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parcai · 4 years

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Female Characters (PJO and HoO) - Rick Riordan Crit.

Rick Riordan’s portrayals of females are trash because 1) he believes that femininity equates to weakness, 2) to overcorrect the “femininity=weakness” toxic mentality, he promotes faux girl power which is basically just a watered down crash course on toxic “feminism” for impressionable 12 year olds (because that’s exactly how we want to raise our youth; good job, Rick), 3) any girl who is not able to be part of a romantic subplot is disposed of, and 4) there is little variance among his females.

There are a ton more issues interlaced with this, like the fact that he oversexualizes them as minors [Piper with her “embarrassingly low” v-neck dress after Aphrodite’s blessing, or Hazel who’s 13, dating Frank who’s 16 (middle schooler dating a high schooler)], or the balance of power between his WOC characters and cishet female characters (like Annabeth being portrayed as the most powerful when a lot of the WOC characters should be more capable *cough* Hazel is literally the daughter of one of the big three, so why does Rick pretend she’s so weak compared to Annabeth? Could it be that she’s not whi— *cough*), but those are separate tangents for another time, so I’m just going to focus on these four points first.

1) In Rick’s mind, femininity equates to weakness.

The first and probably perfect example of this mentality is Drew Tanaka and the entire Aphrodite cabin. Not only is Drew a terrible portrayal of Asian women, but she’s the worst “mean girl” trope. Drew Tanaka is shown as being gorgeous, and it’s stated that she is interested in makeup and fashion and subsequently bullies girls who aren’t as glamorous. Of course, there are actually girls like this, and that’s terrible, but then Rick turns around and solely promotes “tomboys” and always, always shames “girly-girls,” and that’s when we have an issue. In only villainizing stereotypically feminine interests, Rick shames girls who enjoy these sorts of things. He uses Piper’s distaste for the Aphrodite cabin like a weapon:

“They passed the next cabin, Number Ten, which was decorated like a Barbie house with lace curtains, a pink door, and potted carnations in the windows. They walked by the doorway, and the smell of perfume almost made Piper gag.

‘Gah, is that where supermodels go to die?’

Annabeth smirked. ‘Aphrodite’s cabin. Goddess of love. Drew is the head counselor.’”

- The Lost Hero

In this quote, he shames pink, Barbie, and even carnations just by associating it with Aphrodite, and then it shames Aphrodite too. First of all, what’s wrong with carnations? They’re just flowers. There is nothing feminine or masculine about plants. And Barbie? Barbie’s entire brand is that anyone can be anything, and even if there are many flaws in that company, it shouldn’t be shamed like this, and neither should lace or pink. There is nothing feminine about love either. Love is a universal experience: we feel it in familial bonds, platonic bonds, and romantic bonds. Humans have the ability to bond with goddamn Roombas, for God’s sake. Shame Aphrodite for being a crazy lady, just like the rest of the Olympians, not for being the goddess of love, and do not shame her children for the same. There is absolutely nothing wrong with liking any of these items.

Rick later describes the Aphrodite cabin as despising capture the flag and never participating. (I’m too lazy to find the quote, sorry). Everyone practically shuns them for disliking that game. Why? What’s wrong with having different interests? What’s wrong with liking pink and not wanting to get your hands a little dirty? I would love capture the flag, and I still like pink, even if it’s not my favorite color. Why does Rick have to make it a dichotomy? Why do you have to be either pretty or strong? Why must everyone who adores fancy things be rude? Why is Piper praised for not liking these things? They’re just different, arbitrary interests. Neither should be superior. Rick seriously missed out on the opportunity to show strength in being softer and kinder.

Some people like to bring up Silena as a counterpoint to this. People like to go to their graves saying, “she was a hero, not a traitor,” but the fact remains that the only girl who is more in touch with her feminine roots and not mean ended up spying on the camp for Luke, and her reason wasn’t even completely honorable:

“Before . . . before I liked Charlie, Luke was nice to me. He was so...charming. Handsome. Later, I wanted to stop helping him, but he threatened to tell. He promised...he promised I was saving lives. Fewer people would get hurt. He told me he wouldn't hurt...Charlie. He lied to me.”

-Silena, The Last Olympian

We could’ve done without the “He was so…charming. Handsome.” part. It would’ve made the whole thing ten times more honorable. If she had followed Luke because she really thought she was doing the right thing and was just a little naive, if Luke had only blackmailed her with Beckendorf’s life, then she would’ve been a hero through and through. Instead, Rick just pinned her as a girl who screwed over the camp because she thought Luke was cute. Not really a stellar resume there.

Like I said earlier, Rick missed out on the opportunity to portray strength in being kind and gentle. Some strong women are athletic with bold personalities and speak nothing but the brutal truth. Some strong women are emotional, enjoy dresses, and love children. Some strong women are hard workers and like STEM. Some strong women are extremely maternal. Some strong women enjoy cooking for their friends, family, and significant others.

There is no perfect mold that can form an exact representation of what a strong woman must be. In society, a strong woman is seen far too many times as an ideal man. They’re praised for doing the equivalent of a man, and that’s great that they’re being praised at all, but women should not be expected to prove their worth in terms of men. While we should continue to highlight when women break barriers and surpass records set by men, women should also be allowed to enjoy activities labeled as feminine. Women are allowed to enjoy “feminine” interests without feeling obligated to apologize or fearing that men will think them weak. Women can do what men do and more, but having “feminine” hobbies do not diminish any gender in any way.

Being “womanly” has been trained into our senses since we were young. The color pink was associated with femininity, and boys shame other boys for liking it, and girls would proudly announce they liked blue more to gain boys’ respect. Any girl who didn’t like sports in elementary school but liked competition in other ways, like mental sports, or didn’t enjoy competition at all and just liked to have fun were deemed “really girly” by every boy and even other girls. Females have been deemed as less worthy girls for enjoying certain colors or activities, and it’s preposterous. Do not feel obliged to feign love of anything for a man’s approval, and the fact that Rick would push such a ludicrous agenda on young, impressionable girls makes me sick.

2) To overcorrect femininity = weakness, Rick basically spitballs faux girl power.

“I’m not like other girls” is basically Rick’s motto for every one of his female characters. He frequently pits girls against one another. As I mentioned earlier, Piper McLean and Drew Tanaka are really good examples of this.

“There was some giggling from the Aphrodite cabin. God, what a bunch of losers, Piper thought. But it didn’t do much to break the tension.”

Piper - The Lost Hero

Congratulations on turning Piper into a Strong Woman™, Rick. Apparently giggling is cancelled too. By depicting Piper as a “not like other girls” girl and then praising her for it, he encourages his young female readers to compare themselves to other girls and participate in this competition of women created by society. I think most people know about Drew and Piper being set against each other, but another one that I think more people forget is the beef between Annabeth and Rachel.

Normally I would say jealousy is a good flaw to give a character. The best flaws are relatable flaws, flaws that regular people have. And people do get jealous. But if that's the only flaw Rick’s really going to give Annabeth besides “pride” (which is also romanticized for absolutely no reason) and then also have no one hold her accountable for it, then I don't want it. Annabeth is consistently praised and thought of as “funny” for calling Rachel stupid and basically being a bitch about someone else liking Percy, despite Rachel remaining cordial the entire time. Then Rick goes ahead and paints Annabeth as a badass feminist who doesn’t take crap from anybody else. Yeah, okay. Because hating other women makes you really strong. Sure.

The third example is Reyna, pitted against both Piper and Rachel. I won’t really delve into it because I feel like I’ve made my point for this, but it’s basically the same thing: “I, a girl, am very strong and hate people and I dislike you, another girl, just for fun, and it makes me strong.” Revolting.

Another tactic Rick frequently uses to portray the strength in his females is making them very shouty and loud and very powerful. While some women really are like that (which is okay too!), not every girl is. It’s a shame that’s the only depiction of strong female characters Rick can offer. And then he also takes it too far. Not only are Annabeth, Rachel, Reyna, Thalia, Piper, *insert all his other female characters* really loud and angry individuals, but sometimes they get downright abusive, and it’s supposed to be funny? I think? A good example of this is Annabeth judo-flipping Percy when she sees him at the Roman camp for the first time. (Hurting Percy Jackson, omg sWOoN). Like, what is this? A kink or something, Richard? Strong women do not need to put down men to be strong. Feminism is the belief that women deserve equal respect as men, not that women are superior to males. This whole “tsundere” look is in bad taste in my opinion.

People often use Hazel as a counterpoint to the “shouty girls.” And that’s fair. Hazel is soft and kind, except there’s the issue I mentioned way, way earlier: Hazel is kind and soft-spoken (unless it’s something very important), and then she’s also shown as being weak. Because kindness and quietness means you’re weak. Perfect. Good job, Richard.

(I would also like to point out that it’s not just girls putting down other girls either in this whole toxic “feminism” agenda:

“Some girls kept looking over at Piper and Dylan and snickering. Jason figured these girls were the popular clique. They wore matching jeans and pink tops and enough makeup for a Halloween party.”

Jason - The Lost Hero

Matching jeans and tops. Makeup. Oh, the horror. How could they like dressing up? How evil!!!11!1

3) Any girl not part of romantic subplots is thrown out.

This means that Rick associates value in characters with romance, and that’s disgusting. He does this a bit with boys too, like with Grover who we never see again after getting Juniper, and other examples, but at least they have purposes by themselves. Grover was meant to find Pan, and once he did that, I guess I can excuse dropping the ball with him. But sometimes it just makes zero sense.

Examples: After Percy chose Rachel, Rick really just yeeted Rachel out of the universe. He just said the Oracle can’t date, and we basically never see her for more than a couple moments despite the fact that she’s really good friends with Percy, was/is super respectful of Percy’s choice to date Annabeth, and is overall just a cool girl who chucked a blue hairbrush at Kronos.

Another example is Thalia. Thalia just randomly joins the hunt. I can see how she joined it to spite her father, or because she didn’t want to be part of the prophecy, but I just find it weird that she’s super attached to Luke and everything, and then just dips as soon as he’s dead. We deserve to see her still ruffling Percy’s hair, much to his distaste, and dropping by to hang around Jason, and, MOST IMPORTANTLY, hanging out with Annabeth. So, what, just because Luke dies, so does her familial relationship with Annabeth? Bullshit.

Third example: Calypso. In @meclusa’s rant on Leo, she explained this really well, so I won’t delve super deep into it and will rather redirect you to her blog, but basically, Calypso was just rejected by Percy and then passed over to be someone else’s prize instead. She’s “awarded” to Leo because poor Leo never got a girl (Alexa play despacito). Revolting. I would’ve loved to see her get off the island and then go explore the world on her own before even considering being shipped with someone else. I could also totally see her joining the Amazons or the hunt, not because she deserves no page time, but because she just wants to be free and travel from place to place.

The fourth and most famous example is Reyna. After being rejected by both Percy and Jason, what does Rick do? Rather than allowing her to be a strong Praetor who’s independent and still kickass, he ships her off to the hunt full of twelve year old girls. Praetorship is such an honor, and she worked so hard to get there, and you really think she’d give it up to run around with prepubescent girls just because two boys didn’t like her? Give me a break.

Female characters should not be disposed of because they can’t be paired with anyone. The same goes for boys, of course, but this post is mainly about his interpretation of females, not males.

4) Who’s who?

I’m going to give y’all a description, and I want you to tell me which character I’m talking about: “She’s strong. Beautiful. She fights really well. Funny. Sarcastic. She’s loud and opinionated.” Confused? Great, so am I. My fourth main point is that Rick gives his female characters no discernable personalities. I mentioned this a bit earlier at the end of point two, but I really want to expand on it here.

When we compare discernibility to the boy characters, it’s a little bit easier. If I say, “He’s strong. Ruggedly handsome. He fights really well. Funny. Sarcastic. He’s loud and opinionated,” we would probably immediately pin that to Percy, right? He’s the most sarcastic of the boys, besides Leo, but Leo’s not shown as fighting really well or incredibly physically strong, so it’s easier to pick out who we’re talking about. Granted, it’s still not perfect because his development of HoO characters is nearly non-existent, but it’s still easier:

Jason is very much the Good Guy™, and he’s a leader who always serves the greater good; Percy is loyal to the select people that he loves, and he’s more rebellious and snarky and dark (his hatred of the gods and understanding that he serves his friends first, not the greater good); Leo is supposed to be the ironic comedian with a sad backstory whilst still providing humorous relief (though @meclusa had a very good essay as to why this is a huge L); Frank is…actually, I don’t even know what his purpose was, seeing as he had zero characterization other than a buff glow-up (which was fatphobic but whatever); Nico carries the greatest burdens of them all, what with growing up in another time period and struggling with homosexuality as well as the stigma of being a child of Hades, and he has this wonderful nuance and operates in shades of grey, but ultimately, he has a good heart; Luke is Percy’s counterpart, in that they share similar values, but he’s more like the cautionary tale of what happens when you take any belief to the extreme.

In comparison to these guys, the female characterizations fall flat. They have little to no discernable personalities, other than the fact that they have different names, different parentages/powers, and different appearances. They either fall in the category of being weak and powerless and kind, pretty and fashionable and villainous, or Strong Independent Woman™ where they just do and say questionable things while yelling at the top of their lungs and stabbing boys and wearing sneakers but still being oh-so-effortlessly-pretty-how-does-she-do-it-wOW.

Rick has no place pretending that he knows how to write strong female characters. You do not just create Mary Sues and hand them weapons and then market them as the perfect role models for girls. You do not create beautifully nuanced boys (Percy and Luke are my favorite examples for this) and then pretend that girls cannot be as complex and dynamic of characters.

You do not under any fucking circumstance shove these toxic ideas into the faces of young, impressionable middle school girls so that they grow up thinking they can’t like pink and be opinionated and be compassionate and be intelligent and kick ass and look fabulous while doing it all. Humans are not black and white. They are not inherently good or evil. Please extend the same courtesy to your female characters. We deserve to be represented just as well, and we deserve to be given more thought in the writing process just like your boys.

Fuck faux girl power. And fuck Rick’s idea of feminism and female portrayals. If you read through this whole thing, thank you lmao. I’m sorry if it was a little messy. I was rushing through it, and I could talk about this for hours, but I tried to shorten it.

Also shout out to @meclusa and @finding-my-culture whose criticisms of Leo and Piper, respectively, inspired me to write my own on another thing I despise about Rick’s writing. Y’all really are iconic, and I love you. Oh, and shout out to team seven and other PJO bloggers in the PJO discourse (@valgraced, @hazelmagix @caiprisa, @reynaisalesbian, @tridentgum, @dykeplants, @hazelslevesquee, @silima, @bunkernine, @mclean, @piperisgay, @pjolesbian, @charlesbeckendorf, etc.) (If you don’t already follow them, go do that right now). I recently followed all of y’all, and your rants are honestly something else. And that’s on holding authors responsible for their shit.

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shieldofrohan · 4 years

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I was looking at your blog & oh boy you do not like Arya haha which is perfectly valid 😅 tbh I feel like it's more common to come across Arya stans who HATE sansa whereas with Sansa stans I can only really think of a few that hate arya. most of the time they like her (which I personally do, but Sansa's my baby ultimately) or they're indifferent towards her. Ofc I'm sure someone will claim that those fans only pretend to like arya lol

Hello,

LOL. Actually if you check my "anti arya" tag carefully you can see that what I hate about her is the way GRRM writes her.

I don’t like that he wrote two sisters not getting along to create a family drama (I have 2 sisters so believe me brothers can’t image the bond that sisters can create) and he bluntly wanted his readers to favor the tomboy.

I didn’t like his take of feminist Arya where she says “women are important too” (which is sth I like about her) but she keeps calling girly things stupid- to a certain extent I understand why she looks down at girly things: because she feels herself failing as a girl so this is her way of dealing with this- but it happens a lot which bothers me as a “girl”. Because this is just making Arya a cliche tomboy.

I don’t like the way he wrote her as a child murderer and she later says she would kill that boy again if it means to go home etc. This girl is 9 years old. Why did he make her so dark and blood thirsty? Some fans love this about her but I think these kind of things hurt her characterization because it makes me question her a lot..

She is extremely full of anger that she even kicks a corpse of a Stark man… WTF?

She wants to learn how to become an assassin? Who the fck does that?! She finds the right to execute people in herself.??

She has lines like I am thirsty for blood etc.. So disturbing and also cliche.

Arya’s characterization bothers me a lot. I find her very dark when I compare her with other Starklings. And a 9 year old girl being this much dark makes me wary. And it makes her unrealistic in my eyes. This is why I can’t enjoy her.

Look, I would find an evil child interesting… but she is not even evil and GRRM still considers her one of the heroes of the series. And I think she passed beyond the grey zone… she is way too dark for me to keep considering her a hero (maybe an anti hero… IDK)

So I just think Grrm overstept the limit with Arya. She kind of reminds me Tyrion (no wonder these two are his favorite characters). I think he enjoys pushing the limits when he writes darker parts and in Arya’s case I believe that he made her too dark and therefore way too unrealistic.

My anti arya takes are usually about her fans not seeing her flaws and but they attack Sansa for the flaws that she does not possess. So I guess I sound very anti in those times. I totally don’t like her but I don’t hate her like the way I hate Tyrion. I see her case as one of author’s errors and this bothers me and IMO it hurst the story.

I don’t want her ending up bad… I just simply don’t care. I am gonna read her last POV in the books and feel nothing and move on. But I truly don’t wish sth bad for her and I am curious about her relationship with Sansa after they reunite. So I only care about her as a plot. Not as a character because I lost my enthusiasm for her. I strongly believe that Grrm could have written her better without going in the route of “bitter tomboy who is way too dark”.

I can’t talk for other Sansa stans. I know most of them love her and I think this is very nice of them but nah.. I am not that vanilla hearted. (lol)

So in conclusion: I don’t care about her anymore that much. I hope she ends up well.

Thanks for the ask.

#answered #reply #ask #anti arya stark #anti grrm #anti arya stans

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oveliagirlhaditright · 3 years

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Because of @roselevesque wondering what kind of trouble a Lawlight child would get into... here are some ridiculous headcanons I’ve come up with, about Arya Stark from “A Song of Ice and Fire” being Light and L’s adopted daughter in some weird AU.

So, Light and L adopt Arya for an A+ reason to start with (I say sarcastically. But they really do come to love her and vice versa. Even though they’re sometimes shit at being parents, and Arya kind of shows it).

Like, she’s some orphan that they meet after some case. I imagine the “Death Note version of Cersei(?)” is some political leader somewhere, and killed Arya’s father who was a threat to her. But L and Light were actually beginning to suspect Cersei of foul play a long time ago. So they finally bring her in for questioning--and Arya with her, who’s Cersei’s “ward”--and Arya’s all like, “I don’t like Cersei.” She didn’t buy the Stockholm-Syndrome thing the woman was trying to do with her for a second.

Light and L then decide they like this child.

L may even get the idea to have Arya judge everyone’s character from now on, as she seems good at it. And Light and L grow attached to this kid, which is part of the reason why they decide to adopt her. But the real one? L: “I just think we’re in a rut, Light-kun. We don’t do anything new anymore. It’s very boring. Why don’t we try something new, like adopting a child?” Light: “We are not adopting a child just because we’re bored, Ryuzaki!” L gives him a look. Light: “...Okay. Maybe we’re adopting a child...”

I should probably mention that this is an AU where Light gave up the Death Note and being Kira (somewhat. Though part of him is biding his time, hoping he can get his perfect world back. And L knows this. Light remembers everything, because he has a microscopic piece of the Death Note in his watch).

Light and L decided to not tell Arya that Light was Kira--as a whole, the world doesn’t know Light Yagami was Kira--but Arya eventually finds out. More on that later.

I feel Arya loves both parents pretty equally. But she may slllllllllllllllllightly prefer Light. Just because there are times that L isn’t understanding at all. He doesn’t get, for instance, why someone calling Ayra “horserace” hurt her feelings, because it’s kind of true. L is very much with the “never forget who you are, the rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor and it can never be used to hurt you” mentality of Tyrion Lannister.

Arya may even have a hard time gravitating around L, because he has a hard time talking. But so does Arya, somewhat. So perhaps they actually bond over that? -shrugs-

But L is good at trying to cheer Arya up, at times, by silly things like sweets (even though he was once miffed at her for not liking lemon cake. But then was okay with her again for loving tea) and swivel chairs. He was also the one who wanted to buy her a pony... or a wolf (since Arya wanted one) And Light had to tell him “no”.

And both L and Light are A-okay with Arya wanting to learn sword play and horseback riding.

L also probably taught Arya capoeira.

And eventually, Arya does help him with some of L’s cases, since she is pretty sharp (they’re more L’s cases than Light’s, since Light is sort of on “probation”).

There were also times that Arya would come to L, worrying that Light was Kira--and he would just kind of look at her gravely--before Arya realized she maybe agreed with Kira.

L is the one who goes to most of the parent-teacher-conferences. Because one time, Arya got in trouble for punching a kid in the face. And Light said, “What? She absolutely should have punched that creep, and I’m glad she did. She should do it again.”

Light’s probably the one who tries the hardest to give Arya a normal, happy lifestyle and everything she needs.

He’s also the one who brushes her hair, when Arya refuses to do that. (Speaking of... there are definitely times when L admits privately to Light, “Light-kun, what were we thinking in adopting a girl? We know nothing about them.” And Light responds with, “For your information, I’m great with girls!”) He’s not. And he might even somewhat resent Arya being such a tomboy at first, but he gets over it. L, however, has always loved that Arya is that.

Light’s also probably the one who realizes that Arya isn’t misogynistic? Which is hilarious, because Light can certainly be that himself. With helpful gems like, “Arya, I don’t think you actually resent female things, like embroidering--or your female peers for being good at it--but rather yourself for being bad at it. So if you want... I can try and figure it out myself and teach you, I guess.”

Also... one day when Light is reading Arya a story and she says, “They killed the slaves? They should have killed the slavers,” Light has never been more proud of her than in that moment.

Both Light and L are of the mind that if anyone ever tries to touch Arya, she should kill them dead. Light and L might actually wish that Light had kept the Death Note, so they could put in it anyone’s name who would ever harm Arya.

Eventually, Arya is separated from Light and L. Basically, it’s found out that L was “aiding and embedding Kira”, so there’s this whole coup. Some people even discover L’s identity for a crazy second (before L gets that under control again. And convinces the general public that Kira is dead, and they’re all just cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs).

And in this chaos, the family is completely torn apart. Even Light and L are away from each other for a while (and this is what stars Arya’s “A Song of Ice and Fire” journey. More on that in a minute).

L finds Light... and there may actually be some tension there for a while, because Light thinks that L should have found Arya over him.

L: “I tried to find you both, Light!” Light: “But if you had to choose... you should have put more energy into finding her, because Arya’s a hopeless child, L! I’m not!”

So, Arya’s mayhap put into this “home” where children of Kira-worshippers are tortured (it’s the closest thing I can think of for Harenhal here). And she’s deeply traumatized and fucked up by it. She escapes, and commits her first kill to do so (as a nine-year-old, no less)... and gets a taste for it.

Like A Song of Ice and Fire!Arya, she begins keeping a list of all the people she’s going to kill, and that’s the only thing that keeps her going. And like in A Song of Ice and Fire canon, she changes her name multiple times, pretends to be a boy for safer travel, etc.

During all of this, Arya has to try and come to amends with Light being Kira (as she knows now). Death Note’s version of “The Hound”, I guess, kidnaps Arya eventually to try and ransom her back to her parents (after the friend she’d made, “Gendry”, leaves her). But that doesn’t happen when Arya, perhaps, murders the Hound to get away from his abuse?

Still not entirely knowing how she feels about the “Light having been Kira, and Light and L having lied to her about it” thing, Arya might purposefully stay away from them for a while and join the “House of Black and White” cult, that worships death... She then realizes that maybe she will drink that Kira Kool-aid.

L and Light finally find Arya after this her stay at the House of Black and White (they never gave up looking for her, and knew that she was alive because their girl is a survivor. So eventually, they probably just had to face the truth that she didn’t want to be found). And there are issues again, because Arya now knows that Light was Kira and tells him this and wishes he would be Kira again (and Light, has, like, never been happier). But L thinks he might leave both of them here... I haven’t quite figured how they work this out yet.

Maybe because while this Light is somewhat biding his time, and does still think the system is corrupt and shit, he also gave the Death Note up for a reason? Did he realize that just soullessly killing everyone wouldn’t solve everything? And is her fearful that Arya is romanticizing death so much? And the deaths of some “innocent people”, even? Like this one guard, who didn’t know what he was there for, that she killed to get out of that first torture house? There’s probably some moment where Light is honest and says what being Kira almost cost him, and then tells Arya to not be like him. And then she isn’t.

L is upset by how damaged Arya now is, of course. And that he let it happen. “I can’t believe our daughter is nine and already a murderer--and that she enjoys it--...but she only did what she had to do to survive. And I am glad she found a way to survive.”

Light: “You have to admit that you seem to be attracted to murderers, and vice versa. Maybe it’s only natural that this happened... And you have to realize that she got her affinity for changing names now from you, right?”

Some other things just off the top of my head: Light and L don’t think Gendry is good enough for Arya (until he makes her a sword? Then they sort of get it). Before then, they at least got her crush on Jaqen--if murder apparently interested her, as it would an honorable Wammy’s kid--but who was this Gendry fellow? And what kind of name was Gendry, anyway?

Sachiko loves Arya, because of course she would. Soichiro is somewhat afraid of what a child of Light and L will be like (he knows that his son was Kira), but is choosing to be hopeful and put all of his eggs into one basket, anyway. Sayu and Arya don’t get along that well (probably because of the tomboy and girly-girl thing. But they do try to be civil). And Matsuda is constantly thinking Arya’s going to be Kira 2.0, because he doesn’t want to be blindsided/betrayed again, but doesn’t say anything... But L, Light, and Arya all know Matsuda fears her, and probably laugh about it after their dinners together.

Though a part of L wants Arya to follow the “family business” and become a detective, he’s also open to any of her dreams. Arya decides she wants to travel some. That maybe she’ll be the first person to figure out what’s up with the Bermuda Triangle, and he thinks that that’s a beautiful thing. And he can’t say anything about her potentially wanting to risk her life to do it, because he risks his life for his line of work all the time, too. But eventually Arya does come home, and does probably become a detective like her parents.

The three probably have a lot of fun family outings, like to bakeries for one thing. And maybe Alaska? L is from Britain, so he’s used to the cold. And I headcanon that this Arya likes the cold, even without being from Winterfell. So one time they visit there to look at wolves or something... and enjoy not having to pay taxes (even though L doesn’t even have to worry about it. Because he’s so rich) while they’re there... This was not Light’s favorite trip, but they still got a lot of cute pictures together, with wool coats and stuff. IDK.

Edit: So, in the books, there’s this scene where Arya is put in a dress and Gendry just bursts out laughing. Because it isn’t her. That scene probably still happens. And Light and L are probably there, too, and also laugh (maybe it’s a moment where Light and L finally get the Gendry thing), because they all know it isn’t her.

Edit 2: I forgot to mention that even though Arya is a quiet introvert, somewhat (like L). She’s also very charismatic (people always love her) and a good leader (like Light).

Edit 3: Arya totally gets to the point where she can beat Light and L in fights, of course... and most people.

#long post #lawlight #I've just gone nuts. ignore me

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 3 years

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Winner’s Curse Ch. 25

“What are we doing here?” Jay asked, kicking at the impenetrable wall.

“You three need to talk. Your little feuds are ruining the mission for the rest of us so nows a time for heart to heart before we all die in battle.” Calix said.

They all stared at him disbelievingly.

“We could die in battle. Especially with your teamwork skills.” They still stared at him, each a stony and defiant face.

“I could do a truth spell to make you talk but I thought it should be more organic. Instead we’re all going to be stuck here until you work things out.” Calix said smoothly.

Aziz tried to use a more diplomatic approch, “Cal, you said it yourself, we have a mission to do. We can’t waste time talking and-”

“Oh, but we can. Because this is a life changing adventure, and as we know from our parents’ stories, there is almost always a heart to heart before the final battle. This is it.” Calix threw out his arms grandly as if he was presenting a magnificent buffet of chocolate fountains and not being trapped against their wills.

“You cant keep us in here,” Jordan protested, “This is my lamp. I’ll just poof us out here. So nice try but-”

“The spaghetti incident.” Calix said simply and Jordan’s stilled the hand she was about to poof them away. She glared at him but did nothing else to help get them out.

“What’s “the spaghetti incident?” Aziz asked, confused.

“It’s nothing,” Jordan waved off, refusing to look anyone in the eye.

“It’s blackmail.” Calix clarified matter of factly before giving a thoroughly annoyed Jordan an enthusiastic one-armed hug, “Don’t fight the heart to heart. Don’t fight the tropes of adventuring and ragtag misfits against evil. You must go with it.”

Jay rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall in a classic bad boy biker pose which seemed a bit ridiculous since he was posed next to an ultra girly beaded curtain.

“If we’re supposed to, hypothetically, have a heart to heart,” Jay began “Didn’t think you knew such big words,” Aziz muttered

Jay glared and continued, “Why are you still here?”

“I’m here to make sure you do it,” Calix magicked up some headphones, and increased the volume, “I won’t hear anything. Just give me the signal when you’re done.” With that instruction he hopped onto a pile of pillows, jamming out to his own playlist.

Where once it was like they hadn’t been able to stop spewing enough curses and vitriol at each other, now silence reigned. Silence and the blinding shine of the golden walls which they stared at resolutely because they didn’t want to look at each other. None of them wanted to participate in this idiotic heart to heart and spill feelings to people they currently hated.

So Calix jumped up from his pillows and tried to get the ball rolling again.

"Okay, maybe my presence is making it hard for you to be your usual motormouth selves so I’ll go and leave this to start the conversation. How about you start with Jordan and your obvious trust issues toward everyone that makes you incapable of a “Thank you." Calix suggested a bit too enthusiastically than the situation called for.

"I don't!" Jordan immediately argued but Calix clapped his hand over mouth, "I know denial is your go-to but we have to save the realm tomorrow so let's get this over with."

"But but-"

"Again,” Calix sighed, frustration finally creeping into his voice as he repeated himself again, “Every hero's journey has that tipping point where they must come together and share their deepest fears to find out the fears are irrational because of the power of love and friendship." Calix said.

"I seriously hate it when you use my lectures on story tropes against me." Jordan grumbled.

"I don’t care what you hate," Calix began to fade away, "If you don't start bonding I will transform you into mice when this is over."

"Why mice?" Jay asked

"Mices are automatically inducted into Cinderella's sewing circle. So double punishment to you for not listening to me as you always should. Ta ta!” And with a final woosh of breeze that came from nowhere, he was gone.

Aziz and Jordan resumed their previous staring contest with the wall but Jay, fed up with this situation, and figuring they might as well get this over with, glared “So what is with your trust issues? You came from Auradon, not the Isle, why are you so paranoid?”

Jordan glared at him in return, furious that he was expecting her to dignify his question with an answer he should obviously know.

But she had to admit, she was tired too. Her arms hurt from the crescent moon marks that her nails had dug in. She was feeling residue cramps from the Antiquam’s cream or maybe it was her own tension. Not to mention her teeth hurt from clenching them so tightly. She remembered once, on a family trip long ago, Jordan had been in a mood because she had missed an Orpheus concert due to her parents’ inability to care about time. Her parents had offered to take her to another concert later that night, but she pettily refused to enjoy it.

Her dad had said it hurt more to hold onto a grudge when you can be enjoying the present. And it was true, once she had stopped ruminating on her parents’ flaws and simply listened to Orpheus’ sweet voice, the burning ball of annoyance had faded away.

And she was so tired.

She had nothing left to lose.

“As if you don’t know,” Jordan began, though with a lot less malice that she usually put behind her snark. Not that it made Jay raised his guard any less. Jordan sighed and tried again, more gentle this time.

“Well you already said it yourself. Auradonians can be hypocrites. It’s all happily ever after and respect and love and harmony is everywhere but it’s not true. They can’t have my lamp so they think if they’re nice to me and pretend to care but they’re just waiting for the right moment to ask for wishes. All of them,” Jordan side-eyed Aziz who stared stonily at her instead of looking guiltily away as she wanted him to.

“And I know people think my magic is amazing, with the wishes and all that. But it’s not,” Jordan continued, on a roll of her own, trying to make Jay understand taht even though she didn’t have Jafar as a father, her life was not pastel perfect as most Auradonians, “It’s not. I can’t give wishes to myself. If I did, I’d wish for people to like me, to be nice to me not because they like me, they think I might grant them something. And when I don’t grant them a wish, those fucking lying smiles and royal manners disappear. Because I am not human. I don’t get to be treated as if I have feelings or anything. Hell, one of my exes told me if I’m not granting wishes then I’m worthless because what else do genies live for?”

“And when I do grant wishes, usually against my will, I can’t even use magic against them. I can’t hurt my masters unless they wish for that or I find a loophole somehow. But I can’t find loopholes all the time,” Her mind automatically went to that awful night, the repeat that had almost occurred with Antiquam and Jordan choked. She hastily wiped away the tears that were beginning to streak down her cheeks.

Allah, she felt embarrassed as she saw Jay’s uncomfortable expression, eyes darting as if he wasn’t sure if he should comfort her or look away from her breakdown.

But she couldn’t stop, she felt words clamber and spill out of her throat like uncontrolled word vomit.

“And-and I wish that I didn’t have wishes to give. I wish I didn’t have to become semi-phenomenally cosmic just so I can be free. Even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to use it. Auradon has a fucking Magic Ban because it’s unfair to you, mortals. It’s unfair to us. Genies, and faey need their magic to live or else they’re just wasting away. Why are we punished for being born “better than you.”

“But instead, instead we have this. Resentment for being forced to hide ourselves so mortals can feel better. We can help people. But it’s also the same thing that makes people fear us and send those like Circe and Morgana Le Fey to the Isle and then they become evil because they’re bitter that they’d do this to them. Auradon creates their own enemies like a self fulfilling prophecy. “It’s like a winner’s curse.” Jordan muttered.

Sometimes when her father talked about Aladdin’s story, he phrased it as a series of winner’s curses. A winner’s curse, where one has all the power, the riches, everything they could want as a winner but the cons usually outweigh such gifts.

Jasmine was a privileged princess but that meant she was a target for a greedy vizier and princess who only wanted to add her money to their fortunes.

Aladdin got the lamp but it meant only that he had to be on guard to keep up his Prince Ali lie, and later, for Jafar who stole the lamp.

Jafar became a genie, he technically “won” since he got what he wanted, to become all powerful with phenomenal cosmic powers. But he couldn’t use it since he was stuck in an itty bitty living space.

A genie’s life was one big winner’s curse. She was beholden to people who only saw her as much of an object as her lamp and the wishes she could materialize.

Maybe everyone’s lives had a bit of a winner’s curse. The Aks “won,” got their happily ever afters in Auradon but others would always be resentful of their status and try to take it away from them. Like all of their most dangerous enemies that lived just across the bridge plotting to do just that.

And if they won, if they somehow managed not to screw up saving the world, the villains would still rise to do just that. Someone will be jealous of their fame and try to usurp the glory. People might see her as more than a wishmaker... or people would just see it as bonus. Date her for the popularity and the power.

There would always be something to outweigh the good.

And unlike any other curse, there was no way to break it.

“And I thought maybe if I did this, helped lead to save Auradon that it could change. People would see that magic can be used not just for selfish desires but to help the kingdom. That I’m so much more than wish fulfillment. But all this proved just the opposite. I can’t lead. I should be accept that my life will eventually be solitude and greedy people. And admit my parents were right all along to boot.” Jordan sank to the ground, staring uselessly at her wrists where the gold bracelets would usually shine like a mocking reminder.

And for some reason, Jay was caught by that last part rather than the real emotional turmoil that she talked about before.

“I thought-why are you so upset your parents are right?” He asked

Jordan wiped her eyes again now that she was no longer feeling weepy, “I love my parents and I love hanging out with them but- you know. They’re not- They gave up parenting me so I- I thought I would get back at them by not being like them at all. I’m serious and hard working and not spontaneous at all. Just be nothing like them, cut ties and all that. Well,not that I had to try too hard, a lot of my personality comes natural but I wanted to stick it to them.”

“Not that they care. They say it’s just a phase and when I’m a grown up, I’ll act like a regular genie like thm. Still.. hate to prove them right.”

“To be fair, I think some of the standard genie personailty comes from being in solitary confinement for thousands of years at a time,” Aziz said with a small smile as he slid down next to her.

Just like old times.

Jordan genuinely smiled at the glimpse of Aziz, the Aziz that was her best friend and brother and confident, her platonic soul mate that she loved. “Actually, because I made that vow to accept that I’m a genie and that I should act like one, that’s why I was more interested in your love life than usual. You’re my Aladdin so I had to keep you safe from your worst mortal impulses. As usual.”

Aziz’s small smile faded and Jordan frowned at the change, remembering their previous words, “Though we’re not like our Dads… not if you just-”

“I don’t tolerate you for the wishes you might grant me.” Aziz said, directly staring her in the eye so she’d know he was telling the truth. Not that she needed that, somewhere in her heart she knew that had been a lie. But what hurt more than the lie itself was..

“Then why the hell would you say that? You know that’s my worst fear and that you’re one of the few exceptions. Why would you-” “I wanted to hurt you as much as you’d you hurt me.” Aziz answered calmly.

“How have I ever hurt you? I’m the one always saving your neck!” Jordan defended.

“That’s exactly it! You’re always trying to save me or set me up on dates because you don’t think I can do it myself. You think I lead with my dick, that I’m clumsy and breakable and impulsive and foolish. The same thing you think of all mortals. And I thought I was the one exception to you, but I’m not.” Aziz cried.

Jordan scoffed, not sure how to respond except, “Can you blame me? You mess up on so many things.”

“Thanks, Jordan. Really.” Aziz rolled his eyes, “Thanks for thinking the same things of me as everyone else does.”

Aziz seized up Jay who came to sit down across from them in a small triangle with a bewildered look at their back and forth. Totally confused as to the thought that Aziz could have problems of his own which Aziz was too happy to correct.

“You don’t think I can do anything on my own. Everyone else thinks I’m forgettable, I’ve been totally useless on this mission. The only reason people know me is because I’m Aladdin’s son and you’re my genie. That’s it. But Jay… Jay is….”

Jay tensed as if already waiting for the moment he could punch Aziz for the insult.

“Jay is wonderful,” Aziz mocked in a high falsetto before going back to his normal voice, “”Jay is so charming and agile and clever. He’s a real thief.” Do you know how much it sucks for people to say that you’re more like Aladdin than me?”

Jay gaped, “Um-h-how I never-No one told me?” “No, they’d never tell you that your similar to one of Auradon’s heroes. I’m the one they tell.. Straight to my face how they think you’re more Aladdin’s son than I am,” Aziz said bitterly.

“Well, you’re definitely Jasmine’s son. You have her political intelligence,” Jordan pointed out optimistically as she used to do when Aziz vented about Jay. Cutting off Jay’s proud smile when he opened his mouth, clearly about to self brag at the worst possible moment.

“It still sucks. I’m forgettable to people. Invisible now that Jay’s around.” Aziz turned to Jay, “I used to wish you were a mini Jafar. I would have had more of a reason to hate you if you were like your dad, and I wouldn’t have to admit that I’m just so jealous that you’re better than me in everything.”

Aziz felt his blood pump, and stod up, pacing for more room as more feeling spilled into words that he hadn’t been able to say out loud before, “I’m not like the other princes. I’m not going to rule Agrabah, my sister is, so what do I do? I don’t have to take governing classes or really find a future queen right away which is great but- that made me even more unremarkable. I had no prince duties, I’m not a mini Aladdin. It felt like my introvertedness, my own personality was preventing me from following my legacy. And I tried to change myself to be more outgoing and be one jump ahead of what everyone expected of me but then Jay came and then…. I felt like I was always going to be inferior to everyone. All the Jays and the magical genies around me were more interesting than I could ever be.”

Jay’s proud look vanished, taking on a more thoughtful expression, “Maybe I could help you be better? So we’re equals in stealing.” Before this conversation it would have been mocking, another punch to the gut, but Aziz could see that Jay was being genuine, and Aziz smiled at the offer.

“Thanks but no thanks. I had a conversation with a friend,” He turned to Jordan, emphasizing, “Just a friend, and she made me realize that if people can’t bother to see past my introvertedness or prefer Jay over me, that I don’t need them.”

Aziz turned to Jay once more, “But I’m sorry that I took out all my jealousy on you, and acted like you the Jafar I wanted you to be.”

Jordan leaned his shoulder, still thinking of his previous words, “I’m sorry that I made you think you weren’t the exception to my view of mortals. You are. I don’t think you’re completely incapable of doing things on your own. I like hanging out with you, we have the best times together. And your… your love life is entertaining. Honestly, sometimes-and you’re not allowed to overanalyze this like usual or use me as your case study in psychology class again-maybe the reason I’m so invested in your life because it’s better than my own. And if you need me, you won’t leave me. But if it bothers you, I’ll ask for your permission first.” Aziz side-hugged her and for once, did not try to probe that admission ripe for psychoanalytical analysis, “'Ant ealiq maei, Bmout Fiki.”

“You know, I really dislike when you talk like that in front of me.” Jordan and Aziz unhugged and looked quizzically at Jay, “What the sentimental mushiness? You’re stuck in a heart to heart, you gotto deal with it.”

“No, the Arabic thing. I don’t know,” Jay almost physically shrank back as if wishing he could take the words back but he continued trying to pretend he was talking to Jade again or his friends, “Like you said Jafar only taught me how to steal and cheat, not language. I-I want to, I heard so much about Agrabah but…”

Jay sighed and started again, “I want to know stuff like Arabic and see Agrabah but you always stuck together and throw it in my face that I don’t know those things. How can I? It’s not my fault that I was born here. I never had a chance to learn all the things you know. Or learn “big words” or-or anything you grew up with. You know I’m not like you and you keep judging me for that. I’m trying to change and you think I’m lying.”

Aziz and Jordan looked shame-faced at the floor, mullifying the last of Jay’s previous anger towards them.

“I am trying. But- Everyone else is doing better than me. Mal is embracing her role as a court lady, Carlos is having a blast at school, getting to learn techno stuff and helping the animal shelter. Evie has her business. I have tourney and R.O.A.R. but that still involves the fighting that makes me a Vk.”

“But we- it doesn’t make you a Vk,” Aziz faltered on the point because they all knew it was wrong. Jay’s aggression on the court was another thing that made him stand out compared to the polite royals who never fought in their life. So vulgar, so ruthless. So villainous.

“I still can’t stop myself from stealing shiny objects. I still seek out the exits of each room because that’s just what you do here to survive. It- I feel like I haven’t improved as much as the others have but I don’t know how I’m supposed to get better. But I have changed. I’d forgotten how bad it is here, I got soft.. I’m just stuck.”

“And I thought I was doing better. I care about my friends like good guys do. I protect them but I haven’t really,” Jay admitted, some of his former doubts of whether his big brother title was earned, resurfacing.

“I’ve done nothing for my friends, and I heard you don’t need to but I- I was not raised that way. You have to be able to offer something if you want to be worth anyone’s time. Everything is transactional. Dad cared for me because of what I could give him. I thought it was the same with friends. Even though it’s not transactional, I still feel like a worthless friend without being able to offer anything.” Jay ended abruptly, shifting his gaze to the lint on the oriental rug, picking at it to give himself something to do than look at their pitying stares, “I really haven’t changed if I still think like Dad, I guess, but I can’t shake it.”

But Jordan placed a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look up at, not pity, but a sort of understanding.

They had all messed up. Resenting each other for not seeing their difficulties, for basing their views on expectation and legacy rather than reality and how the shadows of their parents haunted many of their actions.

But with the truth revealed, the biases stripped away, they wouldn’t continue.

“I’m sorry. Neither of us have been treating you fairly, but we could teach you Arabic. If you join us in Agrabah for vacation,” Aziz trailed off, offering his hand.

“Sure,” Jay smiled, “I think I’ll be able to get through it now without wanting to punch you.”

They all stood up, stretching out their limbs, feeling much more relaxed now that some of the air was cleared.

“What are you smiling about?” Aziz punched Jordan’s shoulder to get her attention from wherever she was zoning out.

“I was just thinking it’s a funny coincidence that we’re all sexy, witty bisexuals with daddy issues and a love for gold, jewels and parkour-flipping adventures,” Jordan raised a sardonic eyebrow, “But I can’t figure out if it’s just us or maybe all Agrabahians share that.”

The three took a pause, staring at each other at the surprising commonality between them.

Jay was the first to recover with his usual smirk, “I don’t know about these two or the supposed “daddy issues” but sexiness always applies to me.”

“Get over yourself.” Aziz rolled his eyes before unsubtly puffing up his own chest, “We all are sexy. It’s practically in our national anthem. “More than often that not, we’re hotter that hot-“

“In a lot of good ways.” Jordan finished, bumping her hip against his, the first friendly smile she gave to him in days, "Though I'm the wittest out of us."

"You? Really? You don't snark, you just insult people." Jay retorted.

"It's true. And you always "reference" things that only your parents know. Like when you go all Spanish, "Say hello to my little friend." Aziz added.

"That's from Scar-right you don't know that. Well there's um...What great one-liners have you've come up with?" Jordan shot back, clearly perturbed by Jay and Aziz teaming up against her with the same condescending look on her banter skills.

Aziz, the more diplomatic of them, swung an arm over her and Jay’s shoulder, “Let’s not get into another argument now. Even if it’s a stupid argument. We have a battle plan to do.”

#winner’s curse #chapter twenty five #my fanfic #my fanfiction #calix #jay #aziz #jordan #disney descendants

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cutegirlmayra · 4 years

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Hey there~ it's me again. I read one of your sonamy future prompts ( featuring their children ) They all have wonderful names, but how did you come up with those names? As for me I always second guess myself when it comes to these things 😅

My sonamy fan children~

Journey (Youngest of 4, Power: Loud sonic boom cries.) was stolen (I literally saw someone’s art and saw the name and was like-)

That’s brilliant!!!

Her power though was original, and Sonic’s favorite thing about her is that she calls Amy “Chili-mama” Cause Sonic tried to get her first word to be Chilidog and Amy kept trying to teach her to say ‘mama’. The beautiful combination of that made her what she is, a bit of a silly but innocent baby. She gets kidnapped by Eggman when he remembers his life in a retirement home and smirks saying, “Bingo..” - “But Mr. Robotnik, you don’t have bingo.” - “Oh, trust me, my dear. I do~” and learns that Sonic has a family. But his metal-cyber brain takes over again and Sonic’s forced to remove it, leaving Eggman a old man with no memory but Sonic visits him as he nears the last stages of aging...

Journey has sonic boom cries based on the idea that her voice can travel passed the speed of sound, creating a ‘Hyper Voice’ effect. I also headcanon this makes her ideal for speaking super fast. She’s also magenta. (Again, following Genetic chart posts 1(x) 2(x))

But Speed, Freedom, and Rebel I made up entirely. Speed because all male hedgehogs in the Sonic universe starts with an ‘S’ so their video games would line up together on the game shelf. (True story from the officials) So I went with Speed thinking -from my genetics chart- At least one child may get super speed.

Speed is born without Sonic present, who is still fighting Eggman and keeps his marriage to Amy secret. Speed grows up at first admiring Sonic but later resenting him, becoming a mama’s boy and training under Shadow. He has the potential to learn Chaos Control but can’t master it yet, because Shadow is immortal, he grows very close to Speed, as though like a master to student relationship but Speed wants it to be more. He tries to convince Shadow to woo his mother into leaving Sonic, but Sonic comes back just in time before Speed proposes the idea to Amy. Amy is faithful, obviously, and wants Speed to accept his father. Sonic is getting old and after putting Eggman in the home, decides it’s about time to get things right with his family. He hates being a stay-at-home dad but Amy works and he hasn’t found a job yet.

He trains Speed who can summon a Baki-Baki (Japanese sound effect for thumping something, hitting) Stick which is like a fighting stick/bow staff which is reminiscent of Amy’s Piko-Piko (Japanese Toy hammer sound when hit.) Hammer. He’s also light blue, like a turquoise.

He ends up taking over his father’s place as the world’s hero much later down in his character arc. Speed is also a romantic like Amy, he plays in a band (guitar, like Sonic’s underground years) and can’t help but fall in love with any girl he sees. Until he meets Sandy... of course~ (She’s based on Sandy from Greece, and is a cute guinea pig~<3 He’s a lot of girlfriends before this point, or at least a billion crushes.)

Freedom is based on Sonic’s brother’s green quills and how that could run in the family of Blue-Green genetics. so Freedom is a light green who loves race cars and works as an apprentice at TwinTail Industries owned by Tails. He helps Tails, even being so young as he is, the third youngest, to test-run his experiments or help learn about the “Inventions of the future!” He longs to be a racecar driver, like Sonic’s Racing years.

He can manipulate wind, and this allows him to hover and fly even. (Maybe the start of Silver’s line? If I wanted to think more into that lol)

Rebel is much like her father in that she’s solitary, a little boy chases her around and is a gentleman to her at school and she doesn’t know how to think of it. She’s a darkish purple? And she can summon any weapon she can think of (Reminiscent of Amy’s power). She longs to be a hero too, but is more a punk attitude mixed with Amy’s Rascal side and ends up getting into “righteous mischief” where she does something good but people only see the consequences and bad results.

Amy tells her love stories which she pretends to hate but is actually quite interested if Amy includes adventure in the mix. She wonders how her father fell for Amy, but Sonic ends up telling her the story and it’s a super cute bonding moment! (She’s second to oldest in this timeline AU.)

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Moving off of this ‘Future Sonamy’ timeline AU is Sonic and the Chaos Kingdom’s kid. (x)Fanfic, (x)Wattpad, (x)DA, (x)Archive. He also has his own bonus story of wooing Maria!

Skid, wearing a ‘flower crown’ cause he a soft boy~<3

Skid is a ‘sensitive’ boy, as in, he’s quite girlie. He loves girls and wants to marry them all to protect them cause he doesn’t think other boys will treat them right like he would. He’s a pacifist, due the prophecy on him as being the Prince to Bring Peace, and falls madly in love with Banished Prince Shadow’s illegitimate daughter, Maria.

He has the power to drift and is a light sky-blue hedgehog with a punk attitude towards his father, but a sweet boy demeanor to his mother.

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Lastly, this Sonamy Children timeline is a darker one. One where Sonic has to go through a portal and may never return, to an alternate dimension where other versions of his friends are too to defeat Eggman who found his other-dimensional self was pathetic and defeated him, overwhelming the other Sonic Team. Sonic in that world has long since vanished, and he feels he has to go save that world.

To prove to Amy he isn’t returning, he elopes with her and gives her the last thing she’s ever wanted from him, but then leaves.

Not necessarily a love-child, Destiny Rose grows up not knowing why she has such a strong sense of justice and the need to fight against tyranny. Finally, Amy, on her sick bed, admits that when Sonic left, he gave her Destiny, and that Amy still believes he’ll one day return. (Although, she did marry a soldier, but he died in another war.)

Destiny also learns she has a brother, but is half a cyberman since the other dimensional Eggman escaped to this world. Little do they know that Sonic has actually returned... and meets Destiny, hearing about her brother and going to free him together.

They defeat this Eggman and the two Eggman's swap, but Sonic admits he was always faithful to his world’s Amy, not the other one. He sees Amy is bedridden and falls at her bedside, letting her know it’s not a dream and that their son is also safe.

The Son is half Cybernetic but is named Sonar, for his expert hearing and senses, he can’t be sneaked up on and can locate things really easily. He also has robot abilities! Haha.

That’s kinda a ‘apocalypse’ AU, lol

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My last fan children are based on the idea that Eggman DNA spliced Shadow, Silver, and Sonic’s DNA into three children, who then all attach to Amy who helps them get rid of their (Rowdy Ruff Boys syndrome) bad behaviors and turns them to the light.

Shadow, Silver, and Sonic have to accept these new genetic hedgehogs: Boom (Sonic’s boy), Shade (Shadow’s Girl), and Sterling (Silver’s boy).

Amy protects the kids and teaches the ‘fathers’ how to accept and learn to love their new children.

That’s about all I can think of for them ^^ The other children I’ve created were at random for different stories. ~<3 Enjoy my headcanons!

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kingofthewilderwest · 5 years

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How do u feel about Mabel

I have an unending sense of adoration for what Mabel contributes to Gravity Falls. Technically, Mabel isn’t a favorite of mine – I don’t think of her or relate to her as much as others like Stan, Ford, Dipper, or Fiddleford. However, my appreciation for her is endless.

Gravity Falls couldn’t exist without Mabel. The story’s heart would be crippled. Mabel’s energy and charm provides a unique personality to the show through her unique personality. The show wouldn’t have the same vibe without her ridiculousness! Plus, GF is a story of familial love. And Mabel, as half of the younger Pines twins duo, is essential to giving us the feels of what it means to be in a loving but emotionally complicated family. They couldn’t have picked a better personality to interact with Dipper and Stan for the narrative’s central trio. The combination of Mabel’s vivacity, Stan’s gruffness, and Dipper’s paranoia… is what sells us on this cast. (With Bill, Soos, Wendy, Ford, Pacifica, Gideon, etc. making great additions.)

That’s already enough to celebrate Mabel, but I can’t say this enough: Mabel is the fulfillment of my greatest wish for women characters:

Let women be weird.

The Limited Scope of Female Personalities in Media

All genders get roped into stereotypical personalities in media, but I feel like women especially get reduced. I struggle relating to and loving fictional women… because they feel like the same restrictive subset of personalities I’ve seen reiterated again and again and again and again and again.

There’s the rude, prissy, popular rich girl.

There’s that easygoing cool tomboy.

There’s the hot, edgy, serious, sexy, COOL, highly skilled badass action woman who is the most hardcore of the main cast, hides a sense of internal empathy and compassion, but warms up from her coldness when she meets the main character lead… and then probably goes and kisses him once he, despite being a rookie, magically manages to best her years of hard training.

*ka-sigh*

Even when a fictional woman doesn’t hit something that cringeworthily stereotypical, she still feels… bland. Fictional characters can be enjoyable exaggerations of personality traits – we have the opportunity to create as weird, ridiculous, or diverse of individuals as we possibly can. And yet usually women aren’t written to be as wild or diverse in their personalities as men. The ladies will probably look standardly pretty, act standardly reasonable, act standardly feminine, and make standard choices. Women characters in a cast often feel the least distinct to me. I’m probably not going to find quirks in my ladies or something that sets them apart from the crowd. Let’s be real: media depicts women according to societal expectation. Women in media are reduced to a washed-out, generic fantasy that doesn’t relate anything to how women feel, nor does it try hard to relate to what women feel.

The writing doesn’t understand women. And I can feel it.

When a bland, stale action woman goes on screen in her hot sexy tight pants, is her presentation supposed to be female empowerment (she’s fighting [gasp!])? Or is it another quick, uninspired shortcut without thinking through what her humanity is? “She fights, she’s a ‘good’ female role model, that’s good enough.” Still caters to the male gaze, still caters to male fantasy for what an attractive woman is like, still doesn’t think through her psychology, still presents media’s “desire” for what women “should” be like.

We drastically need to improve how women are written.

You know what my women friends are like? Women are loud and unashamed belchers. Women crack terrible puns about the French Revolution while everyone boos. Women dress up their stuffed animal cats in goggles and a lab coat. Women geek out over how cute worms are. Women want to kill the opposing team in sports competitions. Women eat food off the floor. Women spend sleepovers watching chick flicks and musicals. Women shriek screamo songs at the top of their lungs, getting maybe a third of the lyrics right, racing through the night in their car twenty miles over the speed limit. Women spend thirty five minutes trying to get the perfect selfie because their hair finally fucking cooperated. Women repeatedly text their friends photos of them flipping the bird making derp faces. Women play beer pong until they’re drunk. Women do unnecessarily complicated mathematics calculations to prove their point in fandom. Women stay up all night screaming murder at first person shooter video games. Women play shitty pop song covers on their tubas. Women spend an hour and a half dyeing their hair pink in the sink (and dye the entire bathroom pink in the process). Women debate the finer points of Immanuel Kant with one another. Women demand their friends dish the details when they hear someone has a new significant other. Women binge watch anime eating frozen dinners heated from the microwave while sobbing out their mascara. Women get crushes on Simba or Kovu from The Lion King. Women work out at gyms because they want to get RIPPED. Women. Are. Diverse. And. Delightfully. QUIRKY.

I know I ranted a long time about it, but the point is to show the difference between what women are (personable and peculiar)… versus the stale bread, watered-down crap we get in the movies.

So this. This is why I will never quit raving about Mabel.

Mabel finally lets us see an ACTUAL GIRL as ACTUAL GIRLS act: she’s delightfully, realistically, over-exaggeratedly, charmingly, unforgettably WEIRD.

Instead of trying to write a “girl” first and getting tied up in the tropes and gender biases, Gravity Falls writes a character who happens to be a girl with some girl traits.

What Makes Mabel Different

Instead of writing some standard bland stereotyping “oh this feels vaguely feminine and attractive” excuse-for-a-cardboard-cutout-of-a-woman… Mabel is given real love, real personality, real demonstration of what women are. After all these years of me suffering in theatres thinking, “Oh look, it’s the same uninspired sexy badass action woman stereotype,” I can finally find a character who’s not what media pretends women should be like. I see a character who the writers actually thought about her personality for!

Gravity Falls allows a woman character to do things I almost never see of women characters.

For starters: Mabel’s gross. She finds leftover tacos in the backseat of the car and decides it’s a perfect snack. She sticks her head into a dusty barrel and laughs when caterpillars crawl over her face. She makes fart sounds and laughs at those fart sounds. She lets a statue pick her nose. She shoves food into her mouth voraciously. She’s animated with wild, ridiculous, non-flattering facial expressions. Gravity Falls allows Mabel to be gross.

This is already amazing to me. Cartoons are a little better than live action movies, where the latter can’t let a woman look imperfect when she’s crying or fighting villains. But cartoons often have limitations for how women are shown, too. It’s refreshing to see a girl who is gross.

And I don’t know about you, but I’d be hard-pressed to name even three other contemporary Western women characters who’re allowed to be girly AND gross. Mabel Pines. Princess Fiona. The list ends there for me? Sometimes I’ll see girls in media dressed with “unruly” appearances – their hair is SLIGHTLY frazzled and they wear glasses (gasp) – but that’s not real grossness, and it’s especially not grossness combined with girliness.

Gravity Falls isn’t afraid to make Mabel both gross and “girly”, and that’s special.

Next, Mabel’s girliness feels authentic. By “girliness” I mean Mabel taking actions according to Western societal gender norms for ciswomen. I don’t mean that’s how girls have to innately be. I hate the idea that people “should” behave according to gender roles and encourage us all to express our individuality. Anyway. Yes, most women in media have girliness to them… but nothing prepared me to seeing a twelve year old girl act like the twelve year old girls I knew.

Mabel loves bright colors, rainbows, unicorns, cute boys, formal dances, boy bands, and looking cute. These are girly traits and girly interests. But the way they show Mabel, Candy, and Grenda bonding over boy talk at a sleepover? That ridiculous, unrestrained screaming, combined with the mischievous grins, is exactly the sort of stuff I grew up with. It’s not just “oh we wrote a girl who likes pink and makeup who gets catty about crushes” – it’s “oh, we wrote a girl who enjoys her girly side like a twelve year old would!”

Gravity Falls allows Mabel to live according to some elements of the gender norm. The show doesn’t tote the idea that people live without gender influence, that people live in a vacuum of culture. It shows people in society often live by some pattern of gender roles. But, the show doesn’t make Mabel be that norm or preach she should be that norm. Honestly, I don’t see many shows try to strike this balance: willing to give characters gender role interests, while still respecting that everyone is unique and doesn’t need to live by those roles. Either the shows completely drop gender roles (which can be refreshing and help us overcome our biases) or they stick too close to assumptions that your gender = your brain, which is backwards thinking.

GF doesn’t lazily pin a character with girly traits because “that’s what women are.” It doesn’t stop at some assumptive “She wears pretty boots.” It understands Mabel’s psychology, lets her express that girliness unrestrained, provides her screen time to live this (!!! screen time to girl time in an all-gender-demographic-show!!!), and allows her to intersect that girliness with her grossness and her weirdness.

Next, Mabel is allowed to be confident and bold. Society isn’t good with women being bold and outspoken yet. Women often get criticized for being bossy, bitchy, obnoxious, etc. when they speak their minds and act with the confidence that men are “allowed” to have in their daily lives. And yet Mabel can be an outspoken and unrestrained character.

It works well for her age, too!

Last, Mabel is weird. Mabel has quirks. I’ve said this three hundred times and I’ll say it three hundred more, but Mabel being weird is a delight. It’s not often that women are allowed to be the ridiculous comedic side in children’s / family animation. (Yay Ruffnut for also fulfilling this role.)

Mabel is unrestricted, allowed to be a wild dork on screen. She’ll eat tubes of toothpaste because they’re sparkly, make “Mabel juice” with plastic dinosaurs in the pitchers, dress pigs in costume, knit scratch-and-sniff sweaters, slap stickers on her uncle’s nose, scream for a minute straight before coughing up glitter, dream up the centaurtaur, and more.

But it’s not just that. It’s her mindset. Mabel’s excitement for things – down to an eight legged cow having “more limbs for hugging” – is a perspective I essentially never see in stories. She’s got a way of looking at the world like no one else I know. It’s a wild, bizarre perspective… but that’s what makes her so good and human.

Mabel has a “What the heck?” vibe from her, whether it’s her interests, her thought processes, or her choices.

And frankly, that’s so much more relatable, personable, and beautiful to me… than almost any other woman I see on screen in media. When I see Mabel, I can remember what I was like as a kid.

Although I’m non-binary, I didn’t grow up knowing about non-cis gender. I grew up more or less thinking of myself as a little girl. Many of my childhood experiences were with little girls. So, when I look at old photographs of myself, I see someone with unrestrained energy, joy, and weirdness - just like Mabel.

That is what kids are like, guys! That is what kids are like!

Not this weird restricted stereotype on television I see! But THIS.

So yeah.

Even just from the topic “What does Mabel bring to women’s representation in media,” Mabel is a shooting star. She’s a success. I love it. It’s freeing, exciting, and refreshing to me, being able to see a woman character given this loving treatment. I’m passionate about women being represented well in media, and not in the sense of falsely-portrayed empowerment. Mabel is the glorious three-dimensional, unique, bizarre, memorable type of girl I want!

She’s worth celebrating for all her personality traits, too: her creativity, her energy, her lightheartedness, her love for her family. But that’s content for another essay.

In short: bless Mabel Pines. Bless, bless, bless Mabel Pines.

This is a damn great character.

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imaginedanganronpa · 5 years

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Can I request the NDRV3 guys reacting to their little daughter asking them to play tea party with her?

This was precious, I hope you enjoy!

V3 Boys Reacting to Their Daughter Asking Them To Play Tea Party with Her!

Saihara Shuichi

Saihara was a busy man who wasstacked up to his neck with work due to his job. That’s just something you signup for when becoming a Detective, though; especially if you’re number one.

And as much as he enjoyed his title as the Ultimate Detective and loved hiswork, he simultaneously hated it because it prevented him from spending timewith his daughter – at least, less than he would like.

He didn’t want to neglect her or simply not be in her life, though. As herubbed his forehead angrily, burying his face in the palm of his hands andclenching his fists tightly, the small padding of footsteps caught Saihara’sattention.

Perking up, he watched the heavy door leading into the Study swing open as hisseven-year-old daughter came bounding into the room. She was adorning a frillydress and a princess tiara, stuffed animal in one hand and a plastic teacup inthe other.

Just the sight alone brought a smile to Saihara’s face. He extends her arms and pullsher into a hug, when she asked, “Will you play tea party with me, Daddy?”

He sighed and glanced back at his unfinished work. He still had a lot to do andwas growing tired, but how could he say no to her? So, he wordlessly noddedwhich caused her to bounce with excitement, abruptly taking his hand andforcefully dragging him out of the Study.

“It’s getting late, sweetheart,” he pleads but she wasn’t listening. “It’snever too late for a tea party! And I never get to see Daddy…”

The second sentence caused Saihara’s chest to grow tight, his heart sank into his stomach. She was persistent and, truthfully, she wasn’t wrong. He was lead backto her bedroom where she already set up the miniature table, two stuffedanimals sat across from each other, whilst two empty chairs were on theopposite sides.

Saihara took one chair and slid in, the space was tight but he managed. His daughter slipped into the chair across from him and started to pretend like she was pouring tea into a cup, then raised the plastic teacup to her lips, and while it was empty she pretended to take a sip.

Handing the other to her father, Saihara smiled and thanked her, following her actions and pretending alongside her. She giggled and asked him what he was doing, but he refused to tell her the gory details about his Cases. Instead, he dismissed the question by stating, “Boring work stuff.”

But sitting across from her like this, right now, reminds him of why he does what he does and why he works so hard - it was all for her. And keeping her happy was his main goal in life; if that meant Saihara would have to drink invisible tea and sit uncomfortably close to the ground at a plastic table, then so be it.

Suddenly, his daughter jumped up and pouted. He was taken aback by this, freezing in place. “You’re doing it wrong!” She exclaimed before her little legs ran over to her father. Her short fingers wrapped around his much larger hand and she stared into the teacup he was holding.

He was confused until she said, “Pinky out!” whilst demonstrating with her own hand. A chuckle escaped his lips and Saihara followed suit, raising the small cup to his lips again.

“That was delicious,” he smiled warmly, “now someone needs to go to bed.” He stood after they had ‘finished’ their tea and started guiding his daughter away from the table, gently holding one of her hands before lifting her up and tucking her in.

“You need to sleep, too, Daddy!” She said, rather matter-of-fact. She was right, and Saihara nodded. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he switched off the lights and mumbled, “Goodnight, Princess,” before shutting the door.

Ouma Kokichi

If nothing else, he was determinedto be anything other than a ‘traditional’ father; he wanted to be the cool dad,the one she would brag to all her friends about when she was older.

But unfortunately, Ouma doesn’t get to spend as much time with her as he wouldlike. Between DICE, his organization and work, he wasn’t home nearly as oftenas he wanted to be. He missed a lot of major events in her life so far, likeher first words and first steps, but he wanted to start turning that around.

Ouma came home one night, exhausted from this evening’s events, and collapsedon his bed. That’s when his little girl came running into his room, jumping onthe bed beside him and tugging on his white tapered sleeve. “Daddy, come on!”

He groaned a little since it was late and he wondered why she was still wideawake. Asking her this, she jutted her lip out and pouts, “I stayed up andwaited for you to come home…”

Her response caused Ouma’s smile to disappear and he genuinely felt awful.Then, she started dragging him out of bed, or trying to anyway. “Will you play tea-party withme?”

Normally, he wouldn’t indulge her this late at night and would reprimandher for staying up past her bedtime, but he wanted to spend time with her andclearly she put in a lot of effort for him.

So, he follows the five-year-old to her play-room where she already set up thesmall pink table with stuffed animals sittingin the chairs, two empty chairs sat across from each other.

Ouma took one seat, having to slightly tuck in his knees to fit at the tiny table.He was a bit too over-enthusiastic and dramatic, he put on an accent to really get into character. That, and he knew that it would make his daughter laugh.

He curiously watched her begin to ‘pour’ the tea into the little plastic cups. Nothing actually came out of the teapot, of course, she was only pretending after all. Regardless, Ouma graciously accepted the teacup and told her to be, “Careful not to spill it!”

He went all in, really honing in on the tea-party play-date. He didn’t even complain when she stood and placed a princess tiara on his head.

It was moments like these where he wished he wasn’t as busy with his organization, that he could have more play-dates with her. She looked so happy and kept saying that she was glad that he was home.

As Ouma raised the empty teacup to his lips and pretended to take a drink, his hands suddenly shook and he yanked his hand back down to the table, ‘spilling’ the tea as his free hand flew to his mouth.

This obviously alarmed his daughter, who jumped up with a loud gasp and rushed to her father’s side. “It burned my tongue!” He exclaimed whilst sticking his tongue out at her.

She couldn’t hold back the fit of giggles that followed, bringing a smile to Ouma’s face. “There wasn’t actually tea in there, silly!” Maybe she wasn’t old enough to grasp onto his humor, but she still laughed and that was his main goal.

The two shared a bonding moment before he glanced at the clock and saw that it was past midnight. Informing her that they needed to wrap things up since it was late, she pouted and tears started to form in her eyes. Ouma placed loving hands on her shoulders, telling her that everything would be okay and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Will you sleep in here?” I miss Daddy,” she asked with hopeful eyes. Sighing, Ouma nodded and nestled into the small bed, his daughter following closely behind.

She lays directly on top of his chest, his arms wrapped around her small frame and the two drifted into a peaceful sleep. Times like these are the ones that he savors the most.

Rantaro Amami

It’s no surprise that Rantaro isan amazing father – the best. When he found out that his child was going to bea girl, he knew he would have an easy time since he’s already had so muchexperience with his sisters. He practically raised them, anyway.

Needless to say, this isn’t his first tea party. He was used to these kinds of things by now.

His daughter was obsessed with anything and everything girly – hair, nails, shewanted to dabble in makeup but Rantaro told her that she was too young; so,instead, he bought her a child’s glittery makeup kit. What can he say? He’s apushover when it comes to her.

He let her do all sorts of things from putting the chemical-infused makeupall over his face, tying his hair in small ponytails, dressing him up, orpainting his nails. And Rantaro loved it – he loved seeing her happy and doingall of these things for her.

He was in the middle of cooking when his little girl came barreling into thekitchen, wrapping her arms around his waist. She was dressed up in a pink andpurple dress, which wasn’t unusual for her, and started to tug on her father’sshirt.

Glancing down, he was careful to not take his eyes off the stove but listenedto her intently. “Daddy! Come play tea party with me!” A smile spread across his faceand he stifled a giggle, patting her head as he told her that he would be there assoon as possible.

He didn’t want dinner to burn, but this fails to satisfy her. She marched away ina huff, puffing out her cheeks.

While he was cooking, Rantaro took the liberty to go ahead and make real teafor their party as well. When he was finished, he brought her a small plate of dinner and the warm teapot, then gracefully slid into the tiny table.

She also informed him thathe ‘wasn’t wearing the right clothes’ and dragged him to the drawer where shedidn’t hesitate to put him in a dress, over the clothes he was already wearing.

He didn’t mind one bit. Rantaro loved his little girl to death and this was just the price he had to pay that comes with fatherhood, though he was used to this kind of thing anyway. Now adorning ‘designer’ dress-up clothes and a tiara, he returned to the table and politely took the plastic teacup out of her small hands.

She watched him pour the real tea into the cup, clapping her hands feverishly in happy surprise, clearly not expecting there to actually be anything in the teapot. “Thank you, Daddy!” She cheered, bringing a smile to his face.

Rantaro sat uncomfortably at the table, bending forward slightly to fit. His daughter continued asking for more, and he took the responsibility of pouring it since he didn’t want her to burn herself or spill anything.

Once, though, she sat in his lap and he placed his larger hands on top of hers, and helped guide her in pouring the tea ever so carefully. She was incredibly focused and clapped for herself when they were finished, even though Rantaro did most of the work.

“You did it!” He smiled happily, and the two continued their spontaneous tea party with his daughter now nestled into his lap, wrapping her short arms around his neck and hugging her father closely.

Moments like these are when he is the happiest. He lifted his hands to gently stroke her hair, holding her firmly so that she wouldn’t wobble or fall. Tea parties and other play-dates that popped into her adventurous, creative mind were commonplace in their household and Rantaro was happy to entertain just about anything she wanted to do.

After this, he showed her how to make tea so that she could help him next time she wanted to have a tea party. Although, this was mainly her sitting on the counter, watching in awe as Rantaro loosely explained the steps so that she could understand. Even though it was a very basic drink to make that required minimum effort, she thought that her dad was the coolest man in the world to be able to do it!

And you know, maybe she was right.

Kiibo

Kiibo does everything he possiblycan to be a good father! After all, it took several tries to finally have hisdaughter, so he was determined to be the best dad he could be!

He did everything he possibly could for her, perhaps too much. He borderlinespoiled her but, in his eyes, she deserved it. It was difficult enough to bringher into this world so he refused to take her for granted.

That’s why Kiibo put up with all the girly things she wanted him to do. He didn’tmind if she wanted to play constantly and asked him to tag along because hewould go above and beyond to make her happy.

She marched into the Living Room and started poking Kiibo’s metal body,catching his attention which caused him to turn towards her whilst wearing abright smile. “Hi, sweetheart!” He cheers, and she radiates his smile. Then sheasked him a pressing question, “Will you play tea-party with me?”

It was so straight-forward that he accepted before fully realizing what wasasked, almost like a reflex. Suddenly, she was dragging him towards her play-roomwhere she started setting up the table and asked Kiibo if he would make realtea for them to use.

He politely declined since he was afraid that she may be too messy or clumsy,and accidentally spill it on him and mess up some of his hard-drives. That was thelast thing either of them wanted; plus, he couldn’t drink it anyway.

Even after he declined, she still thought he was the coolest dad ever – I mean, who else had a dad whocould fly? Who was an actual Robot? Some people may think it was weird, but sheloved it.

Kiibo did his best to keep up with her party, albeit a little confused. He didn’t understand the appeal of pretending to pour tea into plastic teacups and ‘drinking air’ as he put it. But he did everything he could for her, even if that means folding his body uncomfortably so that he could fit in the tiny chair and low table.

His daughter kept asking, “Want more?” She was only four-years-old now, so she was still working on her speaking skills. Graciously, Kiibo nodded, using his manners and mumbling, “Yes please.”

He extends his arm and watches her pretend to pour the drink, before she suddenly gasped. This caused Kiibo to flinch, concern filling his eyes as he asked what was wrong. “I spilled some!” She pointed at his arm, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Whew, she was just playing…

But… he can’t tell her that! He has to go along with it because he can’t ruin the moment! So, he gasped as well and covered his mouth. “Oh no!” He exclaimed, a bit too dramatically.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” She frowned, and Kiibo’s systems faltered. His daughter was still getting used to calling him that since he isn’t like other dads, being a Robot and all, so it took her longer to recognize him as her father. Although she loves him, she had to get used to calling him ‘dad’ so every time she does, his heart flutters a bit.

Having to hold back his smile, Kiibo went along with it. “It’s okay, sweetie, it didn’t get on anything important.” He warmly smiled at her, and she started to clap. Then, she jumped into his arms and hugged his neck tightly.

“That makes me happy,” she smiles. He hugged her back as gently as possible while resting his head on hers. That’s when she mumbled, “I love you, Dad,” and Kiibo nearly switched off.

That was possibly the sweetest thing ever. He sighed and let a few loose tears fall. He was just… so thankful for his growing family.

Kaito Momota

Kaito was a busy man but he alwaysmade time for his loved ones, especially his little daughter. He wanted nothing morethan to savor her youth and innocence, so he did everything in his power tospend as much time as possible with her.

He was also determined to be the resident ‘cool dad’ who went out of his wayfor his daughter. Part of that is just his big personality, but he also just wantedto be the best father he could be.

Secretly, he was a family-man who would go to war for them if he had to.

At first, Kaito didn’t like the ‘girly’ stuff. Whenever she wanted to do hishair, makeup, nails or anything else, he used to refuse; but he has sincegiven in because he wants to make her happy.

Slowly but surely, he came around and got used to those sorts of things. Kaitowould entertain all of her wildest dreams and fantasies, since he was a dreamerand had big aspirations of his own. It was the least he could do.

After all, she got her creative and persistent energy from him.

She jumped into his arms while he was working, surprising him and causing himto stumble backwards. Then, she started tugging on his free-hanging jacketsleeve, begging him to follow her.

Furrowing his brows, he became curious. “I want you to play tea-party with me!”She exclaimed happily, and Kaito bit his lip. He graciously smiled and acceptedher offer, though he was actually a little hesitant. He wouldn’t tell her that,though, and instead held her hand as she forcefully lead the way.

He scratched his head at first because he wasn’t sure how he would possibly fit in the tiny chair, but Kaito slumped low to the ground and tucked his knees to his chest with an, “Umph!”

He watched her pretend to pour tea into a teacup, handing him his own cup first because of ‘manners,’ even though there was nothing in it. Of course his child had a wild and active imagination, and that was something he was actually thankful for.

Kaito was careful as to not break or drop anything. He did his best to play pretend, though he sometimes forgot. He often sat there with the tiny teacup in hand, monitoring his daughter instead of ‘drinking’. She would grow snippy and tell him to drink, “before it gets cold!”

Her words caused him to chuckle a bit. She really got into the whole tea party thing and he did his best to entertain her, complimenting her on how delicious the invisible-tea was.

But his daughter soon grew bored of their tea party and asked Kaito if he would hold her. The sensitive suggestion caught him off-guard since she wasn’t the most affectionate child ever and that was typically unlike her.

He sat there, blinking momentarily while trying to process what she asked. Before he could respond, the little girl stood and then ran behind him, ducking under his large jacket and lifting it up, crawling underneath it and then hugging his side tightly as she hid beneath the jacket sleeve.

She pointed to the constellations and stars sewn into the inside of the jacket and Kaito started to point them out, going on a bit of a tangent. He used his free arm to hold her close, wrapping it around her shoulders lovingly.

They shared the bonding moment before her eyelids grew heavy and she was clearly ready for a nap. Kaito lifted her slowly and tucked her in bed, then quietly cleaned up the plastic table and tea-set that they left behind.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Not too surprisingly, Korekiyoloved being a dad. He truly thrived with his daughter and wanted to give hereverything he had to offer. If he could, he would give her the world.

He adored even the most mundane, childish things with her. He didn’t mind ifshe put his hair up in a ponytail or brushed it, her stubby fingers trying to twirl it into a tangled braid; if she painted his nails or did his makeup, and he always made time for her. Korekiyo essentially went along with most things she wanted to do.

She burst into his Study, where he was in the midst of reorganizing his booksand collections, and asked him to follow her.

She was wearing a dress-upcostume and held a stuffed animal in one arm as a loose teacup hung from onefinger. Korekiyo tilted his head and silently followed her directions until she lead him to her play-room. He could tell that she had something up her sleeve.

“Will you play tea party with me?” He warmly smiled at her question, nodding underneath his mask. “Of course, Princess.”

Korekiyo kneels down at the table, trying to tuck his long legs underneath the plastic childish furniture though failing to find a comfortable position.

He got very into his role, even excusing himself to make real tea after she pretended to pour some into the cup. She was giddy with excitement when he returned with the actual drink, so that they could have an official tea party together.

Suddenly, she pointed at Korekiyo. “Daddy!” She exclaimed as if he would understand her point. Instead, he looked at her with a confused expression, so she huffed. “You have to take your mask off!”

Oh, right.

He was a very classy guy, sticking out his pinky and letting her pull his hair back and pin it as he sipped the green tea he just made. She insisted that she poured their drinks, and Korekiyo helped her hold the teapot steady so that she wouldn’t spill it on accident.

As they sat across from each other, he put on an accent and started to ramble on about tea parties, addressing her as ‘Miss’ or outright calling her a Princess. She was wearing a tiara after all, and she asked if she could give him one as well.

Korekiyo let her do whatever she wanted, smiling at her overactive imagination. He would do anything for her, adoring the simplicity in moments like these. He was surprisingly good with children and good at pretending, and this isn’t the first time she has asked to have a tea party with him.

She placed two stuffed animals in chairs, sitting on the other sides of the table, so there was four of them in total. She not only sparked a conversation with her father but with the animals as well, and Korekiyo joined in - trying to continue the conversation.

Although, he needed her to translate at times, he didn’t realize how big he was smiling at first.

He was effortlessly happy whenever his little girl was around and it was the moments like these that he found the most beauty in, and that he would cherish for the rest of his life. Together, the pair finished their tea party and he helped her clean up, however he left most of the work to her so she could learn to pick-up after herself.

Then, she threw herself into his arms and cheered, “We need to do that again!” Korekiyo chuckled and pat her head, “Yes, we do.”

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta loved his daughter to themoon and back and he would do almost anything for her. Recently, she’s been tryingnew things – mainly playing with his hair and trying to put it up though failing, but she had been joined at his hip while trying to convince him to try these new things with her.

In reality, she was just trying to have fun and expressing her childlike, girly side.

Gonta was determined to be the best father he could be, treating her like royalty and going above and beyond for her. He was very lenient and could easily play into all of her fantasies and scenarios she made up in her mind.

She found him in his own personal Study, filled with books about entomology,and started tugging on his sleeve. “Daddy, will you play with me?” Gonta did love playing with her and genuinely had a good time, so he accepted without hesitation and dropped everything he was doing.

Of course he would! It didn’t really matter what it was, Gonta would doanything for her.

He enthusiastically accepts and she burst into joy, her facetwisting into a wide grin as she tugged on his hand and lead him back to her play-room, undoubtedly her favorite room in the house. He wondered what she had up her sleeve this time around.

He saw the small tables set up and became increasingly curious. “Tea party!” She exclaimed cheerfully, and suddenly Gonta got excited.

Although, it was difficult to fit his large frame at the table. He gave up and scoots the chair away from the table, instead deciding to sit on the floor since there was no way he could make room.

Then, he watched with eyes filled with wonder as his little daughter poured ‘tea’ into the two miniature teacups. It was actually just air, which confused Gonta. Once she handed him his cup, he examined it carefully, asking her where it went.

Then, he turned the cup upside-down, which she did not appreciate, and peered underneath the cup. His daughter gasped and lunged forward, “You just poured it back out, Daddy!”

His eyes widened, “Gonta sorry! Not even see it!” She then snatched the cup out of his hands and poured some more invisible tea into the cup, telling him to be careful this time. She also grabbed a washcloth and wiped down the table where he had ‘spilled’ it, though nothing was actually there.

It finally clicked in Gonta’s mind that they were playing pretend and that she wasn’t actually drinking any tea, and he felt almost embarrassed. But he was a gentle giant who went along with all of his beloved daughter’s wildest imaginations.

Even when she started talking to her stuffed animals, who were also sat at the table, he went along with it and tried to hold a ‘conversation’ with them as well. She giggled, repetitively telling her father that that isn’t what they were saying. Regardless, he does his best.

Watching the large man sit at the tiny table, holding the even smaller teacup in his forefinger and thumb was actually quite hilarious. He was very careful with his movements, deliberate and trying to not break anything or make another ‘mess’ that his daughter would have to pretend to clean up.

Once they were finished, Gonta smiled and praised, “Yum!” whilst licking his lips. He truly was the best father he could be.

Ryoma Hoshi

Typically, Ryoma was a cold-hearted man– but the first thing to warm his heart in years was the most wonderfulgift he has ever received: his daughter.

Even if he wanted to act strong around her, he couldn’t. His knees would buckleand his heart would soften; she made him feel weak. But Ryoma isn’tcomplaining, he loves her and all he wants is to give her the world.

He was busy cleaning around the house when he felt a small tug on his clothes.Whirling around, the grinning face of his little girl was beaming up at him,and he could immediately tell that she wanted something. Tilting his head, hesunk down to her level and smiled at her softly.

“Daddy! Come play with me!” He almost said no since he was busy at the momentbut paused and caught himself. Ryoma couldn’t say no to her, of all people. Heneeded a break, anyway, so with a sigh he then followed her back to herplay-room.

She guides him back to the table where it was obvious that she was setting up atea party. She instructed Ryoma to sit at the table as she pretended to pour acup of tea, then took her place across from him.

He fit perfectly in the small seat, the table was leveled with him, a fact that made him slightly bitter. He promptly wiped the discerning look off of his face, though, and changed to a smile.

If anyone ever saw him like this, Ryoma’s reputation would be ruined. She was currently trying to find a dress-up item that he should wear, already placing a fuzzy pink tiara on his head. That, and her dress-up clothes surprisingly fit him, even over the clothes he was already wearing.

He goes along with it, though, doing anything for her. She was the only person who could make him feel warm so this was the least he could do. He wanted to be a good dad and a true family-man as well.

Ryoma goes out of his way for his daughter, wanting to protect her innocence. If drinking fake tea would do the trick, then he would do it every time. He slowly gets used to this and the girly stuff that she demanded of him, adjusting to his newfound dad-life.

He loved her greatly and loved spending time with her like this. They sat and drank tea for hours, as she blabbed on about the most random things. Regardless, Ryoma listened intently and tried his best to reciprocate and follow along, although it sometimes sounded like nonsense.

He stopped caring what others thought - if anyone criticized the normally cold, distant man for putting on a dress and tiara and having a tea party, then so be it.

Because Ryoma enjoyed this. He constantly praised his daughter and told her that the tea was wonderful, and she’d happily beam back at him. “Thank you! I made it myself!”

Her sweet comments brought a smile to his face, and a genuine smile at that. He brought the teacup to his lips, pretending to take another drink as she poured a second glass. Then, she pouted her lip and mumbled, “Uh-oh, it’s almost gone.” Frowning, she shrugged her shoulders and raised her cup once more as well.

Her words and reactions melted his heart, something that only his daughter was able to do.

Leaning forward, he clinked their teacups together in a ‘cheers’ movement whilst insisting that they should do this more often.

“I would like that,” she says proudly; and Ryoma couldn’t agree more.

- Mod Rantaro

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #ndrv3 imagines #killing harmony #shuichi saihara #saihara shuichi #kokichi ouma #ouma kokichi #amami rantarou #rantaro amami #kiibo #kaito momota #gonta gokuhara #korekiyo shinguuji #ryoma hoshi

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emilyjunk · 5 years

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hi im sad do you have an hcs about bemily meeting at an ice cream shop?

during beca’s senior year of high school her dad makes her get a job and the only place hiring is fucking baskin robbins so... beca starts working at baskin robbins

she hates it obviously... people suck and they’re always dropping their ice cream and she has to clean it up ://///

also sometimes people come in and get like twelve samples and then end up picking vanilla and becas like wtf why??? vanilla is the most boring flavor on the whole dumb menu????

anyway the WORST is when they get HUUUUGE groups coming in like after sporting events and things... it’s so busy and chaotic

the second worst thing is when she sees people from school because that’s embarrassing. beca always pretends she doesn’t know them.

the ultra worst thing is when people from school are in a huge group

and thats what happens every fucking saturday afternoon

this huge group of girls from school comes in after their soccer game. every saturday without fail. they’re obnoxious and always make a mess and never can decide what they want

and beca like, totally doesnt even like any of them because jocks are so lame? theyre dumb and usually dicks. the soccer girls aren’t the worst but they also arent that great

so one day beca is stressing because the soccer girls are gossipping in line and becas just fucking standing there waiting for them to pick an ice cream flavor and her shift isnt over for another hour so everything just sucks... and then... then it doesnt suck so much. bc then one of the girls is like “hey guys... let’s order and take this outside so we dont hold up the line!” and she gives beca a knowing smile... so pretty and soft and empathetic

beca recognizes her, but isn’t one hundred percent sure of her name. she’s in the grade under beca, about to be a junior, and they’ve never had a class together. but beca recognizes her face from the halls.

beca decides this girl doesnt completely suck. at least as much as the others.

after that, beca starts seeing her around all the time. she sees her in the halls at school, talking with friends at her locker. she sees her saturdays after soccer games at baskin robbins. she even sees her once at the movies when her stupid neighbor jesse drags her along to the newest superhero flick

it gets to the point where beca randomly thinks about this girl she doesnt know on and off throughout the day, and it makes her roll her eyes at herself but whatever. the girl is nice and she’s pretty and beca’s never had a gf, but she knows she really likes girls, and so just... whatever. she can think about people in her head alright? it doesnt mean anything!

“look,” cynthia rose says when the soccer girls come every saturday. “it’s beca’s crushtomer.”

“my what?” beca asks the first time this happens.

“crushtomer,” tssks her manager aubrey. “it’s when you have a crush on one of your regulars. and it’s obviously unprofessional beca.”

“she’s not my... crushtomer.”

“please. we can see your custoner from space.” beca stares and aubrey rolls her eyes. “customer boner. obviously.”

“you guys are weird.” beca scoffs.

but then the girl’s ordering and becas smiling... yeah... smiling wtf... as she scoops vanilla ice cream onto a waffle cone and god fucking dammit... she totally has a crushtomer.

alright so whatever beca has it bad for this customer but it’s whatever. she doesn’t even know the girl’s nam-

“emily!”

the girl whips her head around as her teammate comes jogging up to her and fine!!! beca knows her name.

it wouldn’t be that crazy or anything, until one time at school in the hall they make eye contact and emily is like “hey beca” and beca totally freezes.

“uh. hi emily. you, like, know my name?”

emily tilts her head to the side, her cheeks a pretty pink. “oh. yeah... i mean ive seen your nametag at baskin robbins.”

“oh.”

“i just thought i’d say hi.”

beca never thought they’d speak outside of the obligatory ice cream order and cash exchange so she’s not really sure what to do next in this situation. “uh. hi. but uh..... gotta get to class so um. bye?”

emily laughs, so cute and nice. “okay. see you around.”

and then beca is walking away and hearing giggles behind her as chloe beale whispers something in emilys ear and emily swats at her playfully. becas pretty sure she’s being laughed at, but she books it out of there too quick to care.

the next saturday, beca hates to admit it, but she’s kind of looking forward to seeing the soccer girls. it’s NOT because of her crushtomer though, okay? it’s because her shift is boring as fuck because it’s raining outside and nobody is coming in. so at least she’ll have something to do when they come

so beca waits in anticipation as her shift passes, the clock ticking down to her clock-out time... and they never come. beca finds herself almost disappointed to get off work... then she shakes out of it. fuck work. wtf?

the next saturday, beca initiates her very first small talk with emily. “so, you guys didnt come in last week. it was weird not seeing you.”

“oh,” emily pouts. “our game got rained out.” then she tilts her head, looking at beca curiously. “aw, did you miss us?” she teases.

beca snorts. “no.”

“Just me then right?”

and beca knows she’s teasing, but she feels the heat of it in her soul... and she blushes. “very funny.”

emily laughs, so bright and bubbly, the kind of laugh beca would normally hate. but she doesn’t. god she doesn’t.

emilys teammates have already all paid and taken their cones outside and it’s just beca and emily there at the register. plus CR down the counter mopping the floor but whatever, she has headphones in as she cleans so it may as well just be beca and emily okay?

“anyway.” beca says, clearing her throat. “that’s uh. $3.49.”

emily freezes, her eyes widening. she looks down at herself, pats her thighs where her pockets would be if soccer uniforms had pockets.

“shoot,” she whispers, looking around helplessly. “one sec i forgot my wallet in my car i gotta go grab it.”

“oh,” beca says. “no, it’s cool, it’s uh... on me.”

“what? no, it’s okay. i can go get it.”

“no,” beca says, already putting her employee numbers into the register. “we get free ice cream every shift and i uh... don’t need it. so you can just use my free one. it’s cool.”

emily beams at her. “wow that’s so nice. oh my god.”

“it’s nothing, no problem.”

“no, i have to make it up to you now.”

“that’s really not necessary.”

“beca.”

“emily.”

“let me.”

beca hesitates but emily is giving her this look like a fucking puppy, all cute and persuasive. “...alright... how?”

“are you working tomorrow?”

“um no?”

“let me buy you lunch.”

beca blinks. “this was literally 3 dollars. you wanna go to like mcdonalds or something?”

emily laughs. “no i think i can afford more than the dollar menu. consider it interest.”

“what the hell? what is this? wolf of wall street?”

“oh my god beca.” emily grins. “im trying to hang out with you.”

beca stares. “hang out... with me?”

“yeah? like friends?”

“oh.”

“so...?” emily leans forward, her long ponytail swishing over her shoulder. “lunch tomorrow?”

“uh... yeah okay.”

emily gives beca her phone and beca inputs her number in some kind of daze.

it’s not a date, beca reminds herself all during the lunch. even if emily pays and holds doors for her and is super touchy feely. it’s a friend thing. it’s just hard because they really get along. beca wasnt sure they would, because emily is smiley and nice and into sports. beca is surly and rude and fakes sick to escape gym every other week.

but they do get along. they get along great... emily is into music and beca shows emily the mashups she makes in her free time and they bond over bands they like and beca learns emily plays like 5 different instruments.

emily is also funny, in a weird way, and her smile makes beca’s heart do weird things that hearts probably shouldn’t do.

after, emily gives her a hug and beca totally isnt a hug person but it’s the best hug she’s ever had and emily smells good, like scented girly lotion.

after that, they’re kind of friends for real. they hang out sometimes, and beca teases emily about her ice cream order (vanilla... the most boring flavor on the menu), and she even drags jesse to one of the girls’ soccer games and they text here and there, sending song recs back and forth. once emily sends beca a recording of her playing the guitar and beca swears she falls in love a little with emily’s singing voice.

so yeah, they’re friends. then one day ... everything changes

becas just getting off her shift at baskin robbins and the soccer girls are hanging out at the tables outside, chatting and enjoying their ice cream. beca waves at emily as she walks to her car.

“beca, wait!”

emily jogs up and beca has to pretend she doesn’t think emily’s athleticism isnt the hottest thing she’s ever seen. they’re friends, she reminds herself. friends, beca. friends.

“sup?”

she throws her work bag in the back and shuts the door, turning to look at emily.

emily has a strange expression on her face. almost nervous. which is weird because emily is outgoing and friendly and talking to people doesnt really make her nervous.

“um, so.” emily glances behind her and beca peeks over her shoulder to see all the other soccer girls staring at them. emily frowns, pulling beca to the other side of her car by the arm so they’re out of view. “can i ask you something?”

“uh... sure dude?”

“what’s a crushtomer?”

beca literally almost dies on the spot. “what?”

“a crushtomer.” emily blushes, her fingers tugging at her ponytail nervously.

“oh. um. it’s like......... it’s stupid really, just some made up term thats like when a worker has a crush on one of their regulars, you know? it’s totally lame.”

“huh.” emily nods, her lips twisting. “so like, if i accidentally heard cynthia rose say im your crushtomer, then..............?”

beca really wishes she could crawl in a hole and die. “oh. you... you heard that.”

“yeah.”

“it’s just like... i mean.. we’re friends and stuff,” beca stammers. “you know, they know we’re like... fond of each other or something.”

“i see.” emily tilts her head to the side, looking beca up and down. “so it’s just a friend thing.”

“um i mean, well--”

“because like, say i didn’t want it to be a friend thing. say i wanted it to be a crush thing, like what would that mean?”

beca nearly stops breathing. “what?”

“like say maybe i think you’re cute and i like being your friend, but maybe i also have... once or twice thought about being more than friends and i dont know if you even like girls or anything and if you dont im really sorry like sooooooo sorry for making it awkward but it’s just i overheard that and i thought well just... what if it wasnt a friend thing but a real crush thing and just...” emily blushes cutely, glancing away quickly before looking back at beca. “the term is CRUSHtomer i mean it implies a romantic crush, i don’t know how to make this clearer so please just shut me up now”

“okay just... wait,” beca says, her heart going a mile a second in her chest. “You want to be my crushtomer. in a liking girls romantic way type of thing?”

“i mean...” emily shrugs. “only if you mean it that way. otherwise forgetting about this would be amazing and we could still be friends because i... i really like being your friend.”

“yes,” beca interrupts as emily opens her mouth to keep going. “no god yes. it’s stupid. crushtomer is stupid okay but yeah fine you’re my crushtomer. like... in a crush way. it’s a stupid term.”

emily stares at her for the briefest of seconds. then her face breaks open in the widest smile beca’s ever seen. “i think it’s cute.”

“it’s dumb” beca snorts.

“you wanna like, go out then?”

beca’s whole body is warm. “yeah. that’d be... cool.”

“hm.” emily is so smiley it kills. she scrunches her nose at beca. “i mean i kinda feel like we already were going out. i mean, you showed me your mixes,” she teases. “so romantic.”

“kay,” beca rolls her eyes, but she can’t stop smiling. “whatever. cant believe im gonna go out with a jock.”

emily laughs, her hand coming out to grip the top of beca’s car and effectively sandwiching beca in. “you ever kiss a jock before?”

“no,” beca murmurs, trying to keep her voice from squeaking, but emily is like, really close and holy shit she’s so pretty oh man...

“you want to?”

beca’s breath gets caught in her throat. “yeah.”

all beca can think when they kiss is that emily tastes like ice cream and for the first time in her life, beca maybe just maybe thinks vanilla might be the most exciting flavor on the menu

#bemily #headcanons #bulletfic #ice cream au #idk #btw i learned this crushtomer term at work and gf said i should do a coffee shop au with it #but then this came up and i decided yes.. ice cream au it is #so here ya go ellen #i hope u feel better soon #jesseswanson

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prorevenge · 5 years

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Short my boyfriend $200+? Enjoy your divorce.

So this whole debacle started in my freshman year of college. I went to a religious college so there were a lot of really strict rules regarding curfew and punishments for not going to the mandatory worships, this comes into play later. Background on me: I am not a physically imposing young lady, just under 5 ft and 100 lbs soaking wet and wearing cinderblock shoes. At this time I had been recently dumped and so I was starting college practically alone as my ex and I were set to go to the same university but he dropped out to join military school. Before we start lets denote some names:

Me: is me of course Andy: is my dear boyfriend (now fiancé) Jess: one of my Best friends and roommate after the first quarter And finally the antagonist of the tale: Sam Not real names of course, and at the start of this we were all 18 we are all 24-25 now.

As this was a religious School, we had a sort of camp out in the week or two before classes started, it was meant to be a getting to know you kind of thing, and so we had things called “family groups”, I was a little freaked out, but in the group there was one loud, overly friendly girl named Sam. Sam was the same ethnicity as me and so we quickly bonded over a shared ethnic background and how similar we were, she had a boyfriend in the army and I lamented my single status and how my ex basically ditched me for the navy. She seemed perfect, sympathetic, social, and fun. I warmed up to our family group with the help of my new best friend. We had a great weekend, and got to know others in the group, including Jess. Jess was more quiet and disinterested, with a classic case of resting bitch face but eventually she warmed up to me and I to her. Sam didn’t really like them but you wouldn’t know it unless she told you.

The first sign of something off with her was during dinner, I was sitting with Jess and her friend from high school Andy. He and I really hit it off, but as my heart was still freshly broken I kept some boundaries up but agreed to go watch a movie when we got back from the trip. Immediately Sam pulled up a chair and was all over him, asking about his past, how he and Jess met, what he thought about her outfit, and on and on. I was a little miffed but just ate my burrito. For the rest of the trip Andy and I were hardly apart and Sam got more and more passive aggressive with me, bringing up my ex and how I was moving on too quickly. I believed her and cancelled my “date” with Andy, and said that I didn’t want him to just be a rebound. He was understanding and chill with just being friends which was a blessing for me, but seemingly not good enough for Sam. After the trip was over I decided to show them around the city since I was a local student. While the others put their stuff in their rooms Sam asked me to stay behind because she had to “confess” something to me. She started spewing some bs about how Andy had cornered her outside the cabin and was being a pervert and telling her how beautiful she was so on and so forth. I was skeptical and made it known, but her response was just “just looking out for ya girly.” By then the others came back and I just decided to ignore what she said and have a good time in the city. This was incident 1.

A couple weeks go by, Andy, Jess, and I became a little squad of sorts because all our schedules matched up, whereas finding time to hang out with Sam was more than difficult. This all came to a head when Jess and Andy planned a little trip to the local Benihana place and didn’t invite Sam. She found out via social media and flew off the handle. I had gone home for the weekend and when I came back on Monday I was greeted with drama, tears, and accusations. The gist of the situation is, the group didn’t invite Sam because she is vegetarian and has a lot of allergies, so it would be dangerous to even step foot in the Benihana, and in retaliation Sam took her “best friends” aka random girls from the dorm, horse back riding and posted a photo with the caption “better than Benihana”. (Incident 2)

Once again this is what I came back to and so things were pretty frosty. I asked for some backstory and apparently, it was work friends who invited Andy and Jess so it wasn’t even their place to invite someone else, and it wasn’t like she would be able to eat anything at the Benihana anyways so they literally didn’t even think they were being rude. According to Sam, they were purposefully excluding her and that no one likes her and that this was just like it was in high school. She didn’t have very many friends and we were just becoming privy to why exactly that was.

Incident 3 was the friendship bracelets. She ordered these semi-expensive bracelets for me and Jess but mysteriously Jess’s broke in the mail and the replacement would “totally come any day now”. Jess pretended not to be hurt but it obviously stung when she would fawn over our bracelets and how we are such great friends. Spoiler the bracelet never came.

Now I was still trying to smooth things over but it kept getting worse and worse, if I was hanging out with Andy or jess she wouldn’t speak to me, but would only talk shit when we were alone. During all of this Andy and I kept getting closer and eventually started dating but low-key cause the whole situation with Sam and we didn’t want to set her off. I know we were spineless back then.

Now for the catalyst for the revenge. She was a wanna-be youtuber, and wanted to do a holiday video. Andy is a film major but he doesn’t want anything to do with her after all her lies and petty behavior. But then she made an offer we couldn’t refuse, “I’ll give you $200 and pay for food” and for what should’ve been an hour or two of filming we were sold. I was set to manage the site, since that’s my personality is “get it done”, and he was in charge of filming. He worked so hard on it ya’ll, he story boarded, he made a script for her, he got all his equipment together. I was so proud of him. I contacted the diner where we were filming and got everything together and we were set.

Filming Day arrives and we get our hair and makeup done for the “actors” and “actresses” and we all get to the diner an hour before, at her insistence, and set up. She says she’ll be 30 minutes late and so we decide to eat after shooting some B-roll. Guess how long it took her and her “entourage” to arrive? 2 whole hours. We finally get filming and if you are counting we have been at the diner for 4 hours, pre-filming. We spend another 2 hours filming and we have to take after pics in our outfits and everything. Did she pay for our food? Nope. And she tells Andy “You got a big payday coming, you deserve more than 200 for today.” He’s happy cause he wanted to take me out for a nice date for the holiday but spoiler again, she didn’t pay up.

So a week or two goes by and it gets closer and closer to holiday and we already turned over all the footage we are just waiting for payment. Then came the excuses, “I don’t trust zelle.”, “I’m waiting for my auntie to pay me.”, “my aunts in the Caribbean right now and she doesn’t trust zelle either.” We kept hounding her for the money and the holiday came and went, she posted the video and stopped answering texts. Since we all lived together I confronted her and more excuses then she said give her two more weeks.

During those two weeks, she told everyone who would listen that she already paid us and that we were terrible people to try and extort her for more. Now at this point in the year, we are fed up with her, and Andy is ready to write the 200 off, he bitches to his smoking buddies and the smoking buddies get our side of the story out to the relatively small school and pretty soon she doesn’t have a leg to stand on. She gets nasty, texting me all this bs about how Andy is cheating on me and that I deserve better and screenshots of their conversations where he supposedly tells her how he’d rather not be committed. Now we had some commitment issues in the beginning, on both sides, but she tried to present these texts as recent, not stuff from months ago. The final straw was when she called me stupid and naive for staying in the relationship despite him being a greedy man whore.

Now I was going scorched earth, for some background on Sam. She was a chronic cheater, like get drunk at a party and give a guy a blowjob cheater, then go out the next weekend and do it again. She was also married, she and her husband got married right out of high school, which is typical of army guys in my experience. The ink wasn’t even dry on the marriage certificate, less than a year when she burned us. But I was someone she chose to confide in since she thought I was too stupid to see through her after all the shit she put us through. So I gathered evidence, all the cheated, the videos of her doing shit at parties, sexts with various guys, the drinking binges, and her shit talking her loving army boyfriend. I gathered all of this information for more than a year, I felt horrible for the guy but I needed a file that would damn her to legal hell.

D-day arrived when about a year and a half after I met her she told me that she thought her husband was cheating as when he was deployed she found a video on his phone of him and his buddy dancing on some girls in a club. Sam was livid, she was cursing and swearing she would take him for every cent in court for cheating on her. Never mind that she was blowing guys for fun every other weekend. I asked her if she had proof, and she said that proof doesn’t matter, they always believe the hurt wife.

I complied all my evidence and wrote a very long apology letter for waiting this long, and sent it anonymously. Sam didn’t return to school the next year and I kinda lost track of her. I got reminded when my fiancé showed me that terrible video we did for her, I confessed what I did and we social media stalked her accounts. She now posts a lot of “single and loving it” memes and she has a few vlogs talking about fake friends and how simple living is the best. I guess thats a consequence of loosing her luxurious “rich girl” lifestyle that her husbands family provided for her. Looking at her ex-husbands page he has a beautiful wife and a baby on the way, looking way happier than I’d ever see him.

TL;DR: So yeah, don’t be a bitch and short people 200 dollars. It'll cost you your husband, your cushy lifestyle, respect, and one year of nontransferable credits at an out the ass expensive school.

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#prorevenge #by StraightTrade488 #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #revenge story #last10

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akhcnd · 5 years

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* ↪ mishti rahman. she/her. cisfemale. ╱ i thought i saw jade akhand getting questioned by the police. the twenty-two year old is in their third year at west bridge studying fashion design. they were at manon’s party because she was forcing herself out of her comfort zone. do you think they had something to do with her death? + a mixed smell of lavender and vanilla, broken promises, and the sigh of relief when you’re finally alone.

hi, pals! it’s ya resident dumbass, claire, from the est. i’m currently on my game of thrones shit, so i’m probably gonna be screaming for the next couple of hours. bear with me, okay? i’ve been lurking this rp for SO LONG, and i made sure to wait until finals were over so i could devote my time to it. needless to say, i’m real exited to finally be able to join. uwu anyway, here’s my baby jade! fair warning, i haven’t played a character like her in a WHILEE... so let’s get right into it. tw: mentions of anxiety

shy girlie!! she’s always been that way. it wasn’t until she got older that she realized it ran deeper than just being shy. it was when she realized she was checking the way she moved, the way she talked, the way she crossed her legs when sitting, the way she cut the crusts off her sandwiches that it wasn’t just your typical shyness. eventually, she was told she had anxiety, and that made her reactions and thoughts make a lot more sense.

because of this, she wasn’t really the type to have a lot of friends. it’s not that she didn’t want them. oooohhh, she wanted them a WHOLE lot - the kind of friends that she would watch in the movies at home. she’d had a couple of them growing up, but it wasn’t what she had wanted. something was missing, and she was sure it was because of her. maybe she just wasn’t outgoing enough or fun enough. the list goes on. she was never someone’s best friend. at least, not in her eyes. she was always #2.

being alone so much did help out in the long run tho. it gave her a lot of time to focus on her studies which eventually got her into west bridge. she’s here on scholarship, which makes the party situation a lot more dangerous for her. if she loses that, she’ll def have to leave, so she holding onto hope that nothing happens

it also gave her a lot of time to go through her mom’s things, and one of the things she found & enjoyed the most was a basket full of old vogue magazine’s her mom had received in the mail when she was much younger. it was through this that led to her love of fashion. she lost herself in the details, focusing on every stitch of the fabric. a big lover of clothes, likes to pair different things up and pose in the mirror. made sketches all the time.

when it comes to family, it’s p much your standard. she’s an only child and her mother was a stay at home mom until her last yr of high school when she got a part-time position as a paralegal. she’s a total mama’s girl. loves her mom with all of her heart. her mom is basically her best friend so they’re super close. she cried for a while when her parents left her at west bridge. she also takes any free time she has to call her mom. she loves her a lot dad too but because he was gone working a lot, the bond is just not AS strong as w her mother but strong enough. she’s pretty open with her parents, and the party is like the one thing she knows she’s gonna keep hidden for the rest of her life.

she started out as a nursing major, a bsn specifically. it was a sensible degree. she knew it would make her a decent wage and she wouldn’t worry about funds in the future. it wasn’t what she loved, though, and that led her to change to fashion design in the spring of her first semester. she knows it might be risky, but she’s willing to work hard. she’s still scared of failing tho.

she made a plan when she got to west bridge to make a new life for herself. she told herself college would be different and she wouldn’t be so scared of going places and meeting ppl. welllll, that didn’t happen. she was really confined to her dorm or stuck to her phone when out in public. mostly focused on doing her work at first.

she’s probably made a few friends here and there?? probably not like SUPER CLOSE friends but more like some ppl who would sit with her if they had the same class or would smile at her if they saw each other. something like that?? plots, plots, plots

by her third year, she was fed up with being the shy, nervous, introverted girl. she had overheard others talking about manon’s party. she knew who manon was, but they had never really interacted. she made a plan to show up, even though her heart had told her not to. going to a party probably wasn’t the best way to start stepping out of her comfort zone, but she had made the decision and she was sticking to it. clearly that paid off lmao

going to the party did pay off in a lot of ways. she’s connected to a lot of other people in a way she’s never been. they all have a shared secret, much like friends would. though, she knows that’s a little too optimistic of a way to think about it. it probably opened the doors to a lot more interaction, but it’s also added more fears to the list she had before.

random facts !!

has an irrational fear that everyone’s like,,, staring at her & thinking she’s weird. really wants everyone to like her but she’s not sure how to make that happen (news flash, it won’t, jade).

very interested in strong female leads. wishes she could be them.

loves books, reads a lot bc she has a lot of spare time due to the fact that her social life is pretty much dead

she’s v nice! kind of awkward! gets ahead of herself sometimes! gets nervous when she has to repeat herself bc ppl can’t hear her! soft spoken!

really lives through her instagram. not to brag, but her insta is the fucking shit!! the theme is iconic. her own little fake personal life for those to see back home

pansexual ! let’s here it for that !

pretends she’s not but is really a hopeless romantic! *hint hint nudge nudge* break her heart. BREAK HER HEART ! do it >:)

has a job in the school library ! basically just reshelves books n things. her thoughts on the job? it’s aight

and to mention the broken promises thing, it’s party due to her anxiety and partly due to a variety of fears she has! she’s rlly a messy bitch !

okay so that’s basically it for now ! i ofc wanna develop her and to also make plots with all you lovely ppl so hit me up !! either on the tumblr ims or discord ( tell cersei#5135 )! anyway, i’m really excited to start writing with you all !

#ps.intro #HELLO ! pls plot w me ily <3 #also im lazy and didn't really proof read per say so if something doesn't make sense #CALL ME TF OUT

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rittywritestdp · 6 years

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Ok but lady squad hcs?? Amaya, Rayla, and Claudia just hanging out, training, pampering each other, having those competitive eating competitions (chubby Bunny would be hilarious. Amaya would have to referee since she'd win by signing loool). Just... Gimmie the gals hanging out having a good time in each other's company. Not romantic, Platonic, if that makes sense thank you!

120% love it. I need to get more asks for the gals?? I rarely get any for them.

Amaya♞ Amaya LOVES to spar with Rayla. Claudia never spars but likes to shout encouraging things when Rayla manages to best Amaya. She also likes to sign nice things to Amaya when Amaya purposefully let’s a frustrated Rayla win. ♞ Amaya is a bear mom, I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. If anyone hurts either of their feelings she will kick their ass into the atmosphere.♞ One time when Soren got a bit too mean with teasing Claudia (no one without siblings @ me on this, it happens, alright?), she kicked in his door (locks are for nerds) and made him apologize. She thought she was quite stealthy about it, but had no clue that Claudia was next door when it happened. Thankfully Gren censored out all of the mean words when she was yelling at Soren. ♞ Sometimes to wind down they do competitive challenges, mostly at Ezran’s insistence. He likes to judge, and have Bait compete. No one figured out why Amaya would always win Chubby Bunny until they started it for the first time. While Ezran insisted that Bait could in fact talk, he kept swallowing the marshmallows and therefore was disqualified. ♞ The literal best emotional support. She’s the mom that neither of the girls ever had. She helps them with EVERYTHING girly. Except hair. She hates trying to do hair. There’s a reason her’s is so short y’know.

Rayla☾ At first she just really wants to one up both Amaya and Claudia. She wants to prove how good she is at everything while secretly messing up as much as any ordinary kid would.☾ Then she realizes that…these people aren’t laughing at her when she fails. These people aren’t chiding her, chastising her because ‘Rayla we’ve been over this a dozen times!’. Amaya and Claudia just support her. They want her to try her hardest and by god if she fails, then she’ll just get back up and try again; harder this time.☾ Runaan was the last supportive person she had, and the second she went against him…she had no one to rely on. No one to ask advice from. But now she does.☾ She tries her hardest to learn sign language quick enough to communicate with Amaya w/o Gren.☾ Despite Claudia being older than her, Rayla is hyper protective of her just like Amaya is. She knows Claudia wears her heart on her sleeve and she’s quite naive and she’ll be damned if one of her best friends is going to get her heartbroken. ☾ When it was her turn to suggest a contest, she suggested the cinnamon challenge.☾ And nearly died choking after trying to act tough and swallow the cinnamon.

Claudia❀ Claudia has never really made friends. No one was ever around for her to hang out with. Her brother was essentially the only one she had to bond with over the years. ❀ Rayla was AMAZING to hang out with. Only Rayla didn’t like to hang out 24/7 like Claudia did. Claudia knew how to give her friend space though.❀ She LOVES to have Rayla braid her hair. It’s relaxing. ❀ She doesn’t have much to bond with Amaya over, but Amaya is still kind and motherly to her. Even if Amaya doesn’t really care about the current spell Claudia is explaining to her, she pretends. ❀ Claudia enjoys trying to set Rayla up with Callum. She thinks they’d make an ADORABLE couple. Claudia still has yet to realize that Callum has a crush on her as well. ❀ Enjoys minor pranks, nothing too embarrassing. Stuff like replacing all Amaya’s Serious Work Pants™ with bright orange pants, or putting Doilies on everything Rayla owns. Confuse Don’t Abuse.❀ When it’s Claudia’s turn to pick a challenge, she chooses a pie eating contest. It devolves into chaos quickly. Soren is sad no one invited him when he finds out. Viren is disappointed from his tower window. Gren is confused. Bait wins the contest.

These were SO FUN to write oh my GOD. -☼

#tdp #the dragon prince #sfw #headcanons #amaya #rayla #claudia #RittyWrites

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Alternate Next Gen (Main Cast): Chand Berlitz-Nozomi

Chand is the son of Dawn and Zoey. Much like both of his moms, he’s a Pokemon Coordinator however unlike both of them he’s also taking some time to become a Pokemon Stylist he also goes to a school and takes classes in both Pokemon Coordinating and Pokemon Styling to sharpen his skills in both subjects. Before heading to school, he was a lot like his mother Dawn, being overconfident and prideful in himself for what his moms were able to do but after a while he had learned how to humble himself and be less overconfident about himself and what he can do. Chand knows a lot about fashion, something that got him picked on as a kid by other boys often calling him a girl and taunting him, telling to go play with dolls since he sometimes had girly habits. Chand also got made fun of by other kids for having two moms instead of a mom and a dad, the teasing stopped as he got older much to relief. Chand is a loyal friend, like his mom Zoey he has no issue giving tough criticism and is happy to help out his friends or classmates with what they may have trouble with. Chand enjoys making Poffins for his Pokemon and is always looking up ways to make all of his Pokemon enjoy them and he takes note on what flavors they all prefer so he doesn’t give them something they dislike by accident. Chand gets along with Danica since both of them are students in school, both have two moms and they’re both interested in Pokemon Coordinating. Chand adores his younger sister and always takes time out of what he’s doing to play with her, he also will make clothes for her and her Pokemon when he has the time.

He has a Key Stone fitted into a band he carried around with him.

His Pokemon:

Chimchar- Chimchar is Chand’s starter Pokemon. Back when Chand was going to choose his starter, he originally wanted to get Piplup so he could be like Dawn but after Chimchar, Piplup and Turtwig ran off he went to help the assistants and Professor Rowan get the Pokemon, Chand had found Chimchar and helped him get back to the lab. Once they both got back, Turtwig and Piplup were found and Chand was ready to pick. He had went with Chimchar since the two of them had bonded while they were looking for Piplup and Turtwig, much to Chimchar’s excitement. Chimchar had become fast friends with Chand and was happy to be with Chand as well. Chimchar is very friendly and happy to be with his trainer, he also enjoys meeting other Pokemon and people and will happily wave to others when he first meets them. Chimchar is very easy going and he has no issue being apart of Pokemon contests, he also has no issue being a model for Chand as he enjoys wearing clothes and accessories for Pokemon. Chimchar is very athletic and agile, something that he uses to his advantage during a battle and during contests. He’s often seen out of his Pokeball and is always seen riding on Chand’s shoulder.

Given in a Pokeball.

Ability is Blaze.

Moves are Flame Wheel, Fire Spin, Acrobatics, Flamethrower, Shadow Claw, Thunder Punch, Fire Pledge, Dig, Swift and Assist.

Strawberry the Shiny Lopunny- Chand had caught his shiny Lopunny while he was on a walk with his little sister so he could catch a Buneary for her, he had spotted the shiny Lopunny holding a young Buneary in her arms and looked ready to run away. Chand figured that the Buneary was too young to fend for herself and probably didn’t want to be separated from her mom so he offered the mother Lopunny to join him while he caught her since she’s a shiny and more likely to get caught by trainers if they find her, she agrees to join him and have her daughter be his sister’s Pokemon so long as both of them stay safe. Chand caught her and nicknamed her Strawberry because of her pink fur. Strawberry is a very caring and gentle Pokemon, especially to her daughter and Chand’s younger sister Roxana. Strawberry is grateful for Chand helping them and asking if she wanted to be caught, she doesn’t regret taking up his offer. Strawberry takes great pride in her kicking and jumping, which she uses to her advantage during contests battles and appeal rounds, she also enjoys modelling in the outfits he creates for her for his Pokemon Stylist class. She allows him to use the fur she sheds to make hats and mufflers for himself and his friends, she can be rather motherly to him, especially when he tells her not to worry. She was later given a Lopunnite, making her able to mega evolve.

Caught in a Luxury Ball.

Ability is Cute Charm, changes to Scrappy when mega evolved.

Held Item is a Lopunnite.

Moves are Return, Aura Sphere, Play Rough, Agility, Blizzard, High Jump Kick, Mirror Coat, Mega Kick, Thunderbolt and Hyper Voice.

Glaceon- Chand had gotten his Glaceon back when she was an Eevee, seeing as she really loved playing in the snow Chand had gotten an Ice Stone and had her evolve into Glaceon much to her happiness. As an Eevee, Glaceon loved playing in the snow as snow is what she would always see when she looked outside and she always would pretend to shoot ice from her mouth, something that Chand took notice of and found amusing. Now as a Glaceon, she’s very happy with her form and is even more happy to be able to perform in contests with her trainer. Glaceon takes great pride in how she looks and hates getting dirty, as such she’ll always find a body of water and will try to clean herself, at least until Chand cleans her up himself. Glaceon also doesn’t like anyone else petting her and will freeze her fur into needles if someone tries to pet her without permission. Glaceon loves wearing accessories for Pokemon and enjoys everything that Chand makes for her, as such she wears a special scarf around her neck that Chand made for her after she evolved into Glaceon, it’s her favorite accessory and she’ll always wear it with whatever else Chand made for her.

Caught in a Pokeball.

Ability is Snow Cloak.

Moves are Hail, Icy Wind, Swift, Mirror Coat, Ice Beam, Aurora Veil, Water Pulse, Shadow Ball, Iron Tail and Frost Breath.

Ambipom- Ambipom was caught by Chand when she was an Aipom. As an Aipom, Ambipom loved to play around more than train. As such she was hard for Chand to deal with but after a while he had figured out how to use Aipom’s playfulness during appeal rounds and it was because of that moment that Aipom started to take contests more seriously, same for contest battles. After learning Double Hit, she had evolved into Ambipom, much to Chand’s excitement. Ambipom, while still playful, started getting a more serious streak to herself as well as an affectionate side as she would happily hug and squeeze Chand and his younger sister. Ambipom is very fond of juggling and will happily juggle for any appeal round so long as it’s something new and she has a lot of fun acting as an acrobat for others. Ambipom isn’t as interested in wearing accessories for Pokemon on her actual body but she does enjoy having accessories on her arms and on her tails as they make her unique and it feels good to wear them.

Caught in a Fast Ball.

Ability is Skill Link.

Moves are Double Hit, Swift, Tail Slap, Double Slap, Shadow Ball, Bounce, Thunder Punch, Fire Punch, Ice Punch and Seed Bomb.

Floatzel- Chand had caught his Floatzel when he was a Buizel during a fishing trip with one of his friends, after weakening him with a battle similar to a contest battle he ended up catching him. Buizel was very confused about how contests worked but he soon found himself enjoying them after participating in the battle round a couple of times and he found the appeal rounds to be enjoyable as well. After evolving into Floatzel, he gained more of a enjoyment for contests as well as a bit of a prideful side when it came to performing. Floatzel takes great pride in his battle skills and in his swimming skills, something that Chand uses for specific contests that involve a body of water. Floatzel can be a bit of a rough Pokemon when it comes to seeing a Pokemon smaller than him, it’s for that reason he often gets on Chimchar’s nerves and the two of them battle each other with sometimes the end result being Chimchar winning despite the fact he’s at a disadvantage, the two have a strong rivalry with each other but even with their rivalry the two of them still perform well in double performances. Floatzel gets along with the others despite how rough he could be.

Caught in a Lure Ball.

Ability is Swift Swim.

Moves are Ice Fang, Aqua Tail, Razor Wind, Waterfall, Ice Punch, Hidden Power (Ground), Water Gun, Round, Aqua Ring and Liquidation.

Dedenne- Chand was given a Dedenne by his friend Alejandro who thought that Dedenne would be a good match for him, Chand was happy to get a Pokemon from his best friend and promised to take care of Dedenne. Dedenne is a cheerful and upbeat Pokemon, she’s always happy to run around and play with Chand’s other Pokemon despite how much bigger they are than her. She enjoys eating her trainer poffins as well as other treats that he can get his treats on, but more often after eating she’ll take a nap which is something that Chand uses to his advantage during contest battles such as teaching her how to use Rest, Snore and Sleep Talk so she can sleep and attack for the appeal round and the battle round. Dedenne often has a habit of using Nuzzle on Chand as a show of affection, Chand doesn’t mind the accidental shock he gets from her as he knows she doesn’t mean to shock him.

Caught in a Pokeball.

Ability is Pickup.

Moves are Nuzzle, Rest, Sleep Talk, Snore, Parabolic Charge, Dazzling Gleam, Charm, Dig, Discharge and Electro Ball.

#Pokemon #Next Gen #Pokemon Next Gen #Chand Berlitz-Nozomi #Main Cast #AppealShipping #Fan Kids #Pokemon Fan Kids

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poisonedapples · 6 years

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Fanders Pride

Hey, my name is Sparrow, he/they, and I’m an aromantic ace-spec (autochorissexual) person who is still very confused about their gender identity. I’ve been a Fander literally since Thomas’ Vine days, so for the “Fander Pride Meetup” that is today to celebrate LGBT+ pride in our community, I want to talk about my own identities and how I found out about them. Sometimes it’s a happy story, sometimes it is not, but despite any kind of hardship that comes with accepting yourself, I’d like to show some of my very own Pride. By doing it in the most elaborate, dramatic way possible because I have no chill and also I’m sorry that I’m on mobile and can’t put a cut. Enjoy your never-ending scrolling that I also barely proofread~ 🌈

I’m also gonna put it into neat little categories because I’m like that.

Sexual Orientation,

Ace-spec: Someone who falls on the Asexual spectrum

Autochorissexual: a disconnection between oneself and a sexual target/object of arousal; may involve sexual fantasies or arousal in response to erotica or pornography, but lacking any desire to be a participant in the sexual activities therein

At first, I was going to put this story after my aromantic one, but this one is so much shorter and a lot less dramatic, so it’s gonna go first instead. It was a lot easier to notice that I was ace-spec once I had a word for never feeling sexual attraction towards any actual people. LJ helped me realize this, because he explained what “autochorissexual” was to an anon, and my entire brain just clicked. It was like I immediately realized that I had never had any sexual feeling towards anyone either. People in media (and much more graphic things I’m not going to go into) were the only times I had really felt that kind of “attraction”. Even then, I didn’t really think that they were very hot, just kind of aesthetically pleasing? It’s hard to explain, but since I tried to get most of my information on my sexuality from the internet and how I felt about people in those kinds of...18+ areas, I thought that I liked girls a lot better than the boys. Boys with their shirts off was just...weird, still is weird, but girls were always really pretty looking. So just like with romantic orientation, I took this as a sign that I was gay.

Basically I’m just an idiot that doesn’t research correctly.

But even before that, I had my little hints of suspicion that I may be ace-spec. Most commonly I would start to question if I may be demisexual, but I also confused “romantic orientation” with “sexual” a lot, so I took my “I hardly feel any attraction towards people” as “it takes a bond for me to get sexual feelings”. But even then, it didn’t really click in my head with the label demisexual, so it came and went really fast.

Ace-spec identities really do need to be talked about more, even if some of them may seem “ridiculous” to outsiders. When I first came out as ace-spec (gonna say that instead because I am fully aware “autochorissexual” is a mouthful), it was an actual weight lifted. Because not only from my own trauma and the anxiety of “how do you even do the do in real life?”, it felt so much better to just not be worried about doing something I wasn’t interested in. I’m ace-spec, all my friends know this, and I’ve learned that any kind of relationship can be long-term with no sexual feelings. And honestly, that is a great thought.

Gender Identity,

I remember when I was a kid, me and my sister would play a Fable game at my uncle’s house. One where the younger sibling, whether you played as a boy or a girl, would always be named Sparrow. From the first time I heard that name in that game, I loved it. Me and the few friends I had on my street would all play games of pretend, and we could choose our own names. No matter what, I would always go with Sparrow. I always adored that name a thousand times more than I did my birth name, I’ve always hated my birth name. I told myself for a long time that it was because it had no meaning, and was ridiculously generic. But I realized later that it was also because it was very feminine. It didn’t really feel like me, and although people kept insisting my birth name was a beautiful name...I didn’t like it.

I’ve always just felt disconnected from the label of being a “girl”. People would say something about girls or targeted to girls, and most of the time I would have to tell myself “that means you”. Being a girl felt wrong, doing girly things felt wrong, so I avoided most feminine things to my mom’s annoyance. I felt like I shouldn’t allow myself to be girly to the feminine things I did enjoy, like they were some forbidden art from another world. I’d forget that I was supposed to be a part of that world, and I had to remind myself that no one would think it was weird if a “girl” wanted a girly shirt, or to play with dolls, and that it was actually encouraged. I just kept trying to fit myself into the box of “tomboy” because it fit better than “girly girl”. It still wasn’t very me, but I liked the more “masculine” things over the feminine, so I figured that it was better that way. And I’m a very gray person, I very rarely have black and white views, so it kinda makes sense I didn’t fit perfectly into one box honestly. It’s probably one of the more accurate metaphors to being nonbinary that I’ve seen.

As of right now, I don’t really have a label. All I know is that I’m not cis, I’m not very commonly feminine, and I’m transmasculine at the least. I know that I fluctuate in some form, or at least some kind of fluid (I don’t like genderfluid much though) since I never stay in the same place for very long. I find it pretty hard to not stress out over finding a label since I just want to know now, but taking my time instead of immediately coming out and then stressing again because I found out it’s not me gets rid of a lot of the anxiety. So for now I’m just “questioning”, but not gonna lie, I hope it doesn’t last very long.

I’m very impatient.

Romantic Orientation,

Aromantic: Someone who feels no romantic attraction to anyone of any gender

I’m going to just say this right now; finding out I was aro was not a very happy thing. It counteracted with my dreams and made me feel like I was cheated on by my own mind, maybe even the world despite how dramatic that sounds.

(TW: Unhappy marriages, divorce, parents fighting and a tiny mention of a womanizer)

I dreamed of having a loving husband to make up for all the years of broken marriages that I have seen, one that was funny and kind, one that believed in me, someone to make me feel less lonely than I really was and to fill up a broken piece of my heart from growing up learning love is fake. I saw fights and back talkers, divorce after divorce, and womanizing boyfriends who would scream at my birth mom as she screamed back with the same intensity. Threats of leaving, divorces, and my birth parents staring hateful daggers into each others backs. If they didn’t hate each other they ignored each other. If they stayed together they never said they loved each other. I only ever heard my dad speak good about his wife, but even then, when he wasn’t looking my mom would turn the other way and back talk him. But I never really learned that love was fake. I saw my birth mom scream at her boyfriend, and I dreamed of a world where me and my husband would make up and cuddle after a fight. I heard my mom complain about my dad’s temper for the tenth time that day, and I dreamed of talking to my husband about working on unhealthy flaws we both had. I didn’t learn love was fake, I learned that love wasn’t perfect fairytales instead. I learned how to grow from the mistakes I saw daily.

(Trigger Warnings over)

But before I suddenly started to question my sexuality, I had no evidence that I wasn’t hetero. In first grade I had a kiss with a boy I didn’t actually like, and in second grade I had my first “crush” on a boy in my class. Other kids would date one kid after another, breaking up and moving on so fast that my head started to spin before I even got to middle school. I saw kids get together after only a week of knowing each other and breaking up a couple weeks after. I had started to try and keep track of who had a crush on who because it always got so twisted. I remember in first grade all the girls seemed to have a crush on a kid named Justin, and all I did was just watch them all in confused awe. It was like watching a herd of derpy birds fight over a fancy breadstick on the floor; very important to them, but I didn’t really see the appeal.

When I thought I had my very first crush, I noticed that I didn’t really act like it. I remember watching an episode of ICarly where Sam had a crush or was dating a boy (can’t remember which) and Carly showed off the drawing Sam made of her and the boy surrounded by love hearts. It gave me the message that’s what people with crushes did, so although I wasn’t much of a drawer I decided to try and copy Sam’s drawing with me and this boy as swans instead. During and after the drawing was made, I noticed that I still didn’t really feel anything for what I made. I didn’t really care about the supposed “crush” I had on him, but I didn’t think much of it. The next year I would actually go up to this boy and tell him that I “liked” him, and he didn’t exactly give me a straight answer. He said “I’ll tell you when my lawyer [his dog Apples] is around”, and I tried for a little bit to get him to tell me about his feelings towards me before I just accepted that it was a rejection. But later, I would actually realize that I didn’t care about him returning his feelings for me, more so I just wanted to know because I’m nosy. I realized he rejected me and barely even cared, just went back to playing with my friends.

Then, I started to question my sexuality. I didn’t exactly notice my lack of attraction towards any genders, I noticed that I had never cared for men. I thought that girls were prettier than boys, but I became so confused because I had such a lack of feeling any kind of attraction towards people. I considered a couple labels, but even when I knew what asexual and aromantic was, I didn’t even consider it. The people I saw who were aro acted like they had no interest in being in any kind of relationship, and that...wasn’t me. I was sure of that, I dreamed of having a spouse someday, so I immediately dismissed it. And in a feat of confusion and ignorance, I decided that if I knew for a fact I didn’t like boys, then I must only like girls. For many years, I identified as a lesbian. Both my parents still think that I’m gay.

Then, I joined Tumblr. Honestly, Tumblr and all the people I have met in the fanders community have helped me a lot with my identity, and people like LJ and Marin (who I’m scared to tag so I won’t) helped me with accepting myself a lot more than they could ever know. When I first heard LJ describe their queerplatonic relationship with Thuri, how they would marry platonically, I didn’t understand why that thought was so comforting until a little later. I realized that...I was scared. I was scared of being aro, so I hid it from both others and myself. I wouldn’t lie awake at night thinking about the supposed “crush” I had on my best friend, I stared mindlessly at the ceiling feeling empty inside. I would not break the chain. Aromantic people do not marry. I was doomed to live alone forever. I could handle being gay, I could have handled being ace or pan or bi which would have brought out my mom’s severe biphobia, I could handle that. What I couldn’t handle was my biggest dream, the one thing in this world that gave me hope and peace with myself, being ripped away from my hands and being forced to accept that I could never love someone the way that I wanted to. With my already severe problems with feeling any emotion, this was hard to accept. I was willing to ignore my own romance repulsion just to have a “happy” marriage. I was willing to give my comfort away for something I thought would be worth it.

At first, I was willing to accept that I was grayromantic, and that those two boys in my life were the rare times I fell in love. I didn’t want to accept I couldn’t fall in love at all, so I tried to compromise with myself and use that label instead. Then, I read Marin’s queerplatonic Logince verse. A tiny little collage of stories in the same universe that I didn’t even get at first helped me come to terms with my identity. They loved each other. It wasn’t romantic, not sexual...but it was stronger than friendship. I learned that that kind of love was just as important as the ones I tried to dream of having as a kid. I felt like I was able to love again. Maybe not in the romantic way I wanted to, but it meant so much more to me. Queerplatonic saved me from going over the edge, and I think that is a beautiful thing.

I could go into a lot more detail with this. I could tell you about my struggles with understanding my feelings for my best friend CJ, and how I thought that I had a crush on him. I could tell you about the multiple instances I never realized I did because of my lack for romantic attraction, but now look back at and think “how did that not raise flags?”. I could tell you I thought I was just scared of commitment, how I also identified as cupioromantic for a bit, how I literally went through a grieving stage with accepting I was aro, but I’ll simply leave it as this for now. It hasn’t been easy at all accepting that I was aromantic, but that label has given me the most solace and peace, because now I don’t feel like I’m scared of commitment. I don’t feel like I’m faking, like I need to hurt myself to get my dream, like I need to bend to the whims of a romantic and sexual world. I have a new way that feels so much better than bending over backwards for something I can’t have, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

And a Conclusion.

I will wave this green, white, gray and black flag with pride. I’ll wave my purple triangle one with the same intensity, and when I find out my gender, I’ll learn to wave it with pride as well. Because all of us deserved to have just that; We deserve to have pride and happiness with ourselves. No matter how you may identify, no matter who you love or what you feel like you really are, you can be and deserve to be prideful.

We deserve to wave our flags with pride. And we will have just that:

Pride.

#fanderpridemeetup

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