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atimefordragons · 3 years ago

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something something, yelling, lol.

☾♔; Jan 10, 2022 ☾♔; 7:45am ☾♔; sotd: idk ☾♔; cotd: idk ☾♔; rambles or stm, whatever ☾♔; High Fashion Layout (I Guess)

lmao, this set is just a fucking mess, I could blame it on dead brain, but really I just am feeling all the feelings and wanted to scream into the void, and screamintothevoid.com wasn't cutting it anymore. lol.

*jake peralta voice* guess who just got COVID!

lmao, actually it's been 3ish days, but that's not the quote, and I'm hilarious. lol. technically it's just presumed covid, getting a hold of a test is hard again in toronto, and the provincial guidelines now state that if you screen positive online, you're presumed positive and need to isolate, if your symptoms aren't severe enough to go to the hospital, there's no need to confirm with a test. I did manage to get a rapid test kit though, from my little cousin, since she's a kid, they get a couple for school covid regulations, but our local testing center is closed sunday and monday, so we're submitting it tomorrow. but really it's just a formality to make my mom shut up. she keeps telling me I'm overreacting and that it's nothing, and my panicking is making my asthma act up, and it's not covid making it hard to breathe, like, okay, you wanna hang out in my room and let me cough on you then? I've had asthma my whole life, I know the difference between an asthma attack and something else making my fucking chest hurt just when I breathe. plus, if it was just asthma, using my inhalers would make it better! while they help me breathe a little better, the physical pain is still fucking there, so it's not asthma! god, she pisses me off. part of me hopes my breathing problems get worse and I end up going to the hospital just so I can say I told you so!

and fuck my sister too! she always takes our mom's side whenever I tell her about an issue I have with mom. this is why you don't know me, and why I'm daddy's little girl because dad actually listens to me whether I'm just rambling about something dumb or something serious! like, the last time I visited her precovid, she said something about how we should know each other better, which was her segway of just asking if I'm gay, and I told her about some of the fucked up shit our mother used to say to me, and things I have never, and will never forget and she said "I can see how that hurts, but it was hard for mom too cause she had to raise her sisters after her mom died", like, okay, that still doesn't mean it's okay for her to say those things to me or to treat me like crap. I'm her child, not her punching bag.

and actually, speaking of my sister, are we really sisters? it's definitely why I idealize fictional sibling relationships so much, cause on tv they call each other "sis" like we do, but they also do sibling shit and like, care about each other. I don't send her messages either checking up on her, so it's not like I'm innocent, but she is the elder, and the only time we talked during this whole thing was when our dad called her to talk to her about it 2 days ago. she hasn't sent me any texts since, but my bestie meanwhile checks in every other hour. and I check in her all the time too for her stuff, and we video chatted when she was in the hospital (not for covid) constantly, and when I first told her I might have covid she was already looking up travel plans incase I'm hospitalized (even though she wouldn't be allowed in the hospital), she does live in canada though, to be fair to my american sister. but like, that's a sister relationship, I don't have any of that with my blood sister.

#urstyle #mine #high fashion layout #preamble ramble 2.0 #personal

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grians-perch · 4 years ago

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Introducing... ☽ Kin Care Kits ☾!

*DISCLAIMER: I have not tested any of these objects myself! Please proceed with caution and make sure to check reviews and look for possible allergens! I try to check as best as I can but I hold no responsibility for low quality items or anything else! I am just recommending items!

Welcome to this new section of requests open! Now, before you can request, I have a few things I need to let you know!

There will be a limited amount of spots open at a time! When spots open, I'll make a blog post saying how many spots are open! When the spots fill, Kin Care Kits will be closed. Please check the "Availabilities" Post before requesting to see if there are any spots still left open! As spots fill, I will mark them off on the post! The post is linked here, and is also under the "#availability" tag.

These care kits are first come first serve. If you're too late in requesting, your ask will be put in a "sorry we missed you" post, so you know you were unable to get a spot. This is just to ensure you aren't waiting for a request that won't be coming, and to remind those who were too late what they requested, as all requests will be deleted after the "sorry we missed you" post. You are 100% allowed to request the next time they open!

If you are not kind, your request will be deleted. Full stop. If you complain about not getting a spot, I probably won't want to complete yours! (Saying you're annoyed you missed it is fine, or saying things like "argh, i missed it! maybe next time!" is completely okay, but do not be angry at me please! I am only one mod and can only handle so much!)

The items I add may be from a variety of websites, so please do not be upset if I use sites like amazon or a fast fashion site! Some people cannot afford certain sites, or their caretakers will see purchases from a certain site! If you don't want items from a seller, please let me know in the request!

If you're a bit confused with a few things, this post may shed some light on it!

With that out of the way, it's time to tell you about the care kits! Please read carefully!

There are six different types of care kits: fashion kits, accessory kits, self care kits, decoration kits, recipe kits, and mixed kits. All kits will be in sets of nine, unless you ask for a larger kit (which will take longer) or I find something that fits perfectly that I can't not include!

Fashion Kit: Pretty self explanatory! This kit will be a set of clothing items tailored to fit your needs! Often times will include some accessories to match! When requesting this, please specify masculine/feminine/adrogynous style, colors, textures, designs, any special features, clothing types, sizes, etc! (If you don't mind for any of these, you don't need to add them in!)

Accessory Kit: Much like the fashion kit, an accessory kit is a set of accessories to fit your needs! These could be rings, necklaces, socks, crowns, pins, buttons, any kind of accessory you can think of!

Self Care Kit: This kit is a set of things that is more self care-centered! This includes things that could be used to take care of yourself, like bathing items, sensory blankets, stim toys, or even things that may be used if you have trouble with self care, like an easy to use toothbrush, or skin soothing face wipes that are a certain smell!

Decoration Kit: This kit is a set of 9 things that are used for decorations! This one is a pretty vast category, so there are a lot of options!

Recipe Kit: The recipe kit is a set of recipes that might remind you of your canon! With this kit, please specify dietary restrictions, including allergies, diets, food preferences, etc! I don't want to give you a recipe that's dangerous!

Snack Kit: Like the recipe kit, but using premade/storebought snacks!

Mixed Kit: This kit is a mix of all the kits! Just ask for a mixed kit, and tell me how many items you want from each kit! (Such as "3 decorations, 4 self care, and 2 recipes", or others like that!) If you request this one, I will allow you to send in one ask reserving your place, as it takes time to specify. Send your first ask with "I'm going to request a mixed kit" with a signature of 4 emojis! This signature is only going to be used for the mixed kits, so we know who's requesting what!

Example: "Hi there! Could I request a Fashion kit for Ranboo? I prefer masculine clothes, and would like casual fashion that I can wear day to day! Themes of tubbo would be nice too! Wish .com stuff would be nice, no Amazon stuff."

(When requesting items that may come into contact with skin or mouth, please alert me of allergies!)

I hope you all enjoy this new request type!

-Mod Crow

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years ago

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HEART'S DESIRE - CHAPTER 42

*Warning: Adult Content*

As Ambrose Thorne tends to the wounded and Alpha Astrid Hunter converses with the Fae, Monty Hunter holds Kit Montaine in his arms, vowing never to let go of him again.

Kit leans against Monty, limp with exhaustion and relief and shivers with the aftermath of adrenaline.

"I'm fine," Alpha Dane Hunter grumbles, swatting Ambrose's hands aside as the other man crouches next to him, trying to get a look at his wound.

"Help someone who needs it."

"If you'd like to bleed to death, you may do so on your own time," Ambrose snaps. "Though I suspect your Mate will have something to say about it. Now, hold still."

Dane glowers, but allows him to treat the tears in his flesh.

A moment later, Ambrose sits back with a sigh, brushing auburn curls out of his face with bloodied hands.

"That will have to do for now. I'll need the rest of my strength for Martin. He's in a bad way but I can't help him until he Shifts."

"Take him to Sasha's," Dane says, pushing himself to his feet.

"It's less than a mile, if you cut through the meadow to the south and follow the stream."

"I'll show you," Sasha volunteers.

"Ophie should come too. She sprained her ankle pretty bad when Jake caught up with us."

"Where is that bastard, anyway?" Dane asks, glancing towards the entrance of the canyon.

"And the rest of Ferrault's guys?"

"I knocked one out cold," Darius says, shifting his grip on Martin's unconscious form.

"Frey and Noah beat the shit out of the two that had Martin. They fucked off back to the starting line, I think. As for Jake and One-Eye..."

He glances at Sasha and she grimaces.

"They caught me an' Ophie at the creek, the one dad likes to fish at. They might've killed us but..."

"I came along," Ambrose interjects.

"Jake must've thought I was easy prey, and came right at me. Turns out I'm too hot to handle — unless you know how."

He winks at Noah.

"Hope he didn't mind cremation."

"Ambrose." Noah hisses, mortified.

"Sorry," Ambrose flinches.

"You know how I get when I'm tired."

Noah softens and rests a hand on his back.

"I do. I'm just glad you're alright. What about the other guy?"

"One-Eye? Er..."

Ophelia shrugs.

"We were fighting in water. I guess he forgot to breathe."

"Great." Dane rubs his brow.

"So now what? There's still guys with guns guarding Julian and the kids and Dad. Not to mention Elena and Selene."

Astrid Hunter straightens her shoulders.

"Dane Hunter, do you imagine your mother would go all the way to Faerie, broker a treaty with the Summer Queen, and come back with only three Fae? It's taken care of."

"Oh."

Dane slumps, obviously relieved to relinquish the hero role, despite his tough-guy act.

Some exhausted corner of Monty’s brain wanted to laugh, nothing like having your mom save your grown-up ass but he just gives Kit a little squeeze, instead.

"You okay?" Monty asks.

Kit looks up at him, his eyes wide in the dark.

"No," he whispers.

"But I think I will be, now."

"Good." Monty says, kissing Kit’s forehead.

"Me, too."

~ ☾ ~

It takes a while but eventually everything gets sorted out.

While Darius carries Martin back to Sasha's, accompanied by Ambrose, Ophelia and Sasha herself, the rest of them head back the way they came, to meet up with the remainder of their enemies.

The three Fae lend Monty, Dane and Kit their outer robes, for modesty and warmth.

Then they quickly fashion a makeshift stretcher from branches and force Stefan and Ferrault's other men to Shift and carry the Dire's body as proof of his defeat.

Astrid Hunter didn't lie and halfway back to the ridge, they're met by Julian and Alpha Joseph Hunter, bearing Luna and Luca, Martin's four children and a party of six Fae, who guard Elena and Selene.

The rest of Ferrault's men and their vehicles have been escorted off their land.

As Dane reunites with his family, Astrid Hunter addresses Elena and Selene.

"What you see here is what remains of your forces. Ferrault is dead. He died in combat and with honor. Your own people may attest to it."

This is a more generous spin than Monty would have put on it but his mother is known for her diplomacy.

What other Wolf could make a deal with the Fae?

Elena looks to the line of bedraggled men and Stefan nods in acknowledgement.

Selene gazes down on Ferrault but her expression is closer to relief than grief.

Monty hopes she realizes what a narrow escape she's had.

"And Jake?" Elena asks, scanning the faces that surround her.

"Dead," Astrid Hunter says,

"As is another whose name I do not know. Our condolences on your loss."

Elena's lips draw back in a snarl.

"Traitorous bitch," she hisses, echoing her brother's words.

"You would rather lick the feet of these Fae filth than face honorable defeat? When the White Dawn..."

Astrid Hunter raises her hand and the Fae raise their bows. Elena shuts up.

"Your brother's death was avoidable, as was your Chosen's. They did not have to come here, intent on harm. As for treachery, it is you who ought to be ashamed. You have used my son poorly and according to the old laws you hold so dear, I would be within my rights to demand your life for it. Do you deny it?"

Elena's lips thin to a line and she lifts her chin but makes no answer.

"Moreover, your Dire and his second's deaths leaves you in command. Perhaps we should follow tradition and make an example."

Elena pales and glances at Selene and Monty gets the feeling she's the sort to throw others under the bus to save her own skin.

Astrid Hunter continues before she has the chance.

"I am willing to let 'tradition' slide and to pardon past offenses, however, if you will abide by certain conditions, of course."

"Name them," Elena snaps.

"First, you sever all ties to my family, including to your former Mate, my son."

"Done and gladly."

Ignoring the other woman's sneer, Astrid Hunter goes on in an even, measured tone.

"Second, you will convey this message to the rest of your brother's Pack, to the White Dawn and to the Mortaines, this land is no longer Wolf territory. It belongs to the Fae and to trespass here is to ask for death."

Elena scowls but nods.

"Consider it done. No one wants your tainted devil-ground, anyway."

A growl emanates from Dane, who holds Julian and his children at his side but our mom merely lifts a brow and lets the insult pass.

"And finally," she says,

"The children stay with us. Flora, Miguel, Rio and Nico belong to the Hunter Pack."

Monty expects Elena to protest at this but she looks almost relieved.

"Fine. Martin raised them to be weak, anyway and the damage is done. If you want them, they're yours."

Monty glances at the children, who watch the proceedings with wide, frightened eyes.

The two older siblings seem to be trying to protect the younger pair but all four faces show the marks of recent tears.

When their grandfather beckons, they run to him as if at the promise of a lifeline and Monty’s heart breaks for his nephews and niece.

They've got some therapy in their futures for sure, if he has any say in it.

Astrid Hunter turns her attention on Selene, last.

"As for you, Selene Mortaine, you've pitted yourself against us twice now and lost. You will not survive a third attempt. Bring word of what has passed here to your uncle and warn him well. If a Mortaine so much as looks askance at a Hunter again, it means war. Our Packs brokered peace for a reason, he should remember it."

Selene glances at Dire Ferrault's body again and sniffs.

"Fine. Consider it done. May you all eat wolf's bane and die."

"May you go in peace," Astrid Hunter says, even-toned as ever.

"And perhaps if you stop chasing power, you will even find happiness, someday."

Selene scowls but says nothing more and the Fae escort the last of their enemies off their lands.

~ ☾ ~

"Will they have to move?" Kit asks as they all walk slowly back to Sasha's house, taking their time beneath a moonlit sky.

"Will who have to move?" Monty returns, squeezing Kit against his side.

"Your mom and dad and everyone. If this isn't their land anymore."

"It's still our land, on paper," Mrs Hunter answers, coming to walk by their side.

"We can live here as we please. The only difference is that instead of Pack-land, it's Fae territory now. We're stewards, not masters."

"That was the price for helping us?" Monty asks.

Astrid Hunter shrugs.

"Not necessarily. It was my idea. I figured if the land wasn't Wolf-territory, Ferrault couldn't challenge for it according to his outdated laws. Turned out, the Fae were only too happy to agree. Thin places are hard to come by, these days and they were eager for the chance to control one again. Honestly, not much will change, except a bit of Faerie will probably bleed through. The land will grow more lush and wild and things may slip between, now and then. We might glimpse a strange beast, or see lights in the sky or in the wood nothing to fear, as long as we're respectful."

"Will you and dad stay?" Monty asks.

She nods.

"We'll rebuild. Ophelia and Ed are welcome, too. I think a cottage would be nice for them. Maybe by the lake, on the side nearer to town."

"Kitka will be a lucky girl, growing up here," Monty says, glancing forward to where Dane walks with his arm around Julian, each of them carrying one of the twins.

Then his eyes stray to Martin's kids and his heart constricts.

His father holds Rio's hand and carries little Nico piggyback.

Flora and Miguel trail behind on either side.

"She will," his mother agrees and sighs, seeing the direction of his gaze.

"As for the rest... that remains to be seen."

~ ☾ ~

The others greet them on their return to Sasha's house and as they gather in the living room, Ambrose descends from the second floor.

He looks awful.

He's explained how he processes the pain of the injuries he heals and from how pale and shaky he looks, Monty gathers Martin was in bad shape.

"How is he?" Mrs Hunter asks, as Noah goes straight to his side.

"Not well, I fear," Ambrose says, leaning on his Mate and swiping a trembling hand through his hair.

"I've done what I can but the body is all I can heal. Mind, heart, spirit..." He shakes his head.

"The rest is up to him."

Mrs Hunter nods.

"Thank you, Ambrose. You've done more than enough. Go and rest, now."

She looks to Monty and Kit, Julian and Dane, Freya and Darius, Sasha, Ophelia and Ed.

"All of you, get some rest. Tomorrow we will put the darkness at our backs. In the meantime, I will do my best to convince my son that we want him at our side, to greet that new day."

She goes upstairs and the rest of us spend the night huddled in the living room, taking comfort in the nearness of family and friends.

~ ☾ ~

Martin isn't with them, though, when they gather for a subdued breakfast the following morning.

Astrid Hunter joins them, pale and unhappy, having clearly not slept a wink.

She worries her bottom lip and stares into the blackness of her coffee cup and finally raises her eyes to Monty’s.

"Will you talk to him, Monty?" she asks.

"Somehow, I think if anyone can get through to him, it's you."

"Is he...?"

She shakes her head.

"He's not hurt, physically. But as Ambrose said, there are other kinds of hurts and... He's given up. It's the Devouring. If he can't let Elena go and forgive himself..."

Monty swallows.

"How long does he have?"

"I don't know. A few days, at most. He's already..."

She bites her lip again, not wanting to say the word.

They both know Martin has weaknesses and maybe he was wrong to cling to whatever illusion of love he had with Elena but he isn't 'weak.'

"I'll do my best," Monty promises and squeeze her hand.

Kit accompanies him up to Martin's room, trailing him like a warm shadow at his back.

He enters and finds his brother apparently asleep, lying beneath a blanket with his hands folded on his chest.

Monty sits beside him, take one of his hands in his and calls his name.

"Martin?"

He opens his eyes and turns his head towards Monty but his gaze is empty and blank.

"Monty..."

His voice is a whisper of dry breath.

"Hey." Monty tries to smile,but fail.

"You got us worried, brother."

Martin shuts his eyes and murmurs...

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just come back to us, okay? Your kids need you."

Tears leak from his eyes.

His lips are dry and cracked and hardly move as he speaks.

"They don't," he rasps.

"They're better off... And you'll all take care of them, I know..."

He draws a ragged breath and Monty squeezes his hand.

"Martin, listen to me. Hear their names. Miguel, Flora, Rio, Nico. They need you. We need you. We love you, brother."

He takes another breath and more tears escape him.

"But I hurt you and Kit and Dad," he murmurs.

"Elena's right. I should just..."

"No."

Monty shakes him and the sound of his voice startles them both.

Martin stares up at his brother, more awake than he's been so far.

"No, Martin," Monty repeats, a little softer.

"Elena was wrong. Yeah, you made mistakes. We all have. I have. Mistakes like you don't even know. But I'm here for you. Like I hope you'll be there for me, one day, if I ever need it and like your kids need you, right fucking now."

With Martin’s amber eyes locked to Monty’s, he swallows and loses more tears but nods.

"Okay," he whispers.

"Okay, Monty. Okay."

~ ☾ ~

And so, over the next two weeks, Martin recovers.

They all do, slowly, together, one by one, until at last they can smile and laugh again without thinking too hard and without pain.

Ambrose and Noah head home first, followed by Julian and Dane.

Freya and Darius go next, having caught wind of a new bounty up north in BC.

Finally, it's just Kit and Monty, Martin and his Kids, Sasha, Ophelia's family and their mom and dad.

"I'm staying," Sasha says, popping into the tent as Kit and Monty pack their things.

"I think Mom and Dad need me here and I do love my house. Built the damn thing myself, after all."

"It's a beautiful home," Monty says.

"I hope..."

He stops himself but Sasha gets him.

"I know." She sniffs.

"I don't know how Jake fooled me so bad but I hope so too, Monty. When I'm ready, I hope I find someone to share it with, someday. But if I don't, I won't be unhappy, either. I know how to be alone."

She smiles and embraces her brother and then Kit and then leaves them to pack.

As for Martin, he and his kids need a bit more time but then they plan to join Dane and the rest of them in Spring Lakes for a fresh start.

In the meantime, Astrid and Joseph Hunter have moved in with him, bringing a bit of much-needed warmth to his cold, sterile house.

They're thinking to remodel it and save some of the insurance money from the fire to build a cottage for Ophelia and Ed.

When Ambrose's construction crew came back to break down the temporary shelters they'd erected, they left one of the larger tents for Ophelia's little family but it won't be suitable, come winter.

"You ready?" Monty asks, as Kit and Monty stand outside Sasha's home, a rental car waiting to take them away.

Kit leans against me, a bag full of all the things he can call his own slung over his shoulder.

Monty plans to expand that list exponentially.

"I'm ready for anything," Kit says, linking his hand with Monty’s,

"As long as I've got you."

"You got me, Kit," Monty laughs and kiss the side of his head.

"So, let's go home."

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