#unworthyness

[omarfor-orchestra]

I do think people who work in the field should roast the show because it was supposed to bring attention to some kind of realities that get ignored more often than everything else and it became a soap opera instead but consider. I like it.

[voidselfshipp]

Too Sweet

Cw:mentions of blood,implications of Gore,slaughter, war, mania attacks + ptsd flashbacks.

Summary: during one of their sieges, The Mechanisms split off to take care of the occupying forces of King Cole's army. One of them gets too close to Jerico and Tim sees red.

>no rbs, please.

Adrenaline surged through tims body as he laid there hands dripping with blood, a soldier dead before him.

His body shakes a manic grin on his face as he looks at the bloody corpse, laugh starting to echo from his throat. The world around him is a blurr,his eyes are wide and his pupils are small dots in his gorgeous brown iris.

With shaking hands, he lets go of his victims throat-- I told you not to touch her--He muttered with a shaky unstable voice,laughter soon leaves him.

"Thats- thats what he gets- thats what they get for- for touching her! Haha! Nobody touches my- My girlf- my friend" he thinks, slowly straightening up from his half bowed position.

--Hah-- He scoffs, smoothing his beautiful brown curly hair with his bloodstained hand-- hah, wanker...you really thought...you could hurt her

Around him the world is Fire,burning and crumbling buildings, dead bodies all around, vehicles no more than scrap and black smoke clouds rising from the pyres up to the Sky

The Mechanisms had come here to fight against an occupying force, one of the soldiers tried to stab Jerico in the neck...and Tim saw red and ripped the soldier appart with hands and teeth.

--Tim...--calls out jerico,lowering her sniper rifle. She grabs one of his hands Gently,it smothers with blood-- Tim im okay

He turns to her,eyes still wide and fingers twitching-- Doll....doll-- he throws himself at her,cupping her cheeks and looking for any scratches--Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do- do I need to call Marius?! Please tell me youre okay- i cant- I cant lose you,I cant lose you like bertie...!

She takes his wrists and says--Tim, Tim its okay im okay,im safe

Tims eyes look around her face and body,his hands pressing against her waist,her shoulders and her hips,staining her clothes with crimson sploches.

--Its okay,im not hurt,you saved me--She cooed, bringing Him in for a tight hug. His forehead falls limply on her shoulder as she strokes up and down his spine.

A shaky breath leaves him, his twitching hands unsure where to rest. Even when he tries he accidentally tugs at her clothes,gasping for air.

--I cant lose you,I cant lose you-- He whispers,tears threatening to spill-- dont die- please dont die...dont die on me I cant-- with a quivering Lower lip-- I cant- I love you so much, please dont leave me...dont leave me forever

His words take her by surprise,she squeezes him into a tight hug and his hands finally settle on her Lower back--I cant live without you--He mutters, hot tears falling down his face and onto the exposed shoulder of his companion.

--Easy,Tim. You saved me, see? 'M okay-- she promised-- see? Im alright --He nodds weakly-- c'mon lets go back to the ship

Trying to tug him along, he stops her by not moving and squeezing her. Shes quick go get the memo and nodds.

--Oooooor we can stay a little longer, thats alright too--She added, understanding he needs more time.

Both stand there among the rubble of the crumbling,blazen And charcoal blackened city. Civilian,soldier and resistance laid dead across the floor with blood and ash mixed into a paste of death, they only Hear the distant Shouts of the ongoing battle,the crackling of the pyres anf the ocassional crumble of debries.

Tim can only concentrate on that orchestra of destruction and Demise,the images of Berties death passing through his head over and over again. Its vivid,its Like hes there again holding his best friend in his arms.

--It can't be said I'm an early bird--She sings softly--It's ten o'clock before I say a word

Baby, I can never tell

How do you sleep so well

It catches tims attention, slowly bringing him back to earth,to present time,to safety.

--You keep tellin' me to live right

To go to bed before the daylight

But then you wake up for the sunrise

You know you don't gotta pretend

Baby, now and then-- jerico puts her hands on his biceps and rocks Him side to side softly.

Silken voice fills his ears and eases his heart and mind,it wraps around his soul like a blanket.

--Don't you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake

Smellin' like a bonfire, lost in a haze?-- she continues and he slowly humms along--

If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great

But while in this world

A shaky sigh leaves him,his body relaxing and laying on her for support-- I think I'll take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three-- both entone,tims voice slowly gaining more strength---

You're too sweet for me

You're too sweet for me

I take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

She smiles and he joins In with those side to side movements. One hand on her waist and the other holding hers,fingers entwined as if both were dancing.

--You're too sweet for me

You're too sweet for me-- He sings at her, as if he didnt deserve this softness.

He pulls her to waltz,turning slowly. Tim hasnt moved his head and he'd rather not, he feels safe in her embrace.

The world still burns around them with the ash falling like a tragic snowfall, the air smells of smoke and gunpowder.

--I aim low

I aim true and the ground is where I go --He takes the lead,singing to her,meaning the words--

I work late where I'm free from the phone

And the job gets done

But you worry some, I know

But who wants to live forever, babe?

You treat your mouth as if it's heaven's gate

The rest of you like you're the TSA

I wish I could go along

Babe, don't get me wrong

His voice gets flirty again as it usually is, she feels him smile against her skin and his head rises just enough so their eyes meet.

They spend a few more minutes dancing and singing softly. When he feels better and back with his boots on the ground, he looks at her and says--C'mon,lets go back before the guys freak out

And leading her by the hand they return to the Aurora. The Group asked if everything is okay and why they took so long to get back, and jer just dismisses it.

Nobody questions why Tim leads jeri to the showers, or why they spend so much time in there.

She scrubbs off the blood from his fingers,the same song they were singing now playing from a radio she took into the room.

《You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape

If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait

Until that day》

He watches her with tired eyes--I- you dont gotta do it...

--Its okay,I want to take care of you--She answers, taking his still bloody hands and kissing his knuckles.

Tim sighs under his breath and softly says--I dont...I dont deserve it

--Yes you do,dont say that.

In silence he lets her scrub off the blood from his hands and his mouth,then comb the hair products on his brown locks that now stick to his face

《I'd rather take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

You're too sweet for me

You're too sweet for me

I take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

You're too sweet for me

You're too sweet for me》

His hands rest on her waist and he helps her out a little,as much as his shaken up nervous system could allow.

--Sorry...sorry I cant be of no more help-- He mutters,voice weak and tired.

Jeri shakes her head-- Dont be,its okay

After the shower they change into something more comfortable, casual "at home" clothes to unwind. Then,they go to the 'livingroom' of the ship where everyone was.

Its not only so everyone could take stock of one another to make sure nobody was missing so it calmed their anxiety, but also a way to make everyone unwind and feel safe.

Merchant has Tim leaning on her shoulder,drifting off to sleep while she crochets Him a small headband with a sprout growing out of It

Nastya is playing her violin, the toy soldier and Ivy play checkers. Raphaella and Ashes are leaning on one another on another couch,asleep. Meanwhile,Marius, brian and Jhonny are playing poker.

Its good to see Tim resting up and feeling better, he was a very light sleeper and the few things that couldnt wake him up was Nastya's violin,quiet chatter and the purr of the octokittens.

Like that,the crew settles down and relaxes after a long day of slaughter.

[shipperwithnomister]

I need to buy things for people.

Because some part of me thinks that if I don't give people things then I have no purpose and place in their life.

I am simply a burden but maybe I can pay them to like me. Maybe if I keep them happy with gifts then they won't see how truly useless I am.

They won't grow to hate me if I can provide for them.

No they aren't taking advantage. I want them to take things from me.

If they don't want my things then they must not want me.

They must have realized how useless and burdensome I am. How much better they'd be without me.

Gifts is my love language because it's the only language I know.

[earthcrumbs]

LILITH SIGNS AND YOUR SHADOW SIDE

Lilith represents your shadow side. Your Shadow side is home to one of your most primary fears… a fear that has considerable amounts of power over how you navigate life (your choices, your actions etc.) Our lack of awareness over this shadow side is what keeps us trapped in cycles of self-defeating behaviours.

Each Signs Shadow Side/ Primary Fear

ARIES = fear of unworthyness

TAURUS = fear of scarcity

GEMINI = fear of rejection

CANCER = fear of abandonment

LEO = fear of change

VIRGO = fear of failure

LIBRA = fear of loneliness

SCORPIO = fear of loss

SAGITTARIUS = fear of meaninglessness

CAPRICORN = fear of neglect

AQUARIUS = fear of powerlessness

PISCES = fear of vulnerability

But shadows cannot exist with without light . Lilith has two sides: a dark side and a light side. If we are able to come to terms with and heal our shadow side, a transmutation to our light side will occur.

When our shadow side is brought into the light, we gain clarity over what hold us back like the unconscious fears behind our responses. It enables us to make effective change which brings us closer to our most aligned self. Black moon Lilith gives us what we need to heal

[shrimplymoray]

Can I request a jason x reader were jason deems the reader "worthy" but expects them to get bored of him and stop giving him attention like all the others and that he'll turn em into a doll only to be proven wrong when the reader constantly gives em attention and affection and never gets bored of him

Like I said on my comeback post, I am truly sorry for taking an inhuman ammount of time to answer, BUT!! If you are still interested, I am here to provide the long waited response! I hope you don't mind me refering to this specific reader as the Chose One, since they fall with waht our crimson haired toymaker longs for!

Jason the Toymaker x Chosen One Reader

When Jason pursued you as the next possible chosen one, he was already, low key, expecting to be met with resistance and "unworthyness" like the rest of the dolls, but was fairly surprised with the kindness the reader gave him.

Jason was infatuated with you, feeling like he was so, so close to finding the perfect person, but the part of him that held all the grudge he has for the world believed you were only going to be a doll in the end

He fought against himself, and inner monologues in his workshop were common. Should he give in to his instincts and deliver himself fully? He felt a connection further from anything he felt before, truthfully. But the fear, the fear of losing again, the anger that would overtake him, and the horrible things he, albeit used to, would do to you, it hurt to think.

This led to him getting needier, his already overwhelming attention becoming worse.

You, through all of this, didn't falter. You kept giving him attention, love, and affection. This surprised him, it made him the tiniest of bits nervous, even.

Jason, ever since you proved how much you truly love and appreciate him, swore to himself to protect you, and make sure you feel as cherished and loved as you made him feel in that moment he so desperately needed.

He pampers you constantly, any toy you want, he makes but ten times better. Any food you want, he gives his best to cook for you. Literally anything in his power, he makes or buys or gives to you.

He makes sure to make you feel treasured by complimenting you, and he is a rather observant man. Anything different, he will find a way to compliment in the most lovestruck way.

And most of all, he makes sure that when you need attention, comfort, and love, he is there for you. He stops anything and gives all of himself to comfort you.

Not because he feels the need to, but because he knows that you deserve it.

hope you enjoy it! It has been a while since I wrote the characters, so I may be a little rusty, but I put a lot of effort into this and loved getting to write my favorite toymaker again! Have a nice day or night, and stay safe!

[faithful-diaries]

What best we can do for Palestine?

The best we can do is speak up, donate, pray and learn from our brothers and sisters in Palestine. How they are always humble towards Allah swt. They know Allah is sufficient for them, they have this settled in their hearts. Wallahi we need that mindset.

The best we can do is change ourselves, become better muslims and better humans, People of Quran and Sunnah. Abide by our Islamic laws and enjoin good and forbid evil. Repent, renew our intentions and strive for Jannah, strive for Siratul Mustaqeem (the straight path). Because we have been given this chance to see the truth about the world, we can see it in front of us this time, how this world isn't our home, why we are told to be strangers here. Don't ignore the signs, don't ignore what's happening. If you open the eyes of your mind, all you will see is the truth of this World, it's unworthyness, how it's just a lie. And if you open the ears of your heart, all you will hear are wakeup calls.

❤️🇵🇸🤲

[shadowykingdomfestival]

Hunting after friends that do not respect my boundaries does nothing accept strengthen thought patterns of unworthyness.

I am allowed to feel free and loved in friendships - not tense.

Boundaries help relationships grow.

[isaysorryverysoftly]

the form of all evil is the same

Don't ever say things like 'you stupid monkey' 'you dog'... all evil wants to do is take things that exist fine and happy on their own and put them in a hierarchy of unworthy to worthy in order to manipulate people. The concept of unworthyness is so dogmatic that anyone who does it even once is incapable of coherent thought, to impose unworthiness on anyone is so arbitrary yet so corrosive that it is seemingly the primary sin. The pride to say that another existent being doesnt deserve something is so EVIL and yet so COMPLETELY IMPOTENT AND DOES NOTHING TO BENEFIT YOU. Like seriously, imagine actually believing in making someone feel bad by calling them a dog, and thus beleiving in the idea that being called a dog was bad, you lose TWO times, and for what... like a tiny thread of an nessecarily solipsistic ego boost. Not only do you fear being compared to a dog, but you also disrespect dogs for no reason now. You just gain a 'standard of unworthiness', a standard which posits dogs as unworthy, which doesn't do anything... you cant do anything positive with that standard, all it does is make you less likely to interpret a dog in a beautiful manner, and the other thing you get is like, an insecurity about being compared to a dog now... Like fucking good one you idiot. Good one! It's just making so much nothing out of so much something. It breaks my heart. I want to name this evil technique of pitting innocent parties against eachotehr in a heirachy. Im calling that shit Noggling, because i find it BOGGLING... but in a NOT good way. Dont noggle, not even once, no matter how inaninmate the things you are noggling with are. Never even say 'your being such a chair'. The idea of trying to convince someone of the lowered value of chairs, and then trying to convince someone to apply that lowered value of chairs onto themselves, thus causing them to feel bad about themselves at the price of also having a very close minded and uncreative view of chairs is so collaterally useless and depressing. The evil is in the form of noggling itself, not even the things you noggle against eachother.

NEVER NOGGLE!

You can goggle though, you can call someone a diamond, thats just what a metaphor is. Because it's simply asking someone to imagine if their traits were represented in the same form a diamond is.

Like when someone says 'you are my diamond' they are encouraging thought, they are encouraging you to think 'ok, so in what ways could i be like a diamond... hmm

Ok so this person subjectively feels like i am lustrous, and that i am like a little precious object that they want to keep connected to their heart'

The fundamental difference between noggling and goggling is the latter encourages thought and expereince and the former doesn't. The latter doesn't actually have a specified symbolic meaning, it doesn't make a virtue or heirachy out of diamonds and then apply it to you, for example it doesn't posit a heirachy between coal and diamonds, and then says something like 'good job not being a coal today' no, that would be noggling. Goggling gets its value by offering you a creative task of trying to imagine how you could possibly represent this 'goggled-object' in another persons mind.

Another goggling could be 'oh darling you are like my coal' and then you have the task of being hmm... what do i do that is coal like. Oh, they mean that i am that really inexpensive ore in minecraft that can be combined with A SINGLE STICK to make fucking FOUR WHOLE TORCHES! Thats wonderful...

Right, to goggle someone, to say 'you are like X' in a goggle sense, is to give them a relation that you have made in their head, in order for them to work how they feel about you. To boggle on the other hand, is to posit a heirachy and then denigrate someone on the basis of that heirachy, in which case even being at the top of the heirachy is a form of denigration, because it is denigrating them by implying that they nessecarily have to even BE A PART OF A HEIRACHY AT ALL, AND THAT THEY NEED PEOPLE UNDER THEM. You know, jesus was the king of this world, and yet he didn't denigrate himself by not hanging out with peasents, and removing himself from them in some form of heirachy. To be in a heirachy is to loose surface area is to be in contact with less objects out of dogmatic subjugation of those objects. GOSH I AM SO MAD!

[marshymashers]

to play games with humans is to imply i am fundementally near them in importance and that is just not true.

humans use the things i lack to attempt some sort of domiance act. they use these emotions i cant decipher to try to claim a stack in life. they challenge me in contests of chiviliary. in contests of heart. to try to show my unworthyness.

but when you are a diety, you dont need any of those things. they are not even specks in the greater fabric that makes this world whole. they might have heart but they lack a soul. a soul thats wooven into the fabric of the world itself.

your words are nothing to my claws, your promises are nothing to my convictions. you are worthless vermin who lack the sheer force i possess. i do not play games of heart i play games of winning.

if to gain the heart of my desired i must be the only one standing then its my perferd outcome.

you want to give them your all.

i will give them everything. your worthless body, the stars, the moons and whatever else they desire.

[lifewaster-imdanger98]

Why do you hurt others when you just want to be loved?

Now I'm aware that this will be a sensitive topic to many, so consider this your TRIGGER WARNING. Unfortunately, it has also been common occurance on here for me to make people offended or even aggressive for offering genuinely well intended advice on how to improve their situation. This seems to be particularly prevelent in the self harm and mental illness communities. So if you don't like what I'm saying, please just leave. I don't intent on hurting anyone's feelings.

With that out of the way, let me answer the actual question here. To make it very short, abusive childhood / childhood trauma (most likely). But if you're here to listen to a stranger ramble to an imaginary audience in his head for a couple of minutes, let me put it another way.

If you have suffered some form of abuse or trauma during your childhood, especially during the first couple of years of your life, your entire way of socializing with other people can be fundamentally damaged. The big issue with childhood trauma when compared to "regular" trauma, is that during childhood we learn the most fundamental aspects of human interaction. When this process is compromised in any way it's Nearly impossible to correct the compromised behavioral patterns later on.

A child growing up in an abusive household will develop behaviors that help it cope with their individual situation in order to protect itself. They may blame themselves instead of their parents for the situation they are in, or they may try to remove themselves from all uncomfortable situations they're in.

The problem is that these behavioral patterns remain into adulthood, even if the abuse had been removed from their environment at some point. Often times this results in trust issues, an inability to deal with most kinds of stress, a feeling of unworthyness, anger issues or an inability to deal with one's own emotions.

Because of these behaviors, other people may view them as controlling, untrusting, violent, unreasonable, cold hearted or manipulative.

In other words, childhood trauma can result in a general inability to form any meaningful and long lasting relationships.

Now that's all very depressing and a hard pill to swallow indeed, but hope is not lost.

The simple solution is getting therapy. It's not that hard, and I promise they won't lock you away for being honest with them as long as you're not a legal adult. But in that case it would probably be for your best.

If you are an adult however, simply talking to a therapist every week or two for a couple years can really change who you thought you are as a person. And I guess that's really all I've got to say for now, thanks for sticking with me till the end.

[life-love-and-lotr]

[Spoilers for TLOVM and TW of Religious Trauma] Vax,Pike and the exploration of faith in The Legands of Vox Machina

I am a queer Christian who absolutly loves The Legands of Vox Machina and the original Vox Machina stream. My two favourite characters are Pike and Vax because of their individual journeys with the godesses that shape their lives.

In S1 we see Pike as a cleric of The Everlight who starts to question her place in the religion. She starts to wonder if who she is weakens the connection between them. This gets so bad that she leaves the party to find the answers. Finally after many attempts to reconect she gets the answer that she didnt know she needed. Pike was always worthy of The Everlights love and she never needed to change who she was. Her fear of unworthyness blinded her from the fact that she was exacty what The Everlight needed her to be. This gives her the strength to fight onward. To protect her friends

In S2 we focus on Vax after he makes a deal with a deity who was about to kill the person he loves most. He strikes the bargain without any idea of what he signed up to. The Matron of Ravens shows Vax what he must face but every time she dose he ignores it. The fear of the unknown blinding him to what he needs to be, As he journys on he starts to yeild his fear and when he finally  talks about his fear to her she tells him she was always there. That she was following his path the whole time and trusted him to guide his team down his path. (I also love The Matron as a very misunderstood godess and the one I would worship in the world)

All of these stories are exact parallels to my experiances as a queer Christain. I relate to the rocky path to discovering faith like Vax. I also relate to wondering if I have to change who I am to fit in a religion I feel safe in like Pike. Its super comforting to have. Thank you for reading my ramblings

[nosenadaaaaaaaa]

study cafe

Dude, what have I been doing. All I want to do now is spend my time at the cafe studying. I'm like really enjoying it. Also deleting my instagram, facebook, all of that has SIGNIFICANTLY reduced my extreme need for distractions. I don't feel the urge to reach over for my phone. I can seriously work more than the 22 min that my timer has given me. It doesn't sound like a big deal but BABY STEPs and man I feel really great about it. I'm really happy with this decision. Also the coffee shop vibes really just give me no choice but to just WORK. You know? I've really been neglecting these enjoyable sessions because of fear. It's frustrating to know that I let my self succomb to fear and the feeling of unworthyness and anxiety. But honestly i feel like thats in my past right now. I feel really great. I'm doing physics questions but I feel like it's not as intimidating and scary. I'm just doing them at my own pace. It feels really nice. Lets continue this great great new lifestyle change. To self improvements no matter the size, to new opportunities. Entering a gif that encapsulates my current mood:

[dxmxsxn]

Behaving correctly is the most important thing in life.

What might this myth be telling me about myself and my life?

At the surface it feels safer to just fit in and not elicit bad behavior from others. Bad reactions from others scare me. Also the feeling of judgement scares me. Right now my mom came in and it always fills me with anxiety . I think it envokes an inate fear/trauma that i got when i was a kid and don't even remember it also she also reinforces my feeling of unworthyness, lack of achievement, and my rediness to kill myself because thats easier. It scares me how easily i could. Im so numb i neither care of life or death. life isn't difficult or amazing. Going back to the myth i can see that just not bothering my parents is what kept me safe, not even happy just them not bothering me. From previous shadow work i know my mom is a source of binding and i need to escape and just living numbly. things to learn if i ever want to actually live my life i need to start living authentically and will face any of the challenges head on.

[makima-s-most-smile]

We know next to nothing! Even in these pics, it is always connected to humans (Sandsteamer, little Arcadia and the additional plant that was found in the beginning of Trimax). We know next to nothing about how Vash feels towards his sisters beyond that. Does is feeling of unworthyness, wrongness extend to his sisters, too? Or are they exempt from it? They birthed them, but is their wrongness the fault of their mother? Or is their wrongness just the result of a plant gaining independence? (In a way, falling from grace, isn't it?)

Why can he tolerate how humans treat them? Knives cannot, but Knives also uses them to justify his hate for humanity. And Vash knows it is more complex. But what are his sisters' takes on this? We know from an interview that plants see humans as their creators/God and that they like to help humanity. Have Vash and his sisters talked about it?

And how do they communicate? We know it is not by means of speech. Is it via images, feelings? That leaves up so much for interpretation. Miscommunication is easy. And if we get back to Knives, he outright uses his sisters sharing their memories to silence the sisters that have good memories of humans. He seeks out sisters that have died/are dying prematurely and absorbs them as reaction to his sisters showing him good memories.

Taking a step back in time, did the twins have a connection to their mother? She died in the Great Fall (most likely, I mean... Conrad survived the ship crashing.). But did Rem show the twins to her? Did she try to make them connect? The little scene we are shown is more or less the plant having pooped them out and leaving them at the bottom of her tank for Rem to find. That does not imply parental instinct from the plant. At the same time, how would the human idea of mother contrast with the reality of their mother plant and Rem as their adoptive mother? How do the twins find balance there?

I do wish we got a little more of Vash and his sisters and what he did about his brethren in the manga. It's obvious that they're fond of him from what little we see from their perspective at the end, but what kind of relationship they had... who knows.

[ruthoakenshield]

Worthless Little Shadow (chapter 1)

You woke in pain and heard voices quietly talking around you. You were afraid and didn't open your eyes. 

"Hey, Fili, come help me load this into the wagon." someone said. Suddenly a bright light shone on your face. Light you could see through your closed eyelids. It was so bright it made your head ache.

"Look out Ki! There's someone there!" another lower voice said as you heard a 'Thump' of something heavy being set down on wood.

"What have we got here? The lower voice said.

You felt someone grab your shoulder and give you a gentle shake. You moaned at the pain in your shoulder but didn't move or open your eyes.

"It's a Dwarrowdam, but look!  Her hair is cut short! And she's injured! Fi, go get Dwalin!" the slightly higher voice said.

You laid there afraid to move.

"It's all right, sweetheart, don't move. You're safe now. We'll help you and bring you someplace safe so you can get better." the voice said as a hand brushed hair from your face. 

You felt something soft being placed against the side of your head and felt slight pressure being put on it. You moaned from the pain.

You heard multiple footsteps and the light disappeared. You felt someone unbuttoning your shirt enough that it could be pulled for them to see your shoulder. 

A gruff voice said, "It's dislocated, she's been here a while, look at the deep bruises." 

"What do you think happened to her, Dwalin?" the voice next to you asked. 

Dwalin looked up and saw the edge of the embankment was lined with shrubs and saplings. "Look, see where those bushes' branches are broken..." you heard the gruff voice say.

"She must've fallen down the embankment and landed against the water barrel and knocked herself out. The fall probably dislocated her shoulder." he replied. "That must be where she fell from." he said pointing at the bush line.

"Let me check her for other injuries." an older voice said and you heard movement beside you. 

You felt a gentle hand press around on your torso and legs. You occasionally moaned when the hand pressed on a tender spot, but you didn't cry out.

"She has some bruised ribs, but other than that it's just scrapes and cuts from the gravel." the older voice said. "Dwalin, help sit her up and hold her so I can get this shoulder set back in place." the older voice said. 

You heard a grunt, then felt large, strong hands slide under you and lift you into a sitting position. You moaned at the movement, but kept your eyes closed. You felt your head loll to the side as he tilted you to lean your good side against him. 

You heard the older voice tell him where to hold you and he carefully did so. Suddenly you felt a strong pair of hands on your shoulder and felt it jerk. A white flash of pain shot through your shoulder and you cried out in pain and then slumped against the body that held you. 

 Dwarves

Kili and Fili were helping to pack the camp up when they found your limp body slumped against the water barrel when they went to lift it up into the wagon. They became increasingly worried when they realized you were a dwarrowdam, your black hair was shorn to your shoulders, and were injured and unconscious.

They both squatted down next to you and Kili gently shook your shoulder. When you moaned, they were relieved to see you weren't dead. Kili sent Fili to go get Dwalin, who came with Oin to see what was going on.

Dwalin was annoyed because they were already late in getting the caravan moving. It had taken longer to get the caravan moving out of the Blue Mountains than they had originally thought. They were several days behind schedule after traveling for a month, and Dwalin wanted to get them caught up. 

When he came around the corner, though and saw your body, he knew the boys weren't pranking him this time. He knelt beside Kili, who was holding a bloody cloth against the side of your head. Your black hair was matted with blood at the temple and hairline.

He looked up at Fili and nodded. Fili unbuttoned your shirt down just far enough to reveal a very bruised shoulder that looked to be out of place. He glanced up at Oin who nodded. "It's dislocated, and she has been here for a while, look at the deep bruises." Dwalin said and Oin nodded.

Oin checked the rest of your body for injuries, but determined aside from the bruised ribs, and the gash on your temple and the dislocated shoulder, that you were fine. 

He instructed Dwalin to sit you up and he set your shoulder back in place. You cried out at the pain and blacked out, slumping into Dwalin. He carefully picked you up and followed Oin to the Healing wagon. He was surprised at how light and thin you were despite you being a dwarrowdam. He frowned and wondered where you came from and why you were so thin. 

They got to the Healing wagon and Kili and Fili jumped up into the wagon. He handed you to them. They too were surprised at how light and thin you were for being a dwarrowdam. Fili placed you on one of the beds in the wagon then hopped down. 

"Kee, stay with her and make sure she is safe if we get attacked." Dwalin ordered. Kili nodded and Fili went to get Kili's pack and pony. He handed Kili his pack and tied his pony to the back of the wagon. He found your pack near where they found you and handed it to Kili as well.

Once everyone was ready, they set out once more for Erebor.

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You were in and out of consciousness for the next few days. Oin or another dwarf in the caravan would wake you and help you drink water or broth. Oin had bandaged your arm to your chest so you wouldn't try to use it as the shoulder healed. Your clothes had been removed at some point and you now wore a dark pair of loose pants and a dark 'peasant top' styled shirt that laced up the neckline to close or open it as needed. Your head was bandaged and your left eye was swollen and hard to see out of. 

You felt miserable. Much to Oin's annoyance you refused to talk. If he asked you 'yes/no' questions, you would reply with a slow move of your head, but otherwise you didn't talk.

No one knew who you were, so they just decided to call you "Lass" for the time being. Except Fili and Kili. They decided to call you "Shadow" because all the clothing in your pack were dark colors when they looked.

Fili had found your pack a little ways away from where they found you before they had left. He brought it over to the wagon and handed it to Kili. He must've been digging in it because you recognized the clothes you were now in as the ones you usually slept in. 

The days dragged on and to pass the time, Kili and Fili would take turns throughout the day sitting with you and telling you stories. After a week, Oin said you were well enough to ride with them on their ponies. He forbade you from walking while they moved along the trail, only when they stopped to camp for the night did he let you walk around a bit.

Slowly he reintroduced solid foods to you as your stomach tolerated. You overheard him talking with Dwalin one night about how thin you were and from the condition of your skin and hair, he guessed you had been malnourished for some time. 

You sighed as you sat between the two brothers. They followed you everywhere and rarely let you out of their sight. They were kind and treated you well. Always offering to help when they saw you struggling. Fili always helped you with your clothes and boots, Kili would help cut your food for you when you needed and they took turns riding with you on the pony. After the first day of riding, they decided to let you stay on the same pony, and they would do the switching instead of the other way around. 

Night time was the worst for you though. You were always the middle of their sleeping sandwich and they would constantly wake you when Fili would steal your blankets and Kili would get cold and snuggle up to you. You often found yourself their pillow by morning and would always wake up tired. They never understood why you were that way and the only consolation for you was that you could sleep against them as they rode with you on their ponies. 

 After two weeks, Oin allowed you to walk with the rest of the dwarves. You tended to stay near the back of the group so as to evade questions and conversation. It concerned Oin and Dwalin and the two brothers how you shied away from the dwarves and kept to yourself.

When you started having to walk, you had decided to sleep by yourself. Since now you could not nap during the day to catch up on sleep you lost at night. At first, the brothers were upset, but Dwalin scolded them and told them to let you be. You missed their body heat and often shivered where you lay. They would notice how tired you were after the first few days of you walking, and soon you found yourself covered in an extra blanket or cloak when you'd wake in the morning. You never knew who was doing it, but you were grateful. 

Once you could eat solid food again, you found the cook giving you more than the others. When you asked why, he just shrugged. You struggled to eat it all, but didn't want to offend them by not finishing it. You would eat till you were full, then save the rest for later on in the evening. By the time you fell asleep, your bowl would always be empty. And each morning you would find it washed and setting next to your pack with your spoon and knife.

A month after joining the caravan, you were fully healed. You still did not talk though and still kept to yourself for the most part. You developed a routine of walking around for a little while to find soft ground cover to put under your bedroll, and would fill your water skin, if there was a source nearby.

Then you'd sit on your bedroll and watch the fire or observe the goings on in the camp. You began to notice people's patterns and would adjust yours so as to not interfere.

Occasionally you helped the cook with serving the meals. You usually were the one holding the bowls as he filled them and then would hand them back to their owners. You always kept your head bowed and rarely looked anyone in the eyes. You also made sure you were the last one to eat since you were helping to serve to the others. You tried your best to be as little a nuisance and burden as possible to the dwarves who took you into their caravan. 

Little did you know, someone was observing you and learning your quirks and patterns of behavior. When that someone saw you needed something, they always made sure you had it by morning and were careful to leave it for you when you wouldn't see them do so.

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

How would syren go in panthera noire?

Paris gets flooded and Ladybug needs to meet panthera on the roof:

Can panthera function in all this water? Can she hold it together to rescue drowners? Or will she shutdown at the shock of what she is facing?

Would she be able to function even if ladybug showed up with the water form potion or would she renounce the cat miraculous, (out of stress from finding out LB has someone helping her-fu) taking off the ring because she feels she's been left out (feelings of unworthyness), frustratedly yelling at plagg to tell her something useful for once even if its not plaggs place to say so.

If panthera can't function would ladybug need a temporary hero to help?...

Bonus: anarka and luka being proactive and using the liberty to rescue people from the water, finding juleka catatonic on a rooftop, anarka meets plagg despite luka's attempts to hide him.

You’ll see but you hit a lot of points