#so this will give her time to heal (physically) and be helped (mentally and emotionally) before actually moving on to a new adventure

[thefreelanceangel]

Mistake and Wound!

"...all she said was that she needed to say goodbye to a couple of people before heading to the New World."

"Something about leaving a memento behind for two people she loved? I don't know, Michael, I can't read Meli's mind. She looked the same as always. Yes, that means mopey."

"I'm sure we can ask how she's feeling when she comes back."

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on? / wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

Meli feels her life as a Warrior of Light is just... a series of mistakes. Grave mistakes that lead to other people paying the cost. Every friend hurt is another failure on her part, another cut that digs in just... a little too deeply to ever really heal.

She managed it for quite a while, years even. Despite watching the man she loved die, Meli bit down on her pain, embraced her own darkness and forged ahead. Ignoring the gaping emptiness inside her that she'd felt briefly filled, she did what needed to be done.

And then she fell in love again.

Only this time, his death came at her hands.

A necessary evil. She grieved it. Continued grieving silently while celebrating victories with those who fought at her side. Racing from one crisis to another doesn't leave anyone much time to brood over the past.

Until the hurt is torn open again, ripped wide and scoured raw, by facing the long ago echo of what her soul, fragmented as it was, had been missing for centuries. Meli's heart broke beyond repair at that point, and when she finally trudged to the ends of the universe to save what was left...

She woke, alive, after that last battle with her own dark reflection, and wished desperately that she'd never opened her eyes. And yet, even then... Another crisis. Another battle. Another rush of adrenaline to stave off the crumbling weakness hollowing her out from within.

Meli needed those frantic moments to keep herself going. Not the heady joy of combat or exploration, not the burning flicker of hope that she nourished in others, but the pressure of an encroaching deadline, of a deadly trap about to be sprung.

Without them... All she could do was return the pearl earrings she'd treasured to the two men who'd made them meaningful. To the memory of her soul's ancient love, and to the grave of her living self's lost love.

And then seek solace in one last rush.

[jenflirts]

mending my broken heart

pairing: tara carpenter x fem!reader

theme: angst :)

summary: maybe you're the one...

warning: profanities, grammar, no ghostface and cheating

a/n: based on my feelings :) | enjoy.

Falling for someone isn’t for weak people,

Nor being attached,

Nor loving someone.

These are the feelings that will make you mentally and physically weak, just because you would do everything just to have them, just to give them all your attention, love, and hell, even your soul, but why isn’t it for the weak? Well, only emotionally controlled people can survive these challenges. These are the obstacles that we face when we’re in love and this makes us vulnerable.

We’ve always thought that if a partner loves or falls for you it means they’ve accepted your flaws, insecurities, clinginess, stupidity, good days and bad ones, but sometimes don’t you think that they accepted that because they needed too? Out of pity? Or sometimes just to play you cause they’re just bored. I’ve always thought about falling in love and being vulnerable to a person, but then my overthinking mind stops me from doing so.

Yeah, taking from my perspective—a person that’s been played and got attached too many times just because they showed affection—I’ve been hurt so much that I don’t even count how many times that they scarred my heart and still gave them another chance. I did everything I could just not to fall for someone, but I just can’t stop myself ‘cause it feels like an addiction I cannot control. I keep thinking about the past relationships I had and even thought about the times that I let my heart heal and mend it by myself and yet, I keep longing for the wrong people and their fucked up affections.

And then there’s Tara, the girl that makes me feel special, the person that let me believe that love is worth waiting for, and love really does exist. Tara is the type of person that would really make you fall in love with her and not in the bad way, but because she’s the type of girl that you’ll feel comfortable to be around with, rides with your antics, will help you in any possible way, and makes you love your true self.

Tara and I have been dating for almost 2 years and the truth is I’ve fallen deeply in love with her, she already accepted my vulnerability and I accepted hers so there’s really no turning back. I’ve thought about these feelings thoroughly ‘cause I don’t want to hurt her nor she wants to hurt me, I’ve always wanted to feel vulnerable around someone I trust and love the most ‘cause I don’t want to let people see my true facade. Tara saw something in me that people don’t and she’s been helping me to cope up with that.

Everything has been great ever since I dated Tara.

December 09

It's our finals and both of us are stressed out since both of us picked a hard course and I actually want to do something special for her since it’s our anniversary so I’ve prepared dinner, movies and gifts just to surprise her. I went home earlier than she did so I could prepare the things I wanted to give and the words that I wanted to say; Thankfully, Sam and Mindy helped me to do everything.

“Minds? Do you think Tara would like it if I gave her a promise ring on our anniversary?” I asked the girl as we strolled through the jewelry shop. She stopped her tracks and looked at me surprised “A promise ring? Really? Doesn’t that curse relationships?” She asked as she glimpsed the rings.

A promise ring breaks relationships? Now what kind of fuck-mind would believe that. “And where did you get that information? Is it one of those crazies at the uni?” I joked.

“I’m just telling you that rings don't mean forever,” she said. That’s actually true, but I’m not gonna listen to her and Tara deserves a promise that I will love her forever so I picked out the ring and necklace for our anniversary tomorrow.

I helped Tara go inside our apartment and took the blindfold off. She engulfed me into a hug and kisses all over my face. "Tara, we need to eat" I said as I put her down on the floor.

Everything went smoothly and both ended with a promise to love and hold forever.

December 14

The day that feels eerie and gut wrenching, it feels so slow and bothering. "Minds, Tara hasn't texted me for the last few weeks and it's concerning me" I said as I tossed her my phone to check Tara and I's conversation.

"She also hasn't been going home" I added and groaned loudly.

"Yeah, I noticed that. You didn't confront her about this? But I always see her at the uni tho" She said.

Is Tara avoiding me? Did I do something wrong last week? Did she do something wrong? Did something happen that I didn't know? A lot of things suddenly hits me, I thought about everything that I've done last week ago, but nothing really came into my mind.

It's already past midnight and I'm still going on about Tara. I heard the door open and keys tossed on the counter. I went outside and checked if Tara's here or just Mindy wanted to crash by.

"Tara? Baby? Where were you?" I asked as I sat beside her on the living room coach.

"Sam's and did some thinking, so can we talk?" she said.

Why does it feel so suffocating? The way she looks at me feels so different; it feels empty and drained. I nodded and sat in front of her.

"For the last few weeks I've been isolating myself to you and it felt different after what I did. It's been perfect for the last 2 years and I loved every single moment that we've done, but I think we must part our ways and fix ourselves" She cried.

What? Just like that? After 2 fucking years? She's just going to throw it all away? I was too stunned to speak, my brain was spewing out words, but my mouth can't function properly. I felt my eyes stung and tears rolled down on my cheeks.

"So? That's it? Gonna throw away our 2 year relationship out the fucking window like its nothing? Damn Tara, I don't know what to say nor to react" I said as I wiped the tears that keep continuing running down on my cheeks.

She doesn't say anything, but her eyes tells me differently like she's guilty for not telling me the reason why.

"Tara, what's the sudden break-up? what's the reason? 'cause I know for a goddamn fact that it's not about self improvement shits. Tell me so that we could fix it" I assured her

She shook her head no and keeps sobbing uncontrollably. I went to her and wiped her tears; I held her hands, "Love? what happened? tell me so we could fix it" I said as I gently squeeze her hand.

She slowly stopped crying and let me wiped her mascara tear-stains. "It was at Wes's parties and you were studying for your final lesson at that time. Amber snuck me out and helped me unwind by bring me to Wes's parties then I got drunk and I couldn't control myself and so did Chad" she explained.

I couldn't believe it.

The love of my life, cheated.

The girl that I trusted the most, cheated.

I felt my whole world fell apart. It feels like my heart just shuttered into pieces, it feels like there's a new cut to it. I feel betrayed, angry and disappointed all at the same time.

I stood up and went back to my seat and comprehend what just Tara said. I can't do this right now, my mind is all over the place.

"babe? hey? I thought we were gonna fix these" she said

does she really think there's something to be fix? I gave her my everything and this is how she repays me. cheating on me with my other best friend? damn, that's another form of betrayal.

"tara, get out. I can't right now. I just want to be alone for a moment"

She doesn't understand what pain I'm going through right now.

After Tara closed the apartment door, I tried smashing everything so that I could somewhat calm down.

I sat on the living room floor and thought about the things that I have done on why Tara have to do this. Wasn't I enough? Am I that easy to replace? Is our relationship just out of pity? There's so much unanswered questions that I have on my mind, but right now I just want to be alone and mend my broken heart.

I thought she was the one that’s going to help me mend up the open cuts that people leave on my heart, but I would never predict that she was going to leave a big one.

(part 2 of my lovely, jenna is on-going)

[celticcrossanon]

BRF Reading - 21st of November, 2024

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 21st of November, 2024

Question: How is Prince William? (mentally, physically, and emotionally)

Interpretation: Starting to heal after an extremely stressful year

Card One: The Ace of Pentacles in reverse

This was my card for how Prince William is doing mentally.

Aces in reverse are a No, so the first thing I get from this card is that he is not in the best place mentally.

The Ace of Pentacles in reverse can mean scarcity or instability, usually in the area of finance but here we are talking about mental health, so it indicates a - instability is the wrong word, a shakiness? in his mental health - he's not on an even keel, he will be reacting emotionally (cups) rather than practically (pentacles), and little things that did not bother him in the past may now be setting him off. This all comes from being very, very stressed.

Another meaning of the card in reverse is insecurity, again usually in the financial sense, but here it is in the area of mental health. I think he feels very insecure. He has had to face the prospect of losing people he loves in a very real and immediate sense, and that has made him feel uncertain about the future, and now even though the immediate danger to his wife is past it feels as though he hasn't been able to let go of that mode of thinking - as if he still expects the cancer to jump out and take her from him at any moment. There is his father as well, who is still battling cancer, so two main figures in his support network may vanish at any moment, and that does make you feel insecure and uncertain about what the future holds. He will heal (see the underlying energy) but it will take him a while to move away from the mindset of fear into one of cautious hope, and even longer for him to feel that things are back to as normal as they will ever be for the future.

One of the lesser known meanings of the Ace of Pentacles in reverse is not to make decisions about material matters right now - the time is not right. This is not the time to be making choices that will affect you in the future. Hold off, heal and stabilise first, and then make decisions when you have recovered somewhat from the stresses of the past year.

There is a small energy of dislike for the restrictions of his role and being a royal in this card, and an energy of blaming the role for what has happened to Catherine. I think that will balance out once he is able to come down from his stress a little, but at the moment there is an irrational dislike of the trappings of his role in life and a chafing at the restrictions that it puts on him. It's not huge, but it is there, and I think it is exacerbated by the stress of the last year - the last several years, actually. He does not want to lose any more family members and the possibility of that happening is eating away at his peace of mind. I hope he has the sense to go to therapy if this continues, just to get himself sorted out and back on an even keel.

Card Two: Nine of Swords in reverse

This is my card for how Prince William is doing physically.

The Nine of Swords is a card about a release from stress, recovering from a situation, getting help, and the energy of this card is of an overwhelming relief. It is that 'cut the strings' energy when you are finally through a stressful situation and can relax a bit. I think that the physical tension of all the stress he has felt this year has left or is leaving William, and he is moving into the 'puppet with the strings cut' stage of reaction where you just want to rest and do nothing for a week or so, or else have a lot of manic energy to work off. I can see his appetite picking up and him putting some weight back on as his body relaxes and winds down after his year of stress, and I hope that happens. Physically, the worst is behind him, and he just has to give himself some self care to get back to how he was before he was impacted by the events of this year. That includes eating more and doing physical things he enjoys to help let go of some of the tension. I don't think he has given himself ulcers yet but I can see that happening, or something similar, if he doesn't take some time out to consciously look after himself and build himself back up.

Card Three: The King of Swords in reverse

This is my card for how Prince William is doing emotionally

The King of Swords in reverse has the keywords of being irrational, controlling, ruthless, dishonest, powerless, lack of routine etc. I am also getting an energy of repression from this card.

I feel that William is hiding his feeling or repressing his feelings so he can 'be strong' for his wife and his children, and now the immediate danger is over, once he feels more safe, all those feelings are going to well up and need to be dealt with. He may be lying to himself and saying that he is fine when he really isn't. He may be dealing with his anxieties by throwing himself into his work or just keeping himself busy with whatever so he doesn't have to think about what is upsetting him. He may have found it hard to establish and stick to a routine for himself as things kept changing around him. I think that he may have been more volatile than usual during this time, over reacting to things because he doesn't have the emotional reserves to deal with them because all that is going into dealing with the cancer.

I think that he has felt powerless to help his wife (and father) and he doesn't like that there is nothing he can do to protect them - he can't kill the cancer for them so he has to sit by and watch them suffer through the treatment without being able to fix it for them. He may even have become quite controlling and micro-managing at work as a way of coping with this feeling of being powerless.

I think that once things have settled down a bit and he has the space to process things, a tidal wave of emotions are going to rise up and hit him. I hope he sees someone to help him cope with those feelings as he won't want to put them on his wife or his father, and who else does he have to talk things out with?

Underlying Energy: The Star

I was so happy to see this card. The Star is a card of healing, and in this reading it has healing energy pouring off it in great waves. William will heal. Things will settle, he will be able to stabilise his mind and emotions so he is not reacting to things out of stress, and he will heal and recover from this year. It won't be instant, and it might take months to happen, but he will heal. The journey has just started for him and it will come to a successful conclusion.

There is a sense here that William has lost some of his faith and hope in humanity this year. He will regain that, but it will take some time for him to do so, and his optimism will be tempered by a realisation of the bad in humanity as well as the good (e.g. he is not going to forget how people treated his wife and the total lack of decency or basic humanity that they showed towards her).

Conclusion:

William is a bit of a mess right now (poor man). He is starting the journey of healing after a very stressful year. This will involve moving from the very real fear that his wife and father will die and leave him to a more settled mental state where he can react to things calmly and not from a state of tightly-wound stress, taking the rest that he needs physically and then consciously working to get himself back together physically (eg to a healthy weight), and dealing with all the emotions that are waiting for him to have the time and the space to process them. He will heal, he will recover, and he will regain some hope, but it is going to take a while and things will be rocky while he goes through the heal-and-recover process that comes after stressful life events.

Edit: Please note that I am not picking on William in this reading. I am trying to explain how he could have behaved due to being under immense stress for a long period of time, natural behaviours that most people experience in that situation. It is not meant as a put down and I have no intention of being critical of him or anything like that. All comments were made from a factual point of view, not a 'lets pick on William' point of view.

[thedawningofthehour]

hello! I‘m in love with your work!

How would the relationship between Draxum’s mother and Galois be, if they had met?

Also (a bit unrelated) we know Draxum would kill anyone who physically/mentally abused or assaulted Galois! But if Draxum was made to choose, between either Galois regaining his memory (and remembering he is Donatello) or Galois getting badly hurt (or abused/csa‘d) what would he choose?

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Well, leaving out the fact that Galois just wouldn't exist if the deaths of Draxum's parents and sister hadn't happened as they did. And that his parents would be quite old by this point, probably around a thousand, so it's not out of the question that they would have died of old age by now.

But ignoring both those factors, she would have loved him. Basically all the chaos and bad influence of Bella, but completely unhindered by Draxum because she doesn't care if this is his house, she's his mother and she's the boss. She would absolutely encourage him to be his most chaotic self and drive his father crazy. And he'd find her very liberating, with the strict upbringing he would have had. They'd conspire together to set Drax up with Tigerclaw.

Honestly, that holds true for all the boys, and for Bella and Pax too to an extent. Their parents weren't strict, but I see Draxum's mother as being almost manic at times so she would have thrived in her 'crazy grandma' role. His father was much more reserved-he actually would have bonded with Galois more, now that I'm thinking about it, with a lot of their interests Gale now shares with Draxum. Now I'm thinking about Draxum taking care of plants with his son and thinking about how he used to do that with his own father not that long ago.

And, oof, that's a tough one.

Right now, I'd say Draxum would think he'd choose the latter. He'd do anything to keep his son from being hurt, of course, but if he was-Draxum's a healer, he can fix any physical injury and kill whoever's responsible, and then he can be there for his son and help him heal in any way he needs. Emotionally, physically, he'll be whatever Galois needs. They can come back from that. His son would be okay.

If Gale reverts to Donatello, then his son is basically dead. Draxum has no way of repeating the procedure he used, even if he found someone capable of performing the ritual he'd also have to cover up much of the last year and a half, overwrite a lot of the memories that were meddled with the first time, and every complication just drives up the chances of something going wrong and completely frying him. Not to mention Draxum did hurt him, very badly, and if he remembers what Draxum did to him then it's the same mental trauma he'd be getting in the other scenario, with the added emotional baggage of knowing it was Draxum who did it to him. And at the end of it all Draxum wouldn't be able to help, the very memory of Draxum ever helping him would turn to poison in Donnie's head. Gale learning what Draxum did to him would absolutely destroy him, and Draxum knows that. He doesn't want to lose his son, and he also doesn't want his son to have to live with that. It can't hurt him if he never finds out.

I can't really go into what his answer would be post Donnie-return without major spoilers, but Draxum is really going to have to confront how he compartmentalized Galois away from Donatello and how much of his decisions were made out of selfishness. Goatman is going to be doing a lot of thinking in Book 4.

[sailorgundam308]

Being the angst sucker that I am (but also a coward that doesn’t want to feel too depressed about bad endings), I headcanon a lot about the dynamics and end/post game canons for Astarion and Karlach as a couple (no shit!).

I know a lot of people ship Karlach with Dammon. I obviously don’t, but not because I think they don’t fit well together or whatever. I have this thing in my head of how I view Karlach which puts her relationship with Astarion as more realistic, more fulfilling, and more attractive to me (duh).

Dammon as a character is a nice, hard working guy. He’s also crazy handsome, has the hots for Karlach and some mechanics knowledge to be able to help her a bit. So yea, cool. I like him a lot so that’s not it.

BUT.

Just gonna blurt it out: I think Karlach is too fucked up to be with him in the canon universe we have. It’s a similar reason I have for how I see her reaction to the love test in the Circus in Act 3, which I made a post about. Had Karlach never been betrayed by Gortash, had not been irreversibly damaged (in more ways than one) and not been transformed by her 10 years ordeal, Dammon would be the ‘perfect pairing’ for her - a gentle, good hearted, generous and hot piece of ass. Thumbs up.

HOWEVER.

She’s not that girl anymore. She keeps it bottled up, pushes it down and shuts herself to what her trauma did to her and while it’s commendable, imo, it’s not real. She wants it to be so bad because she’s got so little time and is desperately clinging to her life before she started making mistakes (now being back in the Material Plane after so long). If she doesn’t die, though, she won’t keep this up forever. She’s carrying pain, remorse, ANGER, jealousy, self pity. A LOT of it. Much more than she let out in her post-Gortash breakdown. All these are very human emotions, and very understandable in her situation. She also changed, physically, mentally, emotionally. She grew, she learned- and it wasn’t all pretty and nice things. I like the idea that she’s being the most genuine character in the game while ALSO being the one wearing the most impenetrable mask. It’s wild and damn cool to see her through that lens.

Which brings me to Astarion.

He is also wearing a mask, but a much more frail one. He’s cracked. He tells and shows us these ugly emotions, his selfishness and hurt, much more directly than Karlach does. He’s broken, wicked, mean. It’s clear his trauma completely changed him (though I don’t think he was a good guy before it either), and is entrenched into who he is when we meet him - and will continue to be part of him even after he heals.

I think Karlach is attracted to him not in spite of how mean he is - but because of it. I don’t think she’s aware of it, though. She says something about Astarion having a good heart beneath it all - and while he might have something like a better heart inside that can be rescued, he’s not inherently good, nor he was before being turned (nor he wants to be). The dynamic of Karlach using goodness and positivity as a lifeline, as if to counter the decade of (literally) pure evil she’s been forced to endure, while also ‘surprisingly’ getting along so well with Astarion from the start, also being attracted to his wickedness, gives an incredible depth to their relationship. I see not only the idea of Karlach’s kindness, non-judgement and patience being a refuge for Astarion, but Astarion’s grey personality being a refuge where Karlach will be able to let her walls down - show the ugliness bottled up inside - without fear or shame, and knowing it will be completely and utterly understood. Astarion will never judge her for whatever impulses or thoughts she might have, for displays of selfishness, jealousy or violence. Imo, they can even work some of those out together (wink wink, but not only in that way lol). At the same time, I do believe Astarion saw from the first glance he had at Karlach (or in the first couple of days) that she carried a pain much like his. It’s why he respects her, why he is so quick to apologize to her and only to her, why he feels empathy for her suffering while being absolutely cold to the others. She’s the first one who gives him the opportunity of allowing himself to feel safe, to let his guard down if only for a night. His connection with her might be based on a selfish start (it’s about him - she is like him), but it grows to be more complex as they grow closer. I see him slowly falling in love with her as a parallel to him slowly learning to love himself, to forgive himself.

It’s all so beautiful, poetic and layered and shit (wow, me so eloquent).

But in all honesty, that’s all to say, while I think Karlach and Dammon look nice together, I see him as being the person who’d have been the one for her if she was just Karlach Cliffgate. However, she is not. She is Karlach Cliffgate and she is also Karlach Demonsbane - and for that ‘her’, Astarion - with his imperfections, his wicked ways and his darkness - is the one who truly fits her perfectly (or imperfectly, which imo is even better).

Thank you for reading all this rambling. I love rambling and will (can) never stop so good for you :V

AGH I LOVE bittersweet gritty messy romanceeeeeeee (but I wanna give them a better ending than the one in game - though if the patches weren’t broken, it’s improved a bit already)

[starguardianniom]

The Paris Special and Cataclysm

So the special happened right after Destruction ended, so right after Monarch deliberately made Chat Noir use Cataclysm on him so Ladybug could not longer have any leverage on him and escape with the Lucky Charm, dooming himself.

A bit later the same night Claw Noir, while fighting Chat Noir, Cataclysm himself and doesn't seem bothered after letting out a scream. Or the physical pain doesn't even reach the level of emotional pain he feels during that time, who knows.

So Chat Noir has his own father and an evil alternate version of himself who literally had him hurt themselves and he's horrified.

They are willing to hurt each other if it means they can win in the long run, showing their goals have past reached their own wellbeing. It just shows how unhealthy they are mentally and how it poisons their minds.

Cataclysm here seems to be the symbolism of their destructive grief and negative emotions, they let it consume and hurt themselves rather than trying to heal and move on. And grief can literally kill you, dying of a broken heart is a real thing, and I feel that in the special it showed us the 2 possible outcomes of it.

Negative emotions can lead you to spiral that can end with you also destroying yourself emotionally and physically, though I don't feel like I need to go into details, I feel the special kind of showed some ideas well enough.

In the first one outcome, which would be Gabriel since he got Cataclysmed first before Betterfly, Shadybug and Claw Noir showed up, Gabriel never let go of his grief and negative emotions, doesn't want to move on from Émilie and wants to bring her back no matter what, that's the outcome of letting grief and negative emotions consume you entirely.

The second outcome is Claw Noir not minding to get Cataclysmed himself and keeps using his power all the time, but in the end after a talk with Adrien, he choose to let it go and finally start to heal rather than stewing in his bitterness, sadness and loneliness and the all consuming, numbing pain of grief and all the dark emotions that comes with it. Of course he still has work ahead of himself, but he did the first most important step, and it was to accept that his mother was gone and would have prefered him to be happy rather than being miserable and mourning her loss for the rest of his life, and sure you can keep mourning your loved ones, but it doesn't mean that you can't learn to live with it and move on and be happy yourself, they still stay with you in your heart, and they would want you to live a long and happy life even if they're aren't around anymore.

I think this is why in the end (apart from the other reason of plot device since we still had the rest of season 5 to go through) Claw Noir got healed from his Cataclysm wound by Shadybug's Miraculous Cure, whereas Monach wasn't, because Claw Noir was ready to let go of his grief, Monarch wasn't, so Claw Noir got healed cause he wanted to stop hurting over his mother's disappearance after a talk with his alternate self who completely understood his feelings and situation and told him his own experience and offered advice that helped him be in a much better mental state that he was, but Monarch didn't want to give up on Émilie after getting most of the miraculouses after he feels so close after all this time so he wasn't healed because he couldn't let go, as he is obsessed over Émilie and his goal.

Which brings to their fate, Claw Noir lives, while Monarch at the end of season 5, dies, well choose to die and join Émilie and fix Nathalie rather than facing the consequences of his actions more would be it, getting what he wanted and also not entirely, given he was supposed to bring Émilie back and sacrifice someone else so that they could be a happy family again, but instead he chose to orphanate Adrien and be with Émilie and have Nathalie guard Adrien at the last second, he's still a horrible excuse of a parent and while I'm beyond pissed at this ending I'm also beyond done watching him do anymore crap for the following seasons.

So in the Paris Special there was the lowkey message of either you let your grief and negative emotions destroy you or you choose to accept them and start moving on to heal, and it was symbolised by Cataclysm.

It doesn't mean you aren't allowed to feel grief or negative emotions, you can't be happy 24/7 for your entire life, but letting them out in a healthy way instead of stewing in them without letting them go is what I feel the Special was about.

Thoughts?

Feel free to add your own piece of interpretation to it too.

[saturnrin]

The miraculous affecting their users outside transformation is one of my favorite concepts because it has so much potential.

For my sake, I'm going to use the ladybug miraculous as the sole example in this post. Otherwise, I'd never shut up.

The ladybug miraculous is the miraculous of creation, good luck, order, and ladybugs (duh).

Maybe the ladybug miraculous gives its user extreme good luck outside transformation.

Or, it could do the opposite; give the holder bad luck outside transformation for cosmic balance or whatever.

As the miraculous of creation, it's not hard to imagine that living beings (plants and animals specifically) would feel pulled towards its holder. Not entirely dissimilar to the way sunflowers follow the sun's light.

The holders could also gain creation magic, if you'd like. The ability to simply create whatever they'd like out of thin air. (This can include the ability to create pocket dimensions.)

Healing magic is also not-farfetched as the ladybug is used to heal injuries and revive thousands of people almost daily in the miraculous universe.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Developing traits of a ladybug is also an option;

• Maybe the holder has thicker skin than the average person, a mimicry of a ladybugs protective shell. (Harder to bruise, takes more to break through the skin, etc.)

• Or maybe they're more susceptible to the cold (not a positive aspect, but it's good for angst, i suppose).

• a newly found fondness for flowers, nature, and sweet fruit (like strawberries)

• Ladybugs hibernate, so an increased need for sleep could be possible?

• An increased diet, as ladybugs are considered insatiable.

• you could toy with the idea of vitiligo/skin discoloration as a mimicry of a ladybugs warning spots.

• toxic blood is also a really cool idea for a ladybug-like trait.

• ladybugs secrete a pheromone to deter predators when scared or threatened. This could also be a trait the ladybug holder could inherit.

Or maybe ladybugs just regularly land on the users of this miraculous.

The side effects could be so cool! Or inconvenient! Or debilitating! Or they could be completely and totally underwhelming.

Or there could be no side effects, but where's the fun in that?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The Miraculi don't just affect their users physically or magically, but also mentally and emotionally.

Let's dig into that.

The Ladybug Miraculous has a fixed alignment with order. (This fact can be reflected in Tikki, the kwami of creation, as well.)

When transformed, this alignment is more obvious as the influence of a miraculous and its kwami is stronger in transformation.

The holder of the Ladybug Miraculous will gradually feel the need to take control of situations around them. Whether this be in battle (there's a reason the ladybug holder is always the leader) or in their personal life.

Things being out of their hands or control, especially when it directly affects them, can make the ladybug holder feel anxious or uncomfortable.

The ladybug holder may find themselves having a harder time loosening up or calming down. Being on high alert 24/7 isn't exactly an expected side effect, but, unfortunately, it is one.

Lists are friends to the ladybug holder; checklists, bullet-point lists, numbered lists, and even lists scribbled across the corners of notebooks in teeny tiny handwriting. Lists help keep everything in order, which is in the comfort zone of a ladybug user.

Plans are also friends. Planning is already a required skill for using the ladybug miraculous in general, as it's very important to know what to do with a lucky charm. But planning is also another way for the ladybug holder to know what to do if something happens.

Take Marinette, for example. She has backup plans for her backup plans. Marinette has plans for when things go right, plans for when things go wrong, plans for when things go semi-right, and/or semi-wrong. She's prepared for every possibility she can think of.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Also!

The idea that the ladybug costume has to be based on the classic red and black-spotted ladybug is ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!

Don't get me wrong, the original ladybug suit and the lucky charm suit will always hold a special place in my heart.

But.

There are so many variations of ladybugs!

There's even a pink ladybug! Pink is Marinettes favorite color.

The Large Leaf Eating Ladybeetle is pretty darn cool as well; it's a static grey with gradient yellow to orange spots. (Which would make such a pretty suit if done right)

Some other ladybugs have white rings around their spots. Some have white spots, or red spots, or no spots at all!

And they come in so many colors?!?! Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, white, grey, or black.

One of my personal favorites is the Steelblue Ladybird. A shiny, blue ladybug. I keep imagining an armored ladybug suit based on it.

Also, ladybugs have wings, which would be pretty cool to incorporate into the ladybug costume.

In conclusion, the ladybug miraculous is cool as fuck and I'm tired of pretending that it isn't.

[astragreenwoode]

♡Truest Treasure (Adventure Time Petrigrof AU)♡ PT 4/?

(A/N: Part 4. We're getting into heavy angst territory, so be prepared. Sorry to put you guys through heartbreak.

If you are sensitive to themes such as child loss/miscarriage, suicidal ideation, extreme grief, and hospitals, either proceed with caution or feel free to avoid this part altogether. Remember to look out for yourselves.)

♡ My AU where pretty much everything is the same as in canon except Betty is unknowingly pregnant with her and Simon's daughter when she jumps through the portal.

Italics - A/N

Slashed Text - NSFW

Bold Text - Sensitive Topics

A Bump in the Road

♡ When they got to the Emergency Room, the nurses immediately wheeled Betty to an examination room once they saw the trail of blood behind her and Simon. But they needed him to stay behind. They needed help from the hospital security to practically pry them away from each other so they could treat her.

♡ After an hour of waiting when Betty was finally stabilized, Dr. Olson, came out to give Simon the bad news; Betty experienced a late miscarriage. But during their treatment, they had to strap her down to the bed and give her a sedative so she wouldn’t worsen her injuries.

♡ Betty’s situation was time-sensitive. She was in danger of getting an infection, so after updating Simon, Dr. Olson performed a surgical evacuation immediately.

♡ "Princess, we can have another baby. But I can't have another you."

♡ Given Betty’s medical history, a recorded suicide attempt when she was 13 years old, and how she was so distressed that they had to sedate and restrain her, Dr. Olson put her on Suicide Watch, just to be on the safe side.

♡ Up until this point, Simon didn’t know her struggles with her mental health were this severe.

♡ In the meantime, he called Betty’s mother and told her what was happening. She was at the hospital within five minutes.

♡ Alice Grof had trouble warming up to Simon from the beginning. She never liked how he stopped Betty from going on that trip to the Outback. But her daughter was happy, and that’s what mattered the most. And while their relationship wasn’t the warmest, they respected each other. She comforted Simon whilst Betty was still in surgery.

♡ Betty recovers in the hospital for five more days, drained both physically and emotionally. When she first wakes up following the procedure, she’s unresponsive, almost catatonic, and withdrawn from reality to process all the trauma of the whole situation. Simon and Alice make sure she’s never by herself during those five days.

♡ Alice stays with her daughter one day so that Simon can go to their apartment and bring some of Betty’s stuff to the hospital to help her not be as anxious during her stay.

♡ The day before they were ready to go back home, Alice offered to tidy the place up so Betty could recover in a clutter and stress-free environment. She cleaned the blood off their sheets and carpet, made everything neat, stocked their fridge and pantries with food, and made sure their bathroom had the necessary medical supplies to help the healing process. She also hid all items related to their lost baby in a trunk in their hall closet, out of sight, and waiting for whenever Simon and Betty were ready to try again.

♡ When they came back home, they took three weeks off of work so they could mourn their loss together.

♡ Betty returns to taking all her regular antidepressants and antipsychotics. They stabilize her mood and help keep her focused and ‘normal’ when she returns to work, but she’s still numb and withdrawn for a while.

♡ She visits with her mom more frequently, going over to her and her partner Suzanne’s house once a week. The visits help her in her grief.

♡ When Betty started getting her period again, her heart shattered all over again. Simon asked her mother to come over for a few days. 

♡ Proceeding with caution, Simon asks her about what he discovered in the hospital. He wants to understand her past struggles with her mental health; the suicidal ideation in her childhood, the self-harm tendencies, the OCD, the ADHD, the bipolar disorder she inherited from her mother, her past of pain, all of it. He wants to know so he can fully understand how to help her if she spirals again in the future. 

♡ It’s hard for her to open up about that.

♡ Betty avoids intimate and vulnerable situations with Simon for a while. He doesn’t mind at all and is willing to wait as long as she needs. The farthest she’s willing to go is cuddling with him in her underwear. Two months after coming back from the hospital, they graduate to taking showers together again.

♡ At night, Betty still holds Simon’s hand to her stomach as they sleep in bed.

♡ She can still feel their baby kicking from time to time, like experiencing phantom pain after losing a limb.

♡ In an effort to help Betty heal and get back to her old self, Simon surprises her by taking her on a two-week vacation to Ireland; Betty’s dream trip.

♡ A week into the trip, they retire to their suite early after having dinner at the hotel restaurant along with a bottle of wine. And for the first time since their loss, Betty lets Simon all the way in. That night, they unknowingly conceive their future daughter.

♡ The day before they fly back home to Seattle, Simon proposes. Betty says ‘yes.’ And after three months of sitting with their heartbreak, they feel hopeful for what the future might bring them again.

♡ Two months into their engagement, Simon embarks on a solo journey to follow up on a lead for an especially rare artifact.

♡ We all know what happens from here; what was meant as an innocent and playful gesture sparked earth-shattering consequences.

♡ Betty is absolutely petrified by her fiancee’s abrupt personality switch once he puts on the mysterious crown. That wasn't her Simon. So, when a portal to the future opens showing her the fiancee she knew and loved, she doesn’t think twice before she impulsively jumps through a thousand years and into the land of Ooo.

♡ She's blissfully unaware that she didn't jump through that portal alone.

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[malfoy-mrsdracomalfoy]

Start Of An Age

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

House: Not mentioned

Warnings: Angst. Mental health struggles *Caution strongly advised*

Word Count: 3781

Summary: Part two of "End Of An Era" Draco and Fem!Reader finalize things... For better or for worst? Be prepared to hurt and heal at the same time.

author's note: This is heavily reader-based at the beginning. Draco doesn't play a significant part right away. Be patient? x

PART TWO

Reader's Point Of View:

And suddenly, we are strangers again.

Dining Hall, Breakfast Time 7am

I look to Draco's usual spot at the Slytherin table. Empty. I look down at my breakfast plate contemplatively. I feel sick all the time. This is my first time out of bed in a week. I try to take a bite, but I notice a green apple float by. I push my plate back and run to my dorm, screaming into my pillow with sobs.

I don't emerge for another three days. My friends leave food at my door -it's constantly locked- and I pick at it once in a while, really annoyed with how much it takes to keep a body alive. Thank Merlin it's summer time and we're out for the next three months. I pray he went home to the Malfoy Manor so I don't have to risk seeing him around. I think it's time I try to shower. I sit on the cold tiled shower floor as the memories of that night force their way to the front of my thoughts. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to physically hold myself together. My tears are flowing in a constant stream down my face, my whole body is wracking with sobs. It takes every ounce of strength to wash up. I'm trembling as I step out.

My parents keep owling me asking how I am, and if I'm going to spend Summer here at Hogwarts, like I did last summer- with Draco. I owl back, "I'm coming home." I spend the next day packing and refusing to let myself feel anything. I am keeping my mind carefully blank. I approach my home where my mom is waiting for me on the porch. As I'm pulling in the driveway, the sight of her makes me open the car door and fall to my knees on the cement. She runs to me, and helps me up. She knows. I didn't even have to tell her.

June

I wake up screaming from my nightmares. It's always different versions of the same concept. Draco leaving me, again and again. I've slept 3 hours each day for the last five days. Every time I close my eyes it's nightmare after nightmare.

I lay in bed on my side completely still, staring at my drawn curtains. I feel my sister come in and slip into bed next to me. She says nothing. She wraps her arms around me. I tremble and she pats down my hair. We lay like this for hours until she quietly gets up and leaves, a quiet sob leaves her at the thought of her little sister in anguish.

Three days later I try to leave my bed, legs shaking from lack of use. I need to try to do something -anything- today. My parents look at me intently as I walk in the room. My mom is looking to see what I need, and she will try her best to give it to me. My emotionally distant father leaves the room. He doesn't want to feel anything, but his gut is sick at the thought of my state. He doesn't know how to handle it so he leaves the room, his concerns silent to everyone but his own brain.

My mom approaches me, hesitantly, and watches my reaction. My chest is beginning to heave. She reaches out to hug me, and I fall into her arms wailing, again. She rubs my back, silent tears of her own running down her face.

I go on a walk today to try and reconnect with the world. I take notice of a blonde child running to his equally blonde father and throw up on the street.

I sit and stare out my bedroom window. The loss of him completely engulfs me. I feel the absence of him everywhere. I haven't spoken in two weeks.

July

It's the Fourth Of July. I got out of bed today and actually made my own breakfast. I stare at the pancakes in the pan, mind chock-full of memories and thoughts of him. I hold back tears. I can do that now. I eat one pancake and hold it down. I drink half a cup of orange juice. My mom watches me, silently, with relieved tears running down her face. She quickly wipes them away upon meeting my gaze. I smile gently at her and she gasps. This is the first time I smiled in months.

I sit with my mom on our backyard patio today. She's the only person I can be around right now. I talk to her, and she listens. I share some of my favorite memories at Hogwarts. I vent to her about some stressors. She catches me up on everyone's lives. We chat easily, and I leave the conversation feeling lighter. I don't mention Draco. I still can't say his name.

I sit upright in bed again, waking up from another nightmare. I'm not screaming this time, I'm used to them. In this one, Draco was happily with someone else, giving her the smile he used to reserve just for me. I lay back down on my pillow, pulling the covers all the way up to my nose. As I stare up at my ceiling, devastation crushes my chest. I can't take it any longer, and I head into my parent's room. I crawl into bed with my mother, my father has left for work. She sits up, startled, afraid of what might be happening to me. She gives me a once over, making sure I look physically fine enough. She pulls the blanket over me without forcing any contact, always seeing what I need first. I turn to her and curl up to her side, hugging her. She kisses my head and hugs me back. I sleep the next seven hours deeply and without nightmares.

I walk down the hall, whispered voices making their way to my ears. I peek around the corner and see my parents whispering at the dining table, and my father is crying. The very same father who hasn't felt a single thing he didn't want to my entire life. My mom runs her hand up and down his arm. "She has lost all the light in her eyes." My father sobs out. My mother begins crying too. I stare on, tears turning to determination. I am going to get better. For them.

August

The nightmares are only three times a week now. Not several a night.

I'm eating normally. I even dare to take a walk down the street I seen the blonde kid and his father at earlier this summer. As I approach, I notice they aren't around. I sigh in relief, and focus on my breathing and the sounds around me. I'm feeling better.

I'm in therapy now. I'm doing better.

I hug my parents today and head to lunch with my sister. We laugh. I feel lighter.

My brother, following our father's emotionally distant lead gives me 50 galleons then promptly leaves. I laugh.

September

After the worst and darkest summer of my life, I am having several panic attacks leading up to the re-start of the term. I try to practice what my therapist taught me. 5 things I see, 4 things I can touch, 3 things I can hear, 2 things I can smell and 1 thing I can taste.

I enter the train with a renewed resolve. I think of my father crying, my mother's face getting paler every day, my sister's concern. I feel my brother's 50 galleons in my pocket. I will push on. For them.

I don't see him on the train, I refuse to let myself look. Well much, anyway. I peek down his usual corridor of booths once. "No Draco" I whisper to myself with a sigh in relief. I can finally say his name out loud again.

I look out the train windows to see all the leaves falling. It's the change of the season. It's not my dark Summer anymore, it's the Autumn Equinox. We'll see what this year brings.

October

I see Draco for the first time in the month we've been in term. He's skinnier, paler, and he's got permanent bags under his eyes adorned with a permanent scowl. I guess this Summer wasn't easy on him, either. He begins to look my way and I look toward the opposite wing and hurry down it. I decide to risk a glance back, and he's gone again. I run to my dorm and sob into my sheets.

Things are getting bad again. I see him more now, I feel like he's around every corner. I ache at the sight of him, and I long to hear his voice and smell his cologne again. I want to touch and be touched by him again. All the things I can't do.

November

I decided I'm going to take a trip up to the astronomy tower. This is the first time I've stepped foot in it since May this year. As I walk up, I see Draco already tucked away on the platform, eyes staring up at the sky. With his guard down, he looks as awful as I feel. He must've sensed someone watching him because his eyes flicker down. For the first time in six months we made eye contact. His expression one of shock and... something else I can't quite place yet. Frozen, just for a moment. I pull myself together and take my eyes off him. I calmly walk deeper into the grounds, passing the foundation of the tower, I feel a storm of emotions beginning to completely over take me.

Forbidden Forest

I enter the forbidden forest, too sad to be afraid, too angry. I can't take it. I'm angry now. All this anger needs a release. I need an outlet. I look around frantically, trying to find something. The forest is dark, the trees dense. I can barely see my hand in front of my face. I hear strange noises, and see a rustling in the bushes. In the trees to the left of me, something begins to growl. I freeze, hearing a twig snap behind me.

I press on. I refuse to be afraid. I'm feeling reckless for once in my otherwise perfectly restrained life. All the stress. All the expectations. All the criticisms. All the pain, trials and tribulations. I won't be silent, not right now. I begin to zap spell after spell. My Patronus following me, I push on. My path is now illuminated by the ethereal glow of my protector.

The forest comes alive with magic as I continue casting. There's an obvious shift in the air. I revel in it. Feeling as if light is bursting out of me, I begin to run in deeper, my Patronus' white glow meets the ground, as if they manifested into their physical form and they run alongside me. The trees seem to lean in, as if watching me. I hear heavy footsteps behind me. I ignore them. This moment is mine and mine alone. My wand pointing in front of me, I release several spells, each more beautiful than the last. Colors are flowing freely from my wand, shooting up like fireworks and swirling around tree trunks and sliding through the plantation.

The forest is completely illuminated. The trees seem to glow with an inner light, the underbrush bursting with vibrant colors. I look around in wonder. 'Look what I created!' I think to myself, feeling light and genuinely happy for the first time in half a year. I'm laughing joyfully, sound echoing off the glowing trees. I spin, an aurora borealis is the sky above me, gently rubbing the tree line. The forest is now filled with fireflies and they're zipping through my hair and bouncing around. Their light reflects the gold chain on my neck. It's a necklace Draco got me for Christmas last year. It's the Draco Constellation. I am ready to wear it now. I couldn't even look at it before today. Here I am now, wearing it. It really is beautiful and my favorite thing I owned.

A figure emerges from the shadows, tall and imposing. Seeing the shadow emerge I meet it with a steady gaze. Not afraid, non-threatening. Just looking- and seeing. It steps into the clearing and I am met with a massive, shaggy black stag. Easily matching a polar bear in height and size, the eyes glow with ancient wisdom and it gazes at me with curiosity and approval. It lowers its head, seeming to nod solemnly at the magical beauty I've created. This creature feels as old as time itself. I bow deeply. "Thank you for letting me enter your home." I say with genuine appreciation, still bowed.

The stag snorts softly, its breath warm against my bowed head. Looking up to meet the creature's eyes once more, I sense a gentle, ancient magic emanating from it. The forest seems to hold its breath, even the fireflies had stilled, when the stag begins to speak to me in a voice that resonates within my soul.

"Long has it been since one has brought such beauty to our home. You have a gift, child. A rare and precious magic." It pauses, gaze piercing into my soul. "You have seen such darkness, yet your soul remains full of light." I match the stag's gaze, filling mine with reverence. I smile gently and respond,

"This forest has always been beautiful. It just needed to be awakened." The stag's eyes sparkle with delight at my response. "Indeed, it was always here waiting, stagnant. Your touch has brought renewed vigor." The stag's eyes fix on something behind me before returning its gaze to me.

"I sense you're not like others who wander into our forest."

"I came here with good intentions. I would never harm a soul here." I feel my appreciation and admiration for my surroundings begin to pulse out of me, a warm hue surrounding my form. The stag looks around me as if they can see the very aura of me. A soft, approving nod emanates from its soul. "Your intentions are pure, and your heart is full of wonder and respect. Very well, I shall grant you a gift. One that few outsiders have ever recieved. It's been centuries since it was last shared."

I feel honored. "Come closer, child." The stag says softly. I notice the antlers seem to be growing, branching out, becoming more complex and beautiful as it seems to hold the entirety of the forest in them. I step closer, my Patronus watching protectively on the side. As I draw nearer, the stag lowers its massive head. One of the newly formed antler points brushes lightly against my forehead, and I feel a surge of ancient magic course through me. My vision suddenly expands, and I can see strand of gold magic weaving through the forest around me. "Now, you understand." Their voice a murmur of wind and leaf. "You are connected to all that lives here." I meet it's archaic eyes. "It's an honor to receive a gift of this magnitude" I gratefully say. The stag bows it's head,

"You are welcome here, always, as one who sees and understands. Return whenever you need peace, connection or wisdom" Its form begins to fade, leaving behind a soft, magical glow. "And remember, child... The heart matters most". With that knowing comment, they disappeared.

I stand there, watching the empty space that held the magnificent creature just moments ago. 'The heart matters most' I think to myself. I hear a rustle of the undergrowth behind me and turn to look. Draco steps out of the shadows, face in complete shock and awe. His wide eyes looking at the spot the stag stood.

"What just happened?" Those are his first words to me, after half a year of silence. I want to be angry but I'm just glad to see him and that he's speaking to me. I stand there, my outburst and the stag's presence and gift rendering me calm. I look into his eyes and see flat blue. The light was gone in his eyes, as well.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Are his next ones. I look at him, really looked at him and I saw my own devastation reflected back to me. He was hurting just as bad as I am, maybe even more. He takes a step closer, looking at me with the eyes of a man broken.

"I'm sorry too." I respond quietly. He watched me carefully to see if I was going to lash out or yell at him. I just stood there, looking as remorseful as him.

"I miss you" He said, his face looked drawn and tears began to fill his eyes.

"I miss you, too." I respond. We both take a subconscious step toward each other, bodies now a foot away. I was looking at him but I wasn't seeing my Draco. His smirk was gone, the twinkle in his eyes snuffed completely. His eyes were hollow, dull and devoid of everything. I felt the need to be close to him, but I didn't dare push it. He looked at me in earnest. I just barely started getting color back to my face, and he didn't recognize me either.

"May I hug you?" He asks so softly I had to strain my ears to hear. I nodded and he reached out immediately, pulling me into him, flush against his body. The hug was firm. His arms were snaked around my shoulders and waist, completely pinning my arms down the sides of my own body. I bent my forearms up, wrapping them around his back. The hug was tight and I closed my eyes, focused on the feeling.

I felt like I finally reached an anchor in the sea of turmoil. His body begins to tremble and he starts to cry into my hair, then he leans down and sobs in my neck. His whole body is wracked with sobs of agony. He starts to cry harder, making sounds so devastating that I start to sob, too. He sounds like a man who lost the love of his life.

I begin to rub my hand up and down his back. I got to release some of how I was feeling this summer, but I know he didn't have that luxury. Not even home at Malfoy Manor could he show any sign of weakness. He suffered in silence, completely alone. The thought made me cry out with him. The forest, once full of bright light, dims to a soft glow. It sensed the intimacy of this moment.

We both cry and sob, tugging each other closer. His knees buckle and I tumble down with him. Now, on our knees, we are flushed together. Two lovers reunited. After what felt like hours of shared anguish we stopped. He was now randomly taking in shaky breaths. The kind that could only come from crying one's heart out. We kneel in silence, our eyes closed, and are focusing solely on how our bodies felt to one another.

I slowly pull back from the hug but his grip tightens, not allowing me to move from him at all. "Please. Don't leave." He pleads. My heart clenches in my chest again.

"I'm not leaving, I'm just standing up." I tried to pull away again and his grip tightens for a few moments, like he was not fully trusting that I wouldn't run off. He reluctantly loosened his grip but kept his arms around me as I stood, letting me pull him up.

We faced each other once more, eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot. Voice hoarse from crying he says, "I never meant what I said to you in that tower. I regretted it the second it came out of my mouth and have every moment since. You mean so much to me, I was a coward and pushed you away. I should never have let you leave that evening. I would do anything -anything- to go back to that moment and just pull you into me and tell you how much I care about you. I denied myself the feeling of loving you and being cherished by you. I was scared of how deep my feelings ran for you and I pushed you away like a fool. An utter fool. I regret it every day, every second, every breath I take. I am so sorry. I love you. I'm in love with you." His voice is emotional and desperate.

"I love you too." I respond, simply. He smiles and his entire face changed. He was my Draco again. The color begins to return back to his face and it was like a light turned on in his eyes. I beam. He beams back. We start chuckling and then laughing. We clutch each other's arms and laugh, eyes never leaving one another. A release.

He pulls me in for another hug, picking me up and spinning us. I throw my head back with a delighted squeal. "Dragon!" I laugh out, my beloved nickname for him slipping out naturally, care free. He sets me down with a huge smile. "You called me Dragon." He throws his head back, laughing gleefully. I laugh, "I did." With that, he pulled me in for a kiss.

The wind picks up and begins brushing through our hairs. 'Well timed' I think to the wind. His lips are slightly chapped but I don't care. We are kissing again, like we used to. Only better now. He finally let me in and I feel victorious. I've done it. I've broken into the mind, heart and soul of the man I treasure, the one who owns my heart.

He sets me down and looks at me, admiration clear on his face. I look at him, smiling and whispering, "What?" He grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles. He leans in to rub the tip of our noses together, giving me eskimo kisses. I lean up and press a sweet kiss to his lips, pulling back. He leans down immediately, kissing me again and letting his lips linger. Pulling away with a smile, his hand begins to brush up and down my back and he asks me,

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

I giggle and nod, "Of course I will." His smile was so brilliant and bright I felt a tingle flow through my entire body. From my head to my toes. I giggle as I think,

'My boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. I'm Draco Malfoy's girlfriend.'

Masterlist

[thatweirdocat]

Here’s my contribute to the Aphmau Fandom 😭🤭 I’m gay.

Katelyn gently pushed the coffee cup into the slot, pushing a few buttons on the machine and listening to it whirl to life. If you told Katelyn years ago that she would be here, making coffee and waiting for the day to start, she would have laughed and called you crazy. She didn't think she would survive their trip from Starlight Wonderland, but here she was.

The woman moved her mug from its confinement and nursed it in her hands as she made her way to the porch. The spring morning air hit her hard. It was cold and dewy out. More of a reason for her to be outside. The bird chirped softly. It was nice. She preferred this over another trip the group could plan. She swore to herself she would never leave for a trip like that again. At least not for a few years. She was too hurt -physically, mentally, and emotionally from Starlight. She wanted to rest for the rest of her life. No more fighting. No more trips. No more anything. Just home. Where she belonged.

It took her months to build the confidence she has now. She lived under her father's roof for those months. Both Katelyn and her father knew she couldn't be trusted at home alone.

"Katelyn?"

The voice was soft and sweet. It pulled at her heart, making it flip. She smiled, placed the mug down, and turned to look at the voice.

Nana stood in all her glory. The blue button-up hung loosely on her shoulders and barely covered her thighs. It left everything to the imagination. Katelyn cleared her throat and beckoned the female.

Nana smiled, shuffled over, and sat in the blue-haired girl's lap. Katelyn's arms snaked around her hips and hummed, kissing her bare shoulder.

"You okay?" The meif'wa pulled away and sat down completely, legs on either side of the older one. "You woke up a bit earlier than normal," she pouted slightly, her hands cupping Katelyn's cheek.

Katelyn couldn't help but lean into it. Nana was always so warm, almost a walking furnace, she liked to blame it on her cat genes. "I'm more than okay,"

"You took your meds, yeah?"

Katelyn nodded, letting her free hand trace some of the jagged skin near Nana's collarbone. She watched the other shiver. "You put your cream on?"

"Mmm, not yet," Nana watched her girlfriend stiffen a bit. "but I will," she added. "Promise,"

The human grew quiet again, just staring at the beautiful woman before her. Nana let her, purring softly.

The moment was broken when a yell was heard. Both girls snapped their heads to the source. There stood Aaron and Aphmau. Aphmau waving. Aaron, like always, staring dead on. Katelyn couldn't help but wonder when his eyes would heal. Nana laughed and smiled. Waving back. Katelyn held her waist to keep her from falling, the shirt slid up a bit, showing the light pink undergarment.

Katelyn laughed and pulled the shirt back down, glancing at Nana. "Hey, sit down, you're gonna give them a show if you continue," she chuckled.

Nana squeaked and sat back, hiding her face in Katekyns neck. "Katelyn~Sama," sometimes Nana's old ways slipped, and every time Katelyn's heart skipped a beat.

"Good, you're so cute," She held the meif'wa closer, kissing her jaw and looking up at the other two. "Good morning!" Aphmau shouted something back before she was pulled away.

After a few moments: "Katelyn?"

"Nana?"

"I love you,"

Katelyn blushed and pulled away so she could see Nana's face. Both their faces are bright red. "I love you too,"

[hime98]

Lonely Escape in Seoul (Lee Dong Wook x Y/N)

Chapter 22 - Deja Vu and Roommate

Third Person POV

Meanwhile, outside the room, Dong Wook stood with his hands pressed against the wall, trying to calm himself. His heart still pounded in his chest. He had been holding his breath because of what just happened.

The doctor stood beside him, his face serious. “Mr. Lee, we need to give her some time to process everything. We didn't find any brain damage or internal issues but she’s been through a lot. She's probably suffering from a temporary memory loss which is normal for cases who suffered trauma. We need to make sure she’s physically stable before addressing anything else.”

Dong Wook nodded, running a hand through his hair. “I know… I just… didn't expect this.” His words trailed off as he thought about Y/N, still so fragile in her bed. He wanted to run back inside and hold her, to apologize for everything, but he knew, that needs to wait.

“Is she going to be okay?” Dong Wook asked, his voice low, filled with concern.

The doctor gave him a small, reassuring smile. “Physically, she’s doing fine. Mentally, she just needs time. You have probably heard of this before— but there are cases where our brain protects us from too much pain and shuts down a part of it, sometimes even whole. But we’ll make sure she gets all the support she needs.”

Dong Wook nodded again, his heart still heavy. The past few days had been hell for him, and he wasn’t sure what would happen next. But for now, he needed to focus on Y/N and help her heal—both physically and emotionally.

“Thank you,” Dong Wook said quietly to the doctor before turning back toward the door, knowing the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but at least they were together now.

He pushed the door open slowly, entering the room to find Y/N lying in bed, still asking her bestfriends how are they here in Seoul and why is she in the hospital. Her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity.

“Y/N-ah,” he called softly, walking toward her.

She looked up at him, her eyes still wide with surprise. “Oh my god you're really here! Wait... You know me?” She asked with a bright smile reaching her eyes.

Dong Wook smiled, it was bittersweet. “Yes, I’m here. And yes, I know you. More than anyone else I would say.”

Y/N's eyes searched her bestfriends' face for a moment, all smiling at her but they look like they're trying not to cry, she ignored. With grin tugged at the corner of her lips. “I still can't believe Mr. Grim Reaper is here but oh well, I guess this is one way to meet my idol,” she joked, though her voice wavered slightly from exhaustion.

Dong Wook’s heart softened at the sight of her, and he sat down beside her bed, his hand gently brushing against hair.

“We’ll talk more later, okay?” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over her head comfortingly.

Y/N nodded slowly, her smile returning saying “I was right. This must be a dream hehe But I’m just glad you’re here…” before closing her eyes to sleep.

Dong Wook's heart feels heavier that night. He cursed and bitterly chuckled, “What kind of twisted fate is this..”

Waking up felt like swimming to the surface of a deep, murky lake. My body ached, my mind was hazy, and nothing made sense. Every time I opened my eyes, the pieces of reality around me seemed strange and out of place.

Y/N’s POV

But the biggest, strangest piece was him—Lee Dong Wook.

I mean, I’ve been a fan of his for years. Who hasn’t? He’s the epitome of elegance, talent, and that effortlessly swoon-worthy charisma, VISUAL. But now he was here, sitting by my bedside like some kind of guardian angel.

It didn’t stop there. He wasn’t just present; he seemed to know me. And not in the vague “celebrity meets fan” way, but intimately. Like we’d shared stories, memories, moments.

My confusion only grew when I noticed how my best friends—Taeyeon, Tiffany, and Sunny—acted around him. They were so… casual. Like it wasn’t a big deal that Lee Dong Wook was sitting next to them. It was driving me crazy.

“Yah! Why is he here?” I asked Tiffany one afternoon, lowering my voice as I peeked at him sitting across the room, talking to someone through his phone.

She just smiled enigmatically. “Don’t stress about it, Y/N. You’ll understand everything soon. For now, focus on getting better.”

I didn’t get it. None of this made sense. But every time I pushed too hard to understand, my head would pound, and I’d have to stop.

The doctor explained it to me one day during his rounds. “Your memories will return in time, but for now, it’s important not to strain yourself— let it heal itself first. Pushing too hard can trigger severe headaches and even fainting, as we’ve seen before.”

I sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “So I just… wait?”

“Yes,” he said firmly. “Focus on rest, eating well, and enjoying the company of your friends. Your body will heal, and your mind will follow.”

So, I took his advice, letting the questions float in the back of my mind while I focused on the present.

My best friends were a godsend during my recovery. They kept me laughing, which felt like the best medicine.

One evening, the four of us were lounging in my hospital room, sharing snacks smuggled in from outside. Taeyeon nudged Sunny with a mischievous grin. “Remember when Y/N tripped on the curb at that concert and told the security guard, ‘I meant to do that’?”

Tiffany burst out laughing. “Oh my God, yes! And the guard just stared at her like, ‘What is wrong with this woman?’”

“Hey!” I protested, pouting. “That was tactical. Confidence is key!”

“Sure, sure,” Sunny teased, leaning over to ruffle my hair. “Confidence is what you call it.”

We all burst into laughter, and for a moment, it felt like everything was normal.

But normalcy shattered again when they told me they had to leave.

“We need to head back home for work,” Taeyeon said one morning, her voice hesitant. “We’ve already stayed longer than planned.”

“What about me?” I asked, frowning. “We'll go home together, right?”

The room went quiet.

The doctor cleared his throat. “You’re not fit to travel yet. A plane ride could be risky in your condition.”

“Then what?” I asked, my frustration bubbling. “I can’t just stay here alone.”

“That’s why Dong Wook Oppa will take care of you,” Taeyeon said with a grin, like this was no big deal.

My jaw dropped. “What? Why would he take care of me?”

“He offered,” Tiffany said, shrugging. “He’s been here this whole time anyway. Trust us—it’s fine.”

I gawked at them, utterly baffled. “But he’s… LEE DONG WOOK! A famous actor! Why would he take care of someone like me?”

Sunny just patted my shoulder. “You’ll know soon. For now, trust us. You’re in good hands.”

They hugged me goodbye, leaving me alone with my swirling thoughts and even more questions.

Dong Wook returned shortly after they left, holding a bag of takeout. The room felt… different with just the two of us.

“Hungry?” he asked, holding up the bag.

I nodded, sitting up. As he unpacked the food, I couldn’t help but blurt out, “You’re really handsome.”

He froze for a moment, then looked up with a small, amused smile. “Thank you?”

“No, like, really handsome,” I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “It’s kind of unfair, actually.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Still blunt, aren’t you?”

“Always,” I said with a grin. “But seriously, why are you here? Shouldn’t you be off filming some drama or photoshoots?”

His expression softened, but instead of answering, he simply said, “Eat first. Then we’ll talk.” The talk never happened.

A few days later, the doctor declared me fit enough to leave the hospital, though he was adamant I stay in Korea until I fully recovered.

Dong Wook assured me everything had been taken care of. “Your work and family know you’re safe. I’ve made sure of it. You’ll stay in your booked place for now.”

When we arrived at the building, I felt a strange sense of familiarity.

“I know this place!” I exclaimed as we stepped into the elevator. “This is the Airbnb my friends and I booked, right?”

Dong Wook nodded, smiling faintly.

As we entered the penthouse, I gasped. The space was stunning, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the Han River. I wandered around, taking it all in, marveling at how luxurious it was.

“This view…” I murmured, pressing my hands against the glass. “It’s incredible.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dong Wook watching me, a faraway look in his eyes.

“What?” I asked, turning to him.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, though his voice was tinged with something I couldn’t place. “Just… déjà vu.”

I frowned. “Déjà vu?”

He shook his head. “Never mind.”

Shrugging, I continued exploring until I noticed him standing near the kitchen. “Wait,” I said, pointing at him. “If this is my place, where are you staying?”

He hesitated for a moment before saying, “Here.”

My jaw dropped. “Here?! As in… here here?”

He smiled sheepishly. “I’m your roommate. and Welcome Home.”

And just like that, my confusion skyrocketed.

(To be continued)

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[wisewomanonce]

"From Darkness to Light: A Journey of Healing and Hope"

Mental health—a phrase we all know so well in today’s world. Depression. Anxiety. OCD. Anger. Words that flow so easily, yet hide such heavy truths. But when I was younger, those words didn’t exist in my world. Where I’m from, seeing a therapist was for people with “real problems.” Worry and sadness were just parts of life—nothing to fix, nothing to ask for help with.

Growing up, I don’t remember anyone asking me how I felt, how I was carrying the weight of unspoken grief or unseen pain. As a child, I cared deeply—too deeply, perhaps—for many things. I devoured books, studied parenting long before I ever had children, hoping to anticipate every stage of motherhood. I thought I had everything figured out.

By the time I had my first teenager, I had six other children: ages 14, 12, 10, 8, 4, 2, and a newborn. I thought I had prepared for everything. But when my oldest daughter’s life veered far from the path I had laid out for her, fear, worry, and grief overwhelmed me. I had done everything “right”—I thought I had controlled the outcome. But when things unraveled, the realization that I had no control, no answers, shattered me. It was a dark, heavy season.

My young marriage began to crack, and the people around me were just as broken as I was. I retreated from the few friendships that were still healthy. Embarrassment and shame kept me isolated. I didn’t understand how I—someone so full of hope, someone who thought she was doing everything right—had ended up here. My entire identity was wrapped up in being a good mother. It was who I was. It was all I knew. But my teenagers were pushing against the very control I thought would protect them.

I didn’t handle this season well. Instead of leaning on God, I turned to things that only numbed the pain. I smoked half a pack of cigarettes a day, drank alcohol to quiet my racing mind. I tried to escape the life I had built, a life I no longer recognized. I clung to control like it was my lifeline, trying to manage every detail, searching desperately for some stability. Years went by, but nothing got better. The sober moments only made the heaviness feel worse.

My mind became consumed with the thought of how to fix everything—how to get my kids back on the path I envisioned for them. The harder I tried to control, the more they rebelled. Eventually, I couldn’t fight anymore. I wanted to give up. Nothing worked, and hopelessness began to take root.

I worked non-stop—sometimes two jobs, 70 hours a week—while raising seven kids. I was exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally drained. My mind raced in a constant state of panic. For years, this was my life.

I knew my children needed me, so taking my life didn’t feel like an option. But as time wore on, the enemy whispered lies—maybe they’d be better off without me. Maybe letting go would finally bring me peace.

The darkness became unbearable. I believed the lie. I tried to take my life. By God’s grace, I survived. That moment was the turning point. I sought help. I found a therapist. I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, panic disorder, social anxiety, and insomnia. I was prescribed a cocktail of medications to help me sleep, wake up, focus, and pretend to be “happy.”

For seven long years, I fought a battle I didn’t even know I was fighting. I thought it was just the normal struggle of life—seven kids, a full-time job, a marriage. Of course, life was hard. But even after starting medication, the intrusive thoughts never stopped. I would stop taking the pills to see if they’d go away. They never did.

Then one day, my daughter invited me to a prophetic church conference. “Come expecting miracles,” she said. Desperate for a breakthrough, I prayed, “God, where are You? Fix my brain. Heal my mind. Heal me.” And He did.

From that day forward, I was healed. No more medications. The diagnoses that once defined me—gone.

I share this testimony because I know what it’s like to fight the battles no one sees. Mental health struggles may look different for each of us, but the enemy’s tactics are the same.

In John 10:10, Jesus reminds us: “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”

When I lost the only identity I had ever known and isolated myself from the church—without leadership, without discipleship—the enemy nearly succeeded in destroying me. He stole my joy, killed my hope, and destroyed my peace. And don’t think he hasn’t tried to take my identity again or make me worry over things God has already claimed victory over, because he has.

But now, I know who I am. I know where my help comes from. I stand firm in my true identity in Christ. My circumstances haven’t drastically changed—I’m still raising kids (now eight, including three teenagers), and I still don’t have control over much. But I’ve learned to trust God with everything.

If you’re struggling, know this: there are ways to fight back. There is scripture, there is therapy, there is practical help. You are not alone. And there is hope.

[smileyallthetime77]

Yandere! Older! Billy Batson x Reader

A Yandere Alphabet, Part 9/60 (In Alphabetical Order)

(The Songs Under The Yandere Characters Are The Songs That They Remind Me Of. They’re Strictly Going To Be From Taylor Swift.)(Hugeeee Swifty, If You Couldn’t Tell)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Swearing, Broken Legs, Physical Abuse, Mental Abuse, Mention Of Death,

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸: 1,515

👾Characters👾: 9,623

𝔸 - 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟? ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕀𝕥 𝔾𝕖𝕥?

After all of those years training and working payed off. He was apart of the Justice league. Since he’s been through all of those years of training and survived the dark apocalypse, he’s even more clingy when it comes to affection. He’s extremely intense.

𝔹 - 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕠 𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

He’s had to fight people for along time. Now he doesn’t even feel guilt when it comes to hurting others just so he keep you safe.

ℂ - ℂ𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕪, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝔸𝕓𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕. 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕄𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞?

He would only mock you if it would lowering your babbling. As much as he loves your beautiful voice, all the smart remarks get old after a while.

𝔻 - 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝔸𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝔸𝕓𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔻𝕠 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝?

He will make you his on personal therapist. He worked for so long and he worked so hard, he needs someone to talk about it with. And that ‘lucky’ person was none other than his ‘wife’, you!

𝔼 - 𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕆𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘? ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕍𝕦𝕝𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

After all of the wars he doesn’t want to appear weak, but sometimes he can’t help it and spills out all of his feelings and thoughts. And it could go from a bumpy plane ride to Wonder Woman’s arm being ripped off (her scream still brings me nightmares to this day).

𝔽 - 𝔽𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕀𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜?

He DID NOT push through the most painful experience of his life to come home to you screaming. For once in his life, he’s smack you to the floor and drag you to the basement. Prepare to stay there until he lets you back upstairs in three days.

𝔾 - 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕀𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝔸 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞? ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕣𝕪 𝕋𝕠 𝔼𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖?

He’s worked too hard to deal with your constant protest, screaming, and escape attempts. He just gets really sick and tired of it. He might even permanently damage your legs so you can’t run. He’ll do it with his bare hands and no anesthesia.

ℍ - ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝔹𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘’𝕤 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞?

On his last attempt of stopping your escapes he not only broke both of your legs on the spot, but described all of your friends who died during the war. He will go into very specific details about how they brutally died. You never healed the same physical and emotionally after that experience.

𝕀 - 𝕀𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕤, 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕗 𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕀𝕟 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝔽𝕠𝕣/𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

He has the same wanted future since he was a kid. You two have foster kids as well as some biological kids of your own. You visit your ‘family’ on the weekends and live happily ever after!

𝕁 - 𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪, 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤? 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕙 𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕆𝕣 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝔸 𝕎𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕠 ℂ𝕠𝕡𝕖?

Now that he’s a lot older and more mature and over half the worlds wiped out, he’s matured a lot. Whenever he’s jealous it mostly about paparazzi giving you attention. If you’re not allowed out, he’s get slightly jealous if you spend more time with his family than him himself. His best way to cope is to get you away from this person.

𝕂 - 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝔸𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕣 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

He’s still as clingy as ever. If you two already have a kid (or multiple) together, he is already near your twenty-four/seven. He would smuggle you and your child/children in gifts.

𝕃 - 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔾𝕠 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕆𝕣 𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

He doesn’t really understand privacy, and since you live under his roof, no matter how unwilling you are, he believes that he should be able to come and go as he pleases. He’ll just come in whenever. If you’re in the bathroom or changing he doesn’t care. When he needs to tell you something he needs to tell you something.

𝕄 - 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕜, 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝔻𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝔸𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖?

When he goes out as Shazam he doesn’t really need to be rough with people unless they’re criminals. He’s quite transparent but he’s a lot more mature. He’s very friendly but he’s more affection around you.

ℕ - ℕ𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℙ𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

If you still act up after all of these years, then maybe you need to see just how helpless you are. He’ll murder people in front of you. He might comfort you if you begin to cry, but he considers it necessary in every aspect.

𝕆 - 𝕆𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕪 ℝ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝔸𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

He would take away your name. If you were able to walk around with him in public, without drawing attention, he’d change your name and all of your looks. He couldn’t have anyone taking away the mother of his children/future children.

ℙ - ℙ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, ℍ𝕠𝕨 ℙ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Now that your both older his left over patience has vanished. He’s matured, why can’t you?! He has no tolerance to deal with your ‘childish’ behavior.

ℚ - ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕥, 𝕀𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤, 𝕆𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝔼𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕤, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕖 𝔸𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕠 𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕆𝕟?

If you die, he’ll bring you back from the dead every time. And each time he does, you’ll be watched more and more. If you escape you’re still gonna need to run fast and far. You as well need to change very thing about yourself. Even your actions. He would still only move on for his family’s sake.

ℝ - ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝔾𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝔸𝕓𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘? 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔾𝕠?

He’s been through hell and back. There’s no possible way that he would want you to go through that, and in his mind, the only way to prevent that is by keeping you with him forever. Saying that, he would never let you go.

𝕊 - 𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕞𝕒, 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕊𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕆𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞 (ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕, ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝔼𝕥𝕔)?

He’s always had family problems. Since he was young and sometimes to this day. He did everything as a kid to prevent this cruel event to hurt you so he took you. You still will never have to face the kind of pain he was put through. His main goal is/was to protect you.

𝕋 - 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕊𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞, ℂ𝕣𝕪, 𝔸𝕟𝕕/𝕆𝕣 𝕀𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤?

If you scream at him he’ll try his hardest to not throw a fit, but he will if it’ll get you to stop drawing unnecessary attention to yourself. If you cry he’ll talk to you about how wonderful life is and how everything will be okay. He’ll even rub your back and massage your shoulder for some bonus points. If you isolate yourself, you’re gonna have to suck that pain up. He needs you their for him and your future/current kids.

𝕌 - 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔻𝕠 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖?

Considering that he lets you out after ten years is surprising on its own. Let alone the benefits of being able to go place you’ve never been too.

𝕍 -𝕍𝕚𝕔𝕖: 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕚𝕥 𝕀𝕟 𝕆𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕠 𝔼𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖?

If you want to escape him you can just honestly escape his house or, when you’re in public, go to the bathroom and sneak out of the window. Considering all the woman in the bathroom would freak the fuck out, it would give you more time to escape.

𝕎 - 𝕎𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝔼𝕟𝕕, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 ℍ𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

He’s grown a lot and finds that hurting you emotionally will give him more of a benefit than hurting you physically. He’s kind of selfish when it comes to this aspect.

𝕏 - 𝕏𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕆𝕣 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘? 𝕋𝕠 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕃𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔾𝕠 𝕋𝕠 𝕎𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣?

He worships a lot of the things you do. Knowing that he was able to turn you into a strong and beautiful woman warms his heart. He’s your husband so he knows that he doesn’t HAVE to win you over, but will anyway.

𝕐 - 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟, ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕡?

When he first met you, which keep in mind was ten years ago, he took you once you hurt yourself. You were so fragile back than, and he couldn’t find it in himself to stand and watch you or others hurt you.

ℤ - ℤ𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕙, 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘?

Only emotionally. He definitely needs you with him, so harming you is harming himself. Plus he gains your love and partial affection if he harms you enough emotionally.

Written: Friday, September 15, 2023

[its-a-me-lia]

Scars are Stories to tell in the dark

LA!BuggyxFem!OC

Part 3 of Darling, why are you crying Darling?

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5| Part 6| Part 7

MDNI

Warnings: Scars

Buggy is starting to fall in love with his new friend

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Buggy was glad that Ava had started to open up much more around him. He was beginning to think they were going backwards in their progress, but she had proved him wrong once again. After the night they spent on deck, he began putting pieces together. She was injured. Physically, and emotionally. A little bit of mentally but he won’t conclude that yet unless she gives him the go to analyze her. 

He didn’t mean to stare at her, he didn’t mean to watch as she began to change her clothes with her door cracked open. Did she want him to catch her? Was this a game of trust for her? To see if he would act upon his wants and needs as a man? Try to seduce her, with his witty charm and clever smile. That’s all she ever saw men as. Sex fiends that want women to be nothing but a toy to them. Not buggy. No Buggy didn’t know what he wanted. Not yet at least. 

The faint red marks on her body, the way her back curved ever so slightly. The scars from one side to the other. What had she gone through? When he mentioned scars to her earlier when they had met on the beach, he was speaking metaphorically. But this woman; she had physical scars to show her story. He just didn’t know if she would tell him. He wasn’t going to beg her to tell him. No, he was going to wait. 

And waiting is what he does. 6 months at sea with the Captain. 6 months and Ava had grown closer to Buggy, allowing him in her life little by little.She would sneak into the captain’s room and sit on his bed, as he brushed his long hair. She didn’t realize how long his hair was. It was always tucked up under his bandana, she would sometimes see strands of blue coming from underneath. But tonight, he let it down and brushed it.It was also around the time she found out he had a devil fruit curse. 

The Chop Chop Fruit. 

The man could split his body into pieces and she was amazed by that. He didn’t struggle with high or low places. She liked that about him, he would tease her and hold her things up high, making her jump for it. He liked to see her smile. She laughed once and it was so beautiful to him. It was like snow falling for the first time, where snow never fell. He gave in then and just enjoyed her voice. He did everything he could just to see her smile. To hear her laugh. It was healing. 

Ava walked over to him, standing behind him and looked through the mirror to meet his gaze. 

“Can I brush your hair?” She asked him. 

He stopped, he never had been asked before. Of course, he never insisted on ever needing help. He didn’t. 

“Why?” He questioned. He wasn’t suspicious, just curious as to why she wanted to. 

“My mother used to brush my hair when I was younger. She brushed my hair right before-” She paused and licked her lips, “-right before she passed.”

Buggy nodded and handed her the brush. He didn’t know why he just handed over the brush to her, he just did. She took it with ease and began to brush his ends and ran it through root to ends. His hair was so soft, and thick. She smiled as she watched him close her eyes. This moment was intimate, it changed the course for their relationship. He trusted her, she trusted him. She ran her fingers through his hair and started to hum a song. She braided his hair, the way her mother used to. 

“What’s that song called?” He whispered, he didn’t want to ruin the moment between them. 

She tied the end of the braid and looked at him. “Ava’s lullaby.”

His heart pounded, he could feel the world spinning just a little. “Who’s Ava?”

“That’s my name.” He turned to look at her. Ava, the taste of her name on his tongue and lips, were delicious. Her name was so beautiful. 

“Ava” He tested it again, but this time outloud. He liked the way it sounded out of his mouth, 

She liked the way he said it, as if it was so precious he didn’t want anyone else to know. Like it was his secret. Her eyes caught his, he reached his hand up slowly, to not startle her. She didn’t flinch this time. She looked soft, delicate. Like a dandelion that will blow away in the wind, if he breathed too hard on her. Touching her face with the tips of his fingers, she felt just as soft. 

It was like she was seeing the sunshine for the first time in a long time. The dark haze that was covering her gaze these past 6 months has finally gone away. She could see clearly now, she could see Buggy. His hand laid flat against her cheek, she pressed it into his hand, taking in his scent. He was in fact alluring to her. He smelled of wood, and face paint, and whatever he used to wash his hair, he was so addicting. 

Opening her eyes to catch the man before her; taking her in. His eyes never left hers. She never left his gaze. They didn’t know how long they were staring at each other. 

“I know.” She broke the silence. 

He raised a brow. “Know what?”

She smiled sadly. “That you saw my scars, my body.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look. I was just looking for you and your door was opened, Your back was turned and I just happened to gaze a little longer than I wanted to.” He was quick with his words, trying to defend himself. 

“It’s okay, really. I wanted you to see them. One of your crew members had told me you were looking for me. I kept my door open on purpose. I knew you were curious, you speak aloud and you’ve been curious for a while.” Her smile never dropped,

She had wanted him to see her? She trusted him that much that she was willing to let her in. Just like that. He couldn’t stop the frown on his face. “You don’t have to tell me now, or you don’t have to tell me at all. Just know that I will never hurt you, lay a hand on you. I’m not that kind of guy.”

She let out a soft laugh, dammit that laugh again. Buggy was ruined for anyone else. “I know, your crew told me what kind of guy you are.”

“And what kind of guy am I?” He was interested in what his crew had to say about him. 

“You actually care, for some reason even though you are a feared pirate, you care a lot. You don’t like what you do. But you do it, to keep up a reputation.” She looked into his eyes. “You are so sweet to me. You’re scared to be near me, you act all brave and fearsome in front of your crew, but around me. You’re scared of me.”

Buggy swallowed and released his hand from her face, Ava frowning at the loss of warmth on her cheek. “I didn’t like the look in your eyes when you thought I was going to hit you. You flinched and fell, coward  away from me and cried. I hate what that man has done to you. He broke you, and I want to help put you back together. I know I won’t be able to fix you 100 percent, some broken things are meant to have cracks and missing chips, nothing is ever fixed fully from being broken. But I can help pull those pieces together, and hold them together. It’ll take time. I don’t expect to be the remedy, or a cure. I want to be the reason that you smile, that you laugh. God, I love your laugh.” 

Ava had tears in her eyes, why is that a feared pirate knew much more about love than a regular old human? How is it that this man has shown her more love and kindness in 6 months then she did in the 5 years she was with her ex? She couldn’t exactly place the right words together, she didn’t know how to feel or what to do in this exact moment. She just cried, and laughed. 

She knew this was the life she wanted, he was going to bring her happiness, but not just yet. She had more healing to do. She wanted to go along on this journey with Buggy. She had no doubt about that, this man was going to be her end game. She could feel it. 

Night fell, and Ava had retired to her room for the night. Both her and Buggy had come to the understanding that from this point on they were just friends. Just for now. She knew how he felt about her, and he knew how she felt about him, they just had to wait a little while longer. 

On the other side of the ocean, a man had gotten a call that they had spotted the woman, on the Big Top. The name of Buggy’s ship. He smiled and ticked his head to side, letting out a breathy laugh. 

“Finally, I’m going to make sure she comes home for good this time. And that Pirate. Is to die. At my hand.” His voice was hoarse as if he spent hours smoking and yelling. He wasn’t going to stop until every town is turned up and every pirate knew who they were dealing with. “No one is to touch Ava, I will be the one to bring her home.”

Jeremy stared out the window as his cohort nodded understanding the plan this man had made. He didn’t quite understand his obsession, but nonetheless he wasn’t going to be useless.

Back at sea, two souls slept peacefully with the thought of a new future.

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this story is coming to me like clockwork! aaahhh

[astroyongie]

Everglow October Reading 2023

Note: please take it lightly and enjoy <3

Sihyeon

Love: She is coming out of a breakup and at the moment she is still going through all the whiplash from the hurt that this breakup is giving her. Sihyeon isn’t in her best condition and I believe that her heartbreak is actually causing her physical symptoms. 

Career: She is limiting herself a lot. I don’t think her career is something she is passionate about and more like a work she has to do to receive money. She is very organized on what she has to do, but she feels like she doesn’t have a lot to do anyways 

Self: She has so many priorities in her life that she sometimes doesn’t know what to choose or what to start with. She jungles a lot between things and I hope that her erratic way of living will find balance so it doesn’t impact her health 

E:U

Love: She is dating someone at the moment, probably an old friend of hers or someone who has always been around her. This person isn’t an artist or working in the industry. In any case, she is very happy with them and they have a rather stable thing 

Career: Things seem to be going relatively good. She has strong support inside the company and he is very close to her manager, which helps her create a good working environment and a rather stable and healthy relationship with everyone else who works with her 

Self: She lacks self-esteem and she doesn’t believe she is that good to be an idol (she thinks people only like her for her looks). EU have probably some type of impostor syndrome and I also see that she isn’t really a truthful person, almost like she keeps secrets all the time and lies rather easily to others 

Mia

Love: She is single and not looking for love relationships at the moment. Mia likes her independence and she rather stays that way. However she does talk and flirt with some people through her media and text, but that’s about it 

Career: I believe that there’s a male energy in her life in the workspace that is extremely manipulative towards her and makes sure to always put her first among other members (which creates a lot of conflict). This person is also emotionally abusive and very moody but the thing is that his energy goes through Mia. So rather than taking action, she too gets muddy and manipulative toward members when work is related 

Self: She isn’t on her best days. I see that she went through a lot mentally and still today she fights against her mental health as she tries to improve. I also see that a major event happened in her life that caused her to completely sink when it comes to depressive states. Something she hasn’t healed yet 

Onda

Love: I believe she is in a relationship with an idol but things are a little complicated here. The person she is with is very impulsive and hast, they want to do things always like they want and quickly, pushing her through her boundaries. Onda has been ruthless with her high expectations and only gives these people what they want if they exceed her expectations 

Career: The way she has been saving money is no joke. Every time she receives something from her work or her company she keeps it away and tries her best to have some financial background to help her out. Onda is scared to have to go through other difficult times financially 

Self: She has been a little bit lost lately. I don’t think she knows what she wants for herself, for her career, or just for her family and her future in general. Onda feels like simply following the flow and the rules and she hasn’t been thinking about herself. 

Aisha

Love: Rather happy, Aisha is in a relationship that lasts for a long time now and everything seems to be going very well for her. She is happy, healthy and her relationship is stable and it seems that it’s meant to continue as it is

Career: She has been very inspired, almost like she wants to work and do her own lyrics and stuff for the group. But she is also a little bit impulsive with what she does and some people might not like how she works 

Self: Moving forward with her life, she doesn’t dwell on her past or on things that have happened to her. She tries her best to keep going and leaving what isn’t necessary for her behind her 

Yiren

Love: She is still healing from her breakup earlier this year (with that 4th gen idol) and things with her love life as just erratic since her relations with Korea aren’t the best at the moment and it does seem that all that concerns her heart is giving her more headaches than joy 

Career: Her career seems to be going well, mostly because she receives so many opportunities and projects to work on (mostly in China) and the money they pay is way better than in Korea. Yiren has also been generous and helping those in need (friends and family). 

Self: She has been having a lot of arguments and disagreements with people around her (friends, family, co-workers, etc). It seems like Yiren has a hard time communicating with people and making her voice heard

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If Velvette does join Clara and Kiki’s relationship it will be a very very very slow process. It won’t be immediate, Velvette has to first actually apologize/make it up to Clara for how she treated Clara. Like Clara knows how much Velvette was hurt in her life but that still doesn’t stop or exactly excuse the fact that Velvette hurt Clara. Everytime Clara and Velvette broke up more often or not Clara was the one crying in the end often leaving Clara to self destructive tendencies and Velvette never actually meant any of her “apologies” she gave to get Clara back, they Weren’t even apologies. they where really more like some text about how “she’s sorry that Clara got soo upset over literally nothing (it was always about something), and they should meet to take photos or she needs something and to come to the vee’s tower with the items at a specific time” Velvette kinda just expected Clara to come back to her so she never actually tried and Clara did always come back. Clara was probably emotionally abused by Velvette, there allows going to be that fear of does Velvette actually care this time. Clara put everything aside for Velvette even if it did come to the expense of Clara own mental and physical health. Apart of Clara sure, will always care about Velvette but there still the damage. Kiki for her part has heard the many awful things Velvette has done to Clara and seen how uncomfortable Clara got when Velvette was trying to get her back by mass amounts of affectionate/attention, Kiki has work hard to help Clara through the emotional trauma Velvette left. I feel like Kiki wants make sure Clara feels comfortable at time too. I also feel like Clara emotional state, if they do add Velvette will be a big factor. But also Velvette has to prove that it not to piss off anyone in Clara’s family anymore, she really in it because Velvette wants to be in a. Relationship with them, not because it will benefit her in anyway or the vee’s. I feel like Clara would try to keep some distance at least in the beginning. Velvette will actually have to work for Clara’s and Kiki’s trust and they most likely be some hard boundaries.

Do I like the idea of Velvette joining Clara and Kiki’s relationship? maybe I’m still on the fence about that. But you can’t just forget that Clara and Velvette was toxic, that there are many things that Velvette has to improve on before Clara even will feel safe in an another relationship with Velvette even if Kiki is there now.

Oh yes, absolutely, anon! I think all of that is a given. None of Velvette's behavior was justified, and the awful things Velvette did to Clara when they were together definitely need to be addressed before they can truly heal. But if anyone in Hell can be redeemed, maybe not in the going-to-Heaven sense, but in an unlearning toxic behavior sense, I think Velvette would be a good candidate for that. Even though she is a part of the Vees, they really don't seem to give her the credit or the affirming type of attention that she needs. She's a means to an end more than anything, and she has some sense of duty there that overrides everything else in her life, so she needs to learn to balance those things better.

And maybe at first it's not a dedicated partnership like Clara and Kiki have. It is heavily implied that Velvette is also involved with Vox and Valentino. And she's so popular, I imagine she has no shortage of interested partners. I'm not sure how Velvette would handle that moving forward, other than maybe starting a casual thing with Clara and Kiki to test the waters, and maybe it becomes more serious later on. Like you said, it's going to be a slow process. Old wounds would not heal immediately. There may be some lingering animosity and fear. Maybe there is a reluctant friendship that turns into more, and they kind of gradually become a throuple.

Yes to everything you said!