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ofdieus · 1 month

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‘ imogen waterhouse, cis woman, she/her, 30 (300), high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems TILLIE KEENTIDE has finally made it to the capital, the SCRIBE/SCHOLAR from the AUTUMN COURT is said to be ADROIT and is said to describe themselves with THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD ON YOUR SHOULDERS, SUNLIGHT BREAKING THROUGH THE NIGHT, LOOKING WITHIN THE MIRROR TO FIND WHO YOU SEE, LONG HAIR PULLED INTO A BRAID & WARM AS THE SUN AND BURNING BRIGHT AS ONE and with all of this in mind their LOQUACIOUS nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

GENERAL DETAILS.

full name: matilda "tillie" catherine keentide nickname(s): goes by tillie everywhere, only a few call her matilda date of birth: july 7th zodiac: cancer sun, virgo moon, virgo rising gender & pronouns: cis woman ( she / her ) species: high fae place of birth: the capital orientation: bisexual, biromantic occupation: scribe & scholar for the autumn court

PHYSICAL, ETC.

faceclaim: imogen waterhouse hair colour & style: here clothing style: here distinguishing characteristics: round cheeks, expressive brows piercing(s) & tattoo(s): lobes

PERSONALITY.

positive trait(s): adroit, cordial, meticulous negative trait(s): loquacious, enigmatic, fanciful like(s): books, warm weather, learning new languages, soft music dislike(s): cold weather, bullies, violence hobbie(s): reading, writing, poetry, researching, knitting character inspiration: leslie knope (parks and recreation), jess day (new girl), penelope garcia (criminal minds), belle (beauty and the beast)

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

mother: prudence keentide (adoptive mother) father: hugh keentide (adoptive father) birth parents: unknown (both deceased) sibling(s): taria morwen (twin/grew up together) significant other: n/a

BACKGROUND.

biography trigger(s): adoption, death of parents/murder, orphanage, mention of infertility

When Tillie was four, her parents never came home. To this day, the reports and speculation are close to none, she's checked. The small girl was taken to a ward of other parentless children, unsure of why this happened to her.

When she arrived, there was another girl there, Taria. They became inseparable to the point where they would be referred to as the twins. The ward was careless and while the girls had each other, they could only rely on each other, she realized.

Tillie was happy there, she had a few personal items she brought from her previous life and her books. She was sure she wouldn't need anything else. One day though, everything changed.

A blonde woman from the autumn court with a nice smile, who was unable to have her own children came to the ward. Tillie smiled politely at her and Taria pushed her to go talk to her. She was kind, loved books and wanted a little girl just like her. Tillie couldn't deny they had identical features and had the same shade of hair.

When they arrive back at the autumn court, Tillie was overwhelmed. It was so different and she had no idea what to expect but with the help of her new parents, she was able to adapt better with time. She studied furiously, it came easier to her as she aged. Tillie wrote letters to Taria constantly and although she missed living with her twin, she was starting to feel like she could have her own life without the past coming back to haunt her.

When Tillie was sorting out her future; working and giving back to the autumn court was something that seemed like the best option. She had never fought a day in her life, so instead, she offered her love of knowledge... Her language skills and her ability to find things quicker than anyone else. She began training to become a scholar, then a scribe. She had extensive training over the years and the best money could buy thanks to her parents, to which one day it opened the door for her to approach the high family. For the past fifteen years, she has been the one who those can turn to for knowledge and maybe a good book recommendation.

HEADCANONS.

tillie does not remember anything really about her family but she does remember the name lily but she likes to keep that to herself as to not spoil it... she purchases the flowers every month to remind her

she enjoys sweet treats and tends to make sure she has one at the end of every day

tillie, when she moved to the autumn court, wrote taria a letter every week to keep her up-to-date / keep in contact - she tried to visit as much as she could as well

tillie loves jokes and tends to write them down in a notebook that she can save them for later

she has started a large collection of first edition books and keeps them in the library at her home on display

tillie also loves to put notes into her books in the margins so she can reference them later or to those who want to read the book / borrow it / study from it

she loves her adoptive parents dearly but there are some days where she wished she knew what happened to her birth parents and what her life would have looked like if they were still alive

she still experiences anxiety sometimes over her past but she tries to mask it and hides it quite well with people she isnt close with but because she is so bubbly and talkative when she is quiet it's easy for people to see if something is wrong / bothering her

#tillie — biography #tw adoption #tw death #tw anxiety #ofcourtfables:intro

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lifewouldbebetteronmars · 11 months

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Title & Lyrics from Hey Jude by The Beatles

Part of my TLH A/B/O AU

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Hey Jude, Don’t Be Afraid

Matthew stared down at the little bundle in his arms. His son. The little boy who’d just spent the last nine months inside his belly, kicking to his heart’s content.

He was finally here. And Matthew didn’t know how he felt about it.

The pregnancy itself felt like a total blur, there was no morning sickness or terrible cravings, it was by all standards an easy pregnancy. Had it truly been nine months? He couldn’t say for certain.

But some time must have passed, because if it hadn’t, his son wouldn’t be in his arms right now.

If Matthew was completely honest, the biggest thing he remembered about his entire pregnancy was the day he found out.

It had all started out as a regular check up, completely routine. There’d been no symptoms, no warnings. There hadn’t been any nausea or fatigue.

Matthew had been perfectly fine. Until he wasn’t.

The doctor had done a routine blood test, just as a precaution, she had said to him with a kind smile.

The blood test was routine but the results weren’t.

He’d been in the car when he found out, listening to some old Beatles songs for the nostalgia of it, when the phone call had come.

He was pregnant.

The doctor’s words had gone in one ear and out the other, he vaguely remembered being recommended a obstetrician. But mostly he remembers feeling numb.

It had taken awhile for the news to set in and when it did, the first thing Matthew wanted to do was drink.

He was sober almost ten years then and it hadn’t been easy, but nothing had wanted to make him drink more than that news.

He couldn’t drink, so he was numb. He just simply stared off into space as Paul McCartney’s voice crooned the lyrics of Hey Jude through his speakers, as if telling him everything would be okay.

Everything else after that was all blurred. Nothing had been particularly memorable when his mindset had been as dark as it was. Still is, if he’s still being honest.

Matthew spent the first half of his pregnancy acting on autopilot, just going through the motions of life, not processing a single thing.

It wasn’t until Alastair Lightwood-Carstairs, of all people, questioned him about it, having already had children himself and knew what a pregnant Omega looked like. He had twins, something Matthew couldn’t even imagine for himself.

That was the moment that Matthew finally let himself break down and cry for the first time in months. Alastair comforted him in his own way, with pats on the back and just letting him cry it out.

It was after he had calmed down that Alastair tentatively broached the subject of if Matthew had considered his options.

His options? It had slipped his mind that he even had options besides keeping the baby.

He was passed twenty-four weeks by then and the pregnancy was considered viable, so it was too late to consider an abortion, but adoption, was still a valid option.

And it turned out to be the best option for him. Matthew wasn’t ready to be a parent, not now, maybe not ever. He was sure he loved the baby inside of him, but how could he truly know? But maybe there were some parents out there who could love that baby more than he could, parents who actually wanted to be parents.

So for the next sixteen weeks, Matthew looked at the files of so many prospective parents. Until he found the one.

A lovely couple in Cheshire who had a nice house with a yard and two Golden Retrievers. It was the perfect fit.

He hadn’t told his brother or sisters (on account of them either being an asshole or too young to understand) about the pregnancy and his plan, but his parents had been accepting, happy with his decision, as long as it was made him happy.

Not that his friends had seen it that way.

James and Cordelia were the most upset, not understanding in the slightest how he could have kept a secret like that from them, especially since he was just “giving the baby away” in their words. He hadn’t really spoken to them since.

Grace had been accepting too, taking his news by squeezing his shoulder with a sad smile in the way she always did. She hadn’t quite been the same since Christopher’s death, but then again, none of them had.

Thomas (and Alastair), of course, had been the most supportive, even offering to be at the hospital with him when he went into labor.

Anna and Ari were supportive too, having known the hardships of adoption form both ends. He probably would have even considered giving his baby to them had it not been too hard for him.

All of that led to today, the day his son was born.

Matthew had wondered how he had ever doubted before the love he had for his son, the minute they had placed him on his chest.

He loved him immediately, a love he had never known before. All of his doubts were gone and he almost changed his mind. Almost.

If his first thought had been that he loved him, Matthew’s second thought had been how loved his son would be.

It would be impossible not too.

He was the loveliest baby Matthew had ever seen. All blonde curls and rosy cheeks. He was almost cherubic, a peaceful expression on his face as he slept.

His new parents would be arriving soon for him, Matthew knew, and the thought made him sad in a way he hadn’t thought it would.

And so he shifted the little boy in arms and began to hum a familiar tune, one that had stuck with him throughout the last nine months.

Hey Jude, don't be afraid

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin,

Then you begin to make it better

Jude, that was the name of his son, at least in his mind. It wouldn’t be his forever, but it was his for now.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders

For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder

Jude shifted in his sleep, nose and forehead scrunching up. Matthew lightly kissed his nose. “I love you, Jude.” he whispered to his son, only loud enough of the two of them.

“Math, it’s time. Are you ready?” A familiar voice said from the doorway.

Matthew pressed a kiss to Jude’s forehead and held him close for the last time. He felt tears welling in his eyes but he fought them back.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

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Before the angst begins, a little treat (but is it really?)

Tagging:

@tessherongraystairs

@petalsofaflower-shutupthomas

@littlx-songbxrd

@wagner-fell

#riley’s tlh a/b/o au #tw mentions of mpreg #tw mentions of childbirth #tw mentions of abortion #tw adoption #the last hours #matthew fairchild #alastair carstairs #but it’s not ship #it’s friendship

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mystery-wings · 23 days

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Roleplay Search

I am 22 years old and look for someone who is 20+ years.

Literacy: I can do semi-literate, literate, and advanced novella, though I attempt to do the novella the most unless my roleplay partner or partners say otherwise.

Fandoms:

Beastars

My Hero Academia

Arcane

BoJack Horseman

Castlevania

Thomas & Friends

MCU

Cars

Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

Shrek & Puss In Boots

Sanders Sides/Sanders Asides

Five Nights at Freddy's

Poppy Playtime

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Happy Meat Farms

Welcome Home

Super Mario Bros. (including The Super Mario Bros, Movie)

Other Roleplays:

Original, no fandom (though characters from fandoms can be used)

Alex Bale's Pixar Metaverse Theory

Character Relationships: I have no with fxf, mxf, mxm, ccxcc, ocxoc being included in the roleplay, though I don't want the character to be written/typed out in a way where all they are is just the romantic interest/platonic soul and to explore who they are as a person outside of that. And I am open to familial, mentor-mentee, and other relationships as well.

Character(s): I have original characters and can roleplay as canon characters as well, though I have a preference for roleplaying as my OCs.

Triggers: I genuinely don't have any triggers.

Genres: Science fiction, religious fiction, adventure/action, horror, thriller, romance, angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, fluff, contemporary fantasy, alternate history, counterfactual history, steampunk, biopunk, solarpunk, crime and mystery, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, and more.

Tropes: De-aged/De-aging (temporary),

Kinks & More: I have thought about what my original characters would possibly explore/be into, though I am willing to explore outside of these possibilities, only if it is still in character for them. However there are things that will never be allowed: zoophilia, pedophilia, feederism, agraphilia, abasiophilia, agalmatophilia, agrizoophilia, angrophilia, anthrophila/anthophilia, anthropophagolagnia, apiphilia, arachnophilia/arachnephilia, autonepiophilia, autopedophilia, automatonophila, batrachophilia, capnolagnia, cleptophilia, contreltophilia, diplophilia, ephebiphilia, erotophonophilia, hadephilia, hagiophilia, hamartophilia, harpaxophilia, homilophilia, hybristophilia, illyngophilia, infantophilia, lactophilia, lockiophilia, maieusiophilia, menophilia, methyphilia, necrophilia, neopharmaphilia, objectophilia, paralipophilia, parasitophilia, parthenophilia, penisphilia, peodeiktophilia, potophilia, pharmacophilia, taphophilia, uranophilia.

Where To Roleplay: I prefer to roleplay on Discord, whether in the roleplay server with private categories and channels (so no one other than those involved in the roleplay can see the roleplay and other messages) or have a new server created.

Extra:

If you want to turn our roleplay into fanfiction, I will happily help.

If you are interested in creating fanart of my OCs and other things related to my OCs, speak me first.

There is this thing I started to do a few days, where I think about the relationships and create categorized lists of the potential relationship or relationships between my OC & a character. It’s just to help get an idea of the interactions between the characters for the roleplay/story, then figure out the undecided and other relationships along the way.

Though I don't have any triggers, there are things I won't do with my OCs because it would truly be out of character for them.

I research a lot for my OCs, world building, and roleplaying, and I put much thought in various topics. But there is something in particular I have a personal experience with and it's something those who have also experienced or something similar, which is official adoption (legal adoption). For various other people, they have specially when there is no consent involved, no informed consent, and the lack of looking into alternatives (kinship (only if there is anyone alive, and safe for said person or people, to community/tribe (if you are familiar with ICWA (Indian Child Welfare Act), you will understand what I mean), to guardianship; then fostering last); I only have experience with the lack of consent and informed consent. And there is also the issue of not being trauma informed (which is especially important when it comes to newborns and infants, and if the bio mother/parent had trauma (before, during the pregnancy (physical pain or injury, serious illness, war, natural disasters, terrorism, witnessing a death, rape, domestic abuse, incarceration within the criminal justice system, poverty, adoption trauma, medical trauma, family trauma, refugee trauma, traumatic grief, abuse and neglect (physical, sexual, emotional or psychological, religious, financial, digital, stalking, educational)—and those on the receiving end (and the causer) might not even recognize it was, is, or has been done at all or to a certain extent (even if the trauma suddenly hits them the worse they've experienced, though it could also be what leads them what realize they have trauma and what caused it); generational trauma comes to mind (humans being blank slates were never true, people just used to believe it was; but there are people who still believe this dangerous myth. Or if someone doesn't have a pre-trauma self, a self before their trauma, something not everyone has) —You can find information on this topic and related topic, on my Tumblr, TikTok, and Twitter, and YouTube.

If you are interested, like the post, then message me on here with the link to it and we will go from there.

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cerenemuxse · 1 year

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More Humanized T&F stuff with more peeps. It just tidbits this time.

Edit (3/19/2024): OUTDATED

tw/cw: mentions of transphobia, foster care / adoption

Rebecca is an English-born Indonesian. She's a pan demi-woman, and their pronouns are she/her and they/them (the latter also applies to EoSR!). She works in a school, as a school official (the ones who keep an eye on the school grounds but not the police), and latter as a counselor. They may be buff and strong but she has feelings. 😭 They is quite tall, taller than 5'6". She married Gordon in her thirties, who they met at the school they works at.

Gordon became the new principal when Rebecca had been at the school for a couple years. There were rumors going around the school that she picked up from a few students that they often speaks to. These rumors claimed that Gordon had been stripped from his previous job as a principal at another school and went under a different name. This was all false when Rebecca confronted him about it, which was their first private interaction. They has met him before but that was in group meetings.

Gordon is the oldest and only living brother of Scott (Flying Scotsman), though he's slightly shorter stature makes it seem like he's the youngest. He would take it as a compliment if Scott didn't rub it in his face though. All I have is that he's British or at least has lighter skin. 💃 He's also demiromantic straight. That's about it. Rebecca probably calls him some cat related nickname because of his face. (HE LOOKS LIKE A CAT, A PATHETIC ONE AT THAT. ESPECIALLY HIS MODEL ERA FACES)

Speaking of siblings, Emily and James aren't biological siblings. Emily's parents adopted James after his parents abandoned him and was taken to an orphanage, having been to two foster homes. He's much better now. I'm saying this rn because they're both black. Emily is a black British aroace cis-woman and James is a French-born Moroccan bisexual man. He hates his parents with a burning passion, who tried coming back into his life. Emily is 8 years older than him.

James loves doing drag. He's not letting anyone stop him. He also loves fashion, especially making it, which has led him to chase his dream of becoming a fashion designer. It's a very long journey but he knows he'll get there. Good for him! <3 Oh, and he does crotchet! He's been doing it since he was adopted. Mock him and you can expect him to start throwing shit. Don't disturb the crotecheting Jimmy. He also listens to Lizzo, Corneille, and Stromae religiously because I said so. But what James currently works as? Probably a bartender at a bar or cafe. Not much, but he's trying. :'D

Emily and Edward are childhood best friends, somewhat starting off as pen pals after Edward's family moved to back to Scotland for a couple years. In their teen years, Edward or Emily would make trips to visit each other. James heard and saw him but he never got to talk to him.

Speaking of Edward, when he came out, he believed his parents were supportive. The way they acted was becoming questionable up until he left. One day he tries calling them and he finds out his number was blocked. He tried numerous times before contacting his siblings, who tell him the truth. His parents were supportive on the outside just so they could get rid of him sooner. He feels very confused about it. Like aye, but naw? His parents haven't contacted him ever since he left to be on his own. He's still in contact with his siblings, starting a private Instagram to share stuff with them only.

How James and Edward met? I don't know. 🧍‍♀️Edward is 7 years older than James. In the old AU, they would've gotten married this year, which is my graduation year! :D My best friend pointed this out in a conversation the other day which I thought was pretty cute. It was not intentional.

Edward is also a white gay Scottish transman. He had top surgery and took hormone medication for a while. Edward is what I would consider an androgynous man, neither masculine not feminine, or he's a mixture of both. In this case, he's both. He wears whatever like James does. They'd probably wear dresses the same day because why not. Also his hair is red/ginger. 💃

I think that's it. These thoughts wouldn't leave me alone. 💀

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hihimissamericanbi · 7 months

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hiiii lantern, amber, & quilt please 🍂🎃🧡

Hi 🫦🫴🏼🫴🏼💦 (sorry) (🫦) (sorry)

🎃Lantern: best friend lore

Sorry babe you opened up the floodgates on this one.

I have several best friends and all their lore is remarkable. One of them I've known since I was four and we bonded over our love for spiders and playing dress up and wanting to marry each other instead of boys (ew). One of them introduced my husband and I to each other when we were all fifteen. We've all kept each other all these years and have survived a lot of shit. I quite literally wouldn't be here without her. One of them is my platonic soulmate I met as an adult and she is my James in that, there is no real word for what we are to each other but there doesn't really have to be. There's a lot of choice and intentionality in our relationship.

And this doesn't even cover the iron-clad relationships I have with several other important groups of people, who are all my family in every way that matters.

I have kind of a thing about friendships I think, about not being afraid to commit to them, to let the love in, to make all the long distance work. That's something I've learned about myself in adulthood.

And I think I also have to acknowledge my high school best friend here. We are still friends and love each other very much, but our relationship is different now from what it was fifteen years ago. Sometimes I wish I could tell her she was my first love, and I wish I had had the space and the language to have told her that back then.

😬Amber: Unpopular opinion

I really couldn't care less to debate fandom characterizations so I'll make this about something real bc it's my blog and I care about this.

TW: infertility, pregnancy, family separation, adoption, queer parenthood

I have learned a lot about the realities of the institution of adoption, things I didn't know until I started looking into it after I couldn't have biological children. After literal years of research, therapy, following and listening to the voices of adult adoptees, I largely don't support adoption, at least in the way most Americans/Westerners consider it. I am RABID about the intersectionality between children's liberation and queer liberation, not to mention all the other identities that overlap when you're discussing these topics: race, class, sex, gender, religion, etc.

*THIS POST IS NOT COMING FOR ANYONE I promise. Also, just to spell it out in case there was a shed of doubt, I do not believe a set type of person or people is better suited to raise a family than another. BEING A GOOD PARENT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR GENDER OR ORIENTATION. I just happen to occupy a very unique little corner of the evangelical>infertile>queer agnostic pipeline that gives me unpopular opinions on, say, a lot of adoption tropes in queer fanfic. Tropes i would have seen absolutely nothing wrong with before learning from adoptees. I am thrilled to point people to resources and activists in this space if you would like to learn more. I am also thrilled to ignore/block/delete anyone wanting to have an argument on the godforsaken internet. That's not for this page, pick another one 😊

Tldr: adoption tropes in fic and media in general---epecially baby-on-the-doorstep/infant adoption--is not a viable happily ever after ending for a queer couple to me.

Uh.... next question, I guess??

☕️Quilt: How I take my tea/coffee

Coffee. And it's oatmilk. Not picky but I do love a nespresso with oatmilk or a nitro cold brew with oatmilk. I have also been known to order a cappuccino.

Does anyone even want to play after that dumpsterfire

#this got... very far away from me #ask game #autumn asks #blackberry tag #thank you for indulging me i hope i didnt ruin your entire day with my bullshit #on friendship #finding queerness after infertility #TW adoption #tw infertility

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riahlynn101 · 6 months

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Whumptober Day Twenty-Seven: "Scars."

The prompt here is more implied than actually stated.

Trigger warnings: pregnancy and adoption (don't know if that's a trigger, but I'll tag it just in case).

Takes place in the FNAF movie universe, but it's vague enough that you can imagine that it takes place in the game universe instead.

Also, no spoilers in this.

I eventually want to make a longer story based on this, or at the very least, a version of this.

William’s son was born on a chilly autumn day in the middle of November. He’s nineteen inches long and six pounds, 4 ounces. Tiny and breakable are the two words he thinks, holding his son for the first time.

His head is covered in a thin layer of dark fuzz, and his eyes squint open to stare up at William. And he knows it’s foolish, but some part of William hopes his son recognizes him as his father. That some part of this child is connected, however unwillingly, to his flesh and blood. It makes what’s coming next a little more bearable.

His girlfriend cries silently, waving away the nurses who try to get her to hold their son. He feels like a monster. All this waiting for their son to be born, and they finally settled on adoption. It’s going to be hard, but it’s the right choice. It has to be.

Michael-that’s the name they decided on, and requested the family not change it. Not that they can do anything about it either way-will have a much better life. One that doesn’t involve overworked parents that can’t spare a second of attention.

Adoption wasn’t their first choice. Or their second, third, fourth, or even tenth.

It caused a lot of sleepless nights, tossing and turning, weighing out the pros and cons to their decision. But ultimately adoption won out.

His girlfriend and him just graduated highschool less than a year ago. They have no support-financial or otherwise-from their families. Not to mention how tight money is at the moment with William going to the local community college for business (a small sacrifice to make their lives better was how he phrased it to his girlfriend). And adding a baby on time of all that would break them.

People do it all the time, but neither of them have the strength, the patience, or the willpower.

But that doesn’t mean that they love their son any less. He’s small and fragile and perfect and theirs.

The time to hand him over comes too soon. A nurse patiently waits for William to hand him over. She looks almost sad, but maybe that’s his mind playing tricks on him. Empathy and sympathy are not emotions he’s well-versed in.

He looks down, one last time, at his child. His firstborn. His son. Michael.

William leans down until his face is near Michael’s. He speaks softly. The words are for his son’s ears only. A secret that will forever be kept between. “I’m sorry, little one.”

William Afton has never apologized a day in his life and will never apologize again.

The nurse takes his son into her arms, muttering something about the charge nurse being around shortly. He doesn’t know, the world feels unsteady.

William collapses in a chair next to his girlfriend’s bed. She’s fully sobbing now, unable to hold it in any longer.

Have a good life, Michael.

#whumptober2023 #no.27 #scars #tw adoption #tw pregnancy #fnaf michael afton #fnaf william afton #mrs. afton

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xythlia · 1 year

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it always irks me when ppl start saying incorrect shit about foster care/adoption bc as a former foster kid and an adopted kid I just wanna laugh at how wrong they are 99% of the time. like foster care in the us was constructed in such a way that it targets poor ppl & usually poor poc but what's more sinister is depending on the agency foster parents can fill out forms w their "preferences" for kids. like they can say they only want white kids. only kids that were raised christian. only kids below ten years old. there's lots & lots. when I was taken to the agency building the first time before they did anything else I had to answer about 100 questions about my background, religion, sexuality, ect and I was only ten. and that questionnaire was used to determine placement, not yk any real metric for gauging the appropriate fit for a traumatized child with mental health issues. then I was promptly told, while crying hysterically in the back of this caseworkers car that "you're never going home so stop with the water works". reunification is never the goal bc if it was these families wouldn't be put in positions where a judge tells them if they don't do xyz thing they will never see their children again when most times xyz thing requires resources a poor family wouldn't have to begin w so there's little hope right out of gate of getting their kids back. when I was eventually placed with the family that adopted me I was told to, quote, "lie cry scream say whatever you have to if you wanna stay here in our nice house with lots of food and animals you like. because you want to stay here right?" Like coaching kids to lie to the judge is just standard practice if the foster parents decide they don't want to have to give that child up & a judge will listen to those coached lies.

It's also even more sinister if a private agency gets involved (I was fostered + adopted through a private agency). bc they make damn sure those foster parents get those kids permanently if they say so, even if by all means that kid should be placed back with their family. at my adoption hearing neither of my biological parents were represented at the hearing for permanently revoking their parental rights to me. neither of them even knew that was happening. and I didn't know until I was older that that's illegal, they're entitled to at least having a lawyer present if they can't be physically present. so my adoption was technically illegal (which makes sense bc I looked into the rates and costs for adopting kids in our state & they're astronomical but my adoptive parents weren't rich so like how'd they adopt four kids then? bc the private agency was doing illegal shit & they basically got that stolen kid discount). Nobody even knew I had been kicked around between four different states all without any record of my "fostering" in all but one of them, again that's illegal.

anyways every single part of the entire foster & adoptive system is shady and purposely targets kids of color + kids from poor families and doesn't care about ruining their lives and if u believe differently ur actually delusional

#tw foster care #tw adoption #idk it gets me heated every time bc that shit is not sunshine & roses its deeply traumatic no matter how u look at it #not to mention how many racist ass families specifically take in poc kids basically just to traumatize them & abuse them #its sickening shit #𓏲 ࣪₊ 📎\ rambles

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salems-bitchtrials · 1 year

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hot top gun take:

warning: foster care, mentions of child abuse, adoption

jake grew up in foster care

he often bounced from home to home because he often stood up for his foster siblings and would fight abusive foster parents (he was also seen as difficult because he has adhd and autism)

this is how he met javy, they were foster brothers in a particularly bad home where they'd look out for each other and their siblings until they were both sent to different homes

when he was about 10-12 he was sent to live with the seresins (an old money, influential family in texas), who eventually adopted him

mr & mrs seresin couldn't have kids of their own

jake has a bunch of adopted siblings for different cultures, ethnicities, races

#top gun takes #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #tw foster care #tw child abuse mention #tw adoption

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bobapplesimblr · 2 years

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Styx: “My colleagues and I had thought of designing human-like machines long ago, as a group. But only when our biology-inclined colleagues brought up the hypothetical possibility of making human-passing androids did we think of all the problems we could solve. Our current objective is to tackle the adoption and foster care systems, making android families for the children that cannot find a family that will take care of them, or those who have suffered significantly in the hands of foster care and deserve a good and peaceful home. We have made extensive plans and tests to be certain that the androids we put out as a team and as a company are as human as possible, developing their own wants, their own likes, their own fears. An-”

Reporter: *interrupting* “If that’s so, what if an android decides that it doesn’t want to care for a child anymore?!”

Styx: *fuming* “Well, if you’d let me FINISH. The androids designed to care for children will not abandon them out of the blue. Like I said, they will develop their own wants, and we will let each one decide if they want to care for a child, or multiple children even. Making these androids and preparing them primarily for childcare will take it’s own time, it will not happen overnight, but as a company we wanted to be clear and open about our intentions. After hearing terrible gossip in the media lately we felt that we had to put our foot down and speak up in deffense of our project.”

Styx: “No, we are not making maid robots. No, we are not making sex robots. We are not making nannies, and we are not going after anyone’s jobs. We want to build families, not tear them apart. And that is our mission, plain and simple, to create safe homes and families for the children in need. For parents who are unable to adopt and have no biological means of conceiving a new generation. Countries where same sex couples are forbidden from adopting children, countries where single parents are forbidden from adopting children, countries where foster care is not implemented. Those are our current goals.”

*a moment of pause*

Styx: “I will also add that genetic tests are also under way, tests that will prove wether or not taking a sample of genetic code from two, or more, consenting parties can yield a coherent DNA chain that can then be used in the making of the androids. For those who would like to have a better chance of their new child looking like them, for those who might feel more comfortable or simply happy to have a descendant genetically linked to them, those are all matters we are exploring as we speak.”

#gen 3 styx #bobapplesimslegacy #MusicalTasteLegacy #the sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 #ts4 #Styx #androids #journalists #tw foster care #tw adoption #cw foster care #cw adoption

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imogenarnold · 1 year

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BIOGRAPHY | MUSINGS

BASICS.

character name: imogen marie arnold

age & dob: february 5th, 1998 (25)

gender identity & pronouns: female, she/her/hers

sexual orientation & relationship status: bisexual, single

residential area: seabrook quarter (coral cottage b&b)

occupation: ghostwriter/romance novelist

length of time in aurora bay: one month

traits: inspired, hypercritical

faceclaim: jodie comer

FAMILY.

grandmother: ruth arnold (deceased)

grandfather: alfie arnold

children: unnamed daughter (7, given up for adoption)

TL;DR.

If you asked her, Imogen would tell you that she'd been raised by both her grandparents and Nora Roberts. Moved to London for university to study creative writing, which she completed, despite falling pregnant her first year and giving the baby up for adoption. Attempted to put forth a novel, but due to the sting of rejection, ended up shelving the project and instead began to professionally ghostwrite. After a breakup with Lucky Lewis and the need for a fresh start, she is currently living in Seabrook Quarter and working (once again) on her first novel.

BIOGRAPHY.

tw child abandonment, pregnancy, adoption

the early years of imogen arnold's life were not the makings of the fairytale she often pretended they were

often dumped at her grandparents home for long stretches of time while her parents, two on-again-off-again young lovers, were in their off phases, only to be picked up a few weeks later as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever occurred

as she grew older, the amount of time between being dropped off at and picked up from her grandparents grew with her, the longest stretch of time being about...fourteen years, last left at the age of eleven

though she loved them dearly, her grandparents being older meant imogen was often left to entertain herself, finding solace in her grandmother's extensive romance novel collection and, when those ran out, whatever she could get her hands on at the local library

books became her escape from her real life circumstances, able to become whoever she wanted to be between the pages, and that power of transformation was one she not only wished to be transformed by, but wanted to create for others

you'd seldom find imogen those years without her nose buried in a book, or head bent over an open journal, pencil flying across the page. stories and stories, pouring out of her, ideas much bigger than she'd ever seen in their small english village

it's no surprise that her first year of university and a move to london brought forth a different side of imogen, coming to life in the hustle and bustle of the city, finally around people her own age, and inspiration around every corner

so, when halfway through her first year, she found herself staring down at a little pink plus sign, the result of a random one night stand...imogen could not bring herself to give up the life she hadn't even known she was missing out on all this time

she finished the term and managed to keep the pregnancy hidden from her grandfather, giving her daughter up in a private adoption to an older married couple, a decision she stands by to this day

finished out her university days and graduated with a degree in creative writing, using this time to travel while finishing up her first novel

it was around this time that she met and fell in love with lucky lewis, entering into what would be her first (and only) serious relationship

after attempting to get her first novel published, only to be met with rejection, imogen decided (in a bout of cold feet) to hold off on publishing under her name, and after some freelance work, began to establish herself as a ghostwriter

broke up with lucky a little over a year ago, for reasons mainly having to do with the discovery that he'd kept his own child a secret from her

odd that a devastating breakup is what inspired imogen to take another crack at her debut novel, though impossible to do while in london, the city holding too many memories

scoured many-a-travel blog before stumbling across aurora bay (a name that sounded oddly familiar, though she couldn't quite place it), and with her visa secured, moved to the states about a month ago

is currently holed up at the coral cottage b&b

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

@luckylewis's ex-girlfriend

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

quotable locals she's absolutely stealing dialogue from

people she could've met in her travels!

fellow book worms (she's either joining or creating a book club)

neighbors (either fellow coral cottage residents or surrounding neighbors)

drinking/coffee buddies

flings/one night stands/tinder matches

new friends

@aurorabayaesthetic

#about #aurorabay.intro #tw child abandonment #tw pregnancy #tw adoption

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agirlwithmagicpals · 1 year

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The mistake

After the incident at bean’s cousins wedding let’s just say fang has been overwhelmed by his own personal guilt even if bark jr were to comfort him(which is something he does a lot) and thus takes things more personally now than ever so whenever bark found out later on the week afterwards that a certain pregnancy test he took was positive he kept this well….to himself…. for a couple of reasons actually mostly involving fang boi’s family especially nack he really doesn’t deserve a grandchild after all the egotistical nonsense and narcissistic behavior he’s been using against his own son for so long.

Bean was of course offended by the fact that they were late but fang did indeed apologize to the guy although that didn’t seem to change the fact that bean was being a heck of a lot more supportive towards snowy now more than ever as the spent a lot more time together going around robbing jewelry stores, blowing up other baddies secret lairs, breaking and entering when nobody’s home, realizing that snowball has been vomiting 🤮 in the morning while also gaining tons of weight and sometimes just not feeling well.

WAIT A MINUTE-

Oh boy did things go down hill extremely fast….after quite a couple of weeks to a few months(5 months at the most)fang found out about bark’s strange symptoms and automatically suspected that the lack of protection in bed may have resulted in the poor polar bear’s misfortune.

next thing you know after bean went ahead and told fang about his concerns for the big fella let’s just say that a click went off in his head and my god almighty was he fuming 😡 although bark knew he could’ve just tried to prevent this from happening via protection in bed or have a discreet discussion with planned parenthood about ending the pregnancy 🫃 before things got out of hand or maybe even adoption but no he didn’t want to do nether one of those things cause he really really hoped they could somehow keep the baby when in reality it was already too late to reconsider from the get go due to both intersex related issues and karma not doing bark jr any favors whatsoever.

That wasn’t the only other thing that was not doing them any real favors cause next thing ya know a tiny unknown spy of egg man’s rats team hooligan out to the king of the acorn kingdom (which is a guy called king ray in my au) who was shaking with disgust at the thought of these dastardly people procreating to which bark jr defended himself and co. via letters which eventually became public knowledge ruining the reputation that they kept on for so long.

These guys were the first few mobians to find out first besides the king, and as well as sonic jr/flash wave although it wasn’t too long until these three told a certain witch the “good news” involving said scandal they’re the ones responsible for spreading it like wild fire 🔥.

you can only imagine what kind of chaos went down after that….

as the two knuckleheads needed to be there for one another now more than ever regaining there support system after all that guilt and frustration washed away any façade present and showing each other what kind of people they actually are before making up afterwards.

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pennyduckton · 1 year

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⧙ TERESA PALMER, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER︔ is that PENNY DUCKTON I see on Main Street? The 34 year old WITCH has been on the island for 4 MONTHS, humming the song BELIEVE IN LOVE by MARINA. They remind me of LOW GLOWING NEON LIGHTS OF A DEAD BAR, LONG BLONDE TRESSES BLOWING IN THE SALTY OCEAN WINDS, A TINY FLICKERING CANDLE IN A SEA OF DARKNESS.

quick facts.

FULL NAME: Penny Jasmine Duckton

NICKNAMES: Pen

SPECIES: Witch (she doesn't know)

AGE: thirty-four

BIRTHDAY: 15th July

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cisfemale & sher/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual

FAMILY: Mother (Deceased), Father (Unknown), Son (put up for adoption at birth)

RELATIONSHIPS STATUS: single

FACECLAIM: Teresa Palmer

HAIR: Long blonde hair past shoulders, usually in a messy pony, very rarely down

EYES: Sapphire blue - a lot of people comment how blue they are.

TRAITS: sarcastic, honest, loyal, funny, fearful, hot-headed, snarky

OCCUPATION: Bartender on Main Street / Training Therapist

bio.

Penny Jasmine Duckton was born in London - this time.

You know some people say they've lived before...well that is precisely the case with Penny. Centuries ago, in her first life, she was known as Elizabeth. She'd fled from an arranged marriage, her father wanted her to boost the family's standing so instead of getting trapped in a loveless marriage - she took to the seas and became pirate.

On her journey she met a man with whom she fell in love with at first sight. It wasn't too long before she discovered that he was a creature of the night, and the whole world of supernaturals was opened up to her.

Despite her asking, he refused to turn her into a vampire - and then it was too later, she was shot in a battle, dying in his arms.

Unfortunately, a witch who had a grudge against the vampire cursed the woman to be reborn every other generation, a doppleganger of sorts. They would always find eachother, and she would always end up dying in his arms. A cursed, eternal love.

Penny (as she is known in this life) has moved to Bar Harbor in the hopes of escaping her past.

When she was barely 18, studying in London, she met a slightly older man. He was a doctor, and she was absolutely swept off her feet with him. They were quick to marry, and before long she fell pregnant.

All seemed perfect, but one night Penny returned home to find the apartment soaked in blood, her husband's body was nowhere to be found. The missing's person case was never solved, and she fell deep into a depression. When her son was born, she couldn't cope with it. Although this angelic, beautiful baby was the only thing she had left of her husband, she couldn't bring herself to look upon his face. Her son's eyes were his eyes and it broke her heart every time she looked into them. And so she gave him away.

The guilt has been plagueing her for years, but even still she got on with her life.

She's always been slightly odd, running on a slightly different wavelength to everyone around her, dreams of things that would eventually come to pass...

About a year ago, she began to have dreams of a strange man, and a place...Bar Harbor...and she was shocked to discover, after a quick google search, that it was a real place. The dreams haunted her for months before she decided to take an extended trip... Now that she's arrived, she's unsure what the dreams were telling her...but she is soon to discover a power within - and a lover from the past - that she had no idea about.

undeveloped connections.

I would loooove for someone to help her realise she's a witch and help teach her the ways of magic.

#tw murder #tw missing person #tw adoption #tw blood #bio #sunken.intro

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I was 16 when I got pregnant. I was on birth control pills, but they don't work on antibiotics. My mom was in the room when the doctor asked if I was sexually active. I lied, so the doctor decided I didn't need to know.

I was 16 when I told the guy I'd been sleeping with for most of the year told me I should get an abortion. He wasn't my boyfriend, he wasn't going to care for this child, he wasn't going to marry me. I hadn't expected him to care, but I also didn't him to react so... confidently.

I was 16 when I scheduled my first OBGYN appointment on my own and they insisted I couldn't get in for five weeks. I didn't know then that they were stalling, ensuring I couldn't take action if I wanted to. At my appointment they said I was ten weeks along, two weeks past being legally allowed to terminate. I still wasn't sure what I wanted.

I was 16 when my pastor told me this hadn't been God's plan for my life. He told me God didn't want this baby. Suddenly I was terrified that God would take this away. I still didn't know what I would do with a baby, but I didn't want that.

I was 16 when my hips began to slip out of place as the baby shifted. I was 16 when people began to touch my belly without permission, to comment on how big I'd gotten and how I was carrying. I had even less control over my mind and body than I'd ever had before. I had to make a decision.

I was 16 when I picked a family out of a binder of generic profiles with my mom. I'd been through enough of the system to look at adoption skeptically. We decided on an open adoption, so we could maintain a relationship with him. I would know that he was okay. I still had almost 6 months until my due date.

I was 16 when I returned to school from summer break, obviously pregnant. I'd expected the same puritan shaming I'd gotten at church. Instead, I was shamed for choosing adoption. Freshman asked to adopt him like he was a puppy. My hips still slipped and I'd begun to lactate. I started homeschool three months later.

I was 16 when I sobbed in my bed for two hours because I hated the world. I was alone in the house with my thoughts and no support. I wanted to cut him out. How could I bring an innocent into this awful, evil world? I didn't care if I lived or died, but how could I subject him to this? And I hated myself for all of it.

I was 17 when we drove to the hospital in the early hours of morning in the middle of a snowstorm. I barely waddled myself in, leaning on my mother and snuggling my teddy bear. A few hours later my legs were being held up as someone shouted for me to push and my aunt fed me ice chips.

I was 17 when I held my son for the first time, knowing the family we'd chosen was on their way. I cried as they hooked him up to oxygen and wrote a name we helped choose on his chart. I sobbed that night as I held him again, knowing I could still change my mind but I wouldn't.

I was 17 when I watched the family we'd chosen take the boy I'd carried for ten months and two weeks away. My body was mine but it didn't fit anymore. I was still lactating, but it served no purpose. Insurance only covered six physical therapy appointments for my hips. People asked me when I was due, then asked to see the baby. I didn't know what to do.

I'm 31 now and he's 14. Even from a distance, I love him more than life itself. I don't regret anything, except my lack of choice. My lack of support and education. I don't know if I'd have done anything differently.

My hips still slip sometimes and the scar tissue from delivery gets irritated sometimes. I cry for the moments I missed with him. I cry for the moments I lost to other people's judgement. I cry for the young girl suddenly set adrift. Because the truth is

I was only 16

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lostandfoundfm · 1 year

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⸻ 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

if you’re hearing COME ON EILEEN by DEXYS MIDNIGHT RUNNERS playing, you have to know LUCILLE “LUCY” ARCHER (SHE/HER/HERS; CIS WOMAN) is near by! the THIRTY-THREE year old AUTHOR has been in denver for, like, THIRTY-THREE YEARS. they’re known to be quite IDEALISTIC, but being SPIRITED seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble EMILIA CLARKE. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those SEEKING BUT NEVER FINDING, BRIGHT YELLOW JUMPSUITS, POORLY PAINTED MURALS IN EACH ROOM OF HER HOUSE, and THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the CHERRY CREEK DISTRICT long enough!

hello, i'm lauryn! i'm twenty-two years old and currently reside in the cst timezone. my preferred pronouns are she/her/hers. i'm looking forward to writing with everyone! below is some information about lucy.

✗ ⸻ BACKGROUND

[ ! ] TRIGGER WARNING : adoption, mention of bullying, unhealthy relationships (codependency), running away from home, implied mental illness, breakup

0 0 1 ⸻ lucille archer is a denver native born in colorado’s capital to a single mother named eleanor. her adoption had been arranged since a month after eleanor found out she was pregnant. lucy’s father skipped out at the first sign of serious commitment, and eleanor didn’t feel mentally or physically equipped to raise a child, so lucy was placed with janie and craig archer. they had always had it in their mind that they would rather adopt than conceive a biological child, and thus little baby lucy was placed with them directly after her birth.

0 0 2 ⸻ janie and craig were relatively eccentric parents who had a fairly atypical parenting style. they treated lucy as more of an equal than their subordinate, taking into consideration what she thought and felt about decisions in the family. janie was an acclaimed artist whose work was featured in galleries around the country, while craig was an author who wrote mystery novels. the two were nomadic before lucy’s birth, but the arrival of their child kept them in place in denver. they didn’t want to uproot her, and lucy expressed discomfort with that from a young age, as well.

0 0 3 ⸻ while there were certain obvious things that lucy couldn’t do, her parents let her make her own decisions for the most part. if she wanted to attend church with a friend or start playing soccer, they didn’t question it. their idea was that lucy would learn something about herself in the process, or learn something about life that could be applied in some area. outsiders to the family thought that they were rather pretentious, but lucy grew up appreciating the way she was raised and the things she was surrounded by.

0 0 4 ⸻ janie and craig’s relationship was one that inspired lucy in many ways. she wanted to have something similar, something real. her head was full of beautiful ideas and wonderful notions, but she had trouble physically manifesting them. she would write them down as they came to her, but holding them in her hands didn’t ever bring her much joy. as a result, lucy grew up to be a hopeless romantic in many ways. she not only romanticized her relationships with others, but also life itself. it led to some joyous moments, but some harsh letdowns, as well.

0 0 5 ⸻ lucy had an average outlook on school; she didn’t really struggle with it, but much of it was monotonous. at her house, they were painting the walls every other tuesday and shamelessly failing at singing opera; school seemed dull in comparison. lucy was allowed to dress herself from a young age, and this wasn’t always met with positive reactions from her peers. if there was one thing that was well drilled into her, however, it was to be confident in who she was and what she wanted, rather than take into account what others thought she should be.

0 0 6 ⸻ having such relaxed parents may have not gone well for others, but janie and craig got lucky with lucy. she was receptive to her parents’ thoughts and statements while also taking into account her own. whether or not it was their intention, janie and craig raised an artistic, confident young girl who could surely take on high school with her head held high… right?

0 0 7 ⸻ wrong. high school tore apart many of lucy’s preconceived notions about the world, as it does for many others. lucy felt neglected by her peers, like she was an outcast. she really only had one friend, her closest friend since childhood, and she wanted that to be enough, but it wasn’t. this beautiful world she had created in her mind wasn’t quite rooted in reality. in reality, her crushes never really liked her back and she wasn’t often recognized for her strengths and talents. after a while, all of the positive affirmations from her parents just became white noise. she would think, well, they were her parents, they had to like her.

0 0 8 ⸻ lucy had always known she was adopted, and she was fine with that, but being rejected by the world as a teenager rocked that stability and security that she had with the idea. it wasn’t until age fifteen where she met someone who was enamored with her. they appeared to relate to her struggles and understand her way of thinking. it was a hell of a high for lucy who was finally getting her wish of having such a passionate relationship.

0 0 9 ⸻ it felt like it was them against the world, and lucy’s outlook on life had been taken to new heights. it wasn’t healthy, she would recall in retrospect. of course, they didn’t really know any better. they were caught up in it all, the whole first love experience. maybe a little too caught up in it seeing as how they devised a plan to run off together.

0 1 0 ⸻ it wasn’t a well thought out plan whatsoever. he could drive and she was able to scrounge up some money, so they took off toward texas. it was a whirlwind romance, she thought. what could be more romantic? only, the dream didn’t last. barely a week in, they were virtually out of money and growing weary. the idea seemed so grandiose and big and incredible, and now they knew that it was a stupid, impulsive thing to do. they were coming down from the ideas of running off and becoming their own people and taking on the world together and building a life, and they were left with reality.

0 1 1 ⸻ lucy was reluctant to let go of the dream that they had built and woven, but her partner had made his peace with it. they ended up back in denver only two weeks after running off. once the novelty had worn off, it seemed he didn’t want lucy anymore. he had told her that what they had was not enough, and she seemed to understand. it was a rush that they kept chasing, and when things stood still in denver, it was hard to keep the passion going.

0 1 2 ⸻ their adventure was one that impacted lucy in both positive and negative ways. she was able to let go of some of her fantasies, but sometimes she wondered what would’ve happened if they had stayed down in texas, put more effort into it. she’d imagine herself waiting tables at a quaint little diner where everyone knew her name, and… wait a second? what if she wrote about her fantasies?

0 1 3 ⸻ her parents’ suggestion was out of love and a little bit of concern. lucy had always kept a journal and a notebook full of her ideas, but she never really did anything with them. this new hobby of hers began to occupy most of her time, acting as a healthy outlet for her not so healthy thoughts. oddly enough, though lucy was a phenomenal romance writer, what she really loved to write was horror. stories of romance and drama came easily to her, so horror stories were something new and shiny in her sights.

0 1 4 ⸻ lucy found that when she channeled her creative energy into writing, she felt more comfortable in her own skin. the things that she had always beaten herself up for were now things that she felt as though she could entertain others with, maybe even make a profit off of. so, following graduation, lucy took a couple of creative writing courses and hunkered down in her bedroom at her parents’ house, writing away.

0 1 5 ⸻ outside of writing, lucy didn’t attend college, though she did maintain a fairly normal social life. there was still a sort of hierarchy in the “real world”, she found, but people outside of high school didn’t seem to care as much about your status or appearance. lucy had found some solid friends and enjoyed the denver scene, finding art and beauty in places where others couldn’t. as an adult, she still romanticized people and ideas, but she also had the capability to remind herself that they weren’t always realistic (most of the time, at least). still, it made life a little less dull.

0 1 6 ⸻ by the age of twenty, she had a book deal! elysian fields ended up being a breakout success, and lucy was shocked. everything happened so quickly. suddenly, they wanted a sequel, and what about a book tour? then, there was the movie deal. lucy had never expected it, and she had mixed emotions. in truth, it wasn’t a project she was super passionate about. it was a cliche young adult romance novel about the leading roles in a movie who read too much into their chemistry and fall in love. the idea came to lucy after she was met with a confused face yet again from her friends, who she would pitch her ideas to, and they gently recommended that she should write something that would sell. and sell, it did.

0 1 7 ⸻ it was quite a change, going from living in your parents house to being whisked all over the country. foolishly, lucy had allowed herself to be roped into a contract promising at least two more books. it wasn’t that writing the sequels was especially challenging, just that there were other things that she wanted to devote time to. but when she would pitch her other ideas to her publishing company, they would ask why she was trying to fix something that wasn’t broken. on top of that, her friends would remind her that, if she completed the series, she would have enough money to fund whatever else she may want to pursue.

0 1 8 ⸻ so, she rode it out. by the age of twenty-four, two more books in the series had been published. there was a one-off in there, too, but it mostly flew under the radar. when her deal ended, lucy felt relieved. she had made a substantial amount of money and acquired some level of fame and status, but the entire ordeal had worn her out. so, she bought a mediterranean style mansion in the cherry creek district that resembled one of her doll houses growing up, and spent the next three years of her life holed up in it.

0 1 9 ⸻ the first year was dedicated to fixing it up the way she wanted it. she hired a two-person staff and they helped keep things in shape while lucy decorated and altered things to her liking. by the end of it, the house was transformed. it would have to be redone if she sold it because it was far from the standard marketable house at that point, but it was hers and it was everything she could’ve asked for.

0 2 0 ⸻ when she looked around her home and saw nothing she wanted to alter, lucy was stumped. there wasn’t anything left to do, and she was then forced to process the last few years of her life. everything had gone by so quickly that she barely had time to adjust and catch up with herself. this year was rough and involved a few vacations, but very little socializing with her loved ones. people grew concerned for lucy, but she would insist that she was fine. she was just enjoying her wealth, she would tell them. it looked a little funny, though, that lucy seemed to be avoiding the house that she just spent a year fixing up. too quiet, too little to do, she would think.

0 2 1 ⸻ it was almost as though her growth was stunted and she was still that twenty year old sitting in her childhood room, writing and dreaming of recognition. that recognition and adoration that she had craved was not all it was cracked up to be, especially since it was recognition for something she didn’t quite think was worthy of it. lucy was at least thankful for the fact that people usually didn’t recognize book authors by their appearance, so she was often able to navigate through public spaces without having to face much acknowledgement.

0 2 2 ⸻ in the third year, she wrote. and wrote. and wrote. she had found an agent who believed in her, who was willing to work with her if it was horror that she wanted to write. this agent was her comfort, and the first person to really ground her. they told lucy that, even if that series wasn’t all that special to her, it was to others. lucy began to make her peace with it; she had evoked emotion in others, taken them to a different world through her words, spurred their imagination. it was really quite beautiful when she meditated on it. this year was about healing and growing. lucy learned to take it easy the year that she spent writing; too much chaos was evidently not good for her. part of her considered seeking out her birth mom in this year, but decided it would be best not to. she didn’t have really any unresolved feelings toward that situation, and she imagined, by the lack of communication, her birth mother felt the same. there was perhaps a small part of her that was curious, but she knew that her curiosity could be damaging, so she banished it.

0 2 3 ⸻ on her twenty-seventh birthday, lucy’s best friend had insisted on taking her out to a club, but lucy bargained for a board game night instead. so, they went out to find a new board game and lucy met someone that would alter the course of her life. they were intelligent, thoughtful, attractive. more than that, they had clicked right away. lucy had always given thought to the concept of soulmates, but hadn’t really entertained it until she met them. it was the true definition of love at first sight. the kicker was that lucy hadn’t gotten their contact information.

0 2 4 ⸻ cue a dramatic artist going to that same bookstore every other day for three months in the hopes of seeing them again. everyone around her thought she was bonkers, and lucy agreed, but she still made the trip. lucy would grab a coffee there each day and browse for half an hour; finally, a little over three months in to this seemingly hopeless endeavor, they appeared. of course, she was not at all transparent about the circumstances of them meeting again, playing it off as a coincidence. lucy finally got their contact information, and the two hit it off.

0 2 5 ⸻ there was a genuine compatibility and attraction between the two, and lucy thought: this is it. he didn’t seem to care much for her status, she thought, though it didn’t seem to hinder anything. perhaps she had romanticized things a little too much, but her partner reflected back that same infatuation. they would write each other love letters, be vulnerable together; lucy eventually even admitted that she would wait for them in that same bookstore that they had met at months prior. it was a fairy tale in her mind, until it wasn’t. they were in a relationship for a whole six months before it ended. the last month of it, things had begun to deteriorate. it seemed to boil down to a lack of communication, but they ended it with lucy. this crushed her.

0 2 6 ⸻ lucy felt entirely connected to this person, and thought it was shared. she was willing to work on things, but they did not wish to do so, or to even see lucy anymore. the mourning process was brutal for her. not only was lucy forced to grieve the loss of this person in her life, she also grieved their future, her future, that she had grown to see as an inevitability. it was peculiar to others, only six months together, and she was in shambles. it was just the kind of person that lucy was; she loved intensely. the year after the breakup was a bit of a blur. her goal was to get through each day, and she did with the help of her agent and her loved ones, but it was hard.

0 2 7 ⸻ approaching her thirties, lucy made further strides in her career. with her agent’s help, she was able to get some of her novels that she was more passionate about published. her foray into horror was relatively successful, though it was unlikely anything would ever match the success of her first series. she was perfectly fine with that.

0 2 8 ⸻ the past few years of lucy’s life have been somewhat of a drag. she has had a couple flings, adopted a couple cats, and gotten involved in some charity work. though she has mostly healed from her breakup five years ago, there is still a lingering pain from it. lucy has developed healthier coping mechanisms, she has many friends and family to rely on, and she feels established in this world. if she wanted to, she could’ve retired a decade ago, but work keeps her busy, keeps her distracted. that little spark in her has dwindled, but she is trying to rekindle it to the best of her ability.

0 2 9 ⸻ nowadays, you can find her in the cherry creek district, though she often ventures into rino when she’s feeling social. she doesn’t really fit in with the standard cherry creek residents. lucy can come off as eccentric and dresses in colorful, often somewhat childlike clothing. that romantic life that she so desperately desires? she’s still searching for it. but, for now, she is taking in the stability and enjoying the small pleasures as they come. getting her hopes up would be a bit too risky for her at this point in time, but you can usually still find her with a smile on her face. some would even describe her as a ray of sunshine at times.

tldr ; a denver native who is a hopeless romantic and accidentally became a best selling romance author when she really wanted to write horror. had her heart broken a couple times, but she’s trying to stay positive (secretly she is still searching for a beautiful romantic life full of wonder) kind of a strange lady but super sweet and nice to be around

✗ ⸻ PERSONALITY

0 0 1 ⸻ lucy’s personality has evolved as she has aged. that vibrant hopeless romantic that once existed is still very much there, but is a bit duller now. she tries to stay optimistic, appreciate the small things, and enjoy whatever stability she can find, but there will always be a part of lucy that wants more. the world is still a wondrous place to her, but reality has poisoned it in many ways, and she finds it harder nowadays to romanticize things.

0 0 2 ⸻ regardless, you will often find her with a smile on her face. despite her eccentric nature, people tend to gravitate toward lucy initially. she radiates an energy that brings people in, but can also push them out just as easily; some people find it hard to be around lucy’s intense emotions. she is incredibly passionate when it comes to her interests. if you were to view her simply from her activities (backyard tanning, sunday mimosas, attending plays), you might mistake her for entirely average.

0 0 3 ⸻ deep down, lucy is relatively unstable, which isn’t always hard to pick up on with her. she is a bit childlike in nature, but has a moderate maturity level for her age. as lucy derives a lot of pleasure from her relationships with others, she can be a bit impressionable at times, even gullible. if she’s frustrated, she often seems a bit more stubborn. this especially manifests in her persistence to avoid things she isn’t ready to face, even if that means she has to spend a year of her life fixing a house. at this point in time, lucy is kind of detached because she is tired of being disappointed and is trying to avoid hope.

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#. . . LUCY ✗ ⸻ ◞ 𝐢 𝐧 𝐭 𝐫 𝐨 𝐝 𝐮 𝐜 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 .#chq;intro #tw adoption #tw bullying #tw codependency #tw implied mental illness #tw running away #tw breakup

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