#how someone can /make/ me feel loved and seen and unashamed

[eoin-mcgonigal]

my friend just asked me to explain why i love sas rogue heroes + go into detail about my paddyeoin love....... anyway, peace and love on planet earth

[earthlybeam]

Your writing always brings me such joy. Would you be able to do Marriage & Parenthood with Glorfindel?

Thank you so much and I hope everything is well with you 💕

Thank you so much for your thoughtful and encouraging words. 🥺✨They truly mean a lot and are deeply appreciated. ❤️‍🔥🫶✨

Glorfindel version below.

☀️𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵

𖤓 Glorfindel, as a spouse, would be a partner defined by warmth, devotion, and boundless affection. Unlike the reserved Gil-galad, Glorfindel is expressive and unashamed of his feelings, wearing his heart on his sleeve in all aspects of your relationship. His love would shine like the sun, warm and radiant, and his presence would fill every corner of your life with joy and light. To Glorfindel, love is not just a quiet partnership but a celebration of life shared with someone he treasures above all else.

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Glorfindel As a Spouse

Glorfindel would be a spouse who embraces love with his entire being. For him, being in love means constantly expressing it—through words, actions, and even the smallest gestures. He would be the type to greet you each day with a kiss to your forehead, a soft touch to your hand, and a smile that could melt away any worries. His affection is unreserved and constant; he would never let you doubt how much you mean to him.

Glorfindel would place you at the center of his life. Whether he is busy with his duties as a leader, warrior, or emissary, his first thought is always of you—how you are, if you’re comfortable, and how he can make your day brighter. He would never hesitate to drop everything if you needed him, no matter how pressing his responsibilities. His love is not just steady; it is dynamic and overflowing. He is deeply attuned to your needs and emotions, always able to sense when something is wrong, even if you don’t speak it aloud. Glorfindel would gently coax you to open up, sitting beside you with his warm golden aura, holding your hands as he listens. He thrives on connection, and being able to share your burdens or your joys with him would be one of the most fulfilling aspects of his life. While Glorfindel is naturally affectionate, his protective instincts as a warrior and leader would also define his role as your spouse. He would face any danger with unwavering resolve if it meant keeping you safe, often going above and beyond to ensure you are shielded from harm or worry. He would be quick to reassure you during troubled times with his calm voice and steadfast presence. His courage on the battlefield extends to his courage in love—he is not afraid to show his vulnerability, admit his fears, or share his dreams with you.

In private moments, Glorfindel is a playful and lighthearted spouse. He thrives on bringing laughter into your life, teasing you gently or pulling you into spontaneous dances when the mood strikes. You would often find yourself surprised by his small but thoughtful gestures—flowers left on your bedside table, a favorite meal prepared after a long day, or a quiet picnic under the stars where he serenades you with a soft song from his youth.

Glorfindel’s love is generous and unselfish. He would prioritize your happiness and well-being above his own, often going out of his way to ensure you feel cherished. He is the kind of spouse who remembers every detail about you: your favorite flower, the way you like your tea, or the songs that make you smile. To him, love is found in the details, and he takes great pride in ensuring you always feel seen and valued. Though Glorfindel’s joy and energy are boundless, there are also moments of quiet intimacy that reveal his depth. He treasures the simple, peaceful moments of sitting together by the fire, holding you close in his arms, and speaking of dreams and stories from ages long past. These moments are where he feels most at home—where he can truly let his guard down and simply be with you.

Glorfindel as a spouse is unwaveringly loyal and devoted. He is a man who loves deeply and with all his heart, and he would never let the fire of his affection for you grow dim. His love would be the kind that lifts you up, fills your life with light, and surrounds you with an unshakable sense of belonging. With him, you would always feel safe, cherished, and adored—whether in the golden halls of Imladris or under the stars of Middle-earth. For Glorfindel, loving you would be the greatest adventure of all. It would be the melody that drives his life, the light that guides him through the ages, and the joy that gives him purpose. And in your presence, his golden spirit would shine brighter than ever.

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Glorfindel As a Parent

Glorfindel would be the epitome of a loving, warm, and endlessly supportive parent. His golden spirit, overflowing with kindness and joy, would shine even brighter in the presence of his children. To him, fatherhood would be one of the greatest gifts life could offer, and he would embrace it with all the enthusiasm and care of someone who treasures every moment of it. With his sunshine-like energy and deep capacity for love, Glorfindel would be the kind of parent whose very presence feels like home—a constant source of comfort, protection, and light.

Glorfindel’s parenting would be centered on creating a warm and loving environment where his children feel safe, cherished, and free to grow into their unique selves. He would shower them with affection, whether through big, joyful hugs or playful laughter that fills the house. Every day would bring a new adventure with him as a father—be it exploring the forests of Middle-earth, listening to his whimsical tales of ancient times, or simply sitting by the fire as he teaches them songs from the days of Gondolin. Glorfindel would have an uncanny ability to turn even the most mundane moments into something magical, his golden aura imbuing every interaction with a sense of wonder. As a parent, Glorfindel’s protective instincts would rival even his legendary valor in battle. Though his love is gentle and nurturing, he would be an unyielding shield between his children and the dangers of the world. If a threat ever came near them, he would rise with all the power and courage of the warrior who faced Balrogs, ensuring that no harm would come to his beloved little ones. However, his protectiveness would never stifle their independence—he would encourage his children to explore the world, but always with the knowledge that he is there to catch them if they stumble.

Glorfindel would be a patient and attentive parent, always attuned to his children’s emotions and needs. He would be the first to notice when something is troubling them and would gently draw them out with his soothing voice and warm presence. “You can tell me anything,” he would say, his eyes full of understanding and compassion. Whether they are sharing their dreams, fears, or triumphs, Glorfindel would listen with his whole heart, making them feel valued and understood. Teaching would come naturally to him, though his lessons would never feel like burdens. Instead, they would be shared through stories, songs, and hands-on experiences. He would teach his children the importance of kindness and courage, of standing up for what is right and helping those in need. Through his actions, he would show them what it means to be strong yet gentle, brave yet compassionate. Whether it’s guiding them in swordplay, helping them learn the beauty of Middle-earth’s lore, or simply encouraging them to follow their passions, Glorfindel’s approach to parenting would be one of balance—providing guidance while allowing his children to find their own path.

Glorfindel’s playful side would make him the kind of parent who knows how to bring endless joy into his children’s lives. He would chase them through golden fields, lift them high into the air to see the tops of trees, and let them ride on his shoulders as they laugh together in the sunshine. He would indulge their curiosity, answering every question with patience and delight, even if it means staying up late to talk about the stars. And when their little hearts grow weary, he would scoop them up in his arms, humming soft melodies as they drift into dreams. But Glorfindel’s love would also shine in the quiet moments. He would be the father who stays up late to comfort them after a bad dream, who leaves little surprises to make them smile, and who always knows when a simple touch or a reassuring word is needed. His love would be unconditional and ever-present, a constant source of strength that his children could rely on no matter what.

In times of struggle, Glorfindel would remind his children of their own strength. “You are braver than you know,” he would say, his golden hair catching the light as he smiles at them with pride. “But no matter how hard the road may seem, you will never walk it alone.” He would never let them feel as though they must carry their burdens by themselves, for his love is a partnership, a bond that never falters. Glorfindel’s children would grow up knowing they are deeply and unshakably loved. They would carry his warmth with them wherever they go, a light in their hearts that guides them even in the darkest times. And in return, they would see him as not just their father but their protector, their teacher, and their greatest source of comfort and joy. To Glorfindel, fatherhood would not simply be a duty—it would be a source of endless joy and fulfillment. His golden energy would infuse every moment with love, laughter, and light, and his children would carry that radiance with them throughout their lives, forever warmed by the sunshine of their father’s boundless affection.

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Challenges as a Parent

As a parent, Glorfindel’s radiant, golden personality would make him naturally attuned to his children’s needs, but even the brightest light can cast shadows. His greatest challenge would be learning to temper his boundless enthusiasm and protective instincts with the patience to let his children learn and grow on their own. Glorfindel, who has faced the darkest terrors of Arda, would struggle with the idea of his children facing any danger, no matter how small. His love and fierce protectiveness, while born from the purest place in his heart, could sometimes manifest as overprotection. He might find it difficult to watch them stumble or fail, his first instinct always being to shield them from harm or heartache.

Though Glorfindel would encourage curiosity and exploration, he might be overly cautious when his children express an adventurous streak—especially if it echoes his own boldness. If they showed a desire to take risks or venture into the unknown, he would grapple with the fear of losing them to the same forces of darkness he once faced. “I know the world can be harsh,” he might say, his voice tinged with both pride and worry. “And I would face it all again if it meant keeping you safe.” Over time, however, Glorfindel’s deep wisdom and love would help him realize that part of being a good parent is allowing his children to find their own strength, even if it means letting them take risks.

Another challenge for Glorfindel might be balancing his sunny, playful nature with the need for discipline. His instinct would be to offer warmth and encouragement, but there could be moments when he struggles to set boundaries or enforce rules, especially if his children give him those wide, pleading eyes. “How can I say no to that face?” he might mutter with a laugh, only to realize later that he must guide them firmly when needed. As he grows into his role as a father, Glorfindel would learn to balance his natural warmth with the wisdom and structure his children need to flourish.

Tender Moments For all his challenges, Glorfindel’s love as a parent would shine brightest in the tender moments he shares with his children. Whether it’s comforting them after a bad dream, carrying them on his shoulders to see the sunset, or simply holding them close as they share their hopes and fears, Glorfindel’s presence would be a constant source of reassurance. He would be the kind of father who makes time for his children, no matter how busy his life might be. “There is nothing more important to me than you,” he would say, his eyes glowing with sincerity.

When they are young, Glorfindel would indulge his children with all the joy and playfulness they could imagine. He would tell them stories of his time in Gondolin, of bravery and triumph, but always with a touch of humor to keep them smiling. He would turn the lessons of the past into fantastical adventures, sparking their imagination and teaching them the values of courage, kindness, and resilience. On rainy days, he might create games to keep them entertained, filling their home with laughter and the warmth of his presence. As his children grow, Glorfindel would adapt his approach, becoming not just a playful parent but a wise and steady guide. He would take them out to the golden fields of Middle-earth, teaching them the ways of the sword or the beauty of the land, always emphasizing the balance between strength and compassion. “A warrior’s heart is not just strong,” he would tell them, “but gentle enough to protect what truly matters.” Whether teaching them practical skills or simply listening to their dreams, Glorfindel would be a patient and encouraging teacher, always striving to help them become the best versions of themselves.

Glorfindel’s affection would be shown in countless little gestures: a flower left on their pillow to brighten their day, a cloak wrapped around them when they’re cold, or a soft kiss on the forehead as they drift off to sleep. In moments of sadness or doubt, he would sit with them, holding their hands and reminding them of their worth. “You are more precious to me than all the stars,” he would say, his voice soft but full of conviction. And though he would never push, Glorfindel would always remind his children that they are capable of greatness. Whether they seek to be warriors, scholars, or something else entirely, he would cheer them on with unwavering pride. “Whatever path you choose,” he would say, his golden hair shining in the sunlight, “know that I will always walk beside you.” In moments of quiet, when the world seems still, Glorfindel might take his children to a peaceful glade or a starlit hill, sharing the beauty of Arda with them. These moments would be his way of teaching them not just about the world, but about the joy and wonder it holds. He would hum lullabies as they rest against him, his voice carrying the peace of ages past, and remind them that no matter where they go, his love will always follow.

Enduring Love To his children, Glorfindel would be a beacon of light—a father whose warmth, kindness, and endless love shape their lives in profound ways. His challenges as a parent would only deepen his commitment, teaching him to grow alongside his children and to love them not just as they are, but as they strive to become. Glorfindel’s legacy as a father would not lie in grand declarations or material gifts, but in the quiet, enduring love that shines in every moment he shares with his family. His children would carry his light with them, knowing that no matter how far they wander, they will always have a home in their father’s heart—a golden, unshakable love that never fades.

[quicktosimp]

I Must Please You

Kinktober Day 13

Tsu’tey/Human!Reader

Warnings: In Public, Cunniligous, Fingering, Size Kink, Minor Strength Kink

Thank you @pandoraslxna for all your hard work 💖

Dividers by @plutism

Being mated to Tsu’tey is a dream. You will never find a man more devoted to you than him. It’s like his one goal in life is to take care of his mate. He knows your favorite food without you telling him, and he always brings you extra. He knows your moods; no matter what, he knows how to read you and how to fix the situation. He knows how to please you, every corner and crevice, how to make you scream. Tsu’tey knows how to care for you like it’s the only reason he was born. This leads us to where we are now.

“Tsu’tey! Love, please!” I moan, unashamed, into the open air.

“Quiet, ma Yawne, someone will hear you.” He smugly scolds.

Today, Tsu’tey is training, and I came to watch. Seeing his muscles move under his skin, he barely breaks a sweat while sparing with all of his students. He quickly works through the line of students, never once losing.

Watching him move like that would get anyone hot and bothered. Yet I sat there, nearly drooling over Tsu’tey, unable to take my eyes off him. Bulging muscles and throwing the occasional student, my panties have been soaked for over an hour.

I watched as he sniffed the air, a confused look on his face before he turned to me. His eyes went wide for a moment before going dark.

“All of you, take a break! I expect you back by the next hour!” He snapped at the group of students who rushed to obey his commands.

Tsu’tey stocks over to me, his pupils wide, “Ma Yawne, I can smell you from the other side of the ring. What has caused your arousal?” He asks, kneeling to my height.

A blush overtakes my face, not realizing that I would be caught so quickly, “I didn't know that I smelt that much.” I brush off, unable to meet his eyes.

“It is not something that others would smell,” His eyes are fond, “I can smell each shift in your scent. I know your arousal better than my own.” Tsu’tey admits, gabbing my hands. He takes them and places his nose next to my wrist. Even as a human, the wrists secrete pheromones, “Now tell me, Yawne, why do you smell as if we have been entwined together?”

“It is nothing. Let’s discuss this once we are back at our kelku.” I stand to leave, not thinking that it would put my cunt next to his face.

A deep growl escapes his chest, “Yawne, I can smell that you are wet. If I were to take off your tewng, I know you would be soaked.” His nose brushes against my clothed cunt.

“Tsu’tey! You can’t do that here! Anyone could see!” I whispered harshly, scandalized, my eyes roaming the area, fear of being seen.

“Ba, no one would dare to disobey my orders.” Tsu’tey dismisses the thought, “Besides, all they would see is a man pleasuring his Muntxate. There is no shame in that.” His head stayed between my thighs.

I balk at the idea, “You don’t do that in public. It’s something that you do in the privacy of your home.” I rationalize.

“But it is private. It is just us. No one will return soon.” Tsu’tey assured, becoming confused.

“I-I, I don’t know,” my resolve fading.

“I wish to take care of you, tìyawn,” Tsu’tey rubs his face on my stomach.

I stood there for a moment, thinking, “You promise no one will see us?” I ask.

A beautiful smile caresses his face, “I will make sure no one sees you, tìyawn,” Tsu’tey holds my face in his hands and kisses me. His plush lips overtake mine in a sweet embrace.

I moan softly at his actions, being held so firmly but sweetly. I wrap my arms around Tsu’tey’s neck, my hands tangling onto his braids. A soft lick to my bottom lip and I open eagerly. Tsu’tey’s long, thick tongue enters my mouth, not leaving any space untouched. I attempt to play with his tongue with my own, but there’s no room for me to move my own. I trail my hands over the sides of his face, feeling his ears move as I thumb at his scared ear. Tsu’tey’s tail flicks around, wrapping around my waist.

Our lips part, our saliva mixing between us, shining in the bright sky, “You’re perfect for me, Yawne.” Tsu’tey eyes were filled with devotion as his hands trailed down to my tweng. “May I?” He asks.

I look around, still nervous of doing such an act in public. I nod my head in acceptance. His fingers easily untie the straps to my tweng, dropping it to the ground, my slick dripping into the floor. Now, I’ve exposed my bottom half to the open training area. I gasp softly, unsure what I think of this.

Tsu’tey lay a kiss on my navel, sucking a mark onto the soft flesh, “Look at me, Yawne, do not take your eye off of me.”

I obey and stare into Tsu’tey’s green eyes, which are full of love. His hands grasp my thighs, kneading the supple flesh. I watch as Tsu’tey sticks his tongue out obscenely, slowly moving toward my pussy. His lips wrap around my entire cunt, sucking it into his mouth. My knees wobble from the sensation. I would have fallen to the floor if it weren't for Tsu’tey’s hold on my thighs. The warmth of his mouth encouraged the flames inside my core. I could feel my blood flowing to my pussy with each suck, pulling on my folds and clit. I close my eyes, relaxing from the pleasure before I feel two fingers tap at my thigh. I open my eyes to look at Tsu’tey, only to find his boring into mine. I keep hold of his gaze, and he rewards me by flicking his tongue on my clit.

“Tsu’tey!” I gasp, rolling my hips into his mouth.

I can feel the vibrations from his laugh on my cunts, bringing me more pleasure before his mouth leaves my pussy.

I whine in protest, confused as to why he would stop.

“Mawey Yawne. I am going to make this better.” He chuckled at my plight.

Tsu’tey picked me up by my thighs, “Babe!” I shout in surprise.

Tsu’tey laughs due to my reaction; it’s why he always does this. He leans me against a tree so my cunt is level with his mouth as he spreads my thighs wide.

Tsu’tey’s eyes roam my body, taking in the sight, “This will be much better for us.” with that, his mouth is on my cunt, eating it with fervor. My toes curled at the sensation, with loud groans spilling out.

“Oh fuck! Tsu’tey!” I shout into the arena.

Tsu’tey laughed into my cunt, amused by my reaction. His tongue started to play, wiggling around, trying to fit it into my hole. His large tongue is thicker than three of my fingers and longer than my hand. I can feel as he tries to bully it into my cunt.

“Too big! You’re not gonna fit!” I no longer care about my volume.

Tsu’tey doesn’t respond to my concern; instead, he shifts me, my knees now next to my shoulders, and his thrusting becomes more persistent, and his tongue forces itself inside.

“Tey! Big! Good! Fuck!” I chant.

Tsu’tey’s tongue becomes more erratic, thrusting and wiggling inside, making room for more of his tongue. The stretch of his tongue was immense, the burn feeling so good. My cunt was throbbing from the pleasure, clit twitching with each suck. I look into his eyes and see smugness and something I can’t place with his tongue bulling my pussy.

Teeth.

Tsu’tey’s top teeth scrape against my clit, grinding the sharp teeth into my clit, bringing a stabbing painful pleasure.

“Tsu’tey! Love, please!” I moan, unashamed, into the open air.

“Quiet, ma Yawne, someone will hear you.” He smugly scolds me before diving back down to my cunt. Eating it like it was his last meal.

Tongue thrusting back in like it was never gone, teeth grinding and nipping where they could, the sucking pulling on everything. My back scratching at the rough bark of the tree. Everything was too much; the pleasure was building too fast.

“Tey, gonna cum!” I wail, my core tight and ready to unleash.

Tsu’tey sped up the best he could. His thumbs trailed to my nipples, slipping under my chest covering, rolling my nipples.

“Tey! Tey! Tey!” I chant his name into the forest, Cumming! I’m cumming!” I scream.

Cum gushes from my cunt, and I can feel him swallow all of it, but he doesn’t stop there. Tsu’tey keeps going, licking and sucking for more, even after I am noting more than a twitching mess.

“Baby, I’m done, you made me cum already.” I weakly protest.

Tsu’tey slowly pulled away after giving one last suck, almost regretful to leave.

“Do you feel better, tìyawn? Have I stated you properly?” Tsu’tey asked genuinely.

I smile down at him, bewildered that he thinks I wasn’t properly sated when his face is covered in my cum, “Yes, love, I feel amazing,” He lowers me down and cradles me to his chest.

“Good. It would be dishonorable if I did not take care of your needs.” He says, as he gently maneuvers my tweng back on me. I kiss his soundly in thanks, tasting myself on his lips.

The training party came back soon after, with a large number of men and women, followed by Jake and Neytiri; Jake was heading to Tsu’tey and Neytiri to me.

“Brother! Why did you send them away? It is unlike you.” Jake asks in concern.

“It is nothing. I just gave them a small break. Nothing to worry about.” Tsu’tey dismissed.

Neytiri whispered in my ear with a wolfish grin, “So, how was having your mate in the training area? Jake and I did it last week.”

[followerofmercy]

Fanfic 20 questions! I was gonna say 'fuck it I love talking about myself even if nobody tagged me' and then realized @hua-fei-hua already did like. Two weeks ago. Whoops aldsjf I don't check my mentions. ANYWAY THANKS HOMIE

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

Currently 119. Should be 120 in a week or two

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

361,556 published. We can add another 60k that is written but unpublished for Monoceros Novae, 9k miscellaneous Hearthling notes, 24k unpublished honkai notes and another 50k in my general notes document.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Actively rn, only Genshin and Honkai. I'll write for other stuff when I feel like it.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Missing Person - Hollow Knight, genfic, little ghost and Quirrel - 1500 kudos (this is why small fandoms are the best alsdfj)

I Need to Leave Him Before He Leaves Me - Genshin, Alhaitham/Kaveh - 987 kudos (helped a lot of people think about their autism with this one lmao)

Homeward Bound - Hollow Knight, genfic, little ghost and Quirrel - 757 kudos (Idk why this one blew up. Wasn't that great but I appreciate the attention. Probably people sorting by kudos)

How 4.1 Should've Gone - Genshin, Aether/Lyney kicking Wriothesley's ass - 656 kudos (First and only time rewriting canon. Surprised at how well received it was)

Abusing the World Tree - Genshin, Lumine/Scaramouche - 643 kudos (Yk I used to really hate this fic and I still do, but not as much as I used to. I still think the entire premise is Horror instead of cute, but I think I did good with the prompt. )

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always. I literally only write fanfic in order to connect with people alsdfj why the fuck wouldn't I take an opportunity to yap. I judge my success as a writer by how I make my readers feel/helping them realize something about themselves/etc and the communication is really fulfilling

I mean sometimes I don't reply if it's literally just like, a heart emoji, which I still appreciate but I don't have a lot to go off of there

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

probably the one where Steven Universe walks off a cliff on accident while he's sad and can't control his fall speed anymore and dies. I was much younger when I wrote it asldfkj.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That I'm proud of? No clue. Probably another Steven Universe one where Steven and Connie went to prom.

I will say that A Bard Walks in and Hugs the Bartender is my favorite 'happy' ending fic because of a comment I got on it. It's a story about forgetting details about deceased loved ones and the guilt that comes with that and then comfort that that's a natural part of the process, and someone let me know that they felt so seen. They said the forgetting is a part of grieving that doesn't get addressed enough and it was so nice to see it in writing and I'm like. Pack it up boys we've officially won writing! My writing has fundamentally changed a real life person. I have achieved what I consider success.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Very rarely and usually unintentionally. Had a dude call Arlecchino a 'psychotic bitch' in a comment where they were genuinely trying to praise my writing, but on a fic intended to show her doing her best and I'm like. I don't really have the energy to debate why that was rude and I'm blocking you. Bro if you see this tumblr post and you didn't intend to, like, shit on the entire premise and everything I love about that character, hmu in DMs and we can talk asldfkj. Otherwise please find other authors to read

Otherwise I think I'm secure enough in my interests and unabashedly unashamed of anything Problematique I write that bullies decide to choose better targets?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes and I've given up writing normal sex. I'm not good at it. I have a weird kind of medical kink where I think the word penis is sexier than cock and, yk, most people would disagree. I'm both better at writing gore and horror that achieves the same kind of intimacy with a slight sexual bend, and I get more fulfillment out of it. Anatomy of a Blade remains one of my proudest works.

Also I prefer writing it as a character study. I love finding jackoff material but I can't write it for shit. Pour one out for the authors doing what I can't asldkjf

10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one you've ever written?

Nah. The setting is usually so important to my interpretation of a character that I just Can't put them somewhere else. Same with AUs. I'd rather write an original story at that point. I will fantasize about it occasionally tho.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yesn't? I've had a few lines ripped, especially for rarepairs, but I had such an unfortunate thing happen recently asdlkjf. This new author so excitedly asked me if they could use one of my fics for inspiration and I'm like "omg of course!!! I'm so flattered!" because I was! and then when they finished writing it and told me about it I was so excited to read it!!!

and then I did

I'm sitting here like "...Who's gonna tell them that this is actually plagiarism without embarrassing them and completely crushing their motivation to write ever again" asldfkjasdf;l

like OBVIOUSLY they were not trying to steal, because why the fuck would they announce it to me. But also I don't want them to be served a cease and desist later down the line so we had to have a little talk and it's all good now. I'm really excited to see what they write next!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Supposedly! I've had several people ask me if they could and then just. Never followed up aldk;fskj. It's a shame because I'm absolutely fascinated by linguistics and would love to pick their brains about what translation choices they made and why.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Sorta? Ray did one chapter as an epilogue to one of mine, and I think I've worked with Sen a few times on shorter pieces. Otherwise I'm a bit of a selfish writer and a control freak adsljf

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Constantly changing. I'm currently on a Bootheng and Zhongxiao kick, tho once I watch more of Madoka Magica I'm probably gonna lose my mind over Homura/Madoka. Also Adora/Catra as I watch more Shera.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Literally too many to list. See question 1 and the 50k words worth of notes

I have so many ideas that I really need to pick and choose what I work on because there literally just isn't enough time in the world - unless I start doing cocaine or something, but even then I think I'd still have the same problem. Join my discord server if you're an adult and wanna hear me whine about it asdlfkj

16. What are your writing strengths?

Fitting body language and other scene description with dialogue. I don't see images in my head and I think in motion a lot, so I think I do a really good job of keeping a scene rolling while people are talking without having to bring everything to a screeching halt to describe, idk, the color of the carpet on the stairs.

Also emotional damage

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably longer works? I lose drive to work on anything over 6k words pretty easily and I also struggle with pacing. I'm insisting on finishing Monoceros Novae so it can be my first novel because everyone's first novel sucks ass. I'm getting it out of the way so my original works will hopefully go better asldkfj

Oh. Also what people look like. Fuck you you get a pronoun and maybe a hair color. If Martha Wells can do it with Murderbot, so can I lmao.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Just for the love of God don't put it in italics unless you're making a point that the person using the other language doesn't use it naturally. I'd like to highlight the poem Kupu Rere Ke by Alice Te Punga Somerville for my feelings on it alsdkjf.

Also gonna copy stardustdiving's answer and say that it's great for multilingual characters and places it makes sense, but I personally think it's a little annoying when it's just a shippy pet name to be cute without, like, some kind of basis for it. Notably Childe calling Zhongli Xiansheng. It's fine if he would say that BUT HE WOULDN'T. He'd call him Mr., Sir or Motherfucker Ratbastard Whyaren'tyoudeadyet

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Undertale! Surprised at how well a lot of the fics have held up over the years.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Changes a lot as I develop as a writer. I'm really proud of Frustrations of the Hunt and this is the vibe I want my original writing to have.

I'm also really proud of my one and only FMAB fic about Alphonse getting pants. It's more serious than it sounds.

I actually have a collection of my works that I'm really proud of too!

Let's tag @resplendent-chungus. Do it bitch /affectionate

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Sending you a show ask: Power Rangers Jungle Fury & Beast Morphers. For aesthetic reasons~

Yeah I knew this one was coming LOL

Gonna start with Jungle Fury obviously because I have SO much to say

Favorite male character: RJ would be an obvious choice for so many reasons, so even though he's my second favorite character I'll have to pass on him to highlight Master Swoop. Amazing design, ESPECIALLY with the bat theme (< incredibly biased I love bats), and manages to make fans look fucking cool. Was probably the only master of the three old guys to not be a fucking dickhead towards his student and actually consistently gives Theo good advice. No wonder he was RJ's favorite master. I wish more people would talk about him he's so unique and hot (I am unashamed to admit that)

Favorite female character: Fran no doubt it's so obvious from my blog lol (She's literally me. I am her. None of you know her like I do. I can write essays about this bitch all day)

My OTP: Fran/RJ is the primary reason I'm still obsessed with Jungle Fury lmao (my orange/purple team parents oh how I mourn what could've been). Thought they were gonna get together when I first watched it and I still wish they did. Camille/Jarrod is a close second though (now THERE'S a canon ship in this season done correctly). There's also Fran/Camille, god the amount of bonding we could've had between two girls wanting to feel loved by their bosses ourghdhfsdlkf

My NOTP: No amount of mutual interest in books will ever make me like Fran and Dominic. I'm not sorry about this btw, a ship being canon doesn't make me any less angry that someone, much less my favorite character, with so much potential to do more just gets turned into Mrs. Hargan for the next 13 episodes. Dom, do the world a favor and stay away from the nerdy brunettes thanks. Also any het ship with Casey is a red flag that is the gayest Red Ranger I've seen in my entire life next to Jayden

My other ships: I do enjoy the primary color cat polycule, as I'm equally inclined to ship Theo with either Lily or Casey (Theo/Lily gets the distinction of being one of the only canon couples in this franchise that didn't bore me). Despite my exasperation with Dominic, I do enjoy shipping him with RJ (or a polycule where he and Fran are strictly platonic but both dating RJ). Jarrod/Casey is also a contender but post-canon specifically, and there's even a bit of Whiger/Casey if you squint...there's also the numerous WLW Fran ships that I have (Fran/Lily, Fran/Maryl, Fran/Camille, even Fran/Kendall LMAO). RJ/Merrick is also a delight if you don't let those wolves kiss rn

My Least Favorite Character: For a category of Ranger that is universally seen as pretty cool (Sixth Ranger), Dominic severely underserved and ended up making a good chunk of JF's second half damn near unwatchable, ESPECIALLY with that bullshit situationship he and Fran were up to. He alone knocked my overall ranking of JF's characters down from 9 to 7.5. (Nikolai is cool, though. We LIKE Nikolai here)

My Favorite Episode: Friends Don't Fade Away was honestly almost perfect. It was the Fran/RJ episode, the RJ Ranger debut episode, the closest thing we have to a Fran episode, only minus was the annoying MOTW, and Casey suggesting Lily take care of RJ, which wouldn't be shocking to interpret as lowkey sexist. (Also no Fran/RJ kiss dnfsdnfsdkl). Definitely the episode I've rewatched the most, on my top 10 favorite PR episodes list.

Who I Would Date Off The Show: Fran would be an obvious #1 but so would RJ. It helps that my boyfriend acts almost exactly like him. Would also date Master Swoop. And Camille. And-

Now for Beast Morphers (this is going to be severely underwhelming I'm warning you in advance)

Favorite Male Character: Nate Silva is about as close to Dr. K as you can get, plus I have an affinity for the shy nerds. Cruise is also dear to me (I love you Kelson Henderson <33).

Favorite Female Character: Was REALLYYYY tempted to put Dr. K down since she made a cameo but I decided not to. Anyways Roxy my dear girl oh how I adore you (I love me a reformed villainess). Betty actually didn't piss me off either I found her hijinks to be adorable

My OTP: Blaze/Roxy would probably be it, since I don't really have OTPs from this season LMAOO but they're the only ship where I'm like "Yeah, they should've kissed."

My NOTP: Woah, woah, look what we have here? A ship that became canon when it's not only trash but a better one was right fucking there?? No wonder you requested JF and BM lmao (FUCK Ravi/Roxy bro I'm so tired of comphet in this franchise, especially that episode where Ravi got severely angry with Roxy and given his gorilla powers which holds pretty terrifying implications that I hope don't go any further.) Also Nate/Zoey was like the DEFINITION of comphet lmao this season's romances were so fucking mid.

My other ships: Again, not much to say in this department LOL, although I do feel more inclined to ship Betty/Devon now, orange/red is an intriguing combo here....

My Least Favorite Character: Ngl rarely anyone in this cast stood out to me but I guess Ravi. Again, not a fan of the anger thing.

My Favorite Episode: The crossovers carried. Seeing some of the Dino Charge crew was a delight but seeing DR FUCKING K HAD ME SO HYPED LET'S GOOOOO. Also the musical episode because it was directed by my queen Olivia Tennet <33

Who I Would Date Off The Show: Commander Shaw kinda bad lowkey I love me a commanding older woman

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Red, White, & Royal Blue Movie Rant

Spoilers. All the spoilers. You've been warned.

I'm going to be talking pretty negatively about the movie, and if you don't want that, please, please scroll. I'm not trying to rain on anyone's parade. I know how important this movie is to a lot of people and the last thing I want is to upset anyone with my opinions. I just need to get my thoughts down. I'm a list autistic (yes, ha, like Alex).

My ramblings about this are not in any way meant to take away the importance of this movie. It is sacred in a way to a lot of people, the same way Harry Potter was when it came out (fuck JKR). It makes people feel seen despite how good or bad it is and that is important. This is my opinion on this piece of media as just a movie, as a thing. NOT as a concept that is good and needed and unashamed. I really hope this is the beginning of more feel-good queer movies. As a queer person, as an American in a time of trans-bills who is dating a trans person, this movie is powerful. But like, also bad. And I have opinions on it. 

So, I didn't like the movie. The mixture of the promos, the R rating, and the 90% it had on Rotten Tomatoes before it came out definitely got my hopes up. And I love the book. But in the end, I don't like the movie. I wasn't expecting something worthy of awards and critical acclaim, but I was expecting something more.

I think the reason I can say I didn't like the movie and not something more along the lines of, "I enjoyed it despite its problems," is because of how many issues I have with it. If it was just pacing, or just the cheesiness, or just an actor I think I would have liked it. But I pretty constantly went, "Oh, I don't like that." And the issues just kept stacking.

Going into it, I knew the main differences from the book were the lack of June and the fact Ellen and Oscar weren't divorced. And I think those two huge elements that play a part in Alex's character are really apparent in the movie. I thought Alex was kind of flat. I thought a lot of the characters were kind of flat. And this one is going to piss a lot of people off, but I didn't like Nicholas Galitzine's acting at all. I think the moment the movie went from enjoyably bad to bad bad for me is the last third where it's from Henry's perspective. The scene where he started browsing the books in the red room like that was particularly awkward and stilted. A lot of his scenes felt like that, like he was acting for a play or something. It wasn’t realistic. Since he’s a main character, it really did affect my opinion of the movie as a whole. 

Amy and Zarah were amazing. And Stephen Fry as the King did a great job. Taylor Zakhar Perez’s acting was on point, most of the time. I think some of my favorite scenes were Alex interacting with his mom, Zarah, Amy, and Nora at the beginning of the movie. Also, I fucking loved Nora. I wish she had been in the movie more, and also explicitly bisexual. And Pez. I just really wanted Nora/June/Pez, but I digress, not having that is not what made the movie unenjoyable for me.

I tried not to compare it to the book as a way to determine how good or bad it was. Like, when I heard June wasn't a character, I didn't immediately go, "Well, that means it going to be bad." But one of the great things about the book is the way all the characters interact with each other, not just Alex and Henry. We get to see what kind of relationship Alex and June have with their mom as their mom and as the president. We get to see the White House Trio be goofy but genius young adults figuring themselves out. Those were the moments that flesh the characters out and make you care about them. And there just really wasn’t very much of that in the movie.

The R rating made me happy, for one, because Alex says “fuck” so much in the books. His potty mouth is commented on. It is part of his character. It’s such an easy way to portray this very genuine and good character as someone who is still brash and a bit of an asshole. I had also hoped that the rating would help it feel like the book (says the person desperately trying not to compare it to the book). It is supposed to be sexy and fun on top of being unapologetically queer. But on the flip side, that was such a PG-13 movie and I have a feeling whoever decides the rating of movies was being homophobic. Because a gay sex scene is more “inappropriate” than a straight one. I also associate a level of maturity with R-rated movies, not because of more mature content but because the people consuming the movie and the movie itself should appeal to a more mature audience. If that makes sense. But it felt like a Hallmark and Disney’s ever so slightly more raunchy lovechild. 

The pacing immediately took me out of the movie. It was like watching a movie on 2x speed. I totally get why so many people thought it should be a mini-series or something. And I know they couldn't fit all 400 pages into a movie, but there have been adaptations before that do a solid job. I don't think RWRB did. I feel like Alex’s character development was flat and a bit magical—unnatural and unearned. Like, Henry apologizes and suddenly they are BFFs.

AND THE EMAILS. That’s what the whole ending conflict and it felt very much forgotten. We got the text messages and stuff, but when it came to the emails, it was just voiceovers. I think, like in the book where Alex thinks about private email servers (which is like my favorite joke in the book, it’s so layered in so many ways), there needed to be the equivalent of that in the movie before to bring attention to it. But this catalyst just kind of gets overlooked until it’s relevant.

And motherfucking Miguel Ramos. He felt like just a juvenile addition by being into Alex and being big bad because he’s into Alex. It was kind of icky in a way the book avoided. In the book, it was about politics, and while icky, they didn’t use a queer character to achieve the big conflict. His character, and really the whole progression, reminded me a lot of fanfiction written by a new writer. Like, the concept is good but the execution is what holds it back. 

Okay, so, I for sure have more things I disliked than things I liked, but I did appreciate the humor. It was the one part that 100% felt like the book. It was stupid and inappropriate, but witty and compelling. The direct quotes had me fangirling. Zarah, Amy, and Nora. Just ugh. I’m gay. Shaan? I also miss his sweet ass. 

I didn’t expect this movie to be perfect but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed. I’ll try watching it again when I’m not in hyperfixation mode. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

EDIT: Also, Alex confirmed their relationship in the speech BEFORE the talk with the king. Like, Sir King Stephen Fry, it's already out there, man. The speech was supposed to take place after their talk with Philip and the King.

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Fannish Fest February, day 1: My First Fandom

Prompt from @thepromptfoundry

I really have two first fandoms, that I initially got into right around the same time, and I don’t think it’s worth digging into the calendar month by month to confirm which preceded the other.

One was Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Cats. My local PBS station ran every filmed version available of a bunch of ALW musicals one day, and I liked Joseph, wasn’t really into Jesus Christ Superstar, but Cats just tickled my little child brain something special.

I learned the whole show, front to back, including a fair bit of the choreography. I didn’t write it down because I couldn’t really write at the time, but I was making up fic—not that I knew to call it that.

I still love the show with my whole heart, have been in a production, it’ll always be dear to me, but I was obsessed as a kid.

The other was Harry Potter.

My mom started reading the series first, cuz she was unwell and couldn’t do a lot more than read. Then, she read the first two books to me.

Then we started getting me the audiobooks read by Jim Dale, and I really ought to find a fan mail address for him and send a thank you letter because that man taught me how to read.

I’m dyslexic and learning to read was a struggle for me, but long before I was diagnosed I learned to read by reading along over and over to the first few Harry Potter books. And, come to think of it, I’m not sure but I think my mom’s original copies must have been British editions because I picked up some British terminology and spellings that I’m pretty sure the original American releases localized.

As the series went on, I grew up with it, and was introduced to the concept of fannish community through it. My first written fanfic and my first published fanfic were for HP—that first published one is no longer up, and thinking back on it I cringe, but there’s also a fondness there for my unabashed unashamed enthusiasm and the real fun I had with that obvious self insert OC.

I learned media analysis and began honing my own story instincts, sitting down with my mom with those fan theory and prediction books that used to come out between HP book releases. We’d talk through the theories in those books, discuss their merits, how likely we thought they were based on the narrative trajectory so far. There’s a few things I called years before they were revealed, and in a couple cases, before me or my mom had seen anyone else in the fandom speculate about them.

That process, starting from when I was quite young, undoubtedly contributed to molding my brain into the story machine it is now and pointed me to my career and my calling as a writer.

I went from younger than the main cast, to their age, to older than them. Now I’m closer in age to Remus and Sirius. And, not entirely unlike them, I’ve had this dear part of my growing up cut off and the associations with it tainted by a betrayal from someone I respected and trusted.

That may sound overdramatic, and yeah yeah “it’s just a book,” but the sense of betrayal and loss is real.

There’s a line that I wrote in a fic a while back, where Remus is talking about finding a happy memory to cast a patronus, and the fact that all the memories he has for that are painful now, they’re bittersweet at best, because of the loss and betrayal that have come since. But regardless of all of that, they will always have been happy moments when he lived them, and that’s what he has to remember.

That’s kinda how I feel about the Harry Potter fandom now. It will always have been what it was to me, and no one can take that away.

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we don't talk much but i really love it when i see u on my dash ^_^ the way u speak is so light and whimsical and airy idk its so pleasant to read and i think smtimes i wanna embody that too. i'm not super into enstars anymore but i like reading your analyses and stuff theyre super interesting!!!

Ah, thank you〜! We probably don’t talk much because of my shyness as much as it is a dual effort but to exist under the same sky is so nice. Funnily enough, I have had so, so, so many people comment on the way I speak and the weird stuff I say (my boyfriend & Noelle have said I just “say things” sometimes & the church seems to think my thought processes in general are unreasonable LOL but I think it’s in a cute way at least. I hope?) on various separate occasions and the way it’s worded always fascinates me since it’s always a little bit different. I don’t mind & kind of even like it, I’m used to being observed and commented on.

I once made a tweet about it stating “My friends & lover tend to be witnesses to my, quote, shakespearean demeanour｡｡｡my form of speech has been commented on by others, referred to as "whimsical", even. My boyfriend frequently likes to point out how weird I am too, lovingly I presume.” I have screenshots of a few instances saved though there have been very many. Why? It simply amuses me! Being perceived appears to have it’s perks.

But, enough of that! I am so touched you’d say that I’m pleasant to read｡｡｡I’m someone who thinks a little too deeply about everything in the world, not just the things he likes, but I am prone to being pretentious in that regard (and very much proud, I shall say! Despite my occasional, negative form of self consciousness at the fact.) I’ve been forcing my mutuals to learn about the things I like this way for years like second-hand smoke and since ansta is my big interest now that I’m older even more so hahaha ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ I think I’ve never shut up in the past four years about anything, though, especially as I learn to become less unashamed about the things I love. It’s okay if you don’t ansuta as hard as I do anymore, after all, our feelings for things can be so fleeting, I’m happy to have your company as is.

I don’t like to call them analysis directly, typically, because I don’t like to seem too full of myself or try-hard or fake-deep, but when other people do so it makes me happy in a way, to know my observations are appreciated and seen as interesting and even novel at times (I get so excited or otherwise feel a lot when others point out things I haven’t noticed, so to think I can make others feel the same—!), or at least just nice to read about in the way I put them. I’ve had cases where I have a belief but someone is able to put it into words so well and even add to it and it’s like… wow… kyah. But anyway, it used to be an insecurity, as someone who fears coming off like this:

Speaking of, I’ve kept them mostly to twitter nowadays whether in small or big doses (partly due to my compulsions that kept me away from blogging for a bit, that was a really sad time 🥲) since the exposure of my mind to the masses has become addictive to me, but I’m so happy you’re here and still enjoy them. I’ve even had crazy long letter exchanges in the form of long screenshots of thoughts back and forth with likeminded people and it’s like, omg. It’s probably not healthy to be that hooked so I’ve been trying to reel myself back into the tumblr sphere where it is more for my own sake than anything, but it’s so fun to engage in discussions about anything ever, really!

My friends tell me things like saying I’m well spoken and other nice things I have forgotten yet definitely internalized and it brings a kind of euphoria I can’t explain because it’s something I can’t Help I love that everything in the world means so much to me and I love art and everything in the universe basically except for the things I hate and that hurt me badly and sometimes the things I truly love wound me and that’s fine too. I try my best to convey my feelings because honestly, I don’t necessarily even think in words. It’s more vague abstract feelings and concepts that I have to try to string together 🥹 so to do so successfully makes me happy. SORRY FOR RAMBLING ON SO MUCH ABOUT, well, myself! I don’t mean to be self-absorbed, but aren’t we all living inside our heads? That’s where our brain is.

I think the most important part is to be yourself unapologetically｡｡｡being light and whimsical to mee is fun and comes naturally ♪ sometimes I wish I was just like the sun, and hope I won’t burn anyone. I don’t play these things up or anything. It’s an earnest portrayal, despite the more grotesque aspects I keep hidden. Anyone can embody what they would like to and become their best/most preferred self, if they try, I’m sure! Though it is hard to be so malleable. I want to be truer to myself and better every day｡｡｡there’s also the aspect of, as my best friend Kris said, a few minutes ago, the way the self wills itself to be. I’ve worked hard to shape myself and be comfortable with it, and I’m happy to be loved for it. Thank you to anyone who read.

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6. It’s having so much to prove that’s gotten me here. I’ve got to act confident and be confident, it’s got to be part of an idea. I’ve got to think about functioning the way I think about living in all other ways- with the faith I have in those arenas, about my ability to do normal things in a way that says “let me show you about the good that exists in the world and cares about you personally because you’re worth it/deserve it, if not because I like you, in which case, let me show you how I’ll give you everything I’ve ever got forever for free with nothing except kindness asked in return, if that”. And I’ve got to do it alone in the house with myself, all my life. I behave that way around people with the faith someone will notice, will be heartwarmed in a genuine way, will believe me about that being who I actually am with no tricks attached. At home, I’m gonna have to pretend like the universe is watching, that the universe and all its inhabitants are one, or something like that. I’m going to have to wrangle myself into a belief held with some kind of forced genuineness that the universe will see me functioning and think to itself “now that’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen, impressive and worth rewarding at some point in this person’s life”. When of course it doesn’t and won’t. When nobody cares about the struggle and only want to clap for images of beauty and understood things that fit their unquestioned ready-held templates for both. Maybe it’s one of those things where I have to tell people what you believe and can’t wait or coax them into eventual belief. To do the idea-version of going to their house, ringing their doorbell, and presenting them with a complete science fair fold out poster presentation board explaining simple obvious things one tiny tiny piece at a time, as small of pieces as I can get things into, and make them not only look right and science-article-backed, but feel right, according to what kinds of things tend to feel right to whoever they are I’m on the front porch of the house/apartment of. To do this without being asked or invited and even after being gently warned off. I think. To show them: look, my “putting it into practice” needs practice in terms of not looking rough-draft-like or cheap or easy, but my method is solid, my underlying ideas are absolutely there, they’re all there. I’m gonna have to have “look, your way sucks, my way is better” type of confidence. The way I have in other arenas of my life. My way is the anti-waste, nerdiness-loving, proud (or at least unashamed, and unstoppable in being one even if I was ashamed) intellectual (academic, primary resources hoarder, passionate idea-hoarder, idea memorizer, idea stress-tester (stress-tested out of respect for their creators and not disrespect towards them), idea lover), value in the free or almost free, gold from the worst plant-root-resistant, mineral-less, dry, powdery, unsaveable waste dirt you find anywhere at all, or in the badlands of South Dakota, or in the dirt bike track meet sites, or on cursed land. That is, material anywhere, being worth gold. In the right hands. My way is the built to last and built to not harm the planet way. The non-brand-name, dumpster diving, Craigslist free section plus an old pickup truck equaling almost everything I need, gardening food and tea and medicine and herbs in small apartments, way. DIY, shopped locally, real-artist-bought art directly from the artists, wearing shoes and clothes until I can’t anymore, way. Why is that the best way? I just know it is, I lack the confidence I need to live as a functional adult that way though. That way looks so dysfunctional and holier-than-thou and “for show”, even. Or compensating for emotional problems with do-gooder-living. Or like I’m a weak person, in body and spirit, generic in my weakness and limpness. This is a consumerist shallow setting I will always live inside of, period, and I must work with it to communicate with it. I have to trust that people will see past the ethos and differences in living styles and see me instead. To see…

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12/19/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription part 3

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Hi everyone it's Christy in Kentucky I wanted to pray for some of our Brothers and Sisters in Christ. father we love you we praise you and Lord we are lifting up a long list of Brothers and Sisters in Christ, that dawn has brought to us Lord that either have just started their journey and have accepted you as Lord and Savior or there's been seeds planted, Lord we pray that people will come behind them Father, water the seeds that have been planted. and for those who have not quite made that commitment. Lord Jesus, we pray for them Lord that they will open their hearts to hear the gospel, and to know how much you love them and for them to receive you as Lord and savior. Father, we pray for Emmy Lord and Illinois. Father, we thank you so much and that her baby is okay. Lord thank you for touching and healing this child, and now father we are asking that you touch and heal this marriage. Father, we also pray for unashamed Mom as she has received this diagnosis of cancer. Lord you are our healer father you are our Miracle working God, and so father, in these days as she waits for the results of this biopsy, I pray that you will hold her close father, let her feel your presence Lord Jesus. and we ask that you heal her father completely. restore her back to perfect health we pray. and we love you so much and we thank you Father for having the ability to come and to sit at your feet. We praise you In Jesus name, amen. All right everyone I love you guys Merry Christmas have a beautiful blessed day and I am thrilled with Victoria Soldier again, wherever she's been in her absence you have been there with her and well we've missed her. Lord, you have been there to keep her company and get her through whatever life has had going on. Lord, I also thank you for our newest member spoken in the vine in Indiana. Lord let us scooch over around this campfire and make room for him. Will show yourself true to him and that his desire will always be for you and to have it become where it just is all of you that he's not just more but all of you that you desires. and Lord I Thank you for this platform I think you for the relationships that it has forged and created and friendships and families and I thank you for the following of Brian and Jill and China and Zeke and the rest of the group. I've seen behind the scenes family and Lily just ask is we go forward and they bring us this beta version that you be in it Lord. that you work all things out so that it is a smooth transition. and Lord we just look forward to and even better can't fire experience Lord. I Thank you. I praise you as you are with each and every person as we go through this crazy insane weeks it's coming. help us stay focused on you. 

hey my precious DABC fam, this is Kingdom seeker Daniel. lady Jill I am taking my work cap off as I speak in salute to you as I'm sitting here waiting for this truck to vacate this dock, so I can move my truck in. I just finished listening to you pray on the 18th and my goodness thank you for just letting the Holy Spirit lead you even in the words that you prayed about not forgetting the darkness that God has rescued us from. and as I'm just sitting here pondering that thought oh my goodness I'm so grateful. Hallelujah bless your Holy Name Jesus. I'm so grateful for the darkness that he rescued me from, oh my Lord, and so I just wanted to offer a word of encouragement to the mom who didn't leave a name but a little while back you called in about moving away to Colorado and feeling guilty because you're moving away from your son who's battling homosexuality, and let me just first say you don't need to feel guilty for moving where God is leading you but finally, please know your father is at work and your son's life and heart despite of what it looks like. I'm a living witness. He can rescue him, you be encouraged mom. 

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Implication only dawned me after I typed this out. I think it’s good to be a sliver pathetic, though. (Better pathos than apathos? I don’t mean in an obsequious sense. Everyone is pathetic. But to embrace this facet of self. Maybe we’re moving toward the late 16th century definition.) The world sings to you this way. You won’t find anybody closer to the earth than a worm.

It’s vast and nutritious down here. I’m hermaphroditic. There’s buddies. I’m not afraid of the asphalt or whatever made it. I am complex enough to love the rain on my skin, and I can’t drown. Some people like me very much. What more could you want?

You may get impaled. Fish may suck on you. You will be draped over the top of a stick and swung through the air. But you will also be in a compost, feasting, and someone will be listening for your popping with a smile on their face (which would be beautiful if you knew what a face or a smile was—but they understand your joy through your sound, and you understand their joy through their rich alimentary offerings). What I mean is, I believe that thinning your pride is essential to thinning the barrier between yourself and the world, to unify with an ecosystem, to stop feeling like a stranger in your own skin. You need to bring the feeling with you of standing in the forest and looking up at trees older than yourself. That awe, profound enough to stop walking and speak to the world around you. This is a message to myself. But the word for world is…

Whether to be proudly pathetic, or to erase the notion from your mind, both ask that you unashame of the space you take up. I’m not being serious about being pathetic, but about being serious about being pathetic. I think actually being pathetic prerequisites a sort of desperate shame about your own existence (which is the same as embarrassment and fear of social judgement or failure. Most people have it, some just handle it more elegantly). But I think many of us are ashamed of shame itself, pathetithetic if you will, and I don’t know how else you’d learn than by just going for it. Fear of being pathetic is the same as being pathetic because you are pre-bending the knee to some invisible superior force, the weight of the fictional judgement of all of humanity maybe. I guess it’s about looking for what you think will make your life your own.

En passant: If you’ve never learned the mechanics of worm mating and then seen the act in situ I recommend looking into it. They’re among the most romantic animals

Mammals can only with their intricate minds dream to be free Of their obstructive bones And awarded a mucosal epidermis. Hydrophilic surface area capable of complete unifying contact Imagine your entire body as a tongue You’d be eating dirt too And you’d know what it was like to briefly share skin with your lover This is love our gnarled vertebrate bodies can never know

Disco elysium seems to have had an inverse effect on me to what I’m seeing from others; whilst playing the game I did not feel pathetic occupying HDB’s shoes, but post-disco I do think “I’m HDB’in right now” every time I’m doing some pathetic shit

[fishsticksloser]

Random Ghost HC

Warnings: fluff, he's also a military man who has killed people so...

A/N: I haven't played the game since I was 12 and want to get back into it, but I'm a broke bitch so please bear with me this is purely based off what I've seen. If you don't have anything nice to say, go away. If you have some of your own hc, please share I love reading them :) I'm not "making" him a softy, your likes and dislikes don't make you less manly.

Massive softy. He's like one of those super bulky, scary dudes who will do absolutely anything to see their s/o smile... That's just him

Even without the gear on, he's thicc with more C's than I want to put. He's very sturdy, strong (he's carrying at least 50lbs of equipment, but he's probably actually carrying 150lbs), and wide... Look at his shoulders.

Dog dude. Loves the "dangerous" breeds: German Shepherds, Pitbulls, Cane Corsos, ect. Will literally do anything for them.

Is actually younger than everyone thinks... (141 is about 30-40, except Price and Shepard of course, Gaz is at least 22) War and trauma can affect people in many ways.

Can recount how he got all of his scars and is unashamed of them, just nervous if people see them.

Likes to be alone, either reading or listening to music. Sometimes you can catch him bobbing his head to whatever's playing.

He keeps his room really clean, he claims it's because he's a man, but clean room = clear mind.

True emo, loves "old" emo music, but also enjoys alternative, rock, and Metallica (specifically Metallica)

Goes hiking/on a run when he's upset, it helps him clear his head.

He doesn't like yelling, at or from others. He thinks it's not how arguments or anything should be handled. He's yelled at his team on occasion because the messed up or something, but most of the he'll walk away and cool down.

Pretty big on communication. He's not good with staying how he feels, but he tries his best.

Big on showing he cares (acts of service and quality time). Comes home from a mission to his s/I and will wash dishes, cook, laundry, ect while he's home.

Isn't a fan of PDA, but will have his hands on you when you're alone. Almost always touching you; arms around your waist while cooking, spooning in bed, ect

Smacks your ass every chance he gets. It becomes a game, you have to constantly look over your shoulder to make sure your ass isn't unguarded.

I saw someone say that he's a little weird (they used him eating a lemon as an example but lemons are delicious so...) I think he's a fan of something considered childish whether it's Pokemon, Magic, ect. He loves it, but keeps it hidden.

Calls his s/o "darling," "baby," "love" also if you're married and take his last name, "Mr/Mrs. Riley" he loves the sound of it

Gamer. Another way for him to relax, prefers games like Stardew or Animal Crossing. Calming games. Competitive though... Will beat you at Mario Kart

So gentle. Touching you like your some sort of antique vase, except your ass-smaking game. Gentle with everything that has to do with you (sex kissing, dancing)

Don't tell anyone, but he's a huge romantic. Loves those moments where he can dance in the kitchen with you while you wait for dinner, making you a huge dinner dressing up even though your staying home, he always brings home flowers and your favorite snacks/drinks after a mission.

Doesn't like getting drunk. He doesn't like the feeling he gets or how he acts when he's drunk, but he doesn't mind drinking.

Loud noises are a no go, so no concerts. He already deals with loud noises during missions the last thing he wants is more, it stresses him out.

If you call him your husband (whether you're married or not) he's on the floor, he loves it. He also loves being called "babe," "baby," "honey"

[mynonclicheblog]

If you have ever thought about watching Lockwood & Co. on Netflix, even in passing, please do so! Right now! This is your sign, it's the perfect time!

I apologize for being the asshole who cross-tags, I swear it's not normally me. But hear me out, I mean this with my chest: if you're someone who enjoys the YA genre whatsoever - especially when it comes to ~a group of young people~ banding together to ~fight off supernatural threats~ - then Lockwood & Co is perfect for you! (see I'm doing you a favor, just trust me😂)

It's about ✨the unique characters, the found family, the mysteries, the worldbuilding, the slowburn, the vintage/modern aesthetic, the soundtrack, the cluttered kitchen coziness, the cinematography, the attention to detail, the layers and nuanced storytelling!!!✨ It's literally the most captivating YA-led show I've ever seen, and I'm a big fan of Stranger Things and Shadow & Bone.

It's the character work in Lockwood & Co that makes it stand out from the rest. The main trio fills the hole in my heart. They're so unique and flawed and SHAPED, and the way they interact/work together is like crack for your soul. It's ridiculous how addicting their dynamic is.

Let's see what Twitter has to say...

This show heavily features themes of finding a family and a reason to live & die because of the home you've found with each other. I promise that you will fall in love with these precious, broken kids as quickly as I did.

Brief character descriptions under the cut, cause you're already this far, so why not?

This is Lucy Carlyle! She is wildly talented, takes no shit, and has suffered a lot in her past but holds so, so much capacity for loving others. She is sassy, practical, empathetic, and grounding.

This is Anthony Lockwood, aka tumblr babygirl who uses a facade of confident swagger to mask the well of pain he harbors underneath. He is charismatic, ambitious, reckless, and soft hearted.

And this is George Karim. He is the MOST precious bean who is a brilliant researcher, though struggles sometimes with feeling out-of-step. He is sarcastic, excitable, unashamed, and dedicated.

At the end of the day - all I can say is sorry for the brief invasion into your tag, but also THANK YOU for your consideration in reading this, and thanks in advance for checking out Lockwood & Co 😉💖✨ I cannot emphasize enough how much you won't regret it!

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

You've Got The World in Your Eyes

I KNOW I HAVE A LOT OF REQUEST TO FILL I PROMISE THEY WILL BE IVE JUST BEEN SWAMPED, THESE LIL THINGS ARE THINGS I DO BEFORE I PASS OUT LMAO

That being said

Guys im so lonely and constantly afraid I'll never find a husband so these little things make me feel a little better desoite the fact that Arthur isn't real and I'll never have him, and I'd be INCREDIBLY lucky if I find someone whos even slightly like him.

Anywho

Have some more crumbs of our boy

WARNINGS: fluff arthur, femalre reader, drunken talking

Tags: @mrsarthurmorgan7 @photo1030 @kieropal @cantchoosejust1

You stared ahead, a smile crossing your face as the fire illuminated both you and everyone else sitting around the fire at Horseshoe Overlook.

You were far too drunk to really care if the person of your interest really caught onto your staring.

You couldn't tell anyone who asked just how much you'd drank.

In your defense Sean had dared you to drink more than him for his return party, and of course, with everyone in high spirits you'd agreed, and you were hardly able to say to anyone that you were sober.

So, you stared unabashidly, unashamed, at the man sitting across the fire from you, singing along with the rest of the gang, albeit not that well.

Yet that deep voice of his balanced out the lighter tones of Pearson and Sean, as well as Javier and Uncle.

Oh, what a man he was, that Arthur Morgan.

Attractive beyond what was reasonable, smart, too, with a good head on his shoulders, and strong, strong enough....well to put it frankly strong enough to do things to you that you wouldn't rightky say out loud to someone.

The firelight bounced against his jaw as he continued to sing along, to a now much sadder song that what the group had been singing before.

His face was littered with scars, most of them covered by that stubble that you'd come to love so much.

His eyes too.

A part of you, even drunk, hoped he'd look at you, so you could see those beautiful eyes of his.

They were blue, like the sky, but they had so many other colors in them it was hardly fair to say they matched the sky.

They were flecked with green, and almost gold near his iris's, and in normal circumstances you'd never admit that you'd paid that much attention to it.

But right now, you could only try to sit and figure out what to compare those eyes too.

They were sea green sometimes, and steely grey other times, but that blue is what shines through the most.

His eyes were so expressive too, you could see when he was worried or concerned, you could tell when he was happy, or angry, just by looking at his eyes, you didn't need th rest of his features to tell.

To you, those eyes held the universe, your universe, your world, in them.

Arthur finally turns his head to see you, and as he does, something within him seems to change.

Drunk as he is he doesn't feel much heat, not until he meets your eyes.

That smile plastered to your face sends butterflies through him, and all he can see is just how gorgeous and kind you are.

He's loved you for longer than he cares to admit, but he's never thought that you could feel the same, not until that moment.

He can't help but offer a tiny smirk back to you, and for a moment you see something in his eyes that you're not completely sure you've seen there before, and it's aimed at you.

It sends sparks throughout your body, it nearly sobers you right then and there.

That beautiful, unwavering, returning stare, of love.

[asholestone]

Asher furrowed his eyebrows when Fitzroy mentioned that he rarely saw anyone using magic. This surprised him, considering how many magic users lived in town. Then again, most of them seemed to prefer pretending they were ordinary, which was wild to Asher. After all, they lived in a town hidden from outside forces that wouldn’t be so kind to them if they were discovered. He hummed softly, watching his fingers sparkle, ready to release the energy in his hand. Looking back up at Fitzroy with a smile, he said, "Well, whenever you want to be dazzled, I'd be happy to provide the entertainment." He wiggled his fingers, causing the broom in the corner to start sweeping up the shop.

Asher chuckled. "I guess I am a softy, but I think the world could use a little more softness anyway." He leaned back on his hands, his eyes trailing after the broom to make sure it didn't go haywire. "Gandhi once said, 'Be the change you wish to see in the world,' so I guess I took that to heart." He watched Fitzroy as he answered his question about a job, his hand pushing back his hair before returning his gaze to Asher. Fitzroy seemed a bit apprehensive, maybe about the answer or possibly Asher’s reaction. "As long as you use that privilege for good, then being an heir sounds like a good gig. Are you the heir to an oil fortune or imported goods or what?"

A mischievous gleam sparked in Asher’s eyes as Fitzroy asked question after question about his sexuality. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on his knees and smirked at Fitzroy. "Fitzroy Duncombe, are you asking if I fuck?" He let out a laugh. "Just to satisfy your curiosity, yes, I do. But again, it's all about the connection I have with someone. I don't just look at someone and want to have sex with them. I can recognize when someone is attractive, but I don't feel any sexual desire for them." Asher paused, considering how to articulate his thoughts, unashamed of the discussion. It was simply how things were for him. "I know I'm demi because I need that connection." He tilted his head, offering Fitzroy a small smile. "How did you know you liked boys? Or girls? I bet you just did."

He sighed, shrugging casually. "For years, I thought something was wrong with me. My peers would gush about others and wanting to do things with them, but I never felt that. So, like any kid my age, I Googled it. I thought I was something else for a long time, but then I met someone in college, and we were really close." Asher’s expression softened with a wistful smile. "They were the first person I ever wanted to kiss, and when we did, my world changed. I dove deeper into it, trying to figure myself out because that's what humans do, you know? Humans love labels, and I wanted a label." Asher shrugged. "I stumbled upon 'demisexual,' and when I read about it, it just fit. I felt seen, like, wow, this is normal." He looked at Fitzroy, full of confidence and without a hint of shame. "But sexuality is a spectrum, so who knows what I'll label myself in twenty years. There might be even more labels by then. Who knows?"

Asher nodded encouragingly as Fitz explained the song he had been working on. As Fitzroy began to play, Asher watched the way his confidence seemed to grow, taking over him completely as he got lost in the music, almost as if Asher wasn't even there. This was why Asher loved live performances and working with indie bands. He could tell when someone was in it just for the money, and he knew he wanted to work with people who were in it purely for the music.

Asher's gaze focused on Fitzroy's fingers as they moved deftly across the strings on the neck of the guitar. He listened to Fitzroy’s voice and felt the connection he seemed to have with the song. The magic inside Asher buzzed under his skin, a physical reaction to the emotion in the music. Without realizing it, Asher began to levitate, his body floating a few inches off the counter.

The music stopped abruptly, and Asher crashed back down onto the counter with a startled "Ow!" He let out a laugh, jumping down and rubbing his backside. Grinning at Fitzroy, he said, "That’s a neat song. I can feel how deeply connected you are to it." He leaned against the counter this time, a playful glint in his eyes. "Wanna dive into why you feel that way, or should we move on?"

"You'd think so, but it's actually pretty rare I see any of you work magic," he reflected. "Real magic, anyway." Fitzroy had been to plenty of magic shows, which were just humans mimicking whatever they saw and only a shadow of what could truly be achieved. "I haven't seen even the boring, mundane things too often." He shrugged. Why the people of Raven's Peak liked to play as if they were regular, everyday folk without anything special to them, Fitzroy didn't know. Of course he would be impressed-- he'd never be able to do it himself.

"Oh, right," Fitz nodded. So, bit younger than himself. Made sense then, why they hadn't exactly paled around so much one-on-one. Not that he couldn't find common interests with anyone younger, they weren't even that far apart, it was just naturally... sometimes people circled around those they would get paired up with, usually those your own age. "Aw," he smiled some, "so you're a softy." That was endearing, to see that Asher cared about Banks. Brothers or not, not all family cared about each other the way they should. "Ah-- no." Fitzroy combed some hair back from his face and shrugged. "Unless you count 'heir' as a profession, I live a privileged life." He was only saying the obvious. While he wasn't necessarily ashamed of his trust fund baby status, the Brit knew that there were others out there not impressed or happy with folks like him. Because it wasn't anything he earned (or, they'd assume, appreciated), he merely lucked into the family lottery.

Whatever was going on upstairs, he would take Asher's word for it that things were fine. Kai's life was Kai's life, far as Fitz knew, he'd never been the man's keeper.

"Demisexual," the human repeated, a bit confused, as he wasn't very familiar with the term. "But you can love someone?" Fitzroy adjusted his arm, so he might grab his phone and check into the term itself right then and there. "And you can be attracted?" His gaze shifted up briefly as he questioned frankly, "Aroused?" The curiosity got the better of him, despite knowing it probably wasn't appropriate to pry so much. "Of course, you don't have to answer that," he murmured politely, reading through the definition of 'demisexual' on the phone. "So.. basically.. looks and intimacy don't necessarily matter to you? It's about the connection," he assumed. That's how Google made it sound, anyway. "Interesting." Fitzroy pocketed his phone. This was the first time someone had labeled themselves like that to him. "It's remarkable," he mused, "all the ways we can label ourselves." He still offered the other man a faint look of uncertainty. "How do you know you're demiseuxal, if you've never been in love?" Truly, he just wanted to understand the way Asher had come to this. "I think there are people who have no interest in this whatsoever.. if you've never been in love, maybe it's because you don't care for it?"

His parents would be ashamed, that he was over here prying into this poor guy's life. But, Fitzroy figured since Asher offered the information unprompted, then surely he wouldn't mind a few questions on it? He'd stop prying, if the other asked him to.

At least Asher hadn't seemed too broken up over the Celine thing. "You'll probably recognize it, mate-- one all over the radio right now." Normally, he might have done with something a bit older or even 80s, because those were classics he rather enjoyed. But lately, this one Fitzroy had connected with. Certain bits of it, anyway. And he only planned to go over the parts that did. The rest of it was about some girl and well, none of that mattered. Clearing his throat, he focused down at the chords and started up, though his version was a bit slower, "Ooooh oh," just to drop in on the parts of it that resonated for him most, "please.. don't.. take.. I found my mind, I'm feelin' sane, it's been a while but I'm finding my faith.." His accent fell away some with the strength of voice Fitzroy possessed, which he sounded confident in. "If everything's good and it's going great, why do I sit and wait 'til it's gone? Oh I'll tell ya I know I've got enough, I've got peace and I've got love, but I'm up at night thinkin' I just might lose it all.." Here the strums suddenly got louder, as did his voice, the more he got into it. "Please -- stay -- I want you, I need you, oh god, dont -- take -- these beautiful things that I've got," Fitz put in a couple of those ooh'ohs here, the crescendo lessening to a softer sound as he finished the last please -- stay -- I want you, I need you, oh god. A few more chords that eventually died off, his fingers coming to lay across them to cut the down suddenly.

Fitz shrugged, actually feeling his face a bit hot all of a sudden even though he forced himself to meet Asher's eye like that wasn't a thing. There was always some kind of nerves when playing in front of anyone. Adrenaline. "It's a neat song."

[radnewspaperroom]

Solomon observation for lesson 11

I'm gonna do a read more in case some of you haven't yet, but make sure you block the different spoiler tags in your settings to avoid spoilers in the future, ok?

I find Solomon's whole interaction with Belphie to be mind boggling. Solomon has always been the kind to playfully act ignorant of jabs at him and blame for situations that he outright causes and brings about.

During S4, he helps Belphie and Satan with a prank that actually causes Lucifer to be bound to Solomon and Mephistopheles. But plays innocent at first.

Here we see him unashamed, correcting the blame and being willing to be public enemy number 1. A good mirror to Mammon's odd blame taking during the Cerberus excursion. Mammon is known for abandoning MC to his brothers wrath of him, and using them as a shield for balme (the custard) but he steps up and tells the truth about who got everyone to go to the castle

And, did anyone else get a little freaked out and think "we're about to see Solomon do something with his full chest? Like actually put forth a great deal of effort into fucking the boys up....if need be?"

We've never seen Solomon truly angry before. Peeved off maybe, but full on wrath/anger/rage? Not yet. Still haven't I don't believe. But he's made it Crystal clear he is feeling things that aren't just neutrality and mischievousness.

But I worry he's doing his regression arc. He's treating demons like ticking time bombs, which is fair on one hand. But he's removed himself in a way that kinda makes me think he's a hypocrite. Like he's better than them because he's not a demon.

He automatically assumes the worst about the lot, instead of just taking it out on Belphie for attacking MC. He claims they're ganging up on MC and takes offense to it.

He still sees them as "other" than himself, and always keeps how to deal with them specifically in mind. Always keeping them at arms length. Never fully allowing anyone to get close and Allow himself to be vulnerable.

And not just with the brothers, but with MC too.

How much do we (MCs) know about Solomon?

1. He can't grow old or die from sickness, but he is killable.

2. He's ancient. Far older than he claims he can remember.

3. He's had a pact with Barbatos for centuries.

4. He's a scientist/alchemist at heart. The sentence: "for science!" Was basically made for fuckers like him.

5. He claims ignorance to sarcasm, taking people's insults as compliments.

6. He can't cook and He accidentally even makes potions when cooking. (Swear I think it's cause he's immortal. He's 'for science'd his way into the kitchen and developed a fucked up sense of taste)

7. He's known 13 just a bit longer than Barbatos, or so it seems currently.

8. He's got a one track mind. Once he's got an experiment going, good luck getting his attention till he's done.

9. He's traveled through time before.

10. He likes to keep secrets. Even from MC about seemingly the most trivial things.

11. He sees demons as puppets and tools to be used, not really friends to be close with. He started to change that in the OG, but again, I'm worried this is regression era, where he's gonna slide back into old habbits.

I also worry it's a bit of jealousy making him act out. This is the most time since MC was stuck in the human world with no teleportation magic that he's gotten to spend with them.

He's gotten to live with them at Cocytus Hall, eat dinner every night with them. Go shopping. He's getting that newly wed experience the brothers have got since day 1.

Once the brothers accept MC as human, that'll come to a crash and burn. Simeon and Luke will go back to the celestial realm and MC's room will be open for them to go to (return to) and his honeymoon phase will be over as the newly infatuated brothers aren't gonna be keen on sharing their new love with him. It'll be just like present day

I said it in a different post, but Solomon has got issues, when it comes to having faith in someone other than himself.

He doesn't trust Asmo or Barbatos 100% cause they're demons, and he doesn't trust MC blindly yet, despite or perhaps because both of them are human.

He's constantly thinking about the next move, or 20 potential ones in any situation and calculating how to Speedrun the best outcome. And to be a scientist about it, he can't let feelings sway his ultimate decision.

He's got a staggering inability to just say "I trust you", take a backsest or to trust MC's judgement. He wouldn't be able to answer MC if they asked him to trust them over the grimmore thing.

If you choose the "I'll follow your lead" option before meeting Lucifer, he says this...

Solomon doesn't have faith in anyone but himself, and seeing MC's faith in him is enough to make him be vocal about it. Like he's honestly surprised his apprentice and romantic partner trusts him fully.

If there's something MC has buckets of: it's moxie and faith, and god damn if that ain't one hell of a combination.