#love to see nature is healing further and further 🥰

[scarefox]

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[writerblue275]

How the Heartsteel members would take care of a sick/injured S/O.

Inspiration: Extremely self-serving, but I don’t care. I’m currently in the midst of a chronic illness episode. For me that involves an ungodly headache that can last for straight days, if not weeks, and other bs. All because my body can’t handle sodium 😭. If I don’t do something to distract myself, I’m going to cry, and I’d rather not do that, so here we gooooo.

Genre: Headcanon

Type: Fluff (very very slight angst in the concept [if you squint] just because you don’t feel good).

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader

Tw: None! This is pure fluff. 🥰

Aphelios

Aphelios would actually be a great caretaker.

I think a lot of this comes from an excellent example. We know Alune took care of Aphelios when he was injured/after his surgeries. Since he was the recipient of her wonderful care, he knows what to do.

Extremely prepared. He’ll work from your place as much as possible so he can be close by (he has that little mobile keyboard set up shown in his “what’s in my bag” pic). Excellent at running out to grab supplies/medication (I feel like he has an excellent memory so you just need to tell/show him something once). Also phenomenal at making sure you take your meds on schedule and changing any dressings/wraps.

If for some reason an extra set of hands is needed or Phel needs further advice on how to best care for you, you know who he’s texting? Alune! She is happy to help however she can because you’re her friend too and she hates knowing you’re sick/in pain.

I feel like Phel’s immune system is pretty strong so even if you were contagious, he’d cuddle you. If he was really worried, there’s always his mask. (Makes my public health heart sing.) He has many extras so you can snag one too in order to be doubly safe. You get those healing cuddles!

Ezreal

This is where Ezreal’s typical golden retriever energy is extra useful!!

Like genuinely I think Ez is a really really sweet “nurse” and will do an excellent job of taking care of you. Or at the very least, he’s great at distracting you and making you smile so you don’t feel as shitty/in pain.

I can’t see Ez cooking tbh (mood), but he is more than happy to order delivery/run to grab whatever carry out whenever you want it. If he can’t do it because he needs to stay with you for some reason, he’s texting Alune and the boys and practically begging them to help him out. (One of them always does. They love you and want you to heal.)

Also happy to run out to grab whatever supplies you need. This sweet green bean is so eager to help you heal that not only will he grab what you ask for, he’ll also grab other things that you might not need. He’s of the mindset it’s better to be overprepared rather than underprepared.

I can’t see Ezreal wanting to cuddle if you’re contagious, tbh, which is fair, but he’ll definitely make sure you have all the blankets and pillows you need. He will sit near-ish to you though and hold your hand. And if you’re not contagious? Oh he’s clinging to you as much as you want him to.

Kayn

Ok…so…this isn’t Kayn’s specialty as a partner, let’s be honest here.

Kayn is an amazing partner in so many other ways, but he’s not exactly...naturally nurturing? BUT that doesn’t mean he’s not going to try. He knows you need him, so he’s really going to put in a lot of effort to try and take care of you as best he can. (This secretly sweet rockstar!)

Kayn might fake grumble about it, but he will definitely go out and get whatever supplies you need. You may need to take a picture of a label/find one on the internet but he’s got you! (“Baby, there are so many CHOICES. How do I know which is the right one? I don’t want to get something you don’t need!”)

The first time you were sick/injured and he was with you, he texted the HS group chat for advice on how to take care of you and shocked everyone. (That was the moment the rest of HS knew Kayn was really head over heels for you. 🥹 <- Their faces as they read the texts.)

One thing I cannot see him doing is cuddling you when you’re sick (unless you’re not contagious). He doesn’t want to get sick himself. He will tuck you in and give you surprisingly soft forehead kisses though. He says they’re to check your temp but you know they’re to show he cares.

K’Sante

K’Sante is another member who just gives off such excellent and caring vibes. He has to come from a big, close-knit family, because he gives eldest brother vibes through and through.

Because of this, he’s perfect at taking care of you when you’re sick or injured. He’s done the same thing for his siblings/cousins many times.

Even though Sett is officially the best cook, I still fully believe K’Sante can throw down in the kitchen. Whenever possible, he’s making everything from scratch for you. You deserve it, after all. His meals alone will have you starting to feel way better.

He is fully stocked on OTC meds, ice packs, bandages, whatever you need. As a gym bro, K’Sante can get pretty sore, so he’s already got that stuff around for himself. Also, anything you need picked up, he’s got that taken care of.

As the eldest who took care of his younger family members, K’Sante’s immune system is PREPARED. Unless it is before a really big event, he would be fine cuddling you, even if you’re contagious. If it is close to a big event then he’s understandably a little more hesitant (he does have obligations to HS) but he’ll still be nearish to you and hold your hand so you know he’s there.

Sett

Ooooooh baby this is Sett’s time to fucking SHINE.

He was raised by his incredible Ma! Like of course Sett’s going to be really fucking good at taking care of you. (He already does an excellent job of doing that when you’re not sick/injured.)

We know he’s the best cook in the group so homemade soup/whatever comfort food you want/need you will have and it will be delicious. Really good about reminding you to take any meds you need to (he sets a reminder in his phone). Also fully stocked on OTC meds, medical wraps, ice packs, etc. Like he is PREPARED. (Perks of loving a gym bro.)

Happy to give you cuddles if that will help. I feel like Sett is another member that has an immune system of steel, so even if you’re sick, he’s still cuddling you if you want him to. (You definitely do like 95% of the time because how could you not?? Sett cuddles sound fucking elite!)

Worst-case scenario and you get sick while he’s traveling? He makes sure you are in the very best hands possible and sends in the big guns. That’s right, he has Ma come over to check on you/stay with you if need be (which she is happy to do because she adores you and loves how happy you make her son).

Yone

I think Yone would be a phenomenal “nurse!”

He might come across as cold/intimidating to those who don’t know him, but you always bring the soft side of him out. That’s totally applicable when you’re sick. Sweet Yone incoming!!

He cared for his younger brother Yasuo when he was sick or injured, so he is well versed in what supplies are useful for a multitude of ailments. Is well stocked on all of it too. If for some reason you need something and he doesn’t have it, he’s remedying that ASAP.

I’ve been thinking about whether or not Yone cooks. My gut says not really besides breakfast food. While he’s not going to make you homemade soup/your comfort food, you bet he’s asking Sett or K’Sante to make some for you. (They’re happy to do so. You keep your their producer sane. Helping you is self-preservation 😂.)

While he’s likely been injured many times, I feel like this beautiful motherfucker (affectionate!!) has never been ill a day in his life. His immune system is just that strong. Whatever the issue, he is down to give you whatever cuddles you desire. (I’m bringing back my headcanon of cuddly Yone and NO ONE CAN STOP ME 😋.) Enjoy the forehead kisses and sweet little verbal check-ins.

[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

How are you doing? ☺️

I was wondering if you could write a fic/ headcanons for Maedhros comforting a elf reader during her period.

Love you! (　＾ω＾)

Maedhros comforting you during your period

Author‘s note: This is fitting, I actually just got my period last week haha. Love you too! Enjoy!🥰

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Maitimo always notices when you’re not yourself or even just a little out of it

Taking care of people comes naturally to him, being the oldest son and firstborn prince, he’s used to it

So when you wake up this morning, curled into a fetal position, hiding underneath the blanket with your eyes shut in pain, he immediately knows what to do :)

He doesn’t speak much, makes a mental note to talk to you softly since there is a lot going on with you and he doesn’t want to agitate you any further

Mai is very observant. He always seems to know when to talk to you and when to leave you alone

Even when he has work to do, he’s always at your disposal, moving his affairs to the room next to your bedchamber just in case you needed something

He also makes sure to remind you that you don’t have to work, that you should take all the time you need to rest until you feel like you can be productive again

The second you call him he’s at your side, ready to bring you whatever it is you desire

“Mai?” your voice is weak, hands on your stomach as to calm the cramps shooting through your body “Yes, Melda. What do you need?”

He has had multiple trips to the healing quarters, asking the healers there how to help best during times like this because he wants to be a pillar of support as opposed to leaving you to suffer all by yourself

Mai is well-prepared, always ready to make your day better and seemingly never runs out of energy or patience

Probably because of his brothers and their shenanigans oop- Who wouldn’t have unlimited patience with siblings like that

When your cramps are particularly horrible, he sits next to you with a hot washcloth and gently wraps it around your lower stomach and back before opening the window

Even if you can’t move, he wants to make sure you get as much fresh air as possible

Whenever you have cravings, he makes sure to stock up on the specific items he knows you’ll ask for eventually

Cuddles are a must!!!

Mai always retires as early as possible during this time, so that he can hold you close for a while before going to sleep, because sometimes that is the most effective thing to do when you have mood swings

He can’t quite wrap his head around it, but whenever you snuggle into him, your entire being grows so much calmer and you seem to be in less pain

Maybe it’s his fëa comforting you from the inside <333

Either way, proximity and positive emotions on his part always prove themselves to be a huge help

All in all, having Mai as a personal comforter during your period is a 10/10, he really has everything under control and nothing seems to shake him and that’s on periodt see what I did there

[wifegideonnav]

alright day 3/6 down!

im so mentally drained lol, though in a very good way. i am so glad i have the next few days off for sure. honestly don’t have too much to say today? each successive trip has been less and less “logical” or “explicable” in words. if i had to summarize it tho, today was about learning to spread love outwards, to reflect that which i feel like has been flowing into me for the previous two trips. i just felt like i had so much gratitude and love for my people, but in this sort of deep/primal sense that i can’t capture in words. I guess the way to describe it is a feeling of being connected on a soul level. i came out of it with strong messages for several people in my life, and a desire to uplift my loved ones. i also feel more connected to nature, especially animals of all kinds.

they told me at the clinic that day three is when people really start turning a corner, and i definitely feel that within myself. i was saying to a friend, it’s hard to know how this new attitude will translate to my interactions out in life, as all ive been doing for the last 3 days is tripping, sleeping, and processing 😅 so not exactly representative of normal life. it’ll also be interesting to see how the changes im feeling develop or last over the long term, when im further away temporally from this experience. but as for now, i simply feel full of love and grace and gratitude.

this treatment is in no way a mental health panacea, and i know there’s so much more work im going to have to do. but in a way, for the first time that work feels… accessible in a way it never has before. ive pretty much always had the sense, ever since i started therapy, that talking, going through my logical brain, is not the way to healing for me. my brain is way too good at like. dodging attempts to logic itself out of depression, unhealthy thoughts, etc. so ive always had this sense that in order for the real work to begin, i need to access the deeper parts of my brain that run on emotion, not logic. the best way i can describe it is the difference between knowing or being told that i am loved and worthy, and actually feeling that in a visceral, all consuming way. it feels like i am unlocking the piece of me that was missing, or hiding, or starved. it’s accessing a part of me that i haven’t had access to, precisely by more or less shoving me into it, but in the most beautiful and gentle and teaching-based way.

really, the biggest shift ive felt mentally is this move away from anger, resentment, and the pain that comes from that. im now able to look back on past events with a sense of dawning peace and compassion, both for myself and the people who have hurt me. again, this is still just the beginning of the work, and im sure ill continue to be unpacking this for a long time to come. but for the first time, the dominant emotions ive been feeling are peace and contentment with being in the present moment. and even if this feeling doesn’t last, i know ill have the memory and experience of it to draw on in the future.

overall, im feeling good, im making strides, and im growing. i cannot articulate how grateful i am to have this opportunity; it’s horrific bullshit that not everybody has access to the same treatment. thank you all for being so supportive and respectful of my journey 🥰 ill be back with another recap on monday!

[andromedaexists]

Hell fucking yes I saw the polytheist ask list so tell me the answers to 1, 12, 13, 17, and 20!! Pretty please 💕

Listen I literally saw the ask and went "i need alex to see this". I am so pumped for this!!!!

1. What’s your least favorite myth?

So, unsurprisingly I do have a least favorite myth. Even less surprising it's because of how the subject of the myth is treated. What may show as a bit of a surprise, though, is that it's the Andromeda myth.

I have a... rocky relationship with my mother, so Andromeda always hit home for me. However, it was always in a "i see how you're being treated and I am metaphorically and emotionally being treated the same way and I hate that for us".

Further surprising info now that that has been brought to light: I have (obvs) made my online persona named Andromeda after this myth because I have the constellation of Andromeda and Cassiopeia tattooed on my arm!

2. What has been your favorite interaction with a deity so far?

Okay, so this might actually have to go in the lore files.

Did you know that I was in a frat? Granted it was only for a year before the pandemic hit and I transferred schools and dropped the frat, but I was a brother for a time.

Around this time I had also developed a very sudden and intense interest in making wine and mead. Something that I grew up doing but have not done in over a decade at that point.

I had also just started branching out in my beliefs after healing my trauma from my Roman Catholic upbringing. Crystals started piling up in my dorm room, specifically fluorite and amethyst.

Ya wanna know why? Ya wanna know who was tryinna be like "hey, pay attention to me"???

Mother Fucking Dionysus

anyways, he was the first deity I worked with and now that I have moved on I do not have the overwhelming desire to make wine that I will not drink all the time.

3. What is your favorite devotional act?

I have recently started dedicating my writing time as a devotional act. Specifically when I set myself up in a cemetery or by the river. It's my favorite place to write and lets me feel connected to both nature and Thanatos and I just love that 🥰

4. Do you have any UPGs?

I do! It is apparently an uncommon UPG to feel comforted by Thanatos. Now, one of the issues I had with my upbringing was the idea that God was with you at all times, and I still have the same disinterest in that idea with this new belief.

However, when I do my offerings and shit I feel comforted by his presence.

I am much more comfortable with death than a lot of people are, and I feel like that has a hand in this.

Also just a lot of the associations I have with Thanatos are technically UPG since he was not really worshipped in the ancient times. but, y'know

5. What’s something new you want to try in your worship?

I would like to try incorporating non-traditional acts of death into my practice.

Like dedicating the end of a WIP to Thanatos, or the end of a book I'm reading. Dedicating not only the growing of certain florals to him, but also the inevitable death of those plants.

Just looking for and accepting death in all it's forms as it comes into my life!

[lokisprettygirl]

Awww...I had goosebumps...soaking in the tub, they're so cute like everytime when they're together 🥰, pampering each other. Bluey is very understanding that y/n is struggeling with being a mother for Alvis, and telling her about his additional skills is more than enough for today. I woud freak out when my boyfriend would tell me he's not just a prince but also a GOD 😳🤯😂...but I wouldn't mind his longlife experiences 😏😏.

'...no matter what my decision will be, I'll never ever make you choose between us or make you leave him.'

It will still be a topic between them to talk about.

If one a****le is gone the next one knocks at your door 🤬...Tony Stark. He and his blockheads seem to be more dangerous than Rogers. Tony, you are the next one on my list now 😈😈🔪🔪🔪. Leave them alone! No one hurts my BluBlu again!

Stark knows something and becomes suspicious. Fortunately Bluey trust his intention and heard that y/n wasn't alone when she came back home. Right in time he was able to hide any evidence of his existence as Bluey in y/n's life and changed his appearance. It was smart of y/n to tell Stark she has a boyfriend but I'm sure he absolutely doesn't believe her what she told him. The situation becomes more and more dangerous. Bluey and y/n need a hideout soon where they can live in peace...😔💙❤️

Anxiety attacks are the worst thing you can have and I feel so sorry for them that both have to make this experience. I wish I had a Bluey in these situations, he would be my cure and my savior. 💙💙

Bluey and his insecurity broke my heart 🥺😭. He really needs to heal further, too. I was hurting when he said to y/n, he was scared to show her his human/asgardian look and y/n might not love him anymore as Bluey...

But Bluey is the man y/n fell in love with. She might going to see it as an advantage to walk around like a 'normal couple' in the city, if necessary , but she would never force him to change his natural form because she knows how much he dislike the human appearance, that it makes him feel uncomfortable. She is not like Priscilla but it shows how much that person hurt him🥺.

We only want him to feel good and happy 🥰💙❤️. Can I please hug, pamper and cuddle him and....😏😏...you know what I mean...😉😂❤️‍🔥💙🧊

I loved this chapter my Queen 👑 and I love you 💙💚❤️

Yeah like she had no idea who he actually is and now he's the god from Norse Mythology? That would fuck with me NGL.

Yeah Tony Stark is evil evil in this and he must want his science experiment back.

He's definitely insecure about his appearance and it's not just because of Priscilla but also his past. And yes that is an added advantage because now she can walk around with him and show him the city. Take him to parties and their friend's wedding. But ofcourse she'd never force him to look that way.

You should definitely do all that because he deserves it 😏😏💚

I love you too queen 😍💚

[noa-ciharu]

tsubasa for the ask meme!

I'll have to include side characters as otherwise we have, like... total 4 (and a half, must not forget Mokona) Oh boy here we go:

Blorbo: oke I love them all obviously, but there's special place for Fai. When I first watched TRC anime when I was 15 i was like are we so lucky to have such beautiful main character?? Not side one for 2-3 eps but main?? God bless. And his style is just 👌. Ofc that all came at cost of angst, cuz God forbid we have stunning guy without angst. It's like that idea of love ar first sight but it's blorbo at first sight. For Kurogane it was "this guy is too pretty... which is pretty suspicious" at first sight. Ofc that's just a beginning, don't even get me started on his complexity and development. He went through such bs life and is like, one of the top 5 most tragic clamp characters (which says a lot, it's clamp duh) but has such kind heart and - okay I have to stop at some point 🥺

Skrunkly: Fai Sakura and Sayoran! I remember that one scene in Outo when she wore that rly cute maid outfit and they both were so shy and cute around each other and someone teased them. My heart melted like aww. Ofc there were many many moments before shit went down but that one is 🥰

Scrimblo bimblo: this is hard to answer cuz all other chars are from other series actually. But let's say Ashura (both) and Yasha since I don't see much RG veda stuff as much as CCS, xxxHolic, TB/X ect. Also Mokona since she's one of the crew technically (probs cuz she's not human). Also let's add infinity crew which is never talked about because we TRC fans simply dont talk about infinity angst and double divorce.

Glup shitto: like all my favs from other clamp series: Yuuko, Watanuki, Kamui and Subaru, Sorata and Arashi in first arc, Tomoyo, Yuki and Touya (married in every universe oh at least they're angst free 🥺), Seishirou (I'll never let him live down with that cringe moments in Outo and Nihon neither should you guys), Kenddapa and Souma, Ashura, Eagle, Chii (she does nothing rly in trc but too cute not to include) ect...

Poor little meow meow: Fai ofc he's poor little meow meow he even identifies as a cat (black one to the boot, oh the irony). I think it's pretty self-explanatory why. Also ofc Kurogane, Sayoran and Sakura with all that happened in their pasts and during the series. Especially that one arc about Kuro's past, it was tragic but what got me was when Sayoran had thay blank look on his face and tears were rolling down his face. Ofc in Outo too when he thought Fai was eaten alive by those demons... only afterward you know why he was so shocked...

Horse plinko: as someone who actually loves to torments characters to witness complexity of human nature in fiction, I'll say none of them. TRC is like a slow therapy of ups and downs, of finding indenitity and in order for that to happen and scars to start healing you must revisit your past and places where pain lies, thus allegory of dimension travell. To learn self value and that suffering in silence makes those who love you suffer as well. To reconstruct destructive beliefs of self and worldview you had into something healthier. To accept that you matter to those around you; what a true sacrifice should look like, what strength is. And oh so many more. Clamp could have easily killed or left traumatized in the end, any of them, but the point was process of healing. So I feel that traumatizing and providing further hurt with no comfort would feel really off in context of TRC, especially post Nihon arc. That sounded too deep for a meme ask so to answer: Subaru

Eeby debby: Kyle and all that crew. As for main ones, they've been in Acid Tokyo, superhell would be a holiday vacation in comparison.

Send me a fandom and I'll tell you my:

[rose-wine-selfships]

For the gemstone selfship asks: peridot, labradorite and ametrine for Frodo? (@allhailknifeprincess)

Thank you so much love! I absolutely loved answering these questions from my inbox! 😍🥰

Peridot: How did you and your F/O meet, and what were your first impressions of each other?

We met at Rivendell, where the high elves, dwarves, and men came together to decide who will bear the ring and who will protect the ring bearer. Frodo at the time was very nervous, but he got over his anxiety the moment he saw me sitting across from him. He thought I was really pretty for a petite female human. Frodo asked about me through Gandalf, and he told Frodo that he didn’t know me well, but he could sense a positive, gentle magic aura around me. I gave him a shy smile and Frodo couldn’t stop staring at me while I tried to convince the Elvish counsel to go on the Fellowship journey. Eventually, Elrond decided I would go as the tenth walker since I would be a good medic/emotional support system for the rest in the Fellowship. He figured out I was an Empath, a rare kind of human with supernatural powers that could heal beings through touch, and hence why I was incredibly valuable to them.

However, I could also absorb the feelings of other people and have strong reactions to negative emotions. The entire counsel was thrown into a shouting match over who would carry the ring or destroy it. It was too much for me, and I soon had a meltdown over the emotions of the people arguing with each other there and the evil influence of the ring. Frodo definitely took notice and he couldn’t stand seeing me in pain. Then he stood up from his chair and said he will take the ring to Mordor.

As soon as he said that, the entire room went silent. Once Frodo was set on his goal, they finally accepted his quiet and strong will to bear Sauron’s evil ring. I gently smiled and nodded while mouthing a quiet “Thank you” across to him. Frodo then turned a bright shade of red, and then became quite shy and embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. Ever since then, Frodo couldn’t stop thinking about me and let me get closer to him as we went further on our journey to Mordor. 💖💕

Labradorite: What do you think the future holds for you and your F/O? Do you have any particular plans?

I think we’ll be pretty set in our future. After we threw the ring into the fiery depths of Mordor, we made a promise on marrying in The Shire, or rather Frodo’s homeland. I did marry Frodo soon after, and we became the married couple most hobbits envied because our love was that strong. However, over the years, Frodo’s pain in his physical and mental state was way too strong. Not even I could heal the deep scars he had in his left shoulder from the morgul blade.

It got to the point where he couldn’t bear it anymore and decided to board the ship to the afterlife with his uncle Bilbo. He tried to convince me to stay in the mortal realm, but I absolutely refused. Through my tears, I said a life without him was a life I’ll never live. Frodo then decided to bring me aboard to the ship and we set sail on our departure. We said our goodbyes to all our hobbit friends before then. After that, we had so many more adventures loving each other in the afterlife, forever and for always. 💕💞💖

Ametrine: How do you and your F/O deal with cold weather? Which of you favours it more?

To be honest, Frodo can put up with cold weather way more than me because he’s a hobbit. He’s used to the winters in The Shire. Plus his natural tendency to be very warm blooded and covered in thick hair makes him a natural furnace. Sometimes when we’re out of blankets, I cuddle him like crazy because he’s so warm! 🥰🥰🥰

As for me, I can’t STAND the cold! Ughhhh!! If it’s extreme winter temperatures I get very fussy. It’s no fun for me to be out shoveling the snow too, lol. I still do that regardless so I can help keep our “hobbit-hole” or cottage clean. Frodo then rewards me with taking me inside, making me hot tea, cuddling with him under the blankets and giving me kisses to warm me up. It always works every time! Plus, there’s no one else I’d rather be with than him. 🥰🌹🍷✨

[sebsxphia]

aaaaaaaaah beck! beck! beck! you have no idea how excited i was when i read this! i love you being the community’s lore and i hope you enjoy my additions and answers below! i love you so much, mwah! 🥰💗🫶🏼

For the nature of this series seeing such a domestic scene made my stomach drop bc we all know another shoe is going to drop, we just don't know what it is quite yet. Rhett is so in love with Lamb, we don't know what it's going to drive him to do. He's been escalating the intense and almost violent (consensually but there has been this increasing dark twisted edge to it. I think the knife play was more for him than for them. They benefited from it but he was hungry for them in a very different way than they were.) ways he loves them. It feels like his love for Lamb is healing and poisoning him at the same time. (Idk if that makes sense) Salvation and damnation.

this makes perfect sense my love! i get exactly what you’re describing with his love healing and poisoning him at the same time. and yes, r.a. was more for him than little lamb 🥴 i’m so pleased to hear that the domestic scenes made you uneasy because that’s exactly what i was aiming for. domestic love between two people should be so heartwarming, but this is different, this isn’t normal and that’s what makes it so unnerving.

I think this is the first time in this whole series that we've seen him something other than cock sure and confident. This humanizes him to me. I want to let my guard down around him bc he's showing such a human emotion. It's showing how much he cares about Lamb. I find it really interesting that Lamb had no emotional reaction to this, no immediate matching concerns, no spouting of questions, just acceptance.

Oh man, I love this imagery. He's choking on his fear, real fear. Further humanizing him. Not his usual facade (but also not a facade) of being stoic, steadfast pillar of a man.

I can't get enough of you showing Rhett being emotionally fucked up over this meeting with the stranger. Him being prepared for a car chase. Him chewing his cheeks. Again Little Lamb isn't really reacting emotionally to what Rhett is putting out. They don't ask him what's wrong, just gives him a comforting smile and goes to sleep. (This characterization is really interesting to me)

Why did he have to steal them? Was it because he didn't have money for the man?

aaaaaaah yes yes yes! this is exactly how i wanted it to come across. the humanization of a so far, head strong and cocksure preacher who has no doubts.

he had to steal the keys to the home because neither of you have the money. it could only be done in a public setting where a cop was present. not only would rhett be done for caring a gun and threatening a man, the cop would also find little lamb in the front seat of his truck who’s been missing for months. i wanted to depict the very real reality that rhett is currently facing. it humanizes him and also shows how much he loves little lamb, that this is what he’s willing to do. the characterization of little lamb accepting this, i hope, depicts the deep and emotional trust that they have for rhett.

i hope all of the above comes across! 🥹

I feel like the gospel radio was done intentionally by Rhett. Keeping up appearances? Pavloving Lamb into a continued state of calm? Who knows.

oh for sure! he doesn’t want his precious little lamb to worry. everything’s okay with the sound of familiar song.

Ooof again the domesticity gets me in the heart. I honestly love them having these moments together. They're building the life they want together. The life God (Rhett) destined them to have. I want to refurnish and refurbish furniture with him and make a house a home.

aaah i’m so pleased you love these little moments 🥹 i want the same. it was actually very sweet to write and it even made me forget for a while what i had planned. i think it showcases their brief happiness 🥹

This feels like a juxtaposition. Playful meets dangerous. Light meets dark. Heaven meets hell. Rhett has shed his skin suit. I think his Heavenly peace is in the absolute that those weapons could bring.

eeeeeeeeeek yep yep yep! you got it beck!

To me if feels like maybe Rhett put that on the bed on purpose. Setting something up. Setting the scene.

again, you got it beck! i see you 🤭 he absolutely put the lingerie set on the bed on purpose. he was setting little lamb up for the slaughter.

We've been working up to this. Hopelessly devoted and blind to the true intentions of their precious Preacher. Rhett's work has paid off.

yep! i love the idea of rhett’s work paying off. i think that’s a fantastic characterization my love!

This drives home who God is to them. Maybe they also view him as Saintly. It feels like his divine right. He always been destined to be their God. Does this insinuate that they have an inkling to what's about to take place?

everything you described of how little lamb views them is spot on, but i still don’t think they had an inkling to what was about to take place, and i just think that’s so sad. to me, the prayer was to remind them who and what rhett is to little lamb and what he’s provided them with.

I feel like we are coming full circle. It's a Thursday again. Mundane, domestic, boring. Nothing out of place, nothing sinister about it. Nothing to hint at the brutality that's about to take place. Contrasting ideas again.

Your foreshadowing is amazing Seb, it's always subtle and sometimes you really have to look for it. I feel ill at ease. Uncomfortable and scared. The gravity of the situation is settling into my bones.

yesssss ahhhhh! omg i’m so pleased that the foreshadowing was received and the gravity of the situation is settling 🥹 you are spot on my love!

AHHHH the capitalization is perfection. God's leaving again. Later on you capitalized Devilishly as well. I see you Seb, I see you.

hehe i see you beck, i see you! 🤭

They then get stuck in this time stand still where he's just staring at their neck. With intention. Yet Lamb describes him being loving. They're in different books.

He pulls out the knife and Lamb has this immediate fear response. They had that in r.a but they were equally flooded with arousal. This is different. I think they can feel the shift in Rhett and the atmosphere that's occurring in their bedroom.

exactly, exactly, exactly! there is a bitter sweet moment when lamb still sees rhett as rhett, as a man who looks lovingly upon them. but lamb has familiarized themselves with him, they know him, and they know that when he pulls out the knife that it is different.

Oh the finality of it. I don't know how long Rhett had decided to kill and eat Lamb but we know that once it was decided it was a set deal. Nothing could or would change his mind. It's his purpose. The one good thing he could do in the eyes of God. The ultimate form of protection. I love how you referenced the forest scene, tying back to what we got a glimpse of.

you are so right, it is his purpose and it is the ultimate form of protection for rhett. you know i just had to reference back to the forest scene! they are frighteningly similar to each other and when you know what happens to little lamb, it makes august underground way worse.

He then kills them. It's brutally normal. We talked about how brutality meets religious imagery and you captured it perfectly. They still love Rhett and vocalize that as their choking on their own blood that their beloved Preacher has spilt. How does he feel when they tell him he loves them as they actively bleed out by his hands? Does he feel holy? Does he feel worshiped?

aaaaah, thank you so much my love! i’m so pleased that came across 🥹 he feels, loved, and he does still love little lamb. he will always love little lamb. but he feels loved too in a Holy sense, therefore you could argue that yes, he does feel worshipped, but that was never his intention to be worshipped by little lamb. to be loved by little lamb is all he needs. i like to think that again, beyond the religious imagery that this is a very tragic love story.

There is something tragically beautiful in the way he lays them down so they just look like they're resting. Giving them a peaceful rest after a violent ending.

right?! he would never want his little lamb to be in pain or lying uncomfortably. that’s why he plans to eat them so quick, so they’re not alone in the basement downstairs.

I said this on your last fic but again I think Rhett is bathing himself clean in their blood. Finding refuge in the blood he's spilt. Finding safety in their last breaths.

yesssss! oh, “finding safety in their last breaths.” beck, that is beautiful! you have captured this perfectly. i’m so honored!

When they switch from saying Rhett to Preacher Rhett it feels like they've started to try and bargain with God.

exactly! as i mentioned earlier, they know when he pulled out the knife that he was different and as they’re pleading with preacher abbott, it’s to try and connect with rhett to remind him of when they first met, and to bargain with God. as by this point, lamb also sees him as God. i hope that makes sense?

After death I think Lamb finally understands what's happening. This is poetic I think. Enlightenment after death where you can't do anything with this newfound wisdom. This whole piece was really poetic and tragically beautiful. We knew that something was going to happen yet we weren't prepared to deal with the extreme that Rhett went with. This was shocking and jarring in a really good way. You drove home the reality of the situation. It was just a normal Thursday, nothing provoked him. I mean we could see that that decision was building up in him and he was getting impatient. Yet it was still a shock. He had Heaven in his lap and decided that it was safer in the Garden of Eden that is housed in his body.

I apologize if I repeated a lot of the same words and themes. I truly love how you've written this universe. The twists and turns. You've done their journey such justice. I have loved the ride you've taken us on. There were so many twists and turns.

oh goodness, beck my love! please don’t apologise at all. you are completely right that yes, sadly it is only after death that little lamb realizes what is happening to them and i think that again, it is so sad. i cannot thank you enough for your truly incredibly kind and thoughtful words, your support and all of your comments and questions! you’ve made writing this such a joy and i’ve always been so excited to read what you think. i adore your perspective on this series and i cannot wait for you to read the last chapter! i’m so, so honored that i’ve done their journey such justice 🥰

Side note: I listened to two songs that reminded me of this fic. Breezeblocks by Alt-J (though I really like the cover by Taylor Rae) and Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens.

This made me think of Preacher Rhett and the Godly skin he wore.

i’m sooooooooo happy you mentioned these two songs because funnily enough! i already have them on my preacher!rhett playlist 🤭 i listened to them as well and thought that they were so preacher!rhett! i love us 💗 mwah! 🫶🏼💗

ptolemaea. | the family tree in god’s country.

preacher!rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: you and rhett have finally found peace within your home, and rhett wishes to reassure you that he’ll protect you forever.

￫ word count: 3.5K.

￫ c/w: heavy religious themes, knives, blood, death and preacher!rhett abbott.

￫ a/n: as always, i’d highly recommend listening to ‘south alabama (god’s country demo)’ and ‘family tree’ by ethel cain when reading! a huge thank you to @sunblchdfly and @becks-things who continually encouraged and inspired me. i love you both very much! there’s only one more chapter left after this! and… i’m sorry <3 this is part of ‘ptolemaea. | the verses.’ my main masterlist can be read here! 💌

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The coastline of California, though far off in your line of vision, sparkled with what appeared like crystals dancing above the waves as they crashed against each other. That was your line of sight for the next three days that passed in your final resting place of the last Motel you would ever stay in.

On the drive out West, when you poked at your Preacher and asked him what the plan was when you couldn’t drive further, he would simply squeeze at your cheeks and tell you, “Don’t y’ worry your pretty little head.”

Momentarily, it was a softening blow to your anxieties of having no real plan. Instead, Rhett guided you to pray with him and trust that he, and God, had a plan for you.

During your last night's stay in the Motel room, he came through the front door and kicked it behind him with his boot heel as he spoke on the phone, signalling that it was coming to an end.

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll see y’ tomorrow. God bless.” He tapped on his phone screen to end the call and threw it onto the Motel bed. A long exasperated sigh left his lips. It was the sound of tiresome relief as he ran his hands down his face. When he caught your gaze, his lips quirked up into a smile and he took several strides over to you on the bed to pick you up by your waist and spin you around.

You let out a squeal and playfully batted on his shoulders. “Rhett! Rhett! What is it?”

“I got us a place t’ stay, sweet lamb,” he placed you back down on the ground but still kept you close. “It’s Arizona, a small town called Green Bowl, but ‘parently they nickname it the Dust Bowl. I need to meet a guy in the mornin’ ‘nd then we’ll drive over.”

You mirrored his smile with your giddiness and buried your face into the crook of his neck. He pulled you in close to his torso, warm from the California heat. A sigh filled with content escaped your lips and your eyes fluttered close for a moment. You matched Rhett’s relief and you could feel his heart pounding in time with yours as rested against his chest, him swaying you gently.

“Our own home. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Your voice was hushed against the fabric of his shirt. “It’s all God ever wanted, right?”

Rhett swallowed thickly and one of his hands came up to trail his fingers through your hair. “Right, my sweet lamb.”

When the morning came, you packed up your few and scattered belongings from the Motel room and let Rhett drive out to a nearby diner.

It was just a Thursday. The morning sun was beating down on Rhett’s truck. It was nowhere near the hottest point of the day, but the morning dew heat wouldn’t let up nonetheless. The streamlines of sunlight bounced off your passenger seat window as you watched your Preacher make his way into the diner. It wasn’t right for you to join him. He told you he had to do this himself.

But, there was concern in his voice when he climbed out the driver's door. He left you a pack of his favourite smokes and a note. “If somethin’ goes bad, read this ‘nd fuckin’ drive.”

You had a complete view of the windows to the diner and you opted for people watching. An elderly couple was sitting together and peacefully enjoying their morning breakfast. A cop was sitting up high on a stool and presumably sinking his third coffee of the day. There were a handful more odd people dotted around, some who you suspected were truck drivers and now being five hours into their twelve-hour shift.

The mellow tune of some local gospel radio station was playing quietly as your gaze drifted back to Rhett and followed him. He cocked his fingers upwards to wave to a man at the opposite end of the diner. The stranger nodded back and walked down the length of the windows towards him. The cop was situated four seats down from the front door where the stranger had now met your Preacher.

Rhett lifted his Stetson off his head and held it between their torsos. You saw him reach out his arm to presumably shake the man's hand. They were exchanging words and polite smiles. It all appeared amicable and you consciously let the anticipated breath you were holding go. You were so close to having your own home with your Preacher. Somewhere that was quiet and where you’d never be disturbed by any judgmental and wandering eyes. You were hours away from living in peace with the man you loved. You couldn’t help but feel on edge.

You blinked and the meeting was over. Rhett exited the diner quicker than he went in. He careered round to the driver's side and hopped in, his boot pressing quickly to the accelerator and pulling off from the diner. He had planned for a car chase down the highway if necessary.

He chewed furiously at the inside of his cheeks for a while before snapping back to his reality where his little lamb was sitting next to him and hanging off his words. He swallowed thickly and bit back a grimace with a faux smile. “All done. On our way to Dust Bowl. Say goodbye when we hit Route one-two-two.”

Rhett’s voice was extremely rugged. His breathing matched in frantic gasps. He sounded as though he was underwater when he spoke to you. He was gulping down seawater and spluttering over his lap. You were none the wiser to the fact that Rhett’s pocket pistol was sat snuggly against the waistband of his jeans and it had just been pressed against the stranger's torso to steal the key to your new home.

You flashed him a comforting smile and let your head fall to the glass pane of the passenger window, watching the road move at speed. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the knowledge that you were some time away from your new home, gave your body the excuse to allow your eyes to droop and fall asleep.

As fast as the road was moving in your eye line, was as fast as it took until you were comfortably moved into your home. It happened within the blink of an eye.

It was a rickety house far off from the dusty roads or any traces of life. There was an old barn that was falling apart, but it sat upon acres of country land, stretching as far as your eyes could make out. Between the barn and your house sat a pond. Nature had overtaken most of it with reeds sheltering all the edges, except for one small gap that sat in line with your back porch. Rhett dipped his feet when he arrived on the first day and declared that it was clean enough for you both.

Your home was delicate, but it didn’t take long for you and Rhett to do it up and make it your own. Old furnishings left over were drawn up and cared for, restored to life by the nimble craftsmanship of your Preacher. Other odd pieces of furniture were found on the side of roads, or in lonesome antique stores. Several empty rooms lay dormant, but you had made out your kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and a small living space where you could lay on a scratchy sofa and watch fuzzy television.

The final room that lay empty was the basement at the bottom of the house. You rarely went down there. Rhett had insisted that the stairs leading down were too old and he wouldn’t want you to slip and fall and hit your head. Due to the cool conditions of the basement, he kept a freezer down there for some food and other than that, he kept the door bolted shut. A silk pink ribbon that was yours, was wrapped in a neat bow around the lock.

The days were peaceful. You created an ebb and flow between you both of repairing the house where it needed it most. You would smile lovingly at Rhett as you washed your hands before sitting down to eat at your kitchen table, and he would mirror back the same lovesick smile.

Heavenly peace.

But behind the wall and above your bed, one of the wooden panels had come ajar. It was enough room for Rhett to store his pocket pistol and hunting knife, far from prying eyes.

At night he’d go down to your basement and pace the cold floor, muttering the same verse repeatedly. He would fetch a glass of water and return to your sleeping frame, but not before staring coldly at the panel and back down at you. They were dead eyes shining bright within the darkness of your home and yet, you were none the wiser to your Preacher finding his Heavenly peace.

One piece of furniture that you managed to salvage was an old dresser. The paint was peeling away off the wood and the mirror was clouded as you sat on the stool, three weeks into living your newfound and Holy life.

You were adorning the same set Rhett had filmed you in. You had only come upstairs to grab a plaid shirt from your bedroom, but you spotted it laying in the perfect place at the end of your bed and it reminded you of something. You admired yourself in the reflection of the mirror and you were presented with more marks blooming from your Preacher. Some were new from the first nights he had you in your bed, but the rest were old and fading against your skin. They were all over your body and as you sat in the lingerie set, they came to remind you of who you used to be.

A lost little lamb who gave themselves up from the herd and gave yourself to Preacher Abbott in the offering. When he spoke, he would demand his silence against you. You were guided by him and you knew, after he disclosed to you about his past that he had taken the noose off himself and had it wrapped tightly around your hand. You would follow him wherever he would go, like a lamb to the slaughter. But Hell didn’t scare you, not when you had Rhett.

You rested your elbows on the dresser top and clasped your hands together. Your eyes closed and you muttered close into your flesh, “Father Abbott, forgive these bones I’ve been hiding and the bones I’m about to leave. Take me down to the river and bathe me clean—”

A creak on the floorboards in the hallway startled you momentarily and you lifted your head and put your praying hands into your lap. Rhett was leaning against the doorway frame with his arms crossed over his broad chest and a sinful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He was still wearing the white t-shirt from his day, but stains of dirt and grass were splattered over it, mixed with the heavy musk of labour induced sweat. His hair at the back of his neck was licked upwards in the same sweat and he held his cap in his battered hand. His eyes reflected off the setting sun of a Thursday evening and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip.

“My sweet lamb,” he purred with intrigue. “You’re dressed for the slaughter again, ‘nd you look so pretty.”

Your cheeks failed you as they turned a rosy blush and you bit down on your bottom lip.

“I just saw it, lyin’ there and I want—”

Rhett shushed you tenderly and pushed himself off the door frame, stalking over to you with intent in his strides. His large hands squeezed at your sides and lifted you off the stool with a small yelp of laughter from yourself. He buried his nose into your neck as he carried you to your bed, and inhaled your familiar scent deeply. He brought you down to the bed with him, lying on his back and having you straddle him over his jean-clad waist, his belt buckle ever so slightly digging into your bare thighs.

His calloused hands never left your hips and his fingertips dug into your flesh, lightly pinching at you. Occasionally his thumb dipped downwards to trace the scarring of R.A., still etched on you. One of his hands roamed upwards and curved along your ribs, still pinching at you. His eyes intensely followed the movement of his hands and they burned into your skin. There was still a faint trace of the Heavenly smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, but it was fading.

“Look at you. You are s’ precious to me, little lamb. I love ‘nd cherish you from Heaven to Hell. On our trip, I’ve always protected you ‘nd now, I truly can, forever. No one can hurt you anymore, lamb.”

His words were kind, but his eyes were flooding colder.

“Every night I’ve repeated the same verse,” Rhett continued. “The one who does what is sinful is of the Devil because the Devil has been sinnin’ from the beginning.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and your head cocked slightly to the right in confusion. His roaming hand snaked over your shoulders and brushed over your neck, moving your stray strands of hair to sit behind you.

He was still like that for a while. His eyes never left the sight of the flesh on your neck. It felt as though time had stilled completely, and all that could be felt in the world was the moment of your Preacher’s hands resting lovingly on you.

Your body jumped an inch when he took in a deep gasp, as if to stir himself awake and that he had been sleeping with his eyes open. His thumb found his mark on your hipbone again and his eyes finally locked back to your concerned gaze. He moved the pad of his thumb over the scar in consistent circles.

“Y’ trust me, little lamb? To always protect you? Always keep y’ safe?”

You flinched again as his thumb left your hip to reach underneath the pillow where his head lay. Your breath hitched tightly in your throat and got caught in your lungs. Your rib cage constricted around you and your eyes went wide as they scanned the broad blade of Rhett’s hunting knife.

You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Your eyes scanned frantically over your Preacher’s eyes, to try and find something you knew as familiar, to try and locate where Rhett was.

But they were cold and his Heavenly smirk was wiped from his features. Only a Devilish smirk lay on his lips. The same face you had witnessed in the forest.

“Rhett… Preacher Abbott, I do trust you. I know you’ll always keep me safe, here, in our home. Hell don’t scare me.” Your voice started to plead with him and came out barely above a whisper.

You were fearful of losing him.

“Please let me stay with you forever.”

“You poor thing. Sweet, mournin’ lamb. There’s nothing you can do, it’s already been done.”

The slice of the blade from Rhett’s hunting knife was thin and precise across your neck. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as you had imagined, not when God’s hands were holding onto your waist tenderly to keep you upright.

The first thing you saw was the blood. Your neck was spraying the crimson colour like the food court fountain in your home town. It splattered mindlessly across Rhett’s face and trickled down his intact neck, to stain his musky-coloured t-shirt. It wouldn’t stop pouring from your own, wouldn’t stop coating your neck and chest. It dribbled continuously onto your hand and down your forearms, as you clutched feebly at your neck with one hand. It was on instinct, you suppose.

The corners of your vision were growing bleaker with each passing second. Your eyes were piercing into Rhett’s own. He didn’t twitch or blink for the passing moments. Just a cold-blooded stare, except for the faint trace of that smile on his lips.

He mouthed something, but your hearing had all but gone by this point. It was draining out as the blood drained ceremoniously from your neck.

“I love you, Rhett,” You replied in thought, as you felt your hands and feet become unresponsive, the rest of your body turning cold.

Rhett watched as his hunting knife was quickly drawn across your neck and as your soul drained from the slit and fell into his lap. You were about to be his, forever.

“I’ll always love you,” Rhett spoke out loud.

“I love you, Rhett,” you gargled out between mouthfuls of your blood, some of it splattering further onto Rhett and coating him with you.

His hands on your waist were there to steady your chilling body as you limply fell forward onto him. He manoeuvred himself to slide out from underneath you and lay you down on the bed, to look as though you were sleeping peacefully to any passersby.

His hunting knife was laying next to you with your blood shining off it and coating it whole. He picked it up and twisted it in his hand, the reflection catching in the setting Arizona sun. He lifted it to his lips and his tongue darted out to catch the first, fresh droplets. They dripped down to the back of his throat and when he swallowed, his teeth were stained once again with your blood.

While your blood was still warm, his index finger dipped in between the incision and gathered up some more. It painted his finger his favourite colour and covered it whole. He eagerly popped it into his mouth and groaned as he tasted the bitter, yet sweet, metallic taste of his little lamb. Once removing his finger, he admired how it glistened in the low light cutting through his thin, lacy, bedroom curtains. Your blood had stained the tip of his finger, perfectly. It was like a piece of artwork you entrusted him with, which he would treasure forever.

With his hunting knife still in hand, he squatted down and reached under your bed to retrieve a ziplock bag. The knife fell heavy into the plastic and he zipped it shut and placed it carefully next to you.

A deep and guttural breath was inhaled through his nostrils, before he exhaled and sat down on the edge of your bed, next to your dead body. His hand didn’t shake as he reached up to your forehead and twisted a piece of your hair behind your ear. Another heavy breath left him before he spoke out into your now, empty home.

“Your dumb luck got you into this place, little lamb. You’re gon’ be with me forever now, trapped inside the stomach of the Devil. For even the Devil is a liar, ‘nd no wonder, for even Satan, disguises himself as an angel of light.”

You were “a little Daughter of Abbott,” as Rhett had described, who lied to their father about where they were going every evening. He knew that you were unsure about what you were doing with your life, and how your belief in your faith needed some guidance.

Rhett always knew. He just loved scratching it out of you. Scratching you to the surface. You were compliant and listened to him. You were his perfect Angel in the Garden of Eden. A true Daughter of Abbott.

They were just mundane Thursdays when you’d climb into the back of his truck under the night sky. He would shed his plaid shirt in a hurry, desperate to sink his teeth onto your shoulder and taste you, the salty summer sweat still lingering on your flesh.

He’d drop you off home in your backyard and say goodbye. You’d close the door and as you’d lean in to catch the lock, you’d kiss him through the screen door on the back porch. Your father was none the wiser, only calling out from the living room that it was a pleasure to see Father Abbott and he was so grateful he was providing you with such Holy guidance. If your father saw Rhett touching you as he did through the screen door, he’d scream, “Lord! Help me!”

Every Thursday you’d climb into Rhett’s truck. Every Thursday he would sink his teeth into your skin. Somewhere like South Arizona was looking better every week. Somewhere where Rhett didn’t have to kiss you through your screen door no more. You had always dreamed of running there, to those great big hills where the great big blue sky would tower over them and continue until they met the high Heavens.

Through the mesh screen door kisses, you had tasted love and it tasted sweet.

And now you were here, but Rhett had drank your blood and bit the meat of your flesh. But his teeth were sharper now, and it hurt. You didn’t want him to sink into you with his blood-stained dog teeth no more.

You wanted to beg and plead with him. You tried so hard.

“Baby! Please!”

But your attempt was futile. Your words never came as your body lay cold on your bed. How could you be so naive to the one good thing you know, in God’s country?

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Hi, thank you for your lovely fs aura reading! Feedback is required so here it is. I am pretty sure that I havent met my fs physically or consciously yet. Even so it think it would resonate. From every tarot reading or intuition reading I have heard that I am going to end up with someone who is both the opposite and same in nature (by the same they mostly said a caring or motherly nature). As in black and white kind of. I wear a lot of white, so maybe they will wear black? Sounds sophisticated and practical to me. ^-^ I am kind of the opposite in acting solely on intuition or emotion and being a bit of mess (in a good way I suppose).

The messages you put below resonate with me as well. I still feel like I am missing bits and pieces of myself due to circumstances in the past and present. I would love to first heal myself a bit and then find someone stable to heal further with.

Even though I can only judge on my thoughts and feelings, I hope it is enough. Thank you so much again!!!❤❤

Healing oneself is very important. Unless and until we're loving ourselves , we can't love someone fully too. Thanks for this amazing feedback , I'm happy that it resonates with you so much . Sending you lots of positive energies and love . Hope to see you in my next game 🥰