Vaggie: Alastor, what the hell!?
Charlie: You can't hit a kid!
Alastor: That child was acting like an insufferable brat. Someone had to set it straight.
Charlie: It doesn't matter! You don't hit kids, that's no way to teach them to behave!
Alastor: Well, that's how I was raised.
Vaggie: Who the hell raised you?
Alastor: My mother's murderer.
Charlie: ...
Vaggie: ...
Everyone else in the hotel: ...
Husk: ...Yup, that tracks.
Alastor: ??? :)
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A good example !
I wanted to take a second to highlight this user in the midst of the "discourse" in spam liking and not reblogging.
When I saw this in my notifs just now, I about cried.
THIS IS WHAT ITS SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE.
BE THIS PERSON. THIS IS HOW YOU SHOULD BE DOING IT.
We are not fucking kidding when we say reblogging takes literally two seconds. This user is still liking and sharing!! You don't even have to add tags!! When you spam like we expect spam reblogging for our works!!
This is the bar. The bar is 6ft under yet lots of y'all are literally still going under it and it's fucking insane.
Anyways to you @sjsmith56 I pat you on the head and offer you a cookie. It's snickerdoodle. Hope that's okay.
If y'all don't mind, I'm tagging just a few mutuals in order to highlight this along with my other post.
@navybrat817 @targaryenvampireslayer @fushic0re @bucksangel @eulalielatibule @cocoamoonmalfoy
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I feel like for the first few years of guardianship Darius and Hunter really struggle to figure out how to refer to each other.
Like it's easier for Hunter, he pretty quickly settles on "guardian" for explaining their relationship to other people and just referring to Darius by name when talking to the man himself. Overtime the phrasing gradually warms, becoming "foster parent" and eventually, once Hunter's already an adult old enough to move out, "Dad".
(Sidenote: he doesn't move out til he's in his mid to late twenties, bc he's under no obligation too, Darius low-key doesn't want him too, and the two of them want to make up for lost time in a sense, since Hunter only had 2 years of legal dependency on Darius before aging out of the system. Darius adopts Hunter retroactively as an adult)
Darius on the other hand has a real conundrum on his hands for those first few years. He has a lot of options! But "ward" is too formal and makes it sound like Darius picked him up off the street like after his parents were murdered, "apprentice/student" isn't really accurate considering the focus of Darius and Hunter's relationship has less to do with Hunter learning magic and more to do with Hunter being housed and fed. "Kid" and "foster son" are there...but...
Look, Darius isn't going to refer to Hunter more familiarly than Hunter refers to him! He's not gonna make it WEIRD. He's not a dad, because Hunter doesn't want/need him to be (and also parenthood is scary <3). Darius doesn't know the first thing about being a dad, despite how his friend group teases him.
Eda and Eberwolf are the two who are worst about it. They torture him with how 'fatherly' he's allegedly being (allegations Darius will DENY til his GRAVE!!!) And Eda specifically compares his journey to hers, saying it always starts off with you referring to them as your apprentice (again, Darius doesn't plan on doing that), as your roommate (...kinda weird in Darius' opinion? But okay Eda), or even your pet (????HELLO???). But eventually, they always become your dumb kid when you least expect it.
She's had a couple cups of appleblood by this point, but Darius knows on some level she's right and he's steadfastly ignoring that fact, even as Eber continues to refer to Hunter as his "cub" (kinda cute but Darius doesn't know how Hunter would feel being compared to an animal). The only people who are even remotely reasonable about all this (besides Lilith who's a bit disinterested in kid talk) is Raine and Alador, who both sort of neutrally, a bit awkwardly refer to Hunter as Darius' Boy.
Darius referring to Hunter as "my boy" is funnily enough what sticks the longest before it evolves to son boy. Hunter's crushing it at a derby match? Darius is whooping and cheering, yelling "THAT'S MY BOY!!!" At the other parents in the stands. Hunter is doing something dangerous or inadvisable where others can see him? "Darius, your boy-" "AHH! MY BOY". Hunter, a year into his stay with Darius finally comes clean about everything to do with him being a grimwalker, and is afraid that he's going to go back to seeing him as just an inferior replacement for Darius' beloved mentor? Darius (who has just had to process some of the most bonkers, emotionally heavy information in his life) gently, hesitantly puts a hand on his shoulder (the 'good' one Hunter doesn't mind people touching), and says that Hunter's much more than that. He's Darius' Boy and he's not going to kick him out or get angry or love him any less for things out of his control. It's good. They're good.
Like I said, it evolves over time and 'boy' becomes somewhat obsolete as the two get caught up in the joy of finally feeling able to explicitly refer to each other as family. But unlike "guardian" or "ward" the word never gets fully retired. Even when Hunter is 30 and is arguing that he's more of a man than a boy now, he is still getting referred to by Darius as "his boy", the way some parents never really stop calling their adult kids baby or kiddo (Camila and Eda respectively btw).
Hunter makes one of those corny matching shirt sets at some point for a father's Day gift when he's 17/18, where the two shirts say "if lost, return Boy to me" (Darius) and "I'm Boy" (Hunter). Hunter mostly did it so he could own a funny shirt that says "I'm boy". Darius openly weeps upon seeing them. Like Oh my Titan he's boy. He's my boy. Oh wow
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[ Garden ] + [ Cue the Music ]
“Here you are.” The words are a gentle exhale, their steps slowing as their gaze finally alights upon Bernadetta. They may not be shocked to find her away from the crowds, but they are surprised that she bothered to show her face at all. Yuri had been wondering if they would have to pay a visit to her room instead. Head tilts, strands of lavender falling into their face before a hand tucks them back behind an ear. “Hiding?”
It’s quiet here, only the faint echoes of music that spill into the garden breaking the silence. Of course, few would choose to leave the grand revelry of the Ethereal Ball for long. A shame, though. They’re all missing out on the beautiful tapestry of stars in the night sky tonight. Yuri pauses, then offers Bernadetta a hand. “Come on, then.” A small, secret smile, more genuine than most, curls upon the mockingbird’s lips. “Dance with me. I don’t ask just anyone, you know.”
the night outdoors is sobering, silent, save for her sigh in a sea of stars. beneath the ethereal moonlight, garreg mach's flowers enchant her company more than a ballroom ever will.
she can't hide behind dorothea all night. her friend has suitors to charm, and bernadetta needs a breather from all the noise besides. the better part of her wonders why she even came. the more minutes that tick by, the sillier the weight of this dress on her feels—the fabric, the trim, the stupid attempt to actually look like something she's not: pretty. pretty was for people like dorothea. like lapis. like...
"yuri?" bernadetta blinks, begins to turn her head at that first chime of their voice. "um, kind of..."
she's three-fourths through a pilfered sweet bun when her eyes land on yuri and practically pop out of her skull. in an instant she whips her head away again, hacking and choking on whatever last of the bread she hasn't already spewed in the opposite direction; bernadetta is whacking her chest with a frenzied fist, her gaze is darting back and forth between the flowers and yuri leclerc who is wearing a dress that makes her feel like she owes them her entire estate for allowing her a glimpse, she's nearly about to keel over and slap herself out of whatever fever dream this is—when they ask her to dance.
her. bernadetta. her? she glances to her left and then to her right, just to make sure yuri isn't talking to anybody else.
then her eyes return to them. big mistake. they practically bulge and shut tightly as if she just has to protect yuri's innocence from her abominable gaze. stop it! stop looking! stop thinking! no! noooooo! i'm sorry, yuri! bernie's no better than a degenerate!!!
she's too bad at this, though. not even a second later she opens her eyes again, cornered into doing the hardest thing she's ever had to try: hold eye contact.
"you, y-you, you mean— you mean degenerate bernie? me?! dance? um, well, you see, i-i've got that thing at that place—" it's not like she doesn't know how to dance. it's the fact that yuri is right: they don't just ask anyone.
but on top of that, she's no one.
"and, and—"
...and despite that, she finds herself taking their hand in the middle of her typical babbling, gravitating to their safety like she always does. it's as natural as the way stems reach for sunlight. it's as natural as the way her violet hair falls past her ears, or the way her slippered feet glide into place.
"a-and," she continues to murmur absently, "and people like yuri don't, um... w-with people like bernie..."
because nobody wants to dance with bernie, she had kept telling herself. but yuri is probably the biggest somebody she knows, and they haven't left yet. it might be nothing to them, it could just be another dance but to bernadetta it is the world. so bernadetta tries not to duck her head too much, tries not to mumble too unintelligibly when she has to say, because they always deserve to hear—
"... yuri? um... i know you get told this a lot. you definitely don't need me to tell you. but... but, inside and out, you're seriously so..." a pause. "...gorgeous. and yes. before you make fun of me: super extra gorgeous."
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Happy Waitangi Day, if you celebrate!
thank you!!! I'd like to take this opportunity to make people aware that the current government of Aotearoa are attempting to change the treaty in a way that puts decades of work towards Māori rights at risk.
this article provides some excellent info on the situation. please notice how they're framing it- saying that "all new zealanders will be treated the same" is their way of saying "we don't think the oppressed indigenous people deserve special protection of their land and taonga". it is fucking nasty how they are reframing it as a positive thing for equality when they are simply destroying attempts at equity. it sssuuuuuucks and its bad and I would love for more people to know about it. the article also touches on the other shit things they're doing like forcing organisations to remove the te reo māori translation of their names, and withdrawing from the UN declaration on the rights of indigenous people.
basically!!!!! it sucks really really really bad and it goes so much deeper than this but I won't get into it here. happy waitangi day and let's hope future amendments of te tiriti o waitangi are made that support Māori rights!!!!
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