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stealforreal · 3 years ago

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Mommy dearest

What would happen if reader stumbled across some kids and didn't look the other way. An AU where reader stubbles across Tenko Shimura and adopts him, giving him a loving childhood. An AU which throws more than one distressed child into the arms of our reader. Their new Mommy dearest.

Warnings: maybe slight tw! mentions of blood and abuse

Type: Fluff and a smidge of angst

01 Shimura Tenko

At age three, you entered the system. Your parents decided they were better off on their own and only really had you to keep their crumbling relationship from collapsing. But it was too late, and so you entered the foster system. Because of your kind nature and healing quirk, a rare one that could stimulate healing as long as you had eaten some fruit beforehand. You had grown up in many different families, passed along like a game of hot potato once they realized your morals were strong and they couldn’t exploit you like they had hoped.

Because of that you had long sworn off relationships, and consequently children. Adoption was an option of course, but you were still young and no children had clicked with you as of yet.

Maybe someday I’ll meet the perfect child for me. It hadn’t even been a few minutes since the thought had crossed your mind when you spotted a child in the street. It was your day off, so you had decided to get some shopping done. Your heart shattered as you took in the appearance of the child, he was covered in filth and what looked like dried blood. Hesitantly you took a few steps toward the child, he was shivering and doubled over in what could quite possibly be pain if his condition was anything to go on.

“Are you okay?” the soft voice scared him. Tenko had been on the streets for maybe 1 and a half weeks since his family had died by his hands, he’d never play with Mon again, never see his sister Hana or his mom. He would never be hurt by his dad again. But even if his father was bad, it was still better than being on the street. People had walked past him, once an elderly man had approached him but when he turned around the man had changed his expression and left with a don’t worry the heroes will help you. But the heroes hadn’t come and helped him, he had seen them yes but they had chased after a villain instead of helping a rough looking kid. He’d been ignored up until now, and was losing hope that the heroes would help him.

So when a soft and kind sounding voice had asked him if he was okay all he could do was look up at the person who had spoken. Before him stood a young woman, she couldn’t be older than 25 and was looking at him so compassionately that he stopped breathing for a second. He reacted again when she slowly reached out a hand towards him. “n-no, don’t tou-touch me I'll-just hurt you” he squeaked out, his voice hurt and his stomach grumbled shortly after. He crouched over in pain, sure she was gone by now.

Tenko jumped out of his skin when she sat down next to him instead, and handed him a sandwich. Slowly he looked up to see the woman frowning at him, great job Tenko now she’s going to be mad, he couldn't suppress the whimper that followed. “ Here please eat this, then we can talk after” the woman said as she handed him the sandwich. Tenko was confused, “y-you’re, not go-going to leave me?” he asked.

That just broke your shattered heart even more, instead of saying anything you simply shook your head and watched as he took the sandwich with shaky hands. You took note that he was careful to not fully touch you with all five fingers, you stored that information and watched as he practically swallowed the entire thing in one bite. “ Do you feel better now?” he looked up at you with those shining ruby eyes of his, that looked just a tiny bit more hopeful than before. He lightly nodded, and the amount of dust that came from his head in that one move was a testimony to how long he had been alone.

“Can you tell me your name, honey?” you smiled at him to ease his nerves. He looked startled as if he didn’t believe his eyes and that you still stayed. “S-shimura T-tenko” His voice was barely above a whisper, yet you could still hear the distinct rasp that comes with dehydration. “ It’s nice to meet you Tenko, my name is y/n. How old are you Tenko” He reminded you of a shaking chihuahua, but you noticed that the more you asked him the more hope returned to his eyes. “f-five” his little voice answered. You took a deep breath before asking THE question “Where are your parents?” he looked so haunted as soon as the question left your lips.

Tears were building in his eyes, before he began sobbing “ D-d-dead, I ki-killed them. I didn’t mean to, it was an accident” he was telling you to the best of his abilities between his sobs, and you were absolutely unsure of how to comfort him. He had flinched the first time you reached a hand out to him. But your instincts were going haywire telling you to help the distressed child. Slowly you reached a hand out to pat his head, going slow so he could shy away if it made him scared or uncomfortable.

“It’s okay honey, accidents happen. It wasn’t your fault” The hand had finally landed at its destination, slowly rubbing comforting circles at his nape with some of your fingers. The tender hand that had touched his head had startled Tenko, the touch was gentle,caring almost longing to comfort him. Slowly the walls he had built up over the last week and a half, his admiration for heroes gone, but he didn’t need them, not when there was a lady right next to him ready to comfort him. The tears built up in Tenko’s eyes, and he threw himself in the arms of the woman, sobbing his heart out aware of his hands position.

Your eyes widened significantly when the child next to you clung to you for dear life, reflexively you embraced Tenko in your arms mauvering him to sit in your lap. Calmly you began petting his hair and rubbing circles on his back, rocking slightly side to side with the sobbing child in your arms. You were whispering sweet nothings in his ear hoping to calm him down, still hugging his cold body close to you “it’s okay, shh, it’s okay honey, y/n’s got you” slowly Tenko began calming down, his sobbing residing with only a few hiccups left.

“Have the heroes come to help you yet” you asked, keeping your voice sweet so as to not startle him. Tenko’s eyes widened but became tinged with hatred and resentment “No, they would rather fight a villain than help me” his young raspy voice rang out. You repositioned the two of you so he was sitting lower on your thighs near your knees. “well Tenko, would you like to come home with me then, at least for the night we’ll tackle the rest tomorrow” You were searching his eyes for any sign of discomfort at the offer, since you know of stranger danger, but your heart already held so much love for the dirty child in front of you. This is how it feels to be a mother, the thought sneaked into your mind, it startled you. You had clicked with Tenko, your mothers instincts going wild with a need to nurture and protect him.

While you were sitting, lost in thought. Tenko was looking at you like you were his own personal hero, she wants to help me, to take me home. You were the first person since the accident that spent more than a minute assessing him, only you had stayed unlike all the others. Tenko was filled to the brim with gratefulness, and the hope was slowly making its way to his eyes again. You embraced him tenderly like he was your own child, spoke to him like a person of worth. You had the same calming, loving aura that Tenko’s mother had. It made him believe you would take care of him.

Tenko’s eyes became shiny with tears, making you internally panic. Had you said something wrong, but before you could try and console him again he smiled. A wide toothy smile, showcasing clearly how dry and cracked his skin is but also how you he is “Yes, yes please” his breathy voice sounded. So without giving him time to doubt his decision, you scooped him up in your arms and grabbed the long forgotten grocery bag. Tenko’s hand touched your skin with all five fingers instantly making him retreat and making you almost drop him. “Tenko honey what’s wrong” Your voice came out panicky. Tenko stared at you with wide eyes and you could feel his little frame begin to shake “I-i to-touched you, I-i might h-have h-hurt you” he was beginning to cry again, on the verge of hyperventilation.

“Oh, it’s okay honey you can’t hurt me. My quirk cancels out others by either skin contact or eye contact, it makes it easier to heal them” you reassured him. “see” you took his hand and fully encompassed it with your own. Even if Tenko was shaking he looked on, sure his quirk was gonna make you go away, or you would decide against helping him. To Tenko’s surprise nothing happened, your hand was still whole and attached to your body, and it was so warm reminding Tenko of how warm and gentle it felt in his hair five minutes prior.

“See, everything is fine. So cling to me as much as you like Tenko, you can never hurt me. Ok” Your voice came out steady, in that gentle tone that Tenko was beginning to love. He began wailing again but this time in relief, you really were his very own hero. Weren’t you. So that was how you made your way home, with a wailing child who stopped crying around halfway there in your arms, and a grocery bag in your hand that supported Tenko’s legs and bum. There were quite a few looks from strangers, but none approached you. You weren’t sure if it was a relief or you were mad because no one seemed to care. It’s not their responsibility to care anyway, but maybe our society has become too dependent on heroes. You were always kind of neutral about heroes, viewing them as people doing a job rather than immortal celebrities who save all.

Simply spending the time thinking and reflecting, as well as making sure Tenko didn’t slip in your grip. Eventually you made it home with a sleeping Tenko in your arms. His face was serene, and breathing even. He looks adorable, you were internally screaming and dreading to wake him up. But he needed a bath desperately, he was dirty and still covered in dried blood. It was hard even telling what hair color he had, and he needed some lotion on his skin.

“Tenko honey, wake up” You gently began shaking his shoulder, to wake him up. His ruby eyes fluttered open, and as he yawned teardrops formed in the corner of his eyes. He’s so adorable I might not survive, unbeknownst to the sleepy Tenko he is slowly killing you with his adorableness. You opened the front door, balancing your stuff the best you could. “You need a bath, and then sleep” you said as you sat Tenko down and put the groceries in the kitchen. He looked up at you shyly “will you help me please” he asked. “of course, come on” you guided Tenko to the bathroom, before disappearing into your room to find a smaller shirt that would hopefully cover Tenko okay. “Here we go,” you said as you presented the shirt to Tenko. Bathtime that night was one of the best in Tenko’s young life, even if you didn’t have any bath toys. You were gentle with him when scrubbing dirt and blood off. Put some lotion on his dry skin, lotion that doesn't irritate it even more. You even found some bandages that you wrapped around his little fingers, so he wouldn’t have to be afraid of accidentally dusting the bed.

That night Tenko got tucked in without the person tucking him in, seeming to rush it. He got a glass of water and some fruit before bedtime, and a nice little short story. That night had been the best night of sleep he had had in at least 2 weeks. Maybe even in his life. He slept with a tiny cute smile, seeming content when you checked up on him a bit before you went to sleep. Tomorrow you would tackle the next step, for now you could only enjoy the calm little boy’s company.

Next Chapter : here

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piloversfinestbees · 3 years ago

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wanted to thank you for your discussion with RWBYAnalysis on Ironwood and the Robyn angle.

I am so tired of people calling RWBY's Robyn Hood a terrorist just for standing up to a military nutjob who treats everything like a contest of measuring you know what.

I've never seen Male Robin Hood be called a terrorist.

So why is Robyn Hill treated like that?

I don’t want to point my answer in one single direction but I believe (My PO) is that the same people that go into fandom comments and call Robyn Hill a terrorist are predominantly the same group that just has a problem in general with RWBY and its 4 Female Protagonists. I dislike the whole “Team RWBY is just a bunch of Kids” laundry basket that so many use. Yes they are young but realistically by the time V6 rolls around Ruby being the youngest is 17! That’s tipping the “of legal age” scale. So these are young women, Winter and Robyn included, tasked with one basic underlying tone - Judgement of Humanity.

If a supreme being where to judge Earth TODAY on whether not we, as a whole, are the best for humanity, I’d WANT that Supreme “God” to look upon the younger generation as THEY WILL BE THE ONES TO INHERIT THE EARTH! It’s the younger generation, every generation, that creates the want for change, and Robyn is a reflection of CHANGE. Look at her interactions with Marrow! RWBY does a great job inserting real world issues into the story without offense (minus the Bumbleby haters) to the masses. They don’t want to offend anyone, BUT how do we fix things, how does a conversation get started so we can begin to fix things if offense is taken BEFORE the conversation even starts!

Marrow is an amazing character to watch because of his overall dynamic and growth in V7 and V8. He goes from stating to Blake and Weiss he’s not “here to solve” literally societal indifference, yet he speaks about the Faunus as being placed in society at the bottom on purpose. Then goes on to ask Blake for HER HELP as she’s a Faunus and can see in the dark, probably almost as well as he probably could. Yangs face speaks volumes as Blake abs Weiss are two sides of a coin but Yang being neither Faunus nor Schnee can see a wide view of the portrayed issue.

Marrow goes on to show his Faunus tail prevents him from doing specific Ace Ops missions because he is genuinely a hyperactive dude. So he’s already someone who knows how hard it is to overcome obstacles that society has put in place. Then watch his demeanor and tone with Ruby at the election party and how he quickly turns to Robyn and escalates. He’s standing on a soapbox for sure! Placing emphasis on LEGAL, and LEGALLY, as though he doesn’t know who her constituents are. How a large portion of her voters are of Faunus Heritage does nothing but make me cringe as I watch him dig his own grave! He IN THAT MOMENT is the epitome of the RWBY fandom group that are labeling her as a “terrorist” and that’s a predominant theme across Blake/Yang vs Adam’s story arc. What this shows is that we can put out the fire but someone, somewhere will still be trying to tan the flame.

Kill one cell, another emerges… etc…

Robyn is far from a Terrorist. She was “stealing back” supplies that were ORIGINALLY allocated for rebuilding/reinforcing Mantle’s border walls because Ironwood, having the power to tell the Counsel to STFU, decided “Eh, we will take the supply runs by force if necessary…” and diverted them all to Amity. Robyn went so far as to STOP THE THEFT of the supply runs and instead had a face to face with the supplier who then decided that business with Atlas Military was off the table until Mantle had their security/protection issues resolved. The blame doesn’t lie with Robyn, Robyn shows loyalty to THE MANY, not herself, the furthest definition from terrorist. Activist is by far what she is, she was reactive until she decided to become proactive and the supply company severed their deal with Atlas.

HAD IRONWOOD BEEN VOCAL ABOUT AMITY from the beginning I firmly believe Robyn’s actions would have not been what we saw unfold! Remember back to Qrow and Ironwood arguing at Beacon due to lack of communication!? Qrow was out scouting having to not only look forward but watch his own back, and he got his ass chewed because he didn’t inform them. Then finds out through James that important shit has happened and says “Communication is a Two Way Street!” It is! That goes to show that Ironwood doesn’t communicate outside of his tiny bubble.

Ironwood’s initial idea for Amity was a noble one, but he failed to do good when pushed into a corner.

Robyn’s cause was always noble, she however evolved in V7-V8 rather quickly. She saw how hot headed and rash decision making can be severely detrimental. She saw it unfold between Qrow and Clover. So her reeling Qrow in and telling him that he would be literally lying to himself if he believed that killing Ironwood would better the “whole” when it would have been out of spite, anger and revenge just for himself. She SAT with those thoughts, they cooked like a good stew, and in sitting with those thoughts she was able to see that if she continued to make “Ironwood like decisions” then she would in fact be playing into Destructions hand and not Humanity.

Humanity requires every single one of us, man, woman, young, old, to question whether or not what we are doing is the right thing. Winter’s inability to accept the Winter Maidens power, if you look at it from a different POV, could possibly have been because she wasn’t willing to do what she KNEW WAS RIGHT, because she was afraid that where she to adjust her actions in the slightest, she as a COG in the machine would have sent it into disarray. Penny force fed her what Winter needed to hear, Penny GOT UP AND WALKED OUT WITH RUBY and the Maiden Power because Penny being a machine was only letting her soul guide her. Winter finally saw that and it was a slap to the face. Once Winter realized it, she grew in her own personal strength before even accepting the powers from Penny, a selfless act yet again for Penny.

So the answer to your question as I’m sure you’ve read doesn’t have one neat answer. That’s something that RWBY displayed for us too throughout V7 and V8, so how I replied was necessary as no societal issue, question, comment, concern should be given a nice/cute little answer. It requires depth, as history is prone to repeat itself. I just hope that those who have jumped on that bandwagon understand the consequences to their bandwagons actions.

It goes both ways, and if someone where to come across our conversation and wants to give me a different opinion I’d gladly read it and reply. I’ve practiced Civil Law (one of many areas I practice), in and out of court for over 13 years in the US and abroad, so I welcome debate openly. I’m not one to be offended as my opinions are mine and staying humble, grounded and mindful; questioning my ethics, rights/wrongs, etc, is part of my personal growth until the day I die.

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sugarycloud · 6 years ago

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Posts this just then to only have the people in the group chat read it. But it was writing itself in my head so there we go

Circles, carolly rpf

It was funny how this kept happening. How life went around in circles. Here she was, another series of Love Island over, another year done, until January this time at least. It seemed like another lifetime ago that it had all began. She had been doing X Factor during the first series. Had just finished Strictly, had just split with Jack. A whole different lifetime.

And now, a broken relationship, another secret one and a bunch of stuff the media had no idea about. Circles, it all went in circles.

Caroline stares out the taxi window as it winds through the streets of London, bringing her closer to home. The city evokes a warm glow inside her, it was her home, and there was nothing like being home, where your heart was happiest.

‘Here alright love?’

They have pulled up at an empty stop a few doors down from her house. Her car is in her spot, looking a bit dusty but thankfully with no parking tickets clasped to its windscreen.

‘Yeah, this is fine, thanks’

‘I’ll grab your case for you’

‘Thanks’

Caroline exits the car, takes her case from the driver, thanks him again and starts to search in her bag for her keys as walks to her house, pulling her case behind her.

Her phone beeps just as she is about to put the key in the lock. It’s from Lewis

‘Hey, should we meet up soon for another photo op? Hope your flight back was ok :)’

Caroline sighs and unlocks her door, depositing her case just inside, as it closes behind her and she sinks right down in front of it.

Rubbing her face with her hands, thinking about what to text Lewis, it takes her a minute to recognise the pattering of paws towards her.

‘Ruby!’ she screeches as her beloved dog jumps up on her, licking everywhere she can reach

‘How did you get there?’ she questions the dog before calling ‘Jo?’

‘No, not Jo’ and limping slightly from the kitchen comes Olly, grinning at her

‘Ols! You’re here’

Olly grabs her hands and pulls her to her feet and right into him, Ruby thudding slightly with the ungracious landing back to the parquet floor

‘Oh I’m so glad you’re here’ Caroline breathes deep, inhaling his scent, hugging him close

‘Are you ever going to let go so I can kiss you?’ Olly says with a laugh

‘Nu uh’ Caroline shakes her head against his chest ‘I’m gonna stay here forever’

‘Well’ Olly reaches his hand under her chin and lifts her face to his

She smiles at him and leans up for a kiss, his fingers running up and down her back, like he’s playing his favourite tune.

Circles, it all went in circles.

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X Factor sat like a very heavy piece of furniture in her mind. It was hard to ignore and it was near impossible to move. You just had to put up and try and be as comfortable with it, as you could because it was there to stay.

It all felt like a well read book, she had gone over it so many times in her head. The time they had spent together during X Factor, it was a bubble, just the two of them. Of course they had ended up sleeping together, like there was any other option. The whole charade of X Factor was a tedious and woeful affair. They knew soon after starting that they never should have taken the job.

No one liked them, they were nothing but stressed and the whole world was watching, speculating on whether they were together or not. I mean, what else was there to do really? When the nation is ridiculing you and there’s only one other person in the whole world who understands it like you do, who is going through it like you are. A person who you had fancied for years, who you loved more than almost anyone, who had recently become single.

It had become almost like an addiction, a dependency. They couldn’t have got through X Factor without each other. Or the sex. A quickie in the morning, and later, a long drawn out glorious euphoria filled evening. It was escaping reality and yet Olly was the only real thing there was. Olly’s skin against hers, Olly’s body underneath her, above her, beside her. The kissing, the pleasure, the oblivion. It was a permanent dream, like a dream that you know is a dream but you can’t make yourself wake up from.

And then one day she was jolted awake. It was like being drenched in ice cold water, gasping for breath, reality and dreams snatched away so cruelly. There had been fights and two years of not speaking, an addict having no choice but to go cold turkey.

They had started talking again in the summer of the disastrous engagement. Texts, calls and voice notes. At first it was trivial stuff, how were their families, who was Olly liking on Love Island and so forward.

Sometime in the early days of winter Olly had called Caroline, when the only thing that preoccupied her day was playing with Ruby. He had mentioned it first, those days on X, how wrong it had all gone. With that phone call they had opened a floodgate, and they slowly began to knock down the walls they had built around themselves, keeping them apart from each other.

Their lives then had been so entwined back then, and it had been painful to untangle from each other. With them talking again, they started to tie themselves into knots once more. Easy knots, ones you can untie without much injury. It became easier this time, akin to how they used to be.

He had gotten funnier, or maybe he’d always been funny. Maybe she’d just forgotten in the long absence, that it hadn’t just been the sex that had been incredible. Back then she had called him her best friend and he was. She could talk to him about anything and they made each other laugh. All the stuff that mattered beyond mutual attraction.

But beside a quick meet up at an award show, they didn’t end up meeting in person until June the following year. Neither of them had meant for anything to happen. And yet

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She’d never been a fan of hospitals, she didn’t suppose that many people were. There was a certain smell and everything squeaked. She hugs her present close to herself as she navigates through the labyrinth corridors, finally finding his room and knocking gently

‘Come in!’ comes the shout back and she pushed the door tentatively open

‘Caz! What an amazing surprise’

‘I-uh’

Caroline’s eyes travel from his heavily bandaged and elevated leg, to the drips in his arms and to his eager hopeful face, and without any warning at all, she burst into years

Olly, looking bemused but concerned, cast his gaze around as if there is any way of him getting up to help her

‘Caz, babe, it’s ok. It’s just fluids, and you know, my leg is fine, I’m fine, all fine, do you want to sit down maybe?’

‘I-ca, bel, I, no, you, and’ Caroline, still sobbing, gestures with her hands at him and at herself, coherence having been left firmly at the door

‘Please sit down darling, please’

Still sobbing and not making any sense, Caroline dumps her wrapped gift and card onto his tray table and sits on the edge of his bed, launching herself straight onto his chest and sobs more.

Olly gently puts his arms around her, trying not to dislodge anything as he rubs her back, and waits for her to stop

‘I’m sorry’ Caroline says after a while and she sits up and rubs her eyes with the back of her hands ‘I don’t know where that came from. I think it’s just the last time I properly saw you, we’d just broken up, and now you’re broken’

‘How very poetic’ Olly says with a slight smile, before adding quietly ‘I thought I’d never see you again at all’

‘Well that too’ Caroline says as she takes a big breath ‘not ever, it was horrendous’

‘Not one of my favourite memories ever either Caz. But you know why it happened’

‘Yeah, yeah’ she waves away this discussion with an impatient flap of her hand ‘we’ve talked about all that over the phone. It’s ancient history, there’s no need to go over it again’ she leans forward and runs her thumb across his cheek, as if he had tears there too ‘I just wanted to see how you were’

‘I’m fine, well’ Olly lets out a breath ‘I mean I’ve been better but this has helped, I’ve needed this op for a long time, no I’ve just got to recover from it. And then I’ll be fine. More than fine. I’m taking a break from it all Caz’

‘It all?’

‘That life, the showbiz crap, I’m going to spend time with the family, write music because I want to not because my contract says so, travel around’

‘So you’ve lots of free time to fill?’

‘Something like that, yeah’

‘Well then’

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They had spent hours in that hospital room catching up on life. He loved his joke gift of a pack of Man United boxers, and they made plans to meet up soon. It was like last time, but not at all. It all happened fast but it felt natural, less intense. They kissed again for the first time in Olly’s garden after a sunny day and a barbeque. They slept together again for the first time that night, and for the second and third time. Olly’s knee was a bit of an issue. Caroline kept having to go on top, not that she minded.

Then there was the bigger issue of when he shaved all his hair off. She wasn’t used to his head yet. Before they had rekindled, she had had visions of her running her hands through his hair, and now there was nothing to run her hands through. She kept accidentally leaving nail indents in his shoulders from digging instead of gripping.

Beyond his knee and his lack of hair, came the bigger issue of privacy, so Caroline had talked to Nathan about Olly. He suggested she fake a relationship with a twenty something year old toyboy. It wouldn’t be hard for the press to shallow and her and Olly could conduct their relationship behind closed doors for as long as they could manage.

Now lying in bed with Olly, after the two had a lengthy and highly satisfying reunion, Caroline’s mind floats back to the text from Lewis

‘Penny for them?’ Olly says with a kiss to her head

‘Lewis texted earlier, wanting to meet up for a photo op’

‘And?’

‘It’s just tedious. I hate lying’

‘I know you do Caz, but it’s just easier isn’t it? The media think you’re hooking up with someone else and they leave us the fuck alone. And eventually when there’s some big news story taking over everything we’ll quietly post an Insta together and act like it’s completely normal while everyone freaks out’

Caroline smiles and curls into her boyfriend

‘And eventually it won’t be news at all’

‘Exactly my darling, exactly’

‘How long do you think we can keep it a secret?’

‘Well for however long I’m out of the spotlight’

‘You don’t even know how long that’ll be’

‘A while’ Olly shrugs ‘maybe we’ll be married with kids by the time I get back to it’

‘Olly!’

‘What?’ Olly says with a nervous laugh ‘is that not the plan?’

‘I suppose’

‘Love the enthusiasm Caz’

‘Oh shush you’ she smiles and pokes him in the side

Her insides are dancing, butterflies swooping and swirling. It was how she expected everything to happen after X. Marriage and babies, happily ever after. Afterwards she had chastised herself for being so dreamy. Now, well now, she lets out a happy sigh and squeezes Olly. Maybe it wasn’t circles after all, perhaps they’d just taken the scenic route, maybe there would be a few more bumps along the way. But they would end up just where they needed to be.

#carolly #carollyfic #carolly fanfiction #caroline and olly #fanfic stuff #i chose this over eating lunch #i have to leave the house in 6 minutes #yikesss

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greeny-witchling · 5 years ago

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Sun / Sol Masterpost

! DISCLAIMER: The following informationc are may wrong. If you see any misinformations, let me know, but not in the harsh way please! The links where the infromations (mainly) are from, are at the bottom. There are everything assosiated with the sun, use, what is helpful !

Note: i’m starting to post things like this. Mainly about astronomy, green witchery, kitchen witchcraft, zodiacs and more. If you are intrested or it was helpful please let me know!

Probably the most popular of the planetary influences for the general population, Sun rules over prosperity and general protection. Choose Sun plants when you are looking for centering, doing money magic, or honoring aspects of the divine that are sun-associated. Sun plants often have sun-shaped flowers (daisies, for instance) or when ingested give a feeling of calm warmth (unlike the heating of Mars, which can lead to violent action).

Higher Self is the crystallization of a transcendental awareness that is a Fulcrum of Equilibrium of the Force-Form dynamics between Jupiterian grace and expanse and Martial tempering and rigor. Emanative from the Nondual and Eternal: Source Consciousness, Solar Self does experience duality yet is a Throne of Stability from which the Lunar personality can be forged and directed and from which suffering is mitigated through understanding some of the roots of attachment that give rise to Lunar mechanicity. But the Solar Fulcrum is dual-toroidal: from which causally antecedent Form-Form dynamics are expressed and through which the Force-Form dynamics of Venusian impulsivity and Mercurial patterning (the Lunar personality and, ultimately, physicality) are integrated and processed. Waiting to be explored are the astrophysical implications of Solar Self, the Sun in our Solar System, and their relationship to the collective consciousness of humanity.

other names: The Sun, Microprosopus, The Lesser Countenance, Melech ("King") (מֶלֶך), sol kabbalistic attributions: Tiphereth ("Tiferet") ("Beauty") (תפארת) mantric sound: „I” numbers: 6, 36, 111, 666 zodiac: leo metal: gold day: Sunday animals: lion, sparrowhawk beings: Will o’the Wisp colour/s: yellow, orange, amber, rayed red, rich amber, golden yellow stone/s: amber, topaz, ruby, diamond, cat’s eye, chrysoleth, carbuncle, citrin symbols: lion, hexagram, sparrowhawk, dragon, head, heart, swan influences: renown, potency, success, fortune, tyranny, pride, ambition, masculinity, arrogance, bigotry, vitality, health, leadership, money, prosperity, empowerment, enlightenment, goals, generosity, spirituality, male energy, the gods, freedom, matters of heart, creativity, friendship, growwth, personal fulfilment, self confidence, wealth, individuality, energy power unpopular correspondences: Ego (“I”, me, pride, self-expression, selfishness, conceit, vitality), Honor (the father, men, nobility, power, will), Creativity (Actors and actresses, entertainment, hobbies), Children (holidays, sports, vacations, games, speculation), Pleasure (Love affairs, heart, constitution) (infromation from: mystic-bss) deities: Aditi, Ah Kinchil, Ama-Terasu, Apollo, Aten, Brighid, Dhatara, Frey, Helios/Sol, Itzamna, Lucifer, Mithra, Mystere, Nitten, Paiva, Ra, Savitar, Jesus Christ, Osiris herbs, plants: Acacia tree (seeds, resin), Angelica, Archangel, Arctic Poppy, Armenian Poppy, Ash, Birch, Bistort, Black-Eyed Susan, Blue Water Lily, Broom, Burnet, Butterbur, Buttercup bush, Calamus (seed, herb, essential oil), Calendula, Catechu, Cedarwood (herb, oil, seed), Celandine, Centaury, Chamomile (seed, oil, herb), Cinnamon, Citron, Citrus (oil, herb), Desert Cassia, Everlasting, Eyebright, Frangipani, Globeflower, Graveyard tree, Helen's flower, Heliotrope, Hibiscus, Hops (seed), apanese, calamus, Laurel, Lovage, Marigold - all kinds (herb, seed), Marshmallow, Marsh marigold, Mexican marigold, Meadow rue, Mistletoe, Mock orange, Moroccan Poppy, Mouse-eared hawkweed, Old man senna bush, Peony, Pimpernel, Poinciana, Potentilla cinqufoil, Pot marigold,Rosemary (oil) Rue (herb, seeds), Saffron, Sneezeweed, Spanish Poppy, St. John's wort, Sundew, Sunflower, Tabasheer, Tormentil, Viper's bugloss, Walnut, Wartweed, Winged Everlasting, Yauhtli, poppy, acacia ash sun plant qualities: Plants resembling the sun in shape and color. Plants that open to the sun and close at night. Medicinal plants affecting the heart. Plants that make one feel warm and relaxed. planetary gualities: Illumination. Resplendence. Inspiration. Leadership. Living. Loving. Ascendance. Dominion over aspects of Lunar Self and other domains of magic and manifestation. body parts: circulation system, hearth, blood, eyes, right eye, upper back, spleen, spinal clomn, thoracic spine diseases: hearth disease, allergy, dermatitis, skin cancer, sunstroke, fever, hearth attack, radiation poisoning, photophobia, chills, hot flashes, skin rashes, eye diseases, substance abuse when arising from self-esteem issues scents: all gloirous odors, Benzoin, Calamus (herb, oils), Cedar, Center Incense, Cinnamon (herb, essential oil), Clove (herb, oil), Citrus (oil, herb), Frangipani, Frankincense (resin, essential oil), Labdanum, Marigold, Oil of Sun, Olibanum (resin, essential oil), Resins of the Sun Incense, Rosemary (herb, essential oil), Rowan, Saffron, Tiphareth Oil incenses: Frankincense (Olibanum), Galangal, Abramelin Incense drugs: alcohol, tonics, antdepressants, Warming drugs, but not as much as Mars and not quickening like Mercury but instead relaxing magick: The Red Tincture, power of acquiring wealth; weapon is the lamen or bow and arrow; figure is the hexagram. Protection, prosperity

Sun phases:

Just like the moon, the sun has phases which can be used to tie in with your magical workings to add an extra boost of power. The sun measures time, where it sits in the sky denotes what time of the day it is, and a sun dial would be quite useless without the sun to cast a shadow! I also think that point between night and day and vice versa, that moment of hand over is quite special.

Sunrise – Basically when the sun wakes up and peers over the horizon. This phase is all about new beginnings, changes, health, employment, renewal, resurrection and finding the right direction. It can also be very cleansing. The morning – This is when the sun is growing in strength, so it brings the magical power for growth, positive energy, resolutions, courage, harmony, happiness, strength, activity, building projects and plans, prosperity and expansion of ideas. High noon – When the sun reaches its peak in the sky at midday – work magic for health, physical energy, wisdom and knowledge. It is also a good time to pop your tools or crystals out that need charging. (Note: some crystals can fade in strong sunlight so check first before putting them out). The afternoon – The sun is heading back down, and the energy now is good for working on business matters, communication, clarity, travel, exploring and anything professional. Sunset – As the sun takes itself off down below the horizon, work magic for removing depression, stress and confusion, letting go, releasing or finding out the truth of a situation.

Sun altar:

I always say that an altar is very personal, it has to be for you to be able to connect with the energy. You will know what needs to be put on your altar. If you aren’t sure then start with a guide or suggestions from others (books, friends, internet etc) but keep it simple and then live with it for a bit. You will find that you are drawn to add other items to it. My suggestions for a sun altar, you don’t have to use all or even any of these, in fact if you put everything listed on there it would be pretty crowded, sometimes less is more. Any spells you are working on can be popped on your sun altar to give them a boost of solar energy. Altar cloth; which could be a head scarf, a table cloth, napkin or bandana, it doesn’t have to be an expensive item. I like to use yellow and orange colours. Sun symbols – well that’s a given really, you can get all sorts of items, ornaments and bric a brac in sun shapes. Flowers – fresh, dried or imitation, go for sunny yellows, oranges and reds but any bright flowers will sit nicely. Fruit – oranges and lemons look fabulous on an altar, you could even dry some slices to decorate with. Crystals – go with whatever you are drawn to but if you need some guidance there is a list of sun crystals in this book. Candles – there probably aren’t many altars that don’t have candles on! Go with sunny or fiery colours.

other things:

Flame symbols to represent fire. Triskelion or phoenix images. Coloured ribbons. Circles and discs in yellow, brass, copper or gold colours. Equal armed crosses or the swastika. God’s eyes (see craft section on how to make one) Oak leaves and any fresh greenery. The Sun or Chariot tarot card. Antlers and horns work well to bring in the masculine energy of the sun. A wand, again for the masculine energy. Flower wreaths, I often use my flower circlets on an altar. Bees – not real ones obviously, how would you stop them from buzzing about? Honey – a little dish or pot full. If you are working with a solstice or equinox you can add in symbols and correspondences that tie in with the energy of the season.

Fire of sun

deities: bel, horus, demeter borne by lion, vishnu zodiac: leo stones: amber, topaz, ruby, diamnd, cat’s eye plants: Calamus root (seed, herb, essential oil), Cowslip, Hops, Marigold, Mexican Marigold, Mistletoe, Pericon, Sunflower, Yauhtli colors: gold, red, yellow, orange, greenish yellow, reddish amber, gray, deep purple day: Sunday plant qualities: Radiant, strong, and enriching plants. Plants resembling the sun in shape and color. Plants that open to the sun and close at night. Medicinal plants affecting the heart. Plants that make one feel warm and relaxed. angels and animals: Michael, lion, Cherub of Fire, Seraphim body parts: heart beings: horros, dragons scent: Olibanum (resin, essential oil), Marigold, Hops, Sulfur drugs: carminatives, tonics magick: Power with wild beasts; weapon is discipline; figures are Fortuna Major and Fortuna Minor

More information:

Sol I - Solar Consciousness and Self – Contemplation in the Sphere of the Sun Sol II - Correspondences in Sol – Altar and Physical Foundations Sol III - Symbolism in Sol – Meditational and Initiatory Foundations Sol IV - Solar Magic – Illumination and Transmutation Sol V - Continuance of Solar Work – Stabilizing Solar Consciousness Sol VI - Solar Astrophysics – Advancing the Art https://christopherpenczak.com/2013/07/29/planetary-magic-1-the-sun-success-and-health/

Where the infromations are from(just in case and for giving credit):

https://www.alchemy-works.com/planets_sun.html https://luxsaturni.com/planetary-magic/sol/ https://www.patheos.com/blogs/beneaththemoon/2019/05/sun-magic/

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Artist-Run Galleries Defy the Mega-Dealer Trend in Los Angeles

LOS ANGELES — The gallery M+B sold out its show of surreal, cloud-dappled landscapes by Leo Mock over the summer. The work was enigmatic, with images of long, birdlike legs stepping through the paintings. The official “artist bio” was also mysterious, saying only that Mr. Mock had graduated from ArtCenter College of Design and “lives and works in Los Angeles.”

But those in the know soon discovered that Leo Mock was actually the alias of one Steve Hanson, a local art dealer pursuing his sideline career. Leo was his uncle’s name; Mock, his mother’s maiden name — but it works as a jab at the art market, too: “People don’t like artists having two careers,” said Mr. Hanson, a founder of the pioneering Chinatown gallery China Art Objects. “I’m an old punk rocker and all of those musicians take pseudonyms,” he explained by phone.

How to exhibit your own work is just one of the challenges facing artists who open up shop as dealers, a deep-rooted tradition that is thriving these days across this art-obsessed city. Another is juggling the demands of making art while running a gallery, two careers not known for reliable revenue streams. But a surprising number of artists in Los Angeles have been opening commercial spaces anyway, giving the city’s gallery scene a scrappy energy all its own and providing a strong counternarrative to the idea that visual culture here is defined by the recent influx of New York and international galleries.

These spaces run the gamut from funky weekend-only apartment venues to larger spaces with regular hours, but they tend as a whole to have a more adventurous spirit. As Mr. Hanson puts it, “The Home Depot-fication of galleries is one reason why artist-run spaces are so important.”

Last year alone saw the opening of Real Pain Fine Arts by the artist Peter Harkawik near the Underground Museum; Murmurs, a welcoming gallery-cafe complex downtown founded by Morgan Elder and Allison Littrell; and La Loma Projects, which Kirk Nelson runs out of his living room and garage in Pasadena — not far from the artist Dani Tull’s two-year-old gallery Odd Ark. More established examples include Smart Objects, Five Car Garage, Bel Ami, Big Pictures L.A., Moskowitz Bayse, Night Gallery, Commonwealth and Council and the Pit. (The last three will have booths at Frieze Los Angeles, the art fair running Feb. 14-16, in a special section devoted to local galleries.)

Most of these galleries follow a traditional 50-50 sales split with artists, but none are as high-overhead and profit-driven as the blue-chip galleries now in town.

“L.A. has a long history of artist-run galleries — it’s where so much experimentation and innovation take place,” said Bettina Korek, the director of Frieze Los Angeles. She called the model an alternative to the usual white cube and “a great reminder that art can happen anywhere.”

Amy Bessone is a Los Angeles painter and sculptor with a high-profile New York gallery (Salon 94) but she still supports artist-run galleries at home: She had a solo show at the Pit last year and has work in a group show at La Loma Projects now. She credits these spaces with generating a “sense of solidarity and community,” as well as “bringing a lot of artists out to see their shows.” Their openings are also inclusive, she said, complete with “children, dogs, friends of friends, and sometimes tacos,” minus the fancy after-opening dinners.

Chadwick Gibson, founder of Smart Objects, contends that “making art makes you more attuned to what’s going on” in the culture. “A lot of galleries will say they show new or emerging artists,” he added, “but if you go back you’ll find that they showed at three artist-run spaces first.”

He started his gallery in Echo Park at the end of 2012 specifically to hold an exhibition of his own work — screen shots of gallery and museum interiors he printed from Google Art Project, where the operator’s camera is caught in the image, a way of turning the Google eye on itself. He has just leased more space next to the gallery with plans to turn it into an arcade.

Devon Oder and Adam Miller, the wife-and-husband founders of the Pit,

met while getting their M.F.A.s at ArtCenter. Both worked for the artist Sterling Ruby, and in 2014 they opened the gallery next to their studios in Glendale, in a former mechanic’s garage. (The mechanics’ pit is a still-visible feature of the space.) She shows her photography with the Portland gallery Fourteen30 Contemporary, while he exhibits his obsessively patterned paintings at various local spaces.

“In our branding, we like to say we’re an artist-run space,” said Mr. Miller, calling their business “collaborative” in the spirit of musician-run record labels like Dischord Records or Lookout Records. They produce zines for many of their shows (doing designs, printing and binding in-house) and are known for their flexibility in scheduling.

He remembers a big fair two years ago when four out of five artists could not make their deadline for delivering artworks to be photographed. He supplied older artwork instead and rescheduled the shoot. “When those things happen, instead of hammering artists about deadlines, we are more likely to pivot and accommodate the creative process,” he said.

As a figurative painter, Emma Gray of Five Car Garage said she realizes “how long it can take for an artist’s vision to come in — I hold the torch for them.” Her old-fashioned training in portraiture at the Heatherley School of Fine Art in London (“no electric lighting was allowed”) also helps her “talk to painters about painting.”

She founded the gallery in 2013 after moving to a home in Santa Monica that had a large custom-built garage for a car collector. Now, the garage is the gallery, with a meditation studio on the property that she uses for community sound baths, breath work, and performances involving her artists, such as Alison Blickle (a practicing witch) and Lazaro (or “L,” an alchemist). In her own studio next door, Ms. Gray is currently working on a series of “fire” paintings based on her experience fire-walking in Santa Fe.

Eve Fowler, a co-founder of seminomadic Artist Curated Projects, says that giving artists agency was the goal of her program, started in 2008 out of her own apartment with a colleague, Lucas Michael. “We had so many friends who were good artists and didn’t have shows. We also felt like artists don’t have any power,” she added — so early on, they invited artists to share the decision-making and organize the shows.

Her last show featured optically “tricky” paintings by a graduate student in fine arts, Kate Mosher Hall. But now that Ms. Fowler’s own queer-forward, text-based art is gaining traction — a recent film is heading to the New Museum in New York for a screening — she is not sure she will continue the gallery.

On the flip side, some artists who found their calling as gallerists have decided to postpone their own art careers, perhaps permanently. Davida Nemeroff of the downtown destination Night Gallery, says she stopped making work in 2016 when her gallery partner left and she had to take over all operations. “I realized from my own artists how much time and energy you need to put into your practice, and I just didn’t have that,” she said.

Young Chung, a founder of Commonwealth & Council in Koreatown, said he “went back in the closet as an artist” and stopped making work in 2012, two years after opening the space in his apartment. At that time, he said, “a Getty curator came to see one of our artist’s works but then the conversation gravitated to my own work — in that moment, I realized I had a conflict of interest.”

Every artist-dealer contacted for this story acknowledged the potential conflicts when juggling the two roles: whose work are you really promoting? Most have included their own work in an occasional group show but said they would not give themselves a solo show, with Ms. Gray saying she feels like it’s “largely unethical to cross the line.” Ms. Fowler said: “I just didn’t think it would look good. I thought other opportunities would come up, which they did.”

But Mr. Gibson, who opened his space to have a venue for his Google project, conceded, “I understand why people might think it’s tacky, ” adding, “it’s O.K. if the artists you show are good with it.”

Some gallerists sidestep the conflicts by refusing to promote their own art. Robert Gunderman rarely showed his own work while running the influential gallery ACME with Randy Sommer for 22 years. But after the gallery closed in 2017, Mr. Gunderman reinvented himself as an artist, with two strong shows of his lushly textured abstract paintings organized by the curator Lauri Firstenberg.

It turned out that Mr. Gunderman had been painting fairly consistently, and discreetly, all along. “Only a few people knew I had a studio,” he said. “And I would tell them I had six cats there ” to keep them away. (Visitors to Frieze can see his work in a pop-up space called The Street & The Shop on the backlot of Paramount Studios.)

As for Leo Mock, better known as Steve Hanson, he is now busy painting in Mérida, Mexico, where he recently moved with his wife, Tuesday Yates. But he has not given up his idea of running a gallery. To that end, the couple is currently rehabbing part of an old bus depot in Mérida. Still confounding the art world, they plan to call it China Art Objects.

The Pit, 918 Ruberta Avenue, Glendale, Tuesday-Saturday

Smart Objects, 1828 Sunset Boulevard, Los Angeles, Thursday-Saturday

Five Car Garage, open Saturdays and by appointment, [email protected].

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