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mitsies · 1 year

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sick days ; satoru gojo

when 8-year-old megumi falls sick, you and your co-parent / maybe-boyfriend go down a rabbit hole.

gojo satoru x gn reader fluff, child-rearing, confessions, mutual pining (reader & gojo are school friends in their early 20s!)

'regret' was a word you have exiled out of your vocabulary.

it was a part of being a new (unwilling) parent to 2 overly intelligent kids, you supposed; you couldn't regret things.

'regret' was a word that would eat away at their little kid brains and latch on to the wormholes of insecurity in their heads, stretching them out and out into big voids that would probably take over their short, sweet lives. (it was like saying you regret anything would instantly equate to you regretting taking them in, and you couldn't have that.)

generally, your journey navigating the raising of toji fushiguro's children after his death wasn't difficult save for the obvious mental health issues he'd inflicted on his young kids. (you hadn't known the extent of it until megumi pretended he wasn't crying when you forgot to pick him up from school once. it was a real eye-opener.)

but it wasn't like you needed to establish authority. megumi and tsumiki generally followed your word and looked up to you- there were no issues there.

the real root of the problems was your silver-tongued and stupid-looking accomplice, gojo satoru.

you'd never regret taking tsumiki and megumi in. you'd never regret the actions you'd allowed gojo to take against their father. the only thing in the world you really did regret was giving gojo satoru your spare house key.

"who wants cake?"

you return from picking up megumi and tsumiki from school to a kitchen that seemed like it'd been through many small explosions. the smell of smoke hung faintly in the air. gojo loomed behind the counter like a bad omen and you scooted the children behind you warily.

"satoru," you began as if you were scolding a petulant and sulking child, "what are you doing in my house again?"

yes, again. because this was the 3rd day in a row gojo had blown off his missions and all his deep, deep piles of shit at jujutsu high to deal with to come harass you.

"why do you look so upset to see me!" gojo whines as his posture drops dramatically. he feigns a sigh with a hand over his heart. in doing this, he drops the skillet (why does he have a skillet when he's making a cake?) on his toe.

instantly, a stream of firey profanities and angry curses spews from his mouth as he hops around clutching his foot. tsumiki covers megumi's ears. he can still hear everything.

"satoru," you hiss, "not in front of the fucking kids, dude."

the tall man rises back up and shrugs, nonchalantly trying to pretend he hadn't basically been rolling around crying a second before.

despite this being a regular tri-weekly occurrence at this point, you still berate gojo. and by berate him, you just curse him out. megumi and tsumiki shuffle out from behind you with their schoolbags, and gojo beckons them toward the kitchen and to him.

"you're so irresponsible, you dumbass!" gojo places a piece of sweet red velvet cake onto a paper plate for tsumiki. he nods to you sweetly, as if encouraging you to keep going.

"why are you always here, burning down my house, when you have mountains of paperwork to do back at the school? you are a grown-ass man child." another slice is served to megumi.

"you need to get out. now." megumi and tsumiki scurry off to their rooms. gojo has emerged from the kitchen now, and he's nodding encouragingly. he's got an apron on and his sunglasses are shoved in his hair and he looks so strangely domestic that you don't bat an eye at first when he comes behind you and massages your shoulders.

"let it out," he says, and you sigh because his hands really do work through the knots in your back, and jesus christ, is there anything he's not good at?

hold on. just what is he doing?

you flip your hand back, effectively smacking him in the face as you storm into your kitchen and start angry-cleaning. you'd like to curse him out some more but you're so embarrassed and flushed and you know gojo well enough to be certain that he'd notice if you spoke.

"let me help you clean." you don't protest as he starts picking up his own mess alongside you, and there it is again: that familiar premonition, that tick in your chest, and that honey-sweet scent you've grown to call in your mind the 'gojo-sense' because it was a sensation you've only observed around him before.

you've known gojo satoru since day 1 of your schooling at jujutsu technical college, and you've known him every day since then, much to your discretion. unfortunately for you, he was one of your closest friends- so close, in fact, that he'd so kindly offered megumi and tsumiki to you after he found (kidnapped???) them post-toji's death.

(you're pretty sure megumi and tsumiki hadn't been kidnapped. you've grown close to them in the year-ish you've been raising them and you think they'd tell you if they were. you think.)

in all your years of knowing gojo, you could count the times you've felt like you truly understood him on one hand. the count lies at 2.

the first time dates back to his very first time trying alcohol. it was almost the end of your 3rd year, and shoko had snagged a bottle to share with your little group.

you remember gojo being pensive about trying it, and trying to bluff his way out. and you remember the confession that followed, that he'd never tried it before. shoko and geto laughed. you don't remember if you did, too, but you remember gojo looking at you hesitantly before he took his first shot.

and then he almost threw up.

again, your other friends laughed and teased, but you were too caught by the question of 'why did he look at you' to bother.

it didn't help that, during this time, you had a major crush on him. it was gone now, though, you swear.

the second time you think you understood gojo satoru was the night of riko amanai's death. it had happened so fast. you remembered his smile and then you remembered his tears as he cried for the first time in front of you. you remember holding him, your best friend, and then you remember not being able to as infinity filtered between your fingers and blocked you from his skin.

that was the night that gojo satoru vowed to never let anyone through his walls again. you would not be an exception. but unfortunately for him, you were already in his secret garden.

so despite you thinking that gojo had closed you out of his inner world forever, he had a place for you all along. you just didn't know.

the two of you remained heavily ingrained in each other's worlds, despite this rift. you were a package deal, and more often than not gojo could only be found when you were nearby, much to your irritation- and much like right now.

"you still need to get out of my house," you grumbled, but with less drive. this is how it goes every day- gojo appears. you try to get him to leave. he does not. you give up. repeat.

"you gave me your key," he reminds, and you're not looking at him but you can hear his smile. "and i could get in without it, anyways. you can't really do much."

"thanks for informing me about how you're a master burglar. i should report you to the cops."

"as if i couldn't take the police," gojo scoffs. you almost smile.

"regardless of whether you could take the police or not," you say, waving a crusty whisk in his face, "you couldn't take me. so you'd better leave."

(you probably couldn't take gojo in a fight. not that he would ever hurt you but there is no competing with the strongest. but he always listens to you, just like he does at this moment.)

"okay, okay, fine," he relents. he finishes helping you clean and is gone in a blink with his stupid little teleportation ability, and you know you're the one who wanted him to leave but you can't help but feel a little empty now that he's gone.

you know he'll be back soon enough, though. and you're proven right because your phone buzzes with gojo's special ringtone and he's already informing you that he'll be home for dinner and to not finish the cake. this prompts you to glance over to the kitchen counter, where said cake was not there.

you blink, before concluding a ghost probably got it. weirder things have happened in your household. you do feel a little sympathy for the ghost's stomach, though- that amount of sugar would be enough to kill them again.

you shrug your shoulders before carrying on with your life, sitting on the living room couch with your laptop to type out a report about some bullshit you don't care about and how it'll affect sorcerers and whatnot.

it's not until you call megumi and tsumiki out of their rooms for dinner do you realize that it was, in fact, not a ghost that had eaten the cake.

tsumiki arrives at the dinner table first, ever-so-polite, helping you set up 4 places (the extra in case gojo made good of his word and dropped by to eat.)

megumi doesn't arrive until a few minutes later, just as you were about to go collect him from his room. he stumbles out of his door like he'd just fought 7 wars consecutively, his face paler than death and his 4-foot self shaking like a leaf in the wind.

he almost slams into you, with the way he staggers through the hallway to the kitchen. he doesn't meet your eyes as he apologizes profusely, flopping onto a chair like a fish.

almost instantly, the poor boy passes out face-first on the table. you and tsumiki exchange a worried look as you press the back of your hand to his forehead, only to feel that megumi was burning up.

"surprise! did you miss me?"

you shoot gojo a glare as he materializes in the kitchen a few feet away. at his loud and rather irritating voice, megumi usually would've woken, being a light sleeper- but the 8-year-old was still knocked out with his face on his plate like it was a pillow.

"satoru, no offense, but could you keep it down?" tsumiki, ever-the-saint and ever-so-helpful, inquired politely. "megumi's sleeping."

at this, gojo furrows his brow, turning his head to the sleeping child.

"oh."

you can almost see the cogs turning behind gojo's thick skull before he asks: "what's wrong with him?"

you blink at him. "connect the dots, dumbass."

tsumiki laughs awkwardly, quickly grabbing her plate of food before speedwalking away to her bedroom, calling out a quick, "i'll be in my room if you need anything!"

you sigh, unable to blame the poor girl. if you had a choice, you wouldn't want to deal with gojo either.

gojo turns back to you with raised brows. "our family is falling apart. our daughter is running away, and our son is dying."

"that wasn't funny in the slightest."

"i think it was."

you exhale, a half-smile forming on your face. "okay then, mr. comedian, could you help get megumi to his bed?"

gojo doesn't need more prompting. he's already carrying megumi like he weighs less than a feather, with a gentleness you often forget he has. you're even more surprised when you see that gojo's hand actually touching the fabric of the boy's clothes- his infinity is off.

you don't mention it, even though you're sure that gojo knows that you've noticed. you try to ignore the way your heart thunders as you watch from the kitchen as gojo carries megumi to his room, observing from afar as he tucks the boy into his sheets carefully and ruffles his hair. you try not to smile like a fool but you think you do a poor job of hiding it.

when gojo returns to the joint kitchen and living room of your apartment, he pulls himself onto the counter next to you to sit, ignoring the various seats at his disposal.

"well, he's sick."

you snort. "yeah, no kidding."

you're still watching megumi's bedroom door but you can feel gojo's gaze land on you, as it often does. "he'll be okay. don't worry about it too much."

a certain softness warms your heart and you release a breath you didn't know you were holding. "yeah. you're right. it's no big deal, he'll be fine."

megumi was not, in fact, fine.

at 6 in the morning, you feel a soft, incessant tapping on your arm. you stir groggily, only to hear a familiar child's voice- megumi's voice.

you sit up, rubbing your eyes as your vision adjusted. you realize you weren't in your bedroom- you were on the living room couch. and gojo satoru was curled up close behind you.

you'll deal with that later, though, because megumi looks like he's on the verge of tears. wordlessly, instantly, you put a hand on his back and kneel down to his eye level. you can see tears welling up in his eyes and concern burns your lungs.

"is everything okay?" your whisper is met by sniffles and you pull the boy into a hug, which he allows, burying his face in your sweatshirt sleeve.

"i'm sorry. i threw up and i don't feel good. sorry."

you might cry too, as you hold him close and rub his back.

"it's okay, don't apologize. i've got you."

at some point, megumi falls back asleep. you hold his sleeping form on your hip as you shake gojo awake. he grumbles and groans until you smack his arm and he stirs.

"what? is everything okay?"

you're almost impressed with how gojo instantly scopes out the situation- from the sleeping, sickly child at your side to your tired, worried expression.

"i have no idea what to do."

you're whispering but you don't have to be, as your guilty confession tumbles out. you're hardly 20 and your child who you got roped into raising is sick. you could hardly function properly yourself, and then you became a parent-ish, and then your kid got sick. to say you were stressed was an understatement.

gojo blinks. you think he understands the weight of your words because he stands swiftly, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"i'm not sure either," he whispers back, "but we can figure it out."

the two of you devise a plan, consisting of googled remedies from mom blogs and random doctor's offices, and gojo's childhood experiences with getting sick.

while he cleaned megumi's room (a task you'd assigned him, seeing as you were already holding megumi and didn't want to wake him, and not because you just really didn't want to), you shuffled through your kitchen to riffle through cabinets and drawers, in search of flu medications, cough drops, or anything that might help.

ultimately, all you came up with were bandages, gauze, and iodine- the lifeblood of a jujutsu sorcerer. you sigh, fighting the urge to slam your head into the wall.

gojo shows up next to you, running a hand through his hair. you'd be flustered if you weren't so irate.

"nothing?"

"nope."

gojo sighs and you're reminded for a second about how scary this must be for him, too. he's only your age, and just as powerless as you. helplessness is not a feeling he must encounter often, so it must be particularly awful when it happens.

you almost feel bad for him, but then a playful grin cracks his face, and he pulls out jingling car keys from his sweatpant pockets.

you narrow your eyes. "oh, no. you are not driving anywhere, not at this time of day. it's still dark out."

gojo clicks his tongue and starts walking to the door. "i'm not driving. we are. think of it as... a road trip! i think i have some medication at my place."

you wave your hand in the air dismissively. "just.. teleport us there, or something? i'd rather die than drive with you again."

"i told you! i'm a good driver! i was just messing with you!"

"you crashed your car into a tree, satoru."

you startle yourself with your use of his first name, but you don't think he notices because he bounces right back.

"it was funny!"

you shake your head. "not happening."

"i can't teleport us."

"why not?"

gojo looks a little guilty at this. you soften. "i don't really trust myself with my abilities anymore. i don't know. it's kind of stupid."

"no, it's not stupid. i mean, i trust you," you try hesitantly, "but if you don't, we can drive."

you put aside your fears of gojo behind the wheel and you're glad you do because he looks at you in a way that makes you feel like the only person alive. "i'm a good driver. swear."

gojo is, to your surprise, not a horrible chauffeur. unlike the first time and last he drove you somewhere, there are no crashes or screaming or anything of the sort.

the streets are quiet with only the occasional car buzzing past. you don't think you've been to gojo's apartment. yours has been the go-to spot for whenever he or shoko would want company.

it's almost a calm ride, with gojo steering wordlessly and megumi snoring softly in the backseat. you're honestly impressed he hasn't woken up yet. you thrum your fingers against the dashboard, pulling one leg underneath you as you sat.

"we're here," gojo states. you glance at him drowsily from the corner of your eye, watching him leave the car and head to the backseat to retrieve megumi. your follow suit and leave the car, gazing up at the towering, swanky apartment building before you.

"this is so above my pay grade," you breathe, "are you sure they'll allow us commoners in here, my liege?"

gojo laughs softly, "no. you might have to wait out on the curb."

the building's lobby is a boring beige, with glass chandeliers providing a dim white light. it feels plasticky and stuffy and you're a little afraid to touch the elevator's buttons because you don't want to break them.

gojo's apartment is no better. the decor is minimalistic, and it hardly looks lived in. the only signs of life are the coffee mugs in the sinks and the jars of candies on top of the fridge.

his apartment might be big and high-end, but it feels so devoid of life, and you suddenly realize why gojo spends most of his time at your place.

it might be small and cluttered but it's warm, and cozy, and lived-in, and god knows that's what gojo needed. you can't imagine how isolated he must be in everyday life. your heart aches.

gojo sets megumi down on the couch with the gentleness of an angel, not that it was needed because in his current state, the boy could sleep through 12 nuclear explosions and then some.

wordlessly, gojo beckons you to follow him to a room situated at the end of the hallway. it's big and just as empty as the previous rooms, with only a dresser and a bed pushed into separate corners.

gojo rustles through the dresser drawers, presumably in search of medicine, but your gaze wanders to something else- the only real decor you've seen in the house.

there are two framed photographs sitting on top of his dresser. you take one in your hands, squinting to make out the image in the dark. you recognize it as yourself, laughing and looking behind the camera. geto and shoko are in the background, walking together on the pier.

you remember this day. it was the last mission of your first year at tokyo jujutsu high, and the four of you had decided to go out and get ice cream. it had begun to rain, but you hadn't cared. in the photo, your hair was clinging to your face but your smile was bright.

you remember the joy of that day more than anything. apparently, gojo did too, because he kept this photo despite it being years in the past.

the second frame contains a blurry photograph. you can't tell what it is at first, but after staring for a moment you realize: it's megumi, you, and tsumiki. megumi is younger in this somehow, despite the fact that it must have only been a few months ago. he's sprawled across your lap, and you just know that he would hate this picture.

tsumiki is sitting on the floor with you attentively, listening to you, as you show her something on your phone. she's smiling and looking at you with such reverence and admiration, and you feel a strange sort of pride.

you put the photo down and feel gojo staring at you. you turn to him, and he holds up a blue bottle- ibuprofen. "i get headaches."

you blink at him. "i like these pictures."

he smiles awkwardly. "yeah, me too."

and maybe it's the fact that it's encroaching on 7 in the morning, and you're delusional from the stress, and maybe this is a bad decision but you turn back to the pictures and smile and say, "i used to have a huge crush on you back in school. like, around when this picture was taken."

gojo doesn't react, staring at your hand as you point to the photo taken in high school. it's silent for a few moments before he speaks. "that's funny, y'know, because i liked you in this one."

you blink as he gestures to the recent photo. you laugh.

"you're so lame. how do you manage to always have the stupidest pick-up lines?"

you wait for gojo to laugh with you, but he keeps looking at you, and you cease your laughter.

"satoru? is everything okay?"

he takes a minuscule step closer and suddenly you're hyperaware of everything- your heartbeat, his face, your skin, you can feel it all.

"i wasn't joking," he says.

"oh."

you feel your heart thunder in your throat. gojo's eyes stare into yours and you look back into his and you have never been more lost for words than you are right now.

gojo takes your silence as a cue to continue.

"i liked you then, and that hasn't changed. you've been with me through basically everything. i don't know how to say this," he fumbles over his words now and you're reminded that you were only a teenager a few years ago, "but you make me feel less alone than i ever have."

if you were to speak at this moment, you wouldn't be sure what would come out of your mouth. so you place your hands on either side of gojo's face and plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

it's brief and easy, and it's over before gojo's fully processed what's happened.

but apparently, it was far, far too long because a little voice speaks from the doorway, sounding exasperated beyond his years. "can you guys figure this out later, i feel like i'm dying."

amused, you watch as gojo stumbles to the door holding the blue bottle, and watch him usher megumi over to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

you follow from a few feet away, watching as gojo tries to battle his embarrassment, and savoring it because you're certain that, come morning, he will be absolutely shameless.

you were right. by the time you arrive back to your own apartment, with megumi again asleep in the backseat, he's already discussing pet names and marriage and boasting about how you're lucky because he's just such a good kisser.

tsumiki is near-frantic when you return, and you mentally facepalm for not remembering to shoot her a text explaining your absence. you and gojo spend a good 5 minutes consoling her after placing megumi in his room yet again.

her confusion is only halted when a bolt of realization passes through her, and she manages a smirk that you didn't think she could be capable of.

"why are you guys holding hands?"

you blink, and look down at your right hand, which was currently intertwined with gojo's. you snatch it away and roll your eyes with a dramatic huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

gojo looks shattered.

"what betrayal," he wails, slumping onto you like his bones turned to jelly. you push him off and he lands on the floor sprawled out like a starfish.

"my own partner," he huffs from the ground, "hates me. my life is so hard."

tsumiki's eyes pop out of her skull. "partner? oh my gosh, what did i miss?"

you groan and cover your face with your hands.

a 4th voice chimes in. "don't worry. it wasn't pretty."

megumi stands in the hallway, looking fine as ever, and decidedly not sick.

you blink at him. tsumiki stares. even gojo raises his head off the floor to make sure that the boy was not, in fact, a ghost.

"aren't you sick?" gojo asks.

megumi rolled his eyes. "well, i was, but i'm better now. i think that was your cake from last night. it was so nasty it made me want to die."

you look at gojo. he sits up and shrugs sheepishly.

regret was not a word you use lightly. but right now, you really, really regret letting gojo satoru into your apartment.

author's note: dont think abt the timeline of this too much pls

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thepastisalreadywritten · 10 months

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The sight of chubby baby cheeks is often enough to transform even the most committed curmudgeon into a babbling softie.

Sentences become shorter, sounds are exaggerated, and the overall pattern of speech is more singsong and musical.

Researchers have dubbed this “motherese,” or, more formally, “infant-directed speech.”

“We’re not changing the words that we’re saying, we’re changing the way that we’re saying them,” says Laela Sayigh, a marine biologist at the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution and Hampshire College in Massachusetts.

Only a handful of other species have been shown to change their calls when addressing young, including zebra finches, rhesus macaques, and squirrel monkeys.

Now, Sayigh’s new study, based on three decades of data in Florida, reveals common bottlenose dolphins use motherese — one of the first times it’s been documented in a species other than humans.

It's a major discovery, agrees Rindy Anderson, a behavioral ecologist at Florida Atlantic University who was not involved with the research.

The study, published today in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, "suggests that using these modifications when communicating with young assists them in learning how to produce these calls themselves,” she says.

Talk to me

Learning language is hard. Yet infants, incredibly, sop up the verbal soup around them and learn how to construct sentences with the appropriate structure.

How? The answer has to do with how we intuitively talk to babies.

Making our sentences shorter strips away unnecessary words. Emphasizing sounds makes words clearer. And — importantly — we increase the pitch of our speech.

Studies have shown these vocal characteristics grab and hold the attention of children far better than normal adult-directed speech.

And when parents are coached on how to use motherese, their child babbles more and has a bigger vocabulary as a toddler.

Language scientists make an important distinction between motherese and what is commonly referred to as baby talk.

The latter, they say, consists of largely made-up words with inconsistent and incorrect grammar and syntax:

It’s the difference between telling a baby, “Look at that DOGGY!” and “Wook at dat widdle puppy-wuppy!”

That’s why the list of species that use the more accurate motherese has so far been limited.

“Vocal learning is actually very rare. Out of the millions of species that use sound to communicate, there’s just a few groups that must learn their vocal communication systems,” Anderson says.

Signature sounds

When Sayigh began working with a pod of wild bottlenose dolphins in Florida’s Sarasota Bay in the late 1980s, she observed that these marine mammals shared many characteristics with humans.

For instance, mothers and their offspring live within intricate social groups held together by a complex language of songs and whistles.

Over time, the biologist began to wonder whether females use motherese to communicate with their calves.

Bottlenose mothers nurse their young for two years, and the animals generally stay with her until they’re between three to six years old, learning how to hunt, navigate, and stay safe in the ocean.

Father dolphins generally aren’t involved in rearing their young.

Dolphin communication is profoundly different from how humans talk.

The most common dolphin vocalization is their signature whistle, a sound unique to each dolphin that serves as the cetacean equivalent of a “Hello, My Name is…” sticker.

Dolphins, however, don’t use another animal’s signature whistle to direct communication.

Instead, they repeat their own signature whistle and listen for another dolphin to respond with their own.

It’s analogous to your mother standing on your front porch and yelling her own name to summon her kids, says Kelly Jaakkola, a cognitive psychologist and marine mammal biologist at the nonprofit Dolphin Research Center in Grassy Key, Florida.

As part of their ongoing research, the Sarasota Dolphin Research Program performs regular veterinary exams on the wild dolphins, which have gotten used to the scientists’ presence.

During these exams, Sayigh and colleagues would sometimes attach a small recording device called a hydrophone to a mother dolphin’s forehead with a fist-size suction cup that the researchers later removed.

By analyzing recordings of 19 different female dolphins over 34 years, Sayigh found that the signature whistles of dolphin mothers had a greater range of frequencies — the high pitches were higher and the lows were lower — when their calves were nearby.

The high-pitched sounds are out of the range of human hearing.

Endless questions

To Jaakkola, who wasn’t part of the study, this work was “a fantastic first step.”

“The data here are beautiful,” she says. “The trick comes in possible interpretations of what’s happening.”

The work only looks at dolphin communication in one specific context, which means scientists can’t say definitively that the dolphins are speaking to their calves in motherese, Jaakkola says.

For instance, the results could be due to vocal changes in caused by lactation, or some other unknown variable.

However, in a 2017 study, researchers noticed an identical change in mother dolphins’ signature whistles while examining the effects of human-made noise, which lends support to the authors’ conclusions that the dolphins change their pitch as needed.

For Sayigh, the questions are endless — and fascinating.

“I just can't even articulate what an amazing project it is. I could spend three lifetimes there,” she says.

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jenny-bridget-writes · 2 years

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The Dragon Who Doesn’t Want to Keep the Princess Locked Up In His Tower

Arkhon the Great Unknowable Wyrm Beneath the Mountains Great and Vast, Vast as His Hoard of Gold Upon Which He, Arkhon the Great Unknowable Wyrm, Slumbers, was an average ordinary dragon. He was an introvert, preferring the company of his libraries and his piles of treasure to that of humans or other dragons. He had a wicked look, with glimmering blood red scales and a pair of jagged horns atop his head. His lungs could shoot gouts of liquid flame from the top of his mountain keep all the way down to the forests below.

Except for one thing. Arkhon had a burden. A loathsome, pink-clad, eighteen-year-old burden.

A regal young lady with eyes of emerald green and skin of almond brown. Hair like waves of dark water spilling forth from… something or other. She was a human, a mere hors d'oeuvre by size, and just as short-lived in the face of the Unknowable Wyrm. Princess Jahanara from the kingdom of Quambley had been imprisoned in the tower above his cavernous lair. He didn’t know why, but someone had paid him a hefty sum of gold to keep her locked in the tower. With his eyes full of gold and his brain full of wonder at all the shinies he could collect, he agreed to the deal without quite thinking it through. After all, how hard could it be to keep track of one human? All she could possibly need was water and sunlight. Or was it food and water? Maybe still some sunlight?

But then came the whining. Every day without fail, Princess Jahanara would sit by her window, singing woeful songs, reciting -mediocre- poetry that she must have written herself, or just thinking out loud as hard as her singular brain cell would permit. By the gods, princesses were just as bad as princes in that respect!

“Oh how I long for a brave knight to rescue me from this tower and sweep me off my feet!” she said, “Oh how I wish someone would slay this beastly dragon and free me from this prison!”

“Have you tried sending a carrier pigeon?” Arkhon asked in reply, his voice a bone-shaking bass, “They can travel farther than your voice. And they’re wonderfully silent.”

“You don’t understand me!” Jahanara shouted, “Nobody does! Not you, not my parents! And not that damned vizier!”

“Is that why nobody’s come for you?” Arkhon said with a taunting flick of his head, “Because of your insufferable personality?”

“They will come!” Jahanara stamped her foot. “Knights from all corners of the globe! … Eventually. Look! There’s one now!”

Arkhon looked down the mountain. At the gate of his keep stood a knight in shining steel astride his faithful steed. He had no helmet, and instead let his long blonde hair blow in the cold breeze.

“Hie, foul devil! Hateable demon! Beastly worm!”

“It’s Wyrm, you amateur,” Arkhon said with a growl.

“Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub! Asmodeus, Satanas, Lucifer!”

“Arkhon,” Arkhon corrected him, “What are those names?”

“I come to slay thee, beastly beast!”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Your intimidation shall not stay me, Archimedes! I come seeking the hand of the fair Princess Jasmina!”

Arkhon raised a scaled eyebrow. “Oh… Oh honey, your princess is in another castle. I’m keeping Princess Jahanara, and she’s more dark-complected than fair.”

The knight shrugged. “That will do. Nonetheless, I must slay you, beastly beast of beastfulness!”

“Why do you keep calling me beastly?” asked Arkhon, “I’m certainly more well-read than you, you country bumpkin-looking child.”

“You are a foul beast!-”

Arkhon leaned down toward the knight, so close his nose almost touched him. The knight’s horse reared back and fled.

“You will be more creative with your vocabulary, young man,” demanded Arkhon, “Call me beast one more time and I shall crush you with my pinky claw.”

The knight, sufficiently frightened, continued his stupid little speech. “You are a foul bea-… um… devil! And it is my duty as a knight to vanquish you and free fair lady Jonathan!”

Arkhon’s eyes grew distant as the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked together for him.

“I’m not a character,” he said, “I’m a roadblock. An obstacle for a young, hot hero to overcome. Is that why a princess was locked in my tower? So some sniveling brat like you can prove themselves by murdering me?”

“That’s,” the knight said, “that’s sort of the idea, yes.”

“Well, I’ll have no part in your foolish games. You want the princess? You can have her. Frankly, you two seem perfect for each other.”

“Hiya!”

Suddenly, Arkhon felt a sharp pain in his foot, like he’d been stung by some sort of insect. He looked down and saw the knight trying to pull his embedded sword out of the dragon’s foot.

“Ow!” Arkhon cried. He reflexively brought his foot up and stomped down on the knight, as if swatting a mosquito. He took the longsword between two claws and pulled it out. Princess Jahanara wept as Arkhon picked the oozing pieces of the knights body out of the cracks in his scales. “Terribly sorry, child. I sincerely didn’t mean to do that.” He covered the body as best he could with a handful of rocks, and stuck the sword into it as a sort of grave marker. The poor child was foolish, but he deserved some dignity in death.

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Another long week passed. Arkhon kept the princess fed with meals of mainly roasted meat. Every day she’d protest, saying “I’m a vegetarian! My faith doesn’t permit me to eat this meat!” But she eventually caved. Arkhon felt bad for making her break her religious vows, but he was no chef. Nothing grew this high up in the mountains! His hands were too large to work a stove or boiling pot! He had no way to feed her fruits and vegetables, and he certainly didn’t want the poor girl to starve!

But another week passed, and the girl was still alive. Arkhon slunk up alongside the tower one day and peered through the open window.

“Princess?” he asked carefully, “May I ask why you are here?”

At first, the princess seemed in no mood to talk. She was curled up in her bed, with her knees drawn to her chest and her head hung low. Her curly hair stuck out in all directions. She didn’t sing, or recite poetry. She didn’t even whine anymore.

“I’m here,” she said finally, “Because I refused to choose a suitor.”

“You used to sing every day about wishing to be rescued by a brave knight,” Arkhon said, “And yet you tell me now that you refused to choose a suitor?”

“Men and women from the four corners of the globe sought my hand,” Jahanara said.

“Actually, a globe has no corners… nevermind… continue.”

“But they were all twice my age! Middle-aged women and men with gray beards! I didn’t want to marry and become a trophy in some duchess or viscount’s bed! I want to sing! I want to travel the world and sing of its many beauties!” She blushed a little. “And… meet its many beauties.”

“Why not just run away, then?” asked Arkhon.

“My parents would not hear of it,” Jahanara said, “Instead of choosing a suitor, they had me imprisoned here. Then, whoever slayed you and ‘won’ me would be worthy of my hand. I’d fall in love with them for their good deed of rescuing me. And it would have worked, too! I would have been enthralled by my savior for at least two months! More than enough time to entrap me in an unbreakable marriage!”

Arkhon paused for a moment. “I… understand how you feel, Princess. I too have never chosen a mate. I’ve never seen a need to. And I-”

Suddenly, something tapped the side of Arkhon’s head. He looked down toward the castle’s gate. A helmeted knight slung a bow over their back. Their armor was unpolished and smeared with dirt. They said nothing as they approached the gate.

Arkhon leapt from the tower, landing with an earth-shaking thud at the gate.

“Her Highness is not seeking any suitors right now,” he hissed, “Leave if you wish to keep your head on your shoulders.”

The knight said nothing. They looked up at the dragon through the shadowed slits of their helmet… and bolted for the gate! Arkhon swung his heavy claw down, but the knight pulled their sword off their back at just the right moment to deflect it. Arkhon stumbled. He stumbled! That was certainly new. The knight ran onto the stairs that wound up the side of the keep and into the tower. Arkhon tried to smash the knight against the wall, but they were too nimble, and leapt between his great fingers. He spread his wings and rose into the air to get a better shot at them. He opened his mouth, and felt his fire breath mixing in the back of his throat. Like bile and saliva gargling together. A stream of liquid flame spewed forth from his mouth. The knight raised their shield, covering most of their body. The flames stuck to the wall and the shield, which the knight had to discard after getting some of the sticky flame on their gauntlet. They were almost to the tower. Once they got inside the door, there would be nothing Arkhon could do. It was nothing but a well-protected spiral staircase all the way up to her.

The knight stopped at the door. It was locked. Aha! Arkhon had them now! He gargled another glob of fire breath. Right as he let fly his blazing saliva, the knight moved out of the way of the door, letting the fire breath break it down for them.

“NO!” Arkhon roared. He had failed to protect the princess. He soared up to the top of the tower, where Jahanara had been watching the whole fight. “Princess, I’m sorry. I have failed you. The knight! The suitor! They’re coming up the stairs!”

“You let one get through?!” Jahanara gasped. She paced around the room. “Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. They’ll send me back to the castle. I’ll never see freedom again! My life is over before it’s even begun!” She sank to her knees and began to sob.

Just then, there came a banging at the door. Jahanara grabbed the most weapon-like object she could find: the fork that she used to eat her heretical meats.

“Oh, the key’s right there,” came a voice from the other side of the door. The knight threw open the wooden door and raised their sword to the window where Arkhon was. Jahanara stepped in front of the knight.

“Stop!” she cried, “Stop right there!”

“Woah, woah!” The knight sheathed their sword, “Princess, I’m here to rescue you!” The knight took off their helmet, revealing a long braid of auburn hair. The knight was in fact a woman. Her tanned face was lightly dusted with freckles. A scar split her left eyebrow in two.

Jahanara faltered for a moment. Arkhon saw the enamoration on her face. But she held up her fork again. “I’m not going back to my kingdom.”

The knight shrugged, still holding her hands up in surrender, “Uh, okay. Can you offer me some sort of compensation? I’m getting paid a lot of money to rescue you, but I’d happily drop you off at the port if the big guy can spare some gold from his hoard.”

Arkhon and Jahanara both looked this woman up and down. Her armor was not of this region. In fact, is was a mismatched monster of different pieces. A samurai’s lacquered shoulder pauldrons, a knight’s steel breastplate, the leather greaves and bracers of some pit gladiator. Was this…?

“Are you… an adventurer?” asked Jahanara.

“I prefer ‘hired help’ when working with royals,” the adventurer said, “But yeah, I’m an adventurer.”

The fork clattered to the ground.

“Do you…” Jahanara stammered, “Would you, perhaps… need someone to… um… sing, um… of your exploits?”

“Sure, that’d be nice,” the adventurer said, her cheeks turning a touch red, “I’ve never had anyone sing about me before. But I also want money.” She looked to Arkhon. “Hey, you’re Arkhon, right? Arkhon the Great Unknowable Wyrm Beneath the Mountains Great and Vast, Vast as His Hoard of Gold Upon Which He, Arkhon the Great Unknowable Wyrm, Slumbers? That’s you?”

Arkhon was absolutely smitten. If Jahanara was his to give, he would give her to this adventurer right away.

“You know my whole name,” he remarked.

“Know your enemy,” the adventurer replied with a wink.

Jahanara stumbled back as if struck by an arrow. She and Arkhon exchanged a look.

“Yes,” Arkhon said, “Oh, yes… you’ll get a portion of gold, my dear. Just enough to set you on your way, pay for a new shield, and a nice dinner at the port.”

The adventurer gave Arkhon a thumbs-up. “Sounds good to me!”

Arkhon held up a claw. “You can start toward my hoard. I’d like a word with my prisoner.”

The adventurer shrugged again. “Okay.” She headed for the door, but turned quickly before leaving. “Don’t. Kill. Her.” Jahanara nearly fainted. The door remained open as the adventurer made her way down the stairs.

Jahanara went to the window where Arkon peered in. She placed a hand on his scaly skin. “Thank you for protecting me.” She gave him a quick kiss on his snout.

Arkhon smiled. He himself didn’t wish for such things as romance, but seeing it in other people brought such light into his otherwise dark and miserly life. “Thank you,” he told Jahanara, “for being my prisoner.”

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The importance of playgroups in raising children

Playgroups in schools play an important role in promoting the holistic development of young children. These interactive and fun events provide a unique space for children to learn, explore and socialize in a structured yet playful environment. In this article, we will delve into the importance of playgroups in raising children and how they contribute to the overall development of a child.

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3. Mental development: Play is a natural and effective way for children to develop their imagination. Playgroups often incorporate activities that stimulate creativity, problem solving and critical thinking. Whether it’s building blocks, solving puzzles, or participating in pretend games, these experiences help develop the cognitive skills necessary for later academic success.

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6. Parental involvement: Playgroups often encourage parental involvement, creating stronger connections between parents and their children’s early learning experiences. Parents can participate in group activities, workshops and events, gain insight into their child’s development and learn how to support that development at home.

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The conclusion is that playgroups are invaluable child rearing resources. Children are provided with a structured yet enjoyable environment for social, emotional, intellectual and physical development. By recognizing the importance of play in learning, schools can build a foundation that prepares children for a successful learning journey and a fulfilling life ahead.

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The being a parent of your youngster will be the rearing of the child and undertaking the responsibility for loving, looking after, and assisting her or him. Parenting varies in several ways from the levels of the child's lifestyle. Some raising a child suggestions end up being well tested and can keep essential no matter what your child's grow older. Right here we are going to talk about a few of those recommendations.

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The French culture family structure is not very different from many other cultures. The norm typically being heterosexual couples who have children. Reproduction is seen as a way to carry on a family. Families also encourage children to stay at home until they finish their education, and they usually move out when they are financially stable enough to do so. The families are in charge of socializing their children including teaching them values and manners. They learn the French language as a child, and are expected to do well in school. While many of the traditional gender roles have been changing over time, there are still examples in which women and men are expected to act differently. For example, when dating it is typical for the man to ask the woman on a date, traditionally dinner. When it comes to the household duties, many French women work and make an income for the family. However, according to Cultural Atlas the, “Men are often still seen as the primary income earners. Many women are still expected to fulfill more traditional gender-stereotypical roles such as cooking, cleaning and child-rearing’”. Women are also expected to act in stereotypical “feminine” behaviors, and not to be seen as vulgar. When it comes to the reinforcement of either individualism or collectivism, in general the French encourage individualism. They want people to take pride in their own work. Children are encouraged to go after what they are passionate about. They are also brought up to respect their elders and they are looked up for their wisdom. Family is overall very important to the French, and they have many family gatherings. These are also seen as a time for children to practice their socialization skills. One unique thing about this culture is how much they prioritize their work-life balance. They are encouraged and expected to take at least 5 weeks of vacation time a year. Once the work day is over they are off the clock and not expected to answer work phone calls or emails. This is enforced so that people can spend more time with their families, showing how much family is valued in French culture. As for the effect of globalization on French culture there have been many changes in the past 10-15 years. As was mentioned earlier, gender roles have changed dramatically in recent years, and a big part of this is because of globalization. The main change is in the ideas that are brought in from other families and people moving here. Some are good such as same sex couples being more accepted and the offering of more parenting techniques. Some may have “Concerns about the potentially negative effects of globalization are particularly salient in France because of France’s long standing desire to maintain a universal culture and concomitant fear of cultural domination” according to Philip H. Gordon and Sophie Meunier

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