#of course also keep in mind your own safety and health

[theforestknowsmydreams]

the person asking heavy questions about being trans because they never considered it an option before meeting me. knowing they're confused and vulnerable and gently taking their fears into my hands. it's a heavy responsibility, and i'm worried i might do something wrong, but they're trusting me. i will treat them with care, because we share this space. my younger step-siblings when i first met them, leaning on me. i hated my life back then. all i wanted to do was hide and cry and leave everything behind, but now there was these kids i didn't even know. the youngest being only 9, looking for anyone that could keep her safe in face of things changing and our parents yelling at us. and i decided then and there i would do exactly that for as long as i could. i protected my siblings, because it's what i dreamed of when i was their age. working at the liquor store and listening to middle-aged men's drunk ramblings. i'm a little uncomfortable, and he's talking shit about everything and everyone, but he asked to have a conversation and i can remove myself from the situation whenever i want. so hear about his failed marriage, his children he wants to do better for, and he's angry but mostly he's tired and sad. i listen, because it fills a little of the emptiness he would otherwise fill with alcohol. being there for people not because i care, but caring because i decided to help. some of you i never want to see again, but in this moment you are precious to me. a treasure of a person that deserves kindness. you know? those experiences are so beautiful. stressful sometimes. uncomfortable maybe. scary even. but beautiful.

idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.

[oreo-creampie]

𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! fluff, suggestiveness - talking about/hinting towards satoru fingering/eating you out but nothing happens, kissing, satoru fondly makes fun of you a lil, he also carries you around, collage au, collage student!reader, collage student!gojo

fey: I’m still gonna be on hiatus for a little longer but in the mean time have this fluff nugget inspired by my hubby

Satoru huffs and pokes your cheek till you swat his hand away. He flops on the bed next to you, the soft breeze and movement disturbing your carefully placed papers.

You whine “Satoru!”

“Sweet pie! You’ve been studying and working in that essay all day for the past three days please!” He throws his hand across his forehead, clutching his chest. “I beg of you feed me attention before I starve. I’m wilting away before you! How cold hearted can you be.” His eyes are with tears.

Tossing your throw blanket over him, “This should keep you warm.” You take you eyes off the screen to read the open text book next to you. Before referring to your notes then glancing back up at your computer screen.

He pops his head out from underneath the blanket with gasp. “No I’m not cold! You’re cold hearted!” He sits up and wraps his arms around you. “Please just an hour, we can order some food, take a shower get you out of your funky funk.” Pinching his nose and waving his hand in front of his face.

“You’re foul.”

You can hear the smile in his voice. “Like your armpits! Study starting break now! I your wonderful boyfriend refuse to let you be stinky.” He slowly closes the lid on the rough draft of your paper.“I’ll help you write some more after, if you don’t give your mind a break you’ll fry it and make it useless.” He kisses the top of your head.

“Let’s go lil’ stink!” He drags you off the bed, your feet dangle in the air as he holds you to his chest.

Squeezing you whilst you protest, “Hey you can’t steal that! I don’t wanna hear it from the one with the stanky attitude making me take a break for my health how dare you.” He carefully sets you down in the bathroom.

He waves a hand in your direction, “Yes yes, how dare I care for my beautiful girlfriend and rub her naked body down with my large soapy hands in a warm shower, that I as her perfect boyfriend know the temperature of.”

He lights some of the candles arranged around the bathroom. And starts the heater that he insists your bathroom needs. After not stepping into another cold bathroom after a hot shower you can understand why.

You rid yourself of your clothes, throwing them into the hamper. “Do you need to toot you own horn?” Relieving yourself then washing your hands.

Turning around and watching him strip. His arms flex as he pulls his black shirt off. His v line peeks out of his sweatpants, which he pushes down. Your gaze lingers on his soft cock and large balls before you glance up into his sparkling blue eyes.

He corners you against the counter, booping the tip of your nose with his long finger. “You’ve been neglecting me for days I might need to remind you what a awesome boyfriend I am! What if you’ve forgotten!” He pouts.

You slide your fingers through his soft silver white hair. Pulling him in, your lips close to his, “I could never forget, you won’t let me, but I suppose it’s part of your charm. I guess it’s kind of cute when you’re cocky.”

Satoru smirks into the slow passionate kiss he gives you. Lifting you up, reflexively you wrap your legs around his waist. It’s easy to forget everything when you’re kissing him. There is the safety of his arms, the sweet passion of his soft lips on yours.

When he breaks away Satoru suggests, “After our shower would it be too cruel of me to give my girl a happy ending? As some stress relief and reward for all her studying of course.” He massages your cheek. His large warm hand feels wonderful targeting your sore spots.

You softly groan, “Please! I don't know if I wanna ride your face, fingers or cock.”

“Why not all three one after another? I can suck on your pretty clit and let you cum on my fingers then I can fill you up.” He carries you into the warm shower, supporting you with one hand. Closing the curtain behind himself.

He stands underneath the warm water, steam billowing off it. “‘M sorry for not texting for three days, you know I’ve missed my amazing boyfriend, you’re just so talented at so many things like distracting me when I need to study.” He helps you onto your feet, placing your backside facing towards the rushing water.

He protests, “I can behave and help you study.” Pouring some of his favorite strawberry and sugar scented body wash onto his hand.

You close your eyes tilting your head back. Soaking your curls and letting the water wash over your face. The water melts away some of the tension building in your neck and shoulders.

You rub your right shoulder and winch whilst insisting, “You tell me that every time.” Turning around and stepping out of the water, closing your eyes. It’s relaxing knowing he’ll take care of you, from washing your body, to treating your curls to applying your face care.

Rubbing soap over your back and ass, leaving soapy white bubbles. He massages your shoulders whilst pleading his case, “Please lemme help you study! We have the same essay due and test to take. Our study sessions is how we got together I miss them.”

You softly sigh and cave in, “I miss them too, ok you win can stay, you’re too charming.”

He playful croons “I always win.” Kissing the top of your wet head. “You won't regret it I'll be the best study buddy!” You widely smile, the delight in Satoru’s voice is heartwarming.

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

hey, can you do rosie, carmilla and sera x platonic! adopted son! male! reader with depresion and androphobia like in my last request

"Momma's Boy" ; Carmilla Carmine, Rosie, Sera

She's one of the fiercest defenders of anyone who needs it, honestly, and she's very glad you're comfortable with women.

It doesn't take long at all for her to take you in, integrating you into her family and getting you acquainted with Odette and Clara, who eagerly accept you as another Carmine.

If you're comfortable with it, she'll also make you part of Carmine Arms Dealing, but if not, no pressure. She won't force you.

If your father is already in Hell... well, don't expect him to be for long. :)

Odette and Clara help hide the body.

The same fate to whoever intentionally disrespects or makes you uncomfortable, actually.

"And what do you think you're doing, violating my children's security in their own space?"

- Carmilla, after stiletto-ing someone's hand off for making you uncomfortable and refusing to back off.

Doesn't really understand mental health much, since she's more focused on physical safety.

Fortunately for you, your new sisters can help you with that, instead. :)

Rosie is just the sweetest! It doesn't take long to open up to her about your past at all, and she immediately takes you in as her own!

She'll probably over-baby you, asking if you "want Mama to do that for you?", "need help with that?", etc. It's a little annoying, but her heart is in the right place.

"C'mon, baby doll! Tell Mama Rosie all about it!"

She's honestly really hard to say no to because she's so sweet.

Understands mental health a little better than Carmilla, but not enough to help you, herself, so she takes you to see a therapist.

A female therapist, of course.

And she'll go with whatever treatment she recommends and you're comfortable with, whether that be CBT, hypnosis, medication, or anything else along that line.

She's also not above threatening people who frighten you on purpose, either.

"Hmm... Y'know, sweetheart, you remind me of my first husband! I'd say he could tell ya himself, but sadly, my steak can't talk anymore."

That tends to shut people up, quickly and easily.

She'll take you in, but... unconventionally. You won't become a Seraphim or anything, but she'll keep you close by at all times, not trusting anyone in case something happens to you.

Fortunately, there are places in Heaven for people with phobias like yours.

She'll keep any men she possibly can away from you, and won't hesitate to reprimand anyone she spots making you uncomfortable. After all, who would defy their benevolent queen?

"Excuse me, but I have to ask you to stop what you're doing. My dear son isn't comfortable with this kind of attention."

And like the protective mama bear she is, she'll shield you with her wings and let you play with them if you want while she handles the situation, if it keeps you calm.

Like Rosie, she gets you a therapist, and does whatever technique suggested, just wanting to see you get better and be okay again.

If your father ever somehow did make it to Heaven, she'd have a bone to pick with God, himself over it, wondering how he could let someone so cruel into paradise.

"What kind of joke is this? You represent purity, yet you let this filth into our midst?"

She also uses her angelic powers to soothe your mind at times if it ever gets to be too much for you. She knows all too well what painful memories can do to a person.

And best of all? You get to be like a brother to Emily! It's a win-win all around, really!

[navybrat817]

Epinephrine

Summary: Bucky races to win as you watch with anticipation.

Pairing: Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: Over 1.5k Warnings: Nerves, K-I-S-S-I-NG, swearing, POV switch, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @saradika. Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. A/N: My third Connect 4 (C4007 - Square 3) / Into an Alternate Juneiverse for @buckybarnesevents! Set in my Dialed In AU, but can be read as a standalone. Apologies for any inaccuracies, but I'm human and still had fun writing this.❤️ Thank you @targaryenvampireslayer for the POV switch suggestion! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Epinephrine. Both a hormone and a neurotransmitter, the chemical messenger transmits nerve signals to prepare your body for fight or flight. Most call it adrenaline. Some liken it to pre-race jitters.

Bucky considered it his own personal fuel.

Just breathe.

It amazed him how so many wrote off motocross as just another sport without considering the physical and mental training they put into it or how dangerous it was. Position, weight distribution, and correct form on the bike were all things to consider when practicing and racing. Not to mention no two tracks are alike, the conditions constantly changing. You had to take the hills, jumps, turns, and distance for your own safety and those around you.

He mentally wished Steve and the others a safe race, even Rumlow. Prick or not, he didn’t want the guy to get hurt. He sure as hell didn't want to lose to him either.

"For what it’s worth, I’m glad you didn’t hit him. Because he would have won and guys like him don’t deserve to win."

No, he doesn't.

His heart raced a little faster, his right palm starting to sweat as the nerves and excitement clashed in his chest. The knot in his stomach settled as he waited for the race to start, his focus on the path in front of him. The rough terrain ahead called to him, urging him to unleash whatever anger, fear, joy, and anything he had built up inside. He would go all out, leaving no regrets in his path.

All leading to you after he crossed the finish line.

"Good luck."

Gave me all the luck I need, Spitfire.

With your voice in his mind, it quieted any doubt that lingered. He knew his strengths and even his limits when it came to the sport. Getting back on the bike after his accident already proved that he was a winner. He didn't need to prove himself to anyone else.

But he hoped you would see his worth.

And as the gate dropped, he smiled behind his helmet.

You grabbed Natasha's arm as the riders took off, keeping an eye out for Bucky. She didn't pull away or make a comment when you dug your nails in. You appreciated her a bit more because of that. You also didn't understand why you were nervous when you weren't the one on the track.

I've seen plenty of races, but I didn't have anything at stake before.

"Sorry," you muttered as you let the redhead go.

"It's okay. He's got this," she assured you.

You nodded, doing your best to give her a smile. A mile and a half long course and likely a twenty to thirty minute race and extra lap, you knew it was standard. But watching the dirt fly as you focused on Bucky's helmet, your heart felt like it was in your throat. You didn't just want him to win, you wanted him safe.

Just breathe. He knows what he's doing.

"If he gets hurt, I'm kicking his ass," you said, sucking in a breath as another rider got close to his back wheel.

"And nurse him back to health," Natasha teased.

"Yeah. With a uniform and all," you teased, actually kind of into the idea.

Down girl.

You got uncharacteristically quiet after that, your stomach dropping when Maddox gained on Bucky. He was still in a good position, his friend, Steve, up there with him. It was almost like witnessing a roller coaster ride, the ups and downs, the twists and drops. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and you could only imagine how the guys out there felt actually experiencing it.

Exhilarating.

As the riders got close to the final lap, you jumped up. You somehow stayed on your feet when your head spun, but you weren't going to miss this. Bucky and Maddox were almost neck-in-neck, but Maddox probably thought he had it in the bag. That kind of cockiness didn't always pay off.

You sure as hell didn’t want it to pay off today.

"Come on, Hothead," you whispered.

While Maddox turned his head to look at Bucky, the latter kept his head facing forward and elbows up. As if he didn't care that his competition was there. He raced smarter, not harder, as you watched with bated breath. He kept his lead toward the finish line as you couldn’t help but smile.

Bucky Barnes won the race.

He won. He fucking won.

"Fuck yes!" you shouted, uncaring of your language as Bucky took first, his left fist pumping in the air. The way everyone else cheered, they probably didn't notice. But you finally felt like you could take a proper breath, the mental ride coming to a stop. "For the record, I'm just happy he made it across the finish line. This has nothing to do with the date."

I can actually smell my own bullshit.

"Wow. You managed to say that with a straight face. Impressive," Natasha said, nodding toward the course as the race wrapped up. "Come on. Let's go congratulate him. And by we I mean you."

"He raced a good race. It was very exciting," you said evenly, but you eagerly pulled her along to get out of the stands and through the crowd.

You weren’t sure if you were actually allowed to go up to greet him, but people moved to let you through. Was it your strut or Natasha’s subtle stare that made everyone jump out of the way? As you got closer to Bucky and the other riders, you felt like your heart was going to race out of your chest when you stopped at the edge of the course. Especially when took off his helmet, a light sheen of sweat on his face as he shook his hair out.

Fuck me in the dirt, please.

“Go,” Natasha encouraged after some of the guys congratulated Bucky, except for Maddox who stood feet away with a glare on his face.

Sore loser doesn’t look good on him, but he’s not why I’m here.

Holding your head high, you locked eyes with Bucky when he looked your way. Seemingly forgetting the others around him, he walked toward you to meet you halfway when you stepped in the dirt. The two of you stood there for a long moment before he smirked. A slight one, but still a smirk.

“Looks like I won,” he said, his voice rough.

“You did. Congratulations,” you said, stepping back to hold out your hand. “And it looks like you get to go out with me, so double congratulations,” you simpered, previous annoyance that he bet a date with you completely forgotten.

“Are we shaking on it?” he chuckled, his gloved hand reaching for yours. A spark of electricity moved up your arm once he took it and you refused to deny your attraction at that moment.

“You could say that,” you smirked, yanking him close. “But I prefer to seal it with a kiss.”

You took a moment to appreciate how soft and warm his lips felt when you initiated the kiss this time. You allowed his tongue to slip inside and explore when you parted your lips, feeling the beat of his heart as he pressed his chest against your body. It wasn’t hard or urgent, but excitement and passion consumed you. It didn’t matter if he got your clothes dirty. Or that a few of the riders whistled and cheered at the display.

He smiled against your lips when you had to take a breath. “I thought you said you weren’t a prize.”

“And I thought you said your ass was all mine after you win,” you reminded him, almost wishing you reached around to squeeze it. Even dirty and sweaty, he still looked and smelled amazing. It was a phenomenon.

“I did and I meant it,” he said, sneaking in another kiss before he had to pull away. “You sticking around?”

“I’ll be with Nat. Go do what you have to,” you said, turning away to back to your friend. She had a smile on her face. You had one on yours, too.

“I still have to get your number, so don’t go anywhere!” Bucky called after you.

“Who said I was giving you my number?” you asked over your shoulder. “I never agreed to that.”

“How am I supposed to take you on a date without it?” he asked.

“You seem like a smart guy. You’ll figure it out, Hothead,” you teased, egging him on just a little.

“Want me to get on my knees, Spitfire?”

Yes and split me open with that talented tongue of yours.

“She’ll give you her number,” Natasha said, waving Bucky on as you laughed. You may have checked his ass out again because he did say it was yours. And he no doubt checked yours out as you walked away. “You are giving him your number before we leave.”

“I will,” you promised, giving her a small smile. “I’m glad you introduced me to him,” you added gently, looking forward to getting to know him more.

“And I’m glad you put a smile back on his face.”

Hearing that felt like a victory.

I guess we’re both winners today, Hothead.

Yay! He won! Was there ever any doubt? More to come. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[soundlessdreamss]

Hey!! i saw your fanfics and i loved it! How about something like, Alastor x Furina/Focalors Reader? It can be either Platonic or Romantic!

hi hi!! Of course I can do this, I’ll also be doing vox x furina reader in this post as I got a request to do that aswell. ^_^ This will include platonic and romantic headcannons for them.

Alastor x furina!reader & Vox x furina!reader

Platonic Alastor:

To say he wasn’t intrigued by you was a lie. You caught his attention during a overlord meeting where you had not a single care in the world about what was going to happen in hell, since you saw it as your “stage” to perform.

He didn’t really get how and why you acted the way you did. You always overreacted and had dramatic reactions to small things happening but only if it was something that affected your people in hell. Yet you always kept a playful attitude and be very cocky.

During the meeting where you really caught his attention is when you stood up against Camilla and managed to start a whole fight which made the meeting end early.

He followed after you once you left the meeting and wanted to introduce himself to you. (As if you didn’t already know him)

You liked how he acted similarly to you in a way, you both mainly cared about your own good or at least your peoples own good. So it wasn’t that hard for you guys to bond and become good friends.

If someone caused you trouble during a trial let’s just say Alastor has your back.

You guys grew an inseparable bond but you also seemed to cling onto Alastor because you didn’t really have anyone else to hang out with because your responsibilities and trials.

He didn’t seem to mind this this though and slowly you guys grew feelings for each other.

You were the only one who Alastor seemed to like and hang out with the most but it took you guys quite a while to confess.

Romantic Alastor:

Once (he or you) confessed first the other accepted and to think you were clingy before. Well now your like 100x more clingy and needy because even though you know Alastor loves you, your still worried that he’ll leave you or stop giving you his time with this new hotel project he’s working on.

He reassures you daily that he could never just abandon you and that he adores you. But sometimes you still feel worry that you’ll be abandoned. Just like how focalors left you to put an act on for 500 years.

He also sees how you hide your pain underneath the smile of your act, he worries for you as your mental health is definitely not in the best shape right now.

He tries to encourage you to take breaks and spend time for yourself but, you can’t help but worry that if you do the plan will fail.

Once your act is over after 500 years you immediately run over to him and break down because your finally free from all the stress that you had to carry on your shoulders.

Platonic Vox:

One day as he was monitoring the whole city, he couldn’t help but look closer into one of the screens to see you. You had caught his attention just by how you acted and dressed.

In order to get closer to become your friend he visited one of your trials and after it was done he followed you and started up a conversation with you.

Ever since then you guys spent a ton of time together. It was an unbreakable bond between you too and you both grew attached to each other.

He cared for your safety and you cared for his. But sometimes you were a bit too busy with all the trials you have to do and judging. And he started to notice how burnout you became, but he didn’t know how long you actually put on that act.

One day when you finally had free time he scheduled a “meeting” (actually a date to confess to u lol) and it went well if you accepted. If you didn’t accept his confession he understood because you were always so busy with court cases.

Romantic Vox:

After you two became official he put a lot of secret technology of his in your court place to keep an eye on you. He didn’t want you to get hurt by a filthy sinner now would he?

He cares for you deeply and worries for your mental health because your always busy judging people and deciding whether or not they are guilty.

He felt his heart drop when he heard you almost died that day you were sentenced guilty.

He rushed over to your city and when he saw you outside checking the city after it was all over he ran over to you and gave you a big hug.

You cried in his arms as all of the stress you had on your shoulders was finally gone and you could live freely as a overlord now without having to worry 24/7 if the plan would work.

Tag list: @villxinmiixx

[yanderegrizzsworld]

Psst, heard you were accepting Digital Circus requests so would I happen to request Pomni with a reader who keeps trying to punch the walls and basically punch everything in a desperate attempt to escape?

Also if you do anons then could I be dream anon?

Imagine: Platonic Yandere Pomni with a reader desperate to escape

TW/CW: Mentions of anxiety/paranoia/blood/injuries, implied stalking & implied bullying (not by yandere)

A.N: Psst, from now on you're dream anon

Whether you're a new arrival or not doesn't matter to the jester, she fully understands where your anxiety & fear of this place comes from & sees no reason to judge. She might attempt to explain this world if you were new but it wouldn't do much from her own mind being just as puzzled about it.

Pomni does questions your method of escape. Don't get her wrong, she also wishes to escape from this world that tells her to call it her new home, but compared to how you're going about it, her fear of any future self-inflicted injuries on yourself twist her stomach in ways she'd rather not feel.

The jester nearly breaks out in sweat whenever a sudden, clamorous Pow reaches her ears & immediately runs towards it, reckoning it's you. Don't be surprised when she's around you often, if not by your hip the whole time with her reasoning being that of not wanting you to cause your knuckles to bleed, even though that doesn't seem possible in this world.

Whenever your fist collides with a wall or nearby surface, Pomni swiftly recommends either searching for an exit together or hanging out in her room. Accepting the former leads to her holding onto your wrist the entire time & tugging you away from any surface she considers you might attempt to punch. Accepting the latter is slightly better in which she allows you your space as she strives to talk about anything that comes to mind, though she does keep an eye on your hands just in case.

Whenever questioned for her insistence to constantly be in your presence, Pomni's argue of ensuring you don't get hurt or go mad never falters. Kinger & Zooble don't ruminate on it afterwards, with a slight sarcastic comment from Zooble from time to time; instead of questioning, Gangle & Ragatha regard Pomni's avouchment to your safety rather positively, with Ragatha being much more enthusiastic & probative.

The constant flood of questions & pestering naturally comes from the purple rabbit, whose incessant rejection of personal space & seemingly never-ending strike for getting on other's nerves nearly gives Pomni a headache, even if such a feeling is impossible to feel in the Digital Circus. No matter how many times Pomni drags you away from wherever Jax might be or how many times Ragatha tells him to dial it down if he refuses to stop, the rabbit never fails to pop out of thin air to question Pomni's reasonings & minimize the possibility of a potential exit, though it might come off a bit more impertinent.

The jester often ponders how she hasn't lost it yet, how her paranoia for her new existence & situation didn't lead to her being abstracted & a part of her deems it's because of you. She regards that by always looking after you, ensuring your security & health is in tip-top shape keeps her mind grounded & holding off from snapping at any moment. This thinking however could potentially lead to a almost twisted dependace, she watches over you (distant or close, rarely matters to her) & in return, her sanity stays plenary.

She views it as a win-win situation for the both of you, though it is more a conclusion to comes to on her own rather than something both of you have discussed. Any attempt to hang out with the others alone is futile as Pomni insists to go with you, for your safety of course! & not amount of refusals can/will deter her from at the very least watching over you.

[sad-scarred-sassy]

Also there was no option to abort the baby and she couldn’t shift bc of the baby. Feyre herself made that choice so what are you even rambling about?

😐

I’m not even gonna respond to the other anon because I honestly don’t care how long he hid it from her, it was definitely more than a few hours it was at least 2-3 weeks (theres no definite timeline) and we also don’t know exactly when he found out about it, so my point stands. He wouldn’t have told her if Nesta hadn’t told her, so it wasn’t even him who took that step and righted it.

The fact that she “chose” to keep the baby doesn’t mean she shouldn’t have been asked first when there was time to analyze the possibilities. And of course we don’t know if there is a way to abort the baby since Rhysand never even considered that option. What was stated though was that she could have shifted herself to her Illyrian form, but it could hurt the BABE, so they scratched that.

He chose to not tell her, she had like a 90% possibility (or more I can’t remember) of dying in childbirth.

If she shifted herself there is no statement that it would hurt HER, only the baby. See where I’m going?

I know this is a poor plot by SJM (once again) but the fact is she made Rhys choose the baby over her, over them (apparently the small chance of getting an Heir was more important than them dying and leaving the court to whoever) without consulting her and he would have kept the secret if it wasn’t for Nesta. Its easy to assume Feyre would have probably gone to her death, without knowing, thinking she would be a part of this baby’s life.

The “Rhys didn’t want to stress her” is also a horrible justification since thats part of the reason why Tamlin is so hated, because he kept Feyre away from things he thought she wasn’t able to handle, at least he didn’t hide vital health information from her. Let me say more, the way Tamlin is written, he would have shifted her himself probably without a doubt (still bad if he took the Rhys route and didn’t consult before shifting her) but at least with her in mind. HER safety. And this is my whole point. This debate is aimless because they both abused her, but saying Tamlin’s actions are worse and deserve condemnation while Rhysand’s actions are justifiable is laughable. No. They’re objectively worse.

Imagine your own “soulmate” chooses an unborn child before you, without your input? At least the other always chose her safety in every freaking decision he took. Cant say the same for Rhysand.

I won’t quit yapping about this in my blog, if you don’t like it, then leave.

[sunnydayroleplay]

Jack taking care of an injured reader that's still trying to work despite being injured.

Aw, I have so many ideas for this one ^^ But, we’re gonna keep it simple.

I personally also work a lot despite me being heavily injured, I just go practically insane when things aren’t clean or finished, so well- This just gonna be me being a slight hypocrite for a bit.

Contents Inside: Injuried/Sick Reader, Workaholic Reader, Jack ( g e n t l y ) body slamming you to your bed, etc, etc..

18- DNI, though this is a relatively SFW post, the game it is based off of is not. This is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games. For SFW + 18- safe content, check out my art page instead. @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

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You weren’t the best with taking care of yourself.

Whether that be with school, days and nights without taking a break or sleeping because of homework and studying..

Taking late or double shifts…

Paying the bills, doing taxes, cleaning up the house.

You constantly worked on everything and everyone that you didn’t have enough energy for yourself.

Jack did his best to help around, but you felt bad that he did so much, so you just told him off. That it was fine.

He wasn’t at ALL okay with the fact that you were practically killing yourself like this.

And the final straw was today.

About a few days ago, you sustained a really bad blow to your knee whilst moving some heavy boxes and things around your house.

Though Jack told you that he didn’t mind carrying things to help, you said you were good on your own.

As soon as he heard that loud “thud” he ran from the other room to make sure you were okay.

You tried your hardest to convince him that you didn’t need to get it checked out, but after hours of him pleading, you gave in.

Your doctor said to lay off it, and that you shouldn’t walk unless needed, and to ice + elevate it frequently to help the bruising and pain.

Or in other words, if you kept working while on it, of course it would get worse.

And unfortunately this wasn’t a first time of any body part getting worse for you.

As soon as you got home, Jack babied you, made sure that you did everything the doctor said.

He gave you a bath, and you got into something comfortable.

“Jack, I still have to do-“

“No! You are resting! You never catch a break! I don’t want your knee to get worse.”

“Well, there’s BEEN worse! I’ll be okay, please let me handle it.”

“No, no, and no!! You barely sleep, you need to take care of yourself, you don’t need to do so much.”

You sighed and just reluctantly followed his words. You didn’t have the energy to start an argument about this again, and your knee fucking killed you.

A few hours passed, and you just couldn’t take it.

There was things that needed to get done, and you needed them DONE.

Painfully, you got up from your bed, and slowly walked out of the room, clutching anything in reach as a temporary replacement to your lack of a leg.

Fortunately for Jack, you weren’t quiet about it.

Concerned for the sudden noises coming from your door, he came in to check on you.

“Sunshiiine?~ You okay in there?”

He knocks on the door twice.

“Ye-Yeah! Yeah! I’m okay, just- dropped my phone.”

“Oh! Do you need me to get it for you?”

“NO!- No, no, I’m okay!”

“Sunspot, what’s going on?”

“I’m coming in.”

With that, he opens the door to find you sneaking out slowly, staring right into his eyes.

“I thought I told you to rest? You’re only gonna get more hurt, and then you won’t be able to do anything. And I don’t want that for you.”

He smiles softly, pressing a gloved hand to your cheek.

“Sunshine, I love you and everything you do. You’re a hard worker, and you’re dedicated. But you need to take a break everynow and then. It’s really affecting your health.”

Dropping his hand, he picks you off your feet to bring you to bed.

“What if it wasn’t just your knee next time? I don’t want it getting to that. Just.. promise me you’ll take a break?”

You nod your head softly, caressing your cheek against his arm as if you were a tiny kitty rubbing its body against your legs.

He smiled as he laid your body back into your bed, joining you right after.

He pressed a few kisses to your forehead and one to your lips as he played with your hair, slowly lulling you to slumber.

[charmwasjess]

For the ask game: 🍊 and maybe 🍋 if you feel like it? 👀

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…) 

ASAJJ VENTRESS MY BELOVED. The forgotten daughter of the Disaster Lineage, Dooku’s last Padawan real student, the surviving heir to his Makashi and uh, generational rage. She's so damn cool; I love her so much. She’ll have a big role in future chapters of The Thunder Answered Back, but otherwise I haven’t gotten to do much with her because of my unhealthy coping mechanisms. (Fixation on the pre-prequel era.) 

🍋 What’s your favorite spicier trope to write?  Oh, Rochen, of course I feel like it. :D

You know, I was gonna write you a nice little essay on the healthful properties of bottom Dooku, but I believe you and I already agree so completely on this. Namely, that the man should be broken in half, split like a piece of dry kindling, and stacked for winter. 

But oh god, tropes, I have them. Oh, this is such a cliche, but I really like the “character A (let’s call him Dooku) stomping in all upset/hot and bothered/emotionally roiled up which turns into him getting roughly but lovingly topped by Character B (let’s say…. Sifo-Dyas? I don’t know why those names just spring to mind, so weird) who just needs to get him out of his head.” I've written so many versions of that classic. And maybe this is because my own sexual education was exclusively through some very dubiously con fanfic, I notice I tend to write a lot of scenes with discussion of protection and safety language. (And also because *speaking directly into the mic* it's super fucking hot.)

���I also seem to be writing a lot of orgasm control these days. Go figure.

[unquietspiritao3]

on being a fan of a celebrity with ‘problematic’ relationships

This topic is often on my mind, brought to the forefront again and again by seeing conversations among my friends about so-and-so being friends with such-and-such person-who-holds-bad/problematic-beliefs, and what that says about them. I rarely want to interject my point of view directly into those discussions, because there’s so much nuance and complexity in each case that it seems either inappropriate or too difficult to fully explain my position without causing unwanted offense. So I’m going to write it out here, instead, in a general way that can apply to many different situations.

Obviously, this is a huuugge topic that goes far beyond fandom into how we should behave in society—a society that is increasingly polarized—as a whole. It’s impossible for me to cover all the background information needed in one short essay. If you want to learn more, I encourage you to look up scientific studies about how to change minds and stop the slide into radicalization that we currently face. There’s plenty out there.

I also want to be clear, there is a line between being friends/partners with someone despite them holding beliefs you disagree with, and taking it a step further into excusing problematic behavior that comes from those beliefs. It is possible for anyone, including celebrities, to do the former without the latter. We should of course continue to hold celebrities accountable for harm they’ve directly caused.

We should also keep in mind that we don’t know the full context of these celebrities’ relationships or how they might be privately approaching divisive issues with the people in their lives. As always, my rule is to assume positive intentions and extend compassion on all sides.

(This includes compassion towards ourselves, of course. I understand how difficult it can be, when your own safety is threatened by a belief system, to be willing—or even able—to assume positive intentions. Taking a step back for a time to protect your own emotional health is okay.)

With all those disclaimers out of the way…

My view, and the view of everyone who has scientifically studied the prevention of radicalization and extremism, is simply this: The first step to changing someone’s beliefs is empathy.

Turning our backs on those we disagree with—refusing to be in personal relationships with them or even speak to them—only pushes them further away. It only makes them more entrenched in the belief system we are fighting. Social isolation and echo-chambers lead to deeper divisions, more anger, more violence. Reaching out with true empathy and a desire to understand one another allows a softening of defensive postures that opens minds to different points of view.

By extension of this principle, I strongly believe that the only way out of our current disaster of a society is normalizing and encouraging close, personal relationships across the lines that divide us. Yet every day, I see us going in the opposite direction: judging people by who their friends are. Now, to be seen as ‘unproblematic’, you must not only hold the ‘correct’ views yourself, but you must cut off anyone in your life who might disagree, even if you care deeply about them and know they could change their mind, given a bit of patience and understanding.

This isn’t the way forward, and it certainly isn’t the kind of society I want to be in.

[ntenvs3000w24]

05: The ways nature has impacted me? (free prompt)

I believe that spending time in nature offers numerous physical, mental, and emotional benefits. During the summer, I have complete access to nature trails and may spend countless hours outdoors. There may be obstacles such as weather and restricted access to these areas in the winter for our own safety. During the academic year, I attributed my lack of drive to a lack of time spent outside. I find that when I lose motivation, my other positive behaviours fall out of sync. I spend less time exercising, my dietary intake becomes more unhealthy, my sleep schedule becomes disorganized, and I feel inconsistent.  

This year, I decided to take control of my winter, knowing that these changes usually occur during this time of year. I wanted to find strategies to maintain a balanced diet, get enough and high-quality sleep, and have a regular gym regimen while also attending school and maintaining good grades. So I'd like to share some changes I made to my routine to ensure improved habits. 

My first major shift was to devote 30-60 minutes every day to outside activities. Now, I cannot say that I do this every day without fail, but I have been able to do so at least 5 days per week. It helps me to organize my thoughts without having to focus on schoolwork. During this period, I would either softly jog to get some physical activity in or take a walk along the trails in my neighbourhood. I would listen to a podcast, whether it was about amusement, learning, motivation, or self-discipline, to help pass the time. I believe this helped me relieve some of my tension and allowed me to unplug from school.

As we discussed several times throughout the course, the nature trails within the Aboretum made incorporating this practice into my day a breeze. After class, before leaving for home, I take a little walk through the Aboretum to reorganize after a few hours of classes. I sometimes have friends join me, which makes it much more pleasurable because we spend the most of our time on campus together studying. If you don't already, I recommend using the Arboretum to break up your day and get your mind off of school.

I also told myself this year that I would keep a consistent sleep routine. To ensure that I am properly refreshed, I try to get at least 8 hours of sleep each night. Again, are there times when I don't get a complete 8 hours? Of course. However, for the most part, I have been able to prioritize my personal health over academics, and I no longer have to pull all-nighters to complete projects. This has not only allowed me to be properly rested, but it has also taught me how to better manage my time during the day, decrease screen time, and focus on the tasks at hand. 

As a fellow student, I understand how tough it is to maintain healthy habits when there are so many assignments due each week, but it is critical that we remember to take care of ourselves. You may even discover that prioritizing your personal health during the school year has an impact on your academic performance. Can any of you think of a moment when you implemented new habits and saw improvements in your daily life?

[cherrysweather]

Hello! How are you? So, I have a request. Can you write about a scenario where Trucy gets bullied badly, LIKE EXTREMELY BADLY. But then, her S/O saves her from the bullies. Any format is allowed! And yes, thank you for reading!!!

Hello hello uwu

I'm fine? I think?

I hope you're doing well though ^^

Thank you for requesting and, let me give you a hug ;v;

It was so sad writing this because thinking about Trucy getting bullied hurts me TvT This is short and I'm sorry for it, but I really didn't know what to write and this work caused me to lose imagination more than once to write in general, I'm so very sorry

So, I hope I've written all the emotion well; I hope you'll enjoy! <3 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Trucy Wright is saved from bullies by her S/O:

It was always like this.

It didn't matter if it was during breaks between school lessons, on her way home, during her shows rehearsals or her live ones, Trucy was never alone - in the worst way possible.

Spoiled, fraud, naïve, delusional - she was called like this and more so many times a day that her mind sometimes forgot her name.

It started when some of her classmates asked her to show them some magic tricks, complimenting her hard work in everything she was doing.

Of course, some people didn't like that -call them jealous, ignorant, stupid or just disrespectful- and started to bother Trucy, mocking every achievement she conquered.

What she thought and hoped would last for some time, took a regular seat in her life instead; if she answered correctly to an answer she was a nerd, then a loser if she failed a test, an attention-seeker if she talked to someone from another class, anti-social if she didn't.

Wrong or right, everything she did was scolded, they always highlighted the worst aspect of it.

Trucy learned when she was a child how to handle the kinds of emotions that these events made her feel, how to bottle them up and keep a smile for everyone around her and to try and convince herself that she was strong, she could do it on her own.

That's why no one ever noticed.

Phoenix was the only one who immediately noticed how her daughter would isolate herself even when Apollo and Athena were with them at the office, but when he tried to talk to her about it, she just smiled and told him she was fine apart from some school stress.

He didn't want to play the part of the invasive father, the one who asked and asked until the answers he wanted reached his ears, so he asked someone he knew Trucy trusted as much as she trusted him.

Of course, they noticed too. How she slowly stopped to tell them how her day went on their way home, how she stopped bringing her favorite deck of cards to show them some new tricks and many other small things that made Trucy the bubbly girl she was.

They talked to her, making her realize that she had to react and show those bullies that whatever they said or did didn't touch her. She didn't have to become like them, envious, mischievous or evil; ignore them, ask her friends for support and always opt for a smile. They remained close to her while she tried to do that, waiting for her after school if they finished earlier their own lessons and always checked on her mood and health.

And, it worked, actually.

They stopped talking badly about her, thanks also to the other classmates who started to call them out, they stopped ripping her books after a teacher yelled at them and a very menacing blue lawyer glared at their group with death in his eyes each time he came to pick up his daughter.

"You think you're strong?" "You always need someone else to cover your back" "It's easy to say you hold shows in theaters when others do all the work for you"

Her blurred vision didn't help at all while she searched for her safety contact to ask for help; she was walking back home with unrequired company- like always.

This time, she understood quickly that a smile wouldn't help that much after a kick hit her legs. When they grabbed her backpack, arms or clothes, she pushed them away, not being able to hit them in any kind of way. That was until she felt her scalp burn and almost fell backward, wiggling from the grip she hit someone's leg; that triggered, however, a pull to her hair that made her back meet with a wall.

The only thing she felt after a while was air being pulled out from her lungs as someone pulled her scarf tightly around her slim neck. She closed her eyes and continued to push them away, free herself and avoid visible bruises. How would she explain that to Phoenix afterward.

They waited for Trucy outside her school; she told them that Phoenix invited them for lunch with Maya, Apollo and Athena, so they hurried up once classes finished and waited. They realized Trucy probably forgot when just the staff remained inside the building, so they started walking towards Phoenix's house.

That's when their blood started to boil; it took a few meters ahead to spot Trucy's cape and the same individuals she talked about these last weeks, and what helped recognize them was the rather unfriendly way they were treating her.

Trucy regained the courage to open her eyes again when she heard that familiar voice screaming against her bullies, pushing them away and finally freeing her neck from the grip of her scarf. No one there knew how they resisted beating them on the spot, calling them every possible way to make them feel as bad as they made Trucy feel, if not worse; to remind them of what they really were, how insignificant and vile.

They didn't even wait for them to go away, pulling Trucy away, somewhere safer to try and soothe her, speak to her; but that wasn't the ideal moment. Trucy slowly calmed down from the shock, but did not utter a word.

Once home, she just closed her in the bathroom, processing what just happened in the silence. Useless to say that once Phoenix learned everything, he knocked on the door softly, trying to get his daughter out of there and talk, doing his best to suppress his anger.

For once, hearing someone cry his lungs out was a positive sign; Trucy finally found the courage to let herself go, let off all the steam inside her while torturing her father's shirt and almost attempting to merge with his chest.

They waited, already thinking of ways to pay back those bullies as they deserved. When Trucy finished explaining the full situation, she gave herself a break, washing her face and dragging them to her room; lunch could wait.

She occupied her bed and used them as her pillow; her sobs could still be heard from time to time, her grip on the pillow was more than strong, so it was their hug on her. Only when her breath stabilized and she fell asleep they could relax, too. The gentle strokes on her hair didn't stop and they patiently waited for her times of recover to then find all together a solution.

Even though, Phoenix was already filling in the documents for a legal complaint for every one of those being.

[trending-makeupcourses]

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[quadrant-query]

what do you think are the biggest warning signs a relationships gonna fall apart...? for each quadrant. - 🔧

This is a really good and also complicated question. Obviously, the exact answer is going to be different for every relationship and every troll. If you feel like your relationship is falling apart, or isn’t what it used to be, you’re probably right. (Though generally, a good amount of communication and work can remedy most situations).

As for actual signs: Firstly, a loss of trust in your quadrantmate. I mean true, deep trust; trust in another troll to not be a genuine danger to your life, health, and safety. That goes for every quadrant. If you let someone close enough to be in one of your quadrants, you had better trust them with your life!

The specifics are a little different between each quadrant though obviously.

For matespritship, I would say if you're not having fun with them anymore, if everything feels frustrating and stuck, and not in a vacillation way. You feel like they don't give you the attention you desire. They're less affectionate, they don't enjoy spending time with you, and they don't put in effort to communicate with you or even really show their pity.

When it comes to kismesissitude, it's actually much the same; you or the other person is bored, is not feeling challenged, is not finding the relationship fun or exciting anymore. Perhaps your spade spends their time doing completely inane things like sending mind game anon hate to a Grumblr blog of all fucking things, like some especially pathetic people I could mention. With this quadrant, obviously it's possible that shit that bothers you can only add fuel to your caliginous fire; but if you start feeling bored, like perhaps you're better than them or that they're so much better than you you might as well not try, that's a bad sign indeed.

Moirallegiance, I would say secret-keeping. Or at least secret-keeping to the degree that it's hampering your ability to even help them with their life. Your moirail should be the person you trust above all else, specifically with your own matters; if you can't give them that info so they can help work out the kinks and untangle it, well then you might as well not be moirails. If they're only working with a small piece of the puzzle they might as well not be working at all. Of course, this like everything else can be solved with communication; or if it's a special case where only one thing must be kept secret, a moirail should generally know you enough to be able to work around that one thing and figure out how to help you regardless.

Ashen mediation, of course, has many many ways it can fall apart due to it having more people than the average quadrant; it's also often a short-term relationship as one of the three people's feelings might change. I would say the biggest sign is if one of you seems no longer interested or is avoiding the group, that's for sure a sign of what's to come.

[lumiereandcogsworth]

meant to send this yesterday but I fell asleep so 😈 every now and then I think about how Robert and Giselle's lives would've gone if they hadn't found each other and it had me wondering what you think Adam and Belle's might be? I believe you've mentioned Adam knew he had to eventually marry and have kids, do you think he would've ever come to love them in a weird way, or would he have just stayed distant? and what would happen to Maurice and Belle 👁️👁️

LOOOOOVE THIS QUESTION AAHHH.

okay so for belle and maurice. i truly think belle would have stayed in the village, until maurice died. which, not to be BLEAK, but historical evidence dictates that maurice probably would have lived only another like. Maybe ten years. MAYBE. which is so sad i’m sorry!!!!! a beautiful bonus of belle & adam marrying is that both belle and maurice’s qualities of life improve IMMENSELY. they go from poverty to royalty. better food, better hygiene resources, better mental health in general like ?? Thriving. so in the Real post-canon world, fear not. maurice lives longggg and even gets to become a great-grandfather before he goes 💙

BUT OKAY IN THIS AWFUL WORLD?? WHERE MY BELOVEDS DO NOT MEET????? yeah okay so, belle obviously wants to get outta town. we know this. but she really is not going leave maurice behind. they’re so bonded, and she clearly worries about him a lot. she’s like, DISTRAUGHT being at the castle, not because of her own safety, but because her father is home alone!!!! “he’s never been on his own”!!! (which always makes me laugh endearingly a little. like babygirl what do you think he was doing all those years before you were born 😭 he has been on his own PLENTY. but from her perspective i totally understand. he’s the center of her world, he’s never been alone To Her, because he’s always with her!!!!! augh. beloveds.)

ANYWAY, belle and maurice would just continue their lives. i guess in this divergence, maurice just doesn’t get lost on the way to the market? he goes and comes back the next day and things just carry on ? and in this same universe, adam never got cursed of course, but we’ll get into that shortly. so, some years go by. gaston definitely Continues pursuing belle, which is annoying, and i fear he’d get more aggressive, but i could also see him getting bored and moving on. (maybe even moving away 😍🤞 but that’s unlikely since he’s so worshiped here. but maybe people get bored of him too! idk.) regardless, maybe some ten years post the movie point in the timeline, maurice gets sick and slowly fades away. belle’s at his bedside to the very end. maurice is constantly telling her to not fret about him, to go on, go live your life now. forget me. but she, of course, continues caring for him until his last breath. she’s devastated. père robert comforts her and the funeral is small but nice.

after THAT (i can’t believe you just made me write that. biting you for your crimes.) belle grieves for a period of time, but her father’s words keep ringing in her mind. “go live your life, go on, go live.” so she eventually finds the strength to do so. she never loved this village, and this village Certainly never really loved her, but she knew her father felt safest here, so she stayed. but now that his story has ended, perhaps hers can begin. she sells everything she can, including the cottage itself, packs up clothes and books and special trinkets in saddlebags and a rucksack, hugs père robert and madame dupont (the dressmaker) and maybe a few others goodbye, hops on philippe’s back, and takes off.

i don’t think she completely knows where to go. but her heart keeps leading toward paris. she has to see. she has to know where her roots were laid. she has to know what her life was supposed to be like, had her mother lived. she had enough money to get by fairly easily, staying in inns and places along the way. meeting people, learning lots. she eventually lands in paris, and it really is a whole new world. i like to think that she finds her bearings here, somehow. maybe she’s able to get some education, since paris is more progressive than the small towns. MAYBE she gets the chance to open her own book shop. being in the city is a culture shock for her, for SURE, but she’s nothing if not determined to face a challenge.

she probably settles in paris, but definitely saves enough money to take little trips to other towns and cities, as well as maybe even getting to see italy. (MAYBE even getting to board a ship to that “america” place everyone seems so hot and bothered about.) (oh this may be obvious but batb universe is an alternate reality where the french revolution doesn’t happen. i’m not letting my babies get guillotined?? although, in This au, with adam and belle never having met… maybe it still would have. idk🤗) also i do like to think that belle would have met someone in paris and gotten married! i don’t think it was important to her AT ALL, but i can definitely see her having some cute little love story with a nice lad who kept frequenting her book shop. maybe they marry and have a couple kiddos. but also maybe not! i’m a huge fan of spinster!belle as well. and i know she’d kick ass and be content as one. (though i knoooow she longs for romance. so i’ll give her the cute bookshop guy. as a treat ❤️)

WELL WELL WELL… let’s check in with the local bitchass prince. shall we?

okay so. SO. yeah, adam never being cursed, never given an opportunity for change… he just fully becomes his father. the council was getting progressively more annoyed with him about not marrying someone, and i think within a year or two, they push on him some other laws that are like hey if you Don’t get married you’re actually subject to just fully lose the entire kingdom. you don’t wanna lose your precious ✨Things✨ do you? and adam, groaning like a child, is like “no…😒” so! the council finds some princess from an allied kingdom. i’m being vague on purpose because political history is not my speciality and i also Don’t Super Care. but hey! princess from allied kingdom! hello! adam meets his bride on their wedding day. neither of them are thrilled about it but she’s probably more willing to Do Their Duty than he is.

they get married and she’s pregnant not before too long. i can’t imagine adam feels too much about it. they have a son, (and the whole country collectively sighs in relief) and he’s probably named louis after adam’s father :/ or maybe antoine after his grandfather. anyway. gahhhh this is so tough to watch.

okay but the thing is, even if adam doesn’t feel AS connected to his son here, i still know that he’s not going to be harsh with him the way louis was with him. the reason he didn’t want to have children is because he knew how his father treated him was Wrong, but he had no idea how to be gentle either. his wife can see that he Wants to know what to do with their son, but he just doesn’t have the skills and tools. and unfortunately, his wife doesn’t really understand him enough to get through to him. he rejects any kind of emotional vulnerability with her. so, to ensure he doesn’t Harm the boy, adam is just absent a lot. he spends more and more time in paris and versailles. he has mistresses and still finds ways to indulge. he DOES his king duties but only precisely what he needs to do, nothing more.

he comes back every now and then to still “be around” and such. he and his wife probably have a few more children over time. they have daughters and sons. princesses and princes. he knows what to do with them even less when they’re children, not having ANY idea how to interact with children, and not having the complete love & care for them to even try. he’s not cruel or hateful toward them, he’s just. not emotionally present. they’re not afraid of him, they just don’t feel anything from him. it’s much of the same with his wife (unless she tries to Talk about anything too personal. then he’s vicious and argues angrily. they can sometimes talk about work subjects if he’s in a good mood (though that’s boring) and they may even have some intellectual talks too ! she’s educated and he does appreciate that in her. but overall they’re just never super close because she doesn’t get him and he never tries to get her.)

his sons go to boarding school and university to be educated young men, his daughters are taught by governesses and go to finishing school to be fine young ladies.

adam is just :/ depressed. and I’M DEPRESSED WRITING THIS!!!!!! BITING YOU AGAIN!!!! but anyway yeah he’s just kind of :// going through the motions. i know there’s another universe where he becomes just as cruel as his father was, but i really can’t bear the thought. (and that world i presented also assumes that his wife would be a nice person, willing to endure him for their duty. there’s also a world where she’s just as awful and it’s even messier than we could possibly imagine!!!) but the fact is, adam DOES have good in him. we KNOW he does. and maybe he doesn’t end up finding a soulmate to help him fully bring it out, but i Know him and i KNOW that having a partner who is at least kind to him, and having children, Would be able to shift something in him just a bit. just enough not to be cruel to them… even if he never finds the skills to be fully loving with them 😭

[super-secret-turtle]

~ Hidden behind unspoken words ~

Today it had already been 10 years since that day. The day he got his freedom back and took hers away. His ears lowered as he looked at the calendar. 10 years ago today, the girl who saved his life mutated due to his actions. He had waited for the right moment to tell her he was still alive, but he had never found the courage to face her. He had hurt others to ensure her safety… That was something he was sure she wouldn't approve of. But he wouldn't have done it differently, what else should he have done?

She already worked at the zoo before her mutation and decided to continue doing so afterward. That would have taken her some time, to return to society. But she had a strong personality and had adjusted herself very well. He was impressed, proud even.

When she started working at the zoo again he decided to buy the zoo. Not only so that he could guarantee her safety, but also to have insight and control over the care and health of his own 'family'.

Some of the fellow mutants who had been trapped now had a life of their own. Secret traveled around and Shadow kept Silver company. His old character and habits were still there though… Only time would tell when he would get into trouble… so far he had gotten away with a lot.

When they were free and had rediscovered New York. Dameon had told the brothers about their other brother, Sky. He had known about him but never told them about him. Sky had a good life at the zoo and was adopted by the zoo owners as their son. It had been hard to tell them their brother had had a good life while they suffered.

Sky had been in an accident when he was little, which was actually the reason he was never found by 'those people'.

So now everyone has found their place in society. Dameon himself too, was a doctor for mutants and sometimes helped out at a vet he had befriended at his animal clinic. They learned a lot from each other that way. He was an esteemed scientist as well. Even though he was appreciated he tried to keep a low profile. Of course, he regularly visited his own zoo, usually on days when he knew she wouldn't be there. Of course, he wouldn't take any risks and would be there with a different appearance. In the years that he was 'their' property, he had actually obtained his diploma as a doctor, but not as a mutant but as a human. He had created a special watch that injected a special mutagen that temporarily made him human. He hated it, it was painful and he was afraid of being human. Especially because he received such different reactions that he was afraid he would no longer want to return to his own self. He still used this watch to visit the zoo and as the owner of the zoo, this was the face that would be known. He had two lives but used the second as little as possible. No one would know about his two faces except his friend Vet.

Yesterday he made a decision;

There he stood in front of the mailbox. He briefly looks at the letter in his hands. The envelope was light brown with a purple wax seal in the shape of a predator paw print. He placed it on his chest and let out a sigh. Quickly he put it in the slot and continued on his way to the park. Tomorrow it would be 10 years… that was a long time… He no longer wanted to regret the things he hadn't done.

The Letter:

Every time I see you Or I hear you my heart skip a beat And my mind overheats. I'm frozen cold because the words buried in my soul can never be told. The sight of you makes my heart sing, I glow from within.

The love in my heart burns for you It is forever paralysed as it will never come true. As the sun shines in the sky, my love for you will never die. As the rainfalls my heart will always call. As the soul never grows old, this love will stand bold. As the sudden sigh of relief from the storm, I will always be dazzled by your charm. When skies are grey, like a hawk I will watch over my prey. When skies are blue, though love may find you, My heart still stays true. You're the one who has my heart and always do. Like a cloud in the mist, you don't know my love exist But it's okay because my love won't go away.

Sky wasn't aware of this day, to him it was just a normal poop-scooping day. Sky was the kind of turtle who was a bit clumsy making new friends so he didn't have that many, which bothered him. He was actually very nice, but his height and appearance made him insecure. Since the accident when he was little, he had lost an eye. So for a long time, he also had to walk with an eye patch which made him even more insecure. A few years ago he met Dameon, one of the zoo animals that turned out to be mutated. Sky knew nothing about this girl, he would just keep an extra eye on the zoo in exchange for a bionic eye. This meant that he did an extra round in the evening to make sure there were no strange people poking around the zoo, which never happened and made the task quite boring. He also wasn't allowed to tell anyone about him. He didn't really understand why, he was good-looking. But considering he would be getting this expensive eye for free he decided not to ask about it any further.

Most of the time Sky worked alone while listening to music. Of course, there were parties and work opportunities with lectures and such. But he always found it difficult to fit in anywhere. In his spare time, he could usually be found with his gaming consoles. Online, no one could tell who he was making him much less awkward. He even met a cute girl online who was a daring opponent and teammate.

Almost every night around the same time he would play games with her, they often laughed and joked sometimes even watching a new movie together. Yet, all of that would be online. Strangely enough, they knew little about each other. He didn't dare to ask personal questions for fear of the same question being asked back. Despite that, he enjoyed her company very much. It gave him a warm feeling and he often went to bed way too late…

Yet something was missing… he craved physical touch. Of course, he had also gotten to know his brothers and did his utmost to build a bond with them. Shadow was the loosest, but also the hardest to deal with. Shadow had a knack for making situations uncomfortable, especially for Sky. Shadow was skilled with words and with women.

This evening would be the same. He had his snacks and drinks ready and was sitting comfortably in his bean bag with headphones and a microphone ready. It was Friday evening so that meant an extra long game night. His eyes sparkled when he saw the green ball behind her gamer name, indicating she was online.

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