#we're all doing the best we can to protect our safety and that of others in a crisis situation

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART THREE

i heard what happened.

thank you for protecting the child.

we can risk violence here or face it for certain on the road.

a low thought, but i'd be lying if i said i hadn't considered it.

i'm not some murderer for hire.

to get these people to safety, there's nothing i won't do.

if your people survived that, they'll survive anything.

it's unusual for them to organize so cleverly.

you're equal to the task.

try not to keel over with the first blade drawn.

might not look it, but we're tough.

there's optimism and then there's stupid.

how are you going to take my gold if you're dead?

just leave the gold on my corpse.

i wish we could at least give them a proper burial.

gold ain't any use if you're too cold to spend it.

you're giving up?

you should leave it, or destroy it.

at best it's worthless. at worst, who knows.

do not trifle with that moon witch or her trinkets.

only trouble will follow.

we've enough troubles and burdens as it is.

perhaps you can sell that for a couple of coins.

i should pluck your eyes out.

a cursed book? how obvious.

this quarrel sours our feast.

be you friend or food?

am i not astonishing?

i am by all accounts a student of higher commerce and extortion.

it's not what it looks like, i swear.

i wasn't going to hurt you.

i can't believe i didn't see it.

i'm not some monster.

why didn't you tell me?

i needed you to trust me.

you can trust me.

do you think you could trust me just a little further?

let's make ourselves comfortable, shall we?

i was just swept up in the moment.

i'm looking forward to seeing you fight.

you're invigorating, but i need something more filling.

this is a gift, you know. i won't forget it.

good morning. how do you feel?

i just feel a little woozy.

i thought you'd be more powerful.

someone, or something, wants me alive.

as for my other quirks — well, we can figure those out in time.

i'm just glad you're being sensible about these revelations.

i was worried people might turn up with torches and pitchforks.

that explains the pallor.

we're each monsters in the making.

i taste absolutely awful.

we need him, like it or not.

we're bound together, no matter what comes.

you say all the right words, but i'm not so sure you mean the right things.

i will respect the decision that was made.

we're all friends again.

there's a long day ahead of us.

what a manner of place is this?

is this a path to redemption or a road to damnation?

your journey is just beginning.

what would suit the occasion?

i am [name], very much at your service.

if you want to threaten me, don't disguise it.

you're paranoid, aren't you.

must be the surroundings.

rather bleak and lonesome, one feels so exposed.

this quaint little scene is decidedly too middle-of-nowhere for me.

enjoy your supper. after all, i might be your last.

are these theatrics leading somewhere?

are you not entertained?

far be it from me to disappoint.

how dear is one's soul?

you're made if you think i'll make a deal with a devil.

what is madness but a denial of reality?

exhaust every possibility until none are left.

when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair, that's when you'll come knocking on my door.

i'll have the last laugh in the end.

one might say you're a paragon of luck.

i've something important to discuss with you.

we've been travelling together for a while now and it's just about time that i shared something with you.

are you telling me you're addicted to magic?

i would not burden anyone other than myself with this were the stakes not so high.

if not out of the simple goodness of your heart, then perhaps your own self-interest might be sufficient motivation.

please, trust me.

your help could be the difference between life and death.

i'm afraid that's not going to work on me.

let us agree on actions first and explanations later.

i didn't come seeking battle.

you're different than the others, i can tell.

i'm afraid proper thanks must wait.

your boldness is a blessing.

it takes more than mere fire to break me.

i must ask again for your aid.

why entrust this to me?

i know him better than most.

i'm not interested in your lineage.

you shouldn't keep secrets like this from me.

he named me friend, and that meant the world.

they're a powerful friend with a keen interest in privacy.

i'm sworn to say no more.

i spent more time dueling than rubbing elbows with lords.

not to say i didn't develop a taste for good win and a talent for courtly dance.

it's been a badger's age since i've twinkled my toes.

a drunk ogre could put on a better show.

we can learn a lot from fairytales, don't you think?

he'll require of you only what you're least ready to part with, and then require more still.

the devil won't take just anything, he'll take everything.

that is a story reserved for lifetime friends and calmer days.

i question the wisdom in that decision but so be it.

there's no way you could have known.

i doubt a fight against them would go your way.

seems you have good survival instincts.

i go my own way — alone.

#rp sentence meme #sentence meme #sentence prompts #sentence starters #starter sentences #rp memes #rpc #memes

[partyanimal167]

Hi! I heard you wanted ideas to write for Law!

I have one! Terribly specific hope thats ok!

How about something along the line of a extreme fluff ? Like Reader helps to nurse the crew back to health after loosing the ship and perhaps during a separation moment ( reader stays behind to fight the marines or something? Up to you!) And then at some point the following exchange happens:

Reader: " its not goodbye, I still want to see the submarine again! "

Law, being carried away by Bepo: " I ... I will find you! I will get you back!"

Reader:" I will be back, for as long as you want me to!"

Maybe a few tears here and there?

Thanks! Hope this helps!

Hi! I appreciate your request. I'm not the best at fluffly moments, but I will try my best. Thank you so much for the details. I'll see what I can do~

See You Later- Law x GN!Reader

CW: fluff, soft moments, comfort, non-graphic action

I'lll be right back okay! Just keep going ahead!

Law would say he was confident in his ability to keep adapting as situations called for it. You have to be when dealing with the Strawhats, of course. However losing your ship, getting ambushed by Marines, and knowing your lover is fighting can cloud one's mind.

It really wasn't supposed to go this way. In a rare spur of luck, the Marines were able to track down the Polar Tang when the crew needed to restock, and the news didn't travel fast enough. Law made the ambitious call to the guys on watch to go out to sea while the rest would wait it out and call for escape when appropriate.

Everyone had been running around with their respective mini groups trying to hide in the shadows and find ways to not draw attention. Things were going well for the first two days, but then more naval reinforcements came. The group was meeting in an abandoned warehouse when the ambush occured.

You wiped a bit of blood from the corner of your lip before putting up your fists again. You scanned the building again--ready for more opponents.

"Captain! I think we're safe for now." Bepo announced aloud.

The group seemed to collectively let out a breath as they saw either knocked out soldiers on the ground or a few retreat in a haste.

Law sheathed his sword. "We need to be cautious. There's no telling when-," the man then sunk onto a knee before going into a coughing fit.

You looked over at him before gasping at the sight of blood on his shirt. "Law, your wound is reopening. We need to get you back to the ship."

Though a knowledgeable doctor, Law was still a stubborn man. He wouldn't leave without being certain that everything would be okay. "I'm fine. We just need to find a new place to hide, and-"

"There's no need to find a place to hide. We need to escape before more Marines come. We're near their base. We'll be safer at sea." you argued.

"But there's no way we're all going to make it out right now. There's too many of us." Law groaned. There was a more reasonable solution, but he wasn't going to consider it.

You, however, weren't going to allow things to drag on. You shook your head. "Some of us can stay while you go on ahead. There's enough of us to hold off our enemies while the others escape to safety."

"I'm not leaving you. As captain, I"

"As a nonmember of the Heart Pirates, I do not care what their captain has to say." you rebutted sternly. It had been one of the things you two talked about in the past. There was always the possibility of a conflict of interest with you onboard. With your life as a outlaw before joining, you knew what to expect. Yet, you couldn't let go of all your freedoms. You didn't really need a reason to bring it up before, but Law needed a reminder. You were not an underling who needed protecting. Moreso, you were looking out even for his greater good.

"Bepo," you stated while giving a strong look.

He seemed to understand what you meant and saluted. "Aye!" he paused and looked at Law, "Sorry Captain!" Law was thrown over the shoulder of his friend which shocked him before arguing.

"Wait! No! Y/n, I'm not leaving you. I'll-," Bepo started running away while a few other members followed.

You smiled gently and waved. "This isn't goodbye at all. I'll see the Tang again."

"I... I will find you! I will get you back! All of you!"

"I'll be back, for as long as you want me to!" You beamed before running out the warehouse in the opposite direction along with Shachi and the others. "Let's keep Law and the crew safe for now."

~~~

You quietly hummed a tune while wringing out a towel. You dampened it fresh hot water before placing it on your patient's forehead.

"...I'm still mad at you."

You chuckled. "I'm sure you are." you continued to redress Law's bandages. "Too bad though, I get to play nurse."

"You shouldn't have done something so reckless."

"I think you forget which one of us had a bigger bounty when we met." you teased.

"I can't lose you." you paused after hearing that confession.

It had been a stressful couple days for Law after separating from you. His group was able to get back on the Tang, but by the time they tried to reach for you, your lot was already engaged in another battle. It took awhile and periods of no communication before it was safe for you to steal a boat and meet the crew out at sea. Law was quick to get the submarine to surface and you all onboard. You were safe with minimal injuries, but it seems you underestimated how much Law worried.

You caressed his cheek and smiled. "That stress is going to put you in a grave before any battle will." you paused and sighed. "You can't get rid of me so easily, Law."

The man scoffed before closing his eyes and enjoying your touch. "You're too stubborn to give up." he joked weakly.

You chuckled, "Precisely why you love me." You then kissed his cheek. "I love you too. I won't let anything go between us."

~~~

Thank you for requesting! I liked how this turned out--simple and sweet. Please share your thoughts. I appreciate you reading this

#one piece #one piece x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #fluff #comfort #gn reader #mine #request #anon #stewie writes #partyanimal167

[jedimemery]

And Now for an Omega Rant Because I Said So

Disclaimer: This post has spoilers for the first 2 episodes of The Bad Batch season 2.

I was just sitting here at work, when all of a sudden I was hit with the full weight of why Omega did the things she did in these episodes. When we find them on their way to Serenno, Hunter and Echo are talking about doing more to fight the Empire vs. going into hiding. Echo says that they are living the life they have because of Omega. Now, in context it makes sense. Hunter is saying he wants to go into hiding to protect her, but Echo makes the case that they chose to live a life that defies the Empire all because of Omega, and he wants to do something that truly matters because of it.

Now here's where it really got me: Omega hears what Echo said as, "We're on the run and living hand to mouth because of this kid. She's the whole reason why we're stuck on this dead-end path." And she internalizes that. She suddenly sees herself as a burden to the Batch because of what they went through saving her from Kamino.

Therefore, she does what I feel like a lot of us tend to do when we feel this way: she does her best to contribute, to add something tangible to the group in an effort to try and "make up" for what she thinks she owes them. She doesn't want to be the dead weight or an inconvenience, so she really tries her best to help them in any way she can.

But the thing is, she becomes laser-focused on the mission because of it. She hyperfixates on getting that war chest even when they're split up, on the run, and Tech's leg is fractured. The boys are just trying to escape Serenno with their lives; they don't care about leaving with any loot. But Omega still has that as her number one priority because she feels like she owes them that treasure. That's why she keeps bringing it up, and it's why she defies Tech and Echo to go back to the cargo container that is perched dangerously on the side of a mountain. At this point, her sense of self-preservation goes out the window, because in her mind, what's the point if she's useless and burdensome to the squad?

Of course, that all changes when she admits that she heard what Echo said to Hunter on the ship, yet Echo still tells her to let go. At that point, she realizes that Echo cares more about her safety than what she can do for the team. Everything comes back into perspective for her in that moment.

What got me emotional was this: how many times do we feel like we mean nothing if we can't add something material and tangible to people's lives? How many of us have been conditioned to believe that we're not good enough if we can't prove ourselves and measure up? When are we going to realize that we are enough just as we are, and we don't have to constantly prove that we're useful to people. Those who value us will celebrate who we are, regardless of what we can or can't do. Of course, that doesn't mean we should always be selfish and only care about ourselves, but we don't have to do things for people just to gain a sense of worth. I am all about helping others and being a blessing to them, but we must remember that that's not where we get our worth from. Who we are is enough, and I think Omega really embodies that lesson well in these episodes.

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #clone force 99 #the bad batch spoilers #bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb season 2 #tbb season 2 spoilers #tbb omega #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb tech #bad batch #the best girl #yes I cried at work when this realization sank in

[femmespoiled]

I'm new to the lesbian scene, I was jw what do butch and femme really mean? (Regarding your post yesterday)

Hi! I'm sorry I took a couple days to get to this, I've been wondering how to best, in the most complete way, address this, in the sense that I've answered this a few times and I keep adding more and more each time, it never seems like quite enough. I talked to my girlfriend, a fellow femme about this and she told me "I was thinking that you could surely write it just from your head and heart!" and she's right, I could, but to talk about these identities and pass only the subjectivity of my experiences and the bit of knowledge I have wouldn't do it justice. I will talk about it from those angles though, don't worry. I thought I could share bits and pieces of books that helped shape me into the femme I am today, I have mentioned those before, but I found myself with too many pieces, over 90, and I think that's too many for one post, so here and now I will promise to share those with you, not in this post, but in this blog and I believe sharing different experiences will help the general understanding. I am only one femme and my experience isn't universal, so we shall share the knowledge.

I have answered a similar ask before, here , hopefully the link works, if I miss anything, my butch/femme tag is also here, there I have a lot of resources there.

Butch and femme are complex and subjective identities (there are so many ways to be butch and femme , it's not one size fits all because everyone is a little different), and it's important to me that I don't diminish them into aesthetics, because I want people the understand that the center of butch and femme isn't looks.

Here's the center of these identities for me, what unifies us all, regardless of subjectivity, is that at the end of the day they are about community, about being there for each other, about taking care of each other, about finding safety in each other's arms when the world is still shitty towards you, about protecting one another in any way that you can and making sure they feel that sense of belonging in our community. Butch and femme are two sides of the same coin facing struggles and fighting to protect our counterparts however we need to.

In this case, I'll talk about these identities in lesbian communities.

Butch is authentic, transgressive, beautiful is its own ways, it's taking masculinity that for a long time was seen as only belonging to men and making it their home, their comfort, finding their true self there and giving it their very own meanings, much like femmes' femininity, their masculinity isn't one size fits all and it shows itself in different ways. Femme, for me, is taking femininity and making it your own, presenting yourself for others in your community, femme is strong, it's brave, it's fierce, it's demanding when we need it to be, it's making your voice heard for your sake and for others, because that's the important bit, it's all about community. Femme is being safety and community to butches and vice versa. Being femme is being proud. Femme is taking care of your community, it's making a home together where we all belong.

Butch and femme are about subversion and belonging.

It's not that without a butch I am not femme, or that we're necessarily attached, it's that their existence fosters my femmeness and brings it to its full potential, my place of belonging. Butches in general bring us something to contrast against while going both in the same direction.

The notion of that dynamic is important in its existence and application, regardless of romantic inclinations, the contrast, the mutual support and protection and uplifting, still should exist, being possible and necessary, while in a butch for butch or femme for femme, butch or femme4both relationship, etc.

Therefore those identities meet in their very own representation of lesbian gender and being there for each other.

Now I want to address a few misunderstandings I've seen about these identities*:

- you don't have to be tall to be a butch. There are no height restrictions in the butch identity, as far as I'm concerned. Short butches are still butches and beyond valid, your height doesn't determine how butch you are. The inverse is also true, femmes do not have to be short and petite, no height restrictions for us either.

- you don't have to be attracted to butches to be femme or to femmes to be butch, again not a requirement, but it's important to understand this is your community, regardless of romantic inclinations, the mutual support and protection and uplifting are deeply rooted in these identities, that is important.

- butch doesn't equal top/femme doesn't equal bottom. Butches do not have to be tops, butches do not have to be dominant, butches are not aggressive, at least none of the ones I know and have read about, butches don't have to have these characteristics attributed to "traditional"/stereotypical masculinity. These can be harmful stereotypes at times. Neither are femmes inherently submissive and agreeable to everything.

- in talking sexuality, stone butch and stone femme identities/dynamics/relationships are actually healthy and reciprocal, they're not selfish. And those boundaries should be respected. I have more about these in the butch/femme tag.

- femmes aren't always gender confirming. It is very frustrating for me that people still believe this, I'd say, more often than not, femmes are gender nonconforming, we can have complicated relationships with gender just like butches.

- you don't have to be physically strong to be butch. The butch identity isn't about your muscles. While I'm here talking about bodies, butches and femmes don't have to be white and thin, people of colour who have those identities are amazing, fat butches and femmes are such an important part of our community and history. Oh and disabled butches/femmes, you are so loved and valid.

In fact, when I talk about butch identity towards people of colour it reminds me of this piece from Persistence: All Ways Butch and Femme:

hopefully readable, though I think you have to click on them to do so

- continuing, femme isn't hyper feminine all the time or even at all for some of us, butch isn't rough and tough and hyper masculine all the time or again, even at all. And that goes into what i said, those identities aren't looks, some femmes find comfort in hyper femininity, some femmes have a different version of their own femininity and that's okay, same goes for butches, there isn't a requirement of how masculine or feminine you have to be, masculinity and femininity are what you make of it, these concepts go through our experiences in life, our notions of self, etc.

- oh mind you, for some authors the idea of butch and therefore femme, in and of itself, is beyond the cisnormative standards. All of this to say, trans butches and femmes, you belong here. You're part of our history, to say that you don't is to ignore the importance and the work the trans community put in to get us here.

- butches can do whatever they want with their hair, wearing makeup doesn't make them less butch, not wearing makeup doesn't make femmes less femme, having short hair doesn't make femmes less femme, wearing clothes not traditionally considered feminine doesn't make you less femme.

At the end of the day each butch and femme are unique, you won't ever find one exactly like the other and that's what makes those identities beautiful.

*Of course I'm not covering all of them, there are just so many, but here's a few I've seen a lot and that were pointed out to me.

ID under keep reading.

ID: image 1 - text reading:

"While focusing on demonstrating butch and female masculinity's epistemological origins, many feminist theorists have interpreted butch as a way of "knowing, interpreting, and doing lesbian gender." Ontologically, these lesbian genders are seen as being "concerned with having an identity, and a kind of true self." Some understand it as both socially constructed "gender performance" and others as representing an essentialized heterosexual, biological, male identity that merely clones the referent. The expressions of one's gendered butch identity are intrinsically linked to culture and race. In Davis and Kennedy's classic Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold: The History of a Lesbian Community, they describe "a new style of butch, a woman who dressed in working-class male clothes for as much of the time as she possibly could, and went to the bar every day, not just on weekends. She was also street wise and fought back physically when provoked by straight society or by other lesbians." The political significance of this emergence lies in the visibility lesbians gained in the 1940s and '50s as World War II reshaped the American landscape, changing women's roles in relationship to work, gender, and family. Butch was a site of resistance to the heteronormative limitations on women. It was a place to embrace one's identity in a public way that allowed for alignment between the public and private self, a way of claiming space with your very presence. There is a long-standing history of butch representations that have helped solidify the iconic image of today's butch. The icon of butch identity was fashioned through historical narratives, poetry, biography, and classic novels such as Radclyffe Hall's The Well of Loneliness, written in 1928 and long considered the most well-known lesbian novel, The Beebo Brinker Chronicles from Ann Bannon, which moved butch into mainstream consciousness in the 1950s, and Leslie Feinberg's Stone Butch Blues, set in the pre-Stonewall era of the 1960s, which solidified the archetype. This "butch raging bull, as Halberstam argues, is meant to "offer masculinity a new champion" drawing on the iconography of the white male boxer. These works created a narrative for what and how butch looks and feels that still holds significant cultural power today. The external signifiers - the class and racial location of these historical accounts and cultural references to bars and customs - locate butch identity. This locating of butchness within a specific culture, class, race, and ethnicity makes it difficult for the masculine of centre person of colour to enter into the narrative without their gender presentation, specifically their version of masculinity, being questioned. Attempts to disrupt this sense of "classical" butch continue to rely on representations and cultural location within whiteness and white notions of masculinity and femininity. As Halberstam points out, there is cultural value in marginalizing masculinities that divert from the master narrative. Even though Halberstam is speaking to heteronormative masculinity here, these diverting narratives have the potential to "dilute" the "authoritative power" of white butchness in the same way. As this narrative is pushed into the mainstream queer consciousness to construct butch identity, many of our experiences are left out. Supporting versions of masculinity that we enjoy and trust, many of these "heroic masculinities" depend absolutely on the subordination of alternative masculinities. This role of the dominant narrative being constructed and circulated while simultaneously preventing alternative narratives is an important factor in establishing fixed understandings of female masculinity and butch."

Image 2 - text reading:

“Halberstam goes on to address female masculinity's relation to whiteness and identifies it as a site of inquiry for "cultural studies" yet does not venture down the road of how the relationship to race critically alters female masculinity as a concept. The challenge in theorizing butch gender and identity is that to determine how it operates, you have to locate it within certain bodies and cultural and sexual practices. These various locations, when analyzed, become fixed and static through the work of the writer exploring their creation and development. A central argument in Female Masculinity is that masculinity "becomes legible as masculinity where and when it leaves the white male middle-class body." While a considerable amount of the analysis explores when and where the narrative departs from the male body, less attention is given to when and where it departs from whiteness. Unlike white female masculinity, female masculinity for womyn of colour is based on sites of power and systemic oppression - through masculinities of colour. The assumption that they can be resignified with equal subversive and revolutionary actions against white manhood is false. The ability to access masculinity pivots upon the ways in which gender intersects with race, and these gaps have been filled with many new ways of naming ourselves. In the last decade, the explosion of young masculine-of-centre womyn has created a demographic shift on the butch landscape, giving way to terms like "stud," "boi," "tom," and "macha" in California and the South, "dom" within the DC, Maryland, and Virginia region, and "aggressives," or "AGS" in New York. These identities represent a redefined female masculinity that is rooted in the experiences of womyn of colour and is more genderqueer than historical interpretations of butch. For some this raises the question: "What is happening to all of our butches?" I think this evolution highlights the fact that, for many of us who came of age ten or twenty years ago, and even called ourselves butches, we never felt fully rooted in that language and space. As a community, we have the opportunity to respond with an open heart to this evolution, ensuring that the legacy of butch as a social, political, and personal space continues to grow and thrive. But we must also concede its limitations. The title of this piece, "Masculine of Centre, Seeks Her Refined Femme," is a heading from the first dating profile posted using the term "masculine of centre." It speaks to both a historical legacy of butch-femme and a longing for a language different and new.”

END ID

#bellas butch/femme tag #ask #FAQ #sharing the knowledge series

[isagrimorie]

Kathryn Janeway, 2+3+20 for the character ask meme?

for this ask game

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Janeway is a scientist. She was a Science Officer who ranked up to Captain.

Also, I love how when Janeway is furious the looser she gets, the way she struts, and swagger. And drapes on her Captain's chair, and each passing year, the more 'IDGAF' she gets.

First-year in the Delta Quadrant was all about diplomacy and trying to talk to people by season 7, when Chakotay claimed that he was following Janeway's example using diplomacy first I snorted.

Because at that point, Janeway's firmly in the IDGAF zone. She's gonna use diplomacy as a starting point but she's also carrying a big stick behind her back.

Lokirrim Captain: You're still required to submit to inspection.

Janeway: our sensors should also confirm that our weapons are ready to fire. We're both reasonable people. I suggest a compromise. Your vessel will escort us through Lokirrim territory. That way, you can keep an eye on us, make sure we don't reactivate our holodecks. The other alternative is... we destroy your ship.

Janeway Diplomacy is to Speak Softly and Carry a Big Saber so You can Rattle it, and then if they betray you or are actively hostile, stab them.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

I don't know if I can think of any -- possibly it's her overconfidence in Unimatrix Zero but that's just not great writing and honestly, if they massaged it a little more, I could buy it. It was just clumsily done to get to that point.

Maybe it's her tendency to prioritize Humans over other species? I can't really blame her for wanting a Hologram boy toy, after several years she's allowed. Although, over the safety of her crew? No, I don't believe it.

But mostly even her flaws and prejudices are interesting.

Maybe the least favorite canon thing where Janeway chose not to pursue anything romantic in the show? Romancing and having different love interests are okay for male captains but not women captains. Kate Mulgrew was very protective of that, and I get it because it was the 90s, and people would perceive it differently.

Oh, another thing I dislike: The new beta canon thing-- how Janeway kept a hold of her ex-fiancee years after he broke up with her. And also, I'm not sure I like the whole Amelia Janeway of it all they added in the books.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

I do think it's still Tuvok. Especially whenever Tuvok passive-aggressively plays the 'I'm her Best Friend' game against Chakotay. And he's the only one keeping score.

Not an ideal best friend but I love the headcanon that Sisko and Janeway were either in the same class in the Academy or were in similar circles in the Academy.

#answered #coraniaid #long post #star trek voyager #kathryn janeway #ask game #ask meme

[what-if-queen-camilla]

Chapter 29

21st November 1995 - Part 3

"She's asleep, finally.", Camilla sighed as she returned to the dining room - the only room which was still in its normal shape despite the move; mainly because she had already bought a new table and chairs for their new home and would get rid of their previous ones last minute - and sat down next to Charles, leaning onto him. She suddenly felt so exhausted that she could fall asleep immediately. Charles noticed and pulled her in his arms, tenderly stroking her back. "Don't you two want to go to bed?", Rose asked, looking at them in concern. She had arrived around 5 and her presence had been a blessing. She had so kindly made dinner for all of them and afterwards played with Thea so that the three parents could plan the next steps in that unpleasant situation. They hadn't really come to a final conclusion yet; while Charles and Andrew thought it'd be best for Charles to officially acknowledge paternity of Thea to avoid further speculations and especially confusion for the little girl, Camilla was more reluctant and even considered denying the accusations as it was nothing but rumours and speculations at this point and her main priority was still and always would be her daughter's safety. "Maybe when we say it's not true they'll leave her alone and everything will remain as it is.", she had murmured, beggingly looking at her men, but both Charles and Andrew had shaken their heads determinedly. "No, Milla, no more lies from now on.", Andrew had said. "We have explained it all to her and she's taken it rather well. We're not going to contradict ourselves and make it even more confusing for her." "Also, I don't think they'll ever leave her alone again from now.", Charles had stated, looking all desperate and sad. "But if I acknowledge her as my daughter, I can do much more to support you, I can privately pay for her security for example." "That sounds like an exceptionally sensible plan…", Andrew had agreed, but Camilla had panicked at the mere imagination of her daughter having to deal with security. "I want her to have a normal life!", she had declared and while Andrew just rolled his eyes at her, Charles had tenderly taken her hand and softly reminded her: "Darling, her life will never be 'normal' again; but we have to protect her as best as we can and I truly believe that acknowledging her as my daughter is the best we can do now."

"And how exactly do you suggest that we put your glorious plan into action?", Camilla asked, sighing, expectantly looking from one to the other. She really wanted to conclude this before she could even think of going to bed. "With a joint statement.", Charles declared. "From all three of us, together. I really think that, if we explain it all a bit further…" "Explain it all a bit further?!", she repeated, highly alert, and jerked away from him. "Like you 'explained' things to Jonathan Dimbleby in your glorious interview last year?! No! That's definitely not going to happen!" "Milla, please…", Andrew responded soothingly, putting his hand on her shoulder but she shook him off vehemently. "Don't touch me!", she snarled, but now even Rose seemed to agree with the men. "Come on, Camilla.", she whispered, gently reaching out for Camilla’s hand. "It really sounds like the best and most sensible solution for this… mess." Camilla laid back, closed her tired eyes for a few seconds, sighed heavily and straightened her shoulders. "Okay.", she said firmly, much to everybody's relief. "If you really think that's what's best for her then so be it. But I want a lawyer to check on it." And then, looking at Charles intently, making clear that she was not going to accept any form of objection was pointless: "Our lawyer." "Alright.", he replied. "You can have it checked by whomever you want, darling. I won't mess it up this time, I promise you."

It really was quite a funny combination with all four of them sleeping in the house that had once been bought to be Camilla and Andrew's family home but which would soon belong to another family that would hopefully be happier that they'd have been. Charles and Camilla slept in her bedroom on one side of the corridor in the first floor, and Andrew and Rose in his former bedroom, several metres away on the opposite side of the corridor. Thea's room was located somewhere in the middle. It felt a bit like at boarding school but it was only for one night anyway as Charles had to go back to London tomorrow, but Camilla was more than happy to have him here tonight, to be able to cuddle up to him, be held and caressed by him until they'd hopefully wake up to a brighter day in the morning…"

Sir? Sir! Mrs Parker Bowles?!" Camilla tried to ignore the calls and heavy knocks against the front door at first, turned around and covered her ears with the pillow. Couldn't they just leave them alone? Charles seemed to have noticed them as well but only grumbled something incomprehensible. The noises became only louder and impossible to ignore at some point, so she reluctantly got up, grabbed her dressing gown and rushed down the stairs to avoid them waking the entire house- “We’re terribly sorry to… interrupt you, Ma’am.”, Charles’ driver declared, indignantly stepping from one foot to the other, looking down on the floor. Next to him, Charles’ protection officer stood, obviously just as uncomfortable, nervously fumbling on his sunglasses, which was actually ridiculously unnecessary to wear at this time of the day as it was still dark. Before she could ask any further questions, she felt two strong hands on her shoulders, tenderly and protectively pulling her close. “What’s the matter, gentleman?” Charles asked firmly and both, his driver and protection officer, bowed their heads before the future King. “Have you heard the news yet?”, the protection officer asked, anxiously looking from Charles to Camilla, who shook their heads unisono.”I think you’d better…”, he added, clearing his throat in very obvious discomfort which almost made Camilla feel sorry. It couldn’t have been easy to sort of always be the one to overbearing bad news… “Mark, Ranjid, please come in.”, she said and the gentlemen seemed to be as equally surprised as Charles that she actually knew their names. “You must be tired, hungry and freezing cold. I’ll get you a cup of tea and something for breakfast…”

So the whole party went over to the kitchen, and while Camilla heated some water, Charles switched on the radio…“We are shocked and deeply concerned about Her Royal Highnesses’ accusations and take them very seriously.”, an only too well-known voice stated in an exclusive radio broadcast - one of his mother’s private secretaries, Cerberus as he called him, because he was just evil through and through and he’d never trusted him for a second. No wonder he was playing a leading role in whatever this drama was going to be turned into… “We have every intention to completely clear up the matter and will take the appropriate actions such as a DNA paternity test. Further information on the matter will be announced in due course.” Camilla felt like in some sort of a trance. So, Thea had become a “matter” overnight?” DNA paternity test? What on earth were those silly people even talking about? Nobody would make her daughter undertake any kind of test, only over her dead body! “Darling…”, Charles stuttered uneasily, very obviously as equally overwhelmed as she was, but she didn’t care about him right now, she didn’t want to hear anything from him right now. “No!”, she declared with lifted hands, slowly moving away from him. “Whatever you want to say now - just don’t!”, she added, sounding quite dangerously, tears in her eyes. “I trusted you, Charles!”, she screamed at him, heartbreakingly disappointed. “Milla, darling, please, I had no idea!!!”, he desperately tried to convince her of his innocence, but she didn’t even want to hear it. “No! Just shut the fuck up! I will take my daughter to a safe place now and I don’t want to see you ever again!”

#king charles #queen camilla #andrew parker bowles #royal family #royal baby #fanfiction #fanfic

[maybebecomingms]

a dangerous existence

January 3rd, 2024

"I saw her and I said to myself, 'she's a loaded gun.' Tempting, but can destroy your whole life in a second."

He wasn't talking about a seductive woman approaching him at the bar (though they tell stories like that, too). He was talking about a young college student running near campus. They didn't interact. He was driving.

He also wasn't someone I knew well to be talking so openly about his urges and threats to his marriage. He and his wife were the small group leaders, and it was my first or second visit to their home to check it out.

I was 23 at the time - not too far removed from college myself - and had somehow just lost 40 pounds. If there was ever a time in my life when I was "hot," it was then.

Is this directed at me? Am I the loaded gun? Does this mean I should stop coming here?

I didn't flirt with him. I didn't have bad intentions. I just wanted to get to know some new people. I don't think I kept going to the group for long, but I did hit it off really well with his wife - in fact, I still do. I would still go to their house regularly for our "book club" of two and hope I didn't see him. I always felt dirty and guilty after that.

But this type of thing didn't throw me off enough to walk away, because I'd heard it so many times before. Men were always telling stories like this from the pulpit - having to avert their gaze and avoid attractive women to protect their wives and families. Sometimes, their stories were about loose and wild women throwing themselves at them, seemingly not caring that they were married. Other times, the story was about refusing to acknowledge an attractive woman even when she was being completely respectful, because you never knew when she'd turn on you and lie to your wife about you behaving badly.

It definitely always struck me as odd, though. I've encountered attractive men while in a committed relationship plenty of times and... it was not life changing? I've never felt powerless against an overwhelming urge to blow up my entire life because a good-looking man exists and I saw him. I wouldn't even say I felt that way after talking to one.

But we were told that women and men were fundamentally different, and I never thought much about it til now, really. That kind of messaging really fucks with you as you're entering adulthood within a feminine form. If I go for a run and you see me out in the world running, I'm an imminent threat to your wife and family? And I don't even KNOW you? That's a huge and impossible responsibility, not to mention a massive threat to my safety.

Several years ago, I befriended a colleague I worked with frequently. We're still friends, though we don't interact through work anymore. One year, he invited me to his beautiful, sprawling home in the country around Christmastime. He and his husband go all out, with multiple decorated trees and carefully arranged lights inside and out. They wanted to show off their efforts. We had the best time drinking wine and laughing. We hugged and said "I love you" when it was time for me to go home.

For many years, I could not figure this out. Why would gay men want to spend time with me? They're obviously not sexually attracted to me, so what could I possibly have to offer? Because of the messaging I got from the church about how simultaneously vulnerable and out of control men are, I really thought that I had no value whatsoever beyond being sexualized. Isn't that sad?

For how much churches claim to promote sexual purity, they sure do know how to make you feel dirty and disgusting for merely existing.

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[space-station-collective]

New Alters - Info and Experiences

Note: In this post, "alters" and "headmates" are going to be used interchangeably

Note 2: From my knowledge, the most research/information is available for traumagenic systems. I don't have the experience or knowledge to effectively represent non-traumagenic systems, so please keep in mind that basis when reading

What will this post be? - This post is going to go into information (based on personal experience) about what it means when a new alter forms, why it happens, and will include some words from our headmates and headmates of systems we're friends with on how their experiences when they first showed up were!

So, to start off with:

What does it mean when a system says they have formed a new alter?

There can be many ways systems refer to new alters forming. For the purposes of this post, I'll be putting two categories. Forming and Merging. When a new alter forms, it means that there is a new headmate in the brain, who is not known to be associated in any way with a previously existing headmate. Frequently, they will be confused and maybe not even know what a system is or that they're in one. When a merge happens, it generally refers to a circumstance when two or more existing headmates combine together in some way to form a singular headmate. The experience of forming a new headmate will commonly be referred to as "splitting" a new headmate, or simply splitting.

Why do new alters form?

The answer to this question is a bit complicated. Most of the time, new headmates will form due to a high need for them. There are several popular theories as to why exactly this happens, including but not limited to: the existing headmates do not have the capacity to take on the load of the stress/trauma occurring, the role the new headmate is meant to perform is necessary to maintain system functionality or safety, or another reason for the need of a new headmate. Overall, the commonly agreed upon consensus is that headmates will merge or form when a strong need for someone arises.

It is also possible, in some cases, to intentionally split a new headmate. This can be dangerous and go very wrong, so it is highly, highly recommended to only do this in a therapeutic setting where it is deemed absolutely necessary for a new headmate to exist. There are moral issues brought into question by some as well. Ultimately, it comes down to what is deemed best and safest for your system.

But that seems fun! It's like getting a new friend in your head, right?

Wrong! Very, very wrong. The event of splitting can be incredibly stressful, physically painful, and sometimes even traumatic in and of itself for a system and its members. Many systems will get severe headaches and bouts of dissociation during a split. The circumstances that often cause splits are also almost never good or desired, meaning the events of a new headmate forming are generally not an inherently positive thing. Please keep in mind, the preference for how these events are treated can vary from system to system, so if you're looking to support someone you know through this, the best thing you can do is ask.

Some experiences:

The next section of the post will be some headmates from our system and others sharing their experience as a newly formed alter, to offer some insight and example into how it may feel to the person experiencing it.

"I believe many people oversell the feeling of being new to a system, while it can be confusing and overwhelming, I felt a sense of purpose immediately when I arrived. I knew that my role here was to help the system with their health and making sure they were taken care of, as that is the nature of alter’s use. Alters are created for protection… or company… or etcetera reasons, but they do have a reason, and I believe that whether realized or not, we all have a purpose here. So coming here, I knew what I was to do, and I will treat us as a patient, no matter how odd and different this physical form was from my old one." Nari (he/they) - The Apotheosis

"I'm one of the most recently formed headmates in our system. I still haven't figured out exactly what my role, or purpose, in this system is, but whatever it is, I'm here. My experience with fronting for the first time was very.. strange. I was around in co-conscious for a short while before taking front. Most every headmate in this system has a strong connection to the others, and I believe the others were aware of my existence before even I was. It took me longer than most to access the memories and knowledge of what I was supposed to be doing, I consider myself lucky that a friend of the system's walked me through setting up profiles. Being new to a system can be incredibly confusing, especially if you find yourself coming from an external source like I did. I still have yet to figure out very much about myself, but I am making progress, especially with learning from those in the system I am more closely linked to." Rev (he/it) - The Space Station Collective

"the first time i fronted after forming was one of the most disorienting "first fronts" we've had. i retained very very little information about the school, the people in it, and what was going on. for a while, i didn't even realize or accept that i was in a system. the only person i properly remembered, further than just knowing i "should" know them, was one of our friends. i struggled a lot with accepting and remembering, figuring out where i was and that i wasn't still in source. i still have a lot of differences from the other people in the system. i don't enjoy talking to people or fronting around other people, i much prefer being alone. i was able to figure out what was going on pretty quick, but it still took a while to accept it. i'm still learning" Sal (they/he/them/she) - The Space Station Collective

��coming here, I finally feel safe. I miss my family, though. I have two of my papas and some of my other family but not all. I miss them, but at least we are safer than we were in source… I still want to protect my new family in this body from the dangers around us.” Anonymous (she/her) - The Apotheosis

End of post thoughts:

Splitting a new headmate can be incredibly stressful for a system as a whole and the new headmate. Overall, if you're friends with someone in a system and you hear about this happening, be gentle and offer what support you can. To any systems experiencing this: It's scary, but you'll be okay. Stay safe.

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[biggerbetterbat]

WITH YOU [25] TO PROTECT GLENN AND DARYL

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: The group can't grieve as something dangerous happens in the meantime. Charlie is still can't find the peace.

Warnings: language?

Song: Petals Hole

A/N: Hello :) One more to end The Farm act once and for all. Enjoy the chapter! I don't know when the next will be posed. Thanks for reading!!!!

WITH YOU ON WATTPAD

"Dale could...could get under your skin. He sure got under mine, because he wasn't afraid to say exactly what he thought, how he felt. This kind of honesty is rare and brave. Whenever I'd make a decision, I'd look at Dale. He'd be looking back at me with that look he had. We've all seen it at one time or another. I couldn't always read him, but he could read us. He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us. The truth...who we really are." said Rick as they were standing around Dale's grave. Oh, he knew who she was, that knowledge was scaring her, making her heart tremble with anxiety - even now that he was three feet in the ground. "In the end, he was talking about losing our humanity. He said this group was broken. The best way to honor him is to unbreak it. Set aside our differences and pull together, stop feeling sorry for ourselves, and take control of our lives, our safety, and our future. We're not broken. We're gonna prove him wrong. From now on, we're gonna do it his way. That is how we honor Dale."

As they were heading back, Daryl found his way to her, sending her a glance. She caught his blue eyes and put on a smile. "I'm okay."

"You're blaming yourself," he said. "You couldn't do anything. It was too late."

She sighed. "There's always something we can do. I could have run faster. I could have just jumped on that Walker."

"If you could have done something you would have done it." Charlie stopped after his words and that made him stop in his tracks. He furrowed his brows seeing her face all worried. "What's wrong?"

"Rick said that Dale knew...things about us." she swallowed. "He knew something about me. What if unconsciously I didn't want to help him? What if I wanted him to die, so he wouldn't tell you about this?"

Dixon touched her shoulder carefully as if he was checking if it was okay that he was touching her. "Stop overthinking this. You wanted to help him."

She looked at him again with a serious face. Her words probably hadn't gotten to him just yet, so he didn't question what he just said to him. Besides, the truth was that Charlie didn't know if that was true. More than Dale, she cared about her secret still being a secret. And Daryl could see that she wasn't convinced of her answer.

"You were scared, Charlie," he said. "You're not guilty of his death...or any other death." His eyes full of compassion and sympathy was making her feel even more guilty. He trusted her so much, believing that she was a pure soul, delicate girl who was just waiting to be protected. In reality, she was a snake, camouflaged - ready to bite and kill. "I know you, Charlie."

Daryl's words broke her heart, so she had to bite her lip. She shook her head. "You know the version of me that I showed you. You have no idea who I am."

Daryl looked after her as she was walking away. Her words were echoing through his head, uneasy feeling was filling his body. He knew that the past was getting to her, messing with her head. After all the deaths she was weak and vulnerable for traumatic events to take the best of her. He wanted to know what happened before that she was acting this way, but he knew that Charlie had to come to him- not the other way around. Besides, he didn't care what happened before the world went to shit, what mattered was now, present. And now he trusted her and cared about her.

"Gonna be tight, 15 people in one house."

"Don't worry about that," Hershel reassured Rick. "With the swamp hardening, the creek drying up..."

"With 59 head of cattle on the property, we might as well be ringing a damn dinner bell," Maggie said.

"She's right." the old man nodded his head. "We should've moved you in a while ago."

"All right," Rick nodded. "Let's move the vehicles near each of the doors facing out toward the road. We will build a lookout in the windmill, and another in the barn loft. That should give us sight lines on both sides of the property." he commanded. "T-Dog, you take the perimeter around the house, keep track of everyone coming and going."

"What about standing guard?" T-Dog asked.

Rick turned towards Charlie. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah. I'm good," she answered. He gave her one of his stares as if to make completely sure, "Really, Rick. I'm not a child, I can do whatever you need."

"Great," he smiled and touched her arm. "I need you and Daryl on a double duty."

Charlie nodded and Dixon touched her shoulder, squeezing it. "Gotcha."

She turned to him and gestured her head to the box that was still left near the tents."I'll catch up to you when I finish helping Lori."

"Let me help you."

"I'll stock the basement with food and water, enough that we can all survive there a few days if needed," informed Hershel.

"What about patrols?" Andrea asked.

"Let's get this area locked down first. After that," Rick said and looked at his friend. Charlie placed a box on the pack but was rather lazy to go for another one, so she wouldn't miss anything from their conversation. "Shane will assign shifts while me and Daryl take Randall offsite and cut him loose."

"We're back to that now?" he asked as he was leaning on the car. 

"It was the right plan the first time around. Poor execution." Rick answered.

"That's a slight understatement." Shane scoffed.

Charlie looked at the two cops, sensing the tension in the air. She had been sensing one in quite a while. It had been nervous since Rick showed up in the quarry, it continued since he came back alone to the farm, but it just got down since Shane found out about the baby that Lori had under her heart. Charlie's sympathy ran out completely with him opening those damn doors, and she was fed up with his little "Let me tell you something...". He disgusted her and she couldn't be around him for too long, so she felt rather relieved when she felt someone pulling her jacket - technically Maggie's jacket, but the girl was kind enough to borrow it, so she wouldn't freeze. Charlie dropped her gaze from Shane to someone much smaller.

"Charlie," said Carl. "Can I talk to you? Privately?"

She furrowed her eyebrows. The boy was fidgeting and yet again she had a feeling that he did something bad...It was just the feeling and for some crazy coincidence, she was always right when it came to Carl. That's why she followed him a bit away from the old camp. It was one of the coldest days in her whole life or the coldest she could have remembered. She took the heating in her flat or hot water for granted. Like above, thanks to Maggie she wouldn't freeze in winter, because when she was packing up it was like the Sahara desert outside, the existence of the cold weather must have slipped her mind. Charlie was trying to warm her cold hands by blowing the air from her mouth on them, while Carl was looking around once they stopped. "What's up?" her ask was followed by a sniffle of her nose.

"If, um..." he looked down at his shoes. "If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell my parents?"

"I think that's probably a bad idea for both of us. Besides we are not exactly friends," she said. The boy nodded his head and started walking away. She felt bad because he probably trusted her. Shane went crazy, Rick was busy and Lori...well, some things you just don't say to your mom. Besides, she followed him already. "Carl! Come back! Go on."

"Can you give this back to Daryl? I took it from his motorcycle. If he found out I took it, he'd kill me." he took out a small gun. "He likes you, so he won't scream at you."

"Not so sure about that." she took the thing from his hands, looking at it. "Why do you even take this?"

"Dale. It's my fault that he died," he confessed.

"What?" she furrowed her eyebrows flipping her gaze to the boy's face.

"I saw that Walker. I was gonna shoot it," he said. "It was stuck in the mud. I was...I was throwing rocks at it and stuff... But I was gonna do it...shoot it right in the head." he said with a determined look in his eyes. "And it...it got free, came after me and...I ran away. If I had killed it, Dale would still be here."

Of course, it was Carl! 

Realization washed over her body. Charlie wanted to scream at him and tell him what an idiot he was. But she knew she couldn't do it...even though it was his fault, the responsibility wasn't only on him. His parents were focused on everything, but their son and Shane was encouraging him to carry a gun. Little Carl was wandering around alone in the woods, the thing he absolutely shouldn't do. And he was throwing rocks at the Walker. For God's sake! If he wanted to kill the walker he should have done it, not playing with it. 

She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. He was just a kid...

"I know you blame yourself," he said. "But...that's on me."

Charlie nodded her head, looking at the gun. "I'll go give this back to Daryl."

"Charlie, I'm sorry," he called after her.

"It's..." she shook her head, turning back to face the kid. "Thanks for telling me this. At least I can stop blaming myself."

Rick straightened his back as he saw her, and Daryl stood up from his place, also straightening his back and leaning on the balustrade. They were probably talking about the plan of where to send Randall. But Charlie decided that it was something that could wait. "Hey!"

"Hey! Everything is all good?" Rick asked.

"Yeah," she said, looking at Daryl. "I believe it's yours."

His eyes widened as he saw what she was holding. "Where did you find it?"

"We took all the things from the camp and found this on the ground," she lied. "Whoever took it must have left it there."

He looked at the gun she was holding and back at her as if to make sure she wasn't lying, analyzing what she had just said with narrowed eyes. It was obvious that she wasn't telling the truth, but he decided to let it pass, so again he looked at the weapon and shrugged. "Keep it."

She nodded and once again put the gun behind her belt, averting her look to the cop. Dixon sensed it, so he cleared his throat.

 "I'm gonna take the piss," he announced and with a last worried glance, he was gone.

"Something's wrong?" Rick asked her and she was nervously biting her lips.

"I talked with Carl before." she gestured with her head. "He came to me...I wasn't supposed to say anything, but..." she looked at Rick, who was looking at her with a raised brow. "He was out in the swamps yesterday and came across a walker that was stuck in the mud. He got scared, and ran off."

"The same Walker that killed Dale?"

"That's the one." 

"Thanks, Charlie." he nodded. "I'll have Lori talk to him."

This time her eyebrows went up as she realized the sense of his words and how casually he said that, coming back to whatever he was doing.

"Look, it's probably not my business...I know shit about kids, but..." she looked at Rick. "I think Carl wants to talk to his father."

And she knew it because she was a child once and also wanted to talk to her father at some point in her life...but he was just never there. Even if he was, he wasn't available to her.

"I appreciate your concern, but I need this Randal thing done already," he said with a less friendly tone.

"It can wait one more day."

"No it can't," he said firmly.

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[larry-22-blog]

Period complications part 3

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"Everything seems fine, you're good to go!" The doctor said after examining me.

"I'll make sure everything is filled in and ready for you. Just go to the reception to sign the files on the way to go." The nurse said after she gave us instructions on the treatment, giving me her number in case I have any problems or questions or anything.

"Thank you so much for everything!" I said, excited. I couldn't wait to get out of there.

Erling thanked her too then proceeded to help me dress. He insisted that he can take care of me, refusing the nurse's offer of helping me get dressed.

I swear this guy is something else. He is so possessive and protective of me.

I absolutely love it.

"Come on, love, let's get you dressed, my little snowflake" he kissed my head as he helped me put a t-shirt on (of course one of his), then helped me dress my lower half, putting on some black tights and some Manchester city blue socks, I actually bought them myself, I think that they are cute, topping it all off with a Manchester city jacket, in my own size since his is way too big for me. I refused to wear shoes, so we compromised on some Adidas slippers.

"Thank you, baby, I look like a football player" I chuckled, feeling sleepy.

"Nah, you look like you're Erling Haaland's girl" he smirked, kissing me on the nose before getting the bag with our things, making sure he covered everything.

"Good, we're ready baby, let me help you" he came back to me, helping me up. I almost fell down, if it wasn't for him holding me, my legs literally felt like jelly.

"Easy, baby, you're still a bit weak..." He pulled me closer to his body, supporting most of my weight and also carrying the bag.

"Since when walking such a hard task?" I wondered, making him chuckle.

We went to the reception to sign the papers but quickly left since everything was already paid for by Erling beforehand.

Erling helped me up into the car that was parked in the private underground parking lot. He had his Audi SUV ready, warm and comfy, my seat heat was also on, it was so damn amazing, I could die in this seat.

"Safety first, let me pull your seat belt on" he put the seat belt on around me, then kissed my head and stopped to look at me "how is everything? Are you comfy, does anything hurt? Do you want some water or a sneak maybe?" He asked worriedly.

"Everything is perfect Erl, you already took care of everything. I could never thank you enough for all you did for me... You gave me your blood, how crazy is that and you probably paid a shit ton of money for me to receive the best care, Erling, I just... You're unbelievable,  I could never repay you for all the stuff you did for me since we met... " I said, looking up at him and pulling him in a hug.

"I love you, baby, of course, I want to take care of you. Always. You don't have to thank me for anything, ever. Let alone for money, it's not important. I work hard for it, sure, doing what I love, and I have plenty of it, of course, I'm going to spend it on the people I love. " he kissed my lips before slowly closing the door, running to the other side.

I watched him getting in, putting his seat belt on then starting to drive off.

It wasn't going to be a long journey, maybe 1 hour if there is traffic, but still, I'm looking forward to spending time with him like this.

I watch him as he drives, he looks so fucking good, so confident and relaxed and so opposite of me driving so yeah, I may have a small thing for watching him drive.

"What are you looking at baby?" He asked, reaching to hold my hand over the console.

I took it in my hands and brought it up to my lips to kiss it, making him smile.

"You"

"You're going to make me blush..." he said, smiling still.

"I just love how good you are at driving, so confident and comfortable and relaxed, I wish I was at least 10% like you" I admitted, playing with his fingers.

"You're a good driver, we just need to work on your confidence, stop putting yourself down babe," he said seriously.

"Yeah... maybe" I yawned cuddling closer.

"You look like a soft kitty" he cooed.

"Mmm, not a kitty..." I tried to protest, but I feel my eyelids getting heavy.

"Get some rest, my love" it's all I hear before drifting off to sleep.

I was woken up when I feel arms about me, lifting me up and carrying me inside "mmm you smell so good" I hid my face in his neck, inhaling his addictive scent as he chuckled "I know you have a thing for my smell baby, but we got to admit I smell like shit right now, haven't washed in 2 days"

"I think you smell amazing... And I don't have a thing for your smell, I just have a thing for you, your everything..." I sleepy explained, trying to be coherent but failing as I mispronounced some words, sounding like I was speaking in my mother language, but with English words.

It happens mostly when I'm tired or stressed but Erling loves it.

Oh well, the worst was when I was really drunk, the first and last time I was drunk actually. It was at Erling's birthday party. I was totally having a conversation with him in my own language and he understood basically nothing of it but found it funny and cute appearance, he said it made him fall even more in love with me. And of course, jake Grealish got it on video. It didn't help that I was basically telling Erling that he's so beautiful and that I loved his hair and that I wanted to taste his lips and thought his thighs were sexy and some other painfully bad flirting. I was so drunk I wasn't aware he was actually my boyfriend so yeah, I daydreamed about him, speaking out loud for everyone to hear but no one to actually understand a word.

Well, at least he's also a foreigner. He understands my struggles.

He has a similar thing, but he is way better at controlling it, and it's much less obvious.

"Love your accent baby," he said as he put me down on the sofa in the living room, putting the bag down as well.

I was looking around the room when he spoke, handing me a cup of water, as he sit down next to me "everything was cleaned, don't worry about anything love" he rubbed my back.

"I'm really sorry for ruining your things, Erling, I should have been more careful..." I admitted, guilty, looking up at him as I drank some water.

"Hey, I already told you it's not important baby, they are just things, they can be replaced but you baby, you can't be. And I almost lost you because of my stupidity." He pulled me gently into his lap, arms around me.

"Erl, you know it's not your fault, it's my body that fucked up, which, honestly, nothing new, but really, you should not be guilty..." I rubbed his soft cheek, kissing his cute lips.

"I treated you like shit, I yelled and said shit and I scared you! You looked so frightened... I'll never forgive myself for it" he said, looking down at me guilty as he moved a piece of hair that has fallen on my face behind my ear.

"Did you... Were you afraid that I was going to hurt you...? Like physically...?"

"Erling...I was, I was scared of you, yes, like, I knew deep down that you wouldn't hurt me but I also, at that moment could not control my fear... It's just, you know my past, most of it, and like, you know that I didn't have the best people around me, especially not the men in my life... And well, because of it, them, I hate fights and yelling and power abuse I guess... But at the same time, you know that I sometimes am myself the problem, trying to or picking fights and trying to get a reaction because well, that's what I'm used to, what I think I deserve, to be hurt, I don't know how to explain it, but like, this is how my fucked up brain works..." I explained, playing with his fingers, trying to distract myself.

"I'm so sorry baby, I know how much you suffered in the past and how the whole yelling thing or fighting reminds you of your past, and I just, I did swear to you I would never be that guy, to make you feel small, or inferior or use my male status or power over you, but I failed, badly..."

"Baby, let's be honest, the thing is that we are just very different like this is how you express yourself. You live 1000% at the moment, you give your all, exactly like on the field and you love to scream, either in joy or frustration but it's a way of expressing yourself. Same with force, like, whenever you guys win it's a sight to see, you hug everyone and jump and pull people in or push them as you did to Jude remember" We both laughed remembering that time when he accidentally pushed Jude, so hard that he went flying, on the grass.

"And I love that of you, I love how passionate you are. Maybe one day I'll get over my trauma and become more like you" I giggled, kissing his cheekbone.

"I'll swear I'll do better love, I'll be the man you deserve..." he promised, kissing me.

"You already are, way more than I deserve" I reconnected our lips.

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[oneirataxia-girl]

this is the second part to @supermarine-silvally's ask, found here! they asked for quite a few questions for my One Piece ships, Kenji x Killer & Law x Mari x Kid, Keller's answers can be found here, while this post is all for Midlaw. so let us begin! tagging the other anime girlie @auxiliarydetective as well

1. How did they meet and what were their first impressions of each other?

Mari knew of Kid and Law long before the three crews landed on Sabaody, she's intrigued by Law's abilities, but thinks Kid is a senseless, bloodthirsty idiot. but it's KidLaw that met first on Sabaody, it's dislike at first sight <3 Kid thinks Law is a stuck-up "I'm better than you" kinda guy and is itching to beat him up in the new world, while Law thinks Kid is unnecessarily destructive and overall not someone he wants to associate with

KidLaw see Mari for the first time at the auction house, where she gets the collars and chains off the other prisoners with the keys Franky got; Kid thinks that his assumption that she's the weakest out of the Strawhats (for context, Mari consistently has the second-lowest bounty, second only to Chopper) was right, while Law is slightly unnerved by the fact that she seems to pop out of nowhere, but also thinks she's not that dangerous

2. What kind of dynamic do they have with each other?

black cat x orange cat x black cat, rival crews to tentative allies to unmarried divorced throuple to 'if I don't see my gf & bf/bfs in the next five seconds I will bring down this building', "we're going our separate ways." "... yeah?" "it's for the best that we don't meet again soon." "agreed."

3. What do others think of them?

the Heart pirates are the captains of the Lari ship the second Law introduces Mari to them, but after Wano Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin are thrown off because they get the feeling that their captain doesn't hate Captain Eustass like he claims; the Kid pirates board it after watching Kid trying to subtly show off in front of Mari & Law (neither of them is impressed, but neither of them would admit that it was a bit flustering to be scooped up with one arm so that's that); and the Strawhats (namely Brook, Franky, Chopper, and Robin after a bit) are on board as soon as they work it out, Nami got a bag of berry from Kenji from betting that Mari would fall for Law, but she and Kenji both lost money to Robin because she's the only one to bet that their crewmate would like both Law and Kid, Zoro could not care less who Mari likes as long as it's not harming the crew, but he's subjected to both Kenji and Sanji's lamenting so he drags Jimbei and Usopp in to argue that it's not their business, meanwhile Luffy has no idea about any of this and is just wondering why Mari's more mopey than usual

5. Is their joint future bright or bleak?

ideally yes, Idc if I have to trample canon I WILL give them a happy ending and there's nothing Oda can do to stop me

7. Do they have a desire to protect each other?

normally, no -- actually, Kid & Law did think Mari would need to have someone watching her back, but after seeing her on Wano, both of them know Mari would not appreciate them fighting for her. similarly, Mari isn't too fussed about their safety because she knows Law and Kid can handle themselves. but if one of them goes down, you can bet the other two are going to go full demon on whoever did that

10. Who would win in a fight?

okay this one deserves its own dissertation post, so I won't elaborate much here. it depends on where the fight is and if the three of them are at their fullest abilities or not, but it's probably ending in a tie or a surprise takedown after two of them are exhausted

12. Who is a better caregiver?

Mari. Law has no sleeping schedule and survives on onigiri with black coffee and probably has no idea how to show that he cares for people, Kid is a freak of nature and probably would've died long before he set sail if it wasn't for Killer and also has no idea how to show affection other than be less mean towards them. it's not a hard competition when one of them has oldest daughter syndrome and middle child syndrome at the same time

15. Who has better fashion sense?

it's a tie between Mari and Law. sorry Kid but I can't look past those pants 😭

20. What's the worst thing about them teaming up?

to be on the receiving end of their blows. think Kidlaw fighting Big Mom, then add in a phantom that always strikes to incapacitate (or kill, depending on the situation) at the worst possible times for the receiver, which just so happens to hit the weakest spots every single time. if Mari adds in her dust bombs and puts her devil fruit to active combat, then it's just overkill if they're not fighting someone Yonko level

21. What's the best thing about them teaming up?

to be on the same side as them, especially if you're not a good fighter, you can just sit back and watch Law dice up people and Kid disarming (sometimes literally) the other side, while Mari pops out of nowhere to string up some poor terrified guys then gives a quick report about what's ahead then vanishes again (this is ghostwritten by Kenji, Usopp, Nami, and Chopper)

36. What is a gift one would give to the other?

Kid makes metal flowers for both Mari and Law, as well as some other practical bits and bobs. Mari and Law I can't really see getting gifts (I hc Law prefers to give quality time and Mari acts of service) but Mari makes matching necklaces for the three of them when they tie the knot

39. What's an inside joke they'd have together?

how long will it take for Kenji to accept that his sister is hopelessly in love and has no intentions of leaving her boyfriends (he's actually happy and relieved that someone wants Mari, but he pretends to dislike them to keep them on their toes); what insane thing will Luffy do today and which one of them is the unlucky recipient of a rubber hug; Kid can't do housework at ALL

45. If one of them was in trouble, what would the others do?

hunt down the people responsible and show them exactly why people don't mess with what's theirs

48. If they swapped bodies, how would they handle it?

okay this will probably also require a long explanation and this is long enough as it is, so I'll answer this some other time with doodles to show the scene in my head ;)

give me a number + relationship and I'll tell you something about that relationship!

#i feel like midlaw is also not fleshed out enough #objectively speaking it shouldn't be allowed for them to decimate people so easily in a fight #so i'm going to reconsider some of these answers too #also if anyone has hcs of law/kid love languages pls hmu #i am suspish of my own hcs #i am of the belief that lawkid talked after defeated kuma on sabaody and they were toeing that line between shit-talking and flirting #they get so close to each other and agree that they're gonna fight the next time they meet #then law sees mari for the first time after timeskip and he's like #why are you prettier than i remember. stop it. i can't fight if you're distracting me. also why can't i sense you #kid watching on broadcast is like #wait is that??? the strawhat?? she still looks weak af. why is she with trafalgar. scratch that why is mugiwara with trafalgar?? #and mari's like #maybe you two aren’t as bad as i thought. i think i can grow to like you guys- wait. no. fuck am i falling in love??! #and shuts herself off #these tags are stupidly long again #alvita's answers #ship: midlaw #otp: the metal strings of death #hadley my beloved

[obeymedevil]

Obey Me x F!Tiny!Mc

Part 2

Park Adventures.

Warnings: Not Proofread Sorry! But I hope you enjoy! I'm sorry it's short! I'll be making more though!♡

Due to the boys continuously arguing over who would take care of you, Lucifer finally decided on it being a joint effort for whoever wasn't busy. So here you were in Lucifer's lap on the sofa as all the others sat watching you fiddle with his large jacket which just seemed all that much bigger in your smaller hands.

"She's clearly bored." Satan's voice soon chimed in causing your eyes to fall against him rather than the fluffy jacket that once captivated your attention. "Shouldn't we play with her?" Lucifer sighed softly, moving some hair from your eyes.

"How do you suppose we entertain a fragile human child in the Devildom?" Mammon's eyes soon Iit up with an idea after racking his brain for a while.

"How about a park or somethin' like that?" Satan just stood and removed you from the safety of Lucifer's lap and into the safety of his arms causing your Smile to melt him immediately.

"Filled with demon children? Is that truly the best option?" Lucifer questioned before Beel piped up.

"But she'll be with all of us and I'm certain nobody will dare go near our Mc with us around." Belphie, who was seated beside his twin, nodded in agreement. Sure he'd rather sleep but he'd do anything to help keep little you entertained. Mammon grinned as he went to lift you from Lucifer's safe grasp causing you to whine until settled against Mammon's chest. Your pout and whines certainly made Lucifer even more protective over you, trying his best to just not keep you in his arms forever.

"Ya here that Mc?" Your big eyes gazed up at him, "We're gonna take ya to the Park and you're gonna love it with us there, 'kay?" Making happy noises in response, Lucifer finally - though reluctantly, agreed with Satan and his other brothers.

"Alright, let's get prepared and go." Asmo soon trotted in the room, Swinging a big bag upon his shoulder.

"Huh? I ain't carryin' your stuff again Asmo!"

"Well this is all of Mcs things for now! We can't expect this small and cute baby to go without any of your little necessities can we?" Peaking in the bag with Mammon, your eyes fell upon a white toned Polar bear teddy causing you to whine out for it.

"Snow Snow!" Asmo just cooed at your adorable self and pulled it out for you to hold.

"Awh see? This little cutie is going to be just fine with her big brothers!♡"

After a big load of Preparing, Mammon now carried two big bags, one on each shoulder, and you were cuddled back in Satan's arms much to everyone's disappointment. They'd get their turn eventually though! They just loved you so much.

. "Now," Lucifer began gazing at your tiny self. "Do you remember the rules I gave you?"

"Mhm!" You beamed up in return, "No run 'way, stay wif brothers an'... uh-oh." Belphie couldn't help but laugh a little bit at your forgetfulness.

"Tell us if you want or need anything at all." Satan reminded you, brushing his thumb against your chubby cheek. "Shall we go, sweetie?" The nickname slipped his lips before he could stop it, but luckily your giggle prevented the attention falling on Satan.

The walk to this Park was surprisingly peaceful - meaning that none of the brothers were fighting for once. Your location soon came into view which caused a load of adrenaline to rush through your small body. How couldn't you be excited? You haven't been to a Park in forever and now you are going with your favourite people! Tugging on Satan's jacket you grabbed his attention and pointed at the swings.

"You want down? Come then, stay close."

Beel was the first to hold your small hand and smile at you as he helped you onto the swing, Belphie was on a bigger swing next to yours just swaying softly and yawning at your giggles. His hand however did hold onto yours whenever you called for him during your fits of giggles. Next, after eventually getting a little motion sick, Mammon and Levi guided you over to the roundabout. Most certainly not the best option for a tiny already motionsick Mc, but hey - you were tiny and it sounded fun! You didn't exactly know any better. Rushing on, Levi held onto you as Mammon spun it a little.

"Hey, don't go too fast for the baby!" Your giggles just made Mammon spin it a little quicker though.

"Quit being such a baby Levi! Mcs lovin' it! See?" Levi had crouched down and clung to the bars as you caught sight of him getting dizzier.

"Mammo stop!" He instantly did so at your lovely request as you tended to a wobbly Levi- your tiny hand rubbing his back. Levi couldn't help but melt and smile up at you. You truly helped a 'gross otaku' like him?

"T-thanks Mc. Let's go do something else, yeah?" Nodding fast you climbed off, only to feel the dizziness hit you in one go causing you to topple over onto the floor with a squeak. All of the boys were instantly at your side worried and fussing over you.

"Aw, I'm sorry little one! I forgot how small you were n' got caught up teasin' Levi!" Lucifer ever so gently Settled you back onto your feet, only knowing that if they made a big deal out of it then you'd panic and cry.

"There we go sweetie, you're okay now honey." Beel soon caught onto what his big brother was doing so he took your hand and guided you away from the arguing between the brothers that was surely about to occur. Belphie took your other hand and you soon arrived at the sand pit.

"Sand time?" Your voice piped up finally causing relief to flood the twins - they got worried you were upset!

"Mhm sand time." Belphie repeated, letting go of your hand allowing you to mess around with it a bit. Your time with the twins was lovely, but it was hard for Belphie to prevent Beel from eating any of the sand snacks you made him and equally hard to convince Belphie to not nap with you on the sand pillow you made. However your hungry tummy soon alerted them to get you fed and your yawn caused them to smile. Asmo soon comes over though, avoiding the sand for the sheer sake of his skin.

"Ah, is my sweetheart hungry?♡" Nodding softly, the overtiredness began to overtake you rapidly causing you to get a little emotional. Belphie was the one to scoop you up though and cradle you against him as Mammon rushed over, getting the snacks they had prepared in advance.

"I made her a warm bottle too... Do you think she'd want it?" Asmo asked after you'd finished the last of your apple sIices they'd managed to get beforehand. Lucifer had nodded in response as he gently took you in his warm arms.

"I think it's best we all head back now, hm?" The others did not protest, instead they admired your sleepy self drinking what they now assumed was your favourite tiny drink. Falling asleep safely amongst the seven demon brothers had never felt so safe. A kiss to your forehead fully sent you in the dream realm after Beel sorted out your messy cute face.

"Goodnight, sweetheart. We've got you."

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[rphelperblog]

Part one of Kaz Brekker Quote Rp Meme

inspired by @multistoty​ @demjin-hands​

“Greed bows to me. It is my servant and my lever.” 

“What doesn't kill me better run.” 

“We can rest when we're rich” 

“Better to get fat on information than starve on good manners.”

“I have a conscience, It just knows when to keeps its mouth shut”

“When everyone knows you're a monster, you needn't waste time doing every monstrous thing.” 

“I want you to stay. I want you to...I want you.” 

“And I'm going to get my girl.” 

“Only disgusting thing about it is that I didn’t think of it first.”

“Do not be afraid. Fear is how they control you. Their’s so much in the world you don’t have to be afraid of, if only you would open your eyes.” 

I have met plenty of men who call themselves kings.” 

“i’m a business men. No more. No less.”

“You were angry. Angry wears off. I needed you righteous.”

“I don’t hold a grudge. I cradle it. I coddle it. I feed it fine cuts of meat and send it to the best schools. I nurture my grudges,”

“The really bad monsters never look like monsters” 

“We will be queens and kings.”

“What do you think my forgiveness looks like?”

“The easiest way to steal a man’s wallet is to tell him you’re going to steal his watch. You take his attention and direct it where you want it to go.”

"Because I've been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days.” 

“We can endure all kinds of pain. It’s shame that eats men whole.” 

“Is my tie straight?”

“Curse you and your Saints,"

“How many times have you told me you're a monster? So be a monster. Be the thing they all fear when they close their eyes at night.”

“Sometimes, the only way to get justice is to take it for yourself.” 

“It’s not a metaphor.”

“I’m pragmatic. If I were cruel, I’d give him a eulogy instead of a conversation.”

“I don’t want your prayers,”

“I'm not susceptible to flattery, only stacks of cash” 

“You can only sharpen a blade so far, In the end, it comes down to the quality of the metal.” 

“I protect my investments.

"Oh, it's worse than that. If I fail, I don't get paid.” 

“Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too. They don’t forget. They tell each other who to look after and who to watch out for.” 

Next time you plan to impress me give me some warning.” 

“Be the thing they all fear when they close their eyes at night.”

“When you can't beat the odds, change the game.”

“If you didn’t like the weather, you didn’t rush into the storm—you waited until it changed. You found a way to keep from getting wet.” 

"You see, every man is a safe, a vault of secrets and longings. Now, there are those who take the brute's way, but I prefer a gentler approach - the right pressure applied at the right moment, in the right place. It's a delicate thing.

“I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.”

“Who’d deny a poor cripple his cane?”

"If it were a trick, I'd promise you safety. I'd offer you happiness.”

“No, little brother. No one is stronger. You've cheated death too many times. Greed may do your bidding, but death serves no man.” 

"I've seen her do it twice. It worked splendidly. Once".

"The toughest mark is an honest one,Thankfully, they're always in short supply.” 

Doesn’t matter how big the gun is if you don’t know where to point it.” 

“When one plan was blown, you made a new one. When they backed you in to a corner, you cut a hole in the roof.” 

“I may not walk straight, but at least I don't run from a fight.” 

When they took everything from you, you found a way to make something from nothing.” 

“You really think they’ve built a cell that can hold me?” 

“What a luxury to turn your back on luxury.” 

"I love puzzles. Trickery is just my native language.” 

If your god is so delicate, maybe you should get a new one. Let’s get out of here.” 

“You draw on me again, I’ll break both your wrists, and you’ll have to hire someone to help you take a piss.” 

"It is very much our concern. And watch your tone.” 

“I'm pragmatic. If I were cruel, I'd give him an eulogy instead of a conversation.” 

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[rin-and-jade]

Hello, darling x

In a bit of a pickle, we're in.

See, we recently acquired a persecutor, one who has sabotaged our close friendships in order to "protect" us. Messy messy situation. It isn't repentant, but it has ceased activity, though it keeps trying to front to lash out at perceived threats. As of yet, I am the only one it somewhat listens to, and can keep it from causing harm. However, I cannot front forever, and it is too exhausting for the others. My ask is along the lines of "how do we help this alter see that this is not the solution, that this is causing more harm than good?"

-😈

I would say that this is not an easy solution being provided, but do-able. From here, we need to ask how it predict/expect situations from reasoning, to doing something, up to the assumed results it think might happen.

For example, using a mindset of a defensive person: Q: "what do you think might happen if someone comes up to you and says it needs an important talk in the moment? What kind of action will you take? And why?" A: "I am scared to get myself hurt, and this person has possible means of projecting criticism or bad things about me. So, better safe than sorry i will shut them off instead of listening and understanding, deflecting and talking over it until the person gives up as i can't handle uncomfortable things." Q: "...have you ever thought of how not all important talks were discussing bad things? What makes you automatically think it is? Can you tell how your approach benefits anyone if it did happen?"

The bolded text, this is how you do it. You are tasked to challenge current views, since usually, defending oneself means it never needs to think far, focusing on immediate outcomes to ensure safety and not considering the process or aftermath.

This might raise a lot of unexpected reactions and answers, so my reasoning for giving this one important step is to nudge your persecutor to think beyond it's own logic and processes. This is where you can add different pov's or understandings and potentially making a difference. It could be a way how you can tell it's creating more harm than good, even if the intention is not ill-meaning.

I wish you the best, next steps will come if you are having trouble with this current one, provide context and how it went too, as it's needed.

- j

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[shattered-souls-system]

Meet Us!!

Hey there! We're the shattered souls' system! We are a polyfrag DID system of 250+! You may call us Souls or Cinematic collectively! We use They/It/He if not specified! We are otherkin, therian, fictionkin, and alterhuman in general! We have both psychological and spiritual kins We are a minor!! Below those who may post will be writing an intro about themselves: Hi I'm John, I'm the one who wrote the above! I'm our host, and I identify most, plus age with the body! I am also a symptom holder for psychosis! I was the one who discovered the system though I haven't been the host for long! My pronouns are He/It/Hound! Hello there kids! I'm Georgia! My pronouns are She/Her, I'm a cohost and our online protector! That means I'm in charge of our online safety, I try my best to keep us safe, I may not post much but I do make sure everyone is being safe on our online accounts. Salutations, I am called Alaric, or Lar for short, I am a symptom holder for our OCD, my pronouns are they/it, I don't think I'll post much but I do front a lot so perhaps I will! I hang out with Aloysius mostly! Crypts intro will be below! Hey hey I'm Aloysius, my pronouns are Crypt/Blood/It. I'm a protector, and non-human in headspace,, uhh I'm usually quite happy! Thats about it! I'm a protector! This is not all of us who will be posting, others will be, however, I can't be bothered to ask everyone to make one who wants to post! If any littles post rest assured a caregiver or Georgia will be with them to protect them! BYF:

We are anti-endo! We are a minor! We are pro-mspec! We are Introject Heavy! We are psychotic (In the psychosis sense.) We have DAs/IRLs though we are pro-recovery so will not mention them or probably talk about them at all. We DO NOT support TransIDs. We are Trans, Queer, and AroAcespec DNI: Bigots Maps Z00s Transm3ds Sexualizing Agere NSFW Blogs (We are a minor!!) Radqueers Cringe Blogs (You won't listen anyway but still)

Thanks for reading I hope we can be friends!

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[tadpolejourney]

Day 19

Last night I heard terrible screeching in the middle of the night. It was Cub having a nightmare. Apparently he and Scratch are now best friends, Scratch was right by Cub's side comforting him. My heart is full.

I entrusted the creepy Thayan book and the amethyst to open it to Gale. He has no plans to open it 'for now'. The recurring theme of all that is Gale. For now. It has to be difficult, constantly staring down your own mortality in such an... explosive way.

We spent the early part of the day in Waukeen's Rest, helping to fight the fire and free Councilor Florrick, who was trapped in the burning inn. She told us Duke Ravenguard has been taken. Apparently Wyll's been hiding the fact that he's Duke Ravenguard's son too. The truth came out today. I knew that Duke Ravenguard banished his son years ago. I wonder what Wyll did. Of course he won't tell us. I bet it has to do with Mizora, 10 to 1. Again, I return to the fact that he is so hard to get close to. In fact, he's proven himself to be the hardest to get close to. And this is a group that includes Shadowheart. Wyll speaks of nothing but the mission, the adventures, the fights. He doesn't want to be close to anyone. I just want to grab him by the shoulders and shake him and demand to know who hurt him. But I'll leave him be, and let him decide if he actually wants to be my friend or if we're just temporary allies.

The Zhent (his name is Rugan) we met a while back on the road told us about their hideout in Waukeen's Rest after we saved him and his buddy from some gnolls. We paid them a visit while we were there and found his companion Olly dead and him tied up. Apparently he either confessed to stealing the chest he gave us, or they assumed that's what he did. I didn't even get a chance to try to talk anyone down or get out of the situation. I had to immediately choose a side, so of course I chose to protect the bound unarmed man I know over siding with the armed strangers who refused to parley. We killed them and freed Rugan. Astarion claimed the man cowering in the corner behind Rugan was one of them too and that he was just putting on an act trying to seem innocent. I'm not so sure he was right. Either way, he's dead now too.

Rugan left, and so did the remaining Zhentarim. We ransacked the place and found an elevator. An elevator to the Underdark.

We fumbled around down there with no map, and that journey led us through the Zhentarim stash, past a pair of minotaurs, and to the Selunite temple we found before (the one at the goblin camp). So the ladder did lead down here after all. It's heavily fortified from the outside, so we may not try to venture into it at all.

A bulette caught us off-guard along the path. We weakened it, but it burrowed and fled from us. That thing nearly killed Astarion.

I'm starting to rethink the safety of the Underdark. I know Halsin thought it might be safer (he certainly didn't tell me it was actually safe, we both know better), but I think I want to take our chances with the road. We can visit the creche if we go that direction as well. Lae'zel was very pleased with my decision.

There are myconid down there, a whole colony of them. The sovereign had to be reassured that we would bring them no harm. They're in distress, and being attacked by duergar. I intend to return to visit with them if I can, and possibly help them. Assuming the creche doesn't hold a cure and I don't get to just go back to my old life. Somehow I doubt it will be so simple. Besides, do I even want to go back to my former life? I want to be with Gale more than I want to go back to traveling with my band and being on stage every other night. Maybe he and I could go on an adventure together, just the two of us, to help the myconid... Ha, in your DREAMS, and in his nightmares where he EXPLODES. Anyway...

Tomorrow we look for the githyanki patrol on the road to the west. I'm not looking forward to it. Lae'zel is definitely easier to get along with than she was when we first met. She's learning our customs quite quickly. Our culture is alien to her, after all, and books can only teach you so much. Githyanki culture is extremely different from what I've learned. They're battle-hardened, emotionless, and place little value on any given mortal's life, even their own kin. It's all about serving Vlaakith from what I've gathered. There is nothing more dangerous than a zealot.

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