#catboy-jupiter

[suzukiblu]

YJ accidental baby acquisition pls ^^

“That’s definitely worse,” Clark sighs, looking–well, he looks troubled, at least, but Tim doesn’t actually know what part of this is troubling him so damn much either way. He got two-thirds of his kids by leading a damn uprising on Warworld, for fuck’s sake, so he doesn’t see why taking in a kid who was also supposed to end up being forced into a violent and dangerous situation and figure out how to survive it and also needs a very specialized kind of taken care of that they’re equipped to offer is apparently not worth mildly inconveniencing themselves over. 

Except for the obvious fact that Clark didn’t react to finding out about Kon that way, anyway, which is a not-very-subtle underlying issue that is not really helping this situation.

[lizhly-writes]

@catboy-jupiter I bring you the beach episode!! mu qingfang's terrible romcom will be brought to you in another post :D

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"Just checking," Han Sooyoung said, sneaking suspicion in his mind. "Have you ever been to the beach, ever?"

Han Sooyoung could have sworn Kim Dokja lived in Seoul. If that was the case, then the beach should have only been a train ride away for her. It wouldn't have been hard to visit. But then again, Kim Dokja had no life, so who knew.

Kim Dokja made a face. "I've been to the beach."

"So you know what people do at the beach, right?"

"I'm not an idiot."

"So what do you want to do at the beach?"

"...It might be nice to go swimming," Kim Dokja said, sounding a little like he was dragging the answer out of her.

"Great," Han Sooyoung said. "Then go ahead and do that."

Kim Dokja didn't move.

Why was this so hard. Tell her about some cool scenario-breaking item and she'd gladly nearly die for the privilege of fetching it. Tell her she could have a nice swim, and it was like all of a sudden she was too good for everyday human things like enjoying herself.

"Okay," Han Sooyoung said, dragging a hand down his face. "What's the actual problem."

"I don't have a problem."

"You clearly have a problem. If you didn't have a problem, you would be out in the water right now. Instead, you're arguing with me about whether or not you have a problem."

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my December 18th post here; Cards and Coins (which was intended to be for @nejihinata's NejiHina Week today, until I got Very Sick this week) for @twyrewolf, @whimsicalmeerkat, @eriquin, @inevitablyuncertain, @catboy-jupiter, and @stonemaskedtaliesin, thank you!

Hinata smiled at him in welcome, and Neji leapt up beside her, careful to avoid the cloth and cards she had spread before her. ‟Hello, my love.” Hinata stroked his muzzle, along his jaw and cheek to bury her fingers in his ruff. ‟Good hunting?” Neji flicked an ear, whuffing, and licked her inner forearm. Hinata laughed, fingers curling deeper, and she bowed her head as Neji paced closer, nuzzling their brows together. Neji returned the caress, sighing into the loose fall of Hinata’s hair, then tucked his chin over her shoulder.

Hinata only hugged him tighter. Neji nosed her neck as he drew back, casting a look down at her cards, curious. Though Hinata had taken them up easily - she knew how to use them, though they had been unfamiliar to Neji; she must have learned in the time they had been kept apart when they were young - they were a recent addition. A gift from one of the pair of oni who enjoyed Hinata’s flowers and brought their own down from their mountains to trade with her. Neji shifted away, settling on his belly near Hinata’s hip, where he could watch. Hinata cocked her head, stroking him affectionately, and Neji glanced up, then pricked his ears towards the tableaux in progress. There was at the left of centre and just below, the Four of Wands - four tall staves draped with fluttering fabric and garlands, two couples dancing beneath - and at the right and just above, the Nine of Coins. Hinata hummed, ruffling Neji’s ears, then took up the deck once more, turning out the Queen of Coins - Neji’s tail swished as he lifted his head; he knew the lady it depicted, serene with a knowing look in her eyes, was Hinata. Even without the surrounding of sunflowers that was an incidental coincidence. She matched it on the other side with the Sun, and yet more sunflowers. Neji whuffed, settling his muzzle on his mate’s thigh.

[reallypheelingit]

drawing of lovely imperial gijinka duo Jupiter and Ramiel for @rabid-catboy !!

[madelynpryor]

i love making variations of my skin so have a st patricks day one :3

[somefishycat]

WIP Wednesday 11/6/24, 12/4/24, and 12/18/24 (ones left behind only; others are on the other post)

Sentences under cut!

ones left behind for @wizisbored @quietly-sleeping @whimsicalmeerkat @aparticularbandit @kalira (x2)

@enigma-the-mysterious @stonemaskedtaliesin (x2) @sourb0i (x2) @auburnlaughter @catboy-jupiter

@asha10100101010 (x2) @lizhly @rainy-weather-supremacy @eriquin @twyrewolf

Darius pulls his palisman out of his hair. He gives Raine an expectant look until they summon their own staff. The fox palisman is fine. He blinks at Eber and Darius, probably unused to being seen on a staff. But the staff itself… is held together with glue and layers of tape. Because Raine smashed it. Eber still cannot believe they actually did that. “Can you even fly like that?” Darius asks skeptically. “Eda said it's fine,” Raine says. “It's a temporary fix, but it won't fall apart just from flying.” Well. Eber knows who they're riding with. “... I don't think I should take any passengers though,” the bard adds after an awkward pause. Ha! They thought not. Eber jumps onto Darius's shoulder, digging their claws in when he threatens to shake them off. “You shouldn't need to,” the man says. He sighs, giving up on dislodging Eberwolf. “If you're ready?” They leave, then. Eber watches and listens carefully, but they don't run into the Collector the whole way there. Unfortunately, they don't see any people, including the kids, either. Maybe once they're on the ground they can track them? Darius’s breath stutters as the Skull comes into view. It's easy to see why. Nearly a third of the Titan’s head is gone, rearranged into the crown of bone that floats above it. Pacing the uneven floor of the exposed skull cavity, Eber finally spots her. A snarling avian with four… three. Three legs, they realize, as the beast turns to screech at the approaching witches. Raine mentioned something about that, didn't they? Taking her branded arm off? Looks like it affected her cursed form as well. That's five fewer claws Eber needs to avoid, anyway. They touch down on the opposite side of the exposed cavern. Darius places Eberwolf on the floor and wisely gets out of the way. “We're just passing through,” Eber chirps. “Not looking for a fight.” It's only partly a lie. Eber doesn't want to have to fight Eda if they can avoid it. “Fuck off,” the beast roars back. … But they might not have the option to avoid it. Raine takes a step forward. “Eda?” They look directly at the beast, only breaking eye contact for a moment to glance down at her shortened leg. Dumbass. But a convenient dumbass. The beast is now fully focused on them. She charges at the bard as Darius wisely steps aside, giving Eber a chance to circle around behind her. “Eda. I know you're not going to hurt me.” The beast, unsurprisingly, continues rushing forward. She leaps over a large rock, wings flaring and forelegs extended to catch herself on the ground… but she's forgotten, or maybe isn't quite intelligent enough to understand, that she only has the one now. She stumbles. It slows her down just enough. Eber jumps on her back, pinning her wings so they won't break under the sudden weight of the net. And, yes, there IS a net. He summons the heaviest one he can manage and throws it over the both of them.

[zyrafowe-sny]

December 4th WIP Wednesday Game Community Answered Asks — Fluff-cember & Unspecified

Thanks, all — I posted a (slightly belated) fic for Fluffcember Day 1:

burnt to perfection (400 words) by Jagodzianka Fandom: Nimona (2023), Nimona (Webcomic) Rating: General Audiences

@meggiejolly

There. Four cheerful mugs, filled with four cheerful drinks. Three hot chocolates — one with some chili — and one peppermint rose chai.

@catboy-jupiter

"Don't forget the marshmallows!" Nimona called out.

"For me too, please," Ambrosius quickly added.

(As expected, Gregor proclaimed he didn't want any.)

@kalira

Meredith did a quick search of the pantry and emerged victorious. Carefully, she dropped five tiny marshmallows each in two of the mugs.

Two hot chocolates (now with marshmallows), one spicy hot chocolate, and of course her own (seasonal) chai.

@stonemaskedtaliesin

Perfect.

She carried the tray of drinks over to the coffee table, grabbed her mug, and curled up in her wingback armchair. Meredith's tea was a smidge too hot to sip, but she was content to let the mug warm her hands and the steam was a delightful blend of harmonious fragrances.

@spindoctor3875

"What's wrong?" Gregor asked Ambrosius.

Meredith squinted and cocked her head. As far as she could tell, Ambrosius seemed fine, but Gregor certainly knew him better than she did.

@tamsinswriting

"I…uh…at home, at my family's home that is, the marshmallows would always be roasted," Ambrosius said a little sheepishly.

"Roasted marshmallows?" Meredith asked. "Like over a campfire?"

@kallisto-k

They'd made s'mores a few times on excursions outside the Wall, but their Tower didn't (currently) have a fireplace. Perhaps they should add one.

"I don't know, maybe toasted?" Ambrosius ventured. "Definitely gooey and crispy."

@whimsicalmeerkat

Sounds fancy," Nimona chimed in.

"Don't worry about it, it's too much trouble," Ambrosius backtracked apologetically, and hurriedly took a sip which he then clearly regretted, given the expressions he made — Meredith suspected he'd just burnt his tongue.

"You have a blowtorch, don't you, Gregor?"

[kallisto-k]

WIP Wednesday Fills 11/20 & 12/04: Accidentally Taking Comfort

Thanks for the asks @kalira @twyrewolf @zyrafowe-sny @sourb0i (x2)

and @and-make-it-double @rainy-weather-supremacy @catboy-jupiter @eriquin!

“Can I have juice?” Billy asked one afternoon as they watched a movie Steve had nicked from his work. It was some comedy and while Steve was enjoying it, Billy was mostly enjoying the carefree and relaxed feel in the room. He’d snuggled into the corner of the couch and pulled a quilt over his lap as he watched the movie.

“Juice?” Steve’s voice wasn’t judgemental but Billy still felt himself shrink into the seat a bit. “I think there’s some in the fridge.”

Billy didn’t even think to get up, remaining in his warm couch corner. Steve hadn’t said he actually could have it. He only said that he thought there was some in the house. 

“Do you want me to get it for you?” Was Steve teasing him? Billy wasn’t sure, but it looked like Steve was getting ready to stand so Billy took the chance. 

“Please?”

Steve stopped halfway to his feet. “Are you feeling okay, Billy? Did you get sick again?”

The question had Billy freezing. He wasn’t sick, but Steve was nice and took care of him when he was and Billy found himself desperate for Steve’s tending once more. So Billy lied. “I’ve got a headache.”

He didn’t expect Steve to come back to the couch, his hand out-stretched. Still, Billy stayed in place as Steve gently checked his temperature and hummed. “I’ll get you some water too.”

As Steve left the room, Billy’s stomach tightened with guilt. He shouldn’t feel so badly about lying to Steve but it wasn’t like they were still at each other's throats all the time anymore. They were friends, weren’t they?

But when Steve handed him first the red plastic cup of juice and set another of water on the side table by Billy, he didn’t say anything. He just hunkered further down in the couch with the quilt he was quickly claiming as his and murmured a quiet ‘thank you’.

[wizisbored]

wip wednesday sentences for 4/12

nimona centaur au @twyrewolf, @eriquin, @kalira @tamsinswriting, @kallisto-k

That seems to take him off guard. Of course it does, she doubts he could conceive of someone not loving his precious Institute.

“Nimona, this is a great opportunity for you. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Saints, do I have to spell it out?! I didn’t want to join the Institute. I was forced into it. I hate everyone in this building and most people outside it. That clear enough for you?”

Boldheart just blinks at her for a moment.

“...I think the Director might have overestimated my teaching abilities.”

“You don’t say.”

He shakes his head slightly. “Forget I said that. Nimona, who made you sign up?”

The Paranormal Investigative Society of Dormitory Four @catboy-jupiter, @meggiejolly, @sourb0i, @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin

“It will help her help you. She needs to know these things, but you don’t talk to her.”

“So you went behind my back? I don’t want her to know, am I not allowed to make that decision?”

“I’m just trying to do what’s best for you.”

“Yeah, well you’re not doing a great job of it, Dad.”

She can tell that stung. Good. Let it.

“Lydia, please. Can you let me speak to you face to face? I’ve missed you this week.”

“Did Delia tell you to say that?”

“No? Of course I missed you.”

Its Not Me @zyrafowe-sny, @rainy-weather-supremacy, @auburnlaughter @asha10100101010, @violet-prism-creatively, @lizhly

“I can, yes.”

“And if I turn into a rat, can I ride in your bag?”

Dr Blitzmeyer seems to consider this for a moment. “I may have to put you in the biohazard disposal bag.”

“Fine by me.”

Nimona leaves her bedroom huddled in the bottom of a yellow plastic bag, a crinkled sliver of ceiling visible overhead. She hears the doctor clear her throat.

“Nimona is coming back to my clinic with me. She’s in my bag. She’s asked if you could pack a bag for her.”

“Oh- Yes, of course,” Ballister’s voice replies.

“I’ll give you my card, it has the clinic’s address and open hours.” Nimona feels her digging into a pocket in the bag.

“Thank you. Did Nim mention we’re working on making me her power of attorney?”

“She didn’t, but that’s good to know. Are you needing a certificate provider?”

“Oh, you know the process?”

“Yes?” the doctor asks, in a way that says doesn’t everyone?

“That would be really helpful, thank you."

From the back of a Blood Red Mare @whimsicalmeerkat, @somefishycat, @stonemaskedtaliesin

They turn a head or two on their way in; half a dozen scruffy men and one proper lady, a bit of an odd band. One head in particular seems to be watching them with more than a little suspicion. A lawman. With a quick word to the gang to hang back, Ambrosius dismounts, handing his reins to Mansley and approaching the stranger with a practiced friendly smile.

“Fine day, isn’t it, sir?”

He gets a grunt in response.

“I noticed on my way down this street here that you’ve got posters up for a certain Ballister Boldheart. He wouldn’t have happened to pass through here, would he?”

The man spits. “Him and his damn hell-beast of a dog, you mean?”

[sinshiney]

i would love to know about the non-existent griddlehark Jupiter ascending au. please.

nnnNNNHGGG YESSs okay so, this is also technically a Nova au because I love when Harrow gets to punch things.

Gideon is the genetic match for Jod's late daughter, Prince Kiriona, and she replaces her as his new heir. She works at a Renaissance Faire during the summer between semesters at university and makes extra money by selling her plasma.

Since Kiriona's death, the Lyctors (Mercy, Augustine, and newcomer Ianthe) have been arguing over how her inheritance should be divided up and Gideon showing up throws a wrench into everyone's plans. Ianthe was hoping to use Kiriona's death to rise in the ranks of the Lyctors, but realizes that she's being shut out by Mercy and Augustine. She sends Harrow (an indentured servant and former soldier/ Gideon's new catboy girlfriend) to retrieve Gideon with the intention of getting into Jod's good graces.

Coronabeth and Camilla are mercenaries who have been working the RennFaire for weeks to get close to Gideon. Corona keeps trying to murder her for Ianthe's sake, and Camilla is trying her best to keep Gideon from walking straight into sexy, sexy death. Harrow shows up, makes a lot of noise, inadvertently sets half the faire on fire, and immediately kidnaps Gideon.

That's all I've got so far! I just thought it would be really fun to have an angry Nova catgirl supersoldier who's Jod's perfect killing machine but she only weighs 8 lbs and Gideon keeps scritching her ears. Plus the actual TLT parallel of people constantly dressing Gideon up like a doll. Also, Harrow gets to break up Gideon and Ianthe's wedding.

Also also, please consider the 'i like dogs' scene:

Gideon : Maybe it's my genes. Maybe I have defective engineering, too. [moving closer] And if that's the case... is there any way to fix it?

Nova: [backing away] You are royalty now. I'm a Splice. You don't understand what that means but... I have more in common with a cat than I have with you.

Gideon: I love cats. I've always loved cats.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk

[cosmo112]

@mintx @jupiter-reimagined @juno-of-wonderland @strawberrybuni uhh @vampcubus your chill + I have a gag on your blog so now your cursed to have a stray trans catboy in your inbox

[suzukiblu]

some "the Last Son of Krypton meets Hypertime Kon" please! ^^ (was rlly excited to see this one. i did suggest interdimensional shenanigans as a theme hoping this one would make the cut if you chose it lol)

“That would explain the pierced ear and the fade, yeah,” Hal says with a laugh, shaking his head disbelievingly. Kon scowls at him, folding his arms defensively and half-baring his teeth–baring specifically his front teeth, none of the others, and in a very specific, sneering way that Clark had half-forgotten ever doing himself. Or–hasn’t thought about as something that he’d used to do in a long time, at least. 

He remembers the instinct, though–he’d bared his teeth just the same way as a kid. He’d had to break the habit when he’d left Smallville, where it wasn’t just a quaint little quirk of the Kent boy’s and would’ve stood out more. 

It’s . . . strange, almost. It’s something he’s never felt before, more like. Just a quiet little whisper of me too, but in a very different way from any other time he’s thought anything like that.

[lizhly-writes]

November 26, 2024

No, it's not Wednesday, but. I have something I need to finish ON Wednesday, so here we are.

the doksoo beach episode

spite??? (won't be shared from)

mu qingfang's terrible romcom

transmigrated as the female lead's villain fiance

the therapy fic

"Seriously?" Han Sooyoung said. "You're at the beach. Why are you wearing that?"

Kim Dokja looked down at herself. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she said, as if a collared shirt, long white coat, and slacks was normal beach attire.

Han Sooyoung wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting, but he probably should have expected this. Kim Dokja didn't believe in the beach. That would require Kim Dokja to believe in the concept of relaxation, and he was pretty sure she hadn't believed in that since the scenarios started.

"I don't know, everything?"

"Very funny," Kim Dokja said.

"I'm just saying," Han Sooyoung said, waving a hand around. "People normally wear less." Even he was wearing less. T-shirt, shorts, no shoes, that kind of thing. That was the kind of thing you wore on a warm and beautiful day near the ocean, not business casual.

Kim Dokja furrowed her eyebrows faintly. "...You're telling me I need to wear less clothing?"

Okay, yes, that was essentially what Han Sooyoung had said, but why did it sound way worse when she said it.

"Gross," Han Sooyoung said immediately.

the doksoo beach episode

aparticularbandit

wizisbored

catboy-jupiter

spite???

friend-shaped-but

zyrafowe-sny

auburnlaughter

edisacornball

transmigrated as the female lead's fiance

eriquin

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my November 27th post here; #14 - Sex for @eriquin and @catboy-jupiter, thanks! Realised this afternoon that this was on my very first WIP Wednesday post >.>; might be finally finishing it tonight, however!

‟Mate.” Kunimasa said with satisfaction, rubbing the small of Manami’s back, cupping his hip. Manami’s purring grew louder, his scent sweetening, and Kunimasa rubbed his cheek against his mate’s hair, tucking him closer. Kunimasa breathed deeply, a rough rumble catching in his throat. ‟You can’t possibly want to be fucked again already. . . Mm?” Manami mewled, arching and rubbing against him, and Kunimasa growled, kneading his ass. ‟It’s you, Masa-nii,” he said, lifting his head and licking at Kunimasa’s jaw, nuzzling, ‟I’ll always want you,” he paused, purring throatily, ‟I’m yours.”

[leggerefiore]

Team Galactic, grunts and commanders alike, being perplexed by Cyllene the 2nd/Cyllene Junior and the whole base going ham after Cyrus brings her to work.

You know Team Galactic would have been internal conflicts i.e. a very messy fandom war over Cyrus being a "knows what sex is, does not fuck," or a "knows what sex is, does fuck," kind of guy (clearly Saturn and Mars fall into the latter). The poor baby girl is evidence that Cyrus does fuck (at least occassionally).

The highly inappropriate and unprofessional gossip does not end with this discovery though. The Cyrus-fuckers within the organization now need to know HOW he fucks, for science of course, and heated discussion is part of the learning process.

The idea of the little lady being born post-PLA is cute, being named after the ancestor who set Cyrus on the right path and gave the reader a chance to prove herself worthy. Though her being born beforehand and Cyrus and/or reader realizing in retrospect that they made a fantastic choice in naming her after the good captain is also good.

A secret 3rd option is for the baby to be born in Hisui, named after her "cousin".

High Five Anon

Saturn has to excuse himself. He's so mad someone else got Cyrus's dick before him and then even somehow further convinced him to have a kid. There's no way that child was an accident, the Galactic Boss is too careful to make an error like that. This is a completely unfair world. He is Cyrus's favourite commander, too! Catboy enraged.

Former group of no fucking is more correct alas. He doesn't Fuck often. It's too much for him, but there are moments when base instinct and how restrictive emotions break free in him and he needs some physical contact with his partner. Poor guy still isn't really liking the whole Emotions thing.

Is Jupiter opposed to Mars's and Saturn's views? Just ugly fandom war even among the commanders. (Charon doesn't care since he isn't a True Cyrus Fan™️.) Mars is going full "I told you so" on Jupiter since Saturn is too busy fuming to do it himself.

Cyrus heard this and was still not caring enough to put a stop to it. He just covers Cyllene's little ears. Such filth needn't bother her. She just babbles and coos at her father in return, warming his usually cold heart.

Saturn firmly stands in his point Cyrus likes kinky shit. "I mean we do call him Master Cyrus..." Mars argues he probably doesn't do much work in bed since he just seems like the "softer" type. They are now in a petty squabble amongst themselves.

He, actually, is pretty lazy in bed and doesn't really have any kinks because he rarely regards sex in his mind. There are times he prefers a more dominant type of action, but usually, he's just going along with whatever his partner likes.

I think normal Cyrus post-giving up his plans names his daughter after Cyllene because he definitely pulled his team's insignia from her somehow. He just could not think of a good name and after seeing how much his child unfortunately favoured him named her after his ancestor. It worked out well since it fit her.

The Hisui au Cyrus 100% named her after the captain. A form of respect to her kindness and care for both him and his partner in their time in the past. He does not want her memory lost to time and tells his daughter endless stories about Cyllene, so she knows how name-sake was a powerful, brave woman.

Her being born in Hisui, though, and named after Cyllene actually flusters the captain secretly. She truly was frozen when you both announced the pregnancy to her and then again when the child was actually born. A little girl you both instantly agreed to name after her. She feels so warm inside to know her impact on you both was positive and lasting enough for you to name your child after her.

Now, she also secretly really wants to hold the baby and is awkwardly standing in the infirmary until her willpower gives out. (Cyrus and you invite her to, and she is instantly charmed by her decades' down descendant. Such a tiny face and hands and little tufts of blue hair. It makes her excited for whenever she will start her own family.)

[asha1010101010v2]

wip wednesday—27/11

(sorry for the backlog!) for @tamsinswriting, @catboy-jupiter , @saiditallbefore , @1attheedge , @somefishycat , @twyrewolf, @lizhly , and @edisacornball :

from “never love an anchor”:

Because Hogwarts was the warmest place to stay over the winter for many students, there was a relaxed policy on how many could spend the winter. The Ministry funded all accommodation and tuition-related expenses for students, and so many who didn’t need to work for their families or didn’t have better homes to go to stayed.

But why Newt had also stayed for the vast majority of the summer, Theseus couldn’t explain, either. There was a regular service running on the express, once a week through the summer months, and Newt had come home on precisely the last one.

Finally seeing Newt again, kicking at fallen leaves near the gutter, had taken Theseus’s breath away. He’d grown, his little brother. He’d grown up in the time they’d spent apart and Theseus had no idea what to say other than that he was still so, so worried.

“Newt,” Theseus said, stretching out his arms.

Newt retreated back, catlike, and twisted his fingers together. In a quiet voice, he said: “Hey, Thes.”

There was something more substantial about him that Theseus couldn’t place, but coupled with a strange new awareness of his surroundings. Newt’s eyes darted to each passerby where before he’d have spent too much time looking at moss or strange bugs or whatever else would derail their walk that day. He had three spots peppering his jawline.

“How was school?”

“It was alright.”

“How are your marks?”

Newt went stubbornly silent. Theseus felt it ignite something dangerous and frustrated behind his ribs, the questions boiling on his tongue. For now, he bit down, bit them back. Hoping Newt would fill the silence with a little news about his successes or failures.

They walked together to the station, Theseus trailing Newt’s trunk behind them with a subtle charm, Newt walking a little ahead with his shoulders hunched and head down.

There were a million questions Theseus could have asked. The Auror programme was two years of intensive academics, two years of mixed academics and training, and then one final year of practical work before qualifying for active duty.

Now in the thick of his second year, reduced to dripping burning candle wax on his wrist to stay awake in the middle of the night to study, Theseus had begged for the day off the moment his parents had explained.