#this is one of those rare cases where i think their parents absolutely do need to monitor their internet activity

[oldshrewsburyian]

hello! so i just found out about you (better believe i'm going to be reading those cannon law recs) and i need you to answer/reply this for me in a way that doesn't sound absolutely stupid because all i came up with was "awoiaf is fetishised to hell and back with way too much institutionalised pedophilia even for medieval times"

in respect to me posting that "" i think GRRM write way too much child bride/rape/miscarriages etc than i thought was reality""

for context, this is regarding aemma arryn, a character who in book cannon has miscarriages since she's like 12/13.

feel free to disregard, thanks!

Hello! I feel like the Hostiensis of the ASOIAF universe and I'm into it, honestly. FWIW, I don't read ASOIAF/GRRM as fetishizing child marriage, but I do think that we are supposed to read the marriages of adolescent girls/young women as part of "the dark and middle ages" (tm) as imagined.

I also think (this is part of the answer, I promise) that it is a real problem that the world of ASOIAF does not have (as far as I can tell?) a legal age of majority. This is another reason we need Fantasy Canon Law, George!! I was particularly struck by this in the case of Sansa. Her adoring parents are perfectly ready to have her betrothed to a boy of approximately her own age before she hits puberty. Sansa is also not upset about contemplating marriage at this age, as a noblewoman. The women at court treat menarche as socially/legally/medically equivalent to adulthood for her. When she does eventually get married, getting married to Tyrion, who is 10+ years older than she is and also kind, intelligent, and sexually patient/experienced is clearly a much better option than the 14-year-old psychopath. This is super-legal, also. But also also, once she's out of the dress that is clearly designed for a grown woman (which she technically is! right? right George??) her husband is frankly alarmed by her youth. Make up your mind, George! Make up your mind! Is Sansa legible in court society as a woman or a girl? Clearly it is the former at least most of the time? This really, really matters, I think, to assessing the experiences and attitudes of the characters, and yet we're never given a coherent in-world answer about it (at least, not as of the first three books. Yes, I am actively mad about this.)

ANYWAY. The average age for marriage in medieval Europe was slightly higher than that in the southern United States, where I currently teach. Yes, I looked this up for the sake of comparison to make my students' jaws drop. So there's no such thing as "institutionalized pedophilia." For approximately 1% of the population, it was often desirable to have the scions of royalty/upper nobility legally married off before consummation was possible/desirable. So, for this tiny percentage of the population, again, it was not uncommon to have marriages that were unconsummated, or consummated one (1) time for legal reasons (another reason we need Fantasy Canon Law™ if this is going to matter in ASOIAF), between teenagers. One example of this would be the arranged but very loving marriage between Elizabeth of Hungary and Ludwig of Thüringen; she had lived in his parents' household from early childhood onwards, as part of their betrothal. The legal age for consent to marriage was 12 for girls and 14 for boys, and yes, that's super young by our standards, but it's also something that was only very gradually raised (the legal age for girls was raised to 16 in late Victorian England, for example,) and again, had very little effect on most people's lives in the European Middle Ages, except insofar as any marriage made without the full and free consent of both parties was invalid under canon law (the real kind.)

As the exceptional case of Margaret Beaufort makes clear, this was rare in part because of the recognized medical risks of early pregnancy and childbirth. Picking one (1) infamous case of traumatic adolescent pregnancy as a prototype ≠ being "incredibly well-read", wtf. (I know that's not your view.) I know I've done this before, but I'm going to cite a saint's life, since such stories were used to communicate moral values and reflected (to a degree, albeit shaped by narrative tropes) social realities. So. This one is from Italy, shortly after the moment when Real Canon Law codified that underage marriage was illegal. The person in need of help in this story (which you can find here) is an adolescent girl who had been married and whose marriage had been consummated. The author uses circumlocutions for this, but he is clearly both shocked and disapproving of what, implicitly, amounted to marital rape or at least irresponsible conduct. But as a result of this -- and possibly a miscarriage -- the young woman in the story was suffering medical complications, and came to a doctor who, because of the tropes of the story, referred her to a saint who was also a young woman. I love that: the implication that St. Trophimema, who had died as a victim of male violence, was posthumously helping other girls in similar situations, with the help of the nuns who managed her shrine. Anyway! the girl was healed, and may also have joined the community of women (that's unclear too; the point of the story is the healing.) This got long again, but it's another Real Medieval Example of how both legal and social realities were complicated, and how some men being abusive assholes (technical historian term) did not mean that their behavior was normative or normalized.

#fantasy canon law™ #a medievalist does got #asoiaf #grrm critical #bad medievalism bingo #i will answer to fantasy hostiensis thank you

[thee-radio-host-is-a-kookaburra]

Please report @/ssmore-wurst. They’re a minor putting themselves (and others) in serious danger. Their pinned post says they’re a minor seeking out adults to be with (“AAM4MAP”) and they’re pro-contact. It sickens me to see this, because it’s very clearly a child that has been groomed into thinking these things are okay, and one that will be traumatized from this shit when they’re older. Keeping them and kids like them off the platform will help prevent predators from contacting them.

@staff You seriously need to ban the radqueer tags, because this is what happens when you don’t. Kids are getting hurt. Children are being groomed.

#this is one of those rare cases where i think their parents absolutely do need to monitor their internet activity #unfortunately grooming is much more likely to happen to kids who’s parents don’t treat them like people #so i doubt their parents know or even care #anti radqueer #anti contact #tw grooming

[oncomingnight]

Yandere! boyfriend x fem reader

Malik is the sweetest guy you've ever come across and his charisma doesn't even come at a cost. You've never met anyone, no matter the gender, that was as attentive and humorous as him. Malik could care less if he's making himself look like a fool as long as he's graced with the presence of your heartwarming smile. His humor consists of material you'd only ever expect to hear out of the mouth of a teenage boy which is what makes his jokes so much funnier.

He doesn't need an international holiday in order to spoil you with stuffed animals, sweets and handwritten letters, he already gifts you all those things for the simple fact that he wants to. Malik is always showing up to your shared apartment with a bouquet of flowers in hand as he feels like the worst man to ever walk the Earth if he does otherwise.

Letting you pay for yourself is something he'll never allow you to do, as long as he's with you of course. He can't exactly stop you from doing so if he's not physically next to you (rare occurrence)but he has his own way of handling that issue. He'll notice if you seemed to have purchased something with your own money while he wasn't around, and immediately reach into his pocket in an effort to pay you back.

"You look so pretty, baby. Is that a new lipgloss?" "Yeah it is, I bought it when we were at the market the other day!" "Oh yeah? How much was it, baby? I'll give you your money back, just let me know if you want something next time, okay? I don't care if I look like I'm busy with something else, I have all the time in the world when it comes to you."

While we're on the topic of time I think this is the perfect moment to mention the fact that Malik is extremely possessive over not only you but also your time. Nothing gets him more upset than when the two of you are out together at a public setting and your friends attempt at pulling all of your attention away from him. In reality, your friends are simply making conversation with you and they actually make several attempts at including him in the conversation. This, however, doesn't matter to Malik one bit, he can see right through their 'good people' personas.

Malik practically battles with other people when it comes to having your full attention on him. It's not even a case where you're not appreciating how greatly he treats you, no. He is the one who is urging himself to be the absolute best for you before someone attempts at lifting you off of your feet and away from him. He finds it incredibly comedic when others attempt at acting as if they could ever understand or know you as well as he does. There have been many instances where he's gotten you the perfect gift and he just can't help but look on at the other party attendees with pity, as they all now know that you won't be as satisfied with their presents.

Is Malik a possessive boyfriend (soon to be husband)? Yes. Although, this doesn't mean he won't allow you to have girl trips/sleepovers. If you're having a girls trip in an area with a completely different time zone, this will not prevent Malik from staying up as late and early as he needs in order to call and wish you a good morning.

He will keep you on the phone for extremely extended amounts of time (not that you mind). Your friends could try their absolute hardest at being irritated towards his constant need to be near you and to call you but they just can't. Malik is so sickeningly sweet to you that they'd be seen as bitter people that are just jealous due to the fact they've never been as loved and cared for as you are now.

Malik didn't exactly grow up in the most accepting house hold, even as a child, he felt as though he was constantly walking on eggshells with his parents. His parents were raised with extremely aggressive religious views that would quite obviously intimidate the average person, this caused him to be raised in an environment where even cartoons most people deemed as 'kid friendly' were forbidden. Anything that wasn't blatantly religious was seen as unholy, his parents wanted him to uphold the stereotypical attitude of toxic manhood that even him doing simple acts of skincare were seen as something to 'look out for'.

This extremely damaged environment he was raised in just may be the reason as to why he doesn't speak to his family anymore and why he loves so ferociously, like a rabid animal. I don't know though, it's not like I make the rules or anything.

He absolutely adores doing anything and everything romantic with you, especially within the comfort of your own home. When the holidays roll around, there's nothing he loves more than brewing up two cups of iced coffee, sporting matching onesies, baking Christmas cookies and lighting up the fire place as the moon shines into your shared bedroom window.

Well, there is one thing he loves more than all of that.

That's you.

Edit: credit to @cafekitsune for the divider ♡

#yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere oc x y/n #yandere x you #yandere oneshot #yandere #yandere oc x reader #obsessive love #yandere oc x you #obsessive yandere #yancore #yandere male #male x reader #male yandere #male yandere x reader #male oc

[someonealreadyhadmynickname]

Dad headcanons | Leon S. Kennedy

warnings: pregnancy

I picture Leon being in absolute bliss when you break the news to him. He’ll be laughing while hugging you. He’s never had a normal family, and I believe he would want children of his own. He’ll be so happy he won’t be able to erase a dumb smile from his face for the rest of the day.

Reads lots of articles on parenting and baby development.

A worrywart. One day several noises woke you up late at night and you discovered your husband babyproofing everything in the house. Turns out he was so worried he couldn’t wait til’ the morning.

You have to be very careful about mentioning your cravings because this man is driving in the middle of the storm if that means getting what you want. You’ll have to physically stop him from going out at ungodly hours just because you crave some donuts.

If it were up to him, you wouldn’t even get out of bed. He has to be holding your hand when you use stairs, no matter how many times you’ve tried to convince him you are totally capable of doing it alone.

“What’s next? I’m not allowed to use scissors?”

Your laugh slowly quietens as you notice Leon’s thinking face.

“... I don’t see why you would have to use scissors”

One day he came home with a big present box and when you opened it a german shepherd jumped at you. He got a trained police dog to keep you company. (Not before making extensive research on the best family dogs, of course).

On top of that, he would want to hire someone to help around the house because the thought of you being alone makes him worried sick.

He’s so silly. Talks to your belly all the time. When he comes home he always greets you with “how are my babies doing?”

He goes crazy with baby stuff. Clothes, plushies, bottles, toys, everything he sees in stores ends up in the baby room. The room is so full of stuff you two had to keep some things in the attic. He has promised to stop buying things several times but there’s always something that catches his eye and he has to get it.

“And this is a baby monitor— I know that face, you don’t like it”

“No, I love it, it’s just…”

“Yes?”

“You already bought one of those, love”

“Aha! No, I bought a different one. Now, you see, the one we had doesn’t had all the features this one has…”

Strikes me as the kind of guy who would want to wait a bit before telling people about the pregnancy… However, he ends up spilling the beans two or three times. Also, people kinda catch onto it because all he talks about is about children’s development.

Sometimes you wake up at night to find your lover lying awake, watching at the ceiling. Truth is, he can’t help but worry about your child’s future and spends hours thinking about it; but when you ask him what’s keeping him up, he always answers that the excitement of becoming a dad won’t let him sleep.

Will do the impossible in order to be with you during the delivery. He has warned his superiors months in advance that he needs to rest during the days when is probable the baby is coming. In the worst case scenario, where he isn’t able to make it in time, he is gonna be regretful for a very long time.

Definitely cries the first time he holds his baby.

He randomly wakes up at night and goes to check the baby. He’ll sit in front of the crib and stay there for a while, sometimes he picks the baby up and just holds them. Will always give them a kiss on their forehead before leaving.

Converses with the baby. He could be feeding them, or changing their diaper, and he talks to them as if they could understand him. Tells them about his day, how work is going. If you two were ever to argue (which is very rare and, if you do, always with a certain joke air), he is bringing the baby and puts them on his side. He looks at the baby and asks “can you believe this?”

You’ve found him watching baby cartoons not noticing the child is long asleep.

He is beyond cheerful because everytime you are carrying the baby, they raise their tiny arms to his dad wanting to be held by him.

Asks Claire to babysit whenever you two go out on dates.

Which he later regrets because now, everytime the baby sees Claire, they reach out for her. Even if Leon is carrying them. Makes him a bit jealous.

Your baby walks and talks very early on because of how much time Leon spends with them.

Every parent believes their kid is exceptional, but Leon could win the proudest dad competition. As your child grows up, Leon is so amazed by every milestone they complete. “I’m telling you, this child is going places”, he tells you the day your baby learns to roll over.

You mentioned to him once how cute you thought albums were, so now you two keep one for your kid. He takes terrible photos, but you think those are very adorable and keep them in the album.

Takes playtime seriously. He isn’t like those parents who don’t even care about what’s happening and leave at the middle of the game. Tea party? He is wearing his best clothes. Pretending to be spies? Won’t break character. He will be bashful if you catch him tho.

He has this ongoing thing with your child where they try to build the biggest sandcastle everytime you go to the beach.

He always says ‘I love you’ when saying goodbye. Once your child hurriedly kissed his cheek and pretended to leave, but Leon stopped them and said: “Everytime I tell you I love you, I mean it, it’s not just mindless words. Do you mean it?” He knows that, and god forbids it happens, he could not come back home one day. So it’s crucial for him for his child to understand how much he loves them.

It breaks his heart to leave his family so often. On one occasion he overheard your child begging you to talk to their father and ask him to please stop going on missions.

I picture him having a daughter.

The kind of man who takes his daughter to dates. Everytime he brings you flowers, he has another bouquet for his princess.

Your daughter is a performer. She makes up dances and songs and performs in front of you two.

Once, when she was young, she told him she wanted to marry him. He answered he couldn’t marry her because he is already married to you, to which your girl replied “Can I marry uncle Chris then?” Leon hasn’t recovered from that.

Maybe a bit delusional but you two invite over his D.S.O friends for Christmas, Claire and Chris included, and everyone brings a present for your daughter.

He’d like more than one kid, but often worries about what would happen to his family if he ever goes missing, so for now, another one isn’t in the plans.

Lying by your side at night, he sometimes thanks you for the opportunity to have a family.

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x y/n #re2 #resident evil #resident evil 2 #fluff #leon headcanons #tw pregnancy

[bratzforchris]

Can you do one where Luke is sick on Christmas?

Lu Has The Flu

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Summary: When Luke gets sick on Christmas, you both learn that the holidays are always magical, as long as you're together

Pairing: Luke x feminine reader

Warnings: Vomiting, sickness

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Finally working through my requests! I know this is a Christmas fic, but better late than never :')

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You shifted, rubbing your eyes when you felt how cold the sheets were next to you. Luke usually stayed in bed all night, rarely getting up to get water or use the bathroom. You blinked softly, looking around the dark bedroom. Too tired to really think, you closed your eyes and snuggled into the covers, figuring your boyfriend would come back to bed soon. However, you were unable to fall back asleep as the minutes ticked by. You knew it was irrational, but part of you wondered if Luke had left. Sighing, you sat up and pulled on your robe, acknowledging the fact that you wouldn’t be able to sleep until you knew where your lover was. 

Creeping out of bed, you noticed that the light to your ensuite bathroom was off, meaning Luke wasn’t in there. You stepped into the hall, realizing it was also dark. You tiptoed down the stairs, smiling when you saw that the kitchen lights were on. That meant Luke had to be home. He must’ve been getting water or getting a midnight snack. Unfortunately though, that wasn’t the case. When you walked into the kitchen, you were met with a heartbreaking sight. The blond was standing over in the sink in just his boxers, panting heavily with a glass of water shaking in his hand. Despite there not being anything in the sink currently, the kitchen absolutely reeked of vomit. 

You rushed to rub Luke’s back, whispering comforting words. “Oh honey…” You cooed.

Luke turned his head to look at you and whimpered, blue eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Shhh babe,” You gently took the water from his shaking hands before the glass could break and continued to massage his shoulders. “Why didn’t you wake me, bub?”

The blond sniffled and let out a chesty cough, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “I just got up cause my stomach was feeling upset and thought a glass of water would help. Guess not.” he moaned. 

“You’re burning up, hun,” You whispered sadly. “How many times have you been sick? Is it just your stomach?”

Luke held up two fingers as he coughed and then shook his head. “No. My head hurts and my nose is sniffly and I have a cough. Think I have the flu.” the blond groaned.

You pouted, kissing Luke’s knuckles. “Were you feeling sick earlier?”

“I was, but not this bad. Thought I could just sleep it off.” he mumbled. 

“Baby boy,” Your face dropped into a pout as you stood on your tiptoes to kiss his forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed with some medicine, yeah?”

Luke shook his head, sniffling softly. “You don’t need to care for me.”

“Why not, sweetheart?”

Your boyfriend let out a throaty sob, gagging in the process. “It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow.”

You chuckled softly, not enjoying the situation, but thinking Luke was adorable nonetheless. “Honey, I’m not going to not care for you just because it’s Christmas Eve.”

Luke sniffled, craning his head so that he could bury his nose in your neck. Although no noise came out, you could tell he was crying. You rubbed his back softly, feeling how his shoulders heaved up and down with shaky breaths. Even though he tried to hide it, you knew Luke, and you knew there were instances where he occasionally “lost his cool” so to speak and got too stressed out. There had been a particularly bad instance last time he was hungover, and one at his parents’ house, but you chose not to think about those right now. Right now, all your attention was on the sick Luke in front of you. You stood on your tiptoes, combing your fingers through the golden-blond curls at the nape of his neck. 

“You’re stressed out, honey.” You cooed after a few moments. 

The blond pulled back from you, wiping his eyes and sniffling. “Can we go to bed now?”

You nodded, rubbing his back as you felt little goosebumps all over his skin from being in just boxers. “Do you still feel sick?”

Luke shook his head, hand still on his belly. “Not really. My stomach feels mostly better since I threw up. Just hurts a little.”

“That’s good!” You said brightly, in an attempt to cheer him up. “Go get in bed and I’ll bring you some stuff.” 

Luke nodded, wrapping his arms around himself and heading up the stairs. Once you made sure he was up safely, you turned towards the medicine cabinet and began to pull a variety of medicines out. It sounded like your boyfriend had quite the range of symptoms, so you grabbed everything from fever reducer to nausea medication to vapo rub. You also grabbed a thermometer, but grimaced at the thought of checking how high his fever was. Just as you were filling Luke’s water bottle with diluted Gatorade, you felt a text ping through on your phone in the pocket of your robe. 

Luke: are you coming? i wanna snuggle :(

You giggled at the blond’s little pouty face. “Coming, honey!” You called up the stairs. 

You screwed the lid onto the bottle, making your way to the stairs, taking them two at a time. Just as you were opening the door to your bedroom though, you heard an awful sound. Making your way to the bathroom, you found Luke hunched over the toilet, letting out an awful mixture of gags and chesty coughs. Placing everything on the vanity, you stood behind him, rubbing his back and coaching him through the sickness. Before long, Luke finished and leaned against the bathtub, hand on his chest. 

“I can’t breathe,” he whimpered. “My chest is so tight.”

“Poor baby,” You cooed, wetting a washcloth in the sink and using it to wipe his mouth. “I thought your tummy was feeling better, sweetheart.”

“I thought so too,” he huffed. “Guess not.”

Luke coughed again, making you cringe. He sounded so beyond congested, the mucus clogging his chest and airways. Once the blond had decided he was done being sick for now, he stood up, shakily grabbing onto the sink and blowing his nose. You helped Luke back to bed when he was done, sitting him on the side of the bed. You dug through his dresser drawers that you had organized (you were a bit of a neat freak) and eventually pulled out a pair of soft, blue flannel pants. You slid them onto Luke’s legs as he shivered, only for him to pout when you began to tuck him in. 

“I need a hoodie,” he coughed. “I’m cold.”

“I’m sorry, sweet boy,” You said sadly. “I don’t want you to get too overheated. Speaking of which…” You plucked the thermometer off the comforter from where you had dropped it earlier and tapped Luke’s jaw softly. “Open up.”

The blond whined as you slipped the thermometer under his tongue. The metal was cold and uncomfortable against his feverish skin, and all he wanted was for you to come cuddle him until he felt better. Once the device peeped, you held it under the lamplight and then sighed softly. 

“104.2. That’s pretty high, bubba.” 

Luke groaned, sniffling as snot began to drip down his upper lip like a leaky pipe. Letting out another thick cough as you plucked a tissue from the nightstand, your boyfriend blew his nose loudly as his stomach grumbled. “Fuck,” he whimpered softly, balling up the tissue and leaning his head back against the pillows. “I hate this shit.”

“I know hun,” You grabbed Luke’s water bottle and passed it to him. “Drink some? It’s got blue Gatorade in it.” You bribed him.

Your lover sighed softly, taking the bottle from you and taking a few small sips to make sure it would actually stay down before taking a few more. Once Luke had decided he was done, he placed his water bottle back onto the nightstand and cuddled into your side like a sloth. You ran a hand through his slightly matted curls, feeling his breathing slow beside you. 

“Let’s see if your water stays down and then we’ll try medicine, okay?”

Luke nodded and then seemed to relax as he laid his head on your chest. You thought he was close to falling asleep until he craned his neck and looked up at you with tired, bloodshot eyes. “Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“Are you gonna be sad if we can’t do our Christmas Eve traditions tomorrow because I’m sick?” he asked softly. 

“Oh bubba,” You pouted, hugging him closer. “Babe, I’m happy as long as I’m with you. I love our traditions, but your health is my top priority.” You booped his nose. 

“Mkay,” Luke sighed softly, closing his eyes. “I love you.”

“Don’t fall asleep yet, hun,” You giggled. “Gotta give you your meds. Think your stomach is okay?”

Luke nodded, not even opening his eyes. You took that as a good sign, though. It meant his body was winding down and was ready for rest, despite his sniffles and coughs. You dosed him up on fever reducer/pain reliever, Pepto-Bismol, and some cough syrup before turning out the lamp and cuddling him close. 

“Night night, Luke. Feel better, honey.” You whispered, running a hand through his sweaty, slightly moppy hair. 

Your boy didn’t even respond, for he just snored loudly, clearly exhausted from his long night. 

-

“Y/N…Y/N, wake up.” Luke whispered softly, poking your shoulder. 

“Hmm?” You hummed quietly, still sleepy. 

“My chest hurts. Feel like I can’t breathe.” Luke cried softly. 

You sat up and rubbed your eyes, assessing the situation. It was five am, way too early to be awake, so you knew Luke must’ve been in quite a bit of pain. His chest felt as if a pile of bricks had laid across it and his muscles were so beyond sore, like he’d taken part in an intense workout without stretching. You frowned as the blond curled into a ball, bringing his knees to his chest and coughing. You patted his back gently, trying to ease the terrible, wracking coughs until you remembered the vapo rub you had brought up earlier in the evening. 

“Lie on your back, hun.” You told him, grabbing the container. 

A nice vapo rub massage was just what Luke needed to fall back asleep, both because it would open up his sinuses and because the massage would hopefully help ease his chest muscles. You straddled your boyfriend and began to rub the fragrant balm across his slightly hairy chest, doing your best to get him relaxed. Luke whined and whimpered under you, clearly uncomfortable from the fever, but slowly began to relax into the feeling. 

“That feels nice.” he sniffled. 

You kissed his cheek, closing up the container and tucking Luke in again. His stomach gurgled sickly under the comforter, but the blond was just too tired to do anything about it. Luke curled into your side, wheezing and coughing slightly. 

“I hope you feel better tomorrow, sweetheart,” You told him. “Get some rest for Christmas, hun.”

-

Luke blinked his eyes open when he felt you dabbing at his upper lip with a tissue. The sun was streaming in through the curtains, which meant that a) he wasn’t dead and b) he’d made it through the night.

“Sorry baby, your nose was running.” You whispered. 

The blond groaned, assessing how his body felt. His limbs were aching, his head was pounding, heavy, and dizzy, and his stomach was turning in such a way that made him realize he was going to throw up sooner rather than later. 

“This sucks balls,” Luke groaned, laying his head back. “What time is it?”

“Ten thirty,” You said, kissing his cheek as a sneaky way to check for a fever. “Oh baby, your temperature went up again.” You pouted. 

Luke moaned and then burped, slapping a hand over his mouth. “Gonna throw up again.” he rushed out. 

You urgently helped Luke to the bathroom, feeling absolutely awful for him. Between the cold and flu and the gastrointestinal symptoms, he just couldn't seem to catch a break. The blond hunched over the toilet, throwing up whatever was left in his system after so long. It wasn’t long before your boyfriend began to dry heave, coughing painfully each time. By the time Luke leaned back into you, he was wiped. 

“Merry Christmas to me.” Luke moaned grumpily.

“Do you have the energy for a warm bath, hun? The warmth might ease your stomach and the steam will open your sinuses.” You asked, rubbing Luke’s tense back. 

“I’m not six.” he pouted grumpily, turning his face away from you. 

“I know you’re not,” You chuckled. “But you want to get better faster, right?”

The blond sighed, knowing you were right. “Fine.”

You giggled, patting Luke’s curls gently and softly propping him against the wall so you could start the bath water. You made sure it was just the right temperature before adding in some Epsom salts and lighting a candle. In your opinion, the bath was Pinterest worthy, and Luke seemed to think so too, seeming more eager to get in when he realized how enticing the warm water easing his achy muscles sounded. You slowly helped him stand and undress, before helping him into the bath and kissing his head. 

“Take as long as you need,” You whispered, kissing his head. “I'm gonna go find you something to eat, ‘kay?”

Luke nodded, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall of the bathtub, allowing the steam to clear his congested head. You puttered downstairs, searching the kitchen for something Luke would eat. You knew he probably wouldn’t be too hungry, after all, he’d just thrown up, but he needed something in his system in order to speed up his recovery. You decided on toast and tea, figuring it was light enough to not overload his stomach, but still had enough nutrients. ‘Poor Luke’, you thought to yourself as you put the kettle on. Being sick was awful, but being sick on Christmas Eve was arguably worse. Luckily, your families usually did one gigantic get-together on New Year’s Eve instead of Christmas Day so your lover wouldn’t be rushed to recover. 

After Luke’s breakfast was done, you placed it on a little tray and headed back upstairs. To your surprise, Luke had gotten himself out of the bath and was now curled up in bed in clean pajamas, wet hair brushed. You could tell he still felt absolutely awful though, based on his soft, groaned hiccups and how he was shaking with fever, coughing and sniffling. 

“I brought you some breakfast, hun.” You informed him. 

“Dank you.” Luke blushed, words mingled from the mucus clogging his nose.

You placed the tray in his lap and Luke immediately held the teacup up to his nose, smiling softly when the steam began to clear the dreaded flu toxins in his nose out. Unfortunately, the blond didn’t seem to feel the same way about the toast. Luke took two bites and then pushed the plate away, hand on his belly. 

“No more,” he mumbled, slightly bummed out. “I’m flu.”

He absolutely hated not having an appetite; it was so unlike him. You could tell your boyfriend was rather down-in-the-dumps about being sick on Christmas, so you pecked his fevered lips softly and then laid your head on his chest. Luke let out a happy hum, body relaxing now that you were cuddling him. All was quiet for quite a bit until Luke shifted, deep voice pulling you out of a sleepy trance. 

“Can we open presents?” he asked. 

It was a tradition between the two of you to open your gifts from each other on Christmas Eve, and despite being sick, he wanted to uphold the tradition again this year. 

“Do you feel up to it?” You asked, cupping his warm cheek. “Don’t push yourself, bubba.”

“I do,” Luke smiled, hugging you. “Please? I wanna give you your gift.”

“If you so insist. Lead the way.”

In a true, Christmas magic fashion, Luke seemed to get renewed energy, pulling you downstairs to the Christmas tree in your living room. He sat you down on the couch, giving you a slender box that was wrapped in rose gold wrapping paper and tied with a pretty, white ribbon. 

“Open it, baby.” he hummed, clearly excited. 

You practically tore through the gift, knowing that whatever it was must’ve been good because Luke was so excited. Tears welled in your eyes as you saw two pieces of paper and realized what they were. Inside the box were two plane tickets to Paris, which is where you had wanted to go since you were a young girl. You threw your arms around Luke’s neck, squealing. 

“Thank you!” You kissed his cheek. “Thank you thank you thank you. When do we go?”

“In March, just in time to see the flowers bloom,” Luke smiled, letting out a chesty cough. “I love you.”

You pecked his lips quickly, only for Luke to jokingly push you away with a “You’ll get sick”. Your response was a rather cliché “I don’t care” as you handed Luke his gift bag. The blond smiled as he pulled out everything that had been on his Christmas list, from a new Paramore vinyl to a new coffee mug. 

“You outdid yourself,” Luke said softly, squeezing your hips. “Thank you, baby girl.” 

You blushed, patting Luke’s back as he sniffled. “I know you’re sick and it really, really sucks, but I love Christmas as long as it’s with you.” You told him, resting your head on his shoulder.

The blond coughed again, but smiled. “Merry Christmas, Princess Y/N. My favorite girl.”

And as you led Luke back upstairs to bed, you couldn’t help but to smile at how good this Christmas had been, even though Luke was sick. You knew that as long as you had him, every holiday would be magical. 

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings fanfiction #luke hemmings imagines #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings x reader #ashton irwin #michael clifford #5sos fanfic #5 seconds of summer #fanfic #calum hood #5sos #luke 5sos #calum hood smut #calum hood fanfic #calum hood imagines #calum 5sos #calum hood fluff #michael clifford x y/n #michael clifford smut #michael clifford imagines #michael 5 seconds of summer #michael 5sos #ashton irwin x y/n #ashton irwin imagines #ashton 5sos #5sos imgaines #5sos blurb #5sos imagine #5sos fic

[gffa]

I noticed that you're diving into Batman comics recently, and I decided to ask you: do you think that Batman's relationship with his Robins is his "redemption" story? I mean, even though this wasn't the case when Dick was first introduced, the modern Robins are very much pulling the Dark Knight out of the shadows. It's not the same as Luke Skywalker unmasking Darth Vader in Episode VI, but it's kinda the same situation - they're causing Bruce Wayne to wake up under the Batman mask...

Ask a dozen different comics writers, all who are just as foundational/not foundational as each other because there's no singular creator here, and you'll get a dozen different answers to this question, but! I would say that, yes, Batman's relationship with Robins is a "you saved me from the dark" story--not that Bruce needs a redemption in the same way a villain does, but he does need pulling back from the light. Modern versions of the first Robin almost always come back to this--Dick Grayson brought light and laughter to Wayne Manor, that Bruce was in a dark place and Dick brought him out of those shadows:

(Robin: Year One + Detective Comics #1000) That when he starts wandering back into the dark, Robin is there to go, "Nah, that's bullshit." It's not always necessarily something that Bruce easily accepts, sometimes he feels guilty about what that cost Dick, to be that for him--though, Dick usually points out that he chooses what he wants to do and that he gained so much when Bruce saved him, just as much as he gave back to Bruce. It's not just when he was a kid, but even as an adult, Dick is still the one that most often does so as an adult--where sometimes he does have to back off that, because Bruce relies on him so heavily for it (and then winds up calling Bruce to talk to him about it anyway 😂) and Dick often just naturally steps into that role, like in the recent Gotham War storyline. That's how deeply embedded the theme is in their dynamic--that it's not just that Dick pulls him out of the dark, it's such a common occurrence that sometimes the question has to be asked, "Does this have a cost on Dick, to be the light to Bruce's darkness?"

(Batman: Urban Legends, "The Murder Club") Because that often is the role Dick plays in Batman's life--he's not the only one that Bruce trusts with this, he has a whole roster of friends (he's brightened by his friendship with Clark, for example, or Alfred emotionally supports him constantly and helps stabilize him), but if you have to pick one heart of the family, of Bruce's family, it's absolutely Dick Grayson:

(Batman: Urban Legends, "The Murder Club") To the point, that when others can't do it, they call in Dick to be the Bruce Whisperer like Tim did in that Urban Legends story or like Alfred does when Bruce is spiraling over Damian's death:

("Robin Rises") But honestly, it's true of all of them:

(Batman 2016) I'm focusing most on Dick here because a) that's the majority of what I've read since I came back to comics and b) because he does tend to be the one that falls into that role the most often, but all of the Robins generally are there to remind Bruce to be a better person, all of his friendships with the other superheroes like Clark and Diana and Barry are there to help him be a better person:

(Batman: Knight Terrors) While they're all inextricably tied to their costumed identities, these are people who keep him grounded as Bruce Wayne rather than stripping him down to just Batman, they're the ones who remind him that they're not just soldiers in a war, they're his sons, they're family, and he doesn't keep them around because he needs fighters, he keeps them around because he loves them. That, while it's rarely commented on directly, it is woven into the themes of Batman that his character arc is: he lost his parents, he lost the stability that family would give him, but he gained a son, he grew to accept people into his heart again, to love them, to grow into a better person for them, to come out of the dark for them, to not let what happened to his parents happen to his son:

(Nightwing 2016 #84) There's a ton more examples that I can't overload this post with (and also I'm still catching up) but, yeah, it's very, very much a theme with many authors that the Robins bring Batman out of the dark, they're his salvation, they're the healing of a little boy who lost his parents growing up and healing through taking in children of his own. Children teach you how to love, they teach you compassion, they make you a better person. In that, the story of Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker is very much a sibling theme to Batman and the Robins.

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #dick grayson #bruce wayne #long post

[diana-bluewolf]

MC profile

Some info about my MC Chris Mongrel. Profile is under the cut.

Name: Chris Mongrel

House: Slytherin

Birthday: 24th November

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Demisexual, demiromantic

Nationality: British

Residence: Oxford, Oxfordshire, England

Motto: Sink or swim

Wand: Cedar Wood, Phoenix feather, 12 ½" Length, Slightly yielding flexibility

"Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find strength of character and unusual loyalty. The cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond." Olivander

A wand with this flexibility will initially resist new owners, but if the owner is persistent, it will warm up eventually. Wand owners with slightly yielding wands are often very kind and compassionate, but they may have some reluctance in trusting others since they possess a strong sense of skepticism.

Patronus: Dingo

APPEARANCE

Hair colour : dark brown

Eye colour : minty green

Skin tone : beige

Distinguishing features : freckles, scar over the left eye. Due to sleep deprivation, there are often dark circles under his eyes.

PERSONALITY

MBTI: INTP

Enneagram: 5w4 sx/sp

Four temperaments: Phlegmatic-melancholic

Strengths:

logic

creativeness

resourcefulness

resilience

quick-thinking

he can be a good listener

loyalty

he can notice patterns in close people’s behaviour and figure out when they are not okay by small changes in it

Weaknesses:

disconnection and tendency to get easily lost in thoughts

low self-worth

adrenaline addictiveness

absolute recklessness regarding his safety

prone to self-isolation and melancholy

trust issues

insensitive at times, especially when he’s absorbed in a new project/puzzle

Hobbies:

drawing (he likes to do sketches of anything he finds fascinating)

experimenting with magic, enchanting muggle artefacts (like making a fountain pen with everlasting ink, a self-sharpening pencil or a notebook with extension charm)

Amortentia (what he smells like to others):

cedar wood (smell of pencil shaving) due to his habit of making notes and sketches, and he finds muggle stuff more convenient for it

forest and fresh air (as a result of frequent flying and exploring Forbidden Forest)

wiggenweld potion (a side effect of being adrenaline addictive)

Favourite subjects:

Charms

Transfiguration

Study of Ancient Runes

Defense Against Dark Arts

Least favourite subjects:

Care for Magical Creatures (how can you deal with something that is, with rare exceptions, as far from being logical as it gets?) 

Herbology (it’s just boring)

History of Magic (nothing wrong with history itself, but, gosh, Professor Binns’ lessons are such a waste of time! You can read everything you need to know in a book much faster)

Divination

When you are an adrenaline addictive introverted bookworm.

Childhood:

"Mongrel" isn't his real surname. When he was 11, Chris discovered himself at the doorway to a muggle charity school, a typical so-called bluecoat school in those times where orphans and kids from poor families lived and got educated (if they were lucky to get a place there). He didn't remember how he ended up there, how he got the fresh scar on his face, where he had lived before, who his parents were, not even his surname. 

A local boy passing by mentioned to Chris that weird kids with mental problems would never be accepted to any school, where there's not enough space even for "normal" children, and the best place for them is living on the streets or in workhouses. Chris didn't know if it was true but decided not to reveal to anyone that he didn't remember anything, just in case. 

The school's headmaster, a man with a strange, absent-minded expression (he was under the Imperius Curse), expected the new student to arrive that day. When Chris was asked his full name, he made up his surname promptly, saying the first word that crossed his mind. It was from the phrase the boy had told him, "Y'know, nobody wanna deal with mental mongrels like you."

A bit later, Chris realised that some snippets of his childhood were still tucked away in his memory: the precious and warm moments with his father, a muggle professor at Oxford University. Nevertheless, Chris didn't remember his name or what had happened to him. His dad sometimes spoke with him in a foreign language. For example, Chris remembered that ‘misha’ meant an affectionate version of the word ‘bear’. 

Relationships:

★Before he arrived at Hogwarts (and some time after), he had been struggling with insomnia and nightmares, especially the repetitive ones about an unfamiliar (or not?) boy with cloudy eyes. The dragon attack was, of course, a shocking experience for Chris, but when he first entered the Slytherin common room, he was even more stunned to meet a person who resembled the constant participant of his nightmares, though 4-5 years older.

★Chris and Ominis didn't get along at first. Or, more precisely, Ominis was hostile towards the new fifth-year. So even when he had to mention Chris to Sebastian, for example, he called him anything but by name. He could say "that walking magnet for troubles", "your accomplice", "your new best friend" (with some extent of sarcasm in his voice) or "the neophyte". It took him a while to address Chris by name for the first time.

★Eventually, they became very close. During the 7th year, Ominis developed romantic feelings for Chris but kept it a secret for many years because he was aware of Chris' asexuality (which turned out to be demisexuality later). Chris realized that his feelings towards Ominis had evolved beyond platonic only in their late 20s.

★For quite a long time after Chris arrived at Hogwarts, he mostly avoided people, trusting no one. Sebastian seemed friendly, but Chris was sure that it was only because of his ancient magic abilities, which possibly were a key to saving Anne. It took him some time to realise that Sebastian was actually a friend, not just someone he was hanging out with due to win-win cooperation.

★Before Chris could finally open up to Sebastian and Ominis, his only friend was a wolf that he named Misha (because it was huge and more resembled a bear than a wolf). Chris stumbled upon him in the Not-So-Forbidden Forest. The wolf was seriously wounded after a fight with a dugbog but still tried to attack the boy, who wanted to help. Dealing with animals and beasts was really not Chris' cup of tea, and he was annoyed by the irrational creature, which did everything to prevent its own rescue. But eventually, they got along, Misha recovered, and he would even start running to meet Chris whenever he entered the forest.

★Chris became good friends with Amit. He admired Amit’s thirst for knowledge, enthusiasm for researching his areas of interest and the ability to say no to things that make him uncomfortable.

★Professor Fig was the first person Chris opened up to. One of the most profound regrets in Chris' life was his inability to muster the courage to call Fig 'Dad' while he was still alive. After Fig's passing, Chris withdrew further into his shell, isolating himself even from Ominis and Sebastian.

★Chris contributed to making the Keepers' Wand with Olivander, offering what little help he could. Later, during the 6th and 7th years, Chris worked part-time for Olivander, mostly as an errand boy. He really enjoyed the job and became interested in crafting wands. Olivander helped Chris get over Fig's death.

Some facts:

★Before Hogwarts, Chris had never participated in magic duels. In fact, he didn’t even know that magic existed, being very sceptical about it when Fig first told him about Hogwarts. But anyway, he had to hone his reflexes in the frequent scuffles at the charity school, full of boys with behaviour problems.

★No matter the weather, he often feels cold, which makes him favour sweaters. When he was a student, his clothes, like most of his belongings, were quite shabby due to his extreme lifestyle and orphanhood. Besides, even when he earned some money by running errands like potion deliveries and later working for Olivander, buying new clothes was always his least priority. 

★Having all the extra assignments and schoolwork to catch up on, he always tries to push himself to the limit, sometimes neglecting to sleep. Due to his low self-worth, he feels he must do the maximum to prove to himself that he matters like others. He’s either the best or nothing. He doesn’t value his life at all, which, together with adrenaline addiction, makes risking it daily easier. 

★He can forget to sleep but tries not to miss meal times as he was often hungry in the charity school. Not a picky eater. 

★When he's nervous, he uses humour as a defence mechanism. While sometimes it helps to discharge tension, it can also be not appropriate at all. 

★He can easily break the rules if the pros outweigh the cons. 

★The Sorting Hat doubted whether to place him in Ravenclaw or Slytherin, but settled on the latter. Maybe the idea of sorting a guy with the last name ‘Mongrel’ into Slytherin of all places seemed funny to it, idk. But Chris can defend himself, anyway - he's used to it.

★He isn't the type of person who says "I love you." often, but even if he does, it may sound like, 

"I think I love you." 

"You…think?" 

"Well, all the symptoms confirm the diagnosis". 

★He had a hard time learning how to deal with emotions and feelings, mostly "postponing" them to process later. Though he rarely shows affection, it doesn't mean he isn't capable of it, but it takes him much time to open up to someone.

★He can be manipulative and cunning with strangers but becomes a different person with close people, trying to be as honest as possible. Able to admit when he's wrong. Prone to unnecessary self-sacrifices when it comes to those he holds dear. 

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy male mc #oc profile #chris mongrel

[sleepingdeath-light]

bullied college student s/o hcs ; michael myers

requested by ; megangovier20 (23/03/23)

fandom(s) ; halloween / slashers

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; michael myers (ambiguous)

outline ; “Hi there, could I possibly have a lil request of Michael Myers X plus size fem reader who is 21 years old and goes to college but gets bullied and runs home, after she goes home Michael hugs the reader and makes her feel better, thank you & btw love the blog!👻🖤”

warning(s) ; canon-typical references to violence, references to bullying, otherwise mostly fluff + one suggestive bullet point

note ; for non-americans like myself college=university

michael isn’t exactly well known for his ability to provide any sort of tangible comfort to his partner — arguably he’s one of the worst people for the job

so when you, the only thing in this world that he cares about, come running through the door in tears — he defaults to what he remembers his parents doing when he was young

he gathers you up into his arms with ease and just falls to the ground, positioning you so that you’re curled up into his chest and he’s able to completely surround you with his body

he’s rocking gently to-and-fro and pressing his lips against the crown of your head as you sob and gasp and weep and cling to him like you think he’ll disappear the moment you let go

he may not know exactly what caused your strife yet, but he’s going to do whatever he can to calm you down and help out

and once you’re calm enough to explain what happened to you, he’s absolutely livid — and as this is one of the rare times where he forgot to grab his mask, you can see the pure disgust in his eyes when you’re talking him through your terrible day

even if he’s non-verbal, he’s much more expressive than he gives himself credit for — and you’re more than able to decipher what he’s thinking, what he wants to say, after being together for so long

he doesn’t understand how people can be so needlessly cruel to you — the person who managed to get through to someone deemed by everyone else as a ‘monster’

how they could look upon the mind that entrances him, the heart that was open to him and the body that he adores and offer you anything but adoration

even if that is a hypocritical notion for a serial killer like himself to take, he doesn’t care

and he wants to inflict that same cruelty back onto them — but he recognises that violence isn’t what you need right now, not when you’re still so vulnerable and upset

so for now he’ll stay with you, comforting you with gentle touches and a sympathetic ear reserved only for you

he’ll keep close by your side until you fall asleep — holding you when you need him to and giving you space when you ask

warm and kind and gentle in ways only you get to see

and maybe something more than that — a tangible show of his appreciation for parts of yourself that those cruel classmates of yours scorned — if only you ask

it’s not as if he’s opposed to the more physical aspects of a relationship

but the moment you fall asleep, michael myers becomes the shape of haddonsfield once again

he’ll hunt down each of the people who hurt you and… well… i’m sure that i don’t need to describe what will follow

michael is protective by nature, so even though he can’t go out with you during the day without risking being captured, he’ll do what he can to ensure that you’re safe

he wants you to feel safe, loved and comfortable

no matter how many deaths it takes to make sure that’s the case

#sleepingdeath #female reader #plus size reader #halloween x reader #michael myers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher fluff #fluff hcs #fluff #slasher x female reader

[champagnemoon]

hi. what kind of advice would you give to someone who’s 28, and in a relationship for almost 4 years and they are feeling like the love and the dynamics aren’t what they need or wanted in a relationship. It’s starting to feel like I’m his homie. I’ve realised I’ve stopped being nurturing and caring towards him, ever since a quite traumatising Valentine’s Day, I got absolutely nothing not even a card, and it was year two of relationship. The first year he gave me thoughtful gifts and jewellery. Next year I had to give him essays as to why we should be planning more dates/bday gifts, etc, he’d say he rarely celebrated them with his exes. This is my first ever relationship, and it started at a time I was extremely insecure just about everything. We’ve had a conversation where he asked “if that’s the case do you think you were would have dated anyone that showed interest towards you?” And it hurt me to hear that. He is not a bad man at all, he can be considerate, he’s affectionate, but those moments where it’s like oh he just another man pop up I feel uneasy. I fear I’m the one that’s lost interest and I feel awful cus he says I’m the one for him, but it’s like idk who I am ?? I’m still struggling with anxiety and insecurities. I feel that I blended into his personality and likes/dislikes. Sometimes I fear that we don’t have intellectual compatibility. He has met my parents and said he will marry me. But now he’s saying marriage is just a piece of paper “my love for you does not equal marriage”, and that he will marry me cus that’s what I want. But idk if I’d wanna marry someone that doesn’t want marriage???

Beloved reread what you just wrote. You sound like you’re in the trenches emotionally and shouldn’t be even thinking about marriage with a man who causes all this chaos for you internally. You deserve happiness and a love that feels light and affirming.

[neurosharky]

Being at Your Worst Leaves its Marks

This post will only contain my personal opinion and experience. It may not be applicable to other people who have the same conditions as me and may likewise be relatable to people who have different ones.

I am not really sure how to start this post, so I guess let me warn you that there will be mentions of deep depression, unaliving thoughts/intents (insta doesnt like the s word), psychosis, paranoia, trauma, death, violence and whatever else falls under it tbh. This is not a happy post...I think...

I am not aiming for pity, nor am I trying to encourage people to do/believe any of the following, or discourage people from recovery! This is an educational piece and a chance for me to once again practise honesty, vulnerability and maybe shed light onto something rarely discussed, cus its just too personal.

Its been 8 years since I hit my personal first rock bottom. 8 years since I ran away from home for the day, because I didn't have the strength to just talk. I needed to create a situation in which I was forced to admit it, forced to talk about it. I couldn't do it on my own. Recently we visited that place again, that parking lot where I told my parents in tears, that I did not want to be alive.

Its still the exact same parking lot as it was and even though I am a changed person now, seeing that place again reminded me of things I had wanted to forget. It reminded me of scars that aren't visible, of marks you'll never be able to lay your eyes on.

That moment has stayed with me and I don't doubt that it will continue to do so. I will never forget how scared I was when I finally took my parents call after having ignored it for hours on end, but I will also never forget how relieved I was when I finally told them that I wanted to d*e and my mother threw her arms around me and I felt loved and seen for the first time in ages.

Its been 8 years since I had my first contact with the psychiatric industry in my country. 8 years since my first encounter with a therapist, who I told about my violent thoughts, my delusional beliefs, the situation at home, my feelings of being unloved & unseen, my mission and what I had been planning to do.

She medically recognized me with conduct disorder and gave me an ASPD prognosis, which is something I, today, am not happy about. I wish she had looked at me as someone who could still be fixed and wasn't doomed to develop that condition, because ultimately it influenced me negatively and is part of why I do fit it today. She was in the position to tell me that I wasn't a lost cause and she did the exact opposite.

I still don't hate her though, because despite her being the cause of one of my biggest "what if" scenario spirals, she never, not once told me I was an evil monster or a bad person. She was non judgemental when it mattered, she didn't forcibly admit me even when she could have done it easily, but instead gave me the power to choose my own path. That, I will forever remain thankful for, even if I am unhappy about the way my case was handled overall. I still can't help but wonder: what if?

Its been 8 years since I stood in front of my classmates declaring that the government is controlling us, that they are all sheep and that I am the only one who understands what is really going on, but that that also is the reason why the government is out to get me. 8 years since I was so undeniably convinced that I was not human, as I was so much better than them, and thought I had been given the mission to save humanity or eradicate it.

I must have seemed absolutely insane and looney to my classmates, while I was spouting those beliefs, while also telling them explicitly about the fate that was awaiting them by my hand, namely: "death". I am still surprised that no one ever reported me to the teachers, but I guess they just never took me seriously and instead encouraged me to end it all, or just come and end them, so I'd be arrested.

To this day I am cautious about any type of literature about school sh*otings, nonhumanity, governmental control and the like, just as I am careful about political ideology. I know what it did to me, I can still remember every single moment and I am scared of what it could do to me again in the wrong circumstances. It has left a mark. A glaring one.

Its been 8 years since a lot of the most traumatizing and bad shit of my life happened and in those 8 years there has rarely been a moment, where it has not affected my life in some way. Not a single moment, where it has truly left me alone, because those things have scarred the inside of me.

Hitting rock bottom, having to be honest about whats going on, being confronted with choices that I didn't know were going to significantly shape my future and having to live with the things that happened, because I did in fact survive that period? Theres no words that'll ever describe how hard that is.

I am not angry that I chose to work on myself.

I don't regret getting better and telling people.

I don't yearn for how things used to be.

Well most of the time at least.

But what I did really want to talk about is this: No matter how much I recover, no matter how well I get, there will always be marks and scars, that I can't forget.

I'll forever have to be careful around politics, media and the like, because I know how easy I am triggered and lose myself in the wrong things. No amount of recovery will erase that danger completely and no amount of recovery will take away the anxiety I have regarding this.

I'll forever have to live with the choices I made, the things I claimed and the thoughts I had and most especially the consequences this had on how people viewed me. No amount of recovery is gonna get rid of the past and no amount of recovery will erase the knowledge, that some people out there have the power to ruin my life, if they went public with the things I did, to the wrong people at the wrong time. They could tear me apart and portray me as the villain, because I was (even if non maliciously sometimes) and I am scared of it, cause I really really don't want to be that villain anymore.

I'll forever remember the places and times where significant things happened. I can't go to a McDonalds without remembering that evening in the parking lot. I can't walk by my old house without remembering the countless fights. I can't walk by my old school without remembering the worst days. No amount of recovery will take those memories away and no amount of recovery will erase what those moments have done. I know that the effect of those memories will lessen and that I get to choose how I look at them, but they'll always define me. And while that isn't necessarily a bad thing, I really do dislike that sometimes.

As mentioned in the beginning, I am not aiming to discourage you from recovery! Rather I want to give a kinda realistic picture of what life, pre rock bottom, could look like for many people.

Its a weird sort of situation when you have changed a lot,

have worked trough loads of things and are so much better off overall, but still have to live your daily life with the knowledge of what once was and what could be again.

I never intended to be here at this point yk? I wasn't supposed to still be here. But I am and I got to a point where I am also just kinda glad I am? Which however, and this is very important to me, doesn't mean I am not still traumatized and scarred. I am, heavily so! Those things still haunt me and maybe they will forever, cause I don't know if you can truly get rid of marks that deep! But yk what? I kinda think I am really beautiful with marks and scars like that and I decided that I am not gonna let them stop me from being happy.

(first posted on my instagram (same @)

#mental health education #actually aspd #mental health #aspd awareness #mental heath awareness #recovery efforts #recovery #psychiatric system #psychosis awareness #delusional

[f1uckinghell]

a few weeks back i blacked out and when i came to, i had reread all of virtues. so i apologize if this is long and rambling, but i have A Lot Of Feelings about vv!max (and riley)

tw for mentions of weight, body image, and disordered eating

keep in mind that they first time i read virtues, i ended up accidentally reading it in chronological order because b,w was the first work in the series i came across. so i didn't know that while maxiel was the ultimate goal, there was also some lestappen endgame in the later parts.

case in point: the very first chapter of b,w i was mortally wounded and dealt 10 psychic damage when i realized (the second time around) that charles purposefully ordered more food than he knew he could eat just so he could offer the rest to max. just...charles still caring for max and being able to clock what was going on despite them not being real "friends" at that point--i think i would take it less personally if you just came to my house and murdered me irl next time.

i also remember reading an old ask a while back asking about each of the pack member's favorite foods. and i believe (iirc) you had said that max's was mashed potatoes. and it makes the one dinner scene in b,w so much more, like, devastating when max is going to give himself another helping but is then told that he's had enough.

and it makes me think that those times where he'd go have dinner at charles' house with his family, it would raise a few eyebrows. because charles' parents know max. they remember him. and here he is minimally filling his plate and politely declining when they ask if he'd like any more. so after he leaves to go home, they're concerned and asking charles like, "what's going on? he eats like a bird." and charles wants to tell them, but feels it's not his place to go behind max's back like that.

and even after the events of b,w and after max moves in with daniel and michael, it...takes him awhile to let his relationship with food begin to heal. and while the pack is more body positive, i feel like max sits more firmly in the camp of body neutrality. he no longer feels bad about how he looks, per se, but he rarely outright says he looks good either. and he believes that no one ever has to look good. his body is what it is. it's useful in a lot of ways--gets him where he needs to go, allows him to care for his pack and his pups--and he chooses to just not think about it if he doesn't have to.

however, as a parent (and even before he was a parent but quickly deemed the primary cook of the pack), a facet of his love manifests as him asking the pups and the others, "did you get enough to eat?" being met with soft sighs but genuine smiles and answers of "yes, max/yes, mama." and he's always at the ready refill plates and send guests home with plenty of leftovers.

so then during the stressful period where he and daniel are in the midst of the triplets being diagnosed, you had mentioned that the strife felt within the pack is a catalyst for riley developing his own disordered eating habits. and it makes max absolutely sick with worry and guilt, the ideas of "it's my fault," and "i'm turning into the parent i always swore i'd never become." it being yet another thing that keeps him awake at night during that time, until daniel (or charles, really) pulls him aside like "you need to tell me what's going through your head. or else we're never going to find a way to go about approaching this issue."

do you mind if i just-- :(((((((

Everytime someone tells me they absolutely binged the VV series, it adds at least 1 month to my lifespan. <3 thank you for your amazing ask!!!!!

tw: disordered eating, food and weight in general

Where to even begin! You picked up on so much here.

In his teens, Max has a very difficult relationship with food, but luckily he has at least some emotional ressources/resilience to saves him from completely spiraling into a full eating disorder.

Charles family definitely notice, and I think Charles' parents bring them snacks much more often when Max is around, offer him more food etc. Charles also tells them that Max has to do all the cooking at home, so Pascale always cooks big dinners when Max stays over.

I love what you said about body neutrality, because to reach that would be such a huge step for Max. His body is good because it carries him, it carries his pups, it carries his pack. It doesn't always have to be absolute self-love, sometimes self-acceptance is a step forward.

Food is definitely a love language for Max. He always makes sure everyone is fed, especially his kids. He never forbids them from getting snacks, and even candy and baked goods are always openly available. Which is why Riley having issues with food would just hit him even harder, because it would feel like he failed him and make him absolutely sick with worry.

With all of the storylines around the pups, one of my biggest intentions is to show that even good parents make mistakes, or that sometimes things out of their control happen which fuck up the child in some ways. But if they're good parents, they will be there for their kid and be supportive. And Max (and Daniel, and Charles, and all of them) is supportive of Riley, gets him to a doctor, a psychologist, makes sure to educate himself and support Riley however he can. Daniel shows up, picks him up from school, sometimes just drives by to let him eat in the car when he feels too anxious, and they all just work together to help him, which in turn heals Max's inner child a bit as well.

#asks #virtues verse #angst tag #vv!riley #vv!max #vv!maxiel #vv!daniel #vv!charles #pack tag #pup tag #tw: eating disorder #tw: food #tw: weight

[delusion-of-negation]

so the blog from this post blocked me from what I can see, sad

they have a myriad of other posts on the topic, some of which I found more points I wanted to refute, here's some notable ones

and here's a few particularly relevant/incorrect quotes in those

"Parents have total legal and environmental control over their children. The actions of a child are the parent’s responsibility."

"You can not create a situation where a child is totally dependent on a parent for help, and then blame the child when they need help that they’re not getting."

"You cannot be a parent and blame a mentally ill child that you are not helping for their mental illness and accuse that child of abusing you"

"If a child who is a minor is violent toward their parent it is the result of mental illness, abuse, or neglect– and it is the parent’s literal job to rectify any of these problems."

"If a child is mentally ill and violent whose responsibility is to to help them??"

"Get the fuck off our blog if you think there’s some reason besides abuse, neglect or mental illness that a child who is a minor would “abuse” their parents."

"There is simply no ethical way to frame any violent actions of a person against someone who has total control over them and their environment as ‘abuse’ no matter the circumstances."

so, have you found the issue? they think abuse = bad person, an action taken purely because you're evil, no sway from the world, including the victim, has made you do this. and they think that I essentially said "children can just be demons who want to harm because they're demons :)" when what I actually said was that a situation absolutely can arise when a minor child has power (for example, having drugged a parent, having a very immobile and severely disabled parent, etc) and a situation where a minor has beaten, raped, abused, etc doesn't mean that they didn't do the thing they did, just because the adult had power or was partially accountable in allowing the child to get to that point. that it was definitely rare, but these situations and outliers and weird cases beyond generic assumptions based on what we see on paper do happen. and the kicker is that I don't view "abuse" as being just synonymous with "entirely to blame", I think every abuser would ultimately not be doing it if you changed things, environment, a mental health issue, radicalisation, etc, they're all ultimately just made into abusers, they aren't wretched cursed souls. so when I explain that leaving an immobile parent in their own shit to go in your friend's van and smoke weed is neglect, I'm not saying that there's anything evil in the kid, I'm not saying the victim couldn't change the outcome, I'm not saying any of the words these little explosions from this blog put in their detractors' mouths, that's because I'm using abuse to mean fucking abuse. that's it. some nonsensical strings you've attached about deserving blame are genuinely not my job to account for. minors can be abusive, and blaming parents for failing to save the minor from themself isn't actually an invalidation of the fact that an abusive action and/or repeated pattern took place. I'm not talking about an autistic kid swinging their arms around, everyone has made it clear we only actually mean drugging and raping, murdering in cold blood, or situations of that level. anons (not me, I don't send asks on anon because personal reasons) have explained this to you. the idea a parent takes full responsibility if they're raped, because they got birthed into a system that limits the power of children is absurd.

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Thanks so much @user-needs-new-hyperfixation for sharing your fic"The First Poem". It's one of my fav sherliam fic until now.... And imagine my surprise when I read that one of the thing that inspire you to wrote this fic is that one scene from Vanitas no Carte.....💐🌷🌺

Can I ask for advice if you don't mind? My friend wants to write rare pair from Yuumori, between Mycroft and Hudson. So somehow they got into relationship between those 3 years gap, and when Sherlock & William got back to London, miss Hudson found out that she got pregnant.... Now, my friend knows that I ship Mycroft and Albert but still want to ask my opinion on her fic. What do you think? Does that plot seem ooc to you? Is it possible in au?

Sorry for my long ask....

Having now been reassured that the friend is cool with this, I can answer haha! (Thanks for that!)

(Sorry for my long answer! 😅)

First off, thank you so much for reading my fic! I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it!! 😊

Even though I obviously very much ship Mycroft/Albert, I do also really really like Mycroft/Hudson. I think it's as valid as any of the other side pairings: Sherliam is the big essentially canon ship and everything else is just kind of taking little crumbs and running with them, and that's great and fun and I love doing it, haha!

I've written random posts before about how I think Mycroft and Miss Hudson could have a very...idk, mature? romance. They're both very independent and well into adulthood. I think they would be really forthright and have a good idea of what they want from life, and, in a relationship context, from each other. I tend to think they'd avoid a lot of the drama that comes with younger romances (*affectionately side-eyes Sherliam's theatrics*).

Also I always think they'd be really good parents because they've already been parenting Sherly together for years. 😆 (I kid, they're definitely both more older siblings to him. Regardless, it's a cute part of their bond.)

I think them growing closer together during the timeskip years is a very realistic possibility. It's canonical that they were there for each other in their grief at least to some degree, with the adorable milk tea thing and whatnot. It's sweet to imagine them discovering something new and joyful together while they comfort each other.

I don't know how familiar you and your friend are with the Victorian Era, but the one caution I'll give just in case is that if an (I'm assuming) unmarried pregnancy is treated in a Victorian-setting fic the way it would be in the modern day, it would absolutely take me right out of the story. Being unmarried and pregnant then was A Big Deal, with relatively few options for how to proceed (here's an article about one of those options: TW for mentions of rape and suicide). So, if the fic isn't a modern day AU, I would want to see those problems at least be acknowledged. Most likely it would put the couple in a position where a quick wedding makes the most sense. (Of course, if the idea is that they actually got married during the timeskip, disregard all this lol!)

Anyway, I would actually love to see more Mycroft/Hudson fics in general, so I'm eager to see what your friend comes up with! I don't think there's anything ooc about the pairing at all -- at least, no more so than any of the other ships besides Sherliam. In fact, I could probably even argue that Mycal (at least with the way most of us like to write Albert 😅) is much more ooc from a canon perspective. I'm always delighted to hear about (new?) people making fic for our lovely little fandom, and I wish your friend all the best with their writing!!

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #asks

[finncomet]

Did they believe in Santa?: Santa isn't really a thing in Ooo, so no. Only people who seem to be familiar with him are like, Marceline and Simon, aka people who were around before the Great Mushroom Wars 1000+ years earlier. Then again, it was never confirmed whether or not that was a part of human culture that stuck around in Founders' Island, but seeing as Finn wasn't raised there, it doesn't make a difference in his case. It is implied that Santa was one of the bearers of the ice crown, since he's shown in the episode "Broke His Crown".

Were they a dinosaur or rock kid?: Definitely rock kid. This guy used to eat rocks. He probably found all kinds of cool ones on his adventures, especially during dungeon crawls (underground). A lot of them likely had magical properties or curses or whatnot. That's not to say Finn wouldn't be interested in dinosaurs, but to him they wouldn't be much different from any other monster roaming Ooo, so not quite as exciting compared to how modern kids see them. Also, there was an episode where Finn and Jake randomly hitched a ride with pterodactyl? Implying that some dinosaurs are actually around somehow. Maybe a Jurassic Park type scenario.

Bugs or slimy critters?: Both? Though he leans towards bugs due to his previous life as a butterfly. Also he has a roommate who's a worm.

Do they fidget? How?: Yes, definitely. This guy has adhd. It's very hard for him to sit still too long, unless he's actively meditating. He jiggles his legs a lot, fidgets with his hands, scratches his head. Makes weird little sounds. The question is how doesn't he fidget? It gets worse when he's feeling nervous or awkward.

What were they frequently in trouble for as a child?: Well... obviously. This is Finn, he's still frequently in trouble. But it's a different kind of trouble lol. Less 'go to your room' and more 'oh my god are you trying to get killed?' Anyone who's watched Adventure Time knows. That said, his parents having died when he was still pretty young, Jake raised him with a very nonchalant 'let Finn do what he wants' attitude. So he was rarely ever disciplined.

What underwear do they like?: Uh. The normal kind??

Designs on clothing or no?: He goes for very plain and simple outfits. They get destroyed pretty quickly so what's the point.

Birthmarks?: In the episode "Crossover" he claims to have a sideways teardrop birthmark "in like a really weird place." This is obviously some kind of comet shape.

Do they have good self control?: It depends. He can, but there are situations where he absolutely does not. Many situations. He's known for being reckless, and he can't stand to be inactive if he thinks someone needs help. And he's an adrenaline addict.

Favorite franchise?: Idk... the only franchise ever really talked abt in Adventure Time are the "Heat Signature" movies, which are portrayed as some kind of ghost-story psychological thriller/horror. So I do headcanon him liking those kind of movies and stories in general.

Do they re-enact scenarios in the shower?: Sometimes, but a lot of times he's so exhausted he just completely spaces out.

Do they tell the waiter that their order is wrong?: He's not a picky eater, so he probably wouldn't care enough to say anything. If he did, he'd be extremely polite about it, try not to make it a big deal.

Stairs or elevator?: Finn's claustrophobic after what happened with Golb, so not a fan of places like elevators. He'll use one if he has to, but would much rather use stairs.

Are they an exaggerator when telling stories?: Honestly, usually the opposite. He'll just blurt out the most insane sounding life-or-death absolutely twisted scenario like he's talking about going grocery shopping.

Tagged by: @chronicparagon

Tagging: everyone!

#finnfo #dash memes

[akilliosacheron]

Can you talk about the original three talkers? Trevino and Kennedy and TyVi?

oh, you know i can.

kennedy and trevino have this really connected lore for me. they went to the same school all throughout life and trevino was the one friend that kennedy ever picked that their parents didnt despise, so kennedy sort of clung to him really tightly for a very long time. so those two have this huge thing where theyre really good at reading eachother, to the point where they had a crush of some sort on eachother and never did anything about it.

Kennedy & Trev met Tyvi first when at least Kennedy was 16 and had just gotten their first car, they drove to this random backwater town a province over and met tyvi and ziwa, your 'i hate my parents and i hate this town!' type of teenagers, and ended up hanging out with them for the day.

they all sort of forget about that until later, in most cases they remember meeting properly at some random blaseball game years later when kennedy was sort of scouting for potential talent. most of the talkers s1 roster feels like people who just stumbled across recruitment for the team and joined except for tyvi and maybe bates to me, maybe also ogjenkins. i wouldnt put it past kennedy to try to make things as official looking as possible.

trevino is an architect. ive mentioned it a few times but i think its a real fun concept. he specializes in underwater structures and is really good stabilizing and developing buildings meant to be partially underwater. I think trevino would have been good friends with the Leviathan and a big fan of the Underarena if he had been on the team for longer. Even though he's a timid guy i think he would have loved the structural nonsense in the Underarena. Kennedy and Tyvi dont know jack about architecture but they absolutely love to hear trevino talk about it because he gets very passionate and opinionated and rarely does he get like that.

Tyvi ive always thought of not being able to touch people who didnt have poison, so they became friends with ziwa because they were literally the only friend option in their little town or whatever but theyre the kind of people who should have been friends anyway so its all good. tyvi is prickly physically and it sort of made them prickly with other people, in a sense, because theyre really affectionate without realizing sometimes and they didnt want to hurt someone again so they figured it was easier to keep a distance from most people who would get hurt. They have some form of medication that deactivates their poison that they take in tense scenarios when they might need to lend physical aid like when trevino was incinerated oops

Kennedy is probably immune to Tyvi's poison, but they never risked it. Kennedy is super fun for me to think about because they have so much potential nonsense going on. flootball star that retired to play blaseball at the height of their career. has a child. started a whole blaseball team. is a shapeshifter that doesnt ever shapeshift. married a prehistory player and due to Book Schenanigans forgot all about them. in love with their best friend. hotheaded goofball but tries to convince everyone theyre professional about everything. theyre so augh. love em

tyvi being captain is fun dynamic wise because theyre probably the middle point between trevino and kennedy. kennedy can be super forceful and trevino can be a pushover. Tyvi is a good captain because they manage to balance in the middle of both of those things. the more i think about tyvi the more and more they are a middle point between kennedy and trevino and stuff like that is fun. i like thinking about them in the hall because its Free Real EstateTM for bonding time. what else are you gonna do? might as well hsve bonding time. also youre dead so why would tyvi's poison work??? tyvi hugging trevino addiction real. trevino is a good soft boy he deserves to be hugged.

thats my basics i think? maybe? in no particular order? idk i just sort of rambled thats what this is all about right /j

#kennedy alstott #tyler violet #trevino merritt #s1 talkers actually have my soul #theyre abstract to me in a really funky way because i wasnt around for s1 #mailor #blaseball

[beta-adjacent]

U have oc's? Can we hear about them? 👀

-pin3-vin3

MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA YOU FELL INTO MY TRAP!!!!!!! YES ABSOLUTELY YOU CAN HEAR ABOUT THEM OKOKOKOKOKP

So!!!!!!! Y’all need context. Game Grumps. Y’all know of them, remember them? It doesn’t matter if you actually do, all that does matter is that you know I’ve loved them since I was a kid. I mean, I don’t watch their shit a lot nowadays but if there’s one series I almost Always try to keep up with its their horse girl games. The genre of horse girl games are Fascinating to me. I’ve never seen a play through that actually made it to the end of one, because the end is Never the point of a horse girl game. The point is making your dream horse, riding through open maps, grooming your dream horse, completing useless side quests, bonding with your dream horse!!!!! And Game Grumps is especially great at recognizing that because improv just tends to go off the rails in those games. And everytime I watch a horse girl game they play, and listen to the silly voices they do, I think about my own fictional horse girl universe.

So, introducing!!!!!!!!!

Camila

Lemme break down the character.

At this phase, Camila is ≈12 years old, a prime time of the horse girl phase

In fact, she’s the main protag of a horse girl game (assuming I ever made this into a playable game lol)!!!

What’s the catch? She actually had her horse phase a Wayyyyyyyyyyy long time ago. Horses are for babies. Now she’s knee-deep in her emo emo phase. Gerard Way is her boyfriend and you can’t tell her otherwise. She writes bad FanFiction.net fanfics instead of doing her homework (A/N: n her 30 followurz LUV it!! >w<) . She even dyed her “scene kid” hair with Koolaid in secret…. Until it didn’t wash off in the sink 30 minutes later. It wasn’t so secret then.

All of this “rebellion” leads Camila’s mom to enroll her in a summer camp for horse riders. Does the mom actually enroll her because she doesn’t know how to connect to her kid and her new interests? Was this actually a camp the family saved up for years for Camila to go to, and aren’t going to let the money go to waste? Is the mom just looking for a way to get rid of her kid for the summer? …I have no clue yet.

But yes, as you’d imagine, Camila goes to this horse rider’s camp for the summer and meets generic friends and she kind of hates them all at first but slowly grows to realize they’re ok. And she does end up still loving her horse and having a lot of knowledge on them (even though it turns out she’s Really bad at riding them). And there’s a Nancy Drew-ass, save-the-animals plot that happens along the way because it’s a fucking horse girl game godammit!!!!

Point is that Camila is my humorous take of a horse girl game protag that I’d actually want to play as (because I hate self-inserts, sorry). She’s a fucking snot because she’s a 12 year old who thinks she knows how the world works.

Fashion note: she tries to have the emo fashion but she fails spectacularly. Honestly she shouldn’t even have the Paramore shirt, but the pink not-matching-at-all hoodie is accurate. Maybe she got the one band tee for Christmas from her cool aunt, and it's become a bit of a comfort item

So, my horse girl game takes place in 2006, ironically the summer right before the Wii launches (which is where a lot of these games are born). Camila has, and frequently uses, AOL (before it dies in late 2008ish). And there's one, single, archaic computer at the local library outside of the horse camp that she visits every week for her free hours.

So every week she talks to her online BFF…..

Journee

Yes folks, that is indeed “Journey” with two ‘e’s. I think the name is cringe too, but I've kept it ever since I made them back in 2017, which is an extremely rare case for me, and I treasure that. Journee's actually part of an independent story from Camila (who was made in 2022). The intention with Journee has always been an emo who couldn’t actually look emo because their parents would kill them if they did.

But that gimmick is what makes Journee's inclusion in the horse girl game the crossover of a lifetime. Because Camila and Journee both need a friend who was also into emo shit, to fuel each other's obsession with it. Journee especially needs it because they canonically grow up to fulfill their emo fantasies (I haven't decided if Camila does the same). So the two work great for each other's individual stories.

Here’s how Journee's adapted into the Horse Girl Game AU:

In the original story, Journey is a whopping 14.5 years old, a freshman in high school. In this story, they're ≈12 years old. Older than Camila but honestly not by much, maybe 4 months!

A BIG fan of emo shit but their parents (obviously) won’t let them do anything. They think, "Camila’s lucky; at least Camila’s dad actually buys her Koolaid". Journee doesn't know Camila's dad actually bought it for her younger brother, and she stole it. But still, it's the principle! All Journee has is this gross tea their mom always makes to “promote more collagen” or whatever

Speaking of, Journee is one of those kids who got acne immediately as puberty started, and is absolutely going to gain acne scars as they grow up because they keep scratching at it.

Camila and Journee are online friends exclusively for an extremely long time; they met through a fanfic site a few months before the events of the horse girl game. Years later, they realize they actually lived embarrassingly close the whole time. They hang out a lot in-person in late high school, and then become mostly online friends again as they enter the adult world.

Note on the pronouns: I use they/them exclusively for Journee because Journee has always been one when I've written them. We're at a tricky spot in Journee's timeline because they are 12, nearly three years before their gender crisis-- meaning, they wouldn't be using they/them pronouns at this age. But I don't know what Journee's agab is; all I know is that when Camila befriends them, they pretend to be the opposite gender for a while. Just, tl;dr-- If I were ever to make the game, Journee's name wouldn't be Journee and they wouldn't be using they/them yet, but it absolutely still is Journee.

And in case you were interested, here's a rough idea of what they look like grown up (around 20s?). Camila I'm still questioning what route I wanna take with her, but I have a Very specific design for Journee and this piccrew does NOT do it justice. But I still need you to understand their dynamic is exactly the fucking same as it was when they were twelve and it's Hilarious.

These are not my first OCs by far but they're the ones I've cared about most recently (this crossover idea only happened maybe... a month ago? So the hype is still fresh). If you're interested in them, their stories, or any other characters I've made, lemme know! None of my characters/stories are particularly deep or insightful, but I still love them.

And here's the piccrews I used because I hate when people don't include links for that shit.

The solos

The group

#OCs #chai rl #FUCK YEAAAAAAAAAaaA #Journee-OC #Camila-OC #anon #ask