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Tiny Tim is driving me up the wall so badly by loudly clawing at the metal grate on the laundry room door that I'm seriously considering dropping a big chunk of my upcoming tax return on one of these
Even if he COULD get his claws in between these slats (and the way they're shaped, I doubt it) the wooden door wouldn't make nearly as much noise being jostled as the hollow door we have now and its screwed-on metal vents
Cats cost money in unexpected ways
#i have tried training him out of this habit but he's very stubborn#i can't just ignore it because it's so loud when he shakes the door i get angry texts from the people upstairs#i have to do something about it T__T#idk if i can afford to replace both this door and my rotten countertop... but i gotta try to find a way...#mod post#cats#tiny tim the cat#the anti worm#financial stuff#home repair
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his! if possible, iâll request cole cassidy x reader whoâs apart of Talon? thank you so muchhh! and no pressure, if you canât complete it thatâs alright!
You never specified the tone of the fic  đ đ đ
Cole Cassidy x Male!reader
Cole took a deep breath as he clutched his broken robotic arm, trying desperately to ignore the searing pain coursing through the attachment nerves.
His breathing became labored as sweat dripped down his forehead, mixing with the dust kicked up from the explosion that went off in the building. His communication device was broken as well. He couldn't call for the others.
Cole grunts as he attempts to stand, but is stopped as pain shoots through his leg. The pain felt like a thousand needles piercing his flesh, making it hard for him to think straight. He tried to get up again, but his wounded leg gave way underneath him. He looks around and finds Peacemaker, grabbing it.
After a few moments of silence, trying to come up with some sort of plan, he hears a groan a few yards away. Cole quickly turned his head in its direction, his breath catching in his throat.
In an awful way, Cole wished you had died in the explosion instead of having to face you himself. Killing his childhood best friend wasn't something he ever wanted to do.
You were still kicking. Talon's agents always had a nasty habit of not staying dead. Your face was contorted into a grimace as you pulled yourself out of the rubble, Talon armor cracked and tearing into your skin. After a few feet of crawling, Cassidy noticed the loss of your right leg. Despite that, you seemed hell bound on completing your mission.
Stubborn, just as you were in Deadlock.
You halted your movement towards him and met his gaze. Both of you stared at one another in silence. Eyes locked onto each other like two predators who knew each other's moves all too well. A soft wind blew through the broken concrete of the former building, rustling dust around them. No one spoke a word, but the tension was palpable.
Memories flooded back to Cole - warm summer nights spent under Texas skies, holding you close and feeling your laughter vibrate through him whenever he planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. As he looked at his gun, he remembered those moments fondly before tightening his grip on it.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange hue over the landscape as the sky turned dark blue above.
Your eyes darted around, spotting your revolver lying nearby, its cold metal reflecting the dying sunlight. He also spotted the familiar gun, not believing that you kept it after all this time. Cole watched you look at it and then back at him, his heart racing wildly as he realized what might happen next. The weapon lay there like a temptress calling for attention.
"You...had it engraved for me?"
"Consider it a parting gift, darlin'"
You slowly started reaching for the weapon, fingers curling slightly as if to caress it.
Cole swung his arm, pointing his gun directly at you without even thinking about it. This action froze you mid-reach, leaving you staring at him with an unreadable expression.
"Don't shoot me out of panic," you said in a unnervingly calm voice, though whether it was meant as a taunt or genuine plea, Cole couldn't discern.
Cole ground his teeth together, searching for the right words to say without lowering his guard. He kept his sights trained on you, never breaking eye contact even for a moment.
Before Cole could find his voice, you began speaking calmly once more, "Humans need conflict; it's out of love that I want society to grow stronger." Your cold eyes pierce through his very being.
"Talon will strengthen humanity."
He watched as you started reaching for the pistol again, his grip on Peacemaker tightening further.
The world seemed distant to Cole as the sounds of your voice filled his mind, echoing with justifications and explanations for why you ended up here. His ears rang with the weight of your words, making everything else feel far away as you continued your 'speech'.
You truly believed Talon was helping the world.
"Please⌠darlin', don't make me do this," Cole whispered desperately under his breath, his voice cracking as he fought tears.
Silence reigned once more as the cool evening breeze danced around them, lifting dust devils into the air. The moon crested the horizon, bathing them in pale light.
"My heart and actions are utterly unclouded," you said softly, almost sadly. Then suddenly, you lunged for the pistol, grasping it firmly before leveling it at Cole.
The click of an empty chamber echoed in the quiet desert air, followed almost instantaneously by the sharp retort of a single gunshot.
#jesse mccree#jesse mccree x reader#cole cassidy#cole cassidy x reader#cole cassidy x you#male!reader#male reader#overwatch 2 x reader#overwatch x you#overwatch x reader#overwatch 2#angst#angst no comfort#angst no happy ending#open ending#whump#whump writing#i love being evil
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Guy Gardner: Green Lantern!
Finally finished my redesign and ref sheet for this guy !!
I'm leaving the PL design cuz it slaps and also it's funny and I wanna make it canon that he got that ring at some point and had to deal with that for awhile. (he made it work. had fun)
he had an experience once with a red ring and he hated every minute of it. he's always running from it.
Anyways, he gives me cowboy and punk vibes.
miscellaneous info: (sorry if anything sounds repetitive)
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Had a terrible upbringing, was not the favored child, often told he was a disgrace and compared often to his brother, really messed with his mental health and self perception.
Rebelled a lot in spite of his father. mother did nothing to help him, only one good point in high eyes is that at least she didn't hurt him. He doesn't have a great relationship with his family and has a bit of loathing towards his brother He has since become estranged from his family by choice.
Further rebellion lead to him living a more punk life, going against his father, a cop. He's living how he feels comfortable and free without the expectations from his family. Anything that would get a rise out of his dad? Oh, he's gonna do it. He's grown out of it, but sometimes the habits die hard Hard to give up, hard to move on.
Guy struggled to keep a job for years, finding and taking whatever he could. The last job he had before he was found by Abin Sur's ring was as a teacher for a local school. He was about to be fired and needed a new job anyway. He was happy to take it and escape his earth life for a little while. A further rebellion against his family, he'll claim, but really it was an escape from his miserable life at the time.
As a result of his constant search for a job, he's gained a lot of experience and knowledge with a wide array of things, such as swimming, coaching, cooking, mechanics, engineering, mending, dancing-- He's not a professional at any of these, he's quite rusty with some of them, but he's still very capable if these skills are ever needed.
With the ring, Guy finally found a job that he was good at, successful. It was one he didn't fumble catastrophically. He loves the GL corps and will do whatever he can to keep it, it's a place he feels accepted and liked. even if his personality and attitude may be a little hard to digest and tolerate for some. He's very passionate and cares a lot despite how stubborn and brash he may act.
The GL corps is really all Guy has. He puts a lot of his devotion into it. it's the only consistently positive things in his life. It's the one thing he would never run from. He would honestly defend the corps with his life, taking the oath to heart. His word is his bond and he values it.
Often gets into fights, is usually the one who starts it whether he intended to or not. He does finish them, at least.... well. If possible, he tries to. Albeit.. not in the best of ways. He still has a lot to learn.
Guy overcompensates his fears and worries, his anxieties with an overconfident and boastful, loud and abrasive attitude. His more vulnerable side is one that less than 5 people have ever seen and know of. He'd rather people see him as a dirtbag than as any less than a man. His dad instilled a lot of negativity towards himself from a young age. Feeling inferior. Anything goes wrong? Guy is bottling that up and taking it out on training dummies and letting it out in his room with a drink or two.
#my art#phone art#guy gardner#green lantern#pink lantern#star sapphire#ask to tag#//long post#-makes him look insufferable- -makes him actually very complex and interesting without taking away a lot of what compelled me to like him-#hi anyways. here's my Guy. I hope you guys like him like I do
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Can we see more of Krauser please? You write him so well! đŤ Maybe some hc's about him and his s/o? Can be fluff and or smut.
Hope you have a great day! đĽş
â Ë・âਠN o t e ŕ§â Ë・â Sure anon! I'm glad you like how I write him 𼺠I made both SFW and NSFW ones. And my day is great, thank you! I hope you have a great day too. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated because your feedback is important to me. Enjoy!
His s/o is probably one of the few beautiful things in his life. Literally, he puts them on a pedestal, and he makes sure you won't forget how special you are to him.
Jack will spoil you with compliments and all sorts of riches, just to make you feel appreciated and happy.
Sometimes he will murmur in his sleep or flinch because of the nightmares he has. All he needs is your gentle touch to wake up and see that he isn't in real danger. He falls back asleep immediately because he feels safe with you.
He likes to be the big spoon, but he won't say no if you want to switch.
Krauser smokes a lot, about one pack a day if not more when he comes from a mission. You two argue sometimes about his unhealthy habit, but he is stubborn and won't listen. He will try to smoke less in your presence, though.
He loves his sister so much that he considers retiring just to spend more time with her.
He will teach you some knife tricks and some combat moves for your safety. He has a lot of patience with you, and training with him will be another bonding time.
His training routine is hard, and you almost fainted when you tried doing it too. Krauser got a little worried, and after that, he will adjust his training routine so you can join safely too.
He doesn't mind that you get a little clingy and follow him around. As I said, he loves your company, and you are like a breath of fresh air. His job gets ugly sometimes, and he is happy when he gets a warm welcome from you. It can be either a hug, a cuddling session, or just a warm meal; he'd appreciate everything you do for him.
During hugs, he likes when you hold him tight and he gets to bury his head in the crook of your neck. It makes him feel safe and valued.
When he doesn't return your calls or texts during his missions, you start to get worried. You're not delusional; you know that he is busy, but your mind can't stop thinking about the worst possible outcomes. What if he got shot? What if she is lying dead somewhere? There are a lot of "what ifs" that harm you, but you can't ignore them.
He does call you back when he is back to safety, and you are so happy to hear his voice that you almost cry.
No matter where he goes, he makes sure to get some cute souvenirs for you. From keychains to expensive jewelry, Krauser won't come empty-handed.
He prefers sex positions that include full-body contact, such as the missionary, the flat iron, or the lotus. He isn't very picky in bed, and if you want to try something new, he won't say no.
He likes sex toys but doesn't use them often. He likes to make you cum with his cock and fingers, not some plastic toy.
His cock is fairly above average and slightly thick, so he needs to warm you up really well before entering you.
He always compliments you during sex about how good your pussy/ass is, how cute you are when you sob, etc.
Has a size kink and a dacryphilia one, but it's more of a secret. You'll figure it out when he'll constantly hits your cervix so hard that you start tearing up, and at that moment, his cock will throb hard and his moans will get louder.
Your pleasure is his top priority.
He loves when you look into his eyes while blowing him. He loves how those big eyes of yours stare at him while your pretty mouth is full of his cock.
He loves cybersex. It can be sexting, or if he is alone, you can do it on video call too.Â
He secretly likes to be dominated. He sometimes gets a boner when you boss him around. He won't admit it tho.
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So ummm me and pookie bookie cookie poobie oobie woobie made this au typa thing with TF2 and kny SOOO :333
He most likely made a fusion of the breathing styles sound and sun breathing to make explosion breathing cus of his WILD demo and chemistry skills :3
He's probably a tsuchinoto or a hinoto, uses a saber to fight because his trusty possessed sword isn't scarlet crimson JUSTICR FOR MY BRO POSSESED SWORD đđ˝đđ˝đđ˝ probably fights mid rank demons (lower rank 4-higher rank 3)
Heavy DEFINITELY uses stone breathing he's very strong and efficient with his breathing style though it did take him a bit to learn :3
He's most likely a konoe due to his heavy steps and visibility to demons and uses a mono sword to fight (or maybe his OWN SCARLET IRON BULLET FILLED MACHINE GUN, KASHKA đđ˝đđ˝đđ˝)
LIGHTNING BREATHER LIGHTNING BREATHER OR MAYBE A MIX OF WIND AND LIGHTNING BREATHING?? LIKE JUST FOR THE SPEED Or most likely doesn't even use a breathing style because of how like stubborn he is
Definitely a mizunoe / Mizunoto because he's rude and just lets others do his job for him and just uses a plain katana or a scattergun (IF HE DOESN'T USE BREATHING STYLES)
Engineer probably uses a mixture of lightning and stone breathing because of how used he is to electric things like his robots (proud father <3) he's very speedy with his breathing style (he tries his best)
He's a tsuchinoto for his devotion to fighting and his unique way of fighting he uses a double sided axe (kinda like a scythe but the blades or bigger and the stick is smaller by like three inches)
Sniper probably uses serpent breathing because he's used to sniping and it's like the closet it is to that or something (even just piss breathing/j)
He uses this longer version of a machete because professionals have standards and fighting demons with short weapons is NOT professional. He's a kanoto because he doesn't train that much which leads to him fighting low rank demons to no rank demons
He can't breathe. Okay I'm joking if he did have a breathing style it would be mist breathing because of (NOT BECAUSE OF HIS SMOKING HABIT) but because of how he can just disappear out of nowhere with one of the forms
Uses a plain katana because he wants to have the best efficiency to protect others and fight demons at the same time he's a tsuchinoto :3 and he mainly just became a demon slayer because scout did and he does NOT know how to use swords
Pyro DEFINITELY uses sun breathing and admires how sparkly sound breathing is and wants to learn how to use sound and sun breathing at the same time
They were pretty disappointed when they found it they couldn't use their trusty flame thrower but learnt how to make do with a sword or an axe and they're probably rank mizunoe or kanoto
Soldier uses sound breathing because of how it reminds him of the fourth of July he's pretty reckless with his weapon and breathing style but it's okay because it's soldier :3
Rank konoe or mizinoto because of he's recklessness and uses a shaska (is that what they're called I forgir đđđ) he Was DEVESTAED when he found it he couldnt use a shovel
Medic most likely uses blood/blood Sakura breathing OR insect breathing he just likes things that reminds him of work OFF of work so he decided to go with that
He's probably rank kanoto (they're all beginners so ERM yeah :3) despite him being pretty strong and smart in the field and uses a plain katana OR the weapon shinobou uses depending on what breathing style (I didn't fully decide yet :3)
ANYWAU I hope thats accurate and stuff lemme know if you wanna know what type rank and stuff they would be if they were demons :3
reblog and comment for me, my freakys
#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#breathing styles#team fortress two#tf2#tf2 demoman#spy tf2#tf2 scout#engineer tf2#medic tf2#pyro tf2#scout tf2#sniper tf2#soldier tf2#tf2 demo#tf au#team fortress au#tf2 au#chat....#kny au#demon slayer au#team fortress 2#team fortress 2 au#Spotify
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EliHecLyn Fluff Alphabet
A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
Hector loves to spar with his partners whenever he can. He doesnât hold back, and he loves to see his partners getting excited when they win.
Eliwood enjoys a quiet night when possible, staying in the room. Perhaps theyâre sharing a drink, perhaps Eliwood is reading out loud as Lyn listens and Hector falls asleep to his voice.
Lyn enjoys going on hikes. Lycia might not be Sacae, but there are still plenty of sights for them to see. Lyn can see them by herself, but it means more when she can see them with one or both of her boyfriends.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
Eliwood can get lost in both Hectorâs and Lynâs eyes. Itâs not uncommon to find him staring at his partners, zoned out, because he looks at the colors of their eyes.
Hector admires his partnerâs strengths. Heâs used to being the strong one, and while he is the strongest of the three, he loves that Eliwood and Lyn can hold their own in a fight, that he doesnât have to keep an eye out for them.
Lyn admires Eliwoodâs ability to talk down the fight. He tries to avoid battles when he can, and Lyn loves to see that. For Hector, she loves the way he gets her to push herself, training to get stronger and stronger.
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
Eliwood will try to talk down his partner when theyâre upset. Even if they canât speak, he will sit there and talk to them, trying to distract them until theyâre able and ready to talk.
Hector doesnât completely understand or know what to do, but he will sit and hold his partner if they will let him.
Lyn sits with her boyfriend and listens if they want to talk. If they donât want to talk about it, she will talk to them about something else to get their mind elsewhere.
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
All three understand with their positions that they wonât be able to see each other as often as they wish, but they will try to spend all the time they can with each other. Whether theyâre in Pharae or in Ostia, they will cherish all time together.
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
Hector and Lyn are the more dominant of the three. This leads them to butting heads a lot, but itâs always in good fun. Eliwood is more passive and go with the flow.
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
Lyn and Hector are very stubborn, and they are the most likely to get in a fight / arguments. They will walk away to cool down before turning to each other. Normally, they make up by having a sparring match, blowing off steam, as neither are good with words.
Eliwood is more likely to try to speak with his partners after an argument. He allows Lyn and Hector to calm down before getting them to speak to him.
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
Eliwood is very aware and grateful for what his partners do for him. Whether itâs something small or large, he tries to make note of it.
Hector doesnât show it often, but he is grateful. He might not notice everything, but he will always try to return the favor when he can.
Lyn always makes note of the big things her boyfriends do for her. She might not notice every small thing, but she is very thankful for them anyway.
H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
Eliwood and Lyn are very open, and they talk to their partners about everything. There is very little they or Hector donât know about them.
Hector, given how he was raised in Ostia, tends to keep secrets. Nothing major as heâll tell them the big things that happen in his day to day, but smaller things like what he talked about with a knight he wonât say. He doesnât even think about it when he does; itâs just a habit.
I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
Eliwood and Hector grew up together. They were close as children, and they remained close as teens and into adulthood. They influenced each other in more ways than one. Then Lyn found her way in their life, and she opened them up.
Lyn was changed by Hector and Eliwood. Theyâre the reason she decided to stay in Lycia; theyâre the reason she is no longer lonely anymore. They help her get used to the new life sheâs living, and she helps Hector and Eliwood see from different points of views.
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Hector and Lyn donât get jealous easily. They trust each other and Eliwood to make the right choices. Lyn might look or check out who theyâre talking to if theyâre a stranger to her, but Hector doesnât pay much mind to it.
Eliwood gets jealous easier. He doesnât mean it, but when he sees someone get too close to Hector or Lyn, he definitely sends a glare their way whether he realizes it or not. Heâs vocal about his jealousy in private and gets reassured that they wouldnât do anything outside the relationship.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Eliwood is a soft kisser. His first kiss was with Hector, it was very hesitant, but it was so light that Hector almost immediately pulled him back into another kiss.
Hector is a more rough and passionate kisser. It took Lyn off guard the first time when they kissed. He couldnât help but laugh at her expression when they pulled back.
Lyn prefers quick pecks more than anything; she doesnât mind longer kisses, but theyâre not her favorite. Her first kiss with Eliwood was very quick, and they were both fine with that.
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
Iâve already done this here
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
Marriage isnât the first thing on their mind in their relationship. They didnât know if a three way marriage would work or be able to be done, especially with their noble statuses. They never officially get married, but everyone around them knows they treat and call each other their husband(s) and wife.
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
Eliwood tends to call Lyn âsweetheartâ and Hector âloveâ the most
Hector calls both Eliwood and Lyn âdearâ or âhunâ the most. He doesnât have a favorite to use for either of them
Lyn isnât the biggest on giving out nicknames, but she has called her boyfriends âdearâ or âloveâ before.
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
Eliwood likes to stare at his partners when thereâs nothing too important in front of him at the moment. His mother enjoys teasing him for this.
Hector is very touchy and wears his romantic feeling on his sleeve. Anyone could glance at them together and know that he was in love.
Lyn smiles a lot when sheâs around Eliwood and/or Hector. If sheâs standing next to them, thereâs a big chance that thereâs a smile on her face.
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
Hector is the most open about their relationship. He loves to hold Eliwoodâs and/or Lynâs hand in public, not caring about what other nobles think. He can often be seen kissing their cheeks or even steal a kiss on the lips from them. Hector also loves to boast about his partners whenever he can.
Eliwood isnât very big on PDA. He doesnât mind holding hands or being close to his partners, but he is very reserved when it comes to talking about his relationship or kissing in public.
Lyn gets very flustered with PDA. Whether itâs just from holding hands or a kiss on the cheek, her face will turn bright red. At the same time, she loves to talk about her boyfriends whenever she can.
Q uirk - Some random ability they have thatâs beneficial in a relationship.
Eliwood has a soft voice that his partners find soothing. Both Hector and Lyn just like to hear Eliwood talk.
Hector has the ability to keep a tune when humming or whistling. Even when the three donât want to talk, heâs able to fill the silence.
Lyn knows a few different languages from living in Sacae, and from that, she also knows songs and tales from the different cultures. Eliwood and Hector will ask her to sing or translate the tales when they need something to distract them.
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? ClichĂŠ or rather creative?
Eliwood is very clichĂŠ when it comes to romance. He loves to fluster his partners with words or flowers or other gifts, but he will always do this in private.
Hector is very romantic in his words. He loves to praise and talk about his lovers around others, and he has been shown giving them things that made him think about them. Heâs known by court to be very romantic.
Lyn isnât the greatest with romance. Her lovers enjoy her being in the same room as them so that's what she does whenever she can. Sheâs not a big gift giver, but she does show her emotions with words.
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
The three of them share a main common goal. They work together to keep Lycia on its feet while trying to get the territories to work closer together for peace. Hector focuses a lot on Ostia, and Eliwood focuses on Pherae. Lyn supports them both in any way she can.
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
Eliwood likes a good routine. He doesnât like it changing when he can help it.
Hector and Lyn like to change their routines. Whether itâs small or large, neither of them like things to stay the same everyday.
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
The three of them are all very good at reading each other and being able to tell their true feelings towards something. This is one reason why Hector struggles to not tell them important things going on in his life or with Ostia.
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is itâs worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Ostia and Pharae are important to Hector and Eliwood, and they build a lot of their life around it. At the same time, they always make time for each other and Lyn.
Lyn sees the relationship as the most important thing in her life. Yes, travel and her homeland are very important, as well as her friends, but this relationship forged how her life is currently going.
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
Eliwood canât do anything in the kitchen, no matter how much he tries, but he knows how to make a mean cup of tea. Hector and Lyn will refuse anyone elseâs tea when Eliwood is around
Hector likes to randomly pick up his partners to see them smile. He can pick them both up at once.
Lyn likes to wear Eliwoodâs and Hectorâs clothes. Theyâre long on her, and her boyfriends love to see her in them.
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
Hector is very affectionate. He loves to hold onto his partners, whether theyâre laying down and theyâre spooning or theyâre sitting in his lap. He can and will shower them with kisses.
Eliwood isnât as affectionate as Hector, but if heâs able to, he clings onto his partners. He likes to hug them from behind before kissing them on the cheek.
Lyn isnât as affectionate. She isnât great at showing her emotions with actions, but she doesnât mind being shown in love. She shows her affection in other ways.
Y earning - How will they cope when theyâre missing their partner?
Eliwood can be seen staring off into space without Hector and Lyn around. His mother would tease him, and his knights know that heâs thinking about his partners.
When Hector is missing his lovers, he is often seen training more often. He uses it to distract himself from missing the two.
Lyn likes to wear Eliwoodâs and Hectorâs clothes when she misses them. She spends her time between Pherea and Ostia, and they always make sure to have one or two articles of clothes that Lyn finds comfort with in the territory.
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
Eliwood knows he wasnât the greatest partner for a while as he was dealing with his grief of losing his father and becoming marquess of Pharea. However, even through his grief, he would defeat his relationship with the other two nobles, despite getting some backlash due to the nature of their relationship.
Before Uther passed, he gave Hector his blessing to follow his heart in any way it leads him. Knowing this, Hector has no issue defeating and fighting for his relationship. Nothing and no one will pull him away from his loves.
Lyn had the choice to return to Sacae, but she decided to remain in Lycia as Caelin became shared land between the two. She misses her life in the plains, but she wouldnât leave their sides if given the choice again.
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Hi, congrats on 7k!! May I have a đ: love letter with Leo Valdez? I go by she/her. Â I get pretty anxious when thrown in certain situations rather that be talking to a group of people or just one person. But when I get to know someone I never stop talking. I am a ranter and rambler which means I could be ranting about something that happened and then start talking about something else that may or may not be related to the original subject. Though I do enjoy listening to other people talk. I am considered the mom friend because I tend to be the most logical. I'm also a very determined, stubborn person who usually is kinda pessimistic but still has a huge imagination. And despite all the anxiety I am usually a relatively confident person and am not afraid to take up for anyone I care about. Also I am pretty good in school despite having a kinda bad memory. Also an INTJ and Sagittarius.Â
I absolutely love writing, art, music, reading, and watching various shows/movies. I also really like walking around and enjoying nature. There's a few nature trails I love going on and would go to the zoo every weekend if I had the chance. Which also goes along to my love for animals. Also I do like going to random places with my friends.Â
And that's about all I can think of to say, hope it wasn't too much lol. But anyways, thanks in advance :)
i am also a walking believer. i love going places
Leo always gets nervous at the campfires. He canât help it. Itâs a reflex from the machine shop fire, he supposes, flames get a little too tall when no one seems to be paying attention and he canât help but freak out. Leo is supposed to be sitting with the rest of the Hephaestus cabin now, but heâs clinging to the outskirts of the whole gathering, knees hugged close to his chest as he tries and fails to convince himself that he is in control.
Someoneâs shadow darkens the grass in front of him, and seconds later thereâs another camper sitting by his side. Leo recognizes her in a second:Â Y/N L/N, one of Leoâs better friends at camp. She knows enough to identify his physical signs of distress, and offers a solution accordingly.
âDistraction?â She asks.
âPlease,â Leo replies. Anything to get him out of his own head.
And she talks to him. She talks to him about everything. Pop culture news she should have no way of knowing since theyâre not supposed to have Internet access at camp. The training drills they did this morning. Even the campfire songs, rating them on a scale of âgods-awfulâ to âput this on Spotify ASAP.â How much she wants to explore the woods surrounding camp even though theyâre totally filled with monsters.
As she continues, Leo lets the sound of her voice fill his eyes, blocking out all the stress, all the fear. He feels his fingers unclench from each other, his shoulders lose their stiffness. She carries him away on a billowing wave of her words, and Leo is alright. Of course he is.
He blinks and sheâs gone silent, staring out at the fire instead of him. When she notices him looking, she grins, a slight tint of self-deprecation shading her eyes from their previous shine.Â
âSorry,â Y/N murmurs, âI have a habit of rambling. Tell me to stop next time, alright?â
âNo,â Leo says a little too quickly, âNo, please donât. Keep going, actually. If you want, that is. Iâ I liked hearing you talk. A lot.â
Y/N flashes him this smile, and Leo thinks his heart might overload. âWell,â she grins, âif you say so.â
She remembers something that had happened yesterday, a funny story involving a satyr, four new demigods, and way too much celestial bronze. Leo tilts his head back and lets himself take it all in. The stars, the fire, her. Everything is perfect.
thank you for taking part in my 7k celebration!
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Sibling Questionnaire
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Gonna respond with Alexander and Melantha, and I'll do a bonus answer including Lucia and Phoebe.
1. Who looks most like their father?
Neither of them look much like either of their parents, but Mel's facial structure looks closest to her father, and she acts the most like him.
Out of all four of them Phoebe probably looks most like William, but Mel still seems the most like him if that makes sense.
2. Who looks most like their mother?
Again, neither really look like their parents, but Alex probably looks closer to their mother. No one who knows their family situation would ever say that though.
Lucia looks very similar to Eleanor, but again, no one would ever say that to her.
3. Who eats the most?
It depends on what part of the story we're in, but most of the time it would probably be Mel, even with all four of them. She does a lot of physical stuff and needs the calories.
4. Who has been in the weirdest situations?
Ooh, honestly? It's probably a tie between the twins. Their lives are kind of insane.
5. Who sleeps the most?
Out of the twins, Alexander. He's the more responsible one.
Out of all of them, Phoebe, because she's the youngest and hasn't had anything happen to ruin her sleep schedule.
6. Most stable romantic life?
Oh my God the twins both have such weird love lives. Like their partners are great and they're very happy, the instability comes from various forms of magic bullshit and plot shenanigans. So yeah it's a tie.
Out of all four of them, the winner is Lucia. Sheâs happily married with kids and has no shenanigans going on.
7. Worst habit of each?
Oh boy they have so many bad habits lol. Alexander is a perfectionist. Melantha neglects her personal health for the sake of others. Neither of them are good at asking for help.
Lucia bottles her emotions. Phoebe is naive, but she's also literally a small child so that's not her fault.
8. Who's the most dramatic?
They all have their moments, but it's definitely Mel overall.
9. Who had the weird phase?
Mel is currently in her goth phase and has never and will never get out of it, so I'd say her.
10. Who's the best cook?
Alex is the only one who can't cook, because in his time men didn't really cook and his mom was low key sexist so he was never taught. Out of the four of them Lucia is the best cook.
11. Best memory together?
Ooh, tough one. For Alex and Mel it's probably when they first started their training. For all four of them, probably the months after they found out Mel was going to die soon so they tried to get as much quality time together as they could.
12. Worst memory together?
When Phoebe got sick.
13. Dream trip together?
Honestly, they would love being able to go anywhere all together, as long as their mother wasn't coming with.
14. Would you rather not be able to shower or change clothes?
They would all die if they had to go too long without showering.
15. Who's older?
Lucia is the oldest. Alexander and Melantha are four years younger than her. Mel is slightly younger than Alex. Phoebe is six years younger than the twins.
16. Describe the others in 3 words.
Lucia: "Alexander is smart, responsible, and social. Melantha is strong, protective, and reckless. Phoebe is sweet, cute, and kind."
Alexander: "Lucia is responsible, reserved, and thoughtful. Mel is a reckless stubborn idiot. Phoebe is an adorable little sweetheart."
Melantha: "Alex is an annoying perfect princess. I agree with his descriptions of Lucy and Phoebe though."
Phoebe: "Lucia is smart, nice, and like a mom! A good mom! Alex is friendly, smart, and awesome! And Mel is pretty, strong, and super cool!"
Mel: "Awww, thanks Pumpkin."
17. Role model?
Lucia doesn't really have one. Alexander's role model is Melantha, but he'd never admit that. Mel's role model is her dad. Phoebeâs is all her siblings and her dad.
18. Who has the worst ideas?
Mel has plenty of good ideas, but she definitely has her fair share of bad one too.
19. Who kills the bugs?
Alex would kill the bug with no issues. Phoebe would befriend the bug and cry if anyone killed the bug. Mel would pick up the bug and chase Lucia around with it.
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Abbacchio Week Day 5: The Story in Your Eyes
For today's @abbacchioweek2024 fic I'm playing with my 1930s AU which up to this point has mostly been headcanons and some various art I've done. I think this might be the first time I've written first person for a character that was not an OC but tried to replicate a noir style narration for Abbacchio here. This AU is set in New York City
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New York, 1932
It was a quiet night. A bit surprising, honestly, what with all the growing tensions between various gangsâone of which I had, perhaps foolishly, gotten myself embroiled with.
I lit up a cigarette as I stepped out of the restaurant I had come to frequent as of late. The back room had become a little too familiar to me, filled with smoke and discussion, broken up only by the asinine arguments of the young rips my new âbusiness partnerâ seemed intent on surrounding himself with.
Iâd asked him once why he took in a bunch of kids who were more likely to shoot themselves in the foot than enforce protection in his territory and heâd told me firmly that they were good kids. Good kids. Heh. None of us were very good, but that was just what Bucciarati was like, seeing the best in people. Heâd tried to do the same to me and I had promptly told him that he was being an idiot. Not that it stopped him, but heâs stubborn like that.
Still, I guess he wasnât wrong. They werenât bad kids, theyâd just been dealt bad handsâmuch like the rest of us. Except that new Giovanna prick. Iâd thought Fugo was a smug little shit when I first met him but he doesnât hold a candle to the new blond-haired bastard Bucciarati had picked up. I wasnât usually in the habit of questioning his judgement, but I was coming close with this one.
I exhaled a cloud of smoke into the night air before tucking my hand into my pocket. I wished for a moment that I hadnât started attempting to replace my nightcap with a smoke to varying effect. I could really use one tonight.
Bucciarati had a good heart despite his chosen profession, and I knew he wanted change as much as the rest of us did. But I just got the feeling in my soul that Giovanna and his grand ideas were going to cause trouble one of these daysâwith the certainty that I would somehow be dragged along with it.
I wasnât entirely wrong, if not slightly mistaken in my original judgement. If anything, Giorno Giovanna was a harbinger with an angelâs countenance, heralding the devil close on our heels. Because it was that night, about a week after Giovanna joined Bucciaratiâs team that she showed up.
She was waiting in my office when I got back after the meeting. I never locked the door in case a client needed to get insideâall my important paperwork was hidden in the back of my closet in my apartment and I had been grateful for my constant paranoia on more than one occassion.
She was young, that was the first thing I noticed, couldnât be older than sixteen and her clothing was expensive and well put together; a gold and emerald necklace around her neck that I could tell even in the dim lighting wasnât paste.
But it was her eyes that struck me most of all. As emerald as the stone around her neck holding a look of desperation and fear that would have caught the attention of Bucciarati a mile away. She was in some kind of troubleâthe bad kind. She wasnât one of my usual clients who came to me about stolen possessions or a cheating lover. She was terrified, running from something, and I thought for a moment that I should send her out the door before she could tell me what it was.
But she spoke up, voice firm, with a tremor that only one as trained in human mannerisms as I am could detect. âAre youâŚMr. Abbacchio?â
âI am,â I replied, in a little bit of defeat. âWhat can I do for you, sweetheart?â
She shifted, uncomfortable, worrying her gloved hands in her lap. âMr. Abbacchio, I hope I can trust you to be discreet?â
I pulled my overcoat off and sat down in my chair across the desk from her, tucking a new cigarette between my lips as I reached for my lighter. âI have no one to tell, miss. Not even a secretary to pry into your business.â
Her shoulders relaxed slightly but her hands still twisted in her lap. âMr. AbbacchioâŚI believe that my father⌠is trying to kill me.â
I pause briefly in my movements, before I collect myself again and flick my lighter into life, inhaling deeply as the cigarette tip glows red. âThatâs quite the accusation. Do you have any proof of that?â
âI have no physical proof but IâŚI heard him over the phone today, telling someone thatâŚthat he wanted meâŚtaken care of.â
She was shaking. I got up slowly to pull the bottle of brandy out of my file cabinet. I poured some into a glass and headed around the desk to press it into her hands. âAre you sure that was the intent?â
She nodded firmly. âIâm positive. I believe the man on the other end of the line asked the same thing and my father said, âno, I want her dead. I want⌠to be sure.ââ She was shaking so hard now she could barely hold the glass as she brought it to her lips, taking a bracing drink.
I leaned back on the desk, arms folded over my chest. âWho is your father?â
She looked down, still shaking. âYouâre just a private detective, right?â she asked. âYouâre notâŚaffiliated with anyone?â
âI work for myself,â Abbacchio said, wondering if he could count Bucciarati as an âaffiliationâ and decided that explanation would complicate things. At the end of the day Bucciarati and his gang were my clients, not my co-workers. âIf I may ask, why exactly are you concerned about that?â
âBecause,â she whispered. âMy fatherâŚis a very powerful man.â
I nodded. âI gathered as much from your appearance.â
She looked down, hugging her coat closer to her. She had probably put on her least fancy dress to come here thinking she could hide. I felt another wave of pity for her, she was just a kid, after all. A terrified kid.
âWhatâs his name, sweetheart?â
She shook her head. âHis name means nothing. You wouldnât know him by that. No one does.â
I felt unease run through me as I bent to meet her eyes. âWho is he?â
She let out a half sob. âHeâheâs the head of the mafia branchâPassione. The Boss. Don Diavolo. He named himself after the devil, Mr. Abbacchio. Thatâs the kind of man he is.â
I was still processing the information when her eyes finally snapped up to me with a new look of desperation. âHis men are looking for me and they want to kill me. I donât have anywhere to go, please, Mr. Abbacchio, please help me!â
The tears in her eyes had me pulling out a handkerchief, handing it over.
âI canât,â I told her simply. I knew I was sealing my fate, whatever that may be, as she looked up at me in shock and hopelessness and I continued. âButâŚI know someone who can.â
#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba fanfic#abbacchio week 2024#abbacchio week day 5#leone abbacchio#trish una#team bucciarati#detective abbacchio#noir#1930s au#jjba part 5#golden wind au#vento aureo au
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character deep dive
NAME: alcryst
BODY
height: 5â7/171cm
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mediation â
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agreeable âââ
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idealistic  ââââ
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frugal    â
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extrovert  ââ
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ambitious / possessive / stubborn / jealous / decisive / perfectionist
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Big Bang Editing Story [Day 112]
I started writing this fic while editing my Big Bang story years ago, but am going to continue doing it for other things now that Kill Dear is out. I will write and publish 100 words of the story every time I finish doing whatever task Iâm doing. If youâd like to block these proceedings, please feel free to block the tag âproofread stories.â I will reblog this post with the parts of the story I do today. Edited chapters are linked; everything else Iâve done so far is under the cut.
My Master Post Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 Part 39 Part 40 Part 41 Part 42 Part 43 Part 44 Part 45 Part 46 Part 47 Part 48 Part 49 Part 50 Part 51 Part 52 Part 53
I don't have a lot of time on Mondays to work, so you'll probably only get 2 rounds of this. However, I'm trying to get back into the habit so...
Maybe you'll get some this evening, but no promises. I had a busy weekend and am tired lol. I might just go to sleep at 5 when I get home. XD
Chapter 54 (Patton)
âI still canât believe heâs allowing this,â King Thomas said from next to Patton. The two of them were standing at the edge of the arena outside the horse stable, watching from a safe distance.
âIf he hadnât tried to bite me earlier, Iâd think he was a different horse,â Patton agreed.
âHe doesnât even let Logan ride him,â the king said. âAt least not ride him and give him directions.â
Patton was very aware of that. Logan did on occasion choose to get up onto Mr. Applesâ saddle. However, Mr. Apples was always the once who got to decide where they went after that. Logan had no say.
With that in mind, Patton, Logan, and every stable hand whoâd heard about the prospective riding lessons had tried to convince Virgil to learn to ride on a different horse. Virgil was just as stubborn as Mr. Apples however and had insisted. Logan, being the only one who could be around Mr. Apples without risking being kicked, had become his de facto tutor.
Not even Logan could have expected that within a week, Virgil would be able to control Mr. Apples. Though perhaps âcontrolâ was the wrong word. Nothing could control Mr. Apples, but for some reason, Mr. Apples seemed willing to do as Virgil asked.
Even right now Mr. Apples was trotting around the training arena like he was a well-trained trick horse warming up with his rider.
âLogan told him we could go on an actual ride today if the lesson went well,â Patton told the king. The lesson seemed to be just getting over because Logan said something to Virgil and Virgil started to climb off. Mr. Apples was patient and still as he dismounted.
âDo you think heâd mind if I went with you?â King Thomas asked.
Patton shrugged. âMr. Apples might.â
âMr. Apples definitely will,â the king replied. âIâll come anyway.â
Logan had walked over to where Patton and the king were standing while Virgil fed Mr. Apples some apple pieces as a reward.
âI hear youâre going to go riding today,â King Thomas said.
Logan nodded. âMr. Apples seems to listen to him well enough,â he said.
âI might join you if thatâs alright. Where are you kids going?â the king asked.
âI was thinking the main forest path,â Logan replied. âItâs not a particularly difficult route, but itâs also a part of the castle grounds Virgil hasnât been able to see yet. Loraine told me it has been recently cleared after the winter.â
âThat sounds like a good idea,â the king said. âAre you going now?â
âOnce Patton and I saddle up our horses,â Logan said. âYou can come.â
âGreat,â the king said with a smile. âIâll ask for Bellaâs saddle to be brought out. I havenât gone on a ride yet this week.â
He turned then to walk towards the stables leaving Patton and Logan alone.
âDo you think heâs been acting weird?â Logan asked, turning towards Patton.
Patton frowned. âNo,â he said. âNot really.â
âIâm just wondering why he wants to go horseback riding with us.â
âHe likes spending time with you?â Patton guessed.
âYes,â Logan said, âbut typically in a setting that doesnât involve Mr. Apples.â
Well, that was fair.
âI mean, itâs not too weird,â Patton said, thinking back through the last couple of days. King Thomas had been a bit⌠clingy.
âHeâs been hanging around a lot,â Logan said, echoing Pattonâs thoughts with narrowed eyes. He glanced back at Virgil. âYou donât think Virgil let something slip, do you?â
âHe didnât say anything,â Patton said. âI think your dad would say something if Virgil let slip he was an assassin somehow.â
âUnless he let slip something that didnât quite implicate himself but invited suspicion.â
âYour dad doesnât seem suspicious,â Patton said. At least, Patton didnât think he did. He hadnât been acting mean in any way. In fact, he might have even been acting nicer.
Logan frowned. âWe should keep an eye on him, especially around Virgil.â
Patton bit his lip.
âWhat?â Logan asked.
âAre we ever going to tell your dad about Virgil?â he asked.
Logan hesitated. âI donâtâŚâ he trailed. âIâm not sure.â
âIt just feels weird lying for so long,â Patton said. Patton didnât lie a lot. Sure, maybe heâd pretend to not know what Mama was talking about when sweets went missing from the kitchens or heâd pretend to not know what Loganâs birthday gift was, but heâd never lied about anything serious before now.
âI know, but,â Logan glanced back at Virgil once again, âeven if we did decide to tell, weâd have to convince Virgil everything would be alright beforehand. I donât think weâre at that point yet. He was terrified of Father until a few months ago, and heâs still cautious around him sometimes.â
Logan was right, of course. Virgil was getting more and more comfortable around the king, but he figured any of the progress made would go down the drain as soon as they brought up telling King Thomas about where exactly Virgil had come from. Patton didnât know if Virgil would ever be comfortable enough.
âWe should go get our own horses,â Logan suggested, and Patton nodded.
Patton and Loganâs horses had already been saddled by the stable hands in anticipation of their ride and it didnât take long for the king to saddle his own horse, Bella.
The forest path at this time of year was very pretty, Patton thought. The tree branches now had small green leaves on them after having been barren for the entire winter and flowers were starting to grow. In a few weeksâ time it would be even prettier, but it would also be harder for the groundskeeper to maintain as well as it was right now.
Virgil really did seem less anxious around King Thomas now. The path was only wide enough for two horses to go at once, and he didnât seem to mind that he and the king ended up next to each other while Patton and Logan lagged behind. In fact, he and the king seemed to be having a nice conversation about the local wildlife.
However, if Patton looked close enough, he did sort of see what Logan meant. Virgil may not be anxious talking to the king now, but the king himself seemed just a little bit nervous at least at the beginning of the ride.
He seemed to relax a bit as they rode (even laughing when Mr. Apples tried to bite him when he got too close).
Logan had been teaching Virgil the basics about things like animals, but there was still a pretty big gap in his education when it came to anything that wasnât about training to fight and kill. King Thomas seemed more than willing to answer any of his questions when it came to the animals and plants around them even if they were sometimes a bit silly.
Heâd seen a bird that looked like a dove. (It may have even been a dove, but Patton hadnât seen it.) This had been a source of endless confusion for him.
âBut shouldnât it live in the dovecote?â Virgil asked.
âNot all birds live in a dovecote,â the king explained again.
âBut itâs a dove,â Virgil said with a frown.
âNot all doves live in a dovecote,â the king replied.
âBut itâs a dovecote,â Virgil argued. âItâs for the doves.â
âYes, but there are also wild doves,â the king said.
âThat doesnât make any sense,â Virgil replied.
âWhat about it doesnât make sense?â the king asked with a laugh in his tone.
âDoves go in the dovecote,â Virgil said.
Patton was starting to have trouble following this argument.
âDovecotes are made for doves,â the king said, âbut not all doves go in dovecotes.â
âWhy?â
This seemed to stump the king momentarily, but he still answered after thinking for a bit. âDoves existed before people got to them,â the king explained. âPeople caught and trained some of them, but there was no way to catch all of them. So, some stayed in the wild and continued with their lives like they had been before humans. Plus, sometimes domesticated doves fly off and never come back. Sometimes they might die, but other times they may have just gotten lost and had to build a new life somewhere far away. Or maybe they even decided that being a trained dove working for humans wasnât for them, so they decided to go off on their own.â
âYou let them do that?â Virgil asked.
âWe canât really stop them in the end,â the king said. âPeople can try, but it never ends up working as long as they can fly.â
Virgil thought about this. âI still donât understand,â he said, âbut okay.â
âWe should take you to the cliffs,â the king suggested.
âWhat are the cliffs?â
âThe castle grounds were built for defense,â King Thomas explained. âThe edge of the grounds to the North is a large river and overlooking it is a huge cliff. Itâs a good place for picnics and for birdwatching. Itâs a bit of a trip, but now would be a good time of year to go.â
He glanced over his shoulder back at Logan and Patton. âWhat do you boys think about going to the cliffs sometime? Maybe in about a week?â
Logan squinted at his father suspiciously. It wasnât so much the fact that the king was asking them to go to the cliffs. They did that every so often. However, this time, it only supported Loganâs claims that the king was hanging out with them a lot recently.
âSure,â Logan said, after a moment.
âSounds fun!â Patton said cheerily right after, trying to cover for the lack of enthusiasm in Loganâs voice with his own. Judging by King Thomasâs expression and Loganâs tight-lipped scowl, he may have overcompensated.
âGreat,â the king said. ââIâll make sure to make arrangements when we get back to the castle.â
Chapter 55 (Logan)
           Virgil was beginning to be able to read some of the common instructions in magic books, but Logan still made sure to read out the instructions to him at least twice before setting him loose. Heâd started to jot down notes to himself about things, though these notes were not words, but various symbols that only made sense to the boy himself.
           Logan had asked about their meaning at one point and received an answer that, while earnest, was unintelligible. The symbols were mostly just pictures of things to represent certain steps in spell casting, but they were filtered through Virgilâs rudimentary penmanship and often bizarre perception of the world.
Though, despite the fact that Logan could not often decipher his chicken scratch, it did seem to help him produce impressively quality charms even as Logan began to introduce more complicated processes to make them. He was a very good student even if he didnât have the best foundation for learning.
âI add lavender for the next step, right?â Virgil asked, his finger on a word in Loganâs magic book.
âThat is correct,â Logan confirmed.
Virgil looked back at the book and mouthed the word âlavenderâ to himself before turning back to his potion. He grabbed a few sprigs of lavender and threw them into the cauldron.
The liquid popped and bubbled violently, but Virgil didnât flinch as he once would have, prepared for it now.
After the lavender, Logan knew that it would have to simmer for 5 minutes. Virgil looked down at the boiling liquid, contemplating it for a long moment.
âCan I soak a knife in it?â he asked.
âWhat?â Logan asked.
âCan I soak a knife in the potion once itâs done?â
âIn that potion?â Logan clarified. âIn the emergency hand warmer potion?â
âYes.â
âWhy?â
âI think a hot knife would be useful,â Virgil said.
âFor what?â
Virgil shrugged. âCooking food on the road,â he said, âburning wood, stabbing someone and immediately cauterizing the wound.â
âThat is⌠not a standard use for this potion,â Logan said.
Virgil titled his head at him. âWould it work though?â
âWell, I donât know,â Logan contemplated. âPerhaps. The potion can cause burns if one uses too much of it or if it is used without an appropriate layer between it and the skin. If one were to pick a knife with enough surface area and let it soak long enough, it could in theory get hot enough to do as desired. HmmâŚâ he thought about it. âThere would perhaps be the problem of the potion not sticking to the knife very long as it is intended to soak into fabric. However, cardamom could solve that issue as long as it doesnât interact with any other ingredients. Let me see that spell.â
Virgil stepped out of his way so he could study the page. âYes,â Logan said after scanning through all of the ingredients. âI think coriander would work for something like that. Let me go find some.â
He turned to walk towards where he kept his supplies of potion ingredients. Virgil followed on his heals.
âCan we use a serrated knife?â
âOh, thatâs a good idea, Virgil,â Logan said, nodding as he searched through the cupboard that should hold the coriander. âThe knife being serrated would help keep the potion stuck to the blade after many uses and would increase the surface area.â
âThat was certainly my intentions,â Virgil said smoothly. There was something odd about the tone that had Logan turning to him and blinking at him. Virgil just smiled at him innocently and Logan turned back to the cabinet finally locating the coriander.
âSo how are we going to use that?â Virgil asked.
âWeâll put it in right before the last step and let it sit for about 3 minutes,â Logan said. âIf it doesnât quite work, we may need to make another batch. There are options other than coriander, but thatâs the first idea that comes to mind and it a lot simpler if it works.â
He continued to speak of the many other options they could try as they returned to the caldron as well as how they could test the hot knife. It was already about time for the next step and Virgil did it without interrupting Loganâs rant.
Virgil listened to his suggestions with interest all while still making sure the potion he was making was progressing well.
Logan did eventually take over to finish the potion with the revised steps heâd come up with and they ended up with a potion that looked perfect except it was a few shades darker than the one theyâd originally been planning to make.
âWell, it looks good,â Logan declared. âWe will need to acquire a knife to test its effectiveness, however.â
âThere are a few good ones in the kitchen,â Virgil pointed out. âI especially like the one 10 inch one with the black and white handle.â
âYou have been eyeing up the kitchen knives?â Logan asked.
Virgil rolled his eyes as though that was not a perfectly reasonable question to ask him. âWe should steal that one,â Virgil said.
âDo you think weâll be able to sneak past Ms. Heart to steal a knife from her kitchen?â Logan asked.
âWe canât,â Virgil said.
Logan almost didnât believe him⌠and then he remembered the water pouch incident. âItâs the dinner rush,â Logan said. âWe should probably wait for a bit.â
Virgil was shaking his head. âThe dinner rush is the best time,â he said. âEveryone will be distracted, and all of the knives will be out and in prime stealing position.â
âAnd if Pattonâs mother catches us messing around in her kitchen during her busiest time of day, she will have Father ground us for a week.â
âThen we just wonât get caught,â Virgil said.
âIâm not sure if itâs that simple,â Logan said with a frown.
âYou can stay here if you want,â Virgil offered. âIâll just go by myself.â
âNo, Iâll come too,â Logan relented, though he did still have some reservations about the idea.
He let Virgil lead him towards the main dining hall. By now, Virgil knew the kitchens and dining hall very well.
âStay here,â he said. They were in a hallway a few feet down from the staff entrance to the kitchen. âIâm going to do some reconnaissance.â
âWhat type of reconnaissance?â Logan asked, but Virgil had already disappeared before his very eyes. With a blink, Logan looked up and saw a dark figure disappear onto a balcony overhead.
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Side Project- Luke & Leia
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Recovery date: July 25th, 2022
Description: Luke and Leia are forced to take a break, but even then they can't sit still.
Notes: An entry from my 2022 research project into the universe of Star Wars. You can find the next entry here.
Word count: 647
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Sometimes the twins were far too much like their parents. It was something both R2 and C3PO could agree on when they spoke -which was rarely-, since R2 left with Luke to form a new Jedi academy.
In this case, it was their work habits that forced the comparison. Leia spending late nights in her office drafting up proposals and arguments for the senate, much like their mother, and Luke training from dawn till dusk like their father. It was ridiculous, and neither of them showed signs of stopping. A trait their parents had in common and they shared, dragged them on, stubbornness.Â
âAlright goldy, what is it?â Han huffed.
He was leaning back in the pilot's seat of the Millenium Falcon, arms crossed and legs kicked up on Chewwieâs seat.
C3PO had been looking for him all day, assuming it was some political quest from Leia, Han had tried his damndest to avoid him. The droid had finally found him in the cockpit getting ready to head out on a supply delivery run.
âItâs about Master Luke and Mistress Leia, R2 and I are very worried about them.â
Han dropped his feet and leaned in a bit more to the droid, arms now propped up on his knees.
âWhat dâyou mean?â
âWell, neither of them have taken a break since the battle of Endor and they both spend all day working. It cannot be healthy, the human body requires rest or else it will burn out.â
Han sighed, âLook, Iâm sure if they needed a break they would take one. Now, Iâm heading out, so unless youâd like to come with me, get off the ship.â
âMistress Pamde and Master Anakin wouldnât,â 3PO huffed and left the cockpit. âIt was no use,â he exclaimed to R2 as he left the Falcon, âwe have to find some other way to make them relax.â
âHey droid!â 3PO turned around to find Han standing in the doorway of the Falcon. âWhat did you have in mind?â
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âThereâs a folder of drafts that need to be sent out for approval, things like trade agreements, treaties, everything. Itâs all in the drafts folder⌠Oh and!â
âDo not worry mistress Leia, I will make sure everything runs smoothly in your absence.â
She took a deep breath and smiled at him.
âI know you will, thank you 3PO.â
âYou sure you donât want me to drop you two off? At least on Naboo?â Han asked, handing the last duffle up to Luke. He was kind of surprised the droidsâ plan worked.
âNah, weâre good. Besides, Iâm thinking of letting Leia fly for a bit.â
The two looked back at her, giving some last minute directions to her stand-ins.
âI wish I could be there to see that.â
Luke chuckled. âLeia, come on. The sooner we leave, the sooner you can be back.â
âIâm coming! Iâm coming,â she waved.Â
âOkay, I gotta know, whatâs so special about this trip?
Leia pulled the X-wing helmet on and Luke helped her fasten it before she got into the back seat.
âItâs a chance to let us get to know our parents,â Luke shrugged.
âWhen I first met Obi-Wan, he seemed so sad talking about them. I guess, now I know why but⌠I want to understand why, I want to understand who they were,â she shrugged, leaning over the side a bit.
âI grew up on Tatooine, our fatherâs home planet, but I want to see where our mother grew up.â
Luke hopped into the pilot seat and pulled on his helmet.
âSo what, the droids convinced you to take a break by going on a journey of self discovery?â
Both twins shrugged.
âClosing the hatch, bye Han.â
Leia waved and settled in, saying something to Luke once the hatched closed. Han couldnât hear them anymore, but he could tell they were already relaxing. Luke laughed at whatever Leia said and waved bye to him and the droids.
As Han stepped back, he watched the twins take off on a much needed vacation.
#researcher s's recovery#s's 2022 recovery project#star wars#luke skywalker#leia organa#han solo#c3po#rating unavailable#oneshot#sw oneshot
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The Performer
So, I finally watched the A-Team 2010 movie! I'd say it was fun. A whole lot different from the series, especially when it comes to my beloved Faceman, the vibes generally are very different but I liked it! And. naturally, I had to get my OC brain running, so here we have this universe's version of one Kit Kelley.
Hannibal and Face hopped off the jeep, eyes wandering around the camp. It was relatively busy, probably in the middle of one unit arriving and the other leaving.
âWe really picked the wrong time to pick him up,â Face remarked. âHow are we supposed to find the guy in this chaos? Do we even know what he looks like?â
âNo clue,â Hannibal said. âBut I feel like weâll know itâs him when we see him. Iâve been told he has some pretty recognizable habits.â
âLetâs just hope he lives up to his reputation.â
âIâm sure he will.â
Hannibal took one more look around, then he grabbed one of the passing soldiers by the arm.
âHey, whereâs Colonel Weaver?â he asked.
âProbably in his tent,â the man replied and pointed further into the camp. âDown this way, right in front of you at the next crossroads.â
âAlright, thanks, Private. - Letâs see if we can get some more info on this guy.â
âYou really know nothing about him, do you?â Face asked.
âI know that he climbs walls like a spider and graduated from ranger school top of his class. Thatâs enough for me to want to get to know him. You never know when we might need his help.â
âWell, Iâm also not too bad.â
âJealous, Face?â
âNo, why would I be? We both know nobody could ever replace me.â
Soon, they reached Colonel Weaverâs tent. The Colonel was sitting at his desk in full uniform, smoking a cigar. When he noticed Hannibal and Face, he turned around, eyeing them for a second.
âWhat can I do for you?â he finally asked.
âColonel Smith,â Hannibal introduced himself. âI called about Sergeant Kelley.â
âAh,â Weaver murmured.
He gestured to a set of chairs, prompting Face and Hannibal to pick up one each and sit down opposite Weaver.
âThis is Lieutenant Peck, my right hand man,â Hannibal introduced Face.
âHm,â Weaver just said. He opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a file. âHere he is. Karma Kelley.â
âKarma?â Face echoed. âIs this his nickname?â
âNo, itâs his real name. But it suits him well. Youâll find out soon enough.â
âIs he feisty?â Hannibal asked, flipping through the file.
âVery. Stubborn even. Relatively short, face of a kid, not too muscular but a lot stronger than he looks. Heâs an acrobat more than anything but you canât deny heâs a good soldier.â
As Weaver spoke, Face tried to gaze at the file but Hannibal held it just such a way that he couldnât.
âSmall and full of anger, huh?â Hannibal chuckled. âHis reports sure are an interesting read.â With a smirk, he closed the file. âI wanna meet him. Where is he?â
âOn the training grounds, probably,â Weaver said. âHe spends most of his free time there. You canât miss him. Chances are thereâs even a crowd watching him. - But, Smith, I have to warn you, he doesnât work well with everyone. People either love or hate him. Iâm more of the latter, so if you think you can take him off my shoulders and make something useful of him, be my guest.â
âHeâs just my type of guy,â Hannibal said and put the file back on Weaverâs desk.
Then, he and Face got up and put their chairs away. As they left the tent, Weaver called after them:
âIâll be waiting for that transfer request. But donât come to me to complain if things go sour between you.â
Once outside, Hannibal immediately stopped another soldier to point them to the training grounds.
âI donât know about this, Hannibal,â Face commented. âHe doesnât sound like the nicest guy.â
âNeither did Weaver.â
âWell, youâre right on that. A little stuck-up.â
âAnd I canât imagine people would call us easy to work with either.â
âThatâs true, but-â
âYou havenât even met him. Why not leave your prejudice aside for a while.â
âSpeaking of meeting him, why didnât you let me see his picture?â
âI want you to see him in the flesh for the first time.â
âOh, heâs that special, huh?â Face scoffed.
They reached the training grounds fairly quickly and, really, a crowd had formed in one area, chattering excitedly.
âReady?!â A man shouted. âAnd⌠go!â
In one voice, the crowd started counting, shouting out the numbers. âOne! Two! Three! Four!â Hannibal climbed on a jeep standing nearby. Immediately, a smirk spread across his face.
âThe guy on the left. Thatâs our man.â
Quickly, Face climbed up to join him. He looked across the crowd to see them circling a set of two pull-up bars with wide bases and a strong framework. Additionally, they were weighted down with bricks. This made Face wonder a little. Why would you need to do that? These were pull-up bars, the base already made them stable enough. Little did he know he would soon find out. But for now, he was watching what was happening in front of him. Two men were having a pull-up competition. The right man was tall, muscular with dark hair and deep-set eyes. The one on the left, however... He had tan skin covered in freckles, soft features, messy blonde hair and a toned body. But his most defining features were the large birthmarks around his left eye and right shoulder, a ranger tattoo covering the other arm. This child of a man was right now going up against maybe one of the toughest guys in the unit, a fire in his eyes as he did.
âTwelve! Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen!â
Under loud cheers, the right man failed to pull his chin over the bar, whereas Karma chained another two pull-ups before realizing he had won, regarding the man next to him with a shit-eating grin.
âThatâs it? Here, Iâll give you an encore!â
With those words, Karma pulled his legs up to the bar, then swung backwards to gather momentum. Pulling the bar up to his chest, he flipped once over the metal, continuing to circle it like a rotor, outstretched to perfection. Suddenly, he flung himself in the air, twisting multiple times before landing with both arms on the bar again, continuing to swing. The crowd roared. Meanwhile, Karmaâs opponent was standing off to the side, sulking. At the height of his swing, Karma spun on top of the bar two and a half times, then made the final half a turn by what looked like him passing his legs under his arm but it was too fast to really tell. Only a few swings later, he spread his legs out into the splits and practically did a leapfrog over them, grabbing onto the bar with no issues afterwards. Finally, he slowed down his spin with another full turn over the bar and then climbed onto it to stand on it in one swift motion. That was when he spotted Hannibal and Face on the jeep. Hannibal gave him a smile and Face, too, was long-since won over. In one last show of skill, Karma flipped backwards off the bar, twisting once before perfectly sticking the landing. Proudly grinning, he stretched his arms into the air and arched his back as the crowd cheered. Visibly pleased, Hannibal lit himself a cigar, then hopped off the jeep, followed by Face. The two of them made their way through the crowd, eventually reaching Karma in the middle of it all, rubbing his hands against his pant legs.
âGood show, kid,â Hannibal congratulated him.
âThanks,â Karma smirked. âI wouldâve loved to show more, but this thing isnât a real bar. Puts a hell of a strain on your hands.â
âThe real ones are a lot more elastic, arenât they?â Face asked. It was just now that he saw him up close that he noticed multiple sets of knives strapped to his legs.
âOh, someoneâs watched the olympics. Yeah, they are.â
âI heard you climb walls like a spider,â Hannibal commented.
âWith a good bit of magnesia, anythingâs possible,â Karma stated.
âWhat acrobatics do you do?â
âYou name it.â
Face chuckled and looked away. This guy was far too cocky. âHe does it allâŚâ
âIf itâs artistic gymnastics or a circus act, chances are I can do it.
âCircus act?â Hannibal repeated.
âYeah, I was part of a circus from when I was 14 to the day I joined the military and I practiced it even before.â
âI shouldâve known you were a circus freak,â Face murmured. âWith that kind of personality.â
Karma glared at him with a murderous gaze. âAnd you seem like the kind of guy to only care about his looks and women. Am I right or am I right?â
âSome people are just blessed.â
Hannibal just smirked at the exchange, wrapping himself in the smoke of his cigar.
âYouâre lucky I call myself a circus freak or my fist wouldâve messed up that pretty face of yours real quick,â Karma threatened. Then, he turned back to Hannibal. âSo, yeah. Horizontal, parallel and uneven bars, rings or aerial straps, vault, floor exercise and tumbling, aerial hoop, aerial silk and, my favourite, the trapeze.â
âWhat, like flying trapeze?â Face asked.
âFlying, static and swinging.â
âAnd you throw knives?â Hannibal remarked, pointing at the knives strapped to Karmaâs body.
âHell yeah,â Karma smirked. He pulled three knives out of their straps and took a step back before throwing them into the air. âI juggle too.â Really, he did it flawlessly, seemingly completely unafraid of cutting his fingers. Throwing knives really had very little to hold on to but he did it.
âSo how old are you?â
That was the moment Karmaâs expression turned sour. He caught his knives and locked eyes with Hannibal.
âWhoâs asking?â he asked grimly.
âHannibal Smith. This is Templeton Peck, the Faceman.â
Karmaâs lips curled upwards again. âI shouldâve known. The nameâs Karma Kelley. You can call me Kit.â
âYou know, Iâve been meaning to ask,â Face said, âwhatâs with the name Karma?â
âItâs Bhutanese,â Kit shrugged. âMy parents had a penchant for the exotic. And Iâm sorry to tell you but Templeton isnât much better. Who names their kid Templeton, honestly?â
âYouâre evading my question,â Hannibal reminded Kit.
To this, Kit slightly rolled his eyes. âTwenty,â he finally replied. âIs that a problem, sir?â
âNot at all. Just testing the waters. Weaver said you could be tough to handle.â
âWeaver says a lot of things, but heâs right for once. I donât work with people I donât like unless I absolutely have to.â
âWell, I hope you donât hate us,â Hannibal remarked, ââcause weâre here to recruit you into the team.â
At once, Kitâs smile turned genuine, filled with a sense of pride. âIâd be honored.â
Hannibal smirked. âGood. Go grab your stuff. Iâll talk to Colonel Weaver.â
âOn it.â
âHey and when we have the time, youâll teach me some of that acrobatics stuff, alright?â Face called after him.
âEh, Iâll see what I can do.â
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TMNT: ELEMENTAL MADNESS AU - SPLINTER
Hamato Yoshi
Nicknames: Splinter, Dad, Old man, Father Figure
Role: The Mentor
61 years old (old man)
Personality
Cautious
Over-protective
Strict
Thoughtful
Fidgety
Humorous
Short-temper
Overthinks
Likes: Dad jokes, Sunrises, Crime Documentaries, Organization,
Dislikes: Stubbornness, Messes, No Manners, Loud noises (specifically trains), Bad acting, Upsetting anyone
Fears: Death
Weapons: N/A
Fun facts! (âŚ.again, random stuff)
FATHER!!!!!!!!
Raised Michelangelo when he was only three years old.
He was once a human who studied life in space, but after an accident, he was mutated into a rat and lived in hiding for 11 years
His younger sister was killed in a space accident so he doesnât want the same to happen to his adopted kids.
Adopts anything he can get his hands on.
Taught Michelangelo âUltra Instinctâ
Shelters Mikey from danger a little too much
He managed to get a job as a newspaper delivery man??? I donât know how but he did
Tries his absolute best to give his adopted kids the best life, especially Leo, Donnie, and Raph since he knew that they didnât have happy beginnings. (MOSTLY RAPH AND LEO)
His brother was Oroku Saki, he believed he died in the accident too. (He didnât)
He promised to keep the brothers safe and unharmed for his alien friend (Venus)
Tries his hardest to make Mikey happy, but his overprotectiveness gets ahead of him and ends up babying him
He loves a good murder mystery
When he encountered Venus for the first time after Karaiâs death, he was very upset, but tried to put his anger aside since she almost lost a kid of her own.
He blamed himself for Karaiâs death.
He wishes he was a better person, but he canât find himself to get out of bad habits (his overprotectiveness)
VA Headcanon: Father Alvin (Ancient Magus Bride)
Reference
Masterpost
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt au#teenage mutant ninja turtles au#splinter tmnt#tmnt splinter#tmnt iteration
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Cancer.
Jun knew before Milo even said. How? Was there some kind of unseeable force that tied people together who had gone through this terrible disease? Was it Jun's own medical training? How many times had he shadowed a doctor delivering the bad news? How many scans had he looked over himself as an intern, had he flagged for those suspicious spots that showed up... on the lungs, on the breast, in the bone, or the brain?
He had known even when he got the call from Eomma about Abeoji collapsing at work. Without confirmation, there was a terrible voice in the back of his brain, something robotic, like one of those AI voices programmed to read text out loud. Even as Eomma dismissed things, tried to make the problem seem small, Jun knew that it wasn't.
And so his abeoji had cancer. And his abeoji died, of cancer.
But--
But no, no, no, that-- this was a different story. Jun's defenses riled up against his experience and his grief, reminding him that he didn't have all the facts. Amy was different. Abeoji was a stubborn old fool. He could have lived if he had gone to the hospital sooner, run the tests, talked to his wife, talked to his son in bloody medical school--
If they'd caught it early, then he would have had a better chance.
Amy must have a better chance.
And so Jun probably should have patted Milo shoulder and told him it would be alright, but old habits die hard, or if you are a stubborn Moon, then they do not die at all. And so Jun clasped Milo's shoulder hard and he became a doctor.
"What kind? Do you know the stage? If it is early, you know-- the treatment they have these days, it's very, very good. I still have a medical license, you have to believe me," Jun insisted, as if this was the most comforting thing that he could say. "She won't die, if they caught it early!"
Throw Your Arms Around the World || Moon Dog
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âGeneral hcs; diasomnia editionâ
Characters: malleus, lilia, silver, sebek
Genre: fluff(sprinkle of angst)
Pronouns: he/him(all the characters)
Notes: currently vv tired, and partially suffocating under writers blockâŚbut Iâll be fineee, also no reader btw! just my hcs and thoughts
âSebek Zigvoltâ
⢠where do I start with this lovable crocodile? heâs very passionate and puts his all into things, as we can tell with how hard he works to become a great protector of malleus.
⢠I think heâs very stubborn and has a tendency to just, go instead of stopping and listening, or thinking for that matter. though heâs still quite reliable apart from these tendencies.
⢠like I said above I think heâs very headstrong and if he puts his mind to something, heâll see it through no matter how hard. heâs very dedicated and wonât give up unless it is really necessary(which I find admiral to an extent). thatâs also most likely why he tends to buttheads with silver.
⢠a bit more on the butting heads with silver, while I wonât say silver doesnât take his job seriously he does. itâs just sebeks âdistainâ for humans mostly speaking, and the fact that he canât accept that a âhumanâ can do better than him.
⢠though I do feel like he wouldnât instigate as much after he sees how hard silver works as well,,unless he surpasses him in something. but I think Iâll end sebekâs part here.
âSilverâ
⢠ok I love this sleepyhead as much as I do the crocodile, their both great! anyways heâs very talented with a sword, due to being trained by his father and having kind of a passion for it.
⢠even through his constant sleepiness he achieves so much, whether it be in class or training he works very hard to be on par, with the standards set. though this does end with him passing out at the very end of his schedule usually.
⢠since he tends to attract animals heâs grown into the habit of carrying small snacks for the animals, which doesnât help his case but he doesnât mind. sometimes heâd even hum for the animals which they seem to enjoy.
⢠i feel like a lot of the time when he tries to study he keeps falling asleep so either lilia bring him coffee, or he keeps coffee nearby. in addition to this I think he stays awake easier during sword training, mostly because of how alert he has to be. but! thatâs all for silver(sorry for it being a bit short)
âLilia Vanrougeâ
⢠ah yes the lovely batdad, he like shown in game really doesnât know how to cook. I mean he tries, like really does..itâs just he doesnât have the needed skill, but he has mastered making coffee for the most part probably
⢠he always makes sure to check in with his âkidsâ to make sure theyâve thoroughly taken care of themselves, sometimes he even sings silver lullabies at night, mostly.
⢠lilia is very very open-minded and accepts everyone for who they are, heâs very sweet and looks out for people, albeit in a more teasing way. but he does make sure you know he cares :)
⢠heâs always happy to sit on the sidelines during sword practices, he loves watching how far silver and sebek progress. he cheers them on like the proud dad he is, though heâs never held back on them either
âMalleus Draconiaâ
⢠ah yes tsunotarou, where do I start I personally think it really does make his day when someone comes to talk to him. mostly because everyone stays away for the most part
⢠I feel like he knows how to cook somewhat? it may not be the best but definitely somewhat better than liliaâs cooking. he definitely tries to improve cooking for diasomnia every once and awhile.
⢠I think he definitely sees how much hard work sebek and sliver put in to become good attendants, and of course he really does appreciate it. though I think he would think sebek might need to tone it down, though he truly admires his dedication
⢠along with lilia he likes seeing how far silver and sebek come he enjoys sparring with the two, and learning their techniques. he finds it a bit fascinating how different techniques can be used.
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