#Precious angel children who can do no wrong

[punkpandapatrixk]

🥧The Love You Spiritually Deserve ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

‘Why do nice people choose the wrong people to date?’

‘Well…

We accept the love we think we deserve.’

‘Can we make them know that they deserve more?’

‘We can try.’

– Charlie asking his teacher in The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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Pile 1 – A Love that Helps You Remember How Precious of a Darling You Are

VIBE: Promise by Jimin

to be in Love with the right person – 2 of Wands

The moment your sweet, sweet Heart recognises the person who’s right for you, baby, it’s all calm sunshine in your world🌤This person has a most peculiar ability to bring back nostalgic senses and memories of what you used to enjoy as a child. These are your Heart’s most honest desires that you might’ve suppressed or avoided to some extent, in exchange for being practical. You live in a world that’s given you reasons to abandon your own dreams in order to become practical and a responsible member of society. In many ways, I see you’ve tried to fit in and follow the expectations of a normal society.

But when you come in touch with the essence of this person who’s just right for you, everything changes. Suddenly, the scales blinding your eyes fall off and now you see the real colours of the world—your world. Literally this person brought your world back from the dead. Something about them rejuvenates your faith in the world you’re innately able to create for yourself. And just like that, you gradually move towards changing small aspects of your everyday Life to manifest a world of your dreams~🌷

You may return to old hobbies—perhaps resume your old piano lessons; you open up your dusty rice cooker recipe books (LOL) and start cooking again; you start singing again or you may finally join that ballet class you’ve always wanted to do when you were a child, irrespective of your age now. This person who’s just the right person for you is truly an angelic Human whose essence brings back peace of mind, Love (first and foremost for yourself), serenity, clarity, and most importantly, a hunger for Life and its endless possibilities🎋

the spiritual Home in your heart – 4 of Cups

I sense that your Soul is incredibly sensitive. You’ve probably come from other realms where the inhabitants are peaceful, and I feel strongly that you’ve often been gardeners and carers of animals in those other lives heheh You’re so spiritually in tune with the moods and sorrows of not only the people around you but also the world in general. You’re the type of person who sees a world that needs healing. You see a world needing more kindness, alas, your Kindness was taken advantage of and spat on. Then you decided to hide away and avoid people as much as possible.

Do you feel like you enjoy the company of animals, plants, and rocks more than Humans? Yeah, you can sense the spirit of non-Human creatures and you find non-Humans to be the gentlest, most understanding creatures. I think you should like to watch Studio Ghibli’s My Neighbour Totoro🐼I personally think you’re the type that would find comfort in a lot of Miyazaki Hayao’s movies because they depict the innocence of children and how they see the world with an eye for adventure. As flawed as they can be, characters in Miyazaki’s movies are understandably human and you desperately want to believe in a world that’s more forgiving like that.

Due to the nature of your emotions, you’ve often had these ebbs and flows of faith in your ability to manifest a world of kindness and gentleness that you’ve always envisioned for yourself. It’s like a painful tug o’ war between your faith in yourself and the world’s pressure for you to conform. But trust me, anybody who makes you question your values, dreams, visions, missions, and goals, are not your people. The right person(s) for you is someone whose heart is so kind and wide that in their embrace you are reminded of everything good that you deserve to see manifest in your own Universe.

up your Self-Love game! – 9 of Pentacles Rx

Ooh, I know you can’t stop admiring this person’s remarkably gorgeous smile~ But do you have any semblance of an idea why your Soul finds them so irresistibly attractive? Your person who lights up your dark horizon is a freaking multitalented King or Queen whose thirst for Life inspires a hidden courage buried deep within your psyche. When you look at them or hear their stories, you can’t help but notice that this is also a flawed human who’s beautifully aware of their own failings and shortcomings, but they work really hard at becoming a nobler version of themselves. A more astonishing expression of what’s truly good about them as a human being, in spite of everything.

Whereas you’ve tried to build an independent Life away from most Humans, this person helps you see that there is still good in trying to believe in Humanity. That there is still hope because after all the world is so big and there are many people in it. I have a feeling your person is able to hold such a positive outlook because they’ve been blessed enough with good company, maybe good family, too. So they naturally have this ability to balance the way they perceive bad people in the world.

I think their people are going to be your people as well. Their friends and family are going to admire you so much and be grateful that you’ve appeared in the Life of your person and even theirs. They are glad you’ve found each other, like they really think you’re good for each other as you’re able to hold Light for each other. You literally heal each other. Your person’s people, too, are going to see you for all the good that you are. A union with this person and their friends and family is going to remind you what a precious and talented darling you really are🧸

COMING HOME TO YOURSELF🔻🧡

remembering your innate goodness – Red Magus (Edward Kelly)

loving yourself as an act of rebellion – Priestess of Prosperity

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Pile 2 – A Love that Honours Your Innocent Rose-Tinted Glasses

VIBE: OMG by NewJeans

to be in Love with the right person – Knight of Cups

When your gentle Heart rests in the embrace of the person who’s right for you, you will know, this is a Soulmate. There’s no other explanation. You feel a strong sense of nostalgia, as if having known this person in another dimension. And when you recognise each other, it feels like, ‘Oh hey! I know you! Hmm…’ and your conversation flows so naturally as if catching up with an old, old soul friend~

Being with this person, you want to cuddle all the time. But not the oddly lustful or desperately clingy type. No, no, baby, this is pure, innocent, childlike Love. When your heart is attracted to the person whose Soul resembles your own, it’s pure bliss, comfort, safety. I think you’ll want to have a home with this person. You’ll want to build a home with them that reminds you both of the Home World your Souls came from. It’ll be a lot of fun! Because the person who’s just right for you also has the same fairy-like mind, sense and perception as you.

And holy cow you know what that means—this is someone who’s just as sensitive and considerate as you. They will really honour your rose-tinted glasses and not make you feel infantilised for the innocence you’ve worked hard to maintain. This is someone sweet, gentle, soft-spoken, incredibly polite accompanied by an out-of-place sense of humour, and a little awkward from time to time… depending on situation, I guess🦄

To be in love with the right person… you finally feel truly, genuinely seen for the first time. It feels cosy to not have to explain yourself exhaustively with words that often fail your true meaning🦦

the spiritual Home in your heart – Page of Wands Rx

Unlike most people, you’re not super ambitious or even industrious about most things. Others may perceive you as ‘lazy’ but the truth is you’re an Old Soul that remembers a time when human beings were able to live at a more comfortable pace. You can’t really bring yourself to fit in this new pace—the modern pace—because you think it’s silly that people rush to their graveyards without even stopping to smell the roses. And you want to smell those roses, all the time, you want to always be aware of all the roses and jasmines and lilies.

You can’t think of another way of living your Life. You’re quite stubborn about it because you believe in your own mindset. You’re actually a lot stronger than you may think. If there’s one thing you’re ambitious about, it is to maintain a world of your own aesthetic. I think you’re someone who’s deep down super aware of your birth right to live in a world of beauty. Sometimes you get confused about this whole endeavour because you feel like an alien in this strange world. But one way or another, you hold on to your own values and I think that’s super admirable.

Some of you who are younger may struggle a little bit with boundaries because you’re too kind. You’re really soft, gentle, compassionate and have an ability to welcome anybody who’s tired and weary. But often, people who are hurting and confused about their own place in the world could turn super spiteful towards those who are working on their own dream lives that do not agree with the convention. You really need to be careful with those whose envy has the potential to seep into your morphogenetic field and ruin your manifestations!

You can be super kind and still say no to those whose presence could jeopardise your peace of mind, OK? Also, I think you’ll really find respite in this beautiful playlist on YT, ‘Nakamura Yuriko Songs I Love’, when you feel a bit weary of people~

up your Self-Love game! – 6 of Cups Rx

So first of all, your generosity has a tendency of making you reminisce about the past. You sometimes miss the people who used to be there for you. This could be friends or family members. For some of you, this could even be a past significant other. You have a habit of romanticising pleasant memories you had with people whom you used to care about. This could lead you to a dangerous path of self-sabotage. You may want to sometimes text or call people who genuinely aren’t even deserving of your kindness, gentleness, or care.

To protect yourself, have the courage to completely and utterly burn the bridges to those you know are only acting as parasites in your Life. The way I see it, there really aren’t that many people who can fully understand and accept you the way your Soul Family does. So wait for them and make space for only them. And so, to make space for them, you need to vacant those who don’t belong! Blood is thicker than water? Bullshit. Soul is stronger than blood!

My advice to you is to get a pet instead so you have a company upon whom you can pour your nurture. I know you are somebody who likes to nurture and care for another being. So, this is the best course of action if you haven’t met anybody from your Soul Group🥰If not a pet, a plant works, too. Depends on what you like, really. All in all, know that you are deserving of good company that truly honours your kindness and wouldn’t take advantage of that softness.

COMING HOME TO YOURSELF🔻💗

remembering your innate goodness – Silver Astronomer (Galileo Galilei)

loving yourself as an act of rebellion – Priestess of Innocence

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Pile 3 – A Love that’s Grateful for the Fact You Were Born At All

VIBE: Kazamidori (Weather Vane) by Sakamoto Maaya

to be in Love with the right person – XI Justice Rx

Okay, you’re totally an Old Soul with an important mission, babe. I’m pretty sure you already know this. If you aren’t that aware of it yet, I’m still sure you’ve always had this feeling like you were born for a greater purpose. Like, no matter what, you just know somebody sent you here to do something amazing… but what exactly? Dunno. You’re just haunted by this feeling of having your time on Earth… timed. ‘I’ve got to hurry!’ So you scurry.

I think you’ve felt incredibly lonely for the most part of your Life on Earth. You’re an alien—actually, you’re an astronaut. Deep inside your psyche, you’ve always had this debilitating realisation of having been torn apart from your real Family. You know that your family on Earth is not your real Family. You don’t even look like them, you feel. All your wants and even value system as a person, not a single thing matches theirs. You’ve always dreamt of travelling the world over to search for your people. Doesn’t matter where; they must be somewhere. Just not anywhere near here.

Of all the piles, yours talks the most about having gone through a massive spiritual purging. At some point in Life you have or will experience this. Like a phoenix dying to itself and be reborn out of its own ashes transforming into something greater than all it’s ever been in the past. When you finally accept your magic—that you’re magic—you realise that you’ve always needed to be your own first love. The day you have/had this epiphany and come to love yourself absolutely fully is/was the day you realise that everything in the world will always be alright so long as you believe in yourself🐾

the spiritual Home in your heart – King of Cups Rx

I think you’re someone who easily falls in love with attractive people, passionate people, kindhearted people, dazzling people, generous people, talented people, and all that stuff. But… that’s all really child’s play. Puppy love, if you wanna be cute. Summer crushes, if you’re casual as fuck. But the truth is, deep, deep, deep, fucking deep somewhere in the most secret corner of your Heart, there is an essence of someone whom you’re meant to reunite with in this incarnation. Damn, you made a promise, OK? That you wouldn’t ever be, EVER, serious with anybody who’s not this person💍

Dang, the day you were born into this world, you were already married🤪You had been proposed to in the spirit realm🎎It simply wouldn’t work if it’s not your person😗And for that, I hope you honour this Love that you’re carrying in your Heart and work on your spiritual development or something, until Destiny (that tricky bitch) unites you both in the physical realm. Babe! It’s worth the wait! This is the ONLY Human on Earth who knows how to embrace all of you with all of the Love you’re so spiritually deserving🥺

A small percentage of you choosing this pile, I feel quite strongly, could decide to become a monk, nun, or any other type of a celibate person who has no business being in a romantic relationship or a sexual union with another living being. This deep Love that you carry around in your Heart is all that fuels you until the day you depart from this world. You’re deeply aware of how short a Human’s existence is and you’re looking forward ever so to the day you breathe your last breath and return to your One & Only who’s always been watching over you from the Higher Realms🎐

up your Self-Love game! – 7 of Wands Rx

With all of the above said, whichever group you resonate with, all of you choosing this pile are, again, haunted by the same feeling of needing to save the world. In a manner of speaking, because you’re an astronaut, it’s true you came here for an important Soul Mission, and for that you could ruminate too much about ways you can develop yourself to ready yourself for the world stage when the time is right. But that’s actually counterintuitive and could make your whole Earth experience miserable.

I know you find it immensely difficult to be Human… even just operating with a Human flesh bag is painful enough. Some of you may even have a chronic illness that’s constantly giving you bodily aches or that you find controlling your movements quite challenging. Perhaps issues with developmental disabilities, reduced/low dexterity, immune system diseases, dyslexia, ADHD, autism (varying spectrum), gender dysphoria, and all sorts of compatibility issues that could make Life on Earth quite unbearable to some.

Compatibility issues here means that your Soul can’t quite adapt to your Earthly body because you’re too advanced or that your Soul originates from a much purer state of being that the tragic density of this dirty Human World causes immense pressure on your whole mental and physical being. And for that, you could struggle a lot with constantly wanting to leave soon. As a way to numb yourself, you could fall into a tendency of wanting to always, constantly, tirelessly, unceasingly working on something, on yourself, as if scurrying for ways to die sooner.

But… babe… you have a place in this world. Slow down a little, allow yourself to breathe, and let the Spirit of the Planet speak its thanks and admiration for all you’ve done for Her.

COMING HOME TO YOURSELF🔻💚

remembering your innate goodness – Gold Physician (Hippocrates)

loving yourself as an act of rebellion – Priestess of Clarity

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[saltywinteradult]

The whole Rhaenyra = perfect mother with perfect boys vs. Alicent = terrible mother with terrible boys is such a boring cliche.

There’s no nuance, the writers want to shove it down our throats that only Rhaenyra is the perfect mother, Jace is her perfect heir, Luke is her precious baby who can do no wrong *gag*

Say what you want about Alicent’s kids but at least they have personalities! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I agree. Though in my opinion there's a tiny, tiny grain of truth in that dichotomy (though that doesn't excuse the lack of nuance in the writing). It makes a certain amount of sense to me that Rhaenyra, who had children as an adult and by choice with a man she loved and a supportive husband by her side, would be a better parent than child bride Alicent, who does her best by her children with absolutely no support. Does she succeed completely in raising her children to be good people? No, but how the hell was she supposed to? Abusive, neglectful Viserys is every bit as much if not more to blame for Aegon turning out terrible (if a very entertaining kind of terrible). And say what you will about Aegon or Aemond, they both clearly love Alicent, and Helaena is an angel. (Now can we please get to see Daeron already?!) Rhaenyra though... She loves her kids, I'll give her that, but Jace and Luke grew up to be pretty terrible (and not the entertaining kind of terrible) despite that. So Rhaenyra clearly isn't that much better at parenting than Alicent, despite having far, far more support and ability to be better. And to be clear, I don't think any of this is bad! Like you said, one-dimensionality is boring. Let Rhaenyra be a bad parent for raising her kids on the entitled Targ exceptionalism mindset. Let Alicent be a good parent for fighting tooth and nail to keep her kids safe because no one else will. I want nuance.

And yes, there's a reason I have nothing to say about Jace except that he participates in bullying Aemond. Literally what else is there so say about him?

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[jesterwriting]

JESTERRRR okay first. HI I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GOOD DAY!! I'm absolutely taken by the magnificence that is the damn timeloop trope and that HIT HOMEEE and your other works as just as wonderful omg!! goodness i love how you write 😭 i really wish to know more of your ideas soo PLEASE IF YOU HAVE MORE SHARE that's my request for you!! whichever character it is!! (ofc do it at your own pace if u decide to take it :) ) i have some too and omg i feel like spewing them all out is it okay if i do 😭😭

what if you were an angel drabbles

pairing: shanks x reader & law x reader (separate)

contents: can be read as platonic, angel!reader, slight body horror especially in law’s, your body is Wrong, if you squint you’ll see nonhuman character as a metaphor for autism in here, angel lore that i made up on a whim don’t think too hard about it

word count: 1.8k words

note: first off feel absolutely free to come into my inbox and spew ideas!!! i'd love to hear it and you're always welcome <33 secondly, i would literally never post something like this normally, but because you asked for more of my ideas, here it is! something squished out from the creative recesses of my mind.

playlist: man on the moon - zella day

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. That was your motto. Even in your younger years, questions poured from your tongue like honey, coloring your world in rich, vibrant hues rather than suffocating shades of gray. You could speak for hours, annoying your instructors at the academy with your incessant questions.

It would be better if you learned to hold your tongue, they'd say.

How would I sate your hunger if I were silent, you would shoot back.

It would be easier if you could join the humans; ask them your questions face to face. Why couldn’t you walk among them? Such things were not forbidden, though they were rather frowned upon. As an angel, you were meant to observe, not intervene. If anyone were to be sent to the surface of a world, it would certainly not be an angel who couldn’t keep their mouth shut. Since time immemorial, your kind had lived in secret, housed in the spaces between stardust.

You would not be the one to ruin that.

That was what you promised yourself as you packed your bags and snuck out into the night. You could do both, get your answers and keep your secrets. For once, you wanted to live. Smile like a human, laugh like a human, love like a human. All of it was at your fingertips, the only thing you had to do was reach out and grab it. So, you did. You sent yourself spiraling to the surface of a beautiful blue pearl, a planet that was more water than land. This was where you would make your home.

For the first time in your centuries of life, you felt happy. The people of the island you found welcomed you with open arms, embracing your oddities instead of pretending they would go away. You were eccentric, both wise beyond your years and hopelessly naive. Fruits that were common were treated like precious jewels in your hands, work that no one wanted to do, you met with enthusiasm despite your clumsy hands. You told the children stories of faraway worlds, who would then parrot your truths to their parents. It was no secret that there was something off about you, but you were loved, and most importantly, you were free.

Though you were happy, your curiosity could not be sated. You wanted more. To see the world and all it had to offer. When a pirate ship appeared on the horizon, you asked the captain if you could join them on their adventures.

The villagers were sure to give you glowing reviews, you said with a broad grin.

Thus began your life at sea. In closer quarters, it was harder to keep your secrets. Your wings itched beneath your skin, feathers tickling your spine, begging to be set free. When asked of your hometown, you could only dodge the question with a laugh for so long. It wasn’t as if you could tell them the truth: that you fell from the stars like a meteor, never to return home again. You had created a niche in the crew, you would hate to be run off so soon.

Now, you were certain that this was the end of all you had built.

It had been a mistake. A simple one. An avoidable one. You were alone with him when his foot slipped, and you were alone when you dove after him, white wings unfurling to catch him. You were stronger than the average human, easily carrying his weight as you glided to the bottom of the ravine.

This was never meant to happen. Not in a million years, ever. There were rules in place to keep such situations under control, and you, somehow, managed to break every single one within seconds. Your wings ached from being confined within your vessel for so long, and though you longed to stretch them, you were well aware of the pair of eyes that studied your inhuman form.

“What are you?” His voice was soft, barely audible on the wind.

With a slick noise, your wings slotted themself back against your spine, gone as if they were never there in the first place. It felt better to have them back under your skin. Safer, especially under his scrutiny. With a deep breath, tongue gliding over your sharp incisors for comfort, you wondered if there was any way to salvage this.

Red Haired Shanks

Before you could start explaining yourself, Shanks cut you off, his expression morphing into a broad grin. “You can fly? You can fly and you never told me? I should be mad about that, you know.”

“Sorry.” You weren’t sure what else to say. Whatever you expected from your captain, it wasn’t this. Betrayal, maybe, but not excitement. Your stomach churned at the thought of what they were saying about you back home. It was no secret that they were watching you, you were not the first angel to fall from grace, nor would you be the last. Your fingers found the hem of your shirt and began to fidget. “No one was supposed to know.”

Shanks took a step closer to you, breathing heavily. Adrenaline, perhaps. He did just glide thirty meters off the edge of a cliff within the arms of a previously wingless crewmate. Besides, you couldn’t fault him too much, your heart was thundering inside your chest too, both from fear and exhilaration. You had forgotten how wonderful it felt to fly. A part of you couldn’t wait until you could do it again.

“Don’t be,” He said. The wind had swept his hair from his forehead, causing it to stick up at odd angles. You fought the urge to flatten it back against his head. “You saved me from losing a leg, at least.”

You cocked your head to the side, large eyes blinking owlishly at him. “You’re not mad. You should be mad. I’m a liar, and I can never tell you the truth.”

Shanks laughed. You liked his laugh. “Who cares about that? You save me and then expect me to be mad. You really are odd.” Craning his head to look above you, he put his hand on his hip when he caught sight of the edge he stumbled off. “Do you think you can get us back up there?”

If you were odd, Shanks was odder. That was his only question. You grew wings out of nowhere, and all he wanted to know was if you could fly him back up to the top of the ravine. Was it really that simple? You shivered, remembering the first words that left his mouth.

“What are you?”

You didn’t get to answer him. Maybe you never would. With your captain held in your arms, his head against your chest as he whooped against the wind, you wondered if the price of getting to keep your secrets would be simple. You had a feeling that this was not the first flight that Shanks would ask to be taken on, and certainly not his last.

Trafalgar Law

Law stared you down, lips pressed into a thin line.

Your wings fluttered against your spine, wanting to fly you away from this conversation to somewhere you would never be seen again. You were fast, easily able to outrun the Polar Tang even without your headstart. Still, if you left Law at the bottom of a ravine, you would never forgive yourself.

“Um,” You started.

Law crossed his arms. “And don’t you try and tell me you’re human. I’ve known for a long time you’re not.” He glanced down at your hands, palm too wide, fingers too long. “Your bones are in the wrong place.”

It was no secret that you were built… different, with limbs that were too long, disproportionate to the rest of your body, and eyes that reflected light, glowing when the sun dipped under the horizon and stars blanketed the velvet sky. If you weren’t careful, both your elbows and knees bent backwards. It had scared Shachi and Penguin more than once, their screams that you were broken echoing through the Polar Tang. You hadn’t meant to build your body so strangely. In your defense, you had never met a human before until a few months ago.

“My bones are all wrong? But I worked so hard on this body.”

To his credit, Law’s confusion at your strange statement was betrayed by a barely noticeable blink. “You need anatomy lessons if you think that’s passable enough to fool anyone.”

“You should be happy with what I look like. If I showed you my true form, your eyes would melt out of your skull,” You said.

Law scoffed. “I doubt that.”

You bit your tongue to keep from arguing. The only way your captain would believe you was if you tore free from your vessel and bestowed upon him your true holy splendor. Which you would rather not do. Not only did you not want to blind him, but the entire situation would be rather intimate. Angel’s did not show their true forms on a mere whim, and they definitely did not do so to win a petty argument.

“Alright.” The two of you stood in silence. Law was still while you kicked a rock with the toe of your boot. “If you must know, I am an angel.”

You could practically hear them booing back home.

Law was quick with his response, “Angels don’t exist. If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.”

“Sorry.”

Sighing, Law approached and gave you a stern look out of the corner of his eye. He stood so close, you could feel his body heat. “If you don’t want to tell me the truth, then don’t. All I need to know is how to properly treat you when you get sick or injured.”

Despite his assurances, you could see the curiosity burning in his golden eyes, and you knew the conversation was far from over. With a shrug, you unfurled your wings, grabbing a hold of Law as you launched yourself to the top of the ravine with a single push. Surprise caused him to struggle in your arms, though you kept your grip on him firm.

You didn’t care how stubborn Law was, nor did you care about the inevitable onslaught of questions that awaited you back on the Polar Tang.

If there was one thing you respected, it was curiosity.

#one piece x reader #shanks x reader #shanks x you #shanks x yn #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar law x y/n #.jesterwrites #had a lot of fun with this one!!!

[theold-ultraviolence]

Hi hope ur doing well

I am in love with ur dad aemond posts and also loveeee the kids but wish there was more about thow they are with their mother. Like I get both the girls are daddy's girls, but like how are they with the reader?

You are SO right and I know that mostly the posts with the kids revolve around Aemond. I've been thinking about this all morning and gosh, it was hard to write these!! I feel like it's easier to imagine what Aemond would be like as a dad because we know the character, so I really had to put myself in the mother's place and think of the children. So here goes! x

Elaena

While the earliest memories of most royal children will be of handmaids tending to them, doing the feeding, cleaning and dressing, Elaena only remembers her mother.

You never passed those tasks off to another, you did it all yourself because you'd be dammed before letting someone else's hands touch your beloved children. Each of your children are precious, not to be handled by anyone but yourself or your husband. You never knew you could feel so fiercely protective over someone else, not even Aemond. The moment Elaena was placed in your arms after she was born, you understood the ease with which Aemond ordered Vaghar to obliterate those who wronged him.

Elaena also remembers feeling awed by her mother's elegance in contrast to her father's deathliness. She longed to embody both traits as she grew older. Be strong and fierce, but also elegant. A dangerous type of beauty.

She also marvels at how her muña always seems so poised and collected when standing by her kepa during family affairs. Looking all regal and stoic by his side. But within the comfort of their apartments, she becomes the softest, most loving woman. After a lengthy, boring affair, Elaena longs to return home to get under the covers with her muña and cuddle against her soft robes that smell like home.

As a kid, she delighted in playing dress-up with her mother; asking her to braid and curl her hair just like hers, to wear little samples of her perfumes, and to borrow her jewelry.

When she grows, many pieces of your collection of jewelry are passed down to her, and Elaena asks for duplicates to be made of your dresses, to fit her.

You're also the voice of reason when, as she grows, she starts butting heads with Aemond for wanting to seek out her independence. It is yours, whose advice she seeks first, before Aemond. And also you're the one who Elaena goes to vent out her feelings, ever since she was a little kid.

And she's not interested in being betrothed at all, but when someone from the court does strike her, and she's suddenly lost as to how to feel, in comes muña to detangle Elaena's complicated feelings.

Aeron

Aeron, like his father before him, is wholly devoted to his mother.

I think this is mainly because one of his first memories is of Aemond protecting you, and also being extremely caring and loving when on the outside, his father always seemed stoic and cold to everyone else.

That image stuck with him, so in his eyes, his mother is like an angel. And it must be true because every time he's hurt, it's the hold of his mother's arms that can comfort him.

He's also very fond of the fact that her mother has never shied away from playing with him; running around and dirtying her dresses in mud if the game called for it. Which makes his mom just so freaking amazing in his eyes.

Aeron often feels like he's been born into the highest expectations, being Aemond's son. It's something that worries him constantly, he fears he may never be as great as his father. His mother is the one to reassure him, to ease his heart telling him that he has all the support that he needs in order to grow into the fine dragon rider and swordsman that he wishes to be.

You tell him that Aemond really only had the support of his mother, so he's the luckiest boy in all of the Seven Kingdoms because he was blessed with a mother and father that love him with all their hearts and will guide, teach and accompany him through everything he has to go through in order to thrive. As long as they live, he will never be alone.

The first time that Aeron is brought down to the training grounds with Aemond, muña is there, standing by for support, and enveloping him in a big hug after each session.

It's his mother who encourages his pleasure in reading, and who makes suggestions on what to read next depending on the works he enjoys best.

After long days of rigorous training with his father, he longs for nothing more than to sit down calmly and talk with his mother over a nice cup of tea.

Vaella

Vaella is the one to resemble her mother the most, physically and otherwise. She's constantly told this by Aemond, but her being the most insecure of the bunch, doesn't see it.

So often Vaella will find herself gazing at her mother, trying to find all of the similarities between them. The more traits in common she finds, the more her confidence grows.

Because in her eyes, her mother is the most beautiful, strong woman in the realm, so she finds it endlessly honoring but also precious that they share blood.

She prides herself in knowing that her calm demeanor and creativity come from her.

Her passions for drawing and writing poetry are taught by her, and Vaella loves it when her mother is constantly teaching her ways in which she can perfect her craft.

Her compositions in her drawings and paintings, and her knack to build prose, rhyme, and narrative, are all from her muña.

Vaella feels things very deeply, so she often finds it hard to express her feelings or put a name to the complex mesh of things that she feels. While Aemond listens to her and comforts her, there are just some times when he doesn't grasp what Vaella means to its deeper extent. Her mother always does, without fail. Aemond's solutions to problems are always straight-to-the-point and simple, but that just ends up leaving Vaella more perplexed.

But you? you help Vaella consider every outcome, try to untangle every layer of whatever it is that worries her, and help her see things from multiple perspectives to come to a conclusion.

Aemond also tries to push her beyond her comfort zone for her own good, but you're always there to soothe her when trying new experiences becomes too daunting and overwhelming for her.

She's also the one who, as a baby/toddler, cried the most.

Aemond will always be there to wipe away her tears and offer to murder whoever (and whatever) caused her pain.

But to Vaella, there's something about her mother's warmth when she's crying, that she cannot find elsewhere, not even with Aemond.

And also, I think she's such a daddy's girl greatly due to being the one, out of the siblings, to really watch you and Aemond when you're together. She's very impressed and touched by the depth of your love and devotion for him, and wishes that when the time comes for her, and she's betrothed, she'll find someone to love as much as you love Aemond. You look at Aemond as if he's the light of your life, so it's natural that Vaella sees her dad in the same light.

She's happy knowing that she was born out of love and that your marriage wasn't a mere arrangement between houses.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #dad!aemond #mom!reader #reader insert #fanfiction #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen headcanons #headcanons #my writing #my oc: elaena targaryen #my oc: aeron targaryen #my oc: vaella targaryen #aemond's children #hotd #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell

[cutiecorner]

♡ Little Gotham: The Penguin and Mr. Freeze ♡

Trying out a new style of post to give the run down on how characters are in the dadfred & babybat universe (aka little gotham)! which has basically turned into an agere au lol.

The defacto caregivers of arkham

They kinda naturally took on uncle figure roles as the oldest of the bunch (freeze being ~50 and Penguin being ~60)

They both care deeply for the regressors/flips (riddler, ivy, harley, scarecrow, twoface, perhaps joker) in their own ways

Penguin is a much more permissible carer than freeze - he has no backbone when it comes to little ones. Staying up all night? Seems like a proper soiree! Sundaes for dinner? He does love cold treats! Wearing his suits? How positively en vogue!

Freeze is more of the rules guy. He's very logical and wants everyone to make wise decisions. The kids take great joy in melting his heart and making him read stories and such

They both love to tell stories. Penguin likes to recount operas he's seen (complete with singing) and Freeze knows the Nutcracker and a lot of Grimms fairy tales by heart

Penguin is good at winding the kids up. He knows how to get them excited and playing

Freeze knows how to wind the little ones down, he's the best at getting them to nap or relax

Penguin takes care of pigeons in his cell, and let's the regressors name them

Freeze sculpts things, he'll make trinkets for everyone to play with

When not in arkham, penguin loves to give lavish gifts to his little friends. He keeps track of things they want and surprises them with it when they're out of arkham

When freeze is released he comes back frequently to visit and also writes letters to everyone

Penguin loves to dress the kids up and bring them to parties. He will not hear a WORD admonishing them, they are precious little cherubs who can do no wrong, he's sure that table was begging to be set on fire

Freeze will meet up with folks individually and check on how they're doing

The Penguin is most fond of the riddler, Freeze is most fond of two face

Penguin and freeze call the regressors "the children" (even when not regressed)

Individually, penguin uses the nicknames prince(ss), darling, angel, fledgling, and chickadee

Freeze uses the nicknames, my dear, little one and snowflake

#agere #fandom agere #agere fandom #dc agere #batman agere #little gotham #agere headcanons

[thesunfyre4446]

If I had a dollar for every post I’ve seen claiming Alicent will abandon her family for Rhaenyra I could pay off my mortgage lol

It’s just hilarious to me that they will insist Rhaenicent is “feminist” that word really needs to be stopped thrown around simply because Rhaenyra’s got a vagina.

They’re other go to tactic is to insist all the men in HotD (on both sides) are evil incarnate whilst all HotD women are innocents who can do no wrong. Therefore Alicent is in the wrong for supporting devil man Aegon II instead of girl-boss Kween Rhae Rhae. She needs to be “redeemed” by abandoning the evil men for Barbieland Dragonstone.

Well they say “all male characters are bad!!!” but Rhaenyra’s precious Strong boys are conveniently missed out 🤷🏽‍♀️

hotd is determent to keep pushing the narrative that alicent and rhaenyra never wanted this war. they're not allowed to be angry, resentful, ambitious, cunning. book!alicent's the leader of the green faction & the green council VS show alicent had no idea this was happening apparently? book!rhaenyra was screaming during childbirth that she'll murder all the greens VS show rhaenyra who of course never wanted war :( it's all daemon :(

this is what i like to call feminism written by men. still very much enforcing the monster VS angel stereotype where woman are either victims or monsters. and sure, alicent and rhaenyra ARE victims of the patriarchy. BUT they can also be cunning, power-hungry, ambitious, vengeful. but of course only men are allowed to be "cool evil", or "morally grey" and have bad ass moments.

that's why we have barbieland rhaenyra VS mojodojo mojo dojo casa house aegon. evil or morally grey men as opposed to the women. EVEN rhaenys is not allowed to feel resentful for her crown being stolen. NOOOO of course it's corlys who's ambitious.

so by that logic if alicent wants to be redeemed, of course she should abandon her children and family and join dragonstone-barbieland crew. i mean look at rhaenys, she's willing to put aside the fact that she believes rhaenyra killed her son for the "sisterhood".

honestly anon, it's the show's bad writing fault.

#bad writing #hotd #anti hotd #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower

[ryoryeonggu]

THE UMBRELLAS VS THE ORIGINALS

Seven siblings

Worst parent(s) in the world turning children into monsters

Abused, manipulated and traumatized childhood

Dysfunctional dynamic

A bunch of idiots with a worst/chaotic team up ever

Luther Hargreeves / Elijah Mikaelson

Leader of the family

The strongest one

Protective

Honorable aka "thAT'S mURDER" vs"neeeeeklaussss"

Polite and respectful to the elders

Tries to keep his siblings behave then finally gives up in the end

Only wants to protect his family and decides what's best for them but ends up making all bad decisions

Suits (Black suit / Monkey suit)

Diego Hargreeves / Finn Mikaelson

Hero complex

Mommy boy

Easily manipulated

Wants to save people but his strategies always involve violence and murders

Has no clue of wtf is going on

Made fun of him and called him a fool multiple time by his siblings

DILF

“Batman aim lower” vs “Sherlock Holmes after one too many tequilas”

In love with a crazy bad bitch who would fight anyone but them (Sage/Lila)

Allison Hargreeves / Freya Mikaelson

Big sister who takes no shit from anyone

A powerful bad bitch with "i don't give a sh*t" energy

Lost her child

Cares a lot about her siblings but also so done with their stupidity and endless bickerings

Done with everyone in general

Rolls eyes 90% her screen time and shut people's mouth with her power

Would do anything to get what she wants

Has soft spot for his little sister / smol little brother

Klaus Hargreeves / Kol Mikaelson

No one takes him seriously but ends up having all the answers, everyone pls listen to him

"nowhere to be found" but always shows up when needed

Wildest and wisest

Unique power amongst family (seeing ghosts / witch)

Alcoholic and high all the time

Tells the kidnapper "my family don't give a shit about me" while being tortured

A punching bag

Highest death and coming back from the death counts

Deep quotes / nonsense shit / inappropriate jokes

Sexually active

Lives for dramas and chaos

"Disgusting but consistent" aka a sexy trash

Fun uncle

Looks sociable but actually anti-people ("don't touch me" and you can't say Kol didn't accidentally start a cult too then ran away from his worshippers)

Five Hargreeves / Klaus Mikaelson

Psychotic murder

An aggressive sarcastic dramatic bitch

Master of planning

Disappointed at his incompetent siblings all the time

"is it too late to be unadopted" vs "this family makes me want to murder people" - but actually just wants to be with his family and wants them to stay together

"I'm better than all of you" aka "I'm the hybrid" "I'm the DADDY here"

"LISTEN TO ME YOU IDIOTS/USELESS PUKE BAG" and "if you don't do it I will kill you" aka yelling, insulting and threatening are his love languages

Throwing, kicking and screaming aka the stress relievers (note: the stress level is always high)

Teleports out of nowhere and hovers over people like creeps

Everyone want to kill him (including his own family and his brothers's lovers)

Grumpy boomer and anti-people

Anger issues, paranoia and potentially some personality disorders

A romantic when he's in love

Has soft spot for his little sister / smol little brother

Ben Hargreeves / Henrik Mikaelson

DEAD

Sweetest angel who never did anything wrong in his life

Adored by everyone in the family

The family fell apart after he died

Viktor Hargreeves / Rebekah Mikaelson

The baby of the family

Soft, sensitive and emotional

Looks like a cinnamon roll but actually can kill you

Adored by everyone in the family but also was abused, manipulated and lied to all his/her life

Abandonment issues

Stubborn and naive, but grew to be the mature one

Almost got his/her family killed twice but has precious bonds with all siblings

Desperate for love and finding identity

Kissed boy(s) and girl(s) (terrible taste in men)

Note: Finn and Kol could pretty much switch places to each other since they has a lot of similarities - anger issues, trauma from being locked/abandoned in coffins/ graves, being overlooked, underestimated and treated like a fool, dying and coming back to life repeatedly... Kol is also head over heels for a special power girl who had a vendetta against his brother and tried to kill their family. And he also did have a bit of hero complex, given the fact that he died twice for trying to save someone/the world. But I prefer that way because Kol is the one who matches the chaotic energy of Klaus xD

#the umbrella academy #the originals #luther hargreeves #elijah mikaelson #diego hargreeves #finn mikaelson #allison hargreeves #freya mikaelson #klaus hargreeves #kol mikaelson #five hargreeves #klaus mikaelson #ben hargreeves #henrik mikaelson #viktor hargreeves #rebekah mikaelson #tua #to

[always-andromeda]

Tabletop | Eli Sunday x fem!Reader

Eli Sunday x fem!Reader

Word Count | 1,295

Author's Notes | this is another one you can thank soph for. she has infected me with the Eli Sunday disease.

Warnings | smut (MDNI), unprotected sex, sprinkles of misogyny, slight overstimulation, nothing else I can think of!

He’s been seething with arousal the entire day. Eli Sunday woke up that morning, wanting his daily fix of you just to get him through the day. But you’d gotten up long before him and started on your chores; nowhere near the mood to start something at that moment.

Of course he was frustrated. Eli wished you had just woken him up the second your eyes popped open. Wished he’d gotten to spend that morning rolling around under the sheets with you before fulfilling his obligations to the church. Alas, your sense of responsibility was reminding him of what kind of man he should be: strong, respectful, and exercising self restraint.

So off he went to his church. He keeps his resolve steady while clasping the spindly hands of the old women who come to him for guidance, the men who are searching for respite from the bottle, and the children who desperately need to hear the Lord's word while they are blank canvases. He sweats under the summer sun and waits for it to fall beyond the horizon. Waits until he passes through the threshold of his humble home with you. Tries not to salivate at the sight of you, hunched over the stove, slaving away over dinner.

However, the mask is wearing thinner as he sits across from you at the dining table, watches you take bites of the dinner you made. With his own plate left untouched, he was a starved man. Left wallowing in his own ruthless imagination as he instilled morality in the minds of his herd, he felt no guilt. Just a hunger only you could fulfill.

You spoke then, “You gonna eat something, dear? Is there something wrong with dinner?” 

“Nothing’s wrong, my angel." He tilted his head, watched your lips parted in anticipation. "How about you take our plates away?” 

With what he wanted to do, he didn’t want the fine dishes to be destroyed in the crossfire. They were a wedding gift from your family and you adored them. It would break your little heart if they were to end up shattered by the end of the night. So like the good little wife you are, you gather the dishes and set them in the kitchen sink, getting ready to work at cleaning them until you hear him call you back to him.

“Come back here, darling.” You approach the cushioned dining chair he sits upon, unflinching in how he devours your figure with his eyes. As you come closer, he raises a hand. You stop, brow lowered in confusion.

He shakes his head side to side before tapping the surface of the beautifully varnished dinner table.

Eli says simply, “Get on it.”

You falter. Whisper a quiet, “What?” But it’s loud enough that Eli hears it; senses your bewilderment with what he’s asking of you.

“It’s quite simple, angel. I need you to get on the table.” You glance towards it nervously.

Eli encourages you again, “Come now. Don’t make me wait.” Already feeling a slight bit of humiliation flushing your cheeks, you climb up on the glossy, dark oak surface. 

He watches you follow his commands, his crooked smile growing with each of your uncertain moves, “On your knees…thaaat’s it.” Once you position yourself, legs folded under your behind and precious knees protected from the hard surface with the fabric of your dress, you look to him for approval. He only beckons you towards him once again.

Says, “Now come. Crawl.”

Still, you hesitate to be his good, obedient wife in this awkward position.

He pushes once more, that familiar warm lilt entering his tone, “I said now, my angel. Don’t worry, I won’t bite. Not unless you want me to.” The twinkle in his eye is what convinces you to make the arduous journey.

It couldn’t have been more than a few feet between you and where he sat, but it felt like forever. You could tell by now that he had something in store for you and if made you excited; left you growing greedy with your own want underneath your skirts. Had you breathing shallowly as your face came inches from his. Now you were close enough that Eli could brush your hair behind your ear.

Close enough that he didn’t even have to scoot forward in his chair to say, “Very good, darling. That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Before kissing you like an animal.

He drags you chin towards him and hungrily takes the lips of his beloved. Pulls away just long enough to command, “On your back now, dear.” With the all consuming throb in his trousers, he couldn't wait long enough to bring you back to the bedroom.

Besides, you already looked delectable, splayed out like a Christmas feast on the tabletop. A feast fit for one.

You do what you're told now, of course. You lay back and stare at the ceiling. When he pulls you towards him by your thighs, you yelp at how swiftly you slid across the lacquered table. In a measured manner, Eli unbuckles his trousers and pulls himself out. His cock is thick and colored with a pulsating pink, nearly the same shade as his burning cheeks.

His hands creep up your legs, hiking the long dress up until the fabric gathers just below your chest. And he makes quick work of your bloomers, throwing them off in some corner. But the most rousing sensation comes when he bends down to hover over you. Because now, you can feel his hard cock pressed right against your abdomen.

“Are you ready to be lavished? Because I’ve been dying to have you all day, dear.” He whispers before kissing you. Not even a second after you whimper a “yes” into the kiss and he's already thrusting into you. He takes what he needs right from the start as he pounds into you.

You jolt with a loud cry each time his skin slaps against yours roughly. His pace is crushing, forcing you to wrap your legs around him and grab onto his shirt collar. You pull him down closer so he can kiss you deeply and swallow all of the broken little sounds you utter. Eli puts his back into it, rutting against you until he thinks he might collapse.

But he’s so close. And judging by the way your nails start to dig into his back, you’re not too far behind him. He gives entirely into the creature inside of him as he spills his seed inside your clenching hole; lets your cunt soak up every drop of him. It’s almost comforting as he gives you a few more good thrusts with his spent cock.

Though his bones are weary and he yearns to lay his aching head upon your shoulder, he presses onwards, bringing you to your own end. Just like a good husband would.

You constrict around him in every way: hook your feet together, drag him closer so his chest presses into yours, make him drink up the high pitched whine that comes with your release. He drowns in you, your pleasure, and your cunt as the muscles spasm once more, making him groan and twitch from the sting of overstimulation.

Covered in a layer of sticky sweat, he peels himself from you and pulls out. His own legs wobble as he helps you sit up. The sight of your poor, hard working husband has you pulling him into your arms in a tender hug. He buries his head in your shoulder, closes his eyes, and sniffs deeply; inhaling your musk and the stench of sex still in the air.

“You did wonderfully, angel. So wonderful for me.” He praises as you run your fingers through his hair.

#danonation #paul dano #danocel #there will be blood #eli sunday #eli sunday x reader #eli sunday x you #eli sunday x y/n #eli sunday smut #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

[golden-songbird]

dealbreakers in sanders sides fanfiction for me (part one?)

(if i see these in a fan fiction im reading, i’ll probably stop reading or leave a bad review if that’s an option. also this is just my opinion please don’t be pressed, some of these im serious about hating but some are just things i find a bit boring or irritating.)

1. BABYTALK. i reblogged and added to a post about this on my main, but there are a lot of kid!sides fics out there with the most horrendous, disgustingly inaccurate, just cringey child characters on the planet. if i see another fic where virgil gets turned into a four year old and suddenly he’s all “oh no papa im scawed of da big mownstaw!” i will go crazy. not only is it wildly boring to read and makes me cringe, but it’s an amazing opportunity wasted! kids are hilarious and imaginative and they shouldn’t be reduced to whiny little things that just exist to be “cute pure smol beans 🥺” when KIDS ARE COOL and so fun to read about when they’re portrayed right. i’m writing a fic where logan is 7 years old, but he’s the SASSIEST LITTLE THING and he’s still a child with childish tendencies and interests, but he doesn’t have that inaccurately written speech impediment or the personality of a wet noodle. he’s funny and it’s obvious that he’s a kid without it being super cliche or on the nose. if you’re a person who struggles with writing children, or you’re reading this and you’re all like “oh shit i do that”, then my advice is to try interacting with children or observing them irl (without being creepy lol)! see their mannerisms and how they tell stories or interact with the world. the results might inspire you!

2. “i’m so small and weak and everything bad happens to me help me” x “i’m big and strong and perfect and i have no trauma and i’m always there to save the day” ship dynamic. NO. STOP THIS. i especially see this with prinxiety and it’s such a shame because first of all, a relationship like this is a hella toxic one, someone entirely relying on someone else for rescue or comfort while never providing the same in return? absolutely not. and second of all, it gets boring to read about when one character does nothing but give and the other does nothing but take. it makes things predictable and irritating to read. i don’t want to read virgil getting hurt over and over while roman saves him over and over. give me arguments and internal conflict, and maybe roman being saved for once? i just can’t with that dynamic, it sucks.

3. on the same vein as 2, when one character is the only one in the wrong, or there’s a character who’s never in the wrong. usually, the character who’s never in the wrong in fics are patton and virgil, which is not only just…something that rubs me the wrong way, but it’s also another opportunity missed. when you have a character who is at moral perfectionism all the time without a single mistake, or everything they do is perceived as “right” by other characters or even the writer when they actually are in the wrong fundamentally and it’s never addressed, it bothers me so much. let all your characters have the privilege of being in the wrong. it’s the best way for character development or change to occur. trust me on this one. let your precious innocent angels fall, because absolutely nobody is as innocent as they seem. this is one thing that always, without fail, makes me hate the fic. LET THE SIDES BE IN THE WRONG. PLEASEEEE.

4. this one is purely my opinion so i won’t expand upon it, but i hate seeing roman doing wildly out of character things just so he can be perceived as the villain. probably just because he’s my favorite but i digress! i love seeing roman make mistakes and pick himself back up again but when he’s just pure evil for the hell of it? nahhh not my thing, personally.

5. when characters are evil/bullies for no reason. this one isn’t always a deal breaker for me but it bothers me. i love a good villain character whose actions are completely understandable from their own pov, just wrong. it makes it so much more realistic and engaging. try giving your villain!sides a cool backstory, or a reason. it could lead to something neat.

6. poc sides but the author is white and does no research and the poc sides are the most heinously stereotypical people on the planet. as a filipino person, i know that the sanders sides fandom is like 99% wonderbread (white people), but it’s no excuse to create some of the things i’ve seen in these fanfics. here’s my advice: when making a side a poc, ask yourself why you chose that particular race? if your answers are something like “logan is asian because he’s smart!” or “roman is hispanic/latino because he’s romantic/because he’s stupid!” or “virgil is black because he’s tough and mean!” then…uh…that’s racist, my friend. ask yourself why you’re making one side this particular race versus another side. race and personality never go hand in hand for any reason. you can however say “roman is filipino because my friend is filipino and she reminds me of roman.” that’s okay, because you’re using someone as inspiration as a whole, not just their race. you can also say “i’m making virgil black because virgil is my favorite to write about and i want to research black culture and try my hand at writing a character who’s cultural experience is different from mine.” that’s also a slay. bottom line: do your research and don’t fall into racist cliches.

i’m definitely making a part two btw 😂 reblog with stuff you hate and i might add it if i agree!!

#sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #thomas sanders #sanders sides fandom #writing

[angelic-writer]

Whumpcember Day 14 - Cornered

Summary: Thatcher Sr. and Meredith Weaver get more than what they bargained for when they take things too far.

CW: Racism, Torture, Whumpers turned Whumpees, drowning, graphic gore, major character death

"What do you want from us?" Katrina growled.

The older man simply smirked. "You know exactly what we want."

"We actually don't know. Why don't you tell us, old man?" Mervin spat.

They weren't supposed to be seeing them. They were on their way home to see their kids when those pigs stopped them. They already know what they're doing, why the town became the way it is. Not even the angels were enough to "purify" them. They know it was just a government ploy to cover up their crimes.

"Well, we want you to do something." Meredith spoke.

"What? Does it include you getting rid of that raisin face of yours?" Kyofu quipped.

Meredith growled. "We want you to check on the angels. We have a feeling they're not doing what they're supposed to be doing."

"Why? They're just kids. Don't you think they're focusing on more important things like school?"

"That's besides the point. The point is crime rate is climbing again and we have reason to believe that the alternates are on the rise again. We just want to make sure they're kept in check."

"Why don't you guys do it yourselves? You're cops. You should be doing something for this town instead of staying in your penthouse." Mervin said.

"Well, unlike you, we are enjoying our retirement, but we need to make sure that the citizens are safe."

"More like use them as your pawns..." Katrina muttered under her breath."

Thatcher Sr. snapped his head at her. "What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Hmm. Anyway, are you in or not?"

"And what if we don't do what you say?" Mervin asked.

He smirked. "Well, let's just say that your kids are gonna be having a little visit. Y'know, a courteous check-in."

They all glared at them, their stares threatening to freeze Hell over. "Touch them and you will die." Dave growled.

"Nonsense, David! We won't do anything to them as long as you follow our instructions. You wouldn't want your precious children to end up like their parents, don't you?"

Dave wanted to lunge at them, but they were pointing their guns at them, their fingers on the trigger as if you say "One wrong move and we'll shoot you." He didn't care. He will gladly sacrifice his life for his kids.

"You don't seem to understand, sir. We treasure our kids more than our lives. You can do whatever you want with us, but no matter how much you pay us, no matter how much you threaten us, we won't let you harm a hair on them!" Kyofu said.

Thatcher Sr. only smirked. "We'll see about that."

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Jonah Marshall couldn't sleep that night. He kept thinking back to his mother. How she turned up dead one day while he and Adam were at his house. Mervin tried his best to take care of the two boys, but he would sometimes catch him late at night with a glass of bourbon in his hand. He missed her, he could tell.

The police never found out who killed Kimberly. That didn't make any sense to him. When the wife of a famous attorney gets murdered, it would've been the top priority. It would be in the history books for years to come.

There's something off with this. It's almost like...

His thoughts were interrupted by the window being smashed. Thinking quickly, he ran towards the noise at the speed of light, knocking over whoever just broke in. Upon seeing Thatcher Sr., he scoffed. Trying to ignore the tingling in his hands, he said "Oh look, it's you. Aren't you retired? Shouldn't you two have fucked off in a penthouse somewhere?"

Thatcher Sr. groaned as he sat up. "What were you thinking, slamming into an old man like that? You could've broken my neck!"

"Pfft. With the amount of money you have, you could pay for all those treatments."

"Is this how you speak to your elders, more importantly, a man of the law?"

"What man of the law? You don't even work at the station anymore! You could've fucked off to Hawaii for all I know. Are you and Cruella de Vil so bored that you have to bother people to stay relevant?"

"You better shut up right now."

"Sorry. I'm a little cranky right now considering that you broke into my house! I should call the police on you!"

He smirked. "Go ahead. They're gonna cart you off for assaulting an officer. Besides, who is gonna believe someone who isn't white?"

".......You did not just-"

"Yes. So I suggest you keep your mouth and do what I say." He pointed his gun at Jonah. "Now, what have you and your friends been doing?"

The silver haired boy clenched his teeth. "We've been trying to protect the city, sir."

"Oh really? By working with the alternates and making things worse? Why did you think this was a good idea?"

"I don't have to tell you anything."

He pressed the gun to his head. He was sweating bullets now. "I have a sworn oath to protect my people and I need cooperation in order to do that. Now, answer my questions or I'll blow your head off."

"Heh. You can't kill me. I run at the speed of light. I'll kick your ass before you can even pull the trigger." Though in reality, he couldn't do that. His hands were tingling, his lips were beginning to feel numb and his organs felt like they were burning.

"What's wrong, kid? Not feeling good?"

He simply growled.

"Well, why don't we wait for daddy to show up, huh?"

"Jonah?"

Jonah's eyes widened. The others. Why did they have to show up now?

"Jo, what's going o-" Adam was cut off by a scraggly man pointing a gun at him.

"Don't move. Don't you even think of calling for help."

Jonah tried to run, but when he tried to channel the lightning inside him, pain shot through his head, causing him to fall. He grabbed his head, groaning in pain. The older man turned and smirked. "Well, someone didn't take his medicine."

"Jonah!" Cathy screamed.

"You leave him alone right now!" Cyrus shouted.

"Well, isn't that just cute? You're all trying to protect your friend. Well, your little friend here wasn't doing what he was supposed to be doing. Ever since you joined that... terrorist group, this town has gotten much worse! It's become infested with sin! And instead of doing what's wrong, the angels joined the enemy's side."

"Are you sure about that? When the "terrorist" group is more rational then you, you need to look in the mirror and ask yourself "What am I doing with my life?"" Adam said.

Thatcher Sr. flinched and almost pulled the trigger, but thought better of it. "You've got a lot of nerve talking to a former officer like that. Just like your little friend."

"Well, my dad always taught me to always tell the truth."

The mention of Adam's dad caused the old man to press his lips together tightly. Jude... I should've gotten rid of him along with his wife.

"What? Got nothing to say to that?"

Nothing. Adam was about to speak again when he heard a gun click from behind. Turning around shows Meredith along with some other officers pointing their own weapon at him. "So, it looks like we got some company." She said.

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It didn't take long for them to arrive. They gathered them into a warehouse that previously housed Bill and Charlie Flammia. They sat them down in individual chairs and tied them up. For Adam, they used stronger bonds that made it harder for him to get out.

"Alright, let's make things simpler. You either do what we say or we punish you with the full extent of the law." Thatcher Sr. began, walking in a way a prison warden would walk.

Adam scoffed. "Do whatever you want. It's not gonna get you anywhere."

Thatcher Sr. clicked his tongue. "What happened to all of you? You were willing to do your sworn duty to protect this town. You were doing so well. But you joined the alternates and you fell off on your sworn duty. I'm sure Mayor Carlos would not like what you've been doing."

"Why would we care what that quack says? We already know what's going on. Public reputation doesn't matter to us. What matters is getting the truth out." Cyrus said.

"So you'd rather be a whisteblower than do your job?" He sighed. "I know alternate talk when I hear it." He nodded to Meredith.

The older woman began to set up the electroshock machine. "Let's see...." His eyes landed on Adam. "Let's start with you."

Before the blonde could even object, Meredith shoved the device on his head. He struggled against his binds, but the added tightness of the ropes caused it to dig into his wrists. She turned the dial to a low setting. Before he even got the chance to scream, she flipped the switch.

His body jolted as the electricity coursed through him. He spasmed in his chair, his eyes rolling back. Everyone in the room started to scream.

"ADAM!!!" Jonah joined in on the chorus, trying to get himself out, but his body felt like it was being run over by a train. C'mon, move!!! Why isn't it working?!

After a few agonizing minutes, Adam fell limp, though he was still breathing. The shock wasn't enough to kill him.

"Hmph. He didn't even last long." Thatcher Sr. said with a displeased tone. He looked to the others, still crying and screaming. "Aww, what's the matter? Crying for your mommies and daddies? Well, let me tell you something." He walked over to Cathy and smacked her across the face. "No one's gonna save you and your little brat friends!"

The atmosphere in the room changed. It was like someone put the AC on blast. A strange cold.

Jonah started to vibrate. The pain was becoming unbearable, but he didn't care. He was seeing red.

He hurt Cathy. He hurt Cathy. He hurt my sister.

Meredith slipped the device off Adam and placed it on Jonah's shaking head. Thatcher Sr. pulled out his taser and slowly inched it towards the red haired girl. Before it could touch her, a force knocked him back, making him drop his weapon.

Baffled, he looked up. The triplets had gotten out of their bonds, the rope marks clear evidence of their struggle. An aura was emanating from them. "You... You hurt her..." Fred growled.

"S-Stay away from me, you demons!!" Thatcher Sr. screamed.

"You hurt our sister.... You will burn!!"

The older man tried to grab his gun, but he was flung back. Something picked him up and threw him across the room. Meredith tried to shoot them, but something hard hit her in the face. Jonah had gotten out of his bonds, incapacitated Meredith and got the others out. The speed caused the wire to snap, rendering the machine useless. While he stopped to get his bearings, Thatcher Sr. tried to grab at his shoulders to drag him back to the chair, but he felt a shock, making him pull back.

"Ow!! W-What-"

"Freeze!!"

Now what?!

Looking to the entrance, he saw Thatcher, Ruth and the rest of the task force gathered at the front entrance, their guns locked on them. The children had been relocated to where the parents were, although Jonah had already collapsed. Jude and Mervin ran to Adam and Jonah, picking them up their arms. Shaking them didn't yield any results. One of the officers requested an ambulance to get there as fast as possible.

"Well, looks like the cavalry came after all." Thatcher Sr. said.

His grandson stared at him with a mix of shock and disgust. "This..." He gestured to the warehouse that contained various machines. "This is what you've been doing? What happened to Bill and Charlie... You were behind it all, weren't you? You and Ms. Weaver..."

"Well, I suppose I am. But they were getting too nosey so I had to shut them up."

"By torturing them and making them almost vegetables?! Was being a lieutenant not good enough for you?! Is your legacy not good enough for you?! People loved you! I looked up to you! I wanted to be just like you! So why did you think doing this was a good idea? To get back at people you didn't like? You could've done anything instead of... these barbaric methods!!"

"Davis... You see, these children are a stain on the town. They make us look bad with their history, the way they react to things - Nobody really liked them as much as they want to claim they do. They just think they're annoying brats whose parents had to suffer with because abandoning them would reflect poorly on their reputation." He looked to Jonah. "Especially him. He's just the same as them. It seems that growing up with such a rich lawyer hasn't taught him to keep his head down. He should know that being a colored kid is very dangerous yet he keeps on being reckless for these people." He looked back to his grandson, his eyes still burning with a fiery rage. "Not my problem. He's just street trash just like those witches. If he dies, no one will miss him."

Thatcher gritted his teeth. "I see that what happened in the past hasn't caused you to think differently. What about Mervin? He's his dad. He'll sue your ass and he'll definitely win. They'll take away everything you've earned!"

"Why can't you see things my way? Don't you want to see Mandela be the town it once was? Beautiful, kind, caring, full of people that love each other?"

"Yes, I do. Although, it hasn't changed when you were in charge and it sure as hell isn't now." He stepped toward him. "I'll change this town for the better. With the angel's help, we can achieve your dream. Just not with your toxic views. I swear on it."

There was an eerie silence. Then, a smirk.

"Do you really think you can rely on the angels after they betrayed us and joined the alternates? I see you are a traitor too." He started to walk.

"No, I'm not! I want-" He was cut off by a white hot pain suddenly exploding in his abdomen. He looked down to see that a knife had been plunged into his stomach.

"And traitors must pay the price."

Thatcher crumbled to the floor, dropping his gun in the process.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Ruth screamed. The building descended into chaos. Thatcher Sr. and Meredith ran as gunfire rang out.

Ruth wanted to run out there, to grab Thatcher and pull him away from the rain of fire, but if she runs out, she'll get shot. She stared at her co-worker, the knife sticking out of his abdomen, blood pooling beneath him. Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes, but she blinked them away. No, I have to stay strong. I need to... get to him somehow.

An aura suddenly surrounded her followed by Dave's voice. "Hurry up and go!!"

She realized that he had put a protective spell on her. Thanking him, she ran towards Thatcher. A few stray bullets hit the shield, bouncing off it. She caught sight of the old bastard and her mother running towards a back entrance. A sense of utter betrayal took over her as she pulled out her gun and shot at them as well. The bullet grazed his shoulder, causing him to growl and shoot at her. Of course, as she was protected by the shield, it didn't do anything. Not saying anything, the both of them took off.

"Follow them! Make sure to call all units! We've got runners!" One of the commanding officers said into the radio.

Ruth finally made her way to Thatcher. She grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him. "Thatcher!! Thatcher, get up!!" She shouted.

No response. He was completely still. His skin had grown pale from the blood loss. Ruth put her fingers to his wrist, checking for a pulse. She could still feel it. It was faint, but it was there. She spoke into the radio. "This is sergeant Ruth Weaver. Officer down. 10-52."

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None of them spoke in the waiting room. The hospital was a cacophony of patients, doctors, nurses; All of them blended together. Ruth couldn't focus on the news report playing on the TV, but she caught the words "Got away." "Still on the lookout."

Still on the lookout, my ass. They're probably gonna hide out somewhere until they give up.

Dave put his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, it'll be okay. Thatcher's gonna pull through."

"I hope so..." She looked to the others sitting in the waiting room chairs. All of them had visible concern on their faces. Even Jude was tapping his foot, impatiently waiting for any news on Adam. Despite his neglectful nature, he was still his son at the end of the day.

Ruth's heart hurt seeing them like that. These were their children in those rooms, being examined by doctors, people they don't know. Adam had been knocked out by the electricity and Jonah had overused his speed, so they were the top priority at the moment. She could sense some favoritism at play which irked her.

They deserve so much better than to be kicked around and treated like dirt. Thatcher swore to change Mandela for the better and she will follow in his footsteps.

Adam slowly opened his eyes to see that he was in a hospital room. Weird. How did he get here? Last thing he remembered was being shocked by Meredith... Thatcher Sr. was there...

Cathy... Jonah...

As he tried to get up, he noticed a well suited man sitting in one of the chairs. He looked like a hit man, though his facial features were soft. He gave off the aura of a concerned guardian. He knew that man. He saw him multiple times at the alternate base.

"Ira...?"

He started to sign.

[Are you okay?]

He weakly gave him an OK sign.

He nodded. [What happened?]

[We got kidnapped by Thatcher's grandfather and Ruth's mother. They tried to use electroshock therapy to "convert" us. From what Ruth told us, the police got there, but Thatcher was stabbed. I have no idea how he's doing.]

Ira gave off a grunt Adam knew didn't sound good.

[Do you know where they are now?]

He didn't say anything for a bit. [I don't know. I was unconscious.]

There was a tense silence. Then, [I'm gonna find them.]

[How?]

[I'll find a way.]

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Meredith looked out the window for any sign of the cops. No sign of them anywhere. "Okay, I think we're safe." She said as she pulled back the curtain. She looked to Thatcher Sr. who was sitting in an easy chair fiddling with his sling. "Sir, you can't mess around with that. It's gonna mess up the bandages."

"Sorry, it's just- I can't believe she just shot me. Your own daughter! And all for that traitor! Who does she think she is?!"

"Sir... Are you sure about this?"

"What?"

"I know what you're thinking. You're probably gonna find some way to get revenge, but the entire town is looking for us. Running away is not gonna help. I think you should... I dunno..."

Thatcher Sr. stood up. "Meredith, you can't be serious. We haven't gone this far just to throw in the towel now. Besides, aren't you the one telling me I shouldn't give up?"

"I know, but for god's sake, you stabbed your own grandson! Up until now, you kept saying how you were proud of him!"

"That was before I found out he was gonna ask for the angel's help despite them being with the alternates!"

"I know, but you could've done anything else rather than trying to kill him! The whole police squad was watching! How could you think this was a good idea?!"

"Because I want to show them that they're weak! The whole town, hell, the whole world is weak! We live in a fucked up society where people's minds are being poisoned by propaganda being spewed by people lesser than us! What happened to us being at the top? What happened to us showing them that we can do anything? Things were fine until Mayor Carlos won his campaign by making wishy washy promises of equality. Now this town is filled with stupid kids filling their social media with useless hashtags and using present day topics for woke points." He sighed. "These kids have no idea what they're talking about. This whole town is starting to fall for those terrorist's lies! And I'm not gonna let it brainwash anyone else!"

".....This is fucked up. What we're doing is fucked up. Kidnapping those two boys was just the start."

"I know. But we've done worse than that, Meredith. Don't try to have the moral high ground when you're just as fucked up as me." He looked at the clock. It was past eleven. "You should get some rest. We've got to move tomorrow."

"Alright. Try not to move your arm too much."

"I won't. Thanks nurse."

Meredith gave off a half smirk before she walked upstairs. Thatcher Sr. sighed before looking at the blank TV. Dad... If you were here, what would you say to me?

Tell me... Tell me what I should do.

He just about closed his eyes when he heard a shatter from the kitchen. Meredith was downstairs in seconds. "What was that?!"

"I-I don't know. I-"

"Shh." She grabbed her gun. "Stay here. The car's out front. Get ready to run if you see anything." With a deep breath, she stepped into the kitchen.

The old man's heart was hammering in his chest. Were the police already here?! No, they would have heard sirens. They would have came through the door, not the window. Why would an officer come through the window?

His shoulder ached and he gripped it tightly. What was he doing just standing around? He should be in there helping her! Why did he have to get shot by her daughter?! Why did-

A loud scream was heard followed by a thump. "Meredith?!" He ran into the kitchen, grabbing his own weapon. He turned the corner when he saw a tall man dressed in a dark suit on top of Meredith. He had his hands wrapped around her throat. She was struggling against him, trying to get him off. Thatcher Sr. didn't think twice. He fired his gun, hitting him right in the head, sending him flying.

Meredith gasped and coughed, her throat finally relieved of the pressure. "Are you okay?!" He shouted.

She wheezed, trying to get her vocal cords to work. "W-We need to get out of here now!" She wheezed.

He nodded and helped her up. Leaning her on his shoulder, they started to limp to the front door. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the figure slowly get up. They hastened their speed to the front door. He tried to turn the knob, but it wouldn't budge. He tried to look for the key, but it was nowhere to be found. But the key was near the front door for emergencies like this, right? Where is that key?

"Hurry up! He's gonna hurt us!"

"I can't find the key! I can't find the key!"

"Are you shitting me?! O-Okay, we can sneak out the back door! If we can-"

She was cut off by someone hitting her in the back of the head. She fell to the ground, sending the older man down with her. Thatcher Sr. could see the man, now having a bullet hole in his head, but still clearly standing. He was holding a meat tenderizer which was stained with blood. He grabbed her by the hair and started to pull her dazed, but still conscious body, back to the kitchen. He started to crawl towards the man, his shoulder throbbing in pain as the movements threatened to tear his wound open.

As he crawled, he heard the sink turn on. What was he gonna do to her?

He made it to the kitchen where Ira was standing over her again. He had Meredith's hand on the counter, gripping her wrist with one hand and holding the meat tenderizer with the other. She gazed up at him, trying to keep her eyes open. Despite that, she was shaking. "Please... Please don't..." The words tumbled out of her lips, trying to find their way through the fog.

The man just stared at her with a blank expression, his face still dripping with blood. Upon closer inspection, Meredith could see a long horizontal cut along his neck, clearly scarred over. He blinked, raised the hammer high above his head - His lips moved.

"Retribution."

He slammed the hammer down on her fingers, causing her to scream.

"MEREDITH!!" Thatcher Sr. screamed. He lunged up and grabbed the man, trying to pull him off, but he pushed him back, sending him backwards. His head struck the table, causing him to become dazed. Stars danced in his vision as he lay on the floor. He continued his work, bashing her fingers with the hammer, hearing her blood-curdling screams as her bones were crushed and her tendons were torn apart by the spikes. It reminded Ira of the time where he would pound the meat for steaks. He could really go for steaks right now.

Her fingers had been rendered into bloody, bruised messes, her chipped nail polish now ruined by splotches of purple. The joints were bent at wrong angles, their attempts at movement only proving to be painful. Meredith was rendered into a blubbering mess, her eyes red from crying and her voice hoarse from crying.

The sink had been filled up with water. It was time for one of his favorite murder methods. Grabbing her by the hair, he shoved her head into the water. Meredith thrashed around, muffled screams coming from her as bubbles burbled up to the surface. Thatcher Sr. tried to move, but his limbs wouldn't move. It was like he was detached from his body, only watching through the lens of a security camera. The thrashing only got more violent as she slapped her good hand around, trying to pull herself up only for the man to pull her up, not giving her a moment to breathe before shoving her head back in.

Drowning is one of Ira's favorite methods of killing. It was bloodless and doesn't leave any traces of DNA. If the water was drained before the police found them, they could assume they died of natural causes. The perfect murder. Of course, he wondered, why did he pulverize Meredith's hand when he was going to drown her in the end? He already knew the answer. She was an accomplice to this man's horrible crimes. She gets to suffer before he ends it all.

He's saving the real fun for the real perpetrator.

After what felt like an eternity, Meredith fell limp. No more bubbles rose beside her head, her body giving off twitches as a last feeble attempt at survival.

"M-M-M..." His lips were cold. He couldn't find the words. His partner... She was...

Ira turned to him with his lifeless eyes, pulled Meredith's head out of the tub and dropped her to the floor. Thatcher Sr. crawled towards her, his entire body shaking. Her eyes were glazed over, her lips had turned grey and there was no sign of her breathing.

Fuck... No...

With one hand, he tried desperately to resuscitate her, but the pain in his head made it hard for him to think. How are you supposed to do this? Am I doing this right? I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing wrong.

With each pump, his strength withered away bit by bit. It wasn't enough strength to compress her heart. He was only slightly shaking her. If he wasn't dazed, he would've been at his A game, but his head felt like it was going to explode. The back of his neck felt warm and slick.

After minutes upon minutes of poorly done CPR, Thatcher Sr. saw that her skin had turned grey. Her eyes continued to stare into space, never to be full of life again.

All he could do was stare. Stare at what this monster has done. He craned his head to the man. He was tilting his head back as if he was... curious? Amused? By the situation. His eyes widened, the realization hitting him like a bag of bricks.

I'm going to die. I'm going to get killed.

Struggling to get on his feet, he stumbled out of the kitchen, up the stairs and to the bedroom. He might be able to find a window to climb out of and escape. Except why isn't he crawling to the window? Why is he hiding in the closet?

His vision was swimming. He couldn't keep his eyes open. He was trapped. He was trapped in the house alone with a psychopath on the hunt to kill.

His hand groped empty space, trying to grasp some sort of weapon. He was starting to fall in and out of consciousness. He closed his eyes for a moment... only to be thrown out of the closet and onto the floor.

Ira was standing above him, butcher's knife in hand. Thatcher Sr., the once highly renowned and fearless sheriff of Mandela county, started to shake. His black eyes stared into his soul, rendering him paralyzed. He examined the knife as if he had never seen it before. He took the old man's hand and placed it firmly on the floor. He inched the blade closer, the sharp edge resting on the joint of his index finger.

"For Lynn." He let out a raspy whisper.

He began to saw the tip. Thatcher Sr. screamed. Blood gushed out onto the oakwood floor as he continued his precise sawing movements. He pressed harder, separating bone and tendon from the rest. Each part of the finger he removed was every sin Thatcher Sr. had ever committed in his time at the station. Soon, there was nothing on his hands to remove. Ira could try toes, but toes are no fun.

"Please... Please stop this... I-I'm sorry..."

He continued to stare at him blankly, his expression never changing even as he was covered in blood. He rested the knife against the old man's neck. He slowly cut into it, separating skin and fat. Blood dripped down his shirt. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, bracing himself for the end. Ira lifted the knife away, leaving him confused. He looked up only for Ira to plunge it into his neck, cutting deep into his windpipe. He gurgled, more blood bubbled out of his lips as he gurgled. Twisting the knife deeper, the waterfall of blood flowing out as he slowly lost his strength, he whispered one last thing.

"For me."

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When the police arrived at the decrepit house, they found the bodies of Meredith Weaver and Thatcher Davis Sr. Meredith's death was determined to be by drowning. Her right hand had been crushed before she was drowned.

Thatcher Sr. was found upstairs in the bedroom. He had a wound on the back of his head, rendering him dizzy and confused. His fingers had been severed, joints and all before he had a knife plunged into his neck.

When the angels heard the news, they automatically turned to Ira. However, he just smiled and continued to make the steaks.

#mandela heroes au #the mandela catalogue #adam murray #jonah marshall #thatcher davis #ruth weaver #whumpcember2023 #whumpcember2023 day 14 #Ira be over there making steaks after murdering two people---

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Mother Shares Her Story His mother Amanda Copenhaver, who works in healthcare, shares with us, On Friday morning July 12, 2013 I took my son in for his 4 month well-baby checkup. The doctor gave him 7 vaccines – DTaP, IPV, Hib, PCV and Rota. He was cranky of course after, but doctors tell you to give Tylenol and teach you that these reactions are normal. Saturday, he was still fussy and tired and didn’t nurse as much as usual. Saturday night, my sister in law watched him overnight so we could go to work. I picked him up Sunday afternoon, after I woke up. We didn’t do much that evening but nap. Looking back it seems that he was extra sleepy but I didn’t notice it then. Sunday night, I dropped him off at a very close friend’s house around 10pm, so that I could go to work. Not knowing that this was the last time I’d see my son alive. She said he woke in the middle of the night so she got up with him. She fell asleep in the recliner holding him. When she woke up, he was gone. They started CPR, but of course it was no help. I vividly remember the scream down the hallway in the middle of the night, at work, telling me to leave. I was a CNA at a nursing home, working overnights, when my coworker yelled down the hall that something was wrong with my baby. That was the absolute worst night of my life. There were no obvious signs that something was wrong with him. Nothing outside of the “normal” that doctors lead you to believe is ok after your baby receives the vaccines. My son received his shots Friday morning and by late Sunday night- early Monday morning, he was gone. His death was ruled as Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS). The vaccines were not mentioned in Nicholas’s autopsy report because at the time the autopsy was being done, the pathologist was not yet made aware that Nicholas recently received his shots. It all happened so fast and of course, at that moment in my life, things hadn’t clicked yet that it was the vaccines. I was meant to believe they were so safe and this wouldn’t happen. Nicholas didn’t have his airways blocked and did not suffocate when he passed away. I had to do my own homework and I was referred to a vaccine injury lawyer who listened to my story and took on my case. I had to request a report in order to file a vaccine injury claim. The neurologist that did our report for the case actually did the autopsy also. Unfortunately, if I hadn’t looked into things further on my own, I may have never known what took my sons life. The doctor who did the autopsy even stated that he feels vaccine causation exists in our case and wrote this in our neuropathology report. The report we have gotten for our case clearly states that, in his opinion, vaccines were the likely cause of death. We were lucky because often times, vaccines are never mentioned and parents are not given truthful answers. It seems most babies that die soon after vaccination are ruled as SIDS cases or some other vague cause of death. It doesn’t make sense when all of these children are passing away after getting vaccines why the vaccines are never listed as the cause of death. Surely this needs to be considered more. We will have to wait to find out if our case is awarded but no amount of money could replace our son. The maximum they give for vaccine related deaths is $250,000. That’s what our children are worth to them. My son was vaccinated on schedule. He was given Hep B at birth, 8 vaccines at his 2 month well baby visit (DTaP, IPV, Hib, Heb B, PCV and Rota) and 7 vaccines at his 4 month well baby visit (DTaP, IPV, Hib, PCV and Rota). I don’t think many parents are aware these are the vaccines on the current US schedule. I can only hope sharing our story will save someone else the heartache and pain of losing a child. I want to tell the world and save them the heartache that we have been through. Rest In Peace Our Precious Angel… Amanda Copenhaver

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We Ran and Found Home - Chapter 3 | Nancy (April 1957) BOOK PREVIEW

The morning air was crisp as Nancy held on tightly to her boyfriend. The motorcycle engine roared as the pair zipped down the road. The couple were on their way to a park to enjoy each other's company; getting together was becoming more limited with passing time. Nancy's family did not approve of Lonnie. He worked in a mill. A low-level position that her father thought to be beneath the family. 

"You can do better than that rubbish!" her father would say. "He's nothing!"

Nancy's family was more than well off. They were incredibly wealthy. Her father was an investment advisor that worked with clients across the country. Her mother never worked a day in her life and wished the same for her precious angel.

"Oh honey," her mother would say at least once a week, "once you get Lonnie out of your system, you can move on to someone better! Someone who will take care of you. Someone with real money. Lonnie is not good enough for you, baby." Nancy wouldn't hear it. She made sure her parents knew that she didn't approve of their non-approval.

She would sneak out, day and night, to meet with Lonnie. And when her father caught her sneaking back into the house at 2 a.m. he blew his top. She did the same; she was her father's daughter.

"How could you want to waste your life with someone like him?!"

"Because I love him!" Nancy said. "He's kind to me. And he's real. Not like the fake boys you try to introduce to me!"

"Why don't you give Paul a chance? He's a stand-up guy! He's a doctor for Pete's sake, Nancy. A doctor! You'd rather live like a common dunderhead!"

"Paul is rude and I know for a fact he likes to hop around with other girls."

"Well, you need to make up your mind in the near future. You're nineteen! Do you know how odd it looks for us that you haven't yet married? A girl from a respectable family is unable to wed and have proper children because she's messing around with a mill rat? Nancy, you know better. You were raised better."

"I will marry Lonnie!"

Her father scoffed. "And how is Mr. Lonnie going to pay for your wedding, hm? How will he afford an engagement ring? The dress? The venue? How will he pay for anything, Nancy? Because I sure as hell will not pay for this ridiculousness. And don't even think to tell me that you don't need any of that. No daughter of mine will elope! I won't have it, Nancy! Our family displays model behavior and nothing less!"

When Nancy and Lonnie arrived at the park, they set up a little picnic under a couple of trees that shaded them from the sun. Nancy had swiped cucumber sandwiches from her kitchen that the staff had made. She also grabbed fruit and a small bottle of wine from the cellar. This was the first time in two weeks that Nancy was able to see Lonnie. In that time, she missed him dearly, but she knew he was probably busy with work and didn't think too much of it. The two of them sat on a quilted blanket in the grass as they ate and drank.

"I'm so glad we got to meet today. I've missed you," she said.

"I've missed you too, Nan."

"How are things going at the mill?"

"Oh, there's nothing new. The same old thing as always."

"Remember the last time we were together? And I snuck back home at two in the morning?"

Lonnie nodded. "Of course."

"My father caught me," Nancy giggled.

"Oh no," Lonnie laughed with a bite of sandwich in his mouth.

"He told me to stop seeing you and think about marrying Paul Anderson."

"Oh? And what did my Nan say to that?"

Nancy laid back on the quilted blanket. "I told him I would marry you."

Lonnie said nothing. It went silent between them.

"What's wrong?" Nancy asked.

Lonnie took another bite of his sandwich and sniffed, wiping his nose.

"Lonnie, what is it?"

Lonnie cleared his throat after swallowing his food. "Nan, you know I love you, truly. But you have to know by now that I'm not right for you."

Nancy sat up from the blanket. "Well, you know my family wants me to get married."

"But not to me. No way in hell."

"Lonnie, I don't care about that. I would marry you if you asked me."

"Nan," Lonnie took a deep breath. "I can't marry you. In fact, it pains me to say it but I can't see you anymore. This is the last time."

Nancy couldn't believe what he was saying to her. "What do you mean you can't see me anymore and this is the last time?"

"I do love you, Nan. But your family will never accept me. It would be hard on me, hell, it would be hard on you. I can't deal with that. I can't mess around anymore."

Nancy scoffed. "Mess around?"

"There's someone else, Nan. Her name is Jane. I can see a future with her. An easy one where we don't have to live up to someone else's expectations. Her family loves me." Lonnie had his head down. He wouldn't look Nancy in the eye.

"So," Nancy said, "you're saying that this is over?"

"Yeah."

Nancy pursed her lips and tightened her fists around the quilted blanket that they were on. She never thought Lonnie would suddenly up and leave. They were going steady for two years.

"I'd like you to take me home now."

Lonnie helped clean up the picnic and drove Nancy home on his motorcycle. They were silent the entire drive there. When they arrived at her house he didn't even kiss her goodbye. He only waved as he took off down the long brick driveway. Nancy wandered through the front door of her house. She was greeted by the head butler, Willard.

"Miss Nancy, your father requests your presence in his study right away."

"What for?" Nancy was fed up. All she wanted to do was crawl into bed.

"Your father has a piece of exciting news for you, miss."

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Copyright ©️ Andi Leigh, 2023

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Thank you for reading chapter 3 of We Ran and Found Home. Chapter 4 (out of 6 chapters for the book preview) will be available tomorrow!

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[the-void-writes]

GOOD I WANTED TO SEND YOU MORE!!!

Kisses 26, and 48 >:3

@bloodlessheirbyjacques ✨❤️✨🥺

@bloodlessheirbyjacques 🤣 Thank you! I went with Rio and Jason, and since we were talking about Paradise earlier, have some Javi and Alex. I'm putting them below the cut because they're long.

26. Giggling While Kissing (I lost focus with this one so many times and I'm sorry)

“Rio?”

He grunted into his pillow, the only indication that he was awake. Jason smiled and rolled him over.

“Are you gonna get up?”

“Nope, I’m retiring.”

“Avery got his hands on a slip-and-slide.”

Rio opened his good eye. “How big?”

“It reaches both ways across the training lab. He’s trying to make it loop in the center.”

That made him grin. “Who needs TV when we’ve got that kid?”

Jason shook his head. “Is it impossible for you to be nice to him?”

“The fabric of reality depends on our mutual annoyance.”

“Ooh, fancy words for a brute.”

Rio pulled him down for a kiss. Jason relaxed against him, already losing himself in the warmth of Rio’s touch. He reached for Rio’s hands and placed them over his head, resulting in a deep chuckle that vibrated against Jason’s lips. Rio pulled away, his face as red as Jason’s hair. Jason stared back at him in confusion and amusement.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can we start over?”

“Why, because you laughed?”

“It’s just stupid. I’m supposed to be the suave one here.”

“Rio, I’ve watched you eat barbecue. If I wanted a stuffed-shirt from the eighteenth century, I’d date Gabe.”

Rio slapped his hand over his mouth, unable to fight his laughter. Jason smiled triumphantly.

“See? I love when you let yourself have fun.”

“No more, Jay. I’ll choke like this.”

Jason bit his fist. “Rio, you are begging me to make a joke there.”

With a smirk, Rio sat up and pulled him into his lap.

“What a dirty thought, angel. Maybe Avery can wait.”

48. Kisses With Trembling Lips

Javi shoved the bedroom door so fast that it echoed through the palace. Not that anyone would care, of course, with the grand party taking precedence over everything else. How his father could afford to host these parties night after night was a mystery. He must have been desperate to find his children some suitors, to pawn Javi off to some prince from afar… a prince for his precious princess.

It had been another of those wretched nights, forced into a corset that accented all the parts of Javi that he despised. The makeup, the curves, the dress skirts, it was enough to drive him mad. If he were more reckless, and he wished he was, he would jog across the halls in his special riding outfit, with the pants Ezra had bought just for him. Even if they were loose and baggy, and he couldn’t walk in them without a belt, they made him feel more human than a blasted corset.

As the ball continued downstairs, Javi let himself cry. He hated the emptiness in his soul, the agony of feeling trapped in his own flesh. Long ago, he would have thought himself mad, striving for a dream that no one had ever reached. But now, he knew it was possible. The proof was currently climbing up Javi’s balcony.

“Your highness?” Alex’s voice was soft, like the wind, just in case anyone was ever with Javi when he tried to check in.

Javi dried his eyes. “Come up, please.”

Alex’s square, freckled-dusted face peeked up over the railing. He hoisted himself over, falling onto the balcony with an “oof” before dusting off the evening’s dirt that had caked onto his shirt.

“I think your window’s getting taller, love.” His eyes fell on Javi’s crestfallen face. “Javi?”

His gentle voice was all it took to get Javi crying again. Alex rushed to his side and cupped his face.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Which of those morons do I have to punch?”

Javi hiccuped. “No one. It’s just… one of those days.”

Alex stroked his cheek. “Hey, I get it. I had them, too, remember?”

“And a witch gave you everything you wanted.” He flinched. “I’m sorry, that was rude.”

“No, love, you’re allowed to be frustrated. I wish I could just give you what she gave me. If I can figure out where her books are, or who she learned from, I can take you there. I swear, I’ll find a way to help you, okay?”

Javi sniffed and nodded. Alex leaned up to kiss him, and the quiver in Javi’s lips started to fade. How a gardener from Ireland could end up with a future monarch, Alex had no clue, but he was more than grateful for it. He took a seat by Javi, letting the prince rest his head on his shoulder. Javi played with his hands as they sat.

“Taking a royal heir to Ireland on a secret errand… How scandalous, Senhor Whittaker.”

Alex grinned. “I’m just serving my kingdom, Your Highness.”

“Please, meu querido, we’re alone.”“Of course.” He kissed his prince’s forehead. “I only serve you, Javi.”

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[doodle-pops]

Guardian Angel

Imagine yourself dying. You saw yourself leaving your body and you just stared at it. What a strange experience. You felt rather light and free, chains of your daily troubles disappearing. The only burden you carried were painful experiences that shaped you into who you are now.

You saw medics trying to resuscitate you, but it wasn't working. One among them cries. It took you a while, before you actualy noticed, you were sensing their thoughts. They felt like a failure and hurt themselves while blaming themselves for not noticing your organs stopped functioning soon enough, for not reacting fast enough. You sympathized with them and wanted them to stop - some things are simply inevitable. You found yourself suddenly next to them, hugging them.

Wait. Shouldn't your arms go through them?

You sensed something warm, which wasn't their body though, since they didn't respond to your embrace. You stayed with them, until they got home and collapsed on their bed, falling asleep. That's when you spotted their soul, still mourning your death and wallowing over their alleged failure. You hugged them again, saying comforting words to them, assuring them, that they did nothing wrong.

When their soul calmed enough to return to their dreaming body, something changed. Everything darkened around you, but it wasn't scary darkness. More like doors closing. At first you thought you were floatting, untill you spotted distant star...and that you were flying towards it with the speed of light.

It took some time before the star started growing brighter and bigger. After unmeasured time, you realized, that was not a star, but a space filled with light.

"Welcome in Timeless Halls, dearest child." you heard melodic voice as blindingly bright being appeared in front of you, powerful like nothing you have countered before. "Uhm...greetings? Care...to tell me how I got here, what is this place and what I am supposed to do?" The being intoduced himself as Ilúvatar. That name was strangely familiar. "It was your wish, one of your strongest ones, that brought you to us. As for...what you are to do - that is entirely up to you."

Your eyes widened at realization.

"Is...is this real?" "As much as your wish is," he smiles at you with such acceptance, kindness and love, you nearly wept. "Wha-What can I do now?" "Many things, actually, little one. I have an offer for you." "What is it?" "So far I know, in your homeworld, there was a belief, that everyone had their spiritual guardian and a guide. Would you like to become one for one or even more of my Firstborn Children?"

You had to process it all for a moment. Or two. This was one your biggest dreams you ever had! But what if you fail? But if you shy away from it, what if someone of your precious elves would die or get hurt badly just because there had been no one to protect them from it?

In the end, you agreed. Before you were sent in Arda, you were told all you needed to know about your abilities and how you could use them.

When you arrive there, you are like a shooting star in the sky. You land without causing any damage - just a wave of starlight dissolving in the distance.

It takes you some time to find the charge you chose. At first, you watched them from afar, learning about their habbits, their likes and dislikes and about their character and personal history. Slowly, you come closer, becoming that subtle force of lucky coincidence. Until one day, despite all your effort, despite all their skills, strength and cunning, they find themselves in grave danger.

And that's when you finally show yourself, using all your might to keep them safe, to heal their wounds and to chase away anything what could harm them.

"Who...or what are you?" they ask you with aw and gratitude. "I am y/n," you smile softly at them. "You are safe now."

Awww. That's sweet.

#📜 anon #y/n imagines #silmarillion imagine #doodlepops responds

[herdeardiaryy]

devotion 52

"He that handleth a matter wisely shall find good: and whoso trusteth in the LORD, happy is he."

Proverbs 16:20

My parents always told us, their children, that whatever we do in life, we need to entrust it to the Lord, even if we know that we can do it, everything will be smooth in process when we walk by it with God. And it's true.

Lately, I learned everything about it. Yes, my parents always told us about God's promises and truth, but most of the time I forgot how great God is before. But now, everytime I wake up, regardless if I have a good sleep or not, I thanked God, because having another air to breathe is a very precious.

I learned that, I need to surrender everything to the Lord. I encountered His greatness when He healed my father from life and death situation, even when I experienced a lot of pressures and episodes of panic attack, the Lord is always true to His words, that if we surrender everything to Him, He will never leave us nor forsake us, and also He will blessed us more than we expect.

At this Bible verse, whatever happens, even if I lost people in my life due to being so steady in my spiritual devotion, I will forever and always choose to surrender my life to the Lord.

Let us pray:

"Father God, thank You for this day that you have given to us. Thank You for giving me this day to rest and do whatever I want outside my workplace. Thank You, Lord, for my family who has a lot of time bonding with each other. Thank You very very much, Lord.

Forgive me, Lord, if I did something wrong out of control for this week. I admit that I have sinned and cannot avoid being a sinner, but please Lord, see my heart, I am sincerely trying my best, everyday, to do good according to Your will. Those intentional actions that I made, I am sorry, Lord, and again, I will try not to do it again for You. May You clean my heart and change it into something that make You proud of me.

Lord, again, I thank You. For the air that my family and I breathe, for another life, for another overflowing blessings, for the continuation of healing, for reminding us what to do, for correcting us, for the experiences that we had and having, for the challenges in life, and most of all, for forgiving us. Words cannot express how thankful I am for all the things you've done in our life. Thank You so much, Lord.

Lord, I pray for the safety of my family, relatives, and friends. Protect them from any harm, accidents, and diseases, in the Name of Jesus. Continue to love them with Your Holy Spirit, show how amazing You are. I pray for my Father's healing, I know he is doing great now, Lord, but have Your way in his life. I prophecy complete healing in the Name of Jesus. Evem for my brother, Reneld John, I pray for something in his heart, Lord, that my sister and brother-in-law heard, I declare clear results upon his check up, heal now what's inside of his body, whatever it is, Lord, I know you will heal my brother, in the Name of Jesus. I pray for the strength, knowledge, and energy for my mother, Lord. You know how great she is not only as a mother and wife at our home, but also Your soldier. Give her blessings, both her and my father, that they truly deserves. And I pray for my sister and brother-in-law's departure this September, Lord, protect them Lord by the time that they arrived at the airport until they landed in Germany. Extend Your greatness upon them as they take another step for their future, even for baby Rohan, I pray that he grows according to Your will and Your words will stay in his heart forever. I also pray for our pets, Lord, for Cloud and Mikasa, thank You for giving us as part of our family, I pray that You give them longer life, for us to be with them. I pray for a healthy life, Lord, protect them from any accidents and diseases in the Name of Jesus.

And for my friends: Judy Lyn, Jace, Rose Ann, MC, Cecil, Angel, Alner, Azi, Wewe, Regine, Raymond, Airene, Marvic, Shane, Joy, Jovel, Alex, Rona. You know what they are going through right now, Lord, whether it is good or bad or worst, be with them. Never get tired of reaching their sufferings and challenges, Lord, I know they needs You so much. Protect them at any costs, Lord. Let them know You more. And always remind them how good and great You are in their life. Continue to bless them, nourish them, love them, protect them, guide them, and forgive them, in every situations. They are very precious to me, Lord, that's why I am helping them to surrender their cross to You alone.

Lastly, I pray for my life. I pray that You continue to guide me, Lord, for whatever my decisions is, what will I do, what will I think, You will be the center of my life. I pray for peace of my heart, I rebuke negative thoughts in the Name of Jesus, I command pressures and panic attacks to go away in You powerful name, Jesus. Help me to be someone that you've always wanted me to be, Lord. Have Your way always for my life. I prat that You provide all my needs, and some of my wants, Lord. I lift up everything to You.

Thank You so much, Lord, for being You. I love You so much, Lord.

This I pray in the Mighty Name of Jesus, our Lord and Savior,

Amen."

010923 | 22:58

#devotion

[just-some-girl-xiii]

Introducing my children, whom I did not birth :

• Rocket Barbie, 73% of her personality is my fault and I repent every day

• JD, disowned on multiple occasions but that’s hard to do when they live in your house

• Viola, the most precious cutie patootie in the words, my lil musical genius

• Indigo, babes don’t forget to take your anti delulu pill- she can’t hear me she’s streaming Stray Kids

• Em, traumatised weird creature but like affectionate

• Sapphire, the embodiment of the “ya coping, son?” meme format, for the love of god go drink some water and crack open a window will you

• Ivy, a crop top??? in this weather???? Yes you’re slaying honey but you look cold

• Tin can, an angel who could do absolutely no wrong deserves the world

#aka my younger mutuals/friends in a few words #neither of them are on tumblr and if they are they don’t know about this blog #so let’s not tell them okay 🙂 #mutuals #moots