#me: what if they were alltogether instead?

[ratcash-wasgud]

Desperately need more of that loser!Mizu content pookie,,,, 😔 have rebel!reader take her out to a party and Mizu being the most socially awkward dumbfuck

But watching reader get along so well with everyone else and dancing,,, need more girlfailure Mizu

・❥・Loser!Mizu Headcanons II・❥・

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part 1

Heyyyy lovelies!! I got so many positive feedback over the last one I cried a whole ass river. Which I'm really happy about since I lovelovelove this concept. This turned out to be less than a headcanons post, and leans more towards a fanfic territory, but whatervs.

Nsfw, minors dni plspls.

Okay, enjoy ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Mizu was never really a party-animal, which was weird to everyone since most people in basketball team were.

She listened to Taigen's stories about the ones he's been though, but it never really got her interested.

The music is always shit at parties too. She'd rather listen to her own playlists at home...or the playlists she made you and stare at the ceiling. Such fun.

She names them corny stuff like Sighs and Whispers.

Currently though, she is listening with wide eyes and lips pushed together as Taigen tells him about this new party he's planning on going. Why is it different than the other parties he brags about? This time, he heard you'll be there too.

She freaks out.

Still, Akemi encourages her to go, and when she says "Maybe you'll be lucky and get to dance with her" is when Mizu's head explodes.

Yeah, she's going to that party.

She need something to wear though. Something cool, something that screams "I can lift 165 pounds, I'd pay on all the dates and your mom would love me".

In the end though she settles on a graphic shirt, cargo shorts and her big ass shoes. Plus her usual shades as the finishing touch. It screams "I'm afraid to touch tits and I play minecraft unironically" instead of her goal, but whatever.

She needs to threathen herself in the mirror, have about three and a half breakdowns, throw her bag against the wall and scream into a pillow before she finally gets going with Taigen and Akemi, plus Ringo as the driver.

The party is loud, the air smells like sweat, smoke and alcohol and the people here are annoying. Mizu has lost her friends like fifty minutes ago since she came back from the bathroom, and since then she has been lingering in a corner, sipping her beer awkwardly.

Why is it so damn hard to enjoy a party anyways? Better question, what is there to enjoy? The lights make her head ache, the alcohol is shitty, people keep throwing joint and cigarette buds on the floor and it's the third time the DJ's playing-

"Glow!!" She hears a familiar voice scream as the song by Snow Wife starts playing, and she finally notices you.

Her breathing stops alltogether, as she almost crushes the beer in her hand. There you are. The first thing she sees are heart shaped sunglasses covering your pretty, pretty eyes. You have a black cropped tube top on with a leather jacket covering your shoulders.

"Fuck me..." Mizu breathes out, and feels her insides tingle. She means it too. She can't tear her eyes away from you, and the way you chug your drink while dancing. There are people around you, mostly other women in revealing outfits, and one or two guys in slutty tanktops. She wants to sooo badly go over there, but her legs won't move. So instead she does the next best thing. She just watches you dance around, and move yourself to the beat. Your body bounces. Jesus, it fucking bounces. Mizu almost throws up. She agressivley chugs down the rest of her drink and heads to the bathroom.

She stands before the mirror for a couple minutes after washing her face with ice cold tap water. "Fucking pussy." She murmurs as she looks at herself in the reflecting surface. "Why can't I just talk to her?" She says, putting her palms on her face, pulling the skin down. "Why was it so fucking easy to talk to her when we first met? 'Bout fucking bugs and shit... And why is to so damn scary now? It's just her! Her and her...fuckin' tits bouncing, and her collarbones, and she's probably sweaty and..." She starts murmuring to herself, feeling the familiar feeling of arousal hit her system. She splashes her face with water again, and marches out of the bathroom.

When she returns to the main area, she doesn't see you anywhere. Fuck! Is it over? Just like that? Did you leave with someone? Ugh.

Suddenly, Akemi appears next to Mizu, and starts dragging her to somehwere. "Mizu! Come, come! I was like, literally looking around for you for the last likkke...two songs. Totally! I was like "woah, she must've gotten lost" or like something." She says, clearly under the infulence of something plus alcohol. Mizu just groans in an annoyed way as she gets dragged into a room that definetly smells like weed.

Great.

Mizu starts grumbling until she spots you. You're sitting there, on the couch, laughing with Taigen and one of his asshole friends. "Mizu!" Taigen grins when she spots her. It's his usual shiteating, smug grin. "I though you went home or something." Akemi sits down on the couch too, dragging her along.

"Shut up." Mizu rolls her eyes as she flops down, being the most grateful woman ever, since her shades hide that she is literally staring at your lips as you put a blunt between them. She then makes eyecontact with you (or she assumes, since you're both wearing sunglasses), and you offer her the blunt with a small, rapsy chuckle.

She never tried weed before...but the aftertaste of you lips are on that thing, so she takes it withouth hesitation. It burns her throat as she inhales, but she keeps a straight face in order to stay nonchalant. But it's so, so hard. She almost squirms around on the couch when your fingers brush against hers as she passes you back the blunt.

"Soooo Mizu," You send a grin her way as you sit down on the armrest, right next to her. You ass is almost touching her arm. "I've never seen you at a party before. I'm glad you're here now though." You giggle.

She desperately wants to say "I only came now because of you!" but she restrains herself. "Uhhh, by the waaay, Mizu!" Akemi starts again, excitedly bouncing next to her. "D'ya know who I saw? Mikio! He's here too." She says with a tone that is supposed to be teasing, but to Mizu it's fucking annoying.

Mikio?! Mikio. Is she fucking serious? The one ex Mizu has, and never wants to fucking see again, is here?

"Whaaa? You guys know Mikio?" You join in, leaning over the back of the couch, arching on the arm rest. "Yah." Akemi responds casually. Don't say it. Don't you fucking say it. "He's Mizu's ex." Fuck.

Mizu sees you process the information, then you let out a deep, throathy laugh. "Are you fucking serious? Haa!" Akemi joins in the giggling too. "Yep. Mizu dated him when she was like...a senior in highschool I think. They were kinda cute though~"

Mizu wants the ground to swallow her whole. Here she is, with the woman she loves and her annyoing ass high friend, talking about her ex, who basically ruined her when they dated. She didn't even like him, it was all comphet, but when he broke up with her, she turned into a beast for weeks, snapping at anyone who she saw.

"Damn. I didn't know Mizu was into guys." You say, and it makes Mizu's blood stop flowing in her veins. Shit shit shit! Do you think she's straight now? Is she losing her already non existent chance?

"Uh, no, I-" Mizu starts but Akemi cuts her off. "Oh, she was very different back then! She was all girly, look, I think I have a picture." Akemi says and digs out her phone. "Wait, n-no-" Mizu beginst to protest but gets cut off by Akemi again. "Here, look! This was at one of their cute lil' picnics under some apple tree or some shit." Akemi shoves her phone in your face, and you lift your heart shaped sunglasses to see it better.

"Holy shit..." You say, as if in shock. "Mizu, is that really you?" You say, eyes wide in surprise and your eyebrows lifted as high as they can go.

"I uh..." Mizu's cheeks burn in shame. She knows that picture. It was taken a couple days before the brutal breakup. She really was different back then. She wore her hair in a high pony, and loved off the shoulder shirts. She hated herself so much back then. She teared up a little, but she was, again, the world's most grateful woman that she decied to wear her shades.

But you weren't stupid. "Akemi, here." You tossed her your phone as you stood up, knowing the girl's first insticnt will be to start taking goofy pictures at a 90 degree angle. She loves leaving those around in other people's phones. You then look at her, and quickly slide down her shades, discovering her tears. "H-hey, give that-" Mizu starts protesting, but it was too late. You were looking into her teary eyes. Before she could react, you place your own heart shaped ones on her face, and put hers on yours. Then with that, you lift the now barely lit blunt and start walking out. "Mizu's coming with me to check on the other's." You say casually, as if to Akemi and the other's who aren't paying attention, but really, it's to her. Mizu follows you outside, and you lead her to a small balcony. The cold air hits her, making her nose turn red right away. You chuckle and inhale a hit from the blunt.

"Needed some fresh air." You murmur and hold the blunt out for her. Mizu feels her heart throb. Did you really just notice her discomfort and pull her out of there? Oh God. It's just like back then...you're acting like you guys known eachother since forever, and she loves it. She slowly takes the blunt, but just looks at it first.

You chuckle. "You don't have to." You say with a grin but Mizu just shrugs and takes a hit. "Thanks." She whispers and you shoot her a smile. Not a grin, or a smirk. A smile.

"If you don't like places like this, why are you here?" You ask. "Because it's obvious you don't. Did Akemi drag you along?" Is Mizu that transparent? Or can you just read people? Well, whatever it is, Mizu feels oddly vulnerable.

A long silence.

"I wanted to see you." She murmurs, letting the ash fall from the blunt. Your eyebrows lift up, and you cock your head to the side.

"Yeah?"

...

"Yeah." Mizu takes another hit, feeling her insides getting slowly relaxed and passes you back the blunt.

"Hm." You hum. "Why me?" You ask, your tone calm. It still has that usual raspy edge to it, but it's so...soothing. Mizu can't help but wish you'd wisper in her ear.

"I..." Mizu needs to take a deep breath. Fhuuuck it's hard to talk about feelings. "Re...remember when we met at the aquarium?"

"Yep...it was cool. Nobody listens to me ramble about bugs that much." You chuckle, trying to ease the vibes.

"I fell in love with you that day. I..I think, at least." Mizu blurts out, imidiately feeling her whole face burn up. "B-Before you say anything though, I don't expect you to like me back. I don't expect anything. I-I just wanted you to know, beca-" She starts rambling, her voice all shaky, but she suddenly gets caught off by you laughing out loud.

"Jesus, that's such a fucking cute thing to say." You say, slowly pushing her shades up your head, into your hair. "Color me wooed." You say, putting on an amused grin.

Mizu just blinks rapidly, her cheeks turning all the shades of red and crimson. Did...did that really work? How? "I...really?" She manages to croak out.

"Yup." You say, slowly stepping closer. "So what's next, hm? Now that you can expect stuff?"

Mizu can feel her insides shaking. Oh my God. You...you are flirting with her. You. The one who had her in a chokehold for months, the one who was the only one who Mizu could think about while touching herself, the one, single coolest woman ever...

"C-Can I...uh...kiss you?" Mizu asks carefully, and you, instead of an answer, slowly wrap her arms around her slender neck, pulling her down to your level, making her bend over.

"Guess." Fuck. You're so goddamn hot. Mizu decides to don't give a shit about her nerves, and just kisses you. It's an urgent, sloppy and akward kiss, with your teeth clanking sometimes, and she feeling out of rhythm. But it's okay. You still enjoy it. Why? Because she's so cute. Endearing even. The way her lips cling to you, as if you're her salvation, the way her hands depserately grasp at your hips...you feel like getting lost in it. Slowly, she pushed you down, hiding the both of you behind the railing.

"L-Let me...please let me..." Mizu muttered in a breahty, depserate whisper, her long fingers slowly curling around your right breast. Oh, it was so soft, You put a hand on her cheek, caressing it with a smile, and her eyes shined with the now given green light. She yanked down your tupe top, revealing your strapless bra which she got rid of too.

She got mesmerized by the sight of your bare boobs, perky nipples staning proud, as she ran her finger's along it's curve. She imagined them so many times, but they're somehow so much better in reality. Her lips latched around one of the nipples, almost moaning at the feeling of the hard bud agaist her tongue. She started swirling her tongue around it like her life depended on it. Her head was reeling, taking a pause to take your sunglasses off her face, and putting it on the gorund, then getting right back to work. Your soft little sighs, the way your fingers toyed with the loose strands of hair falling out from her bun...it made her soaked already.

"Hah...that's a good girl." You murmur and Mizu can physically feel her slick drip out of her. She can't take it anymore. She let's her hands grip your belt, and they start to unbuckle it.

When she finally manages to slide down your pants, she's met with...cute little panties. Such a contrast to your outfit, but she loves it. She's the only one who knows what kind of panties you're wearing tonight. She starts sliding her fingers up and down your folds through the clotch, as if teasing you, but in reality, Mizu's teasing herself. She can feel the material get more and more wet the more she rubs it. You're body is responding to her...it's aware she's there, and it's aware that she's trying to turn you on.

She lifts her head, fingers hooking the band of your panties. "Please...c-can I just...you know..." Mizu murmurs, but you stop her, putting a hand on her wrist.

"Say it clearly, and I'll let you." You say, her voice low and raspy. It makes Mizu's clit throb. "Otherwise no."

She gulps and licks drool from her lips. "Can I...please, just...taste you? To...eat you out." She croacks out, not even believeing she said that to you, but you just give her a smile in return. You slowly push her down, so that she's laying on the floor, her back hitting the tiles of the balcony. You straddle her chest, and Mizu watches with wide eyes and a baited breath as you slide your panties to the side, revealing your folds and their...their beautiful color, scent and let your slick drip down to her neck.

"Here you go...all for you." You whisper as you lower yourself onto her lips. Her lips lock on your flesh, her hands wrapping around thighs depserately. She quietly moans into your heat, having the time of her life. Oh, you taste so good...and she can feel your juices drip down her throat. The way you keep slowly grinding into her makes her hips buck againts nothing. You notice that though, and lean back onto your hands, and put one of them on her crotch.

You're touching her. You're actually touching her. Mizu feels like she could cum just from this. She keeps lapping at you like a starved woman, legs spreading as if on command as you hand snakes inside her pants. She starts whimpering into your entrance, her tongue pushing inside as you play directly with her clit. It throbs for you, and only for you as your soft fingers circle around, and on it.

"tastes 'sgoood...please fuck me...fuck 'm, please." Mizu keeps mumbling and whimpering against your pussy, pushing her whole face into it, as she pulls you lower, as if she wants to burry and hide in it. You grin, as you slip one gentle finger inside her. You're actually inside her. Fuck, the love of her life is inside her, as her juices drip down her throat, deep into her system.

"Yeah, mhm...good girl." You say breathlessly, slowly pumping two fingers inside her, as you approach her climax. Even if she never done this before, she's very good at eating pussy it seems. You move your fingers faster, curling your fingers, and as Mizu's moans get louder, you push harder against her, muffling her, since there are people on the other side of the door. "Sh...ssh, come on...cum for me." You say, as you feel yourself tipping over the edge.

You don't have to ask twice though, because just from the way you whisper to her, orgasm crashes over Mizu's whole nervous system. She squirms under you, until you slowly pull your finegr out of her.

After going back to the rest of the group, Mizu needs to pretend like she didn't just fuck the girl of her dreams, since that would've made it akward. So she sits down on the couch once again, and keeps quiet, watching you interact with the people around, like you're some magical creature, mesmerizing her.

After Ringo calls her up, tellig her that he's there to pick them up, Mizu collects Akemi and Taigen, and stuffs them inside Ringo's car. You walk her out though, and cheekily press a kiss on her neck before you wave goodbye.

Moments after Mizu gets home, she locks the door behind herself, and lets out the loudest scream ever. A victory scream, if you will.

Right before she gets into the shower, her phone buzzes with a notification. It's from you.

"hey. i had a good time."

"i'm gonna be at the aquarium tomorrow btw."

Mizu blinks at the texts. Did she just get invited to a date? Uh, fuck yeah!

"can't wait."

She texts back, and later that night, she can't help but play the image of what you did with her on that balcony. Her heat aches again, and she can't help but touch herself. But something changed.

It doesn't feel as good anymore...she wants your touch again. She got a small taste of Heaven, and she needs more. She can't wait until the date.

[thefisherqueen]

“Then I shall run over to Camberwell and call upon Mrs. Cecil Forrester. She asked me to, yesterday.” “On Mrs. Cecil Forrester?” asked Holmes, with the twinkle of a smile in his eyes. “Well, of course Miss Morstan too. They were anxious to hear what happened.” “I would not tell them too much,” said Holmes. “Women are never to be entirely trusted,—not the best of them.” I did not pause to argue over this atrocious sentiment. 

A Lot is going on here. A few observations: 1) Holmes does not seem heartbroken by Watson's crush on miss Morstan - he acts kind of amused and resigned by it? It gives me major aroace vibes, like my own reactions to seeing yet another friend consumed by a new love, "ah there goes my allo friend again, he just can't help himself" 2) Kind of hard to say what Holmes exactly tried to do with making that statement. Is it mere misogyny, or a kind of jealous 'talk to me instead' sentiment, or maybe also a kind of misplaced rejection of romance? I know from my own experience, after all, that if all your other-gender interactions are interpreted as inherently romantic it's kind of easy to try to avoid and belittle those interactions alltogether because everything just gets uncomfortable like that. I've had my own 'all boys are stupid' phase. Which is Not Good for all kinds of reasons, obviously In any case, Watson does not agree, which is rather awesome of him

[astrowhump]

Junior #2

TW: restraints, aftermath of drugging, threats, objectification, torture devices (this chapter’s mostly talk and no action tbh)

[previous chapter]

“Rise and shine, lovely.”

Noah grunts, his head feels as if it was run over by a car time and time again. He tries to gather his memory, his thoughts scattered and intangible; then they start rushing to his brain in slides, not in chronological order, but he grasps a sense of where he is and then everything falls into place—

“YOU FUCKING-“

“Sh sh sh shhhh.” His captor wraps a piece of cloth around his mouth, it slides onto his tongue and between his teeth as he tightens it behind his head.

“I’d watch that mouth if I were you, sugar” he coos in his ear.

He tries to use his hands, and that’s when he notices his position; his arms hang above his head, restrained by cufflinks that connect to the ceiling. He must’ve been left there for quite a while, his arms feel devoid of sensation.

He knows he can only make muffled noises through the gag, and what would be the point of that? He stops making a noise alltogether; instead, his eyes - filled with disgust and hatred- stare into those of the smug bastard, who only smirks back, clearly looking at him from a position of power.

“You’re quite the heavy sleeper…Noah,” He drags out his name on purpose, emphasising that he knows his identity even though Noah never introduced himself…to either of them. He remembers now, there were two of them, a…Junior, where did that one go?

His eyes wander around in search of the boy, but other – more interesting – objects catch his attention. He’s chained to the ceiling right in the middle of what looks like a dungeon. He sees a wall covered with a collection of whips -various models, shapes and designs- in an orderly arrangement. The wall across from him is where the door is, heavy-looking metal, and a tad over-polished, especially for a basement.

The wall to his left is what makes his bones shiver inside his body. There’s a wooden board attached to the wall with multiple leather straps on it; he can guess what each one’s supposed to restrain by the placement of them – there’s one for the neck, four for the arms and four for the legs- but the most gruesome part of that wall isn’t the vertical wooden bed, not even the medeival piercing handcuffs and worn-out pliers that hang next to it; It’s the blood that paints almost every inch of the cement in crimson. He can spot different patterns from different types of slashes, some consistent with long shallow blows of something light-weight and some with slow and deep cuts of a blade.

The whole room looks like a serial killer’s bullet journal; everything is neatly positioned and has its own place, and some of the items look purely aesthetic. Then there’s the wall of memoir, with the most disgusting traces left of his victims; the only part of the room that lacks structure.

“I can see you’re blown away by the decoration. Took me a while to design the whole place…with a personal touch.”

‘Your decoration makes me sick and you’re fucked in the head’ is what Noah wants to say, however, he can only frown, as he doesn’t have many muscles free to communicate; but he makes sure his facial expression gives his captor a hint of his thoughts.

“I try to be humble about it, but I can’t lie, I really am proud of how it turned out.”

He giggles as he speaks, like an excited little girl ranting about her new dollhouse.

“I imagine you have a bunch of questions, most of them do.”

Noah rolls his eyes in their sockets so hard he could see inside his brain. It doesn’t take a psychic to realize anyone in his position would have questions, and a rising urge to skin the man alive.

His captor doesn’t seem pleased. He grips the boy’s jaw, staring through his eyes and straight into his soul.

“oh I am gonna have so much fun breaking that attitude out of you…”

He lets go of the grip, sliding the gag out of his mouth as he retracts his hand. Every cell in Noah’s body tells him to spit on his face, to curse and scream and chew on the asshole’s neck. He takes a deep breath in, and decides not to waste the chance he’s been given; the guy looks too mentally unstable, he’d rather not try his patience.

“Who are you?” he asks first. Speaking hurts his dry throat.

“I was preparing for a scream, but I guess you knew better…”

His prisoner doesn’t react, still waiting on his answer.

“I’m Alexander, but you’ll refer to me as Sir. I’ll be taking care of you…for as long as you last.”

‘you’re doing one hell of a job taking care of me’ Noah barely swallows down.

“Why did you capture me? Why am I hanging from the ceiling like a slaughtered cow?” he couldn’t help the bitter comment, the thought was sitting heavy on his tongue, waiting to be spat out. Alex doesn’t seem to mind.

“Because I was bored, Junior’s hardly any entertainment anymore.” He answers honestly; not like honesty makes the sick content of what he says any better.

“why- what are you planning to do to me?” The bitterness in Noah’s voice is now replaced by worry. He gets visibly nervous and he can’t help as it leaks into his words.

“I’m gonna play with you, sugar. I’ll mold your mind, body and soul into submission and I’ll have my fun doing that. When you lose your…spark, you’ll be discarded and I’ll take on a new project. Simple as that.”

Something about that sentence, being referred to as a new project -a breakable object- makes Noah’s gut churn. He tries his damned hardest to stop his jaw from trembling and tears from falling. False hope, as Alexander notices the glint of tears in his eyes and his lips open to a faux-sympathetic smile.

“It’s okay to be scared, I would be too.”

He catches a tear that falls astray from his boy’s eyes with his knuckles.

“Last question?”

“w-w-why me?” He wants to slap himself across the face for the embarrassing quiver in his voice. The man seems to think about that one for a second before answering blandly.

“…You were at the wrong place, at the wrong time, and you made all the wrong choices.”

It can’t just be that, he can’t just end up in a horror movie because he decided to help out a person in need. He can’t just be randomly dragged into a torture chamber when he did nothing to deserve it. It’s unfair. He shouldn’t be here…but he is, and there’s not a single limb in his body he can move to protest. He no longer tries to gulp down his sobs.

“Enough chit chat for now, sweetheart. I’ll let you settle in for today, we’ll start the fun tomorrow. “

The gag gets shoved into his mouth again and the man leaves him there to weep, bound and truly miserable.

[next chapter]

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[iwasbored777]

so ur trolls posts got me to watch trolls world tour again. i remembered liking it but i couldnt remember why, but now i know for sure

I FCUKING LOVE TROLLS WORLD TOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL THE INCREDIBLE WRITERS WERE SECRETLY ON TROLLS 2 !!!!!!’n

I CANT TBINK OF A SINGLE FLAW IN TROLLS WOULD TOUR!!!!!!!

i was NOT expecting a brilliantly written masterpiece about colonialism, but thats what i got, and its going in the greatest of all time hall of fame in my brain forever.

im not gonna sit here and regale you on the message of the movie. they only said fax, no printer, and its an important message to send kids. alot of the messages kids get about races and borders is “we are all the same 😚” but they came in with the “we are NOT the same and that is both good and bad, both exciting and dangerous so you need to be aware of dangerous ideas of “harmony”” and thats so real. kids need to understand differences are OK.

i love how they backed off the “chosen one” vibe poppy had in the first movie and talked about her flaws as a leader. while her stubborness was a good thing in the first movie to contrast branches pessimistic nature, it wouldnt have worked here, and i can see a cheap writer (like m*chael w*ldron) either insisting she gets away with her selfishness and carrying on with the happy ending anyway, or pretending that wasnt a character trait at all (because w*ldron doesnt watch the first movie and writes a sequel anyway)

my favorite scene is the bubble scene and the woods right after they leave funk where branch confronts poppy. do i even need to tell you why?

i just want to mention it because im pretty sure branch sings a cover of “girl crush” by little big town, which is a country band, and branch said he likes country music earlier and that slays. but when poppy comes in, what they sing is definitley not girl crush, and i cant tell if its giving “trolls can mix music” or im completley wrong and its a different song alltogether. but i cant tell if that song is homophobic or is super gay, so if im wrong thats prob for the best.

the only flaw i can think of is the country music, as a midwestern i can confidently say that was an affront to real blue grass country music. i guess born to die “works” but it didnt represent country as well as the other genres did. theres alot of controversy in the country music fandom with alot of singers who sound exactly the same and produced like its a factory line. but even if people still think miranda lambert and carrie underwood arent true country singers, their songs wouldve worked better than born to die. also the country trolls shouldve been on a self sufficient farm instead of the wild west. that wild western jazzy piano and country music isnt the same.

the only bad part about the movie is that it ended and barb ATE. SHE LEFT NO CRUMBS WITH THAT INTRO. send ask.

Lol I love your review. I love Trolls World Tour a lot too and all their other movies. Great stuff.

And yeah I love Poppy and how she can accomplish A LOT but she doesn't make it on her own, she needs character development and help from others just like everyone else. Characters are surprisingly realistic.

Barb really was goat, the best antagonist in the franchise. I love parallels between her and Poppy, how both had different intentions (Poppy wanted to help and Barb wanted to conquer) but Poppy's method was also wrong and both Poppy and Barb and everyone had to make compromises for all tribes to live in harmony because no one has to change their lifestyle for that to happen, all they have to do is accept that they're different and that's perfect. Just be yourself and let others be themselves.

That song in the end (Just Sing) slaps hard (and so does Can't Stop The Feeling btw).

P.S. Tiny Diamond fucking slays 🔥🔥🔥

[rt-lots]

who wants to hear way too much info on my thoughts about being medicated/seeing a psychiatrist/going to therapy? read more for more

this isn't a vent post really i just wanna talk about my thoughts. post is under the cut because if people don't wanna be subjected to my brain then they shouldn't have to be.

im in a really weird spot with my mental health treatment right now because i simultaneously am very adverse to going to therapy but also am annoyed with my doctors' recent attempts to change my medication. im getting tired of going on and off stuff and altering my doses and stuff just because im not like... Good? if i understand it right. im BETTER, and id rather leave it at that then keep trying to fix myself.

which is where it gets weird, because i really, REALLY want to be fixed. it's part of why i don't want to do therapy. i just want my brain to be normal and ill handle the rest on my own. but after talking about drug interactions and side effects and my doctor saying i shouldn't be on stimulants long-term, i realized wholly, certainly this time, that no amount of pills are going to "fix" me. not even therapy "fixes" you. its not about getting "fixed". and it's probably the wrong way of going about things, but MY way of going about accepting this is the desire to just stick with what works. im still depressed, but a few missed weeks have taught me that oh my GOD antidepressants help. where im at with my doses and stuff works! at least it has. like im still depressed Whatever but its manageable, and i think im done trying to do better than manageable.

my doctor put me on new adhd meds to replace my stimulants and that's what's got me all in my head about all this. ive been feeling Not Good when before i could've at least been Not Great. its rough because now how am i supposed to even know WHAT im feeling if anything could just be a side effect of my new stuff? my newest pills came with a fucking behemoth list of side effects and background info so i feel like im not really "myself" while im trying it. (its not really helping my adhd, btw. i don't think ill keep being on these for long, so it's hard to even respect my routine while they're a part of it.)

she described the prospect of non stimulant adhd meds to me as being like "if you were a person all the time, instead of just when you take your pill" but it doesn't feel like that at all. everything's just weird and foggy. my days keep blending together and i feel like im getting more and more tired. im up but im not really awake. and i know this isn't a reason to give up on non-stimulants alltogether- this specific pill just doesn't work for me, and that's fine- but my prescriptions are all fucked up now because of it. like, the pharmacy said they were removing my anti depressants because of these new meds?? can they do that??? and i think they like unsubscribed me from adderall or whatever. so if i wanna go back to normal i need neewwww prescriptions and newww meetings and i don't wANNAAAAA I JUST DONT WANNA BRAH.

i wrote this all out a month ago i think and it actually hasn't gotten any better since. my psychiatrist didn't listen to me when i said the adhd meds don't help and prescribed me bubroprion to help me with staying awake. it doesn't do anything for me and everything's just getting worse. sometimes I don't feel like a person. people say things to me and i have to muster up my last bit of energy to put any emotion into my voice so they don't think I'm uninterested. im tired so so much and I'm spending 12 hours a day in bed. My rigorous routine i set up collapses so easily and when it does it's impossible to recover from. If I don't wake up at 7 my day is completely wasted. im running out of options. i just want to go back to my prior medication. I don't know what is side effects and what is depression and what is some other third thing but I don't even care, I want to go back to when things felt better than when they felt worse. Because fuck, I'm trying so hard and it's getting worse. I don't care that it's nonlinear. i feel like no one even takes it seriously how debilitating this is. i don't enjoy doing anything except engaging in interests and hyperfixations i don't have the energy to engage in. im so so tired. im not doing "not good" I'm doing BAD. my psychiatrist told me she didn't want to give me adderall just so I could sit on my computer all day but im not even awake enough to do that anymore. im so tired. I don't know what to do

[yoiku]

Did some changes to my pinned post with all the links. also a general update. Oh wow this turned out WAY longer than I thought i'll just put it under read more lmao.

Removed twitter/x entirely from the pinned post, It's really just one man's joke of a site, and i'd rather not have anything going on there. Really thinking about just deleting my acc there alltogether, but i'm still giving it a bit of time so more people can find me on bluesky. each time I retweet about being on bsky instead on twitter a few people see it and start following me on bsky, so there's still stragglers out there. But i'm no longer posting on twitter, i'm not even going to use it to announce stuff on other sites etc.

Another rather big change (at least for me) is the swap to Piczel from Picarto for streaming. I've been on Picarto since 2016, and the site continues to prioritise pointless things instead of the stability or quality of the service. while their subscription price has pretty much doubled from when i started. the facelift for the site was a good sign some years ago but the functionality stayed the same. and while I understand it to a degree from the business wiew, it does feel shitty that the admins and mods on the site favor the big name streamers. I think it would also be nice to show some love for the small fry who are often more actively streaming then the big ones. It's just so difficult to move from a place that's been your home for so long, I wish I'd done the move sooner. It's wonderful that more or less our entire little group is moving over so the most important thing, the people, will still be there. I have to also give praise to Piczel right off the bat. I've exchanged emails with the owner before, and they're genuinely a nice person. Offering a month of free premium to anyone who wants to try the site, and being fairly transparent about what's going on and what are the plans for the site. Not to mention that they were in the chat day one when we were testing the site, helping everyone with the setups and answering questions. I paid for my premium right away since I felt like returning the generous gesture of a free month, but they still gave me a code for a free month, lol. That's another nice feature, that the premium service is given as 30 day codes. while it's a recurring payment, it also lets you choose if the codes are automatically added, or if you want to manually activate them. I find it nice, because you can have a break if you feel like it, but you're not "losing" paid time for a premium. and you can choose to gift the code to someone as well. It's more consumer friendly. (and a bit cheaper than picarto's) While the new interface is going to take its time to get used to, the more I learn about it the more I prefer it. There are so many things that make it easier for streamers. I really appreciate it. Multistreaming on Piczel is crazy. it allows up to 16 streams which sounds like way too much, but the settings make it work better than it sounds. i've noticed that whenever there's more than 4 streams online in the same multi, the site defaults to setting the video players to a mode than only refreshes the picture every 10 seconds, which is much lighter for less than ideal connections/lower bandwidth. and it's really smooth to change between different streams and you can enlarge one without having to set it on fullscreen, if you'd rather just focus on one of the many streams. you can have some playing, some on the 10 second refresh mode or paused. At least for me it has been working very smoothly. Piczel is also mostly favored by nsfw artists from what i've gleamed, but the sfw/nsfw settings on there actually work unlike picarto of late, where putting a filter on did -nothing- and telling the staff about it nobody replied and the issue persisted.

And maybe my favorite little thing, I have a button on my stream to "share on tumblr" which makes it so much easier to remember to announce streams. Hmm, anything else to talk about? I think I'm slowly coming out of the worst of the depression, or at least I finally feel SOME movement in my mind. I'm not gonna lie the blorbo asks have been like a serotonin injection. feel free to send some any time! I will ruminate on questions that make me think more, but all will be answered.

I am still struggling with getting back on with the comic which annoys me to no end, but I'm sure it'll come as i start to draw more again. I am really trying to get commissions back up and going before the end of the year. I am planning on dropping my workshop days to 2 instead of 3 for at least 3 months, and i'm gonna take a 2 week break next month or december. so additional funds will be needed ;u; I'm incredibly dissapointed in the healthcare services atm, so much so that i've kinda given up for a while. I'm just gonna let those things move on their own if they will, since me trying to make things move hasn't done anything the entire year. It's all been wasted energy and pointless stress.

[autumnbrambleagain]

Vampiric Hunger is the most fascinating thing to me, and the quintessence of early Morrowind Modding.

With just janky MWScript, the author was able to make a hunger system where you need to feed on blood, and often early on, petering out as you go longer. It adds sun damage based on a percentage of health and ways to deactivate it with items. It gives you new vampire powers the longer you're a vampire. As far as coding goes, it's arguably not the most impressive vanilla Morrowind mod to exist, but it is certainly up there in the top few pushing the vanilla engine as far as it could go without MWSE.

In terms of writing you have lines like "Please Noooo." in response to you harvesting someone's blood. It's... bad.

And in terms of actual design... they changed the bonuses Vampirism gives you from Attributes to Curses. Which is an actual, in-engine mechanic! And for all the incredible scripting work, lovingly commentated and clear and coherent, I can only imagine this:

They changed it to Curse because uhm vampires are cursed right that's way cooler.

And as a result, the stats and skills you get for being a vampire are temporary and if anything drains or damages them you can never get them back ever because curses are an in-engine function that was never finished being implemented and you set it to curses without it being a function that works and now your mod doesn't fucking work.

There are mods that fix this, allegedly, but the one I'm using doesn't seem to be working for me, which is just. Just fantastic really because it's going to be a huge fucking deal to reset my stats to where they're supposed to be, and then even more testing to see if I can get the "fixed" version to actually work right before I just scrap the mod alltogether.

Because the version I'm using helpfully put half the fixes in a DIFFERENT .esp that adds a bunch of shit I don't want and wasn't using and didn'' realize until later the fixes were in THERE for some reason, you know, because who would put the fixes in the bonus extra optional fucking esp lol? And switching to a fixed .esp doesn't seem to be working and worse, seems to prevent stat restore on drinking blood, which, I don't even know why that's fucking up now did you HOOK the stat restore into it being a curse somehow??? The fuck did you do.

But it's the utter living SYMBOL of early Morrowind modding. You accomplished something far beyond the expectations of what the game could do... and then fucked it up, entirely, made your mod actively deleterious and broken, because you went "haha isn't vampirism a curse? there's an option for curses here that sounds way cooler I"m gonna make them a curse instead"

And to this day no one's done a better vampire mod. There's Devilish Vampires now, but Vampire Embrace has a complex dialogue system that allows people to talk to you if they like you enough, and has a pre-greeting system that allows you to convince them to talk to you even if they normally wouldn't, and... Devilish Vampires has it so you can do it if you wear a closed helmet and only if you do that. If you're a beast race there's One Hat that works and that's it. And instead of allowing you to feed on people repeatedly, and collect thralls and make new vampires, it... makes you feed on corpses, forcing you to kill someone every time ? ? ? I guess? ? ? You're basically exchanging like two dozen awesome systems for a fifth of the content like no offense very impressive mod also but VE/VH just remains completely unmatched

Vampyr looked cool but that project hasn't gotten an update in over a year so rip.

Meanwhile Vampiric Hunger would have worked great if the author hadn't gone "wow... vampirism is a curse and there's a curse option here... neat!"

And that's. That's So <s>Raven</s> Morrowind.

well i guess my next morrowind time is going to be spent fixing someone else's mod. again. because that's what morrowind is BAYBEY

[lilacella]

Reindeer Games

Previous

Chapter 5/5: The Bachelor Party

James' hands were tightly wrapped around his glass. He was dizzy from the alcohol and the music and voices from the party around him blurred into a thick mass of indistinguishable sound.

He should be happy. Tomorrow he would marry the love of his life. Lily. It had always been Lily. He should be happy, and he was. But, right now, on his Bachelor party, on his last night before he tied the eternal knot, his eyes kept being drawn towards someone else. The other person that would be standing next to him at the altar tomorrow. Sirius.

It had been the right decision. It had been right to let go of the weird thing he had with Sirius back in school; something between the blurry lines of friendship and love. After all, you couldn't love two people at the same time.

And yet, he did. He was now more sure than ever that he did. And he regretted letting go, right decision or not.

James looked at Sirius face, dimly lit by the bar lights. How his hair fell into his face with an effortless coolness that James knew he could never replicate. How his grey eyes caught the light and reflected it like a still winter lake. How his lips wrapped around the rim of his glass as he took a sip. Soft lips. He knew that. He missed them.

He missed Sirius alltogether. Which was quite ridiculous since they still talked every single day. He was still his best friend. He would be his best man tomorrow. He was sitting right here, at the table. And yet, it wasn't enough. It had never been enough but James had hoped that his bottomless need for being close to Sirius would stop, once he was with Lily. He loved her. He loved her so much. She was the best thing that ever happened to him. But so was Sirius. None of this made any sense.

"You okay Prongs?" Sirius reached over the table and rubbed James' arm. James felt dizzy. He wasn't okay. Maybe he just needed to talk about this.

"Can we just...go somewhere else for a bit?"

"Do you have to throw up?" Sirius sounded concerned now.

"No, no, I'm okay." James could tell that his voice slurred. "I just need to...talk to you."

"Talk to me? Why? What's wrong?"

James didn't answer and simply got up instead, maneuvering his way out of the bar onto the street, into the cold winter air.

"James! Where are you going? What's wrong?" Sirius rushed after him, grabbing James' shoulder to stop him, but James kept walking. They needed a quiet spot. So he dragged the confused Sirius with him until he finally sat down on a staircase that led down to a basement door. Sirius frowned, but sat down beside him.

"Prongs, what's going on? You are starting to worry me. You're not getting cold feet are you? Because that would be stupid. You know that, right?"

James turned to Sirius. Suddenly he didn't know what he was doing here anymore. What did he even want to say? He absentmindedly reached out and started playing with the collar of Sirius leather jacket. James liked this jacket. It was thick and smelled nice and sometimes Sirius would borrow it to him, when he had given his own jacket to Lily. Sirius gently grabbed his hand and pulled it down, until it came to a rest on James knee.

"James," he said softly. "Talk to me. What's wrong?"

"I miss you."

Sirius frowned.

"I'm right here."

"No but...I miss...I miss what we had." James took a shaky breath. "Before Lily."

Sirius face darkened. All tenderness left his voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know what I'm talking about," said James in barely more than a whisper. Then he laughed, louder than he had intended. The sound echoed between the building walls. "We both know what that was, don't we? I mean...I mean that was not a friends thing." He giggled without knowing why. "And I miss you. I miss you so bad."

Sirius didn't respond. James raised his head to look at him but Sirius had turned away and was staring at something in the bushes, rimming the stairwell they were sitting in.

"Pads."

Sirius still didn't answer and instead started fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket. James reached out and turned Sirius' face towards him. Sirius stared at him with a mixture of surprise and anger. James' hand still lingered on his cheek. He leaned forward and pressed his lips on Sirius'.

Their lips melted together like they'd never been apart. James' hand moved into Sirius' neck almost automatically and Sirius leaned in, slightly, until their shoulders were touching. When they broke apart after what could have been anything from a few seconds to an hour, James was shivering from the cold and maybe also a little from the adrenaline rushing through his body. Sirius took one look at him, shrugged off his jacket and handed it over.

"We should go back inside."

James shook his head.

"No...I...I mean...Can't we just stay here? Maybe, if you want." He wrapped the jacket tighter around his shoulders. It was still warm from Sirius and it smelled like him.

"No. We should go. We...We shouldn't have..." Sirius got up and tried to pull James with him.

"I love you."

The words hung in the air between them like the little clouds of condensation of their breath. Quickly dispersing in the chilly air.

"You are drunk," Sirius said toneless.

"But I..."

"No."

James could see the tears glistening in Sirius' eyes.

"Don't do this now." Sirius voice had softened again. "You'll get married tomorrow. And you love her. You will be happy. Don't ruin this."

"But..."

"No. As your best man it is my duty to make sure you don't do anything stupid tonight. And this is stupid. I won't let you do it." He grabbed James' arm and steered him back towards the bar entrance.

"Sirius...I..."

Sirius stopped abruptly.

"What? What is your fucking point James? What do you want?"

James didn't know what his point was. He only knew that he felt awful. His head was reeling and he was so so tired. And he didn't want to be without Sirius.

"I'm gonna miss you." James didn't even understand his words himself. Sirius did. He sighed deeply and put a hand on James' shoulder, rubbing it through the jacket.

"I will always be by your side, James. No matter in what way."

James sobbed. He had no idea where that came from. He slumped forward, into Sirius' arms. Sirius held him for a while, letting James hide in his shoulder, swaying him gently from side to side.

"It's okay. It's all going to be okay. Maybe we should just get you home."

"Sirius..." James lifted his head again, desperately trying to figure out the right words that would magically clear up the lump in his throat.

"It's okay. I just want you to be happy," Sirius said and pushed his head back onto his shoulder. "I love you too," he added, much more quietly.

"I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may kiss the bride."

James smiled over both ears before leaning down to Lily, his beautiful, stunning, breathtakingly smart wife and kissed her, for the first time as a married couple.

As they stepped down from the altar he looked back over his shoulder and met Sirius' eyes. He was smiling. Genuinely.

I just want you to be happy.

But what if I want you to be happy as well?

I'll be good. As long as I got you, I'll be good.

James turned back forward and stepped trough the aisle, hoping that Sirius would be right.

BONUS (jilypad) ENDING IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO BE SAD:

"You know I have eyes, do you?" Lily asked suddenly, while playing with James' hair. He lifted his head, still a bit dazed from what they'd just done.

"Of course I know. They are quite beautiful, you know?"

Lily snorted and grinned.

"Stop being a sap for one second. I can see what's going on."

James frowned.

"With you and Sirius?"

He froze. Had someone seen them at the Bachelor party? Did Sirius tell her? No, he would never go behind his back like that. Should he tell her?

Lily sighed.

"Look, I...I wanted to say something sooner, but it felt...I don't know, maybe a little intrusive? But now that I am your wife, I feel like I am allowed to be as intrusive as I like so...I don't mind it."

"You don't mind what?" James mouth felt dry.

"James, I can see the way you two look at each other. I saw you back in school. I knew what I was getting into. You can't tell me that there's nothing going on there."

"There isn't." James sat up, his heart beating fast, in a panic. "There is nothing going on between us, we are just friends. I swear."

Lily put a hand on his arm.

"Calm down, James. I told you, I don't mind it."

James stared blankly. How was he supposed to respond to that.

"I know that you love me. But I can see that you love Sirius too."

"You can't love two people at the same time."

Lily raised an eyebrow.

"Who told you that?"

"Uh...what?"

"It can hardly be impossible if that is how you feel. And you do, right? James. I just want you to be happy."

"But I don't...I don't want to cheat on you! I love you..."

"I know. It's not cheating if I know and approve though."

"You approve? So you just want me to..."

"I want you to do what's right. For you. For Sirius and potentially, for me. I think all three of us might need to have a talk."

James stared at his beautiful wife and wondered what on earth he had done to deserve her. It didn't seem fair.

"Are you sure? Are you sure this is okay for you?"

"Well," Lily smirked. "Sirius and I get along very well. I think there are ways we could figure something out that works for all of us."

[theroundbartable]

Not to mention that the entire idea of homework is degrading, basically useless and enforces priviledges.

No, hear me out.

The original idea of homework (at least in Germany/ Preussen. The preussisch' school system is used as the baseground for school systems in most of the western world, despite it being old as fuck.) was used as a punishment for children who misbehaved. It wasn't universal, children had work to do at homes after school, so they didn't have time for schoolwork. When children didn't have to do that anymore, schools decided to use the homework system as a general teaching method.

Let's assume for a moment that when you do homework, your parents don't help out. If the child makes a mistake, they won't know they did. Instead, they will grow a habit of repeating that same mistake if it's not being corrected. And if they are anxious in school, or the teacher doesn't look at every person's homework every single day, then they'll refuse to admit they made a mistake in fear of being publicially humiliated. The mistake is enforced. The child didn't learn a thing.

Of course, the child's reaction depends on how they were raised and how much their parents support them. Children who have their parents support during homework and through their mistakes, have a much easier time getting good grades... But they didn't actually do the work themselves and the teacher won't see if they improved at all. They just see a student who seems to have all the answers and 'put the work in' and they'll be encouraged to continue the same way. These children will remain on a different level than the rest and be used as an example for the rest of the class, despite there being priviledges helping their grades. I've heard of cases where parents simply did the entire homework for the child.

You can conclude from that (even as a child) that hard work does not pay off, that other people are smarter or more talented than you. It seems so much easier for them, because it is.

And then, of course, there is the homework that makes your hobbies suck. Like maybe you would like to read this book if you didn't have to write an analysis right after. Maybe you'd be good at calculus if it didn't lock you in your house and keep you from hanging out with your friends.

And then old people cry over why children don't talk or play outside anymore. They don't have the bloody time, their playgrounds are taken down and everything fun is forbidden.

Of course, then there is the argument where they tell you that you'll have to do homework when you're an adult too and school prepares you for adulthood. But, unless you're a teacher or do home office, or have specific Jobs where you can divide your time as you see fit- most jobs are 9-5, you go home, do some chores and you're done with the day. Paperwork for taxes and stuff aren't every day chores either and if that were really important to you, you'd teach taxes in class.

What I'm trying to say is, homework is a hypocritical construct. And except maybe for some exceptions (like maybe vocabularies), it should be forbidden alltogether.

Parents really like to do this thing where if their kid is currently "in trouble" they will tell you about it, out loud, in front of the same kid, even if you're a total stranger. "This is my son and he's grounded right now for not doing his homework" they say, while said son just looks at the ground embarrassed. They want you to play along and reinforce their authority like "gaaasp! Homework is so important!! Listen to your mother!!!!" so obviously we all understand in this situation that we should really say "hell yeah kid fuck the system" right

[biohazard-inevitable]

Y’know, writing comes so naturally to me that I kind of forget that its sometimes the only thing some folks know me for.

Like, to me my writing is just that! My writing! Its my brain splattered into text, visual scenes in my mind turned into words the best way I know how, even the impossible to describe ones!

(Long post below)

But to someone who’s only read my fanfiction, my words are all they know me for. For some, its probably not all that interesting, but to a few, its the most profound thing they’ve ever read.

Occasionally, I get a comment reminding me of that fact, or a fanart of a scene from my fics or someone reblogging a poem of mine just flabbergasted that I could write something like that.

But to me its always been there as a way to express myself.

I’ve been writing for about as long as I’ve been drawing, though I couldn’t always read my handwriting.

My journey started simple, in class when we were learning about poetry and writing styles. The rhyming was simple enough to get behind once i figured out of to navigate a thesaurus, and alitteration scratched that just right itch of my adhd.

My first ever work of fanfiction has probably been lost to piles of paper somewhere in my house, but if I find the notebook ever again I may just post a few snippets, but I do remember what it was.

I had been reading the hunger games and got really latched onto it, but I also adored dragons with my entire soul, so I did what any sane kid would do and hand-wrote a hunger games fanfiction where the main characters were dragon ocs. I remember how gaudy and over-the top the descriptions were, and i remember how obvious of a fanfic it was that i was trying to pass off as an “original work” even though it toally was fanfic before I ever knew what fanfic was. I was certainly way too young to be reading the hunger games, but still I remember being so proud of my work.

As I grew older, I started adding more imagrey and metaphors in my writing, fully entering my emo “i hate the world” phase of poetry in middle school after i was banned from using wattpad for life by my parents. I even won an award in a poetry competition! Out of like- the 4 people that actually entered it. My teachers always said that I could be the next “robert frost”, though I’m pretty sure they were just trying to hype up my interest in the topic.

After wattpad was prevented from my life, I kind of stopped writing fic, instead rping with irl friends over text until that too subsided into nothing and i stopped writing alltogether except for the occasional essay for school.

A while after I graduated though, sometime during covid I got an ao3 account and started writing again. I used the dialogue skills i learned from rp and meshed them with my love for metaphors and poetry and the scenes that played through my mind like strands of fluttering film, and that all brought me to where I am today with my writing.

Idk what im really saying with this, its like 3am, but yeah. write, draw, do whatever the fuck you want forever

[aeruthien]

Yeza had caught glimpses of the Shadowhand before. He had come to Yeza's cell more than once, speaking in hushed tones to the guards, his intimidating presence sending a new rush of fear through Yeza's tired limbs.

So it is weird sight to see him curled up against Caleb on the couch, his knees drawn up, wearing comfortable evening pants and a shirt that may be Caleb's. Caleb attention is on Veth, though, who is pressed against Caleb's other side, the two of them chattering excitedly about their newest experiment.

Yeza places the drinks he had been getting in front of them and hesitates. The couch is large enough to accommodate two halflings, a human and a drow, but with his companions curled up as they are, the only empty spot is next to Essek. While sharing magic and alchemy were easy, when the excitement of discovery went down, the uncertainty set in.

"Come."

Essek's voice breaks through his mounting panic. The drow has raised his arm, indicating the empty spot. Veth is nervously playing with Caleb's shirt, watching the exchange like a hawk. A few months back, she had confessed to Yeza deep in the night that she would really love for Caleb to come live with them, because Rexxentrum is not good for him, and he can teleport there any way, but no lines would be crossed,please don't worry, and you know what, forget about it, it is fine, she just missed him sometimes that is all, and Caleb can teleport so it doesn't matter, and-

He had silenced her with a kiss on her nose, and had agreed to try. He couldn't have predicted this.

Shaking himself, Yeza settles next to Essek. He can feel the warmth seeping through his trousers were their legs touch. His heart is hammering. Back in Felderwin, people didn't do this. He was far away from his old life, though. He still isn't sure if that is a good thing.

"To another step in our advancement of knowledge."

Caleb holds out his drink for a toast, and Yeza gratefully accepts his when Essek hands him the glass.

"To destruction, and black hole fluffernutters," Veth adds with a grin.

"To discovery, both intellectual and of the self," Essek says softly.

"To family."

Yeza's ears and face burn red as soon as he says the words. There is a moment of silence, before Caleb raises his glass again.

"Ja. To family."

Veth and Essek echo him, and they all drink, settling deeper into the cushions.

Soon they are talking again, about their experiments, and about Jester and Fjord who are due to arrive in the harbor soon, and about Beau and Yasha, who are thinking of adopting a child.

Yeza listens, mostly, but during one of Veth's and Caleb's more vicious debates, about the merit of using the dunamancy fluffernutter on some kind of large baby creature, he catches the gaze of the intimidating Shadowhand, his expression soft as he observes the other two.

"No time magic can predict this, huh?" Yeza whispers.

Essek smiles.

"It cannot. But all the more reason to appreciate it, no?"

"Yeah."

Yeza relaxes against him, and Essek's arm curls around his shoulder. Maybe, in time, they will figure out exactly what is going on. But until then, Yeza is content to let it unfold. Because he is sure of one thing. Between the four of them? There is no mystery they can't uncover.

[bloggedanon]

🤔 Now I'm not OP obviously, so there's a strong likelyhood of me being wrong here for sure, but I think the major point of contention was the fact the newlywed's wording with the "I wouldn't want to spend my life with anyone else but you" sort of undercuts the idea that hanging around with friends or other associates (y'know, spendin' time with them and having laughs together and whatnot) somehow doesn't count as spending their life with them, or the implication that they'd want to spend their life with the other newlywed to the active exclusion of anyone else in their life who care about them, kinda? djwjdhjs (edit for cut bc length aaaa)

Or ofc the "favorite person" comment carrying the implication that the other people aren't favorites probably being considered offensive in the same way that people take offense to getting called acquaintances when they're nearby instead of "friends" (even if they do technically only qualify as acquaintences) or people considering the idea of having a favorite child if (you're a parent) to be rude. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ I don't know if I'd quite call it high school mean girl behaviour, since it's not like it's actually considered such to call someone your best friend, but it's not unheard of for people to take offense at not being considered the best friend either tbf lmao, (because everyone wants to be The Special™ bc humans gotta human ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯) hence why a sizeable group of aromantics want to challenge the concept of relationship hierarchies alltogether to avoid that problem. 👌

Now, is it wrong to have certain relationships be more important or emotionally meaningful than others? Nah! People can't really control their feelings like that even if it was wrong, tbf. Are any of the implications of those wedding vows actually the thing that the person in question meant? Probably not, especially considering the person in question had to google how to do wedding vows lol. It's just generic navigation of ridiculous social conventions that life would be much simpler without imo, and it's pretty much guaranteed to not be half as deep as OP was reading it. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

However, given that a recurrent theme among a lot of aromantics is the feeling of abandonment brought on by people they care about drifting away from them like they were chopped liver in favor of romantic partners, and with the typical nuclear family model relegating people's entire support systems to their partners exclusively once they settle down (even without kids a lot of the time), I can't say that OP was wrong for feeling hurt by what reads exactly like a spoken admission of the same script playing out before their very eyes, either. 🤔 Ultimately, I don't think anyone's in the wrong so much as it is just emotions and relationships just naturally being messy and volatile tbh ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ djaksondka

I didn't mean for this to be a wall I'm just bad at words ignore m--

I went to someone's wedding yesterday who is very important to me. Her vows included things like, "I wouldn't want to spend my life with anyone else but you," and "you're my favorite person," and "I feel like we share a brain." I think these things were there almost exclusively because she googled how to write vows, but honestly, I found it pretty hurtful.

Like, the way spending your life with someone only counts if it's in a romantic relationship. The way it's not just okay, but expected for you to single someone out in front of all of your friends and family as your favorite of the bunch. In any other situation, that would be considered rude (high-school mean girl behavior).

The reality of the way we view romantic relationships as so much more than platonic relationships is just....inescapable at weddings.

[balkanradfem]

I realized today that Lindsay Ellis left youtube due to mobbing, and I'm devastated about it. It's terrifying what she was put thru, and how badly it traumatized her. Her goodbye message shows that she got hurt until it broke her, until she regretted everything she had ever done, and has become frightened of other human beings alltogether, not knowing who will turn against her next.

I relate deeply to being isolated and smear campaigned into traumatic fear of people, and I'm enraged that a mob of males managed to do it to her, just because she was a woman with a public voice. Lindsay Ellis was the absolute ideal of liberalism; she was sensitive to every minority, supportive of every pro-liberal propaganda, great supporter of every woke category, contributed greatly with her opinions to every issue liberals fought for. I watched her video 'Mask Off' with bated breath, completely in shock that she had the courage to make it, because it was raw and powerful and brilliant. She apologized for miniscule missteps, and it kept going thru my head, that had she been a male, she would have been considered an absolute icon of progressiveness. She'd be praised as the absolute best, most precious, nuanced and important ideal, proof that males are 'becoming perfect' and 'can do no wrong'. Instead, she was berated over tiny shit males have never been called out in their lives. It made me sick.

She got mobbed because she was a woman with a voice online. Males decided it was not okay for women to get as far as she went in the society, and suffocated her as a threat to any woman who'd dare to try. I looked up the videos of people sharing their thoughts of her leaving, and they were all made by males. Every single one. Not only they did this, but they get to shape the public opinion of it. Disgusting.

It was only in the comments I was able to find people acknowledging how much she has done for the youtube community. She entered the stage of youtube filled with angry male videos, and she provided brilliance, humor, nuance, intellectual analysis, she created a genre of media essays that didn't exist beforehand, and paved the way for many other women to speak and gain public voices. She was the number one in how popular, funny and well-received her videos were. I remember being completely obsessed the first time I found them, I've never seen interesting and educational content like that before. I've learned so much about the ways movies are written, shaped and put together, I've learned more about creating stories than I did anywhere else. I've appreciated and loved her content. I didn't agree with all of it, but I didn't need to, I've benefited from it all the same.

My heart hurts that I couldn't do anything for her in return, that I've done next to nothing to support her when she was getting torn into pieces by the mob. It confirms her horror and pain about how people turn their back on you as soon as you lose popularity.

I want to know if there's any way we can organize to protect women when this is happening to them. I don't want to see another woman chased out of public space because she dares to speak her mind. I don't want to leave another woman who helped, taught, encouraged, and benefited others, to be unprotected against an angry mob intent on traumatizing her. I don't want to see this happening to my favourite women online, and I want to know what we can do.

[the-promise-has-been-made]

okay, okay, here it is! None of this is coherent this is just me screaming in my brain.

The 'Darling take off the mask' scene though. I didn't make a post then, but when the Anders confrontation happened and the scene did NOT happen then, I never once believed they had cut it out completely. Mostly because Laura and Taliesin know EXACTLY what they did to us with that scene, like, that was the scene that set an entire ship afloat. No way in hell were they gonna cut that out entirely. So I figured 'oh, they're not doing it here so they'll put it somewhere more meaningful!' and BOY HOWDY AM I HAPPY WITH HOW IT TURNED OUT.

Killing Anders and pulling Percy back from that was MEANT for Cass. Her voice being what pulled him back then was very very important and meaningful and while it worked in the campaign to have it be Vex simply because she was a PC and Cass was an NPC - and a good DM doesn't steal the show when his players are having A MOMENT - narratively it works much nicer with having Cass be the one here. Because this is an animated show and there are no 'NPCs' they are all imprtant characters.

Then I thought okay okay where are they gonna put it instead? My first thought was 'Ripley?!' because as a writer who lives for the DRAMA - how poetically ironic would it have been if Vex had kept him from killing Ripley, had made him spare her, only for her to turn around a few months down the line KILLING HIM?? How much of a gut punch would that have been huh? Ultimately though I am happy that wasn't how it turned out (though I do think it was Vex who stopped him from shooting Ripley at the zigurrat but because of the noise and the stealth soooo...).[EDIT: Nope, it was Kiki and their friendship is a whole other chapter Ilove!]

But the decision to give it the moment when he is about to kill Delilah?! GALAXY. BRAIN. MOVE. Like, I always considered the Briarwoods narrative foils to Percy and Vex. The lengths to which they would each go to save the other: Delilah famously 'broke the world' for love. She rather made a deal with an evil entity than live n a world without Sylas. Percy was about to inflict unimaginable horrors on Delilah in the name of vengeance (and because, ya know, demon). He would have destroyed his own soul for this revenge. And Vex stepped between that. She put herself between what was arguably a terifying monster and Delilah, and tried to guide him back, knowing very well he could kill her right there. And Orthax WOULD HAVE killed her but Percy fought him tooth and nail. He was ready to shoot himself before ever hurting Vex, had Orthax not interfered and taken full control to keep him from suicide. The FACE Percy made when the mask came off. The PAIN and fear and desperation of his very valid grief over his family and also the monster clawing away at his soul, and it all came to a breaking point because Vex was standing directly in his line of fire.

And then they went and made hers the first voice that managed to get through to him in Orthax hallucination. And they made her and Cass support him after he had shot his hand and dropped the list. Just... ugh it was so much better this way. Like, in a campaign it would not have played out like this because no matter how great the DM, NPCs will (and must) always take a backseat to the players, so the scene happened when it happened in campaign. But with a scripted show, you can choose the PERFECT narrative moment for a scene like that to hammer home exactly how IMPORTANT Vex is beconing to him, and they DID!

I have a lot of feelings about this okay?!! Also about Kiki protecting Vex, and the twins fighting and Vex making her peace with having to kill her own brother. Okay I have FEELINGS! I think most of them are about Vex. I love her, okay?!! But these are all separate posts alltogether, this one is about Vex and Percy!

[richmond-rex]

Ok, so I promised I would do this forever ago, but Weir’s novel is so incredibly boring I have managed to advance my reading just now. The book is divided in four parts: Princess, Bastard, Queen and Matriarch, so I decided to write my thoughts after managing to finish each part. The takeaway message after finishing the first part is:

First let me tell you why this novel is so boring in my opinion. To begin with, it’s written under a premise that I (emphasis on personal opinion) find often unimaginative and poorly conducive to a good reading experience in terms of storytelling. We follow Elizabeth of York (almost) from birth to death, as if we were reading a narrated biography instead of a novel. This can be bad in many ways, in my opinion, because it can lead to long and uninteresting exposition pieces about facts and it often reduces intense human experiences and crises to mere paragraphs that do not allow the reader to properly grasp their consequences in their entirety. 

The death of Elizabeth’s siblings -- Margaret, George and Mary -- are exactly portrayed like that, and so is her father’s demise, to an extent. If life-chaging events are to be treated as mere paragraph placements between one chapter and the other, I find it best to cut them out alltogether, and start your novel at a later point. Again, in my opinion a novel should not be a biography, and I don’t need to see every minor detail in Elizabeth’s life -- that time she followed her mother on St George’s day at Windsor for example -- in fiction, necessarily. The narrative ends up aimless. 

Another thing that I dislike in most histfic novels that follow their protagonist from birth to death is the disproportionate thinking logic authors have to apply to a child’s POV when they write a novel like that. At several times Elizabeth sounds too mature to know the things that she does or to make the observations/conclusions that she does, and sometimes she is made to sound exactly like a child, so you have this terrible ping-ponging of logic. 

POV: 5-year-old Elizabeth does not know what a seed is:

‘But I can’t help wondering if someone chose to crush the seed.’

‘What does seed mean?’ she asked Mother when she sought her blessing that evening.

POV: 5-year-old Elizabeth has complex rambles about her family’s situation:

Elizabeth wondered what [Cecily Neville] thought about Clarence siding with Warwick. Had she forgiven him as heartily as Father had? It must have grieved her to see her sons bitterly at odds with each other.

Another thing is that we follow Elizabeth grow from child to teenager in this first part of the novel and her internal voice sounds exactly the same -- it is a conscious choice, perhaps, to make Elizabeth too trusting, but since we are following her from childhood, she ends up sounding childish when she should know better. It’s one thing to make Elizabeth of York kind and compassionate, and Weir did manage to do a good job at having Elizabeth feel ‘a pang of sorrow for [Queen] Margaret, who had lost everything’, whilst even her grandmother Jacquetta, Henry VI’s aunt by marriage and a person most favoured by Margaret of Anjou in real life, refers to her old friend as ‘the pretended Queen Margaret, our great enemy’ and Elizabeth Woodville, who in real life was kind enough to allow Margaret join her confraternity after Henry VI’s death, says that Margaret ‘will be sent home to France, which is more than she deserves. Good riddance’. 

(A pause to say Weir writes Elizabeth Woodville in such a... mean-spirited way? She’s often made to sound irrational, a classic characterisation from ricardian fiction, and if one moment she says no one loves the Woodvilles because they consider them lowborn despite the fact that Jacquetta is ‘a princess of the House of Luxembourg’, the next moment she is saying ‘those Tudors’ are ‘Welsh upstarts’. Logic, what is it.)

So one thing is to make Elizabeth of York sound kind (though it has little merit when every woman around her sounds so cattish and mean-spirited). Another thing entirely is to make Elizabeth so freaking naive. She thinks highly of her uncle Gloucester at least once a chapter, frequently more than once.

She much preferred her younger uncle Richard, Duke of Gloucester, who was quiet, but always kind, and treated her more like a favourite cousin than a niece.

She knew [Richard of Gloucester] would not lie to her. He had always been loyal to Father and had shared his exile. Father said he had a sharp courage, high and fierce, and that there was no one he trusted more.

When Elizabeth next saw Uncle Gloucester, at Mother’s churching, he winked at her.

A pause to say:

She thought she could ask Uncle Gloucester, for he had always been kind to her and easy to talk to.

He barely spoke to Mother, except to observe the courtesies. But he was as kind as ever towards Elizabeth.

In contrast, of her own mother, Elizabeth thinks:

If only Mother could be more affectionate and demonstrative!

Mother, even more than Father, was overjoyed about the marriage, and bursting with pride.

But [Mother] was asking the King to do a truly awful thing.

Mother had clearly been busy behind the scenes; she was always eager to secure lucrative wardships and offices for her family (author’s note: and which person wasn’t?)

She never did anything to detract from her dignity as queen. It annoyed Elizabeth.

At sixteen, she often found herself looking at her mother with a critical eye. The Queen was so exacting and controlling.

Well, it is a good thing that Elizabeth has matured enough to see her mother in a different light.. it is astonishing how the same thought process is not applied to her Uncle Gloucester though, to say the least. And let’s not forget another classic from ricardian fiction, which Weir strangely follows too:

Sometimes, Elizabeth did not like her mother at all.

Ah, such a classic! And the thing is, the novel really tries to make us dislike Elizabeth Woodville. Weir’s Elizabeth Woodville despises Margaret Beaufort, insisting on her bastard blood and her delusions of grandeur for her son, even though she makes Margaret godmother of her child (again, logic what is it). One moment, this Elizabeth Woodville is talking ‘gently, putting an arm around’ her daughter, one sentence later she’s flying into a rage:

Mother flew at him, pummeling his chest with her fists. ‘No! You cannot give him yet another chance!’

Yes, in Weir’s novel, it is Elizabeth Woodville who convinces Edward IV of killing his brother Clarence. Yes, in this novel, Elizabeth called all ‘her kinsmen and friends, making no secret of wanting her family to be well represented in Parliament to counteract any threat from Uncle Clarence.’ Richard III’s hatred of Elizabeth for, allegedly, having ordered Clarence’s death, is completely justfied in this story.

Likewise, Richard’s actions in taking control of Edward V are completely justified here, because Elizabeth Woodville really did try to attempt a coup and prevent Richard from being declared Lord Protector even though there is literally no historical evidence that she did -- on the contrary, we have evidence that she tried to be conciliatory, even asking for her son’s escort to be reduced so as not to threaten her brother-in-law. The only thing we have against Elizabeth are Richard’s own words, justifying his own coup. Let’s prioritise a man’s words over a woman’s evidence as usual, shall we?

In this novel, Weir even has Elizabeth Woodville try to rush Edward V into the capital to have him crowned before Richard gets there, even though Edward V clearly took his time to get to London, staying in Ludlow long enough to celebrate St George’s day before departing. Elizabeth Woodville deliberately doesn’t inform Gloucester of his brother’s passing, as though anyone at that time would think that simply not writing to him would prevent him from knowing that Edward IV had been ill, let alone died, in a capital so full of servants and peers that could write to him. 

After her daughter makes a point that ‘it seemed wrong and deceitful not to inform him of his brother’s passing’, Elizabeth Woodville delivers this incredible line:

Elizabeth of York, of course, thinks her uncle is the most brilliant of men and her mother is the most hysterical of women:

Elizabeth felt reassured. For many years now, Uncle Gloucester had been ruling the north loyally as Father’s trusted lieutenant. He was the obvious choice. Mother didn’t think so.

She knew Uncle Gloucester could be counted on to rule wisely and well, but now here was Mother making difficulties, and they didn’t need more trouble at this sad time.

She could see why Uncle Gloucester hated [Mother] for it.

She had Wydville blood, yet her uncle had always been kind and affectionate to her.

Mother had it all wrong.

Uncle Gloucester had been ruling the north justly and well. Why should he not rule all England as wisely?

She could not imagine him wreaking vengeance. It was just not in character.

We COULD say, well, this is just to show Elizabeth of York’s naiveté which will be stripped of her dramatically later on after his coup. And yes, in a way, that is so. Elizabeth does turn around at the end of part 1. But the thing is, this novel must make us see that Elizabeth Woodville was not blameless for her sons’ fate. Lo and behold, a neutral character, in this case Stanley, comes to point out Elizabeth Woodville’s irrationality and Richard’s right to feel slighted:

‘If the Woodvilles fear Gloucester, then certain it is that he fears them too [...] Has it occurred to you that he might fear the consequences himself if your mother’s faction seize power for themselves?’

Well, now Weir only had to have Elizabeth of York say it:

It was looking very much as if her mother and her following were to blame for this horrible situation.

What is incredible is that this Elizabeth of York, who thinks so kindly of everyone, doesn’t spare a single kind thought to her own weeping mother:

Mother began weeping profusely and bewailing her misfortune, which set off the little girls. Elizabeth couldn’t help thinking that she was overracting, and that she should show greater restraint in front of the children.

??? She’s just learned her brother and two sons were taken??

She was being unfair and irrational. If only she could see that Uncle Gloucester had the best aims and was paving the way for them to work amicably together.

Imprisoning = working amicably together according to Weir’s Elizabeth of York. Elizabeth Woodville DOES tell her daughter her Uncle Gloucester just sent Uncle Rivers and her brother Dickon (Grey) to be imprisoned up north and this is Elizabeth of York’s conclusion:

Uncle Gloucester had only done what anyone appointed lord protector would reasonably do. He had taken the King under his protection. He had not driven Mother into sanctuary: she had chosen to come here. He had perhaps intented to reach an amicable arrangement with her once he got to London, but she had not waited to give him the chance, and now he might be angered -- not to mention embarrassed -- by her precipitated flight and the very public implication that she had something to fear from him.

Snif, snif..... hmmm is this the narrative blaming a woman for her own misfortune yet again? SUCH a recurrent smell in historical fiction.

Did he really pose a threat to them? She could not accept that. Father had never doubted his loyalty, and she wanted to believe the best of him.

I am once again asking: why must histfic authors insist on making Elizabeth of York dumb as rocks? Why must them write her always giving her uncle the benefit of doubt, but never her mother, the person she actually grew up with? I wouldn’t go as far as to say Weir deliberately makes Elizabeth of York stupid as ricardian fiction does, though. When her uncle executes Hastings, Elizabeth finally starts suspecting her uncle had ill intentions, though ‘yet a part of her still believed that this tragic situation had arisen purely from unfounded suspicion on all sides’. Well.

The problem is that in this novel, everyone treats Elizabeth Woodville as a hysterical woman for distrusting her brother-in-law, from the abbot that receives them in Westminster to the Archbishop of York, the very person who brought her the king’s Great Seal in sanctuary. If the archbishop did that, bringing her a piece on which the king’s business depended to be done, in real life he must surely have feared Gloucester or feared for the queen’s fate, right? In this novel:

‘You should not worry.’ [he says as he delivers the Great Seal] ‘Gloucester is a just man.’

Mother shook her head. ‘I wish I could believe it.’

‘Well, I do,’ the Archbishop countered. ‘I have had the cure of souls for many years and I think I am a good judge of character as any.’

This man was literally committing an act of insurrection against the Lord Protector but somehow he still trusted said Lord Protector... ok. Random characters must say how wrong Elizabeth Woodville was in her conduct and how partially, at least, blameless Richard III was for taking a hard stance with them.

‘In truth, Madam, I am concerned, but I fear that you have rather brought this on yourself.

‘I-- a defenceless woman?’

‘Not so long ago you had command of everything. Hardly defenceless, forgive me, but one who could be perceived as an enemy.’

Honestly, I’m so sick of this kind of discourse. I hope part 2 redeems part 1 somewhat, but I’m not hopeful. Oh well!

Ok, ladies and gentlemen, we're doing this

I'll write a book review after finishing it, but should I liveblog some of my reactions as I read the novel? Let me know! x

[revirushifaa]

Brothers' children go to school for the first time

This has humor fluff and little angst(or I believe so in Levi's part lol)

Lucifer:

*He knows his daughter has to go to school, can't keep her homeschooled, as much as he's against the idea of separating himself from his child, but after some convinving from Diavolo about enrolling Lucille and the other children in the new RAD Kindergarten that he has built as an addition, he finally relents.

*He's still bitter about it, Lucille has spent her first five years with him. Let's not mention that Lucifer is very possessive father and the idea of sharing his daughter with another teacher that he doesn't know, doesn't work well with him.

*He crouches down in one knee to see Lucille eye to eye, when they finally arrive the kindergarten, sighing.

"Lucille, today you will be going to school. It will be only for a short time and we will see each other again during the middle day... so if you want to cry-"

"Goodbye, Papa. I'm ready to go to my class."

*The small demoness cuts off her father and gives him a quick hug before she carries her lunch box and her backpack all proudly to her class.

*There she goes. His pride and joy walking inside the door... why does he feel his eyes wet? Is he crying?! No way! No. Prideful demon regains his composture and stands up proud.

"Be a good girl. I love you."

*The other brothers have to see Lucifer all restless and jittery back at the House of Lamentation, thinking that Lucille might finally be crying for him and that needs to be there for her. No parent likes to be away from their child for so much.

*When Lucille gets back, bombards her with questions about how her day was, if other children made her cry, he'll go personally tomorrow there and will teach them a lesson. He's not lying there. So Lucille has to deal with a very helicopter dad the rest of the day.

Mammon:

*What? Why should his little son go to school so young?! He's so against it will fight whoever tries to separate him from HIS son. But Lucifer buds in and explains him that it's not a choice he should make, his son needs education outside home. So he has no other choice but to accept the fact that he has to be away from Junior.

"Junior, I didn't want this to happen. But son, you must go there for a few hours... we must separate for a bit. But don't worry, daddy will get you the biggest ice cream after school!"

"D-Daddy, I must go from you?"

*Dear gosh, when Junior's eyes start to well up with tears at being away from his father, Mammon loses it and holds his boy tightly possessively.

"No. No. NO. No, son. You and I will go to the casino and get ice cream together-"

"Mammon?"

*Of course Lucifer won't allow that, he understand the feeling of emptiness without a child, but he has to make sure Mammon doesn't actually make Junior skip school.

*Junior is taken away by the nannies of the kindergarten, as he sees his daddy for the last time(at least for the next few hours) with tears in his eyes.

"Bye-bye, Daddy...."

"JUNIOR!!!!!"

*Lucifer now has to hold a wailing Mammon who struggles to get to his little boy as he sees him being led inside the classroom. It surely will be a long day because Mammon is crying so hard and trying to get Junior back. In the end he hangs Mammon up from the ceiling to prevent him from going to the kindergarten until the calsses are done. Then he's let down and when Junior comes running to him, he picks him up and holds him back protectively, sobbing.

"O-oh, Junior, o-oh, my son!"

Leviathan:

*If you think this dad will accept by choice to let his daughter go away from him, then you're so wrong. Oh ho, in his demon form he threatens to summon Lotan forward while he holds Leviosa in arms.

"Don't think I will leave my daughter to strangers. She IS MY daughter!"

*Of course after a threat from Lucifer to throw his mangas and games, along with consoles in the fireplace to watch them burn, he quickly wises up and ighs in defeat, his little daughter has to go from him.

"I'm so sorry, 'Osa... you have to go to school."

"N-o-o-o-ooo! I don't wanna, I don't wanna, Daddy!"

*Oh sweet Rurichan, he's not prepared to see his little one cling from him and crying loudly. He sniffles and cries with Leviosa as he hugs them to his chest.

"I a-also don't wanna leave you, 'Osa!"

*The both of them throw a scene and everyone's watching at them cry and lament their departure. Lucifer has to forcefully detach Leviosa from Levi, handing her over to a nanny and apologizing for the scandal. He has to hug Levi tightly and try to reassure him that he'll see his child again in a few hours.

*When school's over, Levi practically zooms over and snatches away Leviosa from the nanny and hugs her protectively, checking her all around and threatening to summon Lotan forward to destroy this school if harm was placed upon his daughter. After the first day, Lucifer has to take Leviosa himself to school and keep Levi locked in his room because dear Diavolo, he always threathens to pull Lotan to it.

Satan:

*Sending Sandy to school when he, himself can teach her all what he knows. Stupid. Utter stupidity, he's more wrathful and dangerous.

"I'm not sending Sandy away, Lucifer. You cannot make me."

*After a confrontation between Satan and Lucifer, in the end Lucifer wins and Satan reluctantly accepts to take his daughter to school. Still thinking this idea is stupid, he doesn't want strangers to teach his child when he knows everything to pepper her little smart brain instead of another demon.

"Listen to me, Sandy, today you have to go to school and stay away from me for a little while... be good and don't let other brats bully you. You can beat them up-"

"Satan."

*Of course that wasn't a good advice to give a child. So Satan just let Sandy walk calmly to her class. She was like Lucille who didn't start crying when being led to the classroom, the two of them are really mature for their ages.

*Satan reads the whole morning, but can't help but wonder what his daughter is doing at this time and if he should go check. Absolutely goes to check on her, when Lucifer is busy with holding crying Levi tightly.

"Dad? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you and how you were doing, is it enjoyable or boring?"

"I like it. I can read more here!"

*Pleased with her answer, Satan nods at her with a gentle smile and pats her head, letting her back to class. Stays for the reminder of the school day and gets Sandy with him to the library to get a new book.

Asmodeus:

*Well school is handy when he wants to go to party and can't take his son with him. So with no problem he accepts this and enrolls Cosmo in school with his brothers and their kids.

*Dresses Cosmo in the most elegant and fashionable clothes, so he can be the star of the classroom.

"You look fabulous, my son! Surely you will be the star, don't stop saying that you're the most beautiful! No other child can measure up to your own beauty."

*Cosmo's as narcissistic as his dad so he smiles brightly when he's praised and told this stuff.

"Of course, Daddy dear, I am beautiful just like you and nobody else will match to me. I am the king of beauty!"

*Asmo is really sure about it and hugs his son goodbye. At least Lucifer didn't have to intervene and make Asmo let Cosmo go inside. Asmo goes to party and finds out that this is a party where parents and kids can go but Cosmo was left behind in school, so he sulks the whole party, realizing that he misses his son quite a lot.

*First party that he isn't enjoying at all, checks his D.D.D every second and wonders how his boy is doing. When it is time to get Cosmo back he runs to the kindergarten and sees him covered in golden star stickers.

"See, Daddy dear? I told you I'm beautiful and the teacher gave me all these stickers!"

"Good job, son! I'm so proud of you!"

Beelzebub:

*Sad face. He has to be apart from his little Berith. He doesn't objects and goes with a grim look on his face, holding his boy's hand to the entrance of the school.

"My son, I have to leave you here. Go learn and make new friends."

"Are you ok, Daddy?"

*Berith isn't the one who cries at being away, Beel is crying and wiping at his eyes for he doesn't really wants to say goodbye to his boy and leave him here.

"Yes... I will be. I just don't want to go away from you...."

"Oh, Daddy, it'll be only for a bit."

*Berith hugs his father for abit, but Beel keeps hugging him for more minutes than he's expected too. Until Lucifer gently tells him that he should let Berith go and he obliges, much to his oldest brother's relief. Berith takes his huge lunch box full with lots of food with him going inside his class.

*Beel is left with sadness as he returns home and isn't even hungry, doesn't feel the same when his boy isn't with him, so he sighs. Belphie, comforts him with reassurances that he'll see Berith soon enough.

*When seeing his boy again, he's happy again and takes Berith to McDevil's to get a huge burger and many other food.

Belphegor:

*Well, is he's honest with himself, he loves his twins but he also likes to sleep all morning, so school really is useful in this case. He agrees with not much reluctance.

*It's pretty early in the morning, he's trying his best to not doze off as he walks his twins to the school entrance. He's too sleepy that his words tangle alltogether and he ends up saying something different from what he actually meant to say.

"*yawn* Alright boys... remember this: Drink your school... stay in sleep, don't do milk.... and get eight hours of drugs..."

*Beliel and Beleth grin and nod yes at their father, walking inside the classroom. Lucifer frowns deeply, that's not what Belphie meant to say, so he has to go after those little rascals as quickly as possible and explain to them that their father was just too sleepy to speak coherently.

*Belphie just sleeps throughout the time the twins are in school, not really waking or getting sad because they're away. And before he knows, his twins are napping next to him as Beel has brought them to him, knowing Belphie would still be sleeing to get them himself.