#SWEET NOW I CAN PLAY ORIGINAL BIRTH BY SLEEP

[mandos-mind-trick]

Stella

Summary: You never thought it would happen. It wasn't supposed to, but it did. You're on the run from the Empire, pregnant with Crosshair's child. Feelings come to light and you get the chance to live your dream life both with the man you love, and your child's father.

Pairing: Hunter x reader, previous Crosshair x reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, unplanned pregnancy, brief discussions of abortion, mentions of a casual relationship, lots of discussion of pregnancy related stuff, lots of feelings, repressed feelings, description of labor but nothing graphic, may cause baby fever, brief mention of PTSD, major AU, kind of a crappy ending.

A/N: This was originally a very early version of how Midnight was gonna play out and I decided to change it and make it it's own story. I was going to post this for Father's Day but I just couldn't get a good feel for it that day and so I'm posting it a few days late. I'd also like to say I've never given birth, I based most of this off of what I learned going through my landlords pregnancy while she still lived with us.

Part 2 here

MASTERLIST

It comes out of nowhere. 

The nausea, the uncontrollable vomiting. The smells. You know they don’t smell good. Getting them to shower is like trying to brush a tooka. You had quickly grown accustomed to the sweaty man stench that permeated the air in the ship, only noticing it when it got exceedingly bad. 

Now it’s almost unbearable. 

You groan, pressing your head back into the wall behind you. Every little movement of the ship is sending your stomach rolling, but there’s nothing left in it to puke back up. You’re exhausted, but the thought of sleep is so far from your mind. 

“Are you...alright?” The gentle hand on your shoulder is almost too much. 

Sweet, sweet Hunter always looking out for you. 

“Don’t feel good.” You murmur, your words almost a slur in an attempt to move as little as possible. The last thing you need is to puke again. 

He moves away from you, speaking quietly with someone. You crack your eyes open as the presence returns, this one a little different. You jerk back as a datapad is thrust in your face, your hand weakly batting at Tech’s arm. 

“Body temperature is normal.” He says, moving the datapad down as he scans your body. “No sign of any respiratory distress either.” He lowers the datapad as you smack his arm again. 

“‘M fine.” You murmur, curling up in a ball. “Nauseous.” 

“Yes, it’s likely just a stomach ailment.” Tech says, moving to stand. “Bacteria related, from either food or contaminated water.” 

“But we eat the same food.” Wrecker says, listening in on the conversation. 

“Yes, but we were designed to be resistant to most common illnesses that nat-borns can be ailed with. They pass through us with hardly any symptoms.” Tech says. 

“Lucky you.” You murmur, leaning your head against the wall. It’s cold and feels nice against your skin. 

“She’ll be fine in a day.” Tech says, unconcerned as always. 

***

You are not fine. 

Your stomach had settled a bit later that day, enough to eat a ration bar and chug some water. You’d gotten some sleep, at least for a few hours. 

Then you’d puked through the landing on Ord Mantell. 

You drag your feet as you follow the guys to Cid’s, exhausted from the constant sickness. You lean against the bar, considering downing a bottle to either knock you out or at least give you an excuse to be puking your guts out. 

“I want you to stay here.” Hunter says, pulling you aside. “No offense, but you’re not exactly in the best shape.” 

You nod. “No complaints. I don’t think I’d want to go anyway.” 

“Omega is staying too.” He says. 

“Oh good. Maybe she can kick some ass at dejarik again.” You jest. 

A smile pulls at Hunter’s mouth. You’re still making jokes which is a good sign. “Keep an eye on her.” 

You wave your hand. “Yeah, yeah. I’m not going anywhere.” 

You slump over towards one of the booths, stretching out on it. 

Your eyes snap open as something hits the table in front of you. You look up blearily, seeing a cup sitting there. “What is that?” You slur, pushing yourself to sit up. 

“Water.” Cid says. “The kid says you need it.” 

“Thanks.” You murmur, shocked she’s not charging you for it. 

“What’s the matter with you anyway, sassy?” Cid asks. 

“Been sick to my stomach the last couple days.” You say, taking a sip of the water. It’s room temperature, likely from the tap, but it’s still water. “Tech said it's probably some bacteria. Something I ate.” 

“You sure you’re not pregnant?” 

You sit up a little straighter, the fog clearing. You stare at Cid, wide eyed. “What?” 

Cid shrugs. “I just figured, cute thing like you cooped up on a ship with a bunch of men...” She begins walking away. “They’re a bunch of fools if they haven’t even tried.” 

They have.

Successfully.

It started because you hated each other. Crosshair pushed your buttons more than anyone you’d ever met. He enjoyed it, pushing you to the point you were seeing red. He rarely ever saw consequences, Hunter stepping in before you could break his teeth or rearrange his face. 

You hated him. He was rude, crass, and downright mean to you for literally no reason other than things that were out of your control. You hadn’t chosen to be added to their squad. In fact, you would have preferred literally anything else. They weren’t unkind, well, most of them weren’t, you just weren’t happy about being cooped up in a far too small space with four, eventually five, men. 

Something shifted after you quite literally saved their asses. The 100% success rate would have been broken had you not been there to save the day. 

That was the first time you and Crosshair fucked. 

He had been seething, more so at his own failure and you having to be the one that saved the day, than anything else. You had wound up pinned to the fresher wall, his hips slamming into yours as his teeth drew blood on your neck and shoulders and his fingers left bruises on your hips. 

It became something after that. 

Hate fucking turned into just fucking which turned into...something. 

You wouldn’t call it love, at least not to him. You’re not sure he’s capable of that much. Lust, perhaps, was a better word. 

You fucked after every mission. Even between missions. You fucked in the fresher, in the bunks, even once in his bunk on Kamino. 

You felt bad for Hunter, but he never complained. 

He’d been the one to hold you while you cried endlessly about Crosshair’s betrayal. When you’d shut down, going through the basic emotions because a switch had been flipped in Crosshair and he’d turned into someone else. Someone who didn’t care. 

You’re still not over it, but at least you can ignore the pain now. 

Or, you thought you could. 

It couldn’t be possible. You both had implants. It was supposed to be impossible. 

It would have been...right before Kaller. 

That only makes it so much worse. 

****

Your hands are shaking as you make your way down the street. You had left Omega with Cid, not telling her where you were going, but she probably knew. You hadn’t even thought it could be a possibility. The symptoms checked out, though. The nausea, vomiting, sensitivity to stimuli. All the stereotypical signs you knew of. 

You hope to the Maker it’s some sort of bacteria, some foreign parasite slowly eating your insides. 

The clinic isn’t difficult to find. It’s tucked away in a corner, inconspicuous, unless you’re looking for it. You had considered going to the medical center, but you couldn’t trust they wouldn’t report you to the Empire. You had to be on some sort of wanted list now. 

So you had sought out a rather sketchy private clinic, paying upfront. You’re led back into a small room with old medical equipment. You take a seat on the table, anxiously awaiting the doctor’s arrival. 

An older woman steps into the room, giving you a quick once over. You probably look like most of her clientele. Young, desperate, nervous. You tell her why you’re there, the symptoms you’ve been experiencing. She instructs you to lay on the table, doing a quick scan head to toe. You stare at the screen, watching the results pop up. 

“There.” She points at a small dot in your uterus. “There’s a fetus, all right.” 

She zooms in, showing the small, deformed looking thing that could barely be described as human-like. Tears blur your vision for a moment and you hastily blink them back. 

“But...but how? We both have the...the implant.” You ask. 

“Implants are only 99% effective.” She answers. “They work most of the time, but then there’s still that 1%. If the conditions are right, viable pregnancy is still possible.” She studies the scan. “I’d say you’re about 8 weeks in. Still well within the realm of a safe termination, if that’s what you want.” 

You should. You can’t raise a child. Even if circumstances were different, you’re by no means capable of taking care of another human being. But...this is Crosshair’s baby. This may be the only part of him you ever get to see again. Can you really throw him away so easily like this? 

“I...I don’t know.” You whisper, staring at the screen still. 

“Well, I’ll remove your implant while you decide. Keeping it in any longer runs the risk of harm to the fetus. Replacing it will be easy.” You barely feel it, the quick cut and pull and then the cold bacta spray. You’ve gone numb. “Think on it.” She says, patting your shoulder. “Come back if you decide.” 

You walk out of the clinic in a daze. You’re not sure where you’re going, the world around you spinning. You’re pregnant. You’re pregnant with Crosshair’s baby. There’s a baby inside you. You feel like you may be sick. 

***

You’re not sure where you are. You’ve been wandering. You’re not even sure how long. You’re half dazed and lost. Even if you had been in your right mind, you’re not sure you could have found your way back now. You should stop, you should sit down, find a map, anyone that can point you where to go. 

You can’t stop walking. 

If you stop moving, you’ll have to feel. 

You don’t want to feel. 

You nearly walk straight into someone’s chest, a strong hand grips your arm to keep you standing. Your name is being called, drawing you from your dazed state. You look up, meeting a familiar pair of brown eyes. 

“Echo.” You say, blinking in surprise. 

It must be far later than you thought. 

“I’ve located her.” He says into his comm, looking you over. “She appears unhurt.” He holds you at arm length again, staring down at you. “What could you possibly be doing clear across town?” 

“I’m...what?” You look around. You don’t recognize anything. 

He pulls you slightly closer, looking at your eyes, checking your head. “No head injury that I can see. Cid said you left on an errand. You’ve been gone for hours.” 

“Oh.” Is all you can say. 

“Hunter is not pleased.” 

The words bring tears to your eyes. Of course he’s not. You’re in for a brutal reprimanding when you return. You’re not sure you can handle it. You don’t have much of a choice as Tech all but pulls you along behind him in the streets, leading you back towards the spaceport. 

At least Cid wouldn’t have to bear witness to your reprimanding. 

You’re already in tears by the time you’re climbing the steps to the Marauder, the others already back. Hunter turns on you as soon as you enter, his face stern and eyes practically blazing. 

“What the hell were you thinking?” He snaps, stomping towards you. “Running off alone like that, wandering around the city unprotected. You put all of us at risk being that careless!” 

“Hunter,” Echo warns, taking a step closer to the angry clone, but Hunter ignores him. 

“You can’t keep making these stupid mistakes. What if you had been seen? What if something had happened? You left Omega alone, wandered off somewhere doing what? What was so important that you selfishly put all of us at risk?” 

You can’t help it. You deserve the reprimanding for being so careless, but you still can’t help it. The tears come, flooding down your cheeks and dripping onto the floor of the Marauder. A sob tears from your lips, your body folding in on itself as you cry. 

Hunter and the others blink in surprise. You never cry. Not all the times you’d been injured, not when you watched the regs shoot General Billaba, not when Crosshair had betrayed all of you. You wanted to. You desperately wanted to cry over Crosshair, over losing everything, but you hadn’t. 

Now everything comes out at once. 

“I’m pregnant.” You sob, squeezing your eyes shut, hoping it might stop the tears. It doesn’t. They still keep falling. 

The Marauder is still in stunned silence. Your legs threaten to give out, Tech guiding you into one of the seats. You bury your face in your hands, unable to stop the tears from falling. 

Echo puts a gentle hand on your shoulder, kneeling down next to you. “It’s Crosshair’s, isn’t it?” 

You nod, inhaling shakily. “Eight weeks. Right before Kaller.” 

“But you both have implants.” Echo says. “That should be impossible.” 

“Technically the implants are only 99% effective. Though the chance is small, there’s still a chance of pregnancy even with both parties being protected.” Tech says. “We’ll need to remove the implant if you intend on seeing the pregnancy through.” 

“Are you going to keep it?” Echo asks. 

“I don’t know.” You sigh. “I shouldn’t. I can’t raise a baby in this. It’s too dangerous. The Empire and bounty hunters chasing us, the dangerous missions we’re being sent on. We live on a ship that’s too small for us already, I can’t have a baby in here. I shouldn’t.” 

“But...it’s Crosshair’s.” Echo says, voicing the unspoken.

You curl in on yourself again, wrapping your arms around yourself. You’re not sure you’re ready to let Crosshair go yet. 

“I think you should take some time. Consider your options.” Echo says. 

“We don’t have time.” You croak. “I can’t go on missions like this.” 

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” Hunter finally says. “I think we all need to get some sleep.” 

He at least has the heart to look guilty. 

***

You can’t sleep. 

You had ensured them you were fine on the floor still, at least for now. You knew you weren’t going to sleep, so the thought of taking one of their spots is too much. You’re not sure what you’re going to do. You don’t want to terminate the pregnancy, but you may not have a choice. You can always leave, go off on your own. You don’t want to, though. The boys are like family now. 

You rise from the floor, heading towards the front of the ship. Hunter is in the cockpit, having stayed up to keep watch. You’re still in the dock on Ord Mantell, and the ship is locked and secured, but still he insisted on staying up. 

You sit in the pilot’s seat, not bothering to announce yourself. He knows. He probably knew you weren’t sleeping. 

It’s quiet between you two for a few moments. You’re both staring out the viewport, refusing to look at each other. 

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” He finally says, glancing at you. “I had no idea.” 

“You couldn’t have known.” You say. “Cid was the one that suggested it. When I told her I was sick she immediately asked if I was pregnant. I had to know. I went to some backdoor clinic. Somewhere that wouldn’t ask questions.” 

“Do you want to keep it?” He asks. 

“It’s a baby, Hunter.” You chastise. Over the last few hours, you’d been thinking more and more about the fact there’s an actual human growing inside of you.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” 

You finally look at him, meeting his gaze. It's the serious look you recognize, the look of a Sergeant worried about one of the soldiers under his command. But there's something deeper. Something more under that gaze. 

"The smart thing is to terminate. You know that and I know that." You say. "Before the war, I never thought about having children. I never considered it. I never wanted it. But then Omega came into our lives and...I started to think maybe I do want a family. Maybe I do want children." You look back out the viewport. "I don't want to keep the baby just because of Crosshair. That wouldn't be fair." You shake your head. "The war's over. If the situation had been different, I would have gone back to my life and had to decide what comes next. Maybe...maybe I want to settle down. Maybe I want kids and a house and a boring job. I don’t want to leave, but...Hunter I’m tired.” You turn to look at him again. 

“I know.” He says. The look is still there in his eyes. He knows. He knows better than any of them. “It’s your decision. Whatever you decide to do, you know we’ll support you completely. I think you’ll make a great mother.” 

You smile, leaning your head back against the seat. “Thanks. In my daydreams about my life, I’m not a single mother, but I guess some things don’t happen in the order you expect them to.” 

“Crosshair isn’t the...paternal type.” Hunter says. “Even if he knew...” 

You shake your head. “Crosshair wasn’t ever part of those daydreams.” He looks at you in surprise, but your gaze is out the viewport again. “I know he didn’t love me. I don’t even think he liked me. We fucked because it was easy. Stress relief. I...I don’t think I loved him either. He...He was rough. He hurt me sometimes, but I never said anything. I know he needed it, and it was easy to pretend with him.” You lift one of your legs, resting your heel on the edge of the seat. “I...I liked someone else when I first joined. But they were unattainable, and Crosshair just...jumped right in. I don’t regret it. I knew it would end when the war did. I just never thought I’d be here.” 

“I don’t think any of us did.” Hunter says. “None of us could have guessed what was going to happen two months ago. I never knew how you felt about Crosshair. I thought...maybe he was the one you liked. I could hear your heart rate pick up, the way your breathing quickened, I could smell the sweat, see and hear every little nervous twitch and shift. I thought it was about him. I tried not to let it bother me. I shouldn’t have...I would have been decommissioned if anyone just heard my thoughts.” 

You turn the seat, staring at him wide eyed. Your heart is pounding harder than it was a moment ago. “Hunter...” 

“I was in love with you from the first time we met. You already knew our names, knew all about us. You...cared. Kriff, I wanted to tell you. I wanted to confess, but I knew it was a risk. Then Crosshair...I had to accept that you didn’t feel the same way.” 

Tears pool in your eyes once more as you stare at him. Had he felt the same way? Had he been willing all this time, even after you had fallen in bed with Crosshair to forget? 

Hunter moves from the copilot seat, kneeling in front of you. “I’ll find us a place, somewhere safe to settle down. Someplace you can have your house and your family and Omega can be a kid. Just tell me that I’m the one in that daydream.” 

A tear slides down your cheek as you stare at him. “You can be.” 

He cups your face, brushing the tear from your cheek. “Can I kiss you?” 

You nod, closing your eyes as he leans in. The kiss is soft, hesitant but you can feel the emotion behind it. All those times he’d had to lay there, all those times he’d been forced to listen to you and Crosshair and he never said anything. 

He wraps his arms around you, tugging you onto the edge of the seat. You feel tears prick your eyes once more. He shushes you, pressing small kisses against your lips. 

“Hunter.” You quietly sob, trying to pull away. “I’m so sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” He says, pulling you against his chest. “I won’t lie and say it didn’t hurt, but I thought you were happy and that’s all I ever wanted. I could live with it, so long as you were happy.” 

You cling to him tighter, clutching onto the edges of his armor. You hate crying. You hate it, but you can’t stop. “Stupid pregnancy hormones.” You cry. “I hate this.” 

“It’s alright.” He says, rubbing your back. “We’ll get through this.” 

His words don’t help, only making you cry harder. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve the whole galaxy, cyare.” He says, kissing the side of your head. “While I can’t give all that to you, I’ll give you what I can.” 

***

You don’t get your chance to find your new home right away. 

Instead you find yourselves back on Kamino. You had avoided all of the action, Hunter refusing to allow you to join them. 

You stand on the landing platform, staring at Crosshair. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him. The last time, he’d been so willing to kill you for the Empire. You also hadn’t known at that time that you were pregnant. 

You walk up to him, staring hard at him. He glares at you, not unusual for him. He was being stubborn, determined not to come with you despite the Empire having just tried to kill all of you. You know they don’t care. However loyal he is, he’ll never be anything but expendable to them, just like to the Republic. 

“Crosshair,” You hate the way your voice wavers. “I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant and it’s yours.” 

His glare hardens, staring hard at you. He knows you’re not lying, at least about being pregnant. You’re beginning to show, hardly more than a small bump but it’s very noticeable that it hadn’t been there before. 

“You deserve to know that what happened between us was nothing more than physical.” You continue. “I never really had true feelings for you. I don’t expect you to be with me. I don’t expect you to even be a parent to this child, but they deserve to have you in their life, and you deserve to be in theirs. So march your ass over there and get on that ship.” You point behind you at the ship. 

He narrows his eyes at you. “Why would I want to do that?” 

“Don’t be a prick, you know damn well that the Empire doesn’t care about you. You’re expendable to them, just like you were to the Republic.” You curse the tears gathering in your eyes. “Your brothers love you, Crosshair. Yes, they left and I can attest to the fact they regret it. Get your ass on that ship now before I have Wrecker come out here and drag you on board.” 

He continues to glare at you for a moment before his shoulders sag a bit. You know you’ve gotten to him, but you don’t back down, even as he walks past you. He climbs the steps to the ship slowly, passing Hunter as he goes. Hunter puts a hand on your back, and you feel a bit of a weight come off your shoulders. Crosshair’s back and safe, and you’re all dead in the Empire’s eyes. 

***

You put a hand on your stomach, breathing for a moment. The pressure is getting worse, something you can no longer ignore. You push yourself to stand, making your way towards the fresher. 

“Again?” Crosshair asks as you pass the couch. 

“Well, if your child would stop kicking me in the bladder, I wouldn’t have to go so much.” You snap, though you’re not so much angry as annoyed. 

It’s been nine months since that fateful day before Kaller, nine months since your lives had changed and fallen apart. You’ve been working hard to piece your lives back together slowly. It will never go back to being the same, and you all know that. 

Finding this planet has been a lifesaver. Far off the beaten track, filled with nothing but farmlands, it hadn’t been hard to decide this was your new home. You had found an abandoned, worn down place and fixed it up, making it your own. Tech had built more than enough rooms, but they had quickly realized sleeping alone was a lot harder when you’d had someone around you your entire life. 

Wrecker had quickly moved into Tech’s room, both of them usually keeping different sleep schedules, and Tech usually passed out hard enough Wrecker’s snoring didn’t bother him. Crosshair had moved into Echo’s room silently, both of them still plagued by nightmares. Omega was the only one thrilled to have her own room, and a real bed. 

Of course, you and Hunter had taken the largest room, which had quickly become stuffed with things for the baby. 

You knew the change had been a bit jarring for Crosshair. Even if he hadn’t felt much of anything for you, you hadn’t missed the jealousy that had crossed his face whenever you and Hunter were close. He never said anything, he never acted on anything, just silently brooding as he usually did. 

Things changed when you’d held him one night, his head in your lap, fingers laced with his as he shivered through another nightmare. Something shifted between you two, an understanding. Even though you weren’t involved physically with each other any more, he was still the father of your child. You still cared for him and wanted him around. 

You were in love with Hunter, but you still cared about Crosshair. 

It had come so easily, the love and affection between you and Hunter. He loved your unborn child like she was his, even if she was technically his brother’s baby. Tech had proudly jumped in, correcting you that since they were clones, technically the baby could genetically be all of theirs. Of course, with Crosshair’s enhancements, it was uncertain how much they would affect the baby, how much of those enhancements would pass on to offspring. 

That only made you worry, and it often kept you up at night. Would something like their accelerated growth pass on? It was hard enough coming to terms that you would likely outlive all of them. You can’t stand the thought of outliving your children too. 

You sink down on the couch next to Crosshair after finishing in the fresher. He passes a sideways glance at you before going back to whatever he was doing on his datapad. You let out a sigh, stretching your legs out. Your feet and ankles are swollen, something you’ve come to terms with. They’re always swollen, always aching. Something’s always hurting. 

Being pregnant certainly had its ups and downs. Did you regret it? No, but you couldn’t wait for it to be over. Of course, once it was over, there was an entirely new battle to face. You’d have a newborn baby, another human entirely reliant on you to care for them. That idea scared you more than actual childbirth. 

You lean your head back, relaxing on the couch in the quiet of the house. Wrecker, Tech, and Echo were in the barn working on some upgrades before the harvest season. Hunter had gone into town to pick up Omega from a friend’s house. It was just you and Crosshair, both of you happy to sit in silence. 

You’re nearly asleep when the door opens, Omega and Hunter coming in. Omega is talking about something animatedly, Hunter only halfway listening.

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up then you can help start dinner.” He says, steering her down the hallway. He bends down, kissing the top of your head. “Feeling alright, cyare?” He murmurs, leaning over the back of the couch. 

You open your eyes, smiling up at him. “Yeah. But if I have to visit the ‘fresher one more time because this baby is kicking me in the bladder, I might scream.” 

He chuckles lightly, kissing your forehead. “She’s going to be a fighter.” 

“She already is. She’s been beating me up for six months.” You pout. “I can’t wait until she’s here.” 

“Tech says any day now. If she’s not here in two weeks, we may have to consider inducing.” 

You make a face. “I’d rather not. It’s bad enough Tech is going to be the third member of this squad to see my vagina.” 

Crosshair’s shoulders shake as he laughs silently. 

“We might as well invite Wrecker and Echo in, make it a full set.” You push yourself up from the couch. “Everyone gets to see my vagina.” You start making your way down the hall. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to scream in the ‘fresher.” 

***

You can’t sleep. It’s early, the sky still dark out the window. Hunter is awake too, his arms wrapped around you, cradling your stomach. She’s been moving a lot, every time you’d settled and gotten close enough to rest, she’d move again, pushing on some organ inside you. 

You’d given up on sleeping. Hunter had snoozed for a bit, but he’d been awake most of the night too. He had told you not only could he hear her heartbeat, but he could also hear her moving. It freaked you out, and you can only imagine how he feels. His nose is pressed against your neck, inhaling deeply. 

“Are you smelling me?” You ask quietly. It wasn’t unusual, he smelled you more than what most would consider normal, but you knew with his senses he could pick up even the smallest change if he focused. 

“I think it’s going to happen soon.” He says, kissing your shoulder. “She sounds different.” 

You sigh. “I hope so. I can’t stand this waiting.” 

You’d lost your mucus plug a week ago. Tech had said she could come at any time now. AZI’s predicted due date was technically tomorrow, but if you didn’t go into labor by next week, Tech said you’d need to be induced. 

You were hoping that was not going to be needed. You’ve been having some light cramping since yesterday, but nothing substantial. 

You smooth your hands over your stomach, breathing out a sigh. “Come on, baby girl. I know you want out as much as I want you out.” You push yourself up to sit, rubbing your eyes. “Hunter?” He grunts in response. “Will you get me some of the leftover meat from last night?” 

You can practically hear his smile as he pushes himself up. “You want some fruit too?” 

“No, just the meat.” 

He gets up, heading down the hall to the kitchen. He had grown used to your strange cravings quickly, keeping many things on hand just in case. There was never any waste, as Wrecker would eat anything and everything you didn’t want. You move to the rocking chair in the corner, hoping you can get her to settle enough that you can get some sleep. Once you go into labor, you know sleep will be impossible. 

Half the day passes and there’s no sign yet. The cramps have started to increase a bit, getting more uncomfortable than painful. Hunter sticks close, watching and waiting. He’s hovering a bit, but you know it’s just what he’s going to do. 

You spend a lot of the day on the couch, trying to relax and sleep as much as possible. You get up every so often, stretching your legs. You’re in the kitchen when it happens, something wet leaking down your thighs. 

“Well, either this is very embarrassing, or my water just broke.” You say. 

Chaos erupts, both Hunter and Tech trying to see. Omega is jumping excitedly as Echo tries to contain her, poor Wrecker looking around confused. Crosshair is the only calm one, seated at the table. The only movement he makes is moving the toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. 

You move into the bedroom as planned, having refused Tech’s offer to give birth in his lab. It was much more sterile, he insisted, but you wanted to be comfortable. This was already going to be awful, the least you could get was some comfort. 

The contractions begin to get stronger into the night, most of what you had to do now was more waiting. At least things were moving. Sometime in the next two days the baby would come. You shift through various positions sitting and standing, just trying to be comfortable through the contractions. Tech and Hunter wait patiently, Hunter helping support you when needed. AZI does regular scans, checking on the baby’s progress, making sure she’s not in distress. 

The only thing that’s missing is Crosshair.

You wanted him to be present for the birth, since this was his daughter. He deserved to see the birth of his child. Even if he wanted nothing to do with her, he deserved to see her be born. 

“Go tell Crosshair to get his toothpick chewing ass in here.” You grit out after another contraction. They’re getting closer and closer together, the time getting closer and closer. 

Hunter steps out, leaving you leaning against the side of the bed. He returns shortly after, Crosshair stepping in. Whatever Hunter had said, it had motivated him without much of an argument. 

You wave him over, leaning against his chest. “I’m gonna kill you after this.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around him. “This sucks.” 

He wisely keeps his mouth shut, wrapping his arms around you. You squeeze him as another contraction tears through you, the night getting later and later. 

It’s not until early in the morning when it happens. Hunter sits behind you, propping you up and supporting you. Crosshair kneels beside the bed, holding your hand as you push. Tech kneels at the end of the bed, AZI keeping a live scan to make sure everything is going fine. 

You’re half delirious, weak and exhausted as you bring your daughter into the world. Tech lays her on your chest, getting the warm rags to clean her off. Tears blur your vision as you listen to her cry, letting go of Hunter and Crosshair to hold her. She’s so small, so delicate. You can hardly believe it’s happened, it’s finally over. 

Tech has to practically pry her from your arms to check her over and clean her up, Hunter helping clean you up. He and Crosshair get you settled in bed, Tech bundling your daughter in a blanket before passing her off to you. 

You hold her, staring down at her in awe. You can hardly believe she’s really here, your baby is finally here with you. She’s so tiny and pink, with a shock of white hair on top of her head. You smile, tears rolling down your cheeks as you stare at her. 

“She’s so beautiful.” You whisper, holding her close. “You made a beautiful baby, Crosshair.”

“I think that’s all you.” He says, moving closer to you as Hunter all but shoves him closer. 

You smile. “Would you like to hold her?” 

He blinks at you for a moment. You shift, offering her over. He takes her hesitantly, like he’s scared of breaking her. You adjust her in his arms, making sure they’re both comfortable. He stares down at her for a long time, like he can’t believe he really made her, like she’s not real. 

You smile, watching him as his eyes soften a bit, his finger lifting to trace her cheek. She opens her eyes, staring up at him. They look like little shining stars, and you hope they’ll be brown like his. 

“Have you thought of a name?” Tech asks, cleaning up the rest of the mess. 

You had discussed it with both Hunter and Crosshair, the latter being less enthusiastic about having to choose. You wanted his input, even if he was positive he wanted nothing to do with raising her. 

“Stella.” Crosshair answers, still staring down at her face. 

You had brought that name forward as an option, adding it to the neverending list of possibilities. You had decided to wait to officially choose, wanting one that would match her perfectly. 

You glance at Hunter and he gives a small nod. “Stella it is.” 

Hunter wraps his arms around you, letting you lean against his chest. “Get some rest, mesh’la.” He says, kissing your head. “You did a lot of work. She’s in good hands.” 

Crosshair glances up at Hunter, Hunter giving him a reassuring smile. Maybe he does want to be part of her life after all. 

Taglist:

@bobaprint, @star-trekker-0013, @rosechi, @lune-de-miel-au-paradis

[thetormentita]

the woman in winter (se ābra isse sōnar) - prelude

the gods can be cruel, but they always leave a chance to see the bright side in every tragedy.

Pairing: original female! Targaryen/Viserys Targaryen (platonic)

A/n: behold Viserys and his upteenth tragedy! Rhaenyra was not always his chosen heir, but here we go again!

Rating: Teen (+13)

Tagging list: @novaursa @maegelletargaryen

The fool had returned home with a baby, and the heart of the King had softened at the sight, his mind bringing up memories once lost, of princess Alyssa flying with her children atop Meleys, the Red Queen.

If only she had had the chance to meet her grandchildren…

The babe, a little girl peacefully asleep close to the prince’s chest, had called the court’s attention, everybody instantly claiming bastardy upon her only for the tuft of black hair of hers.

“Her name is Elia, Father.” he had said, proud and hurt at the same time. “I couldn’t leave her behind. I just couldn’t.”

If the prince would have done things right, maybe the Iron Throne would have been able to get closer to Dorne, and the little girl would have perfectly represented the final union of all Westeros under the same rule as Aegon the Conqueror intended, but the premature death on the birthbed of the lady Dayne had left him with little margin to maneuver.

“I wanted to do things right, I swear.” Prince Baelon cannot stop looking at his baby daughter as she sleeps, her little fists clenched in the soft, warm blanket. “We planned to come after the birth, when Mara had gained her strength back.” His voice breaks when he talks about the lady of Starfall, now dead and forever lost to the realms of men.

Viserys conforts his son as best as he can. Memories of his own lost wife and the pain of childbirth still fresh in his mind.

Sweet Aemma would have loved to see her grandchildren.

It takes him a few days to be able to talk with his son and heir about the parentage of his daughter, and it shocks him the reaction of his Small Council when they decide it would be best for little Elia to remain as a bastard, even Jasper Wylde and Larys Strong dare to suggest giving up the girl to the Faith or the Silent Sisters.

“We are talking about my own granddaughter, Seven Hells!” he bangs the robust table with his fist, the mere idea of losing that little girl from his sight makes him sick. “She is my blood! She shall grow up as a princess of the realm, among her cousins and my children with the Queen.”

Only when the council finishes Lyonel Strong dares to approach him, the name of Baelon’s daughter still on his lips.

When the Stepstones rise against the Iron Throne again, it is Baelon the one who leads the attack, recklessly wanting to prove himself and show the realm how fit he would be to succeed Viserys as a future king. He almost kneels before his own son to beg for him to stay in the capital, because war is damgerous and the Stepstones have proven a treacherous ground for many who sought glory there.

But Baelon flies there.

And Baelon dies.

The blow leaves him breathless. His mind breaking in tiny little pieces when his generals, his own brother among them, bring him the news, and a wooden box with ashes in it, because a Targaryen shall be incinerated.

The court mourns little of its former heir, and all eyes lay upon the little Elia, the girl who is playing with her cousins when he arrives at the conservatory, carefully under the eye of a kingsguard and a septa, who watch over the children like a hawk guarding its nest.

“What now?” she mumbles, her little face struck with a grief she should not have to feel, less being that young.

“I will take care of you, my sweet.” he cups her face with a hand, his thumb stroking gently the soft cheek, trying his best to assure her.

Nobody dares to question the little girl’s future before him after the passing of the prince.

Nobody but Lyonel Strong.

It is him the only one to put some perspective upon the situation, and Viserys lets him talk in a futile attempt to ease his own grief.

“There is an option.” says the Riverman when they are observing princess Rhaenyra’s sons play with Elia, carefully hidden in the king’s solar. “If you decide making Rhaenyra your heir, Jacaerys shall follow her.”

“You are stating the obvious, Lyonel.”

“Marry Baelon’s daughter to Rhaenyra’s eldest son” Viserys looks at him with weary eyes, silent, his mind too tired to even focus on that obvious thought. “They are close in age, good friends and have grown up together. They are made for each other, and you know it as well as I do. If they become husband and wife they can stay around under your protection, and not by your children, but by theirs you will strengthen the main line of House Targaryen.”

[osatokun]

Tell us more about Glinda!

the original one, not the tiefling one?

She is an npc in the vampire the masquerade ttrpg chronicle I'm playing with my friends. I play that chubby sweet vampire man.

I put the story under the cut, as it's pretty dark

She is a changeling form the House Balor. Once she was a queen of the changelings of the New Orleans, back in 90s. She was so strong that she even created a wildly strong chimerical creature, a Dragon, who, ofcourse, could take a human form. Glinda always had prophetic dreams and she knew that soon her changeling people will extinct, the era of wonder will be over. Should I mention, that changeling soul wakes up early in kids, and closer to 20-25 years it usually goes back to sleep, resting inside human body unless that human dies. The human doesn't remember they were a fae creature once.

So, the young teen Glinda was talked into the apocalypse. Pentex or nephandi (both?) talked her into giving birth to a changeling-spirit creature, that will destroy big part of the world, but the other half survives and start believing in wonders again, giving strenght to changelings. This way changelings could survive.

Could they make it differently? Ofcourse they could. But they didn't miss on a chance to rape a teen and destroy her child's soul. Plus, the time was right, the Eye of Balor appeared in the sky (or the Red Star, as vampires named it). But the other changeling House, house Beaumayn, who also known to be seers, riot and freed her chimera. The Dragon burned (by that time pregnant) Glinda in chimerical flame, which had to kill her changeling soul and her spirit-child. But the spirit survived and ran away into the depths of the Umbra, and Glinda's changeling soul fell asleep. The connection with this spirit creature helped her changeling part to survive.

Beaumayns took the lead of the changelings of the city, "imprisoned" Glinda and made the Dragon her jailer. For regular people it looked like a marriage(it sounds funny when I word it this way) .The Dragon, Gregory Dequir in human form, did his best to make Glinda feel like she is nothing, a zero, not even a person and tried to control her every step. Time passed, changelings woke up and fell back asleep, and pretty soon Dragon was the only one who remembered this story and had a good chance to shape it however he wanted. Everyone hated her, a lot respected him, but no one knew the reason she made this choice, no one even knew what exactly she made. (Gregory, also known as Dragon)

But despite everything she grew up into a very kind loving person. 20 years passed. She became an art teacher, always caring about her students and protecting them, just as she did when she was a queen. She kept her courage too, and now and then tried to sneak from the Dragon. Even tho she had no personal budget, even tho he tried to control all her contacts, she found ways for sneaking from time to time. Should I say, that's how she met Charlie, who was looking for changelings at this point and..at the same time was hungry and horny ?

They met in the art gallery. Quickly she lured him in a more private place ( don't laugh, it was the rest room).She needed to be quick while Dragon wasn't around. Charlie never bit her, no. He ended up fighting frenzy and crying, trying to ignore his visions. He got scared by the big, never healing scar on her chest. There is nothing he can do about it, he just can't feed on people who has skin problems, its one of his core mental issues that can't be healed. But still he didn't want to upset her too much so he didn't ran away screaming, he put all his fading strength just to cry like a little child. She tried to calm him, but when he started to say that he feels sorry for her, the wound looks so bad it must be really painful (etc etc) it hit her pride and she walked away.

Charlie however tried to figure who she is, what she is. He tried to find a changeling who asked him for help, but poor vampire didn't know how exactly this changeling looks like. So he made a thing that he makes very rare - he looked into her soul to learn her true self. And he fell in love, insanely, in that very moment, as he never seen anyone more brave, more beautiful , just like a little brave robin with her burnt mark over her heart, she fought the horrific Dragon.

I won't bore you with the year long story of the gaming sessions. In short, he found the way to return memory to Glinda and the younger changeling (the one who asked for help, Monica). It requires to go to the umbra and survive in Arcadia's wood, but no matter, he did it.

Other noble changelings seemed to look for the way to get rid of the Dragon without doing it themselves. Dragon had too much power, both physical and social, and he became (or always were) the banal chimera so he hurt changelings just by existing near them. So the conflict of the chimera and the vampire, who seemed to be too stupid to retreat, attracted their attention. Charlie ended up fighting the Dragon on the changeling court, and the king of the house forces another very old vampire to give my dude a sword. That sword contained a demon(which ofcourse Charlie didn't know) and, when Charlie was one hit from gis final death, he made a contract with the creature from the sword. One hour and ten minutes inside his body, for the feath of the Dragon and Dragon only. Charlie knew it was a horrible idea, but couldn't stand the idea of Glinda's death, Monica's death and his firend's, Veronica's death. So the demon turned dragon into a regular human being, this way killing the Dragon and making him a regular mortal, and used vampire's body to run away. Oh, the swords keeper aka demons jailer wasn't happy at all..but Charlie deserved all what he got.

Anyway, lets get back to Glinda. After the death of the Dragon, the jailer, Glinda was free ( so do Gregory). He divorced her and she could start her new life. Charlie gave her the healing that restored broken connections of her changeling soul and ran straight into the Umbra, to restore her memory. Monica and her friends (a werewolf, a ghost, a changeling-satyr and chimera) followed her a day after. Time works differently in Umbra, so Glinda spent a whole month here, the kids spent a week or so. They met to that spirit face to face, they fought, and they escaped. Glinda even managed to steal the symbol of her connection to the spirit, a Golden Chalice. All that time Charlie waited near the portal-painting for their return.

A couple days after Charlie and Glinda stared to date. She told him her story, he told her his, and also shared his true name to show his feelings for her. They quickly moved together and shared bits of their curses: Charlie took a bit if the spirit curse, she took a little bit of his demonic one. And finally, they got married. There are still incredible amount of dangers, the mummy is trying to get their (kinda now adopted) daughter Monica, the spirit getting closer and closer to the surface, Charlie's demon is still walking the earth and, ofcourse, vampiric community isn't happy with changelings at all ( I don't think changelings thinks positively about Charlie too).But they have their little family, their smol house, they even managed to create a new chimerical cat together, they are determined to survive and win. (curse sharing was a pretty sweet scene they both sung a song and put bits of their powers into small bat pins)

They even got the True Love merit!

Edit:

In the end, they worked with the occult council of the city ( vampires, werewolves and mages were there) to slay Glinda's spir. Charlie made a deal with a local settite leader Manon asking to help out with Glinda's ritual in return. Council succeed but flooded the city (not too badly, but still 😔). And Charlie's demon was trapped by other much more powerful vampires and he did his best to resist demon till the end.

Now happily married couple is traveling together, looking for the new deadly adventures x)

[scotianostra]

January 15th 1803 saw the birth of Marjory Fleming, "Pet Marjory", child writer and poet, who died in 1811 of meningitis at the age of 8 years and 11 months.

One of my favourite, yet tragic tales, young Pet Marjory is a touching story of a wee lass that packed so much into her short life.

Marjory Fleming was an extraordinary child prodigy, she left poems, letters and a journal that are now one of the treasures of the National Library of Scotland; and in 1889 Sir Leslie Stephen, Virginia Woolf's father, wrote an entry about her for the original Dictionary of National Biography, believing that 'no more fascinating infantile author has ever appeared. What makes this all the more remarkable is, Marjory was a mere 8 years old when she died.

It’s been said she was a distant relative of Sir Walter Scott, although there is no real evidence they ever met Robert Louis Stevenson and Mark Twain also thought highly of her.

Marjory spent most of her sixth, seventh and eighth years in Edinburgh being tutored by her teenage cousin, Isabella Keith. Isabella is mentioned is the somewhat odd opening line of Marjory’s famous journal: ‘Many people are hanged for Highway robbery Housebreking Murder &c. &c. Isabella teaches me everything I know and I am much indebted to her she is learnen witty & sensible.’

Marjory returned to Kirkcaldy in July 1811, and wrote on 1 September to her cousin, ‘We are surrounded with measles at present on every side’. She herself contracted measles in November and although she apparently recovered, died in December from what is now thought to have been meningitis. She was a month short of her ninth birthday.

Marjory was an accomplished and witty poet and diarist although she was not published until 50 years after her death. Her writings became hugely popular in the Victorian period albeit with the published editions altered as some her her language was thought inappropriate for an eight year old. The first account of her was given by a London journalist in the Fife Herald and reprinted as a booklet entitled Pet Marjorie: a Story of Child Life Fifty Years Ago. The nickname ‘Pet’ and the spelling of her name with ‘ie’ were inventions of her biographer: both appear on Marjory’s gravestone in Abbotshall Kirkyard, Kirkcaldy erected in 1930.

Marjory’s precocious intellect is noted in the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography: ‘She records enjoying the poems of Pope and Gray, the Arabian Nights, Ann Radcliff’s ‘misteris [sic] of udolpho’, the Newgate calendar, and ‘tails’ by Maria Edgworth and Hannah More.’ Her abilities are also apparent in the pithy comments in her journal and in her valiant attempts to write in rhyming couplets.

Robert Louis Stevenson is quoted as saying, ‘Marjory Fleming was possibly – no, I take back possibly – she was one of the noblest works of God.’

I had a hunt around and found a few of her poems and have picked out two that I liked best the first is written about her cousin with whom she lived in Edinburgh, the simplicity and innocence of the poem I must admit has brought a tear to my eye, especially as it written by a 6 year old……“

My Dear love Isabella”

Here lies sweet Isabell in bed,

With a night-cap on her head;

Her skin is soft, her face is fair,

And she has very pretty hair;

She and I in bed lie nice.

And undisturbed by rats and mice;

She is disgusted with Mr. Worgan,

Though he plays upon the organ.

Her nails are neat, her teeth are white,

Her eyes are very, very bright;

In a conspicuous town she lives,

And to the poor her money gives;

Here ends sweet Isabella’s story,

And may it be much to her glory.I love in Isa’s bed to lie,

Oh, such joy and luxury!

The bottom of the bed I sleep,

And with great care within I creep;

Oft I embrace her feet of lillys,

But she has gotten all the pillys.

Her neck I never can embrace,

But I do hug her feet in place.

The manuscripts of Marjory Fleming’s writings can be seen in the National Library of Scotland online here https://digital.nls.uk/marjory-fleming/archive/100989212

[xxchthonicreaturexx]

Matchup Trade

Hey hey! This is our Twisted Wonderland & Tokyo Revengers matchup @babulejka

Twisted Wonderland

Malleus Draconia

You thought Id match you with Vil, didn't you? PSYCHE (I was-) BUT I decided on someone much more fitting. A FUTURE KING-

OKAY SO firstly and lastly Malleus is an amazing lover. Maybe a little ignorant on modernization, and sometimes he's not around when it comes to duties but OMG he's gonna treat you like a damn QUEEN (i mean cuz you're gonna be-)

He thinks you look exceptionally good in purple and green and he compares you to Sleeping Beauty a lot with your pretty golden hair and graceful body. Only he's not gonna curse you-

Well...maybe at times he wants to lock you in a tower, but that's just because he gets nervous about his human companions. He feels an intense need to protect them since they die so easily smh-

Would love to see you perform dances, but would also love to just relax and listen to your music. He himself may even ask if he could sing while you play an instrument.

He's a fae. Of course he knows all about herbs and all kinds of creatures. You wanna go explore? He'll take you to some fae lands if you promise to stay by his side. You wanna grow some plants with him? He knows a few secret tricks to make them grow 10x better. And I bet he has this talent where he can just automatically tell you all species of insects and woodland critters you come across. May even get you a chance to pet a deer if you're quiet enough.

Omg please make a doll or puppet with his horns on it. He'd be so awestruck like "Oh- you made a fae doll? For me?" now it's being put up on a shelf and very well maintained for thousands of years. While your match down below is more a physical attraction, Malleus very much is attracted to your soul. Your curiosity and wonder and your light-hearted tone.

Overall hes a 9/10. Very loving, very attentive, but also he's gonna outlive you. Plus he can be a bit melodramatic about things- hes so emo-...

Runnerups- Azul Ashengrotto, Vil Schoenheit

Tokyo Revengers

Taiju Shiba

Hear me out- hear me out hear me out hear me out

Listen I know he's not the best...I like to think of myself as the No.1 Taiju Hater. BUT I could see how you guys would be a cute couple.

Okay okay soooo let's start this.

Taiju is a very religious man. This meaning, I believe he would like feminine women. He'd probably meet you at a show where you were performing ballet or something of the sort and when mingling after the show, you two had began talking. (Dont you dare ask my why he'd be there. To appreciate the dance? Idk maybe Yuzuha secretly does ballet-)

But your sweet and polite personality further deepened his attraction. Despite how cruel of a man he can be, he is fully capable of being polite right back. Especially to someone he personally sees as a perfect woman. As toxic as that is-

Once you get to know each other better, its safe to say he'll raise a brow at some things, but a part of me really wants him to at least become a little less shitty of a person after the whole Christmas fiasco-

Omg so Christmas is a holiday made to celebrate the birth of Jesus HOWEVER Jesus was born near late summer. Christmas was made so Christians could cover up what was originally a Pagan holiday and to help convert Pagans to Christianity. Im not sure if you know that fact if youve researched Pagans (Not assuming your religion just that Pagans are associates with Witches/Wiccans ei. Wicca is a type of Paganism to my knowledge) BUT ANYWAYS if you were to talk about witch culture or somehow dropped or came across that fact and TOLD HIM- omg.

Bro has a cross tattooed on his back, he would be like- questioning everything because no way Christmas is a lie??? (Or maybe he knows and just doesnt give a fuck?) He heavily side eyes any other religion but his own. But, if you wanted to educate him on mythology, witchcraft , astrology, any of those other spiritual beliefs he will at least listen so he can know more. (To hate them better <3)

Okay now that ive rambled-

Old Hollywood type beauty? He's taking you to all kinds of restaurants and clubs. Best believe he's getting you all these dresses too. Elegant and modest ones that are still flattering and sexy. Only the best for his woman of course.

As much as i dont like him he would be a very good lover. Like, can be a little controlling, but he is attentive and devoted. He admires your beauty, your grace, your work ethic...but he also wants to work for you. Hes old fashioned, he believes its his job as a man to provide for you.

All in all? Uh

id say 6.5/10. Hes really tall and strong and independent but also...beat his siblings and things hes a king or something idk- But like IN HIS DEFENSE being the oldest is very hard, especially with no parental figures.

Runnerups- Mitsuya Takashi, Tetta Kisaki

[melpomeneprose]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE? Mary is fairly modest, by most accounts, by choice, despite both her father being a wealthy landowner in Long Island, New York, and Benjamin Tallmadge (historical husband ftw!) owning lots of land in Ohio, post-war. Some small amount of in fashion perfume, and the smell of fresh books or pamphlets.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE? Mary’s hands are gentle, at least compared to Benjamin’s clearly overworked ones. You can always tell the amount of money a woman is ‘swimming in’ based on the gentleness of her hands. Eliza Hamilton's are somewhere in the middle.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY? Whilst Mary is not the one cooking, usually, she certainly knows how, and she is head of the domestic Tallmadge household and knows how to run everything. All women upper-class women, at least the European/European adjacent ones, had to know such things, by nature of their social standing. Thus one could assume through context that Anna Strong, Mary Woodhull, Eliza Hamilton, Angelica Church, and, even my original character, Audrey, would at least be educated in such things. To that end, it varies day to day, as the Tallmadge's are above averagely “pious,” and protestant, even for the 18th century. Especially when compared to the Hamilton’s. Holidays, such as Christmas and Easter, are extremely important. A day, post-war, usually starts with tea and some kind of sweet bread, meals are small but frequent. Read more (from: Mount Vernon).

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE? Above average considering at least @honorhearted's Ben can't carry a tune, even if his life was dependent on it. (I won't assume about any other Ben's, mine certainly can sing, or at least pretends well enough that he can). She can also play Piano and she likes the notion of the harp, but, not yet.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS? Mary is a over-thinker, just like Benjamin. Additionally, a hair twirler.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR? Mary isn't styling herself, the servants do that. She is responsible— as mentioned above, for managing a household, as well as overseeing 7 children and their educations, post-war. The latest fashion, assuming the household has the means, though not excessive about it, but one should hope for progress, and reform, even in dress. Modest, one would say, a bit, too modest. (I certainly think so, she certainly wasn't as ambitious as Eliza Hamilton, or as forthright as Abigail Adams, Mary Floyd Tallmadge could've been an Angelica Church type if she wanted to be she just chose not to).

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO? Not to people she doesn't know. But definitely exceedingly affectionate and warm to Benjamin Tallmadge (historical husband ftw!) friends, and people who make social calls to her regularly.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN? On her side, curled up like a puppy. No real reason for it, beyond her own comfort.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? That depends entirely upon the shoes she wore that day. Additionally, if she wanted you to hear. If you heard her, it'd be the tap-tap-tapping of a worthwhile upper-class lady’s shoes. Miss Mary Floyd, has, for now, little to hide, but she could indeed, hide in plain sight, under everyone's nose, if she wanted to.

Note on historical Mary Floyd Tallmadge of Brookhaven, as an archivist and amateur historian: -> from:sonofhistory. I am currently rereading Benjamin Tallmadge's memoir, again, for more than a few reasons, among them is putting together pieces on Miss Mary Floyd and her life before her husband, ie, archival detective work. I have, thankfully, extensively researched Eliza Hamilton, Angelica Church, Abigail Adams, I’ve also done a lot of research for my original character: Audrey, all of them, roughly around the same social standing, of slightly different backgrounds & viewpoints, by birth. This is simply me putting some of my detective work into a role-play context and stitching together a puzzle about a woman, I think, is fascinating and criminally underappreciated. As are Sarah Livingston (TURN), and Sarah Livingston-Jay.

Additional Note: -> Audrey, my original character, wilfully chose sex work to gain control of her own life & to spite her slaveowner, exceedingly catholic, controlling, father.

Borrowed from: @honorhearted. 🫡

Tagging: @keptflame, @curseconsumed (your choice), @annastrxng, and @historiavn (John Adams). 💕

[crownshattered]

Genshin Kira voicelines~

Hello: Hello, my name’s Kira. If you’d let me, I’d love to join you on your adventure. You’ve seen so much of Teyvat already… I would love to see it too.

Chat [Chess]: Would you like to play a game of chess? Be careful, I’ve heard I’m quite skilled at it~

Chat [Traveling]: I’ve always wanted to see the other nations… This is all so beautiful.

Chat [Reading]: Oh! I’ve only ever read about this in books! Isn’t it incredible??

When It Rains: Here, I’ll make two umbrellas with my Vision…

After the Rain: Ah, that’s much better. Now I just have to wring the water out of my skirt…

When Thunder Strikes: We may want to take cover…

When It Snows: Isn’t the snow beautiful? Every single snowflake that you see is unique.

When the Wind Is Blowing: It seems like Barbatos really has it out for us…

In the Desert: Gods, why is it so hot…??

Good Morning: Good morning! A new day for traveling, yes?

Good Afternoon: It’s always so hot in the afternoon… Here, I can help cool you off.

Good Evening: Hmm… We may want to start looking for some shelter.

Good Night: Sleep well, Traveler~ We have a full day tomorrow.

About Kira [The Library]: I work part-time at the Knights of Favonius Library, and after all the time I’ve spent in there, I think it’s safe to say I’ve read every book. There…really aren’t that many books…

About Kira [Ruins]: Why do some civilizations crumble while others thrive? I want to learn more about the world, but I guess I should also start with the past…

About Us [Family]: Family isn’t just by blood, you know. I don’t have a blood-related family. My family are the people who gave me a place to belong… So you’ll always have a family in Mondstadt as well.

About Us [Sparring]: Would you like to have a little sparring match to pass the time~? … Yes, of course I can fight! I’m a lot stronger than I look, you know. I was taught by the best!

About the Vision: I’ve had my Vision for as long as I can remember… But that also means I’ve had plenty of time to perfect my craft. It’s quite easy to make things from ice with a Cryo Vision~

Something to Share: I’m not actually from Mondstadt, and I don’t really know where I’m from. I guess I’m hoping to find clues about my origins as I travel across Teyvat…

Interesting Things: Look at this… It’s a perpetual core from a ruin machine. How could such a thing like this exist..?? For machines to stay active for centuries like this… It’s incredible!!

About��Varka: Well… He’s my father. My adoptive father, at least. I don’t know why Papa’s been gone for so long… But I know he’s a good man. There’s a reason everyone in Mondstadt loves him. He always just wants what’s best for Mondstadt.

About Jean: I actually feel a bit bad for Jean… Even before Papa left her in charge, she was already doing the boring work of the Grand Master. But she doesn’t seem to mind. To each their own, I suppose.

About Kaeya: He’s so elusive… He acts rather outgoing at times, but I actually don’t know a thing about him. I don’t think anyone does. But… His eye looks similar to mine. Perhaps our birth families come from the same place? I’d like to ask him about it, but… For all the years I’ve known him, he’s never once talked about his family.

About Razor: Papa has trained a lot of kids while I was under his care, but Razor always interested me the most. He’s such a sweet boy, and so strong too! His drive to protect his family reminds me a lot of Papa.

About Rosaria: Rosaria has been through a lot, but that isn’t my story to tell. I know her through Papa. She was one of the children he helped out. I guess, in a way, we’re like distant sisters?

About Mika: He’s such a sweetheart..!! Mika has trouble accepting praise from others, although his achievements are definitely worthy of praise. Papa has taken him under his wing to train him. It’s impressive to see just how much he has grown.

About Zhongli: What a strange man… His knowledge of Teyvat’s past in incredible, but he really is an odd one. I had a meal with him one day and he discussed the origins of Liyue as if he had been there himself, but when it was time to pay, he didn’t have a single Mora on him. I covered the tab in exchange for his shared wisdom.

About Xingqiu: I didn’t think he would be so…young. I have read a few of ‘Zhenyu’s’ books, but I would have never guessed the author’s true identity. He really is immensely talented!

About Thoma: Thoma must be one of, if not the, sweetest guys I have ever met. He was always putting others before himself, including me, a complete stranger. I wonder if he learned such a talent from Mondstadt or if that’s just who he is.

About Ayaka: It couldn’t have been easy, having your nation terribly divided and being forced into a stalemate… I know she wanted to abolish the Vision Hunt decree, but due to her family’s name, she couldn’t do a thing. That kind of situation can really tear someone up inside…

About Alhaitham: He is without a doubt the smartest man I have ever met. He is so smart that he never feels the need to get any sort of approval from others…although, I don’t think that is entirely wise. Not many people seem to like him, but I think he just sees the world differently. It’s interesting, and I don’t mind it.

About Kaveh: Kaveh could every well be just as intelligent as Alhaitham, just in a completely different way. I’m not an architect myself, but I’ve seen Mehrak and I am in awe of his skills in building such a machine. Even after I left Sumeru, I still consider Kaveh a dear friend.

About Navia: Whenever I met her, my first thought was that I could have been like her… Not that it would be a bad thing at all, of course. But… I could have been raised a proper lady. I was taken in by a very powerful figure in Mondstadt, after all. I wonder what went wrong with me… I wonder why I don’t have her grace.

About Neuvillette: I had heard of Fontaine before arriving there, and I knew loosely of its court system. The people of Fontaine see trials as shows, and that never sat right with me. I expected the Chief Justice to be just as warped…but I was completely wrong about him. He is fair and kind. I feel bad for making such an incorrect assumption about him…

About (NATLAN CHARACTER TBA): TBA

About (NATLAN CHARACTER TBA): TBA

About (SNEZHNAYA CHARACTER TBA): TBA

About (SNEZHNAYA CHARACTER TBA: TBA

More About Kira [I]: Things about me? Well, um… I like to read, and I like researching ruin technology. Oh, and I like exploring.

More About Kira [II]: Papa–erm, Varka–taught me how to use a sword. I’m not very strong physically, so I don’t like carrying a whole sword around with me. That’s why I’m better with a catalyst. However, if I make a sword out of my ice, it’s lighter and easier for me to wield. I’m much better at strategizing than combat, but often times, I combine the two~

More About Kira [III]: I used to be so quiet when I was younger… Not 'introvert’ quiet. More like…silent. I never spoke unless I was comfortable with it, and usually that was only with Papa. It was him who taught me how to open up and talk to others. He helped me become who I am today, and I truly believe the woman I am now is the best me I can be.

More About Kira [IV]: I don’t know where I’m from, but Mondstadt has always been my home. However…it’s strange. Mondstadt is my home, but I never felt like I truly belonged there. I’m quieter than the people there, and I don’t like alcohol at all. I always read books instead of going outside and talking to people… I think they see me as strange, but that’s alright. Papa always said that as long as I’m true to myself, I will be happy. And I am.

More About Kira [V]: My childhood wasn’t the best… In fact, it was terrible. I try not to think about it too much. But everything changed when I met Papa. I was living on the street without a family, and he had just recently lost his own family. It was like…we made each other whole again. We helped each other heal. I try not to think about my darker past because I don’t want it to define who I am. I am Varka’s daughter. And I’m proud of that.

Kira’s Hobbies: Um… Reading, definitely. I also went up to Mondstadt quite often to learn about the ruins up there. I always wanted to explore the world, but I didn’t want to leave my home… Until now, I suppose.

Kira’s Troubles: I want to learn about where I came from. I want to know my heritage. But I don’t have any leads except for a few instincts, and I’d prefer concrete facts.

Favorite Food: I do love spaghetti… But I also like various fruits and berries.

Least Favorite Food: Please…nothing spicy. I really can’t stand spicy foods…

Receiving a Gift [I]: Oh, wow! This might be the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted..!!

Receiving a Gift [II]: This is really tasty!! You have a gift for cooking. I’m not the best at making food, so… I’m happy to have anything you make~

Receiving a Gift [III]: Oh, um… Thank you, but… I think you may have mixed up the ingredients maybe? Or…something…

Birthday: It’s your birthday? Well, happy birthday!! I hope this year will be filled with new joys and experiences to fill your life with happiness~

Feelings About Ascension [Intro]: Oh, wow… With this, I’m sure I can get even stronger.!!

Feelings About Ascension [Building Up]: My ice is sturdier than before, and I somehow have even more control over it… Thank you, really.

Feelings About Ascension [Climax]: I feel like I’m finally unlocking my full potential with my Vision. Thank you so much. You’ve truly given me a gift.

Feelings About Ascension [Conclusion]: You’ve helped me come such a long way in learning about the world and myself. If there’s anything I can do to repay you, please let me know. Until then, I will stay by your side.

COMBAT VOICELINES TBA!

[crownshattered-arch]

Genshin Kira voicelines~

Story:

Hello: Hello, my name's Kira. If you'd let me, I'd love to join you on your adventure. You've seen so much of Teyvat already... I would love to see it too.

Chat [Chess]: Would you like to play a game of chess? Be careful, I've heard I'm quite skilled at it~

Chat [Traveling]: I've always wanted to see the other nations... This is all so beautiful.

Chat [Reading]: Oh! I've only ever read about this in books! Isn't it incredible??

When It Rains: Here, I'll make two umbrellas with my Vision...

After the Rain: Ah, that's much better. Now I just have to wring the water out of my skirt...

When Thunder Strikes: We may want to take cover...

When It Snows: Isn't the snow beautiful? Every single snowflake that you see is unique.

When the Wind Is Blowing: It seems like Barbatos really has it out for us...

In the Desert: Gods, why is it so hot...??

Good Morning: Good morning! A new day for traveling, yes?

Good Afternoon: It's always so hot in the afternoon... Here, I can help cool you off.

Good Evening: Hmm... We may want to start looking for some shelter.

Good Night: Sleep well, Traveler~ We have a full day tomorrow.

About Kira [The Library]: I work part-time at the Knights of Favonius Library, and after all the time I've spent in there, I think it's safe to say I've read every book. There...really aren't that many books...

About Kira [Ruins]: Why do some civilizations crumble while others thrive? I want to learn more about the world, but I guess I should also start with the past...

About Us [Family]: Family isn't just by blood, you know. I don't have a blood-related family. My family are the people who gave me a place to belong... So you'll always have a family in Mondstadt as well.

About Us [Sparring]: Would you like to have a little sparring match to pass the time~? ... Yes, of course I can fight! I'm a lot stronger than I look, you know. I was taught by the best!

About the Vision: I've had my Vision for as long as I can remember... But that also means I've had plenty of time to perfect my craft. It's quite easy to make things from ice with a Cryo Vision~

Something to Share: I'm not actually from Mondstadt, and I don't really know where I'm from. I guess I'm hoping to find clues about my origins as I travel across Teyvat...

Interesting Things: Look at this... It's a perpetual core from a ruin machine. How could such a thing like this exist..?? For machines to stay active for centuries like this... It's incredible!!

About Varka: Well... He's my father. My adoptive father, at least. I don't know why Papa's been gone for so long... But I know he's a good man. There's a reason everyone in Mondstadt loves him. He always just wants what's best for Mondstadt.

About Jean: I actually feel a bit bad for Jean... Even before Papa left her in charge, she was already doing the boring work of the Grand Master. But she doesn't seem to mind. To each their own, I suppose.

About Kaeya: He's so elusive... He acts rather outgoing at times, but I actually don't know a thing about him. I don't think anyone does. But... His eye looks similar to mine. Perhaps our birth families come from the same place? I'd like to ask him about it, but... For all the years I've known him, he's never once talked about his family.

About Razor: Papa has trained a lot of kids while I was under his care, but Razor always interested me the most. He's such a sweet boy, and so strong too! His drive to protect his family reminds me a lot of Papa.

About Rosaria: Rosaria has been through a lot, but that isn't my story to tell. I know her through Papa. She was one of the children he helped out. I guess, in a way, we're like distant sisters?

About Mika: He's such a sweetheart..!! Mika has trouble accepting praise from others, although his achievements are definitely worthy of praise. Papa has taken him under his wing to train him. It's impressive to see just how much he has grown.

About Zhongli: What a strange man... His knowledge of Teyvat's past in incredible, but he really is an odd one. I had a meal with him one day and he discussed the origins of Liyue as if he had been there himself, but when it was time to pay, he didn't have a single Mora on him. I covered the tab in exchange for his shared wisdom.

About Xingqiu: I didn't think he would be so...young. I have read a few of 'Zhenyu's' books, but I would have never guessed the author's true identity. He really is immensely talented!

About Thoma: Thoma must be one of, if not the, sweetest guys I have ever met. He was always putting others before himself, including me, a complete stranger. I wonder if he learned such a talent from Mondstadt or if that's just who he is.

About Ayaka: It couldn't have been easy, having your nation terribly divided and being forced into a stalemate... I know she wanted to abolish the Vision Hunt decree, but due to her family's name, she couldn't do a thing. That kind of situation can really tear someone up inside...

About Alhaitham: He is without a doubt the smartest man I have ever met. He is so smart that he never feels the need to get any sort of approval from others...although, I don't think that is entirely wise. Not many people seem to like him, but I think he just sees the world differently. It's interesting, and I don't mind it.

About Kaveh: Kaveh could every well be just as intelligent as Alhaitham, just in a completely different way. I'm not an architect myself, but I've seen Mehrak and I am in awe of his skills in building such a machine. Even after I left Sumeru, I still consider Kaveh a dear friend.

About Navia: Whenever I met her, my first thought was that I could have been like her... Not that it would be a bad thing at all, of course. But... I could have been raised a proper lady. I was taken in by a very powerful figure in Mondstadt, after all. I wonder what went wrong with me... I wonder why I don't have her grace.

About Neuvillette: I had heard of Fontaine before arriving there, and I knew loosely of its court system. The people of Fontaine see trials as shows, and that never sat right with me. I expected the Chief Justice to be just as warped...but I was completely wrong about him. He is fair and kind. I feel bad for making such an incorrect assumption about him...

About (NATLAN CHARACTER TBA): TBA

About (NATLAN CHARACTER TBA): TBA

About (SNEZHNAYA CHARACTER TBA): TBA

About (SNEZHNAYA CHARACTER TBA: TBA

More About Kira [I]: Things about me? Well, um... I like to read, and I like researching ruin technology. Oh, and I like exploring.

More About Kira [II]: Papa--erm, Varka--taught me how to use a sword. I'm not very strong physically, so I don't like carrying a whole sword around with me. That's why I'm better with a catalyst. However, if I make a sword out of my ice, it's lighter and easier for me to wield. I'm much better at strategizing than combat, but often times, I combine the two~

More About Kira [III]: I used to be so quiet when I was younger... Not 'introvert' quiet. More like...silent. I never spoke unless I was comfortable with it, and usually that was only with Papa. It was him who taught me how to open up and talk to others. He helped me become who I am today, and I truly believe the woman I am now is the best me I can be.

More About Kira [IV]: I don't know where I'm from, but Mondstadt has always been my home. However...it's strange. Mondstadt is my home, but I never felt like I truly belonged there. I'm quieter than the people there, and I don't like alcohol at all. I always read books instead of going outside and talking to people... I think they see me as strange, but that's alright. Papa always said that as long as I'm true to myself, I will be happy. And I am.

More About Kira [V]: My childhood wasn't the best... In fact, it was terrible. I try not to think about it too much. But everything changed when I met Papa. I was living on the street without a family, and he had just recently lost his own family. It was like...we made each other whole again. We helped each other heal. I try not to think about my darker past because I don't want it to define who I am. I am Varka's daughter. And I'm proud of that.

Kira's Hobbies: Um... Reading, definitely. I also went up to Mondstadt quite often to learn about the ruins up there. I always wanted to explore the world, but I didn't want to leave my home... Until now, I suppose.

Kira's Troubles: I want to learn about where I came from. I want to know my heritage. But I don't have any leads except for a few instincts, and I'd prefer concrete facts.

Favorite Food: I do love spaghetti... But I also like various fruits and berries.

Least Favorite Food: Please...nothing spicy. I really can't stand spicy foods...

Receiving a Gift [I]: Oh, wow! This might be the most delicious thing I've ever tasted..!!

Receiving a Gift [II]: This is really tasty!! You have a gift for cooking. I'm not the best at making food, so... I'm happy to have anything you make~

Receiving a Gift [III]: Oh, um... Thank you, but... I think you may have mixed up the ingredients maybe? Or...something...

Birthday: It's your birthday? Well, happy birthday!! I hope this year will be filled with new joys and experiences to fill your life with happiness~

Feelings About Ascension [Intro]: Oh, wow... With this, I'm sure I can get even stronger.!!

Feelings About Ascension [Building Up]: My ice is sturdier than before, and I somehow have even more control over it... Thank you, really.

Feelings About Ascension [Climax]: I feel like I'm finally unlocking my full potential with my Vision. Thank you so much. You've truly given me a gift.

Feelings About Ascension [Conclusion]: You've helped me come such a long way in learning about the world and myself. If there's anything I can do to repay you, please let me know. Until then, I will stay by your side.

COMBAT VOICELINES TBA!!

[360iris]

Wanna Be Down (George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley)

Warnings: Pure smut! She/her pronouns for the reader! No funny business between the boys I promise! There’s bound to be some typo that I missed, sorry ‘bout that!

Word count: 1,628

Summary: There’s a birthday, a bunny costume and The Twins... What could go wrong?

A/N: This was originally meant to drop on their birthday, April 1st... I’m 28 days late for that but hey, better late than never! It’s been collecting dust for the entire time and I wanted to set it free. I hope someone enjoys it!

“You want me to- to wear a bunny outfit and have the two of you…” You faltered nervously, the words seemed foreign on your tongue.

“-fuck you in it.” Fred finished for you with a wide grin, as if this was the most in the ordinary activity to plan.

The twins wanted to sleep with you? This was the first you’d heard of it, that’s for sure. And though the thought sent waves of excitement through your body, the prospect was daunting.

You’d been friends since diapers, a meager six hours separating your births. And whether the bond that formed later was predetermined by fate, or by pure chance, it was wholly indestructible.

Through the years, the three of you operated perfectly insync. Remaining quite persistently glued at the hip; completing every task deemed worthy enough as an odd unit.

There was an unspoken rule that each of you would make sure that the others felt equally included in activities.

So why should taking your virginity be any different?

“We’ll be twenty in a few hours, Y/N. Don’t you want to kick off the new decade with a bang?” George asked, his face genuine and voice laced with just the right amount of sweetness. He always did know how to persuade you into going along with Fred’s crazy schemes.

“Quite literally in this instance.” Fred added cheekily and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Both of you have had sex before though. Plenty of times in fact! You told me about it afterwards! In vivid detail at that! Why are you so worried about me now?” Your brows were furrowed, lips turned downwards in a pout.

Sitting criss-cross on your bed, you tugged one of the many pillows on your bed into your lap. Squeezing it tighter when you met their gazes again.

Fred had his hands tucked into his jean pockets, happy as ever. He acted as if it was only a matter of time before he’d get the answer he wanted.

George on the other hand, at least looked like he was having a conversation with you; and not like he was just waiting for you to realize you’d never actually said no to them before. His eyes were soft, assessing your demeanor before approaching your spot at the foot of the bed.

“You know you’re our favorite girl. Don’t you, Y/N?” He questioned and you suddenly felt smaller looking directly up at him. Ginger waves caressing his cheeks and pooling at his shoulders.

“I mean- I suppose.” You replied dumbly.

“Who do we always come back home to?” He asked again, his left hand lifting up from his side to comb through your hair. The pads of his fingers brushing against your cheek as they went.

“Me.” Your answer was hushed, though it was only the three of you in the flat. They’d closed the shop downstairs hours ago.

“And who trails after me as much as she can during the day, practically jumping into my lap the first opportunity she gets?” His voice was getting lower and his gaze remained fixed to you, you tried your best not to squirm.

“M- Me.”

“Lastly, whose the babygirl that slips into my bed at three in the morning because she stays up too late and gets scared?” He was teasing you now, you knew it, but still gave him a reply.

“Me, George.” Both of his hands were cupping your face now, fingertips laced in your hair, you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

“So when I ask my favorite girl to put on the outfit I picked out for her, so I can make her feel good on her birthday, what do you think I want to hear back?” A single brow arched as he waited for your answer, ignoring Fred’s quiet “I helped choose it too, y’know.”

Wrapping your fingers around his wrists, you thought about all the times he and Fred had slept with other girls. How deep down you’d wished they’d looked at you the same way.

He allowed you to remove one of his hands, a dark smirk splitting across his face when you’d slowly brought it between your legs. Only coming to a stop when he was cupping your heat.

“I think- I think I’ve been holding out for you.” It was no higher than a whisper, but it’d been the truth nonetheless. He smiled wider at this confession, leaning in and pressing a light kiss on your forehead.

“All the more reason not to disappoint.” He responded, you faintly registered rustling from behind him.

“Y/N, dear?” Fred called.

“Hm?”

“Time to put the outfit on.”

It’d been relatively easy to slip into the get-up. The bodysuit, wrist cuffs and neck piece fitting like a glove.

“When did you get my measurements?” You asked, looking down at yourself.

“Since when have we not had your measurements?” Fred laughed, pulling you onto the bed with him until your back was flush against his chest. Your head comfortably leaning back on his left shoulder.

George following after you, settled for sitting up in front of you, his knees digging into the pink duvet.

“The ears are a nice touch.” He remarked with a pleased smirk. “Don’t you agree, Fred?”

“Absolutely. All white suits her.” He replied matter-a-factly, hands already roaming your torso. Ghosting over your exposed thighs, he hooked a finger under the bikini line of the bodysuit and let it snap back into place. Your hips jutted outwards at the impact.

“Want to hear you ask for it, Y/N.” George was palming your calves, making you feel small again.

“What do you want me to say?” Your brows furrowed curiously at the request, breath hitching when he utilized his grip to pull you further down Fred’s chest. Your ankles eventually hooking against George’s shoulders.

“Want him to play with your little cunt, don’t you baby?” Fred asked from above you, heat rushing to your face at his words.

“Y- Yeah.”

“Then ask, darling.” He grinned at your eyes widening as you met his gaze upside down.

Turning your attention back to George, you absentmindedly bit at the end your thumb nervously. Sure you’d used curse words like anyone else in the world, but the thought of actually asking the twins to fuck you was on a level you’d never thought you’d reach.

“Georgie?” You tried carefully.

“What is it, baby?” He replied softly, a smile playing on his lips, patiently waiting.

“Want- Want you to make me feel good.”

“How?” He prompted, delighting in your fidgeting. Fred however wasn’t feeling as patient, sending a soft smack to your inner thigh.

“Don’t have all day, bunny.” He chided, slowly massaging the site.

“Want your cock, Georgie.” You finally relented, wanting nothing more than to hide your face in your hands, but you feared being spanked again by Fred. 

George rewarded you with a kiss, palming your clit through the material. He swallowed up every whimper that escaped your lips, only answering by expertly thumbing the area faster. 

“Let’s see how wet you are, bun.” Fred whispered, pulling the bodysuit aside to reveal your heat. Running a finger through your folds, he promptly brought it to your mouth. Smirking widely when you began meekly sucking at the digit.

“I’m gonna get you ready, okay sweetheart?” George asked, mouthing at your neck. He didn’t move until you garbled something close to “okay” through Fred’s fingers sadistically pressing down your throat.

Armed with plenty of lube, the first finger sliding into you felt like nothing. By the third, he resorted to distracting you by rubbing your bud to ease the initial stretch. Although nothing could have prepared you for how uncomfortable taking his tip was.

It was a slow process, full of the boys tenderly guiding you to breathe deeply and relax your muscles. With the abundance of their attention focused on outweighing the discomfort with pleasure, eventually the mild pain began to blur around the edges. 

The level of satisfaction that rolled over you when you’d finally reached the hilt was like no other. 

“Good girl.” Fred purred into your hair as George wiped away a stray tear from the corner of your eye. “Took it like a champ, didn’t she, Georgie boy?”

“Sure did, Fred. Squeezing me so nicely too.” He replied smiling proudly.

“Full- So full.” You whimpered blearily, not sure which boy you were grasping for. Each accepted one of your wandering hands, giving them an encouraging squeeze.

“You’re doing so well, babygirl. How about you let me make you feel good now, hm?” George’s voice was gruff as he patiently waited for you to nod back in response.

Soon the discomfort had melted away, leaving only the easy slide of George’s length and the gratification of being engulfed between the loves of your life. 

You promptly got lost in the jumble of mouths, hands and pleasure. 

“Gonna come for us, love?” George asked, holding your hips done to focus his thrusts. 

“Can I- Can I, please? Please let me come!” You whined desperately, unable to distinguish whose hands belonged to who.

“Go ahead, bunny.” George answered and it was all you needed to hear. Your visioned blurred as your toes curled, the only thing you could register was that he was fucking you through it. Fred’s fingers circling your clit didn’t let up until you were pathetically trying to pull at his wrist.

A weak mewl fell from your lips as George pulled out of you spent. Simpering under his praises, you closed your eyes. 

The sudden smack against your face was sobering, leaving you blurrily blinking up at Fred’s eager grin.

“I hope you didn’t think you were off the clock, bun.”

[l-r-christian]

Title: The noble stag's daughter: First Christmas

First one - Thunder Monster - First Crush - First family ball - First Heartbreak

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Fluffy, Soft!Elijah, Soft!Mikaelsons

A/N: Was watching a bunch of Hallmark Christmas movies and an idea formed in my head. I should make a masterlist for this little series.

"The witches could be lying." Klaus told Elijah following his brother to the witch coven who followed the old Gods for magic. Elijah gotten word from the head witch of the coven that Elijah's ex lover gave birth to his child. Elijah left quickly for the coven with Klaus and Rebekah following after him.

"The coven has no need to lie to me. As they know I will unleash you on them, Niklaus." Elijah tells his brother as they stepped into the manor as younger witches peeked out from doorways as it was their first time seeing vampires.

"Elijah, you came."

"Where is she, Mary?" Elijah asked as the young witch look to his siblings then ushered them up stairs. They followed the witch down a long hallway coming to a bedroom door and Mary open the door where they saw Elijah's ex and the head coven witch.

"I do not care Ann. The child can not stay with the coven as her magic will be too great for us to teach her."

"No! You had no right to tell Elijah ab....." There was a loud slap as Ann was shocked while the head witch glared at her.

"I am Mother of this coven. My word is law. You went against the Gods to have a child now she shall live with vampire as your punishment."

"Mother Diana as ordered for you to take your daughter for the safety of the coven." Mary whispered to the Originals as Elijah was more than surprised as Ann told him that their relationship was blessed before leaving him nine months later.

"Welcome old ones. I must apologize for calling you here so late at night. Lucille go bring the baby." Mother Diana order as Lucille was quick to go get the baby as Elijah looked at Ann who looked angry.

"Are you sure the child belongs to my brother?"

"Yes. I felt Mikaelson magic flowing from the girl as Elijah has been the first man in years to enter our coven home." Mother Diana said as Lucille walked in holding a baby and Mother Diana nodded to the witch who handed the baby to Elijah.

Elijah felt his breathing hitched staring at his daughter who smiled up at him as the vampire's heart melted adoring his daughter already. Elijah was already swearing that he would protect her from any harm and Rebekah walked over wanting to see the youngest Mikaelson.

"Her name is Y/N Mikaelson and as Mother to our coven I bless her to remain with her father. May the Gods look after her." Mother Diana said as the coven flinched feeling the bond between them and Y/N brake.

Elijah looked up at Ann seeing just pure anger on her face then his attention back to his daughter who was reaching for his tie making him smile gently grabbing her little hand.

Elijah indeed adored his daughter after Klaus had his most trusted witch to check that Y/N was indeed Elijah's daughter. The girl was now a two year old and found out she could crawl making Elijah have to check places to see if the girl got stuck.

"Baba!" Y/N cried out sitting at top of the stairs as a baby gate stopped her from going down the stair as both Kol and Finn stopped at the toddler sitting there. They had just had the daggers taken out by Klaus and gotten after Rebekah took them shopping for clothes and to clean them up. So they were surprised to see a two year old sitting there dressed in a cute frilly dress and binky attached to her dress.

"Baba!" Y/N cried out again using the railing to stand up as Kol looked to Finn confused just as Elijah came walking out seeing his brothers standing at the bottom of the stairs then looked seeing his daughter.

"Baba!" Y/N squealed happily when she saw her father and began bouncing as Elijah climbed the stairs with a smile on his face. There was something about Y/N looking up at him with pure joy that brought Elijah just as much joy.

"Now little one how did you get out of your room?" Elijah asked picking her up as she got more excited when her father held her. Elijah smiled taking Y/N's little hand placing a kiss on it then turned looking at his brothers.

"Kol, Finn meet your niece Y/N." Elijah tells them shocking them both as they looked at the girl who was playing with Elijah's tie.

"Who.....whose is she?"

"Mine, Kol. Her mother is a witch from one of the many covens you founded." Elijah said letting Kol take Y/N watching the girl brighten up seeing a new person and patting Kol's face.

"What of her mother?"

"Alive, not allowed to see Y/N as long as she is apart of the coven. She apparently endangered her coven." Elijah answered Finn watching Kol with his daughter who was giggling as the vampire tossed her in the air catching her.

Y/N sucked on her binky as she sat on her father's arms dressed in a cute red princess style with white stockings and black flats. Klaus had threw a Christmas ball to ease tensions with people while Elijah smiled swaying with Y/N who was giggling around her binky.

"Baba....tree." Y/N said pointing to the Christmas tree as Elijah smiled looking at the tree seeing how Klaus over did it with the Christmas tree. The tree was decorated with beautiful reds, golds and sliver decorations as the vampire wanted Y/N's first Christmas to be special for her.

"Yes I see the tree, sweet girl." Elijah said walking over to the family who gathered for a family photo in front of the tree. Elijah placed the girl in Rebekah's lap then stood behind the chair that Rebekah sat in with Klaus and Kol standing on either side of her and Finn stood next to Elijah. The photographer set up ready to take the family photo.

"Look how tired the poor babe is." Rebekah cooed softly as the girl was falling asleep in Finn's arms after the ball had calmed down as Finn gently rubbing her back. While it only had been a few months the others had came to adore the newest Mikaelson much like Elijah had.

"That she is. Sweet little thing isn't she?" Finn said softly careful to not wake the sleep girl as Kol sat next to the oldest vampire smiling at the sleeping girl.

"She is. Which isn't that hard to believe she is Elijah's." Kol muttered and all three froze when the girl moved then settled back against Finn as they let out a breath. Rebekah leaned over taking off Y/N's shoes as Klaus and Elijah walked in smiling seeing Y/N asleep in Finn's arms.

"As she been asleep long?"

"No Y/N had just fell asleep." Finn says as Klaus started a fire in the fireplace and joined in sitting by the fire enjoying the soft snores of Y/N knowing they all had promised Always and Forever to love the girl.

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An Introduction to Worshipping Medeia

As a Hellenic witch, the worship of Medeia is an important part of my practice. She was a witch and priestess of Hekate, possessing nearly unparalleled knowledge of magic and poisons. I wanted to write this post to give some background on who Medeia is, her role as a witch and a priestess, and how I have come to honor her in my practice.

Who is Medeia?

Parentage

Medeia (Μήδεια) is given mainly two parentages, either Aeetes, son of Helios, and Eidyia, daughter of Oceanus, or Hekate and Aeetes. Hesiod offers us a description of the first, writing:

“To the tireless Sun the renowned Oceanid Perseïs bore Circe and King Aeetes. Aeetes, son of the Sun who makes light for mortals, married by the gods’ design another daughter of Oceanus the unending river, fair-cheeked Idyia; and she bore him the trim-ankled Medea, surrendering in intimacy through golden Aphrodite” (Hesiod 31)

Alternatively, Diodorus names Hekate and Aeetes as her parents, explaining:

“Perses had a daughter, Hecate, and she excelled her father in her brazen lawlessness...She was a keen contriver of mixtures of deadly drugs [pharmaka], and she discovered the so-called aconite. She tested the powers of each drug by mixing it into the food given to strangers...After this she married Aeetes and gave birth to two daughters, Circe and Medea, and also a son Aigialeus” (qtd. in Ogden 78)

Either of these parentages could make sense, but I personally observe the first.

(Art: Medea by Frederick Sandys)

Medeia as the Witch Priestess of Hekate

One of Medeia’s most important roles in literature and myth is that she is a priestess of Hekate and a witch, being called “Medea of the many spells” (Apollonius of Rhodes 109). In most literature there is no way to separate these roles. 

She was extremely devoted to Hekate, Apollonius of Rhodes stating that “as a rule she did not spend her time at home, but was busy all day in the temple of Hecate, of whom she was priestess” (116). Euripides also writes that Medea says “I swear it by her, my mistress, whom most I honor and have chosen as partner, Hecate, who dwells in the recesses of my hearth” (Euripides 13). Clearly, the relationship between her and Hekate was very close, and it was said on occasion that she even learned magic from Hekate, Herself. Apollonius of Rhodes writes that “[t]here is a girl living in Aeetes’ palace whom the goddess Hecate has taught to handle with extraordinary skill all the magic herbs that grow on dry land or in running water” (123). Diodorus also claims this, but adds an interesting addendum that attributes to the character of Medeia:

“They report that Medea learned all the powers of drugs from her mother [Hekate] and her sister [Kirke], but her own inclination was the opposite. For she continually saved the strangers that put in from dangers” (qtd. in Ogden 79)

(Art: Medea the Sorceress by Valentine Cameron Prinsep)

Regardless of the origins of her powers, they were no doubt incredible. Apollonius of Rhodes explains that “she can put out a raging fire, she can stop rivers as they roar in spate, arrest a star, and check the movement of the sacred moon” (123). In one instance Apollonius states that “the beautiful Medea spell through the palace, and for her the very doors responding to her hasty incantations swung open of their own accord...From there she meant to reach the temple. She knew the road well enough, having often roamed in that direction searching for corpses and noxious roots, as witches do” (148). This is clearly an indicator that her powers are incredible, but what is even more awe-inspiring is what Apollonius says happens next:

“Rising from the distant east, the Lady Moon [Selene], Titanian goddess, saw the girl wandering distraught, and in wicked glee said to herself: ’So I am not the only one to go astray for love, I that burn for beautiful Endymion and seek him in the Latmian cave. How many times, when I was bent on love, have you disorbed me with your incantations, making the night moonless so that you may practice your beloved witchcraft undisturbed!” (148).

Medeia is said to be able to actually banish the moon Herself from the sky, an unimaginable feat. This is indicative of the degree of power she possesses, having sway over nature itself.

She is most known to have used her knowledge and powers repeatedly to help Jason, her husband, on his quest for the Golden Fleece. The first instance of this was that she made Jason an ointment which would make him invincible. Apollonius describes this in length, writing that:

“She had twelve maids, young as herself and all unmarried...She called them now and told them to yoke the mules to her carriage at once, as she wished them to drive to the spending Temple of Hecate; and while they were getting the carriage ready she took a magic ointment form her box. This salve was named after Prometheus. A man had only to smear it on his body, after procreating the only-begotten Maiden [Hekate] with a midnight offering, to become invulnerable by sword or fire” (131-2)

He continues, detailing the ritual of how she obtained the plant she used to make this ointment:

“Medea, clothed in black, in the gloom of night, had drawn off this juice in a Caspian shell after bathing in seven perennial streams and calling seven times on Brimo, nurse of youth, Brimo, night-wanderer of the underworld, Queen of the dead. The dark earth shook and rumbled underneath the Titan root when it was cute, and Prometheus himself groaned in the anguish of his soul” (132). 

Here we see a process that is depicted often, the bathing of Medeia and her ritualistic harvesting of herbs. We also see her here call on Brimo (Βριμω), an epithet of Hekate, in Her role as nurse of the young (Kourotrophos/Κουροτρόφος), night-wanderer (Νυκτιπολος/Nyktipolos), of the Underworld (Χθονιη/Kthonia), and Queen of the Dead (Ανασσα ενεροι/Anassa Eneroi), indicating the importance of Hekate to her witchcraft. 

(Art: Jason and Medea by John William Waterhouse)

A similar harvesting of herbs and roots is seen in fragments of Sophocles’ play The Root-Cutters. What we have of the play states that “She [Medea] covers her eyes with her hand and collects up the white-clouded juice that drips from the cut in bronze jars...the covered chests conceal the roots, which this woman reaped, naked, with bronze sickles, while crying out and howling” (qtd. in Ogden 83). Hekate is then said to be “crowned with oak branches and snakes” (qtd. in Ogden 83). Then the women chant “Lord of the sun and holy fire [Helios], sword of Hecate of the roads, which she carries over Olympus as she attends and as she traverses the sacred crossroads of the land, crowned with oak and the woven coils of snakes, falling on her shoulders” (qtd. in Ogden 83). In this short but incredible fragment we see that Medeia calls on both Hekate and Helios, her grandfather, to bless their ritual. We also see a repeat of incantations to harvest magical herbs, and an introduction of her association with bronze. 

Another one of Medea’s feats was charming the snake that guarded the Golden Fleece into a slumber. In the Argonautica, Apollonius of Rhodes writes:

“The monster in his sheath of horny scares rolled forward his interminable coils, like the eddies of black smoke that spring from smoldering logs...But as he writhed he saw the maiden take her stand, and heard her in sweet voices invoking Sleep [Hypnos], the conqueror of the gods, to charm him. She also called on the night-wandering queen of the world below [Hekate] to countenance her efforts...the giant snake, enchanted by her song, was soon relaxing the whole length of his serrated spine and smoothing out his multitudinous undulations...Yet his grim head still hovered over them and the cruel jaws threatened to snap them up. But Medea, chanting a spell, dipped a fresh sprig of juniper in her brew and sprinkled his eyes with her most potent drugs and as the all-pervading magic scent spread around his head, sleep fell on him.” (150-1). 

(Medea and the Dragon by Maxwell Ashby Armfield)

She was also said to have killed the giant Talos, a gift given to Zeus from Hephaistos, with her witchcraft, specifically the Evil Eye. In this more horrifying passage, it is said that:

“[W]ith incantations, she invoked the Sprits of Death [Keres], the swift hounds of Hades who feed on souls and haunt the lower air to pounce on living men. She sank to her knees and called upon them three times in song, three times with spoken prayers. She steeled herself with their malignity and bewitched the eyes of Talos with the evil in her own. She flung at him the full force of her malevolence, and in an ecstasy of rage she plied him with images of death” (Apollonius of Rhodes 192). 

In this passage, she calls on the Keres, and with them is able to use the evil eye to bring immediate death to a direct creation of the gods. This is a horrifying feat, not only for the power it must require, but for her ability to kill in an instant. 

Finally, she also is said to have rejuvenated Jason’s father Aeson. In Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Jason pleads with Medea to take years of his own life to give more to his father, but she rejects him saying that Hekate will not allow such a thing to take place. Instead, she offers that through her witchcraft, instead, if Hekate is willing to help her, she may rejuvenate him. Under the full moon, Medeia performs the ritual. She calls on Hekate, Night, the Moon, and Helios to aid her in her task (126-7). A chariot drawn by dragons appears to her and she takes it to gather herbs harvested with her bronze scythe. After nine days and nights, she returns to Jason to perform the ritual. The ritual is extensive and is essentially repeated in full. She builds two altars, one to Hecate and one to Hebe. She also digs two ditches on sacrifices a black sheep into the ditches, also pouring wine and milk into them. She also calls on the “deities of the earth” which may mean deities of the land or chthonic deities, and Hades. Once she appeases these gods and goddesses, she spells Aeson to sleep on a bed of herbs and tells Jason to leave her to perform her magic. She then dips sticks into pools of blood and lights them with the flames on the altars, then purifying the man once with fire, three times with water, and three times with sulfur. 

She then adds many herbs, roots, and flowers to her bronze cauldron as well as “hoar frost gathered under the full moon, the wings of the uncanny screech owl with the flesh as well, and the entrails of a werewolf which has the power of changing its wild-beast features into a man’s. There also in the pot is the scaly skin of a slender Cinyphian water-snake, the liver of a long-lived stag, to which she also adds eggs and the head of a crow nine generations old” (Ovid 129). Then, she slits the throat of Aeson and replaced his blood with her potion, finally rejuvenating him. 

There is more descriptions of Medeia’s magical feats throughout literature, but these are simply some of the most detailed and famous. She is clearly a very powerful witch and a significant figure within the history of Hekate worship. With her bronze cauldron and chariot of dragons, she is quite awe-inspiring.

(Art: The Sorceress by R. Willis Maddox)

Medeia’s Character

One of the issues we run into with Medeia’s mythos is her defamation and portrayal as a child-murdering and vengeful woman. She is indeed vengeful against Jason, and rightfully so, for he bade her to leave her homeland, murder her brother, and constantly had her aid him with her witchcraft, only to abandon her for another. However, Euripides’ tale of her brutally murdering her children has some criticisms from scholars who note that there are other versions of the tale. 

One such tale is that from Apollodorus who writes that “Another tradition is that on her flight she left behind her children, who were still infants, setting them as suppliants on the altar of Hera of the Height; but the Corinthians removed them and wounded them to death” (1.9.28). In the modern era, a scholar named Sarah Illes Johnston, author of Restless Dead and Hekate Soteira, also writes that Medea prays to Hera Akraia to make her children immortal, and Hera either declines or breaks her promise to fulfill this task, leaving the children to die (62-3). Johnston denies the implication of Medea in her children’s death, instead attributing it to circumstances outside her control or by the hand of another.

These different tellings of Medeia’s story fits with the Colchian princess who aids Jason in a much more believable way than the suddenly spiteful women who murders her children. This variation is less popular, the other being popularized perhaps to demonize magic and women of power.

(Art: Medea by Eve De Morgan)

Worshipping Medeia

Now that Medeia’s character and mythological status has been discussed, I think it’s important to talk about how I actually go about worshipping Medeia. I worship Medeia in both divine and ancestral ways, which I suppose could be attributed to methods of hero worship in Ancient Greece. Worshipping Medeia can be done alongside Hekate and/or Helios, as well as alongside Kirke. If you observe the Mighty Dead or Witch Ancestors, she could also be worshipped alongside them.

Offerings

Offerings for Medeia can include wine, frankincense, milk, honey, food, poisons, sacred plants, bronze artifacts, candles, snake parts or figurines and dragon figurines, artifacts of witchcraft, and even Hekate iconography. One could also offer her blood, but that is up to your personal discretion. 

Names and Epithets

Names/epithets I call Medeia include ‘Of the Many Spells,’ ‘Vengeful Maiden,’ ‘Witch Priestess of Hekate,’ ‘Medea of Poisons,’ ’She Who Knows All Herbs,’ ‘Giant-Slayer,’ one that could also be said of Hekate, ‘Princess of Colchis,’ ‘Granddaughter of Helios,’ ’Daughter of Sun and Moon,’ one I use to indicate her relationship to Helios and her devotion to Hekate, and Medea Pharmakeia, or Medeia of Witchcraft/Magic. 

Sacred Objects

Sacred plants of Medeia could include any poisons, juniper, olive, and aconite specifically. Sacred animals include dragons and snakes. Bronze is also sacred to Medea, as are cauldrons of any kind. 

Specializations

Medeia can be called upon for justice and vengeance, especially for spells of justice and vengeance, witchcraft of any kind, to bless herbs, for gardening, for aid in Hekate worship, for the downfall of your enemies, for protection from harm, for protection from snakes, and for guidance in magic.

Prayers to Medeia

Prayer for Medea’s Aid in Witchcraft

Prayer to Medea for Vengeance

Conclusion

In conclusion, while Medeia may not be a part of the usual canon of hero worship, or worship in general, if you are a devotee of Hekate or Helios, worshipping Medeia might be right for you. Likewise, any witch who observes the Hellenic pantheon should give serious thought to venerating Medeia in their practice. 

Works Cited:

Medea by Euripides

Magic, Witchcraft, and Ghosts in the Ancient Greek and Roman Worlds by Daniel Ogden

The Voyage of Argo by Apollonius of Rhodes

Theogony by Hesiod

The Library by Apollodorus

The Metamorphoses by Ovid

“Corinthian Medea and the Cult of Hera Akraia” by Sarah Illes Johnston

(Art: Medea Casting Spells by Henry Ferguson)

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IDOLiSH7 6th Anniversary Special Story: Full of Heart...

Chapter 6: Wishing

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Sogo Osaka: Tsunashi-san, thank you for bringing us to this limited edition Rabitty-kun shop.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: It's no trouble at all, really! I never got to play with a Rabitty-kun, myself.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I was planning to come check this place out for the show anyway, so I'm glad you two could tag along.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Thanks for sending us the photo from when you were little, too! Me and So-chan were super hyped about it!

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ahaha! It's a little embarrassing, considering what a country bumpkin I must've looked like.

Tamaki Yotsuba: You looked cute standing on the beach, almost like a girl.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Huh..!? Nobody's ever told me that before! I've always been tall for my age...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Okay, maybe not like a girl, but your arms and body were all skinny and stuff. What do you call that again? Slendy...

Sogo Osaka: Slender.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah, that. You had the same face, but you weren't all buff.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Oh, okay! I didn't know that's how I looked... What did you think, Sogo-kun?

Sogo Osaka: Um... How should I put this...

Sogo Osaka: It... It was more than I could bear.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: .........

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, you sound like a creepy old man!

Sogo Osaka: No, I didn't mean it in a weird way! I've juat never had a taste of such a different type of Tsunashi-san..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Taste...

Sogo Osaka: Uh... Maybe "taste" isn't the right word for it, but it was very satisfying to see..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Satisfying...

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, you gotta stop it with the big explanations and be more casual! Call it cute, or nice, or something!

Sogo Osaka: Nice! It was nice! Very nice!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ahaha! Thank you!

TV on Shop Window: ...The secret to Rabitty-kun's birth!

TV on Shop Window: Who would've thought our famous mascot had such a story behind him!?

TV on Shop Window: Look forward to our 6th Anniversary Rabitty-kun! Toi toi toi~♪

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah, here it is.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Wow! They've got Rabitty-kuns in all kinds of colors! I wanna go touch them!

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun, you must ask the clerks for permission first...

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: It looks like these are samples. Go ahead and touch them.

Tamaki Yotsuba: I'll go with this one first...

Red Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Hold me!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Whoa! It's so cute!

Orange Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Pet me! 

Hot Pink Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Yawn...  Let’s go to bed! 

Sogo Osaka: You're right... They're really cute.

Grey Rabitty: Ooh ooh! Tyt ty tyt ty ty ♪

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah, this one seems to be singing something!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Wow! Where do you push to make it sing? Is it here?

Turquoise Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! That tickles!

Sogo Osaka: Maybe it's here?

Yellow Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Dum dum dum dee dum ♪

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah, it danced! So-chan, let go of it! It's trying to dance!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I'll make this one dance with it!

Dark Red Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Chaka chaka chan chan ♪

Tamaki Yotsuba: Awesome! This is so much fun!

Sogo Osaka: They're so energetic.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I think you're supposed to feed these carrots to them? Go on, Tamaki-kun, give it a try.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Okay! I'm gonna give one to this guy...

Green Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Nom... nom... nom... Yummy~!

Tamaki Yotsuba: It ate! What about this one?

Rosy Brown Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Chomp, chomp, chomp! I want more!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ahaha! This one eats a lot!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Hmm..? Look, they have a guide to exchanging defective toys.

Sogo Osaka: There were malfunctioning toys mixed in with the ones they released a few years ago. It says they'll exchange those for working ones, free of charge...

Sogo Osaka: Maybe these samples are the defective toys... But how exactly are they malfunctioning..?

Navy Rabitty: Ooh... ooh... Help.. me...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Holy crap!!! Why's this one so creepy..!?

Pink Rabitty: Oh, ooh... Don't... leave me...

Ivory Rabitty: Oh, ooh... You... saw..?

Pale Green Rabitty: Oh, ooh... Ehehehe... Eehehehehe...

Sogo Osaka: These ones are definitely defective..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: They're awful..! Why would anyone make them like this..? The poor kids who had these must've been terrified...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah, seriously! If I had to sleep with one of these, my mattress would be all soggy the next morning!  

Sogo Osaka: You'd wet the bed?

Tamaki Yotsuba: So what if I would!? And I don't mean right now, I mean if I was still little!

Sogo Osaka: If you were little, then it's not something you could control much, anyway...

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah, why don't we take a break from these Rabitty-kuns, and go look at those ones instead?

Tamaki Yotsuba: What..? "Face three Rabitty-kuns against each other, and they'll go into gossipy teenage girl mode".

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: "Gossipy teenage girl mode"..?

Lavender Rabitty: Oh. Em. Gee. I think my nail just broke.

Light Blue Rabitty: It's gonna be 36 degrees today. Lame af.

Ocean Blue Rabitty: I'm like, low key freaking out about this test tho.

Sogo Osaka: ......... I guess they don't do the "ooh, ooh" thing in this mode.

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, they've got an "office workers in an elevator" mode, too.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Apparently they have a Showa-era small talk version as an extra rare option, too.

Sogo Osaka: Do children really play with modes like this..?

[Phone rings]

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yukirin's calling me... Hello!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Huh? Seriously!? You guys found the uncle who took my picture already!?

Sogo Osaka: What!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: I knew that legendary detective could help..! Okay! Thanks!!!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Guess what! They said they found the guy!

Sogo Osaka: That's great, Tamaki-kun!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: What business did you have with a legendary detective?

Tamaki Yotsuba: I need a photo from when I was little, so I was looking for this uncle who took a family portrait of us.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Oh, I see...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Awesome! Now I get to show off my picture, too!

Sogo Osaka: I'm happy for you.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Let's take another picture you can show off. I want one of the face you're making right now.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Right now?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Yeah. Your smile is so nice, I want us to have something to remember it by. Come on.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ehehe... This is a little embarrassing, but I'm still super happy! Thanks, Ryu-aniki!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Thank you, too!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah... So-chan, wanna be in the pic?

Sogo Osaka: Me?

Tamaki Yotsuba: You found your photo, too. We can both show Ryu-aniki how proud we are. Right, Ryu-aniki?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Of course! I'd love for you to be in the picture too, Sogo-kun.

Sogo Osaka: A-alright.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hurry up!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Stand next to each other. Laugh on three. One, two, three...

MEZZO": Ahahaha!

[Snap]

- - - -

Sogo Osaka: I'm glad your family photo will be found soon.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Me too.

Sogo Osaka: I'm sure Aya-chan would be happy about it.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah. I'm glad you'll get you and your uncle's photo, too.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Is it gonna make it to the show, though?

Sogo Osaka: It will. I'm flying to pick it up at our nearest yacht harbor tonight.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Tonight? You gonna be okay?

Sogo Osaka: I'll be fine. I have tomorrow off, anyway.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Apparently my pic's coming in the mail. Ah...

[Rainfall]

Tamaki Yotsuba: It's raining.

Sogo Osaka: ...Not to mention the wind is really strong all of a sudden.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Can your plane leave in this weather?

Sogo Osaka: I... I think so. But I should hurry to the airport, and you need to get back to the dorm...

[Thunder]

MEZZO": Ah...

MEZZO": ...A blackout..?

- - - - 

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I'm home. And completely soaked.

Kaoru Anesagi: Here's a towel. Take off your socks, shirt, and pants. There's a hot bath waiting for you.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: You're here too, Anesagi-san?

Gaku Yaotome: There was a power outage until just a minute ago.  Apparently some parts of Tokyo are still dark.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: What!? That sounds bad.

Gaku Yaotome: It's not the only bad thing here. Your bath's a little too hot...

Tenn Kujo: Hot as in, practically boiling. Want to go take a dip?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Thanks.

Tenn Kujo: What is that?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah... They're gifts for you and Gaku. I thought the Rabitty-kuns were too cute not to buy any.

Gaku Yaotome: Ahaha! Fair enough!

Tenn Kujo: I'm getting all nostalgic.

Ocean Blue Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Hold me!

Kaoru Anesagi: Gosh, how adorable. I'll take care of you, little one. Come here.

Ocean Blue Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Rat tat rat tat ♪

Kaoru Anesagi: Heh, it's singing.

Kaoru Anesagi: Hey. Does any one of you know why Rabitty-kun says "ooh, ooh"?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I don't Is there some bigger reason for it?

Kaoru Anesagi: Apparently it's based on a child's imitation of a famous sweets mascot.

Kaoru Anesagi: Which one was it, again? The one with a crown, a closed mouth, and an overall neutral expression...

Tenn Kujo: A crown..? Doesn't ring a bell.

Kaoru Anesagi: It's right on the tip of my tongue, I swear. It's still around, too, and you see it everywhere. It's also got a ribbon, I think...

Gaku Yaotome: Mascots with ribbons are a dime a dozen.

Kaoru Anesagi: Sometimes flames come out of its back, and it punches things. Sometimes it gets so emotional, it starts spinning fast. Ugh. I can picture it in my mind, but I just can't remember the name.

Kaoru Anesagi: In any case, it's something that originates from before the CEO of Toi Toi Toi was making the kind of profit he is today.

Kaoru Anesagi: He tried to turn his parents' business into a toy shop, but he just couldn't make it succeed.

Kaoru Anesagi: Apparently that's when he saw one of the neighborhood kids mimic the mascot I was talking about.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: And that kid was the basis for Rabitty-kun?

Kaoru Anesagi: Yep.

Kaoru Anesagi: Apparently the kid said something along the lines of "His mouth is closed, so he probably talks like, 'ooh, ooh'!"

Kaoru Anesagi: Then the kid would start dancing while singing "ooh, ooh", and that was the blueprint for Rabitty-kun.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Wow..! I think it's really nice that Rabitty-kun was technically born out of a child's idea.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I'm sure the CEO must really like kids, too.

Kaoru Anesagi: From what I heard, he's had a rough life. He was separated from his sibling, and when they reunited, he had to fight the reason for their separation...

Gaku Yaotome: Fight..? I can't even imagine what that might entail.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Everyone has something going on.

Tenn Kujo: How did he and his sibling reunite?

Kaoru Anesagi: Their parents were photographers, and they both just so happened to have a photo that proved their relation.

Gaku Yaotome: Maybe they kept each other's faces in a locket or something.

Tenn Kujo: There's no way it'd be something that cliché.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Still, I'm sure they were happy to see each other again.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Those two should be happily walking home right about now, too.  

- - - -

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, wait up!

Sogo Osaka: I need to hurry to the airport. If the weather gets any worse than this, all flights might be cancelled.

Tamaki Yotsuba: There's a blackout, and you're soaking wet! What if you can't get home, and you catch a cold!?

Sogo Osaka: You can go home if you want...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Why are you always like this!? I swear, you haven't changed at all!

Sogo Osaka: .........

Tamaki Yotsuba: You seriously can't even ask me to come with you!? Grow a backbone already!

Sogo Osaka: ......... That's not why.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Then what is it!?

Sogo Osaka: It's not that I'm afraid of causing you trouble. I want to prove something to you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Prove what..?

Sogo Osaka: We may not have had the best lives, but we haven't done much bad, either.

Sogo Osaka: So... This isn't a punishment. 

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...So-chan...

Sogo Osaka: I'll go, Tamaki-kun. And once I'm back, I'll show off my picture, and you'll get to see what my uncle looked like.

Sogo Osaka: I'm... I'm going to treat this as an adventure. And I'm going to ward off any disasters.

Sogo Osaka: Because I learned that from you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ......... But...

[Toot toot!]

Tamaki Yotsuba: .......!? Someone got out of that car...

Mysterious Man: .........

Sogo Osaka: A masked man..!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: W-what do you want!? Stay away..! Ah..!

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun..! ...Don't you dare do anything to him..!

Mysterious Man: ........!

Sogo Osaka: .........!? You're...

[Tap tap tap]

Sogo Osaka: Ah..! Wait, please..!

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan!

[Wroom...]

Sogo Osaka: ...Are you alright, Tamaki-kun!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: That guy gave me this.

Sogo Osaka: A parcel... Did you see how he looked when he gave you this?

Tamaki Yotsuba: Dunno. He was wearing a mask and sunglasses, so I didn't really see anything.

Sogo Osaka: I see...

Tamaki Yotsuba: But, for some reason... I kinda didn't get a bad vibe from him.

Sogo Osaka: ......... Neither did I. He felt familiar, somehow...

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...What do you think this is?

Sogo Osaka: I don't know... Let's open it.

Tamaki Yotsuba: What if it's a bomb?

Sogo Osaka: ...I hear no ticking, but we should still be careful. Hand it over, I'll open it.

Sogo Osaka: There's no people around, probably due to the rain. You should stand back, too...

Tamaki Yotsuba: ........

Sogo Osaka: ...Or don't.

Tamaki Yotsuba: You sure?

Sogo Osaka: Yeah. We'll open it together. I'm sure we'll be fine, because of the rain.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...You sure it won't explode?

Sogo Osaka: It probably won't... In this kind of rain, any spark should  fizzle out instantly. Though we can't be 100% sure.

Sogo Osaka: Besides, you're a good kid. If there's a higher power, then I'm sure the'd want to reward you, not punish you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...I don't wanna have nay more regrets. Are you sure this isn't stupid?

Sogo Osaka: I don't want any regrets, either. Which is why I refuse to act like a coward.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Fine. Let's open it, So-chan.

Sogo Osaka: Yeah... Here I go.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Maybe there's a fuse hidden in the paper..?

Sogo Osaka: ...This is oil paper, so it doesn't get wet in the rain... Ah...

Tamaki Yotsuba: It doesn't look like a bomb... What's that rectangular thing?

Sogo Osaka: ...It's a photo, and a card...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Card? What's it say?

Sogo Osaka: "Dear customer. Here are the pictures you ordered."

Sogo Osaka: "I can't thank you enough for the help you once gave my brother, so I've included your friend's photo, as well."

Tamaki Yotsuba: Wait... Could it be..?

MEZZO": The legendary detective..!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: Is that how the guy knew where we were!? He wasn't a shady guy, he was a private eye!

Tamaki Yotsuba: But what does his brother have to do with me? And I dunno who the friend he's talking about is, either...

Sogo Osaka: ...Tamaki-kun, look...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Huh..?

Sogo Osaka: My uncle... This is the picture of my uncle and I. Look, here he is.

Tamaki Yotsuba: And a mini So-chan...

Sogo Osaka: ...Uncle... It's because I had him that I'm making music now.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...So-chan... Look at my photo, too.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ta-dah! That's Mom, that's little Aya. And that's me...

Sogo Osaka: It's a tiny Tamaki-kun...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah. So what do you think? You can stop staring at your uncle, already.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hey. Say something.

Sogo Osaka: I think it's a wonderful picture. Your mother looks gentle, beautiful, and...

Sogo Osaka: ...I've finally had the chance to see her...

Tamaki Yotsuba: .........

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun... It must've been so hard for you. But you're fine now.

Sogo Osaka: It's going to be fine...

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Yeah...

Tamaki Yotsuba: You look like you had a rough time, too... Being in this stuffy place, wearing stuffy clothes. ...But at least you could still smile.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hey, little guy. Believe it or not, but you're gonna be making music in a couple years. And I'm gonna sing your songs with you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: So, it's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.

Sogo Osaka: Yeah...

Sogo Osaka: Thank you, Tamaki-kun. 

- - - -

Tsumugi's Thoughts: And that...

Tsumugi's Thoughts: ...Is how all 16 idols got their pictures, safe and sound.

- - - -

Mister Shimooka: Well then, it's about time we got Welcome to Kids' Room started!

Re:vale: OK!

TRIGGER: Alright.

IDOLiSH7: Yaaaay! Let's gooo!

ŹOOĻ: Yeah!

Mister Shimooka: It’s the moment of truth! We'll be taking a look at these idols' childhood pictures!

Mister Shimooka: But before that, it's time for our special guests!

Mister Shimooka: Please welcome the CEO of Toi Toi Toi, Jiro Ito!

Mister Shimooka: As well as the man who gave a loan to Toi Toi Toi when it was on the verge of bankruptcy, Taro Ito!

Sogo Osaka: Huh?

Torao Mido: Hmm?

Mister Shimooka: Let's give both of the  men who made Rabitty-kun what he is an  equally warm welcome!

Mister Shimooka: Here they come!

All: Ooh, ooh!

???: Hello. I'm the CEO of Toi Toi Toi, Jiro Ito.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah..!

Tamaki Yotsuba: That's the uncle who took our picture..! 

The End.

[rebrandedbard]

I’d love to see what you do with 27 and geraskier 😂

I took your prompt and ran in a completely different direction. Still funny moments in there lol

WC: 1434

27. “I’m pregnant.”

Pixie Pranks

Jaskier won’t shut up. He will not shut up. Days into a hunt and he can’t sit still or keep a thought to himself for five minutes. Geralt is very tired.

-

“For fuck’s sake!” Geralt shouted. He couldn’t stand it another minute. It had been going on and on for days without end by this time, dawn to dusk. Even in sleep, Jaskier was humming and grunting out snatches of melodies, so that Geralt could not get a moment’s reprieve. It was like nothing he’d ever known, this never-ending noise!

“I can’t help it!” Jaskier said, rather a bit too cheerfully for Geralt’s exasperated state. “I’m pregnant. My head is bursting with ideas, my throat swelling with the strain of holding them all in! I must give birth to this song, so tenderly incubated in the bowels of my soul, so thoughtfully enriched by the sweet nourishment of life: the mother’s milk of experience. By the—”

Geralt clapped a hand over his mouth abruptly, aborting the next metaphor before it breached. “Enough! Not one more word,” he growled. “Next it’ll be ‘the virginal innocence’ that granted you inspiration, or ‘the cock seed of curiosity.’ I’d rather things not get to that vulgar point.”

Jaskier snorted through his nose, looking all too delighted at Geralt’s rude metaphors. Geralt could see the note tuck itself away in his head for future reference. He sighed and pushed Jaskier’s head away. He stalked back to his side of camp and flopped upon his bedroll. He was exhausted; it was midmorning and they hadn’t even broken camp.

Cautiously, Jaskier crept up to his side and crouched at his head. “Is something the matter, Geralt?” he asked.

“Yes. You’re even noisier than usual. If you’re not singing or humming or whistling, you’re snapping your fingers and bouncing on your heels, tapping your feet, knocking on your lute.”

“I can’t seem to help it.” And there he was, drumming his hands on his knees. “There’s something itching at the back of my mind. I swore I’d be done with it days ago. I’d been on the verge of finishing the verse when we first set off to deal with these pixies—(or was it faeries? What is the difference between a pixie and a fairy? Is it something to do with the wings, or perhaps the coloring and size?)—but anyway, I nearly had it then, but it’s as if the verse was snatched from me. It’s killing me! I’ll be driven mad until I can figure it out. It was the perfect rhyme, too.”

He’d be driven mad? Geralt was neck-deep in madness already. Jaskier could hardly keep to one point without diving off into another. It was no wonder he could not finish his damn song. He lacked the focus to finish a sentence, let alone a verse. In addition, they’d never found the pixies. They were somewhere in these woods, Geralt knew, for his medallion was constantly buzzing like the hum of an irritating insect that would not subside. It all compounded together into one fine headache, and he couldn’t stand it anymore!

Geralt groaned and dragged his hands over his face. “Shut up,” he begged. “For the love of all that is good in this world, shut up. Shut—up!”

“Oh, I do beg your pardon!” Jaskier huffed. “It’s not as if I can help it. I’m a bard, Geralt, and composing is a large part of what we do. Why, if I did not compose, I’d have nothing to sing, and with nothing to sing I should have no livelihood, and without that, well, how should I live? Would you wish me dead, dear friend? Poor, lonely, destitute Jaskier! Can you imagine, me, become naught but a desperate vagabond, left to my own defenses to st—”

Once more, Geralt sat up. He curled an arm around Jaskier’s head, putting him in a lock as he slapped a hand over his mouth. He yanked Jaskier down onto his chest, caged his arms, and forced him to stop his tapping. For extra measure, he rolled the two of them face down upon the mat and let Jaskier take the full weight of him.

“For five minutes,” Geralt said. “That’s all I’m asking. I will pay you to keep quiet for five minutes, sitting perfectly still. And if you won’t I’ll bundling you up in your bedroll and toss you into the river, let you float back to Moën by yourself.”

And for a moment, that seemed to do the trick. Geralt counted five seconds … ten … then Jaskier began to squirm. The medallion vibrated between them and Geralt bolted to his feet, searching the trees around them. The pixies!

Jaskier started up speaking before even taking a proper breath, words strained in a mad rush. “I will not stand for this abuse of artistry and this brutish handling of my person with so little regard for how I may even breathe with you pressing me into the earth like the trunk of a hundred-year-old redwood tree!” He gasped, breathing deep on empty lungs, and his teeth chattered. He made a strange sound, like a person speaking backward: on the inhale, the most unnatural way. When he spoke again, he seemed several lines ahead of himself, off on a tangent about the difference between redwood and sycamore, evergreens and pine, whether or not pine was an evergreen, and if evergreen was a classification of tree or a species in and of itself.

The medallion’s hum quieted as Jaskier resumed his normal speaking pace. Geralt looked at Jaskier and understood. “You’re enchanted,” he said.

Jaskier stopped and turned to look round at Geralt. “Thank you. First nice thing you’ve said to me all day. Now if I might have an apology for the way you so rudely keep interrupting me, then we might be getting somewhere. As for my question of the evergreen—”

“No, you’re enchanted. Bespelled.”

“Bes—bespelled? Oh fuck, have I been cursed with something? But why? By whom? Why is it these things always happen to me anyhow? If it’s not one thing, it’s another, and more often than not, it’s a curse of the most horrible nature. I’ve half a mind to—”

“Here,” Geralt grunted. “Maybe this will shut you up.”

Geralt lifted the medallion over his head. He walked back to Jaskier and put the medallion around his neck. It still hummed, but more quietly, and Jaskier found, for the first time in days, that his fingers lay still, his foot did not tap, and the words died on his lips.

Jaskier stood in stunned silence as the medallion shook on his chest. He picked it up, eyes wide. “I … ” he trailed. But he did not know what to say.

Geralt sighed, his shoulders going slack. “The spell is still there, but this will relieve you of the effects until we can find those pixies. Their enchantments are weak: annoying party tricks. The silver of the medallion is enough to mute it for now.”

He’d been following the medallion in search of the pixies all this time, but they’d played a clever trick in enchanting Jaskier, turning him in the wrong direction, making him chase after the bard’s magic instead of theirs. He had to admire their originality.

Jaskier stared at the medallion, his face slightly flushed. “Is it really alright to wear this?” he asked very quietly.

Geralt shrugged. “If it means I can get an hour of sleep,” he answered. He lay back down on his bedroll and closed his eyes. “We’ll break camp at lunch and continue our search. When we find those pixies, we’ll get you fixed. For now, try to ignore the vibration as best you can.”

Jaskier let the medallion fall to his chest once more with a smile. Slowly, he sat at the edge of Geralt’s roll, back to him, admiring the bit of silver. “It’s like the purr of a cat,” he said. “Or a tuning fork laid on a hollow box. It’s marvelous.” He tucked it under his shirt, lips quirking slightly. “Kind of tickles,” he chuckled.

Geralt covered his mouth a third time and pulled him down sideways onto his chest. “Please. Just one hour of silence,” he mumbled, giving the top of Jaskier’s head a warning dig with his knuckles. When he removed his hands, Jaskier did not rise, but remained as he was. Geralt gave his shoulder a pat to signal he was free to get up, but Jaskier stayed, relaxing under Geralt’s arm. If Geralt let his arm drape around him, well, he was tired, and Jaskier made an excellent arm rest.

“I’m keeping this,” Jaskier whispered.

Geralt snorted. “Keep dreaming,” he replied.

[hxneydreamers]

Hello, how are you? I just had a question.. What is the bridge of incidents?

BRIDGE OF INCIDENTS | MY SUCCESS STORY

Hey! I'm great thank you! I hope you're well too!

The bridge of incidents, also knows as the bridge of events, is literally just the series of things that happen in order to bring you your manifestation. Some of these things you don't see because they happen behind the scenes, and others you might see.

I'll give you a situation that happened to me as an example:

I wanted to get a pet cat, but my family hated cats and didn't want one. They literally told me from a young age that they never wanted a cat, and even in the recent past they had told me we would never get a cat and gave me a bunch of legitimate reasons why it would never happen. I started thinking so much about cats and what it would be like to have one, aka affirming and thinking as if, that it started to manifest without me realising. My constant thinking as if set off a chain reaction in my reality behind the scenes without me knowing, triggering a series of events that changed my circumstances and brought me my pet cat.

The series of events started with this. My neighbours (who we didn't really know) took their grandmother's pet cat in, because she was unable to take care of it anymore, so suddenly there was a cat living a few houses down from us. This family also had 2 pet dogs and the cat didn't like being around them and wasn't getting enough attention from her family. Meanwhile, my family was constantly working, but suddenly we went into lockdown during the pandemic and everyone started having to work from home. One day, my sister noticed this beautiful grey cat in our backyard and she started interacting with it.

This cat seemed to like exploring the neighbourhood and didn't seem to go home much at all. She also didn't have a collar. My sister told my parents and me about the cat so we were aware. Suddenly the cat started to come back every few days, and since we were all home, my dad and I started giving her some pats and fed her whenever she came to visit. Her visits ended up becoming so frequent that we started to think she didn't have a home and that she was a stray cat. My mum hated cats, but my dad didn't mind them, however, they never wanted us to have a cat, so my parents enforced the rule that my sister and I were only allowed to play with the cat outside the house. She wasn't allowed in.

It was getting colder as it was getting deeper into winter. I remember specifically one day I was sitting outside with my sister and the cat, and we were planning on trying to convince our parents to let us keep her. We introduced the subject but were pretty badly shut down. I literally just laughed internally and said to my sister 'we're getting a cat. I don't care' and I continued to give the cat a cuddle.

I literally thought so consistently that we were going to get a cat that this cat pretty much started living at my house. She was eventually allowed inside. She would sit and cuddle with us in our beds. We even had a basket for her outside to sleep in at night. This situation gave my mum the opportunity to see just how beautiful, sweet and gentle this cat was, and her feelings started to change.

My dad finally started asking around the neighbourhood to see who owned the cat and he found out that the family 2 doors down owned her, and so we weren't able to permanently keep this cat, even though at this point she basically lived with us. She would go out every day and come back to our house as if it was her own. THEN, because we were the ones feeding her and taking care of her all the time, we noticed her start to get bigger and heavier, and she started to eat more and more. We realised she was pregnant and we told her owners.

I kept suggesting to my dad that we could keep one of the kittens once she gave birth as long as her owners were ok with it, but of course, he said no. WHAT A JOKE! I literally ignored whatever he said and I just kept thinking as if we would have a kitten, and since this cat was now basically living as our own, despite the original circumstances, I already felt like I would get this kitten.

Then one day the cat started to go into labour at our house and we had to go tell her owners and quickly take her to them. That day, she gave birth to four cute little kittens, but the cat had to stay with them obviously, so we didn't see her for 6 weeks. HOWEVER, the owners saw my dad during this time and told him that our family had the pick of the litter if we wanted to keep one of the kittens! He saw them and told us all.

After those 6 weeks, we got our kitten.

Those were the bridge of incidents/events that my manifesting set off, which brought me my manifestation, even though the circumstances seemed impossible. As you can see, the whole situation unfolded perfectly and in a way that worked extremely logically in the 3D. That is what the bridge of incidents is, it is the series of events that unfold in order to logically and comprehensibly shift you from one reality to another. This whole process, from the original cat coming into our lives, took about 4 months, and not only did I manifest the original cat basically living as our own, but I also manifested a kitten that we now officially own! AND my family likes cats now! My manifestation literally broke down ANY block. It changed peoples minds and feelings, it summoned a neighbourhood cat into our home, and got her pregnant! HAHAH!

I hope this makes sense to you and gives you some encouragement! :)

[scotianostra]

January 15th 1803  saw the birth of Marjory Fleming, "Pet Marjory", child writer and poet, who died in 1811 of meningitis at the age of 8 years and 11 months.

One of my favourite, yet tragic tales, young Pet Marjory is a touching story of a wee lass that packed so much into her short life.

Marjory Fleming was  an extraordinary child prodigy, she left poems, letters and a journal that are now one of the treasures of the National Library of Scotland; and in 1889 Sir Leslie Stephen, Virginia Woolf's father, wrote an entry about her for the original Dictionary of National Biography, believing that 'no more fascinating infantile author has ever appeared. What makes this all the more remarkable is, Marjory was a mere 8 years old when she died.

It’s been said she was a distant relative of Sir Walter Scott, although there is no real evidence they ever met Robert Louis Stevenson and Mark Twain also thought highly of her.

Marjory spent most of her sixth, seventh and eighth years in Edinburgh being tutored by her teenage cousin, Isabella Keith.  Isabella is mentioned is the somewhat odd opening line of Marjory’s famous journal: ‘Many people are hanged for Highway robbery Housebreking Murder &c. &c. Isabella teaches me everything I know and I am much indebted to her she is learnen witty & sensible.’

Marjory returned to Kirkcaldy in July 1811, and wrote on 1 September to her cousin, ‘We are surrounded with measles at present on every side’. She herself contracted measles in November and although she apparently recovered, died in December from what is now thought to have been meningitis. She was a month short of her ninth birthday.

Marjory was an accomplished and witty poet and diarist although she was not published until 50 years after her death. Her writings became hugely popular in the Victorian period albeit with the published editions altered as some her her language was thought inappropriate for an eight year old. The first account of her was given by a London journalist in the Fife Herald and reprinted as a booklet entitled Pet Marjorie: a Story of Child Life Fifty Years Ago. The nickname ‘Pet’ and the spelling of her name with ‘ie’ were inventions of her biographer: both appear on Marjory’s gravestone in Abbotshall Kirkyard, Kirkcaldy erected in 1930.

 Marjory’s precocious intellect is noted in the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography: ‘She records enjoying the poems of Pope and Gray, the Arabian Nights, Ann Radcliff’s ‘misteris [sic] of udolpho’, the Newgate calendar, and ‘tails’ by Maria Edgworth and Hannah More.’  Her abilities are also apparent in the pithy comments in her journal and in her valiant attempts to write in rhyming couplets.

Robert Louis Stevenson is quoted as saying, ‘Marjory Fleming was possibly – no, I take back possibly – she was one of the noblest works of God.’

I had a hunt around and found a few of her poems and have picked out two that I liked best the first is written about her cousin with whom she lived in Edinburgh, the simplicity and innocence of the poem I must admit has brought a tear to my eye, especially as it written by a 6 year old……“

My Dear love Isabella”

Here lies sweet Isabell in bed, With a night-cap on her head; Her skin is soft, her face is fair, And she has very pretty hair; She and I in bed lie nice. And undisturbed by rats and mice; She is disgusted with Mr. Worgan, Though he plays upon the organ. Her nails are neat, her teeth are white, Her eyes are very, very bright; In a conspicuous town she lives, And to the poor her money gives; Here ends sweet Isabella’s story, And may it be much to her glory.I love in Isa’s bed to lie, Oh, such joy and luxury! The bottom of the bed I sleep, And with great care within I creep; Oft I embrace her feet of lillys, But she has gotten all the pillys. Her neck I never can embrace, But I do hug her feet in place.

The manuscripts of Marjory Fleming’s writings can be seen in the National Library of Scotland online here https://digital.nls.uk/marjory-fleming/archive/100989212

You can also see more about her here  https://www.trivia-library.com/.../biography-of-scottish...16 

[lesbiansforboromir]

Let me tell you all about a very personally satisfying HC I have that, whilst perhaps explaining some things within the books, is really just for my own enjoyment. 

So, the idea originates in the concept that everyone in the Dol Amrothian line are very spooky. The close elven lineage and living near an old abandoned elven haven had particularly mysterious effects on the whole family. Sure there are Dunadain in Gondor and they can develop certain spooky traits, but the Lords of Dol Amroth start out spooky and usually stay that way. It goes up and down depending on the individual, but generally they are all uncanny at the very least.

Denethor can see into the hearts of men, yeah ok cool I guess. Imrahil goes down to the Dol Amroth harbour at dusk and whispers to the swans until midnight, he answers questions you were sure you did not say out loud, he can make you weep with genuine grief over a sadness he hasn’t even mentioned. Speaking with Finduilas sometimes makes you feel like time passes in an instant, or incredibly slowly, or not at all... except no... really... how much time has passed? Wasn’t it just morning? How is the sun setting already? Or, oh my gosh, I’m going to be late! Or... not..? it’s barely been a few moments, yet I feel like I just lived a lifetime...

Ivriniel insists this is all nonsense, doggedly, she refuses to acknowledge it, no matter how many political rivals raise her considerable ire and come down with a mysterious and debilitating illness the next day. Grandmother Duilindes is just straight up a witch. ‘It’s all for the honour of Eru’ she says placatingly, as she enters her rooms in the Palace that she forbids anyone else from entering.

Denethor had heard these rumours before meeting Finduilas and, sure, he sometimes feels like he is being hunted, only to turn and find Adrahil’s eyes on him. But Dunadain are just a little strange like that! Surely it’s been blown out of proportion. He believes this up until he comes to Dol Amroth as Finduilas’ suitor. 

Denethor: Shall we take a walk after dinner? Everyone looks up from their plates in alarm Adrahil: Are you joking? Denethor: ??? Imrahil: It's the seventh day! The gardens aren't to be disturbed! Denethor, whispering to Finduilas: What does that mean?? Finduilas, chuckling: oh, Denethor! 

He sees Imrahil whispering to the swans at one point and is about to call out to him before Finduilas quickly gestures him silent.

Denethor, whispered: What is he doing? Finduilas: Shh, if the swans hear us we'll surely be attacked. Denethor: But then shouldn't Imrah- Finduilas: SHH.

One evening Ivriniel sweeps in with a stormy countenance, muttering over Lord Garahel’s stupidity. The next morning Denethor hears Imrahil mention that Lord Garahel has been taken ill with some fainting sickness. The look he gives Ivriniel is enough for her to know his mind. 

Ivriniel: Your imagination will run wild Denethor, I had thought you more reasonable. You think I, what? Cursed him? Don’t be ridiculous. Denethor, turning to Finduilas: Do you think... she knows she's doing it? Finduilas: Oh no, in fact she's determined to remain ignorant to it. Denethor: Can you... do that? Finduilas: I havent tried :)

At some point Finduilas had told Denethor that ‘Imrahil is the odd one of the family’ and by the end of the visit all Denethor can think is ‘by what metric??’

Denethor had to admit to himself privately that he was not at all put off by Finduilas’ nature, but he did have cause to worry what their children would be like. Finduilas came across Denethor, early after Boromir’s birth, rocking him to sleep and murmuring softly; 'I may have my failings as a father, I am sure I shall, but I swear they will be honestly meant, I love you so dearly my son... please do not curse me when you are older and I do not allow you everything you ask. I promise I only ever have your wellness in mind.' And she thought it was very sweet and proper, but she didn’t tell him he was wrong! And for very good reason! 

Boromir was an unnerving child. He learned to speak just a little too quickly, and when he did he would often say uncanny things, too knowing things, indecipherable things that became daunting the longer you thought about them. He had such a powerful grasp of complex feeling that he would often solve arguments between adults, explain emotions back at his parents or offer reasons for another child’s behaviour that were so accurate it became uncomfortable. 

3yo Boromir: (explains the reason Denethor’s secretary was distracted that day unprompted) Finduilas: (laughs) yes that's right! Denethor: It's.... TOO right. Finduilas: Oh well children are intuitive aren't they? Denethor, picking Boromir up: ... I feel under qualified to teach you things. Boromir: (baby-giggles but in a like way too knowing way)

And then sometimes Denethor would be sitting reading on a bench on a balcony in the early evening with Boromir contentedly playing with a fiddle-toy beside him, and suddenly his son’s voice would break the silence with; 'When I wasn't here I was colder, so I think I like it here, I'll stay. The air isn't as delicious but there's more to see.'

And then he’d go back to playing as though nothing was wrong whilst Denethor had an existential crisis. 

Denethor: W.. where were you, before? Boromir: Well I didn't know, because I couldn't know, but now I can know things, just not that. I haven't decided if I like it.

He asks Finduilas about it as soon as he can find her and she just laughs, ‘don't worry he'll forget he knows that in a few years’ she says, as though that helps at all.

But in general this is as far as Boromir ventures into the ‘spooky Dol Amroth’ territory. Sometimes he mentions things he CHOSE NOT to do that suggests he is capable of more, but other than randomly forcing Denethor to consider his position in the universe and reading him for shit, the first five years of being a parent is fine for Denethor.

At one point, when Boromir was about two, someone asked Finduilas if they were planning for another baby soon. Finduilas laughed ruefully, as though everyone would know that was a foolish question. ‘Oh no, much too soon for that’ she said. Denethor knew he had to follow up on what the hell that meant later. But when asked, all Finduilas said was ‘Oh you know! If siblings are born too close then they align their powers. Haven’t you heard my father talk about my uncles?’ She says it with the same tone as reading something out of a parenting manual. Denethor doesn’t want to hear about Finduilas’ uncles, but accepts this is important and stops thinking about it.

And it’s a good thing they did wait because, whilst Boromir was unnerving, Faramir is straight up terrifying.

What Denethor realised was that Boromir had been showing restraint. Faramir however was very comfortable with his powers and saw no reason not to use them. Denethor would find himself lost in baby Faramir’s eyes, feeling unable to move simply because of the weight of his stare. Finduilas and Boromir would have to save him from Faramir’s grasp, an act that would make Faramir look very put out. 

If people irritated Denethor when he was holding his youngest son, then just a glance from this child would make them drop whatever they were holding, Faramir grinning victoriously all the while. If Faramir did not want to take a bath then Finduilas would have to be present in case the baby decided to make Denethor relive his entire childhood. 

Sometimes Denethor would come outside to see his toddler just surrounded by the street cats of Minas Tirith, conducting some kind of incomprehensible tribunal that all the cats appeared to abide by. At one point Boromir was holding Faramir when Faramir grasped his brother’s face and pulled so that their eyes locked. Boromir passively held Faramir’s intense gaze for a while in this charged and tense moment, before calmly looking away as Faramir pouted. Denethor once again begged Finduilas to explain, but all she had to give was a fond sigh and a ‘Aw, Faramir just wants to get to know him, but our Boromir is too canny, Ivriniel and I used to do that.’ Denethor is used to helpless bemusement and concern by now. 

Now the SECOND part to this HC- YES I’M STILL GOING, THIS IS ALL IMPORTANT- the second part is that Dol Amrothians ALSO get a kind of ‘choice’. (This is likely not at all canon friendly tbh but uwu I can have a leetle canon noncompliance if it doesn’t effect the vast expansive canon... as a treat) It is far more unconscious and happens in childhood, but there is a point where a child will ‘decide’ to continue being spooky or to be more mundane. This never overrides ALL the spookiness, hence Ivriniel’s intermittent cursing and Finduilas’ occasional time dilation, but Imrahil still out spooks the lot of them. Amongst the family this is known as ‘settling’.

Boromir settles when he is eight. One day he comes to breakfast and Denethor looks into his son’s face and feels like he is suddenly more in the world, more in the moment. Boromir seems as himself as ever, but he makes friends easier afterwards. Whereas he had always been liked, now he is popular and has close relationships with children, rather than always seeming too distant. This also coincides with one of Gandalf’s rare visits. He had been trying to connect with Boromir, trying to engage him on very specific topics. Boromir had not been amused. 

Denethor would never say that Boromir hating Gandalf’s vibes was the reason he settled for mundanity. Boromir had many good reasons, he is sure. But the fact that he chose that moment to settle, so that Denethor was allowed to watch Gandalf also realise that Boromir was no longer ‘apt to his hand’, well he might have gleaned some little pleasure from it. 

The only aspect Boromir retains is his general resistance to such spookiness. Hence his frustration in both Rivendell and Lothlorien, the time distortion of those places not effecting him and the imposed rest not touching him, meaning he feels every passing day keenly. It also explains his resistance towards the Balrog’s doomful presence, as well as his heightened distress at Galadriel’s ability to see into his mind, where he had always been able to defend himself before. 

Faramir on the other hand is seven when he settles, thoroughly content with his spooky powers and wanting even more command over them. It is with this settling that he becomes able to sometimes cause people pain for lying to him. Denethor... struggles as a single father for many reasons.