NUMBER ONE NEMO DVC FAN EVER

So SUPER FUCKING LONG ASS STORY incredibly ridiculously rudely simplified short

There was an eldrich sea horror turned human elder wizard who's name is Delmar that got really bummed out about his dead soulmate (Zenith) so he stopped by a sea-side town and met a sea-traveling woman named Marina and they got together as a one night stand rebound. He ended up having to leave because "the sea calls" (he was more upset about leaving than she was about being abandoned) Once he left Marina ended up learning she was pregnant, and very happily had the baby (Sea Salt but his human name is Ronan)

Ronan grew up hating his dad despite how much Marina explained he was a good guy that just didn't know she was pregnant, and also because he is half(? quarter? idk a little) eldrich sea horror the ocean called out to Ronan day 1.

AND THIS IS JUST HALF OF IT.

Once Ronan turned 18 he left the sea-side town and joined a pirate crew with Marina's blessing, AND the captain of the ship ended up being a witch and she noticed that Ronan had magical abilities so she ended up teaching him witch shit and titled him a witch like she was.

He ended up freeing one of the creatures they were trying to poach (The creature's name is Vortex he becomes Vortex Titan later) and the witch captain took it as an insult so they started fighting each other and she shoved him off the ship. Due to the adrenaline and water he turned into his previously unavailable elderich monster form, and then he swam away BUT not before the witch captain saw the Whole Thing. Because she knew where he lived and most likely where he was running back to, she sent out a high bounty for Ronan's head to the sea-side town so basically the moment Ronan hit the shore he was hunted for the bounty over his head. He was killed, but because he was a witch, First Cinnamon (A coven head witch oc that I do not own) brought his soul back using a cookie body and now his entire job is to free/liberate any cookies held back by any force. It's never ending because someone can always be a prisoner to anything.

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.

I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.

When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹

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