#councilors

[strumbul]

they're all idiots your honor

[caravalxjurdan240]

KOTLC headcannons (spoilers)

Like I said before, Sophie (a cannon fan of Harry Potter) realized that Keefe can 'tame' his voice by restricting it to words that he won't normally tell (and Gisela won't know so she can't control him)

Like she got him a stick, taught him the spells and now his voice responds to only those spells

LIKE IRL HARRY POTTER AND GIRL WAS GEEKING OUT OVER THIS

She obviously likes reading

So I imagine her reading Shatter me (screw the age rating, no one listens to it anyways) (I read it at 11 or 12)

and she LOVES Aaron Warner (Keefe kinda looks like him but that's not why she chose him)

When she realized the resemblance, she got to work IMMEDIATELY

Gave him some potion that turned his eyes green, gave him a three piece suit, the iconic emerald ring and was absolutely GEEKING out and took pics, like a lot

Once when they had to go on some sort of underwater mission, (because they will) she practically shocked everyone, even the councilors, with her knowledge about sea creature, like girl explained bio-luminescence and pistol shrimps so effortlessly and casually and named almost every single sea creature, even the corals/plants

(This should be cannon) She drops random facts like every single time (especially when she is on a 'mission' with one or two of the councilors tagging along and she gets nervous)

They all leave learning a new fact

turns out, Linh (you can disregard this, it's just for laughs and a random way to make them bond) also likes those smutty, violent fantasy books and they start a secret bookclub

Sophie is disappointed at the lack of morally gray book characters

she and Linh reads the human ya fantasy books

the adults and their friends have no idea why they giggle so much

When Keefe and Tam found out, boy were they traumatized (my poor innocent babies)

Sophie refers to random human brainrot or trends

Like 'lover or fighter'

Sophie also sings random songs that gives the others and aneurysm (her parents were swifties)

She also likes darkside by neoni and runaway by aurora

The others were traumatized when they heard her humming to it

She had to explain that she just liked the vibes and tune of the song, not that she was planning su!cide

After a while, everyone (even the councilors) loved the songs

Her friends would frequently ask her to put their favorites or borrow her 'music machine' while the adults would subtly hum it

(Is it cannon that there is not music in the lost cities? Just the 'nature music' the Songs make?)

(do instruments exist? if no, then my other headcannon is that Sophie is good at it and on one excursion to the forbidden cities, with one or two of the councilors, she spots on in a shop and HAS to stop to play)

Once in the forbidden cities, she practically stops their 'mission' (Bronte and another councilor was with her mind you) to make Dex, Keefe and Biana taste a mini pizza (quite similar to a large one)

they loved it

She even brought Grady one

(and Bronte might've went back after the mission in secret to taste one too)

Marella and Biana becomes shopping/fashion bestiesss

Keefe and Tam (when they finally sort themselves out) become a team that is every adult's nightmare

their pranks are legendary

Fitz, Keefe and Dex try to ship Biana with Tam

uhh...idk

This is so short!!! 😢

@flyerguardian @venusoftheflytraps

[teacakesrule]

So there's the rule kotlc councilors can't have any immediate families so their judgement won't be clouded.

Ok, but lets just say that Emery has a niece that he absolutely adores. Like, her spoils her with gifts, always takes her side, yaps about her to the other councilors, etc.

Now, lets say his niece suddenly becomes 'troublesome' and does something that merits a tribunal. Obviously, Emery's going to defend her and do whatever he can to lighten the punishment, no matter how bad her crime was.

How're you going to stop that, Elvin law?

Because basically, in order to be a councilor, all your relatives have to be dead.

[crymeariveronceagain]

Sophie pushed open the doors to the Eternalia tribunal hall , in the large room stood the councilors in their glittery glory. She walked towards the platform fighting the urge to pull out a couple of eyelashes, The platform rose towards the councilor's seats , and Emery announced "Welcome Miss Foster, Why have you arrived here unannounced? ". "Another goblin has died " she said, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice but failing spectacularly "Lovise , Dex Diznee's bodyguard" she continued. "We shall inform Queen Hylda, " Alina said with a completely blank face. " HOW ARE ALL OF YOU SO EMOTIONLESS !?" She said her voice became louder. "SOMEONE DIED, A FRIEND,SOMEONE WHO TRIED TO PROTECT US DIED AND YOU ALL JUST STAND THERE , WITHOUT REMORSE" She yelled, her voice filled with rage . Emery stepped back and Alina came forward and said "Miss Foster, we are not involved in this fight in any way ,We haven't taken any part in this war. We will simply arrange the funerals and nothing else" . "Not involved?! Sophie said with a bitter laugh "YOU ALL ARE THE REASON THIS WAR STARTED IN THE FIRST PLACE " her voice was filled with rage, "Miss Foster we are your leaders we DEMAND you speak to us with respect" Liora said. "I'll treat you with respect when you actually care about the people who fight and die because of your mistake" She said, her eyes narrowed on the councilor. She turned towards all the councilors and said "Me and my friends have been fighting this war for you all for a long time, But what will you do when the war comes to your doorstep, When your castles are burning, When there's one left to blame ? Will you all just hide here in this golden prison and pretend the fires don't exist? Will you sit here on your pedestals made of gold oblivious to war outside?" (This is only part one btw)

I hope you like it!

(also majority of Sophie's dialogues were inspired by this one song endgame by Klergy)

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i like ittttttttttt

yES GET IT SOPHIEEEE!!! *snaps fingers* GO QUEEN

[overwhelmed-ravenclaw]

Admitting Having PTSD

Admitting something like this is extremely hard for someone. For me, it was especially hard because of the fact of how my family is. They have toxic tendencies and the other side is majority toxic in general. So I am not precisely safe from them playing blame game if they even admit it to themselves that I do have PTSD.  I hope this helps someone else who has to admit their family or to other people about PTSD. Also, I would like to point out that I didn’t tell my whole family (I won’t tell my whole family) and I will also like to say that others may have even more different reactions. It is something scary and no one knows what to precisely expect. I was trying to be trigger wary while writing this. TL;DR at the end I’ll have a line separating them. Everything I pre-typed for this is undercut.  @ptsdconfessions​

My family like most is complicated. It feels to me like mine is more so than a lot of others but I know that probably isn’t the truth. My mom left when I was young, which is important to this but not what this is about. I had accepted my mom left because she wasn’t happy in her marriage to my dad. She explained to me she didn’t know where she was going so she couldn’t take us with. She didn’t want to put us in any kind of danger by accident. For a 7-year-old, I understood she was trying to protect us and get out of a loveless relationship. 

I have 4 older sisters, but one doesn’t play a role in this till years later, so I am going to skip her for the time being. (She was adopted after my mom left and around the time the PTSD started to form)  My counselor and Therapist both had repeatedly suggested I explain more than “I have depression” to my family. They knew that I knew I had PTSD. The reason behind it varied to a bunch of things that most of which happened before I was 13 and there was nothing I could do about it. Some of the stuff that happened later in life adds onto that but I am going to stay vague to avoid triggers as much as I can. None of my PTSD had to do with my mother leaving, or at least very little did, because if she was there then a lot of it wouldn’t have happened.

So I first sat down with my sister and uncle who lived with me. I am going to call this uncle (huge family) U-D, the sister at hand is L. L’s reaction was “So you are mentally insane, that means you can get disability and quit your dream of whatever it is, I don’t know it doesn’t make sense.” My dream is to help children that dealt with same past like me and make sure they don’t end up as bad as I did, so I became a paraprofessional (Fancy word for special needs aide) The other part of my dream is to become a published author. Not through self-publishing but a big name company. I don’t care if my books don’t sell, I want to know that I have at least tried to be an author.

U-D stated that he doesn’t understand how I have PTSD because I was never in the army or warzone. Later on, he learned what happened to me when I was little, or at least small bits, from my sister B. Let just say after learning some information he had dropped that I couldn’t have PTSD and just went with it. L kept pushing me to do things that she knew would trigger me till finally not one but four councilors had all sat down and explained to her what she was doing, she kept it up. She saw that if she can keep triggering me then I will do what she wants to make her leave me alone. Then eventually I told my aunt AD and my Dad. Dad stated he could tell that I had PTSD because of the fact that he was a lousy dad. Which is partly true. If he would have done what should have when I was little then I wouldn’t have it this server. He isn’t fully at blame but he admitted he did things wrong and knows it. AD then learned a few of the things through dad and me. She was supportive and wanted me to seek deeper help. Which I did with her encouragement and her nudging me on the path of healing. Next person I told was my grandmother on my mother side. Up to this point, I have only talked to the family who is on my dad’s side and I can be face to face. My grandparents on my dad’s side passed away years ago and my grandfather on my mom’s side passed away while I was still a baby. So this grandmother was the only one I could talk to. Her reply to finding out made my stomach feel like I had eaten lava and nauseous. You know the feeling that you just did something bad and disgusting and you get after that? Well, that was my version of that feeling. I am getting it now, but I want to get this story out here.

My grandmother’s reaction which a lot of my PTSD does ties back to her in my childhood… was the simple saying “It is your mother’s fault. She left you at such an impressionable age. It caused you to have depression. If you would stop living in the past your doctor wouldn’t mistake it as PTSD. So start smiling more and live in the future!” Which I ended our conversation with a quick “My phone is dying, talk you later” then it took me 2 months to be able to call her again.

My Aunt who works at the hospital AB was next and AB snorted. “I have known that since you were twelve. You on medicine now for anxiety? What kind so I can check it against my copies of your old medical records.” Which was a huge Wait, what? So I told her my meds, she then told me to ask the doctor about lower doses because I don’t take medicine. I never liked to. Which the doctor agreed and gave me lower doses and the kind my aunt requested because, after a second look, the doctor stated that it would be better for me. I have nightmares that make me have insomnia. (Solution to that is lots of caffeine. Mainly coffee.)

My sisters B and M (adopted one I said I would skip for time being) both knew about me having PTSD but because my dad wouldn’t seek help for me when I was little there was nothing they could do until I was an adult. By then they thought I already sought help, but only did about 2 years ago. I haven’t told my eldest sister, because a huge chunk of it is because of her and her husband. I also haven’t explained properly to my mother because I don’t want to make her worry, she has PTSD too. I know I will have to eventually. That just left one uncle that I was extremely close to. AD’s husband. When I finally told him about it he dismissed it stating “Everyone has PTSD.” Which made me confused and I stated that. “Listen, you are perfectly normal. You are fine. Nothing is wrong with you. What they claim is PTSD is normal for everyone. Everyone has it. It is like breathing air, it comes naturally to us. You just have to ignore it and move on in life. Not take the medicine they give you and become a pill popper, man.” ((He’s an old school hippy)) He then started to use that tone that parents do when you have done something wrong when I tried to explain that it wasn’t sadness or depression that I have actual flashbacks and nightmares. That I have physical issues once triggered that too much happens at once to explain in dept. Which one he started to give me that look and down talking me saying basically what he said before. He stormed off and act liked I was an idiot. I was heartbroken because out of everyone, I figured he’d understand. He was drafted into a war when he was 17 so he should have understood, right? Talking to AD later, I explained what happened and I could see the emotions in her eyes seemed to scream in annoyance. Not at me, but at her husband. She then explained to me when she first met him in her teenage years, he was already married but they were filing for divorce, they became good friends since they worked together. She was a waitress, he was the cook. He then told her about how he has been forced to see a doctor who he thinks was coo-coo (her words) he had been diagnosed with PTSD from the war, though he was just a sailor who picked up injured soldiers and brought them home, and he was diagnosed Bipolar. He didn’t like how the medicine made him feel and react so he stopped taking them declaring that they were trying to make him into a pill popper, which she stated it took him months to stop having the withdrawals from the medicine. In the 80s before his daughter was born he tried again, and again he didn’t like how they made him feel and once stopped taking them the withdrawals were the worst thing he has ever encountered or at least that is what he told AD. So much like how older people in our small town area is still using racist words but not in a racist way, only because their mind is set to that programming that can’t be overridden, he is same way about medicine for “fake mental illnesses” and that was why he was so hard on me. He still is hard on me whenever someone brings up about when I need to take my medicine and he is around. It got to the point I have actually started to try to avoid him as much as I can. I hate that because I love spending time with him at his house, we do crafts together and bounce craft ideas off of each other. He used to come over to mow the lawn for me so I didn’t have to use the old push (not engine mower it is an actual push contraption with opened blades and you have to put your weight on it to make it cut the lawn) He does it with his actual mower that is run on gas. Now avoiding him, he started to avoid me too and I hate the feeling of loneliness I got. In my family, it is rare to hear someone to say sincerely “I love you” he did. No one else in my family besides, my mom, B, and M do that. Everyone else does it as if they rehearsed it and don’t mean it. Like it is something that they are supposed to say. Which when I hear it so sincerely from him or my mom or my two sisters that do that, it puts me in tears of happiness because my normally numbed emotionally body is filled with this comfortable warmth. Any bad thoughts or images that popped in my head or even the worst day imaginable, once I hear those words with someone being sincere, it is all out of my mind and I am too happy to care about anything else.

TL; DR // Summary

So each had a different type of reaction to me coming out.

L - Money, thinks she is going to get to control me because I can leave my job (I am not getting money because of PTSD) 

UD - At first not understanding then he is. He makes sure I eat and when triggered he normally gives me chocolates and make sure I take my meds.

AD - Love, lots and lots of love. She buys me random stuff (including lunch while I am working at the school) and my favorite yet is when she baked me a freaking cake because I was annoyed at my sister trying to trigger me before I got to school that day.

Dad - Guilt and understanding.

Grandmother - Blaming everything and everyone else not even caring what was the true cause, when that didn’t work then stated I don’t have it just living in the past.

AB, B & M - They knew already and thus why they were always loving and supportive of me (besides B always states “You are my baby girl, of course, I love you” Then I normally get roped into really tight hugs that make all my bones pop.)

Hippy - Denile. Claims that PTSD isn’t real. Set in old time ways of thinking when really damaging to me but he doesn’t mean to be. He is trying to be helpful.

I’m leaving my mom out, I rather her think for now until I have to tell her, that I just have depression. It is easier on her mental health and I don’t want her to stress and worry about me.

[translatingableism]

(not for translation) im going to see a counsellor at a mental health clinic, do you think i should ask the counsellor about me possibly being autistic? (ive shown almost all of the symptoms for lack of better word since i was young. i was also sort of forced to repress symptoms if that makes sense? so im worried that i wont seem "autistic enough" or whatever.)

I mean, I don’t know anything about this councilor. Maybe go to the first meeting, see if they seem like they know what they’re doing and like they genuinely want to listen to you, and take it from there?

Other suggestions are welcome, of course, because this isn’t my area of expertise.

~ Admin Sylver

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