#“i'll always be the black sheep of the family”

[witch128chick]

Happy day lesbians!!

Ah it feels so good to say it. At home i'm "straight" and only a few people know the truth. It's not easy here in the closet but i'm still proudly a lesbian! It's both scary and badass to be the black sheep of the family lol

[barefoot-joker]

Destined for Heaven, Stolen by the Devil~ Yandere!Lucifer X Reader

Hey, guys and welcome to another Lucifer story. I'm sorry I write for him a lot. I just find to him be a very relatable character and I love him so much! Anyway, this fic deals with heavy Christianity themes, so I did my best to research. If something is wrong, please tell me and I'll do my best to fix it. I was very inspired by the song 'The Plagues' from "The Prince of Egypt". As always, I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 2899

Warnings: Heavy Christianity Themes/Beliefs, Swearing, Christianity Mocking, Slight Possessive Tendencies, Reader's Aunt likes crystals, Reader Dies, Kidnapping?

I sighed as my mother pulled a light blue cardigan over my shoulders. She dusted off my dress and fixed my hair so that I looked presentable. Today was Sunday so that meant we had to go to church. I wasn’t too fond of going and I would have rather been playing in the backyard as a twelve year old does. However, my mom made it her duty to take me and make me a good Christian girl. “Why do we have to go, mom? It’s soooo boring!”

I stuck out my tongue at her. She gently pushed it back in. “You know I want our family to have a good relationship with the Lord. It’s our Christian duty. Besides, going to church is in your blood. After all-”

“Yeah, yeah. God told you that I was destined to be a wife for Adam. How can you believe that? It came to you in a dream.”

“Y/n M/n L/n! You do not question God’s ways! You know better! Now come on, we don’t want to be late.”

Dragging me by the hand, she ushered me into the family Cadillac and sped off. I sighed heavily. There were so many things I’d rather be doing than go to church. I could be with my friends, heck I could be at my cool Aunt’s house. “Hey, mom?”

“Yes, dear?”

“When are we going to visit Aunt Hailey? When she called you said we’d be seeing her soon.”

“I only said that to get her off my back. You know how I feel about her.”

I grunted and crossed my arms. Aunt Hailey was seen as the black sheep in the family all because she was wealthy. A lot of our relatives (my mother included) thought she sold her soul to the Devil in order to be immensely rich and refused to interact with her. I, however, thought she was so cool. When she used to come over she’d regale to me hundreds of stories about her travels around the world. She even showed me her cool crystal collection when we went over to her house a few times. “Now don’t be like that. It’s not ladylike.”

I grunted again and slid down in the tan leather seat. A few minutes later the car was parked in the church parking lot and I was being dragged inside. Sometimes I wish I had siblings so I wasn’t the only one to feel mom’s wrath. She seated us near the front and handed me the heavy white Bible from the pew. I robotically turned to the page with the Lord’s prayer and stood when Pastor Bob entered. We began reciting the Lord’s prayer and sang a hymn before we sat. I didn’t pay much attention as our Priest told us his sermon for the day but I didn’t dare to look around the room. I had to look the part after all. Fidgety, I played with my ring finger. Glancing down, I took in the birthmark that oddly looked like an apple. I remember it showing up after I stayed at Aunt Hailey’s house one day. I never told my mother about it though. I was often reminded of the tale of Eve and the apple and I don’t know what she would do if ever saw the fruit insignia. After the sermon and another hymn, it was time for communion. We all stood in line and when it was my turn I took the small Ritz cracker and ate it. I coughed lightly and then took a sip from the golden chalice. My mom and I returned to our seats and when everyone was done, we recited the Lord’s prayer one final time. Thank goodness it was over. 

As we walked out, I was forced to shake hands with our elderly Pastor. “How is my favorite little disciple doing today?”

I cringed at that. Ever since my mother told the church of her insane dream I was treated like some goddess. “Good.”

“That’s great to hear. I look forward to our weekly blessing.”

“Of course, Pastor Bob,” my mom butted in, “we wouldn’t miss it.”

He smiled and bid us both ado. We walked back to the car and drove home. As we passed by houses in our neighborhood, I looked longingly at the kids playing. Besides church, Sunday was dedicated to my education of becoming a housewife so when I did die and go to Heaven I was prepared. Parking the car, we went inside. I slipped off my Mary Janes and put them by the door. The rest of the day was spent cleaning, doing embroidery work and cooking. Just as I was getting ready for bed, the phone rang. I went into the kitchen and picked up the landline. “Hello?”

“Is my dear Y/n there?”

“This is her.”

“It’s your Aunt Hailey.”

“Auntie! Hi! How are you?”

She chuckled. “I am good, my darling. And you? Surviving another day in that stuffy house?”

I giggled at her commentary. “I’ve been okay. What can I do for you?”

“I was wondering when you can come over. I was talking with a friend the other day and he would like to meet you properly. I believe he saw you at my house when you were five.”

“I’d love to come over! Let me ask mom real quick.”

I walked into the living room and pressed the phone to my chest. “Hey, mom. Aunt Hailey’s on the phone. She wants to know when I can come over.”

She looked up from her book and glared at the phone. “You know my answer.”

“Come on, mom! It’ll just be for a day!”

“I don’t know.”

“Please! I promise when I get back I’ll focus on my wifely duties! Please!”

I gave her puppy dog eyes and slightly whimpered. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Alright. You can go tomorrow, but I expect you to stay true to your promise. You know how God would feel if you went back on your word.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

I lifted the phone up to my ear and quickly ran into the kitchen. “She said I can come tomorrow.”

“Wonderful! I’ll see you then, my dear.”

“Bye, Auntie!”

“Goodbye for now, darling.”

I ended the call and put the phone back on the receiver. I returned to the living room where mom and I did our nightly prayer. When we finished, she gave my forehead a kiss and sent me to bed. 

The next morning I dressed in a plaid dress shirt, brown capri pants and black oxfords. I bounced in the passenger seat giddily as my mother parked the car in my Aunt’s gravel driveway. “Now remember to behave. I don’t need any calls about your disobedience.”

“I’ll be good, I will.”

“That’s my girl. And you have your cross necklace?”

“Yes, mom. Can I go now?”

She kissed my forehead and I got out of the car. “Be safe! Call me if something happens and I’ll be back around dinner to pick you up!”

“Okay mom, bye!”

I waved and she drove off. I turned towards my relative’s mansion and walked up the stone steps. I grabbed the handle from the golden lion’s head and gave three loud knocks on the large oak door. The door opened to reveal Timothy, my Hailey’s middle aged butler. “Ah Miss Y/n, we were expecting you. Please come in.”

He stood to the side and allowed me inside. Closing the door, he led me across the marble floor to one of the drawing rooms near the back. I could hear muffled voices talking as we entered, Timothy clearing his throat. “Your niece is here, madam.”

“Thank you, Timothy. That will be all.”

He bowed and exited the room. My Auntie smiled and gestured for me to come over. I ran to her and gave her a big hug. Her navy silk and lace dress clung to me. “It’s so good to see you, darling! I’ve missed you so!”

“I’ve missed you too!”

I pulled away and she motioned to the gold and floral print armchair next to her. I sat and looked at her guest on the chaise lounge. He seemed quite the esteemed gentleman. He had slicked back blonde hair, pale skin and red eyes. I found them quite odd but didn’t judge. Mother said it was bad to judge based upon appearances. He wore a white suit with a red dress shirt, a black tie with black flower detailing, black leather gloves and shiny black dress shoes. He was on the shorter side as well. “Y/n, I’d like you to meet my friend Luci. He’s the one to thank for my wealth.”

The man stood and bowed to me. He took my hand and kissed my apple birthmark. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, my little apple. Your Aunt has told me so much about you.”

“It’s good to meet you too, sir.”

“So polite. Your mother is raising you right.”

“Except for the amount of gospel she puts in my poor baby’s head. I swear all because of her fucking dream, she’s gone total Bible thumper.”

Luci titled his head to the side. “Oh you’ll have to tell me over tea. Speaking of which, I think Timothy has finished setting up the garden for us.”

“Splendid!”

We all stood and the blonde offered me his arm. I gladly took it and we walked outside to Hailey’s marble floored porch. A metal table sat in the middle overlooking her large flower garden, a lacy white tablecloth set on top. Luci pulled out my chair and after I sat, pushed it in. He sat next to me and began pouring tea for all of us. Today Timothy had picked out the clear glass kettle so we could see the yellow liquid inside and the pastel teacups. I thanked Auntie’s friend when he poured into my cup and marveled at the small pink flower floating. “I see we’re having chrysanthemum tea. You know it’s your Auntie’s favorite.”

I giggled and picked up my cup. Blowing a little, I took a sip and smiled at the sweet taste. “So you were talking about Y/n’s mother?”

“Ah yes. She’s always been a Christian woman, believing in the power above. Then one night she had a dream, a vision she calls it, that Y/n is to be the third wife of the first man Adam. Ever since then she’s been obsessively devoted and is dragging my poor niece with her.”

“I see.”

Luci seemed to become stiff at the mention of Heaven and God. Perhaps it was a touchy subject?

“So God came to her and said this, hm?”

“Sure as shit supposedly.”

The three of us sipped our tea in silence. “So has school been going, my dear?”

“Good, Auntie. We learned how to do cursive in English the other day so now I can write my name all fancy!”

“That’s great, darling. Anything else?”

“I’ve been feeling kind of left out lately.”

Both adults turned to me in curiosity. “How so?”

“Well none of the other kids my age are really learning wifely duties, at least not as much as me. When I want to go outside and play mom forces me to do my skills.”

“Wifely duties? Pray do tell,” Luci cocked an eyebrow.

“I learned how to clean the house from top to bottom, cook all three meals, sew, embroider, and do laundry. Basically anything my mom deems necessary to please this angelic husband of mine.”

“I can assure you it will come in handy. Especially with how much of pigish brute he is.”

“How do you know?”

“I just got that impression when I’ve read his passages in the Bible, sweetie.”

“Oh.”

“If you had a real man I can be sure you wouldn’t need those skills, darling,” Auntie piped up, sipping her tea.

“A real man? Like who?”

“Like Luci for example!”

I turned to the blonde and he smiled. His eyes glinted with what looked like adoration. He gently grabbed my hand and held it, his hands quite warm through his gloves. He brought it to his lips and kissed the back of my hand. “It’s true. If you were my wife you wouldn’t want for nothing. Every day would be spent in marital bliss.”

“Sounds gross!”

He chuckled and kissed my hand again. “When you’re older you’ll come to love it.”

‘If you say so.”

“I know so.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent listening to Luci’s tales from his travels while drinking our tea. They were quite intriguing and full of adventure. The people he met, the places he went were all so fascinating. It soon became dinner time and true to her word my mom sat in the driveway. Luci walked me to the door and gave a little bow. “It was a pleasure to chat with you, Y/n. I have a feeling we will see each other more in the future.”

“I hope so. You’re so cool, Luci!”

He smirked and patted my head. “Farewell, little lady.”

“Goodbye, Luci!”

I gave him a quick hug before running to the car.

Sure enough as I grew up I ran into the short blonde more often than not. From trips to the grocery store to when I was allowed at Aunt Hailey’s house, we would bump into each other. We’d always exchange a few words and always those red eyes sparkled bright around me. 

That was eleven years ago. Now I lay in a hospital bed, feeling like I was on the brink of death. A few years after meeting Luci I had gotten terribly ill. I was feverish, pale and felt nauseous. My mother was worried and took me to the clinic. I was just diagnosed with the flu. I took my medicine and stayed in bed as best as possible but the final straw was when I fainted in the backyard while gardening. Since then, I had been in and out of hospital with different doctors viewing me like prize cattle. I was poked, prodded and dug at only to be told no one had a clue as to why I was sick. It was like it had just fallen upon me. My mother became even more obsessive in her Christian ways. I was blessed every weekend and prayed upon every day to try and heal my mysterious illness. I was forced to drink holy water at every opportunity and had to wear my cross necklace with two rosaries. 

Currently, I was coughing so hard I felt like I dislocated my lungs. My mother sat next to me holding my hand, a rosary wrapping around us. As I continued to cough she pushed some hair out of my face. “You’re going to be alright, honey. Just stay strong.”

After my coughing fit, I laid back and tried to catch my breath. “I feel like I’m dying.”

Her hand tightened around mine and I could feel her body shake with sobs. “Maybe this is God’s way of letting us know Adam needs you. As much as I’d hate to see my baby go, you’d finally fulfill your purpose.”

“Mom, please. Not now.”

“I’m sorry.”

A knock at the door made us both look over. There in the entryway stood Luci, his white hat with the dark red band hanging tightly in his hands. “Come in.”

He stepped forward and gave a small smile. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

“Y/n! Language!”

“Sorry.”

He chuckled and came to my side, putting a hand on my shoulder. “May I have a moment alone, please?”

My mom looked at me and I gave a curt nod. She sighed and stood. “I’ll go get something to eat. I’ll be back later, honey.”

She gave my forehead a kiss and walked out, shutting the door behind her. Luci took her place in the chair next to my bed. “What can I do for you, handsome?”

“I wanted to come see you. Hailey told me how you were faring and I knew I needed to come immediately.”

“I appreciate that. Especially since I feel like this may be the last time you see me.”

“Nonsense. We will always find each other, even in death.”

He brought his hand up and caressed my cheek. I smiled and then began coughing. I turned away and hacked into my arm, only turning back when I was done. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

His hand wrapped around mine and squoze tightly. “You know, I could end your suffering right now.”

“Yeah right.”

“I’m not lying to you, my dear. One small kiss and you’d go peacefully.”

“Luci-”

“And then we can be together forever. Adam, not even Heaven will keep you from me.”

“What are you talking about?” “Just kiss me.”

What could go wrong? I was already suffering so much.

“...Alright.”

He leaned forward and connected our lips. He tasted sweet like caramel apples and I just melted. My soul felt like it was being sucked out of my body and when he pulled away I couldn’t breathe. “You’re mine, little apple. Forever and always.”

He caressed my hand and my eyes closed.

The beeping of the heart monitor slowed and then faded to silence all together.

[astrophileblogs07]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS PT.20

⚫ Opposite to the stereotype of Leo being a narcissist, its the Aquarians who are more narcissist than ANY other zodiac. Esp its the Dhanishta naks out of the Aqua naks who are so.

⚫ I have seen 3 Aquarian moons (of Dhanishta nak) who had a poverty stricken first half of life (childhood, teenage years) but then they become well off like rlly very well off in their second half (esp after marriage). They marry rich 🤑 too. What i am saying here is the dramatic transformation of their financial life.

⚫ Pisces men are physically abusive. That's it. Esp the March Pisces. They literally are a bully. (Dont be fooled by the beautiful doe eyes lol)

⚫ "WOW What voluminous and luscious hair he's got!" -my ♌ rising and moon mom commenting on a side character with insignificant role in a movie 🤣. I wasn't noticing that at all...but she seemed to be stuck on that feature 😂.

⚫ Martian influence on a chart can actually have a liking to dangerous weapons and ammunitions. (Like idk I weirdly love them 😂😂)

⚫ Females with Ketu ruled naks are the first group of people whom male perceive as "threat". (Second is mars btw). Like if the other person is a typical male (egoistic, chauvinist) they will literally hate you to the core coz they know you equal them in all ways (except you know what LMAO 🤣). So they'll try to pin you down or belittle you etc. (sad, but since I have experienced I wanted it to share w you guys)

⚫ Also I love the way Ketu Nak women get along becoz mostly they have so much in common. And by that I mean how the society (male dom) treats them. I am not saying they're an "outcast" but the reaction they face just coz the male species get intimidated by us which has an cascading effect on our mental peace is beyond tolerance.

⚫Ketu naks are sexyyyyyy 🖤👁️🫦👁️❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

(I always imagine a smokin hot biker girl 👩🏻‍🎤with leather jacket and smoky eyeshadow whenever I hear "Ashwini, Magha and Mula")

⚫ I have seen a Chart which was totally "Mars" chart and I'll tell you, that person has Aries asc, Moon, Mars and (Mercury ig is in Scorpio?idr) along with Scorpio sun. And that person is like personified version of the planet itself. So cunning and so shrewd, potentially be a mastermind. Statergic. Secretive af. (Might be their middle name to exaggerate). Close to their mom. Loves friends (friends over anything). Also they have a "reddish" tint to their skin (no health probs, but yeah that planet does that). Knows how to tackle any embarrassing moment in public and deal with it. (I am jealous of him coz i wanted to be like him in every way 😂)

⚫Lilith and Pluto aspects in natal chart can actually survive 8H synastry. Almost same energy and themes. 💀

⚫Why are Maghas the "scapegoat" of the family? Like they be framed in a situation with which they have no relation with. Its annoying to see. Its like you're locked in your room chilling and as soon as you step out, everyone in the family is blaming you for something or the other. Now you're the "bad guy". (Yo wtf 🤡). Added to the generosity of Leos, people target you often. 😕

⚫Libra men CANNOT stand loneliness and being ostracized at all in any way. I have seen this in every Libra I came across. For eg: if you're the "black sheep" they won't talk to you and will go with what the crowd says. And if people have outcasted them just becoz they're with you/involved with you, they'll drop you like hot potato. People say and stereotype Capricorns for being the one who cares about reputation and all, but her 'Venus-ruled-Saturn-exalted' sister also is same. 💀

(no wonder they're besties lol)

P.S: I read a post here which said "Eye contact with 8H synastry hits different" ( i am not copying, i don't remember the username) and boy is that true 💀💀💀. Like I was -->😯😳🫣. Coz I have experienced that 🤣🤣. It does, than any other eye contact I have seen. Lmao 🤣🤣.{Edit: its @zeldasnotes 🖤😁}

Hope you liked it 😁😊. Until next time! 👋🏻

Love you y'all ❤️❤️❤️

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Pretty like the wind

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a/n fourteenth part! You guys we are nearing the end and this one... This one was tough. I will only be able to accept complaints via email. Enjoy! 😉🤍🫧

warning: kids, blood, torture, intoxication, drugs, dark magic, pain, deaths, Illyrian torture mmm... I'm trying to think if I haven't missed anything. Ah... wounds.

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There was one thing Azriel was certain about: he was never going to get used to the sensation of holding you. The way his body ignited. It felt as if only then all of his senses were in tune with the rest of his body. The sweetest taste of perfection filled him. This was what finally feeling whole felt like. So was he pissed off when Rhys's gentle knocking on his mental shields woke him up? Yes. Was untangling his limbs from you the hardest thing Azriel had ever done? Absolutely. Did he linger just a bit longer, slowly brushing your hair as he watched you take in breath after breath? yes. Azriel smiled to himself because this was it. This was his forever. His other half lay in his bed. Peacefully sleeping. So his. Only his.

"I'll let you punch me raw", Rhys had caught up with Azriel in no time, "But you also know I wouldn't have asked if this wasn't serious". Azriel knew his duties. He took them seriously, too. So even if his heart was bleeding for his mate, he knew his people also needed him. "Fill me in," Azriel said firmly, tightening the straps holding his knives. "Cass is finishing the last interrogations, and nothing fucking adds up." Rhys was frustrated, which was always a sign of something going extremely wrong. All he was told before Azriel had winnowed into the south side of Velaris was that the border had been breached. An attack had occurred, but the moment the soldiers were sent, it all vanished. In Azriel's 500 years of life, shit didn't just disappear. "Memories?", Azriel said as he scanned the place. Weavers were already patching up the wards, but none of them looked seriously torn apart or damaged in general. "Ink black," Rhys said and Aziel halted at the sound of it, an odd chill running through his back. "And a freezing one. I could push, but...", Rhys ran a hand through his hair. Azriel recognized that worry now. Worry for the family. A mate, children. He was in the same boat now. "You could push, but let me guess, you would fry their brains in the process," Azriel unleashed, his shadow scattering around the place. He was going to fix this. And fix this quickly. Maybe he will even be able to come back before you have woken up.

Cold. Cold. Cold. So cold. So dark. It was so painful and numb at the same time. There were hands. Cold fingers. Echoes of something familiar. How could one feel so heavy and light as a fever at the same time? It felt as if you were blinking for a moment, desperately trying to wake up, only to be plunged back into the same darkness. Someone was holding your head down as you trashed. before Your body had grown frail once more. Slumping.

"I'm telling you they came with torches; everything was on fire," the man said, and Azriel would have believed him, but he knew the farmer. Had gotten multiple reports from him about younglings messing up his sheep fence. He heard him speak before, and something deep within Azriel screamed that this man wasn't talking on his behalf. "Look, if you got the whole village in on this because of that damn fence..." Cassian huffed; he too was losing his patience. Nesta was pregnant. Nothing had been confirmed, but Azriel could smell it on Cass, and so could Rhys; the two had shared a look but chosen to not test Cassian's boundaries. The man was desperate for her. Out of the three of them, Cassian was the one whose patient was extremely thin today. Not to mention the heightened need to protect that coursed through his body.

Azrie shot his brother a look before motioning for the door. Cassian was halfway through the door when the man spoke again, "What fence?" There was a glimmer of relief in the man's eyes before it all glazed over again, and this time that same odd tone was back: "Torches all of them." Azriel turned to Rhys, whose face bore the same realization. They were all under something. Herbs. Magic. Mother only knew.

"Billy, your goat. How is he doing?", the man practically seized at Azriel's voice. "Bill...", the male breathed. "Yeah, one who chewed up your farm shoes," Azriel continued, the same glistening light running through the male's eyes. As if he was clawing at himself from within. It was as if someone was barging to be let out. But it was Rhys who delivered the last blow. "What about your wife? Huh, how's she been doing? She's still knitting you scarves." The male coughed, clawing at his neck. Panic set in as he moved towards the door, but Cassian was still standing there, his broad shoulders blocking any chance at escaping. "Billy and your wife, how are they?", Cass said it in a demanding tone. The man stilled, and then, thick like lava, liquid trickled down his nose.

"Rhys...", Cassian growled. The male staggered back slightly but gained his stance pretty quickly. And the terror that set in now was of a new kind. "My lord...", he breathed out, pulling his hat off his head, only then reaching to feel the dampness on his lip. Dread pooled in Azriel's stomach. "Fuck," the high lord breathed, "This is set up." Rhys's darkness swallowed the place as he winnowed. Azriel reached for the older male and said, "Go home; I'll be back, but you have nothing to worry about." With that, he snatched Cassian's hand as they both winnowed.

It was the cold that seeped into you that had pulled your eyes open. Your fingers grazed the surface beneath you. They felt numb as if they no longer belonged to you, but enough to still somewhat identify your surroundings. The surface you were lying on was damp. That would explain the sounds of droplets hitting the puddles somewhere. You tried to dig into your mind. Tried to think. Where were you? What was happening? You forced your eyes to fully open. A gray stone was what greeted you. You frowned instantly. Nothing seemed to add up. It was sniffling that you picked up on next. But the moment you turned your head to the side, you were met with something you thought you would never see again.

"No", your voice was barely a whimper. "No", you tried to pull yourself up, crawling towards the painfully familiar bars. You didn't feel a single ounce of magic within yourself. It was as if it had all fizzled out. But this couldn't be true. Absolutely couldn't. You have escaped. You... your hands touched the bars as you pulled yourself up. And for a heartbeat, you wished you hadn't.

In the cell opposite of yours lay two figures that clawed through every bit of sedative running through your system. "Zofie, Axel...", the words were barely a whisper as your knees threatened to buck any minute. "Zo, Ax," you breathed louder, trying to move the cell doors, but for nothing. It all came rushing back then. The strange vision. The dinner prep. Elain. Your thoughts halted - Azriel. Your hand rested on your chest. You couldn't feel him. You couldn't... "No," you breathed. He couldn't be dead. You wouldn't be standing here if he was. Your eyes darted back toward the kids. Zofie was pale. Too pale. Axel's wings were bent awkwardly. They couldn't be. They couldn't... It was enough for the thought to simply swirl there and within seconds you were turning to the side as bile rose in your throat.

No matter how much panic Azriel felt coming from both Rhys and Cassian, he refused to let it settle in. You were fine. You had to be. They were all just panicked. Nothing like that has happened since Amarantha. So it was more than understandable that everyone would be ticked off. Azriel unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt as he winnowed back to his apartment. Rhys was meeting him there the moment both Nesta and Feyre were in the safety of the house of wind.

Just the moment his foot hit the wood floor in his apartment, Azriel knew that something was off. The place seemed ice-cold. The burning smell filled his nose. No. No. No. Not happening. "Y/n," he called out as he stepped deeper into the place. Bile rose in Azriel's throat as his eyes scanned the kitchen. Flowers were scattered on the floor, with a smashed vase to accompany them. Fresh goods were still in the bags by the little kitchen counter. A burnt-out pot—whatever had been cooking there had turned into a chard mess. At least now he knew where the smell was coming from. Azriel's eyes fell onto the colorful drawing that now lay upon all the filth that filled the floor. A card. He hesitated. He knew whatever was in... Azriel folded the paper open. Messy's scribbled writing in two different colors greeted him.

We wanted to ask you a big question. Written with a k instead of a q, that's been crossed out and corrected. Azriel wanted that to warm his heart, but all it did was cause more ache. Yet nothing prepared him for the next line. Can you please be our dad? We'd love that, Zo and Ax. The world in front of Azriel shifted. His vision went out for a second. Their dad. A father figure. Azriel gripped the kitchen counter. His kids. They were already his kids. But to know that they both wanted that and that they had all of this set-out... All of this was supposed to be a surprise for him, and now...

Azriel heard rustling outside his apartment door that he only now realized was slightly ajar. "Elain?", a muffled voice that belonged to Rhys called out. Azriel crossed the distance in a couple of steps as he yanked the door open. His anger was boiling even hotter. He saw her, hiding in the corner of the hallway. That same black liquid trickled down her nose. "I couldn't. I tried", she managed to muffle between sobs, but Azriel turned away from her. "Tell Lucien that she's here. I don't need a territorial male running around causing trouble", Azriel said bluntly to Rhys.

"Azriel, please," Elain shifted, trying to reach for any part of the shadow singer she could get her hands on. "Elain, unless you have something useful to...", Azriel batted her hand away as he scowled at her. She probably didn't deserve it. It wasn't her fault that she had gotten herself under that spell, yet knowing that she was the one who had seen you last didn't sit well with Azriel. "They know you'll come; she wants that," Elain muttered, making Azriel frown. "Who?", the female shook her head, and Azriel moved to step away instantly. "A lady in white, she... I don't know, like a priestess."

And within a beat of a heart, it was all crystal clear. The threats and the unwillingness to cooperate—Rhys said it had all been done and taken care of. A new wave of anger rushed through Azriel as he reached for Rhys's neck, bending most of his body over the sixth-floor railing. "I should have burned that place down," Azriel hissed. "Azriel," Rhys said, pushing against his brother's hold. "If my mate and my kids get hurt because you stalled, I swear on everything holy to me. You will never see me again, Rhys", and with a final shove, Azriel let go. Rhys managed to keep himself upright, but before he could turn to the spymaster, he was already gone.

The next time your eyes snapped open, you scrambled to your feet almost immediately. Reaching for the bars, you cast your gaze upon the cell opposite yours. A breath hitched in your throat. They had shifted. Axel was leaning against the wall. All you could see was his face; his wings were messily draped over his chest, he no doubt had to be holding Zofie. "Axel," you called out softly, not wanting to startle him even more. Mother knew these kids were through hell just because of you. "Sweetheart, Ax," you called out again, knees buckling as those golden eyes gazed straight at you. "Y/n," he breathed in return, trying to move closer, but you quickly shook your head.

"It's okay; stay where you are. Are you hurt? Does anything hurt?", you looked him over the best you could. The boy only shook his head. "But Zofie is cold," he muttered, pealing one of his wings to reveal a sickly pale girl with no color in her skin. You sank to the floor. "Is she...", the ringing in your ears grew louder. Axel quickly shook his head once more. "I think it's the empathy thing," he said softly. "I've been thinking all the happy thoughts, and pa-Azriel," Axel stated. Your eyes softened. "You don't have to correct yourself, Ax; you can call him your papa." You wished they hadn't taken this evening away from them. Why this one out of them all? "Will he come to get us?", there was doubt in the boy's tone, but you met his eyes with your blazing gaze. "He will. He will always come for us. No matter where we end up, Azriel will always find a way to bring us back home. You want to know why?", you asked him, and Axel instantly nodded, "Because he loves us, and we love him."

Azriel's shadows were swirling all around the sanctuary as he watched from the mountain peaks. He knew that you were there. The last bits of mating bond practically screamed at him while he ran over ways he was going to slather everyone stupid enough to get in his way. He gritted his teeth together.

"You know... I was never afraid of your darkness," you had muted to him as you two had laid in bed together. Your hand was extended up in the air as his shadows swirled all around, tattering your skin with kisses. "You should be; most are," Azriel breathed. "Why would I? It's a part of you, and it's beautiful to me." Azriel had shifted slightly from the words—loving you is the easiest thing I have to do in my life, he had thought but he didn't say it. too afraid that it was all moving too fast. too afraid to scare you away. And now, more than ever, Azriel wished he would have spoken those words. Would have told you about the house on the very side of Velaris. He had bought it decades ago for his family. For his mate and for his kids. And he had just that—all of it—but it was slipping past his fingers.

A handful of papers slapped against Azriel's chest as Rhys winnowed right in front of him. "Padme wants you apart because you two were a profit in some ancient scroll," Azriel snatched the report, taking his eyes off the building just for a heartbeat so he could look it over. "You two are the opposite of the spectrum; your union can... You'd become more powerful than most high lords", Rhys said firmly, knowing that at any moment the words he spoke could be his last, " So this whole thing could be set up by one or multiple of the other high lords, or someone desperate to save the world".

Azriel had to give Rhys credit. The stuff he pulled out in such a short time was impressive, and it would explain the level of magic used to possess others. But if he could do it in such a short time, he could have given him the papers with this information weeks ago. As if reading his mind, Rhys spoke, "Let us help you get her and the kids back, and then you're free to step away from your position as my spymaster." The words drilled holes in Azriel's already bleeding heart, "I should have taken action sooner. I failed you and your family." Azriel lifted his hand, silencing his high lord. "Two entrances are unguarded. Your job is to get the kids and take them away from that place", the cold tone Azriel used felt wrong, but he couldn't do this now. Azriel's priorities no longer lay with Rhys. No longer lay with his court.

You were humming an old Illyrian lullaby when the doors to the dungeon creaked open and in strolled Padme, accompanied by at least four guards. "I hope you're enjoying your fantasy now," she said with that same cold smile on her lips. "You bitch," you spat her way, throwing all of your weight at the iron bars. "Pick your words wisely, child. I have power over you", she said, standing right in front of you now, looking you over as if you were nothing more than a speck of dirt beneath her shoes. "I trusted you," you said through gritted teeth, "You said...", "That I cared? That I will keep you safe," Padme cut you off, "The same thing your supposed lover is saying to you now. Look where my love brought you; want to see where he will take you?" She stepped over so quickly you didn't even notice when her claws had dug in the hack of your scalp, that same demonic face flashing right in front of you.

Then flames erupted all around you. All of the Velaris was up in flames. Houses falling. People were trying to crawl from beneath the debris. You ran forward, trying to help a woman free her leg, but the moment you approached, she screamed out in panic, trying to move away from you. You shook your head. "Do you want this?", Padme's voice rang all around you. "You are going to be so selfish and end so many lives just because you think someone can finally love you," her laugh echoed, chipping even more of your already frozen-over heart. "I kept you safe. It is I who truly knows how to love a creature like you". Your head fell back as the priestess pulled her blood-coated nails away from you, licking the very tips, "You always belonged with me." Your eyes locked on her dark orbs. You've never seen them in their true colors before.

"That's a lie! Azriel loves us; we're a family," Axel's voice rang out, making you blink, "Tell her, YN, we'll always be together." Padme turned to the boy, yanking the cell door open as she stepped in. "No," you breathed out, reaching for them. "Say that again, boy," her hand wrapped around his neck as she lifted him from the ground, Zofie's frail body slipping out of his hand, awkwardly filling the cold floor. "No, Padme, let him go," you pleaded. You were not letting them go through the same torture you had already endured. "He loves her," Axel said firmly, even if he was slowly losing oxygen. "I'll do whatever you want, but you have to promise you will not hurt them, Pad," you said so quickly that you could barely make out your own words.

The priestess's head turned toward you, a vicious smile spreading across her face. "Return them safely to Azriel, and I will do whatever you want," you pleaded. Padem simply let go of Axel. "Very well," she said happily. "I'll drop them off at that old lady's house," You nodded along with her words. Cordelia will look after them for now. She'll explain it all to them. Take good care of Zofie until she can once again lay in Azriel's arms. "But you, my dear," Padme mustered, "You owe me your heart, especially the part of it that belongs to the shadowsinger." Your vision blurred as her words settled in. A part. There wasn't just a part. All of it was Azriel's. You had given it to him that night outside his mother's house. He had it ever since.

Azriel had his finger pressed to his lips as he once again came into contact with a small group of terrified females, slowly gesturing for them to exit the place. Knowing well that Rhys would guide them out of the building. One of them had already told them how to get to the lower floors of the sanctuary. Azriel would find you. He'll take you home. He rounded the familiar corner. He was trying to be as quiet as he possibly could. It was strange to think that he had lived here for a bit. He had met his other missing part between these walls, which made him nothing but sick now.

Down the corridor. Into the main communal hall, and then right on the left corner, Azriel stopped. There was no way. No, there was no way this couldn't be it. His eyes instantly darted up, looking for anyone planning an attack from up above, but he saw no one, and his shadows sensed nothing.

"Y/n," he breathed out, and you instantly turned around. Your dress was dirty and damp, and there was blood running down the back of your neck, mixing in with your light hair. Blood. Azriel crossed the distance between the two of you in a couple of steps. "Why are you here? Did you kill her?", he carefully cupped your face as he looked you over. Your lip trembled. "Love," Azriel breathed. "The kids are at your mother's. I got them out, but you need to leave," the last word was choked out, and you quickly covered your mouth. Trying to fight your emotions. Azriel pulled at your hand, but you quickly pulled back. "You need to leave me behind," you whispered. "That will never happen," the spymaster said firmly.

"Azriel, I will lose control again. I will burn the city down. I saw it", you shook your head, trying to chase the images away. "I will burn it for you if you give up on us," Azriel said harshly, but his touch still stayed nothing but soft.

"I'm not giving up on us," you whispered so quietly. You promised to push him away. Make him leave you so the kids will be safe. Be safe with him. They didn't need you. But you couldn't lie to him. You'll make him leave you behind in some other way. But Azriel cupped your face with both hands and said, "I waited for you my whole life. You are everything I ever wanted and more. I can only breathe when I'm with you, Y/n. You are my everything. If you are not with me, I don't want to live." His honest words pulled a light sob from your lips. "Azriel, I...", you breathed right as an arrow pierced Azriel's shoulder. The spymaster hissed as he turned back, trying to find the source of the attack.

"No," you shouted, but Azriel was already shielding you while an arrow after an arrow pierced his skin and wings. A roar slipped past his lips, but he stood unmoving, using his body like a shield. "No, let me," you breathed out as you tried to pull him away but... The room died down quickly, and you watched as Azriel slowly sank to his knees.

"Azriel," you followed suit, cupping his face in your hands. His lips were tinted red. No, they couldn't be. No, this couldn't be happening. Azriel moved one of his hands up as he grasped your forearm firmly. "You belong to no one," he said, pausing to take a breath between each word, "Don't let them control you any longer." His grip loosened, and his hazy eyes only focused on you. "No, Az. Azriel! Look at me, Azriel", you bagged, tapping his face lightly, trying to keep him awake.

"And so the story ends," Padme said, moving from behind one of the columns with a pleased smile on her lips. "What did you do? What did you do?", you shouted at her. "I saved the world, child," she said, raising her hands in delight. Her laughter filled the space, but your eyes were already back on your mate. "Azriel, look at me," you pressed your hands against him, trying to flicker at least some of your magic on, but you couldn't seem to get a hold of it. The spymaster smiled slightly, grasping your hand in his. "I'll see you on the other side," he muttered. You choked out a cry. "No, no, you will not," you said angrily. "Azriel," his name was like a prayer on your lips. You felt the last bits of the bond slowly flicker out as an overwhelming pain crawled all over you. Time slowed as you watched Azriel's eyes slowly droop.

But then your deathly glare rose to meet Padme's satisfied gaze. "What did you do?", the scream ripped through. Ignited even more by the pain of feeling Azriel slipping away, the cry seemed never-ending. You heard glass breaking. The cracking of the chipping stone. You saw nothing but white rage. Pulling one of the arrows out of Azriel's body, you pointed it at Padem. "I will be your worst nightmare," you said through gritted teeth. Your body didn't feel like your own as you logged the arrow. And it hit Padme straight in her heart with the speed you'd never thought you could muster.

That same itching feeling in your throat started once more. The same one you felt when they ripped your wings off. The sanctuary was slowly falling apart. The females rushed to get out, but you couldn't bring yourself to care anymore as you pulled Azriel's head over your lap. There was so much blood everywhere. Too much blood. The tears fell freely down your face in a never-ending stream.

You moved your hands over Azriel's heart, watching as your hands disappeared within the light you possessed. But it didn't seem to work. "Y/n," you heard Rhys's shaky voice. "Get out," you barked out. The high lord still tried to step closer, but you hissed at him, "Get out, Rhys, and take the ones you can with you." You felt the last bits of your self-control failing. He only held your gaze for a moment before he winnowed away.

A sob slipped past your lips as you cupped Azriel's face, leaning over to kiss his cold lips. Time slowed once more. The static felt unbearable. One heartbeat. Two. Three. Four. And it all erupts with a sob like no other. You felt blood trickling down your ears as all of your being clawed at your fragile body. The light was blinding. So was the warmth that followed it. It felt like forever. The sizzling of your skin eased as the snow slowly fell upon you two. You blinked a couple of times. Pouring whatever was left into Azriel until your hands slipped off his chest and your body sagged on top of his.

The first thing he felt was coldness. Then the snowflakes fell on his face. His body also felt heavy. Like it had never felt before. The gray sky was all around him as he opened his eyes. His mind felt numb. For a moment, he had no idea why he was lying there in the first place. Until it all came tumbling down. One image after the other. The sanctuary. You. Arrows. Was this what the other side looked like because, shit, it was grim. Azriel shifted slightly, halting when his hand hit something. Something that was sprawled out across him.

He sat up so fast that your body rolled down to his lap. No. "Y/n," he said, wrapping his arms around your body and hissing at the coldness of it. "My love," he muttered, flexing his stiff wings. They had to be torn. Azriel turned. Not a single cut was on them. Not a single arrow was in his flesh. You've melted it away and healed him. "Love," he called out desperately, "Open your eyes." You couldn't die. He couldn't have just been here, lying unconscious, while you slowly faded from this world.

Azriel's eyes darted across the fallen sanctuary walls. Blood on the white stone. Padme's body was not far away from where you two were. Only the outskirts of the city looked burned to the ground, but there was no doubt that Rhys knew that something like this was coming. Azriel shook his head as he pressed his forehead to yours. "You promised me forever, love," he said softly, "I'm calling in my bargain now." Azriel carefully brushed his lips over yours, and the faintest of thuds echoed in your hallowed-out chest.

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[fizzyorange-v2]

on not being able to save those you love, even from themselves

“I've been inside his head. That guy's a piece of shit.”

“It doesn't matter. I-I don't want to be someone who leaves people behind. I want to be someone who saves his family. And for better or worse... he's family.”

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1 - Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body / Virgina Woolf, Final Letter to Her Husband // 2 - Nick Schager, The Boys Recap: Don’t Forget Your Second Wind // 3 - Adrienne Rich, For the Dead // 4 - Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care / The Boys, Assassination Run / Lena Oleanderson, Love in the Thoracic Cavity / Friedrich Nietzsche / @ell-hs, x / unknown // 5 - The Front Bottoms, Twelve Feet Deep / Dazai Osamu, No Longer Human / Walter Benjamin, One Way Street (tr. Edmund Jephcott), Selected Writings, Vol I: 1913-1926 / lillie, via Pinterest // 6 - John Le Carré, The Looking Glass War / Bring Me the Horizon, True Friends / starparkdesigns, via Instagram // 7 - Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart / The Crane Wives, Tongues and Teeth / @neuxue, x // 8 - Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks (1964 - 1980) / Molly McAdams, Stealing Harper (Taking Chances, #1.5) / The Mountain Goats, Training Montage / Hael, Who Made You A Monster? // 9 - Bares, Montage // 10 - Aeschylus, Agamemnon / Garth Ennis, Preacher / D.N., excerpt from a book i'll never write #71 / @catradoraism, x / Poor Man’s Poison, Black Sheep // 11 - The Mountain Goats, Up the Wolves // 12 & 13 - Natalie Young, Notes on Earth Life // 14 - Brandon Sanderson, The Final Empire / unknown / David Fincher, The Social Network // 15 - Margaret Atwood, "Hesitations outside the door", Power Politics / @theartistichuman, x / Jorge Rivera-Herrans, No Longer You // 16 - unknown

as always please let me know if any links break, any credit is incorrect, or if you’re aware of where a missing piece of media is from :]

[laughing-moonlight]

Everytime I rewatch the 2004 movie, there's something that I always feel justifies Alan's thoughts and actions when it comes to feeling like he's the black sheep of the family more than anything. Namely: this family portrait/mural.

It spans most of a wall and is, quite frankly, damn good. It's exactly the kind of dramatic, family photo you'd expect in a regular billionaire's home, let alone Jeff Tracy's. But take a closer look. This is a family painting. A FAMILY PAINTING that features a proud Father and his talented Sons:

Scott, Virgil, Jeff, Gordon & John

But where's Alan, you ask? Well, guess what? Once again: HE'S NOT THERE!

I've always found it pretty messed up that Alan isn't on it. There is plenty of room because it doesn't take up the entire wall, so that's not an excuse. But more importantly: this is the Command Centre. Also known as Jeff's Office. Where he goes everyday and sees everyday and spends more time in there than anyone else. So you can't tell me he just forgot to put Alan on it. No, of course it's on purpose. And whether he meant to or not, that's just another thing that's pushing Alan away from the family.

Like, fair enough, he doesn't have a portrait leading to the silos because he's not a Thunderbird yet. But the damn thing is what is hiding the silo portraits!

And everytime Jeff summons Alan to his Office to berate him, Alan has to walk past and look at that thing. The perfect picture of the perfect Father and the perfect Sons. And Alan isn't on it. And you (Jeff) wonder why he's always reckless and selfish and trying to prove himself! You haven't shown him he doesn't need to!

I wouldn't be surprised if he's already tried to explain why he doesn't like it and Jeff and his brothers just twisted it around to him being spiteful or something.

And those two family photos on his desk do not justify Alan not being on that version of the wall, Jeff Tracy! It doesn't matter if they're on your desk right in front of you two tiny pictures do not make up for an entire damn mural! And I'll die on that hill. It's messed up!

*Anyway, thanks for listening to my little rant lmao*

[savedbythedrafts]

I have many thoughts about Bridgerton.

Was it the perfect season? Absolutely no.

But it quite honestly is my favorite season so far because it made me realise how the enemies-to-lovers trope has rotten my brain when this is what I want to see. Gentle love, best friends becoming partners.

Things that I absolutely loved this season:

-Pen's arc: In the book she gives up whistledown to become a romance author which is nice, but now we have a legitimate journalist in the house who has proved her accuracy at such a young age. People who are worried about how she's gonna get her info now that people are guarded? Um her main sources were always the maids and footmen and she is observant enough to run a column. Plus now that everyone knows who she is, people might anonymously send her reports (as happens in journalism) which gives her SO MUCH POWER. I am a journalist and I can't stress enough how incredible that is. I know book fans expected the last speech by Colin but imo her taking full control of her decisions and willingness to face the consequences makes it so much better.

-Eloise and Pen patch up: Both of them going to each other for comfort and support when the shit hit the fan made my heart warm. When Eloise comes back, I hope she knows herself a bit better and actually brings her grand ideas to reality.

-Benedict going about his viscount duties in absence of Anthony without the rage of responsibility whilst discovering his sexuality 10/10. Man was also fully involved in all of his siblings feuds, mainly whatever the fuck Gregory and Hyacinth were upto. CUTE. Actually shoutout to all the Bridgertons, they were so perfectly chaotic.

-THe FEATHERINGTONS OMG: I am the youngest daughter of my family as well as the black sheep- so unpredictable, unconventional that no one in my family gets me. That's why I relate to Pen so much and I'll defend her to death. To see the sisters and Portia realise Pen's worth made me sob. Phillipa saying I hope my daughter becomes a writer? Cherry on cake. But Portia opening up to Pen and being vulnerable and proud at the same time was so bloody well done.

-Polin: Fans being livid about the lack of spice in part 2 (minus the incredible sex scene in ep 5) is understandable but I blame the marketing for it, not the showrunners. Over the course of part 1, we saw Colin's relationship with intimacy change drastically. His want for connection becomes a necessity and if they just jumped into angry sex without actually resolving anything, it would have ruined his character development. I think it's the incredible chemistry between Nic and Luke in general and the heavy emphasis on the horniness during the press tour left the fans understandably wanting for more. But in general, their romance felt quite authentic. The Pride and Prejudice 'dancing in the room alone' callback, goofing around in the church, Colin coming to terms with what Whistledown meant to the ton and himself, Penelope's newfound confidence thanks to Colin's frequent words of affirmation, it was all good.

Things I would change to make this season better (this is turning into a full article now but read ahead if you have been here so far):

-The bloody editing: Pardon my french but why the fuck Benedict's prolonged threesome scenes not edited out? He has a whole season coming up so I don't understand so much focus on that weirdly edited scene amidst the drama. Just one shot of establishing his pansexuality (or bi but I am hoping it's pan) would have been enough? I love Ben, he is my favorite brother but this gave me the ick. To think these 3-4 minutes could have been used to extend the last Polin intimate scene. We could have had a good 5 minutes of Pen topping Colin after the BIG REVEAL but noooo. Even the subplots should have been kept short and sweet. Unlike some fans, I am not completely against the inclusion of the Mondrich family, Cressida's back story, the build up to Benedict's and Fran's actual stories, and more. But I believe too much footage was given to these even though the show clearly focuses on one couple per season. Get your shit together Shonda, this is not 20 episode Grey's anatomy, we can't focus on EVERYONE.

-Colin's anger after the wedding: Now I understand why he didn't want to have the wedding night given the stressful circumstances but him being angry till Francesca's wedding made no sense. How I would have written the resolution would have been something like this- In the hours before Rae leaves the house at night, Colin would have been reading the letters, figuring out how Pen is so whistledown at core (like he actually does the very next day but in absence of Pen). And instead of coming into the room to get a blanket, he could have brought in his own manuscript, asking her to read it as promised and taking up her offer to let her edit. This scene was literally in the book and was so easy to adapt. I would give my left kidney to see Colin sitting near Penelope, watching her powerful writing in action. Again, no spice required, just this. This would have made Pen's 'just love me' speech to Colin so good, but alas!

-Cressida: This is the arc I am most pissed off about. Eloise's reconciliation with Pen was great but completely abandoning Cressida to misery was so outta pocket. I realise Eloise is still not a fully realised character and is barely 20 (she's just a girl) but she was always kind. If I was writing Cressida's arc, I would have had Eloise come to her rescue at the end by borrowing some money from Pen and helping Cressida escape to Vienna or better Scotland. I highly doubt Pen would have minded if she knew how similar both of their circumstances were. I detested Cressida in the books because I'll be honest the books were pretty two dimensional with no real character development and just grand gestures (I'll understand if you come for me but this is how I feel, sorry). But the show made me care for her and I wished she could have found some happiness in life.

Overall, I'll rewatch it because the tiny details were so good this season I believe I can relish those till the next season. And I'll miss Polin immensely. But Shonda please, you can do better.

[high-queen-feyre]

Feyre is people-pleasing, Elain is quiet and Nesta is aggressive.

The black sheep, the middle child and the eldest daughter.

Whichever is your favourite out of them you will see the most hate for them.

So let's talk Feyre :)

Feyre Archeron is a big people pleaser, especially with her sisters, she loves them and wants them to love her, she's always bending over backwards to make sure they are comfortable and they all get along, even if she's not consciously aware of it.

She's the "peace kid" that most youngest family members are, she's been the main breadwinner of her family since she was fourteen, forced to grow up too fast without a thank you.

People hate on her cause she's the FMC, nothing else, they want their fav to be first, no matter who it is.

They pick on her for everything, even if it's not her fault, they joke about her illiteracy when no one even cared to teach her, her own sisters didn't notice that she couldn't read or write.

She's shamed for almost everything, from not wanting to stay locked in the house by Tamlin, for wanting Rhysand/ to be High Lady, for finally flipping out at her sisters, for having PTSD but not to their liking, for wanting a child early, you name it.

Her antis love to make fun of her hobby as an artist, when it is said by many characters that her art is amazing.

They say that she's boring for having a child, she's boring now, don't you know, living in peace is boring, no one wants to see someone who's suffered so much living a happy and fulfilled life how they want to have.

They claim that she's jealous of her sisters which is just funny cause she never wanted to be them. And shes different from them and not a copy which is why she doesn't act like them.

Anyway, I just needed to get it out cause I've seen a lot of Feyre negativity on my fyp and I don't want to directly interact with it. I don't want the kind of Feyre hate on my page I'll get my putting my two cents in front of the people who hate her.

[thewisaaaaad]

Hnng. I. I GOT AnOTHER FhUCKING COTL AU

Ok so.

Game goes as normal, but the lamb decides to give themselves up to Nari at the end. Naturally, they get no choice in the matter and are forced to kill him, because the crown demands its proper bearer.

And I mean kill-kill him. Hes dead.

Of course, the lamb is NOT OK WITH THIS. So, they look for a way to bring him back. And good ol' mystic seller gives them an out.

The lamb basically throws all caution to the wind, and decides to take the ritual offered. With the sacrifice of four crowns, along with the end of their own now divine life, they send their soul back in time to prevent this tragedy.

Exept they go WAY farther back than they meant to. They end up born into a sheep family under the name Una, and grow up as a extremely gifted child, the pride of the town, but one who finds solace well away from their adoring family and neighbors. To the lamb, all these people are practically strangers.

But there's no sign of Narinder. In fact, there's no sign of the bishops, either. Until one evening, at the charming age of 14, their daily alone time in the forest is interrupted by a familiar three eyed cat.

Narinder had never had a family. Black cats were already considered bad luck after a black cat hat wronged the rabbit god, never mind the fact that his eyes were blood red and that he had three of them. He spent his early years in an orphanage after he was abandoned, and then on the run after a series of horrible accidents were blamed on him. The only solace he could take was with the mysterious sheep in his dreams, who only praised him, and loved him.

And now that sheep sat right in front of him, and looked as happy to see him as he felt about them.

It was too good to be true. But for a few years, it was exactly that good. Uni seemed to know him well, and brought him food every day. No longer did he have to steal food or dig through trash, they even made sure that he had good sleeping arrangements, bringing him blankets and a simple tent.

But as always in his life, tragedy struck again. Someone was murdered in the village, and of course they blamed the beast in the woods. He didn't know they were searching for him until a strange wolf tried to cut his head off with a axe. He lived, but something far worse happened.

The hand that had grabbed his wrist had began to decay violently. The stranger screamed as he rotted alive, skin falling off of bone before even that turned to dust. A few seconds of horrific screeching later, and all that was left of his assailant was a pile of ash and decay.

He couldn't let them see this. They would call him a monster, just like they all did. And they would be right. They had said he was just their friend, but he was a monster, cursed like all those people before had told him he was.

Luck, as always, was not on his side. Moments later, before he found the strength to move again, Una broke through the bush. They saw the rotting remains of the man, the fallen axe beside it.

And they didn't call him a monster. They sighed, stepped around the body, a stuffed pack slung over a shoulder. They reached for his arm, and he flinched away. He did not want to hurt them. But they grabbed him anyway, unharmed, and pulled him to his feet.

"We need to run. I'll help you pack."

They did not fear him. They could see what happened, and they wanted to protect him. Why?

Couldn't they see he was a monster?

Pulled by the hand, he ran after Una. They seemed to know where they were going, so he trusted them.

But they were intercepted by the lambs father. He held a hatchet in one hand, startled to see his child with the beast.

"My daughter, what-"

And then a dagger was plunged into his throat. Uni kept running, not even looking back.

They had always said that their family never seemed to matter to them. Not like he did. Apparently, they meant that more than he realized.

They were a monster. Just like him.

And they would do anything for him.

He smiled, and ran beside them into the future.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Mixed Metaphors

A metaphor (from the Greek “metaphorá”) is a figure of speech that directly compares one thing to another for rhetorical effect.

While the most common metaphors use the structure “X is Y,” the term “metaphor” itself is broad and can sometimes be used to include other literary terms, like similes.

Metaphors provide literary descriptions, can serve as figures of speech, and sometimes end up as tropes, idioms, and cliches.

A well-crafted metaphor uses consistent imagery ("hitting the nail on the head”); when you start mixing imagery ("hitting the nail on the nose"), you can create a type of malapropism known as a mixed metaphor.

Some examples of common metaphors used in a sentence:

“Time flies when we’re having fun.”

“He was always the black sheep of the family.”

“If last week's crisis was a rainstorm, this one is a hurricane.”

A mixed metaphor is a figure of speech in which the speaker or writer combines two different metaphors that are incompatible.

All metaphors should be accepted for their figurative meaning rather than their literal meaning, but mixed metaphors make this difficult by offering inconsistent imagery and ludicrous comparisons that strain the boundaries of linguistics.

The use of mixed metaphors can derail a piece of otherwise strong writing.

But it can also be used effectively in creative writing.

To create an example of a mixed metaphor, simply cut and paste sections of two incompatible metaphors. Consider some ways mixed metaphors can pop up to ridiculous effect.

We were flying through a sea of success.

He seemed scary, but he was all bark with no place to go.

The substitute teacher screamed her hair out, but the kids wouldn't listen.

When the going gets tough, the early bird gets the worm.

Too many cooks break the camel's back.

This is hardly rocket surgery.

A rolling stone gathers a rock and a hard place.

I'll be here 'til the cows come home to roost.

Source ⚜ Writing Notes & References

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for inadvertently causing a dispute in my family over a plushie?

I(18F) was awoken by the sound of my door opening. (it has no lock but it's pretty heavy. Very audible to hear throughout the house.) It was my two stepbrothers.(not specifying ages but not even preteens.)

They came looking for a plushie the oldest had left behind. I was confused when I woke up but caught on quickly to the situation. What confused me was the oldest had left for a time to visit family, and before he'd left, to my memory he'd given it to my sister. (late twenties F)

But I had assumed that he'd probably wanted it back so no big deal, my sister hadn't taken it as cold as that sounds, as it was in not great shape. I was sure once they saw it wasn't here they'd go away. However a problem arose. I share a room with my sister. who I'll call DeeDee.

DeeDee had recently gotten a similar plushie given to her by her boyfriend. And once they pointed to the plushie I saw the problem.

I told the kids this, and because I myself was unsure if it could be hers or theirs as last I remember my sister telling me she had left it at her partners, I told them to discuss it with my sister. Then stepmom comes in.

Stepmom had asked what I needed to discuss and what was going on. I told her about the plushies. She said she'd take it then, as she knew how my sister is. I was a bit peeved at her implication that my sister would take her son's old plushie. Especially as none of us have ever taken any of their stuff but I can count a handful of times my stepbrothers have.

However she's a bit protective when it comes to her kids being wrong, so I explained that it may be my sister's, and that even if it really was the old one, to my memory he had given it to her. He protested at this and called me a liar. She pointed out that the plushie was dirty, possibly proving it was her son's, but given my sister's track record of tidiness she has plenty of dirty plushies. She then said for now she'd take it and if it really was hers she'd return it and that this didn't need to be a big deal. I agreed. (She then said some other stuff but unrelated.) And soon she left.

Of course as there's a chance it is my sister's as I am still unsure, I called my sister to let her know, and that if it was her's to talk to our stepmom to return it. (Why they didn't wait for my sister to get out of the hospital confused me, but my stepmom has a record of being stubborn.) And this is where I can admit I am at fault for not waiting to tell her.

This led to a big dispute. My sister is very rash and impulsive. She has a record of overthinking. She and my stepmom are on rocky terms. I am as well, but less so.

She is now very, rightfully furious at my stepmom for grabbing her things without her permission. Even if I am still unsure of who it belongs to, I agree that wasn't the right thing to do. Where I disagree is that my sister threatened to take legal action against my stepmom and possibly deport her. She then hung up.

I texted her to think about this calmly so it didn't cause another big dispute. (My sister has always been the black sheep for her illness and how she copes with it.) Knowing if she blew up they'd believe her less and instead use this against her.

After a while she didn't respond so we left it at that. I did decide to inform my dad as impartially as I could that a possible argument could arise soon with my stepmom and sister. However he simply said he'd look into it unbiased and brushed me off. I accepted it as he was busy and I don't really know what I wanted him to do.

Then after awhile my sister texted more furious than she last seemed so I assume something went down with my step mom, that if she passed (a very likely scenario as we've had many close calls) she didn't want my father to see her and pointed the reason to our stepmom. (Albeit a lot more bluntly).

So am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Mask Off (Nameless Ghouls x Reader)

Summary: Nothing hurts more than never being able to see the people you love ever again. Death hurts even worse. So when Y/n, a sister of Sin within the folds of the Clergy gets word that her best friend back in her hometown is dead; she reacts in unexpected ways. The Ghouls know something's up with their favorite sibling and when they find out the truth behind her odd behavior they can only follow their instincts.

Prompt: "Let yourself fall apart, just for tonight. I'll make sure to hold you together."

Triggers: Mention of suicide, grief, angst, cursing, and comfort.

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The beautiful thing about the Clergy was its vast diversity. Its range of ethnicity, personalities, and sexualities was large and accepting of those who wished to join the cause. Some siblings joined because they believed in the cause, others were fans who were recruited, and then there were those like Y/n who didn't have anywhere else to go because their family ties were severed or strained.

Y/n had always been the black sheep of the family; that weird sibling or cousin in the family that people would smile at and then talk behind their backs about her while she wasn't listening. She never really had friends; not really. Not those who would do almost anything for her or have her back in a spot of trouble. Except perhaps one. Y/n's best friend since middle school had been her strength for the longest time when she was still living with her parents and the closest thing Y/n had experienced as a family. While everybody else turned their backs on Y/n when she'd chosen to take part in the Clergy her BFF supported her despite both their struggles as outcasts.

Even when her best friend stayed behind in their small town while she went to join Ghost the two stayed in contact. Y/n often worried about them; knowing that they would get picked on and hounded because they were friends with 'that weird girl who left to join a satanic church'.

What Y/n didn't expect though was what would happen next. It'd been a year. A long year apart from her best friend but they kept in contact. Bff never once hinted at something being wrong. Y/n never even sensed the change or felt the brewing storm ahead. That was why the news came as a shock to her. No, perhaps not a shock more like a wrecking ball to her heart, which she'd left unguarded the past year as she'd gotten closer and closer to the Ghouls of the Clergy and made friends with other Siblings of the Church that had helped her break loose from her shell.

She should have known better. She should have seen the signs. And now it was too late to fix things. No one could talk to the dead or bring them back. Not even Papa.

~

The news came not from a phone call from family or even the police. The news came from Sister Imperator herself after the director had gotten a call from Y/n's best friend's uncle who her best friend had been living with at the time.

Y/n had woken up early that morning unable to sleep and decided to take on the tasks of chores she was supposed to do later that morning after breakfast when one of the older era ghouls came up to her while she was sweeping the corridors.

The girl had been idly sweeping while her earbuds rested in her ears blasting music when she'd looked up at the appearance of black boots she nearly swept some dirt and dust over causing her to jump backward and look up.

"Shit!" she yanked the buds from her ears and breathed a sigh when she noticed the familiar figure of the bulky ghoul in front of her. "Ifrit! I'm sorry I hadn't heard you. I was just listening to music and doing some chores a little earlier than usual...is everything okay? Can I help you with something?" she asked flashing him a warm smile.

The ghoul was silent for a moment; a feat that was not like Ifrit at all. He usually was joyous and loud, always physically affectionate and welcoming. But the way he stood there staring at her was unnerving making her think perhaps she'd gotten Ifrit and Alpha mixed up; they were similar in build after all but the notion was thrown out the window when Ifrit's voice spoke through the silver mask that covered his entire face.

"I'm sorry Sister. Would you mind following me? Sister Imperator wishes to see you."

Y/n blinked at him a moment in confusion. Had she done something wrong? Usually, when you were summoned to Sister Imperator's office it meant you'd done something wrong and that was exactly what Y/n thought happened. Had she forgotten a chore the other day? Did she do it wrong? Had she missed something important like a meeting or a ritual? She had been feeling awful tired recently for unknown reasons even to her so she'd been out of it a lot but she swore she hadn't done anything wrong, right?

"I-is...everything okay? Am I in trouble?" her eyes widened a bit fearful now.

Ifrit's head shook as he reached out in his usual form of physical affection to wrap a bulky arm around her shoulders. "No. You're not in trouble. Don't worry. Come on, let's not keep her waiting."

Comforted a little by the fact she wasn't in trouble and the familiar affection from the older ghoul Y/n followed along; leaving the broom leaning against the wall with the dustpan in the hall in favor of walking with Ifrit down the halls toward the director's office.

When they arrived at the office Y/n walked in a bit wary but curious...when she came out her face was utterly blank and her eyes dull. The words still bouncing in her head as she walked almost in a daze back to the broom and dustpan she's left out...continuing her work as if nothing had happened. But her movements were slow and sluggish; her mind not where it should be as she wracked over the news.

She didn't even realize when the siblings began to come out of their dorms for breakfast and greet her with a wave and calls of 'good morning' which were not returned as if they hadn't even been heard. She didn't even realize when the figures of a few familiar dark-clad figures came walking down the hall.

An arm was slung over her shoulders and her body was yanked playfully against a chest at her back as Swiss' voice boomed in greeting somewhere above her bent head.

"Y/n! Morning sweetheart! I heard you were up early-"

his words halted when her head raised and he had a glance at the glisten that coated her eyes before she ducked from beneath his hold and grabbed her cleaning supplies.

"I'm sorry Swiss. I'm very busy right now. I'll hang out another time." she didn't even spare the others a glance as she brushed past Rain and Sodo with her head bent out of view as she went back down the hall to put away her supplies.

"What was that about?" Rain murmured tilting his head and watching as the sibling raced down the hallway as if hell itself was at her heels.

"Something's not right..." Sodo muttered as he too watched before turning to look at Swiss who was staring after the girl with wide eyes behind his goggled mask stock still and frozen in the position he had been in with his arm hovering in midair as if he too couldn't believe she'd just brushed him off like that.

"She...."

"What? What's going on? Hey, do you know what's going on with Y/n she just completely ignored me when I said hi." Aether spoke up as he walked up with Mountain at his side.

"She was crying..." the ghouls turned to look at Swiss who dropped his stance and shook his head. "Y/n never cries..."

"She had a loved one pass away." The ghouls all turned to see Ifrit leaning against the wall behind Swiss; his silver mask leaned sideways against the stone wall as he studied the empty hallway.

"What?" Rain murmured suddenly feeling sad for their favorite sibling.

"Got the news this morning. Her best friend I think. Suicide from the sounds of it." Ifrit murmured before pushing himself up off the wall. "I'd be very careful around her for right now; she's fragile."

"Fuck, man." Sodo blew out a breath as he turned to look at his packmates.

There was a look that passed between them that clearly spoke volumes more than words could as they seemed to speak telepathically.

"Good luck." Ifrit waved to them as he turned knowing damn well Papa's ghouls wouldn't just sit back and do nothing while Y/n suffered alone at her loss.

~

You never know how strong a person is until they lose everything yet still keep going. To have the strength to get up in the morning and simply live. Y/n didn't feel strong. Even when she woke up day after day for the next week; sleep not coming to her so she'd often find herself finding ways to keep herself occupied. By cleaning, organizing, and even going so far as to pick up the work for others so that she didn't have to think about the pain in her heart.

But no one could be strong forever. To act immune and to carry on like nothing happened after such a loss. Whether family or friend; if someone has an impact on you and you lose that person it's one of the hardest things to endure. But just like a cup, it can overflow; there is just too much emotion going on that eventually it'll just combust.

The ghouls could sense it. The irritation, the lack of sleep, and the avoidance of everybody around her. Y/n was breaking and she'd stopped taking care of herself. So when she was in the kitchen preparing some food for the clergy for her morning shift as a cook with a few others and she'd dropped a plate with clumsy hands causing the porcelain to shatter into fragments on the floor they realized it was her breaking point.

Aether who had been helping in the kitchen with her (more so to keep an eye on Y/n than actually to help) was quick to rush to her side as Y/n dropped to the floor to pick up the shards and grasp with trembling fingers as she gripped the sharp pieces without care to safety.

"Hey! Hey hold on. I got it, it's okay -" Aether rushed to reassure the girl as he saw her tremble.

Y/n shook her head as she fought off his hands while trying to snag the pieces off the floor. "I-I got it Aether. It was my fault. I dropped it. I can clean it up. I have to, it's my fault and-" The quintessence's hands engulfed hers when she suddenly hissed and yanked her hands away from a bloodied piece of porcelain that had sliced her finger; stopping her movements and causing her to look up at him with teary bloodshot eyes with the dark circles from lack of sleep.

"Sweetie you look awful. How long has it been since you had a proper night's rest?" the ghoul murmured feeling his heartbreak at how awful she looked.

Y/n only shrugged and looked back down. It wasn't as if it was a secret anymore; it had spread like wildfire of the news. Starting from where she didn't know. But everybody seemed to know about her friend's death but no one seemed to know how to comfort the sibling.

"Come on, let's get your finger cleaned up and get you to bed okay? You need some rest. I'll have some tea made for you and-"

"I don't need to be fucking babied Aether!" Y/n voice rose sharply as she yanked her hands away and went to the sink to rinse the blood off.

The other sibling helping her cook for that morning looked over wide-eyed but Aether merely shook his head silently telling them not to interfere as he rose to his feet and walked over to the girl.

"I know, sweetheart," he replied softly as he came to stand beside her with watchful eyes. "But enough is enough...it's time you start taking care of yourself again. If you keep this up...you'll-"

"I'll what, Aether? Die? Maybe I deserve it! Maybe I fucking deserve to die! Maybe then I'd be able to see them again!" Y/n turned swiftly and stormed out of the kitchen moments after her outburst.

But Aether wouldn't let her get away that easy. Everybody else avoided her; afraid of her anger and her irritation. Afraid of what she would say when she broke. Not him, not him or his packmates. They wouldn't let her fade away or slip through their fingers because nobody wanted to help her.

So he chased after her; catching her in the hallway just as Sodo stepped into her path to block her. He'd smelled her blood. Aether knew. Sodo was the most sensitive to the scent of blood and he'd honed in on it like a shark. But not to devour her instead he blocked her path from escaping as Aether blocked her back.

"Come on baby doll. It's time to stop running." Sodo murmured holding his hands up as she shifted as if she was going to run around him.

"You won't let me go. Will you?" Y/n stared daggers at the two of them.

"Aw, sweetheart you know we'd fight for you to the end. Even if it means we have to fight you to save you from yourself." Swiss sidled up beside Sodo in the hall blocking her in even more; caging her from escaping.

She stared at them for what felt like an eternity before her shoulders slumped in defeat. "Okay..." she finally whispered. "You win."

A pair of arms slipped under her knees and her back before she was suddenly pulled up into Sodo's arms; despite being such a small fellow he had some strength in those lithe muscles as he carried her down the hall. But not towards the sibling's quarters but further past into a hallway she rarely went into - the Ghoul wing.

Swiss opened the door into the common room and Sodo slipped inside followed by the Multi-ghoul and the quintessence ghoul at his heels. Y/n leaned her head against Sodo's shoulder; feeling the rough frill fabric of the shoulder pads of his uniform as he stalked inside and placed himself on the big couch with her on his lap. She didn't protest while she soaked up his heat.

She didn't fight when Mountain came around the couch to sit beside her and grab her hand; examining the cut finger before he began to apply ointment and bandage it. She allowed her eyes to stay closed and her mind go foggy as she lulled herself into Sodo's chest for once feeling as if she wouldn't fall apart - wondering why she had been so afraid of someone trying to comfort her. Because she was scared of looking weak. Of allowing herself to be weak after being the one who always smiled and comforted other people.

When Sodo began to shift off the couch her eyes opened in startlement only to find that while she had been zoned out the others had rearranged the common room; The furniture had been shoved aside and a pile of blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, and other articles of comfort lay in a pile on the floor like some kind of hurricane had gone through the rooms.

Her body was placed onto a soft comforter and she looked up at the towering figures above her in confusion. She didn't have long to wait as the lights were dimmed to their lowest settings and the sound of clanking helmets began to be unfastened. She was surprised when a warm body dropped down beside her on the comforter and she turned her head to see the familiar glow of orange from Sodo's eyes as he pulled her into his side.

She hadn't seen the ghouls without their masks before and even though the dimness prevented many of their features to be hard to see she still sensed a form of vulnerability from them as the others came to the makeshift nest on the floor. Mountain ended up as a cushion for the others as he lounged and stretched out against the pillows. Sodo's head rested against the Earth ghoul's thigh while Y/n rested on the Fire ghoul's chest. Swiss' body came to curl around Y/n from behind and rested his head on Mountain's stomach. Aether draped himself behind Sodo and his arm draped over Rain who'd slithered his way between Sodo and Y/n; resting his dark curly head on her stomach and wrapping his arms around her waist.

She was bracketed and pinned beneath and between the ghouls in a form of a ghoulish cuddle pile but she couldn't find it in herself to feel the irritation and anger of being smothered. Instead, she felt the soft rumbles of her friends like a physical thrum vibrating through her from all sides while clawed hands stroked parts of her they could reach in ways of comfort while tails curled around limbs. She'd never felt so supported and safe then she had in such a long time that it actually made her tear up.

Aether seemed to sense it as he gently stroked his knuckles along her temple. "Hey, it's okay. We're right here sweetheart."

"Take your mask off; just for today," Swiss added as he nuzzled her shoulder.

Rain tipped his head up to look at her; his blue eyes gazing at her with a sense of acceptance instead of pity - glittering with tears of his own as he seemed to feel her pain. "You don't have to put up a brave face with us, love."

"Let yourself fall apart if you have to." Mountain added from above her as his large hand petted her hair.

Y/n felt her lip tremble as her throat closed up with emotion. They were so kind to her. Always even when Sodo pranked her or when Swiss would flirt with her. When Aether dragged her into some kind of mischief when Mountain and Rain would help her with her chores or teach her about nature. They had always been there for her so why had she pushed them away when she needed them the most? Because she was stubborn and hot-headed...too independent. Or maybe because growing up she'd learned love didn't come easy and lies could be deceived through honeyed lips and false smiles.

The first tear slipped down her cheek and she closed her eyes. No one had been there for her except for her friend. But that didn't mean she was alone anymore; because even when her friend was gone from this world. Losing a battle that no one helped fight with them; Y/n's best friend gave her these ghouls to her to show her she didn't have to be alone anymore.

And so she cried. The tears came like a torrent rain as the oceans of emotion, grief, and sadness...of acceptance and love pooled inside of her and escaped through her eyes. She cried for her lost friend who'd been her everything and she cried for herself; of the memories she had and would forever cherish - of the opportunity she realized she had to make more memories with the people who truly cared about her like her best friend had.

The arms around her tightened and Sodo pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead; whispering against her skin as he felt his own throat close up with emotion as he listened to her sob.

"You'll be alright, baby girl. We promise to hold you together."

[kamyru]

How Nathaniel's HS arc helped me understand that there are parents who don't beat their kids

TW: Violent parents, child abuse

As MCL: New Gen began, I decided to replay the entire MCL. And I know it's a running gag in the fandom to hate on Beemoov and criticize it and I also do it. However, this post won't be about it. It is gonna be quite the opposite.

I didn't reach Nathaniel's arc in HS yet, so I'll talk from memories. But replaying HS made me think about it a lot.

Random fact about me: I was beaten as a kid. When I was younger more, as I became a teenager, less. I don't remember how often it happened, but I know that I was afraid of doing things sometimes because of this. My mom mostly used a belt to strike my legs/butt, once she used a phone charger cable or something similar. When I grew up it kinda stopped, but she continued to grab me by the hair and shake me till I was around 17-18. My dad wasn't as involved in this. But it's a running joke in my family that I am the strange ideas generator and the black sheep because he once hit me with a hard slipper on the head.

The school teachers knew that parents use violence on their kids. It's probably impossible not to know it when every now and then a kid was coming to school crying the next day after a test. And while talking with my classmates, we always came to the same conclusion: the parents are doing it for our own good, and of course they don't have enough patience to take out bullshit. Moreover, everyone will probably hit their kid when we will have them. I even came to the conclusion that every kid makes a promise to themselves that they are not gonna hit their kid, because they know how it is, but most of the kids are so awful that it's impossible not to do it. So, every time our teachers were asking us if we are beaten at home and were making parents-teachers meeting in which they were telling the parents not to beat their kids, we were looking at it with skepticism. Everyone was hit at least once in my class. It was normal.

And when I was 12-13, I saw the playthrough for Nathaniel's arc. And all the things in there seemed for me to be exaggerations. Like what kid in their right mind was going to call the cops on their parents and do something with the violence, right? But all the hatred I felt at that time towards Nath's father and the reaction of the cast made me finally understand what my elementary teacher was trying to get to me: beating your kid is not okay and there actually are kids that had never been beaten in their entire life.

Nath's arc was the first fictional representation of a beaten kid who made it through and punished his parents. A thing I didn't have as a kid before, because everyone around me was hit at least once.

I don't know if Beemoov actually wanted to spread awareness or just have some more drama, but it worked. They did put the first brick in normalizing my view against child violence. It may seem something strange for people who didn't go through this, because now I know that they do exist, but it was an eye-opener for me at that time. It didn't give me power to go against my parents violence, especially because it wasn't as often at that time. But it gave me something more important: it gave me the reassurance and hope, and all that I needed to know that I will break the circle when it is the right time.

It doesn't matter if it happened once, or multiple times, or in what state of mind was the parent. It is wrong in any case. So, please, to all the kids that went through this, know that you will make it through. You can change, you can be different. It's not an axiom that all the parents are beating their kids. You can be different and I believe in you.

And also

Thank you, Beemoov for teaching me this.

[gorbalsvampire]

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following...

Event that defines your character's past:

margø, "cool on the internet"

Stuck in this game but I love it Burned out like my last cigarette Everyone knows me, feels like I'm slowly Dying but at least I'm cool on the Internet

How your character sees themselves: Dorothy, "Black Sheep" Never was lost but I found my way Always knew I'd show my scars one day For the rules I broke helped build my throne Whoa, I'm right where I belong Now I'm singing Hail, hail the black sheep We are blood, we're family

How others view them:

Bellstop, "Trouble" (thanks to @biomechanicaltomato for this one)

Walking down what used to be my street, Now paved with disbelief, Friendly faces turning away, ay, Whispering hey, hey now - Now I've got trouble, trouble, troubling Fly me away when I've got Trouble, trouble, troubling (I want you to) Bring me the day and night

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic):

I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME, "Do It All The Time"

Now we're so young But we're probably gonna die It's so fun We're so good at selling lies We look so good And we never even try Got your money from a trust fund Do it all the time

We're taking over the world One kiss at a time

A major fight scene:

Mother Mother, "Hayloft II"

An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg A shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak She really didn't wanna make it messy She really really didn't, but the girl gone cray My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun I'd better run, my baby's got a gun, it goes Boom-boom-crack, gagagaga boom-boom

End Opening credits song:

XYLØ, "Afterlife" (Acoustic) I'm bad luck baby, you know Follows me around everywhere I go And I don't need your sympathy, no I need a fuckin' miracle -

Oh how the other half live With their perfect teeth And I'll never be Just like them I, I, I'm waiting for the afterlife, To show me a good time, baby Somebody save me I just wanna be loved

Tagging: @cherubim-now-throne @silkenred @hazelenergy @lydia-too-late @hazelenergy @thatmonroe

(Tagged your RP/IC blogs where you have them)

[jams-sims]

I'll say this there is a distinct difference in abus across each of the male leads.

Stolas abuse is classical kingdom monarchy neglect. He is rich and powerful but never makes a choice for himself. Of course this changes when he comes into power and it become more of keep the family image up.

Blitz abuse as a child is entertainer based. Never getting enough love compared to his other sibling. Always the one failing behind, the outcast, the black sheep.

Moxies abuse is probably the most activity aggressive compare to the other who are passively abusive. Crimson undermines Moxies sexuality constantly calling him gay when he is bi. It not him being gay-lite no matter what this hellsite tries to say.

The aggressive sexual tones are meant to be off putting because no one is laughing. It's a dig at Moxie masculinity. Even though he marries a women and loves a women that's not enough. When Millie comes to Save Moxie at the end. Crimson screams "she just a dame"

Crimson constantly moves the goalpost of what should make him proud of his son. In exchange for control one that he is losing. Which means he must take what he wants with physical violence.

The sexual aggressiveness also come forth with Moxie "mom". When Crimson goes to initiate physical touch. Moxie mom pulls away, that makes him angry. When Moxie shows off his shooting to his mom he is pulled away to shoot a real target. The mom rejects it. Their final fight is in Moxie bedroom, where Crimson slaps her just like he does Moxie.

This also explains why Moxie is more "feminine" why he takes the submission role in his relationship with Millie. He is his mother, he loved her and he took after her. An Moxie just like his mother deserved someone who would kill for them.

Luckily Moxie was able to leave Chaz and get into a healthy relationship. While his mother killed and abused by Crimson. The final fuck you was Crimson forcing Moxie to be an accomplice to his mother murder.

[spahhzy]

Black Sheep.

Jaune was carrying Neo, who was just about to be executed for her long list of crimes against the kingdom of Vale, looking as he heard a stir amongst the crowd below. Neo tilted her head.

Jaune: Bout time Roman.

Roman dusted himself off as he looked up at the execution stand to where his partners were.

Roman: It's hard to do anything flashy when you charge head-on like that, you moron!

Neo was happy, ecstatic even to see that her best friend was alive and well!

Jaune smiled as he then noticed more Valean guards forming from behind him.

Jaune: Alright, here ya go!

Jaune lifted Neo over his head with one arm, much her embarrassment, but that was soon replaced by confusion and then realization at what he was planning on doing.

Neo: 'YOU ARE NOT GOING TO THROW YOUR GIRLFRIEND ARE YOU!?'

Roman: Wait-wait hold on now don't you think-

Jaune: Catch!

And with a windup, he simply tossed the little mute like a baseball. The siight,if not for the circumstances, was comical.

Smol girl thrown by toll boy.

Roman: Jaune, you bastard!!

Was all Roman got out before being smacked by Neo body, the force sending him to the ground.

Neo was the first fo recover.

Neo: I am going to MURDER YOU! '🤬🔪😨

Roman recovered soon after.

Roman: You idiot!

Jaune smiled before seeing from behind one Glynda Goodwitch walking up from behind.

Jaune turns back to Roman.

Jaune: Take Neo and get out of here, Roman.

Roman: Eh? What about you!

Jaune: I'll catch up.

Roman: Oh no, don't you dare start doing sad movie tropes!

Jaune: I'll catch up, I promise, sides, I have an anniversary gift I gotta give Neo, can't do that from a cell, can I?

Neo blushed but still had a crossed look on her face, as Roman helped her up to her feet.

Roman: You better be right behind us, moron.

Roman began to leave, but Neo looked unsure.

Roman: C'mon Neo, If anyone is going to keep his word, it's Jaune.

Neo still looked unsure, but reluctantly, she followed behind Roman.

Glynda saw the two fleeing and was going to stop them but was cut off by Jaune.

Jaune: Eye's with me deputy.

Glynda: You could have had such a promising future Jaune, if you took Ozpins deal, you could have done your family proud.

Jaune: It's always what I gotta do for everyone else and not what's best for me.

Glynda: And what's best for you aligning with criminals and mingling with a psychopath?

Jaune: What can I say? I was always the black sheep of my family.