#Don't know how old she's meant to be here and may do another attempt at a later date

[108garys]

Anya Keenan

On one of my scribble pages I scrawled an attempt at Erin's mother, brain feels like a colander otherwise

[luveline]

For the zombie Steve au would you ever consider writing a blurb from before the college when Steve realizes he likes reader?

for you, my love!! steve zombie au —steve realises he likes you romantically, fem!reader

You're singing under your breath. Steve has it on record that he thinks you're a bad singer, but you don't sound half bad. Low, dulcet, you're singing an old song everybody knows. 

"Somewhere, beyond the sea, she's there waiting for me." You don't bother with the next line, interested more in the sock you're attempting to darn, the needle in your hand clumsy but well-meant. "Oh, ouch." 

"Prick yourself?" 

"I'm sorry?" you joke, laughing without answering his question. "I don't think that's any of your business, Harrington."

He grins at your saccharine, bubbly voice, enthused with laughter and unhurried. For once, you're not scared or anxious. The simple task of a repetitive action has distracted you from the reality of the world, and you're still being nice to him regardless. Steve's starting to think that, despite his bad moods and ill temper, you might like him. Or, starting to know it with surety. 

He figured when your shyness getting changed didn't ever quite abate, when you started snuggling into his waist at night, when one day you began complimenting him for things beyond survival skills —your hair is such a nice brown, Stevie— when you started calling him fucking Stevie, that you must harbour sweet feelings for him. He figured, and yet he had no idea how to feel about it. 

Steve started to confuse his feelings for yours, and vice versa. Wondering if maybe he was being nicer to you than he needed to be because he knew that was what you wanted. But he's sitting here now, cross-legged beside you on a double bed with no sheets in an abandoned house that's completely sealed from the inside out, no survival instincts, no ulterior motives, and he knows he likes you. That he might start to love you, if he has the time. 

He thinks about kissing you. 

"Do you need a bandaid?" he asks genuinely. 

"For this?" you ask, showing him your finger and the pinprick bead of blood that's blossomed there. You lick it clean. "No, thank you." 

"Alright. Want me to finish your sock?" 

"No, that's okay." You give him a suspicious look. "Why?" 

"What do you mean, why?" 

"Why would I want you to finish my sock?" you ask.

"Uh, 'cos you just hurt yourself? I'm trying to be nice." 

"Ooh, it suits you," you say, rolling your eyes. 

He reaches over to pinch your side. You jump, startled by his touch and surprised by his wanting to touch you, he can see it on your face. He really should be kinder to you. You don't do anything wrong, you're not mean, you're not even a liability or anything so strict. You're just a girl —you're more than a girl. You're the best friend he has right now, and you look out for him in more than necessities. 

"Who do you think you are?" he asks, giving you another jab. 

You laugh and squirm away from him. "I think I'm someone with a needle in their hand, ready to stab you," you say. 

"Really, you'd stab me? You're heartless. And here I thought you liked me." 

"I do like you," you say, tucking the needle you'd been waving at him behind a few threads of floss in the bobbin. 

"I like you too," he says. As soon as he says it, he knows it's true. You may not understand the depth of his words, but Steve does, and he can't shake the feeling that you need a reward. For being so likeable. For liking him first. "Give me your sock, I can darn better than you can." 

"You've had more practice," you explain away, though you do pass him your sock.

"Are you going to finish the song?" he asks. 

You glare. "Thought I sounded like a dying cat?" 

"You'll never let that go, will you?" 

"No, not likely." 

You laugh again, and this time Steve joins in. He retrieves the needle and sets about fixing the mistakes you'd made, hiding a smile as you lay down by his thigh, your hand curled up by his foot, and start to sing. "You have to join in," you say ugrnelty between lines. 

Steve joins in. Not worried about sounding good, not worried about anything, the two of you making up the words you forgot, out of tune but far from out of time. 

[ghiblinsm]

I C One Female

Vanessa Carlysle x stepdaughter! Reader (PLATONIC)

in-between the events of the first movie and second movie

Summary: An after-mission conversations in which you reveal sorrowed feelings to Vanessa.

"I remember one certain conversation I had with my dad's ex girlfriend...."

You sit on the edge of the balcony with your legs dangling between the bars. Busy fidgeting with a yoyo to realize that Vanessa had stepped out and is standing right behind you.

"Hey....chilly tonight, huh?" A crow above the roof had flown away as you look over your shoulder towards the shivering Vanessa, who is wearing your dumb dad's jacket over a tank top with pants, then back to the yoyo.

"I guess. What're you doing......out here" Vanessa quickly notices the missing tone of cheerfulness that had been replaced with tired one. Most likely from having to spend the day helping your dumb father with all kinds of mission. She saw how he had passed out once he flopped onto the couch cushions, you just walked out onto the balcony however...

Instead of answering back, Vanessa sits down criss cross next to you on the cold cement. "How are you holding up?"

You simply shrug and shuffle a bit to the side with the awkward silence thick between the two of you. The yoyo going up and down over the edge of the balcony.

Right before Vanessa decides to chalk this up to another failed attempt of trying to talk to you, you start to rant, "I feel like he's starting to only view me as his 'sidekick' instead of his daughter. like he's trying to forget or justify what happens on these missions, what happened on......ugh..."

you thump your head against the bars while playing with the yoyo still, Vanessa eventually speaks up while looking off the balcony. "You know he means well...right?"

"Yeah, I mean. I know but I don't always know, y'know? like, the tiny voices in my head tell me that I'm nothing but some tool, a burden, that I can't be my own person.... I know it's not true but..." you move your legs out from between the bars and up towards your chest with your chin resting on your knees.

"But you can't help feeling that way?" vanessa finishes exactly what you had been thinking with a sigh. "I get what you mean...hey, um. crazy thought but, have you.... tried telling him how you feel?" she looks over at you while wrapping her arms around herself.

"No? yes?... I don't know, i mean I've tried to bring up what happened but every time he just brushes it off with some dumb reference or drags me with him to a dumb job." vanessa looks at you with a common look you've grown to hate, pity sympathy.

"He might not have realized how much pressure he puts on you...not justifying his actions or anything!" she panics at how her words may have sounded and puts her hands up slightly in a defensive way.

You look back over the balcony and keep playing with the yoyo, "I know what you meant."

The awkward silence returns even thicker than before, and Vanessa looks away while standing up, realizing that the conversation between the two of you is over because of her choice of words. As she turns to head back inside in the warm building you add a few words that she never thought she'd hear from a 13-year-old.

"I do love you by the way, as much as I can love someone, which is never enough. Just know if I'm ever rude or seem like I'm pushing you away, it's not personal nor your fault. I'm just like that sometimes."

She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding and nods in understanding, despite you turned away from her, she heads inside to move Wade off the couch.

She never brought it up but as she was closing the door behind her, she heard you mutter something that she almost missed.

"I'm so tired of his..."

[n1ghtfurys]

Climbing frame

You have four girls, almost five. The twins, Tiana and Beau, your middle baby, Aubrey and Charlie who's almost one.

This may be your worst pregnancy. It's been worse than the twins, and god they were hell. Your back hurts, your feet hurt and everything is making you emotional. König is on deployment, he's not meant to be back until your due date. Which is fine but you miss him and four girls is a lot.

You've decided to take them to the park mostly because you're tired and könig hasn't had the time to respond to any of your calls or messages.

The quiet is nice though, quiet is a loose term for this but it's still nice. Charlie is asleep on your lap, Beau is upside down on the monkey bars and Tiana is making flower crowns out of daisies with Aubrey. You look down at your bump, wishing König was here, wishing he could see how sweet his girls are, sit with you and just be generally near you. You know they all miss him, he hasn't been on a long mission like this one since the twins were born but apparently they couldn't spare him this time.

Tiana and Beau are old enough to understand why he's gone but it still goes over Aubrey's head so she asks about him often which is less than fun. You watch as Tiana places two small flower crowns over her little sister's space buns, she's a great older sister both twins were really. You watch Aubrey pick through the pile of daisies before running up to you with the biggest grin on her little face.

“Mummy, look!” you smile as she spins in attempts to show you the whole flower crowns her sister had made for her. Then she holds out one of the daisies from her pile and slides it behind your ear before giggling and running off again.

“Thanks bean.” You call after her and try not to cry over how cute your girls are. You hear her squeal as she tries to put a flower in Beau's hair, you can't help but smile as you watch Aubrey being chased around the playground. You look back down at Charlie, who's still fast asleep on your lap. You can't believe how lucky you are, four soon to be five perfect girls.

After Charlie you remember asking König if he was upset that he didn't get a boy, you remembered the same conversation after Aubrey too and both times he assured you of the exact opposite. He really does make a great dad, you know he's probably wishing he were back too.

You don't notice when your kids go quiet, not until one of them screams ‘daddy’ and all three barrel past you, even Charlie stirs at the commotion. You spin round to find Aubrey already wrapped around his leg and one twin in each arm.

You watch the love of your life juggle all three kids with the biggest grin on his face. He must have stopped by the house because he's not in his mask or tactical gear.

You fail to hide how you tear up as he walks, more waddles because of the girl still clinging to his legs. He puts both girls down next to him and leans down to kiss you, the action is accompanied by a chorus of ‘ews’ from the girls.

“Beans, why don't you go and grab some flowers for another crown hm? Take Charlie with you.”

He sits down next to you and you lean against him, watching Tiana and Beau walking with Charlie while Aubrey runs laps around them.

“I thought you weren't coming back yet.” you rub your hand back and forth over the arm he's wrapped around your waist.

“Finished early, wanted to surprise you schatz.” His accent is always thicker when he gets back from missions, Kortac usually means he speaks in German most of the time so whenever he gets back his voice tends to make your cheeks warm.

“How's number five doing?” He brushes his thumb over your bump as he speaks, you sigh. You want to tell him that number five is doing fine because she is but she has been a hellish pregnancy. You get morning sickness, at least you did for a good chunk of carrying. She makes you more tired and has a whole lot of opinions about what you eat, plus having to juggle four other kids has made everything hurt.

“She's doing okay but I'm tired, glad you're back.” He kisses the top of your head and watches as the twins walk Charlie back over, Aubrey's still running circles around them and Beau has a flower crown in her spare hand.

He kisses your head once more and then gets up to greet them. He sweeps Charlie up into his arms before kneeling down so Beau, who still has to get on her tiptoes to reach, could put the flower crown on his head.

While he's still on his knees Tiana whispers something to him and then all three girls scatter. You tilt your head in confusion but he just smiles and mouths ‘sea monster’ to you.

It's a game that Beau made up when she was five, they make a home island and then have to run around without getting caught.

You let yourself doze as you watch them, smiling as the squeals of joy when he flips Tiana upside down when he catches her, he even manages to include Charlie even if he has to put her down every time he catches one of them.

When König comes back he places Charlie in your lap, he's got one twin on each arm and Aubrey on his shoulders.

Once you get home and start dinner your house is filled with laughter from all four kids, and König occasionally.

“Beans!” You shout from the kitchen when you finish dinner but you get no reply so you follow the sound of your girls. Eventually you find them in the playroom; König has Aubrey swinging off of one arm, Charlie is giggling in one of his hands, Beau is hanging upside down from his shoulders while Tiana is wrapped around his leg.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him juggling four girls, they all have smiles plastered on their faces. Your girls are laughing and just generally being loud, and König is in his element. It makes you glad that you're carrying another, and that he'll be here now. At least for a while.

[frenchtantan]

I'm not done talking about q!Baghera. Today I wanna touch on something her mind seems to tune out for her own protection: the Federation's cruelty. Now buckle up folks, given how dark her story is, this is gonna get heavy.

When she first discovered her old room, in her little diary, her past self had written the following: "they made me do things, and I couldn't stop until they were satisfied. They are never satisfied. They just want to make me miserable. They keep plucking my feathers for... a dumb reason."

This is cruel. This is child abuse, and this is torture The entire Federation would deserve to be burnt to the ground ten times over if they did this once. They did this to her every single day.

However, here's the thing: the way child q!Baghera phrases it, it almost looked like the torture was in response to her not behaving like they wanted her to. As if this unjustified abuse was somehow a punishment, something that could be somewhat avoided by her doing things differently.

We may now have an inkling that was not the case. In the "RESULTS: BAGHERA" book that she burned yesterday, we could read the following: "PREVIOUS BEHAVIORAL REPORTS DESCRIBED BAGHERA ENTERING SIMILAR UNRESPONSIVE STATES WHEN EXPOSED TO INTENSE STRESS OR HIGHLY UNPLEASANT STIMULI. HOWEVER DEPENDING ON THE CAUSE OF SAID STRESS IT MAY HAVE BEEN PRECEDED BY ATTEMPTS OF BITING HER CARETAKERS AND OTHER FEDERATION STAFF, WITH OTHER HELPLESS ATTEMPTS AT ESCAPE"

Now I don't know about you, but the way I read this, it means the torture was never a punishment. It was the experiment itself. They were deliberately, or at least knowingly, putting her in situations that could trigger her unresponsive state. How messed up is that?

This is the extend of their cruelty: they created a sentient child, but they never raised her, they never cared for her, they never tried to make her better. She was just an experiment among possibly hundreds of others. An object to poke and prod at to see how it would react. Even knowing this is roleplay, I can't think about this without getting sick to my stomach.

This is where she now knows she comes from. Where any normal child had a family's love and care, she had only the Federation's cruelty. Is it any wonder then that q!Baghera refuses to even acknowledge the torture? That her mind put walls around walls around walls to protect her from that horrific reality? That yesterday she was grasping at straws, hoping that the Federation was not as bad as she thought, in denial about what she suffered at their hands?

I am conflicted about what her burning the book meant, because she also burned all the photos. At first I thought this was just another wall, but I'm not so sure. Her room was not a bad memory, it contained everything she liked. She also didn't burn her diary. Also, she didn't look distressed, she looked angry. Her first thought went to Pomme, her daughter and therefore her family, and then came her ironic realization about the islanders building their own little prisons while trying to escape.

I believe right now she is very hopeless, and she has a lot of trauma to face in the coming days. However, the more I think of it, the more it seems yesterday's ending was not her giving up, but a spark awakening, however small. And maybe, just maybe, that spark is enough to start chipping at the walls. Time will tell.

[alymccart]

Ask du jour because I’m in a lot of feelings right now and need a diversion from them and because I stayed home for a mental health day and have time to ask: Back to First Time, I feel like there’s a whole analysis or chapter behind Charlie’s words to Vaggie about their connection.

“It's been a long time. And I... uhh, I've never had this kind of connection with anyone before. This is... more intense than I was expecting.”

I’d love to get into this more because here’s Charlie, who is this being that shouldn’t even exist- or it’s unimaginable that she exists- and is astronomically powerful and probably as wise as time and space due to her connection with the cosmos (even though the show never talks about that but it has to be true? Maybe? I’m overthinking? I mean, I can’t imagine one could live as long as Charlie has and not have some wisdom). And Vaggie’s just a dead woman, right? Just a dead human woman (who I fucking love so much, this isn’t a criticism). So for Charlie to feel a connection with someone so much “less” than herself and for it to shake her enough during intimacy, Vaggie must be powerful herself. Maybe not in the same way as Charlie, but damn. She must have some kind of soulmate-level power over Charlie. Like they’re written in the stars and, in this one instance, Charlie is meant to be completely powerless.

Makes me wonder, as I am wont to do, how Vaggie’s story will evolve both in your fic and in canon.

Anyway, I think that’s enough word vomit for today. But also thank you? You don’t know it but writing these thoughts helped quiet a small feelings storm in my head.

TT^TT Another fantastic ask.

I really REALLY do feel like there's more to Vaggie than the show has shown us so far, which is why I'm attempting to kinda-sorta foreshadow that in my fics. I have no actual idea what exactly that "more" is, and I may end up being way off base, but I want to believe. Although the alt version of their first time that's going to be in Hellfire goes a slightly different direction, the same general scenario still plays out.

I definitely agree with your assessment about Charlie's power. She's the daughter of the first demon in hell and a very powerful angel (in my fic I'm going to with Lucifer being a seraph, though that isn't confirmed as far as I know), so there has GOT to be more to her than what we have seen. I'm going to bet there's some angel qualities that'll crop up as the story progresses (maybe she'll get wings!?). I also feel like Charlie is treated like a child in the show way, way too much. Until it's confirmed in the show, we don't really know for sure that she's over 200 years old, but going on that assumption, there is absolutely no way she's as naive as people seem to think she is. Sheltered? Maybe a bit, but she's a busybody, so there's no way she spent all of her life cooped up in a palace or something. So, my fic/headcanon Charlie has been around. She wants to help, she wants to be involved, she wants to experience things; she wants to make Hell a better place and to do that she needs to learn everything she can about it. Considering the fact that she's a one-of-a-kind royal hellborn demon and more-or-less impervious to permanent/killing damage from just about anything around her (save for strong angels like Adam and angelic steel weapons, and Carmilla is not stupid enough to sell them to someone who wanted to hurt Charlie because Lucifer would shred her to pieces) there's not much reason for her to be overly cautious.

"Soulmate-level power" is one way to put it. I really feel like Charlie and Vaggie's connection was at least catalyzed in their mutual desire to see this whole "redemption" thing through. For Charlie, it's to help her people. For Vaggie, it's partly to prove that she herself is worthy of redemption and partly to help end the cycle of death altogether. Murdering all of those Sinner souls and only questioning it after thousands had died, then thinking she had done the Right Thing and immediately being mutilated and abandoned by people she trusted as a result really effed her up, imo, and she's obsessive about making up for it. I think after that initial spark, Charlie sees someone she can truly believe is her equal, if not in power, but spiritually, so she is willing to let her guard down. She's comfortable showing that side of herself to Vaggie, and Vaggie is comfortable with that side of Charlie, so, in the context of First Time, it ends up being harder for her to hold back (and maybe a bit of unconscious "I don't want to hold back" that she has to fight for fear of hurting someone she believes is a squishy Sinner demon).

I'll see how things play out as the fic progresses. I've got a general direction set, but things like to crop up and throw me off course as I write (which I love, tbh). Thank you for the thoughts! Getting to really mull this stuff over out loud is really helpful. :>

[ikamigami]

What gets me is that both Sun and Earth acknowledge how kind New Moon and they used to be, that he and Earth were super close to the point of sharing their deepest thoughts with one another, Sun had said to New Moon "I liked you more than the old you", it wasn't about New Moon being smarter or stronger than Old Moon, that didn't matter to Earth or Sun, they were okay if New Moon couldn't bring back Solar, they were okay with New Moon 'not measuring up to the old him', even now New Moon is their brother, not in a transactional way but in a real, close way, he a really good brother and just a kind person even when he got angry or messy! That's it too, New Moon could get angry or reckless before, that isn't the problem here, the problem was he decided to "snap", and its one thing to be really messy with grief and say some not great things, this episode made it clear the insults weren't the big problem, though I should also point out that if you start lashing out to hurt people on purpose, cutting ties with them like that, then why would you not expect consequences? And it's not like Sun and Earth disowned him, they didn't, but their trust in him was broken by what he said, because he went beyond insults and instead chose what he knew hurt them both the most and meant it, you don't get to do that, betray someone like that, and then walk away expecting your relationship with someone to be exactly the same, not without working to fix it, which he hasn't so far But either way the big problem was New Moon going further than Old Moon in the sense of actually attempting to kill a family member willingly, Old Moon was terrible, but the closest he ever got to murdering one of his siblings on purpose was punching Sun in the face or verbally threatening to "unplug him", which was still very messed up mind you but New Moon took it several steps further, it wasn't an accident like "oh I didn't know you were in here", or a "I am doing this but I will give you time to get out", he told her he doesn't care about her right before doing it and would've killed her if the blast wasn't stopped and everybody knows that and is not okay with it, rightfully so, grief is not a justification to attempt to willingly murder innocent people, especially ones own family who you claimed to love so much, I do not could Ruin or Bloodmoon because they aren't innocent, if it was just them in the room there wouldn't be a problem here, and if New Moon did that because "he feels they disowned him", they made it clear they didn't, I don't even think New Moon in his moments of reflection he actually said "they abandoned me", and isn't it just as bad that you betray someone close to you and they express they are hurt and that your relationship will be different going forwards, but they're still there, and your response is effectively "welp I don't care if you die now, get out of my way"? And even then both of them are still conflicted, Earth is still very angry but as she said she still can't fully just cut ties, and Sun is even more hesitant, and yeah, them going "Forgiving them depends on if the apology was actually sincere" and even then if they didn't forgive him for going that far that would be valid considering the severity, if it is revealed there was a corrupting influence that would help New Moon's case, but he still made bad choices he needs to answer for, even a part of his conscience knew it was all wrong but he chose to do it anyway

100% true! All of this! Everything you said is exactly true and right!

They still care and can't fully stop caring about New Moon. But they have every right to feel betrayed and hurt and to not want to forgive him. But like you said they are thinking about the option of forgiving him because they loved him and I think that they still do cause emotions are a funny thing which is hard to control and even if they may say "we don't care about him and we don't love him anymore". That love and care is still there in their hearts. And this is also why it hurts so much. This is why New Moon's betrayal hurts so much.

And you're right that virus or not New Moon still has to be hold accountable for his actions and he needs to show regret and apologize and even maybe he should do something to show that he means that. And also like you said Sun and Earth saw New Moon as brother. Sun liked New Moon more than Old Moon as his brother. They don't care if his smarter if he can do and fix everything. Like you said they don't care about it. I agree with everything you said here, dear anon.

Thank you for this long message because you addressed everything, every little and important detail and I think that it's very needed for everyone in this fandom to see. Thank you ^^

[mxflowercheck]

Hi there! Do you like headcanons about characters in their childhood? 'Cause I have a bit of them for my dnd character!

Note: English is not my first language and I have adhd so feel free to point out any spelling/grammar/etc mistakes

So, first of all, a bit of lore to understand what's happening!

a) My dear character is called Airon (just read it as "iron" and you'll be fine, i'm too tired to come up with smth better), he uses she/he/it pronouns

b) he's a tiefling! In a kingdom where tieflings were all killed many years ago. She is also a magician :)

c) has horns and a tail, lacks eye pupils and has grayish purple skin. Necklace with an illusion charm for horn and tail, potion for skin

d) she was raised by a single father who is also a magician and a tiefling!

So here are some thing that may happen when you're a tiefling magician, trying to raise a tiefling child without letting people know you're tieflings

Another note: I just say "little" bc I don't know a thing about child development. I have no idea how an average 5 yo kid perceives the world and talks.

1 - Tail

So tieflings probably use their tails as an extra hand to hold non-heavy things. It's convenient and logical

Little Airon and her attempts to get used to the inability to use a tail in front of people ("But I have a tail, why can I only use my hands!!!" aka a five-year-old trying to make it make sense) His father watches as Airon glares intensely at a plate, a glass and a book. It's probably incredibly funny because Airon's face is hilarious

Father: Take two objects in one hand, dear

Airon: but I can't take a plate and a mug in one hand!!

Father: Then a book and something else

Airon, with absolutely bewildered face: BUT WHAT IF THE FOOD GETS ON THE PAPER!!

2 - Fire

Father: Airon, don't put your hands in the fire!

Airon: But you said that you need to poke the wood??

Father: You can't do it with your hands

Airon: Why?

Father: Fire is quite dangerous and it leaves burns. Burns hurt a lot

Airon, looking skeptically at his hands - completely fine after sticking them in the fire, then at his father: that's not true.

And that's how end up in a situation "my child thinks burns are a lie because I don't get burnt. and she doesn't too"

3 - Humans and tieflings

Airon: Why is everyone hiding their tails and horns? It's inconvenient. And stupid

Father: What do you mean, "everyone's hiding"?

Airon: *blink blink * people have tails. And horns. And we all hide them for some reason.

Father, realising that his child didn't grasp the concept of "we are tieflings, and people around are humans, because her father also hides his tail and horns, and now Airon just thinks that everyone is doing it: …..Oh stars.

4 - Questions

"How do people cook if they can't keep objects in the air?" (Its father uses levitation and telekinesis on a daily basis, he's a single dad)

"What are those black dots in people's eyes?" (She meant PUPILS)

"How do they wear those little hats?!" (She has horns.)

that's all for now! bye-bye

[itsybitsylemonsqueezy]

Good morning and happy new year Tumblrinas!

Okay, let's take stock of where we are...

I'm playing Baldur's Gate 3, it's pretty nice. Meant to romance Karlach out the gate but tripped and fell into Gale's lap, whoops. What can I say, the man's a soft touch and I'm into it. Gnome paladin was a great choice, I look hysterical with a greatsword. Just swing me like a catapult at that point.

Starting another save in Pokemon Violet on Switch, just for the lulz. Shouldn't take me too long to run through it. Probably got a craving from having played through around this time last year.

Trying maybe for a second masters. It sucks being in a job you're bored at, so thinking of switching industries. I should enroll in classes for Spring and Summer. I forgot how much work a degree is. But my first class went very well.

Trying very hard to get pregnant, well, my wife is anyway. Please, please let us baby. We'd like a baby. And then it will be my turn to become pregnant. Not, like, immediately, but soon. We'd like a few kids.

In the process of redoing my whole closet. I have a lot of old, worn out things, stuff that doesn't fit anymore, and I asked for gift cards for Christmas, so maybe I can put together a whole new wardrobe. New wardrobe, new me.

Did change my haircut, no more two block situation, now more of a traditional pixie cut. Looks kinda cute c: We'll see how that goes. I haven't had symmetrical hair in awhile. I'm so silver these days 8C

Cooking better all the time. Can't wait to see what new recipes I master this year. I attempted steak last year and it's gone pretty well! Wish lamb was more available in this country, I love lamb so much. I'd cook with it all the time if I could. I really want to make moussaka one of these days, it's so tasty and, I think, achievable.

Utterly haunted by the basil ice cream we had on my birthday though. God. Fuck. It sounds odd but it was... rewrote my brain.

Maybe we'll get to move soon! Now that we've paid for all that fucking sperm, we can save up to move into an actual house! How neat! The housing market here is garbage, big surprise, but I've found a few nice, newer houses closer to my current work that are in a pretty decent school district. I may be seduced.

And just think, then I could get a Costco membership 83 The only thing stopping me now is I have literally nowhere to put all the bulk items I'd be buying. But soon... soon, precious. My wife has never been to Costco, she does not know its cornucopia of treasures. Ugh, I can't wait!

Don't know what I'll write next. I've been toying with trying to do some original work, but I've realized that in my long years of fanfic, my character creation muscles have completely atrophied. How do you all just make little guys? Like, you have to believe in them and care about them, and I'm always 'It has red hair and green eyes... I don't even know what it likes yet!' And then I panic and give up. I just need more practice, I'm sure.

And I've started reading Homestuck.

Well, that's probably about enough to be going on with. Thanks for the listen!

[cultivating-wildflowers]

Books of 2023 - November

Still struggling to get through the books I want to read by the end of the year; but, on the plus side, I've marked off a few audiobooks I've had bookmarked on Hoopla!

Total books: 5  |  New reads: 5   |   2023 TBR completed: 0 (0 DNF) / 22/25 total   |   2023 Reading Goal: 85/50

October | December

#1 - The False Prince by Jennifer A. Nielsen - 4/5 stars (audio)

“Hail His Majesty, the scourge of my life."

This was a bit of a surprise! I don't know how this book ended up on my tbr, and I had to force myself to give it 10% before I decided whether or not to dnf it. Fortunately, it became more interesting after a somewhat lackluster opening; and it ended up being a fun story, for all its faults. (And I did NOT like the narrator.)

My biggest complaint had to be the politics. More than once I paused while listening to yell "Really?!?" because so much of that didn't make sense. The nice thing is that the story itself was engaging enough that the fumbled attempts at political intrigue and court customs didn't ruin it, which is kind of miraculous considering it's a story about a treason plot.

I really became engaged once my finely-tuned suspicion was piqued. (Thanks Megan Whalen Turner.) The twists were a little predictable but entirely satisfying. Gonna recommend this one to my sister and brother-in-law.

#2 - To Each This World by Julie E. Czerneda - 4/5 stars (audio)

*content warnings for mild language and sexual content*

This book grabbed me from the first page. The exposition and world-building were well-balanced, especially considering all of the background and technology that needed to be coherently introduced. It may have been easier to physically read this one with all of the unfamiliar terms and name structures (I felt the same way with The Goblin Emperor); and one of the three narrators did a horrible job differentiating between characters when there was heavy dialogue. (The other two narrators were fantastic.) It was an entertaining read with just the right amount of twists to keep me guessing.

Also, I love it when an author's personal interests shine through like they did here (Czerneda is a biologist).

#3 - System Collapse by Martha Wells - 4/5 stars (audio)

Another fun installment! Personally I rank it near Fugitive Telemetry in terms of plot. Felt to me more like a bridge book than its own adventure. Some of that might be on me; I was really struggling to pay attention to this one.

Pros: Tarik! And major character development for Murderbot.

Cons: Not nearly enough of Three.

#4 - The Riverman by Aaron Starmer - 3/5 stars (audio)

Skim the reviews for this book and you’ll notice a theme: “Wait…. What???”

This book started out strong, tripped on its own shoelaces a couple of chapters in, and fell flat on its face. It then spent almost the rest of the story trying to convince you it was the cat’s fault—when there isn’t even a cat.

Why does the 12-year-old protagonist read as 15? Why do all of the reveals come out of left field with as much foreshadowing as a shadow puppet dog? How were there so many characters and yet almost no genuine human interactions between them? How does a person lose an index, middle, and ring finger but NOT the pinky or thumb on the same hand? Why was the story giving off fantasy signals at the start when it apparently meant to be magical realism/horror with way more ambiguity than it had earned? Was it set in the 80’s just to keep the main characters from conveniently googling all of their questions? HOW DOES A PERSON SPEND TWELVE YEARS ALL ALONE IN A MAGICAL WORLD AND STILL NEED ONE CONVERSATION WITH AN EXTREMELY CONFUSED CHILD TO FIGURE OUT THE BIG REVEAL??? Was she sitting on her hands talking to chartreuse giraffes for that entire period?

The most frustrating thing to me was that there was so much potential here, so many angles we could have explored, so many places we could have dropped a few clues; yet the portal fantasy aspect was blander than a cheese sandwich and Alistair’s obtuseness was the only thing keeping the real world story thread tangled long enough to make a book out of it.

#5 - The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings - 4/5 stars (audio)

I was about 80% of the way through this book, really enjoying it because I'd come across the audiobook and the narrator was great and it was a cozy, kind of idyllic, slice-of-life little classic and bam.

Told a friend what I was reading and she responded instantly with "oh I HATE that book".

And I realized I was definitely holding a tragedy in my hands. I'd suspected as much, but I didn't want to believe it. Now the question was how would that last 20% go down.

My friends, it went down like honey with a Worcestershire sauce chaser.

Of all of the ways I might have guessed it would end, I was honestly hoping for something more like Where the Red Fern Grows. And I expected it to happen a little sooner than right at the very end (minus what? a chapter?). Pain upon pain, woe upon woe.

I didn't hate it by any means. 98% of it I loved. It's just not quite what I was expecting and I'm still recovering from that.

DNF

The Three-Body Problem by Cixin Liu (tr. Ken Liu) - Solid writing and an interesting premise, but not my cup of tea.

[problematic-fodlan]

Talking about revisiting the plot of the game...

- Edelgard and Claude do not have the same endgame. There's no mention of reforms of the nobility system in Claude ending, and Edelgard ending has much less focus on diplomatic relationships with other country.

- Rhea and Seteth do not view where she's coming from.

Flayn: Professor, I am not sure I understand... Why is the Empire intent on making an enemy of the church? What is meant by "the way of the church"? What do they dislike about it?

Seteth: I have no idea what Edelgard was thinking or how she arrived at the decision to raise an army. However, I do have some small insight as to what she is after.She is attempting to destroy the existing social order. That is why the Church of Seiros is first on her list of institutions that must be destroyed. It may very well be her goal to rebuild Fódlan from the ground up...

[...]

Seteth: You have a point, Flayn. I do not believe the people will ever understand her aim.

- You litteraly said yourself Dimitri disagree with Edelgard methodology. How is that not a question of conflicting ideal? The mean is just as important! IRL ideology are definitely separated depending on their reformist vs revolutionary nature, and just this point is tremendous enough to be the source of countless conflicts. Furthermore, while Dimitri agree with some aspect of Edelgard ideology he still keeps quite opposed idea. For example, he might not like some influence crest have on society, but he certainly believes them to be essential as he says in White Cloud. Those differences are just as important as the similarities, and they're definitely enough to make very conflicting perspective.

- Overall, it's not just miscommunication. Hopes tried to make that clearer: even knowing each other intentions, a peaceful resolution is not easily achievable. A sane Dimitri still chose to protect the Church knowing Edelgard intention even if it provok the war with the Empire while Claude alliance with Edelgard is a complex political game where they are far from completely trusted ally...

- Even the part about communication is far more complex that you make it out to be. The lack of communication is not due to some filmsy excuse made for no other reason like the romcom trope. It's due to many complex factors developed within the game, factors both political and also more personal especially regarding each lord trauma. For example, Claude trauma regarding the treatment of his identity is what prevent him to effectively communicate. Similarly, Edelgard trust issues from the Insurrection of the Seven and TWSITD abuse is a big obstacle as well... So you end up with ineffective attempt at reaching to each other like in VW "Crests: The Good and the Bad" white clouds event.

The game has a lot of details, it certainly is interesting and special. I love seeing that Sothis name is a reference to the Egyptian goddess Sopdet associated to same star as her as a way to reference Sothis flooding the earth as Sopdet is associated with the flooding of the Niles! I love looking at the lord character design, noticing that for example Edelgard uniform include an aiguilette which has the legend that soldier would use it to kill themselves in case of dishonor and might derive from another decoration used during Napoleon reign referring to the imperial eagle! I and so many other are not getting tired of Three House, this game might be flawed but it is very rich in its story and worldbuilding surrounding it. There's so many elements to analyse about this game and, like it or not, the discourse participed a lot in the development of such analysis.

So my question is, what are you even doing here talking about the game if you think it's not special nor interesting? If you don't love it nobody is forcing you to be here, on such a niche blog of a 5 year old fandom!

Overall, I'll just say that for someone who talk about revisiting the game, you're pretty hypocritical as you do not do it yourself. You keep making arrogant claims acting like you know better than everyone while at the same time not referring to the game at all. Nice opinions, but why don't you back it up with a source next time?

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[dildostiaurkitabein]

Naseeb; destiny

I did not expect you to write me another letter given that I haven't yet replied to yours. And for that, I sincerely apologise. The fear of not getting to read anymore of the interesting stories that you compose has obliged me to take up a pen. Despite how lethargic I feel and how much I dislike writing, I have sat down to write to you.

I am glad to know you enjoyed witnessing the wedding of two of your close friends. I wish them nothing more than a ifetime of happiness and love. You have also mentioned that in your opinion sometimes destiny works in favour and sometimes against people. And I would like to disagree with that, respectfully.

You are well aware, my dear friend, I have always been a reader. Stories, real or fiction have made me learn a thing or two about ife and people in depth. There's one line about naseeb; destiny I read once that is engraved on my mind ever since. In life, when I am faced with the challenge of making a difficult decision, I think of it, "Naseeb is what people blame for something they can't change themselves"

When a woman marries an ill-natured man, she's told it was in her naseeb to be married to that man. When a misfortune occurs, people grieve for a period of time and then say to themselves, it was in their naseeb, something they couldn't change. It is meant to be said as a consolation prize. By saying so, they satisfy themselves that they couldn't have possibly changed anything even if they had tried. But that line has changed my perspective of blaming naseeb for the things we can`'t change for as long as I shall live.

When I face a conflict or when I have to make a tough decision or when I am expected to take matters in my own hands, I realised I didn't want to blame naseeb when my cowardice is to be blamed instead.

Moreover, I didn't want to regret not having even tried to change my naseeb when I am old and wrinkly thinking about the life I have lived.

When I wanted to get a scholarship for my program and wasn`t selected for five consecutive years, I like to think I kept going, kept applying every year to know for sure that I had tried as much as I could. When I did get selected in the sixth year, I believed then that I had changed my naseeb. Had given up upon my first unsuccessful attempt, I would just blame my naseeb for not having gotten in.

When I was brutally injured in a car accident last year, lying on the hospital bed with multiple fractures, I didn't blame naseeb for my condition. Instead, I pondered upon the changes I could make to not remain dependent on anyone for even a small thing such as getting water for myself. Needless o say, it took me a year and a half to be able to stand on my own two feet.

Don`t get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with depending on someone in times of adversity. I meant I didn't want to sulk in place thinking about where my destiny has led me.

How did I get the determination to go on and not give up after some unsuccessful attempts, you may ask. For that, let me remind you the story of the famous Thomas Elva Edison and how he didn't choose to give up after not one, not two, not five or ten but 10,000 times in perfecting the incandescent electric light bulb. Do you believe he would be as famous as he's now had he given up after a few unsuccessful attempts?

Everytime that I failed, I would think to myself: "maybe if I tried one more time, just one...I may succeed" and the curiosity of finding out whether I would in fact succeed, has gotten me where I am today.

And so, my friend, I do not agree that destiny has anything to do with what happens to us, Instead it is what we don't dare to do, the chances we don't take, the lantern of hope we don't hold tightly to, that shapes our destiny.

It is here where I rest my pen and, in doing so, rest my fingers too. I am eagerly waiting to receive your contribution to my observation.

Adieu, my dear friend, and believe me, ever yours with irrevocable affection.

[disgracedfaeprincess]

– How... How big does it have to be to work?

The young lady asked herself, looking at the mess of papers, drawing materials, candles and spices all over her room.

This was the third attempt. Well at least at pentagram summoning. Bloody Mary rituals, ouija boards... Hell, even praying or finding a crossroad, she has tried everything, and noted down each failure with all the academic rigor a secluded teenager could afford.

After all, if she succeeded there was nothing to loose.

She took the hair out of her face, and opened the window, just in case.

– Ego te daemonium... - black smoke exhaled from the candles when she started speaking the room felt suddenly dark as her words glew green in her mouth, she could taste them. Rotten, the last words fell from her mouth. - voco, da mihi custodiam!

The last of the glow fell from her mouth and ignited the pentagram. Her watery eyes didn't let her see. As the coughing fit receded she saw that a man was standing in the middle of it.

Well maybe man wasn't the word. It dressed all red, the same colour as its gravity defying hair. His smile was filled with endless pointed teeth that could no doubt maul her in a second. And the air had fallen to the undistinct sound of radio static.

– Oh.. Hello..? - her voice so small it was almost unaudible.

The red man looked down at the pentagram. Some assorted old objects, clearly mostly acquired from the trash, were scattered across the room.

He inspected the pile, looking for something familiar that could've summoned him here. There was a piece of an old wooden radio, so he changed his attention to the girl.

She looked tiny. Not becouse of being short, but becouse she was emaciated. The bones peeked through her movements, barely any meat to hold them together. Her eyes were sunken, dark rings surrounding them. Her hair was matted and thinning. It was difficult to tell her age. She looked so sick that he couldn't tell if she was 25 or 14.

– Quite a pleasure to be meeting you dear! I'm Alastor, infamous radio demon and best entertainer in hell! - a faint musical upbeat followed him around - May I ask where I am? Or... More exactly what am I doing here sweetheart?

His musical thread went through several compasses before she reacted, opening her mouth, almost shell-shocked.

– This wasn't meant to work. Like This - her hands signaled all over the room - It- it was just another dumb experiment, another failure to archive. You shouldn't exist! Only darkness after dead right? - her eyes grew bigger and desperate – It was supossed to be a ghoul!

He straightened his raggedy suit, unphased.

–Oh dear, my business is souls dealing!Don't be scared kiddo - he gets real close to her, passing an arm through her shoulders, they felt so fragile he stopped midtrack to squeezing her - I'll make it worth it, what you want, A sirens voice? Riches? or maybe someone you want gone? - he was cheerful and energetic - Or… you have another deal in mind? Because I'm not leaving without a Deal or a Soul, dar-ling.

The gutural voice glitches through heavy filters, as his neck cracked to an unatural position and his scleras where totally black.

The girl was terrified, but, noone that tries so hard to summon the supernatural is unprepared to make a deal. Besides her soul can't be worth much.

– I have one. - She didn't miss how the demon arched it's brow, surprised. She looked serious- I want protection. I want to live until it's my time. It shouldn't take too much, as I'm sure you've noticed, I reek of death, I've got a few months left if I'm lucky. And i want some fun, so my proposal is. You come by once a month. We have fun, I don't know, eat something or you get me a gift or something. And when I die my souls yours, but, only if I don't die of 'nything else than my illness. Also you can't hurt people without my permission, don't want to have that on my conscience. - The entire discourse was clearly well rehearsed, so much that she had relaxed repeating it After it was done though she returned to reality. Her eyes were confronted by an amused look from the radio demon- Um... Yeah that's about it. Do You want to add any clauses..?

– Quite impressive indeed, such a young lady... Your name is?

She swallowed before answering

– Lucía - the roll of the name in her mouth was clearly foreigner.

– Very good Lucía, we've got a deal then. - his smile stretched impossibly as he offered his hand forward neon energy overflowing

Her hand trembled slightly but picked up determination as it approached him.

– We've got a deal Alastor... - the house rattled. Shadows dancing through the room as pink and green magic exploded. The sheer force sent the girl flying to the floor.

Interesting, he thought, but he didn't have the time to think about it, the pentagram was lighting up, reclaiming him to hell.

– It's been a pleasure my dear! But I've gotta go back, see you in a month, Toodaloo!

[radiantlyrey]

Thinkin' 'Bout NaNoWriMo

It's getting to be that time of year again--that time when writers everywhere sit down and ask themselves important questions. Questions like, "Am I doing NaNoWriMo this year?" and "If I am doing NaNo, what am I even gonna write?"

I am planning to do an abridged NaNo this year--probably not more than 20k words for the whole month. (Part of me always wants to shoot for 50k, but the rest of me knows me better than that, and knows that down that path lies horrific burnout, so.) I am having trouble choosing which story I want to work on.

Which brings me to you, Tumblr.

Here are my current story ideas for NaNoWriMo. There are five of them, and I've listed a little summary for almost all of them, along with some personal pros and cons.

Idea #1: Fantasy Titanic This idea came to me in a dream two years ago (no, really). The basic gist is thus: What if Titanic (1997), but instead of a love story, it's a heist story, and also there are elves and magic and shit? The summary:

The grandest cruise ship of the century is setting off on its maiden voyage. Passengers include young Neela, who is crossing the ocean to meet her fiance before their wedding, and Alice, a sorceress and unwilling conwoman/thief whose mother has chosen Neela as their next mark. The con is nearly done when disaster strikes--the ship hits an iceberg and begins to sink. In the chaos that ensues, Alice must make hard choices, not least of which is who she wants to be if she survives.

Pros and Cons: +I already have the first half of the story plotted out. +I already have extensive profiles of my two main characters written.

-I have to do a lot more research on the actual ship and the disaster. -I feel like some of the plot I do have needs to be reworked.

Idea #2: Beauty and the Beast Retelling This story is a rewrite of a story I wrote about 15 years ago in my online writing group. I've been wanting to retackle it for a while now, and I spent some time this past spring making plans for it. I don't have a formal summary for it yet, but.

The story follows the basic shape of the original fairy tale, but with some modernization and fantasy twists. The story is set in the US, and it's set in a world where magic has been gone from the western world for well over a century. Other than that, things are more or less the same: Penniless father of three daughters gets lost on the way home from a trip, ends up at a mysterious and obviously magical mansion. He accidentally offends his host, a monstrous Beast, who demands the father give up one of his daughters to the Beast, or else return himself. The eldest daughter (rather than the youngest) agrees to go in her father's place.

Pros and Cons: +I have almost three-fourths of the story plotted out. +I am eager to revisit this idea and improve on my first attempt.

-I may need to do some more worldbuilding before drafting can begin. -I’m not sure if I have a good grip on my main character yet.

Idea #3: TRON/Pacific Rim Crossover I have had this idea for about five years now, and it's a basic "what if I mashed these two universes together?" style crossover. My concept is a series of fics that follow TRON character Quorra's point of view of the Kaiju War, and her journey towards eventually becoming a Jaeger pilot with Sam Flynn (another TRON character). I've got about five or six of the stories already plotted out, though I don't have much more of a summary.

Pros and Cons: +I know how the next few stories are meant to go. +I am feeling enthusiastic about the story as a whole, and am eager to continue work on it.

-I am kind of blocked on the second story, and have been for a while. -I’m still worried no one’s going to read this thin, so what's the point.

Idea #4: TRON '82 High Fantasy AU Not much to say about this one except that it's very new, but here's a summary:

Chesst styles himself the God-Emperor of the Seven Realms, and has outlawed worship of the old gods. Those who still cling to the ancient ways are consigned to the empire’s gladiatorial arenas, forced to fight to the death in dangerous games. Tron, a former knight-paladin of the realm of Enqor, has spent nearly a year in the arenas, fighting and surviving and keeping his faith alive. The gods have not forsaken him yet, and he knows they will not let Chesst’s blasphemy stand. When an amnesiac prisoner named Flynn arrives at Tron’s arena, Tron and his friend Ram are tasked with preparing him for the games. As Flynn recovers and trains, it becomes clear that he is much stronger than even Tron expected. He has access to a powerful magic that he cannot fully control, even with Tron mentoring him. As the start of the games approaches, Tron can only hope that Flynn’s true power can be concealed long enough for him to control it, and perhaps long enough for the three of them to escape.

Pros and Cons: +It’s a new idea, which means it could spark a lot of creativity. +I think it could be a fun idea to explore at length.

-I’d have to do a ton of worldbuilding to get ready to write it. -I also need to plot the whole thing (or at least part of it), with the original film as a guide.

Idea #5: The Face in the Mirror This is also a new idea and yet another TRON story. Concept came about a post on here about what might happen if one program's disc was put on another program's body. I've billed this one as a horror story; here's the summary:

Metz is having a little trouble with his memory. He remembers… horrible things, things that don’t make sense. He remembers derezzing, or at least, he thinks he does. His best friend and lover, Starr, says that it’s just a packet of bad code that will purge itself in time. She reassures him that he’s fine, and he wants to believe her, but… Sometimes, it’s like someone or something else is inside his body. And every time he sees his reflection, he’s startled by the face staring back at him…

Pros and Cons: +I know the basic shape of the story already. +The plot will probably fit my lower NaNoWriMo goal of 10-20k.

-I have no idea how to write a horror story. -I’m not sure I have enough enthusiasm for this idea right now.

I do not promise to abide by the results of this poll, but I'm interested to see what y'all think of my conundrum.

[sweatandwoe]

*jumps through door* idk about the prompt thing but singed x silco always intrigued me so singed helping silco with his eye or plans for a prompt if you can/want to write it? *breaks down window*

You said Silco helping with his eye and I said gay dads modern AU (probably) (also if you got any prompt plans, you can also DM me too!)

Silco x Singed Tags: Domestic Bliss, Probably Modern AU, Singed's first name is Corin, They have three kids (Orianna, Viktor and Jinx), husband's being vulnerable with each other is my fave actually, first time writing Sinco

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"Sweetheart."

"No."

"Darling."

"Corin, no."

The doctor frowns, dragging long fingers through the shorter man's dark hair. "It's for the best."

There's a groan below him, a face burying further into the crook of his neck, legs curling tightly on Singed's lap. "I don't need glasses."

The taller man sighs. "I was only implying it may be good to get them checked."

There's a huff against his neck. "I'm not old."

"I didn't say that." Fingers trail against the scalp, crawling towards the back of his partner's neck. "And besides, Silco, if I was implying you were old, I would be doing the same to myself."

That earns a slight pull back, The Eye of Zaun shifting in his arms to stare at him. "You know, you've never told me your exact age."

Singed hums, keeping an arm around the other man's waist, a physical connection while he pulls out his phone with his free hand. "And you're only attempting to ask now to try to distract me from setting up your optometrist appointment."

He's met with the stubborn silence of truth, and Silco working his tongue against his cheek. After a minute, nothing is said besides a heavy sigh from the man, before he resumes the position of snuggling his husband, pressing his face against his throat. "I don't want to go. They always ask about the eye."

"It will be fine." The hand moves up from the waist, to caress his back. "I'll make sure they know about it already."

A pause and Silco's fingers dig into his shoulders. "What if they give me a monocule?"

Singed doesn't miss a beat, eyes on his phone still as he looks up the email address to make the appointment. "You'll be called the Monopoly man instead of the Eye of Zaun for a few days until everyone gets used to it."

That earns a nip against his neck, that has Singed smiling again before clearing his throat. "Orianna said she wants to take you. Test out her driving skills and have lunch with her favorite step-parent."

"Bringing up the children? An evil tactic." There's a smile against the skin, before another kiss. "I'm almost proud."

A hum. "Your negotiation skills were bound to rub off."

" I think I can give you a good demonstration of how well I can negotiate, lovely. If you want to practice."

Singed doesn't even blink at the obvious offer. "I already had a demonstration in mind."

That gets an elegant eyebrow raise. "Oh?"

"I sleep here in the lab until you go." The other man stiffens in his arms. "You're welcome to join me. Though I think I'm getting another specimen shipment-"

"I'll go."

That earns a smile and a brush of lips to Silco's forehead. "Thank you."

There's another nip to his neck, that quickly becomes a few more, fingers moving from shoulders down to the folds of his jacket and pushing the fabric back. Silco is apparently determined to show him that neither of them were old.

Singed would allow him, at least until after the optometrist appointment. Then he'd let Silco know they were both old, but just to make the most out of it. Life was meant to be lived, no matter what age they were.

But for now, as lips trail over his skin, he'll enjoy Silco's attempt at retaining their youth.

[spine-buster]

I thought you said you were catholic? How can you be for abortion and claim to be catholic? Abortion rights are not human right, the sanctity of life supersedes this. As a catholic you should know and do better. Also you shouldn’t be posting this on your blog, we don’t come here to see that messaging.

Oh my darling, you are so very lucky that you sent this to me at a time when I've finished teaching for the summer, but you're still going to get educated today.

Don't you dare come on my blog and tell me what I can and can't post. For the record, if you're here for my fics, I want you to know that every single one of my OFCs is extremely pro-choice and have zero issue with abortion. If that's ruined my stories for you, oh fucking well.

I was born and raised Catholic, work in a Catholic environment, and I still practice the faith. However, there are portions of my faith that I staunchly don't agree with. That's healthy. You're going to sit there on your little keyboard and send me this message seriously? How many lives have been saved from stem-cell research, which the Catholic Church is against? What about birth control and how it tackles not just fertility, but a range of women's health issues like cysts and hormone imbalance that women used to literally die from? How can you argue that it's okay that women still can't become priests? Moreover, how can you justify the Church's covering up of systemic sexual abuse of young children and nuns? The hoarding of their wealth? The colonization they participated in and continue to participate in?

I wrote that abortion rights are human rights and I fucking meant it. You want to come on to my blog and talk to me about the sanctity of life? What about the sanctity of life of the person carrying the child? The sanctity of life of a clump of cells does not supersede anything. What if a person is not religious and doesn't believe in sanctity? Why should they abide by a Christian set of principles (but more on that later)? What about the life of the 11-year-old who was raped by her uncle and now has to carry his baby? What about the sanctity of her life? Or is she just some jezebel harlot who was asking for it, hmm? What do you have to say about that? Why is it that a group of cells has more rights than an 11-year-old child in Texas, in Georgia, in South Dakota, in Idaho? If a living, breathing, human being has been stripped of their right to bodily autonomy, privacy, and health, what is left? What goes next? They have already lost their ability to choose what is the best course of action for them in their life -- so who is to choose for them? Their father? Brother? Uncle? Their priest/deacon/pastor/religious leader? What right do they have to make a decision for another person?

"As a Catholic you should know and do better" bitch shut the fuck up. I do know better and do do better. Jesus never said anything about abortion. And don't even attempt to throw Leviticus or any other Old Testament verses at me. The Last Supper brought about the New Covenant, and Jesus' death is the basis of the promise in the New Covenant. The Old Covenant between God and Moses / Yahweh and the Hebrew people, with obedience to Mosaic Law is, for lack of a better term, deemed null and void because of Jesus and the Last Supper. Luke 22:20 explicitly states "And likewise the cup after they had eaten, saying 'This cup that is poured out for you is the new and everlasting covenant in my blood.'" THIS IS LITERALLY SAID DURING EVERY MASS BEFORE WE RECEIVE EUCHARIST. This is like basic Catholicism 101. If you had paid attention in religion class or Sunday school you may have remembered this. And, like, I'm not even gonna get STARTED on Catholic social teaching and the Corporal and Spiritual Works of Mercy.

Good fucking riddance. Get the hell of my blog and never come back.