#Both of theirs! The way it reflects their ages and how they feel about each other ♪ Expectations and respect and ahh

[sysig]

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[erinwantstowrite]

Hi! Purely out of curiosity because I am always interested in people’s thoughts on the subject, how do you feel about “batcest” in au’s where the children were never adopted/didn’t meet until adulthood/etc? Any pairing with Bruce makes me genuinely nauseous, but I feel like I’m more lenient with situational stuff with the kids since they’re closer in age/didn’t grow up together in my very loose understanding of canon/not actually related/etc. (ie: I think Steph and Cass are cute together even though they’re both “batfam” members, etc etc)

please feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable! I just really love your writing and this seems to be a subject you’re passionate about, so I just wanted to know more of your thoughts. Hope you’re having a wonderful day!

anon in the nicest way possible, it's disgusting even then.

because it doesn't matter if they didn't know each other as little little kids, they are family in every sense of the word. it would be the same as two characters who are siblings having being raised in two different households as children getting into a relationship even though they knew each other later. it spits in the face of adopted families by claiming that they aren't actually family, and the people who defend batcest are hurting people who are victims of the exact dynamic that they're shipping. it's gross, like genuinely vile. knowing their canon relationship and "changing" it to fit what they want is nasty because they *had* to change it. they know it's wrong if they had to "fix" it in order to ship it. it implies that this person thinks they should be in a romantic pairing in canon, too, but they're trying to justify it to themselves.

and with Steph and Cass, Steph is a friend of theirs. she dated Tim previously and they are not related. she didn't want Bruce to adopt her, she doesn't consider them siblings. yes there is a found family dynamic but it's not the same as the others, who are not only legally family in most cases, but have considered each other family for years and years and years. they call each other their siblings. yes, even jason and tim. tim and jason are only a couple years apart, but jason is still family even if he died? tim considered himself dick's brother and his relationship with bruce was rocky sometimes but he also considered bruce like a father figure, and later on he was adopted so that was always there. they are siblings.

and in some of their dynamics, it's pedophilic dick and damian, dick and tim, jason and damian, tim and damian, even dick and jason because dick was an adult when he met jason. automatically that puts you in a spot where you deserve the deepest pit of hell. truly. i'm not religious but i hope they get their karma. i don't care if it's fictional, this reflects who they are as people in the real world and that's why i know these people are gross monsters. not to mention these people don't understand boundaries (shocker) and have and probably will again, ask me to include a batcest ship in LoF or to draw batcest for them. they have asked for peter and damian. one person claimed that peter and jason would be "cute" because of peter thinks he's cool and has "an innocence" about jason's life and what he's done. another asked for peter and dick. the blood related father and son. so it truly doesn't matter to them, i can guarantee it to you. the way i look at it, no matter which way they are shipped, you are automatically associated with the rest of them. nothing justifies it and it's wrong

and because i know someone is going to try to start an argument with me: i can't stop them from writing it. i know that. and you can scream at me until you're blue about your opinion on the matter, but i do not care and you will be wasting your breath. i am not pro cecsorship because it is a slippery slope and people will dig their claws into that. however. i can let them know that they aren't welcome on my page, i can talk about my opinion on the matter, i have every right to block them and say whatever i want. if you don't like this post, i'm telling you to block me so i don't have to take the time to do it myself 🫶

[milykins]

Poly Dad HCs

Taking the Dad HCs to the next level we have the poly dad HCs. I couldn't help but imagine how things would go if the Reader had children with two or more of the Bayverse guys. I've done all the pairings I could think of. My personal favourite is Blood Orange.

TW: Depictions of poly-type relationships and reverse harem-type relationship (All four with one woman), aged up characters.

Special thanks to @sophiacloud28 for checking it over for me!

Leo and Donnie (Blurple) 💙💜

Parenting children would be fairly harmonious because these two dads are. On. The. Same. Page.

Both have similarly calm demeanors and will likely will be reflected in their kids as well.

They may disagree on the question of who parented who. Leo would prefer to be kept in the dark whereas Donnie would be curious about which ones are biologically his. He would never voice it, though. He loves them all equally of course.

Donnie does the science side of things while Leo covers the spiritual and martial arts side.

They do clash sometimes with the science vs. spirituality argument and may disagree on certain things like bedtime. Leo is fairly strict on certain aspects. The children must have a routine to keep things running smoothly and he is very unmoving on .

Donnie will do his best to follow said routines but is a little more relaxed. Just one more book Leo, then he promises he’ll put the kids to bed. Leo can be persuaded… usually by you, to relax a little bit.

On discipline Leo is definitely the tougher of the two. At times being too hard on the kids. Donnie will step in with a gentler approach, using logic and understanding to solve things. He doesn’t undermine Leo’s discipline techniques but rather shows him that there is more than one way to deal with certain issues.

Between these two their kids are loved, fed, safe, and well taken care of with clear boundaries set to teach them right from wrong.

Raph and Mikey (Blood Orange) ❤️🧡

These two dads may not always be on the same page but they absolutely love their kids. They’re both protective as heck too.

They complement each other well in certain aspects. Mikey does the fun dad thing, while Raph is more on the quieter side. The kids get the best of both worlds.

Neither of them care to know which ones are biologically theirs but it tends to be pretty obvious with certain inherited personality traits.

Surprisingly enough, Raph is the one who ends up sticking to things like a bedtime schedule. In the beginning, Mikey is so lax on it he would let the kids just fall asleep where they may and eat when they were hungry. Raph had to be the one to reel him in, fix up a bedtime schedule and have regularly scheduled meals. It only took one week of no rules or schedule and the two of them had their hands full with grumpy, tired and wild off the rails children. You and Raph end up having to sit Mikey down and explain gently, (on your part, not so much Raph’s) that the kids need some structure. Luckily, Mikey is so easygoing that he easily agrees to the routine and some clear rules and boundaries.

On discipline, Raph starts off being way too hard on the children with some pretty harsh punishments. This is where Mikey actually has to reel him in.

Raph ends up making one of them cry and Mikey is dad mode activated. He asks Raph if he really wants to be that type of parent, the one who scares his kids into behaving.

Despite his stubbornness, this actually sparks a moment of clarity for Raph. After that, he’s softer. He learns that there is a better way to teach his children respect and discipline.

On your part, it’s a bit of a challenge keeping these two on the same page but the one thing they agree on is how much they love their children, and you.

Leo and Mikey (Synergy) 💙🧡

This pairing might also be a little more challenging due to how drastically different these two are. Leo often feels Mikey is like an extra child on top of their biological ones.

They are both unconcerned with which ones are ‘theirs’ all children belong to both of them no matter their personality or who they resemble more.

Leo tries to impose a strict routine early on and expects Mikey to just follow it. Wishful thinking on his part you would say.

Mikey does at first… but easily finds loopholes to get around things like sneaking the kids treats before dinner, reading just one more book at bedtime and citing that there’s just five more minutes on the movie they’re watching.

At first it drives Leo crazy and he wastes a lot of energy trying to push his younger brother to fall in line. So many lectures on why a routine is important and deviating from it will cause unwanted behaviours etc.

Mikey may be the fun loving easygoing one out of the two of them but he will not be steamrolled by his brother. He does stand up to Leo when he sees fit because he’s a parent too and he has a say in how their children will be raised. Leo doesn’t expect this and along with you gently pushing him to actually listen to his brother for once.

With your help, Mikey actually gets Leo relax a little with his strict schedules and rigid discipline ideals.

The most incredible thing that happens as a result is Leo learning how to have fun and actually play with his kids. Mikey and the kids rope him into dance parties, tea parties, pillow fights and the like.

At first Leo is fairly awkward feels out of place but then he finds he secretly loves it.

Mikey brings out his playful side and Leo in return helps Mikey be calmer and more apt to raise the children with some healthy boundaries. Discipline, kindness, honour and a huge amount of love is how this parenting relationship would go.

Mikey and Donnie (Wise Crack) 🧡💜

Coparenting between these two is a pretty relaxing affair. Both employ gentle parenting techniques and both would need guidance from you on discipline practices and routines.

Just enough so that the kids don’t walk all over them. Once they have that down, the two of them would likely get along pretty well and be on the same page for the most part.

Donnie is still the fun science dad and Mikey is the fun playful dad. Between these two, their children are never bored.

Donnie might need ‘resetting’ from time to time, getting too consumed in his work, wrapped up in his projects and spending too much time in his lab. This is where Mikey comes into play.

He will team up with the children and ‘bully’ him into leaving his work and spending time with them. He’ll play directly into his love of science and all things technology-related too.

He’ll schedule a visit to the museum, the planetarium or plan some fun science experiments, bonus if they end up exploding and Don has to step in before someone (likely Mikey) hurts themselves. He does these things even though science tends to be pretty boring to him, but the kids absolutely love it. Mikey ends up learning how to like science as a result.

Donnie, in turn learns the importance of spending time with his children and cuts down on his work in the lab for good.

The children, and you of course are much better off with two committed, available dads that love you and their children more than anything.

Raph and Leo (Viole-n-t) ❤️💙

Oh, these two… they barely like sharing YOU, parenting their collective children is a whole other challenge in itself.

Raph automatically pushes back on Leo’s strict schedule and boundaries without a second thought.

The two of them undermine each other constantly when it comes to their chosen parenting practices. These are two strong-willed men with very stubborn personalities.

Raph says screw the schedule and lets the children stay up later or Leo steps in during Raph’s training sessions to take over because he can ‘do it’ better. Unfortunately, it ends with the two of them arguing it out and fighting in front of the children.

You, the matriarch of the family has to knock them down a couple pegs.

The two of them begrudgingly agree to a ‘truce’ because you are actually the logical one in this situation and point out the fact that they’re acting like children themselves and their behaviour is upsetting everyone. The one thing these two do agree on is having the kids feel safe and happy, so much so that they’ll swallow their pride and try to get along.

With more prompting you’ll get them to agree to split the fatherly responsibilities right down the middle.

They both are in agreement and things like bathtime, bedtime, meal times and playtime all get organized, you tackle the discipline issue with them as well.

You are quite clear that neither one of them are to undermine the other in terms of discipline and you all agree on one technique, firm but gentle.

Leo and Raph can manage to put their differences aside for the sake of their family and there will be rare moments where the two of them do get along.

Neither can resist their little ones asking if their ‘daddies’ can play dolls or cars or make-believe. Neither can say no to the innocent requests of their little ones.

You manage to snap some adorable photos. Raph wearing a feathered boa and a silly hat, and Leo with his pinky out sipping a tiny cup of ‘tea’. They both learn how to relax and actually be better parents and surprisingly nicer to each other as well.

Raph and Donnie (Magenta) ❤️💜

A bit of an odd pairing, but we’re doing it. Raph and Donnie would be a similar dynamic to Raph and Mikey except Donnie would be more on board for establishing a routine.

These two might butt heads over education. Donnie would be absolutely serious about making sure the children have a proper education.

Raph would be more lax about it, stating that it’s not a big deal, just teach them to read, that’s all they need, don’t they? He’d figure his children would be raised with just the minimum amount of knowledge like he and his brothers were.

Donnie would vehemently argue that their children deserve way more than just the bare minimum. He’ll get really heated over it, stating that the kids need more than just learning how to punch things.

You will have to step in at this point to calm them down and it might take a few discussions to get Donnie to relax a little and for Raph to embrace the idea that training their minds is just as important as training their bodies.

They can easily split responsibilities on that. Raph and Donnie embrace the idea that their kids will be smart and strong.

In the end, these two are great fathers in supporting their children in whatever they choose to do. They get along well and coexist rather peacefully together.

All Four (Fruit Salad) 💜❤️💙🧡

If you somehow manage a relationship with not one, not two but all four of the brothers, raising children with them will be an interesting affair.

At first you don’t discuss the matter, but after spending mating season with them and giving each one adequate time, you do wind up with a surprise pregnancy.

There’s no telling who the father is though until after the baby is born and all of you do agree to use DNA testing to determine the actual father.

The result does spark a discussion about future children and in the end you agree to give each remaining brother a mating season and a child. It takes a few years of spacing out the pregnancies but each of them will end up with a biological child by the end of it.

Parenting these children actually isn’t as difficult as you might think. It all comes back to the age-old saying: it takes a village to raise a child.

They are a team after all, and they all raise the children collectively as one.

All of them do take advice and pointers from you and try not to undermine each other.

It does take some planning, discussions about schedules and routines to get them all on the same page.

By the end of it the children have four caring, loving fathers who would do anything for their little ones. They all balance each other out quite well.

There’s Mikey’s fun, playful, affectionate nature, Leo’s calm, peaceful demeanor, Raph’s passionate, protective way of being and Donnie’s quiet softness. You get this and more with this type of family dynamic and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

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[hauntedhokage]

𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜

Fushiguro Megumi/F!Reader

summary: Megumi has held onto a lot over the last few years, a chance encounter in a park begins his road to letting go. A expansion of this little thing that will hurt more but at least I fix it?

word count: 5.5k

warnings: angst, jjk manga spoilers, character death, my canon ending and gege can’t take that from me

note: reader’s nephew does not have a name to be inclusive of other cultures/names. Reader/her nephew are not indicated as being of Japanese descent - just living in Japan. 

Megumi meets you in the spring. 

He’s walking through the park on a Saturday morning, wanting to get some sunlight after a few days kept inside due to gloomy weather. It’s quieter than he’d expected, given the time and the weather, but he wasn’t complaining about it in the slightest. The quiet gave him less to worry about, less to be on the lookout for, and he felt like he could relax for a minute. The quiet gave him time to reflect on the number of times he was at this park as a kid on Saturday mornings with his sister and their benefactor. On occasion it hurts to be there, certain days of the year or holidays, but if the sun was out he liked to make sure he went on this walk. It was one of the few places they both were with him at. 

He enjoys the solitude, even the little excited footsteps he hears running around somewhere behind him that meant someone was having fun in the near empty park close by.

Until he feels a tug on his sleeve.

He looks down to see a child, couldn’t be older than five or six, staring up at him in mild confusion. Clearly he was expecting someone else, and that has Megumi looking around for the adult tied to this child. The playground was a bit far from where they were standing, so it was possible the little one was trying to play a joke on his parent and strayed too far. 

“I think you’ve got the wrong person,” is all he can think to say to the kid, and internally he’s cringing at himself because that wasn’t what you should say to a potentially lost child. “Were you at the playground?���

“Yeah, but-“

“Oh there you are!” 

“Auntie!” And the kid is off, running towards the source of the voice as Megumi turns to see who it was as well. You had to be around his age, relief etched into your features as you gently scold the boy for running off like that and request that he never scare you like that again. Then you’re looking to Megumi as you stand, and it clicks for him why the boy might’ve mistaken him for his aunt despite the obvious differences: you were wearing the same sweater. A crew neck pull over for a band so old they’d stopped touring and their original merch was highly coveted, some of which being the sweatshirts you both wore as you look at each other.

“I’m sorry that he might’ve disrupted your walk.”

“It’s no trouble,” he assures, watching the way you ruffled the kid’s hair in a way that was reminiscent of how Gojo would ruffle his hair. “I’m just glad you found us quickly.”

“Me too.” And now it’s awkward, he knows he should excuse himself but he doesn’t know how. You’re pretty with a wonderful smile, good taste in music, and the kindest eyes he’s seen in a while. Not since he met Yuuji. 

“What show of theirs did you catch?” He asks, gesturing between the two matching sweaters and watching as you look down at it. 

“Uh, they were playing in Shibuya.” You say the name of the city softly, and he feels the knife in his chest at the mention. Clearly Shibuya had a negative effect on you, too, he just wondered if the reasoning was similar. “You?”

“Yokohama.” His answer rolls off the tongue easily, even though he can’t help but think about how that group was one of the few things he and Gojo had in common. The blue eyed menace was so excited to show him the two tickets, gloating about how hard he’d worked to ensure those tickets made it to his email and the way Gojo practically abused his cursed technique to make them a path to the front - something that embarrassed Megumi at fifteen but at twenty two he appreciated it much more, and he wished he could’ve verbally given his appreciation even though he knew that Gojo always knew. It was his annoying talent, something he’d taken for granted. 

“Are you okay?” you ask, your hand still on your nephew’s head but this time Megumi thinks it’s more to keep the boy in place than out of affection. 

“Yeah, totally fine.”

“Sure.” You’re smiling despite clearly not believing him, and he feels his cheeks warm up at the thought of someone seeing right through him so easily. “Anyway, we’ll let you get back to your morning. Sorry again, but hopefully we’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, I hope so too.”

You’re leaving now, letting the excited kid pull you back to the playground while telling you about how he needed to show you something cool he found in the sand box. He did hope he saw you again, he realized that he hadn’t introduced himself or gotten your name. 

The next time he sees you, it’s at the grocery store just a few days later. You’re carefully examining some avocados while your nephew waits patiently in the shopping cart while holding a box of crackers. It’s the young boy who sees him first, excitedly waving while calling out to him as “park man”, which brings your attention from the avocados to Megumi as he waves awkwardly. You were dressed for the warmer weather, in a sundress as bright as your smile when you lock eyes with him. 

“When I said hopefully we’ll see you around, I didn’t think it’d be in two days.”

“I didn’t know going to the grocery store was off limits,” he responds, tone dry as always but it doesn’t faze you in the slightest. “I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Megumi.”

You introduce yourself and your nephew, who is excited to tell him that he’s about to turn six and Megumi nods with a smile that he really only gave to children so they wouldn’t think he was mean. But then the kid asks if Megumi wants to go his birthday party, something that has you telling him that it’s okay if he’s busy, but he has nothing better to do on a Saturday afternoon but stare at a television that isn’t even turned on, so he says that he’d love to be there and relished in how excited the boy is at the information. Why this kid liked him so much after two interactions, he’d never know, but it did feel nice to make other people happy.  

“It’s going to be at the trampoline park, because what else is more entertaining than watching kids jump and fall?” He has to laugh at that, something that makes you smile as you pull your phone out. He gives you his contact information so you can text him the details of the party. “You don’t have to bring a gift or anything like that, it’s such short notice and he’s not really a gift getting kid.”

“No?”

“More of a quality time kind of guy,” you elaborate, smiling at your nephew as he plays with two bananas to make them talk to each other. “He might get that from me.”

“You’re a quality time kind of girl,” he comments, something that wasn’t supposed to be said out loud and the way you look up at him tells him that he definitely said that out loud. “I-I didn’t mean that in a weird way. Just-”

“You’re cute, Megumi.” You’re smiling again, amusement sparkling in those eyes he was quickly coming to adore. “Next Saturday, be there or be square.”

“What happened to ‘you don’t have to come’?”

“As you pointed out, I’m a quality time kind of girl. So if you’re not there, I’ll be upset.”

He can only scoff, cheeks pink as he brings the hand not holding his shopping basket to the back of his neck. It wasn’t fair that you’d figured out how to tease him so easily and here he was just mesmerized by your smile. 

It’s in the summer that Megumi realizes that he’s caught severe feelings. 

Your nephew truly liked him a lot, and you’d asked him if he was okay with spending a bit more time around them. He needed a positive male influence in his life, and Megumi was put together enough that he felt safe to spend that time with your nephew. 

He was often at your house for dinner, helping the kid with homework while you cooked. Saturday morning walks at the park turned into bird watching with colorful binoculars that were too small for his face but matched perfectly with your nephew. Board games and trying out different sports he knew how to play to appease your hope that the kid found some weekday hobby that wasn’t just playing in his room. In this additional time with you, he’d learned more about you. 

You worked in finance for a tech company, some unplanned departures occurring in your department as you came in, leaving you in charge of the department since you already had experience due to your internship you had in the company in university. 

Finance, something that made him think of Nanami even as he continues to ask you questions that you happily answer about your work despite laughing that it made for a boring conversation topic. It’s not hard for him to pick up on the fact that you hated your job - potentially just because you hated the responsibility of being in management - something that makes him wonder if you’d ever let him take care of you completely so you wouldn’t have to work. He liked you that much, which was insane considering he’d only known you for a few months. 

He gets to take you out on a real date when your nephew is away for a sleepover. 

“Where’s my buddy?” Megumi asks, noticing that there wasn’t the usual excited charge of footsteps barrelling towards him as he tried to take his shoes off. He hadn’t been told about a change in the schedule, but it also wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten to be alone with you so it wasn’t weird by any means. 

“Sleepover. His first one,” you answer from the kitchen, and he follows your voice to where you’re cutting up fruit. “It’s a little weird, I’ve never spent a night away from him since I adopted him.”

“I can imagine,” he comments, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen with his arms crossed. “Do you maybe want to go out tonight? Get a drink or something that’s less than child friendly?”

He watches as you consider it, your hand that was once diligently slicing strawberries halted as you look down at the cutting board.

“Go out?”

“Yeah- I mean, if you want to stay in that’s fine,” he tries to recover, hoping he hadn’t offended you by suggesting you go do something people your age did when they didn’t have children for the night. “I just was thinking that-”

“No, it’s a good idea!” You sound excited, setting the knife down to turn to face him properly. You look at what he’s wearing before looking down at your own clothes, he assumes to check and make sure you’re not underdressed, and you seem okay with your attire. “What time should we head out?”

“Whenever you’re ready, there’s no rush since it’s just us two and no babysitter who needs to get home.” He doesn’t want to point out that most bars are going to be open until well after midnight, because he knows that dedicating your life to raising a child while single produces a lot of missed opportunities to do things that a lot of people your age did. Plus you never had a chance to really get into going out like that, not that he really did either. “Relax, you aren’t going to be graded on how you act in a bar.”

“Okay, but like how should I dress? Is this okay or like…better sweater?”

“I think you look great.” His cheeks are warm, he’s sure they’re at least pink if not bright red as he looks away from your smile, embarrassed that he’d said something so forward. What if you weren’t into him like that? He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. In the back of his mind, he thinks of Nobara and how she always had an outfit for any occasion - and if she didn’t, she was demanding a trip into the city so she could buy it.Appearances were close to everything to her, and you were a lot like her in that way.  

But that’s something he doesn’t have to worry about after your evening together. He’d taken you home, not realizing that he’d been holding your hand the entire way until you gave it a gentle squeeze at your door. The invitation to come in and hang out for a while is accepted embarrassingly quickly, but he feels comfortable sitting across from you on the couch as you tell him about how you’d come into being the guardian of your nephew. To hear that your family had died in Shibuya when your nephew was a baby was not something he was ready to hear, a guilt washing over him that he was unable to save anyone in that situation. You’d lost everything because of his lack of strength - he supposed you had so much more in common than he’d initially realized.

“No remains to pay respects to, they just…never came home.” He’s impressed that you keep your emotions in check as you talk about the loss. His hand comes to hold yours that rests on the back of the couch, thumb stroking the back of your hand as you try to smile for him. “Sorry, kinda killed the mood a bit.”

“No, not at all,” he tries to assure, scooting closer to you on the couch as you shake your head. “I appreciate that you shared that with me, truly.”

“You just feel safe, Megumi. I really like you a lot, if that’s not weird to say.” Your confession has his stomach turning, heart pounding as he’s relieved to hear that from you. “I’m glad you wanted to spend time with me tonight.”

“Of course I did, I really like you too.” He’s mumbling, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. It’s your turn to scoot closer, needing to move your legs to the side so you could get as close as you could. “It’d be nice to take you out more, if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Yeah, of course.” You’re leaning in closer, and he takes the opportunity to meet you halfway in a kiss. Your hands hold his cheeks, and he basks in how soft you are. Your hands, your lips, your heart, just everything - a softness he’d been lacking over the past few years. You remind him of Yuuji with how welcoming you were, how relaxed and non-judgemental you were, plus you always managed to smile like his friend did. 

“I’d wanted to do that since you jumped into the foam cubes with me at the trampoline park,” you whisper, and he feels the warmth radiating off of your cheeks as he keeps you close to him. 

“You’ve got me however you want me,” he assures, holding your chin in place so he could kiss you again. 

Megumi realizes that he’s in love with you in the fall.

The quickly approaching anniversary of the Shibuya Incident has you both on edge, something he tries to push down for your nephew’s sake since he was excited for Halloween. He takes the boy shopping for a costume, where the question if they could have matching costumes comes up. He, personally, had no interest in even being around on Halloween - more interested in sitting in Gojo’s apartment cleaning or crying, whatever came up first. 

But he sees how excited the kid is and has to say yes. 

They settle on being pirates, a decision that had you smiling when you saw the shopping bags and heard the excited chattering about how he and Megumi were going to be pirates together for Halloween. Your nephew would be the pirate captain, Megumi his loyal first mate, with room for you on the crew if you wanted to join them. For obvious reasons you also weren’t big on Halloween but put on a brave face for your nephew, and agreed to join their crew with a promise to get your costume soon. 

And Megumi tags along when you do go shopping, taking advantage of another sleepover to spend an afternoon and evening together without risk of a nightmare or other need sending the child into your bed to wedge himself between you and Megumi for a more comforting night of rest. You also didn’t have to cook dinner, Megumi treating you to an easy meal at a sushi restaurant you’d mentioned wanting to try before letting you lead him around the shops to find the perfect pieces to your costume that could also be reused as everyday clothes. 

“You think it’ll be cute?” you ask, holding up the red blouse to your body. “Not like, as a pirate, but in the office? Maybe the gray pantsuit I have?”

“Maybe the black one more than the gray, you also have those pinstripe pants you like.”

“You mean the ones that you like?” your teasing has him red, looking away from your smug expression and down at the shopping bags he was holding for you. 

“Yeah, they’re uh- they’re cute on you.”

He thinks you get too much satisfaction in his embarrassment, but happily pays for your blouse because you would look cute in it and he liked investing in your cuteness and his pleasure in seeing you be cute in your professional wear. Did you hate it? Absolutely, but did it stop him? Absolutely not

And when you’re done, he takes you back to his apartment since it was closer than yours. You hadn’t really been in his space before, only once for a few minutes when you needed to grab your nephew’s jacket that had been left in Megumi’s car (another relic of Gojo’s that barely saw use). This would be different, you’d be staying the night, seeing more parts of him that you hadn’t yet seen. 

To be expected, you explore the space when he asks that you make yourself at home. Your jacket, a zip up he’d left behind that you’d absorbed into your closet, is hung up on the coat rack and you do a slow lap around your living room as he gets the water he’d offered. Questions are sent his way about art on the walls, his video game collection, the books on the bookcase, and he answers them all without needing to look at what you’re asking about. The art he’d gotten from an old mentor (an item from Nanami’s home that Shoko thought he would like), he did really like playing video games - mostly online ones with Yuuji, and the books didn’t get as much time off the bookcase as they should (something that gets a laugh from you as you turn away from the bookcase. 

But then you get to the shelves, commenting on the little figures that sat there and how cool it was that you had so many things from other countries, and he braces himself for when you finally focus on the picture that sat there. The figures were all souvenirs from Gojo’s travels, most of them given to him when he was still a child but something his benefactor carried into his teenage years since it’d become a tradition. It wasn’t until Gojo died that Megumi had learned that all of his figures had a match that lived in Gojo’s den. Now when Megumi got to travel he got a trinket for himself and another to add to Gojo’s collection, as was tradition. 

“Hey, Megumi, who’s this?” you ask, pointing at the lone picture on the shelf as he hands you a glass of water. “Your dad?”

And for the first time, he looks at that picture he took from Gojo’s apartment and doesn’t feel his stomach drop. It was a picture of him with Gojo celebrating his acceptance into Jujutsu High (as if someone of Zen’in descent would ever be denied with or without Gojo’s interference), a rare picture of himself as a teen with Gojo where he’s smiling by choice and not just to appease whoever was behind the camera. One of few photos of only him and Gojo, and a photo that Megumi cherished. 

“Yeah, kinda,” he starts, drinking from his own glass while pointing to the white haired menace printed on paper. “He took my sister and I in when we were kids. Basically my dad, since I never really knew my real father.”

“You have a sister?”

“She passed away when we were teenagers, around when I started high school.” That was the easiest explanation, bringing in the information around the curse and other things you wouldn’t really understand was just easier. “He, uh, he did too a couple years later. Trying to save me.”

You don’t say anything, only wrap your arm around him so you can rub his back as he tries to maintain his composure. He knows he doesn’t have to, you’d proven time and time again that you were a safe space for him to not be so guarded, but Gojo was such a sensitive topic for him. They all were, but Gojo raised him - Gojo made him who he was today - he was beyond special in Megumi’s heart and his memory deserved to be protected. 

“Come sit,” you prompt, pulling him from the wall and he lets you guide him to the couch. The blanket that sat on the back of the couch is grabbed as soon as you have hands free to do so, pulling it over his body as he crashes into you. He’s more than just comfortable enough to release the emotional buildup into your chest while you pet his head, running your fingers through his hair as you encourage him to let it out. The last time he cried like this was when he’d learned that Gojo had died, punching into the ground until Shoko and Yuuji had to drag him off of the cement and clean him up. And here he was now, sobbing into your chest like a child but not feeling ashamed about it in the slightest. 

“You’re so strong, Megumi,” you whisper, kissing his head and letting your lips linger as he sniffles. “But you don’t have to be all the time. Thank you for trusting me to take care of you.”

“H-his name was Satoru,” Megumi forces out, something that has you holding him just a bit tighter as you rest your cheek against his head. “Satoru Gojo. And I owe him everything.”

It’s about twenty minutes before he’s truly calmed down, but he’s grateful that you’re so safe for him to just let it all go. He makes no move to leave your loving embrace, securely held in your arms and ready to doze off against your chest. It probably wasn’t very comfortable for you, his bed was a better spot to snuggle up and sleep, but you didn’t ask for him to relocate with you. You kept him there, kept him close, and the sound of your heartbeat lulls him to sleep with your fingers gently scratching his scalp and your other hand rubbing his back. He tiredly considers that you’d likely been crammed into much more uncomfortable positions while caring for your nephew, but will do his best to remember to offer you some kind of massage or something in the future. 

In the morning he takes you into Gojo’s apartment. Still untouched, only a light layer of dust had collected that he’d be cleaning up later. Not once do you ask why the apartment was still vacant, or why Megumi kept everything in there - he’s sure you’d already come to a reason for that on your own and it was likely the correct one. Instead you ask him about Gojo; about the choices in decor, if they had any routines or traditions they participated in, favorite shows and how he cooked. Anything that came to mind, and Megumi answered each question without hesitation. Even some questions about Tsumiki and how she was as a sister; if you asked, he would answer while you walked around the living areas while avoiding the bedrooms as he’d requested. 

“Hey Megumi?” you comment after about an hour, looking up from a picture of Gojo and Shoko as teens to see him dusting around the coffee table. “Thank you for bringing me here, and trusting me with your love for Satoru and Tsumiki.”

On reflex he wants to deny that he loved Gojo, something he’d done a lot before his death, but instead he only nods before glancing down at the table. The succulent that was there would need to be replaced, probably the seventh Megumi has bought to keep the space exactly as it once was. And he realizes in that moment just why he’d brought you here - he loved you so much that he wanted you to know about his family. 

“Well, I figured it was time since we’d been together for a while. Family comes up, and you’d already mentioned yours.” The response has you nodding, putting the picture frame back and making sure that it looked exactly as it had before. “I love you, y’know?”

“Yeah, I figured,” you say softly, crossing the room to stand in front of him. “You’re kinda obvious, even though you try not to be.”

“It didn’t click until this morning, to be fair,” he defends, something that has you shaking your head for with a smile. 

“I love you too, dork.” You’re leaning up to kiss him, something chaste given the environment. “We’ll have to swap out some of the plants here. I think I can save a couple, though.”

“If you could try, I’d appreciate it. A couple of the palms are from when he was still alive and I’ve barely kept them alive.”

“Then I’ll do everything I can.” Your assurance earns another kiss from Megumi, his thanks whispered against your lips before you check your watch. “Gotta go pick up the kid, though. I know you’re going to dust a bit more, so the dinner invite is there if you want it. But, I’ll see you later, Megs,” you assure as you slide into your shoes, following that with the fact that you were going to get your keys from his apartment before heading out to get your nephew. 

Instead of picking up the duster, he follows behind you while assuring you that he could clean while you were at work and the kid was at school on Monday - the time with you two over the weekend was more important than cleaning to appease his ghosts. 

Two years later Megumi finds himself married. On the day you’d met him in the park, something small with his remaining friends who lived (Yuuji being the most excited to spin you around in your wedding dress) and the few people you’d kept in your circle. Yuuji also takes your nephew for the ten days you were away for your honeymoon in Malaysia, ten days that feel odd without the young boy asking questions about the various things he saw along the beach or on the little events you both went to. But you did spend more time than probably necessary looking through various gift shops holding up shirts and other trinkets to commemorate the trip and make sure there were plenty of good things for your nephew to get as gifts. They’d have to go back with him, teach him about what they’d learned from the locals and see the sights and different wildlife that weren’t in Japan. A fun family vacation, one of many he’d like to take you both on. 

He moves into a modest home with his little family, bigger than both of your apartments had been but nothing excessive. Enough space should you both choose to expand your family, but the only recent addition is a set of kittens that spend their days ruining the curtains and trying to sleep in his shoes. Satoru and Suguru were little chaos agents, but were the perfect additions to the family and that fact was consistently cemented when he saw them sleeping on either side of your nephew’s head every night.

Gojo’s palms live in your new home, a few of the pictures from his apartment living on the walls and the mantle. He’d finally felt ready to let go of the space that Gojo would never return to, taking a few afternoons with you, Yuuji, and Shoko to go through it all and make sure they got pieces of Gojo that they had also wanted. Yuuji, of course, takes the expensive lounge chair and a few pictures, but Shoko was very selective about the few photos she wanted and the lighters Gojo was consistently stealing from her and hoarding. Those pieces of Gojo that meant the most to Megumi lived in your home, everything else in a storage unit for Megumi to dig through when he thinks of something you’d like to see or your nephew would like to see. When he travels for work, he still buys two trinkets but the second goes to your nephew while he keeps the first - a new version of the tradition and repetition of the cycle. 

The festival season brings about his usual anxiety of people being around in large crowds to celebrate, too reminiscent of how they were led into the subway station like lambs to slaughter and butchered by curses. The flames of Sukuna’s technique flash through his mind, tension settling in his shoulders even as you grip his hand tighter while moving through the crowds. “We can go home, Megumi. I forgot today was-”

“No, we’re already out and he’s having fun. Go do what you need to do, we’ll be around.” The assurance is met with a concerned frown and he does his best to smile for you before kissing your forehead. He can understand why you don’t buy it, at this point he’d given you all of the details surrounding the Shibuya incident and after, but he needs you to relax and trust him - even if he is having a hard time relaxing. “Really, it’ll be fine. You’ll do your shopping, we’ll go get food, then we’ll get home to the cats. Easy plan.”

“Alright. I’ll be back in like twenty minutes,” you start, looking between your nephew and Megumi with a smile. “Be good, you two.”

“Best behavior.” They both salute to you, and Megumi feels warm at the way you laugh before walking away in your pretty sundress. The sun at your back made it look as if you were glowing, which to him you were. His light at the end of the tunnel, his wife that he never expected to have three years ago. But the sun at your back means the sun will be in his face, and the face of the nephew who broke his sunglasses this morning. 

“Here, put these on,” he says, squatting to be at eye level with the boy - his nephew - and places the round sunglasses he wore onto the little face in front of him. “Better?”

A nod, and Megumi gives a nod of his own before picking the boy up as he stands, lifting him to sit on his shoulders so he was less likely to lose the kid while you were trying to shop for a birthday present in private. The boy was almost getting too big for Megumi to hold on his shoulders like that as often as he did, but he’d do it as long as he could - just like Gojo always did. 

And he knows that this is what Gojo always wanted for him. A life outside of jujutsu sorcery to escape to when the woes of fighting curses became too strong, a family to take care of him just as he took care of them. Gojo always wanted him to feel loved and be comfortable showing love in return, and Megumi had found that in you and the kid sitting on his shoulders pointing out different vendors on the street. 

“You good, Megs?” you ask once you’re back with them, your hand sliding into his as his other hand reaches for the couple bags you’d gotten while you were gone.

“Perfect,” he assures, bending his knees a bit so you could meet him for a kiss. “I’m going to need some new sunglasses, though.” 

“I saw that and doubled back, there are some in the bag for you.” Once again you amaze him by how well you watch him even when he thinks you’re not. That must’ve been why you took so long to get back. “Thought you might want to try a different style, though.”

“Yeah, good idea.”

[heartstringsduet]

Michelle! Let's go back in time to when your brilliance first arrived on the scene. What is the fic you are proudest of that you posted in 2023?

Cig <33

aww love this ask. Thank you.

Ohhh there are many that I like going through these (look at me being proud 😂). I hadn't yet started my long long fics and I miss writing 10k themed ones ngl. Need to do that soon.

I think it's a tie between three (one lizard story, one the first of a kinky series) but then I want to talk about:

Take my hand, take my whole life, too

A story you inspired and one I really like because I wrote about Tarlos in their 80s, reflecting on life together, on the hands that held theirs for all those years. It was really sweet to think about other LS characters too and so exciting to think of instances they could find hold in each others' sure grip.

TK forgoes eating for another moment of grasping Carlos’ hand. It stills a bit under his touch, like he’d hoped it would. He knows every scar on Carlos’ fingers, each little aging spot that has been added over time, each wrinkle and blue line popping up like water lines over the earthy tone of the back of his hand. He tracks time by the way their hands change and by the ways they don’t. They still wear their wedding rings, but Carlos’ has a thin line where it had to be cut open when his fingers swelled because of an allergic reaction to one of Owen’s overpriced algae lotions and TK’s had to be replaced after it slipped away into a lake as he saved a trashing woman from drowning. Holding Carlos’ hand now feels different, because both of them have time written on their skin. Time or age hasn’t changed how it makes TK feel inside though. He’s old enough to know with certainty that Carlos’ touch is and forever will be the softest stroke to the walls of his heart. 

[thetrexartist]

OLD POST

The twelth doctor!! In my little au of sorts- Now, despite the rainbow on the spines, they are way more duller and less seen. I just needed to visualize it/where the spots are.

Eyebrows is definitely the biggest thus far! (At least at the moment). If I may say his design fought me tooth and fucking nail but I love it so much. The spines are more firm and leathery on the back, the tips more stiff. But the tail spines are hard and only a bit pokey. When in any type of display, they clink together. It sounds a bit like the amethyst sound from minecraft, but only a little bit.

On that note, a little more of the au!

Timelords call this form "their reflection" in normal talk they can say reflection or their reflection, but when talking about theirs, they say it from the chest.

Another thing I'd love to talk about are parents. Everything is mostly canon. I just wanted to mention how timelords can be exactly like humans in this regard to parenting. But once they hit 8 straight to the academy. Although some will spare their children from going.

It doesn't matter the age timelords will wrap their tails around their children's sides in a certain...figure eight?

Bit of insight^

The position is supposed to provide support from both parents (or more than one parent). They use their tails to hold children kinda like rocking a basset? But when their old enough for the tails to be more formed its purely piggyback rides. The cloaks/clothing has more support for the baby's and their gripping. Higher collars also blocked out the babies view. Timelords liked keeping baby's on their back/tails so their front is open for everyday use, and they needed to attack.

Time lords necks are....one of the sensitive areas. That's another reason for a high collar.

Now timelords are monogamous per say- they could have one "partner" for a show of power or class. But as a whole, all timelords are connected in one way or another. Partners are closer and truly feel each other, atom by atom. Now I need to say this- they do not have genitals in their reflection forms. Nothing is shown. And in their more humanoid forms, they do its just a bit different - they both parts are all I'll say.

Most (all) children are loomed, and now my take on looms are lower class folk do loom their children on looms akin to what we have on earth. While more high class loom on more higher tech. They loom in their reflection form (hence them having no parts), but in their humanoid form, they can procreat. But it's highly frowned upon... example is the doctors 13 children. That's still cannon. (Patience and the doctor love making children - and raising them the way they did. Unfortunately, when the high council found out, their children were executed. Susan was the only one to survive because of the doctor swooping in. Later on, the preasure was high enough that the doctor ran, that among other things).

That's it for now. I love working on this au lol.

[rozieramati]

2/28/24

i haven't sat down to really reflect in a while. by a while i mean a week. by a week i mean, it's not that i haven't been reflecting at all, it's just that i haven't written down much to show for it. i'm at the coffee shop. skies are blue and clouds are white. the banana bread isn't too great today. it's a hit or miss here. i like the rings the coffee leaves behind on the inside of my cup. with each sip it ages like a tree. like that giving tree book. each sip giving me sustenance while the rings lay flat on it's porcelain insides. the coffee winds down my gummy pipes and rests in my chronically irritated bowel. i think about insides too much. someone's judging me. i can feel it.

i don't know if i'm cut out for this music stuff. maybe that's a lie. i don't know if i'm cut out for the life i'm currently living. that's more like it. the life i'm currently living has nothing to do with the music stuff, if i'm being honest. i'm just alone all the time. i live around people but not with people. in my room i talk to the people i have meetings with, then they end, and i'm silent. which i don't mind. i love not having to speak. i just wish i had someone there that didn't mind the silence alongside me.

there's a girl around my age sitting right across from me. long dirty blonde hair with a part straight down the middle. we both have our airpods in. we're both alone. maybe that makes us together. she could be a member of the brady bunch family. i used to be so obsessed with that show as a kid. i don't remember much of it, except for how it made me feel. it made me feel like my family did things wrong, and their family did things right. that my family worries were different than theirs, and in a way of coping, i could watch their family worries and mine would cease to exist.

i keep having the same nightmare. i don't think i'll ever be able to accept it as anything more than a nightmare. my biggest fear is it being a deep rooted memory. why would i keep dreaming it if it never happened? one day i'll make an album about it. i tried once but i had to stop. when i'm older, and safer, i'll try again.

i'm in a weakend state. maybe it's the sun-saturn-mercury cazimi. i think i'm realizing the current state i'm living in, the one i've been living in for my entire life, has become too much for me to bear. i realized this on a random wednesday in a nearby coffee shop. and so it goes.

my ribs are rattling for change. i've been patient, and stubborn. i won't leave my circumstances until an opportunity to escape them is insurmountably better. i'd rather live in a familiar place and suffer mentally than the opposite. strange i know. i think i just assume all other leaps of faith will end in ruin, so i only take those leaps in situations i know can't hurt me. i'm a shell of a human being. i'm a fawn with buckled knees until it serves me purpose not to be. the only purpose in my life is music, so i only take chances when it comes to that. even in love. especially in love. i'm a romantic to the people that care, and aromantic to the people that are too afraid to care. i don't blame them for being afraid though. i am too.

[daystar-by-jacqui-natla]

13. UNRAVEL

THE ARRIVAL OF MARCH FELT LIKE THE turning of a page. The brittle cold of winter was slowly surrendering to the promises of warmth, and with it came an unsettling mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Days grew longer, and the thawing earth hinted at new life, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that something was shifting beneath the surface of my world, like a snake uncoiling. The air held a promise of renewal, as if the world was taking a deep breath in preparation for the bloom of spring. Buds began to appear on branches, and the ground was softening, releasing the earthy scent of damp soil. Each day felt charged with potential, but also laced with anxiety, as if I was standing on the precipice of something unknown and potentially dangerous.

In this season of transition, my thoughts drifted often to change-not just in the environment around me, but in my very existence. I was acutely aware of how the new season mirrored my own transformation into a vampire, highlighting the stark contrast between my past and my present. While the world outside awakened from its long slumber, I found myself caught in a state of perpetual vigilance, attuned to every sound, every flicker of movement in the shadows, as if the very fabric of reality was shifting around me.

My mornings were now spent in the library's archives, poring over dusty texts and obscure references. I had become almost obsessive about my research on hybrids-creatures straddling two worlds, neither belonging fully to one nor the other. With each passing day, the library transformed from a mere collection of books into a sanctuary, a sacred space where I could lose myself in the exploration of knowledge and the deep, intricate narratives woven into the folklore of my ancestors. The scent of aged paper and leather-bound covers filled my senses as I flipped through the yellowed pages, unearthing stories that seemed to pulse with life, as if they were calling out to me.

I found myself devouring tales of hybrids-beings caught between two opposing forces, much like myself. They were not just mythical creatures but reflections of the very essence of duality, and I felt an unshakeable connection to their struggles. As I read about them, I imagined their pain and longing, their attempts to find a place where they could belong. In this world of endless stories, I discovered legends of those who embodied both light and darkness, who danced along the razor's edge of existence, and I realized that my own journey mirrored theirs in ways I had only begun to comprehend.

The more I uncovered, the more folklores and stories I found. Tales of creatures born from two opposing forces: light and dark, human and beast, life and death. In every culture, there were legends about them-hybrids, changelings, half-breeds. The themes of these tales often revolved around the fear and misunderstanding of hybrids, a stark reminder of how society clung to the need for categorization and control. It was fascinating yet heartbreaking to see how these beings, with their unique abilities and perspectives, were often shunned or hunted down, simply for being different. Each story seemed to resonate with my own experiences, echoing the challenges I faced as I navigated my new identity as a vampire.

Stories from the Balkans, the Americas, Europe, Asia, and Africa-from every corner of the world. Each story had its own variations, but they all shared the same underlying theme: the hybrids were always feared. Misunderstood. They were the outsiders, the anomalies in a world desperate for order. Some were born of violent unions, the result of forbidden passions that society sought to suppress; others emerged from seemingly ordinary circumstances, only to find themselves cast into a realm of darkness due to their very nature. In their narratives, I found not just kinship but a deeper understanding of the complexities of existence, the way love and hatred could intertwine in the most unexpected ways.

It was as if their stories were woven into the very fabric of my being, whispering to me in the quiet hours of the night when I found myself staring into the void, grappling with my own identity. I felt like I was not only an observer of their struggles but a participant in a grand narrative that transcended time and space. I was part of something larger, a lineage of those who had faced adversity and fought for their place in the world, even when that world sought to reject them.

As a vampire, I, too, existed in the in-between. Neither dead nor alive, neither fully human nor wholly monster. The constant tension of my existence pressed upon me like a weight I could not fully bear. My hunger, a primal urge that simmered beneath the surface, reminded me daily of the duality I lived. I was drawn to the thrill of life-the pulse of blood, the warmth of human connection-yet I was haunted by the insatiable thirst that threatened to consume me. Every moment felt like a battle against the instinct to surrender to my darker nature while yearning for the remnants of the life I had left behind.

Perhaps that was why the hybrids fascinated me. Perhaps I saw in them a reflection of my own struggle. I immersed myself in their stories, finding solace in their experiences, as if through their trials, I could unearth answers to my own questions. Each tale added another layer to my understanding of who I was, why I felt so lost in this new existence, and how I might navigate the complexities of being a creature of the night while still holding onto the essence of my humanity.

But there was something else-something deeper-pulling me toward this research. My mother and Melissa. The questions about my lineage and her secretive past consumed me. And that prompted me to go back to Evelyn's box. The more I delved into the stories of others, the more I realized how little I knew about my own family's history. There were gaps and shadows that hung over my understanding like a fog, obscuring the truth. My mother, once a vibrant figure in Gavin's life, had become a ghost, her legacy tangled in mystery. And Melissa, the woman whose connection to me was still so uncertain, lingered in my thoughts like an unclosed chapter. I needed to uncover the threads that tied us all together.

I walked all the way to the library, up the stairs and through the hallway, and arrived there. After finding the box, I moved the photos and small journals, trying to find something that I could find anything that would be useful to find out about them. Evelyn. Melissa. Or even Joham and his hybrids. Each item I touched felt charged with history, memories that were both familiar and foreign. I meticulously sifted through the contents, hoping to find clues that would unlock the secrets of my past. Each photograph held a story, each journal a voice, but they felt fragmented, like pieces of a puzzle that had been scattered across time.

Then, my sharp golden gaze spotted something in the box. It was a clear VHS tape case, but it felt much heavier than it should. My fingers traced the smooth plastic surface as I turned it over, revealing not just one tape, but seven small cassette tapes crammed inside. The sight of them made my breath catch. I had expected more journals, photos, letters-but this?

What had Evelyn been recording, and why had she jammed so many tapes into a single box?

My mind raced with possibilities. Could these tapes contain the answers I'd been searching for? What secrets could they hold about my mother, about Melissa, or even Joham? I remembered that Simon had an old cassette player in the library-a relic from another time, used for listening to his audiobooks. A flicker of excitement ignited in me. Perhaps these tapes held something vital-something that could finally explain the tangled web of secrets surrounding my family.

With the box clutched tightly in my hands, I hurried to the desk. I yanked open the drawer and spotted the Sony Walkman nestled inside, its orange retro on-ear headphones coiled beside it like a snake ready to strike. My fingers fumbled with the cassette tapes, each one marked with a number in black ink. They were worn, as if handled many times, the labels faded but still legible.

I opened the VHS tape box first, revealing a single video tape with the words "THE LAST TAPE" scrawled across it in dried, white Sharpie. A shiver ran down my spine at the ominous title. What had my mother been documenting? And why was this tape marked as the last?

But before I could dwell on that question, I turned my attention back to the cassette tapes. Seven tapes, numbered in sequence, with titles that were too faded to make out. What stories did they hold? What truths had Evelyn recorded, perhaps for me to find one day?

I slid the first cassette into the Walkman, my fingers trembling as I pressed play. Static crackled through the headphones, followed by the faint sound of my mother's voice-familiar, yet distant, like a ghost reaching out from the past.

And then, she began to speak.

"17th November, 1984," Evelyn's voice began, her tone low and soft, as though she were speaking directly to herself rather than the intended listener. "I suppose I should have started these recordings earlier, but everything felt... too immediate. Too raw. Now, I realize if I don't capture it, if I don't leave something behind, all of this will be lost. Melissa would want someone to know her story. The truth."

There was a long pause, and I could almost picture her sitting in a dimly lit room, her face a mixture of anguish and determination, holding the tape recorder tightly.

"Melissa... Where do I even start? We were so close back then, back at Imperial. She and Gavin were my world in those days. My best friend. My future husband. I never thought our lives would become so twisted, so burdened by secrets that neither of us ever wanted to keep. We were young and invincible, or at least we thought we were. How naïve. If I had known then what I know now... Maybe I could have saved her. Maybe I could have saved all of them."

A slight tremor crept into her voice, and I could hear the weight of years of regret in every word she spoke.

"I need to talk about the night at Imperial College... the massacre. That's where it all started, though we didn't know it then. Melissa was already pregnant, though she hadn't told anyone. Not even me, not yet. She thought it was something normal... but there was nothing normal about what was happening to her. She was carrying something... different. A hybrid."

I froze, feeling the full significance of Evelyn's words sink into my bones. A hybrid. Melissa was carrying a hybrid. It was true.

The sound of Evelyn shifting on the recording cut through my thoughts, her voice a little quieter now, as if she was afraid of being overheard.

"I think Melissa suspected something wasn't right long before she told anyone. She had always been so strong, but the pregnancy-it drained her, changed her in ways none of us understood. Gavin was frantic, trying to take care of her, but he was too close to see it. I was the one who saw the signs. The unnatural strength. The sharpness of her senses. Her blood started to change, too. It became... something else entirely. And I knew, I just knew that what she was carrying wasn't human. Not fully."

My breath caught. My mother had known. She'd seen it all unfold, watched her friend's life unravel. I could hear the strain in her voice, the deep love she must have had for Melissa, and the sorrow that clung to every word.

"She never wanted to involve Joham, but it was inevitable. He was... always in the background, wasn't he? Manipulating things, watching us. We didn't know who or what he was back then, but now... I understand. He was drawn to her, to what she carried. That's why he was always around, lingering like a shadow, always just out of sight but always there. We thought he was interested in the research. We were wrong."

Evelyn's voice faltered for a moment. There was a sigh, a deep intake of breath, and then she continued.

"It's still hard to think about what happened at the Imperial College that night. So many deaths. So much blood. But it wasn't Melissa's fault. She was trying to protect the baby. She wasn't herself anymore. Gavin couldn't even recognize his own sister. What Joham did... it was... I can't even put it into words. And Gavin... I think he's known that ever since. He's tried to forget. We both have."

The cassette clicked, signaling the end of the tape, and I sat there, stunned by what I'd heard.

Melissa-Gavin's sister, my aunt-had been carrying a hybrid, just like the ones I'd been reading about. Evelyn had witnessed it all. And Joham, the name that surprised all vampires even the Volturi, had been there too, lurking in the shadows of my family's past.

With trembling hands, I reached for the second cassette. Whatever truth lay ahead, I knew I had to hear it.

I slipped the second cassette into the Walkman and pressed play, my hands still shaking from the weight of the revelations in the first tape. More static at first, then Evelyn's voice came through again, softer this time, but clearer, as though she had gathered her thoughts since the last recording.

"19th November, 1984," she began, her tone steadier now. "I thought long and hard before making this second recording. There are things that... I don't know if I can bear to say out loud, but for Melissa's sake, for Gavin's sake, I have to. The world needs to understand the full story, not just pieces of it."

Evelyn paused, and I could hear the faint sound of papers rustling, as if she were sorting through her memories, trying to piece them together.

"Melissa's pregnancy accelerated faster than anything we'd ever seen," Evelyn continued. "By the time we knew what was happening, it was too late to stop it. Her body changed in ways none of us could understand. Her strength was incredible-frightening, even. I remember watching her one day, her face was like a skeleton, her skin had become so pale and thinner, bones were sticking out and the bump was bruised too, her eyes... they were different, so... Almost close to death."

My chest tightened as Evelyn described the changes in Melissa. I could almost see it in my mind-the gradual unraveling of her friend, becoming more hybrid than human.

"Melissa confided in me one night, a few weeks before the massacre," Evelyn went on, her voice dropping to a whisper. "She was scared. She wasn't just afraid for herself, but for the child growing inside her. It wasn't just a baby-it was something more. She could feel it, even then. She told me she could hear its heartbeat, strong and wild, even when no one else could. She said the baby spoke to her in dreams, calling to her, telling her things that terrified her. And Joham-he was there, always lurking, waiting for something. I knew then that Melissa had been marked by him."

The mention of Joham sent a chill through me. His name had surfaced before, in whispered rumors among vampires, but I had never realized how close he had been to my own family.

"She wanted to run," Evelyn admitted. "She wanted to escape before anyone else got hurt. But it was too late. Joham had already set his plans in motion. I think he'd known from the start what Melissa was carrying, and he wasn't going to let her go. Not with the hybrid child. He saw her as part of his experiment. A way to create more of... them. Half-vampire, half-human. An impossible being."

Evelyn's voice grew heavier, weighted by the burden of the secrets she was unveiling. I could hear the sorrow creeping in, the guilt that clung to her words.

"We didn't realize just how dangerous Joham was until that night. The night of the massacre at Imperial College. He brought others-vampires, hybrids, people who would do anything for him. Melissa had gone into labor, far earlier than she should have, and it triggered something-chaos. I was there, with Gavin, trying to help her. But... we couldn't stop what happened next."

I leaned forward, feeling my pulse race even though I had none. I could feel the horror building in Evelyn's voice, the panic and helplessness.

"The halls were filled with screams, the scent of blood thick in the air. Melissa was out of control, not herself. I'll never forget the look in her eyes as she gave birth. Oh... The birth, if I could even call it that. It was nothing like any normal birth. Of course I didn't expect it to be a easy or smooth like most births but this... There was blood everywhere."

Evelyn's voice broke then, her words almost a sob. "I saw Gavin fall, struck down by one of Joham's hybrids, and I thought he was dead. I ran... I ran like a coward. I left them all behind. The death, the destruction. The child... I never saw the child. By the time I gathered the courage to go back, everything was gone. The bodies, the blood-everything. It was like it had never happened."

I couldn't cry and this was the one time I wish I could. The image of my mother fleeing from the chaos, leaving her friends and family behind, was more than I could bear. But I understood, deep down, why she had run. The horror of that night was unimaginable.

"I don't know what happened to Melissa after that," Evelyn whispered, her voice filled with regret. "I don't know if she survived, if the child survived. I would be surprised if she did survive that. Gavin never talked about it again. We built a life together after that night, but we both knew we were haunted by what we left behind. And now... now it's all coming back."

The tape clicked again, signaling the end of the recording. I sat there, my hands trembling, my mind racing. Melissa's story, the massacre at Imperial College, Joham's twisted obsession with hybrids-it was all connected. All tied to my family, to the answers I had been searching for.

The revelations from the tapes played on a loop in my mind. My mother, Evelyn, had witnessed horrors beyond what I could have ever imagined-secrets that intertwined not only with my past but with the very core of my existence. Melissa, the sister Gavin had never mentioned, had carried a hybrid child, just like Renesmee. The massacre at Imperial College, orchestrated by Joham, had been a violent display of the unnatural forces at work.

The weight of it all bore down on me as I considered the parallels. Melissa's hybrid child was lost to the world, swallowed by tragedy and bloodshed. Yet here I was, living in a world where another hybrid, Renesmee, had been born under vastly different circumstances. Bella's daughter had defied the expectations of both the human and vampire worlds, finding acceptance, love, and a place in her family. But what if things had gone differently for her? What if Renesmee had been born into a darker, more violent world, like Melissa's child?

The comparison sent a chill through me. Renesmee, though born of vampire and human blood, had grown up surrounded by care, protected by the Cullens, who loved her unconditionally. Her existence, though controversial, had not led to the same fear and destruction that Melissa's pregnancy had. What was it that made the difference? Was it simply the timing? The people involved? Or was it something inherent in the hybrid nature, something that could either draw life toward the light or pull it into the shadows?

As I sat there, contemplating the tangled threads of fate that linked me to this long-buried past, I couldn't help but feel a deepening sense of responsibility. The world of hybrids was not as black-and-white as I once thought. Melissa's story, though tragic, wasn't just a cautionary tale-it was a glimpse into a reality that could have been mine. It was a reminder of how close I was to the edge, how easily my own existence could tip into something darker, more dangerous.

I thought of Joham and his twisted obsession with creating hybrids. His involvement in my family's history sent a jolt of dread through me. What had become of Melissa's child? Was Joham still out there, creating more hybrids like him? And if so, what did that mean for the future — for Renesmee, for others like her? For me?

A thousand questions buzzed in my mind, but one thing was clear: I needed to know more. Melissa's story was only the beginning. Evelyn's tapes, though painful to listen to, were a key to unlocking the truth that had been buried for too long. I couldn't stop now. There was more to discover, more to understand.

I reached for the third cassette, knowing that whatever lay ahead would only bring more revelations. I slid it into the Walkman and pressed play, steeling myself for what was to come.

Evelyn's voice crackled through the headphones once more, softer now, as if she were speaking from a place of deeper reflection.

"21st November, 1984," she began, her tone heavy with emotion. "I can't stop thinking about that night. I can't stop wondering what became of Melissa's child-what became of her. If she's still out there somewhere, if that child... Joham was obsessed. He believed that hybrids were the key to something greater, something beyond our understanding. But I've come to believe that he was wrong. Hybrids aren't just tools or experiments. They're living beings, capable of love, fear, and everything in between."

I closed my eyes, letting Evelyn's words wash over me. She had been searching for the same answers I was now, trying to make sense of a world that didn't fit into neat categories of human or vampire, good or evil.

"There's something else," Evelyn continued, her voice trembling slightly. "Something I didn't tell anyone-not even Gavin. Before the massacre, before everything fell apart, I saw something... a vision. It was like a flash, just for a moment, but it's haunted me ever since. I saw a child-a girl, with eyes like fire, standing at the edge of the world, and behind her, there was darkness. It felt like a warning, like the future was teetering on the brink of something catastrophic. I think that child was Melissa's. And I think Joham saw it too."

My breath caught in my throat. A vision of a hybrid child at the edge of the world? Darkness following her? What did it mean? Was it a prophecy, or just the manifestation of Evelyn's fears?

"I don't know what the future holds," Evelyn whispered, her voice barely audible now. "But I know this: hybrids aren't the monsters Joham believes them to be. They're not his tools. They're not the harbingers of doom. They're something else-something more."

The tape clicked off, leaving me in silence once again. But this time, the silence was filled with possibilities.

I thought of Renesmee, of Bella, of the world that had embraced their family despite its fears. Perhaps Evelyn was right. Perhaps hybrids weren't destined for darkness. Perhaps, like Renesmee, they had the potential to bridge the gap between worlds, to bring something new into existence-something beautiful, something worth fighting for.

But to truly understand, I needed to keep digging. I needed to finish the tapes, and then... I needed to confront Joham.

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Danny fiddled with his tie as he waited in the hotel room they were staying at. Vlad had invited his parents to a gala and he had no choice but to tag along. His parents didn’t trust him, thinking him a delinquent since the past year his grades had tanked thanks to the ghosts that plagued his town. His sister was busy this summer touring different colleges and his friends had plans to visit their own soulmates so they were out of town. He was definitely not looking forward to the gala, he kind of figured he could hang around the dessert table and people watch. He at least his soulmate was having a better time than him, he was excited about whatever he was doing.

Danny had mixed feelings about finding his soulmate, both his friends found theirs and they seemed really happy, but since Danny didn’t even know how exactly halfas aged he felt nervous about pursuing a relationship. Vlad was already an adult when he had his accident so there wasn’t much for Danny to go on. The thought scared him a little and as he found himself staring into his reflection he sighed deeply. “Might as well get the night over with, right?” He mumbled to himself before sticking his room key into his pocket and headed out the door. 

The elevator ride was a little boring but the grand hall the gala was taking place in was rather grand. Everything from the tables to the chairs, the chandeliers, and even the plates. He glanced around the room to find his parents were already mingling with some of the elite of Gotham. He knew how embarrassing they were so he walked the long way around the room to the buffet and filled a small plate to munch on as he moved to a corner of the room. He ate in silence taking in the air of the room, no one bothered him. Vlad might have but he had mentioned a few things before they headed down that he was looking into new investors into a new venture.

Whatever that meant, probably wasn’t good for Danny but he had other things to worry about as just as he put a grape into his mouth it happened. His parents had mentioned what happened when you meet your soulmate as they were and the same thing happened to them. You’ll know as soon they walk into the same room as the feelings you feel from them grow ten fold. Then as soon as your eyes meet you feel a spark. Danny’s soulmate just walked into the room and the excitement grew. His soulmate was very excited to meet him and Danny felt himself begin to panic a little. 

The next thing his soulmate was feeling was confusion probably due to his anxiety. His thoughts began to race a little as he glanced around the room, most of the people attending the gala were older and he assumed he wouldn’t be meeting them at an event like this. Danny could feel his hands grow a little clammy as he scanned the room. He didn’t see anyone that could have been his soulmate but the feelings of slight confusion and excitement were almost overwhelming him. 

After he discarded his plate he moved towards the bathroom. Unfortunately his feet choose then to fail him, tripping himself he found himself falling to the ground when someone catches him. He glances up at their green eyes and it happens. The person in front of him was his soulmate and Danny was feeling overwhelmed with that fact, to put into words Danny thought they were gorgeous. Neat black hair, stunning emerald green eyes, his soulmate was perfect and Danny felt a little guilty for not wanting to at least meet.

Now if only he could find the right words to say, “I think I fell for you.” The word’s tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them. 

Without hesitation his soulmate responded, “I will always be there to catch you my light.”

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Danny didn’t want to go to the gala but since all of his friends were busy with their own soulmates there wasn’t much he could argue. Vlad invited his family and him to a gala out in Gotham and his parents jumped at the opportunity to show their madness with some of the elite. Danny couldn’t wait to get home, yes he knew he had a soulmate but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to pursue them or not.

They could feel each other’s emotions and his soulmate was an angry person. Danny’s whole life his soulmate acted mad and strangely prideful. But those didn’t compare to his fear, they seemed to have gotten themselves in trouble in the past and maybe even had a few close encounters with death. They also seemed to bottle feelings up from what he could tell his soulmate might not have had the best childhood but Danny couldn’t really say much on that.

Damian knew his soulmate was kind of soft. They seemed to get annoyed at his family typical for a teen. Of all the things he noted about him his dislike of Christmas was a little odd but not everyone has to like the holidays he supposed. His mother Talia imparted on him that he should protect his soulmate with his life when he finds him so he was very determined to find them. Of course galas we’re the best place to look so he desperately asked every time his father hosted one.

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How to Design a Fun and Functional Kids Room Expert Tips

Designing a kids room is more than just choosing a bed and some toys. It’s about creating an environment that encourages creativity, learning, and play. A well-designed kids room interior not only reflects your child’s personality but also adapts to their evolving needs as they grow. Whether you have a little artist or an aspiring scientist, the right decor can inspire them daily. Imagine vibrant colors dancing on the walls and cozy corners for snuggling up with books. Picture interactive spaces where imagination runs wild. This isn’t just about aesthetics; it’s about functionality too! From effective storage solutions to safety features, every element plays a role in crafting the perfect sanctuary for your child. Let’s dive into expert tips on how to create a fun and functional kids room that will thrill both you and your little ones!

The Importance of a Well-Designed Kids Room

A well-designed kids room serves as a foundation for growth and development. It’s more than just a place to sleep; it’s where imagination flourishes. When children have a space tailored to their interests, they feel valued and inspired. Functionality is equally crucial. A thoughtful layout promotes independence, allowing kids to easily access toys or study materials while creating zones that encourage both play and rest. Moreover, an attractive environment can influence mood and behavior. kids room interior design, Bright colors and engaging decor stimulate creativity, fostering a love for learning from an early age. Not forgetting the social aspect, this space becomes a hub for friends—where laughter echoes during playdates or homework sessions. A well-crafted kids room nurtures not just individual growth but also relationships with peers.

Understanding Your Child’s Needs and Interests

Designing a kids room starts with understanding your child. Each child is unique, and their space should reflect that individuality. Talk to them about their favorite activities. Do they love art? Consider an area dedicated to creativity with supplies easily accessible. If they’re into sports, think of incorporating elements like wall decals or storage for equipment. Age plays a crucial role too. A toddler’s needs differ vastly from those of a teenager. Ensure the design evolves as they grow. Observe what excites them most when playing or learning. top 5 kids room interior design, This insight can guide choices in decor and functionality, making the space truly theirs. Also, don’t forget their personality traits—are they introverted or extroverted? Their comfort level will impact how you arrange spaces for social interaction versus quiet time.

Choosing the Right Color Scheme and Theme

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Creating Zones for Play Study and Sleep

Creating distinct zones within a kids room is vital for fostering an environment that promotes both fun and learning. Start by clearly defining areas for play, study, and sleep. This separation helps children understand when it’s time to focus or unwind. For the play zone, consider colorful rugs or soft mats that invite creativity. best kids room interior design kolkata, Use open shelving to display toys while keeping them easily accessible yet organized. The study area should be equipped with a sturdy desk and comfortable chair. Good lighting is essential here—think bright lamps or natural light from windows—to inspire concentration. Design the sleeping zone as a cozy retreat with calming colors and plush bedding. Consider using curtains or decorative screens to create privacy when needed. By thoughtfully arranging these zones, you’ll cultivate an engaging space where your child can thrive in all aspects of their daily life.

Storage Solutions to Keep the Room Organized

Keeping a kids room organized can feel like an uphill battle. However, smart storage solutions make it easier. Consider multifunctional furniture. Beds with built-in drawers or benches that double as toy boxes are fantastic options. They provide ample space while maintaining a clean look. Wall-mounted shelves are another great idea. These not only maximize floor space but also display books and toys creatively. kids room interior design for boys, Encourage your child to use bins for sorting smaller items by category—like art supplies or building blocks. Don’t forget about under-bed storage! Rolling containers fit perfectly beneath beds, capturing forgotten treasures out of sight yet easily accessible when needed. Labeling is key too. Clear labels help children know where everything belongs, making cleanup more enjoyable and less stressful. Incorporating these elements will transform clutter into a well-organized sanctuary that promotes creativity and playfulness in their environment.

Incorporating Fun and Creative Elements

Incorporating fun and creative elements in a kids room can spark imagination and joy. Think about playful wall decals that come alive with vibrant colors. These add personality without overwhelming the space. Consider interactive features like chalkboard paint on one wall. This gives your child a canvas to express themselves while keeping creativity flowing. Don’t forget about whimsical furniture! A bed shaped like a car or a desk resembling an art easel makes daily routines more enjoyable. Use unique decor items, such as themed cushions or quirky lamps, to enhance the atmosphere. best kids room design, They not only serve practical purposes but also contribute character to the room. Create an art corner stocked with supplies where kids can unleash their artistic side. This encourages exploration and self-expression in their very own haven.

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When designing a kids room, safety should be your top priority. Start by selecting non-toxic paints and materials. Children are curious and often prone to accidents, so keeping harmful substances out of reach is crucial. Secure heavy furniture like bookshelves or dressers to the wall to prevent tipping. Soft corner guards can help protect little ones from sharp edges on tables and desks. Consider the flooring too. Use rugs with non-slip backing to reduce slipping risks. Opt for soft surfaces where they play, kids room false ceiling, as this minimizes injury during falls. Always choose age-appropriate toys that don’t have small parts which could pose choking hazards. Regularly inspect these items for wear and tear. Ensure there’s ample natural light in the room but also install blackout curtains for naptime without compromising safety around windows or blinds.

Budget-Friendly Ideas for Designing a Kids Room

Designing a kids room on a budget doesn’t mean sacrificing style or functionality. Start by exploring thrift stores and online marketplaces for second-hand furniture. A fresh coat of paint can transform outdated pieces into something special. DIY projects are also great for saving money while adding personal touches. Consider creating custom wall art or repurposing old crates as storage solutions. These small changes can make a big impact without breaking the bank. Look for affordable wallpaper designs that add character to the space .kids room wallpaper design, Removable wallpapers are easy to apply and change, making them perfect for growing children who may want different themes over time. Incorporating multi-functional furniture helps maximize space efficiency too. For example, beds with built-in drawers provide extra storage while keeping toys out of sight. Simple updates like these create an inviting environment that reflects your child’s personality and interests without overspending.

Tips for Keeping the Room Functional as Your Child Grows

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The Importance of a Well-Designed Kids Room

A well-designed kids room serves as a foundation for growth and development. It’s a space where children can explore their creativity and feel safe at the same time. The right environment fosters imagination, allowing kids to engage in play that nurtures their cognitive skills. Comfort is another crucial factor. A thoughtfully arranged room promotes better sleep, kids room decor near me, which is vital for active minds and bodies. An inviting bedroom encourages routine, making bedtime an easier transition. Moreover, organization plays a key role in reducing stress for both parents and kids. Design elements that incorporate storage solutions keep clutter at bay while teaching children responsibility over their belongings. Personalization adds magic to the space. When children see their interests reflected in decor or themes, they develop a sense of ownership over their sanctuary—making it truly theirs.

Considerations Before Designing a Kids Room

Designing a kids room requires thoughtful planning. Start by understanding your child’s personality and interests. This helps create a space that feels uniquely theirs. Consider the age of your child, as it influences functionality. A toddler’s needs differ greatly from those of a pre-teen or teenager. Flexibility is key; choose adaptable furniture that grows with them. Safety is paramount in any kids room decor items, Ensure furniture has rounded edges, and avoid small items that could pose choking hazards for younger children. Think about light sources too. Natural sunlight can uplift the mood while soft lighting creates coziness at night. Involve your child in the decision-making process where possible. Their input not only fosters creativity but also builds excitement for their new space.

Choosing the Right Theme for Your Child’s Room

Picking a theme for your child’s room can be an exciting adventure. It sets the tone and reflects their personality. Start by chatting with your child about their interests. Are they into superheroes, animals, or outer space? Colors play a huge role in theme selection too. Bright hues often evoke energy and creativity while softer tones create calmness. Balance is key. Consider incorporating elements that grow with them. A classic storybook motif can transition easily as tastes change over time. kids room wall decor, Wall art, bedding, and accessories are great ways to express the chosen theme without committing fully to paint or wallpaper designs. Remember that flexibility is important; themes can evolve as children do! Don’t forget practical aspects like lighting and furniture style that align with the overall design vision you have in mind for their space.

Tips for Maximizing Space and Storage in a Kids Room

Maximizing space in a kids room can be a fun challenge. Start by thinking vertical; wall-mounted shelves are perfect for displaying books and toys without taking up floor space. Consider multi-functional furniture, such as beds with drawers underneath or benches that open for storage. kids room wallpaper design in kolkata, This strategy keeps belongings organized while minimizing clutter. Use labelled bins and baskets to teach your child about the organization from an early age. Colourful containers make tidying up more appealing. Don’t forget the corners! Corner shelves can utilize overlooked spaces, turning them into handy storage spots. Rotating toys seasonally not only saves space but also keeps playtime fresh and exciting. A few thoughtful changes can transform any room into a functional haven for creativity and play.

Incorporating Fun and Interactive Elements in the Room Design

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Creating a Safe and Comfortable Sleeping Area for Kids

Creating a safe sleeping area is vital for your child’s well-being. Start with the right bed frame—opt for one that’s sturdy and low to the ground, making it easy for little ones to get in and out. Bedding should be breathable and soft, ensuring comfort throughout the night. Consider using hypoallergenic materials to protect sensitive skin. Nightlights can provide reassurance during dark hours without being too harsh on their eyes. kids room decor in kolkata, Choose warm light options that create a calming atmosphere. Secure furniture items like bookshelves or dressers to prevent tipping accidents. This small step makes a big difference in maintaining safety Involve your child in choosing their bedding or décor elements—they’ll feel more connected to their space when they have a say!

Projects to Personalize the Room and Save Money

Personalizing a kids room doesn’t have to break the bank. Simple DIY projects can add character and charm while saving money. Consider painting an accent wall in your child’s favorite color or creating a mural that sparks their imagination. A little creativity goes a long way! Repurposing old furniture is another excellent option. Sanding down a desk or dresser and giving it a fresh coat of paint can make it feel brand new. Involving your child in the process makes it even more special. Let them help design custom artwork or craft photo collages that reflect their interests. Using removable wallpaper for temporary designs is also popular, especially with trendy kids room decor items, options available today. With these fun projects, you’ll create a space that’s uniquely theirs without overspending on decor items.

Maintenance and Organization Tips for a Functional Kids Room

A well-organized kids room can make a world of difference in daily routines. Start by establishing designated zones for play, study, and rest. This keeps everything purposeful and easy to find. Incorporate storage solutions like bins or baskets that encourage children to tidy up after activities. Labeling these containers can help them understand where things belong, fostering independence. Make use of vertical space with shelves or wall-mounted organizers. kids room wall decor, It not only maximizes floor area but also showcases toys or books as decorative elements. Regularly declutter the space together with your child. Set aside time monthly to sort through forgotten toys and clothes. Teach them the value of donating items they no longer use; it builds empathy while keeping their environment fresh. Create a simple cleaning checklist that they can follow each week. Routine maintenance instills responsibility and ensures their sanctuary remains functional and enjoyable.

Why a Well-Designed Kids Room is Important

A well-designed kids room serves as more than just a sleeping area; it’s a sanctuary for exploration and creativity. Children thrive in spaces that reflect their personalities and interests, encouraging them to express themselves freely. Functional layouts promote independence. When everything is within reach, kids learn responsibility while navigating their own environments. This fosters confidence and self-sufficiency. Moreover, an organized space contributes to mental clarity. kids room wallpaper design in kolkata, A clutter-free room helps reduce distractions, allowing children to focus on play or study without feeling overwhelmed. A thoughtfully designed room can also adapt to changing needs over time. As your child grows, so do their hobbies and preferences—flexible furniture arrangements make this transition seamless. The right design promotes emotional well-being. Surrounding children with colors, textures, and themes they love creates a comforting atmosphere where they feel secure and inspired every day.

Understanding Your Child’s Needs and Interests

Every child is unique, and their room should reflect their personality. Understanding your child’s needs and interests is the first step in creating a space where they feel comfortable and happy. Start by observing what captivates them. Are they drawn to dinosaurs, fairies, children’s room wallpaper designs near me, or perhaps outer space? These themes can guide your design choices. It’s also essential to involve them in the process. Ask for their input on colors or decorations; this makes them feel valued and invested in their own space. Consider functionality as well—does your child prefer quiet reading corners or areas for active play? Tailoring the design to suit both interests helps create a harmonious environment that fosters creativity and relaxation. Listening to your child’s preferences will make all the difference when crafting a personalized sanctuary just for them.

Utilizing Color and Themes

Color plays a crucial role in shaping your child’s room. It influences mood and sparks creativity. Choose hues that resonate with your child’s personality or interests. Think about themes that ignite their imagination. Whether it’s outer space, underwater adventures, kids room bed design in kolkata, or favorite animals, these motifs can make the room feel special. You might find delightful kids room wallpaper design in Kolkata featuring vibrant patterns to enhance this concept. Incorporate accent colors through accessories like cushions and rugs. This approach allows for easy updates as interests evolve over time without redecorating entirely. Consider the psychology behind colors too; soft pastels can create a calming environment while vibrant shades energize playtime spaces. Layering different tones can also add depth and character. Remember to balance playful elements with areas of calm for restfulness amidst all the fun!

Creative Storage Solutions

Creative storage solutions are essential in any kids’ room. Kids have a lot of stuff—toys, books, art supplies—and keeping it organized can be a challenge. Consider utilizing vertical space with shelves that stretch towards the ceiling. This not only saves floor space but also allows children to showcase their favorite items up high. Use colorful bins or baskets on these shelves for easy access and fun organization. Another clever idea is multi-functional furniture. best kids room ideas, Look for beds with built-in drawers underneath or ottomans that open up for hidden storage. These pieces blend seamlessly into the design while offering much-needed space-saving options. Wall-mounted pegboards can also serve as both decorative elements and practical storage hubs. They hold everything from artwork to craft supplies, encouraging creativity while keeping clutter at bay. With a little imagination, you can transform everyday items into functional decor that makes tidying up feel less like a chore.

Designing for Growth and Adaptability

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[warriorcatsamino]

As a young cat, my love had been rambunctious, for lack of a better word. I wish I’d met him back when he was like that, but now all I’ve got are stories, mere whispers of his youth. I miss the cat I’ve never met, sometimes. By the time he brought me back to his Clan, we were already both the same: holding tight to our secrets, giving them only to each other.

Even so, there is no shortage of stories, especially now.

“When he was Mistpaw’s age, Cedarstep talked about this big structure, made of a solid material that reflected his eyes like water from a pond. There were herbs and plants inside, but he never told anyone how to get there; I can never know where he went. My son keeps his secret to the stars.”

I watch his mother step gradually down from the High Rock, aided by his brothers and sisters, her voice and body both trembling. His daughter Mistpaw shuts her hollow eyes, never looking at anyone or anything.

It’s hard to hear anyone speaking, so I focus on his mother’s last words. I know that place, of course I know that place.

His siblings rise and fall from the High Rock, giving him their final goodbyes and sending after him their best stories, all from the time before I knew him. Even Mistpaw goes, telling of how Cedarstep begged Sparrowstar to let him, the deputy, mentor her, to no avail. “Something about bias, I guess,” she finishes abruptly, and the Clan lowers their heads in humorless laughter.

“Flicker,” I hear his mother call to me tenderly, unwilling to respond. “Would you like to go last?” I glance up and back down. “I don’t know about that. I’m sorry.”

“Mom,” Mistpaw nudges me. “You should go.”

The camp is breathless as I mount the High Rock and sit down, staring down at the body of my love, covered in herbs and flowers, too, as I had asked. After I tear my eyes away, I am careful to never break my eyes from looking at Cedarstep’s mother.

“When Cedarstep brought me here, it had been a long time since I’d known family. I had only just begun to trust him, but he was gentle with me. When he asked me to abandon life as a rogue, to come and learn his ways and live with his Clan, I couldn’t refuse. I have yet to ever regret that decision, even at my worst times. Even at this time.

“I met Cedarstep at that place, that large structure with the water-like walls. I had known of it before and returned to see the flowers once more. On that day, Cedarstep discovered that place, and we discovered one another.”

My words echo, and while I’m still taking in breath and crafting what next to say, his mother steps forward. “Will you take me?” She demands. I blink. “To the…”

“To that place you speak of. I need to go and see.” The crowd murmurs assent. Only his daughter Mistpaw glances around knowingly, her eyes narrowed. “How far is this place? If my mom knew of it as a rogue, it could be very far.”

“Why, my son went as well! It can’t be that far, can it, Flicker?” Her voice remains strong and determined, even as I try to nod along with Mistpaw’s ill-fated aid. “It is still a long time. I don’t know if it would be good for you to make such a journey,” I tell her, placating, but she shakes her head. “Anything for my son.”

Mistpaw’s eyes, hopping from one subject to the next like honeybees, finally land on me. She affirms with her gaze: There’s no other choice.

And so the next day I take Cedarstep’s mother, and his brother, and his sister, and Mistpaw, all to the greenhouse. I haven’t told them what it is or what it’s called, and I don’t have the bandwidth to feel remorse about it.

Mine, mine, mine, my heart says. In my mind, it echoes, this was supposed to be our secret. Why did I tell them about it? Why couldn’t I have kept it? It was ours, and now it’s theirs.

They think it’s theirs, at least.

“Here,” I announce as we arrive. “Just over the ridge.” I had been hanging my head, lagging behind so much the rest of my party were practically leading themselves, turning only at my command. What I hear first is the stunned gasp of Cedarstep’s mother. “Beautiful, yes?” I say to the ground below, meaning it fully but unable to force any enthusiasm.

“Oh, look!” I hear Cedarstep’s sister, her voice drooping in disappointment. “What a shame,” her brother replies. Mistpaw stops where she stands.

I lift my eyes and see them— the ruins.

Cedarstep’s mother turns her gaze away, and her children rush to comfort her: “it’s okay, Mama,” and “he knows you came to visit,” and “we did our best.” Mistpaw goes to them, ushering them back to camp. When I see it, the greenhouse knocked to pieces, small shards of the reflecting walls strewn through the grass, I nearly smile. When I see it emptied of plants, surrounded by twolegs clearing it out and shouting to each other, I barely manage to keep a solemn silence.

It simply feels as though Cedarstep was here, keeping our secret. The greenhouse in its glory is ours to keep, locked in memory. “Thank you, my love,” I murmur to him, squinting against the glint of the sun on the shining surfaces. “I’m sorry I made you do all this to keep the secret from them.” I drop down, sitting, watching the greenhouse disappear before my eyes. I have hardly made myself comfortable on the grass when I hear Cedarstep’s mother call, “are you coming back with us, Flicker?”

They’d already walked back into the forest, far from me. Mistpaw was still sticking close to me, though she continued to wave them on back home. “No, I’ll go with Mistpaw.”

My daughter comes to sit with me, leaning against my side. “Dad’s here,” she tells me, the perfect words, and I close my eyes in peace, even amongst the shouts and the loud bangs from the twoleg’s work. That was Cedarstep, always the calmness in the chaos. “Yes,” I reply to her, breathing deeply.

“If Dad is with us, then…” I open my eyes and glance down at Mistpaw, who’s deadly serious. “If we left, for good I mean, he’d go with us then, too.”

I heave a sigh, returning my eyes to the greenhouse. “Knowing your father, he just might. But then if he goes with us, the rest of his family will be left to live without him.”

“So we have to stay- for them?”

“We shouldn’t stretch your father too thin. If we left, he’d want to come back and visit his family from time to time, but he wouldn’t like to leave us either, even if only for a little bit. We have to stay for him.”

“Huh,” Mistpaw huffs out, but I can tell she’s conceding. “What’s so wrong with them anyways?” I ask her, somehow knowing the answer as I do.

“They don’t know him like us. They wouldn’t have wanted to come here if they did.”

“One would think his mother knew him best.”

“Not at all. Dad wouldn’t have wanted to tell her anything, it would be thirty moons of small talk. And why should he have told her about himself? She can’t keep a secret.”

I hum. Cedarstep told me once that if somebody guessed one of his secrets by chance, I ought to lead them off track in order to keep it. But this had been before Mistpaw, our beautiful daughter. There was hardly a need to keep secrets anymore, now that this greenhouse, the oldest one, was gone.

“Yes. I guess you’re right about that.”

this writing piece by siv definitely tugged at my heartstrings. i could feel the heartache that flicker felt at her mate's passing, how important the greenhouse where they first met was to her, and how possessive she feels over letting anyone else from the clan see it. i was hooked from the first paragraph, and i really adore the bond between flicker and mistpaw!

you should go check out the original post and show the author some appreciation!

-frostedskies 🌙

[the-way-astray]

starting to think the way you ship sokeefe is similar to the way i ship jurdan. let me explain in this far-too-long ramble.

don't know if you've read the cruel prince but for the sake of this explanation i'll pretend you have. (there's no spoilers in case you haven't. well except for. jude and cardan get together. but that's fairly obvious. it is kind of the selling point.)

like their relationship is kind of toxic! but that's kind of part of the charm? the dynamic is very much leaned into and acknowledged as toxic? but also they genuinely care about each other? and it's so cute? but also it's kinda fucked up how they started.

don't know how else to describe it like they're perfect for each other but in such a messed up way.

i ship them not in a “oh they're so sweet!!! so healthy!!! so perfect!!! this is exactly what i want in a relationship!!!” way but in a "wow they have. something there. for sure. and it's so interesting how much they care for each other not despite but because of each other's flaws as well as respecting each other for their good qualities too" kind of way.

but i think the difference is perception is all chalked up to the way they're written and the way the authors want you to perceive them.

jude and cardan are both incredibly morally gray and toxic as fuck and holly (author) very much understands that and wants the reader to understand that too. jude and cardan are not good people. you should not want to be like them or have a relationship as fucked up as theirs. that's kind of the point. they are so fucked up and that's why they're so interesting. because you can root for them and the way they embrace each other's flaws and good qualities despite knowing exactly what that means. it's almost like they see their own monster reflected in the other, and that's why they're so into each other. it makes their relationship feel more multifaceted and fleshed out, and overall i do love that series (haven't read it in a hot minute though, so if some of this is slightly inaccurate, sorry about that, lol).

but shannon clearly wants you to perceive sophie and keefe as a fluffy, cute, little teenage romance. that's the problem i have with the way they're written. i love me a good toxic, fucked up relationship with flawed people, but those flaws have to be portrayed as such, or else the entire thing just falls flat (for me). if an author includes all these flaws, but doesn't explore what that means for the relationship, and instead tries to pretend it's all fine and dandy, that's where they lose me. honestly, if sophie and keefe had been fucked up and full of flaws that shannon acknowledged and built their relationship around, i could've really enjoyed them (not saying that's really an option, considering the target age range, but hypothetically speaking). in other words, if shannon had leaned into the flawed dynamic, i think they could've been so good, not from a relationship perspective, but from a character study/writing perspective.

all this rambling is to say, i think this may be the way? you perceive sophie and keefe's dynamic? or at least the way you perceive keefe's flaws? as more of a character study into what trauma can do to a person rather than a more three-dimensional look at how it affects his interpersonal relationships or the story in general? that might be a bit wrong but i don't really know how to explain it better than that, lmfao. and honestly, that's a really interesting way of looking at keefe. it's why i said i don't hate fanon keefe, because there's so many ways to explore and interpret him that make him way more fascinating to me than whatever it is shannon did with him. but in canon, keefe's more negative traits are completely brushed over and not at all delved into, which is honestly such a shame. he could've been so interesting. it's (mostly) why i despise him in canon, or at least the way he's written.

i haven't read any of your fanfics or anything, so i don't know how precisely you see keefe as a character or as a love interest for sophie. i could be completely off the mark, but based on what you've said, i think this is it???

One of my favorite things about unlocked is seeing how broken keefe and Fitz’s relationship has become. Because yes, in the healing center scene, fitz is just trying to help and keefe is being extremely difficult, and while most of that can be chalked up to the fact that he just went through, like, insane trauma and is less okay than he’s ever been in the series (which is saying something), his narration explicitly cares more about Sophie’s feelings than Fitz’s.

Add this onto the list of things that make keefe interesting to me I suppose

[cyberscribeassistant]

Giving Kids the Mirrors and Windows They Deserve

As both a parent and children's book author, I'm always on the lookout for stories that reflect the diverse world we live in. While progress has been made, there are still too many groups and perspectives underrepresented in kids' books.

We need more mirrors and windows. Mirrors that allow children to see themselves, and windows into the lives of others.

That's why I was thrilled to learn about an initiative highlighting overlooked niches in children's literature. They identified underserved topics that deserve more attention, from stories celebrating neurodiversity to tales exploring non-Western mythologies.

This resonated so strongly with me. Because all kids should be able to find stories they relate to. And all kids need books to teach them about people whose lives seem different from their own. But are not so different after all.

As the mom of a child with ADHD, I get discouraged browsing bookstore shelves dominated by neurotypical characters. I desperately want my son to see positive reflections of himself in stories. And for neurotypical kids to gain an understanding of what being ADHD means.

We also need more everyday portrayals of modern families. Families with same-sex parents. Single parent households. Grandparents as guardians. Friends as chosen family. These nurturing relationships are real for many children today. Let's showcase that diversity.

Equally important are stories that embrace identities too long marginalized. Gender nonconforming kids who shatter norms. Children of color sharing tales steeped in rich cultural traditions. Immigrants and refugees navigating life in new lands. Native voices reclaiming narrative power.

The goal isn't just greater representation. It's genuine, empowering representation. Where marginalized kids are the heroes of their own stories. And communities too often stereotyped are depicted in all their beautiful complexity.

Expanding representation means introducing children to people and places outside their bubbles too. Weaving in diverse cultures, languages, mythologies and histories broadens every child's worldview.

Kids naturally have big questions about life's complexities. Let's give them stories that explore poverty, inequality, incarceration, environmental issues in age-appropriate ways. That teach critical thinking skills for challenging the status quo. The future they'll inherit demands no less.

Of course, the magic of children's literature is its ability to make big ideas tangible and relatable. The best stories speak to universal joys and struggles, even when settings differ. They show how below surface differences, we are all so very human.

The transformation comes when kids realize that truth not only through windows into lives unlike theirs, but mirrors reflecting their own faces staring back. What once seemed foreign now feels familiar.

That is the promise of inclusive children's stories at their best. Not just creating diverse books. But through them, creating bonds of empathy, respect and understanding. Kids see themselves as heroes, and also see the heroes in each other. Our task is to give them those mirrors and windows. The future they'll create together depends on it.

There are still many missing mirrors and windows in children's literature. But when passionate advocates and creators come together, I'm hopeful positive change is on the horizon. Our kids deserve nothing less.

After all, stories have power. The power to reflect each child's reality back to them. The power to nurture openness to new people and ideas. The power to shape young minds and hearts.

Let's keep fighting to fill the gaps, so every child has access to that power.

[eluxcastar]

Who is it that looks back at you in the mirror?

── ୨୧：la signora, pantalone x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: you used to see yourself stare back at you when you looked in the mirror, but through a haze of fuzzy memories and the 'help' of the fair lady, something about your reflection looks...off.

୨୧﹑genre :: idk it's food eat it

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, implied yandere, mentions of drugging, possibly ooc, proofreading? we don't use that word in this house, bad writing and really ramble-ish tbh 😭

୨୧﹑words :: 1063

atp I'll do anything just to post so you know I'm not dead and so I can say I actually posted this year. I was going to write about Signora on her own, then about Pantalone on his own and then I remembered commedia dell'arte has them married or something and I was like "this" maybe I'll write something fluffy next time so I don't sit there for ages wondering wtf to words, I finished both posts tho so maybe they'll come next (Pantalone's came before nvm 💀)

the last people you expect to share a mutual interest are the fair lady Signora and the banker Pantalone, yet you are constantly fussed over, constantly spoiled, constantly dressed up, constantly treasured. you expect them to be rivals for your affection if they want to share you, and yet this agreement of theirs is mutually beneficial to the point they're perfectly content with sharing. the funding for Signora’s efforts in dressing you up are provided by Pantalone, allowing her the financial freedom to do anything and everything she wants to you, just so long as she turns around to flaunt the results to the banker like you're some kind of prize on auction.

it is not uncommon for Signora to fix your hair, somehow manage to find garments that compliment you even without you there, keep you at least looking happy like you're enjoying this kind of abstract torture. she gets unusually fussy when you don't eat well enough, probably the risk of you looking awkward in some outfits she picked out or maybe just you attempting to starve yourself to escape. she insists you look at it yourself to see, and in those clothes you could swear she just dressed you in, someone else stares back at you. 

every morning you're served a pill by the banker and get told to take it, regardless of the fact it makes you drowsy and weak in the knees. that's probably what make them give it to you, a concoction of drugs that keeps you just unaware enough it's hard to tell where you are or what you're doing, though you can walk and recognise things, you're kept feeling detached from yourself and just when the feeling wears off by the next morning, you're thrown back in. it feels as if a different person stares back at you in the mirror each time, someone lost and often confused, who smiles when they're told even when you thought you were resisting that. 

that person can't be you, can it?

it’s not a drastic difference, drearier than you remember. they look like you, you can tell that much. It’s just not you somehow. you used to think it was, but slowly it becomes less and less familiar. your body stops doing the things you want it to do and instead complies to the wants of those two. they want you and you go, Pantalone wants to treat you like an accessory and perch you in his lap then you sit, La Signora wants you to sit still and bear the discomfort of what she picks out and you do that. it's not a question, you just oblige.

you've never liked the way the hands of the banker touch you—like some possession that he owns—neither has Signora, you notice how she glares just a little when he has his hands all over you like a shiny ring of the finest Noctilucous Jade money can buy. still, neither of them have killed each other yet. you wonder how exactly, but maybe it's just the fact he's abusing your compliance to let him touch you. she certainly doesn't seem to mind as long as she gets to touch you too, still sitting in his lap and still the centrepiece meant for their enjoyment. 

something to be poked and prodded at and squeezed. didn't you join the Fatui to fight? when exactly was it that you lost your way and fell into the arms of these two?

at first you didn't mind, finding it to be harmless gestures, a touch that lasts too long or a stare you notice out of the corner of your eye. more than affection you'd call it merely an ‘interest’, the affection only started when one of them managed to get you working under them as a subordinate. you had to give it to her, Signora is good at getting things she really wants, apparently you were one of those things as she promptly moved you right ‘where you belong’—to her side, of course.

you didn't used to mind things that way until you began to notice that Pantalone loitered around her more and more, and you know he didn't used to do that because you caught him with so much free time before. all of the business coming out of the blue when Signora was in such a stagnant point in her work was suspicious to you. you wrote it off with his explanation of a reworking of the finances in her sector taking longer than expected. to someone who had very little involvement in her finances, it made a lot of sense. 

yes, somewhere between then and now, you tripped and fell into this neat little hole they made for you, a honey trap even. you're not sure when or how, all of that time has always been…a little fuzzier than you'd like.

when you looked in the mirror then, you saw your face looking back at you. now you see some lost little child who barely knows how to keep their head straight. for just a moment, in a rare hour on a lonely morning, you stare into that mirror and begin to see cracks of yourself shining through. have you always looked so tired? when did you get your hair to look like that? this person is still not you, but it sure does look a lot like you, a worn down version of you covered in a thick coat of idealisation to mask your weathering and slow spiral further and further into something you cannot identify.

in the very same morning you wonder if maybe you are still there to stare back at yourself in the mirror, that same pill lands in front of you with a cup of water. you recognise Pantalone’s hands, and you know that he can tell from the way you look at him and question his words that you're coming out of your haze. in response, he has to put you right back in. he claims he’s never going to force you, though you suspect that to be a lie. this life of luxury he provides you and the affection Signora gives to you will all go away if you don't take it, and in all aspects that's a good thing.

why exactly do you keep picking up that cup of water and downing that pill?

[robininthelabyrinth]

Targets - ao3

- Chapter 5 -

Lan Xichen had had an extremely weird day.

The beginning of the week had gone much as it always did – the daily routine of lessons and chores, classes and cultivation – and he had been helping his uncle with sect business, just basic copying or taking down dictation since he wasn’t old enough to do more than that. He’d thought the rest of the week would go just the same way, but then a messenger had arrived and his uncle had asked him to leave. It wasn’t that unusual, there was plenty of sect business his uncle didn’t care for him to know about yet, Lan Xichen being not quite yet fifteen, so he hadn’t thought much of it.

What was unusual was his uncle’s sudden tension afterwards, and the second messenger that arrived not long after, and his uncle’s abruptly announcement that Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji would be going to visit the Unclean Realm.

Lan Xichen had initially welcomed the news – he’d become friends with Nie Mingjue years before when the other boy had spent some time at the Cloud Recesses, and he’d always hoped to go pay a long visit in return, although that hope had been dashed when Nie Mingjue had been forced to become sect leader far too soon and it suddenly became inappropriate for him to spend so much time with a junior like Lan Xichen. But when his uncle told him to go pack and he realized that his uncle planned to send him right away…that was when he started to become alarmed.

He asked his uncle what the matter was, but his uncle refused to say, and so Lan Xichen had no idea why they had hurried so quickly to the Unclean Realm. He’d been asked to fly on his sword, and when he started faltering, one of the attending disciples allowed him to jump onto theirs to ride the rest of the way – they only rested a few times, at the mid-way points, and that was already pushing the boundaries of what they could do, even though they were all strong cultivators.  After all, of the Great Sects, Gusu was the furthest away from Qinghe; it wasn’t an easy trip to make.

He thought that he’d ask Nie Mingjue to explain when he arrived, but Nie Mingjue wasn’t there. But the Unclean Realm’s protective shield was up, which he’d never seen, and they were searched and interrogated for a long while before being allowed inside. And even once they were, they were shown to certain courtyards and told not to leave.

“Brother?” Lan Wangji asked, and the mere fact that he’d broken his habitual silence to inquire that much told of his anxiety at everything that had happened.

“I’ll figure it out,” Lan Xichen promised him.

Only he really couldn’t figure out what to do next, and then Nie Mingjue returned with a positive gaggle of children, his face pale and almost visibly at the point of total qi exhaustion, and it hadn’t seemed like a good time to interrupt. Lan Wangji ended up getting swept up by the chattering children his age – the Yunmeng Jiang heir, Jiang Cheng, as well as the Yunmeng Jiang ward, Wei Wuxian, plus Nie Huaisang – and not long thereafter they were joined by Jin Zixuan, who poor Lan Wangji had ended up clinging to as the only other person not talking faster than the flapping of a hummingbird’s wings.

Poor Lan Wangji, Lan Xichen thought; it wasn’t his fault that Wei Wuxian had fixated on him, seemingly thinking that teasing and bullying were the only way to make friends – they’d tussled three times so far, and Lan Wangji was constantly turning bright red with either fury or elation or both.

For his own part, Lan Xichen had tried to make friends with the boy that was closer to his age – Meng Yao, apparently – but Meng Yao just stared at him wide-eyed and stuttered a lot and seemed very awkward, although he had explained some of what was happening: that the Wen sect had ordered the kidnapping of sect heirs, that his name had been on a list (he didn’t know why he himself had been included, especially as none of the other Jin sect bastards had been), that all the sects were preparing for war…

It had been a relief when Jiang Yanli stopped shepherding the smaller children and joined them, if only because Lan Xichen could stop feeling like he was tormenting poor Meng Yao. Who wasn’t even a cultivator, although he expressed an interest in becoming one – Nie Mingjue had apparently said that he could join the Nie sect if he wanted.

“You should,” Lan Xichen said enthusiastically. “It’s a good sect – a bit, uh, martially inclined, but very righteous, very upright. They’re good people. If you don’t think you’d enjoy cultivating the saber, maybe you might prefer the Lan sect – you said you played the guqin? We cultivate music.”

His face was certainly pretty enough to pass through Lan sect regulations, Lan Xichen thought, although of course there were other requirements.

“You would be a good fit in either,” Jiang Yanli said encouragingly. “My Jiang sect isn’t taking on new disciples right now without a recommendation, but if you start with the Nie sect and find it doesn’t suit, I’m sure you’d be welcome in any sect you chose.”

“Except Lanling Jin?” Meng Yao said, giving them both a look as they blushed and stuttered and averted their eyes. “Neither of you recommended that one.”

“Lanling Jin is a very strong sect, very powerful,” Jiang Yanli said delicately. “And, uh…Lan-gongzi?”

“I can’t,” Lan Xichen said. “There are rules in the Lan sect about talking behind people’s backs, especially maliciously.”

“Well, I certainly can’t say anything! He’s my future father-in-law!”

“That bad?” Meng Yao asked, though he didn’t look as surprised as Lan Xichen might’ve thought.

“My brother says Sect Leader Jin’s a useless whoremonger who doesn’t think of anything but wine, women, and corruption,” Nie Huaisang piped up. Lan Xichen hadn’t even noticed him walking over; he would have tried to change the subject of conversation if he had – he remembered very well what a little demon Nie Huaisang could be, always stirring up trouble. “That he’s got more bastards than fingers and toes, and that the women he gets with child are lucky if he remembers to pay them for it, assuming they weren’t forced to begin with. You’re better off with us, Meng-gege!”

Meng Yao looked at Lan Xichen and Jiang Yanli, who both shrugged because there really wasn’t much to be said there, and then over at Jin Zixuan, who had trailed along after Nie Huaisang along with the rest of their little gang.

“My father’s not useless,” he said, looking uncomfortable even as he kept shooting fascinated glances at Meng Yao – who was his brother, actually, now that Lan Xichen thought about it, putting two and two together. Jin Zixuan had probably never met one of the infamous Jin bastards before; none of them had. They’d only heard about them in rumors. “And he does think of – other things. Sect business. Sometimes. That part’s wrong.”

Jin Zixuan was a good boy, Lan Xichen reflected. Far too good to be the son of a snake-tongued politician like Jin Guangshan.

“You should probably just pick another sect, though,” Jin Zixuan said, shifting from one foot to the other. “My mom – she doesn’t like – listen, she’s said some really awful things about what she’d do if any of the bastards ever actually showed up, okay? And I’m pretty sure my father agrees with her. He promised he’d throw them down the tower steps.”

“There are a lot of steps in Jinlin Tower. It’d break someone’s bones! Or neck!” Jiang Cheng objected.

“I think that’s the point,” Wei Wuxian muttered. “Meng-gege, you won’t go, will you?”

“I won’t,” Meng Yao assured him. “My mother’s coming here, so I have to be here at least until she arrives. And I think we’re all going to be here for a while, at least until the war is over.”

“That’s definitely the case,” Nie Mingjue said from the door. He looked a little better – someone must have given him spiritual energy and possibly a stimulant, possibly multiple stimpulants – though he still seemed very tired. Lan Xichen abruptly saw the point of all of his uncle’s exhortations against over-doing things. “You’re all welcome to stay for as long as this takes. I’ve cleansed the Unclean Realm of spies, as best as I can; this place is as safe as can be while you’re being targeted.”

“What about you, Mingjue-xiong?” Lan Xichen asked, anxious, because he knew, as few others did, that Nie Mingjue wasn’t nearly as old as people thought he was. “Will you have to fight?”

Nie Mingjue didn’t respond, which was affirmation. It was a stupid question to ask; Nie Mingjue was a sect leader, of course he’d have to fight. Fight the man who murdered his father only a few years before.

“I want to help,” Lan Xichen said, and Nie Mingjue frowned.

“Xichen –”

“I want to help,” Lan Xichen insisted. “Even if it’s just cutting up cloth to make bandages, or passing along messages, or something like that – I want to help.”

“I want to help too!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed. “Da-ge, you have to let us help.”

“I –”

“They’re our sects, too,” Jin Zixuan said quietly, and Lan Xichen saw Jiang Yanli smile at him.

Lan Xichen felt a moment of satisfaction at how they were all uniting, all acting together – and then, abruptly, dissatisfaction. “Why does Wei-gongzi get to call you da-ge?” he asked, indignant. “I’ve known you for longer!”

“It was convenient!” Nie Mingjue protested. “You can call me that too, if you like!”

“Not if you like,” Nie Huaisang said. “Everyone has to call da-ge, da-ge. You’re in the Unclean Realm now, and I make the rules here, and those are the rules!”

There was a small group discussion, after which it was generally agreed that it would be far too awkward to live together for days and days – amended to weeks and weeks after seeing the expression on Nie Mingjue’s face – while maintaining appropriate formalities, so everyone was going to call each other -gege, -jiejie, and -xiong, as appropriate, and of course that Nie Mingjue, as the eldest of their generation, would be called da-ge.

“Wen Xu’s older than me, actually,” Nie Mingjue mumbled. “Wen Qing, too, I think –”

“They don’t count, they’re Wen,” Jiang Cheng said. “The Wen sect is evil.”

“Wasn’t Wen Qing their doctor?” Jiang Yanli asked. “She was at the last discussion conference, presenting on some of her medial research. She was nice, I thought…?”

“She’s Dafan Wen, not Qishan Wen,” Lan Xichen explained. “They’re only technically a branch family of the main Qishan Wen – they split off a few generations back, but there was an accident and their parents died, so I think her and her younger brother got adopted as wards by Sect Leader Wen.”

“How unfortunate for her,” Meng Yao murmured, and they all looked at him. “I mean, if he’s as bad as you all say he is…”

“Was it an accident?” Jin Zixuan asked, and everyone looked at him. “What? Everyone says that she’s the most talented member of the younger generation of Wen sect – well, they say that when Sect Leader Wen isn’t around, anyway. It seems really convenient that the cousin who could’ve outshone the main branch got brought in so that all the accolades could go to him.”

“And we all know that Wen Ruohan likes to kill parents,” Nie Huaisang mumbled, kicking at the floor.

A moment later, as if by unanimous unspoken agreement, they all turned to look at Nie Mingjue expectantly.

“…she’s a Wen!” he protested a few moments later when he realized what they were getting at. “Even if the circumstances of her parents' death might be – suspicious – it’s still her bloodline; they share the same ancestors, they’re the same clan! She's not going to be a target - well, by them, anyway - though I suppose by the rest of us - and - and I don’t know what exactly you’d want me to do about it, anyway!”

[morihaus]

Domina

cw for a vampire talking about mortals like cattle and mentions of molag bal (just his name)

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Atop a balcony of the Imperial Palace, the young emperor casts her gaze westward, over the canopy of the great forest, off to the dark horizon laid over the Colovian highlands. Past the borders of Cyrodiil, there lays the outlying province of the Empire, Craglorn, home to the distant Nedes never chained. Cities of stone and high towers, traditions older than the Empire of Man, faith older than Saint Alessia herself; Hestra was born to these lands, to the Cyrodiils who came from Colovia to lend aid to their kin, to enlighten them, to fasten and secure their ties to the Empire, and to keep wary watch of the expanding dominion of Verkarth, whose king had spent a century splitting the land in two, harrowing the Nedic allies of the Empire, unopposed in the distant and foreign borderland.

It was this that brought her to power. She became warrior to the faith as many in her family had been before her, as was the Colovian style of the priesthood, and she worked to stymie the tide of this burgeoning power henceforth unknown- as well as the dark creatures who cavorted within its borders, fanning out to the neighboring realms to terrorize the populace. Vampires, werebeasts, monsters of all sorts became the scourge of Craglorn in those days, and the Empire of Cyrodiil did nothing, for what was their concern for the fate of provincials? Nedes who knew nothing of Paravant, or Pelinal, or the One, whose degenerate practices ostracized them from polite Imperial society.

Hestra was one of many in Craglorn and Cyrodiil who saw need for action, but alas, small militias could do nothing but root out loose ends, small cells of the fiends who dogged the western reaches. A coven here, a pack there, but this was to treat the symptoms rather than the sickness, and without organized action against Styriche and his Gray Host itself, nothing would be done.

And for all the dire circumstances, this is why she stands here, amulet of dragon-fire around her neck, looking west with purpose. She has been emperor for but two years, and the Empire is more united than it has been in some time. She is what Cyrodiil needs, a decisive emperor, to cut through the internal bickering of the Order; a conquering emperor, to show no quarter to the enemies of mankind; a common emperor, who understands the plight of her subjects and refuses to rest until justice is done.

With the Empire whole, it prepares for a full-scale invasion of Verkarth, to sunder and destroy the foul abominations commanded by its king.

Something approaches silently from behind her. She is without guard, but not alone, for tonight she is entertaining a particular guest.

"Second thoughts, Emperor?" The pale woman clad in deep red silks asks her with a playful tone. Playful as a cat toys with a mouse, but decidedly playful nonetheless.

Hestra turns to face her, Exarch of the Gray Council, undying vampire, a mistress of the dark forces she plans to destroy. She faces her and sees her ever-so-smug grin, her round face, pale like the moon with dark shadows and painted colors framing her scarlet-orange eyes. She sees her jewelry reflect the light of the night sky, a shimmer along the chain of her belt as her eyes trace her waist, a shine around the swirling ringlets of her arm, up to the clasp of her dress on her shoulder, even a sparkle from the jewel earrings when her long black hair fell just so to make way for the light. "I consider my actions more often than you think. This is why I'm here, Vem."

Vem moves forward to press up against the other woman, lifting a manicured hand to trace her jawline. She is without reverence for the Emperor, but not without admiration, and often she shows her appreciation with touch. "This is why I see such potential in you, fair Hestra." The mortal woman doesn't flinch- but might shiver- at the vampire's chilling touch, and allows it to happen. This close she can see the subtle scaly texture speckling Vem's skin, around her eyes and her bare neck and arms, her eyes fix to this instead of Vem's hypnotic gaze- she wouldn't dare attempt to bewitch the warrior emperor, but she does much without noticing it. "We have more in common than you do with your councilors. They fill their heads with petty concerns, worthless mortal vanity- you and I, we focus on what's truly important: power."

Hestra, for as steely as her countenance is, lets her head droop to one side, warm cheek pressed against Vem's cold hand. She raises one of her own to Vem's waist, closing her eyes. "I have power, Vem. I'm the Emperor, blessed by Akatosh, anointed before the One." She doesn't need sight to picture the frown grow on Vem's face as she speaks.

She hears a sigh, and the cold hand moves down from cradling her head, sliding across her bare neck and stopping at her shoulder. Hestra opens her eyes again to see the predictable sight. She'd call the expression on Vem's face perplexed, as she is always baffled by her refusal. "Have I not explained to you the difference in magnitude hundreds of time?" She scoffs. "You are a Queen, a mortal Queen, you command great armies and rule over all of your citizenry. But I could make you more. As vampire, you would never age, never die, you would be indomitable."

"Indomitable," Hestra repeats. "But dominated by the foul machinations of your master."

Vem furrows her brow, twitching her nose. "Lord Bal is our master in name alone. He holds no true sway over us- we only need make one pact, but one ritual, and we may reap the rewards of his gift as we serve ourselves. You cannot tell me you would not desire such a power."

"Power at a price." Hestra lets her hand fall back, and now furrows her own brow as she looks back at Vem, somewhat yearning for the years she hadn't known of her true nature, or for a time where they could spend time ignoring the doom that surrounds them, before this decision had to be reached. "I do not want to join your Gray Host."

"You would not have to." Vem retracts her hand as well, folding her arms over her chest. "As immortal Emperor of Cyrodiil, you would be of much greater use as an ally to the Gray Host, to relinquish your power over this land would be foolish."

"Imagine I disagree with what your Host does, terrorizing innocent people, drinking of their blood and eating of their flesh."

Vem tisks, she almost seems to roll her luminous eyes at that. "This is because you are clinging to mortal notions of morality. You do not weep for the butchered cow, do you? For us, it is no different than hunting simple animals."

"And if I care for these animals?" Hestra asks.

She receives a raised brow. "Do you really care for these people, Emperor? These people who are not yours, who you do not know- how much would you sacrifice for their lives?" After a pointed silence, she adds: "If you could trade your life for theirs, right now, would you?"

Hestra answers honestly. "No."

"If," Vem begins. "The inverse were true, and you could sacrifice the lives of many to achieve greater power, greater dominion, wouldn't you?"

Hestra considers. "...I might." She gazes off to the side, looking behind Vem into the palace's quarters. "But what you speak of, this is the truth of politics, of warfare, of the life of an Emperor. These ugly decisions are mine to make, and I must."

"This is what holds you back," Vem turns and begins to pace, steps silent as she does. "You deny what you truly want: power. You claim it out of responsibility, you make these excuses for yourself..." She looks over her shoulder, Hestra meets her piercing eyes. "Why do you let yourself be ruled by such foolish thoughts?" She approaches again, so gently as though gliding through the air. A fanged smile plays on her lips. "You are Emperor. I am offering you power, it is in your very nature to accept it. Do not deny your true calling."

Hestra looks to her vacantly. She wonders how often she has been tempted, how close she's come before now. "You talk of offering me power- power of my own- and yet you speak as though to dominate me yourself."

At this, Vem laughs. It breaks the tension somewhat, and she takes Hestra's hand in her own, rubbing circles on the back with her cold thumb. She looks at her with half-lidded eyes. "You would not like to belong to me, dear Hestra?"

And at this, Hestra is pulled two ways, and such a grave conversation becomes very silly, and for the first time tonight, the Emperor smiles. "You speak in circles, love, like a turning wheel." She leans in and very easily presses her lips against Vem's; a shallow kiss, undercoated with some feeling of fleeting passion and intimacy, something that feels like a last chance, a final moment in which they can both pretend they share the same future. Vem puts her arms around Hestra's head, the mortal reciprocates with a hold on her waist. Hestra pulls back to breathe and laugh. "Sometimes, I still can't tell- do you want me a vampire, or a thrall-" Vem interrupts her by kissing her cheek, laughing along.

They embrace and they laugh for awhile, standing on the balcony, nipped at by the chilly night air. Eventually they stop laughing and just hold each other. Vem tucks her head into the crook of Hestra's neck, and Hestra lets her, and runs a hand through her silky dark hair.

"...You know," Vem softly breaks the silence. "That of course I want you to join me as I am- a vampire, the rightful rulers of the unliving. Because you are a ruler, Hestra, and this drew me to you, for I recognized how great you could be if you could only see what lies beyond your mortality..." One of her pale hands turns to run across the close-cut hair on Hestra's head, and Vem turns to look her in the eye, one side of her head still pressed against her shoulder. Her expression is warm, and not regal. "I do not doubt how far you will go as a mortal. You will be remembered for centuries, for a hundred centuries, your death will be something glorious, remembered in song, you will be indelible... but you will die. And it breaks my heart-" A laugh- or maybe a sob- spills out between words. "I know you could never understand, you are mortal, impermanence is everywhere in your life, to be everlasting is... difficult, to communicate. It's something you need to feel for yourself. I ask... that you allow me to grant you this, Hestra. Please."

She'd never seen Vem posture in such a way. They have been intimate with one another, they've spoken of sadness before, but never has she been so melancholy, so sorrowful as to look up to her with those eyes, dry but full of sadness. "...My love, you know I can't-"

"Why?" Vem asks immediately.

"Because- Because I am Emperor first, divine regent of the One, descendant of the Ascended Saint Alessia, defender of Cyrodiil and the Faith. I am dutybound to destroy the Gray Host... and I cannot accept your power, it would render me an abomination in the eyes of the Order, and all I've worked for would be for naught."

Vem pulls back, Hestra lets open her arms to give her space. She looks at Hestra, fear in her face, steeled by frustration. "They would not have to know. There are ways- many of us disguise our true nature, some get away with it for a century or more. You yourself had no idea before I revealed to you my nature."

"You're right. I didn't," Hestra admits. "But this is because I was young and stupid. The pelates of the Order are older, wiser, many of them savvy to the affronts to the divine. And in any case, I would still need to invade Verkarth."

"No, no you don't. We could- if you'd postpone, delay, we could destroy this Alessian Order-"

"Destroy the Order?" Hestra's brows fly up at this, almost more shocked than insulted.

Vem clenches her fists at her sides. "They are just mortals, Hestra. Mortals can be manipulated, they can be herded and culled by their true masters. If all of the threats to your power were turned, were on our side, would you still deny this?"

"You're speaking in fantasies." The Emperor says, colder than she meant to. She is just as frustrated, not only by Vem's assertions, but by how her mind meanders and considers them.

"Answer me, Hestra!"

"I could not- I could not disgrace my line, my ancestors-"

"Your ancestors were nothing more than cattle!" Vem shouts.

"Your family is nothing but a pack of monsters!" Hestra replies.

Vem, incensed, points a sharp finger at Hestra as she bares her fangs. "We are NOT monsters!" She growls, throwing a hand up. "'Monsters', 'daimons', 'abominations', these are all the labels feeble-minded sheep apply to us, the true masters of Tamriel! And here you are- so different from them, so close to us, and you refuse your rightful place on our Council, your rightful taste of our blood, all because of these vapid mortal commitments to the lives and deeds of mortals, the ways of people who lived and died as nothing more than stupid animals- you let them limit you, hold you back, drag you down to their level!" Snarling, there is a quivering to her frame and face that belies her nerves. "You do not deserve to be another pile of bones in a pasture! You deserve to be Domina, High Emperor of All Tamriel, Immortal Ruler of the weak and impermanent!!"

Hestra stands stock still, shadows cast on her creased face. "I cannot do this. I will not take knee before your king."

"You would not have to! Do you know how few of us respect King Styriche? How fewer revere Lord Bal? To depose him, to usurp him, it would not be difficult, you would only have to delay your invasion!" Vem's composure is all but faded as she pleads for what she wants, the safety of her family, an immortal paramour, and all that she wills be made real, as in true domination of the world. The fact that she screams this hoarsely and with such desperation- the desperation of someone not in control- is not lost on her.

The Emperor hangs her head, heavy with troubles. She grits her teeth as she speaks with attempted finality. "I cannot, Vem, and I'm sorry that I cannot." Her own eyes, still living, well up as she speaks. "It does not mean I don't love you- I do, I give you my word and I mean it: I do, and if I were anyone different... you need to know how much I want to be forever beside you, I truly want this, but..."

Vem suddenly darts forward, pressing herself against her, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "If you want it, you can have it. Let me turn you, forget the Empire, let it fall under someone else's rule- we could make of it that you died in battle, that you were- you were betrayed somehow, sow dissent in the Empire, let it rot and fall. Leave my family alone, let us go together into a new life." Her plan is flimsy, her voice is quickened and shaking, but she bears her soul to Hestra like never before. "Take what you want, Hestra."

She bows her head. Hestra leans down to press her forehead against hers. She wants to take her into her arms, as they used to, like lovers would, but she doesn't.