(cw for implied sibling abuse, implied caning and beatings, descriptions of brusing, mute by choice)
bruises
Hansā ears were ringing as they brought him into the throne room. Honestly, they had begun to whine the moment his brother woke him up in the middle of the night, unlocking his cell, and telling him that āI found a way out for you, but we have to go now!ā and havenāt stopped since.
He was ushered onto the small vessel and would have had the time to enjoy the evening breeze and the smell of the saltwater save for the fact that he had gotten sick for most of the journey over. Even though he must have not eaten in three days, his body somehow found things to expel from him.Ā The sunlight had burned his eyes as it rose over the horizon when they landed on Arendell shores and the incessant noise had continued.
Hans stared up at one of the last people he had ever wanted to see, looking absolutely stunning with her black and green gown. Her crown was set ever so lightly atop her head, framing her face with its golden metal shine. He quickly moved his gaze back down to the floor. There was so much that he had wanted to say, how Iām sorry could never suffice for what he had put her through. His voice was lodged in his throat, almost a permanent fixture. But if he spoke, would they react the same way his brothers did all those months ago?Ā
The sound of heels on stairs broke through the ringing in his ears and a soft hand was placed on his cheek. He backed away from her touch. Was she going to slap him? He had deserved it, more than that even. But she did not move away. Instead, her eyebrows were furrowed with worry, her mouth pulled into a tight frown. āWho did this to you?āĀ
(Tw for choking, and restraining using unusual means and chains)
bound
āFrankly, you are the weakest of the lot. Only flight, and occasionally you can create fire? Please, Starfury and even Hurricane can walk circles around you.ā Her black and red helmet is ripped off her and it clatters to the floor.
He delivers a swift kick to her chest and she doubles over. She hyperventilates, trying in vain to draw in a full breath. There is no time to react as large hands squeeze her throat. She chokes on lack of air and flails, tugging helplessly on his arms. He is not letting go. Spots dance at the edge of her vision, and she kicks into the air, even trying to fly upwards.
āOf course, with you not even being mid-tier, that makes it much easier to watch you suffer.ā
(warnings for non graphic nonconsensual removing of clothing, kidnapping, collars, spiked collars, cloth gags)
gagged
āOkay, breathe in for eight, hold for eight, out for eight. In for eight, hold for eight, out for eight.ā She has been in worse scrapes than this, like the time the Charsley building collapsed, or the bank robbery with the hostages.
She repeats that mantra to herself, and her heartbeat is almost normal.
The man is dragging her along a concrete hallway with small lights embedded into where the floor meets the wall. She feels it scrape against her shoulder and the side of her head and can feel the tugging of the chain against her legs from being pulled. The only thing she hears is the awful sound of the metal against the hard floor. So far it has been fully straight, with a small decline, but try as she might cannot recall how she ended up with this man in the first place.
Frozen - current Anna/Kristoff, eventual Anna/Hans, and Anna/Hans/Kristoff in later installments - please see the tags
(tw for implied sibling abuse, contracts used to have ownership over other people)
āWho did this to you?ā
It is explained to them four days and three nights after her coronation in a letter, followed by a meeting one week later. In that one week period Queen Anna of Arendelle had three things to mull over, re-think, somehow sit pensively about, and re-think again. One, Prince Hans of the Southern Isles is no longer a prince and has been held prisoner for crimes on Arendelle land for roughly three years. Two, after Anna had formally met the troll family on that fateful day three years ago, the forest creatures she would consider family, had put a curse over the now former prince in order to fully put him out of Annaās good graces, which included him to not only kidnap herself but almost murder her beloved sister. Three, Hansā brother Lars is offering up the former price as a coronation gift to the queen, in order to not only have good public relations with their neighboring kingdom, but also to inadvertently save the young manās life.
Anna had almost put a groove into the flooring of her and Kristoffās bed chambers with the amount of pacing she had done, and the amount that she was quiet about it except to Kristoff was more than slightly concerning. The crumpled up letters that were left unsent to Elsa had made for good kindling.
Lars placed his hands onto the table, back onto his lap, then back onto the table again. āYes, well with him under your ownership you could do whatever you see fit, or for his rehabilitation as it were, in paragraph five if that would be a possible alternative. The full scope of the issue is that he can no longer be at the Southern Isles.ā Lars used every inch of nerve he could to not fall over himself to beg the Queen to take their brother away for his own safety. The King of the Southern Isles was dying, and their eldest brother, who hated their youngest with an anger that he had never seen be possessed in a person, was the next in line for the throne.
Every second that passed, Larsā heart beat louder against his chest. After a few moments the pair stand from their chairs.
āI, Queen Anna of Arandelle along with King Kfristoff of Arendelle have now agreed to take the former Prince of the Southern Prince of the Southern Isles, into our custody.ā Almost all of those words sounded foreign to her ears.
The Prince felt the room spin around him in agonizing relief. He braces himself against the back of the chair as he stands. āOkay, excellent. If you just give me one moment I will go bring him to you. To the throne room, yes?ā
āExcuse me, you have him here now?ā
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Anna sits in her chair in the throne room, moving her thumbs one on top of the other, trying everything to not sink into the chair and disappear. What felt like long ago, she recalls a conversation where her older sister had told her that she should trust herself and her own judgement, but now she is not so sure. She glances over at her husband and he slowly places a warm hand on her arm. She knows by now what that gesture means, one of trust and free of judgement.
Usually she would have no problem breaking up silences with anything on her mind, but she is working on taking in silences, and instead keeps her eyes on the double doors at the end of the room.
After a few more moments they open slowly, and the image of the dashing young man she had seen more that three years ago is gone. Replaced is now a man in loose and slightly dirty clothing, as if he had had no say in the matter, his posture now a little hunched over, and the most glaring detail was how gaunt his face looked.
Anna nearly misses the āHoly shit.ā Kristoff whispers to himself.
He shakes as he walks toward where she sits, his hands kept firmly in front of him, and his eyes downcast. His right eye is black and blue, and his cheeks have sunken in. His wrists are in a similar state as well, and there appears to be bruising peeking out from under the large shift he wears.
Now she understands why Lars was vague in his letters and in the meeting earlier. His state tells them everything and almost nothing at all. Against her better judgement she cannot help herself from briskly walking down from her throne, placing a hand against his cheek and running a thumb gently over a bruise.
Fighterās Block is the best writing app Iāve come across in a long time.
You type in the amount of words you want to write and as you write, your mini lil avatar fights a monster. Each word you write acts a hit towards your monster, and once youāve hit your word count the monster is defeated!!!
How cute!!!!
Work quick though as how long you spent not writing decreases your avatarās health. Itās a productive fight to the death against the clock!
Best things about this app:
You can PAUSE it!!!! Need go get a cup of tea? Need to sneeze? You can!!!!!
Settings are adjustable! You can change the monsterās speed and the attacks!
You can change the theme and font!
You can level up!!!!! The number of words you write equals your EXP. You can unlock one avatar thus far, but I believe there may be more in the future!
You can minimiseĀ the fight above if it serves as a distraction, and only show the decreasing green bar.
Best of all: If you donāt hit the target word count in time, YOUR WORK DOES NOT DISAPPEAR. In the past Iāve lost so much work because I wasnāt typing fast enough, or sneezed.I cannot express enough how thankful I am that it presents a challenge where the consequence is a knock of pride and not a fit of rage.
Honestly, I urge all writers out there to give this app a go. Itās my new favourite thing.Ā
āDead Clade Walkingā - a term for animals that are alive but from a functionally extinct species.
concept art 4 a horror comic about the dinosaurs that survived the initial meteor impact and are now living in a sort of last of us/annihilation-esque world
check out #boycottamerikkka on twitter for more info. this time is not just about creating an economic blackout through corporate boycott, but also about supporting black businesses. letās show up for them
IF YOU REALLY NEED TO PURCHASE SOMETHING OR IN NEED OF SERVICES, MAKE SURE TO RESEARCH TO SEE IF YOU CAN BUY THOSE PRODUCTS OR SERVICES FROM A BLACK OWNED BUSINESS FIRST!!!!! SUPPORT BLACK OWNED BUSINESSES!!!!!
[both tweets are by Majesty Ria and tagged with #BoycottAmerikkka : You donāt need to go to Target for hair products & body wash or body oils when there are plenty of black owned stores thatās ready to cater to your needs. You can stop eating Chick-Fil-A for a while.. & support some local mom & pop restaurants with better burgers! #BoycottAmerikkka is a community effort. I started it but itās not mine. Itās ours. Im black, so itās naturally a Black movement but Malcolm X saidĀ āI, for one, will stand with anyone, I donāt care what color you are as long as they wanna change this miserable condition.ā]
When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed
All my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit. He ate every bite of that thing...never made a face nor uttered a word about it!
When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said,
"Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and then."
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said,
"Your Mom put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides--a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!"
As I've grown older, I've thought about that many times. Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people.
I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. But what I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's faults and choosing to celebrate each otherās differences is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.
And that's my prayer for you today...
that you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them aside.
We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!
"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket--keep it in your own."
So, please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do just fine.
Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
I have exactly one (1) lifehack for every adult thing and that isĀ āadmit your ignorance to customer service peopleā
no, seriously! I know how nothing in adult life works, but I have learned it by calling up the customer service division of whatever agency I am having a problem with and then just asking about whatever the problem is, emphasizing my complete lack of knowledge about the thing.
my actual literal script for these interactions:Ā āHi, my name is [name]. This is my problem: [problem]. I donāt know how [adult thing] works. could you explain how [adult thing] works?ā it fucking works every time.
me:Ā I keep getting conflicting information as to whether my therapist is covered by my health insurance. I donāt know anything about health insurance, so this is very confusing to me. could you explain why this might be happening?
health insurance customer service:Ā itās because your normal health insurance is X company but your mental healthcare is subcontracted out to Y company, and Y covers your therapist but X doesnāt. just always bill Y when you go to your therapist and youāll be fine.
me:Ā I accidentally put the wrong date to pay my credit card off and Iām afraid it will post before I get paid. this is my first credit card so I donāt know what Iām doing. could you tell me when it will post?
customer service person:Ā it will send a message to your bank today, but your bank wonāt respond to it until tomorrow when you get paid, so youāre fine. and even if it does bounce, the fee is only $25 and you qualify for a waiver.
me: I went to an urgent care place that said theyād take my health insurance, but now i have a big bill. I donāt know how billing works: can you explain why the amount is so much for such a routine trip?
customer service person: itās because you were out of network at the time. however, since your insurance hasnāt covered the cost of care, the urgent care people should refund you for the cost of the services you paid for.
me:Ā [gets actual check in mail for the $200 I spent on testing my pee]
I would not recommend this method for retail (for the love of god, do not tell a sleazy car dealer that you donāt know how cars work), and sure, sometimes you have to speak to the manager or threaten a credit card chargeback or whatever you need to do. but 99% of the time, speaking nicely and admitting to needing help has worked wonders for me, and means I donāt have to stew in terror over doing some adult thing Wrong.
Fic Title: itās hard being a kid and growing up itās hard and nobody understands
Summary:Ā
Thereās blood on the grass, on his clothes, against his teeth.
Grant Wilson has just killed someone.
AO3 Tags: Roleswap Au,Ā editor what editor, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Underage Drinking, Underage Smoking, Underage Drug Use, In which five teenage boys, are forced to mature through shared trauma, and maybe learn to talk about feelings and stuff,Ā Coming to terms with Parental Imperfections,Ā in the worst possible way
Rules: Followers send a number to your Inbox (Ask), and you write a drabble using that location as the main setting of your piece! Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!
The backyard
The car
The kitchen
The bedroom
The grocery store
The mall
The beach
The garage
The doctorās office
The in-laws
The couch
The lake
A boat
Dreamland
A school
Jail?
Front porch
A barbecue
The side of the highway
Church
An award ceremony
Birthday party
Hospital room
Waiting room
The bus
Along the sidewalk
Airport
Library
Bowling alley
The bank
Movie theater
Haunted house
A restaurant
A bar
Foreign country
Outer space!
A truck stop/gas station
A hotel
The park
A playground
A flea market
A sports game
Super Bowl party
The office
Baby shower
Ski resort
A ghetto
A parade
A cabin
The museum
Happy Writing! Visit @prompt-bank for more prompts!
scrosciare - the action of rain pouring down or of waves hitting rocks and cliffs
aspectabund - letting emotion show easily through the face or eyes
pyrrhic - won at too great a cost
rubatosis - the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat
trepverter - a witty response or comeback you think of only after itās too late to use
hiraeth - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
resfeber - thrill felt before an adventure
apricity - the warmth of the sun in the winter
messaline - soft lightweight silk with a satin weave
psithurism - the sound of wind rustling leaves
lapidoso - full of stones, said of roads or of the bottom of a river
liberosis - the desire to care less about things
cafune - the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love
ignipotent - presiding over fire
balter - to dance gracelessly, but with enjoyment
verklempt - completely and utterly overcome with emotion -
cruore - it literally means āflowing bloodā
marcid - incredibly exhausted
temerate - to break a bond or promise
sweven - a dream
petrichor - the pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a long period of dry weather
basorexia - the overwhelming desire to kiss
whelve - to bury something deep, to hide
meriggiare - to rest at noon, more likely in a shady spot outdoors
ansare - to hardly breathe, to be out of breath
arcuate - arched; bow-shaped
morituro - of someone who is next or destined to die
noceur - one who stays up late
selcouth - unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet wonderful
A playlist for the romantic tragedy (?) that is Fletch and Amara from the DND podcast Dinner, Dungeons, and Dragons. Meant to be listened to in order, as there is a bit of a narrative.
// love at first sight - the brobecks // thunder clatter - wild cub // dusk til dawn - zayn & sia// house of memories - p!atd // losing your memory - r. star // all iāve left - koethe // out of order - michi // i lost you - the wldlfe // heaven - pvris // tragedy - always never // i found - amber run // cosmic love - florence & the machine // sun - sleeping at last // i can almost see you - hammock // end - sigur ros //
