#her self destructive behaviors and hurting herself in the process by refusing to heal and accept things the way Bruce does

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

Wayne Family Adventures returned a little bit ago, which is nice. But while everyone's talking about the Superfriends dynamic (adorable btw) or surprised that Cass dated Kon, I'm sitting here shocked that we got extra KonCass content before we got TimKon content OR StephCass content! (nvm StephCassHarper!) Like good for the 3 people who like KonCass but dang! Not even a little flirty TimKon? Pwease?

But also besides that uh SHORT JASON SUPREMACY!!!

I mean I know he's just small comparitively when put next to an Amazonian and an extra large Kryptonian but still. SHORT JASON SUPREMACY!!!

Also awww look at him

Also hey wait have we even gotten TimSteph content? Has their relationship even been mentioned in this series? But KonCass was?

[chaos-event-horizon]

In the middle of catching up on the MHA manga and wondering why NONE OF YOU TOLD ME ABOUT THAT MOMENT BETWEEN REI AND ENJI IN THE HOSPITAL???

Going under a cut cause I'm about to just rant. Warning for me saying less than forgiving things about Enji, Rei, and Dabi. I know a lot of Stans follow me and I promise I don't hate any of these characters, but there are things I gotta say as someone who's experienced this kind of behavior first hand.

Like I know that my opinions on Endeavor's redemption being a good thing are problematique but Y'ALL COULD HAVE WARNED ME. I'M CRYING. "This wasn't just your fault, we were all shit" THANK YOU REI. FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT! And him being shown to have been genuinely (albeit in a moronic fashion) trying to keep Touya from hurting himself? And Touya just shitting on everyone and selfharming and destructing and ripping himself apart while trying to take people down with him? Shouto having an honest moment where he's like "you're doing better than I thought, so let's do this together"?

Beautifully done.

Take it from a guy with a sibling like Touya/Dabi, someone acting like that DESTROYS A FAMILY. My brother's in jail and I still have nightmares. I wake up in cold sweats thinking I heard his voice in my sleep. I've thrown up before because of anxiety over him, and half the nightmares Toshinori saves me from involve that piece of filth. My relationship with my dad will probably never quite heal, because he dealt with it WORSE THAN ENDEAVOR and sided with him and encouraged him and excused every one of his actions. STILL DOES! I can walk downstairs right now and say "I don't think we should pay for ("brother") to have a new tv in his jail cell", and my father will throw a fit about how I "don't understand the situation", "he's just under a lot of pressure", "you're just an awful person and he's not that different from you", "you're a failure too so why do you care". Say what you want about Endeavor's skills as a parent, but at least he had the balls and braincells to recognize he made mistakes and try to stop things from escalating AND apologize to his remaining family. Man thought for years that he'd "murdered" his son when all he actually did was just refuse to encourage self-destructive behavior. Enji went half insane trying to keep history from repeating and making sure Shouto was strong enough to handle his quirk BECAUSE HE THOUGHT TOUYA HAD DIED! If you look at all the characterization up to this point, Endeavor's behavior is a reaction to what happened with Touya. Still shitty? Yes. But the shittiness of a broken and traumatized man, and some of the people I see shitting on him are all about how trauma is an excuse to be a horrible person. You know what I'm referencing.

And Rei? Holy shit. I've never respected her more. I used to hate her character because some of her actions (I'll let you assume which ones) mirrored my birth mother a way too strongly. I now see that I was wrong. Lady's got brass. Mad respect. She recognized she was part of the problem and has chosen to do something about it, and I love that for her. An awful mother? Well she ain't exactly a good one. But she's picked herself up and started rectifying the situation. She's not nearly as weak or broken as the people around her led us to believe. Well done! The people around her had us all thinking that she'd have a psychotic breakdown if she saw so much as a PICTURE of Enji. No we know that's bullshit. She was hiding from her past actions just like Enji. And now she's back.

And Dabi. Oh boy, that boy. He's too much like my brother for me to be able to be a fan, but the way he's written and his thought process are incredibly realistic. Alarmingly so. I can see why people could like him. I respect people who like him. But honestly I'll never see how people can think Endeavor's irredeemable while simultaneously stanning him like he's fucking Steven Universe or something. I firmly believe that the people who claim he did nothing wrong have not been paying attention, and don't actually like or know anything about his character. He's a beautiful depiction of a violent dumpster fire behind a bar in the alley everyone goes to throw up in. He's amazingly written. He's a bastard. He'd have a point if he wasn't so far gone. He desperately needs therapy and at least 3 different kinds of medication. I can respect that, and I love watching people love and appreciate him for what he actually is. The simps who recognize his awfulness but continue simping anyway are braver than any US marine. I'd shake your hand if I wasn't so terrified of your boyfriend. I admire you from afar.

[secretgiftsforshaman]

Real Healing Shit Part 2

After our play last night, I felt unsettled and upset and it took me a while to identify why. Much of it was an emotional release that came up to be processed, but some of it was unmet needs in the moment, because I did not understand them enough to ask for them to be met. I must emphatically insist that you did not do anything to hurt or neglect me. What we have done together has not, as far as I can tell, created any new injuries (at least for me), it has only uncovered old pain and trauma which already existed in my body so that it could be released. What follows is what I have processed and come to understand on this front so far:

I’ve written before about how stiffly I’ve always held my hips and pelvis because of the stuck, stagnant energy therein, and how I carry a lot of weight on my abdomen, and how much of it is a physical manifestation of the energetic armor and unprocessed emotions that I’ve accumulated over the years. I refuse to accept the bullshit (super unscientific, harmful, and dangerous) idea that thin = healthy and fat = unhealthy, because I, as a person who is studying and familiarizing herself with the true best practices regarding our relationships with food and with our bodies, know that everyone’s body is capable of knowing what it wants and needs, and that happy, exercised, well-nourished, and healthy bodies can be (and are) all kinds of different shapes and sizes. And I also intuitively know that my particular body will be happier when I can let go of much of the weight that is extra for me - because it is a simultaneously literal and metaphorical weight. The energetic/psychological/historical patterns that I have stored in my chakras/energy body *are* the same thing as this extra flesh. In order for me to do much of the Divine Feminine healing work we both serve - that which comes from my own life, and that which I have inherited - I need to engage with and dislodge these stuck emotions and traumas, and then feel them until I can release and resolve them. (I seem to have inherited a LOT of energetic trauma from my family and ancestors - all kinds of crappy behavioral/relationship/thought software, especially through my maternal line. My work is cut out for me!)

It feels like there is a deep, deep well of this stuff that is stuck deep in my lower belly, and that it can be accessed through ecstatic movement, energy work, sex, and pleasure (and naturally, the overlap of these) - through the physical and energetic movement of and within my pelvic bowl and female reproductive organs. The first time I remember masturbating was sometime in later elementary school when I discovered that pressing deeply into my lower abdomen brought me a particular pain-pleasure, never satisfying, but strongly desired all the same. Even after I learned how to stroke my clit to orgasm in college, I have continued to find myself wanting to press deep into this tight, needy, aching place (often when I’m full of sexual energy after a clitoral orgasm) which I think is somewhere near or just beyond my cervix, and I believe to be the inner nexus of my second chakra.

I think that a lot of the types of sexual desire that I’ve been feeling - wanting to be fucked hard and rough and deep, wanting my ass spanked and played with and fucked, wanting to be split open and have everything I’ve been carrying around in this place pulled out and held and tended to, wanting to be emptied of all the old, stagnant, painful detritus so that I have space to move kundalini up into and through my second chakra in a way that will allow me to truly surrender and receive pleasure and create and connect socially and sexually in healthy and whole ways: all of this lust is my bodymindheartsoul asking for the type of sexual energy work that it needs to heal itself. This is, I think, a big part of why we are called to each other: you are a safe, trustworthy, masculine source of the destructive sexual energy I need to destroy and heal the feminine wounds that Gaia has bestowed on me to carry and seek healing for. You are an acolyte of the Goddess who knows how to hold the Sacred Space I need to do this work, and I am a healer in her training/self-healing/transformation journey preparing to serve the Divine Feminine in my future clients (both formal/mass-consciousness clients and the erstwhile “clients” that have always been drawn to me for counsel and nurturing). This is why we are drawn together. This is our sacred contract.

For the longest time I’ve wanted to be filled and stretched open in a way that my own fingers could never achieve. During sex with Sweetie, I could never relax enough to accept more than two of his fingers at the absolute maximum - most of the time one was as much as I could take, but I often wanted more then, and I DEFINITELY do now. I don’t think we really spent enough time with foreplay, with few exceptions, and that this is part of why I found it so difficult to accept penetration: I rarely felt safe/unguilty enough to take as much of his time and effort as I needed to become fully aroused and/or have a truly satisfying climax. I also think that my bodymindheartsoul knew that I was not yet mature enough, or safe and held enough, to begin processing the stored shadow ‘stuff’ that would be woken up once I allowed anyone (wether someone else or even myself) deep enough into my body to touch it and awaken it.

A little over a week ago, I (finally, at the ripe old age of 29!!) got myself a dildo. This long held and growing desire to be stretched open the way I have never truly been ready for before - almost like lancing an abscess - has made penetration sound so fucking good that I gave in and sought out something to fill that need (pun so intended). The first time I tried the new toy, again about a week ago, it was very difficult for me to enjoy. I brought myself to climax once before I even began inserting it, because I hoped it would help prepare me. It didn’t help much, and eventually I had to stop because try as I might (again - I made the mistake of trying to force my pleasure, and I think I tried too soon after my bleed ended as well) it became more and more painful and I slid further and further away from pleasure, let alone orgasm. As I was trying to force myself back towards pleasure and climax, I became angry and frustrated with myself, but eventually I became numb and almost detached. I think that some lines blurred between the stored pain that I was tapping and releasing, and the pain that I was causing myself.

In the time since, I have experimented more with my new toy (but also while trying to practice self-compassion and surrender and self-trust) and I have achieved two of the BIGGEST, most long-lasting orgasms OF MY LIFE, and I loved the boneless, deep, pleasurable aaaaaache afterward :) Last night I wanted to experience another amazing climax like that, and to share it with you. I also felt that longing to be stretched open, to be fucked hard and rough and ragged, and it wasn’t until after the fact that I realized it was at least partially because a deeper part of me wanted more of that stubborn baggage exorcised out of me - it wanted the violent sex that could break open my injured parts so I could do more healing. Our dance turned me on enough that it was easy to penetrate myself and accept the toy I wanted to use, and with it I tried to give myself that hard deep fuck, but I really wanted someone else - someone I trust, like you - to give it to me. I kept pushing myself again, and I fucked myself deep and hard, and I became frustrated, and at once point - almost like a fever breaking - my emotions shifted and a vulnerable, sad place opened up within me, and a deep muscle trembling began. If you’ve read anything about psoas muscle/deep pelvic muscle trauma release, you’ll know what I’m talking about. This happened shortly before we both agreed to let go of orgasm and call it a night.

After we slowed down and stopped, I continued to feel a deep, occasionally sharp physical pain, with it’s correlated emotional ache and sadness, and wanted to debrief and receive aftercare and comfort to process it with. I think my assessment of feeling ‘restored’ was a little premature - it was less a restored energy, and more that I was feeling the healing process begin. Because we didn’t continue this work together, I turned to familiar sources of comfort to self-soothe and regulate my nervous system: hearty food, an audiobook, my bed, and a mindless phone game (mahjong, sudoku, and nonograms, if you’re wondering). These are all useful tools which, sometimes I use intentionally, and sometimes I misuse to numb myself out with. Last night, I chose to mindfully use them to help me settle and cope with the pain and sadness that our play had woken up in me, but these are only coping mechanisms: they are not the held sacred space and emotional connection that I needed to support me while I did the healing work with the released trauma. I wanted to ask you for more attention, but I chose not to both because I wanted you to have enough rest after giving so much of yourself, and because I needed to step back and try to understand what I was feeling and needing before I could explain it to you and ask you to help meet it.

I want you to know - with absolute certainty - that you cannot accept *any* responsibility for this experience I had. Yes, I felt my needs and I were neglected and untended, but because I did not communicate that to you (largely because I didn’t yet understand what those needs were), you are 100% blameless in this. Furthermore, it is only because of this unpleasant experience that I do now know what I want and need, and what to ask for in the future.

Because of my raw, mid-transformation state, and the way that sexual play has such power to prompt emotional release in me, even casual, fun sexual play has potentially intense emotional consequences for me. If we are going to continue to play, I would ask that we only allow ourselves to get into it when we both have the time and energy for aftercare and processing. For my part, I promise to improve my self-monitoring and communication so that I don’t set myself up to be neglected again and we can both have a better idea of when I will need that extra attention, and when I am safe to just have some fun. I ask you to keep in mind that I am dealing with deep and difficult work - deeper than many other Dakini you have danced with, I suspect - and I will need you to make sure that both of us are tended to as we do. Even light, easy play has the tendency to draw serious business out of my metamorphosing energy body. I am still learning how to fill my own cup, and how to ask for help filling myself up when needed. Please encourage me to tend to myself this way, and I encourage you to do the same. Neither of us can serve the Goddess from empty vessels.

I know down in my bones that I need to process this physically stored emotional/mental/spiritual trauma in my second chakra and develop healthier ways of processing trauma and meeting my needs that go beyond mere coping mechanisms and instead allow me, one day, to do this work for myself. I don’t want to rely on you forever. I want to learn how to hold the space I need for myself while I heal - because that is what will make me strong enough of a healer to hold sacred space for others, too - but until I learn how to do so, I need your help to destroy those energetic blocks and I need your support while I reassemble myself afterwards. I need my Shaman to swim alongside me in the shadowy deep. Teach me how to fish in the bottom of my ocean, Weaver. Help me weave a net to catch myself. To fish out the good pieces I can rebuild myself with and leave the dross that only weighs me down.

This isn’t the kind of work we can do every day - my system isn’t yet strong enough to process this deeply more than once, maybe twice a week. I trust us to flow and feel the timing out as we go. I am intimidated and afraid of the vast sea I’m diving into, but I have come too far to give up now. I have done entirely too much giving up, and I’m committing now to saving myself before I drown, and training until I am a strong enough swimmer to accompany others in their own oceans.

Time to jump in the deep end, Lover. Are you coming with me?

All my love,

Your Lionfish

[zaxal]

ages ago, @alucifer asked me what quirks our ffxiv fc would have. i did the main four. yall don’t have to accept my gifts but this is what i came up with. @omnipotentauthor @sabotender-bailarina

Infernal Ash's Quirk, Lavalier:

A Quirk that allows the user to create lava that flows from their pores. Infernal can control the speed at which it moves and the level of heat, with practice. Indiscriminate in who it can hurt if applied in a rush or without thought, Infernal usually chooses to go on the defense, letting the lava harden over his body as a shield against enemies, forming a wall that's hard to break. His body temperature runs exceedingly hot, requiring him to cool off especially if using his Quirk for long periods of time or risk overheating or burning anyone who touches him. The Free Company House is stocked with icy treats for him to eat to cool himself from the inside. Infernal's ability to create lava is tied directly to the amount of energy he has, therefore he must consume a lot of calories to 'burn' through in a day.

Cecily Reeve's Quirk, Inoculation:

A Quirk that manifests as a combination of Cecily's parents' – her mother, a lancer, had hair that could make a defensive shield of spines to protect her, and her father, a healer, could use his Recovery Quirk to speed the natural healing processes of his patients. Cecily is a blend between the two, able to create sharp needles from her fine body hair and shoot them off, naturally healing those she hits as the hairs dissolve. This can become awkward if she accidentally heals an enemy, though with practice she can choose which needles to shoot off and aim specifically at friendlier targets. A ranged Quirk that also provides self defense is highly desirable for a healer, but it comes with a cost. If her comrades are too worn out, choosing to heal them via their natural mechanisms could put them in an even more dire state, and if she doesn't have enough vitamins and energy herself, her ability to stiffen her spines at all becomes compromised, so she must monitor her patients and herself in order to be effective, which often butts heads against Cecily's impulsive and self-destructive behavior.

Deirac Eveus's Quirk, Spirit Speak:

A Quirk that allows the user to speak to the spirits unseen. Though Deirac cannot see the spirits if they do not choose to reveal themselves, he can speak to and hear any spirit lingering in the aether. His competence as a Summoner and Scholar both stem from this ability, but it transcends normal bounds. Deirac's access to Job Crystals and tools used by the legends of old give him access to fragments of souls, giving him access to masterful experience the second after his hands come into contact with a relic or a crystal. He must be intelligent, calculating, to take in new information and apply it quickly in a fight, and as such, he can often push the living aside to speak to the lingering. Too much exertion on his part can lead to particular fatigue that puts him in a coma for several days while his body recuperates. The Free Company being so full of lively people keeps him from becoming too immersed in the other side of the world and in his own head, and there's always a place for him to curl up and sleep at the house before he hits his threshold.

Tea Cake's Quirk, Negation:

A subtle Quirk that rejects other Quirk powers or magic being used against its host.

At first, Negation presented as Quirklessness. Tea Cake spent most of his formative years envious of his large family's physical enhancement Quirks and had to train his body at its own agonizing pace into something useful in a fight. Negation didn't come to light until the Calamity. While the world fell ill to the shifting aethers, Tea Cake did not. He was a huge part of the rebuilding efforts in his home village, unaware that he was missing a feeling that everyone else had, one that had sunk into Hyadalen itself. Though he had always been resistant to magic and Quirks, the magnitude of the Calamity having no averse effects on him made him realize what it truly was.

Negation is as harmful as it is useful – a double-edged sword. With determination, it can be overcome, allowing Tea Cake to be healed via Cecily's Inoculation or healing magic, but it makes him vulnerable at the same time to anyone attempting to use their powers to cause internal damage. His ability to stave off the effect of Negation is largely dependent on willpower, and even with his focus fully committed to it, the window is brief. It makes him a less-than-optimal teammate, but the Company has refused his offers to step down and be replaced by someone easier to work with. Instead, they rely on quick, effective communication and Tea Cake's intensely-trained fighting abilities.

Negation also makes it beyond difficult for Tea Cake to practice magic more advanced than teleportation, but he has been seen practicing anyway, determined not to be held back by his Quirk.

[common-mushroom]

Consider this angst: bachelor/bachelorettes losing their spouse when a child is young,, how would they cope/remember

I’m assuming “losing” in this context means the death of a spouse, so I’m going to form their reactions accordingly.

PLEASE NOTE that I’m not in any way trying to romanticize or normalize the behaviors that I list below. I’m simply addressing how I think each character would honestly react in the event of their spouse dying.

TW: death, alcoholism, depression, other upsetting things related to death

Sebastian -he  would be completely broken in the early weeks/months of the tragedy, and would have Sam and Abigail help take care of his kid(s) during that time. He may or may not temporarily relapse into his smoking habit, which I think he would have quit for his spouse if not when he had a kid(s). He’d spend more time than usual hiding away in the office on his computer in the initial weeks following the loss. Once he got over the initial shock he would be sure to strongly uphold his spouse’s former traditions and habits so he could pass them on--the best way for him to honor his love.

Sam - assuming his spouse is the farmer, he would move back in to his parents’  place for a little while. he’d crash on the couch and put the kid(s} in his old bedroom. I think once the time is right, he’d move out on his own for a fresh start in a new city. It would still be a suburb, just not Pelican Town. he desperately needs to step away from the source of his pain. he’ll still bring his kid(s) back for visits throughout the year. eventually he’ll have the strength to tell his kid(s) more about their other parent when they get older.

Shane - as much as it hurts to say it, he’d absolutely relapse into some of his old habits with alcohol abuse, although he would take his kid(s) to Marnie’s or to another friend’s house because he never wants them to see him drink. the townspeople would help him channel his anger and sadness in healthier ways and he’d pick himself up pretty quickly simply out of survival instinct. he’d beat himself up afterwards for letting the kid(s) get affected by it. he’d make up for the momentary slip-up by being the best dad the kids could ask for from then onward. he’d stay single for a long time out of faithfulness to his beloved, but when the kids got older they’d encourage him to get back into dating.

Elliott - of course, he’d channel his pain into his writing; in the real world, he would not miss a beat, however, and he would continue to be a father to his children as best he could. he’d have some trouble at first because he’s never had to care for anyone other than himself before (at least not without the help of his spouse) but he’d learn to love being a single father. he’d read his writing to his kid(s) about his spouse so that they’d eventually know them as well as he did.

Alex - he would be openly emotional about the loss, telling his kid(s) that it’s okay to cry and express one’s feelings. the kid(s) may or may not find it strange that he’s so vulnerable, but they eventually realize it was his spouse that taught him to express himself in a healthy way, and they would respect him for it, especially in later years. he would keep a million mementos of his spouse tucked away in the attic/basement so that he can take a walk down memory lane whenever he sees fit.

Harvey - he’d take a great deal of time off from work to focus on being a stay-at-home dad for a while, as he gets the most emotional relief from taking care of those close to him. he’d help the town find a replacement doctor for a few years. when his kid(s) got old enough to go to kindergarten, he’d re-enter the practice. although he’d be really scarred from the loss, he’d be really strong and brave through the whole ordeal. he’d keep a lot of mementos and photos for his kid(s) and himself to enjoy. he’d be the type to re-marry but reminisce fondly about his former spouse.

Haley - out in the real world, she’d put on a strong face, but behind closed doors after the kid(s) were in bed, she’d allow her emotions to take over. she’d continue living her day-to-day life as usual until she’d break down one day, maybe in front of a close friend (alex?) who’d help her emotionally through the process. Alex would come over and they’d babysit the kid(s) together so she wouldn’t feel so isolated and lonely. If Haley is married to the farmer, she’d continue living in the farmhouse regardless of if she remarried or not, because she’d want to raise the kid(s) in the same atmosphere that the farmer lived in.

Emily - Emily is a spiritual person, so she’d do all kinds of cleansing rituals and so forth to help her heal. she may or may not get carried away and get the kid(s) involved in some of her rituals but it’d all be harmless stuff so it’s not a big deal. she’d still be sad about it and spend a lot of time in isolation, either in her room or at a quiet, serene place like the beach. Haley would move back in with her for the time being (if she’d already moved out) and help take care of the house, which would be severely neglected given Emily’s frequent dissociations. I imagine she’d have an item or items that symbolized her former spouse, and even once she moves past the brunt of the pain, she’d cherish that symbol, and god help anyone who dared to disrespect it.

Penny - she would be extremely attached to whoever she ends up marrying, so the loss will hit her VERY hard. the only thing that will get her through the pain would be the kids, who mean more to her than anything else in the world. she would dedicate 110% of her time to being a super mom, partially out of love and partially so she can avoid the reality of her situation. I think she would deny any support or help offered to her by Pam, because once she is married, I like to think she will have come to the realization of her mother’s toxic nature, and she will refuse to associate with her abuser ever again. Aside from Pam, she will welcome and even seek out support from others as she tries to move on. 

Leah - as to be expected, she will channel her experience into her art, and she will slowly start to become famous for the angst in her work. she will struggle to keep herself together, but will feel good knowing that she is finally able to support her family doing what she loves, even if her spouse is not there to see it happen. she will teach her kid(s) to be creative and emotional with whatever it is they are interested in, and I like to think at least one of them will become an artist of some sort when they are older. I think when she makes a name for herself, she will move to a quiet area just outside the city so she can commute in for work when need be. she will remain an isolated person with only a few close relationships; she will work her ass off so that she can keep her promise to her spouse to always follow her dreams.

Maru - like Leah, Maru will get super involved in her career, as if the loss motivates her to do even better. she will be dedicated, but she will always have a good balance between work and home life. she wants her kid(s) to have the best quality of life as possible. she will definitely stay in Pelican town, but she will likely have a place of her own on the outskirts of town (perhaps near the quarry?) where she can conduct her experiments in peace. she will always be thankful for the limited time she had with her spouse, even though after the initial impact, she will not speak of them much. part of her will always harbor a lot of pain from losing them, and she believes it’s healthier to keep it to herself and channel it in her work rather than get emotional about it and let it take over her life. after many years, she will finally have the strength to allow herself to think about it, and she’ll have a belated “breakdown” of sorts. by then, her kid(s) will be old enough to support her through it along with her friends and family in the valley. she will live the rest of her life peacefully knowing that she was able to address the elephant in the lab, so to speak.

Abigail - to me, Abby is the most likely to become self-destructive after the loss of her spouse. upon the initial discovery, she would find a babysitter and then go hide in the mine indefinitely, until one of the townspeople came to find her. I think she’d be very unpredictable and impulsive in the weeks following the tragedy. it’s possible that she would ask sebastian or sam to watch her kids while she went “away” for a couple weeks. i think [SPOILER] that she would go spend some time with her real dad, the wizard, and come back a lot healthier and happier somehow. she’d still be sad here and there about it, and would have bouts of depression for probably the rest of her life, but whenever she felt sad, she’d go on a walk and take the kids down to visit the wizard’s tower. they’d grow up to be as independent, wild, and magical as she is. 

There ya go anon! sorry this took so long. it was just really emotionally difficult to write some of these, as it’s a pretty heavy topic. hope you liked it anyway!