It may be a bit selfish of an ask.. but could you do some simeon dad content with the BOF!MC? (Fluff or angst, you choose!)
I dont care how you portray the MC, as i never actually set a personality for them, but I understand completely if you dont want to write such a story <33
Anyways, as always, remember to eat, sleep, and dont do drugs!
Sincerely, 💜
I hope you will enjoy this one 💜 anon. If anyone isn't familiar with 💜 anon's BoF!MC or their AU, you can read a bit more about it under this tag. (hopefully I got it all since I went back and added the tag)
If you just want enough context to read the story, in this AU, Simeon had a half-human, half-angel child in a similar way to how Satan was created. The child will be referred to MC in this, but it's not the normal/original MC (reader) I use. So it's not the standard x reader fic. It's basically just Simeon dad content. Also, the child has strong, persistent pain that they've adapted to over years. The child is around pre-teen years.
A Little Simeon Dad Story
(BoF AU) (some angst) (but some softness) (mentions of physical harm and bullying)
Word Count: +2,400
“I’m home,” MC announced – restrained and hoping that Simeon wouldn’t notice them coming through the front door. They tried to sneak off to their room as quietly as possible.
“Welcome back, sweetie. How was school?” Simeon hollered from the kitchen as he stirred the pot. He had a homemade loaf of bread baking in the oven; something had to distract him from the fact that his child insisted upon walking home on their own for the first time, and breadmaking was – at least – time consuming.
Yes, his child was probably old enough to walk home alone; they were the equivalent of Luke’s age when he first started going around the Devildom on his own. However, Simeon had grown into an overprotective father, and ever since his sweet baby began their education, he would walk them to and from school every day – if he couldn’t walk them, there were a handful of powerful members of their adoptive family that would. Although, the one time that Diavolo walked them to school, MC was embarrassed to be dropped off by the King. They didn’t hear the end of it for weeks. Simeon wanted to know that his child was safe and protected, but he also understood that his baby had to grow up at some point; it would only stunt their growth if he refused their request to walk back from school on their own today. Besides, if MC needed help, they had their D.D.D. with them; and they had taken to technology much quicker than Simeon ever could. After a month with it, they were already able to start teaching him about new features. Ah, youth. Simeon smiled to himself.
“How was walking home alone?” Simeon asked another question, trying to prompt his child to join him in the kitchen and talk about their day.
In truth, Simeon had been watching the clock carefully, calculating a reasonable time frame for his child to return, justifying every second past the earliest possible minute. Did they stay a little later to talk with a friend? Did they have to talk to a teacher after class? Do they walk slower when they aren’t trying to keep up with me? Maybe they feel sore? Or maybe they’re leisurely enjoying the scenery? Did they stop somewhere? No – they would have told me, right? What if they got lost? What if – Simeon had to silence those thoughts. When the door opened, and his sweet baby’s voice rang out, he was awash with relief.
“It was fine, but I’m pretty tired. I was thinking about taking a shower and going to bed. I’ll do homework tomorrow.” They tried to cover the strain in their voice that came from an added layer of pain today. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
That struck Simeon as odd, and MC needed to eat something after getting back. He turned the stove temperature down and peeked his head out into the living room to find his child slinking towards their room. “You have to eat, MC – even if it’s just a few bites. Dinner will be ready soon. It’s one of your favorites. If you want to shower before eating, that’s fine.”
“Alright, dad,” they paused, angling themselves away from Simeon, before adding, “thanks.”
“Is something wrong, sweetie?”
“Nope. All good.”
“You are awful at lying to your father,” Simeon sighed. It was a relief that they hadn’t learned how to lie well yet. “Can you look at me?”
MC turned around to reveal a bruised and scratched up cheek – evidence of being punched by someone wearing rings, and probably gaudy and cheap decorative ones at that. The front of their pants was slightly dirty, as if MC had made an attempt to brush them clean only to stop when they realized it stung the scrapes on the palms of their hands and smeared specks of blood over the dirty surface.
Simeon’s jaw dropped, horrified. He rushed to their side, resisting the urge to pat them and check for other injuries. “What happened to you?!”
“It’s fine. Nothing happened,” they shrugged – although the motion hurt. “I just want to get cleaned up.”
Simeon took a deep breath in to calm himself. “I understand that, but we need to talk about this. You’re all scratched up and bruised. I’m worried.”
“I’m fine. Can it wait until after I’m clean?” There was a bite to their words.
“Okay,” Simeon conceded. “Do you need me to help disinfect anything?”
“I can do it.”
“Okay. Alright.” Simeon bit back his pain and concern. “I’ll finish dinner. Come to the couch in the living room when you’re done.”
“Fine.”
“I love you, okay?”
“I love you, too.”
Simeon rushed to finish dinner, trying not to accidentally stir his rage into the stew as it bubbled up. He pulled out the bread to let it cool. Why did I let them walk alone?! I should have protected them.
When MC left the bathroom, everything ached more than usual and their upper arm felt stiff where they had been punched – and after they fell to the ground, kicked. If the witch from the Demonus shop that Simeon never let MC go into hadn’t come out of her store to chase away those demons, it would have been worse. Thinking back, MC was embarrassed that they got up and ran away without even bothering to thank her. She had even bent down to ask if they were okay and if she should call someone for them.
Simeon was waiting on the couch for them. He was unusually scrunched up, bending forward and holding himself while tapping at the side of his thigh with one hand. The rhythmic sensation soothed him slightly, but he couldn’t get the thought out of his head: someone had beaten his baby – and it could have been much worse. His eyes were trained on the floor.
“. . .dad?” MC mumbled awkwardly. They hadn’t seen him this distressed in years.
“Oh, sorry sweetie.” Simeon jolted up and scooted over more. He pat the spot next to him, which MC took. They stared at him, waiting for him – as the parent – to breach the topic. Simeon nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know where to start. How bad is the pain? What happened? Who – I know this wasn’t an accident, so who did it?”
Although Simeon had intended to smother his wrath before MC returned, it came back just under the surface when he imagined someone daring to attack his baby. MC wasn’t meant to know how mad he was, but they could tell, so they told him a redacted version of the truth: a couple of demons from school had ganged up on them on their way back home. The demons had seen MC leave by themselves, and they waited until they were far enough from the school campus to attack. The specifics of the attack were left out, and no names were given. As much as Simeon wanted to know, he recognized that he had a desire for revenge more than justice. It was for the best that MC kept their identities a secret. MC explained that they ran home as quickly as they could after the shop owner rescued them, and that they waited outside for a few minutes until their breath calmed down. Simeon would never admit it, but he was a bit impressed that they had the forethought to wait outside for a while.
“. . .that’s about it,” MC added, hoping they were done with the awful ordeal of recounting the attack.
“I need to know where you got hit.”
“Nowhere bad. No head, neck, throat, spine, or chest hits,” they added, counting each one off on their fingers. “It’s not my first attack.”
At that solemn reminder, Simeon swallowed hard, gulping down his guilt; it wasn’t useful to him now. “I know, and I trust you, but I’m going to call the physician Barbatos and Diavolo found for you later. I’d feel better if we got you checked up.”
“I don’t want–” they started.
“I wasn’t asking,” Simeon interrupted. “I need you to do this for me. If you don’t like the doctor, we’ll get you another one.”
“She’s fine, but I really don’t need to go. I’ll be okay.”
“That’s good. Then your doctor will confirm that with us after your appointment.”
“Can it at least wait until tomorrow morning?” They sighed. It had already been such a long day, and they were certain they were going to be fine. If they needed a check-up to appease their father, they would get it, but right now, they just wanted to rest.
“Promise you’ll be okay.” Simeon held out his little finger. He hadn’t made MC pinky promise in years. If not for the seriousness on their father’s face, MC would have thought Simeon was just being an embarrassing, goofy dad again. They nodded and hooked their finger with his. Simeon gave them a soft smile. “Okay. We can wait, but if you feel worse at any point in the night, tell me right away – even if you think it’s nothing, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Thank you, sweetie.” Simeon finally let go of his child’s pinky. “Can I ask you something else?”
“Sure.”
“Why did you want to walk home alone today?”
“It’s stupid.”
“That’s okay,” Simeon smiled, “even if you think it’s stupid, I want to know.”
“I wanted to walk home with Sylvia,” MC admitted. “She’s an incubus – or maybe it’s a succubus now? I don’t know – her mom’s a succubus. She’s really nice to me, and I want to be friends with her. We walk the same way home sometimes, so I thought – I don’t know. But she didn’t show up today, so I just walked alone.”
“So, you didn’t actually want to walk home alone?” Simeon was almost pleased to know that someone was nice to his baby. “Why didn’t you call someone to walk you home?”
“I didn’t want to bother or disappoint you.”
“Why would I be disappointed, sweetheart?”
“Because I was the one who asked if I could walk home alone.”
“You’re allowed to change your mind.” Simeon shook his head in exasperation. “Why didn’t you call someone else?”
“Barbatos is always busy, Satan has book club with Solomon and (original) MC on Friday afternoons, everyone fauns over Luke and Diavolo when they pick me up, and the last time uncle Raph walked me home, he caused 80 thousand grimm worth of damage because a demon said I smelled like a mutt. So, I just walked alone.”
“Why do you know so much about the adults in your life?” Simeon slapped his hand to his own forehead with a sigh. “Sweetie, can I have a hug?”
MC shrugged. “Okay.”
“My sweet baby.” Simeon wrapped MC in his gentle embrace. He was warm enough that the pain began to fade slightly – or maybe it wasn’t the warmth. Maybe their dad just had magical, healing hugs. Simeon rubbed their back softly, careful not to add too much pressure. “It wouldn’t have been a bother. I’m always happy to walk you home. I’m so sorry that you got hurt because you didn’t want to ask for help. I’m your dad. I’ll show up when I know you need me.”
Simeon pulled back and put his hands on MC’s arms, holding them affectionately. The swelling on their arm was evident under his hand, and Simeon felt his heart break. He couldn’t even see the bruise, but he knew it was bad.
“Wait here for one second, okay?” Simeon signaled for MC to stay put while he hurried to the medicine cabinet. He returned with a large glass jar containing an ominous-looking blue substance.
“What is that?”
“Solomon concocted a soothing lotion for you to help with some of your pain. It’s supposed to be pretty strong. He brought it by – probably on his way to this mysterious book club I’ve never heard about before. You should try some on the bruises. It might help.” Simeon sat down and set the jar between them. “Do you want me to put it on your arm for you?”
Normally, MC would have insisted that they could do it themselves, but after the day they had, they wanted a bit of attention and care. They nodded.
“Roll up your sleep for me, then.”
Simeon tried not to react to the massive bruises on his child’s arm. They were already turning dark shades of purple and brown. It looked painful, and there were multiple hard lumps under the darkest parts. Simeon gently applied the lotion, feeling his own hand start to tingle from the lotion’s numbing properties. He hoped it would be enough to help his poor baby. When he was done, Simeon rolled their sleeve back down – happy to not have to face physical evidence of his child’s pain anymore. “How does it feel?”
“It’s the strongest sh– stuff he’s ever made,” MC quickly corrected their desire to curse, shocked by the degree of pain relief Solomon’s concoction had given them. “It feels a little better.”
“Good. I’ll pass that onto Solomon. I’ll let you keep this, but if you want help putting it on, just ask.” Simeon smiled softly as he tightened the lid on the jar. He stood up. “How about we put on one of your comfort shows or a movie you like, and we can eat dinner in here while we watch it? Does that sound good?”
“For real?” MC perked up, which warmed Simeon’s heart.
“Yes, and maybe you can tell me about that girl you want to befriend. Is it the one with the single mom? I think I know her.”
“Yeah. But why do you know a succubus, dad?” MC smirked. “That’s sus. Should I tell Barbatos?”
“What? Why? I know most of the parents! I go to PTA meetings – whether they like it or not,” Simeon’s embarrassment gave way to bitterness as he grumbled the last part, mostly to himself. Some of the demon parents weren’t keen on him or his child being involved with the school. Still, if it was the succubus he was thinking about – the nice single mom who had actually been friendly to him during the first meeting, then Simeon was happy at the prospect of her daughter befriending his kid. Simeon added on, “And stop learning slang from your classmates. I don’t understand it.”
“I’m sorry.” MC didn’t mean it – not about the slang, anyway.
“It’s okay, sweetie. I love you.”
“I love you, too, dad. Now, can we please eat? Dinner smells so good, and I’m so hungry that I finally understand uncle Beel.”
“Okay, okay, my growing child,” Simeon laughed, “just don’t eat the plate like your uncle.”
A/N: Hopefully I did okay with writing a child character. I don't have a lot of experience there. I know this one is different, but hopefully y'all enjoy it - and if no one else, than that at least 💜 anon enjoys it. I hope you don't mind that I added some OC content in here. I wanted the MC to have a friend their age. Simeon also deserves a "technically single" parent friend. And what's more fun than a former angel being friends with a succubus?
NO YES URHG I've been having this idea for a Boys Over Flowers!AU where Jidwi is the heir of the most influential company in Korea (Shinhwa), but after a scandal where his father gets murdered by a mobster or something he goes into hiding while his mother tries to sort out the mess.
After several years, he graduates from a top uni abroad and expects to become the CEO of Shinwha, but is told that he must start from the bottom (office work) and work his way up to become CEO so they don’t suspect that he is the son. He ends up working in the same department as Sunwoo, Ahro, Banryu, Hansung, Yeowool, and Suho.
Yeowool is plenty rich but is bored of his lavish life and decides to get a job. Hansung is supposed to the the heir to a law firm but is an aspiring writer/historian. Because he cuts ties with his family, he loses financial aid and has to get a job at Shinhwa. At first, Hansung is annoyed at how spoilt Yeowool is, and Yeowool doesn’t understand how someone could leave behind such a bright future, but ya they fall in love because otp <3 Hansung writes a successful book about the history of Hwarang’s that gets converted into a kdrama, and Yeowool learns to become more independent and gets a job as a model. This is pretty lucky, because Yeowool’s family loose their estate when they’re caught in a bribing scandal.
Suho and Banryu are both from rich families, and have known each other since birth. They are sons of government officials with polar political views, and because of that they had to become rivals. During university Suho claimed that Banryu wouldn’t be capable of opening a word document without the help of a maid, and in their rivalry they challenge each other to see who would get an “employee of the year” award to settle their argument. Spending so much time together ends up with them falling in love, but because of the strict “no dating coworkers” rule and their pettiness (to win the award) they try not to act on their feelings. Plot twist where Banryu’s step-father is working with the mobsters and blackmailing Shinhwa with details over the scandal, and Banryu is supposed to find out who the heir of Shinhwa is. Suho finds out everything and surprisingly isn’t pissed. Instead he says “If you go through with his plan, you automatically lose the Employee of the Year Award.” and convinces Banryu to double-cross his asshole step-dad. After things settle down, Banryu and Suho realise that they’re actually really good actors and are cast in Hansung’s Hwarang Drama. End-game Suryu yaas. Also a thing where Sooyeon and Banryu meet and Banryu considers dating Sooyeon. Maybe not because that would be too complex.
Ahro and Sunwoo are siblings from a poor family. His father had a flourishing pharmacy that was shut down to make way for the companies’ new building. Jidwi takes pity on them after meeting Sunwoo at a coffee shop (previous job as a barista) and gives them a job there (anonymously). They end up working there to make money to send Ahro to medical school and reopen the pharmacy. While there, in a twist of events, Sunwoo finds out that he and Ahro are not siblings. He’s the estranged son of the same mobsters that were responsible for the death of Jidwi’s father. They try to convince him to expose the heir of Shinhwa but Sunwoo doesn’t know who Jidwi really is, and they end up striking a friendship when they find out about each others tough past in border-line poverty conditions. They get cloooser and closer, and when the CEO beyotch Jisoo finds out she does everything she can to keep them apart, to the point that she even targets Ahro. With all the attacks on Sunwoo and Ahro, people at the office begin to think that Sunwoo is the heir of Shinhwa. CEO Jisoo eventually talks to Sunwoo and tells him to back off or she’ll “take care” of everything (read: kill Ahro). Things are resolved when Jidwi and Sunwoo finally get their shit together and help each other.
Roles:
Ahro, Yeowool, and Hansung are secretaries. Hansung and Ahro become close friends because of their similar situations, which makes Yeowool jelly. The three of them enjoy gossiping in the lunch room.
Suho and Banryu are programmers. They frequently sabotage each others code (as if coding isn’t hard enough as it is) to piss each other off. Neither of them win Employee of the Year awards.
Jidwi and Sunwoo start off as regular office workers, but Jidwi keeps one getting Sunwoo promoted because he isn’t making enough money.
Wi-Hwa is their sect manager and frequently makes them partake in very strange “group bonding” sessions on the weekends, to their annoyance.
Add "Did Lucifer shit out another one?!" To the options and it would be perfect.
Also, I just got a dream where i killed my irl friend with a glowing pizza cutter and stopped a war..
Anyways!
Daily BOF!AU fact:
Because its well.. the Devildom..
Crimes happen pretty often.
And so once, bof!MC got kidnapped by a bunch of people, accidentally murdered them all, and crawled back to purgatory.
Simeon was worried, SICK. And actually started sobbing!
Funny haha.
Cant wait to kill of the MC!
Anyways, remember to eat, sleep, and dont do drugs!
Sincerely, 💜
See, I ruled that option out because I would assume the baby's skin tone would at least be similar to Simeon's (like Satan's is with Lucifer's).
. . .well, that's some kind of dream, anon.
Oof. Honestly, being killed by the child MC would probably still be better for the kidnappers than if Simeon found them and got hold of them. Poor guy.
Actually, I just got the chat in the original game where Solomon disappears and no one can contact him or find him. Simeon was so pissed off and worried that he pulled a Lucifer on Solomon and called him to his room even after Solomon got punished by Lucifer. Luke called Simeon scarier than Lucifer.
If Simeon doesn't have a reason to be angry, he'd definitely settle on another strong emotion like fear and/or sadness.
Have fun with your angst and fictional murder purple heart anon.
Hey, bbg, i realized i haven't said anything for a while, so im here to check up on you and bother you again!
Fun BOF!au fact!
I dont remember if ive gone into detail about this incident, but lemme just put this here.
Someone, whom i will not name (because its not relevant), threw the kid off of the top of a 103 story building.
That was the day MC sprouted their wings!
That was also the day Simeon almost died (mentally)!
There was a lottt of blood..
Anwyays thats all! Remember to always eat, sleep, and dont do drugs!
Sincerely, 💜
Hi purple heart anon~
Whose blood exactly (because I don't think Simeon is above murder or attempted murder when it comes to his kid)? I assume it wouldn't be the kid's because if they sprouted their wings, I would suspect that they didn't end up hitting the ground.
Yeah, I could see poor MC being subjected to that cruelty. Any random pure-blooded demon, human, angel has the (evil) motivation to do that. I just imagine them being really gross about it, like "Come on, little angel - you're half angel, aren't you? Where are those wings, kiddo? Maybe we should test you and see if you really know how to fly." That awful (albeit kind of cliche) bully-like approach.
Im in the bus atm, but i suddenly thought about a really funny thing about the bof au..
Okay so, as you know, bof!MC ages slower than humans, but to angels and demons (and sorcerers alike), its like no time had passed at all. Simeon, who i still assume is immortal for some odd reason, will watch his child grow older than him, then die.
Funny right?
Cause its probably well within their power to become immortal, but they just.. chose not to.
Maybe their father will go against their wishes and make them immortal behind their back, maybe their bestie westy mcfesty (Satan) will find a way to resuruct (help how do you spell that word) them.
But anyways, yeah, MC dies and people are sad.
And always remember, eat, sleep, and don't do drugs!
Sincerely, 💜
It's "resurrect."
My dear purple heart anon, I think our definitions of funny are ill-aligned.
I kind of like killing off characters, and I have a pretty neutral stance about it. Maybe I'm weird, but yeah. That makes complete sense. I wouldn't want to become immortal either, so I agree with BoF!MC. In fact, it makes it even sadder if they're just fine with dying, but everyone around them spends so much time and effort trying to save them and protect them - especially if they don't focus on savoring their time with the MC because they're trying to save them.
If they have wrath issues to control, I can just imagine the arguments that would cause. If someone went against your wishes, and completely changed the course of your life, essentially erasing your end, I just imagine nothing but pure rage and pain unlike anything they had ever experienced. This may be a difficult topic to address well in the writing, but you mentioned that your MC feels more pain than most, and Simeon sentencing his own child to eternal chronic pain sounds so evil on his part.
Writing post-character-death sadness is so fun to write because how the characters grow and move on can be so sad and beautiful and rewarding.
This isnt a Simbarb centred au, but Simbarb is definitely canon in this.
Okay, so basically, i had the idea that Simeon, like Lucifer, birthed a child or something along the lines of that.
We know he got turned into a human, but weve also never seen his angel form, and have no idea whether he still has that form, or maybe just his wings from being an angel before.
But then one day Father was like, "oh fuck that." And sent some angels to go chop off his wings!! Michael included.
And it was like, a surprise attack, they just casually ambushed him one day while he was walking somewhere and cut off all of his wings, which they then mindlessly discarded into a pile. But then, the pile suddenly started glowing!!
Turns out Simeons fear and pain had birthed a half human half angel child! Since Simeon had been turned into a human, he no longer had the uh.. celestial magic in his to be fully angel. But since the wings were technically made from celestial magic, some part of that just went into the creation of uh.. MC?
Then the newly birthed child sat up from the pile of feathers, covered in blood, and started screaming!! Then the feathers around it suddenly became as sharp as a dart and started shooting recklessly at the angels.
And Simeon, being the ultimate dad other than Barbatos, crawled over to the child and started to comfort it, even though everywhere he went, there was a pool of blood beneath him.
Then the angels went away, and i stopped planning from here!!
But Barbatos is definitely the childs other dad, and MC (from the original game) is the other parent.
Uh.. yeah thats about it!! If you have any more questions, feel free to ask <33
And remember to eat, sleep, and dont do drugs :3
Sincerely, 💜
Oh. Oh, I love this (even though I'm also thinking why would you hurt this sweet angel like that?) You really did him dirty - which the sadistic, angst-loving part of me appreciates. I'm a big fan of the bloody/mangled/torn off wings image.
Okay, but where would Raphael fall (sounds like I'm trying to make a pun here) in this? It's already bad enough sending Michael, but having Raphael take part in that too would be. . .oof. That just sounds like an all-round trauma party.
Would the sharp feathers eventually return to normal after the baby stops crying, and could they then get turned into a white feather boa like the one Satan has in black? (Sorry, now I'm thinking about Barbatos, dutiful butler that he is, having a few laundry tips and tricks up his sleeve, washing the blood from Simeon's old feathers and then using them to construct the feather boa. Oh. Or Raphael could construct it instead. Sorry, I don't mean to intrude on your AU, so I hope you don't mind me adding in my thoughts. I have a bad habit of doing that.)
That child would be so adored and taken care of between the three. Sorry, just let me imagine Barbatos rocking a half-human, half-angel baby to sleep in his tail while Simeon hums the child to sleep. One more thing, would Luke be like the child's brother or uncle, though?
I hope you are staying safe and healthy 💜 anon, and I hope (should you so choose) that you continue your creative thoughts.
But actually i get joy from seeing and thinking off my characters suffering..
I think i should seek therapy.
Anyways, Bof!au fact of the day:
The original MC (the one from obey me), was still in the past when all this happened. So bof!mc happened when om!nb was taking place.
The om!MC came back one day, and a child just poofed out of nowhere..
Anyways, remember to eat, sleep, and dont do drugs!
Sincerely, 💜
Right?
To be honest, I think it's a cathartic and healthy way to explore suffering. A lot of writers I've met feel the same about wanting to make characters suffer - at least the ones I get along with the most.
Maybe? Same boat with the therapy thing, though. I don't know about you, but I got those U.S.A. healthcare costs, so that's not an option I really gravitate towards. But if you can, we support going therapy and using mental health services on this blog.
That would certainly be a surprise from Simeon. I'm just imagining that two option selection screen just saying
"Hey, Simeon, who's the kid?"
or
"Where did this baby come from!? I can't handle another child."
Either very accepting and nonchalant or losing their mind as a reaction. Alternatively, having to do a headcount of all the demons to make sure no one got turned into a child again or something else ridiculous.
Okay i admit i have been procastinating on the idea to the point where idk what i wanted to write but i just remembered a little fun fact i dont know if i shared yet!
Bof!MC is 'deathly' afraid of rats.
Why?
Ratatouille.
Anwyays remember to eat, sleep, and dont do drugs!
Sincerely, 💜
That's okay. It happens to the best of us, I'm sure. That partly why I have so many thoughts and notes about ideas - otherwise I would just forget them. Now they can at least sit comfortably, gathering figurative or literal dust.
Not going to lie, I spent a good few minutes trying to figure out what "Bof!" means, and I still have no idea what that stands for. (I'm allowed to be a little dumb, I guess)
But why? Ratatouille is a good rat, right? (I don't remember the movie much, so maybe that makes sense somehow?) Although, if someone told me that Solomon had a ratatouille situation going on with an untalented rat, at least that would finally make his cooking make sense. In that case, I'd still like rats, but I would feel that at least one of their kind was actively out to commit atrocities.
