#at the youngest i would of been 12/13 during some of this

[viridianv0id]

please tell me more about the science class stuff

Oh i would LOVE to!! ill put this under a cut but some warnings first: Mentions of: eating gross things, illegal activities and animal death/ unpleasant pest control methods

So, this is not in order and is probably over the course of my science class and marine biology class because memory is a BITCH but the teacher was the same for both

of course, there was the gunpowder incident which i already talked about, that was really fun at the time

we also had set off a expired boat flare, which seems innocent at first as our teacher was just showing us how it worked - but setting off a flare when you aren't in an emergency is VERY illegal here in Australia and he was at genuine risk of getting in trouble if we were caught

the amount of times we did chemical experiments with lighting highly flammable metals ( i dont remember the name rn) without any safety equipment (yes i looked at the light and burned my eyes)

also doing that one experiment with a metal that explodes in water at a larger size that was ever actually allowed

we ate things like sheep brain, crocodile tail, fish eggs fresh from a dissected fish we did that class

EDIT: i should mention I DID NOT EAT THE SHEEP BRAIN OR FISH EGGS i did eat the croc though and it was nice! tasted like chicken with a nice texture

we cared for over a hundred rainbow trout, thats nothing crazy it was just cool and i loved feeding them

our school had its own mini farm that held actual animals, sheep, llamas we even had cows at some point

sorta fun story about the cows but its not fun at all actually and upset quite a few kids we had the class a couple times a week and one day when we came to class the cows were just suddenly gone, not too unusual sometimes they just weren't at the school, but on this day our teacher decided to have a bbq and what did he bring to this bbq? beef. fucking. sausages.

we all thought it was the cows, looking back now it wasnt the cows, it was too soon after they were gone for it to be that but it still upset us kids

there was this one time i broke a cinder block! literally split it in two we had a small rat infestation in the fish shed and to take care of it our teacher threw the rats out to us for us to kill (we had to, couldn't release them or keep them) so a few of us took some turns throwing the cinder block and when it got to me and i threw it down the damn concrete thing just snapped in two. yeah.

thats all i can remember right now at least, science/marine bio class was a fun time and the teacher was honestly great and if it wasn't for the fact i was poor i would of had my boating license at the age of 16

[amarylliasky]

Number 6 is kind of a random post!

Random things that I frequently forget exist and are canon in Tcf/lcf

1. Choi Han canonically has three ancient powers.

2. The exact words Eruhaben used to describe Cale’s face are “a bit fancy.” What’s even better is, from that phrase alone, Alberu is immediately able to deduce that it is Cale he is talking about.

3. Rasheel beat the crap out of Dorph and the lion was never heard from again(not in any significance or that I remember anyway. It’s been a hot minute since I read the end of part 1).

4. Ron and Beacrox never had their housewarming party. Cale and Raon even said they would bring gifts.

5. Alberu has other half siblings aside from Robbit and the third prince(who still doesn’t have a name).

6. Lee Chul Min of Earth 1 became a guild leader.

7. Hubesha exists. Add onto that, Priest Gersey exists(I know, I know, they are major antagonists in the later parts of part 1, but it’s been a while ok?)

8. Cale left a priest robe for Clopeh to find, along with a note. Clopeh probably still has it. I’d wager that’s one of the first items on display in the future museum he establishes.

9. (Mentions part 2!!!!!!———>) So far the only person to hide in the ceiling without being uncovered(not undiscovered tho) was that random tail Imperial Prince Adin put on Cale when the Roan envoy arrived at the Empire. This includes xxxx xxxx xxx and Cale himself.

10. Hannah could technically be the youngest swordmaster. Choi Han is over 100 years old and Bud is in his mid thirties. (Of course, that also depends on how skilled Clopeh was at her age too).

11. Cale smacks Beacrox on the head. He then proceeds to dump water on him. He then pats Beacrox’s head with a ‘disgustingly gentle expression.’ Lol.

12. Cale plots his own demise at one point(I could never forget this gem, but every once in a while I just get so surprised that it’s canon and not some sort of crack fic. Not to mention Alberu feeling like he lost to WS because Cale said his cookies were better).

13. Alberu brews tea as a hobby.

14. During the test where Cale is invisible, when they meet Eruhaben but he’s been tricked by the WS/SG, Eruhaben and Raon are about to fight. Meanwhile Cale is, of all places, curled up in a ball between them. Like, why would you just sit there?! Ik he can’t be seen or touched, but still! Also Eruhaben called him a rat. :(

15. On and Cale go on a father-daughter undercover mission disguised as academy students. (I would actually really like to read a fic where they go undercover at an academy in their world, not a crossover or au.

16. Taerang came from Earth 3, right? So hypothetically, since there is a Kim Rok Soo on Earth 1 and 2, does that mean there’s also one on Earth 3? Just something I like to think about. Also, it’s supposedly a mashup of Earth and Cale’s current world, right? So hypothetically speaking, does that mean that both Kim Rok Soo and all of the characters from The Birth of a Hero could possibly exist in one world? I just think that’s cool. I’d like to see that.

17. Cale was gifted an evil sword/dagger from the former Emperor of Mogoru. According to Raon, it has an ‘evil aura.’ Though he does give it back, and I genuinely can’t remember it being of any significance since then.

18. They roleplay going on a walk/ having a picnic in front of the secret entrance to the basement of the Alchemist Bell Tower.

19. Canonically, members of the Penguin tribe apparently waddle around in black outfits and make the best butlers, as stated by Whitiria. Because if that doesn’t scream fantasy cliche I don’t know what does.

20. Cale has two different fears at the beginning and during the war with WS. One is to be the last one alive at the end of the battles, similar to his life as Kim Rok Soo; the other is for his life as Cale Henituse to be just a dream. Both are extremely sad and so like him. It’s not really something I forgot, but it’s also something I think the fandom just doesn’t talk about enough. Like, we all know(and love) to talk about the test on Wind Island, but what about the illusion Elisneh traps him in? To imagine himself waking up as Kim Rok Soo the day after; like all that he experienced, his entire family he built, was all just a dream? That’s heart wrenching. That for me is genuinely one of the most impactful moments in the novel.

Now spoilers for part 2 for those who don’t know what I was talking about on number 9.

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Cale and Choi Han were discovered in the ceiling by the WS when they sneak into the Dubori territory Capital. Funnily enough though, the only reason Choi Jung Soo was discovered was because he was so shocked by Cale coughing up blood that he was discovered by the Carnage Demon and then they fell through the ceiling.

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Edit: I edited some of these cuz they’re not actually accurate. In case anyone’s wondering.

[sliipppy]

Because I am insane and sleep deprived, here is my attempt to make sense of the batfamily ages and what I believe they are currently at, with full explanations. Fair warning, although I have done like, legit research and have reasonings, some of these still fit into headcanons.

Bruce - 45

Dick - 28

Babs - 30

Jason - 23

Tim - 21

Steph - 22

Cass - 23

Damian - 14

Duke - 17

Bruce is the oldest, obviously. However, when he first adopts Dick he is still young himself. Hence why along with their father-son relationship, they sorta have a brotherly relationship. (Specfically in classic comics, Bruce would often refer to him as a brother. ) I like how it complicates their relationship and how it shows he wasn't really ready to nessicarily handle a child. I like to hc that he got adopted at 8, which would make Bruce 25 when he adopted him.

It was difficult to settle on this age because the age in which Dick became Robin has been changed so many times. Originally, he was 7. New Teen Titans says he was 8. Other comics say he was 10, 12, and even 15. I feel like most people say 8, and for the sake of my own agenda, I'm saying 8, and you can not stop me.

I think 28 is a good age for Dick. Babs similarly should be around his age as they grew up together (at least in newer canon since she used to be quite a bit older.), but she's always been portrayed as older even when around her age, and to kinda account for the weirdness surrounding her age I put her as 30. She becomes Batgirl at 18, and likely becomes Oracle when she's in her 20s, probably around 23.

Batman tells Cass multiple times in Batgirl 2000 that she and Jason were the same age, so that makes it easier to rule the two together. Addiontally, Cass, Steph, and Tim are all around the same age range, Cass being the oldest, so that makes things easier too. Cass starts operating as Batgirl at 18 which would make Tim around 16 when she takes the cowl. This works since Tim became Robin at around 13 and he had been Robin for a good amount of time before Cass became Batgirl. I think it's a litttle longer than I'd like. But whatever. I was considering ignoring canon and saying he becomes Robin at 14, because I think 2 years as Robin before Cass rather than 3 is more fitting but whatever. It does fit since Tim was introduced way earlier than Cass, however real time doesn't really affect these ages. Anyways, big sister Cass supremacy I think people forget she's one of the oldest. I think she might have been de-aged to be around Tim's age but FUCK that she was originally Jason's age and this is my headcanon and I like to thing N52 didn't fuck everything up in my happy Tumblr space.

We know Steph is 1 year older than Tim because she's a freshman in college during Batgirl 2009, and he's a high-school dropout in Red Robin 2009 as he searches for Bruce. Stephanie becomes Spoiler at 15, and Robin at 16. She comes back when she's around 17-18. This lands our 2000s trio with ages at 23(Cass), 22(Steph), and 21(Tim).

Jason is a mess. At least I thought he would be, but it actually turned out kinda perfect. We know Jason and Cass are the same age, so he's at 23 with her. He becomes Robin at 12, and dies at 15. He comes back as Red Hood at 18 and was dead for around 3 years. Jason Todd is 18 when he comes back to life because right before War Games, Bruce takes Cass to Jason's grave, on his 18th birthday!!! and of course the event that acts as a sort of aftermath to War Games is Under the Red Hood so Jason is 18 when he first becomes Red Hood. Cass is still a fairly new character when UTRH happens, so i think her being 18-19 when he comes back fits well. Tim being around 16 kinda fits nice too as hes around the same age as Jason when he died. I think Steph being so close in age also helps since so many parallels are drawn between the two.

Detective Comics #790

Duke is still a teenager, and he is regarded to be one of the youngest bats, but still quite a bit older than Damian. In We are Robin, Duke is 16, as shown in the who are the robins bonus art. He is still a newer character and hasn't been Signal for long. I assume that by the time Batman and the Signal rolls around, he's 17 and is still currently 17.

We are Robin #4

I'm pretty sure Damian was 14 in Robin (2021) but I could be wrong it's been a while since I've read it and I never finished it so idk if he ever aged since then. He became Robin at 10, so in those 4 years, he's obviously grown and matured a lot, but I mean, who doesn't those are formative years. I was gonna bump him up to 15. However, this doesn't work. He is supposed to be 10 while Tim is 17. (Babs says he's ten during Batgirl 2009, and we established Tim is 17 during this.) To keep it consistent with the others, I'm keeping Damian at 14.

Batgirl 2009 #17

Feel free to correct anything I said here if it's incorrect. I am not perfect nor all-knowing. Also I'm horrible with math and numbers so I probably fucked something up here so feel free to make fun of me for that. Or you can make fun of the issues I have below.

Issues :

Dick can't be Robin at 8 if I stick with these ages because that would mean at the time Tim is 1 which means he wouldn't even be able to remember the show which means he would never be Robin.

I would've liked Bruce to be a little younger when first taking Dick in, but also I think Bruce is at his best when he's a middle aged man and I didn't want him to be below 45 because I wanted him to be on his late 40's.

It's hard to characterized Duke after We Are Robin because he's supposed to he a teenager, however he was 16 in We Are Robin and it feels like he should have been Signal for a bit longer than that. This isn't as big of a deal, because I still think it's believable for him to have only been signal for about a year, and it's mainly just DC inconsistency, but it still bugs me.

Damian's entire age is sorta messy and there's definitely issues with it lol.

I think Cass' age is around the same as Tim's post 52 to fit with him since their the same generation. But i chose to ignore that, and you can't stop me I choose what canon I want.

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Anyways, if you've read all of this, I fear you might be a little crazy. However, thank you!!!!!! Feel free to like leave your own opinion/headcanons. I LOVE hearing them. Thank you! Bye!

[theboywithburninghands]

We’re getting close to the end… I think there should only be a few chapters after this one. This one focuses on my personal favorite of Jax’s brothers, Osvaldo. And also has Pomni being a boss-ass… uhhh… impolite word. Enjoy! @fernstarsblog

T/W: Addiction, mentions of physical abuse, emotional abuse, implied vomit, era-appropriate sexism

Primum Peccatum Ch. 13: Won’t Let You Fly, But Might Let You Sing

Thus began the long and arduous process of helping Jax curb his addiction.

Altonicus and Kali stayed overnight at The Gray Church, leaving The Rooker Estate only after Jax got to sleep early that evening and Altonicus had the chance to telegram both the hospital and his father about Jax’s flu. Getting him to bed was a process in itself, since he needed a cocktail of medicines, fever reducers, aspirin, loperamide and melatonin, as well as an intravenous drip to keep him hydrated. There were no stands for the IV bottle, so Altonicus fastened it to a spare coat rack.

Pomni stayed to watch over him until roughly nine in the evening. She returned home, informing her parents that Jax had an awful case of the flu and informing Zooble that he was suffering from withdrawals. She went to bed utterly exhausted, hardly removing her shoes before sinking onto her pillow and laying undisturbed for almost 12 hours. She’d have slept longer had her father not beat on her door in the morning.

“Pomni. Downstairs, posthaste. We have visitors.” he said.

Pomni moaned, dragging herself out of bed. She opened her wardrobe and surveyed her reflection. Her countenance was weary despite sleeping for half a day, and her hair was an oily black crow’s nest. She hadn’t bathed in two days… And yet her parents wanted her downstairs “at once.” Presumably to either meet with another member of the wedding staff, or be shouted at. She looked down at her makeup kit, then up at her reflection. Her mother would see her quirted should she appear before a guest looking so haggard. …If she was already going to be reprimanded, she best not stoke the fire any further.

She applied some makeup and changed into new clothes, one of her preferred black dresses. She brushed her teeth and hair until she was presentable enough, then journeyed downstairs into the sitting room.

“Pomni, there you are. Please be seated.” Vladimir said.

Her parents were seated on one couch in the family sitting room, and on the opposite couch sat Osvaldo and Boone. Drexl sat in the armchair, typically reserved for her father and her father alone, his massive form hardly managing to squeeze into the sofa. He took a pull on his pipe, opening a single eye to look at Pomni, only to close it again. Osvaldo glanced down at the floor, his face ashamed, while Boone waved to her with a smirk. A chair from the dining room had been set up for her.

“Ms. Shutnyk,” Drexl said, breathing out a stream of tobacco smoke. “A pleasure to see you again. I have so much more I would have liked to say during our evening together. I did send a letter yesterday, but it appeared to never arrive.”

Pomni glanced at Zooble. They winked.

“I was excused by your eldest son, as you were indisposed. How is your paw healing, may I ask?” Pomni asked venomously.

“Pomni, sit and be silent at once.” Vladimir ordered.

Pomni looked at her father, putting her hands behind her back.

“Father, if you don’t mind, I would like to go check on my fiancé? I assume that is the reason why Mr. Krolik and his sons are here?”

“You are partially correct, Ms. Shutnyk, I am indeed here to visit my youngest son.” Drexl said, rising to his feet and approaching Pomni. “But, since we were in the vicinity, I thought it best to finish my proposition from our evening together.”

Pomni thought back. He had been in the midst of some sort of arrangement before Boone interrupted.

“Sit down and listen to your father-in-law, Pomni.” Vladimir ordered again.

“I’d rather stand, thank you. I will be sitting most of today, after all. But yes, please go ahead, Mr. Krolik.”

Drexl smiled, although it was more akin to a smirk. It was difficult to imagine a man with as steely a countenance as him smiling…

“Please look me in the eye, Miss Shutnyk.” he said.

“For what purpose?” Pomni asked.

“Pomni,” Mirella gasped.

Drexl raised his hand.

“Your daughter is perfectly alright, Mr. and Mrs. Shutnyk. Because, I wish to offer you a position at my company, and I would rather we do that whilst seeing eye to eye.”

Pomni’s eyes flicked to Drexl’s. Her skin began itching, but she remained focused on the enormous rabbit.

“Father-?” Boone began, only to be silenced by a single, harsh “shhht!” from Drexl.

“A position at your company? A woman such as myself?” Pomni replied, scratching her left arm with her right hand. “My father tells me such a thing could be deleterious to your reputation.”

“In New Hirnantia, perhaps. In Ediacara, more than likely not. As you know, I am the chief executive officer of Krolik International, which has branches across six countries. If I were to put you in a clerical position elsewhere in the world, where social regulations aren’t nearly as strict as they are here, you could make a career out of it.”

Pomni at last tore her eyes from Drexl, scratching at a hot, prickly itch that had formed on her shoulder blade. An honest to goodness occupation… It was a tempting thought. But should she accept, it would mean working under Drexl Krolik. And she would rather…

Hm. Best keep that thought to herself for now.

“I… will carefully consider your offer, Mr. Krolik.” Pomni said, managing to look him in the eye again.

Vladimir sprung to his feet.

“Pomni, may I speak to you for a moment?” he said. The veneer of politeness in his voice did little to mask his affect, his face had gone red and a vein could be seen pulsing on his temple.

“Father, if you aim to scold me for my decision, know that I haven’t truly made one yet.” Pomni said. By now, she should have been shouting at her father. “This is a matter of utmost importance, I believe a modicum of hesitation is appropriate, don’t you?”

Mirella rose next. “Why do you deliberately make our lives difficult, Pomni…? You said you didn’t wish to be married because you wanted to focus on a career, but now that one is offered to you on a silver platter, you decline? And from your soon to be father-in-law, no less?!”

“It does seem rather disloyal…” Boone chimed in.

“‘Deliberately?’ Now that is hardly fair.” Pomni replied evenly. “Honestly, even as my mother, you expect me to adapt to all changes instantaneously. Do I much remind you of a goldfish?”

“That’s enough,” Vladimir barked. “Since you are too stubborn to see the opportunity in front of you, Pomni, I’ll accept on your behalf. Forgive my daughter’s indolence, Mr. Krolik. She would be more than happy to-”

“Papa,” Pomni interrupted. “If my memory serves, and it does, such an agreement is unlawful.”

“Pomni Annabelle Shutnyk” he began dangerously. “Do you aim to lecture me on law, in my household, in front of a former business partner?”

Boone snorted, only for Osvaldo to check him firmly in the side with an elbow.

“Lecture? Certainly not, father.” Pomni rebutted. “But if you aim to make a decision for me in regards to my future, then I must intervene as I see fit. It is, after all, my future.

“Now, you would normally be able to make such a decision for your daughter, yes. If Mr. Krolik was a family member, and he is not. At least not yet. He will become my father-in-law after the wedding ceremony, but until then, you cannot sign me into any sort of financial dealing without my consent, as I am over the age of eighteen. I do not give my consent.

“That said, I am not refusing the offer. I merely require some time to consider it. That’s hardly a refusal, is it, father? Indeed, with all of the goings-on, I’ve hardly had any time to consider my future. Ah, while we’re on the subject of the future, I think it would be appropriate to check in on my fiancé. That is your primary reason for visiting, is it not, Mr. Krolik?”

Pomni turned to look at the large blue rabbit, who had scarcely moved from the spot she had left him standing on. He chewed the end of his pipe.

“…Yes.” he answered.

“Lovely,” Pomni said. “Then I will see you lot over at The Rooker Estate. I would recommend a protective mask if you’re concerned about contagion. ”

Pomni picked up the chair she was meant to sit on and placed it back in the dining room. She smoothed out her dress and turned back to the foyer, intent on fetching some stockings from upstairs, only to be confronted by Mirella.

“Pardon me, mother. I really must be getting over to Mr. Kinger’s. Would you like to co-”

“What have I done wrong Pomni?”

Pomni blinked and looked at her mother. “I beg your pardon?”

“Pomni, darling… We’ve tried everything, your father and I. We selected a suitor that was to your tastes, I selected a dress that was to your tastes, we have an estate being built for you here on the island, which you haven’t taken a single gander at, I might add, and yet… You attend a dinner with your future in-laws and refuse to tell us? You still see it fit to humiliate your father?! I… I’m at a loss, Pomni. What have I done wrong?”

Pomni took a deep breath. So, it was going to be like this, was it? Very well, then.

“Mother, you ask that question… ‘What have I done wrong?’ I’ve asked myself that question nigh on every day since I was about twelve years old.

“What have I done wrong? Why do you so seldom refer to me as beautiful or even pretty unless I wear the clothing you selected for me? Why do you insist I tell you every detail of a short conversation I had with a male store clerk, and yet you tell me to hush when I speak of a book I’m enjoying? Why am I not enough on my own, mother? Why do I have to be… you, for you to be happy with me?”

Mirella burst into tears. Pomni sighed, stepping around her mother.

“It’s never my aim to humiliate you or papa. But if you continue to try and dictate how my life will go, then I will continue to resist. I will be at The Rooker Estate. Farewell for now, mother.”

Pomni hurried up the stairs, padding quickly on the wood as she went to her room to slide on her stockings. Upon doing so, she returned to the front door, fitting her small feet into her pumps. Her mother stood exactly where she had left her, no longer crying, staring off somewhere. She heard her father discussing some form of legal jargon with Drexl, undoubtedly still trying to get Pomni that job without her consent. No doubt, he would spring into action as soon as she and Jax were married.

But, there was time to think before then.

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Pomni arrived at Jax’s room to find Altonicus and Kali already inside. The window had been opened to let in some fresh air, as the room was filled with the pungent effluvium of vomit once again. Luckily, Altonicus had come prepared this time. He found a bottle of peppermint oil in the guest bathroom, and added a few drops to some cloth face masks he kept in his bag. Alton and Kali both had one over their nose and mouth, and Pomni accepted one. While the spicy, cold aroma of mint was a touch overpowering, it certainly trounced the odor of someone having been sick.

“Good morning, dear,” Jax managed to croak as Pomni pulled on her mask. His wet yellow eyes drifted to Pomni’s black dress. “My, you look ready for a wake.”

“Don’t be so melodramatic, Mr. Krolik. You won’t perish.” Pomni replied before turning to Altonicus. “Has he improved?”

“Yes and no,” Alton replied. “He said he was sick early this morning and he has much the same symptoms as yesterday: fever, cold sweats, headaches… But, this is to be expected in between doses. He has already had his morning dose already, by the way, so don’t let him tell you otherwise.”

“Do you really believe I would attempt to trick my fiancée into bringing me some extra poppy? Alton, for shame.” Jax managed his Cheshire grin.

“I have seen inebriates do many things for their next dosage, most of which do not bear repeating in polite society… How are you today, Miss Pomni?” Alton asked, smiling behind his mask.

“I’m… rather well, actually. Your father is visiting, I assume he’ll be over to-”

Jax rose from bed like a shot. “Father is here?! Has he found out?! Please don’t let him in, please-”

Kali was at his side immediately, petting his ears. “Peace, brother, everything is alright…”

“A common symptom of withdrawal is severe anxiety.” Altonicus explained.

“Was that brought on by ‘severe anxiety,’ or does the mention of your father always spur a reaction such as that?” Pomni asked.

Alton smiled under his mask once again. “Some from one camp, some from another. Today, I’ll be gathering up all the supplies he’ll need.

As much as I would enjoy being my youngest brother’s private physician, I like to think the hospital would miss me. That’s why today, I will get everything sorted so you, Mr. Rooker and Kali can assist Jax in my stead.”

There came a knock at the door, and then the sound of it opening. Jax cringed and backed himself up against the wall.

“Father is going to find out…” he whispered. Kali pet his ears again.

“I assure you he won’t. Lay down, now, Jax, your body needs rest.” Alton chided.

He took out a few more cloth masks and sprinkled peppermint oil on them before heading downstairs. Pomni followed after him, only going as far as the railing of the second floor landing, peering over the banister.

Drexl, Boone and Osvaldo stood in the foyer of The Rooker Estate. Drexl watched his eldest son approach him from the stairs with his luminous eyes, hands tucked behind his back. Osvaldo coughed and pinched his nose to stifle a sneeze, Pomni feeling a pang of guilt for not warning Osvaldo about the state of the house. Boone picked up a nearby book from one of the endless reams of paper, making a noise of disgust when he touched dust nearly half an inch thick and dropped the book with a poof.

“What a hovel this place is… Jax will be recovering here..?” Boone wondered aloud, wiping his glove on the back of Osvaldo’s waistcoat, to the latter’s chagrin.

“The room he resides in is actually quite clean,” Alton said, glaring at his younger brother. “And you’re lucky the master of the house is out gathering some necessities for your sibling, Boone. Otherwise he might have heard that little remark.”

“Well, I certainly hope one of the necessities is a feather duster.” Boone replied, sneering at the gritty streaks that were left on his glove.

Osvaldo sneezed. Altonicus approached him and handed him a mask.

“Na zdrowie. There you are, Aldo, put that on before you breathe in too much.”

Osvaldo gratefully accepted the mask and pulled it on, sniffing rather wetly. He blinked in surprise.

“Peppermint..?” he said.

“Yes, in addition to preventing contagion, these are here to keep you from becoming ill from the odor. Jax has been sick several times. Here you are, father, Boone.”

Boone pulled on his mask, accidentally putting it on upside-down before readjusting it. Drexl’s mask barely fit his muzzle, but everyone present thought it wise not to draw too much attention to that fact.

“Follow after me, please.” Alton said, motioning his family forward. The four rabbitfolk walked upstairs, Boone idly picking up a bit of paper from one of the errant stacks and squinting at it.

“‘Anatomy of the crescent locust.’ Hmph. What an ugly thing it is.” Boone placed the paper on a different stack at the top of the steps.

“Mr. Rooker would appreciate it if you put that in the right place, Boone.” Pomni said.

The four of them looked to see Pomni standing in front of the guest wing corridor, her arms crossed.

“Hello again, Ms. Shutnyk,” Drexl said. “You did indeed arrive here quickly. How is my son?”

“Off-color, to say the least. He may not wish to converse for very long.” Pomni replied.

“No matter, we don’t wish to stay in here very long,” Boone said, grinning behind his mask.

“Your wit is excruciating,” Pomni said. “You may enter, but please don’t raise your voice as Jax has an awful headache.”

Pomni took a moment to look at Osvaldo. He rubbed his eyes, clearly irritated from the dust.

“Osvaldo,” she said. “There are some allergy tablets in the medicine cabinet, would you like some?”

“Y-Yes… please,” Osvaldo replied.

“Come along with me, I believe there’s a glass for you to put tap water in.”

She motioned the gray rabbit to the guest bathroom. Drexl shot them both a look before wordlessly entering the bedroom. Boone peered in after his father and followed him.

“Drexl, how kind of you to come all this way to see your son!” Pomni heard Kali say. She had an impeccably friendly voice despite everyone’s apprehension of Drexl visiting.

Osvaldo coughed quietly as Pomni led him to the lavatory. She opened the door and entered, the gray rabbit standing outside the bathroom, staring sheepishly at his feet.

“Osvaldo, you’re welcome in. There will be no sordid deeds in here.” Pomni said. She couldn’t help but smile faintly, given that she knew Osvaldo was uninterested in any “sordid deeds” regardless.

“Erm… no thank you, it’s extremely impolite to enter a lavatory with a lady, regardless of intention…” he said, a faint tint of rose on his gray-furred cheeks.

“Osvaldo, I wish to discuss our wedding with you. Without your father overhearing. Quickly, now!”

She motioned him inside a touch more feverishly, Osvaldo hesitating before stepping inside, closing the door.

“What do you wish to discuss about your wedding, Ms. Shutnyk…?” he asked.

“Is it true you wished to perform a song for us?” Pomni asked.

Osvaldo’s eyes widened, followed by him looking away and his ears drooping.

“My father disallowed such a thing, remember..?” He muttered.

“I didn’t ask what your father wants. I couldn’t care any less what he wants, truth be told. I asked what you wanted.” Pomni said.

Osvaldo swallowed rather heavily. “I… What is the point of pondering such a thing if it shan’t happen..?” he asked.

“You continue to elude my question, Osvaldo. Do you wish to perform at my wedding?”

Osvaldo coughed quietly, rubbing his eyes. He blinked rapidly, staring at the tile floor.

“Oh, Ms. Shutnyk, of course I do. You have no idea how excited I was to perform! I-I-I had the song written and everything, but Boone just had to blab-”

“Just a moment, did you say you wrote a song for our wedding? You wrote a song? By yourself?” Pomni interrupted.

“I… Well, I… yes. I-I had the sheet music all written out, I was practicing in the conservatory…” Osvaldo trailed off.

“Well then, that settles it. You’re going to perform that song at our wedding.” Pomni said.

“But I’m forbidden, my-my father, he’ll…” Osvaldo began.

“I know what your father is capable of. The night of the dinner, when I was leaving, I saw what he did to you in his office from the front garden. And it sickened me,” Pomni said. “No father should ever lay his hands on his child like that, grown or otherwise. So, here is my proposition.”

She beckoned him forward and whispered into one of his long ears. Osvaldo gasped and put a paw to his mask.

“What? Surely not! You… You hardly know me, why would you do something like that for a stranger?”

“Because…” Pomni thought for a moment. I understand what you’re going through. What it means to have a dream you can’t pursue because your parents don’t approve. I want to help you reach it, your father and his compassionless machismo be damned.”

Osvaldo kept his paw to his mask… he fanned his face and took a few shallow breaths. “I’ve never… n-no one has ever been so…”

“Osvaldo please don’t cry, it would make me dreadfully uncomfortable.” Pomni said quickly.

“I-I-I apologize. I just… I… I’m so touched…” Osvaldo tittered.

“Well, it’s not put into action yet. Don’t celebrate prematurely… But here.”

She opened the bathroom cabinet, reaching on her tiptoes and grabbed a glass bottle of tablets.

“These will at least help with your allergies. We should rejoin the others before they grow suspicious. I know you have… proclivities elsewhere, but the last thing we desire right now is your nincompoop younger brother thinking we’re having some kind of tryst.”

Pomni shook two pills into her palm and handed them to Osvaldo.

“There you are. I’m sorry, I lied about the glass, you’ll have to drink directly from the tap. I’ll meet you in the room.”

Pomni nodded and exited the lavatory, shutting the door behind her. Osvaldo looked at the pills. He wiped his eyes, took them with water before splashing some on his face, and went to meet the group. He wore a tremendous smile beneath his mask, hidden from sight.

[buzzheadchick]

Okay time I do my Walten Files posting. I’ve noticed some confusion regarding timelines and what’s happening when, so I want to try to write down what happens and when. Now someone this stuff not make much sense, and some may possibly be retconned, but this is what we are given.

The crash happened the night of May 2nd. Multiple times in the series we are told this. Jack calls Felix that night, Felix does not pick up. Jack goes to Felix’s house (12:23 AM according to CC), Felix does not answer. Jack says “I know you can hear me” and “I know you’re in there,” but we are to presume this is wishful thinking on his end, because Felix is not actually home. Felix was out until early hours of the morning the next day (May 3rd) digging the graves (still sitting in one as of 8:56 AM according to CC), throwing the bag into the river, and then going to the police station. Even earlier in the morning, presumably after Jack went to Felix’s house (which was past midnight and thus morning), Jack had already gone to the police. We learn this in the description under Lacrimosa.

"Report 90892 May 4th, 1974 - Brighton City Police Department

Wrr: Frank Davis

Felix Archer Kranken reportedly arrived at the station in the morning on May 3rd, He had a broken pair of glasses, dirty blue pants and a yellow dress shirt covered in dirt and blood. When I got the call He was already taken into custody, we sat him down for a few hours and he revealed valuable information about a case we were previously told about earlier that same day by Mr. Jack Walten. Walten's 2 youngest kids, Edd and Molly Walten, had disappeared with Kranken the night prior. Felix's alibi stated he was unconscious or about 20 minutes, when he woke up the kid had ran off."

In TFW4, we get a sort of update from Felix from “3 days after the accident.” He said he “finally told them what happened” in his office, which I think we are to believe he told them the truth, as opposed to the lie he told the police. However, he still lies about the Rocket doll. In the description under Guilty, we see this:

"In memorial of Edward Walten - Molly Walten:

- Ed (12) and Molly (9) died Thursday, May 2nd, 1974 in a fatal car accident, they were leaving a party made by their school to celebrate Spring. Jack Walten (father, husband) couldn't take the kids to the celebration because of work. A friend of Mr. Walten would take the kids instead. On the way back home, Jack's friend would be driving in questionable conditions, thus crashing his car near the road next to Saint Juana's forest. Instantly taking both Edward and Molly's lives. You will be remembered, our little angels, our little red children."

The video Guilty is from three years ago, so this may be retconned, but it is the current understanding that by the time of the funeral for Ed and Molly, they knew the truth of what happened. This points to the idea that during the meeting in Felix’s office, he told the truth. However, it is unclear if this truth went out to the police. There are a few reasons why The Waltens may not go forward with the information Felix told them, but I don’t cover them here as they aren’t explicitly stated.

It is unclear when the funeral is, but based off of the memorial, it is after Felix came clean. In TWF4, on “05/13” (May 13th) Susan and Charles only find out “weeks” later about the funeral, but it physically couldn’t have been more than ten days, implying the funeral was held quickly after the accident, possibly as soon as they Waltens found out the truth. With it also being clear it was “family only,” it seems in addition to not telling the police, the family hadn’t told ANYONE. It is unclear if Susan and Charles know the full truth, or only the truth given to the police, only that he was “drunk while driving the car.” By that time, Susan says she hasn’t heard from Jack “in a long while.” Both of them think there’s something off with Felix’s story, implying that they maybe don’t know the full truth, but they could just be doubting what we the audience have been shown (which still may not be the full story). Charles asks if the kids are “gone,” which is ambiguous wording. I think it may be intentional that we don’t know what they know. Some point prior to that, Felix hid Rocket at Bon’s Burgers, and told Susan not to tell Rosemary or Jack. Jack disappears almost a month later, on June 11th. Susan dies even later, on June 30th.

So that’s the timeline of the events we see surrounding the new video. I can’t tell you if maybe there’s more than Felix even knows happened that night, or who knows what, or why the Waltens haven’t gotten Felix arrested. But that’s the timeline.

[ladykailitha]

All My Roads Lead Back to You Epilogue

Here it is, the final part. I’m sad that’s it over. It has been such a lovely story and such lovely people that have supported me through. Those that were there from the start. Those that joined at anytime during the ride. Even the ones joined in with the last chapter. Thank you. All of you. You are all amazing.

The wedding.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

***

The Munson-Harrington wedding was the must have invite of the year. It didn’t even matter that their marriage would only be recognized in a handful of states. All that mattered was that they were getting the chance to tie the knot and throw a huge party for all their friends.

Dateline had done an hour long piece of the Hawkins Witch Hunt as they were calling what happened to Eddie. It opened a whole can of worms regarding the Hawkins Police Department and other things that they may have sanctioned.

That lovely little news piece also bagged Kenny a girlfriend. He took one look at Lily Byers when she arrived for school that autumn and fell head over heels in love with her.

She even joined the band as rhythm guitar to newly named Children of the Knights of Hell’s Fire. They had found their style at last. It was little bit metal and whole lot of rock.

While their kids were in their senior year, Jeff, Gareth, Eddie, and Steve were all in Eddie’s studio working on an album. Apparently not only could Steve play, but the man had the pipes of a god damned angel.

Eddie had been tempted to put him as lead vocalist, but Gareth wisely pointed out that fans are going to at least expect to hear Eddie at some point.

So Steve was harmonies and backup vocals as well as bassist. Eddie was writing away and coming up with new stuff, remixing old stuff and he was finally able to properly grieve Jay by writing the song “Two Loves: Not Better, Just Different”.

The original Corroded Coffin boys loved it, Children of the Knights of Hell’s Fire loved it, and of course Steve loved it. It was unanimously decided that it should be the first single.

Everyone came to the wedding. The other Byers/Wheeler clan arrived with twin baby girls that they recently adopted. Beautifully named Elinor and Jeanette.

Dustin and Suzie’s baby boy was named Percival or Percy after his other favorite literary hero when Suzie wouldn’t let him name their child D’Artangan. He was also spoiled rotten.

Max and Lucas were the next to arrive with three very tall red-headed, dark skinned boys. The eldest Anthony was sixteen, the middle boy, Reggie was twelve, and their youngest Sean was eight.

Erica and her husband, David brought their two boys, Nico and Nemo aged ten. When their firsts were twins that was enough for them.

The parents started arriving as well. Joyce and Jim came. Claudia, too. The Sinclairs were there of course. Wayne had showed up weeks ago to help with all the planning.

Jane came last. She never married, she became a children’s advocate for neglected and abused orphans. She was the one they brought in when things got bad because she always had a ‘knack’ for knowing what the child was thinking. She had thrown herself into the work and found it rewarding.

Steve’s house was teaming with children of all ages and he loved it. Eddie came up to him at the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding.

“It’s not quite the six nuggets you were hoping for,” he murmured into Steve’s ear, his arm gently wrapping around his waist. “But I think you’ve got your wish about lots of kids, sweetheart.”

Steve blushed. “I didn’t know anyone had heard that.”

Eddie nibbled on his ear. “My only regret is pushing you toward Nancy. That wasn’t fair to any of the parties involved.”

Steve nodded. “I was so desperate to be loved by someone, I would have fallen for anyone. It’s not your fault.”

Eddie’s chuckle rumbled through Steve, they were that close. “Ah, but you see that’s my regret. Had I known that I would have pushed my case so fucking hard, babe.”

Steve burst out laughing. “I’ll bet you would have! Throwing that vest in my face so hard I had to take a step back just because Nancy and I had an in-joke.”

“Guilty as charged.”

Max came up to them and hit Steve with her crutches. “About time you two got your heads out of your collective asses.”

Eddie gave her a hug. “I missed you too, Red.”

“Just make one of the stops on your tour Boston and we’ll call it even,” she said.

“Deal,” Steve and Eddie said together.

She laughed. “God, how does Harri and Edie put up with you two? You’re such saps!”

“Auntie Max!” Edie called. “Come meet Mandy Lawrence, she skates, too!”

Max laughed. “I’m coming. Hold your horses.”

*

The backyard was beautifully decorated in blue and yellow flowers. Eddie’s groomsmen were in blue and Steve’s bridesmaids were in bright, sunny yellow. Dustin was Eddie’s best man and Robin was Steve’s maid of honor. On Steve’s side of the aisle was Nancy, Edie, Lily, and Max. On Eddie’s was Wayne, Harri, Jeff, and Gareth.

It was a quiet affair despite everyone who knew anyone wanted to be invited.

There was no procession. Steve and Eddie were already at the alter waiting for their guests to file in. They stood together, both hands clasped in the other’s.

Hopper was officiating, having become a justice of the peace after leaving the police force. They had already done the marriage part in a quiet courthouse in a small Massachusetts town. This was for their friends and family to witness.

“Today we bring together two people,” Hopper began, “who despite all appearances of being complete opposites couldn’t be more perfect for each other than if God himself had planned it.”

Steve and Eddie both blushed.

“Eddie,” Steve murmured, “You are the best part of me. I wandered lost and though I was never quite alone, having friends and beautiful daughter by my side, I looked for love in all the wrong places, because that place was always home, with you. I started us on the path by saying things I didn’t mean because I frightened of the change you have always brought to my life.” Steve released Eddie’s hand for a moment to wipe away a tear.

“But I should have realized that you brought me joy in those changes and not run away from you. So I promise to come to you when I’m feeling down or bad about myself. I promise to love you even if loving myself is hard. I promise to care for you always and cherish each moment of every day that I get with you. I never thought I’d get a single day, and getting a chance of a life time with you is a dream come true.”

He brought Eddie’s hands to lips to kiss his knuckles.

Eddie smiled. “Steve, I believed I used up my second chance when you rescued me all those years ago. Bleeding and broken, I thought my second chance at a new life was when me and my boys got our record deal, but now I see that my real second chance was here, with you. Jay made me happy for the time we had together, and I truly believe he prepared my heart to be receptive to yours.”

Steve mouthed, ‘I love you.’

“I promise to love on the days that are hard. To cherish on the days that are easy. And worship you all of my days. You had a life time of believing yourself to be unlovable, and I promise to spend the next forty years–”

“At least!” Dustin called out.

Eddie laughed. “At the very least. I promise to spend the rest of ours lives proving how wrong you are. That you are loved, adored, worshiped, and admired by me. I love you, sweetheart.”

Hopper cleared his throat and blinked back tears. “And now the rings.”

Eddie took the black box from Dustin. He pulled out a gold band that had a sun and a moon with a diamond in the sun setting and a grey garnet in the moon setting. “With this ring, I thee wed.” He slipped it on Steve’s ring finger.

Steve looked at it in wonder, eyes filling with joyous tears. He took the white box from Robin and pulled out a black wrought iron ring with the same setting, only in the sun spot was a red garnet and in the moon’s was the diamond. “With this ring, I thee wed.” He slid it onto Eddie’s finger.

“By the authority vested in me,” Hopper concluded, “I pronounce you both husbands in the eyes of this congregation and God, husbands as long as you both shall live. You may now kiss the groom.”

Eddie grabbed Steve’s face in his hands and kissed him fiercely as Steve held on.

They broke off to laughter and tears. They walked back down the aisle to everyone throwing white rose petals over them as they past. Eddie and Steve laughed, skipping and giggling like children as their bridesmaids and groomsmen followed close behind.

*

The reception was the grand affair. All of Steve’s friends were there and all of Eddie’s connections in the music industry was there. Harri was almost one hundred percent sure he saw James Hetfield talking to famed baseball player Derek Jetter, but then someone past in front of him and they were both gone by the time Harri could see around the person again.

Harri walked up to Edie and bumped their shoulders together. “Who would have thought that over a year ago when you told me that you needed a new guitarist for your band, that it would lead to the wedding of the decade, between our two dads.”

She looked over at her dad who was trying to catch marshmallows with his mouth thrown by Dustin, Jane, and Eddie. He had come so far now that he was with the right therapist. Edie had started listening to her own more now too and was forced to admit she didn’t need to look after her dad because he could look after himself just fine.

“Best decision ever,” she agreed.

“Just two small town boys from each from different worlds clawing their way to make their own place in the world,” a warm voice said behind them.

Edie and Harri turned to see Wayne Munson standing there in a nice grey suit having changed for the reception, hands in his pockets.

“Grandpa Wayne!” Harri cried and threw his arms around him. “It’s been so great having you around these last couple of weeks.”

Wayne reached out with one arm for Edie who promptly snuggled up too.

“Does this mean you’re my grandpa now, too?” she whispered.

Wayne kissed the top of her head. “Of course it does. Steve was always mine married to Eddie or not. Even if we hadn’t spoken in decades, Stevie was always mine.”

“You’re going to make me cry for the tenth time,” Steve said coming up to them, hand in hand with Eddie, “if you keep saying things like that.”

Wayne waved his hands. “Come on, I still arms enough for you two.”

Steve and Eddie joined the Wayne hug and sighed happily.

“Hey!” Jonathan said, “Picture?”

They all lined up, Wayne in the middle flanked by Eddie and Steve his side while Edie and Harri stood next to their dads.

Jonathan snapped the photo.

Steve came up and gave him a hug. “Thanks for agreeing to do the photos for us.”

Jonathan hugged back fiercely. “Not a problem, man. Saves me from having to buy you a toaster.”

Steve laughed. “Where’s your beautiful wife?”

Jonathan looked around and pointed to the punch bowl. “There she is. Bitching out Barbara Walters.”

Eddie laughed. “Sounds about right.”

Harri looked over at her and cocked his head. “Hey, Dad. She looks a lot like you.”

Jonathan and Eddie shared a panicked expression.

“Well, you see...” Eddie said as Steve threw his head back and laughed.

***

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[cs-oc-blank-random-posts]

FUN FACTS WITH BLANK

my CS-AU related stuff (CARMEN SAN DIEGO OC AU)

MORE ABOUT ME AND VILE ACADEMY (in my CS AU)

- i was 10 years old when i first started stealing, opening the gates to my long path to a life of crime 😋

Player: what.

- my first time driving a motorcycle was when i was 12

Carmen: Blank. WHAT

- Before Vile, i used to work with various groups for big heists and i rarely worked with the same person, i had a pretty big reputation for being one of the youngest thieves in the criminal underworld and my former Codename was "Chameleon" 🦎 😋 ✨

Zack: you were a famous thief?!

Shadow-san: Believe it or not, he's telling the truth. <- saw his interview with Maelstrom + was aware of Blank's reputation because he was recommended by another Seasoned Operative

Player: woah, he ain't lying! <- just searched about it on the dark web

- in some of my former Groups and Affiliations, i was taught how to use guns 😍

Ivy: that's concerning. you weren't even a teenager yet but they taught you how to shoot??

Blank: at first it was more difficult than i thought at first. but i'm a natural with a revolver

Carmen: why in the world would they even trust a kid with gun?

Blank: because i'm amazing, that's why

- my favorite color is Violet/Purple 💜

- because i've been through allot of different Groups, i got to meet allot of different people! i learned allot of skills that help me with thievery. such as: Gun Shooting, Knot tying, Basic self-defense, Disguising myself, making my own Gadgets and stuff like DIY smoke bombs 😋

Ivy: it's nice to have someone around who knows how to DIY stuff

Blank: well, Versatility never fails!

- My Vile Codename is different compared to my Former Codename because i kinda found "Chameleon" abit cringey for me. i couldn't think of any other code name. the Faculty noticed that i didn't have a codename yet and had a talk about it so they could help me out. They couldn't think of a good Codename that i liked until Countess Cleo said "well we can't leave his code name blank, can we?"

Shadow-san: you preferred "Blank" over "Chameleon" because you were no longer interested in your former Codename? Blank, it took an entire Faculty meeting to find you a code name and out of all of the better Code names to choose, you chose a word that was said by Countess Cleo in a sentence? that's what took you to finally pick a code name?

Blank: well, it beats having a basic codename like Shadow-san 🖕

- Fun fact about Vile, the reason why there are only a few well known operatives on the field like Tigress, Mimebomb, Paperstar, Etc. out of the 40 thieves that graduate Vile per year was because they were elected as Specialist Operatives. because they had Specific Talents. (they only say Operatives because saying "Specialist Operatives" is a mouthful) the rest of the graduates became cadets for Vile (the guys you usually see in helmets and uniform)

- I was a Cadet for Vile for a few months after i graduated even if i was originally supposed to be a Specialist Operative (because Vile couldn't trust a 14 year old for bigger Heists even if they're aware of my History in big heists) Shout out to Shadow-san who recommended me to become a Cadet instead of an Operative btw

Shadow-san: it was for your own good. we couldn't let a child running on the field.

Blank: hah, i guess that's why they officially made me a Specialist Operative a few months after, huh?

- The faculty had a Meeting about letting a 13 year old Study at Vile academy, having another advanced placement shortly after Black sheep. guess who was like "Bitch, Naur"? Coach Brunt and Shadow-san 😋

Carmen: honestly, it was concerning that two of the most Dangerous faculty members were at your throat the entire time we studied at Vile

Blank: I know, right? Biggest compliment i've ever received

Shadow-san:

- Just Like Carmen, i also had a Holdover year! thanks to Shadow-san..

Shadow-san: Black Sheep and Blank were the hardest to stall during the exam. <- this man was proud of himself for a reason

Carmen: well past is past. and eitherway, it was nice not being alone.

Blank: yeah, until you left a few months before the last semester. thanks for that.

[veneritia]

siblings & questions tag

Thank you @alintalzin for the tag! This is both the best and worst game for the vi aetier siblings so of course I gotta do it

Who looks the most like Dad?

Charles takes that spot easily enough, and is probably gonna follow Dantalion's footsteps with having "the fair" as an epithet. But all of the siblings (like any vi Aetier) have the trademark silver eyes.

2. Who looks the most like mom?

Euphemia does but with Fenice as a close second. Euphemia is essentially Eudocia in miniature both in looks and in attitude, though Euphemia has a bit more of a ruthless streak. Fenice looks remarkably like Titania in coloring but she doesn't have Titania's vibes, yknow?

3. Who eats the most?

Konstantine does but he's also one of the pickiest eaters. Whatever food he does like though he makes sure to eat a ton of, and his mother indulges him anyway.

4. Who has been in the weirdest situations?

Fenice. Her whole life has been weird ever since she was born and is probably just gonna get weirder. I mean, who else has weirdly vivid dreams about attending a banquet with your dead ancestors where the host may or may not be (a) god?

5. Who sleeps the most?

Basil, but he's basically a toddler so he needs his naps.

6. Most stable romantic life?

Well, of the three that are old enough to have a romantic life (Fenice, Charles, Euphemia)...none of them. For one, Fenice has zero interest in romance and will continue to have zero interest in romance (very ironic considering who her parents are). For another, Fenice is already married but it was arranged and she and Nike are indifferent to and loathe each other respectively. Charles and Euphemia's eventual marriages are a matter of state, so any 'official' relationship is kind of off limits. They both have a long line of suitors and have been known to enjoy flirting here and there, but other than that they've never entered any actual romantic relationship.

7. Worst habit of each one?

Fenice's tendency to think the worst of everyone and especially herself. Charles developing tunnel vision when pursuing something he wants at the expense of everything else Euphemia never failing to give back-handed compliments when she talks Konstantine just kind of wanders off in the middle of conversations when he's bored (he's a kid) Basil has terrible table manners (he's a baby)

8. Who's the most dramatic?

Hands down it's Fenice. She might fool most people with her whole "I am untouchable, nothing can faze me, I am unbothered" facade but you bet that she's having the most dramatic inner monologues 24/7. I blame anime

9. Who had a weird phase?

Weird is relative when it comes to the vi Aetiers, but I don't think anyone had a particular weird phase. Unless you count Charles who's trying to overturn the whole vi aetier kinslaying tradition, which the majority of people think is weird.

10. Best cook of the family?

Bold of you to assume they've seen a kitchen before.

11. Best memory together?

As in all 5 siblings together? Uh....none really. I mean it was only recently that all 5 of them were even in the same city, much less spending time together.

12. Worst memory together?

Those are book 2 spoilers ;)

13. Dream trip together

No one would be stupid enough to put them in the same vehicle. Maybe if you pair them off it'd be feasible and we'd get somewhere, but all five? not possible. They're also just not that close as siblings. (Konstantine and Basil are the youngest by a significant age gap. Euphemia and Charles' mothers have some real bad blood between them because of The Incident TM. Charles and Fenice are considered the closest out of the siblings but like, some of this is one-sided and Fenice still harbors a lot of resentment towards Charles).

14. Would you rather not be able to shower for a month or have the same clothes for a month?

It gets stupid hot and humid in Kaelstanopoli, especially during the summer. All of them would rather have the same clothes for a month than not bathe. That and the baths in Kaelstanopoli are like top tier.

15. Who's the older one?

Fenice

16. Role model?

Fenice - her mother and many of her paternal ancestors that she's read about and studied Charles - Dantalion and his uncle Andras Euphemia - her mother Eudocia and her great-grandmother Saphynia the Iron Queen Konstantine - Charles Basil - doesn't have one yet but he likes copying what Konstantine does

17. Who usually has the worst ideas?

Would it be a cop-out to say Basil

18. A GIANT insect is on the wall, who's taking care of it?

Basil. He may be the youngest and smallest but against bugs??? The most fearless man to ever exist. He's probably try and feed it to his ducks.

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[cafeinthemoon]

Ruins - Part XVI

Chapter 16

Wordcount 4,1k

Title Part XVI

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15

Symbols ⭕ ➕ 💛

Warnings: none

Tagging @holdyourwine @lilacshouko (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: So... it's been a while lol Some things happened the last weeks that kept me away from my works, but finally I'm back 💜 During this time, I've faced stress from work, I got COVID, I recovered from it, got back to work for a few days until my vacation started, then I traveled, and now I'm back home. I didn't map this chapter, but I already knew what I wanted to include in it, so it wasn't really hard to work on it. As a way to apologize, I made it longer, so I hope you enjoy it :)

Hermes and all the younger gods who worked under him haven’t had that amount of work in a long time: having a date settled for the next weeks, your wedding was now a reality, and given the unprecedented nature of the union and the fact that one of the most important gods was involved in it, there were many people to be informed and messages to be sent.

While Zeus’ son took to himself the task of traveling to Midgard in order to make the announcement to the bride’s family, the other messengers were sent to the Heavens, to deliver the invitation to the groom’s youngest brother and his family; to the depths of the Seas, where his other brother saw his predictions about being requested in Valhalla in a few months turn into reality; and to the Underworld, where the god of Conquest received the news with enthusiasm: the growth of his family and the birth of a goddess were things that he hasn’t seen in ages. The pantheons that were in good terms with Greece were also invited, of course, and the preparations for the next great festivity inside each of them started immediately after the messengers’ departure.

In a way that would only surprise people who knew nothing about human beings, the human girls were the first to know about the wedding, and they wasted no time in coming to congratulate you and cheer up with the perspective of a new party in Valhalla: this wasn’t something that happened every year, so they were right in considering themselves lucky. The ones with whom you had a closer friendship asked you about your feelings towards marriage and if you were nervous about the idea of leaving humanity behind, and even if you already knew what type of goddess you would be, but there wasn’t really much you could answer: since you were never married before, you still didn’t know how you were supposed to feel, and the same could be said about the ritual and the events would follow it; about being a goddess, Hades told you that your purpose would become clear to you after your transformation, but some of your current passions, interests and personality traits could influence in the process, so it was too soon to have a definitive answer in this sense.

To be honest, you were more anxious about your role as a Queen than about being given divine powers: by the studying sessions you’ve had the last months, you were aware that working as a governor was a great responsibility, and you felt anything but prepared for it. You already talked about this to Hades, who tranquilized you, stating that you would be by his side for all the time you needed; you always tried to focus on this, but sometimes your anxiety would take the best from you, and thinking about the future was the last thing you wanted.

***

The greenish stem of the narcissus grew out of the little amount of soil seconds after you poured some drops of the mixture you just created, and your eyes widened with the vision. It’s been several days since you started experimenting with flowers, but Valhalla’s technology didn’t cease to impress you: countless possibilities of creating new species that would grow before your eyes with the most exuberant colors and shapes were a dream coming true; it was the perfect type of work, according to your standards, being a fusion of observation, study, creativity and sensibility, with endless paths to explore and beauties to discover.

The first leaves appeared all over the stem and on the upper side of it, making you hold your breath. It was almost there; you were sure you had the correct amount of substances united this time, so now the petals should have the desired shade.

The first petal appeared among them, followed by the others…

And then you had a purplish, iridescent flower, just like all the others you already had around you.

You sighed, disappointed. Yes, you loved the garden you ended up creating on that corner of the Greenhouse, and you loved the flower you just planted as well, but you felt you would have loved it more if you finally got the shade you’ve been trying to create since the last month: a celestial, vibrant blue, just like the blue that overcame the skies after the twilight and preceded the black of the night during summers in your homeland. You’ve been trying many things to create a variation of the species with such color, but the farthest you got was to create a purple flower.

You went to your notebook, opened on the table, and started revising your notes.

– These are the most beautiful mistakes you’ve ever made, little one.

You startled, then smiled, closing your notes and turning to Hades, who just crossed the room’s entry and was now touching the flowers that hanged upon it. He was aware of your incessant attempts to create the blue narcissus, and has been following your work from close, so he knew you were far from the results you wanted; still, he never ceased to admire your creations, seeing them as works of art, or beautiful mistakes, as he liked to say.

He approached the table as you leaned on it, crossing your arms and leaving the newest flower at sight.

– And what about this one? – you indicated it with a look.

His response was to touch the purple petals with his fingertips the same way he used to do with your hair, admiring the variations on its surface, created by the light that entered through the transparent walls, filtered by the leaves of the trees and ivy that surrounded the place, among which many of your own flowers spread.

– It might sound as a common place – he started – But this one surpasses all the others. How did you make it?

You showed your notes to him.

– I don’t understand what’s going on – you complained, observing the flower while he looked through the text – I’ve been calculating everything so carefully, yet it seems impossible to reach the exact shade of blue I want. I need to make the green undertone more prominent, but the red one just won’t decrease, no matter how much I work on it...

Hades spent a moment in silence, alternating his gaze between the notes and the flower. He has been the one who encouraged you most in this project, not letting you give up every time an unexpected color appeared on the petals and praising the results you’ve managed to reach, even when they weren’t exactly what you wanted; as a request made by you, however, he never interfered in the process, whether using his powers or giving you the subtlest instructions.

When he finally returned you the notebook, you thought he would give you some advice, but his response was to smile while observing the narcissus with a mysterious gaze.

You were the one who restarted the conversation.

– So… what do you think?

He took a moment to reply.

– I think your progress is something impressive, even for our standards – he touched the flower one more time; and, looking at his surroundings, – You just built an entire garden of new variations of narcissus in a matter of weeks. It is just my opinion but, despite not reaching your goal, you have all the reasons to proud, my y/n.

You had this sensation that Hades found something on your notes – maybe the mistake you’ve been making or the reason, the element you were yet to add to your formula, but it was currently out of your possibilities – but instead of talking about it, he preferred to use his time to encourage you.

You sighed.

– It’s not that I don’t like what I’ve produced until now. I love all of this – you made a gesture with your hands, indicating your creations – I mean, who wouldn’t love to work on something that would be impossible in their own homeland? Still, being aware of your own limitations is tiring sometimes… even for us.

Hades turned his eyes to you in a curious manner; however, he didn’t share whatever important discovery he did at that very moment with you, suddenly changing the subject with no additional explanations.

– Will you come with me for a moment? – he offered his hand – There’s something I need you to see. Well, actually, it is a place I want to show you.

You looked all over your table and frowned.

– Right now? I’m a bit occupied…

– It won’t take too long, I promise – he assured you – You will be back to continue your experiments when you least expect. And in a lighter mood, I hope.

You surrendered, holding his hand with both of yours with a smile: maybe you really needed a break from your efforts.

– If you say so…

Hades gave one last look at the narcissus before taking you out of the Greenhouse.

– Not only this, but maybe we can even find a spot for these wonderful mistakes here.

***

Though Valhalla was a seemingly borderless place, you somehow thought you’ve already met any space where your people were allowed to step in, so when Hades said that he wanted you to meet a new place, you felt as curious as you haven’t been in a while.

However, when you noticed he was leading you to a zone you knew to be exclusive for the gods, your curiosity turned into suspicion.

You were now crossing a narrow path of white stones that led to a high building of the same shade, except for the golden decorations surrounding the columns and the frames of the windows; the building was located behind great golden gates that were opened at that moment. You didn’t take long to understand of kind of place it was.

You stopped midway, making your partner stop too.

– Wait, this is a lodge, right? – you frowned – Are you sure that I can enter it? I don’t want to cause any problems…

Hades showed no worries concerning your presence there. Letting go of your hand, he caressed the top of your head.

– You can enter as long as you have permission – he explained – There won’t be any problem as long as you stay with me.

After you crossed the gates and stopped in front of the building, he stretched his hand to the great doors, opening the way for you.

***

The place was more like an apartment than a room, for various reasons: first, it was larger than any other place you’ve visited at Valhalla; second, by the number of doors and openings on the walls visible when you entered the private sections, you supposed that there was a reasonable number of departments which use would go beyond the bed area.

The first thing you saw when you stepped into the chambers was what looked like a living room or a space dedicated to visitors. The walls, covered in a purple wallpaper with a sophisticated pattern representing flowers and almonds, were extremely high for a common room, at least the ones you were used to find in the houses of your acquaintances in Midgard; perhaps those ones were an example of what you would find at a noble residence. There were a sofa and two upholstered chairs with a shade similar to the one of the walls, and a small table was placed at the center. The decoration consisted in small statues that reminded you of the ones at the Gardens, vases and exotic flowers. The walls, by the way, were covered in oil paintings that represented episodes from the stories told by Hades, all of them made in aged gold.

You didn’t need any explanations to guess what kind of place was that.

So… he brought me here to show me the room where we will spend our honeymoon.

He closed the door behind you and stopped by your side, smiling at your silence and your widened eyes.

– If only you could see the glimmer in your eyes now, little one – he commented – I feel like I should have introduced you to this place earlier.

You felt your cheeks getting warm and smiled.

– So… This is where you’ve been hiding for all this time? – and, looking around, – It’s quite comfortable.

He laughed.

– Actually, I’ve been using a different apartment, closer to Hermes’ chambers. It made it easier to approach you, since this building here is isolated.

You were staring at the flowers while he spoke, and didn’t take long to notice they were natural. You turned to him with a mixture of diversion and suspicion.

– Still, you’ve been here before taking me with you, right? – you pointed at the flowers – Otherwise, who’s been taking care of these flowers for you?

Hades pretended to be surprised for a second before start laughing.

– Loki was right when he said it was impossible to lie to you, then – he passed an arm around your waist and caressed your face – But let me tell you that this time you’re mistaken. These plants had their structure modified in order to increase their lifespan, so that they’ve been here for quite some time, being maintained with little effort from the elves’ part.

You shrugged.

– Really?

He nodded.

– Really. Now, allow me to show you the rest.

At the back of that room, at the same direction of the entry, there was a pair of doors of the same material of the first ones. Hades took you by the hand to them, then opened them both with a push of his free palm.

***

The bedroom had each corner built in art, beauty and exuberance.

The walls were covered in a softer version of the wallpaper you found at the living room, creating the sensation that the room was larger; the ceiling, just like the one of a church, had a Classic oil painting that would spread throughout its extension, exhibiting peaceful scenes of nature and mundane life.

At the center of the place, you saw the largest bed your imagination could conceive, with big pillows and cushions, covered with rosy, satin sheets. Above the upholstered headboard, there was an enormous tapestry which borders were sewn in golden threads, but it was the image depicted in the fabric that enchanted you: a garden that reminded you of the ones prepared for humans at Valhalla, full of fruit trees and lush grass; in a clearing formed among those trees, there was a group of nymphs on barefoot, with white dresses and flower crowns on their heads, holding hands to form a circle, dancing while the winds would blow in their wild hair (one of them even lost her crown, but didn’t mind stopping the dance to get it back); at the picture’s left, in the background, there was a faun sitting on a rock, dangling his hairy legs and playing a syrinx while birds and other small animals surrounded him. Framing this tapestry, there was a pair of curtains, opened and wrapped with golden threads on each side of the bed; they were connected to a woody structure that formed a sort of canopy. In front of the bed, there was an arc of bronze following the bed’s width, and under it a heavy carpet.

At your right, there was a pair of rosy doors that would lead to a balcony, while at your left you saw a few doors that you supposed to take the visitor to bathrooms, a kitchen or other essential departments. You looked around, searching for any source of artificial light, but couldn’t find any lamps; instead you saw candle holders at each wall.

Everything was clean, well built, luxurious… and a bit outdated.

Your silence might have caused a bit of discomfort, because Hades turned to you and politely asked for a verbal response.

– So… what do you think?

You looked at him, opened your mouth and closed it again.

Heavens, how am I going to tell him that, despite being beautiful, this place looks like it’s been closed since the Middle Ages?

You didn’t want to hurt your lover’s feelings, of course, but you had to be honest. You decided to examine the territory.

– Of course I loved it, and I’m flattered that you brought me here in anticipation but... let me ask you… – you bit your lip – When was the last time you used these chambers?

Hades crossed his arms and took a moment trying to remember, and the answer he gave you was, at the same time, the type of thing you were expecting and the last thing you could imagine.

– Hm… a few years ago, in an emergency, when I, my brother Zeus, Shiva and Odin had to travel here and solve an issue involving the human Nostradamus and the Bifrost.

You stared at him for a while, not hiding your surprise. A few years ago, he was saying?

– Nostradamus? You mean, that man Nostradamus, who lived centuries ago?

– Yes.

– Well…

When he finally understood, he started to laugh, passing his arms around you.

– Of course, we can redecorate it with something… modern, little one – he kissed your cheek – We will do anything that brings comfort in this important moment.

– I apologize if it looks like I’m calling you an old man – you laughed in embarrassment – It’s just that… time runs faster for us.

He looked around, letting out a nostalgic sigh.

– I see – and, suddenly changing the subject, – So, if this is the case, hurry up, because there’s something you need to see right now.

With a cheerful smile, Hades took you by the hand through the balcony’s door before you could say anything in response.

The balcony wasn’t really large, and it was structured in delicacy and elegance: the parapet was built in white marble, with Spring concepts carved in the stone; at your right, you saw a small table and two chairs, and upon it a tiny, empty vase, while at your left there was a narrow spiral staircase leading upwards. You were taken through it by the hand, and when you finally reached the upper floor, your eyes widened.

A private garden was built there, as a smaller version of the Secret Garden, where you’ve lived the most important moments of your relationship until that day. There were statues of beautiful heroes and damsels, as well as others representing forest creatures and animals, and benches near them; there were fruit trees which height was probably modified in the Greenhouse in order to fit that space, something that worked perfectly as far as you could see; in the center of the garden, there was a fountain where the birds would bathe and drink water, and they all flied when you approached them, splashing drops at all directions and making you laugh. The floor was of reddish, rectangular blocks made of stone, and it formed a labyrinth of narrow paths that led to each corner of the garden, so that every of those beauties would be at your hands’ reach.

However, you couldn’t help noticing that there were some empty vases here and there, as well as spaces on the grass that could be used to grow new plants. You turned to Hades and questioned him about this.

– Do you remember when I said we could find a spot for your wonderful mistakes?

You opened your mouth in surprise. So this was what he had in mind?

– This soil is prepared to receive every new species created in the Greenhouse – he explained – So your flowers will never feel abandoned when we bring them here. Even after our departure to Hellheim.

You frowned, worried.

– So... they will stay here?

– The elves will take care of them, so you don’t need to worry – he smiled – Besides… who told you that you will never return to Valhalla?

– But I thought…

– Yes, travels from Hellheim to Valhalla have been rare, with important events and crisis being the exceptions. But this is while I lived alone – Hades caressed your hair – Now, with a beloved wife by my side, changes in this sense are expected.

Your cheeks warmed up. Being called like that, even when you were still human and not married, made your heart skip. You wrapped your arms around your lover and laid your head on his chest, trying to find out if the same happened to his heart as well.

– Thank you for everything – you whispered – Thank you for your love.

– No – he replied – Thank you for your love.

***

The conversation that took place when you walked down the stairs and went back at the balcony was one that you knew you should have, sooner or later; well, actually you’ve been trying to find an opportunity to have it the last days, but no appropriate moment came. Now that you were at the very place where you should become a married woman, you understood that the time you’ve been waiting for has finally come.

While you stopped at the parapet to appreciate the landscape, your deliberations didn’t go unnoticed by Hades.

– Is it just me or have you been a bit nervous since you came here? – he started; and with a playful smile, – Is there something bothering you besides the decoration?

You giggled.

– I don’t know if bothering is the best word for this, but… Yes, there’s something I’ve been wanting to discuss with you for days – you took his hands on yours – You know, I’ve already told you that I’ve been in a few relationships, but all of them were too brief, so that they didn’t develop into something more… serious, intimate.

It didn’t take long for him to understand.

– Are you telling me that you’ve never been touched?

A heat came up to your face at those words: though you had no restraints in your communication, it still had a strange impact to hear him speak straight about this.

You nodded in confirmation.

– You’re the first person with whom I’ve got this far in a relationship, so… Yes, you will be my first.

Hades brushed your hair behind your ear.

– So, not being experienced makes you afraid? But what exactly do you fear?

You sighed.

– I fear that I end up not knowing how to… behave… That I feel uncomfortable... and mess up everything... and look ridiculous... and disappoint you…

Holding your face with both hands, his response was to give you a long kiss on your forehead.

– If these are the things you fear, then let’s not allow them to happen – he replied – When the time comes and you sense them approaching, just tell me, and we will take care of them together. Sounds good for you?

– Sounds perfect – you smiled, putting your hands upon his – Thank you for understanding.

– And thank you for sharing this with me, my y/n – he sighed – Since you decided to speak about this… There’s something I’d like to share with you too.

– Really? And what is it?

That time, Hades was the one who showed hesitation in his manners.

– It’s been a while… Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve been in a relationship. Before I met you, I’ve already forgotten how it felt like – he lowered his tone – Besides, I’ve never touched a human being, so, in a certain way, it will be a first time for me too.

That revelation changed the entire way you saw him. By the stories you’ve always heard about the gods and their interactions with humans, you knew that romantic and sexual relationships between the two species – which many times resulted in the birth of beings called demigods – was a common place, so the possibility of it not being the case with the King of the Underworld was something that never occurred to you. But now that you thought of it, it made sense: he has been living in a domain to where your people would only go after dying, and rarely left it without good reasons; besides, by what he told you about his family life, it was implied that he has been so busy with the matters involving his brothers that his personal life was left aside for what might be equal to ages. Indeed, there never seemed to be room for humans in his life before – which meant that having his private life back in the company of a human girl might have sounded like an intense, even scary experience to him.

– So – you started – Does this make you nervous?

– I bit… I think.

The blush you noticed on his cheeks made you smile.

In an imitation of Hades’ gesture, you brought you hands to his face, then stood on tip toes to reach his lips with yours: that was your time to assure him.

– If this will be a first time for both of us, let’s take care of it together – you whispered – Sounds good for you?

He laughed at this: seeing you use his words against him was just too funny.

So he decided to join the game.

– Sounds perfect.

Part XVII

[hantheheart]

alright ok i am tossing some stuff aroudn as idea and ive decided the public opinion is needed

im trying to pin down Kiane kids ages and the discord in unsure too so

heres what we do know: the order in which the kids were born

Myrtle and Nasiens are the same age best as we can tell

Sixtus

Belte

Zana and Zilian

Phao

Tioreh

secondly, based on Diane's comment about not having anymore small pills during the Grudge of Edinburg movie, its highly likely all 7 kids had been born by the time of the movie. Meaning at youngest, Tiroeh would be 7 years old as if the current arc. It's more likely she's older than that based on how she acts, but Faries age so weirdly it's hard to make any good calls on that. My Only really solid evidence on that is that they didn't have more kids. So.

My guess is that, at least as of the current arc where Myrtle and Nasiens are 18, is that Sixtus is probably about 16? Belte feels like he's somewhere between 15 and 13, though I'm leaning more towards 15. Zana and Zillian feel like they're 13 or 14, or at least right on that line and Phao and Tioreh don't really seem to be 13 yet so I guess somewhere between 10 and 12. Phao maybe 12 and Tioreh 11, I think.

But that's just my current guess. So please reblog and give me your thoughts!

[gummybugg]

Get To Know My OC

I am so excited to do this one! Thank you, @writernopal, for the tag! Go read her Super cool post Here.

Jemmah, I choose you!

Jemmah rolls her eyes and reluctantly follows my voice down a hallway lined with white concrete walls covered in timeless murals. His clunky platforms tack against the cracked, yellowed tiles. The witch makes her way into the room at the end of the hall labeled “Interviewing Room” in black Lobster font. There, she seats herself, cross-legged, in a folding metal chair in front of a thick, wooden table across from me, who stands behind a one-way mirror. He is alone, except for a friendly spotlight that shines in his face. The faint sound of the Family Feud theme song plays in the speakers above.

“I know you’re there. I’m not stupid.” Jemmah squints her eyes from the harsh light. I tell him why he’s here and that he’s the perfect candidate to answer these questions. She obliges, saying under her breath that once this is over, for me to never contact her again, or else I’ll regret it.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not to my knowledge, no.

2. When was the last time you cried?

What kind of question is that?

3. Do you have kids?

Of course, not! Jemmah looks offended, as if this question were indicative of his age.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

To some it’s sarcasm, but to Silas, it’s a form of endearment. I have to watch what I say around them so that they don’t misconstrue.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Usually what clothes they have on. Big talk coming from someone who wears a lot of holographic clothing, I know. But if I see one clashing pattern or color, your first impression is as good as ruined.

6. What's your eye color?

Turquoise, Jemmah says as she squints in the mirror, over five feet away. They look black when my pupils are completely dilated. (note: Jemmah has pupils like a cat’s)

Scary movies or happy endings?

Don’t tell Binaca this, but I actually don’t mind the gushy movies she puts on during movie night. He looks off to the side for a moment, realizing that Bianca is probably tuning in.

8. Any special talents?

Well, I can pour a perfect shot, I can craft pretty potent healing elixirs, and I can dance in ten-inch heels. So I’d say I have a few talents up my sleeve. Jemmah crosses her arms, looking rather proud of herself.

9. Where were you born?

Not exactly in this city, more on the outskirts. She nods, as if any of that made a lick of sense. Jemmah isn’t too fond of sharing private information.

10. What are your hobbies?

Well, I work at a bar called Indie’s Bar and Thrills, but you’re asking what I do outside of work. I like to paint landscapes, go to wine and painting events, cook, and read.

11. Have you any pets?

Yes, I have a white ball python named Leone! Jemmah flashes a smile, but is quick to hide it with the paper held in front of her. But if you were referring to the demon in my house, then yes, I suppose I have two pets to look after… Jemmah grimaces to himself.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I’m not really a sports person, but I do occasionally dance at Indie’s.

13. How tall are you?

Five feet and eleven inches, the last I checked.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Currently, I am pursuing the art of potion-making. It’s a craft I have been studying for my entire life. Everyone tells me I’d be the youngest person to ever have received such a license, but they don’t know the half of it.

15. Dream job?

I like my bartending job at Indie’s and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. But if I had to choose another job, it would probably be something in the medical field. Healing is what I am good at, no matter how you slice it. Jemmah doesn’t seem to notice her pun, but luckily I do, and call her out on it. She fights really hard not to smirk and says how stupid a pun it was.

Just as promised, I release Jemmah from the room, and cut all forms of contact with him. Everyone give it up for our favorite witch! The Family Feud theme starts back up again as the witch hastily makes her way out of the room, cursing under her breath.

Tagging (as soft as a feather): @hihopelessromantics, @another-white-hole, @yedithwrites, @imaginarie-fun, @new-royston-cursebreakers, @charlesjosephwrites, @rickie-the-storyteller, @sabels-small-sphere, @doublegoblin, @hydrangea-gas, @digitalsatyr23, @withlovelunette, @akindofmagictoo, and really Anyone because I couldn’t tag Everyone, and plus I love learning about everyone's ocs! This is a very Open tag!

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I've been thinking about Old Boss, Dazai and Mori a LOT, as of late; and I think it would be neat if Old Boss' madness made Dazai so miserable, and that he too thought the only way to stop it all was to kill him. Except this thought made him feel trapped and even more miserable, so much that he tried to drown himself. But he got lucky: he met Mori. A person who can do the job meets a person who can provide the enterance and the cover, isn't it grand? (1)

Hey, sorry it took me a little bit to get to this. I was in the middle of exams and I wanted to make sure I gave your ask a proper answer.

You know, it's really interesting to me - you've outlined this version of events, which is different to what I think went down but I can't really refute or support anything because we just don't know enough.

It's insane how little we know about the mafia in general, actually, given how many of the supporting cast members are a part of it. We get mentions, sure, and little tidbits of info but not nearly as much as we get for the agency. I wonder why it was so important that the mafia be a part of Natsume's framework over any of the other criminal organizations in Yokohama. Is it influence? Power? Or is there some other reason we don't know?

I'll try to lay down what we know for certain, and particular inferences we can make leading up to the old boss's assassination:

The Old Boss:

He was the boss during the chaotic years directly after the war and likely during it as well

He threw the city into turmoil, especially in the slums, through such orders as "killing a bunch of redheads because one vandalized his car" or "poisoning the inhabitants of an entire building because he thought a rival executive might be there"

The end of his reign was so terrible that he turned the city's inhabitants against each other in a kind of Orwellian dystopic "report your neighbours for dissent" command

He has history with Dazai ("If only we could chat about old times" line from Fifteen)

He was suffering from a kind of paranoia from his illness and his orders became increasingly more erratic and needlessly violent, culminating in his ordering of the deaths of anyone who opposed the Port Mafia on his deathbed (roughly 8 years ago)

Mori:

He was a medical doctor during the tail end of the Great War, roughly 14-15 years before the events of the main story (when Yosano was 11 years old and he was 26)

He drafted her with the intention of creating an Immortal Regiment and appears to have advocated for the use and manipulation of abilities to turn the tide of the war

After the war, between 12-14 years ago, he worked as an underground doctor with Fukuzawa as his bodyguard - he was already acquainted with Natsume at this point (they both refer to him as sensei) and interested in establishing Natsume's Tripartite Tactic

How he came to be an underground doctor is not known - was he disgraced after what happened with the soldiers on Tokoyami Island? Was he purposely trying to work his way into the mafia?

12 years ago, he fought with Fukuzawa to try and take Yosano back for his plan to overthrow the Mafia (he was 28, Yosano 13, Fukuzawa 33, Ranpo 15)

Somehow he became the old boss's personal physician. I literally do not know how he managed this.

8 years ago, he approached Dazai, as seen in the recent Fifteen manga adaptation, as his physician, and promised Dazai a painless death if he agreed to "help with one little thing" (which is clearly to be a witness for the death of the old boss)

Dazai:

He wandered for a bit at some indiscriminate time, where the Sheep made an offer to join them. He refused.

His youngest appearance is 8 years ago when he is 14, in the recent Fifteen manga adaptation, where he is shown secured to a hospital bed after attempting suicide - it seems likely this was not his first attempt. He meets Mori for the first time in this scene.

He somehow is close enough to the old boss to be a valuable witness for Mori, someone whose word would be believed by the mafia. He was already suicidal for unknown reasons and was assigned the current mafia boss' personal physician to treat him. Hirotsu assures Mori that Dazai "understands why he did what he did", as though Dazai would have some reason to be angry with Mori over the old boss's death. Higuchi's "your blood is mafia black" line. If it weren't for the fact that he was not part of the mafia at that point, and had apparently not seen death up close before the murder of the old boss and the events of Fifteen, I would say it's practically a given that he's a blood relative of the old boss, perhaps even the "rightful heir" to the mafia. However, given the conflicting info I just gave, I really can't be certain.

His eye is focused on in all adaptations of the scene with the death of the old boss. His eye goes dark in every single one. (The original chapter 30 manga panel is interesting because it looks like the darkness is seeping into it...)

There's so little here for how important this event is. Just as we still don't know much about the great war, we still know very little about the mafia and the old boss - even Mori and Dazai are still very much mysteries.

With how much we still don't know, I think the story may end with us cycling back to the mafia and finally learning the answers to all these questions that were introduced so early in the game. At least I hope so. Thanks for the ask!

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I would very much like to hear about ur hunger games au

Oh Hell Yeah!

I've always been a fan of Hunger Games AUs that focus on people post games, where they have to try and find themselves and live with what they did on top of navigating the snakes nest of the Capitol.

I'll put this under a read more as to not clog up the dash.

General AU Stuff:

Most Hunger Games canon stays the same, however Hermitcraft canon gets mixed and mingled in there. Same way Mumbo was the youngest ever Hermit member to join at 17, in this he was the youngest victor to win at 12/13.

Their ages are the same as they are irl, since years have passed since they competed. No Children Here

Personally i am really fond of the idea of Evil Xisuma taking on the role of president snow - his legal name is Xisuma, but since Xisuma Void won everyone just calls him Evil Xisuma and victor Xisuma got to keep his name LMAO

Why Yes they overthrow the Capitol again. Frankly, with these people i don't think any other ending is possible.

With more character specific stuff though, i only have some that i have real concrete ideas for. I don't watch everyone so if people who do watch the ones i miss/have not much on have ideas i'd love to hear them!!

Bdubs:

From district 10, he was the one who lowkey revolutionized the games by winning using expert camouflage - a technique that was more finesse focused and less strength, something that what was not expected.

That gave a hell of a lot of hope to other tributes though in following games, and made the career districts hate him because it was 'cowardly'.

During his games he would always sleep at night, and due to the aforementioned skill was able to usually get a solid 8 hours. People poked fun at this during the post game interviews, and it became a running joke associated with him to the public.

Reality is though, that Bdubs knew that people fuck up the most when they're sleep deprived. District 10 has 19 thousand people and one million livestock. He Has Seen The Consequences Of Not Good Enough Sleep. Being better rested then everyone else on top of knowing how to go without food, keep hidden and let the others tear each other apart was how he won.

Cubfan:

From district 6 and dreams of using the vast amount of technology at their hands to actually venture out into space instead of like. working on fucking trains

Capitol often has him working in district 3 because he's "wasted" in district 6, which has Cub internally seethe.

Docm77:

From district 3 and frankly, he should not have survived his games. Literally won because his opponent bled to death faster than him.

His eye and arm were destroyed during that final fight, and his stylist thought it would be "fun" to make his prosthetics reminiscent of his district, without actually asking for his input on the matter.

As one of the older victors he had to deal with the Capitol back when there was less victors, and the Capitol was more than willing to subjugate the ones they had to their whims.

Yeah sorry your son got experimented on. yeah sorry they decided his games weren't memorable enough for a gimmick and decided his post games looks worked better. yeah sorry about that.

He and Cub hang out together :)

Ethos:

Realistically he should be from district 3 or 5, but since he's Canadian i want to put him in district 7 so bad.

ICONIC Hunger games. Literally in the top 10 for reviewability according to people from the Capitol :) meanwhile that hunger games has Ethos running around both in a completely delirious freaked out state and also like. completely detached? A hell mess of dissociation and too much being in the moment

He deployed a ton of traps that would kill without him actually having to be there, and contraptions that would get him resources. Dude was constantly on the move, and was like a busy bee. The way he kept spectators on their feet at home, and generated massive amount of hype for what he did next, was the only reason the game makers let him do this shit.

His eye was injured but not wholly ripped out like Doc, so when his got repaired his stylist decided dying his iris red would be a fun reminder of his 'deadly gaze' :)

False:

From district 2, False volunteered for the games as she was the most eligible girl in her years. Career district go brrr

Still the Queen of Hearts and Bodyparts, except she got that title when she accidentally disemboweled someone right on top of her trying to kill her. yeah she had to smile at the post games interview when they played that and try not to remember how warm the blood was, how it got into her mouth, how she could feel organs and see spine.

Unlike the others who try to distance themselves from the game, False usually tries to mentor. False knows she's capable and able - knows her district produces girls who fight exactly like her, so she's the best to tell them how to direct it.

Each one that comes home is a triumph, but for the ones that don't she remembers. Tries to learn from their deaths to provide better, but carries it with her and it's starting to make her bitter.

okay wow this is getting long, i can do a part 2 if you'd like for Scar, Grian, Gem, Etc !!

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I have a sad headcanon. The mothers aren't forced to stay after have brought the children to the gate. They can return to the house and let the children with the demons. Isabella make the choice to stay and watch everything until the end because she considers that she must stay until the end, that she can't abandon them at this moment after have took care of them for years. Also a part of her see that as a punishment. She is accomplice of this system, she chooses to live by sacrifing those children. And the most important is that she LOVES them. So she stays until the very end because she feels she deserves to suffer and that she must stay at their side until it's over.

Norman and Emma have seen Isabella spoke with the demons. It's because they are used to see her since it has been 12 years, almost 13, that she is doing that so their discussion seems to show that she is as much cruel than them.

And she seems to be indifferent and cold because 1) no way she show weakness to demons (and that's useless anyway) 2) she is horribly used to it so acting cold is more easy after all those years 3) closing her heart in those moments is the best way to doing that without breaking. 4) we see that she kept the toys of all the kids as precious memories. She could send it in another orphenages and forget about it but no. She kept all of those toys.

So i'm pretty sure that it deeply hurt her to see them die, but she watches it because she feel she deserve to suffer and must see everything because looking away would be even more betraying them.

(Really both the mother and the son are masochists :/)

is this even a headcanon it's canon as far as I'm concerned

There's the little room off to the side where theoretically a Mom can excuse herself to avoid having to witness the gupna ceremony. Maybe they claim they need to grab one last thing or sign some paperwork before the child can be driven off to their new foster home. "It won't take long. Wait in the truck, dear, I promise I'll be back in a minute."

Isabella's a queen at compartmentalizing though, so maybe she views staying until the very end, as she stresses to Emma and Norman in chapter 25/episode 8, as her bi-monthly penance for sustaining her life as long as she can.

Norman and Emma have seen Isabella spoke with the demons. It's because they are used to see her since it has been 12 years, almost 13, that she is doing that so their discussion seems to show that she is as much cruel than them.

I like to think after childbirth Isabella was granted the mercy of having some time to recuperate instead of immediately being thrust into being a Mom so it's less than twelve years (as general practice and because of her amazing potential becoming the youngest Mom in Grace Field's known history, you'd think a few months to avoid any potential health risks and finalizing her transition to plant #3 would be a worthwhile cost for headquarters), and because I'm a masochist, I like to headcanon that Ray, Norman, and Emma were the first children raised solely by her and not overlapping with the previous Mom of plant #3 (excluding the child who arrived between Norman and Emma who was unfortunately shipped out at some point before turning eleven), so I see her arriving at plant #3 sometime during November or December of 2033.

Still, that's roughly a decade of going through this with a minimum of sixty children, not counting any children Ray potentially caused to be shipped out early with his experimentation with the tracker deactivator. She might not have done it with the first few, maybe thinking it was potential evidence that could be used against her as an indication of weakness, but eventually it does amass to quite a collection.

(S1 Episode 6 | Chapter 17)

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Uttar, an analysis

The ages of Uttar and Uttara are a big plot hole in the Mahabharat. I personally like to imagine Uttara as a 16 year old when she gets married (and Abhimanyu is 19), but Uttar is someone I am very confused for.

Uttar, along with his bro Shankh are mentioned during the Draupadi swamayvar. It is written that Virat arrived with the both of them, when mentioning the kings who had arrived.

Perhaps Uttar was a kid. Let's assume that he was a kid, 3 years old? Now, let's calculate. If we include the 12 year exile that Arjun had, the 13 year exile of the Pandavas, and an extra one year Uttar turns out to be 29 years old.

Even Abhimanyu's age can be calculated to be in the early thirties by some, but I kind of reject that theory. I personally see him being a young adult. But, the Upapandavas are another plot hole.

We know next to nothing confirmed about them, except that they were atirathis, and the manner in which they died. Even their achievements in the War are not specifically highlighted. Their ages are a point of contradiction as well. Their existence is mentioned ONLY after we are given a description of Abhimanyu's birth.

I personally feel that they could have been older. Abhimanyu being the youngest kid of the Pandavas might as well make sense. The Upapandavas were probably in their mid twenties- early thirties by that account.

Back to Uttar:

His actions are mostly termed as being cowardly. He was undoubtedly a decent warrior, as he had defeated Shalya, and COULD have killed him, if he had not boasted and given Shalya time to hurl a spear at him (LOL).

Uttar is someone who mostly spends time with members of the opposite sex. He is also the heir apparent of the Kingdom, and has relatively no experience of war. Doesn't mean that he was not trained enough. The most plausible explanation for his actions are that he panicked after seeing such a big army, that too alone.

Virat was a Maharathi, and Kichaka was one of the most powerful people alive at that time. I don't think that Uttar would have gotten to fight in any wars, when there were so many experienced warriors in the army already?

I came to the conclusion that he FELT that he could fight the whole army himself, and had a somewhat romantic view of the war, but when he saw the army, he panicked.

Uttar is a green boy, doesn't matter what his age is. It was his first war, and seeing the likes of Bhishma and Drona in front of him would cause panic to anyone.

Arjun did not TEACH him warfare (as shown in CERTAIN shows.) He just gave him confidence to fight. I personally feel that Uttar was the only prince of a small kingdom, where life went on peacefully, and he had no reason to prepare for a war, unlike certain princes. Uttar's future was already set.

If you closely observe Uttara's character, she feels like someone who is very naive and innocent. She asks Uttar for clothes for her and her friends' dolls, and he readily agrees. The siblings are not understanding the depth of the situation they are in, and It can be plausible that they are too pampered as children?

My conclusion is that Uttar was a bit arrogant prince who needed a bit of a reality check and a confidence boost. His age, I feel, should be seen as somewhere in mid to late twentie. That makes his and Uttara's bonding interesting, since she is 10+ years junior to him.

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About Averyll:

1: Where in the Faerûn is your Tav from? Averyll grew up in the country between Candlekeep and Baulder’s Gate. His mum and dad have an inn off of the Coast Way

2: What is your character's alignment? Chaotic Good

3: Race and subclass? Half-Elf Bard

4: If your Tav was a companion, where would they be found? Maybe just wandering along the risen road somewhere between the abandoned inn and Wakeens Rest.

5: Dark Urge or no? Nope

6: What companion are you platonically close with? Karlach is his ride or die BFF but he’s friendly with all of the companions. 

7: Romantically close with? Astarion and Halsin

8: Who are they suspicious of? The Dream Visitor 

9: Is your Tav from Baldur's Gate? Why are they travelling there? He spent a lot of time there as he traveled up and down the Sword Coast practicing bardic arts. 

10: Are they proficient in playing any instruments? Yes- viola

11: Weapon of choice? Rapier / Shortbow

12: What is their orientation? Like sexual orientation? Gay. Gay and slutty. 

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it? He doesn’t enjoy killing mindlessly, but can’t help getting swept up in the bloodlust during a good battle. 

14: What hobbies does your Tav have? He enjoys writing stories and drawing. 

15: What NPC's do they like? Which one's do they dislike? NPC’s they like: Dammon, Alfira, Isobel and Dame Aylen, Madame Lucretius NPC’s they dislike: Cazador, Gortash, Lorroakan, Roland, Auntie Ethel

16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Faerûn? They’ve become quite fond of owlbears and cave bears lately. 

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer? He does! Both his parents were adventures, so he came by it honestly. He hadn’t gone on too many adventures beyond the cities along the Sword Coast before the abduction. 

18: What would your Tav be doing if they weren't kidnapped on the Nautiloid? Probably continue their travels up and down the swordcoast. Had they not been kidnapped they likely may have found up in some kind of adventure. It would find them eventually. 

19: How do you think they'll meet their end? Dang. Hard to say! Probably shooting their mouth off to the wrong person at the wrong time, but that charisma is just too. Damn. high! So I’d like to imagine they’d die cuddled up with their loved ones safe and warm in bed. 

20: Would they destroy the elder brain or control it? Destroy!

21: What is your Tav's favorite spell? Faerie Fire/Cure Wounds

22: What languages is your character fluent in? Common and Elvish 

23: What do they do after the absolute crisis? Its a really hard choice for him because of how much he loves Karlach, but seeing Astarion run off smoking nearly broke his heart. He chased after him, sending Wyll in his stead. He and Astarion are currently adventuring through the underdark to find a cure for Astarion’s sun sensitivity. 

24: Does your character believe in the afterlife? Not really. 

25: What arcana major best represents your Tav? The Fool

26: What animal best represents your Tav? The swallow

27: What was their life like before the events of BG3? Pretty interesting. Averyll was still close with his parents, but had left the nest as it were. He was in the process of finding himself as he journeyed from country to city singing his stories.

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader? He’s the leader and he’s pretty bewildered as to -why-. He’s the youngest and the least experienced and everyone relies on his decisions. It's a little overwhelming but he’s doing his best. 

29: Does your Tav want to utilize the tadpole powers or not? Hell yeah gimme them worms

30: What's your favorite thing about your Tav? He’s a good kid. He has his flaws, of course, but has a big heart. He wants to do right by the people he cares about and try to leave the world better than he found it. If he can make someone laugh or smile with his songs or quips it makes his day. I also love how he seems incredibly innocent and is VERY much not.