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florallylly · 4 months

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i've seen model steve harrington aus. i've seen child steve harrington aus. i present: child model steve harrington

note: this came from my own desperate need to see this conceptualized and i SWEAR i've searched, i just can't find any content with child model steve so. :(

bc little steve harrington was remarkably cherub-like. his large brown eyes and soft pout ensured endless cooing and fussing from his mom's friends. and when he blushed and ducked his head in shyness, they only complimented him more. when he got home that day, his mom smiled at him.

so steve decided that he would put up with the cheek pinching and the squealing. he sat upright in his chair, sitting on his hands so he wouldn't fidget and ruin the image. because he'd do anything to keep his mom smiling at him. if he was being particularly good that day, she'd let him lay his head on her lap on the drive back home.

but everything changed at his father's birthday gala. a nearly eight year old steve harrington sat prim and proper in his seat, but a smile lit up his face--his cheeks round and his dimples showing up. he raised his hand up to cover his giggle, but he couldn't help but laugh at some silly old man with a loose toupee. then he sees his mom approaching, and his face quickly smooths over, going back to the more polite smile he usually adopted when it came to these events.

he'd ruined it. he hadn't continued being the sweet boy his mom wanted. but then, she smiles at him. and introduces him to the man behind her, who says he's a designer. the man holds out his hand, but when steve puts his hand into his palm, he doesn't shake it. the man simply holds his hand, his eyes scanning steve's face. steve tries not to squirm under the attention. but the man nods and smiles at his mom, and he gives two brief cheek kisses to steve, whispering in his ear "you're going to be a star, darling." steve looks at his mom, confused, but she waves him off to continue talking to the man.

a few months later, steve's mom whisks him off on a trip to france. and steve is so excited to go, nearly vibrating in his seat as the airplane prepares to take off. but instead of the eiffel tower and the seine, steve is taken to a studio. he's posed and changed. once again, he's being fussed over, but instead of wealthy socialites, gossiping make-up artists squeal over him. he's "perfect for the shoot" and "the most darling little boy." steve doesn't understand, but his mom is still smiling, so he lets the nice ladies brush powder over his face.

and he looks in the mirror. his hair is a little more tousled and his lips have a slight tint to them and his eyes seem to take up much of his face. he's put into new clothes, and he feels like a doll in their hands. and when he's put in front of the camera, he simply follows the photographer's directions. afterwards, he's bundled into the car and his mom can't stop gushing about how good he was.

apparently, he's a natural. and then she goes back to fussing over him, focusing more on appearance than his behavior now. but she takes him out shopping and they eat at an upscale restaurant along the champs-elysses. and steve is happy.

and then they go back home, and his mom is so much stricter than before. she has him try out all kinds of different hair products, determined to find the best combination to keep it looking shiny and soft. she controls his food intake and what he wears and makes him use weird creams and serums on his face. but this is what makes his mom happy, so he's happy to let her.

his mom is also on the phone a lot more lately, whispering harshly about the quality of brands and steve just assumes she's being picky about the clothes she buys. later, his mom picks him up and holds him, and asks if he'd like to move to italy. she looks at him intently and it's obvious what answer she wants, so steve nods. she smiles and holds him close, and it's the most loved steve has felt in a while.

so they move to italy, and suddenly steve is a lot more busy. he's put in front of more cameras for more people he doesn't know. but he's smiling and pouting and doing whatever they want him to do. his compliant attitude and polite nature have photographers and designers alike singing his praises, and steve always looks to his mom for approval. but she's been arguing with his dad a lot lately, so she's upset more often than not. but that's okay, the make-up artists are always kind to him.

but then one day, his mom takes a phone call in the middle of the shoot. and when it finishes, she's gone. steve goes back in, close to tears, but the make-up artists still hanging around look after him until a car is sent to pick him up. this becomes a trend. and eventually, steve goes alone to his shoots. he's always taken care of by the crew and someone is always there to pick him up, but it's not fun without his mom there.

but he knows that she's always enjoyed him taking pictures, so he continues to do so, hoping that she'll come watch him again sometime soon. and he busies himself with befriending the chatty make-up artists and the bossy photographers and the eccentric designers. and he's such a cute little thing that they can't help but dote on him.

steve is never catapulted into child stardom, as his mom is picky with his jobs, only choosing luxury brands and well known designers for him. but within the industry, they call him the "little prince."

and then steve is catapulted into puberty, but his intense skin regimen prevents him from getting acne, save for the occasional zit. and his diet and religious exercise schedule help maintain his look. and he's still doing remarkably well, especially now that he's fully aware that he is a Model.

and steve has truly grown into his looks. with time, he's grown more comfortable in front of the camera and made numerous friends. nearly all of them are older than him, but they're fun and loud and it fills up the space that normally surrounds him. and they're the ones who get him hooked on american movies. steve remembers living in america, but he's been in milan so long that everything he recalls is vague.

but he watches them and falls in love with the american high school experience. so when he finally catches his mom off the phone and actually in the house, steve asks if he can go to school in america. and his mom laughs. but steve keeps asking, which devolves into begging. and his mother snaps, slapping him across the face and calling him ungrateful. she cries and begs for forgiveness, cowed into shame by steve's desperate attempt to hold back tears.

and so she lets him go to school in hawkins, indiana. an odd choice, but his parents just so happened to own a property there. (in truth, both of his parents expected him to change his mind within the year). but steve finds his place at hawkins high, because even though nobody in hawkins has ever heard of versace, steve is pretty. he's pretty and charming and he knows the right thing to say. after all, he's spent his whole life perfecting his mask.

and even if his mom ended up moving back home with his dad, leaving steve all alone in that big empty house, steve is happy. he's finally hanging out with people his age and high school is so far removed from the glitz and glam of the fashion industry. and he's settled and content with tommy and carol by his side. while he misses his friends back in milan, steve finds himself longing for the clothes more often. hawkins was certainly the opposite of milan, what with the nearest mall being two hours away and only equipped with a macy's and jcpenny.

through it all, steve is determined to be normal. he laughs along with jokes he doesn't quite get and rolls his eyes at carol's cue, and he joins the swim team. and he joins the basketball team. and he goes to parties and kisses girls and wears dumb little polos with his letterman jacket and does everything that he saw in the movies.

but nancy wheeler is different. steve can't forget his time in italy and who he is and was, and he's reminded of his old life in everyone and everything in hawkins. but not nancy wheeler. she's all hawkins and all his. and then the upside down happens.

and then nancy wheeler breaks his heart.

even after three years, his parents continue to ask when he'll go back to modeling, but he's different now. the upside down and billy hargrove beat that starry eyed little kid who thrived in the spotlight. and nancy wheeler proved that adoration and love is fleeting, so what would even be the point of trying anymore? his dad was a little more approving of steve's retirement/hiatus, saying that steve must want to go to college so he can take over the family business.

but when steve doesn't get into college, he's once again badgered by his mom to go back. but he's grown and changed and he's not sure that he can pretend anymore, so he says no. and they cut him off. enter: scoops era.

the measly scoops salary is not nearly enough to cover all of the new bills and expenses steve has, but he's not willing to leave hawkins. so he reaches out to his friends back in italy, and they refer him to their american connections. steve doesn't model at the same level as before, but he poses for a couple of zines and one artist who got a little too handsy at his exhibition. but he's able to make it through until the mall blows up.

this routine continues and he starts working at family video with robin at his side, but he keeps his side job a secret from the kids, using the excuse of visiting his parents to leave town for his shoots. he's not ashamed, but he knows he wouldn't "be normal" anymore if they found out.

but how does he explain his near mental breakdown at the sight of his healing demobat scars. they're raised and ugly, ruining what should have been a perfect body. and even though he uses scar cream everyday, they refuse to fade away completely. and how could anyone stand to be near such an ugly thing when all his life, steve was meant to be pretty? after all, love and adoration is fleeting.

#steve harrington #give me grace i literally do not know how to verbalize all of my thoughts about this #child model au #imagining them finding out bc jonathan or will was interested in some photography art exhibition and steve is literally the centerpiece #everyone FREAKING OUT #robin knew bc OFC robin knew #steve feeling too self conscious to keep his old ads but he knows his mom keeps a record in her office #dustin screaming crying punching the wall YOUVE BEEN FAMOUS THIS WHOLE TIME... AND DIDNT TELL ME....#mike wheeler feeling ill bc is steve actually kind of cool....#italian steve harrington #because OF COURSE italian steve harrington #eddie munson asking steve if he'd ever consider doing playboy #steve going into a very serious answer about his career projection and actually that's an insult eddie. do u know who i am #and eddie is like yeah ur the centerfold in my heart baby #and then steve gets it #to be so clear. steve's mom DOES love him but she's also extremely selfish #that's why she feels bad when she slaps him and concedes to his request #but once she gets over the initial guilt she's like but he was a STAR i was the mother of a STAR

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sonknuxadow · 4 months

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this is probably an unpopular opinion with the amount of "everyone is married with kids" type future aus people make for sonic characters but i cannot see sonic getting married or having a kid ever. if he did somehow end up with a kid hed be the worlds first transmasc absent father or however the joke goes

#i can only see sonic with a kid if its some random kid he accidentally adopted or whatever #and if he had a partner whatever they have going on probably wouldnt fit the typical idea of how having a partner works at all #i dont think sonic is a very romantic guy to be honest. and being in a serious relationship or ''settling down'' wouldnt be for him #i guess you could argue his feelings towards that sort of stuff could change once hes an adult #but i kinda. dont like. the idea of him suddenly becoming interested in romance and wanting to settle down #as a sign hes ''finally grown up'' or whatever. because lack of interest in romance isnt an immature trait you have to grow out of #some people never want that sort of thing and thats fine #anyway i dont hate fankids to be clear i think theyre fun in concept . like from a design standpoint #taking traits from characters you like to make a new guy out of it is fun #i just cannot imagine those things ever actually happening does that make sense #actually while im at it i dont think rouge would want kids at all either . people want her to be motherly so bad but she just is not #she is the cool older sister figure who teaches you how to steal from the pin container at hot topic without getting caught. not a mom

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coffee-bat · 4 months

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oh right. peepaw doodles from the ward bc i just realized i forgor to post them

#ok some of these need context (mostly for the jokes)#1. i like to imagine if hes in a bad mood he just turns away clients(?) for the stupidest reasons like 'hm. it says here your mom gay'#2. this is literally the springlock scene thats it #3. peepaw server in-joke abt him liking candy sand/the stuff they put in pixie sticks its like a drug to him #4. the fact that there's a real possibility that he got canonically put in a cartoonish fullbody cast post-springlock incident-#-is unbelievably funny to me #5. this is normal its a normal family hanging out #6. i was doodling expressions and the sweaty 'fuck' face came out so good that i decided to give him the rest of his body😔👍#i was so so bored and i think it shows in these #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton #steve raglan #vanessa shelly #blood cw #scars cw #shitpost #doodle #my art #he looks different everytime i draw him and his body type keeps changing. i have no control over this sorry everyone /silly

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spacecravat · 9 months

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for good omens s3 i hope we get to see crowley with REALLY long hair, waist length or longer. just luxurious long locks pooling around him

#ways i’m imagining this: like historical chinese fashion #ways this is more likely: those stupid 1600s curly wigs #anyway #not to be biased but i like long haired crowley #good omens #mine #not that i Want them to do asian history because i think that might just turn out bad #but i think all those chinese history books my mom made us read as kids rubbed off

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bluerosefox · 2 years

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Twins AU BUT WITH ANGST!

So I'm writing for the Twins story rn (snails pace of small updates and working on it but it's going) and an idea struck me and I wanna share it and bring it all the DP x DC and Twins AU lovers attention cause were missing out on some PRIME ANGST. (BAD Mom Talia ahead btw, I normally like her in the grey areas but this time, bad mom) (also I LOVE some good Angst.)

So we all know that Talia had Damian cloned right? And later that clone killed Damian. What if, now hear me out, after that (when Damian is brought back to life) what if she tried to use another clone (only not aged up so they’re at Damian age) to coax Damian back into the League and that he can use the clone as a replacement for Danyal (Danny), its her ‘gift’ of trying to give him back his twin.

Can you imagine the feral outrage, insulted anger or heartbreak he'd have over that. He didn’t care much about the first clone cause it had his eyes but this one has Danyal’s blue eyes. Especially if Damian does care for Danny and doesn't want to hide that anymore now that hes not in the League and he can freely talk about his twin without being hushed up (but hasn't been able to due to his own complex emotions over missing his twin). Can you imagine the after emotions after Damian verbally tearing into his mother for such an insult against his twins memory and life and defeating the mindless doll like clone (Taila made it so it'll follow Damian's orders with no fuss should he come back, she ended its life once they left Gotham, another failure it seems) and Bruce asking 'Who is Danyal, Damian?'.

AND THEN CAN YOU IMAGINE THE NUCLEAR MELTDOWN OR RAGE HE'LL HAVE IF HE SEES DANNY. Like Danny is in Gotham for something (class trip? One of his Rouges sneaking to Gotham? A ghost fight taking him there and is sight seeing in his human form now that its over? Sam taking him as her Plus 1 for a social event (Dating? Best friends? Danny being cool with being used as an (entitled, dumb, rich, elite) heir repellent for Sam? [Side note: ALSO DP fans we need to really play with that idea more, Sam comes from money her parents would totally want her with a powerful rich heir, which she would HATE and would totally ask her friends to be her Elitist Heir Repellent] Idk any one is good. Her parents hating that cause they planned to have her 'single' for some of the elite heirs) and Danny gets his face decked hard or his head gets nearly chopped off by a katana.

And when he looks at who did it he's surprised to see someone who looks nearly like him but when green eyes being held back by a few other guys (Dick and Jason)

Does Danny have his memories? Does he remember Damian? Or has he hoped to never see his brother again after all these years? Idk it's open for anyone to pick and choose the plot, I'm just throwing the idea out into the sea and waiting to see if anyone wants to try nibbling at it.

Do they discover the actual truth? Does Damian despise Danny the entire time? Does it go away when the Bats find proof that Danny isn't a clone (online media showing pictures of him growing up in a small town called Amity Park)? Does Damian take note that despite them looking so much alike, Damian is more leaning towards Bruce's body type in the future, while Danny's is leaner/more runnerish (mainly due to their fighting styles/what they fight)? Which is a huge difference from the last clone that was merely a copy paste of Damian but with blue eyes. Idk.

[Small side note: normally in the Twins stories Talia is the one that saves Danny if he dies/sent away, if it's bad mom Talia, who saves him? Maybe have Clockwork save Danny, cause he knows Danny's future is Phantom and later King]

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luck-of-the-drawings · 8 months

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IMAGINE. working at ur stupid uhhh job or whatever. pulling into your drive way and ready to work on some crazy project in your garage. opening the door to the most unfamiliar silence. did your wife and kid leave for something? could you imagine knocking on your kids door, hardly getting an answer, and opening it to find the splattered remains of your wife across his room your child is scared! hes hardly consolable, in a state of shock and terror. you are too, but youre the adult here. you need to take charge. you need to protect him. you need to do something. you need to do something.

#cw gore #jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi pd spoilers #ashe winters #LOOOORRRD HELP ME THIS IS A YEAR OLD AND I HAAAATE LOOKIN AT IIITTTT ALL I CAN SEE ARE MY MISTAAAKESSS RRAAGHHHGGG ITS FINE THOUGH #ITS FIIIINE ITS ALL FIIIIIIINE!! IM HARSHER ON MY ART THAN ANYONE ELSE ITS FIIIIIINE IIITTSFFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEE #ANWYAY SO I THINK ALOT ABOUT THE FACT HE KILLED HIS MOM. FUUUUCKED UP. POOR GUY.. i wish i could learn more about what that day was like #the lil scenario wrote is my own silly little headcanon. but what really happened on that day? was mark there? or did he come home to it?#how violent was it really? was ashe awake the whole time? does he remember exactly how he killed her? does he remember?#who was mrs winters? what was she like? i like to think she was the one that gave ashe the book. taught him what she could before. yknow.#did ashe or mark try to destroy it afterwards? i could imagine mark throwing it into a fire. only for it to reappear with ashe #maybe ashe couldnt destroy it but i could imagine him hiding it. hiding away from it. and yet when we find him he holds it so close #its the only thing he can do! no super powers or anything. this was it. why would he ever throw away the only thing hes good at?#AND GOOD GOD MARK... TURNING TO MERCENARY WORK OVER IT ALL... SELLING HIS SOUL TO A LAbortory that changed him in immense ways #when did it get bad enough for him to start covering his face? what was ashe thinking? he knew his dad was up to something but what?#maRK HAS SUUUCH A CRAZY KILL COUNT TOO. I THINK THE HIGHEST IN THE SERIES IF WE'RE NOT LOOKIN AT THE GODS OR WATEV #MASS MURDER. MAN HAS COMMITTED MASS MURDER AND BROKE OUT OF SUPER VILLAIN PRISON WITH A PEN. MAN BUILDS IRON MAN SUITS IN HIS BASEMENT #OKay okay enough of my ramblin okayokay i just REALLY LOVE THIS SSHHOOOOWWW DUUUDEE EEUUGHTHTHHRHGHGH I LOVE THE WINTERS FAMILY...

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echo-goes-mmm · 4 months

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Moonflower #8

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Warnings: sexism, dehumanization

Iris refreshed her makeup, adding more concealer under her eyes. Half of it was ensuring her Aunt wouldn’t make a “you seem tired” comment, and the other half was pure procrastination.

Kit sat on the floor next to the vanity, watching her blend out the concealer.

It was nice to have someone in the room that was quiet and didn’t demand her attention. Less lonely, without draining her energy.

She applied more lipstick and smoothed her hair. There was no use putting it off any longer. Aunt Nicole would just chide her for being late.

The walk to the dining room was too short for her taste. She half considered canceling, but then the next dinner would be even more insufferable.

Her family stood as she entered, and it was amusing to see their smiles turn to confusion when they spotted Kit trailing behind her.

“It’s good to see you, Iris,” said Alexander. Out of the four on her mother’s side, she liked him the most.

“Likewise.”

She took her spot at the head of the table; Kit to her right.

The slight didn’t go unnoticed.

“Won’t you introduce us to your friend?” asked Aunt Nicole, a faux smile on her face.

“Kit, this is my Aunt Nicole, Uncle Henry, and my cousins: Alexander and Richard.” She pointed each one out, and Henry offered a polite nod.

“Hello,” said Kit. Richard snorted, but covered it up with a cough. Brat.

Iris sat, and everyone followed suit.

Percy, and a servant she didn’t know the name of, appeared in a flash.

“Tonight we have a seasonal salad with balsamic vinaigrette, roasted duck with rosemary potatoes, and chocolate lava cake for dessert. Chef has selected a light red with notes of cherry.”

The servant uncorked the bottle, and Iris gave it a sniff. “Lovely. Thank you.”

The servant began to pour the wine. Richard was too young, so she passed him over. Kit politely refused the wine, and Aunt Nicole raised a judgemental brow.

It was going to be a long meal.

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“So, darling,” said Iris’s aunt, “have you started looking for a husband yet?”

Kit glanced up from his salad in alarm. Mistress had already told him she hated the marriage talk.

“Not as of late,” said Iris, gritting her teeth. “I’ve been busy.”

“Of course you have. The kingdom won’t run itself,” Henry interrupted, casting a glance to his wife.

“I could handle the matchmaking for you,” suggested Nicole. Iris tensed. Nicole leaned over to place her hand on Iris’s. “I know that was supposed to be your mother’s job, but-”

Iris yanked her hand away. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m really not interested right now.”

Mistress grabbed her wine and took a long sip. Nicole frowned.

“Honey, I’m just concerned. Don’t you want children?”

Iris choked on her wine.

“Of course I do, but I don’t have the time to date. And I certainly don’t have the time to be a mother.”

“That’s what nannies are for, darling.”

“We are not talking about this.”

Silence fell over the table.

“The weather is pretty good for August,” said Alexander, clearly trying to change the subject. “Very mild. Think that will hold for winter?”

“Probably not,” said Iris, her posture relaxing.

“How do you know? Did your magic pet tell you that?” said Richard. He shoveled salad into his mouth. It was supposed to be an insult, but it was weak and childish at best.

“Richard!” exclaimed Nicole.

“Kit isn’t a pet,” said Iris, her grip on her glass tightening.

Henry put his fork down. “Mind your manners, young man.”

“I’m not a winter. I wouldn’t know,” Kit said, neatly sidestepping the ‘pet’ comment. He didn’t think he could really dispute it anyway.

“Can you predict the weather?” asked Alexander. “In your season, I mean.”

“A little. I can’t tell you what will happen in a week, but I’ll know if it will rain the morning of.”

“How convenient,” said Nicole. “That must be helpful for event planning.”

“I suppose.”

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Mistress was on her second glass of wine, and Kit worried about her. She was just so tense.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know any conversation topics that would calm her down.

Some servants cleared the table and brought in the duck. It looked delicious.

He carefully took a bite, and suppressed a wince.

It was good, really good, but it was clearly seasoned with salt. It stung like tiny needles in his mouth.

Was it on purpose? Did he do something wrong, and this was his punishment?

He glanced at Mistress Iris out of the corner of his eye. She didn’t seem to notice anything.

Kit looked down at his dish. It would be rude not to eat what he was given. Iris would be so upset if he embarrassed her in front of the family she disliked so much.

He tried the potatoes.

No salt, thank the stars.

He ate the duck quickly. If he got it over with soon, it would give his mouth time to heal and hopefully he could enjoy dessert.

“So, Kit, what do you do for Iris?” asked Richard, a smirk on his face. “Y’know, if you don’t predict the weather.”

Kit decided he didn’t like Richard.

“Whatever Mistress asks of me.”

He knew he’d made a mistake as soon as the word ‘mistress’ left his lips.

“So you’re not a pet, you’re a slave.” Iris sucked in a breath.

Henry stood up, grabbing Richard by the arm. “Come on. We’re going to have a chat.”

He pulled Richard from the table, marching him out the door.

“I was just telling it like it is!” protested Richard as they went.

There was a pause. Kit poked at the remaining food on his plate.

“I am so sorry,” apologized Alexander.

“I’ve heard worse.” Richard was right, but he was an asshole about it. No wonder Iris didn’t like her family.

Nicole said nothing, swirling her wine.

Kit attempted to swallow more of the meat, but he couldn’t help flinching at the salt on his tongue. It was beginning to burn in his mouth.

He grabbed his water glass and took a long sip.

He tried to eat another piece without wincing, but it was a losing battle. He choked it down. It really was too bad; he liked duck.

“Are you alright?” asked Iris, her brow furrowing.

“I-” there was no way he could answer without complaining. “There’s salt in this.”

“Percy!” called Iris over her shoulder. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?” she said to him.

“I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose.”

“Of course it wasn't on purpose!”

Percy appeared in moments. “My queen?”

“There's salt Kit’s food.”

Percy’s eyes went wide. He turned to Kit. “My apologies for the mix up. Chef specifically prepared a duck for you. I’ll switch it out immediately. It won’t happen again.” He whisked away the plate.

“Thank you,” said Iris, exasperated. She reached for her wine again.

Henry and Richard came back in. Henry looked as composed as before, but Richard’s face was red.

Henry kissed his wife on the cheek, and Richard slumped unhappily in his chair. He didn’t look at anyone.

The second duck was just as good as the first, without the pain. Percy seemed incredibly embarrassed.

“Percy isn’t going to be in trouble, right?” he asked.

“It isn’t his job to plate the courses, so no.” Iris reassured him. “Whoever did will be.”

“Oh. What if it was just a mistake?”

“I’d have them fired,” said Nicole. She turned up her nose. “No one wants to do their jobs properly anymore.”

“What are we talking about?” Henry said, picking up his fork.

“Someone put an allergen in Kit’s food,” said Alexander.

“Ah.”

“We’re debating if they should get fired,” said Iris.

“I don’t think so,” Kit said. “Maybe they just didn’t know.”

“They should know,” argued Nicole. “It’s unacceptable.”

“I’m with Kit on this one.” offered Alexander. “Salt is so common, and not usually something you have to worry about. No harm no foul, right?”

“Doesn’t salt hurt faeries?” asked Henry.

“Yes.”

“Well then there was harm,” he pointed out.

“Kit should still decide.”

“I don’t want them in trouble if it was a mistake,” he protested.

“And if it wasn’t?” asked Henry. “You can’t just let that slide.”

“Then I’ll fire them,” said Iris. “Obviously.”

“The real problem is lack of effort,” Nicole complained, “No one wants to work these days.”

The family debated back and forth, and Kit was just glad that Iris didn’t seem so wound up anymore.

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“Well, now that it's over, I won’t have to see them for another month.”

Kit watched her remove her makeup.

“Why bother seeing them if you don’t like them?”

Iris pulled off her earrings. “They’re my mom’s family,” she explained. “I can’t just… not talk to them.”

She looked in the mirror. She did look tired without concealer. Damn.

“Oh.”

She got the feeling that Kit didn’t really understand. “It’s easier to keep the peace than to cut them off. Besides, Alexander and Uncle Henry aren’t so bad. Right?”

Kit hummed.

“I’m going to bed early. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes, Iris.” Kit stood up and left, the door quietly clicking shut.

She sighed, rubbing her eyes. It was only Monday, and she was already so sick of work.

Maybe tomorrow would be easier.

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#imagine your aunt wants you to have sex so bad she brings up your dead mom #actually theres a lot of messed up family dynamics at play here #my writing #whump #slavery whump #moonflower series #fae whumpee #royal caretaker

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crimeronan · 1 year

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kind of a tragedy that ao3 didn't exist in the 70s and 80s. i know people say it would be a horror story to find your parent's ao3 but honestly as long as you avoid anything E-rated until you're like the same age they were when they wrote it you'd be fine. my mom has an old yellowed manuscript of the extremely generic high fantasy novel she painstakingly wrote on a typewriter at age 15 and i've read it twice. her self insert was a side character tough warrior catgirl named "catchild" who had a sword and always rode on horseback and could talk to feral cats in the main character's village. are you telling me you guys would find ABSOLUTELY NO DELIGHTS in the OP deviantart OCs that your disco 'rents came up with.......

#if you have a bad relationship with your parents to begin with you're obviously exempt #anyway the apple doesnt fall far from the tree where my mom is concerned #but imagine if she hadn't kept that out of nostalgia! boxing it up through endless moves around college and old boyfriends and #between europe and the US. between multiple states within the US. it would just be LOST #the women in my family have been preserving and passing down journals and love letters and postcards for over a century #pages over a hundred years old all bound up and carefully placed inside a shoebox #ao3 makes personal writing so much easier to preserve it's Unreal. especially when digital decay eats a lot of other online archival spaces #ao3

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vic-does-battlecats · 11 days

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Walk with me every stage of my life

Happy late Mother’s Day to Lilyheart

#twigbranch #lilyheart #omen of the stars #a vision of shadows #the broken code #a starless clan #warrior cats #warriors #lilyheart is canonically short and I like to imagine that with her nwme Twigbranch has to be tall. so they’re hilarious to me #I LOVE these two so dearly. lilyheart is a such a good mom to twig #I’d daresay she might be the best protagonist mother tied with Dovewing #twig is very fond of her from books 1-5 of avos #she’s kinda weird and acts as if she doesn’t have much bond w her in book 6 but twig is weirdly harsh all that book (it’s the one where she #-is really bad abt mentoring flypaw and being pressured by finleap so I tend to just attribute her behavior that book to her being stressed #but nonetheless what they do get that’s good is REALLY good #they get to have so much on screen time together and lilyheart is SO fond of her #she reassures twig and sees her as her own daughter 100%#she talks about how she feels she has all her kits back with her when twig rejoins thunderclan <3 #she even defends twig from Bramblestar in the first a starless clan book. the Erins very well could have forgotten their relationship-#-but I choose to believe that was on purpose #twig also has a sweet relationshio w ivypool too where ivypool being her first mentor and lilyheart being her adoptive mom come ans-#congradulate her when she finally passes her asssesment. twigbranch is THE found family warrior cat #anyway idea of the piece is lilyheart being there from twig’s kithood (morning) to her being a warrior (night) just through the passage-#of time #and with that the light moves from the left to the right

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queen-of-the-night-lights · 1 year

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Love Power ( Omega x Mom!reader)

A/N: Hello, I apologize that I do not post as much as other fan blogs especially when it comes to my original work. I tend to have long and inconsistent work hours and different things going on with my mental health. I appreciate all of you who are patient and still decide to follow me. Thank you all. For a little note about the fic I got this idea a LONG time ago when I first heard the song “ Love Power” from “ Disenchanted”. I heard it and immediately thought about a parental figure teaching this lesson to Omega. So please enjoy this short fic.

Warnings: Fluff, comfor, mentions of self doubt.

Summary: On your way to Serenno something seems off when a member of your team isn’t acting quite like herself.

You were soon to arrive on Serenno as the others started to get themselves ready you went to go check on Omega. She hadn’t left her room since take off, which was really weird considering the young girl always wanted to look out the windows at all the planets you traveled to. “ Omega, we’re almost there are you ready?” No answer. “ Omega?” Her voice was quiet “ Just a second.” Another thing that seemed out of place, none of her usual excitement and optimism was in her words. “Omega may I come up?” After you had asked the curtains opened a little as a que to come in. You climbed into the makeshift room and sat across from her. She sat there curled up her cheeks red and her eyes pink, she had been crying. “ What’s wrong kiddo?”

“ Do you guys ever regret coming back for me?” “ Never once.” You responded as soon as she asked. It was true, but you had a suspicion why she asked this question. “ Why?”you asked placing a hand on hers. She shrugged and avoided your gaze. You sighed trying to give her a moment before asking again. She tried to sink more into her curled up knees and Lula. Tears brimming her eyes when you repeated “ Omega, what’s wrong?” Omega took a deep breath before attempting to explain. “ I…I heard Hunter and Echo talking and…” you placed a hand over hers to let her know you were listening.

She looked into your eyes as you gave her a kind and understanding smile. “ You guys don’t have a normal life because of me.” She cried. You adjusted yourself so that you could lean her against you. You let her get her emotions out and held her close to your chest. Quietly rocking her back and forth you started to speak as she calmed down. “ Omega, we may not have a normal life but we wouldn’t trade it or you for the galaxy alright? What you over heard was-“ you sighed as you tried to word this next part right. “People, sometimes say things that they don’t mean when they are frustrated. They don’t always know what to say or how to say what they mean and sometimes that causes them to hurt people they love. It’s not intentional, but we love you okay? We love you so much, you know that right? “

She nodded, with a sigh she leaned more into you. There was a moment of silence before she added “ I just, I still feel bad.” Lightly stroking her arm you explained “ I know, and I know that no matter what we say you might feel like this for a while. Trust me I’m speaking from experience here.” Too many times you felt like her or at least something similar. Having the knowledge that people love you isn’t always comforting, sometimes it makes you feel worse and sometimes your brain will still convince you of the worse.

“ There is one thing that you can do for me, to prove that we were right in choosing you, which we are. You can take all the love and happiness that we have shared with you and share it with others throughout your life.” The girl gave you a slightly puzzled look. “ Use your memories of times you’ve felt love. Even the smallest ones, the ones that don’t seem memorable in the moment, to spread love. All the love you’ve given and the love you have received have this power that’s, well the most powerful thing in the world. Even more powerful than the Empire. We love you so much Omega, always remember that. Just remember the memories that show you the power of love, and use that as reassurance.” The young girl launched herself into a hug which you gladly reciprocated.

After holding her for a few minutes you lightly tapped her shoulder blade and said “ Alright, are you ready for the mission and to see how beautiful Serenno is?” She smiled that smile you loved so much. The child-like one that made her seem normal, that caused her nose to scrunch a little and had this undeniable brightness to it. “ Yes!” She exclaimed and jumped down the ladder. Omega stood with her back to you for a second as you climbed down, much slower than her jump. You were then almost knocked over by the sheer force of her giving you another quick hug as she muttered a thank you. As she ran to the cockpit all you saw was the girl that was a sister and a daughter to you and the men you traveled with. The one you all knew and loved, and the one you knew would give love to those around her. Now all you had to do was have a serious talk with certain members of your team about where and when to have serious discussions.

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