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there are a lot of posts out there that are positive and healthy coping mechanisms for handling the holidays. this is not one of them :)
i think there's like. going to be times in your life you will be stuck in a social situation that you cannot escape from gracefully. i do not know why the internet doesn't believe these times exist. it's not always just that your physical safety is at risk - sometimes it's legit like "i just don't currently have the energy or time to put in the effort of responding to this." sometimes it's a coworker you hate so much. sometimes it's just like, fine, you know? like you know you can handle your aunt when she's cheerily horrible, but if you actually set a boundary around her, it's going to be weeks of fallout with your father.
i don't know why people think the answer is always just "cut them out!" or "don't let them get away with that!" because ... the real world is tricky and complicated. i think kind of a lot of us have an internal "radiation poisoning" meter for certain people. like - i'm talking about the ones who are absolutely giving you gradual ick damage. like, you can handle them, but you'll be exhausted.
and yes. you absolutely should listen to your therapist and the good posts about handling others and set good boundaries and take care of yourself. prioritize peace.
HOWEVER :) ...... since im often in a situation with a Gradual Sense of Ick person i cannot just "cut out" of my life (without losing someone else precious to me) - i have sort of developed the most. maladaptive form of mischief possible. because like, if i'm going to have to listen to this shit again, i like to have a little bit of private fun with it.
now! again, i am physically safe, just mentally drained by this man. you should only do this with people you are not in danger with. which leads me to my suggestions for when your Unfortunate Acquaintance shows up and says oh everyone pay attention to me.
my favorite word is "maybe!" said as brightly and happily as possible. whenever the Horrible Person starts in on a topic you do not want to go further with, particularly if they make a claim that you know to be inaccurate, do not respond to it. you and i have both tried to actually argue with this person, and it hasn't gone well, because this person just wants the drama of an argument. however, "maybe!" gives them literally nothing to go on. it is incredibly disarming. they are used to people having some response. they know they can't prove what they're saying, and maybe! treats them like the child they are. it dismisses them in the politest way possible.
i like to say maybe! and then, in their stunned silence, immediately change the subject. this is because i have adhd and i will have something unrelated to talk about, but if you can't think of topics fast enough, i recommend just pointing to something and saying, "isn't that lovely?" because fuck you let's bring in some positivity.
by the way. that second trick - of pointing to something and stating an opinion about it? - that just works on its own, like, 70% of the time. i picked it up from teaching preschoolers. it's an intentional "redirect". it stops children crying and it also stops grown adults from finishing their explanation on why women belong in kitchens. dual wielding!
keep it silly for yourself. i absolutely do not care if people think i'm fucking stupid (it's more fun if they do) and as a result i will purposefully misunderstand things just to see how long it takes them to realize i've completely removed them from the subject at hand. when they say "women aren't funny" i get to be like. "which women." "all women." "all women in america?" "no in the world." "like the mole people? the people in the world?" "what? no. like, alive." "oh are we not counting the mole people?" "what the fuck are you talking about." "you don't believe in the mole people?"
similarly, i play a personal game called "one up me." my Evil Acquaintance literally knows this game exists (my family & friends caught onto it and now also play it) and it always fucking gets him. i don't know why. you have to be willing to be a little free-spirited on this one, though. the trick is that when they make one of those horrible little bigoted or annoying comments they are always making, you need to go one unit weirder. not more intense, mind you - just more weird. "you don't look good in that dress." "yeah, actually, my other dress was covered in squid ink due to a mishap at the soup store." "you shouldn't wear such revealing clothes." "wait, what? oh shit. sorry, your son tears off strips when no one is looking and eats them. i swear it was longer before we left the building."
the point of "one up me" is to completely upend this person's narrative. we both know this person likes setting up situations where you cannot "win" and then they really like telling other people how badly you handled it. in a usual situation, if you respond "please don't say something that rude", you're a bitch. but if you let it happen, you're letting yourself be debased. they are not usually expecting door number three: unflappably odd. because what are they going to say when they're telling everyone how badly you behaved? "she said my son eats her dresses" ".... okay?"
if you can, form an allyship with someone whomst you can tagteam with. where they can pick up on your weird "soup store" story and run with it.
the following phrase is amazing and can be deployed for any situation: "oh, be nice :) it's the holidays!" i do not know why this works as often as it does. i'll say it for the most random shit. i think this is bc most of the time these people know they're being impolite, they just like to fight.
godbless. when in doubt, remember that you could always start stealing their pens.
the whole point of this is - if you can't escape. maybe see how long you can just be. like. a horrible little menace.
#this is objectively bad advice#don't listen to it protect yourself and do real work on yourself find one of the good posts i've made about this#but also. u know. if u want to have fun while u do the work of setting boundaries#.... it IS fun#i will say that my fear of him went SO down after i just started. fucking with him.#bc i used to get SO fucking upset#i'd spend WEEKS arguing with him. tearing my hair out. sick with anxiety and dread and anger about all of it#and now i just LITERALLY do not engage#instead i'm like '' haha :) mole people" and get the HELL out of any tense conversation#i kind of think some of these people are literally addicted to drama as a form of connection#they like the rush they get from arguing#but those arguments are incredibly damaging for me#so like..... i am in the process of literally rehabilitating this person to figure out how to find connection thru#NORMAL CONVERSATION#he doesn't get it yet#i also do talk to them like they're preschool kids lmafo . ''are you using a safe and kind voice right now?''#'' do you need a snackie? you sound a little upset. let's have some hummus and come back to playtime when we feel ready''
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I think Tav is definitely developing a smidge of Stockholm syndrome with ascended Astarion. I love the idea that at this epilogue party the others notice just how disturbing their relationship has become. Gale or wyll trying to talk to her, to help her but she's too lost in denial or far to scared to say anything outloud, because He's everywhere.
Also unrelated, ascended Astarion can turn into a bat and it's freaking adorable
Speaking from experience, if someone tries to call out the behavior, Tav is likely going to shut that shit down immediately.
Why? Because you get in trouble.
You are held accountable for the actions of others. If Gale or Shadowheart or Wyll or any of the gang try to say something bad about Astarion or her relationship with him, depending on how far gone she is, she is going to immediately get nervous. She is going to change the subject, or just outright lie if they pressure her. No place is safe. He will know. He always knows. The best you can hope for is he hears you trying to defend him-- and even then, you are going to get in trouble that they ever question it in the first place.
It's not if Astarion overhears. It's when.
And guess who is getting punished for it? Because it's not Wyll. It's not Karlach. It's not Shadowheart. It's not the well-meaning friends who are trying to protect her.
It's her.
Whether it's physical or emotional or verbal, he is going to react. And men like that are smart enough to not react in front of people. He will wait until she is alone again, and he will unleash the fury.
And on top of that, isolation is inevitable if Astarion finds them a threat.
"They don't want us to be together. You heard what they said about me. They think I'm hurting you. Is that the impression you gave them? Is that how you show your appreciation for everything I do for you? You tell your little friends that I hurt you? Well, clearly, you must have. Why would they think that if you didn't? Are you calling me a liar? No? Well then clearly, they are jealous of what we have. You're going to be loyal to someone who doesn't want to see us together? You're more loyal to them than you are to me?"
Sadly, love for your abuser sets in quickly and swiftly. You don't even realize it's happening. She's going to defend him like she always has. She is going to say he is just rough around the edges, and that it's a part of his trauma. Excuse after excuse after excuse. No matter how absurd.
Even if she realizes it's absurd, she will defend him. She will shut down the arguments, the concerns, the worried sentiments. The hole is too deep. Even if she realizes cognitively that she is lying through her teeth, there's nothing she can do. He will hurt them; he will kill them. She has to protect them.
Perhaps she loves him. Perhaps she doesn't want to upset him. Perhaps the manipulations work so well that even she buys into his bullshit. Perhaps the emotional leveling is enough to keep her in line because not only does she not want to risk upsetting him, she doesn't want him to think she doesn't love him, or is abandoning him. Because if he feels unloved or hurt, it's her fault. It is always her fault.
Once he realizes the others are a threat, he is going to become the same charming, suave manipulator he always has been. It's likely too late, but it's good to keep up appearances. The real work begins once they are alone again-- and he will keep it that way. No matter what he has to do.
Aww fuckin' cute little bat-man. He just goes bat mode anytime he's irritated just "I need to do something!" turns into a bat.
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Your Yandere dd Vandal savages was amazing! Could you do another where his daughter wants a child(she's maybe around 25-26)? Would he like and allow it? Train it? Let her chose the father herself? Raise it herself? Things like that.
If it's not you thing I understand and please skip it!
dude I love this idea 😭😭 (also unrelated, but PLEASE make more gifs of him I'm begging yall 🙏🙏🙏🙏)
warnings: talk of babies, pregnancy, manipulation and financial control, murder, lmk if I missed any!
ok so let's get the first thing down: talking to him about it would piss him off. not particularly at you: well, he's still mad you want a baby but he's really pissed at whoever put this idea in your head
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he thinks it's someone else who wants you to have children: a secret lover? someone who wants to control you to get to savage? he goes over every situation and thought, and if it is any of those reasons, there will be hell to pay.
but let's say it's just cause you want one for yourself. he will bring up the fact that you've never been in a relashionship and that you have no idea what you want in life, only he can tell you what you want.
very discouraging. like, if you aren't 100% sure that you want a kid, he will convince you other wise. he says so much negative shit you actually start to reconsider your choice. not because you'd be a bad mom or parent, but because you are too young, you don't need a baby, you have your family in front of you. why don't you keep them happy?
he's very pissy about it. anytime you try to bring it up with him, he either changes the subject immediately or basically baby talks you, like you don't exist, and then proceeds to give you a 30 minute speech on why that would be terrible.
eventually, however, if you're REALLY persistent, he will ask you what you want from having a child. if he thinks that it's not just some very long phase, or that your just doing something rebellious, he will allow it.
he would absolutely not let you choose the father. hell no. who the hell would you choose, anyway? you don't know any men besides the ones from the light, and maybe a few guards. do you think they would even risk their lives trying to talk to you??? no. to them, talking to you, even in small talk, is a chance to get decapitated and put in the break room as a sign of what not to do.
will have a tournament for the rights of the father. best warrior to win, gets to be the father. of course, at the end of it, he just asks for "the seed in a tube", and then afterwards, he has the guy cloned and killed.
will present it as a gift. if he kills the guy in April, he freezed that shit to Christmas and gave it to you wrapped in a neat little box and told you your gift would be granted.
during the actual pregnancy, especially the first months, he would try to tell you that your making a mistake. especially when you're so tired, sick and angry all the time! all of it, just for a single baby in the end. why would you want that?
however, after a while he comes to terms with the fact that you're solid on your mind to have children and that you will not change your mind to his advice. he's not happy with it, but he can deal with it.
I'm not gonna lie, he would probably train the kid. he would be so mad that you want the kid that he would have them learn just so that you couldn't spend as much time with them, just so you could spend more time with him without having them interrupt the two of you.
even though he's mad the kid is there, he would be there 100% to make sure that they're being raised the "right" way, or basically how he would raise a kid. he also won't be directly mad at the kid for being born, in fact, after a while, he will probably grow attached as well. but at the beginning, there's always the reminder that the baby is taking away his own baby's attention, you.
as the kid gets older, he'd definitely become more happy to them, because he realizes they're just a mini you. he acts almost like a father figure to them, considering uh... the actual father had been dead for years (also, to put some salt in the wound, the clone was given to darkseid).
another thing he does is that if you need something financially, like food, clothes, even school work, it would have to go through him. he approves what you and your child have and don't have. if you want to move somewhere else, or live on your own, he will revoke rights or privileges he's given you, like electronics, communications with the outside world, and even if you get to leave your own rooms.
if he thinks that either of you are doing something wrong, he will use both of you as bargaining chips to threaten the other one to cooperate. he mainly does this to you, since your kid is usually obedient anyway.
while at the beginning of your pregnancy you'd be ecstatic that he finally let you have a child, later on down the years, you realize he loves using your child against you. he loves making you feel like hell hurt your child if they step out of line, so you make sure you're both at your best whenever he's around so he won't have something over you.
basically, he keeps you under his thumb using your kid. financially, emotionally, and physically he will do everything to make sure that you know what will happen if you don't do everything he says. after all, ho hard is it to give your father some love? and his little grandchild, he obviously wouldn't kill them or anything. he would beat the hell out of them. give them the chancla. maybe the belt, if he's really mad.
savage is originally very opposed to you having any children, and brushes it off as some kind of faze you'll outgrow. however, as the child grows and he becomes more comfortable about the situation, he would become more happy and less angry with the kid and become a good grandfather figure in their life, while simultaneously having you under his complete control.
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woooo I love this shit and yay!! I'm out of writers block bc I actually wrote something!!
#yandere vandal savage x reader#yandere vandal savage x you#yandere vandal savage#yandere dc comics imagine#yandere dc comics x reader#yandere dc comics#yandere dc x reader#yandere dc imagine#yandere dc#yandere young justice x reader#yandere young justice#yandere young justice imagine
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is there any college major that you would fight? like if someone said they were this major, you would fight them immediately, no hesitation
probably education (or business, but I never see them around) bc as a lit major, we have to share classes frequently, and some of them have something deeply wrong with them - bri
My first year flatmates were all business or finance students and we...did not get on for unrelated reasons but ALSO i have never met one that ive liked spending time with plus their department got all the funding and nice things while humanities were in the basement of the prison building so that would have to be my answer. (i am slightly scared to find out whether lit student solidarity wins out over my more recent education certification for bri ngl) - jess
coming back to add more: obviously I love jess and my lit student solidarity wins out!! I'm specifically talking about education only majors - bri
I'm seconding jess on business majors. a qpp of mine is a business major on a technicality but we're going to ignore this on the fact that business majors are the only true rift between STEM and humanities -shelby
STEM subjects I'm coming for you. Give me your funding and grants. Give them to me!!! - Lucy
business majors are just miniature alpha motivational speakers, change my mind - mel
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Some thoughts on the bunny game
Ok, now that I’ve beaten Sparks of Hope, I have some major feelings about the Spark Hunters and their relationship to Cursa that I think tie into some of the themes of the game. I haven’t unlocked every single memory, so this is subject to change maybe as I think about it more, but I wanted to get my initial thoughts out.
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE ENDING AND JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING IN MARIO + RABBIDS: SPARKS OF HOPE
So it becomes obvious from the memories you unlock as you play through the game, and is laid out explicitly for you at the end, that the Spark Hunters were not cool pre-existing rabbids that Cursa recruited, but rather she created them. (Side note, I’ll use both she and it for Cursa, as the game does - using she/her for Cursa even after she no longer contains Rosalina.) It also seems they were not even “blank slate” rabbids who got fused with other things and therefore changed their form, similar to what Spawny can do (and how the Hero Rabbids were created), but rather created from scratch fusing Cursa’s knowledge of rabbid dna with other objects/elements.
For a split second I had the thought, well, Cursa is like their mother and they’re like sisters, right? But I immediately shot that down - not only because of the wrench that would throw in the fact that Edge and Midnite CLEARLY have something different going on, but the game itself is very explicit that they are NOT family, they do NOT view each other that way, they were not created that way. They were crafted from a rabbidy essence and other unrelated elements and Cursa’s relationship to them is as a cruel god, an uncaring creator, not a mother.
Cursa did not create them with any sense of a familial relationship, either to herself or to each other. Here’s some examples of how they speak of each other:
1. Midnite [to Edge]: After all, WE were friends once. Perhaps we still are?
2. Edge: I figure with Cursa gone, my “ol’ pals” will find themselves a new profession.
So why is this important? I think this tells us something crucial about Cursa/the Megabug and why it’s a villain. This being has now possessed both Bowser and Rosalina, two characters who, for all their differences, have one extremely big thing in common: they are well-known for their parental love; Bowser to his son (and this isn’t even a random thing to mention, as the relationship between Bowser and Junior is core to the first game’s plot) and Rosalina to her adopted Luma children.
Cursa had enough of an impression of Bowser to recreate him and his attack patterns; she arguably even adopted a sense of gender from Rosalina. It’s clear Cursa/the Megabug can assimilate and recreate parts of the personality of people she controls, so why not absorb the positive aspect of being a parental figure?
Is it because she simply couldn’t? I don’t think so. A huge theme of this game is Jeanie gaining further sentience and emotion by learning from the people around her, a journey which Beep-0 has already gone on. The Megabug also apparently accrued more sentience as it traveled across the galaxy. So if these robots could learn concepts like love and concern for the people around them, surely the Megabug could. I think it more likely that Cursa intentionally chooses not to adopt these elements, filtering them out and seeing them as weak - a liability. It’s for this reason that she is such a terrifying force.
While the Heroes are building a found family with each other, Cursa does not have a sense of love, familial or otherwise. She chooses to discard such things, with no affection for her own creations. Consider how she punishes Bedrock and Midnite by actually hurting them when they have failed her. They are AFRAID of her.
“Cursa gave me an Edge, with just enough free will to lead - to think. That edge let me see Cursa for what it is - a black hole of greed leading to a bottomless pit of misery. Bedrock, Midnite, Daphne - I tried to turn them to the light, instead they turned on me.”
Keeping with the aforementioned thesis that anyone can learn kindness unless you choose not to, I believe that the Spark Hunters began to feel things for each other - companionship, friendship, love - which their own creator could not feel for them. At the very least Edge felt these things, and realized Cursa would never reflect them. No longer wanting to serve a being who was set on cruelty and destruction, not just to Sparks and the wider galaxy but even towards her own creations - people who Edge loved - she left in the hopes she could eventually convince her friends to do the same, showing them there was another way, a better way.
...So yeah, good game. I feel things about rabbids
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Blue Orchids pt1 / On AO3
aka the hanahaki fic where I take things way too seriously
aka that fic I was super into at first but now low-key hate, so I’m posting it to get rid of it
The cultivators’ disease had appeared several generations earlier, around the time when cultivation sects took a sharp turn into becoming cultivation clans. There had been much debate over the decades as to whether the disease had been caused by that change, or if it had caused it, or even if it was entirely unrelated, a mere coincidence. It was the subject of many essays within the Lan sect’s library at least, as was the disease's most obvious consequence: since it had appeared, not a single cultivator had ever managed to reach immortality.
The disease always killed them before that.
How the disease worked was both fairly simple to understand, and incredibly obscure to explain. It targeted people holding unresolved love for another person, especially (but not always) romantic feelings, and caused flowers to grow inside their lungs. It was not immediately lethal, some people lingered for years, even decades, coughing up petals every so often until the day they choked to death, or until their lungs were so overcome with roots that the flowers would spread to their heart, killing them.
Anyone with any knowledge of cultivation could catch it, however low their level, how weak their potential. At the same time, and for reasons unknown, the stronger a cultivator was, the easier it was for them to get sick, meaning anyone who would have had a true chance to reach immortality was instead almost certain to die a painful death, even if they survived political assassinations and dangerous Night Hunts.
Of course some people also healed from the disease. Lan Xichen had seen it happen. Or more accurately, those people who managed to stop it from spreading any further counted it as healing. as had happened to Lan Wangji who had gone from coughing whole flowers daily after Wei Wuxian hid in the Burial Mounds of Yiling, to never being bothered by more than a few petals once or twice a year after the object of his affection died. But Lan Wangji was something of a miracle in that regard. For most people the disease remained even if the target of their love died.
More importantly, most people who had been sick once would likely become sick again sooner or later, the flower’s roots withered but never truly gone.
The only true cure, or so people said, was to face one’s own feelings, confess them to the person they targeted, and fully accept their own feelings whether good or bad. It sounded simple. Lan Xichen had never understood how so many people failed to overcome the disease, when all it took was to be honest and decent. Certainly there were complicated circumstances sometimes, like his brother’s feelings for a man gone mad from playing with evil forces, or those who were married yet wasting away from love for another person and favoured propriety over their own life. But for most people it should have been easy enough to just talk.
Of course Lan Xichen’s opinion came from a place of privilege, as he would be the first one to concede. He’d been lucky enough that he’d never developed the sickness himself in spite of his exceptional cultivation, although he believed luck was only part of it the education he'd received, and his life experiences, had served to make him feel immune to the sickness. After all he had learned, even as a young child, to accept his father’s coldness, his mother’s absence, his uncle’s many demands, his brother’s peculiarities. And while intimately close, his friendship with Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao had never served to hide secret feelings. These few people aside, there was no one in his life he’d ever been truly close to, no one who might have caused flowers to bloom within his lungs.
Or so he’d thought.
The first symptoms, if there even were any, had been light enough that Lan Xichen never noticed them in the weeks leading up to the sickness, too preoccupied with more urgent issues. Later on, he wondered if a certain shortness of breath had appeared here and there, if his morning breath had become less unpleasant than it ought to have been. There must have been signs. It was inconceivable that his own heart never gave any warning before it condemned him to death.
He wished there had been signs.
Had he understood then what was happening to him, and more importantly who was the cause for it, Lan Xichen would surely have confronted that person, certain to accept how that man felt for him, in good or bad. They’d always gotten along, it should have been easy enough to have a conversation on that topic, allowing Lan Xichen to move on and heal after being rejected, as he would have expected to be. Even back before things took a turn for the worst, Lan Xichen would not have entertained foolish hopes.
It would all have been so easy, had Lan Xichen only understood in time.
But until the last moment, he’d remained oblivious to his own feelings. Even when his body did finally warn him of his heart's secrets on that fateful night, Lan Xichen did not understand.
If breathing had felt so hard while he was in that temple in Yunping City, he’d thought, it was only because Jin Guangyao had sealed away his strength.
If he’d felt something stuck in his throat, it was only because the series of reveals he’d witnessed had left him nauseous.
If he felt the repeated impulse to reach for that specific man out of everyone present, it was only to protect him from both the danger around them and the horror of what was being discussed.
Even then, when his soul screamed at him, Lan Xichen had more urgent concerns than his own heart. But at last it all ended, the tragedies around him reached their unstoppable conclusion, leaving everyone present in that temple broken and wounded, in spirit if not in bodies.
In the painful quiet of the temple, Lan Xichen stood motionless, his hands stained with the blood of his sworn brother. He had turned to look at Nie Huaisang, shaking with the realisation of what he’d done, seeking from his last living friend the reassurance that he hadn’t had a choice. He’d looked at Nie Huaisang and found him fighting a cough, one hand pressed hard against his mouth in a failed effort to contain the delicate petals spilling from his mouth. It was not an unusual sight, Nie Huaisang having suffered from the sickness on and off again since childhood, and yet that night it hit him harder than it had ever done, another wound on his already battered heart.
A hundred thoughts rose to Lan Xichen’s mind, all of them too selfish to be entertained at such a time. He pushed them all away to instead ask if Jin Guangyao had truly moved, the only thing that seemed safe to discuss as his lungs started itching.
A simple question, calling for a simple answer.
Nie Huaisang, although wrecked by intense fits of coughing, skilfully avoided giving any sort of answer, muttering about the heat of the moment. Even when Wei Wuxian started accusing him of being more than another victim of the events that had unfolded around them, Nie Huaisang deflected, coughing and whining and making himself to pitiful that Lan Xichen ached to either comfort him or shake him until he said anything of value.
That emotional ache turned to a physical irritation in his throat, and then to a real pain consuming his lungs. It grew worse and worse as other people joined them who needed to hear what had happened during the night. They all asked from Lan Xichen the details which no one else present appearing willing to share. He tried, at first, to help, to answer, to explain. The more he said, the worse the pain in his chest grew, making it hard to breathe, harder still to speak. Lan Xichen was barely breathing when he spotted Nie Huaisang making his escape from the temple.
Nie Huaisang who only turned around long enough to see Lan Xichen vomiting his first few petals, and whose face turned into such an expression of open hatred as he turned away that it prompted another slew of petals to spill from Lan Xichen’s lips.
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As if to compensate for a lifetime of avoiding it, the disease struck Lan Xichen hard, spreading through his lungs with a speed which alarmed his sect’s doctors. They all but begged him to rest, but in a rare fit of pride and denial he refused to listen. His long ignored heart should have been easy to set aside, so Lan Xichen tried at first to carry on with his life. In a move he thought bold at the time, but soon understood to have been stupid, he even went to the calming ceremony conducted for the coffin that imprisoned the corpses of his two sworn brothers.
Part of him had hoped that he’d misunderstood Nie Huaisang’s expression of hatred that night, that Wei Wuxian’s accusations had been wrong, that his newfound sickness could still be stopped by being reasonable and just talking. But upon arriving to the Unclean Realm Lan Xichen had taken one look at Nie Huaisang to understand his mistake. Nie Huaisang had stood in front of that sealed coffin straighter than he’d done in years, his every gesture betraying a previously absent self assurance. His chest suddenly burning once more, Lan Xichen had started coughing so hard that he’d barely lasted for half of the ceremony before one of his disciples had to lead him away, choking on whole mulberry flowers, his teeth clenched tight so not a single petal could escape his lips and betray him.
The trip home was a blur. All Lan Xichen remembered later was that as soon as they saw him, his doctors insisted on him entering seclusion, their prognostic for his survival worse than it had been before. The progression of the sickness had been too quick, they feared for his life if he did not rest while his body acclimated itself to the foreign presence growing in his lungs. Rest was ordered, as well as quiet, and as few visitors as possible, to whom he was advised to speak. Talking always caused terrible coughing fits, leaving him a little weaker each time.
Exhausted, Lan Xichen gave in.
Because he was in such a weak state, Lan Xichen did not initially find it strange that nobody mentioned the one true cure known to the cultivators' sickness. But as days turned into weeks, he found himself wondering why it was so. He had seen enough Lan disciples fall sick to know it was usually standard procedure to interrogate people until they confessed the cause of their illness to a doctor or a trusted elder, who would then see whether it was possible to bring the object of their affection to the Cloud Recesses and force an honest conversation. Lan Xichen himself had been that trusted elder for many boys, when he'd been only a teenager a few years older than them.
His first thought was that his state had been so worrying that nobody had wanted him to suffer through such an ordeal. That theory satisfied him a day or two, until he remembered people much closer to death after hiding their sickness as long as they could, and who had still been forced to confront their feelings.
He wondered, then, if perhaps Lan Wangji or Wei Wuxian had guessed the target of his unspoken love, and understood how impossible it would be to get Nie Huaisang to hear a confession from him. Lan Xichen felt grateful to his brother for sparing him, grateful to Wei Wuxian even for being more observant of others' feelings than his own.
Ultimately, the truth was nothing so heartwarming. No one was sparing him, no one had guessed the truth. Instead, from the way his doctors spoke to him, Lan Xichen realised that it was widely assumed his hidden feelings were directed at either Nie Mingjue or Jin Guangyao. Their theory, as he came to understand it, was that the trauma of seeing one man's fierce corpse, or the horror of having killed the other, had forced him to realise his own feelings, leading to the emergence of the flowers in his lungs.
By the time Lan Xichen realised what others thought of him, the worst of his early symptoms had started to stabilise. He no longer spent his days lying on his side, no longer struggled with every breath he took, no longer vomited entire clusters of pale little flowers one after the other, forcing an unfortunate servant to come and clean them away every shichen, when it wasn’t more frequently. He’d been in the state of someone living with the disease for decades, the doctors told him when he was well enough to have a conversation again, and they scolded him for perhaps trying to hide his condition for them. Lan Xichen tried once or twice to protest it really had started on the night Jin Guangyao died, that they were wrong to think he had loved either of his sworn brothers in a manner conducive to secrets. He eventually gave up on defending himself when he realised the doctors did not believe him.
And why would they have believed him? Everyone who fell to the sickness denied being in love. Everyone protested when others guessed at their true feelings. How could they have known he was more honest than most?
Thankfully his uncle heard his protests too, and took him to his word. He did not doubt that Lan Xichen's sincerity in swearing he'd never hidden anything concerning his sworn brothers, believed his nephew when he said he'd never expected to fell ill.
In fact, concerning that surprise, Lan Qiren even had a theory of a sort to share. After years of observation, Lan Qiren had come to believe that the sickness appeared, not when the unresolved feelings themselves came to be, but when their bearer first began to realise how they felt about another. In cases where little time had elapsed between the birth of those feelings and the eruption of the sickness, he had noticed that the initial symptoms were mild and would grow in the gradual manner most people were aware of. But on those rare occasions someone went for years without understanding how they felt, only to be suddenly struck by it, the sickness would spread quickly and violently, often killing its victim in a matter of weeks.
Such cases were rare, but Lan Qiren had seen enough people die that way to be confident in his belief.
“Of course I might be wrong,” he said, pushing away some damp strands of hair from his nephew’s still feverish forehead. Lan Xichen, laying on his bed, leaned into that touch, too exhausted from the sickness to control himself as he normally did. He feared to be scolded for acting so childish, but Lan Qiren gazed down on him with unbearable sadness. “Perhaps I am to blame for this,” he mused. “From the moment you were born I tried to train you out of acting on your emotions. I feared you would become like your father, like your grandfather. It never occurred to me that you might be more like your mother.”
“Gentians,” Lan Xichen whispered, struck by a sudden thought. “Mother used to say father planted the for her because it reminded her of home.”
His uncle nodded, his hand still busy putting order to Lan Xichen’s hair.
“A young doctor in her hometown had written a treaty on their uses,” Lan Qiren said. “She had made the request that part of her allowance as the sect leader’s wife be sent to that man, to help him treat those too poor to pay the normal fees. When she learned he’d died, she suddenly developed the sickness. In less than a month, she was lost.”
That his mother had died of the cultivators’ sickness was nothing new to Lan Xichen. Adults had tried to hide it from him at the time, but when he’d gone into her lonely home after she’d died, he’d found dried out purple petals that nobody had cleaned away yet. He’d understood what had killed her, even if it had taken him several more years to realise what it might say about his parents’ marriage, especially when his father too had been sick and growing weaker for every year he had to live without his wife.
For a while, Lan Xichen had found their situation unbearably tragic. Over time, he’d learned that most sect leaders were in a similar enough situation thanks to arranged marriages. By the time the Sunshot Campaign had started, he'd already decided that the real tragedy of the cultivators’ sickness was that it had not been enough to curb certain people’s thirst for power and influence. So many parents were happy to condemn their children to a slow and agonising death as long as it served their sect's fortune.
And yet even with a kinder family than most, Lan Xichen still found a way to cause his own. He would have laughed, had he not feared coughing.
“I am glad you are stronger than your mother,” Lan Qiren said. "If we had to lose you too…"
The comment, however well meaning, struck Lan Xichen. It had him wondering if he would have survived this sudden attack of the disease, had Nie Huaisang died.
Just the thought of it had him coughing up cluster after cluster of mulberry flowers until he couldn’t breathe anymore. By the time Lan Xichen calmed down enough to take a breath, he’d half fallen off his bed and his uncle was clutching him by the shoulders, half supporting him, half cradling him, apparently unbothered by the mess of flowers and saliva that now stained his robes.
“You’ll be fine,” Lan Qiren muttered, to comfort either his nephew or himself. “You’ll be fine. You’ve survived the worst of it, it should get better now, as long as you learn how to control your feelings. You just need to stay in control, and you’ll have many years ahead of you.”
Lan Xichen nodded, more out of the habitual desire to please his uncle than anything else. It had been so long since his uncle held him like that, Lan Xichen had not realised how much he’d missed it. And, because he was still sick, because Lan Qiren was worried and willing to indulge him, Lan Xichen allowed himself to cling to his uncle until he fell asleep.
Just for a moment, he wanted to feel loved.
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happy wincest wednesday, suzy! if you could make them worse, what would be the number one thing you'd change about a storyline that happened in canon?
i'd make them wear bracelets made of each other's baby teeth❤️
i want them more isolated (why do they have friends??? away with them!!!!), i want them to stand even closer to each other, to speak a language together that's technically english but no one understands, i want them to be extremely wary and distrusting of other people and society, not fully understanding the rules of it and having a hard time pretending to fit in when they must, i want them completely wrapped up in each other and as strange and off-putting as they can be! world of two born out of trauma!!!!
i could name a few changes in the storyline that would add to this (my favorites: sam killing john to 'protect' dean, giving them WAY worse hell trauma in which they are completely dependent on each other to get by in the immediate aftermath, sam getting addicted on dean's blood, and murder-suicide🥰), but the thing is.... they don't NEED those changes to become worse. their lives are bad and traumatic enough as it is! there's PLENTY of stuff in canon that could make them even worse than i need them to be. so what i really want is for them to react more strongly to what is already happening in canon! and not have them take up an ordinary hunt 2 days after they got back from the dead lmao. why are they even remotely functioning!!!!!!!! how are they not screaming biting crying having to see their brother die a hundred times over!!!! all that pain!!! all that suffering!!! everyone always talks about how sam and dean are weird, and they are, but based on the (literal!) hell they've been through, they objectively weren't weird enough! spn made them too well-adjusted and i HATE IT.
and, unrelated, but bc i realize this is technically a non-answer, one specific storyline that i rarely see people talk about but that i discussed with @liebestode at length and am OBSESSED with bc it would make them worse in the worst miserable way:
i'd love to see what would happen if sam's soul couldn't be saved in s6, and they'd simply had to live like this now. i image dean would stick around, bc even soulless, if there was no other sam, he’d be be the closest thing to sam he'd have. and dean is a mechanic, he's good at taking things apart and putting them back together, he would never give up hope to fix this 'machine' and make him sam again.
and i imagine sam would stick around, bc he knows dean is important to him, but he doesn't get WHY, he can't feel it, and it would intrigue him. its the one thing in his memories that he can't find a rational explanation for. he would subject himself to dean's experiments and try his best out of curiosity bc he KNOWS something is missing inside him and he knows dean is an important piece of this puzzle he's trying to solve (also bc he must feel terribly empty, and there'd be so much potential space for dean to fill).
but they would never get it right!! and it'd be SOOOO miserable and lonely!! what they had is lost and gone but sometimes sam will laugh an almost-sam-like-laugh and dean will look at sam in a way that makes sam almost Get it, but then the moment is gone and they're strangers again, only hanging out and clinging to each other bc of a past memory they can't move on from bc they have no one else while trying (and failing) to be an echo of their former selves<3
#happy wincest wednesday🥰#i love misery#i'll have to think of some questions myself to send next time#reply
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Rules
(Please read before sending any asks)
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> Oh finally I've reached you, listen I don't have much time so I'll keep this brief but I need to explain things to you.
> Firstly I should let you know that this story is plot based, every choice you make matters and will impact the story, depending on your choices you can make a major change or a minor change. Remember silence sometimes may be the best option possible.
> Major changes will have this icon:
> Minor changes will have this icon:
> Once you get an ending, should you want to change the outcome, I've set up these things called Loading Points which you can go back to when your connection is terminated [reset]. They should have this icon:
> However, these are far and few between so try not to get your connection terminated, oh that reminds me of something I forgot to mention but should the captain die, your connection will be immediately terminated.
> You can use your anon magic in this world with some exceptions and you can bring in Osserva anons [alien birds as your ocs] however I won't allow them to be overpowered or have special powers [some powers may be allowed]. You are not the god of this world so don't act like it.
> Now let me explain how this universe works, both Ghost Ship and May the best yandere win [MTBYW for short] are set in the same universe with only a few years having passed between the two stories and this story, in particular, is a set a few months after Ghost Ship's story ended.
> This brings me to my next explanation but should you want to try to save a character from death, you can teleport them to the captain however keep in mind it's not a good idea to spam this teleport button as you can only use this twice per character and it lasts for only 10 asks before the character is teleport back to where they were.
> You can also teleport characters from MTBYW which may help give insight to certain characters but using this at the wrong time may lead to some disastrous results.
> [I don't mind people shipping my character as long as it's not Merlo/Squinty as that is a canonical child and it's just kind of weird]
> [Don't repost my work]
> And- Oh it appears that my boss is calling me, I'll just sign off now, we might see each other again, maybe not, it all depends on your choices after all but just remember the name ARG-02, it might come in handy later but all I can say for now is good-luck and remember don't kill the captain.
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I have this story written 15 story posts ahead of time and it’s mainly plot based however you can ask the characters stuff and they will respond however there would be at least one or two ask breaks per route but currently there are currently 4 routes but that can be subject to change later. My scheduling for posts should be every 2nd Wednesdays/Thursdays so I can have time to post MTBYW’s story, draw stuff unrelated to this ask-blog and answering asks related to me and don't progress the story throughout the weeks.
Another thing I should mention is that besides asks related to me, I’ll be mostly using my character ARG-02 as the narrator which is represented with a ‘>’ before each paragraph/sentence but if for me just talking out of character in one of those sentences I’ll be representing it with my dialogue being inside one of these ‘[]’ for better readability.
Just adding another thing here but basically theres a friendship system where you can befriend any of the characters or make them your enemy which influence a lot of the routes and how they go however be careful in making sure its not to high or low. The max is 20 however if you have a certain character at level 20 it can result in a bad ending in a route. The min is -19 as besides one character who will give you a bad ending if you are at -20, any character at level -20 will instantly kill the captain or smash ARG-03's monitor which causes an instant game over except in one instance where it is another way to start a slightly hard to get route.
How the routes, polls and asks work on this blog:
Routes:
So far there are 4 main routes which split off into multiple different ending however these are technically a predetermined path however dialogue, how you access the route, dynamics and character interactions change depending on the asks so no ending will ever be the exact same. Also, after some time, you will be locked into one of the routes depending on your choices but it’s not always the exact same way to a route, there’s alternate ways which may affect certain endings.
Polls:
For a majority of the polls use in this blog, most of them are for major changes or minor changes which affect the story. If the poll ties, I will basically vote on which I would pick and that will be the one which is selected. For the major changes polls, I will put a disclaimer before the poll.
Asks:
Asks are separated into two different sections which I call ask break asks and story asks.
Story asks as expected are the asks which effect/progress the story and are the ones which are posted during my usual scheduling regardless of when they were asked however I’m slightly stricter on what is asked (i.e., you can’t turn the characters into food when they are monologuing). You can also still use M!A, teleporting and summoning for story asks as well, in fact M!A & teleporting is required for one of the routes.
Ask break asks on the other hand are the asks which don’t effect/progress the story but allow you to ask whatever questions you want to the characters, use M!A, summoning your ocs as observas and teleporting any of my other character (if it’s the one which is required to start one of the routes then it will be sidelined until the ask break has ended). Ask break asks to happen during well you guessed it, an ask break (all posts in that ask break are tagged as such). Ask Breaks last for around 15-20 asks (excluding M!A) or until the next story post.
I highly recommend reading Ghost Ship before continuing
I also recommend reading MTBYW for some context on some of the characters
For the people who don’t want to read an almost 25,000-word story here’s a summary of Ghost Ship:
"Ghost Ship" is a captivating science-fiction novel that takes readers on an epic adventure through space. The story follows Captain William Miller and his AI companion ARG-05 as they navigate dangerous situations, confront powerful enemies, and encounter strange creatures and alien cultures.
The story begins with the Captain's spaceship crashing on an alien planet and being taken into custody by the locals. Along the way, he meets several characters, including Bengino and Serafina, who help him escape. The Captain and ARG-05 arrive in Crowehurst, where they meet Avvoltoio and his children, Pavona and Merlo.
However, tensions arise when Merlo and Avvoltoio get into a fight, and Squinty, who is revealed to be Merlo's alter ego later on, threatens Avvoltoio during a family dinner. Later that night, Merlo goes missing, and the Captain has a dream about feeling guilty over the death of Sophia, the previous Captain of the ship. The Captain wakes up to find himself kidnapped by Squinty, who almost kills him. However, the Captain reveals that he knows Squinty's true identity, and Squinty lets him go.
The Captain discovers that Merlo has been taken by Oca and Tacchina, who is revealed later to be a robot controlled by ARG-04. The Captain, Bengino, Serafina, and the rest of the crew must band together to rescue Merlo and defeat ARG-04 and Sophia. Throughout the story, the Captain deals with the challenges of space travel and the danger of being stranded on alien planet.
In the end, the Captain and his crew succeed in defeating their enemies and return to Earth, with Kioko joining them. The story concludes with a hopeful outlook on their future adventures in space.
Records:
> Error code 404: data could not be found [need backup of ARG-05's files which can be found in the following routes: Vantablack route, Strychnine Route, Chronophobia route]
Loading Point Select:
> Loading Point 1: The Beginning
> Loading Point 2: Returning to Earth?
Current Route: Error code 404: data could not be found [need backup of ARG-05's files which can be found in the following routes: Vantablack route, Strychinine Route, Chronophobia route OR a friendship level of 15 or above with ARG-02 in any route]
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Blood and DNA 👀 Especially curious about the dna
You don't know how long I've been waiting to talk about fate/destiny/prophecy in this thing.
So long.
blood: what would your OC would sacrifice everything for? what does “everything” entail—their life, or something else? how far would they go?
It's fairly normal for Kiris to sacrifice his chances at living the life he wants to live due to a misplaced and misguided sense of 'selfishness' (something that Toor Temple's Headmaster was sure to instill in him--they recognized that Kiris was a people-pleaser early on and wanted to be 'good,' and so anything that wasn't working with their plans for Kiris' prophecies very quickly became 'bad'). Other than his freedom, Kiris doesn't think he has anything worth sacrificing (or sacrificing for). However, once he gets some friends (partners? lovers? we'll see how it plays out), and once he finally realizes that they mean what they say, that he can trust them, he would do just about anything to keep them safe. His one vow to himself is that he will never be like Toor's Headmaster and force people to do things against their will, but if that were the only way to save the ones he loves? He'd immediately sacrifice what he perceives his last chance at redemption.
(For some context: Kiris is one of the most powerful magic users in the last several centuries, and is considered a master (professor) in Empathic Projection, which can be twisted into mind control. Couple that with his prophecies, a beginner's ability in Erosion, and an unrelenting desire to keep his people safe? YIKES.)
dna: does your OC believe in fate or destiny? what about soulmates? is this all a coincidence?
So.
Kiris is what's called a True Prophet. There are other people capable of what's deemed "minor" prophecy--it's an optional course of study for Waters or Lights affiliates--who are able to tell several probably outcomes of an event. These minor prophecies are more akin to physical augury, in that the event being predicted isn't actually witnessed. That's the key difference: a minor prophecy is an interpretation of signs and clues to discern a host of potential futures; a true Prophecy is the selecting of one of those potential futures and the witnessing of the event.
All that to set up this: Kiris believes in fate, so much as he has witnessed it. The events he sees in Prophecy will occur--this has been tested repeatedly with both his near-future prophecies, and those of the previous True Prophets. Anything outside of what he has directly witnessed, however? That's what's subject to change, and is complete coincidence (unless one of the many gods is manipulating it, but that's a whole 'nother topic). For example: say Kiris sees that someone's going to get stabbed. That person WILL now get stabbed (Kiris has locked that future into place--it's a fixed point, if we dip into sci-fi terms). What he hasn't witnessed are the events leading up to that person getting stabbed, and, arguably more importantly, the events after. Sure, the person was stabbed, but someone could have stocked medical supplies in advance and brought a doctor into the next room. Kiris sees the fated event; the results of the event, despite the intentions, are variable.
Especially for the particularly painful events, Kiris feels extremely guilty for having locked the prophecy's subject into that fate, and does his best to ease the pain he thinks he's caused. It's actually for this reason that he refuses to use Prophecy to see if his mother is alive; he fears that he might force her into a horrible illness.
I'm... honestly not sure if that made sense. Think of Prophecy like Shrodinger's cat. Minor prophecies can determine that the cat is in the box, and that it is either alive or dead. A True Prophet's Prophecy randomly selects either "live" or "dead," and opens the box to witness the cat alive or dead. The cat's status is now immutable. That doesn't prevent a vet nearby from trying to resuscitate it!
Can you tell I haven't actually had a chance to discuss what Prophecy means for this world yet?
#princeforhire#kiris na suem#he's basically a big old bundle of pick-pocketed guilt#prophecy's cool tho#even if he doesn't think it is#no soul mates tho#not unless one of the more powerful gods decides on a realms thin day they're very bored#ask game#wip#not? writing#fantasy
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*PLEASE READ* Request Rules
I want to lay down some ground rules for whenever my requests are open. Keep these in mind! (Rules are subject to change based on necessity. For the love of god don’t be the person that necessitates a rule change.)
At the end of the day, this is MY account. I have the right to refuse to do a request (for any reason).
Please look at my Welcome/Masterlist post (HERE) to see what fandoms/characters I’m currently writing for. It should go without saying, but please please please only request things for those fandoms/characters.
Also look at my Welcome post to check whether or not I’m accepting requests. Only request stuff when my requests are open, please.
Please don’t send the same request multiple times.
I’m fine doing NSFW requests. HOWEVER, I do maintain the right to decline anything that makes me feel uncomfortable.
I will not accept requests that are racist, homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, misogynistic, or any other form of hateful. I want my little space on tumblr to be a safe place for people.
I will absolutely never write things that romanticize toxic relationship behaviors, DV, SA, or anything like that. Absolutely fucking not. As someone who’s been in a toxic relationship, there’s nothing sweet about that shit.
Please be patient with me if I don’t get to your request immediately. I might have an influx of requests. As well, like I said in my Welcome post, I have a full-time career that is COMPLETELY unrelated to writing. Also writer’s block happens and sometimes I need to sit on something and think it over for a while.
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i understand that conversations quickly change and people’s minds are not super organized but it is so frustrating when every single time i start to make a point someone interrupts me to bring up something unrelated and completely changed the subject of the conversation!
like this has happened a couple of times and it’s like thanks guys for telling me how important my input is to this conversation by immediately interrupted me and preventing me from saying anything. like fuck
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my favorite kind of ally are the ones i've entitled "confused chad".
Like they don't know what's going on but whatever I'm on about with pronouns is totally wicked dude.
No one embodies Confused Chad more than Jayden. Jayden was a boy in my freshman year of high school. I had three classes with him: Bio, Gym, and Math.
Unrelated to Jayden, that years "fad" was for the guys to wear dresses and skirts to school every Tuesday. I don't know why, none of the gay guys did it, yet every single straight man that year participated at least once.
I go to one of those schools which change schedules depending on the day, so on Tuesdays, it just so happened that I had gym first thing. With Jayden.
Gym class was coming to a close, we're all changing out of our gym clothes, I'm trying to hide my boobs in the mens' room, and then a ruckus starts. Common for a mens' room, I ignore it. The ruckus continues, I try to ignore it. As I go to leave the room i see that Jayden has a full ass bubblegum pink ballgown, petticoat after petticoat, i swear he must've had one of those cages that go underneath it was so puffy.
Of course, all the guys around him (also in skirts, but none can compare) are asking how in the hell he got this crazy shit. All Jayden responds with...
is nothing. He shrugs. and leaves.
Now, Jayden is LOUD. Jayden is loud and annoying and loves talking about literally anything. So even the guys with less than half a braincell know something's up.
2nd period comes and goes. Lunch comes and goes, next: Math. I had forgotten at this point, and I've always been one of those kids who gets to class way too early (especially after lunch), so I spend a good 10 minutes settling into class, other students trickle in.
Jayden walks in, my head is down in my desk drawing so I don't notice. That is, I wouldn't have noticed, but also in this class is Christian, Jayden's best friend, but also an avid member of the D&D club, which meets on Mondays, but Monday was a weekend, so he missed eating lunch with Jayden today.
Christian sits on the other side of the room, but he may as well have been screaming directly into my ear when he goes, "What the FUCK are you wearing, Jayden?!"
Jayden looks at him, blinks, looks down at his Bubblegum. Pink. Ballgown. Look's back at his friend and says, straight-faced;
"Nikes."
Which is immediately followed by him kicking his leg out to reveal the most basic black Nikes you could imagine (im not a shoe person, maybe they were fancy, idfk).
Christian's jaw DROPS. And he steps over to Jayden and grabs the edge of the skirt and holds it up, "No. THIS, you idiot!" (not the word he said, I'm not gonna right the real word, you can figure it out on your own)
Jayden nods and shrugs, "It's a trend, haven't you been paying attention, dumbass?"
"It makes you look gay," Christian argues, tossing the skirt back down.
"What if I am gay?"
"WHAT?!"
"What if. I am. gay...? What's so wrong about that, man?"
"Nothing, I-I... You aren't gay!"
"I might be!"
"Jayden, you're straight,"
"Christian. I'm gay."
And, triumphant, Jayden takes his seat.
The day after, in Biology, Jayden's standing next to me in line to get some assignment (no ballgown in sight). His friend (not Christian) leans over and asks, "So...are you gay? No problem if you are, just wanna know..."
Jayden looks this kid in the eye and goes:
"What's gay?"
And I just lose it. I can't hold myself together anymore. I just start laughing. I laugh until I cry. I laugh until I can't breath. I laugh so hard for so long I get sent home for the day.
We're about to start our Junior year, Jayden still goes to this school, guys dont dress in skirts every tuesday anymore. But people still talk about Jayden and his bubblegum pink ballgown. They still ask where he got it from, he always just walks away or changes the subject. Some people say it was all planned, the Christian encounter, "what's gay?", some say I was in on it, and I don't confirm or deny to those who ask. Because really, I don't care.
I don't care what's true. I don't care what Christian thinks of gays. I don't care where Jayden got the dress. I don't care if Jayden ever learned what gay means. Because you know what?
I made it up.
#shitpost#lgbtq#transgender#writing#long story short#pride#men in dresses#ball gown#based on true events#fiction#bet you feel betrayed now#<3#technically everything here did happen just not all in this way to the same people in the same day#fanfiction#fanfic#art
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What are Some Conversation Starters and Icebreakers for the Elderly?
If you have difficulty connecting with a senior in your life, it may not be your fault. There are various reasons why it may be so, from pure physiological conditions to ageing and cognitive decline. Most of such factors lead to decreased attention span and a more challenging time conversing with them.
If you care for a senior loved one, you need to work on your conversations with them. Communicating effectively could mean a world of difference in the care process. There are many strategies that professional carers employ in communication with elderly individuals.
First of all, here is what you should not do when you speak to a senior
To have an effective conversation with a senior, you need to consider some of the no-go aspects and practices that you should not engage in:
Don't automaically raise your voice. Not every adult has hearing problems, so you should first check if they can hear you well.
Don't converse with them while doing other tasks since you will not be able to focus.
Get to the same eye level, i.e. if they are sitting down, you should do so too.
Don't immediately redirect them if they change the subject to something unrelated to what you were talking about.
You can use physical prompts to move the conversation – photos and objects that speak to your point.
What are some excellent conversation topics that you can engage in?
Many seniors feel a sense of comfort and peace when they talk about their childhood. And if you ask the right questions, you can hear a great story about them or something else you don't know about. You can ask them about their childhood best friends, their favourite place to visit, or their school years. There are so many things that you can ask about someone's childhood to break the ice, and it works exceptionally well with seniors.
Life events are important to them – it is always the case that important life events stay in a person's memory for a long time. That is an excellent topic of conversation to have with them. You can ask them about their wedding or even take them back to the time they had their first date or first kiss. You can ask them about the celebrations surrounding their graduation and their first days of school/university. There are a lot of exciting events that the senior will live to recall.
The present – when you start a conversation, you don't necessarily need to go to reminiscing-based topics. You can also ask them about the gift. Inquire how they are feeling today, what has been the best part of their week, or if they are worried about something. It is even better if you ask how you can be of service to them now.
Gathering wisdom – many seniors would love it if they could share their knowledge with you. Remember, their current condition was not always like this. What you have before you is an individual that used to live a full life. They may have a thing or two to share with you that you may find intriguing. Ask them about their best advice in life or a direct question about how they handled difficult scenarios.
Remember to employ various strategies when talking to seniors and find out what works best. That is how you can have effective communication with them.
© Home Care Preferred Devon
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“Like I said, I did a couple of audiobooks, it’s something that I particularly enjoy doing, is reading aloud, it helps me a lot. I, you know, and this is something to be, you know, really honest... I love writing. It’s not something I’ve been doing at all in these last few years but I used to, I guess when... when I felt so much more, uh, far away from the things that I wanted or thought that I wanted, writing was such a... a way of giving myself something that I wanted, um, I guess, in my heart, if that makes any sense. And anyway, I would read it aloud constantly to anyone that would listen. To kind of like, either keep going with the story or to look for affirmation or to see what people thought and everything. So I can, I just admire that you’ve done that with your books.” - Pedro Pascal (from David Duchovny in Conversation with Pedro Pascal on 05/27/21)
#‘a way of giving myself something that i wanted in my heart’#i... oof i stopped breathing a little#just wanted to record this quote for myself because i loved hearing him talk about this so much#while i patiently wait for him to publish something#pedro pascal#writing#also 😩🥺😔 the vulnerability on his face and in his voice#he was a little hesitant and then at the end of this quote#IMMEDIATELY changed the subject to something unrelated#bless#i love him a lot
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Love Language|| Jujutsu Kaisen
“I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learning your love language.”
A/N: If you didn’t guess from the tagline this is inspired by the song love language by Kehlani. I’ll probably do more of these with different shows and what not because why not. If I missed anyone lmk and I can make a part 2. Also please tag spoilers appropriately esp for manga readers, that being said spoilers for the prequel? manga on Yuuta’s part.
Characters: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna
Warnings: said it b4 but spoiler warnings in general but esp on Yuuji, Yuuta, and Maki’s parts
Plot synopsis: The 5 love languages; physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving and acts of service, and how each jujutsu kaisen character shows their love and affection for you. Ft. a gender neutral reader!
Word count: 2352
Itadori Yuuji
Love Language: Quality time and physical affection
Ok listen-
So for physical affection, Yuuji’s just that kind of person
He is all about giving to you
He’s holding hands with you if you’re ever walking anywhere, and if you’re not a hand holder pls pls pls let him hold your pinky he likes the reassurance
No but seriously he loves to hold you like yall could be walking in completely opposite directions and he’ll try to find some way to hold onto you until the very last second
And even then he’s all ‘:( babe imy’
‘Yuuji we just talked 2 minutes ago’
Another way he shows his love is through quality time
I think for him this is the biggest thing overall, esp as a jujutsu sorcerer bcus you never know yk but also because you’re important to him
Like remember how he literally went to occult club so that he could get out of school in time to go visit his grandpa...ye :(
He also loves finding dumb touristy things to do with you while in Tokyo or anywhere yall go together on a mission
If you get together before he died and came back then that time he had to spend away from you literally killed him
Like my mans was goin THROUGH it
He almost considered spoiling Gojo’s secret
When he sees you again, he’s not gonna let go for like a solid day
Fushiguro Megumi
Love Language: acts of service and words of affirmation
This boy loves you so much
He loves to tell you all the things he loves about you when you’re alone
But he’s a little awkward with his words sometimes, hence where acts of service come in
He’ll immediately offer to hold your things, run to help you train or study, and if you’re cold? He’s fully prepared to never see his jacket again
Also he can’t cook but he’s fully prepared to suffer hearing Sukuna and suffering through Yuuji’s antics if it means he can learn how to make your favorite food
He also will surprise you by making you a playlist of all the songs that you’ve had stuck in your head and sends it to you randomly out of the blue one day like ‘thought you might like this’
However the best of both worlds is when he leaves you little notes throughout the day or sends you texts asking if you need anything or just encouraging you to keep going
Negl he’s lowkey the president of the Y/N support club bcus-
You need anything? It’s yours
Cravings? Sad? Angry? What do you need bby, I’ve got it for you
Also he’s totally the type to be like you need help fuckin this person up?
Also before yall started dating, Fushiguro was a mess
He was constantly asking to spar with you and go on missions, basically anything he could do to be near you
End of the day, Fushiguro loves you and makes sure you know it whether it’s through his actions or his words
Kugisaki Nobara
Love Language: physical affection
So, she’s not the best with words, she tries but like someone help her bcus she is LOST
Like when she had a crush on you she was like “c’mere dumbass i wanna give you a hug”
In fact, she still is like “c’mere” but now you are dating :)
She loves you though and at first she doesn’t really know how to show it
But one day you both come home from training and you just look at each other like ‘yeah today sucks’ and yall both just held each other for the rest of the day
After that, she decided that she wants to do that with you but like always
She’s holding your hand, kissing your cheek when you go shopping, etc. etc.
She really loves to cling to you because she always has this fear that maybe one day you’ll get killed or just disappear so she figures might as well hold onto you for as long as we’ve got
After missions, she’s running up to you and if you aren’t prepared for the tackle, you’re probably gonna fall
On dates too, like if you guys have to meet up for a date, she’s tackling you
On the subject of dates...
She doesn’t mind PDA, and while she might hold your hand or arm so that you don’t get separated
She also doesn’t mind wiping food off your face and eating it, only to then kiss the spot on your face the food was previously at
She will split her shopping load between the two of you, however she will be slightly pouty if she’s carrying more than you (she then cheers up when she realizes she can do more shopping to “balance” the two of you)
In private she’s very cuddly and kissy which honestly isn’t that bad until it gets hot
At which point she’ll just say turn on the ac or convince you to walk around in a tank top (or something like it) so that she can continue holding you
Tbh she prefers the big spoon, but if she’s ever upset you let her be the little spoon >:(
All in all a very loving girlfriend who tries her best to show how much she loves you by glomping you at any given moment.
Zenin Maki
Love language: acts of service and quality time
So you’re telling me that Maki wouldn’t immediately go out of her way to make sure her and her s/o can spend as much time together as possible?????
Like she’s super observant (which can cause her to be a bit harsh, see Yuuta) but she can always tell what’s bothering you
So if you’re upset that you haven’t been spending enough time together due to her being out on missions or otherwise busy she’s immediately running to finish her stuff and spend time with you.
((She’s very sorry, but on the bright side she brought your favorites!))
Maki is also an acts of service type
This mostly ties in with her kind of direct action way of thinking
She thinks she’s slick but you can always see her sneaking around to do small things like grabbing your laundry for you and folding it
She’s very much like if you love someone, you gotta prove it
Overall, dates with her are very intimate and personal to the two of you
Like she’ll take you to a frog pond you landed in during a fight once
Or you’ll take her to a street fair that serves this exclusive food that Maki mentioned wanting to try
However, Maki shows her love through quality time and acts of service and while she does receive love from these to a degree, she is very much a words of affirmation gal
She’s not insecure in her day to day life but she has her moments, everyone does
Sometimes, she’ll feel like shit and a failure and all she wants is for you to say that she’s doing amazing and that she’s a great girlfriend.
Inumaki Toge
Love language: Physical affection
Because of his curse, he can’t exactly express how he feels about you through words
He does text you frequently throughout the day (I’ll have to do a hc abt that someday)
But he’d prefer not to be on his phone to communicate if you’re right in front of him
So he does the next best thing and just smothers you in physical affection
He loves kissing you the most
Like he could spend hours just kissing you if you let him (please let him)
But in public, he gets if you’re not a big fan of pda he’s willing to tone it down as long as he gets kisses later in private
He’d still prefer it if you held his hand or linked pinkies maintaining touch in some way
Also, unrelated, but it means so much to him if you try to understand his sushi language
He knows realistically the foundation of any relationship is communication so already he’s at a disadvantage because of his curse
But if he sees you like take notes after he says something or start to need him to text you to translate, his heart is swelling
Like ‘omg this person loves me enough to learn a whole new language <333′
Another tangent but before you were together he was struggling so muchhhh
Like how does one express their feelings for someone without words?
If you’re Inumaki, you buy some flowers and text said person to meet you at a cafe
It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realize it was a date, but once you did, you ever so gently linked pinkies with Toge
Okkotsu Yuuta
Love language: words. of. affirmation.
He’s literally so sensitive please tell him you love him regularly
In return he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you too
He knows that he can’t really be there for you as much as he’d like but he likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you
Doesn’t matter the time, if you call, he’s answering
If he doesn’t he’ll cry he’ll immediately call you back and is apologizing for missing your call
You assure him it’s no big deal but the man has his volume turned all the way up and changed your ringtone to one specific for you by the time you’ve even said hey
Aside from that, he really is sensitive
He’s been through a lot especially with Rika as well as growing up alone and bullied
So for him, it’s everything to hear that you like having him around and don’t think he’s too much or anything like that
Of course, he gets better with time, trusting you and having the confidence in himself to not need constant assurance
That being said, if you ever just whisper in his ear, “I love you, Yuuta.”
That’s not your boyfriend, that’s a puddle of love on the floor
(Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had a field day when they saw him, Fushiguro now questions if Yuuta really is a respectable 2nd year.)
Gojo Satoru
Love language: gift giving and quality time
So Gojo doesn’t exactly get to spend a ton of time
Between missions, him beefing with higher ups, and you and him playing parent the baby sorcerers yall don’t exactly get time to go out much
In which case Gojo tends to default to two options:
He’ll either go the extra mile to try and spend time with you
Whether that be an at home date where he tries and fails to surprise you with a home cooked meal
Or a date out at a restaurant or cafe (which you tend to visit after his home cooking efforts)
OR he’ll bring you various souvenirs from his missions
He loves to spoil you, and if he could he’d probably bring you back a whole store’s worth of stuff
But alas, airport security regulations
Anyways, he loves to spoil you especially if he can spoil you with sweets because it benefits him in two ways
He treasures all the time you spend together, and he does try to overcompensate for his absence with gifts
Despite your assurances, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure at this point (just let him, trying to argue just goads him on further)
He doesn’t only buy you small things, he enjoys buying you outfits
And he especially likes seeing you in them
Kento Nanami
Love Language: acts of service
Y’all remember the episode where he killed that curse that was bothering that baker lady?? Yea that
He’s literally such an acts of service boyfriend it’s not even funny
Before you got together, he would memorize your coffee order and bring you a cup pretty much everyday like clockwork
Now that you’re togehter, he wakes up before you so h=that when you wake up there’s the smell of coffee throughout the house
When you come out of you’re shared bedroom and he’s just scrooling through his phone like “mornin’”
Of course you already made the bed and ironed his clothes because relationships are give and take
And then when you leave for your jobs in the morning, he kisses you and holds the door open for you
He’ll draw a bath for you if he gets home before you, if you let him join or not is up to you
Also, if you ever get sick, he’s actually the best
Like he isn’t the best cook but he can heat up soup and tea
He’ll run to the store while you’re asleep and when you wake up, there’s like a whole tray of food in front of you and he’s like ‘it’s important to eat and drink so your body can heal’
And when you inevitably fall asleep after eating and taking medicine at his insistence, he tucks you in and clears away the dishes, exiting with little more than a kiss to your head
Ryoumen Sukuna
Love Language: gift giving and acts of service
So like Sukuna never says he loves you...ever
But he does notice if someone or something’s making you uncomfortable, and if so, said entity’s head will be presented to you later that day
You also just so happen to be the only person he can tolerate being around him for longer than 20 seconds
He also loves to give you jewelry, he likes seeing you adorned in something from him
He also isn’t gonna just handle all your problems for you, he will push you to become stronger by training with you
He’ll also expect this energy to be reciprocated, as long as you’re pushing yourself to be better, he’s content with that
(He wants to see you grow because he’s scared that if he ever gets caught lackin one day you’ll end up dead)
He’ll never tell you or admit it, but Sukuna truly does care for you and hold you in a regard that he doesn’t have for others
So be grateful jkjk
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Alone together
Yandere!Dainsleif x gn!reader
Wordcount: 2011
CW: Yandere themes, stalking, possessive behavior, PTSD
Khaenri’ah burns. Skies turn red, as tall pillars of smoke arise in the place of ruined towers. People cry and beg and scream.
“Ah, [First] , you came to help” Lisa greets you, waking up from her half-slumbering state: “Welcome, welcome. I already made some tea for you, just let me”. The librarian stretches and yawns akin to a cat, after she stands up from the counter, flashing you one of her charming smiles afterwards: “Go and fetch it. We will work after the tea”.
Something in her voice leaves no room for argument, so you sit at the offered table, eyes immediately shifting to the nearby window, mostly out of habit. Skies are blue and clear, buildings are whole and steady, people are laughing and cheering outside. It’s a sight that brings you heartache and comfort at the same time - no one should be subjected to what you had to live through, whether they worship the seven or not.
“And here it is”, the witch says, holding a tray with a steaming teapot, cups and a plate of cupcakes resting on top of it. The next fifteen minutes are spent drinking and carelessly chatting about everything and nothing in particular: Lisa is an excellent company, adept at maintaining the conversation interesting and atmosphere comfortable, her wide array of knowledge and keen intellect keeping you on your toes throughout the exchange despite the advantage of experience you happen to possess.
The brief tea party is then followed by the shared work of deciphering ancient documents, the librarian sometimes turns to you asking for the meaning of one word or another - most of the texts are written in Khaenri’ahn or archaic forms of the modern languages.
She doesn’t pry why you happen to possess such intrinsic knowledge on the long dead language, nor does she ask anything about your star-shaped pupils - she must have seen the descendants of your compatriots, then. You know there live at least two - one with tan skin and a warm smile that never reaches his cold eyes and a blonde youth with the powers of khemia rolling under his palms. There’s no courage to approach them.
You in turn share Khaenri’ah’s greatest legacy - knowledge and science that helped your nation to outpace the deities and turn them against you. It’s a nice feeling - making sure that the thing your people cherished the most will not be forgotten, even if it’s given to archon worshippers. Five centuries ago the thought of educating Teyvatians would be laughable to you - there’s no use in it, they will continue to believe in their gods - you would dismiss it, but now nationless you have no choice but to do it - it’s the only way to keep the products of your people alive. To keep the memory of your people alive.
Khaenri’ah burns. You run across the collapsing city, eyes growing wider as you see people slowly morphing into something. It’s bestial and feral, primitive. Your breath hitches, you want to scream.
“[First]?”, it’s Lisa again, she lightly taps your shoulder, a hint of concern creeps into her voice
“Ah? Everything is fine, I just zoned off” you reply, too quickly and too strained to be believable. Who could have known that even after five hundred years the flashbacks of what happened on that day will still haunt you? They trail your thoughts like determined hounds, sneaking up on you in the most inopportune times. One moment you are talking to someone, the second you relive the fall of Khaenri’ah. The memory feels too real to be a fantasy, leaving your thoughts messy, anxious and disordered, as you shake and try to calm yourself.
“Are you sure?”, she stands up from her seat and makes a couple of quick steps to you, taking a good look at your face: you must look horrible, you think, those episodes always leave you panting and on the verge of panic.
“Maybe we should continue tomorrow, there’s no use in haste, it’s not like our documents will run away”, Lisa continues, massaging circles into your shoulder - her hand is warm and comforting, grounding. You want to thank her for this - the understanding tone and the way she caresses you right now, helping you to keep the link with reality, but the words get stuck in your throat - it’s too much and too scary, to admit what just has happened not only to her, but to yourself too.
“Yes”, you finally force out of yourself, nodding along the way: “it would be for the better”. Your voice is still too tense and strained, filled with the grief for the people and places long past, but Lisa, to your relief, doesn’t point out any of it. You quickly gather your belongings and leave the library, almost forgetting to bid a farewell to the witch as you exit.
The sun begins to set as you make your way to the rented house, it’s small and nondescript, a complete opposite of the one you had in Liyue. You used to work as a scholar in the harbor before He found you again - you fled your spacious and cozy apartments in less than a day, leaving almost all of your possessions behind.
The thoughts of what had happened still buzz in your mind - you want to scream and cry, you want to vent to someone, but the words you will utter will be in pure khaenri’ahn they won’t understand you.
You think of finally approaching that star-eyed cavalry captain, Kaeya, maybe he saw what you witnessed too. You think of Albedo, who carries the same energy all khaenri’ahn constructs do. You want to ask him about his creator, you want to talk with him about Khemia. You think of Barbatos who wears the form of the cheerful bard, you want to accuse and scream and hit him.
You do nothing as the power leaves your body the same second - it’s scary, so scary to verbalize that, to talk and share and relive, and approaching any of those three means doing exactly so.
You stay inside instead, calming your beating heart and kicking out intrusive thoughts, and only when your pulse returns to the norm you allow yourself to finally stand up. The world is shaky and unreliable, but some things stay the same. Your room for example - you have a habit of leaving things in specific places, as a way to keep you grounded. There’s a comfort in familiarity - the one you desperately need.
Your eyes shift from one object to the other, until they stumble across something that sends your heart racing again. The cup you use is shifted by a couple of inches, facing you by the opposite side, there’s a flower and a note lying beside it. The words are in khaenri’ahn, the handwriting is familiar too.
Khaenri’ah burns. Your lungs do too from the sheer overexertion and fatigue, but you keep pushing further and further - you can’t give up yet, not when He needs you. A name forms on your lips.
Thousand of thoughts form in your mind, they’re panicked, fast and disjointed - flee again, cut and dye your hair, change the name too - you can start over in Inazuma again, it’s a closed country, so if you will manage to get in, it will be harder for him to track you again.
Who are you kidding?
Unlike you, he has a core of steel, an unwavering determination to settle things his way or die trying - be it opposing Celestia or gaining you. It was always like that, with the Twilight sword being stubborn to a fault - he never budged or surrendered, not when Khaenri’ah was still proudly standing, and not now, when there’s nothing but the charred remains of your homeland.
You met him when you got accepted into the Royal order, where a Konungr paired you with Him. The twilight sword was unrelenting in his pursuits even then, a trait that you both admired and feared in equal volume. The collapse of your nation only worsened this quality - if back then he was striving to supervise and oversee everything, then the tragedy exacerbated his controlling tendencies even further.
You were travelling together for the first fifty years after the fall, both affected by the same curse, as he started getting possessive. It began in innocuous things: asking where you were, what you were doing, you didn’t pay much attention back then, celestial wrath still fresh in your memory - he was just cautious you told yourself, it’s a safety measure.
But then these safety measures grew from simply inquiring about your day to accompanying you almost everywhere, and then it all culminated in Him locking you up, to keep you away from leaving.
You escaped then, and avoided him ever since, departing your residence the second you caught the wind of his possible proximity. Years turned into decades that later morphed into centuries, and you began to grow lax - he was getting closer and closer to you with each turn. The first time you had a suspicion of him being near you packed your things the same second and spent countless days traversing the land by hidden passageways, careful not to leave any traces, and now, now you still sit in your house, despite having evidence of him knowing where you are.
Maybe you grew tired of the cat and mouse game, maybe you just accepted that your recapture is inevitable and all your little escapes do nothing, but set it off for a couple of months, or maybe you’re just that lonely. It doesn’t matter, really, as you make no attempt to do anything - it’s useless, he already knows your location.
Khaenri’ah burns. You cry and you hate yourself - for weakness, for helplessness, for still being alive and sane. He stays near you as a silent shadow, his blue eyes shifting from your crying face to the wreckage of the city. There are no words shared between you that day - you’re crushed and empty, yet bare and aching at the same time.
“Dainsleif”, you greet him, once you hear the squeak of the opening door. He doesn’t look that different from five hundred years ago, but now his eyes are both more tired and alive with fervent light.
“[First]”, he simply replies, your name rolling off his tongue like a prayer - there’s adoration and worship in his tone. He almost falls to his knees, as he takes your hands in his, capturing them in a steel trap.
“[First], I finally have you, [first]”, he murmurs, bringing your palm to his face. You don’t resist him, knowing it’s futile. His skin feels just like all those years ago - rough and dry, weathered down by the demanding lifestyle he leads. He gives a shy peck to your inner wrist, blue eyes intently watching you as he does so.
“Long time no see, Dain”, you start, trying to diffuse the tension in the air, as he grabs you by the chin and forces you into a kiss. He kisses with the desperation of a dying person, one of his hands firmly holding your head, the other starts to explore your body. It feels obscene. You are lightheaded, when he finally parts and hugs you again, still chanting “[First]” over and over again.
You allow him this liberty too, feeling a prick of pity in your heart. You know what it is - to be the sole survivor, too see your own people crumble and fall and transform. You know that he returns to that place again and again, reliving the same moment against his will. You know that he gasps and shivers when the memories get too real and overwhelming.
You both are children of the fallen nation, and there's no person in the world who could understand you better than he does. Maybe, you shouldn't have run, you think, listening to Dainsleif speak in Khaenri’ahn. There's a chain of connection between you two, it's unbreakable, forged in shared losses, tears and pain.
Khaenri’ah burns. It burns in both of you.
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