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[actual-greenninja]

I DONT WANT TO HURT YOU GUYS THE SAME WAY HE HURT ME

Genya x fem reader (angst to fluff, modern au)

**cw: yelling, arguing, harsh treatment (he apologizes) swearing, mentions of abuse, comfort**

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Synopsis

After 4 years of dating the two of you get married and start a family together consisting of 2 four year old boys and 1 two year old girl. The little family you guys started together mean the world to Genya, and he wouldn't want to do anything to harm you guys, especially in the same way his father harmed him and his mother and siblings.Recently he has been working later than usual and his boss and co workers are driving him insane with their constant demands of him. Today he arrives home at 8 at night extremely angry. He has an out burst at you and the two of you get into a fight which lead to him grabbing your fore arm and handling you harshly while yelling at you. You're 2 Sons come running in, yelling, begging him to stop, he then realised what he was doing and now he can't even look at you or his son's the same.

★Author's note: this is my first ever fic, im purely writing this to get it out of my head, sorry if my English isn't great, it is my first language im just not any good lol. Sorry if I didn't really write Genya well, it's my first time writing him. I love arguement angsty fics and I love my boy Genya. Not proof read sorry

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He didn't mean it, he swears he didn't mean it.

He didn't mean to make you cry,he didn't mean to make his son's cry, he wants to blame it on his childhood, watching his father beat up his mother and siblings almost every day must of made him think his actions were okay in the moment, but he knew that there was no excuse. He hurt you.

Things at home recently haven't been the best in terms of the relationship between you and your adoring husband, Genya Shinazugawa. The man who you have been in love with for almost 8 years now. The man you dated throughout your college years. The man who you said yes to, tears streaming down your eyes without a second thought when he proposed to you the night he took you out to the prettiest resort you had ever seen, the man who helped you and cared for you while you were pregnant with his twin boys and later his beautiful baby girl. The man who swore to make you and your children the happiest he could.

For the past two weeks you could tell that things at work haven't been going too well for Genya. He often woke up extra early, leaving you alone in bed and leaving almost immediately for work. Some mornings he won't even shyly kiss you on the forehead goodbye like he usually does, he just gets dressed and leaves you at home to take care of your loud 4 year olds and crying 2 year old. The day would go on as it usually does except now Genya gets home later than usual, sometimes it would already be dark long before he arrives home only to tiredly greet you, quickly eat the dinner you kept for him, sit with your children if they weren't already asleep and then go to bed a bit upset. It hurt you to see him upset all the time when you did get to see him, noticing how he isn't nearly as affectionate with you as he use to be. What hurt more was that your son's were starting to realize that their father didn't have time to them, making them feel like they weren't important to him, which was furthest from the truth. Today wasn't any different.

"Mommy... Psst! Mommy, wake up!"

You're eyes started to flutter tiredly, a heavy weight causing pain to your stomach. When you finally gain consciousness you find one of you twin sons sitting on your stomach with you in bed. You say tiredly "Hey, baby, what are you doing up this early?" He smiles at you with a toothy grin, showing of his little gapped teeth. "I dunno, I jus' wanna sleep with you, mommy!" You smile softly at how cute he is. You rest your hand on his cheek, his purple eyes resembling his father's shining bright at you. "Alright then, but first, where's your brother? Is he up aswell" you ask with a tired smile, a little worried that his brother may be catching up to something. Just before your question can be answered you here loud crying that came from the nursery. Your daughter must have woken up. Suddenly the cries grow closer and closer to your bedroom and before you know it your other son is running into the room with his little sister in his arms, clearly struggling to carry her weight with his small arms. He yells, panicked "Mommy! Mommy! Sissy won't stop crying! I just came to her cot and she started crying when she saw me!!" He now had tears in his own eyes, the thought of him making his beloved sister cry makes him feel terrible. You jump out of bed and take her out of your son's arms. You kiss him on the forehead before trying to calm down your daughter "Don't worry, bub. She was just crying because she missed you so much! Thank you for bringing her to me but next time just call me, alright?" You say, calming your son down. He sniffles "okay mommy, I will" he says with a faint smile.

After calming all your children down you take them to the kitchen and make your children each bowls of soft porridge for them to eat while on the couch where all four of you watched "The Goofy Movie" for the hundredth time in a row. You all sat peacefully watching, your daughter in your lap and your son's each leaning on one of your sides. The scene came on where Goofy and his son, Max are in their car on a road trip. You watched, a little bored as you practically memorised the whole script by now. That is until one of your son's tug on your pajama shirt.

He looks up at you with his sad purple eyes. You look at him, confused

"Hey, bub. What's with the face, don't you like the movie? Or is your porridge tasting weird?" You ask, trying to mask your worry. He shakes his head and speaks with a sad tone "Mommy, why doesn't Daddy love us like Goofy and Max?" With that your heart absolutely shatters. There's no way he thinks his father doesn't love him!? You rub his head with your thumb. Before you say anything your other son chimes in, sounding more upset "Yeah! Why doesn't Daddy love us anymore!? Does he not like us..?" You are now feeling frantic. Where is all this coming from? How long have they thought this!? You finally speak up, trying to hide your tears from escaping your eyes, you were feeling way too hurt by their words. "Guys, Daddy loves you! He loves you all so so much... He loves you and will never stop loving you... Why do you think he doesn't..?" You ask with worry, holding your children closer to you. One of your son's says in a sad tone, "But, Daddy doesn't play with us anymore... Daddy is never here with us..." He says, tears in his eyes. "Yeah! He doesn't play with us anymore. He leaves us all the time. He leaves mommy all the time too!" Your other son yells, feeling more upset and hurt by the realisation. Your heart is torn to shreds and you don't know what to feel. Sad that they think this, angry at your husband for not spending enough time with his family,or angry at yourself for not realizing these things sooner. You speak up with pain in your voice "No, no, no Daddy loves you guys, he loves all of us, he's just been busy with work!" You try reassuring them but you can see the four year olds aren't convinced with such an explanation. You sigh and say calmly "Ok guys, why don't we go out for ice cream and later when Daddy is home later, I'll talk to him about playing with you guys more.. how does that sound?" You ask with a weak smile, hoping that ice cream will make them forget about this whole thing for a while. Your son's eyes light up, as if the whole conversation before never happend "Ice cream! Ice cream" the boys chanted happily, making your daughter giggle in your arms. You smile at their sudden change in mood but you still feel a pool in your stomach.

Why the hell would they think such a terrible thing about their father? It's not their fault at all, but still, how could you let this happen? How could Genya let this happen? You felt anger bubbling in your chest. A mix of anger and sadness. You knew you had to talk to Genya about this, but every night you tried talking to him in the past about spending more time with his family he would just brush you off and tell you that " your being dramatic, im trying but they just won't let me catch a break at work" and end it at that. You weren't gonna let that happen tonight though. You were going to confront Genya about his behaviour and how it has been affecting you and the children.

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The evening started making its way into the sky, the bright blues from earlier fading into a mix of orange and red hues throughout the sky , clouds reappearing and taking form above. You had just finished making dinner for you and your children where they now sat on the floor of their bedroom playing with their toys that you and Genya had gifted them for their birthdays. You were now washing the dishes peacefully by yourself before you heard the door open and be slammed shut. Just by that noise you could tell that Genya just had a bad day at work. Has got to be as every time you texted him before today he wouldn't even read them nor answer them.

Genya huffed as he walked in, immediately taking of his tie and blazer, placing them on the counter. You smile at him softly, drying your hand and making your way to your husband. You kiss him on the cheek and smile up at him, glad that you get to him for the first time today.

"Hey,love, how was work? We missed you!" You say cheerfully. On any other day he would have smiled, kissed you back with a light blush and say that he missed you guys too and call for his boys to run to him and hug them tightly. Today however, he clearly wasn't in the mood, answering you with a grunt and saying in a tired, annoyed voice " Yeah, yeah, missed you too..". It was clear there wasn't any meaning behind his words and that made you feel hurt. Your two sons come running into the kitchen and run into Genya's legs happily. They look up at their father with big toothy smiles. "Daddy! We missed you! Come play with us!" They say excitedly. Genya bends down to hug his boys tiredly. He says in a forced sad tone as he hugged them. "Daddy missed you boys too, sorry guys but daddies tired so he can't play today..."

The two boys let go of their father, the one looking sad while the other looked a little upset. They both nodded and left the room without saying another word. This was the last straw for you, your heart couldn't take it anymore. Genya makes his way to the couch in the living room. He sits down tiredly, his hand in his messy mohawk cut hair, he sighed, he clearly just wanted to fall asleep right there, but you didn't let him. You took a seat next to him, you looked at him with eyes of sadness.

"Genya, love, we need to talk..." You start off, concern painting your voice. He sighs, he sounds very annoyed at your request. He looks at you with a slight glare "Can't it wait til tomorrow, can't 'ya see im not in the mood?" He snarls. You haven't seen Genya talk to you like this ever, he is usually soft with you, if he didn't want to talk he would ask politely if you could keep this for later, not snarl at you like this. You stand your ground though, not wanting to get intimidated by his annoyed state. You speak up firmly "No, we need to talk now. Look at me, it's important." He is upset by your firmness and sits up. He looks at you dead in the eye and says, his voice coated with venom, "I said im not in the mood. If it's about me being at work to much then im not fucking listening,ok?" He says angrily. His attitude towards you was making you more upset aswell. " Well can you blame me for wanting to talk about it!? It isn't good that your not at home anymore, it's affecting you and it's affecting this family!" You say forcefully,you were getting tired of all of this, you knew it wasn't exactly his fault, but right now you didn't care. He looks at you with disbelief,he was angry now, and thanks to him being at work all day,he was too tired to even think straight. He yells at you, his purple eyes piercing into you. "The fuck, you want to tell at me for wanting to provide for our family!? Are you fucking stupid or something!?" He gets up from the couch to stand and look down on you, adrenaline pumping through his veins. "What an ungrateful bitch do you have to be to think this shit!? Especially when I see you aren't doing anything for this damn family!" He yells, anger filling him. He has never yelled like this, he swore that he wouldn't. That night where he was crying into your arms 2 weeks after your wedding night. He cried saying that he never wants to hurt or even yell at you, after what he saw his father do to his mom he was traumatized. His screams still ringing through his ears. You held him closely, telling him that he will never be like his father. He promised you that he will never do anything to harm you, yet here we are.

You two kept yelling at eachother, the screams only growing louder. You scream at him, tears flowing through your eyes at this point. "Atleast our children have someone they can turn to, and doesn't push them away all the fucking time!I Amy not be out earning money but atleast I show my children the love they deserve out of a parent, what have you been doing!?" You didn't mean those things, but at the same time you meant every word. Genya's eyes widen. If you thought he was pissed before, now you've really done it. He made his way to you and grabbed your forearm tightly, making you wince at the pain.You struggle, trying to get him to let you go only for him to grip you tighter.

"TAKE THAT BACK, FUCKING TAKE IT BACK UNLESS YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT IM GONNA DO TO YOU"

He yells, his head foggy with rage at this point. He never intended to hurt you, but he wanted you to fear him for saying that he doesn't provide his children the love they need, the children he loved with all his heart. He kept swearing, telling you to take it back, but you stayed silent, the pain he was enforcing on your arm being to much. Your eyes had tears streaming down your face and you yelled overs and overs for him to let go. Before the arguement can escalate any further you here a high pitched yell come from the hallway. It was your son, he looked furious yet he had tears streams Ng down his eyes. He was trembling, his little hands balled up into small fists.

"STOP HURTING MOMMY YOU MONSTER!"

he yelled, he ran to Genya's leg and started punching it with all he had, his punches not causing any physical harm to Genya. Genya's eyes widen, his vision finally clearing from all his anger. Genya's eyes are still wide as he takes in the scene he created. His son was trying to beat him off while the woman he loved with all his heart was crying desperately trying to get out of his grasp. He let go of you and your first instinct was to run to your son and hold him to get him to stop. You try to stop your crying as you held him tightly to stop him from trying to fight his father. He finally let his little fist free to hug you tightly, crying into the crook of your neck. All Genya could hear were the sniffles coming from the two of you. He fucked up. He desperately fucked up. After some silence your son spoke up in a broken little voice. He spoke Inbetween cries " S-see. Mommy- I said- I said that - daddy h-hates us!"

Genya's heart shattered. He finally understood what you were so desperately trying to explain to him. His own son, the son who he cried for when him and his brother were born. The boy that he held with his brother every night when he was a baby. The boy who said "daddy" as his first word. The boy who was crying Infront of him, thinking that he, his own father, hated him. Genya started to panic, the scene felt so fimiliar to him, and it made his heart ache. This exact thing happend when he was younger, but he had his siblings to help him through it aswell. Here, his son had no one. Genya then noticed his other son, holding his sister, cowering in the hallway, crying with his confused sister in his hands. It reminded Genya of himself, how he cowered with his siblings while Sanemi tried beating their father off their mother. He was his father in this situation, Genya was acting how his father would and the fact tore him apart. How did he even get here, what was he thinking? He's afraid he wasn't thinking at all, and because of him not thinking he now hurt his family. He hurt you.

Tears were streaming down Genya's face. All he wanted to do was take you all into his embrace, kiss you all on the forehead as he usually does and keep you guys safe from the world, but how can he do that now? He harmed you... If anything, someone should be protecting you all from him. But he loved you guys he loved you guys more than himself. All he could do was stand and watch you guys,crying softly. After some time he finally musters up softly, his voice breaking.

"Im so sorry... Im so so sorry.... I didn't... I-"

He was stuttering, trying to think of the right words. You didn't even pay him a single glance, all your attention on your children crying in your arms. You finally stood up with a weak smile. you held your daughter in your arms and your son held your hand while the other was holding his brothers hand. You said in a strained voice,

"come on guys, Why don't I sleep with you all together in your room?"

Genya's eyes widened at this, he choked out, tears still falling from his eyes. "WAIT! P-please, can we talk..? Please, love, Im sorry.. to all of you" he choked on his sobs, Genya looked pathetic like this. It broke your heart but you knew he deserved this. You gave him one final glance before taking your children to their room. Genya was crying, swearing at himself, how is he such an idiot? What was wrong with him? He didn't want to hurt you guys. He needed to see you, he needed to hold you, he needed to explain to you, but what would he even explain? That he is a complete asshole who doesn't deserve his own family's love? He didn't know

"Fuck... What is wrong with you... Weak piece of shit... You are acting- no, no I can't be... Shit, im acting exactly like him"

All he knew he could do was wait until the children are asleep, then, maybe he could talk to you... Then if you will let him, he can talk to his children too, and apologize for this whole mess. He wanted to tell you guys how much he loved you all, he wanted to hold his sons as he did when they were babies. He wanted his daughter to look up at him with that cute smile of hers. But after all this... He....

He chokes out another sob. He walked himself to your shared bedroom and waited, hoping that you will walk in hold him like you always would.

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The hours go by and before you know it, it's 12 in the morning. You talked with your children, calming them down and put them to sleep.You wanted to go to Genya and forget about this whole thing, just have things go back to normal. But you knew you couldn't... Could you ever after this? You look down at your fore arm, it was red from how Genya handled you. After the children were sound asleep you quietly left the room. You walked to your shared bedroom, you crack the door open to see Genya laying in bed, his back facing the door. He was hunched up in the bed, you could hear the sobs coming from the bed you two shared. He was holding the pillow you slept with, burying his face into it. The whole scene was making you feel sick inside, should you even feel bad? Is it bad that you feel bad for him?

You knocked before letting yourself in. He jumps up to see you, your eyes swollen and your cheeks flushed. He is so happy to see you, yet the tears fall more than before. He wants to get up and hug you but he restrains himself, he knows he doesn't deserve it.

"(y/n)...?" He says quietly. You look at him emotionlessly and take a seat onto the bed next to him. The two of you sit in silence, not knowing what to say. There was so much to say yet you couldn't think of anything, I mean, where do you even start? You finally say quietly. "Do you finally see why I want you to spend more time with us..? The boys... They think you hate us.." you hear another choked sob come out from Genya. His hand in his hair. "IM SORRY" he squeaks out in-between cries "I see what you mean now... I don't know how I haven't realised.." You look at him, your own tears threatening to spill, but you stay strong. You say in a soft voice."Don't cry, do you really think you deserve to?" His eyes widen, he stops his crying immediately, you were right, he didn't deserve to....

"Genya.... Why? Why all of this..? What were you thinking?" You ask him in a cold tone of voice. He can't even look at you. He says quietly, his voice shaking. "I don't know... I have no excuse for this. Things at work have just been frustrating lately and it's been pissing me off.Then I took it out on you-" he nearly starts to cry again but he restrains himself." Im Sorry. I don't deserve the forgiveness of you or our children but im sorry. And please... Tell the boys that I don't hate them, fuck, I love them, I love all three of them, and I love you, more than anything.." He swallows his sobs and looks at your arm, now red and slightly bruised. "Shit... I did that to you..? I hurt you like that." His breathing gets faster. Everything starts to blur, he couldn't handle this,he cried, speaking to himself,

"I promised I'd never be like him... I promised you I'd never be like him... What the fuck, why am I like him, why am I an abusive dick , and to the people I love more than myself" he starts to spiral and it got too much for you. You cup his cheek and make him look up at you, you wipe his tears away and try to reassure him "Genya, what you did today was inexcusable, but Genya,my love, you are nothing like your father." Your own tears started to spill from your eyes, "I know you love us, and I know how much you try just to see us happy. And I know you didn't mean to hurt any of us, your father can't say he did any of these things but you can. Genya please, don't say you're like your father because you aren't. You are kind, and sweet and..-" You are now crying, who were you kidding, you could never bring yourself to be cold to him, he was yours after all, your sweet, sensitive Genya. You hugged him tightly and he cried into your neck. He spoke in between muffled cries.

"I don't want to hurt you guys the same way he hurt me.."

"And you never will.... But please, don't ever do this again, not for me but for our children"

You guys cried some more and you finally talked it out. Genya held your fore arm gently in his hand, he rubbed it in his palm, a look of pain on his face. He kissed it gently and looked up at you "I will never hurt you again... You or our children. I promise, for real this time" You smiled at him and nodded "I know you never will... But... Do they?". You both knew you had to explain this to them, but how do you explain this to 2 four year olds and 1 two year old? Just as you two were contemplating that you heard little pit pat's make their way into your shared bedroom.

It was your two boys , tired eyes looking up to see you with Genya. They looked up at you and made grabby hands, signaling that they want to be with you on the bed. You pulled them up onto the bed instead of cuddling into your lap they went into Genya's. Both of you were shocked, did they really forget already? Your one son who was trying to protect you earlier spoke tiredly, little tear bubbles in his eyes. He held onto Genya tightly. "We missed you Daddy... Can we sleep with you?" The other twin nodded in agreement, too tired to speak. Genya couldn't handle it, a few tears running down his face, a soft smile making its way onto his features. He said quietly "Of course you can... You always can."

You decided to get your daughter who was luckily sound asleep to sleep with you all in the bedroom. You and Genya were so happy,your boys seemed to be better and you two finally made up. Genya held you all close to him. He kissed you all on the forehead as your son's drifted off to sleep. He whispered to you, his voice still slightly shaky. "If you wouldn't mind... Maybe I can call in sick tomorrow and stay here with you guys?" You giggle softly "You don't have to, I can tell all this work is very important to you" he says almost instantly,moving you closer to him, "Not as important as all of you.... You can show me how you take care of these three everyday. And I can help you, I can keep these two little guys entertained and you can get a break." He says with a smile. You kiss him on his jawline, making him blush. "I would like that" you say tiredly. Before you know it you all fall asleep

Yeah, Genya then decided from that day on he will always be there for his family, and nothing will ever come before all of you.

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"Lorelei, We all know the ocean can be rather harsh-"

"Beau, we can trust Marc. He's our brother!"

'UP ON THE SURFACE POV'

Lorelei and Beau were picking their outfits for the next day, discussing the next day's adventure. Going on a sailing trip with their brother and his crew. "Prince Eric's kingdom isn't too far from here right?" Lorelei inquired, Holding up a plain white blouse and a porcelain corset. "Around Five Miles away." Beau answers, shrugging her shoulders a bit.

Beau then added, "Marc and his crew are pretty experienced, Marc has been sailing ever since he was 10, So we'll be safe." Beau recites, Having her hand on a flowing sundress.

Lorelei nods, Still having a bit of a smile on her face. "What about getting my dog?" She inquired, Blinking and then Beau blinks before exclaiming, "YOURE GETTING A DOG?" Lorelei chuckles, grinning sheepishly. "I forgot to tell you." She admitted. Beau gasps excitedly, "I love dogs and cats!" She gushed, Her voice full of joy and excitement.

"Me too, I haven't decided on what exact breed of dog I want, Or their name." Lorelei explained, awkwardly grinning.

'UNDER THE SEA POV'

"We should go back to the palace, It's already late," Mortimer suggests, observing the darkening sky. Vivia sighs, feeling a mixture of disappointment that their adventure has come to an end and excitement for Glacliean's upcoming coronation. "You're right, Mortimer. Glacliean's coronation is tomorrow, and I can't wait to celebrate with everyone," she exclaims, a wide smile stretching across her face.

Reluctantly, Vivia turns back towards the palace, the anticipation of the upcoming event fueling her graceful strides. As they approach the grand entrance of the palace, Vivia feels a sudden chill in the air. She shivers, her instincts tingling with an eerie sensation.

Unbeknownst to Vivia, Seraphina, hidden in the shadows, snaps her fingers, giving a command. Immediately, a massive shark emerges from the depths of the sea and charges towards Vivia with alarming speed. Vivia's eyes widen in terror as she lets out a piercing scream.

The commotion catches the attention of King Osiri, who is inside the palace, engaged in conversation with Queen Nautrius. His head snaps up at the sound of Vivia's scream, his heart racing with worry. Without hesitation, he rushes towards the palace entrance, determined to protect his daughter.

Upon reaching the scene, King Osiri's eyes widen in shock as he witnesses the shark charging towards Vivia. His protective instincts kick in, and with a powerful burst of energy, he conjures a powerful water spell, creating a protective barrier around Vivia, shielding her from harm.

The shark slams into the barrier with a powerful force, but it fails to penetrate the protective shield. With a wave of his hand, King Osiri redirects the shark's trajectory, sending it veering away from Vivia. The dangerous creature disappears back into the depths of the ocean.

Vivia gasps for breath, her heart racing with adrenaline. She looks up to see her father, his face filled with concern and relief. "Father!" she calls out, rushing towards him and embracing him tightly. "Thank you for saving me!"

King Osiri holds his daughter close, his voice filled with both love and worry. "I will always protect you, Vivia. You are my precious daughter," he reassures her, his grip tightening as he realizes the dangers that surround them.

Together, they make their way back into the palace, where Queen Nautrius awaits with a mix of relief and concern. The incident serves as a stark reminder of the lurking dangers in their world, prompting a renewed sense of vigilance and the need to uncover the source of the threat.

'THE CHILDREN OF CYRAENEUS POV'

Glacliean was visibly nervous about his coronation, His hands trembling as he looked at himself in the mirror, His reflection just reading off his anxieties and worries like a well written book. "It's just one Speech.. one." he mumbles, But then hears commotion outside of his window. "What was that?!" Caspian voiced having stuck his head out of his room.

"It sounded like a scream is everyone alright?" Azlathora questions, coming out of her room and waiting for responses. "I'm alright!" Hali answers, "And we're good!" Caspian says, Coming out of their shared room with Tamesis. "That sounded like a girl, actually." He stated, having his hands on his hips. "A girl? Wait where's Vivia?" Glacliean queried, deep worry etched across his face.

Just then, Queen Nautrius appeared, her presence commanding attention. She offered a reassuring smile to her children, her voice calm and soothing. "Do not worry, my dear ones. Vivia is with your father. They will both return safely," she assured them, her words carrying a sense of motherly authority.

Relief washed over the Cryaeneus siblings as they took in their mother's comforting words. Glacliean's anxiety eased slightly, knowing that his beloved sister was in the capable hands of their father. The siblings exchanged glances, a shared understanding passing between them.

'THE KING OF SIRELEAN POV'

King Osiri was swimming with Vivia and Mortimer, Vivia was excitedly telling him everything she did that day. "I rode on the back of an octopus with Mortimer! It was amazing, It felt like I was riding in the wind!" She gushed, A wide smile on her face. "Sounds like quite the adventure, My dear." King Osiri smiles, Loving the childlike joy coming from his youngest daughter.

"I am glad you had such a wonderful time, my dear," King Osiri replied, a warm smile gracing his lips. "The ocean is a vast and wondrous place, filled with countless treasures to explore. But always remember to be cautious and mindful of the dangers that may lurk beneath the surface."

Vivia nodded, "I'm always careful, the ocean is a beautiful but Dangerous place!" She responded, Wrapping her arms around her father's much bigger arm. "...Father?" Vivia suddenly asks, Her tone quiet and nervous.

King Osiri looked down at Vivia, his eyes filled with love and curiosity. "What is it, my dear?" he asked gently, sensing the nervousness in her voice.

Vivia hesitated for a moment, her gaze shifting towards the distant land. "Father, I've always wondered... Could I ever watch the humans from the closest vantage point? Maybe from a rock near the dock?" she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and longing.

King Osiri considered her request, his brow furrowing slightly. He understood his daughter's curiosity about the world beyond the ocean, but he also knew of the dangers and prejudices that existed between the humans and their kind. After a brief pause, he replied, "Vivia, the human world can be both enchanting and treacherous. It's a realm filled with complexities and challenges."

He gently cupped her cheek, his touch comforting. "While I want you to experience the wonders of the world, I must also ensure your safety. Let me speak with your mother and the council about finding a way to fulfill your desire while keeping you protected."

Vivia nodded, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Father. I trust you to make the best decision for me," she said, squeezing his arm affectionately.

King Osiri smiled warmly, his heart filled with a mix of pride and concern for his daughter's adventurous spirit. "I will do my best, my dear. Your happiness and safety are my utmost priorities," he reassured her, his voice brimming with love.

'UP ON THE SURFACE POV'

Lorelei was standing on her balcony, Now in her nightgown and robe, Looking over the vast ocean with a look of longing. "The ocean is a vast and beautiful place." She breathed, Having her hands resting on the balcony's railing. "I'd love to just spend a day down there." She thought, Just staring over the horizon.

As Lorelei stood on her balcony, her mind filled with thoughts of the ocean, a sense of yearning washed over her. The moonlight casts a soft glow on the water's surface, creating an ethereal ambiance. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining herself diving into the depths, exploring the hidden wonders that lay beneath.

The gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air, soothing her restless heart. Lorelei longed to experience the freedom and tranquility that the ocean offered, to swim alongside the vibrant marine life and unravel the secrets of the deep.

As Lorelei continued to gaze out at the ocean, a peaceful serenity washed over her. She reluctantly tore her eyes away from the mesmerizing view, realizing that it was time to prepare for bed. Turning around, she walked back into her room, the soft moonlight casting a gentle glow on her features.

Just as she began to change into her nightgown and robe, there was a knock on her door. She smiled, knowing exactly who it was. "Come in," she called out, and the door opened to reveal Beau and Marc standing there, wearing warm smiles.

"Hey, sis," Beau greeted, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Just wanted to come by and wish you goodnight before we head off to bed ourselves."

Marc nodded, his presence calm and reassuring. "Yeah, we thought we'd make sure you're all set for a good night's rest," he added, his voice filled with brotherly concern.

Lorelei's heart warmed at their thoughtfulness. "Thank you both. I appreciate it," she said, a genuine appreciation shining in her eyes. "I was just admiring the ocean from my balcony. It always leaves me in awe."

Beau chuckled softly, her voice filled with shared admiration. "I know exactly what you mean. The ocean is a captivating and mysterious place. But remember, it can be just as enchanting from up here too."

Marc nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. The surface world has its own wonders, just like beneath the waves. We'll always be here to share those moments with you, Lorelei."

Lorelei smiled gratefully, feeling a sense of comfort in their presence. She finished changing into her nightwear and climbed into her cozy bed. "Goodnight, Beau. Goodnight, Marc," she said, her voice filled with affection.

Beau and Marc returned the sentiment, bidding her goodnight before leaving her room. As Lorelei settled under the soft blankets, the sounds of the ocean still echoing in her mind, she felt a sense of contentment. Surrounded by the love and support of her siblings, she knew that no matter where her adventures took her, she would always find solace and companionship in their shared bond.

Closing her eyes, Lorelei allowed herself to drift off into a peaceful sleep, her dreams carrying her to a world where the surface and the depths intertwined, where her longing for the ocean was met with endless possibilities.

'IN THE DARK ABYSS POV'

In the dark abyss of the underwater realm, Seraphina observed the events unfolding on the surface with a mix of curiosity and malice. Hidden behind the shadows, her piercing eyes glowed with an eerie light as she watched the interactions of the surface dwellers.

The failed attack on Vivia had been just the beginning of her carefully crafted plan. Seraphina's desire for power and control fueled her every move, and she had been biding her time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

As she witnessed the display of affection and love between Vivia and King Osiri, a twisted smile crept across Seraphina's lips. She despised the harmony and unity within the kingdom of Sirelean, and she was determined to disrupt their peace.

With a wave of her hand, Seraphina summoned a group of loyal sea creatures, dark and menacing, to carry out her bidding. They would be her eyes and ears, gathering information and executing her orders with ruthless efficiency.

She knew that by exploiting the vulnerabilities and desires of the surface dwellers, she could sow discord and chaos among them. Lorelei's longing for the ocean, Vivia's curiosity about the human world, and Glacliean's nervousness about his coronation-all of these emotions could be manipulated to serve Seraphina's sinister purpose.

The time had come for her to set her plans into motion. Seraphina's malevolent gaze narrowed as she contemplated her next move, her mind teeming with dark possibilities. She would strike when they least expected it, when their guard was down and their world was consumed by uncertainty.

With a wicked grin, Seraphina vanished into the shadows, her presence leaving a chilling aura in her wake. The fate of the kingdoms both above and below the surface would soon be in her hands, and she relished the thought of the power that awaited her.

The stage was set, and Seraphina was prepared to unleash her reign of darkness upon the unsuspecting world. The battle between light and darkness was about to unfold, and the fate of the ocean and the surface hung in the balance.

"Her love was a siren's song, luring me deeper into her enchanting world, where mermaids and mortals danced in an eternal embrace."

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[vrmvrm44]

yeehaw something im writing

#barkbark #writing #digital writing #ao3 stuff #archive of our own #yeehaw #rambling

[givreencres]

We're story-teller

We have found our voices

We have mastered our style

We have live a thousand life's in our heart, mind or reality

We have dream a thousand destiny in our conscience or inconscience

We can tell feelings whatever we have experienced it or not

We're story - teller

We can imagine all the suffering, the joyce's of others

We have our sensibility as weapon and shield

We have faced so many challenges

We will always find a way to share worlds and words from our mind

We will always find path to the heart of people

We will always create a testify of hope for those who need it

We're story-teller

We're not afraid of darkness

We're explorer of the mankind

We're back from the limbo

We're back from where people are afraid to travel

We're not afraid of suffering

We have experienced so many lives

We're story-teller

We still here whatever we have subit in our lives

We still here born from the night, born from the light

We're here to make you listen a different voice

We're here to help you in your own path

We don't judge others feeling

We're story-teller are...

Writter

Photographer

Painter

or whatever

We're story-teller

We're here to cure our mind

We're here to exorcize our past

We're here to discover the power of today

We're story-teller...

Will have always a tale for you

We're here to create a warmer tomorrow

Written first half of October 2022

MANIFESTO OF STORY TELLER

#Poem #Manifesto #Punk #story telling #poeticstories #french writers #imaginary lyrics #spilled words #Raw poem #Digital writing #imaginary song

[bridgetbeswick]

Finality

'Finality' - my final poem in this weekly series but hopefully not my final poem.

For an audio-visual experience of this poem, see below: Where are the lines that I need right now, stuck in the moments slipping through my fingers. * Like the final chapter in a favourite book, I see if I can read one word at a time, stretch this part for as long as it has taken to get here. * Although this has ended, the end makes way for something new. * The final…

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[nonbinary-arsonists]

I will take that rabbit and give him found family whether he LIKES IT or NOT.

Click for higher quality + alt text :)

#my art #digital art #comic #tadc #tadc fanart #tadc jax #tadc pomni #tadc kinger #tadc ragatha #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #the amazing digital circus #tadc comic #amazing digital circus #pomni #is. is caine in there. technically #ALT TEXT IS SO HARD OMGGGG #i had to write the 4th pages alt text like 4 times bc tumblr kept deleting it

[mebssann]

imagine you're living in the post apocalypse and your adopted dad still makes you do homework

#I just think it's cute that Marcy canonically learned how to read and write from Simon #adventure time #marceline abadeer #simon petrikov #fanart #digital art #my art

[pinkstartist]

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-0LSMPua2BsuZTgm3sztL2tG_rUgg2HVE-Zm8DFKocA/edit?usp=drivesdk

I'd never finished it but enjoy

Clone High Fanfiction that I wore about my OC Roe. Enjoy

#clone high #cartoons #cartoonist #writers on tumblr #digital art #cartoonillustration #artists on tumblr #clone high joan #clone high gandhi #clone high jfk #clone high fanart #clone high reboot #clone high abe #digital illustration #digital painting #digital writing

[shwabdo]

Title: Echoes of Eternity

In the quiet town of Serenity Falls, nestled amidst towering pines and whispered secrets, lived a poet named Aryan. His words flowed like a river, weaving tales of love and passion that stirred the hearts of all who heard them. But beneath the surface of his lyrical verses lay a darkness—an obsession that threatened to consume him whole.

It began innocently enough, with a chance encounter at the town's annual poetry festival. Aryan's eyes met those of Meera, a mysterious beauty whose presence seemed to ignite a spark within him. Their connection was instantaneous, electric—a collision of souls destined to leave a mark on eternity.

But as their love blossomed like a wildflower in the desert, Aryan found himself drawn deeper into the labyrinth of his own subconscious. Visions of Meera haunted his dreams, her voice echoing in the recesses of his mind like a siren's call. He became consumed by a desire to possess her, to capture her essence in his poetry for all eternity.

As Aryan's obsession grew, so too did the darkness within him. He found himself teetering on the edge of sanity, his thoughts consumed by thoughts of Meera and the lengths he would go to keep her by his side. But even as he descended into madness, a glimmer of humanity remained—a flicker of conscience that whispered of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

Meanwhile, Meera reveled in the passion of their love, unaware of the turmoil brewing within Aryan's tortured soul. She danced through life with a carefree abandon, her laughter ringing like bells in the crisp mountain air. But beneath her playful facade lay a secret—a secret that threatened to shatter the fragile illusion of their idyllic romance.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the lines between reality and illusion blurred, until Aryan could no longer distinguish between the two. His poetry became a tapestry of madness, a symphony of obsession and desire that echoed through the halls of his mind like a fevered dream.

But even in the depths of despair, a glimmer of hope remained—a beacon of light amidst the darkness. For in the heart of Serenity Falls, where love and passion intertwine, there exists the possibility of redemption—a chance to break free from the shackles of the subconscious and embrace the beauty of the unknown.

And so, as the sun set on another day in Serenity Falls, Aryan stood at the crossroads of his destiny, his heart torn between love and madness, passion and obsession. But in the end, it was not the darkness that defined him, but the strength to confront it head-on and emerge stronger than before.

For in the depths of the human soul, where poetry and passion collide, there exists a truth—a truth that transcends the boundaries of time and space, binding us together in a dance of eternal longing and desire.

#story #english literature #fiction #writing #thoughts #creative writing #shwabdo #digital art #digital writing

[polyhedric-dimension]

Who are you when you're not performing?

#collage #mixed media #poetry #visual poetry #visual writing #art #digital art #multimedia art #visualpoetry #collageart #quote #quotes

[therealmarxistcamp]

,, and that is why i say write on paper to start : because your data could easily be hacked or deleted ::; ----just as with paper books vs. digital books : there is something more permanent about a physical book ; and special about paper ::::----and it is just easier to;,; do different fonts and sizes and draw pictures , diagrams , art , make editorial notes in margins and more 🙂 ,

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[zencpoeticcomms]

Title: "Unveiling My World of Words: A Journey through Writing and Commissions ✨📝"

Greetings, dear readers! 🌟

🖋️ Allow me to introduce myself – I am [Your Name], a seasoned writer with a passion for crafting stories that transcend the boundaries of imagination. From the tender age of eight, I embarked on a literary odyssey that has shaped my life in profound ways. Today, I am not just a wordsmith; I am your guide through the realms of short and long-form storytelling, fanfiction, academic works, and beyond.

📚 **A Lifetime of Stories: From Childhood Dreams to Commissions**

Writing has been my steadfast companion since the days of my youth. At eight years old, I first dipped my quill into the ink of creativity, and there was no turning back. My journey has been one of growth, exploration, and a ceaseless love for the magic that unfolds when words come together.

🚗 **Turning Disability into Advantage: A Unique Perspective on Commissioned Writing**

Life presented me with a challenge – the inability to drive. Instead of viewing it as a hindrance, I saw it as an opportunity to channel my energy into what truly set my soul on fire – writing. Thus, the art of commissions became my vehicle for self-expression and connection. Through the written word, I found a way to traverse the vast landscapes of creativity and share my stories with the world.

💼 **Over a Year of Commissions: Crafting Your Dreams into Words**

For more than a year, I have had the pleasure of translating your ideas, dreams, and fantasies into tangible narratives. Whether it's the succinct beauty of short stories or the grandeur of epic sagas, my commitment is to deliver a literary experience that resonates with your heart and mind.

🌌 **Versatility in Writing: From Fanfiction to Academic Works and Beyond**

My pen dances across a spectrum of genres – from the whimsical realms of fanfiction, where beloved characters take on new adventures, to the structured elegance of academic works. Whatever your literary desire, I am here to breathe life into your vision.

🌈 **Join Me on this Adventure!**

As you step into the world of my blog, prepare to be immersed in tales that traverse dimensions, evoke emotions, and spark the flames of imagination. Whether you seek commissioned works or simply want to explore the wonders of storytelling, I invite you to join me on this enchanting journey through words.

📝 **Let's Create Magic Together!**

For commissions, inquiries, or to simply share in the joy of storytelling, don't hesitate to reach out. Let the adventure begin! 🌠💖

#writing #commissions #writing community #writing journey #digital writing #writing story magic

[enigmaticnico]

#digital writing

[blackztine]

Title: Homo Stereotypes-Wired for Trouble

Homo stereotypes-wired for trouble, in the short film "The Lunch Date" directed by Adam Davidson (1990) it was a beautiful piece that won an award in Cannes Festival. The second video was an interview with social psychologist Allen Mcconnell and Sia Beilock discussing their study on stereotypes, and the last video was about Allan Alda who explores hidden gender and racial biases.

In the short film "The Lunch Date" it shows a white woman and a black man who share a meal in a grand station after being left by the train. They don't exchange any words while eating a salad meal. The woman discovers her untouched salad on the other table , realizing that she had been sharing a stranger's meal. The film ends with the woman leaving the cafe laughing about her action earlier. The second video shows the result of a study conducted by the social psychologist and the effect of prejudice on a woman who took the mathematics test. The test was being recorded with the comparison of how it affects if they were verbally reminded that women are weak in mathematics compared to women who were not reminded about it. The results showed that women who were reminded got the lowest score compared to those who were not being reminded. The third video is all about a frontier host and all the biases towards women where it showed unconsciously being biased towards gender based issues.

Prejudice was already present in the earlier years and it was being transferred from each generation. Prejudice works in our subconscious, where it will manifest after seeing, feeling, or physically touch a certain person it will come out naturally. Prejudice becomes worse if it is used verbally, it would destroy someone's mental capability. Everyone of us has our own prejudice no matter if you are into feminism or gender equality you will still have biases in your life. Prejudice is a deeply rooted issue that requires concerted efforts to address. The only way to dismantle prejudice is to be educated about it, to empathize, open dialogue, challenge stereotypes, promote diversity, and most of all as Devcom students we stand against any form of discrimination.

#digital writing