#mama is younger but still... proud of her she's learning

[enarien]

fuckin hell what a time to be alive

my mother still has to do the whole 'i'm not homophobic/transphobic' every time she wants to speak about lgbtqa+ stuff but at least now she's trying to sway my old can of a father to use they/them as the standart pronouns 'and you have to wait till that person tells you what they prefer'

that's progress.. slow but steady

[chiscribbs]

As promised, to show my thanks for getting Grown Apart AU through to the next @tmntaucompetition round - here's a little bonus treat:

A visual chart detailing all the major character relationships in the AU's first act! Enjoy!

(Click "keep reading" for some additional information on a few of the dynamics shown above.)

Splinter & Mikey - When the boys were still very small, Splinter used to take them with him on his excursions out of the sewers (either to get supplies or to search for the two missing turtles). During one of these trips, Mikey got separated from his dad and brother - they eventually found him, mostly unharmed, but the traumatic experience left a lasting mark on Splinter and he has worried about his youngest son ever since.

Leo & Raph - Leo and Raph are the first of the estranged brothers to meet, face-to-face. Raph finds Leo snooping around Draxum's lab and attacks him. Leo manages to escape, with his newly acquired portal sword, but the lab is destroyed in the clash. The two proceed to fight each other on multiple occasions after this, forming a sort of battlefield rivalry.

Donnie & Mikey - By complete and total coincidence, Donnie ends up saving Mikey's life after Draxum drops him off the roof of a building. Mikey takes this as evidence that Donnie is a good person and decides to trust him (despite Leo's protests). Realizing this, Donnie uses Mikey's "misplaced" trust in him as a ticket into the Hamato residence so that he can hide out there until he's apprehended the oozesquitos.

Raph & BM's Assistant - Although Big Mama and Draxum don't work together often, their business does tend to intersect on occasion. Because of this, Raph has had the odd encounter with Big Mama's masked companion. They've never spoken, though (not that BMA would speak even if they had gotten the chance).

Donnie & Raph - They're aware of each other's existence, thanks to their parents' occasional dealings, but haven't actually seen or spoken with each other. Big Mama largely limits Donnie's interaction with anyone outside of herself and hotel staff, and she's especially reluctant to let him meet other mutants (once she learns of their existence) or Draxum. This hasn't stopped him from listening in on some of her business chats via his surveillance tech and finding things out that way, though. Raph only knows Donnie as Big Mama's mechanic and the one responsible for her criminal empire's recent upgrade in technological advancements.

Splinter & Leo - Because of the incident that occurred when they were younger, Splinter has always had a soft spot for Mikey. Leo doesn't exactly resent this fact, but he does often feel like he gets short-changed on all accounts - when Splinter isn't around, Leo is responsible for keeping them both safe and out of trouble. When Splinter IS around, a majority of his limited attention generally gets directed towards Mikey. Thanks to this, Leo is left feeling both a little attention-starved and desperate for some independence. He's too proud to admit to his dad that he feels unseen, though, so he instead opts for causing a little mischief to get the desired attention.

Raph & Mikey - After learning that Raph is not only a mutant, like himself and Leo, but that they were created by the same person - Mikey becomes determined to befriend him and change his mind about humanity. He considers Raph part of the family - even before finding out that Lou Jitsu is their real father, thus making him their real brother. Raph doesn't quite share the sentiment, though - as far as he's concerned, Mikey's the one who's on the wrong side of the fight and no amount of niceness is going to convince him otherwise. (It does, however, make it a lot harder to hate him...)

Donnie & BM's Assistant - These two have a history that goes back several years and has soured with time...on Donnie's end, at least. He used to be close to BMA, considered them a friend for a little while, then something happened to change his opinion of them and caused him to see them as a rival. But what about BMA? What effect, if any, did the loss of Donnie's trust and friendship have on them? As with all things surrounding this character, it's a mystery...

[kisses4tom]

PT 2 OF TOM AS A DAD PLSSS

ᡣ𐭩 DAD TOM part 2!

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HEYY OFCC 🤭 SO MANY PPL ARE REQUESTING THIS ACTUALLY!! 😭 here is part 1

To be quite honest with you guys, I don't really know what else to add 😭, but I'll figure it out and make something up along the way! 💕

I hope it lives up to your expectations because, I will not lie, I ran out of ideas for a few of them 😭 yet I hope you like it either way! 🫶🏻

I also mixed various topics and scenarios for a little more inclusivity! especially because I made a lot of these hcs for a teen daughter

Obviously Tom is gonna be a girl dad 'cause what else would he beeeee 🤭🥹

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he would keep almost every drawing she's made throughout the years

HE WOULD LEND HER HIS YELLOW DOG PLUSHIE‼️‼️

when she's older he would love to get matching tattoos if she wants, but he's definitely getting one dedicated to her (did y'all know Bill and Tom have a matching tattoo with Leni? 👀)

definitely making her a photo album

if anybody says that the baby looks more like him than her mother he would act so proud istg

"Yeah, Y/n's genes said BYE!"

he would become her personal Instagram photographer

whenever his daughter brings a boy home he would be so sus of him and maybe even tell them to keep the door open 💀

DAD REFLEXES 🤭🤭‼️ so hot istg

he would get dragged into tiktoks and learn some dances together 😭

when the baby was younger, her mama would surprise Tom with matching fits and he would be sooo gitty and happy

always keeping an eye out for her in public

if he's talking to some people and he hears the smallest noise coming from his daughter, he would immidiately put everything on pause and make sure she's okay (if that makes sense idk) or he would turn to look at her

he would try to attend as many school/dance recitals as possible, but with work it's a little hard for him to find time (at times)

is she plays a sport he would cheer the loudest for her

if she ever comes out as an lgbtq+ member, he would be very supportive and just act casual after her confession

when the baby was just born and he had skin-to-skin contact with her for the first time, he got emotional

he would wake up in the middle of the night and feed her himself so you could rest (currently in between tears)

the band is OBSESSED with that child and always play with her whenever they have a chance

Tom knows he can rely on them as babysitters

why do I feel like him and Bill would FIGHT to choose who holds her

"Tom you always have her come onnn let me have her this timeee"

he's so protective of that child

when she first started walking he’d kneel down and open his arms towards her

he would also scoot back so she could walk more and then let her fall in his arms (imagine him picking her up and kissing her cheek after 😭)

istg he would bring that child everywhere (especially when she's older)

he would make sure to dedicate her an episode/scene on Kaulitz & Kaulitz where he talks about fatherhood and his story

he's veeery supportive of everything she does

whenever he's live on Instagram or TikTok with the band he would call his daughter over and prank her with filters or something like that

he loves dressing her up, but hates changing her diaper

he usually doesn't enjoy shopping, but he would bring her everywhere and spend time together

he's such a quality time dad

when texting, he would send pictures of his honest reaction LMFAO😭

he would make sure his and Gustav's daughter are like little cousins (spoiler alert: they are)

his daughter will grow up with "do you need a stepmom by any chance?" questions 😻

if Tom and the baby's mom broke up, co-parenting would be pretty hard on him, as he loves that child so much it hurts him to know he can't see her for some time

he would probably bring her to some meet and greets with fans (both now and back in the day)

fans would give him so many gifts for her

sometimes he gets emotional knowing she won't stay a baby forever, but he's still very excited to know her character and mess with her more

when she was a baby, at the beach he would dip her feet in the water

when she's older he would splash the hell out of her and push her in the water

if you have more ideas leave them in the comments so I can add them! 🤭

[thestarstoasun]

Will and Naomi Solace don't normally celebrate Easter considering the whole she slept with a Greek god, had a demigod child but could only tell her small-town religious family that she had a one nightstand and got pregnant thing. She had been told they still loved her but was still publicly shamed and shunned until she got famous for her music.

Will didn't think his grandparents, uncles, or aunts deserved his mom in their lives after what they put her through, but he figured if she could forgive them, he could too. Except they didn't know he was bisexual. They didn't know about Nico. Will had been all too willing to tell his sweet, loving, adoring mother about his boyfriend. He made sure Nico knew when he first brought it up that there was no rush, and just like when it came to everything, he was willing to wait forever. (Nico had actually stared at him in disbelief, and with the oh-so-noticeable red splashing across his pale skin muttered a quiet, "Idiota". Will didn't need to be fluent in Italian to know /that one/, even when he first heard it.)

Introducing Nico to his mother was a mistake, not because of any homophobia or monster attacks, but just how much they both love to embarrass him. His mother shares stories and shows pictures (which Will panics about because technology and demigods don't mix well) of a much younger and embarrassing Will, and by the look in Nico's eyes Will knows he is never living it down. In return, his mother learns of his embarrassing flirting in the middle of a war.

The memory was nice now, a year and a half later, especially since Will was currently on the verge of an entire mental breakdown. Being back in Texas had that effect on him. At camp, he locked away all panic, grief, loss, suffering in order to run the infirmary and be strong for his siblings, but here, he had no infirmary and no siblings. He could honestly care less of what these people thought of him - Lee's opinion had mattered, Michael's opinion had mattered, His mama's opinion matters, Nico's feelings and opinion matters. Hades, he cares more for Apollo's opinion than these people, and he was still struggling with his own complicated feelings towards his father - not that they ever showed outwardly.

Will was more worried that these people that shared blood with him would shame his and Nico's relationship and upset his boyfriend. Nico had suffered so much pain and suffering already, especially when it came to his sexuality and accepting that there wasn't anything wrong with himself for loving boys. Will was so proud of how far Nico had come and felt sick to his stomach at being an indirect cause of a relapse.

"You worry too much," The words sounded so beautiful that they must have been spoken by an angel. (They weren't, they were spoken by none other than Nico Di Angelo, but what can he say, he is Apollo's son. It is in his nature to be dramatic at least sometimes.)

"I don't think I worry enough. I mean, there is jus' so much that could go wrong. Mama-" Will shot Nico, who was failing to hide a wide smile, a curious expression unknowingly tilting his head slightly to the right. "What's so amusin' about this?"

"I think I finally understand what Lou Ellen meant when she called you a dog." Will stared blankly absolutely stunned out of his panic, his lips formed a small pout that was absolutely not adorable. Nico got up from where he sat comfortably on Will's bed and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, resting his head on Will's shoulder. "Breathe. I'm already prepared to ditch this dinner and shadow-travel us both and your mother out somewhere nice at the slightest sign of trouble. Catholic guilt is a bitch, but I am done letting it, Gods, or anyone control my life."

Will felt both relieved and worried. Nico had learned so much about his boundaries with his powers over the last year, but it didn't mean Will didn't worry. "Is that why-?"

"Yes, that is why I slept so much today, il mio sole. Even before we left camp you were doing that nervous thing where you wrap bandages around your wrist. I figured something was bothering you and it had to do with our vacation. You love your mom, so it was obviously this dinner. I'm from the 30s, not an idiot, William, amore mio."

Will couldn't help but gently remove Nico's arm's from around him and sweep the boy off his feet. This frustrating, self-destructive, annoyingly attractive, smartass paid way too much attention to a simple healer such as himself, but Will couldn't imagine his life without Nico in it anymore. The half-hearted glare he received filled him with so much warmth and made him smile so wide it hurt, which in turn caused Nico to turn away to hide the slight upturn of his own lips.

[marymary-diva17]

school lesson - setting up

sully family x reader

Now that a new process had began after the war of RDA, in hopes to help bring an alliance with the ocean clans and forest clans of navi. A school that can help develop better relationships between navi and humans, in hopes this will a good benefit for everyone in the end. Taking the torch of a former mentor and keeping her work going on for generations to come. It was time to get everyone together for the upcoming school.

y/n " so this is where the school will be set up"

Norm " perfect it a good area after all"

man " it very sad we still couldn't bring grace school here with us"

y/n " many of us wished that could happen but the rda will spot us, but we are lucky enough we had been able in the pass to grab the stuff from her school"

max " grace will be proud of you taking changer of her School, and expanded it as well"

y/n " thanks max"

lo'ak " hey mama"

y/n " hello kiddo" lo'ak soon came walking towards you and the others.

lo'ak " so this is where school will be held very cool nice place"

norm " it good to know you love it as it enough space for everyone"

neteyam " hey mama we are here to set up the school "

y/n " that wonderful sweetie"

kiri " this place is beautiful mama I can't to start school"

y/n " thank sweetie"

tuk " mama are we going to have breaks like we did back at home"

y/n " yes we will honey breaks will be happening during the school days"

tuk " yeah we can try playing tag with the other kids and showing them other earth games"

spider " this is going to be amazing I'm just happy I get to spend more time with my cousins"

lo'ak " yeah bro it going to be like old times"

y/n " come on kids why don't we make sure we have everything we need, for the school"

neteyam " yes mama"

norm " we might need help setting up a bigger tent for the avatars"

lo'ak/spider/ neteyam " we can help on that"

????? " can we help as well" the group soon turned around to see tsireya along with her brothers.

Tisreya " our dad had told us you will be teaching us about the humans and stuff about your home ... he called it a school and we were wondering if we can help set up"

rotxo " yes we saw the others coming over here and we wanted to be helpful as well"

aonung " if that okay with you"

max " all help is welcome"

y/n " now come along we have tents to set up along with other, stuff to look over" the kids had nodded their heads and had started help with the tent expansion.

tsireya " are we not being rude when the others over there are sleeping"

lo'ak " it okay reya they are avatars like my mama and uncle norm, the humans they use them are inside right now"

tsireya " oh there are so many avatars"

y/n " there are many but they took a lot of work to make, we will go over avatars in class some day"

tsireya " I'm looking forward to it and I promise to be a good student"

y/n " you don't have to make promises reya you just need to come to school and do the best you can do"

tsireya " yes"

lo'ak " see I told you she will like you"

y/n " what are you two going on about" both teens soon blush bright red and look at you.

lo'ak and tsireya " nothing" the two teens soon went back to working as you had, started helping set everything up at the moment.

neteyam " so we are going to have this tarp over us"

y/n " well yes during the very hot days as it will not be good for anyone, to be standing under the sun rays for very long"

aonung " so where will everyone be sitting"

y/n " well younger kids in front and older kids in the back"

aonung " that very smart planning"

y/n " thank you"

aonung " my mother worries if these lessons will be safe for us many parents wonder"

y/n " well if they have any questions after out first week of lesson, they can come speak with me about it"

aonung " okay"

neteyam " mama is a very good teacher she help I and many other kids of the clan learn, she will do her best and it will be good for us all"

y/n " thank you teyam"

????? " hey mama" kiri soon came walking towards the others with spider, rotxo, and tuk with her.

spider " we check the oxygen packs we have enough in the room aunt y/n, uncle max told us we run out to send word right away"

y/n " good because if anything goes wrong we will need a backup plan"

rotox " everyone seem to be prepared for everything"

tuk " well dad said it always good to be ready for any trouble"

y/n " your dad is right after our run in with dangers we need to make, sure everything is okay during emergency"

rotxo " I can't wait to learn more the sky people language we have learned, some stuff from kiri and the others"

y/n " I hope all good stuff"

lo'ak and spider " that was one time"

y/n " sure now come we let see what else we can get done today" the kids had nodded their heads and soon enough, the make shift school was completed. There was also a tent not that far away that was decorated in flowers.

Jake " wow this place looks amazing"

y/n " well the children help me out"

neytiri " it remind we of the school you and the other had made in the forest"

y/n " it always good to make something you love the most"

tsu'tey " ma norm and y/n you both along with everyone have a wonderful school here"

norm " thank you"

tonowari " hello everyone"

tsireya " baba we came to help y/n and everyone set up the school, for the upcoming lessons with her and everyone else"

tonowari " I can see that it coming along very well"

y/n " thank you"

tonowari " many parents worry about this school plan and think it going to guide their kids, away from the navi way of life and make them sky people"

neytiri " my wife had taught our kids and nephew along with many other clan kids well, and they still are navi but learn about sky heritage that some of them have inherited"

tonowari " well then y/n you have my full trust"

y/n " thank you" everything was soon take care of and everyone soon headed off to their homes, the family was having dinner together.

lo'ak " mama do you think this school program will work out perfectly with all the ocean/reef clans"

y/n " I have hope honey but we just need to be patient and see what happens, I will do my best along with everyone else to reach the goal in our best ways ... but we can't push anything it get turned down"

lo'ak " yes mama but I think reya loves the idea"

kiri " so those rotxo he told me and spider he can't wait to understand more of the sky people"

neteyam " aonung seem to be somewhat interested in the school program, but I hope him and his corneas don't cause any problems"

y/n " It good to know there are some who are interested in this program, but if any trouble comes we will deal with it when it comes"

neteyam " yes mama but we are here to help if need"

neytiri " good my son you are truly a warrior" you gave a smile towards your kids showing them, that you are proud of them. The school days will start up soon, and deep down you are hoping it will go well but you did expect the hard times that will come as well. It was going to be good in the end, and you were going to make sure to carry the torch well.

[bidisaster-peanut-romano]

Curious if you think Johnny, peanut, and Lola have/had siblings or if they're just only children. Personally I always hc johnny and lola as only children but felt that peanut had a younger sister who passed away.

why hi anon!!! this such an interesting question, thank you!!

i remember reading that hc, yep!!

i hc all the three of them, however, to be only children (i think they're the only greasers that i do??). in fact, for all three of them, this fundamental isolation is their childhood is, in the way i read it, what shaped some of the way they socialize and influences a lot their interactions.

as for johnny, the thing is that his parents were both in the drug dealing circles of new coventry, hence why they were in prison for a while- his father was actually pretty important in the neighborhood, while his mom mostly helped and did other legal jobs (which is also why she got out earlier). and johnny learnt both how to be a man and how not to be a man from his father- he taught him strength and roughness and to never take a hit but punch harder. but he also taught that johnny didn't want to hit his woman, didn't want to leave the house for a smoke to cool his head when she was crying and threatening to hurt herself because of him, didn't want her to be his slave.

in this framework, i think that him having, say, a brother would sort of... scatter the relationship his father has with him, the attention and, almost, the pressure to be worthy of being treated as a peer. which is something i really like to read for johnny. and i also like the idea of him having had his mother as the only woman in his life, before lola. call him a mama's boy, but he learned to take care of his mother before he even questioned how to deal with an eventual girlfriend. so he has learned to take care of the people he has around himself, such as peanut, almost in a way that replaces a paternal figure as protector of the house. but also internalized some very specific notions about masculinity and virility that he totally projects onto the relationship with lola.

ultimately, i think, the whole point is that the way he lives the relationship with lola in particular is basically a result with having grown up with the only reference in his house of close human interaction as his parents, and having to sort of step up where they lacked in the sole spousal relationship.

with peanut, my hc is that his mom had him when she was very young, sixteen years old, and she was... basically on her own, really; the boy she had had him with had fled as soon as he had a chance, her dad was on the other side of the ocean and her mom was basically mia (i still have to figure out the logistics of this, since, when i first elaborated it, i forgot for a while that Laws Existed, LMAO, and i was already too far in the creating process to change that), so she had to raise him on her own. and peanut spent most of his childhood in his living room, waiting for his mom to come back home, watching the vhs she had rented for him and reading the motors magazines. it's there that he fell in love with greasers, crushing on marlon brando and james dean, the shiny motorcycles and the raw leather jackets.

he basically had to live with himself, you see. also bc his mom, so young and unprepared, was very overwhelmed most of the time, and- i did post a quick snippet of a scrapped chapter of my fic already, actually, so you can get a broad but more detailed idea of their relationship if you want!! either way, point is. larry had to learn to tend to himself at a very young age, dealing with the loneliness and his own sensitivity, running from eventual kids of the neighborhood, who liked to take advantage of him being much smaller than most of them, trying not to take up too much space and upset his mom.

so of course, when he met johnny, older, proud, powerful as a sun, promising to take care of him, it felt almost unreal, something he never thought he could have wished for nor something he thought he deserved. some kind of care and protection hed never learnt to receive, and that he hang onto for dear life because suddenly... he wasn't on his own anymore.

(sometimes parents are just Contextual Objects. other time they are fully fleshed ocs with a backstory and a whole personality. turns out despite everything immacolata romano is really my child and i am so so fond of her and id have soo much more to say abt her relationship w peanut. but i digress)

and lola- i'll admit, shes the one i bounced back and forth about the most, in trying to imagine her family's situation. (in fact, if you see any reference to her family in my older fics/post, no you dont) at some point i even considered the idea of her having a much older brother who would sort of fill in for some absent father figure, but then i scrapped it. i think that, in her case as well, having grown up alone with her parents' relationship as a reference makes potentially much more sense than any other possibility i considered.

lola has a quote, in which she says "i'm so old, my life is almost over!" when... she's just?? sixteen??? seventeen??? i think it's because, see, her parents got married and had her when they were young, maybe nineteen or twenty- yknow, as soon as it was legal for the both of them without too many loopholes. however, the relationship was very unbalanced and fundamentally deteriorated, perhaps not from the beginning but very soon. her father being dominant, violent, arrogant and such. and her mother has always been bitter, subdued but angry and resentful at her husband, at the golden expectations she had, at her womanhood and, of course, at her daughter. she's always seen her as living proof of her own wasted beauty and youth; but, especially as soon lola started growing up to the age at which girls start being looked at by the boys, which we unfortunately know how soon it is, saw in her what she felt she'd lost. so she'd often remind her how lola was the reason why she is now a ruin of a woman, why she went from a beautiful and promising girl to an old and unattractive hag.

again- her being the only child helps focus on her the kingpin of this dynamic, especially on her mother's part. so lola grew up knowing what can happen to women, what remains when the fairytales of the princess marrying the prince crumble with the remnants of childhood. she realized at eleven, twelve years old how men were starting to look at her in the street and she knew what the next step would have been. she was reminded every day of her life. so, when she walked into bullworth, into the relationship with johnny, all she knew is that she wouldn't have ended up like her mother. knew that she wouldn't have fallen in love, wouldn't be tricked by the sweet words and the dreamy gazes. and she knew that she had no weapons to defend herself but the very thing that could've otherwise been the death of her, that being the male attention. and finding a way to use johnny's attention specifically, with his blind devotion mixed to the obliviousness, to her own advantage... well, that's what her whole arc is about, isn't it.

as i write this, i'm starting to realize that her having, perhaps specifically a brother, might function as a tool to highlight the difference in treatment between her, a daughter, and an eventual son. however, i stand my case that i really like the idea of this whole dynamic of her parents and her mother in particular resting on her and her only, creating this sort of... tunnel vision in which her very isolation in front of her view create her idea of how the world works.

thank you so much for the question!! it was a lot of fun to answer + it helped me make some order among some concepts i had in my mind <33

[donkeytonk]

Hunger

Crispin (Toast) Amell is a character that belongs to @iamaweretoad. This story follows an RP thread that we made together in 2018, but you don't need to know that story in order to read this one. I'm not usually a writer, but the gardener mage Sula has stayed in my imagination all these years. Please consider this my Toast fanfic, because I love him (and miss him) very much.

Hunger

When Sula had been a girl in the Circle, she could never get enough food.

“Ethel, can’t I have some more? I’m still hungry!” she would plead.

“Good!” the old woman would snap. “That means you’re still alive.” But invariably she would give the little girl her own portion to finish, the same thing that Sula later did for her own apprentices.

Fleeing in the forests, far away from the abundance of her garden, the little children were always hungry and Sula would pretend that she could not finish. “Oh, so many beans and I’m just too full to eat them. Will you help me Flora, Miles?” By now she had learned the skill of hunger.

You don’t need food, you just need some more water, Ethel’s words always reminded her.

Fasting is good for you.

Fasting keeps you healthy from time to time.

It’s good to be hungry. It means you’re alive.

Sula had never understood the older mage’s words, and she remained skeptical of their truth. There was much of Ethel’s wisdom that she passed on to the children, but the benefits of starvation was not one of them. The elder’s past must have been particularly wanting.

At home she had been surrounded by grain, fields as far as she could see. Beyond their little cottage garden everything was grain, tall and green and shining all the way to the sea. It was taller than herself and she could not see over it, but with a special touch she could cause the stalks to bow before her, clearing a path that was just her size. The first time she had discovered this skill, she had run through the field with her arms spread wide, laughing with glee as the stalks parted in withering curls. It felt as if she ran for hours making maze paths, circles and spirals.

But after that, of course, everyone had been angry. The man with the black beard had always frightened her, and he yelled at her father about putting a sun on her forehead. She had not known what that meant at the time, but when he demanded that they “give her to me!” she ran to the house to hide in the cupboard. Then during the night, her mother had roused her from bed to get dressed, and she was taken away. She could not remember what lie they told her but she thought then that it was temporary, just some good people to protect her for a while, just until the bearded man calmed down. There was a man in armor that made her feel peculiar and anxious, but they told her that he was there to make sure she was safe.

And now she had the power to nurture growth in those fields. Her parents could have bought their own land within a couple of years with the wealth of grain that she could have produced. But she had nearly no memory of who they were, not their names nor their village. They had just been mama and papa to her. They never wrote or visited. Would they have welcomed her home if they knew of her skills now?

But the other members of the Circle became her family, and she was proud of her ability to provide. There had been such lean years in her younger days, but with her innate skills and the knowledge of Lene, the herbalist, they had managed to make the courtyard garden flourish. They had started with Lene’s medicinal herbs, and the villagers were pleased to purchase tinctures, tonics and oils ostensibly blessed through magic. Locally their Circle earned a reputation as fine herbalists, and best of all, for the Chantry, it all brought in more money. There was not much land within their enclosure, but somehow, through the promise of more income, they were allowed to purchase a field nearby where they started to grow their own food: grain and vegetables, beans and berries, and they even made a little orchard. Lene taught Sula how to preserve fruits for winter, how to dry and store the fat tubers, how to save seeds and take cuttings for new propagation, as well as her usual medicinal mixtures. Sula taught Lene and the apprentices how to dessicate weeds with a touch, how to enrich the soil’s goodness, how to extend its moisture, to increase a plant’s vitality, and how to warm and encourage growth day by day.

***

In the forest they were constantly hungry. There had not been enough warning time or else they could have brought more food with them. Every day and every night when her stomach tightened, she thought of her orchard and vegetables. The villagers would probably take it all, but they wouldn’t know how to nurture it. They wouldn’t know to pinch off the tops, would they? Did they know how to trim the branches? They would descend like locusts and eat everything. They wouldn’t know to save the seeds, and the collection would be lost forever. It had taken her years to acquire them all. Some of them came from places she had only heard of in traveler’s tales.

And her stores! Dried apples and pears, almonds, all the different beans still on their racks, preserved plums in bottles buried in the cellar, frostberries dry and in crocks with spirits, fresh peas and dried peas and peas in spiced oil, hazelnuts and their paste, dried apricots, the long plaits of onions and garlic hanging from the rafters, all the tubers harvested and covered in straw, the starts for next spring, the seeds in dry pots, the seeds in wet sand, the rare seeds in her treasure box, the sunflower seeds for planting and eating. The wheat, barley, amaranth, sedgeseed.

“It’s all right, you finish it,” she would tell the youngest children. “It will be our secret, promise?” Fasting is good for you. You don’t need food, you just need water. Ethel had lived through lean times. The older mages too needed all the strength they could get, hunting, clearing paths, scouting for safety. A gardener has no work on the run, so protecting the children became her primary duty. Her body remembered how to go without.

I’m hungry!

Good, that means you’re alive.

Dear old Ethel, what hunger did you survive?

And then they had found the dead soldiers and their empty fort. There was only one man still alive there, and he seemed not to mind a relief of his duties. There were barracks and beds and stores of food. Mora made them a stew the very first night, and everyone ate their fill and more. There were clean clothes and blankets, fresh water, enough time for rest, and three weeks of peace.

Sula began to think of starting a garden. There is hope in a garden, thoughts of the future in a garden, plans for life in a garden. Two weeks of life full of possibilities. Some dried peas and wheat in the stores were still viable, and she could search for dried berries in the woods. She found a spot near the well where grass was still growing green. The soil must be good there. That would be her garden. One week of preparation and winter planting.

***

The Inquisition soldiers had started a fire in the fort while they were asleep and attacked them as they fled for safety. She had told the children to follow Bennet, the eldest. There were only five of them now: Bennet, Sal, Deidre, Flora, Miles. Bennet wanted to fight, but he seemed to understand that getting the younger ones to safety was paramount. She should have gone herself. What had happened to them? How had Miles gotten separated from the rest? Had any of the other children been killed too? Had Bennet or Sal carried them away to die in the forest? Had Bennet been wounded and Miles came to find her? She had promised that she would be right behind them.

Why had she thought she must bring her staff?

Because she was just a gardener. She did not have the fighting skills or expertise of the others. In spite of years of training, she was no fighter. But with the aid of her wooden staff she thought she might be able to protect the children, perhaps, if their little group was not directly attacked. But now, in the face of utter loss, she knew that she would have been useless to save them, with or without that damned staff. There were too many soldiers and a much stronger mage. If she had gone with the apprentices, at least she could have died trying. At least she would not have outlived Miles.

Instead she had been trapped in the doorway, knocked down by the falling timbers and her arm pinned to the ground. How she had screamed as the fire climbed her arm! And still there was no one to help her. Screams were everywhere in the fort and outside of it and no one seemed to notice hers. She could not even remember how she managed to escape, how she had managed to flee to the woods. She could not remember anything until a soldier stood in front of her aiming an arrow at her heart, a soldier with an Inquisition mage at his side.

***

With her mana drained by the enemy mage and her good hand tethered to a soldier’s belt, she was helpless, useless, defenseless. She could do nothing with her bandaged arm, although it was slowly healing under the other mage’s attention. He was a healer. Why couldn’t she have been a healer? What use was gardening if her people died by fire and arrows? And now she would be killed too, or worse, made tranquil, alive in body but not in spirit. They would put the sunburst on her forehead and her personhood would be lost; she would become a mindless slave with no will of her own, a dead thing living on for years. There would be no more Sula Ronoy, just a body.

When the Circle had fled to the forests, they had never marched this much in a day. They had had to pace themselves for the children while the faster ones scouted ahead. These soldiers were used to long marches though, and they kept going on with no sign of flagging at all. Sula had never walked so much in her life. The female soldier dragging her along was the same one she had met the first morning after being captured, one who seemed to particularly hate mages, even their own healer Crispin. Perhaps she hated everybody. Sula certainly hated her.

But finally the sky was growing dim and soon there would be no light to see their way. They stopped for the night.

���Sit there,” the woman ordered, pulling Sula to a spot near the edge of their campsite. As Sula sank to the ground in relief, the woman pulled the tether on Sula’s wrist and lashed it to a tree.

“I need some water,” Sula begged.

“You’ll get some later.” And the woman left her, clearly glad to be rid of her charge.

Finally, Sula was alone. The soldiers were nearby, setting up camp and starting fires, but no one paid any attention to her. Her feet ached, her arm ached, her entire body ached. But now that she was still, her grief overflowed like a broken dam and drowned every bodily sense. Her friends were gone forever, the only family that she knew in the world. Her little boy was dead. Two of her friends were dead. She would be tortured for the deaths of those other soldiers until they broke her to betray her friends. They would make her say terrible things, and then they would hunt them down and kill them all, even the children.

We don’t kill children, their mage had said. But they did.

She could not even wipe her face with her good hand, tied as close as it was to the tree. It didn’t matter. She let the tears fall and she wept, curled on the ground in the mud of snowmelt.

*** “Mage! Wake up and eat.” The woman kicked Sula awake and set down a bowl of something hot. She was already walking away as Sula struggled to sit up. She looked at the bowl with confusion at first, reaching out the awkward paw of her heavily bandaged hand and tugging at the tether that trapped the other.

“Wait,” she called as the woman joined her comrades. “I can’t eat like this.”

The woman snorted. “Oho, does madam need a golden spoon?” The other soldiers laughed as she mimicked a bow, then she sat down to fill her own bowl. One of them called her by her name: Eklund.

“I can’t eat with my hand like this,” Sula insisted.

Eklund rolled her eyes. “No one said I’d be a wet nurse to feed a baby. Wait for your mage to come and help you.”

The healer mage who had betrayed her into this fate? The man who had lied when he promised her freedom? He was on the far side of the campsite. He had stayed away from her during the day’s march, and now he was continuing to keep his distance. Perhaps he had saved her life by treating her burned arm, through all its tortuous pain, but his prize was her capture for the Inquisition. He had used his power to drain her of her mana so she would be helpless and harmless. She was in no hurry to see him again.

Should she lap up the soup like a dog? In spite of crushing grief, she was hungry. The exhausting march had left her ravenous. But her bandaged hand could do nothing more than prod the bowl as it sat on the ground. She would have to wait. Fasting is good for you.

***

She awoke with a scream and tried to sit up, panicking, pain burning both of her hands. Her body was frozen but her hands were on fire. She screamed again as she discovered she could not move them.

The biggest most fearsome guard came rushing over, but for now his face was full of concern. “What is it?”

“My hand, I can’t feel my hand! It’s burning!”

The other soldiers were still sitting around their fire. She could not have been asleep for long. Eklund grumbled “She’s having nightmares and it’s barely even night yet.”

The big man stared down at her bandaged hand. “Oh. I’ll go and get the healer to take a look.”

“No! No, no, this hand!” She looked at her right hand tied to the tree. “I can’t move it, I can’t feel it! Please! It’s too tight!”

He hesitated, perhaps wondering if it was a trick, but when he touched her hand he could feel that it was hot and her fingers so swollen that they could barely move.

“Damn it, Eklund, you can’t tie her hand so tight! Sorry, missy. Don’t fret, don’t cry, you’ll be all right.” He was searching for the knots when he was interrupted.

“Rennick, what’s going on?”

Sula looked up and through the blur of her tears she saw the red hair of the healer mage Crispin.

“Oh, Mister Toast, the apostate girl was just complaining her hand was sore. I think it just got too tight here, I’ll fix it.”

And then she was released from the tree. The big soldier Rennick left her in the care of the healer who crouched down to examine her. He observed the swelling, the heat, the redness, and sent a cool glow from his own hand to hers. “Can you make a fist? Can you open and close your fingers? Move like this. It will feel better soon.”

Her panic subsiding, Sula nodded as she stretched her sore hand.

Crispin looked around and said “You don’t have a blanket?”

“Where would I get a blanket?” she retorted, tears still coloring her voice.

“I’m sorry. I’ll make sure that you get one.” He noticed the bowl of soup. “You didn’t eat?”

“How?” she demanded. “I couldn’t even pick it up.”

“I’m sorry. Here, can you hold it now?” He held it out for her good hand, now with enough slack in its tether to allow her movement. She reached out and awkwardly gripped the bowl. “I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again.” His voice was dull and officious. He stared at her as she took a sip, and then he abruptly rose and left.

The broth was already cool as she drank it, but there were pieces of tough meat still warm within, and she was able to eat them with her fingers.

Rennick was sent to deliver a blanket.

***

On the second day her mind was fixed on what she would say under interrogation. There was no point in silence or denial. She would need to tell a convincing story, since the truth had not been enough. The officer had accused her of killing the soldiers, and then – was it afterwards? – he had asked her about blood magic. She was not a blood mage, but if it would save her friends to confess it, she would say that she was. She would take the blame for killing all the soldiers, but she was not even sure how such a thing worked. “I summoned a demon to kill everyone”? Between her waves of panic, she still felt grief and rage. Could she take down the healer with her lie too? He was leading her today, more considerate than Eklund for all that he tried to ignore her. She hated him at every painful step on the path, hated every inch of his back as he marched tirelessly ahead of her. She would go to the lieutenant as soon as she was able. She would shout for him in camp if she had to.

“Lieutenant! I am a maleficar, an abomination, a blood mage.”

“But our mage said that you were not.”

“That’s because he’s one too.”

No. It was a daydream, and she doubted anyone would believe that. If they had ever suspected Crispin, they would not have let him join the Inquisition. She needed an explanation that they would believe in order to protect her friends. The lieutenant already had his doubts, but she had heard that his commander was a Templar knight. A Templar would have to believe her confession, wouldn’t he? And then she would be dead and not so tired, not so hungry and not so completely full of grief.

***

Eklund had charge of her again on the third day. At times the snow was higher than the tops of Sula’s boots and it poured in and melted on her toes. They felt like frozen fire and distracted her from her other aches.

They were crossing the mountains by now, and many of the paths were narrow and tricky. Even Eklund slipped once or twice on the ice. In spring this area must full of waterfalls, and the ravine probably held a river. It reminded Sula that she was horribly thirsty.

You don’t need food, you just need some water. But water would make her need to relieve herself more often, and Eklund’s impatience was violent. You don’t need water, you just need…

A string of curses accompanied Eklund’s misstep, and she landed hard on her backside. Sula’s arm was jerked forward and she cried out as she fell as well. She managed to stumble against the soldier’s back. “Careful,” Eklund grunted. “It’s slippery.” Other soldiers helped them back to their feet.

It was indeed slippery there. It was a mountain and the path tended to slope to the side. There were trees to catch them most of the time, but in this space around the waterfall there was nothing but rocks and ice. Instead of a slope below the path, the drop was almost a precipice. If she were to fall – if she were to jump – she would have a clear shot to the rocks below, a steep enough plunge that she might break her neck or skull. Attached to the other end of her rope, Eklund would be pulled down with her.

Eklund will have to step on that flat rock. That rock is smooth and it looks icy. There, that short man nearly slipped on it. She’ll be pulled off her feet. I’ll step onto that boulder then over the side. See Miles, I told you I’d be right behind you.

“Here missy, don’t look down.” A large voice and massive person was behind her, wrapping his own arm around her good one. It was the big soldier, Rennick. The sudden touch shocked her from all of her thoughts. “No, no no, don’t be scared, miss! I’ve got you, I won’t let you fall. You just hold on to me and you’ll be safe, all right? Eklund, pass me the rope here. She’s too scared to move.”

*** By the fourth day, her feet were too sore to walk. Crispin was able to ease their pain, but her wet boots and stockings continued to chafe, inflaming the raw skin over and over. She was exhausted, hungry and thirsty all the time. The soldiers each carried their own water, but she had to beg for every sip.

You don’t need food, you just need water.

They would reach their destination tomorrow, they said.

At night it was always difficult to wrap herself in a blanket using only one hand. When everyone else seemed to be asleep that night, she pushed away her blanket and let the snow fall on her. With luck she would freeze to death in her sleep. She lay there for some time with her eyes closed, letting the cold chill her to the bone. She tried to fall asleep but could not control her shivering. And she had been wrong that everyone was sleeping. Someone walking through the camp noticed her, even in the dark. It must have been a sentry on watch. He brushed off the snow and covered her again, then built a small fire and sat down to watch her. Despite herself, she desperately welcomed the warmth. Then she felt the weight of a second blanket or cloak. When her shivering subsided at last, she fell asleep.

*** On the fifth day, she woke with an aching throat. This accompanied her inflamed feet, burned arm, exhausted body, aching head, chafed wrist, thirst and hunger. When they finally arrived at her prison, terror seized her at first. For all her stoicism of facing death for her friends, the prospect of imprisonment and torture in the chantry’s dungeon overcame her heart. She had screamed as they dragged her down to the depths, and the presence of a Templar guard further frightened her. Putrid smells and rats, damp straw and bitter cold all conspired to break her will, but at last the long march was over. She was utterly exhausted, and in the end not even fear could keep her awake. She fell asleep, then woke feeling thoroughly ill.

Everything was filth, including herself. For days already she had worn the same clothes; she was given no water to wash with, barely even enough water to drink. The blankets smelled like mildew. Even the bread they gave her tasted of filth. You don’t need food…

Her body fluctuated between burning and freezing. Every touch felt like a bruise. She coughed until she thought that her ribs would break.

But the five days in the cell dragged on like years, and still they did not come to interrogate her. She had heard tales of their brutal treatment of mages. What were they waiting for? Had they already sentenced her to die of neglect? She barely noticed her guards anymore. It was just the healer Crispin, now her only link to the world. He seemed kind sometimes now. She told him that she was ready to confess but he advised her against it; he seemed to know the spymaster and what she would want to hear.

“Do you have any water?” He did not.

He brought Sula blankets and tried to soothe her fever. He tended her burns and cut the tether off of her wrist. He acted like a real healer. She was grateful. His might be the last friendly face that she would ever see.

“Sula, won’t you eat something?”

No. The time for all of that was past. Swallowing anything was agony in her throat. All she wanted was to sleep forever. If they questioned her now she knew all would be lost, but she could not summon the will to care about her fate.

I’m already in my grave. “I’m not hungry.”

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(Part 2 here)

[taybatwo2]

Spelldon and Friends

My first post focused on Spelldon and breaking down his outfit pieces. This one will focus on him and some other Monster High dolls….including a vampire….more under the cut because I took a lot of photos!!

From Valentine’s Diary: July 2nd

“While attempting to hide in the shadows, I bumped into a student I didn't recognize. He said his name was Spelldon Cauldronello. He had only been at MH a couple of weeks as he had been traveling with his older sister. Meeting him totally made me space out and forget to send a text that was supposed to help Clawd. He asked if I went to MH, and I said I was just visiting, but I would love to go to MH if I can. He said he'd keep me up on the groanings on around school if I wanted, so I gave him my number.”

I kept seeing fanart of Spelldon dropping a book and Valentine and Spelldon reaching for it at the same time that I thought it had happened in the diaries too, and decided to quickly pose them like that. Valentine is completely and instantly love struck with Spelldon. Spelldon is lightly curious at this dapper looking southern-drawling vampire.

It didn’t take them long to start trying to hold hands. It was a bit tricky, but they managed. They have started to flirt incessantly.

They seemed to like dancing (Valentine has had many dances over the centuries with “young fillies” he had tried to steal love from, but this felt so much different. Spelldon hasn’t danced many slow dances, but meeting Valentine has made him want to start learning).

Still working on hand holding….

Valentine is pretty stealthy (like most vampires), and has surprised Spelldon quite a few times when sneaking in for a surprise kiss on the cheek. Spelldon lightheartedly threatens to give Valentine a potion that make his footsteps as loud as a giant’s.

Spelldon might have used an invisibility potion to finally manage to sneak up on Valentine and surprise him with a kiss on a cheek. Valentine tells Spelldon he doesn’t need to try and surprise him, he would gladly take a kiss from him anytime.

“Who is this?!” Spelldon looks up and Valentine thinks he remembers hearing that voice from the radio…..

Casta has entered the chat.

Casta is still getting used to her younger brother dating an emotion-feeding vampire (especially someone who was as notorious as Valentine -she might be a famous singer, but she knows a fiend who knows a fiend who knows a vampire who has had a run-in with Valentine). But she’s proud to see her little brother thriving at Monster High She trusts Spelldon, and is happy to see Spelldon’s boyfriend tagging along and helping Spelldon gather and shop for potion supplies, and enjoy being a teenager (instead of always being on the road).

Valentine is still a bit nervous around Casta and all of her star-power (she may have threatened to turn him into a piglet if he hurts her brother. Spelldon said she was kidding and it’s a family joke).

I had forgotten that I had added some detail to my SDCC Valentine to try and make him closer to his film appearance. I had cut his hair (although he need to be dipped in some LA’s Totally Awesome as his hair is very gluey), add some paint to his earrings, glasses (and make them sunglasses with a paint wash) and shoes (I made the buckle into broken hearts and made the broken heart jacket buttons). I also added some extra gold and green embroidery to his lapel and cuff and some extra ribbon around his collar too.

Spelldon and his big sister Casta Fierce. I didn’t realize how much darker green she is until I got her out of storage (I had also painted her nails and boots too when I first got her). She also needs to be de-glued in some LA’s Totally Awesome. They look so good together, eeeeee!!!

Spelldon and his sister again (sans jacket). Oof! He might have been distracted by his boyfriend off camera.

Spelldon and Casta practicing their witchcraft while she is in town. They are not the best at fortune telling, but their mama would be proud they’re keeping up with their studies. Casta is the best at reciting magical incantations, while Spelldon is happy to be adding the ingredients. “The whole bottle should do it….I’m pretty sure.”

“This one has an invisible gas inside. And this one is a part of a rare ‘glow worm’ from a cave Valentine’s family had visited in Transylvania.” I was going to have the glow in the dark potion also hang from his belt, but it was too much weight and kept falling off.

“You’ve grown quite the collection of ingredients Spelly.”

“Thank you. I miss being on the road with you, …but it’s nice living in one place for a while. I’ve been able to safely practice my magic at Monster High. You’re right, they have a great magic course here. I’ve made new friends….and…someone who is more than a friend….”

Casta and Spelldon promise to keep Fate-timing each other at least once a week.

My G3 Deuce (don’t mind his glasses being off, all the other dolls have been told not to look at him, and visa versa, for this quick photo shoot, and the photographer was only stoned for an hour afterwards) and Spelldon (who used the same body and sculpt). Spelldon thinks Deuce looks kinda familiar, while Valentine is appalled at the thought that Spelldon might resemble Deuce.

(G3 Deuce’s hair repaint - I missed the gradient G1 Deuce had and G3 Deuce has a much more detail on his snakes in the show…..I don’t care for the paler plastic green his doll comes with).

And finally, a group photo of Spelldon and my other Monster High customs. Welcome to the family Spelldon!

[seiwas]

ik im late but im on my hands and knees BEGGING to know abt dad katsuki 😭🙏

riri hello 🥺 thanks for playing 🥺 and i was absolutely 100% waiting for this sdjbfas, you read my mind with katsuki 🥺

papa katsuki, where do i begin 🥺 i think, katsuki never fully thinks about whether he wants children or not. at some point, it's kind of an if-it-happens-it-happens kinda thing. and it's a lot to do with the fact that i don't think he ever feels fully prepared to have them. he knows you're settled, and it's something he wants to do for you, too, y’know? but what the hell does he know about parenthood? about fatherhood, especially?

so the 'if' does happen, and, he still can't put into words how he feels. it's only when your little girl is out and into his arms that you see it sink in a bit more. he holds her gently, the size of him dwarfing her in comparison. when she first opens her eyes, it's katsuki she sees, the same vermillion red staring back at her.

and, she looks just like him, you think. the same hair, the same eyes. the same smile (when he isn't grinning like a little shit). he tells you "she looks so cute" and you can't help but giggle, teasing him that that's how you think he looks too.

he cooks for her, without fail, every meal every day. and he changes her diapers when he can, bathes her when he can. he does all that he can, whenever he can, because he never wants to lack in anything. katsuki is a lot more hands-on than he gives himself credit for, but it's only because he never feels like any of it is enough.

when she hits 2, it really is terrible. absolute chaos all over the house. she has his spunk, his stubbornness; she's unafraid and fairly independent for her age, climbing up the sofa and down the back, saying 'no' every time katsuki tells her to brush her teeth or go to sleep—hero reflexes be damned, because it seems katsuki's dad reflexes have become sharper, and his patience has no choice but to grow longer.

he figures it out though, just like he always does, and it's healing, watching him heal himself too. instead of yelling, he sits her down and speaks to her, voice level and firm. he always tells her she's loved. always. after every argument and after every scolding, it's always: "mama and papa love you". he never raises his voice at her lest it teach her to do the same to others, and he always asks her to communicate what she wants properly ("y'have to tell me what y'want 'else i can't help you).

and he'll hug her, always; tell her he's proud of her no matter how small (because a part of him feels that maybe that's what he needed back when he was younger).

there's something new to learn everyday, but watching katsuki raise your daughter like this—you feel lucky, blessed even, that katsuki loves this way.

[zappyjoan]

BIG ASS LIST OF FSAMILY HCS GO

Mayday

Has a mom, dad, and two younger sisters. She grew up in Natura in a pretty high-up family, dad is a finance worker in the nsr building and mom is part of the Natura management. They were quite strict, only showing their support for rock when it was more stable in vinyl city, but now prefer her sisters' enjoyment for EDM. As she got older, she clashed with them, and eventually left their home when she dropped out of college. She hasn't spoken to them, but does talk to her sisters.

Zuke

Has a Mom and Dad, with west obviously. He isn't from vinyl city, but a kampung on the outskirts, though it still was under nsr's domain. His kampung (and many others) faced the worst of the blackouts because of their distance from the city and their limited resources, so everyone there is a bit weary of nsr. His family is quite large, and they all have shadow puppets. His mom is a second-generation jamacian immigrant.

DJSS //tw toxic parent

Raised by a single mom. His whole childhood, she would lecture him about him mattering in the world and making great art to make her proud. She essentially only praised him when he made very impressive music, and was ashamed of him when he quit his teaching career. She has recently remarried, has a wife now.

Sayu kids

keeping it simple bc there's so many of them Tila has a single dad and three older sisters, remi is an only child with a mom and dad, Dodo is a single child with a single mom (taken from a friennd mwahaha), and sofa has a mom and dad, and older brother.

Yinu

We know who her parents are, so grandparents. Yinu's mom has 4 older sisters, and the whole family are plant people. Mama's mother is dominican, and her father is malay. Yinu's dad, on the other hand, has a younger sister and was mainly raised by his mother and mystery man. His father was a fauna person (wereanimal), his mother was a plant person. his dad is mexican and his mom is dominican-malay. (Taken from a friend mwahahaha)

Neon J

He had a single mom and littler sister. Growing up, he was the self-appointed man of the house (though he was born a girl), which contributed to his heroic tendencies. Learned to make toys to comfort his sister. He hasn't seen her or their mother in decades, and he doesn't know where they are.

Eve //toxic parent, ableism

Grew up relatively rich with a mom and dad. Her dad was laid-back and tried his best to understand his daughter, her mom, not so much. Very much a pro-masking parent, "why can't you be normal" type mom. She was also the one that instilled her skin dysmorphia as a teen. Currently, she is in contact with her father, but her mother is trying to leech off her newfound popularity. (Taken from a friend, with some of my own hcs)

Tatiana

Mystery Man is her twin brother. She often rebelled against their parents, especially when they would force her to be girlier and discourage her interest in rock and metal (Taken from a friend). Their mother was made of opal, and their father was obsidian. Mystery man himself is made of sedimentary rock.

[star-girl69]

I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: ok thoughts on this being a fix-it fic??? aka no one dies basically (i still have to work out the details but…) anyways we’re finally back to the (somewhat) canon plot. i hope you all enjoy!!

also this fic is available to read on ao3!! my acc is: star_girl69

warnings: incest, swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of death, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Eighteen- I Made You

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Before your mother had died, you spent all of your time with her. The nanny’s were often dismissed, the nursemaid not needed, because your mother wanted to hold her baby. Do everything for her baby, for you.

You had a memory of her, hazy, of her getting ready for a dinner with some important people from the region. You sat on a chair beside her, watching with wide eyes as a handmaiden placed a pink powder on her face, brushed her hair back.

“Promise me, my love.”

“Yes, mama?” You has whispered, entranced with your mother.

She turned to you with a sad smile, and you could see the creams piled onto her face. She looked unnaturally younger.

“Promise me you’ll never change what I made.”

You tilted your head to the side, confused. She pulled you into her lap, brushing something wet off of her face.

“I made you, you know. I made your heart, your brain, your fingers and toes. That is the most beautiful thing about being a mother. Knowing that you made something from scratch, made a whole human being.” She took a shuddering breath, and a handmaiden whispered that it was time to go. “Promise me you won’t change for someone else? Don’t pile these creams on your face, don’t wear tight dresses. You are perfect the way I made you.”

She lifted you off of her lap, giving you a final pat on the head before heading down to dinner.

A nanny whisked you off to your own room, tucked you into bed with a story and promises that your mother would be back soon.

She died a few days later, of course. A horse-riding accident. But even as young as you were, you never forgot what she said.

No matter if you couldn’t make sense of it. No matter that the memory hurt to think about.

You never forgot.

—-

It wasn’t until this day that you finally understood what your mother meant.

As you stared at the thing in your arms, a writhing mess of blood-covered flesh. White hair on top of a head, tufts of it, like snow.

“A girl, My Lady.”

“A girl?” Your brown was damp, hair sticking to your sweaty head.

“A girl,” the maester repeated, kind smile on his face. You think you smiled as well, breathless and still consumed with pain.

You looked back down to the baby. To your baby.

She didn’t open her eyes, but you knew she had the most stunning lilac eyes. From somewhere outside, you faintly heard the unmistakable sound of Cannibal roaring. His approval for a healthy baby, you thought.

“Shall I call in the Prince and Princess, my Lady?” You nodded absentmindedly to the handmaiden, watching as your daughter wrapped her small hand around your finger.

“I made you,” you whispered. “Don’t change what I made. Because I made you perfect.”

The door flew open, the sounds of footsteps filling your ears. You looked up, seeing Daemon fall to his knees at the edge of your bed.

“Oh, oh, Gods,” he murmured, reaching out a tentative hand to the snow-white tufts of hair. “Oh, my love, you did so well.” He brought his other hand to you, pressing a kiss to your bare arm.

Rhaenyra followed, stomach round like yours, looking over Daemon with that same look in her eyes.

“A boy? A girl?” She asks, something wet falling down her face as she reaches forward to brush back the sweaty hair stuck to your brow.

“I made a girl,” you whisper, proud of what you’ve done. What you’ve made.

Rhaenyra lets out a cross between a sob and a laugh.

Love, you have learned, is not contentment. Is not something to just get by. It is fire, it is consuming, it is fear and fire all rolled into one.

In this moment, you do not feel content. You feel scared, loved, proud.

“Our baby,” Rhaenyra whispers.

You are on fire.

—-

You are thirty-two years old. You know the difference between like and love, the difference between want and need. You know that you love your daughters, your sons. You like books and chocolate cake, sewing with Rhaena. You love Cannibal, and you love the feel of just him and you in the clouds.

You know that you need your husband and wife, want the fire they create inside of you.

You are like a storm inside, and you crave equilibrium. You need them, with their warm hands and overprotective natures, clipped ways of talking that make you hang from their every word. They are the right amount of chaos and peace, keeping you on your toes while simultaneously making themselves a fixture in your life. Dependability and spontaneity do not mix, but your dragons have managed to roll the two into one. They remind you of your own mortality while still making you feel engrossed in the moment, enough so it only hangs in the back of your mind.

Besides, with them, you never feel anything other than fire.

You are thirty-two, standing on the balcony of Dragonstone. You fidget with the necklace hanging on your chest, a Valyrian steel dragon.

You look out towards the mountains, where your husband searches for a clutch of dragon eggs. You have only had one daughter- the light of your life, blood of your blood, Daenys- but Syrax and Caraxes are as insatiable as their riders.

You sigh as Joffrey calls for you, turning away from his nanny.

“Yes, sweetling?”

“What should I name my dragon?” You turn to him, seeing a wooden dragon in his hands.

“Oh, Gods. I’m not sure. Perhaps you should name it Y/N?” He laughs, and you smile while your stomach rolls with nausea.

You have had a bad feeling all week- Daemon jokes you might be a dragon dreamer- and it has manifested itself into a feeling in your stomach. Rhaenyra scolds him and urges you to visit the maester, who gives you teas that do help. It is anxiety, he says. About what, you do not know.

The door opens abruptly, red silk swishing as Rhaenyra walks down the steps. She beckons you over and you come into earshot of Jace and his tutor.

“And landed at the Blackwater Rush.” Rhaenyra takes your arm, pressing a kiss to your cheek. She walks forward with you next to her, speaking something in Valyrian you don’t quite catch. Your stomach rolls pleasurably know, the way her tongue rolls over the sounds making the fire inside flare deliciously.

Jace repeats the word several times, trying to get it into his brain.

“At the end?” He asks, gesturing towards Rhaenyra.

“Mouth.” She provides, and he hangs his head.

“Mouth! Come on, Jace, you knew that.” You break from Rhaenyra, placing what you hope to be a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Perhaps that’s enough for this morning.” Rhaenyra suggests, both arms looping under herself now that she does not have you to hold.

“No, no! I want to keep going.” Rhaenyra shrugs, and you back away, let him have his space. “Maester,”

The maester says something else, and Jace nods to himself.

“Aegon ordered that the trees should be… killed.”

Rhaenyra shakes her head with a smile, and you start to circle over to her.

“Cut down?” You ask, and she shakes her head again.

Jace shrugs, and Rhaenyra takes pity on him.

“Felled,” Jace scoffs.

“It is a related word,” you try.

“We don’t expect you to learn High Valyrian in a day, Jace.”

Jace shakes his head, hair whipping as he does so.

“A king should honor the traditions of his forebears.”His tone is final, but Rhaenyra does not waver.

“Well… unless you’re planning to depose your own mother you have plenty of time to study.”

Jace stands in silence, and Rhaenyra looks on him warmly. But the door opens and Daemon comes up the stairs, having returned from the Dragonmount.

His head hangs low as he walks and you would be lying if you said you did not practically run over to him. But his face does brighten when you open your arms to him. He wraps around you tight, pressing a distracted kiss to your temple.

“Leave us,” Rhaenyra murmurs, and you hear the shuffling of feet and doors. Daemon let’s out a hard sigh, and you pull back to look at him.

“What’s happened?” You ask as Rhaenyra walks over, and he does nothing but hand her a small scroll and pull you back to his side.

You watch Rhaenyra’s face as you read, seeing confusion, understanding, and anger all roll across your face. She gives the scroll to you with a distressed look, and you pour over it quickly.

“He means to question Luke’s legitimacy. And by extension Jace, and by extension my own claim to the throne.” You frown, taking in her words and Baela’s swooping letters.

“Vaemond cares only about Driftmark and the Velaryon line. Not about our politics.”

“He’s a foolish man,” you hiss, and Rhaenyra takes the note back from you.

“Has he made common cause with Otto Hightower yet?”

“That is what I fear.” She sighs, letting her arms fall. “Rhaenys has flown to court. Surely she cannot be planning to back him.”

“No. Whatever disagreements we may have had, she’s not cruel… or stupid enough to do that.”

“Disagreements?” Rhaenyra hisses, and you sigh and place your forehead upon Daemon’s shoulder. The events leading up to their marriage had been eventful, to say the least, and you had heard much about it. “She believes we had her son killed so that we might marry.”

“Yes… and yet, she’s taken Baela to ward.” Your heart clenches at Daemon’s words, at the thought of your Baela.

“And it is Laena’s memory she homes. She has no love for us.” She shakes her head, smiling bitterly. “The only one of us in this marriage she actually likes is you, Y/N.”

Daemon smiles and leans back, arm curling up to press against the side of your head.

“Has the viper’s venom spread so far?”

“Those vipers rule in my father’s name. And my father-” She trails off, and your purse your lips. Reaching out a hand, she sees it and takes it. Her skin is warm against yours, and she squeezes, excess stress seeping out from her. She sighs. “What choice do I have?”

Daemon says nothing, simply taking his left hand and reaching out. He rests it on the side of Rhaenyra’s face.

The moment is tender, and you feel sated with love.

Daemon drops his hand.

“To King’s Landing, then.”

—-

With your late husband gone, King’s Landing holds no strife for you. Besides Otto Hightower, knowing that the threat you present to his family with your dragon.

Otto is a latern. You are fire. Cannibal much prefers fire.

The boat ride was uneventful, the most that happened being some of the younger children feeling sick. As the carriage bumped, you thought back to long night’s in your cabin with Daemon and Rhaenyra, the three of you each holding a nauseous young child all throughout the night.

Daenys and Viserys squirmed in your lap, much more happy at the feel of earth beneath them.

Rhaenyra looked to you with a smile, shifting to face you. Her legs pressed against yours, her smile hard to see in the poorly lit carriage.

“Are you nervous?” You whispered, hoping she would let you in.

“A bit. But it is best to face it, yes? No use worrying.” You nodded, pressing a solemn smile to your face. She stared at you for a moment, before the carriage came to an abrupt stop.

“All hail Rhaenyra of House Targaryen,”

“Jace, help your mother with one of the babies,”

“Princess of Dragonstone-”

“But-”

“-and heir to the Iron Throne-”

“You would do well to listen to her, Jace. Now help your mother.”

“-and her royal consort, Prince Daemon Targaryen.”

You straightened your skirts, Viserys tight in your grip, after Jace had taken Daenys from you. He scowled, balancing both his sword and his younger sister.

“Cunts,” Daemon hisses. “I have two wives.”

The carriage door opened and Rhaenyra stepped out, taking a few slow steps down the stairs. No doubt feeling a thousand emotions, seeing the place she grew up after so many years. The people she has grown up with.

Daemon stepped out next, standing next to the stairs as you followed. Warm hands around your waist, making sure you didn’t stumble on the delicate wooden steps.

His gaze flicked from you to Rhaenyra, and you nodded, feet touching solid ground. He left you with the children, Jace and Luke following as well as Rhaena. She pressed herself to your side, never one for unfamiliar places.

The door opens, and a lord you do not recognize walks swiftly over to Rhaenyra. He bows, awkwardly, as Jace complains that carrying a baby will ruin his reputation. Rhaena huffs before you can say anything, taking Daenys from him without a word.

“Welcome back, Princess.”

“Lord Caswell.”

—-

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[ladylooch]

Omg I must see how timo and Liv make up? And what role Emma and Luca (maybe even lio) play in the making up. Maybe like something really big and/or exciting happens in Liv’s life and it makes her wish she had her dad around and Timo finds out and wishing he was there for the important moment. And of course starts to like Luca:))

A/N: This one got loooong. Our sweet girl liv 🥺💜

Liv cannot believe the email that she is seeing. 

She is going to be a published author! Her first publication is going to be a whole freaking book! She lays back, kicking her feet up in the air. She grabs her phone, rolling onto her stomach as she listens to the FaceTime jingle connect to her mom back home.

“Hello Livy.” Emma murmurs into the phone. It is late, Liv realizes now.

“Oh I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”

“No, dad and I were sitting by the lake. How are you?” Liv tries not to let her smile falter at the mention of her still estranged father.

It’s been months since the summer night Liv left home. In October, Emma had come to parents weekend on her own. Timo flew over with her, but spent all his time with Lio, giving Liv distance. Other than a few, brief moments together at Lio & Luca’s game, Liv continues to keep her dad at an arm’s length. 

“I am great. I have news.” She wiggles her shoulders. Emma perks, face expectantly glistening at her daughter. “I’m going to be a published author. My professor submitted my short story collection to a small company in Chicago. They want to do a full, 100+ page collection and publish it!”

“YES!” Emma cheers, jumping up and down. “Of course you are baby! I am so proud of you!” Emma’s eyes drift above the phone, then dart quickly back down to the screen. “So what are the next steps?”

Liv fills her mom in. This is the early stages, but because it is a shorter collection, it can be printed and released within the next 3 months. Right after Liv’s birthday is their target date. As Liv speaks, her mom moves into her office, closing the pocket door behind her.

“How wonderful! Oh, I knew you would reach your goal well before you were done with school.”

“Mama.” Liv chuckles. She is Liv’s biggest fan. The two women chat a little longer before Liv needs to head out to her next class. Before she goes, her mom has one final question.

“Is it okay with you if I tell daddy?” Emma asks, nervously. Liv nods. Despite everything, she wants him to know. 

It’s a grueling couple of months. Liv has to learn quickly to balance a long-distance relationship, several rounds of edits and her school work. Several times, she is crying to Luca on the phone that maybe she can’t do this. Maybe she should back out of the book. Luca talks her through every wave of uncertainty. 

“You can do this, baby. Don’t worry about us right now. We are solid. Worry about you and your dreams. I’ll see you when I can, okay?”

The problem is, Liv wants to see Luca. And her mom. She really needs a hug from her mom right now.

The night of the book launch, her publisher hosts a party in her honor. It just so happens to coincide with Luca’s schedule, and an off-day when the Wild are playing in Detroit. A quick flight gets him in Liv’s arms for the first time in months, where she refuses to let go of him. Lio is playing in Chicago the next night. It all perfectly came together for her big day.

For once, she is the main focus of the family.

But when her family walks in to the event space, beaming at her, Liv’s heart cracks in her chest. Discouraged tears rush into her eyes as she hugs her mom. Liv knows Timo came with her mom and younger brothers, but he is not here tonight. No one asked if he was invited; they all assumed it would be this way. Liv did too. But now that this is all happening, it feels wrong. Wrong in her heart. Wrong in her soul. Wrong in every rush of aliveness in her being.

She needs her dad.

“We are so proud of you!” Emma squeezes her tight again. “This is only the beginning. Anything you want is within your reach. I know it.” Emma squeezes her hand, then steps aside for hugs from the boys. 

Once those squeezes are done, including the half asses ones from the twins, Liv grabs her mom’s forearm. 

“Mama, can we talk?”

“Of course.” The two women leave the boys to talk shop aka hockey. “What’s up?” Liv swallows hard, looking into her mom’s brown eyes. 

“Ah… What is daddy doing right now?” Emma straightens, pausing to read every flicker of Liv’s face. 

“Um, he’s… at the hotel.” 

“The four seasons?”

“Yes.” 

“What room?”

“419.”

“Okay. I’ll be back.”

“Okay.” Emma whispers in awe. She thinks about warning Timo briefly, but ultimately, this is not her place.

Liv’s teeth chatter the entire ride to the hotel in the passenger seat of Luca’s rental car. His hand on her thigh is the only thing preventing her from clattering off the seat to the floor mats. She keeps trying to pull in deep, calming breaths. When Luca pulls into the valet, he pauses, putting the car in park.

“Do you want me to come in?”

“No.. well.. yes.. No.” She shakes her head, unclipping her seatbelt. The valet opens her door. She swallows hard. “Could you just wait in the lobby?”

“Yes. Whatever you need, babe.”

“Thank you.” She whispers.

They walk hand in hand to the elevators. Liv’s fingers reluctantly leave his.

“I’m right here.” Luca reminds her as the doors close, separating them. When they steel presses together, her anxious expression looks back at her. She had her make up professionally done. She looks so much like her mom, so beautiful and elegant. The doors open and she walks to the left. Their room is in the corner, at the end of the hall. Before she can talk herself out of it, she knocks. 

“Baby, did you forget your… purse.” Timo asks, holding up her mom’s black bag. Timo freezes when he realizes she is not Emma. He is dressed to the 9s in his best, blue suit. A shiny black bowtie is perfectly arranged at the opening of his neck. His loafers are shined, ankles exposed, and hair perfectly slicked into place. He looks dressed for the exact kind of event she came from.

“Um, no, but we can bring that to her.” Liv blurts. She can hear her blood pounding through her body.

“Hi Liv.” Timo says. 

“Hi.”

“What… ah… are you doing here? Did mama send you for her purse?” His eyebrows pull together in confusion. “I could have brought it. But I thought maybe I’m on a certain black list. Wouldn’t be the first time.” He adds a half-hearted chuckle. Liv folds her bottom lip into her mouth.

“No, I don’t think mama knows she forgot her purse.”

“Oh. Well here.” Timo awkwardly extends the YSL shoulder bag out by it’s gold chain. Liv tentatively takes it, letting it rest in her hands in front of her. They stare at each other, not quite believing they are breathing the same air. Liv has darker hair than before. She always loses her summer highlights in the winter. Her brown hair is deep and rich like her mom’s. She’s so beautiful; Timo can’t believe she’s half him. “So, why are you here?”

“I was having a great night tonight. At least I thought I was. But then mama and the boys walked in without you and, I felt so.” She pauses, licking her dry lips and swallowing to ease the static in her throat. “So incomplete.” Timo’s eyes drop to the floor. “I don’t want this night to happen without you. It won’t mean as much. Everyone important is in that room, except for you.”

“Sweetheart, if mama told you I was sad earlier and you feel like you have to invite me, you don’t. I don’t deserve to be there.”

“I am not here because of mama. I know we have a lot to talk about, but I really want you there with us. Will you come back with me?”

“Yes.” The rush of air from Timo is immense. He sucks in a shaky breath after, trying like hell not to break down into sobs. “Of course. Thank you. Liv, this means.. so much to me.” Timo turns to go back into the room. “I’ll grab my wallet and we can go.”

“Okay. You should know Luca is downstairs. He brought me here.”

“Okay. That’s great.” Timo nods, searching under his clothes, trying to find his wallet. “Here it is.” Timo chuckles. “Your mom still insists I need a chain on this but… yuck.” He shake his head.

“Not fashionable at all.” Liv smiles, knowing her dad’s preferences all revolve around the season’s hottest trends coming out of Italy. Timo puts it in the inner pocket of his suit jacket as he looks at his daughter.

“Livy I am so proud of you. And I love you so much.”

“Do you?” Liv whispers. Timo’s face shatters, cheeks tight with emotion. 

“Yes. Every day of your existence. I used to cry at the mere thought of you in my arms when you were in mama.” Liv knows this. She’s seen the videos her mom took of him wiping his wet cheeks. “Although I know I have not gone about this the best, every thing I’ve done has been with your best interest in mind… keeping you safe too. But you are grown up now. You’re way smarter than me and it’s your life. I respect that.” 

“Daddy, Luca and I are in love.” Liv says as she steps towards him, putting herself into his arms.

“I know, hon. Mama told me.” Timo responds. “Heard about your birthday too… The celebration you always deserve.” He trails off. “Sorry I missed another one.” 

“You’ll come over next year?” 

“Of course. Wouldn’t miss it.” Liv rests her cheek on his chest, closing her eyes as he hugs her close.

“Are those the cuff links I gave you?” She wonders after they separate.

“Yeah.” Timo chuckles, bringing his wrist up for her to see. 

“Remember when I thought those were just my initials?” She grins, looking up at him.

“Yeah…. Your mom and I couldn’t think past L I guess. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, you kept me as the only girl and that seems better.” 

“Our perfect girl.” Timo murmurs. “Let’s go. I wanna tell everyone all about you being my daughter.” 

Timo and Liv head down to the lobby where Luca waits for them. He grins wide when he sees the two Meiers walking towards him. Liv is so happy. Her arm is laced through Timo’s and they laugh about Emma forgetting her purse and still not realizing it. Timo’s smile stays even when he sees Luca. 

“Are we ready to go back?” Luca asks. 

“Yeah. We are all here now.”

“Hi, I’m Timo, Liv’s dad. It’s nice to meet you.” Timo grins. Luca laughs, shaking his hand solidly, while going along with it.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. You should know I keep my hands to myself, sir.”

“I’m sure you do.” Timo chuckles. 

“Really?” Liv asks Luca.

“It’s funny. We’re laughing, no?” Luca laces their fingers together then opens the door for Liv so she can walk through first. It takes everything in Luca to not let his eyes drift to the sweet curve of her ass in that dress.

Things with Timo may have calmed, but Luca knows better than to press his luck any further tonight.

Plus, tonight isn’t about any of them, it’s about Liv. And she deserves the best.

[kankuroplease]

I dont wanna be an ungrateful little shit but i see the suzaku lolykids lil pic 👀👀👀 possibly meaning they also have some hcs 👀👀👀 (also girl dad suzaku with 2 wives, dude is living the dream of every hetero guy/lesbian girl 😌)

There’s not that many HCs for them. They have names, ages, occupations, and some personality.

Michiko

eldest/firstborn twin. age: 29, 6’0”

Very bubbly and optimistic  civilian doctor

She can use the Akimichi’s expansion jutsu as she was trained, but she dropped out of the academy with her parents full support

Has bunny teeth

Harasses Kakashi about introducing her to his friends

Extremely confident. Someone not liking how she looks is THEIR problem, not hers.

Michiyo

Younger twin by 3 minutes. Age: 29, 6’1”

A Kunoichi (medical nin) that’s more proud to be an Akimichi than a Senju.

She worked hard to be able to master the expansion jutsu but still struggles to maintain it do to a high metabolism 

Envy’s how easy it was for Michiko who just threw her talents away for civilian life, in her opinion

In a long term committed relationship. Her sisters tease that she found the fluffiest Akimichi to prove some point they’re not entirely wrong. But still, it’s none of their business

Has and attitude and she’ll fight you if you say anything about her parents or sisters.

Manami

Third born, age: 28 (turning 29), 5 ‘8”

Civilian doctor, OB/GYN

Unlike her older sisters, she never went to academy. Instead she stayed home and learned medicine from her parents.

She’s considered an old soul and they have to drag her out of the house away from her plant children

Very soft spoken and a bit skittish.

Is the mediator between the sisters

 loves to dance and singing when no one’s around

Megumi

The youngest! Age: 21, 5’4”

Carpenter. You name, she can build it thanks to Mama’s (Erika) teachings. Also dabbles with tapestry like her Mommy (Aja), and earns a small fortune selling them to far away countries.

Absolutely hates being the youngest and that the Senju height seems to have skipped only her 😭

Like her oldest sister, she’s very bubbly but that can easily turn into extremely enthusiastic.

Animal lover extraordinaire. As a large free range pet lizard she talks to

Easily amused with things

If she’s had a bad day, someone is going to have to scoot over and let her sleep in their bed. Be that her parents or her sisters 🤣

[donutenthusiast]

Heads up, there is kny/ demon slayer spoilers ahead as this oc does very little to affect the main storyline.

It is also messy as I was just writing about how she would interact with sanemi at first but it turned out to be how she would play in the story in total lol.

I have a hashira oc who was supposed to be there and stop the demon in sanemi and genyas town (pretty sure it was actually muzan) but was late and blames herself for the boys losing their family, so she kinda took them in and acts as a maternal figure for them, teaching them basic sword fighting and feeding them, and giving warm beds to sleep in, and just pampering them in total.

she obviously didn't like how sanemi treats genya, so from time to time, she'll hear about something he did and bonk him on the head with the sheath of her katana.

"Leave your brother alone!" As she casually slaps him on the back of the head, and he won't do anything about it because he kinda has a bit of respect/gratitude towards/for her.

Likewise, you'd imagine how scared shitless genya was to go back to the estate after the final selection where he pulled one of the ubuyashiki girls hair, he was on high alert until Hikari inevitably caught him and practically beat him into the ground cause she taught him better than that. Gyomei had helped her, apologising through tears to genya as it all went down.

She used to be a mentor for shinobu and Kane, giving shinobu the shoes with the built in blades, and teaching her how to brew basic medicine.

Her and Kane would often times talk about sanemi.

Mitsuri is like a younger sister to her, giving kanroji an older sister she never had, the 3 girls (formerly 4) would have little sleepovers in Hikari's estate.

Obanai and Hikari do not like eachother, he views her as an "obstacle" for mitsuri's attention, and Hikari doesn't trust his intentions with kanroji.

Rengoku often visits for food and occasionally can be found in Hikari 's kitchen eating her leftovers. She was completely distraught when she heard of his death but still leaves a special plate out for him.

Gyomei and Hikari are best buddies, top two hashira that the ubuyashiki family can trust. They joined around the same time and can be found talking about genya and his accomplishments.

Muichiro is also like a son to Hikari, though he never remembers her. she feels bad for what he's gone through.

Tengen used to brag to Hikari about his 3 wives, in which she would look at him like how tanjiro looked at zenitsu in the field when they first met, he eventually learned to shut up about it. Now is always super extra with respect because he now feels kinda embarrassed just by that look, what he doesn't know, was that it wasn't because of his 3 wives, but because he just genuinely stank every time, i doubt he has showers.

Giyuu would crash at her place sometimes, letting her take care of him a bit. She'd make sure he eats a proper meal and make him some sleep medicine so he can rest properly, and of course, sanemi wouldn't like this, being the little chihuahua he is.

Hikari wasn't fond of the fact that nezuko was turned into a demon at such a young age, but was willing to slay her with minimal pain should ubuyashiki ask her to. At first. then she got to know nezuko, and tanjiro, and the whole gang, then nezuko reminded her of herself when she was younger and lived in the mountains alone.

Hikari is an expert at producing poisons and often drinks a few of them to gain immunity. It freaked the hell out of everyone at first, lol.

When she found out saneni had tried to blind genya, she looked at him coldly and hit him with the classic "I'm not mad, just dissapointed" he didn't like that one bit.

While falling through the infinity castle, she yelled for her boys to stay safe and fight hard, to make their mama proud, they're real mama, not her, cause she knows she isn't their mom, and could never replace someone so dear and precious to them.

She would go on to fight kokushibo with genya, losing a leg, and crawling over to her boy, holding him close as sanemi and gyomei finished uppermoon 1, saying how she'll be right behind him so he won't be alone.

"You did so well, my genya, you're family would be so proud of who you've become" her voice would crack as she brushed the hair out of his face, sanemi would come kneel beside them, genya starts telling aniki about how great and kind he was to him, as sanemi would try hold onto his fading brother. he'll cry onto Hikari's lap as she pats his head, combing her fingers through his white hair.

"Dearest Nemi, we did our best, now, you must continue to fight, and live a happy, healthy, long life, okay?" She'd say softly, and it's not until her cold hand stops that he realizes shes dead, her body still sitting upright, a soft smile on her face as her last tears fall from her closed eyes, hand still resting on his head as he looks up with pain filled eyes.

In short, I can't live without angst, I originally made Hikari to take care of the hashira and spread the love and care that I felt they all needed, but since energy can't dissappear, and needs to go somewhere, I used her as a way to absorb some of that negative energy and lessen the pain for them all, but I guess they all still get hurt in the end by her death, except obanai lol.

Anywho, if you guys want to know more about her just let me know lol

[decreare]

Baby Mama White Knight (CH1 B-SIDE)

Weiss grunted as she stripped herself of her clothes, letting them fall in her shared bedroom as she looked down at herself. She was near nude, her dark blue gift making the plae skin squeezed into it Pop. She smiled at herself, planning to twirl herself in front of a mirror to also enjoy her husband’s surprise. “I got Fat!”

She shouted so loud that it nearly filled the house. Turning around and smacking the pounds added throughout the years of giving birth to five children (Twins, then triplets) and motherhood.

The most noticeable thing was how her curves benefited from the passage of time. Explaining why things felt tighter then before as she adjusted her garments with a tug.  

She pinched her stomach, her mind freezing as she felt fat pile up at the pinch of her stomach. Having to take a seat from the shock as she covered her face.

“Gods is this what my mother felt like when she had us?”

She muttered out loud to herself. Sure she was quite happy with her current life, a loving husband and freedom to raise her children away from whatever troubled her from her past. But still she carried the scars of her past life as she prodded at her left eyebrow. Her hands were the first thing she looked at after all these years. Delicate hands for a delicate weapon. Her tendons were bloated and fingers bent. Her previously dagger-like digits worn down from digging dirt for lost toys and holding her children in hard grips.Her figure, something she was mocked for, was built from ballet and fencing which she made in her fighting form. It was something she was PROUD of.  Now it carried the weight of Motherhood. Heavy knees from carrying her pregnancies to term.Her skin was her most defining feature. The icy pale tone synonymous with the Schnee name. That was now sun-kissed. A freckled Schnee with stretched skin on her abdomen, the only place that had that familiar near-albino skin.

“I’ve become some Commoner Cow…”

The type of figure she was taught to laugh at behind their back, the fact they didn’t belong in Atlas high society. “Guess I don’t belong…” Tears dripped from her eyes. She didn’t WANT to cry, she Hated Her time as a Heiress. Masquerades with real faces, the horrors of the 1% treated as a casual pass time. She never belonged with those kind of people. Guess this was the last part of her old life that was still in her mind, and now it dying from the absurdity of someoene like her becoming Happy! She was compelled to grab the photoalbum she kept under the nightstand, knowing she didn’t want to, knowing she would be hurt by what she sees. Looking past the tears, she saw her younger self, the former Weiss Schnne with Myrtenaster held proudly. Weiss Arc on her wedding day, a picture of her sunburnt skin made her laugh. Her first pregancy, her second. A picture of them all tired and holding each other so closely, nothing like her family. She remembered holding their small forms, their falls and tumbles, how’d the twins wanted to learn fencing and ballet like she had and she could only swell in pride.

She didn’t hear the door open as she wallowed in added pounds and memories both good and bad. Her blonde partner sensed she needed comfort from his garden. He slowly made his way up into the upstairs bedroom, not knowing what to make of her state as knew he had to comfort her. So he wrapped his arms around her, his unshaven chin resting on her snow-white hair. Being pulled into her husband’s lap as he sat down on their bed.

“What’s wrong?”

She felt Jaune rock her from side to side. Continuing to let out choked sobs after her husband snuck up to hug her from behind. She wanted to kiss him as she stroked his fuzzy cheek while looking in the mirror again. They looked so Perfect. Like a loving couple, even though Jaune was in dirt-streaked overalls and graying blonde hair due to their adventures adding so much weight to his mind and Weiss was in tight lingerie after wrangling her kids throughout the entire morning and getting her clothes dirty with food and love. What she wore enough was a simple luxury despite the fact she could afford so much more, finding such fancy things quickly lost their value when faced against children, and they were simply Priceless compared to the farce that was her life before Beacon.

They were loved, they were happy, and if they ever felt overwhelmed they had the combined teams of RWBY and JNPR and the suffocatingly loving Arc clan to come and help. Their children were happy and loved by their friends and family. Everything was as perfect as life can be despite the constant messiness. Jaune was loved, Weiss was loved, and they loved each other despite the pains and troubles they carried, practically opposite in origin. She felt herself smile while in Jaune’s arms. She looked back at herself with pride through the tears.

And let out tears of joy.

Jaune could only sputter as his wife broke out in tears and soft laughs.

“I feel like a cow Jaune, and I’m Happy!”

Jaune became even more confused at his wife’s statement, not even sure why her gaining some weight would be a bad thing.

“I-is gaining some baby weight a good or bad t-thing?”

She whipped away the tears from her face when they stopped, her face hurting from smiling so hard but still she was content despite it all.

“Well, my knight, what do you think of your Princess gaining a few pounds, looking more like a common whore than a proper lady~”

Jaune felt like he was experiencing whiplash as Weiss rubbed her fattened behind on his Denim-covered crotch. He couldn't lie he enjoyed the sight of a plumper Weiss in his arms while she only wore blue lingerie that strained to stay on her frame more than before.  

“Y-you are beautiful as the day you let me take your hand in marriage. N-now you carry the body of a mother with the same grace as b-before, I c-couldn’t be more in l-love. You have given everything I could have ever w-wanted with your presence!”

He fumbled, confused by Weiss's mood swings, but his words were as true as he could make. Plus he thought she looked a bit better than before. More like a Mother, proof she had given birth to his children.

“Oh Jaune you charmer!”

His genuine compliments earn him a kiss as Weiss lowers his head, her dainty hands grasping at the straps of his overalls to undo them. She was picked up in the middle of their embrace, squealing into her kiss as she flipped into laying in their bed. The springs creaked as Jaune made her lie down, not caring that the rough weight shifting made the mattress worryingly squeak. Trapping her within his arms for now.

“Tell me what’s going on Weiss”

Her arousal felt betrayed as she huffed, knowing where this will lead to.

“Fine. I’ve been doing some reflecting. Who I am, who I should be, who I am with you, with our kids, and I kinda panicked? I really wasn’t expecting this, least of all getting Fat”

“And is that a bad thing-”

She pressed a finger against his lips.

“Did you ever expect being a Huntsman would be this hard?”

That froze the both of them, making them still for minutes as they didn’t separate.

Slowly, she was lifted up alongside Jaune, wrapping an arm around her waist as they made their way to the window, their children still playing outside.

They stood there, watching them play with pride, their fears dissipating.

“I don’t regret-”

“I don’t regret-”

“...”

“...”

“And This is why we are married my tall, blonde, scraggly knight, what would you do without me~”

“Probably still lost following Ruby around”

She could only gasp at the truth of the statement, not even entertaining the idea of looking at his smirking face as they refocused their gaze on their kids. Weiss tried to ignore her heart racing as Jaune’s rough fingers slightly dug into her love handle.

Despite it all, she was Happy, just a momentary lapse of despair in her life.

[hurt-comfort-lover]

Mirabel AU / Mirabel Angst / Mama Mirabel / Part One

Mirabel’s birth was a miracle. She was a very easy child, especially compared to her fussy counterpart Camilo. She slept through the night, having minimal tantrums that could be fixed by just playing with her. She giggled all the time, she was such a curious child. She grabbed anything she could reach, including her mother’s arepas. Ironically as they grew up Camilo became more prone to stealing arepas than Mirabel. As she grew up, Camilo and her were best friends. Pepa and Julieta would take them to the garden, or just explore the town together. They slept together, ate together, and played together. Though that didn’t stop her hermana mayores from stealing her and playing with her. Isabella in particular loved to make Mirabel flower crowns. She would get so excited to tell Mirabel about every new plant she learned about. Mirabel always listened attentively. Luisa would wrestle with Mirabel, and throw her in the air to her mother’s dismay. Dolores was more hesitant with Mirabel, though she did enjoy her company. After she explained to Mirabel that her ears were sensitive and would hurt from loud noises, Mirabel would take extra care to not be too loud when Dolores was around. It was something Dolores appreciated. Even her Tio Bruno was fond of Mirabel. He found her curiosity charming, she would play in the sand with him and learn about his gift. She would babble about how Tio was a wizard or a magician. Tia Pepa would revel in Mirabel's sweet nature, always trying to make Pepa happy whenever she had clouds or rain. Felix would praise her, telling her that together they could keep Pepa from tearing the house apart. Though Pepa didn’t take that comment well. Her mami would let Mirabel help in the kitchen, though she was clumsy like her papi and always made a mess. Mirabel would always giggle whenever her papi was clumsy, she thought it was funny. He was offended at first but he decided it wasn’t so bad since it made her smile. Abuela had grown quite fond of both the young children, but she particularly grew a bond with Mirabel. From when she could barely speak Abuela would tell her stories of her mami, tia, and tio when they were younger. Abuela told her that when she got her gift she would use it to help the community. She loved how Mirabel’s eyes shined when she promised she would make her family proud. Her excitement was unrivaled when her fifth birthday came. She bounced around all day in anticipation. When it finally came to her turn, she touched the candle and everything went dark. Her door disappeared, and she looked to her Abuela for reassurance, reassurance that Abuela didn’t have. She would ask what she did wrong and tell Abuela she was sorry. Abuela didn’t have a response for her though, as she attempted to calm everyone who had begun to panic. Her mami ran to her and pulled her into a tight hug. At that point, it finally sank in. Tears welled in her eyes as they squeezed shut. She didn’t have a gift. 

After her ceremony not much had changed at first other than Mirabel herself, she was still a cheerful and optimistic child but she had lost that shine that only a child could have. After a while, she realized that her Tio Bruno was gone and that nobody would even talk about him anymore. Her days playing with Camilo ended as he got stuck doing his chores throughout the day, though she still tried anyway. Eventually, though, he distanced himself, focusing all his energy on his chores, and their tight bond faded away. It wasn’t nearly as bad as what happened with Isabella. She got caught up in her chores as well, though rather than distancing herself from Mirabel, she pushed her away. She was already exhausted from her daily chores, why did Mirabel keep bothering her? Can’t she see that she doesn’t have time for her? After one last push, in which Isabella told her she was annoying and to stop bothering her, resentment grew in Mirabel. It was a mix of sadness and jealousy. Her Tia and Tio were too busy with each other to play with her. Her mami was always exhausted, she could see the bags underneath her eyes, so she wouldn’t even bother asking her. Her papi played with her some at first, but the days between grew, and eventually, he spent less and less time with her too. Luisa was barely home, so she didn’t bother asking her either. She would leave as early as possible and arrive after dark most days. Dolores had too much to worry about to notice her primita and her struggles. They never really played that much, but the few times they spent together practically vanished. Abuela had acted like everything was normal, but it wasn’t. She stopped telling Mirabel stories or playing with her. By the time Mirabel was six, she felt so isolated and alone. She hadn’t given up yet though. Things wouldn’t stay like that forever. All she had to do was contribute something, gift or no gift. She could still be a Madrigal. That’s what she told herself anyway.

She spent all her time learning whatever she could get her hands on. In particular, she liked learning how to embroider. She would make hats and scarves, whatever she could think of. She would embroider butterflies on her dress, and make gifts for her familia. She made her Abuela a bright blue scarf with fabric that she got from Senora Gabriela at her Boutique that she visits frequently. Senora had shown her how to hold the needle properly, and how to clean up a boo-boo when she got hurt. She showed Senora the scarf she made, and Senora Gabriela praised her, insisting her Abuela would love it. So Mirabel went home eagerly to see her Abuela. She felt impatient having to wait until after dinner but finally, they were done eating and she got time to talk to Abuela. She tugged on her shirt, to which Abuela turned around. 

“Mirabel?”

“Abuela! Guess what?”

“Listen, I have a lot to do tonight, whatever it is, make it quick please.”

“Yes, Abuela.” She said as she quickly opened her backpack and pulled out a small blue scarf, it had a couple of holes, but for the most part, it stayed together. Mirabel excitedly gave it to her grandmother.

“I made this for you! All by myself!”

“Oh Mirabel, it’s nice but, don’t you think that Senora Gabriela could’ve used this fabric for something more… important?”

“But she gave it to me..” Mirabel said, dejected.

“Thank you, but next time don’t waste fabric like this, si?”

“Si Abuela..” Abuela took the scarf and folded it in her arms, then put it inside her closet, which stayed unused for a long time. The rest of the year Mirabel spent most of her time either at home or at the boutique. She would help Senora Gabriela throughout the day and in return she let Mirabel use whatever materials she needed. She learned how to mend clothes, and would help Senora Gabriela mend clothes for the other townspeople. Mirabel felt important, so she put all her effort into it. By the time her seventh birthday rolled around, all she wanted was more sewing supplies. She asked her Mami and Papi if she could have more fabric and thread for her birthday. For her sixth birthday, there wasn’t really a celebration, her birthday wasn’t a good memory for her any longer. Her mami and papi did get her a small stuffed animal, and they had churros that night. Other than that, there wasn’t really anything special.