#my original ongoing story

[crybaby-bkg]

why every time I get an angsty yandere idea it always applies to gojo the best :(((

[rivilu]

''One night she.. simply walked into the moonlight and never returned''

I've been thinking about my Mahariel's mother a lot lately.

And my personal headcannons about those events in general. Particularly the concept of ''Mahariel is only alive because Marethari as the new keeper used blood magic to heal(?) their mother after she and their father were attacked''.

[I dont put that level of hypocrisy above her. After all, she herself is not above having shady dealings with dangerous powers, despite ousting and ostracizing her own for lesser offenses in that area. And given actions such as 'using the old magic to heal you'.. of the blight? Which you're then sufficiently recovered from until you make it to Ostagar on foot, the phrasing of 'your mother held on to life long enough to give birth to you'.. It presents a rather haunting image even when looking at it through a charitable lens. It's not like Marethari HAS NOT shown a pattern of counting certain lives as more valuable than others. And not wincing at the blood price of 'helping' them.]

In any case, in terms of Mahariel's mother.. the clan failed her. From the very start when no-one stepped in to stop the keeper getting involved with a young woman whose clan disapproved, to the very end when no-one stopped her walking off into the moonlight.

I just have this picture in my mind of her as the lone survivor, questionably alive even, rose tinted glasses shattered and reckoning with the horrors of her situation she hadn't fully recognized until that point.

The differences in age, in power. The reasons why her elders did not approve the match. Yet there's nothing to be done now.

He's dead, she's with child.

She can't go home, but the idea of staying is a nightmare.

No happy ending could ever come of this.

[salamanderpickle]

🚨 PSA FOR MY COLORADO HOMIES 🚨

If you live in an apartment complex or have a mail locker of any kind

GET YOUR MAIL EVERY DAY.

Colorado mail lockers all use the same master key and that key has been stolen. Mail theft is on the rise. My apartment's mailboxes have been broken into 3 times and management never told us. I did not find out until I walked into the mailroom and found a bunch of lockers open and empty.

I recently applied for my passport. When you do that they mail you back your identifying documents. My fucking original birth certificate and my new credit card were both stolen out of my mailbox this weekend.

The only thing you can do to prevent theft from your mailroom is to get your mail every single day.

[flowering-darkness]

..well, I can at least say I’ve written over 1300 words today

..they just haven’t been for anything I was supposed to be working on, like exam revision

(because they were for an arilio scene instead)

[damianmian]

Day 6 OCtober: Past

These two are the characters currently knitting souls for the multiverse. I haven’t figured out their name as of yet. The one to the left is the child of god, and the other is gods creation. God is not our god, more like a creator. He is the creator of their world. They are the creators of my multiverse.

Basic premise behind them is that god created a world for his wife filled with wonderful things, and filled with humans. Humans killed his wife and as punishment he removes their will. His child visits earth against gods wishes (simple teenage rebellion), befriends a girl and vows to show her what love is. This leads to an ever changing plot that sometimes involves Pandora’s box, the Apple, or whatever religious symbolism I’m into that week. TLDR is that humans gain sentience. Gods creation falls in love with gods child. They try to run away but in the end they’re captured.

So now all they have to do is create universes and knit souls in the prison god hold them in. Watching their creations get destroyed for all eternity by an angry god. Sometimes I’ll add a side plot that the souls get taken for some sort of civil war. Nothing is particularly concrete yet.

[jubileebloom]

I aspire to be a lover not a hater. but

[ivorysodapop]

I've been busy with holiday stuff and new employment stuff and moving the rest of my clothes out of my old room stuff but I'm not abandoning you guys just yet. Here is a hand for proof. You get the au origin story next <3

[shattered-hue]

RE!n is essentially an "everything's the same but _" au up until dragons rising. Everything's the same but Zane has Changed in Ways They Do Not Understand after s11 but he's intentionally adhering to the timeline. He'll randomly let someone live or escape, just mumbling things about the future and timelines. Then Dragons Rising happens and his entire being just goes no. However I have decided that I like the plot of DR so s1 gets to stay

[msitp]

Chapter 4: In the Middle of Night

Unsure of where I stand currently, I quietly follow behind the bandit shorty. I don’t even see the point of asking his name; him giving a truthful answer seems unlikely. I can’t help tugging at my hair as I say my goodbyes to it as we walk. I don’t recall hair magic being often mentioned in the original story, but perhaps I just hadn’t gotten to it yet. Before I was thrown into this world head first. Practical wise it could just be sold to an artisan to do with what they like. Or this guy just has some sort of link to a hair fetish community; can’t help cringing at the thought of that. Staring at the back of his head where his own hair is messily tied back. It might need a comb but his hair is thick and wavy, it seems much nicer than mine.

            As if feeling my eyes, he spares a glace back at me. “Whatever your scheming, can you stop before you stare right through me.”

            I widen my stride to catch up to him, “What do you mean schemes?! I’m the one who was robbed and stranded thanks to you.”

            “pft- Acting as if your so helpless. I’m still not buying’ it, or should I not count the wounds from that damn bird and you”. He lifts his crudely wrapped arm, practically shoving it in my face.

I can feel my face twitch as before I know it, we’ve begun bickering back and forth. Fighting proving a way to pass the time. The once quiet trek now noisy as we throw accusations back and forth until the sun begins to fall. I expect the bandit to stop but he pushes on, as it gets darker, I begin stumbling more unable to see the forest floor clearly now. I half expect this to be apart of some trick until a sudden flooding of purple light surround us. The dagger in his hand is the source of the light; he offers his other hand to help me up. I have no choice but to stick closer to him, often still catching my self on his shoulder when the roots of the trees trip me. The faint glow from the dagger helps but not enough to make travelling in the dark a real option. I begin to slow down feeling the deep need to quit moving and rest. His rough hand grabs my wrist and he stubbornly drags me further. It pisses me off but I’m getting too tired to care.

The moon comes into view as we come to a break in the trees, a small hut sits in the clearing just visible with the moonlight. A tired grunt of relief comes from him as he pulls me into the hut before finally letting me go. I sit down where I stand, while he uses the dagger’s glow to search for a proper lantern to light. The warm golden glow of a fire light stretches across me as he lights a fire pit in the center of the room. The hut proves bigger than I could tell in the dark, a neat fire place at its center. A hole in the top peak of the ceiling lets the rising smoke out as the fire begins warming the room. I still can’t quiet find the energy to move from my spot by the doorway. Perhaps I’ll find the will to crawl a bit closer to the fire and warm up, but my eyes feel heavy. A smack to my right shoulder only barley keeps me from falling asleep. I hear an annoying voice go from mocking to worried, followed by a sudden sense of weightlessness. When my head hits something incredibly soft everything fades to black.

The smell of something cooking rouses me from my deep sleep, a stinging ache follows not long after from my right shoulder. I bury my face further into the furs I’m lying in as I open my eyes, I shift in the fur cocoon I seem to be wrapped in. Trying to move my right arm shoots pain down my back, I let out a few curses looking around to place my pains blame on someone. Looking guilty the bandit stirs a pot that’s been placed over the fire. When my cursing subsides, he finally glances at me.

Casting his eyes back when our eyes meet. “I’d favour that side a bit, I had to stich you’ a few times. The pots nearly done cooking; I’ll help you up so you can have a bite.”

I’m somewhat taken aback by the sudden U-turn in treatment. He was the whole reason I’d ended up walking half a day through a un traveled forest. Why the sudden guilt now? Unsure of how much I could trust him I carefully sat up on my own, winching a few times when I moved wrong. My shirts are gone; I throw a suspicious glance in the bandit’s general direction. Then try to get a look at my shoulder, which had been covered in wrapping.

“Can’t listen to me for even a moment- Fine I get it, that’s fair. Don’t remove the bandages, the herbs I had to use on you aren’t easy to- “, he seems to stop himself glancing my way again.

If the pain in my shoulder and my tired legs didn’t leave me feeling so drained despite just waking up, I’d nearly want to laugh. This cocky bandit was channeling a puppy who’d just destroyed the couch. Though the couch in this case was my back, the very back I realised, that I’d thrown in front of a dagger. Ah, that’s why. If it hadn’t been due to his dagger, I’m sure he would have tried charging me for his nursing services. My throat feels dry as I try to speak, the guilty party scoops out a bowl and brings it over to the pile of furs I’m lying in.  

 I take a cautious sip the warm broth, “So you stab me, rob me and I get soup in return.”

“Well, you did jump in front of it, how was I supposed to know you’re a lunatic. Prioritize yourself next time, save me some trouble,” he grumbles but hovers around me. Dark circles around his eyes hint that I was the only one who got any sleep.

            “Are you really blaming me?? You and your dumb friends were the ones who broke my ride.”

“If that damn bird hadn’t dived at me, I wouldn’t have even used my dagger!”

            “Oh, do people not usually try and protect themselves. So sorry for putting up a fight,” my snarky voice seems to bring him relief as his shoulder begin to relax a bit.

“Division carriages never come this way, I guess me and my lads were a bit too eager. The first time it passed by there was clearly no one in it, I didn’t really plan on you being in there at all.” He doesn’t look my way but I assume this is the closest he gets to an apology.

            I must admit, for experiencing a classic bandit robbery a few stiches weren’t the worst outcome for a helpless side character like me. The bandit leader next to me didn’t seem cut-out for the cutthroat role he was playing.

            “How about, instead of just trying to steal from the division you go and get yourself recruited instead,” perhaps I can lead this young man on a better path; like a quest giving npc.

He retorts, “I was going to ask you to join my crew. Your sneaky cunning shouldn’t go to waste.”

His comment surprises me as I choke on the soup, “What do you mean by that, huh.”

“Ai don’t pretend to be all innocent now, I suffered first hand at your plots. The entire time we’ve been around each other the only time you showed me your back was to trick me! I might have noticed your wound sooner if you let your guard down for even a second.”

            Now he’s back to scolding me? I really can’t get a grasp on this guy’s character at all. Perhaps unconsciously I did keep my right side away from him, but I’m not some crafty rouge. I’m supposed to be a comedic relief support character, at most I might end up in a few towers that my sister will have to save me from. I hand him back the empty soup bowl which he refills and begins to eat from himself, this hut must be one of their hideout spots only stocked with a few necessities.

            “I have to ask, did you even leave your group a note.” He pauses the bowl leaving his lips.

“Leading any possible people out of the forest for a fee was a possible outcome. They shouldn’t be worried.”

            “Oh yeah. Even though since we both got hurt, there might be blood all about the carriage site. Huh? Did you think of what that might look like to them?”

He looks at me wide eyed, “I really need you in my crew. You think of everything.”

            “I’m scared of bugs; I wouldn’t last in the woods more than a day.”

“Ah come on, scared of a few butterflies,” he teases.

            “Yes, I hate those little freaks. Disgusting, can’t stand them.” I speak firmly looking him straight in the eyes.

            The laughter that bursts from him is childlike and reckless, he nearly spills his bowl as he falls to the floor. After we finish eating, he cleans up the pot and comes to lay down in the furs. He hands me a rather nice looking inner and outer shirt before closing his eyes as if to sleep. I carefully manage to get the clothing on, this time he knows better then to offer to help me.

            “These threads are much nicer that the ones I was wearing,” I say aloud only half asking.

He opens one eye glancing at me, “The ones you were wearing had too much blood on them. Can’t bring you to town looking like that.”

I don’t see a reason to complain when he adds, “Those clothes are yours, you know. I took them out of your bag.”

            Ah I had avoided going through the original Orion’s bag, I guess a spare change of clothes being in there is to be expected. The fabric is cool and smooth, what you would expect from an ex well off family’s son. I stay quiet for a bit and let the bandit rest for the remainder of the morning. I don’t waste my energy wandering around and stay sitting in my spot on the pile of furs; only when the sun seems to move higher in the sky do I disturb him.

            “You might as well cut my hair and stash it while were here. How much farther is the nearest city? My legs might end up hurting more then my shoulder at the rate we were walking.”

He replies smoothly making me wonder if he was milking his nap for as long as I would let him.

“It’s just an hour away now, this hideout is right at the edge of the forest. If we hadn’t gotten here in the night, you might have been able to see the main Divisions Mountain in the distance.”

            “Then come on. Give me my free hair cut and then I can get out of yours.”

He slowly gets up lazily moving he collects a few things before coming back to sit behind me. He does trim my hair; I’m relieved scissors exist in this world and he’s not just hacking away with his dagger. He doesn’t take nearly as much as I expect him to. Even taking the time to neatly braid and tie back my hair. It still falls a bit past my shoulders while tied, but I’m happy to have it completely out of my way. Sabine had seemed to find my messy attempt at tying it back an injustice to the long hair. So, she’d made a point of only tying enough to keep it out of my face and letting the rest fall prettily. The bandit’s method felt more practical, and I gave a few approving pats to my hair when he was done.

Seeming proud of his work he gave a few gentle tugs to the hair tie, “Now your hair suits my crew. Since you aren’t ‘anyone special’ to the Division just stick around.”

            I could tell he was still curious about who I was to the Division, perhaps his incessant propositions were apart of getting me to talk. I stood up and turned to him, giving a spin I walked to the doorway. He let out a sigh but didn’t seem surprised at how I brushed off his offer.

            “I might be nobody but I think I owe the Willow Division a thank you in person.”

“A thank you, what could they have done for you?” He gets up putting out the embers of the fire.

            “I was sick and they helped” -I won’t mention it was at the request of the protagonist- “It seems like a group that just does that sort of thing. They can’t be all that bad.”

Finished packing up the bandit joins me at the doorway, “I’ll have to keep that in mind. Come on this way. If you’re going to keep tripping over every root just walk beside me.”

            We chat comfortably now as we walk, he continues to try and scout me. I try selling him the idea that he seemed more then capable to try joining a different path. We even talk about the Division; he lives close enough to it he knows all the local rumours. I share a bit of what I know, trying my best to avoid mentioning my knowledge comes from the source material of this world. I guess the ordinary people don’t know much about what the Division does. Stories about how it’s a group full of powerful people who horde secrets seem to do the adventuring guild an injustice. Calling them well trained students who go around collecting information and solving the odd problem, is a much closer summary.

When we finally come to a well traveled rocky path. The mountain the division has carved its home into, rises from the tree line. It seems that the bandit takes me on a tour of the small cities’ outer limits, the town is the biggest I’ve seen. People bustling around the markets as vendors sell their wares. I have no desire to dive into such a busy throughfare but enjoy watching curiously from a distance. The bandit makes no move to part ways and seems to enjoy watching me stare around dazed at the city folk. Before I realise it, we spend a few more hours walking around before he delivers me right to the base of the mountain.

A Large carved gateway declares the entrance to the Willow Divisions head quarters, a few ornate looking roof tops can be seen peaking out from the moss-covered rocks and trees that occupy the edges of the mountain. I turn to offer a half sarcastic thank you to the bandit, but he has already gone without a word. I scoff, such a sudden disappearance suits him. Perhaps he’s rightly gained a fear of the danger pigeon delivery birds that live in the Division.

 I stare a bit longer at the unfamiliar trees that smell rich and oddly comforting. I let out a heavy breath before walking past the gate and up to the guard house. Somewhere further in this mountain keep is the main protagonist of this world; as well as all her friends, suitors, and their troubles.

[monster-noises]

I started writing another post that did More Details but I lost steam on it but I also don't Don't wanna post about it so I'm gunna talk about some silly Vile things in the Tags that I just spent like 40 mins in front of the mirror coming up with

[daydreamerdrew]

I know it’s been a bit since this all happened but seeing people say, after having watched the second Shazam movie, that they wanted a Mary spin-off, and then finally actually watching the movie myself was so strange for me.

because I would have assumed that, as someone that’s already really invested in Mary but was also not expecting much of anything too substantial from these movies and was excited to see her depiction anyway, I would be the easiest person possible to please with her portrayal as long as she wasn’t characterized in a way that actively contradicted how I view her, which would then really bother me. but then I really didn’t care about her at all in the movie. it wasn’t that her usage in the story bothered me so much as that it didn’t really prompt a response from me in the first place.

because her problems exist in the beginning of the movie and then nothing specific happens with her regarding them for the rest of it, they only serve to prompt a specific reaction from Billy as a part of his arc, and for me that’s a situation that inherently cannot make her compelling as a character.

I know that part of this is that people went into the movie with specific expectations about how her character would be used from how she was used in the first movie, as well as that the existence of The New Champion of Shazam! (2022) has provided essentially evidence not much of that a spin-off where she goes to college is going to happen but of that it would be a good idea for it to happen, because that something happened in a comic book is often used to mean ergo it should be used in the live-action adaptation because it would be satisfying to see it made into live-action, regardless of how what’s already been done in live-action has or hasn’t set it up for that to be a satisfying direction for that story as a stand-alone work without the context of the comics.

and I do personally really want to see Mary’s life when she’s away at college actually fully realized in a story, but that’s because New Champion convinced me of the potential in that concept and then didn’t fully deliver on it, not the movies, and I don’t necessarily want to see that happen in the live-action format. I’d actually rather see it in the comic book format. which is all to say that I’m not bothered at all that it’s looking like we’re not going to be getting any more of these movies.

[legend-of-cupcake]

Little OC dump here.

This is Miyuki, a snow woman who refuses to conform to the stereotypes her kind has— she’s loud, brash, confident, expressive and has a temper to boot. Miyuki will never turn her back on someone who needs help and won’t hesitate to jump into a fight to help out (many would say she’s always particularly quick to resort to fighting), however this also leads to her often butting her nose into places where it may not be actually wanted. Miyuki only means well!!

Despite being a snow woman, Miyuki has never shown her ice abilities, instead relying purely on her impressive physical strength (and unusually tall stature) that will put even many of the boys to shame. The wrestling club has tried many times to recruit her into their ranks, but she has thus far continued to reject them. The only way you can actually tell she’s a snow woman, is by her ice cold skin and the heart necklace which helps regulate her body temperature and sounds an alarm when Miyuki’s body temperature becomes too high. If her body temperature is too high for too long, she will begin to slowly melt away until there’s nothing left. In that situation, a week in the frosty mountains will set her straight (or a freezer will work too).

Everyone assumes that Miyuki doesn’t use her ice abilities due to her natural overwhelming strength, but perhaps there’s more to the story than what meets the eye..?

Boy-crazy is certainly not how one would describe the tomboy Miyuki, and they would be right to say so, however this doesn’t mean she doesn’t desire a little romance in her life. The only problem is: everyone sees her as one of the guys. Even tho she grew her hair out long and wears cute clothes (that won’t hinder her when she has to be athletic), nobody seems to treat her like the rest of the girls. Miyuki won’t change who she is for anybody… but she truly wishes someone would accept her as a girl.

[theboydrama]

Emotionally unstable bisexual refugee who’s obsessed with Archery because of his mom and does crime because of his emotionally distant older brother who abandoned him to take care of his father, his father’s wife, and several step and half siblings who are varying levels of chaotic gremlin energy, in a city too big to notice their existence, and who keeps making friends with the people in charge, which is included but not limited to the captain of the city guard (who becomes a mother figure to him), one of the most powerful mages in the land, and the political leader of a large group of United tribes of people. He takes a job because he needs the money and punches that powerful mage in the face, by the way. (He had permission). THEN he takes possession of an incredibly powerful, and dangerous, evil magic rock, which makes him evil(er) and he ONLY holds into it because the queen wanted it and he’s anti-monarchy and thinks the queen is a bitch. Luckily the naive 18 year old illegitimate daughter of the queen and her past side piece advocates that it’s somehow a good idea for him to keep the magic rock instead of it being safely locked up! Spoiler alert: this goes badly!

He goes crazy and stabs someone at a ball because of the magic rock (he thought they were Royal and decided fuck it, assassin time!) and he runs away. Spends three days in a mysterious definitely magical temple thanks to his friend (chief of the tribes) helping him out. Then he finds out there’s a corrupt priest stealing from the donations, and obviously the only solution is to kill him. He does this! Then gets caught and runs away, and to be found by the dangerous leader of a massive criminal organization (which definitely isn’t working with the guy who caused the war that made him a refugee!) and tells Toby, ‘hey work with us and you can kill more corrupt people”. Toby thinks this is a grand idea, in his evil rock induced state and also just being so bitter and angry about years scraping by and on the streets because of these corrupt people and massive wealth gaps. So he does this. And now he’s an assassin for this evil organization and it can only go well, right?? Right?

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[isenstar777]

Do you know what's more annoying than being unable to write because you're too busy thinking about your Dnd girlfriend? Settling down to write and only getting ideas for writing about your Dnd girlfriend

[mrmctoast]

The World Binder

Chapter 2: Accusations

It took her a while, but Rale had finally made it to the buildings she had seen from across the hill. Not knowing what to expect she entered what seemed to be a decently large village, although it seemed nearly abandoned which was odd, as even as the sun was low it couldn't be later then seven she reasoned.

After making her way around for a few minutes she started to hear what sounded like a party. Lots of people cheering and hollering and singing could be heard as Rale approached the source of the noise.

The crowd hushed as she approached but no one was looking at her. "What's going on?" Was all she could think to say before being shushed herself.

"At long last," Shouted a man standing near the opposite end of the crowd atop a box of some sort triumphantly. "we have caught the damned sorcerer who has plagued these lands for! He has been tried by the High Council of Rivermare, and found guilty of unlawful use of magic and terrorism against the crown!" A roar erupts from the crowd in agreement of the decision.

"Who are they talking about?" Rale asked a nearby villager.

"The Green Demon," the villager replied cheerily. "he's been going after the soldiers the king sent to keep the border settlements in check. I 'eard it took a whole battalion of men to bring him in.

"holy crap that's horrible!"

The man at the head of the crowd raised his hands as the people went quite again. "He has been sentenced to death by the Warden's Hand at dawn," The crowd gasped at this information. "and he will be held here until the morning so he may witness all he sought to destroy stand before him in defiance!"

The crowd cheered once more and began to disperse until only Rale remained. She had hidden herself from the view of this, 'Green Demon' behind one of the village houses, nervous to even look at what kind of person was capable of killing so many people. It took almost twenty minutes to build the courage enough to look at them. But when she did, she gasped at what lied before her.

Locked in the stocks was what looked like a man with long unkempt brown hair, clumps of blood left to dry in open air. His wrists bruised and bound by chains. His clothes torn, bloodied, and burned by the battle that did him in. But it was odd, he looked familiar in a way Rale couldn't explain to herself. While he looked awful, he also seemed out of place. His shirt was dense and looked soft, unlike anyone else she had yet seen. He was pale, seemingly untouched by the sun, far from what you would expect from a village like this. He almost looked like.

"Spencer!?" Rale shouted.

The man lifted his head slowly towards her, weakly shaking his head to move the hair from his eyes.

"Where did you hear that name." The man spoke weakly in his dry, raspy voice.

"What happened to you?"

"Why would you care?"

"Because when I saw you a few hours ago we were falling through rainbows or something. And now you're..."

"Wait," The man interrupted. "It can't be you."

"Who else could I be?"

"Rale?" The man, Spencer, lifted his head fully and look at Rale properly. "Where have you been for the last six months?"

"Stuck in a tree." Rale chirped "But what do you mean six months? It's only been 4 hours."

"That doesn't ma-" Spencer cut himself off mid though. "Nevermind, think you could get me out of here?"

"I'll take a look but only if you promise to explain why you killed those people."

"I sware I'll explain but you'll need to hear me out fully ok?"

"Fine." Rale huffed, eyeing the lock on the side of Spencer's stockade. She looked around to make sure nobody was watching before working at the lock.

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Chapter 3 will be posted once I've finished writing it.

[alygator77]

ᰔᩚ motherhood and matrimony - mlist ᰔ

ꨄ︎ pairing. au ceo! satoru gojo x single mom secretary fem! reader

ꨄ summary. satoru gojo, the arrogant and irresistible heir to a billion-dollar corporation and the son of your boss, the ceo... but when satoru’s father dies unexpectedly, his inheritance hinges on a stipulation: he must marry and have a child, but the child doesn't necessarily have to be his, right? together, you strike a deal: a fake marriage that promises financial stability for you and corporate control for him. as the lines between business and emotion blur, you must decide if your partnership is purely contractual or if it could evolve into something real.

ꨄ︎status. ongoing

ꨄ︎ warnings/tags. 18+ MDNI, nsfw, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, fake marriage, slow burn, smut, fluff, bit of angst, reader is single mom who recently broke off her engagement, satoru being a cute step dad, naoya is your crappy ex, some triggers of domestic abuse (it is emotional but it can be a bit suggestive/interpreted as physical, note this is from naoya not satoru)

ꨄ︎ words: currently 139k

ꨄ︎ a/n. hello ya'll, my name is aly and if you read my fic thank you so much from the bottom of my heart! this story really hit the ground running, originally it was a request from a lovely anon ♡ and apparently i cannot write short fics for the life of me because it turned into something big lol, halp.. i'm unsure how many chapters it will have because i am just seeing where the inspiration takes me :') i will update tags/warnings as the story progresses. thanks for reading <3 (also this will have a happy ending)

ꨄ︎ taglist: closed (ao3)

ꨄ series tags #mhm #motherhood and matrimony

♬︎ playlist

ꨄ︎ chapters

ch 1 // circumstances and commitments

ch 2 // under the spotlight

ch 3 // fractured realities

ch 4 // shadows of doubt

ch 5 // a leap of faith

ch 6 // drenched in truth

ch 7 // the road ahead

ch 8 // inhale, exhale

ch 9 // blood and betrayal

ch 10 // pending..

ch 11 // pending..

ch 12 // pending..

ch 13 // pending..

ꨄ︎ extra chapters

autumn special // harvesting happiness (read after ch 6)

christmas special // wrapped in love (read after ch 7)