#week 59

Week 59 Prompts:

“For the longest time, I believed that love was a myth. Then you came along … and proved to me that myths can sometimes be real too.”

“Loving someone should not be a chore.”

“That was then. This is now. People/Things change.”

Giving Thanks - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC; Sienna Trinh x M!OC)

Yet a Trace by SilverWing15

9/9

title from the quote/meme: "Yet a trace of the true self remains in the false self"

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He needs something. He has to get something the Syndicate will want. Something worth keeping him alive for.

...They were talking about--about the Nether Star, weren’t they?

They were going to grab it.

But what if Tommy grabbed it first?

Its an insane idea.

But its the only one he's got

The Rubble by SilverWing15

1/1

Jester attacked and usually he wasn’t that big of a deal but something went wrong. Something went wrong and there were explosions, and the building.

Oh fuck.

The building was falling, and Phil was trapped.

“Shit,” he mutters. He tries to sit up and agony tears through his gut. He cries out and falls back down. There’s something soft under his head, thin. Cloth?

He focuses on that instead of the pain. Its thin cloth. Rough, smells like sweat. A shirt? Did the kid put their shirt under his head?

“-ather? Crow Father! You can’t--you have to--you have to hold still. Please, please, don’t move, I can’t, I don’t know--” the kid breaks off with a sob.

Fuck, he sounds young.

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Prequel to Yet A Trace

The Moon, She Calls Me Home by SilverWing15

4/5

He should--he can’t be doing this. He’s a werewolf, he’s dangerous, this is dangerous, for him, for everyone he might encounter. He can’t control himself.

But he feels in control.

He feels powerful and strong and wild. But not wild in an out of control way, wild in the way wolves are wild. Independent, untamed, confident, even under all his anxiety. He is a wolf, this is his world, this is his grass. This is where he belongs.

Not locked up in a basement, not chained and behind bars.

Here, out here, in the moonlight, in the night breeze, with the grass under his paws.

He takes a step towards the trees. The shadows are beckoning him. Calling him like friends, the leaves rustle, whispering of all the games they could play, how far he could run, how loud he could be without worrying Dream at all.

He takes another step. Another.

He’s walking, trotting, running.

He’s free.

all that's left to say by Spindilly

1/1

Before he can get far, however, Wilbur grabs his wrist. His heart stops, and like second nature, Tommy turns around to twist away from Wilbur’s grip.

Wilbur stills. Too late does Tommy realize his mistake.

“Tommy, what the fuck happened to your face?”

He pales as realization spreads across Phil and Techno’s expressions as well.

“Tommy,” Wilbur moves his hand from Tommy’s wrist to gently touch his face instead. “Who did this to you?”

Or: Tommy underestimates just how much his family cares about him.

Of rainy days and downy feathers by grasstastic

1/1

The teen collapsed into the nest with a huff, eyes fluttering shut as Wilbur leaned over him with a furrowed brow. “…Are you sick?”

“Think so.” Tommy mumbled, and Wilbur’s feathers puffed up unconsciously.

“So you decided to crawl into my nest and get me sick?” The other joked with a grin.

Tommy scowled, eyes still shut. “Yes, that’s my exact plan. Dickhead.”

Wilbur chuckled as he rearranged the nest to better accommodate them, and pulled Tommy close to wrap his ash-grey wings around the boy.

“What’s wrong then?” He prodded, draping a blanket over them.

“Throat hurts…” Tommy whispered, before swallowing thickly. “Everything aches. ‘M tired.”

“Go to sleep then.” Wilbur deadpanned.

Or Tommy gets his wings. Pure fluff. Like his wings, fluffy smol chick.

stay with me, hold my hand by Anonymous

1/1

Concern bubbles over, pressing against his lungs and contorting in his chest like a balloon.

"Tommy?" Wilbur mumbles, calloused thumbs tracing over the boy's cheekbones, pressing against the gentle blue and purple bruises underneath his eyes, the loss of sleep (for how long, he wouldn't want to know). "You still with me, darling?"

Tommy hums noncommittally, tilting his face into the older's hand to press his cheek up against Wilbur's palm. Although his eyes are half-lidded, watching the ceiling rather than the man in front of him, Tommy looks perfectly content with falling asleep right there.

or, tommy isn’t doing very well at self care. big brother wilbur’s there to help :)

don’t cry (i’m here) by netherfriends

1/1

“It can be like a GeorgeNotFound video,” Tommy starts, eyes gleaming, “Minecraft but I’m A Bird on a Rampage.”

He snorts, gently thwapping the back of his head with the tip of his wing. Tommy squawks, wings fluffing up to give the impression of an angry chick.

Cute, a part of his mind coos softly.

Demon child, the other part screams.

OR

this somehow turned into a fic about wilbur’s instincts shush it’s crimeboys

i can't lose hope (what's left of my heart's still made of gold) by blladnna

16/18

This kid was so small.

That was Phil’s first thought upon opening his front door—that the kid on his front porch was so small. Too small for the warnings heaped upon Phil by the state, warnings of wild magic and dangerous words, of the treachery and trickery that came hand in hand with the legends of the fae. Phil had known many fae over the course of his lifetime, both kind and cruel. The kid on the front porch just looked like a kid.

He just looked scared.

6/30/2020

Size: 34” - 43” = 34i

Dose: 40 mg

Goal: “L” cup

Today was a good day, I made a lot of progress with lactation and I couldn’t be happier. I’m eating a good serving of oatmeal topped with some almonds every other day and there is a definite change. I have also cut out drinking coffee, I use to drink about a cup everyday, but now it’s about once every other week. I’m surprised I don’t miss coffee as much. I actually replaced it with a herbal black tea, and I feel even better :) 

Besides eating a bit healthier, I also like to include some exercises that also help strengthen the my chest muscles. If I’m planning to carry all of the weight that is in an “L” cup, I gotta make sure my muscles can handle it lol. Overall, I’m just happy that I’m making progress and now I’m just 3 cups away, from reaching my goal. 

This first link has some lactation/breastfeeding tips:

https://momlikeyoumeanit.com/breastfeeding-tips/

This next link is to a no bake lactation snack:

https://thebakermama.com/recipes/no-bake-lactation-bites/

This last link has a list of breastfeeding snacks for something on the go: 

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