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agentrouka-blog · 9 months

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Hi! if jon really falls for sansa, what do you think his course of action is? I’m not a big fan of him trying to suppress those feelings, he may just want to ignore them or feign confusion. In sansa’s case, she probably thinks it’s something cersei did to her but yea idk

(Nah, they won't wallow in endless repression, and Sansa isn't the #1 Aemon and Naerys shipper for nothing. No need to blame Cersei there, she'll just suddenly feel genre-aware.)

Jon Snow dealing with his feelings, according to me, a 7-Step-Guide as illustrated by selected quotes:

Step 1: These hearteyes are Totally Normal!

They look as though they belong together. [...] Her breath was white as well … but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely. (ADWD, Jon XI)

Sansa looked radiant as she walked beside him, but Jon did not like Joffrey's pouty lips or the bored, disdainful way he looked at Winterfell's Great Hall. (AGOT, Jon I)

Step 2: Oh no.

Jon walked away as confused as he was angry. Sam's heart was as big as the rest of him, but for all his reading he could be as thick as Grenn at times. It was impossible, and dishonorable besides. So why do I feel so ashamed? (ACOK, Jon III)

He sat on the bench and buried his head in his hands. Why am I so angry? he asked himself, but it was a stupid question. (ASOS, Jon XII)

He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. May the gods forgive me. It was a hunger inside him, sharp as a dragonglass blade. (ASOS, Jon XII)

Step 3: I am fortune's fool.

A deserter and a wildling could expect no welcome anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms. (ASOS, Jon IV)

Bastard children were born from lust and lies, men said; their nature was wanton and treacherous. Once Jon had meant to prove them wrong, to show his lord father that he could be as good and true a son as Robb. I made a botch of that. (ASOS, Jon X)

Step 4: Aemon and Naerys - Northern Edition

Tyrion Lannister had claimed that most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it, but Jon was done with denials. (AGOT, Jon IX)

If this is so wrong, he wondered, why did the gods make it feel so good? (ASOS, Jon III)

Old Nan used to tell stories about knights and their ladies who would sleep in a single bed with a blade between them for honor's sake, but he thought this must be the first time where a direwolf took the place of the sword. (ASOS, Jon II)

"More than any of the others." When Taena frowned, a tiny crease appeared between her dark eyes. "Every morn and every night he visits, unless duty interferes. Her brother is devoted to her, they share everything with . . . oh . . ." For a moment, the Myrish woman looked almost shocked. Then a smile spread across her face. "I have had a most wicked thought, Your Grace." (AFFC, Cersei VI)

Step 5: A Miracle of Technicalities

Is she still my sister? he wondered. Was she ever? He had never truly been a Stark, only Lord Eddard's motherless bastard, with no more place at Winterfell than Theon Greyjoy. And even that he'd lost. (ASOS, Jon III)

She punched him. "That's vile. Would you bed your sister?" "Longspear's not your brother." (ASOS, Jon III)

They had spoken their vows in Winterfell’s own godswood before a heart tree, and only then had she given herself to him, wrapped in furs amidst the snows as the old gods looked on. (Fire and Blood - The Dying Of The Dragons - A Son For A Son)

If I could show her Winterfell . . . give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us. ( ASOS, Jon V)

Wed to Ser Loras, oh . . . Sansa's breath caught in her throat. She remembered Ser Loras in his sparkling sapphire armor, tossing her a rose. Ser Loras in white silk, so pure, innocent, beautiful. The dimples at the corner of his mouth when he smiled. The sweetness of his laugh, the warmth of his hand. She could only imagine what it would be like to pull up his tunic and caress the smooth skin underneath, to stand on her toes and kiss him, to run her fingers through those thick brown curls and drown in his deep brown eyes. A flush crept up her neck. (ASOS, Sansa I)

"And the Dragonknight?" She flung the bedclothes aside and swung her legs to the floor. "The noblest knight who ever lived, you said, and he took his queen to bed and got her with child." (AFFC, The Soiled Knight)

Step 6: Trials and Tribulations In Apocalypse Times

His words were like an icy draft through her heart. "No," she said, suddenly afraid. Was this to be her punishment? Never to see his face again, nor to feel his arms around her? (AGOT, Catelyn II)

When he woke, there was nothing to do but think, and his waking thoughts were worse than nightmares. The thought of Cat was as painful as a bed of nettles. He wondered where she was, what she was doing. He wondered whether he would ever see her again. (AGOT, Eddard X)

Step 7: Due to Reasons of Convenience, These Cousins Must Totally Wed Now

His lord father had once talked about raising new lords and settling them in the abandoned holdfasts as a shield against wildlings. The plan would have required the Watch to yield back a large part of the Gift, but his uncle Benjen believed the Lord Commander could be won around, so long as the new lordlings paid taxes to Castle Black rather than Winterfell. "It is a dream for spring, though," Lord Eddard had said. "Even the promise of land will not lure men north with a winter coming on." If winter had come and gone more quickly and spring had followed in its turn, I might have been chosen to hold one of these towers in my father's name. (ASOS, Jon V)

"To be sure. It would not have been fitting for a daughter of Riverrun to marry one so far below her." Littlefinger spread his hands. "Now, though . . . a match between the Lady of the Eyrie and the Lord of Harrenhal is not so unthinkable, is it?" [...] Tyrion studied the slender man with the pointed beard and irreverent grey-green eyes. Lord of Harrenhal an empty honor? Bugger that, Father. Even if he never sets foot in the castle, the title makes this match possible, as he's known all along. (ASOS, Tyrion III)

And there was one woman, sitting almost at the foot of the third table on the left . . . the wife of one of the Fossoways, he thought, and heavy with his child. Her delicate beauty was in no way diminished by her belly, nor was her pleasure in the food and frolics. Tyrion watched as her husband fed her morsels off his plate. They drank from the same cup, and would kiss often and unpredictably. Whenever they did, his hand would gently rest upon her stomach, a tender and protective gesture. (ASOS, Tyrion VIII)

Commence lots of laundry and taxes and baby Starklings.

#jonsa #silly

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paraliveimaginesblog · 8 months

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hi i like the new list jdsjbs might have letter 9 with hajun yeon? well I imagine a context where he and mc have had triplets hehe so you can imagine all the lovely chaos that happens with no spare time for them until uncle allen or Anne comes to take care of the naughty ones and they finally rest for a while :') Thank you!

(hajun getting triplets is truly just karma)

Hajun Yeon:

“Surprise!”

And you were surprised, as Anne hadn’t even called before they showed up at their doorstep. They struck a cute little pose just in case you forgot them, which was impossible as despite living separately from them now both Anne and Allen still invaded your home daily like they lived there. You never really minded, telling Hajun to stop fooling himself about calling the upstairs rooms ‘guest bedrooms’ when they were clearly meant for the only two friends he had. The comment had really solidified that you were a match made in heaven for someone like Hajun but he didn’t bite back, likely because he knew there was no point in arguing the obvious.

But still, Anne was generally the one courteous enough to let you know when they wanted to drop in.

“Is something wrong?” You must’ve looked frazzled because Anne reached out to straight your hair up, smiling contently while you let them do what they had to.

“Nope! Just came to get my kids for a shopping trip!”

“Yeah?” Your head tilted in confusion but you felt your son at your back, leaning from under your arm as he looked up at Anne.

“You’re dropping me off at Uncle Allen’s, right?”

“It depends on if the place looks like a maze that’ll gobble you up or not, but yeah.” Anne playfully pinched at their cheeks in greeting, kneeling to their level which must take incredible balance considering the height on their heels. “Can you get your brother and sister and tell them Anne is here to save the day?”

You feel like you’re missing something, not connecting dots or perhaps just completely blacking out on previous plans that had been made. Were you supposed to go out with them tonight? Hajun, the one who normally remembered things, hadn’t mentioned anything lately… Having triplets was one of the most exhausting things in the world, and even as they grew older with more of an ability to occupy themselves, it felt like the chores around the house tripled too, leaving you with little to no free time for yourself. Even with Hajun’s help there were some days that felt hopeless.

“It was a surprise for Hajun, too,” Anne giggled, able to read your expression quite easily. “I called him this morning to let him know I wanted to take the kids back to school shopping! Since they don’t go to school with a boring uniform I thought it’d be fun to help them find their own styles.”

You could’ve cried at how helpful and kind Anne had proven themselves to be yet again, reaching out to give them a hug which they happily reciprocated. They didn’t know if they wanted kids themselves someday but getting two nephews and a niece left them quite happy. They patted your back as you pulled away, all three of your kids now lined up neatly at the door. You received hurried kisses that almost hurt your feelings if you weren't also craving a moment to yourself, telling them to be on their best behavior which you knew they took as a challenge rather than an order.

When you stepped back into your living room you saw your husband lounging on the couch, pretending to read though you knew he was actually waiting for you. The kids were ready almost too quickly, considering you hadn’t been on time once since the three of them were born, and you suspected he knew a little bit longer than Anne had implied. You can’t curse him yet though, there’d be plenty of time for that when the kids were back home.

“I can’t believe we’re alone for the first time in…forever.”

You flopped yourself practically on top of him, legs thrown across his lap as Hajun chuckled and patted your thigh affectionately. It was nice not to cram onto it with three other bodies; they were little but they were all starting to grow taller, and each wanted to lay down or stretch their bones specifically when their siblings tried to sit next to them. Hajun interrupted your thoughts when his arm wrapped around your shoulder, bringing you close enough to exchange a kiss.

“Finally alone, my love,” Hajun hummed against your lips, his next kiss slower and much more deliberate; you don’t know the last time you’d had uninterrupted intimacy, realizing that you truly missed your husbands touch despite laying next to him every night, “What ever will we get up to?”

“I can think of a few things.”

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live Imagines #Paralive Imagines #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive x Reader #Hajun Yeon #Hajun Yeon x Reader #Scenario #Parenting Prompts

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redbayly · 8 days

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Kya Headcanons

So, I've been thinking a lot about Kya (Katara and Sokka's mother), lately, and started brainstorming a ton of headcanons for her that I want to share because she does not get nearly enough love. Some of them I've had floating around in my head for a while, but others I came up with only recently or just today. Also, I included some of my Southern Water Tribe headcanons. So, take a gander and tell me what you think of my ideas for Kya's story.

Personal Info:

She was a member of the Polar Leopard Clan, one of seven sacred clans that are believed to be directly descended from the Southern Water Tribe’s founder.

Kya was always an adventurous soul. From a young age, she was interested in exploring and even traveled to parts of the South Pole that were considered especially dangerous. She always hoped to one day travel the world.

She wanted to be a waterbender more than anything. Since she was little, she would try to waterbend and practiced the moves for it that the elders remembered. Even when everyone told her she wasn’t a waterbender, she kept trying. And even after she came to terms with the fact that she wasn’t one, she still practiced the few moves she knew in case any waterbenders were born and because she found she just enjoyed it.

Her favorite food was seal-jerky. She would always eat it aggressively and people who saw her eat it would say she looked like a ravenous wolf as she tore into the salty meat strips.

She had a beautiful singing voice and taught Katara and Sokka traditional Water Tribe songs.

Despite her vast knowledge of Water Tribe songs and stories, she was terrible at poetry. When she and Hakoda were courting each other, he would come up with beautiful poems and truly creative ways of flirting while Kya fumbled with her words and got all tongue-tied and awkward.

Kya was the worst at hunting in her family because she always had trouble keeping quiet and sitting still for long periods of time. She was easily bored and would start talking or fidgeting and would alert prey from all the noise she made.

Kya loved doing creative projects like carving, weaving, beadwork, basket-making, etc. She was especially skilled and could spend hours focusing only on whatever thing she was working on and would forget to eat or do her chores because she was so into it. It’s from Kya that Sokka inherited his love for art and handicrafts.

Early Life & Family:

Kya’s mother was in her forties when she had her, leading many people to speculate that Kya was actually the child of her older sister and that her parents were trying to cover up an out-of-wedlock pregnancy. The rumors weren’t true, but her mother was embarrassed about having a child later in life and claimed her pregnancy was actually a tumor right up until Kya was born.

Her relationship with her mother was very strained and cold. Kya sometimes wondered if her mother even loved her at all. She was never physically abusive, but she was also never kind or nurturing and seemed indifferent to her children and often gave the impression that she regretted having them. Her mother was a capable hunter and the main provider of food for the family. Her mother died on a hunting trip while fighting single-handedly against an arctic wolf-bear; she managed to take the creature down and, with her dying breath, asked the warriors to serve the animal’s meat at her funeral dinner and give the pelt to her family. Kya’s mother had a brother and a sister who were both waterbenders that were taken by the Fire Nation.

Kya’s father was an angakkuq (something like a shaman or medicine man in real-world Inuit culture) who was the main spiritual leader for their clan. He was kind to his children, but was often distracted by his vocation and wasn’t really in the right headspace to properly raise them. It’s not entirely certain that he’s dead. When Sokka and Katara were still very young, he wandered out onto the tundra one night, claiming to hear the spirits calling to him, and never came back. There were tales from the hunters, though, that they’d seen him walking the tundra when the winds picked up, chanting prayers to the tribe’s guardian spirits to watch over them.

Kya was the youngest of six children. She had four older sisters and a brother.

Iara (eldest sister) – She basically raised her younger siblings and became a mother figure to them. She sacrificed much of her own happiness to look after her family, even turning down a marriage proposal from the man she loved because she felt responsible for looking after everyone and wasn't sure she could manage raising her siblings and starting her own family. Kya adored Iara and later felt guilty for how much her sister had given up for her sake. Iara ended up dying from heart failure shortly before Kya gave birth to Katara.

Nuvua (second sister) – A sociable people-pleaser. Nuvua always tried to make friends with everyone and soothe ruffled feathers within her clan and with other members of the Water Tribe. She did try to help Iara with their siblings, but ultimately left her behind when she married young and had a family of her own. She ended up becoming elected the clan mother (a type of matriarchal figure in charge of managing the village) of the Polar Leopard Clan over the wife of the clan chief. She and Kya were never especially close, but she was still devastated when Kya was murdered.

Asiri (third sister) – A wild troublemaker. She was always pulling pranks and laughing at other people. She could be a bit of a bully, at times, and often picked on Kya, leading to a difficult relationship between them as they grew up. Asiri later ran off with a young man from a clan that was enemies with theirs, claiming it was true love and that they were defying a stupid feud. It turned out the guy was just using her to humiliate her clan; after he got her pregnant, he abandoned her and started mocking her publicly, claiming that all women in her clan had no sense of decency. Asiri returned home in shame and was nearly thrown out by the clan chief, but Kya spoke up for her and convinced the clan to stand by her. Asiri ended up struggling with depression for a number of years afterwards and developed serious trust issues. She ended up spending most of her time as part of her clan’s hunting party, as she was the best hunter of all her siblings. After Kya’s death, Asiri cut off contact even more and rarely spoke. When the men left to fight in the war, Asiri became the primary hunter for the Polar Leopard Clan and has had to also train the kids in her village to hunt.

Atka (fourth sister) – A quiet, spiritually-minded woman. She followed in her father’s footsteps and became an angakkuq. She fell in love with a young woman and had a “half-moon marriage” (a euphemism for same-sex couples). She and her wife adopted Asiri’s child, a boy, because Asiri had no interest in keeping him after what his father put her through.

Nuka (brother) – A wide-eyed dreamer. He was always goofing off as a kid and never took anything too seriously. Despite being older than Kya, he followed her around a lot and joined in her hijinks and adventures. He was still a very casual guy when he grew up and got a reputation for being a shameless flirt. He became more serious and responsible, though, after Iara died and later when Kya was killed. He didn’t smile or laugh much after that and began to really train as a warrior. He became a trusted member of Hakoda’s war council when Hakoda was elected chief for the whole tribe; a lot of other warriors dismissively refer to him as “Chief Hakoda’s idiot brother-in-law,” but he is a very capable guy when push comes to shove. He’s one of the men who greet Sokka when he shows up at Chameleon Bay in “The Guru.”

Kya carved a set of rings from whale ivory, one for herself and each of her siblings. Despite whatever ups and downs they faced as a family, none of them have ever taken those rings off.

In addition to her actual brother, Kya had “clan-brothers” (male friends close to her age from her clan who were not necessarily related to her but who were considered family). Her clan-brothers really did not like Hakoda and sabotaged many of his efforts to court Kya. In one incident, they grabbed Hakoda and Bato (who was only involved because of his friendship with Hakoda), tied them in a fishing net, and tossed them onto a ship headed for a month-long fishing trip. Kya later chewed her clan-brothers out for their stupid, overprotective bullshit.

Despite how distracted Kya’s father could be, he was attentive enough to take her ice-dodging when she was fourteen. She earned the mark of the brave.

She always took her father’s lessons about spirits and religious traditions seriously. Even little things like always facing northward while eating blubber, never lingering in doorways, never whistling at night, always thanking the souls of the animals when she ate meat, never wasting any part of an animal, etc.

She nearly drowned once while saving another kid who had fallen out of a canoe while fishing. Then she nearly died of hypothermia from the freezing water.

Adult Life, Marriage, & Children

She had several romantic relationships before she married Hakoda:

She had a childhood sweetheart who became her best friend/honorary brother when they were older.

She was courted by a very handsome older boy when she was a teenager, but she caught him cheating on her and dumped him. She and the other girl also beat the living hell out of him.

She had a long-term relationship that led to an engagement. However, a couple months before the wedding, she and her fiancé both realized they really weren’t right for each other and broke up amicably.

There was a guy who was interested in her romantically whom she turned down because he gave her red flag vibes and he refused to accept ‘no’ for an answer. He kept following her around and trying to pressure her into a relationship, but she always rejected him When she and Hakoda announced their marriage, the guy tried to challenge Hakoda to a fight for Kya’s hand. Hakoda bluntly told him that Kya’s not a trophy and that, if he had a problem with the marriage, he would just have to deal with it. Hakoda then told Kya what had happened and watched in satisfaction as she stormed over to the creep and verbally eviscerated him.

Kya proposed to Hakoda. She gave him a hunting knife she hand-carved herself as a betrothal gift. Her clan wasn’t happy about the marriage because Kya chose to marry into Hakoda’s clan (the Wolf Clan) instead of him marrying into hers.

Kanna gave Kya her necklace as a legacy gift. In the Southern Water Tribe, when you marry into another clan, your in-laws have to give you a “legacy” gift to pass on to one of your children that is not strictly a practical item (no combs, knives, needles, etc.). Legacy gifts are usually things like jewelry, decorations, or ceremonial attire of some sort. When a woman marries into a clan, her legacy would pass to her daughter or her daughter-in-law; when a man marries in, then his legacy goes to his son or son-in-law.

While Kya was delighted to pass Kanna’s necklace to Katara, she did miss the familiarity of wearing it. So, Hakoda put his carving skills to the test and made a new one just for her; it wasn’t particularly good and his hand slipped a lot while making it, but Kya still loved it and wore it proudly.

Kya addressed Kanna as ‘Mom’ after getting married to Hakoda. She’d never felt comfortable using that term for her own mother or for her older sister. People who didn’t know the family would sometimes assume that Kanna was Kya’s mother rather than Hakoda’s.

Kya thought she wouldn’t be able to have children. She had several miscarriages and then no indication of pregnancy for a number of years before she had Sokka. In memory of her unborn children, she carved small figures of bone to commemorate them and pray for their safe return to the cycle of death and rebirth. When she was killed, Hakoda buried those little carvings with her.

She referred to Sokka as her ‘miracle’ when she delivered him safely and latercalled Katara her ‘blessing.’

When both Sokka and Katara were young they came down with terrible fevers from a sickness that was tearing through the South Pole. Kya stayed awake for days tending to them and praying to the spirits to save them.

When Katara was discovered to be a waterbender, Kya was overjoyed and convinced Hakoda to launch a search for a waterbending master. When no one could be found in the South Pole, she tried to talk her husband into them all going on a family adventure to the Northern Water Tribe to find Katara a teacher.

She was deeply compassionate towards people who were treated unjustly. During a gathering of the clans, the Whale-walrus Clan chief was brought before the council of elders for trying to beat his daughter, Tuktu, to death for “profaning herself with another girl.” Despite the man being publicly censured for his inexcusable actions, he threw his daughter out of the clan. Kya was the first to step up and offer Tuktu a place in their home. After this, little Katara, who had witnessed everything, asked her family if they would hate her if she grew up to like girls instead of boys, to which her mother responded that it didn’t matter if she like girls or boys or both or neither, her family would always love her. Tuktu later moved in with a girl in another clan, with whom she is still happily living by the time the show’s events roll around.

Kya was going to be named the clan mother for the Wolf Clan once Kanna stepped down, but she was killed before the official installation took place.

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melonminnie · 1 year

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hellooo

can i pls request an oscar from baby tyrant x fem reader where reader is kinda of mabel past life friend.

like mabel had a close older friend that she was so close with and was like her older sister but sadly she died shortly before mabel's death but when mabel reincarnated she found another version of her friend or her reincarnated self that doesn't remember her but still clings to her just like her new 'family' [unlike them she understand her even thought she's a baby because her face expressions are obvious..].

but wow , her new 'brother' seem to have a puppy crush on her older sister figure and this puppy crush doesn't seem to go away even as years pass but it seems to grow into something she would even call love.

bonus point if reader's family are criminals that attacked mabel's county using reader as a bait or sacrifice but they got put in jail and the emperor decided to keep her in the castle until her wounds heal and the noble family that decided to adopt her come to take her and that how she met mabel and oscar <3

hopefully everything made sense ! , feel free to ignore this if you don't want to or don't feel comfortable to write it

thank you<3

'star anon

We both like Apple cider ! ( Oscar x fem! Reader)

-I was really happy when I got this request tysm for requesting!! I wasn’t able to keep the full request but I tried I’m sorry </3

TW: mentions of child neglect

“Yes, it’s her!” Mabel confirmed as she stared into the older girl's eyes.

In her past life as yoon gyeoul she had a friend whom she considered her older sister, yes shed been selfish in not telling any of her friends about her crisis with her father, and her lack of money.

Yet she considered y/n a reliable person so she would confide to her about her problems, her father, and about money.

Yes, maybe that's why she felt a connection to the girl in front of her, coincidentally the y/n in her world as the princess of hermano reminded her a lot of the y/n in her past life as yoon gyeoul.

Mabel's eyes bored into yours with slight curiosity, Oscar stood idly beside the girl and for the first time didn’t speak a word to Mabel. His entire attention was on y/n as he boasted to her about how Mabel had called him older brother a few days prior.

Y/ns eyes shifted from Mabel’s to Oscar’s. As the two now ignoring the new born infront of them.

Mabel was getting upset, not because her brother was ignoring her, but because his friend was. Not wanting to be left alone. A loud cry erupted from her catching attention of everyone in the mood.

“!!”

“Oh my!,” the head maid quickly got up from her chair as she held the crying baby in her arms. “What’s wrong your highness” She queered as if the two month old could understand her (she can but they don’t).

As the maid tried to consult the crying child by cradling her and feeding her milk, Oscar quickly ran up next to the maid and tried looking at his sister.

y/n slightly surprised by the sudden outburst of Mabel, followed Oscar, Mabel opened her watery eyes and starred directly into y/ns her crying calming down, Mables tiny hands outstretched themselves reaching to the girl.

The maid quickly took notice of Mabel’s liking to y/n, See the entirety of the imperial empire pitied you.

growing up with a family of criminals often being left alone in unlivable conditions and situations, The two parents quickly used their child as an excuse to try and assassinate the crown prince.

Using you to get closer to him and then they’d strike, Luckily they were caught, Esteban considered killing you for a second, but realized you were just there as an item for your parents.

Quickly the emperor grew a liking to you, of course he couldn’t adopt you, so one of the nobles adopted you after you were healed of course.

And even though Oscar was told to not get close to you, he couldn’t help it he grew a liking to you over time, doing everything you’d wanted him to do without a complaint.

Mabel has the mindset of a 19 year old so she quickly was able to notice how much he adored you!.

She declared it as love!, and Mabel wanted to play Cupid now.

Oscar lives in my head rent free (real)

#-Azuwritess #Oscar x fem reader #Oscar baby tyrant #baby tyrant manhwa #Manhwa #historical manhwa x reader #historical manhwa #Fanfic #Baby tyrant #baby tyrant Esteban #esteban #베이비 폭군

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kirstichristina · 1 year

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At the End of the World

So, the other day I listened to a song of one of my favourite bands and it kind of inspired this Tolya drabble. Can be read like Tolya x reader, but mostly it is Tolya x adventure or Tolya x new literature and poetry. “Poetry” is Visions of Atlantis - “Mercy” and “Freedom”

We have a name but we wear no blazon

Born in a place where we feel no reason

To belong, to belong…

At first it had been exciting, interesting. Even fun.

But as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Tolya started to feel restless.

As he turned into the courtyard of the Palace, he felt gloomy in spite of the first rays of the spring sun warming his face.

Life aboard the Volkvolny had been adventurous, he had visited far away lands and cultures, learned about their literature and poetry and… Saints, he missed this life. Of course, his former captain was now a king, his king, no one deserved a happy ending more than him and Zoya and there was still plenty to do and a lot of mischief and trouble to be managed, but it was no longer the same.

He was not the king. He was a soldier in the king’s personal guard, but he could not shake the feeling that he had been so much more in the life before this one.

He made his way through the grounds, aimlessly yet determined to do something. Anything really to escape his everyday routine.

That’s when he heard the commotion at the front gate of the palace. He cocked his head. Maybe there was the excitement he had been looking for.

In a few swift strides he made it to the source of the loud voices and saw a crowd of people gathered. He felt curiosity getting the best of him and ran up to Tamar, whom he saw standing further to the back.

“Tamar, what’s going on?” he asked, making her jump.

“Didn’t see you there, brother. Looks like Y/Ns back again, bringing riches, spices and tales from the edges of the world.”

Tolya felt a pang of jealousy. He still remembered how Y/N left for the first time on their own ship, the letter of undertaking from the Ravkan crown in their pocket, making them Nikolai’s Stormvixen. They had grinned at Nikolai and said in best Stormhund manner:

“Don’t be sad, Sobachka. You know I love you dearly as my friend and king and strictly in that order, however, I am not made for life at the Palace and no love could ever confine me to one place and one place only.”

Back then, Tolya did not fully understand what they had been talking about, but the more time had passed, the more he felt he did.

That was when he saw a glint of Y/N and it gave him a jolt. Hugging Zoya, Y/N was laughing so heartily, it threw him off his thoughts. There were few people who ever gave Zoya a hug, even fewer who had lived to tell the tale, but they had always had a weird relationship with the former General, now queen. As they smiled at Zoya and said something inaudible to her, Y/N’s eyes started wandering about the perimeter and suddenly, their eyes met. He could see the instant recognition and could almost feel their excited energy at his sight and the sudden irritation that there were so many people to greet.

He smiled to himself and just fell back to lean at the Palace walls.

Tamar followed him and with a single look at his face said: “Aren’t we looking a bit smug? Just because they recognised you?”

He smiled. “No, because they are happy to see me. And because just this morning I was thinking how I might need something interesting to happen. And soon.”

Tamar gave a laugh. “Dear brother, we have been through a civil war, a war and a whole lot of unrest. I think we earned the right to be bored out of our minds some days.”

He shrugged. She wasn’t wrong, but that did not help his restless mind. Tamar had Nadia. He had his poetry. Before that had been enough for him and Tamar had been the restless one. It was strange how the tables had turned.

Suddenly, Y/N stood right in front of them. “Tamar!” They hugged his sister. “Anatoliy!” he had totally forgotten about that nickname only they were allowed to use. He groaned, but still hugged them tight to his chest and smelled the sea breeze on their hair and the freedom they radiated.

Tamar laughed. “And up until now, he was so happy to see you. See, my little brother seems to get bored with life at the palace.”

Their eyes shot to his face. There was a strange glitter in them, like a magpie that had found an especially beautiful and colourful pebble. “I could say I told you so.”

Tolya shrugged. “Well, some days are worse than others. But it is nice having some time on my hands to read.”

Y/N was about to reply to that, when Nikolai stormed into the courtyard and hugged them just to swing them around.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite privateer! What news and treasures did you bring me this time?”

Y/N cocked an eyebrow. “Last time I checked, I was your only privateer.”

“That doesn’t mean that I value you any less. You know I am a big fan of your work.”

Tolya smiled to himself and followed them into the Palace, listening to the barrage of words the two of them exchanged. He had totally forgotten about the way these two could talk. However, he could not help but smile. Sometimes things just fell into place.

Whenever there were important guests, there were banquets to be held and Tolya found himself looking forward to the evening, even though he was not the biggest fan of formal events. But ever since Nikolai had become king of Ravka, the events were less formal than before, nobody frowned at Tolya’s choice of clothes or his sister’s favourite axes.

He had seen little of them throughout the day, as they had been in strategy talks with Nikolai and Zoya most of the time. Even freedom seemed to come with some strings attached. But that made him look forward to dinner even more.

But even then, Zoya and Nikolai kept them occupied, there was a lot of business talk and then a little talk about how the Grisha flourished under Zoya’s and Genya’s care. Tolya knew that this was not his time and under the watchful eyes of Tamar made his way out into the grounds to escape the talk of Ravka. He loved the country, he just knew it too well by now.

He wasn’t too disappointed, the two of them had always had a strong bond and he knew that he would get his time with them, so he grabbed one of his oldest poetry volumes from his inside pocket and started reading in the evening sun.

He had lost track of time somewhere in between the lines and letters, but suddenly he heard someone clear their throat.

He smiled when he looked up and found Y/N standing in his sunlight, casting a shadow on his face.

“The day that I give in to mercy

I give up the violence that evil adores

The day that my burden is drowning

Over and over and over the waves kiss the shores” he read out loud.

He couldn’t see their face, but then they started to recite:

“Take me under the winds that blow

I know I’ll never be alone

To my freedom, I want to give all that I own

Breaking the laws

And leading the quest

Freedom the cause that beats in the chest

Wind in the hair and compass in hand

Til the day this very tale ends”

Tolya felt like they had suddenly torn the ground from under him. He knew these lines and they had been a constant and trusted comfort through the years of uncertainty and, well freedom. How did they know that?

“Anatoliy, you look like you saw a ghost?” they seemed slightly discouraged.

He shook his head to get his thoughts in order.

“How do you know this poem?”

A sheepish grin that looked almost guilty crept on their face. “I found this in one of your old trunks you left on the Volkvolny. And that page had been dog-eared badly. I did not know how personal it was. I am sorry.”

Tolya let out a long breath and shook his head. Then he grinned lopsidedly. “It’s an old friend. It has helped me through some rough times.”

“Care to have your friend back?” Y/N asked and extended their hand with the small book to him. How had he forgotten this one on the Volkvolny?

He gingerly touched the book with his fingers as if it could fall apart if he gripped it a little too hard.

As he browsed gently through the familiar pages, Y/N let themselves drop beside him and stretched out on the meadow.

“I miss you aboard, you know that, don’t you?”

Tolya chuckled. “Me or making fun of me with my sister?”

They seemed to think about it for a moment. Then smirked “Little bit of both to be honest.”

Together they sat in comfortable silence for a moment and looked at the slowly fading sun.

“How has life treated you here in Ravka?” The question carried genuine interest.

So Tolya weighed his answer. Then he replied. “Life has treated me well. Everything is just…splendid.”

They snorted at that. “Well, that does not sound too convincing.”

“No, no”, Tolya held up his hands in defense, “That is not what I meant to say. It is good. Everything is good. No war, no threats from a madman with enormous powers, no one wanting to dethrone or behead Nikolai…”

“Well that is definitely a first.” Y/N grinned.

Tolya shook his head but grinned fondly. “I know, I know, that last part is hard to believe.”

Y/N studied his face and he knew they could read it like an open book.

“You miss it, don’t you?”

Tolya sighed. “Is it so easy to see?”

“We are the same in many ways. And Nikolai and Tamar might not see it, but that is because they have new challenges, new duties and people to fill their lives with. And it is not their fault, so they should. But it is one thing to leave your old life to build a new one or if you just help somebody build their life, but can’t seem to find a home there.”

Tolya frowned. “I do feel at home here, with these people. It is safe, but I am…”

“You are missing a purpose, is what it is. You went through life with all your faith and these convictions and you fought for them, but what do you do when there is nothing left to fight for?”

“So what would you have me do, oh wise one?” Tolya chuckled.

Suddenly, their whole body seemed to thrum with excitement. “Come with me Tolya, be my first mate. Let us live our lives like the pirates we once were, find paradise somewhere at the end of the world, help the suppressed and crest the waves. These meadows here may be green and the forests deep, but the Oceans carry a far bigger promise.”

For a moment his golden eyes glittered with excitement, but then the old thoughts came creeping in. “I cannot leave Nikolai and Tamar. What if they need me?”

“Anatoliy, don’t you think it might be time to let them learn to fly on their own and to make your own path in life? Study literature in far away countries? Write poems about our heroic deeds as Ravka’s best privateers?”

“If I remember correctly, we are Ravka’s only privateers.”

Y/N made a throw away gesture with their hand. “Details. Not important.”

Now Tolya burst out laughing. “You spent too much time with Nikolai, that much I know.”

“Oh, and I don’t even spend as much time with him as you do.” they grinned. But suddenly they turned to him and clasped his hands in theirs: “Just think about it. That is all I ask of you. Promise me, you will think about it.”

With that, Y/N let go of his hands, got up and brushed some grass off their coat. “I’m cold and there is still a party in my honour inside. I will see you around, grasshopper.”

Tolya smiled as they sashayed back inside, feeling free for the first time in a long time.

“Take me under the winds that blow

I know I’ll never be alone

To my freedom, I want to give all that I own.

Ahoy.” he whispered.

#tolya #tolya yul bataar #tolya x reader #maybe #tolya x freedom in any case #weird headcanon that some people would call Tolya Anatoliy #like calling people named Harry Harold even though their actual name is Harry #shadow and bone #volkvolny #writing practice

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br1ghtestlight · 3 months

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I’m curious about 13, 14, and 25 if you haven’t answered those already!

have already answered for 25 :)

the bob and louise angst au is one I have talked about a bit on tumblr its just an au where gene, tina and linda died in a car accident when louise was 3 years old and it's like a norman's hotel type vibe where bob and louise are VERY secluded and mostly keep to themselves. very traumatized by it all and bob is overprotective. mostly trying to analyze how gene and tina's existence affected louise and how it would be different if she never had older siblings. it's sad tbh i dont think i will ever properly do anything with it but i do think about it sometimes

Louise Belcher was an only child.

Her father said that she wasn’t. He told her that she had an older sister named Tina and an older brother named Gene, but they died in the same car accident that killed her mother when they were five and seven years old. Louise was too young when the accident happened to remember them, only three years old and not yet aware of herself or her place in their family, so in her mind she was an only child. That was how she grew up, and a brother and sister in Heaven didn’t change anything for her. She didn’t need them.

Sometimes, when Louise was alone and feeling sorry for herself, she would try to remember what her siblings' voices sounded like. She would try to remember what they would say to her back when they were alive, and the games they would play together. Louise was the youngest so she’d always get her way when she felt like their games were unfair. She would try but she could never quite remember.

Her father had shown her videos he recorded of her mother and even a few videos of when her siblings were younger, before Louise was even born, but nothing recent enough that it sparked a memory. They just looked like annoying toddlers to her. Not her siblings.

She’d seen pictures of them, when she asked her father to bring them out from where they were hidden in storage, but that wasn’t the same. They just looked like stock photos he pulled from the internet. They didn’t feel like real people that she had known.

my louise/rudy my girl fic in contrast is actually not angsty AT ALL it was just a silly little concept i wrote where louise watches my girl w/ her family and sees herself and rudy in the characters and gets stressed out that something bad could happen to rudy. she sees rudy at school and he's basically like louise im FINE nothing bad is ever going to happen to me i promise <3 it was just a stupid movie

Louise found My Girl to be painfully boring in the beginning but when Thomas J. Sennett was introduced, she found herself relating to his dynamic with Vada. He reminded her of her best friend Regular-Sized Rudy.

They were always riding bicycles around Rudy’s mother’s house and similarly to Thomas J. Sennett, Rudy was allergic to EVERYTHING! Louise still thought that this movie was stupid and she wasn’t interested in the romance aspect at all, but she appreciated seeing a friendship that reminded her of Rudy. Louise snuggled under Bob’s arm and continued watching My Girl with her family—occasionally laughing to herself at moments that she deemed to be cheesy or unrealistic—until there was a completely out of nowhere twist near the ending of the movie that even Louise hadn’t seen coming.

Thomas J. Sennett had an allergic reaction and DIED!

Vada was left trying to understand how her best friend had died from an allergic reaction and how to cope with the grief and heartbreak she was feeling, and Louise who had otherwise been disinterested for most of the movie suddenly found herself trying to suppress her emotions so that she wouldn’t cry in front of her family over a STUPID coming of age movie. Louise never cried when watching movies.

“This is so sad. It’s been such a long time since we watched this movie together, Bobby! I forgot that he dies at the end,” Linda said as she blew her nose into a tissue.

Linda was always the most emotionally impacted when they watched movies together as a family, especially when children dying was involved. She always said that it made her think about losing her own children and how heartbroken she would feel. Louise had her face buried in Bob’s side so that nobody would hear her sniffling or see the tears that were pouring down her face.

#ask #bob's burgers

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Lesley Jacobs 🥰

Another two parter! I love this lil guy!! He's such a skrunkly lil man

Quickfire Favorites

Food: “Taffy! I love taffy! ‘Speshully the salt ones!”

Color: “Green! No blue! !!!!! A mix o’ green an’ blue!!!”

Season: “Root beer!” after a confused look “We learned ‘bout Sassafras in school! And how it’s a season that gets turned to root beer!” more confused staring “You meant season like… like spring an’ summer, din’cha?”

Weather: “I like when it’s rainin’! Then we get to hang out with Cowboy at Miss Medda’s! We get to see him paintin’!”

Hobby: “Sword fightin’! I’s gettin’ real good! You wanna see?”

Animal: “Pigeons! They real smart! They can find their way from a hundred miles away!”

Memory: “Meetin’ Miss Medda! Cowboy brought us to her theater an’ we got to see the Bowery Beauties an’ see Miss Medda perform for the first time!”

Comfort Item: “My sword! It keeps me safe when I’s hawkin’!”

His birth name was Lior, but his parents Americanized it when they settled.

They hadn’t lived in another country, they’d lived in a different state that was far more forgiving toward the Jewish community

Les doesn’t know where exactly his family lived before, he was born right before they moved, so he doesn’t remember it

He also doesn’t have room in his brain for things he doesn’t think is interesting

So he couldn’t tell you what city or state

He knows it was further inland than New York

Is very excited to live near the ocean

Is also filled with giddy terror at the thought of going anywhere near the ocean

Lior (changed to Lesley, and later shortened to Les) Miron Jacobs

He’s baby

There’s not much else to say 😌

But I will anyway

Les Jacobs had a pretty good childhood. He was the youngest of three siblings, and was the baby of the family. He was doted on for most of his younger years.

His family shielded and protected him from discrimination. They would take the brunt of any snide remarks sent their way, leaving Les oblivious to others’ hatred. For a while.

With Davey as his big brother and Sarah as his big sister, he grew up with mega big brains. School, for the most part, came easy to him. He would tell his siblings what they were going to learn that week, and they’d show him how to do it.

He got in trouble a lot for talking and fidgeting during class

It only got worse after the strike.

Because he’d been out of school for so long he didn’t really remember how to sit still

Definitely has Gifted Kid Syndrome when he gets older. He tries so hard when he’s young, but after the strike and being around the newsies, school was kind of… boring.

He cared less and less about schoolwork and more and more about hawking and being around the newsies. He wanted to learn less about school subjects and more about life.

Anything he wasn’t good at, he didn’t want to do. He wanted to be good at the things he did as soon as he tried them (Like hawking papes)

Les is neurodivergent

I know everyone usually says ADHD, or something similar

But hear me out

Hyperlexia. More specifically Hyperlexia II.

There wasn’t a name for it back then, I think the name only came about less than a hundred years ago.

Hyperlexia II occurs in children with autism. They are captivated by letters and words and numbers.

He’s very good with dates, and loves learning new things. He loves spending time with Elmer and Davey. They can teach him math and reading, new words, new ways to see the world.

On that note, I believe Les has autism

Definitely has echolalia. He can and will repeat the phrases spoken by the people nearby. It happens most often with the newsies, which has gotten him into far more trouble than anything else

Says fuck at least once a day, just echoing Crutchie the newsies

Once they get settled back into a routine with the newsies, he refuses to let anything come between him and that routine (including, but not limited to: his mom finding out that the newsies smoked around him, Jack and Davey’s first and only fight, him asking his dad to teach him how to play poker so he could play the next time the newsies play)

Their routine, for anyone who was curious:

Davey wakes up with the first light of day. Les wakes as soon as his brother stirs

They both get up, and get ready. Socks first. Les can’t stand the feeling of the floor on his bare feet. He dresses up from there. Pants, shirt, suspenders, hat.

Mama calls them for breakfast as soon as the sunlight touches the roof of the next building.

After breakfast, during the school year, they go to school, and during the summer they go to the Lodge.

Their shoes stay by the door. That’s the last thing he puts on before they leave.

He stays out hawking for the same amount of time that he would’ve been in school

Afterward, they go to the theater to see Miss Medda.

Then, back to the Lodge to hang out with the newsies for a bit

The newsies fight over who gets to give him a piggyback ride

He picked Jack every time

Until he found out that Albert and Finch would run with him on their back

He picks Albert usually, because he’s easier to get on, but will pick Finch without too much fuss if Albert is busy

They get back home at dusk, doing homework by the light of the sun (or a candle once the sun had set)

Once finished with homework, they bathe, and get into bed

Has to repeatedly be told that there are certain things he can’t say certain places

He can’t speak what little Yiddish he knows in public, for fear of retaliation by the masses

He can’t say anything about the strike or the union, had to stop going to meetings and rallies because he would just talk and talk and talk to people, and would unknowingly jeopardize the entire operation

He can’t tell anyone about when he sees Davey and Jack huddled together on the fire escape, looking a little too close to be just friends

Looks up to Jack, and Jack does his best to be the role model he needed growing up. He doesn’t want Les selling papes, doesn’t want Les to be near their side of town (it’s dangerous, even with the newsies having his back), much less actually being a newsie and hawking.

“Davey said if I don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. So I’m not gonna say anything to you :) “ -Les

Alternatively: “Davey said if I don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. But Davey ain’t here and you’re a little BI-” -Les, right before Jack remembers that he prefers life

Is the bicon everyone wants Jack Kelly to be

Is a pastel boyo

Everyone expects him to be a neon guy, to complete the trifecta (Davey having an e-boy aesthetic is everything to me. Sarah is 10000% pastel princess (and def has an alt edge to it) but he’s def stolen at least 3 of Sarah’s sweaters, and tried on 4 of her skirts (has told no one) because he likes how flowy they are

Can and will fall asleep anywhere and everywhere

Is an absolute god at Clue(do). Davey and Katherine get so frustrated on game night because Les can look at the people around him, make one suggestion to get an idea of what everyone thinks, watch cards exchange hands, and make his final guess the next round.

He wins every single time

He’s terrifying when it comes to April Fools Day.

Like to the point that he isn’t allowed to pull pranks anymore

Not because anyone gets hurt

But because everyone else gets butthurt that they can’t outdo Les’s absolute EXTRAVAGANZA

Gets a lot of his self worth from others. He looks to the others for approval after he says or does anything, because if they don’t approve or think he’s doing a good job then how can he possibly think he’s doing a good job?

Says beep instead of excuse me

Trusts everyone

That being said, if someone wrecks that trust it’s next to impossible to earn it back

He can and will hold a grudge for ages

His longest streak has been six months

And it was because Sarah brought him regular taffy instead of salted taffy

He didn’t trust her to bring him candy until one day she showed up with several bags of saltwater taffy

Loves listening to the others talk about the things they like, and is really good at retaining that information

He has a vague idea of what he’s supposed to do as a good Jewish boy, but doesn’t always remember specifics

#les jacobs #les newsies #newsies #92sies #askthenewsies #carrying the banner #newsies of new york #livesies #king of new york #autistic les jacobs #dinosaur kid les jacobs #board game god les jacobs

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when it comes to writing oc’s, I try my best to not make boring or generic backstories, for this original character I had her simply in a notebook meaning she was just an idea, I used to get discouraged because I was often told it’s not a good idea to create a sibling for a main character, side character, or supporting since the story board never called for one ; so I closed the notebook and kept it in a drawer, even with attempts to bring her to life .

I went through so many names too for her, I settled for Motoko because I really liked it & just in case I wanted to reboot her there are a few more names I have in the box.

Watching Naruto way back in the day ( making myself sound old ), I had the concept for this oc just being in the wind, it all started when I first saw sakura and I think there was a scene where she was writing something, mentioning bonds… then there was another episode for that do remember Team 7 going against Zabuza and Haku, I recall Sakura gently caressing Sasuke’s face after his battle aftermath—

It occurred to me that it’s possible she had someone in her life that after a periodic time the emotions were very much raw— she and ino were best friends, sisters more like it, before their rivalry for sasuke’s affection; it was an inkling that she probably has a sibling so I wrote rough notes of an older haruno.

Sakura’s older sister. I decided I’d write where the older sister was pretty much absent throughout all of Sakura’s life, well almost, not saying they weren’t as close but Motoko was often a lone wolf, not quite aloof and was obviously a good sister behind the scenes. She didn’t really come into play until I learned Sasuke had an older brother, Itachi so I’m formulating what can I do with her with staying… boring ? Recycled?

So of course I didn’t bring her into play because I lacked the ability to give her a decent story. Back then her name was Sumiko, Yuki, Lucy, etc… I just couldn’t grab a name for her.

So Motoko Haruno.

Motoko was born June 9th.

She was kind of a lazy student during her academic days, but wasn’t a slacker or let her work fall through the cracks. She just didn’t want to show her all or didn’t care about being the best.

Motoko is 4-5 years older than Sakura. Sakura was about 8-9 when her sister was recruited by a teacher. It was mostly Motoko’s doing despite protests from her parents. Even at a young age, Motoko wanted to see more of the world, maybe it was possible she grew bored of the life at home even though she was aware of what she was leaving behind after her recruitment.

It wasn’t until Motoko was 16 she left Konoha. Give or take 17 ( see, I’m still struggling ). Her prolonged absence left a bittersweet taste to Sakura who was now almost alone, but the two kept in touch via letters albeit they were not as frequent ( sometimes Sakura wouldn’t hear from her from months after a letter ). Motoko frequently visited home but did not stay long.

Motoko can often appear desensitized, cold, detached, as well as a non-present sister and daughter from friends and colleagues, all of these facts that do not bother her. However she does have a sense of humor, can be cheerful but the years away from home as well as other influences have her constantly with a guard up.

As you can see my inconsistency here, this is what I can give until I type out her biography.

#ocs #oc rp #( the bitter rose )#( ichorhana )#( visage. )#( psa. )

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Title: Fathoms Below Author: 1016anon Fandom: Bridgerton/Little Mermaid Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton/Kathani Sharma Summary: In which Kathani goes to the surface and Anthony is at the pier.

A/N -- Warning: Major character death

"What are you doing in the water? You shouldn't be in there."

"Well, you look strange. Where are your fins?"

"What are you talking about? I have legs. Why should I have fins?"

"You're a very strange boy."

"You still haven't answered my question. What are you doing in the water?"

"I live here."

"I don't believe you. No one lives in the water. You're going to drown and die. My da says so."

"I've been living in the water my whole life. Maybe you'd drown and die because you have those shrimpy things. That's what you get for being on the surface-- I bet your fins dried out and split and that's why you can't swim."

"I can too swim!"

"You can't. You're a stupid little boy and that's why you're stuck on the surface."

"I'm not stupid! And I'm not a little boy! I'm nearly eight!"

"Then prove it!"

"Fine! I will!"

This went about as well as could be expected of a seven year-old boy trying to follow a mermaid down to the ocean's depths.

"So you've never had fins? Your whole entire life?"

"No."

"Even as a baby?"

"I don't remember, but all my brothers and sisters didn't have fins when they were born."

"How many brothers and sisters do you have? I have six sisters."

"Six?! That's a lot. I only have two, but ma's growing one right now."

"My mum's growing one too. She visits the egg every day to make sure it's happy."

"You were born in an egg?"

"Of course I was born in an egg. Weren't you born in an egg?"

"No. I was born from my mother's belly."

The mermaid looked at him with a great deal of skepticism.

"How did you get out?"

This stumped the human boy.

"I don't remember."

"Then how did your brothers and sisters get out?"

"I don't know. Ma sends me to my friends and when I come back, there's a baby."

"Hmm," she peered at him with her large brown eyes. "What's your name? Do humans have names?"

"We have names! My name is Anthony."

"That's a strange name."

"It is not! You think everything is strange."

"My name is Kathani."

"You've a strange name too. Ka-tha-ni."

"You're very rude."

"You're very rude. I don't like you."

"I don't like you either."

"You almost drowned me."

"You didn't tell me that humans can't breathe underwater."

"I--"

"Anthony! I've been searching for you everywhere! Where have you been? You're all wet!"

"Ma! I was talking to Kathani," he turned to introduce her.

There were only ripples.

"Who?"

"Kathani. She was just here-- she's a mermaid."

His mother looked at him in that pinched expression of fondness and worry. It was obvious she didn't believe a word he said.

"Come along, Anthony, it's time for supper."

"But she was right there!"

"I'm sure she was, my dear."

"She was!"

Kathani watched as Anthony the Human Boy Who Couldn't Breathe Underwater used his legs to walk down the pier, holding his mother's hand. It seemed he hadn't been lying-- his mother was growing something in her belly.

Humans were very odd.

"I thought you had lessons today."

"Lessons are boring. All they talk about are angles and constellations."

"You said you have to do well if you want to join the navy."

"I am doing well. That's why lessons are boring. What about you, I thought you weren't allowed to come to the surface anymore."

"I may have let a few stingrays loose in the classroom."

Kathani smiled with bright-eyed mischief as Anthony laughed.

"You won't get in trouble?"

"They can't prove I did it."

"Menace," he splashed her. "I feel sorry for your tutors."

"You said you had something to show me?"

"Here."

Anthony offered her a small pewter figurine. It had cost a bit of pocket money, but he wasn't going to tell her that.

"What is it?" she asked, awed.

"It's a horse. I was telling you about them the other day."

"I've seen these around the pier! They pull the boxes with wheels."

"Carts. And those are draft horses-- this is a thoroughbred. They're much faster."

"Humans ride these?"

"Yes. You need two legs though," he teased.

"Why? You can just hold onto the neck?"

"No, we have saddles and sit on their backs."

"That doesn't seem very comfortable for the horse. It doesn't hurt them?"

"I don't think so. We're much lighter than the carts."

"I wouldn't let anyone sit on my back."

"Why does that not surprise me."

Kathani moved to give the pewter figure back to Anthony, but he shook his head.

"It's for you."

"For me? Really?"

"Yes."

"Thank you."

Anthony blushed to the tips of his ears, something Kathani either did not notice or did not quite understand. She, however, was relieved that Anthony could not see the way her scales shimmered underwater.

There was a tug on her fin. It seemed the very brief amount of time she had was up-- Newton was nudging her with his pointy nose.

"I have to go."

"You promised you'd help me study the constellations."

"Tomorrow night. You'll have a boat?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll be there at moonrise. Bring some more hard-tack. Newton liked those."

Anthony rolled his eyes.

"More evidence that your dogfish has no taste. Don't splash me! They'll know I was at the pier!"

Kathani harrumphed, then dove under the water.

"Well? What do you think?"

He turned around for her inspection.

"This is your uniform?"

"Don't say it looks odd. You've seen enough human clothing now to know how it works."

"I still don't understand it, but it looks nice. I like it. This means you're an officer?"

"Something like that. No longer swabbing the deck anyway. Here," he carefully perched the ridiculous hat on her head. "Don't get it wet."

It was crooked and fell over her eyes. Anthony laughed as he adjusted the angle. The brim of the hat slowly revealed her eyes, always so large and a clear, beautiful brown.

His breath caught as impossible dreams came to the fore-- dreams which had once limited their reach to night but now followed him into the day.

"It suits you," he said hoarsely.

She kept staring at him.

"Anyway," he cleared his throat. "I've been assigned to a new ship, the Aquata-- and yes, I know how ridiculous the name is. I didn't choose my assignment."

"Whose idea was it to name a ship after my sister?"

"I haven't a clue."

"It's bad luck."

"Then you'll just have to sail with me," he replied, aiming for jaunty but coming out too hopeful.

She grimaced.

"Trouble below?"

"Ariel. She's been sneaking to the surface."

"The youngest?"

Kathani sighed.

"What? I can't keep track of all your sisters, there are too many."

"Says the man with seven brothers and sisters. And none of you born from eggs-- I don't know why human women go through it. It sounds terrible."

"I should never have told you about that."

She stuck her tongue out.

"Very mature, Kathani. You undoubtedly serve as an excellent role model for Ariel."

"She's reckless, Anthony. She's been seen too many times by shore-people-- not just sailors. And she goes around collecting human things from shipwrecks."

"Any gold?"

"Be serious."

"You've been meeting me at the surface for nearly twenty years, why is it a problem when your younger sister does it?"

"It's different, Anthony. She's friends with a seagull."

"Ah."

"You know what I think of seagulls."

"Scheming opportunists leading impressionable young mermaids astray?"

"Do you know what their names are?"

"There's two of them? I thought there was only the one."

"Another has joined them! Soon it will be an entire flock!"

"Dire circumstances indeed."

"Nothing good can come from seagulls. Especially ones named Scuttle and Squakerdown."

"Does this mean you won't be able to come with me?"

"Don't be stupid, of course I'll be there. As often as I can."

"You have to take care of your strange human boy who can't breathe underwater."

"I do," she said primly. "So try not to fall overboard and drown this time."

"No promises," he grinned. "I almost forgot," he pulled out a packed wrapped in old newspaper. "For Newton."

The dogfish popped to the surface for a moment upon hearing its name and swam in excited circles to sniff its favorite surface treats. Kathani, having sampled the hard-tack long ago, shared Anthony's opinion of the stuff: she didn't see the appeal. But Newton never tired of them, especially if Anthony threw them a distance for Newton to catch.

They spent the rest of the afternoon that way, Kathani and Anthony taking turns to throw hard-tack for Newton.

If there happened to be gaps in conversation where they simply stared at each other, there was no one but an easily bribable dogfish to witness it.

"Anthony, what are you doing? I told you there was going to be a storm!"

"His Majesty Prince Eric insisted on taking this intrepid voyage out to sea for his birthday."

"You can't be on the water-- the storm is moving too quickly. You need to get back to shore."

"Prince 'I-outrank-you-as-Rear-Admiral' Eric seems to disagree."

"Humans!"

"None of us are here voluntarily," he said sharply. "We're better sailors than that."

Kathani made a sound of frustration.

"This storm is getting bigger-- it will be a tropical storm, if not a hurricane, when it makes landfall tonight."

"I'll do what I can, but his Majesty is of the impression he is an expert sailor with a gift for forecasting the weather."

"Be careful!"

"Aren't I always?"

"No. Anthony-- I can't promise I'll be here, there's a celebration today at the palace."

"Ariel's birthday, I know."

"Not her birthday, her debut."

"I wish I could be there to see it," he smiled crookedly. "And this crab-composer you've been complaining of for months."

Her expression softened.

"I wish you could be there also."

He leaned down and kissed her-- her lips were salty but her mouth was sweet. It was new and a long time coming, this thing between them.

"I have to go back on board."

"Don't drown," she whispered.

If he could have clubbed His Royal Highness Rear Admiral Prince Eric on the head to sail back to shore without being arrested by Grimsby for treason, he would have. As it was, he was readying a rowboat as best he could to survive a goddamn hurricane.

He drowned.

Even a sailor as experienced as Anthony was no match for a hurricane. Of the many sailors who went out that fateful day for Prince Eric's self-indulgent birthday celebration, only seven survived.

The rest were post-humously promoted and awarded medals of honor for their valiant service to King and Country.

Most of the bodies of the sailors washed to shore, which was surprising as the beach on which they were found was nowhere near the shipwreck. Kathani and Newton had dragged them to the surface out of deference to Anthony, who'd told her it was a luxury for a sailor to be buried.

Anthony, however, she kept for herself. Her strange human boy who couldn't breathe underwater.

The End.

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What Happened Before

A prologue to a currently unnamed WIP I've recently dusted off

CW: mild mentions of drugs, child abuse, and death

My parents had more kids than they deserved. They were dubiously equipped to handle raising a goldfish but still they decided to try their luck on four human beings. I'm about ninety percent sure that they never would’ve had any children - or even made it to their one year dating anniversary - if it weren’t for me being born. So I guess that means apologies are in order for my siblings. I wonder if there’s an Edible Arrangement for years of childhood trauma and neglect.

Although my relatives would never admit it, I was definitely an accident. There's no way my nineteen year old mother decided on a whim to marry her twenty five year old boyfriend after four months of dating and then popped out a kid seven months later. And, no, I wasn’t a premature baby like my grandmother proclaimed to anyone who raised an eyebrow after doing the math. I was nine and a half pounds. There’s another Edible Arrangement I need to order.

They named me Dallas after the city where they met. Which was fine in Texas but when I was three weeks from my second birthday they packed us up and moved us to Indianapolis. I don’t know why I do, but I remember vividly what happened the day we moved in. I was standing on the ugly beige carpet of my new bedroom surrounded by boxes when I heard my mom scream from down the hall. Her water had broken and she was being a little dramatic about it. It was time for my new sibling to be born. I was ushered out of the house without my favorite stuffed fox. Of course, I threw a massive tantrum in the driveway. That was the first time I ever saw what was eventually dubbed the ‘rage vein’ in my father’s neck. The first time I was ever scared of him. I cried a lot then.

They named my sister Grace. For years she lamented that it was too boring but then she got over it. After all, you could only expect so much from a couple of white people from Texas. Grace Annaleigh Parker. Not kidding. I don't know if she still goes by Grace anymore. I honestly don’t even know if she still goes by ‘she’ anymore. It’s hard to talk about the important stuff. I try, but there’s something in our way. I wish I knew what it was.

We were close when we were kids. That's sort of what happens when you’re not too far apart in age. I think I was a good brother back then, all things considered. She’d steal my toys and I'd snatch them back but I wouldn't make a big deal about it. I never yelled at her or pulled her hair even though it was always in ribboned pigtails that were at just the right height for a proper yank of revenge. She didn’t make it easy for me, though. Whenever she got mad, her gut reaction was to fling the nearest object directly at my head. I still have a scar just above my eyebrow from a little metal train she hurled at me one day. I remember running straight to my mom screaming, sticky blood dripping down my face. I immediately stained the pretty pink dress she used to wear frequently but she didn’t say a word about that. She just held me tightly and rocked me back and forth, telling me I'd be alright and that it would stop hurting. She was always good at soothing us when we cried. She smelled like apples and soap made with honey. At least she did when we were that small.

Everything changed after Nate was born. He was the real premature baby. Grace and I weren't able to see him until after he left the NICU and by then he was nearly a month old. He was four pounds exactly when he came home and he cried for hours and hours and hours. Ao one could ever get him to calm down. He wouldn’t eat either. I vividly remember one day when my mom was sobbing on the floor with Nate red-faced and screaming on his back in front of her. I kept thinking: he’s so sad, why won’t she just hold him? I didn't know what to do. I was only six after all. But I knew what helped me when I was crying. So I picked him up. Maybe I'm making this last detail up to delude myself into thinking I was a better brother than I was, but I swear his crying got quieter. My mom's did too. but she still laid on the floor, her cheek pushed against the carpet, her puffy eyes staring at nothing. Word spread quickly through the family about the problems with Nate and, subsequently, the problems with my mom. He was born addicted to cocaine. And that was her fault entirely.

I didn't see much of my extended family after that. My father’s parents had already died and his siblings wanted nothing to do with my druggie mom. Except for my Aunt Leah. She was always sweet to us kids. She’d bring us treats and little dollar store toys every visit. I got the feeling that I was her favorite. Or maybe I just really needed to be someone’s favorite. My mom’s own parents shunned her too after piecing together what caused the problems with Nate. They were really intensely Baptist and thought she was walking down a path of sin. So from then on, they pretended she didn’t exist. Despite the complete ostracism from her family, my mom clung to Nate even tighter. It's like she was trying to prove that she hadn’t doomed him from the moment of his conception. He became her favorite child, especially once the endless crying ceased. Because of his size and overall pallor, he was dubbed the fragile one, the angel. We were never allowed to play too rough near him. Nap time was sacred and we were to be silent when he slept. We could never tease him, never chase him, never take his toys. His drawings held special places on the fridge and the walls. I was never much of an artist anyway. But this whole thing pissed Grace off and I was the outlet for her anger. She was much more likely to lash out both verbally and physically. But I took it all in stride. After all, I was the big brother. I was the protector. So what if that meant I took a few hits? She couldn’t actually do much damage, being so much smaller than me.

But I couldn’t really do much protecting. As the rage vein became a more looming visitor in our house, my mom shrank into herself. She lost a lot of weight and her eyes became more dull. She didn’t smell as sweet and she didn’t hold me as tight. I quickly got too tall to curl up on her lap and too heavy for her to carry around. But she carried Nate. Every day, She held him in her arms even when he was well into elementary school. His feet rarely touched the floor as he looked down on us from his throne in our mother’s arms. To be fair, he was always tiny and she didn’t have the strength to do very much. She spent most of the time resting. At least, that’s what we called it when she would lay in her bed silently in the dark for hours upon hours.

Grace and I would ignore days like this; it was easier that way. But Nate would wait outside her bedroom like a puppy, waiting for her to come out. He would make drawings or scribble little notes and push them under the door. He would sing songs or read stories to her, telling us that she would come out when the world was nice again. Our father didn’t like any of that. He very much had a ‘suck it up and get over it’ to this sort of deep sadness and mental distress. But no matter how he screamed, Nate stayed put. That is, until our father would drag him away from the door by his shirt collar. Or by his arm. Or by his hair. The latter became the more frequent occurrence once it was discovered to be the most effective. I felt bad for Nate. But all I could do was watch from my doorway and prepare to receive Nate back into our shared bedroom. He would cry and cry and cry. I kept my hair short.

Jordan was born my freshman year of high school. There was nothing particularly notable about his birth other than the fact that he was the only one of us born with hair. Lots of it. Dark brown like our father’s. He was a quiet baby, at least compared to Nate. That time is still a blur for me. I really only remember waking up for school two months later and somehow just knowing that my mom was gone. She left in the middle of the night. Didn’t even grab anything she owned. Just left her wedding ring on the kitchen table. I think Grace saw her leave. But she won’t talk about it even to this day. Neither would my father and he wouldn’t permit any of us to do so either.

It was Hell on Earth for a while after that. Nate cried every single day, screaming that he wanted her and no one else. I would try to comfort him, wrap my arms around him like she used to do to me. But he would shove me away, kick my shins, scream at me to leave him alone. When he was inconsolable like that, my father would just yell. I became numb to the harsh words and the sound of hands smacking against flesh. What could I do? I could've stepped in. I should've stepped in. It’s too late now.

Grace became really possessive of Jordan. People liked to say she was stepping up to play mommy but I knew better. She just liked to treat him like a little doll and, when he got older, a little puppy. She loved having someone follow her around and idolize her. And, to be fair, she was easy to be impressed by. She was smart as a whip, fast as lightning, and tough as a bull. No one got in her way. I was mousy compared to her despite noticeably being nearly twice as heavy as she was. Jordan rarely ever came to me when he was in need of a playmate. But if anyone was being an actual mommy to him, it was me. The moment I got my driver’s license I also got a car seat and a lecture about how I needed to be more responsible and by taking my siblings to school and anywhere else they needed to go, I would become a better man.

To this day I feel a little twinge of anger when I think about my father’s speech. I needed to learn responsibility? Hadn’t I been responsible enough? Hadn’t I been doing everything in my power to keep my family together for years? Hadn’t I been fighting to save my siblings from the literal Hell that had been creeping up around us for who knows how long? No. In his eyes, I was just a spoiled brat because sometimes at night I would curl myself up into a tight little ball, wrap myself in my blanket, and cry. I was a sniveling, sorry excuse for a son because I missed my mom. I was an embarrassment because I acted like a woman and coddled my brothers when they cried. He never gave me any fucking credit. And that’s why when his sister called and told me he was dead, all she heard from my end was silence.

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Hatchetfield is No Place For a Tabby Cat - Chapter 8: A Lesson in Abstinence

Tabby navigates the second half of her day, including a lunch break with a new frenemy.

Classes were an hour each, with 10 minute transition times between them. As soon as the bell rang, Tabby gathered her stuff, ready to stumble to Geometry, when she heard her voice called behind her.

She turned to see Robbie waiting for her beside the desk, sipping coffee out of an insulated cup. “Tabby, right? I’d like to have a word with you, if you don’t mind?”

Tabby nodded and turned back across the classroom, stuffing her hands in her pockets as Robbie smiled at her.

“Your student records say you’re new here. How are you adjusting to Hatchetfield?”

“It’s quite the change. Everyone here seems to have lived here their whole lives, and it’s a lot smaller compared to Toronto. Plus…” her voice trailed off. She reminded herself that she’d just met Robbie today. Telling her that the town didn’t seem right, that everything was just abnormal enough to cause discomfort, did not seem like a good move. “Plus…the school is pretty big for such a small town.”

Robbie chuckled, taking another sip of coffee. “You’re right about all of that. I’ve lived here forever, my sister and I were born and raised here, and I can vouch for it. You’ll get used to Hatchetfield eventually, all of its little quirks and heartwarming qualities. If you need anything at all, come to me. Consider me your older sister here at school, okay?”

Tabby was honored. She shifted her weight. “Thank you, Ms. Ba- I mean Robbie. I will. Uhm…is there any way you could point me to the Geometry classroom?”

With 2 minutes of transition time left, Tabby dashed up a flight of stairs and down the left wing of the school. There, she found an open door leading to a plain-looking room with a poster on the wall that said ‘Geometry Rocks!” She wrinkled her nose. This was the same kind of cheesy shit you’d see in any middle or high school classroom.

The students were already gathered at desks. Tabby noticed Ruth from the hallway that morning. She seemed to be deep in conversation with a boy with blue hair. The boy looked a lot like Trevor from Chemistry that morning, so much that Tabby did a double take. She didn’t remember Trevor having blue hair. Shaking herself off, she chose a seat in the back row, next to a red-haired girl with oddly thick eyebrows.

She said nothing, and instead began combing through a math textbook that had been left on every desk. The bell rang to signal the start of class. The teacher, an older man, was standing at a podium, his voice droning on like the humming of an electric fan.

“And now to introduce yourselves.” He said, voice still monotone. “In order of your seats, please stand up, state your name, and a fun fact. Or a boring fact. I don’t give a rat’s ass.”

From the corner, a boy in a blue ‘Virginity Rocks’ shirt, gasped. A teacher swearing was probably not something he was used to. The teacher smirked. “We’ll start with you, then.”

The boy shakily got to his feet. “I’m Gabriel, and uh…I sing baritone in the Hatchetfield High choir.” He had a shockingly deep voice for how pathetic he sounded (and acted)

The introductions continued around the classroom. When it was Ruth’s turn, she stood up, cheered on by the boy next to her. “My name is Ruth, and I, uh…I like to act, but mostly do theater tech” She sat down, and the blue haired boy stood. “I’m Richie, and despite popular belief, I am not the same person as my twin brother Trevor.”

That explains it, twin brothers, Tabby thought, I knew they looked alike.

When the chain finally got to her, she got to her feet. “My name is Tabatha, but I mostly go by Tabby. I have a hairless cat named Raisin, and I’m new to Hatchetfield this year.” She looked around at the class. Most of them were on their phones, but Ruth and Richie were watching intently.

The rest of the class went by about as slow as a turtle wearing steel boots, weighed down by the heavy mass of the emotional baggage that came with being a small reptilian creature. The teacher, who Tabby learned was called Mr. Mitchell, had a voice about as exciting as watching grass grow, which made reading out the syllabus the biggest pain in the ass Tabby’d had to deal with all day, and that included her little exchanging of words with Max Jagerman.

By the time the bell rang for lunch, her feelings about Hatchetfield had become more and more mixed. On one hand it was a fresh start, the teachers seemed nice enough, especially Robbie, and there was the whole fact about being lab partners with Steph for the entire year. On the other hand, the looming fear of Max Jagerman hung over her head for the first two blocks. His words echoed in her mind: not the insults she had been called, but that one simple sentence. You’ll pay for this.

She tried her hardest not to let it bother her as time ticked on throughout the day. She joined the stampede of hungry students parading toward the cafeteria. At Hatchetfield High, lunch came in four waves. The first one, wave A, came before third period classes. Wave B came 15 minutes later, then wave C 15 minutes after that, and wave D after that. Tabby just so happened to be lucky enough to be in wave A. When she got to the cafeteria, most of the tables were already full of students. That day’s lunch consisted of wilted-looking salad and some sort of mystery meat. Tabby internally thanked her past self for slapping together a peanut butter and jelly sandwich the night before.

Her eyes scanned the cafeteria for anyone she knew. She spotted Brenda and Stacy, both cackling over some video being shown to them by Kyle, but of course ignored them. She sighed and plopped down at an open table alone.

She had already taken a bite out of her sandwich when she felt another body land beside her on the bench. The girl looked familiar, but Tabby didn’t remember her name. She had short, wavy brown hair, pulled out of her face by two pink ribbons. She wore a pale blue sweater over a white blouse and a pair of jeans, as well as a dainty pair of dress shoes and frilly socks. She was smiling widely.

“I see you’re sitting alone!” She said, her voice slightly gruff and forcefully cheerful. She held out her hand to shake. Her wrist was ringed with handmade bracelets in varying shades of pink, each of which was decorated with phrases like “WWJD” and “God is Good”

“Uh…yeah.” Tabby stuttered, shaking the girl’s hand. “It’s hard to find a spot here.”

“I agree! Which is why I came to sit with you. No one deserves to be lonely. My name is Grace, by the way. And I’m never lonely. Wanna know why that is?”

“Uh…sure.”

“It’s because I always know God is with me.” Grace gently closed her eyes as she said this, nodding matter-of-factly. “What about you? Do you get lonely sometimes?”

Tabby shrugged. “I guess.”

Grace frowned. “Then I take it you aren’t a woman of God. Are you Christian?”

“My mother is, but I don’t really believe…I haven’t been to church in like 3 years.”

Grace looked offended, but quickly hid it with a fake-ass smile. “What a shame. I could help you with that, you know.” She pulled her pink and white lacy backpack onto the bench beside her, unzipped it, and rummaged around in it for a few seconds. She pulled out two pamphlets and handed them to Tabby.

The first seemed to be for a church, presumably the one Grace herself went to. Tabby eyed the fake-smiling faces of the youth group on the cover, rolling her eyes.

The second pamphlet was for a place called ‘Camp Idontwannabang’, which looked to be a summer camp of sorts. In bold letters, it advertised ‘comfortable cabins, fun activities, and lessons on the importance of abstinence’. The front page showed a pair of what Tabby assumed to be counselors, smiling and standing awkwardly away from each other as if they were afraid to touch. The one on the left was a sandy-haired guy with icy blue eyes, about the same color as the ‘Virginity Rocks’ t-shirt he wore. To his right was a redhead girl with pigtails, wearing the same shirt but in pink.

“Think about it!” Grace prompted. “There’s a lot to learn about the ways of our lord and savior, you should really look into it. Teen sex kills, you know!”

“I’ve read Romeo and Juliet.” Tabby smirked, shoving the pamphlets into the depths of her bag, not to be seen until she cleaned it out seven months later.

“Are you implying that you agree with my ideals?” Grace’s eyes brightened. “You wouldn’t want to end up like Juliet, would you?”

Tabby laughed slightly, taking another bite of her sandwich. “I don’t have to worry about that. I’m less of a Juliet and more of a Tybalt, to be honest.”

“Whatever you say.” Grace pulled out a lunchbox in the same pattern as her backpack. Inside was a thermos that seemed to be full of soup.

“You like Shakespeare? Or were you just forced to read good old R and J for English?” Tabby asked, polishing off the sandwich.

“I’ve read a few of his works. I have to say, he certainly does include a lot of premarital kisses in his plays.”

“I’ve heard of abstinence, but you’re like…ultra abstinence, huh?”

“And everyone should be!” She set the thermos down. “You don’t wanna get…” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “...Pregnant, do you?”

Tabby spat out a sip of water she was taking. “No! You do realize that touching another person isn’t going to get you pregnant, right? Hell, we could make out right now and–”

Grace flew to her feet. “I’m not comfortable with that kind of implication! That’s…that’s unnatural! You must at least realize that!”

“Look, my point is, characters kissing in a Shakespeare play isn’t gonna lead to surprise Shakespearean babies being made.” Tabby looked up at Grace who was red in the face and shaking her balled fists.

“You have some nerve!” Grace half-yelled. “To imply that you’re brainwashed by those dirty, sex-having brutes!”

“You mean…modern media? Grace, I wake up to a song about screwing cat women. You really think I care that much?”

“I thought you were holy and pure! But nope! You’re…you’re a dirty girl!”

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♱ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ryuuto | Ecstasy 01 ♱

⌜ Scene: Cordelia's Boudoir ⌟

Richter: “ーーTo once again taste your gushing, honey-sweet nectar upon my lips… That much is all I can dream upon, until our next meeting.”

…Is what marks the end of the passage.

Cordelia: Word for word, that is what you wrote?

Richter: Is it not to your liking?

Cordelia: It’s not that; Your poetry has certainly come a ways since the last I heard it.

Yet, it’s been some time since you last had a taste of that “nectar” of mine. Who’s to say it’s still as sweet as you remember?

Richter: …!

Cordelia: Nfu, what is that cute face for?

Richter: You only asked for my recital, this evening. And yet, could it be that you’re now suggesting for us to…

Cordelia: What’s this? It’s a little late to get cold feet, wouldn’t you say?

Richter: Please, be wise about this.

It is a risk for you to be here in the first place. Ryuuto might be our… …your first-born, but to be ripe with my brother’s children whilst visiting, Sister, it’sーー

Cordelia: Ufufufu〜!

Richter: …!

Cordelia: You really are the pathetic type, aren’t you? Calling me that and acting so innocent, after just recalling such a passionate memory!

Really, there’s no need for that here… We’re alone.

Richter: Sist… Cordelia. Ryuuto has just barely been put to bed…

Cordelia: So〜?

Richter: He is only an infant; if he were to hear us… More likely, if he knew you were here, we would barely get a moment longer to ourselves.

Cordelia: You’ve always been the jealous type, nfu… And the type for excuses. It should be simple, shouldn’t it?

Accept my love, and do your best to keep quiet. Like old times …〜

Richter: Cordelia…

ー The flashback fades… and the scene fades to the Living Room. ー

Yui: Even though you had gone behind Karl’s back countless times beforehand, Ryuuto temporarily held you back that night…

Your jealousy almost knows no bounds, truly.

Richter: You have my sincerest apologies…

Yui: Ufufu, no point dwelling on that past. Ryuuto’s a smart enough boy, now, to not mind taking the back seat whenever it’s needed.

Wouldn’t you agree, Ryuuto?

Ryuuto: … …

Yui: ( Ryuuto-san… )

…Nfu, I’ll take your silence as proof.

But come now, talk to me; Don’t you have plenty you’re dying to say to your dearest Mother, after so many years apart?

Ryuuto: Is this permanent?

Yui: Why wouldn’t it be? Could you be worried I’ll slip through your fingers once again?

Richter: … …

Yui: Don’t tell me you’re working yourself up for nothing. I won’t be going anywhere.

After all, this girl’s body belongs entirely to me now, thanks to you two.

( Don’t say that so confidentially; I’m still here! )

Ryuuto: How can you be so sure?

Yui: Aah?

Ryuuto: …That history will not repeat itself, that is.

Yui: With those others? Fool me once, as the saying goes.

Although, what you’re trying to say is that you’re worried that the girl will somehow regain control of her body. Am I right?

Ryuuto: Perhaps… Is she conscious?

Yui: Unfortunately, but not for too much longer.

( I won’t give up so easily, if that’s what you’re thinking! Not at all; I won’t give up on Ryuuto-san… )

Don’t start talking nonsense! Aah, but all this serious talk is boring me, now… I want to relive the memories some more.

Say, Richter?

Richter: Dearest.

Yui: This room… I kept my jewellery collection just over there, didn’t I?

Ryuuto: … …

Yui: Bring the box over to me. If there is one thing that can improve this new body of mine, it’s some gemstones, and I believe I know just the set〜

Richter: At once.

ー Richter fetches the exact box from the dresser. ー

Yui: ( W-Wait… isn’t this jewellery set the one I… )

ーーThe one you were eyeing up when you were poking around where you didn’t belong, yes. This is the very same set.

( …! Then that means… )

Ryuuto: It’s broken.

Yui: …!?

Ryuuto: The necklace belonging to the set broke… See for yourself.

Yui: Broke!? That girl…!

…Grr.

ー Cordelia picks up a sharp sherd of the broken necklace... and holds it to her arm. ー

( W-Wait a moment! )

ーーWhy would I hesitate? If this body belongs to me, I can punish it as I see fit.

( That sharp piece of stone…! Wh-What are you planning!? )

Ryuuto: You’re going to punish that body, yet it was my fault that it was shattered?

Yui: ( R-Ryuuto-san’s fault…? What are you saying? )

That’s exactly what I want to know. So, spit it out. Who is to blame?

━─┉┈◈ Selection ◈┈┉─━

　　❈ Own up to it ( ♥ )

Yui: ( He’s twisting the truth… to spare me? )

ーーHow interesting. Is that how it is?

It seems this all runs a little deeper than I first thought.

Ryuuto: Well? Did she confirm it was me, Mother?

Yui: Nfu, I wonder?

　　❈ It’s like he said

Yui: ( He’s taking the blame entirely? )

( When I think about it, I suppose he did cause it to fall in the first place… )

You’re happy to throw him under the bus like this?

Ryuuto: I told you as much.

━━─┉┈┈◈◉◈┈┈┉─━━

Richter: …Ryuuto? Then, it was you after all?

Yui: Quiet, Richter. I think I’ve figured it out…

If you’re adamant… In that case, instead of this body receiving punishment, shouldn’t it be yours? Hurry up and kneel, then. Right here.

Ryuuto: Here, is that right? Understood.

Richter: … …

ー Ryuuto kneels before Yui’s body. ー

Yui: ( Ryuuto-san, wait! )

( Why are you doing just as she says? You’re…! )

( You’re going to get yourself hurt…! )

✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥

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#(( whoops forgot to post again ;-;#diabolik lovers oc #Diabolik Lovers #ryuuto sakamaki #sakamaki ryuuto #ryuuto sakamaki route #sakamaki ryuuto route #ryuuto route #haunted dark bridal #haunted dark bridal ecstasy #hdbecstasy01

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arcsparkasriel · 1 year

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Vtubertale Synopsis

Howdy! I'm Asriel Dreemurr. Prince of the Underground and Ambassador of the Monsters to the Humans. In my spare time, I'm a Twitch Streamer and an online tech worker.

Maybe you came here because you've heard of my Vtuber name: Arc Spark. I got that name in my welding class. I went to scratch my forehead when I had a hot piece of metal in my hand and burned the fur on my forehead. I smelled funky for a week.

So you've heard of the Undertale have you? The tale of my brother, or sister Frisk (depending on the universe) coming to the Underground to save or destroy Monsterkind? Along with either my help or interference. Yeah, as the Former Angel of Hyperdeath, I still retain most of my knowledge from my Angel form regarding the surrounding Multiverse of realities and universes. I even briefly communicated with a few of my alternate selves.

I bet though you haven't heard it told the way I'm gonna tell you. In this universe there are a lot of things different but still generally the same as to what you have heard.

Well, you probably know it already but I suppose it can't hurt to recount it a little:

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Long ago, two races ruled over the Earth. Humans and Monsters.

For a long time, the two races were on friendly terms. Perhaps a little ignorant of one another but peace was widespread and commonplace.

Then mankind learned of Monsterkind's ability to absorb human souls to become even more powerful.

Monsters were instinctively good and peaceful and would never even fathom stealing a human soul. Unfortunately, this was not good enough for humans.

Fear and Suspicion began to reign through the human kingdoms after word had spread.

One day, a war broke out between the two races. But one could hardly call it a war. It was a massacre.

After a long battle, the humans were victorious.

My father Asgore rose up to take his father's place as King. Mom was probably there too, but she doesn't like talking about that time.

They sealed the Monsters underground with a magic spell.

Many centuries later...I was born.

I was shy and lonely for the longest time. I didn't have any friends. The Castle wasn't really a place for making friends. I think I remember seeing Undyne in the Castle as a kid. The only one who would talk to me was Muffet. The little spider girl whose family resided just outside the castle walls.

And then, one day when I was exploring around the flowers, I found someone had fallen into the Ruins.

...Her.

Look...

You already know the tale of my former sibling Chara. I won't bore you with the painful details and I'm not really in the mood to rehash them. The information is out there already in the "game" Mr. Toby Fox made and it's similar enough to what happened to me. So I'll fast forward.

After the "plan" failed and Chara and I were killed by the humans, the former Head Royal Scientist W.D. Gaster secretly gathered my dust and what remained of my soul. He desperately wanted to help Dad and Mom by finding a way to bring me back. And subsequently, find a way to break the barrier.

I'm still fuzzy on the details as to what he did exactly, but he created the DT Extractor and many other marvelous inventions to help us. To this day I think Alphys is still studying what he left behind. I don't think she remembers him though. Having your existence explode in a lab accident across reality tends to do that.

Dad wasn't thinking that day and made a really bad mistake. He declared war on humanity and still pays for it to this day. Every man, woman, or child that fell into the Underground would die. And they would have their souls extracted.

Honestly? I don't hate him for it. I can't. How can I? I've done just as much if not even more unpleasant things than he has done.

When Mom left for the Ruins, intending to leave Dad forever, she found she was pregnant with one more child.

A year later, in the silence of our old house, my youngest brother Ralsei was born. Mom tells me he was born with Albinism. A lack of melanin in the body apparently. Pure white fur even whiter than our own, pure white skin. His eyes especially were hit hard. Pink like Hibiscus Flowers. Made him severely nearsighted.

When he was old enough, Mom had him start wearing glasses she made from some crystal that grew in the cave walls. I think I saw some guy in an anime do that. Dr Stone, I think?

I remember seeing Ralsei as...that flower. And I remember feeling jealousy and hate, but maybe a piece of me left over kept that flower from acting on it.

Mom kept an eye on him at all times and taught him everything she knew about cooking, baking, public speaking, botany, art and even healing.

Mom tells me he was a very lonely child like I was, maybe even a little more so. Mom and he probably developed a few mental illnesses being alone down there. Lately, they've been going to see professional help to talk about that time. It hasn't been pretty but the five of us are helping them get through it.

Ralsei developed an affinity for healing magic and herbal remedies. He loved science and medical topics. One time when a Froggit hurt its leg, he took it in and helped it heal back to normal.

When Frisk came along...you know the drill. The Flower greeted him with that tired psychopath routine you've seen a million times in playthroughs of the game Mr. Fox made about our lives.

"Kill or Be Killed" and all of that stupid junk that Flower was spouting. I sure hate myself for that time. Everything I did was seared into my brain forever. I can't get rid of the memories and I often have vivid nightmares about that time without my soul.

Both Mom and Ralsei were there to greet him with open arms. They were very clingy with Frisk after having dealt with losing six other human children. Ralsei especially took to Frisk even more so than the other human children. They hit it off really well.

The Flower sure didn't like seeing how well their bond was developing.

When Frisk finally decided to leave, Ralsei snuck out after him. I don't know why the flower didn't try to hurt him.

Mom obviously noticed his disappearance, but Frisk and I were a lot faster than them.

Frisk and Ralsei helped me fill in the gaps of details of his journey cause I wasn't there the whole time. I don't think the flower was omniscient. Not to my knowledge anyway.

Flash Forward again. Frisk and Ralsei meet those Smily Trashbags, Monster Kid, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, Catti, and Bratty. Frisk helps everyone and then finally met my father with Ralsei and Mom not far behind.

When Dad met Ralsei for the first time, he just couldn't bring himself to fight anymore. Mom was there to step in and the gang as you know them popped in one after another.

The Flower couldn't take it anymore. So he snuck into the basement where Dad was holding the human souls. Then he ruined the reunion.

But after Frisk befriended every monster in the Underground, listened to them, helping them with their problems, everyone sensed their new friend was in danger.

Then...I was suddenly back. But not entirely there. Frisk had to smack sense back into me while I was raging out in Angel of Hyperdeath mode. Suddenly, I could feel emotions again. I could love again. I'll never be able to fully thank him for saving me.

Frisk took it upon himself to break off a piece of his own soul and ask the other six human souls for small pieces of theirs to replace the lost pieces of my soul. It worked all right. Maybe a little too good.

Maybe I'll post the details of my reunion with everyone soon, but it's still a little private. But I can tell you meeting my new brothers Frisk and Ralsei for the first time was...amazing.

Frisk helped reintroduce us to the Surface and to mankind. Apparently, the Surface country was now called England. Frisk, Mom, and Dad got the cushy government jobs of becoming ambassadors of the monsters. We all settled in the city closest to Mt. Ebott, which was also named Ebott City.

As it turns out, having a rainbow soul filled with several different human souls made me and all of monster-kind immortal. Frisk through his connection to me got the perk too. The only problem was, only after three weeks of being on the surface, I had a really big growth spurt.

And I grew into the teenage beefcake you see before you now. With those strange black markings from my Angel form still plastered all over my body.

Because of Frisk's position, everyone got really good houses or apartments in the city. We in particular were given an entire apartment building all to ourselves with an eight-room apartment that stretched two floors. It was three times the size of our old house. Local police kept an eye on our building for us and the government kept tabs on us to make sure we were safe. And probably to make sure we didn't cause any trouble.

Not long after, we found a little monster girl hanging outside our house. As it turns out she was left behind while we were making the transition to the surface. She had heard about Frisk and was asking around town where we lived. Her name was Susie.

A purple little dino monster with long dark brown hair, frightening strength, and muscles to boot.

She had been an orphan for a long time. Apparently, her parents were one of Alphys' first failed Determination experiments. They didn't even get a chance to turn into Amalgamates like the others.

Because Mom can't say no to children, I now have a new sister. She took to Frisk and Ralsei unusually well and they became something of a team. But Frisk and I are still really close. Even after my little growth spurt.

So with me, we are now a six-person family living in a two-story apartment. At least it's never boring.

Along with school, I had to find some way to make sense of my days and the complications of my past life, so I found a way to contribute. Remote tech support, a few online odd jobs, and some modeling.

No, I'm not kidding. Miss Muffet is giving me a few jobs here and there as a Male Monster Model. I do a bit of everything. Cologne, Underwear, fast food commercials, etc. So, ladies, you may be seeing me with my shirt off sometime in the near future. I have a VERY good profile.

And the thing you came here for...

Becoming a Vtuber.

I figured entertaining the masses might be fun. Doing what I want but also providing some levity for all you humans and monsters out there.

I'll be posting more specific details of my story and how things played out in the future. As well as individual stories of how everyone is doing these days. Maybe I'll even post a few pictures here and there.

But until then, come and check me out on Twitch and give me a follow! I'd hugely appreciate it!

I also have an Instagram, a Twitter, and obviously a Tumblr here! Come on in and say hi!

#undertale #undertale au #ut au #english vtuber #vtuber #asriel #asriel dreemurr #post pacifist #furry #twitch streamer #streamer #roleplay #twitch #vtuber en #Youtube

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shaken-up-sofa · 1 year

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My Pokémon creepy pasta attempt

Tbh I was bored and listening to people reading Poképastas so this idea was born. So please, Enjoy my dumb story, N Merry Christmas

Oh and this was Lowkey inspired by the fact my little brother and I used to play Let's go Eevee all of the time so- 🤷🏽

Player 2 Disconnected.

I couldn't tell you why it happened, I couldn't tell you how, but what I can tell you is that whatever happened to this game is seriously fucked.

It had been 4 years since I touched this game. My sister and I used to play all of the time

However after our switch started to have serious joy stick troubles, it never stopped turning left

(And she got annoyed with my shiny hunting)

We slowly grew to stop playing it.

But due to the Holidays, thanks ol Saint Nick, I had received new controllers for my switch, meaning No more left turning.

Digging through my junk drawer, I had found the forgotten 5 year old game system I had once cherished.

And what do you know? My Let's Go Eevee game had still been inside the system

Of course, I had to charge the Switch, and set up the new controllers, but once I had everything ready to go,

I remembered that My sister had moved out some time ago. Sighing, I realized I would have to play alone- Or at least as both players

When my sister and I would play

And we got into a battle, on My turn, I would attack, She would use her turn use her Haunter to heal my eevee

When her Haunter was at low health, we would disconnect and Reconnect Player 2. I don't know if if was a glitch in our game, however whenever we did this, her Haunter would have somewhat Higher life points when coming back.

Soon booting up the game and loading into my old save file, I'd notice that Player 2 had already been connected-

I hadn't connected player 2, or gotten the Notification that player 2 Had been connected

Brushing it off as a mistake from my end, I'd Disconnect player 2 for now, I didn't have a use for her yet.

I had gotten pretty far in the game, but not entirely completely. It wouldn't take me long to enter a Battle,

However again, Player 2 connected without me connecting her-

I think her canon name is like- Elaine or something-

Except Elaine, she

She looked Fearful. Like she had seen horrors beyond life itself.

She had slight scratching on her legs, that her Shorts weren't long enough to cover.

She did not smile, or look tough. She didn't look sly or smug. She looked Terrified..

Not wanting to be distracted by her, and knowing I wouldn't need her for this battle, I would disconnect her once again.

After the battle, Player 2 would Reconnect itself

I had no clue How, No Clue Why! But noticing her

Her colors had seemed.. Duller..

Her scratches would only look worse

Her expression not easing up, but getting worse

And this would Happen Over and Over

She would Connect, she would look Worse and Worse

Her cuts deeper, her hair a mess, her eyes

Oh her eyes are burned into the back of my head

The whites of her eyes turned a very dark and deep red, her irises a brighter red

The mysterious black.. liquid?.. dripping from her eyes

It came to the point that when she joined the battles,Elaine would sit in the place of where Her Pokémon should be.. just curled up.. And instead of any Moves, the text would pop up

"Haunter can't heal your Eevee. I Can't Heal Eevee"

Something was happening when I would disconnect player 2

Something she saw was scaring here- Hurting her!

But this is a video game, I thought to myself. She can't Feel, nothing Happens when she's disconnected..

But If that were the case

Elaine wouldn't look so.. Deathly

Deciding I had had enough, I would save my Game

Or at least.. I would Try to--

However the Option to do so was gone

The game wouldn't allow me to Disconnect Player 2, to Disconnect Elaine..

The text popping up

"no, Please--! Not Again-again.. Not Again!"

Every time I even attempted to disconnect the second controller

Standing with my player's back to her, she would hunch over, seemingly crying..

I just couldn't take this anymore, Whatever happened to my game, Whatever was Hurting Elaine, I couldn't watch anymore.

I pressed the home button.

"Don't make me go back, Cain.. Don't Make me!"

Would be the next text to pop up

Being freaked out, I quickly turned off the switch..

That hadn't been the name I told the game, I had given the game a nickname, not my Real name-

I haven't picked up the game since. I put the game back in it's case, and listed it on some reselling site...

Elaine would have to be someone else's problem.. I can't save her, even if I tried.

The end

Well.. maybe it wasn't that great, but I'm writing this on Christmas Eve, so maybe it sucks

But Look! The art I drew for this attempted Creepypasta!

My boyfriend is kinda getting me hooked on Poképastas so

Maybe I'll post more of Ems

#creepypasta #oc? idk #pokémon #pokepasta #lost silver #strangled red #Shaken-Up's cringe #Player 2 Disconnected

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floralcavern · 8 months

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Wings of Fire fanfic - Anemone

T/W: Hints of ab*se and Whirlpool

Bored. I think. Bored, bored, bored, BOREEEEED!!!

I sit up and start swimming back and forth, not being able to go far on the harness, even with mother asleep.

I need to get OUT OF THIS THING!!

I can barely sleep! And when I'm about to, mother turns in her sleep, tugging me with her! It's THE WORST! But I can't say anything about it.. I don't want a gag to match my harness..

I exhale. Mother will be waking soon as the sun begins to rise.

I lay back down next to her and try to sleep, which I only get 15 minutes of before mother wakes me.

'Come Anemone, let's go' she flashes at me. I simply nod and we begin heading out of the deep palace.

As we're out in the main area around the deep palace, I see my brothers playing. I begin to unconsciously head toward them, desperate to play before mother yanks me. I look over to her, but she just shakes her head and flashes 'No, Anemone. You're better than them.'

I hang my head low and nod.

Of course I am. I'm a princess! Not that I ever ASKED TO BE ONE! Sometimes I wish I was born a prince.. Things seem so much easier..

We're up on the Summer Palace and we head to the Seawing Council meeting area.

"Anemone, today will be very unimportant. So, I brought you some of my scrolls to read during this meeting!"

I nod. "Yes mother."

And they were just the scrolls I expected. The Missing Princess, Waves Come Crashing, and Can The Moons Turn The Tide?

I pick up The Missing Princess. Of all these, this is my favorite. Areal story about my kidnapped older sister. She could still be alive. Out there. She could be queen... SHE COULD MARRY WHIRLPOOL!

Just the idea of me not having to makes me love it even more. I don't want to marry Whirlpool. I don't want to marry ANYONE!

But mother won't listen.

I settle down next to her and open the scroll up.

Every time I read this I think what could my sister be like?

Is she brave and independent? Is she shy and patient? Or is she like me..? Lonely and isolated..?

Would she have friends? Or is she a loner? Where is she now? Who is she now?

Mother told me she was probably stolen for the Dragonet Prophecy. If she were, that means she probably does have friends..

Lucky.. I think sadly.

The meeting drags on, as usual, even for normal, boring reports.

Then, I have my class with Whirlpool.

"Ready, your majesty?" he asks, giving me a smile more oily than a squid's.

I nod uncomfortably and we head off to train for my magic.

My stupid... magic.

I've noticed I've become more bitter and impatient lately. Is it because of these practice spells? Does that mean Whirlpool's getting just what he wants? His evil... queen?

I gag a little. The way I thought that. His evil queen. I hate him. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! I hate the way he makes me fear myself! I hate the way he has so many things planned out for both of us!

I DON'T WANT THERE TO BE 'THE BOTH OF US'!

The shell Whirlpool told me to stab the training dummy with jumped out of my talons and brutally stabbed it.

He gave me a surprised, but pleased look.

Little does he know that I wish.. That that were him.

"Excellent!" mother exclaims, tugging me to her and wrapping me in a tight hug. "You're getting so good!"

"Thanks.. mother.." I say awkwardly.

"Wait until Queen Blister sees your progress! She'll be most impressed!"

Blister..

I don't like her. She sees me just like how Whirlpool sees me. A weapon to get what she wants.. A crown to royalty.

Whirlpool comes over, smiling his ugly, smug grin.

"Yes, I am most impressed Anemone. Well done." He pats me on the head, but I quickly dart away.

Mother gives me a confused look. "You all right dear?"

"Yes, um.. Just.. quite tired mother. Mind if I take my leave.. early? For a nap?"

"Or dear, don't you remember what I always tell you?" mother asks, laughing.

"Yes.. Queens don't have time for naps.."

"That's right! So if you wanted to take a nap, I'd have to come with you because of the harness, but I'm busy, busy, busy!"

Than take off the harness. I think bitterly.

"Now come on dear! Let's go check on my hatchery!"

I nod.

We head back to the deep palace.

We pass my brothers.

2 dart past me.

'Watch it!' mother flashes at them.

'Sorry mother!' one says apologetically. He has dark, emerald green scales.

'Whatever.. um..'

'Turtle..' he answers, his ears sadly flattening against his head.

'Right.'

I watch as Turtle and my other brother race off. While I must be lonely with just mother, would they be lonely never.. having mother?

Well, I guess it just runs in the family. The SeaWing Royal Children And Their Normal Lives of Isolation. But for me, their lives don't matter. I don't know them. Because for me.. It's 'Anemone and the Normal Life of Isolation'...

#Anemone WoF #Coral WoF #Whirlpool WoF #Turtle WoF #Wings of Fire #WoF #fanfic

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