#it has been brought to my awareness that i can in fact compromise

[hazmatmaid]

hey so what if...

[felassan]

David Gaider on Zevran, under a cut for length:

"I was going to skip over Zevran, honestly, as I felt like I didn't have a lot to tell in the way of stories about him... but I know he still has some (ardent) fans. Plus, on reflection, I thought maybe I DO have a few things to say. 😅 Sooo we'll see how this goes. Zevran came along much later in the DAO process, as we were trying to round out the cast of party members. Alistair and Morrigan were well underway (as "main" characters, they were concepted very early) and I'd just started to consider who our Rogue followers might be when... things changed, a bit. See, BioWare had released a game not long beforehand called Jade Empire. It had included some same-sex options in its romances - not obscured like the way Juhani's "romance" had been hinted at in KotOR, but explicit. To this day, I have no idea who on the Jade Empire team was behind it, or why. More to the point, the same-sex options had received a lot of attention and praise - almost universal praise, in fact. In 2005, everyone was just pleasantly surprised. And I don't recall if I went to James and asked about it or if he came to me to suggest DAO should include it. The latter, I think."

"You might ask "Aren't you gay, Dave? Weren't you already pushing for this?" And the answer to that is, emphatically, "no, not at all". It might seem odd looking through the lens of 2024, but there was no talk of 'representation' or 'diversity'. Not at any level where we were aware of it, anyhow. Today, fans argue about how MUCH representation to include and whether it's done well enough... the idea that, less than twenty years ago, it being included *at all* was very much in doubt feels so far away. But, back then, I'd always assumed my private life and my work in games would never meet. So I think it was James who brought it up, because I remember being startled. Pleasantly so, of course. Now I had to look at our two rogues and figure out how this would apply. I sketched out the female of the two (who was taken on by Sheryl Chee) and then looked at the male - he who became Zevran. I'd been reading about the CIA and one thing that stuck with me was how they'd (allegedly) recruit gay men as assassins because they rarely had familial ties. Zevran wasn't going to be gay (bisexuality wasn't a question of representation, but a cost-benefit compromise) but that was the inspiration."

"Then there was the question of how "flamboyantly" I was writing this character, whether that might be too stereotypical? I don't remember how it arose, but I had too many "flamboyant" friends to do anything other than double down. This character was gonna be Zorro the goddamn Gay Blade, that's what. So that's how Zevran happened. Fun, a bit nihilistic, maybe a bit too overtly flirty for today's audience but very confidently *sexual*. Everything I'm not, so I'll admit it was an interesting exploration to dig down and find that voice somewhere inside. He was the anti-Alistair, and I needed that. Casting him was difficult. Caroline always tried to go for authentic accents, when we could, but for some reason this was getting us nowhere. I think back, and I suspect it's because I hadn't yet learned the lesson to not use terms in casting descriptions I thought were universal... but were not. What do I mean by that? Well, there was one write-up that said "drow elf". Now, I know what a drow elf is. It wasn't even important to the description, but the director saw the word "elf", and you know what we got back? A Keebler elf. Like a leprachaun, high and sweet and cutsie. Can you imagine?"

"In this case, I think it was the use of the word "assassin". Combine that with the sorts of roles many Hispanic actors in LA probably are asked to play, and all the auditions we were getting were 150% dark, mean, and gritty. 🫠 So we widened the casting call a bit, and this led us to Jon Curry. I knew Jon wasn't Hispanic, but what I wasn't prepared for when I flew down to meet the DAO actors was that he's this extremely tall, extremely Nordic looking dude who just happened to do the most amazing Antonio Banderas impression. Watching THAT man channel Zevran was... more than a bit surreal. 😅 And he had fun with it. As soon as we gave him the go ahead to play the fun and flirtiness to the hilt, that's exactly what he did. Over the few days where we found Zevran's voice, it totally supplied me with something I could hold in my head when I went back to Edmonton and finished writing him. Zevran was funny enough that the fans liked him. The only part of the reception I thought odd was the occasional comment by a male player who felt "tricked" into having sex with Zevran. "You mean... that part where he invites you to his tent for a sensual massage?" "Yes! I was expecting a massage!" "He literally says the massage is sensual." "Well he wasn't clear enough!" This is where I first came to the conclusion that a certain number of our players just don't know how to people. And that maybe an adjustment to the way we approached the messaging (or massaging lol) of romance was in order. If I could go back, would I change anything? Maybe I'd remind the systems team Zevran should really be able to pick a lock. And maybe not allow him to die. We had no idea we'd need to import these choices into the future - we kinda thought DAO was "one and done". Not so much, as it turned out. 😁"

[source thread]

David Gaider: "there's something to be said about how Zevran flirted and even had sex with you because he thought that's all he had to offer... not just you, but anyone. And when he realized you wanted something deeper, suddenly he was on unsteady ground and it truly unsettled him. It was fun to explore." [source]

User: "So David - besides loving the fact that the third image you picked is a gay sex scene - what happened in DA2(DAE - come on) with Zevrans design?" David Gaider: "Check the ALT text. It wasn’t a custom sculpt, so that’s as close as they could get it. Which… was not close." [source]

User: "Just to make sure I fully understand: the director (was it the voice director?) saw the word "elf" and thought you were looking for someone high, sweet, and cutesie?" David Gaider: "Yeah, this was from back before we managed VO in-house. The voice director in this case just didn’t have an association with “elf” like some familiar with fantasy would." [source]

[brokenhardies]

DESCENDANTS PLOT BUNNIES

so i was inspired by @daughter-of-melpomene to make some official summaries of my descendants plot bunnies/story concepts! its mainly linked to the brat series, but also has a pair of stories that have been living in my head for a while

Keziah, daughter of Emperor Kuzco and Empress Melina, Carlos ship, Isabel Merced FC. The protagonist of the brat series, member of the Auradon High Drama Club and a loudmouth gossip with a flair for the dramatics. Due to being next in line for the throne - and not wanting a similar situation to what happened to Kuzco to happen - Melina begged Adam to bring Keziah into Auradon, in spite of her lineage not being recognised there. Keziah sees the VKs arrival into Auradon as a great way to get more members into the fledgling drama club, and winds up picking Carlos completely by coincidence mostly due to him being the one to bump into her first. Later, due to her minor knowledge on potions thanks to Yzma, she recognises that the VKs have basically drugged Ben, but chooses to keep it a secret to keep Carlos safe (not realising that she has a major crush on him and he has a similar one on her)

Kendra, daughter of Kenai and Nita, Anna Lambe FC. A member of the Auradon High Drama Club and Keziah's best friend - mostly due to both feeling like outcasts to the culture of Auradon due to coming from outside of the area. Kendra was accepted into Auradon as a compromise from King Beast, after Kenai and Nita discovered that Kenai's brother Denahi was going to be sent to the Isle of the Lost as punishment for trying to kill Kenai - basically Kendra was brought to Auradon in order to keep Denahi from being classified as a villain. Kendra is - by technicality - a 'bear-shifter', being able to transform at will if she needs be thanks to the influence of the Great Spirits on her family line, but has enhanced speed and strength in her humanoid form and can communicate with animals, a trait that works quite well with her job working at the rescue shelter that Duke comes from. Kendra's also an activist, constantly running into problems that she wants to fix, and is one of the main voices trying to get other VKs off of the Isle of the Lost due to her own experience nearly losing her uncle

Neveah Maldonia, daughter of Tiana and Naveen, Kiana Maderia FC. Brought to Auradon on a 'princess' scholarship from New Orleans, Kiana is a member of the Auradon High Drama Club and is close friends with Keziah and Kendra. She's often the voice of reason between Keziah's overdramatic nature and Kendra's stubbornness, however, she can be a bit of a workaholic, much like her mom. She's well aware that she was mostly brought in due to her dad's role as prince of Maldonia - which she isn't due to him basically giving up the throne to his 6 year old younger brother to live in New Orleans with Tiana - so she makes up for it by working her ass off, doing multiple extracurriculars, and even being cool with Keziah bringing in a VK to the Drama Club as she treats it like a 'rehabilitation program' that will be good on her resume. She's also really good at baking, and tends to bring in treats for the club - which was how Keziah pretty much bribed Carlos to stick around

Hadley Hearts, daughter of the Queen of Hearts, Mal ship, Madison Davenport FC. Older sister of Red and eldest daughter of the Queen of Hearts, Hadley was brought to the Isle as punishment by her mother for not wanting to become Queen of Wonderland. Much like her sister, Hadley is rebellious and free-spirited, wanting to get a chance away from her mother to become stronger and more independent, minus her mother's smothering nature. While on the Isle, Hadley befriended Uma and Mal, actually dating Mal for a few years until they had a nasty break up that also involved Harry Hook. When Mal returns to the Isle in order to save Ben from Uma's crew, Hadley's feelings for Mal start to come bubbling back to the surface, in spite of the fact that she and Ben are 'on a break'. They get back together, with Ben instead getting with Uma between Descendants 2 and 3

Ruby Hood, daughter of Robin Hood, Evie ship, Luca Hollestelle FC. Originally from the Sherwood Forest, Ruby and her parents were forcibly moved from their fey home to Auradon when she was a child after Belle and Beast were married. In spite of feeling displaced from her original home, Ruby befriended Ben and the pair became quite close, with Ruby acting as Ben's bodyguard and confidant in the lead-up to his coronation. She's very mature and kind-hearted, with a love for animals and mischief, often throwing little, harmless pranks in order to pass the time, and frequently getting away with them due to Ben vouching for her. Unfortunately, this hits a slight snag when she meets Evie, and because her way of showing love is relentless pranking, she tries to get Chad 'out of the picture' by humiliating him, which many blame on Evie due to her being a VK. They eventually start dating, mostly due to Evie publicly calling out Chad for using her for her intelligence instead of actually being in love with her, and them getting together at the coronation

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[idyllanth]

Proviso, the MVP of every Trading Post around, actually fills an interesting niche in Arknights worldbuilding.

She has a unique position in the context of the overall Kazimierz narrative, a playable character that's neither a knight nor knight-adjacent but rather purely in the business side of things as a lawyer. Her introduction to the story gives another perspective to life in capitalist Kazimierz, particularly the dynamics of its industries.

In my reading, Proviso has always been an idealistic sort of person, but the capitalist ethos of Kazimierz and the way it treats justice had effectively shackled her from acting on her ideals. She's not really a "bad guy" if only rendered morally gray, because the system of justice and capitalism in Kazimierz puts much value to winning regardless of ethical cost. Her character struggle has been her being complicit to this system while trying to do right for the wrongs that she enables, ultimately being someone who works as a lawyer to make a living and, after which, to make amends.

This idealism is particularly represented in her OpRec, in the parts of the narrative regarding her thesis, which was recommended revisions in-universe:

But when the topic of "justice" is brought up, as well as when seeking any kind of deontological ethical foothold in Kazimierz's current legal system, we must consider the ever-encroaching, foundational influence that capitalism has on the values of the general public... —Excerpts from Deszcz's graduation thesis, "The Conflict, Reconciliation, and Imagined Future of Kazimierz's Present Legislature with Regards to Trade Capital"

Throughout her OpRec, her Vignette story, and character files, Proviso is frequently shown trying to do right for the people(s) that she essentially wrongs as the opposing counsel. Regardless, she willingly participates in the charade of due process because, of course, it's her job. Perhaps one can say that a particular effect of the Kazamierzan capitalist ethos is an emphasis on the value of winning and profit; and to make a living, Proviso is forced to comply to this system. This, of course, leaves her ultimately jaded in her life and in her beliefs.

The courtroom is a place of victory and defeat. Both sides submit their evidence, and their disputes are arbitrated within the confines of the law. I never expected to find any justice in that process, but when the law can be freely trampled on by capitalism, being a lawyer gets real boring, don't you think? —Proviso, Talk after Promotion 2

It can be said the Proviso herself is a victim of the capitalist structure of Kazimierz, as she effectively feels forced to compromise on her ideals. As she represents and pursues victory for perhaps less-than-noble entities, what she can only do is find her own ways to make up for it after the fact as seen in her files and stories, where she donates her earnings (Archive File 2) and she gives a tip to the opposition through means that could get her disbarred (Vignette). Nevertheless, she is not blind to her own nature and how what she enables is ultimately not a noble, "proper" justice. Here are two separate conversations in her vignette that show this self-awareness:

Młynar: I don't need to hear yet another story of a lawyer seeking to right the world's wrongs. Deszcz: Righting the world's wrongs? I certainly wouldn't say that... This is just my job.

and

Deszcz: And here I was thinking a well-intentioned lawyer representing these poor villagers would look down on a firm that specializes in corporate clients. Hamm: No, I've never thought like that... A lawyer's job is to fight for their clients, no matter who they are. There's nothing I can say to that. Deszcz: Even if it's to help large corporations squeeze out innocent and helpless civilians? There's no justice in that, is there?

Her joining Rhodes Island was a significant development to her character—it reflects a change within her from being resigned and complicit to the status quo, to instead desiring to be part of something bigger that has more tangible power to affect systemic change, being in a better position to act on the justice she holds. Her character doesn't actually develop much beyond this due to her latest appearance in the chronology being her vignette, which should be prior to her joining RI, and that's fine. Her still being a meticulous, rules-lawyering victory-at-all-costs woman stays true to her character within the context of the narrative—she was a lawyer within the ruthless, capitalist Kazimierzian justice system, and her position as a lawyer within the concept of due process meant her duty was to represent the legal rights of a person or entity, regardless guilt and morality. This time, though, she is working for a company that, in her eyes, is trying to do good and would be a better platform for her to act on her ideals.

Another interesting tidbit: stars were a particularly consistent symbol used in stories and writeups related to Proviso's character. To enumerate:

In her character files, she mentions giving up her old job in Longrein because "she saw the stars"

In her Vignette story (which is literally named Only the Stars), she wonders where the stars of Libra are. This is likely the actual point in time for the previous bullet.

In her OpRec, she says, "No one can see the stars above until all the neon lights are turned off."

There's a strong argument to say that the stars are representative to the sense of justice and ideals that she had lost. This symbolism also works with her line in her OpRec, as the very neon lights of the Kazimierz skyline had polluted the skies and leave no stars to be seen, which is a clear metaphor for how the capitalist nature of Kazimierz had devoured the justice she had once stood for. It is only after the events of the Kazmierz Major (throughout Maria Nearl and Near Light) that she finally saw the stars again, gaining an interest in RI and inspired to live her life anew.

[davidmariottecomics]

The 6 Figure Theory

Hello! 

In today's blog, I'm getting *spicy*! In that I have a hot take that is of course related to the current state of the entertainment industry, but isn't as directly about comics or writing or editing or what you might usually expect. Anyway, let's get to it! 

The 6 Figure Theory The 6 Figure Theory states that once an individual is earning $100,000, to maintain that level of pay, they must sacrifice some level of morality. It only applies to individuals making over $100K annually--not families where multiple incomes may combine to be over $100K. And the level of morality sacrificed is hard to quantify, both because morality is deeply personal and often hard to quantify for an individual and because the extremes one is willing to go to are likely tied to the level of money being brought in. 

So, for example, let's say you're a big shot Hollywood executive who has been paid $500 MILLION over the course of about 5 years. Let's say you're making "384 times the average pay of a Hollywood writer." Chances are you are out of touch with reality and willing to make a bunch of business decisions that make you look like an incompetent asshole. Maybe you'll cancel competed and even released work as a way of getting tax write-offs. Maybe you'll attempt to sell your film music catalog. Maybe you'll repeatedly not come to the table in any sort of reasonable way in such a way that multiple unions go on strike. Maybe you'll spend your time at a retreat for some of the wealthiest people in the world turning down Venmo requests from the people whose projects you've canceled to save a dime. Maybe you'll be described as the most hated man in Hollywood.

Now, that's just one extreme example. He's so incredibly highly paid--if he was willing to just not take a salary for 5 years, he could single-handedly pay out the proposal amount from the WGA. And, let me check my notes, he would still be incredibly, unjustly wealthy and live his extravagant life. That's the sort of money that allows true ignorance. 

I don't know anyone making David Zaslav money, personally. And I'm pretty glad to not. But even at the lower side of that 6 figure theory, there are people who are being paid to make decisions that may compromise their morals--from freezing pay rates to letting people go to instituting AI. Or, maybe you're making that and can remain morally upright in your work, but like... become an anti-vaxxer or something. 

It's easy to look at the wealthy and famous and see issues. Humans are inherently fallible and scrutiny goes harder with more public visibility. But I have to wonder, truly, to what extent higher wages correspond with lower ethics. And I think that's a question a lot of folks are asking on the picket line now too. Make sure you send them your support, whether through the Entertainment Community Fund or direct action with SAG-AFTRA or the WGA. I have not specifically seen picketing actions at SDCC, but obviously, be aware and supportive if they happen. And I saw things like the Venture Bros creators pulling out of the show (though I'm unclear on if the new movie will still be debuting regardless). You don't have to cancel your streaming platforms--in fact, largely the request has been the opposite because the concern is fewer people on a streamer will be used as data justification that the work of actors and writers doesn't make enough difference to maintain an audience and therefore their labor is less valuable. And, finally, there are other unions going on strike, like UPS, and they deserve your support too. 

Passing $5 Back-and-forth Infinitely Forever

It stinks that this has to come back to those of us who are making less to support each other. But whether it's because there's increased morality for folks making lower wages (and, I'd describe the shrinking middle class as that) or, maybe, it's less a matter of morality than community and solidarity (though... I'd contest those are inextricably linked), it does come to us standing together. And sometimes, it means doing what little we can, supporting each other back-and-forth with the same $5. 

With that rant out of the way, see ya at SDCC next week! 

What I enjoyed this week: Blank Check (Podcast), Craig of the Creek (Cartoon), Honkai Star Rail (Video game) Yu-Gi-Oh: Duel Links (Video game), My Adventures with Superman (Cartoon), the beach, Girly Drinks by Mallory O'Meara (Book), The Broken Room by Peter Clines (Book), Crime Scene Kitchen (TV show), all the folks I've seen being supportive of the joint WGA/SAG-AFTRA strike--including the many folks changing their SDCC plans, getting closer to finalized on SDCC plans myself! Oh, and I forgot to mention it a couple weeks ago, but Poison Ivy: Thorns by Kody Keplinger & Sara Kipin slaps. 

New Releases this week (7/12/2023): I didn't have any new releases this week, but it was a pretty big week for IDW as a whole!  Eddie Campbell's The Second Fake Death of Eddie Campbell & The Fate of the Artist, Van Jensen & Jesse Lonergan's Arca, the first issues of Stephen Mooney and David Messina's The Rocketeer: In the Den of Thieves, G. Willow Wilson, Chris Wildgoose, and Msassky's The Hunger and the Dusk, and the second issue of Andrew Wheeler and Ilias Kyriazis's Cat Fight, the My Little Pony 40th Anniversary Special, plus more TMNT and Trek than you can shake a stick at! 

New Releases next week (7/19/2023): Also an off week, but there's somehow even more TMNT to check out, plus the start of our big Star Trek event: Day of Blood! 

Final Order Cut-Off next week (7/17/2023 - AKA Preorder Deadline) Godzilla: Monsters & Protectors - All Hail the King! TPB (Editor)

Announcements:

I'll be at San Diego Comic-Con! I'll see you at Sonic the Hedgehog: Speeding to the 900th Adventure on Sunday at 10, room 25ABC! If we've planned something, I'll see ya there too! And if not, y'know, at least let me know you'll be around and hopefully we run into each other! 

I'm now on Patreon! A big part of it is a new way of accessing this very blog! But I'm also going to be updating it with some other cool stuff soon--from exclusive blogs to old scripts and pitch materials that I can share to funky one-off videos/podcasts (?) to group funded new comics pages! And there'll even be updates during SDCC (thanks, pre-scheduling)! 

Do you not want to read this pitch for my Patreon? Good news: If you subscribe to it, this is cut out from the blog! Ooo aah!

Lastly, because of SDCC, expect no or a very short blog next week. And Becca's Twitch stream won't be back until the 25th, I believe. But in the meantime, Becca's own Patreon has been very active, including some stuff they recently drew on stream! And their webshop is current (though orders won't ship til after SDCC). It's Non-Binary Awareness week and San Diego Pride, so now's a good time to support them! 

Pic of the Week:

I was in Old Town earlier this week and saw this very fun display of "Sonic" hats. Love that they come in every color. 

[rileythelonelyalien]

Dottore x GN! reader: Medical ordeals

A/N: Hello! it's been a hot minute since my last post apologies for that, I've been quite held up with all my courses but I have some time off now so hopefully I'll be writing up all the idea I have saved up but for now I do hope you enjoy this fan fiction . This one is in fact based around an experience I've actually been through .

cw: description of a bad medical experience , mentions of blood.

You and Dottore had only become an item a short while ago , although feelings had blossomed much further back it had only become an official thing as of late. 

Dottore being a man of science and arguably medicine (albeit the medicine and ‘cures’ he provides are not orthodox to what a morally sound doctor would prescribe) over the time that he has known you he has done his best to collect medical records of yours so that he was aware what either ails you or what you would be prone too. However, try as he might he could never manage to find or secure your dental records and so he had to turn to his last option, asking you himself. Of course, he had asked you to bring anything concerning the matter to him under the premises that he needed more data for a statistic table that he was drawing up , although this was not the case.

You enter his lab the lights just as blindingly bright as always as you walk further into the sterile environment making sure to not touch anything as you wouldn't want to compromise your boyfriends work because of something so trivial. Tightly clutching you proceeded further into the laboratory. As you make your way to the back which is where your lover is most likely is, you notice a few of his clones working some of them were already acquainted with you and in your presence sent you a small wave before continuing their assigned tasks. However, some of the others who were still in the process of warming up to you snarled at you some even hissing , quote the amusing sight yet still very threatening. Doing your best to pay this unusual behaviour no mind , you quicken your pace once his desk come into view with his back facing you. Cautious to not startle the man you walk around the desk so that he is able to see your figure and alert him that you have arrived. Gently setting down the papers you give him a gentle smile. He brings his head up from the paper filled with many equations and diagrams scrawled on with seeming quick haste , he brings his face to look at yours. Somehow he claims he can see perfectly even with his mask on that looks like it covers his eyes , you struggle to comprehend just how he has managed to do this but knowing his genius this was entirely probable. Beneath his mask you watch his features soften and a sharp toothed smile take over the previous frown that was etched onto his face. Yet before you could point anything out or begin to say anything he quickly picks up the papers you had brought him flicking though them reading them at an incredible pace , although this may have been an adaptation in order for him to reduce time wasted on reading so that he can progress even faster with his projects none the less it was still immensely impressive. 

You decide to sit down on one of the few chairs by his desk and wait patiently until he finishes. A loud slamming of papers sounds thought the lab , Dottore has quickly set down the papers you had brought to him , the abruptness of the sudden sound making you jump slightly. You tilt your head slightly as you gently ask your lover ‘ Is everything okay ?’ you watch his features change from annoyance to a much softer expression at the mere sound of your voice. After a few moments of silence, he offers you a reply ‘ There seems to be some missing parts to your documents , do you happen to know what happened ?’ at the mention of this your expression changes ,your mouth in resemblances of an ‘o’ as you realise what he was talking about ‘Ah, that….’ you hesitate. Dottore leans in closer so that his face is closer to your own and places his hand on top of yours as if to provide some comfort and as a way of reassurance that what ever you say to him will be safe. With this gesture from him you feel much more comfortable in explaining everything to him. 

You take a small breath before conveying what happened in that one undocumented appointment:

You were young and were taken to the dentists in order to get a check up however this ended up with the need of tooth extraction… Unfortunately for you this was not going to be a straight forward as they promised it would be. You were sat in that chair a clear liquid being put onto your gums they were meant to stop any pain form affecting you , yet it wasn't taking effect. Despite knowing this they did not look to find a solution to this and proceeded with the extraction. Metal tools clamping down on your tooth steadying themselves in order to rip it out. Within moments the tooth is pulled out with immense force you could hear your own screams echo through the halls as your mouth began to pool with blood. The throbbing pain echoed thought your mouth and face with tears spilling over and running down your cheeks. This was a moment in your youth you would never forget. The emotionless faces that inflicted such pain on you the lights shining into your face and eyes , the throbbing pain. Everything was etched into your mind. Yet despite this entire ordeal the clinic that you had went to wanted to keep their pristine record of always satisfied patients and so they wiped this appointment and the results clean from any records that would exist. Of course, they are not able to erase someone's memory.

As you finish relating this story to him you noticed how his hand now gripped yours , tight but not tight enough to cause you any harm his face now contorted into a scowl. This was not what he was expecting to hear not in the slightest , although he has witnessed much worse when he conducts his experiments but when it came to you it was … different. You were worthy of being treated like the most precious jewels , so gracefully without bringing you any harm and yet some had the audacity to do such a sloppy job and dare to cover their tracks? Not on his watch. ‘Dottore? I hope this hasn't upset you dear’ You try to bring Dottore back from his thoughts yet as soon as you utter out those few words Dottore quickly proceeds to grab both of your hands with his own. ‘What a bunch of preposterous fools , treating you so poorly have no shame to act in such a way in the name of medicine?!?’ The hypocrisy from him was intense yet you were oblivious to his medical ‘ordeals’ and such his statement seemed comforting. He brings a gloved hand up to touch your cheek staring into your eyes through his mask ‘ My love in my hands you will only be treated with the upmost of care I can assure you with that!’ he vows to you. Being so infatuated with him all you can do it lean into his touch and hum in approval ‘I know my doctor will take good care of me’ you state before kissing his palm. 

[saintvainglorious]

Fics I Enjoyed in September & October

Includes 10 fics from the following fandoms: Black Sails, Captive Prince, DC Comics, Harry Potter, Star Wars

Compromising by samvelg Star Wars | Gen | 13k | Not Rated

Five times Admiral Piett misunderstands the nature of Luke and Vader's relationship, and the one time he doesn't.

Paternal Relations by willowcrowned/@willowcrowned Star Wars | Gen | 1k | Teen & Up

“No,” Vader says, “I am your father.” Every bit of the pain, the terror, and the rage that have been flooding Luke’s senses is completely drowned out by utter confusion. What, he thinks, the fuck. Then, a sinking feeling completely overtakes him. The Force is telling him the truth of Vader’s words— he can feel them resonating, falling along invisible threads and weaving their way through his being— but there’s something not quite right about them. Vader is his father, at least technically, but there’s something he’s missing, something that he— Oh shit, Luke thinks, Vader is my dad’s ex-husband.

What Lurks in the Dark by DragonflyBreak Star Wars | Gen | 155k | Teen & Up | Part 1 of Along a Different Path

A simple mission to check out an abandoned weapons factory turns into a dangerous fight for survival. Trust is broken, loyalties will be tested, and dark secrets are brought to light. Because sooner or later, the truth always comes out.

Lovefool by Kittendiamore Captive Prince | Damen/Laurent | 5k | General Audiences

It starts, embarrassingly enough, with an ad from Craigslist: "I’m a 21 y.o art student (male), writing a thesis on the relationship between performance and the awareness of the audience. You don’t care about that. I’m an actor offering to give you the most dramatic night of your life. I’ll be your date to any event/function/family gathering, and convince your friends/family members that I’m either: the biggest mistake of your life or the best thing that ever happened to you. Up to you. I’m very good at what I do."

all this and heaven too by spinawren/@wrenaspun Captive Prince | Damen/Laurent | 15k | Mature | Part 1 of selkieverse

Laurent felt his mouth twist. “You want me to stay, but not enough to do anything about it.” Damen’s expression softened. “I wouldn’t make you stay,” he said, “for the world.” He said, “Laurent, it would be such a sacrifice.”

we shall be free; we shall find peace by mediant/@blorb-el DC Comics | Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne | 36k (WIP) | Mature

Clark has accepted what it means to be Lex's prisoner - the pain of the Green, the experiments, the hands on it. The long years buried in its containment cell, let out only to act as Lex's weapon, as Lex's tool. It had fought back at first, but years have ground it down and away to almost nothing. Then Lex hands it a baby. And Clark realizes that while it may have hurt humans, and lied about what it is, and it may deserve to be locked away - Kon deserves to be free.

thieves by Ajaxthegreat Black Sails | James Flint/Charles Vane | 4k (WIP) | Explicit

“I’m not averse,” Vane says, and Flint marvels at it: his ability to be so entirely straightforward, his total lack of shame or subtext.

Theories of Magic and Mind by M_Leigh/@morgan-leigh Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 28k | Teen & Up

“Pensieves are subjective, just like memories are,” Remus continued. “So I can’t just—pull out memories of Hogwarts and play them like films for you to show you exactly what happened. A lot of it is sort of fuzzy and fragmented and it’s not a reliable record of events. But I thought it might be helpful.” Sirius considered the fact that circumspect, reserved Remus Lupin was offering to crack open his mind and let Sirius inside. “All right then.” Memory magic, across three eras.

Light in August by orestesfasting Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 21k | Explicit

Summer, 1977. With the full moon approaching, Sirius heads up to the Lupins' countryside cottage to make himself useful. Or to make a complete and utter arse out of himself, because really, that's all he can seem to do around Remus these days.

Born Under Punches by orestesfasting Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 13k | Mature

The truth is that he’s kept this love on the back burner of his heart for so many years that he’s grown accustomed to the smell and can sometimes almost ignore it completely. He likes to think he’s made peace with the fact that he’ll never know what it tastes like.

Frog and Toad Aren't Friends Anymore by swordfishtrombones Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 10k | Mature

“Is this really all because I wouldn’t live with you?” Remus is still feeling a little fuzzy, but he’s beginning to get chilly and fed up, and he wants to be on common ground. “Some people just aren’t good flatmates. I wasn’t trying to say I liked Adrian and Mary better than you, or whatever you’re thinking.” Sirius runs a hand through his hair and squints at the streetlight, twisting his mouth like Remus is truly hopeless. “It hurt,” says Sirius, “my feelings.”

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Mary Todd pt 11

ao3 Beginning Previous

“You’re going to be fine,” Jason said as they pulled ever closer to Wayne Manor.

Marinette took a deep breath as she fiddled with the hem of her blouse. “It’s just…Batman hates me.”

“No, he doesn’t!” Jason scoffed.

“Yes! He does!” Marinette groaned, “He hates that I got promoted so young. I know he doesn’t think I’m capable. And the first time we met I…”

“Oh God Pixie!” Jason exclaimed, “What did you do?”

Marinette looked to the roof of Jason’s SUV as if it’s tan coloring could give her some form of peace in what had to be the most nerve racking experience of her life. “I might have called him a color-blind hypocritical bastard who didn’t know a good decision from a nervous break, and to get out of Paris before I used his stupid cape to hang him from the top of the Eiffel Tower until he apologized.”

“Apologized for what?”

“For calling me an inexperienced child with no right or authority act on my own. Even though I had been doing just fine before they decided to but in. Thankfully Diana was there to smooth things over and make sure we came to a compromise.”

Jason threw back his head and laughed loud and clear. In fact he was laughing so hard, Marinette was a little worried they would drift off the road. But still, it was good to hear her brother laugh so loud and so genuine, especially after the heavy conversation of the night before. It brought a smile to her face, and eased some of the tension in her shoulders, and even drug a few giggles of her own to the surface.

“Pixie!” Jason finally declared, “I think your going to be just fine. B is a hard ass, and he’s been called far worse than that. Believe me! I’m the one who did it. If he was hostile to you before, then it was just because his emotional stupidity, paranoia, and childish arrogance was getting in the way. He doesn’t like not knowing things, and you were actively keeping things from him all while inadvertently, and unknowingly if I might add, gaining more power and influence with the JL in a week, than he could in a month!”

“Batman is the most respected and influential member of the League!” Marinette argued, “Just because I rose through the ranks quickly, doesn’t mean I’m a threat to his leadership. Besides the only reason I’m a senior member is because of Diana.”

Jason shook his head in confusion, “How can you be so confident and self-deprecating at the same time!”

Marinette snorted and watched the suburbs give way to the forests and walls of hidden mansions. “I know who I am,” she said definitively, “But I also know what I am not. I know I’m a bad-ass superhero who has saved the world more times than I can count. But I also know I’m a terrible conversationalist. An absolute clutz, and socially awkward to the point of crippling anxiety. Anxiety that I have had to continuously stomp on rather than deal with for fear of ending all of existence! Which makes me probably more emotionally stunted than the entire Batclan combined. Meaning the only thing keeping me together is a thin veil of calm, confidence, and sarcasm. It’s called self-awareness, Jay-Jay, you should try it some time.”

She glanced as her brother’s face from the corner of her eye. She smirked at the look of pure stupefied bewilderment on his face, as he tried to process everything she just said and come to terms with it. She wasn’t afraid of him taking it the wrong way. It was all the truth. Thanks to the Amazons she had reached a point to where she was satisfied with herself. She still had a long way to go, but she could face her demons without collapsing in a wheezing puddle of self-doubt and gloom anymore. Now she just laughed at them while powerwalking in the opposite direction. So still not exactly health, but, you know, progress.

Finally, Jason shook his head and said, “Pix, you’re going to be fine. And as for B, forget him! I do. Besides, I know for a fact that he respects you.”

“Really?” Marinette said raising an eyebrow in skepticism. “How?”

“Because he’s scared of you,” Jason said with the most self-satisfied shit eating grin possible.

Marinette barked a laugh and rolled her eyes, “The big bad Batman? Defender of the literal city of chaos, de-facto leader of the Justice League, Earth’s greatest heroes, is afraid of an eighteen year old girl from Paris! Yeah, sure Jay-Jay!”

“I’m serious!” Jason exclaimed, “Look, just listen. B is a paranoid bastard, yes?”

“I suppose.”

“He knows everyone’s secret identity. He has contingencies for his contingencies. And he makes sure to know everybody’s weaknesses, so that even if he can’t overpower them, he can still defeat them. And no one, no one, gets a seat at the big table without his say so. But then you come along. A young, unknown hero, half his age, with no training or experience wielding the very forces of nature!”

“I guess I can see where that could be concerning.”

“But!” Jason continued, “Despite your age and lack of training you proceed to win. And you keep winning against villains and threats that would have put half the League out of commission, including Superman. You never ask for help, in fact you passionately deny help, but you just keep winning. It’s insane that you were even able to beat your first akuma much less the thousands that came after it!”

“I wasn’t that hopeless!”

Jason gave her a disbelieving look before continuing, “And then you stand up to him. You stand up to the big bad Bat, which pretty much everyone in the League has trouble doing. But you still do it, and in the end he is the one who has to back down. B never backs down. Trust me! After you’re first meeting, it was so tense in the cave, I don’t think even Demon Spawn's katana could have cut through it.”

“It’s not like I had a choice!” Marinette cried, “He was being an ass, and if he had come into Paris, he would have killed everybody! I wouldn’t have been able to beat an akumatized Batman and that is a fact!”

“Well that doesn’t matter anymore,” Jason said softly at the reminder of everything his sister had been through. But then he perked up as he continued, “But the icing on the cake is this. He didn’t know you. He didn’t know your identity. He didn’t know your weaknesses. He knows everything, but about you, your powers, your flaws, your life, he knew nothing! And according to you, he would never find anything because of magic! He hates magic.”

“Which is why he hates me!” Marinette exclaimed thumping her arm rest.

Jason shook his head, “Which is why he fears you. He has no knowledge and, therefore, no power over you. But you keep gaining power. I mean if you can stop a weather witch from ending the world with a comet and a volcano with nothing but a rubber band when you were fourteen and without training, then imagine what you’ll be capable of when you’re…thirty and in complete control of yourself and your powers! You’re a threat. And your quick placement in League's leadership only cements that, especially because, once again, he knows nothing about you.”

Marinette opened her mouth to protest, but then shut it. She gave the situation actual thought, and soon a big smile almost identical to her brother’s stretched across her face, “Oh my kwami! Batman’s afraid of me!”

The siblings dissolved into laughter at the thought. Marinette couldn’t believe it. It was gratifying, and a little terrifying to know she had unconsciously gained such a man’s fear as the Batman’s. it was insane to think about the terror of Gotham being anything close to fearful of her. But she couldn’t deny it. All of his actions. All of his aggression, annoyance, and hostility towards her, were not the marks of hatred but of fear. It was hilarious, because even with all her powers and responsibilities, she was still just Marinette. Calm and anxious. Clusty and composed. Professional and manic. She was a mass of contradictions that made even her head spin sometimes. No one had ever been actively afraid of her. They had been threatened by her, but not afraid! And yet…

Marinette shook her head as her laughter finally subsided, “Well, whether he’s afraid of me or not, it doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t like me. Which means the rest of the family won’t either.”

Jason scoffed as he turned down a new street, “First of all, that’s ridiculous. The rest of the family doesn’t care two cents about Bruce’s opinions unless it’s about a case. And you’re not a case. Besides, their already inclined to like you! I mean, Dick was practically bouncing off the walls this morning. Steph has been practically buzzing with excitement. Cass and Alfred have been fixing your favorite foods all day.”

“How do they know what my favorite foods are?” Marinette interrupted.

“Tim cyber-stalked you to learn what your favorite foods are,” Jason said without breaking stride, “Babs helped…well all of them. Duke has been playing Ultimate Mega Strike V all day in an attempt to ‘provide you with worthy challenge.’ What exactly does he mean by that?”

Marinette blushed into the window, “I might be the world champion at UMSV as well as the national and international champion of other five other similar fighting games. Wait, I thought you stalked me. How did you not know about that?”

Jason shook his head in pure astonishment, “I saw a bunch of certificates on your social media with a bunch of complicated acronyms. I assumed they were good, and I was proud. But I did not ‘stalk’ you. I just checked in as often as I could when I wasn’t on missions.”

“Mmhm,” Marinette said skeptically, “And how often was that like ten times a day.”

“No!” Jason insisted, “Three.”

Marinette threw back her head and laughed. “Ok, and what about Damian?”

Jason rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry about Demon Spawn, his opinion isn’t worth the spit he throws at you. He’s worse than B. Super self-conscious, and paranoid. Plus it doesn’t help that his first instinct is to stab anyone he considers a threat. But he’s getting better! Last week, he only tried to kill me twice, which is a vast improvement.”

“I…don’t know if I should be concerned or amused.”

“Be both! Both is good,” Jason said with an easy smile, which was becoming easier and easier the longer he was in Marinette’s presence.

Marinette smiled, as they pulled into the ridiculously long driveway of Wayne Manor. She had never expected things to go this smoothly. She still felt a tension of fear at the base of her skull. It was a fear that she had had for as long as she could remember, and while she had gotten very good at ignoring it. It had never gone away.

“What if they leave me?” the voice born of that tension seemed to say, “What if they decide I’m not worth it? What if they take me away? What if I’m not good enough? What if I’m a burden? What if I fail them?”

According to the parenting books her mom had, these thought were normal for adopted children. Knowing that she wasn’t alone in her fears had helped, but that didn’t make the tension go away. The tension of knowing, that she was one police siren away from being taken from everything she had ever loved…again. Hawkmoth had only made the tension worse and the voice louder. But now that time was over. Now the battle had been won, and she was here in the car with her brother about to meet the rest of his family.

After they had cried and held each other, they had talked of everything and nothing. And the longer they talked and the more they had shared, the easier it had become for Jay. She could see it. The tension in his shoulders was relaxing. The fire in his eyes was calming. The hesitance he had shown in connecting with her was ebbing away with every minute they were together. But her tension was still there. She was growing more and more comfortable with him. Smiling and laughing with him was easier too. And at times, it felt as if a great weight had lifted off her chest since having him beside her. Since knowing he was ok. But there was still that voice. There was still that fear, that one day she would leave him in a room alone, and not be able to come back. Not even to say goodbye.

Whatever the future held, whatever the universe had in store for them, Marinette never wanted to go through that pain again. And at that moment the biggest threat to her and her brother’s future as a family, was Bruce Wayne and his gaggle of vigilantes.

With practiced calm and carelessness, Marinette chuckled and said, “Ok but what about Bruce. I mean fear isn’t exactly the best path towards a trusting relationship.”

Jason heaved a great sigh as his voice took on a more serious tone. “Look,” he said, “As much as I hate to admit it. Bruce isn’t the worst guardian. I…there was a time I considered him my dad. But I doubt he ever considered me his son. I know he doesn’t anymore. I’m a disappointment to him. But he still wants me in the family. Alfred calls and drags me to family dinners. Bruce respects my territory. Dick practically kidnaps me for family movie nights, and other such nonsense. The point is, it doesn’t matter what labels we have for each other. We’re family. We care. Personally, I care more about my brothers than B. But I know he does to, so it all balances out. Just don’t tell them I said that. I have a rep to maintain after all.

“But here’s the thing. You are a hundred times better than me in every way. And you’re family. That is something B understands. He wouldn’t have feared you if he didn’t respect you. And now he knows you. Now you’re connected to him. Now you’re family. Which…again as much as I hate to admit it…means more to him than any trust he could get from knowing your weaknesses and making contingency plans. So don’t worry about B. If he, or Damian, does anything to hurt or disrespect you, I will personally punch them both in the face with my gun…And everyone else will probably join in. except Dick. He’ll just punch Bruce, he would never punch Demon Spawn outside of the sparring ring.”

Marinette smiled and said, “How can someone so confident be so self-deprecating?”

“What?” Jason exclaimed.

“I mean listen to yourself! I’m not even going to pretend to understand your relationship with Bruce, but one thing is painfully clear to me. If family means as much to him as you say, then there’s no way in hell he doesn’t love and care for you just as much as the others.”

“I’m the disappointment!” Jason insisted as if she just hadn’t heard him. “I break his rules! I don’t do what he says.”

“So do I,” Marinette cried, “But you insist that he’ll still want me as part of the family and care about me anyways. So, which is it Jay-Jay? Is his love fickle or steadfast?”

Jason frowned for the first time since their tearful embrace the night before. “I don’t know!” he finally said, “What I do know is that you’ll be fine. And if you’re not. Then you and I will be on the next flight to Paris, and we won’t look back until they come crawling on their knees to apologize.”

Marinette chuckled, “Oh really? What happened to, ‘Stay away from me! I’m too dangerous! I have too many enemies!?’ And now you want to jet off to Paris, just because your family might be rude! Wow, were my macarons that good?”

Jason shook his an amused smile and a resigned sigh, “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“My brother being an idiot? No.”

Jason tried to fight his smile, but he couldn’t. Not until the roof of the Manor came into sight, and a still nervousness filled the SUV as the brother and sister prepared themselves. As they got closer, Jason saw Dick, Alfred, and Bruce waiting for them on the front steps. He saw Marinette stiffen ever so slightly, but her general posture of calm made it nearly impossible to see. Still, he felt the same tension in himself.

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She was right after all. He loved his family. He loved every member of them even as he hated them. He cared and wanted them to care. He didn’t know how to say that, and neither did they, so they were caught in this limbo of aggression and affection. They trusted each other with their very souls, but not with their food or favorite shirt. And he wanted them to trust Marinette. He wanted them to love her, and care for her even more than they loved and cared for him. Was that too much to ask?

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[thanos-rules]

From the Original «Ten Rules For Dating My Daughter» Meme...

(or at least the closest version of it available in the present time-line...)

Rule # 1 : If you pull in my driveway and honk, you’d better be delivering a package because you’re sure as hell not picking anything up.

Rule # 2 : You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off my daughter’s body, I will remove them.

Rule # 3 : I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips and showing your underwear. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object.

However, in order to insure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will use my Craftsman Electric Nail Gun and STAPLE it to your underwear and fasten your trousers securely around your waist.

Rule # 4 : I am sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without using a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. When it comes to sex with my daughter, I am the barrier and I will indeed kill you.

Rule # 5 : In order for us to get to know one another, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word is need from you on this subject is “early.”

Rule # 6 : I have no doubt you are a popular fellow with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is fine with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule # 7 : As you stand in the front hallway waiting for my daughter to appear and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for a movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful -- like changing the oil in my car.

Rule # 8 : The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose-down filled parka zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided. Movies that feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks’ homes are even better.

Rule # 9 : Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted, has-been, but on issues relating to my daughter I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have exactly one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Don’t fuck with me.

Rule #10 : Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy on the outskirts of Hanoi. As soon as you pull into the driveway after your date, you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight, speak the perimeter password, and announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and on time. Then return to your car – there is no need to come inside. The camouflaged face in the window is mine.

(One of the girls that read this from back in the day said that her dad was really like this and that she found it to be rather incredibly embarrassing)

Does anyone else have anything else to add?

[lykagurl]

Lyka’s pov

It has been accepted that digital technology is already part of our lifestyle. Development of technology and it's application has taken a big part in the field of communication, navigation and particularly in education. The existence of these technologies had brought both positive and negative impact on the lives of everyone using it. Most young learners believe that digital world is just the same as the real world wherein we can do what we desire to do. With this belief, posting different things on the internet became a habit of most young studs without looking for what will be the consequences it brings to them. We can't deny the fact that living in digital era makes our life easier compared to the past especially in the field of communication, research, health and education. Its better advancement created a comfortable life and to progress to our society. But, behind all those progress and advancements, there is still a dark side of using digital technologies which ruin some people's lives. Social media became a platform where bullying, stalking and crimes has taken place. As a 21st century educator, it is my biggest responsibility to equip my students with the knowledge and proper etiquette in living this digital era without compromising their safety and privacy. Through the help of Common Sense media, EducationWorld, and Share my Lesson, I will teach my students to be digitally literate and responsible citizens of our society. Common sense media serves as an evaluator of the legitimacy of materials and information that I am using in the class . This will also help me to determine what are the proper materials to be use. EducationWorld on the side, is a website where I can find different lesson plans and guides that I can use as topic where I can inculcate digital literacy to my everyday lessons and help my students to become aware and responsible digital citizen who knows how to filter all their posts in all social media platforms. Through Share my Lesson website , I can gain new information by collaborating with my fellow educators and share our insights on the different topics which also helps us to become updated on the new trends of education and how to improve our daily instructions. All in all, it is very important for educators to be fully aware on the digital behaviour as a citizen living in digital era. Being a responsible digital citizen is what we should inculcate in our daily lessons to make our students digitally literate and responsible in their lives digitally and in real world setting. By browsing to the three aforementioned websites, it is very helpful since we can gain different information from each sites and each information is useful to us not just as a digital citizens but as a responsible person in our society.

[inpursuitofmeaning]

March 30, 2024

To err is human, and today, rather unfortunately, I was very much a human (womp womp). I made a mistake. I didn't kill anyone or anything like that. In fact, it hardly has any consequences other than my own guilt, which is deserving. I called out a stranger (an employee of the karting event) on their passive aggressive comment. I didn't yell or swear or hurl insults, and tried my best to say calm, as I explained that I am more than happy to listen if I am doing something wrong, but I didn't appreciate her passive aggressive tone. I immediately felt guilty, because although I tried to stay calm, I still felt like I re-acted, instead of responding, and didn't think before I spoke. Looking back, I am probably recalling the memory with heightened adrenalin (from the race), and a human bias, making me think maybe she wasn't being passive aggressive, and rather it was me projecting my own insecurities, defensiveness, embarrassment (from spinning out) and therefore my ego. Recognizing this, I do feel rather bad about it. I brought it up after the race, and she tried to dismiss the conflict, to which I persisted. This I feel particularly bad about, so I sent an email to the karting place (in French) to try and apologize for my behaviour. Marcus Aurelius tells us the following...

"How rediculous and how strange to be surprised at anything which happens in life"

“When you wake up in the morning, tell yourself: the people I deal with today will be meddling, ungrateful, arrogant, dishonest, jealous and surly. They are like this because they can't tell good from evil. But I have seen the beauty of good, and the ugliness of evil, and have recognized that the wrongdoer has a nature related to my own - not of the same blood and birth, but the same mind, and possessing a share of the divine. And so none of them can hurt me. No one can implicate me in ugliness. Nor can I feel angry at my relative, or hate him. We were born to work together like feet, hands and eyes, like the two rows of teeth, upper and lower. To obstruct each other is unnatural. To feel anger at someone, to turn your back on him: these are unnatural.”

I must look as this mistake as an opportunity to grow. And reflecting on it made me realize several things about myself

I recalled I was also being defensive this morning with my partner over a small mistake. I realized that I have a tendency to get so defensive and insecure over the smallest, insignificant things. Well, I have discovered I have a bit of an obsession with having a perfect moral slate. I was raised in an environment where "being good" was what gave me my value as a human. So when I make mistakes, it is a compromise of my entire sense of self and belief system. I have been aware of this for a while, and find my reaction and ability tpo deal with small mistakes cyclical, and heavyly depenandt on my external environment. Sometimes I can forgive myself, other times not. And I find it heavily depends on who the mistake affects (affects others = I think im the devil, affects me = I can deal with the consequences)

We are human, and I will make mistakes. Life is is full of mistakes. What matters is my ability to look at it with gratitude. I made this mistake now, so that I don't make it again, when im older, and potentially in a more significant situation. Of course I still feel bad about the way I spoke to this girl. I am not a conflictive or antagonistic person, and I find I struggle to find balance between when to defend myself, and when to let it go. I was a pushover for so long, that any form of conflict makes me highly uncomfortable. Even working retail, I dont know if it helped or hindered my conflict skills, as it filled me with so much fear for people. During the conflict, this girl just said its okay it dint bother me, the kart hurt my leg I understand, I are all good let us forget" and I said "well, I understand and im sorry I dint mean to hurt your leg, but your tone was passive aggressive and I didnt appreciate it". To which she responded "I understand". Why couldn't I have just understood in the moment? Isn't that the most human thing of all? To understand? Isn't that what we all want? I could learn something from that. She handled it much better than I did. And why does THAT embarrass me? Why do I think I should be able to handle it better (better than her, better than I did??)- because I read philosophy and think alot? that does not make me a good person, just like being good at things doesnt make me a good person (re: first bullet). Why am I embarrassed - it is my ego again.

“Waste no more time arguing what a good man should be. Be one.” I feel better after sending the email. Even though I know I can't change the past, at least I can learn from this mistake, become wiser, and not do it again.

“When you start to lose your temper, remember: There’s nothing manly about rage. It’s courtesy and kindness that define a human being—and a man. That’s who possesses strength and nerves and guts, not the angry whiners. To react like that brings you closer to impassivity—and so to strength. Pain is the opposite of strength, and so is anger. Both are things we suffer from, and yield to.” To err is human, and (rather unfortunately) am a human.

[rarestnicole]

I’m turning 24 in a week! 🥳 I have a secret though. 😆 I’ve been calling myself 24 ever since the year started. Minsan nga nakakalimutan ko nang 23 pa lang pala ako. 😅 I’m thinking about it being more like a mindset than a couple of numbers, do yunno what I mean? xD

So how do I feel about turning 24? Do I have to feel something? I think so. Do I have to make a big deal out of it and put it on writing? YUP! 😂 It’s not every year that I turn 24 in mind, spirit, and actual age. Lol.

I actually like it, turning 24. I feel like I’ve been presented to a whole new sense of responsibility and accountability. Weird feeling, but it’s here within. I feel like this is another start. In many ways, it sure is another start. Haha. But aside from them all, I do hope that it’s a new beginning of someone that I am. I can already feel that I’m leaving someone that I used to behind. I’m not gonna forget her, I’m just leaving her here, there, somewhere that she should be left in. I won’t forget her, though. I’ll always be thankful to the versions of me, even when I’m not always proud of how I acted and reacted sometimes.

I’m glad to be growing. And I’m most certainly happy to grow more. If growth entails pain and failure and more self-blaming, I wouldn’t mind. Self-awareness will always be my priority. I know I should be careful and be more wise when it comes to knowing myself, and I can only hope and pray for me to be ready. Sometimes, it could lead to self-sabotage, and I don’t want that.

I know. I’m aware that I only have a year left before I reach the point of complete development in some parts of my brain. I’m about to be an adult with a fully developed frontal lobe. 😂 Kaya mas uunahin ko talaga ang pagkilala sa sarili ko and all my traumas, my demons, my pet peeves, and more before I explore out there. And, oh!!! I’m also working on myself sa lover girl concept. HAHAHAHAHAHA. And aspect? Jeez, this is funny. I have to quit thinking ill of having to share my freedom with someone else. Huhu. I’ll get there. 😂 At least I started while I was 23, right? I’m trying to have an open mind about relationships and whatnots. Phew!

Thanks to the books that I’m reading, I’m finally getting comfortable about the idea of having a boyfriend. 😣 Getting pa lang, ha. I’m not there yet. Wew! 😮‍💨 KASI IT WILL ALWAYS BE WEIRD—o, ‘di ba!!! Naka-always pa rin. Ugh. Right now, thinking about it, it’s weird na may maghahatid sa akin, I’m not used to that. I’ve almost always brought myself home, never minding the darkness and the fact that I am alone. Huhu. I have sooooo much to think about, to consider, and to compromise with. I hope that I’ll be ready when the time comes for love to come knocking on my door. Naku, shuta, baka sunduin pa ako. 😬 Chariz.

I also want to think of my future, financially. And academically. And more. Yes, I have so much to prepare for pa. Especially before getting into a relationship. I WILL NOT enter a relationship without being stable in many ways more than one. Jusko.

I also wanna start a collection! OMG!!! Small joys that I won’t allow to be vices. Ooooh, this must be the adult urge to collect something? Lol, no. I just happened to fall in love with a specific masterpiece that I want to know it more, dive deeper into its universe, and learn more about it. I’m liking it a lot, I kinda regret getting to know it just recently. Hmpt. But this may be its perfect time to exist in my life, so, yeah. At least dumating. Yiiiie. <333

And lastly, I want to write moooore. I want to be moooore consistent and be mooore intentional.

Here’s to hoping for the realisation of these things! 🥳

[clumsyclifford]

belllaaaa, hit me with hate or want in your wip please 💜 (brought to you by me listening to Charlotte Sands and just stealing words from her)

heeey amanda i'm going to compromise for this game and search my two 5sos fic docs and then my one major non-5sos fic doc (it's a teen wolf fic) because. i want to. one of the 5sos fics is not TECHNICALLY a wip, it's technically done, but it probably needs one big edit, so i'm counting it. same goes for the tw fic. anyway let's go

hate from 5sos doc A (searching for this only made me aware of Just How Much i use the word whatever)

“That’s not being a team player,” says Calum. “But I don’t hate you even though you’ve been nothing but a little shit since you walked in, so I can at least believe you’re capable of being charming when you try.”

from 5sos doc B (not sure if will ever finish this fic! but i'm excited about its potential)

Michael turns on his heel and scurries over to the sink. He sticks a finger in the stream; it's comfortably lukewarm, despite the fact that only one faucet handle has been twisted. The one for cold water, Michael is sure. Pretty sure. "The hell?" And then his brain puts two and two together and is astounded to achieve four. "Guess it's just finicky sometimes," he says. "Or it hates me."

astoundingly, hate does not appear at all in the tw fic doc! personally i'm shocked

want in 5sos doc A, which appears 158 times lmao so i just picked a fun instance

“Please? I’ve never been in a golf cart. Plus I want to see what your job is like.” Luke looks so eager that Calum can’t come up with any decent reason to crush his spirit. “I mean, sure. If you want to.”

from 5sos doc B

Michael wants to tell Luke the truth. For the first time, he feels redeemable. And if this were anyone else, maybe Michael would cave.

and from the teen wolf doc (out of 40 results)

“I understand you don’t want me to tell Lydia about this conversation,” Malia says, and Stiles’s whole body slumps in relief. “What I don’t understand is why.”

send me a word and i'll search for it in my WIP!

[echoestm]

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[purpleheartskies]

See, here's my problem with this whole notion of Robby having to compromise and be accepted into Johnny's new "family" in which Robby will never be Johnny's priority and will never be shown the worth that he should have always had to Johnny.

This is about trauma representation in the media.

irl There are a lot of families with a noticable to extreme imbalance in how siblings are treated by their parents. If one child is given noticeably more love and attention than another or if one child is abused while one is not, this creates a lot of trauma in the child who is not treated properly.

Right now, Robby is this child in this scenario. It is literally said in the story that Johnny chooses Miguel over Robby "again", so Johnny has been doing it consistently. And we as the audience know this to be true.

And you know what? They aren't even a "family" yet, and Johnny is already treating Robby this way. He has already been favoring one child over another to an extreme and causing the unfavored child trauma. And the fact that the child Johnny is favoring over Robby isn't even another blood child of Johnny's gives Robby the impression that Johnny had to go look elsewhere for the child he's always wanted because Robby wasn't good enough for Johnny, and this adds on to Robby's trauma.

From the start, Johnny has been abandoning Robby since birth. So, Johnny's consistent absence in Robby's life has caused him immense trauma already. "All those years you weren't there, I blamed myself."

On top of this, Johnny knowingly abandoned Robby with a drug/alcohol addict who was neglectful of Robby and brought a slew of men into their home, creating an unsafe environment. Johnny also knew that Robby was homeless after juvie, but Johnny still did nothing for him, instead Johnny focused on his new "family". So, not only did Johnny abandon Robby, Johnny has also done nothing to make sure that Robby is being taken care of properly, is safe, and has what he needs to survive. Robby is aware of the situation that he is in (meaning that he is being neglected) and of Johnny's role in his neglect. That is, Johnny doesn't just abandon Robby, but Johnny also participates in neglecting Robby. And, this has added more trauma for Robby.

Add to this, all the emotional neglect Robby experiences, which also causes a lot of trauma, because both his parents put their own feelings above Robby's and don't really care about how he feels.

So, so far, Robby has trauma from Johnny (1) abandoning him, (2) neglecting him, and (3) emotionally neglecting him.

Now, add to this, the new trauma that Johnny has been causing Robby since s1 by choosing a random kid over him.

Also, let's not blind ourselves to the reality of what has happened between Robby and Miguel. Miguel created the rivalry between them and Miguel attacked Robby with no provocation more than once. Johnny witnessed what Miguel did to Robby in the s1 avt. In fact, Robby's belief about that is that Johnny told Miguel to fight dirty against Robby. The implications of Robby's accusation tell us how much Robby believes that Johnny doesn't want him, or even hates him, indicating to us the extent of Robby's traumas. For the school fight, as Robby's father, it was Johnny's responsibility to find out what happened and to help Robby. Johnny didn't. He didn't do anything for Robby. Then, months later after doing nothing for Robby, Robby told Johnny a fact about the fight, that Miguel had attacked him while he had been stopping the fight, and Johnny completely brushed it off. So, what Robby knows is that Miguel can be violent towards Robby, and Johnny will not care. Miguel is very aware that he has this power of Johnny favoring him over Robby, and Miguel has felt superior about it (until prom night). So, there is an imbalance of power that Johnny has created between the boys, and even when it comes to Miguel attacking Robby unprovoked, Johnny chooses Miguel over Robby.

Also, note the disappointment and blame Johnny shows to Robby in the few interactions they have, which has probably added to Robby blaming himself. Couple this with the opposite happy and loving interactions Robby has witnessed Johnny have with Miguel. Robby had to be worn down psychologically and emotionally by his traumas, almost like going to Johnny in surrender or defeat in acceptance of how Johnny treats him, in order for him to earn a hug from Johnny.

This imbalance in how Johnny treats these boys is unlikely to change because of Robby, not Johnny, making the move (yet again) to work to reconcile their relationship. Johnny should have always treated Robby as a priority in his life. Johnny chose not to. Johnny then gave all the time, love, and attention that he should have been giving Robby to this random kid, while continuing to not give any to Robby. Johnny chose to do this to Robby. So, what has happened within Johnny that now he is going to suddenly treat Robby differently? Because the change in treatment towards Robby has to come from within Johnny. It doesn't matter what efforts Robby makes because Johnny is the one who never makes genuine, concrete, consistent efforts with Robby. Robby has always been there for Johnny to have a relationship with, and Johnny has never been truly willing to try. It can't be moments here and there. It has to be a consistent change in treatment, and one change has to be that Johnny chooses Robby over Miguel consistently, as any parent should choose their own child over some random kid. And, despite their conversation at the end of s4, we know Johnny is already going to be (1) betraying Robby's trust, (2) not caring about his well-being, and (3) choosing Miguel over him by risking his well-being by dragging him to Mexico to find Miguel next season. Johnny's actions right off the bat are indicating to us that his treatment of Robby in general and in comparison to Miguel will continue to be extremely subpar.

Narratively, it's too late to create an organic story where Robby is given the time and attention he needs from Johnny while Johnny also builds a relationship with the Diazs. Instead, the story has been that Johnny has been building his relationship with the Diazs at the expense of building a relationship with Robby (which Johnny completely gave up on in s4) and at the expense of Robby's well-being (psychological, emotional, physical, etc). So, how can this blended "family" be a healthy one when it is rooted in so much trauma inflicted on one of the children in the "family"?

Yet, with all this continued mistreatment of Robby and all this trauma that Johnny is causing Robby, fans believe

(1) Johnny is deserving of blessings and rewards in life in the form of a "happily ever after" blended family in which Robby remains an unfavored, mistreated child by Johnny, and

(2) that all of Robby's traumas from Johnny abandoning him, neglecting him, emotionally neglecting him, and choosing a random kid over him constantly, even when that random kid attacks him, should be minimized and made into inconsequential feelings so that Johnny can be given this reward.

Is this really the type of trauma representation people want in the media? People want the writers to minimize the seriousness of childhood trauma and make a joke out of it while simultaneously sending the message that the parent who causes the child all of this trauma deserves to be rewarded while the child's traumas are not properly acknowledged or addressed. Seriously?

Johnny needs to acknowledge and make up for all the trauma he has caused Robby. Johnny needs to make Robby the priority in his life until Robby has gotten his life and future on track and has starting healing from the traumas Johnny primarily has caused him. Johnny owes Robby this. Johnny has to specifically redeem himself to Robby for the unforgivable wrongs that Johnny has done towards Robby for this to be a true redemption story for Johnny.

You can't hurt someone immensely and expect rewards in life, even if they forgive you. You need to make the effort to prove that you are deserving of that forgiveness and not just give the person you hurt more trauma by continuing to treat them like shit while you build a happier life for yourself.

Robby's entire arc is about his traumas, especially from Johnny, and how he's been trying to cope with his traumas. I just don't get it. Why would fans want the writers to minimize and make a joke out of childhood trauma and trauma recovery?

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s half Demon, and they look AWFULLY familiar...

‘Kay guys, I got a different kind of stupid Headcanon to throw at you. Get ready!

Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Part 2.5 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

*ahem* picture if you will, it’s the day the exchange program is set to start. The student council (nix Mr. Kill All Humans, Weeb-supreme, and our Scummy Sweetheart) have assembled to welcome the new human student. All is going according to schedule, the portal opens up at eight am sharp, they hear the pitiful screams of the selected human who was not given a heads up about the whole thing, and the poor little human falls straight onto the marble floor.

There’s something a tad... off about this human don’t you think? After they’ve peeled their sorry ass off the floor they observed the assembled student council with an air of sophistication and self importance that no one expected. Their posture was perfect, their eyes sharp and calculating... they bared a striking resemblance to-

“Lucifer,” Diavolo looked to his right hand man, then back to the human. “The human kind of looks like you!”

And out popped four pitch black wings from the human’s back and two small horns out of the sides of their head, one horn was a bit bigger than the other. They even still had some of their down feathers! How cute!

((Content warning: Swearing (I have a potty mouth, forgive me), but that’s it.))

Luci-dad

So, the MC is Lucifer’s kid! Of course Mr. Prideypants immediately tries to recall exactly what little romp in the human world uh... spawned this half-human half-demon child of his. Good thing MC’s got the other parent on speed-dial.

“Please note, MC,” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose upon hearing Asmo take even more pictures of his newly discovered hellspawn. “I was not aware of your existence, if I was I’d-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not upset.”

Lucifer blinked a few times in surprise. “P...pardon? You aren’t upset?”

“No, my parent told me that my father was a high ranking demon, and they bare no ill will against you. Though, I am looking forward to this whole... exchange program thing.”

Oh wow, that was easier than Lucifer thought. Damn. Well, he was a father... (let’s be real, he’s been parenting his brothers for thousands of years, and a good chunk of you sinners call him daddy)

MC is probably the most protected student at RAD, despite the fact that they have no visible security detail whatsoever. They didn’t want to be seen as... weak and pathetic.

Something about this human just... set the lesser demons on edge. Any talk of eating them was stamped out on the first day when they walked by. It’s like Lucifer himself was staring at them, daring the demons to try and bother the human. MC’s powerful presence kept them protected and feared.

...at least until dear uncle Asmo decided to do their hair one morning. All those ribbons may have looked adorable but they kind of ruined the intimidation factor.

MC loved to mess with the other students, keeping their lineage a secret for the first little while just made it so much funnier when the other demons tried to scramble out of MC’s way without looking like they were running from the ‘weak little human exchange student’.

Oh wow, what a sadist. Like father like child

Flying lessons are a must. Poor MC isn’t terribly good at controlling their wings, and their horns are still growing in so when they pop into their demon form the first thing they get is a sore skull. Ow... it sucks that Lucifer isn’t outwardly very sympathetic.

“Ow!” MC crashed face first into the grass in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. “Father! My wings are cramping! Can’t we practice this tomorrow?”

The sight of seeing his dear child crash face first into the ground had lost its hilarity after the first three times. Lucifer slowly lowered himself to the ground and crossed his arms as he stood over his incredibly grass-stained kid.

“MC, we’ve been ‘practicing this tomorrow’ for the past month. If you want to learn to fly you’re going to have to actually manage to stay in the air for more than three minutes.”

MC shot Lucifer a withering glare that only preteens were capable of, Lucifer matched it with his own much more sophisticated glare.

“You’ve been flying for over a thousand years! Don’t you have any tips that can actually help other than ‘don’t panic, you’ll look ridiculous’?”

Lucifer dragged a gloved hand down his face and looked around, the two were alone as far as he could see.

“MC,” Lucifer began. “When I was a young angel, I needed to learn how to fly with someone else.”

MC perked up. “Who?”

“Michael. The smug bastard picked up flying quicker than I did.”

“What’d you do?!”

Lucifer smiled at his child’s intense investment. “I practiced flying every day for five extra hours until I could do everything that Michael could do, just better.”

MC’s starry eyed interest died almost instantly upon hearing about the extra five hours of practice. “Humph, I bet I could outfly younger you and Michael with only two hours of practice a day.”

“Really now?”

“Yes! Watch!” MC shook off their wings and took off in a running start before shakily making it into the air. Their form was decent enough, and they weren’t shaking as much as the previous attempts. “SEE?!”

“Yes MC,” Lucifer smiled. “I can see.”

You know what else Lucifer could see? MC crashing right into a tree.

“Ouch...”

Okay... maybe they could halt practice a little early and order a treat from Madame Scream’s. A little sugar to refuel is needed when the end goal is crushing a mutual rival beneath their heels. Just some good old fashioned father/child bonding time!

MC has a smaller seat right next to Lucifer’s seat in the Assembly Hall. I will not compromise on this one.

For all your fluff needs, I give you: Lucifer teaching MC how to play the piano. He has a proud little smile on his face when his kid finally starts getting it. That’s all. Enjoy the image.

That one Uncle who gives you Alcohol at Family Gatherings (Mammon)

Yeah, when Mammon burst in late to the party and whining about everyone’s spamming him with texts to haul his scummy ass to the Assembly Hall, the last thing he expected was to see a mini-Lucifer.

“What the fuck am I lookin’ at?!”

The glare the two Lucifers gave the poor Avatar of Greed was enough to make him want to turn tail (uh, wing) and book it down the hall.

“Mammon, this is MC. They’re my child.”

“Hello.”

“...whaaaa..?” Mammon looked between the two, same glare, same intimidating aura, same annoyingly good posture.

Mammon scratched the back of his neck and looked over at his older brother. “Do I uh... still gotta babysit em’ if they’re not human?”

“The lake of Cocytus will melt the day I let you babysit without supervision.” Lucifer grumbled.

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

Despite Lucifer’s initial denial, Mammon and MC ended up spending a lot of time hanging out when Lucifer was busy with paperwork. Of course Mammon’s first thought was ‘how do I profit off this situation?’

MC is now Mammon’s designated babysitter after they caught him picking up their feathers that had fallen off with the intention of painting them white and claiming they were Lucifer’s from back in the Celestial Realm.

Mammon does end up spoiling MC a little. Just a smidge. They’re the kid of his totally not his favourite brother after all! How could he not? Whether or not these gifts are obtained legally or are legal at all is subject to scrutiny.

“Mammon, I can’t drink this!” MC placed the bottle of Demonus back on the counter of the kitchen.

“Why not? That’s a bottle of the good stuff! We gotta celebrate you gettin’ an A on that test somehow!”

“I’m underage! Incredibly underage. I’m not legally allowed to drink.”

Mammon wordlessly plopped a silly straw into the bottle. “...does that help?”

“No.” MC then inclined their head to the bottle. “And I don’t want to get hung from the ceiling, that bottle was in my father’s study yesterday, I’m above theft.”

“How old are you s’posed to be anyway? Never mind... uh...” Mammon wracked his brain for something else he could do for MC that didn’t cost anything (don’t judge him, the poor bastard was flat broke!). “I could... teach you to drive!”

“Driving?”

“Yeah! Drivin’ is awesome! We can take my car!”

The bills for the damages done to the car and the Devildom were mailed to Lucifer the next day, and MC and Mammon got to keep each other company as they hung from the ceiling. Ah well! At least MC wasn’t upside down!

Mammon wasn’t that good of a flight teacher either, he also crashed into a tree (the same tree MC crashed into, actually) when he was cheering for MC. They were finally able to do a loopdy loop! He was proud and distracted! Okay?! Lucifer! Stop smirkin’ at him! It’s not that funny!

At least the vantage point from the tree was decent and the branches didn’t scratch him up too badly. Oh hey... that person walking by was wearing a very nice watch... he’d be right back-

That Uncle That is Always Absent From Family Gatherings and When He is Present He Leaves Early (Levi)

He missed everything. That is not an exaggeration. He was in the middle of an online raid battle and couldn’t look at his phone! No Lucifer he can’t pause an online game! That’s not how it works!

Okay, the human exchange student is half demon? WOAH! THAT’S JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME- W A I T. THE LITTLE NORMIE IS LUCIFER’S KID?!

Okie doke, he was fully convinced that MC just had to be an anime protagonist.

They binged every series that Levi compared them to. Sure MC might have missed a few assignments because of late night anime binges, but they were too good for this school crap anyway, right?

Nope. Lucifer put a ban on the two watching anime until both their grades improved. Surviving that hell brought the two together.

“Ugh!”

The sound of a pencil case being haphazardly thrown across the room made Levi peek out of his bed-tub. If his figurines got knocked over so HELP HIM-

“This is stupid!!I shouldn’t have to catch up with this!” MC crossed their arms and gave their Demonology textbook their best disapproving glare.

Lucifer Lite (tm) was having a hell of a time trying to claw through their missed work, and Levi sympathized, he really did, it’s just... he was playing Animal Crossing-

Levi paused the game to placate his anime-buddy when their wings popped out and he feared for his rare merch’s safety.

“H-hey, MC? Do you need help?” Levi’s offer was met with a bone chilling glare that lived rent free in his nightmares ever since. He had pulled a Mammon and forgotten he was talking to Lucifer’s child. Lucifer’s allergy to help must have passed down to MC.

“No! I don’t! It’s just... dumb!” MC hissed, she turned and looked over at the fish tank. “Right Henry 2.0?”

Henry 2.0 did not respond.

“MC, you need to finish your homework or we can’t watch anything together,” Levi sighed, he had finished his work over an hour earlier. He had mastered the art of all night anime binges and managing to do most of his work in the fifteen minutes between the time he woke up and the time school was supposed to begin. “We haven’t even binged all of volume 4 of TSL yet!”

“Mmm...” MC grumbled. “Fine...”

MC picked up their pencil case and began continued their work. Levi breathed a sigh of relief and went back to Animal Crossing.

The tiny normie did in fact finish their work, only after they caved and asked Levi for help. Swore him to secrecy, they did... very intimidating, they were.

Just saying, he most definitely sent that one Keanu Reeves meme with big Keanu and little Keanu but with Lucifer and MC to the wrong group chat. Poor bastard.

Flying lessons? No. Levi hadn’t flown since his time in the Celestial Realm, he had no advice to give other than: “Flap your wings!”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M DOING YOU-��

MC didn’t get to finish that thought, they lost their balance and fell right into RAD’s fountain. Ah well, Levi had a head start on running for his life that he squandered by laughing at MC. RIP.

The Uncle/brother/whatever the fuck that Starts a Fight With Your Dad at the Family Reunion. (Satan)

Oh... another Lucifer? Eugh. Gross.

Satan gave the kid a wide berth when they first met. Everything the kid said or did ticked him off. “Tsk. Look at MC. Making an omelette. So annoying.” “Oh wow, MC vacuumed? Roll out the red carpet, we need to celebrate their existence!” “Look at them. Breathing. Disgusting.”

MC’s pride wouldn’t ever let them admit it but... they knew Satan didn’t like them, and it hurt their feelings.

“Shhhh,” Satan whispered into his backpack.

“Meow.” The backpack replied.

“I said shhhhh.”

The backpack did not reply after that, which was a good thing considering the little princet of the HOL was nearby.

“Satan?” They asked. “Who are you talking to?”

Satan coldly brushed past them as he made his way to his room. “No one you need to concern yourself with.”

When the little calico kitten was safe in his room, Satan quickly realized a mistake in his foolproof ‘sneak a cat into the house’ plan. He didn’t have any toys for the kitten, and he didn’t want his books getting scratched...

It was alright, he’d just rush out to the a store that sold cat things and rush back! Five minute trip tops!

Well when Satan got back the cat was no longer in the room. Oh dear. He discreetly tore apart the house looking for the poor little thing until he ended up finding it in the library, happily chasing around a loose feather being held up by MC.

“Oh, hello Satan.” MC chirped as the kitten batted it’s adorable little paws at the feather.

“My... my door was closed. Did you let the cat out?”

MC shrugged. “I heard meowing.”

Satan ran a hand through his hair and grumbled. Stupid smaller Lucifer. Stupid original Lucifer. Everyone sucked.

“Let me guess, you’re going to run to Lucifer and tell him all about the meowing and the rule breaking.”

MC shook their head and glared at Satan. “Of course not. I’ve already gotten way too attached to this little guy anyway. We’re co-parenting this kitten like mature adults.”

With some coaxing, Satan did sit down and play with the kitten, maybe MC wasn’t... so terrible.

The two watch Unsolved Mysteries together, that’s their show. “This guy did it.” “Satan, we’re two minutes into the episode-” “Trust me.”

Thirty minutes later.

“He did it.” “See MC, what’d I tell you?”

Lucifer did find out about the cat, but with enough pleading, MC and Satan managed to warm up the cold spot in Lucifer’s chest where his heart should have been. The cat’s name is Detective Toe Beans (or just Bean).

Satan can’t fly, he has a tail, but he did read up on wing anatomy and how flight actually works in demons, his advice would be good in theory, but it’s full of so much technical jargon that MC can’t understand it.

At least MC didn’t crash into something, they barrel rolled through one of the HOL’s windows. Good thing it was the window to their room. The broken arm still hurt like hell.

The Best Dressed Bitch Who Brings The Booze to The Reunion. (Asmo)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Lucifer’s kid was SO CUTE! A thousand pictures commemorating that adorable moment needed to be taken! Wait- Lucifer- GIVE BACK THE PHONE-

Asmo, surprise surprise, absolutely adores little MC! So cute! So small! He was just so excited to announce to all his Devilgram followers that Lucifer was finally a certified DILF.

That post disappeared five minutes after it was made but the damage had already been done.

Asmo made sure MC looked their best at all times, if they needed help talking to anyone? Asmo’s got their back!

Sure, maybe he’s a little pushy, but pushy’s a good thing sometimes, right?

“Asmodeus-”

“No, these shoes wouldn’t fit you...”

“Asmo-”

“No, not these ones either...”

“ASMODEUS.”

Asmo squeaked and jumped upwards, Geez Louise... little MC’s voice could sure be scary when they wanted it to be...

“I don’t need any fancy new shoes.” MC huffed, sitting up straighter in one of the chairs in Asmo’s room. “I thought this was supposed to be a sleepover.”

“Hmmm...” Asmo pouted. “Makeovers are an essential part of sleepovers... what’d you do with your human friends up in the human world that could possibly be better than a make-over?!”

MC began to list things off. “Ordered junk food, talked about people we hated, watched movies,”

“Greasy food is so bad for your skin...” Asmo cringed and shook his head violently. “But I’m totally down to watch a movie and bitch about people I hate!”

“Ah yes, human sleepovers, a tradition I never quite had the chance to enjoy.” Solomon said from Asmo’s bed. “Who are we bitching about?”

“Remind me what Solomon is doing here.” MC muttered as they sat down in front of Asmo’s TV.

“Because, I wanted to hang out with my two favourite humans.” Asmo cooed, reaching over and trying to pinch MC’s cheek, which they awkwardly dodged.

“Can we watch The Exorcist?” Solomon asked, propping his head up with his hands.

“Ew, no.” Asmo made a face at him. “That scene with the vomit? Hell NO.”

“Mm.” MC mumbled. Asmo turned to look at them.

“MC? Are you doing okay? You don’t look like you’re having any fun...”

“I’m fine.” MC grumbled.

Asmo pursed his lips, as much as it made his little narcissistic heart break, he nudged MC. “Why don’t you pick the movie, sweetie. I’m sure Solomon and I will like anything you pick!”

MC noticeably brightened. “Let’s watch Scream!”

The strangled noise that came from Asmo was... concerning, but to his credit, The Avatar of Lust held his tongue about his distaste for the movie, and the three slumber-party goers had quite the lovely time.

After the movie ended, MC went back to their room, sure it was a sleepover but their bed was right down the hall.

Good for Asmo and Solomon. Horny fuckers. We stan.

Asmo just claps and tries to cheer MC on when it comes to their flying lessons. (The idea that Asmo came up with to wear his cheerleader costume from the previous Halloween was immediately shot down by Lucifer)

“You’re doing wonderful, MC- WATCH OUT FOR THE POWER LINE!”

MC didn’t hit the power line, but Asmo’s scream of terror caused them to fall butt-first into a dumpster. Their injured tailbone served as a tragic memory of the incident.

Oh well, good thing Asmo had nice smelling soap to give that could mask dumpster-stink.

The Uncle that eats everything and tells you to eat your veggies while you angrily pick at your broccoli at the kid’s table. (Beel)

Lucifer... has a kid?! Beel choked on the cheetos he had snuck into the Assembly Hall when the kid’s wings popped out.

Oh wow, that’s nice :) maybe they can eat together. Belphie would probably like them.

Wait what is the gender neutral term for Niece or Nephew?

...Nibling? Uh... let’s not say that around Beel. We don’t need him to get hungrier and begin associating MC with nibbling on things.

The Underground Tomb incident probably went a little differently, but after all that nonsense, the two are closer than two peas in a pod!

Mmm... peas...

“Beel?” MC stepped into the Avatar of Gluttony’s room.

“Hi MC.” Beel was doing push-ups in the middle of the room, on the ground right beneath his head was a massive bowl of spaghetti that he bit into every time he completed a push-up. “Can you come stand on my back? I need the extra weight.”

“On your back?” MC padded closer. “Are you sure? It’s not going to hurt?”

“No, it’ll be okay.” Beel assured them. “Belphie and I did this all the time. Except Belphie is normally asleep.”

MC tentatively stepped onto Beel’s back. It was a balancing act to say the least, they eventually gave up on standing and ended up sitting cross legged between Beel’s shoulder blades.

“You did this with Belphegor?” MC asked.

“Yeah,” Beel sighed. “He was always too tired to exercise, but he’d let me bench press him sometimes...”

MC frowned and hugged their knees to their chest. Knowing full well that Beel’s twin wasn’t in the human world like Lucifer said was absolutely ripping them apart from the inside. Guilt felt just as rotten as their pride did when they were being belittled...

“Maybe you’ll see him again sometime soon.” MC whispered. “Maybe my father’ll come to his senses and let him come back down to the Devildom.”

Beel paused his push-ups for a brief moment, then nodded and went back to his eating exercising combo. “I hope so. He’ll like you, MC. I’m sure of it.”

MC nodded. “I... hope so.”

Beel’s a pretty decent flight teacher, but his wings are just so different from MC’s that it renders any tips he had next to useless.

“MC, maybe your wings aren’t flapping fast enough.”

“Beel, I appreciate the thought, but I’m not a hummingbird. Or a fly. I don’t need to flap my wings a million times a minute to stay afloat.”

Ah well, MC tried to take some of Beel’s advice, but their lower right wing cramped up and they ended up flying in circles until Beel was able to catch them. Ah well, better than the dumpster incident the previous week.

The Uncle That Passes Out in The Basement and You’re Not Allowed to Wake Him Up Even Though All Your Toys and Video Games Are Down There. He Also Picks a Fight With Your Dad’s New S/O Before He Passes Out. (Belphie)

Sitting in the attic was quite a drag, and this supposedly weak little human was quite the annoyance to try and call out to. It took a lot longer than expected, but when he heard little footsteps coming towards his prison, Belphegor nearly jumped with joy.

Oh... it... looked like Lucifer. Smelled like Lucifer. Stood like Lucifer. Quacked like Lucifer. Or... trilled..? Whatever sound a peacock made, this brat sounded an awful lot like Lucifer.

A... half-demon. Hmph. Belphie honestly thought Lucifer had actual standards. Not anymore, he guessed.

(Man I could fill a whole-ass fic with the Belphie betrayal thing, but for now let’s skip to post attic nonsense)

Okay so maybe MC wasn’t disgusting. They made a good nap buddy. It was cute when their wings came out when they were sleeping sometimes. Well... it was cute when they didn’t hit him in the face and make him wake up with his mouth full of feathers.

What Beel said had been true, Belphie made a good substitute when weights weren’t available, but Beel didn’t want MC to feel left out, so Belphie and MC ended up sitting on his back while he did push ups. MC once got bored and started playing Go Fish with Belphie on Beel’s back while he exercised.

Yes. MC is still a member of the Formerly-Anti-Lucifer League.

“Are you sure he’s not going to be too mad at us?” MC asked for the dozenth time that day. Detective Toe Beans was wrapped around their neck like a scarf (he had gotten so big!!!) while MC nervously sat in one of the Library chairs.

“Positive.” Belphie said with a toothy grin. “Besides, he’s like putty when it comes to you. Just give him your best puppy eyes and we’re not guilty on all charges.”

Putty..? Really..? Lucifer..? How strict was he before MC got there... they wondered.

“Sh! He’s coming!” Satan stuck his nose into a random book, it was the Oxford English Dictionary... and it was upside down.

Belphie pretended to pass out and MC decided that the best course of action was to stare deeply into their cat’s eyes. Yeah... that looked casual and not weird.

“Satan, MC, Belphie.” Lucifer nodded to the three of them as he walked towards the entrance to his study.

“Lucifer.”

“Afternoon, father.”

Belphie let out a cartoonishly loud fake snore that nearly caused both MC and Satan to break cover and start laughing.

Side note, Bean had adorable widdle eyes! That cute little face was just to die for-

“You three..!”

Belphie, Satan, and MC peeked their heads into Lucifer’s study, their handiwork was perfect. Everything was covered in red post it notes. Perfectly not harmful, but SO inconvenient!

“You’re all cleaning this up or so help me-”

“GO!” Belphie and Satan each grabbed one of MC’s arms (Satan also grabbed Bean) and sprinted out of the House of Lamentation. Maybe they’d move back there in twenty years... they hoped that Solomon and The Angels would let them crash at Purgatory Hall...

Belphie had used up his physical energy supply for the next four years. He passed out the moment they stepped into sanctuary. Time for a nap...

Flight practice? Ha. Belphie’s napping. Though, he was suspiciously awake and filming whenever MC did something stupid.

“Try not to suck so bad.”

“GO TO HELL BELPHIE!”

“I’m already there. Hell is every second I’m stuck here watching you fail.”

“YOU’RE GOING TO GET IT FOR THAT!”

Well... MC mastered the dive bomb that day. Lucifer bought them a cake.

Bonus! Your Dad’s New Husband! That Has Managed to Somehow Make Everyone Hate Him Despite the Fact That He’s A Cinnamon Roll. (Diavolo)

A mini Lucifer? A mini Lucifer!

Diavolo dotes on MC like he’d dote on his own kid. MC wants a crown? They’re getting a crown! A damn nice one too! MC wants a title? Here! MC is now... idk Ruler of the area between Majolish and Hell’s Kitchen.

Poor Uncle Mammon’s got some financial insecurity, he’s still the cool uncle... right?!

He is very much that ‘how do you do fellow kids?’ Meme.

He tries to do stereotypical ‘dad’ things but he’s not very good at them. Once he tried to host a barbecue...

Barbatos saved the day, but Mammon’s hair was still singed, Solomon’s cooking still gave Beel food poisoning (SOLOMON EATS TOXIC WASTE I SWEAR-), Luke still got hit in the face with a frisbee, and Simeon got an unhealthy dose of DAD NERVES and got so stressed everyone was almost blinded by the holy light he suddenly started blasting. We do not mention the water guns.

(Seriously whose bright idea was it to give Belphie and Satan water guns while they were in Lucifer’s presence?)

Praise Barbie. He’s too good for them.

“Um...” MC awkwardly held up the baseball, trying to look at it from all angles like it was a completely alien object. “Lord Diavolo... are you sure you want to play catch?”

Diavolo clapped his hands and bounced on the balls of his feet. “Yes! It’s a thing human fathers do with their children, correct? We must make up for lost time between you and Lucifer, right?”

Lucifer massaged his temples and nodded. “If you two would like to play catch...” Lucifer grimaced. “I will too.”

“Okay! MC, throw the ball to Lucifer!” Diavolo instructed.

Lucifer half heartedly held up his baseball glove as MC tossed him the ball. He caught it, and looked over at Diavolo, who was applauding like he just witnessed the greatest feat in sports history.

“Okay! Throw it to me!” Diavolo waved his glove in the air, Lucifer rolled his eyes and smiled. He threw the ball at Diavolo with... a lot of force. Enough force to probably dent steel... Diavolo caught it like it was nothing.

MC suddenly feared for their safety.

“Okay MC, catch!”

Diavolo threw the ball with enough force to break the god damn sound barrier. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but the ball sailed way over MC’s head and crashed right through a window.

“Oh my...” Diavolo put a hand on his hip and surveyed the damage to the window. “This isn’t so bad, I believe in human world TV shows this happens quite often. Look! The glass broke in a perfect circle!”

“Yay... property damage...” MC murmured.

Lucifer sighed and pulled out his DDD. “I’ll phone someone to replace the win-”

“Lucifer no! Now according to human world customs we must,” Diavolo took a deep breath, rushed forward, grabbed both Lucifer and MC’s hands and started sprinting away from the Demon Lord’s Castle. “RUN FOR IT!”

“Di- Diavolo!” Lucifer gasped.

“Who are we running from?! That’s your castle!” MC squeaked.

“I don’t know! Just run! That’s what the human TV show says to do!”

Weirdly enough, Diavolo was the best flight instructor. MC’s ability to fly increased tenfold after Diavolo found out that MC was learning to fly.

“You’re doing amazing MC! That was a perfect turn!”

“Thanks Lord Diavolo, I’m surprised I haven’t crashed into anyone or fallen yet!”

“Well, I highly doubt you’ll be crashing into anyone anymore, your flying is practically perfect now!”

Mammon proceeded to fly past them holding what looked like Lucifer’s wallet.

“M-mammon?!”

“Oh... I wonder what he’s doing. Look, MC! It’s Lucifer! Hello Lucifer dea-”

Lucifer ended up colliding with the two of them and sending them all crashing to the floor.

That was the last time MC fell during flying practice.

(We currently have a Go Fund Me set up for Mammon to get the funds necessary to flee the Devildom after that incident. Please donate to save- oh shit hi Lucifer-)