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crisiscutie · 9 months

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G'day,

First off I just want to say that I love your blog and how you get into psychology of Sephiroth and when I read HoS or fluffy Sephiroth AU it is like I am a fly on their wall and it is bloody awsome ! I would like to ask about the darlings milk supply for HoS and fluffy Sephy, we all know that C.C-. and R7 Sephy has a dependence on the darlings milk but when they feed, especially C.C, do they suck her dry or can she reel them in before that happens and do they demand milk everyday ? Because being a lactating mum is hard work especially with two grown male appetites to deal with. As for fluffy Sephy does he restrain himself ? Can I also ask how all of the Sephys that require the darlings milk like to have it, directly from the breast or will a bottle do ? Sorry if this is a long ask but your Sephology is so good 😁.

Thank you.

Thank you for the kind words. Always happy to hear em~ and yes, let's get right into the milky goodness.

Content Warnings: NSFW. Nursing/Milk Kink. Mommy Kink. HoS and Domestic AU LORE post.

༻❁༺ HoS: The Darling and her milk supply

I would say near the beginning of HoS, she has an average amount of milk produced for an expectant mother, but a problem remains that C.C. would drain her of her milk. His milk obsession began when he wanted to relieve the pain from her swollen breasts during a cuddle session in the early days of HoS. He never intended to develop a craving for his mommy darling's breast milk, but the experience and exhilaration he felt from drinking it made it irresistible. Why did he like it so much? Her milk, due to the Jenova Cells in her breasts, has a distinct flavor and scent, along with additional nutrients that surpass those of typical human milk. It also gave credence to C.C's insistence to call her "Mother," given that Jenova Cells are known to scramble memories and emotions. Additionally, the darling's Jenova Cells possess a unique mutation that also amplifies her breast milk.

C.C's need for breast milk had become so intense that he would become agitated or even vicious if he didn't receive it in a timely manner. C.C. was not interested in any food other than breast milk, and it was a slow process to introduce him to other options.

Frustrated with C.C. constantly draining her milk, OG Sephy created "enhancements" that would result in a significant increase in her milk production. But now, the darling's milk oversupply has become a persistent problem even when she's not pregnant, causing discomfort and inconvenience. C.C. is essential to making sure she is relieved... 7R always had a tiny milk kink but did not actively start engaging in it until the Sephy hive mind was fairly developed. As Darling continued to observe the Sephiroths, she began to notice how they mirrored each other's actions and behavior, almost as if they were part of a single entity, more and more. She developed a theory about this, calling it the "Echo Theory".

༻❁༺ What is the Echo Theory?

The Echo Theory is a spin-off of the Reunion Theory, under different circumstances. This theory describes a scenario where the "Reunion" was delayed due to the Sephiroths' conflicting wills, each one struggling to become the dominant force of Jenova (and the Darling). With time, they become more tolerant of each other, the more they are around each other. As a result: Their traits begin to overlap. Their specific goals and desires overlap. Such as 7R actively engaging in his milk kink because of C.C. or C.C. desiring to breed the darling constantly like OG Sephy or AC Sephy becoming more patient and observant of his plans like Dissidia Sephy.

Short trends may occur when one Sephiroth has a strong influence over the others. If so, the echoes will intensify. The echoes intensity can also lead to the Sephiroths to act as one in a hivemind, which is what happened one time they came together to fuck the darling in the garden.

The theory has some holes, however: The darling cannot figure out what it takes for one Sephiroth to have a powerful influence over others temporarily. And she doesn't know what triggers the rare hivemind actions of the Sephiroths. And she cannot figure out if Jenova herself is favoring any of the Sephiroths.

The Echo Theory's middle stage is shrouded in mystery, but Darling believes it's the End Stage that poses the greatest threat - the emergence of a single, supreme Sephiroth. It's horrifying for her to think about, as she loves them all equally, in their ways. They may hate each other and fight a lot, but they had times of harmony... Only time will tell if her theory turns out to be wrong...

༻❁❁༺ C.C. and 7R Milk Feeding Habits

They can be both aggressive and gentle, depending on their mood. As the darling tapped into her maternal side, C.C. became less aggressive toward the darling over time. They originally drained her, but she reeled them in, more and more... The weekly consumption of milk is crucial for C.C, while 7R can manage without it for more extended periods.

C.C. also never drinks from the bottles. The milk directly from the darling's breasts is what he craves, seeking both the intimacy and flesh felt with his luscious lips. 7R would prefer it from her tits as well, but bottles will do.

༻❁❁༺ Fluffy Sephiroth's Milk Kink and His Domestic Darling.

It all started when reading his maternity books in his attempt to support the domestic darling better. He was ashamed of his kink at first and kept it hidden from her. She had to tease him about it, to get him to admit. I wrote a story about this in detail here.

With his darling's encouragement, he gradually became more comfortable drinking her milk and now has a strong preference for drinking from her breasts. Like her HoS counterpart, the Domestic Darling also has Jenova Cells in her breasts that deepen the connection between her and Sephiroth each time he drinks from her breasts.

Sephiroth occasionally has dark thoughts of pinning the darling down and draining her milk-filled tits. It's hard for him to hold back and he often excuses himself from the darling to keep the feral thoughts at bay. He always regrets these dark thoughts....

And due to his fear of going overboard and not wanting to deprive his unborn children of food, he doesn't suckle the darling's tits as much, as his darling has a moderate but limited milk supply.

#sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #c.c rambles #ff7 #house of sephiroth au #yandere sephiroth #crisis cutie #sephiroth x reader #final fantasy x reader #fluffy sephiroth #domestic headcanons #domestic au #final fantasy vii #Sephology 101

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teansouprmyjam · 2 days

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Kay I'm finally catching up with cr and seeing how liliana defends staying with ludinus and woag I have thoughts

#like obviously this is cult 101 #but the whole 'it would be worse if i left'#that is exactly what a lot of people in abusive relationships say about trying to protect their children #and obviously domestic abuse overlaps a lot with cults bcs they become your only support group but woag #like that is exactly what my mama said I'm. woag. matt what the fuck #also obviously she's Done Harm. A Lot. but i feel like people don't get her situation #and the whole it's too late to leave and I'm sorry i have to put my child through this. when she doesn't have to #AGHHHFFJJFJFJ #anyways #critical role #cr3 #cr spoilers

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aronarchy · 1 year

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“Why Don’t They Just Leave?”: Entrapment as the Context of Abuse

When faced with the stories of physical and sexual violence, manipulation, gaslighting, and coercion that survivors tell from their experiences within abusive relationships, many people’s first question frequently seems to be “why didn’t they just leave?” And, indeed, with a limited understanding of the overall context that forms abuse, victims remaining with their abusers seems unimaginable. After all, if someone walked up to you on the street and called you a worthless piece of garbage, or slapped you in the face, you would not be inclined to share their company any further, so why do abuse victims appear to accept horrific treatment time and time again without leaving?

At root of this question is a fundamental misunderstanding of abuse that we must correct before we explore any further. Abuse is not determined by individual instances of violence or toxic behavior, nor do individual instances of violence or toxic behavior automatically mean abuse. Abuse is not simply whenever someone insults you or treats you badly: it is a broader relational context that limits your ability to resist, challenge, or leave someone who treats you badly. Many people understand abuse as the more extreme, individual incidents of violent behavior they tend to hear more about, but it is, in reality, the context of entrapment, in which the victim’s agency and autonomy are reduced, constrained, and coopted in order to empower the abuser that forms an abusive relationship.

An abuser is not comparable to a stranger who walks up to you and insults you or slaps you in the face, even if their apparent behavior in a particular moment is the same, and the options available to you in the moment of your assault are not the same as the options available to an abuse victim. The stranger does not know you, has no means to compel you to remain for another slap, and has little power to control your reaction to them. The abuser knows their victim on an intimate level, often has buy-in and often even significant trust and rapport with their victim’s friends, family, and/or workplace. They know where they live, and may even live in the same place. They know their insecurities. They know their vulnerabilities and how to leverage them. They often do not start the relationship with a slap as the stranger did, but instead build (often at a rapid pace) connection and dependencies with their victim before slowly introducing more overt tactics of control that they then use the existence of prior moments of connection to excuse and justify.

In his book Coercive Control: How Men Entrap Women In Personal Life, Evan Stark defines abuse not as individual incidents of violence, but as a system of coercive control more akin to prolonged attacks on liberty (like kidnapping and hostage taking) than it is to other incidents of physical assault: “The most important anomalous evidence indicates that violence in abusive relationships is ongoing rather than episodic, that its effects are cumulative rather than incident-specific, and that the harms it causes are more readily explained by these factors than by its severity” (13). The stories of abusive violence that emotionally rock you and lead you to ask “why would anyone stay after that?!” are certainly a feature of the abusive context, but as long as you remain focused only on them you will remain unable to find the answer to your question.

Put simply: not being able to leave an abusive relationship is a symptom of being in an abusive relationship, not its cause. An abuse victim is not continuing to experience abuse because they refuse to leave, the abuse is creating a context in which the victim unable to leave. There are various tactics, overt and covert, that can come together to create this context—emotional manipulation, physical intimidation, social isolation, financial control, control over children, control over housing, weaponization of the State (ex: threats to report an undocumented victim to ICE), etc.—and which ones are used frequently and which ones do not even play a role is unique to both the abuser and their victim. This is why understanding abuse as an overarching context of entrapment is vital to understanding the situation abuse victims find themselves captured within.

Additionally, it is important to recognize that not only is leaving an abuser an extremely difficult task (it takes, on average, 7 attempts for abuse victims to leave their abuser and remain separated from them) but it is also a highly dangerous one. Of abuse victims who are murdered by their partners, up to 75% of them are murdered at or after the moment they leave the relationship. Abusers seek to gain and maintain control over their victims, and when they see their victim attempting to escape that control, their response is frequently deadly. “Just leaving” is very rarely as simple, or as safe, as outside observers would like to believe.

Asking “if they’re being abused why don’t they just leave?” assumes that there is another reason, usually some personal failing, that causes the victim to stay in an abusive relationship, but the actual answer to that question is “they don’t leave because they are being abused.” Indeed, it may be far more productive to begin asking why the abuser doesn’t leave or allow their victims to leave, because the answer to that question has a much greater capacity to shed light on the abusive context as a whole.

The abuser doesn’t leave, or allow their victims to leave, because they are personally empowered by the abusive context. They mobilize all the resources and strategies at their disposal to maintain coercive control over their victims because doing so allows them to extract value for themselves (whether that value is emotional support, sexual satisfaction, domestic labor, or simply the gratification of having power over another person) from their victim at the expense of their victim’s autonomy. They use their intimate knowledge of their victim, outside cooperation of family, friends, and coworkers, whatever privileges given to them by larger social systems, and control over material resources to steal that victim’s agency.

Situations of abuse are situations of entrapment. Victims of abuse have their ability to act reduced, constrained, and coopted by their abuser. It is not a matter of choice, it is a matter of domination and control that is compounded by a larger system that both justifies it and supplies structures that make it possible.

Sources:

“DV Facts & Stats.” RESPOND Inc., https://www.respondinc.org/dv-facts-stats.

“Private Violence: Up to 75% of Abused Women Who Are Murdered Are Killed after They Leave Their Partners.” The Guardian, Guardian News and Media, 20 Oct. 2014, https://www.theguardian.com/money/us-money-blog/2014/oct/20/domestic-private-violence-women-men-abuse-hbo-ray-rice.

Stark, Evan. Coercive Control: The Entrapment of Women in Personal Life. Oxford University Press, 2009.

#repost of someone else’s content #article #butchanarchy #101 #relationship abuse #intimate partner abuse #domestic abuse #coercion #coercive control #misogyny #femicide #patriarchy

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whitedahlia13 · 1 year

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After that, Stiles must have moved closer, because when she finally inhaled...Lydia remembered being surrounded by the soothing scent of pine needles. Just like at the dance, when she had her head on his shoulder.

“Lydia... Lydia, hang on,” he whispered while his gentle hand brushed her hair away from her face. “You’re going to be okay. You have to be. Please, just keep breathing. Please, Lydia.”

Droplets were splashing on her cheeks. For a moment, she thought it had started to rain, but then she realized they were tears. His tears. Stiles was crying...for her. He cared about her that much. He had risked his life, put himself between her and the monster, and was still seeking to reassure her. His courage gave her the strength to open her eyes long enough to see him.

He was kneeling in front of her, tears sprinkling off the ends of his lashes, radiant gold in his eyes. It was beautiful – like being caught in a sun shower.

“Lydia, can you hear me? Please, don’t let go.”

She remembered the way his hand was clutching hers, anchoring her to life, to him.

Gradually, his warmth spread through her, and she didn’t hurt anymore. She remembered the calm that blanketed her.

She squeezed his hand and smiled.

And she was safe. There was music, slow and soulful. There were pretty lights all around her, swirling like her stomach...while she danced with her head nestled on the shoulder of a boy who held her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Stiles.

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cryptid-ink · 9 days

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I wrote this for my college English class. I was eventually chosen out of hundreds of students to perform it live in front of an audience. It's a true story.

TW: Domestic Abuse

Seizing The Day - Destin Cramer

The day that I left Josh was the worst day I possibly could have imagined. We had been together for five torturous years. I spent most of our relationship attempting to soothe his explosive episodes. His blood would boil until his face turned pink, the vein in his forehead throbbing as venomous words would drip from his lips. Living with him for so long, I felt hopeless, especially the day I left.

That day was just like everyday that I was with him. Except, that day, we were living out of a hotel room. The walls of our previous apartment were haunted by the sounds of our screams, and the neighbors refused to put up with it any longer. We caused too much of a disturbance. So, the landlords didn’t bother renewing our lease, and we couldn’t find anywhere with our bad credit. I had been unable to work for years due to my nerve pain and PTSD. Josh had been unable to work because he was “tired.” I knew he was just lazy.

Josh, my fiancé, a 23-year-old man child, was sitting on the unmade hotel bed, sheets strewn across the room, coffee in hand. His eyes narrowed at me as he noticed my eyes open to the sunlight streaming across the small hotel room. “I couldn’t even wake you up! We missed the apartment viewing!” His voice thundered against my tired ears.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep at all last night. I had to take my sleeping medication. It must have knocked me out,” I muttered, pulling my aching body up from the pristine mattress to confront the demon that haunted my every waking moment. His face held a strong resemblance to a small child who just sucked a lemon for the first time, while simultaneously looking like a constipated old man.

“Well, you should have woken up. If we can’t find a place to live now, it will be all your fault!” his voice echoed against the empty hotel walls. It seemed extra pitchy and annoying today. My service dog, Meatball, whined as he got louder. It seemed like even she agreed that he was being obnoxious today. She stared at me with her big brown eyes, begging for me to get him to shut up.

“That’s not true. And I really can’t talk about this right now. I just woke up. You could have gone without me to see the apartment,” I said desperately attempting to avoid another argument.

The day hadn’t even started yet. I dragged my feet across the old red carpet. The fabric was rough against my feet, and I was grateful for the sensation to focus on as I felt a psychogenic seizure starting. I was diagnosed with “Stress induced seizures” a few years into my relationship with him, and to this day I believe he was the cause of them. Though of course, I did have another one when I found out my favorite band, My Chemical Romance, reunited. Perhaps I should blame it on that.

“We’re going to be homeless for even longer now just because you were too lazy to wake up on time! I couldn’t have gone without you; you would have gotten upset if I left you behind!” I sighed deeply as his yelling penetrated my concentration. “I really can’t do this right now. Stop yelling at me! I just woke up and I can’t have a seizure to start my morning.” I felt the anxiety swirl in my stomach, rushing its way up my throat, threatening to choke me. Josh was very aware of my seizure condition, but that didn’t mean he was ever respectful about it.

“You can’t always use that as an excuse! You fucked up, and now we’re going to be homeless. Just apologize for not waking up on time!” His face grew more and more red. Oddly enough I remember thinking that he looked like a radish in that moment.

“Just stop screaming at me! Please, I can’t handle this right now!” I started shaking, the stress rising in my body, and I could feel it approach the threshold. My hands were unable to stay still as I poured the store-bought coffee into the paper hotel cup. I heard his screaming grow louder as the world around me started to blur into a dark cloud. I felt my legs give out beneath me, and I felt the rough texture of the floor scrape against my face.

I suddenly felt my vocal cords erupt as fear washed over me. I couldn’t control my body anymore. The tremors clenched every muscle in my body, straining all the strength I had against me, twisting me into horrific positions. I was a husk of anxiety and despair. I heard someone screaming “Please, Stop!” repeatedly. I hung onto that voice- my voice; hoping that I would come back to full consciousness when the screams ended.

Suddenly, my voice was muffled, and I felt my breathing get heavier. I tried to see out my eyes. The suffocating darkness surrounded me, as I shook uncontrollably, I was unable to catch my breath. That isn’t normal I thought to myself. I heard the door slam and the room got quiet except for my desperate sobs and gasps to get air. The seizure was straining every muscle in my body, causing an unbearable burning. I focused on the pain, and I slowly found myself climbing back into my body. I felt the feeling of control return to my stomach, then my legs, then arms, and eventually my hands. Desperate for air, I reached up to my face attempting to push whatever it was out of the way. My hands connected with something soft. It was a pillow. He had put a pillow on my face in the middle of my seizure.

Shaky and exhausted, I pulled my phone out of my pocket only to discover that it was wet from the coffee I spilled. I wiped my hands and phone off on my pants and quickly told my friends what had happened. My fingers mistyped as I shook, still feeling off I texted on our group discord “He put a pillow on my face while I was having a seizure.”

I ran into the white hotel bathroom and turned the shower on to drown out my voice. I hopped in the video chat section as I pressed my back against the door, just in case Josh came back. I cried as quietly as possible as I waited for them to answer. What felt like an hour passed until my friends’ voices broke through the noise of the shower and my sobs.

“You’re going to move in with me, and you don’t have a choice,” My redheaded best friend, Julia, said sternly. Julia was my closest friend in the group chat, and she lived only 3 hours from me in San Diego.

“What? I can’t do that on my own. I have nothing. I have no money, bad credit- I mean, Josh has access to all my bank accounts!” I said, panic oozing from my voice.

Morgan interjected, “Don’t worry about that- I’ll take care of it. You just need to break up with Josh and get in the uber that I order,” I could see her wispy brown hair in a messy bun as a cigarette dangled from her worried scowl. She was the “mother” of the group, constantly giving us stern advice, but always from a loving place.

“I’m scared- he won’t let me leave if I just say that I’m going to Julia’s.” Tears filled my eyes

“Goddamn it Destin,” Morgan raised her voice, “you can’t stay there, he could have killed you! If you don’t leave today, I will fly out there and pull you out by your hair!”

She was right, if I stayed something like this was bound to happen again. How many injuries from these “accidents” could my body really sustain? I was falling apart already. It was only a matter of time before he killed me and blamed it on my mental illness. How close was he really to smothering me with that pillow? I didn’t want to stay and find out.

“Okay, can you guys stay on the phone with me while I leave?” I sobbed softly, whispering in case Josh was close. “Of course, lets just go get your stuff.” Julia pushed.

I opened the door to the dimly lit hotel room. I sighed and pet my cats, knowing that this would be the last I saw of them. I had gotten them with Josh, but I knew Julia was allergic. Mama purred against my hand, not knowing my fate. I was going to leave this time. I didn’t know what the future had in store for me, but it had to be better than whatever level of hell this was.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door and my breath hitched. It was him, it had to be. He must have forgotten his key again. Idiot, I thought as I brought my phone with my friends anxiously waiting on the other line. I held the phone between me and the door like a shield. I opened it to see Josh’s smiling face holding two plates of food. “Honey, I think you need to relax, I got you some food, and tonight I wanted to take you on a really nice date.” His sickly-sweet voice rang out against the tension in the air.

My eyes narrowed into daggers as I realized what he was doing. He was attempting to get me to forget what just happened using bribery. I opened the door for him to come in.

“Actually, I’m not feeling well. I don’t want to go out tonight, and I need to talk to you about what just happened.” He looked at my phone as I spoke, noticing our audience.

“Yeah, we can talk, but I don’t want your friends listening.”

“I want them on the phone for this…” my voice quivered, along with my confidence. “What’s going on?” His voice darkened as he realized the seriousness of the situation.

There was a long pause as I drew my breath. The tension hung in the air like knives.

“I’m breaking up with you. I’m taking the dog and I’m moving in with Julia.” I stated bluntly. I didn’t care if I hurt him anymore. I was tired. This relationship was a dead limb, rotting on my body as I struggled and begged it to come back to life. It needed to be amputated and I was now my own surgeon. His screams broke my realization

“How could you do this to me? We’re a family! We’re supposed to be together no matter what! You can’t take Meatball!”

“Today you put a pillow on my face during a seizure. Last year you gave me multiple concussions. This was the final straw.” I stated, ice in my voice as I shoved random articles of clothing in my bag. He grabbed my phone out of my hand, screaming profanities as he attempted to stop me from packing. Usually I’d be scared, but that day, with my friends backing me up I knew I’d be okay.

“Let me go Josh, or my friends will call the police.” I pushed past him, grabbing my phone out of his hand as he attempted to fight me off, now only halfheartedly as he realized that I was serious this time. I pulled Meatball along behind me. Without missing a beat, she followed, wagging her tail as we left the monster behind. I cried violently as I ran out the door, dragging my few belongings with me. I felt a wave of grief wash over me as I shoved myself and Meatball into the back of the black tesla that waited for me outside of the hotel. Meatball licked my hands, attempting to calm me down as we left the hotel behind, her blocky head nudging into my legs the whole ride. We drove across the barren southern California landscape for three hours and I allowed the emptiness of the scenery to fill me with a sense of relief and terror as I realized this was the beginning of an entirely new life.

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rotzaprachim · 9 months

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Much observed but also highly entertaining the extent that fundies are worse at every discernible “home making” skill than many a group that they claim to be part of the Them group keeping women from their true roll as home makers

#I think there are many and highly complicated reasons behind this #A huge portion being the idealization of a past that never existed etc etc #Like the nine kids stay at home mom (with little Inter community help) who homeschools is just not a time equation that leaves time open fo #Cooking/cleaning/taking care of every child in an individual manner #The other unspoken elephant in the room is the extent that in the rare-r occasions there WAS the #Ye olden days Ma with her pristine white dress and nine pristine kids rather than an extended network of relatives/women etc etc #That social arrangement was only possible due to the working class women who did the cooking/cleaning/child care #In the South in particular the work of Black women. And for many of the periods fundies glorify? Enslaved women #Tw slavery #The cult of domesticity inseparable from classist and racist oppression etc etc #There’s just a lot going on with how outright bad fundies are at cooking and cleaning and that sort of thing #We won’t even touch on the parenting because that’s it’s own thing of a cultural structure that just creates intergenerational trauma from #The get go #But I think one of the big things to take away from the soc 101 kind of thing is like #Religious conservatism is deep in us cultural waters #But the whole fundie school of quiverfull related movements is NEW #It’s NEW #It’s a modern self-created culture from the 1970’s/80’s that can be classed in a group of similar religious revival movements #That shook politics around the world from that era as a reaction to “modernity” and which can be found in many cultures and religions #Inside and outside of the us #But as a fairly modern cultural construct there’s parents who assimilated into this culture and kind of formed it based on that idea of an #A past

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massivedrickhead · 2 years

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99 for the prompt please.

99. Starting a family with them.

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Notes: Once again, I'm sorry it took so long to write this prompt request. I didn't intend for it to be this long, but once I started writing I realised it was a universe I wanted to spend more time in. So if people like it, I would be up for writing more.

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Beca and Chloe hung back, hovering by the doorway of the newly decorated bedroom, watching as twelve-year-old Levi looked around the room. His hand was tightly gripping the strap of his backpack as if afraid it would be whipped away from him at any second.

He looked so much older than he was. Looking at him it was hard to believe he wasn’t even a teenager yet.

“We can paint it a different colour,” Chloe blurted out, never one to deal with silence very well. “If you don’t like grey. We thought neutral would be best but-”

Beca gently elbowed her in the ribs, and she stopped rambling. Chloe was radiating nervous energy, and Beca didn’t want Levi to pick up on it.

It had all been leading up to this moment. The application forms, the meetings, home visits, parenting classes, all of it had been leading up to this.

They had met Levi a few times now, but this was his first night in their home. In his new home. If it all went well…

They both knew things could still go wrong, they were still a long way off from adoption, but this felt like the biggest step they’d taken so far.

They were both so excited to be finally starting their family. Both so terrified that they were going to mess it all up.

“The colour’s fine,” Levi said, still looking around the room. It wasn’t big, but it was comfortable. Clean and tidy, still smelling of fresh paint. “It’s nice.”

There was a bookcase in the corner that was empty save for a few used paperbacks they thought he might like, mostly ones Beca had gotten from her dad when she was a teenager.

Under the window was an empty desk with a chair tucked neatly underneath, and a wardrobe and chest of drawers lined the wall opposite a double bed. A nightstand stood on either side of the bed. An alarm clock on one side, a lamp on the other.

“It’s a little bare right now,” Chloe said, her nerves bubbling up again in the silence. “But we thought maybe you’d like to pick things out for yourself? We could take a trip to IKEA or something at the weekend? Maybe we could get you some new clothes too while we’re out if you like? We’ve already bought you a few bits, but we don’t know what you like to wear or-”

Another elbow in the side from Beca.

“Or we could get it for you,” Beca said, her voice calm in comparison to Chloe’s babbling, “if you don’t want to come. I know I hated shopping when I was your age.”

“You still hate shopping,” Chloe said.

“Very true,” Beca agreed.

“IKEA sounds like fun,” Levi said. “I’ve never got to pick out my own things before.”

Chloe beamed. “Awesome!”

“We’re gonna let you get settled in,” Beca said. “I need to check in with work, and Chloe is going to finish up dinner. Come and find us if you need anything, okay?”

“Yeah,” Levi said, looking relieved to be given some alone time. “Um, thanks.”

“Mac and cheese for dinner!” Chloe said, brightly. “Ice cream and a movie after, if you eat all your veggies!”

Levi pulled a face. “Veggies?”

“Oh, Chloe will make us eat vegetables with almost every meal, dude. It’s really the only thing that’s wrong with her,” Beca said.

Chloe whacked her playfully on the arm, and Levi laughed before he could stop himself.

“Make yourself at home, okay kid?” Beca said. Levi nodded, and Beca smiled at him before leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

Instead of going into the kitchen, Chloe followed Beca into her office.

“It seems to be going well,” Chloe said, starting to pace as soon as Beca sat down at her desk. “Right? Like he seems to like it.”

“Yeah,” Beca said, looking up from her computer, watching Chloe walking in circles around the room. “So far so good.”

“Am I being too much? Like, overbearing? I don’t want to be weird and freak him out.”

Beca smiled. “You aren’t being weird. You’re making me dizzy with all the pacing, but you aren’t being weird. You aren’t too much.”

“I’m just so nervous,” Chloe said, wringing her hands.

Beca stood from her desk, and placed her hands on Chloe’s shoulders, stopping her from pacing. “I know,” Beca said. “So am I, and I bet he is too. It’s normal to be nervous when you care about something this much.”

“What if he hates it here? What if he tries to run away like he did at his last foster home? What if we can’t do this, Bec?”

Beca’s hands moved from Chloe’s shoulders to cup her face. “Take a breath,” she said, trying to get Chloe to hold eye contact with her. “We can do this. We know why he ran away from his last home, and we aren’t going to treat him like that, are we?”

Chloe shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “Of course not.”

“He isn’t going to have any reason to want to run away from us, and he isn’t going to have any reason to hate it here. I’m sure we’re going to make mistakes, it feels like we’re starting at level 5 of a video game without playing the tutorial first, but I know us. I know we can do this. I know you can do this. Let’s be the parents he never got the chance to have, yeah?”

Chloe swallowed and nodded. “Yeah,” she said, hastily wiping at the tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d start spiralling so quickly.”

“It’s okay,” Beca said, kissing her forehead. “You don’t need to be sorry. You feel this way because you care a lot, and that’s a good thing. I’m sure I’m gonna have my freak-out moments, and I know you’ll be there to talk me down.”

“We’re going to need to plan them so we don’t both have a meltdown at the same time,” Chloe said, causing Beca to laugh.

“I’ll put a schedule up on the fridge.” She kissed Chloe again, and let her hands drop. “I’m gonna go finish dinner.”

“I thought you had to work?”

“It can wait,” Beca said. “Take a few minutes to get yourself grounded again and then come help me?”

Chloe smiled and nodded. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Levi, dinner’s ready!” Chloe called into the hall, spooning mac and cheese onto plates.

Beca was setting the table, putting down placemats and cutlery, her heart soaring as she finally got to set the table for three instead of two.

Levi came into the room and hovered near the door, as if unsure where he should go.

Chloe smiled at him. “Can you grab some glasses out of that cabinet and put them on the table?” She asked him.

He nodded and did what she asked, placing three glasses on the table by a pitcher of water. Beca took the plates from Chloe, and placed one on each mat, glancing at Levi who still seemed uncertain.

“Have a seat wherever you’d like,” Beca said, sitting down in her usual spot. Levi hesitated for a moment before he took a seat next to Beca.

“Okay, dig in,” Chloe said, sitting opposite Beca, smiling as she watched her start removing the broccoli from her own plate and putting it on Chloe’s. “What did I say about eating veggies?”

“And what did I say about making me eat broccoli?”

“It’s good for you,” Chloe said, doing her best to look stern.

“Yeah, it tastes good for me,” Beca replied. Levi laughed, and Beca felt it in her chest.

“Do I need to start hiding it in the mac and cheese again?” Chloe asked.

“Not if you want us to stay married,” Beca said, smirking as she watched Chloe trying not to laugh.

“Hmm, how could I cope without you? What would I do if there was no one hogging all the bed space and letting dishes pile up in their office? I don’t know if I could live that way,” Chloe said, her eyes twinkling at Beca as Levi continued to laugh.

“Ouch,” Beca said. “You’re making me look bad.”

“Maybe next time you’ll just eat your greens.”

They bantered back and forth while they ate, and Chloe felt the nerves she’d been carrying for the last few weeks begin to slowly dissipate. He was here. He was finally home, eating dinner with them, laughing at Beca’s lame jokes.

It had been over a year since she had Beca had decided that adoption was the way they wanted to start their family together, and a little under a year since they’d decided they wanted to adopt an older kid. A kid that was more likely to get lost in the system until they aged out of it.

It had been stressful and emotional, but they’d made it this far. They were parents now.

“I’m stuffed,” Levi said, putting his knife and fork down.

“Not too stuffed for ice cream though, right?” Beca asked.

He shook his head and grinned again.

“I can still see something green on your plate,” Chloe said.

“Don’t worry, I got this,” Beca mumbled to Levi. “Hey, Chloe, what’s that behind you?”

Chloe rolled her eyes but turned anyway, and Beca took the piece of broccoli from Levi’s plate and put it on Chloe’s.

“Now who hasn’t eaten all her vegetables?” Beca asked.

“Don’t laugh, you’ll just encourage her,” Chloe said as Levi practically giggled beside her. It was a contagious laugh and Chloe couldn’t help but join in.

Beca gathered their plates and piled them into the dishwasher before getting the ice cream out of the freezer.

“What movie are we watching?” She asked. “Also, Levi, do you want mint chocolate chip or strawberry shortcake? Or I think we have some vanilla buried in here somewhere?”

“Um, mint please,” he said, standing to help Chloe clear the table.

“Atta boy,” Beca said, scooping out the mint for herself and Levi, followed by the strawberry shortcake for Chloe.

“Go get comfy on the sofa,” Chloe said to Levi. “You can start picking a movie. We’ve got Disney Plus, Netflix, Prime, the whole lot.”

“We have too many,” Beca added.

Levi dropped onto one of the sofas and started scrolling through Disney Plus.

“All good?” Beca asked Chloe quietly.

Chloe nodded, and let her head rest on Beca’s shoulder briefly. “You made him laugh.”

“Yeah,” Beca said. “That felt good. He looked so serious when he got here. So grown up. It was nice seeing him look like a kid again.”

They joined Levi in the living room a few minutes later and Chloe sat on the sofa beside Levi. Beca sat on Chloe’s other side and handed Levi his ice cream.

“Did you pick something?” Beca asked.

“There’s too much choice,” he said with a shake of the head.

“That’s what I’m always saying!” Beca said, her voice triumphant as if she’d just won an argument she was constantly having with Chloe.

“Choice is a good thing,” Chloe countered. “What sort of movies do you usually like?” Levi shrugged. “Comedies? Action? Musicals?”

His eyes flicked in Chloe’s direction.

“You like musicals?” Chloe asked. Levi shrugged again. “Musicals are the best.”

“They’re okay,” Levi said as if he was admitting something embarrassing. He shifted in his seat slightly, his attention focused on his ice cream. “Richard, the, um, the guy from my last foster home, he said musicals were for girls. Girls and fa- I mean, girls and, um, gay people.”

“He doesn’t sound like a very nice guy,” Chloe said, trying to tread carefully.

“He’s also totally wrong,” Beca added. “I’m a girl and I’m gay, and I don’t like musicals.”

Levi grinned, but he didn’t look up from his ice cream. “He was a jerk,” he said.

“So we probably shouldn’t worry about anything he had to say,” Chloe said. “It doesn’t matter what he thinks, because he isn’t here and you don’t have to deal with him anymore.”

“No one here is going to make you feel bad about the things you like,” Beca said. “You’re… You’re safe here, Levi. I know you really don’t know us yet, but, well, we want to be your parents, or guardians if that’s what you’d prefer. We want to take care of you. And we’re going to keep you safe, especially from big jerks like Richard.”

Levi nodded but didn’t say anything else. He seemed embarrassed and maybe a little uncomfortable, so Chloe turned her attention back to the TV.

“Have you seen Hamilton?” She asked.

Levi looked up and shook his head.

“You’ll love it,” Chloe said, clicking on it and hitting play. “Even Beca likes Hamilton.”

Halfway through Beca’s phone rang, so Chloe hit pause on the movie and used it as an excuse to stretch her legs and tidy away their empty bowls.

“Sorry, it’s work,” Beca said, answering the call and quickly leaving the room.

“Do you want a drink or anything?” Chloe asked, carrying the bowls through to the kitchen.

“No thanks,” he said, turning so he was kneeling on the sofa, looking over the back of it at Chloe in the kitchen. He seemed more relaxed now than he had been since he arrived. “Does Beca usually work at night?”

“Sometimes,” Chloe said. “She’s not supposed to, and they aren’t supposed to call her after six anymore.”

“How come?” He asked.

“Because she gets a bit… wrapped up in work. She really loves her job and she’s really good at it, and sometimes she works so hard that she forgets she needs to do other things too.”

“Like what?”

“Like eat, sleep, and spend time with her wife,” Chloe said, glancing towards the door Beca had just left through.

“She forgets to eat?” Levi asked like he’d never heard anything so crazy.

Chloe laughed at the incredulity in his voice and nodded. “It’s happened more than once.”

“She works in music, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Chloe said, returning to sit beside him on the sofa. “She’s a producer. She helps artists make their songs sound as good as possible.”

“And you’re a vet?”

“I am,” Chloe said, grinning. “What do you think you might want to do for a job when you’re finished with school?”

Levi shrugged again. “I don’t know. I’m not really good at anything.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” Chloe said. “I bet there are lots of things you’re good at. But it’s okay if you don’t know what you want to be yet. I didn’t know I wanted to be a vet until after I’d graduated college.”

“You didn’t? What did you want to be before then?”

“I honestly didn’t know,” Chloe said. “Sometimes it takes people a long time to find their calling, and not everybody has one. Beca has known since she was a kid that she wanted to make music, but I didn’t know until after college what I wanted to do. So it’s okay if you don’t know yet. It’s okay if you never know.”

Levi thought for a moment. “I like to draw,” he said.

Chloe’s eyes lit up again. “You do? That’s so cool! Do you have any drawings you can show me?”

“They aren’t very good,” he said, his ears turning red.

“That’s okay,” Chloe said. “They don’t need to be good, as long as you had fun drawing them.”

“I have my sketchbook in my room,” he said.

“You’ll let me look at it?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Um, I’ll go and get it.”

He returned a few minutes later, holding the sketchbook in his hand like it was his most prized possession, which it likely was.

He tapped his fingers against the cover before sitting beside Chloe on the sofa again.

“You don’t have to show me if you don’t want to,” Chloe said, sensing his hesitation.

“No, it’s okay, I want to,” he said.

He handed over the book and Chloe began carefully turning the pages.

She couldn’t have smiled harder if she tried.

The book was full of drawings of superheroes and comic book characters and even little comic panels he’d drawn up himself.

Chloe could see his drawings improve as she turned the pages. She could see the points when he’d begun to understand proportions and poses. She asked him about the characters, and he seemed embarrassed to admit that he’d come up with a lot of them himself.

“That’s so clever,” Chloe said, turning the pages. “I can’t do anything like this.”

“They aren’t that good,” he said, the tips of his ears glowing red again. “They’re not as good as, like, Spiderman or anyone.”

“Well Stan Lee had to start somewhere,” Chloe said, not wanting to look away from the pages. “What about this guy? What’s his superpower?”

Beca had finished up with her call and had returned to the living room. She leaned against the doorway, her heart practically bursting as she watched Chloe and Levi interact. He was talking to her animatedly now. Excitedly. And she could see the warmth and love in Chloe’s eyes as she hung on his every word.

Chloe glanced up and their eyes met. She was grinning so hard it made Beca want to cry.

Chloe had wanted this for so long. She’d wanted to be a mom, to have a family, for so long.

“Bec, come look at these, they’re so good,” she said, waving her over to the sofa.

“Is that okay?” Beca asked Levi, who nodded. She took the book from Chloe and started looking through it the same way Chloe had. Handling it like it was made of gold, turning each page carefully. “Dude, these are seriously so cool. You came up with all this stuff by yourself?”

“Yeah,” he said, shifting a little closer to Chloe so he could see what Beca was looking at. He pointed to a character on the page that looked like it was in a particularly complex pose. “That one took me ages.”

“I bet,” Beca said. “It looks like you worked really hard on it.”

“I did,” he said, with something like pride in his voice. Beca wondered how many people he’d shown this to. How many people had praised him on it. She hoped they weren’t the first, but judging by his reactions it couldn’t have been many.

The drawings stopped with only a few blank pages left in the book. “You’re almost out of pages,” Beca said, handing the book back.

“Yeah,” he said with a frown. “I’ve been trying to save them so I don’t run out.”

Beca glanced at Chloe. “We’ll have to get you a new one,” Beca said.

His eyes flicked up again. “Really?”

“Of course,” Chloe said. “We can’t leave you with nothing to draw on.”

“We’ll be giving you an allowance each week,” Beca said. “You can spend it on whatever you want.”

“But maybe this could be an extra treat,” Chloe said. “Call it a welcome home present. I think there’s a Michaels close to IKEA. We could go this weekend when we get the stuff for your bedroom?”

“Can we?” He asked, looking between them.

“Yeah, of course we can,” Beca said. “If you want to.”

“I want to,” he said, his eyes lit up with excitement. “Thank you!”

“And here was me thinking I’d have to beg you to come shopping with me,” Chloe said, grinning at the excitement on Levi’s face. “So, are we gonna finish this movie?”

“Yeah,” Levi said, sitting back down, his attention returning to the screen.

Chloe got comfortable beside him as Beca sat on her other side. Beca took hold of her hand and squeezed as she pressed play on the remote with the other.

When the movie was almost done, Chloe felt her chest get tight as Levi let his head rest on her shoulder. She squeezed Beca’s hand, who glanced over and smiled.

When the credits rolled Levi sat up and stretched.

“Think it might be time for bed,” Beca said, checking her watch and yawning. “Do you want to take a drink of water or something to bed with you Levi?”

“Yes please,” he said, and Beca stood to go and get him one, ruffling his hair as she passed.

“Did you enjoy it?” Chloe asked, turning off the TV.

“Yeah,” he said. “I really liked it.”

“I’m so glad you like musicals,” Chloe said. “Now I’ll have someone to watch them with.”

“You’re really taking a bullet for me here, dude,” Beca said, handing him his water.

He took it with a smile and followed them down the hall to his room.

“We sleep just across the hall,” Chloe said as they hovered in the doorway again. “Come get us if you need anything, okay?”

He nodded and put his glass down on his nightstand. Then, after a few seconds of hesitation, he took a step toward Chloe and wrapped his arms around her.

She hugged him back quickly, looking at Beca as her eyes filled with tears.

“I’m so happy you’re here, Levi,” she said.

“Me too,” he said.

When the hug ended, he turned and did the same to Beca, catching her slightly off guard. She hugged him back, a hand coming to ruffle through his hair again.

“Night kid,” she said when the hug was over.

“Night,” he said back.

“Sleep tight,” Chloe said.

“Thanks,” he said. “Goodnight.”

They closed his door behind them and went into their own room, neither speaking until the door was closed.

“He hugged us,” Chloe said. “He likes us, Bec.”

“Yeah,” Beca said, letting out a shaky laugh of disbelief, tears springing to her eyes. Chloe pulled her into a hug and kissed the side of her head. “I’m so happy he’s here. I’m so happy he’s home.”

“Me too,” Chloe said. “Me too.”

#no matter the timeline #101 ways to say i love you with actions #101 ways to say i love you #bechloe #bechloe prompt #bechloe fluff #domestic bechloe #bechloe prompt request #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe fanfic #bechloe fic #prompt #bechloe au #bechloe parents

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henryandkalcavillsdogpack41482 · 2 years

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MasterList

Published on 6/21/2022

Updated on 5/14/2023

Sebastian Stan

Birthday Girl - Y/N Hates Her Birthday With A Passion. Will whoever sent her roses with a card saying: Does your Birthday Wishlist include “Sex”? Because that’s what I got you. Happy Birthday. I know that you like me, so why not act on it. Change the situation?

The Art Of College Research Desperation 101 Teaser - "I need a guy to help me be a study subject for my paper if you have a free minute or two I mean that is all I ask and want."

Bucky Barnes

RockStar - Y/N is a Stripper who is hired to do a personal house call for her favorite RockStar. What she doesn't expect after a bit of a misunderstanding with Bucky is him coming to Grovel for her forgiveness.

What Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes Omega in heat hypothetically visually actually looks like in heat in the Alpha/Omega fan fics, one-shots - I don't think it matters if it's between two Aliens or Omega/Alpha human mates, I had this thought about how this clip is so related to what an omega must look, feel and behave like the moment her heat hits. Also, the first real reaction between her and her Alpha right before they go right at it into mating.

Henry Cavill

Obligated Burden Spotify PlayList: Spotify Page I Set Up For The PlayList

Obligated Burden Playlist: Keeps being Updated, so A Working Playlist in Progress.

Obligated Burden: Lindsee knows she and her Godchildren are damned if she doesn't agree to a proposed proposition of A Marriage Of Convenience to Mafia Boss, Charles Brandon, her Godchildren's Godfather. It being their Mother's Last Wish Made Clear in her Final Will and Testament. They Must Both Have Physical Custody and be Their Guardians Until They Are 18. An Obligated Burden that Cannot Be Avoided At All Costs.

Obligated Burden Story Blog

What going into heat over Henry Cavill or one of his characters might look like via Species II - Just some random idea I had that involved use of the plot from Species 2. - Part 1

What going into heat over Henry Cavil or one of his characters might look like via Species II - Part 2

What going into heat over Henry Cavill or one of his characters might look like Via Species II - Part 3

What a Strong Female Character Is Not

Fan Fiction Writer's Confessions

Fan Fiction Writer's Confession: When I Was Given My "What Would My Heroine Do" Moment As A Domestic Violence Survivor To Confront My Abuser Part One

Fan Fiction Writer's Confession: When I Was Given My "What Would My Heroine Do" Moment As A Domestic Violence Survivor To Confront My Abuser Part Two

All I Need In Life Is...: Things That Make Me Happy And Are My Happy Place. Warning: There May Be Doggie OverLoad.

#masterlist #sebastian stan imagine #birthday girl #hbc candy hearts club entry #bucky barnes imagine #rock star #fan fiction writer's confession on being a domestic violence survivor #The Art Of College Research Desperation 101 Teaser #henry cavill #obligated burden blog #obligated burden

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Fanboy's brain has a thing, it's not a thing hijo it's ADHD you have to take this once a day and it's going to get a little easier, that doesn't really work well with the other thing he has, jeez 'Boy it's fucking insomnia man not an immunosuppressive disease!, and sometimes it results in waking up at ass hours because the bed is too hot, too cold, he's thinking about the new weapons specs and he has to prepare the dessert because Captain Mitchell has invited them all for the 4th of July's barbecue at his house.

How early is it he doesn't know but Payback is still asleep on the couch, why he's even sleeping on the couch?, but it's a matter of a second split though before he's thinking about how much flour, sugar and vanilla he has to use to make his favourite cake. He's going to put the cake in the oven when he realises that he didn't turn on the oven and if he does it's going to wake Pay and a tired Reuben is a pain in the ass he doesn't want to have today. So maybe, he could take it to Captain Mitchell home and use his oven.

It's seems like the most logical plane of execution all the way down to his superior's home, five streets by his temporary quarters. He rings the bell once, twice and he and his uncooked cake are a second away to turn around and sit on the porch, to wait maybe half an hour before trying again, when someone who is definitly not Captian Mitchell opens the door. The man on the other side is too tall to be Maverick, his hair are too light to and his eyes are blue. Definitly not Maverick but wait he know this face he's-

"Admiral Kazansky sir, I'm sorry to wake you up. I was searching for Captain Mitchell home, I probably end up-"

"Lieutenant Garcia at ease please, it's six in the morning, it's not a little to early to visit your captain?"

"Six in the- Oh, oh sir I-"

"Come Lieutenant, let's have breakfast and maybe by then you'll have found your words back. Captain Mitchell is still asleep, probably will be for another hour or so. It's that a cake?" he asks walking around the house in what Mickey now realises being pajamas pants and a grey t-shirt.

The next hour it's like living in another universe where Admiral Kazansy, call me Ice or even Tom there's no Admiral when I'm home, put his cake in the oven, makes him breakfast and close both eyes and ignore all the photos he's taking. Fanboy has to record this, for posterity, his own sanity and to sent them out to group chat because Admiral Thomas fucking Iceman Kazansky is making him breakfast and he's cheeks are red as a tomatoes because his voice is just smooth and perfect and, for once, Mickey wants just to listen to him talking and to not say a word. When he was in seventh grade Mickey wrote an essay about the Navy, the pilots and wanting to be just like Iceman and when he was sixteen the admiration evolved in a crush and it helped him undertake he wasn't straight, at all.

One of yours lost his clock this morning Mav he says looking over his shoulder to a very sleepy captain. At least this one just lost the clock and not his mind Ice he answers before smiling at Mickey, just a couple of hours earlier, eh Lieutenant? But his answer get lost in Captain Mitchell kissing Admiral Kazansky on the mouth before whispering Good morning babe.

Click, another pic, for posterity, himself and his sanity. He fall in another universe, for sure.

#fanboy is bisexual kid with adhd of the group and you can't change my mind #payback knows big words when he wants to #crushing in iceman 101 #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #domestic #watch what watch?#we live and die to improvise #idk if this makes sense but anyway #happy july to anyone out there 🌈#top gun: maverick #otp: i heard from the heavens that clouds have been grey #how to adopt young adults 101 (icemav edition)

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Sephology 101: The Nibelheim Incident

Welcome to the first unit of Sephology 101: The Nibelheim Incident. To remind everyone, darlings students are encouraged to submit their own scenarios or questions about Sephiroth. Warning: This is not SPOILER FREE.

The Nibelheim Incident was the defining moment that signified Sephiroth's fall to wickedness. This post will delve into the special endearing things that may lure Sephiroth away from the road of evil. This would be an extremely difficult task, as Sephiroth has (nearly) made up his mind at this point. There is potential for a glimmer of hope to prevent him. It is of the utmost importance to pick the right words in this instance. Not only is the logical appeal vital in this situation, but it is also necessary to make an emotional appeal to Sephiroth's needs.

After much research, Sephologists concluded that if Sephiroth was to be stopped, it must happen before he reaches Mt Nibel; therefore, the conclusion is that the following potential confrontations will occur in the library of the Shinra Manor. If a darling succeeds, then she will be granted access to the Domestic AU with the golden ticket. The Domestic AU results from the darling's successful heartfelt pleas to Sephiroth, ultimately causing him to forsake Shinra and build a life with her away from all the chaos.

If not, she may very well find herself in the (twisted) reunion, bad ending AU... In this AU, the darling, will find herself by Yandere Sephiroth's side as he starts his conquest of the planet...

Or an even worse ending: she is the very first casualty of the Nibelheim Incident.

Sephiroth will be cruel to his darlings, with his words and maybe even with his actions… But the darlings must remain courageous, dedicated and firm in bringing their Crisis Cutie back to them!

Here are the chances of some various darlings swaying Sephiroth. Any other darlings or potential scenarios? Don't forget to submit them via the Askbox to TA C.C.

Sephiroth's Angel: 8.5/10

She has a very strong possibility of influencing him in her favor. Sephiroth would struggle to ignore her words due to his strong relationship with her and Angeal. When speaking with this darling, it would be as if he and Angeal were speaking to each other again, providing Sephiroth with a possibility of divulging his true feelings. The last time Sephiroth saw Angeal was when the Genesis clones attacked the Shinra HQ, by the way. This is important.

Also, since this is Angeal's sister, you just know she can give one hell of a lecture to the Crisis Cutie. To even be aware of Sephiroth's mission to Nibelheim is her biggest challenge. At most, he'll vaguely mention to her that he's going away on a "mission" since Sephiroth likely doesn't like to talk about his SOLDIER business when spending time with his darling(s), even if he's suffering terribly. But Sephologists know that when tragedy strikes, the most essential thing a human being needs is to not feel alone in their suffering.

Sephologists decided that the only way she would find out about his Nibelheim mission would be through Zack, who had a special brotherly bond with her, despite being close in age. A perfect score is unattainable due to her lack of knowledge about the Nibelheim mission and also her potential fleeing from both Shinra and Genesis, who may be in search of her genetic information, even though she has not shown to be affected by Project G (as of yet). This fleeing may prevent less contact with Sephiroth during those two years since the deaths of her mother and brother.

To conclude: If she can find some way to intercept Sephiroth, then history is set; She will earn her golden ticket to the Domestic AU.

VALKYRIE Darling: 2.5/10

As some read in the Nibelheim Incident headcanons, this darling ultimately failed to sway Sephiroth, and instead, inevitably became a part of his and Jenova's plan for the big reunion...

Let me explain: this darling was already weak from her long imprisonment and illness. Sephiroth's recognition of that set the groundwork for an unfavorable arrangement. Sephiroth also perceived her confinement as abandonment.

This darling wasn't exactly stable as well. Her own trauma caught up to her, and she didn't know what much to say to Sephiroth. She got too close to him and… he lashed out at her. She had no other option but to offer herself. So, Jenova saw this as an opportunity to use her as a signal to call him to her again, leading directly to the Nibelheim Incident

Sephiroth, in his fractured mental state, considered the VALKYRIE Darling a vital element in his pursuit of "reunion" because Jenova choose her as a messenger to him. In his mind, this is akin to Darling getting a mark of approval from his mother dearest, so he chose to spare her.

Another factor that holds her back: her identity: The angel darling will be secure in her identity, in stark comparison to this darling's own, as she was consumed with her obsession for Sephiroth. She didn't resist or challenge him. Her body containing Sephiroth's cells, which reacted to his malicious energy, does not bring any relief to the problem.

This darling unfortunately got the bad ending, the twisted (reunion) AU.

SOLDIER Darling: 5.5/10

Outside of Valkyrie verse, (Valkyrie is a subbranch of SOLDIER for those who are curious), a regular SOLDIER Darling can go either way in swaying Sephiroth. She may have a greater sense of self than the Valkyrie Darling.

She could tell Sephiroth that she was a victim to Shinra's lies and destruction, like he was. If she can successfully empathize with him, then she could definitely temper his rage by encouraging him to discover more information with her, together, and maybe convince him down the line that destroying the planet isn’t something a true mother would want him to do.

This darling could get the golden ending or the bad ending, who knows?

(This also depends on her ranking. A first class Darling is more likely to be Sephiroth's darling than a 3rd.)

Civilian Darling: 0/10

No chance. She doesn't have that SOLDIER background (like VALKYRIE or SOLDIER darling) or that deep connection to a loved one (like the Angel darling) to make a difference to Sephiroth. She may very well be the first casualty to the Nibelheim Incident, if she were to survive the heartbreak...

This darling wouldn't be able to get either ending.

HoS Darling: ???/10

Who knows? She's not even meant to be with him in that manor. And at that point in time anyway...Sephiroth may be overwhelmed to the point of his knees buckling and a splitting headache upon sensing her connection to Jenova. Sephiroth might even think she IS Jenova…

Any other darlings or potential scenarios? Don't forget to submit them via the Askbox to TA C.C.

Next post in the Nibelheim Incident unit, we'll be delving into Sephiroth's psychology right before and during said event.

#sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth x reader #ff7 #final fantasy x reader #yandere sephiroth #sephology 101 #house of sephiroth au #project v: valkyrie #Sephiroth's Angel AU #domestic au #final fantasy vii

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deesi-academia · 2 years

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Domestic kitchen intimacy where I can't do shit and mess it up but you can correct it into something edible>>>>>

#call 101 when i go into the kitchen #proven again and again #desiblr #desi academia #chaotic academia #dark academia #desi #desi dark academia #kitchen #domestic #intimacy #casual intimacy #kitchen scene #disaster #romantic academia #soft #love

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healthyrelationshipsupport · 2 years

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DV 101: What IS domestic violence?

The legal definitions of domestic violence (DV) will vary between regions, and they often fall short of the reality anyway.

So...what is it, then?

Domestic violence is an escalating pattern of coercive behavior in which one person gains and maintains control over another in an intimate relationship.

Let’s break that down.

“Escalating” – Relationships rarely start out abusive; many people aren't taught to recognize red flags, and red flags aren't necessarily consistent, either. More often, relationships which become abusive are described as being intense or moving quickly. They start with 'small' violations of personal boundaries that are easily apologized for, explained away, or ignored. As those small violations become normalized in the relationship, they eventually increase in frequency, severity, or both. There is no requirement about how quickly or slowly this happens: it can be a matter of days, weeks, months, or even years. The result is that, over time, one person ends up with control over the relationship.

“Pattern” – We understand that no one is perfect and people make mistakes. If handled well, conflict can even be helpful! But does conflict seem to happen a lot? Do you find yourselves falling into the same repeated cycles of behavior like you're having the same fights over and over, even if promises to do differently have been made? Does it feel like you often have the same kind of arguments in which nothing seems to change or improve for the long-term? Is it the same person always apologizing? Are tactics like guilt-tripping or ghosting someone until they apologize used?

“Coercive” – Sometimes abuse manifests in very physical, very forcible ways. Sometimes it’s subtler: sly comments, guilt-tripping, a harsh look. Coercion does not have to be physically or sexually violent or forceful to be coercive. Instead, the intent is to undermine a person’s ability to freely consent or to make a choice without fear of punishment for making the ‘wrong’ choice, and this can be done by whatever behaviors cause fear, intimidation, guilt, and/or shame.

“Behavior” – People who cause harm have justifications to explain why they do what they do to other people. Sometimes it’s very understandable or even sympathetic why they may be acting the way they do! (For example, it's not uncommon for people who cause harm to have been victimized themselves in some way first.) However, that doesn’t mean they’re not responsible for the impact that their behavior is having on the people around them, whatever they “actually meant” by it. You are not responsible for being your partner or relative's therapist, sole caretaker, or outlet for anger: that’s what professionals are for.

“Power and control” – The fundamental force underlying domestic violence is power and control. One person gains control in a relationship through coercive behavior, and the other person lives in ongoing anxiety or even fear of what the first person might choose to do if they get upset. The person with power is the one who makes the decisions on the nature of the relationship, what is and isn't allowed, and even its duration (e.g. "You're not allowed to leave me unless I decide the relationship is over").

“Intimate relationship” – We know that gender, sexuality, and romance all appear in as many unique forms as there are individual human beings, which means it's not easy to set out a comprehensive list of relationship models which is adequately inclusive. An intimate relationship is one in which two or more people are sharing some form of emotional intimacy, sexual intimacy, or both. This includes queerplatonic relationships and polyamorous ones as much as it does monogamous and heteronormative ones. This also includes people who are related by blood, marriage, adoption, or other familial ties, such as siblings or parents and their children.

Other definitions of domestic violence may look very different and they can vary from place to place, especially when it comes to law. The core parts to look for are one person with the power in the relationship and the other person feeling unsafe or afraid because of that power difference.

We understand that every relationship is as unique as the people involved in it and that disagreements are normal between people. However, these things can cross the line into unhealthy behavior – and sometimes into an ongoing pattern of abuse.

"Wait, you're differentiating between unhealthy relationships and abusive ones?"

Yes, we are. All abusive relationships are unhealthy, but not all unhealthy or even toxic relationships would be considered abuse. We'll touch later on what Love Is Respect calls the "relationship spectrum."

There's a lot to say about all this: whole books have been published on domestic violence. It gets messy and complicated really fast. But hopefully this post provides a helpful place for grounding a conversation about it.

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