#Their parents want them to develop their own recipes

[ave-the-enby]

Thinking about CJ and Isaac, I'll introduce them better at a later date. But they're identical twins. Anyways, Isaac is the one who tries to get his parents recipes but they tell him no. One day CJ tried and was told no as well. So they tried teaming up and after a long while their parents gave in. Or so they thought, they weren't given any exact measurements to their dismay and also found out at a much later date that they weren't told all the ingredients. CJ caught his momma adding an ingredient when she told him to go get something from the garage. They felt incredibly betrayed.

[galaxyg1204]

ANGST HEADCANNONS BECAUSE I COOKED WITH THESE I FEAR

Huxley who got bullied in highschool for liking flowers and making flower crowns which led him into a mindset of toxic masculinity which he practically carried throughout highschool and only started getting out of that mindset after moving to study at DAMN.

17 year old Lasko who constantly went to Jessica for advice, to the point where they started developing a mother-son dynamic of their own, and after the Inversion, while Damien and Huxley had their own mothers to reunite with, Jessica showed up to check on Lasko.

Damien who got his cooking skills from wanting to help out his mom after his dad left and can still remember some of her recipes by heart, which makes him wonder when they'll reconnect again whenever he makes them.

Guy who works at Max's Rustic Pizza because Max is actually a close friend of his parents and allowed him to stay and earn for a living seeing as his parents were almost too lazy to raise him almost his entire life.

Aggro being a rescue cat with one eye that Milo took in when he was in highschool and hid from his parents until they found out, to which his dad reacted negatively and tried to send him back to a shelter, only for Aggro to find his way back and sneak back in through Milo's window.

Ollie and Geordi as cousins and when Geordi came out and majority of his family reacted negatively about it, Ollie was one of the few who comforted him, but they drifted apart after Geordi got into his first relationship (*cough* Ben *cough*).

Child Aaron who always developed a routine whenever his parents would argue, of locating Elliott and taking him to his room, where he would lock the door and keep him distracted/entertained as much as possible.

[youtellmeman]

Spoilt

jake sully x Neytiri Sully x Metikayina!Reader

smut

warnings - p in v, vaginal fingering, slight scent kink, oral (f recieving), threesome, lil tiny bit of angst, kinda implied age gap but nothing more than 5 years,

i love jake and neytiri sm

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This was your clan. Your clan, your territory, your people,  everything that covered this expanse was yours. And maybe you had gotten too comfortable with getting everything in sight being yours, but it wasn’t like you were going around exploiting your power. You were clan princess, the people liked to give you things and you never took more than you gave.

That being said, you were currently in the biggest of moral dilemmas, considering the thing that you currently wanted was a married man and his wife in your bed. A man who had brought his family to your clan in hopes of being spared refuge from the blasted sky people that had returned, and had been oh so grateful when you’d convinced your parents olo-eyktan and tashik of your clan to grant them their wish. You’d taught them your ways, saw to it that your siblings were as kind as possible, you yourself had even taught them how to ride their very own Ilu. And as it seemed developed a certain curiosity for the heads of the family,

A curiosity that left you wondering what other biological differences were hidden away from your prying eyes could see and how the differences you could see would take effect in the mating process. For instance their fingers, while thinner, were longer than those of the Metkayina people and believe you’d spent multiple nights trying to replicate how deep they’d be able to reach inside of you. The way Neytiri's breasts were smaller and firmer looking than yours, which were slightly more full and soft to the touch. It made for countless nights of trite replication of something you’d never experienced and days where you couldn’t look either of them in the eye due the prior night's activities.

Like today for instance, your people gathered around for festivities, celebrating the full moon that had blessed you with high tides and bountiful catches. But instead of being completely enveloped in the festivities of your people as you usually would’ve been, your eyes were glued to the pair of dark blue people sitting next to one of your many fire pits, secluded from the dancing that was happening all around them.

So you paused your dancing and made your way to them, acknowledging their children who had been dragged into the festivities by your little siblings.

“What are you both doing sitting here, so still.” You ask a smile toying on your lips, discreetly checking them you, You’d organized for them to be made traditional Metikayina clothing for the night. “Tonight is a night of celebration, you should be dancing.” Neytiri’s eyes bored into your own and her lips twitched upwards slightly, but she said nothing.

“We hate to be rude but you all dance a bit differently than we’re used to, kid.” Jake recipes looking around at the clusters of people and you couldn’t help but do the same, face wrinkling in confusion before sparking with an idea.

“Then I teach you! Come come it is easy I assure you!” Your face breaks out in a smile and you can see in Jake's face that that wasn’t what he’d hoped would happen in response to his comment, Neytiri on the other hand seems more than amused.

“Yes Ma Jake, go learn. You should learn all you can remember.” You laugh as the words leave her lips, missing the way Neytiri's tale thumps against the ground in response. ‘You should learn all you can.’ were words Jake often used against his own children when they complained of your different ways. 

“Yes Jake see, you must learn. Be more like your mate with her eagerness to learn!” You say making Neytirir’s ears shoot up, eyes darting back to your face forming a small frown. Jake shooting her a shit eating grin and before either of them can deny your impromptu lessons you’ve grabbed them both by the arms to drag them towards the music.

Stopping in a less dense area that still thumbs with the vibrations of music you face them once more. The both of them standing a tad awkwardly still amidst the groups of dancing na’vi.

“ Come, Jake I teach you first.” You say ling yourself up with his side so you're both facing the same direction.Giving him the directions of stepping back then sliding forward slightly. “It is easy, see? Watch my feet.” Speaking as you guide him. 

“Come Neytiri you do the same with your feet.” You keep at this for a moment letting them get the footwork down. Having to spend a bit of time coaxing Neytiri into trying at all, while Jake seems to be a more focused student. Eyes glued to your every movement in what you take to be an attempt to get down the moves, it really isn’t.

Eventually though Neytirirs stubbornness subsides and she begins to try the foot work, picking it up much quicker than Jake. 

“Good, good! You are both doing very well, now it is time to add what truly makes this dancing.” You move to be in front and facing them going over simply the foot work again before speeding up and finally starting to move your hips. Shaking them rapidly,  moving them side to side along with alternating the sides you tilt up and down. Even going as far as to spin in a circle while you move. “Your hips! Move with the rhythm, feel it in your bones. Let your body become fluid guided by the beat of your heart and music.” You say immediately realizing that the both of them have stopped dancing. 

Without thinking you move towards Neytiri. “Move your feet and I will do the rest, hmm?” You ask and she obliges, aware of your every movement. Maybe that’s why she doesn't seem to move away or flinch in shock when your hands come to settle on her hips from behind. 

You both move your feet but instead of working on the movement of your hips you focus on hers. Using your hands to guide their movement, slowly at first then spreading up slightly until you can feel her body beginning to move without your guidance. You let her take the reins, movements spreading up and though a bit clumsy and out of beat she catches on quick, you’ve yet to release her waist. Taking a few seconds to enjoy the way your skin feels below your fingerstips before letting the slide back to your sides.

Then moving onto Jake, his eyes move from the grip you had on his mate's waist to your face, eyes filled to the brim with an emotion you can’t seem to place. Still you surge on, grabbing his waist next and moving it the way you had neytiri’s before.

“The way men dance is very similar to our women. The only difference is the occasional move of hips which the women don't usually replicate. It’sthe rolling of hips. Look at the other men around.” You guide him and your voice has found a softer tone then the previously energy filled one you’d held. Watching as Jake's eyes glide across the crowds around you resting on multiple of the men, before rolling his hips experimentally before falling into the previous moves you taught him. “Good.” You urge him on and he continues as you correct his form here and there before you eventually pull away, letting the tips of your fingers graze the protruding bone of his hip as you pull away. 

Maybe they weren’t dancing perfectly, like one of the natives might, but they were dancing. And eywa did look they good doing it. Neytirir had lost all previous restraint she’d had, letting herself fall into the way your people danced. Arms swaying in the air around her. Jake slightly more stiff yet seemingly enjoying the experience of it all, Locking eyes with you before his eyes slide to his mates moving form. Pulling her into dance closer, hips rolling and hand caressing her arm as she preened at the touch. 

And all of a sudden you felt as if you were watching something intimate, something you could never be a part of. It left your chest tightening in yearning and a smile on your face faltering. You needed to get away.

“You are both wonderful students. I’ll leave you both to enjoy yourselves and continue to learn without me. It’s getting quite late and I must retire for the night.” You excuse yourself as quickly and politely as possible,missing the way the pair's eyes lock then darting you in concern. Leaving before they can try to convince you to stay.

You make your way through the crowds, smile wiped clean completely and instead replaced with a frown and glassy eyes. Heading towards the direction of your hut, before deciding you didn't want to go there quite yet, instead finding a closed off part of the beach, a place that had always offered your comfort in life. And that was what you needed the most now as your mind was flooded with thoughts on inadequacy and the prospect of living in solitude forever. A few tears slipping down your cheeks before you're able to wipe at your eyes.

“ Ma Tanhi? What is wrong?” For once it’s Neytirir’s voice that breaks the somber silence of your self wallowing, causing your head to snap in her direction. Seeing the mated pair standing a few feet away from where you’re sat on the sand. You promptly shoot up to be standing. Trying to remove any trace of sadness from your face. “What did we do that has made you run from us.”

“Yeah i didnt think our dancing was that bad.” Jake tries to lighten the mood but it does nothing to ease the sadness heavy on your chest. Neytiri smacks his shoulder, clicking her tongue while shooting him a warning glare. “Really though, what's got you so down all of a sudden kid?”

“It is nothing, do not worry yourself with silliness such as my problems.” You try and force a smile on to your face, waving off their concern.

“Hey, if you’ve got a problem it's not silly at all. We’re here to help baby girl, but we can’t do nothin if you don’t tell us what's wrong so why don’t you talk to us.” It’s almost stupid the way your stomach churns at the pet name that falls out his mouth, almost adding the hypocrisy of this all. 

“Yes, what Ma Jake says is true. We care for you, let us ease your pains.” Neytiri urges you forth alongside her husband as they take steps closer. Still as kind as they are, what could you possibly say, that you had feelings for mated na’vi who also happened to be them. You shook your head wordlessly denying their help, though you can't help the way your eyes dart between them longingly. This doesn't go unnoticed

“Ah I see.” Your ears perk up at Jake’s comment. “Tiri, do you see what I see?” Your brows furrowed in confusion, watching them communicate wordlessly had become a norm when you’d become their guide, but it had never bothered you not knowing what they were thinking more than it did in this moment. And within a few seconds of wordless communication, Neytiri's body seemed to relax, all worry dissipating as her tale sways slowly behind her, eyes finding yours once more, gaze almost predatory as a smirk slid across her face. You clench involuntarily at the look in her eyes, arousal ill timed according to you

“I certainly do.” Neytiri almost purrs. “Shall we help her understand?” She raises a brow in Jake's direction as she moves around you slowly and you almost move to keep face with her.

“Understand what?” You try to follow her with your eyes, but that thought is thrown away when you find Jake suddenly incredibly close, fingers grazing your jaw before pinching your jaw between his thumb and index. Guiding your gaze to his own.

“Understand the fact that we want you too, baby.” Jake's eyes are hooded with lust, pupils blown wide as one of his canines digs into the meat of his bottom lip.

“what?” The words leave your lips in an airy whisper.

“Your feelings do not go as unreciprocated as you thought.” Neytirir’s voices husky and you’re suddenly very aware of how her lips brush against your shoulder with every word, breath fanning over your skin.

“I-i don’t-” 

“You don't what?” Jake’s words are sharp as they leave his lips. “You don’t feel the same? Cause if thats it lets be real cause I can smell ya from here and I'm sure Tiri can too. Or do you not understand, because if that's the case we’d be more than happy to make ourselves crystal clear.” His last few words are intentionally slow yet pointed and they have you pressing your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the need to be touched. “Just say the word and we’d be happy to show you just how bad we want for you.” 

“Show me.” The words have barely left your mouth before his lips are slamming into yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lip in a silent demand for access to the inside of your mouth and you oblige without a second to waist. Neytiri on the other hand has found a job in leaving dark purple marks along your shoulders and neck as she caresses the side of your hip and letting a hand wander to the front of your waist moving to cup your barely clothed breast in her hand. Both of their movements have you keening between them.

Soon Neytiri's hand is moving from your breast to the side of your neck dragging your face away from Jake's hungry mouth so she can get a taste for you herself. You welcome the change wholeheartedly. While Jake kisses to consume, Neytiri kisses to savor. Hand on your jaw as she takes her time enjoying your taste. And whiles she's busy exploring your mouth Jake takes the opportunity to explore other things. Kissing down the side of your neck that’s exposed, even sucking a few marks onto the parts of your chest are exposed, that is before seemingly growing fed up with the barrier or needed cloth pulling it down so that it sits right below your tits. Giving him full access to what he wanted he surges forward taking one of them into his mouth while he grips the other in his hand, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he pulls at the other gently with his teeth. The action has you whimpering into Neytir’s mouth and she swallows the sound with a pleased hum, not missing a beat.

After you’ve been deemed sufficiently marked Jake does what he’s been imagining since the first time he’d allowed himself to acknowledge his attraction to you. Dropping to his knees in front of, nose almost pressing a kiss right on your pelvic area before untying your tweng, bringing himself face to face with your glistening folds and taking a deep breath through his nose. Groaning at the scent of your arousal. It’s only once Jake lets out a groan of anticipation that Neytiri pulls away, hand on your jaw now guiding you to look down at her mate. 

“Look at him so eager to taste you Ma Tanhi, will you grant him the pleasure.” She says low in your ear while you gaze down into Jake's hungry eyes.

“You gonna let me eat this pretty pussy baby, hmm?” His hands massage the sides of your thighs and don't doubt that he probably saw the way your walls fluttered at the sound of his voice.

“Please, Jake.” It a quiet whimper of a plea but it seems to be just what he needs to hear, inhaling your scent once more before licking a stripe up your slip, flatting out his tongue as it comes to rub over your clit and your knees almost buckle at the sensation. His large hands brace you by your hips and ass while Neytiri holds you against her by the waist effectively letting you melt at their touch without collapsing to the floor.

Jake's assault on your pussy might start off slow but it certainly doesn't stay that way, not when your hands find roots of his locks tugging and pulling him impossibly closer. No instead he focuses most of his attention to your clit dipping his tongue into you here and there. And soon you feel a finger tip prodding at your entrance, sliding in ever so easy with how wet you've grown plus his own saliva. The intrusion has you gasping and you can't help but think about all those nights you tried to replicate what you thought this would be like.

The job you’d done had nothing on the way it actually felt. Thin but long fingers able to reach that spongy spot within you with ease, messaging it as he sucks and flicks at your clit.

“More Jake, more, more.” Your moans are no longer quiet or meek as you grind against his finger and tongue all at once. He’s quick to grant your request, slowly but surely sliding in another finger which has you throwing your head back onto Neytriri’s shoulder. Neytrir who had been watching oh so silently, free hand come up to pinch and tease at one of your tits now found herself moving so that her lips just barely touched the shell of your ear. 

“Look at you taking Ma jake’s fingers so well, tell me how good it feels.” Her lips brush your lobe as she speaks and you can’t help the rapid nods that follow.

“So good, Jake’s tongue feels so good Tiri, so so good!” All comprehensible thought has left your mouth at this point and been replaced with repeated phrases of ‘so good’ ‘more’ ‘please’ . Your climax was growing closer by the second, you could feel it burning below your skin begging to see the light. And soon enough it did, Jake slipping in a third and final finger curling so perfectly inside of you as he pays attention to your swollen clit is what has you shuttering around him. Legs shaking and snapping rigid to hold him between them as you bucked your hips mindlessly against his face. Moans and whines of gibberish leave your lips as you ride out your high before slowly coming down. Releasing Jake’s head from between your thighs, chest heaving, eyes lidded as you watch him look up at you while licking his lips.

“You think you can take another for me babygirl?” The questing has you nodding numbly. There was no way you’d let this encounter over without having had his cock inside you or without having touched Neytiri the way you’d been dreaming of for ages.”Good girl, love. C’mon baby help me lay her back on the sand.” he instructs Neytiri and they do so easily. Once your back is touching the sand, they both remove their respective tewngs, before letting their lips meet and Neytiri hums at the taste of you still on Jake’s tongue.

“You’ve been good so far baby, why don’t you show us how good you can really be, yeah?” You're agreeing dumbly before you can even think to ask what he means, but something inside you registers it wouldn’t matter what either of them asked of you as long as they kept touching you. You don’t have time to think any harder about that, not when there’s a leg crossing over your face and your face to face with Neytiri’s core in seconds.

“Show me then.” It’s a demand the way it leaves her lips and it has you drooling over her. Neytiri’s hands gather your hair in her hands as she leans over you simply holding it in her hands as she braces herself on the sand. In the meantime you can feel Jake lifting one of your legs over his shoulder as he lines himself up with your entrance, head sliding between your lips and prodding at your hole a bit.

“Ready?”

“Yes.” You answer his question with total certainty and immediately they're both moving. Neytiri settles herself on your mouth and Jake slowly sliding into your warmth. Your walls quiver at the intrusion, but you don't get much time to focus on that, not when Neytiri is tugging at your hair in anticipation. Leaving no time to lose you lap at her cunt, drinking up everything she has to offer and she gives it all so willingly. Rocking against your head, he clit rubs against the tip or your nose as you consume her so completely, tongue diving as deep as it can into her core and it leaves her panting and groaning above you.

“Ah Ma Tanhi, so good.” Her words only encourage and you, you push on devouring her to the best of you ability. It's when you finally get the hang of pleasure Neytiri that Jake decides you’ve had enough time to adjust. Having slipped in his whole length while you were occupied. Sliding out leaving on the tip inside before slamming back in and the roughness of the move has you gasping into Neytiri’s cunt, that move causing a moan  to rip through her. 

“Shit, feel so good baby, damnit.” Jake continues drilling into you at an unforgiving pace that has you sucking and moving so unpredictably against Neytiri's pussy she can’t help the way she continues to pull at your braids. “Gonna mold this pussy to my cock, never gonna want anyone but me, fuck.” Jake’s words are rushed and his breathing is ragged and it has you clenching so tightly around him that he’s seeing stars.

Jake knows he won’t be able to hold on for all that long if you keep this up and he wants, needs you to cum first. His thumb finds your clit with ease, rubbing in tight circles that have your eyes rolling to the back of your skull and you feel another earth shattering orgasm nearing faster than ever. 

Neytiri though, she’s right on the edge and all it takes is a few more dips of your tongue into her hole and ruts of her clit against your nose and she’s unravelling above you, back arching so much it has you raising your hands to her waist to help hold her up as you continue to lick her dry. Letting her ride out her orgasm until she’s lifting herself up and off your face. Straddling your head and moving to sit on her ankles, placing your head in her lap. Giving you just the right amount of elevation to see the way your cunt swallows Jakes dick with every thrust. The sight alone is what has you cumming again.

“Oh eywa, Jake!” Are the only real words you get out before its incoherent rambles and moans. Your orgasm is what begins to set off jakes but he holds for as long as possible. Letting you ride yours out for as long as he can bare before pulling out. Stroking himself once, twice, before he's spilling onto your stomach with a groan of both or your names.

Your orgasms leave you gasping for air, but soon as you all recuperate you aid each other in redressing. Walking to your hut, sweet kisses pressed to your lips with promises of visits come morning.

You always did get what you wanted.

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[mortiskiller]

How I Manage Food Costs as a Feedist

Preface: I often see people in this community post about struggling with food insecurity and managing food costs. These are just some tips that have helped me when I was down to the last few dollars and needed to eat for a few weeks. I understand circumstances are different for everyone, and some people struggle even with this level of food security, I have been there. My intention is to help.

With food prices still high—often due to profit gouging—I’ve found ways to manage my food budget, and the secret is simple: **eat at home!** Growing up in extreme poverty with two working parents, eating at home was pretty much our only option, aside from takeout once every few months. My parents taught me the value of home cooking, and while it takes time to develop essential skills, Making sauces, learning how to prep and clean ingredients, cooking veggies, preparing meats, etc., once you have them, there’s a whole world of recipes within reach.

Here’s how I manage food costs, and how you can too:

1. Weekly/Monthly Shopping Essentials

Start with the basics—items you’ll need to shop for regularly to cover your meals for a week or two. Building a pantry depends on the storage space you have, but here are some key ingredients to keep on hand:

- Milk (1 to 2 gallons, depending on your choice—I go with 1%)

- Eggs (18 count)

- Bread (1 loaf) (I also recommend tortillas as they last longer than bread and can be used for nearly any bread needs)

- Rolls or Croissants (If you shop at a bulk store, you can get a dozen for $6.)

- Fruits: Change with the season, but apples, oranges, and grapes are solid year-round choices. In the summer, throw in some berries and stone fruit.

- Veggies for Prep: Stick to simple, versatile veggies like green bell peppers, zucchini, onions, potatoes, and chilies.

- Butter: Unsalted sweet cream butter is my favorite! Go for sticks instead of tubs for a better per-unit cost.

- Leafy Greens: A bag of spinach or romaine hearts

- Cheese: Shredded cheese works best and if you want to save more, buy a block and slice or shred it yourself.

These staples give you a variety of flavors, textures, and nutrition to build meals around, whether you’re whipping up sides, salads, or more complex dishes.

2. Protein, Protein, Protein!

Protein is an essential part of a healthy diet, but you don’t need to overdo it or overspend. I’ve found that chicken and tofu are some of the most affordable and versatile protein sources available (unless you’re hunting your own!). Both freeze well and can be used in a variety of recipes with different seasonings and marinades.

You can also look at beef, but stick to lean beef and fish as you do not want to pay for fat that will not end up in your food.

3. Shelf-Stable Items to Buy in Bulk

Buying in bulk can be a game changer, especially if you stock up on shelf-stable items. If you’re short on storage space, invest in an airtight tote to keep things organized. Start with common essentials like:

- Flour (Good ole AP with cover you most of the time)

- Sugar

- Baking Powder

- Baking Soda

- Brown Sugar

- Cooking Oil (I go for olive oil and canola oil)

These staples are the foundation of countless recipes and, when stored properly, can last for months or even a year.

4. Season Early, Season Often

Spices are what make food magical! You don’t need fancy brands—stick with basics that offer single-ingredient profiles. My go-to spices are:

- Salt

- Pepper

- Garlic Powder

- Onion Powder

- Thyme

- Oregano

- Paprika

- Cumin

- Cinnamon

- Chili Powder

- Vanilla Extract

- Bouillon Cubes

- Red Pepper Flakes

These spices will give you all the flavor you need to create a variety of meals without breaking the bank.

5. Canned Goods: The Unsung Hero

Canned goods are a staple in my kitchen. They offer consistent quality, low prices, and a long shelf life. Plus, they’re great for backup when fresh ingredients are low. Some key canned items to keep on hand are:

- Pinto Beans

- Crushed Tomatoes

- Tomato Paste

- Tomato Sauce

- Boiled White Potatoes

- Herring or Sardines

- Tuna

- Fruit Cocktail

- Peaches

- Pears

- Broth or Stock

These ingredients can help you create filling and versatile meals on a budget.

6. Where You Shop Matters

The store you shop at can make a huge difference in food prices. Here’s how to stretch your budget even further:

Bulk Stores: Invest in a membership at places like Sam’s Club, Costco, or BJ’s. The $100 yearly fee is usually paid for in savings after just a few trips. Protein, especially beef and fish, is almost always cheaper in bulk stores.

Walmart and Aldi: These stores are great for extras like frozen veggies, fresh produce, dairy items, and baked goods. Their prices are hard to beat!

Hope this helps and feel free to reblog or comment with your own tips and tricks!

Stick to Your List: One of the easiest ways to overspend and waste food is by shopping without a plan. Make a list, and stick to it. This will help keep your budget in check and prevent unnecessary purchases.

By following these steps, you can keep your food costs down while still eating healthy and delicious meals. The key is planning ahead, shopping smart, and keeping a well-stocked pantry!

[accio-bagel]

✨MC Intro Post✨

I finally filled these out for my lil criminal 💚

Explanations & more info (ramblings) below the cut for anyone interested.

✨Family

Does not talk about it. Will either be evasive about her history or outright lie about it if asked. An only child born to parents who didn’t want her, and when it became apparent she had no magic they they cast her out as a Squib. Hadn’t spoken or seen them since, and has no idea whether they're alive or not. Never fitting into the wizarding world or muggle society, she always dreamed of a better life for herself - the life she was supposed to live at Hogwarts.

Struggling to take care of herself after being abandoned by her family, she resorted to petty crime to survive, then more often upon discovering she was rather good at it. At age 15, her first accidental magic outburst involved a chase with authorities after pressing her luck one too many times, resulting in Fig finding her on the streets of London, panicking after she'd suddenly turned a policeman into a chicken. Professor Dad Fig took her in during the summer before term began at Hogwarts.

✨Patronus

Some associations with crows: gregarious, intelligent, creative problem-solvers, mysterious, deceptive, mischievous, manipulative, intuitive, and adaptable. Symbolic of community and loyalty, change and transformation, magic and the supernatural. Conflicting interpretations as harbingers of death or omens of fate, destiny, and good luck. They never forget a face, and will reward those who help them or may punish those who harm them. I also couldn't resist the connection between crows' habit of stealing and collecting shiny objects, and of course a flock of crows is called a Murder. 

✨Classes

She loves learning magic now that she's got the opportunity. Strives to do well at Hogwarts and wants to impress her professors and peers. Open-minded about magic of all kinds.

Charms is her absolute favorite, the most useful and enjoyable form of magic for her. Defense follows closely, as she's got an innate gift for dueling and developed a bit of an ego about it - especially enjoys teasing Sebastian about kicking his ass. Ever pragmatic, she also knows how important the subject is and wants to add to her repertoire of spells.

It's not her strongest subject naturally, but she loves Potions. She can follow a recipe well and works hard at it. While she finds Garreth's experiments interesting and doesn't mind stealing for him, for her own self-preservation she doesn't ever sit at his station, nor will she risk Sharp's wrath again by stealing from his office. Everyone knows she is Sharp's favorite student by the year's end, though he denies it.

History isn't uninteresting to her - it’s just Professor Binns is too boring for her to stay awake through class.

✨Personality

😉 Charismatic and persuasive, comes across as highly confident (faking it til she makes it.) She isn't shy about walking up to talk to someone she finds interesting, loves spending time with a small group of friends, and prefers a partner in crime on her adventures. That said, she is quite independent and needs plenty of alone time to think and recharge.

🧠 She prefers efficient, not lazy. She's highly active with her chosen activities and will take the lead naturally, but it has to be worth her while for her to put in the effort. She'll also take nearly any advantage given to her, especially in high-stakes situations.

💁🏻‍♀️ She wishes she were stylish and tidy, but it doesn’t come naturally and she hasn’t got the time (would rather get the extra 10 minutes of sleep in the mornings.) She starts the day looking relatively put-together, but you'll usually see her looking disheveled from running around, waistcoat askew, hair coming loose, boots dirty, possibly a bit banged up from her adventuring. Leaves half-drunk cups of coffee lying around the RoR and laundry on her dormitory floor. Handwriting is atrocious, she uses an enchanted quill to make her essays legible.

😾 Not that grouchy but can't say she's very nice, either. She isn't taking on extra tasks just out of the kindness of her heart - she needs to get paid or receive something else in exchange. Snarky and sarcastic, somewhat selfish, mocks/teases/messes with people (told Zenobia she’d keep her gobstones, then said jk lol, and gave them back.) Anger issues rage blackouts when pushed to her limit. She's got soft spots though - especially for animals/beasts, orphans, and freckles. Will do anything for her closest friends even if she gives them a hard time.

🤔 Generally weighs the risks of what she's getting herself into before acting. Stealthy and strategic, usually likes to silently petrify a few enemies to even the odds before taking on a group. She's prioritizing protecting herself and her friends rather than foolishly charging into unnecessary danger, balancing out her more reckless companions. Again, if one of her loved ones is in danger she won’t hesitate to dive in and help them.

😏 Mischievous, jokes a lot, a bit silly. Likes breaking rules. She's made many a daring escape with a smile on her face, will turn to her mates and laugh together once they've made it out alive. Taunts and goads her opponents in duels to throw them off. While very capable of deep thoughts and feelings, she covers hurt with humor and doesn’t often let it show.

🏃🏻‍♀️Athletic. Fast runner and climber, she regularly outpaces Sebastian “out-of-breath” Sallow on their outings. An evasive and agile fighter, swiftly dodging all over the place before striking. Quick on a broom, joins the Quidditch team in sixth year as Keeper (and acknowledges the irony here.) Has her clumsy moments when she's not paying attention or had too many Butterbeers, accidentally breaking a vase at the bottom of the stairs in the Slytherin common room on more than one occasion.

✨ Extras

Amortentia scents: autumn rain, freshly baked bread, and smoke

Her scent: green apple and lilac

Bisexual who flirts with everyone, to the point that it's hard to tell when she actually means it. No time to properly court anyone during fifth year but she has many fleeting fancies and won't readily admit to real feelings. All of this inevitably leads to confusion on all sides.

Goes insane for the food at Hogwarts after years of barely scraping by, eating stolen food and scraps. Always snacking to keep her energy up with how much running around she does. If she misses a meal, something is very wrong. 

Funny (at least she thinks so) and uses humor as a coping mechanism.

Loves cats. Pets all the cats.

Loves puns and will give a genuine laugh at a particularly good one.

Constantly running late, much to the chagrin of all her friends.

Drinks like a fish and smokes an occasional cigarette. Swears like a sailor.

Likes to dance but isn't very good at it.

As Sharp says, Wiggenweld doesn't fix everything, so I imagine her gaining quite a few permanent scars over the course of her fifth year. Significant mentions are a cut brow courtesy of Rookwood and some burns on her body from Solomon.

After her hair was partially singed during the battle with Ranrok, she cut it short for a drastic change.

Girl is not doing very well after everything she went through, especially losing Fig. Not sleeping, not eating enough, and prone to thousand-yard stares. She will need time to heal, plus a lot of help from her new chosen family.

✨Future

Ellie is very ambitious and she knows her strengths. She wants to live up to the reputation she's built for herself as a powerful witch, and wants to be known for more than what she went through in her fifth year. Taking time to make a name for herself as a Curse Breaker, she'll spend several years in the field before coming back to Hogwarts as Charms Professor when Ronen retires.

💚 If you have read any of this, I love and appreciate you so much! I have more to say about her but this was already too long so maybe I’ll do a part 2 or something.

✨Presets

5th Year:

6th Year changes:

[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley Siblings Helping You Lose Weight

AN: I suffer a binge eating disorder, inflected from my mother. I also suffer with medical issues and medication that genuinely have made things so difficult. My mom refuses to help, so sometimes you just gotta be your own cheerleader. Call me crazy, but imagining George Weasley supporting me is what keeps me going sometimes. Maybe this can helps others in my shoes to. It’s scary, and isolating, but hey. I’m your cheerleader to!

Warnings: Binge eating disorder, weight loss, sensitive topic matter with food, diet culture, it’s just a trigger warning of weight topics in general

William ‘Bill’

As the eldest sibling he’s had to try and be the best influence. He’s had to try and make sure his younger siblings ate and stayed health. Third parent syndrome. So he knows that this will be a journey, but one he’s happy to help with. Given his curse breaking job he often needs to keep himself in a very healthy mental space. So he would be more than happy to drag you in with yoga, tai chi, and simple mental work outs like that. It’s simple, but easy on the joints. A important part of weight loss is doing things that are enjoyable. Makes you want to do them more. His focus on mental health is very important, and often ignored when weight loss is involved. So this important step is going to make the journey so much easier. Slower? Maybe. But slower means it’ll STAY off easier. His focus on mental health is going to be a god send

Charlie

Since he works with dragons he knows how important it is to keep healthy. He’s constantly doing Manuel labor, and eats a pretty heavy diet of protein. This also means he’s going to be a great cheerleader to help you. Knowing all kinds of great work outs to help you, and finding useful tasks for you to do at the sanctuary. Not to mention he knows how to cook, and is more than happy to show you how as well. He is also a nice reminder that you can still be healthy will looking chubby. He’s made of heavy muscle. Muscle isn’t tense twenty four seven. That squishy is deadly. It’ll make losing weight a bit scary though. You’ll be developing muscle as you lose weight, so the number on the scale won’t really move. Don’t worry. Muscle burns a lot since you need a lot of calories to keep it. You are in safe hands. You need to trust the process. It takes time. You’ll do it! Charlie knows it!

Percy

He’s not a jock. He doesn’t work out like crazy. Especially not like his siblings. But he does know how to cook. Every Weasley does. Eating healthier and cleaner is exteremly important. Most of weight loss relies on being under a calorie number. That’s, unfortunately, the harder parts to. So Percy will be more than happy to do a bunch of reading on the topic. To do his best to figure out the best meals for the day. To help trade out snacks for healthier alternatives. It’ll also give him a good excuse to try and repair the bond with his family. Practicing and learning family recipes. That’s so nice

Fred & George

They run a joke shop full of candy, sweets, and pastries. Needless to say it’s a binge eaters worst nightmare. That’s going to cause so many trials and tribulation. The smells and scents, the new recipes, it’s just hell. They want to help so much, but they are shop owners. Not like they just take it all off the shelves. It’s truly going to be a test that you will fail, many times, but they will be there to pick up the pieces. They’ll be there for every crying session you have after you finish off so much that you feel inhuman. They’ll even use this as an excuse to try and invent new sweets that can be healthier. Children deserve to eat healthier too. Some kids are victims of obesity and need help. Diet culture makes them think they are bigger than they actually are. So to have healthier sweet alternatives helps everyone. Your struggles will be what help kids feel better. They’ll be more than happy to find alternatives to help. You won’t be treated as ‘different’ for needing to diet. You won’t feel like a burden because you need to eat different. Being a kid is being happy and whimsical. And by god they will help you make eating fun again! And help you through that toxic relationship with it!

Ron

He can be the one person that understands the relationship dynamic of food. Sure he has a high metabolism, and is constantly working out, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how eating can just make everything feel better. Food can feel good, but it can also feel so damn bad. He knows that feeling. He knows that pain. He knows that horrible dance. He gets it, and knows it’s not as easy as just ‘eating less’ as everyone says. It’s not that easy. He knows. He knows you are trying your damn best, and he’s going to remind you that you have made successful steps. That because you relapse doesn’t make you any less of a person. Everyone falls down. The fact you get up again is what matters. He gets it, and will help you. You two can do it. TOGETHER

Ginny

As the youngest she’s seen her siblings trial and tribulations. As the saying goes ‘the oldest does everything the youngest shouldn’t’ and learns not to do that. She also over all has more life experience than people give her credit for. She understands that you are struggling, and is more than happy to help. Have you train with her before her quidditch seasons, and just try and make things fun. Just like her siblings ya gotta make it fun. She’s got that high energy spirit that will help you stay active. Morning runs, yoga, dancing, she has an energetic lifestyle that will help you be more active. Even if you both stay home all day. Her energy is infectious, and it’ll help motivate you to move more. She’s got your back, and has so many health programs to let you use. She’s a professional quidditch player. Everyone needs a specific diet plan for their needs. Especially since everyone works a different part. A seeker needs a different diet compared to a beater. She’s gonna help you, and her quidditch team has your back all the same. You won’t face this alone

[apeekintothepantry]

Happy Pokémon Day! February 27th is the anniversary of the first two Pokémon games’ release in Japan, and it’s a minor holiday in my house, as a fun excuse to make Pokémon inspired food, watch some Pokémon shows or movies (we’re going to watch Netflix’s new Pokémon Concierge this year!), and get excited about upcoming games and releases. This year, we’re making a Pokémon Sword and Shield inspired burger-steak curry and I’m making a dessert from the Pokémon Cookbook by Victoria Rosenthal. It’s one of my favorite fandom cookbooks – all the recipes are vegetarian or vegan, to get around the awkward question of where does the meat in the Pokémon universe come from?

But that’s not all we’re making! Ever since Nicki and Isabel were released, I’ve been dying to do a post about them and Pokémon’s infamous “Jelly Filled Doughnuts”, better – and more accurately! – known as onigiri.

Pokémon was released in the United States in 1998 via two Gameboy games: Pokémon Red and Pokémon Blue. The games quickly caught on to be one of the biggest pop culture phenomenon of the late 90’s and early 00’s, and as a kid at the heart of this explosion, I can’t overstate how much of a big deal it was. One of the great things about Pokémon – and probably why it has such lasting, widespread appeal – is that there are so many ways to interact with the franchise, and the marketing doesn’t skew hugely towards one gender or the other. Cool, tough Pokémon like Charizard got pretty similar billing to cute, pink Pokémon like Jigglypuff, and there were so many options for potential favorites that it was easy for any kid to find some creature to attach themselves to.

One of my petty complaints with Nicki and Isabel’s collection and books is the almost complete lack of mention of Pokémon and other anime that was really popular among kids in 1999. I know AG probably didn’t want to shell out for licensing deals with Nintendo or The Pokémon Company, but their stories just don’t feel accurate without discussing their prized binder of Pokémon cards or begging their parents to take them to see the Pokémon movie in theaters. Maybe the authors were just a little too old to get caught up in Pokémania?

I’ve also always thought its close overlap with the Beanie Babies crazy helped get millennial children like me very into the “gotta catch ‘em all” aspect of the franchise. Is this why I’m such a crazy toy collector as an adult? Who knows.

The Pokémon anime was one of the main ways kids like me got hooked on the franchise, because not everyone was allowed to have a Gameboy of their own (me), and not everyone liked video games, but even if you didn’t like video games, the cartoon might appeal to you. Although it was far from the first Japanese cartoon to air on US television, Pokémon was one of if not the first truly mainstream favorites of the 1990’s. 4Kids, the company in charge of dubbing the show into English, decided that American kids wouldn’t understand or be open to certain aspects of the show that reflected its Japanese roots, and so made a lot of strange choices in rewriting the script. One of the most notorious was deciding Brock’s rice balls were actually jelly filled doughnuts:

Onigiri – also known as omusubi or nigirimeshi – are balls of rice with a variety of fillings inside. They’re often compared to sandwiches, as an easy, quick, cheap meal or snack that combines carbs and other ingredients. While the concept of taking a rice ball and stuffing it full of other tasty treats goes way back to ancient Japan, the triangle shape became popular in the 1980’s thanks to a new machine that automated the filling process. Further developments over the last 40 years have created unique ways to prepackage onigiri without making the nori wrapping sticky. The ones we made were an attempt at recreating the “Hawaiian” (spam and pineapple) rice balls from our favorite food hall back in DC. One of my favorite pandemic indulgences was getting take out from the food hall, which often included a sampler of some of my favorite onigiri, and I haven’t been able to find anything close to similar where we are now. One of the many reasons I’m excited to move!

Even as a kid, I wasn’t convinced the food in the anime was fried dough with fruit jelly inside, because they sure look like rice. I also think 4Kids didn’t anticipate that Pokémon’s widespread popularity would inspire many of its fans – including me – to become absolutely obsessed with Japanese food and culture. I would’ve been more excited if they’d just been straight with me and shown more Japanese food on the show, and then probably begged my parents to make it or take me to a restaurant that made it. While I can’t confidently cite numbers of how many other people were first exposed to Japanese culture and food through Pokémon and franchises like it, I do think it’s a bit of a missed opportunity to highlight how things like this exposed kids like Nicki and Isabel to parts of a culture outside their own!

[sincerely-sofie]

I think you mentioned a while ago that you were creating plans around the Loyal three, Ogerppn and Pecharunt. You have anything you want to share about them?

Some notes I’ve made on these jokers:

Pecharunt gave the elderly mortals who raised him a plateful of mochi he made by himself as a gift for a holiday celebrating parents in the area, using a recipe his adopted parents made for him countless times. However, his abilities draw out the greed in those who eat any food he prepares, and the mortals became selfish parodies of their former selves.

Pecharunt’s parents required him to collect gifts for them, and would make snide remarks implying that they loved him less when he failed to give them the things they requested. When they made a big deal out of wanting the masks in a distant village, Pecharunt left on a long journey alone in order to collect them and ensure his parents loved him for a few days after he gave them the gifts and before they asked for something else.

(The effects of Pecharunt's mochi wear off after a significant time spent without continually eating it, depending on how much was consumed in the past. Pecharunt's parents slowly shrugged off the greedy trance they were in. It felt like coming awake from a dream you could barely remember— they found their house stuffed full of expensive items and their son missing. When the memories of what occured during their trances returned to them, they panicked. They sold all of the gifts they had Pecharunt get them and used the money to hire people to search for their child and bring him home. They weren't successful.)

(They die from age and grief before Pecharunt comes home. The person who later moves into their house lets Pecharunt explore his childhood home when he finally returns to face his parents, scared of what they might say, to allow him some closure.)

On his journey, Pecharunt encountered the Loyal Three one by one (Okidogi first, followed by Munkidori, then Fenzandipiti) and transformed them in exchange for their help in securing gifts for his parents. Upon making the pact, the Loyal Three were wrapped in purple chains that bound them to Pecharunt's demands and cannot be removed until their pact is fulfilled.

(Pacts are a thing Legends are able to do, along with curses.)

Pecharunt sent the Loyal Three in to Ogerpon’s home to steal the four masks his parents wanted, but they were interrupted by Ogerpon’s own mortal parent returning and defending his home. The Loyal Three managed to steal three masks after the mortal was severely injured, and made a hasty escape without the final mask of the set secured.

Ogerpon came home to find her den in a state of disarray and couldn't find her father anywhere. Worried, she donned the Teal Mask and rushed down to the nearby village to ask if anyone knew what happened to him, and discovered Pecharunt and the Loyal Three bragging to the villagers about the scuffle they had with one of those freaks outside town along with their ill-gotten gains. Ogerpon flew into a flew into a rage after learning of her father’s death and killed the Loyal Three, wounded Pecharunt to such an extent that if she were mortal she'd be coming home with new powers, and returned to her den to mourn. Pecharunt had to hibernate to recover from the attack.

Ogerpon was eventually driven out of her home by the villagers, who had already feared her and her father but developed a hatred after the confrontation in their town square that killed the Loyal Three. She wanders the world while wearing the mask she carries to honor her father’s memory, as it belonged to him before his passing.

The Loyal Three were brought back as Legends by people's beliefs in their nobility and kindness.

Pecharunt's name is Momo.

Ogerpon’s name is Ponpon.

They eventually reconcile and bond over the grief of their late parents.

[channelsurfer02]

You know, my personal version of Juliana from Pokémon Scarlet’s character, Juliana Ysgarlad (truly I am a bastion of creativity lol), has a whole thing where she is the one member of the crater friends group that has social skills. Everyone else has either average or lower social skills, while Juliana just casually interacts and befriends everyone, even teachers. Just, max charisma build. This charisma also translates into her having a past as something of a schoolyard scam artist, as at her previous school, she would scam her classmates and even went as far as setting up a gambling ring in the school's basement. She actually got away with most of this and is a bit paranoid that Director Clavell knows (he doesn’t). She doesn’t do this stuff now, since her and her mom’s financial situation is way better now, though she still tends to make bets with her friends, will look for any way to make money out of habit, and is prone to trying to wring any cash she can out of a situation, will bullshit people for shits and giggles, and is, by her own admission, the absolute LAST person you want to give any form of political or administrative authority because she would become ludicrously corrupt.

She also, despite all appearances, is only a year younger than Nemona and is VERY sensitive about her height. Suffice it to say, she is NOT fond of how Arven calls her little buddy. She also really likes collecting hats. Like, REALLY likes collecting hats.

Also, she has common interests with each of her friends. Like Nemona she loves battling, though she gets more of a thrill out of the whole “outwitting the opponent” angle than Nemona’s battle mania. Appropriately, a lot of her battle strategies involve baiting her opponent, predicting their next move, and using psychological warfare. Predictably, she had trouble with Larry and Grusha given their respective personalities. She also initially agreed to be friends with Nemona because her parents were clearly loaded, what with them meeting outside of her family's massive house. However, Juliana quickly came to appreciate Nemona's energetic personality and was fairly receptive to her battle junkie tendencies. Juliana also may or may not have developed a slight, itsy-bitsy, positively minuscule crush on her rival over the course of the gym challenge, which she is making zero progress on since her approach to romance takes a page out of Kaguya Sama Love is War and all the subtle, flirtatious mind-games that entails, while Nemona also has a crush on her but is oblivious to both Juliana's advances and her own feelings.

Like Arven, she loves good food and enjoys cooking. The two often trade recipes and even go hiking together after all they get all the herba mystica. She also enjoys lording her and Arven's status as the most in-shape members of their friend group, as Nemona has canonically cruddy endurance and Penny is a former hikikomori, while Arven lives a pretty healthy lifestyle and hikes a lot and Juliana has had a long and storied history of "free-style competitive cardio" at her old school. Juliana refuses to elaborate on what she means by this when Arven asks her.

Like Penny she’s a massive anime and video game nerd, though she’s more prone to attending nerdy social events like conventions and hanging out at nerdy stores (she frequently drags Penny to go to such things). She also will never let Penny live down her not figuring out that "Clive" was Clavell (she also constantly called "Clive" Clavell during operation starfall and only called him Clive after the mission was done just to annoy him). She also was genuinely disturbed that Penny went as far as to hack the Pokemon League Point System, since for all of her con artistry and delinquency, Juliana never actually did anything that big or that illegal. She also has a Welsh accent, since she’s from Galar originally and Gloria already has a monopoly the whole “Scottish pokegirl” thing in the fandom.

This is her team, by the by:

Calicifer the Skeledirge, Eclair the Clodsire, Oswald the Azumarill, Foxglove the Breloom, Phosphora the Kilowattrel, and Quixote the Farigiraf.

As for her appearance, I imagine she has the hair color, skin tone, and hair style she's depicted as having in official art, though the haircut's a bit fuller and shaggier in terms of the front bang and the back fringe things. Also, unlike her usual art, this version of Juliana has blue eyes. In terms of her outfit, I imagine her wearing the summer uniform shirt and tie, the spring uniform pants without suspenders, the winter uniform jacket worn unzipped with the sleeved rolled up to the elbows, pattern C engineer boots, black finger-less gloves, and a Gatsby Cap with Wabash stripes.

[aphicelend]

Misaki Shirayama

26 y.o | 1.52 cm | Japanese | April 4th | Aries

(APH) Human | City Ver. | Colorful AU | BOX AU

Tags: #Art/HC tag | #Posts related to her

Wanted to do a profile for her here 💦 Misaki has been one of my fave oc's since 2012 and i'm having fun drawing her a lot again, and I love to put her in my other oc's stories 💃 so here's info of her hetalia AU(?

i wrote everything in spanish and im lazy to translate it properly so, google translator yay

| Personality

Introverted | Temperamental | Stubborn | Agressive | Kind | Caring

Misaki is a young woman with a fiery personality, she has little patience for stupidity. She is a hard worker, and likes to put effort into what she likes. She is also stubborn when it comes to opinions if it is not her way she will not do it, she tends to violence when someone bothers her. Her pride is something precious to her.

Despite this, when she gets upset she needs her time to calm down and then apologize. Even so, Misaki is a girl who cares about others, her way of showing her appreciation is through actions, especially cooking.

Socially inept, having lived surrounded by “nations” Misaki behaves awkwardly with other humans, for some reason she always feels distant and finds it difficult to understand them.

Having grown up with nations, Misaki did not develop “parental affection” or someone to consult her problems with, because she considered that Japan would not fully understand her.

He usually feels a constant feeling of loneliness, his heart is a hard shell that makes it difficult for him to let in emotions like love.

| BACKGROUND (Hetalia AU)

Strip about her background

In this AU, Misaki was raised by Japan who took care over her as she was abandonated. Her childhood was kinda chaotic, surrounded by nations of course she didn't grow like other kids, she felt distanced.

Japan tried his best to give her a normal life, of course he wasn't used to raise a kid. Misaki always wondered why did he took her? He felt lonely? She would never know.

She always had a sense of loneliness, a feeling of she doesn't belong where she is. Mother? Father? What's that, she only had "weird uncles"

Misaki was very problematic at school, her classmates teased her a lot and she answered back with violence.

Through her adolescence, she kinda developed a crush on Yao, and she was rejected, of course, the man only saw her as a little sister.

More about it here.

Time heals, she tried to moved on. On Uni, she meet a guy named Kazuo, they clicked and became a couple, Misaki thought that finally had someone who cared for her deeply, but no. The guy cheated on her. That was the point that made her close herself.

-> She lives alone in an old traditional house that Japan left for her, she works as botanic in a national park in Kyoto.

| Interests and facts

She LOVES gardering and plants. She has a traditional garden on her house and it's her first priority.

She's very good at cooking, Japan and China taught her very well.

Also Romano as shared with her some italian recipes so she could "learn something good"

Her way to show love is giving you food.

Her dream is to open her own restaurant.

One of her interests are kimonos, she likes to make her own

Favorite station is autumn, she loves when trees go orange.

Loves cats, and bunnies, loves cute things.

She likes minimalist clothing, plain clothes or stripped patterns

Her face may look annoyed but she's kind, and gets along better with girls.

She has been mistaken for a minor

Does she feel something for Alfred?? who knows.

She's just afraid to someone break into her heart and get too attatched.

| RELATIONSHIPS

I made this chart

| Music

Mostly vocaloid because i'm a weeb

Balsam / Misaki - About her loneliness

The Beast / Misaki - Her fear to open her heart

I'm glad you're evil too / Misaki - Her wish to find someone

Girl Pilot / MisAme - Their dynamic, Alfred trying to reach her but he can't

I can't stop the loneliness / Misaki - the song says it all lol, maybe her fear that its too late?

Hammer Song And The Tower Of Pain / Misaki - Pushing everyone away it's the best

MAD HEAD LOVE / MisAme - Their dynamic, they're idiots.

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If you got this far here's some old misaki drawings, old hetalia? ocs? she used to have friends and now she's DEPRESSED.

2012 | 2014

[wordtotherose]

Braiding her hair becomes a habit. 

Astarion judges his own handiwork harshly, never satisfied and it can take well over twice as much time as it would have done had she just done it herself as he takes it apart over and over, combing his fingers through the strands to begin again. He openly laments when she gets blood stuck in it after a battle because he cannot sit and watch her struggle to do it on her own now he has permission and a strange…want to do it. It's odd to want to do something for someone else just because he enjoys it for himself. Others have never brought him so much as an ounce of joy before. Doing things to them has, in his long experience, inspired the opposite in fact. Yet he desires nothing in return and he stumbles over the odd possessive streak he's developing over his chosen duty. He is the one to keep her hair out of her eyes, to keep her locks looking presentable out and about. It's all the stranger that she lets him, encourages him. 

Realistically, she encourages him to a point. When he'd stopped her mid-battle to inspect her singed fringe in Sorcerous Sundries he had been sure he'd be getting a long, loud lecture before they got home. 

And he did. Just when they got back to the Elfsong instead of on the way. Always full of surprises, she is.

Tonight he lounges near the fire, doing his best to ignore the prattling child next to him telling him about her next recipe she wants to try. The same three sentences have been read repeatedly now and he still cannot remember them enough to move past them. How in the hells they'd acquired a child in their camp he does not know. He hadn't been with Elizia when the two had met, having been left to help set up camp in the abandoned barn and stables that they had found overlooking Rivington. She'd come back, child and cat in tow, and she had made it very clear that they were all to behave around the kid who would be staying with them for a while. There had been something about a lost parent and Astarion hadn't put up more than a cursory argument against it, snarking about starting a traveling orphanage.

Continue Reading on AO3 or under the cut!

Elizia's roll of the eyes had been long-suffering for all that it was fond. It had made him smile more than anything all day. Fond of him of all people. A charmed life he'd been abducted into. 

The bathroom door clicks softly shut behind Elizia as she emerges from her late night bath. He lets the book close as he tips his head back, straining his neck a little to catch sight of her. She always comes out of a wash flushed from the heat, freckled skin awash with pink. The draping of her white dress exposes swathes of skin that he can practically feel under his hands just from looking; he's never known a body besides his own so well as hers. The gold coiling belt is fastened around her waist to cinch the fabric but she's left the armbands off. It won't be long before she changes into the spare shirt of his she stole quite literally off of his body after the House of Hope to go to sleep. 

The kid is still waffling on so he sends Elizia a pleading look when her search finds him in the room, always the first she seeks out. It's like she orients her world around him. Everything comes secondary or further to him. The centre of gravity for her. It's a lot of responsibility, he thinks, but he's working to be there for her to find like this. She hasn't asked him to, he doesn't really think she knows she does it, but he has scarce little to give her whilst it feels like she's giving him everything she can get those kleptomaniac hands on. She's given him his own self back. His body. His freedom. Well. He did a lot of the work himself, he's not selfless enough to give her all the credit. Not really selfless at all. And she seeks him out anyway. 

Her top braided buns are done already and her comb is being ran through the lower half of her hair as she pads barefoot over to the railing above Astarion. "Isn't it past your bedtime, Yenna?" 

The kid pouts but bids them goodnight without argument, her little bodyguard of a cat winding its way through her legs as she goes. He's almost impressed that she doesn't trip or kick it, clearly practiced. 

Elizia folds in half over the railing to press an upside down kiss hello to his lips, leaving him smiling. She tucks her combed hair over her shoulder and vaults over to join him on the sofa. He holds a hand out and the comb is dropped into his grasp before she slips with grace to the floor, crossing her legs neatly. He shuffles to the side so she's sitting inbetween his legs.

"Night braids?" He asks, already splitting her hair into even halves. 

"Day braids. Do you still have the clasps?"

He does, they're in his trouser pocket where she'd deposited them before going to bathe.

"Of course I do, darling."

He gets to work quietly, untangling the knots she missed and layering strand over strand over strand until he has two identical braids. The clasps are her only childhood possession and he is washed over by the trust she shows in letting him handle and look after them every time they do this. 

"Hungry?" She asks when he's done, spinning herself around to look up at him. 

He traces a finger over her brow, down to brush the soft skin under her eye, the ragged scar that crosses her left cheek and onto her nose. She doesn't smile but there's an ease and peace in her posture, in her eyes. 

"A little, not enough," he answers, following the curve of her jaw before pulling away.

"Wake me up if you want to before we start the day tomorrow," she offers. 

"As you wish."

"Can I kiss you?" She asks, blunt and without pressure for him to answer any particular way. 

"I'd like nothing more, my love."

She unwinds from the floor, climbing into his lap with ease and familiarity, knees bracketing his hips. He smooths his hands over her sides, fingers catching on the belt. He'd be willing to swear that this is at least in part what draws her to wearing the dress so often; the ease of movement it allows her as it falls open up to the belt making for an easier time clambering over him or, as before, over furniture. 

It's he who has to tip his head up like this to draw her in. His strong protector, looming over him. He likes it more than he should. 

[espresso-ships]

OC introduction

Sergio Bernardi

CW: Mention of dr*gs

Nicknames: Gio

Age: 31

Pronouns: He/him

Height: 193 cm/6’4

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Orientation: Questioning

Occupation: Chef, restaurant owner

Sergio is the older brother of Laura, four years older than her. When he was a kid, he and Laura moved from Italy to the US together with their father Benjamin. They lived with Benjamin's parents, so Sergio and Laura naturally got close to their grandparents. 

At a young age, Sergio had tendencies to get in trouble, a talent his sister also got later on. 

He’d often get into fights at school and it was difficult getting friends. 

Apart from trouble, Sergio had an interest in music and cooking food.

In high school, Sergio met Ignacio Varga and Domingo Molina. They were in the same class and they all bonded really well.

The trio often smoked together, skipped classes and went to town instead. At nights, they snuck out to parties. 

Around the time Nacho and Domingo met Tuco, Sergio too joined the illegal operation. He saw it as a “quick way” to earn money, and became a drug-dealer. He did so for about a year, until he realized the dangers he put himself and his family in. After a lot of struggle, he successfully left the business. He continued to hang out with Domingo and Nacho, but the friendship had changed after a lot of arguments. All of them had grown into different persons and things felt different. Sergios' friends kept working for Tuco, and eventually he cut contact with the both of them, not wanting anything to do with the Tuco nor the cartel anymore. 

He had also, without realizing so, developed feelings for Domingo. But he never acted on his feelings, and instead distanced himself from both Nacho and Domingo.

He developed his interest in cooking food and developed a talent. He started taking his passion seriously and started studying at university, where he learnt about the restaurant business. 

Later on in life, Sergio opened his own restaurant, named “BenGio” - a combination of his name and his dad - the man that taught him some of the recipes for food that is served at BenGio. It is located in Denver, where he moved in his early adult years. 

Sergio is very close to his sister Laura, and they’re very supportive of each other. 

He is a workaholic and social butterfly. Apart from cooking, he likes attending parties and meeting new people. He’s very confident and energetic - and very good at hiding his insecurities and the loneliness he tends to feel. 

He’s a hopeless romantic in search of finding “the right one”.

Sergio appearance

Picrew template by @elena-illustration

Young Laura and Sergio!

Used this Picrew for the image

Been having this idea in my head for quite a while! 😅

A bit different from what I usually post but hope you guys find it interesting! :3

I have too many OC's and UGH I need to talk about them more LOL-

Also...

What do we say about Sergio and Domingo? 👀

[lilabella12]

1321 - Day 2

It takes some time getting used to, but Ian and Daniel develop a good routine at their new home. Daniel managed to learn a few basic recipes for breakfast.

Daniel: "I have to go to the market today, I wanted to sell some of the produce from winter harvest and some flour I made... do you think you will be okay on your own or do you want to come as well?"

Ian: "I think I'll stay here. I wanted to explore a bit... do you remember where that tree was that you and Evie talked about?"

Daniel: "The one we used to climb on? Of course, it's right by the fields."

Ian: "I will stay, then."

Daniel: "Okay. If I make enough money today, maybe we could buy some chickens next."

Ian: "I would like that... I always took care of them at unlce Evan's."

Daniel leaves first thing in the morning and after Ian takes care of some chores in the fields, he is free to explore. He finds that tree his siblings used to climb all the time and even their old stone doll-house...

Daniel arrives early at the market, not many people are around but he manages to sell some of his stock. Not yet enough for a chicken coop and some animals, but he's getting there slowly but surely.

When midday breaks, he spots Annabeth in the crowd.

Daniel: "Annabeth! It's so good to see you, how have you been? I haven't seen you in ages... at least that's what it feels like."

Annabeth: "Yes, I'm sorry... I can't get out of the house as much as I used to. How have you been? Did your siblings move in now?"

Daniel: "Well, that's... let's sit down and I'll tell you about it. I'm almost done here anyway."

They sit down at a secluded spot behind the shops.

Daniel: "Hey, do you remember? We met here for the first time. When my father was selling his wares and me and my sister..."

Annabeth: "Yes, I remember. You and Eve were playing in the trees and I just moved here."

Daniel: "Yes, Evie... I have to tell you... she passed away. A few weeks ago."

Annabeth: "Oh no! Daniel, I'm so sorry to hear that. What happened to her?"

Daniel: "The phsyicians say it was tuberculosis. She had a very bad cough and she just... didn't wake up one morning. At least that's what my uncle told me. Ian found her that morning and came to get me as soon as possible but it was too late. We buried her next to my parents."

Annabeth: "That must have been so hard for Ian...."

Daniel: "He doesn't speak much about it but I think you're right. I know it's been hard on me. He lives with me now... he wanted to. I think he fears of losing me as well. The two of us are the only ones left."

Annabeth: "Then it's a good thing you took him in. He needs you now and perhaps you need him as well."

Daniel: "Do you want to come with me and meet him? I think he would be happy to have some company other than me. It gets quite lonely out there."

Annabeth: "Well... I don't think I can. There's a suitor I have to meet this afternoon, my father has been... pushing me."

She chuckles a bit.

Annabeth: "He thinks I'm getting too old to be living with my parents."

Daniel: "Oh.... I... that's.... you don't have to come."

His stomach does a funny flip. He felt that way the last time she sopke about it as well.

Annabeth: "You know... I don't think it's that important. Let's go. I can't wait to meet Ian.

Daniel is right - Ian is happy to meet Annabeth and the two spend the afternoon by the stables to talk a bit.

Before she leaves for home, Annabeth tries to reassure Daniel.

Annabeth: "You're doing a good job with Ian, really. He's happy here with you even if he can't show it that well right now. I think he still needs to mourn a bit before he can move on."

Daniel: "Thank you, Annabeth. I would love for you to visit again. I missed you these past few weeks."

Annabeth: "I will if I can. But.... I don't know if my father will approve."

Daniel: "I don't want to get you in trouble of course. Travel home safe, okay?"

When he watches her leave he thinks about marriage for the first time in his life. Should he introcuce himself as a possible suitor to her father? Is it a good idea to do this at his current stage... and his living conditions? Would she even want to?

Evan and his family also have to get used to living without Daniel and Ian now. The twins miss their cousins, but at least they still have each other.

But it won't be long until the family grows again... Valeria is expecting a child! Evan and the children are excited to meet the new family member... Valeria meanwhile hopes that she will carry this baby to term and everything will be fine. She does not want to repeat her last pregnancy.

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[vgbndangel]

Mild trauma trigger warnings with depression + probably more about me than you ever wanted to know.

I promise this might be the only super serious post I make. Maybe.

But I see a lot of stuff around and figured I wanted to write something on a more serious note, imagining that it might maybe slightly help even one person.

I'm not here to judge or shame anyone--quite the opposite really. Life is hard. We all cope in different ways. (And often develop traits or even kinks from our experiences--me included I have a lot of darker kinks even, and that's okay 💕)

I might not even post this tbh since some of it I've never told anyone but I'll keep things a bit vague.

*** Actual stuff 👇 ***

From a young age, I was cripplingly, embarrassingly shy.

Like can't talk on the phone, play with people on the playground, make friends shy.

I'm not really sure *why* but I just felt "different" and found it impossible to really connect with anyone.

This led to me being in my own head a lot and over analyzing everything.

As you might imagine I had no friends growing up. (Shocking I'm sure)

None. Zip. Zero. Nada.

My parents didn't understand me, my brother didn't understand me. I just felt completely alone.

Naturally, I read a lot.

Mostly fantasy books about other worlds, magic, adventures, friends, and romance.

Every novel I could find at the library. (I was also obsessed with Harry Potter fan fiction oops, don't @ me, no one irl knows this and that's how it's gonna stay)

I started to wonder a lot about "the meaning of life" and really didn't understand what the point was--everyone around me always seemed so much happier.

I desperately wanted to leave and go to any of these worlds that I read about. I thought if I died would I be reborn in a better, happier world. That's how I became suicidal at 14 - no external trauma, just a self-fulfilling prophecy of depression and loneliness.

I never tried to act on these thoughts or tell anyone. I would just spiral downwards whenever I was alone.

Now fast forwarding a few years, I went off to boarding school--for academic reasons not behavioral ones.

You'd think putting a lonely, depressed kid to live on his own would be a recipe for disaster. (Also my parents had no idea I was depressed since I never talked to anyone)

But actually it wasn't! The school had a lot of structure for forcing people to interact even for someone like me.

I made a few friends and started to see some happiness in life.

Around this time I started dating someone for the first time (all of my knowledge of relationships came from books and fanfictions mind you).

As you might expect, this person became my entire world.

There was a lot of drama of course--we were teenagers in boarding school what do you expect? We broke up, got back together, had a lot of sex in risky places, and made very many unreasonable promises.

We dated for two years before graduating.

We went to different universities far away and talked about making it work long distance.

A week after she moved away, she broke up with me by phone with no real warning.

I was devastated and was actively suicidal for the first time.

Three years went by - we talked on the phone every month or so (she would talk to me whenever she was lonely as a last resort and I would eat up the attention).

If you take anything away from my post (if anyone made it this far)--don't ever do this to yourself. Block them until you've gotten over the relationship!!! You deserve to be somebody's first choice.

I started to feel happy for the first time getting away from school during an internship. I didn't know anyone and I started learning how to be happy by myself and with myself. For the first time, I found myself living in the moment rather than imagining a better moment.

Second major takeaway I want to impress upon you dear reader--focus on baby steps to feel better rather than "visualizing yourself at the finish line". For basically my whole life, I had wanted to get better and not getting to this imagined "happy" led to constant downward spirals.

I have had a lot of ups and downs since then. But measuring my progress instead of focusing on how far away an imagined, moving finish line is has helped me immensely.

A lot of time, people treat happiness as a very concrete thing. You're either happy or you aren't. The things we read and experience create "checklists" of happiness for us. And mostly it just feels so far away -- there's always something "missing" or not perfect which sours everything.

I'm not perfect now--even today as a highly functioning adult I have (many) days where I want to just stay in bed. I have insecurities and oddities. And that's okay.

Life (and relationships) is about learning and growth. Trying to be a better person and finding small happinesses in small steps.

Finally, if you're struggling with depression or trauma try talking to someone you can trust--a therapist, partner, close friends, a help hotline, anyone. My biggest regret is silently struggling because it could have ended up with the worst ending.

You matter and have value 💕

[Sorry if this came off as kinda soap boxy. I know I'm writing from a position of immense privilege. I could also probably cut out some of the personal background, but I didn't want to. ily for reading this whole thing.]

[ghostboneswrites2]

would you write caryl with an oc perhaps a 20 year old girl they’d taken in since before henry died. maybe she struggles with her relationship with carol because of henry until smth happens to her too

Had trouble writing a full story for this one, but I didn’t wanna leave you hanging so I hope this suffices!

Warnings: TWD stuff, grief, mild angst

You spent most of your life on the run. You had a family when you were young, but the rotten world around you had slowly picked them off, one by one, until you were left on your own.

You were only about eleven when your brother, your last remaining family member, died from an infection of all things.

Spending six years alone was no easy feat. You had to learn to survive, sometimes filling your belly with leaves and worms just to get by.

Being on your own for so long, without peer interaction or any kind of friendly social contact, somewhat stunted your development. You didn’t have a lot of social skills, if any, and your mannerisms and behaviors hadn’t changed much since you were eleven.

Carol found you one day in the woods, asleep by a stream in the dead of winter. You were frostbitten and malnourished, and you had a horrible fever.

Despite the cards you had been dealt, you were still a smart person. You’d kept track of the seasons as they passed, and you remembered your birthday was in the summer sometime. So, when it became swelteringly hot outside, you’d count another year past.

Daryl was reasonably cautious upon your arrival. Carol had thrown you in her horse and walked you home with her the day she found you. It took her twice as long to return home since she had to walk.

Carol told him they could send you on your way if need be, but something about the sight of you freezing on the forest floor made it impossible for her to just turn away and leave you there. She reasoned it was her motherly instincts. A mother can never really lose those, she reminded him.

They were both shocked when you woke and you told them you were fifteen. Years of poor diet kept you small. You looked much younger.

Days passed with you under their roof, stealing their hearts as Carol cooked you warm meals and Daryl taught you how to help him clean a kill.

After some months, you had formed quite the bond with the two. Carol taught you some recipes, Daryl took you hunting.

You never really knew if they were together, but sometimes you’d catch a lingering gaze or a soft touch that felt too intentional to be nothing.

When Carol started to form a relationship with Henry, after his brother died, you also became friendly with the boy. The two of you would often fight with sticks as if they were swords and play hide and seek around the Kingdom when you visited.

Carol and Daryl resided with you in a home not far from the Kingdom, so you visited often. Plus, you had a tendency to pester them about going to visit Henry. Even if he was younger, you enjoyed him.

After the war with the Saviors, Henry chose to come live with Carol, which meant you and Daryl as well. He wanted to live somewhere he wasn’t constantly reminded of his brother, or his parents whom you never met.

As you and Henry grew, Carol seemed to take him in as a son, which you were happy for. Your relationship with Daryl had always been closer than it was with Carol, so it was almost perfect.

When Henry died, you all felt it. Carol withdrew, hell-bent in revenge, while Daryl felt a sense of responsibility and grief himself. You had lost your closest friend, someone like a brother. You were used to losing people, but it still hurt. You still suffered.

Somehow, Carol’s grief manifested into a coldness toward you. You accepted it, but it hurt you.

One night, you had an idea to honor Henry. You snuck out when Daryl and Carol had retired for the night. You followed the roads over to an old convenience store, where you and Henry had hoarded random things for years. Toys, books, weird knickknacks, cool rocks. If you found it, and liked it, it ended up there.

You loaded a bunch of Henry’s favorite finds into a bag to bring home. You wanted to make a sort of emo rial for him, like a shrine. You thought Carol might like to see some of the things Henry enjoyed in his lifetime.

On the way home, you got cornered by a small herd. You had to fall back into a random shop, where you barricaded yourself and survived for two days.

Daryl grew sick with worry the morning he discovered you gone. Carol did too, but she figured you had run away or something stupid. “Kids do stupid things, Daryl.”

Still, he couldn’t rest until he knew you were safe. He and Carol set out to find you.

On your second day, they found you, and surprisingly the first one to embrace you was Carol. You melted into her arms. You hadn’t felt a maternal comfort such as a warm hug in ages.

She scolded you about being stupid, but all you could do was smile at her worry. She did care for you.

You showed her all the stuff you’d taken for Henry’s memorial. She teared up at the sight, and the three of you built a shrine for Henry at home that night.

[subiysu-chan]

It must be a different kind of pain when your heart belongs to a person who doesn't know how to love. I'm talking about Jean Baptiste and Marie Josephe. You can't get through them, because they don't want to let you in. They're emotionally unavailable.

And I suppose having sex with them won't lessen the heaviness in your heart— you know that in their eyes, they don't see the act as intimately as you do.

They're repulsed at the idea of someone having romantic affection for them at all. If you express any admiration or adoration to these people, I'm certain they'll immediately jump into a manner that's both disgusted and defensive, 'Who are you to assume you truly know me?' kind of way. Oops, now they're immediately distancing themselves away from you. Way to go!

Okay, like daughter like father, they're both awful. Whatever, they still got some aspects to love about. The majority of the Sansons are capable of love, so why is Jean Baptiste and Marie Josephe like this? How do you get them to lower their guard and seep your way into their heart? What do you think they truly desire from someone in order to reciprocate the person's feelings?

I think Jean-Baptiste and Marie-Josèphe, while both emotionally unavailable, are so in very different ways.

Jean-Baptiste clearly loves his mother, at the exclusion of everybody else. However, to have only one object of affection for your entire life cannot be healthy. Also, there is no way this man ever could develop a sense of identity outside of being an executioner. Most modern torturers and professional killers have a "normal self persona, the default personality that developped in early childhood" and a "ruthless killer personality". With Jean-Baptiste, ruthless executioner and torturer is the default personality, with honestly very little outside of it.

He is able to love his children, but would only show this affection very conditionally as a reward for behaving how he wants, or when they are unconscious, when it's more of a genuine affection.

Now, that man, as a boy between 7 and 19, had rivals lining up for his position. Rivals that were fully grown men, mind you. He was in a semi-incestuous relationship with his mother, and at some point, with Madeleine Tronson, the daughter of his "father figure", a somewhat mentally incestuous union that resulted in a death, and two offspring, of which Charles-Henri is the second. To add insult to injury, his younger brother envied the semi-incestuous, and at the very least mentally abusive attention, Jean-Baptiste received from his mother. Anne-Marthe is plenty physically abusive herself, and they were at a time of "spare the rod, spoil the child", in which physical discipline was a mark that a parent cared for their child. And Nicolas-Gabriel was jaleous of that abusive attention. Her, let's say selective aftercare probably worsened the relations between the two brothers, but I think Gabriel dodged a bullet, here. Oh, and he did have a big sister who ran away with her lover when he was 13 years old. Add to that being forced to kill people, and you have a recipe for mental disaster.

Marie-Josèphe...She does express, narratively to herself, sadness when she believes Charles rejects her. At one point, she asks him if he finds her disgusting for being able to kill without a second thought. To a normal person, it doesn't probably mean much. But for someone who's been raised a pariah, caring what someone else thinks of you must be very intimate, implying a certain degree of trust. She is enraged and griefstricken when Alain is killed in front of her.

With Marie-Josèphe, her ability to love is hidden between layers of honestly betrayal. At the ripe age of two, she witnessed her brother being tortured. She then mimicked that behavior on her doll. I honestly don't want to think what it would do, mentally to a child that young, to see a sibbling being tortured. She was tortured herself by her own grandmother at age 5. Said brother, much later, completely changed his personality overnight, in a sense. When she was tortured, her own mother didn't lift a single finger to help her. Her father...Well, Jean-Baptiste is Jean-Baptiste, and he's not an affectionate parent. Alain left her, and was shortly killed after their reunion. Plus, she was raped at age 10...So, again, the fact she has any ability for affection after being betrayed so many times is surprising.

Honestly, both would need years of therapy, and I don't think their mental state is even salvageable at any point. Marie-Josèphe was actively wanting to kill people since age 4, and was honestly, never taught proper morals by anyone. She is a very underwritten character...So we can only speculate. I think her real chance of finding romantic love would be someone to tell her how absolutely f-cked up her family is. Now, in terms of personalities she is drawn to, they are extremely kind people who seek to make the world a better place, perhaps gravitating towards a goodness, a sense of justice she lacks in herself.

For Jean-Baptiste, he probably knows he's not normal, but probably on a purely cognitive level. The "respectable" individuals on his economic strata, that he knows personally, are absolute monsters, and I think even he knows they are bad people, and probably doesn't want to be associated with them. They also look down on him. Why would anyone want to compare themselves to sadistic creep who looks down on them ? He knows his mother wants to for some reason, but his mother is a woman who sees anyone of her own sex as a rival.

For mutual, healthy relationships, it's probably only friendships with other men. His probably exclusively heterosexual, in an emotionally incestuous relationship with his mother. For him, sexual attraction and familial love go together. Also, it's likely for him, showing he has basic humanity is more intimate than having sex. He really never had a place to express that, outside of religious self-harm. He probably fears, especially after his stroke, that showing humanity would probably cost him: the love of his mother, the authority he has over his wife and kids. His way of showing love is to "be strong" for someone. Like, when he acted like typical angry dad when Marie-Josèphe sadistically massacred Griffin in front on him. Anne-Marthe is the type of person who, I think deep down doesn't want neither children nor a husband, but brainwashed killing machines working for her benefit, just having sons and grandsons is the easiest way to get that. I think someone, who would genuinely show him that they would not think anyless of him because of his heart would drastically transform him. It won't happen over night, and it won't "fix" him, but it will allow a door to be open in his mind.