#pritection

[hero-i-am-not]

Nat, to Peter: Aunt Nat will murder anyone who hurts you

Loki, popping up from behind: And Uncle Loki will cover for her <3

Peter: aww thanks guys!!

Tony: And Dad will buy you Ben & Jerry's

Peter: what flavor?

Tony: flavor?

Peter: Dad?

Tony: ...

Tony: Here are the keys to the Ben & Jerry's factories

Peter: Dad!

Tony: Gotta go, love you kiddo!

Peter: Love you too :D

...

Peter, at the factory: Can I get a strawberry ice cream in a kiddie cup? please?

[rendiamberspirit]

Childhood / half Hatake AU

On Tobirama's 2nd birthday his mother takes him to meet the other half of his family with the Hatake clan. He is an Omega unlike his brothers and so it's very important to present him to the Omega led clan

She doesn't send them any notice in case it gets intercepted but she tells Butsuma she will be back in two weeks. She takes two guards to ensure the safety of the only omega in the head family

Before they reach the Hatake they are ambushed by unknown foreign shinobi.

She quickly stashes Tobirama at the base of a copse of trees. Leaving him in little more than winter clothes and the carrying wrap she had been using. Not suitable for being by himself for long in the crisp February weather. But she is a Hatake and a Senju and she will not be defeated.

Except she is. And so are her guards.

Hikaku is 8 and it's just returning from his first courier mission when he hears the most heart rending little sobs.

He follows them to a dirty toddler walking by himself dragging what appears to be a filthy blanket behind him.

He looks for any clan markings and sees none, a quick look around shows him no sign of anyone being around the child.

Trying to talk to the child is paintworks because he doesn't know enough words and just keeps saying he is hungry, thirsty, scared and mostly, he wants his mommy.

Maybe it makes him a bad ninja but Hikaku isn't about to leave a starving baby in the woods by himself.

So he takes the dirty little toddler with him. And truly when Hikaku picks him up he realizes the toddler is way worse than he first thought. He can't even tell his hair color. But wow he has adorable red eyes.

When they get back the clan is shocked to see the toddler with him and his mother quickly whisks away the boy to get him cleaned and fed.

From then they discover that not only is the boy a blessed child but he is a rare male omega.

Hikaku family is elevated in status in the clan after that and Tobirama is raised alongside Hikaku. Though it is heavily emphasized that his training will be for defense only. He is precious and they don't want him risking himself.

IDK where it goes from there. Is it madatobi? Tobiizu? IDK. Does Hashirama ever find out about his baby brother? Probably.

Just another story idea I want to write if I just stop having so many of them.

[peekychu]

The Sillies

[buildingunderstanding]

Yesterday, I decided I was going to make some ticket dishes because I had air dry clay and maybe they could help my little shrines a little more tidy and also just need to create something.

So I made one for Loki and set it outside to dry and went to go make one for Apollo. I finished Apollo's and brought it outside and noticed the tiniest speck of a red spider on the mat for Loki. Now I noticed this for several reasons. One because it was a red spider near a thing I intended to give to Loki. Two, I have debilitating entomophobia and when I first caught on Loki was reaching out to me part of that was "Hey, I'm game for this, but respectfully, please cut it out with the spiders. I will listen, I will do the research, I will put in the effort, but I can't with the spiders. Especially not the big ones, especially not in my room or close to my person." And they stopped. And that was kinda how our relationship started.

So of course I noticed this tiny gremlin on my mat with Loki's trinket tray on it, and of course my immediate thought was "that's ironic" followed up by "Hey, we talked about this. Please use other means to get my attention."

I think I've seen four videos today about "messages from Loki" whilst rotting in bed because I had a headache episode. One of them, got this, one of them straight up was like "yes, I'm the one who's been sending the spiders and flies (I know how much you like them)".

Now, I know because of my background I can struggle with the idea of signs and Loki has been very much trying to get me to work on trusting my intuition again. Yesterday, I was ready to dismiss the tiny little red monster on my mat as a coincidence, I was reading to much into it. But that message came across the screen and I swear it was like I was sitting next to a big brother having a giggle at his siblings expense.

[sarah-ankh]

Being made into an outcast

Being cast as a monster by others. As unclean or unholy, or a dangerous predator

Having to hide your true self to get by

Having your body do things you don't want and can't stop.

The fantasy of being able to flee to the woods, abandon 'civilised' society with all it's hatred and judgement and be self-sufficient.

The joy of finding others just like you who understand.

The disappointment when your own kind reject you for not being *werewolf* enough.

someone (idk who bc it was anon and i blocked them immediately lol) sent some goofy ass ask re: the transcoded werewolves thing like "ah yes the trans experience of turning into a beast at the slightest provocation" and buddy you're so fucking close

the trans experience of being treated like a monster the minute you get mad about something cis people humans would have been given endless grace for

[jesibeii]

seeing Selena Gomez drink directly from the milk jug at 8 years old permanently rewired my brain 🧠

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Full on flygon redesign and why i made things a certain way!

My Flygon has 3 sets of Limbs- Front legs, Hind Legs and clawed wings.

Flygon's typically use their front legs to dig into the dirt, sometimes for foor, but most of the time to lay their eggs or dig small huts up for their young.

They usually use their wings to cling onto Tree branches, usually to molt or pritect their young from floods!

They pattern on their head traces halfway down their back to protect their scales from the sun.

Lil fun tid bits- Their Wings still make the diamond shape to echo the original flygon design! It's also why theyre see-through- to pay homage to the original dragonfly design.

Moddy asked me to redesign Flygon since ive been on a redesign kick ^^

[poppurini]

warming up to you

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader

Synopsis: you weren't too keen on the school playboy, but maybe his persistent efforts have started to wear you down?

Tags: fluff, shoujo manga inspired, modern au, mixed school, flirting, lilia cooks, silver is lilia's adopted sibling, reader (millie) likes more masculine men for a bit

Word count: 1k+

Notes: this was requested by my dearest millie @hheun!! mwah mwah i love talking to you and every time i get a notif from you im just smiling automatically at how you're handling Lilia ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

her request was very long so maybe i'll post it separately (cuz funni), but this takes place in a modern school au and the events that take place were specifically designed for millie hehehe #millia

to millie: heart attack incoming!! hope u enjoy it ;)

lilia vanrouge is the vice president of the diasomnia house

so when you first saw him, you respected him quite a bit, though his features did make him seem a little out of place as compared to malleus, silver and sebek

you quickly learned that those exact features made him incredibly popular

maybe overly so, because every time you saw him, you could see him flirting with an entirely different person

the first time you actually spoke to him, he was looking for his misplaced pencil case, still wearing the overly large science coat with the large goggles resting atop his head

"Excuse me dear, I seem to have misplaced my pencil case and I have no idea where it could be. Would you be a dear and join me in my search?"

you simply raised an eyebrow, and shook your head no

he pursued his lips and made a pouting face, but you just stared blankly at him

relenting, he sighed and turned around to find someone else to help him with his search

you could faintly hear a "... Am I not cute enough today?"

fortunately (or not), you stumbled across a pencil case at the edge of the staircase, with diasomnia, light music club, and bat keychains attached to the one zipper

hmm, he must have dropped it while switching classrooms

so you bring it to the diasomnia house room, where you were greeted by silver

you entrusted the pencil case to silver, but not without him asking for your name and class so Lilia could say thank you properly

of course, you tried to leave, really not wanting to get involved in any sense with the playboy and his fanbase

but silver being the dear that he is insisted on having your name

the next day, as you were walking to your classroom, Lilia appeared seemingly out of nowhere

he thanks you, but starts rambling off "Oh I knew I was cute enough yesterday! How sweet of you to help little old me, khee hee!"

ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ ...sure, lilia-senpai

you try to brush off his gratitude with a quick "you're welcome" and "it wasn't a bother really"

but then he's spouting "It must be fate that you were the one to help me! Darling, won't you let me return the favour? Perhaps, with a date?" he says while batting his eyelashes cutely

??? no??? you weren't into the cute type of guys, you liked more masculine, muscular men ahem leona senpai

so you rejected him honestly, but rather than be upset, his eyes are just twinkling mischievously (uh oh)

after that event, you just started encountering him randomly in your school life

popping up randomly to ask you out because he looked particularly cute that day

asking you to come over to the light music club after school

you continued to reject him, thinking he was just playing around like with all the other girls

but then one day, he came up to you with a request

"Dear, would you happen to be good at baking?"

see, silver's birthday is coming up, and apparently it's all the rage nowadays (so he says) to have a homemade cake rather than a store-bought one and "of course, it's also more nutritious"

but, rather infamously, Lilia's not the best cook

see the white day incident, where he made chocolates in return for all the ones he received and almost succeeded in murdering everyone's tastebuds

so nobody really wants to work with Lilia in the kitchen, not even his devoted(?) fangirls

usually you would've rejected his request, for two reasons, one being the rumours of his cooking, and two being not wanting to become further involved with him

but he seemed so sincere about his wish for silver, and so downcast at being unable to make the perfect birthday cake that you couldn't help but agree

on the condition that he listen to your every word whilst working in the kitchen

and thank god for that condition, because you quickly learned why he was a bad cook

"But this recipe isn't nearly nutritious enough! Shall we add some lettuce? Or perhaps..."

Lilia, we're baking a cake, not a salad...

you felt so bad for whoever was his partner in home economics

but you gave him the task of whisking the eggs after having him prepare the stovetop, where you planned to melt the butter in a saucepan...

"There was one time I went abroad and brought something back for Silver..." Lilia recounted, his hand hard at work whisking the eggs.

But just as you were getting lost in his storytelling, disaster struck. The stovetop suddenly caught on fire, flames dancing dangerously high. Panic welled up within you, and before you could react, Lilia acted swiftly.

"Careful!" he exclaimed with urgency. With the grace of a gallant knight, he pulled you close, his body a protective shield against the fire. His surprisingly serious face caught you off guard, the fiery glow reflected in the depths of his crimson eyes. His arms were a fortress, secure and tight around you.

Thump. Thump.

In a matter of moments, Lilia turned off the gas and moved the saucepan away from the stovetop, as if he were used to dealing with emergencies in the kitchen.

"Are you alright, dearest?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

You took a moment to collect yourself, your heart still racing. "Oh, uhmm, yes, I'm fine... Wait, did you turn the stove all the way up?"

Lilia looked a bit confused as he admitted, "Yes? I wanted to melt the butter faster."

You couldn't help but shake your head in exasperation. "Lilia!!!" you exclaimed, incredulous at his impulsive cooking decisions.

He chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the near-disaster. "Well, it did the job, didn't it?"

thankfully, you manage to finish the cake without either of you getting hurt

it's not the best looking cake, but it definitely has a homemade feel to it, only enhanced by the chopsticks used to support it

you also get invited to silver's birthday party! lilia keeps trying to take pictures with you and ask you out

only this time, you can't help but feel more affected by his attempts than you were before

maybe you've taken a liking to the playboy afterall ;)

"Goodness, isn't it about time you give me a chance, darling?" Lilia playfully pouts, placing his hands on his hips in a mock display of irritation.

He sighs, before a rueful smile graces his lips. "Well, I suppose it's alright for now. I'm a very persistent man, you see," he says, his unwavering gaze fixed on yours.

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[sakura-rose12]

Thank you for depicting Law and Cora the way you do. I love love love their relationship so much no matter the form it takes, but seeing everyone always write is as dad/son makes me sad because it feels like that doesn't capture the whole of it at ALL. And seeing you write it as so much more than that, that they love each other deeply and without a proper name to it, just makes my heart warm :') They love each other your honor and you are doing AMAZING at depicting it

(Also, as a side note, imagine Law being Sad and Stressed for whatever reason [i'm thinking nightmares or just a Bad Day in general] and Cora just. Comforting him with hugs and nuzzles/cheek or forehead kisses until Law is calmer and smiling again. Or Cora getting pritective over Law because a marine is being a jerk (to put it lightly) or someone is getting disastrously close to pressing some trauma buttons for Law. Just. Cora comforting/protecting Law even if Law is trying to act like he's fine or unaffected.)

THANK YOU VERY MUCH. THIS MEANS A LOT!! I want their relationship to be equal, as adults, as friends, family and as crewmates.

YO, Let me tell you I am already working on another little thi g where Law is seeking out comfort after a nightmare because I WANT COMFORT!!!!

[cherryxsapphic]

So, I have a request! (If you don’t like this request idea, you don’t have to write it!)

Marilyn x fem!(can be a student or a teacher)reader, where Marilyn is extremely overprotective over reader. R is used to her pritective nature, but it sometimes goes a bit too far, when Marilyn won’t let r hangout w her friends or go out in a certain outfit. Or when someone tries to hit on r, she would immediately come over and wrap her hand around r’s waist.

So basically just overprotective Marilyn, maybe some angst! You can choose how it goes!

Take your time <3

This is for the lovely @m1lflov3rrr I am dreadfully sorry that it took me literal months to even put this out, but I do hope you enjoy!!🍒

Also a special thanks to my pookie bear @h-doodles for helping me with this, I couldn't have done this without you!! 🥰

You were sitting down peacefully in the quad by yourself. Sandwich in hand as you jam out to some music blaring through your earbuds, bobbing your head slightly to the rhythm when you suddenly feel a sharp fingernail aggressively tapping your right shoulder. You jumped slightly at the sudden interruption, whipping your head towards the person in question, setting them with an annoyed look only to soften when you realized it was just Enid, Enid Sinclair, the local colorful werewolf. You take a moment to pause your music and pull out your earbuds, setting them down gently on the table alongside your forgotten sandwich. Spinning your body around the school bench, finally giving the very excited wolf your full attention, looking up at her from your seated position, you give her a sheepish smile before speaking.

“Sorry, Enid! I was so caught up in my music that I didn’t notice you there!”  

"I know, silly! You've been hard to see around these past few weeks, so I just HAD to come over."

"I got busy…" You fight to keep your blush down as you think of what, or more accurately, who exactly got you busy. "My schoolwork has been slipping, so I asked a few teachers for extra work." You say, to cover it up.

Enid nods, understanding. Being a student with academic achievements, she often saw you poring over textbooks in the library OR trailing after your teachers for extra lessons during your free time, orders from your strict parents who monitored your progress over your head. “Well,” she starts, clasping her hands together. “Me and the girls have missed you a lot, so I wondered if you were free tonight?”

Guilt seeps into your bones when you hear the hope in her tone. You have been neglecting your friends and a dark whisper inside your brain–

“I suppose I’ve pestered our teachers enough, and I just finished passing the latest exam, so… I guess I'm free." 

“Yayyy!!!” Enid does a little happy dance before lifting you for a hug. You shouldn’t be surprised by the excitable werewolf’s strength, but you gasp a bit anyway. “We’re going to a party in the woods tonight; you HAVE to come!" 

When she finally puts you down, you sigh and shake your head. “The woods? Enid, you know Weems banned us from going there, right?”

“Don’t worry; the party is located somewhere TOTALLY safe—”

“Hey, girlies!” you stifle a scream when a cold hand suddenly touches your back. “Finally caught us a live one, huh?”

“Haha, hilarious, Tanaka.” your tone dripping with sarcasm as you turn around to give the vampire a playful slap on the hand.

“Don’t start. You’re going to the party, and I’m going to your dorm later to ensure you’re dressed right.”

“I haven’t said yes yet!”

And here you are in your dorm room, contemplating your life choices before sighing, putting on something comfortable, and grabbing your comfort jacket that belongs to Marilyn. You put the coat to your nose and breathe in her wavering scent, wishing you were with her instead of going to this stupid forest party. Falling on your bed, you bend over clumsily, grabbing your shoes off the ground and putting them on as you were just finishing tying your shoes—

Yoko and the FUCKING Scooby gang burst into your room like a pile of rats searching for cheese. 

“Girliepop, you’re not wearing THAT to the party, right?” Yoko asked, looking you up and down.

While holding Mari's jacket, you looked down at your black jeans, red Converse, and a favorite baggy shirt. Then back to Yoko, who opened your closet and rifled through your clothes while Enid talked animatedly to a sulking Wednesday.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

Yoko pointedly looks at you and pulls out a short, skimpy dress. You blush as you remember Marilyn telling you it was a dress for her eyes only and that you would never wear it out. “You’re simply holding out on us, omg.”

"Yeah, the party's in the woods, so that's a hard NO on wearing that one!"

"Oh come on, what's the point of having that snack of a body if you aren't gonna use the right wrappers?"

"Listen, my tits spill out in one move in that one, and I'd rather die than return it to the store because of anxiety, so you can just. Pick another one… please?"

Yoko pouts but acquiesces to your pleading. Flipping through some more, she finds a similar-looking skimpy dress, but a little longer than you were confident you'd make out with your dignity half-intact.

"Here."

"Oooh!" Enid moves over, done pestering Wednesday for the moment, and oohs and ahs over the dress before starting again. "Pair it with the heeled boots, and wear tights if you're concerned about the cold."

"I mean. I'm bringing along this jacket, but why heeled boots—”

“Because we said so. Now hop to it.”

Throwing your hands up, you take the new outfit and walk to your bathroom to change. 

The party in the woods was in full swing, the rhythmic beat of music mingling with the laughter and chatter of the gathered crowd. Strings of fairy lights adorned the trees, casting a warm, enchanting glow over the makeshift dance floor. Enid, the excitable werewolf, led the charge in festivities, dragging you into the heart of the celebration.

As the night unfolded, the atmosphere grew electric, the energy contagious. You found yourself dancing with newfound friends, the pulsating music drowning out any lingering doubts. However, the borrowed outfit — a compromise between your comfort and the party's expectations — seemed to attract more attention than you anticipated.

Yoko, the lively vampire, strutted over, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Girl, you're the life of the party! Everyone's talking about that dress!"

You blushed, feeling both flattered and self-conscious. The beats throbbed louder, urging you to lose yourself in the music, and you obliged, dancing away the concerns that nagged at the edges of your mind.

But as the night wore on, a discordant note disrupted the harmony. The distant growls of the creature you encountered earlier echoed through the trees, casting a shadow over the revelry. The carefree atmosphere shifted, and hushed whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire.

Enid, always exuberant, tried to downplay the unease. "Guys, it's probably just some forest critter. Don't let it ruin the party!"

Yet, the anxiety lingered, and a subtle tension threaded its way through the crowd. The music played on, but the once carefree dancing took on a more cautious rhythm.

Suddenly, the distant growls escalated into a deafening roar, and panic rippled through the partygoers. People scattered in all directions, the fairy lights casting eerie shadows as they dashed for cover.

Enid grabbed your arm, eyes wide with fear. "We need to get back to the school—now!"

Chaos ensued as the revelry devolved into a frenzied scramble. The once lively dance floor transformed into a chaotic scene of stumbling figures, their laughter replaced by shouts of panic.

As you ran back toward the safety of Nevermore, you couldn't shake the feeling that the creature's pursuit was closing in. The enchanted woods, once a backdrop for joyous gatherings, now harbored an ominous threat.

The party had taken a turn no one expected, leaving a trail of chaos in its wake. In the midst of the pandemonium, you yearned for the familiar embrace of Marilyn's jacket, a reminder of comfort amid the unforeseen disaster that had unfolded in the enchanted night.

‘I’m going to die. I’m going to fucking die, and it’s MY fault.’ I scream inside my head while I dart left and right through the trees. Protip: do not wear heels when going into the woods. Scratch that. Trust no one except Mari. Everyone is dumb EXCEPT Mari, especially when they say the woods are safe, there is NO monster, and you’re going to have SUCH a good time.

I could’ve enjoyed a nice cuddling session with Mari if I just stayed in bed and waited for her like usual, but no. I had to let myself get guilted and dragged to this party in these stupid heels and dress, and now I’m being chased by a BEAST, and I don’t even have my phone to give Mommy my goodbyes!’ 

The monster roars somewhere closer behind me, and I feel like I will have a HEART ATTACK! But I'll be fine once I get to the school, and look, there's the Hogwarts-looking building right there. So I just keep running. Thinking I'll be okay, my dumbass trips over a branch, and suddenly, I just want to give up. I feel like those dumb girls in those low-budget horror films.

As you scramble to your feet, panic gripping you like a vice, you hear the menacing growls of the pursuing creature drawing near. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you sprint toward the safety of the school building, your heels abandoned in the unforgiving underbrush.

The imposing silhouette of Nevermore looms ahead, a beacon of hope in the darkness. The monster's roars reverberate through the trees, pushing you to run faster, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Just when you think the creature is on the verge of catching you, the school's entrance comes into view. You burst through the doors, heart pounding, and slam them shut behind you, momentarily cutting off the creature's menacing sounds.

Safe within the confines of the school, you lean against the door, catching your breath. The echo of your heartbeats seems to drown out the lingering fear. The school hallway stretches before you, the familiar surroundings offering a stark contrast to the perilous adventure you just survived.

As you compose yourself, you realize that the night took an unexpected turn, and your friends might not have been entirely truthful about the safety of the woods. Thoughts of Marilyn flood your mind, and a profound longing for the comfort of her presence washes over you.

You decide to retreat to the quietude of your dorm room, shedding the borrowed outfit and slipping into the familiar warmth of Marilyn's jacket. The scent provides solace, grounding you in the reality that, despite the night's chaos, you are safe within the walls of Nevermore.

Reflecting on the events, you vow to prioritize your own well-being and not succumb to peer pressure. As you drift into a contemplative state, you can't help but yearn for the simplicity of sharing a peaceful moment with Marilyn, free from the chaos that lurks beyond the safety of Nevermore's embrace. 

To be continued…

Sorry for the lack of Marilyn in this chapter but don't worry there will be more in part 2, if y'all want a part 2 you that is?? 🤭

Tags: @s1nful-sa1nt @sssappling2004 @marilynthornhill @proton-selfships @philip-15 @luucyyyy (and anyone else who wants to be tagged ♡)

[bumble-the-sun-bee]

Curls around you like a shield to pritect you from future cramps

My comrades must not suffer in tis’ cold pain alone...

@stormbreaker-290 u to

cu bble pudd le

[pokemon-teacology]

It's less that it's illegal and more that it's very very dangerous and also a protected area. It's an SSSI and technically a national park, only verified personnel with certain licences and permits and insurance can go in and conduct research there, not only because it's old and practically untouched by human presence, it's also considered its own ecosystem seperate from the rest of paldea.

Most Pokémon that can't get into the crater without falling to their doom don't, so their specific biological niches are filled by other Pokémon. If a new species of Pokémon to that area get in there, they can overfill that biological niche, possibly taking over the previous Pokémon's space and dwindling their populations, and possibly either overhunting or overgrazing, which throws the whole eocystem out of whack. Allowing your Pokémon out without very strict supervision at all times could lead to new species being introduced and the whole ecosystem fucking itself up overnight.

In spaces like this, too, the Pokémon grow to be a lot stronger than usual, since there's a limited amount of territory and food at all times. So theyll fight more with one another when that territory and access to food is threatened. They will have the same attitude towards you and any other new person that go down into the crater. They will fight, they will fight mean, and they will not let up until you and your Pokémon are no longer a threat to them and their territory/food/young.

So yeah no it's less that it's naughty to go against school rules, and more that ignoring those rules could get you killed by a feral Pokémon, or could get an ecosystem ruined.

You guys are all "be gay do crime!!!" on this webbed site until someone wants to go in the great crater then your all like "nooo don't do that its illegal :((("

[melkyt]

The necromancy of Thay, an all-around murderous book not for the weak of heart. Astarion and Gale both make a bid for it with Tav on different nights.

Astarion wins out in that he hopes it holds answers to somehow break the control of Cazador if the tadpole goes away.

Gale's talks about the benefits of the tome in terms of magic and power. It doesn't sit right with Tav, and they suspect Gale is hiding something. If Gale was honest that he wanted the tome for his own bid to freedom from the orb, then Tav would have made them share. (lol)

Tav feels guilt going so fast for a cure when it could send Astarion right back to being controlled. So yes, they give it away to the vampire.

There is tension over it for many days. Gale sulking anytime Astarion tries to reason with the spirits that inhabit the text. He thinks if he just could get his hands on the book, it will be deciphered within hours.

As Astarion is not a mage, he struggles with breaking through even one layer of protection cast by the previous owner, much to his annoyance. Whatever answers it holds ellude him, but he does not give up. This continues on their journey from the grove and to the mountain pass until they arrive in the shadowlands.

They have all been traveling together for quite a while, and well, the tension is less, and they are all starting to get along on some level, Tav is happy to see. No more random murder attempts in the night is a relief. Though progress through the shadowlands is slow and arduous. They spend a lot of time at camp.

Astarion holds the books once again, settling in for a long rest. It fights him, and he is tired, exhausted even, and maybe a little bit scared as they are steadily approaching baldurs gate and Cazador. There is a desperation in his bearing as he needs to find a way to be free before the face of the forces of the absolute. Tav reassures him that they will kill Cazador, but he is not one to put all his eggs in one basket.

The book does not care how despreate he is, and goads him. He gets aggravated and throws it down with an annoyed shout.

Tav gets to their feet to see whats wrong, but Gale beets them to it. Hia annoyance at the vampire has slowly grown to concern. "I told you it needs a wizards touch." Gale picks up the book.

"If you are here to lord over me how I can't do anything right, that blasted book has already said much the same," Astarion scoffs, digging a nail into the palm of his hand. The dull pressure is a welcome distraction from his spiraling thoughts.

Gale sits down by the mans side. "No, I .... what I mean is. I could help." He opens the book to the first page. His magic pritections do much to quiet the voices. "We can read it together"

Astarion narrows his eyes. "What is your game, wizard?" He searches Gale experession for a motive but only finding genuine concern. "Why now after all the bickering over the dumb thing"

Gale scratches at his orb, in the absent-minded way he does when the answer of why is not readily available. "I've wanted to read the tome, think of it as a mutually beneficial arrangement," he smiles sheepish. He is not going to say that he just wants to help the elf and cares very little on what the book says, as long as it is no longer the cause of the frown lines on Astarions beautiful face.

The vampire is not quite sure about it but gives in, just because he is not getting anywhere and a part of him enjoys Gale's company.

Over the next few days, Astarion and Gale can often be found together at camp, talking in hushed tones as they decipher the tome. Over time they give any excuse to spend time together even after deciphering the necromancy of thay. It becomes a routine where they read books together on any topic that catches their fancy. Their two tents slowly become one before either notice. Astarion enjoying more than just a reading partner, but someone to keep him warm at night with *cuddles*

[red-might-be-dead]

i have literally been an alnst fan for like over half a year why just NOW is it hitting me im gunna throw yp baby till im so soery baby till ill pritect yoy

[refractiveashes]

How does one build a political framework

I doubt you'd be able to get a lot out of the set of objective truths. In a sense I imagine it as a complex problem of maximising whatever you consider good.

How important are the people of your country compared to others, what are fair ways to make money. What are crimes, what are misbehaviors, how do you deal with them, What parts of the environment are imprtant and how will you pritect them, how pragmatic do you want to be, how much and what kinds of differences will you tolerate, do you think religion is important, how long should your preferred society last amd how much are you willing to compromise to at least get closer to it, how attatched are you to the past, how concerned for the future?

I have inpopular opinions on a lot of those, but don't you dare ask me to justify myself. Don't look at me like that, don't pretend like you aren't going by your gut either. Egalitarianism? Don't make me laugh, scum like me doesn't deserve the same as an angel like you. The simplest approach isn't the best. Just because it works now doesn't mean we shouldn't look for an alternative. Of course the billionair doesn't deserve his money. Neither does the minimum wage worker. We get what we get we take what we take. Same goes for redustribution of course. I want the state to be competent and have the force necessary to make change, but i don't trust it to use that power responsibly. I know others are just as entitled to their culture and ideals as I am, that won't change how they make me feel.

Forget victimless crimes, there's also victims without crime. Forget reason. Forget sanity. Forget ever comvincing anyone of your ideals.

You think ideas spread because they're good? Ideas spread because people like them.

[shau-au-bomb]

Well..aside from foxes, since I am one...hmm..i like sheep. Odd, since foxes attack and eat them, I know. But they are very soft and sweet

*Bomb sits down on the grass, patting the spit next to him*

*A bit later, there's a familiar robot boy at the farms, feeding one of the cows hay and cooing at her.*

- @sculkhorde-npc-grian

Oh! It's you again!

*Bomb runs up to the kid, hugging him tightly*