#SORRY MAGILOU

[ridetheluck]

Dream blunt rotation

[ghost-bard]

need to create a mood board of my jester dnd character bc the second i put their character refs on it they will be immediately understood and i think its funny

[mcgilou]

i've been struggling w/ my mental health really bad so just a minute heads up for all my blogs being wonky activity. i feel bad bc i wanna write but i don't wanna force it if i can avoid that.

[odysseys-blood]

i still maintain that arise wasnt going to be good anyways but it would have been saved just a little if they included a weird dark magic girl

[talesofourworlds]

“Ah, Magilou! I’m glad… we’re finally in the same city…!” Ludger had to pause for a moment as he caught his breath. “S-Sorry…Give me a second… I ran for a good few minutes…” With their busy lives, their paths crossed once every scarlet moon. So when he saw that ever recognizable large hat, he’d shoved his way through crowd upon crowd to catch up to her. 

But there was no need to rush anymore. He’d caught up, now it was just a matter of saying his piece.

“Okay, I think I’m good now.” Ludger said after he steadied his breathing, “I wanted to thank you for bringing your marvelous energy across Desolation as you fight against the Abbey. As a Kresnik, I can agree that our world’s malevolence problem needs solving. But the way they’re going about it? I’d say nobody would enjoy it, but joy wouldn’t exist in the Abbey’s ideal world.” 

Such an objectivist solution wouldn’t do anyone any good. The ‘Lord of Calamity’ may be hated by most, but to this Kresnik? She and her colorful companions worked to fulfill a goal everyone ought to appreciate.

“When your menagerie has its way with the Abbey’s head honchos, would Magilou’s Menagerie consider doing a special celebration tour? I’ll pay for premium front row seat tickets every show!” He’d even pitch in extra to bring Julius and Elle, if they ever managed to get past the pesky ‘transfer vessel’ thing. Or maybe once things were settled, the chief wouldn’t see a need to keep his Malak stapled to him. 

Who’s to say? He’d hope for a bright future brought by Magilou’s Magnificent Menagerie which manufactures mirth.

That voice... oh, Magilou recognized it! That was the young man she'd accidentally bumped into once before. And he was a fan of the Menagerie, too. Hard to forget a face of a person like that, she told herself. When Ludger called out to her, Magilou twirled around to face him and let him speak.

"Take your time," Magilou said. "I've got all the time in the world." At least until Velvet deemed they needed to get going again. She wasn't sure how long that would be. Fortunately, Ludger collected himself and got to speaking. What he had to say was enough to take the usually playful expression off of her face, though, and replace it with surprise.

Well, well! Someone who appreciated what Velvet and they were doing for the word! A rare treat, to be sure, and Magilou was quickly back to smiling a bit as Ludger spoke.

"It's Velvet who should be getting most of the thanks," Magilou confessed. "But hey, her cause is worth fighting for. The Abbey and Shepherd don't want anything good for this world." Ludger had put it better than she could have, frankly. Then again, considering that her old master was a part of the Abbey too? It wasn't too surprising that their idea of reason and what was best for the world was messed up.

"You know what? For Magilou's Menagerie's biggest fan? I think we can arrange that," Magilou answered at length. She twirled again, flourishing with a dramatic pose and a smile as she did. Whether Velvet was able to take part or not... well. That depended on how things went. Magilou had her suspicions for what was going to happen. But why spoil it?

"I'll have to make sure we get lots of practice in before the big showdown with Shepherd Artorius," she said. "Wouldn't want to fumble in a celebration of freeing the world, you know?"

[talesofourworlds]

Oh, right... Claudin, not Melchior. Her mistake, she realized. Still, she listened as Symonne spoke. At the very least, it made more sense why she would stick around. Magilou's head bobbed up and down a little. Of course Melchior would know something like that. He'd extended his life for quite a long time.

Not much different from what Magilou was doing with her own life, really. Magilou didn't really know what to say. Nothing could exactly make what had happened better. Melchior was an Empyerean now.

"Are you going to try and reach him, then?"

"Get him to tell you where your old master was buried?" Would he even respond? The Emperyeans hadn't exactly been keen to speak to them after they'd done what they did. Whether that was because they were busy blocking out Innominat's domain or if there was something else going on? She couldn't say.

"I can't say I know where it is," she admitted after a moment. "But maybe..." Was she really going to offer to let Symonne tag along? Velvet wouldn't trust her. None of them would. Her brow creased.

"Just... be careful," she decided to say. Symonne wasn't some helpless malak. She knew that. Even so, daemons were still a threat.

༶♡༶ ❝If he made the same oath as Master, he was probably doomed from the start.❞ That was the only oath she knew that extended one's life.. And for a malak it greatly enhanced their strength and abilities.

༶♡༶ Of course she knew all too well what Magilou had to go through, although Symonne had lacked the free will to do anything about it, a tethered malak was nothing more than a disposable commodity to the Abbey.

༶♡༶ Did the malakim seem that bent out of shape over his death? That it'd be plausible to think she was clinging to the memory of that old man? It wasn't him who she cried over though, ❝I don't plan to cling to anything from him.❞ Why should she? He only viewed her as a tool. Not a companion, a living being, or something that could even feel. He treated flowers better. ❝That old fool's memory has where my Master was laid to rest, and that is all I care for.❞

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Request: How about some jealousy headcannons for Velvet , Eleanor, and Magilou?

(Tales of Berseria) Velvet, Eleanor, Magilou Jealousy HC's

Honestly, I was waiting until I had access to the skit sprites, and now that I have, it's time to UNLEASH the Berseria asks that's been laying dormant for nearly a year.

Velvet's jealousy is quiet, and very terrifying.

Thinking about it logically, she really shouldn't be that angry about S/O simply talking to other people than her.

She was a Daemon after all. And yet, S/O chose to stay with her despite that.

And right now, they were doing anything but that.

It takes a long while for the jealousy to build up, but it's nearly ready to blow up.

S/O notices her glaring at them, and the person they're talking to.

After a few moments, Velvet realizes she's staring and quickly looks away, acting like nothing is happening.

S/O walks after her, with Velvet continuing to walk despite her name being called.

(S/O) "Velvet?"

(Velvet) "What?"

(S/O) "Are you alright?"

She stops walking and glares at them again.

(Velvet) "Fine. Why?"

(S/O) "You...just looked a little angry is all-"

Her eyes narrow as her fists clench.

(Velvet) "A little?"

(S/O) "O-Okay, really angry! I'm sorry I haven't had much time for you lately, I've just been trying to get supplies and-"

(Velvet) "I said it's fine. Better for us to be stocked up anyway than wasting time."

She tries to play it off, but S/O knows her better than anyone at this point.

(S/O) "Well, I could use your help carrying some of it back to our rooms. And...I'd like to have some time alone with you, actually. There's this pretty spot near the inn we can sit down at!"

Velvet simply sighs and her shoulders relax a little.

Choosing to not mention the blush on her cheeks, S/O gently grabs her hand and squeezes it for reassurance.

Velvet says nothing else and lets them hold it for a few more seconds before slowly letting go.

(Velvet) "Come on, show me where we're putting the supplies."

Eleanor feels guilty for even thinking about being jealous.

The two of them were busy, especially on a journey like this, romance was almost impossible. She knew this, and yet...

Eleanor pouts when she sees S/O speaking to the other members of the group and goes off to be alone for a moment.

Maybe some fresh air would clear her head.

The sun was about to set, watching it glisten along the coastline they were on.

(Eleanor) "Maybe during the voyage, we could...-"

(S/O) "Eleanor?"

Eleanor nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears S/O voice come from behind.

(S/O) "Are you okay? You look upset."

(Eleanor) "A-Ah...Don't worry I-..."

Eleanor thought S/O was too busy to notice her lately, yet the fact they noticed her leaving in a crowded inn made her guilt grow.

She cuts herself off before simply sighing and clearing her throat.

(Eleanor) "I'd like to get dinner with you, if you don't mind."

(S/O) "Oh, sure. I can grab the others and-"

S/O immediately noticed Eleanor's body posture change, both her hands going behind her back.

S/O gently smiles at her before nodding.

(S/O) "There's nothing wrong with being a little selfish. Where do you want to go? My treat, tonight."

Eleanor smiled back and nodded.

(Eleanor) "I recall seeing an interesting food stand in town. Perhaps they're still open?"

Magilou doesn't really get that jealous.

She knows when people are lying or being serious.

She also is very much aware of herself, and how she truly feels.

Not to mention the incredible circumstances she and S/O found themselves in, going to assassinate a world leader.

With that being said, it would be remiss of her to not embarrass her S/O at every opportunity.

That was a sign of true love!

S/O is simply talking to Eizen regarding the Van Eltia.

And that was the time to strike.

(Magilou) "S/OOOOOOOOOOO!"

Magilou called out for S/O's name as she extended her hands and nearly tackling them to the floor.

Barely fending Magilou off of them, S/O stared at Magilou who began flailing at them.

Eizen gives Magilou an extremely unamused look while S/O tries to shut her up, with everyone looking at their direction.

The crew, port workers, the rest of the group, everyone's attention was on them.

(S/O) "W-What are you doing, Magilou?!"

(Magilou) "You barely spend time with me at all lately! As your beloved, I demand that you give me attention too!"

(S/O) "We were literally just talking ten minutes ago!"

(Magilou) "It's not enough!"

(Eizen) "Are you done? S/O has to get the supplies on the ship before sunset."

(Magilou) "This is a matter of the heart, Eizen! You wouldn't understand, for you do not possess a maiden of your own!"

(S/O) "I'll talk with you once I'm done, Magi! Just give me a few-"

(Magilou) "UGH! You wound me, S/O!"

(Velvet) "I'm about to give you a wound if you keep this noise up."

(Magilou) "Believe me, you'll understand my feelings once you have someone to call your own!"

[disappearingmuse]

Magilou and Rokurou: a character study and an underrated parallel

So. Magilou and Rokurou. Two characters lacking in the emotion department who covertly struggle with their self-esteem because of this lacking and because of their pasts. Who both tell us in their own ways that they don’t care, and they don’t care that they don’t. However, as we learn throughout the game, there is a lot more nuance to the way they experience the world than they would have us believe. Their internal experience is left somewhat up to interpretation, and what we do know about their mindsets isn’t spoon-fed to us. The player has to pick up context clues and slowly piece them together to see the whole picture, which I think is pretty dang cool. Today I’m getting out the corkboard and the red string.    

What is the deal with Magilou’s broken heart?

When Magilou refers to herself as having a “broken heart,” aka her feelings disappearing, it’s both symbolic and literal.

The literal: During her one-on-one fight with Melchior on Hexen Isle, she says that she has rebuilt her heart about 107 or 108 times. However, she was Melchior’s “failed experiment” whose heart never broke completely- which I interpret to mean that some of her capacity for emotion is still intact. The apathy she feels is very real, but it’s not the total eclipse of the heart (sorry, guys, I couldn’t resist) that she wants everyone to believe it is.

The symbolic: Magilou’s past is the quintessential tragedy epic. She was abandoned by her parents, then taken in by a circus troupe who made a freak show spectacle out of her, then the troupe perished in an accident set up by Melchior, then she was taken in by Melchior, then he abandoned her. She was stuck in a cycle: the people who were supposed to be her caretakers, guardians, and mentors all mistreated and left her.

Until Bienfu brought her to Grimoirh, who broke the cycle and saw her for who she was.

As Grimoirh says to Magilou, “It wasn’t failing to hold up against Melchior’s arte that broke your spirit, was it? It was when you realized that he no longer considered you his daughter.”

Emotional blunting is a common response to repeated trauma, so Magilou’s current disposition isn’t solely a result of a physically broken heart but also an emotionally broken one. Melchior’s betrayal was the final straw that led to the Magilou we see in-game, a woman who is rarely authentic in her interactions. Her cheery façade and exaggerated theatrics are the opposite of the apathy she feels inside. Magilou says, “I don’t care about anything, and I don’t care that I don’t.” That’s what she wants the people around her to believe. It’s a lie twofold: one, that she doesn’t care at all, and two, that she doesn’t care that she doesn’t care.

If Magilou didn’t care, she wouldn’t be telling Melchior how lovely it is that her traveling companions are driven by their emotions. She wouldn’t be asking Velvet what it feels like to hate. For her, it’s easier not to feel, sure; but in the same breath, she seems envious of others’ capacity for emotion. Her self-aggrandizing comments are a mask for the lack of self-esteem that shows itself in rare moments, most likely a product of both the repeated abandonment in her past and the blunted emotion that separates her from everyone else. “I hope you learn to like yourself,” Velvet tells her, having finally seen through the mask.

But Magilou gets more out of traveling with Velvet and crew than just having a host of people to compare herself to. Perhaps observing them is what allows Magilou to awaken a bit more from her slumber of apathy. As she tells Velvet before the final dungeon, “I finally found something to care about.”

What is the deal with Rokurou’s emotions?

Rokurou, being a daemon, also presents with a limited range of emotion. But what does that mean? What is his internal experience like?

Rokurou advertises himself as a heartless daemon who only cares about defeating his brother. He invites a simple interpretation of himself.

But I think the core of Rokurou’s being is, in fact, very human: a push and pull between two diametrically opposite sides of himself. The Rokurou who gets so caught up in the heat of battle that he will turn on even Laphicet before someone snaps him out of it versus the Rokurou who has only kind, encouraging words for Laphicet and goes out of his way to help the other party members. The Rokurou who upholds the principles of the Rangetsu clan versus the Rokurou who turned against those principles to challenge Shigure for the first time. The confident, even-tempered Rokurou and his vulnerable moments that reveal the doubt beneath the exterior.

This push and pull has been going on since he was a human. The scene that shines the brightest light into his psyche, I think, is the skit that is triggered by sleeping at the Meirchio inn. Velvet walks in on Rokurou’s sword training. She says he looks peaceful, but he counters that it’s actually the opposite- “It brings out my negative thoughts…my hatred, my doubts, my ego, my anger.” He says he used to try to practice to get rid of his negative thoughts, or so he told himself, but now he realizes that can’t be done. We can infer that these are the emotions and feelings that drove him to become a daemon and the ones that remain with him strongly since his transformation. He has given up on trying to fight them, and they are now his driving force. Unlike Magilou, I don’t interpret him as apathetic but as a very, very skewed scale when it comes to emotion.

Rokurou often mentions how little he cares about his loss of humanity or what others think of him. It’s his version of “I don’t care about anything, and I don’t care that I don’t.” This is also a lie twofold.

I point to the scene in which Velvet comes upon Rokurou sitting outside drinking while Kurogane forges himself into a sword, having a minor crisis about what allowing his friend to do such a thing says about him. He tells Velvet, “You hate because you love, and feel as much hurt as you do anger. That’s human.” He says of Shigure, “He has the very human strength to take the good with the bad and just keep pushing ahead. A strength that I, as a daemon, can never match.” His insecurity about his state of being and the inferiority he feels towards Shigure are on full display.

As in Magilou’s case, the narrative doesn’t disprove the emotional blunting that Rokurou describes, but it does contradict that it goes as far as he says it does. We see genuine emotion from Rokurou multiple times. In a skit where Eleanor decries the lack of empathy in daemons, Laphicet thinks to himself, “But Velvet and Rokurou have empathy.” During the sidequest “Rokurou’s Blade,” he mentions how good it felt to hear his mother praise him for the first time (say hello to another very likely source of Rokurou’s self-esteem issues.) In the scene where he strikes down Shigure, watch the sadness on his face when Shigure tells him that Rokurou’s first attempt on his life was for naught- Shigure was going to leave the clan anyway.

Finally, Shigure comments on Rokurou’s vicious smile: “If only Artorius’ stony face could smile like that, he’d be a lot happier.” Despite the negativity driving Rokurou, Shigure points out the truth: it’s not an empty, joyless existence.

In very professional conclusion, the end I friggin love Berseria and I love Magilou and Rokurou byeeee

[violadiaries]

Fluffcember Day 1: Roasted Marshmallows

@fluff-cember

Fandom: Tales of Zestiria

Pairing: Eizen/Zaveid

Additional Warning(?): Eizen Lives; Dezel Lives; Alisha is Part of the Team!

Crossposted on AO3

"Oh! I know, let's roast some marshmallows and tell scary stories!

"Zaveid…"

"Roast…what?"

Zaveid looked over at Eizen, pouting at him, as Alisha giggled next to him. Edna raised an eyebrow at both of their antics, though had gotten used to it rather quickly. Not even really batting an eyelash at the way her brother and Zaveid acted towards another anymore. Zaveid thought it was a great idea to get everyone a little bit closer. Now that Eizen and Zaveid himself both were up and good again and everything. It had taken both of them a little bit after all, after Sorey, Alisha and Rose had just barely managed to make sure Zaveid didn't get himself killed while they had cured Eizen.

And they were out and about, sitting by the fire, as they travelled to actually do something good. Even if the whole notion still seemed a little bit too grand for Zaveid. He was in it, because of Edna and Alisha, and maybe a little bit because of Dezel. Just like Eizen was in it because of Edna. And Zaveid, though while Eizen had openly admitted that, Zaveid refused to believe it. Ultimately neither of them really cared about the world. They had ways to protect themselves and the ones they loved and cherished.

Just as he wanted to tell Eizen just that, the fact that it would be a good way for everyone to connect, he noticed that Rose had said something, right after Eizen's over dramatic sigh. Eizen himself was already looking at her with a raised eyebrow as well. And as Zaveid turned to look at her, she just flinched back even more.

"I'm sorry, what do you mean 'Roast what?'" he asked.

Zaveid blinked at her, while everyone else had gone silent. Lailah was smiling to herself, though trying to hide it behind her paper charms while Dezel just let out a sigh and shook his head. Obviously he would know what Zaveid was talking about. Otherwise Zaveid would be very, very, very disappointed, that even after he had apparently remembered everything he had conveniently not remembered that.

Cosy nights spend together while Dezel had clung to him. Though back then Zaveid hadn't told any scary Stories to him, and just rather talked about some things he had seen and experienced in the past. While Zaveid had made him some sweets, which he had enjoyed definitely too much. Sometimes even together with Lafarga or Rokurou.

Sorey and Mikleo seemed as puzzled as Rose was, while Alisha stared at her just as unbelieving as Zaveid did. At least he had someone who really understood him in that group. Just as Rose wanted to open her mouth to explain herself, Zaveid cut her off.

"I expected this from those two," Zaveid said, gesturing to Mikleo and Sorey.

Zaveid ignored their protests. They had been sheltered their entire lives, this being their first adventure outside of Zenrus' reach. Obviously they wouldn't know about roasting marshmallows, but Rose?

"But you?! You've been traveling all over the place be it as a merchant or an assassin! Do you really want to tell me you never sat together with your band of idiots by an open fire and roasted marshmallows?!" Zaveid asked.

He refused to believe that. From what he had observed in the past had she a rather close knit bond to the members of her group. So he really, absolutely refused to believe that she wouldn't know what that would be like.

Yet from the look she was giving him it seemed like that was the case. Granted, maybe it was a little bit too warm where they were, though no. It never was too warm for some nice time spend together like this. Eizen, Zaveid, Benwick, Rokurou, Magilou and Eleanor had done this shit together while traveling south! Where it had been much hotter!

"I must say, I am as…confused as Master Zaveid is, Rose. Surely you know about things like this right?" Alisha asked.

Zaveid looked at her, and nodded. Maybe she knew that as something else. Though what else would she know marshmallows as. That did make Zaveid wonder at the same time. Did Edna know?

He shook his head. She would find out, granted they could get some marshmallows from somewhere. Zaveid could drag Dezel with him for a quick trip to Stonebu-…Lostonbell. They should sell them there. At least Zaveid hoped they still did.

"No? What's so special about that?" Rose asked.

She had puffed her cheeks up slightly and crossed her arms in front of her chest. There was absolutely no way. Zaveid groaned and threw his hands over his head. Would he have to teach these kids everything? Even simple joys of traveling with other's like that? Though now, at least Alisha seemed to know.

"Hey, Princess. Enlighten us, what's got Grampveid so worked up?"

"Edna."

Zaveid chuckled at the way Edna huffed after Eizen reprimanded her without even really saying something. He didn't really mind when she called him old. It gave him enough fuel to tease Eizen, who was older than him after all.

"Well, whenever we knights are out together, we would take some marshmallows with us as well. To roast them. It is a fun way to spend a night on the road. Just talking with each other while eating something sweet," Alisha explained.

Zaveid nodded along, glad that she really knew. Glad that at least one of them knew something of the finer things of live. The more enjoyable things of traveling in a group.

"And what are…'marshmallows'?"

Their round got quiet again at Sorey's question. A genuine question, borne from genuine confusion. Ten eyes fixed on the young shepherd, as if he had just asked them how they knew how to breath. Not knowing about roasting marshmallows over open fire was one thing. Now knowing what those way too sweet for Zaveid's taste, white, pillowy sweets were was another.

"Marshmallows are a sweet. White and rather squishy soft. Made pretty much from pure sugar. When you put them on a stick and warm them up, like over an open fire, they get a more gooey consistency. And their sweetness is enhanced," Eizen explained.

Before Eizen had even finished his explanation, Zaveid had jumped to his feet. Sorey shied back somewhat but nodded along with Eizen's explanation. Rose seemed to at least know what sweet Eizen was talking about, while Edna nodded as well, her eyes getting that glimmer in them, whenever she was promised some sweets.

"Dezel, we're getting marshmallows. I honestly can't believe you kids!" Zaveid announced.

Dezel groaned, but got up nonetheless. Definitely knowing that arguing with Zaveid would be of no use. He didn't even like marshmallows himself, but it was the atmosphere that counted. And while Zaveid knew more than well enough that they weren't on a fun camping trip, all of these kids needed to relax and lighten up a little bit.

The trip to Lostonbell and back hadn't even taken them long. By foot they were about two days of travel out on the road. With wind steps, Dezel and Zaveid needed a fraction of that time. Partly because Zaveid also helped Dezel a little bit out as well. They also were in luck, that the owner of the sweets shop, had marshmallows right on display. Apparently travelling out on the road was getting more and more popular again. They left more than enough gald for the goods on the counter and took some bags with them. As well as some cookies and chocolate.

Upon returning to the group, Eizen and Alisha seemed to have already instructed the others to prepare some sticks, on which they could roast the marshmallows, while Lailah had given their fire some more life again. Zaveid readily tugged himself in between Eizen's legs, Eizen's arms quickly finding their way around Zaveid, holding him close against himself. All inhibitions about being too open with their relationship discarded. Zaveid wanted to be cosy after all, when they would get to the fun part.

Dezel distributed the bags in the meantime. Making sure that everyone would be able get some, and then taking charge of Rose's portions. They did not want any black goo after all. Lailah, Sorey and Mikleo shared as bag, with Lailah explaining the boys how to do it right. Rose, Dezel and Alisha shared a bag, with both Alisha and Dezel making sure Rose didn't even get close to the fire with a skewer and only handing her the end product. And Eizen and Edna each got a bag of their own. Because Zaveid knew neither of those would share. And while they would have reluctantly shared with each other, he hadn't wanted to take any risks.

Zaveid did eat some of Edna's first tries at getting the marshmallows right, though not much more than that. He just relaxed and watched these children have this experience for the first time. All the while, being perfectly fitted into Eizen's arms. After all of them had gotten the hang of it, the fun part started for Zaveid. He wasn't good at thinking of stories on the go, but he was good at playing off of Eizen when he did so.

After some rounds of scary stories, both Edna and Zaveid helping Eizen really scaring especially Rose, all of them cuddled together in various formations. Lailah seemed to be fine by herself, though Zaveid wouldn't have expected anything else. She had seemed more amused than scared anyways. Edna had tugged herself against Dezel, even if both of them would deny it ever having happened in the morning. And the two pairs Zaveid and Eizen had seem coming anyways. Rose had been clinging to Alisha for a while already and Sorey and Mikleo were always practically joined by the hip.

"You just wanted an excuse to cuddle with me," Eizen whispered.

He still had some marshmallows left in his bag, while the other's had finished the rest of the sweets off completely. Their fire was also still on. The flame low, but still there, giving them warmth. Even if Eizen's body temperature was more than enough for Zaveid.

Zaveid hummed and closed his eyes, as he leaned back. Listening to the sounds surrounding them. Listening to the calm breathing of the kids, as they were asleep and resting for another eventful day. Listening to Eizen's heartbeat. Strong and steady. Alive and comforting. In tune with both his own and Zaveid's domain.

"Did not. It is a bonus though," he mumbled.

He would be lying if he said, it hadn't crossed his mind as they had sat down, that distracting the kids like this, so he could get close to Eizen, without having Rose complain about them flirting in front of them, had been a genius idea. Though it hadn't been the plan in the first place.

Even when he liked nights like these the most. With no imminent danger looming above them, just relaxing like this. Eizen chuckled and rummaged through his bag. Definitely preparing another marshmallow for himself. They had come to the silent agreement, that they would tire the kids out more often than not and take on watch during the night. They were the oldest after all, so it was somewhat their duty. At least that's how they saw it.

"Here, eat. I saw you forcing down Edna's failed experiments earlier," Eizen said.

Zaveid opened his eyes, to a marshmallow roasted to perfection in front of him. Paired on the stick with some apple slices Zaveid hadn't even known they still had. Though apparently they still had had some apples left.

He looked at Eizen, who just raised an eyebrow, prompting Zaveid to take it. After some more contemplating, he did take it and ate it in one bite. The apples did help a little bit with the sweetness. Especially because it was one of those not so sweet ones, Zaveid really liked. He had to smile at that.

"We need to do this more often," he said.

Eizen hummed in agreement, preparing another skewer for himself. Maybe traveling with those kids hadn't been the worst decision he had made. Though with how much they seemed to have enjoyed themselves, they really would need to watch their sugar intake, Zaveid supposed.

Eizen pressed a kiss to Zaveid's temple, letting his chin rest on Zaveid's shoulder, as he ate his own sweet creation. Something Zaveid didn't even dare to look at. He did know exactly where Edna had her sweet tooth from after all.

"I guess the idea wasn't that bad after all," he said.

Zaveid rolled his eyes and closed them for a moment. As if Eizen would have really objected to it, unless it was to keep up a front. Zaveid knew how much he enjoyed things like this as well.

Yeah, Zaveid would need to make sure they did this more often. And definitely would need to make sure they had one or two bags of marshmallows readily at hand, once the need arose for a cosy night, to calm down like this.

[thelunarsystemwrites]

You seem pretty cool. What fandoms are you in, and what ships do you like, if any? Do you write fanfiction? Do you have an AO3? Sorry if that's too many questions for one ask. 😅

Hello there!

I forget half the Fandom I'm in SOOO here's the ones that are important ^^

ROTTMNT.

The owl house.

Ever after high.

UTMV/Undertale. (Haven't played Deltarune yet)

Transformers prime (S1 and S2).

Transformers Rescue bots. (I haven't seen the newer seasons in years)

Transformers academy. (S1)

Glitch techs.

Invader Zim. (I've only watched a handful of S1 episodes and the movie though-)

Percy Jackson. (first 5 books)

Lexi Magill and the teleportion tournament.

Monster high..ish? I watched it a lot as a kid!

Lilo and stitch. (Still watching the show)

Rapunzel (And the series!)

Big hero six. (Haven't watched the cartoon show)

TWOMP. (YouTube series)

TADC.

Murder drones.

Sonic boom.

And yes I have an a03! Not entirely sure if I should share, because just about anything in last year us MEGA Angst and I wasn't in the best place lol.

And yes I write fanfics >:) and no you're absolutely fine! ^^ never too many questions!

[asktalesofberseria]

Alright. Question for the entire group. Considering that you all are pretty much a found family of one another. Which role are you in a household? Who's the dad, who's the mom, the aunt, etc?

I don't like this question... Everyone is going to say I'm the baby.

Hey kid, if you don't wanna be the baby, that's fine by me! Bienfu can be the baby, and the scapegoat of the family. You can be... The big brother.

Me, a big brother...? Hm...

On one condition! I want to be the dad!

Cool. So I'll be the mom then?

... What? What kind of conclusion is that?

Everything about this is wrong...

If I may introject- I don't think those roles suit either of you. Magilou would make a horrible father, and Rokurou isn't motherly at all. Gender roles aside... (Which still matter to me, by the way.)

I think I should be the mom! And... I think Eizen would make the best dad out of all of us.

Sorry, but I unfortunately disagree. There's no way I could ever have a child- as any child I would have would be destined to a life full of misfortune with me as their guardian. The reaper's grind never stops💯

Rokurou can be the dad. I'll just be an old family friend.

Fine! But just so you all know, I am a dad that believes in corporal punishment.

You better keep your hands off of Phi, Rokurou.

Bienfu is fair game, though! I give you permission as his birth father.

What a horrible twisted family.

[jessjustplay]

Currently playing Tales of Berseria - 22 Hours Update

June 24, 2024

I'm around 22 hours into the game and a lot has happened. I also have my full party now!

In my First Thoughts on Tales of Berseria post (only 4 hours in) I mentioned how I hoped Magilou would join our party and she does! She's incredibly dramatic, so I find her to be very funny.

We also recruit Eleanor, who reminds me so much of Lailah, Rose, and Alisha. It's like the game devs took the 3 girls from Zestiria and meshed them into one person.

We did quickly meet Zaveid in this game, which was interesting. I can't get over the fact that Eizen is Edna's brother. I was hoping we would see Edna but she hasn't appeared (yet??).

Laphicet is seriously the absolute cutest character I ever had met. Vivi who!? (Sorry, Vivi) But truly, Laphicet is adorable. So sweet. So inquisitive. So powerful.

I liked Rokurou since the beginning, and he has continued to be a good character. (Although I didn't like that part where he was mean to Laphicet, but he apologized so I'll let it go).

Velvet is as... Velvet as ever. She is an interesting "protagonist" and it's bizarre sometimes to be playing as a daemon, but she does still have some sense of morals within her. It's complex, so I appreciate the different perspective. In games (at least the ones I play), you do tend to play as very heroic characters, so playing as Velvet has been a unique experience.

I've been putting cowboy hats on every one and it's hilarious. (Except for Velvet. She's the lead singer, and they are the band lol)

As for the overall story, I'm enjoying it. Since I played Tales of Zestiria first, hearing Artorius being called "The Shepherd" is crazy. After all, Sorey is AS heroic as can be, so to see the inception of the Shepherd concept is interesting.

I think Velvet's quest to fight Artorius to get revenge for her brother and sister makes complete sense. The others have their own purposes for joining her, not necessarily because they care about her, but because of their own agendas and needs. Seeing as this is a group of misfits, this just makes so much sense. Laphicet is probably the only one who wants to follow Velvet because he cares about her, which fits the bill.

I'd say the only confusion is who is Inominat, why is Laphicet so strong, what happens after we destory Artorius, and how do the events in this game lead to the events in Tales of Zestiria?

[ao3feed-welcometohell]

I'm A Real Boy Now

by fredbearndfriends

Debbie wonders why Jonathan seems to be in a better mood lately. Jonathan isn't the most open person about his feelings -- especially those for a demon named Sock.

Debbie suggests she meets this mysterious friend she's never seen or heard. Jonathan says no -- Sock finds a way to say yes.

All it takes is some Latin and a possum tail to make him a human. For only one day (for some reason).

Words: 6908, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Welcome to Hell - All Media Types, w2h, W2H2

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jonathan Combs, Debbie Combs, Napoleon Maxwell Sowachowski | Sock, Minor Characters

Relationships: Jonathan Combs/Napoleon Maxwell Sowachowski | Sock, Jonathan Combs & Napoleon Maxwell Sowachowski | Sock, Jonathan Combs & Lil | Magill Nancy, Jonathan Combs & Debbie Combs, Sock Sowachowski & Debbie Combs, Sockathan

Additional Tags: well.... i return to writing w2h, Sock gets a human body (TEMPORARILY), using the demonology book, gay Jonathan, kinda coming out, just for fun, no sadness or anything, Gay Lil (why do i keep canonizing her as gay YASSS..), mention of lil/jojo but it's one line, SOCKATHAN PLAY ROBLOX CANONIZATION, why did i mention they play roblox? Does w2h even take place in modern day? No Clue!!, Fake dating...?, Debbie Has a lot of moments (sorry if i mischaracterize her i only know her from ONE scene!), some bickering, First Kiss, VERY small animal death, Debbie is Amaze, sock has top surgery scars (APPLAUSE), takes place after w2h2, (what i imagine w2hw would end on?, some patreon references, NOTHING spoiler-y though

Read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/MGmZXrE

[mcgilou]

🃏 STARTER CALL : mutuals like this for a short starter from the good ol' magilou

[heroesxdemons]

"HEY! GET OUTTA THE SPOTLIGHT! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY YOU JESTER!"

"How rude! How uncouth! You swine, it's Berseria's anniversary therefore all the attention should go to the one and only Magilou! So take your sorry keister somewhere else, roach boy!"

Oh boy, they're fighting over the spotlight....

[timelessxmemories]

Eeeh...? What's happening..?

Don't worry about it!! Ehe! Just pay attention to lil' ol' me!♡

Ehhhh... sorry about Magilou! -Rokurou