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What are You thankful for? | Rochelle's POV

Mentions of gun violence, bombs and death (its still a tragic backstory so yknow same rules apply)

The clock ticked loudly on the wall as my little brother Paul continued his list of what he was thankful for this year. I could see my Dad gripping the carving knife tighter as he continued talking, Mom just nodding like a bobblehead on a truck dashboard and my siblings just staring at the turkey like it would disappear if they looked away for even a moment. The staff didn't seem to mind but I could see the vein of anger forming a pulsing line across my father's forehead. It was bothering him, and I had to hide my smirk.

"And thank you for LEGOs that make planes and trains, and the race car bed that goes vroom in my room and," he continued as my Dad finally put his foot down. "Fantastic kiddo but maybe let's eat this turkey now?" He boomed, clearly trying to sound jovial but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. Paul's lip trembled for a moment as I put a hand on his knee. "Maybe save some for next year?" I suggested kindly as Paul stopped tearing up and nodded. "Finally, now let's carve this bird!" My father crowed triumphantly as he stood up with the knife and the clock ticked louder somehow.

"Dammit, is that clock breaking? It's been in this house for generations, has it always been that loud?" He muttered as he looked at the clock. I watched Mom shrug as she started pushing food around her plate, already playing pretend with the meal. "Maybe it needs new batteries dear, we can get that dealt with later. Sebastian dear, pass the potatoes," she smiled as she started serving the food for my brothers and sisters.

"It's not the clock, Mom." Manny shrugged as he put an ear to the ancient grandfather clock. "That's odd," my sister Lisa mumbled. "Why can we still hear it then?" Georgia whispered as I scanned the room and followed the sound as it landed on the Ming vase on the vintage sideboard. "It's not the clock ticking," I said slowly as my Dad frowned. "Then what is it? One of your watches?" He grumbled as I bit my lip hard. "It's the vase." I said quietly as my Dad pulled a face. "Don't be stupid Rochelle, vases don't tick-"

BOOM! The vase tore apart as whatever had been ticking exploded it into shards that flew everywhere as the family scattered in all directions and I heard it. Helicopters, feet on the ground, shouting. I knew I needed to run fast as I headed for the attic, to the old closet where I had hidden my things. The burner phone, an escape bag, and the few tools I had gotten hold of for fear of something like this happening. All I could hear below me was screaming and gunfire as I hid myself behind the panel of the closet, surrounded by dust and mothballs as I waited for the sounds of violence to end.

I had always known there might be a target on my back. I wasn't quite at the level of my cousin where there was Kidnapped for Ransom concern as I was never particularly popular the way she was but I had my very valid fears. So instead of living in fear, I made a plan. Put aside the most mundane looking clothes I could, supplies that could feed me if I didn't have a home, tools to help me survive and an escape plan. One that would be foolproof thanks to something money couldn't buy.

I listened carefully as a conversation floated through the floorboards of the attic as two men talked below. "No sign of the heiress yet, sir," one reported as the other sighed in irritation. "Dammit he'll have my head if she's not dealt with. Just find her!" He barked as I heard the latch of the attic open and I saw the back of an armoured head poke in, climbing the ladder up. I tiptoed carefully towards him and took the steak knife I never dropped from the dinner table and shoved it into his back as I turned myself into him and dragged him into the shadows. I'd like to say that was easily done but it was not. And it was my first time trying to kill or at least maim someone. God knows if he lived.

I picked up his gun and emerged from the attic, imitating him perfectly. "No-one up there, sir." I called to the commander as he sighed, putting a hand over his face. "Fine. We'll set up a perimeter. Start laying the C4," the man ordered. I nodded and walked away, blending in perfectly with the others as I made my way back down to the dining room and had to hide my disgust at what I saw. My family, laying there with bullet holes in their bodies, my sweet brothers and sisters shot like dogs. But I had to keep moving. I had to get out.

I managed to cross the perimeter being set up without anyone noticing as I heard more shouting and movement as I headed away from the Manor, waiting until I was no longer in earshot or sight of the place before shifting back to myself and then I heard it. The explosion as the place I called home crumbled apart in front of my eyes. I felt the tears running down my cheeks as I held back the scream I wanted to let out, breaking into a run as I just kept moving away from the carnage. Felton Manor was dust by the time I found shelter in the woodlands.

My family, gone forever as I got to keep living. It didn't seem fair, but I wasn't going to waste it. Not for a second. I knew my father and my cousin Senator Felton had been using our money to fund awful anti-mutant campaigns and planning, it's not like they kept it a secret. But now I was going to ensure that the people would not suffer. At least, not in my name.

Three Years Later...

I was sat in a lecture on the power struggle between patriarchal society and feminist movements when I got called out of class by the Dean. I was already struggling to stay awake despite the can of energy drink I had downed before class and the fatigue was wearing me down. But everyone looks like that in college. "One too many parties?" Someone had joked earlier as I just nodded. Parties. Sure. That's why I was on death's door with aching muscles.

I was just about to open another drink when the door opened. "Beth Winson?" Dean Richmond called as I looked up from under my hoodie, frowning through glasses. "Yes Ma'am?" I replied as she beckoned me and I picked up my bag to follow her. "There are some people in my office who want to talk to you," she said, clearly sounding a little nervous. I frowned and watched as she pointed to her own office door and waited for me to open it.

I opened the door and saw a tall, well-built man with blonde hair stand up, a professor I recognised from the University campus adjusting his glasses and the Dean's chair turned around to reveal a very familiar dark haired man with prominent facial hair and glasses. "You are a tough lady to track down, Beth Winson. Or should I say, The Shadow?" He said surreptitiously. I was surrounded by people who had come to be known as The Avengers in recent years. And now they were in the Dean's office at my college. Looking for me.

I watched as Tony Stark lowered his glasses and I felt my cheeks warm and my eyes flash as they shifted from blue to yellow as everyone in the room noted the change. Dr Banner jumped a little, Captain Rogers tilted his head and only Mr Stark stayed impassive. Nice one Rochelle, subtle, I thought to myself. "That- that wasn't what I was expecting," Dr Banner said, his eyes widening as Steve folded his arms. "We need to have a little chat," he said firmly but calmly. I didn't hesitate, acting on instinct as I ran through the corridor. This was NOT happening.

And that's all for now, seriously it is hotter than hell in England and humid and- okay you get it. Stick around for Part Two!

Split Apart

I used to be whole.

One person,

One personality,

One demeanour,

One singular identity

That everyone knew and liked.

Then one fatal day,

I tried to let out a new identity,

One that I felt safe inside of.

A version of me that worked

So much better than before.

But instead of being embraced,

Accepted as this new me

I was pushed away,

Told to hide my truth

"It's just a phase,

You'll grow out of it,"

I felt and heard myself cracking,

Splitting right down the centre,

As my true self took half a shape,

And my old self the other.

Forced to be two different selves,

For my own peace of mind.

It was easier at first,

Like playing a role on stage,

Donning a mask and a costume,

To maintain the illusion of me

So there was no heartache

No confusion on display.

Then the other half hid itself,

Hiding in private conversations

With only the trusted few,

Concealed social pages

Secret friends and thoughts.

"It's only for now," I said

"Things will be better One day,"

I assured myself blindly,

Not knowing what the future

Or my life would grow to be.

But now it's getting harder

To hide myself in plain sight

Lying is almost second nature,

My tongue ought to be blackened

But it remains a healthy shade.

A flag stays stuffed in a box

Along with stories and dreams

Of a life that's all my own

Not just wishful thinking

When I let my mind wander

In quiet moments.

The two sides of myself

The truth is getting lost in the lie

My sense of self is slipping away

Along with my hopes of freedom

And the dream of being whole,

Feeling whole again someday.

The fear of rejection hangs heavy,

I can practically hear what they say

Before the words ever grace their lips

Before I can even draw breath

To speak my truth aloud.

The other half is screaming inside,

Begging to be released from the cage

The cage of my anxieties and fears

That keep her locked away

From danger and from harm.

I wish I could let go of my past

Of the girl I used to be

Before the world got complicated

And new identities came to light

When nothing really mattered.

But its too dangerous for now,

The fire won't be snuffed easily

Once its set to burn its blaze

And I can't forsee the consequences

The fallout of my actions.

So I remain split for the time being,

Torn in two until I can live outloud

Each side is in agony as I continue

With this terrifying subterfuge

In the name of peace of mind

And maintaining the status quo.

OUAT AU: Meet The Author

Featuring: Jason Underwood aka The Author, Cassie aka Rapunzel Goldilocks, Liane aka Maleficent and Ethan aka The Ace of Hearts

Including: The Dark Prince aka Alexander and mention of Belladonna

Setting: A Barnes and Noble in Maine

Warning: Contains mild language, and tame references to body horror.

"This is him?" Cassie asks as she eyes the table and glances at Liane, her expression uncertain. "He doesn't look like some all-powerful Author," she comments as Liane just gives her a little shove. "True but do you still look like a witch with hair that trails on the floor? No, so go talk to him!"

Cassie sighs but she picks up her courage and gets in line, until she reaches the table, mere inches away from the author himself. "Well hey there sweetheart, thanks for reading my books. Who am I making this out to?" He said, not even looking up as Cassie just stared down at him. "Well sometimes I go by Cassie. But I'm probably known best as Goldilocks. But never Rapunzel." She says slowly as his pen pauses and he looks up.

"Goldilocks? Is that really you?" He said carefully, looking up at those oh-so familiar all seeing eyes and that long blonde hair. "It's really you.." He says, not sure how to react as Cass just sighs. "I have some questions for you. Author." She says as he swallows uncomfortably. "I go on break real soon, we can talk then." He nods quietly as Cass nods back and takes back the book.

"Nice to see your writing is appreciated here, I do wonder what happened to the characters left on the cutting room floor though," she replies, a little coldly as Jason's face falls. There's guilt in his eyes. He does feel bad, but Cassie needs answers.

Cass waits by the Mythology section as Jason steps away from the table. She's willing to hear him out but she knows he has a lot to answer for. He smiles but there's a tinge of regret in his face.

"Guess I wasn't the only one sent to this crazy world then, huh?" He says, trying to break the ice but he feels the hot glare of a very pissed off dark fairy land on him. "Cut the crap, Underwood. We came here for answers." Liane snarls as Ethan puts a hand on her shoulder. "Easy, let Cass handle this. And...maybe don't bring the fire in a place full of very flammable books?" He suggests quietly as Jason chuckles softly. "Its been a long time but I still remember writing down your story, Maleficent- sorry Liane. Force of habit." He says as Cassie faces him.

"You erased my tale. Why?" She asks as he stops laughing, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sure you know by now, a certain Evil King got us all stuck here. He also made it clear that he didn't want you in his little getaway from the start. Not my fault he didn't know Goldilocks and Rapunzel were the same person," he shrugs as Cassie's expression hardens.

"I lost my whole story! My entire life in that forest is reduced to a footnote! A sidequest that I only undertook for my safety! And the woman-" She began, her voice cracking a little as she spoke.

"The woman I love is now a faded memory in my own head. A fuzzy patchwork, a jigsaw of moments I don't even recall happening. And now I find out she's still in the forest while I'm stuck here, in Maine of all places?" She bites out, approaching him slowly until he's backed up against the mystery section.

"Where is my tale, Author?" She asks calmly, her blood boiling. "The Forest! I hid it! I hid it in the Forest.." He cries out in anguish as Cass stops pushing. "I couldn't bring myself to burn the tale, Alexander told me to but I just couldn't...in truth Goldie...it was my favorite."

He says softly as Cassie's hackles lower. "So I hid it. Somewhere real safe and secure. I'm sorry it caused you so much trouble, and distress. But I had no other choice. Alexander, The Dark Prince as he was at the time, he threatened to burn the whole damn Storybook, lock me up until I rewrite it so he gets a Happily Ever After." He finishes as Cass just stops still.

"He...wanted to erase all the tales?" She asks quietly as he nods solemnly. "He didn't care who suffered. Just so long as there was suffering. If I'd had my way your story would be right there where it belongs." He says calmly as tears form in Cassie's eyes.

As Cass steps away, clutching the Storybook tight, Jason pulls himself off the bookcase, eyeing the leather bound piece of history. "I haven't seen that book in years. May I?" He asks carefully, as Cass nods slowly, holding out the book to him. He accepts it with a sad smile, poring through the pages and plates with their illustrations, sighing.

"When I took this job as the Author, I never wanted fame. Notoriety. I wanted to write. I travelled through the Enchanted Forest, collecting all these rich tales from such interesting people. Snow White, Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, all these lives that were so beautiful." He sighs as he strokes the pages lovingly.

"Then I got stuck here. This book was lost to me, so I filled the void by writing new tales. Turning your stories into new tales for this..modern place. Spy thrillers, crime novels, and the people ate it up. Suddenly writing was a job. A career in this world. It was so easy to just keep twisting tales. With zero consequences for once." He chuckles but he shakes his head.

"But I never forgot your story, Cassandra. The child trapped in a tower, with a gift of foresight and the ability to see the future. Trained as a witch, falls for who she thinks is a common thief but turns out to be...a Goddess," he sighs with a smile.

"Your story was special. But it scared Alexander. He knew you were powerful. And other people did too. People were scared of witches. Even beautiful ones. Your beautiful tragedy would've floored these simple minds," he says as Cass just sinks to the floor.

"I just want my Arete back, my Flynne Rider." She says as Jason's eyes widen. "You remember her name?" He asks as Liane pulls a face. "The Dark Warlock may have...reminded her." She cuts in as Jason shakes his head. "Damn that Rumplestiltskin. Never could pin him down."

But Cassie couldn't hear any of it right now. She was too busy trying to scour through the ravaged remains of her damaged memory, scraping for a clear image of her beloved but everytime she tried to retrieve her, it would fade like an exposed photo.

"I'm truly sorry Cassie. But I don't think we've had access to the Enchanted Forest for a while," he says softly, crouching to her level, resting a hand on her shoulder but the second he makes contact with her, Cass's eyes turn white as she is plunged into the memory of The Author, Jason Underwood.

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The forest appears around her as she sees a confrontation between two people just ahead of her. An angry one. It's Jason and Alexander.

"You really thought that would save you? Writing down stories, pretending to be an innocent bystander. The second you write The End, my fate is sealed. And I lose, and that...perfect brother of mine WINS! Why does he deserve a Happy Ever After? Because he was brave? Kind? A 'Good person'? How is that fair?" He growls as Jason stands up to him.

"Because unlike you, Your Highness, they deserve a happy ending. You deserve nothing but misery and pain. You built that towering fortress, you hurt people, you destroyed lives, you have the life you deserve, Alexander." He finishes severely as the Dark Prince's eyes go fully black.

"Let's see how well you and your family do when man becomes monster.." he hisses as he points a dark crackling shot of power at Jason, as his body twists and writhes, crying out as he grows fur and transforms into a large grizzly bear.

"Papa Bear...." Cassie whispers slowly as Jason looks around in confusion, only able to growl as Alexander laughs, picking up the book. "I'll take that. And drop it where it will never, ever be found." He threatens as he takes it to a large Well and tosses it in, no splash, no sound of it even landing. Just silence.

"Oh and don't worry about your family, they'll embrace their 'Hairy Situation' soon enough as well," he laughs darkly as Jason bounds away to go and find his family as the pieces fall into place at last. And as Alexander walks away she notices a small mound. Something buried under what looks like a headstone. As she peers closer the words appear. "Here lies a beautiful story, that will never be told." He was right. Her story was right there....

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"Cassie! Shit Ethan stop the blood, Cass!" Liane cries as Cassie comes to, her nose bleeding as she stares up at Jason. "You weren't lying..."

Liane helped Cassie up, mopping up the blood as Cass faced Jason, the Author, the kind bear who's family took her in when she was being hunted for crimes of Witchcraft. "Papa Bear," was all she said as he softened and wrapped her in a hug she knew well.

"It's me Goldie, it's me. And of course I didn't lie. You saved me and my family. You may not remember but you truly did. You gave us back our humanity. By caring just enough." He says softly as she cries a little.

"I had no idea.." she sniffs as he chuckles. "You had no way of knowing. That was my burden to carry, not yours." He reassures as they pull away and something changes in Cassie's expression. "You look like the cat the got the cream, what else did you see?" He asks as Cass contemplates for a moment.

"I've seen that Well. It's exactly like the one in Fighter-Town, out in the woods that surrounded the town. That Well must be how your Belladonna got hold of the Storybook," Cass explains as Liane's eyes widen. "Cass you little genius!" She says as Jason also steps back a little.

"So when Alexander threw it away, it travelled to this world? Does that mean..the Well you saw is a portal?" He asks, intrigued. "I guess there's only one way to find out." Cassie replies as Jason grins.

"I think it's high time we went back to The Enchanted Forest, don't you?"

What a twist! Next installment will be Arete/Rapunzel I PROMISE just lemme write it first...but hope this tides you over until then...

Jason Underwood is @jackiequick 's OC known on tumblr as @marvelsfavoriteuncle

Ethan is property of @gcthvile known as @ethan-lensherr

If you want Liane OUAT AU content check out @purpleprincessonfyre

Stranger Things: The Show that Changed my Life (Minimal Spoilers)

Seven years ago, I was in my first year of Sixth Form at my old secondary school and during a lunch break, I saw a friend from the year above watching something on her laptop. It was actually the USS McCallister episode of Black Mirror but she noticed I was watching along and offered me an earbud. Then the bell went and she said "I'll give you my password, so you can watch the rest."

Which I did, and then a show was recommended to me. Stranger Things. I had known about the show before then but I didn't have access to Netflix or anyone I knew who did until that day. And so on my own I decided to watch the first and second season. Needless to say I WAS HOOKED.

The eighties aesthetic, the characters, their arcs, the world just fascinated me. The music was so intriguing, the story was so brilliant, and the new Season was airing next Summer?

I threw myself into the fandom head first, it was even my first toe dip into D&D which was later ignited by CollegeHumor's Dimension 20 Fantasy High. Season 3 came out and I binged the whole show in a day on my tiny little laptop provided by the school for doing our homework. And then Robin was introduced. She was so sassy, with dry humour and incredible one-liners. And then she finally spoke her truth and it broke me.

This brand new character who could've been written off as just someone for Steve to bounce off of became three dimensional in that moment. She bared her soul to the guy who started off as a stereotypical jock pretty boy and who went through a metamorphosis as a character to become one of the most beloved characters on the show. And he accepted her.

I was still coming to terms with my sexuality at this time and everytime the thought crossed my mind, the idea that I could be that honest and truthful, I pushed it away. I tried to come out after I turned 18. It went horribly and I had never felt more alone. Until my friends lifted me up. The people I'd chosen to have around me gave me unwavering support. And then Lockdown happened.

At this point I had been role-playing with a different group of Stranger Things fans for over a year or so (I told you I threw myself into the fandom) and things got REALLY toxic thanks to one person in the group and so I had gone back to the Facebook Fan Page to find new people to talk to and saw an rp group looking for new members and I decided to message them. And that's where I met three amazing girls who I am still friends with to this day.

We were each others rocks during the worst of Lockdown, we went on Video Calls for each others birthdays, we had a whole over arching plot for our AU of Stranger Things, I even met one of the members IRL and still have plans to meet them all properly one day. Budget allowing. But those girls became part of my support system. Whenever something bad happens now, we all get on call and talk until the person who's hurting feels better about it all. I owe those Duffer Brothers a lot.

I got more into cosplay after buying my Robin Buckley costume, I went to my first convention and bought my first ever set of dice, I joined an Adventure League and started playing and running my own One Shot adventures, I started playing Baldurs Gate 3, I watched Dimension20 Live, I made friends across continents, I had the courage to come out to my friends, I had a support system when my life fell apart last year, this show fundamentally changed my life for the better. And it all started with four boys playing D&D. I cried so hard just a few hours ago because now it feels like it is truly over. But I am still so thankful for the memories, the stories and the journey.

DC Supergirl AU: A Very Kara Christmas 🎅🍋🎄

Featuring: Kara Zor-El, Destiny Reason

Mentions: Kal-El, Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen

Location: Metropolis, Christmas Eve

Destiny was just stirring a hot honey and lemon drink when she heard the unmistakable sound of her ceiling caving in and sighed. Kara was home for the holidays it seemed. As Destiny stepped out to see the damage, she saw her Kryptonian roommate and girlfriend dressed in a long red coat, with a Santa hat perched rakishly on her messy blonde curls and a black bag in her hand.

"I got your text, you said you were sick and staying home for Christmas, so I came home so you aren't alone." She said, setting down the bulging bag as Krypto flew down to greet Destiny with licks and yaps. "Kara, I texted you that cause I wanted to make sure you don't get ill too." Destiny explained as Kara shrugged. "It's an Earth illness, I won't catch it. And if I do my immune system won't let it survive," She said as Destiny just sighed. "It's good to see you," she smiled as Kara gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Good to see you too. So Kal explained how a cold works so I got honey, lemons, these pills that dissolve in water, a hot water bottle, this steam inhaler thingy, a blanket with sleeves, something called Strepsils Lois recommended those, I basically let them write me a list." She admitted as Destiny chuckled. "That's very thoughtful," She replied before she started coughing again and Kara's eyes widened as she dropped the bag.

"Okay uh what do you need?" She asked as Destiny pointed to the mug in the kitchen. "Got it," She nodded as she handed her the steaming cup of yellowish liquid and Destiny sipped at it with a sigh. "Better," she croaked as she took a seat and Kara looked around the apartment and saw the tree, the lights and the decorations. "For saying you aren't planning anything for Christmas, you've sure tried to make the apartment festive," She nodded as Destiny just shrugged. "I couldn't help myself. And when I put those up I wasn't coughing up a lung," She replied as Kara pointed Krypto to Destiny's lap and he curled up obediently on her knee. "Good boy," Destiny whispered.

"So I'm guessing Christmas wasn't a thing on Krypton then?" Destiny asked as Kara took a seat, just gazing at the brightly coloured lights hung around the room for a moment. "Not...Christmas exactly. We have a story about a guy called The Stranger. Wore a long red cape and ran around the planet spreading a message of peace, healing and understanding to all Kryptonians." She said slowly as Destiny smiled. "Aw that's really sweet. So the people revered him then?" She asked as Kara snorted. "Not all of them. There was a ruthless governor of one of the provinces who started a rebellion against the order of Krypton. This Stranger wanted the conflict to stop and told each side to lay down their weapons and come together, but he was brutally shot in the back by the same tyrant governor. But after his death, the very last war on Krypton ended and people realised his message was pretty nice and decided to memorialise his ideas once a year by exchanging gifts as a show of peace and kindness on Krypton." She explained as Kara just stared.

"Honestly, given the story of Christmas on Earth that sort of tracks." She shrugged as Kara chuckled. "What's your Reason for The Season then?" She asked as Destiny just sighed. "Oh uh December 25th is when Christians celebrate the birth of the son of their Christian God named Jesus who also walked the Earth to spread messages of peace and kindness and love. Except he was crucified on a cross and as the story goes he rose from the dead then ascended to the heavens." Destiny explained as Kara frowned. "You celebrate all that on one day? That's depressing." She commented as Destiny shook her head. "The crucifixion bit happens in Spring. Christmas is when they celebrate the birth." She says as Kara nods in understanding. "Ohhhh got it. And I guess most people celebrate that?"

"Not exactly. These days it's more about gift exchange, a pretty tree and lights, songs and films, and Santa Claus." She shrugged as Kara just shook her head. "That's too many reasons for one season, Destiny." She said as Destiny laughed. "Most just pick one these days. And kids like believing in Santa." She smiled as Kara raised an eyebrow. "You believe you girlfriend can fly and fire lasers from her eyes and spew freeze breath but you don’t believe in Santa Claus? Interesting.." She teased as Destiny sighed. "Funny. Give me proof he exists."

"Easy. I stole this hat from him." Kara grins as Destiny rolls her eyes. "If that's true then you'll be on his naughty list." She warned as Kara smirked. "Oh honey, if he has a list that is *not* why I'm on there." She quipped before plopping the Santa hat on Destiny's head. "Now what should we do first? I vote finding a turkey to hunt and eat cause that sounds fun, oh and I've heard a lot about Home Alone before, oh and eggnog it sounds gross but Kal's friend Jimmy recommended it," Kal began as Destiny just smiled and sighed.

"We can do most of that, I wouldn't go hunting a live turkey though. You can buy them at the supermarket." She said as Kara just shrugged. "Your loss. But fine, I've heard that Home Alone is a really good movie," She remarks as she curls up next to Destiny under the blankets as the two of them cuddle up with Krypto to watch the movie, Destiny letting Kara stroke her hair as she coughs and splutters. "I couldn't leave you alone like this, babe." Kara muttered as she leaned in to kiss her. "Thanks Kara," Destiny replied as the opening credits started to roll and the snow started to fall through the window.

There! Hope you enjoyed! And yeah I'm still under the weather so don't expect much, I may not be back posting until 2026. We'll see. Happy Holidays!

Heart, Body, Mind and Soul

My heart is like a wind up doll,

You can turn the key,

Light it up with joy and delight,

Or you can keep winding

And then it fills with rage and anger.

It is a dormant volcano at times

Calm and gently bubbling

Just below the surface.

Or raging and exploding wildly

Leaving damage in it's wake.

My body is like a marionette,

So easily stirred by manipulation,

Unflinching as it reacts

Often making others laugh

When it jerks and flaps about.

It is a musical instrument,

It can play a tune prettily,

Entertaining people with its talents,

But when played harshly,

It's song causes discomfort and anguish,

The sound no longer worth listening to.

My mind is like a busy boardroom,

There are people running around

Trying to outthink every issue,

Planning for a crisis when there is none,

And the workday is never over.

It is a hamster in a cage,

Often it runs on a wheel,

Sometimes the hamster flies off it,

And the wheel keeps turning

But it's always running around madly.

My soul is like a locked chest,

It's bound in strong material,

Tightly trapped by a heavy lock

To keep it from getting hurt,

Protect it from outside damages.

But it's also mine.

They are all my own self.

My heart, my body,

My mind and my soul.

Mine alone to carry through the world,

To lead through this life.

Not everyone can handle them,

The way they act outwardly,

How they appear when shown,

But they are not for everyone.

They are for the ones who make space,

For my heart, body, mind and soul.