#i have already cried too much today so i will leave they both die at the end for

[peachesofteal]

I’ll be honest, I’m looking forward to the darker scenarios 👀

Darling unable to get away, having to stay because she knows she can’t survive on her own, let alone with a little baby that’s entirely dependent on her.

Simon, possessive and controlling to keep Darling with them, their family together. He’s already gone too far with messing with the BC, so I’m betting he’s willing to go further at this point.

Johnny, helpless to it all, but trying to keep the peace, keep Darling healthy so she can deliver a healthy baby safely. What else can he do without losing both Simon and his pregnant Darling?

I’m specifically imagining after Darling confronts them, trying to run out the front door, but Simon physically stops her, will not let her leave until she listens to him, agrees this is for the best, that she belongs to and with them.

Sorry for the long ask, just have so many thoughts on this AU and am looking forward to seeing where you take it 😵‍💫

There are so many juicy little bits to the baby trap au here, but let's talk about Johnny for a sec:

I like to imagine Johnny not being helpless, but definitely second to Simon in all of this. It was his idea, his dream, and he did agree. It was a decision they made together, but I think now he's really trying to tow the line in order to keep everyone together. It's a strain for sure, but he did this to himself, he's not innocent. He knows it. He likes it. The guys, both of them, love how you've always depended on them and this is no different in baby trap.

18+ MDNI / baby trap au / dark and twisty themes / reader is a prisoner so please read with caution

His fingers reach for yours involuntarily, the muscles in his face working against the wince that is pulling at his lips when you snatch your hand away like he's burned you. "Please, darling, will you at least-"

"No." You hiss, pushing the plate away from where you sit. Your arms cross in front of your chest, and you do that thing again, the thing you've been doing recently that's driving him mad, where you close your eyes and pretend he doesn't exist.

"I know ye must be hungry, love." He moves the plate back, palm cupping your knee softly. You don't jerk away, but it's more because you're still acting like he's not there, instead of shying away as you're prone to do.

He sighs.

"Well, I guess I can eat this then. Or we can dump it." He takes your fork and spears a piece of pancake, mopping it around in the syrup that you like so much, before lifting it to his lips. "Be such a shame, to waste it all, but Si won't be home for another hour yet, and I ate before ye woke up." He's not lying, it would be. He made you pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Sourdough toast, your favorite, and a peanut butter smoothie. There's also orange juice, and chocolate almond milk, another thing you've been craving non stop.

You crack an eyelid. Just a little, enough to survey the meal again. He knows, knows, that you're hungry. You hardly touched your dinner, and then suffered a breakdown, where you locked yourself in the bathroom and cried for hours until Simon had enough and picked the lock after you had started sobbing out loud about how you wanted to die.

It had taken hours to settle you, Simon with a hand steady on your nape, Johnny with his arms around you as you cried yourself to sleep in the guest bed.

He chews his bite, thoughtfully, albeit a little loudly, before clearing his throat. "It's a nice day today. Want to go for a walk? We could go to the park, or walk down to the cafe you like." Both of your eyes blink open now, narrowed, but still staring at breakfast, and he puts the fork on the rim of the plate with a clink, motioning to the pancakes. "They're a bit fluffy." He comments, and you scowl. He holds his snicker as you reach for it, pulling everything in front of you, stabbing into a large bite and lifting it into your mouth. "Good girl." He whispers, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat, teeth worrying at your bottom lip. "Take another bite." He urges in a soft voice, but you shake your head.

"My stomach hurts." you whisper to your knees, and he swallows the lump in his throat. It's been so hard on you, the pregnancy, the changes in everything, everything that's happened after you found that stupid piece of foil. You had always struggled with eating, your own emotions sabotaging you, twisting you up into knots, but now it was even worse. And you needed to eat, now more than ever. For yourself, and the baby. The doctor had assured them that your appetite fluctuations were okay for now, but they needed to keep a close eye on it.

"What about some of the eggs?" He nods to the glass to your left, the tall one with the smoothie in it. "Or some of that?" Your nose wrinkles.

"I don't want it."

"You love peanut butter smoothies, they're your favorite."

"I want mango." You huff. Mango? Since when? You rub your belly thoughtfully and look at him with big, sad eyes. "I'm really craving mango. Can I have a mango smoothie? With vanilla ice cream in it? Please?" There's a glimmer of something, in your eyes, something sad, and longing... but familiar, and he swallows against the worry that rises in his gut. It's going to be okay. You're going to be alright. They're taking care of you. They won't let anything happen to you.

He shoots Simon a quick text, telling him to pick up fresh mango and vanilla ice cream on his way home, and then he glances back at you.

"Si will bring the ingredients home, okay?" You nod, still palming your belly, fingers tapping across your skin. You groan a little when you get to your feet, body sore from the less than luxurious guest bed that you've been insistent on sleeping in, and walk away to sink into the couch. "What're ye doing?" You burrow yourself into the cushions pulling the blankets up over your chin and closing your eyes, back to pretending that he doesn't exist, except to give your answer.

"Waiting for my smoothie. You'll bring it to me?" You peek over the mound of pillows, eyes still wide and sad, but there's something else there, something he can't name, and he nods automatically.

"Of course, darling."

#peaches asks #ghost x soap x reader #baby trap au #ghoap x reader

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

Shooting

Word count: 2.0K

Summary: a free shooter is in Nevermore, and when you realize who it is you won’t be so Happy and you’ll be traumatized.

Warnings: the title says it all

Pairing: Wednesday X Fem!Reader

I got this idea watching “The Fallout” but decided to switch it up a bit, I hope you like it the same way I did!

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“Hey Nes, are you coming to school today?” You asked your girlfriend. Recently she had been going in town a lot to solve some things with this whole monster stuff and even though you wanted to go with her, she specifically asked you not to get involved because she didn’t want to see you hurt, and you respected her wishes so you never insisted again. “No I am not, I’m going to weathervane to find out more stuff with Tyler” you nodded at her words as you both headed to the quad. You had to admit you were kind of jealous of the fact that she was spending more time with him than with you, but you knew it was just to find out about the truth.

“Okay, be safe though okay?” You asked her as you looked protectively at your girlfriend “you too. Don’t go in the woods” she said and you nodded before watching her leave with a car. Then you headed to your botany class and started listening to Mrs. Thornhill, until you noticed that Xavier wasn’t in class. Weird you thought, he was always present. However the lesson went by smoothly and at some point you needed to go to the bathroom. As you were heading there you heard a noise. At first it seemed like a phone that had dropped, but then it continued and you realized it was gunshots. Someone had entered Nevermore with a gun and was now shooting on students.

You froze where you were as you heard students start screaming and running around. Just then you realized, you needed to hide. As the shooter was getting closer to you, and you could tell that by the sound of it, you thought that if he was an outsider he wouldn’t find you if you went in nightshade. Right? You quickly ran to the poe statue and you snapped twice, immediately going down there. You were crying, you were panicking so hard and you just wanted to be with Wednesday Right now, luckily though she wasn’t there so she couldn’t get hurt, this was probably the only bonus. “Fuck, fuck fuck” you kept repeating in fear. No one was there except from you, not even the nightshade’s members. Were they all dead already? You hoped not.

You sat there on the floor with you knees up to your chest, hands covering your ears as you cried, waiting for him to just stop shooting around. You could still hear people screaming in fear and it was getting to you too much. Suddenly though you heard the secret door of Nightshade open and you stood up, hoping it was just someone coming to hide, but you heard the noise of the gun. You couldn’t hide, it was a circular library and the only exit was the door. “Well who do we have here?” You immediately recognized the voice, it was Xavier. He was looking like a psycho, gun in his hand and creepy smirk on his face.

“X-Xavier… why are you doing this to people?” You asked him. You were scared as hell but you were there now. You could either die or try talk some sense into him. You decided for the second option. “You? Because I’m tired of you people bragging around about your powers” he said and walked closer to you, you walked backwards in response and soon hit the library. “Please- don��t hurt me” you said crying and sobbing, but he wasn’t having any of it. “You thought that if you hid in nightshade no one would find you, right? Well that’s where you were wrong, (Y/N). This is the worst place to hide and there’s no exit beside the door” he said as he got closer to you, and you were stuck between him and the library, gun pointed at your stomach.

“Please Xavier… I’m your friend, remember?” You said sobbing, you were one step away from death, all it took was for him to pull the trigger. “Are you? I just used you to get close to everyone else so that I could do this” he brought the gun up to your throat” you stayed quiet at that, only whimpering and crying. You didn’t want to die. You were so young still and had your whole life ahead of you “Xay please…” you said whispering. “STOP BEGGING ME” he pressed the gun even more to your throat, you knew he was about to shoot, but then police showed up, thanks to Weems that had seen Xavier get in nightshade.

“Drop the gun!” Sheriff Galpin said. He immediately pulled away from you and dropped the gun, the police hand cuffing him as you tried to catch your breath, going into a panic attack as you dropped to your knees. Weems came to you when Xavier was taken away and helped you to your feet. “You’re safe (Y/N), it’s okay, you’re okay” she said and brought you up and out of nightshade. She took you to her office and gave you a hot chocolate to calm you down. She tried to make you talk to her, but you were refusing to as you were too shocked. She then took you to your room and once there you laid in bed and curled up under the blankets .

———

Wednesday arrived back at school and saw police cars parked in front of the entrance, as well as ambulances and dead bodies. She started feeling a little scared as she looked to the bodies hoping not to see you in between them and luckily you weren’t, and you weren’t even in the ambulances. She walked up to Sheriff Galpin “what happened here?” She asked him as she looked around. “There was a shooting in the school. It was a student from Nevermore.” This made Wednesday even more scared as she ran inside the school and up to your room. She really hoped you were okay. She was panicking, she wondered if you were alright.

As soon as she got to your rook she blasted the door open to see if you were there and safe, and you flinched at the noise, getting under the blankets even with your head as you squeezed shut your eyes, not having seen who it was coming in your room. “Please don’t hurt me” you said sobbing. Wednesday slowly got closer to you and spoke softly “(Y/N) it’s me. It’s Wednesday” she told you but you were still in a shock state and couldn’t help but be scared at the first loud sound you heard. You were even too scared to realize that she was the one talking to you. “(Y/N)” she repeated, gently putting a hand on your shoulder. You flinched even more, in your head you were still in that room with Xavier. Wednesday pulled back from you and decided it would be better if she left you alone, as of now she was just glad to see you were okay.

She also went to check if her friends were okay, luckily they were but when she heard about Xavier being the shooter, she got shocked as well, she would have never thought that he’d be so dangerous. She went to Enid to ask for Clarification about why you were so scared, luckily your friend as well wasn’t in school that day. “Enid, do you know what happened to (Y/N)? I mean, does it have to do with Xavier, did he hurt her?” Your girlfriend asked her friend protectively. “Didn’t she tell you?” Enid asked. You were her girlfriend after all, you should have told her. Wednesday shook her head “she hasn’t let me get close to her, I think she was in a state of shock. She kept repeating not to hurt her and she flinched when I touched her trying to comfort her” Wednesday looked down, it sounded even worst now that she said it.

“Well she was hiding in nightshade and of course Xavier found her.. he clearly told her he used her and he made her go back to the wall where he kept her stuck there and pointed the gun in her stomach, only to move it up to her throat to threaten her even more” now Wednesday was furious. She didn’t seem like it, but she was very protective over her girlfriend. “I’m going to kill him. I’m going to make him suffer so bad that he will even regret being born” Wednesday said furiously, but she calmed down a little when Enid told her he had been arrested.

Days passed by and you still hadn’t left your room or the bed. Wednesday would pass by every day leaving you some food since you weren’t eating, but you weren’t eating any. You had stopped flinching whenever you heard her since you had kinda gotten out of the shock state, but still you were too scared to even get out of the blankets. “(Y/N), you need to eat a little,” she sat down at the end of your bed “you’re starving yourself” you still weren’t replying, she sighed and looked down. “I just need you to be okay…” she whispered and her look turned to a sad one. It was like this for some other days until you did get up to eat something, but only when you were alone in your room.

Recently Wednesday had been sleeping in the same room as you, she wasn’t going to give up on you just because you were scared. She wasn’t the type to give up for anything. You had tried to sleep, but you were constantly having nightmares about that day, nightmares that woke you up each night and that would traumatize you all over again. “(Y/N), is it okay if I sleep with you? I just don’t want you to sleep alone and I want you to feel protected…” Wednesday asked you about the millionth nightmare that week. You looked at her and eventually nodded slightly and soon after your girlfriend was in your bed, spooning you as she wrapped an arm over you, bringing you closer to her as she also held your hand.

You fell asleep soon after. You did feel safe in your girlfriend’s arms, and you slept soundly for at least a couple hours, until you woke up screaming, because of another nightmare. Obviously Wednesday woke up too and she immediately searched for her eyes. “Hey, hey it’s okay” she said and looked at you “why don’t you tell me about those nightmares?” Your girlfriend asked gently and you looked at her. God you were so glad to have her… “I-I dream about that day… I see people die but tonight… tonight I saw you get shot at… Nes it was so horrible…” you been crying again and she held you close to her, letting you cry on her shoulders. “It’s okay, I’m safe. He can’t get to us anymore…” she pulled back and saw you were looking around scared, and she put a hand on your cheek to make you look at her.

“I’ll repeat this as many times as you want, I’ll sleep with you as many times as you want. We’re okay now. Nothing or no one is going to hurt me or you because we’re safe now. But I’m gonna need you to get better, because as much as I love seeing people suffer, seeing you suffer is horrible so please, get better for me” you nodded at her words and hugged her.

#jenna ortega #wednesday #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader

[pengychan]

[Our Flag Means Death] The Lost Unicorn, Pt. 1

Title: The Lost Unicorn Summary: Weakened by the gunshot wound, Izzy falls behind during the escape and is captured. The good news is that the navy surgeon can keep him alive. The bad one is that he's now live bait for the crew of the Revenge. Characters: Izzy Hands, Ed Teach, Stede Bonnet, Crew of the Revenge, Ricky Barnes Rating: T All chapters are tagged as 'lost unicorn' on my blog.

Do I already have WIPs I should be working on? Yes. Do I know exactly where this is going? No. And yet here we are.

***

Looking back later on, Izzy Hands wouldn't quite be able to recall the moment he’d collapsed. 

It must have been close enough to the beach because he could almost smell it, the sea and salt in the air. He’d tried to focus on that and ignore everything else - the searing pain in his side, the slickness of blood seeping through his fingers, the cobwebs of darkness starting to cloud the edges of his vision.

He was going to die, he’d been certain that the second the shot had rang out and he’d felt the burn of hot lead in his gut - but please, he’d thought, please, let it be on the Revenge. Let it be at sea. 

But if there was a God anywhere - the one his mother had taught him about, or any other - he’d never been much inclined to listen to his pleas. Today was no exception: next thing he knew he was on the ground, leaves beneath him and trees around him. He felt very heavy and very light at the same time, none of his limbs responding as they should, and he was so very cold.

He’d managed to look up, and he’d seen someone’s back - Ed, it was Ed - but he hadn’t seen him collapse, and Izzy did not call out. He’d turn back for him if he did, or at least Izzy wanted to believe he would, and if he did… if he did…

I’d slow him down. They’d get us both, he’d thought, and let his head drop back on the ground with a groan. The darkness in his vision grew, blotting out everything else. He heard steps, and voices - ‘We got one of them!’ - but it was all so very distant. When someone grabbed him to yank him up, he’d gone cold all over and even pain couldn’t reach him anymore. His head lolled back as someone shook him. Quite rudely, too.

“In the name of King George--”

“Oh, fuck off,” Izzy grunted, and everything went dark.

***

“WE DID IT!”

Blood rushing in his ears, Stede Bonnet wasn’t sure whose voice cried that out; all he knew was that the next second more voices were joining in, a collective wordless cry of triumph, which he joined the second he clambered aboard the Revenge. 

He almost fell on his face in the process, really, but Ed caught him before that happened and no one noticed, busy as they were hugging and cheering. Jim was also kissing Archie fully on the mouth, and Stede turned to Ed to suggest they did that too, only for Ed to wordlessly turn, cup his cheek and, indeed, do that. 

It made Stede just a little weak on the knees, particularly when Ed pulled back and smiled. “That,” he said, “was the best fuckery I’ve ever seen.”

Stede grinned back and leaned in for another kiss. Unfortunately, it was not to be. 

“We’re not out of danger yet!” Auntie snapped, causing the cheering to die down a little. “We’re still within firing range, get this ship moving!”

Ah, right, that. Stede sighed, and turned from Ed. The sooner they were well away from the British navy, the sooner he and Ed could resume… interrupted business. “We’ll be off right away. Izzy, will you-- Izzy?”

Stede’s eyes scanned the deck and so did the crew’s, the cheering now definitely gone as they looked at each other in confusion and then - as they counted each other and came up one short, as Lucius rushed to the side to look back at the rowboats they’d arrived in only to find them empty - there was quiet, dawning comprehension. 

“Izzy?”

“No, it can’t--”

“Where is he?”

“He wasn’t on your boat?”

“I saw him just before we got to the beach…!”

“He must have fallen behind, with that leg--”

Something very heavy and very cold sank into Stede’s stomach. He turned to see Ed looking back at him, eyes wide, jaw slack. “They got him,” Ed said, as though trying out words in a foreign language. “They got Izzy.”

There were shouts on the shore, and navy officers were storming the beach, just a few minutes too late. The crew had left no rowboats for them to follow, but several were already taking aim with their rifles and a few more were running back, surely to get to one of the warships anchored at the arbor. 

As shots rang out, none of them hitting the ship, Ed turned fully to look back and scowled, anger looming behind his eyes like a thunderstorm. 

“I’ll go get him back,” he growled, and stepped towards the ladder like he fully intended to get in the water, swim his way to the beach, and mow down half an army of navy officers. Which to be honest was probably his plan. 

“What-- no, we need to get away now,” Stede spoke up, rushing to put a hand on his shoulder. “Ed, it would be suicide--”

Ed turned to look at him, and Stede trailed off. The anger was still there, but most of all he looked haunted. “Stede, if they got him it was my fault.”

“How would it--”

“I fucked his leg up, that’s got to be why he fell behind. I have to--”

More shots, and this time one whizzed past them to hit the mast. It got the paralyzed crew to move at last, getting the ship ready to lift anchor and move out of reach. Ed swallowed, looking around. “No. Please, I can’t leave--”

“We’ll get him back,” Stede cut him off, squeezing his shoulder. “We’ll think of something, Ed. No one on this ship is going to just leave Izzy in their grasp. Isn’t that right?” he called to the crew over his shoulder, getting back a lot of grim gazes, some nods, and Jim’s voice. 

“Of course we’re getting our unicorn back,” they said, to more nods and mutters of agreement from the others, and that was it.

… Well, there was the Swede loudly asking since when was Izzy an unicorn and what had he missed, but Stede supposed the crew could fill him in later. And him too, really, since he had no idea what this unicorn thing was all about. For now, however, he focused on Ed.

“We’ll lose them and then go right back for him. I promise. And then we’ll be regretting it because he’s going to be absolutely insufferable,” he added. Ed made a brave attempt at a smile. It came out more of a grimace.

“What if they didn’t catch him alive?” he whispered, and Stede’s grip on his shoulder tightened again. He gave what he hoped was an encouraging smile. 

“From what I’ve seen, Izzy is good at many things,” he said. “But staying dead is not one of them.”

***

“Oh, look. It lives.”

The words didn’t register right away, not with his own grasp on consciousness fragile as a dry leaf. He could tell he was laying on his back, that there was a ceiling above him, and little else. It told him he was no longer laying face down in the dirt, which was an improvement. 

It also told him that the British Navy got him, which was an absolute pain in the ass and not the kind he enjoyed, either.

… Speaking of actual pain, how come he was not feeling any? His head felt light, thoughts disjointed, and when he tried to move he seemed unable to.

“You’re quite lucky, you know.” 

The voice came again, and this time it did register. That twat, of course. Ricky something, minor prince of the Kingdom of Fucking Off. Maybe he should have been happy with laying face down in the dirt after all. Beat being in the hands of the navy and having to listen to fucking Pinocchio’s drivel.

“Our ship surgeon was not among the good men your friends poisoned,” Prince Whathisface continued, like anyone had fucking asked. “I felt generous enough to have him use his skills on you. Etiquette demands you utter two little words for it, I believe.”

Izzy’s mouth felt dry as bone, but not so much he couldn’t graciously offer those two little words. Let no one say Israel Hands did not follow proper etiquette.  “Fuck you.”

“... You got one of them wrong.”

“Fuck off.”

A sigh, like a long-suffering parent. “I suppose I served you that one on a silver platter, didn’t I? And to think I was going to offer some water,” he commented. Suddenly he was gripping Izzy’s chin, forcing him to turn. Vision slowly clearing, he could see the noseless fuck sitting on a chair by a cot he’d been laid onto, likely in one of the rooms at Spanish Jackie’s. 

He could see his wooden leg against the opposite wall, too, and feel the cold of a mental manacle around one wrist as well as the tightness of bandages around his stomach.

He was going absolutely nowhere, that was for sure. 

“Waste of your fucking time,” Izzy spat. “Patching up someone you’re going to-- hang either way.”

A shrug, and Prince Syphilis stood. “Yes, well. I never said we ought to hang you right away. You know, I thought long and hard about what you told me today. You remember your moving speech, I am sure?”

“That you’re a rancid, syphilitic cunt?”

“... What you said before that.”

Izzy bared his teeth in a sneer. Or at least he hoped that was what showed on his face. None of his muscles felt like it responded as it should. “Dressed in puffy, blue nighties.”

“Before that.”

“Oh, fuck off. I’m not playing games with a rich little boy.”

A scowl. “I ought to warn you, it’s quite unwise to provoke someone who single-handedly destroyed the Republic of--”

“What the fuck did you destroy? A few ships, some shacks. But you let the best crew that’s ever sailed these waters slip between your fingers.” Because you’re a fucking moron, Izzy wanted to add, but his dry throat refused to cooperate further. 

He licked his lips and it was a mistake, because the next moment Prince Noseless was pouring water from a pitcher and drinking from the glass, making direct eye contact. The absolute cunt.

“Ah, refreshing. I did need that.” A smile fake as his nose, and he put the glass down. “But yes, the crew. That’s what I was thinking about. A moving spiel, that. About belonging, and… a family to kill for, I believe you said. An interesting perspective on piracy. Although it doesn’t seem any of them stopped to help you up.”

With the mind’s eye, Izzy saw it again: Ed’s back retreating as he kept running towards the sea. He had not seen him fall; of course he had not stopped. But had he called out, would he have come back for him?

“So, it got me thinking. This is a good chance to find out if your inspired little speech was true, or only the delusion of an old pirate in a dying world.” Prince Cunt sat again, and the fake smile curled his lips once more. “You’re not alive out of the kindness of my heart, of course.”

A scoff. “If you’re trying to scare me--”

“You’re live bait, Israel Hands. If what you said is true, then your precious crew will be back for you. Of course we will be ready for them in turn, and hang them to the last man. And woman. And… whatever else is there. We’ll hang you too, obviously, but you’ll get a first-row seat to watch them go first.”

Something cold squeezed Izzy’s gut, worse than the bullet, and suddenly he didn’t know what to say. Suddenly, for the first time in years, he was scared. He tried to keep his expression steady, but something had to show. The fucking cunt’s smile widened, ugly as they come. 

“But if you were wrong, and no one comes to your rescue… then we’ll take you to Kingston to make a proper spectacle out of your execution when you pay the price for all of them. And you’ll die knowing none of them came back for you.” The scrape of a chair being pushed back, and the bastard stood. “This pirate’s tale ends with your death either way. But it will be fun, won’t it? To find out if you were right.” Steps to the door, the creak of hinges. “... And to find out which ending you fear most.”

Anger made a comeback, and it was a relief: he could handle anger far better than dread. Izzy ground his teeth, and lifted his head with a grunt of effort. “Fuck o--”

Another creak and the door was shut, a key turned into the lock. Shackled to the bed, a barely healing hole in his gut and a leg short, Izzy Hands closed his eyes and let his head fall back on the pillow. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out, and he couldn’t keep his voice from trembling.

***

[On to Part 2]

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #ricky banes #edward teach #stede bonnet #crew of the revenge #lost unicorn

[hauntedwitch04]

My sweet little things

🎃Halloween party🎃    

Sirius Black x reader

Words: about 0.7k words

Warnings: mention of sex and bit of sex, and Sirius, yes he is a warning, a bit of Wolfstar becuase they love eachother an you cannot convince otherwise 

Author’s note: Hi love! This is the third day of my party!! Hope you like this, even if it is a little short!

✒️:  "If you keep eating so many sweets you will get cavities." "I eat you out practically every day and my teeth are practically perfect."

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Halloween is drawing ever closer at Hogwarts, and already the first treats are beginning to appear on the tables in the Great Hall. You, like every night are having dinner with your friends and your boyfriend, Sirius. You are discussing with Remus about the latest book you have decided to read, when you see the older Black competing with his brother to see who can eat the most treats in one minute. You excuse yourself for a moment from Remus and touch your shoulder to your boyfriend, who turns away in surprise.

"Love I can't right now, I'm proving to this little monster that I'm still capable of eating as much candy as I did when I was a kid." He says with a serious air, then turns around again to finish the challenge. You can do nothing but frown in confusion and turn back to your friend with whom you were talking just now. Remus can do nothing but laugh at your expression.

"You're his girlfriend, not me. It's all your business, I'm more designated to be his babysitter since you were chosen." He says between laughs.

"I remind you that you had a crush on him too, and you might have been in my situation yourself." You try to counter, unable to hold back your laughter.

"And I thank God every day that I got over it, even though without being his boyfriend I had to babysit him for years." The boy replies, rolling his eyes as you both die from laughter on the benches of the hall. You are interrupted by the cries of joy from Sirius, who, with a face expressing the joy of a child on the playground, stands up on the table and begins to do a strange victory dance, while still having his mouth smeared with treats.

"Sirius! Get down from there before McGonnal sees you!" You say in a whisper to him.

"Minnie loves me too much to ground me for the 20th time this week." He answers by coming down, residing beside you, looking at you with eyes filled with love.

"Sirius...it's Tuesday today." You continue with an exasperated air as you wipe his mouth with a napkin. "If you keep eating so many sweets you will get cavities." You continue, looking him in the eye. He looks at you, and then gives a sly grin, and you already know that what he will say will certainly be unconscionable and clever.

"I eat you out practically every day and my teeth are practically perfect." He replies before leaving you a kiss on the cheek and getting up in a hurry, leaving the Great Hall, followed by the laughter of your friends as you blush.

"Sirius! Know that if I catch you, you're a dead man!" You shout in remorse as you fail to notice McGonnal walking past you. Immediately you shush and apologize, but she looks at you and smiles and winks, before saying:

"In case this fateful murder happens miss, I would be more than willing to give you an alibi, a place to bury him and a hand in doing this last thing."

You smile and she with you, before she continues her way along the tables in the Hall to check on the boys.

"Again, thank God I'm not in your place." Remus continues, before adding. "Although part of me is jealous, because is Sirius so good in bed."

"Remus!?!?" Says James in a shocked voice, as you all laugh.

BONUS

You cling to the covers of the bed as you hear moans coming out of your mouth uncontrollably. Sirius's tongue grazes the most sensitive spot on your body again, and for a second you feel as if you could touch the sky with your finger. You feel his hands on your thighs, holding them still as he savors you.

"God, I told you this is so much better than all the sweets in the world. This is my sweet little thing, just mine. Right honey?" He asks, pleased to see the effect it has on you.

"Sirius, please I need more. I need to come." You beg him, ignoring his words.

"At your command honey." He replies.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black fluff #sirius being sirius #sirius black x you #marauders x reader #marauders imagine #marauders fluff #maraurders #marauders smut #becky's writing #becky's halloween party

[teddybeartoji]

MICKEYYY i’m sneaking out of my blanket fort… leaving a treat and some flowers on ur bed (ominously)……. 🥞🌻🌷🌹🛌 i hope ur day is going super nicely !! :33 IT’S TECHNICALLY SPRING HOW R WE FEELING it’s still gray n sludgy here :((( but i hope it’s better where u are !!!

anyway anyway i just wanted to check in w u BUT i also wanted to ask….. what hq ep are u on + who r ur faves so far ?? 👀👀 idk if u’ve met noya and asahi yet but i love them sm they’re my pookies. IT’S SUCH A FEEL-GOOD SHOW ISN’T IT it makes me smile sm too !! T—T

ily mickey i’m crawling back into the blanket fort (sneakily) (ominously)….. tell armin i love him <3

ARIIIIII MY LITTLE IRIS<33333333 i love me some ominous flowers mwahahahaha thank you they're so beautiful!!!!! IT'S VERY MUCH SPRING HERE TODAY!!!! idk how long that's gonna last but today is super super good!!! it's sunny and it's not too cold either wahhhhh i'm automatically feeling so fresh n hyped lmao I'M GONNA SEND SOME OF THE SUN TO YOU THOUGH I'LL CUT IT IN HALF AND YOU'LL GET THE BIGGER SIDE I PROMISE!!!!!

here's the guy!!!! we just went outside we both wanted to feel the sun<333333 i wanted to go to the park but uhhhh my period kinda has me in lockdown though💀💀💀 fuck that bitch but even that little piece of sun made me feel so much better already🌻🌻🌻🌻

HQQQQQQQQQ I LOVE IT SOOOOO MUCH!!!!! i'm currently on season2 ep 12!!!!! I DON'T THINK I CAN PICK A FAVOURITE THOUGHHHHHH LIKE I LOVE THEM ALL THEY'RE ALL A BUNCH OF CUTIES ok maybe hinata is my favourite................ HOW COULD HE NOT BEEEEEEEEE HE'S A LITTLE RAY OF SUNSHINEE I NEED TO PUT HIM IN MY POCKET he gets so excited over everything and ahhhh he just means the world to me.....

i was gonna make fun of his height the other day bc he really is super tiny next to all of the other players but that was until he said that he's 163cm and................................................................................. i can't really make fun of him if we're LITERALLY the same height now can i.....💀

pls i almost cried already too...... the eps with tsukishima and his brother:((((((((((((((( when he saw that he wasn't even on the court:(((( yeah that got me a little bit but i'm so happy that he's more comfortable on the team now and that he's enjoying it!!!!!!!! i love him.

kuroo is so funny too............. hehehhehehe gojo has transformed into a high schooler....................................... pls the scene where tsukki asks him why is he even giving them advice when they're techically rivals and he just goes "well, i've just always been a really nice person" as the lighting is making him seem like some angel ahsghghasghaghah so silly i loved it a lot

WAITT BUT I ALSO LOVE NOYA AND ASAHI AAAAAAAAAAAA i've never loved the whole cast of a show this is kinda crazy. everybody being so afraid of asahi just bc of his size is so funny poor guy lmao ALSO bc you know i'm on my voice actor bs did u know that asahi's va is the guy who also voices kunikida??????????????????? SO COOL

OHHHHH ANDD WHEN HINATA AND KAGEYAMA FINALLY GOT THAT FAST ATTACK RIGHT???????????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THAT WAS SOOOOO CUTE I LOVE HOW EXCITED THEY ALL GET WHEN THEY GET A POINT and i love how much they all praise each other all around????? "nice receive" and "don't worry about it" and "we got the next one"????????????????? wahhhh it really is a feel good show my cheeks hurt from watching it

i think i have an extra soft spot for sugawara too!!!!! he deserves his own little mention he's a sweetheart

THIS GOT SO LONG AGAIN WHEWW BUT I REALLY AM ENJOYING IT I LOVE THEM ALLL SO SO SO MUCH they all deserve a good hair ruffle (coach ukai is getting a cheek kiss he's so fine) WAIT ALSO I LOVE THE GIRLS!!! THE MANAGERS!!!!! THEY'RE SO SWEET OH AND TAKEDA TOOO FUCKKK I JUST LOVE EVERYBODY OKAY<333

too much love i might die ari please hold me..... cue very dramatic sigh.... IS YOUR BLANKET FORT COMFY DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE IT BIGGER? BETTER? DO YOU WANT MORE SNACKS? TEA? COFFEE? MORE PILLOWS MORE BLANKETS????????? I NEED TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE FEELING GOOD THIS IS A MUST!!!! YOU'RE MY NR.1 PRIORITY!!!!!!! anyway i hope the sun will come out soon for you too i'm making the call rn I LOVE YOUUUU<333333

#unbelievable i didn't mention oikawa :OOOOOOO #he's in my head though.................. #i miss him i haven't seen him in.............. #a few episodes.................. #where is my dipshit pretty boy i need him back #WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLOVE U ARIII #I HOPE YOUR DAY IS GOING SO WELL!!!!! #I HOPE YOU SLEPT WELL TOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #MWAH MWAH MWAH #ari <3 #friends!!

[jacobseedz]

Not this time - J.S

summary: deputy wants to take away the only man you care for, but you ain’t gonna let him. /female reader!

It was a hot, sunny day, in Hope County, Montana. Birds were chirping since the crack of dawn, wild animals were running around the woods, sometimes even on roads, stumbling into innocent and the not so innocent citizens. But now, that was beside the point. Today was the day Jacob and the Deputy would stand face to face in a battle.

There's was a terrible feeling inside your bones, you felt it since Jacob told you about his "grand" dumb plan. Never in your life have you feared for someone as much as you feared for Jacob in that moment.

"Don't worry, pup. I'll be back in no time." The way he said it didn't really convince you, and neither did him.

It was as if, he's already accepted his fate, that there was no coming back, no more cuddly mornings, no more sweet, domestic moments with your husband. And that scared you. How could he be so calm, when he knew he had someone waiting for him? What about you, Joseph and John?

That night he told you, you cried into his arms, pleading him not to go, because both of you knew, that it would be the deputy coming back victorious.

"Jake, please. Don't do this, I need you. Fuck, Jacob I love you, I don't want to loose you..."

"I... I love you too. But, you know this is my purpose, I have to do it, for my family, for you, to keep you all safe. I have to try, at least." he responded timidly, stroking your hair, as you sobbed into his neck.

It always made him frown, he never liked seeing you in pain, but he knew that was something he's been training for his whole life, since his childhood to adulthood.

"Fuck your purpose. I need you, you can't leave me... I'm afraid." you whispered back. Finally, you glanced up at his tired face.

"You'll be fine, pup. I know you will. You're my strong, girl. You'll find someone else, younger, maybe not as strong as me.." he winked, at which you scowled and hit his arm quite harshly. "..someone that'll make you happy.."

"I don't want anyone else, I want you Jacob.. Only you."

He was so much older than you, almost old enough to be your father, and you? You had a life ahead of you, places to see, people to love and connect with. How could you love an old ex-military soldier, with several marks and rashes scarring his whole body? Jacob still couldn't believe how someone like you, could love a man like him. Unbelievable.

"I know, pup. I know. You know I have a hard time expressing my feelings, but you're my only one, and I'll always love you. You're the light of my life. Even if I won't be here anymore, I'll always be by your side, watching over you."

You closed your eyes, his words rang in your head, like a goddamn prayer, never wanting to leave. And that made it so much more painful.

But not this time. You wouldn't let the goddamn, fucker get to you man.

Taking out your radio and called your wingman, the only person you could trust with what you were about to do, and that person was John fucking Seed.

"Okay, Johnny boy, I ain't letting my man die today, so you better fucking bring me backup and an emergency medic in case J gets caught in the fire."

"First of all, don't call me that. It's humiliating, second of all, yes ma'am, I wouldn't want Jacob strangling me if his little wifey got shot. I look too good to be dead yet."

You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless. He really was the best wingman. After all, you and Jacob happened just because of him.

"Do you see him?" John asked, muffled voices could be heard in the background. His men were probably on their way.

It would've been easier for you to get Jacobs men, but unfortunately, that massive dickhead forbade them for responding to your orders this day, even in a life or death matter.

You took out your red rifle, it matched Jacobs, since he was the one to personalise it and gift it to you. "Eyes on the fucking target. Bitchass is getting their head thrown outta their shoulders today, no one, fucking no one messes with Mrs. Seed." You growled, watching the deputy through the sniper visor.

"Woah! Easy there, tiger. I might add another sin to your delicate skin, for all that cussing.. what do you think.. wrath?" He teased. You knew he was trying to ease your nerves, but right in this moment, you were ready to smack his head.

Sweat dripped down your forehead, you saw the deputy was moving closer and closer to Jacob. If you weren't careful enough, that sly snake might react faster than you, and end it in one minute.

Wouldn't be a clean shot, you thought, as trees were blocking your view. And you wanted that fucker down forever.

"John, i need your men coming from the trees, in case our beloved rook decided to bail."

"On it."

Watching the deputy carefully, you saw them get shot in the arm.

"Good one, Jake. Now please, aim for his head, for fucksake!" you whisper-yelled, hoping somehow he'd telepathically get the message.

Suddenly the Deputy left your eyes sight, which made you internally panic.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!"

"Y/N? What's going on?" came Johns worried voice on the radio.

"I fucking lost them!"

Tears were welling up in your eyes. A sudden thought of waking up in the morning alone, made you nearly throw up.

You're strong, pup. Cull the weak.

That's what Jacob would say. And that's what you were about to do.

Quickly, you gathered your rifle, and moved from where you are, going closer to Jacobs location.

"John, I'm going in. Bye."

"What? Wait, Y/N, n-" before he could end his sentence, you turned off the radio.

Observing your surroundings, you quickly crossed a rocky path, nearing Jacobs location. Voices could be heard, from where you were, which was worrisome. Were they fist fighting? Was one of them dead? What the hell was happening? You needed to get there as soon as possible.

At this point you stopped caring if you were loud, Jacobs safety was your top priority, so you threw your rifle on your back, and took out a knife, the handle was handmade by your redhead, a wolf carved at the very head of it, a reminder of your very, at that moment, stupid husband.

"My brother saw all this coming." you heard him. He was panting, completely out of breath. You slowed down, quieting every step you took.

"I don't know if he talks to god.. that doesn't matter. He was right."

It was the moment you saw him, leaning on a big rock, one arm bleeding, the other one clutching his chest. But what hit you the most were his eyes.. the relief behind them.., how tired he was with all of Joseph's and the worlds bullshit. He saw the deputy as a fucking saviour. And that scared the shit out of you.

"Humanity is once again... in crisis."

Deciding, that you've heard enough of his bullshit, you moved forward, bringing the knife closer. Since the deputy stood right in front of you, focused on your husband, you took the chance and stabbed them once, then twice, then another two times in the back, ignoring their cries of protest and desperate wriggling. After maybe your tenth stab, you couldn't remember at that point, you pushed their body, watching it fall lifeless to the ground.

Jacob watched the scene unfold with wide eyes, a hint of admiration behind them.

"Pup? The fuc-"

"Shut up." you growled, never leaving your eyes off of the deputy, but walking closer towards Jacob.

Without hesitation, you took Jacobs gun from his jacket and shot the deputy's lifeless body two times, just to be sure he somehow wouldn't come back from the dead and kill both of them.

"Okay, John. I need a fucking medic asap, or I'll fucking whoop your ass."

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, but he won't be after I'm done with him."

"We'll be there soon. Don't bruise him too much." he laughed, worry still evident in his voice.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, "really, don't worry, he's fine. Just.. just be quick."

"Now, you." You turned towards the stunned man, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Sometimes I wonder if you have a fucking brain, the fuck were you thinking out there? Hey I'm Jacob Seed, the oldest and strongest brother, I'm just gonna go alone and kill the deputy, even though he single handed killed a hundred of our people, with a yellow smiley faced shoved! I'm brilliant and so is my plan!”

You yelled, pacing back and forth, shooting glances at the dead deputy from time to time.

"You could've brought at least three men, hidden them in the woods, hell, put them in a goddamn chopper, in case!"

Finally, you looked at your husband. He was at a complete loss of words, yet had a small smirk on his handsome, but stupid face.

"I like it when you're angry, it's hella sexy." was the only thing he said.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

He chuckled, then gave a full belly laugh, which made him cough a little bit and clutch his chest tighter, "I love you, woman."

"I love you too, you big pile of stupidness"

Both of you chuckled. Walking up to him, the adrenaline finally came down, tears streamed down your face freely, sobs taking over your body. It was so close, so close to loosing the only person you'd give up your life for.

"Come 'ere."

His strong arms wrapped around your body, giving you a sense of love and security, and most of all it helped you realise that he's in fact alive and still with you.

"I'm so damn proud of you, pup. You're the strongest person I know, I couldn't be more happy to spend the rest of my life with you. You're my one, and only you. Only you. Remember that. I'll never leave your side, you're mine, as much as I'm yours. I love you."

"Mhm.. I love you too, Jake. But promise me, promise you'll never do anything dumb, like you did today."

He chuckled, "promise."

Soon after, John and his men found you both, Joseph trailing behind them, both brothers wearing worried expressions, but instantly relaxing upon seeing Jacob alive, with an uncharacteristic smile on his face, holding you for dear life.

"She really is made for him, isn't she Joe?" said John, watching his medic take care of Jacobs wound.

Joseph didn't say anything, just smiled in response, glad to see his brother find happiness in this broken world.

Of course, It took some time and persuasion to make your husband stay at home for at least two weeks, but in the end, he never could say no to your puppy eyes.

So here you were, laying in bed, your head on Jacobs chest, his large arm resting on your waist, trailing random shapes on your skin.

"Do you regret what I did?" you asked, in a small voice.

There was a pause in Jacobs breathing, you couldn't see his face in the darkness, but he probably had his "thinking/focused" face.

"No. Do you?"

"Honestly? Fuck no. But, when I was up there, I saw your face, you looked relived... I don't know, to be dead? To finally be free from the pain and duties.."

He sighted, "I... I felt relived, in a strange way. But at the same time, I was scared of loosing my family. It's so important to me, especially since you came into my life, I never thought I'd find love, or that I'd be worthy of loving.."

"Of course you are! There's so many good things about you. And don't interrupt me."

He instantly shut his mouth and chuckled, you knew him too well.

"You literally make my life so much better, brighter. I know you may not believe me, but I love you so much, that I'd be willing to give up my life for you. I just can't imagine it without you. There would be something missing, like a last piece of puzzle that got lost.. you make me whole." you confessed, hiding your burning face into his neck.

Adding, "I really thought I lost you today, I was ready to throw it all and do anything to make sure you come back home alive, because without you, my life is pointless."

"Nothing ever will take me from your side, I promise you that."

With that, both of you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms with big, fat smiles on your faces.

#jacob seed #far cry 5 #john seed #farcry5 #jacob seed x reader #john seed x reader #jacob seed x fem!reader

[lutawolf]

Twin Flames that Burn Each Other

People are drawn towards others who complement them in good and bad ways, for their strengths and their weaknesses. We often look for those that match our achievements and failures. This includes seeking those with complementary emotional and mental wounds. Basically, complex trauma survivors will partner with someone else that matches their trauma. We then describe this magnetic pull towards one another as chemistry. If this relationship occurs between two partners with unresolved traumatic wounds, this type of chemistry can be volatile and explosive.

Whether the trauma was physical, sexual, or emotional, the impact can show up in a host of relationship issues. Survivors often believe deep down that no one can really be trusted. That intimacy is dangerous, and that a loving attachment is an impossible dream. Many tell themselves they are broken and not good enough. 

Yet many survivors are desperate for love and protection that they have never received before. While still being fueled by fears of abandonment and mistrust. They will often completely ignore appropriate boundaries in their desires to find happiness. As a result, patterns of intense, unstable relationships occur. This could be the continuation of abuse or where the survivor is at further risk of repeated victimization and disillusionment in adult life.

Both Vegas and Pete are ill equipped to deal with the storm that is their relationship. Pete is spiraling due to their intimacy. Meanwhile Vegas is locked in a cycle of abuse and has no idea how to negotiate any kind of relationship. He as clumsy as a newborn child, one with sociopathic tendencies. Still, they are magnets pulled to each other. Because of this, Pete is constantly trying to reach out to Vegas.

Then Vegas pushed Pete too far. Pete was already losing his shit over Vegas chaining him again, but he still asked Vegas to leave and come with him to the Main family. Vegas lashes out but it's his emotional trauma that broke Pete and caused him to move past his love.

"Don't you ever think that just because we had sex that you could say anything" This, is the moment that Pete cries. It wasn't the physical, remember he comes from a world where physical punishment is a thing. No, it's because he gave himself to Vegas. He handed himself over and Vegas just said it meant nothing.

"Anyhow, your just my pet" and Pete cries harder. Then Pete says "A guy like you will never regret" aka a guy like you will never change. He realizes he was a fool to have stayed. Vegas isn't going to change, and he can't live like this, in this cycle of abuse. "Kill me jerk" "You want to die so much, huh? I'll kill you as you wish." Pete has never not once been scared of death. He has welcomed it with open arms. What is hurting him now is that he gave himself to a man that he loves, and that man is threatening him. Continues to threaten him over and over.

Pete says that he has nothing left "Not even my humanity" that's when it clicks for Vegas, that he has become his father. His mouth parts on an I'm sorry because he knows he is in the wrong. Pete interrupts him before he can talk though. Pete says "Right now, I feel useless, no, I've always been useless. I never exist." He is saying that he saw Vegas, but he never existed to him and now he knows it. He is saying that he thought he was someone, but Vegas has proven that was a lie. "I don't have anything left within me" I loved you, but it's gone. Vegas whispers' Pete's name in devastation now.

"I can't take myself anymore, vegas" I can't take the pain of the past and the pain of the present. "If you don't kill me today, I'll do it myself" Because I would rather die than keep up the cycle.

Vegas fights Pete for the knife but Pete wins. Vegas throws his hands up "Pete, Pete, okay you win" "Pete, I'm sorry" He has heard everything Pete said between his words. That he has destroyed what Pete gave him. He is desperate. "Don't leave me, I'm begging you" Vegas can tell that Pete is done and broken.

"I'm human, Vegas." Pete saying that he wanted Vegas to see him as human, as someone. "I have feelings" Peta wanted Vegas to see and care about his feelings. Vegas now realizing what he has done, scared he is going to watch Pete kill himself. He begs "Can we start over, just you and me" now he is ready to leave because he wants to keep Pete. He had gotten used to Pete wanting to be there. Cause the bolt cutters always been there. "I need you, Pete. Just you and me" I'll leave like you wanted to do before. Pete no longer trusts Vegas' words though.

"Need me? For emotional projection, like a pet with no feelings?" Vegas finally realizing how bad he fucked up, that he has broken his already broken love. He whispers no while taking the knife from Pete. He can't live with him not in this world.

"Then what is this" showing the cuffs. Because the cuffs were security for Vegas but for Pete, they are a reminder of the past. That's when Vegas finally realizes that his boy is just as, if not more damaged than him. Because the bolt cutters have been right there. "Okay Pete" but he is still more worried about himself than Pete because all he can think about is he is about to be abandoned. He had found security in Pete wanting to stay despite his unworthiness. He pushed Pete too far though and he knows it. He begs Pete to promise not to leave him, but Pete can't promise because he is done. One last kiss, one last touch. Vegas "stay with me" Pete sucking in a breath, the pain because as much as he loves Vegas he can't. He touches his face and caresses his lips.

Pete apologizes as he knocks Vegas out. He stares at his hand that hit him. The pain immeasurable. He takes the keys and frees himself. Pete crying the entire time he escapes.

#kinnporsche luta #vegaspete luta #luta opinions #coconuts mafia

[doesitmatterluv]

♤The Warrior And The King♤

The temple was filled with sounds of chanting and music as the tinkling of footsteps got louder. Just as the Warrior finished the pooja, the steps came to a stop.  “Vanathi, what brings you here?” it was early in the morning so Athreya was suspicious on why Kundhavai’s friend was here. “Akka, I have been told to inform you that you have been summoned to the court room in Thanjai today evening.” She stopped in her movements from applying kunkumam , she can’t leave Nandini to go to Thanjai. She took a deep breath, “Do you know why I have been summoned?” she asked as she resumed her tasks, she can just take Nandini with her.

“I am not sure akka, I think it’s about Nandini and the Elder Prince.” Letting out a sigh of resignation she nodded in acceptance. She knew that something was going to happen.

○Thanjai Palace 16 years ago, Aditha Karikalan’s birth.

Loud screams filled the usually silence filled palace. The flames danced as the rain felt endless. The blood red moon made the King’s heart thump, not knowing if this was a good sign. The shadows creeped around adding to the King’s anxiousness. The screams got louder until they stopped, the few moments of silence felt like a millennia of torture to the King’s heart, until cries of a small creature filled the air. The shadows that creeped disappeared in the King’s perspective as a midwife approached him smiling until her face split.

“A Prince has risen.” She answered the unspoken question. “And both the mother and child are healthy.” Sundara Chola could finally breathe. Maybe the blood moon was an auspicious sign afterall.

As he rushed inside to his wife, his mind went through names for the prince, until it stopped on a thought, “let the queen name him.” He thought. The flame flickered shining on the Queen’s already glowing face, her tired face filled with a beautiful smile. In her arms she held a bundle of cries. His beautiful son.

Names, politics, the throne and every other thought left his mind as he held his wife feeling blessed. He couldn’t ask for more.

The palace was unusually noisy as servants ran around, decorating the place with marigolds. The news of the birth of a Prince spread fast. The whole kingdom was engaged in rituals, prayers and hopes for a righteous and just prince, a brave warrior and a great King.

At the same time in an other part of the empire a 4 year old was looking for her lost mother. Her golden eyes terrified and teary. All she knew was that a man took her mother away. This was normal but it was the first time she didn’t return for a whole day. She probably was at the place with drunk men and loud shouting and the women with no clothes. Poor them she was glad she and her mother could got clothes from the men that took her away.

As she entered the brothel, some were startled at the entry of a child, some who knew her mother didn’t react much. She moved along a well known path where she knew her mother would be, normally crying or naked but sometimes she had a lot of money. As she entered the familiar room she saw her mother lying down, she was probably tired, she climbed up the bed to wake her.

“Amma, wake up I am hungry.” The 4year old didn’t notice the blood. She didn’t notice the rigid muscles or the cold temperature. She didn’t notice the lack of breathing for a long time. She held on to her delusion for some more time until she burst out crying. She might be young but not young enough or naïve enough to know what to do next. She took the money bag and the her mother’s mangalsutra for her memory, it wasn’t gold afterall.

If she doesn’t leave one day she would also die a death like her mother, she knows because her mother told her. She knows she has to go far away or the men will take her too, afterall they don’t care about age.

The child ran through the forest with her meager belongings in cloth bag. She knew this had to happen, her dreams always came true. She also dreamt about a warrior whom she will save, she hopes that comes true it would mean that the men were not able to take her.

She moved towards what looked like light, she could her chanting and bells. Was that heaven? Did she die on the way? She couldn’t understand before she fell to the ground, unconscious.

After a grand feast to celebrate the birth of a prince, the palace was filled with laughter and cries of a child. The new parents were content before they were interrupted by a servant. “ Your Highness, the Priest wants to meet you, as soon as convenient.” He panted.

With the same happy smile, feeling as if he can take over the world the King replied “Why? Is everything alright?” the servant was worried on what it meant for the royal family and the empire “A prophecy has been spoken.” His heart dropped.

Golden eyes opened, surrounded by chanting and the smell of jasmine incense. As she sat up, she saw a glorious statue of Shiva being bathed in milk, ghee and flowers. “You are awake child, are you well?” asked a aged woman. “Yes thaiye, I am but where am I?” The woman hummed not answering her and checked her body for wounds. “You, my dear are in Shivan Kovil at the border of Kadambur.”

Before she could speak, her stomach grumbled “Thaiye, may I have something to eat?” the woman did not speak but instead left and soon came back with a plate of food. She ate with vigour of a wild animal. The plate was clean very fast “Child, I will not ask how you hot hurt but rest assured you don’t have to go back there. My name is maithili, what is yours?” The child looked sad and answered “I do not have a name thaiye. Can u name me?” The woman pitied the poor child and then thought “How about Athreya?”

A prince is born, a warrior has risen and a prophecy has been made.

Note: Thaiye means mother. Athreya was named by her Thaiye and not her Amma. Athreya name is actually a male name but I like the meaning very much so

Athreya - Name Of A Sage; Clever; Receptacle Of Glory.

Her story is much more tragic than you would have imagined, tbh it was 3am motivation I actually had a plan of making her a lost princess but it's overused. @whippersnappersbookworm @sambaridli @thelekhikawrites @nspwriteups

#aditha karikalan #ponniyin selvan #nandini #orginal character #the warrior and the king #athreya

[catiecat1320]

Beginnings

Gift for @son1c, one of my favorite Tumblr people! This story is set in their 10verse.

………………

Sails was having a terrible day.

He was crouched behind one of the many crates on deck, attempting to hide from the twin foxes that always seemed to get a kick out of bullying him. Today, Clash and Smash were particularly peeved and Sails just knew they would take it out on him. He had successfully avoided them all day, but now, things were going downhill.

Golden yellow ears pricked up at the sound of thumping footsteps. Sails curled up and held his breath, hugging his twin tails tightly. 

“Where be that freak?” One of the twins growled. “I know yer here!” 

A sudden woosh sounds out, followed by a crash as the crate is tossed aside, leaving Sails exposed. Oh, no, no, no. Clash yells in triumph and Smash runs over. “Found ye!”

Sails lets out a squeak as the twins yank on both his tails, hard. “S-stop… please, I’m sorry… What did I do bad?”

“Bad? Ye be born, that be what!” Clash said as he pushed the little fox to the ground. “Ya little freak.”

Smash goes to get something before coming back, a malicious gleam in his eye. “Say, why don’t we solve yer problem fer ya?” He reveals the length of rope in his hand, as well as an iron weight. Clash cackled as Sails stared in horror, realizing just what the two had planned.

“W-wait. Please! I’m sorry! W-we can talk about this!” But Sails’ cries went unheard as the twins restrained him and tied him firmly.

“Ye ain’t gettin’ out of this one. Freak.” Clash taunted as his twin scooped Sails up and carried him over to the stern. Despite his best efforts to wriggle out of Smash’s grasp, Sails was still very stuck. 

Dangling over the edge of the water, the ocean had never looked so daunting. Sails could already feel the cold, unforgiving water surrounding him. Drowning him. “No. No! Please! Have mercy! Ah!”

Clash and Smash wore identical smirks as they tossed him overboard. “Buh-bye!” They shout in unison.

In the split second Sails was airborne, he spotted a speck in the sky. It seemed to be getting closer; diving downward, fast.

Then the ocean swallowed him whole.

………………

Diving into the ocean was not on Gale’s to do list for today. Then again, life is unpredictable when you’re literally the stuff of legends.

He’d been exploring for a while now and just on his way home (a half submerged metal tube thing he discovered one day and claimed as his own) when he heard commotion from a ship down below. He descended to check it out… only to find two dickheads throwing a fox kit overboard. 

Fury surged within him, and the wind picked up in response to his emotions. He wanted to toss them into the ocean tied up to see how they liked it. But that would have to wait.

Without another thought, Gale tucked in his wings, propelling himself toward the ocean and inevitably giving the ship’s crew a shock. He made a mental note to come back and give them a piece of his mind. 

He hit the water with a fwoosh, the cold slapping him in the face. Ugh. Had he mentioned how much he hated the ocean? Now, where was that fox kit?…

There. Gale could make out a squirming yellow figure sinking into the depths. He awkwardly paddled toward them, hoping to catch up before they sank too far for him to reach.

(Yes, he lived in a world of water. Yes, he couldn’t swim. Shut up.)

………………

Sails tried to keep calm to conserve his air, but that was kind of hard to do when you’re about to die. He struggled uselessly against his bonds, hoping to free himself. His lungs burned with the effort. Was there any chance that he’d make it? 

Out of the corner of his eye, Sails spots something— someone— coming closer. The fox stills, his own sky blue eyes locking onto glowing emerald in a silent plea for help.

.

Gale gestures for the bound fox kit to hold still as he reaches into his quills for one of the treasures he’d found earlier: an ornate knife. He had been drawn to the intricate patterns carved into it, but now he thanked fate for giving him this tool. Unsheathing it, he worked at the rope, cursing the dullness of the blade. 

.

The second Sails was free, he twisted his twin tails like a propeller and shot to the surface, gasping for air. That was close. Too close.

He turns around to thank whoever it was for saving him… only to realize that they hadn’t resurfaced. Panic fills the fox once more, and he fills his lungs with air before diving back down to check on them.

.

The little fox was now okay; however, Gale was not. He had not accounted for his inability to swim when he impulsively took a plunge to save the kit. His now waterlogged wings didn’t do him any favors while he was trying to reach the surface. It seemed that the more he paddled, the more he sank. Shit.

Then, a stream of bubbles attracted his attention. The little fox was back, swimming down to Gale with outstretched hands. Heh, the tables have turned. 

Flashing a grateful smile he wasn’t sure could be seen, he took the kit’s hands and let himself be pulled to the surface.

………………

Gale took in a lungful of air, gasping. He flailed for a second before stretching his wings out to keep afloat. Once he was sure that he wasn’t in danger of sinking, he turned to the kit. “You alright?” He asked while fishing his hat out of the water.

The fox nodded. “Thanks for savin’ me,” he murmurs. He studied Gale closely. “I’m Sails. ‘n you are…?”

“Gale! You may have heard of me. It’s nice to meet you,”  Gale replied.

Sails’ blue eyes widened in shock. “Gale? The Gale? Yer a legend! Capt’n tells us ‘bout you. You help people ‘n sink ‘em too!”

“Hmph. I only sink ships when necessary. Some people require drastic measures.” Gale explains, secretly satisfied with being recognized. “C’mon now, let’s find somewhere dry. I can’t fly with wet wings like this.”

“I gotchu!” Sails happily announced. The fox shifts, exposing his tail— or tails, in this case— before twirling them really fast. Within seconds, Sails is airborne, to Gale’s pleasant surprise. He hangs on tightly to the kit as they lift up out of the water completely and head towards a nearby islet.

“Why, aren’t you full of surprises? You can fly with your tails?”

Sails winces at the word tails, clearly uncomfortable talking about it. Gale has a sneaking suspicion that his extra appendage had played a hand in him getting thrown overboard. Rage pools in his gut, but he quickly tamps it down, opting to give the fox his support instead.

“Hey. Whatever they said to you, ignore it, okay? They’re a bunch of morons for not appreciating you.” Gale says as they land on the sandy beach. Sails looks at him with uncertainty, and Gale once again feels anger towards whoever did this to the little fox. “Look, Sails. I think you’re awesome.”

“Really?”

“Of course!” Gale responds, scooting closer and ruffling yellow bangs affectionately. “You’re brave, you’re capable, you’re probably a smartie pants too, and as a bonus, you can fly! And I’ve only known you for, like, 10 minutes; you probably can do better stuff! If that’s not awesome, I don’t know what awesome is.”

At this, Sails cracks a smile. “No one’s ever told me I’m awesome before.”

“Well, I’ll be here to tell you all the time, little buddy.” Gale replies, throwing a wing around the fox. Sails looks up at him curiously before leaning closer and wrapping his arms around Gale.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” Gale murmured, gently petting Sails as the day’s events caught up to the kit and lulled him to sleep. Looking down at the peaceful expression that graced his face, Gale vowed then and there that he wouldn’t ever let anyone harm Sails ever again.

As for the ones that have already hurt him… Gale would have to make them pay. 

The sun was rapidly setting, coloring the sky a fiery orange that matched the spark that had flared within him. Gale scoops the sleeping fox up, stretches his wings and takes off toward home, carrying what would turn out to be his greatest treasure in his arms.

#gale is my blorbo <3 #ignore the bad pirate talk #gale speaks proper english because i didn’t have any energy to translate into pirate talk #10verse my beloved #sonic #sonic prime #fanfic #gift #cross posted on ao3 #<- just because i like the format #CatieCatWorks

[holdmyhopeinyourhands]

Makhy. I have an audacious question but I ask it not to shade or mock but to genuinely have your opinion. I dont know if I’ve just been reading too much toxic shit so it’s been weighing on my mind lately. Do you think Messi ruined PSG? It breaks my heart to ask this really as I’m a huge Messi fan but I guess it’s safe to say his time with Paris has not lived up to what we imagined it to be. I get so protective of him (lol i dont even know why cause he’s like a millionaire) and sometimes all I read from PSG fans is that Messi is the reason for their downfall. As a Messi fan, I think I’ve been spoiled to never had the experience of fans wishing my fave would leave their club. I never had that experience with Barcelona. With Argentina, it was a little more complicated especially between 2014-2018 but I think the global love for Messi helped muffle the negativity of Argentines who wanted to stone him. But with PSG? It’s like everybody and their mama wants him out and hates him and blames him for their club’s current state. So this experience has really been wild to me as I find myself for the first time dealing with vitriol comments from fans who want him out of their club. 😩 This sounds really corny. But like I take it so personally. Lmaoooo I sound so pathetic. I just wish his time with Paris had been better. Wish there wasnt as much drama and toxicity. Today, I know already they will get humiliated and the thought of Messi being the face of this defeat again kills me.

I hope you are doing well Makhy. I miss you talking about football but honestly I dont blame you for taking a step back from it. It’s all so toxic these days especially with PSG. It’s become a blame game lately. Fortunately for me, I also follow a bit of F1 because of Lewis and I’m excited this season. I think whatever happens with Lewis and Merc this year, I’m just going to enjoy his presence and racing. I think watching Seb last season taught me that.

We are really watching our sporting heroes age and retire huh? It feels so overwhelming as they have defined so much of my childhood. Seeing them grow old and in the final years of their career makes me emotional. When I watch Messi play football, I still feel like a little girl. And now he’s at the age of his finals years playing elite football and I’m old. It’s cruel but also funny how time flies and suddenly we are all older.

Hello my sweetest darling. You may ask for I shall answer. Personally I've wanted Messi out of this club too. Not because I didn't like him or because he's my favorite player but because the dawning horror of knowing he doesn't 'fit' has been overwhelming. It's weirdly complicated and depressing looking at the situation from a Messi admirer but not exactly a die hard fan's perspective. When he originally was supposed to sign with us I was both super excited because wtf wow and wary because I didn't think it was such a good idea. We had so many holes in our team, Messi 100% didn't want to be here if he had any other options and our team had just gotten rid of our captain who was one of the most loyal players in the club because they felt he was getting too old. All in all, this was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. Add the Kylian situation, the neybappe strife and Kylian choosing to stay which earned him our undying loyalty and you have whatever psg is now.

Honestly, when the season first started and these idiots performed so well I nearly cried in relief because fuck, thank God it all worked out. Maybe things will calm down now, but nop, I was wrong and now here we are, disarrayed, disjointed, at each other's throat.

Messi doesn't belong here. It's not his fault and he's doing everything he can. He's working his ass off but the fans are always going to choose Kylian and I can't blame them for it. Whether Kylian chooses to leave in the end, he is Parisian and he's spent seven years here. He didn't have to, but he did and that means the world to psg, to us. But Messi is Messi. He is a living breathing legend and it fucking hurts seeing people turn on him and blame him. I was fine with it when he was at barca and we were playing them but he's here now. Doesn't he deserve some level of respect? Some kindness? So what if he didn't want to leave Barca. That was his home, who can blame him. But he's working hard now. He's here. So while he is, why hate him? Just appreciate the literal best player in the world while we have him.

On the other hand, so many Messi fans migrated to psg with him and honestly the obnoxiousness of some fans has driven the psg fans nuts so I can also see why they're lashing out. When every good thing the team does is attributed to Messi when our other players (especially Mbappe) are tributing equally as much if not more, I too have my shackles rising. Truth is, we don't need Messi. Not like Argentina did, not like Barca did. We would have been a clown club with or without him and dealing with loyal (only) Messi supporters who want us to act like the sun rises and falls with him is draining so yeah, I can also see why for that reason fans might want him to just leave.

In the end, I guess Messi is to you guys what Totti was to me and all roma fans. If Totti had been forced out of Roma and had to play for Man city or something I would be furious if they didn't appreciate him. I would be pissed if they acted like he was no big deal and wanted him to leave. Because fuck that, he is a legend, he is my legend and if we could have kept him we would so how dare they. So yeah, it's a redicuously stupidly complicated situation and it's so exhausting it makes me almost burst into tears because I came here to watch my idiot boys run around after a stupid ball and this is not what I signed up for.

Fans from both sides should just stop talking and enjoy a team (terrible as they are right now) that will never be see the likes of again, play togher. If they can do that, I think this fandom experience will be a lot more enjoyable. Til then, I'm just gonna stay on the way side supporting my circus quietly and staying out of the discord because it's frankly tiring and I can't anymore.

Also *hugs* I know how it feels to watch your legends retire so I'm here whenever you wanna rant and rave about your favs babe<3 And let me live in my delusional world pretending Lewis is immortal and will never retire, eeeeeeever. As for f1 in general, I swear if merc don't give Lewis a winning car this season I'm officially done with sports and will probantly drive off a cliff T_T

#psg #football #football ask #ask #anon #man this was long #guess I had a lot of thoughts on this

[lya-dustin]

Someone will remember us

chapter 6

Gif by @daenerys-stormborn

Cw: mentions of death, glorification of suicide

Also @staff why isn't my fanfic appearing on the tags?

Aemma has been taught things her mother never taught her.

For example, you don’t have to disguise yourself to spend time with the smallfolk. That you can go riding and buy from the vendors, pray in the Septs with everyone else, and best of all, you can take Ghar and show people not to be afraid of him.

This comes with her grandparents asking her for her opinions and letting her attend them while they rule Driftmark.

Grandfather says she has the makings of a great queen and what better way to let everyone know this than by claiming a dragon ridden by the greatest queen in history.

Today, Princess Aemma Velaryon will bond with the most docile of the dragons, Queen Alysanne’s silver she-dragon, Silverwing.

“Silverwing is very gentle, she won’t hurt you.” Grandmother says as they go to where Silverwing has come to roost.

It is thrilling.

If she bonds with Silverwing, her grandmother has promised to fly all the way to Pentos to see Aunt Laena.

Silverwing is beautiful, shines like white gold in the sunlight and lets Aemma touch her and pet her like all the dragons in her family.

“Lykirī.” Aemma says just as she’s been taught.

She extends her hand as if she were approaching a dog or a horse and approached the she dragon slowly until she was touching her snout.

Silverwing sniffs her but acts as if she’s always known her.

“Lykirī.” Be calm, she commands the dragon who allows her to pet her like Ghar does, but in more ladylike way.

The dragon is hot, like a warm brick for long carriage rides in winter.

Now came the true test: getting into her saddle.

Aemma is careful as she climbs into it. Not much different from a horse’s saddle and she has enough experience on those.

Oh, she feels like Queen Alysanne!

“Now take her for a flight, dearest.” Her grandmother instructs as she climbs onto Meleys and orders for the dragon keepers to lift the gates. “I will be right behind you.”

“Sōves.” Fly, the young princess commands with a whisper and sure enough Silverwing begins to run towards the gates and takes to the skies.

-----

When Vhagar comes that night without a rider they intuitively know Laena has died.

The Rogue Prince comes on Caraxes soon after, but no words leave his mouth from the agony he feels.

Grandfather silently cries as he holds grandmother who has doubled over in pain. Neither are dressed for visitors; he only threw on breeches and took off his satin sleeping rag and grandmother had just thrown on her robe.

The maesters and midwives told her the baby had died inside of her and that all they could do was give her something to ease her passing.

She wanted to die on her own terms.

So, she asked Vhagar to kill her.

And he was too late to stop her.

“I told her I’d never love our son because it was taking her from me and from the girls and she killed herself.” He is drunk with both wine and his own grief. “The maesters wanted me to choose, to go against her wishes, but I was too much of a coward to save her.”

Aemma had never seen the immovable Princess Rhaenys cry, and now that she sees her family in such pain, the little princess forgets she isn’t supposed to be lurking.

“We will never be able to break you out of this habit, will we?” Teora whispers as she takes her charge back to their rooms.

“What will happen to my cousins?” Aemma asked.

Aemma had heard of lords who married the second their wives were buried. Mushroom had said Queen Aemma's ashes had yet to cool when grandfather married Queen Alicent, but mother said that had been an exaggeration.

“They will come and live here and be a comfort to their grandparents, I suppose. Your mother and father may choose to foster them for a time when they are older, so they are not alone.” Teora answered dragging her gently back to their rooms.

-----

It's morning when grandmother takes the brush from Teora’s hands.

“I suppose you already know what happened, little dragon.” Her grandmother liked to brush her hair whenever she could, said it reminded her when Aemma’s father and his sister were little.

“I am so sorry, grandmother, I know you loved Aunt Laena so much.” Aemma knows how to give people condolences, but the words feel insufficient as she tells them to her grandmother.

Aemma wished it hadn’t taken her so long to claim a dragon, they could have flown to see her last month and brought her home. Maybe if mama’s midwives and maesters had seen her she wouldn’t be dead.

“When she was your age, she dreamed of claiming Vhagar, of the wonderful adventures she’d have.” Her grandmother’s hands shake as she untangles her hair.  “She chose to live and die a dragon rider, like the Valyrians of old.”

Aemma had learned that from her history lessons. The Valyrian dragon riders sometimes would save themselves the indignity of dying at nature’s hands and would chose for their dragons to burn them.

The last to choose a death like that was Queen Visenya who refused to let her strange illness kill her.

If you cannot die in battle, at least give illness the dissatisfaction of dying by what created you: fire.

And so Vhagar had given that mercy to her two riders.

Aemma hopes that Silverwing will do her that one last kindness should she choose to go that way.

----

Rhaena and Baela come in mourning black four days later.

They arrive to a Driftmark mourning their lady.

Father arrived less than a day after Vhagar and Daemon had come.

Mother and the boys had just arrived by ship because mother refused to let them out of her sight.

The King and many courtiers were coming to pay their respects and her family loathes it.

“They shouldn’t come here, they didn’t give her any respect in life, why let him be here when he won’t honor her as my wife even in death.” Daemon paces in the room like a caged lion, he is quite interesting to watch, the princess notes as she shows her cousins the best places to spy on the grownups. “Who?” Rhaena mouths to her from her post. The younger twin gets the best spot-on account of her being dragon less.

“Viserys.” Baela mouths back.

If only they had met in happier circumstances. It was nice to have playmates who understood her.

They have the boldness of the Velaryons and the Targaryens, they are doomed to find no true companionship amongst the ladies of lesser blood.

Sure, Maris and Floris Baratheon were fun as were Jeyne Manderley, Gwen Darklyn and Elinor Staunton, but they were of Andal blood and didn’t understand things like why does Aemma like spying so much, or why does Aemma hate when people try to touch her hair without her explicit consent.

Baela and Rhaena understand her, and once Rhaena claims Vhagar they will be just like Aunt Laena and grandmother.

 “Father said the council refused to permit him so, had Lord Lyonel and his son not perished in Harrenhal, Laena would’ve been named Princess Consort as she deserved.” Mother points out

“We only have a handful of our people in it, and it will become greener now that Hightower is back to dribbling poison into my cousin’s ears again.” Grandmother says looking at the sea from her seat by the window. “If only he would’ve looked for someone else to be his Hand.”

There was so much to catch up the twins on.

They didn’t know about the Greens ---the Queen’s supporters--- and the Blacks ---mother’s supporters--- and the entire thing surrounding the succession.

Many believe that only boys should rule and other believe girls should be allowed to rule.

Mushroom ---for he is a dragon seed as his mother was Princess Saera---says the Greens are too backwater and too Andal to understand that girls can be just as good or even better at governing than boys.

“Others take that man and his daughter.” Grandfather spits at the mention of the Hightowers. “It was because of his daughter’s manipulations that my Laena couldn’t come home!”

Had the Council approved the King’s request to lift their exile, aunt Laena wouldn’t be dead.

And it is then Aemma swears to herself that she will always hate the Greens for that.

And she knows her cousins have vowed that too.

#aemma velaryon #asoiaf fanfic #house of the dragon #oc fanfiction #someone will remember us fic #asoiaf #hotd fanfic #hotd au #fyeahhotdocs

[athetos]

My grandma passed away. I knew as soon as my dad texted me because he said good morning with my name. He never uses my name, to the point sometimes I fear he’s forgotten it. I talked to my mom for a while. I realized the reason this feels so distant and unreal is because my grandma has been so distant and unreal from me and my brother for a years now. Later on it was because she was getting sick, but before that it was because she didn’t want anything to do with my moms side of the family after my parents divorced, and it was clear I sided with my mom. Not like I had much choice. I just started college and didn’t live in town anymore, and I knew my dad was abusive because I was in an abusive relationship at the same time and knew the signs. So while I loved my grandparents, they didn’t want to see me.

So I only saw them a couple times a year, especially once I started fighting with my dad more. Usually at Christmas, thanksgiving, and a summer bbq. So an average of 3 visits a year for the past decade. I love them both for helping raise me and helping shape me into the person I am today. My grandma taught me how to swim, how to type on a keyboard, and encouraged my love of reading. I would spend hot days swimming for what felt like hours in the pool then reading warrior cats or redwall on the patio while she knit or read herself. We’d tend to the gardens and they’d give us fresh veggies, pickled eggs, homemade dressing, and their award-winning wine that we were much too young to drink but drank anyway. I think if I was 16 and you told me she passed away, I’d cry endlessly and refuse to believe it.

But I’m 27 now and in a way it feels like she’s been gone for 10 years already. She has been largely absent from my life, even though she echoes so strongly within me. I had cried and grieved many times over the remnants of our relationship when I was in college. I would have frequent nightmares of going to her funeral, or witnessing her die. Because that what it felt like, in a way. That she had died. And maybe once I graduated, but before I moved, she was resurrected for a short time. Like getting second chances to say goodbye to a ghost, and make up for lost time. 3 times a year, I could make amends and we could pretend I wasn’t in their blind spot for my entire college career. The love I felt for her then was strong, but it was not the same love I felt for her before. Was the love she gave me the same? Or was it different as well? Was she proud of me? Did she recognize me? Could she still see the girl with tangled hair and butterfly sweaters within the face of a disillusioned not-girl?

I don’t have to try to honor her. Everything she has done for me has been woven into my dna and etched in my bones. Just by living, I am carrying her memory. It’s in every action and every thought. To separate her love for me would be to unravel my very being. I cannot exist without it. I understand now why people are so concerned about their legacy, of the importance of continuing their family line. It’s not their genes that are important, but the love they give their descendants. Trace my family tree, and you will find the prototype of me, hundreds of years ago. I am a culmination of all that has come before, and for the first time, I truly want to have children, to be able to give them that same love my grandma gave me, so they can give it to their children. I want to be remembered, not by name or by face, but by the fingerprints I leave behind.

Everyone is asking me if I’m coming home. I don’t know. What else can I say? What can I do? Fly home for a funeral, pretend I haven’t laid my grandma to rest years ago, and say a few inadequate words that will crumble as soon as they leave my lips? Meet relatives I haven’t seen in years, even decades, and pretend I remember their names? As though we have anything in common, anything at all, but my grandma’s kindness and grace? Is that enough? I cannot meet the eyes of some of these people. Not all of them have cast me away, but some have, as soon as they heard word I was with a woman. I’m not afraid of them, but are they afraid of me? Could someone who has been raised on my grandma’s love have that much hate in their heart? I can afford a plane ticket, I have bereavement leave. So why not go? Except I can’t. But I can.

I still haven’t cried yet. I don’t know if I can. I’m screaming at myself to feel something, for my body to react. Just the vague emptiness in my chest. Worrying for my father, for the first time in years. I didn’t think I was capable of worrying for him. Maybe i won’t cry until tonight, or tomorrow, or the funeral, or sometime years down the line when it finally hits me and spills out of me, overdue and rank. Grief is a funny thing. My art teacher died when I was in middle school. It was the first time I had lost someone close to me, when I was old enough to comprehend death. My grandma was the one who called me to tell me she died. It didn’t feel real until that monday, when I saw her photo everywhere. I broke. I was taken to the counselors office, where I tore up origami swans and bawled until they made my parents take me home. I didn’t recover until she came to me in a dream. She invited me to a party, and said everyone was there, celebrating her life. She hugged me and told me to be strong, and eat some chocolate cake. So I did. And I never shed another tear over her again. Still, I think about how she was buried with an easel, where we had drawn and written our love for her all over. I wrote the lyrics to shadow of the day by linkin park, and my hand cramped halfway through, but I kept going. I still think of her when I listen to Van Halen, or use complementary colors.

I’m not sure where we go from here, beyond forwards. Will this repair my relationship with my father, or will it shatter it into thousands of pieces? Will I reconnect with my family, or will they forget me as soon as they finish the ceremony? Will I be forgiven? Will they forgive me? Wherever things go from here, I know my grandma is still with me. She looks out from my eyes and grips the pencil with my hand. Even as I type this she is haunting every word. Not all hauntings have to be bad.

Thank you, Grandma, for everything. You taught me how to swim, so this will not make me drown.

[sideofcalimary]

[Domino side story] Smart, Social, and Shoto

Hitoshi, Ochako, and Shoto all watch as Izuku shifts his way towards one of the brightly colored houses in the little neighborhood. The three following Izuku's movements like hawks of varying interest

Hitoshi: I can't believe you pulled it off

Shoto: She pulled ON his clothes

Ochako: Don't underestimate the female gaze. Midoriya-Kun is already cute on his own, he just needed to dress to show off his assets

Shoto: is that why you made him wear skinny jeans?

Hitoshi: as-SET-

Ochako: No he's right

Hitoshi whips his head towards her: What?

Ochako: what? Midoriya-kun has a decently nice butt! Look!

Hitoshi: I'm not gonna look at my friend's ass

Shoto: I will

Shoto doesn't hesitate to stick his head out the back window and watch Izuku approach the house

Hitoshi: Todo that's fucking weird

Shoto: what's weird is Bakugo suddenly calling Izuku to tell him they're going to jam at Jiro-San's house instead

Ochako: sounds like a ret con from an author who forgot a plot point

Hitoshi: You two have been hanging out too much.. and get your head back in the car!

Shoto does: You can hang out with us too

Hitoshi: and be subjected to Chako and your horrible movie decisions. I'd rather get run over by a unicycle

Shoto: That's a sad way to die

Ochako: You're being dramatic

Hitoshi: Says the girl who cried watching a fictional fish losing his disabled son

Ochako: YOU CRIED DURING UP

Hitoshi: BECAUSE I'M NOT A HEARTLESS MONSTER

Shoto: I CRIED WHEN MY MOM POURED BOILING WATER ON MY FACE

both Hitoshi and Ochako turn to Shoto in the back

Ochako: well, that was a cold dump of water

Shoto: It was boiling hot-

Hitoshi: You need a shoulder to cry on and Izuku ain't here

Shoto: Oh then I should-

Shoto attempts to leave the car only for Ochako to quickly yank him back: NO! no no no. You just sit here and uh

Hitoshi: Not talk about your childhood trauma like it's a casual conversation starter

Ochako: be nice

Hitoshi: you first

Ochako shoves him lightly then smiles at Shoto: How about we go get something to eat? Midoriya-kun said he would take a bus home so we're free to just hang out together

Hitoshi: I'd rather just drop you both off at the nearest 7-11 and go home. I'm exhausted

Ochako: you've literally done nothing but complain today

Hitoshi: being this charming is hard work

Shoto: You should have a lot of energy then

Ochako highfives him

Hitoshi: ... I can't even be mad at that

Ochako: I taught him well

Shoto: Did I slay?

Ochako: You slaughtered

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The trio, after leaving Izuku to do his A plot, drove down town for their own little B plot adventure

At least that's how Shoto's been calling it

Hitoshi: I can hear your internal monologue

Ochako: and here I thought Midoriya-kun's mumbling was bad

Shoto: This is why we're side characters

Ochako: We're not! I get Bakugo calls everyone an extra but it doesn't mean we are

Hitoshi: If anything, Shoto's the comic relief

Ochako: and what does that make you?

Hitoshi: the snarky side character that everyone loves but only appears to make fun of the main character

Ochako: and I'm..?

Shoto: the love interest

Ochako sputters and screams as Hitoshi accident swirves the car. He gets it back under control and slows down

Shoto ends up laying on his back on the floor of the car, legs up against the door while Ochako clutches at her seatbelt for dear life

Ochako: SHISO!

Hitoshi: HE CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD!

Shoto: you asked for my opinion

Hitoshi: your opinion is trash

Ochako: Oh what? So I'm not good enough to be a love interest

Hitoshi: I didn't fucking say that! But that would mean you're Mido's love interest and we all know he's ass over tits in love with a ticking time bomb

Shoto: I never said she was Izuku's love interest. I just said she was one

Ochako: to who?

Shoto climbs back onto his seat: To Spiderman

Hitoshi hits the brakes, sending Shoto flying forward and falling off his seat again

Shoto: you're a horrible driver

Hitoshi: suffer

Ochako quickly helps Shoto up and glares at Hitoshi who glares back

Ochako: I'm gonna need you to elaborate on that, Todo

Hitoshi: I'd rather stay ignorant

Shoto sits up again and rubs his head: Well, you've interacted with him before. You told us about how you blackmailed-

Ochako: bargained

Shoto: and threatened-

Ochako: negotiated

Shoto: Spiderman into becoming your model. And you two have talked and you've been open about how you find him attractive

Ochako: no need to call me out on that

Hitoshi: how does THAT make her a love interest? If anything she's an antagonist

Ochako: RUDE

Shoto: well, it's the first arc of their relationship. You told me he visits you every now and then even after you gave him the photo-

Hitoshi looks at Ochako: he WHAT

Shoto: -so there's room for a relationship to grow from it the more you two get to know one another

Ochako waves her hands: Don't be ridiculous. Without context you make it sound like he's already fallen in love with me or something

Hitoshi: has he?

Ochako: No! He comes over because- well I can't tell you!

Hitoshi: oh ho ho and why the FUCK not?

Ochako huffs: it's none of your business

Hitoshi: I beg to differ, Mochi. A vigilante hero is coming into your apartment to visit? For a reason you can't tell us?! Oh well it sounds to me that you two are having more than just a Photoshoot

Ochako growls: Are you calling me a-

Shoto: we're here

The two look out and see the ice cream shop Hitoshi had coincidentally stopped at when they started yelling. They both turn to each other then at Shoto who seemed very unaffected by the situation

Shoto: Are we gonna get ice cream or a divorce?

The conversation stopped there. Both Hitoshi and Ochako sat on either side of Shoto in a booth

The three ordered their ice cream in silence, trading glances and unspoken words of "We'll talk about it later"

All the while Shoto sits between the chaos

Unaware of what he had done

Shoto: You two sound like my parents before the divorce

Ochako: Keep eating your ice cream

Hitoshi: not the time, Todo

Shoto: it's like I'm 7 again

#BkdkSpiderPool #bkdk #mha bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x izuku #midoriya izuku #deku #kacchadeku #kachan #spiderpoolau #fanfic #writting #story #bkdk fanfic

[askatrigenderlgbt]

This post is gonna get serious. I wanna talk about Tony's death in the MCU and how I was affect by it and my past.

Trigger warning: I'm gonna be talking about PTSD, death, depression, and overall a lot of heavy stuff. If this stuff bothers you, you should skip this post. I have plenty other posts that are more for humor or fanfiction.

Tony's death.

This rocked me to my core. I cried when he spoke his last words and how he ended his arc the way he did. I cried cause the character who brought me into the MCU had left it after all this time. I had cried for the character who had become so important to me, only to cry all over again when Steve decided to leave too. Both goodbyes that were from important parts of my Marvel experience were gone like that.

It was a perfect, tragic, ending for both characters. The pain and loss, to the end of their arcs showing how much they changed.

The thing is though, seeing Tony's death, and Steve's choice to leave, had me mentally and emotionally shut down the first time I watched those scenes. I had been lost unconsciously to the past, back to the moment that still haunts me today.

I have PTSD. And my trauma came from my grandfather passing away when I was four. It was traumatic, loud, messy, and lots of crying from my mother. The only person I had to call 'dad' was simply gone in mere seconds.

He past away in my mother's arms, and from the way my mom can remember he was also coughing blood. His lung cancer finally caught up to him.

When children are exposed to stimulation it is already so much for them, every experience being many things: an inconvenience being the end of the world, a new little fact being a huge joy, every experience is learning how the world is. But in terms of trauma? It's greater damage to the mind as a kid compared to an adult.

I had watched my grandfather pass away, got stuck in the loud chaos, and had been unable to process what just happened. I only knew that he wasn't coming back, and that answer only left me empty.

After this moment things changed a lot for me. It was made worst when my mother had to hospitalized for three days sometime after this event. This was another thing that had sent me into a deep form of hurt. I cried hard at my mother's disappearance. I thought I was being abandoned, left alone in a world I still can't understand today.

I had lost a parental figure in my life, thought I was being abandoned sometime later, and was unable to process anything. I only knew the facts, I couldn't do anything beyond that. Any emotions I should have been feeling wasn't there. I didn't feel anything. It was like I didn't know how anymore, I only could feel apathetic. Like I was shunning away the moment.

It was the start of my mental decline.

Tony became an important character for me as he was the hero who felt real, one I could find myself in the same sort of spot with regarding pain.

Every time I see a character I've grown so attached to die, I remember the first time it ever happened. Then I dissociate to cope with the trauma, emotions disappearing into numbness, and I can't watch anymore.

The pain of watching real tragic deaths or of fiction that I've come so attached to, it sends me into a twisted mess. It also happens with goodbyes. Seeing someone or something for the last time, never seeing them again, also sends me back. The feelings of loss and abandonment causing me to push things or people away.

When Tony died on screen I had been left numb, I had left the theater wanting nothing more than to curled up in a ball on my bed and sleep. Forgetting about the moment I watched him die.

I wouldn't get to fully process my trauma till this year. I wouldn't get to the moment of processing till now.

Tony's death, Steve leaving, and the pain left behind was too much for me to handle. Now though I can say that it was tragic but also a beautiful end to their respective arcs. I can't watch certain parts of the movies again for reasons, but I'm able to watch the movies again as I'm now moving forward. I can watch knowing that this time I can finally watch the series and accept each goodbye that happens. I can allow myself to process the emotions I feel freely, letting them come and simply be.

I write this post as a form of my own little therapy. A way of sharing my story to those who might need it and those who need to hear this:

You are not alone in your grief. You are not alone in your pain. Pain comes to everyone and it varies on the person how they respond to that pain. Depression, anxiety, PTSD, these are common disabilities that are found in a large percentage of people. I used to think nobody would understand, but overtime I realized that pain is universal.

When I began to heal I learned that it's okay to be vulnerable, to be weak. To allow yourself the chance to express the emotions held inside out. Feeling those emotions freely is what helped me move forward, but it may be different for you.

What Marvel has helped me to do is learn that it's okay to be human. We are a mess, but we learn together how to be better. Not everyone is nice, not everyone is mean. We are simply people. As we heal from trauma we see those around us differently, unable to go back to the mindset in the past. We can also see those who have similar mindsets to are own.

In conclusion: Tony's death hurt me and pushed hard at an old scar. The pain came and I allowed it to be. I learned to move forward, and learned from Marvel that all you can do is move forward. Tony's death had left the universe safe, Steve leaves behind a legacy and passed down his shield to Falcon. And I learn to come to terms of what happened years ago now.

I wanted to share this in hopes of those who need it see it. And I hope maybe that you, the person reading, have taken something from this post. A person who understands or possibly a new perspective on something.

I hope that you remember that you deserve to be loved, that you are not alone in pain or grief, and that you are amazing.

#marvel #serious post #discussion #depression #ptsd #anxitey #trauma #tony stark #death #steve rogers

[sunnonymous]

My lips taste of salt.

(Date: January 1st 2024)

We didn’t do Christmas this year. Last year I should say, as of today. We’re going through the motions of New Years, but even Mum says she’s ‘just not feeling it this year’.

It seems to me no one enjoys anything much anymore.

We stayed up till 12:07 to ring in the new year, wowed at fireworks, counted down loudly, set off party poppers.

I span with sparklers on the lawn, and my brother waved one around at my behest. Only because I’d asked him to, only because… something about the importance of ‘tradition’. Even I’m not really sure why I insisted.

When Mum offered me a second set of sparklers after the first burned down to nothing, I almost said ‘nah, would just be a waste.’ But that thought made me uneasy.

So I took them, I lit them, and I waved them around in the dark, watching them fizzle out. Mostly I just waited for them to die.

We went to the beach today. Everyone else set out early but we preferred a lie in. It was afternoon by the time we drove out and it was right as the rest of the families were fixing to leave.

Mum and I hopped right out of the car and walked off towards the water, not wasting any time. I’d made myself come, because I always did, and the trip wouldn’t be complete without going for a dip.

The walk felt endless, sand stretching on so far the sea felt a world away. The tide had already turned. We’d been warned the water was cold and I’d thought, good. Maybe it’ll shock my senses. I hope it’s biting. I hope it’ll be so cold it hurts.

It wasn’t. I splashed my feet in the shallows the way I always did as we walked on and on and on in silence, before finally making it to the shoreline. We barely slowed our strides as we entered the water.

The cutting gemlike crests of low waves winked sunlight up at us, making it hard to see exactly where to put our feet. The sand continued to rise and fall like distant rolling planes, slowly, gradually lowering us further down into the waves.

We reached a valley that seemed to have no end, and decided to stop there, in case the ground beneath our feet never rose again.

Neither of us really wanted to dip the whole way in, but what would be the point of coming all this way if we didn’t? So we agreed we’d sink down to our necks on three. We counted down together, then sunk like stones.

Both of us gasped and cried out, I got a splash of seawater in my mouth and spat it out, tasting salt. It was truly freezing, for a minute, then it was fine.

I felt distinctly like I was supposed to be feeling something.

My eyes roamed over the flat horizon, across to the land masses either side of the beach, back to the dry dusty bank where the cars had become so small they looked like my brother’s toys.

It was clear the little doll people in the distance were going through the motions of rounding up the kids to leave. I closed my eyes and tried to feel something, before it was too late. I wasn’t sure what.

I thought about how I feel this way a lot these days.

I was buffered around casually by the waves, the outward tide tugging me off to sea, but it wasn’t that hard to resist.

I let my hands dance under the water, trying to admire the sight, the wavy reflections, the warped light across my skin. Currents pushed against me, till I got tired and stopped.

One of the cars on the beach drove off. People were starting to go home. It had been minutes at most, but Mum and I decided we should start to head back.

Facing toward land, the wind whipping out to sea was deafening. It whistled and squealed and pulled the water to flow out in its wake. Waves started splashing up in our faces, so for a time we turned around and pushed our way backwards towards the shore.

We tried to stay in up to our necks for as long as possible, now the cold was bearable. Every time a sandbank rose us up out of a watery valley became an obstacle. We had to keep turning around to make sure we were still headed on course, and eventually braving the wind became the easier option.

I overtook Mum, squatting as low as I could in a precarious balancing act between moving smoothly forward and keeping choppy waves from splashing up over me. My lips tasted of salt.

Another looming sandbank near the shallows brought me to my knees. Submerged to my chin, I spread my arms open in benediction, the tide tugged at my hands like it was trying to take hold. Dragging me back, back, back away from the world.

I stumbled forward on my knees still, wind screaming in my ears. It was so loud I could hardly make out my mother’s voice.

When the shallows rose even more, I began to crawl on my arms, spitting out the seawater that coated my chin.

I tried to stay in till the end, until my belly scraped the bottom and I was beached. Stuck there between land and sea, I rolled over and waited for my mum to catch up. Once she did, we joked about something or other, and regretfully rose to our feet, leaving the lapping depths behind.

On we walked, I pulled ahead, and as the peak of this sandbank miraculously tapered off into a deeper section I came across a spontaneously warmer patch of water.

I sat immediately, stopping right there and sinking like a stone into the turquoise waves.

I gave myself no count down this time.

There was no way of telling when the last valley would come. When I would have my last chance to sit in the chill and have the ocean wash me clean.

Mum caught up. I stood, and no chance to sit ever came again.

Dad drove the car out to meet us, to save us the walk back. I was disappointed. I’d thought maybe I would dip my feet in the shallows on the endless walk back. Maybe I’d even like it. Now I would never know.

Mum and I agree we’re glad we came, and glad we’d done it. I didn’t want to think about how this was just because the alternative was not having done it, rather than because of the experience itself.

It was ‘brisk but refreshing,’ we told anyone who asked. Which was true, I suppose, even though it didn’t altogether feel like it meant much. Things rarely do.

My brother and I head back home tomorrow, a day before everyone else leaves. We arrived a day late, too, just like we did with the beach. This whole trip has been a default dip in the water.

I’m glad I did it, but only because the alternative was not having done it.

Ready to leave just as soon as you acclimate to the frigid waters, even if it was never truly comfortable; you’d just gotten used to the discomfort.

It’s tradition, so it doesn’t have to make sense, just focus on the taste of salt on your tongue.

It’s meant to feel a certain way, but for some reason it just doesn’t anymore.

I feel like I’m dropping like a stone into this new year, with the same reluctant, apprehensive countdown. I know it’s going to be cold. I know I’m going to get used to it. I know I’m going to be meant to feel something.

#prose #personal #new year #depression #cleaned this up from my notes app in an attempt to get some honest creative juices flowing again

[msmental-madness]

Meltdown

**Potential trigger warning: Thoughts of self harm / suicide

To give you background first, my boyfriend, Gavin, and I have been together five years and we've been living together for almost five years. We had to go to couples' counseling a year or so ago because of how bad my mood swings were. He is very aware of all of my mental illnesses and I'm incredibly lucky he didn't leave me when I went to the outpatient program when we first started dating and when I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. He is a wonderful man most of the time, let me make that clear.

With that being said, I tried to explain BPD to him and asked for him to read up on it but there was some kind of disconnect in which he wasn't understanding of how sensitive I am. It's very frustrating to me because he will say shit such as "You're being dramatic." "You take things too personally". OMG it takes so much to hold in that Sicilian rage to not just put a hole through a wall.

The therapist did explain how much more sensitive we are to things, so I figured him hearing a professional confirm this would help so I wasn't deemed as "dramatic" or "faking" it and to also help him to be more understanding and patient with me. We both explained to him that I perceive things differently. I full heartedly admit I take everything personally. Perception is everything so I believe that if you know you're speaking with someone knowing how sensitive they are, you should be conscious on how you word what you're saying to avoid conflict. Is that too much to ask? Maybe. Maybe not. I'm the type of person who is too nice and does everything in my power to not make anyone feel as horrible as I do everyday.

Gavin is also aware of the mental and verbal abused I endured growing up and still continue to experience with my narcissistic Mom. We had gotten into an argument and because I was so riled up from being upset, I disassociated and I honestly can't remember what it was about exactly, but I know it was just a misunderstanding as usual. I had a manic episode yesterday to the extent that I was in hysterics and cried for almost an hour. I was so disoriented that I was thinking that today was the day, the day I finally end my life. The pain was so much that I didn't even care or worry about the pain or consequences.

The mental anguish was so strong and I could just hear my Mom's voice in my head telling me "You're worthless!" "You're so stupid!" Then my voice chimed in and went on about how much of a worthless piece of shit I am. That I can't do anything right. Why do I even bother trying? You're so stupid. In between gasps for air, I began to Google "quick and painless ways to kill yourself". The only thing I read that sounded reasonable was taking a lot of Nyquil. When I went back to the search engine, I came across an article pretty much saying "don't do it. you're loved." blah blah blah. Then the numbers for the suicide helpline appeared and I thought about calling them. I didn't because I didn't want to be a burden.

I just had constant thoughts of slitting my wrists (Never have and will never do that) and just dropping to the floor or ODing on meds (I did that once. Wouldn't recommend). I even thought about driving to a parking garage to try the carbon monoxide method but decided against that because I was too lazy to drive (ha!) Death just sounded so much better than being alive. To be honest, I think about dying every day. I don't think about killing myself every day, but I constantly ask "why can't I just die already?" Or I say "I wish I was dead." Most days, I think being dead would be a vacation compared to being on this Earth. Being dead would be easier than living this life. Just to be clear, I would never kill myself because I'm too scared to do it, I just think about it.

Anyway, I became so dehydrated from crying that I nearly fainted. Gavin found me and became frantic, asking "What's wrong?!" and kept hugging me. He tried so hard to console me and slow down my breathing to stop hyperventilating. Now, anyone who has ever hyperventilated knows that it's not just something you can easily stop and come back from. From my perspective, when it was taking me time to calm down, he seemed to become impatient with me because he said, "You're being dramatic. I'm going to leave the room and come back when you calm down." This made me burst into tears and start up again because it was so hurtful and insensitive to say, especially when I thought maybe he would have been understanding in that moment. I just don't understand how anyone could say that to another after seeing how hard they were crying just minutes ago.

It's frustrating because I needed someone there to just talk me down and tell me things are ok, to ride out the wave with me for however long it took. Maybe I'm the one who is selfish. Maybe I expect too much. My problem is that I expect people to act as how I would. I just know that if the roles were reversed, I would do my research as to how to console someone during an episode to avoid saying anything that can be thought of as insensitive.

Being in any type of relationship with a person who suffers from this disorder, romantically or not, requires a lot of patience and support. Please be that person. We don't want you to leave. We sincerely do not enjoy this life.

#borderline personality disorder #manic episodes #mental illness