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mycreativitysblog · 1 year

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A2 GHEE, A NECESSITY FOR CHILDREN AS WELL AS KIDS!

Milk as well as its replacements have actually remained in our nutrition listing because time long past. Its substitutes such as ghee is not only a cooking area staple yet additionally the very first source of nutrition for babies and young children. Wholesome nourishment is critical specifically for children as it gives them the energy to take the primary step or even when they are crawling on their fours. You may have listened to just how our seniors stress feeding babies with foods made from desi cow ghee. Yet did you understand exactly how A2 ghee is beneficial for infants? Read this post to understand more:

What is A2 ghee?

Prior to we move on to the benefits of A2 ghee for babies, let us first recognize what is A2 ghee? Earthomaya A2 ghee is just ghee made from A2 milk. The 'A2' in A2 milk is nothing but a specific kind of protein that has dietary advantages, which we will talk about later on in the post. Interestingly, creatures consisting of human beings as well as cows produce A2 milk, which is why senior citizens emphasise on breastfeeding or including cow's milk in infants' daily diet. Foreign-bred cow milk consists of both A1 as well as A2 proteins, which can be difficult to absorb specifically for a child's delicate tummy.

Benefits of A2 Ghee for Babies

On the other hand, desi cow ghee, especially Gir cow ghee is made from a traditional hand-churned 'bilona' process which maintains necessary macro as well as micro-nutrients intact. A2 ghee is an abundant source of anti-oxidants, vitamins like B2, B12, B6, C, E, and also K, and omega-6 fats that are important for children' healthy development. Right here is exactly how A2 ghee helpful for babies:

Efficient food digestion as well as absorption

Wellness specialists recommend that an effective food digestion and also absorption of nutrients is vital for optimum immunity. A2 ghee help in the secretion of digestion acids that breaks down the food easily as well as removes toxins from the body. This boosts absorption of nutrients, thus advertising the healthy growth of the baby.

Maximum body sustenance

Ever before questioned why infants and also young children are massaged with desi cow ghee? Desi cow ghee being A2 ghee nurtures and oils body cells, making them more powerful. It is additionally thought that having a dose of ghee in the early morning on a vacant belly additionally boosts the procedure of cell rejuvenation.

Enhanced mind feature

This is just one of the major benefits of A2 ghee for infants. Consisting of desi cow ghee in babies' daily food nourishes the brain and the nervous system. It enhances their memory and concentration power, therefore improving their cognitive function.

More powerful bones

Children and young children have a breakable skeletal framework. Massaging their body with desi cow ghee makes their bones more powerful and reduces the risk of bone degeneration, thus helping them to take their first step from creeping on their fours.

Eliminates coughing and also cold

Babies are much more conscious alter in climate than adults. Thus, they may be more prone to cough as well as chilly. Making use of slightly warmed desi cow ghee as a 'nasal decrease' or applying it to their belly button can aid offer remedy for cough as well as chilly signs and symptoms.

In total amount, a growing child needs regarding 1500 calories a day. Those calories aid to retain the child's stamina as well as health. They additionally assist the child grow emotionally, physically, mentally, mentally and establish. Regarding 30% of the calories eaten by the youngster originated from the intake of food.

Excellent fat resources are the ones that will certainly benefit the child, so it is recommended to utilize not only ghee but Bilona, Organic, all-natural, genuine, A2 Pure ghee. Not just does Ghee aid maintain the infant's power, but it additionally aids to develop resistance and also memory power. We can call Gir Organic Ghee as Power Booster. A healthy and balanced ghee massage is exceptional for babies to get smooth as well as moisturized skin.

Health And Wellness Conveniences of Pure Desi Cow Ghee in Children

Child Massage: The natural moisturizing top qualities of Pure desi cow ghee aids keeping the skin of your child healthy, soft and also smooth. Massage done with pure desi ghee is best for infants physical health and wellness. It aids to strengthen the bones as well as muscle mass advancement.

Cream: Desi ghee functions effectively for dry skin in winter months which is commonly seen in little children. This completely dry skin can trigger skin irritability and also skin rashes to infant and they come to be unpleasant. Ghee functions as an all-natural cream for smoothing the skin of baby

Rich in Vitamins: Pure desi ghee is rich resource of Vitamin A, D, E & K. These vitamins benefit infants eyes, skin, health and also immunity. GirOrganic A2 ghee has all the high qualities required for better child development.

Helpful for Lactose intolerant baby: GirOrganic A2 ghee is 100% Pure and without contaminations, it is better choice for child than various other dairy products. It also has A2 beta casein protein that aids infant to increase its body immune system.

Strong Bones: Vitamin K in Pure cow Ghee helps in producing calcium in the body which is in charge of strengthening the bones.

Digestion: Ghee's saturated fatty acids are condensed fats and also can be conveniently taken in by the child's body, so there are no digestion pertaining to problems in child.

Gives power: An expanding infant needs a great deal of calories for his pursuit to discover the universe to start. To constantly be on the move, pure desi ghee can be the very best friend of your child when it comes to power supply. We can likewise call A2 ghee as incredibly power food.

Weight Gain: Most mothers bother with the undernourished of their baby. Although every kid is various, ghee is the option if you're searching for something to help your kid obtain some weight. It's a healthy and balanced means to obtain hydrogenated fats that can assist the baby put on weight.

Coughing and chilly Treatment: Because of temperature and seasonal variants, young children remain to get numerous episodes of cough and also cold. Massage your kid with ghee that has been warmed up with a couple of garlic cloves as opposed to connecting to medications. This will offer your child remedy for coughing as well as cold. You can use Organic ghee as a "nosal decrease".

You need to heat it extremely gently and also include 2 decreases right into your infants nose when chilly and also coughing is really high. This is very efficient. You can likewise make use of A2 cow ghee right into stubborn belly button as well. It'll most likely to each and every vein of babies body.

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kyidyl · 3 years

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why do you hate the grandmother hypothesis? and what exactly is it?

Oooo yay someone’s gonna let me go on my favorite bioanth rant. 😂 I also ask that you guys forgive the gendered language here, I just don’t really have better words to get this across.

So the grandmother hypothesis is a hypothesis about why human cis females undergo menopause. See, menopause is actually extremely uncommon. Iirc it’s actually unique to humans. Other animals don’t experience a cessation of fertility halfway through their lives. Given its uniqueness, the question has been “why?”. The grandmother hypothesis states that the reason for menopause is that the labor of older females is needed to help raise the young of breeding age females. That the influence of this need is so great that it led to a biological change at some point in our evolution that causes females to stop having children about halfway through their lives.

And we hates it.

It is some cis male fuckery and it’s bad science. First, it presumes that the single most important role females undertook in their societies throughout the *entirety* of evolution was and is child rearing. It ignores the presence of non-breeding individuals of all stripes and their role in child rearing (aka the “gay uncle” I mentioned in the previous post.). It ignores the role of men in child-rearing and presumes that they had no role. It ignores the biology of metabolism and its role in the growth of human children (the newest research says that the limiting factor in the growth of a human fetus is the mother’s metabolism not the size of the head vs. pelvis size as previously believed.). It ignores the importance of female non-child related labor and it assumes traditional modern gender roles have always existed. For all we know women popped out the kids, handed them off to the males to raise, and went right back to gathering and working. Like if you assume that hunting was the providence of men (something we have no evidence for, mind you, and cave paintings seem to suggest it wasn’t.), then they actually have a lot of down time. I mean hunter/gatherers had a lot more down time than farmers anyway, but when you only need to do your job a couple times a week then you have a LOT of down time. Whereas the gatherers would not. They have to obtain a lot more food than the hunters do, and they do it more often. So there’s no real reason to believe that mothers were tethered to their children beyond weaning, and even then there’s no reason to believe that they weren’t leaving behind a few well-fed and well-producing individuals as something akin to a wet nurse. I mean kinda doubt that’s what was going on outside of the children of a mother who couldn’t produce milk, but it’s still a possibility. See the thing that a lot of people - especially men and double especially the men who wrote the canon back in the day - tend to forget is how heavily humans as a species have always relied on communities. One person not able to produce enough milk to feed their child? No problem, this person over here lost theirs or is producing enough to support both children. It’s not like they were living in houses not speaking to their neighbors. No, they lived in small scale communities. The camp fire gossip must’ve been awesome. Anyway it assumes this division that makes no sense when you look at human societies from a perspective of small scale and close knit.

I suspect the real reason that menopause happens is tied to how the body’s metabolism changes as we age. We already know that estrus is tied to diet and body condition (ie, people who have an ED sometimes stop getting their period. Gymnasts and other athletes, too. Stuff like that.), so it probably is because at some point the metabolic cost of having a child is too high and the chance of birth defects and non-viable pregnancies also rises as you age. The real question here to me isn’t so much why do we stop producing offspring but why do we live so goddamned long? We’re one of the longest lived land creatures on the planet, and certainly the longest lived great ape. Like what’s that all about? When did it start happening? I bet it’s the cooking.....

#evolution #science #anthropology #asks #biological anthropology #cool stuff

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amor-immortalem · 3 years

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Everything Undesired chapter 7

Chapter 6

A/N: this is a more fluffy chapter but there could be angst if you squint hard enough. Also if you didn’t know, a while back I made a post about me headcanoning Asmo as Nonbinary using he/they pronouns with the ability to shapeshift into whatever form he/they felt most comfortable in for the day. I’m going to start leaning harder into it from now on. And if your just somehow seeing this fic for the first time, Mammon and Arella are referring to Cyrus as their son just to try to get Mammon to disassociate Cyrus from what the witches did to him and thankfully it seems to be working for them.

After Mammon had gotten Cyrus dressed- with little difficulty aside from some indignant squawking on the baby’s part- he just plopped down on the bed letting the boy lay on his chest. Arella joined them from the bathroom shortly. She tossed the towel in the hamper as she shrugged her jacket on as she looked at them.

“Here, give me the baby while you go and change out of your school uniform.” She says as she holds her arms out for Cyrus.

“Nah, I don’t mind going out like this.” He shrugged as he continued to lay there.

She stared at the demon before it dawned on her. “You don’t actually want to put our son down or give him up, do you, dear?”

“Pft whaaat? No. You’re imaginin’ things,” the Avatar of Greed turns his head away, blushing as he heard Arella giggling. “Hey, quit laughin’ at me.”

“I’m sorry,” she smiles as she calms down. “I wasn’t laughing at you, dear. I just never thought you would bond with him so quickly...”

He turned his head back toward her. “Ya think I have? He just seems so comfortable with me, so I didn’t want to move him.”

“Seems like it,” She sat down beside her mate. “He does seem comfortable, but he’ll be fine, I promise. So go change, m’kay?” She leans down to press a kiss to the demon’s forehead before taking their son from his spot on Mammon’s chest.

“When were you going to tell me he only takes an ounce at feedings?”

“Well, I was hoping that it was something that would go away the more he got used to taking a bottle... Satan suggested the idea of induced lactation and I’ve been looking into it. Your brother said he took about two ounces that first night when he was having breast milk... I’ve been working on it ever since he came home. He hasn’t put on any weight since he got here so I’m worried.”

“Ya still could have told me. I was really worried when I saw he only to an ounce when I fed him just now. Like no wonder he’s always cryin’, he’s constantly hungry...”

“I know, but you were already having trouble with Cyrus and your brothers and I just didn’t want to add to that.”

His eyes widened at that and now he felt guilty again. “Thanks, y’all have been really considerate on me bein’ so ridiculous.” He sat up. “And... thanks for trying to do this for him. I don’t know how long it’ll take until your milk comes in but I hope for his sake, it’s soon.”

She nodded. “I don’t think it will take much longer since I’m constantly caring for him. There are multiple times he’s latched on to me after deciding he’s done with the bottle when I’ve been half asleep at late night feedings. It might be tricking my brain into thinking that I actually gave birth to him and I need to start producing milk. Plus, part of the reason I want to go shopping is because my breasts have starting swelling and I need to get bigger bras so I can stop borrowing the ones Asmo uses when he takes a more feminine form. I know he’s been experiencing varying degrees of dysphoria because he can’t change his form on those days due to not having any bras to use.”

Mammon only hummed in response.

As if on cue, Cyrus started whining and pushing his face into her chest trying to find her nipple and latch on to it, signaling he was hungry once more.

“I’m gonna go change my clothes. Go ahead and try him. I’ll be back shortly.” He pressed a kiss to the human’s cheek as he got up and left.

“Okay... Here we go.” Naturally, she was a little nervous as this was something she hadn’t done before. Obviously, she knows it’s natural -first time jitters- but she’s more worried about whether or not she’s able to give milk yet.

She pulls her shirt up enough to slip her arms out of the sleeves and the bra straps and guided him to latch on to her. Cyrus started suckling quickly before slowing down once he managed to draw milk from her. Arella had to suppress a gasp at the sensation before feeling joy at the thought of being able to make sure Cyrus would be properly fed and no longer be hungry every half-hour.

As he fed, Arella started to run her hands through his soft, fluffy white hair. Once the baby was finished on one side, she grabbed a rag and laid him against her shoulder to burp him. He only needed a couple of pats on the back before burping enough to where his wanted to go back for the other side. She would only readjust him in her arms to let him continue as Mammon rejoined him.

“Did it work?” He looked hopeful, smiling as Arella nodded happily.

“Now I feel like I can really consider myself his mother.” her voice was filled with relief at the thought.

“What? You've always been his mother even if ya didn’t carry him yourself.” the demon rejoins his mate on the bed, nuzzling into her neck. “Yer such a fantastic mother. Makes me wish we could have kids of our own but...” He looked down at Cyrus for a moment, “there’s so much risk to you when it comes to your bearing children to a demon as powerful as I am... It makes me think that the risk would be greater than the gain.”

“Why’s that?” Arella turned to look at Mammon, catching the uncertain look in his eyes.

“The baby will parasitize your soul throughout the pregnancy and there’s no way to stop it from happenin’ . You’d have only a ten percent chance of survivin’, less if you’re carryin’ twins or triplets- and with your connection to Lilith, someone who was once an angel, the chances could be far less than one percent. You can survive if your soul is strong enough but that’s a risk I’m not so sure I want to take with you... if it's something that does happen, it’s a choice I’ll leave to you whether or not you choose to keep them since it’s your body and I won’t tell you what to do with it.”

She nodded at that as she leaned her head against his. It only took Cyrus a few minutes to finish feeding before he decided he was done. Arella only repeated the process of burping him.

“We should go now. There’s a stroller in my closet if you would grab it out for me, please.”

Mammon only nodded as he got the stroller out while Arella grabbed the diaper bag before laying their son in it. As they left the room, Asmodeus perked up from his spot at the counter, whatever he had been making forgotten the moment he saw his brother and Arella.

“You’re going out somewhere? I can watch the baby while you two have a date night?” His eagerness to look after his nephew was charming.

“Nah, that’s alright Asmo, we’re just gonna take him with us.”

“Oooh can I come with you then? I only just got back from the second layer so I haven’t really got a chance to see him.”

“That’s fine,” Arella smiled. “It’ll only be for a little bit since we don’t want to overwhelm him.”

“That’s fine. Let me grab my bag. I’ll be right back.” The Avatar of Lust rushed off to get the aforementioned bag.

“I think we should be careful with them. Asmo might just try to steal our son,” Mammon chuckled.

“Maybe,” Arella hummed as Asmo returned to them, ready to go as the three of them headed out.

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#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date?#obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon angst #mammon fluff #obey me oc #arella #cyrus #obey me asmodeus #om! asmodeus

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writersrealmbts · 4 years

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Clearwater Springs: Part 1

Description: ot7 x reader, reader’s choice, fairy/supernatural/soulmate au. The choices you make influence the story! In this world, war-torn and ragged, you’ve been offered a home and a job working as a librarian. Will you meet your soulmates? Will you ever find the shelves behind the piles of books? Who knows.

Warnings: None

Posted: 08/29/2020

Tags: ot7 x reader, supernatural bts,

5,111 words

A/N: Once I was actually able to write, this came out really easily. I hope you guys enjoy it and don’t forget to do the pre-chapter 2 survey (link at the end of post)!

You stared up at the house in a bit of a daze, still untethered. Still vulnerable.

“Isn’t it magnificent?! A real masterpiece, this house.”

You glanced at your over-enthusiastic caseworker, then looked back up at the grand Victorian house, wondering if the inside matched the outside, and why such a grand house was way out in the middle of nowhere. Why its owner would offer to take in strays, misfits, and others in need of a new home after the recent war when they were obviously still doing well despite the near economic collapse.

Your caseworker was practically bouncing up to the house, making you dizzy as he jostled the itty-bitty fountain you were temporarily tied to.

But you’d been dealing with that for a month, and you were getting pretty good at walking a straight line while the world appeared to spin around you.

“Now, if you and he agree at the end of the day, you’ll be tethered to a natural spring and the creek it runs into nearby, and you’ll stay in one of the spare rooms and you’ll help him organize and keep his library, which he runs as a traditional library—when organized—for some of the locals.”

You didn’t bother responding since he didn’t seem to be looking for a response, instead heavily trodding up to the front door as he rang the doorbell.

“Also, to simulate what life will be like, I’ll be leaving you for the day once I set your fountain down in a safe spot.”

“You said,” You murmured, closing your eyes for a moment, feeling yourself swaying from side to side. As a xana, you were originally tethered to a fountain many miles away, but as the war reached that town, your fountain had been damaged and your original workplace—a large library where you specialized in the children’s section, reading to them and singing your songs—utterly demolished. Because the fountain wasn’t completely destroyed, you survived. An experimental spell and three weeks later and there you were, standing on the steps of the home of a human where you would be exchanging work for a place to sleep and food to eat. You didn’t even need that much food, about a meal a day was enough for you when your tethered place was healthy and strong and not being jerked around like a dog was playing tug-of-war with it.

The front door opened, revealing a man with pink hair. “Hello, you must be Y/n. We’ve been expecting you. Welcome to Clearwater Springs.”

“We?” You asked, glancing at your worker.

The human did as well. “You told her about the house’s haltija, right?”

You relaxed. “Oh. Just a haltija?”

“Well, he’s also half-brownie, but thankfully that only manifests in the occasional clumsy or destructive moment. He’s quite friendly, though, and very fond of the forest,” The human spoke quickly, as though afraid you would pass negative judgement on the haltija—creatures who were known for guarding and protecting—for having brownie blood—admittedly, creatures who could become troublesome when disrespected, but otherwise also keepers of the home and chore-doers for the kind.

“I’m sure he’s very kind and gentle,” You replied.

“Right. And you’re a xana?”

You nodded.

“And...I’m sorry, I’m not sure what exactly that is, other than the fact that you’re generally tied to some form of pure water, like fountains, springs, rivers, waterfalls….”

You nodded. “I’m originally from a fountain. Um...I’m not sure how to explain what I am.”

Your caseworker took that hint. “Oh! Right, well, they seem to always know virtuous hearts through some test or other—though no one ever seems to be able to pin down the test—um, they have enchanted songs that bring feelings of peace and love to the pure and could almost kill those who are impure. Um, let’s see, she has combs made of moonbeams and sunlight, respectively. Can’t completely care for babies, but once they can feed themselves she’s fine.”

You frowned, fighting yourself not to glare at him. Your species couldn’t produce milk, so in the old days—before there was formula—it was a sort of changeling situation. A Xanino would replace a human child. Terrible, but true. Nowadays, most xaninos were adopted by naiads or other nature or house spirits—because now it was scandalous to try and raise your own child as a xana.

“Oh, she has treasure, but who knows where she keeps that—”

“It’s enchanted, you’re not supposed to know where I keep it,” You muttered, even though he wasn’t paying any attention to you.

“And she can give you a drink that we call ‘Love water’. Couldn’t tell you why, and I’ve never seen her hand it out. Think that’s it. Here’s her fountain, I’ll be back at sundown.”

The human almost dropped the fountain that was shoved into his hands, and if he wasn’t so surprised you thought he might have yelled at your caseworker.

But the car peeled down the driveway again, kicking up dirt.

You stared after him, a little disconcerted. “Mages.”

“Um, well, we’ve been preparing for your arrival. We’ve gotten the basement bathroom renovated so that you can shower or bathe in the waters of your spring when you need, and your bedroom is ready for you. We thought you’d prefer to decorate it with your things...but looking back now I probably should have known you wouldn’t have many things. It’s a hard time for everyone,” The human rambled, rubbing his neck. “Oh, I’m Seokjin, by the way.”

“Oh, yes, I suppose your name would be important. I’d hate to be rude and just refer to you as ‘The Human” when you’re my boss.”

Seokjin looked startled at the title. “I’d rather think of it as a partnership. I’ve been told I shouldn’t live alone, and you needed a new home. Also, my library is out of control and I have no idea where to start—I mean, other than the new library building that we just finished. Don’t worry, it’s very close to your water source as well, but your spring is still highly protected.”

You just nodded, wondering why he didn’t stare like most humans did. You were beautiful—that was one of the key points of defining a xana: being extraordinarily beautiful. Xana’s were considered more beautiful than any other species—and only a few other species even tried to contend with it since yours was more rare, and therefore more worth the attention.

“Um, let’s get inside so I can set this down. We’ll make sure Namjoon steers completely clear of it.” Seokjin stepped back and leaned his head in a gesture that suggested welcoming you inside and to follow him.

He led the way through the entry, and then to the living room through the arch immediately to the right. He took the fountain and placed it on a table that was against the wall—out of the way of general traffic. “There. Now, Namjoon should be around somewhere. Probably the garden, he likes it out there. But for now let me show you the house, including where you’ll be staying and then we’ll go and talk about the library. There’s a lot of work that I want to do, Namjoon is heavily involved in that too. He likes books, but between us...we don’t really have the skills to put what we want into action—which is why we’re really excited that you’re here.” He started the tour.

“I’ll do my best to h-hell, what is this hell?” You said, looking at the mess. It looked somewhat like a library, except you couldn’t even see the shelves. It was just piles upon piles of books, newspapers, journals, magazines, and comic books with a thin path between it all.

Seokjin winced. “It is...mildly organized. We’ve been receiving donations. Don’t worry, there will be a bigger place, we mostly just need to pack all of this up and move it to the new facility in an...organized fashion.”

You pointed at the mix of magazines and books. “This is organized.”

“I did say somewhat, didn’t I? We had a large influx of books very suddenly. Things got very messy in the chaos of it all. I think they were sending us books from destroyed libraries.” He shrugged a bit. “Don’t worry. We’ll be helping at every turn and I’m bringing in extra workers from town as needed.”

You supposed that was supposed to be comforting, but you were staring at a nightmare of a situation. One toppling tower, and there was no navigating through.

“Hyung? Is that you?” The pile asked.

Then it was all falling over and someone was diving out while Seokjin pulled you against the wall and out of the way.

Seokjin sighed. “Namjoon. Our guest is here.”

The man with blue hair looked up, then back at his legs (which were trapped under many books), then back at you. He stared at you with big eyes, looking a little flustered.

You took a deep breath. “Well, that is exactly what we didn’t want to happen.”

“Yeah. Namjoon, didn’t we talk about not going in there?” Seokjin bent down and grabbed Namjoon under the arms and pulled him out from the pile, helping him to his feet.

“I just wanted the next book in my series.” Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck. “I was doing okay until then.”

Seokjin shook his head a bit. “Namjoonie, this is y/n. She’s the one that’s going to stay with us and help with the library?”

Namjoon was definitely already staring at you, and he looked a little flustered and red. “Hi.”

“She’s a xana. Y/n, this is Namjoon, the haltija of the house.”

“Uh, nice to meet you,” Namjoon said hurriedly.

“Nice to meet you, too,” You replied, trying for a smile, but you were pretty sure you just gave him a woozy look.

“Maybe you should lie down before we continue the house tour? He was jostling your fountain around quite a bit.” Seokjin frowned toward the front door.

Namjoon nodded. “He’s right. You need rest. I can tell.”

You shrugged. “Nah, the world is supposed to be constantly spinning.”

“Should I carry her? Should I carry you?” Seokjin asked, sounding and looking a little panicked.

You shrugged. “I’m fine. This has been my life for the past three months.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened.

Seokjin looked like he was going to have a meltdown.

“Unless you’re going to have a panic attack, in which case you may carry me if it will help you,” You said quickly, concerned with how quickly he was freaking out.

Namjoon glanced at the human, then nodded. “I think that might be the only way to stall him out. He’s not wearing his glasses.”

You shrugged again, uncertain what not having glasses had to do with anything, and waited while Namjoon muttered something to Seokjin.

A couple moments later, Seokjin came over, muttering something about being sorry, then he carefully scooped you up. “Sorry, your dress is a little slippery. Silk?”

You nodded. “Yeah. My clothes just sort of...appear as I need them? Usually made of silk, but sometimes there’s a velvet cloak when it’s colder. Some linen when it’s warmer. Always dresses.”

“Cool,” Namjoon said, following the two of you up the stairs.

“I suppose so,” You replied, doing your best not to look at Seokjin. He was handsome for a human. And you’d never seen a non-fairy pull off pink hair before today. He had a sort of gentleness to his face, a softness that could easily become cold and judgemental. If that even made sense.

But honestly, there were very few things that made sense since the war had begun some ten years ago.

“Why is your hair blue?” You asked the haltija, looking over Seokjin’s shoulder as you realized you had been looking at him despite specifically thinking you shouldn’t and only noticing because his ears had started turning a violent shade of red.

“Oh...uh...we’re not really sure. It just sort of...changes now and then. A few days ago I woke up and it was this color. Before that it had been brown.”

“Did you two paint any part of the house?”

“Well, not in the same time frame as my hair color changing. And definitely not this color. Jin-hyung has this crazy theory that it’s connected to my soulmate or something.”

“You have a soulmate?” You asked, surprised.

He nodded, rubbing his left shoulder-pectoral area, which meant either his mark was located there or he had some muscle pain from his dive for freedom in the great August book-slide. “Yeah. Or...well, I have multiple sections in my mark...so, I guess I’m part of a soul-group. Probably a platonic one given my species.”

“You never know what’s waiting around the riverbend,” You replied, thinking back to Grandma Loire’s wise words when you had been fretting about the war. Granted, at that time, her words had been very wrong, but you wouldn’t begrudge the dead for their mistakes.

But also thinking about your own soulmark and the multiple parts in it. You were certain it was just a coincidence, but it was still an interesting fact that you filed away.

“You sound like a naiad,” Namjoon snorted.

“A naiad told me that. She was very wrong at the time. Told me not to worry about the battle in Manhattan.”

“Ooh,” He winced. “Very wrong.”

Seokjin held onto you a little tighter. “Where did you live before this?”

“Rocamadour. Our library was new when I started working there. Before there were a couple but they were in some towns over.”

“Where is that?” Namjoon asked.

“It’s in the Alps,” Seokjin answered, then paused at the top of the stairs. “Get the door?”

The door swung open before Seokjin had finished asking.

You craned your head to look at Namjoon, suddenly concerned with your privacy.

He held up his hands. “I can open doors and windows, I can’t see through walls. I can also hear things, if you want me to. If you want me to hear, just knock or tap your foot three times and I’ll listen.”

You nodded slightly and relaxed again.

Seokjin carried you into the room, which was painted such a calm color. The bed was a queen-size, and it was soft when he lay you in the middle of it. The top blanket was velvet-y and so, so soft.

Namjoon gave you a smile when you let out a sound of appreciation.

Seokjin smiled at you. “Well, I’m going to find out whether he’s coming back to check in on you tonight or not while you rest, then we’ll go over other things and go to the spring. Feel free to go anywhere in the house, as long as it isn’t one of our bedrooms. Mine is on the first floor, Namjoon’s is across the hall. Food in the kitchen is up for grabs unless it’s in the meal-plan that I have on the fridge. Oh, that door there leads to your bathroom, the one next to it leads to your closet, and this third door leads to your sitting room or office or whatever you want to use it for. We’ll let you nap now.”

Namjoon dipped his head as Seokjin pushed and pulled him out of your bedroom door.

You stared at the closed door for a moment, then lay back. You were still so accustomed to sleeping on your fountain or in your fountain that this felt weird. But it felt weird in a heavenly sort of way. You slid up and then managed to slide under the covers, a little excited about the silk sheets. It was so nice.

So heavenly that you woke up feeling so refreshed that it had to be illegal. Sure, you still felt a little off (because the fountain you were temporarily tethered too wasn’t the greatest), but you felt much better than before.

You slid out of the sheets, enjoying the feel of the hardwood on your feet as you cautiously checked out your bathroom, closet, and sitting room (which only had an armchair and a small sofa). Once you had tested the seats (because you had to know which would be your favorite, it was the armchair), you ventured out into the hallway.

Namjoon’s door was open, but you didn’t hear anything in there, so you decided not to bother him.

Instead, you headed back the way you had been carried, looking around for more detail.

The structure of the house, the woodwork, the moulding, the baseboards and the stairway all had a distinctly Victorian style, and all were likely original to the house. But the design was more subtle, softer, and more contemporary in the coloring and the furniture. It was a nice sort of mix that gave the house an air of elegance that was refreshing. You’d been in some victorian-style homes before and they had been so overwhelmingly Victorian that it was like you were trapped in England in that time period and about to choke on a piece of jellied eel.

You avoided the pile of books spilling out of the library (but did notice that they’d been somewhat cleaned up), and checked out the living room again with the ulterior motive of checking on your current fountain.

The style was even more contemporary there, yet still paid a nice homage to the house. A monochrome color scheme, with pops of color in some of the throw pillows and delicate accents in the artwork.

Your fountain looked cleaner than ever and had a healthy amount of water in it for once, which you honestly felt boded well for you. There even seemed to be a new coating of pebbles at the bottom of the small basin.

You flinched as a cat hopped up onto the table next to the fountain and took a drink from it. It was young, a long-haired calico, so soft and pretty looking.

You let it sniff your hand, humming softly before you carefully picked it up. You snuggled it, happy when it seemed to revel in your attention, even seeking it when you started looking over the books that were seperated from the library and on the shelf beside the fireplace. There weren’t many, but you recognized one or two of the titles, and the taste there seemed to vary widely. You figured they were probably books from both of the boys, and left them as they were to go try and find the kitchen for a glass of water.

The office was nearby, but didn’t look like it got used as an office very often, but definitely seemed to have a gaming station in one corner.

You found the billiard’s room next, noting that there was a ping-pong table folded up in a corner. It seemed pretty abandoned, clean, but not nearly as used.

Then a smell permeated the air, drawing you back toward soft noise and even softer humming, murmured conversation and the sizzling of something cooking.

You peeked into the large kitchen, smiling when you saw Namjoon reading in one corner, and Seokjin cooking at the stove. Namjoon seemed to be explaining the book to Seokjin, quietly passionate about it.

Seokjin was smiling and humming, possibly more focused on what he was cooking, but still seeming to hear what Namjoon was saying.

“Smells good,” You said quietly, slipping completely into the room. Trying not to disturb the aura.

Seokjin turned and grinned at you. “Hey! You look like you feel better.”

You nodded. “That bed is heavenly. And thank you for cleaning the fountain.”

He shrugged. “It looked like it had been neglected for a while. Namjoon found some pebbles for it as well because he read that once they’ve been exposed to the tether it can make a transition easier, theoretically.”

Namjoon looked embarrassed, rubbing his neck. “I figured it couldn’t hurt to try it out.”

“That was very thoughtful,” You told him, smiling at him as well.

He was bright red after that.

Seokjin chuckled. “I’ll have dinner ready soon. Then I thought we could head down to the new library building, and then maybe go into town. There isn’t much, but I do need to pick up some things.”

You took the seat that Namjoon offered. “That sounds like a plan. Who’s the kitty?”

“Oh, that’s Parsley. She followed us home one day and has been here ever since.” Namjoon pet the cat carefully. “She’s a good mouser, so we just sort of created a pact that as long as she keeps us pest free, we’ll keep her pest-free.”

“She’s a cutie,” You said, pressing your cheek against the soft fur and enjoying the soothing vibrations of her purr. It was just one of the many things that made you feel so comfortable here. That and both men seemed relatively impervious to your enchanting beauty, which was refreshing. It gave you hope that this would work out. That you wouldn’t always be free-floating.

“She is. Do you know anything about this bird that practically forced it’s way into our house?” Seokjin asked, pointing toward the ceiling.

You leaned to the left to look at the little black and white fluff-ball. “Was wondering when he would show up. He’s been following me for a while. Don’t know why, but he seems to have formed an attachment. Whether he feels like conversing is a completely different matter.”

“Does he have a name?”

“Not that he’ll tell me.”

Namjoon started laughing.

Seokjin gave you an exasperated look. “What do you call him?”

“Fluffball, marshmallow, cotton swab, cotton ball, cotton candy, fairy floss—he really doesn’t like that one—squishy, fluffy, Caspar, and Leo.” You shrugged. “Like I said, he won’t tell me his name. Just what his name isn’t.”

“So, none of those are his name?”

“Well, fairy floss isn’t. I’ve gotten to the point where I think he’s just waiting for someone else to settle on a name for him—preferably one he likes.”

“And until then, he’s just going to come and go as he pleases?”

You shrugged again, holding it for a while.

Namjoon was still laughing, his smile revealing some adorable dimples.

“So...is he a magical bird?”

You looked up at your feathered friend, and resisted the urge to shrug once more. “Maybe?”

Seokjin huffed. “What does he eat?”

“Haven’t the foggiest. He always leaves to eat. Sometimes I’d see him eating bird-seed, but mostly he just flies off and comes back well-fed. I think he eats insects.”

“Great. He can deal with the mosquitos.” Seokjin spared the bird a glance, then dished up the food. “The store might have some insects we can get for him, just in case. You never know. They always have weird things.”

“Really?” You looked forlornly after the kitty as it leaped off and disappeared through another doorway. “Is it a magic shop?”

“Well….”

“We told you that Jin-hyung is the only human in town, didn’t we?” Namjoon asked, eyes widened slightly. “Everyone who lives in the area is magical to some extent, except for hyung.”

You shook your head, a little stunned. “No. No you did not tell me that.”

But man was that an idea to wrap your head around.

Seokjin shrugged, having plated up the food. “This is a pretty popular place for refugees. Sort of remote and accepting of different species. A nice place to make a fresh start.”

“But...you’re the only human. Doesn’t that get...I don’t know...lonely?”

He blinked at you, then shook his head and shrugged. “No? I have Namjoonie, and now you’re here too. And yeah, I’m outnumbered, but they’ve never held my species against me. I mean, that’s probably because I did sort of pay for the whole town, which isn’t much. But more people come each day, and some people move on to other places once they’ve gotten back onto their feet. It’s like an adventure, meet some new characters, help them on their journey, then return home to sleep in a big, soft, bed with a full belly.”

And maybe the look of genuine happiness on his face was just a little too alluring.

Maybe you were just desperate to belong somewhere, because when he included you...it was like the world lit up.

And no, you were not tearing up.

His hand covered yours, warmth spreading from his touch to the mark that was hidden under the sleeve of your dress as he smiled warmly at you. “I really do hope that this place becomes your home. Everyone deserves to have a home.”

And then he was moving away, maybe not even aware that he was one of your soulmates since he was human.

“Come on, let’s eat.”

Namjoon quickly complied with Seokjin’s words, but you were slower to follow, trying to figure out how all of this had come about.

“I heard that a new van full of people arrived yesterday, so I want to see if I can meet any of them. See if we still have enough housing for everyone. That might mean a couple people staying with us in the house if there isn’t enough housing. Is that okay?”

You nodded, just following their actions, but not taking as much food as they did. Mostly because you didn’t need much food to survive, but it smelled good. So good, and Seokjin did cook it himself.

“Alright, then it’s a plan. Eat, see the new library, go to the store, meet people, come home.” Seokjin nodded firmly at the end of the list, then seemed to remember something. “And talk to your mage-handler and see about tethering you to the spring. That’s probably more important. We can do the other things tomorrow if we have to, but the tethering should be done sooner rather than later. That is, if you want to be tethered to the spring. You wouldn’t necessarily have to live here your whole life, we could always get you your own home, it would just—”

“Living here is fine, and yes, I would like to be tethered to the spring,” You said quickly, noticing how his speech was deteriorating. “I just have one question.”

“Oh?” He looked so genuinely concerned, leaning forward in his seat.

“Namjoon said you wear glasses, so...have you actually seen me?”

Namjoon snickered.

Seokjin’s ears turned bright red. “Um. Yes. Yes I can see you. I have seen you. I’m seeing you. I, um, I put in my, um, contacts. I can see you quite clearly. Also, I could see you when I was closer. Just, not after a certain distance. And yes, we do plan on actively protecting you when we go out.”

You nodded. “Just curious.”

Namjoon paused after swallowing. “The mage is back.”

Seokjin sighed. “So, town tomorrow then. I’ll go let him in. I suppose this means I need to offer him dinner?”

“That would be the polite thing,” Namjoon said, gleefully.

Seokjin muttered as he left the room.

“He’s...unusual for a human,” You commented.

Namjoon nodded. “Yeah. He is. But he’s one of the best human’s I’ve ever met. We’re really glad you’re going to stay with us, Y/n. I hope you never regret your choice.”

“I hope so too.” But you didn’t think you would.

Namjoon turned toward the door, eyes narrowed slightly before rolling his eyes. “Can you help me cover the food? Apparently Mr. Mage is insisting on doing the tethering now if you agree to it.”

You rolled your eyes and got up to help him cover all three plates and the platters and bowls with tin foil to possibly retain some warmth. You highly doubted you’d be eating again that evening since tethering made you impossibly nauseous and sleepy. “I won’t be very coherent after the tethering.”

He nodded. “We’ll make sure you get back here and into bed safely, or into the tub downstairs.”

You nodded, then followed him out to where Seokjin was listening to your mage, looking strained.

“Ah, so, have you decided whether you wish to be tethered to the spring here or not?”

“I have decided to be tethered, yes.” Anything to not be in his careless hands anymore.

“Excellent! I’ll get the fountain!”

“How about I grab it, that way your hands are free to do the actual spell,” Jin quickly intervened. “Namjoon can lead the way back to the mouth of the spring.”

You breathed a sigh of relief as the mage agreed to it. At least Seokjin would be careful.

“Alright, then lets head to this spring! I’d love to be on the road before dark.”

Namjoon’s chin jutted out slightly.

Seokjin just gave a pained smile, nodding. “Yes. Driving after dark is a pain. Namjoon. Lead the way.”

And you weren’t about to tell on Namjoon when you saw one of the floorboards pop up to trip the mage, because you kind of felt somewhat vindicated.

The forest around the house was made up primarily of spruces, firs, pines, and hemlocks with birches, oaks, and red maples popping through here and there. The path that the four of you took (with a little fluffball following overhead and a calico furball following behind curiously) was discreet, yet also fairly well-worn. As though walked often, but also well-cared for.

It was quiet, with varying degrees of density—some areas providing a wide view of the rest of the forest, and other areas being so dense that you couldn’t see a foot past the nearest tree.

Namjoon followed the path for a while, then diverged into the forest down what appeared to be a game-trail, something not walked often.

Then you could sense the water. It’s purity, it’s cleanliness. Free and untethered.

The creek was beautiful, and all of you followed it to the head of the spring.

You grinned when you saw it, a thrill going through you. It was beautiful and so clean and lovely and it was going to be yours.

Seokjin set your fountain down so that the mage could prepare the spell, then came over to you. “You’re sure about this?”

You looked into his eyes, the eyes of one of your soulmates, and nodded. “I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled, a little more carefree now.

You hoped you’d have the courage to talk about soulmates with him someday, but today you were going to have your soul ripped from a tiny fountain and sewn back into a spring. You only had so much courage.

And then the mage started the spell.

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Whoops-meet Seokjin first, Oh No-meet Namjoon second, LaLaLa-C (some friends, some strangers), Loyalty-Soulmate au, Black-War tore through and you're all in relief housing situation.

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years

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I JUST GOT HOME FROM WORK AND SAW YOUR POST SO I HOPE I SENT THIS IN IN TIME, BUT DADDY!CLYDE TRAINING HIS BABYGIRL TO LACTATE WITHOUT BEING PREGNANT (BECAUSE THAT IS 100% A CLYDE KINK) AND BEING SO PROUD OF HER WHEN SHE FINALLY STARTS PRODUCING AND HE CANT STOP SUCKING ON HER TITS. OKAY LOVE YOU BYEEE!!❤️❤️

@clydesfavoritegirl SO, I HAVE BEEN WRACKING MY BRAIN ABOUT THIS AND I HAVE A WIERD THOT ABOUT IT.

So, little fun facts about Sara, I have had a baby (she’s five now), I breastfed for about a year (very hard to keep up), and I have also donated my eggs for other people to have babies in the future. All of this mentioned above is not easy to accomplish and requires patience and willpower to do.

Any way you have a child is valid no matter which avenue you are given in life. If you want kids by all means have them, if you don’t that’s totally and completely fine. If you want to use formula to feed them, do it queen all the power to you, the same goes for breastfeeding. Adoption is just as important as shooting baby out yourself and surrogates are true angels in my eyes. I had not considered this lactation thing until I did research on it, because I really wanted to know if it was possible to accomplish, and it is.

Upon my research I saw that it takes months and months of hormone therapy to produce milk without being pregnant and even then, doctors prescribe it for couples adopting and or trying surrogacy for new babies coming into the family. SO, that being said, I can twist this into maybe Clyde and yourself looking at adopting or using a surrogate for a child, and you want to try to breastfeed them because you want to bond with your new baby. And of course Clyde is ALL about it because anything that makes you happy and comfortable!

PLEASE INDULGE MY THOTS ON OUR SOUTHERN BELL CLYDE AND HIS INEVITABLE LACTATION KINK....

**I’m gonna put warnings on here because it mentions some heavy stuff (plz don’t read if you are triggered by any of this): Infertility, hormone therapy, angst, depression, adoption, and surrogacy**

“Baby girl?” Clyde calls from the living room, his nose deep in the baby books you both had purchased over the months of trying to start your big happy family, fumbling though his phone at the same time.

“What’s goin’ on big bear?” you chime, busy fixing yourself up in the mirror after a relaxing shower to wash the sex from your skin after a session with big daddy.

Adjusting you hair, wincing as you lifted your arms, “Jesus,” groaning out, feeling the soreness from your heaving breasts as they felt like concrete on your chest.

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Ever since you'd begun the injections and pills, your body was hating life. The raging hormone cocktails running through your bloodstream causing every single emotion to emit from your body at once.

You’d be happy and cheery one second, followed by crying in your shared bed under the sheets in the fetal position, and finally raging about the fact that the TV was turned too damn loud in the other room, when it all actuality it was the same level you’d always kept it at.

No matter the tears and agony, Clyde and yourself took all of this one day at a time, just as you had when you found out that children may not be a possibility when it came to the old fashion way of doin’ it. The pain was so hard to bear that day. You cried and cried, locking yourself away from the world as you cursed whomever was in charge of your fate, feeling like less of a woman the more the days droned on.

It took a few months for you to smile again, Clyde painstakingly trying to solve your problems with everything under the sun, reading books, catering to your needs, holding you when you sobbed yourself to sleep over your vacancy.

Cradling you when you felt like less of a person for not being able to accomplish one simple thing you’d both hoped for in the future. He’d hush your tears away, forcing you into him as he felt you shudder during the night, silent tears falling from his face as he prayed for some kind of sign or solution to all of this.

Then it all fell into place one day. Clyde was working his ass off during the nights, leaving you to stew about things at home, which inevitably led you to the internet.

You looked up all kinds of solutions, message boards talking about infertility, therapies, injections, adoption, and surrogacy. All of them possible in your eyes if it played out like it had for the folks at the various agencies you’d looked up. Finally, a glimmer of hope in this shit-storm of uncertainty, as you glanced over the testimonials and pictures of various families, so happy with their children healthy and happy.

“This is it,” you had muttered under your breath, a flutter from deep in your stomach causing tears to well up in your eyes as you thought about Clyde and you taking home a sweet new addition.

You’d brought it up to him immediately upon entering the house at and ungodly hour, to which you were scolded by your big bear after you’d made your sales pitch to him.

“I think it sounds perfect baby girl,” he cooed as you both laid in bed that night, caressing your sweat sheened skin after a good punishing from his cock, “if ya want ta do it, m’ happy with anything ya want,” whispering as he felt you sink into him to relax for the first time in months.

“I jus’ wanna make ya happy to big bear,” kissing his thick chest as you inhaled his musk, “I think this is the way we can have that family we want,” ghosting your lips up his sternum as he sighed into your touch.

“Mhmm,” he embraced you further, “I’ll adopt as many babies as ya want honey. Yer jus’ gonna be the best momma regardless,” hearing your light cries in the quiet of the darkened bedroom.

“T-thank you big bear,” you strained out, still hiding in his neck as the tears spilled, “I can’t wait ta make ya a real daddy finally,” gripping the back of his neck as you fell into another chorus of cries.

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“What’s up?” your v-neck t-shirt straining on your heaving tits, the bra you’d picked certainly not fitting you as the days went on and on.

“I think I found the pump ya were wantin’,” he gulped, seeing the peaches poking through your top half as you bent forward to look at the contraption he’d found.

“Oh ya!” you jumped slightly, your tits bouncing in a ripple at your excitement, causing Clyde to salivate at the sight.

“Thank ya big bear!” jumping into his lap as you pulled him to you, kissing his cheeks as he buried his face in your pillows, running his thick hands over your sweatpants.

“A-anythin’ fer ma baby girl,” he panted, burying his prominent nose deeper into your rock hard tits, “Gah damn yer so juicy darlin’,” lifting his head to place pecks all over the tops of them.

“Ya like ma milky titties baby?” biting your lip as he started sucking a mark over the soft skin, “ya wanna taste a mama’s milk?” cooing in his ear as he moaned into his make out session with your chest, rubbing his head to press it further in the valley of them.

“Ya think they’re finally full baby girl?” he glanced up, his eyes glimmering with love and lust in the same gaze. You pet his precious face, the hopeful look only making this more special as he’d been helping you with your injections since you’d gotten the go ahead from the doctor and the agency.

“I think so daddy,” feeling them tense up at your words, the soreness pulsing all the way to both nipples as you tried to avoid making faces in front of him. He helped you remove your fresh top, exposing your lacy bra, the skin popping out with colored veins, gravid from the fullness of them.

“Fuck me,” he drooled, reaching behind to undo the clasp, eyes widening even further when he saw them perked up out of their hiding spot. The nipples taut and ready for his lips to suck on at his leisure.

“Ya look so damn perty baby girl,” raising his hand to grip the skin, feeling how heavy they were on your chest, “ya want daddy ta see if they’re ready ta go?” practically begging as he ran a thumb over the sensitive nipple.

You reared your head back at the slight touches he made, “please daddy,” whining as he watched you fall apart from his motions, “suck on my tits big bear,” shoving your chest closer to his waiting mouth as he inhaled deep, a growl brewing as he went to latch his pink lips on your areola.

“Mother fuck!” you cried out, the pleasure releasing from your throat as he sealed himself on your tit, massaging the sore skin as he coaxed the sweet liquid to fall from it.

He vacuum sealed his lips, sucking lightly at first, feeling you writhe and find the back of his to grip his mane, pushing him further into your warm skin.

“O-oh g-god baby,” you moaned out, feeling a burning feeling build in your boob that felt both uncomfortable and welcoming as he sped up his jaw on your nipple.

“Mhmmmm,” he whined out, feeling the body temperature liquid seep from your tit, coating the insides of his mouth in a warm embrace as he sucked more and more.

Just then, you felt your other tit release a trickle of fluid, the stream of white beautiful in contrast to your skin as you glanced down in awe and pleasure. The cement block feeling escaping as Clyde sucked down your sweet nectar.

“Oh f-fuck d-daddy,” you gasped, a mixture of elation leaving your body, “I-I’m l-leakin’,” you winced out, feeling Clyde let up on your boob, picking his head up to reveal a white sheen covering his lips and part of his mustache.

“That ya are darlin’,” he eyes completely dilated as he looked over at your stream sliding down the underside of your neglected tit, making its way down your stomach in a perfect line, “yer doin’ such a good job baby girl.”

Gripping the other tit in his large hand, coaxing the nipple into his mouth sucking your sweetness down in a frenzy. Your hand massaging the back of his head as you arched your back into his motions, feeling a huge relief as he emptied your other aching tit.

He lifted his head in a gasp, wiping his mouth from the mess he’d made, watching as your sultry eyes bored into him. The both of you panting and elated at the hard work it had taken to accomplish this huge step.

“Ya perfect, baby girl,” inching his lips to yours as you tasted your milk in his mouth, sighing into his tongue wrapping around yours.

He pulled away for a moment, the noticeable bulge in his jeans ever present as he fulfilled his fantasies he’d had since he’d met you, “I don’t think m’ gonna be able ta keep up with these tits though as much as I’d like ta suck on ‘em fer every damn meal,” giggling as he lowered his mouth to your neck, sucking more marks on the skin as you mewled under him.

“Don’t worry big bear,” you purred, gripping his hair again, arching yourself into his lips, “ya can help me when I get that pump we saw,” feeling him smirk under your neck at the prospect of him watching that show.

“But fer now,” you lifted him by the ears to gaze into his precious eyes, “I think mama needs ta take care a daddy,” gesturing to his now tented erection.

“Please mama,” he begged, watching you get up from your spot to curl and index finger as you backed into your bedroom again for round two.

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God I hope I did this ask alright for you honey! Thank you for sending it in so I could learn something from it, as well as indulge in this juicy Clyde thot!

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jaehyunspeachparty · 4 years

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daddy jaehyun

iv.xvii.

"Here is the grape." Jaehyun picked a piece and wanted to give it to Sunoh. But he opened his mouth very wide. "Should I feed you?" He asked his son, who nodded with his mouth still open. "Okay, here comes the grape." He put it on his tongue and Sunoh chewed it with a big grin. But then he grimacing, apparently, the grape was too sour. Jaehyun watched him, but then the boy opened his mouth again. "More, Daddy," he said, and Jaehyun laughed. "Isn't it too sour for you?" He asked his boy, but he shook his head. "Well, if you mean." He shrugged and continued to feed Sunoh with grapes. Sunoh grimaced every time, but he always wanted more. When Jaehyun gave him the last piece, he kissed his cheek and pulled the boy towards him. Sunoh started to giggle and then Jaehyun started tickling him and their two laughter echoed across the room. It was always so nice to see them both so happy. They have grown more and more together lately and it made you happy to see your men like that. "Hmmm...Daddy." Miga suddenly came to the two and she looked sad. Jaehyun stopped tickling Sunoh and hugged him tightly in his arms. "Hey princess. Why are you so sad?" The little girl climbed up to her father and sat next to him. "I'm sad that Cujo isn't here. He sure feels very alone." Miga was really unhappy and Sunoh looked at her warmly. "Oh Miga, Cujo is fine. He's with grandma and grandpa." Jaehyun laughed and pulled his daughter to him too. "Can we call him later?", She looks at her father with wide eyes. "Of course, my princess. He'll be happy about that." "Hey, are you all cuddling together without your mummy?" You come into the room after you put the twins to sleep. "Hihi yes," said Miga, grinning and laying her whole body on her father. Jaehyun had both children in his arms and laughed. "Thank goodness I have two other babies who love me," you say with a wink, and Jaehyun turned to kiss you gently. Sometimes you were so in love with each other that you forget that the children were around you. "No! Mummy! Daddy! That's yuck." Miga screamed and you break away from your husband and you two laughed.

"How do you like Switzerland?" Asked Emilian, who is sitting next to Xiaojun. "It's really incredible here. My friend Yangyang taught me a few German phrases, but they speak very differently here." Xioajun looks at his seat neighbor with wide eyes. "Yes, Swiss German is significantly different from German." Emilian laughed, but when he saw his wife trying to lift something heavy, he got up and took it from Audrey. "Wow, it looks like your possessive behavior is already transferring to Emilian," you joke, but Jaehyun looks at you in shock. "Hey, what does that mean?" You just laugh and see Emilian put the food on the table. But you notice that Audrey was nervous when she sat down at the table. You actually wanted to say something, but Sunoh, who was sitting on your lap, wanted to climb on the table to grab the bread. "Careful my big one. I'm now giving you a piece." You lean over and give your son a piece of bread, into which he immediately bit into it with great joy. "If he continues to eat like this, he will still be 2 meters tall. He is already taller than all 2-year-olds." You stroke your son's head. He has always been a huge baby and you felt he would never stop growing. Meanwhile, sometimes you would stop your boy and just enjoy the time when he is so small. "Um ... we want to tell you something." Audrey looked around nervously and all eyes turned to her. Emilian took her hand and she took a deep breath. "Actually, it is perfect that you are there right now, as I can tell you personally ..." She stops briefly and looks around. Everyone waited for what was to come and eagerly listened to her next words. "We finally did it and I'm pregnant. As of today, I'm in the 4th month. The first critical months are over." Audrey ran a tear down her cheek and you could see Emilian looking at her with joy. "Oh my God." You take Sunoh and put him on Jaehyun's lap to run straight to your sister. Mia also came to her and you hug each other. "Now I'm going to be an aunt too." You smile and touch your sister's stomach gently. "Audrey, I'm so happy for you." Mia also hugged her sister tightly and for a while tears of happiness flowed.

"I can't wait to hold my baby in my hand soon." Audrey had Geon in her arms and she looks dreamily at the boy. After having dinner you sat in the garden with her and you are now breastfeeding the babies. "I'm so glad that it finally worked out for you." You smile and stroke Kiwoo, who was drinking from your breast. You were really happy that Audrey was pregnant. She had tried since Miga was born, but it never wanted to work for her. "How was it with the twins? How was the home birth? Was it that different?" Since Audrey told you about her pregnancy, she has had so many questions and, of course, was nervous. "Well, I chose it because so many things happened ... you know. And many were worried because I was pregnant with twins. But it all worked out well. It was a really intimate moment and I thin somehow it was also the most intense birth for Jaehyun. He experienced everything differently. He was with Kiwoo in the bathtub and pulled him up. I was also able to breastfeed immediately. It was much more relaxed and the babies were also much calmer. It was also nice that I could go straight to my bed and the children could get to know their new siblings as soon as they woke up." You stroke Kiwoo's back and you only have good memories from their birth. Migas and Sunohs were also beautiful, but the home birth was something very special. "Ohh, I wish I could give birth at home too. But because of my problems, my doctor said that I should give birth in the hospital." She sighed and tried to free her hair from Geon's grip. "It is definitely safer." You smile over to your sister. She nodded, but you could see that there was so much in her head. "Is breastfeeding difficult? I mean, I hear so many stories from women who said it hurts." "I had more problems with Miga and Sunoh, but not at all with the twins. I have more problems now that my body knows that I need a lot of milk and that I now produce too much milk. The two boys don't really want to drink from the bottle and that’s why I can't take so much to pump it up. We already have so many milk supplies. And now I always have full breasts." You sigh and notice how Kiwoo is struggling to fall asleep but is still hungry. He swallows and swallows and cannot get enough but at the same time, his eyelids fall always down. "Have you ever tried to breastfeed Jaehyun?" Audrey got quieter and she looked at you with wide eyes. "WHAT?" This question came as a surprise and you didn't know what to think about it. "I heard that it can be totally erotic and strengthen the bond." Audrey apparently loved the idea, but it sounded strange to you.

It was late at night. You had breastfed the twins again, but Geon has had a lot of stomach ache lately and you don't want him to lay him on his back because of his reflux. Jaehyun stayed awake with you and stroked Sunoh's head. "Jaehyun?" You turn to him with your baby in your arms. "Hmm." He was already very tired on the mattress and looked up at you with small eyes. "Have you ever heard of erotic lactation?" You were careful about the topic because after all, it was very new to you. "Uh ... yes." His eyes suddenly grew big and his ears red. "Really? From where?" You were curious and wanted to know more. But Jaehyun put his hands over his face. "Ahhh Y/N. Do I have to say now that I still watch porn?" "I know you're watching porn. I just wanted to know if you knew it." You roll your eyes and look back to Geon, who got a little more restless because he apparently had a stomachache again. It was quiet between you two for a moment and you thought Jaehyun was trying to fall asleep, but then you see him turning back to you. "What do you think about that?" He asked then and looked up at you. But you shrug your shoulders. "I don't know. Audrey told me about it because I told her that I'm producing so much milk. Do you find it erotic?" "Hmmm ... well, I like your breasts. I want to do everything with them." He grinned and looked up at you. You just nod, but somehow you couldn't get this thought out of your head.

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konglindorm · 3 years

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The Missing Half

So if you’ve been around for a while, you’ve probably heard me talking about Prince Lindworm, and not just recently, as I prepare to release my book. I’ve been obsessed with this story for a long time, I’ve written several blog posts and essays about it, and it’s even the source of my username on many websites—konglindorm.

But today, I’m going to talk about something new: the second half of the story.

I honestly didn’t know until very recently that this story did not end with the lindworm being transformed and everyone living happily ever after. I’ve been working for a long time on my own translation of the story, from a 100+ year old Danish book, and last month I finally reached the end of it.

And then saw that there were three more pages.

Now, I’m preparing to publish my first novel, and I don’t have the time or the energy to translate another three pages. But I did a quick read-through, enough to get the basic idea, and I did some more research. Then I ran it through Google translate, which produced something that’s…pretty rough, but it’s useful to having something in English to glance back at as I work on this post.

So it’s not relevant to my retelling at all, and it’s actually a really common fairy tale type that I’ve encountered many times before, but I’m really excited about this. Quick recap, before we start: Barren queen wants baby. Queen is instructed to eat one flower if she wants a son, another if she wants a daughter, but not, under any circumstances, both. Queen eats both. Queen gives birth to lindworm. Lindworm eventually demands bride. Eats her. Demands second bride. Eats her. Demands third bride, third bride does some really weird stuff that somehow turns him into a human. Great rejoicing, etc., etc.

Now on to part two. I’m gonna be honest; some really weird stuff happens here. Which shouldn’t be surprising, coming from the same fairy tale that brought us “To turn a snake into a man, make him molt ten times, dip some whips in lye, whip him a bunch, and dunk him in a tub of milk.” My understanding of the story is hindered somewhat by lack of a complete and accurate English translation, but it looks like at some point our girl helps break the spells on two other enchanted princes by feeding them her breast milk? It’s, um. It’s something, and something I’ll need to fully translate eventually to understand better. I think I’m missing a fair amount of context and nuance.

(Between the two halves, I ‘m thinking I need to do a lot of research on the healing properties of milk in folklore. Is that a thing? Does it come up elsewhere? This story is Danish; anyone from Denmark know if there’s some cultural element to this or something?)

But for now we’re going to focus on the main thing, the basic plot of the second half.

Our girl gets pregnant. Lindworm and his dad go off to war, leaving pregnant girl with Lindworm’s mother the queen. Now, normally, that would cause some trouble in the fairy tale world, because usually, old queens are not fond of their daughters-in-law, and often try to frame them for horrible crimes.

But not our queen. She gave birth to a monster. Her only heir was a dragon, and he was eating people. Then our girl came along and turned him into an upstanding member of human society. This queen loves her daughter-in-law. So we need a different bad guy.

Our girl gives birth to twins. She sends a letter to the lindworm, letting him know. Normally, in this story type, the queen swaps it out with a letter saying she gave birth to something else, but not our queen, so that role is filled by the Red Knight. No information on who this dude is, what he has against our characters, or why it’s his job to run letters back and forth between the palace and the war zone.

He gets rid of the letter saying our girl had twins, replaces it with a letter saying she had puppies. Lindworm gets the letter, thinks, “well, that’s super weird, but who am I to judge, my mom didn’t give birth to a human either.” Sends back a letter saying, “Okay, we’ll sort that all out when I get home.”

Red Knight was apparently hoping for a less go-with-the-flow type answer, because he replaces that letter with one telling the queen to set our girl and her babies on fire.

The queen gets the letter, and I guess she’s probably thinking that maybe the transformation didn’t quite work after all, maybe her son still has some monster in him, because what the heck, dude? I’m not burning my grandbabies.

So she doesn’t know when the lindworm is coming home, and she’s afraid of what he’ll do to his family when he does; she sets our girl up with some supplies and sends her and the babies out into the world where they’ll be safe.

(This is when she turns a couple birds into princes by nursing them, and apparently hangs out with them in their palace for quite some time. Not clear on the nature of their relationships, a little concerned, will update you guys someday when I’ve sorted it all out; if anyone’s read this entire story in Danish and fully understands it, or if you’ve encountered a complete English translation, please do let me know!)

Lindworm comes home, looking for his wife. Queen is pissed at her son. Son isn’t sure what she’s so upset about; he thought he was pretty chill about the whole gave-birth-to-puppies thing. Queen isn’t sure what puppies have to do with anything, but setting your family on fire is in no way chill. They argue for a while, eventually get to the bottom of things, Red Knight is in big, big trouble. Lindworm goes looking for his wife and kids. Eventually finds them hanging out with these two other princes.

This is where Google translate really breaks down on me, and things just make less and less sense, and I can’t go down to the source material with my Danish-English dictionary and sort it out right now; I’m on a bit of a tight schedule. But it’s looking like the Lindworm and the two other princes sort of fight over our girl, all three of them drink her milk (it seems like it’s been long enough that she shouldn’t be producing milk anymore; it also seems like these two dudes are drinking her milk regularly? I am so concerned about so many things.)

Somehow the conflict is resolved, the other two princes marry other princesses, and our girl and the twins go home with the lindworm.

Now, there’s a lot to unpack here, obviously, and a lot of it is going to have to wait until another time. It is nice to know that King Lindorm is consistently just absolutely bizarre through both halves.

But what I really, really like about the second half is that some new dude is our bad guy, and the queen is fully and firmly on our heroine’s side.

Before I made any effort at even the crappiest translation of the second half, I did some research on what it was about. And I was so concerned about it as soon as I found out what story type it was, because some sort of mother figure is almost always the bad guy. (Shout out to the Grimms for not doing that in “The Girl Without Hands,” too.) And it just seemed really awful that the queen would turn around and try to sabotage our girl after she fixed the lindworm. So I was really relieved to find the Red Knight in my first quick skim-through.

I’m just really impressed with Grundtvig, Adjunct Levisen, and Maren Mathisdatter for deviating from the norm here.

(Another notable deviation, aside from “The Girl Without Hands,” listed above, is the French fairy tale “Bearskin,” by Marie-Madeleine de Lubert; I doubt it’s a coincidence that women were definitely involved in the telling/recording of 2 of these 3 stories where people are not out to get their daughters-in-law.)

Also, like. Can we just take a moment to appreciate the incredible stupidity of the Red Knight? The lindworm was born as a giant snake monster, and for some reason Red thinks he’ll be shocked and horrified that his children were born as puppies? The lindworm is pretty much the only person in the world who has no right to be upset by that. He, of all people, should know that these things just happen sometimes, and they’re totally fixable, though not, perhaps, without bloodshed.

(Also, also. As I said above, I don’t know who the Red Knight is or what he has against our characters. It’s possible that the text does tell us and it just didn’t come across in my incredibly quick and crappy translation. But my theory is that he’s somehow connected to one of our two dead and eaten princesses. In which case he’s entitled to be upset, even if he’s handling it poorly.)

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writingwitheli · 4 years

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GrandMech

Most mechs were hard to function, even with experienced pilots.

They didn't move like people do, the mechanics don't really allow for that. You have to know the engineering intimately to clearly envision how the thing was going to react to your direction. Most pilots spend months learning their piece before going into the field. There were simulators, and for a while the board argued for mechs to be built in a uniform manner for faster learning.

But technology went a bit too fast for that. And the things were way too expensive to mass produce.

Grandma Katersfield knew this well. It was her life's work.

I mean she wasn't my grandma. But she kinda was. She was everyone's grandma, in a way. Most mechs these days still have her work in them, even if there were scraps rebuild around it. Some people called it practical. Pilots called it good luck. The engineers called it "Finally someone who knows what they're fucking doing."

When she passed away, in her garage (had she ever existed anywhere else?), the military held a funeral. Most of the planets held a funeral. The board, somewhere in their core-planet bunkers, held a meeting.

The war wasn't over, and we weren't winning. And we'd just lost our best engineer. It was a big fucking hit for morale. There were losses everywhere.

Presumably after sending a swarm of government drones through the property, the board very quickly touted "Katersfield's Final Work", and "The culmination of everything she's ever done". Some people pointed out the public images that showed how the thing was half-done. But enough people wanted hope that everyone gradually bought into the idea.

The board appointed Katersfield's daughter to lead the finalization of the thing. Ann wasn't exactly an engineer, but they knew how the public would read it. They gave her a team of their best to work with.

When construction was nearly done, the board officially announced that Katersfield's son-in-law would be piloting it. Everyone expected it; he was the only striped pilot in the family. But it hit the top of everyone's news anyways.

The public test run was expected to be simple, and broadcasted live as far as the outer-space colonies.

It… didn't go so well.

Okay, it went very badly.

I mean.

Bad.

What followed was a lot of media confusion. The board hastily tried to put the blame on over-eagerness. People were fired. We lost four moons while our squadrons re-evaluated their lives.

Mark and his husband, Will Katersfield, had a very public divorce. Some people argue it was the media pressure. Some people suspect that the board forced them apart. I think it was a long time coming.

For a while the board pushed forward other candidates. They ran competitions for new mech designers and engineers and electricians. Offered an absurd amount of money and resources. A lot of cool stuff came out of it, but nothing really compares to Katersfield's work.

It was three years after that when media went into a frenzy over a low-grade video of the mech doing cartwheels over the family farm. Fucking cartwheels, man. I can't even do those in my own body most days.

Every news ship went down there as quick as they could. A bunch of civilians, too. Granny says a board member actually showed up in person.

Everyone was immediately on Ann about it. She was the only one that really stayed on the farm. She knew the machinery well enough. And maybe she'd inherited the pilot skills of one of Katersfield's late spouses.

To the dismay of the board, Ann insisted that the pilot was Thoma, one of Will's children. The media went ballistic. Kids weren't even supposed to be piloting mechs in the first place.

Thoma gave an interview to their school teacher and described the sensation of piloting upside down as "even better than going all the way around the bar on a swing and then having Grandma's cookies with two scoops of ice cream!" Their wide grin with missing teeth was eventually made into metal-cards for soldiers to attach under their breast plates and remind them of home.

At some point, Ann made the mistake of admitting that she'd taken it out for a test-run while she was tuning up some joints (she hadn't been an engineer when this started. But things change).

The board came down hard. They publicly announced that Ann was the cartwheeling pilot, and further that she'd accepted a high raking military title with absurd honors and enough pay to buy a moon. They posted a date with a public countdown clock for her departure to the front lines.

Now the way Granny tells it; Ann didn't know about any of this until her neighbor came by with the milk and a congratulations. Granny would probably piss on the board if she still could. Don't let her try it.

Ann did go. She didn't have many options, really. Her bio-logs phrase the situation as "the board made a decision. I complied."

We pushed back the front by two whole planets. Ann wasn't much of a pilot; she spent too much time thinking, but the war pushed around her. Most of the time it only took a three second clip of her unnaturally smooth landing and quick gravity adjustment to a new planet. My old mech would take two minutes to land and readjust. A lot can happen in two minutes.

The official report says Ann died on Mitas 9. The board will probably censor this whole damn thing if I try to explain what happened, but just remember that official reports are. Well. Official.

The mech was commandeered immediately. They cleaned it up, threw on a new coat of paint, and put their highest ranking pilot in the hotseat.

Everyone was in a hurry to get back to it and have a plan ready before Ann's death was publicly announced. Yeru knew the schematics by heart and spent one month living with the mech every hour of every day to make up for lost time. The board went as far as making them legally exempt from standard reports. Yeru's bios were never made public, but you can pull them from the military archives in Section B. They clearly knew their way around a mech, and honestly seemed to be a good person as far as I can tell.

The board had seemingly learned from prior incidents. The Generals hosted a secluded military showing of the first test-run. Those archives are probably deleted, but all you really need to know is that Yeru never made it off the ground.

For a few months, the military looked into sabotage. Yeru's bio-post about the joints being "just plain creaky no matter how much I oil the thing" convinced a bunch of higher-ups that the mech had been swapped out or something.

I know. Creating a whole fake mech to replace it with? Somehow managing to swap the thing out with as much board, military, and media surveillance as it has? Absurd.

Also I'm sure you're well aware that plenty of good mechs have creaky joints. I hear you ran Sacrifice 2 for a while there. Lt. Jen complained about how loud that thing was for months after he shared a hangar with it near Osylus. Not sure if that was your time or not. I'm going to tell him it was, so he'll have something to complain to you about. When he does, ask him about the wardrobe cloning incident. I'm sure he'll know what you're talking about.

Anyways.

The news about Ann went public, and the board pushed it down the feeds with reports about a new Stealth Carrier that would move faster than a pilot-ship. It did. Everyone loved it. I'm sure it's shit compared to the last carrier you were on.

Thoma, meanwhile, had grown up and gotten their way through military school. It might seem strange to you now, but Thoma actually didn't touch a mech the first decade of their service. They had a few friends and plenty worshipers, but still hadn't officially earned enough stripes to be a pilot. The Generals wanted to make sure Thoma was knocked down enough to keep from getting big-headed about it. But Thoma didn't really care.

Thoma fought hard and studied harder. They proved themselves again and again. You can look up the public records of their medal-acceptance speeches. Every damn time they would say "This is a great honor. Can I trade it in for a mech?"

Pissed a lot of people off, but it was fucking hilarious if you ask me.

Eventually Thoma led a fairly large squadron and took a half a continent in a week. When I asked them about it, they said they had sent a text message to the Generals saying "I could've gotten all of it, if I had my own mech :,(". I know them well enough to know they probably actually sent a frowny-face emoji to the Generals. Don't do that. It's hilarious. But, Don't.

Probably.

For now, anyways.

The board reluctantly let Thoma break the mech out of some museum somewhere as a reward for their service. They weren't intending for Thoma to actually run as a pilot since Thoma had already gotten to be in charge of things. It would be a media mess, at best, a military loss at worst.

Thoma did a fucking backflip over live media.

Anyways the board and the Generals argued about it for a week, but eventually did the only thing they could do. They made Thoma a pilot. There were lots of assurances that Thoma would still be holding their responsibilities as Planetary Sergeant. No one cared. Thoma had done a fucking backflip; the Katersfields were at it again.

I'm told that week of debate consisted of at least fifteen other pilots trying the mech out and reporting up failures of various kinds. Don't worry about that, you'll do fine.

I'm sure you know most of the story from there. Thoma took Belet 5 through Belet 11, and some other smaller planets along the way. Majestic. War hero. Idol. Etc etc.

The board immediately pushed Thoma’s son, Madene, into the military and straight into pilot's school. They make a lot of dumb decisions, but even the board could see the pattern here.

You might not have read this about me, but I used to be an electrician. I worked on Thoma's team for a while. The Generals gave Madene special permission to visit us sometimes so he could learn the mech hands-on. He'd always wanted to be an artist or a planetary refurbisher. That was clear from the first day we met.

I'll tell you this now, it's not part of public record: Madene ran the mech just fine when it was just us around. Thoma would give some long drawn-out speech about minding your manners and being careful with her. It was their Grandmother's soul in that machine, after all. Madene didn't really listen, but the mech ran just fine anyways.

When Madene was nearing graduation, the Generals sent their scouts around to see how things were going. The mech ran straight into their drones and fell convulsing onto the ground.

It was a hard time for a while, Thoma was upset with Madene and Madene was embarrassed. There were lots of arguments, and the Generals tried to pretend Madene just didn't have enough experience as a pilot. The idea that Madene did it on purpose didn't get recorded, but it's what a lot of people assumed. I don't think that's what happened, anyways.

Madene tried really hard after that. He pushed himself in school, and as a result they let him try out a bunch of other mechs. He proved he could handle it just as well as some of our better pilots. He took Entrapment marching around the school-system planet four times.

Thoma tore their knee in a pretty brutal fight, and since they were nearing retirement anyways the board arranged for a public hand-off of the mech.

I used to talk to her when I worked. My old pilot - the one I worked electricity for before Thoma - had always been superstitious about this sort've thing. She used to spend a good half-hour reassuring it before she's let me do any work on it. I guess I'd picked up the habit. You might want to pick it up, too, if you haven't already.

I'd asked her to help Madene out. He'd worked so hard and I could tell Thoma was slowing down.

You might have seen the media of that. Afterward Madene was particularly… verbal. Even if you didn't see that, I'm sure you heard about what happened to him after. Don't be too harsh on him, it's really not his fault. We were all too hard on him.

All the media says the Generals did a lot of research and realized I was better suited as a pilot and they shifted me over. How that actually happened was… well. A little boring.

One of their scouts had caught me helping her move over so I could get a better angle at the spinal wiring.

Blah blah blah. I'm sure you know the highlights from there.

So here's where we get to the advice that was the whole point of this message:

I admit the public eye is a little difficult to get used to. Honestly I recommend you just ignore it. They'll say shit no matter what you do.

Don't call her by the name the board gave her. I know that's what you learned in school and in training. Don't do it.

Don't piss her off.

Be patient - her memory isn't what it used to be.

Don't tell her what to do. I read your file, you have a lot of experience. I know this will be the hard part.

If the mediacom switches to one of those awful family gameshows. Just. Let it happen. No, they do not get less annoying to listen to. Yes, she knows they're all the same.

The internal heating will be On when you're on any below-regulation temperature planet. I know you're from the outer colonies. I know that will be too warm for you. Get over it and try not to dress down too much; she's easier to maneuver when you're in layers.

The one exception to the above is her tune-ups and maintenance. She doesn't like it. She never does. We have four crews to make it easier and I still do it myself sometimes to help her get over it. You're going to have to get good at negotiating.

If you leave a battle with a sudden craving in your neurons for hot and hearty soup, go get some hot and hearty soup. She'll get stubborn with you next time if you don't.

Granny will take care of you from there.

-Captain Layfar

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secretgamergirl · 4 years

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Hate Mobs Gotta Go

Last night, I did something I have never expected to do, and just full on gave up on a fun RPG writing assignment. Which I had to do because I hit a point where it was so overdue and unfinished that I was falling asleep sitting up and stress vomiting and other such things. There’s a whole lot of factors behind that. Other health issues, the toll of being on total pandemic lockdown for months, with neighbors just straight up open mouth coughing at my door, emergencies with friends and family, multiple fires and hardware failures, but the main thing was, and still is, the constant harassment from a militant hate mob, completely out of touch with reality.

Years ago, I remember there was this thing the internet at large was fond of doing with foaming at the mouth far right religious extremists- Mercilessly ridiculing them in public to expose how disconnected everything they said or did was from reality. Remember seeing this one float around and laughing your head off?

And if I mention the Westboro Baptist Church, you immediately picture a single family of raving bigots picketing funerals and such with their big homophobic signs, with a bigger crowd mocking them, right?

For some reason, the modern version of that particular flavor of fringe weirdo doesn’t get that sort of ridicule. Presumably because they’re focusing almost exclusively on trans people, and most people have this weird thing where like if you stick up for trans people you get cooties or something and never dig into the real juicy ridicule fodder. But for real, this stuff is OUT THERE. Just look at a few examples here.

Come for the weird ravings about harvesting baby organs. Stay for the... adult woman who apparently believes breasts get their shape from actually being sacks filled with milk under women’s skin? Now, how about this colorful comparison?

For anyone who wasn’t aware, pronouns are words like “I” “you” “he” “she” “it” and “this,” while rohypnol is colloquially known as “the date rape drug,” so this is utter gibberish. The full context of course is that this person is trying to make the argument that forcing this bigot to refer to women she’s prejudiced against as “she” instead of arbitrarily tossing around “he” or “it” is... raping her brain, I guess?

So... this is pretty clearly some creep’s weird little fantasy. The obvious giveaway is pretending that trans women “aren’t in the correct bathroom” when going to... the correct bathroom, and that the non-existent law about this is somehow enforced by... random bigots opting to deputize themselves. What DOES happen for real though is bigots like this being arrested for barging into public restroom stalls with camcorders aimed at the crotches of women on toilets and trying to defend themselves by insisting they have some duty to check what their genitals look like. On which note...

That’s just disgusting. It’s also as close as I feel comfortable to posting all the graphic fantasies I see from these people about the barbaric genital mutilation they imagine trans women subject ourselves to which really has no basis at all in reality. Well maybe I can post this one.

I’m not going to go through and itemize all the baldfaced lies in that, because I really kinda hope I don’t have to, and also because the person who slapped this together was kind enough to break it up in such a way that I legitimately can say “every single line of this is a completely baseless lie.” Also the art in the corner is stolen from a child-friendly comic whose author is trans, so, that’s extra slimy. Also wow that “bone scans” bit is actually one I’ve never seen. Where the hell do they even get these ideas?

Also this one needs some setup. If you have time, this right here is a freaking journey, if not, I’ll try to summarize.

So a while ago, this one particular unhinged bigot decided the most productive way to spend all her time was to get in touch with a bulk sticker printing business and order thousands if not millions of these weird gross poorly framed slabs with a really crude drawing of a penis and bunch of gibberish she really wishes were the names of popular twitter hashtags that nobody else but her ever uses. And then after receiving these, just... wandering around the city she lives in all day every day plastering them on phone booths and power poles and the mirrors of bathrooms in like.. elementary schools and park benches, just everywhere. And then makes multiple passes a day apparently to make sure nobody has tried to remove any of them, as detailed in this amazing thread I’ll link again.

So the latest break in that particular saga is that same zealot going around plastering stickers like this around too, to make it seem like “both sides do it.”

It should be obvious that that’s a “blacks rule!” sort of fake between the baffling text and using the extra inclusive, particular emphasis on supporting people of color, general purpose LGBT+ flag, but also, like their fellows on 4chan, they plan this sort of “false flag” crap in broad daylight:

I should really properly credit the whistle-blowing on that particular oddity, and I should also note that aside from the breast milk sacks, this is all just stuff I saw TODAY catching up on my twitter feed, but my main point with all this is to illustrate that we really are dealing with Jack Chick/Westboro Baptist-level unhinged zealotry... but again, nobody’s out there pointing and laughing. And it turns out, when you don’t have people pointing and laughing at this sort of thing, you get people taking it seriously. So... when I went to quickly search for a news story to link with the bit about creeps barging in on women with cameras, the results I got were... this.

That... sure is a lot of stories about totally innocent people in a demographic I belong to being murdered by total strangers goaded into blind murderous hatred by the sort of people I’m pointing and laughing at! Ha ha! There’s a very real chance of that happening to me every time I step outside, for any reason! Tee hee! I live in a state of constant fear! Whoopsie!

And it’s not just stuff like that. The people posting these rambling tirades about “breast milk sack implants” and putting crude penis stickers everywhere, never being called out as the unhinged weirdos they are, either have the world turning a blind eye to all this crap, or have everything they do downplayed in the media to the point where outright sexual harassment, doxing, and slurs I don’t want to repeat get headlines like “so-and-so made comments that some fringe trans activists on the internet deem ‘possibly transphobic’” and that’s AT BEST. More often you get stuff like the one incident I managed to bring a lot of public attention to way back when, where some bigot just literally walked up to someone on the street, grabbed them, savagely beat the hell out of them until pulled apart, had friends film the whole thing, and bragged after the fact about it, and every story that appeared as a result claimed the assailant was the victim, because they were all written by her friends.

Face obscuring provided by me here, by the way.

And that isn’t a one-off incident. Because, see, most of these unhinged weirdos spewing out all this transphobic gibberish are not, as you would think, a bunch of barely educated Trump hat wearing members of some fringe religious congregation. They’re editors and producers in major British news outlets. This isn’t me shouting conspiracy nonsense either, this is well-documented. Like, The Guardian gets public internal protests over this crap. So does the BBC. Yes, other respected news sites cover this. Media watchdog groups do their best to reign this in with hearings and such, but, don’t actually have any power to enforce anything really. So when there’s “reporting” on this crap, it’s coming directly from the “breast milk sack implant” people. Oh and here’s some screenshots of the headlines of those stories you’re too lazy to click through and actually read:

And of course, sometimes when they want to really come across as respectful, they try to find “scientists” and “doctors” who back up their ravings but all they have to fall back on are disgraced quacks who spend most of their time on activism work to normalize pedophilia.

I’m not bringing that point about Cantor up to discredit his writings about trans people by the way. He doesn’t really HAVE any writings about trans people. He just pasted the names of a bunch of random studies from the 70s about whether playing with barbies makes you gay into his blog a few years back and this crowd was so desperate for validation they declared him an “expert in the field” and started passing out links to his.... pro-pedophila blog. Which is part of this whole pattern, but I’ve written about that before. Oh and the governments of multiple countries manage to treat all these people as “experts” and make policy decisions based on their ravings. That’s fun.

Anyway, aside from encouraging random people to, you know, just randomly murder anyone they see who looks like maybe a trans woman, every so often this weird little cult pulls in an actual celebrity who then has a public meltdown as they post all this gibberish to a wider audience. Currently this is going on with Harry Potter author J.K. Rowling (who’s actively promoting the pedophile guy up there on Twitter), and I think also William Shatner, but I haven’t really looked into it. The last big one though was Graham Linehan. Who you might remember from co-writing some sitcoms that were popular decades ago in Britain, or from being the weird cartoon villain who tried to kill the funding of a children’s charity, prompting this strange pledge drive marathon of Donkey Kong Country.

You might also know him as one of... I think honestly just two people who have ever managed to be such out of control stalking hate mongers that they were actually given a permanent no possible appeal ban from Twitter. Personally though I know him more as, you know, that one absolute creep who’s been obsessively stalking me for like 5 years and never shutting up about his weird personal obsession with me.

I WOULD link the recent freaking filmed interview he did where he spent forever rambling about me, but I’d have to actually watch it to confirm I had the right link, and also the only place I could quickly find a link to it would be on his twitter feed, which as stated, no longer exists. Oh and random side note there, despite being personally, by name, the person he was explicitly targeting all his hateful ramblings at, he wasn’t banned from that site for any of the disgusting stuff he said to me. He just slipped up and mentioned a cis woman with a professorship while shouting about this crap recently and that caused people to actually take action. I do so love being invisible.

Anyway, point is, prior to Rowling grabbing the baton from him as his social media presence went up in flames, this guy was name-dropping me a LOT. Presumably he still is, just in places fewer people see it. And when you have as big an audience as he did, and that audience is as full of hatemongers as his was, that has a pretty noticeable effect. I’ve been deluged with so much hateful garbage for so long it’s impossible for me to put any numbers on it. The closest I can do to quantify it is note that hate dump was big enough that I was also flooded with more weird messages intended as support from total strangers than I could deal with, totally losing access to social media feeds and my e-mail from the volume for a good bit, and THAT flood was big enough that I got this whole second wave of creepy stalkers who’d built up this whole weird fanon where this stalker here is like, someone I used to date or be business partners with and not just some creepy dude like twice my age stalking me over the internet, from a completely different hemisphere.

And I mean... in the broadest of strokes, I can kinda laugh all this off. Because... these people are completely ridiculous, out of touch with reality, and mostly live in other countries. But... all the threats and shouting are very real and very constant and like.. picture someone outside on the street shouting at your windows about how they’re going to break in and kill you. You really can’t ignore that. Even if they’re unarmed, and all they’re really capable of doing is shouting and pounding on your door, you can’t really just ignore that shouting and pounding and just watch a movie or play a game or write this article you promised would be done 3 months ago. You can certainly try, but a pretty big part of your brain is going to be occupied with thoughts about how maybe you should call someone to see if they’ll escort this violent person away, or maybe you should barricade your door in case all that pounding does something.

And I mean this isn’t a bad metaphor for how all the constant threats and stalking I’m dealing with thanks to celebrity bigots personally obsessed with me impacts my life, but it also does a pretty good job of describing how my night went pretty recently when I ACTUALLY DID HAVE SOMEONE POUNDING ON MY ACTUAL REAL PHYSICAL DOOR SHOUTING ABOUT STABBING ME TO DEATH, and no, there was no resolution to that beyond the sound of sirens causing that person to back off.

I also had an experience not too long ago where I was supposed to take a cab to a routine appointment, a car showed up with the cab company’s name on it, somewhat early, and proceeded to drive me... out to the middle of the freaking woods like an hour from where I live, and when my phone rang with my actual cab asking where I was the driver freaked out, had me get out of the car, and took off leaving me just... stuck in the middle of nowhere freezing to death and trying to find a landmark an actual cab could pick me up from. Still don’t know what the hell that whole thing was about and whether a cab driver just REALLY didn’t know what he was doing and panicked or what, but I do know that talking about it publicly in the vaguest of terms lead to a bunch of unhinged shouting from... apparently some unconnected ride share driver with a habit of dumping trans women between stops when they try to get medications or something, convinced I was calling him out for that.

So.... yeah. Things aren’t exactly going great in my neck of the woods. I’d really appreciate it if people would properly treat these unhinged violent weirdos like unhinged violent weirdos and not respectable members of society so they quit getting so bold and public with the violent stuff, and people who listen to them get properly shouted down for doing so.

#transphobia #stalking

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silvertail-ffxiv · 4 years

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Important NPCs in Jes’s Life

I decided to do a little information post on some NPCs I created for Jesah’ya and his story. It’s half to keep track of it myself, but half to let people see the characters I’ll be writing about soon (I hope *kicks self into gear*). Plus, I got bored one evening and played around in creator so why not share what I made.

I actually saved the details and plan to turn my retainers into them. Just need to think up a fourth one to round it out. (Yes, I pay for extra retainers...mostly so I can organize to my liking.)

DISCLAIMER - no relation to anyone else’s characters so if they share a clan name or something, it was just dumb luck and me playing around with naming lists/generators!

[ Image isn’t 100% accurate since she’s a bit older, but the game doesn’t allow Miqo’te to look that old so I did the best I could!]

Name: Aurhi (Rhi) Khetto Age: 44 years Species/Subspecies: Miqo’te [Keeper of the Moon] Position: ‘Matron’ of her clan (teacher/wetnurse to young kits), Jes’s ‘Matron’ at the moment (although he doesn’t have a clan)

Aurhi is from a fairly large, well-off clan. Although she is in her middle years, she has long taught the clan’s children and been a wet-nurse to many. If another mother cannot produce milk or simply prefers not to, Rhi often takes care of feeding them. Being a ‘Matron’ is an honored position in her clan. She herself became one after the birth of her third daughter some twenty years ago resulted in her not being able to have more of her own. However, she had plenty of milk and enjoyed fostering.

She met Jes through Buscarron as the Khetto clan has good ties for trade at the Druthers. Since her clan has several Matrons and she was nearly finished weaning her more recent foster, she agreed to help him by nursing his three youngest children, who are all under 1 year old.

[He is married to Nya. He has quite a few scars and a rather severe limp due to a badly broken knee.]

Name: Hauh’ti (Hau) Rhel Age: 24 years Species/Subspecies: Miqo’te [Half-Keeper, Half-Seeker] Position: Provider & Caretaker for the house/children

Hauh’ti was born the second son of Hauh Rhel. He was the aftermath of a brief fling with a wandering Tia. While his mother was fond of him, Hau dealt with his mother’s clan not being particularly fond of the unusual boy with Seeker’s eyes and golden skin. He was a bit picked on, which prompted his mother to move to Gridania to give him more opportunities and protection. However, once he was old enough to take care of himself, she went back to her own clan.

Hau was in training to be a Wood Wailer when a battle with Ixal went poorly. It resulted in a severe injury to his right leg. While the healers did what they could when he returned to Gridania, his knee was never right and he still limps heavily. He can get around well enough, but naturally his speed and balance suffer. To that end, he started learning botany and carpentry to make his way, as well as learning archery.

A hunt against a large boar that went wrong ended with him being badly injured but found by Nya. She took him and eventually they became involved. Following Gridania customs instead of their clans, they were married and settled in the Fallgourd Float. A few years later, Buscarron reached out to them, asking if they would be willing to help Jesah’ya. Not able to have kits of their own, they were willing to take the chance.

[She is married to Hau’ti. She is an albino, complete with pinkish eyes. She is rather delicate and has some health issues due to being an albino, including poor eyesight.]

Name: Nya Tsalahn Age: 22 years Species/Subspecies: Miqo’te [Keeper of the Moon] Position: Healer, Caretaker, Cook

Nya was born small and frail. An albino, her clan believed that it was a sign she was meant for Menphina. By their tradition, on the next full moon, she was to be left for the spirits to take. To keep her safe, her mother fled the clan and took her, becoming an outcast.

Nya’s childhood was somewhat difficult as she and her mother were alone. Her health was delicate and she was often ill, but her mother dedicated herself to her child’s wellbeing. With luck and love, Nya grew to adulthood although she could never be said to be particularly strong. However, she had a strong knack for both healing and herbs. She also helped her mother raise two more half-sisters over the years.

She met Hauh’ti by accident while she was foraging for herbs. He had been injured and she managed to bring him home. After their relationship developed, they were married and lived in Fallgourd Float with Nya’s mother for a time. However, when Buscarron made them an offer, they were willing to move. Especially since it allowed Nya’s mother more freedom to accept the advances of a Hyur merchant she had been fond of for years.

#character: jes #npcs #story resources

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techmomma · 4 years

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"Who's the old-timer?"

The stable rarely saw more than the local travellers who tended to wander the area in long paths that usually led them back every few weeks to eat, sleep, barter, buy, and be on their way again, free of the restraints of towns and cities. Wild places like these were full of wild people, so the stableman reckoned. Which had made the arrival of the old sheikah and his quiet friend a point of interest in days that often bled together, punctuated by the crimson moon and changing seasons.

"Him? Can't recall, he's in my guestbook somewhere." The stablekeeper replied, arms folded over his counter meant for receiving guests, fingers tracing his mustache. In the outskirts, clocks had little use and time was better figured in amounts such as "when the sun is highest," and "sunset." Which often led to gaps between work; good for rest but boring. Idle chatter flourished in these times.

Barto, the stableman, leaned close on the appropriately horse-shaped support beam to one side of the stablekeeper. "Kids seem to like him."

"Oh, yeah, yeah, the kids can't get enough of him. Horses too." The stablekeeper Marden chuckled, watching the little old man touching the snouts of some of the horses stabled outside. The old man's friend had left the stable to gather supplies, and the old man stayed behind in the meantime. He couldn't hear what the children were saying but he knew them well enough to know they were explaining their very important jobs feeding the horses to the old man in excruciating detail. Who seemed patiently, but intently, listening. Marden wondered if the old man had grandchildren himself with a look like that.

"You think we can trust the old man?"

"What."

"I'm just, saying... he's one of those sheikah--"

"Don't be racist."

"I'm not, I'm just--you know what I mean!"

"I know what you mean, I'm joking with you," Marden laughed, nudging the other man who sulked. "But also don't be racist."

"Oh, Hylia, I'm not gonna hear the end of this."

"Nope."

Barto huffed, rubbing his forehead. "Okay, fine, but we don't get many out here, other than the-the... the painter fellow, you know who he is."

Marden gave the longest roll of his eyes, setting his cheek in his hand. "Yes, I'm very worried about the little old man who moves about as fast as Petunia on her bad days." Petunia being their beloved cow past milk-producing age but still well-loved. And good for lawn maintenance.

"Oh no, he snuck up on me outta nowhere last night."

"Uh-huh. Go on."

"Swear on my life, I turned around to grab my pitchfork, I turn back, and he was just. There. Asking if the cooking pot was free."

"Well was it?"

"That is... beside the point, and you know it--stop looking at me like that."

"The little old man." Marden pointed (attempting to be discrete), "Snuck up on you. Without making a sound."

"If ya don't believe me ya don't have to rub it in."

"No no, I wanna hear how you think he did that."

"I don't. Know. He just did! Maybe it's a sheikah thing."

Marden gave Barto another look and Barto gave a heaving sigh, knowing Marden didn't even have to say a word out of his smug mouth.

"You know the stories!" Barto insisted. "Their assassins like shadows, silent, come outta nowhere. Steal you away to dungeons where you're never seen again--"

"Oh no, Barto, the assassin has finally come for me!"

"Stop."

"Tell our children... I loved them."

"Stop."

Marden threw in a few dramatic coughs for good measure as Barto shoved the weight of his hand into Marden's cheek in attempt to silence him, pushing away to resume his chores. "I love you!" Marden laughed, as Barto pretended he couldn't hear him.

"Pardon." A rough, quavering voice startled Marden, Marden flinching hard to see the old sheikah man. ... There. Out of... nowhere. "Mind if'n I take one o' them pillows from the bed? The seats are awful hard on m'back..."

Marden glanced to Barto, too busy with his chores to notice, and back to the old sheikah man, who was watching him with that same patiently intent look he'd given the children. Marden thought he looked a bit like a particularly fluffy owl, eyes magnified behind his glasses that he now realized had two glowing points on them and wild white hair behind him.

"Ah--yes! Yes, of course, yes, sir. Please, let me know if you need anything?" He stepped into his service hat, as it were, the one he took with customers, motioning to the beds inside. The old man bowed, and Marden realized (every moment seemed to bring a new detail, it seemed) that old sheikah was actually about as tall as himself; he could have swore the old man was smaller.

"'M all right, thank ya, son." He answered politely. As unnerving as the old man had been, his voice was warm and Marden was reminded of his own father, briefly, in his later life. The old timer shuffled away and Marden began to second-guess himself; he just hadn't been paying attention. There's no way the old man snuck up without a sound. His... odd walking stick clicked with every few steps of his wobbly gait and Marden could further reassure his second thoughts: yes, he was most certainly just not paying attention well enough.

"One more thing," came the old man's voice just to his right. This time, Marden yelped, hearing the faint sound of breathless gut-laughing just a short distance away.

#botwau

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hawkbucks · 4 years

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Absolutely no one asked for it, but here’s more Dragon Age AU! For the sake of my sanity, let’s all assume this AU takes place during Inquisition. Yes, I finally came down with a set time for it hjfkd

As said before, Rhodey and Tony stumble across Pepper while fleeing the crumbling of the Circle. She allows them to stay, kindly (but firmly) asking them if they would help out around her farm. They can’t use their magic, of course, unless they want to be ratted out by a nosy neighbor and strung up in the gallows. With everything that’s going on, Pepper isn’t able to sell much of her stock, but it at least means that there’s enough to feed all of them.

(Harold “Happy” Potts, Pepper’s husband, makes a delicious carrot and lamb stew, by the way.)

“Have you heard about that Inquisition?” Pepper asks as she sets down a warm, fresh loaf of bread in front of Tony and Rhodey. Along with that, she slides them sizable cups full of honeyed milk. “They put in an order today. It’s gigantic, honestly. S’like they’re feeding an army up there.” Rhodey tears the loaf into two, smiling at Pepper in thanks while Tony is focused rather intently on how easily it pulls apart, how fluffy it looks. Rhodey can practically hear him salivating. He gives Tony one half of the loaf, ruffling Tony’s hair as he starts to tear into it. “Maybe because they actually are feeding an army up there. I’ve heard there’s a lot of them,” Rhodey replies, taking a small bite of his bread and eating with far less urgency than his younger friend to the right. “I heard they—” he swallows and clears his throat, turning his voice into a whisper— “I heard they recruited the mages.”

Pepper nods. She tapping her fingers melodically onto the oak table. “If you two want to, I would be willing to pay for you two to travel to their base. I think it’d be for the best,” she says after a moment of deliberation. Her eyes start shining, a closed-mouth smile appearing on her face. Tony stops eating, looking at Pepper with his head cocked to the side and his entire expression reading did we do something wrong? “It’s not that I don’t want you two here,” she quickly adds, “far from it, actually. I think of you two and the children me and my husband never had, but… I feel like you two would be safer there, with other mages and people to protect you. If someone tries to come after you two here, Maker knows I’d lay my life down on the line, but all I really have is a pitchfork, and my husband hasn’t wielded a sword in quite some time now.” “It is something to think about.” Rhodey swallows thickly. Tony nods in agreement and goes back to eating. It’s a long trip; Skyhold isn’t exactly a skip and a jog over from Pepper’s farm. There are so many variables in which it could go wrong. Bandits could hold up their carriage, they could be left whilst sleeping and their possessions robbed from them, but if it means being able to use their magic freely, if it means that he doesn’t have to constantly worry for Tony’s safety, then he supposes he can go along with it. “You said the Inquisition put in an order, correct?” “Indeed they did, ser Rhodes,” Pepper answers. “How would you go about bringing your produce up there?” Perhaps they could hitch a ride on the wagon then as opposed to Pepper paying for an expensive transportation service. “They are to send a carriage.” Pepper’s eyes light up. “Do you mean to ride with them on the way back to Skyhold?” “If they would allow us.” Rhodey gestures at himself and then at Tony. “I don’t think they would turn down a couple of mages. If anything, we’d be extra hands to help around the base. Maybe you and your husband could join us?” Pepper laughs, reaching forward to take Rhodey’s hands in her own. She’s a farmer, Rhodey knows, but it still startles him how callused and rough her hands are, yet she is so delicate, so gentle with her touches. “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think they would allow 4 extra people to come with one of their carriages, plus Happy and I have to look after the farm, or who would help supply them then?” She rubs her thumbs against the back of his hands soothingly. “We can visit, but I’m afraid we can’t stay with you two.” After taking a sip from his cup, Tony finally speaks, “But what if their tarts aren’t as good as Happy’s?” “You’ll just have to make do then, won’t you?” Pepper grins.

So, Rhodey and Tony do make it to Skyhold, thanks to the generous carriage driver who allowed them to come with (he even let them bring their staves, although they were to be kept under the tarp at all times). The driver is a mouse of a man, around the same height as Tony. His voice is small, his demeanor meek, but his eyes hold intelligence and threaten that you wouldn’t like to make him angry. He tells them his name is Bruce and he’s usually the one who mixes potions and tonics, draughts and poultices, but they have enough apothecaries that they can afford to send the others off on other errands. Tony takes a liking to him near immediately, and it’s probably helped by the fact that Bruce refused Pepper’s payment, saying that he’s that one that’s there to do the paying. Rhodey thinks Bruce is a kind man, although he doesn’t talk to him nearly as much as Tony does. He does appreciate Bruce’s love for a fine cheese as well.

Once there, Bruce introduces them to Natasha, a former Orlesian bard who came to join the Inquisition to “wipe the red from her ledger.” Everything about her is fluid, from the way she moves to the lilting of her voice; she’s the epitome of grace, poise, and knowledge of how to kill a man in less time than it takes for them to blink. She does a variety of things around the hold, from helping to train the newer recruits that don’t exactly have the sort of brute strength and force that allows them to be on the front line, to doing more subtle works such as manipulating nobles to their favor or performing espionage on their detractors. Thankfully, she has no prejudice against mages, claiming a mage once saved her life once and, even if one hadn’t, it would be unfair to pass judgement on those you do not know, whose circumstances are far out of their control. She does, however, say that it’s a shame that neither of them would get the chance to train under her. She directs them to ser Carol Danvers and ser Stephen Strange, two incredibly powerful mages that help the younger ones with their powers.

They assumed that their teachers would be rather austere as the responsibilities and the implications of their posts would leave them haggard and with little patience. Well. They were right about Stephen. Not so much about Carol. While she does have the capacity to be serious when the time calls for it, she admits that she’d much rather be joking around in the tavern with a stein full of the finest Denerim ale. Rhodey develops a crush on her right away. Tony teases him mercilessly about it.

Okay, that’s about it for now, but also I’m thinking about Tony getting close to Steve or Bucky (depending on which ship I want lol), and Rhodey finds out about it. Rhodey is sort of a protective older brother figure to Tony, but he doesn’t see anything wrong with Tony starting a relationship with someone on his own accord. That is until he finds out that Steve/Bucky is a Templar. Or used to be. It doesn’t matter. He starts to get suspicious about their intentions with Tony and doesn’t quite like it when he sees that they’re alone with him.

#da au

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moonlightmadnessreviews · 5 years

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It, Chapter 2 (2019)

After almost 2 years, Andy Muschietti’s highly anticipated It Chapter 2 is finally in theaters! I had the chance to see it opening night and I must stress something right up front: I am NOT jealous of the task Muschietti took on. Stephen King’s It has long been regarded one of his most ambitious novels, blending themes of childhood nostalgia, multidimensional beings, fear itself and the hold that your hometown can have over you. As proven by the 1990 miniseries, these can be very difficult concepts to translate from page to screen. So how did Andy and his producer sister Barbara Muschietti do this time around?

It Chapter 2 takes place 27 years after the events of 2017’s It, as Pennywise the Dancing Clown returns to the town of Derry, Maine to hunt children, made all the more tasty when forced to marinate in their own fear. After a quick flashback to the first movie, the film jumps to present day. Just as the death of Georgie kicks off the first movie’s, we set this film rolling with a brutal hate crime against Adrien Mellon, a gay man attending Derry’s Canal Day Festival. Upon further investigation, it’s confirmed by OG Loser Mike Hanlon that Pennywise has returned and phone calls are placed to each member of The Losers Club.

As I said, siblings Andres and Barbara Muschietti had no small feat on their hands. Not only did they need to take us through re-introductions of each member of The Losers Club, now all successful adults (safe for Mike, since he never left Derry) but they then dive back into flashbacks to show us more moments where Pennywise had tormented our protagonists. The adult Losers are rounded out by Jessica Chastain (Bev), James McAvoy (Bill), Jay Ryan (Ben), Bill Hader (Richie), Isaiah Mustafa (Mike), James Ransone (Eddie), and Andy Bean (Stan). Reprising their roles in flashbacks are Sophia Lillis (Bev), Jaeden Martell (Bill), Jeremy Ray Taylor (Ben), Finn Wolfhard (Richie), Chosen Jacobs (Mike), Jack Dylan Grazer (Eddie) and Wyatt Oleff (Stan).

Like Mindhunter earlier this year, It Chapter 2 does an amazing job with its casting. The adult Losers actually pass for grown up counterparts to the younger cast, Ben, Richie and Eddie’s character’s being at the top of my list for the “What Kind of Witchcraft is This?!” award. An honorable mention must go out to Teach Grant and Nicholas Hamilton as adult and young Henry Bowers respectively. I feel Bower’s character was somewhat underutilized, which is sad because both actors gave amazing performances as the Losers’ human bully.

Lastly, we see Bill Skarsgård reprise his role as Pennywise. Skarsgård gave a standout performance in 2017’s It, making the role entirely his own rather than trying to duplicate Tim Curry’s iconic performance in the 1990 miniseries. I was glad to see Pennywise get a little more time to shine during this feeding cycle. We get to see him as an opportunist, hunting down easy prey and we also get to see him as a clever, and ultimately deadly, conniving murderer. Skarsgård’s performance really highlights just how much Pennywise enjoys these feeding cycles, milking each and every minute he’s on screen and giving a portrayal that’s just as goofy as it is menacing. His dialogue this time around seems especially menacing, taking on the tone of an inter-dimensional bully.

As with any adaptation of a Stephen King novel, some key points and characters are left out to allow for breathing room. This gave Muschietti the opportunity to expand on some of the more esoteric aspects of the story, such as the Ritual of Chud, the Losers reverting back to their childhood selves (best exemplified by Bill’s returning stutter) and lastly the origins of Pennywise and the Dead Lights.

The tone of the movie also felt very balanced. It had been stated in many interviews that the Muschietti’s planned to make Chapter 2 much scarier than their first installment, which had me somewhat worried, as I didn’t want them to lose sight of what I felt made the first movie so great! Luckily for audiences, they still managed to effortlessly balance comedy, heartbreaking emotional scenes and amped up terror effortlessly.

Stephen King’s novel frequently jumps back and forth between timelines. Books tend to have an easier time with these jumps, however it has always been much trickier to get the same message across on film. Here is where I feel the movie had the most difficulty. At times, the shift from present day to flashbacks felt a bit jerky, and others felt as though they flowed pretty seamlessly. After a while, the film did feel repetitive and somewhat formulaic in that once one character’s flashback/present day block was done, we knew the next character’s mission was up next. You have to consider the fact that the film makers were working off of a Marvel Cinematic Universe style source material, with 7 main character’s and, at times, two villains to follow. That being said, the movie easily could have fallen apart in less experienced hands and I applaud Muschietti for the way he managed to meld things together as best as he could.

On the other hand, one aspect I found down right distracting was the de-aging effect used on the younger cast. I understand that the cast had grown up in the 2 years or so between filming movies, but I would have rather had the task of suspending my own belief and staying immersed in the movie over being distracted by the digital effects artists trying to make Jeremy Ray Taylor’s cheeks digitally chubby! At times it even made the audio feel as though it was off. There were certainly some wonky green screen shots in the first movie that distracted me in a similar way but I think I actually missed a few lines of dialogue from being thrown off by how strange it looked.

Where the digital effects were used best was in helping Pennywise transform into an array of different creatures. We got to see many different variations on The Eater of Worlds and although I’m a huge advocate for practical effects, I feel the digital effects was definitely necessary for some of the more fun-house-like sequences.

As a fan of both the book and the 1990 miniseries, I feel It Chapter 2 did a great job sticking close to the source material while still being its own adaptation that will surprise fans of King’s book. If you’ve only seen Chapter 1, I think you’ll really love how the story is tied up and would highly suggest you dive deep into the book. First time readers will also have fun realizing what all the shots of turtles in both movies mean! Andy and Barbra Muschietti have once again done a great job tackling one of the most complicated monsters in recent history, without losing sight of the emotional core that makes the story so amazing. Where the movie may struggle structurally, it excels thematically and brings the scares they promised. It Chapter 2 is surprisingly emotional, humorous and will remind you of what it’s like to check under your bed at night!

Rating: 4 Full Moons out of 5 🌕🌕🌕🌕

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OOC Note: Okay so I thought this one up while seeing all these animal transports and trailers on the highway during my road trip. It is weird, even for me, so I really debated whether to write it out. So here goes nothing. You’ve all been warned.

Trigger Warnings: All the trigger warnings and throw on the one for super weird shit.

Double Warning: This is stupidly long.

Finally: If anyone wants to write this out, there is a set up for three different interactions within, one for each of my bad men.

It had been a strange day to say the least, Bear mused as he lifted his little hucow up to settle on his lap. The week had started simply enough. His heifer had taken been seeded well enough. He cupped her belly, firm and round under his hand, as he mused, but she was not carrying well. She seemed very poorly to him and finally unable to determine what the trouble could be, he made an appointment with the hucow breeding specialist in the nearby city to their small farming town. It was a three-day drive but they all tended to be a bit overly fond of their cattle. He didn’t remember the time when the hucows were considered to be the same species. That time had come to an end several generations ago. To his knowledge there was no one currently living who remembered this time period. It seemed insane to Bear.

He looked down at the small heifer on his lap and smiled at her indulgently. The day’s events had distressed her and he disliked that intensely. However she seemed to have calmed and eaten some of her dinner, so that was promising. She needed to sit out with him a bit, getting some fresh air before he put her to bed in her cage in the trailer. They didn’t keep much in the way of stock so it was a small trailer. There was one cage running the width of the trailer at the end furtherest from the entrance. It was big enough for two and she had spent most of her day in there with one of their other hucows. There were three other cages, each padded and long and wide enough for a heifer to turn over and half sit up but no more than that. The other space held their feed and other supplies.

He glanced over at Ubbe and the hucow receiving his attentions at the moment. They had owned her all their lives. Bear had even been present when she was born - the first he had seen. She had been a fat and happy little calf and grown into a pretty hucow. She had already rewarded their affectionate treatment and good training by producing one lovely calf of her own. They all followed the correct breeding protocols, not seeding a female until she had gone into heat at least four times in succession. This did not usually happen until she had reached physical maturity, sometime around twenty years. Sometimes a bit earlier, sometimes later. You couldn’t go by a general guideline. A hucow would become mature when she did so and not a second sooner. You couldn’t force it, although they had all heard stories. Disgusting really. Those breedings never went well and the milk produced by anyone too young was virtually undrinkable, or so it was said. Honestly Bear had no experience with such things.

Bear had read an old book once that said human women would have monthly cycles. That sounded exhausting and messy to him. Four times a year was more than sufficient. On her fifth cycle she was available for breeding, although some owners would hold off a few more just to make sure or to optimize the season during which the calf would be born. Every now and then a hucow produced a human male, rare and extraordinary really. Most males had to be conceived in a facility. The three of them were rarities - natural males born of their father’s stock. So unusual that they were actually featured in a few medical journals when they were children. A fact that Bear kind of liked and Ubbe found personally horrifying. Ivar didn’t give a shit one way or the other.

At that thought Bear’s gaze shifted to his other brother. At his feet was a young hucow that was the most extraordinary thing Bear had seen in his life - a wild cow. She was the reason for their strange day. While they had hand-raised the hiefer who was currently getting her long hair brushed out by Ubbe, practically making her purr, Bear had personally bought the hucow on his lap as a boy. It had been his first auction. She had been so very young and he had wanted one of his own to raise up as a 4H project. His father approved and took him to the auction, giving him his carefully saved money to spend. Bear had trained her himself, participating in all the shows, even when it made her cheeks turn a ruby-red. She would still try so hard for him and he had always been proud of her. She had slept in her cage in his room until she had been too big for it any longer and had to be moved out to the barns.

But that’s how most cattle were obtained these days. You either bred them or you purchased them at auction. A wild cow was nearly fictional. He had never seen one until this morning. They hadn’t been driving long when his own dear hiefer had whimpered, the driving making her suffer. Since they had time to spare, they had pulled off the road and took their cattle for a walk before letting them rest in the sunshine. Ivar had wandered ahead, with no particular hucow to watch when he had spotted her. Picking berries, she was well out of sight of the road. She was wearing actual clothes and not just the soft tunic that most hucows wore on warm days. He messaged his brothers and the hunt was on. Wild cattle were subject to no legal protection. When they caught her, they would have to confirm she was not branded or tagged in some way. If so, they would have to release her immediately. Cattle rustling was strictly illegal and none of them wanted to serve time for a mistake.

However, the odds of any male allowing a hucow to wear clothes and go somewhere alone was so unlikely that they could only conclude that she was a wild cow. The chase had been long. She was small and crafty but Ivar had been quite determined. Once caught they stripped her easily to confirm there wasn’t a mark on her. She was clean. Unable to resist, each of them had cupped the round curve of her unmarked ass, marvelling at the absence of a brand. To their astonishment she tried to use human words with them. Screaming and yelling and making a fuss. Ivar had to warm her bottom until she grew silent and was placed in a cage in the trailer. Their other females had required assurance they were not also in trouble and meriting punishment.

After some rest while they drove, the wild cow once again tried to use human language. Technically everyone knew hucows could do it but it was so strictly discouraged that to do so in front of humans merited strict punishment. However, they had all heard their cattle whispering to each other or their young. Males who were a fraction indulgent, as the Ragnarssons could be, would pretend not to hear so long as such foolishness was not directed at them. Educating a hucow in language was strictly forbidden after all so they all pretended they weren’t teaching each other how to speak. Only in rare cases were they allowed to speak to a human, such as to convey illness or injury or warn of some trouble. So when the wild cow tried it again, they had been amazed. They had found a place to pull off and this time the discipline didn’t end until the wild cow was not just quiet but sobbing. If so much as a fingertip touched her bottom or thighs now, the female would cry out. But it did seem to do the trick. She had settled at last. She had her back to the rest of the group, her head pillowed on one of Ivar’s feet as his other foot was tucked behind her knees. Both a protection and a sort of claiming. She wore nothing because Ivar hadn’t felt she merited a privilege yet. As soon as they reached the City, they would brand her and update their legal inventory to reflect the acquisition of the wild cow.

He looked down at the small hiefer on his lap and brushed back a strand of hair from her cheek. “We’ll see the vet tomorrow little one.” He assured quietly, “We’ll make sure you and your calf are all right. I promise.” He was too soft by half but he had owned her since he was 12 years old and he wasn’t about to lose her now. Not if he could help it.

#plot idea #wanted plots

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