#her One snobbish behavior

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

i think solaris has nearly gotten herself 'fired' for a myriad of different reasons- with plenty of her personal offenses being what zor would consider severely insubordinate. but i think the stupidest thing she was almost nearly punished for was getting into a vicious debate with the doctor because they had the gall to assume dark chocolate was better than milk

[arts-bloody-rose]

Blood of A Rose - Bait and Switch (Art the Clown x Fem!Reader)

Masterlist

Summary - A series of unfortunate events leads to (Y/n) turning on her favorite clown.

Notes - Based on a request to show reader snapping on Art 🫢 I originally wanted to take a smutty approach, but I didn’t feel that it was realistic to his character and behavior in this scenario so decided not to for this one.

Word Count - 1,926

Warning(s) - Acts of aggression, minor argument/tension, angst

Song Inspiration -

Ice Nine Kills - Ex-Mørtis

The rain started the week. It wasn’t the soft, misty kind (Y/n) usually enjoyed during her peaceful walks through the cemetery, finding time for herself to recoup.

No, it was a downpour that began when she was still a good distance from home. An unrelenting, soaking storm that had her sprinting back, camera now ruined despite her best efforts to shield it. 

When she entered the building, anyone who even glanced at her would steer clear. She stood stiff in front of the door that closed behind her, clothes drenched and dripping wet along with her hair that stuck to her face. Her eyes held a heavy glare, filled with hatred for the universe that defied her. 

As she shuffled into the work area that Art occupied in front of his desk, she made her way over and took the camera from around her neck, nearly slamming it onto the empty stool beside him. 

Art jumped, items dropping from his hands and snapped his head to look over at her. He took in her disheveled appearance and emotionless expression, then suddenly started to hunch over in laughter. He motioned at her during his fit and held a hand over his stomach as she crossed her arms, giving him a pointed look. 

“I don’t suppose you know how to fix a water-damaged camera?”

He then gasped, laughter coming to a halt. He pointed to the soaking camera and her eyebrow twitched in confirmation. Art pouted and solemnly shook his head. 

She rolled her eyes and went on to spend the next few hours trying to salvage what she could, praying the water hadn’t seeped into the lens she so loved, but no amount of drying or tinkering helped. The final death blow came when the shutter jammed with a soft click. Silent, but devastating.

The tone was set for what she now declared a dreadful week. 

(Y/n) woke up the next night to find her latest series submission, Memento Mori, was shredded by protestors through the local newspaper. She had come to expect the harsh criticism, but something about this particular review clawed at her. It was brutal, dismissive, and worst of all, physically destroyed her work.  

Tasteless, is what they called it. As if her entire soul, spilled across her paintings and photos, could be reduced to a single word. (Y/n), who had always been quiet and careful about how she handled criticism, could barely stop her hands from trembling as she lowered the paper with an incredulous chuckle.

It stung in a way it hadn’t in a long time. And that sting stayed with her as her hand came up to press against her forehead in disbelief. 

“I don’t get it. These same people go out and watch people get slaughtered for fun in the movies, dress up all bloody and disfigured for some holiday, yet when I put it on a canvas it’s morbid?” (Y/n) ranted and ripped the newspaper in half, tossing it into a steel bucket and beginning to pace. 

Sensing the rising tension, Art put down his tools and spun on his stool to face her, one leg crossed over the other with his hands folded over his knee as he gave her his full attention. 

She whipped to face him, hand on her hip as she continued. “Am I really that fucking messed up? Am I wrong? Just because I don’t follow their status quo?” 

Art shook his head with a snobbish expression, pointing his nose up, hand shooing at the space beside him. 

“Trust me, I wish I could brush it off, but when someone tears up my work, that’s an entirely different story.” His face twisted into an offended countenance, nearly breaking his neck with how quickly he looked at her. 

He then stood and grabbed the ripped newspaper from the bucket, holding the two pieces together to read the article. He analyzed the photos provided showing security cam footage of the perpetrators, taking in every detail of the individuals involved. 

Art then dropped it back into the bucket, stalking past her to grab his bag and throwing it over his shoulder. He turned to look at (Y/n) who simply watched indifferently and nodded his head towards the door for her to follow him. 

As the rest of the week piled on with a series of small mishaps, it seemed as if she was only inching closer to her breaking point. The littlest inconveniences chipped away at her already weaker state of mind given what had happened already. 

Packages arriving late, leaving her without the materials she needed for her next gallery submission. Tripping over a piece of wood laying around in the work area to which she casually flipped off. Her shirt getting caught on a doorknob as she walked past it in an already irritated state of mind. 

(Y/n) tried to push it all aside to maintain her usually calm demeanor, but it all inevitably added to the growing pit of frustration in her chest. She felt it slowly spreading, a storm forming just beneath her skin.

By Friday, her patience was thinner than spider silk.

She painted the canvas on her easel, limited to such mediums as her new camera had yet to be delivered. She felt the metal piece connecting the bristles to the handle wiggle as it loosened over time, teetering on the edge of falling off as she painted in the finer details of her work. 

As per usual, Art sat at his desk beside her, tinkering away. He then paused with a thoughtful expression, tapping the screwdriver in his hand against a nearby empty jar. 

(Y/n) sighed, trying to keep calm as she thought the sound wouldn’t last too long and he would go back to working. When it didn’t, she took a deep breath to compose herself. 

“Please stop.” She asked politely, but he caught her irritated undertone and his eyes glimmered. 

He held up the hand that was tapping in an apology, nodding before looking back at what was in front of him. As (Y/n) continued to paint through the interaction, he grinned mischievously. 

The tapping resumed and (Y/n) poked her tongue at the inside of her cheek, dropping her arm that was painting and tapped her foot. She closed her eyes to calm herself once she felt the familiar sense of anger begin to bubble, taking another deep breath. “Art, stop.” She asked a second time, her voice now firm. 

He pouted and put his hands in his lap, looking down at it in disappointment. She paused for a moment, waiting for him to start back up. When she deemed it clear, she lifted her arm again and resumed painting. 

For the third time, the tapping resumed, this time in a rhythm. Her heart began to race as the frustration continued to build, nearly spilling over. It felt as if the sound was only getting louder, the high-pitched sound of the glass nearly painful. 

Just as she thought it couldn’t get any worse, the tip of the brush finally fell off and paint smeared onto the canvas as it fell. 

Without hesitation, she dropped the handle and snatched the jar from Art’s desk, chucking it against the wall nearby and shattering it to pieces. 

She stared at Art furiously, nose flaring slightly. His hands were up in defense, mouth creating an ‘o’ of surprise with eyebrows raised. He then smiled deviously, setting down his tools without breaking eye contact and rising from his chair intimidatingly. 

Her head tilted up to look at him, standing her ground and expression unchanging as he stepped in front of her. His hand then snatched her jaw, almost painfully as he forced her to hold his gaze. His nose twitched before he suddenly let go, turning away from her with a frown and walking towards his bag. 

He picked it up, slinging it over his shoulder and looked at her one last time before walking out of the building. 

(Y/n) stared at the door as it closed behind him, taking a deep breath. She turned to look at the shards of glass on the floor, biting her lip in thought. One of her hands covered her eyes, then ran down her face before she grabbed a broom sitting against a corner and began to sweep up the mess. 

Guilt began to set in as she finished, deciding to wind down in her room before anything else had happened. She sank into the edge of her bed, elbows on her knees as her hands held her head.

(Y/n) tried to defend him, telling herself that he was just trying to cheer her up. But that couldn’t have been true. He knew she was irritated and went ahead and continued to annoy her anyways. But that still didn’t mean she had to lash out at him of all people. 

He had his own personal oddities and behaviors that were out of the norm, but he still had her best interest in mind. He just didn’t know how to properly show it and she should have been more understanding. 

(Y/n) eventually laid down on the bed, closing her eyes as her music played softly in the background. 

She wasn’t sure how long it had been before she heard the front door open again, a couple of hours at the least. She shot up from her bed, taking a deep breath and stood to open her door. She looked to her left, seeing Art’s now bloodied form dropping his bag in the workroom and she immediately walked over to him. 

Art jumped when he felt arms wrap around his torso from behind, face twisted into confusion before he realized what was happening. His shoulders relaxed, expression neutral as his dirtied hands came up to rest over (Y/n)’s arms. 

Her breath seeped through his suit as she sighed and he patted her arm, turning around in her grasp to face her. She looked up at him with apologetic eyes, lips frowning and his head tilted endearingly. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you…” She mumbled in shame, gnawing at her lip anxiously as he stared down at her with a level of intensity that was almost too much to bear. 

Art patted her cheek, his usual smile popping onto his face when he pulled away from her and motioned for her to wait a second. He turned to his bag and began to dig through it, picking out a few things before turning back to her. 

In his hands were new brushes. From the looks of it, they seemed to be of higher quality and her eyes lit up. 

The smile now on (Y/n)’s face nearly rivaled his own as she gently took the brushes from him, eyeing them in appreciation. She giggled excitedly and hugged him tightly, cheek squished against his chest. He patted her back, tipping his hat when she pulled away. 

“But why? I snapped at you?” She asked genuinely. 

He simply shrugged with a sheepish look and she giggled and shook her head, stepping up to kiss him on his cheek. He blinked rapidly at her, swinging abashedly. 

“Why are they bloody?” (Y/n) asked him with a smirk when he started to turn to make his way to his desk.

Art froze, lips downturned as if he was caught in the act with wide eyes, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. 

Tag list: @callsignwidow @hoe-for-daddywise

[vertigoed]

seasons | satoru gojo

all your life, you’ve lied but satoru knew the truth.

summary: fem!reader x richboy!satoru, childhood bestfriends, satoru is an aspiring start up entrepreneur, reader is in established relationship with toji and in lawschool (reader aged 22, satoru 24)

your friendship with satoru was strictly platonic. this was what you'd swore to everyone throughout most of your life, like a mantra playing on a broken record. that the son of the famous architect was like your older brother and that you'd rather die than see him as a man.

when you first met him, you were only 8 and he had just turned 10. his parents had recently gotten divorced, resulting in a moody satoru moving in next door, with his mom who dressed fancy and smoked a lot.

you were an extroverted child, a bit nosey and always wanting to befriend every kid you encountered. satoru, however, was the opposite. he exuded an air of shyness and snobbishness, often wrinkling his pointed nose in disdain at the things he found unamusing.

you didn't let that bother you and always knocked at his door, asking his mother if the boy can come out and play.

initially, his mom would have to drag him out, but eventually he started to warm up to you. he started to share his candy without you having to plead and some days, he'd shyly knock at your door to ask you to play.

despite satoru being older, he'd often be seen shadowing your every move, akin to a lost puppy, listening to your childish demands and playing the games that you liked.

once his voice dropped, he stopped being so obedient and started to boss you around, which of course led to many childish arguments. when you started to wear padded bras, a noticeable change occurred in satoru's behavior. he became increasingly awkward, abruptly getting up and leaving if you'd touch him the wrong way or avoiding your eyes if you wore something a bit revealing.

high school was rough for the both of you. girls either hated your guts or befriended you to solely get close to satoru. while satoru had to deal with his class mates oggling at you in the hallways and constantly being asked if he's 'done it' yet.

"y/n!"

you lifted your head from your arms, frowning in annoyance as you were just about to drift off to sleep. you tiredly watch sakura stroll over to you with a pink box in her hand.

"i was just about to sleep," you rolled your eyes, resting your chin on your hand with heavy lids.

you were barely surviving with just four hours of sleep as you stayed up all night cramming for an exam. you were in no mood to deal with sakura, already knowing what she wanted from you.

"can you give this to gojo senpai?" she hummed, placing the box on your desk, "and maybe invite him to my birthday party? of course, you need to come too-"

"do it yourself," you buried your face into the crook of your arms, hoping she'll take the hint to leave.

"please," she began to whine, crouching down next to you so she was at face level. you felt her gently shake your shoulder, "i'm too scared and you're like super close to him. just say it's from me-"

"ask shoko or suguru," you snapped.

you hated that all the girls in your grade expected you to be satoru's postman. it was almost a daily occurrence where you'd find chocolates and letters at your desk with his name labelled on it.

but one thing you hated more was when they would personally come up to you for a favour and beg until you gave in.

"but they're older and scaryyy.. please y/n."

"fine!" you groaned, cutting her off as you were unable to tolerate her pitched voice, "let me at least sleep until lunch is over."

"yay you're the best! love you!”

you could hear the girl get up and walk away, sliding the door shut behind her and finally leaving you alone in the classroom.

"she's such a rude bitch sometimes," sakura's loud voice echoed into the hallway.

"she thinks she's top shit just because she's friends with gojo senpai. but seriously, she's just his lackey don't you think so?" you heard another voice chime in and the girls all burst into laughter.

"yeah, she probably does his homework for him and wipe his ass or something because there's no way someone like gojo senpai would want to hang out..."

you felt your blood boil with anger, not necessarily at sakura, but more towards satoru. it was infuriating that people saw you as nothing more than just gojo satoru’s friend. you were sick of school feeling like his kingdom and you were some sort of side character who’s main purpose is to deliver gifts for the almighty gojo.

you look at the box wrapped in baby pink wrapping paper with a blue bow placed on top. "i'm his lackey?" you bitterly muttered to yourself, ripping the paper off.

it was a box of nama royce chocolate. you scoffed at sakura's stupidity of gifting food that was meant to be refrigerated. you scoffed down the chocolates, leaving the wrapping paper on your desk so sakura would notice.

coincidentally, you spot satoru's white hair walking past the room with shoko. you angrily sculled back some water to wash the chocolate down, before stomping out to chase your friend.

"satoru!” you take an airy breath before calling out to him.

he spun at the sound of your voice with a bright grin, his eyes trailing to the box in your hands .

"yo! another present for me?" he greeted you, blue eyes glistening with excitement, "are those nama chocolates? are they still cold-"

you stomped over and shoved the empty box into his hands, "they were cold," you lied (they were room temperature) "and really fucking delicious."

"you ate it?" he looked surprised, slowly opening the box to see it bare and looked back up with disappointment, "but they're not meant for you to eat..."

"from now on, i'm going to take a cut of your presents," you narrowed your eyes before turning to shoko who seemed to be entertained by the little scene, "hey shoko-"

"wait why are you mad at me?" satoru cuts you off and much to his annoyance, your eyes remained firmly on his friend and not him.

"it's annoying right?" shoko linked her arm with you, ignoring the taller boy, "i know exactly how you feel. before you joined this school, i had to put up with the same bullshit."

"people think i'm his lackey," you sulked, letting the older girl walk you down and leaving a confused satoru behind, "and they all think they can use me to get close to him, i'm so over it!"

"i know, we overheard those girls talk.... it's infuriating but don't let it get to you," shoko gave you a sympathetic smile, giving your arm a small squeeze in reassurance, "seriously, i don't know why people put that dumb ass on a pedestal. he's got a pretty head but it's just an accessory with nothing inside."

you laughed a little too hard at shoko's roast.

"i can hear you guys talk shit aboout me! and shoko can you tell y/n that i stood up for her to those-"

"don't worry, we'll be graduating soon so you won't have to deal with him any longer at school," shoko flashed you a grin.

following his high school graduation, satoru moved into one of his father's apartments in ginza as it was closer to his university.

despite him no longer being your neighbor, your friendship remained resolute. you would go over to his apartment almost daily after school, where you'd have a study session, then force him to buy you dinner. thanks to satoru's help, you graduated with grades good enough to get into law school.

things started to get rocky when you got into your first serious relationship at the age of 20.

the moment satoru somehow found out that your boyfriend was 37 with two kids, he lost his shit. he showed up to your door with an expression so dark, his voice so low and fraught with tension, that for the first time in your life, you felt a pang of fear within you.

"you just turning fucking 20 and you're whoring out for a guy who's almost double your fucking age?" he hissed, an unmistakable scent of alcohol lingered heavily on his breath.

"w-what? how did you find out?" you freeze at the door, slightly too frightened to move.

you purposely kept your relationship with toji fushiguro a secret as you were afraid of satoru judgement. you didn't expect him to be this upset though.

he pushed past you to let himself in. "does that matter?" satoru raised his voice. you couldn't tell if he was disappointed or disgusted. "are you with him for money? because you know i can take care of you, you just need to let me know!"

you shook your head, unable to find your voice as satoru was partially correct. money played a big part in your relationship with toji but he didn't have to know that. you bit your lip, sucking in your teeth, "money has nothing to do with this," you lied.

his brows knit into a tight scowl, "so you genuinely like that old fucker?"

"i-i," you tried to think of words to say. "you haven't even met him, he's really nice-"

"he's 16 years older than you!" his fist slams against the table, causing you to flinch in shock. his face softened, immediately regretting his outburst, "i'm sorry.”

"i'm not a kid," you spoke quietly, taking the seat next to him at the table, "i-i get why it may seem wrong but he cares for me and i'm sorry i didn't tell you. it's only been a couple months-"

"so you want to be a step mom at 20?" he said, letting out a humorless laugh, "you're in law school and you want to waste your time dating a old geezer who's got two fucking kids?"

you couldn't look at him in the eyes and kept your gaze firmly on your lap. having two kids was last of toji's issues. the man owned several clubs across roppongi and shibuya where he money laundered billions, as well as hosting highly illegal, drug infested parties for japan's top 1%.

toji getting caught was near impossible due to his connections with the law enforcement. but you were still afraid of the possible consequences of being a criminal's girlfriend and what it may do to your future career. you knew satoru had every right to be worried.

"stop being like this satoru," you let out a shaky sigh, "j-just stop caring so much."

"oh my god y/n," he groaned into his hands before tugging at his white strands in frustration, "you're fucking killing me here. how do you expect me to not care when it's you?"

"look i get it. i'm like your younger sister and obviously you'd be protective-"

your breath hitched as satoru moved at lightning speed, pressing his lips against yours. he was too quick for your mind to process what was going on as your eyes remained wide open.

it was a blur of dizzying heat, your stomach doing somersaults in a panicked, frenzy mode as your brain was screaming for you to do something- anything.

"are you okay?!" you pushed him off, your heart pounding violently against your chest and blood rush through you in a way it shouldn't.

you couldn't understand why your stomach was swarming with monstrous butterflies and your legs felt like custard. you should be repulsed, not nervous.

"no, just trying to make a point that you're not my sister," his mouth settled somewhere between a smile and a frown as his icy blue eyes bored into you.

he swiftly leaned into you again and cupped your cheek, his touch causing your breath to hitch. " you should be with me instead,” his voice barley above a whisper.

your eyes were almost bursting out your head as you stared back in disbelief, it had to be the alcohol talking.

and for the first time in your life, you felt yourself weak before his famous blue eyes that everyone seemed to swoon for. your heart fluttered and your eyes trail down to his soft lips. that kiss felt like a fever dream, you wanted to feel it again so badly...

wait, what the fuck is wrong with me?!

"you're wasted," you snapped out of the trance, breaking eye contact, “w-we should talk about this when you’re sober."

"what does he have that i don't?" he spoke calmly, his cold fingers digging into your cheek, ”besides fucking kids? was the kiss that awful?"

you pulled his hands off you, still feeling his blue orbs burning into you as you defensively cross your arms. objectively speaking, it wasn't like he was lacking in any way, if anything he was a perfect boyfriend candidate. but your friendship with him was also perfect- so perfect that you were terrified of ruining it.

your mouth opens and shuts, caught in the grip of uncertainty as your mind battled itself. you couldn't bring yourself to admit the unexpected allure of his lips- you just weren't prepared to acknowledge that truth yet.

“i'm with toji," you said softly, lowering your eyes, "i think you had too much to drink tonight, you need to leave."

his face dropped and it was like all the lights in his eyes went dim. with his shoulders slouched, he shoots you a fleeting look before leaving without another word. you found yourself tossing and turning all night, unable to close as your eyes as the hurt look he flashed upon you was etched into your memory,

the next morning, satoru acted like the kiss never happened so you followed suit and tried to forget it- after all, he was drunk so he probably blacked out.

the day you realised you loved satoru as more than just a friend, you were a few years too late.

"you're dating rumi yoshimoto?" the words escaped your lips louder than intended, causing a few heads to turn in the cafe. your face heats up in embarrassment and you try to relax your composure, "-is this why you asked to meet up?"

this was your first time seeing satoru in a couple months so when he asked to meet up at a cafe, you were bursting with excitement, even putting on some makeup before leaving the house. your shoulders deflate in disappointment and your stomach felt as if you've been punched in the guts.

"yeah," he nodded, looking up from his hot chocolate, "it only happened last week."

words failed you in that moment as a mixture of contradicting feelings wash over you. you should be happy for him, or at least be curious about the details. so why did you feel a sickening sense of jealousy?

it made sense for satoru and rumi to be together. they had been friends since college; she worked under him at his startup tech company and they were both attractive and available. on the other hand, you were already in a three-year-long relationship with no right to be salty.

"wow, this is the first time you've even spoken to me about another girl," you tried to sound nonchalant, but your stomach churned. you take a long sip of you drink to wash down the tightness of your throat, "i never even thought you'd be interested in rumi."

satoru's love life had been virtually non-existent- or so you thought- aside from a few casual one night stands in the past that he never bothered to discuss with you. you'd try to get him to talk about the few girls he hooked up with, but he'd scrunch his nose in disgust in response.

he had thousands of beautiful girls at his feet, yet he'd claim nobody was good enough for him. rumi was the last woman you thought would be good enough for gojo satoru.

"i guess i only started liking her a few weeks ago."

you shift uncomfortably at the thought of satoru and rumi dating. act normal. why are you being such a weirdo? you silently scold yourself,.

you take a small breath and force the corners of your mouth into a smile. "h-how did it start?" you kept your attention on your melon soda, stirring it with the straw, "who confessed to who first?"

"she asked me out then i told her to give me a couple weeks to think about it," he leaned back in his seat to stretch out his long arms as he yawned, clearly showing that this conversation was boring him. you couldn't help but admire the cords of muscle in his thick forearms bulge with each flex of movement, "but, anyway that's me. how's your life been?"

"huh?" you blinked, breaking your gaze away from his body and hastily divert your attention elsewhere. you prayed he didn't see you checking him out. "oh um, good. i finished my exams so i'm done for the year and uh... going on a trip in a few weeks."

"to where?"

"europe," you gulped, stirring the ice cream into the green drink.

satoru kept quiet. he didn't even have to ask who you were going with. toji fushiguro had become the forbidden topic between you two.

"rumi huh?" you take a tip out of your drink, hastily changing the subject to break the tension, "how long did she have feelings for you?"

you've only met rumi a handful of times but it was enough to get a slight feeling that she had a crush on satoru, as you noticed her lingering stares on him whenever you met her at one of his parties.

"she said since freshman year in college, so six years or so," he shrugged, "i don't know how i feel about dating someone who works under me though."

you wanted to tell him it's a horrible idea, that rumi could never match his energy and he should break it off. you bite your cheek. you should be supportive and play the best friend role like you're supposed to.

"love can grow over time," you gulped, fiddling with the hem of your sweater underneath the table, "just give it a chance."

you were burning with self hatred at that moment. you coulnd't understand why you were so bummed out by this, why it was so upsetting that-

“i wish you'd stop me."

a baby started screaming on top of their lungs simultaneously as he spoke. you furrowed your brows, leaning in, “huh?”

you weren't sure if you just misheard but did he just say? no, you must've misheard.

“nothing, i said let's go,” he looked away and got up, “i'll pay."

you follow the six foot four man outside, the cold winter air brushing against your skin, causing you to shiver and tighten the scarf around your neck. you watched how satoru walked with confidence, head held high and ignoring every head that turned to admire the model like man.

"let me drive you home," he turned to you, "i parked a few blocks down."

"okay," you nodded, quickening your pace to close the gap between you two, "so, how's the business going?"

"good," he answered, "i've got a meeting with an investor next week."

you get into his sleek black mclaren, buckling yourself as he started up the engine. "do you mind if we drop by the office on the way to yours? just need to grab my laptop," he said, resting his hand behind your head rest as he reversed out.

“i don’t mind,” you answered, playing with the rings on your finger as you looked out the tinted windows.

your mind drifts off to the night satoru kissed you. even three years later, you frequently thought about it. you always questioned if it was fueled by the alcohol or genuine feelings; wondering what would’ve happened happened if you kissed him back and what if you didn't push him away- would you have left toji and be his girlfriend instead of rumi?

truth be told, you weren't even certain how you felt towards satoru at this stage. the thought of being in a relationship with him terrified you. you were never a believer in true love and rather believed in statistics that proved 70% of relationships fail in the first year.

you simply loved him too much so you didn’t want to risk possibly losing your friendship over a relationship that was bound to fail.

satoru pulls into the parking lot of his office that was tucked in between a diner and a vintage records shop. satoru’s office was location on the top floor of the 50 storey building that his father owned and the rest of the building was shared with other businesses.

you raised a brow when you saw rumi's car was also parked. you casually announced that you'll follow him in.

"i’ll try to be quick, ten minutes max," satoru turned to you in the elevator as you smoothed down your hair.

"yeah, that's fine," you shrugged, checking your reflection in the mirror.

satoru's stare lingers on you, breaking off when the elevator door opens, revealing the woman you were hoping to see. your eyes trail down to her outfit, a tight midi skirt and cream colored turtleneck.

"h-hey guys!" rumi's voice was pitched, clearly surprised to see you, "what are you doing here?"

her usual black hair was curled into loose waves and she wasn't wearing her thick rimmed glasses that hid her features. she looked pretty and you hated that.

"hey, i'm just getting my laptop," the arctic haired man greets the girl, oblivious to her stunned reaction.

you knew rumi never liked you- or at least, was uncomfortable around you- but, you didn't mind that, especially in times like this, watching her squirm bought you satisfaction.

"hey rumi, congrats on the new relationship!" you chirped brightly at the taller woman, a wide smile plastered on your face, "i'm guessing that's why you're all dressed up?"

satoru shoots rumi a cursory glance without much expression.

"oh... s-satoru already told you," she stuttered, looking at her new boyfriend, who was oblivious to her tone with her lips pressed into a tight smile.

"well, i'm going to be in the office, text me when you get home," the tall man gives his girlfriend another fleeting look before leaving his defenseless girlfriend to your antics.

the dark haired woman wrapped her arms around herself, shifting uncomfortably in her boots, "s-so what are you guys doing after?"

"oh us?" your tone was causal and light, "we're probably going to chill at mine."

rumi's face goes pale and you notice her jaw clench ever so slightly. you laugh and give her a light slap on the shoulder, "what's with the face! don't worry, it's nothing like that," you giggled.

poor rumi start to laugh with you, although she didn't know what was so funny. rumi swallowed her discomfort. after all, you're satoru's childhood friend, practically family and she'd only started dating him a week ago.

"i'm not worried," rumi plastered a smile, meeting your eyes.

well you should be, you think to yourself but instead, you smile back at her. "oh by the way," you lowered your voice, "you got like food stuck in your teeth, must've been from lunch."

you gesture at the left side of your mouth, your lips curled into a faint smirk. rumi turns her head down to the floor and pressed the elevator button to go down, muttering a goodbye to you.

did you feel like immature? yes but what could you do when all you could see is green?

you give the door a quick knock before stepping into the office. satoru was busily typing away at his laptop, not even bothering to acknowledge you.

you walked over to his chair to peek over his shoulder, scrunching your nose at all the complicated coding stuff. you sat yourself on the massive couch facing the french windows.

one prominent feature of the's office was the wall made entirely of glass stretching from floor to ceiling, showing a panoramic view of lively shinjuku below. the sun was setting, casting a gorgeous hue of purple and red over the cityscape of towering buildings with glistening lights and billboards. no matter how many times you've visited his work place, you couldn't get over this sight.

you then tried to focus on your phone, mindlessly scrolling in between apps. a fan edit of satoru's high school photos showed up on your tiktok feed, your lips twitch into a wistful smile as you reminisce on your youth.

back then, people expected him to become an athlete or a professional mma fighter due to his innate atheletic talents. nobody expected him to enroll in computer science and all thought he was wasting his gift.

little did they know satoru also happened to be a coding genius. at the age of 20, he was making headlines in the tech industry, labelled as the gen z mark zukerberg. tiktok and twitter soon found out about gojo satoru, which led to him becoming an online sensation with millions of fans thirsting over him.

your eyes float over to your friend. you were still in disbelief that satoru was finally in his first relationship at the age of 24. as stupid as this may sound, but you never thought this day would come- well not this quick anyway.

"i can feel you staring at me," he broke off your chain of thoughts, catching you off guard. your face heats up in embarrassment and you hastily avert your gaze away. he stood from his seat as he packed his laptop into his bag, "what did i do?"

"nothing," you shook your head as you got up from the couch.

suddenly, you heard satoru's stomach grumble. "i cooked pasta for lunch, do you want some?" you asked as you wait for the elevator.

you bit your lip, watching the flicker of surprise crosses his eyes as he hesitate to answer.

"yeah alright." satoru brushed off the slight prick in his moral compass, telling himself there was no harm in just going over to a friend's apartment for dinner.

so when rumi texted him asking him what he was doing later that night, he lied and replied saying he was at suguru's apartment. when in reality, he was sitting on your couch, lighting up a blunt, with you sitting comfortably close.

he tried to ignore his conscientious side nagging him that this was wrong. not because you're a woman.

but, because it was you. the one who made his heart race whenever your skin brushed against his. only you could turn him on just by your scent or the way you looked up at him with glistening eyes. only you could get him hard by innocently bending over to pick up the fallen remote.

it was you that he was alone with while he's in a committed relationship, which was why he had to leave.

"i have to go," he took an airy breath, standing up from the sofa without a glance.

he never thought of himself as a good guy. in fact he’s done plenty of morally questionable things in the past. but he knew he wasn't going to let himself become a cheater like his father.

"what, why?" you get up as well, following him to the door as he hurriedly shrugged his jacket on.

you grabbed his wrist so he'd face you but his 6'4 frame wouldn't budge.

"i-i shouldn't be doing this," he said with a stoic expression.

"why? we're just watching a movie," you were beyond confused as he was laughing at the movie ten minutes ago. you racked you brain, trying to think what you did wrong that could've upset him so much.

satoru pulled out of your grip and seemed to hesitate to say something before shaking his head and letting out an exasperated sigh, "i'll text you," he murmured, before closing the door behind him.

you don't notice the tears pooling down your eyes, lips quivering as your knees dropped you to the floor. you were only watching a movie with him, something you've done a million times with him. it hurt to know things were going to change from now. you felt pathetic, wallowing like this in self pity and regret.

you wished you didn't care so much and that you could be happy for them. it wasn't like you could rewind the time and change the past, but still, you desperately wished you could take back those words you said.

you thought back to all the times satoru had cared for you, in a way nobody had before. he was never the type of person to verbally express his love, instead showed it everyday with abundance.

satoru was the type to remember you complaining about your headphones being uncomfortable and casually get you a new pair the next day, under the guise that he accidentally bought himself two sets.

there was a phase in high school when you and satoru would often have petty arguments and you'd act like a total brat to him, your teenage hormones fueling your emotions to hurl hurtful insults. surprisingly though, satoru would still drive you to school the next day, albeit, it was always a silent car ride as he still held a grudge against you.

he knew every detail about you and sometimes you felt like he knew you better than yourself. he kept you grounded, always pushing you to be better. even when he was drowning in college exams, he'd still make time to tutor you and helped you keep in track with your studies, knowing you lacked self discipline and would procrastinate if he didn't do so.

when your grandmother passed away, he wasn't sure what to say to comfort you- instead, he cried with you and stayed until you were okay. with satoru by your side, you never once felt alone. it was no secret that you loved satoru but it was daunting to finally realise how deep it was.

was this how satoru felt when he found out about toji?

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i didnt proof read this but yay thank u if u read this far.

(reader is so messy ik )

[saiyanmazen]

Because of all the amazing Vegebul on my feed today, I will share a couple of my headcanons regarding them (as though all my thoughts aren't about them):

Clothing

Vegeta approves of everything his wife wants to wear no matter how raunchy; he even enjoys seeing her curves all on display, his woman flaunting her assets. However, he will punish anyone who takes advantage of her skimpy clothing, like looking up her skirt, or who might imply that she's slutty because of what she's wearing. He will always support her fashion choices in spite of not understanding them.

Smells

Like all Saiyans, Vegeta has a strong sense of smell. However, his is especially sensitive (which, according to Bulma, is due to his snobbish behavior) and he is bothered by artifical smells in the space of his residence.

Particularly the perfumes that Bulma and her mother wear, as well as the cigarettes she smokes with her father. After Bulma got Vegeta to know better, learned more about how much the odors bothered him and even started to feel attracted to him, she stopped wearing strong perfumes and even quit smoking.

It's easy to discern if the two have had an intense fight because Bulma will smoke a couple of cigarettes to keep Vegeta away from their bed.

Family

Vegeta secretly keeps pictures of his family inside the small fridge in the gravity room. Since it is restocked automatically by robots, he's certain that no one knows about his hidden sentimentality.

Unbeknownst to him, two people have seen the pictures: Panchy who regularly checks that the robots are doing the job and has no sense of private property; and Goku who burrowed the gravity room one day without asking, for which he received a good beating when Vegeta found out.

The two haven't told anyone about the pictures, but are simply happy that Vegeta loves his family so much.

[blackwolfstabs]

ABIGAIL | Werewolf AU HCs (requested by @simpingforclaudette)

THE PACK ────��─ FROM RATS TO WOLVES

FRANK

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Frank is definitely an alpha and sees himself as the pack leader, not only in being the primary in affiliation with Lambert, but as a former detective, he can't handle not being in control.

he's used to being on his own, which is why he's the most aggressive. he hasn't had to "teamwork" with anyone, so when he can't do things his way, he possesses aggressive, almost feral, behavior.

he HATES commands or simulating any kind of domestic-dog affiliations.

he's constantly scratching and grooming himself, due to stress. it's hard for him to sit still.

he will challenge ANYONE for dominance and will even go to killing to prove himself as an alpha.

guard-dog material but snobbish, so he picks and chooses who he defends.

PETER

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Peter looks like an alpha, but he doesn't have any controlling tendencies or desires.

he'd take being a lone wolf over being in a pack, because he doesn't like taking directions. he likes to do whatever he wants.

he looks to Frank as the alpha and Rickles as the deputy of the pack.

he's desperate to imprint on someone and sees himself as more of a domestic dog than a wild animal. in other words, he thinks he's a lapdog.

When he was younger, he would hunt for fun, because he enjoyed the thrill of it.

he's the most skittish of the pack, choosing to flee from a vampire, cat, enemy before fight. however, his fear makes him highly aggressive when cornered.

SAMMY

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Sammy is very much the puppy of the pack. she has the most energy and expresses it through her feelings, which makes her appear to be the most dramatic.

she's a follower and sees Joey as the female alpha. if asked, she'd say Joey is the pack leader, rather than Frank, and will lick her as a sign of respect.

she's the only one in the pack that wears a collar.

she has the best hearing of the pack, which leaves her to be moderately observant and curious. yes, she's a star for the iconic head-tilt that German Shepherds are commonly known for haha.

she's a very vocal wolf. she barks, howls, whines, etc. the most.

as impulsive, young, and careless as she seems, she has the most control over phasing.

DEAN

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Dean is a lone wolf, but he doesn't know a stranger. He lives primarily as a scavenger, eating off of scraps left behind by other predators or werewolves.

he's a full-blooded omega, friendly, chill, and very submissive; however, he's very good at problem-solving. he's the escape-artist of the pack.

he will do anything for a bribe: treats, money, bones, toys, etc.

he will chase anything that moves, especially small animals, but often runs into everything while doing it.

he knows no boundaries, so he doesn't hesitate to get into the business of other wolves when they're eating, grooming, sleeping, etc. they get mad and snap at him, but he keeps coming back.

he's the only one of the pack that likes water/will swim.

RICKLES

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Rickles was born to be in a pack. coming from a military background, he's the most reliable for protection, even if he doesn't get along with everyone.

he's the best hunter of the pack, with a good sense of direction.

he possesses strong alpha energy but will acknowledge Frank as the pack leader. however, like Sammy, he does value Joey as the female alpha and shows great respect for her.

he's the calmest in stressful situations and is the first to keep the others in line, possessing a strong herding instinct. he will bite the scruffs of the others, when they're acting too out-of-line or as a protective gesture, the way a pup would be grabbed when correcting behavior or placement.

he hates being blindsided or being in a submissive position.

he's the most spontaneous phaser and often uses markings on trees and howling as a form of communication.

JOEY

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Joey is the female alpha of the pack by nature, even though Sammy & Rickles already see her as one.

she's the most reserved of the pack and the best tracker, having the best sense of smell.

due to her being a mother and a medic, she's very gentle.

she's very mouthy, even though she's well out of puppyhood. she uses her jaws like hands and chews on many different things, especially when she's feeling stressed or anxious.

she knows many commands the way a domestic dog would, however she only does them for Abigail. her "shake" symbolizes their pinky-promise.

she's the most agile of the pack, able to move quick and efficiently, very much like one would expect of a Border Collie or Belgian Shepherd.

these lowkey turned out to be more like normal wolf headcanons, instead of werewolf ones, because i didn't add any werewolf lore but oh well. i hope you like them anyways! if not, i'm sorry 🩶🩶🩶

[pikadrawsthings]

Hogwarts Legacy MC: 🤎💙Weiss Starling💙🤎

General

Full Name: Weiss Snow Starling

Nicknames: Starla, The Superior Starling

Date of Birth: January 4

Star Sign: Capricorn

Gender: female

Sexuality: unlabeled, she likes what she likes

Nationality: English

Blood Status: Pure Blood

House: Ravenclaw

Amortentia: River water, sugar, butter beer

Patronus: Fox

Boggart: drowning in a frozen lake

Likes: snow, rustic architecture, quidditch, sewing

Dislikes: her parents & sister, bullies, generally bad people, her blood status

Traits: resourceful, tough skinned, intelligent

Wand (TBD)

Wood Type:

Core Type:

Flexibility:

Length:

Handle:

Appearance

Hair: platinum blonde

Eyes: icy blue

Height: 5’5”

Physique: pale skin, petite, hourglass figure

Other features: usually wears makeup, hair accessories (typically bows and ribbons), nicely trimmed, manicured nails and tinted nails (since nail polish had yet to be invented).

Family

Parents: Amelia Starling (Mother) Alfred Starling (Father)

Siblings: Winter Starling (Older Sister)

Future

Carrier: Quidditch Coach

Partner/Spouse: Natsai Onai

Children: N/A

History

Weiss grew up with a family obsessed about blood status. Her parents and sister looked down upon half bloods and muggle borns, using the term “Mudblood” for both.

Weiss was seen as a major disappointment when her magic abilities surface at such a late point in time, her older sister Winter starting to become more favored than her.

When she got to Hogwarts, because she is a Starling, she already had a reputation of being pretentious, snobbish and rude. Weiss wanted to change that.

She first joined the Ravenclaw Quidditch team as soon as she learned how to ride a broom, which definitely raised eyebrows for the rest of the school, as the Starlings where notorious for seeing Quidditch as something “useless and unnecessary”. She quickly climbed up the ranks and became team captain for Ravenclaw, showing off her leadership skills and sometimes given Imelda a run for her money.

Weiss went around and offered to tutor students that needed help on their studies and stood up for students who were victims of bullying, even the ones where *everyone* seems to bully like Zenobia Noke.

These acts changed her reputation, from being pretentious, snobbish and rude, to being gentle and kindhearted. Students around the school nicknamed her “The Superior Starling”

She was honestly a bit shocked at how big her friend circle became, especially so soon and with her last name.

Weiss became good friends with Garreth, she frequently tries his experimental brews and gives him some constructive criticism on how to improve.

Weiss also manages to confide in Ominis when it comes to her shame of her blood status.

Weiss was given a daily allowance from her parents who at the time, were unaware of what she was doing. She never used that allowance for herself, instead giving it to her friends or offering to purchase butter beer and sweets for said friends. Weiss got a job at Gladrag’s Wizardwear to make her own money.

Weiss can be mean on occasion, but she’s only mean to people who really deserve it.

Halfway into the year, her older sister Winter threatened to snitch to their parents about Weiss’s behavior, and how she’s not going by the family tradition. Weiss, in response, blackmails Winter and threatens to spread rumors about how their parents cut her off and she sleeps around with multiple different men for some pocket change.

Fun facts

When Weiss wears skirts or dresses, she only wears ones that she tailored herself to be above the knee. Her reasoning is because the long skirts get in the way of her broom riding.

Using scraps of leather and spare buttons, Weiss made a wrist strap for Ominis’s wand so he won’t have the risk of loosing it in a dire situation.

[knoepfl]

A Heart Buried Beneath the Shovel

Characters

1. Roslyn Ratcliffe

Governor Ratcliffe’s clever and mischievous daughter, who hides her conflicted emotions behind teasing and charm.

2. Wiggins

Ratcliffe’s loyal but timid servant, who is both flustered by Roslyn’s antics and intrigued by her moments of vulnerability.

3. Governor Ratcliffe

The vain, greedy leader of the settlers, obsessed with finding gold and controlling everyone around him.

4. Percy

Ratcliffe’s pampered pug, often adding humor with his spoiled, snobbish behavior.

Trigger Warnings:

Power Imbalance: The story explores a hierarchical relationship between a servant (Wiggins) and his superior’s daughter (Roslyn), involving teasing and moments of discomfort.

Mild Emotional Manipulation: Roslyn masks her feelings for Wiggins with sarcasm and deliberately creates more work for him.

Storm Scene (Mild Peril): There’s a brief moment of danger during a shipboard storm, involving a character nearly falling but being caught.

Masterlist

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--- Scene 1: The Voyage Across the Atlantic

The wind howled across the open sea, filling the sails of the Susan Constant as it cut through the waves. The ship creaked and groaned, its hull burdened by men and supplies destined for the New World. Above the din of the ocean, Governor Ratcliffe’s commanding voice rang out, barking orders to the crew as he paced the deck in his elaborate plum-colored attire. Beside him, Wiggins carried himself with characteristic nervous energy, balancing a teapot and tray while dodging the haphazard movements of the sailors.

Leaning against the railing was Roslyn Ratcliffe, watching the scene unfold. She wore a smirk, her violet cape flaring slightly in the salty wind. Her dark curls framed her face, and her hat was tilted just enough to give her an air of effortless elegance. Unlike her father, Roslyn observed more than she commanded, her sharp eyes taking in the crew’s faces and the restless Atlantic surrounding them.

"More tea, Governor?" Wiggins asked, stepping delicately to Ratcliffe’s side.

Ratcliffe waved him off without so much as a glance, muttering something about how incompetent the men were. As Wiggins turned to return to the galley, Roslyn stepped in his path, her boots clicking sharply on the wooden planks.

“Careful, Wiggins,” she said with an exaggerated tone of concern. “One wrong move, and my father might have you scrubbing barnacles off the hull.”

Wiggins straightened his wig, trying not to fumble the tray. “Yes, Lady Roslyn. I’ll do my best to remain... barnacle-free.”

Roslyn grinned, amused by his obvious discomfort. “Tell me, Wiggins,” she continued, leaning in slightly, “what do you do when you’re not doting on my father? Do you ever dream of grander things? Or is this your calling?”

“I… I prefer to focus on the tasks at hand, my lady,” Wiggins replied, his voice tight.

“Hmm,” Roslyn mused, stepping aside to let him pass. “A pity. I would have thought someone like you might dream of adventure. But I suppose you’re more useful carrying trays, aren’t you?”

Wiggins glanced back at her, unsure if she was teasing him or mocking him outright. “Adventure isn’t for everyone, my lady,” he said, trying to sound polite but firm.

Roslyn raised an eyebrow but said nothing more, returning to her place by the railing.

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Later that evening, as the ship’s lanterns swayed with the motion of the waves, Wiggins found himself below decks, tending to Ratcliffe’s quarters. He meticulously folded his master’s opulent garments, aligning each ruffled collar and polished boot with care. The governor’s dog, Percy, lounged nearby on a cushion, watching Wiggins with disinterest.

As he worked, the door creaked open, and Roslyn stepped inside, carrying a small book and a look of feigned nonchalance.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” she said, though her presence immediately commanded the room.

Wiggins straightened, placing a folded sash neatly on the table. “Lady Roslyn, this is your father’s private quarters. Is there something you need?”

Roslyn ignored the question, instead running her fingers along the edge of the ornate table. “Do you enjoy it?” she asked suddenly.

Wiggins blinked. “Enjoy what, my lady?”

“This.” She gestured vaguely at the room. “Serving him. My father can be... demanding.”

Wiggins hesitated. He knew better than to speak ill of the governor, especially in front of his daughter. “The governor is a great man,” he said cautiously. “It’s an honor to assist him.”

Roslyn smirked, clearly unconvinced. “You’re very loyal, Wiggins. I’ll give you that. But loyalty and honor only get you so far.”

“I serve where I’m needed,” Wiggins replied, returning to his work.

Roslyn watched him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she tossed the book she’d been holding onto the table. It landed with a thud, scattering some of Ratcliffe’s papers.

“Oops,” she said lightly. “It seems I’ve made a mess. I trust you’ll clean it up.”

Wiggins sighed inwardly but kept his face neutral. “Of course, my lady.”

As he began to gather the papers, Roslyn leaned against the doorframe, watching him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Goodnight, Wiggins,” she said at last, her tone almost playful. “Don’t work too hard.”

And with that, she was gone, leaving Wiggins to wonder why the governor’s daughter seemed to take such delight in making his life more complicated.

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The next day brought dark clouds on the horizon, and the crew moved quickly to secure the ship. Ratcliffe shouted orders from the helm, his voice barely audible over the rising wind. Roslyn, however, stood calmly near the bow, her cloak billowing behind her as she watched the storm roll in.

Wiggins, carrying a bundle of ropes, paused when he saw her. “Lady Roslyn, it’s dangerous up here. Perhaps you should—”

“I’m quite capable of taking care of myself, Wiggins,” she interrupted, not looking at him.

“But the storm—”

“I said I’m fine,” she snapped, though her voice softened as she turned to face him. “I’m not some delicate flower that needs coddling, you know.”

Wiggins nodded, though he remained uneasy. “Even so, it might be best to stay below deck. Just until the worst has passed.”

Roslyn studied him for a moment, then sighed. “Very well, if it’ll put your mind at ease.”

As they made their way back, the ship lurched violently, throwing Roslyn off balance. Wiggins instinctively reached out, catching her before she fell.

For a brief moment, their eyes met. Roslyn’s usual mask of confidence slipped, revealing something vulnerable beneath.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the wind.

Wiggins released her quickly, stepping back. “Of course, my lady.”

They continued below deck, the moment hanging between them like the storm outside—a turbulent force neither of them could fully control.

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[sundove88]

Elder Custard’s Not So Jolly Crisp-Mas Carol

On Crispmas Eve, Elder Custard Cookie gets visited by three unusual guests who tell him that he has every right to be on the naughty list this year.

It was Crispmas Eve in the Cookie Kingdom, and everyone was just getting ready for bed. They were looking forward to all the amazing presents they’d receive in the morning, and they were on their best behavior so that Eggnog Cookie could visit each of their houses. Save for one- that being the ever grumpy and judgmental Elder Custard Cookie. He only saw the holidays as one big excuse to take a vacation.

“Come on, Mr. Grumpmas! Get in the spirit!” Oyster Cookie said as she nudged him to get on the ice and skate alongside her friends. “Ok, fine!” He said, getting on, still grumbling. After a long session of ice skating, the house elder made it back home in time, later slouching on a massive armchair which was really his former wife, Light Cream Cookie’s. He was just about to turn on the television when suddenly… KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!!!

Elder Custard jolted to his feet, and ran towards the knocking coming from his window. Opening it, he instantly got jumpscared by none other than his own son, who was wearing some off brand chain necklaces around his whole body. “What the heck are you doing here?! People like you should be crumbled and buried at sea!” He talked back. “Oh, no. It’s not about the whole you should be crumbled and buried at sea. You tell everyone that they’re going to be on the naughty list this year so you can be shown as the only nice person!” Clotted Cream replied, standing on his tippy toes on the totem pole he, his mom, and the other Elders save for Millie-Feuille and Canele were forming.

Elder Custard just laughed. “Oh, really? Because all of you are on the naughty list this year!”, he replied. “Oh, it’s not us! It’s you! And tonight, three of our undead friends will visit you to prove it!” Light Cream replied as she slowly lowered the totem pole. Her divorced husband grumbled as he made his way towards his bedroom, which was meant for guests. “Crispmas, Bah Humbug…” he said as he got ready for bed and hopped inside. “I hope I do get some nice presents this year.” He muttered to himself.

“I don’t think that’ll be the case.”, replied a gentle voice. It was Pure Vanilla Cookie, standing right next to Elder Custard’s bed. “P-P-Pure Vanilla Cookie?! Please spare me! Don’t burn me to ashes, please!!!” He begged. “Oh, I won’t. I’m just here to prove a little something to you!” The Vanillian leader replied as he took the grumpy elder by the hand and showed him a sight- it was him as a kid! But while all the little kids in the Creme Republic were celebrating Chrispmas and having fun with their friends and families, young Elder Custard was throwing snowballs at absolutely everyone! Not just that- he was pinching little kids, kicking balls into the ocean, and shoving food in others’ faces. “Tormenting others as a form of enjoyment isn’t a way to get on the nice list.” Pure Vanilla replied. “After all, you’re better than this.” He said before leaving the room.

“Well, that was weird.” He said as he got out of bed and walked downstairs to get some water. Suddenly, he heard the feeding of what appeared to be… a giant dragon! He opened the door to the kitchen and saw Hollyberry Cookie and Pitaya Dragon Cookie feeding peanut butter and jelly bites to Snapdragon! “Hollyberry?! That’s my food, you know!”, he replied as he marched towards the chubby queen and her dragon friend. “Oh, it isn’t! Food is meant to be shared! You, on the other hand, haven’t been sharing. Do you want to see proof of it?” Hollyberry asked.

“I guess.” Elder Custard replied. Hollyberry then pulled up his Instacrumb account and showed how prideful and full of himself he really was, often being rude and snobbish to others at worst. “See? This isn’t what food is meant for. This is what food was meant for!” Hollyberry replied as she escorted Elder Custard out of his vacation house and into the streets of the Cookie Kingdom. “See? This is what food was meant to do! Feed the hungry and needy, and look at how happy everyone is! While you just stuff yourself full of grub and care about no one else. Look at Gingerbrave! He’s helping out with the food drive!”, she said, pointing at the Brave Gang helping donate canned food to local shelters. “But Hollyberry, what about—!” Elder Custard began, but Hollyberry was nowhere to be seen.

Soon enough, he was in a massive snowy landscape, and took notice of a figure making his way through the snow. “Oh… oh no…! I’m gonna crumble tonight, aren’t I?!” Elder Custard talked to himself as the figure got closer… and closer… and closer. “Are you the one they call Elder Custard Cookie?” Replied Dark Cacao Cookie as he took off his hood. “Uhhhh… yes! Are you here to take me away to Ginger Claus’s workshop?” He asked, sweat rolling down his face. “No! Shut your blasphemous mouth… this instant! You are on the naughty list, and you know it!” Dark Cacao replied, drawing his massive sword. “B-But your majesty, I have a good reason to be on the nice list! I raised a family with love and care!” Elder Custard replied.

“That excuse is weak! Time to face your fate!!”, roared the powerful king as he raised his blade. As he did so, a massive thunderstorm filled the sky and the winds became a blizzard. He leapt high into the air, ready to slice the horrible excuse of an elder and a father in two, when… “NO!!!” Elder Custard yelled as he jolted awake, breathing heavily in his bed. It was Crispmas morning, and he looked around for any signs of the snowfield and the very angry Dark Cacao. “Whew… it was all just… a nightmare…” he said as he got up and hurried over to his stocking.

To his absolute horror, he saw that it was filled with nothing but coal- chocolate disguised as coal, that is. “No… this can’t be! This can’t be another nightmare!!” He said to himself. “We’ll say!” Replied a few voices behind him- it was his son and his wife, both of whom divorced him not long after the Creme Republic was saved from Dark Enchantress Cookie. “NOOOOOO!” Elder Custard yelled skyward. He truly deserved to be on the naughty list after all.

The End

[justforbooks]

First Class, Low Class, No Class: The Passenger Hall of Shame.

I’M OLD ENOUGH to remember when people dressed up to fly. I remember my dad putting on a tie before we left for the airport. And that was as recently as the early 1980s.

One of the reasons, though, that people once took flying so seriously, is that so few of them had the means to partake in it. Not all that long ago, only a fraction of the population could afford to fly on a regular basis. Flying today is far cheaper than it used to be. As a result, almost everybody does it.

And as the demographics have changed, so have the levels of behavior. This we’d expect. With nearly four million people flying every day of the week, across every strata of culture and class the world over, standards of decorum are going to fall. That’s fine, and I don’t want to sound snobbish about it. Maintaining simple dignity doesn’t require anything too formal. I have no problem, for example, with people wearing shorts and sandals onto a plane.

But there comes a point, and what I do have a problem with, is the idea that otherwise reasonable protocols of civility, manners and courtesy cease to apply when you’re at an airport or on an airplane.

I’ve never been privy to a full-blown “air rage” incident, but I’ve witnessed countless instances of shameful behavior: passengers cursing at airline staff; stealing from the liquor carts; leaving soiled diapers in seat pockets; etc., etc. Why, for example, do so many airline passengers find it acceptable to throw their garbage and food all over the cabin floor, then mash it into the carpeting with their feet? You don’t do this in a restaurant. Why is it okay on an airplane? It tends to be small-scale stuff — rudeness and a lack of elementary courtesy — rather than anything violent or overtly hostile, but that doesn’t excuse it.

Here is just some of what I’ve witnessed over the past several months…

I am at the airport in Dubai one early morning, waiting to catch an Emirates flight to Boston. I’m sitting in the boarding lounge when I hear a strange noise coming from behind me. Snip, snip snip, click, click, click. What is that?

I turn around, and what do I see? The guy directly behind me — a young guy in his twenties — is sitting cross-legged in his chair. Both of this feet are naked, and he is clipping his toenails. With every snip and click he splits away another crescent of toenail, which he drops into a growing pile next to his left knee.

Would you take off your socks and start clipping your toenails in a movie theater? In the waiting room at your dentist? Most people would feel uneasy doing it in the woods, never mind at an airport boarding lounge in front of three-hundred people. And while I don’t want to watch, I feel that I have to. Because I need to know what he’s going to do with that big, disgusting pile of trimmings once our flight begins to board. Is he going to collect them up and carry them to the trash? Or will he brush them onto the floor?

What do you think he does?

On another occasion I am at Kennedy Airport, in terminal four, down near the Virgin America gates. A woman and her young daughter are sitting on a bench-seat right along the edge of the corridor. The daughter is four, maybe five years old, and she’s holding a tall plastic cup brimming with round, colored candies. They’re marble-shaped candies, possibly peanut M&Ms. All at once, with no warning, the girl takes the cup and flings the entire thing onto the floor. It’s an impressive spectacle, I have to say, as hundreds of tiny orbs go clattering across the carpet, coming to rest in a great fan-shaped display of color. People turn and stare. And what does the woman do?

She stands up, takes the girl by the hand, and the two of them walk silently away, leaving the entire mess — even the plastic cup — sitting there for some unfortunate janitorial worker to sweep up.

Meanwhile, people are kicked off planes all the time for acting, and even dressing, obnoxiously. In Boston recently, jetBlue denied boarding to a young woman because they felt her shorts were too revealing. Apparently, though, a t-shirt emblazoned with the words FUCK LOVE in giant block letters is within the boundaries of decency?

I’m not a prude. Nonetheless I’m dying to understand when and how this sort of thing become acceptable. And I’m imagining this same attire in a different context. In the bleachers at a baseball game, for instance. Would that be okay? Would the guy be asked to leave? Wouldn’t he be harassed by parents who’d brought their kids along? There are plenty of little kids at airports, so why is it different here? And which is more troubling, the fact that he’s being accommodated, or the fact that somebody rude enough to put on a shirt like that exists in the first place?

I’m reminded of a shirt that was all the rage a few years ago in Asia. It was a sleeveless tee bearing the grainy image of the model Hedi Klum. She was topless, biting her lip and sticking her middle finger at the viewer. After six days in Thailand I must have seen five hundred tourists — all of them women, whatever that means — wearing these distasteful and hostile things.

Next we have Ms. Stinkytoes, luxuriating in her Emirates first class suite. She shows us that boorishness these days isn’t merely for the louts in steerage. Are these the same people who buy elephant ivory and rhinoceros horns? And the privacy of her suite is no excuse (couldn’t she at least have closed the doors?). Maybe I’m overreacting to this one, but how is this any more appropriate that resting one’s bare and splayed toes on a restaurant table? This is still, for all intents and purposes, a public place, and somebody else is going to be occupying that cubicle a few hours from now. And for crying out loud, they give you socks and slippers!

What is it? Is it the stress? Is it the contempt people harbor for the airlines? Whatever the causes, flying has a way of bringing out the worst in people.

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[kyriat-stories]

The harsh words of his brother rang in King Mijararo's ears, and to make the misery complete they got the sad message that Queen Alkmini had passed away on their way back. It was not unexpected considering her old age and health situation, but still sorrowful for those who loved her.

Just a few months later, they also received the message that Laonome, the Queen of Selinódasos, who was King Mijararos' aunt and Queen Euthalia's mother, surprisingly had turned ill and died. Rumors had it that she had been poisoned, but nobody were able to figure out who and how.

The King was of course devastated, but was comforted by the children's governess Bisera, whom he just months later decided to marry, because "it is easier this way", as he said.

Queen Euthalia was furious with her father, and wanted her sister Nikh to come to Manthos, "to avoid the influence from common and unfit people" as she explained it. "Absolutely not", was the short and clear answer from the king. We don't think he ever asked his daughter Nikh what she wanted, but if he had, she would most likely had agreed with her father. Truth is Nikh had a much better relationship with her "common" governess than with her rather snobbish sister. As for her younger brother Philokratis he was not old enough to understand.

Queen Euthalia had strong opinions about most things, and there had been a couple of episodes with both staff and family in the past. But lately the frictions between Euthalia and Amphiera had escalated to a level that was affecting the whole family. As soon as they were in the same room, which they were daily, there were loud arguments and glowers.

King Mijararos tried several times to discuss this with his wife, but to little avail.

- Why are you telling me this, she said, when it is Amphiera who is causing all the problems? She looks so innocent that one, but she is a demon! I'm telling you!

- That might be so, but please, if you could be a little less confrontational?

- You don't understand my situation Mijarare! Euthalia was clearly upset. I'm the head of this household, I am the Queen of this country, and my authority is constantly challenged by that... Lámia!

- But we will all just have to work together, and ...

- Work together?! She is a lazy slob, and all she can do is to lie on the coach and have the servants run around for her! And she don't have children or households or kingdoms to look after, like some of us! You don't know what you are talking about! Go talk with your brother and ask him to get his wife in order, next time. I'm sick and tired of this!

Mijaros found it best not to continue the discussion that night.

He had a feeling that his brother wouldn't be open for any suggestions concerning his wife's behavior, so he decided not to talk with him about it. Instead, he confided in his uncle.

- So you see the situation is a bit unruly, and I really don't know how to handle it. Do you think your Konchylia could... No, probably not a good idea. Could become even messier.

- Hmm. Well I don't know. She is good at stopping the children from fighting, but this is a different level of course.

- You know what is worse than two women fighting?

- What?

- Three women fighting.

- Ah, it's a joke!

- It is, but it's true, isn't it?

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[burningexeter]

Not much is known about her but in one of the few, if not the only interview that she ever did, here's all the interesting information and trivia on Meagan Smith, the voice of Gwen Tennyson in the original Ben 10 series. Let's see how this goes:

• The reason why she isn't as prolific as other actresses is because she prefers to not be out in the open and instead have a private life to herself but would love it if there was somehow a Ben 10 con where fans could gather and she'd be there in a heartbeat.

• She admits that she isn't a fan of Omniverse, just flat-out saying that "as far as I'm concerned, Ben 10: Omniverse isn't canon in my book. It should've ended at Ultimate".

• She also voiced her dissatisfaction with how Destroy All Aliens and its short Road Trip Rumble turned out, saying that the only reason she came back was because she loved voicing Gwen and jumped at the chance to reprise the role but thought that the scripts were "poor" and took issue with the mean-spirited tones, handling of characters and adding nothing to the series overall. Smith did however give praise to the animation.

• On a much more positive note, she did praise both Alien Force AND Ultimate Alien for how they handled and developed Gwen and said that Ashley Johnson did an "awesome job" in the role. The only issue she has is the Anodite retcon, thinking Gwen should've been a sorceress since her learning magic is made less special now but overall, was more than satisfied with the portrayal of Gwen.

• Her favorite movies in no particular order are The Nightmare Before Christmas, Crimson Peak, Ghostbusters, ParaNorman and The Wild Bunch.

• Her favorite TV shows however in no particular order as well are Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Spectacular Spider-Man, The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air, Family Matters and Seinfeld.

• On how she viewed Gwen prior to the events of the Original Series, she said that her character was "the exact opposite of Ben in every way but not in a good way at all. She was a mean, obnoxious and just plain snobbish brat who didn't have many friends and never helped people. In fact, Gwen WAS a bully who picked on others because they weren't as smart as her. The summer road trip is what changed her into a better, stronger and definitely more caring person with a stronger relationship to her cousin and that eventually evolved into her full maturity into a good person all around who used her powers for good and to help others in Alien Force and even Ultimate Alien".

• She actually pitched to Man Of Action an idea she had for a potential What If episode for the show for its fourth and final season that was "if Gwen never went on the summer trip, went up against Charmcaster and learned the hard way her behavior and actions have consequences". But it didn't go nowhere to her disappointment.

• She has expressed interest and a want for screenwriting and revealed she has written a screenplay for a horror comedy about vampires dealing with voodoo priests in New Orleans.

• She revealed as well that she actually has an idea for an entire Gwen Tennyson spin-off series that she says acts as a true reboot to the show:

"It's three seasons with about 25 episodes each that tell a complete story with a clear beginning, middle and end is how I picture exactly beat-for-beat. The first season would be a new take on the original show with Gwen having to stay the whole summer with a close family friend, Sandra (Ben's mom), and her actions end up leading Charmcaster to them. The second season would be another new take this time on Alien Force and it would follow a now teenage Gwen, a more mature Sandra and Charmcaster having to team up against a new threat that would affect them in different ways. The third season would be a take on Ultimate Alien with the three of them coming full-circle while they deal with with newfound fame in their lives.

Here, Gwen isn't a Tennyson and instead her last name would be either another pun-type or something slightly irregular like 'Avery', 'Sommers' or 'Goldenthal', Sandra is a witch who put her magic to rest so she could have a normal life and Charmcaster starts off as a deadly and dangerous witch who tracks down other witches like her and girls who have magical auras to collect their powers and eventually turns into a morally grey anti-hero who leans towards the villainous side but has a code.

I don't want to give anything else away as I think I could actually do it depending on what happens in the future. But what I will say is I'm hoping that I can cross-over other media potentially with the show in its third and final season since it would make sense since just like Ben in Ultimate Alien, they're outed now and are celebrities".

[spongeydee19]

The Ultimate Linda Essay

Hey y'all, welcome to my blog. Today, I will provide a needlessly long essay on why the South Park character Butters Stotch's mom, Linda is peak.

I'm so fixated on Linda, shes such a fun character. I've been noticing a lack of Linda, in terms of fan art, love, appreciation, discussion, and so fourth. This is kind of a problem that the Stotches, scratch that, the parents, scratch that, the adults as a whole have, but Linda gets the worst of it.

I will probably discuss why I think the South Park moms are so underrated, but for now, in this tiny compartment, I will deliever an entire blog describing who Linda is, why she is so peak, and why she is overlooked.

Linda Stotch makes her first appearance in the Season four episode, "The Wacky Molestation Adventure", as a background character. She reappears a few more times as an incidental character, until the Season 5 episode, “Super Best Friends”, where she is named “Carol”. Fun Fact, Carol was also the original names of Sharon and Sheila. She first shows off strict behavior later in the season in “How to Eat With Your Butt”, where she grounds Butters for making a silly face.

Linda has her first major role in “Butters’ Very Own Episode”, where she is established as a seemingly happy-go-lucky mother at first, but then becomes mentally unstable and suicidal. This episode marks her most impactful role, where, in a fit of a mental disruption, she nearly drowned Butters in a car after finding out Stephen (originally Chris) was cheating on her with other men. She then almost tried to take her own life. Luckily, Stephen stops her and Butters survived, and the event was seemingly forgotten about after it was resolved. In the Season 6 episode, “Jared Has Aids”, they ground Butters yet again for having liposuction surgery at their house. When Cartman fills for Butters and impersonates him while on the phone with Butters’ parents, he swears at them, making them even more angry. Butters’ parents then beat up their son. In "Asspen", they show a more laid back side, taking Butters to Aspen with the other families. They continued to have a few more appearances in Season 6. In “My Future Self ‘n Me”, Linda and Stephen apologize to Butters for the first time after deceiving him. This marks a significant development for the Stotches; one thing you WILL know about the Stotches is that people HATE them. While it is justifable in multiple cases, it is also hypocritical and tone-deaf in others.  As you see here, this is a genuine sign of regret for the Stotches, showing that they CAN feel remorse for their actions. Meanwhile, Gerald (aka Skank Hunt and also a greedy, hypocritical, snobbish motherfucker), Randy (who is sometimes worse than Stephen), and the McCormicks (who just suck completely) get off scot-free. This fandom man.

In the eight episode of Season 7, Linda is apart of the moms who, at first, welcomed the new metrosexual fad, but when their husbands became “whiny little wusses”, they start revolting. This episode marks the first instance Linda was a prominent character without Stephen or Butters. In “Raisins”, she gets a bit more screen time than usual. In particular, she objects to Raisins and tries to convince a girl to do something better with her life with a powerful speech. This is a rare instance where Linda on her own has wisdom. In Season 8, Linda and Stephen are major characters yet again; Linda and Stephen make a deal with Paris Hilton, selling Butters to her for $250 million. In this episode, you can see that Linda is a bit of the more sympathetic and reasonable half, as she objects to Stephen’s decision to sell Butters at first. In the second episode of Season 9, Linda is an engineer for Cartman's drill crew. This marks her second major role without Stephen and reveals a bit about her character. In “The Death of Eric Cartman”, she and Stephen play another major role, where they worry about Butters' state of mind and has him sent to the South Park Institute for Mental Health. However, their most infamous role in this season was “Marjorine”, where Butters fakes his death, causing them to harshly mourn his death, especially Linda.

In Season 11, “Night of the Living Homeless”, Linda has yet another dominant supporting role, where she and Stephen are trapped on the roof of the building with all the other townspeople hiding from the homeless people. In Season 12, Linda gets a bit of spotlight, where she is frightened by Mr. Garrison’s “Penis”. She gets decent supporting roles in “Pandemic” and “About Last Night”, but gets yet another major role in “The Ungroundable”, where Butters becomes a vampire, making him "ungroundable", making Linda very worried for him. Season 14 had this brief stint where Linda was the butt of a joke, revealing that’s she either a gossiper or has yellow teeth. In “Season 15”, Linda gets yet another major role, where she and her husband take Butters to therapy because he they believed they had Multiple Personality Disorder. This is probably the first instance in a long while where they are shown to be entirely stupid. In "You're Getting Old", she attends Stan's birthday party at Whistlin' Willy's, marking an instance where she shows up prominently without Stephen. In Season 16, “Going Native” reveals that the Stotches are Hawaiian. They get a few more prominent roles in Season 17. Starting with Season 19, specifically “The City Part of Town”, Linda is commonly seen as a member of the City Council.

As Randy becomes effectively the main character in Season 21, Linda gets featured more often. In “Franchise Prequel” is a good example, and so are Season 22’s “Dead Kids” and “The Scoots”. In Season 22, Stephen is the main character of a two-parter, and thus, Linda is featured heavily. This continues in Season 23, especially as Linda is a major character in “Turd Burglars”, another storyline about the moms, where she tries to get her hands on Sheila's poop in order to have a fecal transplant. This episode reveals that she is a bit of a bitch, her gossiping side is shown, she is a backstabber, and she will do anything to get her way. Keep note of this. She is also a prominent side character in “Shots”, “Basic Cable”, and “Christmas Snow”. After another appearance in the Pandemic era, she goes back to being a prominent supporting character in Season 25, and she and Stephen even hve another major role in “Back To The Cold War”. Linda Stotch gets yet another crucial role in “South Park: The End of Obesity”, which is another storyline about the mothers of South Park. As with “Turd Burglars”, a new means of becoming more fit has swept the town of South Park, and the envious mothers want in on it.  Linda shows a similar personality to in Turd Burglars; she gets with the crowd, sorta like her own son. Linda takes Ozempic with no hesitation. She flexes her newfound body, never missing a chance to strike a pose. She gets addicted to the drug, and like with TB, will do anything to satisfy her fix. She is willing to do crime, such as rob a bank or beat up a truck driver.

We know barely anything about Linda Stotch; we are given backstories for all of the other parents. They go as follows:

Liane came from a family of Cartmans; in other words, they behave exactly like how Eric Cartman does. She was also a crackwhore and had been in multiple magazines. Lastly, “Cartman’s Mom is a Dirty Slut” provides an origin story for her. She is also hinted to have a Freudian Excuse in “Tsst”, where she was implied to have no friends and depends on Cartman to fill in that void.

Sheila Broflovski has a grandmother, a sister, and a nephew. In "It's a Jersey Thing", Sheila reveals that her family lived in Newark, New Jersey, that Gerald impregnated her with Kyle there, and that they moved to South Park two months later.

Gerald Broflovski has an already established background in “Chickenpox”, where Stuart McCormick claims that Gerald was sent through school by "rich parents," though the fact that Gerald had to work at a pizza place with Stuart and attend community college indicates that this is probably not true and is just a reflection of Stuart's jealousy, which is a plot point in the episode. Gerald grew up in South Park, where nobody in town is ever depicted as having more than a middle-class lifestyle other than the Black family, lending more credence to the idea that Gerald earned his own way through college. Gerald also has a brother.

Sharon had a slew of revelations about her prior life. It is revealed in "Die Hippie, Die", that Randy and his wife, Sharon, used to be Hippies, and they met at Woodstock in 1969. Randy and Sharon were revealed to have met in a tree-fort playing Truth or Dare, in "Clubhouses". We see what appears to be a younger Sharon Marsh in “Something You Can Do with Your Finger”. She also appears in a flashback in “Stanley’s Cup” with longer hair.

Randy goes without saying. We basically summarized his origins in Sharon’s section, but there’s way more to discuss. He is effectively at main character status, so there’s basically no need to go over his origins.

Stuart and Carol are relatively deep for undeveloped side characters. In "Chickenpox", it is revealed Kenny’s house was made by Stuart and Gerald Broflovski when they were young. The same episode also revealed they had a falling out. In the episode "Mysterion Rises" it is revealed that Stuart and Carol had been part of a cult worshipping Cthulhu ten years before the series' began. This is precisely why Kenny is immortal.

Stephen Stotch is rather complicated. In "Butters' Very Own Episode", Stephen is revealed to be bi-curious, in that he likes women, but he is seen going to a gay men's bathhouse to perform homosexual activities. During "The Thin White Line" mission in South Park: The Fractured But Whole, as the player approaches a drunk Stephen, he has flashbacks to his mother grounding him and pleads with his mother not ground him in a distressed tone. Based on this it can be inferred that Stephen had a nearly identical relationship with his mother as he has with his son, and his overbearing demeanor is a result of his past. However, in "Butterballs", he seems composed when his mother visits South Park and is oblivious towards her abusive attitude towards Butters. Either Stephen and his mother improved their relationship, or he is aware of her true colors and stays silent out of fear. Stephen and Linda are also revealed to be from Hawaii.

Linda Stotch barely has an origin story. She is from Hawaii, she has a cousin and nieces, and that is the most we ever get from her. Grandma Stotch could be her mother, but given the above, its more likely that she is Stephen’s. However, Nellie has to be Linda’s sister, as they have blonde hair and the same facial structure.

A problem with Linda being underdeveloped is her lack of episodes about her. This is not consistent with other parental figures in SP. Randy and Gerald have multiple. Sharon also gets multiple, including “Spookyfish”, “Crème Fraiche”, and “Dead Kids”. Sheila was a particularly key character in early seasons, and takes center stage in the Movie. Even in later episodes, she is occasionally a main focus, such as “It’s a Jersey Thing” or “Turd Burglars”. Liane has a few in later seasons, such as “Shots!” or “City People”. Even Carol and Stuart had a few, including the aforementioned “Chickenpox” or “Cartman Joins NAMBLA”. Stephen has a few himself, including Season 22’s two parter, “Unfulfilled” and “Bike Parade”, “The Magic Bush”, and multiple storylines involving Randy such as “Sons a Witches”. Even Tweek and Craig’s parents are favoured, as seen in “The Magic Bush”, “Underpants Gnomes”, or “Tweek x Craig”.  However, Linda was only ever the main character in “Butters’ Very Own Episode”. Otherwise, she is regulated to storylines involving Butters and/or Stephen Stotch, the moms, or Randy.

Linda Stotch’s important roles include:

Butters’ Very Own Episode

Aspen

South Park is Gay

Stupid Spoiled Whore Video Playset

Night of the Living Homeless

Die Hippie, Die

Turd Burglars

Back at the Cold War

The End of Obesity

If Linda is important, then Butters, Randy, Stephen, the other adults, or moms are important as well. Linda is more of a fragment of the Stotch family than her own character. Compare that to her husband and son. Butters is a major character while Stephen seems to be a fleshed out figure who makes regular prominent appearances on his own. Linda, meanwhile, will become a main focus if the episode is about the Stotch family, the mothers of South Park, or Randy’s friend group.

However, as a character, Linda has potential. She is particularly known for her insanity. “Butters’ Very Own Episode” and “Marjorine” explore this aspect of her character the most. If she hears tragic news, she will snap. In the former episode, she enters a state of psychosis, where she repeatedly paints the walls of her own home. Later in the episode, she gets the idea of drowning her own son just for him to “not be raised by a sick pervert”. She then attempts to off herself as well. These moments are recipes for interesting stories, proving that she is quite possibly the most unstable character behind Cartman and Mr. Garrison. Linda is also revealed to be an engineer in “Die Hippe, Die”, meaning she is quite smart in some areas. What if she’s an inventor even? I feel like South Park lacks that sort of archetype. We have Dr. Alphonse Mephesto, who is just a mad science that makes genetic creatures rather any inventing machines. Randy is a geologist, but not necessarily an inventor. Linda could easily fill in this role. It’d be rather jarring, since she is otherwise just a housewife, but it would be pretty cool. In a few episodes, Linda is shown to be violent. In her first episode alone, she tried to drown Butters. Later, she has used bats to kill people, robbed a bank, beaten up a truck driver, and so fourth. She is rather cool, compared to her wimpy husband Stephen, who seems to be dumb, traumatized, flamboyant, and child-like.

However, all in all, Linda seems to be a trend-follower. This aspect is quite similar to Clyde, Bebe, or Craig’s personality, as well as Randy and Gerald’s. While the early seasons has her as firmly Stephen’s wife, Butters’ mom, and close friends of the other parents, later episodes seem to experiment with Linda more as the moms become more prominent. Be it fecal transplants or obesity drugs, Linda will be quick to get a hold of a fad.

The other problem with Linda is her relative unpopularity. This might be a problem both Stotches have, but from experience, Linda seems to get the short end of the stick.  South Park adults are generally underrated compared to the children, with Randy and Liane being exceptions. But in the rather compacted “Adult fandom”, Linda is the underdog it seems. Behind Liane, Sharon probably has the most fans, being a relative of Stan and Randy, who get way more spotlight. There’s like, evilstrawberry, dustycresent, and you get the rest, even the more... interesting art. Sheila gets less love, but she originally had Randy’s role, and is ingrained into South Park due to the “Kyle’s mom a bitch song”. People love her, and they will proudly draw her in either wholesome or rather “unusual” art. Carol gets less art due to her lesser role, but somehow I found more content about her, likely due to people (including me, lol) finding a boisterous redhead redneck hot and Kenny’s own integral role to the show. I found a lot of Laura Tucker and Mrs. Tweek fans, due to them being the parents of the most popular side characters + having more conventionally attractive designs. Even Sarah somehow got a bit popular in 2023. As for the dads, Gerald is beloved for a slew of reasons and so is Stuart. Stephen Stotch is where it gets interesting, because I’ve met thousands of people who are obsessed with him. It feels like a cult of sorts. It’s kind of like how I’m in this niche but very clearly existent community of Pop fans. Of course, I’m also in this Stotchbase and im even close friends with some of ‘em. This part is where Linda gets somewhat lucky, since these fans seem to love the Stotch family as a whole. Still, she often winds up as the underdog or background character. Speaking of Stephen, even when the opposite happens, where people hate him, they’d rather direct their ire towards just Stephen than Linda. I swear, ppl tend to make hate art towards just Stephen, which is kind of funny. Linda gets in on the action every so often, but Stephen is mostly the one taking the hits. However, I HAVE met Linda Stotch fans, but for some, undiscernible reason, they disappear unlike the other characters’ fans. In 2023, I discovered two Linda Stotch fans from TikTok who fell off the face of the earth. Otherwise, most Linda Stotch fanart is either probably made by me or is requested by me. It’s rare, and I mean RARE to come across an amazing piece of Linda Stotch fanart made by a casual South Park fan.

Overall, Linda Stotch is just underrated. Being a house mom who just goes along what others say really limits her character. If anything, she is treated more like a plot device than an actual character. That being said, Linda has an important role in the show. She had a big role in Butters’ first spotlight episode. She also takes center stage when the moms are involved. She is quite an iconic regular who deserves more love. We need more Linda Stotch fans. We need her to be in a crucial role again. We need to learn about her. Give us something that reveals an interesting detail about her character or past. Give her an opportunity to expand as a character. Liane has a real character arc going on, Sharon has multiple chances at center stage, Sheila is a major character, Carol and Stuart have sporadic development, Stephen has his own storylines, including an arc in Season 22, Gerald is hogging the spotlight almost as much as Randy, Tolkien’s dad has become a major character as of late, Strong Woman had a long story arc, and so on. Linda is like the one female adult character who doesn’t get a sudden burst of development. Again, we have Butters’ Very Own Episode and Die Hippe, Die, but I feel like even Stuart and Carol were dwelled into more, with Stuart’s backstory and Carol’s birthing process with Kenny. Carol actually has less to do nowadays too, but I’ll probably get to her some day. At least she is generally treated more like an actual character than just a prop. Linda also deserves more fans. Again, as underrated the South Park moms are, they at least have fans, fanart, memes, key roles in the show, and so fourth. Linda is a mere extension of Butters and Stephen according to the fanbase. If she receives more fan art, that would be a dream come true. Especially more of the “unusual kind”. Linda is a major character in South Park who has untapped potential, is deserving of more fans and fan art, and is a key element of the show.

Thank you for reading this VERY lengthy document. I have such a big fix on this character, and I’m just so tired of people ignoring her. I am quite literally the only active Linda Stotch fan; compare that to the multiple people who are simping over and/or drawing art of Sharon, Sheila, Liane, Laura, Mrs. Tweek, and even Carol McCormick. Linda is far from my only hyper fixation, but in comparison to her husband Stephen or even a character from another show im obsessed with like Pop from HTF, Linda is definitely underrated and I feel STARVED, Part of me blames that on how underrated the South Parks moms are in general, but more on that later. Peace.                       

[lagoonalake]

Could you do Blackpink ideal types too please?

BLACKPINK IDEAL TYPE

JISOO

Personality: 6 of swords, page of pentacles, the sun

I think Jisoo wants something different than what she had before. Probably she was attracted to more mature, powerful partners, but now she wants to feel connected to her inner child, she wants something more light-hearted, not too controlling, stable but not in a way that she’d feel trapped. She wants a sense of fun and to feel young again. Not that she’s old at all, but she may have felt like her youth has been wasted and now she wants to feel that joy with a partner who is not too complicated, funny, cute, here to help, humble. very radiant and easygoing. Could be younger than her or just have a youthful personality. virgo, leo, libra

Appearance: queen of swords, the hanged man, the high priestess

Someone who comes across as a bit cold, intimidating, closed off, who could even look a bit bored and detached, sleepy even. Someone mysterious, not easy to approach. Someone sophisticated, elegant, refined, nice clothes, regal. A bit snobbish. More traditionally beautiful. Clean cut. Thick hair. Well groomed. Lighter skintone.  capricorn, aquarius, saturn

Turn offs: 10 of wands, 8 of swords, 6 of cups

Someone who is working too much and has no time for her, who is always tired, who takes too much responsibilities, gives too much to others and not enough to her, and who does that out of insecurity, because they want others to love them, thank them. This kind of calculated, controlling behavior that mostly comes from ego. The kind who is going to do something nice for her and then ask for praise or feedback.  leo, pisces, cancer

JENNIE

Personality: page of cups, king of pentacles, 3 of swords

Someone who can be romantic, kind, sensitive and artistic, with a certain innocence, but also very stable, mature, well established, in control. With the 3 of swords, it’s possible that she rarely gets those two characteristics in one person, and she tends to be either with one or the other but is never really satisfied. The first type fulfills her emotionally, the second type makes her feel safe and protected. She needs to find someone who has both of these qualities. She could have a tendency to be involved in love triangles/forbidden romances or to be attracted to/attract tricksters or manipulators. water and earth signs, pluto

Appearance: ace of swords, 7 of wands, page of swords

Someone who looks combative, fierce, masculine, sexy and also a bit youthful and mischievous at the same time. Cute smile, someone who looks like he’s up to something, in this cute sassy way. expressive laugh. Almond shaped eyes. Thick eyebrows. Strong body, a nice torso especially. Someone who looks active, both in body and mind. Good posture. An aura of confidence. A more outdoorsy look and style. Alluring voice, eyes shining with mirth. mars, mercury, aries, gemini

Turn offs: the magician, 10 of pentacles, the world

Manipulative tricksters, people who are two faced, hypocrites, people who are overly friendly with her because they are interested in her money and status. And here again we have those very stable well established characteristics she is attracted to, but on its own she also finds it unattractive, as she also doesn’t want to be with someone only interested in money, overly concerned about their career, extremely practical with no room for emotions. gemini, mercury, virgo, capricorn

ROSE

Personality: 7 of swords, the high priestess, knight of cups

She tends to be attracted to very romantic people who won’t hesitate to show their interest. People who are a bit mysterious, artistic, spiritual. On the surface they seem to have that romantic depth but she could also be attracted to tricksters, people who are not what they seem. People who try to impress her with their knowledge, very artistic, cultured, who knows a bunch of things about random and diverse topics. More feminine in essence, soft, affectionate type of energy, at least on the surface. Someone she can share, laugh and communicate with a lot.  pisces, neptune, gemini, aquarius

Appearance: death, 2 of pentacles, 10 of wands

The typical “emo” look, to put it simply. Rocker vibes. Dark features, maybe pale skin, but definitely a dark quality even if the colors aren’t dark. A messy kinda dirty sort of look. She can be attracted to people who look a bit weary or tired even. She doesn’t like a look that’s too clean. Ripped clothes. Tattoos. Longer messy hair. More skinny, or pronounced bone structure, hollow cheeks. Damiano David type of appearance.  scorpio, pisces, saturn 

Turn offs: king of pentacles, king of wands, 4 of swords

All those narcissistic powerful figures who don’t have much of a brain and only have their money, status and power to impress, but not any particular talent nor anything to say. People who are a bit dumb and shallow. Older people who are a bit boring but are interested in her because of her fame. I feel like she had to deal with those types a lot. negative taurus, leo, capricorn

LISA

Personality: 9 of cups, page of coins, 4 of cups

Someone very chill, possibly even a bit lazy? XD Someone youthful, who has a lot of comfort to offer, or just wants a peaceful lifestyle. Something comfortable and loving. Both the emotional connection and stability are important but especially the emotional connection. Slow kind of energy. Someone who doesn’t have much anxiety, is rather calm, happy. Who likes to enjoy all the good things in life. A bit self indulgent. Could be attracted to rich nepo babies who don’t have to do much and act a bit whiny at times (I literally have no idea if her current bf is that type of rich “son”, but this is what this spread is giving lol). Still a kind, loyal and somewhat sensitive person. jupiter, sagittarius, pisces, taurus

Appearance: queen of wands, 10 of wands, 5 of wands

Someone who could look like her a bit, or mirror her looks. Someone who looks important, impressive, maybe very tall, or simply because of who they are, she can show them off. Rather masculine. A bit of a haughty, cocky expression. Fierce looks. Ripped body, muscular. Victorious smile. Strong eyebrows. Confident posture, expressive.  mars, aries, sagittarius

Turn offs: 2 of cups, strength, queen of cups

Someone a bit corny and naive, overly romantic, she prefers a certain simplicity, and isn’t really interested in any whirlwind type of romance or that soulmate bs. XD Someone who is too controlled, too uptight, too disciplined, cold, distant. Always on the defensive or establishing a power struggle within the relationship. She just wants to chill. 

cancer, neptune, leo, capricorn

[lokisasylum]

Lately...?

BTW this is a Jimin biased ARMY saying this. Not a solo.

This following set of tweets is coming from someone OUTSIDE of the BTS fandom ↓

For YEARS armys have been known and exposed for harassing reactors on youtube into STOP praising or talking about JM (I think the only 2 with actual cojones left are "dt parker" who literally told armys to go f*ck themselves if they thought he was gonna stop praising or talking about Jimin and then went and made a wholeass channel dedicated ONLY to react to Jimin content. And the other dude is Nigel Baker, who also publicly spoke up about armys being hypocritical on youtube and harassing others who mention Jimin).

They harass his fanbases whenever they plan ANYTHING for him. No matter the time of year.

Harassed locals & tried to force-feed other members to them in tweets where they are praising Jimin or asking who he is (they especially did this constantly during HIS solo album debut).

Reported articles that highlighted his dancing, singing or looks and then harassed the journalist into making it about the group only.

Now the company actually PAY$ articles to defame him in order to make another member shine.

How are some of ya'll JUST waking up from the purple flavored kool-aid when this shit's been going on FOR YEARS?

Also, wtf is this Mickey Mouse shit-show obsession with the encore stages???

Before Covid, "Encore" stages in music shows like Music Bank, Inkigayo, Music Core, ect... were mostly for clowning around after the Idol/Groups won or fulfilling silly dares like eating mouthfuls of ice scream while trying to sing & not get a brain freeze, wearing lipstick & kissing the trophy, reading out the lyrics like you're narrating a story, singing opera, dancing in acupuncture shoes, giving piggybacks to the person who's turn it was to sing, and so on.

Since when did we become so snobbish over an encore to the point of judging an artist being good or mediocre over a few missed notes, voice cracking, missing the beat? (Some western artist don't even sing or finish the whole song during an encore at an actual concert).

I don't even recall in most BTS encore stages all of the members even singing, it was always 2 or 3 and they were goofing around most of the time because it was a moment to have fun, celebrate and interact with the fans and showing gratitude that your fans were THERE FOR YOU after all those hours of filming.

The only thing we used to care about is that THEY WON & that they kicked ass during their actual stage.

But now its like: "Oh, this one artist made a minor mistake that no one cared about during his/her encore stage, lemme remind them every 5 business days that they SUCK and should k*ll themselves."

Like ya'll really don't see anything weird with this behavior and just keep rolling with it? This is NORMAL to you?

[squared-m]

KAIDRA (4/6)- AKINA (SHE/THEY) The island of Artakha was all the Ga-Matoran known as Akina had ever known. Matoran from all around the Matoran Universe gathered in one place, and home to great artisans, and builders who constructed great wonders in honor of the Great Spirit, and the Three Virtues. Being the sole chronicler of Artakha, Akina's duty was to record these awe-inspiring constructs so that they would be remembered for all eternity.

Due to Artakha being her home for thousands of years, and being around the very best of matoran society, she tended to view herself and those from Artakha as “superior” to other oropi. Akina often acted rather snobbish, though often felt rather lonely as a result of her behavior.

As of the reformation of Spherus Magna, Akina took up a job as a teacher, teaching the young magnans the history of the Matoran Universe. One day, fifty years later, a hooded stranger arrived in her classroom and gifted her a strange stone. Their only request: To travel to the abandoned Great Temple in Metru Nui, the brain of the once colossal titan that she'd called home. There she, along with five other strange matoran, would be transformed into the Toa Kaidra.

[endless-starlight-legacy]

Bad First Impressions

Sebastian has never heard the new 5th year student say a word. After the failed duel, everyone can see she clearly doesn't belong there (including Sebastian). Their fight with the troll shows him there is much more to her than meets the eye. (rated T, 2570 words, pre-Sebastian x MC)

It was already several days into the school year and Sebastian had not heard the new 5th year speak a single word. He was starting to seriously consider if she was mute. She was quite the conundrum though. Despite not speaking, she certainly came off quite snobbish and condescending. Each time she caught someone’s eyes meeting hers, she would scowl and then look away. As though she were too good to be around the likes of us. Quite the superiority complex given that she could barely cast a spell.

The first day of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Hecat had put the two of them against each other for a friendly duel. He had teased her as he walked by. She didn’t respond but rolled her eyes. As they faced off, he decided to be a gentleman and allowed her a moment to try to get in the first spell. Her basic cast was so poorly aimed, she was more likely to hit Prewett than himself. When he in turn cast his basic spell, she barely dodged and, instead of casting Protego, just dropped herself to the ground. Hecat quickly put an end to the practice duel, realizing that the new 5th year was in over her head.

“How can someone so stupid think she’s better than us?” Imelda complained loudly at dinner one night.

Ominis snorted lightly next to Sebastian. All of his opinions of the new girl came entirely from hearing others speak about her – given that he had heard nothing from her himself.

“She sounds about as pleasant as my family,” he mused. “Glad she’s not in Slytherin. Let the Ravenclaw’s be punished. She must fit in there– they’re a rather snobby bunch themselves.”

Sebastian glanced over at the Ravenclaw table, checking to see whether the Ravenclaw’s had warmed up to her abrasive behavior. As he expected – she was sitting alone, several seats away from the nearest person, and reading a book.

“Looks like they don’t want her either,” Sebastian responded. Ominis hmphed and went back to eating.

“I don’t even know how she ended up in Ravenclaw. She can’t do anything right! Then again, I guess no house would really want her,” Imelda continued her rant.

Meanwhile, Sebastian kept watching the new girl. And for the first time, he saw a different sort of look come across her face. It was one he recognized immediately, for he also felt it with more and more frequency since Anne was cursed. She looked down forlornly, as though she had no hope left in this world.

Perplexed, he wondered if maybe she was simply reading a sad book. It was nice to see she had an empathic side to her – not that anyone around her had the benefit of experiencing it.

****

“Mr. Sallow, its your lucky day!” Professor Weasley said after telling me to stay after class. “Our new student Eleanor Porter is in need of supplies from Hogsmeade. I know you have a detention you need to serve, and I thought you would be a good option to take her.”

Sebastian was staggered. He knew he had a way with professors, but he had never imagined being offered a trade-off like this. Imagine – Hogsmeade instead of polishing all the trophies in the Trophy Room!

“Absolutely. I’ll be glad to take Porter for her supplies.” Sure, she was unpleasant, but she also didn’t talk so how bad could it really be? He would much prefer wandering the village than inhaling the smell of polish for a 2nd night in a row.

Just a few hours later found Sebastian waiting by the door at the entranceway. The new girl finally deigned herself to show up after 30 minutes of him standing around. She stood in front of him, arms crossed.

“Well then, shall we?” He offered her, knowing full well she wouldn’t be responding, and led the way through the doors.

Thankfully the weather was pleasant – bright blue sky, just enough clouds, and nice and warm. A great day for making it out to the village. He tried to pretend that the new girl wasn’t just a couple of steps behind him, but there was a tenseness in the air that didn’t allow him to forget.

It was with great relief that they split up once reaching the village. It was like a breath of fresh air to finally be free of her and get some time to enjoy himself. He hoped she wouldn’t get too lost, but honestly couldn’t really be bothered to care.

It was with building dread as the declared meet up time approached and he wandered to the center of town. She actually made it back punctually and stood there, awaiting his next direction. He was just about to open his mouth to tell her they needed to head back to the castle, when an earthquake started. Wait an earthquake? In Hogsmeade?

Quickly, he saw, to his extreme horror, the source of said earthquake. A massive troll was making its way through the village. He heard the new girl gasp beside him and grasp his arm. Thankfully the local Auror and some townspeople managed to lead it away.

The girl had just dropped her hand from his arm when the vibration started up again.

“Another troll?” he gasped. What was even going on?!

Unfortunately, this troll was heading (with great determination) straight to him and Porter.

“Oh fu-“ he had just managed to begin, before he found himself being pushed hard. He landed on the ground in shock and looked up just in time to see the new girl flying several feet away into a stack of boxes.

Did…did she push him out of the way? To save him?

Realizing they didn’t have the benefit of time to delay, he jumped to his feet and began casting as many offensive spells as he could think of. The troll, obviously, was not appreciating being set on fire repeatedly, and made to swing his giant bat at him.

“Sebastian!” he heard a voice cry out in alarm and fear.

Before he even had a chance to work out who had yelled his name, a lightning bolt came down from the sky and turned the troll into ash.

Stunned, Sebastian stood there just staring at the pile of ash. Part of him wondered if he had been hit by the bat, and was now dreaming. He had never seen or heard of a spell do something like that. Looking around dazed, his eyes found new girl standing among the pile of now broken boxes. She was also staring at the ash in complete shock and horror, her wand out as if in the middle of casting a spell.

“Did – did you do that?” Sebastian asked aghast at this turn of events.

She met his eyes and slowly nodded, seemingly trying to process what had just happened.

“Wait… it was you that called out my name!” Sebastian suddenly realized. “You can talk then!”

Porter’s mouth curved up a bit. It was the friendliest he had ever seen her look. “I can talk, yes.”

Sebastian took his head in his hands. This was the weirdest day he had experienced in a long time. Maybe he really had gotten knocked out by that bat.

“I think I need a butterbeer,” he groaned. “Come on. Let’s get you to the Three Broomsticks and you can tell me about this crazy spell of yours.”

Porter bit her lip and wrapped her arms around herself as they walked.

Openly watching her, Sebastian had a sudden epiphany. She was crossing her arms in a defensive manner. Like she was protecting herself from his potential ire. Thinking back to earlier when she greeted him with the same stance, he could now see it was the same. As though she expected his ridicule, and wanted to protect herself from it.

“So, why is this the first time I’ve heard you talk then?” He wanted answers to her rather odd behaviors now that he realized that perhaps she was not quite as rude as he believed.

Porter glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes, before looking away again. “I…don’t always feel comfortable talking.”

That was hardly a satisfactory answer, but then he figured he hadn’t done anything to make her want to be open with him. He certainly hadn’t made an effort to talk to her, and instead he led them in silence for the entire walk from the castle.

Figuring the best way to learn about her was to finally talk to her like a proper friend, he decided to just open his mouth and ramble. He talked about the school, his sister, his friends, his favorite spells, and more. He was talking so much that he hadn’t even realized they had been sitting outside of the bar on a bench for at least 2 hours now.

Porter, to her credit, didn’t seem annoyed in the least bit. She listened and asked questions, eager to learn more about the magical world that she was now a part of.

Hoping that perhaps he had managed to make her more comfortable with him, he tried again to ask her a question about herself. “Where are you from?”

Porter grimaced and looked at the ground. “I was in an all-girls boarding school in London. I didn’t know anything about magic until Professor Fig came and brought me the letter from Hogwarts. I still don’t understand it... my father doesn’t have any magic. I don’t know much about my mum though. I guess maybe she had some magic?” she shrugged.

Well that did certainly explain her lack of experience with casting spells. Imagine not knowing anything about magic and then being forced to skip four years of magical education!

“Did you like the school?” he asked, wondering if she fit in better with muggles. Maybe that was the reason she was having a hard time talking with her magical peers?

She shook her head. “No, not at all.”

Intrigued despite himself, he pushed. “Why not?”

Porter looked hesitantly at him before letting out a deep sigh. “I guess I have nothing left to lose by admitting this. Everyone at Hogwarts thinks poorly of me already….” She looked sadly in the distance. Sebastian couldn’t even deny the truth of her words.

“I’ve always been the misfit my whole life. My family hated me and sent me away as soon as they could. It was a relief for awhile to be away from them. They always told me I was stupid… that I couldn’t do anything right. I thought they were wrong. After all, I knew how to read and do maths. I can play a piano. Surely I couldn’t be that stupid? But then at school it was the same… I would get so anxious when called on to read in class or come up to the board. I couldn’t remember anything. Id stutter when trying to read. I couldn’t even tell you the time when looking at a clock. Soon, I realized that my family was right. And the teachers and other classmates were right. I am stupid and pathetic. I don’t know how to talk to people. And if someone was nice to me, it always turned out to be a joke. Like they thought the idea of being my friend was funny.” She paused, staring at the passing clouds overhead.

“I had hoped for Hogwarts to be different. That maybe I finally could fit in somewhere. But as soon as I walked into the castle, I realized how wrong I was. I was surrounded by people who knew magic for years and years. I knew I was unworthy to even be there, to take up space among you all. I figured it was best to just… let myself blend in with the surroundings. Try not to draw attention to myself. Yet, it seems all I do now is get the attention of everyone. It makes me nervous…and I hoped that by seeming angry that people would want to avoid me. That they could somehow see that I knew I wasn’t good enough, and I just wanted to be left alone. But that backfired…” her voice quieted.

Sensing that she was done talking, he took a minute to process her confession. By how much she shared, it was clear she had needed to get her thoughts and feelings off her chest for a long time now.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said. Though he knew she had put up strong shields, he wished he had somehow known to look through them. Clearly the girl needed a real friend.

“I know what you mean about your family not liking you. I live with my uncle and he reminds me constantly what a disappointment I am. I think he must have something against my father. He loves to compare me to him as though it’s an insult.” Sebastian huffed in aggravation at the very thought.

Eleanor looked at him with empathy. It was nice, Sebastian realized, to have someone to talk to who understood.

“I’m sorry,” she offered back.

Sebastian, to both of their surprise, grabbed her hand. “I know it must be intimidating to come in so late. But this isn’t like your last school. Sure, there are some bullies around here. But there are a lot of nice people as well. I’m sure if you give everyone a chance, you’ll be pleasantly surprised. I can start by introducing you to some of our classmates. I’m certain Natty Onai would love to meet you. She came here just a year ago.”

He watched hope come into Eleanor’s eyes. “You don’t think its too late?” she bit her lip.

Sebastian shrugged. “Only one way to find out. And no matter what they think, you’ll still have me.”

Eleanor threw her arms around Sebastian in an enthusiastic hug. “Thank you,” she murmured against him.

Blushing furiously and having no idea what to do, Sebastian patted her back awkwardly.

Coughing (or choking), Sebastian slowly pulled away from her. “Now then, I think its time we introduce you to the world of butterbeer.”

He led her into the bar where Sirona enthusiastically greeted the new student. He watched Eleanor as she smiled shyly at the woman, and began small talk with her. Sebastian jumped into the conversation and soon the three of them were talking as though they had known one another for years.

Its funny, he mused to himself, as he and Eleanor were walking back to the castle that evening, chattering on and on about the most random of topics. He dreaded her presence and now he was actively reveling in it. Their incident with the troll and then their fun evening at the Three Broomsticks forged a connection between them. And he was glad for it. His new friend felt like the companion he had been missing, a missing piece of his puzzle that was now reunited.

Perhaps he should show her the Undercroft? Then they could spend more time together and he could help tutor her in order to catch up. And perhaps in turn, she would show him how she demolished that troll…

He turned back to Eleanor, and they exchanged a bashful smile with one another, clasped hands swinging in the air between them.

Yes, perhaps this school year wouldn’t be as boring as he thought.