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willowser · 4 months
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HI WILLOWWWWW
do you think you’d ever have to have a sit down discussion with katsuki about how to discipline your children? early on? it’s mentioned in the anime that he was spanked as a kid and thinks it’s fine bc it happened to him in the provisional license training, they go against it anyway but i was curious about your thoughts on if a discussion like that would happen?
HIIIIII FREN 😌🩷✨️
this is actually such an interesting question !!! 🤔 bc i feel like there is so much to unpack here LOL
but but but !!!! to make a long topic shorter i will say !! yes, i think the conversation comes up only once, and he brings it up himself. it's pretty early on, i think, before you even know what you're having and it happens very suddenly, maybe when you're laying in bed and not quite asleep, but eyes closed, lights off.
and he just says, voice firm and strong. "i ain't hittin' my kid."
it hangs in silence for a minute, heavy and serious, before you sit up a little to look at him. you frown just slightly, and you can't tell if it's because you're tired or if it's just too early into the pregnancy that you hadn't even started thinking about discipline, but you ask, "what, honey?"
he's sitting up with his back against the headboard, already watching you intently. it takes another moment for him to gather his words, but eventually he sighs and shifts his gaze to your ceiling. "i didn't have no...fuckin'....'time out' or 'sit in the corner and think about you did' kind of thing, but," he raises a hand and rubs his fingers into his eyes and you wonder how long he's been sitting there, thinking about this. "i'm not hittin' 'em."
it seems like such haunting topic, so suddenly—any kind of connection of harm against your growing little bean—and you almost want to press katsuki for why he's bringing this up, now, but—there's a severity to his voice that warns you otherwise.
instead you roll over in the bed until your head is resting against his shoulder, and rub a hand across his chest until he's linking his fingers with yours. "okay, yeah," you agree simply, smooshing your cheek against him. "yeah, no hitting." when he doesn't react, you squeeze him. "y'okay?"
"'s'fine," he tells you—immediately, dismissively, in that way he does when you're looking too closely at something he's not quite ready to share. when you don't react, he turns his face and presses his mouth into your hair, taking a breath to steady himself. "'s'fine," he says again, softly enough that you think it might not be, really—but maybe someday.
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just-null · 4 months
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Fr bro I love your energy! Noritoshi is so pretty and so criminally underrated. Keep up the good work in making more of us lusting publicly for him. You've done amazing job! That boy well-deserved it :)
tysm!! I try to open the eyes of the public to his qualities. join my cult yall, Noritoshi is so good listen to me.
but on the topic of energy, whether you're high or low energy, Noritoshi loves it. the only difference is how he reacts to it.
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Let's say you're low energy or prefer subtlety in your affection..
Noritoshi will initiate first! ..after a while... in his own way.... He needs to gather enough courage and collect his thoughts properly, then hes good to go! He prefers more subtle displays of affection too, but if needed he'll be blunt about it. He'll learn to adapt to slightly teasing remarks, going as far as to banter and tease back, moreover he's just very loving. So loving it can be embarrassing from time to time because of how intense the atmosphere can get.. the best way he can be described here is princely.
A small smile forms on Noritoshi's lips when he feels you're around. He turns to you, already memorizing each and every quirk you have so that he doesn't waste any time setting his sights on you again. His hands reach out to tug on your sleeve as he looks at you with a gaze so needy you can practically tell what he's about to ask. "May i hold your hand?" His voice comes so smooth that if you didn't know him, you would've missed the twinge of desperation it carried. You couldn't help yourself, you shook your head, a mischievous grin slowly creeping onto your lips at the sight of Noritoshi's pouted lip. Of course he'd do as you say even if it was clearly unfair, but not without some complaints. He clicks his tongue, a quiet mutter of "cheeky.." escapes under his breath. He knows you do this on purpose to mess with him, he was tempted to beg a little, but decided against it. it was an embarrassing thought to begin with. Seriously, how mean can someone be to make a guy think like this? ..Extremely, if the guy's pouting is cute enough! Noritoshi lifts his hand to his chin, thinking of the many ways he can try to get around this obstacle you cruelly placed in front of him. He leans in close, hovering next to you as he usually does when he thinks. He faces you as who knows what goes on in his head, his closed eyes not even giving you a hint as to what he could be thinking. "Ah, pardon me, I got lost in thought. I suppose i can keep my distance, so long as you keep looking at me with that charming gaze of yours." Ah, so he was just winding up for a pick up line. How lame, but.. get used to it. He's going to shadow behind you the entire day with more one liners like that unless you shut him up yourself. Wait.. was that his plan? The faint sly smirk tugging on the corner of Noritoshi's lips and the warm hue on the apple his of cheeks are all you need to figure out the rest.
If you're high energy or prefer more blunt methods of affection..
Noritoshi gets overwhelmed and flustered from such raw approaches from you that he comes off as a bit rude. It's only because you make his heart so full that he needs to shut you down or else he'll do something embarrassing!! He wants to impress you, of course he enjoys your advances very much, but it's not very slightly to see someone like him act like a crushing school girl!! or so he thinks.
Noritoshi yelps in surprise as you snake your hands around his waist from behind. He doesn't push you away or even move for that matter, he's frozen stiff. Is he still alive? Like any good lover would, you benevolently press your ear against his back to listen for a heart beat. ..You didn't hear anything until the sound of Noritoshi sharp inhale came through. That was unexpected, but it works. He squirmed a little, seemingly trying to shrug you off but quickly giving up, accepting the fact that you've got him trapped. "You imbecile, e-enough of this!" he scolded, though he made no actual effort to stop you. Noritoshi remains stiff for the most part, but looking at the back of his increasingly flushing neck reassures you that he is, indeed, alive. He's just being stubborn! Not turning or even a greeting, just rude name calling again! You raise one hand and place it over his heart to hold him tighter in your embrace. As expected, its practically pounding against his chest. He swats your hand away and finally turns back to you with those cute furrowed brows and rosy cheeks. "You're such a bully, you know that?" he huffs out, any semblance of sternness failing to take effect as his jutted bottom lip quivers. Mercifully, you finally let go and spare him by not pointing out the quiet whine he let out. He stumbles forward and turns around to face you fully, trying to keep an eye out for any more of your stunts while he catches his breath. He felt so dizzy from being in your arms, if he were held for a moment longer, he surely would've melted right then and there. Noritoshi's hands trembled as he smoothed out his clothes, his mouth opening and closing as any and all words died in his throat. He wanted to yell at you for being so forward, for giving him no chance to prepare, for letting go of him, for a lot of things..! Yet he just pouted as he tried to calm the flush on his face. His hands instantly whipped up in front of him when he noticed you took a step towards him. He can't handle another display of affection right now, he'll go weak at the knees! But how can you hold back when he's just so damn cute?
The most likely outcome is a mixture of both with a heavy leaning towards one. Either way, you're very right!! He's extremely pretty.
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ickyguts · 10 months
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fucked up edgy ass fanart for a concept I have (I want to do a comic for it at some point!)
CW DRUG USE:
 The idea is that on days where Flippy is particularly on edge (losing his grip on fliqpy and afraid he's gunna hurt someone), Flippy resorts to taking a bunch of his sleep aid/painkillers to sedate him.
 Fliqpy sits like this for the next few hours, confused, fucked up, and out of it.
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toburnup · 2 years
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3 minute fic: bruise
well, this ended up being the prompt i used for a 20 minute writing sprint, so heeereee you go, friend 🥰 (yes i know this is from AGES ago but better late than never)
A bruise on the inner thigh. That’s all it is. But Eddie can’t stop staring at it, for some reason. They're in gym class and Steve is sitting, legs crossed, on the gym floor, stretching his legs and his shorts have ridden up enough that Eddie can see the light purple mark peeking through. 
He’s so curious about it he feels like he’s going a little crazy.
Did Steve walk into something? Did some girl press her thumb into the spot a little too hard, make him flinch from the pain? Or did Steve somehow give it to himself, press a finger to the spot until the bruise formed.
Eddie can’t stop looking at it. Feels like the bruise is imprinted on his eyes. He finally tears his eyes away and sees Steve looking at him, saw where his eyes were. Eddie knows his ears are turning red and he slowly turns away, tries not to move too quick because that shows guilt, and he doesn’t have anything to be guilty about. It’s a bruise. It’s Steve’s leg. That's it.
Why can’t he look? 
Months later, he sees another bruise on the side of Steve’s neck. This one is a little more obvious to pinpoint the origin of - it’s a hickey, so that means the girl had her lips pressed to the soft skin, nose brushing the cute little hairs at the back of his neck. Pink tongue pressed to the skin, biting down. Eddie wonders if Steve swears under his breath when that happens, or if he grunts low like it doesn’t really bother him. Or maybe he doesn’t make a sound at all. Maybe he just grabs her thighs and pulls her against him, ignores her sucking on his neck.
Usually, people seem to be a little self conscious of hickeys. Eddie doesn’t know, he’s never had one, but he’s seen people wearing light scarves in the middle of summer, he’s seen makeup carefully applied overtop. He’s seen popped collars. But Steve wears his shirt like normal, doesn’t seem to be aware of the evidence sitting on his neck. Or if he is, he doesn't care. Eddie sits behind him in class, can’t stop staring.
He wonders what it would be like to suck on Steve Harrington’s skin. If his cologne would smell better at that distance, or if it would be cloying and bitter on his tongue. 
Steve turns, catches Eddie looking. Like he knew Eddie’s eyes were digging into the back of his neck, pressing their own mark into his soft skin. 
Eddie looks away, looks at the paper on his desk, pretends he doesn’t see Steve at all. 
In the Upside Down, Steve is covered in bruises. All over. Eddie has some matching ones as well, but it’s nothing like Steve’s. Knees bruised from being pulled along the ground, arms covered. Elbows, shoulders. Mottled and dark. Eddie wonders if he's always bruised so easily. Can't stop staring at the one on his chin. 
In the hospital, Eddie looks down at his arms. He has bruises but they don’t match Steve's anymore. They’re small rings of purple and green skin, bruising around needles that are inserted into his veins. Needles with painkillers, and more. More things that Eddie can never remember the name of, just knows that it's the good stuff.
The bruising around his mouth is finally disappearing, the bruising from the tube that was down his throat when he wasn’t awake enough to feed himself, couldn’t quite breathe on his own. 
Steve is sitting beside his hospital bed, hand draped over the side. His bruises have mostly faded, and that’s how Eddie knows just how much time has passed. Steve smiles, small, when he sees Eddie is awake and Eddie feels the betrayal of the heart monitor machine as it picks up, the telltale beeps getting closer and closer together. 
“Someone’s finally awake.”
“I’ve been awake for a while.” Eddie mutters, tries to sit up. Steve half-stands like he’s going to help but Eddie just gets up on his own, breathes heavy when he leans back. 
“Ow.” 
“Yeah, ow.” Steve laughs, and his fingers brush against Eddie’s wrist that’s trapped against the bed. His arm doesn’t want to work anymore, the nerves apparently too damaged to do much else other than rest right now. 
Maybe it’s Eddie’s heart that’s a little bruised. That’s the only explanation he has for the pain he feels when Steve leaves after a few minutes, says he’s sorry that he has to go so soon. Eddie smiles, feels weak as he does it, says Bye softly to Steve’s back as he leaves the room. Then he closes his eyes and feels the familiar dripdripdrip back into his veins, falls into a weird sleep where Steve is covered head to toe in bruises and Eddie has a cloth, washes his skin, washes all the bruises away. 
Months later, Eddie falls in physical therapy. He’s trying to train his legs to do the things they were so good at before - walking, running. He can manage several shaky steps before he has to cling onto the railing, but on this one day, he misses and his therapist barely catches him in time, arm bumping painfully against the railing.
“Shit.” Eddie wants to cry, wants to feel like he’s getting better but he doesn’t know how to do that here, has never had to do this before. Feels so frustrated with himself that he may as well be one giant bruise. 
The bruise by his elbow forms quickly. His skin is pale, he never goes outside anymore, and the purple is harsh against it.
Steve who visits, brings Eddie lunch, points it out. “You okay?”
“I fell the other day.” Eddie says, pulls his sandwich toward himself with his other hand. “It’s not a big deal, just a little mishap during therapy.” 
“Jeez.” Steve chews, swallows. “That sounds painful.”
“Little bit.” 
He’s used to it, Eddie thinks. He’s used to not getting things quite right. 
When he’s back home, Steve visits. Eddie is glad, was a little worried he’d never see Steve again once he was out of the hospital. Wasn’t quite sure if Steve was visiting out of a sense of obligation or if he wanted to see Eddie, see him for real. 
Steve shows up and immediately picks up Eddie’s hand, sees the small oval bruise on his wrist. “What happened?” 
Eddie knows Steve is worried about Eddie doing something stupid, about Eddie picking up a needle. He wants to explain to Steve that that’s not what the hell track marks look like, that those would be up on the soft part of his arm. 
“From my guitar. The neck.” Eddie gestures with his hands, how he holds his guitar. “It’s been a while, I forgot that it hurts like hell.” 
“Oh.” Steve doesn’t drop his hand, just holds his wrist up closer to his face like he’s inspecting it. “Good. I thought - never mind.” 
“I’m fine, Steve.” Eddie says, tries not to let the frustration seep through. And Steve knows it because Steve sort of knows him best now. And maybe he sees the Eddie is feeling uncomfortable in his own skin, tender and unsure. Because Steve slowly raises his hand up to his mouth, presses his lips to the bruise on the inside of his wrist. Makes Eddie’s breath catch as he watches, feels Steve’s breath float across the sensitive skin. 
“What’re you doing?” Eddie whispers, but Steve’s eyes are closed and he’s just holding Eddie’s wrist to his mouth. Pulls it away, just to press it to the skin again, slightly higher up. Kisses, so softly, makes Eddie wonder how his heart can still possibly be so bruised when the rest of him has managed to heal. For the most part.
“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Steve says, and Eddie can feel the words against his skin. “Every day, I think about it. I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me too.” Eddie says quietly, and when he pulls his wrist back toward himself, Steve doesn’t let go. Lets it be the link between them, uses it to pull himself close. Eddie’s on the couch and Steve puts all his weight on his arm, braces himself against the cushions. Slowly presses his lips to Eddie’s cheek, and then his lips. 
“I’m so glad you’re here.” Steve says again, like he can’t quite believe it, and then his hand is cradling Eddie’s head and he’s leaning in, kissing him again. Doesn’t bruise him at all, holds him so gently that Eddie thinks he could heal a little faster, heal bit by bit, just like this.
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mothwingwritings · 8 months
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(no matter the partner, but if it's Katsumi, Yujiro enjoys beating the life out of him)
Yujiro has no problem fucking his stepdaughter over Katsumi's battered body. He stands over his face, and either fucks the reader so that all the fluids fall on Katsumi's face, or makes her suck her daddy's dick. Either way, the reader is fucked over Katsumi's body
This is so fucked up but also so true. Yujiro is so goddamn horrid that as soon as he does something that you think "well, he absolutely can't do anything worse than this" he not only finds a way to make things even even more dreadful, but completely relishes in how that makes you feel and keeps digging the hole deeper. 🙃 It helps sustain him, he takes pride in it, it excites him.
You are fucked in every sense of the term as far as Yujiro is concened. My condolences. 😞
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sunlightfeeling · 7 months
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SMAP and Kudo Shizuka performing together on smapxsmap
smapxsmap: 1997.6.9
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fyodorkitkat · 3 months
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Going into 2024 with a respect for what I've lost but hope for roads ahead 🙏💜
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frenchfrywrites · 1 year
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That meme made me imagine cuck!Rook and Vil threesome where you tie Rook to a chair and then fuck Vil in a position where they’re facing each other. Rook can see your cock/strap fucking Vil’s pussy so clearly and Vil spreads their legs wider because of COURSE they need to put on the best show
oh my goddd yes yes!! I wonder how long it would take for Rook to start begging. And then, he wouldn't wouldn't be able to decide if he wants to be in Vil's position or yours. Then, would you let him join, or would you leave him aching and needy?
Vil would be on his best behavior too, being so good for you, so you make him feel- and look- good.
(post anon is talking about)
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lokiinmediasideblog · 21 days
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Due to ATLA's re-emergence, I'm gonna say I am an Ursa defender. This woman was forced into marriage with Ozai (I need people to put 2 and 2 together as to what that entails...). I constantly see shit takes from Azula stans about how she is responsible for the abuse Zuko suffered and Azula's cruel tendencies. She was forced to abandon her children because Azulon ordered Ozai to kill Zuko and she had to plot with Ozai to kill Azulon.
Last I checked, Ozai burnt Zuko. The way I see people talk about Ursa just feels like victim-blaming. Blaming her for not being a perfect mother when she herself was in an abusive marriage is shitty. I've seen people blaming her for getting married to Ozai. Again, what part of "forced marriage" don't you understand? And even if she had wanted to marry him, she should not be held responsible for not knowing he'd be abusive. I hate this ridiculous standard for DV victims that they "Should have known" bleh bleh.
I also constantly see the shitty anecdote that Azula turned out way more "evil" because she didn't have the "more important" parental figure. That's just leaving fathers off the hook for how their parenting affects children and leaving all the responsibility on the mother.
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byanyan · 2 months
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me trying to take things easy and enjoy myself and not pressure myself over a hobby and just write what i'm feeling vs my brain telling me that i'm the worst person to write with bc I'm so slow and i don't focus on the things i should and my replies are a disappointment for how long they take to get posted and i'm never gonna get caught up on drafts and
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willowser · 8 months
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Following up on uncle Kiri, what's your take on kiri and others becoming parents before bk, and his attitude towards all that? I imagine it's super conflicting being """"left behind"""" but also the questions around self worth and if he's "__ enough' to become a parent?
(obligatory disclaimer that these are all my personal opinions/feelings as someone that wants willow sprouts, and if that doesn't align with someone else's desires/beliefs — that's okay !!! we all write for the ones we love in different ways, and it doesn't make any opinion less valid or worthy of respect ✨️)
OOOOH HMM !! you know, i will write about dad bakugou all day, every day bc that's what i like to read and write but !! i do think he would have a hard time deciding if that's what he wanted ?? i don't think he thinks about it for a while, and then i think he tells himself he shouldn't have them, for a few reasons. mainly bc of his career and all that it entails, and also — bc he must wonder if he would be a good parent !!! he'll tell himself this for a bit, and he'll brush the topic off if it's ever brought up because he "doesn't think it's a good idea for him" but it's never explicitly bc he doesn't want them, if that makes sense ?? tbh i think it would take a very supportive partner for him to openly tell himself that's what he wants. like, someone loving and trusting him enough to be a father would help ease some of his worries, i think.
BUT ANYWAY. regarding kirishima, i actually had this perfect vision of them at a bbq, of course, except kiri's got his FOUR KIDS running around LOL and one of them coming up to bakugou and he's just looking at it like 🤨🤨🤨 akfbdjsja and aww, wouldn't it be cute if, once bakugou is expecting a child, kirishima lets him come over and learn how to change diapers ?? 🥺 let him practice burping and how to swaddle them up when they're so squirmy 🥺🥺🥺 CUTE !!
i think — his feelings in the situation of being around his friends that have children would really depend on whether he has a partner or not he feels comfortable with, tbh. like if it’s just him, i feel like he's non-stop looking at all these kids and his peers and telling himself, "yup, just not in the cards for me", almost like he's trying to convince himself he's fine with being without, though i definitely think he would, deep down, feel like ".......but why not me ?? 🥺" WAAAHHHH but !! on the fun, flip side, if he was with someone, i think he would honestly try to be more observant of how kids are ?? if that makes sense ?? LOL like he's watching them run around and trying to gauge what yaomomo says to her brats to get them to eat their vegetables PFFT. just storing it away for later.
tbh, it's hard for me to imagine not having this conversation with him BUT in the event that yall haven't discussed children yet, i don't think he's going to be the one to push it. like he's not coming back from the bbq asking when it's yall's turn, and i say that bc he's on the fence about it for so long. so i think he takes you not bringing it up as like......okay maybe it really isn't a good idea 🥺 but if years go by and nothing is said, then i think he might bite the bullet and force himself to ask LOL WAAHHH HE'S SO COMPLICATED
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cookinguptales · 11 months
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wah I wanna write but my fingers are just slightly out of joint and I keep making typos
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// gore (under cut) , eye trauma xwo , slight eye strain maybe
[standard Hollybreeze stuff lmao]
hello and welcome to my yearly redraw of Under My Skin! it's spooky season and if I have to deal with unreality so does Hollypaw(don't think about that too hard)
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time taken: 8h 31m(holy shit)
ocs: Hollypaw/breeze, Bearpaw(implied)
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version 3(this one)
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anruraiocht · 3 months
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It is with care that Ethlyn approaches Miranda to offer her a taste of the main course of the feast. Their last meeting had not gone smoothly at all but Ethlyn still holds Ulster’s princess dearly in her heart. Even if Miranda may not wish to have anything to do with her, Ethlyn still owes her her deepest thanks.
“I can’t tell you how glad I am that you decided to come.” Ethlyn offers a soft smile as she offers a platter displayed with a variety of finely roasted poultry meats, cooked in a traditional Chalphy style of one-within-the-other. The skin of the turkey is crispy, and the fats from the duck have marinated both the chicken within and the turkey without. There are cloves and lemon slices studding the plate, combining to form a melange of rich flavors. The choice of which piece to take is up to the feaster – there is plenty to go around!
“If you will allow it, I would like to offer my sincerest gratitude from my family to yours. From me to you.” She bows her head, an attempt to show just how much she truly means this. “I know my words must seem awfully hollow and meaningless when set beside everything that’s happened to you. I know that it is actions that truly show how much a person cares but I will promise you this: one day I will find a way to prove it to you.”
Miranda is many things. Stubborn. Foul tempered. Haughty. A princess of little power. Oft forgotten in the grand scheme of things.
A fool, though, she is not.
She knows exactly why she is seated where she is and she resents it.
"I did not come here for you," Miranda says bluntly, stabbing her fork into the white meat. It doesn't truly matter what piece she takes, because she doesn't think she'll be able to taste it anyway. "I came because Lord Sigurd insinuated attendance was mandatory. That is all."
Her mother would have loved such an event, would have cooed over how tall Leif had become and teased over how Ethlyn had never told her what a beauty her daughter was. She would have been delighted to find Leif and Nanna still attached at the hip and Finn watching over them as their guardian.
Her father... well, he would probably feel awkward seeing Quan again, but he would still manage to be polite. That's the kind of man he was. Compared to all of the rambunctious personalities at this gathering, he would fade into the background. He wouldn't mind too much, because the peaceful atmosphere would have brought a smile to his face regardless. Just like in the old days, Leonster and Ulster would be seated together as allies.
None of this matters, though, because her parents are not among the ghosts attending this banquet.
It does not matter what they would have done or thought, because they are dead. Whatever miracle had brought Leif's parents back to him had not done the same for Miranda. Surrounded by the entirety of the Leonster royal family and their loved ones, Miranda sits alone.
(No, not entirely alone. Sara is next to her; the only thing keeping her from leaving altogether. Nanna sits across from her as well, even if Miranda tries to avoid her gaze. Leif, seated diagonally from her, reflects the discomfort she feels like a mirror.)
She is unable to taste the poultry, but the glass of wine clenched in her hand tastes just as bitter as all the other times. It matters not that it stings and burns her throat when it's the only thing at this table she can taste.
Leonster's lady bows her head to Miranda and she knows, diplomatically speaking, how she should respond. She should smile and reassure her that everything is in the past and that what happened to her no longer mattered. Everything is fine now that (most) everyone is together again, just like in the past.
These are not the old days, though. The heirs of Leonster and Ulster are broken, fractured mirrors that don't suit this kind of event at all, hastily reassembled in the charade of nobility. Miranda has dressed up, because that is what she knows how to do. Leif has dressed down, because that is what he knows how to do.
But neither of them knows how to navigate a relationship that shouldn't exist.
"Lady Ethlyn, my family has fed your son and now your family has fed me. That is as far as I wish for your concern for me to go."
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angorwhosebabyisthis · 3 months
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argh. i sorely miss writing as much as i used to, but the flow of it feels all wrong since i started having to do it exclusively on mobile and it sucks. maybe it's just time-and-distance-from-old-works goggles, but it feels like there's a noticeable difference for the worse since my hands went fuck and i hate how clumsy my writing looks to me now.
granted, maybe part of that is because i haven't written nearly as much in a long time and i just need to get back on the horse and shake off some rust, but man. doesn't feel good. i miss keyboards so much. :(
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1ouis · 5 months
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