#CW: divorce mention

[luv-n-chaos]

Conversation I had with my sibling @mmartisttalent earlier

[mielkae]

thinking about wounds/lore traits that refuse to heal during respawn because of the emotional weight they carry for the player. thinking about the same event leaving scars for one, but not for another.

Joel with burn scars on his hands and face that never fade. Etho's never been one to show much skin, but the glimpses he gets are pale, unmarred by the fire.

Scott wove poppies into his and Jimmy's hair. Matching crowns to signify a love that was meant to last. After third life, they seem to grow from his hair, and bleed when he pulls at them, red dripping down his face. Jimmy admits his crown had been misplaced.

Jimmy holds Tango back when the ranch burns. He assures him it's fine, it was an accident, he knew what he was doing, but double life was 3 games ago and Tango can see the burn scars haven't faded.

Martyn's back is littered with axe wounds. Cleo favors tank tops. He can't look at the smooth, pale green skin of her shoulder blades without feeling sick.

(I hate you, the words scream silently at her, pale white lines carved into the inside of her thigh. Pearl wants to ask him. She's scared of the answer.

She doesn't wear bikinis anymore)

[habitual-creatures]

Sorry that was a lot of venting

Just life is kinda shit rn

Don't apologize.

THIS.

Is a logical fucking anger. I'm pissed even without living it.

Life is fucking hell. And if she can't put up with you being reasonable in these fucking situations, then she needs to grow the fuck up.

Yeah. She has a right to worry. But she doesn't have a right to say that shit to you. I wouldn't care about her crying either.

I don't see why you should either.

And blaming a fucking divorce on someone else IS INFANTILE.

I would ridicule her to high heaven if I could. Because that is bullshit you don't have to swallow.

[herawell]

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[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Idk if you answered a question similar to this so I apologize in advance but-

In some nasty divorces a parent will do anything to get custody of the kid. Some cases kidnapping, what would they do if it was a parent that just ran off with the child?

You did mention in a previous Q/A that the SK boys would clear the air of the accused. Which would be very helpful in a custody battle.

That being said... if the parents were never really abusive to the kids but still ended up traumatizing their kids durring the divorce, what would they do??

A divorce can be and often are traumatizing for kids, however this is something that is generally outside of Sun and Moon's wheelhouse. There's not much they can do unless they see one of the parents as a threat for the child.

For the child's sake, they might keep an eye out for a while to make sure they were okay and safe.

IF there happened to be a kidnapping, then the most they CAN do is try and help the authorities and let the police handle it from there. This wouldn't be a situation where they'd abduct the kidnapper and kill them. That would draw way too much attention.

[radraptors]

Expedient

A short just-after-the-ending fic for @arcvmonth Day 13: Abyss Beneath a Smile

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The war was over; Zarc had been purified; Yuzu Hiiragi was back home. Yuya Sakaki, fresh from passing his pro test, was in the opening stages of a duel against his father.

And Himika Akaba walked over to her husband.

These were the first words she had spoken to him in three years, and she said them without emotion: "I am filing for a divorce."

"Yes." There wasn't much Leo could say. "I'm surprised you haven't divorced me already."

Himika snorted. "It was much more expedient to report you as missing then declare you dead. Keep the name and relation so there was no doubt on Reiji's claim on the company. But I imagine your legal status will change soon."

Leo allowed himself a small smile. He truly had missed her and her business-like attitude to everything.

He had loved her. He had loved Reiji. But he had thought he would be reunited with them, and with Ray; that the three years apart would be undone and replaced with utopia. Words could not say how much of a fool he'd been.

"I intend to hand myself over to the authorities, so I expect my legal status will soon be 'awaiting trial'. Although I suspect it will be a long wait: I don't believe there is precedent for inter-dimensional war crime tribunals."

"Xyz has no formal government, Synchro is in the midst of political restructure, and I presume your departure has left a power gap in Fusion. It will be a long wait indeed."

"And what about you?"

She paused for a moment, with a blankness in her expression suggesting she had not considered the question before. Which was unlike her - what he remembered of her. They were both driven, ambitious, always following a goal.

"I don't know,” she sighed. “I have two children I have raised badly. I have a second chance with poor Reira, but I don't know what to do for Reiji. I let him do too much, grow too much - he tried to fill your place when you left, and I let him. I encouraged him."

Leo glanced over at her, taking in how much she had changed: the lines of age and emotion on her face. He took a moment to steel himself. "I know it doesn't change anything, but I'm sor-"

"Perhaps," - Himika cut him off sharply, with an arch of the eyebrows that told him not to revisit his words - "Perhaps it would be better to make some use of the time waiting, instead of lounging about under arrest. To go to Heartland and help with the reconstruction."

It would be more expedient for him to go to Fusion, to dismantle the machinery there that only he fully understood. But apparently Himika was not so business-like that she didn't want him to suffer, to see the human cost of his actions first-hand.

And again could not say much more than, "Yes."

[talentforlying]

a moment in time, #7, or 14!

07.     wish they had taken more time to savor while they were in it.

he's in the kitchen with his sister, and they're still in their funeral clothes.

it's a funny sight: cheryl in her nice black dress, purple rubber gloves up to the elbow, doing the washing up with her good pearl earrings in. he remembers, a few years back, how she'd sworn off ever wearing jewelry around that bloody disposal again; how he'd fucked up snaking the drain trap for her little silver chain so badly he'd almost burst the pipes, while she fretted and moaned about it being a gift from tony, how silly she was for not checking the clasp, how cross he'd be if he knew how she'd lost it.

really, it should have been HER snaking the drain, since she was the one who actually knew how and john had always been lost with household things like that, but that was just the way they did things, most of the time — he'd offer to help, and she'd let him. didn't have to do any good.

thinking back, he wonders if it'd been a sibling sort of thing, watching your kid brother flounder just for the shit of it; if she'd just liked laughing behind her hand at him whenever he tried something that should've been bloody SIMPLE and fell flat on his face. other times, he wonders if it'd been a mother sort of thing: giving him the chance to do all the little shite he'd never learned how to. letting him go until he gave up or got it, then pointing out the way to do it that was miles easier, honestly, you silly bleeder, how've you survived all these years faffing about like that? you'd take the ring road to the toilet if you didn't leave the door open to see it.

they're talking serious things as they wash and dry; gemma, two years out from her brush with kidnapping and seeing ghosts at granddad's funeral. cheryl shit scared, trying not show it; voice wobbling as she asks him whether he thought something had happened. he can't look at her when he consoles her, because he doesn't know; he doesn't lie to his sister. tries not to, anyway. deflects to talking about her husband, because he knows it'll make her mad, and they're constantines: they do pissed better than they do sad.

besides, cheryl's always loved her husband the same way she loved their dad: with her eyes shut tight.

used to be that he resented her for it, before he was old enough to understand. how could she not know? how could she leave? how could they meet years later with her telling him their dad wouldn't really hurt anyone, couldn't hurt anyone, oh john you know what he's like, and him with scars smarting under his shirt sleeves and a ringing in his ears that will never fully go away, wanting to scream i know what he's like, but do you? did you ever? did you even fucking care?

but he's grown, now, and so has she; left the anger behind with gemma's first diapers and tony's resurrection crusade membership and the house in liverpool they won't ever go back to. it doesn't matter anymore. they've outlived him.

he makes her laugh. her laughter makes him laugh. one day they'll be older than their dad ever was, and hopefully happier, and they'll stand in her kitchen at christmas and new year's and do the washing up in purple rubber gloves, and it'll be just like this, but without their funeral clothes. nothing hanging over them except the sound of leslie gore crooning from a room away and their first glass of red for the day. gemma all grown, with friends and family of her own to do the washing up with. tony hopefully shafted in the divorce, or at least being a little less useless in a far corner of the living room.

he didn't want to stay like this forever, then — wounds still raw and fears still fresh, memories of his dad's hair burning in the crematorium. both him and cheryl sad and scared, putting on faces so the other can get by. but he will. god in heaven, he will.

she doesn't quite get to be older than their dad, in the end. fifty-nine, and still too young. too bloody young.

jesus christ, cheryl, he wasn't supposed to outlive you, too.

@thedipshits / A MOMENT IN TIME PROMPTS

[boatdriinks]

aaaand part 3 of the ex-spouse series

Let's talk about Louise

After the unremarkable marriage that was his relationship with North, Kerry went back to his old ways for a time. Having fun, dating and sleeping around, while trying to be a present-enough father figure for his daughter.

For over 20 years, he went through several relationships. Some were serious, but most left him with a bad taste in his mouth and a resentment toward the other person.

He would meet and start dating Louise Nordin in 2054 while she was working as a model in Denmark. They dated long distance for two years and Kerry would invite Louise to move in with him on their third anniversary. He could see this was going places, and he was cautiously looking forward to taking things further.

He loved Louise's similar boisterous energy to his own. They could party, they could make all jaws drop in formal events for each other's careers, and they could talk to each other about anything. Kerry genuinely believed he'd met his one. He was able to talk to her about Johnny, about Derry. About how he hadn't treated his first wife that well, and Louise provided insight of how Zoh might've been feeling.

Despite what she heard, though, she didn't turn away. Kerry valued that. Not everyone could even begin to handle the trucktons of baggage that came with Kerry Eurodyne.

After 5 years of dating, they married in 2059. They lived blissfully alone together until April 28th, 2063 when their son, Theodore Nordin Eurodyne was born. Kerry's only son. And things were still good, but cracks would begin to form soon enough.

Drugs and alcohol took hold again during a particularly bad pass of the anniversary of Derry's, and then Johnny's, death. Kerry was spending more time away from home after Louise reluctantly retired for the sake of raising their son, because she and Kerry both hated the idea of their children being primarily raised by nannies.

In the midst of the conflict, the arguing, and trying to fix things, Kerry and Louise's daughter was born. Kimberly Nordin Eurodyne was born on December 1st, 2069. Kerry tried to clean up his act for the sake of his kids, but found that was far easier said than put into actions.

Kerry would catch Louise cheating in mid-2070, and that really sent him off on a war path. He'd cheat on her in return, out of revenge more than anything concrete. Kerry and Louise "patched things up," but he had a feeling she was still cheating after that point. He'd never question whether Kim was his. Whether she was actually or not, she was always going to be his.

It all came to a head, however, when Kerry was arrested for drug possession, assaulting a police officer, and public indecency in 2071. He was sentenced to 15 months in prison, where Kerry would only receive one visit from Louise and their children before being served divorce papers.

Ever since Kerry got out of prison, things have been shit with Louise. She got some of his cars, his home in Tokyo, and worst of all: full custody of the kids. He guessed he couldn't blame her there. Kerry was unstable, and honestly? He didn't want the kids to see him while his mental health was deteriorating. It sure as hell wouldn't help when Louise would occasionally dangle the kids in front of his face in her worst moments, but Kerry rarely had the fight left in him to argue with her too much about it.

And yet, despite all of the bullshit since they finalized the divorce in 2072, Kerry still loved her. If he hadn't fucked it all up, he felt like he could've been with her for the rest of his days.

[banannabethchase]

*sips my shitty cocktail and watches people embarrass themselves*

[voidselfshipp]

Nothing breaks a broken Man like gentleness

Cw: divorce mention. Self doubt (from my f/o),Adler has a pretty big face scar and its mentioned in the fic once. If anything else needs tagging lmk. Eye contact in GIF and facial scars.

Summary: feeling particularly vulnerable, Russel asks the most difficult question of his life.

♡Only mutual allowed to reblog.

Taglist: @tex-treasures @malewifepatrickbateman

After everything that happened to him, Adler never thought he'd have a chance at love again.

Was he even deserving of love,after all hes done? It was something that he constantly asked himself.

But then he met Jerico.

And they got toghether.

Even now, Years later, it still hangs heavy on him.

He holds jeri close, its been a long day for him, mentally speaking.

There was nothing else he wanted more than to hold his girlfriend close to his chest, breathe in her scent and probably try and catch some sleep.

--thank you for everything-- adler mutters with a broken voice.

He feels Jeri hug him tight, nuzzle his chest and look up-- you changed my life for the better...-- he adds caressing her cheek-- sometimes its like I dont deserve you

--Hey now-- she said Gently, her hand tracing his scar-- you do deserve me

--Jerico, im a monster...ive done horrible things..youre..youre such a good person.. sometimes I dont know how I even got with you

--Because you treat me well, and you love me and you take care of me, Russel, and youre so sweet and caring..-- jerico explained leaning in-- I love you. And you deserve me.

He kisses her, in an attempt to ground himself.

--I love you-- adler whispers-- I love you so much-- he whispers over and over again between kisses.

--I love you too

Russel sets jerico ontop of him, hugging her waist and burying his face in her hair.

--Marry me-- he says Gently and absentmindedly.

--Yes-- jeri mutters-- ill Marry you,russ

Hes taken back, did he says that out loud?

After his divorce, which was years ago, he still felt the aftermath.

But she just said yes.

The light of his life said yes.

He smiles and grabs something from the nightstand-- let me put the ring, honey

She sits on his chest, and he Gently takes her hands, they feel soft by comparison, he slips the ring on her finger carefully, elegantly.

Adler enjoys the blush on her cheeks, and he takes her hand and kisses her knuckles-- I love you

She brought his hand closer to her and kissed his knuckles as well-- I love you too

Jerico holds her now husband's hand between hers, squeezing it Gently-- and your ring?

-- way ahead of you, princess

Reaching out to his jacket hanging on the beds backrest, he pulls out a thick gold wedding ring from his pocket and holds it so she can see, rolling it between his pointer finger and thumb.

--Lemme-- she says, grabbing the ring and then slippin it on the finger of the hand shes holding.

Jerico always treated adler with gentleness, even now it still felt foreign sometimes. She always was gentle with him, a broken Man, that has seen and done horrors.

And it always brought him closer to breaking in her arms.

Incredibly flustered he looks away and holds her hands-- this is why I wanna marry you

She smiles and kisses his forehead, and in return, he gently kisses along her jaw and neck, arms going around her waist and holding her close.

--Sweet dreams, hubby-- she mutters.

--Sweet dreams, my beautiful wife-- he whispers with an audible smile.

It makes jeri fall asleep with a happy expression.

Adler closes his eyes, and follows his wife to a peacefull slumber.

Russel Adler was a broken Man, but at the end of the day, he was loved, for who he was, and he would always find gentleness, love and care in Jerico, the light of his life.

[kartsstuffig]

quality shitfuckery anyone??

just have the dump

also might have gotten too silly yes i did make a pizza tower oc

ideas lingered in the back of my head for MONTHS

so this is sage

peppinos strange alternative german-italian sister

what id imagine happened is like

their dad divorces their mom like just a few months before sage was born (which was a dick move their mom aint do shit) and peppino had to live with their dad (italian) while sage lived with their mom (german)

they didnt get to see eachother too often but when they did it was like the most fun sage had that year

once sage got to move out (like far after peppino did) she got to see him a LOT more

now she stops by the parlor like whenever she can which isnt super often but they always have a good time when she does

idk what else to add to this :3 too much thought was put into this

she calls peppino hase; always has

also deals with anxiety sometimes but not as often as pep does (poor mf :sob:)

[salsflore]

[roseguided]

thinking about how clara, even a while after the actual divorce , never took off her rings & died wearing them.

[ashtraysystem]

my bro told me somethin that made me remember some info my dad gave me a while back that still makes me feel shitty/uncomfy; apparently there was a long stretch of time where my parents "could've gotten a divorce at any time but stayed together for [us] kids". He'd probably deny saying it tbh but that sentence is gonna stick with me for a long time.

[herawell]

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[somedeepmystery]

It's November!!!!

This month I got to spend a week on the seaside. That's the northern Pacific seaside, so cold and stormy. Let me just say, election day came in like a fucking portent and post election, Pacifica knew I needed the mood boost of some serious vitamin D so it was sunny as heck and the sea was... as calm as it ever gets.

I did get a lot of writing done, even with the gut punch of the possible end to our democracy ... ha ha ha [weakly]

I am 48k into the first draft of This Time -working title. And amazingly I have not lost interest, despite spending the last year telling myself the story over and over in 'outline' form. So that's cool.

Been struggling since I got home from my little retreat. Coming home and hugging my daughters really brought it all crashing in on me. BUT we can't let ourselves do the terrorizers' work for them so we persist. I know this book isn't going to change the world, it's not supposed to, but hopefully it can be a bright spot in someone's day/week/month in the near-ish future. And that's something to keep going for I think.

I know I haven't given a lot of information. I told my friend Nia the other day that I struggle with how to present it beyond the basics -- which are too basic to get a grasp of its actual heart.

I do know this story is about forgiveness, forgiving yourself and going forward, forgiving people who wronged you -- even if they aren't sorry -- in order to set yourself free. Forgiveness to break free. I think. I think that's the theme. With a little underlying thought to the twisty (as opposed to twistED) ways of fate, but that part might only be in my mind.

Two people thrown together early, then parted for the purpose of meeting other needs of the universe, then brought back together to heal in the aftermath? Hopefully, someday, you can weigh in on that!

For now though, let me lament that I am not even NEAR the midway point at this word count, which is Just So Typically Me (oh baby baby) Today we write! Later, we edit.

Be well, be kind (to yourself and others,) and remember, if hope is a thing with wings, that's because it's a cockroach. As evil dances around the rooms it thinks it has won. Meanwhile, hope is hiding in the walls, unkillable. And breeding.