#Lily rafters

[dragon-phoenix-along]

Lesbians

Left: Lily Rafters Oc owned by @saltyr3mix

Middle (in the air): Bastet Rafters My oc

Right (on Lilys lap): Basil Rafters (Fiancée of Lily, no cannon last name so I use Rafters)

[saltyr3mix]

Dragon posted Lily and Basil fan art so i guess im going to share their story because i love them so much. by 'thier' story i mean Lily's

Basil is not Lily's first partner. They met as Lily was trying to get away from and abusive relationship with her at the time partner Florence. things happen and Lily and Basil ended up together. Florence, despite having a restriaing order, broke in once he heard this news and physically harmed Basil.

Lily, is a Chemistry/Biology major in college. She gets her hands on some toxic chemicals and....Florence? Well he went 'missing'.

Anyway that entire section of her backstory is just a reference to funny bit me and a few friends made a year ago. On to her actual role in the wtdw setting.

She works as a major higher up/manger/boss for the facility, with her own office on Ribbons level.

She despises the robots. She thinks they're creepy and annoying. And she takes every chance she has to take jabs at them and insult them. sometimes she doesn't even realize that she does it.

She follows protocol on how to deal with them. She treats them like less then human. Because to someone who is blind to what's going on? they are.

Her main purpose as a character was to create conflict and serve as a slight antagonist in the role play me an the house of homo gang (me, @dragon-phoenix-along, @voids-call and @hurtmionedanger)have going on. In the original time line her fiancee basil goes missing 3 days before their wedding and she learns whats going on eventually after finding a frog animatronic that calls her the same nicknames as her near wife.

In a recent divergence of that original time line though, Lily was lured into the security camera room to look for her twimblo who she had left with Henry and couldn't find. when the door locked behind her and the air circulation cut off. Winnie emerged from a nearby vent and BAM! DEAD!

And so she woke up as a ram animatronic covered in slime called Element! Whose job is to do small experiments and labs with kids to teach them about the world of science. who for lore reasons. does not have a voice box. so no one knows shes in there and its great because shes like....finally getting what she deserves i guess?

Anyway ask me things if you want to know more! i love her so much and would be ecstatic to share other fun facts.

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

The Umbrella Academy

The Longest Roads Lead to Home by assaily (twistedskys)

Five raised his glass to the rafters. “I’m home,” he said simply. “I’d like to take the time to enjoy that, y’know.”

Diego watched him pour another drink, suddenly understanding him. He’d been gone a long time, lost in a really terrible place that probably never felt like home unless he could somehow forget he was the last soul on Earth. ‘Home’ meant a lot to him.

When Five’s glass was ready again, Diego raised his own, still half-full. “To being home,” he said.

That earned him a smile, a real one that managed to soothe the crease in Five’s brow and make him look so incredibly young in its sincerity, and so incredibly old in its deep gratitude. He raised his glass and clinked it against Diego’s. “To finally being home.”

Or: Five gets kidnapped and it goes wrong (for the kidnapper).

SVSSS

two golden lilies float in silence in cool pond waters by texturralize

After watching one's own life bleed away into something entirely unrecognizable- a denigration, an affront, a massacre of everything one believed in- and yet, something happy, something contented, something so easily attained, a soul grows wearied. Cracked, wearied, hurt. A broken man could only live a broken life, something Shen Jiu had seen proven to him. His martial siblings preferred the other "him" - the kind one, the palatable one. The one that was not Shen Jiu.

In death, he can only wrestle with the intersection of his own wrongs and the sins committed towards him that left him such a spiteful and angered person in life. Can being reborn, into the days when he had only just attained his status as Peak Lord, give him another chance to live a life that is happy, contented, easily attained? Can he do what the other Shen Qingqiu had managed to do? Can he make the miserable wretch he considers himself to be into a better person?

Shen Jiu does not think so. He will make a mockery of the spark of something deep inside him that hopes so to try. Perhaps...at least...this time, he can watch over his disciples and live quietly with the music in Qing Jing Peak.

The Favourite by x_los

Demonic Emperor Luo Binghe's reputation precedes him. It's just not very accurate.

The Owl House

unexpected turns by kathkin

If I go back there, he’ll kill me. it had been nagging at him all day, the certainty in the kid’s voice. But if it wasn’t the Day of Unity, then what? What could he have seen in the emperor’s mind that was worse?

What could Belos possibly have been hiding that had the power to so utterly break the loyalty of his perfect little lapdog.

Clone Wars

The inability to accept No by BitterChocolateStars

One man's inability to accept No as an answer saves the galaxy.

Or: Obi-wan turns down Palpatine's date invite. Sheev gets obsessed and salty about it.

The Goblin Emperor

Snowdrops and Bridges by Orockthro

"Serenity,” Csevet says, and his voice is flat and stoney. Maia’s hands feel clammy in his lap. “There’s been an accident at the Istandaärtha Bridge.”

Or: One accident, one flower, one kiss. Not in that order."

[yallthemwitches]

Strong Enough

After hearing Lily was in a duel with Rosier, James takes out his frustration.

Written for JilyKinktober Day 3 AND Day 6, Prompts: Angry Sex and Hair Pulling

AO3 Link, Rated E for very explicit!

James heard what happened from Peter of all people. He had been at quidditch practice, halfway through quaffle drills when sweaty and heaving, Peter bounded out onto the pitch under them, eyes frantic.

“Dueling—-Lily and Rosier——really dueling in the dungeon corridor!”

He didn’t even get off his broom. He flew into the nearest hall, landing into a sprint when flying couldn’t take him any further. Wasting time pushing past throngs of students, the fight had already subsided when he arrived, finding instead a very purple-faced Professor Slothrop muttering something about having to peel a whimpering Rosier off the rafters. 

He didn’t need anyone to tell him where Lily was, she always went to the same place when something upset her. James jogged two corridors over to find a small light glowing out of the abandoned potions classroom. Lily was there cutting ingredients like nothing happened, jaw clenched.

“What were you thinking.” 

He didn’t even wait for her to look up. Professor Slothrop hadn’t lied about her walking away unscathed, she looked as beautiful and healthy as ever, but getting that confirmation allowed for his worry to melt into an anger he had never felt towards her before. 

“Don’t come in here acting like you would have done any different,” she said cooly, continuing to cut. 

Her dismissal just fueled his anger. He crossed the room and tore the knife from her hand but she didn’t even flinch, looking up at him with slitted eyes. 

“Fuck off with that Evans. We both know what you did was stupid—-“

She scoffed. “Don’t talk to me about being stupid—you’ve been doing idiotic shit since—-“

“He’s a death eater, Lily,” his voice raised on its own accord, “or at least he is about to become one. He wouldn’t hesitate for a second—“

“And I’m supposed to take that lying down?” Lily stood back, balling her fists at her sides. “I’m supposed to act like a meek little mudblood just like they want?”

He really hadn’t meant to do it. He slammed her chest with the palms of his hands and she stumbled back into the stone wall of the classroom, her eyes grew wide.

“James—“

“You aren’t strong enough to take on everything. Merlin knows you can with most things, but this—-this was just foolish.”

He was pinning her to the wall now, holding her wrists over her head. Her eyes roamed his face, then dipped to look at his quidditch jersey, traveling lower to find the source of a growing hardness against her leg. Even in anger he couldn’t resist her—- if it was still even anger at all.  

He slotted himself between her legs, mouth just barely hovering over hers.

Their eyes locked again, but this time his gaze reflected back an entirely new emotion. She cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Then do you care to demonstrate to me, Potter? Show me how strong I actually need to be—-“

She knew he would snap. Using one hand to keep both of her wrists bound, he flipped her so her chest pressed into the wall. He wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her bottom half outwards to arch her back and press her ass into his now full erection. He leaned over her, reaching his hands around her front and under her skirt, pushing her knickers aside and thrusting a finger inside her, not wasting time. 

“Is that what you want? Try to get out from under me Evans, just try.”

She squirmed under him, but she knew she would never get out. His calloused hands had always been able to overpower her. The movement of her struggle just made her rub up against his cock more. He pushed another finger into her, sinking them to the knuckle. 

“That’s the best you can do, Evans?”

Lily had given up her struggle entirely as his fingers became relentless inside her, curling and twisting in the way he knew would make her scream.

“Fuck—-ah”

He used his body to push her harder into the wall, the hand holding her wrists clenching harder as his other hand worked. Moans started spilling from her, incoherent sounds that he could only get her to make when he was being rough.

“How fucking dare you? Trying to take on Rosier? Such a brave, idiotic little girl—-What if something happened to you—“

He bit into her neck and she screamed, twisting as his tongue carved a path up from her pressure point to her ear. She could feel her release bubbling deep within her, his fingers still pumping in and out, now dripping.

As swiftly as he entered, he removed his fingers from her. She moaned with discontent but he silenced it, parting her lips and forcing his drenched fingers into her mouth. Without hesitation, she swirled her tongue around them, tasting herself against his salty skin. 

“I know you are already close, but I’m not going to let you come yet—I’m going to fuck you into this wall and after I’m finished, and only then, can you come too.”

He took his fingers from her mouth, reaching between them to pull at the strings of his quidditch shorts. Cock already weeping, he tucked the back of her skirt into the waistband and pushed over the thin strip of knickers to swiftly enter her. James let out a deep moan, snapping his hips fast and hard against her arse.

“Fuck—-oh Christ Lily.”

The hands that held onto her wrists released, moving to the front of her blouse. With one quick yank, the top few buttons clattered to the floor and he snaked his arm down to grab her now exposed breast.

“James—-please—“

With every thrust her body bounced forward, pressing her chest farther into the wall while James held her hips jutted out to meet his. Now free for her hands to wander, she placed them on either side of her ass, spreading herself while holding her bottom half steady from his quick bucking hips. 

“Merlin, you are so beautiful Lily—fuck. I could look at you like this forever.”

He moved a hand to the back of her head, toying with curling his fingers into her hair which splayed against her back. At the feel of his grasp, she let out a mewing whine.

“Fuck me baby, pull my hair and fuck me fast until you come.”

James saw explosions around them, there was nothing that got him closer than hearing her be demanding. He took better hold of her hair, experimenting with tugging her head backwards. 

“Is this ok?”

Lily didn’t need to respond. The noise came from the deepest part of her, his name bubbled through like a long overdrawn note. James looked down and watched as his cock disappeared between her legs, slick with her arousal that had begun to drip down onto the ground.

“I can’t hold it love, I’m going to come.”

At his warning, Lily slammed her hips backward with all her weight, rocking on her heels.

“Come for me baby—-please, let me feel you.”

He obliged. With one last snap of his hips, he released into her, calling out her name and leaning so his forehead rested between her shoulders.

“James—-I’m gonna—“

He rebounded quickly, needing to feel her come. Following the rhythm of her hips he guided her to slide deeper on his cock.

“Come for me baby, you were a good girl—waiting like I asked.”

She let out a series of swears before chanting his name, muscles tightening around him, teetering on the edge. 

“Come for me—-that’s it—“

Her body shook, she threw her body back into him, pushing his cock deep into her before her legs gave out underneath. James wrapped his arms around her stomach, holding her in place, kissing a path from her shoulder to her neck. 

Now satisfied and back to reality, James let them fall to the floor in a heap. He stroked her hair, the same place he had roughly grasped earlier.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I kinda lost it—“

Lily kissed the worry off his face and pressed her forehead to him. 

“I was so worried…when I heard—-I guess I lost control.”

She pulled his face up to look at her, giving him a light nip on the nose. He grabbed her face in both his hands and kissed her lips softly, adrenaline spent.

“Don’t worry Potter, I can hold my own, remember?”

[amanda-519]

Malevolent Favorite Characters Results! 500 Milestone!!

I planned to post the Malevolent Favorite Character poll results at the 400 milestone. A few days ago, the poll had 320 responses, so I thought I'd have more time. I posted to boost the numbers, hitting 336 responses. Then Potato-lord-but-not and Percymawce-arts reblogged the link, and it blew up. Thanks to them and everyone who shared it!!!

When I first saw my notifications explode, we had 403 responses. After thanking Potato-lord-but-not and Percymawce-arts, it jumped to 413. Despite it being late, I started writing the 400 milestone post. While WRITING THE POST the number of responses jumped up 6 times! Making it tricky to keep up as I had to keep checking what the new response voted so I won’t miss their vote. 

I went to bed with 419 responses, thinking we'd stay under 500. But the next morning, after getting my birthday cake with my mom, I saw we had 478 responses! Yeah. I couldn’t post a 400 milestone list when I was so close to 500!

And then we hit 500! 500! Half of a THOUSAND!!! A number I considered would be an “end point” when I first made this poll! (Obviously it’s not going to be, I’m going to keep this poll up forever!) So! THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED IN THE POLL! FOR THOSE WHO STILL HAVEN’T AND WANT TO YOU STILL CAN!! Here’s the link! Your response will be in the 600 milestone post! (whenever that might be!)

Without further ado, let’s get into it! The results for the 500 milestone of the Malevolent favorite character poll! (Techinaly 502 responses, I wasn’t able to write it all done the moment we hit 500)

Who is your favorite character in Malevolent? (501 responses)

Arthur: 176

John:  130

Kayne: 81

Collins/ The Butcher: 24

Noel: 22

Oscar: 21

Yellow: 7

Parker: 5

Anna Stanzcyk: 5

Kellin: 5

The King In Yellow: 4

The Cab Drivers: 4

Yorick: 2

The Lighthouse Keeper: 2

Scratch: 1

Lily (animal): 1

Blinky: 1

Bella: 1

The Three Soldiers: 1

Faroe: 1

“Are you really making me choose between John and Arthur right now?”: 1 

“Both John and Arthur (don’t make me choose)”: 1

“Hard tie between arthur and john”: 1

“John and Arthur (package deal do not separate) (update: just saw this below and I completely agree)”: 1 

“I can’t separate John and Arthur”: 1 

“JARTHUR DO NOT SEPARATE”: 1

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Who is your favorite side character in Malevolent? (499 responses)

Kayne: 170

Collins/ The Butcher: 75

Noel: 73

Oscar: 68

Yellow: 23

Parker: 15

Yorick: 14

Kellin: 12

Faroe: 12

The King In Yellow: 11

The Trader: 9

Daniel: 5

Marie: 6

Larson: 2

Scratch: 2

The Hag: 1

Blinky: 1

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Who is your second favorite side character in Malevolent? (500 responses)

Kayne: 103

Noel: 100

Collins/ The Butcher: 86

Oscar: 68

Yellow: 25

The King In Yellow: 20

Parker: 17

Faroe: 17

Marie: 14

Larson: 12

Daniel: 9

Scratch: 6

Kellin: 4

The Trader: 2

Percy: 1

Yorick: 1

The Hag: 1

“Butcher”: 1 

“Arthur”: 1

“Alexander (Owl)”: 1

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Who is your third favorite side character in Malevolent? (497 responses)

Noel: 75

Oscar: 73

Collins/ The Butcher: 59

Kayne: 59

Yellow: 41

Faroe: 27

Yorick: 24

Kellin: 23

Marie: 22

Parker: 22

Larson: 15

Scratch: 14

The Trader: 14

Daniel: 12

The King In Yellow: 12

Percy: 3

The Hag: 2

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Who is your favorite minor character in Malevolent? (501 responses)

Lily (animal): 101

Anna Stanzcyk: 40

The Cab Drivers: 40

Bella: 36

The Canna: 31

The Lighthouse Keeper: 30

Lily (nurse): 30

Alexander (The owl. Aka, Owlexander): 27

Blinky: 23

Wraith: 19

Shub/Niggurath: 16

Michael Fuast: 13

The Three Soliders: 13

Adam Fry: 12

Uncle: 11

Amanda/Sarah: 9

Mathew: 8

Rafters: 8

Frank: 7

Armitage: 5

Henry: 5

Eddie: 5

The Vanguard: 5

James: 1

The Prince: 1

“woman on the train who gets offended at Arthur talking to himself”: 1

“Owlexander”: 1

“Kellin”: 1

“Scratch”: 1

“That one little creature thing from ep 16”: 1

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Who is your second favorite minor character in Malevolent? (497 responses)

Lily (animal): 59

The Cab Drivers: 39

The Canna: 38

Bella: 33

The Lighthouse Keeper: 31

Lily (nurse): 28

Blinky: 27

Alexander (The owl. Aka, Owlexander): 26

Anna Stanzcyk: 22

The Three Soliders: 22

Uncle: 20

Amanda/Sarah: 18

Shub/Niggurath: 16

Frank: 15

Rafters: 14

The Vanguard:  11

Adam Fry: 10

Michael Fuast: 9

Eddie: 7

Armitage: 5

Mathew: 6

James: 4

Henry: 4

“I was honestly a massive fan of Faroe from the morsels we were fed of how she was/acted”: 1

“WHERE IS KELLAN”: 1

“Roland Cummings”: 1

“You misspelled Michael Faust”: 1

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Who is your third favorite minor character in Malevolent? (484 responses)

Lily (animal): 59

The Cab Drivers: 43

The Lighthouse Keeper: 34

The Canna: 33

Wraith: 32

Lily (nurse): 31

Alexander (The owl. Aka, Owlexander): 27

Bella: 26

Blinky: 22

Shub/Niggurath: 22

Anna Stanzcyk: 19

The Three Soliders: 19

Amanda/Sarah: 17

Uncle: 15

Michael Fuast: 11

Rafters: 11

The Vanguard: 10

Frank: 9

Henry: 9

Mathew: 8

James: 7

Adam Fry: 6

Armitage: 5

Eddie: 4

“The woman behind Scratch/Lillith”: 1

“Im not fully through the show”: 1

“Marie:” 1

“Rollan Cummings”: 1

“cant choose!”:1

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Now this question is purely for me, but who do you like better, John or Arthur?” (498 responses)

Arthur: 144

John: 121

I literally can't decide. This question is killing me I love both of them SO MUCH.They're equal to me. Linked. I can't pick one without the other. Do Not Separate: 233

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And that’s all for now! I make reblog this post and add other bits, like maybe I’ll add the results for the other 100 milestones, or bits of what people wrote about their favorite characters. So keep an eye out for that if you’re interested! (also, since @percymawce-arts wanted to be tagged, here you go! I hope you find the results as fascinating as I do!)

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

💔 prompt Evil version of shadow Milk is setting up a ‘puppet’ show using the ancients as guests, they are not having a fun time. Feel free to interpret this how you like.

Requested Prompts #28 - 💔✙

CONTENT WARNING : Body Horror? If living puppets count then yeah.

You know, waking up in a theater may not be the oddest or freakiest thing ever, but that depends on context. And the with the prior context that you were chasing the huge, beast side of a cookie that is known to sometimes host gruesome puppet shows... Pure Vanilla Cookie couldn't help but be concerned. " Pure Vanilla Cookie?" He heard White Lily speak up from the seat next to him, she looked concerned and confused as to where she was. He was as well, but where were the others? " Welcome! new holders of the soul jam!" A voice crackled from around them, belonging to none other than the beast. " Welcome one and all to the Shadow Theater! We have a wonderful play for you all tonight!" They knew it wouldn't be a wonderful show, but they couldn't withhold their gasps of horror when the stage curtains were drawn open. Upon the stage were three cookies, Gingerbrave, Strawberry Cookie and Wizard Cookie, but there was something distinctly wrong with them. They seemed conscious, panicked. It was very understandable as to why they were however. Yet they couldn't open their mouths and scream. Impaled in their hands and feet were spikes connected to strings that tailed up into the rafters of the stage. The two ancients could smell and see the strawberry jam leaking from their puncture wounds. Their mouths, at least, were magically sealed. The look of fear in the trio of children's eyes was enough to strike panic and horror within the two ancients. Yet neither of them could leave their seats to help. " Here we have three, small, fragile little cookies. I'm sure that you two care about them a bunch, yes?" The beast said with a chuckle. The strings on Strawberry Cookie pulled taut, and the ancients could only watch as she was forced to pull out her lollipop hammer and turn towards Wizard Cookie. " So, theoretically... You'd be rather heartbroken if you watched them smash each other into pieces." " No!" Pure Vanilla yelled, extending a hand and reaching forwards in his seat to try and stop what was going to happen. The Lollipop hammer was swung down, the lights cutting out as a sickening crack filled the theater. The lights turn back on, revealing that Strawberry Cookie had hit a jar of Sweet Jelly Jam instead of Wizard Cookie's head. The pink clad cookie was crying, all three of them still looked terrified. " But, it's far too early in the show for a character death, especially a main character death." The beast tutted, " So, here's the deal. If you re-unite me with my other, much more pathetic half, then I'll let these three go! Easy-peasy! But if you refuse... Well, then little Strawberry is gonna get an encore! And this time... She'll be hitting her target." The Beast cackled in a sickening manner after he finished speaking, and a snap of fingers rang out through the theater. The Ancients watched in horror as they collapsed to the ground, the theater around them fading away as the trio looked to them with pleading expressions. They felt the forest floors of Beast Yeast below them once more, but what could they do? Gingerbrave and his friends were in danger, bad, bad danger. And yet they couldn't hand over Shadow Milk's good half, who knows what the Beast would do to the guy if he goes back? So then... what were they supposed to do? ... They should probably contact Reader Cookie before anything.

[neochan]

≡ 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 (𝐇.𝐑𝐉, 𝐋.𝐌𝐇, 𝐙.����𝐋, 𝐋.𝐃𝐇)

「 MEMBERS 」 ⋮ fae!mark lee, fae!huang renjun, fae!lee haechan, fae!zhong chenle ft. mentions of fae!jaemin, fae!jeno & fae!jisung

≣ content warning ⋮ some arguing but other than that, nothing.

≣ a.note ⋮ i'm thinking about turning this into a fic/series so like. . . please tell me if this interests you. i have characters in my head. plot. and everything. of course it would include smut but this is such a refreshing, fun, light concept. also i wrote this so fast so please disregard any mistakes.

≣ word count ⋮ 0.7k

"it's strictly forbidden."

chenle's glacial tone reaches through the depths of surrounding fae. it wasn't a statement; it was a command. one that no one would dare to break. except for -

"forbidden by a rule made thirty millennia ago." mark speaks up, shifting in the silver-backed throne, "by ancestors who are no longer in power, may i remind you."

chenle grits his teeth but bites his tongue. he couldn't disagree with mark, at least not out loud.

another boy yawns - his figure draped across his pure gold throne as if it were a couch. "i'm with lele. humans aren't supposed to step foot in high fae court."

renjun, another fae sitting off to the left, speaks up. "hyuck, sit. up. straight."

the younger boy grumbles, but obliges and rights himself. his boots hit the checkered tile with a loud thump that rings out through the open ceiling.

marks wings transition from translucent to a dark shade of purple when he stands up and starts pacing.

maybe they were right. it was forbidden. but wasn't the whole point of his role as the oldest high fae to change rules. better them? times have turned for fucks sake. didn't chenle understand that?

renjun pipes up again, "i think mark makes some good points. the rule is very old."

"oh shush up jun. you'll follow anything he says." a stony glare erupts on chenles face.

"sorry for wanting to progress our lands. i know you're still stuck in the past."

chenle all but leaps from his throne, "don't you dare speak of my past as if you know- "

"ENOUGH!"

marks command ceases all speech and the two bickering boys settle back in their thrones. chenle wants nothing more than to drag renjun through the dirt, but this was not the time, and one look from haechan solidifies that.

"this court was not made for arguing. do that later. right now we need to solve this issue." the purple wings flutter as a shiver runs through marks body, "we're running out of time."

"how are we supposed to decide anything with half a court?" haechan mumbles to no one in particular.

"jeno, jaemin, and jisung are caught up with individual matters." mark sighs, "since this is time sensitive, we have no choice but to decide ourselves."

"well i vote against it. having a human - having her, come stay with us... we're separated for a reason." chenle stands up and grabs the long sheathed knife at the foot of his royal seat. "that's my vote. now if you don't mind, may i be excused." he clenches his jaw. he hated having to ask permission to leave the court - it was humiliating.

mark throws a hand in the air and dismisses him, "very well."

spinning on his heel, chenle exits the room swiftly. if he stayed one minute longer, blood would have been spilled.

"renjun?" mark asks without looking in his directions.

the blonde headed boy shrugs, "i have no problem with her coming here. in fact, i would love to be a host to someone other than fae. it'd be refreshing." his voice carries through the rafters, lily blossoms blooming in it's wake - the spring courts gift.

haechan doesn't wait to be asked. "i'll agree on one condition."

marks rolls his eyes, "what?"

"she can't step foot in my court. let her be with you all she pleases," haechan shoots a glance at renjun who was picking at his nails, "and renjuns too. but i want nothing to do with her."

"deal." the confirmation flies from marks mouth faster than it should have. "then it's set. she's coming here to stay for. . . i don't know how long."

renjuns curiosity would never be tamed. "when will she arrive?"

mark looks almost nervous when he answers - brows pulled together and knitted in worry. his lips pucker and he fidgets with the end of his tight-fitted tunic.

". . . tomorrow morning."

the only reply is haechans amused snort.

[ang3lb1iss]

Notre Dame | paris paloma | Part 1 of 2 

Word count: 2.7k 

Pairing: James Potter x F!Bestfriend Reader 

Summary: Hogwarts years | You were James’ best friend since first year. Throughout your years at Hogwarts, you had started to develop a crush on James, but you refused to act on your feelings due to the fact James only ever had eyes for Lily. Now you're sitting at his funeral, reminiscing about the past and you can't help but feel regret and guilt. 

Authors note: This is my first fic /one-shot so forgive me if it isn't that great to read, I just found it fun being able to interpret lyrics into stories about characters I love. The story loosely follows the Marauders scenes in the HP movies. I picture James with either a scouse accent or a really chavvy London accent, but you can picture him however you want. I apologise in advance if the tenses get mixed up, the story is made up of the reader looking back on the past and reliving certain moments. 

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‘I'm in the rafters looking down  It's cold up here  Between walls of stone  I made my home’ 

The church is cold and dim. Especially in the upstairs seating, which is where you are situated. As you try to listen to the speeches full of childhood memories and happier times, you can't help but lose focus and think about the what-ifs and how things could've gone differently. If you had never met James in that cabin on the way to Hogwarts, you wouldn’t be feeling this pain and heartache, but you also wouldn’t have had such a joyful and exciting time at the school. Hindsight is a funny thing after all. “What if it was me and not Lily? Why wasn’t it me? Why did I have to fall for him?” You wonder what the answers to these questions could be, but the harsh truth is that you never will, and you will live with the never-ending ambiguity until the day you die. 

‘And the air hangs heavy with the incense  Feathers fall from pigeons  Cooing in the tower’ 

Your first year, you remember it all so clearly. You were looking to find a cabin for the journey to Hogwarts, but the majority were filled, and in the rest, there were stone-faced older kids that openly sneered at you anytime you walked past them. Until you found his cabin. 

 He was the only one in there and you thought that he looked somewhat friendly, so you decided to take a chance. It ended up being one of the best decisions you’ve ever made. 

 He welcomed you in with a bright smile on his face, despite looking like his face would split with how wide his smile was, he asked you the standard questions, “What's your name? What house d’ya think you'll be in? D’ya want to be mates?” Of course, I wanted to be friends with him, I probably would have been miserable without him in my life but then again, I wouldn’t be so heartbroken now. Hindsight is a funny thing after all. 

You can recall the way his eyes gleamed when he introduced himself as James. James. Tears sprung to your eyes, making your surroundings go blurry. You can't help but miss the way he proudly said he was a Gryffindor “where dwell the brave at heart” and how Slytherin was full of “evil prats and I'd rather die than be in Slytherin.” You had always admired his pride and how he never let anything upset him too much or for too long. 

That is of course until Lily Evans became more vicious and spiteful in her rejections and jabs. Whenever James was insulted by his “Lilyflower” he let it break down his nonchalant persona and let it cut him deeper than any knife ever could. His Lilyflower. The common factor in all your suffering, you couldn’t blame her of course, it wasn’t her fault that a big oaf like James Potter fell in love with her. But it's not like that fact softened the blow in any way. 

You decided to stop that train of thought before you cried even harder. Instead, you choose to remember when the Trolley Lady came to the door and being breath taken at the assortment of sweet treats. Upon looking in your purse which was just a pouch, you’d realised that you didn’t have enough to get the Bertie Botts Every flavour Beans that you would've liked, with disappointment quickly replacing your awestruck expression, you had declined and took to looking out the window instead of having to see the trolley taunting you with all its colours and designs.  

That’s when you heard him. 

“We’ll take the lot of ‘em” you heard him say and you had insisted that he shouldn’t be wasting his money on you, but he simply drowned out your pleas and focused on the shock of the Trolley Lady. He was always so generous. 

After much reluctance and countless Thank you’s, you'd decided to have a few cauldron cakes and indulge in a chocolate frog when a small timid boy opened the compartment door and asked if anyone had seen his toad, he introduced himself as Peter Pettigrew and he ended up sitting with the both of you for the rest of the journey while you had pulled out a book to read and ended up falling asleep with your head leaning on the compartment wall. 

‘I rarely go down there, the view's just so beautiful from here  And I can see everybody at their worst points  At their worst points’ 

You start to remember the moment you openly started looking at James differently. It was the end of third year, and he had just won the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin after declaring during dinner in the great hall that Gryffindor was 100% going to win and he would “wipe his arse with the slithering bastards”.  

You also remember his mumbling and moaning about having to go to detention and you remember him being too busy laying his head on your lap when you both were in your dorm and going to sleep while you read a book. 

 But there he was on his broom hovering above the crowd that had formed to celebrate the win with him. The noise of screams, chants and shouts reverberated across the entirety of the school grounds. The thought of it making you shiver. While James was practically the same shade as the snitch by how brightly his smile was beaming, you were perfectly content with watching him from the Gryffindor stands and away from the chaos that was the Quidditch pitch. 

To this day you can still feel the way your heart skipped a beat when he looked up and smiled at you. At least you thought it was at you. You noticed his wet hair, whether it was because of the rain, him sweating or a combination of both, you didn’t care. His curly dark brown hair that normally looked so fluffy and messy that you just wanted to run your hands through it and make it somewhat tidier.  

His arms that made his jersey look to be too tight, it made you picture scenarios with him being able to carry you places when you got too tired, fighting someone who tried to hurt you. You are still quite ashamed to admit the times when you got flustered at the thought of him using them to pin you against a wall and having a heated makeout session in a broom cupboard. 

Thoughts aside, you had decided to retire to your dorm for a quick nap. The cold can be very tiring. You gathered your things and stood up only to see Lily Evans, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew sat together directly behind you. You hadn't even noticed them while you watched James previously. 

Lily and Peter said hello while Remus only managed an awkward tight-lipped smile. You and Remus didn’t become friends until your seventh year when you both bonded over being unrequited lovers. The reason for this being that you always felt like he could see through you. He knew things about people before they even knew it themselves which always made you paranoid that he could see your feelings for James and tell him, and as a result, ruining the best friendship you ever had. At least I don’t need to be paranoid anymore.  

Your mind skipped to fifth year, when you were sitting with the Marauders on a warm sunny day, exams had just ended, and you all were just waiting for the results to be calculated. That’s when you heard the boys get up and walk over to a nearby tree. You looked over and saw a mop of stringy black hair and a pale face with an expression of distaste painted on his face. Snivellous,, the foul git.  

You had chosen to stay far back enough that you could still see what happens clearly but ensured you weren't too close as to avoid McGonagall's wrath if she were to show up at the scene.  

The next thing you knew was that Snivellous was hanging upside down in mid-air. Levicorpus. You remember coming across the charm in the library with Sirius and James while looking for more spells for future pranks. You never got involved in the pranks because you didn’t fancy sitting in a silent room for an hour for detention or, Merlin forbid, whatever task Filch might've issued you with. 

There was always a slight rift between you and Sirius because of your refusal to get involved in pranks, he would never have outwardly said it in front of James or Peter because of their loyalty to you, but he disliked how you would only ever consider helping them if James had asked you. You were the only girl in Hogwarts he couldn’t sway with his charm and good looks. And Merlin did it get him jealous. Not that you had noticed back then at least. 

You ended that tangent before it made you spiral down a rabbit hole of confusion. You thought back the past, Snape was being held high by none other than James Potter. His fluffy green Slytherin socks and the sparse leg hair upon his dry ashen legs, were left on display for everyone to see. You had wondered what provoked James into performing such a spell. But your question was left unanswered as your attention had gone to Snape being dropped back onto the ground and Lily Evans being called a “Filthy Mudblood.” by her old childhood best friend. 

If anger meant seeing red, then James wasn’t seeing anything but of blind rage. “Don’t you dare call her that word you vile, disgusting creature.” There was an array of insults and cussing until Lily had brought him back to his senses. She told Snivellous to piss off and she waited until he was far enough away to round on James and unleash the anger that had been building inside her for years. 

You couldn’t hear what she said due to the fact she had put a silencing charm on the area but based off what James whimpered and whined about while he dreamt in your bed with you for comfort, she had probably said something along the lines of “I would rather kill myself then ever be your girl, Potter.” Hindsight is a funny thing after all. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of your heart at the fact that his soul had latched onto Lily and not you, not even giving you a chance.  

That was the night you realised that you would never get the guy. You will forever be condemned to loving James Potter. Your life will continue to be tormented with the possibilities that could've happened, the dreams that made you weep with despair and the everlasting longing and desire slowly encasing your heart until it breaks and shatters. James Potter was the light of your life, but he also caused the darkness that it left behind. James Potter was the sun, but now everything has gone dark. 

‘I'm not a sadist, I enjoy just being able to be witness of the loneliness and fear  I abhor in case there isn't one  In case there isn't one’ 

After that night, after your tragic discovery had become the only thing running through your head. You had pathetically tried to recover the way you saw James before you fell for him. You tried for 2 long years with no luck. He still had your attention and heart, and yet he didn’t realise he had either. So, when the Marauders split for the night, you decided to ask for help. 

You were suffocating with the grief and the mourning of what could've been. And you needed someone to help you breathe. 

With Peter and Sirius headed to the dorm, James doing his Head-Boy patrols with Lily, it was only you and Remus left in the library, the map and the invisibility cloak set to the side until you both decided to leave. It turns out you didn’t even need to say anything because Remus knew exactly what was going through your head. 

He saw the adoration in your eyes when you looked at your best friend, he saw the longing and upset you tried to hide when you heard him constantly talk about marrying Lily and having “Mini Potters” with her. No matter how well you tried, you couldn’t help but subtly display your inner turmoil. 

And Remus saw it all.  

“You're in love with James, aren't you, I see the way your eyes shine brighter, and your smile gets bigger when he enters the room. But he doesn’t love you back and you know it. I know you know it. And I know you’ve known it for years now. But I know what it's like, it feels like a constant weight on your chest and when they walk in the room, it disappears even if you try to hold it down, but then their presence, their joy, their affection for someone else, drains you, the energy you put in to try make them notice your love just gets brushed away until eventually it leaves you so empty that you become a hollow shell of the person that fell for them all that time ago.” 

“I can't tell you how to get rid of it simply because I don’t know how to, but I can offer you some advice that I should've taken before it was too late. Leave, Leave them alone. Leave their life. It'll suck balls for the first while I'm sure but by staying you're degrading yourself. All your insecurities and the suffering you're facing now will pass. This is doomed love sweetheart. You're slowly breaking down. Leave. Before you can't piece yourself together again.” 

And with that he leaves the library. 

How are you supposed to leave his life? How are you supposed to keep him out of yours? The questions won't stop plaguing your mind, do you take Remus's advice and move on, or do you ignore him and feel your heart pull and crack every time you see him. The choice will be the most difficult one you will ever make and yet it’s the one that needs to be made. 

You walk into potions the next day, you thought that it would help make a choice if you avoided him for a day as a trial. Instead of sitting in your normal seat, you walked over and sat beside a Ravenclaw who you believed was called Pandora.  

The Marauders walked in and sat at their tables; you avoided James’ gaze when you looked over to you in confusion, but Remus diverted his attention elsewhere. You had inwardly thanked Remus for helping you out. 

As the lesson went on everything got worse and your decision became clearer and clearer. 

Since the year started, James had started to think twice about the pranks, he acted more mature in general and overall started becoming a man. All of this was for Lily of course. You couldn’t help but ask yourself if he would do the same thing for you if he chose you in the first place. 

You were taking notice of all the little things that you're usually too delusional to notice. 

How every time he made a joke or laughed; he would glance at Lily. You could feel your heart in your throat. 

How he would wink and smirk at her when he got an answer correct. A tear forms in your eye. 

How he would look over at her to make sure she understood the topic. Another tear forms. 

How he whispers the answer in her ear if she doesn’t know it. Another one 

How he shines with pride when Professor Slughorn appraises her. Another. 

More tears form until you couldn’t stop them anymore. Thankfully the class was dismissed, and you quickly left before the tears fell and left a salty trail down your cheek. A representation of your life back then. Although in thinking that you can't help but notice that it didn’t get any better. Hindsight is a funny thing after all. 

[assortedseaglass]

An Ever Fixed Mark - A Come Back To Me Oneshot

Billy Washington x Ida (OFC)

[Come Back To Me Masterlist]

Warnings: Fluff, smutty thoughts

Word Count: 1.7K

Note: This is a long overdue thank you to @exitpursuedbyavulcan for their support of Come Back To Me. Just a sweet little drabble about my favourite idiots. It follows on from the events of Come Back To Me and contains OCs, so if you aren’t familiar, maybe give that a read first.

If it weren’t for the steady voice of the priest, Billy would have forgotten where he was. Across the altar, illuminated by stream of July light, stood Ida. From the moment Faisal had knocked on his door that morning with a panicked “Ready?”, all Billy wanted was to see her. In a rush of wedding-induced delirium, the morning faded into afternoon and guests were gathering in the little church. She’d glided up the aisle, the little flowergirl in front of her throwing petals on the ground like grenades. The congregation ahed and laughed, but Billy could see only her. From the bouquet of flowers she held, bright sweet peas, roses and lily-of-the-valley to the pink hue of her joy-freckled cheeks, Ida held him enraptured.

The entire service, he had grinned at her like a schoolboy, palms sweating as the exchange of the rings approached. By some miracle (his life had been so full of miracles these last eighteen months) he hadn’t dropped them, placing them tenderly on the Bible and resuming his sentinel behind Faisal, gazing at Ida. Her eyes were glazed with tears now, the breadth of her smile near forcing them to fall. The usually unruly hair had been wrestled into gentle curls that framed her face, a few whisps haloed by the red and blue of the stained-glass window. He knew it was sacrilegious to say it, but she truly was the most beautiful woman there. Billy watched with glee as she took a shuddering breath of anticipation.

“By the power vested in me,” the priest between them held up his hands. “I know pronounce you man and wife. Go in peace. Faisal, you may kiss-” Before the dear man could finish his sentence, Sofia leapt at Faisal, her arms encircling his neck as the crowd cheered with applause. Behind her, Ida’s tears brimmed over as she laughed, the flowergirl holding her hand jumping up and down with glee. Sofia led Faisal down the aisle, smiling proudly and showing off her wedding ring to the crowd. Faisal shook hasty hands with family and friends as he passed, not once losing step with his bride and laughing at her abounding happiness. Ida hurried the flowergirl after them, giggling she tottered behind the bride and groom, waving at the crowd and utterly oblivious to their focus on the newlyweds. Billy held out his arm for Ida and, with a bashful smile, she took it.

“You look amazing,” he whispered in her ear as they made their way to the front of the church. Ida’s eyes drifted downwards, attempting to hide the growing blush with her hair.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Wash.” She nudged his shoulder; it was his turn to blush. “Though I can’t wait to get these pins out of my hair,”

“And I can’t wait to get you out of that dress,” Billy said lowly in the shell of her ear.

If the church has been full to the rafters, then the hotel function suit was bound to burst. Sugar-high children, reminiscing elders and everyone in between spilled from the suit into the summer evening sun. Sofia and Faisal, a glass of champagne in each hand, moved around their loved ones as if gliding on air. Faisal’s parents were regal in their Shalwar kameeze and Anarkali against the sea of linen suits and summer dresses, and Sofia’s parents, with their white-blonde hair and golden skin as beautiful as their daughter’s, spoke to them with glowing pride. Gladness and well wishes filled the air.

“What a beautiful couple,”

“What a gorgeous day,”

Amongst it all, Billy and Ida were the model wedding party, welcoming friends, charming the families and ensuring the day went without a hitch. At least, without Sofia and Faisal knowing. Occasionally, they caught each other’s eye from across the room and beamed. Ida basking in the radiant joy of her best friend’s happiness, Billy at being finally and firmly accepted into this found family. The flowergirl dotted between them, begging Ida to play or Billy to dance. When, after the dinner, she had been beckoned to bed by her parents, she hugged Ida around the knees and gave Billy a wet kiss on the cheek. Ida’s stomach kneaded as she watched him with the little girl. She had just reached out her hand to him, caressing the sun-kissed skin there, when the clinking of spoon against glass rang out. The newlyweds and their parents were seated at the top table, the guests shuffling to their chairs. Ida tucked herself into the crook of Billy’s shoulder, leaning against his chest and inhaled his cologne. Nothing needed to be said; their minds already worked in tandem. Instead, he lazily brought his hand to graze at her waist and watched as Sofia’s father stood to address the crowd.

Ida smiled as he told stories of Sofia as a young girl, her nature vivacious from the moment she took her first breaths. The crowd laughed when tales turned to her time at university, and the arrival of the maid-of-honour in his daughter's life. Ida should have brought seriousness and study, instead their pair of girls partied and drank and somehow passed their exams. Billy pinched her side and Sofia winked at her best friend. The career, the travels, and eventually, Faisal.

“I was convinced the moment that my little girl first smiled up at me, that no-one could be a match for her. No one as brilliant, and bright, and adventurous and fun-loving. I was right.” The crowd chortled. “But then Faisal came along. Faisal with his kind eyes and his kind heart, and I watched as he and my Sofia fell in love. One day, I asked them to help me bring the weekly shop in from the car. An hour it took them. Pausing between each bag to talk. About the weather, the world, their hopes and dreams, what was on telly last night, and I knew as I watched them that he was the man for her.” He placed his hand on Faisal’s shoulder, and the groom patted it with affection. “Love isn’t a rollercoaster, or easy. Sometimes it isn’t even patient or kind. It’s soul-baring, visceral and long. I shan’t give advice to these two, so perfectly suited for a life together. But if I have anything to say it’s this; at the end of it all our hearing goes and we forget the glasses we’ve lost are on our heads. Our skin sags and our minds slow. Marry someone that sees the worst of you, all of you, and thinks the sun shines out your arse regardless.” The crowd laughed and clapped. Ida turned her head to Billy and found he was already watching her. With a wink, he kissed her forehead and raised his glass to toast his friends.

Before either of them new it, the night was drawing in. Sofia and Faisal were dancing at the centre of the room, Robbie Williams’ Angels playing on the decks.

“Wouldn’t be a wedding without it,” Billy whispered to Ida before pulling her close. Her eyes were hazy with champagne, and his own head felt as if it were full of cotton wool. She wrapped her arms around is neck and he was reminded delightfully of school discos, girls and boys stood stiffly apart as they held each other awkwardly in some strange imitation of what they had seen their parents doing. A prepubescent game of grown up. Ida kissed his neck, and Billy would have felt embarrassed about the sweat that fell there if it weren’t for the way he’d heard her inhale his scent.

“I’m done now,” she had said with her head lolling against his shoulder. “I want to get into bed.” Billy rubbed her back soothingly and watched as Faisal dipped Sofia into a kiss.

“Last song. Soon,”

Ida looked up at him. Red bloomed across his cheeks from the heat of the air, the dancing and the alcohol. Since the incident he kept his hair short, but it still managed to stick to his forehead. A long while ago the uncomfortable ties the groomsmen wore had been discarded and his floral buttonhole was lobsided. He looked how she had always known him; frayed at the edges, the young and turbulent life he had already lived playing out across the canvas of him. A hand tapped her shoulder and with difficulty she tore her eyes away from her Billy.

“We’re off,” Sofia pulled Ida into a hug. “Thank you for everything today.”

“Thanks mate,” Faisal clapped Billy on the back and lifted him off the ground in a tight embrace. They laughed together.

“Here,” Sofia pressed something into Ida’s hands and, looking down, she saw it was her bouquet. “I thought about throwing it, but I wanted you to have it.”

Ida raised her eyebrows. “What are you saying, Mrs?” Sofia waggled hers in response, then turned to pull her husband away through the dancers and towards the car waiting to whisk them to their honeymoon. Billy and Ida watched from a distance, his arms still clinging to her hips, as their friends drove away and into married life. No sooner had the car pulled out of the hotel’s dark drive was Ida wrenching Billy towards the door.

“Haven’t we got to help clear up?” He asked, looking at the family and hotel staff packing away chairs.

“We’ve done enough today. I need to get you upstairs, Wash.”

“What for?”

All breath left him. Ida looked over her shoulder, past their entwined hands and into his eyes with a determined and wolfish gaze. “Just you wait.”

Note: The title is from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116, which I just adore!

Tagging the old Come Back To Me crew: @jessssica1234 @heimtathurs @bookwyrmsblog @phantomontheinternet @aemonds-wifey @slytherincursebreaker @valerie977 @greenowlfactif @yentroucnagol @schniiipsel @multiple-fandoms-girl @just-emmaaaa @tosiaf @kage-no-sonzai

[girloffire5]

I have no horse in the RD actors race. The parasocial relationship some fans have, especially with Lili is toxic and dangerous.

The fact that if she had been the one to give that interview and talked about her relationships and breakups, not a single person in this fandom would have batted an eye it would have been a bunch of cringy yas queen posts and similar bulshit.

No one knew what went on between them except them. The fact that yall are so quick to believe random tumblr blogs with 10 followers who claim to have insider information on the actions and life of someone who is a stranger to you without any proof whatsoever, says a lot more about who you are as people than it does about him.

Especially considering the fact that if said blogs were spouting this about ANY other cast member you would be screaming from the rafters about how the lack of proof made it untrue.

I feel sorry for you all when Lili finally slips off thst impossible pedestal you all have her on, and you have to accept that she's only human after all.

[lunalovegood44]

Teddy Lupin was nonbinary. They knew that, their friends knew that, even their gran knew that. But they still hasn’t told the one person they tell everything, their godfather. Harry Potter.

*it was Christmas break and Teddy was in their 5th year and they were spending most of it with the Potters*

*they also haven’t gotten much time if any alone with Harry since he had a 9, 7, and 5 year old to help take care of*

Teddy knew that realistically Harry wouldn’t care in the slightest. But they’ve never heard Harry say anything one way or another he obviously didn’t care that Dean and Seamus were married but still. Today was the day. Ginny had brought James Sirius, Albus Severus, and Lily Luna to buy Christmas presents for their father. And since they were for Harry and Teddy already had their gift and was asleep when they left the two were home alone. They knew they wanted to tell Harry since they wanted to be able to feel free to express themselves at the Potters since they spent so much time there that they had their own room. Obviously Harry saw them as one of his kids but will that change, they didn’t really know and were scared that it would.

“Teddy, Teddy!”

*blinking back into reality they realizes they’d spaced out again mid conversation with harry*

“Hmm, oh, sorry”

“Teddy. Are you ok? This is the fourth time this has happened today”

“Oh, yeah sorry, just thinking”

“Alright, anyway I was asking what you wanted for lunch we have stuff for sandwiches or we could order in some pizza”

“Sandwiches are fine with me, thanks Harry”

“Alright, you like lettuce and tomato yeah?”

“Yup!”

“Alright, give me a minute. Go sit on the couch, how about we eat there?”

“Yeah sure”

*shoot, Harry caught them again and is obviously worried they don’t want to worry him but they’re worried themselves”

“Alright” *Harry says as he sits on the couch with the sandwiches, handing Teddy his”

“How’s Hogwarts been”

“It’s been fine. Obviously it’s been busy since it’s OWL’s this year but other than that it’s been pretty good”

“That’s good, you’ve always been a good student you should do fine on the OWL’s they’re made to sound harder than they are. How are your friends”

“Good, Jade ended up getting stuck in the rafters while trying to scare Grayson! It was honestly hilarious especially when we had to get them down on the back of an old broom!”

“Oh, wow. Anyway how are you holding up?”

“Oh,ummmmm fine”

“Just fine?”

“Yeah”

*Teddy had stopped eating and was just playing with the food on their plate*

“Teddy seriously, what’s going on?”

“Nothing”

“It’s not nothing. You’ve been quiet, stressed, and barely eating these few days”

“It’s noting, just….”

“Just?”

“I-um-I’m nonbinary”

*even with Harry looking at them they just stare at their food evading eye contact*

“Sorry?”

“I’m nonbinary”

“Oh, Teddy. I’m so glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me. What pronouns do you want me to use?”

“You don’t care?”

“No of course not”

“They/Them would be great”

“Do you want me to use them in front of others?”

“That would great!”

“Of course”

*Harry pulls them into a hug*

“I love you Ted”

“I love you too”

[dragon-phoenix-along]

Just had a horrible horrible HORRIBLE idea :D

Idea undercut

Also contains spoilers for characters that will make you feel.

So if you’ve somehow managed to deal with my blog for long enough to see my art then you know about Basil.

Basil is a tiny (5’0 if you round up) Italian woman who moved to America as a transfer student after meeting her future Fiancée Lily.

Now Basil works as a reporter who works with the local newspaper, because of how eccentric Basil is she is one of the newspapers (and local news broadcast), favorite reporter to send out because whenever you see a 4ft tall brightly dressed woman who’s cheerfully waiving at you, it’s hard to ignore her.

In the original timeline Basil dies. Wont go into too much detail (as it was graphic), but Basil goes from one whole little Italian woman, to one empty little Italian woman.

Now in the recently created alternative timeline, Lily Rafters (Fiancée) dies instead. Lily’s death was perfectly crafted to mirror both Basils and Henry’s (Basils ‘adopted’ son in this timeline)

Basil got stuffed into a partially blind frog, who after a pair of swimming goggles gets a foggy view on what’s going on. While Lily gets stuffed into a mute sheep covered in goop. Element, faces more struggles than Patty dose as Lily while alive dehumanized the Dreamworld animatronics. So when she died and turned into one… it wasn’t a good transition. [Neither was Basil’s, but Basil had never shocked any of the animatronics. Or treated them more cruelly than protocol demanded. She was never afraid of them. Unlike Lily.]

Now time to unveil my horrible idea!

Patty

meeting

Element

[narrans]

Everyone Needs A Little Hero | Motivating A Hero

Two days? Two weeks? Two months? How long had it actually been since Hero had been captured, world shattered into a million tiny pieces? Everything he thought and everything he hoped about human kind had been dashed with a single person’s act. 

Deep down, Hero knew that some of those humans who he dared to call friends were good, but did he really know? What if they changed? What if they suddenly saw him like how Lily did? What if they wanted him to stay? 

No. That’s not how they would act. They’re better than that.

But are you sure? 

Yes! I am sure. They care about me! They wouldn’t have helped get me back if they didn’t care about me!

I’m sure Lily would have cared about you. Or, rather, cared for you. Pet. Pet. Pet. Pet. Pet. 

Hero curled in on himself and stayed under his blankets. 

If Hero was grateful for anything from his experience, it was that his parents only asked him what happened and didn’t lecture him too hard about being friends with humans. His siblings could only say over and over that they were glad he was back and that he could trust them. He guessed that they thought he had “learned his lesson” about being too friendly with humans. 

Yes…

He had learned his lesson…

And it hurt. 

It hurt like the finger shaped bruises on his torso.

It hurt like an untouchable ache deep in his chest. Every breath seemed to remind him how close he had actually come to a possibly grizzly end. 

He thought about how Rey had so bravely gone out into the open - risked his life - to bring Hero back to his friends and family. He now understood a little of what Rey went through when he talked about meeting Ashlynn for the first time and why the encounter with Sam had freaked him out so much. 

Still… the strength he showed coming after him. 

Hero felt tears prick the edges of his eyes. 

He wasn’t that heroic.

He wasn’t brave.

He couldn’t even save himself. 

How was he supposed to help others if he couldn’t help himself? 

Hero pulled the covers over the top of his head and cried silently, stifling his sobs with his crochet pillow that his sister gave him as soon as he came home. 

He rolled over and let his tears flow. He didn’t ever want to leave that bed again; and maybe he never would.

~~~^*^*^~~~

The Rafter family had received extreme criticism after what happened to Hero got out to the rest of the community. It was the Borrower who had seen Hero get captured who began warning everyone, albeit prematurely, that they needed to prepare to flee for their lives and that the Rafter’s child, Hero, had been taken. 

Everyone felt terrified and some families even prepared to leave at a moment’s notice. It took everything in Casper’s power to reassure the community that once found him an immovable pillar when it came to issues of being seen by the humans. He had to confess how they managed to retrieve Hero, and this is what shook the community’s faith in them. 

Thankfully, there was no mass exodus. Many of them found the prospect of moving more terrifying than being found and needing to flee in the moment. 

This did little to soothe the Rafter’s nerves. Still, what mattered was that their secret was still being kept and that Hero was back safe and sound. 

The saw the change in their son, and they sadly could think of nothing to lift his spirits. After their rescue mission, Hero hadn’t quite bounced back. From what Soren had said and based on what they understood when Hero confessed what he had been doing, he truly believed that Borrowers and humans could co-exist safely with one another. 

They knew his spirits were crushed, but the only thing that could truly heal that wound was time. 

It wasn’t until they heard a knock at their door, opened it, and saw none other than Rey that they felt a glimmer of hope for their son. 

“Rey! It’s good to see you,” smiled Prim, Hero’s mother. The Borrower mother rushed forward and threw her arms around the teen, who squeaked in surprise as her arms completely encased him. She pulled him into their home and shut the door, inviting him into their home. 

“Hello, Mrs. Rafter,” he said, voice slightly muffled by the mother’s loving embrace. 

“Oh, my dear, I just want to say think you again for everything you did for our Hero,” she said, tears threatening to spill over the corners of her eyes. She pulled away and looked the Borrower teen in the face. He still had a deep cut over his right eye right by his brow, but it looked like it was healing nicely. He had a few bumps and scrapes on his arms too, but his smile was still as bright as ever. 

“Of course. He’s my best friend. I’d do anything for him,” said Rey. “And… actually… I came by to see how he was doing. I haven’t seen him in a while.” 

At this, the whole Rafter family was quiet. 

“He’s been… recovering…” said Prim, throat tight. She had been trying everything to tempt Hero out of his room for more than a few hours ever since that fateful day two weeks ago. Rey nodded and looked to his friend’s room. 

“Makes sense,” he muttered. “I remember my first scare with humans. It’s something you don’t forget.” At the sound of Rey’s voice, the rest of the Rafter family emerged from their various rooms or stopped what they were doing to look at Rey; everyone except for Hero. 

“Um… can we get you anything?” offered Prim. Rey shook his head politely. 

“No thank you. If it’s alright, I would like to see Hero. It it’s okay with you of course,” said Rey. At this, the family seemed to brighten and nodded vigorously. 

“Absolutely. Go on in,” invited Prim. Rey nodded and walked across the room toward Hero’s door. “Oh, and Rey. Thank you.” 

Rey smiled before turning back and slipping into Hero’s room.

~~~^*^*^~~~

Hero could have sworn that he heard Rey’s voice in the other room. What was he doing here? Come to visit? Check up on him? He wasn’t sure. 

Light suddenly flooded into his dark room and then darkened almost as quickly. Rey took a survey of the room, seeing only darkness until his eyes adjusted. He saw a lump in Hero’s bed which could only be the Borrower he was looking for. 

Rey knew the feeling and wanted more than anything to stop Hero’s hurt, but it wasn’t something he could do. It was something Hero had to do for himself, but that didn’t mean that Rey couldn’t help him.

“Hey Hero,” said Rey as he walked over and sat on the ground near his friend’s covered head. The covers shifted ever so slightly before Rey heard anything. 

“Hey,” said Hero, voice muffled by the blanket on top of him. 

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” said Rey, pulling his legs into a pretzel. 

“Yeah,” sighed Hero. “I just… I haven’t wanted to go out.” 

“Because you’re afraid of what other Borrowers will say to you about what happened? Or because you feel like your world has been turned upside down?” 

Hero felt himself shrink in on himself from under the covers. He hadn’t quite thought about what the other Borrowers would say to him. He doubted they would be as kind as his family had been. 

The thought made him shrink further beneath the covers. 

“Both,” he mumbled. Rey sighed. He hated seeing his friend this way, but it was painfully obvious Hero wasn’t close to wanting to leave his self-pity. This was dangerous. Rey remembered how he felt when he was stuck to the glue trap, found by the older human lady, and then found in the trash by Ashlynn. He remembered the hopelessness of thinking he was going to be a pet living in a cage for the rest of his life. He recalled the dread and terror he felt when he thought Soren had traded himself for their safety. 

Rey also remembered that, instead of shying away, he rose to face that terror by “confronting” Ashlynn to get his brother back. 

While Hero had many great qualities, it seemed like he was having a hard time rising to this challenge. Coddling him wasn’t going to be the answer. Reassuring him and getting Hero back out helping people was the only way to tell him that what he was doing mattered - and Rey had just the perfect idea for it. 

“Look, Hero,” started Rey. “I get that you’re going through a lot of thoughts and feelings. I’ve been there too. It’s scary and you’ve never felt smaller in your whole life than when you have no power. But, Hero, you can’t let it get to you. You can’t let it change who you are.” 

Rey watched as the blankets pulled down ever so slightly to reveal the top of Hero’s head and his green eyes which were slightly puffy and red rimmed. 

“But… it did…” muttered Hero. “It did change me. I… I was wrong. Everything I believed was wrong.”

“No,” interjected Rey. “Not everything. You’re forgetting all of the most important things about what it was that you were doing. Sure, you wanted to prove that humans weren’t all like the stories we’ve been told all of our lives, but you did prove that. You met Eliza and Sam and Watney and Maggie and Ashlynn. Right?” 

“Well… yeah… but,” mumbled Hero. 

“But nothing. Hero, you are forgetting your other goal - helping people. I’m sure you didn’t set out to become friends with all of the humans you came across, right?” asked Rey. 

Hero had to think about it for a minute. True, he hadn’t set out to become friends with all of the humans he was helping. It just so happened that he ended up becoming friends with them. 

Still, he felt the sickness rising in the back of his throat. 

“It doesn’t change anything,” said Hero. He sounded deflated and sad. 

“Hero, it changes everything! You’re letting one instance with one person get under your skin. You’ve forgotten your purpose. Every hero goes through it, right?” asked Rey, getting to his feet to better plead his case. Hero, hearing Rey say this, dared to push himself upright, though it took all of his effort, to look at his best friend. 

“So, what do you want me to do about it?” asked Hero, feeling himself getting frustrated and upset. Didn’t Rey see how much this whole thing hurt him? 

“I want you to remember your original purpose and to not be afraid to get back out there to help people,” encouraged Rey. “Not just our community, but also the humans here. Hero, you don’t know how much of a difference you’ve made in all of these human’s lives.”

“Yeah, and it’s not good. It’s because of me that the humans I talked to know about Borrowers. It’s because of me that the whole community is terrified that the floorboards are going to go up and that we’re going to be hunted down. It’s because of me that you got hurt and everyone risked their lives and exposing all of Borrower kind,” said Hero, his voice raising. It crackled from disuse. 

Rey folded his arms across his chest and leaned back. 

“Did you just hear yourself? You said humans, not friends. Is that all they are to you now?” said Rey. Hero hadn’t even realized he had done it. He shrank back under his covers, pulling them tight across his frame. 

“Well… I…” Hero wasn’t sure. Is that all they were now? Is that what he did by accident to protect himself? Lumping his human friends in with the rest? 

“Well, what I know is this,” said Rey. “Never before have human and Borrower come together to save a Borrower from another human. We worked together - all of us - because of you. You’re the center in all of this, Hero, and it’s not the same without you. So, pull yourself together because we all miss you - human and Borrower alike.” 

Hero stayed huddled under his blanket, peering up at Rey from time to time, only to avert his eyes. He felt his eyes stinging from salty tears welling up on the rims. 

“Now, you can join me or you can keep hiding here in the dark. I’m going back out there to help people - that’s what you taught me to do.” 

With that, Rey gave Hero’s foot a tap before heading out of the door. The Rafter family watched Rey pass in silence. They couldn’t quite hear what the Borrower teen said to their brother and son, but there certainly seemed to be a change in the air as Rey left. 

Hero, on the other hand, had a lot to think about. 

Rey made a lot of good points. 

He did, in a way, bring everyone together. It was terrifying, but he was the reason all of them worked together. He was the reason his father felt bold enough to step out and meet Ashlynn for the first time. 

Had he really changed so much in so little time? 

Was he ready to get back out there? 

Could he get back to living up to his name? Or was he going to let himself be branded a coward? 

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[nostalgicamerica]

True story:

Shortly after my folks moved to Northen Michigan I fell in love with fishing.  It is a love affair that still haunts me today as an old man.

Not far from the house we called home, there was a small pond.  If it was more than fifty yards wide I’d be shocked, and maybe it was twice as long.  One end of the green jewel was so overgrown with bull rushes and lily pads it was unfishable.  

On the other side was a dilapidated dock that someone had constructed years before.  It was falling apart and riddled with broken or missing boards, rusty nails, and it was perfect for 8 or 9 year old anglers.

A coffee can full of worms, a couple of rods outfitted with Zebco reels (which were like as not filled with 20 pound test line), and all the misplaced enthusiasm in the world were all we needed.

I can assure you the Pumpkin Seeds and Blue Gills and Sunfish we caught were not of any appreciable size - maybe the size of my palm which was considerably smaller than it is now.  It didn’t matter.  

There was joy in watching that bobber do a little dance before disappearing under the algae-covered surface.  There was joy in reeling in the line and just knowing the catch was going to be a record.  There was joy as boys learned to become men.

Who knows how many fish we caught.  The Good Lord knows I don’t, but by the time we headed home we had probably 75 - 100 fish in a five gallon bucket.

Don’t ask why we kept them, or what we were going to do with them.  I have no idea what our intent was now, and I sure didn’t then.  They were too small to eat and we didn’t know how to clean them.  I don’t recall being overly fond of eating fish anyway.

I do recall hearing Dad laughing through the window from the kitchen after he told us we’d have to clean them without his help.

What we did was fill a plastic wading pool with a hose and dump the impromptu school of fish into the heavily chlorinated water and then admired the flashing green and blue and red swarm splash around until dinner time.

I like to think we were just protecting them from possible predators - cats, maybe, or neighborhood kids, but who knows.  When Mom called us in to wash up for dinner, we slid the pool into the garage behind Mom’s car, and pulled down the door, confident our slowly dying fish were safe.

I don’t know if all 8 and 9 year-olds are brain dead, but my brother and I were.

The following morning dear old Mom and Dad piled us all into the camper and rolled out for a trip to some part of the American West.  Two weeks of seeing new things, eating bad food and puking, getting car sick and puking, and sleeping in sleeping bags and puking.  And sometimes, just puking for the sake of puking.

I don’t recall thinking even once of our pool full of fish the entire two weeks we were gone.

When the camper pulled into the driveway at home and the dirty, sweaty, stinking mess of us poured out of the tenement on wheels, Dad opened the garage door and darn near fell over from the nastiest stench I have ever smelled before or since.  It was so strong I could almost taste it.

After collecting himself, Dad made my brother and I look at the stew we had created.  The blues and greens and reds were no longer.  A thick, black and brown congealed soup filled the wading pool.  I like to think I imagined the occasional glazed eyeball staring blankly up at the rafters.  

I puked.

He made us drag the pool out of the garage and dump the mess in the field behind the house and clean the plastic shell with the hose.  No amount of hosing was going to salvage that pool and, to my knowledge, it was never again used to cool off toddlers or anything else for that matter.

Mom had been pretty stoic about the whole episode until she went to use her car.  The garage and everything in it smelled like the fetid bowels of hell.

My brother and I spent days cleaning and scrubbing the inside of her car.  Scouring and sprinkling baking soda and vacuuming and letting it air out helped a little, but I promise you I could still smell that horrid blackness two months later when Mom made Dad take it down and trade it in for something else.

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I have fished some fantastic waters since that summer, and have caught some magnificent fish, most of which I return to the water.  

And yes, I still feel that same joy I felt as a boy watching my bobber.  

[honeydropwriting]

Red Silk: Part 1

Red silk covered the room from top to bottom, spilling from somewhere up in the rafters and pooling over the cherry oak floors. The afternoon sun was barely visible, passing through silk curtains in dim rays.

In the center of the room, splayed out amidst the red waves, a slender body panted in anticipation, heated chest rising and falling with rapid momentum. She didn't know if she could wait much longer. The air was warm and coated with the stench of her perfume. Gentle lilies and burning cedarwood dripped from every pore of her glistening skin.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair that she was being left like this.

Deep inside, her heart was pounding viciously against her ribcage, being desperately to be granted the attention it all desired. She curled her fingers in the sheets beneath her, darkened to a deep blood red asks her seat seeped through the fabric, soaking the delicate threads that cushioned her backside.

She left out a gutteral groan, letting it rumble from deep within her throat as she yanks at her restraints.

They were tight around her wrists and ankles, perpetually biting so far into pale flesh, she had scars hidden just under the steel bracelets.

Pulling again, she lets out another groan, the entirety of her diaphragm shaking with its strength.

They were only for show.

Her goddess had called them a gift. A show of her ownership. So long as she wore the skin-tight cuffs, everyone would know her worth. A slave to the Goddess, Elisse.

The reminder sent a shiver running down her spine.

Primal groans of desperation and need turned to breathy moans of bliss and content.

The turn of a key in the lock had vibrations thrumming violently under her skin.

As the door opened, she couldn’t help but press her thighs together, tensing awkwardly in embarrassment of her current state.

Pale fingers reached out with an air of unjustified elegance only to curl tightly in wiry strands of her sweat-slicked hair, yanking her head back to get a good look into the eyes of her pet.

She smiled ever so gently, admiring the length her darling would go to please her.

Placing a light kiss just at her hairline, she took a moment to inhale the delicious aroma wafting towards her.

“My precious darling.”

If she survived the night, her goddess would be sure to reward her.

[amanda-519]

Malevolent Favorite Character poll results

I meant to get this posted on the anniversary, but then my life got kinda crazy for a minute lol. Here it is now! The results of the “Malevolent Favorite Character” poll. Now we can see who is the fan favorite, wonder why a certain character got so many votes, be surprised that your favorite character doesn't have more votes, etc! 

Note, that even though I’m posting the results, the poll is going to remain open indefinitely! Maybe I’ll post the results after another big milestone! 

In total I got 281 responses, but none of the questions were required to submit, so some questions didn’t get the 281 responses. I’m put down when that’s not the case, and how many responses there were. Without further ado, here is the results!:

Who is your favorite character in Malevolent?

> Arthur: 106 votes (37.7%)

> John: 76 votes (27%)

> Kayne: 38 votes (17.1%)

> Collins: 12 (4.3%)

> Noel: 7 (2.5%)

> Oscar: 5 (1.8%)

> Parker: 4 votes (1.4%)

> Yellow: 3 votes (1.1%)

> Anna Stanzcyk: 3 votes (1.1%)

> The Cab Drivers: 3 votes (1.1%)

> The Lighthouse Keeper: 2 votes (0.7%)

> The King in Yellow: 2 votes (0.7%)

> Kellin: 2 votes (0.7%)

> Marie: 1 votes (0.4%)

> Larson: 1 vote (0.4%)

> Scratch: 1 vote (0.4%)

> Lily (animal): 1 vote (0.4%)

> Blinky: 1 vote (0.4%)

> “Are you really making me choose between John and Arthur right now?”: 1 vote (0.4%)

> “both John and Arthur (don’t make me choose)”: 1 vote (0.4%)

> “hard tie between arthur and john”: 1 vote (0.4%)

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Who is your favorite side character in Malevolent? (280 responses)

> Kayne: 113 votes (40.4%)

> Collins: 45 votes (16.1%)

> Noel: 31 votes (11.1%)

> Oscar: 29 (10.4%)

> Yellow: 17 (6.1%)

> Parker: 9 votes (3.2%)

> The King in Yellow: 7 votes (2.5%)

> The Trader: 7 votes (2.5%)

> Faroe: 6 votes (2.2%)

> Kellin: 4 votes (1.4%)

> Daniel: 4 votes (1.4%)

> Marie: 4 votes (1.4%)

> Scratch: 2 votes (0.7%)

> Larson: 1 vote (0.4%)

> Blinky: 1 vote (0.4%)

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Who is your second favorite side character in Malevolent? (279 reponses)

> Collins: 54 votes (19.4%)

> Kayne: 51 votes (18.3%)

> Noel: 51 votes (18.3%)

> Oscar: 33 votes (11.8%)

> Yellow 19 votes (6.8%)

> The King in Yellow: 15 votes (5.4%)

> Marie: 12 votes (4.3%)

> Larson: 11 votes (4%)

> Faroe: 11 votes (3.6%)

> Parker: 7 votes (2.5%)

> Daniel: 6 votes (2.2%)

> Scratch: 4 votes (1.4%)

> Kellin: 2 votes (0.7%)

> The Trader: 1 vote (0.4%)

> Percy: 1 vote (0.4%)

> “Butcher”: 1 vote (0.4%)

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Who is your third favorite side character in Malevolent? (278 responses)

> Noel: 48 votes (17.3%)

> Collins: 36 votes (12.9%)

> Oscar: 35 votes (12.6%)

> Kayne: 27 votes (9.7%)

> Yellow: 26 votes (9.4%)

> Kellin: 17 votes (6.1%)

> Larson: 14 votes (5%)

> Parker: 14 votes (5%)

> Marie: 12 votes (4.3%)

> Scratch: 11 votes (4%)

> The King in Yellow: 10 votes (3.6%)

> Daniel: 9 votes (3.3%)

> Faroe: 9 votes (3.3%)

> The Trader: 9 votes (3.3%)

> Percy: 1 vote (0.4%)

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Who is your favorite minor character in Malevolent?

> Lily (animal): 54 votes (19.2%)

> The Cab Drivers: 27 (9.6%)

> Anna Stanzcyk: 26 votes (9.3%)

> The Canna: 24 votes (8.5%)

> Bella: 24 votes (8.5%)

> The Lighthouse Keeper: 18 votes (6.4%)

> Lily (nurse): 16 votes (5.7%)

> Blinky: 13 votes (4.6%)

> Wraith: 10 votes (3.6%)

> Adam Fry: 8 votes (2.8%)

> Uncle: 7 votes (2.5%)

> Rafters: 6 votes (2.2%)

> Shub-niggurath: 6 votes (2.2%)

> The Three Soldiers: 6 votes (2.2%)

> Mathew: 5 votes (1.8%)

> Henry: 5 votes (1.8%)

> Eddie: 4 votes (1.4%)

> Frank: 4 votes (1.4%)

> The Vanguard: 4 votes (1.4%)

> Amanda/Sarah: 3 votes (1.1%)

> Michael Fuast: 3 votes (1.1%)

> Armitage: 3 votes (1.1%)

> James: 1 vote (0.4%)

> Scratch: 1 vote (0.4%)

> Kellin: 1 vote (0.4%)

> “[spoiler character]”: 1 vote (0.4%)

> “woman on the train who gets offended at Arthur talking to himself”: 1 vote (0.4%)

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Who is your second favorite minor character in Malevolent? (277 responses)

> Lily (animal): 30 votes (10.8%)

> The Lighthouse Keeper: 22 votes (7.9%)

> The Canna: 23 votes (8.3%)

> The Cab Drivers: 21 votes (7.6%)

> Wraith: 17 votes (6.1%)

> Blinky: 16 votes (5.8%)

> Bella: 16 votes (5.8%)

> The Three Soldiers: 13 votes (4.7%)

> Uncle: 12 votes (4.4%)

> Rafters: 12 votes (4.4%)

> Frank: 12 votes (4.4%)

> Amanda/Sarah: 12 votes (4.4%)

> Anna Stanzcyk: 11 votes (4%)

> Lily (nurse): 8 votes (2.9%)

> Adam Fry: 8 votes (2.9%)

> The Vanguard: 7 votes (2.5%)

> Michael Fuast: 7 votes (2.5%)

> Shub-niggurath: 9 votes (3.3%)

> Mathew: 5 votes (1.8%)

> Armitage: 4 votes (1.5%)

> Eddie: 4 votes (1.5%)

> Henry: 3 votes (1.1%) > James: 2 vote (0.4%)

> “I was honestly a massive fan of Faroe from the morsels we were fed of how she was/acted”: 1 vote (0.4%)

> “WHERE IS KELLIN”: 1 vote (0.4%)

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Who is your third favorite minor character in Malevolent? (270 responses)

> The Cab Drivers: 26 votes (9.6%)

> The Canna: 24 votes (8.9%)

> Lily (animal): 23 votes (8.5%)

> The Lighthouse Keeper: 22 (8.1%)

> Wraith: 20 votes (7.4%)

> Blinky: 18 votes (6.3%)

> Bella: 14 votes (5.2%)

> The Three Soldiers: 14 votes (5.2%)

> Lily (nurse): 14 votes (5.2%)

> Shub-niggurath: 13 votes (4.9%)

> Anna Stanzcyk: 12 votes (4.4%)

> Amanda/Sarah: 9 votes (3.3%)

> The Vanguard: 8 votes (3%)

> Uncle: 7 votes (2.6%)

> Henry: 7 votes (2.6%)

> Rafters: 6 votes (2.2%)

> James: 5 votes (1.9%)

> Armitage: 5 votes (1.9%)

> Michael Fuast: 5 votes (1.9%)

> Frank: 5 votes (1.9%)

> Adam Fry: 5 votes (1.9%)

> Mathew: 4 votes (1.5%)

> Eddie: 3 votes (1.1%)

> “The woman behind Scratch/Lilith”: 1 vote (0.4%)

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Did I miss any characters that you adore? Let me know!

(This is a “write your own answer” question. If I included your answer, and you don’t want it to be shared, please let me know and I’ll remove it!)

> “Henry McFarland as well as the 3 soldiers. But that's mostly CoC games tbh.” (This was before I put the three soldiers as an answer)

> “Seymore Chapman (The man that Marie was supposed to have dinner with is in CoC Game 1 and is a delight!)” (I didn’t include characters that were only in the CoC games, as I haven’t watched any of them, and this is a Malevolent character poll)

> “The butler who answers the phone when the butcher calls Larson.”

> “The Trader (tho i dont adore him but i know folks who do)” (The Trader is in the poll)

> “The Gug” (I forgot about this guy)

> “FAROE MY BELOVED” (Faroe is in the poll)

> “Butcher.” (The Butcher is in the poll)

> “yes” (....wanna share?) 

> “Nope!” (thanks for letting me know)

> “Lorrik!” (I’m going to be honest, I recognize this name but I have no idea who this is. I’m guessing a character that’s from the CoC games that got briefly name dropped) > “I couldn't select her but shout out to Marie, not my favorite but I would both kill and die fore that woman.” (Marie is in the poll)

> “nah”

> “N/A.” 

> “Nah you're chill”

> “Grand vizierrrr” (I literally forgot this guy. Like he should have been in the minor character section, but I completely forgot he existed. Sorry Vizier.”

> “the dice rolls in season 1 are a character to me <3”

> “The Trader! Out of all the minor characters, he is probably the most memorable to me. Also the Forest, idk if that counts as a character, but yeah!” (The Trader is in the poll. The Forest is more of a location than a character to me)

> “Not one character in particular, but John and Arthur's dynamic is amazing! Also Kayne.”

> “KELLAN. KELEN. WHERE IS HE” (Kellin is in the poll)

> “No”

> “shoutout to the Forest i think of it often” 

> “Butcher enjoyers unite” (The Butcher is in the poll)

> “That lady on the train who was offended when Arthur was “talking to himself”” (Unfortunately, if a character isn’t named they completely fall out of my mind)

> “I like Roland Cummings, but not more than selected choices.” (Not really a character to me? At least no in Malevolent)

> “roland cummings u will always be so dear to me”

> “the one secretary that sounds like jimmy stewart in s4 bless him”

> “marie” (Marie is in the poll)

Total number of times someone suggested someone that was already in the poll: 8

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Now this question is purely for me, but who do you like better, John or Arthur? (277 responses)

> I literally can't decide. This question is killing me I love both of them SO MUCH.They're equal to me. Linked. I can't pick one without the other. Do Not Separate: 126 votes (45.5%)

> Arthur: 84 votes (30.3%)

> John: 67 votes (24.2%)

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Any thoughts or feedback on the quiz? Idk, ramble or rant to me! Why do you like your fav characters? Do you agree with a character's placement in the "side" or "minor" section?

(This question got 59 responses. To save my time and yours, I’m only including ones I find interesting, or were long enough that I felt like I should include. Many of them were just thanking me for making the quiz. If I posted your response and you don’t want it to be public, please let me know and I’ll get rid of it)

> “I feel like I've done arthur a disservice! I rly rly like him, but I like john juuuuuust a little more! But it's SO hard to not pick arthur!”

> “Thank you for including the objectively best character, blinky”

> “I would have categorized the trader, Percy, and all characters who have been dead since the beginning as minor” (I didn’t share my process for listing the characters in each category, so let me share. But I had two soft requirements for listing a character as “side” instead of “minor”, the first was if they appeared in more than 1 episode, and do they have any speaking lines? If the answer is yes to 1, then they’re usually a side character, if yes to both then they’re definitely a side character. 

There’s also a big * on how important they are to the personal story of the characters. This is why Faroe is a side character, even though she doesn’t have speaking lines. She’s so important to Arthur, and she literally haunts the narrative, that I can’t really consider her a minor character. 

Percy was going to be a minor character, until he showed up again in another episode. 

> “KELLIN! KELLIN MY BELOVED KELLIN MY BELOVED GAS MASK MAN. also, i love rafters theyre so special to me. they were in ONE EPISODE AND I LOVE THEM SO. ASLO KAYNE IS SO SO SILLY WHAT A GUY. Also, Oscar ranks higher than Noel only because I adore the premise of him. What A GUY real.”

> “Honestly great quiz because it let me think about how I would rank my favorite Malevolent blorbos and why I love all of them. Admittedly I love Parker but I'm not sure if he's more minor or side character. I mean he definitely haunts the narrative but he doesn't actually. Appear. Faroe at least giggles a little in dreams/flashbacks. I still love him so much though because of the thoughts and lore I completely made up about him. Anyway I love Anna Stanczyk because of her strange and off-putting family. In a way she is kind of like Antigone from Antigone.”

> Oh my God. I have so many thoughts and feelings on all of the characters. I'll just detail some of them here: 

For Arthur (who I picked as my favorite): He's INCREDIBLY complex. I fucking love how morally grey he is. That scene where he was talking to Kayne about why he was able to survive opening John's book is truer every day-- he is one of the most human characters I've ever heard in fiction. His deep love and trauma and obvious guilt over Faroe's death, how you can tell through every single interaction he has with Larson that he still feels the deepest self hatred over what he inadvertently did to his child. HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH LARSON TOO LIKE OUGH the way you can tell he sees himself as Larson in a way, that every time he talks about or fights with him is a direct line to him fighting with himself and the piece that is still mourning Faroe every day. The scene in ep 40 pt 2 where he calls Larson a childkiller that doesn't deserve to live? Arthur, baby, you're talking to yourself. 

His desperation every time someone he loves is in danger/dying or dead/is gone. You can tell this man wants the people around him, the people he loves, to be safe for once in his goddamned life, and every single moment it feels like he's just a curse to everyone around him. His parents killed themselves, his wife never loved him and died alone, his daughter drowned, his step-parent estranged, his friends left, his saving grace/partner/best friend strangled by his own hands, John being ripped away from him, then 'forgetting everything' (being replaced by Yellow), forgetting Oscar, Noel getting shot and vanished, even the Butcher was killed. At this point, Daniel, Marie, John, and Kayne are the only people in his life who he still has some connection with. There's probably points when he feels like it's just better for him to be alone entirely, to stop even trying to reach out because he'll just end up being stupid and getting them hurt. 

But then he can also be so so so selfish sometimes!! He's incredibly focused on how things affect him, and while he's definitely (imo) gotten a little less self-interested over the seasons, this boy is not constantly helpful!! He's petty and scrappy and rude and brash and dangerously confident and so self-centered it makes me feel sick sometimes. just look at his interactions with Yellow-- the fact that Yellow did want to grow, showed interest in philosophy and poetry and individualism-- and Arthur pushed it aside because he couldn't see past his hurt and anger and pettiness. And the fact that he feels regret and remorse for this!! Like oh my gosh!! Oh my gosh!! 

I have so much more to say about him honestly-- I love when we see him caring about stuff like simply wanting some fruit or a haircut. It really brings the situation back down to Earth and reaffirms the fact that he's just a human being. A stubborn, resilient human being, who completely embodies that tumblr post that went along the lines of 'how do i know i'm not immortal-- I mean, I haven't died yet.', but still a human. I love how he can be badass one moment and then completely lose his confidence the next. I love the fact that he's 'soft' (piano, poetry, his sounds of terror and pain) and 'tough' (his mental and physical reslience/strength, his aforementioned moments of badassery, his arguments with John and Yellow, his wits during high intensity moments). Overall he's just my favorite. I'm fighting Kayne tooth and nail for the position of arthur's #1 fangirl. 

For Noel (my favorite side character): it's mainly his accent. like ohhhh my gosh he called the waitress 'doll'?? I Need Him. it's also his awesome ass backstory and the fact that he's THE MOST REASONABLE PERSON IN THIS ENTIRE PODCAST. his reaction to finding out John was the KIY was so sweet and perfect. i actually adore him for having common sense and critical thinking skills. he's such a king. charlie you will always be my favorite i love you so so so much. 

For Kayne (my second fav): I FUCKING ADORE HIS CHARACTER SO MUCH!!! he's like a twisted sort of comic relief. it might just be that i'm the world's biggest will wood fan and he reminds me of Will Wood (if Will Wood was a malevolent god capable of murdering thousands) to the nth degree. i love his fucked up little cackle, it makes me smile every time i hear it and i don't know why. he fucking TORE into Larson in one of the best scenes in that entire episode. larson is such an intriguing side character (but dw i wont go into him rn) and kayne being a god that he so obviously was into and who just SHUT HIM TF DOWN was so so so satisfying. i love the fact that he has such delight in killing. like if i could explode people's heads and shatter their eyeballs without consequence you can bet your ass i would. 

i love that he treats arthur and john like his soap opera. the scene in ep 28 when he's just sitting there munching on, like, a bag of Lays or smth and watching arthur almost bleed out? FUCKING PHENOMENAL applause all around what a king. i just love his line delivery altogether in that scene. the 'little english rose' comment. his goofy 'CANARY!! IN A COAL MINE?!'. his jab about arthur and john's standing lunch date. his little 'steady hand...' when john was sewing up arthur. 'utmost respect for surgeons, continue!!' HES SO FUNNY AUGHHHHHHH I LOVE HIMMMM. i'd let him explode my head tbh ugh he's just brilliant. 

third favorite side character-- the butcher: once again i just love his utter delight in murder. this man kills for a living and he ADORES it. you heard him belting in ep 40!! singing his heart out and shooting alien thingies ^^ he most definitely had issues (cough cough 'daddy should've taught you how to tie a better knot boyo scene cough cough) but he was so fun!! i also adore that he's Basically Arthur. like hes so clever and excited abt his work and equally as resilient!! ughhhhhh. 

alr i'm getting really tired it's twelve am and i've been writing for half an hour but i have so much more to say on all of these points that i just cannot. just know that i am obsessed with every single character in this podcast ever and i have thoughts about all of them that go mach 5 in my brain at all times so trying to capture them down cohesively on paper Isn't Gonna Work. love you gn.

(This is one of my favorite responses. Thank you so much for writing this <3)

> “Love Kayne he's so unique and fun even though his appearances don't last long they're always unforgettable! Oscar is great because he is gentle and kind while also being tough as nails and loyal to Arthur, he's got so much going on, and Yellow is a tragic figure who makes me so sad. Oscar, too. Arthur's also a fave but I like Kayne and Oscar best.”

> “I’m 10,000,00% confused as to how the hell-disco not a single person has mentioned what a absolute shithead W*llace L*rson isand how SO MANY of you just TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE HES SOME UWU SWEETHEART

CAn you seriously FUCKIGN LOOK AT ME and tell me he isnt the most BLATANT INSULT TO HUMANITY THAT THE WORLD HAS EVER HAS THE DISPLEASURE OF BIRTHING?

Look I know he's Southern or whatever but I can't fucking stand W*llace L*rson.

Why does he think he's so fucking special? Because he's elderly?

Fucking asshole has done nothing but sit around and be a god damned capitalist and for WHAT?

what makes him think he can go around acting all smug and haughty because he what- slept with a god???

I bet the God didn't even like it

I bet that God was so thoroughly disappointed it had to go to fucking therapy after.

I bet that god immediately left the room in DISGUST and SHAME.

See that sick ass wolf over there??? thats me. coming for larson. He better be scared

I can't believe there are actual FANS of L*rson out there

that bastardization of a man is the epitome of grease and black mold.

no wait no that's not it because at least black mold doesn't ACTIVELY try and kill children it just sits around and HAPPENS to kill a child-

like Arthur.

L*rson is a thousand times worse than that

L*rson isn't black mold he's a fucking mangey-ass coyote that thinks it's big shit just because it has a shiny rock and some coins up its ass.

His daughter deserved better and i WISH arthur was able to break 98% of L*rsons bones.

“Oh but arthur shouldnt project his issues onto other-”

FUCK THAT LOGIC

it would be ONE thing if arthur WASNT MY BABYGIRL but he fucking is and I need him to go apeshit on the fleshsuit imposter that is the vague form of a homosapien.

fuck W*llace L*rson and everything he's ever fucking done with his pathetic extended life warrantee

The only GOOD THING going for him is hes not homophobic cause how could be have you HEARD him talk?

If I was able to manifest all my disdain for that country bastard into a cure for covid-19 I’d also cure cancer. And dementia. Cancer and dimentia are very serious and horrible moreso than L*rson ill admit it

It’s astounding how much his cocky attitude replaces my brain cells with uncooked lima beans.

“Oh teehee lets infiltrate a cult of rich fucks and take it over haha how sexy of me”

yeah no. it fucking aint.

“Oh Imma be so cool and villanious and plan a whole nerd ass monologue about how my long time crush arthur lester should join me on the dark side”

get FUCKED l*rson

you dont get to say SHIT i hope you baked a fucking red velvet cake and carefully iced it after giddily waiting for it to cool in the fridge only for arthur to IGNORE YOUR ASS.

And don't get me started on him being a goddamned furry as if being a capitalist wasn't enough.

Why do you have a big buff anthro wholesome sweetiepie cow-boy walking around huh?

HUH?

I can't even begin to describe how HORRIFICALLY SUS THAT IS. WHAT DOES HE NEED A BARA FURRY FOR?

(for you uncultured freaks a BARA is a BIG BEEFCAKE OF A MAN)

Actually no cause all the fucking entites he collects like pokemon are ALL sus L*RSON YOU FREAK OF NATURE what human men arent enough for you?????

Invisible tentacle hivemind loving mistake thats WHAT YOU ARE.

Anyway fuck this shit. Im going to listen to coda AND part 40 where there is an ACTUAL loveable villain

because NONE OF YOU HAVE ANY CLASS OR TASTE.

THE REAL BABYGIRL SEXYMAN IS KAYNE AND YALL ARE SLEEPING ON HIM.

> “Be meaner- don't give an option for "can't choose between arthur and john", just force people to choose :)” (I actually thought of this, but I choose mercy <3 maybe next time I won’t)

> “Idk I just love bastards and I think Arthur is the most unhinged of them all, bc John has the excuse that he was part of a god of madness but Arthur isn't only Just Built like That™ he just choses to go apeshit sometimes and I think that's iconic of him <3 (i do also love john babygirl of my heart) I am just glad Oscar got out of it alive tbh I had very VERY low expectations for his survival NOEL IS KAYKING IN SPAIN WITH TIM STOKER AND DENILE IS JUST A RIVER IN EGYPT butcher,, you were the goodest boy you could be for the last 40 min of ur life amd even so I love the bastard that u were rip (& in pieces [literally]) The taxi drivers is bc I think we need more outsider Pov fanfics and I believe they are such an intresting way to tackle it!!! The vanguard just fucks in general & as a concept and i love it v much Lily,, Lily save us save us from the upcoming divorce era Lily,,,, (magnificent beast love u so much i am so very sad our aquaintamce was so short queen 😔)”

> “just want to say the Arthur or John 3rd answer is perfect. they are like two cats at the animal shelter that cannot be adopted separately”

> “i want arthur and john to beat the shit out of kayne”

> “im just saying my votes for henry and frank are HEAVILY influenced by the CoC campaign and the acting that the lads did in that game. in malpod theyre kinda whatever but in CoC theyre stellar!”

> “HIS NAME is Antoine not the lighthouse keeper” (no, no. I’m talking about the French one Arthur and John met. Antoine was a lighthouse keeper who came before the French guy. I thought about adding “The French Lighthouse Keeper” but I assumed people would know who I was talking about lol)

> “Yes i like bella, yes she has like no lines, nothing comes between me and my aromantic queen #BellaDeservedBetterAndMaybeaDivorce #CurseTheTimePeriodSheLivedIn”

> “elaborating on my “i can’t pick a fav” choice: imo what makes them SO GOOD is how they play off each other. Like the reason i love both of them is because of their relationship with the other. When there’s a scene without one of them, i still like it, but because there’s that ABSENCE of the other that’s always adressed. So it’s like they’re still there in a way. I cannot pick just one yeah. You phrased it well! Linked”

> “I literally just love how John and Arthur are both spiteful bitches. That’s all” 

> “Choosing between Arthurt and John was, as expected, difficult. I guess I enjoy John more as a character, but in a way relate more to Arthur. I really love John's struggles with figuring humanity out, though. Me too, buddy. Me too.”

> “This was very cute!!! I forgot about half the people in the minor and side section but you did a great job at including literally everyone. Also shout out to the cab drivers hearing Arthur have a one sided conversation about batshit things” (LOVE the cab drivers)

> “For a minor character you should add the bread Arthur ate. It is canonically, the most important character, trust me bro.”

> “ am foaming at the mouth I love this podcast and all the characters so much. Even the characters who I absolutely despise (cough Larson cough) are so incredibly well written , it amazes me. Thank you for making this, I’ll be super interested to hear the results!”

> “The fact that i cant pick to fav main characters is homophobic to me specifically. How DARE YOU make me puck between my boys /j” (I mean, you could chose Arthur/John as your fav character, and then pick the other one in the “Arthur or John” question???) > “My only comment is that I’ve never seen ‘Adam Fry’ as a separate side character from the KIY.

Maybe the fandom wiki interprets them as separate? But from my perspective, it was always just the KIY using a different name and being purposefully manipulative or showing a falsified hallucination / vision that’s still just an extension of his own power. Adam Fry and the KIY aren’t different characters, it’s the same creature. Just another example of what the KIY can do, and- since you encouraged rambles here, lol- that’s part of the reason I picked him for my favorite side character.

He was a very threatening, ominous force in season 1-2 as the main villain, and I lowkey miss that a lot. Kayne’s entertaining, yes, but he’s also a powerful.. guy. Dude. Creature? That chooses to show himself as human. It’s a trope I’ve seen done a million times before. Powerful, quirky, insane murderer man like The Joker with god powers attached and no shoes for flavor. Meanwhile KIY always felt more Eldritch, animalistic, terrifying and unique to the podcast. He had a lot of ways to influence the world, and others that were very fun to witness like tearing holes and sicking creatures AND people after Arthur. The interesting decision to leave him alive in beginning of Season three, and I’m especially missing the whole, ‘you call it madness but I call it love,’ musical notes that came on random radios. He’s also the (non consenting) reason that John exists at all. I think it’s interesting how we learn about the KIY indirectly through his fragments, and through John’s struggles with who he was, and I’m kind of sad he’s basically gone as a force with only “eh my lost fragment doesn’t fit anymore ✌️ who cares bye” to show for it. Especially after what he did to Noel, and the continued ways he could be present in the story. All in all, just kind of an underrated character to me. My meow meow.” (Idk, about the wiki, the only wiki I read is my own brain, and my brain separates Adam Fry and the King because Adam Fry was named lol. If he didn’t give a name he would not be in this poll lol)

> “Trader likers stay winning”

> “kayne at his core...is a shit stirrer and a freak and I, quite frankly, am obsessed with him <3”

> “this was swag thank you for including lily (animal) and blinky. unproblematic faves” (lol I had to include Lily!! I love her! And Jo herself told me to include Blinky, so I had too)

> “if the "jon or arthur" question isn't 50/50 people are gonna throw a riot lol. (.... I kinda want arthur to win >:3 )” (Welp, time to throw a riot)

> “Ngl, doing this quiz made me realize I have to relisten to Malevolent from the beginning because I completely forgot who half of these characters were. 😭 It was also surprisingly hard to chose a favorite character. I liked a whole bunch of side characters and minor characters, but choosing my favorite was…kinda difficult? Idk, I chose Arthur because I can’t help but like this disastrous wet cat man, but I’m not sure I have a favorite.”

> “I” (Nothing else, just “I”, I thought this was hilarious so I included it)

> “I've only recently gotten into this podcast, but as I was describing what I like about Malevolent to my friend, I said that one of my fav characters was "the invisible hands of fate" ie the meta knowledge of show format and the way it has so many ramifications for choice, autonomy, fate etc in Malevolent verse. Anyway, I only like Arthur slightly (very slightly!) more than John, but this is the reason why he ultimately ranks highest for me.” (unfortunately, "the invisible hands of fate" don’t have a speaking role nor a name, so I forgot to include them in this poll)

> “I just love Kayne so much he’s so so silly and babygirl. I really want to edit all of his scenes together and make an animatic of it but whether I’ll ever have the time and motivation to do so remains to be seen. Have a wonderful day <33”

> “My all time favorite is Oscar, I was devastated when John convinced Arthur to cut him off 😭 I love me an unhealthy devotion 💜💜😅💜”

> “john John joohhnn :33 Hes my baby... i like this quiz and im glad i can give my girl anna some acknowledgment”

> “I wish I had thoughts that I could form together about Yellow other than 'HHHRRRSHSHHSHRSHJJJSHJJ' but, y'know. He's my favorite :] (perhaps you can tell because he's the only character I draw /lh) Which. Might be because I see myself in him a little but oh well”

> “GSHAUJRKTGWEYHSRGYHUJEGDHLBGERHSDGBVHKLRGBVHDSKBV”

> “(Prepare for a short rant lmao) I feel like Yellow is such a tragic character. He was never given the chance to develop into a better version of himself. Like, I love Arthur, don’t get me wrong, but the way he treated Yellow was FOUL. I understand why he treated him like he did, but he failed to remeber that John had a chance to better himself, he had time with Arthur to learn about the complexities of morals and humanity and how those two things intertwine and/or contradict. Hell, John had time with himself to think about his actions! Yellow was forcibly torn from the King in Yellow, expected to fit into Arthur’s version of what that fragment should be, and immediately treated with disdain when he couldn’t live up to that image. Anways, this is getting long now lmao. Thanks for reading if you got this far x”

> “Thanks for adding the cab drivers, they really do deserve our love” (They do! And Arthur’s money!)

> “100% in ordinately fond of Eddie. rip king you showed up for five minutes, threatened to kill a man who wouldn't let you in his apartment, is most well known for saying 'motherfucker', and has the most troubling CoC implications” (I am now very curious about the CoC implications Eddie has…..)

> “I love the butcher SM, he is so AUGH. HE IS SO. The music, the language the poetry the morals and motivation the music talk, his whole episode VXTIDRHSHFSRHSRUSUTDTUSUZR.” 

> “I need a fourth option for favorite side character. It was hell picking between The Butcher and Yellew for the spot of 3rd favorite.” (Nope! Only three! You HAVE to pick >:D)

> “aghhhh i love john out of the two of them because he's my character that i project onto and whatever (he is SO trans and autistic coded and their relationship is so qpr to me i love it) but they are also a set. like. i love them together. do not separate.”

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The Final Results: 

>  Favorite character: Arthur, 106 votes

> Favorite side character: Kayne, 113 votes

> Second favorite side character: Collins/The Butcher, 54 votes

> Third favorite side character: Noel, 48 votes

> Favorite minor character: Lily (animal), 54 votes

> Second favorite minor character: Lily (animal), 30 votes

> Third favorite minor character: The Cab Drivers: 26 votes 

Fun fact, but Collins, Kayne, and Noel have been battling for “Second favorite side character” for awhile now (as of writing, Kayne and Noel are both tied for second with 51 votes each). I do updates of the responses on discord every 100 votes, and most of the time the results stay the same, but Collins, Kayne, and Noel have been battling. I’m sure it wouldn’t be long until Kayne or Noel take first place for themselves.