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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Alcina is a motherly vampire bat (Batcina AU) part 2

Here's part two up and squared away. Let's get into it!

You and your mama are inseparable. You've come to depend on her completely, and you love her so much. She's all you've ever wanted.

One evening, as she gets you ready for bed and begins to feed you, she tells you that tomorrow will be a very special day.

"Mama has a surprise for you, my darling." She says softly after you have been eating for a few minutes.

Your eyes widen at this. "A present?!" You ask excitedly.

Alcina giggles at how cute you are and nuzzles her face on your head. "No, draga... You will be meeting your other siblings." She reveals.

Your mouth hangs open. Your mama has other babies? Are they bats like her? Are they going to like you?!

Alcina can see the panic in your eyes as you process the news. She gently purrs and wraps you tighter in her wings to comfort you. "I know, draga. This is a lot to take in." She says. "They will love you, my darling. There's no need to worry." She tells you.

Your mama's voice is so confident and sure. She wouldn't mislead you... There must really not be anything to worry about. You nod and breathe out a bit in relief.

"But, there is one thing you should know, draga. Nothing bad." Alcina prefaces.

You look up at her in confusion.

"It's just... Hmm. It's difficult to explain to a human, but... Your oldest sister, Bela, is going to have her own baby very soon." Alcina says, unable to keep the joy off of her face as she thinks about becoming a grandmother. "She... Might be a little touchy-feely with you. It's just the way mama bats react to being around another baby." She says and gently licks your face, making you laugh. "You won't mind if she wants to cuddle with you, will you?" Alcina asks.

You grin. If one of your siblings wants to snuggle with you... You'd be honored. "No!" You happily answer.

Alcina giggles, but remembers something. You are very particular when it comes to grooming, so she feels she needs to caution you. "Now, she might want to clean you as well. Is that okay too?" She asks.

You quirk an eyebrow. "Sleeping?" You ask. You hate to be woken up by grooming.

Alcina chuckles at your question. "No, baby. You'll be awake." She answers.

You nod at this. "Okay." You shrug.

Alcina can't help but laugh at your easy answer. You are such a good baby. "I'm proud of you, draga." She praises. "Well then, if you finish your dinner, mama will sing you a song." Alcina tempts.

Your eyes sparkle. You love when she sings for you. You eagerly latch on again and Alcina smiles contentedly as she begins to sing you a lullaby.

Your eyes quickly close at her beautiful voice.

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You awaken from your sleep the next morning as Alcina kisses your face. "Good morning, my love." Alcina gently says.

You yawn and stretch before you grin up at her.

"Your sisters will be here shortly." She says with a jubilant smile. She's so excited to introduce you to the girls. Her whole family together. It makes her heart soar with love. "Can mama feed you?" She asks.

Your tummy growls in hunger and you nod eagerly.

Alcina happily feeds you and tells you more about your sisters as you eat.

Bela is the oldest and she loves to learn. Cassandra is in the middle and she is an excellent hunter. And finally, Daniela is the youngest of the three. She loves to laugh. They all sound amazing. You are so ready to meet them.

Once you finish your breakfast, Alcina normally grooms you, but... She has a suspicion that Bela will immediately want to do the honors so she decides to wait.

Alcina rocks you as she thinks about all of the amazing things happening in her life. She has her beautiful daughters, a grandchild on the way... And a brand new little baby to take care of. She is so grateful.

Eventually, Alcina's ears perk up. She hears three sets of wings flapping as her daughters get closer. "Here they come, draga." Alcina says, beaming.

You begin to wriggle in excitement.

Alcina carefully wraps you in your blankets and places a kiss on your head before standing to her full height beside you.

Finally, three new bats enter the cave. Your eyes widen. They're almost as big as Alcina, meaning they are still much larger than you.

Alcina squeals delightedly and goes to hug them.

All three of the girls happily embrace her.

The little chittering noises they all make seem so happy. You smile at the reunion.

After Alcina has had time to greet each daughter, their eyes are instantly on you. Your tiny heartbeat is very noticeable to them.

The red colored bat- Daniela -Flaps her wings enthusiastically as she looks at you. "Well, who is-" She tries to say before the blonde bat- Bela -immediately interrupts.

"A baby!" Bela says, elated. She quickly makes her way over to you and picks you up in her wings, holding you close. You are a bit shocked at this reaction, but she is so soft... Actually, a little softer than Alcina (If that's even possible). You melt into her hold. She buries her face in your hair, breathing in your scent, before easily grabbing your collar in her mouth and flying you to the back of the cave.

The brown bat- Cassandra -Begins to protest. "Hey, let us see, Bela! Don't hog the little human!" She tells her.

Bela just wraps you tighter in her wings and turns to her sister with a dark look on her face. She growls in warning. Her instincts are going crazy knowing that there's a baby in the cave and she's not letting you go.

Cass quickly takes the hint and backs off with a scared expression. She's never seen Bela so possessive.

Alcina chuckles at her middle daughter. She'll explain everything to her and Dani soon, but away from you and Bela. She suggests that the three of them go hunting while Bela watches you.

The two nod eagerly.

Alcina calls out that she loves you and Bela before they all fly off for a while.

Now that you and Bela are alone, Alcina's earlier prediction is proven correct. The oldest daughter quickly begins to clean you.

You can tell that she doesn't have quite as much experience as Alcina with tongue baths, but she's trying her best to be thorough.

Once Bela is satisfied with her work, she pulls back to look at you. Her primal need to mark you has been sated and she can focus on other things now. "Hello, little one." She says gently.

You smile shyly and wave at her. "I'm Y/N." You introduce yourself.

Bela coos at how sweet you are. "I'm Bela." She tells you. "How did you get all the way up here?" She asks.

Your face goes red at this. You couldn't tell her that you originally came up here to try and... "Defeat" your mama. It's so stupid as you look back on it. What exactly did you think you were going to be able to do, anyway? In any case, you're too little to verbalize what you are thinking, so you settle for one word. "Mama." You say quietly.

Bela smiles knowingly. "I had a feeling you were my mother's new baby." She says. "Welcome to the family, little one."

This makes you blush. Bela is so kind. You know you'll grow to love her soon enough. You examine your new sister and notice that Bela's tummy is much larger and warmer than your mama's. You curiously run your hands along her belly. There's a baby bat in there? That's so amazing.

"Oh, that's my baby, little one." Bela says tenderly as she looks at your awestruck face. "I'm sure you two will get along very nicely." She grins.

You're thrilled at this. You bounce and point at her tummy. "When?" You ask, eager to meet the baby.

Bela smiles and laughs. "Just a few more weeks." She answers.

Your eyes go wide in surprise and you pout. That long? That's gonna be, like, forever!

Bela giggles at the crestfallen look on your face. "They'll be here before you know it, Y/N." She promises.

You look into her eyes and whimper. "Now." You say, unable to curb your disappointment as tears well up in your eyes. You don't understand why you can't meet the baby.

Bela chuckles sadly at your dismay. "Oh, It's going to be alright, little one. Once the baby is born, I'll bring them for a visit, okay?" She tells you with a smile. Your precious plea is so cute. She nuzzles her face against yours and wraps her wings around you as she purrs.

Bela sounds different than your mama, but you quickly decide that you love the higher pitch of her purrs as well.

You soon nod and snuggle in her fur again, taking comfort in her soft presence.

Bela is already smitten with you. She completely understands why her mother decided to adopt you. The two of you cuddle for a little longer before you both hear Alcina approaching.

"Hello, my loves." Alcina greets.

As much as Bela wants to keep you with her, she knows that Alcina is your mama, so she kisses your little head and lets you go.

You happily embrace Alcina when she comes closer and she gently rubs your cheek with her wing. "Hi, baby." She says. "I see you two have gotten to know each other." She says lovingly as she looks at you and Bela.

"We have, mother." Bela tells her, smiling. "Um... Sorry for being so... You know." Bela says bashfully.

Alcina smirks. "I understand, my love. Y/N is just too cute." She says and nuzzles her face against your hair.

You and Bela laugh at this before you hear Dani and Cass enter the cave again.

Oh, right... Two more sisters to meet. You hope they are as nice to you as Bela...

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"Is mommy Bela still being scary?" Dani says playfully as Cass laughs.

Bela sticks her tongue out at her sisters.

"Girls, leave your sister alone. You won't understand until you have little ones of your own." Alcina softly commands.

Cass pouts at this, but Dani is too excited to get a better look at you to care much about Alcina's admonishment. She comes over and holds her wings out to you. "Can I have a hug, Y/N?" Dani asks.

You nod your head emphatically and make your way over to her.

The youngest squeals as she hugs you and presses kisses on your head. "So cute! I might have to keep you for myself." She says.

"Nice try, draga. You'll have to get your own, though." Alcina grins, making everyone giggle.

Once Dani lets you go, you look over to Cass timidly. She seems a little more intimidating... However, as soon as you two lock eyes, Cass wordlessly opens her wings to you with a smile.

You quickly hurry towards her and she picks you up. She sniffs you before chuckling. "Geez, Bela. Did you drool all over them? They smell more like you than... You do!" She teases.

Bela's face becomes hot at this. "There is nothing wrong with doing things thoroughly." She tries to defend herself.

Alcina hums sadly at Bela's embarrassment. "It will get easier, my darling. You're more than welcome to keep practicing on Y/N until the baby's here." She jokes playfully, and wraps her wing around her oldest.

"Really?!" Bela asks, not realizing her mother was kidding.

Cass is too busy nuzzling you to notice what just happened, but Dani laughs. "Wow, you must need all the help you can get, Bela!" She says, cracking up.

Bela's dignity is just about non-existent at this point. Her sisters can fluster her more than anybody.

Alcina shoots Dani a warning glare and the youngest immediately decides that you are much more interesting to focus on at the moment. She and Cass start asking you questions as Alcina turns back to Bela.

Alcina kisses Bela's cheek. "You can try to bathe Y/N again if you want to." She says. "But, you should know that they can only take so much at a time. Y/N doesn't quite understand why we groom our babies so much."

Bela groans as she realizes how desperate she must look. "Thank you, mother. Do you think they will mind too much?" She asks sheepishly.

Alcina grins. "Trust me, draga. Y/N will tell you when they want you to stop." She says with a fond smile. She remembers when she learned that grooming is definitely not a favorite of yours. You made sure to voice your displeasure.

Bela smiles gratefully. "Thank you, mother. I'm just extremely nervous." She says and looks down as she softly rubs her belly with her wing.

Alcina smirks. "You act as if I wasn't completely terrified when you three were born."

This gets Bela to laugh.

Alcina turns to her other daughters. "Now, Cassandra and Daniela. Why don't you both finish hunting? Bela and I need some time to chat." Alcina says.

"Can we take Y/N?!" Cass asks excitedly.

"No. They're too little. And we need them here anyway. Have a good hunt, my loves." Alcina dismisses them.

Cass and Dani look at each other in confusion before hurriedly flying off.

"Come here, Y/N." Alcina calls to you.

You make your way back over and your mama picks you up.

Alcina spends a healthy chunk of time demonstrating and showing Bela the best ways to clean you before letting her daughter try to bathe you again herself.

You decide to suck up the discomfort of excessive grooming for Bela's sake. You know that she wants to be the best mama she can be.

Alcina is so proud while she watches her daughter getting the hang of cleaning you... She's also proud of you for being tolerant with the multiple tongue baths they've given you.

Not only is Alcina a great mama to you, she's so good at it that she can teach other mamas too!

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trollprincess · 24 days

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Oh, also, a couple of weeks ago my dad went down to North Carolina to see my grandma, who’s living with my aunt and her husband these days and has been starting to show signs of dementia.

Now, just to give a brief background here - my dad is her child from her first marriage with Al, my only living grandpa. They divorced when my dad was really young and my grandma married Frank. Al signed away his parental rights to Frank (it was the 50s, so), then left them alone. Al didn’t connect with us again until forty years later. Ever since Al came back into our lives, Grandma won’t show up for anything he’s at. She didn’t even come to my brother’s wedding. And she was distant from us to begin with. She seemed to like our cousin by our aunt, who’s her daughter with my grandpa Frank, better than us.

Aaaaaaanyway.

My dad goes to see her this month and he’s just sitting there in her room watching “Murder, She Wrote” with her for hours, and she spent God knows how long bitching about how Al left them. (Which … okay, fine, but he’s a good guy and he’s made mistakes and done things he thought were right that in retrospect may not have been. But she’s never said anything worse than he left.) My dad, who got this great new family out of meeting Al and still gets to have a dad after my grandpa Frank passed away, was trying to defend him.

Then my grandma stopped (thankfully) and asked, “So, do you have any kids?”

Now, my mom told me this with the expectation that … I don’t know. I’d be upset? I’m the oldest grandchild on both sides of the family. I’ve been around forty-six years at this point. She remembered my mom. Did not remember me, or my brother, who it should be mentioned was born the same week as our cousin. (This is no slight against my cousin, by the way. My cousin’s great. The fact she’s been the clear favorite for decades doesn’t make her awful.)

I’m just … I’m not upset, I’m not angry, I’m not frustrated or sad. It almost means nothing, because by now that’s the relationship she’s built with me and my brother - nothing. We decided to give Al a chance, and from that moment on we were even more of a pair of pariahs than we already were. That’s not to say she was ever mean to us. Just … if my cousin’s in the room, we don’t exist. She only talks to us about our cousin on the few times we’ve seen her.

I wish I could be sad. Teenage me could have been sad to be forgotten, even if only for a moment. But there was a certain point after college where I realized I was never going to be the grandchild of the husband she actually liked. Neither was my brother. And a lot of what got us to see her was that we got to see our grandpa Frank, who was *amazing*. He and Al would have gotten on like a roof on fire. But because of my grandma, they never got to meet.

And now my grandma is at the point where she’s asking my dad if he has kids. And I’m not shocked she’s asking it now. I’m shocked she wasn’t asking it fifteen years ago or so when she was fine, and just refusing to give a damn about either me or my brother.

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lorei-writes · 2 years

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HC: Slavic Grandma at the mansion

I need a Slavic grandma to travel through the door and live at the mansion.

General

She treats all the residents like her grandsons, and refers to them in such a manner too. (Say, if she were Polish, it'd be "wnusiu" - little grandchild).

Each day she wakes up first. She cooks. A lot. And bakes. Which is not a problem, because it's good, but she makes sure everybody eats. Seconds are obligatory.

Grandma is old. She doesn't care about the lack of electricity, she's not afraid of hard work and it worries Sebastian A LOT. Her stamina is a thing of another universe - she can only laugh at his horrified face. She raised her children, and children of her children, and outlived her husband.

Attempt to sneak food out while she's cooking and she'll slap your hand with a wooden spoon. Grandma packs a punch... Through a spoon.

Vampires? Pffft, PLEASE. THEY ARE HER GRANDCHILDREN. Stop speaking nonsense right this instant, or grandma will diss you and all your family. She spends plenty time gossiping with other grandmas, she knows all the saucy details.

You coughed once? Prepare for onion syrup. No buts, drink up, buddy.

Grandma & The Residents

She calls Le Comte handsome and asks when he'll bring some girl for dinner. It is uncertain whether she means the girl will be the dinner, or the girl will be a guest, though.

Grandma is the oldest and thus the wisest in the mansion. Purebloods? Oh, her grandsons are being impudent again, she better get them some work to do, so that they forget all about those stupid ideas.

Comte has to refer to her per Grandma. He does it. There's no winning there.

She makes an effort to put a blanket over Leonardo whenever she finds him napping somewhere.

Punishment for coming home late is helping with chores. Lipstick stains on the shirt make for laundry duty - you bet that Arthur is an expert at washing stains out now.

Each day she asks Dazai if he couldn't use door like a normal person. If he carries any dirt inside, she makes him sweep floors. In the entire mansion. On that note: NO SHOES INSIDE.

She absolutely adores Vincent. He painted some flowers for her and she has them displayed in her room. She brags to everybody about how talented he is.

Similarly, she loves Isaac, and makes sure to bake an apple pie for him every now and again.

She drags Jean out of his room and teaches him how to make pierogi. He's clumsy, but it's okay, grandma still loves him.

She loves it when Mozart plays. She doesn't remember the names of his creations, but... She could listen to him for hours. He generally makes it a point to bestow some music upon her as she hangs the laundry.

She picks the prettiest fruit and vegetables, and puts them on the side - specifically so that Sebastian can eat them. Poor boy looks like he could use some good food and rest. She's really worried about him.

Theo carries things for her. She always comments that he won't find a girl if he continues on having such harsh tongue. That being said, he calls her grandma too - the one time he used a nickname for her, she made him help in the kitchen. His arms hurt for the reminder of the day.

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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yeah so I just saw your requests open and wanted to hop in! (English its not my first language so apologies beforehand!!)

A CamiloxFem! Reader.

Reader comes from one of the most powerful families in the encanto(They're just behind the Madrigals and they're a BIG BIG family) And, ofc! Alma and Reader's Abuelo got Cami and Reader together by arranged marry. (Idk how it is spelled srry)

Soo, being the youngest cousin, daughter, grand daughter and niece Reader is SPOILED ROTTEN by everyone in her household (even outside of it since she is Alma's favorite out of all of them), BUT, reader is sweet, really, really sweet. And it doesn't match with her reputation as a spoiled little princess. At first, camilo is NOT happy. Who would want to marry a whiny and annoying person like her? (The thing is... HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW READER AT ALL, because she doesn't leave her house that often)

She wears pink in every outfit possible and she has a white fluffy ball for a cat which she pick ups in her arms all day and night. said cat its the devils spawn but she doesn't realize it. In their engagement dinner, Camilo accidentaly steps on her pastel pink-snowflake-print dress, his shoe leaves a mark and he is nervious as one can be, he expects a whole tantrum with yells and cries. (And scratches from her cat ofc) He is blatantly surprised when Reader gives him a soft smile and cleans off her clothes without even glaring at him wrong.

He blinks once, twice, even thrice before Reader says that its okay, accidents happen. After that, he is kind of guilty, since they met, Reader was nothing but nice and Cami was there, talking shit about someone he didn't even know. Few days later, Reader and Cami got super well together and are good friends even tho they will be husband and wife later in life. BUT, Reader's older brothers find out that Cami talked bad about her in the past. And guess what? They ready to fight him.

The rest is up to you! (Sorry if it is too long!)

"under all the pink"

summary:

— Abuela Madrigal has set her youngest grandson, Camilo to marry the daughter of one of the most powerful families in Encanto. Camilo isn't fond of the idea, thinking that she's just a spoiled brat but it turns out she was different under all the pink.

genre:

— aged-up & fluff

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— hello thank you for requesting, sorry it took too long, i hope you enjoy anon!

When Alma Madrigal received her first great-grandchild from Dolores, she knew that the time had come for one of her grandchildren to marry. Ever since the rebuilding of the Casita, Alma has become more mellow and understanding of her family. Though one thing that hasn't changed is her insistence on arranged marriage. Both of her daughters' marriages weren't sabotaged by her, it was only Isabela did Alma try the arranged marriage. Unfortunately, it doesn't work out for her eldest grandchild but she knew it doesn't have to be.

After some pondering, Alma decided to give arranged marriage one more shot at her oldest grandson, Camilo. The moment has arrived when he was the appropriate age to marry, also, Alma couldn't wait to stop Camilo from slumping around and avoiding responsibilities. He needed to know what it's like to live in the real world for he is no longer a teenager.

"Ah! Glad you have made it Señora Madrigal!"

Alma smiled at the old man she paid a visit to on the other side of town. She politely greeted him as the man lets her in. She has come to discuss marrying Camilo to the old man's youngest granddaughter, [Name] [Surname]. Alma has known the man for decades, she is also aware that he belongs to a powerful family such as hers. So, she decides why not? Alma and the old man talked for a few hours, settling on their agreements as the events sets in place. Camilo is to be wed to [Name] soon.

"I ought to tell my grandaughter the news later. Oh, will Camilo be alright with this decision of yours Señora?"

The old man asked. If Alma was being honest, she wasn't sure how will her grandson will react. Nevertheless, she smiles.

"He'll be fond of it"

Camilo Madrigal is not fond of the news. Alma did her best to gently drop the news to him but he reacted negatively. He was complaining, gripping his hair while pacing in circles, and his shapeshifting was out of control.

"Cálmate, nieto-"

"¡No puedo calmarme, abuela!"

"Ay, you're being dramatic, Camilo"

"Abuela, I love you, but why must you do this to me?!"

"You need to know your way in this world, nieto. You can't be stuck living in the same way!"

Alma said. Camilo huffs and crosses his arms, he understands his grandmother's point but it feels as though she was taking his freedom away. Here, he thought things would change after Mirabel saved the miracle.

"Camilo, you must understand why I'm doing this to you"

"I do! It's not like I don't like the arranged marriage, I just don't like the person I'm being married to"

Camilo admits. Alma's face displayed puzzlement. Camilo didn't like [Name]? Why? Whatever the reason is, it wasn't enough for her to call off the engagement.

"Nieto, it doesn't matter. You must marry her"

"But Abuelaaaa! She's nothing but a prissy, pink-obsessed, and pampered to the bone princesa!"

"Ay cállate, Camilo. Hurry and get dressed nicely because [Name] and her family are coming over for dinner"

Before Camilo can complain, Alma turns and leaves. The shapeshifter muttered a curse and runs a frustrated hand through his hair. He begins to think of ideas, ideas to help him ruin the engagement. He couldn't afford to get married to [Name] [Surname]! Camilo has heard of the stories swarming around town.

He heard that she liked to keep an evil cat around that would scratch anyone's face off if they dared talk crap about her. And that she liked wearing pink and expensive clothing. Camilo knew what privilege was like but he didn't abuse it. He thought she was the type to have everything fed to her with a golden spoon.

Camilo resorted to just ditching the dinner but her mother Pepa caught him climbing out his window and proceeded to give him an earful. After he was forcefully put in his best outfit by his mamá, he goes down. His cousins were preparing the table as he watched.

"You look you're going to choke somebody, primo"

Mirabel walks in. Camilo sighed as he buried his hands in his pockets, he genuinely thought he was going to be the last of his cousins to get married.

"Dios, Mira I absolutely hate it here. What if I just shapeshift into someone else and sneak out?"

" ¡Oye! Don't you dare, hermano!"

Dolores exclaimed from the kitchen, Camilo knew he shouldn't try what he just said, his sister is notorious for spilling secrets at the wrong moments, and he didn't want to cause a scene.

"Who are you getting married to anyway?"

"Señorita malcriada [Name]"

"Oh, her! Heard she's obsessed with pink"

"Tell me about it. I bet she has everything laid out for her since she was an infant. I'm talking major spoiled brat, Mirabel"

"Hey don't say that, primo"

"Why not? Everyone in town says so! I imagine if you don't give her what she wants, she lets out an ugly cry and throws a five-year-old tantrum. I hate people like that"

Camilo frowned, Mirabel gives him a comforting smile she joins the others in preparing. The moment evening arrives, a knock on the door was present. Alma goes to answer it and welcomes the guests in. The Madrigal family greeted everyone as dinner begins. The table was long enough to make available spaces. It seems like nobody was on Camilo's side when the Casita itself literally pushed him into a chair and sets it beside the woman he's supposed to marry.

Speaking of, Camilo looked at you. He takes note of your overly pink and puffy outfit, including the cat on your lap that's hissing and glaring daggers at him. Camilo tries to get on with the evening though it also appears that his appetite has vanished. To keep himself entertained, he goes to bother Mirabel who's sitting on his other side.

"Mira look at her"

"Hmm? Wow, that's a lot of pinks"

"I haven't seen her eating any of tía Julieta's food. I guess she would rather starve herself than eat anything that isn't made by her personal chef"

"Seriously, Camilo, I think you're judging her way too much"

"And look at the cat on her lap! It's literally dressed in pink too and is probably allergic to peasants like me-"

"Camilo, is there something you want to say?"

The shapeshifter chokes on his saliva and clears his throat, Alma raised a brow as the male shook his head. Camilo conceals the roll of his eyes as he decides to look at you for a while. He was cringing at the ridiculous amount of pink on your outfit. You looked beautiful, but not enough to make him swoon. He can smell your expensive perfume and see the glimmer of your jumbo jewelry. Camilo sets his eyes away before they got sore from looking at you.

The dinner ends eventually, Camilo really couldn't figure out anything to stop the now inevitable engagement with you. As everyone stood up to clean up, Camilo pushes his chair back to stand but he feels something under his shoe. To his astonishment, he stepped on the end of your pink dress. He winced when he removed it to see a prominent stain on it. Horrified of what will happen, Camilo gulped to look, his heart dropped when he caught you noticing the stain on your pink dress.

Camilo braced himself for the worse, a loud cry, a tantrum, an angry spitting fit. However, none of the worse things he imagined occurred. You silently reached down with a napkin to wipe the stain off your dress. Camilo blinked several times with his mouth agape, he believed that you were going to make a fuss over your stained dress. You turn to him with a sweet smile that made his knees weak. He deeply inhales.

"¡Lo siento, [Name]!"

"Oh! It's nothing, Camilo. Dinner was amazing, Señora Julieta's cooking is splendid"

"I..yeah, glad you enjoyed it"

"I'll meet you again soon, yes?"

"¡S-sí!"

"Adiós Camilo"

You softly greet him goodbye. Camilo's heart skipped beats as he felt like he was looking at heaven incarnate. You acted nothing as he imagined. You were kind, soft-spoken, and downright making butterflies swarm in his stomach. Before he realized it, guilt came flooding inside. Camilo can feel the bad taste in his mouth after shit-talking about you. He shouldn't have judged you that quickly. He needs to make it up to you somehow for painting you into something you're not.

Out of all the things you were expecting, Camilo Madrigal showing up at your home with gifts is not one of them. You assured him that he shouldn't have but he insisted. You and he got to know each other pretty quickly and became close friends despite being wed soon.

It was fantastic to know Camilo Madrigal, you were glad to be given the chance to see who he was. He was what everyone said, charming, handsome, and selfless. You couldn't ask for any other man to be engaged with. He was considerate and fun to be around, you want to know what it feels like to spend a lifetime with him.

Today, you and Camilo took a stroll in your family's large garden, chatting. Your wedding was due in two weeks, you were stuck between excited and nervous. You wanted to feel worthy to be Camilo's wife.

"I can't believe we're getting married soon, [Name]"

"Yeah, it's quite an odd feeling"

"Nervous?"

"Kinda"

Camilo looked at you with worry. He carefully brushed a stray hair out of your face, you gazed at him with flushed cheeks. He inhales.

"Wanna know something [Name]?"

"What is it?"

"When I first saw you, I thought...I thought you were a spoiled brat who's obsessed with pink and is extremely selfish"

He confesses. You couldn't hold back the snort and laugh that came along with it, you wiped the tears in the corner of your eyes and looked at him.

"You're kidding? You believed those rumors downtown?"

"Yeah, don't worry, I very much regret listening"

"It's fine, Camilo, really!"

"When I stepped on your dress that night, I thought I'm about to meet my doom but then you just...wiped it off and I kinda fell for you then and there"

Camilo shyly looks away, bashfully. You felt your heartstrings getting tugged by this, you reach to caress his cheek, it catches him off-guard.

"You're really sweet, Cami"

"Mierda, are you trying to kill a man?"

You laughed at him as he joined in. It was bizarre for Camilo to be so impatient to marry you, he can't wait to slip that ring on your finger.

"Man, I regret talking shit about you back then"

"Oh? That's interesting, what did you say about me, Cami?"

"You know, I called you shit like Señorita malcriada [Name] and a prissy, pink-obsessed, and pampered to the bone princesa-"

"You called her what?!"

Both of you flinched at the unexpected booming voice. A couple of men jump out of the bushes and looked at Camilo with scowls. You gasped.

"Hermanos, what are you-"

"¡Oye chíco! You don't talk to our hermanita like that!"

"This is a misunderstanding! I didn't mean to-"

You watched in horror as your brothers decided to pick a fight with Camilo for something he said long ago. You try to deescalate the situation by calling your mother, your mamá marches in with a chancla in hand and scolded your brothers. You rushed to Camilo and checked on him.

"I'm so sorry about that! I didn't know they were eavesdropping"

"Está bien, [Name]. They're right I never should've talked about you like that"

You pout as you rested your hands on his shoulders, he gives you a grin and placed his hand on your cheek, and leaned in. He gives you an unexpected kiss on your cheek as you stared at him wide-eyed.

"I should've known you were more under all the pink. I can't wait to marry you"

Camilo says. Marry you, he did. As he slipped the ring on your finger and you took his last name at the altar, Camilo spent the rest of his life in pink with you.

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littlemisswolfie · 11 months

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Can we get some more Mustang Family AU, specifically can Roy and Riza have more kids? They can adopt more or have biological children but I think it would be cute. 🥰

Ope here we go!

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Little Rosemarie squeals as she's scooped up into her oldest brother's arms. Ed brings her up and blows a raspberry into her belly, startling a loud, happy laugh out of her, and where she and Roy sit on the steps of the newly rebuilt Elric home, Riza leans into her husband and smiles.

Riza can't lie; she was shocked when she realized she was pregnant a few weeks after they were informed of their first grandchild's imminent arrival. She and Roy weren't exactly trying, after all, and she never really entertained the thought of carrying a child of her own. She had Edward and Alphonse, and those boys were more than enough for her.

But then Rosemarie was born, with her red cheeks and her black hair, and Riza and Roy were instantly in love with their little girl, and so did her older brothers.

(Edward rushed to Central as soon as he felt comfortable leaving Engel with Winry and Ling, and he melted when his new little sister was put into his arms. "She's perfect," he told Riza, tears pooling in his eyes. "Absolutely perfect. Al's gonna love her."

Riza took a photograph of Edward holding her and sent it to Alphonse in her next letter to Xing. Alphonse wrote back immediately and promised to bring May for a visit as soon as they could get away from court.)

Now, three years later, Riza thinks her life couldn't be any more perfect. It's the extended family's annual cookout. Alphonse and Mei are visiting with their new baby, a little prince named Zhihao, Winry is pregnant with her and her boys' second child, and Ling is trying to coax Engel, who inherited an unholy mix of all three of his parents' intelligence, away from a book that seems far too large for a toddler, at least until you remember Winry used to read medical textbooks for fun as a kid. Christine is here as well, doting over her grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

The only one missing is Pinako, who has unfortunately succumbed to old age. Her funeral was the last time everyone was together, and it was a somber affair, but Winry held her head up the whole time. "She lived a long, fulfilling life," she said to Riza at dinner that night. "She knew we were going to be okay without her, and she was ready to see Mom and Dad and Trisha again."

Riza looks at her pregnant belly now, and she knows that if this baby is a girl, she'll probably be named Pinako.

Roy wraps his arm around Riza's shoulders and kisses the top of her head. "We should do this more often," he tells her.

Riza smiles, turning her face into his shoulder. "I agree."

She wishes she could go back in time and tell her past self that everything would be okay. She wishes the little girl she was when she met Roy knew how their life was going to turn out.

Because things turned out pretty damn good.

#fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma #fmab #edward elric #winry rockbell #ling yao #edwinling #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #royai #alphonse elric #mei chang #madame christmas #chris mustang #mustang family au #my writing #my post #mine

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 1 year

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Motherhood- Bill Weasley x OC

Bill and Sophia

Title: Motherhood

Description: Molly and Sophia have never had a good relationship, but it wasn’t until after her and Bill’s daughter was born that things came to a head.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: If you don't like some Molly Weasley slander then this fic may not be for you. I don't usually have hate for Molly but she does have many faults, which is what inspired this fic. Enjoy!

Sophia’s relationship with Molly had always been very…strained. They liked each other well enough, but there always seemed to be some sort of tension between them. There were times where it felt like Molly was ready to jump down her throat at any moment if she did/said anything wrong.

She had no idea what could have possibly caused it. No matter what she did to try and impress Molly or get her approval, she just didn’t seem to make the cut. It upset her greatly, but Bill always comforted her by saying that it was probably a maternal thing. After all, her oldest son was now married and living far away from her. They just needed to give her time to adjust to it all. So, Sophia did her best to do so, but it still always felt like Sophia was walking on eggshells with her mother-in-law.

Then, Sophia got pregnant, and they ended up temporarily going back to England so they could be around family for the process. They still lived in Egypt, but they just didn’t want to deprive their families of such an enormous thing. Molly was ecstatic about it. She did just about everything she could to help Sophia to have an easier pregnancy. Sophia assumed that whatever problem Molly had with her had been resolved, which made her extremely happy and made the rather difficult pregnancy more bearable.

Finally, at ten months on May 2, 1994 Sophia went into labor. After twenty-one excruciating hours, Christa Celine Weasley was born at 12:13 p.m. Even being only a few hours old, she already looked like the perfect combination of Bill and Sophia. She had Bill’s eyes, Sophia’s nose, Bill’s cheek line and Sophia’s chin. And, of course, she had red hair. Christa was a 6lbs and 1oz bundle of joy that brought everyone glee when they saw her.

After two days, Sophia and Christa were discharged and the small family of three went back to their home. Molly, and the rest of the Weasleys actually, came around quite a bit. Not that Bill and Sophia minded. This was the first grandchild/niece of the family after all, there was reasonable cause for frequent visits. It wasn’t like Sophia’s family didn’t visit anyway, it just wasn’t as often. Christa always loved her visitors. She always became so smiley and giggly around them, which made them feel even better about it.

One day, Bill, Sopia and Christa went to the Burrow for a change. It was their first time out of the house since the baby had been born, so Sophia was a bit nervous. Her nerves multiplied by ten when Arthur suggested that Christa join them for a walk around Diagon Alley. He had a few errands to run and the kids wanted to browse the shops while they had the chance. Bill agreed, but she was still hesitant as she didn’t feel like going out at the moment.

It took them quite a while to convince her with all of the Weasleys butting in with various points. Finally, she tentatively agreed to let Bill and his family take Christa while she and Molly stayed home. And, once Sophia gave her baby and husband around a billion kisses and made sure that they’d be okay, the Weasley family was off.

Christa ended up having a blast! She loved being around so many people, and she loved the attention she got from all the strangers. There was only one incident where she grew overwhelmed with the noise, but Bill simply slipped into one of the more empty shops to calm her down. Other than that, their trip went swimmingly. All of them were in good spirits as they used the Floo Network to go back home.

One could imagine the shock they felt upon arriving at the Burrow and seeing Molly and Sophia in the middle of the living room engaged in one of the loudest screaming matches that they’d ever heard. They couldn’t hear exactly what was being said as they were both trying to speak over the other. Sophia simultaneously looked like she was ready to cry and lunge at Molly any second. For a moment the others couldn’t do more than just stand there in shock. Things had seemed fine when they left. Last they saw the two women, they were sitting on the couch with a fresh cup of tea. Bill was the first one to snap out of his shock and quickly stepped between them.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he yelled, which caught both of their attention. “What in the world is going on here?”

“What’s going on here is that your mother is a backstabbing horrible snake-”

“Oh you’re one to talk,” Molly seethed, cutting the redhead off. Sophia’s eyes darkened and she began to take a step forward but was stopped by Bill. While he held his wife back, Arthur stepped forward to calm his own wife.

“Okay, that’s enough, both of you,” he said firmly, looking between them. “Now, one of you explain what happened.”

“Without insulting the other,” Bill added. Sophia huffed, then crossed her arms.

“Alright, then. Remember how we were talking about traveling and showing Christa magic around the world before she’s of age to attend Hogwarts?” She asked, earning a nod from her husband. “Well, I was telling your mum about it and she got upset. She said that we would basically be keeping her grandchild away from your family. I tried to reassure her and say that we would visit as much as we could. That’s reasonable, right?” Both men nodded, signaling for her to continue.

“Apparently that wasn’t good enough for her. She said that it wouldn’t be good to move a baby around so young. Then she proceeded to try to guilt me into making us stay in London but when I still said no she tried to say-”

“I said that I’m sure I knew more about what was good for a baby than her considering I had seven kids while she only had one,” Molly cut in, very obviously seeing nothing wrong with it. Sophia physically had to hold herself back from making a snide remark and instead exhaled deeply.

“Then I pointed out that just because she had more kids than me doesn’t make me any less of a mother or change my maternal instinct,” she paused, then looked at Molly. “Tell them what you said.” Her tone was demanding with an underlying rage in it. When the older woman hesitated, Sophia repeated her demand, sounding even more angry about it (if it were even possible). That’s what pushed Molly to do as she was told.

“I told her that it showed just how bad of a mother she truly is, and that she shouldn’t be one if that was the case.” Her words stunned everyone in the room to silence. Hearing them for a second time reignited her fury and she began to lunge at Molly once again. Thankfully her husband was able to grab her in time and hold her back, but that didn’t stop her from calling her mother-in-law every name under the sun in her thick Scottish accent.

“Enough!” Bill shouted, effectively quieting them before facing Molly. “Mum, what is the matter with you? How could you possibly say something so awful like that?”

“Honestly, Molly,” Arthur added, looking at his wife with a disappointed expression. The woman, realizing that she was being ganged up on, looked around desperately.

“Oh, come on. Are you really going to tell me that I’m wrong?”

“Yes,” Bill answered without hesitation as he glared at her, which surprised her. Christa, almost as if finally sensing that her mother was upset, grew fussy in Ginny’s arms. Sophia immediately broke away from her husband and carefully grabbed her daughter. As she calmed her daughter down, she looked at Bill and shook her head.

“I refuse to stay here Bill. We’re going back to Egypt whether you come or not.”

“Alright bug,” he responded softly. “Why don’t you go start packing. I’ll be there in a minute.” The woman merely nodded in response. She refused to spare the rest of the Weasley clan another glance as she grabbed a small handful of Floo Powder and stepped into the fireplace.

“To home,” she called, throwing down the powder and disappearing in a poof of silver dust. Once he made sure she was gone, Bill faced his mother once again.

“I really hope you’re happy,” he grumbled, walking around the room and grabbing the baby supplies they brought over.

“Bill, you don’t seriously mean to leave for Egypt today,” was Molly’s response.

“Maybe we will, maybe we won’t,” he answered simply.

“Christa’s only just been born!”

“I don’t care!” He exclaimed, which immediately shut his mother up. “What you said was incredibly out of line and uncalled for and I understand why she reacted like that.” He took a moment to hug each of his siblings, then his father. When he got to Molly, he stayed at least a foot away from her.

“Don’t even think about visiting or writing to us unless we say otherwise,” he instructed simply before climbing through the chimney and following his wife.

It took them no time at all to pack everything (perks of having magic), and before they knew it, they were back in Egypt. They settled in rather nicely, and pretty soon their work friends were coming over to meet young Christa. Both Bill and Sophia were quick to notice how much more relaxed the latter was with meeting their baby compared to his family. Well, realistically, compared to Molly.

So far Sophia refused to talk about what happened. Every time she thought about it, a million emotions ran through her. Anger, sadness, frustration. Most of all she was hurt. Sure, she knew that she and Molly didn’t always get along, but she never thought that she would say something so hurtful. Even Bill was still shocked by what she’d said. It was a horrible thing to say and Molly most definitely shouldn’t have said it.

Almost a month after they got settled back into Egypt, Molly sent them a letter. Bill refused to open it until his wife gave the okay, but she was still too upset to read it. Her husband respected her decision and instead just shoved the envelope into a junk drawer for whenever (if ever) they were ready.

Sophia was grateful for Bill. At first she felt bad about learning that he had essentially cut off all contact with his mother and potentially the rest of his family, but he was quick to comfort her. It was in both of their best interests, but it was still something huge that he had to do. She was glad that he was on her side of this entire disaster because she genuinely had no idea what she’d do if it was the contrary. She was just happy to know that no matter what happened, at least the two of them would have Christa and each other’s backs.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #bill weasley #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley x oc

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sundaybee · 2 years

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One More Time (Julieta x Fem!Reader) Pt 5

As always I am not a native Spanish speaker, so if I butchered a sentence or word let me know so I may correct it.

This one ended up being super long so I hope it’s something you all find worth reading.

Part 5 of 20

Pt 6

I did not make the gif.

Things to note: Julieta is a widow. Reader is 30. Talks about depression early on.

Please don’t tear it apart too harshly!

Three days passed and the healer never showed up. You were pacing up and down your shared aisle praying the woman was alright. Julieta never missed days, even when her depression was at its worst she made her way to you for comfort.

There was no news from Alma Madrigal, the matriarch of the family, so you assumed that meant everyone was alive and well. You continuously glanced at her favorite chair that had been left cold.

“¡Multa! ¡Cerraré e iré a buscarla!” You proclaimed. You hated having to close shop, especially on a Saturday but Julieta’s whereabouts were more important to you.

With your small tin of cookies in hand you locked the door and made your way into town.

The first odd thing was it wasn’t Julieta passing out food but Felix and the littlest Madrigal, Antonio. You approached the two, avoiding the line.

“Hola Señor.”

Felix glanced from the line to you and smiled. He had known your father for a long time.

“Hola Y/N. What can I do for you?” He asked.

“I was wondering why you were here doing Señora Madrigal’s job?”

Felix sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Julieta has been out of sorts for days now. Won’t leave her room other than to make the food for the town.”

Your heart stilled for a moment. Something had triggered her into a new depressive spell.

‘Why didn’t she come see me?’

Felix read the concern on your face and was quick to assure you that everyone in casita was taking care of the woman. You nodded and watched as the man went back to his assigned task.

A small tug on your sleeve drew your attention downwards to Antonio.

“Tío Bruno’s rats have been telling me that she has been crying a lot.” Antonio said with a frown. You knelt down and offered him a soft smile.

“I’m sure your tía misses your tío a lot.” You said but Antonio’s frown deepened.

“Sí, but they tell me she’s been crying about something she saw. Something about people and my primas flowers and a store. They don’t have the best vocabulary so it’s a little hard to understand what they mean.”

Your whole frame went stiff at Antonio’s words. You knew exactly what he was referring to and it was the one thing you prayed wouldn’t have happened. Julieta had seen you and Luís. That store was her safe space and you had effectively ruined it by not kicking him out sooner.

“Do you think your tía would be up for visitors?” You asked the boy.

“She’s not up for much these days.” He said and frowned.

“It’ll be okay. Your tía will get better, I promise.”

“I hope so.” He mumbled.

You opened the tin and offered him one of the cookies which he enthusiastically accepted. To be a child and bounce back from sadness to joy was an underrated skill no one spoke about. You envied the boy.

Bidding the two goodbye, you made your way to the Madrigal house to see Julieta.

The only times you had been to the magical house was for each child’s gift ceremony. You’d gone to celebrate with the town, so as you crept closer and closer you felt a little nervous. You weren’t sure how you’d convince whoever opened the door you were a friend of Julieta’s and that you just wanted to check up on her but you knocked on the carved family door anyway and were greeted by the second oldest grandchild.

“Señorita Y/L/N, I was wondering when you would show.” Dolores Madrigal said, catching you off guard.

“How did you…” you started but trailed off when Dolores gestured towards her right ear. Super hearing, you had almost forgotten.

“Come in.” Dolores said and practically pulled you through the door.

The home looked different when it wasn’t decorated for a party and full of people. It was a lot cozier than you imagined.

“Now what can I do for you?” She asked with a large grin. You had a feeling she already knew.

“I came to see your tía. Your father and brother said she has been out of sorts for days.”

“She has.”

“Any idea why?”

Dolores put her finger to her chin and tapped, thinking.

“I think that’s something you should talk to her about yourself.”

You blinked at the girl. You knew that she knew that you knew exactly why.

“Lead the way.”

Dolores led you through the home and up the stairs and stopped you outside of a glowing door. She turned towards you with a serious expression.

“Tía Julieta is like a second mamí to me. Ever since she started spending time with you she’s been herself…happy. I hope you can help her stay happy.”

“Oh so no pressure.” You awkwardly joked, your nerves beginning to get the best of you. Dolores was quick to notice and smiled.

“Why would there be pressure?” She asked before turning and leaving you to knock.

You knocked once, twice, three times. No one ever answered the door or even acknowledged the sound.

“Esto se siente mal. Esto se siente mal.” You mumbled to yourself as you gripped the doorknob and turned.

The room was dark and gloomy. The only light that came through came from the window that still had the curtains mainly drawn. You tried not to look around and invade the woman’s privacy too much.

You did spot a form huddled in the bed, covered with blankets. You cautiously made your way to the bed and against your better judgment you sat on the edge. The mattress dipping slightly from your weight.

“Dolores please go. I have a headache.” The form mumbled into her pillow.

“Is it from a lack of food?” You questioned.

Julieta shot up at the sound of your voice. Her hair was down and wild and her skin looked pale. She looked frightened to see you and yanked the blanket up to her chin.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?!” She squealed. How did you get in?! Casita had been doing so well keeping the others away.

“I came to see you. You…you haven’t shown up in three days and I’ve been worried.” You said, your grip on the tin was tight as you tried to read the woman’s face in the dark room.

Julieta shifted in the bed feeling a little guilty.

“I’m fine.” She croaked out, glancing away at the look you gave her.

“Eat.” You commanded and offered her the tin.

For a moment Julieta didn’t move but after a moment of feeling your sharp gaze on her she took the tin. That wasn’t enough, she had to open it and eat one to get you to stop watching her so intensely. So she did just that and looked inside to find her favorite treat of yours. The chocolate chip cranberry cookies were calling for her so she greedily ate one, the corners of her lips betraying her as the flavor melted on her palate. Only then did your gaze soften.

You were silent as you watched her eat. After she finished two of the cookies you stood up and began twisting your dress, afraid of how to approach this topic.

“Are you okay?” Julieta asked as she watched you rise and twist your dress.

“Are you?” You countered. Both of you were silent for a moment.

“I asked you first.”

“Lo siento you’re right.” You said and continued to fiddle with your dress.

Julieta was a patient woman, she’d wait as long as it took for you to open up to her.

“I feel guilty. That I triggered you into this episode.” You finally said. Julieta was a bit surprised at the statement.

“You did no such-“

“Antonio told me that the rats overheard you. That you were upset over people and flowers and a store.” You interrupted.

Julieta froze. How much did her nephew know? She watched as you paced for a moment, seemingly gathering your thoughts.

“I haven’t been very fair to you. I thought I was doing the right thing by ignoring the problem and not concerning you with it.” You said and sighed, still twisting your dress.

Julieta remained quiet and watched your hands work on your dress. You would wear the fabric thin if you didn’t stop twisting and tugging on it.

“You’ve been very open with me over everything you’ve been dealing with and you have been doing so well and I was afraid my own problems would derail you.” You stopped pacing and looked at the woman.

“But I guess I did that anyway.”

Julieta let the blanket drop down to her lap.

“You didn’t. I…I…” Julieta trailed off. What could she say?! That she was jealous of the attention you had received?! She was an old, lost, widow, she had no right to be jealous!

“It’s okay. I know I hurt you.” You mumbled, your knuckles white.

Julieta rose, exposing her underdressed self and immediately went to you. She grabbed your hands as you so often did hers. The brunette said nothing and gently rubbed your hands until you finally loosened your grip on your dress and your hands rested in hers.

“I don’t think you could hurt me even if you tried.” Julieta said softly.

Your heart skipped a beat or seven at the gesture and words. You took a breath and stared at Julieta’s hands, finding comfort in her warmth.

“I was engaged once.” You admitted. There was nothing inherently wrong with that, but you felt such shame in what memories were connected to it.

Julieta was both incredibly surprised and not at all surprised. You were a kind, happy, selfless, beautiful, loving woman and you should be in all sense of the word married, but you weren’t. Instead you were standing in her bedroom looking like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar.

“I was engaged to that man who came to the shop.” You blushed, even more embarrassed to admit who you were engaged too.

Julieta felt her jealousy pool in the pit of her stomach, but despite that she kept her face incredibly neutral. She wasn’t about to derail you by making a face.

“We were engaged for four months before my parents died.” You sighed and continued.

“I was so busy arranging my mothers funeral I didn't think about how he wasn’t by my side. I was too focused on myself. So when I ran home to get some paperwork before the funeral and found him in our bed with my supposed best friend it felt like the equivalent of having aji picante poured into the already open wound.”

Julieta couldn’t control her face any longer and audibly gasped. That imbécil had the nerve to cheat on you, let alone the same day you were burying your mother?! Julieta felt her teeth grind and her face twist.

“¡Qué tonto!” She hissed and squeezed your hands unintentionally out of anger.

You took a chance to look at the woman. She had more fire in her eyes than you had ever seen and it caught you off guard. You looked away before this new side of Julieta could take grip on you.

“I was so foolish. I ignored all the signs, claiming my love was enough. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had been unfaithful many times before being caught.” Even six years later the memory still tasted sour.

“I lost everyone. My parents were gone, the man I thought I’d spend my life with betrayed me, and my best friend was nothing more than a cruel stranger. I was alone and didn’t feel worthy of any sort of love. I still don’t know what I did to deserve the outcome I received.”

“You did nothing wrong. He lost out on such an incredible woman, and his loss is my gain.” Julieta stated firmly.

The blush that covered your cheeks was almost immediate and you hoped the room was dark enough to hide it.

“I stood at that funeral with no one by my side and returned to an empty home. I had half a mind to find him and tell him I had forgiven him just so I wouldn’t drown in the overwhelming silence and grief.” You said, still staring at your hands in hers.

Julieta remembered your mothers funeral clearly. She had felt so guilty that she hadn’t been able to do anything to help ease the pain and suffering. She searched her memory and recalled you, as you said, standing alone, numb, to what was going on around you. If she had only known, maybe she could have helped you feel less alone than you did in that moment.

“But I refused to let depression do to me what it did to my mother. It was hard to fight it alone so when you entered my store that first day I knew you needed me.” You said looking up at the woman.

Julieta watched you carefully. She took note of every detail in your story, every twitch of your face. She held your hands firm every time you attempted to pull away with the intention of twisting your dress up. What she really wanted to do was reach up and caress your face, but she didn’t, wouldn’t.

“You are a very kind and strong woman. You didn’t deserve any of what happened to you. You took your tragedies and formed an armor and a weapon to fight back with. You’re someone we should all aspire to be.” Julieta said. She watched as you looked away, embarrassed by her words.

“You can imagine my confusion and fury when Luís entered my store that day. Claiming he made a mistake and wanting me back.” You said scoffing at the idea. Julieta remembered the day clearly but now understand why you had behaved the way you did after he had left.

“And then he had the audacity to go to your daughter to get flowers made! It made me even angrier! I imagine that’s what you witnessed.” You said looking at Julieta once again, but now it was her turn to look away embarrassed.

“I kicked him out and told him never to approach me again. I doubt he will listen if his stupid smile and declaration meant anything.” You said with a pout.

Julieta was screaming for joy on the inside. That foolish man had no claim to you and you understandably loathed him. She was a bit concerned wondering what he would try next and in her thoughts she lost her grip and your hands were back twisting your dress.

“I don’t trust him one bit. A man doesn’t come crawling back to you after six years and who knows how many more of infidelity asking for forgiveness.”

Free to pace you began to do so. You were doubtful he felt any remorse for what he did, maybe he wasn’t with Camila anymore but you knew he wanted something. You just hadn’t figured out what yet.

You felt Julieta’s warm hands back on yours, easing your grip on your dress. You stopped and looked at her. She had a warm smile on her face that put you at ease.

“I felt awful that I turned what was supposed to be your safe space into something uncomfortable. I imagine that's why you stayed away.” You said with a frown.

Julieta blinked in confusion but quickly covered up her expression. Was that why she really avoided you for days? She doubted that the feeling in her chest was caused by that, but it was easier to accept that as an answer than to delve deeper into her own emotions.

“I did feel awful throwing those flowers away. Isabela truly outdid herself.” You added seconds later, once again your hands back under control of the older woman.

“Sí they were stunning but let’s keep that little secret from Isabela.” She joked, earning a laugh from you.

“I’ll take it to my grave.” You joked back.

For a moment the two of you stood there in the darkened room. Julieta in her nightgown, her warm hands holding yours. You wanted to thank anyone who was listening for your darker complexion as it was now hard to ignore the blush on your face.

Your nerves overcame you and you pulled back, breaking contact, much to the older woman’s displeasure.

“I suppose that’s my long winded explanation of…that.” You said awkwardly. You resisted the urge to twist your dress.

“Thank you for sharing it with me. You’ve been my savior, helping me deal with so much. If I can help you in any way I will gladly do it.” Julieta said, taking a step towards you.

You felt guilty turning your back on the healer, but you knew despite your complexion and her dark room the amount of red on your face would absolutely be noticeable. This woman’s words held you hostage and you never wanted freedom.

You glanced over your shoulder to see the brunette standing confused at your actions. You fully turned back and tried to control the rapid pace your heart was beating.

“I have left the store closed for longer than I should have, I really need to get back.”

“Sí I understand.” Julieta said with a frown. In the sanctity of her room she had forgotten about the outside world for a moment.

“Finish those cookies and I hope to see you tomorrow?” You questioned. Julieta glanced at the tin and nodded.

“I’ll be there.” She said, earning a smile from you.

As usual the two of you hugged goodbye but it was different this time. Julieta’s nightgown felt entirely too thin, her hands warm on your back, her hair that smelled of vanilla tumbling down tickling your face. You had to get out of there. Pulling back with a little too much force you awkwardly smiled.

“¡Adiós! ¡Hasta pronto amiga!” You practically shouted before slipping out the door. Leaving a confused but smiling Julieta behind.

You leaned against the door, your pink cheeks exposed in the brightness of the house. You brought your hands to your face and took note of your racing heart. You wanted to ignore it, to deny it, but each moment spent with the woman made it more and more difficult.

“So how did it go?” Dolores asked with a knowing smile, startling you with her sudden appearance. It was true that everyone’s room was protected from her gift, but what you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you.

You peaked out from behind your hands and with the manners of a three year old you rushed past the girl and right out of the house.

Dolores grinned wildly and turned to face Julieta who now stood in the doorway in her nightgown. Dolores buried the urge to laugh at the image of you facing her tía in nothing more than this.

“You have a nice amiga tía.” Dolores said, glancing back at the door you rushed out.

“Hmm yes I agree. She’s very nice.” Julieta replied with a smile.

#julieta madrigal #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta x reader #julieta x fem reader #reader insert #Encanto #One More Time

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Hi!!! if it possible can I make a request of M3 with mc who has a very big Mexican family (I'm going to be specific and say mc being the oldest grandchild with 9 siblings)

They all live in a very big house with their uncles, aunts, their cousins, their mom and their abuela

They are basically party animals and very loud but very supportive, loving and absolutely adore both mc and their Lis. They greet them with alot of hugs and kisses.

They make a huge celebration for mc and their Lis and invite everyone in their village with alot of food, drinks, dancing and music. Abuela says " a toast for our newest family member" and everyone cheers. If any the Lis call abuela a formal name like ma'am she says " Aye mijo/mija you are a family member you call me abuela like anyone else "

Mc takes their Lis somewhere quiet ,away from the loud celebration and ends up at the Ofrenda. Mc makes a quick pray and Lis notice a photo of a man on the ofrenda who mc looks a split image of. They says that was their dad and he died 5 years ago from cancer, they say " he was a loving son, father and a husband , he cared for everyone around him, never afraid to say his opinion and stand up for his loved one" they let a sad chuckle "I'd love to think I take a little bit after him" then they look at their Lis "y'know. I think he would've loved meeting you. You guys would have gotten along pretty well" (image mc asking sage to put a drawn photo of lucan on the ofrenda 😭😭)

After the celebration mc asks their Lis what they think of their family and hopefully it's not overwhelming for them because they would like like nothing but them part of their crazy but loving family

Aw this is sweet

GN!Reader, that's gonna be really loud, I'm gonna toss out some Nicaraguan food recommendations because I am Nicaraguan, ultimately I think Rime is the only one who would be able to not somehow embarrass himself because he is Hispanic, I didn't really address the dad thind because I haven't been through that it just seemed a little too personal. Now if you guys wanna ask me about a parent having a stroke, that I can do, but when my dad had his I made jokes about it so

Felix Escellun

So remember in Sage's route when Felix does that translation spell on you and you can hear Sage and Tulsi talking,,, okay he does that for himself but he's getting the literal translations

Someone is talking about how everyone really went all out with the decorating and they say 'tiran la casa por la ventana' and you know what it means but Felix hears 'you guys threw the house out the window' and he's so

Your abuela pinches his cheek and is like 'oh mijo eres un buena papa' and she's trying to say that he's sweet but he hears that he's a good potato

There's always that one cousin that won't shut up about her boyfriend or whatever and someone goes 'estas comiendo moscas' and Felix is like What Do You Mean She's Eating Flies????

A tia looks at you and Felix and is like 'encontraste tu media naranja' and it means 'you found your other half' but Felix is now looking around for half an orange

(i swear the ofmd reference was not intentional. i mean maybe it was intentional on the show's part but not on my part)

That's what the majority of the night consists of. Someone says something in Spanish and Felix is blinking in confusion. Although he'd probably know a little Spanish himself from Rime but nothing substantial.

I don't know if Felix would like pinollio, but if he doesn't then you can have his.

(I like adding banana to it but I've had people tell me that's sacrilegious,,, pero este sueno como un problema tuyo)

Also this is not really a Nicaraguan thing but growing up my nana would make scrambled eggs and gallo pinto but she would put syrup on all of it and I think that's something Felix would do.

(Yeah that part is sacrilegious I don't have an excuse for that)

Felix feels awkward because his family has never really been warm and welcoming like that (aside from Florian I think) but he's happy! He's nervous about messing it up though. Give him a little reassurance.

Anisa Anka

I wanna see Anisa in like,, a jalisco or something,,, I just think she'd look really pretty don't mind me

Originally Anisa is sent to help in the kitchen because she's part of the family so she's gotta pull her weight but then she puts like,, see cause she doesn't speak Spanish so the tias are trying to give her instructions or whatever and she manages to put mayo on the elote because someone told her to put manteca (butter) and she just heard the 'ma' sound and ran with it,,, someone asks her to pull out the leche (milk) for tres leches and she starts making a salad because lettuce,,,,,, you're just standing to the side snickering and then you get whapped with a chancla for laughing at her.

All I'm saying is that my nana would see how much Anisa eats and start (affectionately) calling her Gordita. And just load her plate with nacatamales.

(god i want some nacatamales rn why would you do this to me anon)

No but anyways my point is when you finally do get to pull Anisa outside for a minute she's got tears in her eyes but she is immensely happy because I think she's always wanted to be part of a big and loving family,, insists you teach her Spanish so she can fit in.

The Lumity (ToH) thing where Amity wants to learn Spanish to impress Luz and finds a cookbook and starts calling Luz batata (sweet potato),, Anisa looks so proud of herself and you just have to go with it,,, ough my heart,,,,,,

Sage Lesath

Firstly I do love the idea of having Sage make a little doodle of Lucan (and Balsam) for the ofrenda

Secondly I think Sage would fit in well with a big family! It would take a bit of adjusting at first, since he's used to it just being the Starsworn and Tulsi, but once he has settled I think he'd have fun!

Your little cousins and the village children are gonna climb all over him. Sorry. He's just an Automatic Playground.

P,,,,, put him in a poncho? A sombrero??? Someone jokingly invites him to join in a mariachi performance and he fucking does but he has no idea what's happening. Everyone is laughing (nicely) and he's embarrassed but he's having fun.

Salsa dancing with him. He's a little more able to roll with it because he knows how to dance but he's blushing like crazy

He helps in the kitchen! Someone is like 'aye mijo go in the living room with the men' but no he wants to help >:( he knows how to cook >:( he can do it >:( let him be useful

But I still think he might need to step out to get air every once in a while. It's,,, a lot to handle all at once. Especially if it's post-timeskip.

Y'all have queso frito and Sage has one and his eyes dilate a little,, you turn away for a second and look back and he's shoved like nine of them in his mouth,,,,, baby that's gonna hurt your tummy,,,,,,,,,,,

(personally i don't like queso frito all that much because the texture fucks with me but the taste itself is good, and my sister loves it, so)

Ultimately I think he's very flustered!! Honored but flustered. And incredibly touched that everyone is being so sweet and accepting.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #felix escellun x reader #anisa anka x reader #sage lesath x reader #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun #fictif felix #last legacy felix #anisa anka #fictif anisa #last legacy anisa #sage lesath #fictif sage #last legacy sage #anon asks #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

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From your John/Delenn Halloween ideas, All-Human AUs number 2.

The Sheridan and Mir farms go all out on Halloween to see which neighbours have the spookier time - John and Delenn leave their parents to it and make out in a corn maze.

Read below or at AO3

John pulled the car onto the dirt track that led up to the Sheridan and Mir family farms on the outskirts of town. On the radio, deejay Marcus Cole was playing a stream of classic Halloween hits; right now, he was interrupting the music to sing along to Monster Mash – only to be chastised by John’s oldest friend and Cole’s producer, Susan. On the back seat, John’s son David babbled along to the melody. Beside John was his wife of three years. He stole his gaze away from the road to simply stare at her: her fingers were toying with an errant curl; her eyes bright at the prospect of returning home. Beautiful.

“John, look.”

“Hmm?”

His wife laughed softly before easing his chin in the direction ahead. “The farms. I think it is even worse than last year.”

On the left side of the dirt track was the Sheridan farm, specialising in corn. The maze was higher than it had ever been; a ghoulish LED display beckoning visitors from the roads and John’s own father – former diplomat David Sheridan – was wielding a foam scythe. On the right side of the dirt track was the Mir farm, specialising in vegetables and gourds – especially pumpkins. Their patch was filled with the largest pumpkins John had ever seen, several of them carved into intricate designs. Delenn’s mother was brandishing a knife as she demonstrated to a few visitors the best way to carve.

“We could keep driving,” John offered, welcoming the playful shove he earned from his wife. “Okay, okay. Let me park up and we can visit with the folks.”

John pulled round the back of the farm house he’d grown up in and waved at his mother as she peered out through the kitchen window. Delenn offered a wave before turning her attentions to their son, unbuckling him from his car seat. David was dressed as a pumpkin, with little green socks and a hat that hid his dark curls. A small hand tugged at the collar or Delenn’s dress as she settled him in her arms. From inside the Sheridan house, Nancy called for her husband to come join them round the back. But it was Delenn’s father, Derimer, that reached them first.

“Welcome, welcome!” He pressed a kiss to Delenn’s cheek before shaking John’s hand enthusiastically. He then eagerly took his grandchild from Delenn’s arms and cradled him effortlessly against his chest. “Hello, David. My, what a lovely pumpkin you make!”

David giggled at his grandfather’s pleasant tone as his hands explored the greying beard that covered the bottom half of Derimer’s face. John’s mother soon joined them, her finger quickly caught in David’s fist. She cooed over her new grandson.

“He’s getting so big, John. But we might have to change his outfit or your father will insist we dress him up like an ear of corn.” John groaned. He didn’t realise the Sheridan-Mir rivalry would extend to his son’s clothes. “It’s fine; I’m sure we have a little bat or spider outfit we can put him in from when Lizzie’s little ones came trick or treating.”

“Unfortunately, Delenn doesn’t care for Halloween, Nancy,” Derimer said, as he handed David over to his grandmother. He stroked his grandson’s head and smiled. “Isn’t that right, little one? Your mother hates this holiday.”

“Delenn doesn’t hate Halloween.” For that, John earned an elbow in his ribs. “What?”

“You must remember, John, how abhorrent I consider the commercialisation of Halloween in place of our own festival, the Day of the Soul. It is an…old tradition but one I have very strong opinions over.”

Delenn appeared the picture of innocence, as if she had not accompanied John to many a Halloween party during their time at college or, in fact, had made out plenty in his father’s corn maze growing up. John was pretty damn sure that the first time they’d gone to third base had been in her mother’s pumpkin patch: skirt around her hips, John’s knees in the dirt. They’d both climbed back into their bedrooms looking ridiculously dishevelled that night. But their parents’ friendly rivalry had a habit of turning heated and they’d both preferred to keep their budding romance to themselves until they knew for sure that it was serious.

Of course, John had known he’d marry Delenn ever since he was twelve and he’d found a pretty girl by the creek releasing the fireflies the local hooligans had caught.

As his wife now pleaded with her eyes, John realised she had used the excuse of hating Halloween to get out of her mother’s machinations and spend time with him. “You’re right, of course; I must be thinking of Michael. It’s Michael who loves Halloween, not Delenn.”

“Of course.” Phew. Derimer had bought it. “For a moment, I thought I’d solved the mystery of the grass stains on my daughter’s clothes for the three years before she’d left for university but, alas, another mystery grows unsolved.” Derimer’s eyes twinkled at the pair of them and Nancy Sheridan herself stifled a laugh. “Shall we have some tea?”

As Nancy and Derimer went inside with David, Delenn buried her face in John’s shoulder. He laid a kiss atop her head, soothing the tension in her slight frame as he rubbed her back. “Hey, maybe now they know we were together for five years before we said we were, we can actually celebrate our proper anniversary?” Delenn was not convinced. “At the very least we can use David as a distraction while we go make out in the corn maze.”

“I suppose it is our Halloween tradition,” Delenn said, lifting up to press her lips to Johns. “And you know how much I enjoy tradition.”

Chuckling, John wrapped his arms more firmly around his wife. God, he loved her. “Yes, I do.”

So, after checking in on David – and being barely acknowledged by their son’s grandparents while in his presence - the boy and girl next door stole into the corn maze for their own Halloween celebrations.

#john x delenn #babylon 5 #john sheridan #delenn #ship: john x delenn #dd: prompts

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voxxyboxxy · 1 year

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Masculine and Feminine | A Deeper Look into Gendered Binaries in Entities

Authors Note: I want to specify pretty early on that I fall towards the non-binary spectrum, falling into more gender apathy so the way I see gender as a whole is very “detached.” That is not a reflection on gender as a whole, as I don’t feel anything towards binary sides.

And while I will mention the mistranslation of masc and femme to have a decided gender association this isn’t really about actual gender, more so concepts regarding it in reference to divine entities and the divine femme and masc as concepts. This is a commentary post, which is my opinions and comments on the misuse of these terms in appropriation and misuse to attack and harm others.

I am not referring to the way I see a lot of us use these terms-which is typically based in self love. I’m referring to more mainstream media and toxic new-age ideals. This was also a post that was hard to keep organized due to the nature of it so… sorry about that.

Table of Contents

I.The Divine Binary

II.A Deeper Look

III.Why It Helps to Realize

The Divine Binary

The divine binary is something that has always confused me. Mainly because it feels to have an air of misogyny when applied to almost anything anymore. Often it seems like it boils down to “this is manly so this entity is a man.” Or “This is something WOMEN do, so a woman!” More so in that this is how people now treat it. When I was first on the scene Divine Feminine or Masculine simply meant “What makes you feel the most connected to (Feminine/Masculine)” and was very personal to each person and didn’t have any tie to gender or sex, more so just these balanced energies within us.

Men and women (as well as enbies-but for this post were mainly talking about entities in general so I will be primarily use masc and femme outside gender/sex) we’re seen to have both energies. Both were embraced and honored. Everyone has the divine energies, they just present in ways that make people feel more comfortable in themselves.

Now it seems a lot of times the Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine do fall into more societal-based ideals for either sex. It’s a very binary scale of “men are leads, headstrong, and providers” and “women are soft, caring, patient caregivers.”

I do not believe it’s wrong to align yourself with one. I have no ties to either but gender apathy is just that. I am apathetic to the idea of masc or femme and just kinda do what I want in terms of dress or so. I do not comprehend things in terms of masc or femme. Others do and that’s okay, as long as it’s not based on transmisogyny, I think everyone has the freedom of where they feel most comfortable.

While I do want to be clear that I understand that men can be connected to the divine Feminine and vice versa, I want to provide commentary on how PEOPLE respond to those who do the “other perspective” mainly in the terms of entities.

Because I do feel that oftentimes we subconsciously assign things to either or based on what we’ve been taught is womanly or manly. I don’t see child care as a primarily “Womanly” trait or job. It’s child-rearing, they need to be cared for and realistically there should be at least two parents if not more people taking care of this child. Men, women, enbies, fluids, voids-child rearing should be done by those who are primarily watching said child. In some cultures that’s the whole family as it is. In others, it’s just the two people responsible for the child’s birth.

But I was raised and taught this. As the oldest grandchild and oldest child I was partly in charge of child rearing as well because I was much older than all my cousins and siblings. However, so I as the next born. Who was cis and AMAB because he was also the oldest for his family by a few years and capable of doing so. I was never taught that it was a “woman’s job” so never associated child care with women. This isn’t the same for all and I see this translate to entities when one seems to be gentle and caring that it’s immediately seen as motherly-but not fatherly. Typically I’ll see the use of fatherly when it’s more stern and strict-almost aloof and based in that air of discipline.

If we look at this article on Astrology.com it defines the two clearly; “The relationship between the two could sometimes be considered a battle between the head and the heart, with the Divine Masculine representing reason, logic, and analytical thinking, while the Divine Feminine is more attuned to intuition, subtlety, creativity, and emotional inner worlds.” Which, in my opinion, is a very fancy way to say “women are emotion lead and men are logic lead.”

While masculine and feminine themselves are not sex-based terms, more so descriptors, the way we as people use them oftentimes pulls them to be. This can affect the way we interact with others, ourselves, and our entities we interact with.

For example a lot of people lean towards a divine being in the form of masculine or feminine energies. In regards to divine entities specifically, I see this used a lot for things like “This deity is kind and polite and delicate so I see them as feminine energy!” And if it's a being that’s primarily pictured as male or so, some will even go as far as to say “they have to have a female epithet then!”

This typically isn’t a bother because I do believe any divine being will come to you in a way that will feel comfortable for you if they are coming to you. I also feel like as divine beings, our concepts of gender and sex matter very little to them so there’s not much to stop it. However I’ve always found it interesting that we have started separating them so much we just cannot picture a typically masc entity as just having femme qualities instead of needing to assign more too them in the regards of epithets.

But there are still levels of misogyny in some aspects of it. As well as appropriation in some cases. Lilith is a known demon, known primarily for her defiance of Adam and God, which cast her into the eternal damnation of being a demon in the first place. Lilith has become a large icon for feminists, and most Jewish practitioners just ask that if you wish to work with Lilith and say it’s Lilith to leave her in the context she exists in.

But I can’t help but see the irony in seeing a feminine figure display headstrong, clear, concise wants and be punished for it because women should never do that, and label it as masculine energy while also praising her as a feminist icon. We see her as this type of icon cause she essentially said “I am equal or I am not yours.” While simultaneously saying that this behavior is just masculine energy. And then turning to say “well divine femmes don’t act that way so she is also a man and divine masc” instead of “She wanted to be treated as an equal, and acted in a way that demanded respect.” I do view this, as do my jewish family members, as a form of appropriation. Her roots are a large part of who she is as a Demon and to erase this for the ease of misogyny is… ironic.

And, for me, I also question the actual motives behind it. Because usually, the feminine energy traits are one man “shouldn’t have” and vice versa. For example, a man who is willing to come into a room and order people is a strong leader. But if a woman were to come into the room she’s demanding and nagging, and sometimes even referred to in more unsavory terms. If a man cries from pain he’s often told to stop; where a woman would be comforted because she’s “supposed to be emotional.” This isn’t limited to the witchcraft community, but it is heavily apparent when we see “this entity was kind and soft to me so they must be a woman!” It’s not always wrong but not all women are kind and soft, not all men are rough and stern, and not all entities are men or women.

A Deeper Look

Now let me clarify here, I do not believe the terms are inherently sexist. I do think the way we as people use them often falls into a subconscious level of misogyny that we never actually address. Making something sound good doesn’t make it less harmful, especially because of the way we’ll start to frame it in our brains if we don’t sit back and add more nuance. Because truly that’s all that’s missing here.

Now It’s a thing that when we see a femme presenting person who’s loud, aggressive, commanding, or so on people say she’s hurt and in her masculine era, and we’ll know she’s healed once she reaches her feminine era and stops doing all of that stuff… And if a masc presenting person is overtly feminine it’s the same. They are broken and must heal to become “right.”

Which is just weird. And this is where we need to add some commentary and nuance even if it’s for ourselves.

Personally, and I know a lot of people here also see it this way, I believe that there is no right Divine to follow. I technically fall under the divine masculine to a t. I have no gender but was born AFAB. I'm not broken and need to heal because I am logic based and look at facts and not feelings. I do that because I have AuDHD (Autism and ADHD diagnosis). I can’t read social cues so when people talk about this stuff I am limited by what they said. It doesn’t make sense to me to beat around asking for something and hoping someone else will catch that you’re asking. However that doesn’t really make me masculine. It just makes me who I am-logic based because I struggle outside direct statements and facts.

But some people have told me that has nothing to do with anything in my brain outside I haven’t been able to “heal into my feminine era, and embrace the feminine divine within me.”

Well that’s because women can be headstrong. But when you see a woman act this way we’re conditioned to see a nag and a cruel woman because women should take up less space than men so when they take up the same amount we REALLY notice it.

The difference in sexism comes from the connotation. If it’s good when a man does it should be good when a woman does it. A strong leader should provide the same image in our minds whether or not we’re given a man or woman.

Telling people the way a deity acts doesn’t match the sex/gender we see them as, or even tell people they need to heal to “act appropriately” is… weird.

And going deeper into deities, I see a lot of people attribute genders to entities because of specific traits they associate with a specific gender. With deities, I do feel that there are no “right” or “wrong” ways to view them unless it steps into appropriation. That’s when we see issues. It is important to stay respectful of closed cultures and practices.

And while I don’t think entities care much about our gender norms, I do think they more than likely have reasons for what they do, when they do it, or how they do it. This is of course ignoring lore. Most people would second guess someone calling Aphrodite masculine but in a lot of her lore she does have properties that would align as “divine masculine.” But that doesn’t fit her lore. She’s a woman, read the stories she is!

But a lot of the behavior, like being head-strong and confident, loud and proud, etc is attributed to the Divine Masculine. But no one would ever suggest Aphrodite was anything but a woman-these are all just attributed to who she is.

Why It Helps to Realize

It helps to realize the language we use in these situations because often when things are grabbed in more mainstream media they become twisted and pushed to mean specific things and used to attack others. Similar to how I’m not broken and need to heal because I’m unable to read between the lines when people speak-I’m just autistic. I’m not in my masculine era because of that either-I’m just a more masc person in general by most standards. Divine feminine and Divine masculine have both sadly been twisted, and have stopped being about what makes someone feel connected and comfortable and started becoming about societal gender norms. And that becomes an issue when not even all societies have the same setup that we most often see.

And for some that is how they feel connected, it’s how they feel secure. But we do need to make sure we don’t push that belief onto others. That is where lines become blurred. When it stops being about personal and internal connections and starts becoming a push and shove to get people to behave a certain way. Femme and Masc and not solely gender-based terms. They are descriptors. Just descriptors that became bastardized over time.

And as long as we are being thoughtful in the way we uses these terms-and respectful to not only the cultures but also the people around us-there’s really no issue with them. I’ve just seen their more twisted nature becoming more apparent throughout media forms and wanted to comment on that.

#witch #witches of tumblr #witch community #witchcraft #witchblr

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tiltedhalowithaneonshine · 1 year

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Chapter 1 of Playing for Keeps

Christina resembles Tamsin Egerton

Trigger warning! Miscarriage

Chapter 1 - What's Your Name?

What's your name

Oh I really wanna know

You got me going crazy

What's Your Name - Jesse McCartney

Christina Finch-Fletchley woke up in an empty bed. She had gotten used to waking up in an empty bed since she was a year divorced at the young age of 26.

She had met Scott Fields at a school dance in her Year 9, at 13. She was immediately smitten with the dark haired boy and he with her. They started dating in year 13, at seventeen.

They lived separately while they went to university for three years. They moved in together immediately after they finished university.

The couple was engaged within a year. She discovered she was pregnant on Valentine's Day 1998 and they eloped immediately with a few witnesses such as her younger brother Aaron and Scott's cousin.

She gave birth to their daughter Bethany almost a month after she turned 22 on September 9th, 1998.

Bethany was perfect. She looked mostly like Christina's family with her curly blonde hair and brown eyes, especially the fact that had inherited her Uncle Justin's magic.

Justin had helped hide his niece's magic from his brother-in-law for two years but Scott eventually found out about his daughter's magic.

Christina was proud of her daughter for being magical, Scott didn't feel the same so he abandoned them a few days after Bethany turned 2.

Just a month later, she had discovered she was pregnant again but she miscarried due to the stress.

"Mummy!"

She looked up to see her now four year old daughter. She was a near carbon copy of her mother when she was younger.

"Uncle Justin and Auntie Eliza are taking us to a Quidditch game today!" she said excitedly.

Christina smiled. Eliza was Justin's best friend and girlfriend of four years. She was part of a famous family of Quidditch players but couldn't play anymore since she was injured in their third year.

Bethany was obsessed with the wizarding sport Quidditch and had just started collecting Chocolate Frog cards.

"I hope I see the best player there is Ginny Weasley."

For some reason, Justin found it hilarious that Bethany was such a big fan of Ginny.

"What time is the match?" she asked her daughter.

The little blonde girl shrugged. "When the big hand and the little hand are on the 2 and the 12."

"So, 2'oclock."

Bethany nodded. Christina got out of bed and scooped up her daughter.

Her parents were initially empty nesters but once she moved back home her younger brothers Aaron and Justin followed suit.

Aaron was two years younger than her and starting his first year as a teacher. Justin was the baby and the only magical one of the siblings. Christina and Aaron were incredibly proud of their baby brother.

"Morning, honey," Francis Finch-Fletchly greeted his oldest and only daughter.

"Morning daddy."

Despite being almost 30, she was still a daddy's girl. It helps that she gave birth to the only grandchild so far.

"Did you hear grandpa? Uncle Justin is taking me and mummy to a Quidditch game today."

Francis nodded. He was a big sports fan, especially rugby. It surprised people since rugby was such a rough sport and Francis was rather soft spoken.

The father and daughter worked well together so she had joined him in their family business of speciality pet stores .

Later that day, Justin, Bethany and Christina made their way to the Quidditch stadium. She was fascinated with her youngest brother's world.

They reached the stadium and walked in.

"Justin!"

He turned to see his girlfriend Eliza running towards them. Justin greeted her with a hug and a deep kiss.

"Eww," Bethany said, wrinkling her nose.

Justin pulled away from his girlfriend and wrapped his arm around her waist.

They began walking towards the seats but Benthany told her mum "Mummy, I need to go to the restroom."

"Okay."

"You should be back just in time for the match to start."

Christina led her daughter to the loo.

After that they were in such a rush that Christina crashed into someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she apologized, her accent becoming more pronounced in her embarrassment.

"I'm in one piece, lass," a Scottish accent laughed.

She looked up at the man she had crashed into. He had big brown eyes and handsome, chiseled features.

"Sorry again."

"No problem, lass."

They went their separate ways and reached their box.

"Look mummy, there's Ginny!" Bethany squealed, pointing to a ginger woman.

Justin began chuckling as Eliza swatted his arm.

The Harpies won. Bethany was so excited that her team won and wanted to get Ginny's autograph.

As they were walking out of the stadium, Bethany spotted Ginny who was talking to a lanky redhead who must be her brother, he had his arm around a bushy haired woman and a dark haired man had his arm around Ginny.

Without warning, Bethany let go of her mum's hand and sprinted towards Ginny. Christina chased after her daughter.

"Ginny! Can you sign my chocolate frog card!" Bethany asked, peering up at the redhead hopefully.

"Effie, sweetie. What have I told you about running away?" Christina scolded her daughter.

The four-year-old looked up at her mum apologetically.

"I'll gladly sign the autograph," Ginny smiled down at the little girl.

"Will you?"

Ginny nodded. "So, what's your name?"

"Bethany."

"How old are you?"

"I'm four. I want to play Quidditch like you do when I'm older," Bethany said confidently.

"She's been obsessed with Quidditch since she was a toddler. I don't understand how since I'm not very athletic and neither was her dad," Christina laughed, fondly ruffling her daughter's hair.

"Auntie Eliza told me about it," Bethany tattled.

"There goes my secret," Eliza laughed walking over with Justin.

"Oh, Parkin," the bushy haired brunette glared at her.

"Now Hermione," the lanky ginger coaxed.

"Nice to see you, Justin," the dark haired man greeted.

"You too, Harry. I see you met my niece and that's my older sister, Christina."

Ginny finished the autograph.

"Thank you," Bethany said, hugging Ginny.

"Not everyone likes hugs," Christina told her daughter.

Ginny laughed. "You obviously haven't met our mum, she gives the best hugs."

"Thanks for your time, Ginny," Christina told the red head.

"You're welcome."

Christina walked away with Bethany.

"I'm sorry about running away from you mummy," Bethany apologized looking up at her mum.

"It's alright, sweetie."

They went back home.

#harry potter #Fanfiction #oliver wood #canon x oc #cross posted to AO3 and fanfiction.net

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awww you and val are so cute 🥹

(also saw tumblr was eating your asks, but i'd love to hear about your day)

~🍪

bshdb thank u nonie </3 cutest wives to ever exist wbk

yes it is >:( i see some, but sometimes it wont let me answer :( other times i js forget to answer shhss but i do get to them eventually !!

OKAY SO my day went so well <3 was such a fun n refreshing time w my family 🥹

i went over to my brothers house (the oldest, but he like divorced himself from our family so idrk what to call him anymore 💀) to meet my lil nephew <3 and oh. my. god. he is just the most precious baby ever :( and it was so cute seeing my lalita going all crazy over him bcs she always wanted another grandchild 🥹 it was just a lovely time in general. it really did help me a bunchhhh <3

AND i tried a crab rangoon for the first time and what the fuck was in it 😭 like literal CRACK because i could not stop munching on it like omg i was going to TOWNNN on that mf like

#𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚: ·˚ 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗘𝗗 🍪 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗘 ˚ˎˊ˗

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Everybody Get Together

This post is dedicated to my grandma Marsha and grandpa Dale Bell. My grandma was an innovative lady who raised 5 children with my grandpa. She was always coming up with unique and crafty ideas, including using The New Yorker magazine covers, their favorite magazine, as wallpaper for their downstairs bathroom. She was so artistic and unique, having a profound impact on everyone she met. I was the first grandchild she saw before she past away from Cancer and although I was just a baby, we had a special bond. She traveled to the Great Wall Of China and brought me back an electronic panda bear. I remember visiting my grandparents for holidays and special occasions and they always inspired me with their creative and artistic personalities and home decor. They valued education above all else and always said it was the only way out. I admire them for how devoted they were to their family and committed to living a productive and philanthropic life. My grandma was a teacher and my grandpa worked for the government. They were both from Mississippi and lost their parents at an early age. They loved their life in Mississippi, however they did not support segregation and were advocates for equality and justice. So, they moved to Maryland and raised their family, my mom was the oldest and there was a lot of pressure on her to be a good role model for her younger siblings. I feel that may have taken a toll on her as well as the need to succeed. I love and respect my mom and her family. We have all gone through hardships together, however I feel that it has made us all stronger in the long run. I'm writing this because even though I'm grown up and have veered off onto my own path in life, I still care about my mom's side of the family and have no ill feelings towards them what so ever, even after all the sadness that has transpired. I think about and miss my grandparents all the time, my grandpa passed away years later after my grandma. Their house has since been sold, however I will always remember The New Yorker and the love and care my grandma put into creating a beautiful home and helping to keep the family together with the help of my grandpa. I wish my mom's family nothing but the best and express remorse for anything that may have been misinterpreted. Everything will be okay and I hope to see everyone again someday. Thank you for your time. ♥ ☮ 🎸 🙂

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audreyysimss · 2 years

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Introduction to My Sims

This is an introductory post for the original family in my legacy.

JULIE SIMMONS

She is the matriarch. She went to university and got her degree is History and then went to become a politician. Julie had a passion for cooking and she was the best parent/grandparent a person could ask for. She worked everyday of her life until she died surrounded by her husband, youngest kids, a grandchild, and her dog.

ALONZO SIMMONS (PFEIFFER)

He was Julies one and only lover. They met at university when she first moved into the dorms. He was shy at first when it came to approaching her, yet they fell in love quickly and got married. He has a passion for athletics and tried to get his kids into it also ( was only really successful with one). He was a professional athlete until the day he retired and then became a stay at home dad. Alonzo took his wife death very hard and even though he tried to keep positive for the kids it just didn’t work out.

Julie and Alonzo didn’t have that long of a married life with each other when they had their first kids.

WINTER SIMMONS The first born out of the couple, Winter is very much a jokester, he perfered pulling pranks and making people laugh instead of doing homework and things like that. He was always more of a slacker compared to his family. However he is very much a family man and he also took his mother’s and twin sisters death very hard. Despite this he is the one who tries to keep the family smile going on with his jokes.

He met his wife Yui when Eileen one day brought her friend home from school to hang out. Winter almost instantly fell in love, but since their is an unspoken rule of not dating your sisters best friend he tried to cut these feelings off. What he didn’t know was that Yui also felt the same way. Eileen sensing something between the two told her brother it was okay to date her.

The two of them had a small wedding due to Eileen’s tragedy.

EILEEN SIMMONS

The twin sister of Winter she also had a very playful personality. She however was just a tad bit more mature then her brother and she actually liked working. Especially on her passion of music. She often played her piano all day and night annoying her neighbors and her family. Despite this annoyance she was actually quite popular among her school mates, especially a guy named Damion.

Damion and Eileen meet when they where only kids, however they quickly became friends. They didn’t quite love each other in a romantic sense but more of a platonic way. However one night of partying left them with something bigger then they though. A little girl. The two of them decided on having a shotgun wedding after the baby was born to hopefully cool the flames. Sadly this didn’t go as planned.

Eileen was just so ecstatic she passed away on her big day. This is the reason why Winter didn’t have a big wedding with Yui because this event scared them greatly.

Despite her death she is still around. Her ghost often visits her daughter and brother and they still talk a lot. She, like many ghosts, love to play pranks on their items.

FREDRICK SIMMONS

He is the third oldest out of all the kids. If you though Winter was a slacker wait till you meet this guy. He is a total wellness and plant guy. He wouldn’t actually have a job if conservationist didn’t exist. Fredrick is big into yoga also, he often tries to get the rest of the family into it however they just don’t enjoy it as much as he does.

Fredrick does have a boyfriend Aarav, yet their relationship is kind of rocky. Yes they are both wellness fiends and they have almost the exact same personality its just that they aren’t focusing on themselves, you know?

Besides his plants are the ones who truly understand him, other then his twin sister Summer of course.

With his inner peace personality, he took his time understanding his emotions and was the quickest when it was getting over deaths. They still hurt him but he also knew they weren’t really gone and he will see them soon.

SUMMER SIMMONS

She is definitely the smartest out of all her relatives. She loves working hard and boy does she work hard. Summer got straight A’s her entire life, and all for her dream of becoming an astronaut. You might think she is some stuck up high and mighty nerd and you would be wrong, kind of. She is very much a nerd, into video games and programming, but at least she is funny. Summer is very social and is known to play pranks on family members especially Fredrick.

Summer is also somewhat of a teacher to her niece and sister. She takes care of her younger siblings most of the time when Alonzo was grieving. She loves her family members to pieces and even though she is a workaholic she always puts them first.

SARAH SIMMONS

Sarah is the baby of the family. She is tomboyish and enjoys playing sports with her father. Unlike her father she is also quite sociable, even more so then the rest of her family. Sarah is a goofball and a rebel, this means the school being safe from her pranks was never an option. She absolutely loves the adrenaline she gets when she pulls one off and when it’s going on. She doesn’t do this alone however, her best friends are Kirk and Amelia. They met only recently yet they both love her personality.

Sarah is iffy on what she wants to be when she becomes a young adult. She does love sports but is that truly her calling? She isn’t good at anything else, and university just doesn't seem her style. She is nervous for the future and doesn’t know what she wants.

Sarah took her mothers death the hardest with her dad. She was their when she died in the first place and she somewhat blames herself for the passing. Everyone tells her its not, but what if she called an ambulance a little sooner? What if she suddenly became a necromancer and had her come back from the dead? Sarah was only a toddler when Eileen died so she really doesn’t remember anything from then.

NADIA SIMMONS

The only child of Eileen and Damion and the first grandchild of Julie and Alonzo, she lived with her grandparents. Damion is a good father, however he was unemployed at the time and living by himself. Everyone decided it was best for Nadia to live with her grandparents. Even now that Damion is employed she still prefers living here. They don’t hate each other by any means she just loves her aunts and uncles a lot more on Eileen’s side then his family.

Nadia is a sweet kid who also has a passion for music just like her mom. Unlike her mom she is a lot more quiet and reserved. She doesn’t like the attention on her unless she is on stage. It seems like she is a natural born performer. The theater club is where she met her best friends Tomi and Gideon.

Nadia is very sad after the passing of her grandmother. Only being a baby when her mother died Julie filled that place for her. With her gone and Nadia still being so young she can’t help but feel that she is the unlucky one and that she can never have anyone very close to her or they will die.

THE SIDE CAST OF THE SIMMONS FAMILY UNDER THE CUT

YUI SIMMONS ( KANEKO)

She was Eileen's best friend when they where teenagers. She fell in love with Winter after a couple of meetings knowing they had so much in common. Yui thought she was hiding her feelings good until one day Winter told her he had feeling for her. She said no at first (whole don’t date your bff’s brother) but when Winter said Eileen said it was okay she accepted.

Yui is still quite sad over Eileen's death even though it happened years ago.

ANNALISE SIMMONS

The first child of Winter and Yui. She is quiet energetic and loves to play around.

DAMION CHRISTIAN

The childhood friend of Eileen. He is a caring guy who loves his daughters very much. Yes I said daughters. Turns out right before his and Eileen’s wedding day he “cheated” on her. They weren’t technically together, but he could at least pretend right?

Damion has a good relationship with the Simmons, and in fact they don’t even know about this mysterious half sibling of Nadia’s.

(if it wasn’t obvious I didn’t even think of him cheating on Eileen I only found out after she died)

#sims #my sims #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #legacy #ts4 legcay #ts4 #ts4 story

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