#slowest of all burns

[retellingthehobbit]

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*crumbles into dust after finishing this* Thank you for reading! This The Hobbit webcomic adaptation thing takes a lot of effort to put together and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate every comment. I also really appreciate the people who’ve spread the word of this comic to their friends! <3

And finally, we’re at the Song of the Lonely Mountain! Within Tolkien’s canon, The Hobbit is an in-universe book that was “written” by Bilbo Baggins, who occasionally lies/embellishes/exaggerates things. The tonal differences between The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings are explained by Bilbo and Frodo/Sam being different kinds of storytellers, with different relationships to “the truth.” This idea is the core of how I’m adapting the novel!  Bilbo is an unreliable narrator who is literally ‘drawing’ from his own limited experiences;  the different art styles reflect the different perspectives of other characters.   The “dwarf art style” in this chapter is inspired by stonework/metalwork in general— but especially by a mix of art deco, Celtic art, and European folk art. 

The central tension of the comic is between Bilbo and Thorin, who each have wildly different ideas about what kind of  story they’re in. Thorin is in a grand fantasy epic, while Bilbo is in a lighthearted children’s book adventure.  The tragedy is, obviously, that only one side of the story ever gets to be fully told.

On a sillier note, a few years ago I had my first gay crush on a lesbian who sang while playing the piano. This chapter is dedicated to the piano lesbian. I hope they’re doing well, wherever they are. XD

I think I might need a bit of a break but I’m hoping for the next chapter, titled “Dawn,” to arrive on January 13th. And your comments/support really do help motivate me to get more done! ^_^

[hwasfeatherduster]

I now understand why people enjoy the Slow Burn trope.

SEONGHWA STAND UP! THE TIME HAS COME!!!!

[beargyufairy]

Hold me

Console me

And then I’ll leave without a trace

[tumblebumblebee-63]

Nalu sketches because I'm still at the restaurant

[sic-vita]

GOOD OMENS + 6000 years meetcute

[esmedelacroix]

13 days til' Christmas

christmas party with exhusband!toji fushiguro ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

cw: very suggestive(got carried away/honestly its smutty idk what's wrong with me), shower sex, unprotected p in v, angsty

a/n: y'all im so sorry this was supposed to be a fluffy little christmas post i swear. I also hate this and will probably rewrite though.

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Christmas was just around the corner. It was supposed to be a time of meeting family, gift-giving, and togetherness. Instead, you were stuck going through paperwork. Divorce paperwork.

You and your husband had agreed to divorce three months ago but the media still wouldn't know about it until you finished the last of the legal work.

You didn't know why but you couldn’t bring yourself to sign the final paper. It was so stupid that you were the one that suggested divorce and you couldn’t even stand to sign your own papers.

Toji probably already signed his and your lawyer(and his) were nagging the two of you about the papers.

It didn't help that you and Toji were in the same line of work. On top of that, you were both acting in the same romantic comedy show as love interests. The cherry on top was that the two of you got an invite to a Christmas party. It was only the most lavish Christmas party in all of Hollywood.

The two of you decided to go together because you were added to the guest list far before you divorced. It would be your last date. The two of you would have to make a huge effort to not argue in the middle of the party.

Your thoughts were beginning to tire you so you took one last look at the papers, unsigned again, like every other night for the past three months. You sighed as you picked up the book you had started when you and Toji were still sharing the bed you were now sitting in alone.

He had taken the liberty to move out a month after the divorce, leaving you your estate. You were in this big ass house with no one to share it with.

It was still the same house. The only difference was that Toji was gone and you were tucked into his side of the bed. It wasn't because you missed him or anything you were just there because you missed his scent and his warmth. But you didn't miss him, you were happy he was gone. Right? This is everything you wanted. Right?

You weren't wearing one of the button-ups that he had left on accident because you missed him. It just conveniently fits as a comfy oversized shirt for you.

You most certainly were not playing the old jazz songs that he liked to play when he forced you to slow dance with him because you missed him. You just never liked to admit to him that you kind of liked the songs that he played to his face.

As you slept, thoughts of him consumed, and for the first time you wondered, was this all a big mistake?

. . .

Weeks flew by as you found new crazy ways to keep your mind busy while your heart got heavier. As soon as you knew it, the day of the Christmas party arrived and you could finally call him without needing a stupid excuse.

You heard the line ring hoping and praying that he would answer so that you could hear his voice again after weeks of being starved of that beautiful sound.

"Hello?" he answered.

You sighed in relief as the vibrations of his voice entered your ears like water in a land of drought.

"Hey Toji, how much time do I have to get ready?" you asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

He took some time to answer but soon replied, "I'll be there in three hours,"

"Okay, I'll be ready by then," you replied as you fiddled with the necklace that he gifted you for your first Christmas together as a married couple.

. . .

"I don't know what to get you, I know you'll like anything I give you but I want it to mean something," he said after asking you for the millionth time what you wanted for Christmas.

"I already told you I wouldn't be so upset if my gift was you[oiled up on the bed with whipped cream and fruit roll-ups in hand]," you replied.

"Please just give me one item to give you and I'll leave you alone,” he pleaded.

You took some time to think before saying, "Get me a necklace, any necklace and I promise you I'll wear it every single day, even if for some crazy reason were not together,"

"We’ll never not be together, I'll never let you go,” he promised.

. . .

"Alright I'll see you then," he said.

I miss you...

"Okay, bye-bye,"

I miss you more...

Just like that, you went back to feeling like you were living in a world with no sound worth hearing.

You got up from your bed to get ready. You wanted to blow him away, you took a steamy everything shower, and did a face mask, and applied some light makeup.

You scavenged through your closet looking for the perfect dress to wear. Then you realized, you didn't have to wear a dress. You decided to wear a festive red suit with nothing under the vest. You were displaying a mouth-watering plunging cleavage. Not many people had seen your sternum tattoo but you didn't care to hide it.

You finished off the outfit with a killer pair of Louboutins. Everything that you were wearing were things that he had bought you thinking you would look good in them.

The only issue is that you were too scared to wear them because of your image. You let the increased amount of fame you were receiving get to your head. Maybe that was part of the reason why the arguments started.

You slicked your hair back and kept it down. It was a new look for you but it was a vibe you wanted to experiment with. It was so you. You were hidden behind bright pastels and fairy-like dresses all the time, it would be your first red carpet dressed in clothes you liked.

You were lost in the moment of getting ready with music blasting and putting your earrings on you didn't hear the front door open or the footsteps up the stairs.

You fidgeted with the necklace as you admired yourself in the mirror. You never embraced the more sensual side of yourself until now. It was weird but it felt right.

Even so, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Were you showing too much skin? Did you just look like a little kid playing dress-up?

"You look incredible," Toji assured as if he could read your every thought, He admired you through the mirror with a small smile on his face.

Your body jumped at the sudden intrusion. "Oh I didn't realize you were there," you said, crossing your arms feeling almost naked in front of him.

He walked up to you and uncrossed your arms placing his hands on your shoulders afterwards. He eyed you from your hair to your face down to your cleavage. His eyes stayed there for a while. She’s still wearing it. He thought to himself looking at the necklace he gifted you.

"You look perfect baby," he said and for a moment everything felt right. It felt like you weren't divorced. It felt like you were a married couple in love again.

You hugged him burying your face in his chest. "Thank you," you mumbled. You thought you would have the self-control to hold back but you didn't. Being in his arms was addictive and his scent intoxicating.

You quickly scurried away to get your clutch and the two of you went down into the car. He opened the door for you as always and he gave you aux as usual. It was like nothing had changed at all. You weren't married on paper but the two of you didn't act like it at all. It was as if you never got divorced. Kind of.

The two of you drove to his new house where the limo was waiting. There was a red carpet for this holiday party. The two of you were in the middle of a long line of limousines. You could see the celebrities on the red carpet taking photos together.

As you got closer and closer to the entrance of the event, you started to bounce your leg. Your nerves were starting to get to you and you began overthinking about what everyone else would think of you.

Just then you felt a large warm hand on your thigh. You looked down to see Toji's hand. He gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. You looked up at him, he was looking away but you appreciated the gesture. You could almost sense the shy smile and the blush that were most likely gracing his face.

If just for a moment you could just pretend that August never happened. Like you never got into that one argument that unpacked too many emotions at once. If you could pretend that everything was okay and normal, you would rest your head heavy with your thoughts, on his broad shoulder.

And so you did. You held on to his muscular arm and snuggled into his side. You could feel yourself calm down in his presence alone. He took your hand in his and looked down at you admiring your beauty. The time felt right, his perfume filled your head and the clicks of cameras started to die down. "I've missed you Toji, every single day that we were apart, I've missed you," you revealed. To him and to yourself you admitted that you missed him and regret consumed you whole.

Toji turned to you, shock painted across his face. He crouched his head down so she could look into your eyes. "I've missed you t-," Toji started before their limousine door opened suddenly.

The world around the two of you began to fill with the clicks of cameras and the chatter of reporters and celebrities. You flashed Toji a nervous look and he gave your hand a squeeze before stepping out of the limousine before you and helping you out.

Gasps followed with your stunning entrance. Your look was unique to what the media was used to seeing you. It was also far fetched from the image that your entertainment company wanted you to maintain.

Toji kept your hand in his the entire time. His touch comforted you. You felt confident enough to pose with him and by your lonesome. You looked over at Toji who was already watching you after you were done posing.

The two of you waved to the press and entered the venue. "You looked amazing out there," Toji said, looking away from you with a light blush adorning his cheeks.

"Thank you, you didn't look too shabby yourself," you quipped.

He chuckled and shook his head at you. Everything felt right. You weren't alone anymore.

. . .

Dinner went on without a hitch. You and Toji allowed yourselves to have fun and let loose. After the party, you and Toji got into the limo and you told the driver your address.

You and Toji sat in the car in a comfortable silence recharging your social batteries. The two of you were holding hands, you were snuggled into his side taking in his scent. He was running his hands through your hair. The ride was far too short, and as soon as you knew it, you had arrived at your house. But you would have to leave home behind in that limo.

"Look, I know our situation but, do you want to come in tonight? Just for today please I don't want to be alone tonight," you practically begged.

"Sure, okay," he agreed as he looked you in the eyes sympathetically.

The two of you thanked and tipped your driver before entering the house together. Toji led you up to your room and ran to the shower telling you that you could join him if you wanted. You waited and thought for a while before getting up and deciding to take him up on his offer.

You stripped completely naked before entering the bathroom. You could only make out his figure through the steamy glass of the shower. You opened the shower door and joined him.

The two of you were completely silent helping get each other's backs and helping with shampoo. It felt just like the times before except there was this lingering feeling of tension and uneasiness you just wanted to shake off.

You hugged Toji from behind. Your naked body against his, water trickling down both of you. He turned around, running his hand through your hair and raking it away from your face. Staring into your eyes longingly before crashing his lips against yours.

Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Were you scared? in pain? No. You were sorry. So so sorry. In between heated wet kisses, all you could get out was apology after apology.

. . .

"I don't know Baby, I just feel like you aren't very authentic, like you're acting like someone different, even around me now," Toji said.

"Well, the company said that it would be best if I acted this way, they said I would be taken more seriously," you explained.

"Baby, you’re going to lose yourself in this role, because you're just acting, this isn't you," he said.

"How do you know if it's me or not? Maybe this how I act, how do you know?" you asked.

"How do I know? I’m your husband. I am your husband," he said sternly.

. . .

You hadn't even realized that you were crying. It all looked like water anyway.

Toji's hand traveled from the sides of your face all the way down to your waist pulling you into him. You could feel his hot length twitch and harden against your thigh.

You moaned into the kiss thrusting your hips against his, your body seemed to have a mind of its own.

. . .

"I don't understand why you're acting like this. It feels like I don't know you and I'd like my wife back," Toji said as he entered the break room.

You had acted like an airheaded bimbo during the interview because your management told you that it would clean up your image.

"Well maybe you really don't know me," you rebutted.

"Why would you want to act stupid for approval from the internet instead of wanting to be recognized as one of the few outspoken actresses out there," he retorted.

. . .

Toji left hot kisses on your jawline that translated to hickeys on your neck. As he kissed down to your cleavage he kissed the pendant of the necklace that he gifted you that you still wore all the time.

You moaned his name loudly in pleasure, crying tears of regret, sadness, and euphoric joy.

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

so very sorry

. . .

"Don't you like me more now?! Why don't you like me more now?" you questioned after Toji refused to have sex with you unless you stopped this act.

Everything was different kissing you felt different, sex you felt different. It felt wrong because he felt like he was cheating on you with a completely different woman.

"Are we even married anymore? Do you even want to be married anymore?" you questioned.

"Babe, honestly I don't even know anymore,”

"I want a divorce. Let's get a divorce. Now," you said, waiting for him to fight with you, to fight for you to say anything.

He simply shook his head raising his hands in defeat before burying his head in them. That night he left and the only times you saw him again were for legal issues.

. . .

Your back was flush against the glass wall of the shower. Your legs were dangling in the air as Toji thrust into you holding your legs up and wrapping them around his waist.

Your fingers were clawing at his back as his length almost split you in half.

You forget what it felt like to be so full. "Missed this pussy, missed it so much," Toji mumbled with his head buried in the crook of your neck as he tried with all his might not to go ahead and just explode inside of you.

You were milking him, unable to stop your walls from clamping down on his cock. You were uncontrollably creaming on his cock making a mess of him and his thighs.

"Ahn, I'm so close, I'm close Daddy can I please cum?" you asked, barely making sense.

"Yeah, c'mon baby show me how good I make you feel," he urged.

You needed no other words you immediately started squirting as Toji fucked you through your high chasing his own.

You felt his hot cum shoot up into you as his tip kissed your cervix. You never felt so full until then. You let out one last apology before leaning against his chest.

"All is forgiven baby, I'm just happy to have my wife back," Toji admitted.

"I've missed you like a fish stranded on the surface missed the feeling of water pumping through its gills. You're a daily need and I've been so deprived of you for so long," Toji said as he helped you shower again after making a mess of you.

It would've been my greatest regret to let you go...

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@aripet22

[elitadream]

Basically the whole Mushroom Kingdom

Knowing how Mario and Peach “secretly” feel about each other must be exhausting😆

THIS. ☝️😭

Especially for Luigi, omg. >< I mean sure: Toadsworth, Daisy, Toadette and all the Kingdom's citizens would have a hard time keeping their mouths shut when watching Peach demurely clasp her hands together to make a wish - ever the same one, no doubt - and sigh dejectedly to herself in quiet longing.

But they wouldn't know what it's like to deal with a sibling who's literally lovesick. To enter a room and find their brother hunched over and grimacing in obvious distress, his eyes lost and imploring as he would turn and say: "I love her so much, Lou... I- it hurts," with pained and hopeless surrender. To listen to his enamored ramblings for hours on end, yet only have vague and constrained support to offer. To see him hurting so badly on some days, and somehow still having to refrain from grabbing him by the shoulders and yelling "She LOVES you, ebete!!" to his bewildered face. Oh, to just end that needless suffering... It would be so easy. But he can't. When all would be pleasant and bright, he wouldn't mind, and would even take some enjoyment from what he secretly knows... But there would also be times - disheartened and crestfallen - when that silent vow would be very hard for Luigi to keep. 🥺😣

[hurricanek8art]

Screw it, I posted the fic, she's my other main oc in the SWTOR-fic-verse in my head and drafts, SO part two of me clawing my way out of my anxiety bubble: character profiles part two! In which i still suck at summarizing events without sounding pretentious or overdoing it on the lore dumping. I have like. two good screenshots of Chrysali on my tablet and no access to the ones on my old laptop hard drive still (😭😭😭), but thanks to @jeswii coming in the clutch with a screenshot so I don't claw my hair out (THANK YOU AGAIN) I have finished one out of three parts of that art thing I've been going insane rambling about lately and it's my favorite part of it so have this bit of a thing that I will finish eventually!🥴 I'm probably going to come back to this and swap the art out for the full finished piece once it's done-done, but! in the meantime!:

Chrysali Vidoi: the Cipher

Homeworld: Druckenwell

Born: 3662BBY (age 22 at start, currently 40)

Species: Genetically- and cybernetically-enhanced Human

Occupation: co-operations manager and head of Alliance Intelligence; formerly agent of the Imperial Intelligence division

Affiliations: Eternal Alliance; formerly Imperial Intelligence

Romances: Theron Shan

Chrysali Vidoi is a woman of many names—Cipher Nine, Nashtah Twelve, Legate, and countless more she cannot even remember, but none of them matter more to her than the one she was born with and constantly denied. A survivor of the Battle of Druckenwell as a child, Chrysali found herself rounded up in the aftermath by agents of the Imperial Science Division and taken as test subjects for the Arkanian cyber-geneticist Atro Arkova's Project: Nashtah. Arkova wanted to create a perfect living weapon, and through a combination of cybernetic modification and genetic enhancement, he made the children under his thumb more—faster, stronger, more agile, more capable in a fight, immune to the effects of external stimulants like alcohol and drugs, and with a lowered sensitivity to internal hormones like adrenaline that could impair their reactions. Better than droids because they could think for themselves, Arlova molded them into becoming a potential replacement for even the vaunted Cipher program one day. They were deadly killing machines with only one flaw: they were not invincible. By the time Chrysali (now designated Nashtah Twelve) came of age, only a handful of her fellow Nashtahs had survived their grueling training, and the project was closed down as a failure with the survivors shuffled into Imperial Intelligence instead. Chrysali took to the work like she was made for it (and she had been) but all the while hated everything about it—the Empire, the work, herself, everything. A rollercoaster three years followed that ended with Imperial Intelligence disbanded, Ardun Kothe's offer to make her a double-agent for the SIS, and Chrysali aimless as she struggled to be more than just the weapon she was made to become. The Revanite crisis served to be the lifeline out of her confusion, and Chrysali latched onto the allies she found amongst it, in particular finding something of a kindred spirit in Theron Shan. The years under Zakuul, then fighting Zakuul, brought them together, and now they are an unbreakable partnership in every sense of the word, facing down whatever comes next the way they do best—together.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[sadiegirl2021]

Ok, I actually hate that the elaingate debacle has given me a great idea for a Tamlain fic!

[miss0atae]

ChainPun crumbs

The way they look at each others and still we don't have the beginning of anything... I just love them! 🤌

[notkingyet2]

Bridgens muses on uncomfortable feelings and Fitzjames desperately tries to make amends in the latest chapter of the Jopson traumabonded survivor polycule.

Spoke and Wheel on AO3

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION FOR YOU. HOW DID ARISUGU MEET?🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤 i am now steadily dragging everybody into this selfship playground hehehehhee ilysm<33 - @teddybeartoji

MICKEY!!!!!!!!……. welcome :3 take a seat :33 have some tea :333 🍵🍪 i’ve been Thinking abt this ask. intently. i got Way too into it btw

i think!! arisugu met in high school!! that makes most sense to me :> i transferred into his class and got attached to him …. pretty quickly probably. LMAO. i can see suguru being the one who gets assigned to show me around bc satoru Cannot be trusted w new students and shoko is a delinquent in the making…. so sugu is probably the one i meet first :3 and then i subtly imprint on him. like a duckling. a little ari following him around bc he has a soft silky voice. and he gets a bit of a soft spot eventually (me and the bad bitch i pulled by being socially incompetent <33)

WITH THAT BEING SAID…….. i see arisugu as The slowburn ever. neither of us are the love at first sight type, so i think it’d take a year or two for us to actually Fall in Love…. a year of getting to know each other on a deeper and more vulnerable level (ON THAT NOTE. late-night talks under starry skies are extremely arisugu coded)… so the feelings are very deep but. even though they’re mutual i don’t think we’d get together until a couple years have passed 😭😭 sugu would get tired of the ”chase” eventually and confess in our last year of hs maybe…. but i am Not Ready to accept his feelings. or my own. and i tell him that.

and so … he waits :’3 (WILLINGLY MIGHT I ADD i just think he’s the type of guy to say ”i’ll wait for you.” and Mean it yk….) until i eventually make the final push in like. our early twenties maybe…. which would mean about five total years of pining?? ish??? i just see it as a very tender, very very slow romance!! kinda like wading into deep water when you’re afraid of it. but by the time we get together we already know and trust each other so deeply that the change isn’t really too abrupt….. though he insists on taking everything at our own pace anyway. sniffle. i adore him (ALSO needless to say i’m not following canon here 🤨🤨 i firmly believe sugu wouldn’t have defected if he had a baby duckling following him around ok)

anyway. that’s how i picture it!! :3 i have Thoughts abt the overall dynamic but i think suguru is just… so patient. and so devoted. and i’m very loyal and also Very Shy. yepyep.

now . 😇 you didn’t ask for this but just as a comparison (<- this is a lie i just spent 2 much time thinking abt this)…. arigojo. i fear it’s a coworkers to lovers kinda deal. i’m Very Much picturing blindfolded gojo specifically and bc of his…. ways (crippling fear of intimacy + opening up) this is also another slowburn. and it ends with something a little less straightforward than arisugu bc i do Not think gojo asks me out…. it’s more of a gradual change yk?? bc labels are scary. but one day i don’t let him eat my portion of kikufuku and he goes ”how could you treat your boyfriend like this ;((” and i’m like . oh ok. so that’s what you are. we’re both losers sadly

ANYWAYYY THAT’S ALL i hope you didn’t run out of tea….. have some more just in case 🍵 as you can tell i had too much fun thinking of the Lore + all three of us are emotionally constipated (suguru too he’s just the most functional) but i hope reading it was enjoyable for youuu <33333 i love them. unfortunately.

[nightmarearian]

Hi, I don't know if your asks are open but do you have any Zetta headcanons to share?

AFUBDUIHAAFSGTREWJJAJWDFH‼️‼️‼️💜💜💜

ahem. *some of these are adopted.

- He/They

- Also sorta It/Its, but that's more of a holdover from being treated as a lab experiment for their first few months of existence. More so that he doesn't really protest if you do refer to them as it/its + he's used to it.

- Transmasc/Genderfluid. Flipflopping between em . AFAB varies on being Ambivalent to Liking dresses, though doesn’t w/ uniform.

- Doesn't really label their sexuality (don’t mind labels, but isn’t going outta their way to), although presents/reads as demi cause of. trauma/trust issues, and. all that.

- Madelis & Geara introduced him to the general concept of LGBTQ+ and Nastasia gave him a list of pronouns, genders, sexualities, and other terms/etc., later

- kinda considers Geara & Madelis his first friends, although he’s aware these aren’t very… typical friendships. Or all that healthy. Or would actually be considered friendships by almost anyone else.

- person they’re closest to is Geara

- Xen execs have the kill switch like grunts do -> It essentially got injected into him while they were being made. It’s. It’s in one of his bones or smth.

- Does have psychic powers* but the scientists/researchers taking "care" of him unintentionally trained it out of him because they at first they confused it with possible Archetype powers and they were super harsh/annoyed about it w/ him. So he just. internalized that psychic powers Weren't Allowed.

Yeah Xen Mages exist but that seems to be a different type of magic, also Zetta reasoned that. He Isn't a Xen Mage. So. He's not Allowed to. Xen Mages are Allowed. He is Not.

* = Mainly telepathy & telekinesis, though he is/would be able to divine/tell the future if he trained up his psychic powers.

Either (flip flopping between them) the other execs find out and explain that it's fine (and very encouraged, actually. A psychic Xen Exec would be useful), so they'll casually use telekinesis or, presumably when Melia gets him and there's like. down time or smth. Melia/The Team sorta tell him it's. fine. As long as he doesn't try anything. w/ Team Xen I feel like Nastasia and/or Geara would help him the most with his powers, cause. yk. psychic/deoyxs specialist & someone generally experienced with supernatural shit.

- Has (mainly) needle scars from being experimented on. Also some light surgery scars.

- They has long hair. He braids it up.

- Tbh if they ever had to go undercover/disguise themself in public he'd literally just need to keep his hair down and change his clothes lol.

- likes moon-stargazing. - saw the sky/sun/generally the outside world about 2 months after being created. Saw the actual outside world that isn't the Badlands about 3 months after creation; stopped dead in his tracks before being pushed to continue the mission, though when he had the downtime he essentially spent all of it just exploring/looking around. - Photography hobby if he was Allowed/able/was plausible in Xen in way possible. (cough cough melia similarity)

- Genuinely doesn't understand the idea of a day off/vacation that isn't for rest (ex. Madelis taking a day off to go shopping or smth)

- Gave themself the last name Silvallia from Silvally. (He loves his dog‼️)

- The Type:Null/Silvally was originally from Geara (from Wispy Tower) and turned them over/had them taken care of by the Research/Science wing of Team Xen; Geara technically had main ownership but didn't really care for them. Zetta met the Type:Null as he was coming in & out of the testing/being experimented on and became fast friends, so Geara gave them to Zetta and let him name them. - Zepto was Zetta's first pokemon.

- He got his Typhlosion/Cyndaquil indirectly from Jenner.

- He, his Weavlie/Sneasel & his Meowth/Purrserker all take care/help with each other's hair(or feathers, in Weavile's case) whenever they have the time.

- Let's his Absol leave and come back as she wants to find disasters. Main stipulation is that she has to not be followed back to HQ.

- Found Minior while stargazing (Noticed falling minior & found the Moon Field).

- Found Dratini/Dragonair after getting out of the pocket dimension on Terajuma

- Understands Pokemon

- play fights with them when he’s by themself

- Doesn't know his birthday (duh). Eventually made it the day he chose his name as Zetta - old "name" was M^21, "M" or "21"

- Math nerd

- "Zetta" is more just the translation of his old code name. It's still technically just a number. I flip flop between him considering the name "Zetta" as a code name (and therefore doesn't have an actual name) or Zetta being his actual name (and therefore doesn't have any seperation of agency/identity from Xen). - (I really do like the word "zetta" itself + him being a math nerd and therefore naming themself Zetta).

- considers his coat like a safety blanket. Essentially feels too vulnerable/exposed w/o it.

- internally considers Melia as his big sister.

- Identity/Autonomy issues

- complicated feeling abt Jenner… (Jenner doesn’t particularly know that Zetta is a clone off Melia. He knows Zetta’s a lab experiment. This is entirely from that relationship chart where Zetta’s like “worst step dad ever” and Jenner’s like “I’M WHAT”)

- Coordination problems during their first month of existing (still has some, every once in a while).

- Their skin feels weird/has an odd texture (It's the solosis/reuniclus membrane being translated into human form).

- They are particular about textures.

- Autism (pokemon autism????)

- Understands things in a very... uh. Clinical way? Like they're sorta particular about defining/organizing things like a file cabinet or smth. This is part from being raised in a research center. So. yeah. If. That makes sense.

- Is also particular about things being equal/balanced (if he is Allowed), if that makes sense.

- He's lighter or heavier on his feet (usually lighter) than the average person. Heavier when he remembers that he's walking (in the same way one remembers they're breathing), and then lighter than most cause the Solosis line floats and he unintentionally sorta/slightly does.

- Going off on that too, Weight-wise, he also reads as a bit lighter than he actually is, if that makes sense.

- melts in (verrrrrrrrrry) high stress

- Isn't affected by weather/climate (Overcoat ability). ("It's fucking hot as hell here how the fuck are you still wearing a wool turtleneck???" "[idk noise 🤷]") - Also looks oddly dry in rain/skin looks hydrophobic in rain.

- Likes Sweets (Naive nature) (aghfaouughhh smth smth naive nature zetta being born in team fucking xen of all place😭)

- He's still. Sorta naive. Like he takes things at face value. Depending on what it was or smth he maybe figure it out a bit later. Just. Yeah. asifshouughhhh

- Don't always consider it but naive -> serious nature (he loses his sweet tooth...😭)

- (Ok this isn't really a hc set in stone it's more speculation mixed with a Schrodinger's headcanon). Look. Look. If the solosis in the Nightmare Casino Zetta fights us with could be presumed to actually represent irl Zetta. Either Team Xen literally hatched a Solosis and experimented on them, or Crescent reverse candied the fuck outta him. And. I don't know which one is worse

- Going off on that he could totally just. Casually munch on EXP Candy. ("...What the fuck are you eating." "Some candy." "That's EXP Candy." "....yeah?" [Exasperated & Incredulous sigh]) Or he adds the small ones into his coffee or smth like you would sugar packets.

On a side note. I percieve EXP Candy as sort of. Condensed (healthy) stress? Going off the logic in this, the logic behind simply leveling up is a Pokemon gaining (healthy) stress in battle, aka. Well. Experience. So. To a human that might as well be a condensed heart attack/adrenaline shot. So the other Executives have the general idea that Zetta is. Probably not a normal human.

Additionally they (subtly) alluded to the fact that they're a lab experiment/generally born-created unusually (but not that they're a pokemon), and the other Xen Execs sorta figured out he's literally ever only known Team Xen.

- Can take at least a hit from a [strong] pokemon move like it's nothing/a minor inconvience. (Source: *gets hit w/ a Charge Beam that knocked out other people in one hit* "...ouch?"🤷) - On a side note the fainting right after and getting back up after a minute was like. Half a hint to him being a pokemon, yeah?

- Not so much a headcanon but. Yk. there's this line, from (I think) Madelis, that said they had talked about their motives for joining team Xen, and Neved & Nastasia didn't tell. I'm wondering what the hell Zetta could've said. His motive is not dying. His motive is the circumstance of literally knowing nothing else.

anywayyyyyyy annsfhbahshha‼️‼️‼️💜💜💜 thank yoouuu for asking

[prim-moth]

(ATOC) I'm throwing up maybe the slow burn of the general's route is the best after all

[craniumflight]

Fidel being the first one to defend Klay from being punished by P. Salvi

kaso may topak rin to sa ulo eh.