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xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx · 2 months

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”Don’t you dare doubt yourself or ever think your not good enough.” Karen & Gretchen (Fetchen)

I have been wanting to write something for my too lovelies and since I like angst and I’m in a mood I wanted to right this. No one requested this but I hope y’all fetchen or mean girls lovers will like this! (This is specific to the 2024 Mean girls Musical - Gretchen is played by Bebe Wood and Karen is played by Avantika) also I headcannon that Karen’s middle name is Meena, and I might make headcannons about Gretchen, Karen and their relationship!

It was a rainy day at Gretchen Wieners house. The two lovebirds of North Shore high were wrapped in a blankets and their limbs intertwined with each others. Gretchen had her head leaned on her grey headboard, her back against a pillow. On top of her was Karen, with her head on Gretchens chest, her head following the movement of her chest and she breathed in and out. The brunettes eyes stared lovingly at the girl infront of her, watching her with nothing but adoration as Karen examined her newly done nails.

“Seriously, who does your nails?” Karen mumbles, moving her head to look at her girlfriend. “I’ve told you baby, my mom.” Gretchen smiled, finding the raven heads lightheaded-ness adorable. “Ohhh.” Gretchen chuckled as she pressed her lips against Karen’s forehead, pulling her closer as Karen looked down.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Gretchen asks, noticing Karen’s chocolate brown eyes avoiding her own. “Nothing Gretch!” Karen’s tone raises, an unconvincing attempt to hide her worry. Gretchens eyebrow raised and she gave the girl a look. “Seriously~” Karen says. Gretchen sighs and sits up, forcing the two to move out of their previous position. “Bubba why’d you do that?” Karen whines, her brows furrowed and previous fake smile disappearing. “Karen don’t lie to me, what’s wrong? I know you too well for you to act like you’re okay.” Gretchen says, her tone laced with worry and seriousness. “I…” Karen sighs, scared the truth would ruin or strain her and Gretchens relationship.

“Don’t I ever bother you?” Karen mumbles, her curly hair wrapped around her fingers. “Of course not, I love you.” Gretchen smiles, rubbing Karen’s head affectionately. “No. I mean how I forgot things? That I’m less… intelli- intellihe…” “Intelligent?” “Yeah. That. Less intelligent that other people. Like cady. Surely it bothers you.” Karen grumbles, grabbing a fluffy pillow with the letter ‘G’ on it and burying her face in the soft, green fluff. Gretchens heart sinks as she notices that certain parts of the pillow grow dark. She pulls the pillow away to see Karen’s nose and cheeks red in colour, and mascara down her cheeks, running along with tears, and grabs her hand, crossing her legs and putting their hands in the space between them.

“Karen Meena Shetty. Nothing about you bothers me. And I mean nothing. The time you defended me at that karaoke bar with a shitty comeback? Didn’t bother me at all. You know what I do think? I think it’s adorable. Karen no one is like you. You’re one in a billion.” Gretchen rubs her cheek, wiping away the tears. “Gretchen listen to me. Even Regina thinks it. She said I’m as dumb as a rock!” Karen yells. “Is it true? No. Even if it was would I care? No!”

Karen’s mouth forms an ‘O’ shape as tears blue her eyes, not allowing her sight to focus on the beauty in-front her. Gretchens arms open as she leans back on the headboard, her lips curving into an upside down ‘c’. Karen crawls over to her, sitting on her lap with her head on her chest, and her arms around her neck, kissing Gretchens bare shoulder and shutting her eyes. Gretchen giggles and plays with Karen’s hair, braiding it, twirling it around her fingers, or just pulling her fingers through it, carefully so she doesn’t hurt the precious thing she has. She would be dead before she ever hurt Karen.

Minutes passed and they still stayed like this, both happy to be in each others company. They didn’t need loads of friends. Ever since they got together they decided they didn’t even need Regina, or popularity. Aslong as they had eachother, that was enough for them. “Baby?” Gretchen mumbles. Karen hums in response, looking at her lover.

“Don’t you dare doubt yourself or ever think you’re not good enough.”

#mean girls musical #mean girls 2024 #mean girls #Mean girls: the musical #mean girls the musical #fetchen #gretchen x karen #karen shetty #gretchen wieners #bebe wood #avantika vandanapu #avantika

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faye-the-traitor · 1 year

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👉👈

Ummmmmmm

I've lost control of my life

More nsfw monty×femreader or sundrop/moonxfemreader nsfw

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Nightlight

Sun/Moon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Foul Language

"Thank you for staying with us at the daycare! We hope to see you again soon little man." You smiled softly and waved goodbye to the boy with his little blue jeans on.

The day was coming to an end and this was your week to close out the daycare and be there to organize child pick up once the pizza plex began closing down. You huffed softly, stretching and pressing your hands into your lower back, hoping to pop it. After bending down and picking up children all day, you back really needed to be popped and you honestly couldn't wait for everyone to head out so you could pop it correctly.

"Miss (Y/n)! Miss (Y/n)! I made something for you today!" A child screamed, running in your direction.

Her green eyes seemed to light up when you grabbed her up and twirled around with her in your arms. She squealed and shoved the paper in your face, telling you to look over and over again at the crudely drawn picture.

"Oh my goodness! Did you make this all by yourself?" You asked, feigning awe at the child's drawing.

It was a rough semblance of the day care and a handful of children, all surrounding you and Sun who were holding hands and smiling. You didn't think much of that detail at first until the child began to explain.

"That's you with the black pants, and this is me and this is...." she named every child in the photo..."And I made you and Mr. Sundrop holding hands because you're boyfriend and girlfriend!" She giggled loudly, while you passed her off to her parents.

"I just love the drawing Hunny Bun, but Mr. Sundrop and I aren't boyfriend and girlfriend. Mr. Sundrop is my friend, just like Tommy is your friend!" The girl looked awfully confused but nodded anyway as you took her drawing and waved her goodbye, her parents thanking you and taking her away from the Daycare.

She was the last child for pickup, and your day was officially over. You wandered back to the desk, shutting off the lamps and signing off the monitors. You took one of the silly little glitter stars in the drawer and stuck the drawing on the wall with the hundreds of other drawings you collected. It was almost like a pride thing, keeping all these little kids' drawings.

"Heya (Y/n)! Another drawing for the wall?" Sun chuckled, wandering behind the desk and looking at the newest addition.

"Yep. She drew us in the middle holding hands because apparently, we're Girlfriend and Boyfriend according to her." You shook your head with a smile, going to walk away and find the broom to do one last quick sweep of the floor before heading into the employee tunnels to finish your nightly duties.

Sun followed you, a twisted look on his face. You had associated this look with Moon chatting and making a comment so you often passed it off. You don't see Moon very often but every once in a blue moon sun will shut the lights off so He has his time to roam and chat with you.

"What makes little Miss. Meena think we're together?" Sun Asked.

"Ya'know, I'm not too sure. Maybe it's because we both work her in the daycare? She didn't exactly specify why, but I did tell her we weren't together. She was super confused by it, but accepted it nonetheless."

You began to sweep the broom across the floor and shook your head with a small smile. It was silent for a moment and you just made the assumption that Sun and Moon were silently chatting, but before you could ask what they were talking about, a cool feeling metal snaked around your wrist, tugging at you and forcing you to stand straight and look to see what was going on exactly.

Sun was gazing directly into your eyes, and he began to back you up against the wall where the soft padding meets the cold glass. Your breath hitched and your heart rate increased as it does every time this happens after closing.

"We aren't? Then why do I get to touch you every night after close?" Sun asked, being awfully brazen.

Sun was never like this; he was always so polite and so gentle about everything he did. You cocked your head, confused by this sudden change in attitude.

"We'll no....We never talked about it and never established what we wanted."

"So, we need to talk about it?"

"Well, yeah..." You whined as Sun brushed his cold hand in-between your legs.

"You don't think anything of our nightly escapades?"

You couldn't answer before Sun took your hand and lead you to the back storage room that you both had re-arranged into a somewhat comfortable room. It was against the Pizza Plex Policy for any employee to stay after hours who was not a specified nightguard, but you loved Sun's company and home wasn't always the best place to be, especially when you close one night, and need to be back at 6am to open the next morning.

Sun shoved you onto the twin-sized bed that had been moved in and he laid on top of you, pressing a knee in between your legs and preventing you from closing them. A very soft huff resonated from your chest, and Sun began to trail his hands down your chest, the single nightlight in the room being to only thing that kept him, himself.

"Sundrop? What's going on with you?"

"You don't see anything here? Or have you just been ignoring all the time we've spent together? Do you not want to be apart of anything more than this?"

Your heart dropped, realizing that he thought things were different, he saw this situation as something completely different than you did and that made you feel bad. Maybe you had ignored all the signs, maybe you were refusing to acknowledge it.

"Sundrop...I-"

A soft buzz and a gentle flicker of the nightlight made both you and Sun look and helplessly watch the Nightlight go out. Neither of you moved as the little sun rays vanished, the yellow slowly turned blue, and his eyes went dark, turning to gaze directly at you.

"If Sun won't do it.....I will..." Moon mumbled, taking things into his own hands.

He began to nibble at you jaw and neck, his hands wasting no time to unbutton you slacks and sliding in, almost as if they had a mind of their own. You whined softly as you panties were pushed to the side and the cold metal slid into you, the heat from you walls slowly warming the metal and soaking it. Moon didn't wait and began to finger you, curling his fingers upwards to press on you g-spot and make you lift your hips. A sharp gasp came from you and Moon chuckled.

"You know you think about it. Don't act like you don't. He does..."

You didn't have it in you to answer as you felt the pressure in you lower abdoment begin to build, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. Moon's thumb began to gently rub circles on your clit, making you whine and wiggle in your spot while his other hand began to snake up your shirt and under your bra. You nipple hardened due to the stark contrast of temperature, but you loved it and couldn't help but make another noise.

"He wouldn't tell you, but I will. He thinks about his fingers inside you like this all the time. Listening to you whine and whimper. He wants you to beg, and plead, he wants you to crave not just his fingers, but his attention."

You could barely process his words, a soft 'please' coming from behind your lips as your hips began to roll against his hands.

"Just like that Dewdrop..." Your eyes lolled back and closed as you felt his hand pick up speed, making your tongue stick out.

You bucked your hips, very quietly begging to cum. It just felt too good and you couldn't risk Moon pulling away and leaving you empty.

"Beg..."

You didn't even pay mind to the change in tone, all you knew was that you had a request to fill.

"Please make me cum. Fuck! Please, I'm right there." You whined, lifting your hips higher, feeling the tips of his finger brushing against a good spot, but just barely touching it.

"Oh fuck harder! Please, you're right there." Your eyes filled with tears, "Please, please, please. Just a little faster, just a little deeper. I want to cum, I want to cum so bad."

That was all it really took before his fingers picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and pressing into that soft spot that made your eyes roll back into your read and your mouth salivate. Your head rolled back, and your hips bucked and rolled as you felt the last stretch approach, and within less than 60 seconds you collapsed, crying and breathing hard as your legs trembled and your clit throbbed, your walls squeezing down on his fingers, keeping his trapped inside of you while you tried your best to calm down.

When your breathing did end up steading you opened your eyes and you met the gaze of Sun, his features almost reflecting a mixture of awe and embarrassment. He pulled his hand out from in between your legs but didn't move away from you as you took a second to compose yourself.

"If you wanted to do more than just this, all you had to do was ask you Goober." You giggled and relaxed into the soft mattress, a look of relief passing over Sun's features.

He collapsed onto the bed next to you, puling you into his chest and chuckling softly.

"I'd like to do a little more than just please you sexually. If you'd like, I'd rather be Boyfriend and Girlfriend." Sun poked at you.

"I'd like that...but right now I'd rather just take a nap." You giggled and Sun agreed with you, kissing your forehead and letting you snuggle in and drift to sleep.

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A/N: I kinda rushed the ending here, i'm sorry. If ya'll hate it or have an issues with the ending being rushed just comment and I can fix it here in a bit when I'm not doing dishes. Lol.

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anime-kia · 2 years

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Not As Easy As It Looks

I'm not kidding when I tell you guys that I'm obsessed with Dadmonger.

Relationship: Father Erik x Mother Reader

"Bruh, they bout to be late again!" Erik called to you as you chased your five-year-old son, Jojo, while holding your crying one-year-old, Ameena, who was pulling at your hoop earring.

You ignored him and called out for your three-year-old, "Nasir!" You could feel an impending migraine coming on from your loud children and Erik's nagging.

Who the hell told me to have three kids in the first place? Oh right... My dumbass believing that Erik's pullout game was strong.

You finally caught Jojo and gave him a stern look telling him to go to his father right away. Ameena was still bawling for no reason, but your motherly instincts allowed you to overhear something crash to floor in the kitchen. There you found the three-year-old standing in jam, while rummaging through the fridge as if you hadn't fed him ten minutes ago. He was already gaining weight on top of his baby fat.

"Little boy, we need to leave." You decided to come at him with a gentle approach as a means to calm yourself down.

He looked at you with that innocent smile similar to yours that always melted your heart. Nasir and Ameena looked more like you and Jojo looked more like Erik.

"Okay, Mommy." He calmly replied, walking out the kitchen towards Erik, but you were suspicious. When you go over to inspect the fridge, you could feel your blood pressure rising.

The child emptied out every single leftover container into the fridge, and one of the chicken legs had a huge bite. You were so annoyed that you didn't notice the jam soaking into your sock.

"(Y/n)!" Erik called again.

You were ready to tell him to shut the hell up, but instead you walked back to the front door. Ameena reached out for her father and stopped her unnecessary sobbing. The two boys were in their jackets and shoes, looking like scholars as if they weren't just causing havoc.

"Hey, Princess." He cooed at her, kissing her chubby cheeks. He finally looked at you, "Damn baby, Meena got you." He pointed at a stain of vomit on your shirt, just above your left breast. Of course you didn't notice it or feel it until now. The two boys laughed.

You deadpanned, and went to open the front door. "Get out. All of you."

"Bye, Mommy!" Jojo and Nasir ran out, assuming you were playing.

"You just gone kick us out like that?" He looked fake hurt, but you nodded. "Meena, too?"

"Out, Erik." You held the door even wider.

"Can I at least get a kiss?"

A frown plastered your face and he took the hint.

"Damn, your mama is mean as hell. Ain't that right, Meena?" You could hear her babble to him as you locked the door.

The house was finally silent. Peace and quiet was very rare these days. It was always you who got up early to get your kids ready for school. Usually, Ameena would be asleep, but this morning she had to go see her pediatrician. Initially you were going to take her, but it was your well deserved day off and you needed all of those 8 hours of silence to yourself. You both agreed that he stay out with the kids all day until dinner time.

Erik was by no means a deadbeat, in fact he cared for his kids a lot. Growing up the way he did and not wishing it on anyone else, he promised to always be there for them no matter what.

While you got the kids ready in the mornings and at night, he would either be sleeping (due to exhaustion from work) or preparing their lunches and breakfast or dinner. He would also handle some private business that you did not inquire about, he paid the bills and as far as you knew, he was safe. Though it would be nice if he did acknowledge that your job of getting three young children ready was not easy all while maintaining a steady nine to five.

"Mama!" Two small, but heavy bodies jumped onto your bed then crashed into you. How they still have energy, only Bast knows. You were curled up in your king sized bed, binge watching your favourite series on Netflix. Has it really been eight hours already... Internally you groan, but being welcomed by your two sons with so much love always made you happy.

"Hey, boys. How was your day?" You smiled, allowing the to cuddle underneath your arms.

"Good!" They both yelled at the same time. Jojo was the first to explain what he learned at school and then what happened after Erik picked them up from school. He took them out to the park, then to the basketball court and then to get ice cream.

"Hold on, the basketball court?" You slightly frown, "Who was playing?"

"Daddy and his friends." Nasir chimed in.

"Then who was watching Ameena?"

"This pretty lady that Daddy was talking to." Jojo admitted.

Your eyes widened, but before you could say anything, Erik came in the room, Ameena fast asleep in his arms. "Damn, so y'all just gone tell on me like that?"

They boys giggled and ran away.

"Now before you say anything, she's just a friend. And she don't fuck with dudes either."

You glared at him, deciding not to prolong that conversation. "Whatever, E. Just call me when they're done eating dinner so I can get them ready for bed."

He chuckled, "Bruh, why you make it sound like it's a challenge?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you friggin' serious?"

"Yeah, it can't be that hard."

A smirk graced your lip. "Fine then, you take care of getting them ready tomorrow."

"Bet."

The alarm went off for six-thirty. You were already out of bed, almost forgetting your deal with Erik. He remained fast asleep on his stomach.

You shook him, "Come on, baby. It's time to get the kids up." You said in a soft voice that you used on your children in the morning.

"Naw, five more minutes." He grumbled from his pillow.

"Ain't no five minutes." This time you violently shook his arm.

"Aight, aight! I'm up, shit!" He pulled the covers off his body and gave you a serious look. "Why you wearing that?" He looked up and down with hazy eyes at your sports bra and leggings set.

"I'm going to a yoga class." You smirked, and began spreading the bed. "Oh and good luck."

He scoffed and made his way to the bathroom. After taking a shower, he began to brush his teeth, but Ameena's cry sounded through the baby monitor. His first reaction would be to call you, but you were long gone before he got out the shower.

Erik was not finished, so he left the brush in his mouth and went down the hall to his daughter's room. She was standing in the crib, holding onto the bars, rattling them. He set his toothbrush down and lifted her out of the crib, rocking her on his side.

"What's up, baby girl? You hungry?" She only continued crying, so he made his way down to the kitchen with her snuggling against his side. It was already 7:05.

He opened the fridge expecting to see pre-made bottles, but you always made them fresh.

"Dang, I gotta make this from scratch?"

He sat Ameena down in her high chair, but this only made her cries even louder. Her little legs banged against the seat as she fussed.

"Hold on, mama. Let me get your bottle."

He searched high and low for the formula, realizing that he's never paid enough attention to see what it actually looked like. He read almost every label and food item in your cupboards. Not to mention, but it was a big house, with a big kitchen and a lot of cupboards. Just then he remembered, you assigned a special storage for your kids snacks so it would likely be in there. It was higher up so they couldn't get to it, but he did find it.

"Got it!" He applauded himself and began reading the instructions. He might as well have been reading in a foreign language, not that he didn't already understand a few, but this was very new. Eventually he did figure it out and put the bottle in the microwave for two minutes.

"Daddy?" A sad voice recognized as Nasir echoed to him. He watched his son enter the kitchen with a pouty face, one hand holding his fuzzy panther. "Where's mommy?"

"She's out right now, but she'll be back."

"I have to go potty."

"Can you hold it for a bit?"

"No, I'm gonna pee pee myself." Erik sighed and rushed to take him to the toilet in the downstairs bathroom. "Ah shi- I mean shoot. Hold up." He ran back into the kitchen to get Ameena who was still complaining.

Her little arms reached out to him as he pulled her out of the high chair. The microwave beeped, signalling that her bottle was ready. He pulled it out the microwave and handed it to her. Just as she was about to drink it, he gently pulled it from her grasp, the silence was broken instantly. She cried even louder than the last time.

"Daddy!" Nasir yelled from the bathroom.

"Just a second!" He replied, "My bad, Meena." He rocked her again. "Daddy's forgot to test it." He tested a patch on the back of his hand, and it was very hot. Erik set the bottle and Ameena down, getting an ice cube out of the freezer. He put it in the bottle and shook it up, testing it once again. "Better." He picked her up and gave her the bottle. She was finally silenced, suckling on the bottle, tears still falling from her eyes.

Erik made his way back to the bathroom, only to see a dark blue stain on his son's light blue PJ's. A puddle formed on the black tiles. He noted to clean that up later.

"I pee peed." Nasir said, on the verge of crying.

"That's alright, little man." Erik sighed. He brought them upstairs, and set Ameena on Nasir's bed, where she continued to drink from her bottle quietly. "Get undressed, you gotta take a shower."

Erik went to Jojo's room, entering and waking him out of his sleep.

"Come on bro, time to get up."

Jojo groaned and turned his body so his back faced Erik.

Hell... Erik thought, He's just like you.

Erik yanked the covers off of his son, "Up! Let's go."

Jojo went on a frenzy looking for his covers, but failed so he tucked his knees upwards into his chest to keep the warmth.

Erik scoffed. "You look like me, but you act like your mama." He grabbed his ankles and pulled him to the foot of the bed, "Don't make me drop you."

There was a slight grin on Jojo's face, like he wanted Erik to do it. Instead, Erik pulled him off the bed, holding both of Jojo's feet with one hand. Jojo finally busted out laughing and Erik set him back on the floor gently.

"Again!" The five-year-old exclaimed. His bedhead became even more messy from playing. You were planning on getting their hairs cut eventually, but they wanted to copy their father. You kept Nasir's hair in a little puff and Jojo's in mini twists. Ameena rocked her little curly afro.

"Nah, we're on a tight schedule."

Jojo huffed, but followed Erik out of the bedroom into the bathroom. You were able to give them baths individually, but he was running out of time.

"Do you have to pee?" He asked his son.

"Nope!"

Erik felt relieved.

Ameena was sleeping again so he picked up her bottle and placed it on the dresser. He allowed her to sleep while the two boys took their bath.

"Can we get bubbles, Daddy?" Nasir asked, filling up his rubber duck with water.

"Not right now."

"Yeah! Bubbles!" Jojo chimed in, splashing the water with his hands.

"When can we get bubbles?" Nasir continued to ask.

The two of them continued to yell and cheer for bubbles while splashing the water.

"Later, tonight. Right now y'all just need to-" Erik's eyes widened as he watched the water surrounding Jojo change colour. "Jojo! I thought you ain't have to pee, bruh!"

He only giggled, "Oops!"

"Eeewww!" Nasir screamed, jumping up and splashing the water everywhere.

"Nasir, stop, man! Stop!" Erik scolded and tried to shield himself from the contaminated water.

Then Ameena's cries began.

For fucks sake....

"That took longer than it needed to cuz y'all nasty." Erik shook his head at his sons, Ameena calmed down and was playing with the chain around his neck.

The two boys laughed.

"Y'all think I'm playing." He used a stern voice. The kids were use to Erik being the fun and playful Dad so they weren't taking him seriously. "I'm being so serious right now."

"Where's mommy?" Jojo finally questioned.

"She ain't here right now."

"Mama?" Ameena added. Erik looked at her stunned.

"Yo, did you just talk?" He raised an eyebrow at his daughter.

"Yeah, she said 'mama'." Nasir copied her.

"How you gone say that when she ain't here, but you won't say dada or baba?" He sighed. Of course he was happy that she was grasping words, finally, but he would've preferred it to be dada or baba. He wouldn't tell you that her first word was mama, you never heard her talk yet and he knew you would hold it over his head.

Erik sighed and looked at the more pressing matter in front of him. By the grace of Bast, Erik had the two boys lotioned up and now he had to get their clothes on and their hairs to look decent. He'd always seen you chase one or both of them around the house with their clothes in hand as they ran stark naked or in their underwear. If they were close enough, Erik would catch them, if not, it was all up to you.

"Now I'm not in a playing mood, so don't even try to run." He was using his military voice on them, hoping that would sway them into seeing how serious he was.

Too bad that only lasted for a moment. Once Nasir had his shirt on, he dashed out the room.

"Nasir!" Erik yelled.

"Wait for me!" Jojo followed along, racing out the room in only his briefs.

"Gah lee, bruh!" He huffed. Ameena was laughing at her brothers and her father, showing off two top and two bottom teeth that were just growing in. "You think this is funny too, princess."

He stepped outside the room and waited for them to run towards his direction. Nasir was first to round the corner and Erik grabbed him right away. He kicked, screamed and laughed as he tried to break free from his father's grasp. Next was Jojo, who's footsteps grew louder as he got closer. Before he could make it fully around the wall, Jojo tripped and bumped his head into the leg of the end table that held family portraits and a small vase Erik brought from Cape Town that all went crashing to the ground.

"Ooh, shit." Erik winced, listening to his son do that windup cry that all little kids do. He set Nasir down, "See, this is what happens when y'all don't listen."

He picked Jojo up with his now free arm, bringing him back to the bedroom.

"You're alright, man."

Jojo snuggled into his father's neck, his tears and snot staining Erik's shirt. Ameena reached out to her little brother and made sad babbling noises like she was trying to comfort him.

"Look, Meena's checking if you're good." He smiled and sat down on the bed.

"Are you okay, Jojo?" Nasir's voice was really quiet as he looked at his weeping older brother, who only shook his head.

"If we finish getting ready, I can get you some ice." Erik noticed a hematoma forming on Jojo's forehead. She's gonna kill me...

The boys settled down and allowed Erik to finish getting them dressed and he fixed their bedheads, then they went downstairs. You prepared a simple breakfast for them, as if you knew Erik would run out of time. In fact he did, it was already time to leave. He quickly got an ice pack out of the freezer and handed it to Jojo, and got all of their shoes and jackets on.

"We ready?" He asked them and they nodded, Ameena babbled in her baby language.

"Never again." Erik just got back from dropping the kids off and plopped down, face first on the sofa.

You appeared from the kitchen, holding his favourite beer. "Not as easy as it looks, huh?" You smirked.

"Them boys is too much." He sat up and took the beer from your hand.

"Trust me, I know." You plopped down beside him, snuggling into his side. "You did this to us, just know."

He took a swig of beer, "What? How is this my fault, babe?"

"Last time I checked, you were the only who bragged about your pullout game being strong." You said with an eye roll.

"It is strong, otherwise I'd have more lil' niggas running around. Not just by you."

You punched him in the chest, "Fuck you, bruh."

"Aye, I'm just saying."

You knew he was telling the truth. Erik was the definition of a whore until he met you.

"So you really just out here getting me pregnant?"

"And I'm tempted to do it again." He set his drink down and pulled you underneath him. "How long before we gotta pick 'em up?" He rhetorically asked in a lustful tone.

"No, we ain't doing this!" You laugh, placing your foot against his chest. "You don't learn do you?"

"We make mistakes all the time." He shrugged with a smirk.

"Boy, whatever." You smiled at Erik.

(Start/Finish: April 12, 2019)

#killmonger x reader #killmonger fic #black reader

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mariacallous · 10 months

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Joshua Hangshing’s 7-year-old son died less than an hour after being shot in the head. But it wasn’t the bullet that killed him.

On June 4, Hangshing set off from a relief camp in the Kangpokpi district of the northeastern Indian state of Manipur. He and his family had moved there for safety after fighting broke out the month before between the state’s majority Meitei community and the minority Kuki-Zo. Clashes had erupted that day just a mile away from the camp, so Hangshing ventured out to fetch water in case they needed to take shelter for a prolonged period.

As he returned to the camp, he saw Tonsing, his youngest child, waving gleefully at him from a first-floor window. Then Tonsing fell, shot in the head. “It couldn’t have been a stray bullet,” Hangshing says. “I suspect it was a sniper.”

Tonsing was still breathing when Hanshing reached him, but he had lost a lot of blood. When an ambulance arrived, Hanshing stayed behind while his wife went with their son to the nearest hospital, 10 miles away in the capital city of Imphal. They were halfway there when they were ambushed by militants, who set fire to the ambulance. Tonsing and his mother, Meena, were burnt alive.

The brutal murder of two innocent people is the kind of horror that should have made the news across India, even across the world. But Hanshing’s story is only coming out now, months on, because of an internet blackout covering the whole of Manipur. At least 180 people have died, and more than 60,000 people have been made homeless. Villages have been set alight and neighbors have lynched neighbors as the authorities fail to control the escalating violence. For three months, hidden from the eyes of the world, Manipur has burned in the dark.

The relationship between the predominantly Hindu Meitiei community, which makes up 53 percent of Manipur’s population, and the Kuki community, which accounts for 28 percent and is largely Christian, has long been frosty.

But the situation has deteriorated rapidly this year. A military coup and civil war in neighboring Myanmar has led to thousands of refugees moving into Manipur. Many of the new arrivals are of Kuki-Chin-Zo ethnicity, who are culturally and ethnically close to the local Kuki population. Some in the Meitei community have seen this as a threat to their political dominance. In late March, a court in Manipur awarded the Meitei “tribal status”—a protected status that gives them access to economic benefits and quotas for government jobs, and allows them to purchase land in the hillside areas where Kuki tribes are concentrated.

Kuki groups say giving the majority community access to minority protections will strengthen the Meitei’s stronghold over the state. Meitei groups accuse Kukis of importing weapons from Myanmar to fight a civil war. On May 3, some from the Kuki community staged a rally in Churachandpur district to protest the court ruling. After the protest, an Anglo-Kuki War memorial gate—marking a war between Kukis and the British in 1917—in Churachandpur was set on fire by Meiteis, which triggered riots that killed 60 in the first four days.

It was just the start of a wildfire of violence that would spread across the state, with barbaric murders, beheadings, gang rapes, and other crimes. Outnumbered, the minority Kukis have suffered most.

But as the fighting began, on May 4, the Indian government did what it has done time and time again when faced with internal conflict. It shut off the internet.

The national government has the power to order telecom providers to stop providing fixed-line and mobile internet, using an emergency law. It did it 84 times in 2022 and 106 times in 2021, according to Access Now, a nongovernmental organization that tracks internet disruptions.

Most of the shutdowns were in the disputed territory of Kashmir, but they have been applied across the country. In December 2019, internet shutdowns were imposed in parts of Delhi, Uttar Pradesh, Karnataka, Assam, and Meghalaya after protests over a proposed citizenship law that would have rendered hundreds of thousands of Muslims stateless. In January and February 2021, the internet was disrupted around Delhi, where farmers were protesting agricultural reforms.

The justification for these shutdowns is that it stops disinformation from spreading on social media and helps keep a lid on unrest. In May, in Manipur, the government said the blackout was “to thwart the design and activities of anti-national and anti-social elements and to maintain peace and communal harmony … by stopping the spread of misinformation and false rumors through various social media platforms such as WhatsApp, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc. … ” It didn’t work.

On the first day of the shutdown, a Meitei mob went on a rampage in Imphal, seeking out Kukis to attack. As the violence spread, two young Kuki women in their early twenties huddled in their room above a carwash, where they worked part time. But the mob found them. Witnesses told the women’s families that seven Meitei men barged into their room and locked the door from inside. For two hours, the door remained shut. People outside could hear the screams of the women, which became muffled with time. When the door opened, the two women were dead. The families are certain their daughters were raped before being murdered.

The father of one of the women, whom WIRED is not identifying in order to protect the identity of his daughter, says he was told by a nurse at a hospital in Imphal that his child had been killed. Nearly three months after her death, her body is still in Imphal, along with dozens of unclaimed bodies rotting in the city hospitals because the Kuki families in the hills can’t go to Imphal Valley to claim them.

“It was her dream to become a beautician and start her own parlor. She always wanted to be financially independent,” the father says. She had finished her course in Imphal and was tantalizingly close to living her dream. About two months before the incident, she had rented a place in the city where she could open her beauty parlor. “She took up a part-time job to support her dream,” her father says. “She was excited about her future.”

The violence between the two communities has spiraled. Nearly 4,000 weapons have reportedly been stolen from the police, according to local media. Some Kukis have accused the police—many of whom are from Meitei communities—of standing by while Kukis are being attacked, and even of supporting Meitei extremist groups. Hangshing’s wife and son were killed despite a police escort. “How did the mob burn down the ambulance in police presence?” he says. “What did the police do to protect my wife and son?”

The police in Imphal declined to comment.

Today there is almost complete separation between the two communities, both of whom have their private militias protecting their territories. Kuki areas in Imphal are completely deserted. Meiteis in Kuki-dominated districts have been driven out of the hills.

At a relief camp opened in a trade center in Imphal, Budhachandra Kshetrimayum, a Meitei private school teacher, says his village, Serou in the Kakching district, was attacked by Kuki militants on the night of May 28. “The firing started out of nowhere,” he says. “They barged into the village and began torching the Meitei houses.”

Kshetrimayum had two options: either stay inside and be burned with his house, or run to the house of a local lawmaker for safety and risk being shot dead on the way. He chose the latter. “Luckily, I survived the firing and reached his house, where several other Meiteis were hiding,” he says. “His bodyguards were on the roof, firing back at the Kukis so they couldn’t come and get us.”

The next morning, Kshetrimayum found his house reduced to rubble.

Not too far from his home lived the widow of a leading fighter for India’s independence against Great Britain. “When I went closer, I realized that they had burnt the house with his 80-year-old wife inside it,” he says. “I could see her skull amid the debris. Since that night, I have been living in relief camps. I wear other people’s clothes. I eat other people’s food. I am a refugee in my own state.”

These aren’t isolated stories. Across the state, I heard eyewitness accounts of lynchings and murders, rapes, riots, and the burning of homes. After largely ignoring the crisis in Manipur for weeks, over the past couple of weeks, journalists from across India have descended on the state, thanks to a single video that leaked out from under the shroud of the blackout.

It’s not clear how the footage got out. But the 26-second video was posted on Twitter on July 20. It shows two Kuki women in Kangokpi being stripped and paraded naked by a mob. The women’s families say they were later gang-raped.

The video shook the conscience of India and shed light on the gravity of the situation in the state. It compelled Prime Minister Narendra Modi to speak about Manipur for the first time, 77 days after the violence broke out. “Any civil society should be ashamed of it,” he said.

After the police arrested one person accused of participating in the attack, N. Biren Singh, the chief minister of Manipur, tweeted that strict action would be taken against all the perpetrators. But the incident had happened months before, on May 4, the first day of the blackout. The husband of one of the women in the video claims that the police were on the spot when it happened, but did nothing to stop it. In other words, the police were compelled to take action after the video went viral. And this is just one sexual assault—one of many crimes—that’s happened in Manipur since May. The perpetrators in other cases are roaming free because there is no video to shame the authorities into pursuing them.

"The video that went viral is just the tip of the iceberg,” says TS Haokip, president of the Kuki-Zo Intellectual Council, an NGO formed by Kuki writers and teachers. “It is one case in which the state has acted because it went viral and caused a great deal of embarrassment to the state. But what about other victims who have suffered in obscurity?"

Indian authorities say that internet shutdowns like Manipur are done to preserve the peace, to stop misinformation spreading online and reassert control. Experts say they have the opposite effect. They allow impunity for crimes and for those who fail to pursue them. Had locals in Manipur been able to draw attention to the situation as it got out of control, the anarchy that followed might have been avoided. But the silence over the state meant the national government could feign ignorance. Human rights groups said they couldn’t collect evidence of violations or distribute them to colleagues overseas.

The blackouts cause further disruption to an economy made fragile by the violence, and hinder aid groups as they try to collect funds for relief work.

Young Vaiphei Association, a nonprofit organization, operates five relief camps in Churachandpur district, housing 5,000 people. Lainzalal Vaiphei, convener of the relief committee, says they’ve had to raise funds door-to-door. “But because the state is in a limbo, people have suffered economically as well. They don’t have money to donate.” Had the internet been operational in Manipur, the organization could have tapped donors from outside the state through social media, and raised money for medicines. “We are barely managing our resources,” Vaiphei says.

In such a volatile atmosphere, shutting down communications doesn't stop misinformation. Rumors always spread fast in conflicts; blacking out the internet often just means that there’s no way to verify whether the accounts that are spreading them are genuine.

“The disinformation still spreads but it is not being countered,” says Raman Jit Singh Chima, Asia policy director at Access Now. Most fact-checkers are independent journalists or operate in small newsrooms. Even if they can fact-check a doctored video or a false claim, they have no way to spread their work widely.

This can help fuel violence, creating monopolies on information and allowing more extreme voices to dominate. “Shutdowns like these actually benefit the perpetrators in a conflict situation,” Chima says. “Whoever is more powerful or networked on the ground gets to set the narrative.”

As the two women in the July 4 video were paraded around the village, the inebriated men around them shouted, “We will do to you what your men did to our women.” The men claimed to be “avenging” a Meitei woman who had been allegedly raped and killed in the Kuki-dominated district of Churachandpur. A photograph claiming to be of her dead body wrapped in a plastic bag had made the rounds in Manipur. Except the woman in the photograph was from Delhi. The story was a fabrication.

The violence in Manipur has ruptured communities and left families with no way back to their old lives. For Neng Ja Hoi, a relief camp in K Salbung of Churachandpur district is now her home. On May 3, her husband, Seh Kho Haokipgen, was lynched while guarding their village of K Phaijang. Violence broke out and the police fired teargas. “He fell down during the commotion,” says Neng. “He somehow managed to get up but his vision was blurred because of the teargas. He ran for his life but he ran toward the Meitei mob, which beat him to death.”

Neng hasn’t really come to terms with her husband’s passing. “He was a religious pastor, and he traveled quite a bit for work,” she says, cradling her 11-month old baby, tears rolling down her face. “I tell myself he is still on one of his long religious journeys. He was the sole breadwinner of the house. How will I look after my kids?”

She sleeps in a tent in a small room with her three children. Her few possessions are crammed on a bench nearby. “I grabbed whatever I could from our house and ran with the kids,” she says. “They will grow up here.”

The warring sides have drawn something akin to battle lines in Manipur. Abandoned homes, charred vehicles, and scorched shops line the borders between communities. Both groups have set up bunkers in deserted villages. The only people here are volunteers from “village defense forces” with guns, guarding the territory from people who used to be their neighbors. The military is deployed in the buffer zone. Venturing into enemy territory is a death sentence.

That is exactly why Joshua Hangshing didn’t get in the ambulance with his son Tonsing. He is a Kuki. If he had accompanied his son to Imphal, there was no chance the two would have survived. But a hospital in a Kuki area was two hours away. With a bullet in his head, Tonsing had to be taken to the nearest possible facility. Hangshing’s wife, Meena, was a Meitei Christian. Even though she belonged to the minority among the majority Hindu Meiteis, the couple thought her presence in the ambulance would keep them safe.

As we talk about the breakdown in trust between communities, Hangshing reminisces about meeting Meena in the mid-2000s. He was working in Imphal, and Meena would pass his office to attend singing classes. “She had a lovely voice,” he says with a wistful smile. For them, it was love at first sight. It didn’t matter that they belonged to different ethnicities. “Her mother was against it initially,” he recalls. “But she came around.”

He has now moved to Kangpokpi Town, away from his village, which is too close to the border with Imphal. He doesn’t think he’ll go back. But he hopes that reconciliation between communities is possible. “If everybody who has suffered starts thinking about revenge, the cycle of violence will never stop,” he says. “The Bible has taught me to forgive.”

On July 25, the state partially lifted the blackout, allowing some fixed-line connections back online—with restrictions. However, most people in the state rely on mobile internet. Apar Gupta, a lawyer and founder of the campaign group the Internet Freedom Foundation, said the changes only benefit a “tiny” number of privileged people. “It is my firm belief the internet shutdown is to serve state interests in avoiding accountability and contouring the media ecology than any evidentiary law and order objective," Gupta tweeted. Manipur is still mostly in the dark. And while the violence has subsided as both sides stay within their territory, it hasn’t died out completely. In the border zones, shots still ring out. It’s still smoldering, and could burst back into flames at any time.

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hello! feel free to ignore this, but i've been seeing your poems on my dash and i was wondering if you'd like to share a bit about the thought process behind them, your inspirations/influences and how you got started. did you start writing and then study form, or the opposite? or did you not study form at all? also, how long have you been writing? i'd really like to get started with poetry as well but i feel like everything i write is forced and stilted. if you have any advice, i'd love to hear it! if not, that's totally fine of course. have a great day.

hii hello how are you?! thank you for asking me this, I'd love to tell you more! <3

okay so I started writing mainly to try and cope with my trauma and try to heal from it, it still does hurt but I'm glad I decided to write about it, it made the pain a little easier to digest. And I mainly wrote stuff in the genre of heartbreak and sadness (let me tell you, this one poem I wrote that was a mix of the first seven minutes of one of my favorite movies and my own experiences that I wrote three years ago is still one of my favorites to this date) and I found that I quite enjoy writing in that genre, I think it was my way of coping with stuff, which seems ironic but at that time I feel I was truly in my element. My friends all started calling me "Tragedy Queen" like the actress Meena Kumari because I was the most cheerful person who wrote about gut-wrenching stuff. And I started writing at the start of 2020 maybe in Jan (I used to joke around with my friends saying my writing was so bad it bought a virus to my country, god I should have shut up) and at that point of time writing was an escape for me, I did not learn any form, I just wanted to write what I felt and honestly did not think of anything else. I still remember the first poem I wrote (I cringe so hard while reading it now)

And now if you'll see, I write a lot about love, both romantic and platonic because it's what I've been yearning about all these years. If you do check my poems out you'll see that there's always an undertone of longing in some of my poems. For me this shows a lot of healing because after everything I faced where I genuinely hated myself to a place where I couldn't write about love (again both platonic and romantic), happiness and contentment without breaking down at least thrice and havjng my hands shake, this shows a lot of moving forward for me (holy shit I have never acknowledged this before now oh mu god) I still do write a lot of heartbreak because I feel heartbreak has become like a bubble, a comfort space for me. My friends still call me Tragedy queen from time to time, but now I think I kinda like that title now. And it's not like I've completely changed, I'm still insecure of my writings and hate them on the occasional day but I've slowly learned to love it and myself too.

I don't think so I'm in any place to give you advice because I'm still a learner but my advice would be to read poems often. I'm not saying that you have to read one poem per day but that's a nice habit that I'm glad I have. And along with that some time before, I used to write four-five lines everyday as a warmup! (I lost that habit because of uni but thank you for reminding me of it) and also when you do write stuff, realise it's for yourself, I forgot to keep that in mind and tried writing for maybe posting it on here or anywhere else and I genuinely hated what I wrote so do keep that in mind!

happy writing!! <33

— ghazal ♡

#happy writing anon!! thank you for asking me this !! 💓💓💓#a nonnie #asks #mine

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lunarcovehq · 5 months

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'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE NEW YEARS

'Twas the night before... and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse...

'Twas the night before New Years and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even Ralph Middlemas, the 'Little Mouse'. Just as the White Elephant Party was coming to a close, the doors to the Magnolia Inn flung open with a large gust of wind. Some of the presents that had been won toppled out of partygoers arms and onto the floor. A glass of eggnog spilled out of Jonah Rivas' (@jonahxrivas) hand and all over Noel Delaney-Yassin's (@dvsconocvdo) top. But, before the Lunar Covians could get the doors to the Inn shut, one by one individuals in the room's eyes began to turn dark. Black smoke swirled behind the pupils of Amrita, Mason, Remmy's eyes & so many more. It seems a handful of witches and vampires have been overtaken by a dark magic spell. The full list of the inflicted are as follows-

The Witches Who Are Inflicted: Poppy Reed, Amrita Singh, Mason Mahir, Rae Elle Park, Briar Reed, Jasmine St. Claire, & Linden Reed

The Vampires Who Are Inflicted: Meena Raja, Arlo Ladrón, Remmy McAllister, Julian Chandler, Ronnie Bishop, Ralph Middlemas, Bri Rivas, & Sébastien De Fortier

These witches and vampires all signed up for the Neighborhood Watch and now 'Cypress Reed's' promise is coming to fruition. He promised those who signed up a chance to win a luxury prize that involves a celebrity guest. Low and behold, the surprise guest is himself, Silas Chamberlain, the dark magic coven leader who came to town in an attempt to build back up his coven. But, with his own children still holding their reservations, Silas had decided to take matters into his own hands and gift those like him, the witches and the offspring of the Reapers, the vampires, a taste of their full potential. The inflicted above signed up for what they believed to be a Neighborhood Watch, but in reality they were signing a blood oath to be taken over by a Dark Coven's desire fulfillment spell. For the next twenty-four hours, the Inflicted will no longer be tied down by feelings such as love or empathy. They will instead be overtaken by the surge of power and a desperate desire to perform dark magic. The vampires whose siphoning abilities were once more restricted have become unlocked, while the witches, coven members or not are now being spelled to tap into a number of spells that they previously restricted themselves from.

SO WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR THE TOWN?

For the Inflicted: You have your empathy is turned off. You are still able to feel emotions (anger, lust, joy etc.), but you temporarily have lost the ability to care about anyone else or anything. You feel an overwhelming need to perform dark magic (as if you will die if you don't cast another spell) and you are willing to stop anyone who tries to get in your way or prevent you from doing such. But, the spell, like most magic spells, can't force you to do anything you are morally against (i.e. if you're against killing or hurting a loved one), so when faced with a situation you're morally against, you will have a chance to be able snap out of the spell. For those who have ever performed dark magic before- you will have an advantage. If you already know the dark magic spells, you will be able to cast them with ease. For those light witches & vampires who used to be witches - you may be aware of the spells to cast, but the world of dark magic is new to you. Some spells may land as intended while others may have unintended results. For those vampires who have never casted spells before- your spells will likely go awry as you try to attempt to perform magic for the first time.

For everyone else: As the inflicted descend on Lunar Cove, you disperse from the Magnolia Inn, taking to the streets in an attempt to protect yourselves and reason with your inflicted loves ones. If you are able to emotionally resonate with an inflicted, you may be able to snap them out of the spell (the inflicted can also snap each other out of the spell, though it is less likely). They may snap out for a few minutes, before falling back under or could permanently snap out of the spell and come back to reality. But, if you'd rather not risk it, you can always run, hide or fight back. As for the uninflicted covenless witches & vampires- Silas may have unlocked the inflicteds magic, but the potential to perform dark magic is still inside of you as well. You can chose whether you want to attempt to dabble in the dark arts yourself or reason with them using light magic and your other abilities to try to protect yourself or help. But, note, for those in the coven, you will be unable to use your magic while your coven members are performing dark magic. You will essentially be human for the next 24 hours.

REMINDERS

With this plot drop, the discord event is over. Please more over to the dash to react to any of the above.

With this plot drop, we have also updated the witch & vampire lore to expand upon dark magic. We know its a lot of reading, but we highly recommend taking the time to read through the witch & vampire pages if you play either of these two species. You can find the updated bestiary here.

With all of the lore updates, we know there will be a lot of questions, so please feel free to submit any questions you may have to us either via the main or in the OOC Event channel in the discord. .

The tag for the event is lunarcoveevent9. Everything pertaining to this plot drop or the event should be under this tag. Starters should have both the starter and event tag.

This plot drop is mandatory. Whether your characters were at the Magnolia Inn or not, your characters will still have the opportunity to run into the Inflicted around town and, as always, big plots should be discussed with the admins before playing them out on the dash, so if you have any big plots you want to do, please let us know.

For anyone looking to bring in new characters, we are temporarily pausing acceptance. We will be taking a week off from acceptance to avoid new characters coming in admits the chaos.

Last, but not least, we hope you have fun!

#lunarcoveevent9 #lunarcoveevent

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cantfightmoonlight · 1 year

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@theodorexmoore

Meena was exhausted. Her entire body felt like it was running on empty fuel as she searched through their fridge for a blood bag, pouring the contents out in a glass for herself before placing a metal straw in it to sip out of. Between working together to rescue her fellow residents that were held captive to fighting off hunter after hunter, she wasn't quite sure how much more she could take, before she finally decided to give in and sleep. The 'trivial' human need she often avoided like the plague until she couldn't take it anymore and needed to allow herself to shut off her brain for a while. But, for now, she continued to hold out, attempting to allow herself a moment of silence in the fact that they had actually managed to capture a hunter before eradicating the rest. The town was safe, for now, and, for now, that was enough.

But, she could practically feel the moment of peace she had been desperately trying to cling on to fading as she heard the door to their home swing open once more.

"You were wrong by the way," Meena murmured out as she tossed a blood bag in the air in the direction of Theo for him to catch. And, if he didn't, then she'd worry about cleaning up the spilled blood the following morning, she decided as she moved to take a sip of her own glass, sliding an empty glass across the countertop towards him in case he wanted to sip at his drink rather than take from the bag. "When you said I did nothing." Who the hell did he think initiated the search parties, however late? How did he think Millie figured out that he was still alive? The Town Clerk combed over the statements Meena had made in terms of the sire bond breaking. She found the anomalies in the events that Meena couldn't, but that wasn't because Meena hadn't cared. As much as she often acted like she fucking hated Theo, and she did most days, he was still her family and the ideal of him dying had been one of the worst days of her life. "I'd go to hell and back for you. Even though we've both always known you've never given a damn about me. Straw?" she asked, holding another metal straw up towards him as her gaze finally met his. Her brow tilting up in question.

#theo ft. meena #c: meena #tw blood #tw injury

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tigresslanzhu · 11 months

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Now It Is Time For An Incorrect “Poem”!

Meena: [reading to baby Pansy from a nursery rhyme book] “There was an old woman who lived in a shoe”…

Gunter: Gezundheit!

Meena: What?

Gunter: You just sneezed!

Meena: No, I didn’t! I was just reading to Pansy! Listen! “There was an old woman who lived in a shoe”…

Gunter: Gezundheit again!

Meena: Cut it out! I didn’t sneeze! You can’t sneeze without knowing it!

Gunter: But you did! You said ‘A-Choo!”

Meena: No, I said “a shoe!”

Gunter: She’s doing it again, Pansy! Tell her Gezundheit!

Meena: I’m trying to read about a shoe!

Gunter: Gezundheit! Gezundheit!

Meena: ‘A SHOE’! ‘A SHOE’!

Gunter: You must be getting a summer cold! Lay down!

Meena: Never mind him, Pansy! I’m just going to have to say that there was an old woman who lived in a giant version of something that usually goes on your foot…

Gunter: SPOOK!

Meena: {shrieks} Why did you scare me like that?

Gunter: Cuz I was hoping it would get rid of your sneezes!

Meena: I never sneezed in the first place, and you’re mixed up! That’s what you do when you hiccup!

Gunter: When you what?

Meena: Hiccup! HICCUP!

Gunter: SPOOK! SPOOK! Are your hiccups gone now?

Meena: No! I mean, yes! I mean, I hadn’t hiccuped or sneezed or… AAAAARGH! I’m so frustrated!

Gunter: At who?

Meena: AT YOU!

Gunter: Gezundheit! Your trunk’s all sneezy again!

Meena: I GIVE UP!

{Meena leaves the room}

Gunter: TA-DAAAAAAA!

Artica: {In hysterics of laughter} Sh- Shut your mouth, Gunter! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THAT WASN’T FUHUHUHUHUHUHNNY!

Inspired by I’m Just No Good At Rhyming by Chris Harris

Pansy courtesy of @singanddisneyfan

#sing 2021 #sing 2016 #meena sing #sing artica #sing gunter

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xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx · 4 months

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TURNING RED MEIS FRIENDS FAMILY LIFE HCS

Hcs about meis friends home and family life because I really want to know xx

Miriam:

She comes from a Dutch-Canadian family, both of her parents are Jewish meaning she is too. Her great-great grandparents moved from Germany to Canada, meaning most of her living family has lived in Canada their whole life

she only speaks English

Her parents divorced when she was young, and she lives with her dad (I’m pretty sure this was canon cuz I read that in a deleted scene she said her parents were divorced and since Mei says ‘Miriam’s dad is ordering us pizza’, she probably lives with her dad and I just liked this idea)

Shes the youngest of 5 kids, and the only daughter, meaning she has 4 older brothers, which is why she’s a bit tomboyish and she’s very caring to the others because she’s the eldest and she’s never had anyone to care for before. She’s the closest with the brother who is closest in age to her. Their ages are 20, 18, 17 and 15. Her brothers are called Caleb, Noah, Daniel and James

She sees her mum once a week, but doesn’t really have anything to do with her

she only had her grandparents on her dads side and a great grandmother on her mums side

she has a lot of cousins. Like loads, and they’re all either the same age as her or older than her

she also has lots of uncles and aunts (I like to think she has a large family which is why she’s so kind ig 🤷‍♀️)

She has a pet lizard called ‘T’. Her dad tried to convince her not to call it after Aaron t but all her friends thought it would be hilarious if she did. Like Mei with Robaire jr

her brothers taught her how to skateboard

her brothers baby her and she HATES it. Like if they baby her, if she can she’ll tell them to shut up and talk to them like she talked to Tyler when he bullied mei

priya:

Lives with both of her parents, who are from India

her parents were born in India, but moved to Canada when they were young with her grandparents, meaning they speak English and Hindi, but priya was just born in canada

priya speaks Hindi

she’s the eldest of 3 children, she has 2 little sisters who are 8 and 3. Her sisters are called Meena and Aarya

she visits India in the holidays (like when you end a school year and have the huge break and go into a year above)

her and her dad both LOVE rock music, which is why she’s a goth. Her sisters who’s 8 also loves it. Her mum isn’t that keen on it but she lets them make their living room sound like a mosh pit because she likes how they bond over it. She loves nirvana, Metallica, smash into pieces, evanescence (who are her person fav), babymetal (she tried getting Abby into them because they’re Japanese but Abby hated it lol), bring me the horizon, slipknot, halestorm, korn, I Prevail, etc (these are all my fav rock bands don’t judge me 😭)

she’s very protective of her sisters, despite not doing much with them. Because she’s quiet and loves reading, she spends most of her time in her room or in the mosh pit of a living room, but she cares for them deeply and would do anything for them, like with Miriam Mei and abby

she has a small family unlike Miriam, she only has 2 uncles and 1 aunt, and only has a few cousins

abby:

Comes from a Korean family

was actually born in Korea, and lived there until she was 3, then moved to Canada with her parents and her siblings

she speaks both Korean and English, but when she’s mad by default she yells and speaks in Korean

she has 1 older sister and 1 younger brother, her sisters 16 and her brothers 6. Her sisters called Jasmine and her brother is called Felix

Her and her siblings have Korean names which their family calls them. Their legal names are their English names (so Abby’s legal name is Abby), and if their parents mention them to people who aren’t family, they’ll say their English name (so they’ll say abby), but when it’s their family or they’re speaking to them, they’ll call them their Korean name. Jasmines is Hwayoung, Abby’s is Chaeyoung, and Felix’s Jiyoung

her mum runs one of those Asian hair salons (do u get what I mean cuz she said ‘my mum cuts his hair at the salon’ when she was talking abt Devon)

her dad runs a Korean restaurant

Because it’s just her, her parents and siblings she doesn’t really see the rest of her family

She only really visits korea for a family celebration, like a wedding or funeral or a Christening or somet

She ALWAYS plays twister or just dance with her siblings, and her dad thinks it’s hilarious, but her mum wishes she had a quiet household for once

the reason she’s so energetic and loud is because she came from that type of household

you think she’s bad, her brother is even worse. Hes WAY more energetic than her, and her sister is loud but kind of calm

loves to take the mick out of her brother

#Turning red #miriam mendelsohn #priya mangal #abby park #meilin lee #Mei lee #4*town #turning red miriam #turning red priya #turning red abby

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moonglowmagic · 1 year

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@cantfightmoonlight (Meena Raja Moore)

Where: Starlight Bar

“Here you go.” Poppy said as she handed over the mug of hot chocolate, sat down at the empty table across from Meena. “If you decide you want alcohol in it let me know.” Offering to Meena with a smile, she’d held back the alcohol for now. It was well past closing and the bar was empty, but Poppy was still wide awake and not the least bit tired. “I’m not sure who invented winter or decided to put the safe haven in this god forsaken place but they deserve a special place in hell.” Pulling the beanie further down to keep her head warm, she she was already bundled up in a sweatshirt and sweater. “I mean California and Hawaii would have been great options.” She remarked with a half smile, before taking a sip of her hot chocolate. “Sorry if you were there at the founding of this place but I stand by what I said.” Teasing slightly with a wink. “I mean I could have been having a sunshiny Christmas instead there’s likely going to be twelve feet of snow outside my door.” Keeping her hands around her cup for the warmth, it felt like any warmth she had was constantly draining from her lately. “So I have to ask, in the interest of starting over.” She preferenced before putting her drink on the table. “Your former marriage…” she started just to see if Meena would push her off the subject. “You mentioned you didn’t like him. Can I ask why you stayed with him? I mean I understand the why you got married and turned from what you explained, but a hundred plus years is a very long time to spend with someone you don’t enjoy being with.” Looking over at Meena with a slight tilt of her head, she was honestly just curious. “I mean I get you mentioned lovers were a thing, which if I’m being honest was wild for me to hear.” She admitted with a laugh. “I thought you were happily married all those years and this had been your first fling since the marriage.” Still laughing as she shook her head, she couldn’t believe how naive she’d been. “God I thought I was the first woman.” Giving another laugh before covering her face with her hands. “This has to truly be the most embarrassing and dumbest moment of my life.” She admitted as she continued to shake her head. Picking up her mug once more as she took a drink from it again, she held it to her chest. “You really must have liked me for just being hot because around you there was like one brain cell working at all points and times clearly.” She joked playfully.

Letting the joking stop for a moment, she put the hot chocolate down once more and looked over at Meena again. “So is it too personal to ask, just feel free to shut it down, but did you see your ex husband during well..” What she’d chalked up to the worst night of her life, which had truly been up there considering she’d been attacked by hunters in the past. “I mean even my own step dad and former supreme appeared and attempted to murder me so…” She remarked with a shrug. “I wasn’t sure if any of the other former leads showed up too feeling a little vengeful themselves.”

#( ft. meena raja moore. )#( threads || poppy reed. )#( closed starter. )

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xaviernottheprofessor · 2 years

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Holidays-A flashback mentions of: @thomas-meier Notes: a glimpse before ship-wrecked.

“Relationships suck.” Meena dragged her tongue across her top teeth, trying to get the taste of cognac off of her. “How do you drink this, X?”

“Mm? Yeah, I’ll drink to that!” He held up his glass, back facing Meena as he typed away the script he had in mind for the next show.

Meena was glaring at him, glass in hand, lifting it a bit. “Cheers.” She opened his fridge and pulled out some chocolate strawberries. “Aw, how nice. Admirers?” She cackled and shut the door, stepping back when a Christmas photo card that was up fell. “Aw.” Meena bent down to pick it up. “Cute! God, you look so alike.”

Xavier finally turned, taking a sip of his drink and smirked. “No. Work got me strawberries for my birthday.” He then arched a brow, holding on to the back of his chair, squinting his eyes to get a good view of what Meena was going on about. He stood up and took the photo card from her only to place it back on the suite’s fridge. “Well, we are twins. SO yeah.

“No, I know but like insanely so. I wonder if he has all the same parts too…” She giggled and he then stared at her incredulously. “That’s my brother, Meena. What’s wrong with you?”

“Someone’s grumpy.” She huffed and moved to sit on the couch. “Are you going to get married someday like him? His wife is pretty. I bet she’s a lawyer or something. She’s got lawyer vibes.”

“I’m tired. I have a script to get together and you’re buzzing around like I have all the time in the world. Athena’s an adoption advocate.”

“Fancy. And you asked me to come, Xavier. More than once. Bow chicka bow wow!” She chuckled, pulling him down beside her and he followed. “Come on. Sit here. Tell me what’s wrong, my lonely Xavier?”

He sighed, sitting beside her and looked over with a scowl. “I wish I was in London for the holidays. I asked you to come over to keep me company so I don’t completely fly off the handle with this deadline but instead you’re here getting drunk and…”

“But what do you want? We already had se–”

“Meena…” He took her hands in his and shifted slightly to face her. “I just want a conversation. Is that too much to ask right now?”

“WE don’t do conversations, Xavier. Why are you so sentimental all of a sudden? Anyway, stop what you’re doing. Let’s go. I have an invite to Thomas’ party. Meier. You know? The hockey player? You should come.”

Xavier was exhausted. In more ways than one and he truly was starting to regret inviting his situation ship over when clearly she didn’t really want to be there. “I can’t. I have a deadline.”

“You can’t mope about not having companionship and then skip out on a Thomas Meier party. Where’s your logic?”

He sighed and stood up, walking back to his desk. “Have fun, Meena.”

“I plan on it. Thomas looked especially delicious last time I saw him. Which you would know since you were there.”

He closed his laptop and sat there for a few seconds. “Well, find someone else.”

“What? You’re such a sour asshole. Why?”

“Because he’s my friend and you’re my…are we really talking about this? And since when are you a hockey bunny?” Xavier turned completely to face her.

“You mean a puck bunny and I don’t give a damn if you’re friends and I’m nothing to you, remember? That’s how this is. And I became one when I saw his networth. For someone who wants no commitment, you’re truly showing a different side lately. Besides, you don’t care who I fuck, Xavier. Let’s be real.”

“You’re right. I don’t. Anyone but him though. He’s not into that dollar store bin gold digger type, you feel?”

He stood up once more and opened the door to the suite, holding out his hand. “I’m starting to have a change in what I like too. Give me your hotel card, Meena. If I hear you are anywhere near Thomas, I will make sure he knows exactly why you’re hanging around.

She couldn’t believe the audacity but didn’t care too much to continue this. Meena handed him the key card and rolled her eyes. “I think you care more than you let on. That’s your problem, X. But I’ll see you around. You should really consider that trashy romance show. Maybe you’ll find what you’re looking for there.” Unbothered by the entire conversation, she kissed his cheek and left the suite.

“Yeah, okay. How do I find something or someone if I don’t even know what it is.” Xavier mumbled under his breath and pulled out his phone to warn Thomas. “As a matter of fact, maybe I do need to party tonight.” And then he grabbed his jacket and left his work behind for the evening.

#(paras.)

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