#readyin

[secondhandmckie]

// me, booping sensibly: only one or two, don't do too many

@neverfittedin, declaring war (affectionately) -

[gurorori]

grips the sink. i might wanna b a parent

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 22

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation, violence. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

You wake in a sheen of sweat. You can’t remember your dreams but you don’t think that’s the reason. The man beside you, nearly on top of you, has you boiling in your own skin. Lee’s arm is draped over your middle as he nuzzles your shoulder, breath scalding over you as he snores. 

You tingle as the dregs of sleep wash away. The night before sticks in your mind. The same heat that speckles you now reminds you of that which chased you into your sleep. His fingertips, his tongue, his words... He bowls right through every doubt. 

You shift and free your arm from beneath the blankets, trying to cool yourself as you stare up at the ceiling. His low rumble peters out and he presses his lips to your shoulder. He kisses you gently and rubs your stomach, your tank top rolled up to your chest as your panties are somewhere forgotten on the floor. 

“Mornin’, sugar,” he growls as he fondles your tit, “you sleep okay?” 

“Yes, sir,” you answer as you lay stiff as a board. 

“Mmm, how’s about some coffee, huh?” 

“Yes, sir,” you push yourself up on your elbows. You’re overly cautious as you sit up as his touch falls away. 

“Honey... call me honey,” he rolls onto his back and groans, “we’re gon’ be married soon, ain’t we?” 

“Yes... honey,” you make yourself say it aloud. You turn and stand, covering your bottom as you search for your underwear. 

“You’re cute, tryna hide,” he chuckles, “you got the sweetest little rear.” 

You giggle nervously and find the panties. You pull them on quickly and stand straight. There’s no modesty to be had, even if you cling to it. Your nipple point pertly against the white fabric and you don’t miss his leer at your chest. 

“Gonna have to get movin’ soon,” he stretches his arms wide. 

“Moving?” You wonder as you hover by the door. 

“Gonna pick up your dress from the seller on our way,” he explains through a grunt, “then we’re head down to ma’s.” 

“What?” You blink in confusion. 

“Can’t be married all the way up here. Nah, ma would never have it. She’s got everyone comin’ down and she’s readyin’ a nice little arch for us to make our vows beneath. Local preacher says he can come out---” 

“What?” You repeat again. 

“Well, why’re you actin’ so stupid for? We agreed we gon’ get married. Can’t get married without family and...” he sits up and inhales deeply, “you don’t got none, do ya?” 

You wince and hug yourself, “Lee...” 

“Well, it’s that truth but I don’t say that in a mean way. I’m sayin’ you’re gonna have a whole new family and you best get to know ‘em,” he turns his legs over the edge of the bed. You can see his erection jutting up from between his legs. “Ma’s real excited to meet ya. Pa too but he ain’t the sort to say.” 

He stands and yawns, raising his arms up into another stretch. His dick is rigid and bobbing. He peeks over and winks as he wiggles his hips. 

“Get to that coffee before I get the mind to wake myself up another way,” he snarls. 

You don’t need to be told twice. You spin and hurry out. You hear his huff as you do. 

In the kitchen, you put the coffee on. It still feels so strange. You’re barely settled in this place and he’s already talking about you meeting his family. You sway and wring your hands as you think. You’re supposed to be starting a new semester soon, not getting married. Well, you flunked out. You’re a loser. 

You sit down at the table and hold your head. You’re sad. Everything’s changed so much. You don’t know that it was any better before but you were okay. You were just getting through it and eventually you’d find your way. Now everything is so final. 

‘Mew’. The squeaky noise draws you out of your self-pity. You lean over to look at Hickory as he scratches at the leg of the chair. You smile and reach down to scoop him up. 

“Hey, buddy,” you pet his head as he bats at your hand. Wait, what are you going to do with him when you’re gone?  

You can’t help a little laugh as he bares his teeth, as if he’s a fierce lion. You play with him a little longer before your dread gets the worst of you. You put him down and he rubs himself against your ankles. 

You stand up, carefully not to step on him, and go back to the bedroom. You can hear Lee before you enter but you realise too late what’s going on. He hunches over as he sits on the edge of the bed, pumping himself as he grunts and pants. His body tenses as he keeps his eyes squeezed shut and gnashes his teeth around your name. 

You leave, careful not to make a noise, and keep Hickory from running past you. You carry the cat into the kitchen, cradling him on a shoulder as you pour a mug of coffee. You set it aside in wait of Lee and set the cat on the tile. 

You take out eggs and bacon. It sounds like it will be a busy day. That helps, to keep yourself busy. 

When Lee emerges, you try not to squirm. You’re not sure if he knew you caught him but you don’t dare mention it. He takes his coffee and tastes it. 

“Three sugar, like I like,” he praises and comes over to kiss you, a hand on your hip as he smushes his lips to your cheek, “you’re so good to me, blossom.” 

You smile and keep on laying out strips of bacon on the pan. He taps your ass before he backs off. He pauses to bends and scratch Hickory’s ears before he goes to the table. The chair creaks with his weight. 

“So we’ll eat, get cleaned up and packed, and then we’ll hit the road, huh? Exciting. Our first couples’ trip.” 

“Oh, yeah, sounds good,” you utter, “um, Lee, back about... Hickory?” 

“He’ll come along,” he grins as he pokes the cat with his toe. “Be like having a little kid along with us, eh? One day, right, flower? Imagine that, you all big and such with my baby.” 

You drop a strip on the floor and blanch. You look at Lee in shock. The very suggestion of that has you rattled. 

“What?” 

“Well, course, once we’re past the newlywed stage, we’ll be looking to have a real family,” he shrugs, “you’re gonna be a good mama.” 

“But I... I’m still... young?” 

“Now, you are but time goes fast, give it a year and you’ll be begging for me to put a baby in ya,” he chortles, “mm,” he shifts and tugs on the band of his underwear, “now, I like that thought.” 

You gulp and clean up the spoiled piece of bacon. You’re quiet as you don’t want to upset him. Kids? You never saw yourself with any. You don’t know where you expected to end up but that was never part of the vague future awaiting you. 

“How do you want your eggs?” You croak as you swallow down trepidation. 

He sucks his teeth before he answers. You refuse to look at him. If you do, he’ll see right through you. 

“Sunny side up, I think,” he growls, “it’s gonna be a good day, ain’t it?” 

[my-castles-crumbling]

Fourth Chapter - Clandestine

Please see the full AO3 work for disclaimers and the first chapter :)

Thanks to @rohza-is-a-bit-gay, @kwiwrites, @finnslay, @reggie-the-inferi and everyone else who sent me motivation!

CW: Lots of internalized transphobia, dysphoria, fear and paranoia, incorrect binding. Very vague descriptions of bodily functions of a minor, but not in a sexual way at all.

He’d known, long before starting Hogwarts, that he and Sirius would not be in the same house. They were too opposite, too fundamentally different. Sirius was loud and talkative and exuberant. He was quiet and reserved and standoffish. He’d prepared himself for the moment the Sorting Hat would yell out a different house name.

But it still gave him a jolt when it did.

He vaguely saw Sirius cheering for him from the Gryffindor table, and stumbled his way to the other end of the Hall, where the Slytherins sat. His housemates, clad in green, clapped for him. Paranoid, he looked to a few of their faces, searching for confusion or suspicion or even disgust, but he only saw polite smiles or vacant expressions of boredom. He gave an internal sigh of relief, realizing that nobody suspected a thing.

He also was extremely thankful that the last of his cousins, Narcissa, had graduated the previous year. He knew there were children of friends of his family, but nobody he had ever gotten to know closely before, and nobody he’d seen in years. For once, the arrogant elitism of his parents had been beneficial- they’d always gone on about how nobody outside of the family was good enough to befriend their children.

He put on his most neutral and aloof-looking expression, trying not to betray any sense of fear or nervousness, so scared they might be able to sense the secret on him. He reminded himself that as long as he didn’t get too close to anyone, nobody would know. People couldn’t accuse him of being anything if they hardly knew him.

When the Sorting concluded and the feast began, Regulus turned to the other first-years and found himself frozen. Students eagerly ate around him, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. He’d always been pushed to associate with the girls. Should he do what he was used to and strike up a conversation with the sour-looking girl next to him, or try to engage with the tall, black-haired boy across the table? Would the boy know, as soon as he opened his mouth? He should probably just stay quiet.

He swallowed nervously, pulling his lips together, gazing down at the food in front of him. Suddenly, he felt nauseous.

“Mate, you look green,” the boy across from him said around a mouthful of mashed potatoes. “Trying to match with the house? You know they give us ties for that, right?”

“Crouch, don’t be a jerk,” a fair-haired boy next to the tall one admonished with an eye roll, elbowing his counterpart. Regulus recognized both of them from the boats- the tall one had tried to push the blonde one overboard. “I’m Evan Rosier,” he continued. “That prat is Barty Crouch, but his full name is Bartemius and you should definitely use it against him.”

Regulus snorted at this, his stomach easing slightly. They didn’t seem to suspect. “Regulus Black,” he murmured, unsmiling. He looked Barty up and down, spotting the food he had spilled on himself. “Are you planning on eating your food or just decorating your uniform with it?”

He pulled his lips together in immediate regret, a bit nervous that this was going too far. His instinct was to defend, to be the one to hurt and throw punches, so as to not be the one left blindsided.

But Barty let out a laugh and said, “I’m saving it for later, Reg. Don’t wake me up in the middle of the night when you’re hungry.”

Regulus gave a shocked chuckle, and realized with a start that these would be the boys he would be sharing a dorm with. He found that the thought eased his anxiety a little more.

-

“Mister Black, a word?”

The voice of Professor McGonagall rang clearly across the line of Slytherin first years, all readying themselves to follow the Prefect to their dormitories.

Regulus didn’t turn right away.

He was used to Sirius being Mister Black, or even his father.

So it took Evan’s helpful elbow to the ribs to remind him that he was also Mister Black.

“Ow—oh! Erm, yes, Professor?” he turned, reddening a bit.

“A word, Mister Black,” the professor repeated sternly.

He had a feeling he knew what the topic of conversation would be, but he still felt defensive, as if he was already in trouble. Barty’s whisper of, “Reg, how’d you already get in trouble?” Didn’t help.

He followed McGonagall, trying to keep his stoic expression from earlier.

She tried to make conversation as they walked, but his anxiety about possibly being in trouble, the anticipation and nerves surrounding sharing a room with Evan and Barty, and the tight itchiness of the bandages around his chest all made him feel a bit irritable. When McGonagall asked him how he found Hogwarts, all he could manage was, “Fine, thank you,” trying to fight the urge to pull at one particular part of the bandage that was practically digging into his rib.

When they arrived at what he figured was McGonagall’s office, he wasn’t shocked to see Sirius waiting there.

“Alright, Reggie?” he asked with a smile.

He couldn’t help but relax a bit, seeing Sirius there. He was like a safe harbor in a huge ocean of newness and possible threats.

“Alright,” he murmured, meeting Sirius’s eyes. He almost wished he had been sorted into Gryffindor, so he could join his brother in their shared Common Room, perhaps play a game of Exploding Snap. He always relished in beating Sirius at anything.

“Alright, boys,” McGonagall said, gesturing for Regulus to sit down as she sat at her desk. “As Deputy Headmistress, I wanted to check in with you, Regulus, about your needs here at Hogwarts. We know you have a unique situation, and we want to make sure you are comfortable. Normally we would have this meeting alone, but Sirius, here, has been quite insistent and proactive about making sure you are taken care of, so I invited him here to sit in, if that is alright with you?”

Regulus nodded, sorting through his emotions. He started with the most basic question. “Erm..you know?”

“Yes, Mister Black,” McGonagall said simply. “Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Slughorn- the Slytherin Head of House, and Madame Pomphrey- the matron at the Hospital Wing, all know, as they are directly responsible for your care.”

Regulus digested this information. McGonagall was old, and he knew from Sirius that she was very strict, with high expectations. Was she similar to his parents? What must she be thinking of him right now? Would it affect his grades? He’d been hoping that, since his letter had been addressed to Mister R. Black, they all just assumed he was, well, a normal boy, and he could hide it from everyone. He felt his stomach turn to lead again.

McGonagall seemed to correctly interpret his silence. “Let me assure you, Mister Black, that all of the adults here that are aware of your situation are here to make you feel safe and comfortable. However that might be.” Her voice was far softer than before.

Sirius gave a noise of satisfaction from the chair next to him.

“Thank you,” Regulus murmured, relief flooding through him, finally meeting her eyes.

-

Sharing a room and bathroom with Barty and Evan wasn’t so bad at first. For the first few weeks, all of the boys changed in the bathroom, slept in pajama pants and shirts, and were generally shy around each other when it came to bodies.

However, as the days went on and they became more comfortable around each other, Barty and Evan both eased up a bit. It became normal for Barty to sleep without a shirt on, and Evan frequently just changed in front of his wardrobe, too tired and grumpy in the mornings to walk to the bathroom.

Regulus felt the paranoia again set in when Barty commented on it one day, when the fire was going in their room and Barty and Evan had long ago stripped off their shirts while Regulus sat resolutely with both his shirt and sweater on. “Wassamatter, Reg? Don’t want to show us the goods?” Barty had said lazily, hanging his head upside-down on his bed.

But Regulus had just snarked back, “I’d hate for you to die of jealousy, Crouch,” before pulling shut his curtains.

Thankfully, Barty and Evan both took Regulus’s anxiety-provoked mood swings in stride, and found his biting sarcasm funny. Evan’s laugh at that particular comment, muffled but still distinct, sounded through the thick curtains of Regulus’s bed.

They seemed to accept that Regulus was just shy, and for that, he was grateful.

-

He befriended two girls as well, and at first, he found himself almost more nervous to be around them. Would they be able to sense, innately, someone who was…built like them? But Dorcas Meadowes and Pandora Rosier seemed to accept him shockingly quickly.

Dorcas was a year older, and had befriended them one day during breakfast when she’d made a snarky comment at someone in her year for being a “bigoted arse.” Barty and Evan had both snorted out their tea and invited her to sit with them. Soon, Dorcas was an integral part of their little group- all fiery confidence and witty comebacks, but with equal levels of loyalty and warmth for the people she considered herself close to.

Pandora, Evan’s twin in Ravenclaw, also joined their group, becoming an ‘honorary Slytherin,’ according to Dorcas. More often than not, she ate meals at the Slytherin table, spent her evenings in the Slytherin Common Room, and even slept on the floor in the boys’ dorm. Unlike any of the others, she was much softer and inherently selfless, and lacked the crass sense of humor and sarcastic nature the others had in abundance. However, when ganged up on, she’d still come up with a few clever retorts that had left Regulus almost smiling, which was a difficult thing to do. Pandora was also the person out of the group that somehow both felt the safest and the most risky, because she was the most likely to give affection and compliments, but also the one who seemed to know secrets about the others before they even knew themselves. It was a bit unsettling.

But before long, he felt himself growing comfortable. Comfortable in a way he had never been in his family home. At Hogwarts, he was referred to as Regulus, was not scoffed at for his short hair or pants. He could use the boys bathroom without a second glance, and even started to get used to responding to his name, to Professors who would admonish himself, Barty, and Evan for whispering in the back of class with a “Boys! Pay attention!” He found he loved his studies, much to the amusement of his dorm mates, and excelled in many of his classes. He had always been intelligent, and now that he was not distracted by stomach aches and nausea, he could really focus on learning. The nauseous feelings he used to get when looking at his old self in the mirror seemed more like memories than reality. He was living.

-

He’d been sore lately, both in his chest and a little in his lower stomach. He’d been avoiding saying anything, instead trying to ignore the problem, just wanting to just enjoy his lessons.

However, sometimes, it was too much. Sometimes he could hardly breathe, his chest hurt so bad, and the only relief came from removing his bandages. He considered doing this during the day, but he had been developing more, lately, and he felt sick just thinking about it.

That morning, he had pulled the bandages even tighter than usual, fighting to flatten his body, ignoring the aching pain. But it became too much, and by lunch, he was gasping when he moved the wrong way, clutching at his front.

Sirius noticed.

They hadn’t been spending a ton of time together- Sirius had his friends, his homework, and far too many detentions for things Regulus couldn’t even keep track of. Regulus had his own friends, and his own schoolwork to manage. Regulus found that, though Sirius’s friends were nice enough and welcoming, he preferred to spend time with his own friends- they were more like him (sarcastic and quiet) and he felt more comfortable. Plus, he always got all weird and sweaty around Potter, and it was easier to just ignore him, even though Barty remarked that Regulus stared a bit too often at the Gryffindor.

So he and Sirius had gotten into the habit of meeting at least once a week for a fly around the Quidditch Pitch. One of the only things they’d always had in common was their shared love of flying. Though Sirius had never expressed an interest in actually playing Quidditch on the school team (he would probably rather die than get up early for practice), they both enjoyed the feeling of being up in the air, the freedom that went with it. Regulus, of course, did want to be on the Quidditch Team, though he doubted he’d ever have the confidence to try out.

Their flights were like the times (it felt so long ago now, like in another lifetime) where he used to sneak into Sirius’s room at night, and after trying on Sirius’s clothes they would hide together under the covers and whisper gossip and secrets and things they were afraid to say in the daylight.

Except now, Regulus felt safe enough to talk in the open, albeit a hundred feet off the ground, as he updated Sirius on his life and Sirius did the same. He told Sirius about Barty and Evan and Pandora and Dorcas and how Bary and Ev walked around with no shirts on and how it made him nervous because he couldn’t do the same. And Sirius reminded him that Barty and Evan were idiots and had no idea what was going on, and then complained about how Peter never picked up his shoes off the floor and he was always tripping in the middle of the night.

So that day, as Regulus winced while trying to mount his broom, Sirius must have felt comfortable saying to Regulus, “Reggie, you look like you’ve been punched. Nobody– nobody did anything to you? Because I’ll–”

He interrupted, “No! No, I just…sometimes the bandages hurt, that’s all.”

Sirius looked at him with pity in his eyes. “Reg…we can talk to somebody. I could ask Gideon, or even Madame Pomfrey, if there’s something else–”

“No!” he interrupted again, looking down. “No, I don’t want anyone to know.”

And Sirius sighed. “I don’t want you hurting.”

“Better to be hurting on the outside than the inside,” Regulus murmured, taking off into the air before Sirius could respond.

-

He asked Sirius, on one of their flights, if any of his friends knew. He’d shot up in bed one night, realizing that it was probable that Sirius had come to Hogwarts and mentioned his sister. What had he told them?

“Erm, yeah, I mentioned you,” Sirius said, shrugging. “Talked about you more than once. But…I mostly referred to you as Reggie. And I probably only used the word 'sister' once or twice. So when I came back from the holidays last year, I just made sure to…y’know…say brother and he and him. James and Pete aren’t the best listeners, so I think they thought they’d just misheard the first time.”

Regulus let out a breath at that. For some reason, James Potter knowing his secret made him even more uncomfortable than the idea of Barty or Evan or, really, anyone else in the whole entire castle. “And Lupin?”

Sirius moved on his broom uncomfortably. “He’s…a bit more observant. He gave me a weird look, but he didn’t say anything out loud. Reg, he’s good at keeping secrets, trust me. If he knows, he’s not saying anything.”

The way Sirius spoke was so genuine that Regulus believed him.

-

He saw people looking at him, sometimes.

It was difficult to not quickly assume that it was because they knew.

He tried to convince himself that he was being paranoid.

Older students would stare, and he would remind himself that he was related to Sirius. Sirius was popular and obnoxious and impossible to ignore. He was just…stared at by association.

But there was one that looked at him more than most.

Pandora sometimes gave him looks like she knew he was hiding something. He’d do or say something, something he swore was nonchalant, but Pandora would look at him like she was seeingthrough him.

It was scary, to know that she might know. Because one word from her, and everything he’d built over the past three months would come crumbling down.

-

It actually turned out to be incredibly lucky that she knew, though.

Because one day in early December, the pain Regulus had been feeling in his abdomen returned. Lower, now, almost centralized to around four inches below his belly button. He awoke with a gasp, as it felt like a small knife was stabbing into him, and his whole lower stomach clenched.

He sat through breakfast, pale-faced and not eating, ignoring the urging from Dorcas to go to the Hospital Wing. What would he say? Oh, I’m having pains in a place that I like to pretend doesn’t exist...? No. Just give me a pain potion, please don’t examine me, I can’t bear to even have a Mediwitch see that, it would make me sick...?

And Pandora just quietly looked at him, her eyes full of both concern and understanding, as if there was something she knew that she wasn’t saying to him.

When they got up for Transfiguration, she pulled Regulus to the side. “Walk with me,” she whispered.

A small ask, but a difficult feat, as it currently hurt to stand up straight. But he nodded and allowed her to pull him away from the others. She guided him all the way to a hidden alcove, dropping his hand and picking up her bag. She fished around in it for a minute before holding out a small, vibrantly-wrapped flat square. His stomach turned to lead.

“Reg, you need this,” she whispered, placing the item in his hand, wrapping both of her hands around his.

His mouth went dry. His stomach lurched. He knew what the object was, and what it implied. He wanted to protest, to run, to scream, but he couldn’t find the words. “No,” he whispered instead.

“You look terrible. You’re cramping, right?” Pandora asked softly, not allowing him to deny what she already seemed to know.

He tried anyways, of course, attempting a scoff and a frown, but instead just stuttering, “N–No, I–”

“I always hurt the worst on the first day. Like someone shoved a cactus in me,” she said bluntly.

But the description was accurate, and Regulus almost teared up at it, but he held his composure. Instead, he did nothing.

“Is it the first time, Reg?” Pandora continued, her voice soothing and kind.

Well, fucking shit, never mind about the composure.

Why was this happening? Why did this have to happen now? To him? After he'd finally made friends and a new start! Why couldn't he just have a body that didn't betray him? And for it to be happening in front of one of his new friends, one of the few people who had only known him as Regulus, who had accepted him as a boy...it was devastating.

He took a shuddering breath and one single tear spilled from his eye as he nodded, terrified about how Pandora would react.

But she only grabbed his hand more firmly. Her hand felt so comforting around his.

“C’mon then,” Pandora urged with a kind smile, pulling him along.

And ten minutes later, sitting in his empty dorm room while Pandora patiently explained how to use the things she gave him, he finally found his voice. He asked, more defensively than he meant to, “You don’t hate me? Find me disgusting? Want to tell the whole school?”

She gave him an incredulous look. “For what? Getting your per-”

“For…for this!” He exclaimed gesturing first at the colorfully wrapped things on his bed, then at himself.

And Pandora uncharacteristically rolled her eyes. “Wow, I guess boys get dramatic during their time of the month, too, huh?”

And Regulus actually laughed out loud at that.

Read the work in progress here! VVV

[stringsnwires]

Did ya see Ms.P's post about you and the gang?

How do you feel about Ms.P?

Ain't seen it! I'll pay a visit after some coffee.

I love Miss P. She's a sweet thing that's more of a backbone than any one of us. She's also damn smart. Do ya know any other person that ain't the Doctor who can wrangle the nine of us into whatever she's got goin' on? She's got a great deal of respect from us. I ain't never spend much time around her during the holiday parties... Fault of my own. The other boys tend to pull me aside and I'm readyin' food pretty much all the time otherwise. I sure do hope she comes around again every time she leaves. Hard workin ma'am.

[tracktraced]

sleepy as ever... nice breeze outside... i fear i may be readyin' for an outside nap

[meep9898]

"Minerva.. there's something i need to ask you.. it's really important but i know i can trust you.." Will held the chubby techie's hands, before looking around to make sure no one's watching. His tone calm yet concerned and his face serious "..Could you install a DS emulator on my PC? i don't know how and i wanna replay Pokemon platinum."

"That's it? That's all you wanted to say? Umm...Sure. Installing DeSmuME isn't that hard. Should be readyin a few minutes."

At this point, she didn't know what she expected, or if Will was really planning on just asking that or something else taht he chickened himself out of doing. Whatever it was, she could easily fix the DS emulator issue.

"I'm, uh, I'm gonna need my hands for that though."

Will was still holding on to them after all...

[hc-geralt-23]

New Microsoft XDK Console revealed before rumoured summer Xbox releases

[mcphilbrick]

Saturday Tidbits

Courier Tribune12 Dec 1940page 1 Forty-Five of 211 are readyIn the Draft Group Classification Begins to Show Percentage of Men Available The Nemaha county draft board has sent out 340 questionnaires to men registered in this county for the draft. This is a fifth of the total county registration and unless there are orders to the contrary, no more questionnaires will be sent until the first of…

[ahlixavien]

Why Men Pump & Dump? Young Women Look Good But Their Brain Isn't Ready

[helluvaoutlaw]

Striker smirked at her reaction to the blanket, but he kept his tone serious.

"I'll provoke him. Tell him he's a coward if he doesn't come alone."

He said, his voice steady with confidence.

"A demon like him? He won't take kindly to bein' called out like that."

He watched her for a moment longer, then added,

"As for breakfast, don't worry 'bout it. I'll take care of it. You just focus on keepin' that egg safe and readyin' yourself for what's ahead."

From the Ashes

(A closed rp with @helluvaoutlaw)

There was no other choice, no other chance. She had endured it for ten years. The lying, the gaslighting, the attacks on her person from her husband's despicable mother, and all the abuse she endured from him. When it was just her, she could take it. But now there was so much more at stake. The minute she received confirmation, Grand Marquess Phenix of the Ars Goetia had to think of a plan. There was no way she was about to let her child grow up in that environment...never.

She snuck out during her period of isolation, some of her things having been packed by a few trusted members of the palace's staff. Among them were some more casual clothes, two of her mother's journals, her locket ring, and some jewels for her to sell to hopefully fund her new life. She also had some food and water packed, hopefully enough to last her until she settled somewhere. The egg, a brilliant crimson color that shined metallic under the light, was nestled to her chest by way of a wrap, so to keep it warm. Phenix had thought of painting her feathers a different color so she wasn't entirely recognized, but time was of the essence and the night was fading fast. She smuggled herself and her egg out of the palace, and away from the House of Andras to hopefully find something better, or at least somewhere safer...

Phenix knew wrath was the most unlikely place for her to go, most likely the last place Andras would look for her and the egg. She dared to hope nobody else would get hurt because of this, but she needed to worry about herself and the little one she was holding. She knew it was a harsh place, and her supplies could only last so long. Phenix fought off a few of the hunters who tried to come after her, Andras having already set a bounty on her.

But she could only last so long without direction, and with her supplies nearly gone, her strength was fading. The quetzal like demoness held her egg to her chest as she curled up, feeling the the last of her strength leave her. Her bag was close by, still with most of her stuff in it. Phenix put her head to her egg, wanting so badly to sob but knowing she couldn't. But it broke her to know she failed her little one.

At least no one can say she didn't at least try.

"I'm so sorry baby..." she thought, "mama's so...so sorry" her four eyes closed as an oddly peaceful darkness took her mind...

[mrscathfabella]

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[iestyn-crowe]

what do they hate being teased about? are they teased often?

He leaned back in his chair with a creak, putting his boots up on the table with ankles crossed. He thought on the question with a hum, “’At’s a tough one, innit? Only folks ‘at know enough about me ta tease are the crew– an’ I damned well deserve everythin’ they throw at me. I’m not like Em, that lad’ll get buggered over the smallest comment on his height.” His lips spread in a grin.

“S’pose if I ‘ad ta say anythin’ of the like, it’s probably ‘at I’m too soft. If I got an extra few gold in my pocket, why not give it to someone who needs it, ay? ‘Ere’s plenty more out there when yer ‘ands are as sticky as mine.” He winks.

((mentioned: @emerhys-beril))

[operafloozy]

Hey, if you're still looking for someplace to throw money today, can I suggest this GoFundMe? The Red River Women's Clinic needs to move from Fargo, North Dakota across the river to Moorhead, Minnesota (it's literally across the river - Fargo-Moorhead is one metro area). It's an independent clinic that's serving a huge swath of people throughout North Dakota and northwest Minnesota, but North Dakota's trap law will shut them down in thirty days:

[mx-mongoose]

I want to make this clear and I don’t care who I lose for putting my stance, this blog is pro choice, pro abortion and today is a tragedy that will only lead to more tragedies for many. This will not save lives, it will only ruin and murder the ones that belong to people with uteruses. Adults and minors alike. I’m so scared, so angry, depressed, its hard to even process this yet i’m not surprised. I’m lucky I live in California, but I still live in a red county. This is another mile long backwards step for America, along with the Don’t Say Gay bill, Gay/Trans Panic bill and the Anti Trans-Youth Legislation. But there is still hope. Even though it was temporary, we’ve fought for this before AND WON. If we did it once, we can do it again and this time our rights will forever be guaranteed and prioritized.