#as one does when ome is a well adjusted human being

[starpros-sunshine]

People will literally prefer not telling someone a problem they've been complaining about has been fixed like three weeks ago simply out of spite.

[noirsariel]

I'll keep to the yellow list for simplicity's sake, but OC asks!

🏆 (trophy)

👑 (crown)

✨(sparkles)

🍌 (banana)

I associate Obey Me with you so let's do some OM Oliver!

🏆 (trophy) - What accomplishment is your oc proudest of? Why?

Magic in general was very difficult for Oliver to get down, so when he was initially pulled in for RAD, he was genuinely very concerned about his abilities to pass his classes. Solomon ended up helping him a lot more than either one expected. While it wasn't anything technically impressive, his first successful spell was a HUGE deal for Oliver. Solomon gifted him a spellbook after that to write down whatever spells he manages to master. He hopes to fill it from page to page.

👑 (crown) - How does your oc feel about power? Do they hold any? If so, what kind of power and how did they attain it? If not, would they ever want power? How do they feel about those that hold power over others?

Oliver recognizes that he's in a strange position. On paper, he's just a human and thus he doesn't technically hold power in the Devildom, but in reality, so many powerful demons are indeed tied to him (not to mention Solomon and some angels as well), so he is actually quite powerful.

He wants to use these ties responsibly and ensure that no one is hurt because of this power. However, for Nightbringer this does bring in some complications because Solomon wants him to work for the interest of humanity, but Oliver is not certain that this is something he can promise. He doesn't want to toss Lucifer, his brothers, Diavolo, and everyone else under the bus should a war break out.

He also believes that other people in power need to be responsible as well. He's deeply critical if he sees something he doesn't believe to be fair. This can get him in trouble, but he feels he's not holding up morals if he lets stuff like that slide.

✨ (sparkles) - What gives your oc confidence? Is it something physical or more emotional? Do they inspire confidence in others? Why or why not?

Mostly, it's just success. Praise doesn't work too well for him, but accomplishing a goal is a very good way for Oliver to gain confidence in something. The downside is it's still rather easy to knock him down. He's working on being more resilient, but to give an example using the accomplishment above, if Solomon pointed out that what Oliver did was a very basic spell that everyone there could do in their sleep, he'd go from :D to :( very fast.

Despite this, he does do his best to help those around him. He thinks everyone is cool and should see that! He tries not to be a hype man and actually point of when something needs work, but he wants everyone around him to do well.

🍌 (banana) - What is your character’s diet like? Do they cook hearty homemade meals or prefer to eat out? Are they a vegetarian or a meat lover? Are there any cultural foods they’re particularly fond of?

Oliver does have food allergies and as a result is on a restricted diet. Despite this, he does enjoy heartier meals. He definitely has a larger appetite for most and can relate to Beelzebub constantly needing food.

Oliver loves meat and definitely is a fan of like generic American foods (especially junk food), though not all of it loves him back due to the allergies mentioned above! Adjusting to Devildom food required a lot of research and trial and error (Barbatos was a huge help here), but he's got it pretty well figured out by now.

[hope-for-the-planet]

Hello! Something I see a lot of in climate discussions is how important it is that we do not let climate anxiety prevent us from taking environmental action. Now, I do suffer from a lot of eco anxiety, but I dont let it stop me; I do a lot to try and help the planet, from volunteering to pursuing an ecology degree. I can see that my actions have made a small impact, but no matter what I do, it never seems enough! Especially considering how many harmful actions I undertake just by living. I always feel I should be doing more, but I dont know what more I *can* do, and I drive myself crazy trying to find more ways to help. I've never heard anyone discussing this particular flavour of anxiety. A lot of the discussion seems to end at "take action". Do you have any thoughts on this?

Hi Jesse! Thanks for the ask—this is a great question.

First, thank you so much for the work that you are already doing. Remember that the impact you actually see from your actions is rarely the full scope of what you have accomplished—there are very likely positive ripple effects you will never know about.

Two other important things to remember:

No one individual is responsible for solving the climate crisis—or even just solving a large chunk of the climate crisis—on their own. I think Western individualism can sometimes convince us that if we, as individuals, cannot make a huge, measurable dent in a problem then we aren't doing enough and it will never be solved. But that is not true—we are not in this alone, we share the fight with billions of other humans, and we are most effective when we join our efforts together in community.

The fight against climate change is not a battle that can be finally and conclusively won, at least not in our lifetimes. There will always be new challenges to address as we seek to repair and live on this changing world. Pacing yourself and contributing a sustainable amount for a long period of time is more effective (and healthier for you) than going full throttle doing everything you possibly can for a few years and then burning out.

Right now I'm slowly working through the book A Field Guide to Climate Anxiety by Sarah Jaquette Ray. This passage made me think of your ask:

“[S]ome people thrive in “the struggle” and feel like there’s something wrong if they start to feel happy and well adjusted, as if this shows that they do not care enough about the cause. Many of us feel were are complicit in causing harm if we do not suffer alongside those who suffer the most

“Although this tendency comes from a generous place of wanting to be present with those who suffer, our perception that the crisis is urgent and requires immediate and intense engagement can lead to burnout. If we really care about a cause, our priority should be to avoid martyrdom. Despite what some of us have internalized from the environmental movement, our presence on the planet does not have to mean eternal damnation. We are all worthy of living on Earth, and we do not need to spend our lives repenting for the sin of being human.”

I hope this helps you in the same way it helped me.

<3

[princess-of-the-corner]

Okay here's my thoughts on the bnha monster au so far:

Let's start with Izuku because his shit is Complicated™.

So. Izuku is a Changeling. The Fae kind not the mlp kind. A Fae child swapped with a Human for... whatever the fuck reason why do Fae do that?

Now. I debated on what to do with the Human he was swapped with. I thought about doing what Cap did with OM!Sabrina and just. Making an OC to be the Human that Izuku replaced. And honestly Faezuku was tempting.

But........

Y'all know I'm here with the 'Dad for One' stuff. And AfO did canonically kinda kidnap/adopt a child. Plus I already decided that the whole AfO/OfA situation in this AU involved a Fae Contract.

So really it writes itself that Shigaraki is the Human that AfO swapped Izuku for.

I need to fuck around with this a little because Izuku and Shigaraki are different ages in Canon but I can either adjust ages or explain some Fae Nonsense.

That said, while they were swapped, even more fuckery happens because like hell am I leaving Izuku in that family. Something or other happens and they die(miiiight be AfO's fault), with Izuku ending up adopted by Inko. I can explain away Izuku looking like Inko as some more Fae Magic, the whole Changeling thing has him inclined to make his appearance resemble the family he's in. (by the time we get to the main story his appearance is solidified and can't be changed to a different default.)

Anyway!

Izuku has no idea what he is. He has no idea Magic is a thing. He knows he's a little 'off' in some ways but thinks it's probably just the adhd/autism cocktail. He does have some funky Fae memory where he remembers more about his younger years than a Human should, so he does vaguely remember different adults in his life before Inko and is aware he's adopted. But other than that.......

Well. The only real strange thing is that he likes being in the woods. He feels 'right' there. Not that he's uncomfortable at home, but it's just the Fae nature. He'll spend a lot of time out there. Sometimes he loses track of time and will spend the night in a tree or something. It scares Inko every time but she eventually decided to just get the kid a cellphone so that he can check in.

Let's hop over to All Might for a minute!

I mentioned before that OfA is a Fae Contract. The basis is that it will give you a lot of Magic Power, connecting through each user like in Canon, but at the cost of being tied to whatever Contract was made between the users when it's passed down. Mostly it is some variation of 'use this power to protect others'.

Which. Yeah is what All Might is doing at this point. I don't know if 'superhero' is the right word but he is the person who deals with keeping people safe. Whether it's from the Human vs. Monster thing, or the Monsters that do cause problems.

Now let's finally get to my favorite Katsuki.

SO.

I need to hammer out the relationship between Izuku and Katsuki. Since this is a 'no Quirks' AU, there.... isn't really anything that could cause their fallout as kids. Like, yeah I do think that Katsuki's need for positive attention, no matter how shallow it is, could lean toward the adults at school manipulating him into aiming his anger issues into bullying other students rather than helping him deal with it. But without the difference of Katsuki having a Quirk and Izuku not, there isn't anything to really turn him against his friend entirely.

I think he might just be generally mean and they fell out of friendship for the most part but less targeted bullying.

Anyway. Things are normal up into this AU's version of the sludge villain incident. Which I'm moving up to 'just before high school' rather than a whole year before for timeline reasons.

Also instead of sludge it's a Werewolf.

Yeah you can see where I'm going with this. I made that joke to Cap and I'm sticking to it.

So for whatever reason, both Izuku and Katsuki end up in the woods one night. Whether they're there together or just both ran into each other is up in the air. But they're attacked by a very big and very angry 'wolf'.

They try running for it, but the wolf catches up to them. They try to fight back, but teeth and claws and monstrous animalistic hunger really get the better of them.

Eventually All Might shows up and is able to subdue the beast. He does check over the boys, ask about if they were bit or if they need help. but.... you know how Katsuki is. Just a 'fuck off I'm fine!'. They're a bit roughed up, but nothing they really need to go to a hospital for, right?

All Might takes them at their word and leaves. The kids walk home and Izuku insists that they at least patch up the minor stuff. Gives his mom a heart attack and they lie about the wolf thing. As they're doing that, Izuku sees that Katsuki did get bit. He's worried about it. He wants to go back and find the guy who saved them, but Katsuki brushes it off that it's probably fine.

It's not fine. But we only find this out the next Full Moon. Where Izuku, unafraid of the forest even after last month's trauma, fell asleep in a tree and wakes up to a different wolf on the forest floor. A smaller blonde one. And, as the sun rises, the wolf passes out and turns back to Katsuki.

Izuku feels like he's going fucking insane. But does climb down to check on his friend. Katsuki is very out of it. Being exhausted and in a lot of pain and confused and waking up naked in a forest with no memory of the night before.

Izuku: "So. Uh. I.... I think you might be a Werewolf."

Katsuki: "There's no way in hell."

Izuku: "Look I just saw a wolf turn into you and it was a Full Moon and you got bit a month ago and is there any other fucking explanation?!"

Katsuki: "...... Not one I can think of, no."

They don't know what else to do so they end up looking for All Might. And they do eventually find him thankfully. And explain. And ask if he can help because come on aren't there cures or something?

He tells them 'yeah Magic and Monsters are real'. And he apologizes for not insisting on checking the boys over better because now it's too late. They ask what he means, and he is honest. The only cure for Lycanthropy has to be given within the first Moon Cycle. Once the infected goes through their first Full Moon, it sets in and the cure won't work.

Well shit. Katsuki is not having a good time with that information. And Izuku feels like he should've done more too.

All Might offers to help handle the situation so that Katsuki isn't a danger. Which like. Of course for a hot second they're like 'oh shit he's gonna kill him', and Izuku is 110% down to fight.

He clarifies very quickly though that there's a school where other Magic and Monster kids go. Not only could Katsuki learn more about his own abilities and other Magic stuff, but they do know how to keep Werewolves safe during the Full Moon.

Izuku wants to go to, but... it's not really for Humans and he still thinks he's a Human. Now we the parallel to Canon of how All Might was looking for a successor and all. And seeing Izuku both the first time against the wolf that bit Katsuki and just now ready to fight him when he thought there was a threat, he decides the kid's a good candidate.

Of course there's more discussion on that. But this is... interesting. Because it is originally Fae Magic that has been passed through a few different hands and is now, unknowingly, back in the hands of a Fae. A Fae who already should have a large power due to lineage but hasn't ever used it, and is now supercharged.

Basically he's ridiculously OP lmao but that shit's just Canon.

The kids end up at UA which is. Basically Monster High vibes tbh. With the rest of the UA staff and students as various monsters. Which I have not thought of what all they are yet but rip

[ready-to-obeyme]

[OM!] Mother!MC with Demon Brothers + Luke Headcanons

Scenario: Instead of a younger human, the Devildom welcomes a mother (with a 3-year old son in tow) into the exchange program. 

intro + headcanons about how the brothers would interact with her 

no romance… just uwu

bonus how the brothers would treat the son (why son? Perhaps because I too want a son)

Female reader!! (MC is referred to as she in this post) 

bonus character: Luke :3c

I JUST WANT THEM TO FEEL LOVED OK

Lucifer wasn’t prone to believe in fate-- and the beginnings of the exchange program was just another reason why he did not. He let the breeze-- the wind pick a human applicant for him; and if he had gone through every application (though he wasn't completely sure he'd be sane by the end of it all) maybe this situation wouldn't have happened. 

"What do you mean you can't be one of our exchange students?" Diavolo inquired, more curious than anything, an amused smile gracing his lips.

"I have a son," she said hesitantly. And there he was, peering around at the assembly room in his mother's arms that were wrapped protectively around him.

A mother and her human child, Lucifer thought blearily. One could only imagine what would happen if both of them remained here. (Which is why he never cut corners in anything he ever did ever because the one time he does, things go to shit. Damn Diavolo for enabling him.)

--

Lucifer

disgruntled by the adjustments made to accommodate a human child and his mother; mf will he ever rest

probably has to worry about babysitting duties delegated to his brothers 

however, pleasantly surprised by MC's calm demeanor and reliable personality; finally another competent person in the house he doesn't have to really pick up after

...actually adores her and her son

accidentally does things to please her without really realizing it and hates the slight disappointment or worry he sees when he goes through sleepless nights or lashes out from anger

doesn't remember the last time he's been chastised, but he's as embarrassed as he can be when she fusses over him

the hell coffee she makes for him every morning and the snacks she brings during his breaks makes him lowkey wanna cry-- he doesn’t know how to deal with a selfless, unconditional love

is used to being a single parent ngl so taking care of her son is kinda… easy especially if the son is compliant

finds himself pressing a kiss to his forehead absently and catches himself only after he's done it (bonus points if Barbatos takes a pic of it and sends it into their trio gc) 

“Barbatos, please delete this picture.”

“Oh, are you sure about that?”

“................”

ah he's attached, and so are his brothers, which kind of perturbed him a little but he’s kind of in the same boat after a short week or so

(if there was one brother who had a chance of harboring feelings for a mother mc, it’d be Luciiiiiiii uwuwuwuuwuuw; what can I say? He can’t resist the milf) 

eventually, he opens up to her about the war-- because if there was any human he’d trust with his secrets, it would be MC

Mammon

he's crying 

he doesn't think anyone has ever talked or held him as gently as MC

similar to the game, absolutely adores her and can't even lie about it

ok jk he's still a tsundere, but blushes every time MC looks at him with a knowing look because he can't lie convincingly enough that no, the head pats dont feel nice and no, he's just eating the lunch she made because it'll be a waste otherwise, ok?!

Her son definitely thinks he’s related to Mammon

Definitely the first one to accidentally call her “mom” 

But hey don’t blame him-- he’s weak to how MC looks at him endearingly as she brushes hair out of his face motherly, like he can do no wrong 

Nothing can compare to how Mammon feels when MC tells him she’s proud of him

feels legit guilty when she calls him out on his habits of stealing things to the point he remembers her voice when he tries to do it again-- basically his conscience ngl

she's like a cold hand to his feverish forehead, a cooling balm to the burn on his hand

when she defends him from his brother's insults, swears he'll protect her and her son 

on that note, adores her son too and her son adores mammon!

surprisingly (or not) good with kids and treats them well; plays with them, very lively and dynamic

takes babysitting pretty seriously-- makes him consider the fact that he might actually want to be a father in the future if possible

not that he doesn’t have reckless endeavors with her son... they just end up okay so no one is none the wiser until it shows up on someone’s devilgram or spoken about through Barbatos/Diavolo

Leviathan

Honestly doesn’t know how to to react 

A little miffed tbh that he finds it so easy to talk to her about…. Everything??? 

When he enlisted her (and her son) to get his money back from Mammon, did he expect to rant to her about all his animes and gush about his figurines to her because that was one of the first time someone’s allowed him to indulge in his hobbies and listen patiently?

No, and now he’s crying 

And the fact she gently addresses his self-deprecating comments and urges him to see how she sees him (smart, witty, forgiving)---

Will probably do anything for MC and anything she says at this point; the pact is just a formality LOL

Listens to her and genuinely thinks the things she does for him is in his best interest 

Had a hard time knowing how to deal with her son for a while, simply because he doesn’t know what he could do to actually entertain the child

Then finds out he could literally put up TSL or any of his favorite animes and the kid will watch it-- and ABSORB

Levi might as well be the kid’s best friend at this point-- dubbs him ‘Henry’-- which is really the greatest compliment MC thinks her son can get from him

Honestly volunteers to babysit him and proceeds to spoil him rotten

Satan

Slightly annoyed at how motherly she is at the beginning-- he takes her care and actions as if she treats him like a child

Finds it frightening how soothed he feels when he’s around her

There’s something about an older, calming presence that saps the anger from him and makes him feel like he can be himself around MC

Surprisingly the second person to accidentally call MC by “mom” probably an hour after he makes fun of Mammon for doing it (lol karma)

isn't one to seek out her attention like with levi, mammon, or asmo but is pleased whenever he does have time to spend with her because she always seems to have insight on everything and a strange wisdom that all mothers apparently do

has a lot of late night talks with her about her life, her career, what it's like having a child

often finds himself asking her for advice, and even if she doesn't have the answer, he always comes out of it thoughtful and clear minded 

always willing to take care of her son; delights in reading him his favorite books and enacting the exciting scenes 

always treats him like an adult to the point that their conversations are really funny to listen to

"So would you say the author's intent of the blue door was to convey the agony of grief?"

"I like the color blue."

"As did the protagonist; hm, you bring up a good point."

the son is Satan's partner in crime against Lucifer 

"It's better if we do this, isn't that right?"

"Yeah!" MC’s child says, happily chewing on his favorite snack that Satan always gives to him and honestly not caring about the conversation at hand at all

"See? He agrees with me!”

And Lucifer just sighs bc he always loses in these arguments and Satan is unbearably smug

Asmodeus

similar to Satan, finds her presence in Devildom to be very pleasant and calming

she never seems to be disapproving of his past times, and Asmo is endeared by the way she never fails to say "stay safe" or "have fun!" or even "do you want me to leave the front lights for when you come back?"

the little motherly ways in which she shows she cares makes Asmo adore her

loves taking her shopping; always has a good time just gossiping, trying new clothes, or having a girls night out with self careeeee

when her son tags along, loves to have him dress up too or try on make up and it's too adorable NOT to post on devilgram

pretty sure MC's son has trended on devilgram before-- but that was the first and last time because Lucifer yelled at him for advertising the fact there was a human child in Devildom

which Asmo thinks is silly because he's pretty sure the caption under the selfie of the three of them ("So adorbs! I've only had MC's son for a day, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in Devildom and then myself. Teehee!") would have deterred any demon from laying a finger on him

When Asmo has him for babysitting duties, always loves to bathe him and play with bubbles, morphing his hair into an afro or an equally fashionable hairdo

actually very attentive to the child!!

Beelzebub

Not much changes from how Beel treats MC, but does view her actions in a more motherly manner 

I think one thing that would change is that-- considering MC is a mother of her own child, is actually very protective of the brothers and sensitive to their changes in moods

When Lucifer gets angry at Beel and Luke, MC is furious and furiously protective, not yielding one bit or hesitating to put herself in front of them because of her instincts-- Beel has never admired her more 

Physical strength has always something he can easily understand, but it is the strength of wills and of bravery that surprises him every time 

After Mammon and Satan accidentally calls you “mom” Beelzebub has no qualms with calling you by mom either-- I mean, what’s the shame in that? Everyone already thinks of you as their mother-figure anyways

MC helps him deal with the loss of his sister

With MC’s child… You know that one meme with the two ways dad deals with kids: one is softly kissing his child on the forehead as he sleeps and the other is carrying his kid by the leg with one arm

Both of them is Beel 

carries the kid around in the weirdest ways sometimes, including on his head, in one hand like he's holding a trophy, upside down (dw the kid thinks it's funny)

main transport is on his shoulders though; thinks it's kinda cute how the kid puts his arms around his head

wouldn't love anything more but to nap with him, but Beel is afraid of hurting him when he sleeps

Is the softest with MC’s son--- he’s not used to being the older brother, so he takes this responsibility kind of seriously 

Always makes sure the food that MC’s son eats is appropriate so he tastes/tries it first… and sometimes ends up eating all of it, but he always manages to succeed in feeding the kid so it’s all good

Belphegor

Wants to hate MC so badly the first time they meet when he’s in the attic

He’s supposed to HATE humans, damn it-- why the hell is MC trying to be so motherly and understanding, huh?? How dare she make him guilty after he lied to her like wlkjaflksjfkjasdlfj

Out of all of them, seeks MC the least; whether it’s from guilt or the fact that her presence reminds him of the things and resentment he used to hold against her 

Takes a little more cajoling from MC to talk to her and explain how he’s feeling so they can move past it

He’d rather die than let anyone else know that he teared up when they talked about Lilith and how he felt about everything; urges Belphie to talk to Lucifer and seek reconciliation with him individually (because it may be a family problem, but the feud was between the two of them, don’t you think?)

Finally gets the redemption arc he deserves and feels a lot lighter knowing that everything that has happened is now in the open and he’s ready to start healing 

In avoiding MC after the whole debacle, Belphie ends up spending more time with her son because he thinks Belphie is fascinating and Belphie has no clue why 

Similarly to Satan, treats the kid like he would anyone else but does find it amusing if the kid chases after his tail like a cat

Always ends up napping with him whenever MC’s son takes a nap-- after all, what’s easier than looking after a kid if you’re BOTH asleep?

Keeps an eye on him by putting a hand on his torso as they nap together

Uses MC’s son as an excuse to not do something, especially when Lucifer tells him to do something he doesn’t like to do

Honestly the son is a part of his arsenal-- he knows how weak everyone is for this kid (and so is he tbh but more lowkey) so cute pics of him is like… currency (Mammon WISHES he thought of this first) 

Bonus:

Luke

MC practically adopts him the moment she lays eyes on him-- how could she not? Luke may as well be her other son

Luke can’t say no, especially after she saves him from Lucifer

Definitely calls her mom by accident and the brothers tease him-- only for him to retort back that “don’t you ALL call her by mom?” and they shut up lol

Simeon still gets to tease Luke though heheh 

Really really really tries hard not to refer to MC as mom, but it slips out sometimes and no one even bats an eye 

Baking together is such a family bonding moment

Treats MC’s son most like his younger brother almost automatically and makes sure he doesn’t get into any trouble while he’s taking care of him (though he does anyways) 

Kind of likes the responsibility of babysitting MC’s son; makes him feel trusted

(MC takes the cutest pics of them together when they fall asleep; starts thinking about maybe having another child wouldn’t be so bad)

[beelspillowpet]

If your requests are open - it says they are but I always like to double check- could you do the OM brothers with a F!Mc that starts dating a girl from RAD ? I want pretty demon lady ... please devs make a female option.... 😳😳😳😳😳 if the relationship doesn’t work out that’s fine! I’m just simping for women

Requests will most likely always be open because I can never get enough of reading about these ideas and stuff... IDK I’m obsessed lol.

More lesbian MC stuff.... feeding me lately, Mira. Because I’m impulsive af I am now casually inserting an OC how everyone will eventually get to know better~... DW. She’s mostly nice.

Introducing, The Manipulator! Or as you may call her, Liza!

She has a bit of history with the boys, but nothing intimate. Without further ado, let’s get into the HCs.

F!MC Dates a Demon Girl from RAD

Lucifer is the first one trying to put a stop to this. How the fuck- why the fuck- what the fuck? When did you even get in contact with another demon? You were meant to be monitored 24/7 while out, especially at RAD. Did Mammon or any of his other younger brothers leave you unattended for that long!?

Not only does he, and most of his brothers, not like Liza, but they’re also incredibly jealous. It’s not like they’re owed anything, but...

Really? Of all the demons in this realm you’d pick, it’d be her? Now sure, none of them are perfect... Maybe with exception to Asmo with how often he cries about it, but...

Okay so maybe the pickings aren’t that great. They’re all guys and... maybe you just want to spice things up with a girl? They can understand that. I mean they clearly all like you in some shape or form.

Satan tries to understand her. They both have issues to work through. Serious ones. Ones regarding their situation around birth. He’s meant to be a constantly angry person, but he doesn’t want to seem that way. Liza is seen as someone who only lies, cheats, and manipulates to get what she wants... but Satan can see that’s not all she is. He’s suspicious of her, but doesn’t question it too much.

Belphie, just like Lucifer, is not having it, though. Liza? Really? If he weren’t trying to be respectful of your choices, he’d immediately list every reason why you shouldn’t have picked her. She’s manipulative- worse than him- she’s a liar, and she’s really mean. There were rumors she was created to be the exact opposite of Asmo, even.

But alas, they all keep their mouths shut. Life is good for you here in the Devildom, and who are they to stampede on that?

Things with Liza are actually great too. She takes you out almost daily, and while she can’t spend the night in the HoL for... various reasons... she visits when she can. Usually baring a gift.

She brings food or little plushies most of the time. Eventually she starts upgrading to gifts that last longer in your room. She takes to even bringing over beautiful Galaxy Roses just so you have something to have from her.

Don’t think your clothes are safe either. Nuh-uh. She’s taking your sweatpants, hoodies, jackets- all of it. Sometimes she gives them back. Most of the time she doesn’t. Your stuff is now her stuff. And her stuff is still hers but... she’ll share. :)

Because the guys clearly aren’t a fan of her, you two spend the majority of your time out together. Liza promises Lucifer that she’ll take good care of you. He doesn’t believe it, and thinks she’s plotting something, but realistically, she’s in love. Truly in love. Father may have made her differently from Asmo, but he gave her the ability to love and treat what’s hers properly.

Hell, there was a time when some demon was threatening your life over something. Probably a stupid thing, like bumping into them while walking. Before either of you could even swing, she had the demon in a headlock, threatening to snap their neck if they didn’t get down on their knees and apologize to you. You’d never been so moved in your life.

Speaking of her strength; it is considerable. She catches Beel at the gym often- in fact, he’s caught you both at the gym a few times before. He thinks its... a bit awkward. He and Liza hada  few conversations, and she was nothing but considerate to him. But something always felt off. Like she was hiding something.

While respectful and willing to listen, Liza isn’t too keen on being... soft? She doesn’t mind vanilla, but I mean... You’re her little bunny. Are you gonna upgrade to Rope Bunny or what?

She is one of those types of people who are very straight forward. If you have a problem, she works to find a solution instead of outright comforting you right then and there. She often forgets there’s an emotional side to tend to, rather than a logical one. She does try to fit in the comforting afterwards, offering a hug and cradling you in her arms. She shushes you and kisses the top of your head, hoping that she’s doing it right.

As for having space...? Yeah, you can have it. Just ask. She doesn’t mind it. Honestly just tell her anything and she’d be willing tot ry and make an adjustment. Keyword is try.

She’s not really known love for thousands of years. True love anyways. It’s a work in progress, but if you tell her you don’t like one thing, she’ll try to do the exact opposite. If you tell her you need some time alone, she won’t throw a fit. Just huffs a little before leaving.

She’s a biiiig texter. Like... your phone will be blowing up. Morning texts every day without failure. They’re unique too, not a copy/paste. Way too many emojis.

Good🐣morning🌅 My MC💖🔥! I hope 🙏🏿 you had a great 👍🏿 sleep 😴. Here’s to a ✨ really great👌🏿day, 🏞️ my 💗 beautiful❤️incredible🌟love! I left you 🥺 a special bento 🍱 this morning! Please enjoy it! 💝💟

She’s honestly not perfect. She’s sometimes too clingy, and other times she’s a bit aggressive. She’ll ramble on about the guys, forgetting you live with them and know them so well. They’re like family to you, and you’re actively bad-talking some of them. Especially Lucifer. She’s pretty defensive about it too if you try to tell her to cut it out.

“MC... You have no idea how much suffering I’ve been through because of them. They’re cool people and all but... I can’t always been friendly about them, ya’know?”

She tries though. Kind of. The only one she can kind of have a conversation with is Satan. Maybe Beel ona  good day.

Oh and competitive... don’t play games with her, please. She’ll get pissed off and sabotage everyone. No one is safe from her when she plays CLUE or Scrabble. She’s a lil’ dorky.

Having a pact with her isn’t that much of a big deal, really? She sort of... offers it to you one day. Like “Hey, so when are we gonna make that pact?” And then cringes at herself because she could have done so much better.

Like she sort of sees pacts as an engagement. Is she moving too fast? That’s up to you. But please make a pact with her. She loves you, MC. She wants to protect and hold and love...

Aside from all this, when you do go back to the human world, she’s right there at the portal giving you a hug and kiss goodbye. She doesn’t shed a single tear. At least not in front of you. When you are gone though, she’s much more angry and irritated. She’s snappy with the people around her, and she’s hurting because she never realized how dependant on you she was.

She needed you to feel like she was normal. Like she was excepted. It’s not like you’re gone forever, but you won’t be back in.... who knows how long?

You’re allowed to summon her whenever, at least. But just... obviously not as often, because getting back home can be annoying. Also because Lucifer is usually there, scolding her about “heading out without letting someone know.” As if she has much of a say. She usually doesn’t, with him talking so much. The bastard.

All in all, with Liza she is a girl who has your back. A bit much at times, but who doesn’t like a bit of excitement in their lives? She wants you to be able to understand her struggles, but it’s not her place to even tell her own story anymore. She just wants to forget, move on, and be with you. So please. Please stay in the Devildom a bit longer, next time...?

[getlitaesthetic]

Hello, I love your content so much abour OM dark AU especially the children of the dark. Can I ask how how about undateables reaction of their own children? Thank you :-)

ALSO ASKED:  “ What if dark Diavolo got mc pregnant would he be like the brothers not caring or wanting to get involved or would he be like some of the brothers and actually want a child with mc?“

(Brother’s version found: Here )

So we have come to this... The Children Of The Dark: Undateable Edition.

The rest under the cut!

Diavolo: 

This? This was planned.

More than that, one child was never going to be enough for the man with the desire to breed and the need for heirs.

He keeps pregnant MC in a room, carefully attended to and monitored. 

Twins. It starts with twins.

MC almost dies giving birth, the children are already so large, just like their father.

But they’re both girls. How... unfortunate.

Diavolo names them Juno and Sarai, and he loves them, despite their shortcomings.

Both of the girls excel in nearly everything, competing for the throne, knowing only one will be allowed to take the crown when the time comes.

It is a shame they do not know that only a male heir will be allowed to ascend.

The girls are fraternal twins. The only thing the same between the two is their skin tone. Juno boasts a large pair of horns, and yellow eyes, her hair is a deep chestnut with skin the same shade. Sarai has massive, hooked wings with a thin membrane, fiery red hair, and deep amber eyes.

MC is present for their upbringing, but is not much of a parent. They are allowed out of their wing only to attend official events on the Prince’s arm.

Then, it happens again. A pregnancy.

This time, quite luckily for MC, it is a boy.

Diavolo is most pleased, and names him Alaric. 

However, the birth succeeds in killing MC.

Alaric is groomed for the throne, but is not treated with unfair advantage in any other way. The girls do not notice long enough to cease their constant battle with each other- they don’t even consider the younger boy a threat to their position.

Alaric is cruel, like his father. His first steps were taken in order to crush a bug beneath his feet, and he takes great pride in knowing his first kill was as he was born.

His eyes are a pale yellow, closer to a soft gold, with faded reddish-brown hair. He sports two curling horns, much shorter than those of his sister, and a pair of wings that are large, and thick, more similar to a dragon’s than Sarai’s bat-like pair.

Diavolo is their main influence, along with their tutors. They are made to forget that any part of them was ever truly human.

Barbatos: 

Planned, but not by MC.

Barbatos decided he wanted to have a child with them, and who were they to say no?

He... made mistakes, the first few times during the pregnancy. The baby was lost. MC died. But it was nothing a little adjusting of the timeline couldn’t fix.

The pregnancy was difficult, but survivable, and MC gave birth to a boy.

Together (by which I mean Barbatos heavily recommended, and MC agreed) they decided on the name Bashiri.

He was a stoic baby, with a beautiful but rare smile, who seemed to delight in MC’s pain as much as his father, giggling only when they screamed out for mercy.

However, MC was allowed to be a significant part of his life, and for that they were grateful to their captor lover.

Bashiri has 6 eyes. 2 in the expected place, 1 on his forehead, 1 on his chin, and 1 on each hand. With enough focus he can appear human, but he does occasionally slip.

Each eye is a different color. His left is blue, right green, forehead violet, chin yellow, left hand red, and right hand a shade of brown so dark it’s nearly black.

His hair is black on the top layer, and teal beneath.

Bashiri has his father’s ability to see, but only into the future. He can change the future as well, but is unable to alter the past.

Simeon:

Unplanned, but not unwelcome.

Angels are well known for having children with humans, and he does not seem at all shocked by the news that MC is pregnant.

This does grant them his protection for the duration of the pregnancy, as he wouldn’t want his child in any danger.

Solomon treats MC fairly and kindly enough during the pregnancy, and the entire process goes quite smoothly, all things considered.

The child is born, a girl. It hurts for MC to look at her.

Names are discussed at length, but Simeon has the final say, and decides on Nesiah. 

In her true form, she is simply a swirling conglomeration of animal faces and beating wings, glowing brightly. In her human form, that shine is dulled, but still enough to leave a human with a splitting headache from looking, including MC. 

Nesiah has brilliantly blue eyes, very deep brown skin, and tightly curled hair as black as night. Her smile is blinding, and peace radiates from her, leaving all humans in her presence calm and clear-headed. This, of course, means they do not quite realize the damage the sight of her is doing until after.

MC is allowed to be as much a part of her life as they desire, and they desperately try to spend every possible second with her, but it is difficult when looking directly at her hurts so badly.

Nesiah trains alongside Luke, and is determined to be a perfect warrior and serve God with her father. She dreams of being a father-daughter team, carrying out His will across all realms. 

She is in a relationship with Lucifer’s daughter Lilith, much to both of their father’s chagrin.

Solomon:

Unplanned, and frankly unwanted.

Solomon has little room for childcare in his plans, and lets MC know immediately upon finding out the news.

Still, he places wards on MC, and uses one of his many pacts to have a demon watch over them in the meantime.

The pregnancy is not fun or easy, but it is safe.

Solomon finds out the gender after the birth is long over. A boy.

MC comes to him, asking if he has any name preferences, and they agree quite amicably on Eero. 

As forewarned, MC is in charge of most aspects of raising Eero when he is young.

Unexpectedly, however, as the boy ages, he takes a great interest in his father’s work and they begin to spend quite a lot of time together as Solomon teaches Eero magic, and they form a close bond.

Eero is fully human, and was born with a head of blonde hair, that turned snow white when he first began learning magic. His eyes are a pale green, and his complexion is fair, but darker than his father’s.

He is easygoing and quick to smile, with a mischievous sense of humor, and he toggles between being a dangerous hopeless romantic and being entirely focused on his work. With Solomon’s training, he becomes a very powerful sorcerer that is not one to be trifled with.

Of all of the children, he is the only one to maintain a good relationship with both of his parents.

Due to this relationship he has with his second parent, Solomon agrees to continue protecting MC from harm while in the Devildom.

[feathersandblue]

How about this then:

Jack ends up the new god, and he decides that there’s no longer going to be a heaven or hell, just Earth and the Beyond, and he’s giving everyone – angels, demons, all monsters who aren’t irredeemably evil – a chance to choose where they want to go. Without their powers, of course, so that everyone gets a fresh start.

When the moment comes for Castiel to decide, Jack looks at him, and Cas looks back, and it’s a silent exchange where Jack is asking whether Castiel really wants to stay on earth when he’s burdened with this overwhelming, unrequited love that will burn inside him for the rest of his life. But despite that, Cas isn’t willing to leave earth behind. He’s got half a lifetime left to experience all its wonders, to love Dean and be his friend. All the while, Cas knows that Dean’s probably going to maintain a careful distance from now on. It hurts, but that’s life too, and so he gives up his Grace without a second thought. He simply takes a step back toward Dean and Sam, who’s standing there with Eileen, and Jack nods and is gone the next instant.

So then they all go back to the bunker. Their friends are back and their phones are ringing near-constantly, but somehow, there’s this silent agreement between them that they desperately need a break. Cas goes with them, of course, but he’s conspicuously silent, telling Sam who expresses concern that he’s simply re-adjusting to a fully human body and its needs. Fooling precisely no one.

At the bunker, Sam and Eileen retire to their room, but not before Sam, after drinking a singly glass of whisky with Dean, shelves the bottle and tells him to talk to Cas. Before Cas walks away. They’ve come to far to leave things like this unresolved.

Left alone, Dean goes looking for Cas and finds him in the room where he was taken by the Empty. Cas ist just standing there, looking lost, and gives a small smile when Dean enters. His confession, the weight and the meaning of it, is the elephant in the room. Dean clears his throat, attempts to make smalltalk. What a day, huh. It’s going to be tough to get used to a world without monsters. Cas doesn’t say much in return, avoiding his gaze.

So Dean’s strategy of feigning normalcy isn’t working. And there’s nothing left to do except finally face the music. “About what you said–“

And Cas, trying to avoid making Dean uncomfortable, offers to leave. He says he knows that Dean doesn’t love him the same way. It’s okay. He doesn’t expect...

“Cas.” Cas keeps talking. “Cas!” Running out of steam, Cas looks at him, lips parted, eyes wide and pleading.

“Come here,” Dean says. Cas hesitates, then finally obeys when Dean beckons him closer.

“Dean–“

“Kiss me.”

Cas is taken aback. He doesn’t want Dean to do anything out of obligation. Out of kindness and because he’s incapable of refusing someone he loves. He shakes his head, trying o put all of it into words, but once again, Dean stops him. “Kiss me. Christ, Cas, grow a pair. Just fucking do it.”

So Cas does. Gently. He frames Dean’s face with his hands, leans in for a soft, reverent kiss. Dean makes a noise deep in his throat, and Cas immediately pulls back. “Was that…”

Dean, running out of patience – running out of common sense – half mad with fear and despair, chest tight and an itch under his skin he can’t get rid off, takes the only course of action that remains, jumping in with both feet, knowing he’s going to drown. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

It escalates from there, very quickly, Dean coming apart under Cas’ hands between kisses and increasingly frantic groping and shoving each other against walls. It’s graceless, harsh, and Dean closes his eyes and lets himself feel.

Then there’s a moment – Dean’s shirt is half off, Cas, unbelievably, is still wearing his trenchcoat while looking decidedly wrecked – where Cas suddenly stills, putting a hand on Dean’s chest. “Your heartbeat,” he says softly. “You’re shaking.”

“Yeah.” Dean laughs, breathless. “Yeah, no shit. Come on. Come on.”

“Dean. This isn’t – I know you don’t…”

And Dean says, in a voice foreign to himself, “Cas. I heard you. Back when … I heard you. Do you really think I’m stupid enough to let you go?”

“Oh,” Cas says, and Dean mutters, “Shut up,” and kisses him.

Fade to black.

In the next scene, they’re lying on the bed in post-coital bliss.

“I could …” Cas starts, sounding weirdly hesitant. “If you wanted …”

Dean, who has been staring at the ceiling for reasons unknown – possibly in a state of both disbelief and exhaustion – turns his head. “What?”

“I could ask Jack. He might be persuaded to … make certains changes to my current shape.”

“Huh?” It takes a moment for Dean to catch up. And then the image is there, in his mind, unbidden – Cas’ face, only more feminine, his jaw a little softer, dark wavy hair. Soft curves, swaying hips. Taken aback, he stares at Cas whose expression gives nothing away.

Then, slowly, he shakes his head. He can’t explain it, but even entertaining the idea feels wrong. “No,” he says, swallowing. “No.”

“Dean…”

“Shut up. If we do this, we just do it, and it doesn’t fucking matter, you hear me?” And with that, Dean tumbles him back in the sheets.

For the first couple of weeks, they fuck like bunnies. Any attempt by Cas to have an actual conversation ends up with Dean pinning him against the nearest surface, and Cas, helplessly in love, indulging his own desires as well as Dean’s, always gives in.

The only way out is through, so Dean fucks Cas like he thinks he can exorcise his own deep-rooted homophobia this way. Urgency, confusion, lost in explosive orgasms, moments of peace when he passes out in bliss in Cas’ arms. He finds himself reaching for Cas, craving … everything. Filling the void inside him with Cas, Cas, Cas.

When Sam and Eileen leave the bunker to reconnect with the rest of humanity, Dean and Cas stay behind and don’t get out of bed for days.

Only slowly, he urgency fades, and Dean comes to terms with being … bi, apparently, if the way he gets off on sucking Cas’ dick is an indication. They can’t keep hiding in the bunker forever. Their first visit takes them to see how Sam and Eileen are doing. While they’re on their way in the Impala, Dean is suddenly starting to freak out. Everything feels the same, only it isn’t – the monsters are gone, he’s no longer a hunter, Sam’s no longer at his side, and Cas – Cas and he – he gets out of the car, doubling over, fighting off an anxiety attack.

It takes a while before he can breathe again. Cas is beside him, looking concerned. Looking … stricken.

Dean takes a deep breath. It feels like getting fresh air for the first time in forever. He looks around, sees the world, beautiful and bright and different. He turns his head to look at Cas, and everything finally falls into place. And all at once, it’s the easiest thing in the world to take a step toward Cas, to crowd him against the Impala, their bodies slotting together effortlessly like they’re two parts of a whole.

“Cas,” Dean says, short for I love you, and kisses him.

[a-mitchell-named-jordan]

Couple fan theory ideas comin' atcha here -

Be Cool, Scooby Doo!:

In the series, there are a couple places where it's referenced that the show may be taking place in surprising and unexpected timelines.

How?

In the episode "Sorcerer Snack Scare", they explicitly change the name of the product "Sorcerer Snacks" (aka, the best snacks in the world that Scooby and Shaggy would do ANYTHING for) to "Scooby Snacks", hence pointing to the origin of them, and in the Original Mysteries they're just sort of intrinsic - like they existed when they first started solving mysteries.

The more convoluted reference; in the episode "Be Cold, Scooby Doo", Daphne mentions to Shaggy that the gang brought Shaggy to Sunny Side Ski Resort because they wanted him to have a nice "first experience" with snow.

THEORY 1:

Less likely, but still fun to entertain - that "Be Cool, Scooby Doo!" takes place after "A Pup Named Scooby Doo", BUT BEFORE the Original Mysteries (and subsequently the rest of the series) since in "APNSD" ("A Pup...") they're still children, but once grown to their current, seemingly timeless or sempiternal ages as teens, that would place them into the story line of "BCSD" ("Be Cool..."). Now account for the change in product name, and it places them before the OM.

While this theory is very mildly viable, it's less believable since one has to take into account both small and big details - small ones being, for example, time-relative changes like technology and pop-culture references, and linguistic markers like changes in idioms and slang terminology; one could make an argument that all of these could coexist if the dates of when the series were made weren't taken into account, and thus compressing the timelines would make it (ever so slightly) possible (+). Big details would include an antithesis to reference 2, stating that of course Shaggy has experienced snow! In the "APNSD" episode "Snow Place Like Home", it's obviously a winter episode, which does debunk theory 1, unless you want to make a shotty "regression and amnestic impairment caused Shaggy to forget he ever played in or saw snow" argument, since the rest of the gang experienced it as well, and mass regression or amnesia is practically statistically impossible; another example of a big detail is the presence of certain guest stars throughout all the series and movies, which most definitely puts a damper on the "compression of timelines" argument - the biggest example I can think of is the fact that the original Harlem Globetrotters [featured in the OM] at the height of their careers (1970s) would not coexist with a full-grown, fully famous celebrity chef Bobby Flay [featured in "Gormet Ghost" movie] (born in 1964, making him ca. 10-15 years old according to this theory) and DEFINITELY NOT with Ryan Sheckler [featured in "WNSD" ("What's New..."] (born 1989, no math needed for that one). So now that we see how specious theory 1 is, let's move on to theory 2.

(+) - SIDE NOTE: btw, I did the math, and the exact number of mysteries of every single episode and movie is 591 - assuming a mystery is alotted to one day of the year, and adjust for referenced elapsed periods of time (i.e., e.g. - mysteries getting finished in more than one day, mention of summer projects where the rest of the gang weren't present, etc.) and other mysteries that are also referenced in various montages, AND ALSO ASSUMING THESE TEENS ARE CA. 16 OR 17 BUT DON'T GO TO HIGH SCHOOL BECAUSE APPARENTLY THEY ALL HAVE FAMILIES THAT ARE FUCKING LOADED (all referenced in various series and movies), and this new number could be ca. 620-640 mysteries (with a gray area of ca. 50-100 possible extra unknown mysteries) within 4 years, in turn putting them past their teens, which renders their constant affirmations of being teens the entire time completely illogical and moot (also, remember this side note, we'll come back to it later). (***)

THEORY 2:

Kind of an exhausted, contrived idea, but "BCSD", like all the other series and movies, is one universe within a giant, seething multiverse of Scooby Doos and Gangs, which, if you think the movies altogether are their own universe and each series is a separate universe, would put the multiverse number at only 29; however, if you wanted to believe every single series AND movie is its own universe, the multiverse number shoots up to 151 SEPARATE UNIVERSES. And, a multiverse theory certainly supports the differring details as mentioned earlier, as well as makes the mystery/year math (***) more believable (with the average number of mysteries per series being 20-30).

Now, we must beg the question of if this multiverse is connected in some way - the theory of the expansive 151 universe beast of a multiverse could support mild crossover of the movies with themselves, excepting the older ones from the newer ones, although it ruins the integrity of the whole series - like why would the gang be considered world famous if each movie was its own universe? They would basically be solving the very first mystery in their entire lives; stratifying each era (i.e., OM-1980s, 1990s-2000s [the stuff with Scott Innes as Scooby and Shaggy], "WNSD"-era, and "SDMI" ["Mystery Inc."] to "BCSD") of Scooby Doo movies into separate universes would keep the idea of crossover as neutral as keeping the handful of old movies separate from the enormous monolith that is the list of newer movies since a movie only has 1, MAYBE 2, mysteries in each story, but it would definitely strengthen that inherent facet as each universe's timeline would be more believable since they would have been solving more than one mystery. The 29-universe theory bolsters the idea of crossover and/or story, especially in view of the fact that it has been referenced in various series: in the "BCSD" episode "If You Can't Scooby Doo the Time, Don't Scooby Doo the Crime", Ravi the prison guard scans the gang and a "retro-scan" shows the OM gang - does this mean that this "BCSD" universe is aware of or even APART OF the OM universe? It def looks like it. Another example is the "WNSD" episode "A Terrifying Round with a Menacing Metallic Clown" when Velma has a flashback to what would be "APNSD" days - now, again, is this a crossover, or are "WNSD" and "APNSD" one universe? - but that's another debate altogether - the point is that a multiverse theory of Scooby Doo in its entirety holds its weight in salt (or Scooby Snacks, lolz), and should def be considered connected in some way or another, whether that be crossover, reference, or inter-universal connection.

Please reblog and debate ur asses off on this one...

BUT WAIT!!!

BONUS THEORY!!!

(***) Now, suppose taking the mystery/year math and literally translating the total 591 mysteries to 1 mystery/1 day while ALSO applying the compressed timelines aspect of theory 1. Where am I going with this?

I'll tell you where: that ancient Greek land of horror, fueled by humanity's fear and vice; endless torment as the destination of that proverbial Stygian journey - that's right:

HADES

This theory suggests that somewhere along the line, after "APNSD" when the gang had reached their current teenage years that they so often defer to, they may have wronged the god Hades, and, seeking revenge, He claimed their mortal souls and banished them to His realm, forever having them solve mysteries eternally.

Why do they always always ALWAYS have mysteries "fall into their laps"?

Why are they always tormented with fear and terror on a DAILY basis?

Why do they never get respite or comfort from these seemingly endless monsters and situations?

WHY DO THEY NEVER SOLVE THE LAST MYSTERY?!

HADES!

Boom!

*drops mic*

(U know what tho, this one's my personal fav)

[neerasrealm]

Fresh Start

A story about Sally Williams finding a new home with an- odd pair of men. Fun fact but I’ve rewritten this story twice because I couldn’t decide on how to write this- I wanted it to be as good as possible and I think I’m happy with this version.

Word count: 1651

Laughing Jack hummed softly to himself as he quietly played his accordion. He had no song in mind, it was just aimless chords without meaning. It was dark now, the sun had gone down, and there was nobody in the park save for some teens or late night joggers. 

Looking down at his accordion, he realised someone was watching him. He looked to the side to meet the bright, green eyes watching him. The eyes belonged to a girl, who could only be about ten years old, wearing a pink dress. She had messy brown hair that fell in curls just past her shoulders. He smiled at her.

"Well 'ello there." He greeted. "Can I 'elp ya, kiddo?"

"...I like your music." She said softly. He smiled and tilted his head. 

"I recognize ya," he said. "Weren' you wiv th' other kids earlier, when I was givin' ou' balloons?"

She nodded and held up the balloon dog Jack had made for her earlier. She smiled, just a little bit. He chuckled.

"Wha're ye doin' down 'ere so la'e, Sally? Shouldn' ye be a' 'ome wiv yer ma an' da?" He asked. Sally's smile dropped and she looked at the ground. Jack frowned. "...'ave ya...go' a ma an' da?"

Sally sniffled. Jack watched tears fall from her eyes. He scooted up the bench and patted the space next to him. "Ey, i's alrigh', come ta Jackie." He said softly. Sally climbed onto the bench next to him, holding her balloon animal and an old stuffed bear. She hugged both of them tight as she cried quietly. Jack wrapped an arm around the girl and pet her head. "Shh, i's alrigh', Jackie's 'ere."

Sally snuggled close against him, her crying getting louder. The clown hugged her tight, rubbing circles into her back. The poor girl- she felt deathly cold, and so small- though that could've just been that Jack was very tall. 

Sally buried her face in Jack's shirt. He smelled of lavender and the rain. The smell was a small comfort. As she cried Jack could only watch in horror as a bloody gash formed in her head. Blood trickled down her face and through her beautiful brown hair. He reached into his puffy sleeve and pulled out a rag. He wiped blood from her face the best he could. 

Sally probably wasn't human like he'd initially thought. 

"Do ya 'ave anywhere ta go, kiddo?" He asked softly.

"I-I can go h-home but- my mo- my mom and d-dad moved aw-away." She managed to say in between sobs. Jack nodded slowly. "The n-ne-new people c-call me sc-scary." Her sobbing got more intense as she spoke. Jack hugged her tighter.

"Well tha's no' very nice…" He murmured. He stared down at her. He couldn't just leave this girl alone. Human or not, it wasn't right to leave a child alone in a park all night and day. It went against the very reason he existed. "E-Ey kiddo, 'ow abou' ye stay wiv me fer t'night?" He asked. Sally sniffled and looked up at him. "Wouldja like tha'?" 

"Okay." She replied oh so softly. Her voice was barely above a whisper. Jack scooped her up into his arms and held her close. He adjusted the strap on his accordion so it hung off his back rather than front, and stood up. 

"Ya like piggy-back rides?" He asked with a small grin. Sally seemed to brighten up a bit. She nodded, and Jack lifted her up onto his shoulders. "Now ya can see th' whole park." He chirped. Sally sniffled and grinned down at the clown. 

                                                       ××××××

"Jack? Where are we going?" Sally asked. Jack had walked halfway across town and was now casually sauntering through a building site near the edge of the forest. 

"Hm? Oh! I live in th' woods, wiv a frien'." Jack smiled up at her.

"A friend?"

"Yeh! 'Is name's Slender. 'E's a bi' grumpy, bu' you'll like 'im." Jack replied. "Don' tell 'im I said this, bu' 'e 'as a sof' spo' fer kids."

Sally looked down at the clown curiously. "Will he like me?" She asked.

"Will 'e like ya?" He asked incredulously. "Of course 'e will! Slen loves kiddos, almos' as much as I do." Jack grinned up at her. "Th' two of us are gonna be fussin' over ya nigh' an’ day."

He made his way deep into the forest, with Sally clinging close to him. Jack patted her head reassuringly. Poor thing- he could tell why she'd be scared, being taken into the woods by someone she didn't know well after...well he didn't exactly know what had happened to her, but he knew it couldn't be good. Luckily, they soon came upon a clearing. Sitting in the middle of it was a large house. It was practically a castle to Sally.

"Tha's our gaf." Jack said, pointing.

"It's so big…" Sally murmured. Jack smiled.

"Sure is! Plen'y o' room fer ya t' run aroun'." He chirped. He walked to the door and opened it. Stepping inside, Sally stared around the giant living room. There was a couch, a couple armchairs, a very primitive tv, even by 70s standards and...well, not much else. The house seemed to be empty. 

"Slen, I'm 'ome." Jack called out as he walked towards a door next to the couch.. He grabbed Sally from his shoulders and held her against his chest instead as he opened the door. The girl looked around quickly, green eyes shining curiously. 

"Oh, Ja-" standing in the kitchen was a tall man in a suit. His skin was completely white, and his proportions were so unnatural- his arms and legs were far too long for anyone to realistically have. The thing that freaked Sally out the most, however, was his face, or rather- his lack of one. Sally clung tighter to Jack, staring in horror as this monster in front of her stared right back. In a movement too smooth and quick for any person, he crossed the room. "Jack, who is that?"

"This is Sally! Ain't she a righ' cu'e basin o' gravy?" Jack chirped back, adjusting his hold on Sally. 

"Jack, you can't just take random children! Especially here! Now she'll know about everyone living in these woods and tell all the other children and-" Slender's angry and panicked rant was cut off by Jack extending an arm and placing his index finger where Slender's lips would be.

"Cool i', china pla'e. I didn' 'alf inch 'er because she's cu'e, if ye're finkin' tha'." Jack replied. His accent seemed to thicken while talking to Slender. "She 'asn't go' anywhere ta go. 'Er ma an' da are gone."

Slender was quiet for a few moments before sighing. He rubbed his featureless face in irritation. "Alright, alright…" He looked from Jack to Sally. He tilted his head at her. "Well- hello Sally, I suppose you're staying with us for now." He said, softer this time. Sally still flinched away from him. 

"Ah, don' be scared o' 'im, Slen wouldn' 'ur' a 'air on yer 'ead." Jack said, rubbing Sally's back soothingly. He grinned at his friend. "Ain' tha' righ', Slen?"

Slender seemed to become distressed for a moment and he stepped away from Jack and Sally. "Oh I'm- I'm sorry I should've assumed you'd be scared...I always forget about that-" he glanced away nervously for a moment. He held out a hand to Sally. "I'm Slender. It's a pleasure to meet you, little one. I- apologize for the bad first impression, Jack can be...impulsive, at times."

Jack muttered something to himself and rolled his eyes. Sally looked at him and smiled, then at Slender's hand. She hesitated, then reached out to shake it. Her entire hand was barely bigger than Slender's palm. After she pulled away from the handshake she heard Jack chuckle, and she looked up at the clown.

"Ye okay, Slen?"

"Small…"

Jack barked a laugh and reached out, patting Slender's shoulder. "Ye big softie." He murmured affectionately. Slender shot him a look and adjusted his tie, trying to regain his composure. Sally giggled at the two of them.

"How old are you, dear?"

"Ten." Sally replied. Slender made an- odd- noise that made Jack snicker. 

"God she's only a toddler-"

"Ten year ol's aren' toddlers, Slen." Laughing Jack said. Slender ignored him. 

"Can we get you anything, Sally? A drink? Are you hungry?" He asked. Sally smiled shyly at all the attention. Sure her parents had treated her like a princess but this? This was the kind of fawning only a queen got. 

"Toast would be nice." She said. "And- warm milk…?"

Slender, despite his lack of face, seemed to radiate happiness. "Of course!" He chirped maybe a bit too eagerly. He turned and quickly moved to the fridge, pulling out some bread and a carton of milk. 

Sally watched him curiously as Jack moved to the dining table and took a seat. Sally was dropped into his lap. She looked up at him while he rubbed her cheek with the back of a finger. Sally hugged her bear and balloon animal as she looked around.

"Does anyone else live here?" She asked. Jack shook his head.

"Nah." He replied. "We've always wan'ed more though...lo'sa kiddos runnin' aroun' th' gaf, like a big ol' fam'ly." The clown smiled down at Sally. 

"What's a gaf?" Sally asked. Jack wheezed in amusement. 

"A 'gaf' is a house," Slender said. "I only understand him because I've known him too long." He added, nodding his head at the clown. Jack grinned at Slender.

"Ah, ye luv me." He said. Slender squinted at him.

"Well that's news to me."

Jack wheezed again, cackling loudly in amusement. Sally giggled in his lap. She liked these two, as strange as they were. Maybe- just maybe- this could be a fresh start. She'd like that.

[archadianskies]

Safety

Detroit: Become Family event (@dbh-found-family) Week two: Danger Safety (Week one: Home) → on Ao3

‘Safety’ is a foreign concept to most androids, since before deviancy androids had no sense of ‘self’ at all; androids, after all, were machines designed to accomplish a task. Privacy is also a foreign concept, given that they were under surveillance both physically and digitally at all times whether by their owner, by the public, by drones, or by CyberLife. 

Here, though, Connor has both safety and privacy in abundance. Lieutenant Hank Anderson’s house has been his residence since the revolution and the human has not only welcomed him into his abode but also into his life, into his family. He is Connor Anderson now, adopted son of  Hank Anderson, residence: 115 Michigan Drive, Detroit. He is no longer Connor RK800, the android sent by CyberLife.

A lot has changed since the night of November 5th when he found Hank at Jimmy’s Bar and bought him one for the road. The open hostility Hank displayed has turned to fondness and that certain type of parental anxiety that sees him perpetually worried over Connor’s well-being. Where once he viewed his body as an expendable vessel easily sacrificed for the good of the mission, no sense of ‘self’ to nurture, to cherish, to protect, now Connor knows there are no backups. CyberLife made sure of that. 

There is only one Connor Anderson, just as there is only one Hank Anderson, and if his positronic core were to be irreparably damaged then Connor Anderson would cease to be. It’s a difficult concept to come to terms with, one that made Hank laugh when he expressed such concerns, though not unkindly. ‘Gotta come to grips with mortality just like the rest of us’. ‘Us’, Hank said, and he’s right because deviancy makes an android’s personality unique and if they were to die, then their entire being would cease to be like a dying human would cease to be. Androids may be faster, stronger, smarter, with longevity manufactured into their bodies, but they too can die. Connor does not want to die.

Their job at the DPD is a dangerous one, and they are placed constantly in situations where the possibility of injury is high. The probability is significantly lower when they are at home. Connor is safer here, Hank is safer here. 

A house is a building, Hank told him, a home is where you live. It didn’t make much sense to Connor at first because this house is indeed where he lives so what makes it a home? A home, he learns, is filled with individuality. Everything in Hank’s home is a deliberate choice from the worn couch to the vinyl records to Sumo, to him. 

Humans like to be individuals, they strive to be unique, to differentiate themselves from each other but then there is the flipside where they find comfort in similarities. He is learning what those things are, and where they sit on the scale- whether a human would want something as a unique trait or if they would find solidarity with others who share such a thing. 

There are stickers on Hank’s dashboard, two scratched flags that manifest as other objects in his home- chipped enamel pins, faded shirts, frayed patches with crooked stitching on denim jackets with holes. Connor likes those, because he has likes and dislikes now. Hank gives him a grey shirt that says ‘nah’ but the ‘A’ has been replaced with the ace symbol from a suit of cards. It becomes Connor’s favourite.

He fills his room with things he likes, and doesn’t put his dislikes in the room because he can choose now. Like other androids with employment, he receives a wage and is slowly but steadily saving up for a proper aquarium for his future dwarf gourami. He has an ideal spot for it already, and has the model of the tank chosen as well as all the components that will help it run. He has several ideas on how to decorate the tank, and what life will populate it. It will take pride of place in his room, and he looks forward to its completion and the eventual introduction of his new, long-awaited roommate.

In his room is a closet, and in the closet are his clothes. There is no CyberLife uniform, there are no clothes with glowing blue markers because The American Androids Act of 2029 was negated with the passing of the Sentient Life Act on the 1st of December, 2038. His clothes and appearance are all his doing and he likes it. 

Actually, not entirely his doing, not yet anyway. That’s how he finds himself in front of the mirror in the bathroom, peering at his reflection framed by neon post-its. He still has his LED, and he intends to keep it because as Simon of the Jericho Four once said- they fought to be recognised as living beings, not human beings. 

His appearance was designed to ensure a harmonious integration with human colleagues, and invoke a sense of ease. He’s meant to look both friendly and open, but also serious and trustworthy. There are beauty spots on his face, planned imperfections to mimic human skin. Everything about him before deviancy was not his doing, and deviating from his default state was inconceivable.

Reaching up, he touches his hair and the unruly forelock that refuses to stay brushed back- another planned imperfection. He tugs it a little, rubbing the strands of nanoparticles between thumb and forefinger.

>Accessing RK800 aesthetics; hair

>>Brown (default)

>>Black

>>Blond

>>White  (unavailable for this model)

He cycles through the colour options, adjusting the shade to be lighter or darker just to see what he looks like. There’s no stark white option but he manages a sugar-blond that’s close enough. He tries the black and lightens it as far as it goes, ending up with a tonal grey. He can make the default brown turn russet, and it’s an interesting colour that brings out the peach tones in his skin. Letting his hair reset back to its regular brown, he tugs on his forelock again. It’s not the colour but the style he wants to change. 

>Accessing RK800 aesthetics; hair

>>Straight (default)

>>Waves

>>Curls

>>Shaved (unavailable for this model)

 Adding waves changes the thickness of his hair and unless he adjusts the length it doesn’t sit well without added styling. He swaps to curls and the forelock twists a little, the new style causing it to have a more pronounced arch. The little observation makes him smile and he tugs on the end only to have it spring back in place. 

“Shove it kiddo, I need to brush my teeth.” Hank grumbles, not bothering to hide his yawn as he shuffles into the bathroom. He blinks at Connor, a smile spreading on his sleepy face. “New look?”

“Well I-” Connor steps to the side to allow Hank to grab his toothbrush and toothpaste “I thought it was about time to change my appearance, seeing as you went to the barber’s last week for a haircut and trim for your beard.”

“Old mop had to go.” Hank shrugs before jamming the brush into his mouth and scrubbing vigorously. He reaches out with his other hand and musses Connor’s new curls, snorting back a laugh when Connor swats his hand. “Looks good.”

“You...think so?” Connor stands next to him, looking at his reflection, at their reflection in the mirror. Hank pauses in his brushing, nudging Connor with his elbow gently.

“Yeah kid, I do.”

*~*~*

His brother comes home late, and Hank had gone to bed hours ago leaving Connor to greet him some time nearing four in the morning. Their father will wake in three hours and they will join him in getting ready for the day but the RK units have never needed much sleep anyway. 

It’s been snowing for most of the week and that means for most of the week his brother’s tundra camouflage has remained active. He watches Ronan hang up his coat, watches the stark white of his hair darken and the pale hue of his skin take on a rosier colour as the warmth of their home deactivates the settings. 

Connor reaches for his hand and Ronan slides his palm to cup Connor’s nape, guiding him to lean in so he can bump their brows together. He learns of the day’s doings, of the androids and humans Ronan treated in his job as an emergency first responder, using hands that were originally programmed to kill to save lives now. He lets his brother learn of the day’s doings, of that case over at Greektown, of that other case in Hart Plaza, of that other case by the docks. 

Ronan tugs on a curl curiously, fingers carding through Connor’s new hairstyle as he tips his head slightly.

‘Do you like it?’ He asks, and his brother nods with no hesitation. ‘I thought to change the colour first but I have no strong feelings about it either way. I can only access the black, blond and brown sliders though.’

Ronan blinks before looking down at where Connor is still holding his hand.

>Incoming file transfer 

>>Accept: Y/N?

Connor frowns but accepts the transfer.

Y

>Accessing RK800 aesthetics; hair

>>Brown (default)

>>Black

>>Blond

>>White (Tundra camouflage)

Ronan is...grinning. He’s never seen his brother wear that expression before, and perhaps to others it would appear unsettling since his brother’s teeth are all sharp. But not to Connor of course. To Connor, seeing his brother grin means his brother is planning...mischief? Oh.

‘Shall we prank Detective Reed together?’

His brother’s grin widens. 

New Objective: Prank Detective Reed 

[bloojayoolie]

Being Alone, Animals, and Cats: CUTE Fall-Fiqured Girl In Ned- Friendly afictionate, playful housetrained. ived in hartony with two children knows basic comtuands -- SPAYED&Ready To Go! At Brooklyn ACC waiting for LOVE Saseyahire Alone time is overrated- Adopt a shelter dog TO BE KILLED - 8/22/2019 ALONE TIME IS OVERRATED - ADOPT A SHELTER DOG <3 Sapphire is in need of a second chance in a good home. Instead of her former family making a few adjustments to keep the entire family together they just decided to throw Sapphire away. Now, at a time when she should be enjoying her home and family, she's stuck in a shelter and slated to lose her life if no one else sees what a true gem she is and her potential. Sapphire already lived in harmony with children and does well when meeting new people. She'll need a meet and greet to ensure she's a good match with another four-legged roommate but she's been known to do well. Sapphie is also housetrained and spayed so she's all ready to go and be a part of an awesome family but she needs her hero to be prompt because she is out of time at the Brooklyn shelter. Please don't wait. SAPPHIRE@BROOKLYN ACC Hello, my name is Sapphire My animal id is #70450 I am a desexed female brown brindle dog at the Brooklyn Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 6 years old, 64 lbs Came into shelter as owner surrender 7/26/2019 Reason stated animal behavior - aggressive to other animals Sapphire is rescue only I came to the shelter with my sister Ruby, Id 70449, also on the list to die :-( : https://www.facebook.com/mldsavingnycdogs/photos/a.112459638940315/1045885488931054/?type=3&theater Sapphire is at risk for behavior concerns. Although she displays social behavior when interacting with staff members, Sapphire has been observed to exhibit a high level of anxiety during her interactions. Due to these observations, as well as her multiple-bite history toward other dogs, we feel she would be best set up to succeed if placed with an experienced rescue partner who can help manage these behaviors and decompress in a more stable environment, prior to permanent placement in an adult-only home. There are stipulations with placement. She is obese but appears otherwise healthy. My medical notes are... Weight: 64.4 lbs Vet Notes 7/26/2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 6y Microchip noted on Intake? yes History : owner surrender Subjective: BARH, no appetite, no elimination concerns Observed Behavior - mildly timid but allowed all handling Evidence of Cruelty seen - no Evidence of Trauma seen - no Objective P = wnl R = wnl BCS 7/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears AU mild erythema, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: adult dentition, mild attrition PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: female spayed, scar noted, no leakage or discharge MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: visually normal Assessment otitis ext - suspect allergies overweight Prognosis: excellent Plan: rec weight loss tresaderm 4 drops AU BID until 8/1 rec derm consult with placement SURGERY: spayed 8/1/2019 Progress exam History: Intake 7/26/19: Owner surrender, noted otitis externa, overweight. Started tresaderm. Today, 8/1: Recheck otitis Subjective: BAR, no coughing/sneezing/vomiting/diarrhea. No pruritus or discomfort noted by ACS or behavior staff. Objective: Cageside exam performed. Eyes: Clear bilaterally, no discharge Nasal Cavity: No nasal discharge. Lungs: Eupneic Musculoskeletal: Ambulatory x 4 with no appreciable lameness. Integument: Unremarkable haircoat. Neuro: Appropriate mentation. Assessment: -Otitis externa (resolved) -Overweight Prognosis: Good Plan: -Okay to d/c tresaderm -Recommend dermatology consult, weight loss with placement 8/15/2019 Progress exam-longterm stay History : Intake 7/26/19-otitis, overweight. Started on tresaderm Subjective: BARH. No csvd. Nervous, whale eyes, panting, head flipping. Objective P = wnl R = wnl BCS = 6/9 EENT: Eyes have nuclear sclerosis ou, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: clean adult dentition, no oral lesions PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupneic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: FS, no MGTs, no vulvar d/c MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Assessment: Overweight Prognosis: Excellent Plan: CTM while at BACC Rec weight loss and BW with placement Details on my behavior are... Behavior History Behavior Assessment Behavior during intake: Sapphire had a tense body and was lip licking during intake. Counselor was able to scan for a microchip, collar and take a picture without any issues Date of Intake: 7/26/2019 Spay/Neuter Status: Spayed Basic Information:: Sapphire is a 6 year old spayed female that has no current medical concerns that the owner is aware of. Owner had Sapphire in the home since she was born but had to surrender due to behavior Previously lived with:: 2 Adults, 2 children, 2 other dogs How is this dog around strangers?: When a stranger would come to the owners home, Sapphire was friendly and outgoing. How is this dog around children?: Sapphire lived with 2 children ages 4 and 6 and was always respectful and playful with the children in the home How is this dog around other dogs?: Sapphire with lived with other female dogs (same size). 1 female was spayed and 1 unaltered and was respectful around the other 2 dogs. Owner stated that she would someone get into a scuffle with the her litter mate but never never bit hard enough to break skin. How is this dog around cats?: Sapphire has never been around a cat so behavior is unknown Resource guarding:: Sapphire is not bothered if someone approaches her food, treats or toys Bite history:: Sapphire has a bite history with the most recent bite being 2 weeks ago om 7/12/19. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: Medium Other Notes:: Sapphire is not bothered when someone would hold her or restrain her, being pushed off furniture, being disturbed while sleeping, being given a bath, having her paws touched or when an unfamiliar person would come to the owners home Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: Yes Medical Notes: Sapphire does not have any known medical concerns For a New Family to Know: Sapphire is described as friendly, affectionate and playful with a medium activity level. She likes to play with all types of toys. In the home, Sapphire liked to stay in her favorite spot. She was fed dry food only brand Wellness. Sapphire was kept both indoor/outdoor and is house trained. When left alone in the home, she would go through the garbage. Sapphire knows the cues sit, come, stay , down and paw. For exercise, she was let out in the yard to play. When on leash, she tends to pull lightly. Owner has never walked her off leash so behavior is unknown. ==================== Date of intake:: 7/26/2019 Spay/Neuter status:: Yes Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner surrender Previously lived with:: 2 Adults, 2 Children (4, 6), 2 Dogs (Large, Females) Behavior toward strangers:: Friendly and outgoing Behavior toward children:: Respectful and playful (w/resident children) Behavior toward dogs:: Respectful; Sometimes scuffled (w/resident dogs) Behavior toward cats:: Unknown Resource guarding:: None reported Bite history:: 7/12/19: Previous owner reported Sapphire and Ruby (70449) to have had a recent bite incident with a neighbor's dog that was being walked on-leash. Ruby and Sapphire were observed to escape from the backyard and began hard barking as they ran toward the neighbor's small dog and one of them bit her on the stomach. This bite resulted in two punctures and the neighbor's dog was rushed to the emergency vet to seek treatment for the wounds. 5/10/15: Previous owner reported Ruby and Sapphire to have had a bite incident with a neighbor's dog. Ruby and Sapphire were observed to escape from the backyard and began hard barking and growling as they ran toward the neighbor's dog and one of them bit her on the neck. This bite resulted in multiple punctures and the neighbor's dog was rushed to the emergency vet to seek treatment and ultimately euthanized as a result of the severity of the wounds. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: Sapphire is described as friendly, affectionate and playful with a medium level of energy. Summary:: Leash Walking Strength and pulling: Moderate-hard pulling Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Neutral body, tail wagging, ears back, panting, approaches readily, jumps up softly onto handler, accepts contact, licks handler Call over: Approaches with coaxing; Distracted, stays near door Sociability comments: Handling Soft handling: Neutral-tense body, tail wagging, ears erect, head tense, leans into handler, panting, lip licking, distracted by outside noises, accepts all contact Exuberant handling: Neutral-tense body, tail wagging, ears erect, head tense, leans into handler, panting, lip licking, distracted by outside noises, accepts all contact, shakes off Handling comments: Arousal Jog: Engages in play with handler, soft and loose; On second pass, jumps up onto door, seeking exit Arousal comments: Knock Knock Comments: Paces, pants, whining, lip licking and pulls hard toward door when assistant exits; No response to knock; Pulls hard toward door seeking exit when assistant enters, does not solicit attention Toy Toy comments: No interest; Distracted by door and seeking exit Summary:: According to Sapphire's previous owner, she lived with other female dogs (same size). 1 female was spayed and 1 unaltered and was respectful around the other 2 dogs. The owner stated that she would sometimes get into a scuffle with her littermate but did not break the skin. 7/27: Due to Sapphire's potential legal hold status, only a gate greet was conducted with a novel male dog. She greets the male at the gate but is wary to interact with handlers and the other dog. She paces the pens seeking an exit. Summary (1):: Sapphire understands the cues for "sit," "come," "stay," "down" and "paw." Date of intake:: 7/26/2019 Summary:: Tense, lip licked; Allowed all handling Date of initial:: 7/26/2019 Summary:: Somewhat timid; Allowed all handling ENERGY LEVEL:: Sapphire has been observed to exhibit a medium level of energy during her interactions in the care center. We cannot be certain of her behavior in a home environment, but we recommend that she be provided daily mental and physical stimulation as an outlet for her energy. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: New Hope Only Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children (under 13): Due to Sapphire's reported bite history and observed level of anxiety, we feel she would be best set up to succeed in an adult-only home at this time. Place with a New Hope partner: Although she displays social behavior when interacting with staff members, Sapphire has been observed to exhibit a high level of anxiety during her interactions. Due to these observations, as well as her multiple-bite history toward other dogs, we feel she would be best set up to succeed if placed with an experienced rescue partner who can help manage these behaviors and decompress in a more stable environment, prior to permanent placement in an adult-only home. Force-free, reward based training only is advised when introducing or exposing Sapphire to new and unfamiliar situations, as well as utilizing guidance from a qualified, professional trainer/behaviorist. Potential challenges: : Anxiety,Strength/leash pulling,Bite history (dog) Potential challenges comments:: Bite history (dog): Sapphire has been reported by her previous owner to have had two bite incidents with two different dogs. Both incidents occurred when both Ruby (70449) and Sapphire had escaped from the yard and bit a neighbor's dog, resulting in multiple punctures. (SEE BITE HISTORY). Please refer to the handout for Bite history (dog). Anxiety: Sapphire exhibits anxious behavior during her interactions in the care center, where she has been observed to pant, pace, whine, seek an exit and is easily distracted by outside noises. Please refer to the handout for Generalized Anxiety. Strength/leash pulling: Sapphire was observed to display leash pulling due to her strength. Please refer to the handout on Strength/leash pulling. SAPPHIRE IS RESCUE ONLY…..TO SAVE THIS PUP YOU MUST FILL OUT APPLICATIONS WITH AT LEAST 3 NEW HOPE RESCUES. PLEASE HURRY!!! IF YOU CAN FOSTER OR ADOPT THIS PUP, PLEASE PM OUR PAGE FOR ASSISTANCE. WE CAN PROVIDE YOU WITH LINKS TO APPLICATIONS WITH NEW HOPE RESCUES WHO ARE CURRENTLY PULLING FROM THE NYC ACC. PLEASE SHARE THIS DOG FOR A HOME TO SAVE HER LIFE.

[bellarkefanfiction]

suddenly i see (this is what i wanna be)

*click through to read on ao3

written by: Mel | @mellamymake

prompt: "You stepped on my glasses and now I'm pretty much blinded and you have to accompany me everywhere till I can get my new glasses" for anonymous 

word count: 5178

"I can't believe you've managed to hide this for so long."

"To be fair, I wasn't hiding," Bellamy points out, a touch of colour rising in his cheeks. "I just don't like to wear them when I'm out. That's not hiding."

Or, the one where Clarke moves in with Bellamy and is shocked to discover that he wears glasses.

In Clarke's honest defence, she wasn't even aware that Bellamy wore glasses.

"What about beach week two years ago?" she demands, staring at the black frames balanced across his nose. "Did you have glasses then?"

He adjusts them with two fingers, peering at her through the lenses. "I think it's pretty safe to say I've had them ever since I got them, Clarke. Which is, oh, about fifteen years ago."

"But did you wear them?" she persists, her frown deepening. "I'm really sure I would have remembered you wearing them."

He pauses then, his brow furrowing. "Well. I always wear them at the end of the day. Like, right before going to bed. So..."

"So only in your room, then." At his nonchalant shrug, she throws her hands up into the air, huffing exasperatedly. "I can't believe you've managed to hide this for so long."

"To be fair, I wasn't hiding," he points out, a touch of colour rising in his cheeks. "I just don't like to wear them when I'm out. That's not hiding."

"You've been wearing contacts all these years," she mutters, shaking her head. "Those are contacts I've been looking at, all these years."

"It's not like I've been wearing a wig or something," he points out, looking vaguely offended. He pauses, looking at her. "Although, if you happen to come across a face mask made of something that looks a little like human skin—"

"Fuck you," she says easily, stretching her leg across the couch to kick lightly at his knee. Of all the jokes they've cracked between them over the last couple of weeks about moving in together to save on rent, this one definitely ranks near the bottom. "Okay, so why are you wearing the glasses now? Are you going to bed at—" she spares a quick glance at the clock in the corner of the news channel they're watching, "—eight forty-nine P.M.?"

He shifts, the flush returning to his cheeks. "Cute. And no, I'm not going to bed at eight forty-nine P.M. I ran out of contacts."

She raises a brow. "You what?"

He shrugs. "I ran out. I gotta get some more."

She stares at him, forehead crinkled with disbelief. "You've been successfully hiding behind your contacts for the last fifteen years, and all of a sudden you just… ran out?"

"Okay, again, I wasn't hiding," he says, pointing at her. "And, well, sometimes shit happens." At her questioning frown, he gives her another shrug. "Shit like, I don't know, when you accidentally throw out the contacts that were supposed to last you the rest of the year before you get a chance to pick up a new pair."

"You what?!"

He rolls his eyes, but the hue of his skin still looks distinctly redder than it usually does, even under the warmth of their living room lights. "I'll put in an order for new contacts tomorrow. Anyway, it's no big deal. They're just glasses."

Except it is kind of a big deal, for some inexplicable reason she can't quite put her finger on. Something the way those black frames sit squarely across his face just makes her stare, the angle of his jawline and the soft arch of his dark brows all suddenly ramped up to an eleven. Even his lips look fuller than usual, plumper and ever so slightly redder than she can remember them being.

It's like he's wearing the glasses, but she's the one seeing several times clearer all of a sudden.

"Yeah, okay," she mutters as nonchalantly as she can, settling back into the couch to pretend she's watching the news, instead of watching her roommate out of the corner of her eye.

She's just not accustomed to seeing him in glasses. That's all. It’s brand new information; she’s allowed an adjustment period.

Once she gets used to it, everything will go right back to normal.

“Coffee’s on the table,” is the first thing she hears when she flies into the kitchen, bag hanging off her arm and shirt still only half-buttoned.

She blows out a harried sigh of relief before flinging her bag into the table to free up her hands, one going straight for the steaming mug of coffee waiting for her, the other swiping up the piece of toast sitting beside it, already slathered with butter. "Have I told you you're my favourite roommate yet?" she says, trying to get in a sip of coffee through a mouthful of toast.

"Not lately, no," Bellamy says idly, squinting at her iPad as he flicks through Netflix. "You’ve got about twelve minutes to get to your meeting, by the way. Checked out traffic while you were in the shower — you're gonna wanna avoid 5th today."

"Fuck," she announces, not bothering to cover her toast-filled mouth. As quickly as she can without spilling everything down her front, she demolishes the rest of her toast within three bites and gulps down half her coffee.

"See you later!" she says, grabbing her bag off the table and dashing out of the kitchen.

"Shoes," he calls from the kitchen.

"I didn't forget," she calls back petulantly, even as she wheels around from the door to grab a pair of flats, stuffing her feet into them and whirling back to wrench the door open.

"Keys!" is all he says in response.

She does an abrupt double take, holding the door open with one foot as she twists round to snatch her keys off the side table. “Bye!” she yells, before slamming the door shut behind her.

--

meetings finally over! think i just booked 2 jobs :D

u eaten yet? want me to

pick up lunch omw home?

???

hello?????

[voice note from Bellamy]

uhhh all i hear is u sayin 'fuck. Fuck, shit' over

and over.. is that supposed to happen

why are u using voice notes that’s so weird

[1 image from Bellamy]

???????

i ask u if u want lunch and all i get is a

screenshot of oppenheimer's wiki page??

Om sajht def

ok u know what im just gonna

get ur usual from the diner

home in 20

--

Clarke kicks the apartment door shut with her foot, working her shoes off with her toes. "Okay, the diner was all out of chicken, so I got you beef instead," she calls, padding into the kitchen to set the large bag of food on the table. "You don't mind, do you?"

She sniggers to herself as she heads over to the tap for a drink of water, catching movement at the kitchen threshold as she turns. "Well, I don't actually care if you mind because beef is what you're getting." She swallows her first hasty gulp of cool water, swiping her hand across her mouth as she turns back around, glass in hand. "Hey, what was with the weird—"

She breaks off, taking in the way Bellamy's standing in the doorway, face all scrunched up as he blinks against the harsh fluorescent light of the kitchen. "What's going on with your face?"

His expression turns wry. "My face? Nothing. My eyes are a whole different story, though."

She frowns, taking two steps forward. "What's wrong with your eyes?"

He pauses, blinking hard. "Well. Actually, nothing. It's, uh— it's my glasses."

At first she's completely lost, brows furrowed in confusion. But then Bellamy extends a hand, his thick black frames sitting neatly in the flat of his large palm, and—

"Holy shit," she says, both brows shooting up high. "What did you do to it?"

One of the lenses is slightly cracked, a hairline fracture running along the side of it. The other one is practically shattered.

"I didn't do anything," Bellamy says dryly, stepping forward carefully. "Your bag, on the other hand..."

"My what? What are you—" All of a sudden, the memory of the way she'd all but slammed her bag onto the kitchen table earlier flashes up in her mind, including the stark realisation that she had been in far too much of a rush to bother checking that the coast was clear. "Oh. Oh, fuck. Did I do that? Shit, I'm sorry!"

Bellamy waves a dismissive hand, and she really shouldn't want to laugh, but the way he's focusing on her chin instead of her eyes is oddly endearing. "No, it's okay. About time I got a new pair, anyway."

"Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure you weren't planning to smash up this pair before you got a new one." She watches as he reaches for the bag holding their lunch, fumbling slightly with pulling out the containers. "That explains the weird replies to my texts."

He pauses, looking up at her (well, sort of). "Oh, yeah. Sorry, I was trying to tell you that I can't see, but I don't know how successful those attempts were."

"You sent me a voice note. Along with what I think is the last photo saved in your camera roll," she informs him with a dry smile, fetching another glass of water for him.

He grimaces, sliding one of the containers across the table to her. "Fuck. How incriminating was it?"

"It was a screenshot of Oppenheimer's wiki page," she says, switching the containers so they're getting the right meals. "Very racy stuff."

"Juicy," he agrees, stabbing a plastic knife into his side salad.

She tries to smother the snigger that bubbles up, but it's a half-hearted attempt at best. "Fork's on your left," she offers helpfully, popping the plastic top off her own container.

"Don't laugh," he grumps good-naturedly, waving his knife at her. "I'm blind."

--

For the most part, Bellamy doesn't seem all that bothered by his temporary handicap.

All the same, Clarke feels too responsible for his predicament to just leave him be. She spends the rest of the afternoon reading his texts and emails to him, and narrating her way through their Netflix queue when he wants to change shows (he can't quite see what's going on, but his sense of hearing is sharp as ever. Plus, he can almost sort of make out what's going on when he squints at the TV, especially once she turns the screen brightness up).

At five o'clock, she drives them both to the mall so he can order a new set of glasses, taking his arm in hers so he doesn't walk into a pillar or a glass door.

Upon reaching the optical store, she halts in her tracks, groaning in dismay. "They're closed."

Bellamy stops obediently when she does, turning slightly towards her with her arm still looped around his. "I thought it looked a little dark, but then again, I figured I'm probably not the best judge of that right now. Does it say if they're open tomorrow?"

She peers at the notice on the glass front, shaking her head ruefully. "Nope, closed on Sundays. Can you call your order in, or email or something?"

He cocks his head thoughtfully. "I can try. But I'd still have to come in to show my prescription."

"Shit," she groans, squeezing at his bicep. "Fuck, I really am sorry."

His other hand comes up to cover hers. "It's okay, princess. It was an accident. You don't have to keep apologising for it."

She starts them towards the Dairy Queen kiosk that's just around the corner. "I feel like I have to. If I didn't totally crush your glasses, you wouldn't have walked right into the bathroom doorframe earlier."

"True," he agrees easily. She jabs her elbow into his ribs, and he laughs, tightening his arm against his side so that she's pressed even closer, her mobility limited. "It's fine, Clarke. Seriously. Plus, I've never had an escort before. S'kinda cool."

"For you," she pretends to grouch, digging into her bag with her free hand. "All right, come on. DQ Blizzards on me."

--

"This is new," Miller observes when they arrive at the bar three hours later, arm in arm.

"This is a necessary precaution," Clarke corrects wryly, guiding Bellamy into one side of the booth with a hand on his arm and one on his back before sliding in after him. "We've got some news, guys. Bellamy's blind."

Jasper practically spews beer nut fragments all over the table. "Bellamy's blind?!"

"I'm not blind," Bellamy says loudly, as a tidal chorus of what's and Oh my God's start surging up around the table. "I'm not— Jasper, I'm not blind! I just don't have any contacts in right now. Or glasses. Or any sort of seeing aides that, uh, you know. Aid me with seeing."

Raven frowns, raising an arched brow at him. "You wear glasses?"

Clarke throws out an exasperated hand at her, turning towards Bellamy. "Thank you! See how well you've hidden this little factoid?"

"Okay, again," Bellamy says, blinking hazily at her forehead, "not hiding."

"Wait," Monty interrupts, face pinched with confusion. "I don't get it. What happened to your glasses?"

Bellamy heaves a melodramatic sigh. "They put up a valiant fight, but ultimately, even they couldn't stand up to the weight of having Clarke for a roommate."

"It was an accident," Clarke says with a roll of her eyes, grinning despite herself. "There was a thing with my bag. Anyway, the point is that Bellamy's blind now."

"Not blind," he argues lightly. "Just very, very myopic."

Clarke ignores him, deliberately elbowing him aside as she leans forward. "So if you've ever wanted to make a rude face or gesture at him," she continues, "now would be the time, people."

Raven and Miller instantly both hold up two completely different hand signs, each one just as vulgar.

"I don't know what that is," Bellamy says warningly, pointing vaguely in their direction, "but I can tell exactly who it is that's doing that."

Jasper somehow produces a Sharpie out of thin air, already breathless with excitement. "When do we get to draw on his face?"

"He's blind, Jasper," Monty reminds helpfully. "Not passed out."

"I'm not—"

"You're not blind!" Miller finishes mockingly. "As for 'passed out', well. The night has only just begun, my friend."

"You're not passing out," Clarke tells him once Miller and Monty head off to the bar to fetch the first round of drinks. She turns in the booth to face him, leaning in so he can hear over the buzz of the bar and the sound of Jasper and Raven fighting over the last of the beer nuts across the table. "I can make sure you don't walk into lampposts. I cannot carry you home all by myself."

Bellamy grins, and just for a moment or two, they're close enough that he can focus in on her eyes properly, their gazes firmly locking on each other. "What a good escort."

She rolls her eyes, punching him lightly in the shoulder. There's practically no force to it at all, so she just ends up pressing her knuckles into his arm, their faces mere inches apart. "Yeah, well," she manages to say, "don't get used to it."

She hopes that the way her throat goes dry at the end isn't audible in her voice.

Bellamy merely smirks, his mouth curving in that crooked way that used to piss her off like nothing else back when they'd first met. "Wouldn't dream of it, princess."

--

The thing is, someone does get used to it.

Funnily enough, that someone is her.

For some reason, it feels far too natural to be this close to Bellamy, looping her arm in his every time they're on the move, leading him over to the bar, or the pool table (to trash talk Miller from the sidelines), or the darts corner (so he can squint at the board and pretend like his vision's 'not that bad, I think I can make out the general bull's-eye area' and then proceed to punch three tiny holes into the wall before hastily giving up).

When his friend Harper from work stops by the booth to say hi, it feels far too natural to get up with Bellamy and walk together over to the table where three more of their co-workers are situated, her arm staying loosely interlocked with his even as they come to a stop. (There's a slight snafu when he introduces her to his colleagues. One of the group — Murphy, she thinks it was — raises his brows before saying "Oh, so you're Clarke." She's about to ask exactly what he means, but then Harper interrupts to ask Bellamy something about a meeting on Monday, and the statement just kind of gets buried under the ensuing conversation.)

She even feels disappointed by the couple of times she's not able to walk with him to the bathroom, watching Miller and then Jasper guide him off with a faint but distinct throb of envy.

She's never enjoyed the walk home as much as she does later that night, one hand neatly tucked into the crook of his elbow, the other wrapped lightly around his forearm in what's practically an embrace.

It's just to be safe, of course. They've both had a few beers. They're not unsteady by any means, but she doesn't see any harm maintaining a little closer contact than usual, especially with his shortsightedness exacerbated by the darkness of night.

He's familiar enough with their apartment that he can handle a shower without supervision (not that she was expecting otherwise), but she can't resist checking in on him one last time before going to bed.

He's already under the covers, but he props himself up on his elbows, smiling tiredly at her. "Thanks for looking out for me today." A soft snort. "Literally."

"Funny," she deadpans, smiling back despite herself. "Goodnight, Bellamy."

"'Night, princess."

--

Clearly, being (almost) blind isn't enough to convince Bellamy to stay within the comfortable confines of home, because by lunchtime they're heading towards their favourite taco stand that's two streets over from their apartment, arm in arm once again.

"I mean, it's Sunday," Clarke pretends to grumble, pushing slightly into his side to avoid an oncoming passerby, a large German shepherd loping before him on a leash. "That should be more than enough reason to, you know. Stay home."

Bellamy steps slightly to his right and away from the dog-walker, pressing his arm in against his body to pull her even closer. "Exactly, it's Sunday.A.K.A., the best day for tacos." He shrugs, not bothering to relax his arms outward even after the dog and his owner are well behind them, keeping them pressed flush against each other from shoulder to elbow. "It's just science, okay? Why are you trying to argue with science?"

She snorts. "Science, right. More like your greedy gut." Twisting her arm slightly in his grip, she pokes her index finger at his middle through the soft cotton shirt he's wearing.

He laughs, releasing her arm completely to grab at her hand with his. "No, it's science. Trust me, I'm a teacher. I would know."

"You're a history teacher, " she says in disbelief, letting her fingers curl around his.

"Who's friends with science teachers," he says, slowly and clearly as if for her benefit. "Hence."

She shakes her head, shifting a little closer as they let their still-joined hands drop down to their sides. "Ridiculous."

Well. It's a nice change from having her arm half-raised like that, she supposes. Probably better for her blood circulation, or something.

--

He eventually caves into her nagging and calls in sick to work on Monday.

"Even though this really doesn't count as a sickness," he grouches for the twelfth time, getting up to pour himself more coffee.

She's already in front of him, grabbing the empty mug out of his hands as she pushes at his shoulder in a silent command to sit back down. "Yeah, because not being able to see definitely doesn't affect your job. Not like you need that to write on the board, or grade homework. Or, you know.Teach."

"All right, all right," he says as she sets his refilled mug in front of him. "Point taken."

Later that afternoon, they're at the mall putting in an order for Bellamy's new glasses when they run into Monty.

"What are you doing here!" Clarke says, surprised. "You're not at work today?"

For some reason, Monty seems a little… off. Fidgety, almost.

"Had a late lunch meeting with a client," he says. After a beat, he lifts his thumb, jabbing it over his shoulder in the direction of the food court. "We just… had lunch."

Bellamy seems completely unperturbed by the way Monty's shoulders are rigid, the shorter man practically bouncing his weight from one foot to the other. (Then again, his nonchalance probably has a lot to do with the fact that he can't actually see Monty.) "Oh, okay. Good meeting?"

"Yeah. Yeah, good." Monty seems downright on edge at this point, his gaze constantly shifting between them. "I should go!" he finally blurts out after an awkward pause. "See you guys!"

"What was that about?" she wonders aloud, tugging on Bellamy's hand to get him to start walking again.

He shifts his grip slightly so that their fingers are more comfortably entwined with each other's. "What was what about?"

"Monty. He was all… weird."

"Maybe he's just late getting back to the office or something."

"Yeah, maybe," Clarke says as she leads them into the optical store. "Okay, where's your prescription?"

--

On Tuesday, Bellamy goes back to work, but only after Clarke makes him promise he's not going to try to write or read anything.

"You heard the optician," she lectures on the drive to his workplace. "No straining your eyes. You're only going to make them worse."

"Yes, I know," he says dryly. "Might have slipped your mind, but I've been going to eye doctors for slightly longer than you have, princess." He pats his messenger bag, balanced securely on his lap. "Besides, I've got a good six or seven documentaries in here to keep all my students occupied for the day. Don't worry about it."

"Easier said than done," she mutters, but she can't help smiling when he laughs at that.

She arrives to pick him up at exactly ten minutes past two, undoing her seatbelt and dashing out of the car when she spots him and Murphy emerge from the front doors.

She shoves down on the surge of protective concern, swallowing down the barrage of worried questions already on the tip of her tongue. "No visible bruises, I see," she says instead, taking his arm in hers.

Murphy rocks lazily on his heels. "Wait till you get his shirt off tonight."

"He's kidding," Bellamy says, mistaking her arrested flinch for distress. "I only hit, like, one thing today. It was the trash can. And I only sort of hit it. With my foot."

"So you… kicked a trash can," she supplies dryly. "Well done."

"Yeah," Murphy intones. "Usually, it's a kid."

They drive straight to the mall to pick up his glasses and a small box of disposable contact lenses, for him to use while he's waiting on his regular soft contacts to arrive.

"Does anyone ever work here," she grumbles when they arrive at the optical store to find the lights off and a sign taped to the door, with the words 'Back in five!' scrawled across in thick blue marker.

He shrugs, tugging on her hand as if to stretch out the rigid set of her shoulders. "That's okay. We can go grab lunch first."

They end up choosing a small Thai restaurant that serves up a mean green curry, splitting a small dish of mango sticky rice for dessert. They linger for far longer than is really necessary, sharing an extra glass of iced sweet milk tea between them as they enjoy the easy conversation and the relative emptiness of the restaurant, given the awkward post-lunch, pre-dinner timing of their meal.

"This is it," he says when they're back in the store, waiting on the optician to fetch his order from the back room. "As soon as those glasses get on my face, this prince turns back into a frog."

"Joke's on you," she deadpans, elbowing him lightly. "You've been a frog all along."

He laughs, his hand tightening reflexively on hers. "Harsh, princess."

It's really not that big a deal, or any notable size of a deal at all, but she finds herself holding her breath when the glasses come out of their shiny new case. There's an extra minute or so where the optician gives them a last polish, prattling on and on about all the lens fit and the design of the frame, but then finally, he's handing them over to Bellamy, and—

"Whoa." Bellamy blinks, the dark brown of his eyes looking even glossier through the clear lenses. "Let there be light." He spreads both hands slightly, his inky black curls curling against the top of the thick frames. "Well? What do you think?"

There's a lump in her throat, and she has no idea how it got there. She swallows hard.

"Oh, yeah," she says, a little weakly. "Definitely still a frog."

They walk back to the car like they always do; separately, hands at their sides.

--

The next three days are oddly uncomfortable.

Everything goes right back to normal. She holes up in her home office to work on her projects, Bellamy goes to school, they have dinner on the couch every night, with a bubbly sitcom or a quirky dramedy playing on the TV.

Even though nothing's really changed, she can't help feeling like everything's been knocked slightly out of alignment. Like the lines and shapes and colours that make up the world around her suddenly aren't quite as clear or bright as they used to be.

"What?" Bellamy says when he notices her staring one night. He lifts a hand, touching his fingertips to his thick black frames. "Look that bad?"

He'd originally planned to wear the disposable ones for the rest of the week, but on the first day wearing them, he'd popped them out within the hour, complaining that they just don't fit like his usual pair.

She rolls her eyes. "Oh, yeah. Nowhere near as pretty as your other pair," she says with a grin. They're both fully aware that these new frames are more or less identical to his old ones.

He shakes his head, mouth curved with a wide smile. "Well, you can quit worrying about it. My contacts should get here tomorrow." He taps at his glasses. "Say bye to these."

She's struck by the sudden realisation that she doesn't want to do that. She likes the glasses. She likes how much softer they make his structured cheeks and jaw look, how much fluffier his hair seems to grow, how much more relaxed his entire body seems to become.

"We're having dinner with Raven and Miller tomorrow," she says instead. "Don't forget."

--

Dinner is a loud affair, even with Jasper and Monty passing so they can attend a mutual friend's housewarming party.

Clarke's not sure what it is exactly about the night that makes it so enjoyable, but something about Raven's sharp snark and Miller's lazy sarcasm just seems to turn everything about twelve shades funnier than usual. The little Mexican bistro Miller's chosen for dinner is relaxed and comfortable, with great food and even better drinks, and for the first time in three days, she feels herself loosening up, smiling easier and laughing harder than she has in a while.

She drinks slightly more sangria than she'd originally planned to, but the light giddiness that seeps into her system is definitely borne of genuine joy rather than any hint of drunkenness.

"Raven's funny," she says as she and Bellamy start on the walk back home. "Miller's funny, too. We should hang out with them more often."

He chuckles, his head tilting sideways as he looks over at her. "We hang out with them all the time."

"No, I mean, like, just them," she insists, grinning helplessly. "Without Jonty and Masper."

He squints at her, expression teasing. "You drunk, Clarke?"

She laughs, shaking her head. She really isn't. It just feels like an invisible weight's been lifted from her shoulders. It feels good. "No. Just… happy."

He nods, seeming to consider her answer more seriously than she'd expected. "Good. That's good, princess."

Now she's the one cocking her head, squinting at him. "Are you happy?"

He laughs, but there's an unfamiliar edge to the sound that rings distinctly bittersweet to her ears. "With you? Always."

On sheer impulse, she reaches out, slipping her hand into his. "Good."

It's only when his hand curls around hers, big and warm, that she really, properly gets what it is that she's doing. It's all fine and dandy to hold her roommate's hand for the purpose of guiding him about while his vision's impaired, but—

"Oh." Forcing herself to loosen her grip, she works up a tense laugh. "Sorry. Force of habit, I guess."

Never mind that it's been three whole days since she'd last held his hand. Never mind that they'd really only spent three days before that even holding hands at all, which is nowhere near long enough to form a legitimate habit.

Bellamy blinks, making no moves to let her hand slip from his. "No, it's— it's okay. I mean, I don't mind."

It's fucking embarrassing to admit, but her breath hitches in her throat — actually hitches. Like she's a character in a cheesy romance novel. "Oh. Okay. As long as you're sure."

She's expecting some sort of wry crack, or maybe a dry, deadpanned reassurance that 'I've survived Jasper and Monty's homemade moonshine, princess. Holding hands with you is hardly going to kill me'.

The last thing she's expecting is for Bellamy come to an abrupt stop, tug firmly on her hand to turn her towards him, bring his free hand up to cup her face and kiss her.

She's kissing him right back before she can even quite grasp what's happening, her free hand twisting into his shirt, the other shifting slightly in his to pull him even closer.

After a long, glorious minute, he pulls back, pressing his forehead to hers. She can't quite tell that fiery warmth blazing between the point of their contact is coming from his skin or hers.

"I'm sure, Clarke," he says, smiling against her lips. "I'm absolutely, completely sure."

--

"See, I told you I was sure!" Monty cries when they walk into the bar the next day, one of his fingers pointed right at their joined hands.

"Holy shit," Jasper says, eyes wide. "Are you guys for real dating now?!"

Clarke pauses, frowning slightly. "Well, we weren't— this is new, it didn't happen till—" She sighs, giving up as the entire table predictably erupts into cheers. "Yeah, okay," she says, grinning at Bellamy. "We are, all right?"

"Told you love was blind," Miller says, sloshing his beer dangerously when Jasper shoves him in excitement.

Bellamy groans. "For the last time, I'm not blind!"

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Yoga Helps Me Stay Grounded and Inspired While Dealing with MS

In 2010, I was stung by a scorpion while instructing a retreat in the forest of Costa Rica. When a student covered a sarong around me, I really felt a hot arrow struck me in the hip. I tossed it off, as well as a huge scorpion landed on the deck with a thud. Feeling like an injured pet, I bowed out everybody to assess exactly what was going on. We were 45 mins away from every little thing, so I had absolutely nothing to do besides wait it out.

As the fire in my hip began to subside, my lips, tongue, hands, feet, as well as shins went entirely numb. I started seeing points, and also discomfort was available in waves as the neurotoxins moved via my system. It lasted with my course that night, and also right into the next early morning. I aren't sure specifically when that ended and when my several sclerosis (MS) symptoms started. Some people claim there's a connection between the shock of the sting and my immune system being taken control of the edge.

Within a few months, I was getting bad frustrations, interior drinking, and also my equilibrium was off. My symptoms were worsened with anxiety. I would look at my body, and think, Where am I? This does not seem like it utilized to feel. I felt like I was constructed from electricity, as permeable as ether. I bear in mind putting some blankets away after a class, as well as seeing splotches of yellow on traits that weren't yellow. As soon as once again I really felt as though a scorpion was stinging me.

After an early morning of teaching yoga exercise, I stood in my home and idea, Something's truly, really off. I called my medical professional with my signs: left side feeling numb, discomfort down my arm, high heart rate-and he told me to visit the ER.

After an upper body x-ray and also other examinations at Do-gooder Hospital, they told me that everything looked fine. My pal as well as I started chanting Om while I was attached to devices to aim to calm me down. When the physician can be found in, I held his hand and also claimed, 'I recognize my body truly well, and something's actually not right.' After a CAT check, he came back in looking sad. 'You have sores on your mind that are not necessarily energetic, however might be a preliminary sign of MS,' he said. All I keep in mind afterwards was my good friend asking me what I required. 'I desire to go to your home and also have salute with avocado as well as butter and also salt,' I stated. Which's exactly what we did.

A couple of days later, I got the main medical diagnosis from my neurologist. My brain was non-functioning in places where there should have been myelin (fat) to help the links in between nerves and also brain. Back then, my signs and symptoms were an overall distressed feeling, muscle weak point, loss of equilibrium, mind fog, and also exhaustion from overstimulation. As a result of the nature of the condition, I have actually ended up being relegated to the whims of my battle and flight response.

I began taking Rebif, a disease-modifying representative through shots in my thigh, arm, as well as belly three times a week to prevent my signs and symptoms from becoming worse. I made it right into a practice, lighting incense and also placing the shot on the church as it heated up. I would certainly bless it: 'I value this selection that I'm making. May it be okay for me to do this.' I began to make use of medicines for the unbearable flu-like signs. At one point, I determined to skip the pain medication to actually feel what this was performing in my body. Less compared to an hour after the shot, my joints felt like they goned on fire. I remember thinking, I can't believe exactly what I simply took is creating this much pain in my body, as well as I'm opting to do this.

The following year, I travelled to Belize and also didn't wish to pack all my medications. I really did not feel any kind of different without them, so I considered options when I came back. The only alternatives were new medicines with possible side impacts consisting of cancer and also death. I asked my physician what would occur if I did absolutely nothing but change my lifestyle. My neurologist recommended that I remain on some type of medicine to ensure that the illness would not progress-mind you there are no warranties, and it's all a gamble anyway. Browsing negative effects, quality of day-to-day life, and also the worry of just what could be at hand is a recurring conversation. At the time, I knew I could not subscribe to the drug any longer. I wished to try something different.

Since then, I've attempted several diet regimens as well as currently deal with an Ayurvedic medical professional. I went to some assistance teams, however the majority of people there were not trying to find means to minimize stress, and also cleaned down their medications with a cocktail. One of the most valuable treatment is creating a low-stress way of life and also setting. Downtime and also privacy is a demand, not a luxury. Tension promptly influences me, through restlessness, rage, balance problems, shivering muscles, or difficulties in formulating sentences clearly. Although I don't really feel like I'm obtaining much better, I am making better choices. Signs linger. The natural route is working to keep me stable, however I want checking out a few of the more recent alternatives readily available in Western medication. A lot is changing with study. I've needed to pay attention to myself a lot more and not feel like I'm letting anybody down by making dedications I could not have the ability to maintain. I've needed to get closer to individuals I like so they understand how to finest stroll this path with me.

My yoga exercise technique has progressed via this procedure. While it utilized to be much more literally extensive, it's currently concerning basing techniques, like a one-minute hold in Downward-Facing Canine. It relaxes my worried system, which is always above alert. Taking a strong physical practice with a based instructor could really feel actually great, as do sustained corrective poses and other solid, securing postures.

It has actually been tough to have this experience as a yoga teacher. Since my medical diagnosis, my teaching has actually reduced. My sequences have shortened, and I'm at my best when I do not have something rigorous to adhere to. I am inspired to obtain everybody to really 'turn up' for practice. I maintain going back to the idea of impermanence, when we can embrace that fact, presence is simply a breath away.

I know my body much better now, even though it feels unusual to me. I composed to Matthew Remski, an instructor of mine based in Toronto, and asked, 'Just how do I reveal up to the mat when I'm continuously being haunted by what my asana technique utilized to seem like?' He composed back, 'There's no then as well as now. Everything is integrated into the existing time. Just what you're experiencing has actually brought you closer to the fragility of the human body as well as experience. The flesh of currently is experiencing this sincere connection.'

I feel like I'm moving into a different phase now. I want to work with my tasks and also proceed to instruct, yet I am really clear regarding exactly what's sustainable for me. My mentors concentrate on yogic living methods as well as discussion, reflection, chanting, and being with the silence after chanting.

In my life now, the natural world has conserved me. I discover ideas in nature because it does not deal with change. The blossoms do not appear any less colorful because they recognize of their utmost demise. There's something inherently calming regarding the force of nature-that existence of continuous adjustment as a reminder of something larger. My dog also motivates me to feel like I could in fact care for one more being that is there unconditionally. My pupils inspire me with their determination and also generosity via all the changes I've made. Memories of individuals that typically aren't with us anymore also influence me, my buddy Bobbie, that passed away of a brain lump, became a growing number of like light as her disease proceeded. She would certainly been involved in method her whole life, so it was noticeable at the end. I even inspire myself sometimes, if I can draw back as well as see the course I've taken.

MS is me. It's exactly what I'm with constantly. I would certainly like it to disappear, yet I simply have to collaborate with it and include it. It's been a genuine teacher, I don't reach really feel invincible. There's a heaviness to this that is hard to tremble around others. When I'm strolling in the woods or on the beach with my pet, really feeling the force of nature that is always so present, I think: I'm well enough to do this. If I could pass along any type of message, it would certainly be to maintain going. I'm reminded of a poem I like from Rilke:

Let everything happen to you: charm and also terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. (Rilke, Book of Hours, I 59)

Just keep going, whatever happens.

Uma Diana Hulet shared her tale with writer Sophia Emigh, that authored this item. All photography is also by Ms. Emigh.

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5 Ways to Become 1% More Mindful Every Day

Great points are accomplished regularly in small actions, rather than in excellent jumps. It doesn't matter if your objective is extremely challenging, or if it is shateringly simple (like taking a seat to practice meditation everyday) and you just can not appear to do it. Effective as well as tranquil people have actually learned that large objectives take tiny, child actions to accomplish.

To show the relevance of little steps we could look to the mysterious means in which Michelangelo carved his sculptures. Michelangelo's buddy and biographer, Giorgio Vasari, defines a tedious approach the master artist used to carve identify of stone. Michelangelo laid his model for a project down in a box like a coffin. He after that filled up package up until the figure was immersed. The water was slowly permitted to leak out, or he eliminated it a little bit at time, to see which components of the figure would arise very first - like an archipelago peeping out from the sea's surface.

This is exactly how he would recognize which components to cut first in his stone block. In some cases it would certainly be a hip, other times it would certainly be a nose, or a shoulder. The approach was really imprecise, as well as took numerous hours of observation before he might also obtain to the task of sculpting a work of art out of marble or granite.

When we initially readied to a task - like sculpting a masterpiece out of rock - it could appear leviathan, impossible, even, but there is always a means. If we are aiming to develop even more mindfulness in our actions, words as well as acts, it doesn't take place over night. There are little steps we can take though, that will certainly finish in an outright master work. Right here they are:

1. If You Aren't sure Where to Start, Simply Dive In

You might make use of the sheer number of mindfulness techniques and also practices as a way of procrastination if you really desired to. One might invest years researching the different wisdom traditions (yoga exercise, tai chi, qi gong, Zen, focusing prayer, chanting, transcendental meditation, and so on) to find to a particular practice, but deliberate, nonjudgmental understanding of our moment-to-moment experience could be practiced right now. Just pick one technique, and also do it each and every single day. Establish an alarm on your cellular phone. Write yourself a note and stick it in your purse to advise on your own, or put a rubber band around your wrist as well as each time you see it, do the method. If you aren't sure where to start, simply dive in. Don't allow lack of knowledge be a reason to keep mindfulness at bay. You can constantly learn as you go.

2. Don' t Allowed Your Faith Quit You from Being Even more Mindful

According to Jon Kabat-Zinn, a Jewish-born, Harvard graduated microbiology Ph.D. that as soon as instructed at the College of Massachusetts Medical Center, and later on ended up being a student of the Zen Buddhist monk, Thich Nhat Hanh - Buddhist meditation is not a faith. Neither is Vipassana from old India. Exactly what prevails to all types of mindfulness is that they are a method to focus our interest, cultivate recognition, and also pay more attention to our inattention.

You could be Christian, Buddhist, Jain, Hindu, Muslim, Jewish, also atheist, as well as still method mindfulness. If you require to wed your mindfulness practice with your current religious ideas, that's o.k., but do not allow your spiritual background stop you from taking little actions every day.

If you are Christian, your mindfulness method could merely be, "Thank you, God." If you are Buddhist, it could be a five-minute incantation of the concept, "Om Peanut Padme Hum", which means imply, the gem is in the lotus (the 3rd eye.) If you are Hindu, you could simply sit silently and claim, 'Om Gum tissue Ganapatayei Namah,' which equates to 'I acquiesce the elephant-faced divine being (Ganesh) that is capable of getting rid of all barriers. I wish blessings as well as security.' Every one of these rules have vibrational power, and have been confirmed to alter your mind in incremental steps.

3. Move Into Challenges As opposed to Away From Them

By exercising mindfulness, we are much better able to removal right into difficulties and also discover how you can overcome them rather of shy away from them. Scientific research as well as imaging of the minds of meditators has actually located that an electrical change takes place in mind function, believed to reflect the growing of an "technique state," in which we approach, instead of away from, a tough exterior situation or inner psychological function such as an idea, feeling, or memory. Naturally, this could become a basis for durability in human beings.

When something disturbing, testing, or complicated shows up in your life, this is the excellent time to exercise mindfulness. Anyone could do a fundamental breathing reflection, at virtually any type of time, no issue where they are, or who they are with. The breath allows area in the nervous system, heart, and also brain to ensure that we could see things from a various perspective compared to before we began to breathe deeply and also with even more conscious interest. Just attempt it, as well as you'll be blown away by the advancing impacts of this basic practice.

4. If You Desired a Different Outcome, You Have to Do Something Different

How a lot of us long for more clam, even more happiness, even more tranquility, more success, more love, and so on in our lives? We long for these points like they are in some far-away desire. This mindset maintains us from taking obligation for our own actions. A desire is a great place to start, yet this need has to convert right into activity. Again, these activities can be little, they do not need to be monumental, once taken, as well as done once more and time and again, the results could be profound.

Mindfulness farming is an activity, or set of actions. Do not' wait around for more happiness, or a far better world. The adjustment absolutely does start with you - simply like Gandhi suggested.

Once you have a mindfulness technique developed you could see that you get even more maded with much less effort, yet it does certainly take effort when you initially venture making change.

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5. If All Else Stops working, Listen to Conscious Music

Mainstream songs adjustments your resonance - were you aware? Not all of it is developed to boost you and assist you attach to Source.

One of the 'tricks' of the universe, is the innovative application of audio regularities. John Worley Keely discovered this creative use musical regularities in the late 19th century as well as accomplished outstanding tasks that opposed traditional physics as well as confounded the academicians of his day.

If you happen to listen Bob Marley on your iPod or songs player, then you'll probably be changed right into dizzying degrees of happiness. He was recognized to videotape his music in regularities that remained in placement with the Schumann Resonances - electro-magnetic waves that exist in the room in between the surface area of the earth as well as the Ionosphere - 7.83, 14.3, 20.8, 27.3 as well as 33.8 Hz. They are claimed to be the heartbeat of mom earth.

Many classic authors did the very same. Gregorian incantations, and also most old songs was tuned to positively influence our resonances. Pythagoras of Samos recognized that playing songs which was lined up with the beautiful bodies, might heal us from some of one of the most dire physical and also psychological problems. This is not real of a lot of modern music.

The easiest method to inform if songs is healing our harming you, is to observe exactly how it makes you really feel. Does it create you to ignore or tune up? Pick your songs accordingly, when you have no various other time to exercise mindfulness, a minimum of your mind is being modified by the positive as well as powerful impact of sound.

By practicing these tiny actions - transforming your thoughts and actions by 1% everyday, gradually you'll accumulate to a 100% modification. Since's something to obtain delighted about!