leafhollow

[iwontv-blog]

THE KING CONSORT || Rhaenyra & Aemond

Eh, ejem... ¿Aemyra lovers around here?

[killykstudio]

Melancholia

Miguel O'Hara X Cheated on!Reader

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6;

Warnings: 18+, heavy themes as su1c1de, depress1on , anx1ety, parano1a and intrusive thoughts, heavy angst , fluff , light smut.

Summary: After saving you from drowning, Miguel, on your own request, brings you away to your disastrous wedding. Concerned about your health, he brings you to his home, where you share intimate moment.

Author's note at the end

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"Oh! Congratulations!".

Miguel turns his head over his shoulder: he sees his neighbour smiling and making gestures as to say 'you lucky bastard'. Miguel clearly bothered replie-

"Thank you! See how pretty my wife is?" You reply to him sarcastically with a smirk. Miguel looks at you with wide eyes,surprised and annoyed. He carries you to his door before you could continue this shitshow of discussion.

He closes the door behind him with a foot and places you on the couch. He goes straight to another room and then comes back with a long sleeve hoodie and short pants.

"take them , change yourself , wait here and call me when you have finished... Do you like black tea?"

you nod to him and he leaves again. You change yourself with struggle , still feeling exhausted from everything. You stare at the walls and the ceiling: his house is pretty minimalistic; only a few decorations adorned the walls , photos of unknown people , smiling with him... Smiling? Someone could make him smile? God you wanted so badly to know them,like their relationships are fake or just yours are messed up... One in particular catches your attention: him and a child... He is a father?! They were so adorable together to the point you felt your heart melting. You take the picture in your hands and watch it carefully: they were both smiling; Miguel had a little stain of vanilla on his nose , clearly made by his daughter who held a cupcake; she was so cute, she looked like him, curly hairs and brown eyes... So he IS a father... He has a daughter...He has a fiancee... Your heart becomes heavy at this thoughts.

You start searching frenetically with your eyesight for a photo in which there could be a woman of his age

Who is she? God I bet she is so beautiful and charming. Do they get along? Maybe it's not his daughter it's his nephew?

Scanning in the room you see a lot of photos of a boy who you recognise as his brother since there are a lot of photos since childhood.

Even his brother looks wonderful. They are so happy. He has such a lovely family. Why did I meet his friend instead of him? Maybe I could have been the one in these photos! Maybe he would have loved me and cared. Why is it not me? Now he can only hate me: I left my wedding, left all the people in my life without saying anything to them, I am no more good than my husband.

I want him all for my self. It's just because he did something morally resonate? It's just because I felt important? This is so stupid! I AM SO STUPID! Why I'm think about this stuff! Calm down!!! Are those even my thoughts?! I hate mysel-

"Hey! Y/N are you okay?"

you snap out of your thoughts " yes a moment" you quickly change yourself and put the picture back to its place.

God... You can smell his scent : it's a mixture of wet wood and husky whiskey.

You called him and he comes back to you handling you a cup of tea. You thank him as you take the cup in your hands and start sipping it. He sits near you on the couch, leaning his back , stretching, a sighs leaves his mouth, he passes an hand in his disheveled hair , closing his eyes in pleasure. You scan him stunned.

" enjoying ?" He looks at you with the end of his eyes. You blush finally regaining color and warmth.

"the tea"

Oh...

You nod taking another sip. Your eyes still looked at each other

"How do you feel muñeca? Why did you do this?"

You break the stare. Your emotions are pooling again in your chest. "what...what does muNEca mean?"

Miguel pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs in frustration , then his face comes to watch you becoming more tendern

"I understand you don't wanna talk about it , but you see , you are at MY home and tomorrow you will have to face the consequences of your actions, if you talk to me about why all of this happened , I can help you to figure out a solution".

" you don't have to do any of this" your warmth leaving your face. "You could have left me there... dyi-

"drowning?!" He sighs . " Why do you treat yourself like this?! Have some respect for you , also for me I helped you and I am happy to have done this , but you should help me too , no?"

"you didn't help me , you only did for yourself to feel better and meet your moral standards"

Miguel eyes widened. He couldn't believe what you just said.

"oh I see...this how things are"

"this is how it is! Don't fake the opposite"

" you think everything you think is the reality, only your version of the world exists , you know the truth you know everything about everybody and how things work?!"

"it's not me , it's the truth! You can't mask it with fake values"

Miguel doesn't reply.

Finally he has understood. You think.

He gets up from the couch and starts leaving.

"wait! What are you doing!?"

You realise you have insulted him , you have offended him , again your stupid self did this

but it's the truth, but you hurt him, now he really dislikes you , as you did say all this kind of thing on purpose as you self filled your catastrophic thoughts .

Tears gather in the corner of your eyes

"w-wait!" You grab his wrist. He turns and sees you crying.

Coño...

He turns fully to you and he gives you your hand.

"Tomorrow we will talk about this , now you have to rest"

You grab his hand and he pulls you against his chest, smoothing your tears with his other hand and leads you to his bedroom.

"I didn't save you only because I thought was the right thing to do..."

Maybe I did it due to guilt?

he thought to himself, but as much as he tried to understand what led him to do it , he couldn't figure out the right answer.

You lay down on the mattress. He is covering you with a quilt. He leans at your face... Your noses are almost brushing together... His scent is making your head spinning and heart racing at a such speed.

"you can think in this way... I don't care... The only thing I care about is that I did it and you are here, muñeca" he whispers to you.

You open your mouth...also his is slightly open... Miguel stares at your lips... You lean in... Slowl-

"what does muNecA mean?" Miguel's expression in surprised.

"muñeca"

"muNEca"

"m-u-ñ-e-c-a"

"m-u-n-e-c-a"

"Still a start" he softly smile

"okay , keep your secrets". Your attention gets caught to the phone on the drawer beside the bed.

You swiftly catch it.

"don't you dare!" Miguel jumps on you from behind, trying to snatch away the phone from you. You giggle. "Why don't you want me to know! "

You are struggling and squinting under his weight and strength. Clearly he is holding back, he could manhandle you without problems.

" Chica mala" he says joking

When you thought you were having the best on him, he clench your wrists in his hands and opens your legs with his hips.

You can feel his pubes against yours.A strange feeling start gathering in your low stomach.

He is panting over you. A string of hair falling from his forehead.

"tu y yo tenemos un trato y tu no pudiste mantener tu palabra... Mereces un castigo".

He smirks

"Since you want it so bad I will teach you Spanish"

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Author's note: so first of all thank you for reading! Second I have to put my hands in front of me, I don't know Spanish , so if there are mistakes ,let me know.Also English is not my first language so there may be a lot of syntax errors. Third I want to share my plans for this fic: as you can see the reader suffers major mental health, I will try my best to not create a relationship where Miguel is gonna be the solution to all her problems. Also Miguel will have a deeper characterisation and his own issues. This story WON'T FETISHIZE MENTAL ILLNESS , but rather give an insight on how relationships work where one of them or both suffers from it, a character study. I won't spoil anymore so enjoy the ride and let me know your opinions .

Thanks!

Part 4 has been released!!!

[novelconcepts]

There are a lot of Worst Things about depression. Everybody's got a different Worst Thing. Hell, I can't always decide on what my personal Worst Thing is. Sometimes it's the numb despair. Sometimes, it's the dumb animal panic. Most of the time, though, it's that there isn't enough room inside of me.

What I mean is: I care about too many things. I think that's pretty standard these days for a lot of people. Empathy stretched fine as gossamer. We see so much suffering each day. We see so much more than any one person was meant to. So you wind up caring, because caring is what a person is wired to do, what makes life worth living. You care about people you know. You care about people you've never met. You care about situations in countries you haven't set foot in. You care about the political climate of your own hometown. You care about your own dreams. You care about your best friend's bad luck. You care about your pets' health. You care about when the next book in your favorite series will come out. You care, and you care, and you care, because you're wired to care about it all. It's exhausting sometimes, but it's life. Sometimes the best part of life.

With depression, the caring space gets to feeling too full. Has packed tight, all those elements butting into one another until they lose meaning, the darkness threading into the gaps. There just isn't enough room inside of me for all the fear and the despair and the weird empty anger, much less the stuff that actually matters. So I start shorting out. Because, see, depression makes it so I can't care; don't see a point in even trying. And the real me, the part of me that isn't being cannibalized by the demons, doesn't know how to do anything else. So the middle ground becomes: shrink the caring space. Shrink it down bit by bit. All systems are running at once, and we're getting low on juice, so the natural thing is to start shutting off lights. Start jettisoning the extraneous to make room.

Except it's depression at the wheel, not common sense, so it's not just the extra flair getting turned off. Not the despair and the mind-numbing terror and the reckless urge to pick fights. The stuff that winds up getting tossed is stuff I need. Stuff that keeps me going. It's all being shut down at once, no rhyme or reason, until I suddenly can't care about the things that are me. Intrinsic, fabric-level stuff. I can't care about creating. About making art. About telling stories. I can't care about other people telling stories. I can't care about my friends the way I'm supposed to. I can't care about their travel or their kids or their wins. I can't care about making food for myself. I can't care about brushing my teeth. I'm shutting down to component parts, but I didn't get to pick which components are still running full-power, so I wind up with just a handful of randomly blinking lights. Suddenly, I care very much about my fear of the future, my financial insecurity, how fast I can run a 5K, a single television show--and just about nothing else.

It isn't healthy. It's sure as fuck not sustainable. And I know from experience that the rest of the system will come back online eventually. I'll find myself telling another story in a week or a month. I'll find myself sketching something out of nowhere. I'll find myself able to grieve a lost loved one and treasure my new nephew. It'll all come back, in time. But it's the in-between bit that grates. The bit where I'm in the shuttle with my knees tucked against my chest, sucking oxygen through a straw, trying to conserve whatever is still running. The bit where I resent the people in my life who aren't running on fumes like I am. Where I'm furious that they can care, that they can move freely, that they aren't pacing a minuscule cage like I am. It's a loss, all the months and years I've spent on life support. It's a fucking waste.

That's where I am right now. Life support. Little things get in, from time to time. I can suddenly inhale a book series start to finish. I can suddenly coax myself into eating the same thing for lunch for three weeks straight. Those are extra lights on the dash, and I have to treasure them. Because there isn't really room, so any little thing that I find space for is a gift. And everything else--talking. planning. trusting. creating. intake.--has to stay dark for a little while longer.

It'll come back on. I have to believe it'll come back on.

In the meantime, I hunker in my shuttle, and I wait.

[meekmedea]

au idea: child of divorce

Except it's not really a divorce, unless you count it in terms of friendship. Because it's Hector and Max. And the child in question is actually a grandchild.

Another Hector Lives AU? (someone please stop me)

Hector & Cleopatra take in Clemensia after her parents pass in a car crash. (Foul play? Maybe. Coincidentally, a month later, a few people pass away in a series of unfortunate accidents)

Cleopatra still dies when the building they live in collapses - might have lived had she not gone in for something of Endymion's.

Hector is devastated - First his son. Now his wife. His home is gone too. All he has left is Clemmie, who's like 5 at this point.

Max offering up the presidential estate to him to figure out where to go from here. Their friendship is a bit rocky by this point, but it's not so terrible that Hector would refuse the offer.

It's meant to be a temporary thing, but as the war gets worse, they both agree that it's safer (for Clemensia) to be raised here than somewhere else.

Also Max is a bit worried that Hector is going to go off the deep end if Clemmie gets hurt.

2 old men attempting to raise a child together. Except it's mostly Hector. Max tries, but he offers up questionable advice at times. Prompting Hector to be like 🤨🤨 how did you raise your nieces and nephews by yourself again?

Clemmie ends up calling him 'Uncle Magnus'. Because it's a bit weird to have the kid living in your house call you 'Mr. President'.

Possibly the only kid that Max actually taught how to play piano and ended up sticking to it. Hector can't play to save his life.

A bit of a strange childhood. Very polite kid though.

Knows how to swear in a multitude of languages (Max's fault. Also maybe Hector's fault).

Max: $%^&* 😤 Clemmie, age 5: $%^&* 😊 Max, realizing with horror that there was a child in the vicinity: Clemensia, if I give you ice cream, can you never repeat that again?

Nearly convinced Max to let her have a dog – Hector intervened and said 'no' just before Max gave in.

She is convinced for the longest time that Max's real name was Magnus. Gave the adult Ravinstills a little shock when she was like 'Uncle Magnus!! 😊' and they just stared at Max, like "Who is this kid???"

Mpreg rumours are so strong in this AU. Doesn't matter that they're in the middle of a war, but the Ravinstills (sans Max) are convinced that Hector & Max had/have a thing. Nobody is denying that Clemmie is Endymion's daughter. But Endymion is also dead and unable to defend himself from the Ravinstill Lovechild allegations.

Not sure where Volumnia stands on the allegations. She does know of Clemmie's existence, Hector straight-up introduced her as "This is my semi-friend, Volumnia."

Volumnia doesn't get to be an aunt or anything. It's Dr. Gaul.

'Divorce' with the end of the war, especially with the announcement of the Hunger Games.

Hector (after a shouting match with Max that the entire estate heard) immediately moved out, took Clemmie with him.

Neither of them really interact post-'divorce'

Felix & Clemmie are friends, but there's a part of him always wondering if she's his cousin or something.

Hector doesn't mind their friendship.

Dovecotes & their heart issues

A little bit of a health scare for Hector with his heart when Clemensia is around 9-10. Winds up in the hospital.

The staff are a bit perplexed on who to call. Since Hector is her guardian and her parents are dead.

Nothing serious for Hector, but they want him to stay overnight. And Clemensia can't stay overnight.

They let her call someone to pick her up. She sort of panics and calls Max. (In hindsight, she could have called her mother's side of the family.)

Max could say no, but he doesn't. (In hindsight, he could have dropped her off with her mother's family, but he didn't.) He lets her stay over at the presidential estate. Clemmie's bedroom is exactly as she left it.

Hector waking up in the morning: you let who pick her up again??? what do you mean, you just let him take her? that's not even his kid!

[roosterbruiser]

giving a life update bc it makes me feel better about myself feat. another face reveal

I think I'm gonna treat this like a sort of journal entry and include some cute pictures so this doesn't feel like an absolute dump :-)

so to begin here's a picture of my nephew (yes it's a dog)

I am so excited for all my upcoming projects. right now, my focus is on finishing CS all the way. after I finish CS, I think I'm gonna go ahead and come out w HOT TO GO! (BRB x Reader) and then start regularly posting VV and SS again. I think I have my October schedule pinned down (like everything that's coming out) and that is so exciting! I can't wait to share w y'all!

I'm a working girl now!! I nanny 4 days a week!! it's lovely!! just one baby who's only 1!! and the parents work from home so I never have to stay late or anything!! it has been a bit of a challenge getting used to the schedule (but I thrive with schedules!) so that's why I've been a bit absent on here!!

still trying to get my house set up....living room has come a loooooong way, but my bedroom is suffering! hoping to work on it here and there! but my main priority is getting back into my regularly scheduled writing!! the living room def isn't completely done (have to finish my gallery walls!) and I wish the walls weren't white, but we're renting so! I do what I must!

plus being back in the area I'm in now means I'm by my friends again so I've been Going Out And Socializing which is crazy!!! here's some pictures of me at a local brewery wearing the bolo necklace I got with @ohgodnotagainn in Colorado!!!

in all complete and utter seriousness, whenever I was coming out with a new chapter for my three stories every single week (and updating Landslide like every two days!) I was at my lowest point. I was like one nasty thought away from having a grippy sock vacation and holding onto anything that eased my Darkness--which was absolutely writing and sharing on here with everyone!

here's a pic of me when I was at one of my lowest points. I was in Chicago in the dead of winter with people I didn't know very well (it was still fun!) and had never felt more lost in my life. it also exactly coincided with my stories getting popular on here after my 200 follower celebration. like, I remember being on the train and checking my Tumblr every hour and always having 100+ notifications. I'll never forget how mind-boggling it was!! I went from 200 followers in early January to 2.8k now in late September. and I love you all SO much!!!

I'd like to think I look much happier now :-)

I kind of have a bf now and I'm sooooo embarrassed ab it. like. who breaks up with the person they thought they were gonna marry, gets back with their ex, and just stays w them??? me, I guess! no but I am actually happy. we're going to see CHAPPELL MF ROAN'S ALBUM RELEASE tomorrow and he's gonna wear a silk scarf and trim his mustache. I'm in love. like, actually in love. Alice Hoffman says, "Fall in love whenever you can." so I did!

the closest I'll give to a face reveal.....

anyway. I'm happy. the only thing I wanna work on right now is my health (simply MUST get into the hot girl mindset) and my writing!! everything else is gravy, baby!!

gonna try to answer asks / mentions / dm's this weekend!

[hotchfiles]

Since you liked my last fanfic idea I have another one for ya. (Also, feel free to use/take inspo from if you want. I like sharinfmg, not so much writing) This is a Foyet lives AU.

Foyet kills Haley and manages to find Jack, BUT he doesn't kill him. Instead, Foyet gives Jack a cut that would lead to permanent scaring across his face, from cheekbone to cheekbone going over the nose bridge. A scar meant to be a reminder for Hotch of his failure.

Foyet is then arrested and sent to jail, as the team manages to arrive at the same time as Hotch, stopping him from murdering Foyet. He is given life in prison because the death penalty would have been to kind for a man like him.

Fast forward a decade, and Jack is now 16 when the Scratch case takes place. Part of his school's soccer team and art club, and despite everything in his life, a normal teenager. Fully trying to be as normal as possible before his life is flipped on its head once again.

Unfortunately, it gets flipped on its head when a massive prison break happens, and Mr. Scratch and Foyet escape prison. His dad shoves himself into work full forces, and instead of spending one or two nights at the office, it turns into full weeks. One day while on the trail of Mr. Scratch, Hotch overexerts himself and falls into Peter Lewis hands.

The team manages to rescue him, but not before Hotch is put into a drug induced coma. When Jack gets the news he is upset but used to it at this point. Not accepting and hugs or pity, he follows the normal routine for when his dad is injured, he goes home and packs his stuff to stay with JJ. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the only person in his house.

Foyet had heard that Peter Lewis had put Hotch in a coma, and not wanting to be upstaged by a knock-off scarecrow, Foyet was going to do Hotch a little favor and kill Peter for him. But as smart as Foyet was, he was no G-man and with him out of commission he went for the only logical next option, junior g-man Jack.

So Foyet kidnaps Jack, threatens him with the whole "If you don't listen to me, I will kill you and everyone around you" speech and the two head off on a road trip. Solving Peter Lewis's crime and essentially becoming a weird Uncle-Nephew version of Hannibal and Will.

During this murder road trip, Jack does manage to have a great time. His dad was an extreme helicopter parent despite never actually being around, so actually going to a mall by himself or honestly anywhere that wasn't groceries or school is an experience. Foyet even let's him interact with people more than once without doing a background check into their entire families. Sure, he murdered his mother, but his dad had been killing his social life and mental health for years sooooo.....

It will end with Peter Lewis getting shot in the head, but who truly pulled the trigger is still a mystery. The BAU all believed that it was Foyet, but somewhere deep down, they all acknowledge the idea that it could have been Jack.

Featuring fun lines such as:

Foyet: "Kid, I have been in your mother."

Jack: "Don't you mean your knife has?"

Foyet: "We don't do semantics here."

Foyet: "Just call me your Uncle George."

Jack: "Pass, I already have an Uncle that has been to jail."

Foyet: "Agent Reid doesn't count."

Jack: "I was talking about my dad's brother."

Foyet: "Shit, forgot about him. Huh, must not be important."

Jack: "I am not going to resuscitate you if you die on the floor."

Foyet: *coughing up his lungs* "If I die, who is going to pay for Waffle House tomorrow?"

Jack: "Crap, you're right. What will I do if I am not getting my waffles paid for by a serial killer? Oh noooo"

Foyet: *wheeze laughing on the floor* "You clearly got your humor from me, kid."

YOU ARE INSANE KAMAJAJSJAKJA HOW MANY SCENARIOS OF JACK BEING KIDNAPPED AND BONDING WITH SERIAL KILLERS DO YOU HAVEEEEEE

no because why did i get out of breath laughing at WE DONT DO SEMANTICS HERE 💀💀💀 the way foyet WOULD say something like that he was such a sassy unsub

[danceswithdarkspawn]

trick or treat for the writing post!

Hello! Sorry this took me a minute, I've had A Very Long Day.

Following a theme from the last one I did, this is a scene (or most of a scene) for a plot bunny I've had in my notes. It's a bit long, so I'll put it under Readmore.

Howe, instead of hurrying off into the barracks, stands there in the middle of my chambers, his hands unable to find a place to be, and his face betraying his thoughts. I know what he wants, what he means to say.

"Have you just returned from the city?" The quill dips back in the inkpot. The ink splatters a bit when its put to paper again.

"Yes."

Another pause. "Then you've finished your leave?" Howe says nothing for unbearably long, and I look up again to see if he is still there. Not to my surprise, he's still rooted in place, shifting from one foot to the other. "Your sister. Is she well?"

"She is, Commander, yes."

"Good." Back down to the letter. My writing slows; too distracted to both write neatly and keep a firm veneer about myself. "I imagine she's welcomed her child by now."

"She has, Commander."

"And it is in good health, I assume?"

"He," Howe quickly corrects, then clears the scrap of pride from his throat. "Yes, Commander."

"That's good to hear." My expectation of running this conversation around was that Howe would find an exit and leave me to wallow. But unfortunately when I finish my letter, he's hardly moved. He starts to say something, stops and then starts again, before I interrupt. "I suspect you'll be traveling to Amaranthine often. You'll need more leave for that. Unless—" I move the letter out of the way, then scour on my workbench for something clean to write on.

"Commander, what—"

"She is a new mother, yes? Does she have any support in the city?"

He flounders for a half-second. "Her husband, but he works the—"

"Then perhaps your time would be better spent with her and your nephew." He's slack-jawed by the time I finish scrawling out another grant for leave. I hold it up, wave it a bit so the ink dries quicker, and hold it out to him.

"Yours. You can come and go as you like. I suggest a month, at least." Howe's still dumbfounded in the face as he approaches. He takes to paper, stares at it for a bit. Then he turns and walks off towards the barracks.

And for one glorious moment, I think that's the end of it.

"Commander, I—"

"Goodnight, Nathaniel."

[angelsanarchy]

Like A Pretty Boy: Gabe x Y/N Midi Series- PRT 8

Tagging: @icarus-star@kappasbbgirl@starry-eyed-wild-child@luzclarita57@bonesgirl11 @444rockstargf blondiezluvbrowniezpretty-girl-bloggfallin444niyaliquidsmoothdomme@rootin-tootin-pootinethical-cain-vinnell3viathan-sin666crowfullofwoe@8klil@spoilingthemilk @romanroyapoligist anakinskywalkerssgfzoloftsh4wtywomenloverlmaoberrymeringuepostselvira-aarseth @agornotsworld

Y/n walks into the apartment hearing music playing from the bedroom. It wasn't something that was normally played, it was heavier like a metal band he wasn't familiar with.

"Babe? Are you preparing to murder me or-" Y/n sat his bags down and wandered into the bedroom to see Gabe on the floor with a half empty whiskey bottle, his cell phone clutched in his hand and a picture of his family that usually lived in a drawer in the living room but was now sitting on the floor.

"What's going on? Why are we listening to death metal and drinking at 3PM on a Thursday on the floor?" Y/n asked carefully moving to turn the music down. Gabe took another swig from the bottle and shrugged.

"Ruth came by...she started drilling me about what happened and I came out to her...I just...I blurted it out so she would just stop yelling at me." Gabe's voice was gravely from the liquor. He didn't lift his gaze as he spoke so Y/n knelt down next to him.

"I told her that you weren't my roommate and that we had been partners for years and that just hearing the insult from someone so close, triggered my fight or flight." Y/n frowned.

"Yeah? How did she take it?" Gabe snorted at Y/n's question.

"She ran out of here like I just set her on fire and now she's blocked me on social media and all of the numbers I could possibly reach her on." Gabe tossed his phone back on the floor and shook his head.

"Maybe she just needs time to sit with it? A lot has happened between you guys in the last week so I imagine it was the last thing she expected to hear." Y/n put his hand on Gabe's knee and Gabe shook his head.

"How do you feel now? I mean...you finally said it out loud. That's a huge step for you." Y/n asked hoping he at least felt a bit of relief dispute the way things currently panned out.

"What do you want me to say? I feel free? I feel like a huge weight has been lifted now that my whole family is going to disown me? I'll never see my nephew again, my dad will pretend he never had a son because it's so much easier pretending I don't exist if I'm some faggot disappointment." Gabe's tone had shifted and Y/n sat back on his heels.

"Hey don't-"

"What? I'm sure you're thrilled about this. You can finally drag me around the city, meet your friends and prove I actually exist." Gabe finally met Y/n's gaze.

"You got what you wanted. I can yell it in the streets now because no one gives a shit about me and my sexuality." Gabe laughed coldly.

"You know I would never want this for you." Y/n reminded feeling the jab he just took right in the heart.

"Doesn't matter. I'm out now. I have no family but I've got my health." He tilted the bottle up and took another swig. Y/n watched him slowly slip into this self destructive ways. He knew this was a liquor induced tirade but saying that he had no family hurt.

Y/n got up from the floor and walked into the closet and grabbed a bag, tossing a few things into it while Gabe stayed sulking on the floor.

"Where are you going?" Gabe asked confused.

"Out until you sober up. I know you're upset and you have every right to feel hurt and scared but you don't get to take your fear out on me. You don't get to blame me for something you did in a moment of panic." Y/n zipped his bag and Gabe frowned clutching the bottle.

"You don't have to leave. I can leave-" Y/n paused what he was doing and crouched down to grip Gabe's chin.

"I'm going to go but I will be back in the morning. If I find out you left this apartment in this state, we're over. You are in no condition to stand let alone travel around the city. Stay here, let yourself have these feelings and then we'll talk tomorrow." Y/n spoke firmly so Gabe would understand that he was not joking. Y/n lost his mother to a drunken accident and he refused to let Gabe make that same mistake.

Gabe nodded quietly and Y/n let go of his chin, snatching his bag up and shutting the door. He knew that Gabe was safe as long as he was in the apartment. He didn't plan on staying anywhere else but home but he needed Gabe to pass out before he returned to the apartment.

He wished that he could fix this for him but this was something he had avoided for years. He couldn't take this anguish from him. He could only help him through it.

[saskiavalentineapologist]

SO

saskia and belialah. the empress and her shadow.

...im breaking my own rule of not posting any more original creations here but idgaf---i'll post some sketches and if there's interest i can throw this fic i'm working on up on ao3 for the monsterfuckers in the audience

so, backstory on THESE TWO:

i'm gonna go in real life order of events and talk about some of the inspos that went into some of these moments and where they were in our real life timeline of Experiencing these two

under the cut bc i must remain polite in the face of my hyperfixations

HELLO I MAY BE POLITE BUT IM RABID LETS GOOOOOOOOO

ok so, canonical order of events: saskia (matriarch) and belialah (demon lord) meet, they establish an alliance, belialah does stuff for saskia. at some point, saskia starts amassing her generals (we'll get there) and chooses belialah. somewhere in here as well, saskia splits from the empire and starts doing her Evil Deeds for her Evil Plans. I'm not sure which of the last two came first. in either case, lost later meets belialah, we haven't seen her (physically) since (but that's not a good thing i don't think)

irl order of events:

Saskia throws a Fit, kills her nephew, and withdraws from the empire at large. we make fun of her because though she's the big bad, she's also weirdly wet and pathetic. we hate her. she's so sucks. and also so sexy. its bad

time goes by, things happen, eventually there's a big party with all the matriarchs!!! yaaaaay

lost and gilt go because ofc we do, and there's a big dance where everyone keeps changing partners. at the end of the dance, lost gets belialah

...elven ish woman. obviously weird. too pale skin. black hair. disheveled appearance. ill-fitting dress. holds herself weird. talks with a tremble and a breathiness to her voice that immediately makes us uncomfortable (my mans can do some fuckin VOICES and don't get me started on the sound effects). belialah says she's a huge fan---of lost's father. the being from before creation whose whole thing is "immortal life but not in the good way" instead of "you won't die" it's "you can't die" there is no death to escape from life, no matter the suffering.

so--red flags.

she tells lost that she's one of saskia's generals, and that saskia sent her to give lost a message: saskia is so excited for her to come home, and that lost should bring her brothers (6 beings of various otherworldly heritage like lost--saskia has a type and it is monsters) when she comes home. Lost tells her to tell saskia, from her and gilt, to fuck off.

belialah goes...monstrous. red eyes start popping open all over her skin and she gets quiet and threatening about how lost is disrespectful and how--yeah, she will tell saskia that. and she leaves in a cloud of black vapor

i turn to chase. i say "oh they're fucking"

and he hits me with "...belialah would probably like to!"

and i hit the ground running. sprinting. i was off into the distance without another fucking word. little roselyn-shaped dust cloud left behind.

fic. art. works. stuff. so much. headcanons. throwing everything at the wall. attempts at first time. attempts at canon. saskia bitchiness. belialah wanting to smash despite the great danger to her personal health. weird fetish fic. modern!au. headcanons about modern!au. deep dives. analysis. narrative foils. sex. so much sex.

it's everything. they're everything

i want them to be terrible together. that's all i want. that's all i've ever wanted.

i set about creating for them in a frenzy--it's been love and war time for...since early may of last year?? some coming up on a year, now (again---150k words written in this time, with april's word count unknown but already above 10k. jan ALONE was 32k). love and war time means that it's always love and war--it's just different people inside the campaign. oh it's saskia oh it's freya it's gilt and lost let's bop over to adele what about gilt's parents-

FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR

it's been great.

Chase messaged summer and i a few weeks ago like "hey. i got a belialah meeting saskia inspo video, but i need to show you in person bc i need to get your reaction live."

he showed me this

we had a moment of "...oh my god its from a gacha game?" and then i made him play it three times in a row just Absorbing the vibes

chase: it's saskia and belialah when they first meet, with belialah thinking she has the upper hand and saskia proving that she is very, very wrong. but i don't know what a ball in the abyss looks like...

me: say no more

and i hit upon them meeting at an event where it's basically like---demons from all over gather, have a civil time---when bloodshed eventually happens (which it always does bc they're literal actual demons) it's a free for all and it's expected to be a bloodbath, that's part of the appeal

belialah's there, as you do, and saskia's there to talent scout from the pool of winners for her big evil plans. belialah's like "wtf is a stupid little mortal doing here why are you unaccosted where is your collar" kinda behavior and goes over there, they talk, they dance (also a ploy for power among demons, it's a sizing up thing instead of a fun thing), saskia reveals that she's got 1/8th of the power of a god in her soul and belialah's like "cool im fanatically devoted to you now i've never wanted to smash a mortal before can we make out"

and that's how they start their history

with me writing books about this campaign (again--pipe dream) i've been deciding on when and where i want these two to get highlighted, bc, again---we've never met saskia in person, she's spoken to lost and gilt directly once, and we've seen belialah once outside of saskia's bitchy announcement to the empire at large where she reveals she's got 12 generals and you better not try shit bc we're at WAR now (she's stupid i love her dearly)

and recently i've been working on their...first time? an epilogue for one of the books. the actual thing won't have sex in it if it gets to be part of the book for realsies, but im not stopping there bc IM ME

and i've been tinkering with like...ok how do we show in isolated little epilogues and snippet scenes that saskia and belialah have INSANE sexual tension so that when they do get together, its weird but satisfying bc again---belialah is a demon. she's got a human form. that is not her true form. i've drawn it, it's sexy to saskia, i'll post it soon.

but i need these two to snark at each other with saskia resisting belialah's advances bc "im trying to take over the world stop distracting me" while belialah's like "SASKIA LEMME SMASH. PLEASE" until eventually it happens because they're terrible and i love them and it needs to happen, frankly. im overruling my boyfriend. at the point we are at, they are fucking already. he does not have a choice. im overruling him.

chase, if you're reading this--the goal with this first time fic is to make it plausible enough that you accept it as canon. thank you.

bc like--they're terrible. they're perfect. they've both got bratty younger sibling/cocky hotshot who thinks they're invincible kinda energy and belialah has no doubt in her mind that saskia can achieve her goals and saskia is getting someone who will stroke her ego and is having the thought of "im being recognized for how amazing i am it's about time"

the generals have made deals with saskia---saskia is planning on following through with 0% of these deals. belialah is the only one who didn't--she's here by saskia's side of her own free will.

they're fucking. at this point, they are fucking. decades of sexual tension kept alive by distance and "hello old friend" energy is suddenly coming to head with Belialah Always Being Around and saskia having to plan out her evil deeds with her being nutso devoted 24/7 and listen, man. this woman has an ego the size of the planet. she's gonna smash someone who inflates her ego, it's just how she works

ok lore dump over. sketch time now.

[townsenddecades]

1318 – Day 4

The last quarter of the year 1318 is one of many birthdays. Elsie, Amye and Malcolm all turn six years old (hardly a surprise, given that the latter two are twins) and Gregory celebrates his thirteenth birthday. Despite the hardship of the previous few years, they all enter that new stage of their lives in good health.

So much good health, in fact, that the children spent much of their time playing outside in the snow. Winter is bound to soon be at an end, so Benjamin is determined to spend as much of it having fun with his children as he can. Snow may be an encumbrance, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t fun sides to it, too.

Like snow pals, or the spirited snowball fight the twins get into with their cousin. One could assume that Amye and Malcolm would unite forces against Elsie, but instead it seems that the girls have decided to team up against Malcolm!

He, of course, finds that hugely unfair and a betrayal on the part of his sister, but the girls find it very, very funny.

Gregory still spends much of his time in the abbey and even stays the night there sometimes. On one of these visits, his painting catches the eye of a richly-dressed man, who asks him after his craft.

“You could have a future of a painter, young man”, he says, thoughtfully. “Have you ever thought about an apprenticeship? You’re the right age for it.”

“I don’t know if my family has the money, sir.”

The man – who introduces himself as Theodore Merchant and tells him he owns a trading house in Praaven – nods understandingly at that and walks away, but he looks thoughtful as he does so.

Back home, Benjamin spends a lot of his time doing his small carvings to bring in extra funds, if he can find buyers. The end of the decade is approaching, so the Earl will likely raise the land tax soon. Sharing a half-brother sadly doesn’t make Lord Petersmarch’s steward amenable to forgiving them their dues. It doesn’t leave him much time for indulging in his new hobby of lute-playing, but he still does so, much to the enjoyment of his son.

Benjamin can’t help wondering how Robert is doing now. Over the years, their contact has gotten less and less frequent. It was to be expected, he assumes – his half-brother is firmly entrenched in the Earl’s household now and has spent nearly two-thirds of his life in the castle. By comparison, Benjamin and his family may be free, but are peasants nonetheless.

Still, he likes to imagine that his mother, Watcher guard her soul, would be happy that her child has come so far.

There has been news regarding Elsie and Wilfred, too. They may have taken them in by leave of the Earl, but it was always bound to be a temporary arrangement. Officially, they are bound to the parcel of land that had been given to Edith and William, and are the Earl’s to decide over.

Spring is coming soon, and William’s brothers, Noah and Alaric, will need someone to help them with their farmwork. So, they have asked for Elsie to move back to Mahlsberg once the snow has thawed, and because Elsie doesn’t want to leave her little brother behind, Wilfred will go with her.

The Townsends can’t fault the Watmores for their wish, although Benjamin and Malika are privately very saddened by the thought of soon having to say goodbye. Since Edith’s passing, they have almost begun to think of their niece and nephew as their own children, especially because Malika still hasn’t conceived another one of her own.

They like having a full house and are sure that the children will miss each other dreadfully, but at least the adults realize that they can’t help the way things should be. And because Wilfred is meant to take over the farm in Mahlsberg one day, it’s only right that he should grow up there.

Meanwhile, Malika and Benjamin haven’t given up on their wish to have another child of their own, especially with the hope that spring will soon deliver them from their dearth of food – even if it takes a while for them to turn that hope into a reality. That only means that they have more occasion to try.

WATCHER’S NEWS:

The Countess of Petersmarch has been delivered of a healthy baby, much to her and the Earl’s relief. The little girl has been named Lady Maud Dudley.

END OF THE YEAR STATISTIC:

Births:

Lady Maud Dudley (Dudley Household)

Deaths:

None!

Marriages:

Clement Dudley & Katheryn Deane (Earl’s Household)

Prev: 1318, Day 3, Part 2/2 <--> 1319, Day 1, Part 1/2

[nerdyrevelries]

Rosella: Rose in Bloom’s Italian Adaptation

Back in August of 2022 when I was doing Alcott Adaptation August (a month where I watched and reviewed every single adaptation of Little Women that I could reasonably find; still need to finish my reviews of 2019 and 1978), I was scouring IMDb for anything that Louisa May Alcott had a writing credit on. I found something really surprising: A 1964 Italian TV mini series called Rosella. Could this be an adaptation of my favorite underappreciated Louisa May Alcott novel, Rose in Bloom? Naturally, I had to know more.

The IMBd page tells us very little. In addition to Louisa May Alcott, there is one other writing credit, Anna Maria Romagnoli, who wrote the screenplay. Then we have a director, Lelio Golletti. It was produced and distributed by RAI Radiotelevisione Italiana and filmed in black and white. Finally, we have a cast list: Rosella is played by Laura Efrikian, Marco is played by Enzo Cerusico, Carlo is played by Marino Masé, Stephano is played by Vittorio Mezzogiorno, Febe is played by Angela Cavo, Zia Clara is played by Loredana Savelli, Arci is played by Paolo Modugno, Giacomino is played by Marco Paolini, Zia Myra is played by Anna Maria Ackermann, Debora is played by Vittoria Di Silverio, Zia Jessica is played by Delia Valle, Zia Pace is played by Donatella Gemmò, Zio Frank is played by Gerardo Panipucci, and Dottore is played by Carlo Lombardi. Based on my nonexistent Italian, I would guess that Rosella is Rose, Marco is Mac, Carlo is Charlie, Stephano is Steve, Febe is Phebe, Arci is Archie, Zia Clara is Aunt Clara, Zia Myra is Aunt Myra, Zia Jessica is Aunt Jessie, Zia Pace is Aunt Peace (who might have been combined with Aunt Plenty to make the cast more manageable?), Debora is the cook who is sometimes called Debby and sometimes called Dolly in Eight Cousins, and Zio Frank must be one of the uncles, though it’s unclear which one. However, I was stumped by Giacomino and Dottore. 

The wonderful @thatscarletflycatcher​ offered to do some research for me as she’s a Spanish speaker, which is a lot closer to Italian than I am, and she managed to find some promo images with captions that she translated for me. I’m including them below the cut since there are some pretty big spoilers.

Rose (Laura Efrikian) is a girl from a good family that became an orphan early in life. She is taken away from school and received in the home of Aunt Peace. It is there that she receives the visit of her cousins that give her a welcome.

Rose’s aunts consult with each other to restore confidence and serenity to the girl left so soon deprived from the affection of her parents. But their cures don't give good results and raise the skepticism of Uncle Alec.

According to this, there is a “zio Alec” who was not listed on the cast list. Which means that Zio Frank can’t be Uncle Alec. My guess would be that he’s Uncle Mac, but I’m not sure.

Now it is Uncle Alec, her guardian (Gianni Agus), who thinks of another remedy. With a lot of tact, he tries to accustom Rose to a sporty and healthy life in the open air and to share joys and sorrows with her cousins.

So, here we have proof that Uncle Alec was not on the cast list and also that he was played by Gianni Agus.

Even Deborah (Vittoria Di Silverio), the old cook of the house, and Phebe (Angela Cavo), who helps her with the domestic chores, get together to help Rose, and Phebe confides to Deborah that they have already become friends.

Aunt Myra (Anna Maria Ackermann) tells her nephews that she's worried about the health of her nephew Mac, who risks losing his eyesight from reading too much. It will be Rose with her thoughtfulness the one to help Mac.

Uncle Alec has prepared a ship trip to Campbell’s Island. Rose is a bit afraid. Then, uncle and niece reach land happily. Uncle Alec, taking Rose's hand, walks onto the island. "To be happy," he says, "each man must have an island. But... there's someone roasting something over there. Who are the pirates on Campbell’s island?" (Gianni Augus: Uncle Alec; Laura Ephrikian: Rose)

The island is, in fact, inhabited. Then in fact Rose's five cousins appear to give her, noisily, a welcome. Rose pretends to be angry: "Is it possible that it must always be you the ones to surprise me?" "If only the smell of the roasting fish had not betrayed is..." Archie answers. (Marino Masé: Charlie; Enzo Cerusico: Mac; Paolo Modugno: Archie; Vittorio Mezzogiorno: Steve; Marco Paolini: Jamie)

This caption gives us confirmation that the cast has been condensed to some degree. Rose now has five cousins instead of seven. (The cuts are, of course, Will and Geordie, which is the correct choice since they have no narrative function except to add some extra numbers.) I’m also now pretty sure that Giacomino is Jamie.

The aunts get together to discuss Rose's future. Deborah takes the opportunity to get help making butter. The discussion is lively. Aunt Clara exclaims, moved: "Rose's future is as dear to me as it is to you." And Aunt Myra adds: "In the meantime, her education has decidedly worsened." Timidly, Aunt Peace replies "But Alec's experiment isn't over yet..." (Vittoria Di Silverio: Deborah; Anna Maria Ackermann: Aunt Myra; Donatella Gemmò: Aunt Peace; Loredana Savelli: Aunt Clara)

The fact that Aunt Myra seems to be rather concerned with education makes me think that the Aunt Myra of Rosella may be a combination between the Aunt Myra of the book and Aunt Jane, just as the Aunt Peace of Rosella seems to be a combination of the Aunt Peace of the book and Aunt Plenty.

Rose has found her cousins Archie and Charlie smoking. She's scandalized: "It is bad for your health, and you don't like it, so why do you keep doing it?" "Why shouldn't we?" Charlie answers fast. "It is for the sake of your health that I say it to you," Rose replies, "and to please me." To which Charlie retorts, "Would you give up your earrings if we gave up our cigarettes?" Archie wavers a little. "Don't be cruel! You know how much she cares!" he tells his cousin. But Rose has not a single moment of doubt: "I care more about you than about my earrings. I accept the deal."

Phebe tirelessly copies a page from the almanac. Caught as she is in her difficult task, she doesn't hear Rose enter the room. When she realizes it, it's already too late. "What are you hiding, Phebe?" Rose asks. "I am just trying to study a little," the girl answers embarrassed. "I am so ignorant". Rose: "Would you like me to be your teacher?" "That would be marvelous!" Phebe replies. "But Deborah always needs me."

The greeting of Aunt Peace has turned into a party. They have gathered together to give their welcome to Uncle Alec, Rose, and Phebe as they come back from their trip to Europe. Rose is moved: "I cannot believe I love this house so much," she says. "I think I only want you, Aunt Peace." (From the left, Phebe: Angelia Cavo; Rose: Laura Ephrikian; Archie: Paolo Modungno. Standing, from the left, Charlie: Marino Masé; Mac: Enzo Cerusico)

Phebe, sitting at the pianoforte, sings an old folk song. Archie listens to her enraptured. When the song ends, Charlie and Mac applaud vigorously. Only Archie remains in the same fixed position he was at the beginning of the song. Phebe stands up confused and happy.

At the small table prepared for two, Rose and Uncle Alec have a meal. Rose has decided, to make Aunt Clara happy, to dedicate herself for three months to a worldly life. She tells this news to Uncle Alec, who, a bit shocked, exclaims: "And so, you will have three months of trial. Three months are not much, but they can be just enough." (Uncle Alec: Gianni Agus)

Rose, dressed in white, makes her triumphal entrance into Aunt Peace's drawing room, which has been turned into a ballroom for the occasion. The girl has her "card" filled with names, and the gentlemen fight over her. Charlie is the most insistent, and they form an splendid couple indeed.

Charlie and Rose meet at the park. Charlie wants to communicate to his cousin his decision to depart for Calcutta to start a new business and redeem himself in her eyes, after having frightened her, one evening, when he showed up at Aunt Peace's house completely drunk. "Yes, I'm determined," he says. "I cannot resist. I have too many bad habits." "When will you go, Charlie?" Rose asks. "In a month," the youth answered.

Charlie, having fallen off a horse, has suffered a spinal injury. He's in a very grave condition, and Rose runs to his bedside. The young man asks her humbly to forgive him for having disobeyed her. The disgrace did indeed happen because Charlie, during a goodbye lunch with his friends, had drunk a lot. (Charlie: Marino Masé; Rose: Laura Ephrikian)

Charlie dies. A little later, Rose opens an orphanage for poor children to which she devotes her full attention. One day, searching after two little ones in the forest, she's caught in a storm. Pneumonia is the consequence. The affectionate letters from Mac, her other cousin, and the visit of Phebe, help the girl recover fast.

To completely recover, Rose is invited to spend some time on the mountains. Mac joins her. The affectionate conversation is rekindled between the two. Rose is persuaded that her cousin has talent, and motivates him to write a book. "Your very letters were the ones that have revealed something about you to me," she says, "something that perhaps you yourself don't even know. You were born to be a writer, Mac." The young man is moved but a little disappointed. He rather expected from Rose different words. "Do you want me to?" he asked.

Archie goes to pick Phebe up at the convent where the girl now lives. He proposes marriage to her, but Phebe cannot accept becoming part of the Campbell family if they don't want her. (Archie: Paolo Modugno; Phebe: Angela Cavo)

Rose has restarted her activities at the orphanage. Uncle Alec is in charge of the healthcare of the children. The little ones enter three-by-three, and doctor Alec studies them attentively: "Come on, tongue out!" And turning to Rose he adds: "It will almost be disagreeable to me to give this job to my successor, Dr. Mac Campbell. It is not a very profitable one, this position, but it brings a lot of satisfaction." (Uncle Alec: Gianni Agus)

Aunt Clara has conceded, and Archie and Phebe get engaged. During the party, Mac intervenes. He tells Rose that he has a secret to tell her, and he gives her a poetry book he wrote. "This is half of my secret." Rose is happy. "And the other half?" She asks trembling. "I will have to employ my whole life in telling it to you," Mac says. "Would you like to hear it?"

I’m not sure if this is meant to imply that Archie is Aunt Clara’s son in this version or just that she was the biggest objector to Phebe marrying in and with her acceptance, there was no one among the Campbells who was still against their marriage. 

From these screenshots and descriptions, it would seem that the adaptation covers events from both Eight Cousins and Rose in Bloom. Otherwise, there are still many things that are mysterious about it. I’m still not sure which uncle “zio Frank” is supposed to be, and I have no idea who Dottore is. Neither Scarlet or I have been able to find out if this adaptation still exists somewhere or if it’s lost media. Scarlet kindly wrote an email on my behalf (since my Italian remains nonexistent) to the company that made and distributed the adaptation to try and figure this out, but thus far she’s been passed between email addresses for different people and departments and we don’t seem to be any closer to an answer.

Still, if this is the only information we ever get about this adaptation, it still makes me happy to know that it at one point did exist. Perhaps there’s some 90-year-old Italian woman who tuned into the slot that ran Rosella, TV Dei Ragazzi (the TV of children), in 1964 and fell in love with the characters and story just as much as I did. I will never meet this Italian woman, and even if we did, we wouldn’t be able to communicate unless she had learned English at some point, but it’s cool to think how the same story can touch people all around the world. They may never know each other, but for at least one moment, their hearts are connected throughout time and space. 

And personally, I think that’s pretty cool.

[dragondawdles]

uhh I know your current interests thingy says "man idk" but do u possibly have any bug fables headcanons ??

hihi I do indeed! I’ll stick my thoughts beneath a readmore for ease of skippability and also for spoilers:

leif ≠ leif. like is’s less “leif was resurrected and came back complicatedly different” and more “leif super dies in snakemouth and leif as we know him is the cordyceps”. I mean they aren’t as mutually exclusive as I may be presenting them as but idk! I like leaning into how weird leif’s whole deal is. let him wrestle with legacy let him wrestle with his borrowed yet vividly personal memories and feelings let him grieve leif and muse and elizant I and continue to live. let him be a weird not-quite moth

a bit along the same lines, leif having health issues as consequence of leif stuff. wounds that don’t quite heal right (thinking his injury in ch4 is a big one), some form of vision impairment, and poor dexterity are the main ones I’ve got in mind and that last one is maybe a little bit of projection as a treat

leif being a fantastic actor is already canon but I would like to extend that off stage. I think he’a scarily good at putting on fronts acting however he would like to present himself. I think his facades even fool himself sometimes

vi being raised as a potential successor to the queen when she was young before getting a bit older and being moved to the honey factory and ultimately striking out on her own is maybe not canon compliant but I think it’s potentially very interesting and funny. could’ve been a princess but she chose violence.

vi being wholly able to fly the entire game but not even bothering to until the end when she is directly ordered to do so by the queen is so funny I don’t think there’s some deep rooted psychological reason for that I think she’s just like that. maybe one day down the line she’ll appreciate the oddly elusive gift of flight for what it is but as of now she just walks everywhere since bugaria’s built to be accessible to flightless bugs so why not y’know! she just likes to walk! maybe she has really good lower body strength for a bee as consequence

kabbu’s a theatre enjoyer! he can be too enthusiastic sometimes (he’s not always great at volume control) and he’s seen enough plays that he knows what makes a play good and bad and he’s not a good liar if asked about it, but he’s a well-liked regular at his local theatres. he’s occasionally mistaken for an aspiring actor himself with his passion and his boisterously earnest nature but no, his heart lies elsewhere. he just really likes the theatre

kabbu gets shy about it but he’s a really good singer too. mothiva will never know

chompy’s favorite bug is leif (of course, likewise leif spends the most time with chompy and talks to/about her often, although he kinda spoils her and she usually goes to him for sympathy whether earned or otherwise). she considers vi a playmate/rival much to vi’s chagrin. she sees kabbu as a firmer authority she can’t weasel past, but finds his approval all the more special, and often accompanies him/comforts him on his worse days whatever the reason may be.

chompy thinks todd (leif’s turbo nephew) is another chomper.

postcanon neolith fluent in roach

zasp and mothiva childhood friends mayhaps

more of a worldbuilding headcanon (because bug fables’ worldbuilding is a little bit flimsy for my tastes cough cough) but I think the bugs that exist outside of the strict “species = kingdom” is fun to consider. like moths being more nomadic and individualized, and it’s families and their descendants that align themselves with the kingdoms rather than a whole flutter of them. maybe it’s more common to see lone unassociated beetles than bees, for example. idk if I were braver about bugs I’d be attributing those traits more I like it when creatures are creatures with creature traits :] bug enthusiasts who attribute those traits for me are my heroes

also I know it’s a common headcanon but bug fables and hollow knight existing in the same universe is really fun. I don’t think they’re all that close to each other spacially or tonally but thematically and for the antics!! idk. maybe quirrel shows up on his precanon travels and warns about the folly of eternity and the numerous bugs devoting their lives in some way or form to finding the everlasting sapling just kinda. politely nods along vehemently disagreeing

[msfbgraves]

The offer

“Daniele.” Michael stood up, opened his arms. “Piccino, come in.”

Daniel didn't move, only tightenend his fingers around his hat. “Where is everyone? Apollonia?”

“She's gone out to get lunch,” he said, a warm smile on his face. “She left us food, though. Come. Sit!”

“Pop not coming?”

Michael sighed. “Daniel. What have I done to you?”

He looked down. “Nothing, Michael. Why?”

“Then why do you treat me like an enemy?”

He breathed out. “I don't mean to.”

His brother came to him, embraced as warmly as when they were boys. “I know I hurt you once,” he said. “And you know I didn't mean to. When will you forgive me?”

Daniel looked up, saw the pain in the eyes of his brother was as real as ever, too. “I don't mean to hurt you, Michael.” He kissed his cheek, bowed his head. “Perdonami.”

Michael stroked his arm, laid Daniel's head against his shoulder. “Life has been hard on you these weeks again, hasn't it?”

Daniel took a deep breath. “It hurt. Hearing what Terry did that night.”

Michael took his hand. “That's why I asked you here. Come, Piccino. Sit.” Daniel let Michael take his hat and coat, something his brother would normally have left to Apollonia; Daniel would have done it himself earlier only that he'd never met Michael here alone. Little Tonio was nowhere in sight, baby pup Mary either, they must be with their mother – who had never not welcomed him, son at her ankles, daughter on her hip, scolding little Tonio to let zio Daniele come into the kitchen before demanding kisses.

The room felt cold without them.

Michael was warm too, with them, or at Daniel's own home – he loved his little nieces and nephews, pockets always full of money for candy and toys; he always had an earnest look at their artwork and a listening ear for their adventures. Michael missed nothing – no information too trivial to go to waste on him. But the way he held Daniel's pups on his lap was always warm and genuine and it made Daniel feel guilty as all hell.

So he sat, let Michael bring him a plate of chicken cacciatore. It really was a marvel of a dish, possibly because of something Apollonia did to the polenta. She'd die before she'd tell him, of course.

Michael raised his glass. “Your health, Daniel.”

“Salute, begli occhi.”

Michael laughed. “Pretty eyes? You're one to talk.”

Daniel sniggered back. “Why did you always hate that nickname? They are very pretty.”

That vague smile and of course no comment. Yes, OK, Daniel knew what they said about beta boys with beautiful eyes, but honestly. Nobody would have meant it that way growing up – Michael hadn't even presented when aunt Lisa started saying it, and Michael always was beautiful. More boys could stand hearing that in Daniel's opinion.

Leave it to Michael to feel targeted by such an innocuous remark.

“You're very beautiful too, Daniele. People have never stopped saying it.”

“Stop. You're making my head swell.”

That slight smile. “Your youngest, Luna. How old is she now?”

Daniel blinked. “I'd believe that question from anyone, Miguele, but didn't you buy that balloon with a giant seven on it?”

He nodded. “You see more than you want people to know, isn't that right, Piccino?”

“I think you're the master there, Michael.”

Michael's eyes crinkled. “Ah, Daniele – you could do great things, I've always believed that.”

Daniel ducked together. “You think it's easy, keeping seven pups happy?”

His brother's tone softened. “No. And you do it well. In a strange place too.”

Daniel took another sip of wine. “Not strange anymore. I've learned to drink stout.”

Michael frowned. “Why?” He reached out a hand before Daniel could think of a reply. “You know you can always come home.”

Daniel blinked. “I know.” He looked around. “I'm here.”

“Not often enough, caro.” He leant back. “He doesn't like you coming, does he?”

Daniel swallowed. “Terry doesn't stop me.”

“Daniel.” The word had a very heavy emphasis. “You've done well.”

“Thank you, Michael,” Daniel said, no less pointed.

Michael looked him up and down. “You might have another litter yet, isn't that right?”

“Maybe,” Daniel said slowly, hand on his heart. “God willing. Though we have been very well blessed, grazie a Dio.”

“You could love ten more, I'm sure of it.”

Daniel looked away. “Maybe Apollonia won't have as many, but Michael, I'm sure...”

He shook his head. “Don't worry about me, caro.” He was silent for a moment. “But you. You must have been lonely.”

Daniel breathed out. “Not for a long time now.”

“Is that right?” Michael stood up, walked over to him. “Not even now?”

Daniel ducked together. “We'll get past it, Michael.” He stood up. “Thank you for telling me. About the girl. And her mate.”

He nodded. “Always, little brother.” He was quiet. “And yet you still suffer.”

“I'll be f -”

“I'll not have you suffer, Daniele.”

Daniel looked at him. He moved a hand to his bitemark, felt it warm against his palm, his fingertips.

“You can't help me, brother.”

“I could bring you home.”

He closed his eyes. Bit his lip. “I have a home.” He looked at him then, defiant. “I've built it.”

“On threats and tears.” He embraced him again. “That can stop, Daniele.”

He loosened himself. “What does Pop say?”

Michael smiled. “Pop's an old fashioned man, but he'd never refuse you.”

“You haven't discussed it, then.”

“Not today.”

“There is nothing to discuss!”

That deep well of sadness in his eyes. “You'd have him shame you, then, fratellino? Again?”

He stepped back. “You are shaming me now, Michael!”

“No.” He took his hand. “You gave yourself so we could live. Let us repay you.”

“No -”

“You'd have suitors, men and women, who'd never dream of hurting you. New pups to love. The debt repaid -”

“You are not killing my mate!”

Michael made an irritated movement with his hand. “Daniele, per Dio, don't say such things!”

“So you don't have any candidates lined up for me to marry?”

“You could have your pick of Alphas. Betas. Good people – ”

“Rich and well connected people, Michael, am I right?” He walked towards the door. “Please, where's my hat?”

Michael frowned. “Do you know how it looks, Daniele? To not retaliate now?”

He turned back. “I'm sure you can handle it, Michael. Excuse me, I must leave -”

“Why do you protect him?”

He shook his head. “I swore to love him. Before God!”

Michael walked forward again, wrapped him in his arms. “I swore to kill him if he hurt you,” he whispered. “Daniele, let me help -”

Daniel hugged him back. “I'll pray for you...”

Michael pulled back, looked at him. His eyes were glistening with tears. “We should have fought for you,” he said, eventually.

“Yes,” Daniel answered. And then: “Forgive me. I need to go home.”

Michael took his hands. “Stay safe, Piccino.”

Daniel sighed, heart heavy.

“I'll try.”

[frogtowne]

These people need our help to raise funds to get out of Gaza, please donate if you can and even if you can only boost and share these links, it’s very appreciated.

https://gofund.me/47e018fd

“Dear all,

My name is Abood El-Hossini and I am a Palestinian engineer from the Gaza Strip. Gaza is the place I have called home for all my life; Gaza is my childhood and adulthood!

I worked for years as a biomedical engineer in the medical field passionately. I have assisted international NGOs and hospitals around the Gaza Strip, which has always felt like a positive way for me to support my community and home.

4 years ago, Leyan, the love of my life, and I started our little family. We were blessed to have our two-year-old baby boy. We had countless memories in our little sweet home in Gaza. We worked day and night to save every penny to buy our apartment, which turned into rubbles after the 7th of October as you can see in the photos. we were also forced to flee to the south, leaving everything we had built behind us under life-threatening conditions.

Words rarely fail me, but these past few weeks and months have been indescribable. The amount of tragedies and losses has been unbearable, to say the least. I think of “loss” when I think of Gaza.

We created this campaign to help us survive at this unbearable time. We lost everything including our sources of income and spent all our savings in fleeing from one place to another. My goal now is to start a new life for my family, especially my son, where he can access his basic rights and most importantly safety.

Any amount will help my family and I work towards this goal. Please share with friends, it would mean the world to us!”

https://gofund.me/6553556c

“Hi,

My name is Shaymaa, a Canadian- Palestinian woman living in Ontario Canada. I’m reaching out for support to help my family members get out of Gaza and arrive in Canada. My family has witnessed the death of more than 50 people of my cousins in front of their eyes. I have a family of 13 people (7 adults, 6 kids). The current situation with my family is as follows:

• My family lives in Gaza City and they were displaced under fire on October 13 with nothing with them.

• They have been forced to leave the city heading to the south where they have no one or nowhere to stay.

• My family had their homes completely bombed and destroyed.

• My family has a family business, such as olive pressing mills. They have three locations; all of the three locations have been destroyed completely; so, they exhaustively lost their income resource.

• Now, they have no homes and no work. They are on the street under fire and bombardments.

• No place is safe in the Gaza Strip. They hardly find access to food. The drinking water does not exist, so they are forced to consume the non-dirking water.

• All my nieces and nephews are suffering from several diseases related to pollution, and lack of water and food. At the same time, they don’t have any access to the health care system as the system is destroyed.

• The kids have no schools because the schools are all destroyed.

After months of pleas from Canadians with extended family members in the war zone, Immigration Canadian Minister Marc Miller announced the new temporary visa program for people in the Gaza Strip who have Canadian relatives. Miller called the situation in Gaza “unlivable,” he expects to have a temporary visa program up and running by Jan. 9, 2024. He underscored the challenges of getting out of the besieged Palestinian territory. Mr. Miller said that Canada has no guarantees from Israel, Hamas, or Egypt that extended family members on Canada's list will be able to leave.

Moreover, the Canadian Government will not have any financial assistance for evacuees or their families in Canada. It means that my family will have to pay all the travel expenses, in addition to the settlement in Canada on their own.

The expenses of travel mean:

• Application fee for 13 people

• Expenses of leaving Gaza in case Canada will not be able to put the names on the evacuation list of Rafah crossing. The people in Gaza have been asked to pay $7000 per person regardless the age, to be allowed out of Gaza.

• The stay in Cairo for 3-4 weeks waiting for the paperwork.

• Flight tickets for 13 people from Cairo to Canada.

The settlement expenses (for the first 2 months till they find jobs) means:

• Rent

• Furniture

• Winter gear to adapt to the weather

• Health coverage

• Living cost

The situation, the danger, and the hardship are beyond any anticipation. Time is extremely sensitive, which means that time costs blood and lives.

Thank you for your openness to hearing about the situation of my family and me. Palestinian voices are often silenced, making it challenging to raise awareness about our situation and seek support. A safe, supportive, judgment-free community is vital for us.

At this moment; and on behave of my family, I am sincerely and deeply asking all kind people to help them get out of the most dangerous place in the world and start a new life. In the Book of Life, we all play different roles. Your role in supporting my family could be the turning point. Will you help them write a brighter chapter?

Thank you again for your support and understanding during this challenging time. Your contribution means a new life for my family. Also, it means compassion and solidarity for justice and preserving human lives.

Keen gratitude,

Shaymaa”

https://gofund.me/3f6f858a

“Hi,

My name is Mohammed Alhendi , I live in Belgium

Due to his geographical location and restrictions from GoFundMe I am stepping in to help launch this campaign. All donations will go directly to Abood.

Here is Abood story :

Hello, I'm Abdul Rahman Batah "Abood", I live in a small neighborhood in Jabalia Camp in northern Gaza, known as the "Youngest Journalist in the World."

I used to live in a house filled with love and hope, until the recent war came and destroyed everything. Our house, which my father built with great effort, was completely destroyed. We lost not only our home, but also our source of livelihood, our cultivated land, our only car, and even my small project that I relied on to make a living, which was a hot drinks selling business.

‏Our house was not just a house, but a residential building for the family consisting of 4 floors, accommodating more than 30 people. Each floor housed family members and filled them with warmth and love.

‏Those days were filled with pain and sorrow, but I decided not to give in to despair. Instead, I decided to share with people in northern Gaza by filming funny videos about the destruction, but behind the smile, my heart was sad for all that we lost.

‏But I didn't give up, I wanted to rebuild anew, with your support and solidarity. I launched this campaign to regain hope for myself and my family. Let's rebuild our house, replant our land, buy a new car to regain our freedom of movement, and rebuild my small project to sell hot drinks to live with dignity and earn my livelihood.

‏Please, join me in this journey, as every drop of contribution renews hope in my heart and brings life back to my shattered land. Contribute whatever you can, and share the story so we can reach our goal together.

To Stay Connected:

Follow my journey on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/abod_bt77

for regular updates and a closer look at the progress we make together. Let's rebuild hope, one brick at a time.

‏Thank you from the bottom of my heart“

[wevelocityteampresents-blog]

OCTOBER 1ST

My schedule for the day was pretty packed. Besides trying to understand a specific class, I also had to design a new character for my website based on the results from last year's poll.

There were tons of potential candidates. But the most well-received ideas were a young Scottish Fold (Who could be a nephew for Angus) and a cat goddess. Both characters were always tied to a point where I thought I'd have to use a Pokétch app as a tiebreaker. However, once midnight fell, the cat goddess ended up receiving a vote more than the Scottish Fold and won the poll.

With the character finally settled on, I got to work on the design. Since I based her design on the Egyptian goddess Bastet, I used moons and rings as the main element in her design. She should be more older than Ann Boo and mature as well.

With Pokémon Violet, I mostly focused on training.

So PINK, you mean? (The outbreak event ended after that.)

I'm surprised that they managed to fix the graphic for Miraidon's box. It always had an orange on it. Even though this is the Violet version, and the box should have a bunch of grapes on it.

The rules for the new tournament came in today. I'm forced to use six of these Pokémon:

It's an interesting roster. But it's not something I've ever had trouble with.

OCTOBER 2ND

I've started work on another big project. I can't say much about it now. But it's a follow-up to a project I've worked on before.

I also managed to finish designing the new MEOWCO mascot. Her name is Cressaluna. I think she'd be the one pulling the strings behind a certain event that involves Angus.

In Pokémon Violet, I was getting ready to take Ogerpon back to her den. But not before messing around with a few things first.

To counter Bloodmoon Ursaluna and Sinistcha, I've brought Fruit Punch to deal with them. With Knock Off as a substitute for Throat Chop, she does just as well as in Sinnoh!

Figured she would want to tag along with me after all this time. I thought I'd fight her. But Kieran wanted to fight me instead.

It wasn't that tough of a match with the help of Greninja and Miraidon.

At least he fought for what he believed in. With Kieran taken care of, the only thing left to do at that point was to catch Ogerpon.

Of COURSE, the legendary Pokémon would want to fight me first before joining me.

I thought it would be a regular battle. But it turned out to be similar to the Titan Pokémon battles. To make things worse, Ogerpon switches to another mask once she takes too much damage.

She eventually used her Teal Mask, and became too much for Greninja to handle alone. Thankfully, Umbreon was enough to finish her off.

Not only did I catch another Ogerpon, but I proved yet again that Umbreon has finally gotten his strength back.

I thought that would be it. But after I got the masks from Ponsi, I was told to visit Carmine at the park.

I have no idea...

Before I had to study, I thought about training with my other Ogerpon.

I don't know which mask I should use against other Ogerpon. But I feel like the Cornerstone Mask should be enough to deal with the Hearthflame Mask and counter against other Cornerstone Mask users. My other Pokémon can deal with the other forms.

OCTOBER 6TH

Now that I have a design for the new site mascot, I've started working on a new art piece that features her, Angus, and Ann. I should probably restart with some different poses, though...

I've also gotten back into Pokémon Stadium 2. I've been learning a few new things at Earl's Pokémon Academy that I can use in matches at the Stadium and Gym Leader Castle.

OCTOBER 7TH

Since Pac-Man 99's servers will be shut down tomorrow, I've decided to play it for as long as I possibly can. Besides that, I've gotten better at memorizing some of the material for my classes. It's probably a result of how much my health has improved since the summer ended.

In Pokémon Violet, I made my way to the park to see what Carmine wanted. She wanted to fight Ponsi to see how tough Ogerpon could be. Ponsi wasn't strong enough to take anyone on. So I took my other Ogerpon with me. And it actually worked.

Since she was only interested in fighting Ogerpon, I fought her with just JiaranMiao. You can see how THAT played out in the Web Stadium.

After I beat Carmine, I was called by Briar to return to the community center.

I still can't believe it took weeks for me to finish this single "assignment"... Briar also informed us that she needed to return to Blueberry Academy with Carmine and Kieran to investigate something.

If they're that strong, I hope that school has something like a Battle Tower.

While all this was happening, Kieran gave himself a bit of a facelift.

I'd wait for the pass to Blueberry Academy to arrive. But there's still more things I need to take care of first.

OCTOBER 8TH

While I was on break, I played Pokémon Stadium 2. I only had the Gym Leader class exam to complete before I moved on to the Elite Four class.

After I was done in the academy, I went to the Gym Leader Castle to take on Pryce.

I would have also fought Clair. But I had other things to take care of.

Today was also the last day I had to play Pac-Man 99. I did pretty well in all the matches I played today. Sadly, I had to stop to study for a while. But not before checking out my stats. Even though I never became Pac-Champ, I was placed third on the leaderboard.

I'm in the top three, and that's all that matters.

[blackorwhitethoughts]

Becomes an immigrant 19 years old and how it feels so fucked?

Today I want to share a story about how I become an immigrant at 19 and how it screws my mental health so badly.

So the story is when I was 19, still learning Uni, in an Asian country. My mom decided to marry a foreigner and move there with me so we / I can have a better future.

So 19 yo me, I left the country, left my uni, left my big family including grandparents, aunts and uncles, step brothers and sisters, left all my friends that I have known, and most importantly my first love and moved to a rural area in a first-world country.

Many people would blame me for doing it even though at that point. Honestly, I don't really want it. But the pressure is there, my family keeps pushing me and with a 19 yo kid still depending on his parents to live, that is quite daunting and I can say I have no other choice if you don't consider creating a war with your own family and try to be here in an Asian country don't go to Uni no more because my parent won't pay for it. So I go.

For anyone who decides to immigrate to another country, this is my advice for you. Don't expect to have much in many years to come. The older you are the more fucked you will be.

I can already name a few problems :

Away from your family. Like if you have never lived in a big family you will never understand this. It isn't like you can't see your aunt or uncle every year for a day. It is you usually see them every week or month and now you won't be able to see your aunts, uncles, step brothers and sisters, your grandparents, your nephews forever. Probably a few years you can see them once. I mean if you never get to experience that kind of close relationship ever you won't understand it.

You will lose all your friends. Maybe lose is the wrong word, you can still text them I guess. But over a period of time, when you can't hang around your friend group you will lose more and more friends. That is just how it works. You may be able to text some of them once every few weeks, that will fill in your void maybe ?

If you have a lover, time to say goodbye to all your good memories and also know that somebody else would love the person you love on your behalf. That feels quite shit.

You are young, you just left your university in your old country. You are probably more clueless than ever, wondering why you worked so hard many years before to get into this uni so now you have to leave. The best scenario ever you can attend a new university and start making friends again. Worst case you like me, you can't pay for them and you can't also borrow the money because even though you move to another country, your visa is temporary because certain immigrant paths require some challenging time, you have to wait for a few years until you are a citizen of that country before you can borrow money to attend university like their citizens.

Language is also another barrier. But for me, that is not the case because I'm a hard-working person. I've learned and be sufficient enough in that language to feel not being left behind.

I mean every single problem has a solution. I'm not being pushed to death to be fair. It's just the reality is hard for an immigrant. And if you are one I want you to understand that reality as well, and also want to spread how immigrants usually feel and what they have been through.

If you accept to work hard for a few years. At one point, you will be able to make more friends and colleagues, and you may find a lover, you will just start way later compared to other people.

Most people will never understand how hard it would be to be an immigrant. Especially the people in a thrid-world country, they think you can just move to a first-world country and all problems would be solved. The reality is you will have to endure a harder life if you are a middle-class in your third-world country.

Having gone through it myself, I can see why many people in third-world countries would still do it. I can name also many benefits of doing so. After moving back to my old country, I can say my mental health improve a lot, thou finance will have to take a step down I guess.