#i don't wish for ill intentions on anyone and i apologize if anyone sees this as rude to them

[crypticroyals]

Ok. This might sound controversial but I need to get this out there.

Some people (not a lot and definitely not everyone) are saying it's cultural appropriation to use their or native American folklores for things outside of the native's context.

Alright I guess Greek and Norse and Japanese mythology can't ever be used again anymore guys. Remove all the fiction we have ever made. Library of Alexandria style.

Like, yes, I get the concept of not bastardizing a folk myth in the sense of like, "oh here's a w*ndigo, they're a hero!" when the creature is an embodiment of evil and represents all the negative things racist people ever associated with native Americans. Yeah I get that, but that shouldn't mean someone can't take the story and use it in their own in the right context.

That's what native America groups have done in so many different tribes. There is like 5+ different versions of the myth that are all native culture (all are Algonquian in close region iirc but still they have different things) so why can't I keep the main features that all cultures explain, use it in the same context but the lore is changed slightly to fit the story I'm representing it in?

THAT IS WHAT FOLKLORE IS

Don't get me wrong, if someone took a creature/being from folklore and made it something completely different and than tried to use the name of it, that isn't the same myth anymore and should be given a different name, not the one they tried to say was their new depiction. But that still shouldn't mean I can't use a myth. The main reason Im upset about this is because you have a small amount of people saying it's bad and shouldn't be done even if used accurately even tho pretty much every other culture does.

Norse mythology? Look at Marvel with it's Odin, Thor, Hel and Loki. Greek mythology? That existed years ago and a few modern day pagan Greeks use it outside context and allow others to use it because it's ancient stories full of culture heritage. Same with Roman mythology which is basically Greek mythology but changed for a new context and many use that. Hell we have planets named after them!

I'm not saying "take a myth and make it something no longer that myth but claim it is" because that would be super rude as it ruins what the myth ment and stood for. But things change constantly. No two versions of a myth are exactly the same. Who's to say I can't represent it in my own way? I love learning about cultures and all sorts of myths and tales and cuisines and traditions. But if people can represent Zues or a Kirin and no one bats an eye than why do some people get mad when someone uses a native spirit of greed and winter hm? I know some people of native groups prefer to not speak certain terms as they see it as taboo. The W*nd*go for example. But some do. So why can't I represent cultures in a fantasy setting? Sure the myths aren't real life and consist from cultures all over with different contexts, but if we can't use windigos why can we use fairies and elves and gnomes? Is it because those are white myths? If so that seems very rude. But I'm not sure that's what it is because we have Asian myths and Greek myths in which are used. So I suppose it's because how people back than treated Africa and the Americas. That and how some "modern" takes resemble nothing of the cultures' actually things. Like in Africa Voodoo is now some "heebe jeebies murder witchcraft" and in Algonquian cultures the windigos are now for some reason weird deer minotaurs???? Like, why are they deer now? That's a new thing now, give it a new name please.

Anyways, I do not wish for people to believe this is some angry rant about how people should be allowed to steal and bastardize cultures. Because that isn't true. That's also something wrong people really shouldn't do. But what I guess I mean by all this, is that cultures spread and change over times everywhere and so many connect and change and show heritage and history. We should love each other and other's cultures no matter differences. In the end, we're all human. We shouldn't be fighting someone who wants to make a story about some sorcerers and rogues trying to hunt down a monstrous thing of evil that has been torturing a scared town that represents native cultures. We should be fighting the people who try to make a movie about a myth for the thrill factors that completely change the myth till nothing of the old tale remains and dare to call it the same.

I'm pretty sure this won't get a lot of representation besides hate from the few I spoke about but I felt the need to at least get this off my chest and I apologize if this offends anyone no matter how.

Hopefully one day humanity can get along better than it does. 🤞💕🤝

#also my little pony has windigos in a different context and i have yet to see anyone mad about it #maybe there is some but i haven't found anything #i hope noone sees this as agressive in any way #i just love reading so much about everything and loving the connections and difences of cultures #but im so tired of being terrified to represent anything in anything #i worry about race i worry about culture i worry about accents and disabilities and diseases and so much #all because i see a few people getting so so mad at someone who wanted to share a story about a spirit outside of the big three mythologies #aka norse greek and japan #i know many people get mad at others for anything #but we should be getting along 😔 #i guess im just tired and hopeful #i try to use inspiration from things as a way to let unrepresented people that at least someone cares about who they and their people are #i hate when people try to hate on someone for being different #i hate when people think they're better than anyone else because of who their people are #i hate how i feel like im on stepstones over harsh waters because im worried i will offend someone for trying to show i love who they are #i don't wish for ill intentions on anyone and i apologize if anyone sees this as rude to them #i just hope people understand where im coming from with this and why i felt the need to share #i just want to love others cultures and show that i care #and wish to share fantasies and speculative evolution of their myths and legends in a way to connect with others and the unknown #im sorry if i upset anyone that is not my intentions at all and i apologize for repeating this #im just worried this will come off the wrong way and i end up with hate spam in my inbox #i never get inbox stuff but i hope my first ones aren't hatemail #culture #planet earth #mythology #Love of Humanity and Unity

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

riize + angry/jealous sex??

this got a bit out of hand.. whoopsies! i hope this is what you were looking for!! thank you for the ask 💞

smut warning!! mdni!! also dni if this makes you uncomfortable!! this is just for funsies!!

shotaro:

firstly, you're going to have to do a whole lot to get him jealous. he's basically the least jealous man to ever exist, mostly because his mind is too innocent (not really) to think anyone has ill intentions. once he gets to that point tho, there's no going back. you are not going anywhere until you know who you belong to. when he gets angry like that, he does not care about his own pleasure one bit, but rather challenges himself to make you cum as hard and as much as humanly possible. he knows he's succeeded when you can't form words anymore. a little advice: don't try it if you don't want to pass out from cumming too hard.

eunseok:

he's so laid back and chill, it's crazy to think he could ever get angry like that. well, good thing jealousy is the one thing that gets his energy through the roof. you are going to be like "who are you and what did you do to eunseok" unironically. even the tiniest bit sets him off and he will drag you to the nearest fitting location to remind you that he should be the only man you talk to. he'll go rough, and when i say rough, i mean the whole package of hair pulling, choking, spitting on every part of your body to show you that if you want to behave like a slut, you're going to get treated like one. and no, he's not going to apologize after.

sungchan:

finds it funny more than anything else once he realizes what you're trying to do. i mean, he would be jealous if he didn't know just how head over heels you are for him, so he just watches in amusement and sees where things go. at one point he's going to be like "yep! we're drawing the line right here" and then drags you away. he knows you just do it to get him to be really rough with you, and he's going to make you admit and apologize for it. he gets what you like about it, but he'd prefer you just ask, so his punishment is edging you for hours until you learn not to do it again.

wonbin:

oh, he doesn't like this at all, and yes, his ego is a little hurt (but no one will ever know). he is going to make you pay by shoving his dick down your throat once you get home. this will probably be the first (but probably not the last) time he degrades you, calling you his little slut, only his! he's not going to stop until you have tears ruining your makeup and he's finished over your face. it's then when post nut clarity hits and he feels a bit bad, but he will make up for it with amazing (intimate) sex that will send you to heaven and back. during cuddling afterwards, he is going to suck a few very visible hickies to prevent this from happening again.

seunghan:

against popular belief (?), he does not like this!!! it makes him feel bad, and it robs him of his power. instead of going all primal on you, he will probably be actually hurt. jealous sex will therefore be a very loving act of intimacy to remind you that you're in love!! with him!! hello?? hence, angry sex isn't really a thing he does. he likes to be collected during sex and have his emotions under control, like a good dom! of course, if it is your wish, he can absolutely include it in a form of roleplaying.

sohee:

for some reason, jealousy sends his ego through the roof, especially when it's obvious that you do it on purpose. he is SO cocky about it. this is probably the time to introduce non-sub sohee, because here he is, feeling like the hottest guy ever, and he is going to show you exactly that, if that's what you're asking for! he would probably overthink it if he wasn't feeling so manly and masculine right now, but, well, let's just say that tonight he is on top, and he's going to make you cum in your pants for a change! he also feels like this is the perfect opportunity to fuck your face.

anton:

well, let's be real here. anton probably wouldn't even notice what's going on. but when he does – please just don't do this to him. he is too soft for this! he is going to be SO jealous, but not in a funny ha ha kind of way, but in a 'now you have to fix him' kind of way. so, basically, jealous sex with anton is you having to show him that you actually care about him and not that random guy you talked to at the club. and by that i mean: submissive pillow princess anton! please just make him feel really, really good and take care of him, and maybe let him in on how this was all just a plan to get him to be rough with you. he will understand and he will make it happen.... once he knows he's not actually going to lose you.

#riize smut #wonbin smut #seunghan smut #sungchan smut #anton smut #shotaro smut #eunseok smut #sohee smut #riize sohee #riize eunseok #riize shotaro #riize anton #riize sungchan #riize seunghan #riize wonbin #kpop #smut #kpop smut #ask response

[calirph]

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐄, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐄, 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

All quotes here have been taken from different sources of media, literature, television, movies and more regarding medieval or period drama quotes in the context of those stories, some might work on more modern setting but these were made with the intention of medieval and fantasy settings. Change names, pronouns and locations as you see fit.

I just wish he'd have the decency to say whatever he came to say in front of his wife.

His wife should track him like a bloodhound.

Let him who knows who he is be no other but himself.

Seduction, as you know by now, for women starts with the ears and for men starts with the eyes.

She is my friend, and there is nothing you can say or do that can stop me from helping her.

You seem a might bit distracted this evening. Is something the matter?

History belongs to those who write it.

But I have never lost faith... even if the world turned upside down I could still find you.

Some mistakes are bound to be repeated.

Do you plan on marrying Charles?

This is a time of change. This is a time of enormous power.

Do you understand the meaning of the soil beneath your feet?

The other Clans will soon arrive. The greatest times of our family are before us. And so are the darkest.

Tonight must be our secret. Swear it.

You pander to her. You spoil her. You make such a fuss over her when she tantrums. This is what happens when you raise a child like that.

I´ve always wanted him to love me the way I loved him. 

We were arrogant and naive, thinking we knew what we felt then was love. 

A man´s desire is a powerful thing. It can reduce a strong man to nothing. When he sees a woman who fascinates him, he will give up everything for her.

 You are like a golden rose, a rare bloom but no less lovely.

So, you see, you're not the only ones who have lost someone. War doesn't discriminate, Petra. 

What you think is indecent, I do to my wife every morning before breakfast. There is no such thing as indecent between a husband and a wife. The only thing indecent is a cold marriage bed. 

The earl and I...We were... not intimate.

He fought in the war. He might fall apart, fly off the handle, go off the rails.

Mr. Russell, don’t you think I’m too young for you?

To be humiliated so publicly. I don't know. I never wished him ill.

He wasn’t quite what you’d hoped for, was he, Mother dear?

It is easier to start a war than to end it.

All I am guilty of is surviving, and for that, I will not apologize.

There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles.

How many times can a heart be shattered and still be pieced back together? 

She succeeds because she is loved and respected. 

I have waited to see you again when none believed that you should ever return; I would have waited for ever.

Your lips are calling for me.

This is your home now. You're one of us, and we take care of our own.

You have a spine of steel and fire in your eyes, Rosalie. 

I've never met anyone as kind as you are.

A little taste before the wedding, Jayden?

God’s given you to me, and as soon as He allows, I’ll claim you as my own.

I brought you something. It gets cold in Nashville in the wintertime.

It seems you want me at your mercy, Princess. The question is why?

I am a slave in your palace.

To speak my truth, even if my voice shakes.

What would you say if I asked to kiss you?

Will you allow me to kiss you?

Do I have a choice? Doesn’t it happen with or without our consent? Falling in love, that is.

I have the power, and you will obey me.

You’re a lady. It’s written all over you.

It is amazing what a woman can do if only she ignores what men tell her she can't.

I am not a besotted fool. If you think to jilt me, think again.

It's all my fault. He was trying to save me.

All things in Fiji are paid for in blood.

I have not forgotten that I am a Norman, nor the responsibilities that I bear.

I swear I will be a lady worthy of our family name, worthy of England, and worthy of my conscience.

Being set apart is lonely, until you find purpose.

My faith has promised me to me to my king.

I want your reputation... I want everything you have.

Remember when I told you I would marry none but a warrior, Collector?

I want you to be the father of my child, yes, more than any other man in the world. 

I am the flesh of your flesh, and you are the heart of my heart.

My father fought against the infidels during the last crusade. It cost him his life. 

Grace saves us, but is not grace beautiful? I think it must be full womanly, even, to draw men in, and to give us a second birth.

Marriage is less about love and more about who is right.

A woman's life is never a fairy tale ... neither is war.

You're not made of kings, boy, but of common clay.

I'm Uther's daughter and sole heir: Morgan Pendragon.

Who better than you, King Lot, my father's strongest opponent.

If we forge a union, we'd have the strength to unite the realm. As King and Queen.

Ambition for its own sake is worthless.

Uther's daughter, Arthur's sister. You can't be defined by others. People need to know you for yourself.

The past doesn't matter. Define yourself in the present, and you might rule in the future.

We are going to build a land full of hope and honor where fear is extinguished, to which people will flock from far and wide, seeking out our beacon of light.

With a little luck, in time, you might fall in love with him. And if you don't, before you know it,he'll give you children, and then you'll love them.

Well, the most enticing aspect for any man is the forbidden. But you'll just have to forego the looks from men other than your husband.

What exactly do you think I'm capable of?

To forget myself. To lose the world for a moment.

One rumour of my death, and you proclaim a new leader! A king could get offended.

If she takes the crown, I'll tell you what you get. Fear!

You have no rights in this kingdom anymore.

#meme #roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. ) #rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #◟ ⋆ memes › roleplay sources. #medieval meme #historical fiction meme #fantasy meme #medieval fantasy meme

[kittykov]

Hello, I'm addressing the situation here as I did on Twitter but going a little more in depth since I have more space :)

My intent was not to hurt anyone while making this au, I should've done more research on the procedure itself and honestly I shouldn't have made the au at all! I regret doing it and now I am learning from my actions which I am ok with I think that I deserve the backlash for what I did, although I wish people wouldn't DOXX me I guess it cannot be helped.

As for the reference I used for the one art, at the time I was a little intoxicated (not saying this excuses what I did) , I didn't exactly see anything wrong with doing that since the picture was already on the internet for everyone to see but! I know now not to do that it is very disrespectful to the people who actually suffered through the procedure and I shouldve thought before acting. I didn't have any intent on mocking or making fun of the people who were hurt :(

"Romanticing Lobotomies" : THIS was NOT what I was trying to do. There is nothing okay about what I made Betty do to Simon. There is nothing "HOT" about it. It is supposed to be disgusting, the way she treated him is supposed to turn your stomach. Like someone said previously they mentioned "Killing Stalking" which was a horror book that I was VERY obsessed with a while ago and it made me want to make something of my own. Due to my hyperfixation of Fionna and Cake I decided to make it an au... In that book there are dark themes having to do with codependent relationships and there is murder and SO much more. I wanted to make something that was just as bad as that since there is NOTHING (at least I cant find anything) like Killing Stalking. Just because there are toxic relationships in the horror genre does not mean you're romanticing whatever is going on, was the creator of KS romanticing abuse and murder?? No. I KNOW the au could have been depicted better, there couldve been better words to use on the art but once again I cannot take back the things I did once they're already done.

Please think about other people first before doing things (I know this is kind of hypocritical :( but I should've done this too) I know I've hurt all of you with my art but this is hurting me too very badly and two wrongs in a situation like this doesn't make a right. I wish that some of you could be more reasonable and realize that im a human too, but I understand you want me to learn from my actions. Although SOME of you are actually wishing literal death upon me which is NOT good for my brain which leaves me to my last statement.

I am leaving the internet for a while. I am discarding the au completely, I don't want anyone to make any fanart and I don't want it to be mentioned to me again. I apologize to everyone I've hurt and I hope you can all understand.. I'm not very good at apologies but I tried super hard on this one, I just don't want anyone to see me as an awful person although that's something I can't control :(

Goodbye! Thank you to everyone who supported me and was kind to me! I love you guys, Ill be back sometime.

[thegrievingcandle]

What are you grieving?

I grieve for my younger self who wasn't given the help, tools, or support I needed. I grieve the loss of those who were once close. I grieve what could have been in those relationships. Therapy has been doing great for me. I've realized new things about how I grew up and the scope of what I was really lacking in a relationship with my parents- emotional consistency, actively being there to generalize. I've learned I have a tendency to shoulder more blame on my shoulders than I should, that lengthy explanations about myself are actually trauma responses. I also tend to gaslight myself into excusing other's behavior due to their own traumas and experiences. I grieve that I didn't get this help sooner. So much more of my life could have been made better had I the tools to more effectively learn of myself and others. We're on the path to healing though, even in such a short time I've learned so much I'm already putting into practice. I don't usually give myself a pat on the back, but I've learned I should do that more often. I'm proud of myself. Apologies if this is too much, but I'd like to vent now. I just have this ever-changing of emotions, from deep sadness to visceral anger because I know things could have been better, but they're not. The door is still there, it's closed, but it's not locked for everyone. I don't hate them, I'm mad and hurt and disappointed, but at the end of the day it's because I cared, because they were my friends. Honestly, the fact that the door is even there still baffles me a bit. I miss them everyday. I see bats, or frogs, or gudetama, or cool outfits and builds. I'll see reminders everywhere. It still hurts, but all that matters in the end was the love that was there. I've given myself more opportunities to feel my emotions, and I've probably cried more within the past few months than I have the past decade or so. I feel there's no trust there, and hasn't been for a few years. I was called friend, yet not trusted to be talked to about important things. I imagine this entire experience has been validating to our worst fears. I finally chose against that fear, and got myself out of that response to isolate. I'm tired of letting those fears and traumas control me, I choose to be better. I take responsibility for my actions, for my failures, and I shoulder what I am accountable to- no excuses, no justifications. I just....at the end of the day, I was afraid of being alone. I rarely ever asked for that reassurance, but I needed it. I was told "we aren't going anywhere" and I wish I had believed that then. But even though we are no longer on speaking terms, I believe them now. What kind of friend would I be to not believe the genuine reassurance my friend was providing me? My intentions were not ill, but I still hurt people and for that I'm sorry. Intentions alone do not make things okay, I just wish I could have been told sooner. Maybe things would be different, maybe they wouldn't. I wish I could go back with what I have now. Had I actually been in the conversation with everyone, I know a lot of needless misunderstandings could have been avoided. A lot of needless pain would not be there, no words left unsaid. I hope they know the scope as to how much they messed up, just as I know I messed up. Despite the venom in their words, the assumptions made of me with nothing but malice, despite being cast aside and forced into isolation exactly where I was four years ago, despite the checklist of every time I wronged them, despite the ultimatum of shut up or no second chances, despite never being asked why- I'm still willing to talk to them, and I forgive them for their many mistakes in this. I deserved better, I am worth the effort. But that effort needs to be made together. I hope they never treat anyone like this again, and if they do, I hope that person is not all the things they say I am. I wish them nothing but happiness- they deserve much love, safety, and a good night's rest.

#asks #I'm not sure who this is #but I sincerely hope you're doing well

[713-4th-ward-g]

Hi! I just want to say.. I don't know if you believe in God or not (and my intention here is not to offend you). But God loves you. And I love you, too. And I’m praying for good things and better days to come rushing to you. I hope you're able to walk away from this "friend" because he sounds like a horrible influence. I hope you're able to find a better, uplifting support system to lean on. I hope you know you have nothing to prove to anyone. Please take care of yourself. God bless you, love!

It's no offense and i understand that it could be offensive in the times we are in. And I'm sure it annoys you to find out i ended up forgiving him for the sake of not ruining the friendship my other friends had with them. It all got so toxic and i just couldn't have my friends feel like they had to pick a friend or a side that's never what i want. I had to "forgive" them for it but honestly it's been on my mind since it happened so long ago. It pisses me off when they call me trying to talk about their issues like i wasn't the one going through a bad depression wave and could have possibly done something to myself all because they triggered me to my limit. I'm glad i didn't though cause i wouldn't want my mother or family sad because of a devastating decision I'd make. I failed one before and knowing that i failed once really made me feel worse than ever and i haven't gotten over it and it's been years since it happened. But I'm still here and fighting for my peace of mind. But honestly you are right i shouldn't have ever kept them as friends. I wish I had more friends growing up cause not having them makes me feel like I'll never find any new friends if i lose the close ones i have now. The ones who told me that have since lost all my respect and ill just have to accept the non apology and keep it pushing. I don't want to bring other friends into it cause if i did decide to not speak to them it would just leak onto my friends since we all are so close. It sucks cause ever since that night i could never see them in the same light.

#anon #thanks #not sure if you sent this when it first happened or when i was speaking of it a few days ago #but thanks for the kind words i truly appreciate it and thank you so much for caring for a stranger like me #its warms my heart to know that even though we may not have met in real life i can feel a strong connection and appreciate it #thanks so much again i am so grateful for you whoever you are #pls don't feel its necessary to tell me who you are just know i appreciate the connection we have #i truly hope life treats you 100x better than it treats me i don't deserve such kind things or such kind words but i truly appreciate it #when im told such nice things im never get told nice things so when i get told nice compliments or nice comforting even if im bad with it #i can at least know that somewhere out there i was in someone's prayers and that type of love and care is so beyond amazing #no words can truly put in to words how grateful and happy it makes me. even if it was for a temporary time it made me smile #and forget of wll the grief I've been going through thanks so much for caring i hope some one gives you a random hug for me

[bowdawn]

Hey! Can you do a one shot where Elain wants to leave with Lucien but Nesta and Azriel are like hell no and then Elain loses her shit please?

😏

After the mess that had been her Winder Solstice, Elain had decided to stop whatever she had been doing and try to at least talk to him.

She of course couldn't trust herself to speak or have any conversation with Lucien, since her senses and instincts were too strong around him. All she wanted was to smell him, touch him, taste him. Every cursed time he would come.

Naturally, Elain would do none of those things. Instead she would try to stay as far from the male as she could.

Until the Solstice of course. He went there, gave her the most precious gift she ever received - not even Graysen had given her such a thing - and he left. All because Elain got scarred that this male knew her better than anyone else without even knowing her.

And Elain wanted to feel safe.

Azriel did make her feel safe. At the time at least. Then she met Nesta's friend, Gwyn at her sister mating ceremony. Gwyn, as lovely a female could be, was wearing the necklace Azriel had given her.

To be fair she had given him back. He had called her a mistake, then she had heard him talking so... so... crudely of her with Rhysand that Elain was glad to not have shared a kiss.

Still she had never imagined he could just give the present to another female. Especially one that was as sweet as Gwyn. And especially because Gwyn had told others that someone had given her the beautiful necklace. Gwyn had glowed as she spoke.

To say Elain had been discontent at Nesta and Cassian mating ceremony was a lie. She did enjoyed seeing her sister finding happiness. But Elain also wondered about her own... mate.

Yet she couldn't, and wouldn't have a conversation with him. Instead Elain decided she would write - well thought and without feeling everything at once.

🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷

Lucien,

I'm writing you this letter because I don't know how to act when you come to Velaris - regardless if it's to see me or not. Although I know you intent no ill to me, I cannot behave as I would normally do. The mating bond it's too much for me to deal, and I do not speak of the terms of accepting. It blinds me when it comes to you. The impulses are strong and painful, and I do not wish to be with anyone just because of magic compels me to.

I'm writing you to confess that do not wish for a mate, nor a male. However it does intrigues me how two of my sister are mated and happy. It also intrigues me - and frightens me - knowing that someone else can know me as I know myself. The pearls earrings you gave me, I loved them. Enough for my guts tell me to be far away of you, and the danger that could lead.

Yet I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of acting like others do. I wish for a friend, one that will actually care for me. And I fear I will never find such a person.

I rambled, this was not what I wanted to say... I wanted to thank you, belated, for the gift. I wanted to offer something as nice for you, but I fear that I do not know you very well.

And I wish to know. As I said, it is hard to control myself around you, and I don't wish to act upon impulses. If you don't mind, would you become my penfriend? No promises and pressures of the mating bond attached?

I wish to know you. And I wish we can be friends. A resolution must come with the bond, but I won't dare take a decision we both my regret.

Elain.

🌷🌷🌷

Lady Elain,

Of course I agree to become your penfriend. I apologize for the overwhelming feelings the mating bond causes - I fear I share them. And if letters are an easy way for us to guide through it all, I'm glad to do so.

I'm also glad you liked the pearl earrings. If I may be bold, I recall your father telling me once pearls were your favorite, and I had noticed you had a hairclip that those pearls could match. I assure you, I don't know you as well as you might think, but I do observe things other might not - my glamoured eye help, I confess.

You may not need to worry about giving me presents. In the possibilities of sounding creepy: receiving your letter had been enough treasure.

Since we're penfriends from now on, and since Feyre does not takes me serious when I speak of the humans I live with - and now have to confess indeed become my friends - I must vent and you must bear this reading: if Vassa and Jurian don't stop bantering I will have to burn them both alive. Maybe my flames will sparkle their flames and they will consume what they wish of one another.

Although I think once they do I will miss their bantering over the banging I'm sure it is to come.

Tell me Elain, can we think of a bargaining chip for us to use with Almighty High Lord Rhysand Darling to free us of such a burden? For I'm sure you have something similar living with them by the River House.

Awaiting for information,

Lucien.

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After several months writing back and forward, Elain had grown to adore when Lucien's letters would arrive. They built a tentative bridge between them that lead into friendship and maybe more.

Elain knew it wasn't the mating bond that made her heart skip several beats when Lucien's name was mentioned. She knew it was not the mating bond when Elain saw something that reminded her of him. Elain knew it couldn't be the mating bond when she grew annoyed at their rule to not see each other when he indeed had to go to Velaris.

She wouldn't dare say she was in love with him. Only that she might be falling. And she was tired of imagining his voice in her head. Elain trusted that both could keep their bond in check and still share moments.

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Dear lady Elain,

I will keep this short as I have a pressing royal matters - Vassa, as you might guess.

The human queen is tired of hearing stories of you. She wishes for you to come and met you, for she is sure you both would be friends.

Jurian as well wishes you to come. But I warn you: his intentions are less noble, and more with the intention of teasing you endless. Again I'm sorry I shared that story with them.

So, will you come?

Yours,

Lucien.

P.S. I also wish to see you, if you're wondering.

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My lordling,

Of course I will go. Will you winnow me? Friday afternoon?

I promise I will put Jurian in his place, and befriend Vassa to the point you will be jealous. Ask Vassa if she wishes for me to stay over the weekend - you may say to her that I'm deadly tired of Velaris (which you know to be truth).

Yours,

Elain.

P.S. I do too wish to see you, maybe we can walk to the meadow at Crossing Road? Just the two of us?

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Friday have come painfully slow. Elain had everything packed already, all she needed was for Lucien to go pick her up.

She was bouncing at lunch, Nyx on her lap for distraction, when Nesta had enough of her. "You're going to make him throw up." Her stern sister picked their nephew, cooing at him, all the while Nyx smiled non-stop.

"It's her nerves." Feyre smirked at Elain and she almost threw the carrot on her plate at her head. Rhys snickered.

"Why?" Nesta asked, looking at Cassian as if he had hidden something from her. Her brother-in-law kept eating if nothing was amiss. "Tell me." Nesta looked at Elain demanding the truth.

"Lucien is coming." It was all she offered.

"Oh." Nesta's harsh expression soften. Elain had no idea what Cassian had done to her, but Nesta went from hating Lucien to adore him. She had been quite delighted when Elain confessed she had been exchanging letter with him. Maybe it was Nesta coming to terms with her own mating bond.

"Tell her the whole truth Elain." Feyre picked Nyx from Nesta, and he laughed at being back to his mama.

Nesta shot her a confused glance and waiting. "I will be spending time with him. Not just him." Elain quickly emended. "Vassa and Jurian. To get to know them."

"The Band of Exiles." Feyre snickered at her own joke. If Elain's nerves weren't a mess already, she would have retaliate at her younger sister.

"At the human lands?" Nesta asked, in horror. "For how long?"

Elain frowned her brows. "The weekend." A sudden darkness fell around the room and quickly Elain glanced at Rhys. He was not looking at her, but at Azriel.

"Elain, you can't! The humans hate fae! Lucien barely did any progress, you know how they are." Nesta clapped their hands together, but Elain couldn't stop staring at Azriel. It was his shadows turning the room dark.

"If you wish to spend time with Lucien-" He spoke as if his name was poison. "then make him come to Velaris. Nesta is right the human lands are not safe."

"Azriel." Rhysand's words were a command. The shadows only expanded. "Feyre, take Nyx upstairs." Elain saw her sister go, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Think of Graysen. His father has an army, they can hurt you." Nesta ignored the two males imposing dominance. Between the shadows Cassian appeared next to Nesta and Elain, his broad hand on Nesta's shoulders, ready to protect her if needed.

"Nesta don't be dense. I'll be fine. Lucien will be there."

"I know, I know, but what if they get him?"

"I don't understand why the sudden worry, Lucien has been living in the human lands for years now. Nothing bad ever happened."

"Lucien is fae. And yes, you're fae too Elain, but you were human. And you lived there before. Please-"

"Nesta, I will be fine. Again Lucien will be there, he would never let anything bad happened to me."

"Elain is right sweetheart." Cassian spoke and Nesta glanced between them, nodding in the end.

Azriel's laugh shook them. "Lucien is weak. Elain, you will not go, it's dangerous."

Something inside Elain twisted. "I didn't recall asking for your opinion nor permission Azriel. And Lucien is powerful enough."

"Please, he barely has any depth within his power. If you want to see him, tell he must come here. Where we can watch that traitor fox."

Elain felt Nesta stiffen beside her, Cassian too. "We don't need chaperones Azriel. Lucien is my mate, before you forget."

"And he can't be trusted. You're too naïve Elain."

"I wil go with her then." Nesta spoke, but something in her voice was wrong. "He is right Elain, Lucien may not be the strongest to hold the humans off."

Elain rolled her eyes. "Lucien is fine. Stop fussing. I will be fine. Azriel cut it out with your shadows, enough."

His shadows wiped around the place. "You wil not going. And it's final."

"You don't have the authority to decide that Azriel." Rhys defended her and Azriel scoffed.

"You're sending her to danger. You know he isn't worthy of her."

Elain stood up. "And you mean you are? Least I checked you were lurking around Gwyn these days." His shadows froze in place. "Should I reveal to her that the necklace she got at Solstice came from you?"

"What?" Nesta asked confused.

"And that the same necklace was a present for me first, after I realized I couldn't accept it and returned to you?" Azriel's face bleached of colors and all of his shadows vanished.

"WHAT?" Nesta jumped from her chair, glaring at Azriel as if her eyes were daggers.

"Elain-" His voice was so small, she almost felt pity.

She sent a shout down her rib and waited.

"I'm going to the human lands because I want to. My mate is there and you can do nothing about it. You're no one to deny me anything and if you don't act properly I will let Gwyn know just exactly the type of male you are."

"No need." Nesta said, and Elain knew that her sister would be telling Gwyn the truth. Elain hoped the female would both be fine and kick Azriel's ass for being stupid.

"You called?" Lucien's cheerful voice made everyone turn to him. In a split second Elain went from furious to the happiest female alive.

"Yes! Do you mind taking me early?" Elain crossed the room and without thinking, as if they have done this several times before, linked their arms and kissed him on the cheek.

Lucien looked smug through his blush and he said. "Not at all."

Nesta smiled at them even if she still had a scowl, Cassian at her heels. "I will help you get your things."

As the sisters made their way upstairs, Elain heard Lucien ask. "Should I be worried?"

"Nah. I think we will be having another mating ceremony soon." Cassian said in a laugh, clapping Lucien's shoulders loudly.

Elain didn't have to be a seer to know that it both excited and frightened Lucien.

#elucien #my writing #listen: brotp nesta and lucien and i will die on that hill #again poor aaron #elain x lucien #lucien x elain #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #send me prompts! #also i love that elain loses her shit like a proper lady #ngl thats me #im petty but i wont yell at you

[webofstories]

Never Hurt You - T.H *TW and Fluff*

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Summary: Y/N was in an abusive relationship before meeting Tom but never told him. When they get in a fight, Tom realizes that Y/N gets scared of him, and she has to tell him about her past.

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Warnings: abuse, mentions of abuse, arguments, angst, scars, angry!Tom

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They forgot how they got to this point. In the midst of the yelling and slamming of doors, they wouldn't be able to tell you what even started the argument.

Tom was convinced he did nothing wrong, and she was trying to explain her feelings. Neither of those things went together.

Tom started doubting whether anything he was saying was actually right or not... but something inside his thick skull just couldn't seem to be bothered to listen to a word she was saying.

"Tom, please!" Y/N yelled, exhausted from the fighting, "Can we just stop? I don't want to fight!"

Her stomach had been tied in knots, feeling like she was about to throw up. Tom was so angry, so frustrated... she didn't want the worst to happen.

"No, Y/N!" He yelled, making you flinch. You were scared, that instinct knowing that Tom wouldn't hurt you was out the door.

"You're being so fucking difficult and unfair about this. Why can't you just see that?!" He yelled once more.

You felt hot tears brimming in your eyes, refusing to allow your lip to quiver. You were scared for him to come closer, scared everytime he moved. Tom was so blinded with anger to notice that you flinched everytime he moved or raised a hand.

Your past relationship was so present in your mind that shooing the thoughts and trauma from it away wasn't possible. Your ex lover hurt you... badly.

Emotionally and physically, everything about this stupid argument with Tom was bringing you back to those times, making you want to cower in the corner.

"I-I'm sorry," your yells had been dying down to mutters, done with the arguing, "I'm just going to go to bed..."

You didn't want to tell Tom about your previous relationship. It was trauma you haven't battled yet, let alone tell another living soul about it. The only people that knew were you, your ex, and the nurse that always helped you when he was done cracking your ribs and . The thought was terrifying.

"No, don't you walk away from me!" He says through gritted teeth, grabbing your arm as you turned your back to him.

You feet couldn't turn around quick enough before he grabbed your arm, not missing a beat as he pulled you into his chest. He rage in his eyes- it was terrifying.

"Don't turn your back on me!" he yells in your face, making you want to do nothing more than disappear.

He back handed you hard enough to fall to the floor, making the side of your face throb. Your heart was racing, you couldn't be anymore aware of his every little movement.

"Please!" You screamed pleadingly, holding your hands out infront of you as if it would stop him, "P-Please, I'm sorry!"

He rolled his eyes, acting like he was going to walk away and just leave you there. Relief washed over you for a second, but quickly crashed down as his boot collided with your stomach, kicking your back into the coffee table.

"You're pathetic."

You screamed and dropped your entire body to the floor, your hands infront of yourself as you hid your face away from Tom's view. Your flashback made your skin crawl and it all felt too real. You're tears were pouring down your face- this wasn't happening.

"I'm sorry!" You quickly yelled, not even knowing what you were apologizing for, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't..."

Your voice trailed off as you broke down into tears on the floor. Tom stood there infront of you, absolutely stunned.

His heart was beating out of control out of the hour long argument and concern for you in this moment. As he looked over your body, it just screamed defense. Like someone was about to beat the crap out of you.

The sound of her tears made his heart stop. He couldn't take it- how did he miss all the signs? He didn't realize he noticed her flinching, her eyes tearing up, and her feet shuffling her further and further away from him as he yelled.

Those were all signs and he ignored them because he was angry? He hated himself.

He didn't know what to do, let alone how to fix this. He was so in shock that it took him a minute to clap back.

Eyes on you, he crouched down to your level, sticking his legs out infront of him as he sat on the floor next to you. You were backed up against the couch, and the sight made his heart hurt incredibly.

"Love?"

His voice was soft now, tender and sweet. You noticed, but felt so embarrassed. Your arms were wrapped around you now, scared to look up from your knees. He sounded like he put 2 and 2 together. You were scared.

"I'm sorry..." you whisper, your voice hoarse.

"You're not the one who should be apologizing." He whispers back, just wishing to see your pretty eyes, yet, he hated when they were filled with tears.

Tom had seen the scars on your body before. He never questioned them, but seeing as you never talked about your ex and you always flinched at a simple touch or movement of a hand, he always had a suspension that your ex hurt you. He didn't know just how badly.

"Those scars on your back..." Tom whispers, wishing he could hold you, "Did he do that?"

Your eyes met his at his word, his heart aching as he took in their red, puffy state. Your cheeks were tear stained and you were breathing heavily, your throat feeling dry. Tom hated himself for triggering this reaction out of you. He hated seeing you cry.

You nodded your head, answering his question without words. It was so hard to talk about. He deserved to know, but you didn't know what to say.

"But... why?" Tom didn't want to pester but he needed answers. He knew there was no excuse for hurting someone. "Who would want to hurt you?"

You felt like your throat was closing up on you. The saddest part was that he never had a reason for hurting you. It was all... natural to him.

"He never needed a reason," your voice croaked, shuffling your feet, "Not drugs, not alcohol, not a mental illness... it was just me."

"That's ridiculous, darling, don't tell yourself that," Tom said sternly, placing a soft hand on your knee, "There's no excuse for what he did. It was nothing that you did, it was his choice."

"But he always got so angry with me-"

"Y/N, listen to me." Tom scoots closer to you, placing you in his lap. It startled you, but he wraps his strong arms around you and you suddenly felt safe.

"Any guy that puts a hand on a woman or anyone else is a waste of creation. He deserves hell for what he's done to you, and there's no reason for him to even hurt a hair on your head." Tom speaks strongly, making you look him in the eye as his thumb caressed your arm.

"You get on everything single one of my nerves and I've never once thought about even flicking you, love. I'd never hurt you, never in a lifetime or more... it just makes me love you more. You mean too much to me to even think about it." he whispers shakily.

Tom had tears in his eyes, your sensitive boy. You smiled at him, tears on your lips as you wiped them away. You cupped Tom's face in your hands and brushed your small thumbs under his eyes gently, caressing the tears off his face. He smiled, leaning into your touch as he closed his eyes. He'd never hurt you.

"I believe you." You whisper, resting your forehead against his.

His hand rubbed your lower back gently, cupping your cheek oh-so-tenderly as he placed the lightest of kisses on your lips.

"I'm sorry for arguing with you and triggering that, pretty girl... I've been frustrated with work and shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm sorry." Tom admits, guilt pinging his heart.

"It's okay," you chuckle a bit, kissing his forehead gently, "It takes two for an argument, so I'm sorry too."

Neither of you said anything else as Tom picked you up and carried you to the bed you shared. With whole hearted intentions, he removed all your clothes, which were tear stained. Lightly touching the scars on your back and stomach, he layed you down and peppered kisses on all of them.

He removed his clothes and slid into bed next to you, doing nothing but holding you close. Nothing else needed to be said, for everything happened that was supposed to happen.

Tom was happy that he knew about your past despite the pent up rage he had inside him for your ex. He'll learn to let it go.

With drooping eyes, you fell asleep with parted lips, facing Tom. He couldn't help but stare at what he had infront of him, letting out a sigh of content as he pulled you closer to his body.

He whispered one last thing before slipping into a peaceful sleep.

"I'd never hurt you..."

He never wanted to lose this.

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#marvel #the avengers #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #peterparker #tomholland #tom holland smut #peter parker smut #angst #fluff #imagine #smut #tom holland fanfiction

[hcrringtonshair]

Make You Forget

Modern!Ivar x reader

Word count: 1219

Summary: You have waited half of the day in the hospital after Ivar had a accident and tells you then why he is so reckless. 

Warnings: a little bit angst but a cute (and nasty) Ivar 😊😏

a/n: I was thinking about if Ivar still break a bone that often when he is an adult.. well in my imagine he did this time. I don’t want him to be hurt, but well.. it happens

I would appreciate it if you tell me what you think!

Gif credits goes to @kiwimidnight 

“Go home y/n. You’ve been here the whole day.”

Your body flinched by the voice that ended the silence. 

Half asleep you sit up looking at Hvitserk who stands in front of you, two cups in his hands. You could smell coffee and your brain started to work again. 

“Thank you.” Mumbling you took the cup and watched him sitting down beside you.

“I won’t go home until I can see him.”

Earlier this day you had to call an ambulance.

Ivar was awake when the sun already stood high, he walked through the apartment you shared when you were still asleep. He woke you up with a loud scream, fear was the first you felt when you ran to him.

It catches both of you in surprise, it was a long time without a broken bone. 

He was careful or at least trying to live like he was normal, because he knew the pain and above all that how it frightens you. Ivar knew you for three years, a long time that you were his girlfriend, you saw him in every situation and mood. 

But every time when his feelings overcame him, and he was angry, because of his illness, it mixed with fear. 

The fear of losing you.

He didn’t have full control over his feelings, without a proper reason he would yell or ignore anyone. Sometimes he didn’t come home, spend a few days alone in different places, so he wouldn’t bother you. 

His frustration grows each time he was mean to you, many nights he asked himself why you stayed. You fall asleep earlier than him, every evening he is alone with his thoughts while watching you sleeping besides him.

From time to time he admires you more, for loving him and staying with him. You knew that he never meant to express his bad feelings at you, and when he does it you stay calm. 

The thought of him being in pain, alone in the operating room somewhere in the hospital drives you crazy.

His face when you held his hand in the ambulance on the way to the hospital was burned in your brain.

“But we don’t know how long it will take until they finish the operation. You can’t do anything.”

“But it can’t take long, we’re here since 5 hours now.”

With clenched teeth you suppress the up building anger.

“Yeah and it’s getting dark outside. C’mon y/n I’ll drive you home.”

Hvitserk looked tired, affirming it with a loud yawn which made you even angrier.

“I said no Hvitserk. Go home, you look tired. But don’t tell me what I have to do.”

You put your free hand on your forehead, a little sigh slipping out of your mouth. Mumbling an apology to the older brother of Ivar when you closed your eyes. It was never your intention to talk to him in that way, at least he was here unlike his other brothers. 

“It’s alright y/n. I can only imagine how it-“

Before he could finish what wanted to say, a nurse and doctor, walking in your direction, caught your attention. Hvitserk and you stand up when they reached you.

“Miss y/l/n. Mr Lothbrok is awake and feeling good, if you wish you can go to him. Room 305.”

Without hearing another word you started running.

The room was dark, only one small lamp on a table besides the bed was on.

The cool air makes you shiver, the window was open and Ivar laid there in nothing but a pair of cotton trousers and a blanket over his legs.

“Ivar.”

It was impossible to speak louder than a whisper, your breaths suffocated in sobs when you walked towards him. A tired smile was on his face when you reached out with your fingers to brush over his cheek.

“Y/n. Don’t cry. Everything’s fine.”

Carefully you sit down on the small free space next to him, placing your head on his bare chest which made him chuckle. 

“Nothing’s fine, maybe you didn’t notice but you’re in a hospital.”

“I noticed, don't worry.”

His growling answer made you look up to him, this sounds more like the Ivar you know. 

“What is in there?” One hand pointing at the infusion bag next to the bed. 

“You sound way too nice.”

The both of you giggle until your body shakes again because of the cold.

“You’re freezing love?”

Ivar whispered in your ear, his warm breath brushed your ear.

“The window is open, there are 3 degrees outside.”

“It is? Feels like 20 degrees.”

You groan but laughed, you already noticed his heated skin, but anyways you stood up to close the window. 

“Open it again y/n. I’m already sweating.”

“You’ll catch a cold if it stays open. So no.”

He frowned and another growl came up his throat, with one movement of his hand he ordered you back to the bed. 

“Why do you act like there’s no problem? You make it so much harder for yourself Ivar”

“I have to make you forget that I’m a cripple.” 

Your heart contracted, you could never forget that. It was never a problem, that’s how he was and it never bothers you. 

“I can leave when I want.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I’ll text Hvitserk, he’s down the floor. He can drive us home.”

Hastily you searched in your bag for your phone and typed a short message to Hvitserk.

“Hvitserk is here? What about Ubbe? Sigurd isn’t. I know the little dumbass would never leave his couch for me.”

“Ubbe couldn’t come because of his work. But he wishes you the best.”

Ivar let out another mocking snort when he tried to sit up.

“Be careful Ivar.”

With fast steps you were back beside him, your hands softly pushing him back.

“No kiss left for me? How disappointing.”

You couldn’t tell if he was serious mad at you or joking.

“You didn’t say anything, Ivar.”

“Do I really have to beg for a kiss?”

“Maybe”

He laughed and sat up, he was much stronger and pushed you backwards easily.

“You will never see me beg. But you, you will beg enough later.”

You blushed by a look in his eyes, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. 

“Don’t look at me this innocent.”

Your skin tingles under his look. After all what happened on this day he still provokes you, making you want him.

“You know where we are right? I don’t think that we should do that and above all you have to rest.”

His hand snaps forward to your neck, bringing your head to his and there wasn’t time to react before he pressed his mouth on yours. His hot lips moved passionately on yours, making your heartbeat race up and holding your breath. 

Before you could get lost into it, the door was opened.

A cough from Hvitserk let you get up hastily.

“You’re alright I see.”

Laughing loudly he watches you catching your breath.

“Don’t be stupid Hvitserk. Wait outside.”

Ivar had reached out for his sweatshirt, giving his brother a look which made him leave the room as fast as he could.

“Give me the crutch love. We have to go home as early as we can.”

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Ivar the boneless Taglist

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#ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #ivar x reader #ivar x y/n #modern ivar x reader #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar the boneless x you #vikings #history vikings #modern ivar

[silencethesigh]

Pickpocket

Monsieur Thenardier x Reader - SFW

"What've you got up that skirt, love?"

You feel the master of the house's gaze wandering, but his hands stay put. At least he's that much of a gentleman.

"Nothing for you," you mutter back softly with a hint of your usual humor with him, and he pretends to clutch at the open wound that is his heart.

"Mademoiselle, your words poison me," he says in an exaggerated posh accent. "No love for the maitre de maison tonight, eh?" He wiggles his eyebrows, clutching between his legs.

"Not tonight and not for a week, you dog!" the Madame's shrill voice sounds off behind him. "Just think, you're off with your pants undone while I cook and clean--!"

"You don't bloody cook, woman!" Thenardier moans, wincing as he's pulled by the ear, "And we make the girl Cofrette clean, don't we?"

"It's Cosette, you drunk bastard!"

You watch the tall ginger get dragged off by his wife, a salacious look on his face as he winks back at you, and wonder why the man has never made a real move on you. He talks a big game, always flirting with you, always making lewd comments and bragging about how he could make you scream. Yet he never does anything about it. You'd expect a man like Thenardier to feel you up any chance he got. Instead, he always kept a curiously respectful distance. Which brings you to why you were staying at the Thenardier's Royal Inn, of all places.

Due to unfortunate circumstances, you had fallen on hard times. Not much different than anyone else on this side of town, but at least you were still living, mostly hygienic and not chronically ill. You like to thank god for that every night, if god hasn't abandoned you for women with more coins in their purse. Needless to say, you had ended up dining at the local inn every night with what little money you had left. Their prices suited your poverty, so it was a good arrangement.

Ignoring the boorish man's comments, you sit down at your regular table at the back and order a slice of the regular shepherd's pie.

After finishing, you look out the grimy window into the night. Unfortunately, all the inn's rooms are filled with inebriates and hard working whores tonight, so you would have to sleep elsewhere. Gathering what little things you have, you give a small smile to the Monsieur, who is watching you leave with a funny sort of look on his face. Strangely sober.

Shrugging it off, you head outside to find yourself a place to sleep.

You feel hands on your back. As you turn around quickly, the hands slide downward, to grab at your ass. You try to scream, but threadbare gloves that smell of the sewer stifle your open mouth. You manage to muster up the willpower to bite through the disgusting garments, and get a quick shout of, "Help!" out before you feel a kick to the back of your knee.

You stumble to the cobble street, the slime of the day's dirt and rain staining the last of your pride. The hands are on you again, searching. They finally reach your coin purse, and stand up to make off with it. You try to grab him, and there's a struggle. It all ends with the sound of cracking, and the thief is on the ground.

You look up from your knees to see Thenardier himself, shaking his fist and swearing under his breath at the pain. He finally remembers what he's there to do, and offers you his hand. You look up into earnest brown eyes-- nothing like the ones he had shown you before while flirting with you. You take his hand, expecting him to lay the charm on thick now. Something for something; everything has got a little price. As you envision all the sticky kisses he would be sucking your knuckles with in a moment, you almost wish he hadn't saved you from being robbed.

Suddenly, your hand is free. Thenardier has turned around, head down. "You're alright then, yeah?" he mutters. You frown. Is he bashful about all this?

"Yes," you whisper.

"Right," he nods, shuffling off back inside.

"Wait!" you run after him, and he tenses when you put a hand on his arm. You slowly realize that him helping you up from your undignified position on the ground was the first time he had touched you. All the times he had acted like a pig, propositioned you, been overtly unfaithful in intentions toward you... what did it mean? He turns back around, a gentle, almost melancholy smile on his lips.

"Sometimes the song and dance is better than the man, yeah?" he mutters, fixing his hat back atop his head. "Everybody loves the landlord."

"And what about the man?" you ask. He straightens his ratty coat out and flashes a sleazy smile.

"The man don't get the bread, love." He pauses. "Wait a tick." He walks over to the unconscious thief's body, and plucks something from his coat. It's your coin purse. He pockets it, and you clear your throat.

"Monsieur?"

"Wha?" he asks, turning on his heel. You open the palm of your hand.

"You're forgetting something. That belongs to me." He gives a dopey smile, apology in his eyes.

"Right, right. Sorry, love. Sorry." He plops it in your hand, and takes your hand between his, shaking the purse. "Sounds to me like you have enough to stay the night with us."

"But you don't have any r--"

He gestures to the man on the ground. "Shush shush. One just opened." A smile grows on your lips, and the so called scum of Paris takes your hand, leading you back inside.

#les mis #les miserables #les mis fanfic #les miserables 2012 #les mis 2012 #sacha baron cohen #sacha baron cohen x reader #monsieur thenardier #thenardier #thenardier x reader #monsieur thenardier x reader #les mis imagines #les miserables imagines #drabble #fluff

[sailorhyunjinz]

I also wanted somewhere to go about the whole chan thing rn so I hope u don't mind luv,

apparently he's currently underfire for "making a joke out of Jim crow" which if anyone reading this doesn't know is an extremely racist era in American history where laws were made specifically against black people, as well as they were portrayed as a very offensive character (that's Jim crow, the character, his name is also used to represent the discriminatory laws)

the only proof I've seen being shared around is him dancing to "this is america" by childish Gambino in which he makes this pose

but with a thumbs up instead of a gun, the pose itself is in reference to a popular portraying of the Jim crow character

https://youtu.be/VNtA_0BR6Pw you can see the clip people are referencing here at 6:35

now i tried to keep the background info section of this unbiased,, but in my opinion he did it literally as the pose that's in the music video, not with Ill intent; which in my head doesn't make it racist. however people online are treating it as if he deliberately was laughing at or making fun of Jim crow laws or the character in some way. personally as a poc I see nothing wrong with it, but I also just feel like people love bringing up things from years ago to start drama during comeback season? don't get me wrong, holding people accountable is great, but 1) this was in 2018, 2) from what I've seen they've issued a general apology for this type of thing on insta**, and 3) idols are still infact people, and people that live literally on the other side of the world at that. I Don't wanna play the "they didn't know" card but it's always a possibility that they genuinely didn't know or understand that it was bad. I don't see chan doing anything disrespectful in that manner anytime recently, assuming he's understood now that it's not something he should be doing and adjusting his behavior. if it was a current issue that he's still making these mistakes I'd be in full support of the mass emails and mass bubble messages and everything else, I do support calling out idols when they're in the wrong, but I feel like sometimes people take it way farther than it needs to, almost as if they're looking for a reason to cancel people.

I really don't understand why it's being made into as big of a deal as it is, and I wish people would stop and think "would this really be helpful right now or am I doing this because someone on Twitter told me to" before inflating severity like this.

** I can't put a ss of the apology rn cause ya bitch got anger issues and deleted Twitter insta and tiktok bc its 4am and this situation is very literally the only thing I see on all of my feeds.

thank you for such an informative ask. im obviously not gonna sit here and defend chan because he did do something wrong and it did offend people. when we dont know about certain things and we see them in media its not odd that we copy behaviours or things we've seen and that doesnt mean i justify such behaviour but its a different reality when you have been raised in a korean culture where poc rights have only been discussed the last 10 years which is a shame but sadly true.

im just happy to know that he wants to be held accountable for his behaviour if he accidentally does/says something that can cause any misconceptions. that in my mind doesnt sound like a person that would deliberately do something in order to offend someone but rather a person that is willing to learn from their mistakes and learn more about other cultures and life experiences.

#fluffybitch0325 #Cherrymail🍒

[wastelandlovingscenarios]

Hey! I am really excited for seeing your blog grow and I wish you the best of luck!💛💛💛 I'm bad at requesting, so if you don't feel like doing this one - that's fine~ How would all companions (inc. X6, Preston & Codsworth) react to a Sole being a handywoman on Liziqi level and finding out she spent her childhood in a village after she casually explains to some settlers how to make booze from fruit or how to butcher and smoke brahmin?

i saw her channel and i was like :0 the whole time. i have no time or patience for that kinda stuff, haha. that girl got mad skills. ill make them react to the food she prepares, if it’s okay!

i’ll do this as regular companions and kept it short and simple!

anyways, i hope you enjoy! ❤️

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he leaned on the wall, watching as sole grabbed a basket of mutfruit from under the table/dragged a brahmin corpse on a rug. he wondered why the people of sanctuary gathered around sole and was interested himself. he decided to observe from afar to avoid interrupting whatever she was doing, she seemed to have a passionate look on her face after all. he pondered on whether sole could cook or not, seeing that all the items near her were food related. his ears perked up, hearing her voice ring throughout the crowd, “okay guys! i’m gonna teach you some stuff i learned when i was a child back at my village. i’m sure this will be useful to you all and sanctuary itself so be sure to carefully look!”

sole grew up from a village? he had no knowledge of that for sure but made a mental note to ask her after her demonstration. sole looked at the settlers happily and demonstrated how to make wine from mutfruit/butcher and smoke brahmin meat. the crowd became invested in her displays, amazed sounds escaping their mouths as sole went through the process step by step in detail. it was beyond unique and something that many people don’t see often in the commonwealth; an art of the prewar times, truly.

Danse:

he would think soles skills were definitely astonishing, seeing that he’s never seen anyone do something like that before. danse would be incredibly impressed and would even jot down those notes mentally to maybe learn it himself one day. as much as he wanted to try and attempt to replicate her skills, he knew he would never be able to but on the other hand, he was way too awkward to ask sole to teach him. lost in his thoughts over soles amazing abilities, danse wouldn’t notice her striding up to him with a smile on her face. “what’s with the look, paladin?” he would jolt on surprise, a small blush spreading across his face as soles eyes traveled to lock with his. it would take him a few seconds to muster a reply. “uh- i apologize if i’ve offended you.” he cleared his throat, adjusting himself so he could stand straight, “it wasn’t my intentions. it’s just.. your skills are certainly impeccable soldier, i’m sure the brotherhood could use your abilities back at the prydwen. they seem to be proven useful.” he then look away elsewhere, hoping his voice didn’t falter in the process. “it would be much appreciated, if you don’t mind.” much to danses content, sole immediately agreed without a second thought. he would then bombard sole with questions about her life while living in a village.

Deacon:

he would be immensely amazed by soles skills and would definitely be gawking at her presentation. how she gained the skills or who she gained it from would be a mystery to him but that was the least of his worries. his priority was to ask sole to teach him how to do something as complicated as that. as sole began putting away her finished products, he walked towards her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. sole looked at him with a raised brow and rolled her eyes at the smirk present on his face. “what is it this time, deeks?” deacon would use his free hand to make over dramatic gestures as he replied, “you gotta teach me that some day, charmer. who knows, maybe one of these days we’ll open up a restaurant named-“ deacon blabbered on for minutes, making sole chuckle occasionally at his silliness. she turned to face him, resting her hand on her hip. “fine deeks. i’ll teach you on one condition.” he would let out a small, ‘hm?’ as sole continued. “i can name the restaurant if we open it one day-“ sole shushed him as he opened his mouth to retaliate, “- and no. we are not naming the restaurant any of those names that just came out of your mouth.” deacon would throw his arms in the air dramatically but send sole a small smile, “fine, fine, you win..! but you still gotta teach me.” he was totally gonna name their restaurant one day with or without her knowledge.

Maccready:

he’s a child about it. it’s clear that there’s a flabbergasted look in his eyes and mac lets himself become completely submerged in it. he was so excited to see new and foreign ways food could be executed, especially since he’s been living off sugar bombs, nuka cola, and cram his whole life. maccready knew from his core that he could not cook for the life of him and could only go as far as preparing a box of blanco mac and cheese at somewhat decent standards, so something like this easily drew him in. god, he wondered how hard sole worked at her village when she was younger. after all, he didn’t really do anything as a kid and didn’t teach himself many skills that would benefit him in the long run. soon enough, the sound of soles voice dragged maccready out of his daydream. she signaled him to come over to where she was at and grinned as he approached almost shyly. he’d try to act all maintained and calm but sole already saw the excitement he showed during her demonstration. “yeah? she grabbed a bag of already cooked and sliced brahmin meat from the box near the table and opened it. he would feel himself grow hungry at the smell of the smoked brahmin meat. sole popped a piece in her mouth and hummed contently, nudging the bag towards maccreadys direction. “it’s so good, you should try it!” hesitantly, but surely, maccready grabbed a piece and slightly bit it, only to find himself eating the whole thing within seconds. it was amazing! how did sole manage to keep their talent away from him for months?! with a full mouth, macready excitedly sputtered out words that sole couldn’t quite comprehend. she sent mac a confused look, and he blushed in response, rubbing the nape of his neck timidly. “sorry- uh, it was just really good.” sole would shove the bag at him gently, a small smirk playing on her face, “would you like more, mac?” silence filled their air for only a mere second- “yes, please.”

Hancock:

as the applause ended with the crowd, there was only one left that continued to clap loudly, attracting soles attention. she would wave at hancock who looked at her with an entertained and impressed expression on his face. “and just when i thought i knew everything about ya.” sole would giggle girlishly and walk up to hancock, wiping her stained hands with her jacket. “i’m full of surprises, hancock. you’re gonna have to dig harder if you want to know everything about me,” hancocks grin would grow wider as sole bantered on with a cheeky smile, “being over 200 years old makes me far more interesting than many people.” a laughter was shared between the two for a moment. “guess you’re right, sister. i’m guessing you hold a lot more secrets than i expect.” sole would fold her arms sassily and stare up at him with a sly look in her eyes, “you are absolutely correct, mayor hancock.” hancock would immediately detect the friskiness in her voice. “i have no choice but to earn it then, huh?” he said in a joking tone. sole would feel his arm wrap around her shoulder casually, “how’s about we go back to goodneighbor and take a sip of that wine you made? i want to know about your days at the village anyway. sounded interesting.” sole would return his friendly affection, draping on arm on the backside of his torso as she hummed. “that sounds great.”

Nick Valentine:

he was ecstatic to see that sole still attained some of their prewar skills, it was definitely a rarity nowadays in the commonwealth. it’s been a while since he’s tasted some authentic wine, the last time being with jenny, but even so, that was the old nick and not the one that existed right then and there. he was thrilled to learn more about his partner who often kept her life to herself - it was a nice change for once. nick himself has seen people work in villages back in his day, so he had an idea of what skills she could’ve picked up while living in one. sole caught him walking to her with a smile on his face and she decided to meet with him halfway. “what did you think, nick? i know my skills were probably a little rusty here and there.” nick shot sole a warm smile, noticing the small, shy flush on her cheeks. “rusty? i found it quite flawless,” sole felt her face redden more as nick continued, “for a 200 year old popsicle, you’ve done pretty good, kid. i bet no one could replicate what you just executed.” she chortled at his silly remark, feeling more confident in her own expertise. “i’m glad i was able to impress you. now let’s hope it’ll taste as good as it looks.” nicked grinned, perking up at her comment, “i don’t mind being the judge of that, if that’s what you’re implying.” she smiled softly; it was exactly what she had in mind.

Codsworth:

he already knew of soles upbringing and the impressive skill set she had. codsworth remembered almost everything she had told her husband about her times at the village and was always drawn into her interesting stories. despite that, she’d always use these skills during her times with nate, and codsworth often observed her from afar during prewar times. he’d remember the excitement in her eyes when she used to execute this hobby and had still caught the same passionate glint as she confidently demonstrated to the crowd. as the settlers departed with happy and content comments, codsworth made their way to them with a jovial tone in his voice. “it’s lovely to see that your skills are definitely top notch just like the old days, mum!” sole would grin at codsworth, a happy expression on her face. “thank you, codsworth! it means a lot coming from you.” codsworth would help sole clean up the aftermath of the presentation, rushing to do most of the work so she could rest, “anytime, mum!”

Preston:

he’d be almost speechless at soles talents, nothing more than a soft yet interested, ‘damn,’ escaping his mouth. though he knew sole was a hardworking, humble, and honest person, he was happy to learn that she did reside in a village at one point of her life. it could only mean that she had a vast amount of experience that many people nowadays aspire to have - farming, cooking in unique ways, etc. most people just knew how to use a gun and make money for a living during these hard times. seeing sole smoke a brahmin would definitely leave him awestruck, considering that he’s never seen anyone do that before. ”wow! that’s so cool, ms. sole! i hope to be like you someday.” sole shyly grinned at the child that beamed at her, opening her mouth to respond until prestons sounded throughout the crowd. “that’s the general for you. we couldn’t have found someone better.” sole chuckled nervously as everyone continued to throw strings of compliments at her. “yeah, for sure!” “we have the best leader in the commonwealth!” she would meet his gaze, embarrassed by all the attention she was receiving. preston would tip his hat as sole mouthed a timid, “thank you.” as the crowd cheered on. he would definitely have to try her smoked brahmin after her exhibition.

X6:

though a stoic expression would remain on his face, he would feel a sense of awe as sole calmly explained to the residents how to smoke brahmin meat. for sure, x6 has seen many displays of how to prepare food in the most exotic and unique ways in the institute but would be interested finding out that she had presented a new method of execution he hadn’t encountered during his lifetime. with his eyes fixated on soles hand movements and the materials on the table, he jotted down every action that she made with every second that ticked. his stillness and intimidating presence would creep everyone out and they would feel uncomfortable with x6 just blankly staring at whatever. regardless, the crowd seemed to enjoy the show despite the discomfort. after what seemed like eternity, sole finally concluded her demo and thanked the crowd for giving her their attention. the settlers applauded sole, giving her their final compliments and comments before dispersing. she smiled, proud of what she accomplished and decided to pack everything up before hitting the hay. “ma’am.” she jumped up, getting frightened by the sudden voice that rung behind her. looking over her shoulder slowly, she caught x6 staring at her with a blank expression. she glared at him. “next time, give me a warning, will ya? you almost gave me a heart attack.” x6 simply nodded before continuing on with his statement, “i believe your skills will be convenient to the institute. it’s almost remarkable to discover that you retain something from your prewar days.” soles eyes widened in surprise for a mere moment but collected herself, a small smile growing on her face. “thanks x6.” silence followed after, but x6s compliment was enough to tell her that he appreciated her talent.

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[positrans]

I don't want this to come of as offensive or transphobic because that is absolutely not my intention I was just wondering how you know that you're a trans man with no desire to transition okay thank you have a nice day love you byeeee xxx

hey, thats alright. its okay to be curious.

the same way that anyone knows their gender, i Know that i am a man. people dont transition to become their gender, they already know their gender, and physically transition to align their outwards appearance with how they feel their body should be. so with or without transitioning, im still a man.

why do i personally not see physical transition as one of my life goals? well. now not everyone has body dysphoria, but i personally Do, so im writing about my own personal experience here. and so i do of course wish that i could just. be perceived as a man. and look masculine, and not have these, yknow. physical characteristics that make others see me as a woman.

but at the same time, this is the body i live in. this is who i am, right now, and i accept that, and my friends accept that, and its okay. a man can look any type of way. there Are men with breasts, there Are men without facial hair, there Are men with higher register voices, and thats okay. and i just happen to be one of those men.

and i may be unhappy with some of those traits at times, and wish i could change them, but ive also come to accept them, you know? theyre part of who i am, they always have been, and im used to them. theyre normal to me. theyre part of me, and while they may not be socially accepted, thats okay. i am different and i accept that.

so for this time in my life, ive decided that im just going to live in the body im in right now, and accept it, and not do anything to physically transition. but who knows. maybe one day i will start testosterone. maybe one day ill have top surgery. i dont see those things as a negative for me, but i also dont see them as a necessity, or something im striving towards.

apologies for the long, rambling words, but its quite a difficult thing to explain your entire mental relationship to your gender in like. just one page of words. but hopefully this has helped!

#transgender #trans man #nonbinary man #lgbt #nonbinary #lgbtq #transitioning #gay trans men #anonymous #asks #mod post

[arknights-imagines]

Decided to combine both of these into one imagine since I think they go really well together! 💕 Anons, I hope you don't mind~~ 💖 Also, thank you both for the requests and nice messages! 🌸🌸 I really hope I did SilverAsh justice!!

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“ you are & always will be precious to me . ” + “ shh , it was just a nightmare . you’re safe . ”

Imagine format; lots of it is from SilverAsh's perspective

Contains: SilverAsh, gender neutral Doctor, Doctor being upset after a nightmare, implied established relationship I guess loll??

Word count: about 1.7k

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There was no room for compassion in war.

But despite the fact that SilverAsh believed and stood by that, he couldn't deny what he felt for the Doctor. With his position and what he faced daily, warm emotions weren't something he experienced often. His front was shrewd; a man who would do anything to get what he wanted.

But even then, he was always gentler to the Doctor. They were an old friend, someone he held dear - very dear, in fact. With them, his intentions never held ulterior motives; with the Doctor, SilverAsh was always in his most sincere form.

Night was calm at Rhodes Island, even if it wasn't completely quiet. People were up late, unsurprisingly, filling the facility with a light buzz of chatter or footsteps. While he knew it was important to get proper rest, it was easy to feel restless while staying in his room for hours on end, and some fresh air never did anyone any harm.

Standing on the Rhodes Island deck, the Feline stared up at the night sky, leaning on the railing. While it was just a blanket of dark spotted with stars, he always found the dark sky calming to admire.

Yawning just slightly, the Feline blinked as he heard footsteps approaching. Making sure he looked decent, he turned around with a formal facial expression, ready to greet whoever was coming closer, only for it to leave his face in an instant at who his eyes fell upon.

It was the Doctor. By the looks of it, they were planning to go to bed as well, but for some reason, they were here, running into him. Walking a little idly, they stood beside him, face turned away.

He waited for them to speak, but they didn't move or even make any gesture toward him. Lifting a brow just slightly, SilverAsh placed a hand on their shoulder, speaking in a quiet tone, "...it's late. What are you doing awake at this hour?"

A breeze passed by, and they hugged themselves just slightly. The Doctor came looking for him often, to ask about battle formations or just to see him. He didn't mind their company, not in the slightest, but they didn't seem to be acting as usual; they seemed a bit more urgent than usual - almost distressed.

Their reply came delayed, "I didn't mean to bother you. Could I…stay here for a bit?" They avoided his eyes, shifting their weight from foot to foot.

The Feline blinked, his brow lifting again. Something felt wrong - but it was late at night, they could've just been tired; perhaps they had walked to the deck just to get some fresh air. Still, the Feline felt like that wasn't at all the case; he came to the deck quite often, and they knew this. He didn't believe this was coincidence.

Nevertheless, he nodded a bit, "You can certainly stay. Though, you should know, it's improper for us to meet so late at night like this." He said this lightheartedly - he and the Doctor were far from being strict colleagues, and he wasn't bothered by them wishing to stick around him, no matter the reason. Still, at his words, they didn't give much of a reaction.

Quietly, they thanked him, folding their arms over the railing, tilting their face to look up at the sky, "I didn't mean to bother you so late. I just…needed to come see you. I looked in your room but you weren't there." They looked to the floor as SilverAsh , his gaze trained on them in concern.

"What could've urged you to do so at this hour?" He asked, squinting as he noticed how their facial expression seemed contoured in discomfort, "Do you feel ill?"

They shook their head, "No, I'm fine." The Doctor seemed to be biting their tongue, but SilverAsh didn't want to force them to speak if they didn't want to. "Just…a bit worried I guess."

His brows furrowed in concern, the Feline placed a careful hand on their shoulder, taking note of how they tensed under his touch for but a second, "Care to elaborate?" The stars nor the moon provided much light, he couldn't see their facial expression in much detail.

A meek shrug left them, the air around them uncertain and hesitant. Finally, the Doctor looked toward him, and it was only then that he realized how pallid they looked. Trying to hide his concern, his grip on their shoulder tightened by just a hair.

The Doctor spoke, words leaving them slowly, "I guess I'm just wondering…my role in all of this."

SilverAsh blinked for a moment, "Your role? We all have our roles to play, my dear." His voice was soft, as was his touch as his hand fell from their shoulder to place itself over their own hand. The Doctor seemed to relax at his tone, but whatever was bothering them didn't leave.

A small shake of their head came in reply, "Your role relies on my orders, that much I think I get at this point. But…how am I supposed to do that role when my memory is completely gone?"

SilverAsh's eyes snapped to theirs. So that was it; "You're concerned your memory loss will hinder your abilities?" Gently, the Feline squeezed their hand, catching their attention. "My dear, you may not remember, but you have never disappointed anyone I can recall, and you have never disappointed me. You've always done your job to the best of your ability, and that is enough in trying times like these." The smallest smile graced his lips, "It's always intrigued me, how you're able to show compassion even in war. I used to think that was naive, that it was useless. But you proved me wrong."

The Doctor gaped at him, eyes widened and lips open. They opened their mouth to say something, but the Feline placed a finger to their lips - there was more he wanted to say. If he was honest, SilverAsh had wanted to tell them these things as long as he could remember, but there was never a good time. Now, with them alone and the Doctor giving him their rapt attention, he didn't think there would ever be a more suitable time.

"Many here are counting on you, but the same people are prepared to support you - including myself. You may not each of remember them, and your memory…it may not return to you, that is true." He shifted, his body turning toward them as he gingerly took both of their hands, "But you should know, even at your most vulnerable moments, you will always have somebody to support you here at Rhodes Island. And even when you're unsure about that, you should always remember,"

SilverAsh looked at them with a tenderness they didn't think was possible in their world of ruin. His next words were quiet, meant for them and only them; "No matter what may happen…you are and always will be precious to me."

The Doctor stared at him, their face slowly being overtaken by shock. Even at the pallid look they were giving them, the Feline kept his eyes on theirs, hands still holding their own. He wasn't expecting himself to say such reckless words, but he didn't regret them - he wouldn't regret them, even if the Doctor reacted poorly.

However, when their reaction finally came, it was so sudden SilverAsh barely even processed what was happening.

"I…" Their words were fragile, almost being taken with the night breeze, and when they looked up at him, their eyes were brimmed with tears. He almost didn't notice under the dim lighting they were in, but in a moment, they were crying, as if they couldn't hold back their emotion any longer. The Doctor blinked, recoiling as if they had been slapped across the face, "Enciodas…I'm sorry-"

Lifting a hand to their face, careful not to stare them, SilverAsh spoke, snapping from his shock, "My dear…" A frown came to his face, his stomach sinking at how distressed they really were, "Will you tell me what truly happened now?"

They seemed embarrassed, but were in no condition to brush him off anymore. "I had a bad nightmare. That's why I came by…I couldn't go back to sleep." The Doctor confessed; their words were interspersed with small sobs and sniffles, but they continued regardless, "Everyone got hurt, and I couldn't remember what to do, I-"

The Feline hushed them softly, "Shh." He didn't let them finish; he didn't need to hear any details. Without hesitance, he wrapped his arms around their form, holding them close to his chest as they sniffed in frustration.

They gripped hard at the fabric of his shirt, biting down on their tongue to try and stop their crying, "Sorry--"

"Stop that, don't apologize." Hoping to help them calm down, he ran a hand up and down their back, "It was just your imagination, my dear." Rocking them back and forth, he finally began to coax them to calm down, "Shh, it was just a nightmare. You’re safe."

That's all it had been - a dream. There was the possibility that it could someday become a reality, but SilverAsh didn't believe so. As long as he was there, they would be safe. There were no contracts or conditions behind such a vow.

Slowly, the Doctor relaxed, their breath slowing and their crying going quiet. Nuzzled against his chest, they nodded, wrapping their own arms around his waist.

"Enciodas…thank you." Their tone was muffled and shaky, but he didn't miss the sincerity it held.

Smiling just slightly, the man nodded. "Anytime, my dear." Neither of them moved - they stayed there, the air around them light and comfortable. The night was a little chilly, but when he focused on their breathing, SilverAsh couldn't be bothered with much else.

The Doctor was very dear to him, and he wanted them to know that more than anything else. With his sisters, the Feline hadn't accomplished that. SilverAsh wasn't a perfect man, he had made mistakes and like anyone else, he had regrets. He regretted not being there for his sisters like he knew he should've before it was too late. He regretted not caring for those close to him until it was too late. He regretted his mindset that there was no room for care on the battlefield.

But if nothing else, even without doing anything else but standing pressed to his chest, the Doctor had taught him that such a mindset was wrong. Maybe he was being impulsive, maybe his own drowsiness was causing his thoughts to be scrambled; In war, there wasn't a place for a fairy-tale like relationship, but the Doctor meant more to him than they could imagine, and he would make sure they knew that, no matter what nightmare life put them through. And that, he knew he would never regret.

#I didn't really know how to end this sbjsnd #arknights #arknights imagines #arknights fanfics #arknights writing #arknights silverash #arknights doctor #arknights imagine #imagines #writing

[willowlark369]

Competition Drama 02

Judge: ADD and ADHD are also not a mental illness, they are a Learning Difficulties. There is a difference. I understand that to those that don't work in that area, or deal with those with Learning Difficulties, it seems like the same thing, however, it isn't. People with Learning Difficulties have fought to be seen for who they are, and not to be treated like something to be fixed. Children with Autism, ADHD, Downs Syndrome, they were all born that way, it's who they are. When sites or people claim some of these are mental illnesses it's due to being part of the medical model of disbaility, which is out dated and doesn't consider the individuals. I'm going to stop myself from preaching, I have worked in this area all my working life, so it's something I feel very strongly about. If you want to understand the difference you can look at the MENCAP website.

Me: People are also born with bipolar disorder, OCD, and schizophrenia. When you preach that some neurodivergences aren't mental illnesses, you ignore the difficulties that they present for individuals with them. There's a significant difference between autism and Downs Syndrome. One is a mental illness and the other is a chromosomal disorder that affects the whole body. The fact that you lump them in together and claim to be a professional is very worrisome to me. I wouldn't want someone who would do that to work with either my kid or me.

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Judge: I didn't want to continue this on the forum. I don't want you to think that I am having a go, because I am not. What is being talked about it actually quite contravercial in the area caring for those with learning disabilities and Autism. You seem fairly bothered by what I am saying, so I won't continue and try to 'make you see things my way'. I will say that what I have been taught is based on what people with those sorts of disorders and conditions believe about themselves and wish other to see them as. It is also not medically correct to say that it is a mental illness and this group of people dislike that assumption.

I can tell that you care, and I hope you can tell that I care too. I think that is enough for us to get along?

Me: I'm sorry, but if you want to believe that a mental illness is not a mental illness when medical professionals and individuals with the condition understand that it is, I cannot believe that you are not "having a go" or that you care. This is not a topic where "agreeing to disagree" will work. You (and by extension, the Competition) are telling me and other autistics that we do not have a real mental illness and are just incapable of growing past a certain point. You are infantizing us. The fact that you feel that you cannot say this in public also says that you know that there's something wrong with it. I've had this discussing with the Admin as well: There should be no hidden discussions. If you want to make a ruling that is contrary to reality, fine, but own what you are doing and be consistent. If you cannot accept one mental illness as what it is, then you shouldn't accept any of them. If your reasoning is that a person is born with autism and that's why it doesn't count, then none of the conditions that people are born with (ADHD, OCD, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia) should count. But don't make a claim that is not true and frankly, insulting, and then get upset when people call you on it.

Judge: I am really sorry that I have upset you. I can assure you, I mean no disrespect at all, and I speak from my experiance as person that works in the united kingdom with a whole range of children with various difficulties. I have worked with those with Autism too, though I do not consider it to be a learning difficulty, though I can see where it looks as though I have 'lumped' them together. I just happen to be a care worker that works with children with a range of conditions.

I am wondering if actually this is more to do with the countries that we live in? I don't know where your from, but in Britain, it's seen as politically incorrect. Based on neurological conditions and psychiatric conditions. Mental illness is seen as psychiartirc condition whereas as far as I have been taught in my own professional capacity, that Autism is Neurologial. In britain it is most definately something I would actually get in trouble for stating in the work place - as children with autism do not have psychiatric condition. If you are still unhappy with my explanation of myself and my words I can only apologise and research this myself further, I would not want to offend or hurt anyone - it's really not in my nature. I can honestly say that I am very upset that I seem to have caused offense or hurt through what I have said. Having heard your point of view, I take it seriously, and I mean no offense - seriously. I can tell that I have upset you, and for that I am sincerly sorry.

As for you thinking I am 'having a go' I assure you that I am not. I have spoken to you politely and respectfully, even if views differ. I can understand now that this is a senstive topic for you too, and I hope that you understanding where I am coming from with the term 'mental illness' and what it means where I am from, you can see that I don't mean to disrespect or belittle anyone. I only took the conversation of Forum as I thought it was senstive and I wanted to be respectful. That is my intention

Me: It might be a terminology issue. In the US, a mental illness is any condition which originates in the brain; affects the perceptions; and interferes with the ability to perform everyday activities (especially necessary social, work, or family activities). One would not assign a neurologist to the treatment team of an autistic, even though a neurologist may be brought in to rule out other potential causes of the symptoms. A psychiatrist would be, however, given that autism is often comorbid with other conditions which require medication and the autism often creates unique challenges in the individual being treated. A psychiatrist would also be the person giving the diagnosis of autism, which makes it a psychiatric condition, even if there aren't any other conditions diagnosed at the time of the initial diagnosis. A neurological condition would something like epilepsy or migraines. Basically, something which affects the way that nerves (including the ones in the brain) communicate with each other.

I apologize if I came across as too aggressive, but literally everything in my life has taught me that I cannot let things like this slide without speaking up. In order to get any kind of accommodation, one must be prepared to push against people dismissing the need for them, often by using the same language that you did. Years of advocacy work has also shown that a lot of people have misconceptions about what the real dangers surrounding individuals with various neurodivergences are. There is a negative connotation given to the term "mental illness", due to decades of villainization of psychiatric conditions. For that reason, a lot of people have pushed for use of the term "neurodivergence", "neurologically divergent", or "atypical neurology".

I really feel if you (and the competition as a whole) wanted to show sensitivity on the topic, then you would not have included it in the first place. There is a lot of discourse going on concerning how to respectfully handle representation in writing and there are entire blogs dedicated to how to handle that. I would love to see more encouragement to include accurate representation in writing, but what I do not wish to see is exclusion of smaller groups within a larger group on the basis that they aren't "really" a part of the larger group. That kind of gatekeeping is not helpful to anyone in need of that representation.

Judge: You should never apologise for taking these things and speaking up! I think it's great, and I have learnt something here, something I am greatful to have learnt. I would say you were defensive - in a good way! I would hate to make anyone feel like that they needed to defend themselves, or a group. Part of my job is pushing for things on the behalf of children, so I understand. I work specifially with children in the care system who don't have parents to fight for them. If you hadn't pushed, I wouldn't have learnt something that will change how I relate to people.

I can concour that the term 'mental illness' has negative conotations for people in the UK - in fact a lot of medical terms are deemed inappropriate. I think this is because culturally, people in this country have used many medical terms as insults and thus the meaning becomes intirely different. This isn't just in relation to Autism, many areas. I guess this could answer to why I was a little defensive also.

I do think that The Competition wanted to show sensitivity. I was not on board as Admin when the rounds were thought up, but as far as I am aware one of the Mods has experiance of this, and I can only assume that they would have wanted this to be used in a senstive and positive way. As I gather it's a subject of great importance to them too, from another angle.

If you have any ideas that you think would be beneficial for future rounds, something you think would be both positive and respectful, by all means mail them across. I am sorry if you feel that the competition didn't wish to be respectful. I cannot speak for everyone, but as for me, I respect you a lot, it takes courage to speak out in a public forum like that.

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Judges: [proceeds to extract revenge against the team as a whole for protesting]

Me: Yeah. "Courage" is needed alright.

Team: [proceeds to write submissions centered around their complaints with the judges] Suck on these lemons!

#Magi's Rants #Competition Work #Names Omitted Deliberately #Autism #Neurodiversity #No Editing of their words #Yeah That's Right #That's a Judge for a Writing Competition #TW: Ableism

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Hey, for anyone who saw my rb [probably not many ppl] of the "I wish my chronically ill followers a good/not-so-bad winter" And i rb'd it saying "[not chronically ill, just rbing]" For clarification, [not excuse, but clarification] I only *meant* to clarify that i wasn't chronically ill because the OP used something along the lines of 'winter is a hard time for us' and I didn't want my intent to get misconstrued, or for people to think i was chronically ill, when i'm not [don't wanna fake/ speak over others]. {To reiterate, this doesn't excuse the comment, but was my thought process/explanation for it]

I can see how my comment was unnecessary, as OP asked when [they] rbed my post. And I apologize for this. I would say that directly but OP blocked me [/nm] so i just wanted to put it out there.

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[i put meant in asterisks because i know intent isn't everything, and good intent can sometimes harm a community w/out realizing til after]