#meredith is so gender in this part

[ebadoodles]

you’re in for one crazy night just to prepare ya.

[greysanatomy-adulteresswhore]

New Beginnings

Summery: Y/n y/l/n is a new intern, she is excited to meet her compitition, and make some friends.

Characters: Meredith, Christina, Izzy, George, Alex, Chief, Baily.

Type: fluff, just doctor life and making friends.

Warnings: everything you would find in a hospital. No gender mentioned. No age is mentioned, assumed to be young. The reader has a famous father, known for his plastic surgery.

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Today is the day, the day i start to work in a real hospital. Part of me is nervous, part of me is so excited, i could pop like a ballon. I reach the hospital and park, i see a group of people walking towards the door. I follow them in and make my way to the OR, where the chief said to meet at. Once i make it i see the chief standing there, looking over everyone.

"Welcome to Seattle Grace Hospital." He says. "Im your chief, Dr. Webber." He says. I turn and see a girl who's a bit later then everyone else. Chief Webber goes on and on about how hard this is gonna be, and i can start to feel my insecurity setting in. I look around and people are glaring at others. I try to smile.

After Chief shows us around, he lets us eat and then go to the locker room. I see a man, whos name is George approach the girl that was late.

"M-my name is George O'mally a-and i uh... wanted to say hello" he says awkwardly. The girl snorts but smiles.

"Meredith Grey." She introduces herself. I pause.

"THE Meredith Grey? Daughter of Ellis Grey?" I ask, slightly stunned. Meredith looks a bit dejected but nods. I sorta feel bad. People must say that all the time and never talk about her. I know that feeling.

"Sorry, lovely to meet you. Im Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n." I smile and hold out my hand. Meredith smiles and takes it.

"I believe my mom worked with your father." She says. I nod.

"They did." I beam a bit. Another girl pops into the conversation.

"Its crazy how you two work together now, like your parents did." She says. She was blonde and quite beautiful. "Im Izzy Stevens." She smiles. I nod and so does meredith. Another guy tells us to shut up. I look at his tag and it says Alex Karev.

"Dont be so prissy Karev. It wont get you very far." I say, side eyeing him. A girl sits next to me and Meredith.

"I like you two already, your not annoying." She says. Her tag says Christina Yang. I smile and in walks a short black women.

"Alright. I need Grey, O'mally, Stevens, Y/l/n, Yang, and Karev." She shouts and everyone she called walks out. I can hear her mutter something along the lines of, "too many interns." We stop walking and she looks at all of us.

"Im Doctor Miranda Bailey. I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one: Don't bother sucking up. I hate you. That's not gonna change. Trauma protocol, phone list, pagers" she points to stuff on the counter. "nurses will page you. You will answer every page at a run. A run! That's rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts 48 hours. You're interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs, write orders, work every second and night until you drop, and don't complain." She says as we keeo walking. "On-call rooms. Attendings hog them. Sleep when you can where you can, which brings me to rule number three. If I'm sleeping, don't wake me unless your patient is dying. Rule four: The dying patient better not be dead when I get there. Not only will you have killed someone, you woke me for no reason. We clear?" Everyone nods, but meredith raises her hand. "Yes?"

"You said five rules. That was only four." She says. Dr. Bailey sighs and looks at her pager.

"When i move, you move." She says and her pager beeps. We all rush with her.

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By the end of the day, i have been cursed at, given weird stares, thanked, and thrown up on. I make it back to the locker room and sit down. I cant help but smile. I hear 2 voices and Meredith and Christina walk in.

"Why are you smiling?" Christina asks snarkly.

"When i came here, i thought i would wanna leave. I thought everyone would be against me. But i suppose i can tolerate you guys." I smile and i can see Meredith smiling. Even christina has a smirk on her face.

"Your sappy." Christina says with an annoyed tone. I chuckle.

Yea, maybe this wont be so bad.

[atlasprefects]

Lol I haven't post anything about my GL2 ocs :p

Welp,let me introduce some of them ^^

Gacha Life 2 Oc's part 1

Mika Grandoll

Name-Mika Grandoll gender- non-binary

Age-20 yrs old power(s)-shapeshifter,unusual plants

Birthday-unknown species- goat+human

Pronouns-they/them

Backstory- they used to live in a small village name as Meredith Village. They had 3 older sister,their father work as a potion keeper and their mother as a housewife. They also had a friend,his name was Serena Nounide. They both were best friends,but something happen that made both of them separate and Mika hate him. (More later ^^)

Becky Laoris

Name-Becky Laoris gender- demi-girl

Age-22 yrs old species- experimented human

Birthday-unknown

Pronouns-they/she

Power(s)- night version,communicate with monsters/creatures,shapeshifter

Backstory- she live with a horrible parents. They treated her badly,abused and neglected her. She hate of what they had done to her,but she's somehow still love them cause they're her parents. One day,the king of the kingdom want a kid around 11 yrs old,any gender to be his experiment rat. And its price were expensive. Becky mother "sold" her own daughter to the king so she could get that expensive price. (More later ^^)

Allen Alau

Name- Allen Alau gender- male

Age- 2007 yrs old species- demon

Birthday- unknown lol

Pronouns- he/him

Power(s)- mind control,danger detector

Backstory- he just casually a demon that really want to be an angel when he's a teenager(1687 yrs old) caused he thought it was very cool to be one. But he's already born a demon,and it's hard for him to be an angel. He had one rule,he need to be a guardian over the mortals on the earth, so that way can make him an angel. But now(2007 yrs old), he seem to regret wishing to be an angel,because a demon like him were impossible to be an angel,but he's stuck on earth. (More later ^^)

[afraidofchange]

Before I go, however, I'm going to throw some headcanons about my V so far. (I am working towards finishing the story so no spoilers, pls!)

Valerie "V" Vasquez, originally born Oct. 12, 2053 to a single mother in Charter Hill, Westbrook, she grew up always wanting to make it 'big' for her mom, who was a live-in maid for a rich family. V grew up seeing what she could have in life if she worked for it, and so she set her sights high on achieving her goals as a teen and into adulthood, opting for the corporate path to success with Arasaka.

V knew she was into other girls from a young age; she was always more masculine in her mannerisms, and often played sports on competitive teams as a kid. She had lots of crushes and in high school was known to be a bit of a player. She identifies as butch, and often prefers women who lean more feminine or neutral in their gender presentation.

Being in the corpo life brought undue stress to V, forcing her to glam up a little bit to fit in with her colleagues. She often put part of her paycheck to helping pay her mom pay her own bills, even though she very much had a roof over her head until the day she passed unexpectedly, when V was just barely 20 years old.

She hated the work, but loved the money; often, she'd go to Japantown on weekends and have many an alcoholic and drug-ridden bender with her friends, fighting to go back to work come Monday. She never really had a steady girlfriend in that time either - too focused on work to care about a potential long-term partner.

After the Frankfurt leak that left her account empty, and starting life over, V struggled with depression and anxiety, but was still far less stressed than when she worked for the corporation. Her friendship with Jackie also helped big time.

After her first death, she opted to really start over. Losing Jackie was like losing the brother she never had, and she's become very close with Mama Welles, often reminded of her own mother. She shaved her head, and started over. Again.

She speaks fluent English, Spanish, and conversational Japanese.

She has many tattoos and plans to get more - including a memorial piece to Jackie.

Nibbles is her pride and joy.

She hooked up with Meredith Stout, and learned that yes, it was possible for her to be that submissive for that kind of woman.

She had the unfortunate crush on Panam that once she was turned down, it went away. She likes Judy a lot, too. Though, she really enjoys Claire's company more and more.

She prefers using Jackie's pistol, fixed with a silencer. She specializes in critical headshots. Stealthy, clean, effective. Her cybermods are mostly strength/ability based more than hacking.

[hopefulstarfire]

I have many thoughts about the sibling dynamics between Iris, Seto, River, Mokuba and Flora for my oc fic so here have at thee with some headcanons.

When Flora was born, Mokuba took the role of big brother incredibly seriously. After all, Seto really did raise his brother and now Mokuba gets to be in the position of being the one to guide and be the protector for somebody else. He dotes on her quite a bit and can be seen piggybacking her around, taking any time they play together seriously and he's always right by her side because he wants to follow the example Seto set for him.

Also he absolutely wore a suit when Meredith gave birth to her because he had to look his best for the baby.

Seto sees very early on River's technologically gifted mind and how incredibly creative they are. He doesn't pass up at the chance to get River working with him so they can have some experience into the field if they choose to pursue gaming. He is always careful to review any suggestions and changes they make, as well as the progress they make on the video games they're trying to program as their own projects. He's incredibly proud of his younger sibling and the work they put in.

Seto was also probably the first person River came out as nonbinary to. While they did know and feel like it would be safe to to their parents and siblings, they had still been nervous and especially with Nesbitt on the board still at the time. They knew their brother wouldn't make a big production out of it, but he did tell them he was proud they felt comfortable enough with him to do so and was quick to adapt. He also was the one that would ruin the deadbeats day if he said anything about River's gender identity.

Seto spoils Flora. Like anything she wants, he will buy her, within reason. For the most part. And it has to be within reason now because both Meredith and Roland had to put their foot down with him on it. He does, however, do his part to teach her responsibility as well.

He has also just left her in charge of meetings when he just wants to piss off the Big 5. Or in dealing with investors not worth his time.

Mokuba and River are best friends and partners in crime in all aspects. Like. You cannot leave these two unsupervised. I'm pretty sure they will just take over the city. They work incredibly well together in most anything; when it comes to do work on projects, acting as co-commissioners in Battle City or just trying to get their older siblings to chill out.

They rarely fight as well. I can count on one hand how many fights they've had. Though Mokuba does enjoy getting to tease any of his siblings about their crushes and River is no exception and River has threatened to give him a swirlie if he doesn't shut up and shut up right now.

Iris and Seto both believe they have to be the sole protector of the family, and the one to shield the others when shit gets bad. This includes them believing they have to shield the other and they get frustrated over this because no I'm supposed to look after you you dumbest. As with such a dynamic as this, they both also get onto each other a lot about when they do something reckless, i.e. Seto in Duelist Kingdom and Battle City, and Iris forfeiting the Duel against Alister. But it's 100% out of love and wanting to be there for each other as siblings.

They're also the first ones there to support each other and look after the other. When Seto loses to Yugi the first time and has his crisis and shuts down, Iris is organizing everyone to take care of her brother and to take care of the company so he can process, as she knows better than anyone why losing messes with his head so badly. After Iris gets Orion back after Paradius falls, Seto is the first person she calls and he makes sure she gets set up in her own apartment, that she and his nephew are taken care of and tries to keep her held together because she's crumbling.

They are the eldest kids trying to parent everyone really.

But also? They're still kids themselves by all intents and purposes, with Seto as a teenager and Iris only being about 20. And they can act like it. Like how Seto is like "this'll be funny" by getting a blimp for the Battle City semifinals when his sister hates heights and she's just staring at Roland like "ground your child, please."

When River was a kid, Iris was super doting and gentle with them. They were like those really dumb things in media where it's like the siblings are super loving and nice to each other.

River's a teenager now though and they are rude as hell to each other affectionately. They will flip each other off for no reason and throw shade like nobody's business.

However, you mess with River and Iris will come for your kneecaps. She does not tolerate anyone trying to tear them down.

She and Mokuba are also pretty close and she's definitely just as protective. Mokuba always tries to find a way to get her to relax and smile for a change though because he sees how hard she's working to keep everything afloat.

He is also absolutely the one that teased her constantly about Alister and was like I KNEW IT when they get together.

However, on that note as well, Mokuba is smart and understands his sister's emotional state probably better than most people. When they're fighting Alister, he's upset on her behalf but he also is the one that understands Alister's plight and sympathizes and knows Iris would too and would still want to try and save him from himself; meaning he figured out pretty easily Alister didn’t win that Duel, and Iris forfeited because she couldn't do it.

He knows she's hurting and the best way he knows how to help is just by being there with her.

Iris and Flora are really close and she does dote on her little sister quite a bit. She does her best to help teach her all sorts of life lessons and is always patient with her as she's learning new things.

Flora is super proud of all of her older siblings and thinks they're the coolest people in the world, and would do anything for them and to make them all proud of her.

[probsnothawkeye]

Rules: List Five Comfort Characters And Tag Five People. This is in no particular order.

My beloved @magnetarmadda has tagged me and I'm very excited about it!

1) Jonathan Sims, The Archivist. Look if you've followed this blog for any period of time since 2020 you knew Jon would be on this list. He's blorbo from my podcast, my number 1 boi, he's even ace

2) Zolf Smith. Literally believed in hope so much he defied the gods and became a cleric of it. Is bi-ace. Is voiced by Ben Meredith. I couldn't not love Zolf if I tried

3) throwing in a wild one here but SpongeBob SquarePants. SpongeBob has been a major part of my life for my entire life I quote it constantly and it brings me a lot of joy to rewatch old episodes or listen to the musical. When I'm down I turn to that little yellow sponge and feel a lot better

4) Percy Jackson. Another childhood companion who has stuck with me to this day and brings me a lot of comfort and joy. Also the musical slaps so hard

5) Magnus Burnsides. I latched onto that idiot with a heart of gold the instant I started listening to TAZ. Magnus rushes in (to my heart)

And a bonus 6 because I love to break rules: The Keeper from my podcast Tales From the Fringes of Reality. They're a character I take a lot of comfort in writing (even when I'm putting them through the wringer as I did in season 2). He also was a major form of self expression for me and I did end up stealing her name

Tagging time: @jaz--hands @hihereami @muzic4seweratz @gender-void-partially-stars @evernightbeat should any of you feel so inclined as to partake in the sharing of comfort characters

[mermaidsirennikita]

As much as I love the classic historical romances we all adore, I do hope that readers recognize how we're seeing fewer and fewer historical romance debuts, and the subgenre is most definitely becoming less prominent in traditional publishing. I mean, I check for ARCs on Netgalley almost every day, and I haven't been seeing many debut historical romance novelists recently. Most of the releases (and there are fewer of them) are from established authors.

You see a lot of names circulated about that haven't published in a while--Meredith Duran, Cecilia Grant. A few of the bigger names have been skipping years when they normally wouldn't (that's not shaming, and not necessarily connected to publishing trends so much as it's connected to their personal lives).

In general, romance is going through issues in traditional publishing as of late. But I think what is troubling for historical romance is that it isn't as established in indie/self-pub as say... paranormal romance, monster romance, sci-fi romance. I think it's always had a space in trad whereas those subgenres have struggled more in trad--but now HR is struggling in trad, and the foothold of indie readers isn't there.

They can be built up, and there are totally HR authors that have been taking advantage of indie for years. But I do think that it might take a while for that clutch of readers to be built up, and HR in general has a big image problem among younger readers, KU readers who are used to wacky, hot reads--I think HR has, in part due to trad trends, become associated with less heat, less zaniness, and a ton of straight, white, stolid aristos who pop out babies in the epilogues like they're candy. Which like... yeah man, HR does need to diversify in terms of class, in terms of race, in terms of gender, sexuality, etc. But ironically regarding the other issues, it used to be that historical were seen as hot, as insane. I think it has strayed a little from that heart, and I do think that books will need to start pushing the envelope more to succeed in a competitive indie market.

But also, like--call out traditional publishing for its bullshit, you know?

[metalhead-brainrot]

Love the recs. I'm a little out of my element since I'm normally a death metal chode, but I am a big fan of Feminazgul and I'd like to add to the discussion.

So for the uninitiated, Feminazgul is what it sounds like: woman-focused rabm with Tolkien themes. They're part of the Asheville scene* and they fucking rule.

I think Feminazgul are objectively good rabm but I'd recommend them to any instrument-head; Margaret Killjoy has a habit of inventing new ones, usually crafted by herself in accordance with Pagan beliefs. And it's not like I'm an expert, but she's making instruments I haven't even heard of. From the credits on the Awenden/Feminazgul split:

Feminazgul is: Laura Beach: lead vocals Margaret Killjoy: arrangement, synth, hognose psaltery, bowed psaltery, kantele, goblin box, goblin bass, frame drums Meredith Yayanos: additional arrangement, strings, harpy choir, theremin, bells and chimes

If any of those pique your curiosity, I've linked them to Facebook posts** where Margaret goes through how she made them. There's so much going on it's easy to miss that there's theremin in their music too.

And if you're still here, I think it bears mention: if you love women then you should hate the patriarchy. We're all held back by these gender-based power dynamics, but no one is harmed by equality. If you want to leave the patriarchy in the past, then you've gotta tune in to the bands who are calling for a change.

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* Making me jealous for my little sister, who just moved to NC.

** Facebook is fucking gross, it's just the only place I can find these videos.

YO IF YOU WANT BLACK METAL MADE BY TRANS WOMEN CHECK OUT:

Feminazgul

Winter Lantern

Karnstein

Bury Them and Keep Quiet

Feminizer

Everson Poe

Ophelia Drowning

Agriculture

Lust Hag

Sanguine Wounds

Underdark

Wolven Daughter (me)

[ebadoodles]

you’re in for one crazy night just to prepare ya.

[deadcityhq]

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

**CHARACTER NAME:** meredith heather barnes

**CHARACTER FACECLAIM:** lili reinhart

**CHARACTER AGE/DOB (if relevant/they’re not old af):** 28 / october 13th 1995

**CHARACTER PRONOUNS/GENDER IDENTITY/SEXUALITY ETC:** bisexual biromantic, agender, she/her

**CHARACTER FANDOM (if relevant):** my own stuff

**OC OR CANON:** oc

**CHARACTER TYPE (for example: werewolf, shadowhunter, warlock, demon etc):** reaper, witch

**HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN IN NEW YORK/WHY ARE THEY THERE ETC:** meredith has lived in new york for two years now.

**IMPORTANT CHARACTER INFORMATION TO NOTE AND SHARE (this could be important headcanons for initial plotting, mini bios etc, supporting docs):**

there was always something different about her. her parents always assumed she had an overactive imagination, giving all the friends she was talking to. it took them time to realise that the friends she was talking to weren't the same ones over and over. rather, they were many different people, and when she started naming and describing them they were able to find them in the recent obituaries. they knew something was definitely wrong when she started talking about her father's grandmother in explicit detail, as though she knew the woman who died when her father was in his teens.

despite the fact that both sides of her family was full of magic, her powers exhibiting like this so young was a cause for concern. so they reached out to a friend, a medium, who confirmed that meredith had the same gift. even as a kid she found herself helping lost spirts to the other side. sometimes she would sit and talk to them or play with them. some of her *imaginary friends* from childhood still visit her from time to time, as a handful have stuck around to protect her from the other side.

she always knew when someone around her was going to die. she didn't know how to describe it, but she could feel it. she kept predicting the deaths of her classmates' family members and even knew when her grandmother was going to die. at around 10 she realised she couldn't just go around announcing when someone was going to die — it was a little freaky. instead she just made herself available to those people if she knew them, and made herself available to the classmates she knew were about to go through something horrible. they would need help with grieving after all.

death wasn't something she was ever scared of. it was a natural and normal part of life. this caused plenty of bullying in school, with kids calling her all sorts of names as time went on. that didn't stop the kids close to death from being her friends though. she was able to comfort them in a way no one else could. meredith knew the other side wasn't terrifying. it was just a thing that had to happen. talking about it like that helped people.

the older she got, however, the more she realised she wanted to save lives. everyone has to die, yes, but that doesn't mean so many people have to die so tragically young. it's why she quickly discovered she wanted to be a surgeon. what better way to save lives than fixing people from the inside? she began volunteering at care homes and hospitals for the experience, though working in retirement homes was hard for meredith. everyone she walked by was close to death, either in a matter of days or a couple years.

at 17, during a late night, meredith decided to go on an aimless walk. after half an hour she ended up at the house of a classmate. meredith didn't know emily ross very well, but they shared a clas together. she went to one of her birthday parties when they were both young. it didn't long for meredith to realise why she was drawn to emily's house. she knew the girl was about to die, and through her bedroom window she watched as a reaper explained death to her and took her to the other side. emily didn't fuss much, accepting her fate, but that night changed meredith forever.

a few weeks later she was approached by amara, the very incarnation of death itself. at first she was terrified, but she quickly realised just how comfortable she was around him. he offered her the role of being a reaper, someone that would ferry souls to the afterlife, and meredith immediately accepted. it's something she had been doing in a way for years, helping people cope with their futures.

as she learned more about magic and herself, meredith continued to help people into the afterlife. during one of those calls, however, the subject in question killed her in retaliation. for some reason, though, she wasn't scared. twenty minutes passed and meredith awoke to him panicking about what to do with her. she finished her job and then promptly went to amara to talk about what had happened, wondering if this was a part of her powers. it wasn't supposed to be. that's when they discovered she was descended from a witch cursed with resurrection, making her one of the very few lazarus witches in existence.

despite becoming a reaper, meredith continued on with becoming a surgeon. she uses her powers t

**THREE AESTHETICS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR CHARACTER:**

OOC INFORMATION:

**MUN NAME/ALIAS:** smam

**MUN AGE:** 28

**MUN TRIGGERS:** audible thunder, in depth discussions of eternity/infinity

[ptolomeas]

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎BUNNY ﹕ an excerpt from donna tartt's the secret history, "the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation. he'd been dead for ten days before they found him."  /  a discipline of being dead since the beginning, starring in a tragedy of one's own making, reaped from the deep troubles that linger beneath the brewings of early girlhood  —  daughter of dionysus, deified by sera.

TRIGGER WARNING(s) ﹕ mentions of parental death, mentions of alcohol, brief mentions of death during childbirth, lots of mentions of divine madness ( and obsession )

PART ONE  [ DOSSIER ]  ﹕

﹡  FULL NAME  . isabel millicent hopewell - ward ﹡  NICKNAME(S) / ALIAS(ES) / TITLE(S)  . bunny, millie, bella / belly, is, ward ( specifically to annoyances and foes ) ﹡  PREFERRED NAME  . bunny, an inescapable childhood nickname ﹡  AGE + DOB  . twenty - three + nov. 7 ﹡  GENDER + PRONOUNS  . cis woman, she + her ﹡  ORIENTATION  . bisexual ﹡  BIRTHPLACE  . potomac, maryland ﹡  CURRENT LOCATION  . camp half - blood

﹡  CABIN  . twelve, dionysus ﹡  ABILITIES  . vinokesis ( water into wine, baby! or gatorade into wine, or soda, or beer— ), madness induction ﹡  LABEL  . the obsédant, to mean﹕ girl turned god before she turned woman, a cigarette burning between white, lissom fingers that shake while the mind turns and turns and turns —  obsession is a vile thing, so noisome that it's the most godly, beautiful thing about her. ﹡  TROPES  . earn your bad ending, ambiguous situation, beauty is bad, consummate liar, foreshadowing, the beautiful elite, divine parentage, bilingual bonus, black - and - gray morality, fatal flaw, unreliable narrator ﹡  INFLUENCES  . henry winter ( the secret history ), amy dunne ( gone girl ), iphigenia ( iphigenia in aulis ), meredith dardenne ( if we were villains ), anna karenina ( anna karenina ), mal cobb ( inception ), heloise ( portrait of a lady on fire )

﹡  EYES  . wide, large, dark brown in color, often sleepy in demeanor. ﹡  HAIR  . sways between dark brown to ash brown depending on the season, kept long and well maintained ( thank you aphrodite cabin for the shampoo & conditioner ), rarely styled but falls straight and is fine that way. ﹡  HEIGHT  . five feet, six inches ( 168cm ) ﹡  MARKS / SCARS  . one smooth, clean cut on the flesh above her inner collarbone that drags to the top of her shoulder —  a monster's blade that went through the neck and out the shoulder; numerous scrapes along her torso, all small in size, nothing important; the mark of a dagger being driven through her right palm ( new, acquired by another demigod — on accident, of course ).

﹡  LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN  . english ( fluent ), latin ( fluent ), french ( fluent ), ancient greek ( fluent ) ﹡  ACCENT  . east coast money, standard american, though  trained theatre performer and excels at accents ( particularly talented in most uk accents ). ﹡  DOMINANT HAND  . right, but strikes with her left ﹡  JUNG TYPE  . intp —  the thinker ( analytical, objective, and logical ) ﹡  ENNEAGRAM  . type eight — the protector ( powerful, self - assured, and assertive ) ﹡  MORAL ALIGNMENT  . lawful evil —  true neutral

PART TWO  [ HISTORY ]  ﹕

DIONYSUS SAYS,    when he prays, he chooses to ignore me. for this neglect, i will demonstrate to him, to all [ in thebes ], that i was born a god. but if they [ the thebans ] in this city, in their anger, try to make these bacchic women leave, then i, commander of these maenads, will fight them.¹

it starts like this, the madness﹕ one day, she is a girl, the next day she is a god. is twenty still a girl, she asks, or has she graduated? what is the age of womanhood? when is the before and when is the after? here is the answer﹕ you are a god, half of one, and the before is human and the after is god.

dionysus isn't a horrible father, but he is a horrifying god. bunny studies theatre ( see﹕ studied*, attended a small conservatory in the northeastern wilderness, was always drawn to ancient greek and their tragedies —  it's ironic, or it's fate, something or the other ) and she once read for the bacchae, performed as agave and tore her son limb from limb in bacchic frenzy. when asked how it felt, she said it was invigorating. when her father asks her how it felt, she tells him that that's when she knew she was a god. he corrects her, calls her a demigod while he sips cola out of a silver can ( his eye twitches when she turns cola to wine and they both pretend to not notice ), and she agrees, but, really, they both know she is as much god as he is.

dionysus is her father, but tony is her dad. he married mom when she got pregnant, even though he knew the child wasn't his. he loved her —  he still loves her, and he loves bunny too ( see﹕ someone had to start calling her bunny, who was it? ( select all that apply ) —  a. anthony hopewell b. tony c. dad ), even though mom isn't around anymore. bunny, when she's claimed, hungover and overwhelmed with the last remnants of bacchic fervor, asks dionysus if he knows that mom died and his answer doesn't satisfy her ( it was a private conversation, i will not be the one to repeat what was said —  but she only survived so long out there because of him. he tells her that he was more involved than she thinks. she only got so far because he ... love is a strong word, because he cares about her. she is his child ).

DAD,    sorry to waste all your tuition money —  but i will not be returning to school for my last year. please tell mom thanks for everything. this isn't a goodbye, but i can't put you in danger. oh, also, there are a few bottles of good wine underneath my bed. they're in water bottles because they used to be water. you should take them.²

summer, 1975, summer session at the conservatory, bunny is reading as helen ( from the play by euripides, a personal favorite ). tony's eyeglasses hang in the front of her shirt during rehearsal, big and over-sized and stolen ( "stolen", like tony's old shirts and sweaters ). someone in the back is dressed in an old costume, a trojan warrior, and it's distracting from the stage. he leaves in the middle of rehearsal and slams the door shut behind him. it's rude —  ask anyone in the department and they'll agree, but they'll also admit, quietly and behind bunny's back, that bunny is taking the offense a little too far. she takes it all too seriously, the theatre, the trojan warrior, the entire concept of life. she's intense, too much so, but she's fucking good at what she does; quiet off - stage and stiff to her peers, but so magnetic on stage that, oh, obviously, this is what she is born to do, what she's made for — everyone says so.

but that trojan warrior. he returns. five days straight and then he disappears. and everyone can see that it effects bunny. she's colder than usual, snaps more. she takes it upon herself to find him and there is a voice in her head telling her to leave it alone, but there is something more that is consuming her from within; a suspicion, a paranoia, a knowing. she has known all her life about [ it ]. [ it ] is something that has nestled deep in her gut from the very moment of her birth ( godhood tears some women apart —  see the classics and count how many women died or went mad ). she turned water to wine when she was nine. her algebra teacher lost his mind when he gave her detention. she won prom queen simply by turning everyone else against each other. bacchic madness, it felt invigorating, it felt like home.

the trojan warrior is a thread she should not have pulled. she is at camp before the summer ends. for the entire month of september, crying is heard from the dionysus cabin.

AGAVE SAYS,    how i grieve for you, my father    /    lord dionysus has inflicted such brutal terror on your house    /    farewell, father.³

the dionysus cabin is quiet. bunny is no longer allowed to start bacchanals, so she sits inside and reads. they have copies of the classic greek plays here in their original, dead language, so she keeps them collected beneath her bed. twenty copies of one play that she can mark over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over—

bunny is quiet. she does not participate in theatre. she reads and keeps to herself — doesn't keep many friends, is actually a bit arrogant about it; to be considered her friend, one must﹕   instructions unclear, do not pass go, return paper to bunny and never ask for it again. brilliant, cold, stiff, magnetic ( but only on a stage, only when she wants to play god ), quiet, completely forgettable —  not seen until she wants to be seen, nurses a glass bottle of water - wine, breaks the spine of every play she takes from camp, sits with mr. d on the porch of the big house and pretends to not know how to play pinochle.

¹from THE BACCHAE, by euripides, lines 60 - 70 summarized ²from A LETTER HOME, by BUNNY HOPEWELL - WARD in 1975 ³from THE BACCHAE, by euripides, lines 1755 -  1763

PART THREE  [ SUMMARY ]  ﹕

sorry ! for the whole lot of nothing ( it's all a metaphor ), here's a tl;dr

her mom gets pregnant and marries anthony "tony" hopewell, who marries her ( to save her reputation, but also ) because he loves her. unfortunately, she passes while giving birth to bunny but tony raises her anyway —  and is a great dad!   ∗ somewhere along the way, tony remarries, this is the "mom" that is mentioned in the letter home.

has an unremarkable childhood, save for bunny knowing that she's a demigod ( or at least, not fully human ) from a very young age. she turns water to wine as a child and curses her teacher as a pre - teen and —  by the gods, she shines on stage, she can manipulate a student body like no other. it all makes sense, but she ignores it otherwise. not much happens.

until she is twenty, attending a conservatory for the performing arts somewhere in the northeast. bunny is one of the best, she was born to do this —  she excels especially in classics, all things greek ( which she has always been drawn to ) but she's, a bit of an acquired taste. she's cold and stiff and not that great with her peers, but it all balances out because she is made to be on stage. her classmates, however, will admit that she's ... intense. obsessive. takes things way too seriously, is just —  too much.

( secret context section, not included in history section ) luckily for her peers, an eidolon appears on campus and, well, it doesn't do much but bunny is bunny and because it interrupts her rehearsals, she gets intense about it; follows it, discovers it, nearly dies, is likely rescued by her own abilities - slash - a surprise satyr. she's then taken to camp where once she's claimed, spends an entire month crying about it.

dionysus, i imagine, is far from a terrible father but i don't think bunny is thrilled about this divine parentage. she asks if he knew her mother died ( answer up to you, even if i know the real answer ), but all she ( we ) knows is that dionysus, at a distance, did what he could to keep her alive, to give her a chance at a normal life. but, not even godhood is omnipotent. she ends up at camp, anyway.

nowadays, she mostly keeps to herself. keeps a small, minuscule group of friends ( ... tsh inspo maybe, without all the ... you know ), interacts with nearly nobody else. she's still kind of ... you know, like that ( intense, way too serious, kind of obsessive ), but she's BANNED from starting bacchanals ( the 'demigods ( and some dryads ) against forest fires in camp half - blood' campaign really worked! ). she spends most of her time now with her little clique, by herself, or with her dad at the big house.

PART FOUR  [ TRIVIA & SURPLUS ]  ﹕

the ONE play that she's truly obsessed with is euripides' bacchae. duh, it stars her dad and her favorite thing ( bacchic madness ). she literally has a few dozen copies of it ( all in ancient greek, of course, duh ) and they're all beneath her bed in the dionysus cabin, marked up and annotated and highlighted. true madness, tbh.

is a year - round camper because she's PARANOID !! scared that she'll get her parents killed, especially because she loves them and she knows herself, knows that she would both lead a monster home or go find one out of mad obsession. stays within the safe confines of camp half - blood for both their safety and hers ( and therefore is sick to her stomach about the mist thing... )

does spend a lot of time with dionysus. there's a bit of resentment here and there and she's not like, jumping with joy at being a demigod, but she knows he loves her. she's read enough classic mythology to understand that he's kinder ( to humans ) than the divine twelve. she knows that he did what he could ( nothing omnipotent, but maybe he knows a nymph who knows a nymph ) to keep her safe even from his post, and there's a part of her that could ( and maybe does ) love him, but they don't show it much. bunny plays pinochle with him ( is "bad" at it and "doesn't know how to play" ) and he always wins.

often indulges in wine and spirits, smokes way too much to be healthy, is most likely to drink wine in front of dionysus just because she can ( keeps the dionysus table supplied with wine turned from water, pretends not to see when her siblings sneak sips from the glasses ).

was a strange child and is a stranger adult. i like to think the madness in genetic, but likely, it was an accidental misfire ( or backfire ) of madness induction that was never corrected and it seeped into her very being. or, she's just built different, we will never know, the lore is inconsistent. ( but if i have another hc that dionysus knows and spends time w her to keep an eye on her then what )

carries and wields a garrote wire because it's funny and requires a good amount of strength and i think it's silly for bunny, who's quite good with it ( scarily? good? like, maybe too into it good ), but probably tries very little, tbh. i imagine during capture the flag she like, fights, but also takes it way too seriously ( especially if fighting against, a particular person or cabin,,, ) so she probably isn't utilized much.

is generally not an easy person to get along with. she's pretentious and stiff and a bit judgmental and she has her friends ( the handful of them ), so she believes that she doesn't need anymore. bunny isn't rude or mean by any means, but she's definitely not trying to make friends. i think of her as probably just . quiet, succinct, pithy.

if it wasn't insinuated clearly enough, bunny is very, deeply troubled. she's obsessive ( particularly with divine and bacchic madness ) and intense and she knows this facet about her and how dangerous it can be for both herself and those around her, but she can't break herself out of it !!! she's been dead since the beginning or something, she's convinced of it !!! she can't break it !!! it's her fate !!

PART FIVE  [ TIES & RELATIONSHIPS ]  ﹕

hello friends, i have a bunch of wanted connections listed here, but we can always brainstorm in the dms ! very excited to have a gut wrenching, super sexy plot with ALL OF YOU, this is a threat and a promise.

do you think it's funny that i named her bunny when she's modeled after henry from tsh? if there's only one giggle, it's me! anywho, thank you for reading, i'm so so excited for this and i can't wait to write with you all! xx

[chicleeblair]

Dawn of Redeeming Grace [16/23]

Title: Chapter 16: December 25, 1972 || FFN

Rating: NC-17/Explicit

Pairings: Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd

Six weeks after Derek left to take the NIH job, Meredith is ready to use the holidays to prove she has this working mom thing on lock. Sure, he neglected to tell her he'd be bringing a guest, but whatever, 'Tis the season for truces. Even Ellis Grey took the day off. But with every moment of family togetherness, a return to the trenches seems more impossible. Can a few days of peace put their relationship back on track, or has she fallen for the illusion of a snow-globe, destined to either settle or shatter?

Dawn of Redeeming Grace|| FFN

Baby Shepherds! It’s tempting to make this era as idealistic as possible, especially since Lizzie’s jealousy is my headcanon—we don’t know why she thinks Carolyn doesn’t love her, but if I was Derek I’d lock her, Amelia, and Carolyn in a closet and be like, “you all love each other. Discuss.”—but I think the reasoning makes sense. Six and seven are ages where who’s the youngest can really make a difference in the kids’ eyes. It’s still a contrast to six-year-old Meredith’s experience in Chapter Six; however, not in her experience. She’s happy in the way only a little kid can be, a year after her life’s biggest turmoil. Derek has an innocence she didn’t get to hold onto.

There is so much little brother in Derek. As protective as he is, facts are, he was the younger brother of three girls for the most pivotal points of his childhood. As amazing as his mom and sisters are, they seem to have been a slightly progressive 1970s household in terms of gender. He had a pet frog, he played baseball and hockey, and refers to his sisters as “girly.” He’s a happy, confident, curious little boy. His adolescence was spent being the older brother/more to his little sister.

I liked the idea of him having a conversation with his dad that mirrored Meredith’s conversation with Zola. I’m still working on portraying Mr. Shepherd; Derek worships him. He had five kids destined to be doctors, a wife who was a nurse, and he was happy as a store owner. We know he’s a good man, good at being a dad to four girls. He must’ve taken Mark in without question, in spite of the implied class differences. He took his city-boy son fly fishing. Who taught him? Did he grow up in the city? Seems likely, but if so, when did he leave. What was his relationship to the military, if Carolyn stayed a Navy nurse, but none of the five enlisted? Theses are questions I answer other places, mostly, not via a six-year-old, but they’re part of Mr. Shepherd’s relationship with his only son.

I considered writing Shepherd Christmas ’78, but apart from not wanting to go that dark—same reason I didn’t write Grey Christmas ‘83—there’s a flashback in Unto Certain Shepherds that was a huge inspiration for this fic as a whole, and fits nicely into my headcanon.

[butchdykenormallen]

hi guy- WOOPS [drops a whole vat of my ocs] (lores under cut!)

> QUI FREEMAN

they/them

amab nonbinary

corpse (green)

qui died after swinging outside the pizzeria, going a bit too fast, and simply snapping their neck on the pavement. when henry found them and dragged them along and into the place, qui did not remember anything of the following life they had, and simply agreed to everything henry said blindly. they were then appointed to work in the newest pizzeria, with their father, abraham, who is a phone head and ALSO their father!

> ABRAHAM FREEMAN

he/him

cishet male

phone head (black)

abraham died testing one of the newest suits, as henry set off every springlock meticulously to kill him. he was dragged into the pizzeria and kicked inside, left to rot in the office until henry had the perfect model to give him. before this, he had a family, consisting of his wife, meredith, and his children, samuel and [REDACTED] (qui). meredith was killed in a car crash that left him devastated, having to take care of his two children alone.

> ZACHARY

he/him

trans bi man

corpse (blue)

(not much is actually done for these two, they're so old and. made as a piemations joke.) zach was mikes ex, starting off a happy relationship, before mike fell into drugs (and henrys ever-growing control) and tried to gouge his eye out to sell it. nowadays, they still interact, but not as close as mike would want, fortunate for zach.

> MICHAEL

he/she

genderqueer

corpse (yellow)

(not much is actually done for these two, they're so old and. made as a piemations joke.) mike was zachs old partner, with a close and loving ordeal, before mike signed deals with henry, leading him into a mess of drugs, which caused him to try and gouge zachs eye out with a kitchen knife. now they're still forced by company policy to socialize, and as much as mike desperately wants him back, zach doesnt, and is very blunt about it.

> VONT

any (neutral preferred, gendered close)

transgender

humanoid (hat)

vont is a russian person, very antisocial and unfriendly to be around. they have a bit of a short temper and tend to blow up on people in very small ways, due to an equally as hard to control tiredness. it doesn't particularly enjoy talking to other people, or even being perceived, but allows it every once and a while, which sometimes works out. them and ethan have. well, *something* going on. they do care deeply about ethan, and would stop at nothing to ensure her safety, even if they don't show that part.

> ETHAN

he/she

transgender

humanoid (sunglasses)

ethan is a canadian man, equally as antisocial, but tries to be as friendly as she can, even if people see him as annoying and unlikeable. she tries very hard to get friends, and eventually began talking to vont, in a last ditch effort to try making friends with ANYONE in college, which ends in lovey dovey nonsense after a few long years. hes very sensitive about certain topics. he enjoys slightly pissing off vont, just to get a reaction, even if its small. they both know they wouldn't hurt each other.

[mereking]

✞ brief introduction to meredith king

BASICS

full name: meredith leanna king nickname(s): mer age: twenty-nine. date of birth: november 7th. place of birth: providence peak.  ethnicity: caucasian. nationality: american. gender: cis female. sexual orientation: pansexual. religion: more spiritual than anything. occupation: bartender @ holy spirits. language(s) spoken: ok at spanish and french. learning american sign language. accent: none.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

face claim: florence pugh. hair color: blonde. eye color: green. height: 5′4″. weight: 120 lbs. build: athletic, lean. tattoos: the letters bc and mc written on the inside of her ring finger, flowers on her ribs piercings: ears, nose, belly button

PERSONALITY

fears: losing the ones she loves.  hobbies: reading old books, listening to music while taking a nice, hot bubble bath

FAMILY

father: jim king mother: annabelle danvers. sibling(s): none. financial status: lower class.

BIO

trigger warning: drug use, child neglect, crime, parental death, overdose

Meredith King came into the world the same way she lived for a good portion of her life - on the floor of a ratty, dirty apartment building floor in Providence Peak, Colorado. Her parents were both drug addicts and her mother only got clean for the nine months when Meredith was inside of her. She wasn’t properly taken care of but enough to where nobody really saw the depths of hell that she lived in. As the girl got older, she learned that her good looks could and would come in handy.

High school was where she turned those looks into money. Her face and demeanor screamed innocence so anything she did, she could blame on someone else or get out of it with the fluttering of her eyelashes. She was the girl that would sell drugs in the bathroom stalls or the girl that could hack into the computer systems to change your grade. She had a variety of skills and used them to her advantage.

Fresh on her eighteen birthday, she got home from school when she found both of her parents passed out. It wasn’t the first time, but it was different this time. She couldn’t see them breathing and with the drugs on the ground next to them, she knew. It was confirmed when EMS showed up and pronounced them both dead. Cause of death: overdose. She quickly had to buck up and find a way to support herself so she got a job working at the local gas station: at your service. It wasn't the best job but it paid the bills.

A few years later, she found herself moving into a two bedroom apartment with her best friend, Boyd and his new daughter Matilda, to help ease the burden from him. His daughter's mom left so Meredith stepped up to the plate to take care of her and to help Boyd. Their life wasn't easy and they struggled financially with a lot of things throughout the next few years but they had each other and that was all that mattered. But as Mattie got older and with a new baby on the way, Meredith knew that she wanted better for all of them.

She didn't know how she was going to do it but she got a job working at Holy Spirits and she loves the money that she makes compared to the gas station, it's not enough for what they need. So as side jobs, she started to do other questionable work in the night to make the money that they need. Part of her wonders why she's doing all of this when life keeps throwing the past at her but she would do anything for both Boyd and Mattie - even if it meant selling her soul to the devil.

[saint-starflicker]

I think you are on to something. I wrote a long-ish thing here about Richard Stirling, character construction on a spectrum between "so relatable and realistic that real-life people that knew the author now hate the author" and "obviously in service to the narrative and obviously a fictional character" (spoilers for The Secret History by Donna Tartt and the Dead Poets Society movie.)

Obviously Richard Stirling is the latter. I did not sense any moral crisis surrounding his murder...like...everybody needed him murdered, and the only reason they're "haunted" is that they didn't do that soon enough. I read it as they're recovering from the abuse he heaped on them, not so much with wrestling with the moral injury of What Have We Done, or redefining what sort of people they are who would do this thing, or growing into awareness too late that Dark Academia Richard was a fellow human being in need of patience and understanding. No, we'll have none of that. Dance on his grave.

Maybe there's a little teeny tiny bit of "redefining what sort of person am I now; who would do this evil horrible thing?" in James and Alex.

But that all has to do with how some part of them all crumbled under the pressure of their typecasting.

With Meredith I think it intersects a lot with her gender. She has a lot in common with Ivy Robinson from Bare: a Pop Opera, including the very detailed and involved fandom reasoning for how the world's view of her gender interacts with the situation that she's in, and her internal sense of her own (sapphic) sexuality, and what she does about all of it. I'm borrowing from B:aPO discourse a lot for Meredith's characterization, (rather than Alexander Avila's video essays methods for queer readings and intersectional interpretations) but TL;DR for Read More—it's Oliver telling the story so I actually don't know, because damn him Oblivious Marks. Opposite of Captain Obvious, Marks. But the intersection of Meredith's gender in society, and the requirement to perform what's in a thespian to perform, I think does at least cast doubt on the sexual orientation that she's been performing.

Meredith got a good grade in woman. Wren found a niche in which she's safe by staying cute and small—an eternal girl, rather than doing the work of defining womanhood—while Pip is "not like other girls" but not in a bad way; Pip can delegate girlygirl tasks to the experts at femininity, they keep the universe balanced—or she can be a dilettante of femininity some days, as suits her. (By the way, "I'm not like other girls so I have to delegate these girly tasks to other girls, and consult their expertise when crucial knowledge of gender in society is lacking in me" should be more of a trope. I think the world still needs a Not-Like and Other-Girls alliance. Or the other way around, the Merediths and Wrens of the world need to consult and delegate to the Pips sometimes.)

But Meredith and her hourglass body and Jessica Keenan Wynn bone structure I think means if she had Wren's personality (sensitive, social, in want of reassurance, diminutive and quiet, here for wholesome fun) then it's unlikely anybody would give Meredith what she needs or as much of it, and it's unlikely most people would leave her alone when she doesn't want attention or interactions, and it's unlikely anybody would really believe her if she tried to tell them she was sensitive and feeling fragile—or that she's in an abusive relationship.

So she can't be like Wren even if she feels like it, and she can't do what Pip does even if she wanted to. She doesn't have those freedoms. Meredith's gender presentation has her living pretty much mostly under surveillance. She can't get offstage and out of character and be just another figure in the crowd: she's too beautiful to be thought of that way. (And as per my previous essay, Projective Identification is a big thing with this theater troupe.) She's had to grow a spine whether she was that way or not, people have probably seen her as "a big girl" since she was a very young teen.

That's a curse of beauty. She's "a big girl", a grown woman who looks like she can take care of herself, she can devastate the most warriorlike heterosexual gym bros with a nose-wrinkle and a whispered "Ew", so—the world in all its patriarchy and misogyny says—if she's getting beaten up by her boyfriend, no she isn't, but if she is, and if I remember the culture of 1997 correctly, "that would be kinda hot though".

The world tells her she's not a person, she's a sex object. She got a good grade in woman, but in a patriarchy. "If she's getting beaten up by her boyfriend, no she isn't" because people think somebody who looks like that can just sashay away and get her a relatively nicer guy...and then everybody's outraged that she actually did what was expected.

I imagine she's danced with the pressure of interacting with men in this very specific way of unspoken expectations and rules, like the rest of us lower on the optic hotness scale dance with the air when we inhale and exhale.

But so...just because she gets with guys, did she want to though? Want as in like the yearning ache that goes deeper than muscle and bone, like some sharp thing had ripped a little hole right through her chest—that kind of want?

...Or was the world telling her that that's what women that look like her are always supposed to be doing, gettin' with the manly men—and she believed that, so she did it?

She could still be straight in addition to performing as hetero. She could be bisexual. She could be ace. But it's Oliver telling the story, so with the limitations of this framework, I actually as a reader do not know.

I do think the situation does cast doubt at this juncture that what we see with Meredith is exactly what we get—because societal expectations heaped on people that look like Meredith are already contradictory and impossible, and also because she's exactly at the fissure at which the dynamics of their typecasting began to break.

And finally because nobody who had anything more to lose in 1997 is going to think about their own emerging repressed queerness...when we've got to memorize lines and wrangle funding for our final university year and suck up to the teacher...and that's just so much more work that we have to think about—and that personal work is unrewarding and that we don't need. The obvious course of action is not to think about anything about yourself or your wants that's going to complicate things in an already high-pressure situation...right? Oliver.

meredith gives off strong lesbian vibes in this essay i will

[talesofsonicasura]

Axolotl Dreams

Chapter 1: Parental Shuffle

Here we are with the next chapter of Axolotl Dreams! Once I get better at these, I might spread out to other fandoms such as Balan Wonderworld, Digimon, etc for these x Readers. I do have other things in mind but I want to update some of my older works first.

Anyone, this can be read gender neutral or preferred gender. Enjoy.

You never thought that you meet real life merfolk, much less a entire family of four. Yet, here they were in your house. A single father called Macaque, his oldest baby son Lacuna, oldest daughter Shǎndiàn and his youngest daughter who you called Chip, Meredith.

It was quite the sight to behold, if wasn't for the three babies' father pinning you to the mattress. Not even five minutes after introductions that the large axolotl mermonkey decided to pin you. Those lower legs were just as powerful as they were effective.

Even more chillingly awkward at how close he is to completely engulfing your smaller frame. "Such a interesting little human. Caring for my runaway larva so unconditionally. The first mortal to have my full attention." Macaque pulled himself even closer to the point you could barely twitch.

Couldn't help that this closeness is bringing all sorts of scenarios to the surface. Some were...not family friendly in both ways to put it aptly. "I believe you fit all the requirements to be my larvae's nanny." I sorry what?!! That had thrown you for an entire loop but Macaque ignored your confusion.

"I happen to be a quite busy man, providing for my children and keep them happy. Sometimes I can't be at our temporary den, on rarer occasions Meredith likes to wander off when I gone. Here's the deal little human. You will tend to my larvae's needs whenever I gone and in return I offer you some of my services."

Any (forced) deal with the supernatural is guaranteed to have a very bad side to it. One that practically results in death or a fate even worse than it when a contract is violated. "However, if you harm my children or even dare reveal our existence...then I WON'T HESITATE TO EAT YOU. I have feasted upon many of your species who were foolish to even try." The axolotl mermonkey shared a smile full of razor sharp teeth that can put any horror movie monster to shame.

You had a feeling that you have no choice but to accept this offer. The fact that Macaque eats humans only solidified the evidence here. Raise his larvae or become the merfolk's next meal. "I'll babysit Meredith, Lacuna and Shǎndiàn. You didn't really need the threat." Couldn't help the whine as his weight made it harder to breathe.

A large grin spread across the axolotl mermonkey's face, clearly pleased with your answer. "The threat only makes it more fun although I'll save the reason for later. Right now, it's time to seal the contract." Next thing you knew was the feeling of teeth in your shoulder. It hurt for a second before the pain faded away.

Something purple and solid blossoming across it like a tattoo of some kind. Macaque curled his large form around your body, still pinning you but not as suffocating as earlier. All the pressure from today made it very difficult to stay awake. Sleep overcame rationality as the giant beast kept you close.

The adult Mer had been gone when you woke up but not without leaving some drastic changes. All of your furniture was set up, food fully stocked in the kitchen and some other inclusions. Water tank like cribs, an assortment of plushies or toys and thick dark violet curtains set up in one room. The nursery as all three axolotl mermonkey larvae were asleep in their own crib.

A large circular nest made from a mixture of blankets, sheets, mattress parts, to even stuff like dried kelp laid in the corner of an adjacent room from the nursery. Bookshelf lined with all kinds of literature, weapons hanging on the wall near the red curtain covered window and a large desk that held papers to writing instruments on the surface. It must be Macaque's room...

Even your bedroom had been set up as you woke up on your fully set up bed. He had placed the desk, cabinets and even your laundry where you wanted to put it. There was one thing left to check, the mark Macaque had left behind.

A dark violet tattoo that looked like a monkey's face smiling almost maliciously, eyebrows narrowed and teeth razor sharp. It would've been cute if it wasn't made by a mermonkey that eats humans. Your kind of luck really.

Thankfully, Macaque left behind instructions on how to care for the three adorable babies. Like real life axolotls, they eat just about anything that can fit in their mouths. Normal axolotls eat various insects and small fish.

Although since these Merfolk were part monkey, fruit is also included in their diet. You could make something for them with fish and fruit. Insects would be handled another day. For now, breakfast was in order.

Simple eggs, bacon and toast for you. Macaque's children would get mango plum mash alongside some lightly cooked tilapia. The cooking was only to get rid of any germs on the fish. Overall, it wouldn't take that much time to make.

You had just finished cooking the tilapia when chirps spread throughout the house. Looks like they're awake now. Thus, you chirped back in response to the babies. It was something from a documentary about monkeys. Didn't remember all the details but it was a way to communicate emotions.

Thankfully, their chirps became ones of confirmation before quieting. You grabbed your breakfasts and head upstairs to feed the three baby merfolk. Meredith was surprisingly the cleanest eater out of Macaque's children.

Lacuna had slapped the fruit mash a few times getting all over his body. Shǎndiàn merely shredded the tilapia spreading fish juice and pieces about. It was quite a mess but not too difficult to clean up. Plus your food had been spared from the flying fish and fruit mash viscera.

Thank god for stockpiling on hand towels. Truth be told, this isn't your first babysitting gig. It had been something more mandatory than optional. People these days would practically dump their kid on someone and walk away before giving that person a chance to even talk.

A good chunk of these children were honestly great kids who just had shit parents. Most were entitled brats that think the world bows to them. Fuck those garbage patch bumpkins. But yeah, this isn't the first time handling children.

You cleaned the food mess off of both Lacuna and Shǎndiàn with the hand towels before cleaning up the dirty plates. Once the dishes were put in the sink, it was time to see what else was on the list Macaque had left you. Babies often need to be entertained to stimulate healthy growth.

Plus, you didn't want to risk any of the larvae from sneaking outta the house cause they were still energetic. In fact, there were a few things you had in mind. Just needed to grab some cloth curtains...

The bathroom tub that had been still for half the day slowly began to shake. It's faucet turning just enough to let a mild yet quiet flood of water to pour down. However what came down the faucet wasn't water. A viscous dark violet blob more akin to a shadow squeezed out from the metal nozzle.

The mass continued to grow as it slushed from the tub and onto the bathroom. Bathtub faucet then shut itself off as the room was nearly filled by the purple shadowy sludge. The mass slithered out of the 'tiny' bathroom, unidentifiable form shifting into a very familiar one.

Long bulky form of Macaque, his large axolotl legs and tail trail across the floor without a sound. His nose caught the smell of lightly cooked fish, fruits and meat. The mermonkey noticed that some of the toys were missing, no doubt been moved.

Strangely, the house was mostly quiet. His children were a rambunctious bunch, never wanting to take their needed naps. Macaque would often have to tell stories or at least persuade them with a treat just to get them to sleep.

Now, it was MOSTLY quiet not complete. Cause what his ears were hearing is a sound he struggles to get. Snoring. All three of his larvae were asleep. He slithered upstairs to their room truly confirm that he really did hear snoring.

Yet there his larvae were. All three huddled together in a shared magic seal made bubble fast asleep. A cut curtain laid over a plywood cube frame with the missing toys strapped to makeshift sleeves and stilts. White laminated paper with various colors, shapes and animals piled neatly on the table.

The setup for a puppet show, an interactive learning one. At the corner laying on a muddle of curtains was you. Currently fast asleep with bits of thread and crayon chips all over your body. An amused smile spread across Macaque's face.

Who knew the mortal actually had some babysitting skills like that? He couldn't forget what he heard earlier this morning. Those six ears of his weren't for show. Macaque could hear anything if he chose to. And what he eavesdropped on is you chirping to his larvae.

'I'm definitely keeping you, little mortal. You get more and more interesting with each moment. I wonder what story that'll be made with your presence.' An amusing thought as he laid his body down and curled around your sleeping frame once more.

Macaque held down a chuckle when your head leaned against his chest. From there, he closed his eyes yet kept his hearing fully active. Then he drifted into a comfortable but alert sleep...

And that's it. I will be updating my old stuff like my headcanons. Some stories will have their words be written especially ones that look like word salad.

You might be seeing some special headcanons crop up too. Now, I want to notify that I might be trying something new with my AUs. By that, I mean some current ones and new ones could become self insert oriented.

Yep! The Reader could get involved in some of these AUs. Involvement will be different between each one, mainly when you show up and your role.

That's it for now. We'll see what happens between Reader and Macaque in the next chapter. Until next time folks, see you later.