#thought that I hadn't adopted many this year but there were 6

[kinzstyle-outlet]

hadn't updated my pets page in a while- I'm up to 187!

the newest additions I hadn't listed:

Cog the Chameleon

Carol the Mistletoe Mouse

Sugar the Cotton Candy Bunny

Rune the Raven

Linen the Buttons Bear

Laney the Otter Pup

Queso the Tuxedo Chihuahua

Tristan the Rockhopper Penguin

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The Best News of Last Week - June 26, 2023

1. California's Lake Oroville now at 100% capacity following megadrought; 1st time since 2019

Once a stark example of the drastic effects of California's yearslong megadrought, Lake Oroville has rebounded and is once again filled to capacity, data from the state's Department of Water Resources shows.

Lake Oroville, the state's most beleaguered and second-largest reservoir, is at 100% of its total capacity and 127% of where it should be around this time of year - a huge boost after the climate-change-fueled megadrought sucked away nearly all its water supply.

2. Blue whales are thriving in California waters – the story of their amazing comeback

If you’ve recently taken a Southern California whale-watching tour, you may have been lucky enough to come across earth’s largest animal. Pacific blue whales grow up to 110 feet long and can reach a weight of 200 tons. Decades ago, blue whales were nearly hunted to extinction, and although still listed as protected under the Endangered Species Act, marine biologists and researchers are heralding a “conservation success story,” unlike any other.

According to a study published in 2014 by researchers at the University of Washington, the West Coast blue whale population has bounced back at tremendous levels, recouping 97% of its pre-whaling population

3. Newborn left in Florida Safe Haven Baby Box adopted by the firefighter who found her

Zoey is now 5 months old. Courtesy Zoey's family

A firefighter in Ocala, Florida, was pulling an overnight shift at the station in January when he was awakened at 2 a.m. by an alarm. He recognized the sound immediately. A newborn had been placed in the building’s Safe Haven Baby Box, a device that allows someone to safely and anonymously surrender a child — no questions asked.

“To be honest, I thought it was a false alarm,” said the firefighter, who wished to remain anonymous to protect his family’s privacy. But when he opened the box, he discovered a healthy infant wrapped in a pink blanket.

That baby would become his daughter, Zoey.

4. Iceland suspends whale hunt on animal welfare concerns

Iceland's government said Tuesday it was suspending this year's whale hunt until the end of August due to animal welfare concerns, likely bringing the controversial practice to a historic end.

"I have taken the decision to suspend whaling" until August 31, Food Minister Svandis Svavarsdottir said in a statement. The country's last remaining whaling company, Hvalur, had previously said this would be its final season as the hunt has become less profitable.

5. He wanted to pet dogs for his 100th birthday. Hundreds lined up.

Alison Moore had a unique idea to celebrate her father's 100th birthday: a pet parade filled with as many dogs as possible. Her father, Robert Moore, has always adored dogs and wanted to pet every one he saw. So, Alison took to social media and invited the community to join in the festivities. Little did she know that over 200 dogs and their owners would gather for the heartwarming event.

The parade brought immense joy not only to Robert but also to attendees like Rodger, who has Alzheimer's disease, and his daughter Denise, who hadn't seen her father smile so much in a long time. It was a day filled with wagging tails, smiling faces, and love that made Robert's milestone birthday an unforgettable celebration.

6. Historic decision: Estonia legalizes same-sex marriage

Tuesday, the Estonian government has survived a vote of no confidence in the Riigikogu tied to amendments to the Family Law Act and related legislation, which is granting same-sex couples the legal right to wed. 55 members of the Riigikogu voted in favor of the measure, while 34 voted against.

It is proposed that the institution of marriage, as defined by family law, be modified so that  any two natural persons of legal age, regardless of gender, may marry. The words "man and woman" will be replaced with the words "two natural persons."

7. US approves chicken made from cultivated cells, the nation's first 'lab-grown' meat

For the first time, U.S. regulators on Wednesday approved the sale of chicken made from animal cells, allowing two California companies to offer “lab-grown” meat to the nation’s restaurant tables and eventually, supermarket shelves.

The Agriculture Department gave the green light to Upside Foods and Good Meat, firms that had been racing to be the first in the U.S. to sell meat that doesn’t come from slaughtered animals — what’s now being referred to as “cell-cultivated” or “cultured” meat as it emerges from the laboratory and arrives on dinner plates.

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Attack On Titan characters as Parents

Note: I haven't really watched attack on titan in years, so I'm sure all of these characters are gonna be OOC ALSO i am making it so everyone survived in the end and they all got their happy ending because these babies deserve it

WARNINGS: fem!reader, brief mentions of past trauma, mentions of miscarriage, very brief mention of the birthing process,

Eren

Eren was so traumatized after what his father did, he almost had a break down when you told him you were pregnant. It took him a couple weeks, and many, many late night talks with Armin until he was willing to try to be there for you. Eren was so nervous and worried he was going to be just like his father but the moment he saw his kid, everything just clicked. He was so gentle with them and always made time to talk and play with them during the day. As they got older, their bond grew even closer as Daddy and Aunt Mikasa took them out hunting every couple of weeks. Eren is an amazing father who despite everything he went through, made damn sure to do better for his child.

Armin

Armin never imagined having children, it just wasn't something he saw in his future. that was, until you came into his life and changed everything. When your little bundle of joy was born, Armin was in tears. He couldn't help but admire them and want to give them everything. Since then, Armin has done everything to nurture their ideas and passions. He even took them to the sea and let them play around. He wanted them to grow up with everything he couldn't have (aka, parents) so he did everything he could to stick around. Armin turned down multiple high government positions just to stay close to you and his child. Armin is the parent we all need in our lives.

Mikasa

When you approached Mikasa with the idea of wanting to adopt, she was speechless. Ever since her parents were killed, she never thought about having children. However, she loved you so much that she wanted to at least try. After all, she wasn't exactly motherly (at least that's what she will tell people) When Hange introduced you two to a young child (maybe 5 or 6) from the underground Mikasa's heart melted. She saw herself in this child so much that her protective instincts kicked in. She was so protective of this child, no one, and i mean no one besides you could be left alone with them. Even if it was armin or Eren, Mikasa was always in the room, one second away from glaring the other person into the next century. Mikasa really warmed up to the idea of being a parent and fit into the role well.

Jean

Jean was the one of the only in the group who wanted to still have kids. He knew what he wanted from life and was damned if some suicidal maniac was going to stop him. So when you were giving birth, Jean made sure he was right next to you, holding your hand and encouraging you the entire time. Even though you did scream at him "this is your fault! If i live through this i am going to KILL you Kirstein!" (the nurses thought that it was funny) But once your child was here, nothing else mattered. Once you were able to leave the hospital and go home, all Jean did was take your kid around and show off. Constantly saying "look at what i did" or "aren't they just gorgeous like their mom?" He always had something to brag about (even if the thing wasn't brag worthy), to Jean, anything your child did was amazing. Jean is very much the parent to scream at the back of the room while their kid is performing and embarrass the shit out of them.

Connie

Connie hadn't given having kids much thought. Afterall, he didn't even know if he'd be surviving long enough to be given that option. But once you told him you were pregnant, he was over the moon! Connie didn't let you move a muscle, ever. You need something from the top shelf? He's getting the stepstool. You want some food? He's already getting the ingredients out. And when you went into labor, he was right by your side. He let you squeeze his hand as hard as you needed to, and he made sure you were given everything possible to make birth as comfortable as it could be. Connie was so overwhelmed with love once he laid eyes on your child, the only time he let you hold them was when they needed to be fed. Connie got up to soothe them during the night, claiming it was the least he could do since you went though the pain of giving birth. Connie was there at every single milestone for their life, and he was never, ever going to stop being there for them; or for you.

Sasha

Oh boy, Sasha is the cool mom. When you two first adopted your child, she was admittedly a little awkward around them. But, after many late night snacks and a few bad cooking experiences, Sasha blossomed into a wonderful mom. She made sure they were eating properly and always had snacks on her. Your kids friends know that they will eat good when Sasha is around, and you two have become THE family. Sasha does tend to spoil them and say "yes" practically every time they ask for something, but they never try to manipulate that. You and Sasha both make sure your kid is kind and humble and thoughtful. With Sasha at your side, nothing is impossible and raising a child together was the best decision you two ever made.

Levi

Levi initially turned down the idea of having kids. Claiming that he was not fit to be a father, but fate wasn't having it. When you found out you were pregnant, you were worried to tell Levi. You knew he didn't want kids and you had grown to be content with that. What would he say when he found out? Would he leave you? Those thoughts sent you spiraling when Hange eventually let the cat out of the bag. Levi was silent but you could see in his eyes that was he happy. Even though he didn't want kids, he knew he wanted you. If that meant having to raise another brat then so be it. At first, he did the basics, changed their diapers, fed them, etc. But he never truly bonded with them until they were older and confided to Levi that they felt like an outsider looking in. He listened and did his best to offer advice and words of wisdom that might help. From then on, Levi was so much more involved and made sure that they were getting the life they deserved.

Erwin

Erwin was possibly the most excited to be a father. After everything, when things began settling down he approached you with the idea of trying for kids. At first you were the hesitating one, but Erwin was able to convince you to at least think about it. After a while, you were on board and baby, he got to work. It was along road, you had a miscarriage and that was demoralizing. Erwin made sure to support you the entire time. He understood that you may not want to try again and he was okay with that. It took you a year or so after for you to want to try again. But eventually, with enough effort and support, you gave birth to a beautiful baby. Erwin was in love with your child the moment he laid eyes on them. He spoiled them as much as he could, whenever he could. He was a dotting husband, and even more dotting father.

Hange

Oh boy, Hange is.. enthusiastic to say the least. They see it as a new experiment, at first. Hange takes your pulse every day, they measure how much you eat as well as your weight. When you gave birth, they were overwhelmed. There was a beautiful little bundle wrapped up in your arms and all Hange wanted was to hold them. Hange was so careful that you almost had to do a double-take. They held your child so gently, like glass. From then on, it was like the whole world vanished for them. They prioritized being there and being a parent over anything. Hange recorded all the milestones (first steps, first word, first tooth, etc) but they also recorded every other moment (like when they babbled for the first time, or when they first rolled over). But to Hange, they were all important moments.

[findmeinthefallair]

I hadn't spotted these a year ago:

Oh my god, guys???!!! Parallels:

2. These are the same face - the Depression Face.

It tugs at my heart like nothing else, because...

3. Oooh never paid attention to this:

4. These lil' guys were moving and animated while sleeping here, aww:

5. The screenshot below, to me, is foreshadowing that Hunter may have expressed his wish to study at Hexside...but once that wish is actually granted, he too is gonna be depressed - at school, specifically - for months, and frustrated that he simply cannot be enthusiastic about classes the way he initially hoped. He'll push and push himself and judge himself for why he "can't even" enjoy lessons he's supposed to be excited about:

6. Do you think they took Hunter to the zoo's bird hall, before he carved Waffles (I personally view it as a good element of exposure therapy)? :

7. People usually put the S1 screenshot of Luz drawing light glyphs, next to the one with Flapjack fading away...but I saw this too:

It makes me wanna chew extra recycled cardboard about Luz and Flapjack parallels, specifically. Because of what they both offered to the world, if you think about it:

8. If Camila went through an outfit change like this in her nightmare:

Imagine the mayhem of Hunter's many nightmares with his many outfits :S

9. A really good reference for how Hunter healed pre-timeskip, is this sequence, where the order has been altered a bit below:

(who knows, maybe Willow recorded a lot of vids of him on her scroll T___T)

10. Wow this sums up the show doesn't it:

11. Ugh you can't tell me that...they wouldn't have had a similar-ish mirror scene with Waffles and older Hunter to these, if we had a full S3 or more seasons:

Him approaching a mirror with no palisman beside him...I can't imagine how that was in those horrible months. (Maybe he does this before heading out to conduct a Palisman Adoption Day)

12. I feel really happy, confidently believing that he unlearned this body language:

in the presence of adults, especially his new parental figures. Coercive control wasn't a dominating theme in his life anymore. And while we didn't see it onscreen, he would've found the space to even initiate connection via physical touch with his parents, like what Luz naturally does here:

I say "physical touch" specifically, because to quote @idlescree's amazing video analyses, Hunter's own physical body - not just his mind - was the ultimate and most intimate battleground for Belos to exert control, by possessing Hunter and using him as a puppet in the most direct way possible. So for Hunter to get physically close to family to express love after Flapjack's death, in spite of terrible spooky thoughts that he might still gravely injure others...that isn't a small feat at all.

13. I think his casual sweater is a plain gold colour, and his cosplay outfit has its yellow colour: because he's still influenced by Belos.

The black of the wolf tee and in the cosplay, feel to me like foreshadowing of his post-possession grief. Even after Flapjack is gone, Hunter still thinks about Belos and is still walking around in the same cosplay outfit. His newfound freedom and healing is reflected in his timeskip design (calm midtones of orange and blue): when Belos has no more hold on him via a painful history. We would see a progression from the predominant darkness of the black colour to those peaceful midtones on his clothing.

14. Best one saved for last! It's a headcanon, but I draw a few connections. @childlikegoblinqueen and I were talking about him likely returning to the place where poor Flapjack was slain, even if it takes a number of years before he can do so. Waffles will be with him.

Imagine...instead of running frantically in the night:

he calmly strolls during a beautiful Halloween evening, with autumn leaves blowing in the wind once again:

There are no horrors awaiting him, and very importantly, he can believe that.

And he visits the spot at the lake, and puts his hand to his chest:

but for once, he can smile while doing that specific gesture. All the times that he has put a hand to his heart in the show, he wasn't smiling (link). He then leaves and then returns to his family (walking in the opposite direction of the portal above) to have an actually joyful Halloween celebration.

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

My Hand Was The One You Reached For

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Warnings: angst with a tiny bit of happiness, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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Takes place a few years after Bruce adopted Dick and a few before Dick left. Y/N, also from a big and prominent Gotham family, and Bruce have been together for 6, going on 7, years

I haven't posted in a while...still not really back but decided to make this.

Based off of her new and technically unreleased song, You're Losing Me by Taylor Swift and her song The Great War

Part 2 here

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

Y/N Y/L/N and Bruce Wayne. Two of the biggest socialites in Gotham. Coming from two of the biggest families in the city. No one was surprised when they got together. But what did surprise everyone was how private they kept their relationship. Especially when they considered the fact that Y/N had had many well-publicized relationships beforehand and Bruce had been a known playboy. So when they made it to the 5-year mark, everyone thought they would. Everyone including Y/N, who would still always smile and blush when talking about Bruce.

But it was after that that things started to go downhill. People said things that would get to Y/N, but Bruce acted like it didn't even bother him. She would sit there, begging him to do something to remind everyone that he was hers and not someone else's. To stop making this relationship seem like only one person was in it. To acknowledge the cheating reports and stop telling just her that it wasn't true. To tell every fucking person who thought they were allowed in their relationship that he hadn't cheated on her.

To just do something that made it no longer feel delirious.

But now here they were, on the verge of the 7th anniversary, staring at one another. She stood in front of him in a room that she hardly recognized, in front of a man who she hardly recognized. A man who just kept going on and on about how this was inevitable. She was getting tired of it all. Tired of putting up a front when the cameras were out just to fall when they were gone. But now she was starting to think he just nailed the final blow.

After all her signals, the signs, everything that she gave the man, she thought that they would make it. That this all would not be for naught. That they would make it out in the end. And now he was standing there saying that he knew they had been going down for a while now. That it was bound to happen in the end.

She tried to find anything that would make her heart feel for the relationship, but she couldn't. She could find nothing. Not in Bruce. Not in his home. Not even in Dick.

She raised her hands and placed them gingerly on his chest. "Please, Bruce. Please just stop." She looked up at him, "Stop and look at me." She begged him. Pleaded for him to look at her finally. So when he finally looked at her for what felt like the first time in months, she saw a man whose eyes were void of any love previously held from her. "Bruce, you're losing me. Please, just stop."

"Maybe it's for the better then."

"Bruce."

"I'm being honest here--"

She stopped him, "Let's get through the night, okay? Please. Let's go downstairs to that party, make it through, then talk afterwards."

He looked at her incredulously before his face softened and he nodded. "Okay, alright. But as soon as it's over, we're coming back to this."

She nodded, "Yeah, I promise."

He slowly walked away from her, but his hand stayed lingering by hers. And for a moment, a brief moment, she felt like they could make it through. Felt like they could make it through this "war."

[ashen-sky]

The magic trio give me so many feelings, the bigest of which is Ahhhhhhh/pos.

SPOILERS BELOW

Like, Lyney not being mad that Fremi was going against father but that Fremi didn't ask for help? Him making Fremi promise not to let anyone else get involved and then Lynette showing up and calling everyone an idiot? Fremi used to call Lyney brother?!

Honestly the difference between Father's house and Mother's house is so clear. The way Lyney was confused at everything Clervie said about test subjects and execution. Also Arlechino's line in her demo about the hearth no longer being needed. Sure the current house is still a little twisted, but only because she is the Knave and they are Fatui.

Also, whatever the Fatui are planning??? And Childe, please take a god damn break!

Khaenri'an Arlechinno confirmed??

Always happy to hear more about Childe's family and its just as sweet to hear Arlechino talk about her children.

Honestly Arlechino is a lot like Childe, sure she's done some fucked up shit but she's not evil persay. She's definitely redeemable, just like Scaramouche/Wanderer. Dottore on the other hand...

Project Stuzh is probably about the final battle with Celestia, looks like the magic trio will be making an appearance then.

As soon as Lyney said the one guy had someone he was interested in I knew Arlechino hadn't killed him! And listening to her metaphor while talking to Neuvilette, it's so sweet. Prejudice serves Arlechino well, the children are afraid to betray the house they just assume they know what truly counts as betrayal.

Another reason i would say Arlechino can be redeemed is because she sees herself as the villain, she does not try to justify her actions beyond not repeating the past. She will not be Mother. That is her only promise.

Abyss Arlechino?!

So Lyney is who she wants to be the next king! I saw that coming, but I do think the misdirection of always having her with Fremi was a nice touch. This quest didn't go at all how I thought it might, I saw a theory about how the Traveler would help "kill" the Knave so that the house would be free of the Fatui. Then everyone could get the life they wanted. But this, I like this ending.

I hope Peruer and Clervie can meet again someday.

Side note, Arlechino is only like, 6 or 7 years older than the magic trio?! Cause she was around 17 when she killed Crucabina, Fremi joined between Clervie and Crucabina's deaths, and Lyney and Lynette were adopted a few months after Crucabina's death. So if the twins were around 10 when they joined the house, if I'm remembering correctly, the Arle is super super young.

[mageofseven]

hi, I have a few (several) questions about the DiaLuce story. TW: adverse childhood experiences, generational trauma

1.) For MC’s pregnancy, why can’t they just take her back and forth from the human world to the devildom to moderate the amount of dark energy she absorbs to slow down her pregnancy? Wouldn’t that be easier on her body than the rapid pregnancy?

2.) Why didn’t MC notice they were pregnant before coming back to the devildom? Did they still get something that resembled a period? Did she not have any symptoms? Or did she have symptoms and simply assume it was stress?

3.) Whose further along in their pregnancy? Día or MC? Or is the amount of time for a demon pregnancy different from a human one?

4.) Who’s baby is going to be born first? Or will they be born at the same time? Personally, I’m on team Día because I think that Satan seeing it, as well as seeing Día and Lucifer during it, would really give him something to reflect on as a to-be-father and as a person who didnt know what it meant to be properly loved by a father until he was already an adult, who didn’t get to experience a healthy childhood, and as someone who had been through so much at such a young age. Just him really getting a moment to not just mourn the loss of his childhood but then gain the determination he has to make sure that the generational trauma cycle ends with him.

1.) Because that would literally be like hitting the pause button and when she comes back, it will just be worse. The human world doesn't "moderate" the dark energy she absorbs, it halts it all together because the dark energy in the human world is not condensed enough and also mixed with light energy, the very opposite of what her demon baby needs.

2.) Though pregnant woman don't technically have periods, they can still bleed and have spotting. This was probably concerning to MC, but she probably thought the stress of her grandma's death and taking care of the aftermath caused her period to go a bit wonky and assumed it would fix itself eventually.

3.) That is a difficult question because of various factors:

MC's rushed pregnancy. If she hadn't been in the human world for so long, she'd be about 8 months pregnant by now. Physically speaking, her belly is still not quite that of an 8 months pregnant woman.

Diavolo is different than other demons as a member of the Royal Family and a descendant of the Devil themselves. Her pregnancy isn't like that of other demons even.

Because of this, there are many unknowns. All pregnancies in her family have overlapping similarities, but also each woman's is different. There's really no set time for a royal pregnancy, though I do still use month descriptors to describe the size of her belly and to explain how long she's been pregnant.

After 4 months of pregnancy, Dia looked as if she was 8 months along. Because of the medicine, at now 5 months she now looks like she is 5 or 6 months along in comparison to a normal pregnancy.

Dia's pregnancy has been set back just like MC's though in a different way of course.

For Dia, it's not a time mark she has to hit, but a development mark. Her body is putting in the literal strength of the Devil into her baby, meaning her child will be born depending on whenever her body can complete that feat.

That could be tomorrow. That could be three months from now. Hell, it could technically be next year. All of this would be considered normal for a pregnancy of her lineage.

So yeah, not an easy question to answer, but if you adopt your own perspective on the matter than it'll be just as valid as any other lol

4.) Honestly, I hadn't completely decided, though I have been leaning towards Satan and heres my thoughts for that:

In the original version of Amelie's birth, Satan also didn't want Amelie, but his tune change when he had to speak to her through MC's belly to stop the painful episodes.

That bonding with his daughter before her birth comforted his hearted, but also when he discovered the reason Amelie caused her mother great pain from inside her (poor baby was terrified of not getting the dark magick she needed for her soul quick enough), he became so deeply protective of his scared daughter.

In this timeline, he has no such bonding experience and therefore will not want his daughter at all while MC carries her, but I still want a bonding experience to happen between them after birth.

Having Dia give birth first and seeing how his father, who is in a healthier place than when Satan was a child, show love and affection to his new child and to the exhausted but happy mother of his children (let's not forget Audriana exists and let's face it, Dia is now mama bear for Satan too lol), could definitely be a catalyst for it as well.

However, I have been thinking of making the catalyst more a mix of deep self reflection with his little sister's strong attachment to his daughter. This would give more focus on his internal world and overall break down what he's feeling and why while also giving Audriana some time with her brother and niece since she has been left alone with the Little Ds for far too long as chaos has brewed in her home 😔😭

I want to hear thoughts on this though!

Do you like the where my brain is already kinda heading with this or do you still think it would be better for Dia to give birth first? Please let me hears your thoughts on it!

[themellowyellowmomma]

Do the whole thing and for 50 what is your shoe size?

That's a lot.

A nickname of mine. Copper, Donkey, Hoppy.

An embarrassing story. I peed my pants at a party in my 20's. I'm an alcoholic and couldn't resist the "no one can chug this bottle" but I didn't know there were pills in it and hadn't eaten in a few days so I puked and someone pushed my little brother face first in to so laughed so hard I peed my pants.

A turn-on. I have a thing for backs. haha

A turn-off. Not being funny.

Something I look for in a partner. Being respectful to others.

About my best friend. She has literally saved my life so many times in my battle with mental illness even though she's fighting my own. She loves my kids just as much as I do. She is my soulmate and I truly don't deserve her.

About my worst enemy. It's my mother, the true narc.

About someone I think is cute. Ohh boy, He's just a silly burst of light.

About someone I think is smart. My friends kid thinks she's stupid but I learn something new from her everyday.

About someone I think is funny. My neighbor has me dying everyday.

About my crush. Oi, He's funny and kind and a little crazy.

About my parents. I've been no contact with my mom for 6 years but my dad is awesome and I have amazing adoptive parents.

About my siblings. I only have one biological sibling and due to narc abuse from our mom we aren't close but we are always there when it matters.

Something I like about my body. I like my lips.

Something I dislike about my body. Everything else.

Something I like about my personality. I'm funny.

Something I dislike about my personality. My autism makes me a little unnecessarily honest sometimes.

A quote I live by. "Chuck it in the fuck it bucket and forget about it."

My favorite book. The secret garden.

My favorite movie. Nightmare on elm st.

My favorite food. Rice.

My favorite drink. Coffee.

A talent I have. I don't have one.

An unusual talent I have. I'm not talented.

One of my favorite followers. @nowhere-again1134

A fictional character I relate to. Eddie Munson, I was the metal/goth nerd and it was hell.

My favorite book I read for school. We read Harry Potter. lol

My favorite play. I have never watched a play but I sang in one.

A childhood memory. I don't remember much of my childhood.

My best birthday. My birthday always sucks, aging is my biggest fear.

An embarrassing secret. I have a legit crush on some other than my husband.

A little known fact. I was born dead.

A time I made a mistake. I thought I couldn't have kids. lol

I time I succeeded. Finally getting away from my mom and standing up for myself.

My favorite sport. volleyball or swimming.

My favorite video game. left4dead.

My favorite non-video game. trivial pursuit.

My favorite band. The Beatles and Nirvana are tied.

My favorite song. Hey Jude and Rape me.

My favorite animal. Sharks.

I pet I have. Cat.

My favorite Halloween costume. I was a skydancer. I'm old, google it.

My favorite piece of clothing. "ask me about my prize winning cock" shirt.

My favorite TV Show. supernatural.

Who I want to hug. so many people.

Who I want to kiss. I'm not going to answer that. lol

Who I want to punch. My mom.

Something I want to do before I die. Free dive with great whites.

Something great I’ve already accomplished. I'm a pretty good mom.

Anything! Make up your own. My shoe size. I have huge feet. an 11.

[system-of-a-feather]

Okay so kinda funny (? not sure if trauma funny or actually funny /gen) thing but around 6th grade we made one friend that we had in our life for like four months that was honestly the last time we remember being a "happy kid" (honestly arguably for some of us the only time) before our mental health plummeted HARD and fast after he moved away

And it was obvious at the time he came from a shitty home life and so - at least as me - I firmly never really forgot the feeling and few fleeting screenshots of childhood joy

And we got back in touch briefly before like a year or so ago when I said "fuck it I gotta check in" where I found out we BOTH held onto those 4 months as the highlight of our childhood and then started texting again the last week

And we half intentionally, more so intentional lack of caring said "our fiance" which prompted the "our???" question and prompted the DID being brought up (which was ironic cause we told him a year ago) and he brought up he had OSDD and was plesantly surprised to hear I was not at all surprised

And I was like "... my dude, the very fact that both of us identify the HIGHLIGHT of our childhoods being a friend we had and knew for LITERALLY 4 months is telling of BOTH of our lives and home environments"

Cause literally I hadn't thought about it until I was trying to explain it to a friend, but those four months were easily identifiable as the happiest we had ever been as a kid and the only time we ever felt "like a kid should"

And maybe thats cause that was the last friend I - as a social protector - tried to make before burning out, becoming jaded, and the system spiralling into a dark pit it wouldnt climb out of at all for AT LEAST 6 years; or maybe its because our family semi frequently picked him up and covered for his family's negligence so he was like a psuedo-adopted brother; or maybe its because he was the first friend that, in hindsight, wasn't Uncomfortable at our house and that we didn't have to tell to "ignore our family they are like that" cause Same Hat

But it was honestly a very precious period in my memory as a part and I feel that is just UBER telling in hindsight how bad things were that one good friend for four months was such an outstanding period of our life

Especially considering growing up we had MANY friends and were even a Queen Bee temporarily in one of the many schools we went to as the Mysterious Smart New Kid.

[noonmutter]

Return

DWC November 2022 Day 6: Home/Unnatural

"I tried to warn you. Multiple times. But you're a grown man, in theory."

"'Ow was I sposed t' know 'ow long it'd been? Time passes funny in there! You know it does!"

"And yet, somehow, I've never spent so much time in the Dream as to have your questionably problematic problem."

"Your biological clock is gnome-manufactured; mine is a sundial from a farm."

"I really don't think anyone's going to mind, Leon."

"I mean... as alterations go, it coulda been worse, I guess? I mean, look at Malfurion, right?"

"Malfurion Stormrage is one of the greatest druids the Night Elves have ever produced, if not the greatest on Azeroth, and you would do well not to make fun of him."

"Okay but 'e totally does look a bit ridiculous if y' think about it too long."

"...Fine, yes. I'll grant you that much. Regardless, it's nothing to be dramatic about. If you hadn't made such a fuss about it in the first place, half the grove wouldn't even have noticed to begin with."

"Vember, 'alf th' grove doesn't notice what month it is."

"That's hardly relevant."

"Th' other 'alf is asleep."

"Leon. It's fine. Go home."

"I'm goin', I'm goin!"

"And give my best to your lovely fiancé, who's been terribly patient with you this whole time!"

"Long as y' give yer beau my blessin's in return, y' brat."

"I love you too, little brother."

As with most things, Vember was right about that parting shot; Valarin had been so very, very patient about his time away from home. The cabin visits had done well to stave off the...not completely unjustified fears his elven love harbored, but they weren't enough to chase away the almost tangible need to see one another. Engagement had a way of making that need so much stronger.

Leon had been looking forward to going home for good, because of course he had, but there was still a sense of sadness when he looked back at the barrow he'd shared with his adoptive sister for the last handful of years. She'd been as much a mentor as anyone else in the Dreamgrove, if not more so, because she was family and she knew him well enough to cut through his bullshit better than anyone else there. She was the only one, besides perhaps his feral shan'do Bollad, who could get him to admit he'd grown adept as a druid. He wasn't sure about Bollad because Bollad hadn't tried.

Walking the Dream was... an experience. No matter how many times he did it, no matter how easily it came to him now, there was always a brief sense of disconnection followed immediately by immersion. He felt both more and less real, though he knew the Dream was more. Though it was the place where Druids went to gain insight, to grow, to cement their place in the great balance, he understood immediately how it could be so easy to lose one's place entirely there. How easily one could forget how to wake up, and believe that they had always been as they were in the Dream. How that existence wasn't an unhappy one, for the dreamer.

Leon had brushed up against that twice in his time with the Dreamweavers. The first time, he almost fell straight into it like a warm blanket. The shock of it had been enough to crank his vigilance up to eleven, and he'd done much better in the following months. Visiting his friends and lovers by way of their dreams was great fun, but it was also good practice.

The second time, he had to actively fight it, and the effort was comparable to trying to take off his own skin in one piece without a knife. When he'd emerged he was...different.

Emotionally, of course; that was to be expected. But also there'd been a slight change. He really didn't know what to call it--unnatural was inaccurate, since nothing was more natural than the Dream, but it wasn't correct, either.

As he approached the cabin in Bradensbrook for the last time, trying to figure out who would be waiting for him there, he thought for a moment he was being followed. It took him several increasingly unsettled stops and checks before he thought to look down, and realized the problem.

The clicking noise on the cobbles was coming from him. He could only laugh a slightly nervous, embarrassed little laugh and move on.

He'd explain the talons when they asked about them. Not before.

( @daily-writing-challenge @valarin-sunstorm @vembermarlon )

[diantha-rue-tansy]

To someone I once called my best friend.

I was driving home through some mountains tonight and I couldn't help but think of the road trips we used to take together. You were my favorite navigator, and I'm glad you felt safe with me as your pilot for the time that I was.

We broke up over a year ago now. We haven't seen each other in over 4 months. The last real conversation we had was over 7 months ago. At least 9 months since the last time you touched me. About a year since the last time we kissed.

I tried listening to music as I drove but found myself skipping song after song. Each melody carries a memory attached to you. Even the good memories are still painful. I learned so much about myself with you. You introduced me to some of my favorite music; new shows and movies I love and associate with you; authors and artists I discovered through you. I discovered the world through you, and I am eternally grateful for the time we spent together.

It wasn't perfect. I spent years cheating and lying. Filled with shame and guilt for deep rooted problems I wasn't ready to confront. I wish I had trusted you more. Even as close as we were, I was still so damaged that I couldn't trust you to accept me as I was.

Ironically, that's all I ever really wanted from you.

I'm sorry for all the ways I hurt you. I don't expect forgiveness nor do I seek it. I know I did you wrong in many ways, and as much as I wish I could, I know I can't atone for all of my sins. I know how much you tried to forgive me before, and I know how hard I made it for you. I repeated the same mistakes over and over to the point where I don't know if you or I loathed myself more. It drove me insane watching myself become the crazy ex. I felt more alone in the end than I ever felt in the beginning when we first met. Our friends split apart between us, with many bridges unnecessarily destroyed as a result. These same friends who once told us that if we ever split up, love would be dead. Many times I looked back on that and was amazed by how right I thought they were.

Even after everything, I still can't bring myself to call you a bad or evil person. I'm still hurt by many things that happened during and after our relationship. I wish I had been more mature and talked about things with you. It used to be so easy, and at some point I became afraid. You had the power to break me down with a single glance, and you knew it. You took advantage of me at some of my most vulnerable points, and at times when I needed a friend you abandoned me once again and told me to get over it. But how can I be upset about that after everything I had already done to you? After all, isn't this my cosmic karma for taking something you loved for granted and abusing their trust for you?

I know you were already hurt when we met. Life hadn't been fair to you and it was my job to be by your side and get through all the bullshit along the way. I wanted to be your partner. I was desperately in love with you. And instead I crushed much of the spirit you still had left. I'm sure some of that still exists for the people you choose to expend it to now, but I know in the last 6 months I saw you that you never once expressed a hint of that still existing around me.

Even now your absence aches like a wound. But like all wounds, it heals slowly with time. At one point I would have said the pain was agonizing and I'd rather be dead than live another second in such misery. I thought it would be so hard to move on without you. But I am. One day at a time.

I'm thankful out of everything I lost in our separation, you let me keep our cat. I promise I've been taking the best care of him, and we even adopted an orphaned feral kitten into our small family. I know you would love her so much. She's adorable, and playful, and a little bit feisty when she gets comfortable enough. In a lot of ways, she reminds me of you. You always wanted a tuxedo kitten, and I know she would adore you if she knew you.

I've had so many adventures since I've seen you. I've experienced so much life that I never imagined I would get to experience while I was with you. I've learned so much about myself. I've discovered new music. I watch new shows and movies. I'm meeting and discovering new writers and artists from all over. I've realized that I spent so much time revolving my world around you that I forgot to live my own life, and I'm sorry for resenting you for feeling trapped when I really did it to myself.

I was thinking about how you're about to turn 24, and when we were together you were convinced that 23 was the year you were really going to find yourself. Well 23 was the year you left behind the person you used to be; the person I loved; and evolved into the person you became, who I view now as a stranger I spent 6 years living with before leaving without saying goodbye. I really hope you found yourself this last year, and I sincerely hope you're happy with the way your life has gone. I miss you, but I'm glad we're not together anymore. I'm forever grateful for the time we spent together, especially the best times, but I'm also excited for the adventures I'll continue to have in this new era of my life.

I don't think you'll ever read this. And if you do, I don't expect us to talk. I just wish you the best in everything, and I hope you know that after all the shit we went through I still care about you and I think you deserve to be happy.

See you in another life, perhaps.

DRT

[ardathksheyna]

Life in the Post-Adobe World

After last week's drama involving Adobe's change to their ToS that seemed to suggest that they were granting themselves the right to access content created by their users—and the resulting vague back-peddling and clarifications that made users go "yeah suuuuurrrrreeee..."—I, like many others, decided to start taking steps to limit Adobe's impact on our creative workflow. In my case, it's going to be a gradual phasing out because I paid for a year upfront back in February. The only thing I need to do is remember to cancel when that date comes up.

FYI, Affinity is having a 50%-off sale on all of their products: https://affinity.serif.com/en-us/

Photoshop: The Beginning

I started using Photoshop back in 2000, three years before Adobe adopted the CS moniker. I was using it not for photo manipulation but for building web site elements. This was at the same time I was getting heavily into web design—running a Ronin Warriors fansite turned out to be a good introduction to a lucrative career choice, though that would take me six years to decide to formally pursue.

One could say that Photoshop was a constant throughout my creative journey. Back then, Macromedia existed as a separate company—I had ditched MS FrontPage (anyone remember FrontPage?) for Macromedia Dreamweaver. Photoshop introduced a means of generating layouts from a PSD via the Slice tool—I think that was version 6? Between Photoshop and Dreamweaver, that became my go-to for creating web page layouts. So it was all the better for me when Adobe acquired Macromedia in 2005. As time went on and my programming skills grew, I eventually ditched Dreamweaver in favor of dedicated IDEs like Netbeans (now I use PhpStorm) but still stuck with Photoshop for my web design prototyping needs—yes, even after releases of tools that were better suited to prototyping, like Sketch and Figma.

For what I needed, Photoshop just worked. Design prototyping wasn't the only thing I used Photoshop for, though.

I also used it for post-production and page layout for my web-comic Silent Shadow —design purists would claim Illustrator is the better tool but my attitude is that you use the tools that feel the most comfortable to you. I simply felt more comfortable in Photoshop.

Aside from my work on Silent Shadow, I also used Photoshop for creating textures for 3d models.

And yes, I did eventually use Photoshop for its intended purpose of photo editing and manipulation.

Adobe Is A Drug

To be honest, I'd been looking for alternatives to the Adobe Creative Suite for years—especially once Adobe graduated towards a subscription model. Paying ~$600+ a year was starting to break the bank both as freelance web developer and as a W2 employee, but trying to move to something else when those shortcut keys were so ingrained was difficult. I had the same problem with Blender until the devs started adopting industry-standard shortcuts when I started using Blender regularly with 2.79.

So maybe those shortcuts weren't as ingrained as I thought they were. I tried Affinity six years ago when I working at what was arguably one of the worst places in my entire career. I didn't like it. It was just enough like Photoshop to throw me off, plus I may have developed some negative feelings towards Affinity that had more to do with that employer than with the program itself.

That being said, that particular time period five to six years ago was a period of upheaval for me—what was happening, I won't go into, but by 2020—I'd decided to start eliminating expenses, and that included Adobe. However, it was almost impossible for me to move away—especially once I needed a video editor and the free options weren't really up-to-snuff (note: I hadn't heard of Da Vinci Resolve at this point). So eventually, I got sucked back in.

Getting Rid of Adobe for Good

I'm riding the unemployment train again for the second time in five years. This happened directly after I paid for a year upfront. So that right there is incentive enough to look for free or low-cost alternatives.

Sorry Adobe, but you're just too expensive for what you are for a broke hobbyist like myself. Adobe attempting to commit seppuku similar to Unity last fall via their TOS changes was simply an added incentive to look for alternatives.

Adobe's changes to their TOS regarding AI shouldn't be a surprise, considering the scandal they created last summer regarding their AI generating art using the styles of well-known artists. I remembered saying then that if these artists were hosted on Behance (which Adobe owns), then there was a high chance that there was something in the Behance TOS that granted Adobe the right to use those artist' works in whatever manner that they see fit.

For me, getting rid of Adobe products has more to do with cost than with the TOS—though the TOS changes are enough to be worried about.

The Path Forward

My most recent piece was put together using Affinity Photo 2 and aside from being faster than Photoshop on load, I found it easy to use once I shook off those PTSD triggers from six years ago. Photo 2 also offers the same tools as Photoshop if I need to do a quick mockup of a website. Essentially, I won't be re-learning much, if anything at all.

I haven't tried Affinity Designer—yet. I have a feeling that it'll be just as snappy loading as Illustrator was 20 years ago, though. It won't have any of the bloat that Illustrator has that no one uses.

Page layout for when I bring Silent Shadow back—at the moment, I'm playing with Comic Life 3, but I may test out Affinity Publisher as well.

For textures for 3d models, I've found that Blender's texture painting tools suit my purposes just fine, with the added bonus of being able to create my own brushes from pngs as needed—which I can create those pngs in Affinity Photo. I experimented with Substance Painter years ago and didn't like it, and I sure as hell wasn't going to fork over more money to Adobe when there's free alternatives readily available.

That being said, this is a huge paradigm shift for me—I've been using Adobe products most of my life, starting with Illustrator way back in Jr. High ('91/'92) and not gonna lie, I do feel sad but Photoshop as it was 20 years ago was way superior to the bloated, buggy mess that it is now.

And now, it's time to say adios to Adobe!

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Harsh Truth 6

Pairing: Alex Karev x Reader

Summary: Forgiveness?

Warnings: none

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

MASTERLIST

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"She's gorgeous" Alex gently rocked your newborn in his arms completely smitten with the little girl

"She gets that from me" chuckling you adjusted yourself on your hospital bed. Holding out your arms Alex place your sleeping baby

Smiling down at her you gently stroked her cheeks, relieved that you had a safe delivery despite giving birth in a damned elevator

"Y/N.." there was a change of tone in Alex's voice and you knew where this conversation was headed. The bed dipped at your feet as he sat down to

"Whatever you're thinking about saying Alex, don't" Alex gently rubbed your ankle, his touch set your skin on fire, you hated how your body responded to him even after what he did

"You don't have to speak but at least just hear me out" inhaling deeply you looked up at your ex husband, his face covered in guilt

"I'm sorry Y/N and I know you're tired of hearing me say those words but I really am. I shouldn't have upped and left our marriage"

"But you did" scoffing you turned to your side and placed your sleeping baby into the bassinet

"You left me, your wife to go back to Izzie. I wouldn't have minded if you had told me about the twins but the fact that you left me like that without an explanation especially mere months after we had a miscarriage, you went to play house" every fiber of your being burned with the pent up rage you had buried

"I admit that I was wrong on all accounts but not a day went by where you hadn't crossed my mind" rolling your eyes you adjusted yourself on the uncomfortable hospital bed

"I messed up Y/N, I regret giving up so easily. For years we had been trying for a baby of our own and test after test I started losing hope. Then when that test came back positive, I said finally, this is our turn but unfortunately we lost it" Alex's eyes were red from the tears threatening to spill as he spoke about the angel that we didn't get the chance of meeting

"That was my breaking point I-"

"That was your breaking point? Alex you don't know how many times I wanted to throw in the towel and adopt but I didn't because I knew how much we both wanted to start a family. I hated my body for not being able to do what it was made for. I felt like a complete failure and you walking out let me know that I was right" he shifted his hand and you pulled your leg away from him, no longer wanting to feel his touch

"I needed my husband but instead all I got was a envelope with divorce papers and a freaking letter. When I found out I was pregnant I told myself that I wasn't going to let you know and I was doing fine until Owen coaxed me into writing you back. Then you show up here a weeks ago and expect me to just be okay to have you here?" he was sadly mistaken if he thought that you were going to take him back with your arms wide open

"I don't expect you to forget what I did but I'm asking for forgiveness and.." he hesitated on what he was going to say next and he had every right too seeing that you were fuming

"And what?"

"I'd like for us to start over" the room was silent, you were pretty sure you could hear a pin drop. With hopeful eyes Alex stared at you, he wanted nothing but to hold you and your newborn in his arms, the family he finally had

You on the other hand

"Alex I've already forgiven you but us starting over, it's not happening"

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[sith-qween]

Come, Let Us Teach You

Fandom: DBZ

Pairings: Reader x Vegeta, Reader x Nappa, Reader x Raditz

Words: 1.7K

Rating: M (later on)

Warnings: Sayian Reader, Mating Cycles/Heats, Ginyu Force, Dark Frieza, No protection, probably more, I will update as we go lol

One | Two | Three | Four |  Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen |

Laying there on your bed you had your eyes shut, and your arms resting on your stomach. The soft rise and fall of your breathing was the only sound inside of the room. Outside there was beeping and people talking, sometimes running, and shouting. This place was always so chaotic, and you had come to find comfort in it all.

However used to the mess that was your life now, all you could think about was how much you missed the serene times in your life. The years of your life before you became a member of Lord Frieza's Army. Back when you were nothing but a small child who held the pure innocence of the world. Drowning out the sounds outside, you allowed the dark abyss of sleep to surround you.

Waking in the small bed, your father curled up beside you, and the sounds of your mother in the kitchen greeted your awakening senses. You smiled, your tail lazily sprawled out behind you as you snuggled up closer to the man. You knew you were adopted, you would have had to been very stupid to think otherwise. You knew you weren't from around there, everyone else there looked so much different than you. You had [s/c] coloured skin, and your hair was [h/l] [h/c]. Everyone else had greyish-pink skin, and they didn't have hair.

Not to mention you had a tail.

However your parents both loved you and treated you as though you were their own, and you couldn't have been more grateful. You got picked on a lot, which was a given; but you got into trouble for beating the other children up. You didn't really know your own strength, let alone how to control it. All you knew was that when they started picking on you, you just snapped and started throwing punches.

Many times you had come home from school with a black eye and bruises, and your parents were heartbroken. However they kissed you and made you promise to try harder to control your urges to hurt the other kids; they taught you to be the bigger person and walk away.

The day had played out like it would have any other day. You woke up, ate breakfast, and then kissed your parents before heading off to school. Nothing was different about that day, except for the fact that it was the first full moon in 7 years. When night came, you were cleaning up and getting ready for bed before you looked out of the bedroom window to stare up at the moon.

That was where everything began to get really fuzzy and you can't remember anything after that.

Next thing you knew, you were laying on a patch of grass, the harsh sunlight filtering down to awaken you from the canopy of the trees. You were only 6 years old, and you knew right then and there something wasn't right. Sitting up you found out that you were pretty much naked, but there was a feeling in your stomach that completely overtook any kind of rational thought.

It was fear.

You couldn't begin to explain why you were so afraid. You weren't scared of being alone naked in the woods, no that hadn't even begun to process just yet. You knew something wasn't right and that was the reason this fear was weighing down on you, threatening to crush your little body. Quickly you ran in the direction of your village and the sight you were met with was clearly the reason for your fear.

Before you was nothing but the desolation of the village. All of the houses were shattered, nothing but ruins. The once happy and cheery place you called home, was destroyed. There was nothing left but ghosts of what it once was.

The sudden feeling of being alone, so completely alone finally hit you. And it hit you like a truck. You hadn't even realized that the tears had begun to stream down your face until your vision began to blur. Falling to your knees you knew that everyone there was dead, and you wished you were dead with them. You felt so scared and alone.

After you wandered around, seeing all of the destruction, you finally found yourself back home. Home. Where everything you once had was now stolen from you. You went through the rubble and the only thing you were able to find was a blanket your mother had quilted for you. Taking it you wondered towards the only thing there that wasn't destroyed. It was the pod that your parents had kept. You had no idea what it was or what it did, but they had always told you to stay away from it.

But there was nothing left to lose. Poking around at it you found a way to open it and you crawled inside. Wrapping up in the blanket you ended up falling asleep there. Little did you know that the pod had sent a distress signal when it was opened and some men from Frieza's army overrode the controls and brought the pod back to them. It hadn't taken too long for them to retrieve you, and once they did they took you in and cared for you.

When you were a child, everyone was surprisingly nice. But as you got older and started to mature, they started treating you accordingly. Where they once played with you and taught you how to fight, now they would train and just beat on you, expecting you to learn as you went along.

They told you what you were, and that your planet had been destroyed in a meteor shower. This made you feel that empty feeling of being alone once again.

However it fueled you to work even harder.

By the time you were 18, you were already moving up the ranks in your station. However, you were also starting to see what happened when you were the only female on the station. It sickened you beyond comparison. They all tried to get their hands on you, and the lewd comments never stopped.

However one day you were walking down the hall and one of the soldiers decided to be brave and they grabbed your ass. That was the biggest mistake of their life because that one thing had caused them to lose their arm. You reacted fast and grabbed the arm that had groped you and you ripped it off. While he screamed in agony, catching the attention of anyone nearby, you pulled him close and promised that if he tried anything like that again he would be losing a lot more than just an arm.

Needless to say after you did that, you were given plenty of space. After that you were given more respect and they actually started to look up to you, and you trained harder and harder until you were eventually the second in command. However despite the rise in respect you would still find the newbies who didn't know, who would make moves at you. You also still had those who thought you were playing hard to get, and the harassment continued.

You weren't interested in any of those weak little punks, and it made you so mad that they all thought that they could get away with all of it because you were a woman. You were a warrior, and you demanded to be treated as such. You weren't a piece of meat, or some prize to be won. You were a strong fighter who needed to be feared.

It had been years of disrespectful treatment when you finally decided that you had had enough. You had tried many times to deal with the problem on your own, but it was clearly not going to work that way. So eventually you had gotten desperate enough and you contacted Zarbon. You weren't exactly fond of the man, but he gave you the same respect as everyone else, he treated you like a soldier and that was what you wanted. After explaining the situation to him, he said he would get back to you.

You awaited his response, constantly on edge for his reply. You wanted to know if you would be freed from that hell, or if you would be made to suffer. It was painful to have to be there on the ship. Not only were you disrespected but you were sent on nothing but low class jobs. while other Stations were off fighting and concurring planets for Lord Freiza, yours was stuck on clean up. So you would follow in after and finish whatever was left to be done. It was rare you got into fights, and when you did it was such an easy win that you wouldn't have even considered it a fight.

Then the day you had been waiting for arrived.

He explained how after talking it over with Lord Frieza and going over your records, it was agreed that you would be transferred over to a different station. You were surprised you were able to keep your composer at the news, but as soon as the messages ended you were celebrating with joy.

You would finally get to move out of there and go on real missions, and hopefully be on a station that would treat you better.

Waking from your nap you couldn't help but to smile. You were 23. You had spent 5 years being treated like shit, and you were finally getting away from it. Sitting up, you looked at the quilt that was around you and you smiled. Your mother would have been so disappointed to see you as a warrior, but she would also be proud to see how beautiful, strong, and independent you had become.

You packed the few things you had into a box that was given to you. They would pick it up and transfer it over, all you had to do was meet with your new team, who were coming to get you in the next few days. The excitement had been building and making it near impossible to sleep, so you were surviving solely off small naps here and there.

That morning you had received a message from Zarbons saying they would be arriving to get you. You wasted no time in devouring a large breakfast before you went on down to the loading docks. There you waited, it was quiet and no one was coming or going from any missions. You would surely know when they got there, and you were curious as to who they would be.

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AN: Hey! Thought I would try posting this story here as well! This is a half completed story, you can find the most recent chapters on AO3, they see it first!

Find me elsewhere, https://linktr.ee/DesolatedSith

I hope you enjoyed!

[wolfiegirlxox]

Hello hello! Your reverse au has pulled me into the deep end.

For one, are you planning on properly writing down this story as a fanfic? And if not would you be willing to let other write it? (With credit for the idea and au of course)

And two, I’m really curious about Wu in this timeline! Judging by the character designs and traits it seems that garmadon grew up fine without the poison or his oni/demon traits popping up until this point. So how did wu fair 👀 why is he fighting his son? And maybe how he adopted morro and a tidbit about morro and Lloyd’s relationship ☺️

I’m already brainrotting this like thinkin about how Nya would be her fathers assistant like Claus was to Chen while Kai infiltrates the tournament.

I know I’m rambling but speaking of, does Claus work at Chens restaurant? And are him and garmadon like brunch buddies? I can imagine all too well these two sitting down at like a Starbucks and talking about student shenanigans.

I KEEP GOING I CANT STOP- for the EMs in the tourney, would their whole characters be swapped or maybe just their personalities. Like this event was advertised as a friendly competition to find “who’s the best” and all the EMs are just like a collection of every day people who happen to have been training elemental powers.

I’ll stop now but I keep thinking about all the cool parallels and SIDJEKBANE SHUTTING UP NOW

Hi! Hi! Welcome to the pit! Thank you for sending this ask, it was really fun to answer!

For your first quesion: I do not currently have plans to write a Reverse!AU fic, I just don't have enough thought out story to write a proper fic yet. I may do bullet notes or oneshots at some point but not a full fic.

If anyone would like to write a fic of it I would be ELATED, please do not be afraid to do so, just @ me or something when you post it so I can see it! <3

Next! So my idea right now is the Spinjitzu brothers both took more to one of their halves, Garm is more Oni and Wu is more dragon. They both have traits from both but lean more to the side of one (Ex: Garm has gold eyes, Wu has red). Garm actually looks more Oni than he appears, he's just using his limited shapeshifting power to hide it as he doesn't like that part of himself.

When Wu and Garm were sparing and Wu's sword went over the wall Wu quickly went to get it and was bitten by the Great Devourer. However, due to his strong dragon blood, the venom was much slower to take effect, giving him a longer normal life and more of a chance to bond with his family.

Living with Lloyd and watching him grow up made Wu realise that even if it wasn't with Misako he still wanted a child of his own to raise. So, he found an orphanage in a small village nearby and adopted little Morro when he was only a year and a half years old. He was good enough to stay with Morro and raise him for the first 6 years he was there and loved him very much, that love probably held the venom back even longer than his dragon blood did. For a couple months he showed many signs the venom was finally getting to him, but he never showed them around Morro. One day he finally snapped and got sent to the underworld for another 6 years before the Pilots. He was there plotting his revenge for most of that time as the evil grew more quickly in the absence of his family. He hadn't even considered Morro being involved in the fight but when he found out, well... he'd come too far to let his emotions stop him now, if worst came to worst he'd spare him, the venom wasn't strong enough to make him take his own son's life, right?

(Sorry this was so long lol, I have many thoughts)

Now for Morro and Lloyd's relationship. (Get ready for some more sad) Morro was only about 3 1/2 years old when Lloyd ran away, he doesn't really remember Lloyd, maybe only a few vague memories. On Lloyd's side of things, however, Morro was old enough to talk and walk and have fun with him, Lloyd has a lot of happy memories of his little cousin and he misses him a lot.

*Smirks evilly* Great minds think alike. Nya is at her father's side for most of the Tournament, going off to do his dirty work while Kai is incognito as just another EM. Everyone knows Nya is Ray's daughter as she was introduced as such.

Clouse is Chen's adoptive son INTERN at Chen's Noodle House. He's 19ish and going to college for Chemistry (closest normal equivalent I could think of for magic). Chen has practically adopted him at this point TAKEN HIM UNDER HIS WING as cooking is, in some ways, a lot like chemistry.

Garm didn't know Chen very well before the ninja business but after talking with him when he came for Skylor and hearing her talk about him he reached out and the two have been enjoying brunch together every Saturday they can sense. And yes, they do talk about student shenanigans lol.

For your last one, I love your ideas!!! I'll have to take more time to think about how I'd do it for my AU but that is a great idea!!! Maybe I could have opposite personalities switch elements like Griffin and Paleman or something. I'm not sure about this one at all though, I'll definitely have to brain rot over this some more so I can post something more concrete about it.

Anyway, that's all I got for you right now, I hope this is what you were looking for!!!

Seriously though, thanks for the ask, I loved it and it made my day! Please feel free to send all the questions you want I would love to answer them! I hadn't thought a lot about these before you asked so it was fun to think about!

Have a great day/night!!! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

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Henry laughed, pounced and jumped among the freshly bloomed flowers, grass concealing where he was due to his small height. The flower field was a common place Henry and his face, Hubert, would go to. Mainly because it was just behind their family cabin and Henry really liked playing with the wildlife out there.

"Butterflies! Butterflies!" Henry squealed, standing in awe as a flock of colourful, vibrant butterflies slowly made their way past him, fragile wings moving in unison. Hubert glanced at his son, offering a somber smile.

"Yes Hen, Butterflies... How many are there?"

Henry let out an uncertain noise before he began counting out loud, pointing to every butterfly he counted. Hubert chuckled at that. God if you had told him at the time, 6 years ago, he would adopt a werewolf baby, he'd probably would of laughed.

But no, here he was... Sitting in a beautiful flower field that his werewolf son loved dearly, watching him chase butterflies...

Alone. Just Him and little Henry... It wasn't always like that. When he had originally adopted the bundle of joy, he had been married to a close friend who was also a werewolf, Dmitri Petrov. It wasn't a good situation as their marriage had been arranged by their parents.

They thought bringing a child into their life would fix things but it hadn't... Not that Hubert was blaming Henry, not at all. However, work was constant and tensions were high, which was the main reason for their divorce a couple years ago. Not like Henry remembered.

However, as Hubert watched his exclaim loudly that there were "16 butterflies"... His heart aches as he remembered the news he'd have to break to Henry when they got home.

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Dmitri stood tall, dark blue Wall uniform standing out against the snow. Henry stood near Hubert, head and wolf ears down as the 2 talked.

"Thank you for bringing him here safely Hubert. However I could've picked you 2 up from the airport instead of you using the trains all the way here." Dmitri had sighed and Hubert smiled softly.

"I just wanted... To spend more time Henry before I leave." He stated, tired eyes filled with guilt and regret. Dmitri's expression softened at that however he didn't say anything.

"Come on then, Henry. It's cold isn't it? Let's get inside." Dmitri softly spoke, gently grabbing Henry's hand. However, Henry pulled from Dmitri's grasp, standing close to Hubert.

"H-Henry..." The Russian man said guiltily.

"Wanna stay with dad! Wanna stay with dad!" Henry shouted, tears pricking his eyes as he clung to Hubert's coat. Hubert tried very hard not to choke up but failed, the same went for Dmitri.

"Hen... We talked about this... I'm.. very busy with work. I have to travel alot, far far away all the time.. I can't... Look after you..." Hubert sniffled and Henry began to cry. "Hen..."

Hubert whispered and his son looked at him with hurt eyes. Hubert knelt down, looking Henry in the eyes as he put on the strongest smile he could. "I- I will visit... Every Christmas and your birthday... I will. I promise."

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He never visited. In the 22 years that had passed since that day, Hubert had not visited. Every Christmas and Birthday, the only thing Henry got from his dad was a card and maybe a gift. Dmitri always gave Henry a sympathetic look every event as he sat there reading the card he'd get...

It was bitter. Henry hated it. So when Dmitri came into the living room, holding what seemed to be a government sent letter in his hands, Henry's interest was intrigued. It was a letter from Hubert, talking about how guilty he felt for not trying hard enough for Henry over the years, however he had time now and wanted Henry to visit him at his military base. He was excited to see Henry and was... Even more excited for... Henry to meet... His adoptive...son Charles?!

Henry felt so many emotions hit him at once, rereading the letter to make sure he didn't misread something. But no, the letter clearly stated that Galeforce had adopted another son, someone who was his technically brother now.

Dmitri sat Henry down as he spoke, understanding the swirls of emotions that he was feeling.

"While I am horribly disappointed that your father never mentioned this Charles to either of us, I want you to hold judgement of... your father until you get to know the whole story from him."

Henry sadly sighed as he replied "I know... and I know this Charles fellow isn't to blame either. It just hurts... what if he never came all those years because I am just some monster..."

Dmitri quickly hugged Henry as he answered back "You are not a monster, Henry. You are far from being a monster."

Dmitri held his son for awhile before looking at him face to face. "It would be good for you to see Hubert again and get the full story. But if his story doesn't check or something doesn't feel right, you call me and I will grab you a train back home as fast as I can."

Henry gave his papa a halfway smile "I... I think I could do it... it's only fair to atleast see dad after all these years."

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Henry held his small suitcase over his shoulder as he stood in front of the huge Government base his father wanted to meet him at. Henry felt butterflies in his stomach as he slowly stepped to the gate and to the guard there.

"The... the name is Henry Galeforce Petrov. My dad, Hubert Galeforce wanted to meet with me?" Henry watched as the guard mumbled on a walkie talkie for abit, before opening the gate to let Henry inside.

Henry didn't walk very far before a brown hair man with red headphones came running towards Henry, waving his hand to get his attention.

"Hello there! The guard told dad you arrived and I wanted to meet up with you first!" The red headphone wearing lad gave Henry a huge smile as he continued "My name is Charles Calvin, your younger brother! Man, I have always wanted to meet you and get to know all about you."

Henry blinked a few times before responding "It... is good to... meet you as well, Charles. Sorry for being so nervous... it has been so long since I've seen dad and to find out I have such a cool brother... I just wish I knew about everything sooner."

Charles' eyes lit up at hearing Henry call him cool "Well I think you are cool as well! Let me give you a brief tour while dad finishes up a meeting and then we can all go out for lunch!"

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Henry followed Charles and listened to his younger brother talk about everything around the base, like it was home to him, if you could count a military base as a home.

And soon Henry and Charles were standing outside of a tent as several soldiers were leaving, with Galeforce being the last to leave and stopping in his tracks.

"My son, my dear Hen. It has been some time now. How is my little pup doing?"

Henry wanted to say so many things, but the tears running down his face said everything, with Galeforce hugging Henry and Henry hugging Galeforce back.

The two hugged for the longest time, before Henry finally spoke "Why... why didn't you see me like you promised. Why didn't you tell me about Charles before the letter... just why... dad?"

Galeforce felt his heart shatter as he pulled away from the hug "I will explain everything at lunch, my little pup. I think getting food in our bellies will let me explain everything to you."

Charles just looked on as he started the walk to the cafeteria, where the three of them had a table set up and ready.

Charles filled up his plate and helped Henry choose what foods he might like, while Galeforce just got a glass of lemonade and a roll.

As soon as Charles and Henry sat down, Galeforce cleared his throat to explain everything to Henry.

"You see Henry, things got busy, really busy. A criminal organization called the Toppat clan had started really causing problems for alot of countries, and for myself and my squad, we were put in dangerous situations nearly all the time."

"I never got to see you because I was either so busy or mending some sort of injury. But I assumed you got my cards and few gifts so I was still there in spirit."

Henry looked down at his food as Galeforce continued.

"My squad found Charles around what would of been your seventh or eighth birthday? I am not exactly sure, but he was just a young boy that needed a father and it was too dangerous to just send him to an orphanage."

"So I offered to adopt and raise Charles. And the young man as turned out to be fine helicopter pilot. I just sort of... forgot to mention him to you in the cards I sent."

Henry found his lip quivering as asked Galeforce "Did you... ever tell Charles about me? At all?"

Galeforce gave a half hearted chuckle "Of course I told my son about you. I mean I couldn't tell him much because of it being so long since I last saw you. But Charlie knew he had an older brother who was a werewolf as well."

Henry pushed his plate away, face looking away from Galeforce as he had to ask "Why did you want to see me after all these years? Something is telling me that it is something more then just a family reunion."

Galeforce stood up as he cleared his throat again "Well, you see Henry, the Toppats have got only worse over the years and we need someone skilled to infiltrate the Toppat Airship and get information that would let us take them down. And if I know Dima, he probably has taught you essential skills that no human could utilize."

Galeforce offered his hand to Henry "Join me for this mission. Help us take down the Toppat Clan for the good of everyone. And afterwards, we could be a family again."

Henry's tail stood straight up as Henry gripped the table in anger "You... you didn't want to reunite with me because you loved me... you only wanted to use me because I am your freakish werewolf son who is only good for his supposed skills."

Henry stood up and smacked Galeforce's hand away "Well guess what, while papa did teach me alot about my werewolf side, he also wanted me to be a kid and grow up as normally as I could. I don't know how to hunt or to chase prey because I never wanted to learn that and papa respected that choice!"

Tears dripped down Henry's face as he turned around "I am learning to be a geologist, with a part time job as a bus boy at a local restaurant so that I can pay for my classes and training."

"Charles, it was great getting to know you for this short time. Keep being amazing out there."

"And... Mr Galeforce, it was nice seeing you again. Don't come back into mine or papa's life unless it is actually to be a father and not a glory hog military man."

And Henry ran, grabbing his suitcase on the way out.

Henry ran as fast as he could until he didn't see the Government base, taking out his phone and calling Dmitri.

"Papa... I want to come home... he only wanted to meet with me so he could offer me some dangerous mission... all because of my bloodline of being a werewolf..."

"I... I just want to go home papa..."

Dmitri quelled his growing rage as he responded "I am getting that train ticket now and Uncle Grigori and I will meet you when you reach your stop. I am so sorry Henry, I honestly thought that Hubert had changed..."

Henry spoke up "It wasn't your fault papa, it was like you said, I had to give it a chance and I did. Atleast Charles was nice to meet, so it wasn't all bad, just mostly bad."

Henry saw his phone ping, showing that the ticket was bought "Thanks papa, I'm going to board now and be home hopefully before dinner time. Would... it be too much to ask for your famous beef stew?"

Dmitri answered his son "Not in the slightest. I'll even have Grigori pick up those fancy twirly beard rolls he loves to make. Love you, my son."

Henry smiled as he replied "Love you too, papa.", hanging up the phone as went to show the ticket master his ticket, wanting to get back home to his real family.