#also imagine just being in that room for a therapy session with that family

[peony-pearl]

A summary of your blog: The Fire Nation Family therapist <33

OMG I am honored XDD

[fictioninmyblood]

I Meant That Shit

Summary: N’Jadaka gets tired of waiting for Y/N to forgive him and come home, so he decides to let Killmonger bring her back, kicking and screaming if necessary.

Warnings: 18+, noncon/con, smut, D/s themes, Entitled and pissed Erik being devious. Shouldthere be a warning for angst?

A/N: This was supposed to be short, but here we are. Enjoy my sexually starved thoughts.

A/N: Also, idk if this needs to be said, but I write for my demographic - black females. This has been my disclaimer/notice.

A/N: My work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

After his reluctant rehabilitation, there weren't many things that brought out his killer instinct anymore. However, it seemed that lately, despite all the sparring, therapy, and meditation sessions, Erik couldn’t shake the urge to knock some sense into his girl Y/N. 

A few weeks prior when she told him she needed space and couldn’t stay in Wakanda and ignore her life anymore, he said some things. She took it the wrong way and told him they were over, as if.

When she first left, Erik was sure she’d break down and FaceTime him or use the kimoyo beads he taught her to use. She was always more vocal about missing him, so he just assumed she’d break down and restart their communication. Imagine his surprise when a whole two weeks rolled by without so much as a text, call, or video chat. He was desperate for anything from her, even a verbal lashing, but by the time a month came and went, he felt like a fiend going through withdrawal.

During week six, his excitement to finally lay his eyes on Y/N was quickly cut short when he realized she was still talking to his family even though he had been getting the silent treatment. That displeasing information lit him like a powder keg when he saw another man in Y/N’s background, getting dressed no less. T’Challa dragged him from Shuri’s lab ready to bust a gasket when his babygirl asked Shuri to go into a different room and his little cousin actually listened! His whole family was against him again it would seem.

When T’Challa got him back to his room, all he did was pace. It was ten full minutes of the king warily watching his cousin stew when M’Baku walked right into the line of fire as Erik turned to beat the shit out of his cousin. T’Challa easily dodged the current threat on his life as the giant grabbed Erik’s hands in one of his, quickly disarming him and making the pouting man even more enraged. 

“You all have been talking to her this whole time?” N’Jadaka roared.

“Just Shuri and I. She made us promise to let you figure it out for yourself, but you’ve been failing miserably cousin! Absolutely clueless!” T’Challa replied.

Erik struggled against M’Baku’s vice grip to no avail.

“No shit Sherlock. I’m gonna whoop yawls asses. M’Baku let me go.”

“Not until you promise to have a conversation with your mouth instead of your hands. I am not prepared to get involved in another war between you two.”

Erik took a few deep breaths. “Fine, I’m good.”

Once M’Baku was sure there would be no immediate violence he let go.

“You better start explaining real fucking soon T,” Erik spat, pointing an accusatory finger at T’Challa.

“Okay! Okay! Y/N is struggling to accept that you actually want her around long term!” T’Challa word-vomited.

If the prince wasn’t already enraged, the king and tribal chief would’ve laid out in hysterics at how N’Jadaka’s face screwed up. “How sway! How?!”

“From what Shuri has explained and I’ve gathered in my eavesdropping is that she thinks you only want to claim her without actually growing with her. Everything is on your terms, your way, in  your time. She’s been far more  patient than most would be with you so I can’t say she’s wrong.”

Erik jumped at T’Challa, scaring him and the big gorilla chief. “I oughta beat you up for keeping your mouth shut.”

“She and Shuri threatened me within an inch of my life and they scare me more than you. Besides, according to them, you can’t keep relying on us to figure out what’s going on in your relationship and I couldn’t find a valid disagreement.”

Erik nearly did slap T’Challa at the last sentiment.

“Aye aye!” M’Baku shouted, getting between the two yet again, “He is being truthful now. That counts eh? And if I may interject, I think you’re aiming your anger at the wrong person.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Erik said, deflating under the weight of that truth, “but his ass still bout to pay me back and I know just how.”

————-

A few hours later…

“You know, when I told you that you could pay me back with The Royal Talon Fighter, I didn’t expect you to tag along.”

“Who else was going to keep an eye on our Wakandan technology or keep you from murdering anyone in the vicinity of Y/N, especially any man?”

Erik rolled his eyes and huffed. “I guess.”

“Or Y/N from killing you for just showing up jealous despite being radio silent since long before she left Wakanda.”

“Alright alright! You made your point. Damn! Just drive the fancy metal.”

—

Erik was all confidence until the second they landed in Atlanta. Yeah, Killmonger was out for blood and was ready to bring their girl back kicking and screaming if necessary, but Erik N’Jadaka Stevens? He was a nervous fucking wreck.

T’Challa and M’Baku’s words really struck a nerve and he had nothing but time to stew over them on the ride to your family’s hometown ranch. Before he met you, Killmonger made all the decisions, kept him alive and ahead of the game, whatever game he was surviving at the moment. He lived like that for well over a decade when he met you, but you didn’t bat an eyelash at his swift mood swings, his bloodthirst, or his possessiveness, often putting him in place. You handled him with love and care, showing him how to become the softer version of himself without sacrificing your boundaries too much. He was quickly realizing that he sometimes pushed too hard, took too much, neglected your requirements. It was your stern patience, however, that was enough to allow you to become the first person to get him the person instead of him the killer to come out and communicate, interact, and live rather than survive. 

You did it for him a second time around when he came out of cryo too. He hadn’t told you anything about how he would go about his goals, opting just to disappear and execute so it was a surprise of a lifetime to wake up to your beautiful Y/E/C. After getting over his initial anger over you seeing the worst of him, you were the first person he responded to or let touch him during his recovery. Even going so far as not allowing the medical staff to redress his wounds if he was awake.

Only your touch soothed him, only your voice gave him peace. You made him less of a killing machine and more human again, made him want to address the tsunami of emotions and trauma that he lugged around. He didn’t want to jeopardize your willingness to be that for him but he recognized how you were always giving all you had just to receive an inch of progress from him. If that.

Unfortunately, all of his introspection and nervousness flew right out of the truck T’Challa had them in when he saw you walking up to your personal guesthouse with a man in tow. Killmonger immediately took the reins pushing him and his feelings down into the abyss, and leaping out of the car before T’Challa could come to a complete stop with his cousin calling after him.

“Y/N!” Killmonger shouted from the end of the long-ass driveway, rage evident in his voice.

Y/N was haphazardly trying to get her drunk cousin up the stairs while nervously dropping her keys when she heard Killmonger. She’s only encountered him a few times since meeting Erik, after the first time she brought him back to himself, he did his best to keep that part from her. It didn’t always work since any repressed feeling or issue the man had was poured into his alter ego, feeding his desire to be wild and untamed in his decision-making. So she knew he was out for blood with just the sound of her name.

She got the key in just as Killmonger got to the beginning of her walkway up to the house. As quickly as she could, she pulled her cousin in, slamming and locking the door in her partner’s face, leaving the beast to bang on her door and demand entrance.

“I’m not dealing with your bulldozing tactics Kill! You can come back when Erik is ready to face his fucking feelings and have an adult conversation!”

“If you know what’s good for you and that nigga in there, you better open this ghatdamn door Y/N!” He roared in response.

Y/N’s cousin couldn’t stop laughing, no matter how much she waved him off. Getting trashed 3 nights in a row after a bad breakup and crashing with his favorite cousin after hearing how she was hiding from both the world and the love of her life as well didn’t prepare him for seeing her so out of character. One second she was fleeing from the man, the next she was big and bad from behind a locked door in all her 5’5” glory. It was comical as hell to him.

“You know you look constipated when you cuss? Like that stick in your ass is fighting every syllable.” He said, immediately dying in another fit of laughter at his analogy.

“Who the fuck is that in there with you, Y/N, and don’t fucking lie!”

“The next man. Nice to meet you. You must be the ex.” her cousin shouted out in a drunken slur to Y/N’s horror.

Yeah, she knew she wasn’t in the wrong, and there was no reason to defend herself against this man, but she knew not to press certain buttons once Kill made an appearance. Her cousin, unfortunately, had no discernment to see that he had just pressed the biggest red button Kill had when it came to her.

Y/N watched the myriad of emotions that crossed Erik’s face through the peephole, praying to every ancestor and display of the creator she could think of that this man wasn’t going to go full psycho-killer on them both. The last thing she needed was him taking several steps back in his healing just to unnecessarily add another scar, maybe 2 with how pissed he looked. 

Y/N turned back to her cousin, ready to kill him for putting her in even hotter water, only to find that nigga was sleep, leaving Y/N to deal with the consequences on her own. 

As soon as she had that thought her ears piqued, taking in how silent it had gotten. All she could hear was the crunch of gravel as T’Challa finally pulled in and got out. When she peeked outside the peephole again, she was met with a confused T’Challa looking for Erik.

A chill ran up her spine and her blood ran cold as she slowly turned to her current worst fear; Killmonger pissed as hell, staring her down with a knife to her cousin’s throat.

“Give me one good reason not to paint your brand new carpet with this nigga’s blood Y/F/N then fuck you on the new color.”

Putting her hands up in a placating manner, Y/N slowly inched towards Kill, stopping when he dug the knife just slightly deeper, exposing a thin line of blood, as her cousin slept unawares.

Donning a submissive voice as if she was talking to a wild animal, “Erik, baby calm down.”

“Don’t baby calm down me! You out here giving other niggas what’s mine? Mine Y/N!”

“That’s not–”

“Don’t tell me that’s not what’s going on when you’ve been M.I.Fucking.A. for weeks! And the first thing I see both on video chat and in person is you with some random?! I’ll murder every nigga to ever touch you, keep tryna play me.”

“Nobody’s playing you Daka, look closer, you know him. I promise I haven’t been stepping out on you.” Y/N continued on, internally rolling her eyes at the toddler temper tantrum she had to placate this nigga out of. “My stupidly in love, trying to escape his own heartache, and loves drama when drunk cousin that you have met several times was just egging you on.”

Kill looked closer to the man’s face and released the filter of rage clouding his judgment, upon closer inspection he realized they’d met at several of the many family gatherings he’d attended with Y/N/N. Slowly easing the knife from her cousin’s throat, Erik struggled to fight back tears at his behavior. He was proving he wasn’t good enough for her, he hadn’t actually changed all that much. Kill took the reins once again, unwilling to let him process his feelings of abandonment and betrayal just yet. Rushing towards Y/N, he laid the knife flat on the side of her face, taking up residence on the other side.

Biting a huge hickey along her jawline, before grasping her earlobe in between his teeth, Killmonger growled, “So if you ain’t been fucking him, who you been fucking?”

Although Y/N knew she logically had nothing to feel guilty about, how he was questioning her made her want to lie down and worship him as an apology regardless. She took a deep breath to center herself, understanding that any sign of nervousness would be taken as an omission of guilt.

Y/N ran her hands up his arms and over his shoulder blades to hold his face in her palms. He reluctantly released her earlobe to allow her to face him, naturally allowing the blade to rest against her neck ever so gently.

“N’Jadaka. Erik, baby? Look at me, I have been trying to live without you miserably for the last few weeks. I’ve only been going out since Y/C/N got here and I have to beg for breaks because I’m basically his chaperone. You believe me don’t you?”

Erik looked at her with suspicion clouding his eyes. He dropped the knife and held her throat in his hands, squeezing just tight enough to hint to either pleasure or pain, pushing her against the front door.

“Ion know. Why should I?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Y/N took a chance and palmed his face, caressing his cheekbone with her thumb. “Cause you know that no matter how much you stress me out, isolate yourself from me, or threaten anyone who seems to have more access to me than you, that I love your crazy ass.”

Erik squeezed a little tighter, not enough to hurt her but enough to reassert his dominance. Y/N put a hand over his, doing her best to ground herself in the feeling of his hands rather than how much she wanted to cum from the pressure of them.”

“Sorry,” Y/N squeaked out, “I love every version of you, no matter how threatening any of them may be and I physically can’t stand to have anyone else touch me the way I let you touch me.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you?”

“Nah, princess, the other part.”

“No matter how threatening-” she started, but was cut off by the growl emanating from Erik’s chest and the pulsing release and pressure of him allowing her small gasps of air. “You know what I mean Y/N, don’t test me lil mama.”

Erik held his squeeze on her neck, tilting it ever so slightly to lick the side of her face and hold her earlobe between his teeth, tugging.

Y/N couldn’t hold back the guttural moan if she tried. Just barely keeping her eyes from rolling back and donning her sweetest sub voice, she said, “I physically can’t stand to have anyone else touch me the way I let you touch me big daddy. It literally makes me nauseous.”

Erik released her ear with a wet snap against her face, “It does?”

Y/N hummed and nodded her head as best she could in her current predicament.

Killmonger covered the forgiving face Erik started to make, replacing it with one of his stern, unyielding looks. “Then why you leave me and give me the silent treatment for weeks?”

Y/N whined at the tightening of his hands, closing her eyes to savor the pleasure only he could illicit lighting her body on fire.

Erik bit her bottom lip roughly, nearly drawing blood. “That’s not an answer.”

Losing the battle against her libido and subspace, Y/N whined again.

In a faux sweet voice Erik said, “Awww, is little mama already too far gone in her head thinking about all the ways imma mark you.”

Y/N nodded again, lost in the many images she’d acquired from her sexual experiences with Erik and Kill over the years.

“Good.” And with those words, Y/N was suddenly looking at Erik’s ass and the floor as he stomped upstairs to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

He tossed her on the bed and roughly stripped her of her clothes, halter top first, bottoms and panties all in one fell swoop last, leaving her heels on.

He positioned her over his knee and popped her cheeks until her bottom was flushed with his favorite shade of reddish purple and warmed his hands with the heat she emanated.

By the time he was done, Y/N wanted to be a ball of tears, but could only sniffle, her voice too shy to make an appearance when Kill took the reins of their scenes like this for fear of upsetting him further.

Erik used his knee to spread her legs open far enough to see her flower drenching her thighs in her nectar for him. He took two fingers to swipe some of it onto them for him to put in his mouth and savor, groaning at how much sweeter she seemed to have gotten since last he held her.

He laid her onto the bed and got up to undress himself, slapping her already sore ass when she didn’t move a muscle.

“You know what’s up. Face down, ass up lil mama.”

Y/N groaned but slowly inched her way into position. Already feeling like jello, she barely put an arch in her back, struggling not to lay back down and pass out.

Killmonger was not happy with that. After he’d removed everything except his grills and chain he let both his palms come down on her cheeks simultaneously.

Sounding more animal than human, “If you don’t assume the position like you got some sense, I swear to the gods Y/N.”

She was still lethargic, but was eager to experience less of his painful assaults and more of the pleasurable ones that she knew were around the corner. It took all of her strength but she was able to inch herself into position, deepening her arch just the way he demanded with her arms by her side and her cheek resting against the comforter.

“Good girl.”

With how pliant she was to his commands and the evidence of how much she trusted and wanted him dripping down her thighs, it took all of his restraint not to plunge himself into her until he felt her cervix try to push him back out.

Y/N smiled faintly at the praise, humming and wiggling her ass in response.

Killmonger grasped her wrists as he knelt to get up close and personal with his pussy. He spread her lips so he could get an eyeful of her throbbing clit and blew on it, eliciting a guttural moan from Y/N, before replacing his hand back on her wrist.

“Just you wait mamas, you gonna be screaming and crying by the time I’m done with you.”

He licked her juices on both thighs, leaving hickies all over them both before he finally put his whole face in her pussy and ate. If it wasn’t for the grasp he had on her wrists, she would have collapsed immediately.

Erik was a good kisser in general, but Killmonger was a master at french kissing, especially her pussy, until she was questioning whether or not she still wanted the pleasure. Those deep soul sucking kisses always made her question her sanity.

He slurped up and suctioned her clit into his mouth like that’s where it belonged, flicking it with the tip of his tongue until she came with a silent scream, without ever releasing her tiny bud. Then he released it with a pop only to hold her lips open and spit directly onto her hole, watching his saliva drip down onto her clit. He flattened his tongue and licked like the dog he could be until she was a whining, moaning mess, tears streaming down her face just as promised. 

Once the first sound hit his ears, she couldn’t stop the noises he was pulling from her if she was mute, let alone at the mercy of his insatiable thirst for her most animalistic responses.

Kill continued his assault with his tongue, moving through her folds in a rhythm only he knew. After he’d gotten two more orgasms from her that way, Y/N alternating between screaming and crying, he latched his plush lips back around her clit, assaulting the sensitive bundle of nerves, and plunged his two most trustworthy fingers into her, immediately finding her gspot and caressing it with an incessant ‘come hither’ motion until she was squirting and creaming uncontrollably. Not willing to let go just yet he dragged it out for what seemed like forever since she briefly lost consciousness and came to, lips still parted in the O of her silent screams, with his mouth still eagerly slurping up the waterfall his fingers were responsible for. All Y/N could do was turn her head the other way to watch what she could see of him, whining and moaning.

When she could barely release any more spurts he released her, licking his hand, fingers, and forearm clean as he slowly stroked his hard as steel member. 

In the great deep of her sex haze, Y/N mumbled, “He brought dick too? How are we gonna survive dick too when he almost killed us with just his mouth and fingers.”

Erik chuckled at her ramblings, proud that he was, as usual, responsible for her senseless words.

When his precum made an appearance, he swiped it up with his thumb and rubbed it into her pussy, almost immediately replacing his thumb with the tip of his dick. Wanting to savor this moment of finally being able to reconnect with his pussy, he played with her, just like that. Rubbing the tip of his dick in both of their juices, up and down her pussy lips, circling her clit, and coming to apply just enough pressure to her desperately clenching hole, only to rinse and repeat. On and on he went, teasing them both until his quietly whimpering babygirl was back to guttural whines.

He knew she was right where he wanted her mentally when she started begging.

“Please big daddy, I’m so sorry. Please baba E, please baba, please. Please please please please please pleaaaaaasssssseeeeee.”

When he was good and ready, he pulled her up by her throat until she was flush against him, licked her tears from her cheek, and forced her to look him in the eyes.

“You don’t do that disappearing and silent treatment shit ever again Y/N. You hear me?”

Y/N nodded and blinked at him with a puppy eyed look that damn near melted the ice caps of his attitude, but he was quick to remind her who’s big daddy in their relationship.

“When I told you, you were mine, I meant that shit mama.”

“Yes, baba,” Y/N squeaked out.

He tongued her down with one of his sloppy french kisses and as soon as he felt her body relax in his hold, he did exactly what his body had been begging for since the second he saw her. He pushed himself into her until he felt the tip of her cervix try to push him all the way back out, savoring the fucked out look she wore as her body spasmed with the unexpected orgasm, he held them there letting her ride it out. 

In this moment he was grateful for the years of curated discipline since the way her pussy clamped onto him almost triggered his own mind numbing orgasm. Although he successfully staved off his nut, he couldn’t stop the way all of his fight was knocked right out of him.  Finally rid of the aggression that his Killmonger personality oozed, Erik was able to finally take in his queen, his Y/N, in all her sex hazed glory.

When she finally came down from her high he started moving, giving her slow and deep strokes as he showered her face and neck with kisses, hoping his attempt at lovemaking showed her just how priceless she was to him, how desperate he’d been without her.

Kiss, “I’m sorry too mamas,” kiss “I know how much you love me and I don't understand why,” kiss, “you,” kiss, “insist,” kiss, “on pouring all of the best parts of yourself into me.” He couldn’t help but shed a tear at the relief he felt, having her in his arms again. “I promise to do better,” kiss, “to listen and pay attention more,” kiss, “to treat you like the empress you are,” kiss, “just say you’ll come home with me,” kiss, “promise you’ll take your rightful place by my side mamas,” kiss, “claim your right as my queen.”

Y/N was a moaning, whining mess, barely holding onto consciousness and shedding her favorite kind of tears, just as promised.

Erik tucked his face into her neck, struggling to keep himself from cumming too soon since her pussy was gripping him like a boa constrictor, indicating that yet another orgasm wasn’t too far.

He held himself in the deepest parts of her and put a little whine in his hips. “Please mama, come home with me.”

Just when he thought he could hold out no longer she arched into him and screamed yes over and over, overwhelmed with her orgasm, and squirted all over them both. Erik came in her almost at the exact same time, his orgasm nearly knocking him out with how it overcame him from head to toe. Both of them slumped into the bed.

—

By the time he finally started to get up, her screams had quieted back to whimpers.

Erik slowly and gently removed her heels from her feet, massaging the soles with just the right amount of pressure.

He cleaned both of them with a warm washcloth and ran the tub, placing some bubble bath soap, epsom salt, essential oils, and dried rose petals in the water. Wanting to balance out the intrusive way he barged back into her life, he lit some candles and incense as well, and placed his favorite body oil of hers on the counter.

When he came back to get her in the tub, she was silently staring into space in the same place and position he left her. After he got her to turn over and sit up, he scooped her into his arms bridal and brought her to the tub, gently placing her into the suds.

Once he saw her relax he went back to the bedroom to strip and change the sheets, wanting their transition back into the room to be seamless. When he came back into the bathroom her head was leaned against the edge of the tub, eyes closed, and tears were streaming down her face, alarming him to the fact that although he’d won the battle, he was still losing the war with treating his girl with the care she really was looking for from him.

Choking up himself, he kneeled next the tub and leaned over her face, kissing the droplets left behind.

“I’m so sorry mamas. You know that right?” His voice cracked at the end.

Although she started nodding yes, she ended up shaking her head no.

“Can you open your eyes for me please?”

Y/N shook her head no again.

“Pretty please?”

Again she shook her head no. She was too scared to look him in his eyes, anytime he touched her or they made eye contact she folded to his desires and needs, abandoning her own.

A little defeated, but determined to win all of her back, not just her body, Erik switched tactics.

“May I get into the tub with you and hold you?”

Y/N hesitated a few moments before she nodded yes. As soon as she heard the rustle of him standing back up she scooted forward allowing him to sit behind her.

Once he was seated, Erik gently pulled her into him, urging her body to use him as she did the edge of the tub. The moment she relaxed in his embrace, head lolling slightly to the left, he started kissing up and down her neck from where her ear met her face to her collarbone.

When he felt enough time had passed, he tried to get her to open up to him again.

“Lil mama?”

Y/N hummed.

“Tell me what’s on your mind please, I promise to listen.”

Y/N held up her pinky and asked, “Pinky promise?”

Erik locked his pinky with hers and brought her hand to his lips, softly talking against it, “Pinky Promise.”

She pulled her hand away, putting it back in her lap to join the other one, under the water.

Taking a deep breath she started.

“Am I a toy to be played with Daka?” Erik was ready to answer but kept silent, knowing she needed to get all of her thoughts out before he interrupted her. “To be taken out of storage to be used and then tossed aside when you’re not getting the desired result anymore?”

Rubbing the sides of her thighs and suddenly very scared, he said, “ no mamas.”

“Then why do you get to demand time and attention and energy from me, but when I ask for a sliver of honest communication, the smallest amount of all three resources you have to offer me, you shut me out? Why is it only okay for you to communicate what’s going on with you and us when you feel like it, when it's convenient? Why do I always have to beg for you to lean on me, to use me softly? Why do I have to beg you to let me hold you. Why don’t you ever just ask? Why do I have to grovel at your feet to be held by you? Why is the only time you make love to me when you’re trying to win me back? Why?” 

By the end of her list, Y/N was sobbing. Erik wrapped his arms around her body and tucked his chin in the curve of her neck and let a few tears drop himself before he answered.

“I don’t know mamas. I guess…,” he wiped the tears from his face and gulped down the rising tsunami of emotion that she so easily created with just a few sentences before he wrapped his arm back around her, “...I guess I’m just terrified.”

“Of what baby? Haven’t I been here? Haven’t I done the best to support you with all that I am, to remain honest with you and show you that I am loyal to our future?”

He kissed her shoulder and said, “you have. I just-”

Y/N pulled out of his arms to finally look him in the eye, “You just what? Aren’t my efforts to build a life with you enough?”

Erik palmed her face and gave her a deep kiss, hoping to transfer all of his emotion into it.

He put his forehead against hers and said, “I’m just so fucking terrified of losing you. To have the warmth of your love snatched away at a moment's notice. I’m terrified in a way I haven’t been in so fucking long that I just convince myself that its better to pull away and show you how unworthy I am of the full magnitude of your love.”

He pulled away and kissed her forehead, grateful she was finally looking him in the eyes again. “But this time of separation showed me I am nothing without you, just a hollow shell, no love to warm my soul and bones. Even the care and concern of my family isn’t enough to fill the abyss that’s created in your absence.”

Y/N swiped away the stray tears from his face, “that’s-”

“I know. Super intense.”

“Yes. But I was gonna say a relief to hear. You never really give me any verbal confirmation that you feel as deeply for me as I do for you unless I say I love you first.”

“I know mamas, but I promise to do better, be better, for you.”

Y/N pecked his lips. “No Baba. For you. You need to talk your feelings out loud so you can hear it too. You need to know that the only reason you’re able to love me so deeply is because you love yourself that deep, if not deeper, first. Understand?”

Erik smirked, yet again grateful that he had such a wise and loving partner who always held up the pieces of mirror he’d sworn he’d broken to pieces.

“Yea lil mama, I understand.”

“Good…,” Y/N kissed him again, deepening the kiss but teasing him slightly with how lightly she moved her lips against his. When she pulled away, she almost regretted bursting his bubble. “...cause I’m not going back with you until I’m ready.”

Erik’s face instantly fixed itself into a scowl. “But-”

Y/N held a finger to his lips. “I said when I’m ready, not never. I came home to get back to taking care of me, love me, and understanding what my needs are.”

His pout deepened.

“And I learned that I need to stop jumping when you say jump. So I go back when I feel that I’m ready, not because you showed up and demanded it of me. Okay?”

He was a little deflated, but still holding onto the hope of her eventually coming back with him.

“Okay, but I’m staying with you until you’re ready.”

“But-.” 

It was Erik’s turn to hush her with a finger. “I already know what you’re going to say and my duties will be waiting for me when we go back together. Now that you’re back in my arms I’m in no hurry to lose the privilege again.”

“You’re not!”

“You’re right, cause I’m staying.”

All Y/N could do was chuckle, understanding that she’d lost this battle and relishing in the fact that she won the war. It seemed he was finally starting to understand what she needed because although she was indeed going to complain about him having responsibilities to return to, she really did need him to stay. That abyss he had was mirrored in her heart and only time with him would close it back up.

Both satisfied that they worked through the root issue, they went back to enjoying the bath, Y/N comfortably resting her head against Erik.

When they were all pruney and the water was verging on cold, Erik stood them up to drain the tub and turned on the shower to rinse them both. After he dried them both, he quickly lotioned his body with shea butter, grabbed the body oil and guided Y/N hand in hand, back into the bedroom.

He laid her on her back first to moisturize and massage her front, kneading out all of the tension she held. When he was working his way back up from her feet, he couldn’t help but get stuck between her thighs, using his thumbs to massage circles up them until he reached her pussy again.

Y/N slightly parted her legs, letting one bend and fall open for easy access. He immediately used one hand to part her lips so he could see her clit clearly.

Erik leaned down to softly kiss her clit a few times before he pulled away and used the thumb on his other hand to rub slow circles. He admired her form as he brought her to orgasm leisurely. 

He went back to massaging her thighs until she returned from the heights of her pleasure.

His voice was more gruff than he wanted when he told her, “turn over.”

She easily compiled and continued his massage, paying extra attention to her sore ass.

When Y/N was 2 more seconds away from sleep and he was satisfied with his work he urged her under the covers and joined her. She tried to grab his hardened member to return the favor but he grabbed up her hands, kissing them to soften the blow.

“No, I needed to show you how softly I can treat you, I don’t need to cum right now. Sleep.”

Y/N pouted and whined, wanting to feel him connected to her again.

She lifted her leg over his as they faced each other and inched as close as she could with her hands in his, feeling his dick graze her pussy lips.

Putting a little more base in his voice, “Ay! What I just say lil mama?”

She whined out, “I don’t care, I just need to feel you in me Baba.”

Erik grunted. 

Y/N donned her best puppy dog pout and begged with her words and body, wiggling in his hold and being able to feel the lightest brush of his hot skin. “Pleeeeeeaaaaassssseeee?”

“Fine, but careful what you asked for…” he said, sheathing himself in one stroke and stilled her hips before she could start moving. “...you just might get it.”

He released her hands and tongued her down, palming her face.

“Sleep Y/N.”

“But,” she said, her face scrunching in confusion.

“You can keep me warm, but that’s it for now, okay?”

She started to whine again but was cut short when he wrapped the hand palming her face around her throat.

“Sleep mamas. You’re going to need all of your energy in the morning.”

She wasn’t necessarily happy, but she also wasn’t necessarily dissatisfied. She did get her wish after all.

“Ok.”

Y/N tucked her head under his chin and started to drift before she sleepily said, “thank you for showing me how much you care Baba E. I’m really happy you’re here.”

Erik kissed her forehead and squeezed his arms a little tighter around her.

“Thank you for letting me.”

He was answered with her cute snores and let the sound lull him into the best sleep he’d had in too long of a while.

[peachshadows]

With season 5 on the horizon and the implication that Nüwa and Wukong are MK’s parents, I have an idea for an AU that I think you’ll find very interesting:

It takes place post season 5, the world has been saved once again by the Monkie crew, and it’s been revealed that not only are Nüwa and Wukong MK’s parents, but the two of them have also been married for a few centuries.

Everyone is stunned:

MK just got another reason to fuel his identity crisis.

Tang is fanboying over the fact that he’s been telling stories and going on adventures with the son of his idol and the most powerful goddess in existence.

Pigsy is conflicted on wanting to scold the two immortals for child negligence and keeping on their good side so they don’t take MK away from him (while failing to realize that they chose him out of millions of people to raise and protect their child)

Sandy is making a mental note to set up a group therapy session for the Sun family, Pigsy, and Macaque.

Mei is torn between watching the drama and feeling sorry for Macaque, knowing he still has feelings for Wukong.

Nezha and the Bull family aren’t fairing any better, questioning when and how the relationship could have even happened.

And it’s even worse for our two immortal monkeys:

Macaque is baffled that Wukong was able to move on from their relationship and get married, when he couldn’t even let go of his feelings for Wukong (his former lover who killed him), on top of that he married a goddess who who is so powerful that if not for the fact that she’s a pacifist could’ve easily killed the Jade Emperor herself, and to add insult to injury MK the kid that he had grown to care for and in a way view as his own kid, is their child.

While Wukong is feeling a flurry of sorrow, guilt and shame seeing both his EX and his wife in the same room, he never got over his feelings for Macaque, even after everything, he only allowed himself to find love with Nüwa two centuries after Macaque’s death because he didn’t want to be alone with his nightmares and guilt and her presence was the only thing that quelled it and he believed that even if Macaque had somehow been revived /escaped Diyu that he would have lost all love for Wukong after he killed him.

Meanwhile Nüwa who never accepted the title of Queen of FFM because she believed it rightfully belonged to Macaque as he was Wukong’s true love (which she was never bitter about because she knew Wukong genuinely loved her), and who cared for Macaque just as much as Wukong despite never having met him before, only knowing him through Wukong’s stories, is scheming to get the two of them back together.

You could probably call it “Immortal Soap Opera au” or something along those lines.

Interesting!! V telenovela style of shenanigans I see here. I can imagine Macaque just being heartbroken that Wukong is married and esp to a being Macaque can't even compete with. It drives him insane but at the same time he just feels sorrow that his lover literally killed and abandoned him for something and someone greater. The move I see him doing is probably to go as far away as possible from Wukong and try to forget him or he can do the petty route which is making Wukong so violently jealous and drive him mad with lust that Wukong will have no choice but to divorce Nuwa and go back to Macaque

[weixuldo]

unconditionally// ch 21

anakin x f!reader

(A/N: the first 1/2 of the LAST chapter!!! and let me just say it’s a looong one, sorry again for the wait! but im still dedicated to writing! it’ll pick up again in summer heheh hope you enjoy and there r more notes at the end!!)

and with this ring… i give myself to you

warnings: swearing, anxious thoughts, amputation recovery, emotionally draining?

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6 Months Later…

The cool autumn air shook the beautifully colored leaves from the trees as you pulled into the parking lot of Anakin’s physical therapy center; just in time to pick him up. 

After graduation you ended up moving in with him and the kids, to which they were delighted to have you with them every day.

Honestly, not much changed since you two were basically already living with each other before your argument in the winter.

Though, his attitude towards you became more gentle and caring than you could possibly imagine. He spoke to you and valued your opinions more than ever and when the rare disagreement would happen, the two of you would sit down and seriously talk through the issue giving both of your perspectives. 

Your relationship with the kids also strengthened; now they saw you as part of the family (even though you were not yet married to their father).

During the summer, since the kids were off for break, you would go on little day trips with them while Anakin went to therapy.

Anakin’s therapy had been going quite well; he was able to stand without assistance and walk to the end of the strip holding onto the bars. His main goal was to walk you down the aisle at your wedding, but that was dented when he had to get unexpected surgery on his hip.

Since one of his stumps was a little longer than the other, he had been relying too much on his right leg when doing physio. So his hip was buckling from the inordinate amount of pressure being put on it.

His surgery was a minor one, just reinforcing his hip bone and adding a few screws in to hold it in place, but it still set his progress back.

The swish of the automatic doors blew a soft burst of air into your face as you entered the facility. You looked around the waiting room for your fiance but surprisingly, he wasn’t there yet. 

That's odd.

Just as you were beginning to take a seat, you heard his voice thanking his therapist for the session.

He guided his chair with his bebionic hand and smiled at the staff as he passed. His white t-shirt was pretty sweaty and some of his sandy locks were sticking to his forehead. 

“Ani” you called as you watched him survey the room in search of you.

His eyes met yours, he smiled, and headed towards your direction. Once he was by your side he offered a sweet smile and brushed your arm with his hand. 

“Hi babe, how was your session?” you asked as the two of you headed to the car.

“It went well, I’m almost to my next milestone” he said.

You congratulated him with a kiss on the forehead and the two of you continued home. 

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In the weeks leading up to your wedding, the house had been a little bit of a mess; planners, papers, decorations, and other random designs floating around all surfaces of the house. 

Not to mention the new addition to your small family, Anakin’s new service dog, “R2”.

Originally he didn’t really want a service dog because he thought it would be too much work, but once he met the blue merle border collie candidate, he couldn’t resist.

The young dog was energetic, yet reserved; he enjoyed playing with the kids when he was “off duty”. But as soon as his red vest went on, he was in full service mode. 

Anakin named the dog after the last letter and digit of the license plate of the car he had his accident in; he wanted to give the dog a meaningful name that gently reminded him of all he had been through.

R2’s tasks were mainly retrieving Anakin supplies or picking up things when they would slip through his hands. He also would help Anakin through panic attacks and alert him if anything was wrong.

In the past months, R2 had been comforting Anakin during his phantom pains and would help you comfort Ani after a nightmare by nuzzling his snout into Anakin’s lap.

Currently, Anakin was showering, R2 was taking a nap, the kids were playing upstairs, and you were getting your overnight bag ready to go to Ahsoka’s. The long awaited day was tomorrow, you were finally going to marry Anakin.

The two of you decided you wanted to do a little bit of a traditional wedding and not see each other ‘til the wedding, so Ben was staying over with Anakin and Luke, while you and Leia were heading to Ahsoka’s. 

The sound of the shower finally turned off and you moved towards your room with a smile. The warm steam seeped out from under the bathroom door as you approached it, with a gentle knock you opened the door. 

There Anakin was in his chair, towel draped over his shoulders and his damp hair, flopped over his forehead. He sported a custom waterproof arm specifically for the shower and dabbed his face with the towel as he met your soft eyes. 

“Hello beautiful” he addressed as he finished drying off. 

“Hey handsome” you smiled, before leaning down to kiss him. 

“Ben should be here any minute, so i’m going to head out with Leia soon, so I just wanted to come say bye to you one last time before tomorrow” 

He took a moment to study your face before speaking again, “Y/N, I’m so excited for you to be my wife tomorrow, you truly don’t know how much I’ve longed for this moment” 

“I think I do, Ani” you smiled back, giving him a peck on the cheek. 

He sighed and drew you in for one last sweet kiss before Ben rang the doorbell; your cue to head out. 

You rested your forehead on Anains before kissing his cheek, “Until tomorrow, my love”.

He held your hand to his lips and kissed once more, “I’ll be waiting for you”.

With a smile you parted ways, greeted Ben, and headed to the car with Leia.

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A sweet aroma of cinnamon and cedar filled your senses as you entered Ahsoka’s house. She had been burning incense to provide good luck and fortune for your big day tomorrow. 

“Hey, Sky gal! Are you ready for tomorrow?” she asked happily as she drew you into a big hug.

You laughed and held her tightly, “Yes, I cannot wait” 

“That’s the spirit!” she quipped before crouching down to Leia’s level, “And you my dear, are you ready to be the best flower girl?”

Leia giggled and nodded ambitiously, “I’m so excited for Y/N to be my mommy” she smiled.

A mother…

You never really thought too much into how your relationship with the kids would change, technically, yes, you would be their stepmother.

But recently, it hadn’t hit you that they saw you as a maternal figure. Of course you cared for the kids more than anything, but it was an odd feeling to hear them refer to you as their mother. 

All the same, you responded to the brown haired girl with a calming voice, “I'm excited too”. 

Ahsoka and you sorted out some last minute venue things as Leia got into bed; once she was asleep you and Ahoka began the luxurious self care routine she had planned. You started with face masks and exfoliants, followed by moisturizers and toners. 

Everything was right in the world as the two of you sat on her king-sized bed in fluffy bath robes, watching random movies, and snacking on chocolate covered strawberries she had made earlier that day. Once you were thoroughly relaxed and your hunger satisfied, you headed off to bed.

You thanked Ahsoka once more and entered the guest room. Across the small room you saw your garment bag hanging next to the full length mirror. Ahsoka had been holding on to your wedding dress because you didn’t want Anakin to see it before the big day. 

Sleepily you unzipped the bag for one quick glance at your attire for tomorrow and a big smile found its way onto your face. 

You couldn’t wait. 

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You arrived at the venue with Ahsoka and Leia a few hours before the actual ceremony was set to start; the three of you hurried into the room set aside for getting ready.

Soon after you got situated and started getting ready some of your bridesmaids started arriving; you didn’t have too many, but you did ask some of your friends and a cousin or two to accompany you. 

“Y/N!! I’m so proud of you!” one of your childhood friends exclaimed as she rushed over to hug you. 

You laughed light-heartedly as she gave you a kiss on the cheek. 

Once everyone arrived you began to get ready. As much as you hated to admit it, getting ready with all the girls was so fun. Everywhere you looked there was someone doing their makeup or helping another girl with their hair. You also saw Leia’s excitement as the older women doted on her and complimented her cute dress. 

Ahsoka finished up her eyeliner and washed her hands before heading over to help you into your dress. Once she met you she smiled.

“Oh my, Y/N, you look like a dream!” she said as she lightly brushed your cheek with the back of her hand. 

“Thank you so much Ahsoka, for everything.” you responded with a light blush on your cheeks. 

Her manicured hands found their place over her heart as she looked at you adoringly. 

“I know we haven’t known each other long, but I’m so honored to call you my friend and I know you are so good for Anakin”.

You felt your emotions stir at her mention of your future husband. Instead of allowing your emotions to spill over, you took her into a loving embrace.

Everything was falling into place with less than an hour to spare. Not to say you weren’t getting last minute jitters; your subconscious anxieties began to break into your mind and you became a bit nervous.

What if he changed his mind? Were you too young? Was this the right decision? Were you ready to commit? Why were you over-thinking? Does overthinking mean you aren’t actually happy? Or is that just more overthinking?

Your restless mind raced with thoughts until you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“It's time” a beaming Ahsoka said, offering you a hand to stand. 

As you stood the train of your dress flowed perfectly under you and the veil trailed nicely as you walked towards the doors. As you smoothed out the lace and embellishments, you heard the familiar tune of the song you chose for your procession. 

Indeed, it was time. 

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The doors of the venue opened to reveal the long silk runner for you to walk on to meet Anakin at the altar. Through your veil you could see the attendants on each side of the aisle, the rows were full of family, friends, and people you hadn’t had the chance to meet yet. It was a little overwhelming with all eyes on you. 

The weather was perfect, the sky partly cloudy and the greenery of the venue in full bloom. As the music continues you made your way to your future husband. 

An excited Leia walked in front of her brother with a wicker basket of assorted flowers. The crowd collectively awed at her when she tossed the petals. Close behind her was Luke, proudly carrying the rings in a small glass box.

Finally you reached your destination at the end of the aisle so meet a smiling Anakin. As you took your place beside his chair at the altar you felt a sense of relief, you were here with him and it felt right. 

He looked at you as if you were a goddess, his eyes only on you with such a look of awe. He was faced towards you in his chair and you met his gaze through the veil as you blushed.

His hair was combed back nicely; the longer strands curling slightly at the ends. His suit was tailored to fit his body perfectly; his shoulders looked broad and strong. 

Through the veil you could smell his familiar cologne and that further quelled your anxieties. 

You were ready. 

Once the music stopped and the crowd sat, Ben came up from his place as best man to help Anakin to his feet. The two of you had planned to have him stand at the altar because you would be there if he needed, and he was able to stand by himself for longer periods of time now. 

You couldn’t help but get butterflies every time he stood to his full height; his prosthetics made him slightly taller than the 6 '2 he was before the accident. 

Once he was situated the officiator began, 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today….”

To be quite honest you toned him out, instead focusing all of your energy into trying to get the clearest look at the man in front of you through the lacy veil. You couldn’t quite make out his whole expression but you could tell he was happy. 

Soon the officiator initiated the next part of the ceremony, “And now the couple will share their vows”.

You began with yours, just something small you prepared, from the heart. 

“Anakin, I cannot express to you how much you mean to me…I can’t believe that only a year and a couple months ago, we didn’t even know each-other existed. You have become such a pivotal part of my life and I’m so honored to have you in my life and to love you” 

As you continued the soft smile on his face widened and his blue eyes became caverns of emotion. 

“And with this ring, I give myself to you… as your partner, your number one supporter, and your wife”

You placed the gold band onto his mechanical finger and looked back into his eyes as he began his vows. 

“Y/N, sweetheart. Darling. My love. This past year has been a rocky one. But you have been there every step of the way, not just for me but for my kids too, I truly don’t think I would have survived without you. Every time I wanted to give up and accept death, you were there to help pull me through. You gave me strength when I had none, you cared for my children when I couldn’t, and gave me love the whole time. You taught me I could feel love again, you showed me that when I couldn’t even love myself. And for that I am eternally grateful, you have my heart, F/N.”

You blinked away the tears as you gazed into his vibrant eyes.

“I am so blessed to have you as my wife and I promise I will always love you…..unconditionally” 

His beautiful blue eyes, now endearingly an ocean of emotions as he gazed upon you.  

It took him longer to get the ring on your finger than you did with him because he was having difficulty gripping the small band of gold, but once he did he slid it onto your finger in the most tender way possible. You could tell he had practiced this motion before the ceremony because his fine motor skills were not usually this accurate. Your heart swelled at the thought. 

Once it was on the officiator continued to the final part.

“Anakin Skywalker, do you take F/N L/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife and to cherish her through sickness and in health?”

“I do” he smiled down at you

“And F/N L/N, do you take Anakin Skywalker to be your lawfully wedded husband and to cherish him through sickness and in health?”

“I do” you responded, voice dull of adoration. 

“Then, with the power vested in me, I Pronounce you, Husband and Wife. You may kiss your bride. Congratulations”

With the resonance of those words in your ears Anakin stepped closer to you and slowly reached his hand up to your veil to pull it back. He was careful not to mess up your hair or bump your face.

You beamed up at him as he got a clear look at your sweet face. It felt as if time stopped, it was only you and him. He mapped every inch of your face as if it were the first time he was seeing your beauty. He was so in love.

Gently, yet passionately the two of you joined in a longing embrace and sealed your vows with a kiss. 

Finally, you were his and he was yours. 

***

(a/n: omg u guys, thank you so much for sticking with me through this journey… i cannot express how much each and every one of you mean to me!! this started out as me anonymously posting a fic idea and now here i am w 500 something followers and over 6,000 reads 🥹🥹 i love this story so much and it’s bittersweet to come to the end, but don’t worry i’ll do an epilogue heheh)

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[swap-cult-au]

MASTERPOST

[this AU is currently in the process of a revamp! Stay tuned...]

Basic Info:

This AU is a swap AU to the @cult-au-askblog created by @nashdoesstuff. Here, Killer, a college student under heavy stress, joins a cult that worships the God of Positivity, Dream. Dream finds interest in Killer, and gives more attention to him than any other cultist. Killer blindly follows Dream, thinking that if he is to Believe in the Light, the Light will give back.

CHARACTERS:

BACKGROUND:

Killer grew up in a strict household, and went to catholic schools throughout his teenage years after his parents realized his mental health got progressively worse. During their senior year, they opened up about their feelings and who he felt he was as a person, and his parents despised it. As soon as he turned 18, he was kicked out and told to move in with a friend. This friend committed suicide a year later, and Killer was left with a college dormitory and two annoying [and very flirty] roommates. Throughout freshman year in college, Killer felt hopeless, and nothing he did worked. He wondered what they had done wrong: they believed in Christ for ages (forcefully), given back to his community, helped others- why wouldn't anything good happen with him? One day, while working his second job as a waiter, one of his clients asked him if he was doing okay. Despite Killer's jabs at telling them he was okay, they didn't listen. They insisted he go to a "support group" nearby the forest, alone. Killer was hesitant, but went with it anyways. He had tried everything, what other choice did he have? Upon arrival, this didn't seem like any ordinary group. They all wore the same clothing lined with gold and a strange symbol on their belt. Shortly after, he realized he was brought into a cult's meeting by the leader of it. They told them to not worry, as everything would be okay with some explanation. They worshipped the god named Dream, the God of Positivity, because he supposedly gave his followers lives of peace and happiness. Killer decided to join, reluctant. After his second meeting, a prized possession of his, a knitted scarf, was sacrificed to this god. He also got a tattoo in the form of a star on his right arm. The scary part is, no tattoo gun was used. It was some form of staff, and it radiated energy Killer had never felt before. Since then, he's been hearing and seeing strange things pop up in his room. Turns out, Dream liked him a lot, and wanted to make sure he was "at his happiest." Killer was visited by him every night, and always ended up sleeping with a smile on his face. Maybe this whole cult thing was actually good. He's never felt better. OTHER:

Killer is an AFAB demi-boy who uses He / They pronouns. His friend who committed suicide helped with transition surgery costs. Killer is 5”6. He finds film to be interesting and an escape from the real world. He can just write something down and imagine it being acted out. The three languages he speaks are English, Spanish, and Arabic. He wants to learn more, but can't find the motivation to do so. Killer uses his name to mask their deadname. It was meant to be temporary, but they grew a liking to it. He is gay. Killer's text is in red.

BACKGROUND:

Cross was diagnosed with depression in high school, but later, after many therapy sessions, was rid of it. He was inspired by his counselor to go help other people, so he decided to study psychology to assist others in crisis. Cross met Killer on a forum about film design. Since then, he's been trying to help him, as he's noticed their tired look in appearance and some of the stuff he talks about in DMs. Though, he isn't as worried as they tend to talk about his family a lot. They seem like nice and accepting people!

OTHER

Cross uses He / Him pronouns. Cross' podcast is about real life stories, and how people have overcome tough situations. It's meant to be a podcast on inspiration, and Killer listens to it every time he updates it (mostly just to support him.) Cross is 5”7. Cross is bisexual! He has a bit of a thing for fashion and considered pursuing design for some time before finding the mental health field more interesting. He can sew really well! He has a sewing machine and makes his own clothing often. Despite his age, he's never drunk before and doesn't want to. Cross has dimples! Dream doesn't like Cross all that much. He thinks he should be the only one helping them. Cross' text is in purple.

BACKGROUND:

[short backstory here]

Dream, also known as the God of Positivity, is what appears to many as the bringer of hope. Little do his followers know, there happens to be a bit more to the story...

OTHER INFO:

Dream is genderfluid and uses all pronouns. He dislikes his brother. Dream is 6”4. He loves golden apples. He finds mortals amusing. Literally anything they might do is entertaining to him. His crown floats and the star glows. You'll go blind if you stare at it for over 3 minutes, alongside his eye lights. He dislikes shoes and wears none. His wings are made of light. They are there for show. Dream is polysexual. Dream's text is in yellow.

BACKGROUND:

[Additional info on Nightmare and Dream]

As his brother wreaked havoc on his home, Nightmare, in a last ditch attempt, found an additional tree that contained the blank apples his brother consumed for his power. When he grabbed it, he watched the white fruit turn into a dark, black one. Since it worked for Dream, it should work for him, right? As he ate that singular black apple, it supplied him with the ability to weave the shadows, with the price of one lingering his body. The shadow proved useful, however, but not for long. Dream's strength he had gained from the dozens he consumed overcame the singular one Nightmare ate. He lost the battle, and his home. Nowadays, Nightmare wanders the Realm of the Gods, trying to fix his brother's mess. He tries not to associate himself with the mortal realm as much as he can.

OTHER INFO:

Nightmare uses he/they/it pronouns. He doesn't hate his brother; he's fearful for him. Nightmare is 5”6. He feels pity for every one of Dream's followers, particularly Killer. Nightmare cannot take his scarf off. The Shadow is stuck onto his body, so therefore it's stuck to him. Nightmare's skull has that same dark substance on his hood. His hood is made out of special fabric that transfers the effects to it whenever it is worn. Nightmare wishes for balance once again. He is aroace. The more negativity there is in an area, the more powerful the Shadow becomes. It, however, cannot take control over Nightmare. Every time Nightmare feels strong negativity, dark substance releases from his sockets. Nightmare's text is in blue.

Other characters you may ask are the Leader [Swapped!Nash], Dust, and Horror, alongside Ink. Though, the last three aren't too different from the cult-au-askblog.

QnA:

Q: Can I make fanart?

A: Yes, absolutely! Tag me so I can see it! However, I would rather not see NSFW content. You can make it, but please do not tag me.

DO NOT USE MY CHARACTERS FOR HARMFUL USE.

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Q: Will there be a comic?

A: No, sorry. I may write drabbles, though! _

Q: What are the tags for this AU?

A: The tags are #swap!cult au, #swap cult au, or #swap!cult!au.

Of course, the ask box is open for you curious souls out there... go wild y'all.

[ectospacecadet]

Post AGIT SPOILERS

Dark Danny character arc

Ok so Dark Danny, or Dan for short, is now in a clone body of his past self. Cool. Personally I’d like to think that Clockwork made the transfer possible by having Dan’s time ectosignature be back to Danny’s own in this timeline. So he’s not got a 24/50-something year old ectosignature anymore BUT he still retains his memories of course. So he’s basically 16-17 years old now.

Why do I think his ectosignature being resynced to this timeline, so that he’s 16-17, should be a thing? Well mostly because I can see the darker NSFW side of this fandom rubbing their hands together and saying “well he’s an adult technically”, need I say more? 🤢

Anyway, aside from that, where can I see Dan’s character growth in the series?

Well, he’s human again for the first time in 12-13 years, he’s going to have to deal with teenage hormones once again. That’ll suck. Imagine going through puberty 3 times?

I don’t think he can go into his human form at first, I feel that seeing his own true human face would give him some form of PTSD. “Well he didn’t react before in UE” Because it was an illusion, not his actual human face. It’s different when it’s a fake face, but when it’s the same, flesh and blood, that you killed? That’s going to hit hard.

This is something he can work on with Vlad, giving Dan a chance to open up about all the wrong he did in his timeline, Vlad has no idea what Dan did, he just knows he’s a messed up ghost hybrid of himself and Danny.

———

I don’t think Dan will be at 100% power, not because he’s reverted to his 17 year old state, but because he’s still recovering from that battle. It doesn’t just mess with him physically but also mentally, so he trains at first but eventually it leads to a hesitant therapy treatment with Jazz.

This also gives Dan room to talk to Jazz about what he did to her, his own guilt towards that, and how he sees his family. Remember, he tried to kill them twice now, that’s going to really effect him. He lost his family from a stupid accident, but knowing he actually wanted them intentionally dead? How messed up is he that he would try to kill his family? How will he react now to seeing them and how affectionate they are with Danny?

As for Sam and Tucker, I think he’ll get jealous of that too, he tries to reconnect with them but it’s a bit difficult when he also tried to kill them. I don’t doubt that he’ll admit to them that he really did miss them, he says so himself in UE, his reaction when they hug him leaves him in a stunned shock too. Then he snaps out of it when Tucker insults him xD But yeah, I think he will try to befriend them again but shortly realises that their friendship wont be like before, that he needs find new friends.

———

Another thing, Vlad’s clones. UE takes place BEFORE Kindred Spirits, meaning that Dan had no idea that the clones existed, so how do you think he’ll react to seeing those for the first time? “What, you had a bunch of these just lying around?” Vlad can explain it all to Dan, about how dozens failed, “died”, and that’s gonna really piss him off.

Then Vlad lets him know about Danielle, a clone that somehow survived the process and surpassed the other clones despite being ‘imperfect’. Dan goes to find her in the GZ at some point, using Vlad’s own ecto-signature tracking device (based on the Boo-merang), he finds her in the frozen Tundra with Frostbite.

She’s with Frostbite because now she’ll be 14-15, meaning her ice powers started to kick in as Danny’s did, so Danny lead her to Frostbite’s world. It’s here that she stayed, found a home and her own identity. Her new name is Ellie. Dan then trains to learn how to use his own ice powers but struggles as he’s got two infused ghost cores. In these training sessions he learns more about Ellie and asks how she survived, he also relates to her more than just being his clone but also another one of Vlad’s ‘mistakes’. ✨Sibling energy✨

She explains that she’s regained her self confidence and her own identity, she liked being called Dani but felt that it was too close to being Danny, she didn’t just want to be ‘his clone’, she wanted to be herself. Dan takes a moment to consider this and offers for her to visit anytime, Vlad is trying to be better now.

———

Onto Valerie, Danny was only starting to have feelings for her around the time of UE, so Dan had those too. But obviously due to their animosity in the future and how he nearly kills her repeatedly, that’s gonna suck big time. He tries to get to know her again, much to Vlad and Danny’s dismay, Valerie isn’t exactly sure on how to feel about Dan since he looks so much like Danny. Which is explained with the statistic there’s an almost exact duplicate of you somewhere around the world, Danny found his and wanted to meet them, not only that but they had similar names, Dan being short for Dathaniel… Danny’s not great at making up shit on the fly, but Dan simply admits he uses the short version because of how dumb the long one is. I also believe that she’s working alongside the Mayor in the anti-ghost protection teams, her dad and the Fentons being the ones to help supply with Anti-Ghost weaponry. Also I do see Dan and Val trying to make it work romantically.

Again this is why Dan needs to be 16-17 again because dear god the implications behind a 24-50-something ghost in a 16-17 year old’s body just makes it so damn confusing on a ‘shipping’ level. I feel that it needs to be 100% clarified at some point otherwise it could get very VERY messy and people will scream p*do no matter which way you go because of the implications 💀

Alright, previous timeline Valerie. I am in agreement that there are 2 Valeries, you see them both in different places in the book so I don’t think they’re the same person. I’m gonna call her Val for this section.

Val is definitely not on Danny or Dan’s side, she wants to out both Danny and Dan as ghosts to Amity Park but struggles to provide proof. Both Dan and Danny have to work together when it comes to Val because she is a genuine threat, but also Danny thinks she can be reasoned with. Initially Dan doesn’t agree but over his redemption arc he basically winds up reasoning with her instead of just wasting her.

———

Alright, what about his relationship with Danny? Well… I don’t think he and Danny will get along initially, he’s… grateful that he didn’t leave him to disappear, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t resent him. Danny got his happy ending, Dan has to work hard to build things he’s lost, he’s not going to like being around him. They do start to act like brothers eventually, but Danny is clearly the favourite child when it comes to that. Dan eventually learns that he never really hated Danny, he just hated himself. He also asks how he managed to save his family, Danny says Clockwork helped.

Clockwork… OKAY BUT for real, why did Clockwork help Danny and save his parents, but not Dan’s??? Clearly he could have, but didn’t. “Everything’s the way it’s supposed to be”, so Clockwork must have seen a timeline where Danny would have to face himself twice just so he can become the bridge? Ooh Dan’s not going to like that. He had to suffer, to kill himself, his family, everything and everyone who died, just for the possibility of this outcome??? Damn. That’s going to suuuuck.

———

Final note: Dan isn’t going to be a good person just because he’s put in a clone. He has to relearn everything, go back to school to gain better social behaviours, try to learn how to fit into society again. He wouldn’t just be a ‘good guy’, think of him more as an anti-hero Danny Phantom. I don’t doubt that he wouldn’t agree with Danny initially about wanting to ‘help’ ghosts, but is quickly reminded about how Danny could have just left him to disappear.

I do also think Danny will take Dan to the old Ghost Runes, Dan is going to need his own purpose now. I’m not sure what that will be.

Thanks for reading!

[carmenized-onions]

ok this was really fucking cute!

ngl I totally forgot they had locked themselves in the bathroom at the end of the last chapter lol

honestly, shout out to Sara bc those six therapy sessions SHOW

also, love the dialogue where they’re trying to convince each other that Mikey’s death wasn’t their fault. they both really needed that conversation and the reassurance that no, they don’t hate each other :,)

and that cat metaphor! the fact that Carmen’s immediate thought was “I love you” LMAO, pretty sure his brain short-circuits anytime Tony claims him as hers in any way, even as a metaphorical emotional support cat 💕

this part was also beautiful, “You’re not exclusively for Carmen, he knows that. You weren’t made for him—You’re made for many things. But maybe you’re curated.”

“He can work on his codependency issues in therapy, ok?” Sara has her work cut out for her, bless her heart

HE’S FINALLY ON PAYROLL! The numbers are fucked, but who cares!

“Should’ve believed the you in his head…He’s still working on being the only voice in his head,” oh boy…Sara please be on call

LMAO not Carmen making a quick stop at David’s restaurant before the wedding, please let us know if he had to hype himself up to do this and how he even brought it up to Richie and Fak 😂

“I’m white and overdone, but you’re an entire other goddamn beast…” say it loud, say it proud Carmy ❤️

“Can’t make direct threats in New York, Cousin! Penal code!” I fucking love Richie, you really got his character down bc I can totally see him saying this shit, and I’m crying at Fak shamelessly promoting The Bear

“Carmen completely abandoned the idea of keeping appearances and getting a star through kissing ass…And he did it for you—and Richie…” YEAH HE DID, SO PROUD OF HIM

THE KISS!!! THEY KISSED!!! It’s so cute that she’s literally thinking of a whole ass drink during this, just like he was thinking about a dish earlier ❤️

Tony keeping track of the 168 hours they’ve been apart, too 😂

FACE KISSES!!! They’re so in love it’s disgusting

“Absolutely not forgiven, for being late.” And I KNOW he means that with every fiber of his being 😂

“I don’t think your mouth tastes bad,” awwwwww, I forgot he was feeling insecure about that

“I wanna fly you to Paris.” LMAO, between this and that repressed “I love you” I’m dead, the intrusive thoughts keep winning

“I want you to be permanent and carved in my tables and I want you to wear my jackets and I want you in my kitchen and in my menu and in every dumb fucking conversation I have at Christmas tellin’ family what the fuck I’m doing—I want you in every sentence.” ok and what if I cried??? what then? this is that one scene in a movie where sappy instrumental music is playing in the background and I’m NOT okay, jail for you. wait, actually what song would be playing during this moment? I need the whole vibe

Carmen and his fucking hickeys 💀 like this is him before they even say I love you, I can’t even begin to imagine how he’s gonna react to the actual words

“Mood not dead—Mood present and alive—“ LMAO

Everyone listening in on their conversation 😂 love love love Richie and Syd’s moment with Tony, they’re all healing ❤️

And Tony’s right, outsourcing Ted is cheating and the ultimate form of betrayal. If something breaks, too bad

wait my heart wasn’t ready for Tony and Carmy to interact with baby Michaela…I’m definitely not having thoughts…MOVING ON

“You wanna come up to my room or not?” HAD THE SAME REACTION AS TONY

I love Ratatouille, too. It’s such a classic 💕

“He thought of…roughly fourteen more recipes since leaving the bathroom with you?” oh he’s SO far gone and it’s only been a MONTH. I really love the way you wrote their moments of inspiration by the way. Like you kept adding layers to it throughout the whole chapter whenever they thought or noticed something in particular about the other? Idk how to describe it, words are hard, but the makeup cleansing balm inspired dessert was really cool to read and the drink Tony came up with during the kiss

“Please say yes to the white apron. Please say yes to his team. He’ll get your initials monogrammed and everything.” He’s so adorable, but I think his heart might actually give out when he sees her wearing the apron

“You’re fucking Carmen! You said you were in bed! His bed?” LMAO that’s a perfectly valid reaction, I’d be thinking the same shit

“No, I know, I’m worth more than a Holiday Inn.” YEAH SHE IS!

AHH they’re fully booked! Love that for them

wait, hold up! Was that the first time Carmen called her baby?! and she didn’t even hear it?!

“He’s so excited to have someone encourage his ideas, for once.” I’m gonna cry

“Good God.” is right, Syd.

“But like, like my instinct when I’m scared is to call you.” STOP THIS RIGHT NOW. EMOTIONAL DAMAGE.

I totally didn’t struggle with pronouncing “tchotchke”. Definitely didn’t need to look it up.

“I feel like what I think can only be described as emotionally violent—affectionately.” Thank you for putting it into words because that’s exactly it

“You take a breath, looking her in the eyes…’Love you.’” okay, but why no kiss??? she made out with Carmy in the bathroom, but Syd gets nothing?! make it make sense

anyway, loved the chapter, it was perfect, no notes, wouldn’t change a thing, brain chemistry forever altered, serotonin and dopamine levels are at an all time high, and THIS really is season 3 for me, you should’ve been a screenwriter for the show 💜💜💜

also, how many more chapters do you think are left? obviously never want it to end, but gotta prepare for when it inevitably does :,)

Firsttt of all thank you so much i'm so glad you enjoyed and listen if anyone's got the writer's teams numbers i'm happy to call in folks. someone just match me up with my hero joanna calo and i will handle it. please. please. please.

second of all, length of chapters left!! let me do the math. there's this next one, then there's that one. then there's.... that one. and then there will need to be one after that. and that's kinda good there tbh but i imagine an epilogue will be demanded of me after that one. so like.

so like.... 4 or 5 left? So 19-20 chaps total! We had a good run boys. Hopefully after this next one churns out it'll be an easier flow state for me. i had to rework so goddamn much. anyways itS TIME TO TALK ABOUT YOUR THOUGHTS YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS LETS PUT THE KEEP READING ONNN

I'M PUTTING A DUMB POLL ON THIS ONE SO KEEP READING CMON BOYS AND GIRLS

everyone forgets that the last chapter (two steps back) ended with them in the bathroom. it is why i knew i had to put SUCH a meta opener LMAO-- It was a very brief non-sequitur bow at the end of that chap, so I was happy to remind the class lmaooo

writing a carmen that's gone to a touch of therapy is really so interesting because i think he has a self-awareness that is deeply unhelpful that he is now trying to turn helpful, like a 'oh. bad thought. let's go ahead and jot that down for sara later'. which like hey man. she cannot do all the lifting for you babe.

Man if Richie/Chip get to have the not your fault talk, so does Carm!! Thinking about it right now I think we rarely see those 3 (if ever) act as a trio, the bois are always bickering. doomed dynamic. these toddlers ruin everything.

CAT TALK IS JUST SO I LOVE YOU YKNOW. like how else can one respond to being told "not only do i need you, but i claim you as something and someone i cherish, covet, and find comfort in'. SORRY? SORRY? SORRY? SORRY? WHAT'S UP? maybe me and carmen the chronic over thinker gang are just acting amok in the brain.

i think one day down the line i will do a flashback special, that no one will read because the series would be done, about this road trip. either that or i'm going to keep referencing insane random things to have happened on the road trip that no one will be able to connect together into anything cohesive. but i can say with a certainty for now, these things happened:

Carmen decided he wanted to confront exec

Carmen did want to bitch out as soon as they got there

Richie DID have to pep talk his ass back into doing it

As soon as Carmen got in there he was immediately so hyphy and Richie and Fak did IMMEDIATELY think "oh no he needs to pull back oh no". hence the penal code.

you ever have a friend hesitate to speak up but once they do it's like oh they're going to release a bomb? Carmen's like that to me. using his anger issues for good.

THEY KISSED!!! Stupid bartender and cook dynamic. more must write about this, methinks. They're so inlove with their crafts and each other it's DISGUSTTINGGG YOU SHOULD SAY ITTT

would you rather admit "i wanna fly you to paris" or "i love you", no you cannot yeet yourself you have to pick one.

AHHHH THE PERMANENT PARAGRAPH, when i first read this essay of an ask i was like MUSIC?!?!?!? IN MY SCENE!??!!?! which is funny. because i love music in all scenes. THIS one however, was sort of like, lightly inspired by that one scene in truly madly deeply (you can stop watching after she gets up) , like that very sweet very close very like, realistic but still very day-dreamy love? And that scene with ZERO romantic music. i'm just very titilated by that. there's something about no swelling music that makes me just ?!?!? even more emotional, somehow.

but if we HAD to set something to this? I think I listened to champagne coast a lot while writing/editing, so I'd say that. the WOOOAAAHHHHHHAAHHAWWWAAAHOOOAHHHHH feels fitting.

don't even start the conversation with me as to what carmen's actual reaction would be to a real i love you. i can't even. it'll honestly really ruin my plans if tony spills it soon. i'm going to let her do whatever writes naturally but for fucks sake i don't want to have to sort out what actual demons will be unleashed in that man.

SAY IT WITH ME FOLKS, CHEATING ON YOUR HANDYMAN IS WORSE THAN MURDER!!!!!!!!!!!

now as for your thoughts on Tony and Carmy interacting with baby. First of all. I want to hear all of the thoughts. please tell me all the thoughts. just cause tony doesn't want kids that bad doesn't mean i don't think about it ad nauseum. everyone send in their kid head canons.

and here's the poll, because i've had many a DM or ask say 'hey it means a lot to me that tony doesn't want kids because FUCK kids' and 100% that but also just out of intrigue, promise this will have no real story effect:

truly just curious. ANYWAYS MOVING ON.

love ratatouille. i have insane personal lore with ratatouille. not that insane. it just weaves into a tapestry. we won't get into it. but i love that rat chef!

and I'M GLAD THE FOOD SHIT PAID OFF. my favourite thing with writing CK is that romance is all about the little shit yknow? love is just being known and being seen and taken care of. and these two really do it for each other in a really good way.

carmen dying on impact upon seeing his favourite new employee in an apron 4k.

you're FUCKING CARMEN?!?!? some variation of this question has been asked i think... 4 times? take a shot everytime. CK drinking game someone make it.

FIRST TIME CARMEN EVER CALLED HER BABY AND CHIPS TWEAKING TOO MUCH TO NOTICE LMAOOOOO poor dumbass bird, i love her so.

“He’s so excited to have someone encourage his ideas, for once.” I’m gonna cry

this line does also mean kind of a little bit of the world to me. i was semi a carmen hater for season 3 but i came around the bend as i put my empathy goggles back on (you did put yourself in a hell of your own creation though, babe) and the thing is. carmen is great. but no one i think actually verbally says this to him without a very deeply hurtful statement coming before or after. so. like. to be supported in a way that is for both him and his craft? fuck man.

syd's whole scene is such a emotional damage we can't think about it for too long. why didn't they make out. my bad tbh. i'm emotionally violent.

I HAD TO LOOK UP TCHOTCHKE I ALWAYS GET IT WRONG. I THOUGHT IT WAS CHACHKI LIKE VIOLET. BUT THAT BITCH LIED TO ME. i honestly just forgot the word memento i think and couldn't come up with anything else. that's my fault alright.

anyways.

thank you so much for your thoughts and thank you for WAITING so long for me to actually answer them. do i have any gifts for you,,, i've shared too many wips,,, but what about something stupid like my chaos search history in the making of it?

this is what really cool people do. this is exactly the type of thing really cool people google.

[mishy-mashy]

Guys. Idea.

Imagine: the absolute crapshow that comes with being the sole therapist of Lugnica's knights.

We've got Reinhard with mommy and daddy issues, Julius with mommy and daddy issues, Ferris with mommy and daddy issues, (if only) Subaru's EVERYTHING issues—

Marcos only hired because he thought it necessary, and thought only one was all he needed, but he really underestimated the issues his knights have

Then again, mental health probably isn't well-known, to the point that even the therapist can't get their own therapist

"Holy shit, I need a drink," you sighed, rubbing your temples.

Julius, without hesitating from his red, plush chair, procured out a nice, expensive-looking bottle of bourbon.

"... That'll do."

Got a problem? Head to Lugnica's single, extremely over-worked therapist

Even Heinkel shows up and it's just- what the heck. He's carting in a sleeping, golden-haired woman on a wheelchair, wearing a sullen face

"This is my wife, Louanna."

... What the hell were you supposed to do with this information? Therapy no jutsu her awake? You heard enough from Reinhard, and by the Great Waterfall, did you need Julius's alcohol cabinet to even think of tackling the Astrea family's problems.

Then again, you did make sure Julius discarded it... damn.

"I heard you give relationship advice."

Your brain stuttered. Then you decided that, as soon as this was over, you were dragging down Reinhard for an emergency session, missions be damned.

To make things worse, a Divine Protection that cancels others' Divine Protections. Reinhard is a mere pebble before you. Unless he gets a Divine Protection to nullify yours, but the world sees it to his benefit to not. So he don't get it.

Julius is visibly confused, watching a sobbing Reinhard get escorted out of the room by you. Also worried for himself, knowing he's next.

Rinse, repeat, Ferris is visibly confused, watching a sobbing Julius get escorted out of the room by you.

Reinhard just has a sympathetic face to Julius. Meanwhile, you realize your work is cut out for you.

[crimsonfluidessence]

Prompt 20: Hamper

Being the part-time therapist, according to Esredes, meant that you were the one destined to be alone. It was an occupation that barely existed, and you were the healer to everyone else. Someone had to be the one to simply absorb the pain and deal with it, and he was used to it already.

But one session that went particularly bad broke Esredes just a little. He was so incredibly frustrated that something in him twisted all out of place. And he found himself looking onto an old recommendation from a friend. He still didn't believe it was possible for the therapist to be helped, but what did he have to lose? So against all odds, the man tried to put himself in the other seat for once. At first it was just nice to talk about how everything felt, but it didn't take many meetings for the other person to tell him his core problem could never be fixed, and he would always have to choose between being well-liked and sincerity.

Well, he knew that already, and he knew the choice he'd make. So Esredes slipped the mask back on and left. He knew this was a truth, but now he didn't have to waste time figuring out if somehow he missed an answer like people kept insisting for him. They were just hopelessly idealistic, and he already knew exactly how the world worked. No more wasting time on things only meant for real people.

Some time later, Esredes was in the Firmament, when a white-horned Au Ra woman with a foreign accent approached him and started talking to him. That certainly wasn't a combination Esredes saw much of, but she was very nice and sweet, gentle and soft. And she said something about how it felt like something was on Esredes' mind, and she would be happy to listen if he needed to talk. A part of Esredes couldn't help but feel like it might be some kind of trap? But he did go to see her in an inn room in the Forgottten Knight, and everything was normal.

It wasn't until the middle of the conversation Esredes learned she also considered herself a therapist. Oh dear, had he just gone into therapy again, on accident? But he didn't care. Her advice was actually very good, and for the first time in a while, Esredes felt truly heard. He talked about the ongoing situation with his former squire coming back into his life recently but hating him, and she told him to bring him to a place of shared memories, to which in doing so the two were able to, albeit messily, sort out the problem and realize they were family. Outside of those discussions, Esredes slowly learned about Fuyu, as was her name, and they became friends. They went to the large and comprehensive aquarium in the Shroud and looked at fish for hours, he found her crying once and comforted and calmed her down, he encouraged her gently to stop picking at her scales as a bad habit, and albeit she was a wanderer, she said she'd stay in Ishgard for him. Fuyu really felt like a gentle and understanding friend, far beyond that he could usually imagine.

And then one day, she was kidnapped. It was out of nowhere, she went missing. Him and the rest of the people who hung around her quickly assembled to find her and bring her home, and it was a major relief they were able to. Esredes watched from a distance as she shut herself in her room after that, too afraid to go outside, and his heart sunk. A friend of his was hurting badly, and he knew it was his fault. The universe always punished him for getting too comfortable, or trying to have things go too well. She had been kidnapped because he sought out her help, he knew this in his bones. And he felt horrible for it.

It was then and there Esredes put a stop to his therapeutic pursuits. If he went back to her, she'd die next time. And he couldn't bear to kill her, or any other therapist, with his selfish desires. He had his place, he had his box, and he would not dare try to crawl out of it again.

He only wished he realized this earlier, before the damage has been done for his selfishness. Never again would he be that horribly selfish, he pledged to himself. Never again.

[monotonous-minutia]

yesterday at work I had one of the best days.

a kid came in early before program started for a family therapy session. his mom, her boyfriend, and his case managers were supposed to meet for half an hour before he came in to join the discussion. they asked if he could sit in my office with me until then, because there was another hour before program proper started and there weren’t any staff in the group room for him to sit with.

I said sure--I got a soft spot for this kid. I’m no one special to him but I’ve always enjoyed his deadpan silliness and wild imagination. 

sometimes when kids sit in the office with me they play with their fidgets or cards and don’t want to talk, so I was quiet for a bit doing some paperwork, asked a few casual questions to see what he was up for in the moment. he was monotone for a little while so I put my attention to my work thinking he wanted to just occupy himself while he waited.

then he asked me what I knew about the video game Plants vs Zombies.

I turned to him in my desk chair and told him the only thing I knew about it was that it was a video game and he liked it. I asked him, what is your favorite part of the game?

The family was supposed to talk with the case manager and therapist for half an hour. the family session was supposed to be a total of one hour. now this kid’s family is a piece of work. the session without him lasted an hour and a half.

so, for an hour and a half, I listened to this kid talk about Plants vs Zombies.

he told me the layout. he told me the rules. he told me there were hundreds of characters and described his top 5 favorites in detail. he described the differences between the different levels and versions of the game and the meaning behind the various characters’ names. for one and a half hours he talked to me about this game.

90% went over my head. I was comprehending just enough to be able to ask him questions about it as he went along. so he knew I was listening. so he knew I was interested.

I wasn’t interested in the game though. I was interested in keeping him occupied and happy.

the sad thing is that many of this kid’s behavioral struggles that led him to being in our program don’t stem from he, himself. a lot of it is trauma, but a lot of it is also the fact that his mother simply does not care for him and neither does her boyfriend. they want us to fix him and use the family therapy sessions as an outlet to complain about him. he can barely leave the house outside of treatment and has few friends as a result. and he rarely gets any one-on-one attention from adults. especially not adults who are interested in what he has to say.

so I was more than happy to sit there listening to him talk about something I have no interest in and barely any understanding of. I didn’t mind that he was taking time away from me doing paperwork and making phone calls. because I was still doing my job by sitting there with him.

about forty-five minutes into our conversation, the other kids started to arrive and the staff started monitoring the rooms before check-in. I asked him if he wanted to go join his peers in the room or keep sitting in my office with me. he said he wanted to stay with me. not because he liked me more than the other staff or his peers. because he had the opportunity to sit with someone who was letting him do something he rarely ever gets a chance to do--talk in enormous detail about something he loves.

another forty-five minutes later his mom and her boyfriend finally walked out of the conference room preparing to go home, because there was no time left in their session for him to come in and participate in the mandatory family therapy. it broke my heart that they didn’t care enough to allow him to participate in the session. but I didn’t mind that he’d spent that time explaining one and a half hours’ worth of Plants vs Zombies.

and dang it, if it wasn’t my favorite hour and a half of this week.

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Whether you're traveling for business or pleasure, our suites offer the perfect retreat for relaxation and rejuvenation. Unwind in style amidst tasteful decor and modern amenities, and experience the epitome of luxury hospitality at The Royal Bihar with Luxury hotel suites and rooms.

Elegant Room Options for Every Traveler

At The Royal Bihar Hotel, we understand that every traveler is unique, which is why we offer a diverse range of room options to suit every preference and budget. From deluxe rooms to presidential suites, each accommodation is designed to exceed expectations and ensure a memorable stay.

Choose from our elegantly appointed rooms, featuring luxurious bedding, state-of-the-art technology, and impeccable service. Whether you're traveling solo, with family, or for a romantic getaway, The Royal Bihar Hotel has the perfect room for you.

The Art of Hospitality: Exceptional Services

What sets The Royal Bihar Hotel apart is not just its luxurious accommodations but also its exceptional service. Our dedicated team of hospitality professionals is committed to providing personalized service and ensuring that every guest feels like royalty.

From the moment you arrive until the time of your departure, our staff goes above and beyond to cater to your every need. Whether it's arranging transportation, booking excursions, or fulfilling special requests, we are here to make your stay truly unforgettable.

Fine Dining Experiences: A Culinary Journey

Indulge your senses in a culinary journey like no other at The Royal Bihar Hotel. Our world-class restaurants and dining venues offer a tantalizing array of gourmet delights, curated by our team of expert chefs.

From sumptuous buffets to fine dining experiences, our restaurants cater to every palate and preference. Whether you're craving international cuisine or authentic local flavors, you'll find a culinary masterpiece to satisfy your appetite at The Royal Bihar Hotel.

Unwinding in Style: Spa and Wellness Facilities

Relax, rejuvenate, and revive your senses at our luxurious spa and wellness facilities. Pamper yourself with a range of indulgent treatments and therapies designed to promote holistic well-being and inner peace.

Escape the stresses of daily life and immerse yourself in a world of tranquility and serenity. From massages to facials to yoga sessions, our spa offers a holistic approach to wellness that will leave you feeling refreshed and revitalized.

Luxury Beyond Accommodation: Recreational Facilities

At The Royal Bihar Hotel, luxury extends beyond accommodation to our recreational facilities, where guests can unwind and indulge in a variety of leisure activities. Whether you prefer lounging by the pool, working out in the gym, or exploring the city, we have something for everyone.

Take a dip in our sparkling pool, surrounded by lush greenery and panoramic views of the city. Or, if you prefer to stay active, visit our state-of-the-art fitness center, equipped with the latest equipment and expert trainers to help you stay in shape.

Location Advantage: Exploring the Surroundings

Conveniently located in the heart of Bihar, The Royal Bihar with Luxury hotel suites and rooms. offers easy access to the city's top attractions and landmarks. Whether you're here for business or leisure, our prime location ensures that you're never far from the action.

Explore the rich cultural heritage of Bihar, from ancient temples to bustling markets to scenic parks. With convenient transportation options nearby, including airports and train stations, getting around the city is a breeze from The Royal Bihar Hotel.

The Royal Bihar Experience: Testimonials from Guests

But don't just take our word for it – hear what our satisfied guests have to say about their experience at The Royal Bihar Hotel:

"The Royal Bihar Hotel exceeded all my expectations! From the luxurious accommodations to the exceptional service, every moment was truly memorable."

"I've stayed at many hotels around the world, but The Royal Bihar Hotel stands out for its unparalleled hospitality and attention to detail. Highly recommended!"

"The Royal Bihar Hotel is the epitome of luxury and elegance. I can't wait to come back and experience it all over again."

Sustainability Initiatives: Environmental Responsibility

At The Royal Bihar Hotel, we are committed to sustainability and environmental responsibility. We recognize the importance of preserving our planet for future generations, which is why we have implemented a range of green practices and initiatives.

From energy-efficient lighting to water conservation measures to waste management strategies, we are continuously striving to reduce our environmental footprint and promote eco-friendly practices. By choosing to stay at The Royal Bihar Hotel, you can enjoy luxury with a conscience.

Exclusive Packages and Offers: Tailored Experiences

Enhance your stay at The Royal Bihar Hotel with our exclusive packages and offers, designed to provide tailored experiences for every guest. Whether you're celebrating a special occasion or simply looking to indulge in luxury, we have the perfect package for you.

From romantic getaways to family vacations to corporate retreats, our packages cater to a variety of interests and preferences. Enjoy special perks such as complimentary meals, spa treatments, and leisure activities, and make your stay truly unforgettable at The Royal Bihar Hotel.

Corporate Events and Weddings: Grand Celebrations

Planning a corporate event or wedding? Look no further than The Royal Bihar Hotel, where grand celebrations come to life amidst luxury and elegance. Our versatile event spaces and impeccable service ensure that every occasion is a memorable success.

From intimate gatherings to lavish banquets, our experienced event planners are here to assist you every step of the way. Whether you're hosting a business meeting, conference, gala dinner, or wedding ceremony, The Royal Bihar Hotel is the perfect venue for your special event.

Celebrity Guests and Notable Visitors: A Prestigious Venue

Over the years, The Royal Bihar Hotel has had the honor of hosting numerous celebrity guests and notable visitors from around the world. From Bollywood stars to political leaders to business moguls, our hotel has been a preferred choice for discerning travelers seeking luxury and exclusivity.

Join the ranks of the elite and experience the prestige of staying at The Royal Bihar with Luxury hotel suites and rooms. With unparalleled service, exquisite accommodations, and a reputation for excellence, it's no wonder why so many celebrities and dignitaries choose to make The Royal Bihar Hotel their home away from home.

The Future of Luxury Hospitality: Innovation and Expansion

As we look towards the future, The Royal Bihar Hotel remains committed to innovation and expansion, ensuring that we continue to set the standard for luxury hospitality. From investing in cutting-edge technology to expanding our footprint to new destinations, we are dedicated to providing guests with unparalleled experiences that exceed their expectations.

With exciting developments on the horizon, including new amenities, partnerships, and initiatives, the future of luxury hospitality at The Royal Bihar Hotel has never looked brighter. Join us on this journey of excellence and discover a world of luxury beyond compare.

Conclusion: Your Invitation to Experience Luxury

In conclusion, The Royal Bihar Hotel offers a truly unparalleled experience in luxury hospitality, where every moment is crafted with care and attention to detail. From our exquisite accommodations to our exceptional service to our world-class amenities, we invite you to experience luxury like never before at with Luxury hotel suites and rooms.

Whether you're traveling for business or leisure, celebrating a special occasion, or simply seeking a moment of indulgence, with Luxury hotel suites and rooms promises to exceed your expectations and create memories that will last a lifetime. Book your stay with us today and discover the true meaning of luxury.

Also Read :- 5 Star Deluxe luxury hotel in Patna

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q. What amenities are included in the luxury hotel suites at The Royal Bihar Hotel?

A. Our luxury hotel suites feature a range of amenities, including spacious living areas, plush furnishings, panoramic views, and state-of-the-art technology.

Q. Are there any special offers or packages available at The Royal Bihar Hotel?

A. Yes, we offer a variety of exclusive packages and offers tailored to different interests and preferences, including romantic getaways, family vacations, and corporate retreats.

Q. Does The Royal Bihar Hotel offer facilities for corporate events and weddings?

A. Yes, we have versatile event spaces and experienced event planners to assist with corporate events, weddings, and other special occasions.

Q. What dining options are available at The Royal Bihar Hotel?

A. We offer a range of gourmet dining options, including international cuisine, authentic local flavors, and fine dining experiences, curated by our team of expert chefs.

Q. How can I book a stay at The Royal Bihar Hotel?

A. Booking a stay at The Royal Bihar Hotel is easy! Simply visit our website or contact our reservations team to secure your reservation today.

[teddyniffler]

Chapter 6

Amara walked down the hallway. Her meeting with Michael didn’t go entirely to plan. Walk in, speak her mind to Michael, leave all negative thoughts about him in the past, walk out with her head held up. Reno. Casino. Spa. However, the second her nephew mentioned the Winchesters, her plans had been blown. Her mind flooded with questions.

Her feelings for the Winchesters were complicated. She loved Dean for freeing her, they were bounded together. They would always be bound. She the Lock and he the Key. She rubbed her chest where the Mark was, sitting just over her heart. Fitting place for it to be, her brother broke her heart when he locked her up and then by freeing her, Dean has returned the Mark to her flesh. She knew he didn’t return these feelings for her. For Dean, family was his love. She had also grown herself as a person and had become independent, not needing to rely on anybody else other than herself. The old Amara would pine after Dean, wish to be with him, this new Amara did not.

So why couldn’t she rid her thoughts of the name Winchesters as soon as Michael spoke that name? Why could see Dean in her mind right now. Why was it the thought of the Winchesters being hurt by Chuck hurt her?

She let out a cry of frustration and an angel turned to look at her. “What are you looking at?” Amara snapped at it. Angels were not her favourite beings, always admiring Chuck, worshipping Chuck. They knew who he really was, they knew he had abandoned them all and still they were blindly devoted to him. Angels were suck ups. The angel sunk into the wall, trying to look as small and unimportant as they could be. Amara stormed into the throne room, throwing open the doors as she approached. Chuck would be in here she imagined. “Brother?” She spoke to the room. It was empty after all, he was not here, but she knew he could hear her “Where are you?” She went on, walking around the room, touching the throne of Heaven as she did. She knew that would get his attention for sure. There was no reply. Naturally. “Brother, don’t ignore me”

Doctor Theos pushed open the door. Adam didn’t pay him any attention. He came into the room a lot now. Sometimes he would just stand and watch Adam, silently observing him. Sometimes he spoke to Adam. Other times Adam’s head was so foggy he couldn’t remember entire conversations. At times, Adam had the impression the doctor was talking to himself.

For Chuck, the room was simply a small office in an abandoned warehouse. Adam was slumped against the wall, sitting on the ground. Chuck never moved Adam out of this room, in fact Adam had not moved at all since Chuck brought him here, Adam only believed he was walking around. Adam finally looked up. His bed was so soft. The room was warm. The room was cold and damp. A naked bulb the only light. It never got turned off. “Hi” Adam said, he yawned. He was always feeling tired now. “Do we have another therapy session?” “We do” Chuck smiled “Today I wanted to talk more about your delusions. You see Adam, I find in my patients if we talk about recurring themes, we can often find a pattern. This means I want you to tell me what Michael used to tell you” Adam frowned “He’s not real though” Chuck smiled. “He’s not real, yes, but this will help you. Now, before you told me Michael was making you both hide from this evil God. Why was he hiding? What did he find? What has Michael told you” Adam at the doctor. He was holding a clipboard, sitting on Adam’s bed with him. He was smiling again. “He” Adam began “He was scared. He told my brothers -Sorry, I mean I don’t have brothers- but Michael had been speaking to two other guys. God was coming for Michael because Michael told his secret, but Michael wasn’t just gonna run, he was finding a way to fight back against God. He said he knew how to take the Light from God. I don’t know what that means, it’s just my brain making things up right?”

Chuck leaned in “What did Michael learn? How was he planning on taking God’s Light? How far into his plans is he?” Adam blinked “Adam” Chuck pressed on “Tell me” “I-I- Don’t know” Adam got out “It’s just my brain making things up. I don’t know. Michael was scared, he moved fast, he was looking for God everywhere, scared we were being followed. He didn’t tell me. He didn’t show me. He pushed me down before I could see” Chuck glared at Adam in disgust, but to Adam, the doctor was smiling warmly “I see” Chuck said. He stood up. Adam watched as the doctor stood “Time for your medication, Adam” he said. Adam was confused. He took his medication at night. It was daytime “But, it’s not time yet, I take th-“ Adam gasped. Chuck brought his hand up and clicked his fingers. Adam collapsed backwards onto the floor. He was unconscious before he could finish talking. In hours he would awaken without remembering anything at all.

Chuck was seething. Of course Michael would have covered his tracks. Glaring down at the empty vessel of Michael’s, Chuck wanted to burn him up, cell by cell, both to punish Michael and the Winchesters, however the longer he kept Adam alive, the more he could make Michael suffer. However, would Michael even know if he killed Adam. He didn’t have to find out. Adam could be gone Michael would still think they could be hope and then Chuck will crush it. If Adam really didn’t know anything, he was useless to Chuck... “Ooooh” Chuck moaned, a smile appearing on his face. He lifted his had up again and held it in Adam’s direction. He focused on Adam’s blood, making it all pile up on itself, bursting veins, exploding cells. Crushing his lungs as they tried to expand. He watched as Adam’s breathing turned shallow and fast. Watched as the colour drained from his face as his body twitched.

Brother … Brother Brother Chuck rolled his eyes. Why did she always have to call him when he is busy! Blood was dripping from Adam’s mouth, but he was still alive. BROTHER She wasn’t going to give up, so in a glow of light, Chuck located his sister and flew in her direction, she was in a park waiting for him. “Amara” He said. He wasn’t happy to see her, not after she abandoned him in Reno and allowed him to walk all over the earth. Family loyalty was something she didn’t get.

“Brother” She said to him “What are you doing?”

Chuck sighed, she was always moaning at him too. “You’re gonna have to be specific. I’m going like three or four things right now. Creating a new book, chasing up a few loose ends, punishing my son, making music, eating” “I meant with the Winchesters, their brother” Chuck’s eyes narrowed “Have you been spying on me Amara? You know I don’t like that. What I do with my toys has nothing to do with you” “It does if it concerns the Winchesters” The nerve of her! Chuck felt himself getting angry, he closed the distance between him and his sister and grabbed her wrist “I said they are my toys. I created them. You understand?” She pulled her arm out of his grip “Don’t touch me, Chuck. You know what I can do to you” Chuck backed down, yes, he knew what she could do. The day Sam and Dean let her free was his greatest regret. He should have stopped them, but he had been too soft. Now he was paying for that “I’m going now” Chuck spat “Don’t expect me to answer your prayers again Sister”. He hissed out the last word as if it was the greatest insult he could give her. And then he was gone. Amara breathed deeply. If she wanted answers, she would find them herself. The answers she wanted were sitting drinking beer at their kitchen table. Dean swore loudly and pulled out his gun. Sam jumped to his feet, his hair flying around as he spun around to face her “AMARA!” They both shouted at the same time. Dean didn’t lower the gun. At the table was a boy Amara didn’t know, however she had an idea of who he was, he looked just like his father after all. Next to him was the Winchester’s angel. She never quite remembered his name, but she knew he once said yes to Lucifer. He was not important enough for her. Sam and Dean moved closer together, blocking the boy from her sight, his blue eyes on Amara, looking at her in surprise, in wonder. The angel stood too, his hand on the child. Amara was reminded of animals protecting their young. Right now the Winchesters and their pet angel were not the friendliest, however what really bothered her was the child. She could only imagine what he could do to her.

“I’m not here for trouble, so you can put your gun away Dean” She said, looking at Dean and yet again feeling that connection between them. He still had his gun pointed at her, which bothered her in a small way. Was he really going to try and hurt her again? They both knew Dean could never hurt her. “I think not” Dean said, “Why are you here?” Straight to businesses then.

“When I was here last, I didn’t learn everything it seems.” She paused; Dean still had the gun pointed at her head “Do you have another brother? One who said yes to Michael?” The effect this one sentence had on them was confirmation alone. Sam’s mouth opened and he mouthed something Amara didn’t get, and Dean’s eyebrows lowered

“Adam” Sam said “Why? What’s happened? Amara!” Dean lowered his gun only so slightly Amara didn’t answer right away. She loved Dean, however he would never see her as anything but the bad party, even though she was the wronged one. If she offered to help this brother of theirs, maybe then… “Michael and your brother are no longer together. Michael is in heaven’s jail and Chuck is hurting your brother”

There was deadly silence in the room “Where is Adam?” Sam asked. Dean lowered his gun “That son of a bitch!” he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls. The child was looking from the Angel to the brothers in confusion. “I do not know” Amara told them “My brother has him, Michael doesn’t know either.” “Where’s Michael?” The angel asked Amara. “He’s in jail” She said, uncaring. Michael was not her concern, none of her nephews meant anything to her. Not even this kid who was still looking at her. They were nothing, he was nothing. She had washed her hands of the lot. “We must get him out. He can find Adam. Adam is his vessel. We must go to heaven” The angel actually stood up, as if he were to go right now. That made Amara laugh. “You do know you cant just break another angel out of there? My brother made those cells himself, the warding on those cells are far too much for an ordinary angel to break out off” The Winchesters turned to look at her “No” She said “I’m not breaking him out. Michael hurt me remember, him, Lucifer, Raphael and Gabriel. He can rot in there and the others can rot in the empty for what they did to me” Dean was looking right at her “Adam is family” He said, looking her right in the eye “And we need him. We already let him down twice now. We couldn’t protect him, and he died, later he had to say yes to Michael because I refused. Then we threw him in Hell. This is on us. Please, help us find our brother”. Damn those eyes.

Amara pressed her lips. She didn’t want to let Michael out at all. It ruined everything she wanted right now, but then she remembered. If she was to fully become her better self, then maybe…

BANG Michael’s wings flew up, he had been dozing asleep, something he only ever did recently to recover from his wounds. The doors has been blown open and there stood Amara framed, dust and debris flying. Michael rubbed his eyes to clear them off dust, he was shocked by the sudden turn of events. Had she changed her mind on hurting him or was this something else? She walked up to him, as he was sitting on the floor he had to look up to see her face, his golden brown eyes looking up at her. He was not even more messy, which she was secretly happy about. “How about a jail break?” She asked him.

[herespaaa]

Elevate Your Lifestyle and Well-Being with HereSpa: The Luxury of At-Home Salon and Spa Experience.

Self-care has become more crucial than ever. Amidst the chaos of daily life, giving time to pamper yourself is a powerful act of self-love. But with busy schedules and the desire for convenience, why not bring the luxury of a salon and spa experience directly to your doorstep? This is where Herespa At-Home Salon and Spa Services come into play – offering a seamless fusion of convenience, luxury, and personalized care that can truly elevate your lifestyle and enhance your overall well-being.

In this blog post, we'll dive into the importance of choosing an at-home service.

Let’s take a look at other beneficial way at-home services can be for you:

Convenience and Time Savings: With HereSpa, we come to you. Say goodbye to commute times, parking hassles, and waiting rooms. Enjoy the luxury of being pampered in the comfort of your own space. With just a few taps on your device, you can schedule appointments and have professionals arrive at your doorstep, eliminating the need for travel and reducing wait times. This newfound convenience not only saves you time but also allows you to seamlessly integrate self-care into your busy schedule. 

Personalized Experience: At Herespa, personalization is key, we make sure to tailor experiences to your specific needs and preferences. From nail care to massage therapy, each service is curated to ensure that you receive the most effective and enjoyable experience possible. Our range of services caters to various needs, from individual treatments to group sessions. Whether you're looking for a solo relaxation session or want to bond with friends and family over spa treatments, Herespa at-home services offer unmatched flexibility and versatility. 

3. Comfort and Familiarity: HereSpa allows you to relax and enjoy treatments within the familiarity of your own space. This can be particularly beneficial for individuals who might feel uneasy in unfamiliar environments or those who seek to create a soothing atmosphere for their wellness activities. You get to enjoy the luxury of a spa treatment within the confines of your own space, allowing you to relax and fully embrace the experience. 

4. Couples and Family Experiences: HereSpa provides an excellent opportunity for family and social bonding. The beauty of such an experience lies not only in the individual pampering but also in the shared moments that become cherished family memories. These experiences not only promote relaxation and well-being but also offer a space for shared laughter, conversations, and memories. By embracing family, couple, and group experiences in at-home services, you're nurturing relationships, fostering togetherness, and creating moments that will be cherished for years to come.

5. Uninterrupted serenity: This isn't just about the physical space; it's about escaping the ordinary and entering a realm of pure relaxation. By transforming your home into a haven of calmness, you're breaking away from the routine and embracing the extraordinary—a moment where your well-being takes center stage. Imagine having the ability to curate the setting exactly as you desire. Whether you prefer the soothing melodies of spa music, the gentle glow of scented candles, or the soft embrace of subdued lighting, the power to shape an atmosphere that resonates with you resides in your hands.

The concept of luxury often views images of extravagance and wealth, but Herespa redefines luxury as a feeling of comfort, familiarity, and turning your home to a canvas for your relaxation masterpiece. By choosing HereSpa at-home salon and spa services, you're not only investing in pampering; you're prioritizing yourself, fostering a sense of balance, joy, and vitality. With HereSpa, self-care isn't just an afterthought; it's an integral part of your lifestyle, reminding you that you deserve moments of luxury and well-being.

Allow Herespa to elevate your lifestyle and well-being to new heights. Your journey to rejuvenation begins right at your doorstep.  Book an appointment today!

[substancerehab]

Breaking Barriers and Reclaiming Lives: Telehealth Treatment for Addiction

In the age of rapid technological advancements, the world of healthcare has seen a remarkable transformation. The emergence of telehealth and telemedicine solutions has not only made healthcare more accessible but has also revolutionized the way we treat various medical conditions. In this blog, we'll dive into the world of telehealth for addiction and explore how telemedicine solutions are offering hope, support, and life-changing treatment for those battling addiction.

The New Frontier of Telehealth for Addiction

Addiction is a complex and deeply personal struggle that affects millions of lives worldwide. It comes in many forms, from substance abuse to behavioral addictions, but one thing remains constant: the need for effective treatment. Telehealth and telemedicine solutions have opened up a new frontier in the fight against addiction, making treatment more accessible than ever before.

The Power of Telehealth Treatment

Imagine a world where addiction treatment is just a video call away. Telehealth treatment is turning that vision into a reality. By utilizing telemedicine solutions, individuals seeking addiction treatment can connect with licensed professionals from the comfort of their own homes. This newfound accessibility removes one of the major barriers to seeking help: stigma.

Telehealth for Addiction: A Personal Journey

To truly grasp the impact of telemedicine treatment for addiction, let's follow Sarah, a fictional character, on her journey to recovery. Sarah struggled with alcohol addiction for years but was reluctant to seek help in person due to fear of judgment and embarrassment. However, when she discovered telehealth treatment, her life took a profound turn.

Breaking the Stigma with Telemedicine Solutions

The first step in Sarah's journey was to find a telehealth platform that offered addiction treatment. With a simple online search, she connected with a licensed addiction counselor who specialized in telehealth treatment. Through secure video calls, she could openly discuss her struggles and receive expert guidance without the fear of being judged.

The Convenience of Telemedicine Solutions

One of the key advantages of telehealth for addiction is the convenience it offers. Sarah no longer needed to commute to a clinic or rearrange her schedule for appointments. She could connect with her counselor from the comfort of her own living room. This convenience eliminated the typical barriers that deter many from seeking telemedicine treatment.

The Supportive Telehealth Ecosystem

Telemedicine solutions for addiction extend beyond counseling sessions. Sarah had access to a range of digital tools and resources, including virtual support groups and educational materials. These resources provided a comprehensive approach to her recovery, helping her build a strong foundation for a sober life.

Telehealth Treatment Tailored to You

Telemedicine solutions and telehealth treatment for addiction are not one-size-fits-all. They offer personalized treatment plans that cater to the unique needs of each individual. In Sarah's case, her counselor worked with her to create a treatment plan that addressed her specific triggers and challenges.

The Role of Telehealth in Relapse Prevention

Relapse is a common challenge in addiction recovery, but telehealth provides an effective solution. With the ability to connect with her counselor at any time, Sarah had the support she needed to navigate moments of temptation and prevent relapse.

Telehealth for Addiction: A Holistic Approach

Telemedicine solutions for addiction encompass a holistic approach to recovery. In addition to individual counseling, Sarah had the opportunity to engage in family therapy sessions and group discussions, strengthening her support network and addressing underlying issues that contributed to her addiction.

The Future of Telehealth for Addiction

The future of addiction treatment is undoubtedly intertwined with telehealth. The ongoing development of secure, user-friendly telemedicine solutions, combined with growing acceptance in the medical community, promises to open new doors for those struggling with addiction. The stigma surrounding addiction is slowly dissipating, and individuals like Sarah can look forward to a brighter, healthier future. Telehealth and telemedicine solutions are transforming addiction treatment into a more accessible, personalized, and stigma-free experience. The story of Sarah, though fictional, reflects the profound impact that telehealth for addiction can have on real lives. As technology continues to advance and society becomes more accepting of virtual healthcare, the future of addiction treatment is looking brighter than ever. Telehealth is not just a buzzword; it's a lifeline for individuals seeking to break free from the chains of addiction and reclaim their lives.

[slothbookcase]

Really Looking In

I was reading the part where Ken & Fanchon are telling Joanie & Fitz that Tim found a new place after they got deported from Mexico, and Ken said it's a mansion with 64 rooms. So I looked up Millbrook, NY mansion and Hitchcock Estate came up.

That's when I figured out Outside Looking In by T.C. Boyle based on real event. And Boyle got a lot of key facts right. Timothy Leary is a real disgraced Harvard professor who became an icon for counterculture of the 1960s-1970s, otherwise known as hippie.

The setting for second half of the book, The Hitchcock Estate, is also a real place in Millbrook, NY. It is owned by the Hitchcock siblings, heirs to Mellon family fortune. Thomas and Billy are only mentioned once, while Peggy is only mentioned in passing. But they are real people. While it is unclear what is the relationship between Leary and Peggy, the book said they are dating. I can't confirmed if this is true or not.

Richard Alpert, in book is referred to by his nickname Dick, is also real person. Together with Tim, they rented the house and created a 'center for psychedelic study,' where they created a commune of students and their family who has adult tripping on psilocybin and/or LSD every week in the name of science. Alpert later more known as Guru Ram Dass.

None of the students in Boyle's book is a real person, except for one guy. Boyle didn't even mentioned Lisa Bieberman, Leary & Alpert's so called protégé that was labeled by Harvard Crimson as LSD PR Girl. But the book did mentioned an experiment done on Divinity School students, known as "Good Friday Experiment." The experiment conducted by Walter Pahnke, and he's the only student that is referred by his real name as the experiment happened in real life. But after the aforementioned experiment, Walter is nowhere to be found in the book. In real life, Pahnke (whose photo on Psychedelic Science Review made him looks like Anderson Cooper with dark hair) continue to do experiment on hallucinogen, but he used it as part of therapy session with terminal cancer patients and on alcoholic with goal to treating their addiction. The last one, as now we know, is just changing the substance but I don't think it'll stop their addiction.

This book calling their commune as Castalia Foundation, basing it on Aldous Huxley's Island. The truth is, Huxley also basing it from Hermann Hesse's The Glass Bead Game. I haven't read either books.

Although this book largely about Leary's commune, the first chapter of the book is reimagining how first LSD trip took place by none other than its creator, Albert Hofmann.

Boyle imagining how Hofmann, high on LSD, ride his bike home while being chased by his panicked assistant. That day, April 19th, is now commemorated as Bicycle Day in Switzerland. Interesting fact, Hofmann resent Leary for "giving his creation a bad name," according to this article: