#it was rare i was there

[c6nrad]

❝TIME WON’T FLY, IT’S LIKE I’M PARALYZED BY IT.❞

All Too Well — Taylor Swift

#help #i am not okay #it was rare i was there #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #lucy gray x coriolanus #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x reader #taylor swift #the eras tour #all too well #katniss and peeta #peeta mellark #the hunger games peeta #thgedit #thg series #thg #the hunger games #the hunger games katniss #katniss everdeen

[oops-ididit]

if i ever had amnesia, i think the first thing i’d do would be read all the fics i have bookmarked on ao3. getting a second chance to read them for the first time? sign me up.

#ao3 stuff #harry potter #drarry #draco malfoy #wolfstar #jegulus #rosekiller #dorlene #marlily #marylily #pandalily #all the young dudes #crimson rivers #fuck being friends #best friends brother #whatever happened to the young young lovers #it was rare i was there #kill your darlings #pink lemonade #to make it better #evitative #the heir to the house of prince

[goddessofmischief]

Hey, thanks for tagging :) I am 34, so the "old men" are not so old to me and quite frankly, watching Shanks, Buggy and Mihawk in OPLA is feeling like coming home to old friends back from 20 years ago. (I was crushing on Shanks and Buggy so much...😅) So I thought, maybe you could write something where fem!reader already knows them and has a soft spot for each of them, since back when they were flirting and making fun when they were young. Now as adults they meet again and the chemistry is still there.

I remember one of my stories from back then. I was jealous of mermaids, because all the pirates got stupid once they're around, and a drunk Shanks said: "nah, you wouldn't like to be one; You'd be missing slamming doors and Buggy would drown on daily basis just to say hi-." Both Buggy and Reader: "shut up! So not true!". Just like young stupids are... :)

Anyways, thanks for your writing and I can't wait to read more about the "get-shit-done"-squad Mihawk, Shanks and Buggy

     — MERMAIDS (YOUNG SHANKS X READER, YOUNG BUGGY X READER)

A/N: Hope this is alright: since your formal request was so in line with what the theme of the series will be anyway, I used the excerpt of your line as basis for this particular fic. All credit of course goes to you for coming up with the lines and the idea. On a personal note, I just want to say how much I respect that you were an OG fic writer and still have interest in and love for these characters. Welcome home.

...

You would have believed that you had been at sea for years, until Buggy reminded you that it had only been weeks.

Granted, this is how he reminded you:

"It's been wee-eks," Buggy whined, stretching out on his hammock. Shanks was collapsed against the wall, fingers knotted together, eyes not really focused on any particular place.

And you? You were lying on the floor, gazing up at the wooden ceiling, wondering if it would be a good idea to leave the cabin and see the stars.

Being on the ship for weeks was highly irregular for your crew. Great captain he was, Roger knew he could only keep this ragtag group sane if they stepped onto shore and ate an orange every once in awhile. This concern was triply inflated by the fact that he had three young adults onboard who became very antsy if they had to stay in one place for too long. Your patience certainly rivaled Buggy's or even Shanks', but even you had your limit, and you had met it long ago.

The ship would have planned to make port nearly a week before, but the World Government was closer to finding you than ever. It was simply too dangerous.

You soon learned how your friends reacted to a situation such as this. Shanks had retreated mostly into silence, with exception of the odd joke or attempt at conversation, and Buggy had decided he blamed you both somehow for this situation and that any words exchanged with either of you would only be of the complaining nature.

"I know, Bugs," said Shanks, and you were surprised to hear him answer Buggy's complaint. You exchanged glances with him, then turned back to Buggy.

"Let's go outside, yeah?" you suggested. "Do something fun."

"Everyone's outside," Buggy complained. "They've been yelling over something for hours."

"And you didn't think that was important to mention, Bugs?" Shanks asked, irritably. Buggy shrugged.

...

The thing that had sparked such interest in the crew was simply that, as your ship had sailed very far into the deepest waters, much farther than usual, you had sailed into a home of mermaids. Extremely dangerous, and the crew knew it.

It did not negate their interest whatsoever, though.

Pirates get stupid when mermaids are around. It is a core trait of pirates and no less than a sacred tenet of piracy itself. More than a few decent men have been seduced to the sea by the very concept of mermaids, and to that end, the idea of finding one.

Shanks and Buggy were no exception.

You had never really taken the care to notice how they behaved with girls. Their flirting was of no interest to you, and so you didn't bother to surveil it. But it came to your attention now that they had terribly different styles: namely, that Buggy was mostly content to sit and watch from the edge of the deck, and Shanks was more interested in yelling, waving, and nearly falling off the boat.

Granted, by this time, alcohol had become involved, and all bets were off.

Despite all the excitement, the first in weeks, Shanks had begun to notice how quiet you'd become. He approached you, somewhat cautiously, hoping you wouldn't react with a retort or a threat.

"You okay?"

You nodded, staring at the drink you held.

"You sure?"

You shrugged, whispering something under your breath that Shanks struggled to hear.

"What's that?"

You spoke again, slightly more than a whisper, but Shanks heard it all the same.

"...I wish I was a mermaid."

"You wish you were a mermaid?" He repeated loudly, almost outraged. You shushed him, and he just laughed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just... nah, you wouldn't like to be one. You'd be missing... slamming doors, and Buggy would drown himself on a daily basis just to say hi-"

"Shut up!" you giggled. "So not true!"

"And then, of course, there'd be all the pirates. I wouldn't like sharing you with them."

"I'm a pirate. You're a pirate."

"I'm a different sort of pirate. And you're barely a pirate at all."

You shrank back, inexplicably hurt by Shanks' drunken offhand insult.

"I'm as much of a pirate as you."

"Of course you are. I didn't mean that. Not like that. I mean, you're just... you're very careful, you're much too good for us. You're not messy or mean like the rest of us are."

"What do you think I am, then?"

"A princess," he blurted out, and you tried not to laugh. "I've always thought so."

"Always?"

"Mhm. The whole time."

You studied Shanks' face, seeing him in a new light that you'd never glimpsed anyone in before. Had he always been this cute, or charming, or kind?

Well, it didn't matter if he always had been, because he was now, and before you had given much thought to it at all you were pushing his straw hat back and he was meeting your lips in a kiss, your first, his first.

"You're a terribly nice pirate," you mumbled.

"You're a terribly beautiful princess," he replied.

You both parted awkwardly, staring at each other with confused half-smiles and resigning to focusing your attentions back on the ocean. For now, it was merely a strange evening, a shooting star, but later on, you would remember that night as the precise moment you began to love Red-Haired Shanks.

And Buggy, watching from across the ship, would remember that night as the second time a deep knot of resentment grew in his chest, one that would only become larger with time. The first time had been as a child, when Shanks had done something exceptionally well where Buggy had failed, and Roger placed his famous straw hat onto his head.

The second time was tonight, because of you.

taglist: @sawendel @twinklesnake

#shanks x reader #shanks #buggy #buggy x reader #buggy opla #one piece live action #it was rare i was there #IWRIWT #live action buggy #shanks x you #red haired shanks

[riacte]

Do you remember when MCC11 came along and every hermit fan was simply so excited? False had a two win streak and was looking to continue it, Grian was seeking a win after his Dreamslayer high, 3/4 of the Blue Bats returned (and H whined about being replaced), they even got the Bdubs faces for Halloween, the start of Fruit+Grian (calling him Fruity B)… that era was electric. And remember when H, the “excluded” one, got into Dodgebolt? And then in MCC12, the Lime hermit + Fruit team also got into Dodgebolt and lost?

The stretch from MCC9-13 was the peak for me honestly from a hermit fan pov. Even post September, we got Grian’s journey to victory and Pearl getting into Dodgebolt, plus the beginning of Fruit + hermit teams (kinda rare now lol) and even the beginning of Pizzacrust. And the entire community was so excited during the break! MCC Reddit’s finest moment! Nonexistent Christmas Blue9 reunion! From 9 to 13, only one MCC didn’t have a hermit in its Dodgebolt! That was so crazy ahahahahaha

#mcc #i am being a grandma on my porch #it was rare i was there

[daughterofcainnnn]

me every waking second

#im mentally ill #im going insane #it was rare i was there #not relatable #relationship #romance #female insanity #female rage

[iwannabeacowboylikeme]

some days you just feel like the outro to all too well ten minute version

#it was rare i was there #etc

[dolittlephd]

and what if the folklore dress is blue

#then i end it all #taylor swift #the eras tour #1989 tv #IT WAS RARE I WAS THERE #I WILL REMEMBER THIS ALL TOO WELL

[lysolbabey]

happy november 5th everyone i am logging onto tumblr for the first time today and not planning on geting off until i am personally sent to super mega gay hell

#mega gay hell #nov 5th #it was rare i was there #destiel

[coralreeferband]

#it was rare I was there #zoom way out in the top right corner and you would see me

[herhopeistreacherous]

Hi! I’m Lily aka herhopeistreacherous (she/her). I live in the PNW, work in entertainment, and play lots of video games. I’ve been on Tumblr since 2010 and I have the brain rot to prove it. You may have sensed from the theme of my blog, but I actually also like Taylor Swift. Could you tell?

While I certainly post lots of Taylor, here are some of my other interests that often pop up on my blog:

- Legend of Zelda (played Link’s Awakening, SS, BOTW, & TOTK)

- Assassin’s Creed (played 2, Brotherhood, Revelations, & 3)

- The Sims (played 1, 2, & 4)

- Stardew Valley

- Twilight Saga

- The Hunger Games

- boygenius (I am queer as hell)

- Conan Gray

- Olivia Rodrigo

- Sports (NFL/Seahawks, Mariners, other Seattle teams… not the Huskies)

- Gilmore Girls

- Brooklyn 99

- Otters (I just really like otters)

- Cats (see above)

Expect to see those things sprinkled in amongst the Taylor Swift, along with things I find pretty, interesting, funny, or important. Why am I explaining this? You know how a blog works.

What you don’t know is important tags I use! Here you go: personal, I wrote this, i dont know when i became a twilight blog, i used to be a glee blog, those adorable gilmore girls, botw, totk, it was rare I was there, thg, assassin’s creed

Previous URLs: atleastshestrying, lilyamongthethorns, yougavemelilys, lilyceleste

Side Blog: lovelettersfromlily.

Have I mentioned Taylor Swift yet? What about that one time she sent me Christmas presents? Check out my tag Swiftmas for the wildest story of my life. I use the tag Taylor Swift very inconsistently so if you don’t like her… I just really don’t recommend being here.

I want to make it abundantly clear: this space is not for TERFs, you are not welcome here.

Trans folks: here’s a consensual forehead kiss. I love you I love you I love you.

#personal #i dont know when i became a twilight blog #botw #those adorable gilmore girls #it was rare i was there #totk #thg #I used to be a glee blog #swiftmas #I wrote this #assassin's creed

[separatist-apologist]

His eyes were on her before she was close enough to speak. Could he scent her fear? “Mother says we owe you a copper mark.”

Lucien’s lips curled into a smile. “Ah. You liked the dress, then?”

“If I had known, I would have told you not to spend so much on it,” she said just a shade too defensively.

“And risk not seeing you wear it?” he replied, leaning forward with interest. “Did you try it on?”

“Not yet,” she admitted. “I…I didn’t want to mess it up.”

“Impossible,” he dismissed, swinging easily back to the ground. His boots slammed to the earth heavily, practically shaking the world around them.

Jes couldn’t move as he approached her, eyes locked on his perfect, handsome face. 

“Your mark,” she whispered, holding it between them.

“Keep it,” Lucien murmured. “It was your mother who did me a favor.”

“How?”

He reached out his broad hand for one of her curls, holding it lightly between his fingers. “I wanted to give you something you had to accept.”

Jes couldn’t help her spluttering laugh. “Lucien!”

“Ah, there it is,” he grinned. “Lucien. I was wondering if I'd ever hear my name on your lips. That is payment enough.”

“It is hardly payment at all!” she protested, trying to push that coin into his hand. 

“A kiss, then?” Lucien asked her, his words far too sensual to be playful. Jes’s breath caught in her throat.

“And you’ll take the copper mark?”

“For a kiss? I’ll take anything you offer.”

“A foolish bargain, even for you,” she teased. “What if I offered you death?”

“What a way to go,” he murmured, still holding that piece of hair in his hands. “Do you accept?”

“One kiss for this coin?” she clarified. Lucien’s eyes burned as he nodded, that familiar intensity returning to his features. Standing beneath a moonless sky, witnessed only by the swaying whisper of the trees, Jesminda thought it was safe enough. She would kiss his rough stubbled cheek, give him the copper mark, and run home before she gave in to her daydreams. Jes had to surge upwards on her tiptoes to reach him, hands steady at her sides. Lucien tracked every movement the way a predator might, his broad chest utterly still.

She had all but reached his skin when he turned his head, fingers threading through her hair, and pressed his lips to hers. All her carefully held control snapped the moment she inhaled the salt of his skin and tasted the masculine bent of his mouth. Lucien groaned, fingers knotted in her hair while his other gripped her hip to pull her into his body. 

If she’d been smart, she might have ended things right there. It was still perfectly chaste, still well within the bounds of one kiss. His tongue darted, sliding against the seam of her lips and instinctively her lips parted to let him in as her own arms snaked around his neck.

The bargain between them was satisfied but they were not. She sighed, meeting his tongue between their lips to taste him deeper, pressing herself against the length of him. She’d imagined this moment since they met, had wondered what it would be like to kiss not Lord Vanserra, but wild, wonderful Lucien. 

Fevered and nearly frenzied, Jes matched him kiss for kiss, each sliding into the next until his back was pushed up against the tree he’d been reclining in, chasing his taste, his touch, his scent. She was at risk of losing herself on the forest floor, of begging him to rut her like an animal. Already, Jes could feel proof of his want lodged against the bone of her hip though unlike other males, Lucien didn’t assault her with the knowledge or grind against her. It was merely there the way any other part of him was. He seemed more fascinated to touch her hair, her face, her shoulders while she ran desperate, needy hands up and down his chest.

Jes broke the kiss, stumbling backwards. She fished the copper mark out of her dress pocket with a trembling, sweaty hand. “Here,” she whispered, blinking rapidly as she tried to temper her desire. Lucien was duty bound by the bargain to accept, his back still pressed to the tree trunk. He slid the coin into his pants, eyes never leaving her face.

“I…” “Don’t,” she said quickly, afraid he was about to apologize. She wasn’t sorry and couldn’t stand the thought of him ruining the moment with his Lordly manners or his insistence the kiss had been a mistake. “I’ll see you around, Lucien.”

He shuddered, eyes closing for a moment. She turned her back though instinct told her not to, that he was a predator and would track her down.

“Jes!” he called after her retreating form. “Will I see you at the festival?”

She looked over her shoulder, back to the wild male she knew she couldn’t stay away from—wouldn’t stay away from. Maybe he belonged to the nobility. 

But he belonged to the trees, too, just the same as her. 

“You will,” she agreed. Lucien nodded, taking a gulp of air.

“Good. I might die if I don’t.” Jes held his gaze for only a moment. 

“I might, too.”

#it was rare i was there #they make me sad #lucien x jesminda #late night ramblings #lucien vanserra

[spectralsleuth]

Reblog and put your rare pair in the tags/comments! I want to see the depths people will go to create, for the most random two characters in the most obscure media.

#poll #fanfiction #writing #ao3 #my answer is 4 i am curious if anyone can beat that #rare pair #fic #rare pair in question is Iron Bull/Carver Hawke just ftr #unhinged

[goddessofmischief]

      RUNNING SCARED, I WAS THERE (YOUNG SHANKS X MIHAWK X READER)

A/N: This is part of this series, which requests are open for! These fics are all one-shots, so they can be read separately. Also, I highly recommend listening to the song linked in the title while you read.

It was the twilight eve of the execution of Gol D. Roger, and sadness ruled your heart, body and soul.

The crew had disbanded, scattering themselves to the seas with little more than fond good-byes. Roger had turned himself in three days earlier. There had been a trial - a rushed, convoluted sham of a trial that you hated every second of, but it didn't matter anymore. At least there would be an end to his suffering.

And at least Buggy and Shanks were with you. Small blessings. You knew that Garp had no real interest in persecuting a bunch of kids like yourselves, but hanging out on a pirate ship in the harbor seemed to be an unwise action all the same. So you'd booked three rooms at a nearby inn, close to the town square, and been disheartened to see that the inn was almost filled with out-of-towners thrilled to witness such a historical event.

Buggy got settled in his room, while Shanks sat down on the bed in yours.

"It's strange," he said. "All of this."

You nodded, unable to look at him.

"Hey, we're going to be fine. You know that, right?"

"I know," you said, and then there was a sudden banging at the door.

You and Shanks exchanged glances, and his hand rested on the sword at his side. The door thundered again.

Gripping your pistol, you approached the door, opening it the smallest crack, and trying not to show surprise at the face that greeted you.

"...Mihawk?"

"I heard that Roger would be executed," said Mihawk, out of breath. "I returned to witness. I had to see you."

"I don't care."

"Please let me come in. I know what I did was terrible. It was terrible. But you have to know that it's not because of lack of love for you, I do love-"

You swung the door all the way open, letting Mihawk in. As you did, you pressed your finger to his lips.

"I don't want to hear it," you said, shaking your head. "Roger dies tomorrow. I'm not interested in exploring what happened between us. It doesn't matter anymore."

"Please-"

Shanks appeared behind you, arm looped around your waist.

"Out, Hawk-Eye," Shanks cautioned, "Or I'll duel you for real this time."

Mihawk stared at you, lip trembling a bit. You had never seen him show so much emotion before.

"Please," he stated again. You were silent. Shanks stared him down.

After a moment, he nodded, did a small bow in your direction, and walked out.

Shanks groaned, turning back to his room.

After a moment of consideration, you stared at the hallway where Mihawk had left, and ran after him.

"Mihawk, wait," you called out, and he turned around immediately, a smile ghosting over his face. "Look, I... what you did hurt me. It did hurt me. But it doesn't matter now. All of this... has made me realize what's important."

"...I'm so glad," he said, trying to speak around the lump in his throat. "Truly."

You smiled, pulling something out of your pocket. He realized with a pang that it was your wedding ring, the one he'd designed for you. You handed it back to him, leaving it in the palm of his hand.

"We were much too young to be married anyway. You were right."

Mihawk nodded, closing his fingers around the ring.

"Would you accept my proposal, again, if we were older?"

"If you asked again... when we are older... I may consider it."

He nearly blushed.

"May we part as friends?" Mihawk offered, hopefully. "I know I do not deserve that much, but-"

"Yes," you agreed softly, reaching your hand out to him. "Friends."

Friends.

You made your way back down the hallway, hesitating in front of two doors: yours, or Shanks. You twisted the doorknob on his, wondering if he had left it unlocked for you.

He had.

"Hey," he called out sleepily, sounding completely unsurprised. "You alright?"

You nodded, twisting your hands.

"I don't want to be alone. Do you?"

"No," he said, and the night faded to black.

...

When Shanks got up that morning, he thought of the last time he'd spoken to Roger. Just the two of them.

"It's yours," Roger said. "Our ship. You're the oldest. You're the one who has to look after them. Keep them from killing each other. Keep Buggy from killing you."

Shanks was at a loss for words, and could only bow his head in gratitude.

"One more thing," said Roger. "Another gift and a confession. I never married the woman I loved. I never will."

Shanks could see the toll this was taking on the older man, could see the grief drawn across his face. Roger took something out of a drawer and held it out to Shanks.

"This is Rouge's ring. Now it's yours."

"I don't understand."

"You don't have to, Shanks. All I'm saying is that if there is a girl, one day... and you don't want to let her slip through your fingers... you have this."

Roger held the ring out again, which was strung from a loose chain. Shanks bent his head, and Roger draped the ring over his shoulders. Shanks tucked it under his clothes, where it could lie unseen, and wait.

Shanks knew then that he had so much to say to Roger, too much, and there would not be enough time, not even if he had a thousand years. He wanted to tell him everything, and have Roger tell him what to do in return. But he couldn't.

"Thank you," Shanks managed, and then he felt he had said enough.

...

It was a warm day with clouds when the crowd huddled in to view the execution.

You clung to Shanks' arm, your hand shielding your eyes, while Buggy stood several paces behind you. Mihawk was somewhere in the crowd, too, watching, wearing a new coat - new, at least, to you - embroidered with amaryllis flowers. You had thought to go and stand beside him, but you realized this felt much more right. Shanks had never abandoned you. You were sure, in that moment, he never would.

"It's about to happen," Shanks murmured.

"Oh," you whispered, just 'oh.' You had seen people die, but never someone you loved.

You buried your face in Shanks' shoulder, unable to face these jeering, spectating people around you, gleefully witnessing the pain and destruction and ruination of your lives.

But wait, a pause. And it was then that Roger uttered those words, that speech, the thing that incited the Great Pirate Era. The thing that broke the world, and made you proud.

And then, as the previously laughing crowd stampeded away around you, desperately taking to the water like fish, the act was done.

Roger was gone. A sin had been committed by the world today that could not be forgiven. The sky had, fittingly, turned dark and rainy.

"Let's go home," Shanks said, quietly, and it was then you realized that your face was still buried in his shoulder. He didn't attempt to dislodge you.

"I don't know where home is."

"Course you do. It's in the harbor now."

The Oro Jackson, Roger's ship, the ship you had lived on for the past decade. Why didn't it feel like home, like it had before? Because everyone was gone?

Not everyone. Not Shanks, and not Buggy.

Mihawk, you realized, was still planted where he had stood before, unable to dislodge his gaze from you.

"Hey, Hawk-Eyes," Shanks called out, beginning to steer you towards the ship. "You heading out?"

"Yes," he said, clearing his throat. "Yes, I should be going."

Mihawk nodded to you as Shanks wrapped his coat around your shoulders.

"We'll see each other again," you whispered, tears pricking your eyes. "I believe that."

He gave you a rare smile, and then he was gone.

taglist:

@sawendel @twinklesnake @literaturewithliz @sordidmusings @foggyturtleknightangel @toertchen @96jnie @lunanight1021

#mihawk x reader #it was rare i was there #shanks #buggy #shanks x reader #buggy x reader #mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk #shanks x you #buggy the clown

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

Of the 19 hijackers who carried out the Sept 11 attacks:

15 were from Saudi Arabia (a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

2 were from the United Arab Emirates (also a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

1 was from Egypt, 1 from Lebanon.

None of the hijackers were from Iraq.

None of the Sept 11 hijackers were Iraqi.

None of the 9/11 hijackers were from Iraq.

#9/11 #serious post #not a shitpost #this should be one of the first things kids learn when they learn about the 9/11 attacks #politics #this is just...it's such an essential and brazen fact and i rarely see basic outrage over it #i want outrage. i want fury. i want disgust over the way fundamental facts are disguised and discarded and downplayed #because there are things we should KNOW. basic fact we should ALL KNOW. and they are tucked away in the footnotes. #and no this is NOT to put the blame on other middle eastern countries #we know this was carried out by a specific terrorist organization not a national government #but King George the Second decided (and was encouraged by his cabinet!) to invade a nation! #a nation that was not at all related or responsible!!! #a dictatorship to be sure--but a dictatorship that King George the First had been happy to support #so what changed? why did we go in guns blazing to DEMOLISH a country *we had NO PLANS OF REPAIRING*??? #well. because they wanted a villain didn't they. a nice clean war. clarity of purpose. us the heroes against them the villains #and when you're in that mindframe--truth is irrelevant. you can pick your villain (your victim) by rolling a roulette wheel #truth is irrelevant #worse: to the people in charge #truth is a HINDRANCE #'Alternative facts' existed long before it became a catchphrase #facts don't matter. truth doesn't matter. the impulses of a handful of volatile & rich & power-high people--that's History. congratulations

[daughterofcainnnn]

favourite taylor swift song?

oooof. tough question.

i'd probably sayyy... All Too Well (10 Minute Version) because i slightly relate to it and its my go-to song whenever i just need a good cry or emotional outlet.

i reaaally love that song. it means a lot to me.

thanks for the question baby ♡

#taylor swift #all too well #song lyrics #eras tour #the eras tour #joe alwyn #taylor swizzle #swifties #all too well 10 min version #all too well 10 minutes #fall aesthetic #autumn #i remember it all too well #it was rare i was there #i was there #sacred prayer i was there #pop music #sad music #popular songs #travis kelce

[daisywords]

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

#idk what to tag this #worldbuilding #writing fiction #historical fiction #fantasy #a real-life example: my dad (a pediatrician) was once entrusted with the care of a baby who was born with a rare condition #this was in a place without great hospital/medical access and anyway they were going to fly the baby over #and he specifically asked them to bring the mother and baby #they show up with baby and...the baby's uncle #and he was like. y'all. do you think I asked for the mom to come just for fun??? We don't have formula here. what is the baby going to eat?