#worse than a goldfish at this point

[humming-fly]

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Tagged by @hyrulianpirate ayy haven't done one of these in an Age haha

Last Song: I've been rewatching Arcane so last would've been Dynasties and Dystopia~

Favorite Color: I really love the turquoise shade of blue and pretty much every color the sky turns, pale pink is also a really nice one

Last Book: System Collapse! That one was sort of funny in that it was a christmas gift for my dad but I delivered it a few days late so I could finish it first lol (he owns all the other books and lent them to me when I first read 'em)

Last Movie: uhhhh wow legit can't remember that much. It might've been the Boy and the Heron?? I feel like I've seen something since then but maybe not!

Last TV Show: like i mentioned still rewatching Arcane haha, other than that really enjoying the new episodes of Dungeon Meshi as they come out! My sister also got me to watch some episodes of severance over the holidays so that was fun

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: prooobably sweet>savory>spicy? i def have a sweet tooth for better or worse

Relationship Status: (stealing this from prev lol) perfectly content ❀⸜(˶´ ˘ `˶)⸝❀

Last Thing I Googled: "murderbot diaries series in order" (i genuinely can never remember what the names for each book are XD)

Current Obsession: i mean ongoing obsessions are rather unchanged from the usual haha, still lots of fma and kirby stuff rattling around in my head, I also have some elden ring doodles I keep meaning to get back to. In terms of Really recent obsessions as of the past couple weeks have enjoyed diving into league of legend's lore lol, every time they release a cinematic i get curious and start dipping in and every time i'm Shocked how much stuff they have (though that might soon run out given how riot just laid off a lot of their creative team h a)

Looking Forward To: finishing my qualifying exam'll be nice!

Taggin: oh hmm, howsabout @alagaesia-overlord @aseuki @nymphofnovels @shubbabloggin @phantomrose96 @post-it-notes7 @angelfrost, in case any of you or anyone else wants to play!

[ifyourereadingthisblinktwice]

i need to stop forgetting things exist the fucking second they leave my field of vision. why is is impossible for two things to occupy my mind at once especially when im tired. like. i feel like a sim. i feel like actions are being canceled and i just. move on. and completely forget what i was doing moments before. i fucking hate it

[mj0702]

Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone

“Lucy...” you grunted from outside the door “... pull you weak goldfish”

“I AM pulling...” your sister grunted back “... you put some effort in and push”

“I AM pushing” you huffed pushing again against the stem of the tree that was stuck in the doorway to Lucys and Onas house “... wait... I have an idea”

“You only get that idea NOW?? after we tried to get the tree inside for 30 minutes??” Lucy came up behind the tree looking outraged

“Shut up... at least I have an idea” you grumbled taking a few steps back “... pull you twathead”

“I was pulling all the time” your sister exclaimed

“Pull again!!” you said now running at the tree trying to shoulder it through the door just to ram through the branches into your sister plowing her off her feet resulting in both of you rolling over the hardwood floor in a big ball of limps down the corridor

“Amor??” Ona came out the kitchen looking concerned at the ball of limps that resembled Lucy and you

“Babe??” Georgia was just behind Ona looking over the small spaniards shoulder

“All good” Lucy grunted from under you – next to you... somewhere to you

“Peachy” you groaned trying to figure out where was above and below

“What happened?” the blonde spaniard asked as she started to untangle the two of you

“Tree...” your sister moaned as you tried to get away from her elbowing her in the ribs

“Tree??” Ona asked confused while Georgia pulled you up right

“Tree” Lucy confirmed holding up the tree top that she clutched in her hand

“You ripped it off???” you screeched desperate

“You barrelled into me!!” your sister exclaimed

“Well I didn't plan on it” you snapped your eyes not leaving the piece of green in Lucys hand

“Okay...” Ona interrupted the two of you “.... both of you calm down”

“How can I calm down when she destroyed our tree???” you looked at your sister-in-law like she just said the most stupid thing in the world

“It's not destroyed Bebita” the small spaniard said calmly helping Lucy up

“SHE HAS THE TOP OF THE TREE IN HER HAND!!!” you pointed widely at your sisters hand your eyes wide

“Bebita...” Ona sighed knowing your mind won't let you calm down to hung up on the fact that Lucy had a piece of tree in her hand

“I'll get it sorted” your girlfriend said quickly pulling you away

“Gracias” the spaniard smiled softly checking your sister over for injuries

“Lo... things” Georgia mumbled after a second

“Your spanish is worse than Tanas english” you huffed as your girlfriend sat you down on the couch

“I'm not living here constantly” your girlfriend rolled her eyes crouching down in front of you starting to rub over your knees and thighs

“Yeah well you will... you better start practicing” you grumbled

“Still time until then” Georgia smiled her voice soft learned that it would be the best way to calm your racing mind

“Lucy broke me tree” you huffed starting to pout

“You know... it would've been easier to get the tree inside if you had left it inside its net until you put it up in the living room” your girlfriend pointed out with a straight face biting her tongue hard so she wouldn't start laughing

“You could've said that earlier” you exclaimed aghast

“Ona AND I both told you not to open it before you got the bloody tree inside!!” Georgia exclaimed not ready to take the blame this time

“You also could've stopped us” you flailed your arms around nearly knocking your girlfriend over

“Babe...” the blonde quickly grabbing your hands “... it's okay... we'll fix the tree okay”

“How???” you asked desperately

“Well... Ona will find a way” Georgia looked lost

“Ona will what?” Ona peeked around the corner

“You'll have to fix the tree again otherwise she won't calm down” your girlfriend gave the spaniard a glance

“You always fix things Lucy breaks...” you looked like you were near tears

“Oh Bebita... of course we'll fix the tree...” Ona came over stroking over your head “... once it's inside”

“On it” you shot off the couch

“No Bebita” the spaniard yelled after you but you were already climbing over the branches again “Mierda”

This time you worked on a mission. Ona said she'd fix the tree and it was your mission to get it inside the house. You had to get it inside so Ona could fix it. You can do that.

“Bebita...” Ona tried to coax you back inside “... torna a dins”

“Necessito posar l'arbre dins perquè el puguis arreglar” you whined

“I already called help” the spaniard smiled extending her hand to you

“Who?” you tilted your head looking a little bit like a puppy

“Keira, Laura, Marta and Caro” Ona answered gently knowing the word “Keira” would change everything but this time not in the way she hoped

“Uuuuhhh” you mumbled “Keira's gonna be so made we broke the tree”

“No Bebita” the small blonde calmed you down immediately “... she told me she would've been surprised if one Christmas would just run smoothly”

“Uh oh...” you looked uncomfortable “... Keira mad”

“I'm not mad Bitsy” Keira spoke behind you and Ona thanked every god available for Keira Walsh and her ability to handle Bronzes

“It's Lucys fault... she broke the tree” you quickly threw your sister under the bus holding up your hands in surrender

“It was both of you” the englishwoman rolled her eyes a small smile tugging on her lips “... of you go... back inside... I don't want you anywhere near the tree until it's time to put the star on the top”

“But it was...” you whined loudly

“... Lucys fault I know... off you hop Bits” Keira shooed you away watching smiling as you climbed back over the branches inside the house

“Thank you so much” Ona released a deep breath

“Oh Ona... you haven't seen anything yet” the englishwoman chuckled “... just wait until they want to help prepare dinner... just a tip... find something they can't mess up and that keeps them occupied”

“Like?” the spaniard looked confused

“Nothing that involves knives, scissors or anything pointy or sharp” Keira grinned gracefully stepped through the branches

“Spoons?” Ona asked carefully

“Spoons work... just watch out if they start to fight...” the englishwoman waved off as she walked into the living room

“Ay díos mío...” the spaniard groaned

“Lucia...” Ona scolded her girlfriend for the fifth time “... stop it”

“How is it me fault?” your sister grunted trying to hold her balance

“I told you to the left....” you huff on Lucys shoulders the star for the tree clutched in one hand the other hand holding onto your sisters face

“I went left” Lucy shot back

“The other left” you rolled your eyes

“Just shove the bloody star on top of the bloody tree...” your sister huffed

“Don't pressure me...” you huffed back as you reached forward trying to get the star in place on the top of the tree when your sister made a step to find her balance

“I see this going horribly wrong” Ona mumbled to Keira who just leaned against the kitchen counter calmly drinking her coffee

“Don't worry Ona...” the blonde waved off “... it's like this every year... I am surprised they're still standing... that must be a new record....”

“What you mean they are still standing?” Georgia piped up looking over from the article she was reading and trying to understand (it's not easy to read spanish when you're english)

“Normally they crash at least three times before the star is in place” Keira chuckled watching how you tried frantically to direct your sister by digging your heels into her ribs

“Bubs that hurts” Lucy exclaimed but slowly gravitated in the direction you wanted

“Well if you would listen for once...” you grumbled back trying again to set the star on the tree “... I can't reach it... go forward”

“Where should I go???? There's tree” your sister threw her hands up annoyed which resulted in two things

First – she lost her balance

Second – she let go of your legs which meant you lost your balance

Result – Lucy fell forward into the Christmas tree while you fell backwards and missed the couch by mere centimetres hitting the floor hard

“Bebita” Ona shot forward only to find Keira holding her back shaking her head

“Babe” Georgia was just about to follow Ona as she got held back also

“Don't interrupt them” Keira said calmly watching how you already sat up again “... it's their thing”

“What if she's hurt?” the small spaniard asked concerned

“Does that look hurt to you?” the englishwoman smiled pointing to where you stood on the armrest of the couch ready to jump on Lucys shoulders again “Believe me Ona... even IF she hurt herself... she wouldn't tell you before that star is in its place and she's happy with it”

“But” Ona looked lost

“Trust me on that one Ona...” Keira smiled softly “... that ain't me first rodeo with them two.... years back Bitsy broke her arm and refused to go to the hospital until she did her part in decorating the tree – which is put the star on the tree... so... let them do their thing and when that bloody piece of plastic is “shining” from the top... THEN you can go over and fuss....”

“She really broke her arm?” Georgia looked like she JUST realized she's dating a lunatic

“Fractured in three places...” her best friend hummed “... she was an absolute pest over the holidays.... whining and moaning and groaning about everything...”

“Left or right?” your girlfriend asked

“Right of course...” Keira snorted “... would be too easy to NOT break her dominant arm”

“Uh that's hard” Georgia pulled a face

“Ask Lucy... Bits refused to let anyone near her that wasn't Luce...” the englishwoman chuckled “... I was allowed to offer cuddles but that was it... Lucy had to do EVERYTHING else... and I mean everything”

“Oh wow” your girlfriend got big eyes when she finally caught on “Even... you know”

“Yep... even that” Keira laughed still having an eye on the two of you as you started your fourth attempt on “starring the top of the tree”

“Lucy really loves her” Georgia snorted

“Should've seen Bits when Lucy did her knee...” her best friend hummed

“That's something I want to hear too...” Ona now joined the conversation

“Bitsy was about... four I think... she decided Lucy got a big ouchie and needs to be taken care off...” Keira smiled at the memories “... so everything that was in Bitsy reach was carried, dragged or pushed to Lucy... she ended up with multiple empty plastic cups since the sink was to high, a bunch of extra pillows and blankets, multiple joggers, sweaters, socks, shirts and underwear for when Lucy wants to change, a bag of crisps, four of five packets of Cadburys and several other things... she dumped it all around Lucy on the couch and when I came home from training and groceries shopping Lucy was covered in stuff except for her “bad leg”... Bitsy was very precise nothing touches the leg... including me...”

“Including you?” Georgia asked confused

“Yeah... Luce asked me to help her rebadged the knee since she felt somewhat uncomfortable” the englishwoman stopped for a second to watch Lucy and you struggle before seeing that both of you regained your balance again “... so I was about to touch the “bad leg” when Bitsy shot out of nowhere biting me hand away... such I little pit bull she can be”

“Oh wow...” your girlfriend stammered again not believing what she hears “... I mean... I know the biting part but...”

“Be glad I didn't hear that Stanislav” Lucy yelled from the living room trying to turn around making you squeak “Sorry”

“Head in the game” you huffed digging your heels into her sides harder “... and I have to get it from someone don't I... don't think I didn't see all them marks on Keira... or now on Ona...”

“You are too young to leave marks” your sister grunted when she felt your heels

“Be proud of me goldfish” you pushed against her cheek just because you can

“Just put that damn star where it belongs” Lucy tried to avoid your hand as good as possible

“I'm TRYING....” you huffed “.... if you would work with me instead of eavesdropping then we would be done already”

“Stop bickering” Keira interrupted you firmly “... get going”

“Yes ma'am” both you and Lucy answered quickly

“Sometimes you have to get them back on track” the englishwoman winked at Ona

“Don't I know it by now” the small spaniard sighed “... the last time they had an argument because Bebita didn't like the colour of Lucys new cleats... for HOURS”

“Let me guess the ending...” Keira smirked “... Lucy got new cleats... probably in blue”

“Sí...” Ona rolled her eyes “... City blue”

“You'll never get City out of that girl” Georgia snorted

“Says the woman who still wears her City shin guards” Keira teased

“They're comfy okay...” your girlfriend exclaimed defending feeling caught

“Say comfy one more time” you threw in from your position on your sisters shoulders

“That was Leah” Keira smiled

“Still a classic meme....” you shrugged your shoulders “.... DONE!!!”

“Good job Bits” the englishwoman praised you as you stuck the star on top of the tree

“Good job BITS???” Lucy exclaimed outraged “I did a good job!! I carried her the whole time”

“Well done Luce” Keira deadpanned knowing how to get under her exes skin

“Yeah yeah... why are you still here?” your sister grumbled after she disposed you on the couch “Where's that girlfriend of yours?”

“Home preparing Christmas dinner” the blonde shrugged “... I'm still here to offer emotional support to your and her girlfriend – they're not used to your antics at Christmas”

“We're not that bad” Lucy rolled her eyes coming over to press a quick kiss to Onas lips

“You are” Ona smiled into the kiss

“Stop kissing... it's yuck” you whined from the couch where you took a look at the star “Lucy... it's crooked”

“No it's not... it's perfect” your sister quickly said “... it's straight as an uncooked spaghetti”

“It's hanging to the left...” you whined again

“Go on Lucy.... you know she won't stop” Keira laughed seeing the pained expression on Lucys face

“Come on Bubs...” Lucy sighed deeply getting in place so you could climb on her shoulders again

“You let them do it again?” Georgia asked scared

“As I said... it's their thing...” Keira shrugged her shoulders watching how you carefully repositioned the star “.... there a things that'll never change with them two G... just get used to them and go with it”

“Bebita...” Ona warned you the spatula lifted already “... get your fingers out of my Catalan escudella I will cut them off”

“But it's tasty...” you whine as you quickly stole another piece of sausage

“Out...” the spaniard pointed to the door of the kitchen

“Keiraaaaaa” you whined

“Oh no Bits...” Keira laughed “... this is Onas kitchen... I’m not going to help you”

“Bebita... if you're still here by the count of three” Ona threatens you “.... one...”

“... then what?” you challenge her

“... you know... Alexia never takes a day off... she'll be SO happy to have a partner tomorrow...” the blonde spaniard smirked “... two”

“I think I heard Lucy calling...” you said quickly a look of horror on your face racing out of the kitchen

“Respect...” Keira snorted “... good tactics”

“Won't let her eat a whole meal before we even started...” Ona huffed getting back to stirring “... she won't eat anything later and then she'll whine around 11 that she's hungry”

“You're learning....” the englishwoman nodded her head respectfully “... you'll be a good Mum Ona”

“I... ehrm....” the catalan stammered her cheeks blushing

“Cut me some slack okay... how far along are you?” Keira smiled

“Just over three month” Ona said her voice low “... how did you...”

“I have eyes... You don't go into tackles anymore... you keeping it light... the way Lucys hand always lays protective over your stomach... the way Lucy is more protective over you in general....” the englishwoman counted off her fingers

“I'm... sorry” the spaniard says somewhat lost

“You're sorry you got pregnant? Oh wow... it's not like it was an accident Ona” Keira chuckled “That's not how it works in our community”

“No.... that... you know... Lucy and I... not Lucy and you...” Ona stammered

“Ona... Lucy and I were never meant to be...” Keira said softly finally understanding where the younger woman came from “... I'm happy for you... I really am... You'll be a great Mum and Lucy... she already proved that she's great with kids”

“But isn't it weird for you...?” the spaniard asked

“No... you two are perfect for each other...” the englishwoman smiled “... and if you're honest... Lucy and I basically have a kid... Bitsy is our kid...”

“We want to tell her tonight... Lucy is so nervous about it” Ona spoke gently her hand finding the small little bump

“It can happen that she doesn't react like you expect her to...” Keira said carefully “... Bitsy has her own way of dealing with things and change was always hard for her... so however she reacts... I KNOW she'll be happy for you and she'll come around but just be prepared that she reacts differently”

“Lucy is scared that Bebita may run away and that she hates her... us...” the spaniard confesses

“Hate you... no...” Keira quickly put a halt to these thoughts “... running... maybe... but she'll come back and when she does she'll be ready to talk and accept things... so don't be hurt if she runs”

“Lucy will be hurt” Ona says

“Lucy is a big girl... and she knows Bitsy...” Keira waves off “... just make sure G is running after Bits and not Lucy.... she'll need G to talk to”

“Thank you Keira” the spaniard said seriously

“Please... you took one Bronze off me hands... I have to thank YOU” the englishwoman winked

“No Keira... stay” you whined holding onto Keiras pants

“Bitsy....” Keira sighed “... we talked about this...”

“Nooooo...” you whined louder dropping to the floor clutching to Keiras leg

“Bitsy... stop being a tosser” the blonde rolled her eyes “... we talked about you spending European Christmas with Lucy and Ona and tomorrow for Christmas Day you and G come to Lauras and I and we'll celebrate again”

“No Keiwa” you clutched to her leg harder

“Bits you're not four anymore” Keira said knowing it'll cost her another 30 minutes to get you off her “Also... Lauras parents are in Barcelona and they want to have Austrian Christmas tonight... so please Bits... let go”

“Don't wanna” you pouted

“Lucy” Keira called out needing back up

“Bubs come on... dinner's nearly ready... and I made G put on the ugliest Christmas sweater I could find” your sister crouched down next to you speaking softly

“But I want Keira here too” you sniffed theatralic

“I know... but Keira has her very own Austrian she has to get back too” your sister said gently prying your hands off Keiras leg “... and god only knows what they serve on Christmas”

“We have spaniard stuff... not even english” you kept pouting

“... I got millionaire shortbread from Mum” Lucy faked excitement

“You do?” you asked apprehensive

“I do... I wanted it to be a surprise but Mums homemade millionaires” your sister looked expectantly at you

“I get the first piece...” you said huffing “... and the spaniard only gets a small piece... she's small... she doesn't need a whole piece”

“Deal...” Lucy quickly agreed opening her arms “... come here”

You let go of Keiras leg to shuffle into your sisters arms who proceeded to stand up keeping a tight hold on you

“Thank you” Keira said gratefully

“No worries.... changes are hard...” your sister said smiling slightly feeling how your hold on her tightens

“Don't forget that Luce...” the blonde said seriously seeing your sister showing a little nerves

“I won't...” Lucy nodded as Keira opened the door to leave

“And Luce...” Keira turned around in the doorway smiling slightly “.... Merry Christmas and... congratulations”

“Merry Christmas Kei...” your sister smiled back thankfully “... and don't get stomach problems again from that god awful Austrian food like the last time... I need you to take her off me hands tomorrow”

“That was Bavarian food” Keira laughed closing the door behind her

“Bubs... present time...” Lucy said happily pushing an elf hat on your head “... and oh look... we already got an elf to hand them out”

“Lucyyyyyyy... nooooo...” you whined pulling the hat down immediately

“Oh yes... the youngest has to hand out...” your sister snatched the hat again shoving it on your head again “... get going”

“Ugh...” you rolled your eyes huffing loudly while Ona and Georgia try to hold in their chuckles at your and Lucys antics

“Me... me... me.... me... me...” you mumbled sorting through the mountain of presents “... me... G... me... spaniard... spaniard... spaniard... me... twathead... G.. G... spaniard... me... G... me for G... G... spaniard...”

“A lot of you eh...” Lucy snickered “... colour me surprised.. you weren't that well behaved this year”

“I was SO well behaved” you grumbled throwing a little gift at her

“Let me recap... you bit Carmona... broke Rubiales nose... twice... broke Atheneas toes by stomping on them... bought a band of pipers for Sarina....” your sister recapped your year

“.... accident... accident.... twice... accident... birthday present” you defended yourself

“... bleached Ljs hair... shaved off her eyebrows...” Lucy kept going

“... not me fault she got the wrong shampoo... accident...” you threw in

“... nearly broke Ouahabi ribs by tanking her over” your sister smirked

“... happy to see her...” you shrugged your shoulders

“... started a fist fight at a Champions League game...” Lucys smirk widened

“... you have no prove of that and even if it was me it was defending me spaniards...” you huffed knowing exactly that Lucy knew it was your doing

“... I NEVER heard one of the staff yell out that someone is a cunt...” your sister pointed out “... I wonder where they learned that... especially in combination with Gareth”

“He is a cunt” you grumbled making Georgia burst out laughing

“.... so.... not so well behaved are we now?” Lucy teased you smirking

“I didn't kill anyone... and I didn't get pregnant...” you exclaimed “... it count that as well behaved...”

At the word “pregnant” both Lucy and Ona froze up for a second which you didn't even notice but both of them shared a look of worry

“I'm not that good” your girlfriend mumbled giving Lucy the perfect opportunity to play over her one insecurities

“So you're telling me you not meeting my sisters standards Stanislav?” Lucy lifted an eyebrow

“No no no no no no” Georgia quickly retreated her statement her face shocked

“So you're telling me you have sex but you don't care about her standards?” your sister prodded Ona biting her lip not to burst out laughing at Georgias horrified face

“I'm so meeting her standards” your girlfriend squeaked scared

“So you're telling me you're having sex after I explicitly told you not to touch her” Lucy grumbled shuffling closer to your girlfriend

“Babe...” Georgia looked at you for help as you were still deep in sorting gifts mode

“Yeah...?” you look up confused

“Am I meeting your standards?” your girlfriend asked shuffling over to you to get further away from your sister

“Ehrm... yes?” you asked confused totally oblivious to the situation

“Please tell her that too” Georgia pointed at Lucy

“Oh... yes she does” you nodded grinning “... very standard meeting... actually... very exceptional over the standard meeting”

“See... I'm good to her” your girlfriend backed your statement up quickly

“Very good...” you grinned nodding

“She's taking advantage of you” Lucy exclaimed

“Nope...” you snorted “... but she's taking advantage of her time off and the new kitchen counter we have”

“Babe!!” Georgia screeched horrified

“You don't have a new kitchen counter” your sister said confused “... we have a new... OH MY GOD... NO... NO... don't tell me... NO...”

“Well... you were gone hours this morning....” you smirked “... you told us no hanky panky in the bathroom... so...”

“I'm so dead... she's going to kill me... on Christmas...” your girlfriend mumbled next to you

“You are joking right???!!!” Lucy screeched

“God you're too easy sometimes....” you snorted “... yes I was joking... you really think I could get this one to do anything with you around?”

“Oh thank god” your sister released a deep breath

“The next time you are “joking”... make sure your underwear is not on the floor next to the counter” Ona whispered in your ear smirking

“Noted” you smirked back “... even tho it wasn't mine”

“So Bubs... last present...” Lucy smiled brightly

“... but... it wasn't in the me-pile” you looked confused throwing wrapping paper around looking for another present

“... because I kept it with me... it a special one...” your sister said gently holding out her hand for you to do the same

“... am I getting a car?” you jumped up running to the window peeking outside

“No...” Lucy deadpanned “... and don't even think about sucking up to Frido again to get you one”

“She's the best Swedish Aunt...” you said dreamingly

“I though Magda was the best Swedish Aunt?” your girlfriend asked confused

“Yeah... in Germany...” you answered in a duh-tone

“Such a victim of society” Lucy shook her head “... come here Bubs... your last present is right here”

“It's... small” you eyed the little gift carefully

“It's still the most special” your sister said smiling

“Is it the Key from me flat you're giving back so you can't interrupt G and I anymore?” you asked hopefully

“Keep dreaming” Lucy rolled her eyes “... that key will stay with me until I take me last breath.... come on... open it...”

“It doesn't explode in me face right?” you ask sceptically

“No... it's a good thing I promise” your sister said gently feeling how Onas hand found her own

“Okay...” you said a little unsure starting to pull the tape away

“Come on Bubs... do it the right way.. just rip it open” Lucy groaned

“You said it special... special means more caution means carefully” you mumbled concentrated

“Okay... you are right... I'm sorry... I did say it's a special gift...” your sister back tracked immediately seeing how serious you took the matter

Finally you got it unwrapped to find a small box in front of you not knowing how to react

“It's okay Bubs... you can open it” Lucy kept her voice low just above a whisper watching how you started to comprehend what's happening

You carefully opened the box to find a pair of baby Nikes in them – in City blue, some pictures of an ultrasound and a tiny lioness jersey with the name “Batlle-Bronze” on the back. Everyone around you held their breath as you pulled out the small Jersey feeling the material in your hands your brain working hard to work out all the information

“Talk to me Bubs...” your sister tried to keep her voice neutral but everyone could hear the nervous strain that it had

“Need a moment” you mumbled

“Take all the time you need Bebita” Ona said quickly not wanting to push you

It took you five more minutes until you looked up fixing your sister with a glare

“I won't change diapers... I will give it back if it starts crying... I won't babysit under the age of six and if you even THINK about letting it play for Spain I will break your legs, it legs and probably the spaniard legs...” you said seriously

“Deal” your sister laughed happy that you accepted it your way

“And you better make her a whale-in-law soon... she won't keep that body for much longer... finding a dress for pregnant whale-in-laws is a mission...” you huffed getting back to rummage through all the wrapping paper to find that bar of chocolate Jorge send you from Switzerland

“Is that her way of being okay with it?” Ona asked your sister her voice low

“That's her way of saying she's happy for us and that whatever happens... you'll have another Bronze having your back protecting you” Lucy answered her voice just as low as she pulled her girlfriend into her side pressing a soft kiss to her forehead

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A Diviner's Guide to James Potter: Series Masterlist

(ongoing) - read on ao3

Description: Being friends with Lily Evans was difficult when you were head over heels for her ex-boyfriend, James. Your problems are only made worse when you begin receiving strange omens that point to a less than desirable future.

Genre: Friends to lovers, slow burn (I mean it!), fluff & angst.

Rating: Teen (swearing, alcohol/weed/cigarettes, no smut). More detailed warnings for the whole fic can be found on Chapter One.

Series Word Count (so far): 101k

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Chapter One: The Omen

You tell your friends about your odd findings while working on your most recent Divination assignment, all while trying to push away your growing feelings for James.

Chapter Two: The Heart Wants What it Wants

Answers to your predicament are few and far between when Sirius gets a letter from his parents and the Gryffindor quidditch team receives some excellent news. 

Chapter Three: Wicked and Wayward

Gryffindor plays Hufflepuff in the fourth match of the season, complete with an eventful after party.

Chapter Four: Paranoid

Hogsmeade is fun, but not when Sirius dangles a dangerous secret right in front of your nose.

Chapter Five: The Blizzard

A late winter storm buries Hogwarts in piles of snow, causing James to grow increasingly restless. It also blows in a much needed answer.

Chapter Six: Portraits Talk

Sirius attempts to quell your anger, though the pressure of acting aloof threatens to topple you.

Chapter Seven: Communing with Nature

You receive another omen which points to nothing good, though James is always there to help ease your mind.

Chapter Eight: The Duel

Mulciber becomes a looming threat to you and your friends, only increasing your existing anxieties. 

Chapter Nine: Red and Gold

Old insecurities are brought to the surface, but James attempts to reassure you with the promise of a fun weekend. 

Chapter Ten: Scurrilous Scoundrel

A night of firewhiskey, dancing, and racing hearts is unfortunately cut short when you stumble across eerie meeting. 

Chapter Eleven: The Hour Struck Nine

Tensions between you and James run high when you, Peter, and Marlene return to the RoR.

Chapter Twelve: Discontent

After nearly seven years, you finally make it into Dumbledore’s office, though this does little to ease your growing nerves, especially when it comes to James.

Chapter Thirteen: A Lovely Shade of Turquoise

James forces you to talk about what happened, opening up a can of worms you wish you could charm back in.  

Chapter Fourteen: The Stars Can Speak

After your fight with James, you're left entirely unsure how to act. However, your friends, and the stars, have some (un)helpful suggestions.

Chapter Fifteen: Repairo

Two diverging paths are presented to you: avoidance or intuition. Which one will you choose?

Chapter Sixteen: The Chaste Moon

The full moon comes just before Easter, fostering a time of rebirth and renewal…among other things. 

Chapter Seventeen: An Invitation

You and the others search for answers regarding the return of your nefarious classmates. 

Chapter Eighteen: Innamorati

Presents, dueling practice, and parties, oh my!

Chapter Nineteen: Coming Soon!

•-—✼.o○☆———☆○o.✼.o○☆———☆○o.✼—-•

Antique book cover credits:

The Deer-Parks and Paddocks of England by Joseph Whitaker, Captain Courtesy by Edward Childs Carpenter & Goldfish Varieties and Tropical Aquarium Fishes; a Complete Guide to Aquaria and Related Subjects by William T. Innes

[beelsbignaturals]

Somehow a Hellcat got into the HoL and walked right up to MC, plopping itself down in their lap and starting to purr. How would the brothers react? (I am beating Lucifer with a broom as we speak, the cat is NOT leaving)

AN: Back the fuck up Lucifer if you can have Cerberus I can have a kitty!

🐈‍⬛Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty, Little Unholy Being💕

Lucifer is… not enthusiastic about this development. He spent centuries telling Satan that he can't have a cat, and suddenly, you have befriended a wild animal? What's worse, the cat hisses and spits when anyone gets close to you! Wait… perhaps this can be beneficial… A loyal guard cat would be good for keeping a human out of trouble, right? It's totally not because Luci can't say no to your wide, pleading eyes.

Mammon initially is… freaking out. How did a wild animal break into the House? Oh shit! It's gonna EAT MC! Wait… they are… snuggling? Fuck… that's cute. And no, Mammon is not jealous of a damn cat, so don't go starting rumors! In fact, he's so unbothered that he is encouraging you to buy a collar with a little gold bell on it. This is totally not because he wants to get more brownie points. I mean, we all know Mammon is your favorite hell-spawn! Right? Don't worry. He warms up to "the fluffy menace" pretty quick. You may catch them cuddling when they both miss you.

Leviathan is the most chill with a random animal just… making itself a home. I mean his closest companions are a sea monster, a giant snake, and a goldfish. Of course you need a loyal animal friend. All the heroes have one! You should name it after the protagonist from this magical girl anime who can turn into a cat through the power of friendship-

Satan is in heaven. You and a cat? Who cares that it's the size of a small puma and has three eyes? It's still a cat! And with you as it's new best friend, Lucifer can't just ban the cutie! Satan is quick to join you in the "we gotta keep it!" spiel. He already has a list of names and so many cat toys. Congrats! You are co-parenting a wild animal with Satan! There is no escape.

Asmodeus is honestly not huge on animals. I mean.. they shed, drool, and are so much work. But hey, if it makes you happy to be mauled affectionately by a giant beast… At least let him get some cute pics to commemorate the occasion! Just promise not to your new pal run wild around the house. His room is a fur-free zone unless it's vintage. He will, however, be all over buying cute cat toys and collars. Fashion show time!

When Beelzebub realizes the cat isn't going to attack you, he goes from Protect Mode to "AWWWH LOOK AT THE HUMAN PLAYING WITH THE BABY!" You do know that this is a juvenile, right MC? Hellcats grow to the size of a well-fed grizzly bear. Oh well, Beel will help you feed it. He's honestly stoked to have a new fluffy family member. Your new bestie is much more friendly than Cerb. 

Belphegor is pissed. That's HIS spot the little upstart stole! Honestly, Belphie is enraged that this feline had the gall to walk in and place itself on your lap, purring up a storm. He grumbles about it but can't help but appreciate the smile it brings to your face when you scratch behind the wild cat's ear. Just… make some room and play with his hair too, got it?

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

How good or bad are the skellies eyesight? From the strongest eyesight to the weakest.

Mafiatale Papyrus - He can see the wing flaps of a butterfly. That's how good his eyesight is. He has the eyesight of a bird of prey, both in day time and night time. Creeper was recruited by the mafia as a kid for this special ability, and before his brother.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Despite the ugly scars on his face, Wine has an excellent vision and knows how to use it. His eyesight actually works like a cat, absorbing light to see better. He also has night vision. It's really, really hard to take that guy by surprise. Added to that, he has excellent hearing and smell.

Farmtale Sans - He has a terrifying good vision, both in daylight and nighttime. He can see if a fox is messing in his farm from the other side of the farm and no intruders have a chance to go unnoticed with him on the watch. Added to that, in the night, his eyes glow bright white and it's creepy as hell. No one wants to meet him in the middle of the night.

Horrorswap Sans - The famine didn't deteriorate his eyesight, quite the opposite actually. His vision is sharp, it's the vision of a predator. He can see threats coming from far away and his eyes can see all the hints leading to someone hiding from him.

Underswap Sans - He has excellent eyesight and never had any problem with it. He needs to have it with his job as a police officer. It's difficult to escape him and he's super good at finding clues.

Underfell Sans - He has good eyesight, not really had the choice to develop his skills if he wanted to survive. He's really good at noticing details when a threat is coming.

Horrorfell Sans - His vision stayed the same as his younger self, maybe a little less powerful due to his aging, but that's all.

Dancetale Sans - He has a really good eyesight but doesn't do much of it. It definitely helps him to understand how to do some dance moves faster though.

Undertale Sans - His right eye is not good, but he compensates with an extremely precise vision from the left eye. Sometimes, people under his care think he can see behind his head because Sans knows whatever they do.

Outertale Papyrus - He's average. He doesn't have any problems and his vision never moved much.

Dancefell Papyrus - He's average as well. His sight is nor good or bad, it's normal. That's a shame though, he would have loved to have laser eyes like Mettaton.

Ink - He's average. He just has the attention span of a goldfish and so it doesn't matter how good he can see actually. Because he won't see a bull charging at him even one meter away from him. It happened. Twice.

Undertale Papyrus - He's average. He had some troubles growing up with his eyesight, but everything is fine now. He can sometimes act like he doesn't see much, but that's all for fun.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's average. He had little problems growing up but he also had a big brother with a lot of money to fix everything as soon as the problems got noticed. He's fine now.

Outertale Sans - He can see from very far away, to the point it's a bit scary. But he sees quite bad things at 2 inches of his face. That's fine though, in space, when you notice threats last second it's usually too late.

Underswap Papyrus - He has a slight myopia and has to wear glasses. He's just not good at remembering to wear it, as glasses are hard to wear for skeletons and he hates it.

Dancetale Papyrus - He is a bit astigmatic, but that's barely noticeable. He's reading with glasses, but other than that, he manages quite fine.

Farmtale Papyrus - He is astigmatic and wears glasses most of the time. His vision is stable for a few years though, which is good news. He hopes it will get better with time.

Dancefell Sans - He has had myopia since he was a kid and wears glasses most of the time. It never got better and actually, that keeps getting worse as he gets older. But he's used to it by now and kinda jokes about it, betting how many points he lost every time he goes to check his vision with the doctor.

Swapfell Papyrus - He has quite important myopia as well, but he refuses to wear glasses because that's boring and he doesn't like having something on his face. He is used to it though, so he doesn't care. If fate wants him to see shit, he will see shit.

Mafiafell Sans - He has terrible eyesight because of his untreated myopia. He refuses to see a doctor about this and gets angry when people ask him if he's blind or something. He has an extremely developed sense of smell though, as strong as his dogs.

Disbelief Papyrus - Delta took a knife in the left eye in his last fight with the kid. He's partially blind from this eye and is struggling to adapt. He can still see on the sides, but he has a black spot in the middle of his vision. The other eye is average.

Swapfell Sans - He's blind in one eye, but that's actually from his years as a baby bones. He had plenty of time to adapt and for him, he always had only one eye. It's not really a disability anymore, as Nox learned to protect his blind side. He is very observant and compensates with extreme adaptability of his other senses.

Mafiafell Papyrus - He's blind in one eye after he got shot in the face, but he compensates with an incredible eyesight from the second one, to the point it's hard to tell he can't see from both eyes. Torpedo shows no weakness.

Underfell Papyrus - He's blind in one eye and the other is not so good either. That's one of Edge's rare weaknesses. He compensated enough with an excellent sense of smell however for this to not get noticed by anyone, not even his brother.

Mafiatale Sans - He's blind in one eye, and the other is not doing good. Some human threw acid at his face once and it damaged both his eyes. It's a shame since he had a really good eyesight before and he's still so frustrated about it.

Horrorfell Papyrus - He's still blind in one eye, and with the famine, it got worse. His eyesight is quite bad, but he manages. He had to fight a lot during the famine years, and several humans and monsters managed to hit him in the head. His scars are way worse than what they used to be. But he still acts like it doesn't matter. No one needs to know he can't see good.

Horrorswap Papyrus - Added to his myopia, he lived in the dark for fourteen years. He was not ready to see the Surface, physically I mean. He damaged his eye sockets when he reached the Surface because he didn't know he needed some adjustment. His eye sockets are now extremely sensitive to sunlight and even if it's getting better, he still can't stand very bright light. He often wears sunglasses and has horrible headaches when he stays outside for too long.

Horrortale Papyrus - He fought with Undyne several times Underground and one of those fights left him with severe head trauma that he didn't fully recover from. His loss of eyesight is a consequence of that, but also the struggle to keep his balance, which kinda worsens his back problems. Willow can't see very well, but he has glasses on the surface that are helping with the problem.

Error - He's technically blind in both eyes. He sees the world only by its code, so he can still see, but all in black, red, and numbers. It's tiring him a lot and that's why he spends so much time in the antivoid. There's nothing that can overwhelm his vision there.

Horrortale Sans - He's blind in both eyes, thanks to Undyne. He can only see thanks to Toriel's ingeniosity and quick thinking when she saved his life Underground. His only eye is fake, it's just a ball of energy Toriel managed to make self-sustaining and linked to his own soul. His vision is based on magic and soul flux. He can see most living beings, including vegetables, but will struggle with everything else. He adapted with excellent hearing, touch, and sense of smell though and it's actually difficult to tell he can't really see. It's also one of the reasons he gets disoriented that often.

Killer Sans - He's completely blind, from both eyes. He uses his other senses to adapt to his world, to the point it's hard to notice he can't see. He made sure of it. He uses soul localization and magic to make his way through the world.

[prince-dork-the-companion]

Batfamily Presentation Night - Pizza - Cass

Masterlist

Cass: I'll go :)

Duke: Uh-oh.

Tim: Interested to see where this one goes.

Duke: Is this cheating? This feels like cheating.

Jason: When did you make this?

Cass: Before today. :)

Jason: I shouldn't be surprised.

Damian: That is a very useful visual.

Steph: I have nothing to say.

Duke: A good, hardworking employee.

Tim: We should get a cat and name it Cheese.

Damian: That is a horrible name for a cat.

Bruce: No.

Jason: Wh -

Duke: Are those turtles???

Bruce: Where did you get this image.

Cass: :)

Jason: B you have to explain.

Bruce: Cassandra.

Tim: So Bruce can have pet turtles, but when we do it's a problem? I see how it is.

Steph: Tim this is the perfect opportunity to go on your Jason Arc.

Jason: Your what?

Dick: Oh, I remember them! Those are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! They're vigilantes in New York. Super cool guys. Have a bit of an addiction to pizza, though.

Cass: And the sewers.

Dick: Yeah they live in sewers, it's kinda gross, but they're nice.

Jason: Please tell me this photo isn't in the New York sewers.

Tim: The rats, the rats... we're the rats...

Dick: Oh, that's a good one of me.

Bruce: Dick.

Dick: If you mention the rules about eating on patrol I will throw a fork at you.

Steph: Haven't we already discussed that, Bruce?

Dick: Y- WAIT!

Jason: [cackling]

Dick: So you HAVE been stealing my pizza??

[general laughter]

Steph: Why does that image look so sad...

Babs: Don't diss the deep dish.

Jason: Steph, you're not gonna say ANYTHING about the order it's in?

Steph: Nah it looks fine.

Duke: This is favouritism.

Steph: Sauce on top of cheese is a far cry from PINEAPPLE, DUKE.

Duke: It's good!!

Jason: It's not.

Jason: Wh-

Tim: Why are you so angry... What did that burger do to you...

Jason: CASS??

Cass: :)

Jason: I can't believe I have to move AGAIN.

Dick: You don't have to move every time we find your apartment.

Jason: It's called PRIVACY, DICK.

Duke: I'm unsure if I should be more concerned about what "Nemo" means or the Pinterest deck.

Jason: Pintrest deck?

Tim: [wheezes]

Dick: Nemo... does Jason eat goldfish crackers on his pizza??

Jason: GOLDFISH? Have you NEVER seen the movie finding Nemo?

Dick: I don't remember what kind of fish he is. Sorry for not having that information STORED AWAY in my brain.

Jason: It's a clownfish, Dick. Kind of like you.

Dick: I'm more of a Dory, I think.

Jason: No, you're those annoying ass seagulls.

Steph: Mine? Mine?

Cass: :)

Steph: EXCUSE ME?

Jason: Digiorno? You WILLINGLY eat DIGIORNO??

Steph: NOT ALL OF US HAVE THE TIME OR SKILL TO HARVEST AND PREPARE THEIR OWN PIZZAS, JASON

Jason: SO BUY SOME.

Dick: There's a really good pizza place on Poplar called Moe's. They give me free pizza.

Jason: Moe's is shit and you know it. I'd eat fucking Dominoes before I eat Moe's.

Dick: YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Steph: Fight fight fight fight!

Duke: [wheezing]

Tim: Huh what?

Jason: I think I'm gonna be sick.

Dick: It could be worse.

Jason: I don't think it can get any worse than this. I can't believe we're related.

Babs: Y-

Dick: ANYWAYS.

Steph: Tim, you need help.

Duke: He's not the only one.

Steph: Duke, I take back everything I've said about your taste in pizza, this is a war crime.

Duke: This feels backhanded somehow.

Duke: Oh.

Jason: Hm.

Duke: I'll take it.

Steph: THREE STARS?? AND I ONLY GOT TWO???

Duke: L.

Steph: I'm going to unionize against Duke's union.

Bruce: Duke's what?

Jason: Pesto?

Cass: Hm?

Jason: Green pizza sauce. Was it pesto? Tastes like herbs, really notably the basil. It's alright. Not my favourite, but it's alright.

Cass: ...Yes. I think so.

Damian: Only four stars... what do I have to do to receive five stars?

Duke: Dude, are you trying to RIG the competition?

Dick: It's okay Dami, we tied!

Damian: I wish crush all of your pizza flavours.

Jason: There's the answer, kid.

Damian: Hn.

Duke: I smell bias.

Steph: No, no, she's got a point.

Duke: I feel enlightened. Good presentation, 7/10.

Jason: [muttering] So tired of fucking moving...

Dick: You don't have to move, little wing.

Jason: Fuck off.

Steph: I am going to hold off making my judgements but all of you know that Cass's presentation is the best.

Damian: I will go next, as mine is the objectively superior one.

TO BE CONTINUED?

[edandstede]

racist fucks out here acting like ed is doomed to become abusive like his father, like he is a violent monster, as if his arc isn’t about learning that he isn’t a monster at all but just a man. how are you looking at ed accepting himself, overcoming feeling like he’s the literal kraken, that he’s loveable and worthy of compassion and kindness even when he thinks the worst of himself, and drawing the conclusion that he’s an irredeemable thug - which is, by the way, what every fucking villain and antagonist thinks of him. you’re aligning your view of him with the bad guys, y’know, the ones who call him a donkey, low-born, and try goading him into violence over and over again because they think that’s all he’s worth? and yeah that includes izzy, because he did that too, it’s 90% of what he fucking did, treating him like he only deserved to live if he was performing hyper masculinity the entire time and the second he stopped he was worse than dead.

we are supposed to feel sorry for ed. the way he feels is heartbreaking. he was abandoned, had his worst fears confirmed to him by stede leaving and izzy pressing on the wound in the worst possible way, and then he fell completely into depression and suicidal ideation. he thinks it’s all he’s good for. he can’t be loved, he hates himself, he’s just the dick who killed his dad and nobody wants him for him. how can you see this very obvious spelled-out agony in him and say “hey, that guy is gonna abuse the man he loves, he’s an abuser just like his dad” you guys are just absolute bottom of the barrel scumbag dickheads, you really really are. you could not be more blatantly racist. you know damn well the show is not saying what you’re claiming it is.

also, insisting that he would ever hurt stede is just completely ignoring every single fucking thing about him. ed would never. the only fucking time stede is physically hurt by ed is when he wakes up from literal death and headbutts him. that’s it. i think we can all agree he didn’t even know what planet he was on when that occurred, and he petulantly says “good it was supposed to hurt” during a squabble that ends with stede telling ed he loves everything about him. pull the other one if you think this was ever framed as ed seriously wanting to hurt stede and not an incredibly hurt and vulnerable man still acting on a half-dead brain.

like for fuck’s sake this is the same man who hides under stede’s robe and presses his head to stede’s hand when he cries after telling him - the only person he has EVER TOLD - about killing his dad. he tells stede about the plot to kill him, and he cannot do it. he can’t lift a finger to him, he never would. he holds stede’s face with both hands when he kisses him and tells him he loves him. he brings him breakfast with a bit of twine on ‘cause he panicked and thought it needed a flourish. he rubs stede’s cashmere against his cheek. the first thing he says makes his life worth living is warmth. he imagines stede with a big goofy sweet grin and gold sparkly goldfish tail coming to save his life. he just wants to retire and have his inn with the man he loves and not worry about stede ever being in a near-death situation again. he wants stede to be safe with him. at no point are we remotely told in the text that we should be genuinely worried ed will ever, ever physically hurt stede. he protects this man with his WHOLE BODY twice and signs an act of grace to avoid him being shot. he tries to get ned to leave him alone when they’re being tortured. he jumps off the boat with jack to swim back to him and he rows back to the republic to find stede too.

he loves stede, would never hurt him, and you’re all just fucking sour your fav died and you’re saying any old shite as a result. swear to god if i catch one more of you even so much as insinuating ed is abusive i’m gonna start lobbing off toes as well.

[chaifootsteps]

Oh no, for sure! I was just saying, even if you consider sexual crimes to be as bad or worse than murder, it's still not immoral to like fictional characters that commit sexual crimes. Fictional characters are just goldfish in a bowl; they can't hurt you and you can walk away from them at any point, which is why they're fun.

[bri-cheeses]

| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 855 | This is actually a part 2 to this post that I happened to completely forget about until about thirty minutes ago lol | Hope you enjoy! |

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Barty watched Evan go, grass being crushed under his feet as he walked away.

Then he whirled back to Regulus and Dorcas, desperate for answers.

“Tell me what just happened,” he demanded.

Dorcas rubbed a hand over her forehead and Regulus scoffed.

“If I had to take a guess, I’d say that these past few years of relentlessly pining for each other finally caught up to you.” Regulus delivered it like a fact, and Barty gaped at him.

“What?” He could feel his mouth hanging open like a dumbstruck goldfish.

Next to Regulus, Dorcas rolled her eyes. “That was pathetic, Crouch,” she said. “For both of you. Merlin knows how we’ve watched you two tiptoe around each other for years now, but I’m scared it’s about to get a hundred times worse.”

Regulus wrinkled his nose at the thought. Barty felt slightly faint. “What do you mean we’ve been tiptoeing around each other for years?”

There was a long-suffering sigh from Regulus. “You like Evan,” he stated plainly, “and Evan likes you. And neither of you will pull your head out of the sand long enough to actually notice that the other likes you back.”

“But I don’t like Evan?”

Dorcas wheezed in surprised laughter.

“What?” she gasped. “Did you just say that? Regulus, tell me he did not just say that.”

“He did just say that,” Regulus said grimly. “Now you see what I’ve been living with for all this time.”

“I am so sorry.”

“Wait, I’m sorry, can we go back? Why is me saying that I don’t like Evan so incredibly hilarious?” Barty crossed his arms in petulance.

“Because,” Dorcas said slowly, as if she were explaining something to a small child, “you’ve liked Evan for years.”

A rush of heat traveled to Barty’s face. “No, I haven’t!”

“Barty,” Regulus interrupted, “how would you describe Evan’s hair?”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it.”

Barty barely had to think about it, but he still frowned while speaking. “Well, it’s this really light blond color, and it’s more of a whitish tint than it is yellow. Except for when the sun lights it from behind, then it looks more like gold.”

He didn’t see the point of this.

Regulus shared an amused look with Dorcas. “Right. And what color is my hair?”

Barty frowned again, confused. “It’s black,” he said.

He looked on in confusion as Dorcas and Regulus burst out laughing.

“Barty, tell me, what’s Evan’s eye color?” Dorcas laughed.

“A really lovely brown, kind of like coffee with a dash of creamer in it.”

“And what’re my eyes like, pray tell?”

“Dark brown?”

It came out like more of a question than he wanted it to.

His friend's laughter had started to gain some attention, and Barty’s face grew warm at being the butt of some joke he didn’t know the punch line to.

“Barty, I want you to say the first word that comes to mind after I finish my next sentence, okay?” Regulus was actually smiling. It was at Barty’s expense, sure, but even then, it was rare enough occasion that it made Barty even more nervous. He nodded anyway and braced himself for Reg’s next words.

“Evan coming out of the bathroom without a shirt on.”

“Merlin,” Barty breathed, then clapped a hand to his mouth. Where had that come from?

Regulus and Dorcas both leveled a pointed stare at him, as if they were waiting for a realization to kick in.

When it did, Barty’s jaw dropped to the ground. He pointed an outraged finger between his two friends. “Why didn’t any of you tell me?!”

“Look,” Dorcas said as she raised her hands in defense, “it’s not our fault that you’re exponentially more dense than any of us expected.”

Regulus nodded his agreement. “We thought you knew.”

“Well, I did not know that, so. Thanks for that,” Barty glowered. Oh, this simple little fact has complicated everything for him.

“I’m done for, aren’t I?” he said miserably.

“Not really,” Dorcas mused.

Barty cut a sharp look towards her. “What do you mean?”

“Do you even remember how we got onto this topic in the first place? The whole “you liking Evan” thing, but also Evan liking you. For even longer than you’ve liked him, if I’m not mistaken.” Dorcas glanced towards Regulus for confirmation. Regulus nodded. He looked slightly pained and more than a little weary of Evan and Barty’s stupidity.

“Wait, really?” Barty questioned. “How do you know?”

“Because I’ve been subject to his constant staring at you with his white-gold hair and coffee eyes for way too long,” Reg muttered.

Barty dropped his head down to his hands, covering the blush that has made its way back to his cheeks. “Merlin, I’m so gone for him, aren’t I?”

“Yeah,” Dorcas said at the same time Regulus responded, “Definitely.”

Barty groaned into his hands as Regulus continued, “But if it's any consolation, he’s just as gone for you.”

Barty looked up. “Actually,” he contemplated, “that is a consolation, Reg, thank you.”

Regulus nodded in acknowledgment at the same time a grin started to spread across Barty’s features.

This could be fun.

[angsthology]

random roo stuff

i do a lot of thinking (slash neg)

people (usually new fans) thinks roo and daisy-mae are dating

in the 2023 intro, roo winks at the camera

as seen in the screenshot roo is usually very active on twitter (not the surprise) and she follows some fans and often interact with them

sometimes people call her and charles (when seen together) sally and mcqueen due to her driving for porsche and charles — well, he is mcqueen. that didnt need further explanation

shes secretly very close with zhou considering they were rookies together

during her karting days her number was 35 idk why just is

she lieks to watch f1 academy races and support her girls

girl has many side quests goin on

shes also very private so when she casually drops something personal people write it down in their notes titled “roolore”

we all know max calls his rocket ship rocky, to which roo also has one of her own. she calls hers: backbiter after the first season that brought her glory

(inspired by luke castellan’s sword, his sword kan k word both humans and monsters, her car can beat rocket ships and tractors alike)

she gets shocked about the same thing more than once (memory of a goldfish this girl i tell u (mecore))

one time at a press conference they just gave her an electric guitar and that was the only topic for the entire half of that press conference

(some people say its their roman empire idk tho 🤷🏻)

she sang stockholm syndrome by 1d at charles’ birthday surprise just cause she thought shes funny (she is)

sometimes when she sees logan she goes “walk my way mr all american”

same with nando when she sees him its like her mouth goes on abbapilot (autopilot but... yknow abba) and full on start singing “there was something in the air that night”

okay yknow what at this point im just gonna tell u she has a song that she associates with every driver

which brings us to this fact: her spotify wrapped every year is always above 100,000 minutes

girlie lives in breathes music people often thinks she should’ve entered the music industry instead of racing

went missing one night and gave her entire team a heart attack until the morning when social media was littered with pictures and videos of her at a pitbull concert that night

she almost died that weekend in the hands of her manager

during RACE WEEKEND TOO

somehow still managed podium in free practice

while everyone likes to joke that lando is a literal child, a 4 year old, roo on the other hand often gets called the grid’s teenager

and by teenager i mean teenage dirtbag. thats what she is. being 23 didnt really stop her from leaving that era

the epitome of the word “worse” not worst but worse.

thats honestly all i got for now but hey u can always knock on my brain through my inbox (im bored and lonely exams are k wording me i need to be entertained like a 5 year old)

taglist; @treehouse-mouse @disneyprincemuke @yansbolobao @leilanixx @judespoision @vellicora @bborra there are still some people thatcant be tagged im sorry ☹️☹️

[landscaping-your-mind]

It’s so easy to insult people by not being ableist. This disability pride month, call people dicks more, and wish you could say the r slur instead of what you’re saying there less! This disability pride month, try not to insult people by mocking their possible dementia! Mock how bad they are as a person. This disability pride month, don’t call people you don’t like narcissists. This disability pride month, we’re going to work real hard on expanding that vocabulary of insults you have, so it isn’t all just being a dick to disabled people, to mentally ill people, to neurodivergent people.

Stop using us as a scapegoat. Have you not heard of punching up? ‘Cause you’re punching down, you might not know it but you’re punching down. If you, a neurotypical person, an abled person, a person without a personality disorder, etc, etc, are demonizing and mocking people because of their disability or traits associated, then you’re a dick.

Go get another talking point against TikTok. There’s worse to say about it than it’s just got a bunch of people with the attention span of a goldfish on it. Get another talking point against your abusers, I’m sorry you got hurt, but no way in hell is that justifying you treating people with NPD, HPD, ASPD, BPD, et cetera, like shit. Get another talking point against the politicians you don’t like. Dementia jokes are getting old, and if you don’t shut up about the goddamn addled brain, I’m going to scream. Get another fucking talking point.

Punch up. We’re all down here in the trenches together, stop making us go down, we’re not bloody crabs in a bucket.

[boydepartment]

i have something to say and idk if it’s controversial or not. noncon/dubcon mentioned

i’ve had to block a few ppl in the enhypen tag like just #enhypen or #riki or #riki x reader . because of how much

noncon/dubcon riki stuff is in the predominately sfw tags.

i do not personally agree with that little community who writes sm-t for him bc all of them have this ego complex of “i’m just better bc i don’t care >:(“ no, you have a really irresponsible and immature mindset when it comes to conflict. just because you “don’t care” doesn’t make you a good person or better than people who tell you to c-t yourself or d-e. it’s even worse if you’re like “i know i’m not a good person >:)” like okaaaay joker go rob a bank or something then.

back to the point- it’s to the grey area of time now where you can’t really stop them now anyways because it’s down to personal preference and their comfort of writing for him that way whether it’s “morally correct” to me or anyone reading this or not.

the one hill i will die on though, is i do not fw dubcon or noncon. even if its written as a trauma response sharing it and pushing your idols or celebrities(riki or other idols) into that is extremely horrible. if you write it because of trauma- keep it to yourself, and that’s none of my business. people cope in different ways whether i agree with it or not. writing your favorite idols as r-pists or manipulators to get what they want s-ually is extremely messed up especially when posted onto a public platform in regular #(insert idol group) and predominantly not nsfw tags. it’s irresponsible and subjects a younger audience(especially on tumblr. ao3 is another mess but at least ao3 is primarily used by an older crowd) to being exposed to thinking intimate acts like that is normal, when its absolutely not. and you might think “who would think that? it’s writing!” the amount of times people have openly stated in the fanfiction community admitting that they have never had s-x but will just write what they’ve picked up on is insane. same argument that p—n ruins mental health and mental image of healthy relationships if exposed to watching and consuming that content for too long.

this is coming from someone who was r—ed. i think it’s extremely insensitive to push idols onto that whether it’s written as a trauma response to the action or not. you’re putting innocent people and writing them as r-pists. fiction or not that’s weird.

and if it’s not written as a trauma response, i don’t understand the smut dubcon/noncon community’s fascination of getting r-ped. it’s a terrible thing to happen and i don’t wish it on anyone. the ptsd from it and how unclean you feel is so gut wrenching and there’s nothing you can do about it. part of your life gets taken from you and you can never get it back. there is lifelong trauma after that. almost everyday i wish after it happened to me he just killed me so i wouldn’t have to live with it. i still get nightmares and it’s led to sh and other mental issues that i just have to deal with now. why is that a fantasy to people?

back to the topic of people writing noncon/dubcon for riki (or any other idol but i’ve been seeing WAY too much for riki)

i might get comments saying “it’s not that serious it’s fanfiction it’s not real”

you’re writing about an 18 year old boy r-ping someone (the READER)

it’s the same argument of nsfw drawings of characters who are children. just bc it’s not real doesn’t mean it’s not fucked up and weird.

it is that serious and it’s weird and gross and mentally deranged. i will die on that hill.

i wont attack these people or start fights like i used to, i have a life outside of tumblr. but on my downtime i do check the #enhypen tag. and to see this shit sometimes floating around or even on the #riki tag. is just fucked.

idk it just upsets me, i obviously block these people and move on from my life bc i have goldfish memory but there’s like five accounts that just kept popping up in the past week that i’ve had to block. i know some people might be like “oh you really showed them!!1!!1!” in an annoying way, but either way i stand by my point that it’s fucked up and i’m human so i’m allowed to get upset by it.

[ginalongillustrations]

Vox Machina Details

I realized that now that I've completed all of Vox Machina, I wanted to show off the symbols I chose for each member and their designs as some of them I'm super proud of! If you're unsure what any of the symbols are meant to convey, just read blow the line.

Keyleth

(side note, I finished her original version at like ep 35 and had worked so hard to stay away from spoilers so I had no idea what most of the symbols meant and was struggling to think of things)

Kraken- I included it because the kraken fight will go down in my personal history as the fight that was the biggest... slog to get through. You felt the weariness of it as shit just kept repeating, and unfortunately half the table was slightly drunk making everything worse, and it was so pivotal because Vax died and that hastened his deal with the raven Queen and it was Keyleth completing her journey and it was Tary's first real adventure. It also was right after my Roman Empire Vaxleth quote so it had to have a place.

Goldfish -iconic

Acorn- so this is one that has nothing to do with her journey, but it's something I chose to symbolize what I love about her. I love her passion for life and her willingness to protect it. I chose it after she went against Grog during the Whitestone Arc and ran back to help the townsfolk fight the zombie giant. I loved it because she refused to let those people fight on their own to live, and it really stuck with me. Her unadulterated anger at the death of the fire ashari and so many other times she cares about life and I wanted to represent that, so much that I included it in her personal symbol at the top of the designs.

Fire - obvious reasons

Raven feather - gonna represent the love of her life

Snowdrop- yeah Vax got two but I'm so glad I did because that last episode had me sobbing just like Marisha and it's such a symbol of goodbye and love and stolen time

Vex

She is one of the most straightforward ones, another one that I had help on from the community because I didn't want spoilers but did want to encompass her entire journey and not just what I had seen.

Grizzly paw - for the best companion out there

Gold coins - Her greed is such a defining trait for so much of her journey to the point where it, in part, got her killed by wanting to steal the armour. It is her hating to spend 30 gold on a very useful book, it is so much of her and I love it.

Sun - Paelor, since she was chosen by him

Broom - As much as I wasn't a fan of the broom, it truly is such a big part of her, her fighting technique, and her personality again tied to her greed that I couldn't help but add it.

The gun and the dagger - for the two most important people in her life.

Pike

Her ship - It's cute how often she brought it up even when we never once see her at sea. I think Ashley really enjoyed that part of her backstory even asking about it in campaign 2.

Her holy symbol - Sarenrae is the God who has my heart simply for her kindness to Pike. Her warmth and love and how important that relationship is to Pike. More so than any other cleric, it feels like they get each other and I love that. I'm also sad Sarenrae hasn't been around much in the other campaigns. Someone give this God some love please (I'm on ep 46 of c3 so who knows)

The lute - even if they never go on a date during the campaign, that relationship is super important. It was the first relationship I shipped in VM and how often they look out for each other. I'll always be sad Ashley couldn't be there for ep 85

Grog's axe - adoptive siblings for life

Iris - since it's the flower of Westruun, I thought I should add also because Matt was able to pull that out of his ass when asked was incredible and needs to be remembered always.

Glabrezu claw - even if it's not a death we saw, that death echoed throughout the campaign and it affected Pike so much

Scanlan

Scanlan was harder. So many of his moments are intangible. How do you draw a counterspell? A wish? The hunt for drugs that are actually just cooking spices? the meat man? Modify memory? Scanlan will always be MVP of the VM campaign in my eyes, and so it was so hard to do him justice.

The three eyes of Ioun - No one expected Scanlan to be chosen but chosen he was and the world is better for it.

Triceratops - That fight was the first time Scanlan really showed he could hold his own. Hell, the rest of VM came out worse with 5 people than he did. It was the first time you saw how much of a beast Scanlan could be.

Pike's mace- the woman who made him better

The beret - I had just finished the briarwood Arc what I was working on him and I thought this the best representation of Sam willing to just roll with the stupidest running bits.

The Burt Reynolds mustache - His love of disguises and also one of his most iconic lines

The flute - representing his meeting Kaylie and how that changed so much of his journey.

Percy

I struggled with Percy and his symbols because I couldn't always grasp what was important and what drove him as tangible things outside his family, Revenge, and Vex. I also just have the most trouble connecting to Percy so I think that played a part.

The bird skull - I felt it showed his connect to others? As it passed through his hands it showed a care for others and I dunno, this one just stuck with me. So it's there.

Black powder -no way in hell I'm leaving Viktor out

De Rolo crest - His family and all that he lost

An arrow - his future, his shining north star, his better half

Black smoke - Orthax and how much control it had over him

Vampire teeth - a bit corny I know but had no idea how to represent the briarwoods so I rolled with this.

Vax

Snowdrop - the mirror Keyleth, and if you have the prints next to each other with Vax on the right and Keyleth on the left, the snowdrops mirror. They're the only two of the series to have that (can you tell who my favourite couple is?)

The raven Queen mask - she needed her own spot because she is.. the looming shadow over so much of Vax, his choices, and his story. She is unrelenting, she is ever-present, she is inevitable. And I hate her for it.

The arrow - twins for life

The antlers - This man supports Keyleth's rights and her wrongs and I adore him for it. I love that he says if you're going to your death to fight this dragon then I'm with you no questions asked. He worships her and it makes me weak at the knees.

The feather - those wings become as much a part of his identity as the broom is for Vex.

The belt - his love for that belt but also his use of equipment. Vax, more than anyone I think, has his identity was tied to his equipment and his icknic moments. His boots, his armour, his belt, his daggers. They make up so much of him.

Grog

He's another super straightforward one because we'll, Grog wasn't meant to have a deep and rich and complex character. He has amazing moments but again how do I show them? Craven's edge was something I tried for but it just didn't read as exactly that so I sadly left it out. Believe me, it hurt.

The deck of many things - Those cards were Grog's roman empire and it bit him in the ass at the end and I love it. Also just Travis and his absolute inability to not push the red buttons.

Ale - no group has loved taverns as much as VM, and no one in that group loves a night of drinking as much as Grog.

The Lute - for his best bud

The Mace - for his sister

The shapes - callback to the original audio intro with Grog being first

The bag of holding - few things were as paired as Grog and that bag. No one has their inventory as well organized as that Goliath.

Tary

Blondies - I know he was only a portion of it and I think because he was there for the time they mentioned it the most, I connect Tary the most with the Slayers Cake. It's the friendships he formed in his time with the group.

The list - thinking of him saving Keyleth and getting to mark off rescuing a maiden will never fail to make me laugh

The arrow - his best friend

The gun - his other best friend

The book - his many grand tales all documented in one fantastical book

The helmet - I really wanted it in the original design but it just wasn't going to work with the pose I wanted, so it ended up at the bottom.

Yepp so these are the things I connect with these characters the most. It's silly and so much effort for such a small part of the print, but I'm proud of them.

[radio-ghost-cooks]

LIVEBLOGGING MY ONE PIECE BINGE: EP 11

spoilers for one piece ep 11 below

oh right. Luffy's KOd right now

damn. boy who cried wolf fr.

no but in all honesty i feel so bad for Usopp my boy just wants to have fun and keep his home safe

oh god Usopp don't make it worse on urself. don't go tell her. she won't believe you and it'll just HURT

Luffy, from down below: *SNOOOOORE*

HOLY SHIT WAIT I WAS RIGHT?????? HE DEADASS FELL ASLEEP

oh god i might have to fast forward this part. the way im about to implode if Usopp actually tries to tell her

Usopp. god dammit Usopp.

PLEASE HE'S TRYING SO FUCKING HARD TO GET EVERYONE HE LOVES TO BELIEVE HIM AUGH

"we have to stock up on meat!" Luffy you autistic dumbass. i get meat is ur #1 food ever but Zoro's right. we have Bigger Problems

AUGH THE GOLDFISH STORY

please Usopp is genuinely trying to save you he's literally screaming for you to get out of there. Kaya please.

HE WOULDN'T BE DOING ALL THIS IF HE WAS LYING NOW PLEASE JUST LISTEN

my biggest pet peeve with these kinds of stories is that at a certain point it becomes clear that the liar isn't lying anymore. and nobody else seems to know that.

THE MUSIC TOOK ME OUTTTTT WHAT IN THE TV DRAMA????

yeah no shit why won't anyone believe you!!! THIS IS A TOTALLY DIFFERENT LEVEL THAN USOPP'S NORMAL LIES SO MAYBE HE'S TELLING THE FUCKING TRUTH???? MAYBE?? IDIOTS

im actually crying he cares so much abt all of them and yet. they can't even tell when he's in genuine distress.

oh my god they're cat themed

Usopp (:[

(actual footage of me watching Usopp pretend everything's fine and he hasn't been shot so his crew won't follow him)

he lies and he's a jerk. he doesn't lie and he's a jerk. someone give him a fucking break please.

he's willing to fight for a village that actively hates him at this point and im fucking crying

ough he's so emotional. i love him.

i swear to fucking god if this ends with him leaving the island without anyone knowing he was telling the truth im gonna throw a chair out the window.

[shiorihyugawrites]

The Ballad Of The Magenta Witch

After centuries of solitude and betrayal, the enigmatic and powerful sorceress Mea finds herself drawn to the war-torn lands of Paradis. With her loyal, sword-wielding companion Goldfish Levi at her side, Mea arrives in the midst of a brewing conflict between the Scouts and Marley. Her flippant demeanor and extraordinary magic disrupt the regimented lives of Eren, Levi, and the other Scouts, sparking chaos, curiosity, and alliances that none of them could have foreseen. Amidst the clashing of titans and nations, a forgotten legend breathes life into a new chapter that will shape the fate of Paradis itself. Will the Magenta Witch be a boon to their cause or a force of beautiful destruction? (Eren x OC)

Chapter Five

The days on Paradis were long and tense, filled with training, planning, and constant vigilance. The threat of Marley loomed over the Scouts like an unspoken shadow, pushing everyone to their limits. But amidst the chaos, one unexpected figure had emerged as an indispensable part of the operation: Goldfish Levi.

Initially, the Scouts had been skeptical—how could a floating, dog-sized goldfish possibly contribute to their cause? Yet, as the days passed, they found themselves eating their words. Goldfish Levi wasn’t just competent; he was exceptional.

Levi sat at his desk in his office, a small pile of paperwork in front of him. He glanced at the adjacent stack, perfectly sorted and meticulously completed. His steel-gray eyes flicked to the goldfish hovering nearby, a pen inexplicably balanced in his fins as he worked on yet another report.

“I still don’t understand how the hell you do that,” Levi muttered, his tone more begrudgingly impressed than irritated.

Goldfish Levi didn’t look up, his attention focused entirely on the paper in front of him. “It’s called being efficient,” he replied in that familiar deadpan tone. “Something you should appreciate.”

Levi’s eye twitched. “Don’t get cocky.”

“I am you,” Goldfish Levi shot back, flipping the page with a precise flick of his fin. “If I’m cocky, it’s because you’re cocky.”

Levi didn’t respond, though his faint smirk betrayed his amusement. The paperwork was flawless, the handwriting neat and precise. Despite the utter absurdity of a goldfish wielding a pen, Levi couldn’t deny the results.

Out in the training grounds, Goldfish Levi barked orders with the same sharpness and authority as his human counterpart. The Scouts moved with practiced efficiency under his watchful gaze, their respect for the fish growing each day.

“Jean, your form is sloppy!” Goldfish Levi snapped, hovering closer to the young man. “Fix your stance before I slap you.”

Jean groaned, adjusting his grip on his ODM gear. “You slap me anyway!”

“That’s because you’re consistently disappointing,” Goldfish Levi retorted, earning a few snickers from the other scouts.

Nearby, Sasha and Connie exchanged amused glances as they sprinted through their drills. “You know,” Connie panted, “he’s just as terrifying as regular Levi.”

“Maybe worse,” Sasha replied, her voice hushed. “At least with Captain Levi, you can see the punches coming.”

Goldfish Levi floated past them, his fins twitching. “Less talking, more moving, or I’ll personally add another ten laps.”

Both Scouts groaned but picked up their pace.

Later that day, Goldfish Levi joined the perimeter patrol, his keen gaze scanning the surrounding area. His efficiency was unparalleled; not a single detail escaped his notice. He floated silently, his swords strapped to his sides, ready for action.

“You’re thorough,” Jean admitted grudgingly, trailing behind him.

Goldfish Levi didn’t look back. “Of course I am. I’m Levi Ackerman.”

Jean sighed. “Yeah, yeah, we get it.”

In the strategy room, Hange, Levi, and the other scouts pored over maps and documents, discussing potential plans. Goldfish Levi hovered nearby, chiming in with insights that were alarmingly astute.

“What about this choke point here?” Hange suggested, tracing a finger along the map. “If Marley decides to launch a ground invasion—”

“They’ll likely avoid it,” Goldfish Levi interrupted, his tone matter-of-fact. “It’s too obvious. They’ll take this route instead.” He gestured toward a narrow path on the map with his fin. “It’s less fortified, and they’ll assume it’s the weaker option.”

Hange’s eyes lit up, her respect for the goldfish growing by the second. “You’re brilliant!” she exclaimed, scribbling notes furiously. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Because you’re not me,” Goldfish Levi replied flatly, earning an exasperated sigh from Levi.

The greatest challenge, of course, was Mea. Her whimsical nature and penchant for chaos, and liquor, kept everyone on edge, but Goldfish Levi had no qualms about putting her in her place—literally.

One afternoon, Mea lounged on her chaise, sipping her fifth drink of the day as she lazily watched the scouts train. Goldfish Levi floated over, his fins twitching with irritation. “Mea,” he said sharply, “stop slacking and contribute for once.”

Mea looked at him over the rim of her glass, her magenta eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, Goldie, darling,” she purred. “You’re so adorable when you’re bossy.”

Goldfish Levi responded with a swift slap to the side of her head, sending her drink flying. “Enough,” he snapped. “Do something useful.”

Mea groaned dramatically, conjuring a new drink with a wave of her hand. “You’re no fun,” she muttered, but she floated toward the training grounds nonetheless, much to everyone’s relief.

Over time, even the most skeptical scouts had to admit that Goldfish Levi was invaluable. His efficiency rivaled—if not surpassed—that of his human counterpart, and his ability to multitask was nothing short of miraculous. From paperwork to strategy to keeping Mea in check, he handled it all with the same no-nonsense attitude they had come to expect from Levi.

“Honestly,” Connie whispered to Sasha one evening, “I think I like Goldfish Levi better than regular Levi.”

Sasha giggled but quickly stifled it as both Levis turned to glare at them simultaneously.

Despite the absurdity of his existence, Goldfish Levi had proven himself to be an integral part of the team, earning their respect one slap at a time. And though Levi would never admit it aloud, he was grudgingly impressed by his aquatic counterpart’s dedication and skill.

“Just don’t get any ideas about replacing me,” Levi muttered one day as he watched Goldfish Levi finalize a report.

Goldfish Levi didn’t even look up. “As if anyone could replace Levi Ackerman,” he replied. But the faint glint of amusement in his eyes suggested he knew exactly how irreplaceable he had become.

…

As the scouts wrapped up another long day of training. The air was filled with the quiet murmurs of exhaustion as they dispersed, some heading back to the barracks while others lingered on the training grounds. Eren stood off to the side, leaning against a wooden post as he watched the glow of the magenta barrier flicker faintly in the distance. His gaze drifted to Mea, who was reclining on her floating chaise with her usual drink in hand, and Goldfish Levi, hovering beside her with an exasperated look on his face.

Despite Goldfish Levi’s constant complaints and frequent slaps, it was obvious to anyone paying attention how much the two cared for each other. The way Goldfish Levi had come outside to check on Mea after Eren had asked about Jason wasn’t something that could be faked. He had been genuinely worried about her, and Eren couldn’t help but notice the sibling-like bond they shared. The two bickered constantly, but there was an underlying affection in the way they interacted.

Even now, as Goldfish Levi muttered something about Mea being "an insufferable drunk," there was no real venom in his words. Mea, for her part, rolled her eyes and waved him off, a playful smirk on her lips as she teased him in return. The dynamic was oddly heartwarming, though it baffled Eren how either of them managed to survive sharing a space every night. They clearly drove each other crazy, but it worked for them.

Eren’s thoughts were interrupted when he realized Mea had caught him staring. Her magenta eyes lit up mischievously, and before he could react, she floated off her chaise and made a beeline straight for him.

“Eren, darling,” she sang, her voice melodic as she hovered closer. Without any hesitation, she plopped herself into his lap, her magenta hair cascading around them like a curtain.

Eren stiffened, his body going rigid out of habit, but something had shifted in the past week. Ever since that night when he had apologized to Mea and she had given him advice, Eren’s perspective on her had begun to change. Beneath her whimsical, lazy exterior was someone who had lived through unimaginable pain and come out the other side with wisdom and strength. She was still a flirt, still an alcoholic, but she was more than just that.

“You’re tense,” Mea remarked, tilting her head to study him. “You know, darling, you should really learn to relax. Life’s too short for all that brooding.”

Eren let out a quiet sigh, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “I’m fine,” he said, his voice low but not unkind.

From across the training grounds, Mikasa’s sharp eyes locked onto the scene. Her frown deepened as she strode toward them, her protective instincts kicking in. “Mea,” Mikasa said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Get off of Eren.”

Mea didn’t move, instead looking at Mikasa with a mischievous smile as she leaned back against Eren’s chest. “Oh, relax, darling,” she purred. “He doesn’t mind. Do you, Eren?”

Mikasa opened her mouth to protest further, but she froze when Eren, much to everyone’s shock, spoke up. “It’s fine, Mikasa,” he said calmly. “I don’t mind.”

The rest of the scouts, who had been subtly watching from a distance, collectively froze. Mikasa’s expression was one of pure disbelief as she stared at Eren. “What?” she asked, her voice quieter but no less intense.

“I said it’s fine,” Eren repeated, his green eyes meeting Mikasa’s evenly. “She’s not hurting anyone.”

Mea couldn’t resist the opportunity. She turned to Mikasa with a childish grin, her magenta eyes sparkling with smug satisfaction. “See, darling?” she said sweetly, resting her chin on Eren’s shoulder. “Your handsome friend here doesn’t mind my company. Isn’t that right, Eren?”

Eren gave a faint huff, his cheeks reddening slightly, though he didn’t push her away. “Don’t push it,” he muttered, though there was no real heat in his voice.

Mikasa’s fists clenched at her sides, but she said nothing further, her jaw tightening as she turned and walked away. The rest of the scouts exchanged wide-eyed glances, unsure of how to process what they had just witnessed.

Jean leaned over to Connie, whispering, “Did Eren just… let her sit on him?”

Connie nodded, his expression equally baffled. “I think he did, and he actually seems okay with it this time. What the hell is happening?”

Meanwhile, Mea looked immensely pleased with herself. She leaned closer to Eren, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “You’re full of surprises, darling,” she said, her tone light but affectionate. “I like that about you.”

Eren shook his head, though the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed his flustered state. “You’re ridiculous he muttered, earning a soft laugh from Mea.

Eren couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of calm. Mea’s presence, chaotic as it was, had become something familiar—something grounding in its own bizarre way. And though he wouldn’t admit it aloud, he didn’t entirely mind having her around.

Her magenta hair shimmered under the fading sunlight, cascading over his arm like silk. For all her dramatics and whimsical behavior, she looked strangely serene, swirling the remnants of her drink in her gloved hand. It was then that something struck him—he had never seen her without those gloves.

The soft, delicate magenta fabric hugged her hands perfectly, extending just past her wrists. Even when she conjured her drinks, summoned her chaise, or wrote her glowing magical sigils in the air, the gloves were always there, a seamless part of her appearance. Eren’s curiosity, as always, got the better of him.

“Mea,” he began, his voice low but clear, “why do you always wear gloves? I’ve never seen you without them.”

Mea stilled, her drink hovering mid-air as her magenta eyes flicked up to meet his. There was a brief pause, and then she smiled—a small, knowing smile that carried a weight far beyond her usual playfulness. “Ah, darling,” she said softly, setting her drink aside. “That’s a very good question.”

Her fingers toyed with the edge of her glove as she leaned back slightly, tilting her head to study him. The scouts nearby, though pretending to mind their own business, had perked up at the question, their ears straining to catch her answer. Even Mikasa, despite her earlier irritation, stood within earshot, her sharp eyes flicking toward the pair.

“The gloves,” Mea began, her voice taking on a more thoughtful tone, “are not just a fashion statement, though I do think they’re quite fetching.” She chuckled lightly before her expression turned serious. “They’re a containment measure.”

Eren frowned, his green eyes narrowing. “Containment?”

Mea nodded, flexing her gloved fingers as if testing their strength. “You see, darling, I exude a… considerable amount of raw magic. It’s not something I can simply turn off. The gloves help keep it in check. Without them…” She paused, her gaze drifting as if remembering something. “Without them, even the smallest touch could trigger a spell.”

The scouts all exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of her words settling over them like a heavy cloud. Levi, who had been leaning against a nearby post with his arms crossed, straightened slightly, his steel-gray eyes narrowing. “What kind of spell?” he asked bluntly.

Mea turned her gaze to him, her smile faint but wry. “Oh, it could be something harmless, like temporarily changing your hair color,” she said with a shrug. “Or it could be… catastrophic.”

“How catastrophic?” Levi pressed, his tone sharp.

Mea’s eyes darkened, the playful spark in them dimming. “Imagine accidentally turning someone into a bloodthirsty dragon,” she said quietly. “Or ripping open a portal to another universe and letting… things through.”

Jean let out a nervous laugh, though it sounded more like a choked gasp. “You’re kidding, right?”

Mea glanced at him, her expression uncharacteristically serious. “Do I look like I’m kidding, darling?”

Jean quickly shut his mouth, his face paling as Sasha and Connie exchanged wide-eyed looks. Hange, of course, had already whipped out her notebook, furiously scribbling down every word Mea said.

“You’ve been alive for 4020 years,” Eren said, his voice cutting through the murmurs. “Does that mean you’ve been… collecting magic all this time?”

Mea tilted her head, her magenta hair spilling over her shoulder. “In a way,” she said. “Magic isn’t something you can hoard like treasure, but the longer you live, the more it builds up within you. It becomes a part of you, woven into your very essence. And after four millennia…” She gestured vaguely with her gloved hand. “Well, let’s just say there’s a lot to contain.”

Eren’s gaze dropped to her hands again, his mind racing. It was hard to imagine the sheer scale of power she was describing. He thought of the titans—their overwhelming strength, the destruction they could cause—and then tried to compare it to Mea’s magic. It was impossible to quantify, but something told him her power was on an entirely different level.

“Have you ever taken them off?” he asked.

Mea’s expression turned distant, her magenta eyes flickering with something unspoken. “Once,” she said softly. “A very long time ago. It didn’t end well.”

“What happened?” Sasha asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mea didn’t answer right away. She looked out toward the horizon, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Let’s just say it’s a mistake I won’t be repeating,” she said finally, her tone quiet but firm.

Goldfish Levi, who had been hovering nearby, floated closer, his fins twitching. “She’s downplaying it,” he said, his voice heavy with irritation. “She almost destroyed an entire country.”

The Scouts froze, their eyes darting between Mea and Goldfish Levi. “An entire… country?” Mikasa echoed, her voice laced with disbelief.

“It wasn’t entirely my fault,” Mea protested, though her tone lacked conviction. “It was a bad day.”

“A bad day that turned into a catastrophe,” Goldfish Levi snapped. “You were reckless.”

Mea sighed dramatically, waving him off. “Yes, yes, we’ve been over this, darling. The point is, I learned my lesson. The gloves stay on.”

Hange looked up from her notebook, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “But if the gloves keep your magic in check, does that mean you’re not using your full potential when you cast spells?”

“Correct,” Mea replied with a nod. “What you’ve seen so far—barriers, conjurations, little fireworks—is just the tip of the iceberg. If I let my full power loose…” She trailed off, her magenta eyes narrowing. “Well, let’s hope it never comes to that.”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words settling over everyone. Even Levi seemed momentarily at a loss for words, his sharp gaze fixed on Mea as if trying to gauge just how dangerous she truly was.

Eren, however, wasn’t afraid. If anything, his curiosity only grew. He met Mea’s gaze, his expression thoughtful. “So the gloves aren’t just for containment,” he said quietly. “They’re a choice.”

Mea smiled faintly, her magenta eyes softening. “A wise observation, darling,” she said. “Yes, they’re a choice. A reminder to myself to be careful, to think before I act. Because power, as you know, comes with responsibility.”

Eren nodded slowly, her words sinking in. Mea might have been whimsical and unpredictable, but beneath it all, she carried a profound understanding of her own strength—and its consequences. It was a lesson Eren was still learning, but for the first time, he felt like he was beginning to understand.

As Mea leaned back in his lap, swirling her drink with a lazy smile, the tension in the air seemed to ease. “Now,” she said with a teasing grin, “have I satisfied your curiosity, darling? Or shall I conjure up a demonstration for you?”

Eren smirked faintly, shaking his head. “You’ve said enough.”

Mea chuckled softly, lifting her glass in a mock toast. “Good. Now, relax, handsome. You’re far too serious for someone your age.”

With a lazy flick of her wrist, she conjured a second drink, this one glowing faintly with a golden hue, and handed it to Eren. “Here, darling,” she purred, her voice lilting with amusement.

Eren hesitated, his green eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the glass. “What’s in it?” he asked, suspicion creeping into his tone.

Mea chuckled, swirling her own drink as she leaned into him. “Oh, nothing sinister, I promise,” she teased. “Just a little something to help you unwind. No one ever accused me of poisoning my admirers.”

Before Eren could respond, Mikasa’s voice cut through the air, sharp and biting. “Maybe you should flirt with someone your own age,” she snapped, her dark eyes narrowing as she glared at Mea.

Mea froze for a beat, then threw her head back and laughed, the sound ringing out like bells in the stillness of the room. “Oh, Mikasa, you’re adorable,” she said, wiping a nonexistent tear from her eye. “I am my own age. I’m only 20.”

Goldfish Levi floated closer, his fins twitching as he muttered, “She’s been 20 for over 4000 years now.”

Jean bit his lip to keep from snickering, while Sasha elbowed Connie, who looked like he was about to burst.

Mea rolled her eyes dramatically, waving off Goldfish Levi’s comment. “Details, details,” she said with a playful smirk. “What do you want me to do? Flirt with someone’s grandpa? If I wanted an old fossil, I’d go after Levi.”

The scouts erupted into laughter, Jean outright doubling over while Connie slapped the table. Mikasa pressed her lips into a thin line, clearly unimpressed, while Levi glared daggers at Mea, his steel-gray eyes promising retribution.

“That’s enough,” Levi said coldly, his voice cutting through the laughter like a blade.

Mea didn’t seem fazed. If anything, his reaction only seemed to amuse her further. She leaned forward, resting her chin on Eren’s shoulder as she smirked at Levi. “Don’t look so serious, Levi darling,” she teased. “It was a compliment.”

Hange, ever the curious one, leaned closer, her notebook forgotten in her lap. “Mea,” she began, her tone thoughtful. “What’s it like being immortal? Do you ever wonder how you’d look if you aged?”

Mea tilted her head, her magenta eyes glinting with interest. “Oh, now that’s a good question,” she said, her voice carrying a note of genuine curiosity. “I have wondered, actually. And, being the resourceful sorceress that I am, I’ve used magic to find out.”

Hange’s eyes widened with excitement, and she leaned forward eagerly. “You’ve seen yourself aged? Can you show us?”

Mea grinned, her expression mischievous as she raised her hand. “Why not?” she said lightly. “Brace yourselves, darlings.”

With a theatrical wave of her hand, magenta sparks began to swirl around her, wrapping her form in a glowing cocoon of light. When the glow faded, the scouts gasped. Sitting on Eren’s lap was an elderly version of Mea, her hair now a faded pink-gray, her face lined with deep wrinkles. Her back was slightly hunched, and her once smooth hands now trembled slightly as she adjusted the shawl she had conjured around her shoulders.

“Well?” the aged Mea crooned, her voice now raspy but still carrying a hint of her signature flirtatiousness. “What do you think, darlings? Am I not the picture of grace and beauty?”

The group was dead silent for a moment before Jean burst out laughing again, unable to contain himself. Sasha hid her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with suppressed giggles. Connie, meanwhile, looked like he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or scream.

Eren, however, looked deeply uncomfortable. His green eyes darted anywhere but at Mea’s face, his expression a mix of disbelief and unease. “Okay, you’ve made your point,” he muttered, his voice tight. “You can change back now.”

Mea leaned closer to him, puckering her wrinkled lips as she made exaggerated kissy faces. “What’s the matter, darling?” she teased. “Am I not your type anymore?”

Eren recoiled slightly, his face flushing red as he held up his hands. “Mea, please, just change back!”

Mea threw her head back and cackled, the sound even more unsettling in her elderly form. “Oh, you’re too much fun, Eren,” she said, her voice wheezing slightly. With another wave of her hand, the magenta sparks swirled around her once more, restoring her youthful appearance in an instant.

“There,” she said, flipping her magenta hair over her shoulder as she settled back onto Eren’s lap. “Back to the flawless beauty you all adore.”

Eren exhaled in relief, slumping back against the chair. “That was… traumatizing,” he muttered, earning a fresh wave of laughter from the others.

Mea smirked, leaning closer to Eren as she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. “Oh, darling,” she said sweetly, “you mean it was invigorating!.”

Mikasa, standing off to the side with her arms crossed, glared at the scene, clearly unimpressed. Levi, meanwhile, shook his head, muttering under his breath. “You’re all idiots,” he said flatly, though the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his amusement.

Hange, ever the scholar, furiously jotted notes in her notebook, muttering to herself about the implications of magical aging and immortality. Despite the absurdity of the moment, the Scouts couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie—a brief reprieve from the looming weight of their mission. And in the center of it all, Mea basked in the attention, her magenta eyes sparkling with mischief and delight.

…

Levi stood leaning against the edge of a tree, his sharp gray eyes scanning the scene before him. The lively energy from Mea’s antics had spread, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, the scouts were laughing—genuinely laughing. His gaze landed on the source of the commotion: Mea, still perched comfortably on Eren’s lap as if it were her throne, her magenta hair shimmering under the warm light. She was laughing, carefree and melodious, clearly reveling in her ability to entertain and stir chaos.

But what caught Levi’s attention wasn’t Mea’s usual whimsical behavior—it was Eren.

The boy, who usually sat stone-faced, burdened by the weight of the world, was cracking a small smile. His green eyes, which were typically darkened by anger and resolve, had softened ever so slightly. It wasn’t much—a faint tug of his lips, the glint of amusement in his eyes—but to Levi, it was noticeable. It had been so long since he’d seen Eren like this, even for a moment.

As Levi continued to watch, he didn’t miss the subtle way Eren seemed to relax under Mea’s presence. The way he didn’t tense when she leaned against him, the way he didn’t shove her off his lap as he might have when she first arrived. Instead, Eren simply let her stay, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Levi’s brows furrowed slightly. That’s new, he thought, his expression tightening.

Mea’s laughter rang out again, and Eren responded with a soft chuckle, shaking his head at something she said. It wasn’t forced or guarded—it was genuine. Levi’s chest tightened at the sight. It was good to see Eren relax, to see some lightness in him for once, but there was also something else… something that concerned Levi deeply.

Mea wasn’t just some whimsical drunk who happened to float into their lives. She was dangerous. Not just because of her magic or her power, but because of what she represented—an unpredictable force that Levi couldn’t fully control or anticipate. And Eren? Eren was reckless. He was impulsive, prone to throwing himself into chaos if he thought it would serve his goals.

The thought of the two of them growing closer, of Mea’s influence over Eren becoming something more than harmless flirtation, sent a ripple of unease through Levi’s chest. He crossed his arms tightly, his eyes narrowing as he continued to observe them.

“Levi,” Hange’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. She appeared at his side, her ever-present notebook in hand. “You look like you’re plotting something. Care to share?”

Levi gave her a sidelong glance. “It’s nothing.”

Hange raised an eyebrow, following his gaze to Eren and Mea. The playful sorceress was now leaning closer to Eren, whispering something in his ear that made the boy’s cheeks redden slightly. Hange grinned. “Ah, I see. You’re watching those two.”

Levi didn’t respond, his jaw tightening.

“Interesting dynamic, isn’t it?” Hange mused, tilting her head thoughtfully. “Eren’s always so serious, and Mea… well, she’s Mea. But it’s almost like she’s bringing out a different side of him.”

“That’s what worries me,” Levi muttered under his breath.

Hange’s grin widened. “Oh, come on, Levi. Don’t be so cynical. It’s good for Eren to relax every now and then. And Mea? She’s harmless.”

Levi shot her a sharp look. “She’s not harmless,” he said coldly. “She’s unpredictable. And Eren? He’s reckless enough as it is. The last thing we need is him getting too comfortable with someone like her.”

Hange shrugged, though her expression remained thoughtful. “Maybe,” she conceded. “But maybe that’s exactly what he needs. Someone who doesn’t treat him like a ticking time bomb. Someone who can make him laugh.”

Levi didn’t respond, his gaze returning to the pair in question. Mea had conjured a small, glowing orb of magenta light, which she was now bouncing between her hands like a toy. Eren watched with faint amusement, his body relaxed as he leaned back slightly in his chair.

It was a strange sight—Eren, who carried the weight of Paradis on his shoulders, sitting there with the whimsical sorceress as though he had no cares in the world. Levi hated how natural it looked. How easy.

Mea caught Levi’s eye from across the room, her magenta gaze glinting with mischief. She smirked, tilting her head playfully as though daring him to come over. Levi’s frown deepened, and she laughed softly, turning her attention back to Eren.

“Eren, darling,” Mea purred, tossing the glowing orb into the air before catching it effortlessly. “You’re far too serious. Let me guess—you’re brooding about Marley again?”

Eren gave her a faint shrug, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Maybe.”

Mea tsked, shaking her head dramatically. “You need to learn to let things go, darling. You’ll give yourself wrinkles before you even hit 25.”

Eren smirked faintly, his green eyes meeting hers. “You’re one to talk. Aren’t you technically over 4000 years old?”

Mea gasped, placing a gloved hand over her chest as though mortally wounded. “How dare you bring up a lady’s age!” she exclaimed, though her teasing tone betrayed her mock outrage. “I’ll have you know I’m still a vibrant, youthful 20.”

Goldfish Levi, who had been floating nearby, let out a loud huff. “You better thank the heavens for magic you crazy old bat,” he muttered.

The Scouts nearby snickered, and even Eren couldn’t suppress a quiet chuckle. Mea, undeterred, waved her hand dismissively. “Shut up, Goldie,” she retorted. “The point is, I’m timeless.”

“You’re something else, Mea,” Eren said, though his tone was more amused than annoyed.

“And don’t you ever forget it, Handsome,” Mea countered, flashing him a dazzling smile.

Levi’s eyes narrowed further as he watched the interaction. This wasn’t just harmless flirting—Eren was actually engaging with her, allowing her to stay close, to tease him, to make him laugh. And while Levi couldn’t deny the benefit of Eren relaxing for once, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this growing bond could become a problem.

“I’ll be keeping an eye on her,” Levi muttered, more to himself than to Hange.

Hange glanced at him, her expression amused but knowing. “You always do,” she said simply before turning and walking away.

Levi remained where he was, his gaze never leaving Eren and Mea. Whatever this was between them, it was only beginning—and Levi wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a disaster waiting to happen.

~

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