#either that or i'll make him watch more owl house

[yardsards]

anyway i made my friend watch books 1 and 2 of infinity train with me yesterday so needless to say, my infinity train brainrot (trainrot?) is back

[kitkat-the-muffin]

Tis a niche of its own

Sorry there is only two female characters, I kinda pulled these off the top of my head and probably missed a ton of other candidates. Reblog with an addition if you have one!

Edit: I forgot to make this poll a week long! Once this poll ends I'll remake it with new additions depending on the results (the characters with the fewest results will be replaced with suggested characters from the notes so be sure to suggest some!) in the meantime tho plz reblog to increase sample size

This follows my own definition of what "Comic Relief" means: A character that is used as a conduit for comedy in a piece of media

Through character studies I have determined that there are 5 types of comic relief: the Character Relief, the Audience Relief, the Tone Shifter, the Butt of the Joke, and the Slapstick. Characters that identify as "Comic Relief" usually fall into one or more of these categories

Further explanation under the cut

The Character Relief refers to a character who actively makes jokes to be funny in-universe through conscious humor. Examples from this poll would be Sans and Rayla, who go out of their way to make their friends laugh

The Audience Relief refers to a character who makes the audience laugh regardless of their impact on the story. Examples from this poll would be Lapis and Gus, who are often involved in comedic bits meant for audience entertainment that aren't acknowledged by the narrative as anything unprecedented

The Tone Shifter refers to a character who makes jokes to relieve tension and shift the tone of a scene, either consciously or unconsciously. Examples from this poll would be Jay and Leo, as they both consciously make jokes about grim situations to help their friends or family feel better. Additionally, Jay would do this unconsciously before his trauma made him start doing it on purpose

The Butt of the Joke refers to a character who is made fun of by other characters in-universe, whether endearingly or not. Examples from this poll would be Dewey and Lance, who are often met with insults whenever they do something wrong or silly. The insults are usually meant to be endearing and comedic, but they can still feed into the character's possible inferiority complex. This also applies whenever a villain hits them with a sick burn*

The Slapstick refers to a character who is made fun of by the narrative and the audience like a punching bag. Examples from this poll would be Sokka and Yusuke, who are sometimes put in troubling and awkward situations as a gag for the audience's entertainment alone. These gags are not fun for the characters yet delightful to watch

Most comic relief characters can be characterized as multiples of these. For example, Jar-Jar from Star Wars is both Slapstick and Audience Relief, and even if you don't find his jokes funny that doesn't change the fact that they were written with your entertainment in mind

If you're curious how a "The Narrative's Favorite (derogatory)" character would fit into this chart, they're likely both a Butt of the Joke and a Slapstick character, making their life absolute hell. To be honest, MK from Monkie Kid is an example of a character who fits all 5 categories, but he isn't blue so he isn't in this poll

*Ok if you've ever seen Phineas and Ferb Mission Marvel let me just say MODOK is a total Butt of the Joke and my favorite line in that special is when a TV announcer calls him a "Giant Chicken Egg with a Face" and I just had to mention that omg

[thetorturedpoetsintern]

The longest summer in our life

Note: This was inspired by a tiktok @alwayssevvy sent me and it has themes from Gone With The Wind, hence the gif. I hope you'll enjoy my first Severus x reader oneshot 💜

Warnings: To avoid spoilers I'll only tell you one thing: TISSUES

It has been more than four months since you last saw him. He dropped you off to a secluded house in the middle of nowhere, warded every single corner of it and then disapparated as soon as he could detangle himself from your hands and lips. He didn’t even see your first tear starting to roll slowly down your face. You understood the urgency of it, the importance of your safety for him. You wouldn’t forget yourself though for not telling him while you still had the chance to about the small life growing inside of you. But you couldn’t actually bring yourself to it, to burden him even more than he already was.

That was in late April. It is September now. You’ve heard of what happened at Hogwarts and your heart broke into a million pieces at the news of Nagini’s attack on Severus. If it wasn’t for the hope of seeing his baby, a miniature him, running in the backyard of your fortress he made for your safety, you would have fled from it and tried to find him at any cost. Merlin only knows it took all the effort you could gather to make your mind into staying where he left you.

May and June were chaotic months. Uncaught Death Eaters kept causing trouble whenever they could, their attacks without any reasoning, just for their pleasure. Every newspaper and magazine had a page dedicated to the victims of the war. Dead wizards and witches who were only now found or who passed away recently in the last surge of the remaining Death Eaters’ attacks. Though his name never appeared  there, no matter how much you checked and double checked that last page. You couldn’t get your mind over what that actually meant. 

Is he dead? Harry’s declaration suggests just that. And if he’s dead then why didn’t they find his body? Is there a body left to be found? Did Voldemort hide his body? Did the other Death Eaters maim him beyond any recognition? Or is he alive? But if he’s alive why isn’t he coming to you? If he were to be alive he wouldn’t leave you without a clue of his survival. He’d send you an owl or someone will come to you to tell you he’s fine. Or even he’ll come and drag you out of the dark place your mind kept swimming to.

No owl arrived, no person to give you the news of his death or survival, no trace of him either. You were in a limbo. Waking up, checking the daily newspapers, spiraling again at the absence of his name on the last page, getting out of this state thinking of your unborn child, rinse, repeat.

August was the month where the Ministry of Magic declared the wizarding world safe once again. You couldn’t be happy about it. Instead you chose to resent it. Because if the world was declared safe, there will be no special page with the dead, no search for the still missing persons in the war, not a chance to find out what happened to Severus. It was selfish, you hated yourself for pouring your acid words on innocent people.

You took off the wards on the home Severus took you merely three months ago and for the first time since he left you there, you started making it your home. It was clear by now he wasn’t coming back, but your baby needed a place to call home.

The pregnancy started to show a little and you hated the pitiful looks on others eyes when they saw you. Like you were some poor helpless widow unlucky enough to have no one helping her during times like this. So you took on wearing dresses. The larger and flowier the better. As long as it hid your growing bump it was good. 

Another habit you developed was sitting each afternoon in a chair by the porch in front of the house, sometimes a long time into the night, watching the road ending somewhere beyond the horizon. Sometimes reading, sometimes just sipping your tea, or even talking by yourself and caressing your growing belly. It was a fruitful activity. You invited any witch or wizard who happened to pass by for a cup of tea and interrogated them about the war. There weren’t many, there were actually more weeks where not even muggles seemed to step foot on the land the house was in than the number of guests you had that month, but there were enough to calm you and put your mind at ease.

It seemed there were more missing witches and wizards than they publicly admitted. Every one of your guests had a relative, a friend, or knew someone who went missing during the war. You weren’t alone in your grief, and even though you started to accept his death with each passing day, you were more than relieved to find out everyone had good words to say about your Severus. He had shown his true self to the world with his final moments, and that was more than enough for your child when it was born into the world. 

And that’s how you end up now too, in September. A light green dress flowing out of the chair you sit in, your hands on your bump trying to feel your baby kicking as the mediwitch said it will soon, your mouth talking nonstop about Severus. You did that for a while now, talking about Severus. You reached the part of him proposing to you. Another thing the war kidnapped from you: the chance to call him your husband.

The sun is beginning to set and you can feel the chill already. Autumn really is enveloping the country little by little. You exhale, imagining what this scene would be like if Severus was alive. He’d sit beside you, a hand on your belly, reminiscing about nothing in particular. And that’s when you notice a flicker of white light in the distance and then a black figure popping in the field. Your hand instinctively grips your wand in your pocket and you sit up in a fruitless attempt to recognize the silhouette. 

It doesn’t do much, it merely sits there and watches you standing on the porch. But then it starts limping toward you, and even though its walk is barely a walk at all, you’d recognize that posture everywhere. Those shoulders and hands balancing his limp, those dark locks hidden in a ponytail fluttered by the evening breeze.

Your heart wants to believe but your mind denies it. There is only one way to figure out if you’ve gone insane or the world did a flip and brought you back your lover. You step out of the porch, steady but small steps at first, wand still gripped in your hand. The more you approach it, the more its features become more familiar. Tears begin to well your eyes with every step you take, until you stop in your tracks and your heart seems to stop for more than a second. It is him. It is Severus. He came home to you. He’s alive. He’s alive.

You drop your wand in your pocket, hands going to lift your skirt high enough for you to sprint to him. Severus instead stops in his tracks, arms opening to accommodate you once you get to him. He dropped walking the minute he saw you run to him. It was painful enough to walk even now, and with your speed you’ll get to him faster than his five torturous steps he got to make ever would.

Nothing matters anymore as you get closer and closer to him. The wind has no power. You make the wind with each movement, hair and dress all over the air due to your speed. Your lungs burn. It starts to become difficult to breathe, and you feel your heart beating in your ears and yet you don’t stop. You have to get to him. And you do.

By the time you feel his big palms on your back bringing you closer to him, you have to push him back slightly because air won’t enter your lungs, as your face seems to burn from the inside. And still one hand of his clutches on the back of your head and leans forward in an attempt to kiss you. Your palms go over every centimeter of him you can reach to make sure he’s real, that he’s there. Your eyes notice the bandage around his neck, the slightly bluish veins protruding from under the bandage, and you want to ask him what happened but you can’t momentarily. You want to kiss him with all your body, your heart thumps wildly in anticipation, and yet you can’t. The sprint took its toll on you and he doesn’t look well enough for the long kiss you both seem to be wanting, needing for what feels like eternity.

Severus sighs, understanding. He’s content only to hold you in his arms and never let you go, and he resigns in bringing both his hands and grabbing your face between his palms, trying to make his fingers remember each and every contour of it. His breath smells like medicine, and that is the culminant point in deciding you’re not insane, he’s just alive. He survived. You unglue one of his hands from your cheekbone and trace it down your body until it reaches your bump.

“This is our child, Sev! We’ve both been waiting for you to come home,” you manage to exclaim through your tears. You feel his hand tense as his eyebrows scrunch into a look of unbelievable happiness you’ve never seen on his face before. The little one moved for the first time the moment it felt his father’s touch. Severus felt it too, you can tell from his eyes who seem to search far beyond for an explanation, trying to put all the pieces of the puzzle together. But suddenly a harsh croaked and yet very recognizable voice escapes his chopped thin lips, “You never told me…” His words, of which he used to be so proud, are  failing him for the first time since you’ve met him. 

You seem locked in place for eternity and you don’t want the moment to end. Feeling Severus’ heat again against your body, feeling his breath on your face, his hands all over you as the proof of him aching for you, his dark eyes taking you in, trying to grab your essence and lock it deep within his memories, your noses caressing in the only kiss you can manage for the moment. 

“Love, let’s go home. I don’t want my two most important people in my life to catch a cold because I finally managed to get on my feet and come to you.”

[drgarrisonandpaul]

Cang Du Headcanons

@sahara-solaris-solace

I'm not sure I'll be writing him very well, but I'm gonna try either way! Cang Du - Sternritter I, The "Iron"

I don't think he hangs around the other Sternritters often. Not necessarily out of hate, just out of incompatibility. I have this idea in my head that their main meeting place is their shared kitchen, and Cang only shows up to steal a plate of whatever someone else made and peaces back out to his room or his armada

He feels like the kind of man who seems very cold and distant and aloof, but is a softie once you get to know him a little better. Possibly values his foot soldiers on a personal level, calls everyone by name and offers them food the other Sternritters have made

He has a very deadpan stare, more than likely from dealing with Bazz-B's bullshit day in and day out

His "together both in life and in death" thing came from two pigeons he had when he was little. When one died, the other followed suit, and it was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen

He feels like a pigeon man. Cang owns pigeons. Because reasons

Mans is an artist, possibly with charcoals and pastels. I can see him having pthalo blue and violet-tinted fingers everywhere he goes, no matter how many times he washes his hands

Definitely cleanly, but not a neat-freak like someone else (AHEM, Mayuri)

The closest thing he has to a "friend" within the Sternritters is probably PePe, but only because they share an infatuation with sociology and ecology and emotions, but on more of a scientific level than an armchair psychologist one

How Is Cang Around Kids

Acts distant if someone is around, doesn't even look at the tyke, just sits back very formally and stares off at something else, maybe making small talk as he does so

As soon as everyone in the room leaves? He's the uncle that has money and candy in his pocket at all times. Just "Pssst. Hey. Hey, c'mere" Hands off little peppermints or a lollipop with some small bills around it like a cute little drug deal

If left to babysit the kid, he'll pretend he doesn't want to, but he is SO going to binge-watch Owl House and Pixar movies today. Less of a lazy day and more of a "Hey, we're gonna watch this and I'm gonna take little breaks to go do work things, that sound good to you, kid?" thing

He's a malewife.

[acearcane]

Who’s your favorite TUA character?

I’ve done been asked about my hyperfixation‼️

Because I’m incapable of being normal about Umbrella Academy rn, I’m going to rate all the Hargreeves siblings by way of choosing a favorite.

Going from least favorite to favorite (I like them all, but some are more precious than others):

7. Allison. Don't get me wrong, I love all of the siblings. For me, what really makes the media is the characters, and all of the Umbrella Academy characters are unique, endearing, yet flawed. That being said, Allison is the one I connect with the least, and also after season 3... well...

6. Diego. He would be higher, but I didn't really start to like him until season 2. Like Allison, Diego's one of the ones I connect with the least, although I do find his character arcs very compelling (and heartbreaking, to be honest).

5. Luther. Luther is very much back and forth for me. Like, he's such an idiot towards the end of season 1, but AMAZING in season 3. Honestly, I just love the trope of a big blond himbo, so even if Luther is as dumb as rocks, he's so endearing.

4. Viktor. He explodes things. He's just three apples tall. Viktor is just a little guy, and I've been his firm supporter since season 1. (Like, my sister keeps dissing him and I'm ready to throw hands). Plus, I really love Elliot Page, so like... Viktor, ya know?

3. Ben. I don't wanna let my men-loving show, but like, Ben's gorgeous. He's so hot. Ahem, anyway-- I love the whole concept of him being Klaus's conscience and voice of reason (even if Klaus never listens) and the only time I cried while watching this show was at one of his scenes. That being said, I don't really like Sparrow!Ben. I won't count him out quite yet though, we still have season 4.

2. Klaus. He's hilarious. He's sexy trash. He's wife material. Klaus is very much a close second when it comes to my favorite character, if only for the fact that he never irritates me. All of the other characters (except maybe Five) have moments where I'm screaming at the screen because they're so dumb (affectionate) but... never Klaus. Live love Klaus. He's great.

1. Five. I. Fucking. LOVE. Five. Which sure that's probably predictable, he's a fan favorite, but he's freaking hilarious, one of the deeper characters in the show (in my opinion), and his actor does a brilliant job with all of his quirks and mannerisms. Plus I hardcore headcanon him as either ace or aroace, but maybe I'm just projecting. But anyway, he's the new blorbo consuming my brain, and when I attend my first convention this summer (yay me!) I really want to cosplay him.

I'm so sorry for how rambly this was. If you can't tell, I'm very hyperfixated rn, and my sister hasn't finished season 3 yet so I'm practically vibrating with spoilers. I feel a little awkward being so obsessed with it cuz the fandom seems to be dead, for the most part, but hey-- I'm having fun. And that's what matters, right?

To all of my beautiful mutuals who followed me for Owl House content-- I am so sorry. The hyperfixation will return, the big ones always do. I'll try to feed you once in a while so you don't starve. Love you <3

[lesbian-shadow]

Freaks Au- prologue

Warning(s): none Author: @lesbian-shadow Co-Author: @bliss-kitty More info

The one with the power the vanquish the Dark Lord approaches- born as the seventh month dies- the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not- and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives- the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.

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Delphine and Matheo run down the stairs of the Malfoy manor, her cousin Draco following closely behind her. Narcissa is sitting at the large dinner table, reading the daily prophet. As she sees Delphine, Matheo, and Draco she lets out a little chuckle.

"Before any of you ask, no, they have not arrived yet," states Narcissa. Delphine, Matheo, and Draco groan in annoyance as they reach the end of the stairs, slowing down at Narcissa's comment. Narcissa smiles a little at the kid's disappointed expression, motioning to their regular spots at the table. "Don't pout, come sit and eat Draco, Matheo,Delphine," She says in a motherly tone, and they obey.

A few minutes into breakfast, there is a tapping heard at the window, causing Draco and Delphine to drop everything they were doing and run to the window. Matheo gets up slowly and follows behind the two of them. Narcissa chuckles at their enthusiasm, watching them open the window, letting two owls in.

As expected, the owls come bearing letters, Delphine, Matheo, and Draco's acceptance letters into Hogwarts. Draco quickly snatches the letter from the owl closest to him, causing the bird to squawk in distress and quickly fly off.

"Draco!" Delphine yells, "Why'd you do that?!" In response, Draco just rolls his eyes and scoffs, making Delphine scowl at him before turning to the other owl. As Delphine's gaze turns to the bird, the scowl on her face is quickly replaced by a smile as she lets the bird let go of the two letters, smiling as it flies off. Once Delphine closes the window, she walks happily back to the table, handing her brother his letter.

A few minutes later, right when Delphine went to stand up after breakfast, her phone made a loud ding. She checks her phone to see a notification stating that she has a message from Freya waiting to be read. F: Can you stay over at my place for the weekend? My mom offered to take you shopping for school supplies with us as long as you bring your own money.

D: I'll ask Cissy, but there's not a high chance.

She looks at Narcissa and clears her voice to get her attention. Narcissa looks at her, waiting.

"Can I stay the weekend at Freya's house? Mrs. Weasley offered to take us shopping for school supplies as long as I brought my own money," Delphine states quickly. Narcissa thinks for a minute, a stern look on her face.

"I don't know Delphi," she replies softly, earning a pleading face from Delphine.

"Please Cissy just for the weekend," Delphine pleads. Narcissa thinks for another minute before smiling.

"I guess it won't hurt for the weekend" Narcissa states softly. Delphine's face lights up with excitement.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you Cissy," Delphine yells, running up to Narcissa and hugging her tightly. "I'll go pack my bag, I'll be ready in two minutes!" Delphine runs back up the stairs, almost running into Lucius. She runs down the hallway, portraits of past family members are hung on the dark gray walls. She reaches her room at the end of the hallway, flinging the door open quickly.

The walls are a lighter gray than the rest of the mansion and have posters scattered across them of various bands. At the top of the wall, fake vines are strung up, and in the corner by the window lies a large bed with a black frame. The bed is messily made, with multiple dark gray blankets scattered about and sage green decorative pillows thrown around with no second thought.

Delphine runs to the dresser across from her bed and throws open the drawers, grabbing 2 days worth of clothes for the weekend. She dashes to the closet on the other side of the room, grabbing a duffle bag from the back and shoving the clothes inside. But before she closes the closet door she quickly throws a composition notebook on top of the clothes, and zips up the bag. On her way back down the stairs she pulls her phone from her pocket and opens Freya's contact.

D: She Said yes! I can be over by Flu Powder in like 1 minute.

F: Sweet, see you soon!

When Delphine makes it down the stairs Narcissa is stood by the fireplace in the living room. She runs quickly to the kitchen and grabs the unopened letter, running back to the living room.

"You ready," asks Narcissa with an amused look on her face. Delphine nods and Narcissa hands her a handful of Gallions.

"One last thing before you go," adds Narcissa, earning a groan of annoyance from Delphine. "You may get an owl and one other animal if you just absolutely have to, got it? I don't want 12 cats running around this house, young lady."

"Yes Cissy," replies Delphine with a sign before disappearing into the flames. The last thing she hears is a quiet goodbye and a “text me,” from her brother, only a few meters in front of her.

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It was chaos in the Weasley house, as per usual, but today was different. There was an impatience within the family, Freya and Ron's letters had not arrived yet, which made the two of them quite annoying. Every five minutes came the question of if they were there yet, and it was driving everyone insane.

In Ron's case, he was oblivious to the family's annoyance, but Freya was very much aware, and found it rather amusing to make it worse. The twins, Fred and George also found it to be quite amusing, although they were not spared.

"Will the two of you shut it," says Mrs. Weasley, "Your giving everyone a headache!" This seems to do the trick for the most part, Ron stays quiet, impatiently staring at the window while Freya does the same. Fortunately, two owls fly up to the window carrying letters just a few minutes later, causing Freya and Ron to run to the window to get their letters. Once the owls drop the letters, Freya grabs hers and quickly smiles at it.

"If you want, we can have Delphine over for the weekend, she can go shopping for school supplies with us," starts Mrs. Weasley, "but she will have to bring her own money," she finishes. Freya's face lights up with excitement and she pulls out her phone.

"I'll ask," replies Freya happily, quickly pulling up Delphine's contact.

F: Can you stay over at my place for the weekend? My mom offered to take you shopping for school supplies with us as long as you bring your own money.

D: I'll ask Cissy, but there's not a high chance.

Freya's smile disappears for a second and returns a half smile. She sits back down and waits for Delphine to give her either a yes or a no. She messes with the unopened envelope laying on the table and sits down.

"What's wrong dear," asks Mrs. Weasley looking at Freya.

"she said she'll ask but there's not a high chance, you know how her family is," replies Freya with a sigh. Mrs.Weasly nods but doesn't push any more.

Freya stares at her letter, hoping she will be able to open it with her friend. Her phone dings, pulling her out of her trance. She quickly realizes that she had been staring at the letter for a matter of minutes and quickly opened her phone to Delphine's contact.

D: She Said yes! I can be over by Flu Powder in like 1 minute.

Freya smiles happy and quickly types out a response.

F: Sweet, see you soon.

Two short minutes pass before Delphine appears in the Weasley's fireplace with a smile across her face. Freya runs to Delphine and gives her a quick hug before noticing the letter in her hand.

“did you open it,” asks Freya in a excited whisper. Delphine shakes her head,

“wanna open them together,” she asks excitedly, smiling at Freya.

“Of course I do,” replies Freya, smiling brightly.

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@bliss-kitty @potterhead-slytheringirl @bellatrixblackthoughts @potterheadproblems @tomridde @potionclass

[shenzaibird-art]

Sooo I watched all four days of Crufts this past weekend and was possessed by the urge to draw various dog breeds. Child me would be so proud. (I still have the book of dog breeds I was obsessed with as a kid, and I still have an old little paper inside it with a list of dog breeds I wanted to draw... and pretty much all of these were there) Info about all of these people under the cut thingy:

Brelyn: A Grand Augur of necromagic. Probably will replace Morrok as Sellatrix's master and head of their team because I like her. Gentle and easygoing, likes to see innovative projects, hence her being okay with taking Verloren into her team. A powerful mage, much more deadly than she looks. Might be a witch as well or at least respect witchcraft. (Rip Morrok the owl, didn't even get a chance to exist and was already replaced, I might reuse the concept for another char or smth) Silverstrand: Was supposed to be a Grand Augur of necromagic but he has SUCH a geomage vibe that I'm not sure anymore. Either way, he's very serious and strict, and prefers things done "the right way" rather than experimental weird stuff. Basically the opposite of Brelyn a bit. If I make him a Grand Augur of geomagic, then he might be head of Lazuli's team. One of the king's most trusted Grand Augurs, warned him that exiling Verloren was a terrible idea (but got ignored anyway). King Harlin Devandell III of Houndsdagger: Proud and stubborn, likes to show off his power and skills. Grew up hearing that his mother the Queen never did enough, so he tries to do too much. Doesn't know much about magic and severely underestimates it. Ended up killed when Verloren didn't take being exiled very well. Wasn't too old, probably just a bit older than Verloren, so not even 50 yet when he died. Pommie: Finella's personal maid since she was a teenager. Very kind and caring, often felt more like a mom to Finella than her real mother. She's a household-wizard (someone who helps with trivial magic tasks, such as preparing baths with warming crystals and fancy fur potions or lighting up light orbs around the house) and taught Finella some basic magic when she asked her. The only one of this batch that I actually already had a full concept of for a while, even the breed, I just hadn't drawn her yet. Nivenyr: One of Sellatrix's witch friends. He's from the village and not related to the castle or any noble business. He works as a mage, making spells and stuff that he sells in his little shop. Somewhat cryptic. Possibly younger than he looks, I have no idea what's his age yet really. Might be more fit for my other setting that's about edgy emo witches (I mean he has emo hair even on his hands) but I'll try to keep him in this setting because Sella can't be the only witch around. Lazuli: A geomagic augur, friends with Finella. Calm and collected, she doesn't say much but judges everyone silently. Kinda tired of everyone's crap but tries to be non-violent, despite sometimes wishing she could kill some people. Her parents were jewelers and when she learned she could do magic with crystals and gemstones, she became a geomage and also learned to make art with magic crystals. Cyrus: A phytomagic augur. Extremely average guy. Obnoxious with his hate of necromagic. Was married to Finella at one point and he constantly tried to prove her how phyto is so much better than necro (Finella is a necromage, she just tried to ignore him when he went on a rant). When Verloren took over, Cyrus was among the phytomagic augurs who tried to ambush him and take him down, and was defeated and killed like all the others. Finella had mixed feelings about the incident. There were more people I wanted to make, like a pumi guy that I couldn't settle on a design for, and a girl that'll be either a papillon or a spaniel of some kind. But yeah I love dogs.

[lenoraslament]

Lenora’s Love: A Tom Riddle Fanfiction

Chapter 26: Disillusionment

(Warnings: mentions of SA and unaliving)

Black shows Lenora to his pensieve to restore her memories. She discovers the truth and Tom’s betrayal.

She avoided Cygnus. Truthfully she didn't want to hear what he had to say. The owl sat on her desk.

            Meet me at my parents house

                     Saturday morning

                            -Cygnus

Incendio. She watched it turn to ash and she sunk her head down into her hands.

Tom woke her up Friday morning, a rose dragged across her face and down her chest. When her eyes opened he kissed her lightly.

"Hello my darling,"he nuzzled her cheek.

"Good morning," she whispered back as he pulled her into his arms.

"I have a surprise for you tomorrow night".

Her arms wrapped around his neck and she grinned, "well what is it?"

He raised his brow at her,"you'll have to find out then" he teased, "I hope it makes you happy"

She wanted to cry she felt so lucky.

"You know I love you right?" She whispered in his ear.

He was perfect. Nothing Cygnus could tell her would change that. She loved Tom Riddle. No matter what.

"Hello lovely" Black opened the door looking sheepish.

"Don't start Cygnus"she smirked as she walked in.

"Tea?" She looked around at the Black family home. It was dark and moody. How appropriate. She thought.

"Please" she took a nervous breath.

Kreacher appeared scowling. She liked to think that she was more polite elves than most people. Kreacher however scared her.

He scowled at her as he handed her a teacup. This was not helping her nerves.

"Well..."she said," whatever it is you have to tell me". Nora turned her teacup on the table, "hurry up".

"Nora..."he took a drink.

"I'm meeting him after this," she spoke over him,"he has a surprise for me... he's so romantic".

Cygnus sighed as he watched her try to steamroll him.

"I'm so happy Cygnus" she huffed,"is what you're telling me more important than that-"

"Yes Lenora it-"

"I love him!"she smacked the table,"just remember-"

"Last year!" Black swallowed after interrupting, "Tom obliviated you."

She stared at him dully, "you called me here for a joke?"

"Nora." He took a breath," last year you and I sat in front of the mirror or Ersid and you told me you needed my help. You don't remember it.... You don't remember any of it!"

Flashback

  "You're not scared of Tom either" she said at last, "are you?"

  Black smiled down at his hands, "No, I don't supposed I am".

Earnestly he put his hand in hers, "are you?"

She blinked her tears back,"no..." she shuddered, "I'm scared of myself",

He looked confused, "Nora?".

"I just can't do it anymore" she cried her chest was heaving as she tried to suppress her tears.

Blacks arms encircled her, his hug was tight "you don't have to hold it in, you can cry".

  She clung to him and he let her cry and scream.

"I can't be strong anymore, I just can't" she had to breathe between sobs to make her words distinguishable, "I'm - so- ashamed".

   He dropped his head down on her shoulder, "You are strong Lenora, you are the strongest person I know".

   Her body shivered as her tears died down.

"I can't carry it anymore Cygnus." he smiled as she whispered, she had never called him his first name before.

  "You don't have to" he said, "you can give some of it to me".

  She shook her head, "you don't want my secrets, The things I've done. The things that have been done to me".

His head fell to the side as he looked at her, "I'll take whatever parts of you, you'll give me".

     Another tear fell down her cheek and he caught it. She took her wand and put it to her temple. Her eyes closed as she recalled the last year of her life. All of it, every painful moment. A long silvery thread pulled from her mind. Black held out his wand and she touched it to his, their eyes on each other as it absorbed into his wand.

Present Day

Black led her to the pensieve, her hands were shaking, he dipped his wand in and released the memories she had given to him that night. Then he put  in a memory of his as well.

It's a joke. She's going to put her head in, ruin her hair and it's going to be wrong.

   Nora tried to steady her breathing before she went in. This couldn't be real. She looked at Cygnus, his eyes were so sad. So beseeching. She held her breath and plunged.

Everything.

The attack.

Tom healing her.

The depression.

Learning dark magic.

The bird.

Her with Tom. In the library. At the creek. Malfoy Ball. New Years.

She had already been a death eater.

The Chamber of Secrets.

She killed those boys, and then they....

There?

Her mind slowly slipping into madness

The night she told Cygnus everything

It went dark.

Then she was watching herself from Black's point of view.

Dueling Tom.

She was nearly unstoppable.

Theo. She almost killed him.

Tom and Abraxas telling the rest of the deatheaters she was obliviated.

Her hands gripped the side of the pensieve as she pulled herself up.

Pain pummeled through her, they all knew. Tom knew.

I want you to be my first time. She had told him.

Their date. Their love.

Everything. A fucking lie.

Her heart cracked open in her chest and was replaced by something else.

Rage.

Cygnus put his hand on her.,"Nora?"

She turned to him with a deadened expression.

"Thank you Black. For showing me the truth.."

She disappeared before he could respond.

Read More Here or Read Lenora’s Lament the first book in the series:

[ordinaryschmuck]

What I Thought About "Thanks to Them"

Salutations, random people on the internet who are already scrolling past this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons.

When it was announced that The Owl House's third season would get cut short to three hour-long specials, the fans fought as hard as they could to rectify this insane mistake. And...I really hate how I wasn't surprised.

I've seen this before. There have been many instances when a studio decided on something fans didn't like, and those fans did everything they could to fight back against it. The problem is that the fans rarely win, and it'll take a gosh dang miracle to make a studio change its mind about something. Studios don't care about how badly the fans want something or about a creator's vision. All studios care about is how much money they can make off a product. And it seemed The Owl House didn't have as big of a number as Disney's other shows at the time. It's an unfortunate pill to swallow, but that doesn't mean the situation is hopeless.

There are competent writers out there that, when given restraint, try to roll with the punches and still push out something amazing. Believe it or not, what happened to The Owl House is the best-case scenario, as the writers were told ahead of time what their situation would be, giving them the chance to adjust and make as satisfying of an ending as possible. And if you ask me, I have absolute faith that they'll be able to pull it off. The Owl House isn't my favorite show at the moment for nothing. The writers are outstanding, and the final product of Season Two proves that they know how to tell an overarching story while still giving the characters and the audience the time they need to breathe. The question is, did "Thanks to Them" reinforce this faith? Well, let's find out together, shall we?

SPOILERS BELOW

WHAT I LIKED

Starting Where the Last Season Ended: This was the best decision. The events of the finale are too big of a thing to gloss over immediately by starting with a time skip of them already working hard on getting home. Continuing the story right after the last season left things off works because the characters are allowed some time to establish this new normal and get started on their mission. While putting out some...issues.

Luz and Hunter’s Guilt: I'm still a little iffy on Hunter's guilt, mainly because I don't see him as the victim here, but I understand what Luz's going through. What happened isn't her fault either, as Belos could have tricked anyone instead of her, but I can see how she can believe it's her fault. Even though it could have been anyone else, Luz is still the one Belos tricked in the end, and her pain of knowing that she inadvertently caused so much damage is well within reason. So I'm glad Luz has Hunter with her to share some of the pain. If you think these two were siblings before, you'll get a kick at watching them bond over shared fears and anxieties, being each other's support and reassurance that things are going to be ok. Luz adds more to that last part (because, of course, she does), but it's still sweet seeing them go through this together. It makes their relationship grow stronger and more compelling, and I hope we get just the briefest moments between these two in the future. And I'll go over each character individually, but there are just a few things I want to get out of the way first.

Starting with a character who deserves way more love.

Camila: IF I SEE ONE MORE MOTHER F**KER CALLING CAMILA A BAD MOM AFTER THIS, I'M GOING TO LOSE IT!

Let me break down what this woman does for the dumb dumbs in the back:

Upon seeing these four new kids without a home or anywhere else to go, she doesn't hesitate to insist that they can live with her and Luz until they find a way back. Even if she doesn't entirely understand how they function and is a little freaked out by certain antics.

When Luz came out to her, Camila pulled her and Amity in for a loving hug, and Camila started to wear a pride pin throughout the rest of the special, an extra cherry on that sweet sundae.

Upon seeing Vee in her new form, Camila ran toward her daughter with just as much pride as she did when Luz came out.

She looked at Luz's quirkiness and antics with pride, and if anybody had the AUDACITY to call her daughter a freak, Camila was more than ready to throw hands.

Once she finds out that Luz is planning on staying in the human realm, which is what Camila wanted once she realizes where Luz was during the summer, Camila refuses to let that happen. Back in "Yesterday's Lie," Camila didn't know the context of why Luz wanted to stay. Now, she does. The context has been living with her for months. And they helped her understand why Luz loves the Boiling Isles so much and how it's more of a home than the Human Realm.

The woman even jumped into a dirty graveyard pond to save our precious boy Hunter!

The one misstep she might have made was going through her daughter's journal, but, like...what parent hasn't done that? If you think your secrets are safe, they're not. And they never will be. Just accept that right now.

Is Camila a perfect mom? No. No parent is perfect, as there will be mistakes no matter how good you try to be. And if your takeaway from "Thanks to Them" is still about how Camila's a bad mom, despite all the kind-hearted things she does for her baby and her friends, you're an idiot. There's no other way around it. You are an idiot who doesn't understand good parenting if it slaps you in the face. And I'm only partially joking about that.

Alright, now that I've got that rant out of the way, let's keep things chugging along.

The Montages: There are two prominent montages in this special, the first showing us what Luz and Co. have been up to the past few months and the second detailing the antics Vee and Luz's friends went through in finding the secrets of the puzzle they found. And this was another perfect decision on the writer's part. The Owl House's third season has a similar plot to Amphibia's, only that the writers are working with a third (Ha) of the run-time that Matt Braly and his team did. This means they'll have to speedrun through the same story beats Amphibia had while still providing a satisfying final product. So, seeing the characters adjust to the new environment is relegated to montages instead of dedicating entire episodes (and wasting time) of them going on a wacky adventure in the human realm. And I'm ok with that. This idea of keeping things moving forward but delivering the briefest of cute character moments makes The Owl House more different (and better) than Amphibia. While Amphibia will grind its stories and narratives to a halt so we can have a filler episode dedicated to stuff like Sprig being a superhero, The Owl House keeps things going while working these character moments in with the story. It's a reason why I think people get too bent out of shape when shows don't have filler episodes anymore. Yeah, I get that some of them can be fun when done right, but that doesn't mean characters can't grow without them. Maybe Luz coming out to her mom or the characters meeting giraffes would have made great episodes, but I'm not losing sleep over getting a few seconds instead. Besides, while "Thanks to Them" is still continuing the story, that doesn't mean it can't stand out on its own as something spectacular.

Or should I say spooktacular...?

It’s a Halloween Special: And I love that. I love that despite the writers having less time, they still went out of their way to deliver the one holiday special this series is perfect for while continuing the story. They just added the fun, filler-like stuff with it (see what I mean?). As for how well it works as a Halloween special...it's pretty good. Some solid imagery feeds into the spooky season with some creepy stuff that should be enough to scare the kids watching. Heck, maybe some adults might get creeped out given some body horror that happens later...and yes, we'll get into that...but first, let's talk about something wholesome.

I need something wholesome.

OH, MY GOODNESS, DO I NEED SOMETHING WHOLESOME!

The Kids Learning Spanish: You'll do.

This was sweet, by the way. It shows us just how much these kids care about Luz and Camila by putting in the effort to speak a language that they mastered. It's a small thing, but it fills up my heart.

(Also, that demonic Duolingo is perfect as an in-joke for the fandom. If you know, you know)

They Painted Hooty on the Door: This, on the other hand, is both funny and kind of tragic. Like, the kids miss the Boiling Isles so much that a reference to Hooty gives them comfort.

Hooty!

Man, they really need to find a way to get back home...

The Kids Finding a Way to Get Back Home: Oh...that was fast. But not too convenient. It's heavily implied that the house the kids set themselves up in used to belong to Philip and Caleb (or something like that), so it's not too hard to believe that the kids find their first real clue there.

As for the others leaving Luz out on the search, this does bring up my friend's complaint about how Luz doesn't have much agency as her friends. And, yeah, I can see that frustration. Luz doesn't get to do much in this special, with the most crucial story-driven moments going to the others. Luz is the main protagonist, and she should be able to do more than...relatively nothing. However, it does make sense in context. Luz is currently not in the right mindset and is going through a lot, so her friends are doing their part to chase a lead, wanting to surprise Luz with a win instead of letting her down with another failure. It's her friends' way of paying back all the kindness Luz has done for them by going just as above and beyond as she would in completing a task. It has the unfortunate side effect of letting Luz have little importance, but I wouldn't call it bad writing. Just...a slight mishandling of characters.

Besides, while Luz doesn't do much to advance the story, she adds a lot when it comes to character development.

Luz: This is the most development Luz has gotten through the whole series. Luz is weighed down by her guilt over accidentally helping Belos to the point where she believes things would be better if she never existed. That...hurts. It hurts a lot to see Luz think this way. And it hurts even more to see her heart not being in it when acting like her usual self. When Luz smiles, it never reaches her eyes. When she says something lighthearted and goofy, it almost sounds as if she's empty inside. This experience changed her, and it makes sense. To Luz, she caused so much damage that is unable to fix it for months. It makes sense why she's so emotionally numb throughout the special because...how would you react to all that? Something tells me it wouldn't be great.

This special also gave us more insight into Luz's life before the Boiling Isles. We get to see how isolated she feels, how miserable she is being in a world that doesn't understand her, and even why she loves The Good Witch Azura. We get bits and pieces of that in the past, but this is the first time it's a central focus, and that's great. We know a lot about Luz's friends and family but don't know much about her. So to finally get something about Luz is spectacular. If you ask me, having her go through the most development is a fair trade to her not having much agency in the first part of a three-part finale (besides, we've got two more parts to go through).

Although, she's not the only one going through a lot this special.

Hunter: Next to Luz, Hunter might be the one who grew the most in "Thanks to Them." He gets a hobby that allows him to find some self-expression, finds a book series that gives him comfort over his anxieties, and ends up crying tears of joy when he realizes he's part of a kind, loving family. Again, "Thanks to Them" worked all these great character moments into the story while still moving things along. Seriously, take notes, Amphibia writers!

Jokes aside, it is great to see Hunter happy for the majority of an episode for once. After everything he went through (and will soon go through. We'll get to that), it warms the heart to see my boy just loving life and getting everything he could have ever hoped for...This is why it does serious emotional damage to see it soon crumble to an end. And we'll get to that...but can we go through some more nice stuff first? Please?

Cosmic Frontier: Sure, why not?

I like Cosmic Wonder primarily for the help it gives Hunter and his issues, but it's also amazing how it gives him and Gus something to bond over. It adds more to that brotherly bond they've got going on, which is sweet to see.

Also...those books obviously belonged to Camila. The way she reacted to them and the fact that she got bullied in school over something is all the proof I need. And that's also sweet because it means she's as much of a nerd as Luz, even though she has bad memories of expressing it. Plus, now that we know that Luz's father is the one that gave Luz her first Azura book, a fact that breaks my heart as much as it makes it whole, that might hint at how Camila and Manny met. The boxes in the closet imply they went to conventions together, even saving old cosplays they've made. Really shows you how much Luz takes after her folks, thus warming the heart up in the process.

Masha: Do you want to know what else warms the heart? The Owl House continuing to excel at having such casual LGBTQA+ representation.

Here, we have a character that's non-binary but embraces feminity. There's an incorrect stipulation that to be non-binary means to not conform to either male or female genders, but (as far as I can tell) that's not true. Being non-binary means that you don't identify as either male or female. How you choose to express that is up to you. But if a man can wear makeup and have long hair but still identify as male or a woman can choose to wear no makeup and shave her head but still identify as female, why can't a non-binary individual choose to wear pride nails and wear long dresses?

For The Owl House to allow a group of people to feel that seen is fantastic, and I hope this series will be remembered for years because of that reason alone.

And, hey, it looks like they might be a potential crush for Vee. Isn't that just cute...Oh, yeah, VEE!

Vee: I'm surprised with how well Vee fits into the group. She doesn't do much, but she adds a lot of cuteness and charm, and I love that there are zero issues with the fact that she's a basilisk. She's just a part of the gang, and there are no questions or hesitations about it. And that's nice. It's great to see Vee happy and loved after all the crap she went through before meeting Camila. Also...at least someone had a happy ending...unlike others...But I'm not getting into that yet! There's still the, uh, um...OH! I know!

The Tale of Brothers Whittebane: They just...put it all out there. That's the story of Caleb, Philip, and Evelyn (who's obviously a Clawthorne. I mean, come on). This story is everything we could really need to know, and it's told uniquely by having it be a sort of puppet show. Any blanks in the story we might have can only be confirmed through the background paintings found in "Hollow Mind," which the Tale of Brothers Wittebane in "Thanks to Them" adds clarity towards. Would a flashback episode work better? Most certainly, yes. But, as I've said, the writers have no choice but to speedrun through these story beats while making it serviceable. And that's what this is: Serviceable. I would love to know more, but I'm fine with where we're at.

Belos–NO! No, come on, there's gotta be something else!

Uh...Luz making a light glyph? That was cool and effectively gave me goosebumps.

"Shmuck--"

Um, uh, Luz's journal entries are neat! It's probably the best scene in the entire series, showing us exactly the kind of person Luz is and the heartbreak she learned to deal with!

"Schmuck."

And how about Luz and Amity going as Azura and Hecate?! That's something I've always wanted to see, and I got it! And I bet it made you all happy, right--

"SCHMUCK!"

...

"It's time."

...*Sighs* Yeah...yeah, let's get into it.

Belos Possessed Hunter: This...might be the worst thing Belos has ever done. And that's saying something.

Hunter was finally happy and at peace with everything. He had friends who loved him, interests that gave him something to hold on to, and a family that accepted him. The sad part is that the stuff that made Hunter happy only led to his own downfall. His love of sewing caused a hole for Belos to sneak his slimy self into. His admiration for Cosmic Frontier led to him staying behind and finding Belos in the first place. It is beyond twisted and could potentially lead Hunter to think he's not allowed to be happy if this is where it gets him. Sure, we got a cool fight scene and some decent body horror as Belos took over, but it will never change how this is an experience that will scar Hunter far more on the inside than the out. Especially considering...

Flapjack’s Death: This stings.

No, screw that. This shatters.

Flapjack, the first good thing to ever happen to Hunter and what kickstarted him learning to be loved, is...gone. He's gone, and it's all for the pettiest of reasons: Belos' resentment towards a witch his brother fell in love with. Sure, he hates magic and palismans in general, but he clearly specified that he was doing it because of how Flapjack reminded Belos of Evelyn. And he did it while using Hunter's body as a vessel, adding more damage to the poor boy.

But, if there's one good thing to take away from this, Flapjack died on his own terms. Belos cracked him, and it was unlikely Flapjack would survive anyway, but in his last moments, he spent them saving Hunter one final time. It's not the sendoff we wanted Flapjack to have, but this showcase of true loyalty proves how endearing he can be and how badly he'll be missed.

RIP, you little rascal.

...Thankfully, it doesn't take long before tragedy fades and hope rises.

The Truth Comes Out: And everything is fine.

I'm not shocked that Belos tried to throw in one last manipulation by telling the truth to Luz's friends about the mistake that she made. Nor am I surprised that their reaction was to be stunned at first, but they were quick to get over it, reassuring Luz that there's nothing to be worried about and ashamed of. And you have no idea how much relief I felt when that happened.

Lesser shows would have taken the opportunity to milk this drama far more than what it's worth, having Luz constantly blame herself while others refuse to look at her the right way ever again. Meanwhile, the writers of The Owl House said, "F**k that!" and gave Luz the instant reassurance she'll need. I'm sure she's not totally over her guilt and that we'll get bits and pieces of it in parts two and three, but I'm glad that the writers gave us all the drama they could about Luz keeping her mistake a secret without it feeling like it overstayed its welcome. It's another case of phenomenal writing in this series that was more than welcome.

(Also, Amity echoing back the words Luz said when confessing to her is beyond adorable, and I will hear nothing of the contrary)

But while this wasn't much of a surprise, what definitely was is...

Camila Deciding to Go With: I mean...yeah.

A part of me thought this might happen, but I did not expect it to come true. Still, I'm excited. I cannot wait to see Camila join the fight and kick some butt in the Boiling Isles...That or die/sacrifice herself to save her baby...I mean, if Camila's the only thing keeping Luz in the Human Realm, her death would give Luz the excuse she needs to stay in the Boiling Isles forever with her new family and home...I'm not saying I want this to happen, but it's even more of a possibility now than ever.

And I'm gonna hate myself for calling it...

WHAT I DISLIKED

Get the f**k out of here--YOU ARE NOT NEEDED!

...No, really, you're not needed. I took the one complaint I had (Luz not doing much) and weaved it into the likes so I could rationalize why it still works even though it rubbed me (and others) the wrong way.

What did you expect me to do? Break the flow so I can do something that's not necessary? What am I, an Amphibia writer?

...People probably think I hate Amphibia  due to me ragging on it even though I gave it a B- in my final verdict review. The truth is, I do like Amphibia. It's funny, Anne's character development is ten times better than Luz's, and this is a show that knows how to stick the landing when it comes to its finales. My problems are that certain ideas and decisions weren't executed well, with the primary issue being how poorly it mixed episodic storytelling with a serialized one. Other than that, it's pretty good. Check it out.

...What were we talking about? Oh, right! "Thanks to Them!"

Yeah, this is an A+ for sure.

IN CONCLUSION

"Thanks to Them" is better than anything that came out of the series so far. It proves that Season Three is going for the "less is more" approach, giving the fans everything they could want and ask for but not letting it distract from the few narratives left established. There's a voice in my brain telling me that parts two and three of this final season might not live up to expectations, but it is outclassed by the part of me that is reassured by how astonishing this season will be. I have high hopes for the future. And it's all thanks to the writers who really do know how to roll with the punches.

[isa-ghost]

honestly I think you are so awesome and deserve all good things in life and I appreciate your role in the community sm, like I think I'd stick around even if you posted about things I know nothing about because just seeing you on the dash makes me go "omg its isa!" (even when its discourse lmao)

What The Fuck this is so sweet!! ;^; 💚💚

Worry not, I'm not leaving QSMP yet. Even if it hurts. If Phil's done, I'll likely migrate to Fit for it. Provided he streams when Phil doesn't. 😅

And I'll be damned if this stops me from completing AMFMN. Apollo has hinted during a brief reading with him that he'll kick my ass. We NEED more Phil centric fics, it's half the reason I said fuck it we ball and started AMFMN to begin with. That goblin of a deity is INVESTED in the story. I think I'd get sunburn for eternity if I left it incomplete.

And I have a perhaps therapeutic idea to write Phil coming home to the Hardcore World via Rose after departing with the kids. I think I'm gonna go for it, even if it hurts to write and I cry during doing so. :p

I'm not sure what'll become of that QSMP AU I was cooking on but I don't think I'll discontinue that before it even begins either. Additionally, I've played with the idea of just. Continuing some kind of AU storyline post-AMFMN. Like writing stuff (headcanons or short story(s)) after the events of the fic. We'll see.

I've been miserable at worst and palpably sad at best the last 2 days, and we'll see what happens during and after Phil's stream today, but.. at least for now at this good hour of 10am, I'm feeling,, better-ish. Cautiously optimistic. I don't want to leave (and I especially don't want to lose the amazing mutuals and friends I've made 😭). I'm not going anywhere.

But if you're curious, here's some other interests you'll see here besides QSMP:

I'm a Phil main first and foremost. Even if he's done on QSMP, I watch every minute of EVERY stream. Hardcore my fucking beloved. I won't hesitate to start cooking up more hardcore Phil headcanons or a fic or AU.

After Phil, I watch Sneeg second most. I also watch Hermits/Lifers & friends, Ranboo (yes hello I love Genloss), Tubbo & a bunch of others. Like I said, Death Family's end on QSMP isn't my end in QSMP, nor MCYT. :)

I barely post abt it anymore bc it's more bitter than sweet for me, but DSMP will always hold a place in my heart. I'm always down to talk about it if asked.

D&D/Critical Role/Candela Obscura (I've been dual-wielding hyperfixations on Phil & CR this whole time, you'd be getting Phil & CR primarily if I fell out of QSMP for some reason)

Related, I plan on getting into Dimension 20 sometime and I also want to watch LA/NY By Night. TTRPG enjoyers that follow me will be getting FED.

I FUCKING LOVE DRAWFEE!!!

Anime!! Bungo Stray Dogs, JJK, Soul Eater, Apothecary Diaries, Frieren, and a bunch of others are my faves/current faves :)

I'm actually primarily an OC and roleplay person, it's my biggest special interest and I've been doing it for 12+ years. It's why I love mcrp so much. I'd probably post this stuff on @isas-oc-asylum and then reblog here if anyone was interested, idk. But I have an entire original world + country full of lore and characters I could talk about for eternity

I FUCKING LOVE HORROR PODCASTS. Magnus Archives & Protocol, Welcome to Night Vale, Old Gods of Appalachia!!

Veteran followers of me know I was originally a Jacksepticeye & Markiplier ego theorist blog before 2020! I have so many AUs of them and I love them still even though new content with them is slow. (I like Sanders Sides a decent amount too!)

I love talking about witchcraft!! I'm always down to infodump, answer questions, or gush about my goofy ass deity circle!! <3

Controversial (/s) but I love the Hazbin & Helluva series. I also love other indie series like Murder Drones, TADC and Lackadaisy!

I'm also slowly watching The Dragon Prince with friends!!

I've reblogged stuff plenty of times but I fucking love The Owl House & Gravity Falls

When will Arcane return from the war,,,, 😔 (soon)

I won't hesitate to plunge into the Monster Prom series deeper. Milo Belladonna and Damien LaVey my lomls I will get monsterfuckery on main I s2g

Basically... I'm a fuckin charcuterie board of interests!! Realistically, I'll still mainly be Phil/Sneeg/CR. But I'm always down to be abnormal about all that 👆🏻 and more.

If any of that interests anyone reading this, feel free to stick around. Or keep beating me with QSMP & Phil stuff in my asks. I'll still always be down to write headcanons and talk about fic stuff. I love qPhil too much to shut up forever.

And if it doesn't? Congrats, I'm also a massive shitposter. I have like 3 different tags for it. Feast your eyes upon how funny I am. It's like the one thing I'm confident in about myself, I'm fucking hilarious.

Honest Opinion Anon Asks

[ichisama]

1536 words | rating: t | high school au, teachers au

It probably went a bit against the spirit of a test of courage, but Ichiro and Samatoki went first. As teachers, they had to scope out the 'haunted' house to make sure it was safe—structurally sound, and at least relatively devoid of wild animals and axe murderers—before letting their students troop out there in pairs.

"Why the hell do we have to do this?" Samatoki complained as they set out shortly after dinner, each with a flashlight in hand. "If they die, they die."

Ichiro laughed and knew Samatoki didn't mean it. "It's not that far. Besides, who doesn't like a nice walk after a big meal?"

"Art teachers," Samatoki muttered. "Not everyone's a track coach like you, musclehead."

There was, admittedly, a bit of a climb up to the old abandoned house their students wanted to explore as their test of courage. It wasn't intense enough for Ichiro to think of it as a proper hike, but maybe it couldn't be described as 'leisurely' either. Samatoki probably would've rather stayed at the camp, to sneak off for a post-dinner cigarette rather than a post-dinner walk.

But they'd drawn the short straws, him and Samatoki. Rio and Jyuto, the other two teachers on this class trip, were the 'lucky bastards'—Samatoki's words—who'd gotten to stay back and watch the kids.

(Samatoki couldn't be that bothered by a bit of walking, though. He'd turned Rio down, when Rio offered to go with Ichiro in his stead.)

They'd only been walking for about fifteen minutes, and Ichiro could already make out the shape of the house at the top of the hill. The full moon provided enough light that they barely needed their flashlights at all, but the hooting of owls from the woods and the crunching of dry leaves and twigs underfoot still made it a nice and eerie trek.

"Want me to carry you the rest of the way?" Ichiro joked.

"Yeah," Samatoki deadpanned.

He was almost definitely joking too, but Ichiro wasn't about to be the one to back down if Samatoki wanted to play this game.

Ichiro tucked his flashlight into a pocket and stopped in front of Samatoki, stooping down a bit and holding his arms out behind himself. "Hop on, then."

Samatoki did at least hesitate, then. But he wasn't the type to back down either.

Ichiro let out an oof, and a little laugh, but was hardly surprised when Samatoki did jump on after all. He caught Samatoki with an arm under each leg, waiting for Samatoki to sling his arms around his shoulders, getting all settled and secure, before starting up the hill again.

"Show-off," Samatoki murmured, right in Ichiro's ear.

Ichiro ducked his head with a grin, and a wave of heat that he hoped wasn't too visible in the dark. "I could drop you, you know."

"You wouldn't."

Yeah.

Ichiro really wouldn't.

It wasn't exactly a chore to have a gorgeous guy pressed flush against his back.

He did set Samatoki back down once they reached the house, so they could both get their flashlights on. It was darker inside, with most of the windows boarded up. The front door was—well, in a word, gone. That made it easy enough to get inside.

"I'm not sure about these stairs," Ichiro mused as he took a few experimental steps up, each step creaking under his weight. "Should probably tell them upstairs is off-limits."

Samatoki snorted as he swept his light through a nearby room. "And you don't think that'll just make them want to go up more?"

"I'll hit 'em with the puppy dog eyes," Ichiro said. "And tell them I won't be angry, but will be super, super disappointed, if any of them break that rule."

"…yeah, that would do it."

Ichiro laughed and came back down the stairs to join Samatoki in checking out the other rooms on the ground floor. The place was big enough that the kids would have plenty to explore, even without going upstairs. Ichiro and Samatoki were careful not to disturb the cobwebs they found, leaving them intact to add to the spookiness factor of the dilapidated old house.

A few things—small animals, or maybe large bugs—skittered around in the dark, but nothing stood out to Ichiro as a real threat. No ghosts, no serial killers. It was probably safe enough to let the kids go ahead with their test of courage.

"Can you get a signal up here?" Ichiro asked, turning back to Samatoki as they stopped in what must have once been a kitchen. "I left my phone back at camp."

Samatoki dug into his pockets and got his out. Once the screen was lit, Ichiro instinctively leaned in to check his bars.

"Bit weak," Samatoki said, "but should be usable. I'll shoot Jyuto a text to see if it goes through."

Ichiro nodded and gave him a second to do that. Samatoki didn't seem to mind his close proximity, or the fact that Ichiro was peering at his phone screen, so Ichiro didn't think to move back.

And standing so close to Samatoki…

Ichiro blinked.

Standing so close, he could see how tightly Samatoki gripped his phone. How much tension Samatoki held in his shoulders. He'd sounded calm enough when he spoke, but his whole body was pulled taut like a bowstring set to shoot.

Ichiro blinked again. "Samatoki, are you… scared?"

"What? No. Fuck you."

Practically as soon as those words left him, Samatoki jolted—pressing closer to Ichiro—at a scratchy sound that came from the wall to their left. A mouse, probably. Ichiro wasn't easily startled by that sort of thing; he went camping at least a few times a year, so he was no stranger to the sounds of the woods at night.

Samatoki, on the other hand…

Cute.

That was all Ichiro could think, when he found Samatoki pressed to his side all of a sudden. His first instinct was to wrap an arm around Samatoki's shoulders, as though to protect him from whatever lurked in the dark. But Ichiro managed to hold himself back, just barely, and instead only touched a hand to the small of Samatoki's back instead.

"Samatoki—"

"Not scared," Samatoki seethed through gritted teeth. He didn't move away from Ichiro, though, and in fact leaned a bit more into the hand at his back. "I just fucking hate bugs, alright? Can't stand places that feel like they'd be filled with that creepy-crawly shit, especially when you can't see the little bastards. It's not scary, it's just gross as hell."

Ah.

Ichiro could more or less believe that. When Samatoki felt like insulting someone, which was often, his insults were pretty much always insect-based. It was really no surprise that he had a distaste for bugs.

"That was probably a mouse," Ichiro reassured, as he started to soothe his hand in slow circles against Samatoki's back.

Of course, he couldn't deny that they probably were surrounded by all sorts of bugs too. But Samatoki must have known that would be the case at a creepy old place like this.

Ichiro knew it probably wasn't a great time to ask, but his curiosity got the better of him. "Why didn't you take Rio up on it when he offered to come instead?"

Samatoki huffed, and Ichiro opened his mouth right away to apologize for asking—now really wasn't the right time.

But his voice snagged on something, a lump in his throat, when Samatoki leaned into his side a little more, even turning to drop his head to Ichiro's shoulder. Ichiro didn't dare move, didn't dare even breathe, for fear of startling Samatoki away.

"Is it not fucking obvious?" Samatoki muttered. "Wouldn't pass up a chance to spend time with you, idiot."

Ichiro's breath gave an audible hitch at that.

He and Samatoki had both started teaching two years ago, at the same high school. They'd become pretty good friends in that time, getting close enough that Ichiro hesitated to do anything to jeopardize their dynamic when he found himself developing a tiny little—okay, maybe not so tiny or little—crush on Samatoki.

There had been moments, though. Moments when he was pretty sure, almost certain, Samatoki was sending him a sign.

A sign that he could dare to get a little closer.

When Samatoki lifted his head to meet Ichiro's gaze in the near-dark, his expression cautious and guarded, yet hopeful at the same time, Ichiro knew there was no longer any room for doubt. No more 'pretty' sure, no more 'almost' certain.

Samatoki was sending him one hell of a sign.

"You wanna spend time with me?" Ichiro murmured.

"You really gotta ask?"

Ichiro bit back a grin. "Could take you somewhere way nicer than this."

"When?"

"Saturday?"

Samatoki had started to relax, bit by bit. He practically melted into Ichiro now, wrapping his arms around Ichiro's waist and touching their foreheads together with a satisfied—smug, really—smile of his own.

"Where?"

"Butterfly house…?"

"I'll kill you."

Ichiro laughed and bolted out of Samatoki's arms, out of that old rundown house, and let Samatoki chase him all the way back to camp.

[respitelocklyre]

I made the cheer squad!!! I have a lil more to say but that's the important bit- updates under the cut like always ✨

Cheer tryouts were waaay different than i expected!! I kind of thought it'd be a big ordeal but it was just me and one other freshman who tried out, so we were obvs accepted lol Not that we wouldn't have made it in anyways since we both looked fucking great!! Especially considering I haven't even done any of those moves since last fall. The squad is pretty small and i don't think they do competitive stuff but that's fine, we never did in high school either. I'm more interested in getting to know the rest of the silkball team we'll be cheering on, if the try-outs were any indication of what's to come 🤭 There's this cute owl-guy I might have my eye on- i think he works at the tavern too!!

Oh yeah, i also got the work-study at the tavern! I figure i'll just quit if i don't like it lol but anyways come say hi if ur on campus- i promise you'll recognize me on sight. I'm pretty easy to spot hehe

Oh oh oh and congrats to Mire for getting on the team too!! and for scoring some points with their crush (they can thank me later~). I wonder if they're gonna be able to play well while being cheered on lmaaooo

Classes have been fine, but tbh i haven't rlly been able to pay attention to them since i've been busy partying, meeting new people, and adjusting to life on campus! It's kinda overwhelming, my contacts have like doubled since i got here. And everything is like...way different, yknow? Obvs I didn't think it'd be the SAME as high school, but the vibes are soooo different is all. idk what to make of it all yet but i know that im LOVING being away from home and enjoying my freedom so far <3 Cathy told me the first month or so would probably be rlly hard but idk what she was talking abt bc no one grounds me for waking them up when i get home at 2 am and not even the raven queen can stop me from eating icecream for dinner now.

+++++

In reality, this party was kind of lame, even as Respite typed otherwise to his friends— they'd opted to ditch him for a studying session, so he sure as hell wasn't going to let on that the party was anything but lit. They had a feeling most of them probably wouldn't care, but Willow might feel a touch regretful, so the lie was worth it.

After sending the message to the group chat and briefly checking tinder for any new DMs or matches— maybe he could escape this place and turn the night around— to no avail, they pocketed their phone. How annoying. They rolled their eyes and leaned against the wall, taking a slow sip at the drink they’d been nursing for the past hour. Respite wasn’t really a fan of drinking on the best of nights and all they had to offer here was shitty beer. After a moment of pouting and observing the dimly lit room, they turned and parted the dusty, moth-eaten curtain to look out the window again.

If anyone had noticed the way Respite kept flitting out to the porch or the front window, no one said anything. They did try to keep it discreet, at least, and simply worked it into the way they naturally made the rounds every now and then to talk to different people or get another drink. He liked to move around a lot at parties anyways to make sure that he saw everyone's faces and said hi to them all.

On the opposite side of the spectrum was Mettie, who, shortly after arriving and greeting a few people, had taken an edible or something and parked himself outside on the porch. From there, he seemed to be spending most of his time at the party smoking with other people who needed some fresh air and enrapturing (ensnaring?) them with his long-winded conversation. Respite wasn't sure if this had been his goal when agreeing to come to the party, but it had been the result.

It dawned on Respite slowly that they hadn't really seen Mettie at a party like this before. Well, okay— they'd seen Mettie at one or two big house parties in passing, but they'd never actually spent much time watching him. He’d been the dealer for about 75% of their high school (it was a devastating loss to the community when he’d done his year abroad), so it was hard not to run into him from time to time at parties. But in high school, he was mostly regarded as weird and off-putting. People got what they wanted from him and were generally polite, but it wasn't like he was always invited to stick around. And when he was, it did usually end up like this— he'd put himself in a less populated corner somewhere and make puzzling conversation with those willing to listen.

In their hometown, it had felt like everyone else tolerated it because Mettie was a valuable resource. They knew his penchant for rambling, though, and tried not to engage— Respite himself included.

They couldn't place the feeling as they watched Mettie from the window now, with a handful of people gathered around him, held captive by the way he spoke. These people weren't just being polite, either. They were listening— sometimes even smiling and laughing with him. Sure, they were probably stoned too, but that hardly mattered. It's not like this was the first time it had happened since he’d learned Mettie was also attending Strixhaven. At their cafe shift, during orientation, and at the career fair...things were clearly different here.

A couple of years ago, Respite never would've invited Mettie to a house party with him. It would've been social suicide— he knows; he'd thought about it once early on and didn't even get far enough to invite Mettie before the ridicule started up— and though it had taken a lot to fight against their instinct, they needed to test their theory: Did people here actually like Mettie's company? This party seemed to confirm it for the positive.

In Respite's mind, the jury was still out on whether or not Mettie was cool, but at the very least it seemed like no one was going to corner him in the bathroom and interrogate him about why they saw him talking to the freak who looked like he was one bad day away from shooting up the school (untrue, of course, and tasteless in a way only teenagers could be, but Respite had forced out a laugh at the time).

There was a feeling of relief in that. In knowing that neither of them would be under constant scrutiny from peers and adults alike. Being unknown was freeing in some ways.

But there was a dread in it, too. In losing the structure Respite had spent years delicately building the pieces of their identity around.

A memory from when they were kids came to mind unbidden, of the time Respite had accidentally knocked over one of Mettie's earliest sculptures. It had been unsteady and the base made of air-dry clay toppled easily when Respite bumped the dresser in a fit of energetic excitement, sending it crashing to the ground. The roughly attached bits and bobs came loose and scattered across Mettie's bedroom floor, transitioning from art to disjointed pieces without purpose or clarity in an instant.

For what it was worth, Mettie had taken it in stride even as Respite desperately crawled under his bed with a flashlight to gather everything, apologizing and promising to help him glue it back together. After staying quiet for some time, he'd declared it an act of fate that only added to the piece and gave it new meaning. Respite didn't understand, but they'd been so terrified of being yelled at that they nodded in agreement even as their cheeks were pink from crying. They still attempted to fit some of the pieces back together until Mettie insisted they just put it in an empty shoe box so that he could make something new of it. To this day, Respite had no idea if Mettie had ever fixed it, restructured it, or simply left it as a memorial in his closet.

They wrinkled their nose up at the unwarranted assault of a flashback. Clearly they'd been hanging around Mettie too much already if their thoughts were starting to get this metaphorical. He downed the last of his warm beer, hoping the bile on his tongue would force him to refocus on the party.

[kookies2000]

One reason I love The Owl House, LGBT+ representation of course. And this has obviously been said over and over before with everyone telling their own reason and story, so here's mine.

I didn't know what homosexualilty was until I was 16 years old and in theater. I saw a poster that said pride club and I had a lot of questions. I asked the master of our house and they said that homosexualilals were people of the devil so I shrugged and listened. Said what they wanted me to say. Long story short, theater class was full of homosexuals and they weren't as bad as my house hold described them to be. Heck, they were the most accepting people I ever met. Once I started warming up to the LGBT+ community, I made a transgender OC in a story I was writing. Still remeber writing a fan fic for FNAF and I made a trans girl as an important part of the story. My little brother asked about my story and I happily introduced my trans girl to him. Why was she trans, the story was about identity and knowing who you are. She was gonna be this confident girl who knew exactly what she wanted and who she was. Her purpose in the story was gonna be to help others find out who they are. I was so excited to write my story and my brother shared that excitement. To the point where he told all about my trans charater to a family member in our strictly Christian house hold. He was only five at the time. I had a massive talking, long bible lesson and punishment for it. So I threw away my story and my very first trans charater. Not to mention I was told to reject all homosexuals at my school including my theater class. I wasn't allowed to watch shows like Steven Univers or The Owl House either.

A few years later, graduation came and I still have connections with some theater kids and haven't cut any connections with my gay friends even after being asked to. Though, I'm still nervous about my very first bisexual charater and my first asexual/demi romantic charater. There's many reason's my Ducktakes story "Don't Back Down Again" has been on hiatus, but this reason is my #1 reason.

Some already know I manage to leave that house hold recently but that doesn't mean I'm not effected by what I was taught. I'm just nervous about continuing my story because I'm getting into the territory where I explore my first bisexual charater. Along with my first asexual/demi romantic charater. Maybe it's the memory of throwing away my first trans charater and the punishment that it came with. It's still there and it's keeping me from continuing from writing.

Heck, I remember always seeing Lena as a lesbian and wanting to write her as one. But I never did out of fear. Same for Violet being trans.

Though, I've been feeling more and more comfortable with writing LGBT+ characters now. The Owl House has grabbed my attention from how accurate it portrays religious abuse and manipulation through religion. It just tells our story beautifully and I couldn't help but want to write a fan fic for it. Writing down my outline and charaters, I'm starting to get use to making LGBT+ charaters. I'm excited to introduce my first lesbian couple and first gay OC. And maybe I'll be able to add a trans character as a call back to my very first LGBT+ OC.

What I'm saying is, The Owl House is a giant inspiration for me in writing. Not just telling the story of religious abuss and those who are trying to break from it, but making others feel more comfortable with them selves. I was never open about being in the asexual and aromantic spectrum until I started watching The Owl House. Lilith is incredibly important to me. Aroace lady who broke from away from her manipilator and trying to fix her wrongs, that's incredibly relatable and inspiring. These are the charaters I inspire to write and that's why The Owl House is so important to me.

[jboofan]

There's something about Manager Kim part 20

1 month ago..

"Are you going to be home for dinner?"Yoongi called out to her as she headed off to work.

Looking back, YN wished she'd realised the signals.

It was the day before Jimin's infamous dentist appointment.

YN paused. "I don't know. If I come home early to eat dinner, I don't get to work."

"You make it out like it's a bad thing," Yoongi pointed at the kitchen behind him. "I can make us thai tonight, if you like?"

He noticed she hesitated. And he did not want to spend an evening alone again.

"I'll make prawn crackers too?" he offered.

Every evening since they got married had been like this.

"Sure," she managed, this time grabbing her handbag and making it to the door. She watched him smile at her, which was rather unexpected and YN wasn't sure what she should do about it.

She shook her head as she got into the waiting car. It was when she got to work that she realised she was going to have to do something about this routine they had fallen into.

It was too easy, too comfortable and too fake.

But hot damn, the man could cook.

**

Yoongi couldn't understand why he asked her every morning if she'd be home for dinner. YN had turned this night owl, who only knew the four walls of his studio, into a domesticated cat.

YN looked like someone who lived off coffee or celery juice, and he had to admit before he started cooking for her, that was her diet. But man did she look good, sitting on that bar stool, her work jacket slung across the back of it after she'd walked in every evening tired but still surprised when he has good food on the table waiting for her.

Ever since he met her, she had always eaten with such gusto it made him feel full just watching her finish the meal he put together for her.

Yoongi figured she owed her figure to the fact she never sat still, and burned it all off. But often to her own detriment. She didn't eat on time the rest of the day and Yoongi was pretty sure she simply consumed lattes all day long.

He'd promised himself that he would keep his distance from her, but since they slept together their wedding night she has become an obsession to him.

YN was a drug and he couldn't get it out of his system. But the more he failed to not want her, the more she kept talking to him like a co-worker or worse, someone that worked for her.

*

A frown appeared across YN forehead that lunch time.

"If you keep frowning, you're going to get wrinkles on your forehead," Secretary Kim sang.

The fact that Secretary Kim had to remind her of her important meeting with Zico that afternoon, she knew she was losing that laser focus that had made her an investor, built her wealth and her success.

YN wasn't someone that clock watched, wanting to go home on time, until she got her work done. But since marrying Yoongi, she was one distracted woman. A woman willing her day away, so she could go home and see the man waiting for her.

And for what? To go home and eat dinner with a man who either annoyed the hell out of her, or confused her in equal measure?

As YN went over her strategy to win over Zico, finance a new album, show appearances even a tour, she realised she was looking at this whole Yoongi situation wrong.

She'd been living in this country too long, where everyone was polite, always afraid to say what they meant and in her case, had been abiding to Yoongi's rules with such passiveness YN wondered where her backbone had disappeared to.

YN had grown too dependant on Yoongi; his house, his food and his money.

Rules were there to be broken, or bent until they suited her. That's how she made her billions, that's how she made her life work.

And what did YN do best on the world?

She analysed. She took risks. She invested and got as a result, a damn good return.

"I can do this. He is just another company," she recited.

She'd hope to drive home, and put her plan into action; she wasn't going to submit to his rules anymore. She was going to figure out how the hell she could fast forward this VP journey, get her title and get on with her life.

But instead she'd made the trip to the dentist to pick up Jimin and find out that Yoongi had skipped the office for lunch with his ex. Who apparently was getting married.

*

As Yoongi walked in, the day after, flustered and upset that she hadn't come home, her foolish heart had fluttered. It thought he was worried for her, but instead he refused to see why eating with his ex was the worst thing he could have done to her.

As YN stared at his face, she realised she had to do something about this problem of hers. He took one hell of a risk that afternoon in McDonald's and it wasn't a calculated one.

But before she could face that problem, he had marched into her office weeks later and demanded she come back to the house, or he would move into Jin's.

Her last safe place.

Things were going to change. And they were going to change now.

She agreed to model, but that's wasn't enough for her. It wasn't going to fix her issues. Speed dialling her father, she waited as the call connected and heard him answer rushed.

"YN?"

"Dad when am I getting this job?"

"What do you mean?"

"When am I getting the VP role. When is it being announced? You wanted me married, and now I am."

"I know you're eager to take over, but the next general meeting isn't until next month. Just do what you're doing, push hard and then we have something to go to the board with in a few weeks."

"Ok, that's fine. I can wait a few more weeks. I'm going to get Zico, I've got a fashion show and I'm trying to bring a new investor onboard for our new e-commerce platform," she explained.

"Well done," her father was proud and he told her so. "Smash all that out the park and the board will have no choice but to fast track you!"

No sooner had the call ended, that her thoughts went to Yoongi. She was on to him.

Only a pabo would continue to live that falsely domesticated dream. She worked all day, slept next to him at night and was lured home by his delicious food every evening.

Suddenly the man had no work to do, and wasn't going to let her do any either. Yoongi was sucking her into his world, and she wouldn't be able to survive if she doesn't try and do something about it.

He was feeding the wild animal until he tamed it, and locked it in his precious house.

*

YN's heart beat was speeding up and slowing down erratically as she saw Yoongi come backstage with the boys.

The worst part was, she knew she had bought it on herself. She needed his money, his house, his last name. She'd profited from him, and she knew in her heart it wasn't ethical nor was it something that should continue.

YN had no one else to blame but herself. He needed a fiancé and she'd turned up with his passport in Busan, and as an answer to his prayers. And now she was reaping what she had sown. She thought she'd get freedom if she married him, but the opposite seemed to have occured instead. He'd simply tamed her, and she let him.

She knew, the night she stared at the stars, and Yoongi had stared at her, ending with one hell of kiss that she had known.

YN had known as she gazed back onto his eyes, and felt something move inside of her heart, that she was in the deepest trouble of her life.

So she cut him off, and distanced herself from him. He was an employee, her employee and she had to stop playing the fool. That meant not turning up to their team dinners anymore. She wasn't their manager, and there was no valid reason for the chairman to be eating with the band.

There was also no valid reason to go with them to rehearsals, TV stations, promotions or photo shoots.

She distanced herself for a whole month. Moved to Jin's and then eventually, with her trusty secretary decided Korea was too small a place for her. It was time to hit the road, and when she realised Zico was embarking on a US tour, she jumped at the chance to go home - because no matter how much she dressed it up, Seoul was not home.

So she ran away, it was what she was good at, and back to LA. Back to her own people, her own business, and pulled a little of herself back together again. Then she'd chickened out about telling Yoongi how she was feeling in person, so tried to call him instead.

After being unable to get through to him for a few days, she gave up. Especially when he made no attempt either. Figuring he didn't need her anymore, it became easier to sit in her massive office, overlooking central New York and get on with work.

No distractions, no phone ringing because BTS still treated her as a manager instead of a chairman. No messages about having to drop what she was doing to accommodate a dentist appointment or collecting Namjoon from a museum he had gotten himself locked in, or having to actively avoid Yoongi in public, so the world didn't put two and two together, and realise she was married to him.

*

Yoongi had no idea how to function right now, or how to handle the situation he now found himself in. How was he supposed to act like she was his chairman for the cameras but pissed inside that his wife had all but disappeared for a month, to turn up at the same fashion show he found himself visiting?

At least she doesn't know I've been living like a drunk homeless guy for the last month.

He was ready to read her the riot act, demand she come home. Maybe tell her that he would support her to become VP and once she did, explain that he had real feelings for her. But suddenly he lost all resolve as he watched her.

Mutely, he listened to the boys agree to visit the bar by their hotel later that evening for some pool and beers.

"Smooth dude," Jin side glanced him as Yoongi dabbed his shirt with several tissues.

"Hey sweetheart," Jin grinned moving forward to wrap her in a tight hug, seeing that Yoongi was frozen and hadn't quite got his feet to move one in front of the other.

"Hey Seokjinna," she smiled hugging him back.

"What you been up to?" his eyes crinkled up at the sight of his sister.

"Stuff," she grinned.

"Stuff?" he smirked, "let's have a party to welcome you back, maybe you'll share more details," he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Namjoon followed up with a hug after as the two of them exchanged quiet words in English.

"It's so good to have you back. He's been a lost cause without you," he smirked.

"I see," she sighed, albeit happily as she realised everyone had turned up today.

Yoongi moved towards her as fast as he could, but Jimin knocked past him unexpectedly running over and excitedly hugging YN. He couldn't help noticing how much happier Jimin was, the two of them had started talking animatedly about his teeth before Jungkook started hollering for her attention next.

"How's ma girl?!" he grinned holding out her hand delicately as they fist bumped. "Girl how you doing?!" he grinned, he couldn't help it.

"I'm good Kookie, you been taking care of yourself?" she fist bumped him. 

Hobi was next to greet her, showing an avid interest in the feathers that were adorning part of her last outfit, and wanted to check them out later when she had rested.

"OK me and you need to have a sit down about them feathers. What are they? Synthetic? Real? How you get those feathers so sharp, what is that a glue?" he bombarded her with question after question.

"Boring," Taehyung rolled her eyes at Hobi before smiling back at YN, "How long are you here for? When you coming back?" Taehyung seemed to ask the question on everyone's mind.

YN didn't get the chance to answer as Yoongi moved forward.

"Hey," he stammered.

"I'd say you look good, but someone needs a bib," she pointed to his now slightly damp shirt.

"It was the shock, can't think straight sometimes," he managed quietly enough for her to hear.

YN leaned on the chair beside him. "How've you been?"

God it felt good to take the weight off her feet.

"How do you think I've been?" he answered clipped, gone from angry to agitated. He was frustrated, upset, violated but she got that. She understood.

She'd spent the best part of a month feeling like shit, so God only knew how he felt.

"Hey! She's just being polite—" it didn't take much to wind up Jin these days as he snapped back loudly at Yoongi for his rudeness.

YN looked back at Yoongi and then Jin "Really? Can we just chill?" 

Jin sighed dramatically, but YN got it. She'd been a bad sister. Especially since he'd hurt his hand, and she'd not had the decency to check on him.

"Gimme half hour then we'll steal some wheels and can some air in our hair," she smirked and it raised half a smile out of Jin.

It pricked that she hadn't stopped to ask Yoongi how he was, if he had anything planned for the two of them; instead she was off making plans with her brother. Inadequacy reared his head, and before he knew it he was back to his skinny younger self, weak and scrawny. And Jin was the charming one, the one that got all the girls.

Yoongi was jealous. Plain and simple. The air in his lungs burned. He didn't need to be, but she'd blown in with the wind and been able to in a matter of minutes get everyone onside, but barely said more than just a few words to him. He'd struggled to have a conversation with his wife in the last four weeks, yet YN looked like she'd been able to accomplish all that with ease. 

"You don't mind if I steal YN for a bit?" Jim pleaded with Yoongi.

"Sure," he smiled moving back.

It's not like I've missed her.

"So you have one conversation with Taehyung and jump on a plane?" he murmured to himself. He didn't mean it to come out as cold as it did, but he couldn't help it.

"I was going to be working the show and Taehyung loves the brand. Besides, was planning on being back soon anyways.." her words fell on deaf ears. 

"Where's the rest of your bags," he cleared his throat, "I can grab them for you?" the polite but cold Yoongi was back.

"I didn't bring a whole lot. It's back at my place."

She has a place? It's the first I'm hearing about this.

He walked out the room before she had a chance to reply, Jin too excited to see his sister failed to notice.

"What's wrong with him?" YN looked at Jin clueless.

**

"What's up your ass?" Hobi smacked the ball into the top right pocket and looked around the pool table for his next shot on target.

"Nothing."

"I'm thinking it's a YN shaped nothing boys," Namjoon joined in.

"What's up? She ain't given you a kiss yet?" Jungkook made smoochy noises as Jin walked in and helped himself to a drink.

"Our Genius Producer here is all whipped up for her," Hobi told everyone, as he missed the blue ball and waited for Yoongi to line up his shot.

"Shut up," Yoongi sighed as he missed a basic shot.

"Noona looked amazing! First our manager, then our boss and a model too? YN is living her best life!" Taehyung was crunching on peanuts loudly now. "I gotta ask her to show me her runway walk."

"Can you not talk about her appearance like that," it made him uneasy when people acknowledged her beauty and prompted his unwanted jealousy. "C'mon guys, she's just trying to do her job."

"You should chill," Namjoon told him, "But man you really getting jealous? Of what Tae just said? The same Tae that cries if you eat his food? The one that can't cook to save his life? Man, you're in a bad way. You ought to get that checked out."

Yoongi couldn't believe that even calm, passive Namjoon was joining in with the jokes at his expense. What happened to having each other's backs? Brothers to the end of the line.

Jimin laughed louder, "Yoongs is simping on main. He just wanted to be tied down for life."

"Hey ain't nothing wrong with that," Yoongi told them. "But it's not like that," he tried to downplay how she made him feel.

"Says the guy who's been waiting for his wife for weeks," Jin gave him a small smile.

Yoongi's thoughts bizarrely went back to how she looked, strutting across the road to their wedding, unashamed, confident and comfortable. Their wedding night made him blush hard, he gulped his beer quickly to hide his embarrassment.

"Can you, just stop talking please," he blushed again.

"Oh snap," Jungkook gasped, "he loves her. Smooth like butter, like a criminal undercover, YN has stolen his heart. Yoongi hyung is in love, she's thawed his heart," he had the biggest grin on his face, no longer able to contain his hysterical laugher.

"Seriously?" Jin asked seriously, not that anyone noticed.

"Of course he does, otherwise why would he marry her?! He loves her obviously," Taehyung sipped his beer, wiping the foam mustache with his tongue.

"Mind you the size of her rock is massive," Namjoon added, "who knew you had such great taste in jewellery!"

"If your ring ain't gonna be big, you better be packing elsewhere," Hobi sang out.

"Really Hobiyah? That's not really tasteful is it?" he looked at him disappointed.

"What? I'm just sayin," Hobi cackled.

"Saying what?" YN asked, walking in.

"Nothing, just if hyung ain't gonna give you a big ass ring, bet he's offering something bigger," Taehyung automatically replied still trying to reach the foam nestled on his nose.

Taehyung saw everyone's deadpan faces, the sheer look of horror upon Yoongi's face, Jin could only making eye contact with the floor, Namjoon pretending to answer a phone call and Jungkook finding his water extremely interesting.

"Oh wow, you nasty," YN helped herself to a big handful of popcorn and couldn't wait to get out of there quick enough. "I ain't having this conversation with y'all."

"Shit we didn't mean it like that, we were just taking the piss outta Yoongi, it was just a joke," Jimin tried to explain.

"Yeah, anywhoo," she looked just as uncomfortable as Yoongi was and turned to leave.

"Baby they were just joking it didn't mean anything. Stay please?" the words tumbled out, as he snapped an arm out quickly to pull her hand back. "Actually let's go," he gave his cue to Jin hastily who waved his bandaged hand back at him confused at how he was supposed to play with one hand.

"It's fine, you don't need to explain anything," she was already half way out the door. There was no smile, no laughter, hell she wasn't even looking at him. The smile and jokes she had for everyone else suddenly weren't good enough for him, and he was becoming annoyed.

Even when he was out of line, she seemed to be the antidote to his stupidity.

"Can we talk? I've not had a minute to myself with you at all today," he touched her elbow to turn her around, "you spent all your time with the boys or Jin."

Her doe eyes looked up at him, "Jin hurt his hand and didn't tell me."

"Oh. Oh! OK, well I can come up and we can order something in. Just talk and stuff if you like? I'll tell the guys to keep it down."

"It's all cool. You don't have to," she smiled as the others tried to carry on the game and not make them feel awkward, which of course made them feel awkward.

He nodded disappointed of course, leaning in instinctively to kiss her, but she edged sideways as he caught her jawline, before she moved awkwardly away the closer he got.

He wasn't expecting her to move away from him like that, the awkwardness was almost unbearable, made worse because she wasn't even looking at him anymore.

"Hey hey hey," he wasn't letting go of her so easily, not when she had been away from him for so long already. "It's been over a month. Can we fix this?"

That smell.

Of jasmine and coconut.

He caught her scent and his brain turned to mush. What the hell was that? OK so he wasn't going to admit that he went into three different perfume shops and had them spray every single scent so he could figure out which one it was she used. He wanted to know that the scent, the attraction that he had to her was purely based on a manufactured bottle of crush and that whilst she was away it would wear off. But it didn't. His attraction to her only seemed to get worse.

Hobi looked on at the two of them and sighed.

"Man thinks it's just a crush."

Jin, in turn looked back at them pitifully. "He's clearly delusional if he thinks he's just got a crush. On his own wife."

Taehyung shook his head as he watched them, joining Jin to nudge him to take a shot at the pool table.

"Why are hyung and YN being weird?"

"None of your business. It's adult stuff," Jin shooed him away.

"Hey," he stood tall, flicking the hair out his eyes, "I am an adult."

"Says the dude who still has to give his wallet to Yoongi to look after when we go out."

"One time!" he stomped off.

YN looked away, smoothed down her t-shirt over full breasts, a flat stomach and a waist Yoongi just wanted to snack on.

Wherever she had been, it had made sure she was tanned and her hair was a rich brown caramel. Her cheeks were rosy pink from blushing, and he remembered how they were that colour after they had sex. Just the thought of it made him start to drool.

"Fine," she said distractedly as her held up her phone , "It's gonna have to wait, that's the Board of Directors," smiling excitedly she cleared her throat and answered as professionally as she could, once again leaving Yoongi standing there.

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My comfort characters?

One of my long time comfort characters was Juudai Yuuki from Yu-Gi-Oh GX, a trend that you'll ses with my comfort characters is that they're either A, super adorable, or B, a suffering wet cat in the rain. Juudai is an example of A, at least in season 1. He's also a comfort because, like a lot of other people, I can relate to him. I will always stand by the idea that GX is really just a coming of age story, and Juudai represents that well. I can make a whole essay about this boyo if I wanted.

One of my more significant (if that makes sense idk how else to describe it) comfort characters is Dimitri (fe3h). He's got the best of both worlds, imo. He's both adorable and a suffering wet cat in the rain, oh the duality of man. Can I just give him a hug? I wanna give him a hug. He was a surprisingly big influence on my writing. The way he was written (at least in azure moon i haven't played azure gleam yet and i refuse to be spoiled) like... that's how I wanna write a character. I also cried during his supports with Marianne, and it's definitely an achievement for a work of FICTION to make me cry.

I get a lot of comfort from the Kirby characters a lot. It's because they're just so freaking cute I can just turn my brain off and enjoy the spoingles :D If I could be in any fictional world I would definitely be in the Kirby world. Even when there is stressful world ending stuff, it's still super cute! Very stress free and I need to be stress free... 😅

I have more but I don't really have as much to say about them other than whether they're adorable (A), or a suffering wet cat in the rain (B), so I'll just give a list. Some of them are from fandoms that I'm no longer a part of, just a heads up!

Yuusei Fuudo (Yu-Gi-Oh 5DS) A but in a mature way if that makes sense

Kaiser Ryo (Yu-Gi-Oh GX) Sometimes I just find comfort in other people's suffering. (People being fictional characters,I'm not a sadist irl don't arrest me)

Ok this might sound really weird and you're probably gonna lose a lot of respect for me for this but Sans the Skeleton. He's the exception to the A or B rule. I really only find comfort because some (keyword SOME) fan art is just really, really pretty and calming to look at. Also he's chill.

ENA (ENA YouTube Series) A. I find them (I still don't know what gender they are) to be just really fun. They're world is definitely number 2 for which one I would be in. ENA's kind of an "unreality" thing for me. They're world is a form of escapism.

I just started watching The Owl House and I'm kinda obsessed with it lmao, and with this obsession came my newest comfort character that I think about too much to be healthy! 🥳 It's the mother fricking Golden Guard. He's both A and B, if you were wondering. I'm a little ashamed about it, and I don't really know why, but then again I feel shame for everything I've ever done soooooo

[nerves-nebula]

Unfortunately I'll have to wake up in 4 hours but I'll manage. I don't know, I think being prone to hyperfixation is why can't get addicted to caffeine or tobacco, because it doesn't compare to the sudden flood of endorphins or whatever those happy chemicals are called that enters my body once a fixation starts. I guess I'm just mad people downplay this shit. At the peak of a fixation you're vibrating at the speed of light unable to focus or think straight but then it fades a little and yours fine but then you crash and fall into a bad depressive slump till another fixation strikes.

Like not every post-fixation depressive episode is super bad but they can get REAL bad sometimes, like dangerous levels of bad.

This ain't no cutsey "I know a lot about bugs :)" fixation, hyperfixations are like "if I don't inject bug facts straight into my veins I'm gonna die"

Aaaaaa I dunno I might just bipolar? My mom has it but I read about bipolar and it doesn't sound similar at all .

Eh who cares, hyperfixation is not a medical term anyways, it's a community made term based on the medical term hyperfocus which is used to describe short periods of fixation rather than the long form of fixation that hyperfixation is known for. So if anyone is like "you don't have ADHD you can't use that word" shut up I researched this shit for a whole day the term hyperfixation does not show it self in any medical journal/ documention, at least the ones I found online.

Anyways I don't think I can talk much my head isn't screwed on straight right now I think if I say anything more I'll start rambling about how I feel watched and that seeing spiders is normal actually how come no one else sees spiders when they're tired (this isn't me making fun of people who hallucinate I'm just making fun of myself)

yknow i didnt actually know that hyperfixation was a community made term. learn something new every day! my heads not really on right either and i think id start saying a bunch of nonsense if i tried to have a conversation rn, and then get frustrated that people dont understand me. but i like to just listen too.

one thing im grateful for is that my hyperfixations arent so terribly depressive when they stop. sometimes i feel awful cause i want to feel GOOD again but for the most part they just kind of sadly peter out. it's typically a really long time between them too, at least for me. i know i got fixated on hunter the owl house, and he was like a bright light throughout the misery that was working at mcdonalds and my freshman year of college.

and there was an intense stunt over the summer with lego monkie kid/jttw/sun wukong, where I would draw him every day. it was so easy to fall into that story because of all the different iterations.

It's kinda funny though, because despite there being others, i still remember the joker hyperfixation being particularly intense.

anyway! point is this: we're both sooo tired but i wish you well