#and the story of neglect that stuck to me was this little girl who would be left at home for days on end with just a bowl of oranges

[whamss]

Don't have a lot of thoughts on the HSBC update, but I am extremely stuck on this panel:

And the thought of how absolutely horrifying it must be for Rose if Roxy actually grew up to look like Mom Lalonde. And I guess the implication here that the other alphas might have also grown up to look like their guardian counterparts (although Dirk died in his early 20s in this timeline, and Jane and Jake are still way younger than Nanna and Grandpa, so the hypothetical doesn't hit as hard for the other three beta kids)

Just like, I guess this was already to some degree a thought that is implicit with the existence of the alpha kids, but spending your late teen years and early adulthood getting close to a girl who Rose probably gained a more sisterly bond with, only to slowly watch her become the spitting image of the dead mother who neglected her, who she also regrets never bonding with must be some flavor of horrifying, right? But also maybe cathartic in a way?

I don't know, this just threw me out of it a little. I like the depiction of the adults looking like guardians when the story shifts to the pov of the children, kind of neat if they keep that up. I just also think that seeing Roxy look exactly like Mom Lalonde is such an interesting play because like. It makes sense, but thinking about how that would fuck with Rose's head a little is doing great things for me (<- person who makes everything about Rose). Extremely interesting

[ornii]

I got a Wednesday ask for you, for Valentines Day.

May I ask for Enid and Wednesday both having a crush on their friend who's oblivious as all hell to any romantic intentions anyone may have. A girl could say "You're cute in that shirt. I bet you'd look better out of it." and he'd beam a smile and say "Thanks! My mom picked it out for me!"

Well, Wednesday and Enid are rivals who are competing against each other. Their competition is so fierce that they often refuse to be near each other.

Unfortunately, they neglect their friend, who thinks he's done something wrong to push both of them away from him, so he's sulking. Less positive, less sunshine, no smiles.

How do these to reconcile and come together to make an agreement to share him? That, dear author, I leave to you.

That’s actually a great Idea since I already had a Valentines Story Here

Anyway that is a great idea.

May The Best Woman, Win.

Wenclair X Male Reader, Nothing Like a Little, friendly competition, right?

Valentines Day, the day of love and adoration for your significant other. Being a “Magician”, Mage would be the more appropriate term but the school doesn’t allow you to cast dangerous spells or incantations that could melt someone’s face off so you’re stuck with party tricks. Every day you were practicing a new form of levitation, invisibility, and summoning of spectral beings. And the week before valentines you put on a show for Nevermore and it has a fantastic end.

Standing before everyone, you had your magicians top had ready. As you Show It’s emptiness, you placed it upon the table.

“Now, you all should be prepared, this could be a. Fire hazard.” You say, your eyes quickly look to the further core of the crowd, seeing Enid so giddy for your performance as usual, but Wednesday was there, she despises child games but, she also supported your love for the magical arts. A ferocious smile was upon your face and you put everything into this one. Tapping on your had you slowly reached inside to pull out a butterfly. There were a few oos, but we’re not Ready for what came next, you placed it back inside and grabbed a lighter. Igniting the inside of your hat, you reached into with both hands and quickly pulled something out. It was a Mystery, until you opened your hands and hundreds of red, flaming butterflies flew out so calmly, they weren’t on fire, they were made of it. It dances along the night sky to the absolute beauty of the crowd.

The applause felt like a roaring wave to (Y/n), who watched as students cheer him on, and they only thing he could do was bow his head and thank everyone for their love and adoration. Unfortunately the teachers had to cut it short and make sure everyone got to their dorms safely. Thornhill obviously took hers back to their dorms, Enid was lying on her bed, absolutely giddy and chattering about it all, Wednesdays was typing upon her typewriter, trying to ignore it.

“And then the butterflies came out and it was just so, beautiful!” Enid squeals, Wednesday halts her typing for a moment.

“I know Enid, I was literally right next to you, an interesting parlor trick.” Wednesday goes back to it and Enid sits up and pouts.

“You really can’t just admit it was super cool? And it doesn’t help (Y/n)‘s the sweetest guy like ever.” Enid hugs one of her plushies.

“I suppose his overwhelming kindness is something to leave a woman.. wanting.” Wednesday says, “Which is why I suppose I’ll ask—“

“So that’s why I’m asking—“

“For him to be my valentine.” They say in Unison and both look at each other. The two stand up and sort of stand there awkwardly.

“So… you want him to be your valentine too.” Enid said, pouting a bit.

“Yes, i thought that was clear. While I despise the day of love, I can respect that he’s weaseled his way into my mind.” Wednesday admits.

“Well he’s been a cute ball of sunshine since I first met him, so…” Enid begins and offers a handshake.

“May the best woman win.” She says with a Cherry sweet smile. Wednesday takes it, coldly.

“I will win.” She responds, Enid frowns a bit. “I guess there’s nothing like a little friendly competition.

“I don’t do friendly.”

And The Rivalry began, while (Y/n) was a fantastic magician, he was a bit of a dunce when it came to hints of one’s romantic intentions. The first few hints were thrown at (Y/n), without much hinting. (Y/n) sat at the quad the next morning. He was quickly interrupted by Enid sitting next to him, immediately getting a bit close. He didn’t really see much wrong and just talked, he noticed Enid was staring really hard at him.

“And then I tells him I… Enid, are you okay? You haven’t blinked for like, two minutes.” He said, and she attempts to act oblivious.

“Oh Im staring too hard? Sorry, I was just so lost in your eyes~” She says, and (Y/n) nods.

“Ooooh. Well I have a spell to fix that, you’d be surprised how common eye injuries are in the magic business, did you know they based Dr Strange off of a famous magician? It’s—“

Enid can only sheepishly nod at his cute idiotic ramblings, as much as she wanted to interrupt him. He seemed so genuinely happy to talk about it with her. So instead she just listened to his ramblings on, just nodding away. Little did Enid know Wednesday was watching a ways away, staring a hole into her annoying dumb blonde blockhead. All she has to do was wait for her opportunity, which came knocking as (Y/n) was leaving his class. Walking down the hall he quickly stopped to not crash into Wednesday.

“(Y/n).” She says, he halts and awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

“Hey Wednesday, what’s up?” He asks.

“There is Something i must ask you, will you—“

“Wait.” He says. “there’s something I have to say first.” (Y/n) said, and Wednesday slowly began to scowl a bit. He takes a deep breath.

“I want to thank you for coming to the show, I know you hate childish things and I know you probably had literally a hundred Better things to do but.. you came and I cannot thank you enough so.. so..” (Y/n) awkwardly reaches out and hugs her tightly for a few seconds and Wednesday was stunned by the platonic assault, the scent of his cologne. The warmth of his body, the alluring strength in his arms. All of it left her literally speechless. He lets go quickly, as if he’s ready for her to stab him, but she just stares at him.

“W-Wednesday?” He asks, “Are you okay?” He said, she simply turned around and walked away, literally too embarrassed to speak. (Y/n) shrugs and heads back to his dorm. Down the hall, Enids eyes focused on the scene as she saw Wednesday leave, staring At her antisocial, emo smarty pants dumb face. The friendly competition wasn’t so friendly anymore; even the tension in the dorm room was, suffocating.

The next few days, (Y/n) attempts to hang out with both of them, but you could feel that. Something was wrong. They absolutely refused to do so, even to go so far as to not even be in each others presence. While you were off shopping with Enid, Wednesday was inside her dorm as far from Enid as possible to avoid shaving the dog bald, and when you were With Wednesday in the dorm talking, Enid was with Yoko trying not to picture clawing Wednesdays eyes out. As all the negativity they had slowly began to spree into vitriol it, took a toll on you as well. You five star smile slowly faded and the beautiful light in your eyes was dull and unrealistic. It was getting to you, the jealously, anger, for what? Why we’re they at each others necks, everything was fine a week ago, the only thing that changed was the show, the magic, it was.. you.

It was a rainy night in Nevermore and, you’ve had enough, sneaking out of your dorm and crawling the gothic architecture, you eventually and soaked in rain, got to the multi colored window, and softly knocked on it. Wednesday was inside as she turns her head to see you standing there, she opened the window and let you inside. It was an awkward silence before you just blurted it out.

“I’m sorry, okay?” You say, and Wednesday squints a bit.

“Sorry about what?”

“Everything! I don’t Know, whatever I did to make you and Enid hate each other.” You admit, Wednesdays jaw tightens and she couldn’t look you in the eyes anymore.

“You two used to be friends, you could coexist and now I can’t see one without the other and I hate it, whatever i did I am sorry, please. Can we go back to how things were?” You say, trying to hold back tears as you sit on her bed, sniffling. Wednesday detested human interaction and somewhat revels in the sadness and fear some had, but yours was different. It made her sick to her stomach to see you in such turmoil, for something you didn’t even do, your only crime.. was being a friend. Your hands shook, you tried to hold it together and your sorrow was interrupted by Wednesday approaching and hugging your head, letting your face rest against her chest as she gently caressed your hair, this is the first time Wednesday has ever initiated any contact.

“It was not your fault, it was ours, Enid and I wanted to be your valentines and, we allowed it to shove us apart. We put our selfish wants and needs above what mattered.. I apologize for my part in that.” Wednesday admits, your hands gently wrapped around her waist, you looked at her.

“You, guys were seriously fighting over me?” You say, “fighting over a guy seems above you.” You say and Wednesday sighs.

“I suppose it is…” she admits, she lets go and looks into your eyes.

“I’ll apologize to Enid as well.” She admits, and you wipe your tears.

“..I’d like that.” You say, and as if on queue, the door opens to Enid who steps in to probably pick up her nail polish, she sees Wednesday and (Y/n), which makes her freeze a bit, and the jealousy begins to come to a boil.

“Enid, are you really fighting over me?” You ask her, and her rage quickly disperses to embarrassment.

“I-I mean.. well..”

“Seriously?” You say, “I was so worried that I pushed you two away from each other, than I made you so full of hate and anger.” You admit and Enids embarrassed went to sadness. She approaches sheepishly.

“We… Yeah You’re Right, we did do that and.. it wasn’t fair to you.” Enid says, seeing the wet, sad man sitting on the bed, so full of despair. It made her want to cry too but, her tears were worthless.

“Wednesday, Enid, can you two please just go back to being friends?” You ask, the two look at each other.

“Enid, I apologize for my actions, as (Y/n) said we shouldn’t let a man get inbetween our friendship.” She admits.

“Yeah, im sorry too… that was super uncool of me, and I shouldn’t hate you for wanting to be his valentine.” Enid admits, and you sigh with relief.

“You know, you both could have just asked together.” You say, they slowly turn to him.

“If it made you both happy I would have done it, you two mean the most to me, the least I could do was be your valentines.” You say and the two quickly take up his offer.

“Will you be our valentine?” They again in Unison, you were actually a bit taken aback by their quickness, you stand up and laugh a bit. “No shame Huh? I’d love to.” You say and hug them both, Enid quickly reciprocates the hug, and Wednesday slowly does as well, both girls content with the outcome, I suppose in this competition, everyone is a winner.

[royalsweetteaa]

Daddy replacement

Pairing: sugar daddy!Andy Barber x sugar baby!reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - The following fic contains: explicit smut/no plot, daddy kink, slight choking, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, love confessions, age gap, degrading, reader has daddy issues, smidge angst, fluff, praise kink, penetrative sex, use of anal vibrator, oral sex (M receiving).

Summary: Andy takes care of his sugar baby who has daddy issues.

“What a good little slut you are…sucking cock like it’s the only thing you’re good for. You’re daddy’s good girl, you know that?”

The degrading praise made your stomach filled with butterflies. You have been neglected for so long and felt like you were never good enough, but Andy poured so much attention and care to you because he wanted to convince you it was not true at all. That you mattered.

Andy had his own ways of showing just that. From taking you out all the time, paying for whatever you wished, kissing your hand like the gentleman he is, - to the sinful deeds committed in the bedroom.

He was no doubt super kinky and craved to have a sweet young thing like you to fulfill his fantasies of being a daddy dom. Good thing you were compatible and desired his dominance just as much as he desired to dominate you. He absolutely adored you, and would only go as far as you wanted, which was deep down far.

You had returned to his house after dinner and you were already on a mission to rile him up so you could end the night with great sex. It was easy because Andy had the same thought too. You had sex a few days ago, but the two of your were always craving for more.

This led you to being put on your knees, sucking him off on the floor beside the bed and waiting for him to ejaculate his spend.

“Open your mouth for daddy, honey.” He ordered you from your blissful state. You obliged, and stuck your tongue out with a widened mouth for him to empty himself in.

He pumped his shaft a few times before his cum spilled out and invaded your mouth. He groaned and marveled the view of your tongue being painted with his sperm transparently white. Your widened mouth formed into a smile as he let the few spurts make home in your tastebuds.

“There we go,…what a good girl you are for me. Doing everything so perfectly, just the way daddy likes it.” He stated proudly with a smile while caressing your cheek.

You nodded with haze, and melted into his caressing. Your swallow was audible to his ears and you opened your mouth to reveal the spend was gone. “Thank you, daddy,…you always taste so good.”

“That’s very good to know, sweetie. It arouses me how you’re so eager to have a taste of me. Now, what do you say I fuck you stupid? Want me to take care of that pretty pussy of yours?”

You nodded eagerly, and he hummed with delight. “Get up then, sweetie. Present yourself for daddy.”

You stood up and had Andy lead you to the bed where you crawled to the middle, removing your underwear in the process and getting on all fours.

You looked behind you to see Andy follow suit, his eyes glued to your ass as you raised it high. He patted your ass a few times before he looked over at you, hunger behind his eyes but of patience.

“Tell me, honey…tell daddy what you want me to do with your princess parts.”

He knows what you want, but he wants to hear you. He wants to hear his baby beg for it.

“Daddy, please, please, please fuck your pussy! I need your cock inside of me so bad, it almost hurts!” You cried out, and you started to sway your ass to showcase your neediness as you slipped a finger through your folds.

You heard a dark chuckle from behind, and you could feel Andy’s hands roaming around your ass before he positioned himself. He glided his length along your cunt, making you weep in desperation.

“You like the attention I give you, hm? Your dad couldn’t give it to you, and that’s why you turned to me to be your daddy, isn’t that right sweetie?”

Andy practically knew your whole life story because you spewed it all the time. He had expressed his love for learning every single detail about your life, and he had just now put in one aspect of your pitiful past into his dirty talking. You did not mind it a single bit.

You nodded enthusiastically, “Uh-huh! It’s true, daddy!…I crave your attention so much, - I’m nothing without it! Please use me for what I’m worth, daddy!”

“I know baby, I know how much you love attention. As a reward for being a good baby, I’ll give you what you want…” he cooed, before he stopped gliding his cock at your entrance and pushed himself inside.

Your eyes crossed of feeling him invade you with his thick girthed length. His hands held tightly around your waist while the end of the base fully seeped in, his balls patting lightly at your clit.

“Oh, daddy…” you moaned out as you let your arms slack down into the sheets to rest. You were met by a harsh slap on your ass by doing so, making you yelp in surprise.

“U-uh, sweetie. Be a good slut and keep those arms up. Need you to work with me if you want me to give you what you want…” he said with a low rumble.

He held you by the neck and thrusted with less reluctance, going at a steady rhythm of snapping his hips against your bottom.

“Oh, honey…you’re always such a tight fit no matter how much I fuck you. Cute pussy’s just made for me, isn’t it? You’re made for me, aren’t you?” He asked, and snaked a hand to play with your clit.

“Aaah, yes daddy! M’made to be yours!” You babbled from the overstimulation.

“Atta girl…” Andy smirked while he drove faster, the room filling with skin to skin slapping noises from his balls slapping your clit to his hips meeting your ass. He occasionally bottomed inside, and seeped out slowly only to snap his hips to send shocks of pleasure.

Suddenly, you felt something poking against your asshole, a small and bold object being inserted without struggle. You were about to question what Andy had put in, but your question got answered when the object started to vibrate, sending a new wave of shock in your pulsating cunt.

Where did he get that from? You didn’t know nor have the brains to care right now.

“Tell me, sweetie…who’s your daddy? Who’s fucking you real good?”

“You! Aaah, — S’just you, daddy! Oh god!” You cried out while fisting the sheets. His cock in collaboration with the vibrator sent you over the edge, and you almost became brain dead. A living fleshlight for Andy to use.

“That’s right, honey. Been treating you like nothing but a princess, haven’t I? Something your dad never did. But that’s okay. You have me now, sweetie. Don’t need any other daddy than me.” He coaxed through grunts and heavy breaths.

His dirty talking made your channel clench with excitement and lust. He fucked you like a whore, so rough and carefree it made you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

“Aaaah, M’so close, daddy! I wanna cum on your cock!” You confessed through a high pitched voice.

“Don’t cum until I say so, you hear me?” He ordered, and gave your ass another hard spanking, making you yelp out; “yes, daddy!”

He jackhammered into your womb and pulled your head back, making you shiver uncontrollably from the overdrive. He made those familiar grunts that told you he was close too, and you knew at any moment he would allow you to release your orgasm.

He leaned over, an arm wrapping around your tummy and he then whispered, “Cum, sweetie…soak my cock with your honey juice..,” into your ear as he squeezed your throat tighter with his other hand.

You felt your clit pulse and your juices flow out as you came with a howl. You were wetting the sheets below you with your release, but you had no reason to be embarrassed by it. Andy had told you he likes it when you make a mess anyway.

You only needed his approval, and that was enough for you to be convinced.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum too.” He moaned. “Flip over and lay on your back, sweetie.”

You flipped over after he pulled out his cock and the vibrator, and you kept your legs spread as he unloaded on your pussy, letting his spend coat the sensitive flesh with warmth.

“Fucking shit,..that’s a good whore. What a good baby..” he muttered through sharp inhalation.

You rested your neck into the pillow and closed your thighs together, squeezing them so Andy’s cum could stay in place for as long as possible. Andy collapsed beside you and pulled you closer to him.

He gave a humming kiss on your shoulder, “Mmh, I can’t think of a better way of ending the day. It’s always a privilege to have you around, sweetie.” He almost whispered.

You looked up at him and returned a passionate kiss to his lips before you rested your head on Andy’s chest. You could feel his beating heart so close to you, it was a comfort in itself.

While you laid there in silence appreciating each other’s embraces, you grew emotional as you took in the moment of being snuggled up against this man’s chiseled chest while feeling his beard tickle your bare skin. You had never been happier with anyone else.

Sure, this was to be only an arrangement, but Andy made it so hard not to fall for him. He was perfect. He was everything you needed.

Andy frowned when he took a glance of your face and noticed your eyes were getting glossy. “What’s wrong, honey? Why are you crying?”

You giggled through a sob and shook your head dismissively. “I’m too embarrassed to tell…”

“There’s no need to be bashful about with me, honey. Do you need more money? I’ll send you an extra grant to your card if you want, —”

“No, no! It’s not about that…I just…I really like you, Andy. Every moment we spend together makes me feel I’m important. You make me feel so important, daddy. I want to be together with you for as long as you’ll allow me, regardless if we end this arrangement one day.”

Andy smiled lightheartedly, pulling himself closer to give your forehead a kiss before he snickered. “Bless you. You really know how to use just the right words to get into a man’s heart, don’t you hun?”

“Andy, I’m serious!” You whined. “Don’t you believe me? Because if you don’t, I’ll get a job and earn my own money to prove it to you!” You stated, pointing an accusing finger hard onto his chest as if that would prove your point.

He laughed and surrendered his arms in the air. “Hey, I’m just teasing, baby, - don’t get a job, you’ll have less time to spend being with me.”

You pouted with crossed arms, not pleased how he dismissed your confession like that, but Andy was hardly done.

“You know I love you beyond the good sex and your body. A good daddy wouldn’t care for only your looks.” He stated with a pause while he held your chin so he could look deep into your eyes with his own. “While our arrangement might be of the sort, I’m way past calling you only my sugar baby. You agree on that, don’t you, sweetie?” He asked gently.

You looked at him with shimmer in your eyes. “I do, daddy.” You replied innocently, and snuggled your head into the crook of his neck. He chuckled and stroked your back with care.

“You’re my sweetheart for life. I’ll never neglect you nor fall out of love with you.”

Note from author: Ugh, Andy would make the best sugar daddy, you can’t convince me otherwise.

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3

[heyiwrotesomethings]

She’s The Housekeeper Prt8: Penguin Park

Yor Briar/ Forger x She/ Her Reader

A/N: Prt7 Prt9 Here is the big chapter! I’m planning to do at least one more chapter to bring in Bond but after that I think I’ll be done with this story. I hope you all like this chapter! Thank you for reading! Word Count: 4,515

Another night filled with assignments.

Loid could hardly make it into the apartment building, he was that tired. For as much as HQ wanted him to continue this perfect family charade, they were not making it very easy for him to do so.

As he shuffled into the apartment complex, his ears perked up when he heard voices further down the hall. It was the neighbors again, and what they were saying stopped him cold in his tracks.

“That man from across the hall is working late again I see.” One snidely remarked, earning a round of acknowledging huffs from the other women.

“That poor little girl must feel so neglected. I rarely see the three of them together.”

“Yes, and don’t even get me started on the live-in housekeeper!”

All the women voiced exasperated sounds of agreement before diving in on the topic anyway. Loid stuck close to the wall and continued to listen in.

“So he’s definitely having an affair with her, right?”

Loid nearly choked.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. He seems the type. With how often he’s out god-knows-where, he’s probably got a handful of mistresses to hop between.

Hardly. Loid’s eye twitched and he rubbed at his face while still listening to the assassination of his character, and then (Y/n)’s as well.

“She is so antisocial!” One piped up, “She seems like a nice young woman on the surface, but whenever I offer to introduce her to the strapping young men in my family, she turns up her nose. Seems she only has an eye for married men who can fill her bank account.”

Loid covered his mouth in surprise. These women were ruthless in their gossip. If (Y/n) had heard any of this, he could only imagine how furious she would be, not to mention how Yor would feel as well. Even he was beyond offended on her behalf, but he couldn’t exactly cut in and tell them off, that would probably do more harm than good.

“Maybe he lost his job and he’s too embarrassed to go home?” Another speculated, “Can’t bear to face his heartbroken wife and money grubbing mistress without a paycheck.”

Loid’s hands fell to his sides in fists. He had been careless it seemed. He had been so busy with his other missions, that he had neglected his role here, and now rumors were flying like crazy. He’d have to do something about that, and soon. If it blew into some bigger conspiracy that got to the school, he hated to think how that would affect Anya.

Of course Anya knew that their family was… unconventional, she seemed to know that she probably shouldn’t call (Y/n) mama in public, even if she forgot at times. Loid could only imagine how the high society parents would object and cause a scene and how cruel their children could be as well once they heard... Loid couldn’t let Anya be exposed to such bigoted attitudes.

He slunk back from the hall and ran swiftly up the stairs to their apartment door, startling the trio coloring in the living room with his hasty entrance.

“We’re going out next weekend!” He declared, then directed his attention to Anya, “Where do you want to go?”

“Uh, Loid? You should sit down. You look ill.” (Y/n) suggested.

“Yes, you should get some rest.” Yor agreed.

“Ah, is that a penguin?” Loid asked, ignoring the two women to observe Anya’s drawing, “Let’s go to the aquarium then!”

(Y/n) and Yor shared a puzzled look, before Yor addressed Loid again.

“Not that I wouldn’t enjoy an outing, but what is this about?”

“We need to do everything we can to keep looking like a normal, happy family to keep up the appearances of our pretend marriage. An outing is just what we need.”

“Anya’s excited!”

“Then it’s settled.” Loid nodded with a smile.

The evening was mostly normal from there, until Anya was put to bed. Loid was honestly a bit fearful about explaining to Yor and (Y/n) what he had heard (minimal details of course), but even more so he was afraid of what he needed to ask of (Y/n) during that outing.

“Are you serious?” (Y/n) spoke tightly, her tone unusually high, “They really think you and I—?!”

“That is what I heard.” Loid affirmed, interlacing his fingers and rubbing his thumbs together.

“An affair! I can’t believe it!” She quietly screamed while Yor blinked owlishly at her side, still processing the accusation.

“They couldn’t be more wrong! …Well, actually, they are kind of right… but they’ve put together the wrong people!” (Y/n) ranted as she paced the room. She crossed her arms and turned on her heel to stalk towards Loid.

“So this is what the outing is for, right? For you three to go out and look like the perfect family to make them think we aren’t being… intimate?” (Y/n) shuddered at the word in that context.

“Yes, but… (Y/n), I was hoping you would come too.”

“That would look bad one hundred percent, Loid.” (Y/n) shook her head. “Or if you think you’ll ease suspicion by having me dressed up in that stupid uniform while I haul your souvenirs behind you all day, you can go—“

“No, no, of course that’s not what I’m suggesting, but what I am asking you to do won’t be easy nevertheless.”

“What is it?” Yor tentatively asked.

Loid sighed, and rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Remember my friend, Franky?”

“Yeah, what about him?” (Y/n) asked warily.

“Could you please pretend to be on a date with him when we go to the aquarium?”

Yor’s mouth fell open in surprise, nearly breaking her neck with how fast she turned to look at (Y/n) and Loid braced himself for yelling, but (Y/n) was deathly quiet, expressionless. Somehow that was worse.

(Y/n) took in a few deep breaths through her nose, releasing one long, final breath before looking back to Loid with irritated and tired eyes.

“He knows it’s just pretend, right?”

“Of course.”

“And how long do we have to keep it up?”

“It will be most important to time an introduction with some of the neighbors in the hallway before we leave, after that, you two can treat it like any casual outing once we are there. We may have to plan similar outings in the future though…”

Yor’s head whipped back and forth like she was watching a tennis match. (Y/n) wasn’t really agreeing to having a fake boyfriend, was she? Rationally, Yor knew that if Loid was suggesting it, it was probably necessary, and it wasn’t like the relationship would be any more real than her fake marriage, but the idea of her partner going on a date with someone else made her feel the need to snap some bones to fight off the uncomfortable burning in her chest.

“I swear this just keeps getting more and more convoluted.” (Y/n) groaned, sitting down hard on the couch beside Yor who watched her intently, “I trust that you wouldn’t be bringing this up if you had any other options, so I’ll do it, but I swear Loid, if this lie keeps evolving like this I can’t imagine we will be able to keep up with it for very long.”

“I know.” Loid nodded solemnly.

“Um,” Yor cleared her throat, grasping at (Y/n)’s sleeve, “are you sure you want to do this, darling? I’m sure we could find another way.”

“As long as those old biddies see me as some untethered, marriage killing floozy, there really isn’t anything else we can do. As long as they think there is an affair going on, our family image will continue to appear tarnished.”

Yor frowned, sucking in her lower lip. (Y/n) stroked her hand comfortingly.

“It’ll be no different from the pretend marriage you and Loid have. You don’t have to look so concerned.” She promised, trying to ease Yor’s mind with a smile.

But it would be different. Yor didn’t think she could handle being in the position that (Y/n) had been in ever since this pretend marriage began. Watching on as her lover walked beside someone else, holding their hand... the burning in Yor’s chest grew hotter. (Y/n) was far stronger than her when it came to these things it would seem.

“If you’re certain.” Yor murmured.

(Y/n) squeezed Yor’s hand and brought her attention back to Loid.

“We’re going to need a story.”

“Right.”

***

“Loid, are you sick?”

“Maybe we should postpone?” Yor asked, ashamedly hopeful.

Loid shook his head as he fumbled with his sunglasses. He wasn’t sick, just severely sleep deprived from speeding through all of his missions that week to make this work. He couldn’t back out now. Especially not when Anya was so excited.

“I’m perfectly fine,” he said, staring down hard at his watch. He wiped his sleeve over the face to clean what he thought must have been a smudge, but it was still blurry. Nevermind, Franky would probably be up to meet them soon and he could already hear the neighbors gossiping in the hall so it was go time.

“Fall out, Forgers’,” he ordered, grasping the doorknob successfully on the second try and opening the door to let Anya run excitedly into the hall with Yor and (Y/n) following after her.

“Oh, Forgers’!” One of the neighbors blinked in surprise at seeing the family together, then her eyes found (Y/n) in her casual wear. She gave (Y/n) a tight smile, “And Ms. (L/n), of course.”

“Good morning,” (Y/n) waved, smile just as insincere.

“It’s rare to see you all together. What is the occasion?” One of the other neighbors asked.

“We’re going to the aquarium.” Loid shared.

“Oh, all of you?” The woman asked, side-eying (Y/n).

“Miss Anya insisted,” (Y/n) chuckled politely, “I couldn’t refuse, especially once my boyfriend caught wind of the idea. Ah, here he comes now.”

“Hello, my darling! Ah, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

Everyone followed (Y/n)’s gaze to Franky as he strode up the hallway towards them with a big smile on his face.

“Oh stop it, you just saw me yesterday.” (Y/n) said with faux embarrassment.

It was true, they had seen each other yesterday, and just about every day that week to get their story straight for today. (Y/n) had dreaded it initially, but Franky was easy to get along with, a bit of a scamp, but a good guy.

“You know me,” Franky grinned cheekily, kissing the back of (Y/n)’s hand, “even a minute without you is a minute too long.” He winked.

(Y/n) smiled wryly in response before sharing her well-crafted and practiced introductions. Easily meeting every prying question with tactful responses, sometimes letting Franky take the reins as well to really send the message home that they were definitely a couple.

They had decided they had been together for a year and a half, a long distance relationship because of Franky’s job. Hence why he wasn’t around. Not to mention how unprofessional it would be for (Y/n) to have her boyfriend over while she worked. The neighbors ate up the simple reserved, responsible young woman act she peddled with a spoon. She could see their view of her slowly change before her eyes.

“Oh dear, why didn’t you say you were being courted by this sweet man before?”

Ah yes, (Y/n) didn’t forget about Mrs. Matchmaker, who apparently decided awhile ago that, ‘No thank you, I’m not looking for a relationship,’ translated to, ‘I’m having too much fun chasing after a married man to meet your stupid nephew.’.

“My (Y/n) can be so shy, it’s incredible,” Franky chuckled while (Y/n) hid half of her face behind her hand and adverted her eyes, “she gets so nervous around people sometimes that she probably didn’t even think to mention me. Don’t worry, dear. I’m not hurt.”

“Franky!” (Y/n) quietly admonished, turning away.

She heard the neighbor women chuckle knowingly and rolled her eyes hard at the wall. If being a corpse cleaner stopped paying, perhaps she could try her hand at acting.

“As entertaining as this is, we had better be on our way,” Loid said, sensing it was a good time to wrap up, “good seeing you.”

“Oh yes, have a good day then.”

“Say hello to the penguins for me, little Miss Anya.”

“Good talking with you all.”

“Oh we nailed that.” (Y/n) smiled smugly as soon as they all piled into the car. Loid and Franky in the front while she, Yor and Anya sat in the back.

“You almost even had me convinced.” Franky turned to face her with a grin. “You sure you don’t want to have a nice, romantic dinner with me?”

“Pfft, yeah I’m busy that day.”

“I didn’t even say when!”

“Mhm, as I said. Busy.” (Y/n) laughed, Franky pouted but joined in soon after.

Yor’s smile was stiff as she tried to busy herself by looking out the window. Try as she might to remind herself that their relationship was an act, it still worried her that (Y/n) and Franky seemed to get along despite the circumstances. The sooner they could go back to their normal routine, the better, but she would still try to enjoy the day and not think about feeding Franky to the crabs and other bottom feeders piece by piece for placing his lips even just against the skin of (Y/n)’s hand. She didn’t know how (Y/n) made it until Yuri crossed the line before breaking down.

Loid parked near the subway station and everyone piled out of the car. While they waited for the train to pull into the station, Loid took drink requests and Franky went with him to be an extra pair of hands.

Yor watched fondly as (Y/n) and Anya guessed what kind of animals they would see. Her momentary mental tranquility was quickly brought down as the men made their return.

“M’lady,” Franky bowed, presenting (Y/n) with her drink.

“Thank you, my good sir.” (Y/n) gave a mock curtesy in return.

When it came time to board the train, Yor couldn’t help but maneuver in such a way that guaranteed the spot in the booth beside (Y/n), leaving as little space between them as possible.

“How are you holding up?” (Y/n) whispered.

“Hm?” Yor feigned ignorance, but she wasn’t fooling her partner in the slightest.

“Hey,” (Y/n) whispered under her breath, though Loid, Franky and Anya were well engrossed in their penguin talk and no one else in the subway car seemed to be paying them any mind, “I love you, you know.”

“I know…” Yor worried the hem of her sleeve between her fingers.

“Try to enjoy the aquarium. Then we can cuddle up with some hot cocoa when we get home.”

Yor managed a small smile and nodded. She did like the sound of that. Loid did say the hard part was behind them since they put on their show for the neighbors. Now they could just relax and enjoy the day.

Unfortunately, none of them had foreseen running into more of their nosey neighbors at the aquarium.

“Oh Forgers and…?”

(Y/n) sighed inwardly and stepped up beside Franky to make introductions again. Once everyone was aquatinted, Loid clapped his hands together, ready to move on from the other group and get to his mission, but Yor spoke up instead.

“Why don’t you join us? The more the merrier, right?”

(Y/n) and Loid only just barely managed to hide their shock and disbelief while the neighbors eagerly agreed to the plan. This was the last thing Yor wanted to do, believe her, but if they needed more opportunities to present themselves like a real family to get these people off of their backs, then so be it. If they needed to appear normal, they needed to be more chummy with their neighbors in situations like this, even if that meant…

“Let’s go look at the penguins, my dear. I know how much you love them!” Franky beamed, interlocking his elbow with (Y/n)’s.

Yor’s smile twitched. Franky was much too eager to continue the charade for her liking.

“Yes, starting with the penguins sounds perfect. Is that alright with everyone?” Loid asked, receiving murmured approvals in reply.

Yor could at least take solace in how much Anya was enjoying herself. However, it didn’t take very long before Loid said he needed to get more drinks and left. Then Franky slapped his hands against the enclosure guardrail.

“I got it! (Y/n), come with me!”

“Huh? But—“

Franky pulled (Y/n) away and the neighbors chuckled at their antics while Yor bared down harder on the guard rail to try to keep her sudden bloodlust at bay. Where was Franky taking her (Y/n)? Why was Loid so thirsty today? And where was Anya going—

And where was Anya going?

“Miss Anya, wait!”

But she had already disappeared into the crowd. Yor turned her head every which way, looking for any of the other adults

who were supposed to be responsible for this child along with her, but saw none of them. It looked like she was on her own.

“Excuse me,” she chuckled awkwardly, leaving the neighbors behind. Hopefully this wouldn’t reflect too badly on them.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) watched on as Franky tried name after name to win a giant penguin plush. After the next failed attempt left the man with his head in his hands (Y/n) chimed in,

“Why are you doing this anyway?”

“Why am I doing this? (Y/n), don’t you know how dates are supposed to go? If I win this thing and give it to you, that’s like, a bazillion happily dating couple points!”

“I don’t think we need to worry about it that much. We’ve already done a pretty convincing job. Just breaking off from the group like this is probably filling their heads with all kinds of ideas.” (Y/n) tried not to think too hard on that.

Also, (Y/n) actually wanted to enjoy all of what the aquarium had to offer. Anya looked so cute running around to visit all of the exhibits. She wanted to be a part of that, not be stuck at this booth all day.

Another wrong guess, she sighed inwardly and gave Franky a sympathetic shrug which was met with gearing up for another guessing attempt. She hoped Yor was enjoying herself at least. Hopefully Loid didn’t take to long getting back so he could distract her from her absence.

Yor was not enjoying herself, but she wasn’t worried about (Y/n) at that moment either.

“Miss Anya? Where did you go, Miss Anya?” Yor called out in between asking passers by if they had seen a little pink-haired girl.

Oh dear, where did she go? When was Loid going to come back? Why did Franky have to steal (Y/n) away? She needed help!

“Mama!”

Yor perked up and turned around. Immediate relief washed over her as Anya come into view in another hallway. That relief was quickly replaced with concern once she saw she was on the coattails of a stranger. Anya hastily yelled,

“Mama, I’m being kidnapped!”

Yor’s expression became steely as she began her pursuit. She caught up quickly and spun Anya into her protective embrace with dizzying speed. Glaring hard at the man, her foot found home under his jaw.

“What are you are doing to my daughter?!” She yelled, the force she exerted rocketed him through a ceiling tile, lodging his head within, his legs still dangling in plain view.

“Wow.” Anya blinked, watching the man’s legs sway.

‘Oh no, I definitely over did it! I hope he’s not dead!’ Yor whined to herself.

She would need to find (Y/n) to help her take care of the corpse if that was the case. At least then they could be alone together.

“Are you alright, Miss Anya?”

“Mhm, thank you mama.” This would definitely help Anya’s papa with his mission.

“Ahhh, you had me so worried,” Yor sighed, resting her head atop Anya’s while she held her in her arms, “Let’s get back to the group now.”

“Okay mama.”

Yor was disappointed to see that (Y/n) had yet to return and surprisingly, neither had Loid. She put on the most convincing smile she could and apologized to the neighbors for the Forgers’ sudden scattering.

“Oh don’t worry about it dear.” One of the older women assured.

“It can’t be easy raising a little one. Especially when your husband hasn’t come back at all yet… he must be cheating on you. Who takes this long to get a drink?”

“How awful.” The other agreed.

“Um,” Yor felt strangely guilty that Loid was the one under all of this scrutiny when she was the one technically having an affair, “That’s not…“

“Yor, sorry I took so long.”

Everyone turned to see Loid walking up with a giant stuffed penguin in his arms, and a bitter looking Franky and a bored (Y/n) flanking him as they walked up.

“Taadaaa.” Loid smiled, presenting the plush to Anya.

“Penguin!” Anya joyously cheered, hugging the penguin that was twice her size.

“Wow, so cute! Where did you get that?” Yor asked.

“It was a prize from a penguin guessing game. Once I saw it, I knew I had to win it for Anya. I played over and over until I got it right. I lost track of the time though, sorry I was gone so long,” he added sheepishly.

Everyone else ate that up, except for Anya of course and then Franky further distracted from the group’s previous topic by adding his grievances.

“I can’t believe while I was working so hard to win that penguin for my lady, you were standing somewhere amongst the crowd, waiting to take away all my glory!”

“Miss Anya will take better care of that penguin than I ever could.” (Y/n) assured. She only wished Loid could have guessed correctly faster to save her from standing in place. She watched the nearby tropical fish exhibit for so long, she could probably draw out a prefect replica.

“Wow, you’re a better father than I thought.” One of the women blinked, mildly impressed.

“Oh, thank you.” Loid smiled.

‘I wouldn’t thank someone for a “complement” like that.’ (Y/n) thought to herself as she bit her tongue in an effort to keep any snark she held to herself. She turned to watch Yor and Anya play with the stuffed penguin and felt more at peace.

“I’m just a simple father trying to keep my footing as I protect my happy little family.” Loid spoke tenderly, working his magic on the middle-aged women.

Looks like today had worked out after all.

“Let’s go see the dolphin show!” Anya was already lugging the penguin towards the exhibit.

“Good idea!” (Y/n) agreed, happy to finally see more of what the aquarium had to offer.

“Come on, Forger! Speed it up!” Franky teased, fully aware of the antics Loid had been up to all day.

“Can we slow down a bit maybe?” Loid asked. The poor man was crashing faster than an airplane out of fuel.

Still, he wouldn’t trade this moment of peace for anything in the world. He’d enjoy every second of it.

***

Anya was enjoying her morning after her busy day at the aquarium yesterday, by showing her penguin around their ‘hideout’.

“This is agent papa, he can do anything.” She explained to the penguin as she moved around the living room.

“And this is agent mama, she’s super strong, but bad at everything else.”

“Am I that much of a failure?” Yor bemoaned.

“Of course not darling, you are good at plenty of things.” (Y/n) assured as she prepared breakfast in the kitchen.

“And that is agent mama, not to be confused with other agent mama, she keeps the hideout squeaky clean and makes the yummiest food. The three of them together are Anya’s most trusted lackeys.” Anya nodded to herself, a pleased smile upon her lips. Then she continued on her path, dragging the penguin behind her.

She was running out of places to visit. She knew she shouldn’t be in their rooms without permission… but it was much too tempting for the little girl.

“The most top-secret rooms of the hideout. Papa and the mamas’ rooms.”

What wonders could she stumble upon in her spy father’s room or her assassin mother’s room? Special knives? Bombs? Acid? Her fingers barely touched the door knob before she was quickly pulled away, feet dangling off of the ground.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Loid yelled, more so out of worry for Anya’s well-being than anger. He had a lot of dangerous things in his room after all.

“How many times do I have to tell you to not go in my room without permission?”

The combination of the surprise of being grabbed and the tone of Loid’s voice caused Anya to burst into tears.

“I— Anya, don’t cry. There’s dangerous things like scissors and heaters in there and I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Loid spoke more softly.

“Yes, you shouldn’t go into mine and (Y/n)’s room either.” Yor added gently. Too many needles and poisons, acids and cleaners. They could probably blow up the whole apartment building if they weren’t stored properly.

“Papa and mama, I hate you both!” Anya wailed, running to the kitchen and hoping for a bit of sympathy from (Y/n). Unfortunately, (Y/n) was in the middle of carrying a scalding hot pan to the plates as Anya ran into her thighs at full speed.

Thankfully, (Y/n)’s grip and balance stayed firm, but the scare of almost dumping hot food and oil over the little girl lead (Y/n) to shout,

“Miss Anya! No running in the kitchen, I could have seriously hurt you!” She scolded.

“Anya hates mama too!” Anya bawled, “Anya’s going to run away from home!”

The three adults jolted as if they had been struck by lightning, each feeling more awful the longer Anya cried. (Y/n) tried to console, but Anya kept crying until Loid picked up the Penguin and hid his flushed face in its soft back.

“A-agent Anya, there’s no time for crying. World peace is on the line!” Loid said, speaking in a higher tone that would have had (Y/n) struggling not to laugh if Anya hadn’t just said she hated her twenty seconds ago.

(Y/n) saw Yor grab a robot and followed suit by grabbing Anya’s pink chimera plush.

“L-let’s wrap up the hideout tour and go on our next mission.”

“Yes, let’s go beat the bad guys!” Robot Yor agreed.

“We’ll teach them not to mess with us!” Chimera (Y/n) chimed in.

Anya sniffled, but that seemed to have appeased her. She wiped her nose and commanded the three of them to follow her lead to the candy store.

It was a rather embarrassing outing for Loid, Yor and (Y/n), but to see Anya smile and laugh so happily, it made having to go out in public with toys over their faces and silly voices leading to giggling strangers worth it.

[pocketsizedowls]

The first time I read The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka, I was in my second year of college.

At the time, despite going to a university that was a 12-hour drive away, I faithfully returned home during every break, every holiday, and every long weekend. Much like Gregor Samsa, the protagonist of The Metamorphosis and breadwinner of the Samsa household, I thought my family needed me. They couldn't function without me. Texts and calls flooded in every day from my siblings, my mother, my father, so at the end of my second year of college, I wrote a creative nonfiction essay about The Metamophosis. My family is not like Samsa's, I claimed. Even if I get transformed into a bug like Samsa did, they would never faint at the sight of me. They accepted me each and every time I returned home from college, slightly changed from the last but still human at my core. They loved me, I said. They always will.

The recent release of Teniwoha's "Zamuza" via Project Sekai's N25 brought me back to that essay, and upon rereading it for the first time since I wrote it four years ago, I... pity myself. At 19, I had not yet come to terms with my family's dysfunction, my mother's narcissism, and my father's neglect. Being parentified growing up often means that you're the last of your siblings to realize you were cheated of a proper childhood, and that growing up too quickly has detrimental consequences on your health. Cortisol, the steroid hormone released into your body during long periods of stress, is only good for your body in smaller doses. Today, I am writing this post at 6am after rolling around in bed for hours, stuck in the limbo of waking and sleeping. Unfortunately, insomnia is only one of the issues that arise in adulthood after living in fight-or-flight mode your entire life. I would love to tell you more, but that would make this post way too long, so let's move on to the interesting stuff:

I see a lot of my younger self in Mafuyu Asahina, who puts on a "good girl" facade her entire life in order to meet the expectations of her demanding parents. By that I mean, she sacrifices her happiness and her identity to secure love and empathy from her mother, and boy do I know helpless that feeling can be. I only wish that when I was in high school, I also had good friends like Kanade, Mizuki, and Ena. That it didn't take me so long to realize that I am not responsible for my parents' emotions and that I did not need to take on adult responsibilities at a young age to be loved. Because love, as most people learn at a young age and I learned when I was a little older, is supposed to be unconditional.

Gregor Samsa, who transformed into a bug at the beginning of the story, died at the end of The Metamorphosis due to familial neglect. After sacrificing his entire life and identity to serve his family, they moved on quickly without him once he was no longer useful as their golden child. This would have been my fate, had I not pivoted my priorities later on during college to focus on myself. This would have been Mafuyu's fate, if not for her good friends who are unconditionally invested in her well-being. The song "Zamuza" is inspired by The Metamorphosis, and the song is often called "Samsa" when referred to in English. A tribute to Samsa, I think this song is not only Kanade's attempt to save Mafuyu, but also her way of making sure that Samsa, despite being forgotten by his family, will continue to be remembered by her audience.

Take a listen, if you haven't yet:

[wiihtigo]

do u have any tips for getting into ocs and developing them tho 🤔😭

Hmm I’ve had ocs in the past and I’ve wondered why I picked and chose favorites among the cast I made and I thjnk for the ones I didn’t gaf about it was because I was forcing myself to make characters filling space because I thought it would make my story look more complete but it just ended up I neglected those ocs because I found nothing about them fun or compelling to spend time on.

With casey I’ve definitely gone full self indulgence which was probably helped by the fact her concept was literally based on a joke self insert character so the fuel for me spending time with her was my intense fixation on booster gold and how much I wanted to destroy hurt kill bite kill punch to death kick kill him 😀

Make things fun for yourself! Don’t shy away from making things that you know you’re already crazy for … I’m not shy about saying casey as a concept is a culmination of a LOT of favorite characters I’ve had in the past like peridot (su), the invader zim and tak storyline, Daffy Duck .. to name a few!

And I spent a long time perfecting her design so that it was fun to draw for me …. I made her a secretary/office lady type character cuz um. I THINK THEYRE HOT? LOL … and I really like that fashion style I draw her in. So she’s almost like a mannequin for me to draw clothes I really like aesthetically. so I really have a lot of fun drawing her ^_^ you can tell by how much I do it LOL

So my number 1 advice in conceptualizing ocs is to make things fun for yourself. Are your favorite charaxters always mad scientists.. you can make one. Do you think rubber aprons are hot. You can give them one. Have you been struggling with your gender identity. You can make your oc a girl with he him probouns. Do you wish columbo was a lesbian.. you can make it happen.

As for development, as soon as I got the basic deets for casey and her role in the story I had for her to paper I found one of those tumbrl oc ask games and just filled out every single question for her. A lot of stuff was made up on the spot but just felt right and most often stuck that way but there’s no shame in making little changes as your oc grows on you and you get better aquatinted with eachother. For example I had the idea initially casey would have rich/well off and well meaning parents who were extremely normal and loved her a lot and it would be kind of a meet the robinsons “THEY ALL HATED ME” dynamic. But I quickly changed it as I thought more about casey because what I have with her and spider feels more.. fitting.

It also helps a ton if you have a friend willing to lend an ear :) and I don’t mean just 50+ messages discord chats (because those are extremely enlightening too) but I mean just posting and posting and posting about your little guy and getting those precious 4 likes on your lore document. I always take this sort of approach with original stuff LOL IF I POST ABOUT CASEY LIKE A LUNATIC FOREVER EVENTUALLY ILL TRICK EVERYONE INTO THINKING THEYRE CASEY FANS…!!!

Sorry for the rambly answer! I hope I was able to say at least 1 crumb of helpfulness

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Rules of the Harem (Rule 2)

Tensions start to rise in the house, so a method of resolving conflicts is proposed.

Steve-O X Fem!Reader, Chris Pontius X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

1k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, nudity, violence, fighting, alcohol, electrocution, BDSM mention, use of honorifics (Ma’am)

An: Hello again! I’m really enjoying this series so far, and I hope you all are enjoying it as well! Fun fact: I wrote all of these chapters in the same week while on vacation! If they read slightly differently, it’s because I couldn’t get in contact with my usual beta reader during that time, but let me know which style you prefer! Thank you for sending in your requests, and please keep them coming! :)

That afternoon, your backyard was a scene straight out of one of those Greek myth stories with all the flirty nymph girls giggling and splashing around naked in the streams. You were about a month or so into the six of you living together, and given how close the guys had gotten. They decided out of the blue to go skinny dipping even though they had their trunks on hand. Chris said something about getting rid of those pesky mankini tan lines, but you knew they were putting on this show for you because how could the lady of the house expect any less? You had a huge yard, anyways- five thousand square feet of carved marble and intricate stonework, fenced in with meticulously groomed shrubbery- and your neighbors at this point knew not to try and steal a peek, so it’s not like anyone would see them. You sat back poolside in your lounge chair, in your long, silky robe, and watched.

Now this would be all fine and dandy and the kind of thing you would revel in if you hadn’t neglected one detail: Steve was gone. Well, not gone gone, but out of your sight. He was, as you would come to find out, on the roof, and yes, he was still naked. As he took a running start to leap into the water, the only image you saw was the glowing halo of his silhouette from the sun. His landing and the resulting splash were both incidentally directly in front of Ryan, completely soaking him. Standing up, he jumped in after Steve, but you were distracted chatting up Chris, who was sunning that spectacularly muscular body of his to notice. You didn’t exactly see when the play fighting transitioned into real fighting, but It was probably around when Steve stuck his head out from the froth and yelled to Chris, alerting your attention to the way Bam and Ryan had been ganging up on him. Rushing to his buddy’s aid, Chris dove in after him, and you still sat exactly where you were sitting twenty minutes ago, just watching.

Of course it was Johnny, the most responsible of the five, that broke up the fight. Reaching into Steve’s backpack, which was sitting slumped against the leg of a pool chair, he found something he knew would get the guys’ attention- firecrackers. So before they tore each other limb from limb, he lit them up and beamed them down onto the pool deck. Under the same logic that works on dinosaurs in movies, the loud cracking and sparkling was very effective at breaking up the brawl, turning aggression to confusion. It was like when the lifeguards call adult swim, only a lifeguard would probably have a little more grace than Johnny, who unceremoniously grabbed Bam by the hair and yanked him to sit on the edge of the pool. That left the rest of the guys in the water, trying to shrug off embarrassment.

You actually had one of the other guys go grab Steve due to the fact it was hard to predict where he was at any given time: normally sleeping in a closet or on the floor somewhere, sometimes in an actual bed, and once hanging from the French cast bronze chandelier by his ankles. But wherever he was, he was in your room, now in his usual outfit consisting entirely of his too-low pants that showed off his flannel boxers. Steve crept into your room like a kid who was just called into the principal’s office and didn’t feel bad in the slightest for what he had done. “You are unbelievable…” He snickered, getting that mischievous glint in his eye as he sat down on the bed next to you, “What’s the matter? You’re gonna punish me?” He was lucky he sounded cute all waterlogged, but even though you would typically be down for that, you put your foot down. “I’m serious! I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we have rules here.” Guilt crept onto his face as you kind of lectured him. “If you keep this up, I might have to kick you out.” Usually he wouldn’t fall for this kinda thing that easily, but under the pressure of your scrutinizing gaze, Steve sighed, relenting, “Alright, I’m sorry, ma’am…But- I’ll make it up to you!”

In exchange for starting the fight, you pushed the responsibility of determining a less violent way of settling disagreements onto him, and Steve whipped up with an idea straight out of the Middle Ages. It came from, of all places, an episode of Wildboyz they filmed in Argentina, and a stunt that boiled down to him and Chris dueling each other with cattle prods. The matches would be staged in the backyard, two men to a duel, no shirts (per your request)- but instead of the winner being designated by who was still standing, it was more of a game of electrical chicken seeing who could stand getting shocked the most before they threw in the towel.

This gave you something new to watch. Going back to that Ancient Greece metaphor, it was as if you had your own personal gladiator ring, and this image was in any way dissuaded by the fact that the first time you tested it was with Chris and Ryan, who both had that sort of strong, warrior build. See, they were having a disagreement over a game of pool because Bam leapt onto the green felt of the table before either could win, and after you suggested it, both were happy to go back and forth nailing each other. The way they stood across from each other silhouetted by the setting sun made them look like cowboys preparing for a duel before Ryan made the first move, lunging at him. And as the duel raged on, they actually seemed to be enjoying this, the atmosphere turning less aggressive and more playful with every yelp or surprised laugh. Even the spectators- Johnny, Bam, Steve, and you- were all having a fun time watching this sport.

Ryan gave in, dropping his cattle prod in a sign of defeat, “Dude- dude, I’m done. Fucking Christ- that sucks.” Rushing to his side, you wrapped your arms around Chris’ shoulders and planted a kiss on his cheek as he chuckled triumphantly. Oh, he would be getting a reward from you later, both for winning and looking so good while doing it- and hell, Steve deserved one too for coming up with that plan. What a smart guy.

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Please tell me everything there is to know about Bb&Gg 🙏 I’ve been scrolling the tags but I’m desperate for more!!! Hope you’re doing well 💛

omg first of all thank you so much 💖

and second, bb&gg are the initials of babylon boy and gossamer girl. a duology i co-write with my partner @teddywriting that is titled home habitat.

if you've scrolled through the tags you've got the general idea of what it's about but here are the basics: it follows our characters theodore "theo" rayes and maría paz "maripaz" vega, who each ran away from home for different reasons. they meet on the street and the plot of book 1 (babylon boy) follows their year of homelessness and how their relationship grows and changes. it is a very "characters over plot" book as the plot is really the emotional journey mari and theo go through, dealing with matters of want and trust and companionship. i'm not saying much about book 2 (gossamer girl), just that it follows the same character > plot structure and deals with matters of family and second opportunities.

throughout babylon boy theo is dealing with a drug addiction he is vehemently denying and maripaz is dealing with problems related to shame. talking about bb&gg is difficult without just explaining the entire character arcs these two go through. they first meet when theo helps maripaz shoplift some food and he steals one of the two necklaces she was wearing, this one with an angel pendant (this is important). upon fatefully meeting again theo returns the necklace to maripaz, having felt guilty for stealing it at all, and they form an alliance to help each other survive. the relationship obviously has a rocky start, not aided by each of them dealing with their own internal problems that they make external through arguments and once even ending in a physical fight.

if categorised in the fell first/fell harder, maripaz would be fell first. problem being her backstory includes her literally having just left a neglectful boyfriend that poisoned her rose-tinted look of romance, though it didn't kill it completely as maripaz is at her core a romantic. so, when she begins to catch feelings for theo she buries them and buries them deep. this would make theo the fell harder half of the equation, as he goes through a mini arc of realising he's demisexual and maripaz has the privilege of being the first person he's ever felt romantic and sexual attraction towards.

the real progression of events is a bit hazy. teddy and i do a lot of bite-sized rps that are very call and response, very "yes, and," so whatever happens is revealed to us as it happens. the book properly is not something we've started yet as we're either too busy (teddy) or burned out (me) for it atm. we've got around... 5... ? moments decided, if you don't count the meeting at the start. one of those being the physical fight i mentioned above. said fight is whom we have to thank for home habitat existing at all, we revisited it and a story with character arcs and a whole sequel sprung out. the other scenes are the church scene, the pool scene, the halo scene, and the ending! (not explaining any of those, sorry). i always have a really hard time trying to talk about mari and theo. they are so much the result of their environment that i feel i need to explain not just them but every other character in this universe so people understand. and then you'll be stuck hearing me talking about every single character because i'm also unwell about all of them.

home habitat is a bit of a change of form for what is "base canon" for mari&theo. mari and theo's twin sister bee are usually best friends, a very "extrovert adopts introvert" situation. tge character alex moore and theo are usually best friends, it is a Thing(tm) that they are best friends, in some aus they even live together. but because of the setting of home habitat, mari and bee have never met and neither have theo and alex. in fact, alex and mari were friends in school in this version. i am a little sad people might never get to see that version of them, as these four as a Group(tm) are very dear and special to me.

but yeah, i'll leave it at that. thank you again! 💖 hope you're doing well too

[bohemian-nights]

Daemon gets bored quickly of old women lol he neglected Laena cause she has grown old lol might be bad, but the man suffers monotony, he doesn't like that and is always looking for new urges to make him feel alive. This is why he is attracted to the danger, to death, to the impossible. He's fearless of taking risks, it's danger what is thrilling him. It's actually what makes him likeable, the real reason why he's so loved by audience. He doesn't give shit about anything, he's just wild. In ep 6 his mind returned to be stucked on younger Rhaenyra, it's a cycle repeating itself. He will do the same with Rhaenyra when he'll meet Nettles. Maybe even sooner than S3 cause of Mysaria. Don't believe me, just watch.

In theory you are right, but I disagree with some of the logic.

Laena was younger than Missy Anne in the show so trading her in for an older one makes zero sense by your logic(nor does him trading in Missy Anne for Mysaria who is older).

Show!Daemon is restless because he’s unfulfilled nothing more nothing less. This is the only thing I actively dislike about him because he book!Daemon is capable of caring for people and being unselfishly devoted to them(just not the people the fandom wants him to be devoted to). He certainly doesn’t just abandon women becauae of their age or because he’s just gotten bored of them. He does give a shit. He isn’t a man built on whims, he’s calculated and ambitious.

However, the show mostly fails to take that into account and instead has turned him into a shell of his book!counterpart(which is a feat considering it’s written from a historical perspective) to prop up a certain someone who’s little more than a crazy Karen in the books because Ryan Condal, just like the rest of the fandom, doesn’t seem to understand his story due to his own biases.

The reality is that show!Daemon is a poorly-written character who is only well-liked because of Matt Smith’s performance(seriously replace Matt with someone who isn’t charismatic and I can guarantee people would not like show!Daemon nearly as much).

Now I won’t say you are wrong about the last part, but I wish people(including the showrunners and the fandom) would stop reducing Nettles to just some girl he screwed cause he wanted someone young and different. She wasn't just that to him. He cared about her. She’s his greatest light so I completely disagree with this show’s approach even though they are likely heading in that insidious direction.

[cranberrybogmummy]

Crumpy McDumpy the III origin story

How Crumpy Mcdumpy got his name.

Back in the mid nineteen sixties, in Lake Remorse, a small city on the shores of a namesake body of water, Lake Remorse in the United States.  There was a minor sorcerer whose original name is lost. He had a day job (math teacher) and had his magic as well, kept pretty busy, didn’t have much time for his family, he became the first Crumpy Mcdumpy.  How? Well, it starts with a death. His long-suffering, neglected wife, Mildred, was crossing a busy street and maybe she wasn’t looking both ways, maybe the drivers of the cars were reckless, or some say she just ran into traffic on purpose. It was tragic, but she died; they never caught the driver of the hit and run. This man and his three children, two boys and a little girl, mourned their wife and mother. Now this is where the story would end most of the time.

However, this minor sorcerer did not take the idea that his wife was dead as the end.  He knew a spell to summon the most tricksy god of all, Loki. I don’t know the particulars but I know the Eddas lied and Loki was never tied down by entrails, tortured by venom, or maybe it was something that happened in the future.

Anyhow some of the components of the spell were mistletoe and lingonberry jam.

So Loki was summoned. In this world of many gods, and pantheons, Loki hadn’t been alone when they were summoned, they showed up with grape leaves twined in their red hair and a wineskin in their hand.

“Whhaaa?” Loki blinked.

“Are you drunk?” Asked the Sorcerer.

“I was hanging out with my friend Dionysus,” Loki said. “So… yes.”

“No matter! I summoned you, I need you to let me enter your daughter Hel’s domain and get someone back,” said the sorcerer querulously.

Loki was drunkenly waving to a small child who had showed up in the doorway.

“Oh, you’re still talking,” they said.

“Not now, sweetie, Daddy’s busy,” said the sorcerer closing the door. “Should I repeat myself?”

“No, I got it, underworld, get someone back, right,” Loki repeated. “But what’s it in for me?”

“For you?” The sorcerer asked. “Well you get me and every first born son of my line as your--- you aren’t paying attention are you?”

Loki had started eating the lingonberry jam with their fingers. “Yes, right… if you manage to persuade the person to come back, you win and If you don’t I will punish you and every first born son of your line… or something.”

Loki waved jam-coated fingers, said words in a secret god tongue, and a passage opened to the underworld.

“Thank you,” the sorcerer said, rolling his eyes.

So they walked down to the world of the dead, it was dark and there was only a small orange light provided by Loki, who was hiccuping and swilling wine, down into the underworld.

“How do you know they're even here?” Loki asked. “They could be in some heaven or I dunno… some other gods’ underworld.”

“No, Mildred’s family was faithful to your gods since… well I dunno they all came from Norway in the 1870s…” said the sorcerer.

Hel, half rotted, half goth, sat on her throne and in her domain was dim light like pre-dawn. The spirits of the dead lounged and slouched around, resting from their earthly toils in the half light.

“Father,” Hel croaked in an alto monotone. “You’re drunk… why are you here?”

“Hi kiddo!” Loki hallo’d. “I brought a mortal will-worker! He wants to take someone back to the land of living, ya know bring them back to life.”

Hel sighed. “I suppose you get something out of this?”

“Yep,” Loki gave a roguish wink.

Hel said: “Then mortal, cast among the recently dead for your loved one, and see if you can win them back.”

The sorcerer called out: “Mildred, my darling wife, please come back with me.”

From the gloom stepped his wife, in the same house dress she was wearing when she was stuck by the car. She smiled faintly.

“My love!” she called. “You came for me, you braved the underworld because you love me?”

“Of course,” he said. “Also the dishes are piling up, we have no clean clothes, we’ve been living on ham sandwiches, the floors are dirty, the bathtub has a ring around it, the youngest keeps blowing her nose on everything…”

He continued to list all the chores and domestic duties that needed doing since her untimely demise: Mildred’s smile vanished, her left eye twitched, her expression, unnoticed by her husband, was hardening into a scowl.

“… and that’s why you need to come back with me, sweetie, back to the land of the living to take care of us,” the sorcerer concluded.

“No,” said Mildred.

“What?!” the Sorcerer exclaimed.

“No, do it yourself, I’m dead.” Mildred said. She flipped him off with both fingers and walked backwards into the milling crowd of spirits.

“Welp, that tears it,” Loki grinned.

Now they were back in the sorcerer’s house.

“That was rude and ungrateful,” the sorcerer sniffed.

“… yep, now you and your first sons are cursed,” Loki said.

“... wait, we are?” The sorcerer said.

“Yes by me, Loki. I henceforth… proclaim that you and every first male child of your line shall bear the name… the name… mmmm—” Loki hiccuped and grinned “— CRUMPY MCDUMPY!”

“WAA?” The sorcerer now called Crumpy McDumpy exclaimed.

“Yes, henceforth you can’t change it; it is your true name and every being that sees you and your sons will call you this, and see you as Crumpy McDumpies.” Loki belched happily. “I’m in a good mood so you got off lightly, and don’t worry: every generation will get the chance to change it… by doing stuff for me—  so tata for now!”

And Loki vanished, heading back to party with Dionysus.

So that is how the first Crumpy McDumpy gained his family name and curse.

Part 2:

[xxpeppermintxx109]

Pep!! Here (again) to tell you how incredible chap 20 was!! :') My absolute favourite part was Aemond's initial response to Shaera's collapse. Not flying into a rage or going numb or being sad but wondering how she'd act in the situation as if she wasn't the one who was injured. Trying to play make-believe as if she was gonna walk right in as a spectator. The part where he wanted to clean the blood hit me so hard I literally cried bc that resonated so much with my own experience of grieving. I think a lot of stories tend to gloss over/neglect the fact that denial is one of the first and most instinctive ways humans respond and process traumatic/sorrowful events. When I first knew that someone close to me was terminally ill, I didn't react by crying or being upset. My initial thought was about when I'd get a chance to cook with them again- which is ludicrous bc I knew deep down that would never happen anymore- but that was how I found myself dealing with the heaviness of everything. The way you wrote that part in the story truly makes me think that you know what it means to live as the characters you write- that they're real, complex individuals that live and experience things the way we do too. Love you for that!! On a separate note, Baela and Qoren really stuck out to me so much this chapter!! Baela- I LOVE HER. The way she's both the family's voice of reason and so loving of her family is amazing. Baela really shone in this chapter- what with cleaning Shaera's blood and supporting Rhaenyra and comforting Joff, this queen had A LOT on her plate. Second mother of the blacks honestly. I especially appreciate how grounded Baela is in the reality of everything that's happening, while Shaemond are fools in love and all. But obviously the backdrop of their relationship is immensely tense and political, and I think Baela provides that timely reminder. Also Qoren omfg, I've always been neutral towards him but I loved him in this chapter??!!?? The way he managed the whole poisoning fiasco and the realisation of what it was that Shaera drank AND how he still cares so deeply about her in spite of what he knows. Honestly if Shaera's not gonna husband him up, I AM. Qoren x ayalou truther now!!! Also I think the manner in which you've laid out the relationships between the blacks and the greens in this fic is so intricate. And it really came to the forefront this chapter. A regret I've always had after reading f&b is that there wasn't much room given to exploring the complexity of the relationships between both parties. It was pretty clear they hated each other, yes, but there wasn't the same kind of tension and layeredness to it as GLBH imo. Anyway I can't believe I've written a whole essay in your asks AGAIN (when I struggle with writing 1-paragraph long discussion posts for school lol)- sorry if I was rambling!! TLDR: I love you + your work so much and cried multiple times reading this chapter. Sending you warm hugs!! <3

AHHH HI AYA! THANK U FOR THIS DEVASTATINGLY KIND ASK!! I’ve been wanting to post a little something but I like to give people like 5 ish days before I post anything about the chapter, so I hope that’s okay!!

THE DENIAL!! While Aemond is certainly the most rash out of all of them (in my opinion cause of his actions in f&b and even a little in hotd), I think there’s a certain hesitance. And denial! Because why would anyone think that Shaera of all people has been poisoned? Shaera mf Velaryon?? The girl who literally could not even hurt a fly?? There’s also a realization that the girl he very much is infatuated with is doing something she should not be (bleeding) and that’s fucking horrifying. He knows blood bothers her and he knows that he would do anything to keep her from bleeding if it meant she was comfortable, but he can’t do that, and I think that makes him go error 404 for a moment, and even then that denial carries over to when he finds out about the betrothals. Now he’s agitated and clearly ready to snap (and he does a little), but when he hears about the marriages, he has to shut down again before he does something bad and there’s something dangerous about him rn. He’s not acting poised—save for when he goes to Shaera’s bedside, but even then, he’s brought to tears even if he doesn’t realize it—and that’s not the Aemond that Alicent (and Criston) raised, and only his siblings are realizing that.

I’m so glad you loved Baela and Qoren this chapter!! They’re some of my favorite characters to write! Baela truly is the voice of reason and she cares so much about keeping everyone safe and happy, even if that means risking the short-term happiness here and there. She truly thinks like the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and she’s certainly the best of Daemon and Laena, and that’s why I love her so fucking much (even if people are upset she’s not team shaemond LMAO—Guys it’s for a good reason!!). And Qoren!! My dilf. My king. My baby girl. Qoren certainly has his jealous moments prior to this chapter but there’s a certain smugness about him. A security. He knows that he has Shaera’s hand secured and at this moment in time, he could care less who she’s fucking (though he certainly has his suspicions and it’s not a happy thought) because that’s not what matters. This isn’t the right time for him to get jealous (or at all) and he understands that because he’s older, more mature, and has many more life experiences than some people sksksksk. His goal isn’t even to save Shaera cause he wants to marry her but because she deserves to be saved. She deserves to live, and Qoren will not see another woman die unnecessarily if he can help it (and he can certainly help it this time, whereas with his wife, he couldn’t.)

I’m so glad the relationships are landing. That means so much to mean cause I spend so much time on making sure I build them as organically as possible. They take a lot of time, but I always feel so pleased with how they turn out with each chapter and I’m so happy that people love them all just as much as I do.

Thank u so very much for this lovely comment aya. I loved it and I hope this response ,does it justice <3

-p

[caitlinluvsmanga]

Interview with the Vampire Episode 5 Thoughts....

I have....thoughts... Spoiler free it was an emotional rollarcoaster and I am literally crying having followed this show since it came out. 

If you don’t want SPOILERS stop here

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What the fuck?! I am goddamn sobbing! OH MY GOD. Ok, let me address piece by piece. Lets go character by character before I make my thoughts clear. 

Claudia: young girl who is literally stuck that way and since the beginning of being turned as easily taken toward being cruel. I adore her. I don’t blame her feelings about her eternal life. She is stuck as being a little girl - in this case 14 - forever. She hates this and takes it out through killing others and then runs away. 

- I did laugh my ass off at her drunk ass getting them searched by the police because she didn’t think burying people in a goddamn swamp in a place under sea level was going to be a problem. *i’m from GA so it cracks me up* 

Louis: My sweet fucking man you are LITERALLY KILLING ME! He loves his daughter so much. That’s who she is to him. I’ve known people whose daughters would run away or die and they fall apart and he blames Lestat (WHICH I WILL GET TO IN A MINUTE) but part of it is his blame. He begged Lestat to turn her because of guilt. Every stupid move he has made he has done out of guilt or self-hatred. He lost his brother so he broke down and gave into Lestat and blames Lestat for all of his problems. He is not in the wrong for this, but its a powder keg that just went off. 

Lestat: YOU BITCH! I both hate you and love your character at the same time. You are a stalker, an emotional manipulator, possessive, and you scream abusive relationship. BUT here’s the thing. I honestly believe he loves Louis. IN his own fucked up way! That does not mean he is doing it right and isn’t a monster, because he is. He wants so desperately to be loved. Throughout the episode when they are confined he wants to be with his companion, the one he chose, but Louis wants their daughter. I’ve read the novels I know Lestat’s story he wants to be loved but does no way of accomplishing that goal. I’m pissed about what he did, but at the same time I understood his frame of mind. 

Lestat literally hung in the air begging Louis to tell him he was unloved to make it easier on him. He tried telling him multiple times since Claudia he felt neglected. His voice and emotions he was holding Louis so close before he dropped him and even then he was so upset. NOT THAT ITS RIGHT. 

This episode killed me emotionally because it was fucking beautiful! You have the emotions of Claudia and everything that is happening to her then the downfall once again of Lestat and Louis. THEN the fucking Grace scene! OH MY GOD MY HEART! And the fact she knew he was a monster, but could not cope so she gave him a grave and Claudia watched it and for the first time felt empathy for Louis. She realized Louis suffers. The realization that a parental figure suffers is horrible. When the fight happens, Lestat went overboard, but at the same time what made him so sympathetic is when it slowed down and he was telling Louis “I can’t hold myself back. You should stop.” Then the moment of calm as Louis tells Claudia that its over. You don’t see them and its terrifying. I can imagine Lestat was fucking sick of hearing about her. This whole episode was an emotional rollarcoaster! Oh my GOD!

End of rant. 

I need to lay down. 

[wokesoul999]

healing my trauma : part one

I used to be just a little girl with high hopes for myself once I became older. I couldn't wait to grow up so I could get away from my not so awesome home life and all the people who never really appreciated me or even really gave a shit about me and my well being to begin with. Those people consisted of my "family". I had friends I went to school with growing up that had great home lives with both parents and got everything they ever wanted because money was never an issue. I also had friends that grew up in the same neighborhood's I did that had very similar lives to mine. I grew up with an Opioid addicted mother and a step father that did not help my mom with her addiction, just made it so much worse. Other than my mom being married to my step dad she had different men come in and out the home every couple months. Sometimes she landed a boyfriend for a couple years but never longer than 3+ years. The men she dated was always the same. Barley holding a job or no job at all, did drugs or sold drugs or both. They were all wanna-bee white "thugs". Knowing damn well they couldn't last a day in a real Gantsa's life style. They all had "mommy" issues which isn't a shocker considering my mom had "mommy" issues too. Every single one of those men put their hands on her. Yelling and watching things fly across the room or hallway was the norm for me. Hearing all the bad things you do but never the good was the norm for me. I was a child being brought up in a home with no hope, no promise, no positivity and damn sure no love. The closest thing I ever got to "Love" was when my mom was loaded up on pain killers and gave me love every once in a blue moon when she felt like being motherly. I never made good grades throughout school, my mom was even a school teacher and I was failing every subject.. that's wild.

At a young age I always got very easily irritated and through a fit if something wasn't done the way I thought was correct. I remember being very emotional as a child not really understanding how to handle all the emotions I was feeling. I often asked "why me" as a child. I hated my life. I never understand how I could be delt such a shitty life. All I craved was happiness and peace and love growing up.

I have always loved hard and always saw the good in people no matter how many times they showed me the bad in them. I always gave people chance after chance. I never understood how I could give my all to the people I cared about but I was never enough. Every single person I've ever loved has left me. I ended up developing Abandonment Issues at a very young age because of everyone leaving me even though I loved them uncordially no matter how messed up they were.

I was S/A by my Grandma's second Husband. I was just a toddler when it started and it finally ended when I spoke to a friend about it at the age of 10 ,she was immediately concerned and told her mom about it. Her mom called the police and they picked me up that night. I was placed in Foster Care shortly after. They placed me in Foster Care due to being "Neglected" and "Abandoned" not once in the report did it mention S/A. I never was asked any questions by the police when I was taken from my grandmothers home. I had some therapy sessions about it , I went to 5 different offices that had this picture of a girl body (pg. rated) and they would ask me where I was touched and would want me to go into full detail about what took place. I repeated the story to so many professionals it started to get draining and I had to re-live it in my head every time. I realized quickly that these people keep asking me about a situation that they are going to do nothing about. I was just wasting my breathe explaining my traumatic experience to people that really didn't give a fuck. I never really gave a fuck until I was older. I grew anger at the fact that nothing happened to that man for doing what he did to me. How is it fair that I end up stuck with the trauma that comes from being S/A and the man that did it got to continue to sit in his musty ass chair and live his distrusting life with my grandmother that thought I was lying about the whole thing.

I've been misunderstood my whole life. I always heard something like..

"She is just a trouble making child."

"That little girl doesn't respect anyone."

"She is nothing but a liar."

"You were such a bad child."

"You never listened."

I was such a "troubled" child because I endured so much Trauma it developed into BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) I didn't become aware of it until I was 22 years old. I realized their was something wrong with me upstairs. It was more than just my shitty basic child hood or how I was never taught to express my emotions. I was always told to "suck it up" , "stop crying before I give you something to cry about." I never was able to feel what I needed to feel. I had to suck it up and hold my emptions in. I always had to be someone I never really was. I was a bad child because I craved Love, Affection and Appraisal. I saw that I got attention when I did bad things, even if it was not the attention I was seeking, at least I was getting something.

Today I am an adult who struggles with my emotions and expressing why I feel the way I feel. I don't trust anyone, because everyone always leaves. I struggle with not feeling good enough for anyone and then somedays I feel as if I'm too damaged for anyone to want me anyways. I come with a lot of baggage. I know this. I'm at a point in my life that I am completely aware of how I am and why I am the way I am, and yet that doesn't help me at all. I struggle everyday with who I am and my identity. I'm a mom of 3 young children. I don't want to mess them up because of my Trauma. I try everyday to make sure they don't go through anything I went through as a Child. Yeah I think I'm doing Okay with making sure I raise decent happy humans. I'm proud of the mom I've become. I learned at a young age what type of mom I wanted to be just by watching how my mother was. I never wanted to be anything like her. I would be a greater mother to my children than she ever was to me.

to be continued...

[doeflowerchild]

To The Man Who Could Never Understand,

I need to talk to you, but at this point, I’ve no clue how actually to approach you anymore. It is more complex than in the old days and I didn’t know that was possible. I need to get this off my chest though because I think I may drown if I don't. Still unsure if I will ever send this, I want to preface this by saying I love you. It is not my intention to fight or to stir negative feelings from this. I am merely writing in hopes to gain a fresh perspective and learn to move forward.

I am so angry. It is a white-hot rage that invades my life and gets in the way of anything good. Relationships, jobs, school, self-image even. It causes me to hate myself more than anyone for anything they have ever done to me. Constantly I feel this pent-up rage, and occasionally it can crawl its way up and out my throat in a loud, hostile, aggressive wave. It is a vicious, mean monster that bears its teeth and snaps when you question it.

I’ve come to figure out though, that this is not my anger to harbor. It is not my monster. I look in the eyes of this monster and I no longer see myself, I am looking at you. I am staring at the same eyes and am made cold when I realize that you and I have the same glare. The same stare that made my blood become ice. Out of all the things we share, why must it be a glare? Looking at the monster always ends the same. Me, crumpled to the floor, bloody, bruised, and broken. Stuck in a loop, watching the way that you berate me and scream at me until I finally break down crying begging you to stop.

Sometimes this would take hours because you had me trained. If I broke composure too fast it somehow always got worse. If it took too long you punished me. You blame my mother for everything as if you weren’t the one to lay down with her. As if you were not the one who abandoned me. And yes, I know the truth. I know that you were there when the pregnancy test came back positive. You left.

Then you come gallivanting in like you’re some knight on a white horse there to save the princess. They told me you would keep me safe. You’d be different. You were supposed to protect and love me. Instead the horror story of my life continued. Just because you weren’t drugged out does not mean you were a better parent. If I’m being honest, Lacey was nicer to me. You think you were some great being who came to the rescue and saved some poor little girl from the clutches of evil.

Only living with you, through me more into the abyss. Don’t get me wrong, to a degree I would have been worse off staying in Kingston. I understand, but that is not my point. My point is, you neglect to acknowledge your wrong doings and just how horribly you have affected me and my mental health. I honestly think the only way to reconcile between us is if you take what I say to heart.

You traumatized me Dad. You’re the reason I want to kill myself. You’re the reason I left. You’re the reason I’m afraid of literally any man because I never know when they may snap. You’re the reason I look for validation from outside sources, in specific older men. You’re the reason my self esteem and self confidence never grew, and if you read psychology textbooks books they’ll tell you it was when I was with you that I was supposed to develop traits like these and my social skills. All of which are severely damaged at this point in time.

I don’t think I’m capable, or beautiful. I don’t think I’m worthy or good. I believe I am fundamentally flawed and it is your voice I hear telling me this.

Sincerely,

The child you never wanted.

[babyjakes]

forever and a day | 15. captain's instinct.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). mature themes related to child abuse/neglect. mentions/descriptions of past CSA and CSM. medical abuse and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.somewhat evil!Tony Stark (eventually)

[Steve]

“Guess who’s back,” I hear a familiar female voice call from across the room, prompting me to look up from my sketchbook just in time to see Natasha and Clint entering in from the elevator. They’ve been gone for a little bit on a side mission, and while I’ve gotten used to everyone coming and going, it’s always a relief when friends return home unharmed. Looking up from her spot next to me as well, Girl stiffens at first, but relaxes at the sight of Natasha.

“Hey, how was France?” I ask, flipping the cover of my sketchbook closed.

“Not as romantic as we were hoping,” Clint jokes, removing his backpack and placing it onto the ground.

“Well, we weren’t exactly assigned to Paris, so I don’t really know what you were expecting,” his partner shoots back as she makes her way over to the living space. Clint heads straight for the kitchen as soon as he’s unloaded, behavior that’s not uncommon of him post-mission.

“How have you two been?” Nat asks softly as she takes a seat on the coffee table in front of us, her demeanor noticeably softening to hopefully ease the child at my side.

“We’ve been good,” I tell my friend, “Girl’s pretty much off her drip, which is great. She’s been having lots of ‘juice, and some other soft foods, too. She even had some applesauce earlier this morning. Bruce whipped some up, homemade; there’re leftovers in the fridge if you’re interested.”

“Mmm, that sounds delicious,” Nat smiles, turning slightly to face Girl head-on. “You’re looking much stronger than the last time I saw you, sweetheart. I’m glad you’re recovering so well,” she says sincerely. Girl nods, a 'thanks’ written in her eyes. “I hope being stuck with all the guys hasn’t been too much trouble for you,” she adds mischievously. “Good thing Wanda was around. Otherwise, I don’t think I would’ve been able to leave- at least, not in good conscience.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” I play along, faking a hurt expression. “We made it just fine, thank you very much.”

“The dishes piled up in the sink would suggest otherwise!” Clint interjects from across the room. I turn and stick out my tongue at him, then at Nat, causing Girl to giggle a little bit beside me. Smiling myself, I’m sure to pause and cherish the sound of the child’s soft laughs. It’s moments like this that make it all worth it. All of the challenges we face with her, they don’t mean anything at the end of the day, not when we’re able to see her like this.

“I am not doing those,” Natasha declares. “I vote it’s Stark’s turn.”

“Fine with me,” I agree with her.

“Three votes make it official!” Clint exclaims.

“Sorry, what? I heard my name, and then something about dishes,” a semi-annoyed voice calls from down the hallway. Before any of us can think of a reply, the scientist himself appears in the archway, crossing his arms. Girl tenses at his arrival.

“Then you must’ve heard me, too, when I said that three votes have sealed your fate,” Clint banters back, making his way over to an armchair by Nat, a sandwich on a plate in his hands.

“Three votes? What’s the math behind that? There are nine of us living up here now. Thirty-three percent is a failing grade, you know,” Tony fires back.

“Yeah, wouldn’t you know,” Nat scoffs.

“Good one. Be meaner next time,” I tell her, Stark’s voice soon rising above my own.

“Excuse me, but I think you’re forgetting that you’re talking to a genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist. Notice the first word in that title? I can say it again for you if you want.”

Before he can repeat it, the elevator sounds once again and Bruce appears on the floor. Honestly, it’s a rare sight to be seen, so many of us out like this at a single moment in time.

“Bruce’ll be on our side,” Clint quickly says, “there’s no way he won’t be.”

“Oh no,” the doctor moans, “what did I walk into?” I chuckle and Nat smirks at Bruce as he makes his way over to a chair next to Clint, slumping down in anticipation as to what he’ll be 'on our side’ for.

“We’re voting that Tony does the dishes. Right now it’s Cap, Nat, and me, against the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist, himself,” Clint explains.

“Thank you, thank you very much,” Tony says from his stance in the entrance to the hallway, “I didn’t even have to say it again.”

“Yeah, I’m with these guys,” Bruce concedes, motioning to the group of us gathered to face off Tony. The man sighs, clearly disappointed that his science buddy wouldn’t even stick up for him.

“Fine, that’s four out of nine, but who’re you gonna grab for your fifth? Wanda’s out with her friends. Thor’s on an actual other planet at the moment. And you’re all idiots if you think you’re gonna turn Peter against me.”

Bruce turns his attention to Girl, as do I, and suddenly, I notice that she’s shaking. Maybe because of all the people gathered at once, or maybe because she’s realized that the petty vote has come down to her? Unfortunately, before I can say anything to shift the conversation in a new direction, Tony decides to open his stupid mouth again.

“Well, Girl, guess that leaves it up to you,” he declares, his voice mocking intensity, which is a bad, bad move, given the fact that Girl has little to no concept of communication styles and most likely thinks there’s actual pressure on her to come up with an answer.

“Tony, enough,” Clint scolds quietly, everyone falling silent as all eyes turn to the quivering little girl beside me. Girl’s bottom lip wobbles as she looks up at all of us, clearly not knowing what to say or do. When I reach out a gentle hand to her, she flinches, her arms flying up instinctively to shield her face.

A collective look of pity spreads across the room, my eyebrows raising in sympathy as I speak gently to the child, “You’re okay, Girl. I’m not gonna hurt you. I was just gonna see if you wanted to go somewhere a little quieter.” The small girl lowers her arms warily, not saying anything, but the look in her eyes does all the talking for her; she’s desperate for an escape from this overwhelming situation.

As I rise to my feet, Girl cowers beneath me, but I just offer her a warm smile, extending my hand for her to take. She does so carefully, wincing slightly when her skin first comes in contact with mine. Without another word, I guide her to the hallway. Tony steps out of the way, a look of total guilt washed over his face.

As I lead Girl down the hallway, making sure to walk at a pace that she can keep up with, I hear footsteps following behind us. I stop and turn to see Natasha standing a few feet away. “Hey Cap,” she says softly, so as not to startle the little one, who’s tucked herself away slightly behind my legs. “I just noticed you guys haven’t given Girl a bath yet. You should probably use the tub, not the shower, but I just thought I’d remind you.”

“Oh, you’re right,” I nod, feeling slightly foolish for not thinking of it sooner. I guess it is good to have the girls around to remind us of the more obvious stuff that we tend to forget. “Thanks, Nat.” The spy nods, giving both of us a smile before turning around and heading the other way.

“Bath?” Girl asks quietly as we finish walking to her room, her “th” at the end of the word coming out as an “f.” Once we’ve walked through the door, I turn back and close it behind us, slightly alarmed that the child’s never heard of such a thing.

“Yeah, have you not had one before?” I ask carefully. She shakes her head, looking just as anxious as I’m feeling, as if maybe she’ll be in trouble for admitting it. I walk over and sit on her bed, watching as the little girl follows, looking a bit lost as to whether or not she can join me. When I pat the space next to me, she climbs up beside me, still seeming unsure. “It’s just where you sit in the bathtub and get clean. There’s one in your bathroom.” Girl tilts her head, maybe not quite understanding. “Here, I can show you,” I say, standing up and walking over to the bathroom.

As I turn back to look at the girl, she returns my gaze warily, unmoving on the bed as uncertainty and fear shine visibly in her eyes.

“It’s okay, doll. It’s not scary,” I promise her sincerely.

Taking a deep breath, the child nods. “Not scary,” she repeats back, slowly rising to her feet and making her way over to me.

Once the door is open and the light is on, I point to the bathtub from where we’re standing in the doorway together. “That’s the bathtub,” I explain. “You fill it with water and sit in it. There’s soap, too, for your body. And shampoo, which is for your hair. I think the stuff we have in here smells like apples.”

Girl looks over at the tub, not seeming to be too convinced in regards to the safety of the current situation. “In- in there? Can’t swim,” she says meekly, her gaze dropping to the floor. I chuckle at her innocence, kneeling down so that we’re at an even level.

“There’s no swimming involved, pumpkin. You just sit in the water; it’ll only come up to your armpits, probably a little lower than that.” She continues looking downward, and a question pops into my mind. “Hey, Girl,” I begin carefully. “How did they clean you off?” Looking at her now, it’s clear that it’s been a little while since she was last washed properly, the biggest sign being that her hair is quite tangled and almost matted down. But she in no way looks like a child who’s never been bathed.

“Cold room w-with… a hose,” Girl says quietly, flinching as soon as the words leave her mouth. She looks over at the tub again, appearing to be searching for any signs of danger. “N-no hose?”

“No, hey, of course not,” I assure her quickly, anger burning in my chest towards the heartless people who would dare hose down the innocent child.

“Hurts, please- n-no,” she begs, tears building in her emerald eyes as she takes a shaky step back. “S-so cold, w-wait, please-”

“Hey, hey,” I murmur, reaching out and running a soothing hand over the small girl’s shoulder in attempts to calm her. Girl flinches back harshly at the gesture, cowering against the door that’s swung open behind her as her breathing becomes unsteady.

“P-please, too cold, hurts- w-wait,” the child rambles, big salty tears beginning to roll down her rosy cheeks.

“Oh sweetheart,” I coo gently, so incredibly saddened by her worries. As gently as I can, I bring my hand up to the little girl’s face, carefully wiping away her tears with my thumb. Whimpering in fear, Girl looks up at me, and at the sight of her trembling bottom lip, I can’t stop myself from instinctively pulling her into a hug, swaying her back and forth like always as I shush her softly, “Shh-shh shh, it’s okay, doll. There’s no hose here; nobody’s gonna hurt you, darlin’. I won’t ever let them hurt you again.”

After a few more minutes of murmuring comforting words and holding her close to me, Girl’s finally able to somewhat settle down, her tears slowing as she looks up at me again, her eyes wide with a question lingering in her gaze.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” I ask gently, tucking a few stray hairs behind her ear.

“Why… why d'you always do that?” Girl responds curiously, her voice so quiet it’s nearly a whisper.

“Do what,” I wonder, “hold you and comfort you?” The child nods. Scenes from days prior flash in my mind of the conversations we’ve had about parents and holding and love, all seeming like they must be on the little girl’s mind as well, if she’s thought to ask such a question.

I take a deep breath, not sure how to proceed. The last thing I want is for Girl to feel like I’m forcing myself onto her as a parent; I want her to be able to come to the decision to accept me as one by herself. But at the same time, I don’t know if she would ever have the courage to talk about it openly with me. If we’re really venturing into the territory I think we are, I have to say, this is not how I expected this conversation to go. “Well, it’s just my instinct to, I guess,” I admit. “It breaks my heart when you become upset or afraid, and as soon as I see it, I just want to hold you until it’s all better. I…” I look into the child’s eyes, trying to get the sincerity of my words to register with her. “I care about you a lot, sweetheart. More than I know how to put into words right now. And I just want to give you that, all of the- the love and comfort you were never given.”

Girl looks back at me, and I know the look in her eyes. It’s that same sad, hopeless longing I’ve seen so many times before. And I just want to say to her: 'Please, say it. I know what you want. Of course I’ll take care of you and look after you. Of course I’ll be the parent you never had.’

But I stop myself. I don’t want to push her before she’s ready. I don’t want to scare her or make her feel like she doesn’t have a choice. So I have to stop myself. The smartest thing to do would probably be to wait until she’s able to say it, herself.

“Like a mo-” Girl starts to ask, but she quickly stops herself, flinching back as her whole body begins shaking again. “W-wait- Girl’s sorry- she- sh-she- wait,” the poor thing sputters, a whole nother round of tears collecting in her eyes as I pull her into my arms once more, resuming a gentle swaying motion as I run my hand over her hair.

“Hey, shhh. It’s okay Don’t be sorry,” I encourage her, but I can sense by her returning wave of panic that there’s no use pressing the matter further at this point. “You’re okay, sweetheart. It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about that yet; we can wait 'til whenever you’re ready.”

Sighing in relief when the girl’s sobs once again begin to settle, I pull back carefully, offering her a gentle smile as her eyes meet mine. “There you go; you’re okay, bug. Now, what d'you say we try out that bath?”

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Fic Recs (under 300 edition)

So I wanted to get back to reading Swan Queen fic regularly, and I asked people to rec longfic that they'd read (not written) and loved that had fewer than 300 kudos! I haven’t read most of these, but I’ve collected them here so y’all can go through the list and discover some new fics with me! Please try to kudos and review every fic that you read! It means the world to the writers and will keep em writing, and then we all win. 😁

Atonement by SgtMac (M): With Regina's magical heart failing thanks to years of previous evil, Emma and Regina and Henry (and Granny!) set out to save her life by traveling to the Enchanted Forest and requesting help from ancient magical beings known as the Guardians. Given a mission as simple as it is impossible - to achieve atonement by creating peace - the ladies find themselves joining a rebellion and fighting for the very soul of the Enchanted Forest all while trying to help Regina to understand that the self-loathing and guilt which have driven most of her actions don't have to doom her chance for a new beginning or even, a chance to live and love again. A S4(ish) SQ love story set against the turmoil of war and the chaotic savagery of the old world.

Blood and Sand by cheshire6845 (E): A/U The Savior is a slave forced into the role of fighting as a gladiator for the House of Hearts. The odds are against her survival as she will have to win in the arena, navigate Cora's schemes, outlast a general's vengeance, and not be killed out of spite by the current House of Hearts Champion - Regina the Undefeated. This story follows the major plot points of Starz Spartacus with some twists along the way.

But what if there was no time by KizuRai (M): When she wakes up, it's dark. She can't move, she can't see, she can't feel and she can't hear. Where am I? She feels a forceful oppression, pressing her down, draining her of her energy and she's powerless to stop it. How did I get here? The question of here is relative, she's not even sure where here is. What happened? There must be some reason for being stuck here but her memory is fuzzy, like all her thoughts are being sifted through a filter. Who am I? She's not sure if she actually exists or she suddenly became sentient in the darkness.She hears a voice reverberating in the distance, it's distorted and quiet but she hears it all the same. It breaks the monotony of the silence. Someone's coming for her, they will get her out. She's just not sure she wants them to as the price might be too great.

Finding Home by evl_rgl (T): “I wanted to remember you so badly that I pulled back your cursed town just so that the memories would make sense. I needed you so badly that even when I had no memory of you, I still tried to find you.” Regina gave Emma and Henry memories of a happy life together before they fled Pan’s curse, leaving them with no memories of their lives in Storybrooke. However, when the memory spell shows signs of failing, threatening to rip apart the minds of both Emma and Henry, Regina makes a drastic choice to go back and fix it, understanding that it will mean living alone in a world where her son doesn’t know her. Was the spell really faulty, though? (swanqueen)

Five Flames by MariaComet (U): In the past, Emma Nolan disconnected from her peers in high school, preferring to keep to herself. In her sophomore year of high school, she decided to try and join the boy’s wrestling team because she was bored. She didn’t expect herself to become the champion of the most bullied kid in school or the secret best friend of the school queen. She also didn’t expect to join a club that would change her life. In the present, Emma is trying to cope with a humiliating loss in her martial arts career. She claims to be “training” but is stuck in limbo between wanting to retire and try again. She is isolated from her former best friend, Regina Mills, a local celebrity chef and the rest of her old friends. When one of them calls her with an idea to honor their deceased teacher, she is confronted with unresolved feelings and questions about how powerful love truly is.

A Glamour of Truth by PrincessCharming (T): After 2x10, Regina uses magic to show Emma the obvious truth. A tentative trust forms between them amid hilarious bickering. With Emma's help, Regina struggles to regain a place in her son's life... until Cora arrives, wanting her daughter back. Pieces of Regina's past emerge showing that the board was set long before the game started. The final battle begins soon.

His Dark Materials 'verse by MoonlitMidnight (M): A modern Alternate Universe in which Dæmons (the external physical manifestation of a person's 'inner self' that takes the form of an animal) are present. In which Emma and Regina have led slightly different lives and they make slightly different choices.

How Many Miles to Avalon? (WIP) by RavenOutlander (E): Regina would do anything to save Emma from the darkness and bring her back home safe and sound. Even put up with the two idiots, Captain Guyliner and a bunch of dwarves she decidedly wanted to drop off at the nearest exit. But in their search for Emma, they find that she might not need that much saving after all. Caught up in a search for the infamous Philosopher Stone, an all out war between DunBroch and Camelot, and ghosts from the past to haunt her every waking moment, Regina finds herself scrambling to keep her and her family's happy endings from falling apart.

The Hyperion by FrankenSpine (M): After wishing upon what she believes is a shooting star, Emma Swan finds herself aboard the Hyperion, the royal starship of an alien Queen from a faraway galaxy. She quickly learns of the tensions between the Queen's people and her own, but the Queen takes an interest in her and agrees to take her away from Earth forever. Adventure awaits. *(Loosely based on Guardians of the Galaxy with just a hint of Farscape)*

If Wishes Came True (It Would've Been You) by Angeii_K (M): After Regina films a guest appearance on her friend Neal’s popular show, he invites her to spend the weekend with him and his girlfriend. What she never expected was to actually like the woman. Sparks fly between the two, which results in them questioning everything and making choices they will later regret. 4 years later, they meet again in the most unexpected of ways. Now co-stars on the same show, they are forced to work through the emotions from their last encounter. What will happen next? Only time will tell.

The King Doesn’t Have To Know (WIP) by highheelsandchocolate (M): The White Knight had never seen anyone like her before: the Queen was nothing short of mesmerizing. Her possessive yet neglectful husband, however, was another thing entirely.

The Lich by Dangereaux (M): Gay disaster Emma, exasperated Regina, and a monster. A Halloween special.

Maybe if We Close Our Eyes we Can Reach the Stars by wellthizizdeprezzing (T): Emma is a lonely astronaut. Regina is an adventuring alien. Their paths cross leading them onto a journey of new discovery. Between galaxies and many miles of cold black space, despite not speaking the same language, they manage to fall for each other. An out of this world love story.

A prisoner long forgotten by sugarsweet_19 (M): ‘I wish I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood and as black as the wood of the window-frame. Soon after she had a little girl, who was as white as snow, with lips as red as blood and with her hair as black as the ebony of the window-frame. She was therefore called Snow-white.” This is how our story starts but how will it end?The evil queen as been locked up in a tower and forgotten that is until princess Emma looks for a place to hid from her parents after they tell her she has to marry Neal the son of the dark one.

Revenge of the Three Little Pigs by mskyo (M): Regina and Emma find themselves alone and looking for the rest of their party. The Evil Queen must face the consequences of her past actions. Will Emma come to her aid, or understand that justice must be served... *Some chapters have fairly graphic sex, and violence*

Things I Almost Remember by cheshire6845 (T): A/U Despite an oncoming war between the Dark and the Light, Emma and Regina are best friends growing up in the Enchanted Forest. When war does come, they find themselves on opposite sides. Regina will have to defy her mother to save Emma. Will Emma be able to save Regina when Cora curses her daughter to live in the Land without Magic?

What We Make (WIP) by DiazTuna (M): “My mother.” He says calmly. He’d known all along, she’s aware. But he’d known that today would be the day that would get this going. She wants to ask what it was like, to have woken up this morning, laced up his boots and walked into hell just knowing. “It’s programmed the cyborg to kill her. Before I have a chance to be born.” -In which the leader of the future sends his best soldier back to the past to save his mother from a killer cyborg. Terminator AU.

The Wrong Way by pcworth (M): Takes place right after Zelena steals Regina's heart. Zelena offers Regina a chance to go back in time with her and change both of their lives for the better. But what will be the price of that decision. Slow-burn to SwanQueen

zombie trash by 13pens (T): Zelena could have her brain and eat it, too. Fic operates on three premises 1. this takes place in any universe where zelena is a reformed asshole 2. zombies are a thing and exist iZombie style 3. i have NO chill