#yes the mispelling is intentional

[itsamarlfox]

Realizing my jokes about being a shark won't land on any of you because my user is not, in fact, megaldon here

[boycottphil]

Thank you Mr. Hbbomber for providing me with entertaining for a whole day, and something to fall asleep to at night

[the-owl-tree]

the furry thing is also because i think super cute animal committing crimes is funny. yes it's not original but i'm having fun <3

meet kyanna bellweather! a former supervillain turned farmer, she's based on a boreray sheep :D

I LOVE UR FURRY/XENOFICTION IDEA SM. i always eat up political commentary on superheroes (i love the boys and i can appreciate some aspects of bnha) literally my guilty pleasure is superhero media LOL. if you ever set up that toyhouse id love to follow you and get to read up more about your ideas but no pressure ^.^ (also im so glad you decided to flesh out the post apocalyptic clowder story more, i love me a good cat story that breaks away from the warriors set up)

THANK YOU!!! while i never got into bnha for a whole host of reasons, the idea of the superhero as an occupation that you can train and school and yada yada yada has always been really interesting to me (i think that aspect is what drew ppl in after all!). While my little oc's focus more on the comedic/spectacular aspects of it, i do have a few ideas where it kind of hits on the pressures of the job. Eva and Ridley are mainly comedic in how i've drawn them but they do have some serious aspects as to why they've chosen the life they have.

also a big fan of superhero media.....but i'm also VERY picky on how it's handled. like a good generic hero story is fine, but i like a little different meat than that.

and aaahh thank you!! i've been doodling some refs for the clowder and the members of it, as well as some concepts for the monsters they'd face. i'd like to keep figuring out more for them, just a smaller scale story since they are cats.

[jackhasfallenx2]

//I just ignored the autocorrect until it gave up. Now I can write "rot" and it predicts rotomblr every single time. But yes, it is still a stubborn little algorithm that keeps "correcting" every word I write.

//well it also hated stuff like “yeag” which is just part of my normal vocabulary but i also use yeah which yknow. Yeag is a intentional mispelling of yeah.

//to me i just gave up and manually spell check.

[eukaryotesrool]

"13 Animal Facts That Ruin Disney Movies" Is Silly

The article I'm discussing

(Bit of an introduction, feel free to skip to the creamy center.)

These clickbaitey lists have always been a pet peeve of mine. Though I get a lot of amusement out of mocking them, so why not ramble to you, yes you and only you specifically.

Lets talk about the introduction for a sec

"From Timone and Pumbaa in The Lion King" (An excerpt from the article intro)

I'm sorry, WHO THE HELL IS "TIMONE"!? Oh boy oh boy, you know it's a good one when they mispell a character name already.

"Mushu in Mulan, these animals add humor and life to the films." (An excerpt from the article intro)

Are... are they implying Mushu the dragon is an animal? They never even try to give 'facts' about him, so it feels like mentioning him just defeats the point they're making about animal characters being neat. If they HAD to talk about Mulan, why not Cri-Kee the cricket?

"You won’t believe which beloved characters are actually based on real animals!" (An excerpt from the article intro)

Yeah, we'll see about that one chief.

I grew up on a good few of the movies mentioned, so I'll tell ya when my childhood starts crumbling, lets get into it.

(Bwhahahahahahaha, what a great start, and the image they chose! This has to be intentional)

Guys! G-guys! Come quick, Aladdin is ruined for me!!!

So, this is actually true and not presented facetiously. It seems like you can't really train them to stop, but like is this ruining the movie for y'all? I smell false advertising.

Also, I've seen some claims you CAN potty train them, so in the context of a Disney movie, mmm well consider my suspension of disbelief... unstretched.

(What the fuck bro?)

A good few of these fall into the genre of "If the characters acted like perfect little robots dancing along to whatever facts about their species I read: the movie would be SO different guys!1!!1!1!" I won't talk about a few of them, to avoid repeating myself.

If they were perfectly realistic, they wouldn't talk or think like humans (I'm refering to the anthropomorphized animals) even IF Marlin still has that instinct. That is the last egg he had with his beloved (and now dead) wife, and the other eggs are all destroyed, it is NOT any stretch of the imagination to assume he would raise this egg because of

1: his emotional attachment to it and

2: if he ate it, there goes his ONLY offspring, this would only really work if Nemo had siblings and/or we see other clownfish Marlin would be willing to mate with.

Anyway, a list of all the "wouldn't movie be so sad/scary/gross different if the characters didn't act in character?" Ones: 8 and 5

This is caused by boredom, Donald isn't bored, overcrowding (like in poorly managed farms, such as the ones that need beak trimming), or poor nutrition, Donald seems to have good enough nutrition

Also this essentially goes into what I was just talking about in the previous point, but frankly, most of them do.

(Sheesh Cracked, no need to talk to Simba like that, what'd he do to you?)

1: That doesn't ALWAYS happen (especially when the cub is also the fucking prince, you wad!). I watched a documentary (called 'Born in Africa' I believe, would recommend) and there was a lion cub debiliated by a broken back, but she was still being raised, not treated as gently as she should have been, but not abandoned. YET lionesses will sometimes abandon weak, injured, or malformed cubs and since exceptions NEVER happen that documentery is unrealistic, clearly.

2: I'm pretty sure the abandonment only happens while the cubs are very young and the lioness leaves the pride to raise them. That doesn't seem to happen in the Lion King, so we can assume the abandonment wouldn't happen.

3: He's the fucking prince, you wad! But sure, lets kill him because he doesn't have a sibling, not like he has the protection of the lion pride and the respect of the animals of the Pridelands. This is totally the same thing as wild lions real life.

(My poor heart can't take all this childhood-ruining!)

Ah yes, the other primary genre; the ones that are just plain silly, how could THIS ruin a movie?

Though I do wonder, why did they name him Flounder? Both in an in-canon and meta sense... huh.

Also, flounders are adorable!

(Fun fact: Because elephant metabolisms don't digest their food too well, their feces is full of nutrients which goes into the environment, through bugs, and plants, and such.)

This list is starting to feel more like "Thirteen weird and worrying facts about animal species which happen to show up in Disney movies"

Anyway, refer to the Flounder rebuttal.

I'm skipping number four because it comes down to what I've just said.

What? How does that even effect the movie? Are they saying the other rats being able to tell Remy's food isn't poison ruins the plot? THEY NEVER THOUGHT IT WAS POISON! They thought cooking food was frivolous.

Again, this is just listing animal facts which are maybe kinda tangientially related to Disney movies.

(Imagine the bottom text without the context of the image or top text...)

"Those wild clothes-wearing-mice are filthy, don't touch them!"

Specist, much?

Admitably I don't have the greatest counter to this one.

(What a coincidence, I've recently read/posted about meerkats)

Our friends at Cracked saved the best for last.

By insinuating Timon (Oh sorry) Timone is a mass murderer, did you not watch Lion King 1½!? Listen bud, you can misunderstand the word 'ruin', you can clickbait me, but I draw the line at failing to do the simplest research into the lore of the Lion King cinematic multiverse!

WE KNOW TIMONE'S BACKSTORY!

Okay, but maybe the writer denies the canonicity of everyone's favorite midquel, sure that's valid as hell.

But!

Female meerkats are the ones doing the killing, like male lions, they (mostly the dominant female) kill the offspring of other meerkats to try and give their genes a better chance of passing on.

So, are they insinuating Timone is not just a mass murderer, but also trans? You know what Cracked? You win, lets go with that! But I wouldn't say it ruins the Lion King for me.

Sigh BUT the theory claims he killed his meerkat friends, not newborns, so it doesn't correctly use the real life fact, I could accept Disney using a bit of creative-liscense, I could accept a fan theory using creative liscense (I'd eat the "Timone murderer and trans dude" theory up, if not for the midquel) but an article dedicated to talking about fictional characters following animals facts perfectly, gets no such privilege.

Outro

To clear: I bear no real ill will to the author of this article, it is a bad article, but at least it made me chuckle, and gave me something to rant about. Either way, I'm sure the writer is a perfectly decent person, good even!

And hey! They cited their sources, in some cases they seemed to not even read their own sources, but they cited them! And it is my belief that spreading knowledge an inherent good.

But they wrote a silly article, so I get to point and laugh, them's da rules.

[transhawks]

The one good representation that comes from BNHA is the fact we have so many excellent cancer men in it; Natsuo, Deku, Shinsou, and Mirio. Denki too! I think this is due to Horikoshi being a scorpio and scorpios love us. ♋❤️❤️

[jojo-autuer]

Well it's the holidays and I've decided to commemorate it by yelling into the void of the internet and share my eggnog recipe.

I've never written a recipe before, but I'm pretty certain your supposed to start with a novels worth of information on why the recipe in question reminds you about getting your head stuck in a fire escape on the second tuesday of a rainy morning sometime during 1993.

So now with that out of the way I'll proceed to list the ingredients. You could just go it the easy way. Head to the supermarket and buy some god dammed eggnog off the shelf. If your a loser. But we're not losers here. We're not winners, but we're not losers. Nah, we're making this stuff from scratch.

------------Ingredients---------------

- First you'll need 6 larg eggs. 12 Small eggs will also do. If you're some uppity type who doesn't think chicken eggs are good enough, then use an osteritch egg, and multiply all other ingredients by 20.

- 1 cup of sugar. Not steevia, splenda or any of that other crap. Pure white bleached sugar. Yeah sugar in the raw tastes better, but you don't want that grainy texture in your eggnog.

- 1 cup heavy whipping cream. NOT and I repeat NOT whipped Cream. Made that mistake the first time and I will not be responsible for what happens if you too make the same mistake.

- 2 cups of millk. Whole milk. Not 2%, not skim. and Goddess help me if you use a milk substitute like soy or nut milk, I will reach out of this digital hellscape and pour country style gravy down your pants.

If you want you can add more milk and cream, just keep the ratio 2:1 milk cream. And if you're feeling extra naughty, add in half a cup french vanilla coffee creamer. 2:1:.5 milk cream creamer.

- Also some extra sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg for garnish later.

- Alchohol, this isn't no virgin crap so next you're going to want to get Lady Bligh spiced rum. Why not captain morgan? Cause it's the lady pirates day, men move over, and she's cute.

- Lastly you got to chose, do you want peppermint or cinnamon? If the former, your wrong, but use two nips of peppermint scnaups. If you picked Cinamon, congratulations, you are a god among gods. Use a nip of fireball or three shots of jack daniels tennesse fire.

---------- Instructions---------

And here we go, what you are actually here for, the process of how to alchemise the best damn egg nog you'll ever drink.

First) Seperate the egg yolks from the whites, do not discard the whites. I know they suck and they've had too much time in power, but we need to use them later.

Step 2) Now mix the yolks and the sugar. It'll look like a gnarly bowl full of snot, but that's desirable.

Section C) you mix in the milk, and beat it, just beat it. Add in the cream and continue to beat it. I don't know the lyrics~

Chapter four) You're almost done. It should start looking like a pitcher full of ghost muccuss. Trust me it's going to be delicious. Add the rum. How much? Whole damn bottle, we aren't bitches here. If you are indeed a bitch, start with a cup of rum, then add more to taste...bitch.... just kidding I love you... bitch

Intermission) Hold on to your nip of Fireball, toss out your peppermint scnaups, and cover up your egg whites and referegirate everything.

Wait you still reading?) An hour before you are going to serve the egg nog, whip and fold the egg whites till they form stiff peaks, stiff like... Okay I'm not that immature... Here's where you can also add another few spoonfuls of sugar into the egg whites before whipping them.

Revelation of Jon the Apostle) Add the fireball to the eggnog, then add the whites on top, we don't have enough time to topple the bourgeoisie today. Sprinkle on some cinnamon and some nutmeg and you are gold baby. If you want, I also recommend you buy the rediwhip nitrobrew foam and add that to the top of every glass you pour. It's good. Also add that to all the coffee you brew. Hell just drink the entire bottle of that instead, that stuffs awesome.

Thesis) So yeah, there you go. Go make some eggnog, or don't. What do I care, I don't know you. Merry fricken holidays~

[tsigililimclean]

If you can't understand the very basic concept of coding in literature then you probably shouldn't read because I'm sorry but this is elementary, my dear Watson. Please go back to middle school English like holy SHIT dude. Anyways, Nico is disabled.

[headless-horsepossum]

I realize this is a tiny gripe but the incredibly limited number of same gender romance (specifically m/m) options in f//ire envlemb tres housies makes me so sad :( like. I REALLY like the blue lion house, I REALLY like the BOYS in that house! I really, really wish they were Romanceable As A Dude

And like..... I play girl pcs sometimes. But somehow the mixture of lack of choice, plus the very specific flavor of Extreme Femininity in f!byleth's design is just....... really really unpleasant for me personally. :(

Plus don't @ me but felicx fireemblem has extremely gay energy in all his support conversations so I guess at bottom I'm just sad he's gay for sylvein and not for me

[k-s-morgan]

Was Hannibal jealous when he found Will’s gift for Abigail in his bag? The one he got her out of anger. He also hinted if Christmas came early or late to see if Will had gotten him anything IMO. What are your thoughts? Hope you and your family are safe and doing okay. Sorry you’re having to deal with so much and I wish you all the love and best. xoxo, An Internet Stranger

Hey! Thank you so much for your lovely message <3 Fortunately, things are bearable for now, and I hope they stay this way.

I don’t think Hannibal was jealous when he saw Will’s gift for Abigail - on the contrary, I think he was thrilled. It was his plan to push Will and Abigail closer, to facilitate his own bonding with Will through her. Hannibal was the one to start drawing Will's attention to Abigail - before him, Will wasn't particularly interested in the idea of seeing her as something more than a girl he wronged. Hannibal indicated how Abigail is now his and Will's surrogate daughter in E2, and Will was obviously startled by this. In E4, he mentioned a family: Will immediately started talking about dogs and Hannibal corrected him and forced him to think about Abigail instead.

Here, Hannibal is following the same pattern. 

Hannibal: Teaching her how to fish. Her father taught her how to hunt ... Feeling paternal, Will?

Will snaps at him defensively.

Will: Aren’t you?

Hannibal: Yes.

So Hannibal continues to push his Murder Family plan, and Will having paternal feelings for Abigail falls right into it. 

I do agree that Hannibal would have loved to get a gift from Will, too. Though he sort of does when Will brings him that wine :D I have an ask about it in my inbox, so I’ll cover it a bit more later.

Funnily, in the script to this episode, there is a deleted scene. 

Hannibal: You bare gifts when you’re angry?

Will: Better gifts than teeth.

I think the mispelling is intentional for the context. Meanwhile, Hannibal is probably thinking wistfully, “But I would so love for you to bare your teeth, Will, and to let me see it.”  :D 

[thestarsanctuary]

HOW BNHA CHARACTERS SHOW LOVE!

MIDORIYA

Midoriya shows his love for you with words as in writing. He’s always been on the shier side when it comes to public affection because he feels like he isn’t good with it, and so he opts to write you letters and leave them on your desk, or giving you little sticky notes with encouraging words on them. Once you’re in a more private space he’ll definitely choose to tell you how much he loves you and appreciates you himself.”

Sweetheart, I just want to say you’ve been working so hard lately, and I’m so proud for how much you’ve improved!

- Deku ♡︎

BAKUGO

Bakugo’s way of showing you affection is simply with gifts. He can’t find it in him to be like other couples and borderline cuddle you in class so he decides he’ll take on the financial status in the relationship. He pays whenever you go to get food or whenever you say you really want something, he’ll go and get it. Not silently of course, he’ll make a small fus but in the end he’ll go. No matter what he says, he’s definitely whipped for you.

“HEY! EXTRA! DO YOU STILL WANT YOUR USUAL FROM THE CAFE?”

“Oh yes, will you come with me ‘Tsuki?”

“You idiot I’m getting it for you, get back to the dorms.”

“Oh okay! Love you Katsuki~”

“.....love you too.” And that he does.

SHOTO

Shoto’s way of showing his love is affection. He’s seen the way relationships can be first hand, and he never wants you to shy away from him and maybe even leave him. So he’ll be with you all the time, he’ll be putting his head in the crook of your neck or just standing with his arm around you, anything to just touch you. He knows he can be clingy sometimes so he tries to leave you alone when you’re studying or doing work but he just can’t help himself, he loves you!

“Baby, is there a reason you won’t let me go right now?”

“If I don’t have to why should I? I want to be around you all the time because you make everything....better”

MONOMA

Monoma in the same fashion as Todoroki uses two things to show his love, and that is affection and words. Monoma will constantly follow you around and hold your hand, or simply trail really close to you enough to brush arms or something of that sort. No matter the situation Monoma needs some sort of contact. And when he can’t get it, he chooses the other route. Which is to praise you aggressively. It’s almost in his blood that him and class 1-B are the best, but you, you are much more than that. You radiate this energy that Monoma can’t get enough of, and the whole world needs to know how amazing you are.

“Did you all see my baby lift that car?! WOW, you’re quirk darling, is the best! Maybe not better than mine, but oh so good sweets!”

“Monoma please quiet down we’re in class”

URARAKA

Ochako is usually showing love with everything she possibly can use. She’s not shy because she knows how amazing you are and refuses to hide that in any way. So she encourages you everyday, writes you lengthy letters on special days, and hugs you tight with no intentions on loosening her grip. She’ll go get anything you ask of her, do any task you don’t want to do, all to show that she would do anything to please her s/o. That’s just how it simply is with her, no denying it.

“Uhh baby, did you want me to take over your chores for the day? You seem so tired!”

“No sweetheart I’m nust fine, you go rest okay?”

“....No I’m doing it anyways.”

“OCHAKO!”

JIROU

Jirou has never really encountered love. She’s dreamed of it for so long and now that she really has it, she’s basically clueless. She has tried every method possible to see which one you like and realized you like the mundane things. You liked it when she would buy a hoodie in your size and spray it with her perfume, or when she would buy snacks and you would have a night to yourselves with Jirou’s playlist playing for the thousandth time, while you both belt out the lyrics with ease from the amount of times you’ve heard it.

“Jirou are we on for movie night tonight?!”

“Obviously, it’s Friday! Come on baby let’s go buy snacks!”

Okay! Hi! I didn’t say this last time but I literally just kind of make stuff up so if you guys want some headcannons you can dm me and I’ll do them! I don’t really mind lol. I also really appreciate the love on my last post, I posted it at like- 4am so there wasn’t any expectations for such a big turnout! Like- 200 is a big number y’all. As usual tell me if there are any mispellings! Anyways yeah, I hope you enjoyed these headcannons. And with Jirou I said she buys you a hoodie because Jirou is on the shorter side, and not every is on the skinnier and shorter side, so it is simply easier to branch out for everybody! It’s no skin off my nose so yeah, if you found that weird that’s why, people never rly include plus size people so I realize how upsetting that can be, and as a black girl I encounter that disappointment of disinclusion everyday, so I understand. Okay, I’m ranting sorry- bye!

[valiant-if]

Hello, really looking forward to the game! The premise sounds very interesting. Tho I wanted to note that if you want to follow proper Russian naming conventions with Yulia then her surname should be Kazansteva as all feminine surname variations have "a" at the end. Also I don't know if its intentional so feel free to ignore it but I wonder if its a misspelling of a very popular surname Kazantsev(a) Казанцев(а)

Oh! I was unaware of that naming convention, thank you very much for educating me on that!

I actually picked Yulia's name as a sort of reference to science fiction writer Alexander Kazantsev and yes, I absolutely mispelled it, so thank you for pointing that out as well!

This is not the first time I have blundered with naming conventions. I always try to do research, but sometimes I make mistakes anyway! I really appreciate you taking the time to send this message and inform me of both of those points. I will be updating the intro post right now.

Thanks again! 😊

[deberiaestarescribiendo]

The Lost Children #Writer Wednesday Din Djarin Modern Day Bounty Hunter x f!reader

For #Writer Wednesday created by the amazing @autumnleaves1991-blog and tagging @clydesducktape (thanks a lot for the hard work of compiling everything each week)

Summary: This a part 2 of a fic I wrote a few months another Wednesday, read it here. After you scape with Din and your child, you try to find a life again even if that means he has to leave you.

Warnings: Language, talking about neglecting children or abandoned kids, guns. This is fluff with angst and Din being a softie but a dumbass expressing feelings

A/N: I'm super tired, so be ready to find many grammar and mispellings I didn't have the time to really read it through.

The lost children

For a bit, that’s what he said, what he promised until you’re safe and settled.

“So you can keep your little kid in the babycare with the rest of the kids while you’re working. One of the cabins to the right of the front office we’ll be entirely yours. We only ask that you keep clean and in a good state”

“Of course” you’re shining, happy and excited

“You heard that Greg, we’ll have a place on our own” your arms hold the baby tightly, rocking him softly until he giggles. When you turn to Din, he can see your eyes glowing, kissing little Greg’s head, you whisper thank you

Thanking him? what for? He just pointed out that small, almost entirely ripped from the wall, announcement of a local hotel in the middle of the woods that looked for personnel willing to work and live in the resort when they were stopping at a gas station.

It is a perfect place to hide and live a peaceful life and let a baby grow up in the middle of nature. Greg and you could be happy. So why is he thinking that he should make up some excuse so you don't stay, so you don’t leave him. He should be selfish and grab your hand and run away again like you’ve been doing for weeks now, but that’s not life for a baby, and you deserve it, leave the past behind. And him, even if he doesn’t want to admit, it’s part of your past of that runaway woman that commited many mistakes.

But Din’s a bounty hunter, his life on the road, from one job to the next would only make you unhappy, and at the end, you would hate him; and that’s it’s not an option.

Nothing has made Din happier than seeing you smile at him, the little comments here and there you tell him praising him and thanking him one, twice, a thousand times for helping you, the way the baby caresses his face with his small hand and those big eyes looking at him intently until he smiles with only those two little teeth. The way you look perfect, almost like a Madonna from the Renaissance, when the street lights hit your face while he’s driving and you hold your baby against your chest, both of you sleeping in the car.

Would you think he’s a creep for staring? There’s a warmth that grows inside him when he stares at you and baby Greg. A warmth he doesn’t want to let go. He cannot offer you a good life and Din doesn’t want to force you to live like he does, just because he’s so selfish to let you go.

“So what do you think?”

The manager leaves them to think about the offert. And Din balances his big body from one of his legs to the other, hands on his hips, he sighs

“I think”

I think you should be with me

I think I should protect you

I think I should protect Greg

I think I want to be with you, the both of you, forever

I think I love you

But he doesn’t say it

“I think you should take it. It is a good place for a kid”

You frown, even baby Greg looks at him puzzled from the crook of his mother’s neck

“Yes, it seems great, quiet...And I like that Greg could be with other kids. But what about you?”

Your eyes look big, pleading, there’s a question, a petion in them but you don’t say it with words so maybe Din is imagining it, he wants so bad that you will stay with him that maybe he’s making that up

“I will go and…”

And miss you

And miss Greg

And be alone again

“Start the business again somewhere else” he shrugs, and he sees the light flicking in your eyes, the idea in your head being shattered, you’ll never ask the question and he will never answer.

“But you can stay a few days, right? Rest, eat properly for once and repair the car”

“I don’t know…”

What would hurt more? leaving already or prolonging it?

“I don’t want to be this direct, Clint...” he likes that you keep using that nickname you gave him when you’re in public. You only use his real name when you’re alone. Making it even more special, it’s intimate, more anything he has ever felt.

“but you need a shower. And I do too and this stinky baby” you bury your nose on little Gregs neck and it makes him laugh out loud that angelic and sweet giggle hits him hard and before he even knows it, Din is nodding

“A few days won’t hurt”

It’s surprising how they fall easily in a routine. How they seem to find a perfect way around each other, a perfect model like the stars and planets always circling around each other and never colliding. You, dancing softly in the kitchen humming while you stir the soup, baby Greg chasing his little frog while Din holds his back so he doesn’t lose his balance

“Hey, you want this?” Din smiles fondly to the baby and with his long arm places the soft toy far away from him “C’mon like before “ his big hands on his side while the babe excitedly starts crawling towards his frog

“Hey! look! he’s getting faster!”

You smile at them, that big and serious man has the proudest smile, so bright and pure watching your baby grow before his eyes.

It’s been almost a week and he’s still repairing the car, or so he says. The manager hasn’t asked any questions and just assumed they are a family. And you must accept that you do look like one, a broken and weird one, but more than anything you have ever experienced.

And you wish he stayed forever that he could be a father to Greg, he certainly acts the part.

“Dinner is ready.”

The scent of the pines, the bugs chirping and the soft crackle of the fire is the perfect lullaby. Your baby has taken the habit of falling asleep against Din’s wide shoulder while the three of them enjoy the small porch outside the cabin.

“I think the car is ready”

The words you fear the most float in the air and you’re almost tempted to ignore them

“Hmm” you don’t face him yet, just look at the trees and try to swallow the pain “And where will you go?”

“Don’t know yet”

“How will I contact you?”

“I…”

“Do I have to search on Craigslist? Some old codewords in the newspaper? How do you even find a bounty hunter?” you’re laughing, but it really doesn’t hide the pain in your tone

“I have a phone” Din rolls his eyes at you but he’s amused, surprisingly he’s smiling more since you met him, he’s not that stern or cold as you pictured him when he caught you

“That would have come in handy when we were lost in the desert”

“I mean a fixed one”

“You have a house then?” you turn to him, lowering your voice midsentence as you see your son sleeping peacefully on Din’s arms

“Sort of”

“I will need you to expand that a little bit more Din”

Din in the quiet of the night, the moon, the stars and the fire illuminating your face he admires you pronounce it: The tip of your tongue showing softly between your teeth and he wishes to see you repeat it one, twice a thousand times.

“My family, my...it’s difficult to explain, anyway, it’s my safeplace, where I go to rest, I get the information for my next jobs, etc”

“Oh...okay, so I call you there?”

“Yeah you could, and write if you want” he offers with pleasing eyes

“Penpals, great” you answer and it sounds more sarcastic that you intended

“You could send me pictures of Greg”

Din lowers his eyes to the soft crown of the baby, that soft place on his head where he smells so sweet and tender. He can believe that he’s going and there will be no nights like this.

“I will do”

Your eyes get teary watching him softly kiss you babe, carrying to his crib whispering sweet words so he doesn’t wake up.

“So I’ve packed many water bottles, and those protein bars in case you get yourself lost in the desert again, cowboy. Sadly you won’t have my unparalleled company” you joke tapping him on his arm

“No, I won’t” Din forces a smile “I...Take care” he awkwardly squeezes your forearm

“You too-Shit!” you scream slapping your forehead “The sandwiches! I knew I forgot something. I made you something for lunch. I’ll be right back”

You press little Greg to Din’s arms before running away leaving them with wide eyes and a confused look

“Take care of you mother, kid, sometimes she can be a lot to handle”

“Hi, Ken” you say breathly as you storm inside the reception and get inside the staff meeting room.

“Hi! Has your boyfriend left already?” He asks while writing something on his agenda

“Not yet” you say looking for the lunch bag you had prepared inside the fridge. You hand stops midway when you heard her voice

It is horrible, we have not consolation, our baby has been kidnapped and we have no information

Her fake cries fill the room, some national tv is making a report on the kidnapping of little Greg. The tragic zoom at her face fades away when they show a picture of your baby.

“Fuck…” you mutter

I need him back. He’s my baby

“He’s not your baby, you bitch” you spat under your breath

“What did you say, hun, you need something” Ken raises his eyes to you, one eyebrow arched, he follows your eyes to the TV

“That baby looks exactly…” and then you know

You grab your sandwich bag and strom out as you did before. Din is holding Greg on his hip while he finishes loading the trunk with his bags

“We’re out of here”

You cry when you reach to him, pushing him away, you close the trunk door

“Wait what happened?”

“No time, let’s go”

How has this man trusted you so much as to run away with you? For all he knows you could actually be a kidnapper, that story about leaving your son with someone you trusted and that eventually you discovered that they were assholes could be fake. But he doesn’t. He runs away, drives and drives without asking a question.

“She had the guts to say it was his son, he isn’t. She barely had it for a few months until I could settle my life. And then she asked me for a crazy amount of money because children are expensive you know I fucking payed for a a new pool in her stupid house, while my son was always dressed in old clothes, too big or too small. They didn’t care for him”

And on top of trusting you, he lets you rant away all you anger

“There’s no way I’m giving him back. I rather die!”

He stops the car, the road again is silent, dressed in the colors of the sunset

“Calm down, you’re scaring him” Greg looks at you with trembling lips not knowing why he should be scared or angry, he just knows that his mama is upset “He will stay with you, I promise”

“The police must be searching for us” your warm tears cloud your eyes

“They won’t find us where we are going”

He ditches the car somewhere and you see him burning it. He carries the big bag on his back and hands you water and snacks from time to time.

“Just a few miles more”

The red stone looks like some ethereal cathedral around you, a palace in the middle of nowhere almost like another world, magical and eerie. If there’re marks or signs you don’t see them, but Din walks among the rock so sure of his steps searching among the labyrinth of rocks. And suddenly…

You hear the soft clicks of many guns' trigger locks going off at the same time. But Din softly whistles some tune and from all over: up the rocks, between them, children come out. Kids, all different from one another, some really young, others tall and weirdly looking teenagers in that mixed age where they are not a child nor an adult and others already grown to be young adults.

“Din” a curly haired girl dressed with camouflage clothes runs towards him with open arms, she has a crooked smile as she has lost some of her front teeth

“Hey, gumball!” Din bents down when she hugs him, her sweet face pressed against his belly

“Who are they?” a boy, holding a shotgun to his side, his face full of red dots, frowns at you

“They’re friends who need help” Din explains raising one of his arms trying to calm down the group

“Are they lost too?” Gumball asks

“Yes” Din nods

“But she’s a mum” some kid screams from above

“Mums can be lost too. C’mon, we’ve been walking for hours, can we go home?” he answers

“Of course, let’s go. Boba will be happy to see you” Gumball grabs Din’s hand and smile widely jumping happily through the stone corridors

“Wait, Din, what the fuck? who the fuck is Boba? What are these kids doing here?”

Gumball fires a concerned look at you

“She said two bad words”

“Gonna let it pass, Gum, she’s a bit scared and tired” Din smirks your way and you question in silent muttering the fuck again and again

“I see you pronouncing it, you know?” Gumball rolls her eyes “No bad words or you pay the price”

“Yes, understood, sorry” you close your lips hard trying not to ask more questions until you arrive home or whatever that is.

After a few minutes of turning left right, left right, right left you’re completely lost until the stone towers open up a way to a plain and on it, a ranch.

Some horses roam around nibbling on the pale green grass that grows on the land. A house on the centre is painted white but the paint looks old and chipped.

Now in the clear you count the children that surround you, ten, ten kids in the middle of nowhere.

“Welcome to the Watch” Din smiles at you, he almost look shy and earning a upset look from Gumball, he releases her hand and holds you with his big palm on your back

“What is this place, Din?”

“Home” he simply answers

The kids run through the porch screaming and opening without a care the door to the house

“Yeah, I heard you, little heathens” a masculine voice screams from the interior

His hard steps clack on the ground and you hear the spurs before you see him arriving with his leather boots, his used jeans and a low cowboy hat covering him from the sun

“I thought something must have happened to you” he says, evaluating Din. His tanned face is covered by a long and twisted scar from his lip to his forehead, he has dark eyes like Din but colder in a way, very deep and when they fall into you, you hug your baby tightly without thinking it

“I see” he says “C’mon on in, that baby can’t stay too long in the sun”

The house is nice, surprisingly tidy given the fact that there are ten kids living in it. The furniture looks like the exhibit of an old auction house, each one of them completely different of style, color or age from the other.

The man that everyone call Boba gives some orders to the group and they efficiently start doing what he asks

“Prepare a room for our guests”

“Bring water and food”

“Prepare some fresh fruit for the baby”

You sit, little Greg with eyes wide open. As any baby he’s absorbed by all the children around him, and he reaches with his little hands trying to grab them

“Little fella wants to play, you can leave him on the rug if he wants to”

“He’s fine here, thanks” you say holding him although Greg is already removing your hands from him wanting to explore

“Boba, we have nowhere to go” Din explains sipping on his cold water

“I guess, you have never brought anybody here” He reclines himself on his rocking chair watching Din intenly

“We need to protect them for a while, until we can find a solution”

“You’ll be safe here, you know that, you can stay as long as you want, just respect the house rules” and he points to a wood board, engraved in them are a few rules

Be respectful of yourself and others

I finish my tasks as promised, ask for help if I can’t

I will not curse

Be clean of yourself and your environment

Protect your family and your house above all

“They seem...pretty logical, won’t be a problem to follow them” you smile uncomfortably

“Well, somebody said you have a potty mouth, young lady. So watch it, but for the moment, you may rest, we will see for the rest tomorrow” He sighs when he gets up and taps on Din’s shoulder before he goes to the kitchen

“Let’s make dinner” you hear him scream, before the rumbling of pans and chopping and children screaming start

“Din…” you say after a moment

“I know you have a million questions”

“Duh!” you laugh nervously

“This is my family, we’re not related by blood but by circumstances. Lost kids, abandoned, neglected; we have a safe place here and in time we go out in the world and make our own life but we always have the Watch over us. A place where we’re watched over, taken care of, listened…” his caramel eyes glow and you see his strong and stern facade crumble before your eyes, in this place he can relax. He feels safe so you can too, right?

“We’ll be fine here” He reaches for you hand, the one that holds little Greg caressing him with your thumb, and covers both of you squeezing softly

We, it’s the second time he has referred to you as a group, you and me and Greg, We.

“We’ll be fine” You smile back, lowering your face, you kiss his knuckles, leaving a warmth there Din will be holding for hours.

You don’t notice, but the whole time during dinner he passes his thumb over that small place of his skin where you kissed him.

(Hey! remember when you read that fic in May? I continued it...so sorry that it took so long, I've taken the liberty of tagging you since you were interested in a follow up from the first one @fangirlalexia @childrenofthewatch )

[voidwinged]

so uh, some boredom in class led to some reading of genesis (the first few parts, at least) and i got some thoughts...!

holy shit.

i’ve long wondered what role lucilius could play in the biblical narrative, as each being in wmtsb has so far had some connection to their holy themes and roles, an example being lucifer, who, although stated by FKHR to not be tied to the lucifer from classical literature, could easily be taken in a similar vein, with his disobedience to “god” (lucilius) and “rebelling” ultimately leading to his “fall” (dying but still having traces of life, making him stuck in purgatory [for now?]). 

lucilius was a bit more tricky for me to figure out (this post in particular was a real eye-opener, but it still didn’t feel like...enough?), so i figured i could do some reading of my own.

in any case, i found there to be a lot of similarities with lucilius and eve of all people (not to mention lucio with adam to boot), and it really surprised me! here are a few connections i made:

curse

“...in pain thou shalt bring forth children...”

“And the man called his wife's name Eve; because she was the mother of all living. “

the punishment to adam and eve for disobeying the will of god, for having knowledge of good and evil.

lucilius created the first primal beasts, providing a new source of life to prosper over their selected purpose for years to come; some were weapons, some were guides, some were creators, but they all came from lucilius in the end.

“...and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.”

feeling something missing from himself, lucilius created lucifer - who inadvertently had the same role as lucio - to fill in the gap, his desire to his own self, his clone. this does not work, as both lucifer and lucio end up ultimately defeating (ruling) him alongside the crew.

omnipotent

genesis 1-11 is referred to as primeval history.

lyria refers to bahamut as the “primeval dragon” anytime he is summoned, and she mentions the drawing of the figure in the creation myth to be familiar. 

lucio refers to vyrn as -dono, a very ancient and formal way of calling someone “lord” or “master”.

“...formed man of the dust of the ground.

“...for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.”

the first creation; lucio? could be connected to his skill and buff, “out of the ashes” and “crown of ashes”, but it could just be a general metaphor to a phoenix in its immortality.

eden

“...planted a garden eastward, in Eden; and there He put the man whom He had formed.”

the name of lucio’s recruitment weapon. in more fancy terms, the harbinger of his joining, his birth.

“...took the man, and put him into the garden of Eden to dress it and to keep it.”

the omnipotent crafting lucio to oversee and guide life as a whole. coincidentally the near-same purpose lucilius crafted lucifer with.

ribs

“...took one of his ribs, and closed up the place with flesh instead thereof.”

lucio created lucilius in his image to serve the omnipotent and guide the world of the astrals, an exact piece of him. also happens to be the place where lucifer was first stabbed before his demise. 

apples

“...in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as God, knowing good and evil.”

the infamous forbidden fruit of knowledge, eve was the first to partake in it and thus learned of the truth. 

although adam was guilty of this too, i don’t believe it could fit lucio in this case, considering he’s very stalwart in his belief to the omnipotent and almost oblivious, if not ignorant, of lucilius’ viewpoints.

vyrn loves apples.

figs

“...and they sewed fig-leaves together, and made themselves girdles.”

the name of one of lucilius’ attacks. it grants him defense.

dislikes

a bit more on the nose, but lucio’s dislikes have been stated to be snakes and apples, the very things that came to bring about the casting away of adam and eve - the fall of man.

an extra point that doesn’t relate to the story of adam and eve, but i also thought of while shifting back and forth sources:

axion

“I will teach you about the discrepancy in our strengths.”

the name of one of lucilius’ attacks. refers to a hypothetical particle in physics. i don’t know. science i guess

a possible mispelling (or double meaning [intentional? unintentional?]) of axiom: “a statement that is taken to be true, to serve as a premise or starting point for further reasoning and arguments.”

inflicts blinded, as if to say mc and the crew are blind to his ways, his truth.

and that’s about it! what do y’all think? it was really enjoyable seeing all these pieces come together, and while i may have reached a bit for some of them, i still find them rater probable. whether on purpose or not, it just really goes to show the amount of time and research cygames gave these events, and i LOVE them for that. 

i’m about as cynical for religion as our boy lucilius here, but this really interested me for most of today, and it’s given me some inspiration to finally give the “paradise lost” poem a read sometime. just goes to show what happens when you give things a try!

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