#don't ask how he has made a full roast as if he was human

[night-wilf]

Writing prompt 122:

Alfred is an ex-street cat who found a crying baby bat in the dump of a lab. The critter clinging to him as h goes to the old home of his master for some food.

The little bat becomes as large as a great dane, the product of illegal testing on animals that is shut down.

Naturally this monster sized bat begins adopting human children to save them from cruel humans. Said children don't mind as a father is better than no parents. This odd family is no different for them.

Together they move into Drake manor and find themselves going into wildlife care to better care for their idiot father.

[abybweisse]

Hello there, I have been going around asking a few media analysts/theorists the same (albiet kinda contreversial??) question.

soooo i think the likelyhood of Sebas eating o!ciel's soul is hella likely towards the end of the series.

and although i think this isn't a bad ending, i am TERREFIED over how it will play out visually.

In the black butler live-action movie, Sebas kisses our earl in order to eat his soul, and in the end of the season 1 anime, a similar implication was shown.

I mean, I know we can't exactly conclude what scene Yana will draw out for us or even the solid conclusion in general, but do you believe that visually, a "kiss" between both characters will be shown in the manga?

Personally, I would be utterly dissapointed to follow a manga for so long for it to show a whole minor and adult kissing, even if it isn't romantic, because people will interpret it the wrong way (s*baciel shippers) or just be justifably uncomfortable by it (normal kuro fans).

have a nice day!

How will/would Sebastian collect our earl's soul?

Well, keep in mind that the live action movie doesn't even have "Ciel" in it. It's Sebastian brought back to the human realm by a female direct descendant of "Ciel", suggesting that "Ciel" lives to be old enough to have kids. It's implied that Undertaker is out of the picture by now, as the somewhat steampunk reaper is no one we've met before.

In the downright horrible adaptation, everyone in the future, by then, is now Japanese. The girl has to deal with situations that are ridiculously similar to her ancestor's ordeals. Basically, it was like... a way to have that kiss without both characters (or actors) being male, as if that made the age difference no longer relevant. Age of consent in Japan is rather low (like 13?), but still. And they work-in the idea that she has to dress as a boy to be taken seriously by others (and get her inheritance?), just like our earl thinks he has to pretend to be his older twin. This gives those shippers something to work with, despite the fact it's a female actor and a female character.

However, in s1 of the anime, Sebastian does look like he's about to go in for the kiss of death. That's not necessarily what he's about to do -- he might just get close to our earl's face and literally (and not sexually) suck out his soul. Like... we might see his soul physically ripped from his body and passing through the air from one to the other. But, again, fan service prevails in the anime, so they stop right before Sebastian begins to feed... leaving the intended next move to the imaginations of the viewers.

What worries me is the fact the manga series is also chock full of fan service for shippers. I'm hoping it's a "rip his soul out" scene without locked lips, though I expect their faces to get close, as they have before several times throughout the series.

Chronologically, we have this scene (drawn twice) from ch138 and ch139, depicting when they first made the contract. He gets right into his face (and upside down) when discussing payment.

Then ch62, the infamous bath scene shortly after Phantomhive Manor is restored.

And ch147, just after our earl destroys a roast duck.

There have been other occasions, I'm sure, but these are three very memorable ones... and two are about eating.

It's interesting to note that the only time we've seen Sebastian approach our earl's face upside down (so far) is when clarifying the terms of his payment once the contract is completed.

I would like to see something similarly creepy (like upside down) when it's time to collect that payment... if their faces even have to get close. Reapers collect souls without getting close to faces. Then again, they use special tools and don't eat the souls. However, I imagine that demons don't necessarily have to remove souls through the mouth/nose, either, if they don't want to.

Sebastian, being the "perverted gourmet" that Yana-san calls him, is likely to choose a method that adds some garnishing touch to his meal. I honestly can't say what that might be, other than doing something that brings forth certain emotions (from the master) that enhance the flavors he seeks.

I sure hope that's not kissing.

[taeslovehandles]

THE UNSEELIE CURSE

Jimin was a half fae brought back to the land of the unseelie, tasked with nothing but one request from the king of the summer court. To shed his mortal skin ans become a full fledged member of the fae court. A fae no longer bound to the limitations of his mortal half. To gain power.

It sounded simple enough although Jimin had no clue how to 'shed his mortal skin'. All he was told was to mingle with the unseelie and try to become more like them. Get accustomed to their living.

He tried. He really did. But nothing that he tried seemed to work. Each week the king demanded his presence to dine and ask about his progress. Only to be disappointed that the half fae was still just that. Half mortal.

"Are you even trying at all?" The king asked with the low rumble of disapointment coating his words.

Jimin had noticed the king's brows furrowing deeper each time he was called with the same unchanged truth of his human side clinging to him.

"I am! It's just... I don't know what else to try..." He turner his gaze downward. His belly had grown admirably over the course of the weeks being kept in unseelie land. Unable to pass the forest because of his bound soul to the land of the unseelie by the king.

The food was...doing things to him. His body precisely.

"Lies! Don't lie to me, Jimin. I have ears and eyes everywhere in my court. Do you truly believe I do not know of your lack of trying by simply sitting at home in your cottage and tending to the lityle garden there? How you do nothing but make tea, eat our food and get drunk on our wine?" The king accused.

Jimin shrunk further into his seat. He wanted to hide away. "What am I supposed to do? I- I don't know how I can shed my mortal skin. No one gives me clear answers..."

"Silence!" The king roared and Jimin flinched at the aggravating stare he received for being truthful for once.

"You either shed your mortal skin or become trapped in it. Trust me you do not wish for the later to happen." The king let out an exhausted sigh and gestured toward his underlings to clear his empty plate.

"W-What happens to me if I can't shed my mortal skin- your highness?" Jimin filled his plate with a second serving of roasted meat and a side of sweet potato mash. Drowning it in a sea of thick and heavy sauce to dig into. The food here was otherworldly. Everything tasted like bliss and melted in Jimins mouth. He repressed a satisfied groan.

The king's eyes locked onto him and he leaned forward on the table to rest his head on his hands that were intertwined.

"Interesting. I did not take you for a fool."

Jimin looked up and swallowed. "A fool?"

"Yes. To ask the obvious. You can't tell me you haven't noticed the changes your body has been making ever since you got here. You are no fool, Jiminie. Are you?" The king sneered with a predatory grin on his face.

Jimin's cheeks turned a bright red and he felt the need to tug his stretched out shirt back down over his pregnant looking belly that was filled to the brim with food.

"I- I mean I just figured it was the fae food itself and me being half fae that bloated me a little."

"A little? Have you seen yourself recently, mortal?" The king leaned back in his golden seat expectantly and waited. Preyed.

"N-No? I mean, there are no mirrors anywhere. I mean my clothes got a bit smaller but it's fine." It was fine? Right? That was probably normal for humans eating fae food?

"It will not stop. Jimin. If you cannot shed your mortal skin you will be trapped in it. A human in unseelie lands will eventually get as big as a cow if tempted with fae food. Fae food is not made for humans if you noticed. What do you think happens to changelings when they cross over to our lands?" The king was now grinning at how ghostly pale Jimin had gotten.

"I have never seen changelings here." He answered, feeling dread crawl up his spine.

"Exactly." The king agreed.

"The moment they taste the food of our lands they are doomed. Without ever able to stop stuffing their mouth with it all of the changelings will eat and eat and eat until they are growing into sizes their own legs can't carry no more."

Jimin swallowed hard and put his fork down. Ge didn't want to know what happens after, but the king continued undisturbed.

"We collect them like cattle and bring them to specialzed farms to- mhmm how to put this, to unlock their true potential. Some grow to be the perfect breeders and carry young, others grow large breasts filled with delicate milk to nuture said young or for us to consume. While some act as the seedgiver. Breeding and keeping the farms running."

Jimin stared at the glas of milk and felt sick. "So you are saying that I will turn into one of them?"

"If you don't shed your skin, you will. Your body can't digest fae food properly and pile on the pounds. Of course I am no cruel man, I would not send you to the farms." The king made it sound as if getting fat wasn't such a big deal. But it fucking was!

"Where would I be?" Jimin asked uncertain. Despite having heard the gruesome reality of his situation his eyes kept trailing over towards the big pile of vanilla pudding coated in raspberry juice and sprinkles of nuts.

"With me of course. As my very big and constantly fattened pet."

Jimin swallowed. That sounded awful. The toothy grin he received in return did nothing to ease his mind.

"Do- do you even want me to be successful to shed my mortal skin? You highness?"

"But of course! You'd be the first to ever succeed. If I can gain the favours of the other courts by being the first to house a skin shedder my power will establish itself further."

The first? Jimin swallowed. "How many have tried to shed their mortal skin before me?"

"Oh, hundreds. It's truly a finicky task." The king waves it off as unimportant and took a sip of his fine wine.

"And...how- how many succeeded?" Jimin felt colder and colder the more he learned. He knew the answer before the king had even spoken.

"None."

None. Of course. So Jimins cards were already bad. He had no idea what to do to shed his mortal self, was already starting to have said mortal part of him cling to his bones in form of bulging and overfilling fat, making it harder to shed his skin in the first place and to that came the horror of his body craving the fae food so badly already that he was doing not much else but stuffing his face with it.

Great. That was just great.

For some reason Jimin's belly felt even heavier now. The epitome of his failure. The bigger he would get the harder he would drive home his new position as a fattened pet for the king.

"Please help me. I don't know how to shed my mortal skin." Jimin pleaded to the king. His belly rumbling to demand more food and be filled more.

"Oh you poor thing." Suddendly the king stood behind him. It happened so fast that Jimin barely blinked. He gasped and a hand was pushing a pastry between his lips.

"Of course I will help you. But first, let's finish our dinner. I would be very displeased to see my guest not tended to." The king's other hand began to grab Jimins soft and bloated belly. Kneading it, feeling it up and pulling it just to let it gently plunge back down to cause delicious ripples of fat.

Jimin chewed and moaned. The food too good to not indulge. "But you said that you wanted me to suceed for- for power?" It made no sense. If the king wanted Jimin to succeed why was he actively boycotting his own archievements?

"I know what I said." The king smiled and put another pastry to Jimins waiting mouth. Jiggling his belly once more.

"I still hope you can shed your mortal skin. However, I am not appeased to binding you to my personal chambers as a pet either. It's been so long." The king's eyes turned sultry.

"It is quite the forbidden pleasure to bed a mortal. But so, so sweet and tempting. Who knows. I either gain power or I will enjoy a new pet to play with. I can't quite decide what I want more."

The dark chuckle told Jimin everything he needed to know. He knew his answer. His belly grew outwards, filled out more with fat and growing larger. His shirt filling out with plumb moobs and his ass began to get stuck in the chair beneath.

The king did not want Jimin to succeed. He wanted a new pet.

And Jimin had run straight into the trap without thinking.

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I'm reading a dark mm romance book rn about fae and it inspired me to think kiny shit like what ifffffff they get fat. Ehehehehe. Imagibe x3 Hope u enjoyed!! Guess its a short or so. Idk. Should put it on my masterlist.

I did not write who the king is so u guys can pick any member u fancy x3 go wild!

[twistedtummies2]

IT ME- YA BOI- AGAIN!:D

Anyway.

For your TWST ocs, what do you feel would be their favorite snacks? EXCLUDING HUMANS. Like do they have a quick or filling comfort snack or meal after a long day or maybe when they’re down?

Well, in the case of three of my six canon pred OCs, humans actually ARE their favorite snack or meal, although I don't necessarily know if they count as "comfort food" for any of them. XD For Billy, I think his favorite type of treat would be chocolate. In terms of a full meal...he has a family recipe for a chocolate-glazed pot roast that he finds absolutely delicious (as well as massively fattening). That's not really a snack, because obviously it's something that takes time to make, but it is a meal he loves making from time to time. Chocolate, in general, however, is definitely something he enjoys. He also likes marshmallows, which...given how squishy he is, that seems only fitting. Ha ha. For Nakoda, he likes sweet breads, pastries, and pudding. As I said in an Ask a while back, his "comfort breakfast" is a dish called Puri, which is an Indian staple that consists of light, airy sweet bread served WITH pudding. When he can't get that, he just likes that kind of stuff in general. It's light, sweet, and simple. Elias LOVES bacon. He will buy packs of pre-made bacon strips, and just...have those, the way a person might eat sticks of jerky or something. He's a dog boy, after all, and we all know how dogs get over "Beggin' Strips." ;) Reno is a junk food addict. He loves cheeseburgers, fries, potato chips, onion rings, all that stuff. He likes sweet things too, especially mellowcreme candies (such as candy corn or mellowcreme pumpkins), but he's happiest with food that is thick, juicy, savory, and more than a bit greasy. Also drinks a LOT of soda. James I don't think DOES comfort food. Not in the TYPICAL way, anyhow. There's nothing he considers truly "comforting" that he can just...sort of buy at the store really quick or whip up in a few minutes. About the closest thing that probably comes close is good old bread-and-butter with jelly. He does, however, very much like seafood, and also poultry-based dishes, of various sorts. (Much like Ace, though, he isn't a fan of oysters.) Speaking of seafood, this is also a favorite for Smitty and Maelstrom. Smitty's "comfort food" is fishsticks: while he does like more "sophisticated" forms of fish-based cuisine, fishsticks are something of a childhood favorite, hence why I classify them, for him, as "comfort food." Maelstrom prefers sushi, sashimi, and ESPECIALLY kalimari, although it's hard to say if that last one qualifies as typical "comfort snack" type stuff. Theodore has a sweet tooth. He particularly loves hard candies, such as lollipops and gobstoppers, as well as red licorice, and a few forms of sweet bread, such as gingerbread. It's something a lot of people don't expect when they first meet him, but he REALLY enjoys sweet and sugary stuff. It's a combo of a fast metabolism and him keeping himself decently in shape that prevents him from gaining about a billion tons of weight. XD Finally, Grit has a love for lime creme pie and hot cocoa. This is actually a reference to "Return to Oz," where the Nome King - his inspiration - dines on "Limestone Pie and Hot Melted Silver" in front of Dorothy and her friends. Since Grit is only HALF Nome, I figure he'd prefer the more human-friendly version of the same. XD In-canon, the reason he loves these so much is because of his Mom. No one makes them the way she does, but he loves them even when they are "inferior copies." Ha Ha.

[slimestudy]

Study techniques that I use

So this one's a wee bit different from the other stuff I've posted thus far (well, it's bound to be, this is a third attempt at having a study blog for my madness that hopefully won't get overtaken by people who mistake aesthetic for a theme and start asking me specific fandom related questions).

Last evening, my friend asked me how I do studying (he has an exam coming up and isn't very studious person) since he knows that I am very serious about learning. Keyword learning, not studying.

So I ended up making the following list.

I. Optimise

Make sure that your study environment is comfortable and that you're wearing clothes that you feel comfortable in.

The more comfortable you feel, the less stressing the study situation will become to you. Wear soft clothes, sit in a weird position, lay on the floor, have snacks with you. Keep the room clean and ventilated for fresh air. Put on music.

Learning and magic have a lot of things in common, like the repetition making the master, but the thing that most matters in them are the circumstances. No trick will work and no lessons are learned unless certain criteria are met. And if you cannot find the right setting for it, you create it.

II. Breaks

Every 45 minutes, take a 5-10 minute pause, get up and walk around, every 2 hours take a longer break to get more snacks, food and something to drink.

The important thing is to move your body and stretch, get your blood to circulate and to get away from the studies for a moment to rest your mind.

While it is good to study, too much studying can slow you down as after a certain time limit, our brains stop taking in new information for the sake of processing the previous knowledge. As powerful as a human brain is, it isn't limitless and just like your computer and phone, it can very easily be overwhelmed by too many tasks and often there isn't enough memory left for processing.

III. Snacking

Light snacks, biscuits, cookies (preferably with chocolate), tea, coffee, juice, energy bars, berries, fruits, vegetable sticks, crisps. Your mind cannot concentrate on the important things when your stomach is fully empty and you can't stay sharp if it's too full.

You've seen the anime girls/boys/beings snack while they study at home and there's often something with chocolate, salt, and tea (mostly green tea) along with some fruits. And they're not there just to fuel your brain either, some of these foods actually help you to concentrate better like dark chocolate, coffee/tea, while the rest are there to give you vitamins (fruits, juice) or help bind water into your system and to cleanse your palate (crisps/chips) while also providing you with some energy (crisps/chips, salted roasted peanuts).

Snacks like these also help you to keep your blood sugar and pressure at a good level, which also optimises your chance to learn and memorise things.

If you're about to take an exam and have a low blood pressure, taking a chocolate bar and an energy drink might help you. It's basically using the wrong method to somehow come to the right solution.

IV. Air

Taking a longer break every once in a while to get some fresh air is always good. If you just stay indoors, you'll eventually start feeling sleepy, dizzy and tired. Fresh air and going outside for a bit can help you fix that. It's also good to detox for a bit and just chill in the park, relax and listen to birds and other nature sounds.

Don't forget your mask during the times when you're feeling sick or if there's an outbreak for a sickness. I'd recommend one that's made out of fabric, it's easier on your skin and there's a lot of cool patterns for them. They're also a lot easier to match to your outfit, either making you look cooler or cuter, giving you some space for yourself (because people won't recognise you that easily) and helping with potential dysphoria.

V. Notes

So notes right? You have to take them in the class, they're ugly, they make no sense, they're annoying. Let's change that shall we? Get your cutest notebooks, stickers, pens and just... Redo your notes with thought? When you're at home, you will have no pressure to write it down fast, you already have the things the teacher said, you can now take your time with them.

There's a word that you can't understand? Look up the dictionary for what it means and make a note of it write it next to the word (like this). Spend time with these notes and make them for yourself, you don't need to return that to the teacher and the teacher sure as hell doesn't deserve to see the masterful penmanship and the little doodles and illustrations for just talking at the front and making you take notes at the speed of light without really explaining anything.

You can also expand on what the teacher has already told you by going through that 50USD book that you were told to buy only for the bastard of a teacher to not even use it, you bought that thing, you might as well use it to the fullest before you sell it forward to the next student.

Here's the kicker.

You can redo your notes as many times as you want. And at the end of it you'll have that cool and beautiful looking handwriting you always envied that one studyblr for. You can make it even better?

And once you're done with the studies, don't throw the notebook away, the final version, you might want to go through it later. And seeing how well you made it, will fill you with pride and joy.

With each version of the notes, you will end up remembering more of the topic, that's why teachers at first tell you that your notes are important. But it's not the first draft of the notes that's important, no that's just there to showcase that you were there to listen to the teacher ramble, it's the final notebook that matters. Your notebook.

VI. Learning methods

So what type of learner are you, really? Visual? Audio? Kinetic? Which way are you more likely to remember what happened? Use this to your advantage. Record yourself reading the textbook, add music to the back ground and listen to it. Draw examples to help you visualise what it means. Do something with your hands while you read or listen. There is no right way to learn. Try things out, it will help. And if the method you tried wasn't for you, at least you can say that you learned about yourself.

VII. Profit

Your notes are finished and can be read through over and over again. You remember things and while the exam may not have gone like you anticipated, please don't be discouraged or disappointed with yourself.

After all, school doesn't really test about your actual knowledge but rather how much you can memorise within a certain time limit along with your ability to self study and independent work skills. And sometimes teachers are just assholes.

After you finish school, you'll end up noticing that there are no tests and that everything comes down to your ability to be independent and search for things and knowledge on your own. And learning how to study and search for information to obtain new skills is what school is really supposed to be teaching you.

Good luck!

-Slime

[i-love-hobbies]

The biggest criticism Lilith's redemption arc gets and Eda's biggest strength

(ft. me getting completely side tracked and wanting a Hooty redemption arc)

Ok, so firstly I wanna talk about real life and then say how it was done in the owl house.

I hate the words "Everyone should get what they deserve." Cause firstly this never happens, secondly, the words are very vague and it opens a window of miscommunication and thirdly, cause in Lilith's case they are focused at, she needs to be hurt in order to change.

There are even people that have said that they are looking forward to watching Lilith suffer (I don't know if I've said it on the internet but I was one of them.)

Revenge has been proven to not make people feel better. And a lot of therapists usually say you need to forgive people. That doesn't mean fix the relationship, it means try to stop wishing they get hurt. Cause the feeling is only hurting you.

Also it's a normal human feeling to be angry, so no I'm not calling people monsters for this. And forgiveness is a hard process that takes a lot of work, but it usually isn't helped by hurting others.

The words people usually use to defend this sentence are:

"Consequences change people's minds or at the very least make them scared of doing it again."

Ok so how about we use this sentence instead, it's short enough and the main mission now is keeping ourselves safe Instead of it being hurting someone, you're still wishing it but it's not the main goal, it's a secondary one.

Well, cause it immediately shows two issues both statements have.

Firstly a friendship with someone that wants to hurt you but is scared of doing so is not a healthy one, cause they'll just try to be sneaky. You can only do it with people that aren't close to you like how the authorities do it towards criminals.

Secondly punishments rarely change people's minds. They've never worked on me, especially when you attack my identity, cause this way you make it even worse. And expecting that you can change someone usually means you're about to fail.

"But we can't get rid of punishments, people will hurt us."

I'm not saying we should. I'm saying our main goal should be our safety and hurting them may happen but it shouldn't be important.

Or better yet:

"Building healthy boundaries to the point where you're not getting hurt anymore, but not going overboard."

Examples:

- You have a friend you see Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday. But on Wednesdays, after work, they usually are very ignorant of your feelings and sometimes joke at your expense. So you stop going out at Wednesdays.

They might never ask why you did it and that's ok, cause you're not getting hurt anymore.

But usually they do ask why? You explain to them the issue with respect, don't call them names.

Some people will change after this and you can get rid of the boundary later on.

Other people may acknowledge this and say it's a good idea, cause they are overwhelmed, but never change.

Other other people may start hurting you even more. You build the boundaries even more, sometimes to the point you cut them out of your life, even if they weren't hurting you intentionally.

Which is completely ok if you can't maintain contact without being hurt.

- Eda's handling of Gwendolyn's cures is another good one. She never called her names or anything. She just made sure that Gwen can't hurt her anymore. Cause it wasn't only the cures. Eda's feelings were always getting ignored. She literally couldn't talk with her about anything other than the curse. Her emotions were getting neglected.

- Eda's handling of Tibbles is also an interesting example.

At first after the scamming she just left him. She couldn't see how he could hurt her.

And in episode 14 she killed him. Cause he showed that he would do anything to murder her dump kids and knew their address. Almost same story with Adegast.

Yes murder in this extreme cases can be a healthy boundary.

Lilith's relationships with the owl fam

King:

King didn't know Lilith was living with them and knows about her neglect.

Luz:

Luz would only stand up for others never for herself which is very unhealthy. I don't know if she forgave Lilith, but I can see her not mentioning it if she hasn't and playing along as a teacher.

"The real mystery is how she can be both so smart and yet so wrong at the same time. Academics, am I right?"

The closest one to her she has roasted like this, is her mentor, who firstly makes people feel safe.

"EDA, You're embarrassing me Infront of my crew." - Raine, after thirty years of not seeing her.

Secondly, she was being a jerk, she was teaching Luz about cards while she was begging for magic lessons and was not getting it for weeks.

"Cards, the paper rectangles that old people think are fun."

Heck, she might even be scared of Lilith. She almost got killed.

So far I don't have a reason to think she likes her. She hasn't really talked with her or about her much.

Eda:

Eda has already shown that she can handle conflicts in relationships. Like in episode 9, where she got Luz into Hexside and everything I already said.

I made an entire post about Eda being too emotional and I still stand by it, but serious situations that have to do with relationships, she usually is very rational and good at handling them. Probably because of the curse making her afraid of her anger and countless people attacking her.

At the beginning of the series Eda probably was expecting that the worst case scenario would be for Lilith to catch her and if Lilith isn't given the time to realise what she did, she'd be killed and best case scenario Lilith changes.

Episode 5, where Lilith burned down her wanted posters, episode 8 where Lilith was gonna get her straight in the coven instead of arresting her, episode 11, where Lilith said she wanted for Eda to join on her own and episode 17, where they played grudgby.

Proved to her even more that Lilith cares a lot for her and maybe she will change.

Then episode 18 happened and King wanting hugs and Luz's "Let me die!" Suddenly the worst case scenario became not her dieing but her dieing and the trauma the kids will experience. The fact that they won't have her in their lifes.

Lilith says "Then why were you so easy to curse?!?" This does not sound like "I accidentally did this and I'm sorry." No, Eda thought Lilith did this on purpose. And now her kids might get killed by her own sister cause she was too naive to trust her.

From now on I don't think she was trying to kill her cause Lilith isn't dangerous without raw power like Adegast and Tibbles, but to disable her is a possibility.

To add to this Eda wasn't rational almost throughout the entire finale. She probably didn't pick up on the line "If you would just let me explain." Just like she didn't question why Lilith was thrown in a cage.

Then she learns that Lilith commited treason together with her kids and started feeling like she doesn't know the full story, but Lilith is still a caring person. So she jumps Infront of the beam to save both Lilith and King.

Afterwards Lilith shares the curse and has nowhere to go if she gets kicked out so there is no reason to believe that she would hurt them physically.

I know in a post I said I don't think she fully processed the situation with Lilith. But now I think I was only half right.

She didn't fully process how much she was hurt but she understood Lilith's situation. Forgave her as soon as possible, not immediately. But that doesn't mean she rebuilded the relationship as soon as she forgave her.

First of, the forgiveness part happened after episode 1. The entire episode she was guilt tripping her, which I don't think was helping the situation. It makes Lilith more emotional which then makes it harder for her to face reality.

I'm not calling Eda a bad person for this but I do think it was a mistake.

What wasn't a mistake but a good thing is Eda wasn't the one to listen to her problems, it was Hooty. Cause her emotional health matters too and standing in one room with her sister is challenging.

And now I'm wondering does Eda know about how Lilith was treated by both the coven and their parents.

Eda calling Lilith a tool, seems to me more of them competing with each other rather than the recent events. Also Lilith forcing her rules without saying why they are there.

I'm glad the episode ended with them switching roles, where Lilith is now more powerful. Though I'm pretty sure the roles are getting switched again.

So what about the rebuilding of the relationship or should I say trust.

Well they didn't show us much, but I think the trust isn't fully back.

Cause she has only been proving that she can be physically trusted like when she saved King's life.

Eda never opens up, which is unhealthy. But in this case it's a healthy boundary, cause King did it and he got Lilith projecting onto him.

Lilith isn't good at being mentally supportive and still has bad habits.

Lulu and Hootsifer

Hooty helping Lilith was something, she really needed and didn't take for granted, cause the only one to ever even consider this is Eda.

They are buddies that look out for each other. I wouldn't say they talk a lot about feelings as they have no idea how to do that, but there are examples where they do.

Like "What kind of a witch am I?" and Hooty's letter.

Her letter for Hooty, was supportive, but ignored the issue of Hooty always being in people's personal space.

Which led to Hooty drugging Eda, kidnapping three children and almost killing said kids when his plans didn't work the way he wanted. He also ate the letter for King.

I want a Hooty redemption arc, now!

[sonxofxgondor]

Brightened from the light of the flame, tanned skin nearly glowing, warm and very much of fellow Man, Boromir grasped the hand that was offered to he. Between his own, flesh pressed gently to flesh, started with just one but then accompanied by two. Embraced by hands that had seen the worst of war, only the best would be for the stranger to take, for Mat to eat and find peace within. Fish roasted over an open fire and flavored with local herb gathered by Legolas and Aragorn. Bergamot and monarda - plucked straight from the soil - golden honey for sweetness. A thick blanket that would keep the bitter winds at bay; woven from the cotton of distant lands, as dark as coal but as soft as butterfly wings, good for the tired spirit. Smile upon his lips but the true extent of his travels clear, an old bandage showing just how so across the eye, Mat needed the promise of a full belly, of safety from whatever torment he had come from.

"Mat Cauthon, the honor is mine. I am Boromir. Son of Denethor, the Steward of Gondor, and companion to the Nine. Please, come. Sit down next to me." Boromir smiled, releasing the hold that he had taken onto Mat and his hand, his weary fingers and bone. "Let me fetch you a blanket. You seem cold. Sam! If you'll please, get our friend here whatever is left of our dinner. Whatever that can be spared of our fish. I apologize. We've gone through all of our Lembas bread. It would have been yours, I promise, had our own stomachs not been so hungry. We've spent many days wandering on this journey of ours."

Places traded, into the stock of the Fellowship did Boromir search. Brown leather bags opened and sorted through, fingertips eager to separate and find just what it was he was looking for. Attention cast just across the way and back onto the burning wood, to Mat who watched with acute awareness the surroundings that welcomed him, there was a strange quality about the entire thing. Almost as if the stranger had stumbled from another world, tripped and fell into a hole that could not be climbed out of, struggled and fought. Mat was human, that much Boromir could tell and trust. But he was not of Middle Earth kind. Neither born nor provided for; never rescued from the home that had once been more familiar. Confusion was etched into his features. Decorated the color of his eyes, the flush of his cheeks, the way his hands and feet seemed to move to a rhythm that only Mat could hear. Little made sense. Answers would not reveal; the fire merely mocked the Fellowship as they tried their best to accommodate. Sam with wooden plate full of fish, Boromir with blanket underneath the arm. It had been found.

Boromir bequeathed, inquisitive glance spanning the whole of Mat but never in judgement, "for you, my friend. It might not appear to be much, but never have I felt a warmer blanket. It will keep you warm and comforted through the night. If you are thirsty, we have water. You only need to ask. I will see to it, too, that your wound is checked, if that may be alright. Aragorn, he is very talented when it comes to healing. He was taught by the greatest of Elves, Lord Elrond. He has saved me from many terrible wounds over our course together. I know he would gladly do the same for you. He's a good man. A very good man."

"You said you were lost. What do you mean by this?" Boromir asked, brows drawn together in a look that matched almost perfectly to Mat's own troubles. "Have you been hurt by someone? Has someone done something to you? Pardon my rudeness, I do not mean to be so, my friend, it is just that... you are unlike any Man that I have ever seen before. Your dress. Your way of speech. It's odd. When I spoke of Mordor, you sounded as if you had never heard its name... do... do you truly not? Do you not know of Mordor or its master? Sauron... That name holds no meaning to you? Be honest. Don't lie. These are serious and dangerous times. I do not want my companions to be put into danger. No more than they already are. We have lost a dear friend. It would pain me so for us all to suffer more. Especially by the doings of the Dark Lord. That vile creature. He has ruined so much good in this world, Mat."

@sonxofxgondor asked "You are no Elf. But neither do you look like an Orc." Boromir said over a campfire, flame warming both his face and the cooking fish, small but better than nothing. "Are you lost, friend? Hungry? My friends and I would be more than glad to share with you what we have. As long as, of course, you approach in friendship. You are no companion of Mordor, are you?"

the fire is warm, flickering shadows over the dirt ground that they're all gathered around. the air out here is different, he can't say for sure what made it different. but even the taste of it as he breathes in is different from back home. back home, back there - light help him, he wasn't even sure where he was. this place looked different, felt different. and the man in front of him was talking all kinds of bloody nonsense about elves and orcs as if he expected him to know what he was talking about. he didn't. he couldn't remember how he had gotten here. he had pushed the door opened and once that bright light outside the tower ahd dimmed out it had faded out into this place. where ever this place was. and where was thom? and moiraine? no where in sight.he still had the medallion around his neck, the ashandarei, and his hat. he adjusted his green coat. noting as he looked at the men before him that they were not dressed in any way like him. eve their weapons seemed - different. the smell of the fish cooking over the fire, blood and ashes, did that smell good. he just remembered that he was hungry! his head is sore and there's an ache in his neck that he can't reach at even if he rubs at it. and there's a throbbing pain where his eye should be, a makeshift bandage there across the wound. the blood is dried but the pain is still there. he winces at it, not wanting to show too much weakness in front of the stranger. whoever he was.

he takes a step towards the fire, leaving his ashandarei stuck in the ground so that he won't think that he's approaching as a threat. just in case he has his knives tucked into his boots, under the sleeves of his coat, under the back of his of his collar. these men were soldiers, he could tell from the way that the stranger is dressed, the manner of how he carries himself, his weapons and armor. he pauses just a few feet from the fire, reaching out his hands to warm them over the fire. "considering i don't have any flaming idea who in the pit of doom mordor is i can say that i'm not bloody companion of his." mordor? who or what was that? he lets out a small breath, rubbing his hands together for added warmth. "i'm lost - and hungry." wincing slightly at the admission. he looks at the other men around him. soldiers, a whole bloody band of them. this could prove to be helpful or a disaster. he smiles a little, extends his hand over the fire. "mat cauthon. not an elf or an orc ---" with a small breath of a laugh.

[alittlefrenchtree]

l know you don't want to talk about PR, but if you were managing Timmy's PR , how would be your way to do it ? Cause tbh his team his horrible about it.

Hey there! I love this "I know that you don't want to talk about this, but let's ignore that and talk about it anyway" vibe you're giving here, Nonny 😁 (Don't worry, I'm kidding. I don't mind at all 😉)

It's not that I don't want to talk about PR. I love talking about PR in general ways. I've always been interested in marketing, public images, public relation strategy, etc. It's just that, I now try to avoid talking about Timmy's because I realized it kills the conversation pretty quickly. I was trying to talk about things, marketing concepts that are well known and studied and used (I was going to say by every business, but now it's literally everyfuckingbody with social media including your own mom) and yet, the moment I start talking about Timmy's one and how Timmy seemed to be slightly shifting his image at this or that moment, why and how he could need this or that right now, the majority of what I get in return in my inbox is "you keep saying he's lying all the time and fake, why are you still pretending to love him" or "hahahaha totally agree with you, he's a slut for fame and a fake guy, let's roast him together" and I'm just "why do I even bother writing something if nobody is going to read it anyway?" (because I like reading myself write, that's why I bother 😬). It makes me want to scream at someone's, or like at said before, multiple someones. Then I remember it's the Internet and you never know when you're talking to an innocent 13 yo so, it's ok. (If you're 13 yo and love Timmy, you're right. I'm the liar, he has never lied or do something he didn't like just for work, never fart in his entire life. He's the prince charming, keep dreaming. Everything is good. We'll talk again in 10 years.) Surprisingly enough, I don't get as many passionate reaction about pr when Timmy's name isn't mentioned anywhere, so I rather do that now.

And also many people keep thinking or at least acting like PR only means public romance/sex life and it's a) boring b) lowkey insulting for the art of PR so I'm not usually keen to entertain the conversation.

Talking about Timmy's PR is now also frustrating because the majority of the conversations going on about him for over a year have been... so fucking dumb? I get that COVID is to blame in many ways but it would be naive to think that it's the only reason. In every situation, we're doomed to talk about what color is hair is and where he does or doesn't put his dick because that's how things are. Shallow. And I get it's not only the audience's fault and even if it was, it wouldn't be Timmy's audience's fault specifically because it's how human beings generally are, always gossiping. The guy could spend days talking about interesting stuff about himself, his artistic vision, his career, the shitty industry he's evolving in and all people would talk for a month would be "but where does he put his dick???"

And to answer your question(s), I'm pretty sure I've already talked about it in a few asks but since tumblr sucks, it'll be easier to write it again than to look for links. I apologize to those who've read it back then and still remember it.

I don't think his pr team is doing a terrible job. I think they made mistakes, like everybody but they're far from being terrible. Just because you (or I) don't like what we see at this or that point, doens't mean they're terrible. When you have a client who's career looks like Timmy's, who's global image's looks like Timmy's, whose everybody used any excuse to talk about, to be seen with just to be associated with his image because he does has a good image, you can't say his pr team is doing a terrible job. A few hundreds of people on Tumblr or a few thousand on Reedit or Twitter or wherever saying it's terrible doesn't make it terrible. Like I've said before, talent and personality can only make you go so far. The world is full of talented people with sweet personalities. It isn't full of Timothée Chalamets.

That being said, there are three answers to your question.

I could do my PR job according to my personal taste, but then I would be a terrible job as a PR for him. Like if I was listening to me, I would shut his twitter and his instagram accounts for example. But it would be a bad thing to do at the moment. Maybe there will be a window to do that in a few years, but right now it would be tricky. I consume a lot of live content these (and always talking about Twitch, i know) so I maybe it's something I'd like to do that but Timmy would not be very good at it. For him to be, it would entirely re-shaped what it means to be an Hollywood actor so, so kind of time consuming for an unknown and uncertain result.

So yeah, a lot of what I like wouldn't be very fitted with what Timmy is or needs at the moment soooo, maybe I'd be the terrible PR person.

I could do my PR job for him as a human being and I wouldn't change much to what's happening, to be honest.

I could do my PR job for him as an actor who's leading actor on a sci-fi Warner Bros franchise and a big public person and maybe I'd do exactly the same as they are doing right now.

The only important thing I'd do (and hope he has people to do that for him right now) is trying to protect him. There are way to many example of famous people who have been teenagers idols, walking wet dreams for young adults, global superstar when they were teenagers or young adults themselves who come back at thirty saying how difficult it was. How at first it was a dream come true and so cool but that it too quickly turned into a living nightmare. And you probably can't protect these people that much trom constant attention from millions of people, but I think I'd still try. Nobody deserves to be suffering from depression (if not worse or more) by the age of 25 just because their childhood dream happened to become their daily job.

Should I still apologize for the length of my answers or does everybody is used to by rambling by now?

Anyway, thank you for the question, Nonny. Have a nice day 😘

[secret-ssociety]

Let me down pt.3

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Reader (platonically), Reader x oc

Warnings: I mean, in my eyes this is pure fluff, but who knows if it will hurt you

Summary: Peter and May have dinner with Y/N’s family, prompting a lot of questions to get an answer.

A/N: oKAY, I know that what happened wasn’t exactly what you expected and and it has taken me so long to write this but it's finally here. I want to thank you all, I never meant for this blow up like it did or to even become a series, honestly when I wrote the first part I was just in a really bad mood and I felt like writing something sad and that came out, but then people started to ask for a second part and well the rest is history. So yeah, I actually want to write even more parts to this so let me know if you would like it. Also, I tagged everyone who asked me to write more to this, but let me know if you want to be removed from the taglist

Masterlist

part one part two

Peter couldn't help but feel like his head was spinning as he walked back home from the metro that night. Claire had sat him down in her bed for almost an hour showing off all of her Avengers stuff. She had a replica of Thor's Mjolnir (and she knew how to pronounce it, which was even more impressing), she had the Spider-Man's Uno she had mentioned (it did make him kind of emotional to see a drawing of him on the package) and she had Iron Man's full suit.

Yeah, he did his best not to cry with the last one.

Even if she hadn’t ran up to you screaming ‘mommy’, he would’ve known that she was your daughter. Claire had your hair, your eyes, your nose, even when the rest of her tiny face was more like Mark’s. The corners of her eyes wrinkled the same way yours did when you smiled and she was as energetic as you, she got lost in her own thoughts just like her you used to do.

He had been counting the seconds to be out of your house and be able to break down on the guardianship of his loneliness, but when he found himself walking down the street after dinner... he just didn't.

Peter had gone to school that day being sure that as soon as he saw you, something would be okay, and even if it hadn't gone according to the plan, he hadn't been wrong. Something was okay: you were okay. You had a career, a good job, a loving husband, a perfect daughter, a beautiful family.

You had a great life and, most importantly, you were willing to welcome him in it, so yeah, maybe things were going to be okay.

So when Claire asked him to dinner with them again at the end of the week, and you said you wanted to say hi to May, he just couldn't refuse. That's how he ended up standing in front of your house again, with May by his side this time, holding a cherry pie they had placed and decorated on a plate as if to pretend they hadn't bought it from the grocery store.

As soon as the door opened, Peter handed the dessert to May, because he was prepared for the moment Claire jumped to his arms to greet him. You smiled openly at May, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes at the sight of the woman who had given you a place to call home everytime you felt like your own house was not it.

Both Peter and Mark noticed how you tried to keep your composure when her arms wrapped you in a warm embrace.

"Sorry, I'm a mess," you muttered in apology, trying to wipe your eyes without messing up your mascara.

"You look beautiful," May corrected, making your eyes wet all over again. "It smells amazing," she said suddenly, changing the subject to give you a chance to calm down, "what are you cooking?"

"Oh, I'm not cooking," you clarified rushing them inside, Peter still carrying the little girl in his arms, "Mark is. I somehow manage to burn the water."

"You could always make PB and jelly sandwiches," Peter said with an amused smile, earning a fond laugh from your lips, as if you shared an inside joke.

Only when Mark received the pie from May's hands did Peter notice that he was wearing a purple apron over his white unbuttoned shirt, and he couldn't help the sting in his heart at how perfect he was. He kindly apologized at the fact that the meat still needed a few more minutes on the oven, because he had been held back a little longer than expected at the office.

"What's that smell?" You asked, frowning.

"Daddy, the aspargaroos!" Claire exclaimed instantly, clearly unaware of how to pronounce asparagus, as she wiggled to let Peter know she wanted to be back on the ground. The tiny human ran behind her father into the kitchen, ready to do the damage control.

You decided to grab a bottle of white wine (and another Capri Sun for Peter) while her husband and daughter tried to resolve the asparagus crisis. He tried to pay attention to the conversation the two women in front of him were maintaining, but it was like they were talking in some foreign, alien, grown up language he couldn't understand.

This time, you took a little longer to finish your glass of wine than the last bottle you had opened, which had been a week ago when Peter had showed up in your doorstep. You were trying your best to hide your excitement talking to May, but you couldn't help the profound feeling of pride that took over your chest when you saw her eyes glimmer with amazement as they explored around the living room, where the pictures and prices of all of your family's accomplishments were displayed.

Peter was the first to notice Mark come out of the kitchen with a sheepish smile, "alright, so, the asparagus isn't salvageable, er, how do you feel about KFC salad?"

That's how they found themselves sitting at the round dinner table eating steak with a mushroom sauce Claired had been the one to think about, roasted potatoes and KFC salad, because apparently the always ordered some extra salad on their takeaways and stuffed them in the fridge.

"So..." May started, eyeing the young couple nervously. "There is so much to talk about. How... you... well..."

"How did I end married and with a kid at twenty three?" You finished for her, saving a sigh to yourself although you felt your husband tense a little beside you. The more you two heard that question, the more annoying it got, even when you knew May didn't mean to offend you.

Of course you knew you were young, and that many people your age couldn't handle such commitments, you didn't need people telling you that constantly. You had heard the same discourse from teachers, employers, even neighbors you had never talked to, it quickly got old and you tried not to become aggressive everytime you heard it.

Mark and you had a happy, healthy marriage, with a wonderful daughter that had brought light into a world as dark as yours was since the blip. You had good jobs that allowed you to have a stable economy and also take care of your family. You were happy, what else mattered? If you wanted opinions or needed help, you would certainly ask for it.

You never once had.

Still, you responded kindly, "well, we met in college, Princeton," you mentioned, earning two proud looks from your guests. "We were in different programs, so we met specifically through a praying group."

"That had never really been my thing," Mark picked up, "praying and all that God related talk bored me, but most of family and friends had been blipped... I was lonely. So I thought maybe I should give it a try."

"I honestly thought he had gone for the food, because when the meeting was over he looked like he hadn't understood a single word."

"Because I hadn't."

"A friend and I decided to come and talk to him, but after she left we hung out a little longer," you tried to hide the cheesy smile that took over your lips, but you looked over at Mark, who hasn't trying to hid his, and couldn't. "I don't know how to explain it, something about that moment just felt" you shrugged shyly "right."

The memories of you staying on the library, hiding behind the stacks of books so that no one would notice you trying to stay inside after it closed and talking the whole night long never failed to raise goosebumps along your skin. He would offer to read for you when your eyes got tired of working with the dim light that entered through the window, even when he was a law major and didn't understand a single word on the neuroscience and robotic books you were always studying.

It was soon after getting to know him, you just knew Mark had been made for you. There was something in the way you could see in his eyes that crowds freaked him out and that he tried not to cry after talking to his mom in the phone, something in the way he understood your whimpers in the days where anything above a mutter was just too much, that you knew this awkwardly tall curious guy was meant to cross your path.

"Things moved pretty fast after that," you continued, hoping you hadn't zoomed out for too long, "like 'we got married eight months after' fast."

May did her best to hide her surprise, while Peter choked on the salad. Was listening to your loving tone as you told the story easy? No, not at all. He wanted to throw up. Peter was still hopelessly in love with you, even when you were now five years older, even when you had a husband and a child, even when it was ridiculous and impossible, because for him it hadn't been years, it just had been months.

"Claire came soon after that," Mark concluded after pouring some more juice on Peter's glass and asking him if he was okay. "And all of this happened throughout college?"

"We had a really good support system," he nodded, smiling down at Claire, who had made a mess over her chicken sandwich. "A really good amount of friends willing to babysit whenever we had to work, understanding teachers who let us bring Claire to our lectures. My mom and Y/N's parents were also a great help."

"We were both on scholarships that gave us some allowances to support ourselves each month, too," you added. "It wasn't much, but it helped."

"And what are you working on now?" May switched to a conversation that would probably be easier on her nephew.

"Well, Mark is an associate on a buffet in Manhattan," you said grabbing your husband's hand. "What's your approach?" Peter asked, somewhat genuinely curious.

"Environmental law," he replied proudly.

"And I-"

"Mommy builds robot limbs!" Claire exclaimed excitedly, prompting a laugh on the others.

"Before I graduated, I got a job as lab assistant on a research for neuro prosthetics," you explained, "and after graduating, they hired me as researcher. Basically what we're trying to do is to create a non-invasive implant we can connect to the brain and spinal cord that controls robotic prosthetics for people who have lost limbs or return movement to paralyzed body sections."

Peter's skin prickled at the description of the research, for it was one he had known before it all went crumbling down. A memory flashed through his eyes, Tony helping his friend walk after he had been injured in Germany, on his first mission.

"That's..."

"A Stark Industries' research, yes," you nodded solemnly.

"Y/N told me you had an internship with Tony Stark before... it all happened," Mark commented carefully. Peter's head practically snapped in his direction, then, more subtly, in yours. You shook head slightly, almost imperceptibly, but clearly enough to let Peter know you hadn't told his secret.

"You met Tony Stark?" Claire asked him with a bright light in her eyes, one that Peter had seen thousands of times on other kids that, very much like himself, dreamt every night of robots and technologies that could change the world.

"Yes."

"How was he?"

Peter thought for a few seconds about his answer. What was Tony Stark? He was charming, sure, but he wasn't exactly friendly. He was a genius, yet he had never let that cloud his judgement. He had trouble expressing himself, but he always made sure the people around knew how much they meant to him. Suddenly Peter understood why Shakespeare was always making up words, there were just some things, some people, the english language wasn't extensive enough to describe, so he said the best he could come up with.

"He was the most amazing guy I ever met."

You smiled down at your nearly empty plate, it was impossible to forget how much had mr. Stark meant for Peter. Even when you guys broke up and cut off all communication, you still prayed for him to always be under the wing of his mentor. You couldn’t imagen what it was like for Peter to live in a world where Tony Stark was no longer there to help him walk through life.

Hopefully, you would be able to do that in his absence.

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[voidstilesplease]

In light of a recent discovery, here's another demigod au ficlet :)

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It's not that Theo is jealous, he's not, but it's getting annoying how closely Stiles is studying the head counselor for cabin seven, Apollo's cabin: Brett. 

They're gathered around the nightly bonfire, passing chocolates and roasted marshmallows, as they listen to Brett playing the lyre. The instrument is a gift from Lord Hermes to Brett after a fruitful quest (just as Hermes gifted the first lyre to his brother Apollo to appease the sun god of the former's thievery - yes, Stiles, Theo listens to your lectures, thank you). Brett plays the instrument well, and he carries a decent tune to accompany it, all right, but there's no need to stare at his fingers on the strings, is there? It's starting to get to Theo's nerves, honestly.

When Stiles absently takes the s'mores that Theo hands to him, Theo snaps. "What's so captivating about Brett?" He tries to sound curious, but he can't mask the edge on his voice that gives him away entirely. "You've seen him play with instruments before."

Stiles sends him a curious glance, picking up on Theo's tone and then back to Brett's performance. He takes a bite of his treat, smearing the corners of his lips with sticky mallows and graham crumbs. "The strings are glowing, idiot," Stiles says without heat.

Theo scowls at the name-calling but reaches out to clean the smudges from Stiles's face anyway. Stiles mutters a soft thanks and gives Theo a small smile before carrying on with his observation.

When Theo begrudgingly turns and watches Brett strumming the lyre, there are indeed different colors glowing from the instrument as the Apollo boy plays. And if Theo pays a closer look, there's also a pattern to these colors. He huffs. Of course, Stiles will be distracted by this. Something is gleaming, and it has hypothetical value he can obsess about later. Stiles is a goner.

So, his boyfriend is not, in fact, watching Brett or his fingers. But he's still paying Theo no notice, which is the pressing matter here.

"Are you going to be distracted the whole night?" Theo says through gritted teeth.

That makes Stiles drag his gaze back on Theo, squinting his eyes at his boyfriend. The orange firelight from the bonfire dances in his brown eyes as Stiles's mouth turns up in a playful smile, "You're so clingy,"

Theo's answer is a loud scoff. He swivels away, the fire burning just a little more on his marshmallow, detaching it from the stick to plop uselessly on the ground. Theo swears under his breath.

Stiles scoots closer to him, stuffing his food into his mouth and brushing the crumbs off his fingers. He slides an arm around Theo and pulls him close. Stiles props his chin on Theo's left shoulder and grins up at him, immediately forgetting the lyre. Theo continues to glare, dropping a small kiss on top of Stiles's nose before he reminds himself that he's annoyed. Theo still grumbles when he impales another marshmallow on his stick. "Next thing, you'll be asking Brett to teach you how to play it."

Stiles snorts, nuzzling the side of Theo's neck. Stiles is not the most openly-affectionate person, but on the rare occasions he is, Theo takes everything he can. Stiles swallows his food, smiling lopsidedly, "Are you saying I can't learn it myself?"

Theo rolls his eyes.

The reaction earns him a chuckle. "Anyway," Stiles says, turning to the bonfire. "It's just good music, Theo. Brett's dad is a professional singer, so that's why even his singing is not abysmal."

"Is that what 'god of music' is downplayed to now? A professional."

"No, not Apollo, obviously," Stiles sends him a flat look. "I mean his human dad."

Theo pauses, staring at Stiles, uncomprehending.

Stiles catches the confusion on his face after a moment and arches a brow, "What?"

"You said 'his human dad',"

A short nod, "Yeah,"

"I don't understand."

Stiles straightens, "Wait. You didn't know? Of course, you didn't. You're wearing your dumb look."

Theo glowers for the heck of it, "I don't have a dumb look,"

"You do too," Stiles tells him. "But yes. Brett is an offspring of a male god and a male mortal," he says it as if it is common knowledge. It isn't. 

It's not adding up inside Theo's head at all. It's like Stiles is speaking in gibberish, and the gears in his brain are creaking in an effort to translate. "How," he breathes out after a while. "How is that even possible?"

Stiles turns to him, unimpressed, and shakes his head. "I swear you forget you're half a divinity sometimes."

"But it's not-" Theo sputters, wanting to say it's not possible, but of course, it is. Almost everything is possible with the gods. He thought that going two years in this demigod business that nothing will surprise him anymore. But then information like this knocks him back to square one. He finishes with a loud exhale, eyes wide and in utter disbelief. "He doesn't have a mom? That's very weird." Theo manages to croak out.

Stiles whips his head sharply at that statement, narrowing his eyes dangerously. "I resent that," he says. "You saying that about Brett is insulting me too, you know, considering how I came to be."

Theo feels another breath is about to be punched out of him, "What do you mean?" His voice is embarrassingly panicked and desperate. "You have a mom,"

"Yeah, but do you remember who my mother is?"

Theo is almost offended, "Athena! The goddess of battle-" he cuts midsentence, realization dawning on his features. Stiles is merely raising his eyebrows, giving him time. Theo shakes his head, feeling a headache creeping upon him. "She's a virgin goddess." Lifting his head to seek Stiles's eyes, he flails with his one hand, a very Stiles gesture that he's quickly adapting, especially in stressful situations. "Then how-"

As Theo lets his question hang, Stiles shrugs, "I guess we never discussed this. But do you, at least, remember the tale of how my mother was born?"

"Zeus lusted after Metis, a Titaness and a goddess of wisdom, prudence, and deep thought. She was Zeus' first wife, but when she was pregnant with their first child, an oracle of Gaea prophesied that Metis' first child would be a girl and that her second child would be a boy that would overthrow Zeus, similarly to what had happened to his father and grandfather. Zeus took this warning to heart, so the next time he saw Metis, Zeus swallowed her and her unborn child.

After a time, Zeus developed an unbearable headache, which made him scream out of pain so loudly that the entire world heard it. The other gods came to see what the problem was. Hermes realized what had to happen and directed Hephaestus to take a wedge and split open Zeus's skull. Out of the head sprang Athena, fully grown and in a full set of armor. Due to the way of her birth, she became the goddess of intelligence and wisdom." [x]

Theo blinks at Stiles. Stiles blinks right back.

There's a quiet tension between them as Stiles waits for Theo to speak. Then, dully, Theo says, "You did not spring out of Athena's skull."

Stiles, for his part, looks a little bit sheepish, at least. He gestures at his siblings nearby, confirming, "We all did."

Theo doesn't know how long he gapes, but one thing is for sure: he'll never see Stiles the same way again. He's dating a literal brainchild - a gift. It's part astonishing and part ludicrous. And Theo thinks he just fell in love again.

He sits on the log, unmoving and stunned that he doesn't notice his marshmallow falling off of his stick again.

Theo feels a nudge from his right, prompting him to move. He snaps his mouth shut and turns, still in a slight daze, to see Boyd, son of Hephaestus, procuring a screwdriver from the magical tool belt around his hips. It's enough to clear his head, and Theo takes the object and looks at it uncertainly, "What's this for?"

Boyd smirks, making a twirling gesture with his finger, pointing at his temple. "So you can fix the loose screws in your head," 

Stiles doubles over in laughter at his side.

•••

Sometime later:

"So, does this mean we can have a child coming out of your skull, too?"

Theo barely misses Stiles's dagger.

~•~

[channydraws]

The Warlock and the Witch

In a world of spells and mischief, there lies a Boss Monster who works hard as a professor and the tales of Boss Monsters possessing incredible fire magic. He worked hard, trained hard, using most of his childhood to master his magic for good yet this made his social skills come out pretty rough as he seems full of himself and quite strict. Even then there is much warmth to this Boss Monster who was given the title of “Warlock of Flames” teaching creatures how to use fire magic.

In this hour in the middle of the night, he was looking for ingredients for something that may be useful for his cooking. After all, what use of fire magic if one only knows how to use it to bring destruction and mayhem. As fire can be used to help bring warmth in the cold, bring comfort in the dark, and make food all the tastier. That last bit made him giggle and uses one of his paws to fix his hat.

“Ah, cooked mushrooms sounds good right now. Mushroom soup maybe for today's meal...-”

He felt his ears twitch as he heard something moving in the bushes, sounded a little different than what the average creature that one may normally find in the forest. His eyes narrow as he looks upon the bushes.

“Come out from there. I know someone is there!”

There was not a sound, it was as if whatever it is doesn't believe his words, making him bring up a fireball above his paw.

“If you do not come out, then you may face some burning.”

With that threat out of his mouth the sound of the bushes moving about was heard and there his grey eyes saw a small humanoid figure wearing...

“A witch? No, not just that-”

“What do you want? Is it a crime to roam about the forest at night now?!”

“No, Hmm?!”

There was a loud roar, sounded like it was behind the witch. Most likely they accidentally disturb the creature as they roam about the forest at night or rather, this creature may have thought them as their prey.

“Run to me witch, now!”

“You don't need to tell me that!”

“. . .Get down, right now!”

The witch jumps down out of the way with mushrooms following out of their pockets as the tiger jumps out of the bushes, the Warlock throws the fireball at it. Causing it to be hit by flames directly at its head and it falls in the middle of its jump right behind the witch as it cries in pain, dying as it was consumed up by flames. It was just a snap of a finger where those cries stopped and it's movement ceased. The Warlock slowly walks up to the Witch and bought a paw out to them while the flames themselves died down.

“Are you okay?” He said with a neutral tone and expression.

The witch looks up to him, their red eyes meeting those lifeless grey ones as if telling one that he holds much knowledge but even with knowledge... something was missing that caused those eyes to be what they are. The witch was about to grab his paw but then moves their hand away, picking themselves up as if being stubborn of accepting help. They started to brush the dirt and dust of off them and then pick up their hat.

“I didn't need the help.”

“I was correct, you are also human. It is rare for me to spot a human in this forest.

“What was your first clue?”

“Your skin.”

“I wasn't being serious with that question! Why do you even care?”

“It's interesting, I thought I knew everything that is about this forest and here you are.” He said as he looks upon the mushrooms that got all dirty up from the ground they landed on.

“Were you looking for ingredients?”

“. . .Yes”

“For what?”

“I wanted to figure something out with them.”

“There are plenty that mushrooms could do. Sadly, all I know to do with them is to make food.

“Food?! You can do more with certain mushrooms! You could even make medicine!”

“. . .Medicine, isn't really my... forte.”

He felt their red eyes looking upon him, his white furry face, and those paws they saw of his reminded them of monsters like Toriel or Asriel.

“Do you know Toriel?” The human asked.

“Ah, I... Do... But, we're not directly related. I'm from a late Dreemurr family that has passed away. I'm the only one left of my “Dreemurr” family. I live alone in these forests, a little cottage that is a little hard to spot. Unless you know the signs.”

“That's weird, you're weird.”

“I could say the same about you, human.”

“It's Witchi!”

“Huh?”

“My name! It's Witchi!”

“Witchi?”

“Before you say anything dumb. It's Ichi but mom thought it would be cute if it was like wit-chi instead because she was-”

“Your mother was THAT human witch I presume.”

“You know?”

“. . . Gossip has a way of spreading quickly. I only learn of this news once it was too late and when I was of older age. It's not something that people stop talking about. Now, this leads me to ask. Who do you live with?”

“. . .”

“Do you not have someone living with you, what about your fath-”

“Do not even mention him.”

“ . . .Ah, sorry. . .” He spoke softly as he looks upon their red eyes that were staring at him, eyes that hold flames of anger, perhaps of revenge.

“Regardless of your living condition, do you mind coming with me to my cottage?”

“Why should I come with you?”

“Well, I cannot just eat that roasted animal all by myself and cooked lion meat is pretty good therefore it would be a shame to have it go to waste if I cannot finish it.”

“Hmm. . . Fine.”

As they answered they saw the Warlock pickup the lion using both of his paws. “Stick close.” He said as he started heading to his home.

As the witch followed the Boss Monster they will take notice of them looking at the tree, grass, and other little details while explaining to them why he is doing so. Like the fungi on the tree points to the direction of the cottage, the burn marks around the tree was those he made to help make sure to remind him he was going to the right track and some of the grass was shorter than the ones deeper in the forest telling him home was close by. Soon, it was there the Witch saw the small cottage made out of stone with a single-window and chimney. By the side were a little building, a stump, a stack of wood, and an ax that was used to cut the wood in half.

“We are here, sorry if it wasn't what you expected. I'm a simple creature with a simple life, with simple wants and needs.”

As he walks up to his door he realized it would be rather hard for him to turn the knob of the door to open it.

“Witchi, could you open my door, please. I don't want to drop the animal and it would save us time.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” They said as they turn the knob and open the door.

“Go ahead, you can enter first.”

“. . .Alright.”

As Witchi enters the house, they could see the single large room. It had a fireplace, a round wooden table at the center, a few tool stools which can be used as chairs, a little section for doing laundry, a little section for storing food, a section for cooking which was close to the fireplace, two smaller rooms one of those being a small bedroom. All and all it was a simple home with the basic needs to live.

The Warlock enters his home and spoke. “Sorry if it isn't much, I'm just that simple of a creature.”

With that said he placed the burned creature near the cooking area. Taking out some sharp tools as he starts taking bits and pieces out of the tiger.

“Could you bring me some of my stone bowls, I can place our share into each of them. I know some ways to make it taste even better.”

The witch looks about the food area just to see a few wooden bowls on a counter, grabbing them and passing them to the Warlock who had a sharp fork and knife, pulling out the good meat bits and places them in the bowls. It wasn't a pretty sight but hey, at least the tiger was already dead and cooked. It would be some time until both of their bowls were filled.

“Go ahead and take a seat. I'll bring you your food.”

Taking their bowls he uses his magical flames to heat up the bowls and what was inside them. Going to one of the counters he takes out some spices and starts mixing it with the meat. It would be only a moment until he walks over to the table and places the bowl of meat in front of Witchi while placing one where he was be sitting. A seat across from the witch.

“Why are you doing all this?”

He heard the Witch ask the question. It really had no reason to. Just some company was enough to warrant it.

“I'm just a lonely warlock, all I do is teach students and go back home. Not many people care about my company. After all, my “Dreemurr” family is all but gone. Who wants to spend time with an old creature like me and what's worse is I won't age anymore until I have children. Well, I look slightly young, I'm a young adult at the very least haha.”

He gives a quiet laugh as if to hide his loneliness as he looks upon the human taking a bit out of the tiger meat. Seems like it was pretty good, had a good spice to it. Seems like this Warlock had some experience in cooking.

“This is really good, I didn't expect meat like a tiger could be this tasty.”

“Ah! I'm glad you like it. With spices and the right ingredients you can make something that tastes alright into something that could make one's mouth water.”

“Soooo, You're all alone?”

“For the most part. Just me, the students I see as the academy and whatever lies in the forest until I return to my little cottage here. I don't get many visitors besides the occasion small animal that comes to ask me for some food.”

He took a bite out of the meat, giving a soft sigh with his peaceful life.

“Why did you tell me about how to get to your place?”

“I thought if you want to visit someone you can come to visit me. I'll be happy to have your company once and awhile Witchi.”

“Me, give you company? You are strange. I am no one special especially for some warlock like yourself.”

The Warlock places his bowl down as he looks upon the witch.

“Not true, I see greatness within you. A fire in your eyes that reflects your soul.”

“. . .”

“You may be silent and unaware of your potential but I see it. Even if your eyes show anger, sadness about what has happened in your life. You are strong, strong to keep moving forward, and keeping the flames of your soul lit up bright.”

As he spoke he saw the human standing up from their seat. “Thank you for the food, I-”

“Wait! Hear me out!” He said as he raised his paw up gesturing to hold on. The human just stares at him, keeping still. Watching as the same paw went to his hat.

“I've been looking for someone to be my pupil. Yet, none of those students I have has no fire in their hearts. No passion at all and just content with doing what they have now. You, You want to do something more! You're the only one I have said this to so...”

He slowly takes off his hat, revealing a hornless white goat with grey eyes that seem rather dull. “Would you be my pupil in my arts of flames?”

Witchi stares at him intensely thinking about his proposal. They looked like someone they knew and yet there were differences that were apparent. “I'm not sure fire magic is something I need to know. I don't want to hurt people even if I want-.”

“No, no, no! Understand that fire isn't just about destruction, it can be a source of light as well. It brings warmth, it can help light a dark path to help you or others and most importantly you need a way to defend yourself. What fire is depends on the user, without fire we as a civilization would be nothing and blinded by the darkness.”

“. . .What's your name?”

“My name?”

“Yes, your name. What is it?”

“. . .My mother named me Asriel. My parents were not very creative with naming. I normally just call myself the Warlock of Flames the title I've earned. I. . . Didn't have many friends, I used up all of my childhood to master my fire magic. . .”

The witch took another moment to think, Asriel... Just like the one they knew. How old was he to share the same name and surname? Yet, his eyes bothered them. . .So dull, was that because of this loneliness. If they become his pupil maybe that would help him. Learn fire while befriending someone who has no friends, no family. Perhaps that was a reason good enough to. Even then, it wasn't something they would admit straight up.

“Asriel, Warlock of flames. I. . . I decided to be your pupil.”

They could see those grey eyes shine just a little as if a flame sparked in them. Then a smile was seen.

“I am happy to hear that, Witchi. My pupil! Tonight, we will have a lovely meal and I will walk you home if you wish. When you visit me, I will be happy to start your lessons.”

"Okay, Teacher."

With that marked the beginning of their friendship, a lonely mentally old man making his first friend and pupil in the ways of the flame. Now, his future doesn't seem all so lonely anymore. Perhaps because the teachings were of fire perhaps it made the witch think. Maybe in some situations, that fire can help bring others closer like sharing a campfire and telling stories. Regardless. . .Learning fire may be useful during their adventures. Who knows, perhaps even a witch can teach a warlock some new tricks.

THE END

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The Warlock of flames now has children on his hands.

Again, this story is very good Seth!

[punpunsutatta]

okay so i know the finale made us all Feel Things. tbh I don't think I can sit down & get them all out clearly rn, esp Sarawatine-related stuff, but here are other things i MUST get out of my system:

P'Chat returns!! I knew i'd be blessed one more time 😍

fong is... the best friend we all deserve. so soft so caring

obv Mil knew that Phukong had feelings, it was clear the day he gave the watch-- he was gently discouraging phukong & putting distance between them. but after seeing the drawing with Phukong in it & how Mil checked up on Phukong's results, it's clear that shit was done In Vain. so him agreeing to meet with phukong, knowing what that implies, knowing this is them both taking a step towards naming whatever it is between them... Growth™.

and then for Mil to still take tine to the hospital regardless of where he's expected to be?? genuinely upset abt tine's health? even though he had zero clue what was actually happening so mayyybe not yell at wat Mil was there for tine the morning after, no hidden agenda involved? just giving genuine advice??

and the way Mil used his "asshole" image to persuade Wat into rehearsing & doing the competition?? I mean at this point it's safe to say he's realized that the Tine ship has sailed, no point asking him out. but still Mil gets under wat's skin to motivate him

all of this bc he's a GOOD PERSON, goddamit 😭

the way he was genuinely sorry for missing their date, but even so Mil didn't bother to correct phukong abt asking tine out if he wins, bc Mil knows he's seen as an asshole (he literally said it in ep 13) & thinks others only see him as that so why bother denying it?

like my stan card is LAMINATED, i love my thick-browed son!!

Also can we discuss LIAR type?? LMAO sir why did u roast him like that, u knew full well who he was

P'Air!! i gasped when i saw her, my BABY it's been so long

Green!! my sunshine boy 💗 loved seeing him & P'dim center stage once more

I loveloveLOVE boss but I'm a pearearn shipper first human second, sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

actually kinda expected boss and air there for a sec? am i buggin?

lmao the fact that even Scrubb was like guess who's back yet again!!

speaking of Earn, her a year later??? So Fine 😩

I need a continuation of Phukong x Mil's story. A sequel, special episode, well-written fic, don't care I just NEED it.

that's all i got off the top of my head, i'll likely reblog with more thoughts when i rewatch later on

[voidlitmoon]

Familiar Faces, Connected Stories

4 months later, @sugarglider9603 I finally finished the second half!! :D Ohmygosh I'm so sorry for the wait, but thank you all for being so patient, alot has happened including the absolutely dreaded writers block. All of your comments, likes/kudos, reblogs (on Tumblr) have been helping me finish this chapter, so I really want to thank you guys for enjoying this💙💙💙💙

Another important note, but there is a reason I'm posting this today. That's because today (April 2nd) is my 16th birthday! I actually finished this on Monday (March 30th) but I decided to wait the few days so it would be a bit more special (also yes I know it's late I'm posting this, imma be busy all day so night posting it is!)

Also dont worry, if your new here (go check out the previous stories in the Master Post link!) do note I'm going to be writing my interpretation of the pokebois evolutions :D that and more short side stories are coming asap

Alright I've held you long enough, do enjoy!

Bonus note: this fic (Runaway Eevees) is what Sugar has said cannonly happened of how Remus and Deceit met the group, so if you wanna read that go ahead (it's a good read) :D

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Ao3 series link

Part 5 (chapter 1) Part 6

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Summery: ' Virgil's eyes widened "you've all met before" he looked at all five Eevee's faces, finding guilt in three and confusion in the other two "when, how? Was it before I met all of you?" He scratched at the ground.

His brother-father figure perked up behind him "you.. never told him?" He questioned the three trained Eevees, who all shuffled their feet. "We didn't want to worry him?" Roman tried, only for his trash brother to growl. '

The group will finally tell their stories, revealing past connections, and making new ones for the journey ahead

Chapter 2

Virgil watched as Thomas set his hands on Roman and Logan's backs, putting a halt on the growling. Well, for now at least.

He inwardly sighed, he knew the others where protective, heck he himself was being protective of his brothers at the moment. But this much hostility to other pokemon he obviously knew? He even saw Patton's tail twitching, as though the father figure wanted to pull Virgil away but was resisting.

He remembered when he first met this group of misfits, that field of flowers where Patton taught him how to make flower crowns. Yes Logan was sitting out, but Roman pounced at any opportunity to play with any wild pokemon, and Patton came right over to join the dark furred Eevee the second he showed himself. Them acting this way around pokemon they never met..

Virgil's eyes widened "you've all met before" he looked at all five Eevee's faces, finding guilt in three and confusion in the other two "when, how? Was it before I met all of you?" He scratched at the ground.

His brother-father figure perked up behind him "you.. never told him?" He questioned the three trained Eevees, who all shuffled their feet. "We didn't want to worry him?" Roman tried, only for his trash brother to growl.

"Well!" Thomas clapped, startling them all "I'm guessing you guys need to talk about something, and since language barriers exist and food still needs to be cooked, I'm going to go burn that. Don't faint each other!" The trainer stood up from his chair making his way to the pile of berries, leaving several Eevees that probably would faint each other before speaking a word.

Virgil huffed, suspicious and annoyed "alright, first things first!" He chirped in a light tone, though it was clear the growl that accompanied it reached all the others ears "would anyone mind telling me how you've all met?"

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"-and then you woke up with no knowledge of what went down, so we just didn't tell you" Roman finished lamely. All five Eevees had taken their own bits and pieces of the story to tell, mainly because when two started arguing Virgil would hiss them down. Other than that, the dark furred Eevee didn't speak a word and kept his face neutral throughout.

Virgil sighed, flicking his tail "so you never thought once why two random Eevees took me? Logan, I thought you were the smart one. Well" he added and Logan's ears started to lower in shame "you are the smartest one here, just not about this.

"And you two" the youngest turned his head "did it occur to you that you could have just gone up and asked?" He paused, realizing the answer before the marked Eevee spoke.

"Well," he mumbled, "for one we thought they were the ones that took you in the first place. You just disappeared that day" Virgil shuddered, remembering that was true, though the truck story could be told another day "plus they're.. caught pokemon" he finished. "Ya" Virgil continued "just like me."

"But-" the stink covered Eevee tried, but Virgil shook his head.

"Thomas met me several times before I joined the team, in fact from the story Logan and Patton have told me" he flicked his tail to the shiny pair of parents "Thomas wouldn't let himself catch them until both of them made it clear they wanted to join his journey."

Patton nodded "before Thomas saved us, twice if you count the Team Rocket members in the marketplace, we never trusted humans. Most of the time humans tried to steal us for our fur color, Thomas was different" the father figure hesitated, "it.. kind of felt like a puzzle piece clicking into place when we met."

All the Eevees blinked as Thomas hummed in the background. None of the Eevees had ever mentioned to another about a feeling of a puzzle piece, Thomas had once made a comment of it, but the three there to witness that were more focused on Virgil's tail slipping into the bushes. The two unnamed Eevees even remembered when they first met Virgil hidden in the dumpster, they had felt some kind of connection.

"That.. wasn't just me who's been feeling that when we all meet?" Roman voice stumbled, eyes widening even more as the other 5 shook their heads.

"Well, you all seem to be in a better mood" Thomas chuckled, causing them all to jump. "Woah" he calmed, laughing.

 "Well, food is all ready and prepared, there's enough for you guys as well" he grinned at the newbies.

The two hesitated at the idea of food, but with a comforting chirp from their brother, they followed.

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With dinner cleaned away (Thomas somehow managing not to burn anything, Logan praised happily) the group curled before a campfire as the trainer roasted marshmallows (these, he did manage to burn more often than not).

Virgil spent this time explaining to both groups how he knew both sides, of how trash and marked Eevees saved him (he didn't explain what he was escaping from), how he really was taken from them, how he met the group in the field of flowers, and how he finally stayed with Thomas for good. By the end of the story his head was laid on the ground as he cuddled Roman (a late addition during the story time, since when he explained they were boyfriends the trash covered Eevee full on tackled Roman) listening to the fire crackle. Wispy clouds drifted lazily across the sky as the night crawling forest pokemon howled and chirped and hooted.

He looked at his family, most of his past was back in his life; but for how long? He shuddered and curled more into Roman's warm fur, hating the realization he might lose them again after looking for so long. They wouldn't want to be with a trainer, especially even if it meant having Virgil being back in their lives.

Virgil. He nearly spat the name at the ground. He wanted one again for so long, from the day he hatched he had one before it and everything was taken away by.. her. He vowed never to take a name again, especially from a human. If he did, would he be betraying his oldest family connection? What would Sleep and Pecha think of his now, their little Star taking a new name, only for this one to probably drive these brothers away.

Virgil lifted his head up, staring at the two nameless pokemon maybe four tail lengths away. Why did they keep searching for him anyways?

He startled as Roman nudged his cheek. "Sorry" the starter apologized "you just dazed off staring at those two, I was wondering if you were ok."

Virgil sighed "I.. I was just wondering, why did they follow me" he mumbled, unable to look at anyone he opted to stare up at the sky. Unfortunately the world decided to push the clouds out of the clearings sky view, only piling on more of his original family's guilt. He never went searching for that farm ever again after his.. escape, and knowing Thomas they wouldn't go 100 feet anywhere near there with Patton, Logan, and Virgil. Sure, Sleep was reckless, but Pecha would be sensible enough to know not to go out into the world, an unknown area only Eevees who were taken by trainers ever saw. Those puzzle pieces were probably lost to time.

But these two.. he looked back down, Star's eyes trailing at all of his family's faces, stopping at the two. They were here, close enough in one bound he could tackle them. Why did they come, why did they care enough to try and steal him back from (what they knew at the time) hostile people and pokemon? Why did they keep looking, why did he keep looking?

Why.. did he keep looking? Virgil stood up, eyes widening. Because they were, they are family. Family he didn't want to lose, he couldn't lose any more of them. With a push from his hind legs and a squeak of surprise from Roman as he momentarily turned into a launch pad, Virgil crashed into his brothers.

"Shit, wha-" one of them cried, getting cut off as Virgil curled close.

"Please don't leave me again" Virgil chirped quietly, to the point only the two he was curled against him could hear. Virgil burrowed closer "please" he whispered "I can't lose anyone again."

The two looked at each other in surprise. They thought, well Virgil wouldn't want them to stick around. From how he told the story they would never (and probably want never) to take the smallest away from this team, and from the looks of it the three Eevees didn't trust them much right now. They didn't, right?

They usually would never hang around a human more than a few moments, never used to having a family bigger than just the three of them. It seemed logically from their past for it to be near impossible for this human and three of his pokemon to ever trust them.

..But

But it was like the light silver shiny had said earlier, they could feel the puzzle pieces there, already connected to Virgil and ready to connect with them all. A human, who was like none other. He had witnessed them take one of his own, but when that one showed he still trusted the two misfits, the trainer opened his arms, gave them food for no other reason than one he trusted showed they trusted the two strangers.

And the three Eevees, Virgil seemed to trust them to the ends of the Earth. Patton had offered them to join their meal right away. Roman had laughed off the trash Eevees tackle and just said Logan's reaction had been similar. Logan, while seeming to be the least likely one to want them here, listened to their half of the story without interrupting unless to give more detail, and was showing trust even now by watching from the fire's other side, not moving an inch. They trusted them in a way.

No, they didn't think of these four as family yet, but for the first time since they met Virgil, since they met each other, there seemed to be a chance to make that come true.

"Ok", the marked Eevee nudged Virgil "we'll think about it overnight."

For some reason, they realized they wouldn't even need that time.

Because the best part of staying was not only they would gain a whole family, one they would perhaps one day learn they could always trust, but they would regain their brother. Their brother they would have searched for eternity to find, and given anything to stay with.

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Thomas yawned as he sat up, Patton rolling off the trainer's shoulder still fast asleep and swapped to flopping over a passed out Logan, who was moments ago tucked between Thomas's ear and shoulder. The human glanced around, finding Roman (who always moved in his sleep) laying across the sleeping bag where his left ankle was. Last but not least Virgil was curled under a cuddle puddle with the two new Eevees from last night off next to his sleeping bag, the only contact being Virgil's tail brushing Roman's.

The trainer chuckled and slid his foot away from it's prison, quietly hissing as he tested the tingling foot. Of course it was asleep. Well, the best way to wake it up was to get active so..

 

The dirty Eevee stretched, rolling off from the top of the cuddle puddle. He let out a small oof when he came in contact with the floor a moment later than he expected. The strange, definitely not earth floor….

Eevee blinked, watching not one but two of his brothers curl together sleeping. Yesterday wasn't a dream he realized happily, watching the three other Eevees scattered throughout the tent sleep. A pleasant smell carried his paws out of the durable plastic flap, emerging to a bright, just after dawn day. The human (Thomas his always chaotic mind somehow supplied) was back making more hot food. Well, at least he seemed to be attempting with varying success, a stack of nice enoughly done pancakes sat on a plate to his left, with a smaller (but not by much) pile of black crispy pancakes to his right. Now the left crispy brown ones looked appealing, the Eevee thought the crispy, burnt pancakes smelled like a gift from Arceus himself.

 

Thomas stumbled in surprise when the stack of miserable pancakes clattered to the ground, only to laugh as he watched the dirtier of the Eevee pair dive at them hungrily.

"Well breakfast won't be ready for a bit more, but I wouldn't mind the early clean up crew" he giggled as the Eevee glanced up only for a moment, only to turn to back and attack the pancakes again.

"Just make sure not to scatter them too far" Thomas warned kindly, turning back to the camping stove " we'll have to clean up afterwards." The trainer smiled as the Eevee chirped in agreement.

 

Soon the others crawled out, and the burnt pancake (and other foods Thomas just didn't get right) devourer went to chirp and chat with the others. Food was served, equipment packed, and about two hours later Thomas was adjusting everything onto his back. If it hasn't been for Logan, Thomas knew he would never have had his stuff packed so neatly.

"Welp" Thomas said out loud "it's time to get going, we have a gym challenge next town" his four cheered different levels of excitement. He turned to the two wild runners "I guess this is goodbye for now" he smiled

After so many run-ins with Virgil, Thomas had skillfully learned how to hide his heart ripping out everytime he had to leave puzzle pieces behind.

This skill came into play hard when Virgil looked up at the trainer with such sorrow, Thomas nearly burst to tears right then and there. Instead he smiled, offering a hand for comforting pets. Virgil did not walk near the hand, instead letting out and angry hiss.

Thomas shook his head, wishing he could fully understand what Virgil was saying, but got the message "I can't force them, you know better than anyone here that I only bring members on my team if they want to join. Never by force, I always give an option."

Virgil wine was cut off though as the dirty Eevee snapped from his frozen trance and bounded forwards, stepping up to Thomas and putting his paw onto the human's hand. Somewhere in him remembered a similar interaction with Roman when they first met, but that was washed away when the other Eevee came up and chirped something, only to get tackled by Virgil right after.

"Oh" Thomas realized, smiling "I'm guessing that's a good thing?" He asked his team beside him. Patton nodded excitedly, Roman purred, and Logan merely flicked his tail positively.

"I guess I can do this then" he slid out two pokeballs, setting them on the ground. The wild pair looked at eachother one last time before the smaller marked one nodded, and both touched the white button.

 

"So" Thomas asked as the group wandered down the trail, focusing on the pair walking (or in the dirtier ones case bouncing) by his feet "I was wondering if I could offer giving you names? You don't have to, but-" Virgil rubbed the trainer's cheek from his spot in the hood, stopping the human's splutter of words before chirping some of his own down. The two below responded after a moment and Virgil gave off a purr as a signal: both had agreed it would be ok.

"Alright.." he mumbled. Earlier events of when the dirt covered Eevee had offered his paw in the same way Roman had came rushing back, turning and twisting until a name suddenly formed "how about Remus for you?" He wondered. Said Eevee stumbled as though surprised, but after a moment Remus gave a happy chirp, Thomas smiled in return.

Finally there was the Eevee with the special marks on his face. There was something in his mind that he felt for some reason, it just felt right for him to call the other 

"Janus" he mumbled by accident out loud, the trainer's eyes widened as he glanced curiously at the pokemon "what about Janus?" The Eevee seemed to think hard although weighing the name vs. something only he saw, he knew. Before Thomas could speak the little Eevee glaced up and nodded, the most determined nod he had gotten out of the six of them for figuring out their name.

Six of them.

Thomas grinned widely as all six of his Eevees walked or rode on him. It had all started with Roman, the first time Thomas had found a puzzle piece. Then Patton and Logan, Virgil, and finally Remus and Janus. It felt right, like he was home. Like he was with family.

"It's interesting," he voiced quietly to his team "how many of us have seen each other before really meeting each other. There's even more to explore in the future, so many possibilities, so many mysteries. But I'm glad" he sighed gleefully as the distant sound of cars passed. The town was close by.

"I'm glad I get to do it with so many familiar faces. I'm glad that we all have connected stories. I.. honestly couldn't imagine walking our next journey without you guys, my completed puzzle

My family."

[edengarden]

Hi! May I have a romantic heaven box BNHA matchup, please? :)

I'm Flo, a 19 years old bisexual girl.

Appearance: I'm 164 cm(~5'3) tall, with slim, kinda athletic body. I have medium long brown hair and same coloured deer-eyes(probably most attractive part on me), I also wear eyesglasses. I have thin mouth unfortunately. Also, I have a tiny little scar above my right eyebrow(I opened our car's door on my head years ago lolol), it's barely visible. I'm vain and always dress like a lady: so dresses and skirts, I have a classy, elegant or cute style, depends on my daily outfit. I wear light makeup, but not all the time.

Personality: Ambiverted, Virgo with Leo ascendant and Pisces moon. Slytherpuff. Needless to say, these already represent how confusingly dual my personality is. My behaviour constatntly changes, depending on who I am with: I try to sell myself, being two-faced, wearing a mask(sometimes I appear to be talkative, other times full-stoic), but to people I really do love, I'm quite blunt. Most of the time I'm caring and relatively kind person(but can be an asshole&harsh if tired emotionally). Highly critical, opinionated and rational-thinker, and I usually analyze everything: movies, books, other people, myself. HATE small talk, I always want to talk about some deep shit, sharing my opinions, thougts(only if you ask for it). Enjoy debating. Also, I'm the REALLY clumsy, like clumsy af and I have an invincible talent in getting myself into the most embarrassing, cringe situations. Hate appearing to be weak or crying in front of others(I never do), and generally I can get melancolic and depressed easily. I don't really trust even my loved ones, I always hide my deepest emotional(or whatever) issues, I just can't stand the fact being emotionally vulnerable. Also, I bottle up feelings well. But I can be soft sometimes which suprises people. One of my best friends said, I am suprising, always doing something unpredicted. Additionally, I stress over something all the time. About my humour, it's kinda ironic, dark, morbid, troll-ish; roasting, teasing people 24/7. Don't worry, despite my sometimes serious act, I can be a total dumb idiot. Selfish, vain, lazy,  snobbish hahah. Quite liberal, and I almost never judge people, I mind my own buisness. When I can talk about something I love or just sharing my opinion, I am passionate and be ready for a LONG rambling. Oh, I love alcohol and going out with friends, also I smoke those occassions. Plus, I have god-like hands, everyone told me that I could earn money bc of my massaging skills(I just know by instict how to touch people lol). Oh, and I daydream and zone out a lot. I love going out and drink alcohol with my friends(and sometimes somoke too), the drunken me can be a real asshole, but also hugs out of the blue, I get softer. Oh, and I curse fucking much, I have a disgustingly flithy mouth, bc of my rather innocent appearance and behavior ppl are suprised how much is... cruse.

Relationship: I don't really have a 'type' but I get bored easily: I takes a lot for me to really like in long-term a person, so I fall easier for complex and charismatic ones(but like I said, I can fall for other personalities too!!). I'm a quite difficult person to be with and to love, so I'm suprisingly flexible in a relationship. Only thing I need and without it wouldn't work at all: DEEP CONVOS AND SOME INTELLECT. Also, I have a quite roasting-bullying type humour, so my lover should understand and being able to handle that. Anyways, I'm not much of a PDA person(but I don't mid handholding, short hugs etc. if my partner really want to), and not romantic at all(also cannot flirt hehe), and for a long time I can be bit distant. Love language is words of affirmation&quality time, and if I have to express my feelings I'm best with acts of service. I love cuddling, ppl are suprised when I initiate hugs but tbh I love physical affection. I'm probably more likely the 'friend' lover. I need a lot, lot, lot alone time.

Hobbies/Likes: classical literature, theatre, politics, hiking, sightseeing, mysteries, reading about disappearances(crimes), trying out new things, yoga, running, horse riding, table tennis, listening to music, cats, thunderstorms, rainy days, cider, tequila

Music taste: Oh man, MIXED. I listen to literally everything except techno, it depends on my mood honestly. But if I had to say something, I think indie, alternative rock, electronic and psychedelic songs are the closest to me, but I've grown to listen more and more rap. Most of the songs are depressive as fuck, I mean I can be at my happiest, but I'd still listen some dark shit. But still, I enjoy pop(2000s pop at parties FUCK YEAH), jazz. Also, some occassions all my ears and mind need is some good ol' classical music. Some faves: Tame Impala, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Jack Stauber, Fink and some Hungarian bands that no one knows unfortunately. :(

Sorry if I was too long and more sorry if I've already requested before(my brain just rots lol), then just ignore me, hehe~♡

Did you,,, did you just copy paste like 3/4 of who I am

Man when I was reading your persona I was going “RinRinRinRinRinRin-“ but I decided against it UwU

ALL IN ALL you honestly sound like my type of person?? Like deadass I’d wanna befriend you. Fuck them small talks tell me what you think of the expansion of the universe and let’s talk about what if drugs are illegal bc they make us perceive true reality-

I’m going to match you up with... Shindo!

This one is a Battle of Wits, I swear. You didn’t trust him a single bit when the two of you first met, no one even thought you’d ever become friends. Shindo could practically see the gears turning in your head and quite frankly he was impressed?? You’re a highly intelligent individual who was able to keep your guard up and seclude yourself from others while not appearing TOO unapproachable? Boy was whipped and he didn’t even realize it. While others thought you were sort of cold and pragmatic, he thought you were the most well-balanced human in the world.

You guys 100% had an enemies to lovers thing going on, but it was slightly different. YOU started off completely uninterested in him, but while he made you think the feeling was mutual, I think Shindo found himself gravitating towards you. You can bet he secretly celebrated every little victory and step forward he made with you. Boy did NOT let up.

I seriously think he’s entertaining enough for you to keep interest in him. Shindo is as two-faced as you are (if not more), and he WILL change his behaviour within a second to keep your interest (somehow no one noticed his habit of doing that when he was crushing on you?? SUSPICIOUS). Also not a big fan of small talk; if he’s interested in you, he wants to know how you tick. He wants to know what you enjoy, what you like and what you dislike. And when you tell him while trying to still keep an emotional distance from him, he takes it as a challenge. No, he doesn’t think your relationship is a game, but he does think it’s highly entertaining and interesting.

When you start softening up to him, he won’t even grow bored. He’s worked so hard to get close to you and it finally pays off and he’s so happy??

But he won’t ever initiate PDA, just because he too has an image to uphold lmao if others don’t personally know you they’d never know y’all are falling for each other.

Songs!!

- One of My Turns, Pink Floyd (“don’t look so frightened this is just a passing phase one of my bad days” just hits different for the two of you?? I’m not saying your relationship is toxic bc it really isn’t but the VIBE is there)

- Do I Wanna Know?, Arctic Monkeys

- Dollar Days, David Bowie

- You Give Love A Bad Name, Bon Jovi

[d-noona]

MAKE OVER

Chapter 3: Date Night 

Jung Hoseok x Reader

Reader as Kang Hyeonji

 SUMMARY: When Kang Hyeonji transformed herself into a striking redhead, the entire male population of Seoul stood up and took notice. But her make over was for Jung Hoseok’s benefit alone. He began to show interest in the new look but not in the way she wanted. Suddenly he was over-protective, perhaps a little jealous. It seemed that the idea of having a relationship with her couldn’t be further from his mind. The girl however wants more. So it was time for an ultimatum. If Hoseok didn’t want Hyeonji to lose her virginity to another admirer, he had no option but to make love to her himself.

"Is that you dear?" her mother called out as she pushed the door. "Yes Ma," the smell of roast dinner teased Hyeonji's nostrils as she made her way along the hall and into the kitchen. Not a pork smell. Chicken. Naturally, came the rueful thought. Chicken carried the least fat and calorie count, provided the skin was removed. Which it would certainly be. She almost sighed when she also spied her mother wrapping the hope-for crispy potatoes in foil. Zil glanced up and smiled at her daughter "Have a good day dear?"

"Pretty good, Choon hee, Han Byeol, Namjoon and the others bought me some cake, and you'll never guess who dropped in to see me this morning," she said brightly. Her mother answered her "I can't think. Who?"

"Hoseok"

"Hoseok? You mean Jung Hoseok?" asks her mother peculiarly. "The one and only." Hyeonji declined telling her mother about the fiasco of his new car. "He was up this way today and asked me out tonight for my birthday."

"But I'm cooking a special dinner for you tonight," she announced with a hint of displeasure in her tone. "I'll be here tonight for dinner Mum, Hobi isn't picking me up till around eight." Her mother gave Hyeonji a sharp look "You do realize he has a girl friend? A very beautiful one too, if I recall rightly" Hyeonji controlled her growing irritation with difficulty. "I'm well aware of that Mum, but were only going somewhere for coffee. Don't forget Hobi and I were friends before Tinashe came along." Her mother began to frown "I still don't know about this. I have an awful feeling this is not a good idea." Hyeonji came forward to give her mother a hug. "Ma, stop worrying. I'm a big girl now and quite capable of looking after myself.

At five to eight, Hyeonji was standing in her bedroom window, watching for Hobi's car. She doubted he would be late. Surprisingly, punctuality was now one of his virtues. He hadn't always been like that. When Hyeonji had first met Hoseok, and he'd been a computer-mad adolescent seventeen, she could not count the number of times he'd been late for things. Time had a little meaning for him once his concentration was focused on his latest games or graphic design.

Hyeonji was about to turn away from the window when Hoseok's bright red car came up the hill and turned into their driveway. Right on time. She shook her head in acceptance that Hoseok had changed in many ways. He was no longer the forgetful boy next door. He was an exceptionally sharp businessman. Ambitious. Brilliant. Successful.

Way out of Hyeonji's league. Sighing, she bent to switch her bedside lamp, and was about to leave the room when she hesitated, walking back to where she could watch Hoseok, unobserved from now the darkened window. He sat there for several seconds, combing his hair, though not with undue vanity. He didn't even glance into the rear-vision or side-mirror, just swept the comb quickly through both sides and down the back before slipping it back into his jacket pocket.

At least in that Hoseok hadn't changed. He'd never been vain about his looks, and still wasn't. There was nothing of the peacock in him. Yet after all that he looked good. A quiver rippled down Hyeonji's spine as she watched the object of her secret obsession unfold his elegant frame from behind the wheel. He was dressed in the same blue jeans, navy top and a cream linen jacket. He stretched as he stood up, and another deeper quiver reverberated all through her.

For the first time it struck Hyeonji just how intensely sexual her love for Hoseok had become with the passing of the years. Her more innocent school girl crush had long since graduated to a full-on physical passion filled with needs and yearnings which would not be denied. More and more she dreamt of making love with Hoseok, rather than just loving him. She would lie in bed at night and think about what it would like to kiss him and touch him; how he would look, naked and erect; how he would feel, deep inside her. She blushed in the darkness, her blood pounding through her body, her head whirling with a wild mixture of shame and excitement. Was she wicked to think about such things?

She didn't feel wicked. She felt driven and compelled, oblivious to everything but wanting Hoseok with a want that had no conscience, only the most merciless and agonizing frustration. How she wished she were dazzlingly beautiful, with the sort of body no man could resist. A bitter longing flooded Hyeonji as she watched Hoseok confidently stride towards her front door, his dark hair shining like the stars in the dark night. Her grip on the curtains tightened and inevitably her thoughts turned to the dreaded Tinashe.

How often did he sleep with her?

She wondered enviously. Hyeonji knew he didn't live with her, but that didn't mean they didn't share most of their nights either at his or her place.

Was she great in bed? What was it she did to him that kept Hobi interested in her for six whole months?

Another awful possibility snuck into Hyeonji's mind. Twisting her heart and stomach. The front door rang, the sound jarring Hyeonji's suddenly stretched nerves she resisted rushing down stairs and her thoughts still simmering with resentment at the situation. She should have not agreed to go out with Hoseok tonight, not even for coffee. She was only torturing herself.

She heard her mother slide the door back from the family room then walk with small steps along the plastic strip which protected the hallway carpet. The front door creaked slightly on opening. "Hello Hobi"." Zil said with stiff politeness. "Hello, Mrs. Kang, You're looking well."

Hyeonji listened to their small chat for a minute or two before gathering herself and coming down stairs glad now that she hadn't made a super human effort with her appearance. Even so, her mother looked up and down at her as though searching for some hit of secret decadence. Hyeonji doubted if even the most devious mind could find anything to criticize her in her knee-length black skirt and simple white knitted top, even if the latter did have a lacey design and pretty pearl buttons down the front. Her choice of jewelry could hardly give rise to speculation. The rest of her was equally sedate. Skin colored pantyhose, medium length black pumps, hair up in its usual knot and no make-up on except coral lipstick. Even her underwear was sedate. But only Superman with his X-ray vision could see that. Not that the sight of her modest white crossover bra and cotton briefs could would send any man's heart aflutter.

Hyeonji was at a loss to understand then why Hoseok himself frowned up at her as she came down the stairs. She had no illusions that he was struck by some previously untapped appreciation of her beauty. So why was he giving her the once-over with slightly surprised look in his eyes? Her curiosity was not satisfied till they were alone and walking along the curving front path towards the parked car.

"You know, Hyeonji," he said, "You've lost quite a bit of weight lately have you?"

Hyeonji clenched her teeth down hard in her jaw. She'd been losing weight steadily for two years and had been this size for more than three months. Hadn't he noticed before this moment? No of course not. For the last six months his eyes had all been for Tinashe.

"Not lately I haven't," she replied coolly. "I've been this weight for quite a while."

"Oh? I didn't notice" says Hoseok whilst scratching his nape.

Tell me something new....

Hyeonji thought tartly. She felt piqued that there wasn't the smallest change in him that she didn't notice. She knew whenever he had his hair cut; when he bought a new jacket; when he changed women. "Are you sure Tinashe won't mind you're taking me out tonight?" she was driven to ask, barely controlling the lemony flavor in her voice. "Tinashe and I are having a trial separation," he bit out. "Oh?" Hyeonji battled to look perfectly normal. Difficult when your stomach had just done a back-flip. "You guys fought or something?"

"Or something" he muttered.

"You don't want to tell me about it?" she asked. His smile was wry as he wrenched open the passenger door. "Not tonight Hyeonji. I don't want to spoil my mood by thinking about women."

"But I'm a woman, Hoseok!" she pointed archly. "Yeah, but you're different. I don't really think of you like that. You're my friend. Come on. Get in. I'm going to drive us out, it's a lovely night for a walk along the beach."

Which it was. Clear and warm, with stars sparkling in the night sky. A night for lovers. Hyeonji tried not to think about that. Masochism was not one of her vices. Or maybe it was?

"But I'm not dressed for the beach," she protested when Hoseok climbed in the wheel. "I have heels and stockings on for one thing."

Hoseok in turn laughed "You can take them off in the car," he said without turning a hair. Is indifference to her undressing in front of him was depressing in the extreme. She could just imagine what would happen if Tinashe stated stripping in the passenger seat, wriggling her pouty bottom while she unpeeled her stockings down those long, tanned legs of hers. Hoseok wouldn't concentrate on his driving for long. Hyeonji had an awful feeling that she could sit stark naked in front of Hoseok and all he would do was ask her if she was cold.

"I hope you don't think you're going to worm your way out of buying me coffee!" she told him while he reversed out of the driveway. "I was going to order a big rich slice of cake with it. You've no idea, Hobi, what food Mom has been feeding me ever since Dad died. She's become a "fat-free forever" nutcase!" as Hyeonji evades thoughts of Tinashe.

"No worse than having a mother who wants to feed you up," he countered dryly. "Every time I come home, Mother says I'm getting too thin, then come out the pastries and chips and God knows what else."

"You're not too thin," Hyeonji said, "You're just right."

He smiled over at her and her heart lurched. He was heart-stoppingly handsome when he smiled. Just as bright as the sun. "You know you're good for me Hyeonji. You always say the right thing. And you always do the right thing" he added meaningfully "You put me to shame today. I never remember your birthday and you always remember mine. So if you open the glove box in front of you there's a little something there which I hope will make up for all those other forgotten occasions."

Before Hyeonji could even start to protest she was cut off by Hoseok "And don't tell me I shouldn't have, "He went on "And don't tell me it's too expensive. I can afford it. Fact is, I can afford pretty well whatever I want these days. That computer game I told you about some time back has just gone on the worldwide market and it's going to make me a multimillionaire."

"Oh Hoseok! That's wonderful." Hyeonji exclaimed in excitement for her friend. "Maybe," he said dryly. "I'm beginning to find out being rich and successful isn't all it's cracked up to be. Except when it comes to buying my best friend something really nice," he added with a warm smile "Now, come on, go on, rip the paper off and open it up. I'm dying to see what you think."

Hyeonji then just did that, and gasped "Hoseok! You shouldn't have!"

"I thought I told you not to say that," he said ruefully. "I was in the jewelry store for hours this afternoon trying to decide. In the end I settled for something simple, but solid. Like you"

Hyeonji tried to take his words as a compliment, but somehow some of the pleasure of his gift dissolved at that point. She lifted the heavy gold chain necklace from its green velvet bed, laying across one palm while she slowly traced the heavy oval links with the index finger of her right hand.

Simple and solid. Like me...

"You don't like it?" Hoseok asked alarmed. Hyeonji heard the disappointment in his voice and forced herself to throw him a bright smile. "Don't be silly, I love it."

Chapter 04

Masterlist

[darrowsrising]

I saw your (maybe recent?) post about liking whatever characters you want to, regardless of personality or if other people like them, etc - and I wholeheartedly agree. However, glancing through some of your asks, it seems like you take a pretty caustic tone with any blog/anon that likes characters that you don't... for example, the lysander hate. Sure, plenty of people hate him, valid. But some people don't and that is also valid. I think the same could be said for almost any RR character.

So what is your point? That I should walk on eggshells with people who like the characters I don't? I don't do that on my blog, sorry. And where I have added shade and such are posts aimed to roast Roque and Lysander, so that my stuff doesn't perturbe the original poster with unwanted things. I do it in an amusing kind of way also, not to throw negativity left and right. Shading the characters I dislike deeply amuses me and some other people too.

If you come to my blog and want to talk about Roque and Lysander, I will accept and respect the fact that you are a fan (supposing you are). And I will do my best to analyse them without letting my opinion of them slip too much into the content. I have done that plenty of times, btw. However, I do reserve my rights to hate on them, because no matter what prompted them to do what they did, I simply dislike them. And I do that on my blog, where I have made it clear that I dislike them and warned people that if they like these character they may see me shading them.

That being said, I let people be and stan whoever they want to stan, because I also stan characters like Nero au Augustus or Apolloniu au Valii-Rath who are literally fancy garbage and I can be critical of their actions while still acknowledging that they are hella interesting and fascinating to the aesthetic hoe in me.

Stanning Roque and Lysander doesn't make you a bad person, but I will be critical of this 'oh, but Lysander has potential' or 'Roque did nothing wrong'. Because that, to me is simply annoying and untrue. But I will do so, only on my blog, I won't try to rain on someone else's parade. I can simply block people if I don't like their opinions, just like other people can block me if they don't like mine. No offence taken.

I can express my dislike of some characters on my blog, just like everyone else can on theirs. Unless I do a cross misinterpretation, I think it's ok of me to do that.

I am caustic towards Lysander, but that is the point Pierce Brown tries to deliver - he deserves the hatred. If you like how he is written, his over all arc and traits and all, I understand that, but you can also understand that I don't.

Coming to my blog and expecting me to mollycoddle what I hate/dislike is not really fair. I can understand why people like Lysander, I can respect we have different opinions, but I can't muster more than a tried, cold objectivity for as long as it is required of me to analyse them for an ask. Sometimes I would slip and be highly subjective in my analyses, it's only human.

I dislike saying that X character is morally better than another, that is true. That post about the best characters can vary from utter trash to cinnamon rolls was true. I should be able to like House Augustus and consider them the best without someone coming to tell me that House Bellona is morally better than them when in fact they are all in the same bloodydamn pot. They are all profeteering from the hierachy and their wealth and riches and the excuse that 'Nero's dad started it' is a third grade excuse.

People should like who they like and not be sorry about their choices (unless they are some far right twat), but that invites the utterly predictable - people should dislike who they dislike and not feel sorry about their choices (unless it's a gross misinterpretation).

I do like very morally questionable characters, that doesn't mean I condone what they do or agree with what they do. I extend this courtesy to every person - mutual or anon - who actually likes Roque and Lysander. But in rest, we all agree to disagree - they like them and I don't. And I don't rip their throats out for it, but I am not going to pretend that I am ok with these characters and what they did.

I am not going to say that Ajax is morally better than Lysander, because he is just as fucked up, but I do think he has some potential, but it exists only if he manages to see past his trauma. In the same pot, although maybe there is more honor and manners to him, is Diomedes. They are all facist, they are all killers, the degrees of annoyance they produce is just different. And of course the personality traits and backgrounds are all very different.

As I said, morality police needs to die and morality as a criteria is easy to spiral. You can't just prop a character you liked on a high horse and send them against a character you dislike and call the former better. Because it is a matter of taste. Some people like Sevro better than Darrow, I like Darrow better than Sevro, but I utterly adore Sevro. Ajax is utter trash, but Inhope he gets to win some in the last book, if only to spite Lysander. That is just a prefferance.

Idk, as long as I don't go full blown throat ripper bully on a person for daring to like a character I dislike, I think I am pretty valid. I can't always be impartial, although I do try my best, I am sorry when I don't manage to be as objective as I should.

I feel like as long as you can have a critical thinking about problematic aspects of your media, you are free to love whatever.

I am truly sorry people feel like I will rip their throats if they approach me with some stuff, I am quite radical about some stuff, although I try to reign that in. That is not what I intended, although it comes out like that despite my best intentions. That I do deeply apologize for!

But I won't walk on eggshells about my dislikes. I can try and I am trying to be less agressive in my responses. But my opinion of the aforementioned characters won't be mollycoddled. I can try for impartiality as far as analyses go, but when poeole post shade, I will reblog shade and relish in it.

Howl on!