#worlds easiest dog to entertain

[finelinevogue]

hot summer nights

summary - a warm summers evening with your one and only

word count - >1k

Summer had finally arrived. In Autumn.

August had rolled into September and everyone was preparing for wet weather, thunderstorms and miserable grey clouds.

So it was a surprise to everyone when the sun decided to come out and the temperatures decided to shoot up to the high 20s in the first week of September.

And good weather meant only one thing in the UK; beer garden.

You and Harry were currently getting ready to go, having texted the group chat of your closest friends for you to all meet at ‘The Rose Inn’ at 6PM.

Harry had decided to have a shower, dragging you in behind him even though you really didn’t need one. He just couldn’t keep you away from him for too long.

After you, too long, shower, Harry started looking for an outfit whilst you dried your hair.

Harry offered to finish drying the rest off for you whilst you started on your makeup, knowing how much you hate being late. Your makeup would’ve been done faster if Harry hadn’t been stood behind you with just a towel around his waist.

The both of you cleaned up very nicely.

Harry was wearing some beige linen trousers, a white t-shirt and a baby blue cardigan, whilst you wore a gorgeous baby pink dress that had a floral pattern on. Both of you looked summer ready.

“Babe! Let’s go!” You shouted to Harry, who was nowhere to be seen since about half an hour ago.

You pulled your pink Stompers, yes you call them Stompers, out of the shoe cupboard and slip them on, knowing that Harry will already be wearing his and you can match.

You go to the mirror in the hallway and readjust your hair that’s slipping out of place already.

This stupid heat.

You walked into the kitchen to grab some snacks in case you got hungry, before returning to the hallway.

“H?” You called out again. “C’mon let’s go!”

You looked at your phone and noticed you were already running ten minutes late. If you were another ten minutes late then you might as well not go.

The sound of the back door shutting caught you off guard and you suddenly understood where he had been.

You heard the sound of jingles before you saw anything. You crouched down on the floor in preparation for your Cavapoo to bound up to you and give you lots of kisses.

“Hello!” You said in your dog voice as Fred rounded the corner. Fred, Freddie, Frederick - whatever you wanted to call him - was your two year old Cavapoo that Harry had bought you to keep you company when he was on tour.

“Hello there my gorgeous little baby.” You entertained Fred as you heard Harry walk through the kitchen towards you.

When he emerged, you felt your breath hitch a little.

He looked so good.

You had seen him half an hour ago and he still looked the same, but damn did he look good. There was something about him today that made you just want to stick to him like a koala bear would a tree. He looked so soft and… yours.

“What?” He asked, looking down at where you were looking up at him.

“Nothing, just… admiring you.”

“Okay, alright.” He smiled with a heavy blush, “Let’s go before I turn red.”

“You already are red.”

“Shut up and move your cute arse.” He giggled, pulling his sunglasses over his eyes.

Harry attached Fred’s lead onto his harness and handing you over the leash, as the two of you made your way outside.

The pub wasn’t that far away from you two, so walking was the easiest option for getting there. Of course, you do live in the countryside so you have to hurdle some styles and dodge some cows, but the country walks are always your favourite.

The air is fresh and clean and the world feels a little bit more yours out here. You’re in control and Harry is too. You can decide your own choices.

Then again, you are only a twenty minute drive into London if you want to be.

Fred enjoyed the walk as much as you did. Harry walked alongside you, walking on the outside of the pavement when he needed to and he held your hand the entire time. Even when you were both getting a little clammy from the heat, he just moved to holding one finger of yours instead.

“Mrs Brown came over this morning, did I tell you?” Harry said, as you were a few minutes away from approaching the pub.

“What? When I went shopping?” You asked, being forced to stop by Fred who was sniffing for something amongst the grass.

“Yeah. She offered to bake us some strawberry tarts for your birthday party. I said yes, obviously.”

“We’re going to have so many desserts, H.” You laughed.

“Yeah, but mums bringing pizzas and pasta salads remember? And I think Gem is making some sort of vegan Greek dish. We’ll be fine.”

Harry kissed your forehead to keep you from stressing, before shouting to Fred to hurry up.

“Can you make your treacle pudding too?” You asked shyly.

“Just for you, though.” Harry nodded.

“Just for me.” You hummed in delight. “Ah, it’s going to be a good birthday.”

“Our fifth one of yours together.”

“Really? I’ve put up with you for that long? Wow.” You teased.

Harry tugged on your hand for you to stop, pretending to scoff and then pulling you against his chest tightly so you couldn’t escape. He kissed you then and there, on the side of the road, like you both had no tomorrow. One hand around your waist and the other still attached to your hand.

Both of you melted into one another and neither pulled away first. You both had to move, though, when Fred started getting restless and excited over his parents together.

“Never stop doing that.” You smiled up at him with stars in your eyes.

“What?” He smiled back.

“Surprising me. Kissing me.” You pecked his lips again for a short moment. “Loving me.”

“It’s not even possible to think about.” Harry meant it as he kissed you again, softly.

The summer breeze chose this moment to blow and it made your hair blow like crazy. Your dress blew with it and you noticed Harry’s cardigan flap open a little too. It looked like some shot out of a perfume photoshoot.

Harry helped you straighten out your dress and reorganise your hair, before kissing you again.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfic #ask finelinevogue #harry blurb #finelinevogue #harry styles concept #harry oneshot #harry styles blurbs #harry styles summer #boyfriendrry fic

[driftingmoonmenace]

🤲Please rant to us about the Guard Dog AU

Well ok, if you say so, Anon! 👀💕

So this is me being very indulgent Menace once again, and I'm sure you'll notice a pattern with me when it comes to themes and tropes I lean towards. LMAO 😂(Also this is in the very early rough concept stage so things might get tweaked with time!)

BUT ANYWAYS, so very futuristic city!! I'm talkin' like Akira/Cyberpunk 2077/Ghost In The Shell/etc style where it's very dense, neon lights everywhere, hologram ads, advanced technology, the works.

FazCo. is in the entertainment industry, but not the kid-friendly kind. They've found that the creature pit fighting scene has been a big hit globally and wanted to cash in on the big profits. Lots of rich people like to host and sponsor these matches typically and attendees are able to place bets. So Fazco. started to develop several of their own homemade creatures to throw into the ring.

A lot of these creatures typically have one to two human handlers who represent them and are in charge of taking care of them, training them, escorting them within the venues, basically everything. It pays well enough, but there is also the very real danger of their assigned creature killing them so it's a high risk job.

These creatures vary in all shapes and sizes. (Though typically they're much, much bigger than humans.) Some are organically lab made, some are organic but have technological augmentations, others are purely robotic. As long as they're able to fight and entice a crowd, that's all that matters.

Sun and Moon are unique within this world. They're partially organic, but heavily augmented, (so kind of a cyborg type of thing) which is nothing new, but their 'brain' is completely robotic and allows them to switch between their duel A.I.s.

Fazco.'s idea for them was basically 'why not have a creature that can switch up their fighting style at a moments notice to keep the opponent on their toes?' without really thinking of the consequences of that. :) (And the only way you can tell which is which is their subtle eye change (and demeanor but eyes are the easiest). Double white for Sun, double red for Moon, and their ace up their sleeve, red and white for both aka Eclipse.)

Y/N decides to apply for the handler job. (The previous handlers all had unfortunate accidents but they don't have to know that.) They know what they're getting into and risks involved but really they're only in it for the money. They'd like to get out of their shithole of a neighborhood and being able to travel is a nice perk, so eh why not. They don't have any real self preservation so as long as they're enjoying the ride that's all that matters to them.

Cue them actually getting to know Sun and Moon over time and 'oops I've become attached and man...this life must suck for them...I'm gonna pull a Free Willy. :)' But not without numerous fights in between, lots of danger with the wrong people, near death situations, etc etc first. And Sun and Moon getting attached themselves with time and being a big ol' guard dog. (And maybe a little tiny bit of love between em cause that's the monster fucker in me talking. LMAO)😌

But yeah that's all I got!! I'm happy to see and hear y'all are so interested in this AU so far!! 💕

#menace speaks #Guard Dog AU

[kouyou-arc-when]

Theory on Fyodor's ability: Crime and Punishment

With the latest chapter, I can sort of imagine like 30 theories about what Fyodor's deal could be. Honestly, there are so many hints scattered way back from Untold Origins until now about the large-scale world-building of Bungou Stray dogs that we can imagine all sorts of possibilities for a person like Fyodor. I'll attempt to entertain one of them (this is not my only theory). In my opinion, it is clear he has a power that allows him to "endure" for long periods in one shape or another. That could be resurrection, reincarnation, regeneration, life force related power..- I guess the easiest way to describe it is an ability that helps him stick around. Right now Fyodor appears immortal, but I want to theorize on different aspects of what we know about him. These are key elements I want to focus on for my theory - they helped me narrow down certain options. I feel like the solution to the puzzle is figuring out how one ability can allow him to kill people and remain alive for long periods of time. 1. Fyodor's health, lifespan, and care for personal security: From what we've been able to gather, it seems Fyodor was alive in the 15th century, based on certain references from the latest chapter. However, there is an interesting aspect to his character: He cares very little for his physical safety - he gets intentionally captured all the time. We know this to be true from the time he got caught by PM, and there are theories he also ended up in Mersault partially because he wanted to be there. Within the latest chapter, he appears to have been captured by Bram's people on purpose once more. Furthermore, he tells Ace that he is prepared and "trained" to endure starvation.

This isn't the only time he gets in harm's way - arguably the entirety of Dead Apple was him putting himself at risk. Even so, while he MAY be immortal, and he puts himself in danger of losing his life, he is very sensitive about his health. In one databook, he mentions that his number 1 weakness is specifically his weak, sickly constitution. It seems getting ill is so upsetting to him that even if he survives a difficult endeavor like getting drowned, it's something he "isn't able to afford". Fyodor mentions this when he tries to drown Sigma and Dazai. He is anemic and hates getting sick/needs to be very careful about his health, every cover is drawn to show his dark circles and pale skin, Fyodor even admires good complexions on other people because his isn't that great according to databooks. This is a huge part of his character, and whenever we see additional material about Fyodor, there is 50% chance it's about his health issues (even for DA side material, the joke was he can't do much on weekends because his doctor told him to be careful about his blood pressure, according to one bit). What could this tell us about him? Fyodor constantly complains about getting ill: if he can regenerate ultra fast, this typically wouldn't be a problem. He says getting sick would be "intolerable for him". Ultimately, in a logical setting, an immune system largely allows a person to "regenerate" and many sickly people have a reduced capacity of doing this. Fyodor being able to regenerate super fast doesn't make a ton of sense. It is perhaps possible that Fyodor can regenerate large chunks of damage, but then his body enters a state of "suspension" which is why he's sickly - however, this doesn't fully track with the rest of what his abilities can do. I believe the biggest issue with Crime and Punishment is figuring out how the same ability that can kill others also allows him to live a long life (assuming this is all one ability). To continue examining this aspect of Fyodor, the wounds on his hand from his tick of finger biting don't seem to regenerate any faster than regular?

Harukawa is not overly consistent with any of this, just like most mangaka, and we don't see Fyodor biting his hands much later down the line, but there are a couple of times when it seems she's drawing him with wounds and scars on his arm.

I can remember like 2-3 other panels that show a lot of mini-scars, but manga artists tend to not be consistent with this level of detail. Hands are hard to draw af.

2. Bleeding I am pretty sure Fyodor's ability has to do with blood. I always theorized that he murders people by sacrificing some of his own blood, leading him to be anemic - there is very specific bleeding imagery whenever he kills people, and they usually die from bleeding out. I thought that was his "punishment" for committing a crime.

How would this work into immortality? In Christianity, life is heavily related to blood. You'll hear phrases like "Blood of the covenant", "blood of a lamb", and "sacrificial blood". Every person he kills "bleeds" out, yet he is anemic? Seems too random for it to be unrelated. So, what do we know? 1) He was alive in one way or shape in the 15th century, those are his memories, implying he, as a soul, has existed for over 600 years. He is long-lived. 2) Fyodor appears to be relatively unconcerned with dying, but appears to be worried about getting sick? 3) Fyodor himself says that being ill is his biggest weakness. It's canon he is anemic, and his health never gets better. 4) His scar from getting slashed by Bram healed since then, since there is no scar right now.

5) The wounds on his fingers don't heal super fast, meaning he likely doesn't have hyper regeneration. Being so sickly implies he doesn't have pure regeneration as well (from a logical point of view, but I suppose in a fictional setting it could make sense depending on how sensitive Asagiri is to detail). If he had regeneration, even to a baseline of his regular sickly self, he wouldn't say getting sick was "intolerable" for him, in my opinion. Fyodor isn't dramatic to complain about shit that doesn't get to him - he's alright with starvation and getting beaten. This sounds like he's afraid of more permanent damage (as an immune-compromised person, I can relate) If he got much sicker, he'd return to his old self eventually if he could regenerate, and he wouldn't have to worry that much. It is more likely he has something like complete resurrection from a state of being dead, rather than being able to regenerate over time. That follows what we already know. 6) His ability is connected to blood - making others bleed, and he himself being anemic. Blood in Christianity is associated with life. Does he have some form of life force manipulation? How does all of this come together? He is old af - meaning there is something up there. How could the above connect with immortality? A super sickly immortal? Why is he so sickly if he could regenerate? How would the same power that helps him live long also help him kill people?

I think it's possible that whatever he does with his abilities wears him out, and he has to change to another body eventually. Possibilities: 1) Killing people makes him sacrifice blood, so he gets sicker, until he dies. 2) Whenever he dies, it takes him a while to come back, so he can't afford to get sick and miss out on plans. However, if he has to die, it's still not a big deal if the reward is worth it, especially since he can come back, and others cannot. 3) Purely dying and reviving is easier than just switching to another body from sickly decay. The guy seems to panic more about getting sick than getting killed. Meaning he possibly has "periods" between resurrection/reincarnation/reviving. Perhaps he needs to die to revive into full health.

I guess it's possible that Fyodor's ability is related to life force itself? But how does that relate to the Crime and Punishment aspect?

Right now, I'd like to theorize that Fyodor's ability is essentially to "possess" people like a demon. Stay with me here. I'll try to explain what I mean by this: Fyodor can "possess" bodies. If he possesses them the right way, he takes over them and "rewrites them" to become him, including the physical appearance, which is why he looks the same throughout centuries. If he possesses them "wrongly", they die. The "crime/sin" is taking the body of another person - this is a profound violation in many religious teachings. "Possession" is a sin. Being able to possess bodies is one of the main trademarks of a Demon, which is how Fyodor is always nicknamed. Before he dies, he can change bodies.

I guess the easiest theory for me to imagine is that Fyodor is just a consciousness at this point, and he needs to "possess" bodies to keep living. Every single body he possesses occasionally wears down (this is the "punishment" part of his power), and he needs to keep finding new ones to keep living. Killing people wears down his current body even faster. Every time Fyodor "possesses" a new person he completely returns to his "baseline" form, and that is why he has no "old" scars from the 15th century. I assume finding a good body to possess may be more difficult, so that is why he avoids wearing down the current body with his power. Perhaps he starts killing his current host to possess another? And that is why he starts losing blood, making him anemic. The trick is that he doesn't finish the process. The reason Sigma was "brought into the world" was for Fyodor to have another "clean" body to possess. Asagiri even mentioned that Sigma was created in relation to specifically Fyodor's color pattern. Additionally, Asagiri told us to pay attention to "Chekhov's gun" cliffhangers, and this is one of the elements of the story we never got a resolution for - why was Sigma brought into this world, and why was he specifically made in relation to Fyodor's character? Having a body created by the Book, as a clean slate, may be perfect for Fyodor. Perhaps he cannot fully recover anymore from his broken health, even when he "reforms" after possessing someone, and that is why getting sick is worse for him than death - every time he "possesses someone" and takes their body, his body recovers less and less. Now, I want to elaborate on this. Why did Crime and Punishment not attack Fyodor in the mist? I guess one possibility is that Fyodor is a sentient ability. An ability that keeps possessing people.

Fyodor's ability won't attack him, because it is the consciousness controlling the body. "Crime and Punishment are close acquaintances, the borders between us vanish"

His fake speech to Sigma might be based on "half-truths" I have a theory that Fyodor's power ultimately synthesized with his real personality and became one indistinguishable whole. "The borders between us vanish" could possibly be a reference of the border between him and his power disappearing and leaving him corrupted. In my opinion, this would also explain why Fyodor wants to get rid of abilities - he wants to remove this curse from himself. While the ability may have conjoined with the real Fyodor, it still may be lost in how to act, and the real him continues being the root of all his desires. Dostoevsky's character was based on a chapter from Brother Karamazov where Vanya talks with the Devil - I feel like this is a huge hint to his character and the possible "possessive" part of his ability. Did human Fyodor summon a devil and had it become his power? Are abilities demons? Honestly, there are so many ways to interpret what we're seeing in BSD at the moment. I find it interesting that Fyodor wanted to see Bram and his "evil"

I think Fyodor may be fascinated with the existence of "good" and "evil" as equals - and is possibly fascinated by why "someone like him" exists. Why would God create an ultimately "evil" ability? And what about others who were born with evil powers such as Bram? They are just like Fyodor, which is why he relates to him. I feel like there is a lot of discussion to be had about the possible origins of abilities - the religious imagery, decay of angel themes, Nephilim theories, but I will leave this for another post. Also, I could write pages about Fyodor's ability, backstory and how it may be influencing his world view. I sort of have two theories in my head: Fyodor is a demon, or Fyodor is a human who was influenced by his "demonic" ability. I wrote this in a rush, so it's not well thought out at all, just a bunch of rambling, so thanks for reading again <333

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #bungo stray dogs

[megpricephotography]

So I'm thinking about a dog in 2024 and I am absolutely in love with border collies.. I know thier energy is insane.. This is my question, do you walk everyday, of course you do, how far do you walk? What would I be in for? Do they bark often? I also enjoy black Labradors.. Your blog is quite amazing.. 🙏🐕

That’s wonderful you might be getting a dog next year! Whichever breed you decide on, I hope you find yourself a fantastic companion & enjoy many happy years of adventures together :) Thanks, I'm so glad you enjoy my blog!

I’ll answer your 2nd question 1st: barking. Yes!! Some are louder than others... but most border collies like the sound of their own voice. They'll likely be more vocal than a labrador!

Now... exercising. Border collies are energetic. They need to run regularly & are always eager for a walk! Like most breeds, BCs are happiest (& easiest to live with!) when they're able to combine using their brains, with getting physical excise.

Many pet dogs, even "high energy" breeds, are able to fulfil a lot of their need for mental/physical exercise by going on regular walks... Walks where the dog is most left to its own devices but has the opportunity to run & fully engage its senses, exploring & interacting with the environment. If the owner wants to get more involved & play with the dog too, then great! However, if the owner is tired after a stressful day, then they can mostly mentally switch-off & relax in nature, while their pet has fun & tires itself out!

Unfortunately (& I think it's part of why they have a rep for making hyper/crazy pets), border collies are often pretty terrible at exercising themselves on this sort of walk - where they have to occupy themselves independently!

BCs want owner participation!! They want YOU mentally switched-on & involved in their activities - exploring the wider world is only as interesting as you make it! If they aren't kept busy herding livestock for you, or doing sports like agility, then a BC needs you to come up with other forms of entertainment/exercise, which you can do together. It doesn't need to be complicated, or involve you doing lots of hard physical exertion - but keeping a pet BC well-exercised & contented will take some mental effort, on your part.

They'll often benefit far more from a slightly shorter outing, where your focus is on them & making a real effort to engage & interact - rather than a much longer walk, where you're present but disengaged & expecting the dog to exercise itself.

For some people, the prospect of a pet who demands lots of engagement & interaction, could be more work than an active dog who "just" needs regular long hikes! However, if you like the idea of having a HIGHLY interactive dog - who thrives on doing stuff with you, then BCs can make wonderful, engaging, fun companions.

This got way too long... below are examples of how I keep Flynn "busy" & help him burn off mental/physical energy outdoors! My health isn't very good - I can't go very far & never go fast but Flynn doesn't mind... as long as we're interacting.

All pics below were taken a couple of days ago, in 2 adjacent fields.

Left to occupy himself, Flynn could spend hours out in these wide-open spaces & he'd still be bouncy/bored later. Not because he's insanely energetic - no, the daft dog simply wouldn’t DO anything tiring! If I ignore Flynn, he accepts it & potters along the path... & that’s the problem! He's an athletic, intense dog & he just potters! He's happy but barely using up any energy!! If I want Flynn tired, I have to give him reasons to use his body & - more importantly - his mind!

I take the part of shepherd & sheep & get Flynn herding me across the fields. We play hide-&-seek in the woods. He does tricks & balances on things. I take photos as it's another chance to interact. We might play search games too - I make him wait, go hide a toy/treats, then send him out to find them.  

A "game"(?) that's developed over time, is that Flynn loves to find & show me interesting stuff in the environment. Stuff he will not play with alone, but massively enjoys if I join in: piles of leaves, mole hills, tree stumps, good ground for digging! The more animated I am in reacting, the more enthused Flynn gets & the more he’ll exercise - racing way ahead to find the next fun thing & the next! He enjoys it if I show him stuff too!

Anyway, here he is in the 1st field, lying motionless but focused, as he waited for me to arrive & investigate the puddle he’d "discovered". It IS an excellent puddle.

Here he is, extremely excited at the prospect of supervising me stepping into the puddle & making a splash: 

Flynn's holding a nasty soggy chunk of grass because this was such a thrilling moment, he felt he needed to have something to bite on, or he might be tempted to nip my boot!!

Here he is in the 2nd field, intent on stalking closer, because I’d crouched down & just me doing that is EXCITING: 

I crouched to look for fossils. Didn’t spot any, so I grabbed random pebbles. Flynn finds it genuinely fascinating to watch me choose, pick up, examine & toss small rocks away… He'll eagerly "help" me do this, for as long as I'll let him. He darts after each stone, as I chuck it away, then quickly rush back to watch me choose another. Here he is, concentrating very hard indeed, on a vital Pebble Examination:  

Despite not going far, Flynn was mentally (& physically) tired out by the time we got home! Clearly, he'd done important work: herding, hiding, puddle-finding & pebble-inspecting ;-) Once Flynn's exercised, he'll happily sleep for hours on end.

[bellafragolina]

YOU DID IT🎉🎉 Congrats for finishing all your request🎉🎉

Can I request for Ingo and Emmet who lives with their big sibling who basically raises them from childhood until the twins becomes a strong and famous subway bosses? How do you think their lives and struggle from childhood until now?

(Let's just say that their parents died when the twins are young and their big!sibling decides to abandon their gym challenge and raises the twins)

PS: Sorry if its weird, english is not my first language 🙏

i am weeping stories like this break my heart and mend it and break my heart and mend it i love it so much

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo and Emmet are not the easiest bunch to raise. You knew that before your parents passed, and you especially know it after. They don't quite understand what's happening, so young and unaware of the world, so you try your best to raise them. You refuse to lose anymore family, so you turn yourself into what your younger brothers need, instead of what you wanted to be

Your Pokémon, strong and capable, help you raise the twins as much as they helped you on your journey. Your battles with them are more casual, more for the twins' entertainment, since they love watching you battle. You work hard while living in the foster homes, finding ways to make cash outside of random battles, just so you can buy the boys treats and toys

The twins adore you. You're everything to them, their big siblings, their rock, the one person they can rely on one hundred percent. As they grow, they watch others go on gym challenges, and pester you about why you're not going on one too. It's the one lie you've told them, your disinterest in competitive battling, in gym challenges. You'd rather watch the twins battle than battle yourself

So Ingo and Emmet train hard. You take them Pokémon hunting, and they catch their starters, and they train so very hard. They go on their gym challenge together, hugging you so tightly before they reluctantly pull away, then face their future, determined to win and make you proud.

By the time you're eighteen, you find yourself a job, and find a home to move the boys into, while they're taking their challenge. It's not easy, and it's not a lot, but it's yours, and when the twins return rambling about the Battle Subway, you know you've got a long road ahead of you

By the time Ingo and Emmet get to college, riding scholarships to their engineering school, they've realized so many things about you. Older adults in their lives speak of you, your battle prowess, your dogged determination to win, and how it translated to raising your brothers after the death of your parents. The boys look at everything around them, the life you built for them at the cost of your own, and weep. How you love them, and how they love you

They work extra hard in school, extra hard at their Gear Station jobs, extra hard until they climb the ranks and become Subway Bosses. And they turn to you, their everything, and they give back. They shower you in gifts, they move you into a bigger apartment to share with them, and they beg you, please, let them return the gift you've given them. Go find your life, what you want to do, to be, while they handle things.

So long you've been their big sibling, their guardian, you're not as sure of what or who you want to be. But Ingo and Emmet are your boys, and they're as dogged and determined as you are, and they are willing to do whatever it takes to give you the same happiness in life, in their careers, in themselves, that you gave them. They hold your hands, tall and proud in tier uniforms, and announce to the world that you are coming, and to watch out

After all, you're the reason they're so great themselves

🍓🍓🍓

excuse me i gotta cry into my laundry now

have a good day!

~Renee

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #submas x reader #big sib reader #i cry

[jimblejamblewritings]

snakes & bets | part 7.

Summary: Social outcast suddenly makes friends? And those friends are Hogwarts’ most notorious pranksters? Despite being entirely suspicious, Y/N doesn’t question any motives. The world can’t possibly come crashing down around her…

Warnings: This whole story is angsty, hurt/comfort, smut, will end in fluff but goes through all the other stuff first.

Pairing: Marauders x black!reader, eventual Sirius Black x black!reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Professor McGonagall was seriously contemplating telling students that they could no longer knock on her door. Whoever it was kept knocking incessantly, refusing to go away. She didn’t want to hear anymore questions about if Voldemort’s reign was over. The Daily Prophet had dropped off the papers earlier that morning. It was all over the front page. Young upstart Auror, Alastor Moody, helped capture Voldemort and bring him to the Ministry of Magic.

McGonagall didn’t want to entertain her students who were wondering if this was truly the end. She didn’t want to speculate sentences about You-Know-Who. Death penalty or forever in Azkaban, she didn’t care and would rather enjoy her free time in peace. The old woman finally gave in and got up to open the door. She raised an eyebrow at seeing Sirius at her door.

“She hates me.”

McGonagall sighed. “She doesn’t hate you, she’s afraid you’re making a joke of her again. Quite frankly, I can’t blame her for thinking such a thing.”

“I’m not. I swear, I’m not. I love her.”

“Mr. Bla—”

“I mean it.”

“Sirius,” McGonagall said, quickly. “I know. I’ve seen a black dog following her around.”

“Professor, please help me.”

McGonagall found herself taking tea with two students twice a week. She had her normal tea with you. Then on a different day, she would Sirius and maybe one of the other marauders as they came up with a plan. You actively ignored them now. They couldn’t even give you a wave. Remus tried to thank you for the wolfsbane potion but you said that you weren’t interested in talking to him before he could even get out a word.

Sirius even waited half a day in the bathroom that Myrtle usually stayed in, hoping that you would come in. You never showed that day. He ended up talking to your aunt who had a few choice words for him. Myrtle told him the same thing that McGonagall did: Don’t be surprised if you’re too late.

Sirius was well aware of the fact that he might have missed his chance with you. But he couldn’t stop trying. Not until he said everything that he had to say. If you didn’t want him afterwards then he would leave you alone. But he had to tell you how he felt and he had to do it correctly. Sirius stopped listening to other people. Every idea failed and you didn’t like talking to anyone. He wasn’t using the girls, or his friends, or even McGonagall. He was just going to do it his way.

“Ow, fuck.” Sirius sucked on his fingers.

This was the fourth time he had pricked himself with the needle. You made embroidery look so easy but it took him just an hour alone to get the hoop correctly on the green sweatshirt that he bought. He tried to crochet you a skirt at first because it seemed the easiest. However, the pile of yarn that was shoved under his bed quickly proved him wrong. He looked up when the door to his dorm opened.

“Wormtail, does this look alright?”

“Decent.”

“Decent?”

“It’s not as good as (Y/N)’s if that’s what you’re asking. It looks fine, Pads.”

Sirius examined his work in the embroidery hoop. He nodded to himself. It was decent. However, it wasn’t quick. He thought he would be done before the end of February and before another Moony Night. Maybe if he had just done your name and a rabbit in the silver thread, he might have been done early. But, Sirius wanted to add little flowers on the sleeves and around the collar. He tried to mimic the style that you embroidered most of your clothes in. Finally, a few days into March, Sirius held up the sweatshirt in satisfaction.

“Prongs, I need your help.”

Remus and Peter insisted on taking a picture after James managed to get Sirius in his sweatshirt that you made for him. It took a while to get his front paws through the sleeves. James scratched behind his friend’s ear.

“Don’t you look adorable.”

Sirius growled, not that the other three cared. He picked up his gift in his mouth and started to leave, looking back at Remus when he realized that he needed one of them to open the door for him. With one more howl of laughter, his friends let him leave.

The weather was no longer freezing so you were outside underneath your favorite tree. The gnomes were back. They were laying flowers in your hair and trading their old hats for new ones. They were also swiping bread from your basket but that was to be expected. The last of the gnomes put on their new hat and ran off.

You looked over to see if they left any bread in your basket so you could have a piece. As your head turned to the side, you saw a large black dog in a red sweatshirt bounding over to you with something in its mouth. Shaking your head, you got up to leave before Sirius could reach you.

He ran faster. Thanks to the whole four legs being faster than one thing, Sirius overtook your pace and stopped in front of you. He quickly turned back into human form, dropping the sweatshirt from his mouth before he got drool on it.

“(Y/N).”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you said as you began to turn around to leave.

“Please! One talk. One conversation.”  

“Please just leave me alone, Sirius. I’ve already cried my eyes out over you in the past, I’m not doing it again. And I don’t want to be the punchline anymore. It wasn’t funny the first time and it isn’t funny now.”

“It’s not a joke.” Sirius grabbed your hand. “That list was worse than a bad prank, I know that.”

“Yeah, it was. I just wanted friends.”

He could hear the desperation in your voice.

“I know, Bunny, I know. I’m sorry, I’m genuinely sorry. We should have never done that to you.”

“Apology acknowledged.”

Sirius gave you a smile. He started unfolding the sweatshirt. “I got th—”

“Sirius.”

“Yes?” He stopped what he was doing.

“I acknowledge your apology, that’s it. I don’t accept it.”

The green fabric dropped from his hand. “What?”

“I don’t know if you’re lying to me. I meant what I said, you all aren’t allowed to make a joke out of me anymore. I’m done being a punchline.”

“(Y/N)—”

“I’ll ask the professors about ending detention, I know that all of you are cleaning the school. Thanks again for the apology, I appreciate it. That was all I wanted from at least one person.”

You left Sirius dumbfounded as he watched you walk away. This couldn’t be it. He couldn’t lose you like this. Sirius gave out a dry laugh as he picked up the sweatshirt. He never even had you to begin with. But still. He didn’t want it to end like this. The other marauders asked him about it as they sat down in the Transfiguration classroom— all the sixth and seventh years had once again been called to the room. The raven-haired boy shook his head.

“It was a failure. I don’t think she believes me.”

“You can’t blame her,” Remus reasoned.

“I know. I just… I can come up with every gift, gesture, apology in the world but I don’t know how I can make her believe me.”

“Maybe you have to let her go?”

“No, I can’t.”

“Pads—”

“Moony,” James cut in. “How long did I chase after Lily? Let him have this, just a little longer.”

“Okay.” He sat back.

The rest of the students slowly piled in. Sirius still looked for you. As the professors came in, he knew that you wouldn’t be there. None of the professors seemed to be too pleased at telling the students that they were considering ending detention. As far as they were concerned, none of them had truly learned respect. They didn’t care what you told them.

If the professors had their way, the students would be cleaning until the school year ended. They didn’t feel comfortable just letting the students off the hook. Every sixth and seventh year’s eyes went wide as McGonagall presented them the ultimatum.

“You can clean in detention for the rest of the year or write to your parents about your actions. And we will be overseeing each letter before you send them. You must all remember that actions have consequences.”

James searched his school bag for a self-writing quill and some parchment. “Already told them, easiest choice ever.”

Most students were still trying to process what was just presented to them. Surely, their parents probably had scores of consequences waiting for them. Most of them weren’t sure. A lot decided that they would revisit the idea later and, for now, would rather continue with the detention. Remus and Peter had already told the Potters, telling their parents was significantly easier.

“What are you doing, Padfoot?” Peter asked.

Sirius scoffed. “I’m not telling them over a damn letter.”

“You’re going to keep cleaning?”

“No. I need to talk to Minnie, don’t bother waiting for me after class.”

Remus, James, and Peter didn’t listen. They grabbed lunch, saving some for Sirius, and waited outside McGonagall’s door until their friend came out. Sirius was holding several letters and papers in his hands when he left. He had a lot of things to give to a lot of owls. The boys followed him to the owlery.  

“Oh, Prongs, I’m missing your game next weekend. It was the only time the Professor said I could go.”

“Okay, but go where?”

“I have a dinner party to attend.”

“What?”

Sirius explained a bit more as he gave the first letter to his owl. The marauders praised Padfoot on his idea. It was actually a step up from waltzing alone. Regulus approached his brother like he was insane when he saw him in the corridor the next day. He held up his invitation.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? They’re going to eat you alive, Siri.”

“Yeah, probably.”

“I’m not joking.”

“I know. You’re coming right?”

Regulus scoffed. “Of course, I’m not letting you die alone. They’re already pissed they chose the wrong side of the war.”

“They should be glad they aren’t being put on trial.”

Both Black brothers laughed. Regulus tucked the invitation back in his pocket. He was about to make another joke when you passed by. You were reading an invitation that your owl delivered. It wasn’t an invitation for you but your parents. They had been invited to something and were requesting that you come as well. It was less of a request and more of a command considering they told you that they already discussed getting you out of class with Slughorn.

You already knew that you were getting no say in this. That was fine. It had been a minute since you had to perform the duties of old pureblood families. It was probably because of Voldemort’s downfall. So this was either a dinner party to celebrate or it was a party where the families that were on the wrong side tried to rebuild their social status and worm their way back into high society. Every family had bad people. You didn’t think a dinner to try and join the right side again was necessary. They could just denounce their views publicly.

But purebloods had traditions and this was one of them. So you met your parents outside the gates of Hogwarts late Friday night. The dinner was on Saturday but you had to get a dress. Well, you had to pick up a dress. The hosts insisted on buying something for you. You were getting more suspicious by the minute when your parents wouldn’t say anything. They still wouldn’t offer details even when your grandparents came over or your mother’s eldest siblings— they were a brother-sister twin pair.

This seemed like more than a dinner party. You were starting to feel like this was going to be a sit-down dinner between two families, not a party with several. The thought made your upper lip curl. You only relaxed when your uncle brought his children. This must have been for Mary. Pureblood families and their traditions. Mary must have gotten into a serious relationship.

You still rolled your eyes. Only purebloods would go all out for a simple boyfriend or girlfriend. This dinner party was like the pre-promise to the promise to a potential engagement. It was extravagant for no reason.

You piled into the carriage with Mary and your other cousins— the parents and grandparents were in the one up front. The carriages sped through the streets of London. So the family lived close by? Usually, you would need to apparate somewhere or take brooms to a station and then get in the thestral-drawn carriages. You all exited the vehicles and stood on the steps of some building. Your mother put her hand on your father’s chest as he pressed the bricks on the building.

“Don’t be so nervous, honey, you’ve done these things a million times.”

“Well, Walburga and Orion apologized for their comments but I still feel like they look down on me.”

“Well, they would prefer purebloods to stay pure and I don’t think that will change but I think they’re trying on their more extreme actions. They’ve even invited Andromeda and her husband. They just had a baby, you know?”

Your ears perked up. “I’m sorry, did you say Walburga and Orion? Walburga and Orion Black?”

Your grandfather chuckled. “Still playing coy. This is why you’re my favorite grandchild.”

You were ready to run down the steps, manners be damned, when the building started to move. A house elf opened the door that suddenly appeared with a number twelve on it. He ushered everyone inside and then escorted you from the corridor into a sitting parlor with dark green walls. This house was full of Slytherin pride to say the least.

The Black family— technically Tonks since Andromeda and her husband were there too— were already waiting and talking. They were dressed just as fancy as your family was. Andromeda and Ted stuck to speaking with Sirius. Walburga was fawning over the baby. Orion took the first step by greeting your father after greeting your grandparents and mother.

The two men were awkward with each other. It was clear that getting over blood purity was difficult but something that they were actually trying to do. Sirius stood up from the couch when he saw you. You had never seen him so dressed up— his hair was actually gelled back instead of being long and free.

“You look beautiful,” he commented when he got in front of you.

“Thank you,” you said in the most curt voice possible.

Walburga chuckled. “Sirius never showed us a picture of you so we had to go off of his descriptions for a gown. See, Orion, I still have style.”

The adults laughed at the joke that you, the Black Brothers, and your cousins didn’t think was all that funny. Their house elf informed you all that dinner was ready. Like you expected, you were sat right next to Sirius. This stupid dinner was for you and not Mary. You wondered why your parents kept it a secret? It wasn’t like they knew that you weren’t on speaking terms with everyone at school and that included Sirius. You suspected the invitation said to do so for whatever reason.

Dinner was full of small talk. The Zabinis and Blacks knew of each other but were never really in the same circles. Since both families had roots that were from elsewhere, when they got to England they had focused on establishing connections with UK wizarding families. They just never got around to becoming familiar with each other. You tried to avoid immediate discussion with Sirius and Regulus as much as possible. When dessert was brought out, Sirius stood up.

“First, thank you all for being here. I know we normally do these dinners a bit differently but this had to be done,” he started, nervously.

“We could all use a good shake up in tradition,” your grandfather added. The others laughed and Sirius just chuckled nervously.

“Right. Well, I would love for this to be one of those traditional dinners but it’s not. This is an apology dinner. I did something awful at the beginning of the school year.”

He turned to your parents. “And I would like to formally apologize for having hurt your daughter.”

Sirius brought out the parchment list. His parents’ face grew redder with anger as he explained everything. Your family was a range of anger, confusion, pity, and more. You went back and forth between watching Sirius, his family, and yours. You actually continued to look at him as he met your eyes.

“We weren’t kind to you and I should’ve said something the moment I started liking you. No, I should’ve said something before the list was even finished. I can’t take that back and that’s something I’m going to always regret. I will always be sorry for treating you how we did, (Y/N). Everything I said when I asked you to the Yule Ball was real. I meant it. I swear you aren’t a joke or a stupid punchline. Not to me.”

“Siri—”

“Regulus,” Orion cut you off. “Did you know about any of this?”

He hung his head down. “Everything he said was true. The, uh, the whole school doesn’t talk to (Y/N).”

Walburga’s jaw ticked. “Kreacher! Please show (Y/N) the room she’s staying in for the night.”

“Of course, Mistress Black.”

The little house elf took your hand and led you upstairs. The room was covered in posters and full of stuff that you were only used to seeing when you went to visit your cousins on your dad’s side of the family. Kreacher showed you the bathroom and handed you some towels.

Before you turned on the water to take a shower, you could hear Walburga and Orion yelling at their sons. After you got out, you could still hear them. When you got back to your room for the night, you could no longer make out exact words. You could tell the difference in voices based on pitch but had no clue what was being said. At some point— after you heard a voice speak that sounded like your grandmother— the volume went down considerably.

You could hear the clinking of silverware and the shuffling of several pairs of feet. The shower at the end of the hall started. Whatever conclusion had been reached, you weren’t sure. But a conclusion had been reached. Your family came upstairs as you began to braid your hair for bed.

“I have a game tomorrow, so we’re going to head out,” Mary said before leaving with most of the family.

Your parents gave you the very vague answer that they supported whatever you did and couldn’t wait to see you when Hogwarts got out before leaving with the others.

You finished braiding your hair when Sirius knocked on the open doorway, holding a bundle of green fabric. He tried not to stare at your body through your satin romper pajamas. It had been a while since he saw you with such little on. Sirius picked at his flannel pants, trying to will away certain thoughts of you before he got a hard-on at a very inopportune time.  

“Can I come in?”

You nodded. He sat on the edge of the bed, giving you some distance.

“This is your room, isn’t it?” you asked.

“Yeah. I guess all the stuff gave it away.”

“Where are you going to sleep?”

“I’m sharing with Reg.”

You both pursed your lips, not having anything else to say. You looked at him.

“It sounded pretty bad down there.”

“Not the first time they’ve told me I’m a disgrace to the family. The public shaming was new,” he tried to joke. “It could’ve been worse. Reg and I are still in the will.”

“Sirius, I accept your apology.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief. This was really his last attempt. There was nothing he could do after this if you didn’t want to talk to him. He took a chance and scooted closer to you, moving even a bit closer when you didn’t move away. He picked at the green bundle of fabric in his hand before lifting it up.

“I actually planned on giving this to you when I first apologized. You make it look so easy, I don’t know how you finished one at Prongs’ matches.”

You looked at the green sweatshirt with your name and a rabbit embroidered in silver thread. Sirius tried to make it match the sweatshirts that you made for them as close as possible. The needlework was kind of sloppy and there was a clear difference in your handwriting. But considering he started over four times, he was proud of himself for finishing. He was a bit over-excited, going to put the sweatshirt on you.  

You flopped the sleeves around. Sirius broke out into the dumbest looking smile when you flapped the extra big sleeves in his face. You suddenly pulled back, thinking he would see you as weird again. His smile dropped when he noticed you overthinking and analyzing everything. Sirius quickly grabbed at the sleeves, only getting fabric in his hands. He swung them around a little before cuffing them so they fit better.

“I bought it in my size… so we could switch sometimes.”

“So, we’re friends?” You asked.

Sirius looked down at you. “I was thinking more.”

“Oh.”

You leaned back as he leaned forward. The marauder pouted and tilted his head. His hand reached out to hold your chin until you looked him in the eyes.

“I’m a bad kisser,” you said.

Sirius just dropped his head. At least now he had confirmation that you had heard some of the stuff they said about you. You poked at Sirius’ head until he looked up. His eyes fluttered closed when you held his face in your hands. He opened them to see you looking at him. You gave him a small side smile.

“Friends, for now?”

“Yeah, friends.”

Regulus leaned against the doorway. “Siri, get your ass inside. I’d like to go to bed.”

The older boy groaned, wanting to spend more time with you. You looked past Sirius to meet Regulus’ eyes.

“He can stay with me, go on and sleep.”

Both boys blinked in surprise. Regulus gave his brother a thumbs up, closing the door and leaving. Sirius looked at you.

“Are you sure? I’ll go sleep on the couch when we finish talking.”

“You can stay, mister.”

He laughed, catching on. It was his turn to be the punchline for once. Except this was harmless and he was willingly entertaining it. The two of you talked well into the early hours of the morning. It was more on Sirius’ side than yours but there was clearly some tension that was past friendship. He wasn’t sure how long being just friends would last. It probably wouldn’t even be a problem if they hadn’t made fun of you.

The conversation stopped after you yawned, making him yawn which just made you yawn again. You both agreed that it was time to go to bed. Sirius transformed into his Animagus form, curling up near the foot of the bed. It might have been a bit creepy but he waited for you to fall asleep before doing the same.

Breakfast at Grimmauld Place was a very awkward affair. Walburga and Orion felt the need to apologize again for their sons’ behavior. In the kitchen, Sirius was told that he should consider himself lucky you saw something in him. He kept poking your foot with his underneath the table, enjoying watching the smile that came to your face. Regulus was mildly disgusted as he watched Sirius rest his chin on his hand and just stare at you. He had never seen his brother so in love before. Even their parents melted a little.

As you all left Grimmauld to go back to Hogwarts, Sirius grabbed your hand. His thumb rubbed over the back of your hand and he held on the entire time. You let Sirius lead you to Gryffindor Tower. He only let go of your hand once the two of you were inside the dorm— he had wanted to make sure the entire common room saw you with him.

“Prongs, the game, how was it?”

James couldn’t speak. Neither could Remus or Peter or Lily who had come up to relax with her boyfriend in a more private space. Sirius wanted to pull you in for a cuddle but wasn’t sure how comfortable you were with that. Instead, he handed you one of his pillows and you both sat side by side while resting against the headboard. Remus recovered first at the sight in front of him.

“It worked? You two are—”

“Friends for now, Moons.” Sirius couldn’t stop himself from grinning when he looked at you. “But yeah, it worked. Bunny’s back.”

(end)

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National Burger Day

Burgers are indeed the source of true happiness, a fact supported by the rich cheesy topping, crisp flavorful onion, and splash of tomato that brings it all together with a pickle tang finish.

Or maybe you’re a bolder sort, enjoying their burger topped with onion rings and barbecue sauce in a true Western-style and a splash of blue cheese. Whatever the case, it’s hard to argue that the burger isn’t the perfect food, and Burger Day is here to celebrate it in all its glory.

History Of Burger Day

Burger Day was established by Mr. Hyde to celebrate their favorite food, and all the places they’ve sampled that make them. It’s a great system, free from any of the false advertising you may experience elsewhere. As they say, “If we say we like a burger place, it’s because we ate there and liked it.” Burger Day was created to vaunt the glories of this most perfect of meals, technically a sandwich, really a whole meal.

There is an on-running debate over who actually invented the burger. Some believe that it was invented in Hamburg, Germany, or to be more precise, the meat that would become the hamburger was. Ground beef used to be considered a waste product, the leftovers of the prime cuts that were then sold off on the cheap.

These days premium ground beef is the foundation of one of the world’s most popular foods. It got its start as a hamburger steak, a popular dish served with multiple variations, but one day it found its way onto a bun, met cheese and bacon, and has never looked back. Burger Day is your opportunity (excuse?) to indulge in as many of these delicious concoctions as you desire!

However, other people assert that the hamburger originated with Louis Lassen, a Danish immigrant who cooked up the first patty in 1900 in New Haven, using ideas he’d picked up in Europe.

The hamburger made its official debut at the 1904 St. Louis food festival, but it didn’t really take off properly until mass commercialization of the concept in the following decades. Hamburgers weren’t originally a delectable, trendy fast-food item. Instead, they grew out of economic necessity. Innovators in the food industry needed a way to use off-cuts of meat productively, instead of just throwing them to the dogs. They wanted a tasty meal that they could sell quickly to prevent spoilage. So the humble burger seemed like the obvious choice.

During the Great Depression of the 1930s, the need for cheap food reached even greater heights. Seeing hunger and poverty, entrepreneurs looked for ways to get tasty food into people’s bellies without the usual price tag. So they began developing machines that would churn out burgers en masse.

Soon the price of patties fell even further, but there was a problem: people didn’t have anywhere to go and eat them. Fortunately, the development of the hamburger coincided with the emergence of the “greasy spoon.” Innovative restaurateurs realized that they could draw in punters by providing public access to new radio services springing up all around the country. Burgers were an obvious, cheap, and delicious menu choice.

Whatever the truth about their origins, hamburgers are one of the most popular foods in the world and a dietary staple. Juicy Foods in Oregon made the biggest burger in history. It weighed in at 777 lbs and cost the company more than $5,000 to make.

How To Celebrate Burger Day

Celebrating Burger Day is one of the easiest, most entertaining, and absolutely delicious celebrations we can imagine. You eat burgers. Yep, that simple. Enjoy a nice juicy burger as many times as your heart desires, in as many different configurations.

We suggest hosting a great bit burger cookout at your house or at friends, where everyone makes their favorite variety with their favorite toppings and introduces it to the group. Worst case scenario, you meet another burger you absolutely can’t live without, but that’s what Burger Day is all about.

Interestingly, though, you don’t have to limit yourself to the traditional burger on Burger Day, if you’re the sort of person who regularly visits fast-food outlets. Over the last few years, we’ve seen the inexorable rise of the gourmet burger – a burger that combines the traditional patty with premium ingredients.

Premium burgers are usually based on popular food themes from around the world. So, for instance, you could have a burger that makes liberal use of avocado, lime, and chili or one that uses flavors like peanut and lemongrass. Spend the day experimenting to your heart’s content.

Another thing you can do is celebrate the fact that the humble burger’s definition is now vastly expanded. While beef patties are classic, they’re no longer the only game in town. Today, you have a host of options, including chicken burgers, turkey burgers, fake meat burgers, and even portabella mushroom burgers if you eat veggie.

The more intellectual among you might also want to come up with new recipes and share them in blog posts on social media. The world is crying out for fun, new burger recipes that people can enjoy after a busy day. And you’re precisely the type of person who can provide them. Share a burger to spread the love and celebrate this marvelous day.

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[curious-minx]

Hey! There's Movie in My TV!

There's Too Many Tv Movies on Tv.

There is no other form of entertainment media that is more self-conscious as the TV movie. The TV movie is like one of those text heavy t-shirts bought off the FB ad algorithm marketplace: Mom: The Movie.  Many many of these TV show movies love the colon. From the in-development The Amazing World of Gumball: The Movie to the We Bare Bears: Movie, and let’s not forget the Americas Most Wanted TV movie, If Looks Could Kill: From the Files of America’s Most Wanted. The colon and TV titles go together like your favorite sitcom character and Hawaii. The colon is so beloved by TV movies that the lil stinkers behind the Aqua Teen Hunger Force  movie just had to indulge in some whacky title antics, totally demolishing the Colon title. 

Aqua Teen Hunger Force Colon Movie Film for Theaters

The TV movie title is also a  place for the writers and marketing team to kick back and relax. The TV movie title is flexible it can even just be the name of the titular series as well and the the movie portion of the title is left silent and left to the imagination like the Strangers With Candy (film). 

Other note worthy TV movie titles:

Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel

Alvin and the Chipmunks: Chipwrecked

Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Road Chip

Little Alvin and the Mini-Munks

Astro Boy: Mighty Atom – Visitor of 100,000 Light Years, IGZA

Bah, Humduck! A Looney Tunes Christmas

Care Bears Movie II: A New Generation

Crayon Shin-chan: Fierceness That Invites Storm! The Singing Buttocks Bomb

Crayon Shin-chan: Fast Asleep! The Great Assault on Dreamy World!

Kim Possible: A Sitch in Time

Munster, Go Home!

A Very Merry Pooh Year

Pokémon the Movie: Diancie and the Cocoon of Destruction

A Shaun the Sheep Movie: Farmageddon

Straight Outta Nowhere: Scooby-Doo! Meets Courage the Cowardly Dog

Thomas & Friends: Sodor's Legend of the Lost Treasure

Tom and Jerry: The Fast and the Furry

Trailer Park Boys: Countdown to Liquor Day

Whoops Apocalypse

Hey There, It's Yogi Bear!

Yu Yu Hakusho the Movie: Poltergeist Report

^^^Definitive proof that TV really is a Writers medium!

////Stare deep into the burnt in bars of yellow or green within your antiquated TV. Isn’t it time you get a new one? My bff can whip us up a RTINGS EXCEL spreadsheet to pour over.////

A babysitter asking their adult son what Trailer Park Boys' TV movie he wants to put on.

Other connective tissue tying TV movies together: “So you want to make a TV movie?” Asks a phantom investor tapping on your nose. The easiest and most effective way is to turn to your nearest kid and see what they are watching. TVs are Nature’s babysitter after all. Children’s entertainment sells toys and a higher budget can up the marketing ante. Rugrats and Spongebob really made a gambit with toys and video game tie-ins related to their movies. Winnie the Pooh, Sesame Street, and the Muppets made movies for nap time. Then there’s the odd duck of Looney Tunes Back in Action and it’s lamentable corporate cousin Space Jams that have a deeper commercial confidence and viable that astounds critics and is fodder for so bad their good movie podcasts. 

The Movie (silent colon),  represents the apex of what an animated cartoon could ever hope to accomplish. Bob’s Burgers is the latest iteration of this Graduation from lowly animated TV series into a Movie released in theaters phenomenon. In a better, more just world there would have been a theatrically released Bojack Horseman movie that Netflix would be pouring hundreds of millions into. 

Heathcliff: The Movie

In the 80s and 90s it was once even viable to put an episodic compilation or a package film of an animated property in theaters. The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Movie and Heathcliff: The Movie were among the only ones to pull this off, but it answers at the main cliched critical assessment that most TV movies don’t need to exist and are usually just overly long glorified episodes. 

The fact that some of these TV movies had the audacity to be released in theaters boggles the mind. Not  movie theaters being a semi-sacred space that are being defiled by over grown TV homunculi. A random sampling of TV movies that were released in American movie theaters:

Barney’s Great Adventure 

the complicated Digimon Digi-verse

Entourage

Fat Albert

Hey There It’s Yogi Bear

Horrid Henry the Movie

The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything: A VeggieTales Movie

Pufnstuf

Thomas and the Magic Railroad

The Wild Thornberries movie

And most egregious of all TV movies to hit theaters: Doug’s First Movie.Doug, we don’t take kindly to threats around these here cineplexes.  Imagine how much cleaner A Doug Movie would have been!

We're celebrating our ten year open relationship anniversary with a screening of Piglet's Big Movie.

Did these TV shows really deserve the phrase, “One ticket to the Recess’ School’s Out, please”?  A real transaction that I witnessed as a child seeing Recess School’s Out and spying  an alone, totally solitary rough thirties looking dude.Sitting by himself , enjoying the Recess Movie. And if you get one TV movie then you’re in the bank for sequels baby, after Recess: School’s Out came out it earned itself three more straight to video TV movies. The last of the Recess TV movie franchise is poetically titled All Growned Down (I told you, writers are having TOO MUCH fun with these titles).

I'm gonna need a bigger screen to list all of these Doraemon movies.

And don’t get me started on anime movies. Seriously, I’m no weeb. I don’t know my Crayon Shin Chan (29 films) from Doraemon (30), or why there have been 24 Case Closed movies, Pokemon (24)  DBZ (21), Lupin III (13), Naruto (11)Digimon (8), Sgt Frog (5) Inuyasha (4) Hamtaro (4). It boggles the mind that there are twice as many Hamtaro movies as there are Mobile Suit Gundam movies, but anime movies work by their own logic. Anime movies tend to also have high production value and quality control. The Evangelion Rebuilds is the Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me of anime movies.  The only Western Animation that comes close to this prolific output are the true American animes:  Alvin and the Chipmunks, Scooby Doo, Thomas & Friends, Tom and Jerry, Winnie the Pooh, the Muppets. And Star Trek the only TV movies not for babies. I don’t mean to undersell Scooby Doo, because it’s the absolute beast when it comes to TV movies. Scooby Doo has done animated TV movies, live-action TV movies, puppet, crossover multiverses. Scooby Doo is the connective tissue between Batman, Bobby Flay, Courage the Cowardly Dog, KISS, Legos, and Wrestlemana (twice). There’s even a spin-off TV movie of the Scooby Doo TV movie verse with Daphne & Velma. 

You can tell Velma is the one with glasses because she's wearing a sweater with glasses on it.

Here is an excerpt of a review by Danielle Solzman of Solzy: “The film could not come at a better time for women.”

Powerful stuff Solzman.

////I am sorry that my bff kept saying the name of the website RTINGS like Drake trying to do a patois. He is way too white, way too Cali, way too Mike TV movie to be saying anything so reprehensible. I am going to sell one of his TVs out of punishment and I was actually hoping you’d help me pick out which TV I sell. Maybe I should sell his Hello Kitty CRT TV? Sadly he sleeps with his Shrek CRT TV every night and I’ll never be able to sell that one. While I wait to decide let’s think about what other connective TV movie tissue there is….////

David Lynch. A powerful TV movie connective tissue. Fire Walk With Me and The Missing Pieces antennae down the best TV movie of all time. Mulholland Dr, best failed TV pilot of all time. David Lynch’s dominance of TV is astounding mainly because the TV movie world is a dump. A memory dump and a quality dumping ground. There is so much extended goodwill given to any show that has nostalgia factor. Sometimes the TV shows feel like saved by the fan campaigns like Serenity and the Veronica Mars movies. But most of the time a TV movie has me asking who asked for this?

The Downtown Abbey movies are a huge example of this but they are one of the only big British TV movie franchises that have caught on over in the States (other than a lil comedy franchise called Monty Python). TV movies are culty by design. The TV show Community’s hollow rallying cry for six seasons and a movie is when a cult fandom dream curdles. Some of the most successful prestige TV shows still don’t make for critically beloved or well remembered TV movies either. Deadwood and El Camino were for the fans treats that helped stoke the embers. Many Saints of Newark did not bolster Sopranos legacy, because the show still looms so large that it never needed a TV movie. The fact that the movie is mostly ho-hum and innocuous is par the course. There are surprises to be sure. The Shaun the Sheep movie is a bonafide quality silent movie and all the cool alt comedy kids love Macgruber. A good TV movie can be done but they always have the stink of TV on them. 

Videodrome. Or the image of a TV show trying to become a movie?

TV shows are becoming more cinematic. TV is very much in awash in identity crises. TV season Episodes are becoming DVD chapter menu breaks for a 6-8 hour movie. To wrap this all up I think the 2022 Emmys nominations for best TV movie really sum up the essence and state of the TV movie:

“Chip ‘n’ Dale: Rescue Rangers” (Disney+)

“Ray Donovan: The Movie” (Showtime)

“Reno 911!: The Hunt For QAnon” (Paramount+)

“The Survivor” (HBO/HBO Max)

“Zoey’s Extraordinary Christmas” (The Roku Channel)

The Survivor is a holocaust boxing TV movie btw. Just in case you’re wondering what kind of competition Zoey’s Extraordinary Christmas was up against. ":The Movie", having fun with titles, and Christian holidays all remain the hallmarks of a TV movie. The Roku Channel should just be the home to all TV movies.

By and large the  fetid pool  of direct  to TV movies are becoming easier to find. Why anyone would want to, that’s for the powers of Nostalgia to decide. I even pondered the notion of consisting on a media diet of exclusively TV movies. Beyond Youtube, HBO Max has dutifully collected the Batman and Scooby Doo movies (anyone reading this with an HBO Max subscription can watch the Scooby Doo Bobby Flay TV movie, Scooby-Doo! and the Gourmet Ghost), hell even Care Bears: The Movie has found a home on HBO Max, but not all TV movies are so lucky. Nowhere streams Ed, Edd n Eddy's Big Picture Show (Or the Aqua Teen Hunger Force movie or the Straight Outta Nowhere: Scooby-Doo! Meets Courage the Cowardly Dog) and less and less people know about the existence of The Monkees’ Head. One day, perhaps next financial quarter,  all TV will be TV movies and all movies will be TV. 

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Special Guest - Marc Jedel - Author of Rivers and Creaks: A Redwoods Country Mystery #AuthorInterview / #Review / #Giveaway Great Escapes Book Tour

Rivers and Creaks: A Redwoods Country Mystery by Marc Jedel I am delighted to welcome Marc Jedel to Escape With Dollycas today! Hi Marc, What made you want to write novels? I’ve wanted to write a novel since I was young. For the longest time, I couldn’t come up with a good plot. Yet, my research clearly demonstrated that having a plot is critical to a book’s success. One day, I received an awesome birthday drawing from my nieces. And my kids, or nieces, or one of our friends’ kids had done some crazy things. Probably all of the above. One thing led to another and the idea formed to loosely base a mystery with a self-absorbed, fashion-backward software engineer, his sister, and his nieces on my life. My first book (Uncle and Ants: A Silicon Valley Mystery #1) is clearly fiction. I mean, I’m not a software engineer. My second series, the Ozarks Lake Mysteries, was loosely based on small towns and people that I had met while growing up in the South and visiting Arkansas. My latest novel—Rivers and Creaks, the first book in the Redwoods Country Mystery series—was inspired by a family vacation to Monte Rio, in the redwoods and wine country of Northern California. When did you first consider yourself to be an author? I believe my entire professional life in marketing has involved writing fiction. On the job, we just called it advertising and emails. After wanting to write a book for many years, I finally buckled down and actually tried it. Lots of work, walks with my wife and dog, and many drafts eventually led to my first novel getting published. The next ones have come easier, but still involved a lot of dog walking. Because my dog doesn’t laugh at my jokes nor contributes much in the way of dialogue, he doesn’t get co-author credit. I feel like I earned permission to change my title from writer to author by finishing my first novel and getting it published. What is the easiest part of the writing process for you? Besides working in an imaginary world where I can knock off any character who displeases—or frustrates—me in an instant? When I first started writing a novel, I was surprised to find that I was far better at dialogue than I had expected. My friends and family kept telling me that they weren’t surprised that this part went smoothly because they felt talking was never one of my weaknesses. When I have a good outline, I find I can focus on crisp writing and throwing in funny situations and anecdotes. This also means fewer rounds of editing, which helps me hang on to what little sanity remains. What is your favorite part of this story? I like hanging out with Andy, the protagonist, even if our conversations are all imaginary. My Hollywood formula to describe the novel is Grumpy Old Men meets Schitt’s Creek. Besides being a quick synopsis of the story, who didn’t enjoy Walter Matthau in that classic comedy movie? I’m most proud of how well I showed Andy’s character arc evolving as the story played out while also revealing more about his personality and unveiling new information about the crime. Andy’s growing appreciation of other characters—even, dare I say friendship with them—was fun to tease out of him onto the page. Are there any unusual aspects to your story? I purposefully had the novel take place over a very brief time period. In fact, none of my novels extend over more than about a week. I’ve found this keeps the pace moving quickly since there’s no time for the sleuths to lose when the whole story has to finish quickly. This technique puts a lot of pressure on the protagonists to keep their lives on track while they’re trying to solve the crime and that often adds additional humor or challenges that make the novels more entertaining. If only I could write the stories as quickly as they take place. What did you find to be the hardest about writing this story? Why? I always seem to spend an inordinate amount of time brainstorming ways that amateur sleuths can investigate a crime in a realistic fashion. I thought it would be fun, and more challenging, to have my  protagonists have no special ties to the police. I find many cozies seem especially unrealistic when the amateur sleuths have some special “in” that gives them access to all the police information about clues, police reports, etc. Avoiding this makes my stories more realistic and pushes the sleuth to solve the crime even faster because competent police officers, who don’t share confidential info with outsiders, actually make headway on cases on their own. Real police would be annoyed that amateurs are interfering. I try to have the police actually discover some confirming information by themselves—just moving at a slower pace than our heroes—that verifies the amateur’s findings. Of course, the hero doesn’t learn this until after the criminal is caught. Any advice for a new/prospective writer? Read a ton and read widely. Reading different authors and in genres is the best way to learn what works and what doesn’t. And start writing. It’s easier than ever to become an author but just as difficult to become a good one. Practice with a diary or try some of the writing prompts you can find on the internet. Anything else you’d like to add? My novel, Rivers and Creaks, is on sale for only $0.99 during this tour. It’s available at: https://mybook.to/RiversandCreaks. You can find all my cozy mysteries at: https://www.amazon.com/Marc-Jedel/e/B07H7MVKJL. My novels are all free for Kindle Unlimited members. The first three books in the Silicon Valley Mystery series are out on audiobook from Tantor Audio, available everywhere audiobooks are sold. I love hearing from readers as that motivates me to keep going on the next blank page. Contact me at -  Website    Facebook    BookBub    Amazon Author Page     Goodreads Thank you, Marc, for stopping by today.  ______ Keep reading for my thoughts about Rivers and Creaks. About Rivers and Creaks Rivers and Creaks: A Redwoods Country Mystery Cozy Mystery 1st in Series Setting - California BGM Press (November 30, 2023) Print length ‏ : ‎ 227 pages Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0CNBGWSCK A grumpy innkeeper. A dead guest. Can he solve the locked-room mystery before his business crumbles into chaos? In the heart of Redwoods Country, where even the towering trees whisper secrets, there's an innkeeper who's anything but welcoming. Meet Andy Shirley—a man who's made grumpiness an art form, detesting both guests and life's little inconveniences. Now a dead guest and a killer on the loose threaten not only Andy's solitude but his livelihood. His cherished wife’s memory keeps him tethered to the small-town bed and breakfast they dreamt of running together. When a guest is found dead in a locked room, can this retired copy editor use his meticulous attention to detail to uncover the truth and save his business? Fearing this shocking event will deter future guests and buyers, Andy's frustration intensifies as the sheriff shifts his focus to a higher profile case. Yet, amidst this turmoil, Andy’s even more shocked when the most unexpected event happens as he hunts for clues . . . he strikes up an unlikely friendship. Rivers and Creaks launches the humorous Redwoods Country cozy mystery series. If you like cranky but lovable characters, classic closed-door conundrums, and light-hearted fun, then you’ll love Marc Jedel’s laugh-out-loud tale. Imagine "Grumpy Old Men" merged with "Schitt's Creek." Dollycas's Thoughts Andy Shirley didn't want to run a bed and breakfast. His wife did but sadly she passed away. Now a year later he has to take possession of the place and he is downright grumpy about it. He was supposed to be the fix-it guy and his wife was supposed to deal with the guests, their problems, and their breakfast. Well, now he has a problem and something else to fix. One of his guests has been found dead in a locked room and another guest broke the door down to find her. His B&B is now a crime scene. The current guests must find other accommodations. If that isn't enough to affect his bottom line,  who is going to want to stay somewhere there has been a murder. The killer has to be apprehended quickly or his entire investment will go down the drain. _____ Cozy mysteries have quirky characters and in Rivers and Creaks, there are plenty including protagonist Andy Shirley. He's a grump who loved his wife so much but is struggling to follow through on her dream of owning and running a B&B in California Redwoods Territory. He trusts no one and runs off a couple of contractors thinking they were padding their bills. He has his wife's teacup poodle, Fifi, for company, and that's all he needs. My first thought was boy, Andy is out of his element, in the wrong line of work, and this is going to end badly. That was just after reading chapter one and then the dead body was found. I have read other books by Mr. Jedel and he knows very well how to bring humor to his stories and that starts with the characters he creates and that sure is the case here but the characters are nuanced. My heart broke for Andy being without his wife but some of his internal dialogues were so funny, as were some of his interactions with townspeople. The mystery was very well-plotted and I enjoyed the way Andy used his knowledge and contacts as an editor to work through the clues. He also made keen observations that solved another serious case the police were working on. The Agatha Christie-esque reveal of the killer didn't go exactly as planned at first but it finally came together after some crazy drama. With all the twists I was completely surprised when the actual killer was ultimately revealed. Rivers and Creaks has set this series off to a grand start. The ending has me very intrigued about the future of Andy's Quilt House Inn. I am anxious to see what Mr. Jedel has planned for Andy and his new friends next. Your Escape Into A Good Book Travel Agent More About Marc Jedel Marc Jedel writes humorous murder mysteries. He credits his years of marketing leadership positions in Silicon Valley for honing his writing skills and sense of humor. While his high-tech marketing roles involved crafting plenty of fiction, these were just called emails, ads, and marketing collateral. For most of Marc’s life, he’s been inventing stories. It’s a skill that’s served him well as both an author and marketer. The publication of Marc’s first novel, Uncle and Ants, gave him permission to claim “author” as his job. This leads to much more interesting conversations with people than answering, “marketing.” Like his character, Andy, from the Redwoods Country Mystery series, Marc continues to grow older and would prefer not to run a bed-and-breakfast inn when he retires. Like his character, Marty from the Silicon Valley Mystery series, Marc now lives in Silicon Valley, works in high-tech, and enjoys bad puns. Like his characters Jonas and Elizabeth from the Ozarks Lake Mystery series, he grew up in the South and spent plenty of time in and around Arkansas. Like all his protagonists, Marc too has a dog, although his is neurotic, sweet, and small, with little appreciation for Marc’s humor. Purchase Links - Amazon - https://mybook.to/RiversandCreaks TOUR PARTICIPANTS - Please visit all the stops. 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Best Places To Go In Fairfax VA

Fairfax County is just minutes from Washington, D.C., and has a lot to offer its residents. From s and parks to shopping centers and restaurants, there are plenty of ways for you to have fun in Fairfax City as well as other areas of the county.

Fairfax County Government Center

The Fairfax County Government Center is a great place to go if you want to visit any of the county government services. This building is located in the heart of Fairfax City and it's open Monday through Friday from 8 am-5 pm, excluding holidays. The Government Center has a fantastic view of downtown Fairfax City and plenty of parking spaces available for your convenience!

Fairfax Corner

Fairfax Corner is a great place to go for shopping, dining, and entertainment. It has a great selection of restaurants and shops. If you're looking for something fun to do on the weekend, take your family or friends out to Fairfax Corner Movie Theater.

Spectrum Theatre

The Spectrum Theatre is the perfect place to go on a date, with your family, or with friends. It’s also a great place to take kids and seniors.

This theater has been around for years and provides an amazing experience for all its patrons. Theaters like this one are known for their dedication to customer satisfaction and their ability to provide entertainment at affordable prices.

Bruin Park and Cub Run RECenter

Bruin Park and Cub Run RECenter is a great place to play, with a playground and a pool. It's open to the public and located in Fairfax, VA. You can visit their website here: .

The National Firearms Museum

The National Firearms Museum, located in Fairfax VA, is a museum dedicated to the history of guns and related items. The museum has many interactive exhibits that allow you to experience different types of weapons firsthand. It also houses a wide variety of historic firearms from around the world.

The Bistro at Walney

If you're looking for fine dining in Fairfax, VA, the Bistro at Walney is the place to go. The menu offers an array of delicious food options including seafood and steaks.

The restaurant has a cozy ambiance with a warm and friendly staff that makes you feel at home.

This restaurant also offers live entertainment on Friday nights so make sure you book your reservations early!

Van Dyck Park

Located in Fairfax City, Van Dyck Park is a great spot to host a picnic with friends or family. The park offers plenty of open space, as well as playground equipment and a basketball court. There are also two picnic shelters available for reservation by contacting the City's Department of Recreation & Parks at 703-385-7837.

Open from sunrise to sunset, this park is also home to an 18-hole disc golf course. While admission to the disc golf course is free, there is a fee for renting discs and other equipment from the Pro Shop on site (fees vary). All proceeds from sales go towards maintaining operations at Van Dyck Park Golf Course!

Pohick Bay Regional Park, Golf Course, and Boat Ramp

Pohick Bay Regional Park is a great place to relax. It has a boat ramp where you can fish, and it has a golf course where you can play. There's even a dog park, playground, and trail system for those who prefer to stay on land.

The Old Town Hall, Historic Fairfax City Inc.

The Old Town Hall is a historic building in Fairfax City, Virginia. It was built in 1892 and was originally the town hall for Fairfax City until 1965 when it became the community center it is today. The Old Town Hall is also a museum and hosts many events throughout the year including guided tours by appointment only.

Fairfax is a great place to live and play!

Fairfax is a great place to live and play! There are many things to do in Fairfax, from shopping at the Tysons Corner Center or exploring the historic sites of the old town. If you’re looking for some outdoor recreation, we have plenty of parks and recreation areas that you can visit.

Transport Services in Fairfax County, Virginia

Vehicle Transport service in Fairfax, VA can be one of the easiest ways to move your car. We offer vehicle shipping services to almost anywhere across the U.S.

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Examples in literature

Metaphor (Etymology: ‘Metaphora’ in Greek meaning “to transfer”) is an interesting way to emphasize and map certain descriptive qualities of two terms. Metaphors create a beautiful blend between concepts, to form comparisons between a particular behaviour, concept or a feeling with something impractical or unrelated to it. The best examples of abstract metaphors are seen in movies like the Oscar-winner Parasite where the characters are attributed to the quality of leaching off wealth.

Examples in literature

Types of Metaphors

Let’s dig deeper and look at the many types of metaphors!

Here are a few common types of metaphors:

Implied Metaphor

An implied metaphor compares two things without naming one of the things. Here we draw an implication by using the basic formula: A is B.

For example: “Our soldiers were lions in the war.” This means the soldiers fought like lions.

“A woman barked a warning at her child.” This implies that the woman is compared to a dog.

Visual Metaphor

One of the most interesting types of metaphors, a visual metaphor compares one thing to a visual image that suggests an association. Visual metaphors are frequently used in advertisements and movies to symbolise or depict a theme, feeling, etc. For example, the following picture is a visual metaphor that suggests that the Earth is melting like an Ice Cream to indicate the effects of climate change and globalization.Courtesy: Primogif

Extended Metaphor

An extended metaphor extends over several lines in a poem, stanza, or passage. These extended metaphors build upon simple metaphors with figurative language and descriptive comparison. For example, in the poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost, he makes the comparison between two roads and life choices.

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Metaphor Examples for Kids

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In the initial years of our lives, our brain grasps concepts much faster than adults. teaching metaphors through creative examples can help children develop unique perspectives and understanding about concepts, ideas, and materials. If you want to teach the concept of metaphors to kids, you can use various creative metaphors that children can easily remember. Here are the best metaphor examples for kids.

Allegory instances are practical examples of logical ideas or abstract concepts. The metaphors aid audiences position an idea into able to be used terms. Metaphors can be extremely basic, such as the classic leader “ship” metaphor, or they can be really intricate. Facility metaphors are generally longer, but can usually illustrate a difficult point much better. Usually it is best, however, to stick to the easiest type of metaphors possible to make sure everybody paying attention understands the principle that is communicated to them.

The use of allegories to illustrate a factor has been around for countless years. In several old messages there are numerous recommendations to metaphoric instances as well as tales. Political witticism is commonly symbolic in nature. Some of one of the most popular metaphoric tales are Aesop’s Fables. Each of these tales contains an emotional allegory for viewers to take in and consider. Service interactions can be equally as effective with using allegories.

The factor that metaphor examples are so advantageous is since virtually everyone can concentrate much better on information that they can comprehend and also equate right into acquainted terms. This aids workers and others absorb the knowledge in a manner that makes it far more most likely that they will certainly make use of that details in the future in their very own lives. A metaphor that is entertaining will certainly likewise urge the target market to share that exact same tale with their buddies, family, as well as colleagues. This is one of the most reliable approaches of encouraging adjustment in organization and the world. You probably make use of allegories in your everyday speech and also never ever also understand it. Consider it; have you ever claimed to a close friend or your partner, “they functioned me to the bone today,” or “I’m tired out”? These are allegory instances that we utilize frequently in conversations. These forms of metaphors are also clichés used in daily language.

Typically we make use of metaphors to explain something. We can use a metaphor to tell us just how things feel, exactly how we feel or to communicate a similarity between two things that could not be a lot more various from each various other. As an example, saying that the “rain boiled down in buckets” is a descriptive way of informing you how the rainfall fell. It did not drop from the sky in actual containers yet the rainfall fell in big quantities; most likely sufficient to load containers.

For the most, allegories are straightforward. We utilize toss an allegory into speech and also conversation without thinking of it. Instances of allegories can range from the straightforward to more complicated. The facility allegories are the ones we often tend to check out in our preferred publications and also books. The author uses them to draw us in and also dig deep into our senses to demonstrate a factor or make us feel for the personalities.

Some examples of Metaphors

Heart of stone: Cruel or stern nature My teacher has a heart of stone.

The Zoo metaphor: Crowded and noisy The classroom turns into a zoo during recess.

Time is money: The value of time is as important as money itself. Time is money, my friend!

Tall tree: Taller in height like a giant He is a tall tree.

The wind screamed in his face while he was riding the bike. Meaning: The wind is compared with a scream to emphasize on how furiously it blew.

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Flightless Birds Chapter Two: Courtship Of Care

Chapter One Here

Chapter Three Here

Chapter Four Here

Chapter Five Here

Summary: After Y/n’s encounter with Hawks, things in their life start to change. They have a creeping feeling that someone is watching them, and they get mysterious gifts and letters.

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: Stalking, toxic behavior, mention of suicide, mentions of clowns, multiple fourth wall breaks, hospitals, mentions of blood, violence, mentions of surgeries

Other: Sukaibado park is not a real place, however, Nishi Ward in Fukuoka is a real place. This was meant to be longer but I hit the word limit, so it’ll get pushed to the next chapter! Sorry! If you have any critics or questions don’t hesitate to let me know! I want this to be the best it possibly can be for your entertainment!!

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“Well, she’s clearly a bitch.”

You laughed at Izanagi’s reaction to the woman that yelled at you. You were in the back of his car, as sometimes your wings would get in the way of Izanagi’s driving, so it was just easier to sit like this.

“I mean- you’re not wrong.” You chuckled. “I’m just glad Hawks managed to get rid of her!”

“What’s he like?” Izanagi asked. “Hawks, is he as awesome in person?”

“You’re a simp.” You teased, laughing as he spluttered to defend himself. “I guess he’s pretty chill. He’s a lot taller than I thought he’d be, though.”

You’d chosen not to tell your friend about the creepy vibes you’d gotten from the hero, it was probably nothing anyway. He was a bird, like you, so he was probably just curious about you also being a bird. Even though you were a Parakeet and he was theorized to be a Red-Tailed Hawk. Animal quirks were uncommon, and among the animal quirks, you mostly saw dogs and cats, even goats were more common than birds. Plus, it wasn’t exactly a good idea to tell your best friend his celebrity crush was a creep.

“How much taller?” he asked

“I don’t know… maybe about four- no, five inches taller than me.”

“Damn- and with me being shorter than you by two inches that’s- fuck he’s a lot taller than me.” he murmured.

“Like I said before. You’re a simp.”

“Shut uppp!” he whined.

The rest of your day was peaceful (if anything including Izanagi could be considered ‘peaceful’), and you were grateful you only lived a block away from Izanagi, it made it a lot easier to get home. Thinking back, maybe you should have taken a moment or two to stop. Stop and look around, maybe then you would have seen the flash of red against the darkening sky, or felt his eyes bearing into your back. Maybe then you could have stopped everything, but it was too late now.

Sleeping wasn’t always comfortable. Beds that were shaped and built like actual bird’s nests were too expensive for you to afford with your salary, plus it was just way too big to fit in your tiny studio. Which meant you had to deal with the tiny bed and all the different ways your body could hurt in the morning.

You sat up, groaning and patting around your bed to find your phone, finally locating it on your nightstand. You grabbed it, turned it on, and scanned your lock screen, taking in your notifications. Thank fuck it was Saturday, and you didn’t have to go to work. Thank fuck again that your days off were on the weekends. Thank fuck a third time that Izanagi invited you to go to the park with him and your other friend, Kouten Yuu. Thank fuck a fourth and final time the messages were fresh and not sent an hour ago, which gave you plenty of time to get ready.

“Welp,” you muttered. “Time to get up and fuck the day.” you forced yourself into a sitting position, stumbling out of bed and almost immediately flopping back onto the mattress again. Maybe today wouldn’t be the easiest day to fuck. You sighed, pushing yourself up again and stretching. Your wings had been crushed by your body’s natural sleeping position, so being able to spread them wide in the mornings helped with preventing stiff wing muscles. That meant less cramps! Yay!

“Sukaibado park, huh? Guess Kouten and Izanagi are hoping to get me in the sky today.” Sukaibado park was a popular park in Nishi Ward, Fukuoka, that had laws protecting people with flying quirks, allowing them to take to the say in the surrounding area. It certainly helped that the park was located near the beach.

You stood up, grabbing some clean clothes off the ground from your drawer and putting them on. You glanced out the window as you dressed. You let out a sigh, grateful you could afford a home in such a beautiful area of Japan. You and Izanagi lived across from Sukaibado Park and had a great view of both park and beach just beyond it. In reality, you shouldn’t be able to afford this place, but since the flat itself was so small, it was just in the range of affordable.

You quickly brushed your hair and teeth, and texted Kouten, asking him to pick up something for you to eat on his way there. It was kind of a ritual between the three of you, everyone brought something to the table. Kouten brought the food, Izanagi brought his guitar, and you would bring your amazing singing voice! The three of you were practically a band already!

Aw who you are you trying to kid? Izanagi just picked up the guitar after quitting drums, trumpet, and piano, and your ‘singing’ was mostly chirps. It was a miracle Kouten hung out with you guys, let alone fed your poor asses. You grabbed your keys and opened the front door-

Huh.

What?

A small box was waiting for you on your doorstep, unlabeled except for neat cursive writing spelling out your name. You picked up the box and put it on the nearest surface inside, choosing to ignore it. Today was for flying, stretching your wings, pretending to like Izanagi’s music, and devouring whatever Kouten brought you.

As expected, Kouten and Izanagi were already there, waiting for you at one of the picnic tables with a full course meal on the table. You could smell it from the park entrance, and were at the table in an instant. It would have startled the boys if they’d not already grown used to it.

“Fuck, Kouten what did you bring this time?” you asked, looking up from the food for a moment to take in your friend’s appearances. Izanagi was dressed casually as usual. White t-shirt, blue jeans, and a grey sweatshirt wrapped around his waist. His long, light blue hair tied up in a ponytail as he chowed down on a large chicken wing. But do not be fooled- despite looking like an innocent UwU smol bean, Izanagi was a force to be reckoned with. Do not ever comment on his short stature or this man will kick you into worlds beyond.

Kouten was the complete opposite of Izanagi, both in looks and personality. Today, he’d adorned a light blue sweater and black pants, and even painted his nails yellow. Kouten’s hair was short and super curly, and his eyes were a startling green color. His resting bitch face and six feet of height was usually enough to scare most people off, however, Kouten was the sweetest man you’d ever met. Best hugs, best advice, most importantly…

“FRIED CHICKEN!” you shouted ecstatically. Of course! For such a beautiful day, Kouten would bring his best food. “Oh thank fuck for the fifth time! I’ve been craving this all week!”

You sat down, hurriedly muttering ‘itadakimas’ before snatching as many pieces of chicken as you possibly could and devouring them. Who gave a flying fuck if you looked like a cannibal? The chicken was delicious! Besides, you weren’t a chicken, you were a parakeet. There was a difference.

“Woah, hey, slow down a bit, Y/n” Kouten cautioned. “You’re gonna give yourself a stomach ache! Don’t eat more than five-”

“Five?” Izanagi interrupted. “Pussy, no more than eight.”

“Eight?!” you stared at your blue-haired friend with wide-eyes and a stuffed mouth. “Pussy. No more than eleven.”

“ELEVEN?” Kouten shook his head. “Oh no, if you eat that many you’ll hurt yourself for sure aaand you’ve already eaten twelve. Why do I even bother?” he threw his hands up in defeat. You and Izanagi continued to argue about how much chicken was too much, ignoring poor Kouten. That’s pretty much how things usually went between the three of you, you and Izanagi being dumbasses and Kouten being the only sane person there.

After thirty minutes of eating, came Izanagi’s ear-bleeding ‘song’ about some girl he knew in high school. If only he’d tuned his guitar beforehand, maybe then it wouldn’t have felt like nails on a chalkboard to you and Kouten. You lasted eight minutes before you finally had to put a stop to the terror he reigned on your poor ears. Then came the best part of the day, flying! Izanagi and Kouten would chat about random things on the ground as you soared high above them.

Flying is difficult to describe, but thankfully, whenever you are asked, you have an answer.

It’s liberation, ecstasy, and anxiety. The liberation was not being bound by the laws that chain others to the dirt. Being able to freely soar, reaching places others could only dream of being. The ecstasy was speed, dipping and diving and looping around the clouds. Being able to fly right through those fluffy bundles of water. The anxiety was falling, failing and getting yourself hurt.

That one day you’ll fly to high, and your wings of wax will melt. That the sun’s bright light will blind you to the incoming plane of reality and kill you. The knowledge that you wouldn’t even realise it, falling is just like flying.

It’s beautiful and you wouldn’t give it up for the world. In the sky, it’s calm. People don’t stare, or whisper. No one bumps into you, the world is all yours when you’re in the air. Even if you struggle to breathe, it always feels worth it. Worth the soreness in your wings after a long flight, worth the hammering of your heart after just pulling up in time to not hit the ground, worth it all. It’s exhilarating.

Word of advice for you free birds, fly while you still can, you never know when you might get caught up in a cage.

Landing was always the most difficult part. Hawks always seemed to be able to do it with ease, but you knew from experience that it was a lot more difficult than it looks. You could feel your whole body float for a second before you dove down. The ground rising to meet your weightless body faster and faster, before your folded wings extended, and you tilted them upwards, carrying your body up again, as you swooped above the ground, righting yourself and landing with just a few flaps of your multi-colored wings.

“Best part of the day~” you cooed, stretching your arms as you folded your wings behind your back. Kouten and Izanagi looked at you in awe.

“I wish my quirk would let me fly.” Izanagi grumbled. “I can’t do shit with light manipulation.” he flicked his wrist, forming a small crystal of light in his palm. It flickered for a moment before vanishing.

“Come on, don’t be so hard on yourself!” you sat down next to your friend, patting his back sympathetically. “I think your quirk is beautiful! I still have that little star hanging on my wall!”

When you and Izanagi were still littler children, and his quirk was still in development, he’d made a small star out of light. It would glow when you touched it, and it was like having an actual star in your hand. It was so shiny, transparent but sparkly, filled with a dazzling array of rainbow specks, a faint glow dappling your walls with miniature constellations.

“Yeah, Izanagi. Think about it for a sec.” Kouten offered. “Your quirk is certainly better than mine. Being able to identify any flavor isn’t all that impressive. Helpful for my job, but not much other than that.” Izanagi looked up at Kouten, frown only deepening.

“If you really think that about your quirk, than you’re even more of an idiot than I thought.” he grumbled.

“Izanagi! Not the right time!” you glared at him, and he just shrugged you off.

“No seriously, even if your quirk has that single use, it’s still a use. You’ve made the best meals I’ve ever tasted. Remember Colonel Sanders? According to legend, that man wrote down the OG KFC recipe on a hill as he contemplated suicide. I’m pretty sure he had a quirk similar to yours. If his chicken was good enough to save his own life, then surely it’s saved others, right? Be like him.”

You softened, smiling at Izanagi. Even if he was a bit of an ass, he had a heart of gold. He’d never let any of his friends feel down. You were pretty sure he threatened to punch away your deathly fear of clowns. Not the clowns, but the fear itself. Weird, but touching.

“That.... was the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard. I don’t understand how it’s touching, but it is. Thanks, man.” Kouten pulled Izanagi in for a hug, and you cooed. However, you guys were friends, so things really couldn’t stay wholesome.

“Gayyyy”

“Dude I’m literally bi.” Izanagi glared at you.

“Gayyyyyyyyy” you laughed, so did Kouten. Izanagi rolled his eyes, but eventually he too, chuckled a little.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Anyways I gotta go, I’ll the you two weirdos later, kay?” he grabbed his guitar, waving at the two of you.

“Later, buddy!” Kouten shouted after him, waving.

“Bye!” you smiled, waving him off before turning back to Kouten. “So what should we do?”

“Great suggestion, Kou, but we need something entertaining that we can do right now.

“Head to your place and watch YouTube?” he shrugged, and you nodded.

“Perfect plan. Knew I could count on you!” you laughed, helping Kouten clean up the mess on the picnic table before heading across the street to your flat. You keyed the door, opening it and walking in.

Kouten’s eyes immediately fell onto the package you’d received earlier. You’d just tossed it onto the coffee table half-hazardly.

“What’s that?” he asked curiously.

“I dunno really. I just found it on my doorstep.” you shrugged, sitting down and opening your laptop.

“Seems kinda creepy, it doesn’t have a return address.” he frowned. “It could have a tracking device in it- you should just throw it away.” you nodded, Kouten was probably right. He usually was. You promised to throw it away after a few Vine compilations.

You lied.

After Kouten left, you turned to the package. It had been hours since it was left on your doorstep, you were really hoping it wasn’t food or anything. You sat down on the edge of your bed with the package in your hands, slowly peeling the tape off and opening it.

You were… reasonably underwhelmed by the contents of the package. It was just a beanie hat. Yellow with a red feather embroidered on. Hawks merch. Maybe you’d accidentally ordered it? Or maybe Izanagi sent it to you. Yeah it was probably him. You’d have to thank him the next time you saw him.

You put the hat down on your nightstand, checking the time. Maybe you should make lunch. You believed it was the last of the unlabeled gifts. You were sorely mistaken.

The next day, there was another package.

“Seriously, Izanagi?” you grumbled. “Another?” you picked it up and brought it back inside, opening it hastily. You couldn’t lie, you were at least a little curious to what he’d gotten you this time.

A… bottle cap? No, five bottle caps.

“Fuckin weirdo.” you muttered, brushing it off and umping the caps next to the hat and continuing on with your day.

The third day, the package had a weird note attached to it, reading your coffee order from that morning. You pursed your lips, ripping the note apart in fear before opening the box. You screamed.

There was a dead squirell inside.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!” you dropped the box in your shock and fear, and the poor animal fell out onto your floor. You paused for a moment to take a deep breath. You crouched down next to the animal, poking it lightly. Maybe it was still alive?

Nope.

Dead.

Dead as fuck.

You shuddered, wrapping it up in a paper towel and taking it out back, holding a small funeral for it and burying it.

Who the fuck was sending you these things? It was clearly not Izanagi. He was an animal lover, and he’d never do this. You felt like throwing up, but for some reason (probably plot convenience), you didn’t say anything.

A few days later, something terrible happened.

You remembered your phone buzzing, and you sat up to pick it up. It was the middle of the night and you were trying to sleep. It was Izanagi. The fuck was he calling you for right now? You hit accept and pressed the cold screen to your ear.

“It’s 1:23 AM. Explain.” you growled into the phone.

“It’s Kouten- he was attacked! I- I’m taking him to the hospital right now, come quick! I’m taking him to Sanno Hospital near Fukuoka tower!” he exclaimed. You sat up, suddenly wide awake.

“What?”

“I’m driving, so I gotta put the phone down, but hurry!”

Beep

Beep

Beep

The call ended. You were already on your feet, pulling on clothes and grabbing your car keys. You rushed into your car and drove as fast as legally possible.

What the fuck happened? Kouten… attacked? By whom? Was he okay? What kind of injuries had he sustained? Was he concsious? Was he breathing? How had Izanagi found him? What the hell was going on? Was this related to your stalker?

Your mind buzzed with scenarios, all the way to Sanno Hospital, all the way across the parking lot, through the doors, as you talked to the man behind the counter, on the way to the ICU. Then your mind was blank again.

You sat next to Izanagi in the hallway, both of you sitting near a door with a large lit-up LED sign. Surgery in Progress. Your hands folded in your lap. You were so dizzy, what the fuck was happening? Myabe it was because you were tired, or still in shock, but it didn’t feel real.

Was Kouten really behind that door? Were doctors really slicing him open? Were you really here? You still felt the warmth of your blankets from just twenty-seven minutes before. Had it really been almost a half hour? It felt like it had just been a few seconds.

Nothing felt right.

“Hey.” you slowly turned your head around to look at Izanagoi. “You okay?” he asked. You sighed, shaking your head. “Do you want to hear what happened? Think that’ll make you feel better?”

You paused for a moment, slowly nodding. You didn’t want to speak. If you opened your mouth, you feared you’d let all the meals you’d eaten force their way up your throat.

“I got a text. It was from Kouten, he just sent his location. I didn’t know why, but I figured it was important. So I went there. I shouldn’t have taken my time. I found him in an alleyway near the tower, he was so still. I’d never seen him like that. He was- Kouten was soaked in blood. There was a knife lodged into his chest an I- I panicked. You know the rest I think.” he trailed off, looking away from you. Your eyes fell to the floor, still silent.

How many minutes had it been?

The next thing you knew, A doctor was speaking to you, saying something about successful surgery, how he was in recovery, how he needed rest. A moment later, you were standing outside Izanagi’s car. Numb. You decided with him silently to go back to his place and stay the night together. You could get your car in the morning.

Izanagi offered you his bed, and he would sleep on the couch. But you couldn’t sleep. At all. Your mind was racing. You jumped up when you heard the door creak open.

Oh.

It was Izanagi.

You patted the sheets next to you, and he crawled in with you. For a moment, you felt a spark of excitement in your cheeks, but it disappeared quickly, just like your consciousness now that he was here.

The next day, you still felt numb. Better, but still numb. You woke up with Izanagi’s arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried into the crook of your shoulder. Your wing flopped over him. You sat up, rubbing his face to wake him up. His eyes slowly blinked open, brown orbs looking up at you.

“Hey… Y/n.” he mumbled.

“Mornin’ Iza.” you turned around, checking the time. “Sorry, I still have to work.” you told him. He nodded, understanding. He drove you there, and promised to take you to the hospital after, so you could pick up your car. The entire day at work seemed so slow. Everyone dragged their conversations with you on for forever. Time was moving so slow. It felt like a century had passed when Izanagi picked you up.

You didn’t speak, he just took you to the hospital. Then, everything moved quick again. You were outside Kouten’s hospital room, holding Izanagi’s hand.

You almost didn’t want to go in. You stared at the ground, vision blurry. Izanagi squeezed your hand, re-grounding you.

“Ready?” he asked, looking at you with soft eyes.

“Never.” you chuckled breathlessly.

He nodded with you, opening the hospital room door and walking in with you.

You kept your eyes glued to the ground, feeling Izanagi tighten his grip on your hand. You could hear the beeping of the monitor, but you didn’t want to see it.

“Hey… guys.” Kouten. You ripped your gaze from the floor to direct it at the hospital bed. You felt a chill freeze your throat, choking you. Your friend was laying down in the bed, hooked up to tubes and machines, bandages covering most of his body, including one of his eyes. He looked tired and thin, unlike his usual cheerful manner.

“Hey, Kouten.” Izanagi managed to pull the words from his chest and put them in the air, a talent you could not yet access. You just… stared. Everything felt so still, even as Izanagi pulled you to a chair beside Kouten. You could hear the muffled sounds of your friends talking to each other, but you weren’t really there. Your ears were ringing and your vision blurred.

“Y/n? You good there, Buddy?” Kouten’s voice broke you from your fog. You looked up at him, and he offered you a smile. You could feel the ice that had been stuck to your skin since last night melt away under his sweet gaze.

“Yeah, sorry Kou. I’m just… scared. Did- did you see your attacker?” Kouten frowned, shaking his head solemnly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see their face. But I did see blonde hair and something red, probably blood, but I don’t know. It kind of looked like a sword, maybe? But also looked like- I don’t know.” he shook his head again, apologetic.

“Why were you out there anyways?” Izanagi asked him.

“I just needed some air, and the city is really pretty at night… and maybe I got a text from someone cute on a dating app and wanted to meet them…” the last part was muttered under his breath. You couldn’t help but face-palm.

“I’d lecture you on how fucking dumb that is, but I think you’ve already learned your lesson.” Izanagi scolded, “You fucking dumbass! Thank fuck you’re okay!”

After about fiteen minutes, a nurse came in and told you and Izanagi that he needed more rest, advizing the two of you to head back home and return tomorrow.

You could barely think, why? Why was this happening? How could this even be happening?

And why couldn’t you do anything about it?

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The Path Is Neither Straight Nor Easy

Winter was tough on everyone. But witchers had the benefit of being able to return back to Kaer Morhen if they so wished. Lambert, for one, rather liked that, the familiarity and the roaring fires along with the quiet company of those he grew up with, who didn’t stare at him like he was some kind of freak or dog shit stuck to the sole of a shoe. To return to a place he could almost call home and not have to worry for a couple of months. The winter was perhaps the easiest time for a witcher.

It wasn’t even all that unusual for one or the other of the witchers to bring back a companion. Their beds tended to get cold and Lambert wouldn’t begrudge his brothers such a small comfort. Usually, companions were on the shy side of personalities, sticking close to their witcher and keeping out of the way of the others. They were under no illusions of their purpose there and nobody took offence. If someone a witcher rescued wanted to repay the help in such a way, or needed an out for a while and found solace alongside a witcher, that was fine.

So when Lambert returned to Kaer Morhen, he was not expecting to walk through the doors and hear song. Loud, unabashedly merry and filthy words half hollered half sung along with some lute accompaniment. He found Eskel in the stables and shot him a questioning look.

“Geralt. He’s got a bard.”

Outrageous. Of all the people, Geralt did not seem like the type to have what was the embodiment of raunchy sunshine. If Lambert had assumed things would get more settled with time, he was very very wrong.

The halls of Kaer Morhen echoed with song and chatter. Questions, and Geralt’s typical gruff “hm” that was his standard reply. It didn’t discourage Jaskier at all. And he didn’t keep to himself like regular companions. No, he wasn’t there for Geralt and Geralt only. Some days Lambert found him chattering to Vesemir, picking his brains about the history of witchers, an eager audience for stories of old. But Jaskier also pestered Eskel, helped him in the stables, brushed down the horses while singing to them. Sometimes they were fully fledged ballads but other times nonsense about who the prettiest horse was and who enjoyed their carrots and sugar cube treats.

Even Lambert himself wasn’t forgotten. Jaskier sought him out in the armoury, while Lambert sharpened and imbued swords with oil, Jaskier brought his lute and tended to that. It was oddly fitting, a witcher’s weapons were his swords, a bard’s his lute. The conversation was easy, Jaskier as free with his words and stories, entertaining Lambert as they worked.

Everybody took kindly to Jaskier, Lambert could only marvel how he wormed his way into hearts so easily. But as much as he was friendly, he made it abundantly clear that his heart and body belonged to only one. The question that kept the witchers occupied though was whether Geralt actually knew that. It wasn’t a matter of Jaskier not telling him. No, Jaskier freely volunteered that information and repeatedly. But sometimes the other witchers doubted Geralt actually believed it.

All through winter Jaskier flitted about Kaer Morhen as if he had been there his whole life. He befriended the witchers, endeared himself to them. He chided them all equally when he felt they were not doing themselves justice, be it muttering about not getting dinner just right or messing up while training. But as Jaskier groused, his words warmly reassuring them that no, they were doing just fine. That it was okay to not be perfect all the time, especially when home and amongst family. It was something all the witchers heard some iteration of. And they all had a similar reaction to. A moment of mind going softly blank and then realising several things at once.

Firstly, that Jaskier wasn’t holding them to some unobtainable standard. Nobody within the walls of Kaer Morhen was. That while yes, they needed to keep in shape, it was okay to just be themselves for a bit rather than living up to the image the outside world demanded.

Secondly, and nobody could say if this was more important or not, Jaskier so seamlessly included himself in the description of family. And nobody could disagree with him. While Cintra may have had their lion cub in the form of Ciri, the wolf school of witchers had been adopted by their very own cub. Though they all quietly agreed Jaskier was more Chamrosh than wolf cub. While he had the loyalty and fire of a wolf, he had the freedom and ferocity of an eagle, sod the gentle lark business.

Like all things, winter ended though and the witchers were getting itchy feet. They wanted to get out, return to their duties. As much as they loved the downtime of winter, there was such a thing as too much of a good thing. But there was time before they all set out, a few more days. Unless your name was Geralt. In which case, you were ready to go right that moment.

“Get back here!” Jaskier was marching after Geralt, trying to tug things off him to stop him from being unbelievably stupid and leaving so close to night. It had been something of a spectacle, Geralt trying to leave for the last week but Jaskier was having none of it.

The other witchers were not longer subtle about watching this whole thing play out. So far Jaskier had resorted to clinging to Geralt like a limpet, unable to be shaken off until Geralt promised to not leave that night. He had also followed Geralt around, singing obnoxious songs that got more and more lewd - the witchers learned a few new things about their brother’s bedroom preferences that night. Of course, it was memorable the following night when Jaskier simply started stripping by the door, uncaring of the audience. It seemed that sex worked as a great tool to distracting Geralt. But this night, he seemed even more intent on leaving.

“You don’t understand. I must follow The Path,” Geralt grumbled, tugging his swords from Jaskier’s grip.

“Well, tonight I am The Path and you’re following me.”

That drew a snort from Eskel and he ducked around the doorway to snicker in peace. Not that it stopped Geralt and Jaskier from arguing in the slightest. At least, not until Vesemir stepped in.

“The Path is long and winding. It would be easy if it was straight.” As always, his words were meant to be thought upon, to gain more understanding.

It was Lambert who ruined the effect with a snide “there’s nothing straight about tonight’s Path.” He got a look from Jaskier that turned into a pleased nod.

“Nor easy. So get your sorry behind up those stairs and into the bedroom, Geralt. Now.”

There was something magical about watching Geralt, the star pupil of Kaer Morhen, the one who was put through the mutations twice because he was so special, bow to the whims of his bard at long last.

They didn’t leave until four days later, when everyone else was leaving too, all setting out, following the call of their own Path. But there was one thing for certain. Wherever they were led over the course of the following year, come winter, they would all be back at Kaer Morhen.

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