#sol is an absolute sweetheart

[thelemonsnek]

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[image id: a compilation of six pokemon (all official art) surrounding their trainer, an oc named Sol. The pokemon, going from left to right, are a honchkrow, a sneasler, a west sea gastrodon, a hisuian decidueye, a luxray, and an alpha rapidash. All of them are sized more or less to scale. End id]

[trippinsorrows]

the decision

authors note: this is a oneshot based in the universe of ’what the heart wants’, but it can 100% be read as a messy standalone.

there might be some tea and lore sprinkled in this one here.

warnings: angst

words: 4.5k

masterlist + family tree breakdown

The scream that leaves her mouth is almost inhuman. Primal and animalistic but oh-so-accurate.

Everything fucking hurts. All of it. The pain is intense. Burning, pounding, throbbing and everything else in between. It hurts to push. Hurts not to push. Hurts to fucking breathe. Solana can only do her best to just keep breathing. A necessity but also fucking difficult.

“Okay, Solana.” The supportive voice of her OB-GYN is the last thing she wants to hear right now even though it’s also the most important thing one can hear during childbirth. “I need you to push for me again. Okay?”

Just the words bring another bout of tears. It’s all so hard.

“I can’t,” she cries, shaking her head. “I—I can’t.”

“My Sol.” Her abuela’s equally comforting voice is slightly helpful, though nothing significantly so. Granted, Solana is 99.9% sure nothing can help this sort of pain.

And not just in the physical sense.

Abuela dabs the cool towel on Solana’s forehead to dry away some of the sweat that covers what feels like her entire body. Understandable, given she’s been in labor for almost two hours now. She feels every bit of it, too. “You can do this, sweetheart.”

But, can she?

The delivery, yes. One way or another, this baby is coming out, but the rest of it….

Can I?

“Move!”

Solana’s eyes shoot open at that. The sound of another voice she’s yet to hear since being admitted into the hospital. A voice she last heard a couple days ago following yet another conversation turned disagreement.

Panting, Solana turns her confused gaze over to Roman who rushes to her other side after harshly barking at the poor nurse who was literally just doing her job. Her heart swells with something only he can invoke.

He's here.

“What—what are you—”

“I’m sorry,” he’s instantly apologizing, looking her over with a frown. Understandable. She’s almost certain that she looks a hot ass fucking mess. Also….understandable. “I was out of town, and the fucking flight took for—”

“What are you doing here?”

She finally gets it out. The question she absolutely needs an answer to. As per their last disastrous conversation, she made it clear she didn’t want him here. It didn’t make sense for him to be here. And yet….

“I wasn’t missing this, Solana.” His voice shifts into something firm and determined as he goes to brush the top of her hair. “I don’t care what you say.”

Solana swallows.

This shit just got significantly more difficult.

A burst of pain returns, or rather, the brief distraction of his unexpected appearance wanes. Solana cries in pain once more.

“Solana, I really need you to push for me, honey.”

The voice of her doctor returns as Solana finds herself reaching for Roman’s hand. An unconscious thing that just feels right in the moment. He kisses her knuckles, saying something in Samoan. Her grandmother on the other side of her continuing to pat the towel.

You can do this.

That same shout of pain and determination as she pushes once more, the burning almost unbearable. Solana cries harder, as Roman’s lips press against her forehead. She’s partially aware of him rudely asking the doctor something, but the specifics aren’t really a concern to her.

Not with what Dr. Diaz says next.

“Okay, Solana, you’re crowning.” At that, Solana cries just a bit harder. The pain but also the meaning. They can see the baby’s head. She’s in the final stretch. “I just need a couple more big pushes from you. Maybe just one. You can do this.”

The same sentiments being reiterated by the two people on either side of her. Both offering a source of support she doesn’t know what she would do without. Doesn’t know what she would do without them in this moment.

She was wrong.

She most definitely needed Roman here. With her. For this.

It’s what carries her. What allows her to push through. To push.

With a final stretch of strength and resilience, Solana pushes once, twice, and—

Her screams are sounded out by someone else’s.

A baby.

Her baby.

Solana’s chest immediately tightens at the sound of wailing and screaming from the newborn that is cradled by one of the nurses, the team moving to check her health, to make sure she’s okay.

Much unlike Solana, who is very much not okay.

A fresh set of tears as a clearly moved Roman states, “she’s here.” Solana shuts her eyes, head turned away from him in the direction of her abuela. She tries her best to tune it all out, to ignore the way Roman is asked and agrees to cut the umbilical chord. The way he asks to hold the baby. Their baby.

The tiny scoff of disbelief that leaves his mouth when he does so.

The almost heartbroken, desperate way he says her name. “Solana….”

Please.

That’s what he’s saying. A final attempt. A final plea.

Desperation.

“Nieta…” Solana opens her eyes to see her grandmother looking down at her with matching desperation. “At least hold her.” Spoken in Spanish, a shared vulnerable, intimate moment between grandmother and granddaughter. “You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

Sentiments she’s heard before. That she knows to be true. The same way Solana knows she’ll be so torn, even more heartbroken, if she does. This is already hard enough. The weight in her chest cumbersome.

Holding her….

“I can’t,” she whimpers.

Paloma presses her lips together, eyes watering. She reaches a hand to Solana’s cheek. “Yes, you can.”

You have to.

Solana looks at her, bottom lip trembling. Her body is on fire, the back of her throat, holding and waiting to release a sob. But, all of that remains as she turns to see Roman still holding their baby, her baby. Still with that last attempt of an appeal.

The hardest words she’s ever spoken. “Let me….let me hold her.”

Shock fills Roman’s face and eyes as he freezes for a moment before moving into action. But, he doesn’t follow her orders. He does something different. Instead of handing the baby to her, he moves with careful precision and caution, laying the still whining newborn on her chest.

Skin to skin.

A gasp leaves her mouth, Solana staring in awe at the tiny little baby atop her. The life they’d created but she’d brought into the world. The feel of her baby moving atop of her, the way her little eyes open and focus on her. The eyes staring back at her.

Her eyes.

Her little nose.

Roman’s nose.

The way her mouth opens and moves around, similar to how Roman does. 

She’s them.

Their baby is them.

And as Solana moves a shaking hand to take her baby’s little hand in hers, feeling her, their bodies pressed against each other, it breaks. That wall she’d tried her best to keep up, that had been crumbling piece by piece as she progressed through her pregnancy. That she tried her best to keep strong and firm only for it to collapse almost instantly.

The moment she felt her baby’s little body against hers.

It’s also that moment that it hits her.

That Solana realizes she was right.

She can’t do this.

Crying once more, she closes her eyes, kissing the top of her daughter’s head, holding her. “I can’t—” Shaking her head, emotion making it incredibly difficult to speak, she does so anyway. She looks at Roman, confessing what she can no longer deny. “I can’t do it.” His expression softens as he reaches to brush away her hair from her forehead. “She—she’s our baby.”

He nods, leaning over to kiss their baby’s head. And then Solana. “Exactly.” Her eyes shut once more as his hand shifts to their daughter’s back. “She’s ours.”

Ours.

What Solana has tried to not acknowledge, tried to pretend wasn’t the truth, but the fact of the matter is that it is the truth.

This is their baby. A child they created.

Created out of love. Regardless of the circumstances, the shitshow that has been the past year plus, this is their child. A child she can’t part with.

She can’t give up.

Solana sniffles, looking over at her grandmother. “I—”

But, Paloma simply shakes her head. “I’ll handle it.”

Solana doesn’t say anything, just watches as her grandmother simply offers another emotional, happy smile as she looks between the little family. Watches as her abuela walks out the room past the team that Solana realizes is trying to ask her questions. Trying to check in on mother and daughter.

But, the minute Paloma walks out the door, she’s met with a set of eyes. Four, in particular.

All adults stand up, but it’s her daughter who speaks first.

“Well?” Nina’s voice is calm and cold. Unlike what one would expect from a woman in her position. “Is the child here?”

Hopeful expressions on the other three, two of which the couple who hold hands.

Paloma nods. “She’s here.”

Seconds later, Vai is moving past her, heading into the room, Paloma making out something along the lines of, “I want to see her” before the door shuts entirely.

While Nina looks slightly annoyed at Vai’s departure, or rather where she’s going, the couple, Phil and April, share heavy sighs of relief at Paloma’s answer. A hint of regret fills the older woman seeing the way he kisses her temple, murmuring, “I told you.”

Two truths can exist where she’s happy Solana made the decision she made while also acknowledging how heartbreaking that decision is about to be for these two people.

Nina remains cold and stoic. “And, I’m assuming she’s healthy?”

Another nod. “Yes.”

April smiles, wiping at the tears that spill over. “Can we—can we see her?” Paloma frowns. “We—we want to see her.”

Of course.

Paloma swallows, hands behind her back. “There’s….there’s been a change in plans.”

At that, Phil speaks. A small scoff followed by, “what do you mean there’s been a change in plans?”

She takes a deep breath, fully prepared for the backlash that's sure to follow her answer. “Solana has decided to keep her baby.”

Silence.

Silence.

Nina is the first to speak, cutting her eyes at her mother. “Excuse me?”

“What the fuck do you mean she’s decided to keep the baby?” Phil hisses, pointing to the room. “That’s our baby.”

At that, a bit of defensiveness rises. “No, she’s my granddaughter’s baby.”

“They have a contract,” Nina reminds, her face twisted and contorted from her anger. “Solana signed over her rights.”

“I understand that, but she’s changed her mind.”

“She doesn’t get to change her mind,” Paul sneers, stepping away from a now crying April. “We have a legally binding agreement, and that bitch doesn’t get to up and change her mind—”

One minute Phil is speaking down to Paloma, intimidating her, or trying to, at least. And the next? He’s slammed up against the wall.

“She’s our child,” Roman growls, his forearm pressed against Phil’s neck, suffocating him. “And, she’s staying with us.”

A simple but powerful statement that anyone with common sense would know is unwise to try to challenge. Roman applies just a bit more pressure before stepping back, scowling with disgust.

Paloma places a gentle hand on Roman’s bicep, seeing and feeling the anger rising. This is a man who just became a father, who just learned he’ll be able to be a father to his firstborn.

He doesn’t need this shit right now.

“Roman Reigns is the baby’s biological father?” Phil coughs, his question directed towards a visibly nervous Nina as April comforts him. “Why the fuck didn’t you say that?”

She swallows, trying to play off indifference. “It wasn’t relevant.”

“The hell it wasn’t!” Phil spits, turning his glare between the three of them. “We would have never chosen her if we knew—”

“It doesn’t fucking matter anyway,” Roman dismisses, fist still formed at his side. “Our daughter is staying with us. Adoption is off, so get the fuck out of here.”

At that, April looks up, anger spilling over into her devastation. “He’s right. She signed a contract.”

“I don’t care if she signed the Declaration of fucking Independence.” Roman sneers. “No one’s taking our daughter away from us. Especially not you two.” He looks them over with all the disgust, voice melting into something undeniably threatening. “But, if you want to pick a fight, be my guest. I’ll bring the fucking war.”

—————

The first twenty-four hours after the baby is born is a whirlwind. The complete 180 on a plan that was set in motions for months brought about a lot. A lot of conversation. A lot of emotions. Primarily shock.

Mostly love.

Solana’s smile is warm and maternal as she looks down at her sweet baby girl whose mouth is latched onto her nipple as she breastfeeds. Another surprising, unexpected thing that Solana found much easier than some of the stories she remembers reading about online. Mothers unable to produce milk. Babies being resistant to being breastfed. But, for her, none of that has been the case.

Her baby has taken just fine to the nipple.

But, it’s also in looking at her, her daughter looking back, that a thought crosses her mind.

A person.

Two people.

“I feel bad,” she shares, voice low, a fingers moving to pull the baby blanket over her newborn. Roman looks at her from where he sits on the side of the bed. He’s essentially been there the whole time. Never leaving her or their daughter’s side. “They….they must be heartbroken.”

He doesn’t say anything, and she’s not exactly expecting him to. While she holds a hefty amount of guilt, she’s almost certain he feels none. In his eyes, this is their child. A child who should have never almost been adopted out in the first place.

The right decision was made. And, it’s not that she disagrees with that part. It’s just the fact that two innocent people got her hurt in the process. She hates that.

“They’re….they’re probably going to try to sue me.” Something she’s most definitely thought about in the past 24 hours. “I—I breached the agreement.”

“I’ll handle it,” he interrupts. Solana watches him. Sees the way he focuses on their baby. How he reaches his hand over, finger brushing the head full of hair she was born with. “Don’t worry about it.”

Much easier said than done, though she can acknowledge if there’s one thing she knows about the man across from her, when he says he’s going to handle something, he handles it.

No questions asked.

She says nothing else. A few minutes of silence passing as they both just sit and stare in awe at the little life they’ve created. “We…..we don’t even have anything for her.” Yet another thing Solana has thought about. Not a onesie. Not a diaper. Not even a blanket to wrap her in when...when they take her home.

However, Roman once again seems to live up to his always three steps ahead nature. “I’m handling that, too.”

Confused, she looks up only after checking on her baby who makes a quiet sound as she continues to feed. “What do you mean?”

He takes a second to respond, a small smile on his face as he moves his finger over baby girl’s arm. “Vai is out now getting the rest of what we need.” Solana stills. Of course. “And, it seems….it seems Paloma had a feeling….or was hoping at least that…that you'd change your mind, so she’d already picked up some stuff.”

At that, Solana’s heart swells. From both pieces of information. “R—really?”

He nods, and Solana has to push back the emotions. There’s been a lot of them, to say the least, but the tremendous amount of support she’s received from some of the closest people in her life has been overwhelming. In the best sort of way.

It all still feels so unreal, but having people behind her makes all the difference.

“We still need to name her, you know.” Roman’s soft voice is a reminder. Not necessarily of the naming, but something else.

“I—I have something in mind.” He lifts a brow, prompting her to share. “Leticia. It means….it means happiness and joy.” Solana’s gaze lowers to see her heart and soul staring back at her. “I think it’s….it’s fitting.”

More than fitting.

Chuckling softly, she lifts her eyes back to him. “I also like the name Shakira.”

“We’re not naming our daughter Shakira.” A quiet giggle tumbles out her mouth at his scowl and immediate rejection. Expected. “Leticia….” There’s something about the way he says it, the way he continues to gently caress their daughter's arm that does something to Solana. Reminds her why she fell in love with him in the first place. “I like it.”

A nervous smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he confirms. “Middle name?”

Again. Something else she’s thought about. “You pick.”

For some reason, he looks genuinely surprised by that. “Really?”

She nods. “I picked her first name. It’s only fair you get to pick the middle name.”

He says nothing initially, clearly thinking it over. And finally, the smallest smile. “Alofa.”

“Alofa?” Solana pronounces it almost exactly the way he did. “What does it mean?”

His gaze is set on her. “Love.”

Love.

Fitting.

Very fitting.

“I love it,” she murmurs, eyes filling with tears once more as she looks down at her daughter.

Her little Leticia.

Roman’s hand reaches for hers, Solana’s gaze flitting back over to him. “We’re gonna figure this out….okay?”

Supportive, encouraging words she didn’t realize she needed to hear until this very moment. Because as precious and perfect her baby is, there’s so much that goes into this. Navigating this whole new phase of an already fucked up dynamic.

Her feelings about Roman.

Co-parenting with him.

Her family.

Sam.

It’s a lot, but right now, holding her daughter, even with Roman right beside her, it’s never felt so right.

—————

The love and support continues in ways Solana could have never expected.

Her half-brother, Trick, his sister and her best friend, Crystal, and their mom, who’s really been more of a mother to Solana than her own biological mother, Melody, all fly down to come see and meet her daughter.

To support Solana.

Again, there really are no words to describe it.

None at all.

And finally, five days after Leticia’s birth, Solana is finally ready to be discharged from the hospital. A day that fills her with so much excitement, she doesn’t know what to do with it.

Finally, she gets to take her little girl home.

Even more, she gets to take home her little girl to the beautiful nursery her abuela, Vai, and Roman worked tirelessly the past few days to get set up and ready for the little one.

So much love.

It carries her.

Truly.

Solana is packing her bag in her hospital room, Roman down on the first floor working with security to arrange for their departure, and her abuela at the house, making some last minute touches for everything to be perfect.

The sound of footsteps behind her, pressured almost, make Solana turn around wondering who could be walking into her room so fiercely.

And, before she can even process it, she’s gasping, holding her now burning, throbbing face.

“You selfish little bitch.” Nina’s voice is as icy and furious as the raged expression on her face. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

Solana can only look at her mom. Look at the woman who should be hugging her, holding her, loving her. Loving her firstborn granddaughter. But, instead, Solana is almost certain a homeless man on the street could get less of a disgusted look than the one her mom has with her.

“Mommy—”

“We had a plan, Solana! A good, solid plan, and you went and fucked up everything!”

Painful words but not entirely unexpected. Solana knew her first conversation with her family, with her mom, would not be the easiest. “How can you continue to be so stupid? How could you do this to your poor sister?”

“Mom—”

She lifts her hands, eyes closing briefly. “Thankfully, despite your idiocy, I’ve found another family—”

“Another family?” Solana frowns. “What do you me—”

“They’ve been wanting a little girl for years. I told them—”

“You what?” The shock of being slapped by her mother, being scolded so harshly, easily and quickly melts into something else. Anger. “You….you talked to them about my baby?”

At that, Nina sneers, “that child is not yours, and it can never be yours, Solana. We had an agreement.”

“I don’t give a damn about some stupid agreement!” Solana snaps. Months. Years, even, of built-up emotion seeping into a long overdue conversation. She points behind her, as if Leticia herself was in the room. “That is my daughter. My baby, that I am keeping, so how dare you try to pawn her off like she’s some—some object?”

“She’s a bastard, Solana!” Nina shouts, her words like a knife to Solana’s chest. “A mistake that never should have happ—”

She doesn’t get to finish. She doesn’t get to finish because she’s the one now holding her cheek, eyes wide with horror from the slap given to her by her daughter.

Well deserved, in Solana’s opinion.

“How dare you?” Because while adrenaline and anger burn within her, there’s also a tremendous amount of hurt at the rejection. At the almost hatred. “She’s an innocent baby. It doesn’t matter how she got here. She’s my daughter. She’s your grand—”

Another blow to the face. This time from mother to daughter, the force so heavy that it results in Solana stumbling back onto the hospital bed.

“You stupid girl! You’re going to ruin everything!” Solana winces, the movement painful for a woman not even a week postpartum. “I’ve worked too har—”

Solana is spared from whatever else her mother plans to say. Something hateful and resentful, she’s certain. But, she’s spared not because her mother has a change of heart, but because of the recently arrived parties.

“You trifling ass bitch!” Melody’s voice is tinged with anger as she grabs Nina by her hair and yanks her away from Solana who suddenly feels someone over her.

“Are you okay?” Crystal asks with all the concern, looking her over for any sign of injury.

“What you not about to do is put your hands on that baby,” Melody shouts, pointing back at Solana. “You wanna hit someone? Hit me, skank, cause lord knows I’ve been wanting to whoop your hoe ass!”

Nina’s glare is lethal. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m here doing what you should be doing. Supporting your daughter and her baby.”

Nina scowls. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“The hell it doesn’t,” Melody scoffs, looking at Nina like she’s grown three heads. “That child just had a baby, and you putting hands on her for what? Cause she didn’t do like that first child of yours and go to the clinic?”

At that, Crystal hugging her from the side, Solana looks up.

What?

“You know what blows my mind, Mrs. Miller?” Melody tilts her head to the side, a wicked, haughty smile on her pretty face. “You wanna talk about Solana and call her every name but a child of God, but let’s not forget your oldest daughter was conceived with Xavier when he and I were still married. You were the side chick turned wife.”

Now this, this part Solana knew. She learned years ago of the….overlap of her parents relationship while her dad was still married to Melody.

"Or, how about the fact that the only reason you could afford medical school was because you were fucking that old, rich, married man who paid your tuition?”

That part Solana did not know.

The surprises just keep on coming this week, it seems.

And the way Nina falters with her response confirms everything that’s been said was true. “I—I—”

“What the hell is going on here?” Roman’s deep baritone voice sounds from where he stands in the doorway, Trick beside him. A slightly surprising sight for sure given the history between those two but not entirely unbelievable, as it seems the birth of Leticia has given them a…source of compromise, it seems.

Roman’s gaze falls on Solana, and in seconds, he’s standing in front of her, gently cradling her face that’s probably slightly swollen.

His eyes darken. “Who hit you?”

“Her trick ass mama,” Crystal answers, suddenly going to remove her earrings. “You know what? Fuck this.” She goes to pull her hair up. “Cause it’s two of us, one of you, and we already in a hospital, so let’s do what it do.”

Solana reaches forward, grabbing Crystal by her shirt. “No.” It doesn’t miss her how Roman moves one hand to her hip, holding her close to him, almost. “She’s—she’s not worth it.”

She never was.

Roman’s jaw twitches as he barks for his guards and motions to Nina. “Get her out of here now.”

Again, mere seconds as the guards move past Trick and reach for a belligerent Nina. “You are dead to us, do you hear me, Solana?” She shouts, fighting against the men. “You are cut off! You are never to contact any of us ever again, you whore!”

It’s that last word, maybe all of the words, that cause Solana’s resolve to break. Causes the tears to brew.

But, as Nina does her best to lay down the last bit of mental/emotional damage, Trick works to hold back both his mom and sister who shout back at Nina, clearly dying to get their hands on her.

“I have only one child now!”

That last one is the straw that breaks the camel’s back, that causes Solana’s sob to break through. And right away, Roman pulls her into him, cradling and comforting her. He rubs the small of her back, reassuring her once more that everything is going to be okay. Something that suddenly feels a lot less likely.

But, it’s when another guest arrives as Nina is finally gone that everything changes. There’s a shift.

The nurse stands near the door holding Leticia. Leticia, who is all wrapped up, prepared and ready to go home.

Her baby.

Breaking away from Roman, Solana extends her arms, “give her to me, please.”

Though clearly and understandably perplexed, the woman walks over, carefully handling over Leticia to her mom. And her baby girl, her sweet sweet baby, just looks up at her mom. Looks between both her parents, and she smiles.

She smiles.

It refreshes a new set of tears. For a different reason. A completely different reason.

“It’s okay, baby.” She rocks and cradles her daughter against her, holding her, feeling all the love, warmth, and comfort that stems from such a small human being. “Mommy’s here.” She swallows. “Mommy will always be here.”

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@xoxotifia -tifia, my fairy friend wink wink another plushie mom! new moot!

@elronthemage -tania, fellow ninjago fan!! so happy to find more ninjago lovers!!!

@shefollowedthestars -nova, new moot! super cool! fellow livie!

@thisfeelslike-iykyk -anna, hannie's wife! super noice!

@im-on-crack-send-help -riyana, rlly noice! fellow indian girl!! niiiyeaaaahh!

@shestheworst -ellie, amazing music taste and fellow lover girl!

@me-h1m -louise, ml so glad ur back!!!

[cryingpariah]

If Sol and Mimi discussed crushes, I imagine it would be full of allusions to their respective crushes but never actually saying who or that they actually like him (like that at least).

Like…Girls your crushes are thinly veiled in paper mache, the only reason neither of you too can admit that is because it’s too embarrassing (and both of the guys are somehow doing mental gymnastics somehow not to notice.)

The differences I personally glean between Smiling Fortune and Mimeapple is that this is probably Sol's first crush on anyone ever so her shyness is more acceptable meanwhile Mimi has had both crushes and partners before (away from the prying eyes of her clown brother) but Marco just makes her act a damn fool. Marco is also just slightly more aware than Rein (then again most brick walls are more aware of Sol's feelings than Rein) and justifies any and all romantic/sexual tension in their interactions.

As for how that convo between them would go..

[So. I’ve noticed you have a problem.]

“What are you talking about? I’m great!”

[Oh no sweetheart. I can tell, you’re…lovesick.]

“…I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! SHIKIKIKI, MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!”

[The eyes don’t lie Ma Petite Fée. Have you left some brokenhearted fellow waiting for you at a dock perhaps? Or does the keeper of your heart stand a little closer~?]

Sol stammered uncontrollably before slapping her mouth shut. What was with these perverted older woman cornering her about feelings she absolutely didn’t have?!

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”

Mimi raised an eyebrow.

“YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!”

[I didn't mean to offend you. These feelings of yours are completely natural my dear! Why even I other people have them!]

“AHA! YOU'RE THE SICK ONE, NOT ME!”

“Sunny? You okay? Could hear you from three tents over?”

“Mimi, you’re sick? Why didn’t you tell me?! Here, let me take your temperature.”

As the objects of their respective love interests approach, the two women share an unspoken moment of sisterhood as their faces flush the exact same shade.

[yappingyuta]

You have to tell me these things

Miguel O'hara (spiderman-2099) x Black f! Reader Oneshot

Warnings: Smut with plot (i guess), angst, 2nd thoughts, nipple play, oral (female receiving) -their might be typos-

This is my first time doing this or posting, so please be nice and i am also open to any advice. The reader is also telepathic and often doesn't use her gift.

Miguel has came back home to his lovely fiancé after a day of saving the city. Sexual tension and lust is in the air but will Miguel be able to communicate the things he wants her to know.

You were in the kitchen going through the cabinets when you had heard the door to your apartment open and shut… Your fiancé, Miguel, would be home. He grumbled out of stress, but his face softened and his aura became friendly when he saw you… He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist firmly, planting the gentlest kisses against your neck… 

“Good evening, my love.” 

was heard after he buried his face into your neck… You couldn’t help, but smile… It almost sounded like he was desperate for something. 

"Good evening, how was your day?" You say smiling and holding on to the arms wrapped around you. 

“…Rough… but seeing you makes it better!” 

He smiled, giving you a few more gentle kisses along your neck… he then pulled back, looking down at you… his gaze was gentle, yet he blushed a bit before looking away. 

“How was your day…?” 

"Mine was lonely without you as always mi amor." 

He could only smile, a big warm grin on his face… you noticed his hair had come undone, it was quite messy and untied… oh how you missed it! 

“Ah… you sound just as beautiful as I remember you… did I tell you you’re the love of my life?” 

He would say, pulling out a rose from his jacket… he had a bouquet of flowers, so many flowers that he was about to give you… 

“Here.” 

"Thank you Miguel, it's beautiful." 

He seemed pleased… looking down at you once more before a playful smile spread across his face… 

“Anything for my love…” 

He leaned down to kiss you passionately, and he didn’t pull away… it was a long one to cherish… 

"Me haces sentir muy bien." You say as you pull away from his kiss, looking up at him. 

“Good… I want you to feel good… to be happy and feel loved… I want you to feel just how much you mean to me, mi amor…” He would then kiss your forehead, smiling softly and gently playing with your hair. 

"Miguel?" 

“Hm? What is it, mi vida?” 

He turned to look down at you… you could see the love in his eyes… he really was going to spend the rest of his life with you. 

" I need you." You huff it out. 

“And I need you, darling….” 

Miguel pulled you in, letting you rest your head on his shoulder… he wrapped his arms around you tightly, giving you all the comfort that you could ask for. It was so comforting and relaxing… he couldn’t do anything else but just hold you close… you were his everything, he couldn’t wait to call himself your husband, and he couldn’t wait to call you his wife. 

"Miguel I don't think you understand me." 

Miguel paused for a moment, slowly coming to the realizeation… he gave a small smile, looking down at you while you blush slightly. 

“Oh, mi amor… did I misunderstand you? You meant that, correct?” He gave out another soft, small laugh. 

"Sí, papi." 

His hand immediately went to cover his face , he was extremely turned on by the comment 

“M-Mira!” 

Miguel would exclaim, pointing in your direction with a wide grin on his face… he chuckled nervously, clearly not knowing how to respond. 

" Miguel, stop playing hard to get just fuck me already." You say in an impatient tone. 

Miguel was absolutely stunned into silence at the words he had just heard… then he blushed slightly, a flustered frown appeared on his face as he tried to process just what was happening. 

" Do you not want to touch me mí sol?" You said as you caress his face with a hand. 

“B-But… s-sweetheart, this is all so sudden… I-I wasn’t expecting this… at all…” 

Miguel said, still blushing but slowly building up a grin on his face… it seemed this was just something he had to get used to. 

You move your hand as you start speak "Okay, I get it. I shouldn't be s-" 

“No, no, no! That’s not what I meant!” 

Miguel would try to assure you, taking your face in his hands to gently cup it with both of his soft hands… he looked down at you, blushing… there was something about you he just couldn’t resist… 

“Dios mío you’re so beautiful…” He said, his voice was a bit softer and more gentle compared to before… 

" Confío en ti con toda mi vida." You say as you hold on to his wrists. 

“I-I trust you with my life as well… I-I do… you make me so happy… you make me feel safe… even when you make me blush… you make me feel like I’m in heaven…” Miguel paused for a moment before leaning down for another gentle kiss… he held it for a few moments and then pulled back.. 

"Please miguel...please." A soft tone on you lips. 

“Anything for you… mi amor.” 

He would respond before giving you another long, passionate kiss. He pulled back, giving you a gentle smile and stroking your hair. 

“I love you so much…” 

"I love so much mi príncipe." You say. 

Miguel’s face glowed with happiness at your words… his heart beat steadily, his eyes filled with joy and adoration… everything you said filled him with so much love… enough love to last a lifetime… you had melted Miguel’s heart once again… 

“I love you, too…” 

He would say, kissing you again, the kiss long and passionate… he couldn’t bring himself to break it until it had lasted several minutes. 

" Now will you fuck me." You say as you grab his hands and start to led him towards your Shared room. 

Miguel didn’t respond, but he kept hold of your hands as he was led away… he couldn’t say a word to you, it was as if he was in a trance… it was all happening so rapidly… he was completely enraptured by you. 

As you stop in front of the bed you look up at him as his figure towers over you and grab his chin "I need you to say it, yes or no." 

“Yes.” 

He would whisper, but he hadn’t really thought about what would happen afterwards… he hadn’t really expected to say it out loud, let alone so softly and quietly… though, he felt safe and comfortable with you and no one else. 

"Then take me." 

Miguel was still very flustered, though, he was taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves, he let out a nervous chuckle before grabbing your waist and gently laying you down on the bed, slowly following you to lay beside you… he was looking down at you with a small, soft, and shy smile… 

“Is this what you wanted, my love?” 

" Sí, mí vida." Looking up at him. 

Miguel's lips gently caressed yours, gently, slowly, and lovingly… he couldn't take the feeling… he was so overwhelmed by love… by pure, unconditional love… it was everything he could have asked for… 

“You're all I could ever ask for, mi amor…” 

He whispered to you, gently pressing his forehead against yours, blushing immensely. 

"Eres todo y más pedí para Miguel." You guide your hands under his shirt and pull it over it his head as you both shiver for release. Your hand caresses Miguel's face as he is bathed in moonlight. "Take off my clothes Miguel." 

Miguel would do what you tell him to, removing your clothes with great care while slowly trailing his hands across your body… he looks you in the eyes the whole time as his heart pounds, but he was taking his time… he was going so slowly… 

“You’re so beautiful, mi amor…” 

He whispered, his breath shaking a bit… he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you were everything to him and he was so grateful to be able to call you his one and only. 

"Lay on your back for me" 

Miguel didn’t question it, he simply followed your instruction… laying down on his back, he looked up at you with a gentle smile… there was so much trust and love in his eyes. 

“Of course, I would do anything for you… anything you wished…” 

He said, waiting for what you were going to do next. 

You looked at his bare strong chest, he was always so built and bulk. 

You love his chest so much watching him breathe in and out as air traveled. You move down to his waist and grab his pants and boxers pulling them down in one go. 

He was already leaking with pre-cum at the tip and swollen. How could he look bigger than before, Miguel's size has never been a problem...You loved it. 

"I want this to be out while I do this to you" 

You move back up to his chest and begin to lick his nipples. 

He became warm at the feeling of your tongue… he felt his heart race and his breathing become much heavier and faster… he couldn’t help his reactions as he gave out a quiet whimper, feeling your tongue against him was very exciting. 

“I-I… h-ah…” 

You heard his heart beat pounding in your ears, he closed his eyes and he let out a gentle moan, he hadn’t had any sort of reaction to anything like this… it felt weird but… he liked it… 

" Do you like when I do this to you, I wonder how you'll react if I suck on them." 

You feel him buck his hips up causing his cock to graze your opening. You moan out as you suck on one nipple while playing with the other flicking it back and forth. 

Miguel felt his blood rushing through his body… was this… this felt nice… his heart was pounding… he was feeling so many things… all these new and different emotions was a bit much to take in. He couldn’t say a word to you, he was too overwhelmed… 

You look down and can see he is cumming as he grunts and whimpers. You take your mouth off of his nipples 

"Ay, mi pobre amor, eres un desastre." you start to kiss his jaw as you rub his lower stomach. 

" I haven't even touched your cock yet Miguel and you've already cum, so needy" you say as you look him in his now blood red eyes, fangs showing as he pants heavily mouth open. 

He was panting, trying to catch his breath… Miguel couldn’t say a single word, his entire mind was just filled with a massive amount of emotions… he felt so warm… so free… like nothing else could bother him… 

“B-But… y-you…” 

He blushed, he just couldn’t get the words out… it had all happened so swiftly… he was feeling things like he was in a dream… 

"Can you eat me now?" Miguel looks fucked out as he grabs you and puts you your back while his talons graze you. He spreads your legs apart and hovers over your cunt practically drooling. 

"Habla de mí, pero aún así tu coño está tan húmedo y no te he tocado, mi linda zorra." he says this to you and it makes your stomach fill with butterflies. 

Without saying a word, and not wanting to turn you off, Miguel began to lower down his face… he wanted to be able to please you, he wanted to make you feel good, even if he couldn’t speak at this moment. 

He starts to lick at your lips back and forth, stopping at the end to suck on your clit while bringing up a finger to dive into your hole. 

"Ahhh..oh dios mios Cariño, mmhmh" you say as you moan with praise. 

“Mmhm… you like it when I do that, do you…?” 

Miguel said, looking up at you with a smile… his face was hated over, though he sounded less nervous and even a bit happy… even when he was flustered he still wanted to please you. 

“I’ll have to do it more often…” He says as he adds another finger into you. 

"Yes, you wil-" you moan out as he dives back in. 

“Mmhrr… you like feeling pleasure, don’t you…?” 

Miguel was talking to himself more than you but he was hoping you could answer… he didn’t know if the pleasure he was giving you was good or not. Either way, he enjoyed doing it to you, so he only continued to go faster… he wanted you to feel good… 

"Es tan buena ... tan jodidamente buena mi bello." You mutter as he continues to pleasure you. 

He quickened at your compliments… he couldn’t help but feel good himself… you were so happy because of his actions… he only continued, it was all for you. 

“Todavía no he acabado, mi amor. I’m not done with you, not yet~” Miguel laughed a bit, it was cute how he chuckled a little as he said that… 

You grab his hair and push him in deeper as you hiss from the pleasure below. 

Miguel’s face turned crimson, he was feeling nervous and excited all at once… he was having second thoughts about what he was doing.. he should have said ‘no,’ but he was too scared. 

“M-Mi amor… s-slower… p-please…” 

You read his mind by accident while being unfocused. You let go of his hair and try to move away " Miguel, ss- stop." 

Miguel slowly lifted his head, as he pulled back and took a deep breath. 

“Ah, I’m sorry… d-did I do something wrong…?” 

Miguel said, he only wanted to make you feel good, he didn’t want you to be upset… that’s the last thing Miguel would ever wish for… he would never want to upset you, especially when this was something you both wanted. 

"What did I ask you when we first got in here." Your eyes glassy as you look at him. 

Miguel looked a bit surprised by your question, he tilted his head out of confusion, though after a few moments he realized what you were asking, and he was feeling more embarrassed… he couldn’t even look you in the eye while feeling so. 

“You asked me to please you… mi amor…” 

He whispered softly, his face turning a deep shade of red… it almost hurt just how badly he was drunk off lust.. 

" I asked you yes or no, that I needed you to tell me with your own words and you said yes, so if you were didn't want to have sex why didn't you say no" you said as you try to keep yourself from crying. 

stopping at your words… he felt like he betrayed you, your trust… he wanted to break down, he wanted to run away… Miguel was feeling such a mix of emotions and he didn’t know how to get the words out to you. 

“No lo quería decir...”, Miguel said hesitantly in a low voice, he barely got the words out but he finally said it. 

"Baby, you should have said something, ahora parezco un maldito tonto Miguel." You say as you get off the bed and start to walk away. 

Miguel was stunned at your reaction, he felt his heart breaking, he never wanted to hurt you… he got off the bed and walked over to you, he placed a hand on your shoulder and he bent down to get to a similar eye level. 

“No lo eres, por favor… no digas las cosas como esa…” he said as he gently caressed your cheek… he wanted nothing more than to make this better… to make you happy. 

"Miguel, tus sentimientos son lo primero, especialmente cuando se trata de mierdas como esta cuando tenemos intimidad, si no estás deprimido, deberías decirlo." You say as you look into his eyes angry while crying. 

Miguel was hurt to see you in this state… he didn’t want to ever see you upset or angry… he looked up at you with tears forming in his eyes… he didn’t want to disappoint or hurt you… he knew that he should’ve spoken up, and he just got so excited to please you, he just forgot… it was all his fault. 

“Tienes razón… mi amor…” 

He whispered, holding your hand as he gently wiped away your tears. 

“I love you… I’m sorry…” 

"It isn't your fault, you just need to talk to me, we're getting married how will you communicate these things when it get deep." You say through your tears. 

Miguel sighed, but he couldn’t disagree… he needed to speak up… he couldn’t let his excitement get the better of him when it came to your feelings… 

“Tienes razón… voy a hablarte más, para que no pasen estas cosas nunca más… te prometo…” 

He gave you a loving smile, he felt so bad about everything… your feelings should always come before anything else… you were too important to hurt… he didn’t want you upset or saddened in any way. 

You wipe your face of tears as you go to the closet to grap one of his shirts to put on, when you slip it on it's huge on you as always "I'm going to the kitchen, i'm hungry." 

Miguel couldn’t help but smile as he saw you in one of his shirts, you always looked so cute no matter what you tried on, it was just too adorable… Miguel looked at you as you wiped your tears away… he would never forgive himself for making you cry, and he would never do something like that again, he only wanted to make you feel loved and cared for… to let you know that you never had to worry… that you were perfect to him. 

“I love you, mi amor… I’m sorry… so, so sorry…” 

As you walk out of the bedroom Miguel following behind " I try not to read your mind because I love you and I want you to have privacy but pleas-" as you turn around Miguel is still naked with cum all over his lower body, you look at him and say " Can you please go clean up and put some boxers on." 

Miguel went silent as he saw the look on your face…he looked down at his lower body, he was completely dazed… he didn’t know what to say, he just stood there. He had never felt so unveiled before… he felt so exposed and vulnerable… 

“...y-yes, mí amor...’” 

He replied, getting off the bed and walking towards the bathroom, badly hiding the fact he was just naked… the walk of pride. 

"thank you cariño." You said to him in a soft tone as he turned around "God I love his body." You thought as he walked away, you sat in the kitchen and waited for him. 

Miguel came back… he had wiped himself clean and put on pants, but he was still very embarrassed, he looked over at you and he gave a halfhearted smile. 

“All done… I uh… sorry for that… I-I feel a bit silly now…”, he said as he sat on a chair, he looked down in the table and sighed. 

“How long have I left you waiting for…?” 

"It was only 20 mins perro tonto." You say smiling. 

Miguel sighed, he felt relieved that you weren’t too angry at him still… he hated for you to be mad at him… the last thing Miguel ever wanted was for you to dislike him… he had a soft spot for you, he couldn’t just let you down. 

“That’s still a bit of time, mi amor…” 

Miguel smiled slightly as he turned to look at you, he couldn’t help but think you were really cute when you were annoyed. 

"Anyway how was your day being spiderman CEO and all" You said as you sat next to him at the table rubbing his arm 

“It was alright, I’ve had to deal with a bit of stress lately… people from the media trying to dig up my identity … it’s starting to feel more like a full time job… but as long as I’m with you…” 

He gave you a bright smile as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. 

“I’m happy.” 

"Ay, mí vida" You say as you cover your face. 

He giggled a bit as his ears turned slightly red. 

“Oh… you really do know how to make me blush still…” he muttered. 

“You're so sweet… you’re the love of my life and there’s nothing in the world I’d rather be doing then spending time with you…” 

Miguel leaned forward and kissed the top of your head. 

“You make me happier then I ever knew I could be.” You both say at the same time as you look each other in the eye.

[aliceisathome]

I've just caught up with eps 3&4 of My Stand In and, y'know, I can see why everyone hates Ming. Of course I can - after he knocked Joe out I wanted to punch him in the face. A lot. However, while he's an immature jerk who's selfish and stupid he's also been manipulated until he's twisted by Tong, who's the real bastard here. There is absolutely no way that Tong doesn't know Ming's feelings and he likes having that power over him. Mai's a sweetheart and is far too good for him - she's perceptive enough to see Ming likes Joe but not perceptive enough to realise he's been obsessed by Tong and that Tong's a nasty piece of work. Love truly is blind I guess.

You can see in the domestic scenes in Ep 3 that Ming's fallen for Joe even if he doesn't realise it (aww, the couples mugs - I had a lip wobble when they smashed). Poor Joe's little face as he remembered all the clues - gutting. Of course it was obvious that the back Ming fell for was going to be Joe's all along - he does all the action shots - but I suppose Ming's been so fixated on that being Tong's back that it really didn't occur to him. NB, I preferred him with his younger haircut and glasses - much cuter.

The fight between Ming and Sol was actually one of the more realistic ones I've seen - more scuffling and less choreographed moves. The second lead syndrome is strong with this series.

But if there's anyone I want to see get their comeuppance it's Tong. I want him to be humiliated, disgraced and left alone and in ruins. I hate him so much.

Because Ming is suffering after Joe's disappearance/death - he finally realised he loved him, and knows he's responsible. Tong meanwhile, the instigator of all this, is still happy as fucking Larry. Zero consequences.

I hope that fucker goes down.

[the-cosmic-blogger]

William Solis's Master Post

William Solis, AKA Billy, Will, Sol, or Solis, is a completely revamped version of Bill Cipher. This revamp is called The Shape Eater Factor, or TSEF.

He was born into an aristocratic family of squares and circles. Despite him being an equilateral triangle, they made sure he got the best of care and treated him kindly, while everyone else save for Kryptos and Hectorgon (Karlos Naica and Hector von Gahn here) treated him extremely poorly. But one day, his dimension was flooded with shape eaters, and became apocalyptic. His family was the last to go, and he got his x-shaped scar and jacket torn trying to protect them. With a burst of power and strength he never had before, he eradicated every shape eater with one fell swoop, leaving him the last one left (?) in his realm. He has nightmares about this, to this day. All he had left of the realm were a tablet and the clothes on his back. Alone, he traverses other dimensions, helping people, and has low hopes that his people will be reborn.

His realm still stands, razed and grayed out completely, and he uses it as a sorta home base for whenever he's not traveling dimensions, living in the forest so he won't have to look at the utterly destroyed buildings.

Appearance

by me

by @sunnihope

Some Facts:

William's voice claim is canon Bill, but just imagine that it's softer, more gentle and sometimes stammering.

he's a sweetheart. A bit jittery and paranoid thanks to bullies and the incident that destroyed his livelihood, but a sweetie nonetheless, as he is a friend to all living things.

absolutely loves sweets, especially hot chocolate.

he has an especial soft spot for children

he doesn't like being unexpectedly touched, nor does he like his tail and horns being touched. (He gives children a slight exception.)

his tail behaves like an animal's, in that it wags when he's excited and curls inward when he's upset, among other things. It's even prehensile!

appreciates expected hugs and cuddles

sometimes the scar hurts, and he doesn’t know why.

when possessing someone, which isn’t often, their eyes turn a brilliant, haunting blue, like his eye.

he doesn’t like his occasional supernatural hunger (souls, flesh, blood). He’s taken to bringing pork around with him to sate it.

his eye becomes a full-on slit if he’s hungry or angry enough, the latter of which is extremely rare.

his extremely kind nature led him to develop powerful healing abilities, to the point that he can cure terminal and otherwise incurable diseases.

he has a stammer. He almost always did, but it got worse a while after the Shape Eater incident.

William doesn’t really sleep, and if he does drift off he can't sleep well because of nightmares, so his dark circle formed as a result of that.

unlike canon, he wasn’t trapped in a dream or nightmare realm, so he can physically exist in any dimension he hops into.

William despite being a triangle is also very intelligent, very observant, and has an excellent way with words, especially if his anxiety doesn't get in the way.

he was studying to be a governor before the dimension was flooded with Shape Eaters. He really wanted to change things.

his birthday doesn’t exist in his and other dimensional calendars. The Shape Eaters and the burst of power left little behind.

he actually isn’t the only survivor... he just thinks he is...

Family

William's family were very aristocratic, rivaling the higher ups. They were also very kind and happy people. But they and the higher ups (the powers that be), were often at odds because they wanted a change and the powers that be knew no other way for their society to be.

He is the third child out of seven, and all of them were fond of William because of how they were raised. Billy was often in charge of taking care of the younger and youngest with his older siblings' help when his parents went to work, since his parents thought he could learn a thing or two about caring for children.

Euclydian Society

Triangles are the lowest, only set to become infantry, slaves or homeless. They usually don't speak grammar properly, and are taken out of school or drop out before high school.

Squares and circles, William's family makeup, are higher up, despite squares having just one side more than a triangle. They get to be lawyers or priests in particular, but they're not exactly limited to these. In this dimension, it's also possible for squares and circles to birth a triangle, but not the other way around.

Stars are rare, and rectangles and pentagons are the same as circles, squares and rectangles. Other shapes also exist, of course.

Wiliam's family sought to change the society, almost always butting heads with the powers that be, who were often diamonds, but the powers that be knew no other way.

There are three planets. One for slaves and infantry, since no one wants to be associated with them. Only reason shapes go there is to hire a veteran or get a slave to do their bidding. Another belongs to the governors, the powers that be, because they're higher than everyone else. The last one is just shapes living together and doing their daily jobs and lessons and so on.

On each planet are warps, similar to the Warp Pads in Steven Universe, but slaves and infantry can't use them unless they're with someone who can. There's a magical signature embedded within every shape's frame, dictated by their family bloodlines, that either allows or disallows use. William still has the Solis signature even with his transformation into a demon, but for extra proof his family gifted him a tablet that also contains identification, since they knew the guards of each warp won't take kindly to a triangle having access.

The insignia on the back of his tablet is this:

It also pops up in energy readings in general. Every family has an insignia, and it's different for every single one.

Shape Eaters

The Shape Eaters are vile, mindless creatures like the Heartless, only caring about eating shapes and destruction. A realm that has even one in it is doomed. They aren’t really supposed to exist. But they do. Only those affected by the Shape Eater Factor can truly kill them, and they become light gray ashes when they die. 

If a Shape Eater contacts a shape without killing them, the shape gets these powerful abilities akin to a demon, based on their interests, and thus transform into a demon; they also get the ability to dimension-hop and basic abilities such as shields and deflection, possession, shapeshifting, etc.

Involvement in Gravity Falls

William Solis met Ford around the time canon Bill met with Ford, only not in a dream. The demon met Ford when the man was sleeping against a tree. He sensed that the guy was troubled with other issues since he looked peaceful in sleep, and waited beside him for him to wake up. Ford at first thought he was dreaming when he woke up, but Billy assured him that wasn’t the case. They talked, and Billy offered to help with anything Ford needed. And he did genuinely help—patching Stan’s and Ford’s relationship back up, helping Fiddleford and Stanford with their studies on weirdness, helping Fiddleford cope with the weirdness around, and eventually, after Ford expressed interest in seeing other dimensions, helped create a true Interdimensional Portal*, marking Ford and everyone involved a star in Oddology. The Pines and McGucket families flourished with this. Eventually, Ford began to think of Billy more as a fellow Pines than a Muse because of how close they became and all the issues Billy single-handedly fixed, and offered that he could come visit Gravity Falls at any time. 

As a result, the memory gun and the Blind Eye don’t exist, and the people of Gravity Falls are much more competent.

* The possibility of parallel selves touching causing the dimension to fizzle out doesn't exist here. If what PF said about it was even true.

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[trippinsorrows]

I was thinking about LTYE on my way to work (totally normal right?) And I was giggling remembering Roman and Solana's first kiss in Roman's office 🥹 and I think is so cute that this 39 years old mafia boss was kissing someone he cares about for the very first time in his life 😭 like when you think about it, the slow burn, the letters, texts, "first" ever, between Sol and Ro, is the cutest thing ever cause what do you mean they're not high school sweethearts 🤭 idk I just love it, they deserve it

not you thinking about this fictional story on the way to work, friend omg 😭😭😭😭 but yes, i absolutely love the build up to where roman and solana are now. from roman calling solana "weak," to poor solana being terrified of roman, scared that he was going to be abusive too, roman gifting solana dulce because she always wanted a dog, the growth from letters to texts to verbal communication. it's all just been so 🥺🥺🥺🥺 they've truly come so far and have been through so much already. they just deserve to be happy. 🥺🥺🥺

[00katrinka00]

Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #49

Dear Diary, Well, term break is almost over. The last three weeks have been absolutely amazing, I feel like I learned so much about music, and I definitely think I'm a much better singer and song writer after the last few weeks. My mom will be here soon to pick me up. -Violet

While Mads headed to Del Sol Valley to pick Violet up, Nat came over to help Leo pack, so he'd be ready to move to college in the morning. "I'm so excited for you to go, but it's making me sad at the same time," she admitted. "I can come back any weekend, just tell me when."

"I can always come to Britechester too," Nat pulled her phone out. "I just have to find a weekend my mothers are free to watch Sawyer." "Whatever works for you," Leo told her. "It might be a bit easier to be alone if I come visit you," Nat explained.

"Speaking of being alone," Nat scooted a bit closer to him. "If you know what I mean…" Leo let out a nervous laugh, "I think I do understand what you mean." "LEO!" shouted a voice from behind the door.

A moment later, Lacy burst through the door. "I need your advice." "About what?" he asked clearly annoyed. "Bad timing much?" "What do I do about Owen?" "What happened with Owen?" he asked. "You two are friends." "Yes, and?" "What do I do?" "ABOUT WHAT?" "He didn't tell you?"

Lacy explained everything that had happened at the pier a few weeks ago. "If you like him, just tell him that," Nat tried to advise her. "I can't though," Lacy said. "Then what do you want him to do?" Nat asked. "I don't know," Lacy complained. "That's where Leo comes in."

Violet burst through the front door. "HELLO!" she yelled. "THE FAVORITE CHILD IS BACK." When nobody came rushing to greet her, Violet frowned. "I've only been gone for three weeks on the other side of the save file, and nobody missed me?" she called out.

Ethan came down the stairs. "Sorry sweetheart. was putting the twins down for a nap. It's been a hectic day." "I'm home now though! I can tell you all about my trip!" "I'd love to hear about it, but I have some chores to finish, can we talk about this during dinner." "Sure."

Soon, Lacy burst into the room. "Hey!" she exclaimed. "How was it? I bet Del Sol was amazing, you need to tell me all about it!" "Finally, someone is excited to hear what I have to say!" Violet quickly recanted all of her tales from Del Sol Valley. "So, what about you?" she asked

"So, yeah," Lacy finished. "I really don't know what to do about Owen, and he leaves for college tomorrow." "First off," Violet began. "This Maggie sounds like a bitch, and second of all, why did you go to Leo of all people for advice?" Lacy shrugged, "I don't know."

The girls headed upstairs so Violet could get unpacked. When she was finished, they sat down on the couch. "Seriously, though," Lacy asked. "What do I do?" "I'm going to be real with you for a second," Violet admitted.

"I know how much you like Owen, although I don't understand why," "Vi!" "Okay, okay," Violet rolled her eyes. "Seriously though, if you aren't willing to fix all of your problems in order to be with him, then I think you have to let him walk away." "I don't want to hurt him."

"I know you don't want to hear this, but that's exactly why I think you need to let him walk away. Stringing him along is just going to hurt him more." "What if he marries Maggie?" Lacy asked. "We're 17, it's a little early to be thinking about marriage," said Violet, horrified.

Lacy let out an agonizing sigh, "I guess you're right," she grudgingly agreed. "Oh," said Violet. "I know I am."

[liviavanrouge]

Schoenheit Family

???: OUCH! FATHER!!!

Vil: Anne, we do not scream, you will ruin your voice

Anne: Sorry....

Golden: *Fixes his sons hair* Hunter, we do not hit our siblings

Vil: *Fixes Anne's ponytail, a small smile on his face* Daisy sweetheart, do show us your newest painting

Golden: We heard from your teacher that it was a masterpiece...

Daisy: Okay Papa, Okay Father *Turns and hurries away, returning with her painting*

Golden: *Chuckles, smiling at the painting of a sunset* Gorgeous, absolutely astounding!

Vil: That's my girl!

Anne: Father, is it our turn

Vil: *Smiles, sitting down in a comfy chair* Yes, sing me your wonderful song

Golden: *Sits on his knees, resting his head on Vil's lap*

Vil: *Chuckles, patting Goldens head*

Hunter: *Pops his joints then starts playing the piano*

Anne: Do mi sol do do sol mi do! Every truly cultured music student knows~

Vil: *Smiles, nodding along*

Anne: You must learn your scales and your arpeggios, finger music ringing from your chest and not your nose

Anne: While you sing your scales and your arpeggios~

Vil: *Beckons to Hunter, getting a nod from the child*

Hunter: If your faithful to your daily practicing~ You will find your progress is encouraging!

Vil: *Perks up then nods when Hunter got it right looking proud*

Hunter: Do mi sol me do mi sol me fa la sol, it goes, when you do your scales and your arpeggios

Anne: Do mi so do- *Stops and glares at Daisy as her sister tugged on her sleeve*

Vil: *Smiles, picking Daisy up*

Anne and Vil: Do mi sol do do sol mi do~ Do mi sol do do sol mi do~ Though at first it seems as though it doesn't show!

Anne and Vil: *Smiles at the other, Golden chuckling* Like a tree, ability will bloom and grow!

Anne, Vil, Golden and Daisy: If you're smart you'll learn by heart what every artist knows~

Vil and Anne: You must sing your scales!

Vil, Golden, Anne, Hunter and Daisy: And your arpeggios~~~~~

Golden: *Yelps, Daisy grabbing his hair*

Daisy: Sorry Papa, I almost fell!

Golden: *Chuckles in amusement* It's alright

Vil: You children did so well!! I'm so proud!

Hunter: Thanks Father

Daisy: Thank you Father

Anne: *Smiles looking flustered*

Vil: *Smiles, watching the three kids practice their song again*

[cocoelle]

Morgan: This Hotel is amazing Kane.

Kane: It's okay. I've always stayed here when the guys and I are in Del Sol Valley.

Morgan: Wow, this room is something else hun.

Kane: Haha, you're too cute babe. I'm gonna go put our luggage in the bedroom, why don't you call home and see how the babies are doing?

Morgan: Good idea, I miss them and need to see them.

Morgan: Hi Ma, we made it to the hotel safe and sound. How are Knox and Kailee? I miss them so much.

Martha: How was the flight sweetheart? I'm gonna need a lot of pictures from you two. And Knox and Kailee are just fine sweetheart, stop worrying haha.

Morgan: I can't help it Ma, it's my first time away from them. Can you bring the phone to them? I need to see them.

Martha: Yes sweetheart.

Morgan: There are our babies, Daddy and I miss you so much. You be good for Nana and Papa, Daddy and I will be home in no time.

Martha: Feeling better now sweetheart? Hi Kane, good luck at the awards.

Kane: Hey Martha, thanks again for watching Knox and Kailee. We can't wait to get home.

Martha: Don't worry so much boys, Knox and Kailee will be absolutely fine. Now go and enjoy Del Sol Valley and the time alone. We will see you when you get home.

Morgan: Ok Ma, I'll call you in the morning. Love you.

Kane: Why don't we get changed and do a little sightseeing? It's still pretty early in the day.

Morgan: That sounds like a good idea hun.

Kane: Let's go have some fun babe.

Morgan: Right behind you husband.

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[ultimatecutenesspeaks]

Angel yeah my twin sis I’m haven’t see her in such a long time and I don’t think she will recognize me I’m mean she is always where a sweetheart so there no way she is in hell I’m pretty sure she is in heaven she will absolutely adore to meet you so much sol you are very much a sweetheart just like she is you cute little thing as he squish sol cheeks happily

*Sol chuckles at that as he nods in understanding, giggling happily as Angel starts squishing his cheeks.*

Sol: Ah, I see. She sounds really lovely, Angie! I would absolutely adore meeting her too. Hehe awww, thank you for saying that, Anthony. My pretty boy. 🥰

[pathoscleaved]

Just have to GUSH about this because @valour-bound and I collaborated on this wonderful main verse thread banner. My sweetheart took my concept/the original edit and really spruced it up. When I saw this, I happy stimmed for a good fifteen minutes.

The color - oh, it is wonderful. The red thread, the spider web, the badges. The overall composition. Sol is an absolutely amazing digital artist (they also have EXCEPTIONAL art that they draw on their blog, though they post their doodles and other drawings on Chris, as well ) and it was such a treat to recieve this back, because wow.

Upon the news that they were returning, Wesker and I had gotten exceptionally excited, as though I had had Wesker for years as a muse (recently realized I have mused him since I was the age of twelve, and thus, he is the oldest muse I have), he had made the decision to return to roleplay in the first place, because of Sol's wonderfully written Chris. And so, Wesker has been buzzing with excitement! This has led to a surge of muse across the board, though my work picked up on top of everything + it has been easier for me to mess around in Photoshop with such low mental energy.

But, back to Sol. I just want to gush also about their writing, which challenges me to write sensory-based scenes. I am so used to going internal on muses I write, especially Wesker, that Sol's beautiful, interlacing & detail-filled work really makes me put my terminal degree to use. I can see how they craft scenes using their eye for art, how they weave it into their writing so seamlessly - and though they can be so hard on themselves, their writing is honestly some of the most beautiful writing I've ever read. (I fell in love with you through your writing, lovebug, and you know I can be picky. In truth, I am in awe of you, and you write better than me, in my eyes.)

Sol and I are a matched set. In our main verse lore, they are each other's other halves; this dynamic feeds Wesker's muse so mightily, and allows him to better engage on the blog as well. I could honestly not find a better writer (or partner ♥️) to do this with. I am so grateful.

[ludic-nebula-collective]

Possible(?) Headmate List

I've been thinking about the gang today. I haven't really popped off about them yet, but I like the idea of a masterpost for everyone.

I'll try to put everyone in order of how prominent they were during their time. TW - IFS / Internal Family Systems mention: They were the parts I made during IFS that had a bit more autonomy than they should've and the main reason why I'm questioning so much. (I've mentioned in my pinned post that I don't agree with IFS as a practice and don't condone it, but these guys are very important to me.)

Masterpost under the cut!

Syren "Sy" 💫 ➺ based on my love of astronomy ➺ it/sol/voi/they + mirrors ➺ a living star, has both a more human and more star-like form ➺ was most often around when I was dissociating ➺ wasn't really the nicest, but it meant well

Maera ✨ ➺ based on my love of animals, mythology, and space ➺ she/it/they/star/woo/kit/🐕/🐾 + mirrors ➺ she's based on Canis Minor! blond border collie girl! ➺ always happy and always hyperactive, she's a sweetheart ➺ made me raise a brow when I realized she didn't seem to represent any negative "part" of me...

Evren "Ev" 🍯 ➺ based on my love of pastels, learning, "kawaii"/soft things, and possibly cartoons? ➺ ey/ve/ne/they/she ➺ I've been trying to see if these "parts" are more personas than other people, that's why this account is framed around one ➺ a demon in a human skin, but you wouldn't know if ey didn't have eir horns :) ➺ one of the ones that popped up cuz my brain said "hey, this guy's here too" out of nowhere lmao

Raine 🌧️ ➺ based on my love of oceanography and marine biology ➺ ve/xe/they/she ➺ human-adjacent, ve grow spikes on ver body (especially on ver head like a tiara) when ver angry ➺ ve mask quite a bit, more than any of the others ➺ ve also like to go by Marsh! it's like a screen name for ven

Homura 🔥 ➺ based on my strong Pyra (Xenoblade Chronicles 2) kin and my love of vtubers ➺ she/they/fie/e ➺ she's a lady with short reddish hair and circular glasses. the tips of her hair burn slightly ➺ the mom friend of the group, but she usually lets people walk all over her... ➺ if she was a vtuber, she'd call her viewers her sparks!

Saige 🌱 ➺ based on my Ground-type Miku (Project Voltage) kin and my love of the desert, botany, and the song Sand Planet ➺ dune/fie/kit/she ➺ green hair and deep pink eyes, like the flower on a cactus ➺ the one that pops up when someone needs brutal honesty ➺ kind of a hardass, but done absolutely means well

Juno / Lyra "LJ" 🥤 ➺ based on my love of Pokémon and possibly silly/colorful things? ➺ e/they/bu/🫧/she ➺ eir the middle stage between Marill and Azumarill, but as a human girlie ➺ here's where we get to the ones that weren't/aren't present enough to have a lot of info. I think e's pretty goofy, though ➺ couldn't decide between the two names, so e use both!

Wrenly "Wren" 🥀 ➺ based on my love of weirdcore as a genre ➺ xe/ink/voi/star/wy/it ➺ a tall, lanky, possibly staticky creature that's both mute and nonscribal ➺ xer whole thing was like. I can feel them physically inside me. is that weird? xe would claw at my stomach whenever i felt dysphoric or dysmorphic

Angel 💗 ➺ gonna be real, I don't really know what she's based on. my brain told me one day that I had another dog girl in me, so here she is lmao ➺ she/her, possibly more? ➺ a shel-Aussie dog girl! ➺ literally would just. make yapping noises. I'm dead serious. we love her for it, though

Sidney "Syd" 🗡️ ➺ based on my gender expression (feminine enby) and love of punk aesthetics and heavier music ➺ they/xe/ey/ne/fie/ink/voi ➺ they have two appearances based on their gender expression, but they're mostly a taller woman with shorter white hair and blue eyes ➺ wasn't really around. I think it was because they were suffering in silence

Addison 💾 ➺ based on my love of tech ➺ wy/ey/ce/ne/it/they ➺ I've never really been able to see or interact with the headspace, but I've realized it's a series of interconnected planets in its own solar system (if it exists). wy is the one that created it ➺ wy is a living computer program, so wy powers down as a means of running from their problems and trauma. I haven't really heard anything from wir at all

??? 🦗 ➺ also based on my love of Pokémon ➺ they/them ➺ I don't really know if they're here, but I wondered for a while if LJ had eir own part based on a shiny Lurantis OC I have

That's the crew! Again, I'm still not sure if they count as headmates or not, but while they were created to be parts of me to help me get through my trauma, they were very much their own people that only really "fronted" during specific times. It's all very confusing, but they still mean a hell of a lot to me.

If anyone has any questions on or for any of them, feel free to leave a comment!

[unbeatable-champ]

Oh, can I ever!

I've two Dragon Types, and three dragons total. That would be Achilles, my Dragapult, Marie, my Haxorus, and the ever beloved Sol, my Charizard.

Achilles is a darling, but he's a tendency to act like he's still the size of my hand. A darling, nonetheless.

Marie is a tough girl, that's for certain. She's ruined quite a few attempts at my title, and I couldn't be more proud of her. She's a bit aggressive for a Haxorus, but every Pokémon is different! She's still quite sweet when she wants to be.

Sol is my first partner, and an absolute sweetheart. He's awful strict, sometimes, but he's a good lad. I wouldn't be where I am now without him!

People on here like talking right? Tell me about your dragon type pokemon

Maybe it’ll distract me a bit

[malvidia]

it’s here and it’s completely and utterly wonderful  !  i commissioned the ever fantastic @solkorra for a piece of everyone’s favorite rabbit boy and here he is  !  thank you once again for being so patient with me and i hope you fair well in this odd month of quarantine. everyone say thank you sol for doing us the service for drawing alex  !