#tw: mention of child abandoned

[a-998h]

may I request a PLATONIC hurt/comfort elder faerie x little child! reader who is an outsider and not a faerie? Like as a baby, reader was found abandoned and injured alone in Beast-Yeast near the faerie kingdom, and was taken in by the faeries Reader would grow to be a cute little kid, an absolute kind-hearted sweetheart and at that time the events of beast-yeast chapter 1 and 2 occur with the beasts being released and Elder faerie being attacked by SMC... and since reader is so young and just a little kid, they dont understand what is going on and they are scared and traumatized- too young to have to see all of this Could elder faerie comfort reader through all of this? We all need fatherly hugs from him sigh...

TRIGGER WARNING FOR INJURY, MENTIONS OF DEATH, ABANDONMENT, AND TRAUMATIZED CHILD READER!

Note: This is an AU where *Spoiler* Elder Faerie Cookie does not die when bring back White Lilly Cookie and defeating Shawdow Milk Cookie! So, yes there are spoilers for the Beast Yeast storyline!

You were just a babe when he found you. He weathered eyes saw you under a tree near the veil of Beast Yeast and the Faerie Kingdom. You looked barley a over a year old and were crying your eyes out. He lifted you gently into his arms and inspected you for sighs of injuries. His face twitsed into a deep small frown.

"How could cookies be so cruel to a mere babe?" He asks himself.

He had found injuries from methods he believed had died out centuries ago. A changeling cookie. That was the belief some cookies of Beast Yeast, that the faeries would switch out children with one of their own and take the cookies child with them. Over his long life he had heard horror stories about the methods cookies used to "force" the supposed return of the cookie child and one of those methods was to leave the child in places where faeries were said to roam.

Elder Faerie Cookie knew what the true reason was, the parents simply didn't want their child and wanted to be gulit free. As you start to cry again he holds you closer, using his robe as a makeshift blanket. He smiled softly as your hand reaches towards his hair. You were brought back to the Faerie Kingdom and the healers started their work.

"How do we proceed, your majesty?" Mercurial Knight Cookie asked.

Elder Faerie Cookie turned towards his most trusted commander and simply replied...

"Simple, I will raise the child. They are mine now and no one can change that." Elder Faerie Cookie responded bluntly.

Mercurial Knight Cookie nods and returns to his duties while Elder Faerie Cookie dreams of the life he'll be giving his new child.

Centuries would pass and while the first few years of parenthood were rough on the old man but with the help of other faerie cookies he managed to raise you into a happy child who loves their faerie dad.

You remember that day so well as it haunts your every moment. You first noticed how much more on edge Mercurial Knight and Sliverbell Cookie were around the Silver Tree. Your father had also been acting strange, writing more papers than normal and handing them off to a strange faeire.

"Whats going on, papa?" You asked.

He just looked down at you and gave you a soft closed eye smile while gently patting your head. He told you that nothing was wrong and that he just had to prepare for something very special. You believed him, and were naive then.

You had followed your "aunt" White Lilly Cookie and her friends. You wanted to know what was happening, and why it was making your papa so sad. They didn't know you were there as you followed. They had reached the Silver Tree. You were in awe as while you'd see art and heard bedtime stories about this tree you had never seen it in person.

'So, this is what Mercurial Knight Cookie and Silverbell Cookie are protecting? It's so pretty!' You think to yourself.

Soon, everything is shaking as a rift opens from the Silver Tree. The air shifts as the group prepares for battle. You go to hide but not before you spot something leaving the rift. It was a shadow... thing with too many glowing blue eyes for it to be acceptable. The creature, while focused on the group, had also turned a few of it's many eyes towards you. While the creature lacked a face you could imagine the wicked smile it had.

"Well, well, well, well, well. If it isn't the old man's wittle baby," the creature mocked.

The sound of the jam in your veins hammered in your ears and your chest started to ache with every panicked breath you took. You watched as the others fought the thing. You wanted to run but you were scared you'd be attacked if you moved from your spot. You and the others thought it was all over, but of course that would not be the case.

Next thing you know the shadows have taken the form of a powder blue cookie dressed as a jester with now only two soulless blue eyes... you think. He taunted the group, focusing it mostly towards you. Even as your tears rolls down your face in droves and you cried for you beloved papa the cookie taunting you wouldn't stop. He called you all kinds of names and mocked you for being unwanted by the regular cookies.

You were a sobbing mess, unable to defend yourself from the verbal onslaught that seemed to be so entertaining for this monster. The taunting would not go on for ever as a wicked, evil Cheshire grins graced the features of this monster.

"The old man really does live you, doesn't he? I'll bet it would break his heart if his wittle bite sized baby was, say, crumbled in front of the every thing he's been told to help protect," the cookie says, with the maliciousness and sadistism in his tone hanging in the air.

You sobbed harder and he just seemed the larger just as hard. The group was attempting to help but the sahodw minions overwhelmed them all. The cookie kept taunting you.

"But since you're such a cutie pie I'll just take you with me to my kingdom!" The cookie declares with a menacing chuckle.

Your sobbing grows louder and louder as the cookie comes close to you. Just as he is about to grab you a familiar feeling washes over you as does a light. Opening your eyes reveals you papa armed with his sword and his wings open in a full threating display. He uses most his power to try and stop this blue cookie but it is all in vain as the blue cookie, long with a white and red cookie manage to escape.

Using his sword for support Elder Faerie Cookie pants from the effort he exerted. Looking behind him he sees your terrified expression and his parental instincts flared up. He makes his way over to you, pulling you close to his body as he pet your hair in an effort to sooth you.

For weeks after he would have you sleep in his bed as the nightmares of being crumbled by the evil cookie never left you in peace. He would never leave your side as he guided you through your fear. Though, in his rare moments of pure solitude he regrets not keeping you safe. As you can never be left alone in the dark no matter where you are. At night, he sings you an old faerie lullaby that he infuses with his magic to give you some form of relief.

"Oh, won't you come with me? Where the moon is made of gold and in the morning sun, we'll be sailing. Oh, won't you come with me where the ocean meets the sky? And as the clouds roll by we'll sing the song of the sea. I had a dream last night and heard the sweetest sound. I saw a great white light and dancers in the round. Castles in the sand. Cradles in the trees. Don't cryI'll see you by and by," he sings as his magic fills the air while he rocks you as if you were once again a baby.

He wishes he could use his magic to make you forget but there is no such way to remove only certain memories with the magic he was slowly but surely regaining. In moments like this, he makes sure you feel him holding you, a sign that he's still with you.

He doesn't want to think of what would have happened if Shadow Milk Cookie crumbled or took you. You're his baby, from now and until Earthbread collapses. He cannot afford to dwell on what could've been, he must now focus on the present so that maybe someday his little smiling child can return.

[signanothername]

After seeing what you thought about the "dadmare" trope, I got a little curious and wanted to know your thoughts on shipkids. Like even if you don't know them all, just Nightmare having children as a concept, I want to know your thoughtssss.

Personally I had this whole spiel about Nm kind of being a manipulative parent that uses different types of manipulative tactics to get his kids to compete with one another. Just like- a way of getting them to spread negative for his own benefit. It's a lot to describe atm but that's the short of it hehe-

Tbh ship kids aren’t my thing, like I don’t hate them, just neutral on them, I don’t find them interesting shshhshs

And as for Nightmare, god forbid he actually becomes a parent dbdhhdhd, this bitch is way too emotionally immature for that to do well with kids

Like tbh my thoughts on this topic are complicated???

But in general, I don’t see Nightmare as a parent, like at all, he doesn’t strike me as someone who wants to have kids or start a family of his own, he’s literally a semi-god, self proclaimed king of negativity in the entire multiverse, extremely powerful and literally immortal, what would having kids add to him?

Like I think it’s an important question to ask: why would Nightmare want, let alone have, kids of his own?

Spreading negativity? He has 3 slaves for that, he can even do it himself thank you

A Familly? He already has a headache inducing twin, that’s one too many

A heir? Heir for what? He’s immortal, and his possessions and power belong to him, and he doesn’t intend on sharing or entrusting it to anyone else (not that anyone deserves to in his eyes in the first place, not even his own family and blood)

Nightmare sees no benefit in having kids, cons more than pros, they add nothing to him, but take so much away, effort and time and resources that he doesn’t intend on wasting in the first place

Like, even if it added anything to him, Nightmare’s just not the kinda person who even wants kids, he isn’t in the mood to pay attention to a weak pathetic child that couldn’t survive on its own

That being said, if he did become a parent, then he’s definitely not gonna be a good one, he’d be neglecting at best, and extremely abusive mentally, emotionally and even physically, at worst

Like believe me when i say that an animal has wayyyyyy better chances around Nightmare than a kid does (and that says a lot when it comes to Nightmare)

Nightmare never had an actual active parent in his own life, and the closest he had to a parent figure, was literally a tree, Nightmare’s too ignorant on the subject of parenting and was super neglected as a child himself to truly understand how to take care of his own

Like why would he become a parent when he doesn’t even fathom the prospect of being one?

Like the closest thing I can imagine Nightmare doing when it comes to parents/parenting, is read books regarding that, not to take care of his would never exist children but cause he’s curious, only to realize “huh, parents are supposed to hold you close and kiss you and encourage/ support and love you??? Sure mother would’ve done that had she been able to, surely she loved us as much as this book speaks of”

Hell, i’d say if Nightmare had a child, it’ll be completely accidental than an actual want/ decision on his part, and a horrifying one to him at that, like I can see Nightmare genuinely freaking out at the prospect of a child of his own, but not in the sense of “oh I don’t know how to be a parent, how shall I take care of you little one?” And more “I never wanted you in the first place why do you exist? You sure as hell would never belong to me” He’d literally abandon them, if he didn’t just immediately kill them

Not to mention, I don’t think Nightmare has the patience to deal with children generally, he barely tolerates the 3 adults living under his own roof

Yeah, Nightmare and children don’t mix well, keep them separated chchhc

He will hold no love or any attachment to his supposed kids, they will not even be in his radar

Does that mean I believe that Nightmare is incapable of love? No, I believe Nightmare is cable of genuine love in general and is absolutely capable of loving people, he loves his twin after all (even when he’s in denial of it)

It’s just that he’s way to blind to that love that settles within him, he’s too stubborn and too afraid, too in denial, and he stomps on any semblance of love, kindness and compassion he has cause he believes it’s irrational, that it’ll get him killed

Plus no one showed him any love, why should he? Not that Nightmare himself believes he’s capable of love, with the hatred consuming his soul, and with how he never truly developed any true love for anyone other than his twin, Nightmare fully believes he’s completely incapable of love

And so he still hurts the people he loves, he still hurts Dream, and he doesn’t hold much guilt for it, he enjoys it even, a sort of sick satisfaction at seeing those who are weaker than him groveling at his feet, a deep rooted hatred that overshadows that love inside him, he’s sadistic and crule and full of hate as much as he’s full of love

His love for someone doesn’t mean they’re safe from him, Nightmare’s better to deal with in a business manner than an emotional one (even when he’s a being that acts on emotion than brain)

Anyone has better chances of being safe from Nightmare if they make a deal with him and somehow convince him to agree on the terms in which they are safe from him in exchange for something he wants, than if they simply rely on his love for them

Cause Nightmare’s hatred always wins against his love, but Nightmare’s fair when it comes to holding his end of the bargain, he doesn’t appreciate deal breakers and it’s beneath him to do so, as long as the other party holds their end, he’ll hold his

In conclusion, keep kids away from this bitch xbbxbxbx

[the-axolotl-skellie]

The man who played God.

Rewritten backstory! TDLR is Lune and Sol were supposed to be Vessels for these two gods to possess and save monsters. But Lune didn't come out right. Uhh TW for implied CSA, and child abandonment!

I purposefully also based Gasters skull off Papyrus, to more so show why Lune is afraid of Papyri. They... let's say Lune say Gaster without his mask alot.

The year was 20XX, underground, and a man named WD Gaster had a dream. To honour the God's that created monster kind, with a vessel worthy of their immortality. To hope they would come as ANGELs and save monster kind.

The man created two SOULS. One he created after painting of the Goddess in her mortal form, the Axolotl—That symbolized her healing and MERCY.

The other, after the warrior of the God, the Phoenix. Symbolizing strength and DETERMINATION.

As the two souls were created—One came out so... Perfect. The perfect vessel for the God that gifted the sun. The perfect skeleton that took resemblance of Gaster himself, he dubbed that one, Sol.

The other, which would've been named Lune, came out weak and unfinished. The thing wasn't a perfect vessel, a perfect sacrifice, it was a mistake. He wouldn't even talk to it.

So while Sol was shown off, pranced around, and treated as highly as the crown by monsters, beloved.

He never did say a word about Lune. No, no that one, would remain in a small cell in his laboratory, on the lowest level. He would use it to relieve his stresses, he had no wife after all and it was useless otherwise.

And eventually. The God did come, though not thr Goddess. But one was more than enough to free monster kind, breaking thr barrier.

Leaving Lune alone in the lab.

[sparkiekong]

Monitoring Kasha 4/4

All of these things set upon Kasha an increasing urge to flee with Lycara. This urge was nearing a point of no return when she caught a strange scent in the wind and had seen someone meeting in secret with Meena. Kasha sat on the balcony with Lycara cooing and smiling at her.

“I don’t think you’re going to do well with Meena… but I don’t think you’ll do any better with me. I don’t know what to do little one. You’re so small and innocent. Your brothers are already trying to spar with each other while you can barely keep your head up. Maybe you’re just a normal human child?”

Lycara just cooed and smiled at her while tugging on her braids. Kasha shook her head, “I am lost, little one. I need to do something… We could go back to her; she may forgive me now that I can access my form again. She’d be a good mom, I think. Yeah, I think we’re going to go see her. I can’t let you go with Meena… I just can’t. Cat will take good care of you, she did me.” She held onto Lycara tightly while she planned their escape.

[luna-is-lost]

Logik Delta

character chart

I was going to release both oc charts together, but I haven't started Luna's yet.

Update: I finished a messy animatic for the battle, I have not yet made it smooth or done the inking.

I apologize for my messy handwriting a clearer script is written below.

Logik S. Delta (He, Him, His)

Age: 16 Height: 5'5 (1.65m)

Personality:

Cunning, Egotistic, Short-tempered, Perfectionist, Prideful, Intellegante, Awkward, and Social-Emotional agnosic.

Nationality:

German and British heritage (Born in England)

History:

Moved to the United States at 8 years old after his mother left. Struggled in school socially due to his disability and was bullied there in New Jersey. His main goal is to receive respect and praise.

High-Functioning Autism

Education:

Recently Graduated High School.

Interests:

Mechanics, Robotics, and playing the violin.

Dislikes:

Physical touch, Co-dependence, and (trying) New Foods.

Job:

Luna's #1 assistant and advisor.

[bluestrawberrybunny]

To start this post off: I know this seems like a weird crossover fic; HOWEVER, warning before people begin reading: this fic contains major character death, mentions of su*c*de, SA, s*x and s*x work, murder, blood, abandonment, child neglect, child ab*se, and emotional ab*se. If any of these make you uncomfortable, I would suggest finding another fic to read.

While this crossover seems really weird to some readers at a glance, this is a very serious fic that covers the topics mentioned above.

Ok… I am having some issues with the Apprenticeship AU (specifically dealing with writer’s block), but this is an AU and crossover fic I have not been able to stop thinking about. There are planned to be 15 chapters in total. First chapter is out now. It’s something that I really like, and I can’t wait to work on this story moving forward while I figure out how to tell the story I am wanting to with the SMG4 Apprenticeship AU.

So in the meantime, I’m going to be updating this one a lot more frequently during my recovery time from eye surgery, so… yeah.

No, I have no abandoned the Apprenticeship AU (and I am also planning on posting both fics on AO3 eventually, but I was writing them originally on WattPad so… yeah. Give me time to put those on AO3 for those who don’t have WattPad).

Basic rundown of this Space Pirates AU:

Crossover between SMG4, TMNT 2012, BABQFTIM (only Quest!Cuphead and Quest!Mugman are in this fic tho and no I do not support the original AU’s creator), Cry of Fear, Borderlands, and my OCs in a scenario inspired by the show Firefly.

This takes place during TMNT 2012 Season 4, when the group is in space (duh). This AU deals with very difficult topics, especially when regarding how I feel about a certain character from the 2012 series *cough* April *cough* and how she was handled, especially with her relationship to other characters, especially when one of the characters canonically died on screen from her hand.

Basically, this is a “What-If” scenario with a lot of angst, but also a fun found family story surrounding our lovely pirate crew, as well as a fun twist that is revealed at the end of the first chapter and will be explained more throughout the fic.

Again, I know this seems like it would be a crack fic, but it is taken seriously and I am actually taking this story seriously. To be honest, if this story wasn’t so rooted in the story of TMNT 2012 season 4, I would likely take this and make it its own thing. However, I do hope people do give this fic a shot (unless any of the topics I mentioned at the very top of this post make you uncomfortable, in which case I am perfectly fine with you skipping this one for your own mental health).

So… yeah. This is not a crack fic. It’s just me telling a story with a bunch of different characters from different continuities as if they’re all from the same one.

[kankuroplease]

¿Podrías darnos más detalles sobre el Uchiha-nara que es amigo de Kota? ¿Hay más como ella, por favor?

If you mean are their other Uchina-Nara that work in a brothel? Possibly, I didn’t make any more tho. Just her, but tragedy under the cut

Names Matsu

When she was young she was bullied for not being able to use fire release and being the “child of whore”

She never took to cats, instead preferred birds

She was never properly trained given she had “no talent”

A fact Kota tried to change/show her some moves because how can she be an Uchiha and not know how to fight

After her parent’s death, she was sold to the brothel by her caretaker as soon as she was old enough to work (chores, not that kind of work)

She quickly learned how to use Shadow Imitation Technique from another Nara (who speculated she may be part of the clan because she looked like someone she knew) at the brothel and became some what of a security guard for the ladies

She hates every clan, but has a special hatred for the Uchiha given those are the ones she she grew up with

She didnt like being recognized as either Uchiha or Nara, but it intrigued potential clients

A fact her madam played up

She was either some exotic Uchiha

She didn’t like to look at herself in mirrors for a long time because of that treatment

She thinks Kota is an idiot, but only see can call him that

Makes smoke rings when she’s bored

She became the most popular at her brothel and used that to be able to pick her own clients

Once she became the madam, she changed a lot of the rules of the establishment

Including not separating the mothers and children. Instead allowing them to leave with their child (she still didn’t encourage them to have children because of their line of work)

She’s polyamorous with all female lovers who also work at the brothel, except one

She doesn’t know what jealousy is and gets annoyed when any of her lovers act jealous over her

She does attempt to keep them satisfied with using a schedule for who’s day it is for her undivided, which does help a bit

When it just doesn’t work out with a lover that had sought her affection first because of their jealousy, she’s a bit harsh

They basically have a few days to leave her presence as it’s her establishment and she knows she’s incapable of being professional

Literally get out of her face and leave everything she’s given them

Her favorite lover, a beautiful woman who came to the brothel at the same time as her when they were young girls, was her top earner and most trusted partner

She loved salted plums and singing while cleaning, something Matsu found annoying at first but grew to love

When they found out she was with child, she wanted to keep the baby. Insisting that this child was her final sign to retire while on top and that they could have a little one to love and raise

Matsu felt a slight pinch of insecurity at her capability to raise a child, but ultimately told her she would support her decision

Buying her all the sweets and massaging her swollen feet. She fell deeper in love watching her glow with excitement and making the most hideous baby clothing she’d ever seen

Matsu was devastated when she died shortly after child birth

This baby she wanted and barely got to meet was the only thing left of her and Matsu was determined to protect her with her life

Their little Kaede

Shielding her from the world as much as possible as there are far too many dangers and she didn’t want to lose her little girl too

Sometimes, despite her utter lack of interest in helping or receiving aid from the Uchiha, would reluctantly ask for Gin and Kota’s aid in clearing out the district of unwanted guest to insure her women and daughter’s safety

Even more reluctantly letting Shion and Kotaro crash at the brothel if they were coming back from missions and wanted to stay indoors instead of camping out

Forbidding them from any chambers but their own for the night as this place wasn’t kid friendly (yes, a hypocrite who was raising a kid in said place. But that kid wasn’t allowed to wonder just anywhere either)

Her daughter grew up and married Kota’s son Shion (the brunette in light blue kimono)

She wasn’t surprised when her daughter expressed interest in Shion

But it was a little upsetting given her contempt for the Uchiha and Kota and Gin’s loyalty to the Uchiha

She didn’t want her daughter to be sent back into that fire

But that boy would burn the world for Kaede and never once looked down on her origins, so he ultimately got her blessing raised a better man then yourself there, Kota? Hm 😏

Plus Kaede was completely smitten with the boy and is as stubborn as herself. She would’ve found her way to his side with or without her blessing

In her golden years, she looks back at her life and the many loves she received with melancholic beauty

Living her days a cozy apartment within konoha and threatening/teasing her son in-law and her old friend equally for fun

[elizabeaufort]

⏤ Introducing ELIZABETH BEAUFORT. Word on the street is they are a STRIPPER / MODEL, having been around for 4 YEARS. Though they are OBSESSIVE and COMPULSIVE, they can also be OPEN MINDED and GENEROUS. In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in.

— BASICS

Name: elizabeth "lux" louise beaufort

Nickname(s): "lux" ( preferred nickname and stage name ), "liz, lizzie" ( family members only )

Age / D.O.B.: 30, July, 2nd 1994.

Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Female, she / her, heterosexual.

Hometown: Sydney, Australia

Affiliation: Civilian

Job position: retired Stripper @ GF / artist / performer/ model ( temporarily unemployed )

Education: Dropped out the second year of Arts and Media

Relationship status: dating Alexander Calder.

Children: 2 ( twins, beau and lilou age 2 ) + ( identical twins, leo and theo, 0 months )

Positive traits: (5) open mind, kind, patient, flexible, resilient

Negative traits: (5) obsessive, compulsive, impulsive, enigmatic, awkward

Personality:  INFP mediator

Height: 1,68m / 5'6" ft

— BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNINGS: murder, death, child abandonment

What happens when a French gardener Claude and a socialite divorced Stella became lovers? This is how Elizabeth came to the world. She was born in Australia, Sydney. Her grandparents by her mother's side, weren't thrilled with the news. But they tried to make it, their romance and their little family. At the age of 5, Elizabeth and her parents moved to the U.S. seeking the 'American dream'.

Arriving in the States, they tried to adapt to the new life, but Stella wasn't very happy. She misses her old life in Australia where she had everything and there had to battle to get her things. Eventually, the fights became constant, and Claude tried everything to fix it, although he didn't have the budget to give what his wife wanted.

When Elizabeth was 6 years old, her mother said she was going on a trip and would back. And she never back. She abandoned her, and her father.

Years and years later, she met a guy named Jack, and the pair quickly became a couple and rushed to a wedding (both needed money). He was a mechanic, and she wished to become an interior designer one day.

( tw: drugs ) The money from her wedding with Jack helped her to put her father in rehab, he was chemical dependent and she had to take care of him ( which was the main reason she wanted to marry as soon as she could ) , and her husband on the other hand needed the money to pay some drug dealers he owed during the time he was suffering addiction ( Elizabeth wasn't aware of this side from her husband ) .

A tragedy of destiny came when her husband was brutally murdered, a few days before the twins were born. The killer mistook him with somebody else. He wasn't the target. After the death of her husband, it was hard to raise her children and she felt bad for all the effort her father was making for her, and his grandchildren. She did a lot of odd jobs to help her children and her father as well, this is when she met someone, who suggested her work in a club that was looking for new strippers and paid well.

She went to get information and decided to give it a shot. It was the fastest way to get money and paid well, compared to her other jobs. At home, people are unaware of what she does for work, and she would rather things be kept this way. Her father helps her with the twins.

When her twins were two years old, she by chance met with their biological father, who was a man she had besotted for in the past and gone without giving any explanation of his life. As soon as they were together and found out her twins all this time were actually from him, Alexander Calder.

( tw kidnap, pregnancy ) After deciding to be together, Elizabeth was kidnapped by one of the rivals from her boyfriend's work, she stayed a month missing when Alex finally was able to found her, during this time he stayed with their children.

A little bit after that she found out she was pregnant again of twins ( again ) , on Valentine's Day, she had a premature delivery of her identical twin boys Leo and Theo.

⏤ TLDR // TRIVIA HC

her mother abandoned her when she was a child.

her husband was murdered by mistake.

mother of two (twins) a boy and a girl named lilou, and beau, age 2 ( b. 27 / 05 / 22 ) + identical twins boys leo and theo ( b. 14 / 02 / 25 )

her father helps her with the grandchildren ( not very good @ at sometimes )

did a lot of odd jobs and still does some odd jobs

her first twins are colorblind and both have heterochromia in their left eyes.

her father knew she was a stripper but he pretends he does not know it, and she pretends to her father that she does not work as a stripper either.

the twins aren't biological children from her late husband.

she still wishes to be an interior designer or work with media or have her own drink company.

liz is basically a mother to her own father bc he gives her a lot of gray hair.

she retired from stripping in june of 2024. ( she stripped around 2 years ish )

she is bilingual ( english + french ).

— WANTED CONNECTIONS:

TUTOR. There were moments her father wasn't exactly fittable to take care of her, so this character probably was bestie of her father, and decided to take her under the wings when things get ugly in her household.

— TAKEN CONNECTIONS:

Twins' Father & Boyfriend: Alexander Calder.

Mother: Stella Rinehart

Best friend & brother-in-law: Luke Weiss.

Bestie girl pal: Zara Kumar.

[enbygirlblogging]

do you ever experience a wild moment of sudden empathy for everyone in the world. like yeah i knew a guy who bullied people a lot, and who i really used to hate, but then i found out he got beaten by his stepdad and watched his sister die a horrible and graphic death first-hand, and suddenly the hate didn't come so easy. yeah i knew a girl who abused me for the better half of my life, but looking back, she also definitely had no one in the world who loved her, including her own family. my issues with her are a lot more personal, but i just don't have it in me to really loathe her the way i once did. i've never had a good relationship with my father, but he never had a parent worth looking up to. and i'm not saying any of that trauma excuses being a horrible human being, and i'm not saying you have to forgive everyone who ever wronged you, or even really that you should.

but i guess i'm saying maybe i forgive the people who wronged me.

[unovasaved-a]

I KNOW I'M LATE BUT I SAW PARENT TALK AND YOU KNOW I ALWAYS GOTTA TALK ABOUT ROSA'S PARENTS

Long story short

Rosa's father abandoned Rosa's mother cause he wasn't ready for a commitment/family. Rosa's mother was super devoted and heartbroken, turned that devotion to Team Plasma. Rosa was born into Team Plasma. Rosa's mother came to resent and hate Rosa, often trying then once succedding in abandoning Rosa. Rosa loves her mother but never knew her father.

Rosa's mother(Wynona) and father(Adone) were a short term fling, Wynona wanted it to be a much longer more serious thing. She was fully prepared to devote herself to Adone and start a family with him. But Adone didn't want that kind of commitment and left Wynona upon realizing she was pregnant. This devastated Wynona who had ran away from her family for Adone and was now without any sort of support system.

Wynona blamed Rosa for Adone abandoning her but wanted to keep Rosa in case Adone ever came back. So they could be a proper family. However a few weeks after Adone's abandonment Wynona met a Team Plasma recruiter who offered her community and a support system that Wynona felt she had never had before. Wynona jumped at the opportunity. Wynona was given a home in the Team Plasma commune and Rosa was born in the commune.

Now that Wynona had a community and "support" system she grew paranoid that Rosa was going to make the commune abandon her. So repeatedly Wynona attempted to abandon Rosa either in a city or in the woods. However each time another Plasma member would find Rosa and return her to Wynona or Rosa herself would find her way back to Wynona. Over time Wynona began to resent Rosa more and more for this.

Wynona finally managed to get rid of Rosa by leaving her in an abandoned house in Aspertia City upon the disbanding of the original Team Plasma. Wynona had heard rumors of another faction of Team Plasma that still existed and was focused on joining that faction without the threat of Rosa by her side. By this time she was fully devoted to Ghetsis.

Rosa loved, still loves, her mom more then most anything else. She waited in Aspertia City for years for her mom to return. When she finally began to realize her mom might not be coming back she decided to find N, reform Team Plasma, find her mother and bring her family back together. What she didn't expect was for her entire world view to change or to discover how much her mother hated her.

Throughout Rosa's journey she ran into her mom three separate times. Each time Wynona threatened her, told her to stay away. Two times Wynona actually attacked her and on the final time Wynona would have killed her had Rosa's friends not shown up.

Wynona was arrested by Interpol for her terrorist activity within Neo Plasma. She is currently held in a high security prison by Interpol. Rosa still visits her often, Rosa still loves her very, very much. Sadly Wynona's hatred and resentment for her child has only grown over the years.

Upon Rosa's visits she refuses to speak with Rosa or even look at Rosa. Often times she won't even come out of her room for visiting hours. Only doing so if made to do so. If she had it her way she'd make sure she never saw Rosa again.

[doctorknightley]

WHO: Eagan (@endlessreruns) and Knightley SUMMARY: Knightley breaks the news to Eagan about Howl and they react as well as can be expected. TW: Violence, panic attacks, child abandonment mention

Knightley had rolled his sleeves off, having gotten most of the water off his arms but he still had a few red splotches scattered on them. He'd debated stopping by the clinic to get some ointment from Zarina, but the pain was manageable and he needed to talk to Eagan. Knocking on her door he ran a hand through his hair, "Hello, the pain medication still working well?" he asked when she opened the door.

"oh yeah it's-" Eagan paused as she caught a look at the red splotches "did you need some of that stuff Z made for that?" she asked as she stepped aside for him to come in. There was plenty to spare.

Knightley had been watching the way Eagan move, about to ask how they were feeling before pausing. "I wouldn't say no if you still had some," he said following them in. "I did need to speak to you, if you have a minute. I had a…chat with Howl today."

"oh that fuck? What about?" Eagan asked curiously as she moved to grab the jar from where they'd been storing it. "Here" she said upon her return and holding it out for him to take. There was still some, but it was clear plenty had been used already.

Knightley took the jar with a grateful nod, using barely enough to cover the marks mostly to keep others from worrying. He was looking at his arms as he spoke, "You. I asked what happened to his face and he had a whole rant against you," he said glancing up at her. "And your mother," he added, "Even called you a quote little bitch wolf." There's not many but looking at Eagan he can see the similarities gauging their reaction.

Eagan didn't care much that Howl had ranted about her. She didn't care much when anyone did, but then Knightley mentioned he'd said something about their mother again and her fingers curled into her palms creating a fist and a half down at her sides. The next bit of information caught her by surprise though. "Where would he get that from?"

While he hadn't felt particularly guilty for what he'd done, Knightley felt more satisfied based on Eagan's reaction. By now he might as well be direct with it, for both their sakes. "From being there when you were born considering he's your father…well biologically that is," he said, "He confirmed it when I realized and confronted him."

"No" Eagan shook her head. "I know who my biological or whatever dad is and he's dead. Has been for over twenty years"

Knightley briefly grimaces, "He said he signed his rights away," he said keeping voice even, "That he was called about you twice." He'd thought it over on the way, once for Eagan's parents and another for their grandparents more than likely.

"no" Eagan shook her head once again. "No, no, no. That's - " a hand moved to push up through her hair. "no"

Ah there's the guilt, Knightley thinks idly. "You said it felt like he knew you..," trailing off, debating what to say for a moment, "Look biology aside, this just explains his comments, but it doesn't mean he has any claim over you or that you have to acknowledge him at all."

Eagan shook her head again, this time not saying anything as she began pacing some about the room. It was followed by a sudden scream, an almost guttural "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck" as her fist connected with the closest wall. Again and again and again.

If he was anyone else, Knightley might have jumped when she screamed. The grimace is back when he notes which hand they're using to punch. Moving over to them, he knows he should grab her but she doesn't like touch 90% percent of the time. Instead putting his own hand on the wall to catch their fist, wincing more from the feel of liquid in his hand, knows they've likely started bleeding. "Eagan…," he wants to ask them to talk but that's unhelpful so instead opts to say they only thing he can offer right now, "I shoved him down a flight of stairs."

Eagan clenched her jaw as a punch landed, hitting against flesh instead of the solidness of the wall. "is he dead?" The words come out before she can even register them

Knightley bit back a sigh and slowly shook his head. "No he's not…I wouldn't have done that without your knowledge," he admits, "Do you want him to be?"

"I don't know." Eagan wasn't sure what she wanted or even what she was feeling. Not really. It was all just so much at once. "what did I do?" they asked running her hand through her hair again, getting some blood in the brunette strands. "what did - why didn't - why didn't he wan-" Eagan had been shaking her head as she spoke but didn't finish.

"Little Wolf," Knightley said softly, partly to get their focus back and partly because he needs to have that back. The brief flash of anger is there over Howl trying to have even that small bit of control over Eagan. "From what you've told me, you couldn't have been more than a baby. You didn't do anything, he's the one who left," his tone firm as he looks at her, "He's the one who missed out."

The use of the nickname brings her attention back to Knightley. "Then why did he fucking care enough to do this?" Eagan asked, gesturing to her face. It's not the only physical evidence of whatever Howl had against her, but it is the most visible.

"I don't know, he seemed impulsive and petty," Knightley replied. Looking at her face has his hands twitch at his sides, slowly curling into fists. "Most things we'd have to ask him, which if that's what you want we can arrange. I'm just not sure you'll like any answer he gives."

Impulsive and petty. Both traits Eagan had inherited to varying degrees. The man owed her answers. Not just for her but for her mom, but at the same time Eagan didn't want to see this man again if they could help it. For a moment nothing was said again, as she went back to pacing frustratingly, and eventually grabbed hold of an empty glass that hadn't made its way back to the kitchen and chucking it at the wall opposite of Knightley, watching as it smashed and shattered against the wall.

Knightley stayed silent watching them pace back and forth through the kitchen and living room. He'd moved to grab a first aid kit from a kitchen cabinet, glancing back when the glass hit the wall. His eyes flickered down to the glass on the floor before back at Eagan. Going back to the kitchen he came back out and held out another glass towards her.

Eagan didn't even hesitate to take the second glass and repeat the motion. Throwing it at the same wall, this time letting out another frustrated cry. One to rival the one that had been released before she'd begun punching the wall.

There was a small part of Knightley that almost wishes he hadn't told them. Wondering if Eagan would have been better off living in ignorance. "Do you want Mo here tonight or should I have him over?" he questioned keeping his tone even, one of them needed to stay level headed.

"yes. No. Ye- I don't - " Eagan shook her head, her chest starting to move up and down in a rapid manner as she felt her chest start to tighten and her hand moved up to grab at her shirt. "I can- I can't-" Eagan inhaled a sharp, struggled breath.

As much as he wasn't sure, Knightley moved closer, putting a hand lightly on her arm. "Take a breath and hold it," he said making his own breathing more obvious, "You're not alone with this, I'm only leaving if you ask me to."

Eagan did as Knightley said, taking a deep breath and then holding it there. Repeating the way the other was breathing. "I'll - I'll be fine" she said slowly between breaths. "You don't. have to stay"

"I might not have to," Knightley replied still keeping his breathing obvious. "But I want to," he said earnestly, letting out a small sigh he moved his hand to the back of Eagan's neck. Brushing his thumb along their hair, "Like I said, not leaving you alone little wolf. You're still one of my priorities."

"I shouldn't be this way, right?" Eagan asked looking at Knightley "about this. About him. I shouldn't care. He didnt. Doesnt. Why should I?"

Knightley was still brushing their hair, waiting for them to pull back if they needed to. "Because as much as we want want to act indifferent, we all want approval," he said, hesitating before giving a small shrug. "You're aware of what my uncle tried to do…I shouldn't miss him, but there are days where I do…You can care and hate him at the same time."

Eagan swallowed. Not wanting to think that she wanted his approval. Before now she hadn't even known that the man they thought was their biological father wasn't. Before the day at the art festival hadn't known Howl even existed. "Do I look like him?" She asked after a moment

For a brief second Knightley thought about how much Jaiden had asked the same thing. Tilting his head and looking at her, he slowly shook his head. "If you want my honest opinion, you have a similar jawline and nose shape, but overall I'd say no. I never met her but I assume you take more after your mother, which I'm grateful for."

"can you fix those? I know if you break your nose it doesn't always look the same after."

Knightley blinked before giving their neck a squeeze. "To be fair you might've broken his, and if you didn't I have no qualms over changing his nose shape over yours."

"Really?" Eagan asked, there's a slight laugh in her voice as she did. "Good he deserves it."

A grin tugged at Knightley's lips and he dropped his hand off them, shaking his head with an amused huff. "He was also complaining about it," he said, "Not sure the fall down the stairs was any help with that."

She smiled as another slight laugh came out. Eagan took in a deep breath and then released "sorry about all this. For being like this" she apologized

Knightley tilted his head again brow furrowing, his eyes flickered to the kitchen then back to them. "As much as I enjoy our talks of microwaves and babies, I do also just enjoy your company," letting out his own slow breath, "I don't like seeing you upset or hurt, if I'm able to do anything to help when that happens, I want to."

"You don't have to, but can you stay til Mo gets back?" Eagan asked after a moment. Her eyes then went to the floor where the broken glass was "I should probably clean that up too, huh?"

"I can do that," Knightley agreed before also glancing at the glass. "How about you sit for a second, just let me get it this time, alright?"

"oh umm yeah okay" Eagan nodded "there's a broom and pan in the food closet in the kitchen"

Knightley managed to keep the surprise off his face when they agreed, letting them sit before going about cleaning the glass. "Sure you'll be fine with just Mo tonight?"

"yeah I'll be fine" Eagan nodded "you really don't need to worry about me so much, Knightley"

Knightley was dusting off their hands and tilted his head at them. "To be honest I'm not use to worrying about someone the way I do about you, if I'm ever being overbearing about it just let me know."

Eagan gave a nod to let him know that she understood and that she would let him know if and when that occurred. "If you're hungry there's some stuff in the kitchen that you can just eat without having to cook or whatever"

Knightley gave his own nod and even if they hadn't asked for anything as well, still made food for them both to eat while they waited for Mo to come home after work.

[the-smallest-star]

where was your mom? didnt you grow up with toby?

"I grew up with Vinn, Butch and Tinker who worked for Toby. They were her dealers. She left me there promising she'd be right back with what she owed, then never came back. Didn't have a dad and no one else wanted me so they took care of me instead."

"Instead she started her career, unburdened by having a four year old, worked in media and probably fucked her way up to Imp City Gossip's talk show host. She doesn't ever mention she had a kid. Personally I don't give a shit about her, just pisses me off whenever she tries to be mom to get something from me."

[paleoid]

part 3 from last post. Eventually my mother had a divorce with him because she had cheated and was now pregnant with another man's baby.

I had finally spoke up for myself, and wanted to finish high-school where I was instead of moving again because of her lustful nature towards men. My mother actually let me stay, but she took my brothers with her, and I was left alone with him for 6 years.

As soon as she left, he started to groom me, and the saddest part is he used to be a CPS worker. I was 14, and I hadn't ever been officially with another person physically before. He would say odd things to me, wanted me to be more sensual, wear less clothing around the house.

I had already been touched before, so I would shatter his reality by locking myself in my room, and avoiding him as much as I could. I thought he was seeing me as his child, not as a replacement for my mother. Even then, I didn't know what was happening to me wasn't normal.

One night, as I was now 17, while we were watching Game of Thrones, he grabbed my hand and was trying to make me touch him, I ripped my hand from him and locked myself away. I would have a grand mal seizure a year later right before I turned 18, and the doctors would tell me it was genetic and there was nothing I can do about but take pills. The military couldn't take me because of my medical problem.

When I had barely made it through high-school with a few failed grades, I was sent to a small college to redo what I missed out on. Though I did myself a favor this time around and made excellent grades in Psychology and Criminal Science. Now at 18, he saw no use for me anymore, and made me pack up my things to live my grandmas.

Although I was free from him, the insecure attachment I had got worse, and one night, he called me to come visit him in his camper. He would be my first introduction to drugs, he told that since I was now 18, it was okay to do it. I believed him.

I would pass out on his bed, high as a kite, as he would lay beside me and do whatever he wanted to me all night until the next morning and I wouldn't even be able to fight back.

I would go back to my grandparents home, and pretend it never happened. My other family members had a high opinion of him, so anything negative was swept under the rug.

I would live with them for a bit, denying what I was, and trying to be what was expected of me while visiting my other family members and getting sent to the mental hospital four separate times because I did not see any reason to live, ( this happened once in childhood with my parents second divorce, got misdiagnosed because my parents denied abusing me, the second was with living with my stepfather, the third was living with my grandparents, and then back living with my mother) . I worked a few odd jobs, and some danger ones too.

I would leave my grandparents home, back to living with my mother at 22 after my mother would call begging to see me after not bothering to see when I was living with my stepfather. I agreed, yet I really didn't know her anymore. She had gotten a lot worse, started to go through my belongings, hoarding in her garage, believing that medicine was poison, and her mood swings were all over the place.

[the-solanaceae-system]

[not-cursed-canary]

what's your relationship everyone? (lizzie, joel, grian, scar. your rancher tango etc) -💥

Lizzie? I vaguely remember that name. She was close to Joel before she died, that's all I know. Joel's my uncle, by the way.

I think it'd be easier to type out a family tree than explain it.

Tango - Impulse - Skizz - Etho Cleo

↓ ↓

Grian - Joel - Pearl Scar - Bdubs

↓

Me

( - indicates siblings)

Then there's my ex, Scott, (we tried to be friends, but we just. grew apart I guess.) and his new guy. Think his name is Marty or something. We used to be friends when we were kids, but I don't remember a lot of that.

There's also my aunt Gem who would've died around the same time as Lizzie. Possibly the same time, I don't know.

I never knew my mum... She disappeared as soon as I was old enough to survive without her. Dropped me on dad's doorstep, and I've been with him ever since.

[elizabeaufort]

⸻ She let out an 'oh' by the statement. She felt a bit related to the statement to some extent. She wasn't meant to be Jack's wife. But in her case is just the wrong person. Elizabeth could see her being Alexander's wife one day, if he never got bored of her that is. ⏤ Claude was in good shape for a man at his age, surprisingly he is not a womanizer. It wasn't much of his profile. ⏤ The next question made her smile. ❛ Yes, it is. Their names are Lilou and Beau, and my man is Alex. ❜ She explained while showing another picture of the trio together. All of them were smiling. ⏤ Elizabeth has a very vivid memory of her family when she was a child. Not a good memory. She still remembers how her mother looked like back then. The older she gets, the more confused she stays at remembering the details or even forgetting about her. ❛ Oui. I mean, they're still learning to talk. But they talk a good decent sentences. Occasionally they mix the languages. ❜ She chuckles, it was adorable watching them mixing it.

❛ It's like their father. ❜ She added upon the observation of the eyes. ❛ What's your father like? Other than never approving men in your life? ❜ It seems like a typical thing from all the fathers, never liking the partner of their children. She took her phone back after "Kat" put her number on it. ⏤ A million-dollar question… She thought she was hiding well her inner feelings, but she was wrong. ⏤ Elizabeth was considering how to answer it. If she should say the truth or omit it. ❛ I found out I'm pregnant. And I'm afraid, my boyfriend might leave me when he knows the truth. So, I'm thinking of breaking up with him. I'm drinking everything I want, and doing everything I want so I can break up with him. I don't want to relive the pain I felt when my mother left me. ❜

──she waved a hand dismissively, smiling a little at the younger blonde. “please, it was tragic, but not all of us are meant to be wives,” she winked at her again, laughed a little. and she sure wasn’t, even though her second husband had been more of her father’s choice than hers, and she had never truly loved him, at least he wasn’t poor and had a good sense of buying her off to keep her satisfied while he was off…doing whoever piqued his interest ( and unbeknown to him, she did the same ). she could admit though, only to herself, Claude did not look half bad. still, he was off her list, for good, she had made her choice and still stood by it. “that’s you man, and your babies?” she nodded towards her phone when she noticed the lock screen a moment later, curious, she had not quite seen what the twins looked like. twins, she could even handle one child, the horror it had been to have two. her gaze flickered to her when she responded to her question and blinked at the revelation. It did surprise her a little to hear Claude had not been a good father, especially given he had been the one caring for her for the most part because she didn’t want to deal with her on child. she wondered, too, what Liz remembered of their lives together; as a family. “French and English?” she smiled gently, meeting her gaze before looking at the phone again to see the photo of the twins. they reminded her of Liz a lot, they looked like her. “they are beautiful,” she commented, truthfully, because her daughter was a beautiful baby too; she still is, a beautiful woman now. “their eyes are so lovely!” she noted the heterochromia they both shared, quite amused.

Stella let out a genuine laugh. “oh, my father isn’t any better, but no man was good for him. he picked my second husband,” she admitted, kinda cursed herself at the slip. added a “he hated the first, I had picked him myself.” she laughed again. she loved her father, though, perhaps everything would have been avoided if she had just listened to him. “oh, certainly!” she accepted, enthusiastically, passed her her phone so she could put in her number. “so, what got you so worked up?” she inquired, accepting the pipe. “you seemed rather…upset.”