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namis-gf · 3 months

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Just saw that you’re open for one piece requests and thought I’d drop by.

Would you consider writing back rub and back kisses hcs for katakuri or marco please? And best of luck with the come back ^^

anon ur so insane how did u KNOW i was thinking obsessively about katakuri for the past two weeks straight... ur too good. i meant to stick closer to the prompt but the plot kinda got away from me, sorry!

summary: strawhat!reader x katakuri meet again after many years apart during the whole cake island arc. luffy has been trying to convince him to join his crew with no success, but maybe he might listen to you?

word count: 969 words / 0.9k

cw: none? i think?

whoever said katakuri was 48 year-old eldest daughter syndrome is absolutely correct. he has so many hangups when it comes to both physical and verbal affection, most of the time preferring to passively sit by and let people bother him. case in point, your captain. instead of immediately setting sail for zou to meet up with everyone, luffy has taken it upon himself to convince the minister of flour that his presence is desperately needed on his crew. permanently.

and, if you're going to be polite about it: things aren't going well. you've watched for two days straight, luffy yelling either to the gentle giant's face (which is still quite a distance from the ground), or attempting to scale the walls of katakuri's home. neither of those particularly difficult for the rubber boy, considering the house slash castle itself seems to be basically falling apart.

you wait. nami often sits by your side, either grouching about the time, plotting your captain's demise, or napping on your shoulder. chopper and brook have taken to an almost betting ring of sorts, getting the remaining residents of komugi island to guess whether their leader will stay or go. so far, the odds aren't in luffy's favour. as usual, you might add.

at the end of their fourth extra night, luffy returns to the sunny. he looks a little downtrodden, yawning, but has somehow gotten a hold of a handful of mochi. "i think katakuri was trying to kill me again, but he lost. the food he makes is really yummy though, shishishi!"

with a sigh of your own, you offer, "let me talk to him, i have an idea."

"you do?" luffy replies, mouth full of sweets, "go ahead!"

"call if you need anything!" chopper chimes in.

nami only shakes her head. "if you don't come back, we'll assume you got trampled to death or something. so don't do that please."

"don't even worry about it, i'm basically a pro social hustler," you tell them, and begin the walk to the castle.

"so you are not a bard, or a songstress, or a very small jester. your presence here confuses me, you did not seem like someone who would ever become a pirate," katakuri tells you, his tone as solemn as ever.

"is this a roundabout way of saying i don't have any talents?" you mock-gasp with flair, "oh you wound me so!"

he stares at you wordlessly. okay, it looks like jokes are off the table.

"but you missed me right?" you try instead, putting on your biggest smile. "you missed me so bad, must be why you look so grumpy all the time."

"is your captain aware of..." he pauses, considers, "does the strawhat know of your past?"

"sort of?" you shrug your shoulders, shifting forward to adjust like you aren't already lying on one of his legs (truly the world's largest couch). "there was never exactly a good time to bring it up, ya know? like how was i supposed to say 'uh hey guys, i used to work here as the world's worst gardener before i got fired'."

"hm, that does seem difficult," katakuri nods. "i could not tell how much they knew, but you are lucky that none of my siblings happened to remember you well enough to say anything."

"small blessings for sure," you do your best to contain a laugh, however the echoing chambers of an empty castle only make it louder. "anyways, cut the bullshit. you're gonna come with me, right?"

his neutral expression shifts into something like a frown, and yet you can tell he isn't exactly angry at your presumptuousness either. "i would like to accompany you. but my duties to my... mother and the family take precedence."

"and if you left, she'd send the whole gang after you."

he sighs again. "yes, that is the most probable outcome. and i would not wish to put the strawhat crew in danger."

"that's charming," you reply, "but also really stupid. and i know you aren't a dummy, right? you've been hanging around this dreary archipelago for your whole life! don't you want to, i don't know, do something? go on an adventure?"

he doesn't respond immediately, but a large hand clumsily pats your head with his pointer finger. you grin, knowing victory must be in sight. "your totally evil mom doesn't even leave her place that often, so she won't even notice that you're gone! and tell me right now that you don't think luffy would be chomping at the bit to fight her again? be serious, mochi-mochi."

all of a sudden the ground shifts under you, and you make an embarrassing yelp as you're dragged up and up and up. katakuri holds your body by the back of your shirt, and you're only partially worried that he could drop you. death by splat on marble floor isn't appealing in the slightest. you're suspended by a shirt pinched between fingers as he squints slightly, as though looking for a secret in your expression.

"fine," he eventually says, "i will go. but if something goes wrong, do not say i didn't warn you."

"ah, you're bringing me back to old times!" you hum, making a familiar grabby hand motion for him to drop you on his shoulder. "except i think uh, the last time you warned me-"

"you got fired, yes," he says amicably, but acquiesces to your request. "left or right?"

"right! i wanna look like a really mean parrot, mr. pirate," you exclaim, laughing as he drops you gently where you'd asked. feeling mischievous, you press a kiss against his neck and watch as his face goes pink. "we should probably go make sure that you won't sink the sunny, though!"

"... and you somehow did not think to check something like that before?"

FIN (FOR NOW)

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siampie · 1 day

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Get Off the Highway || Chapter 3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 2.7 k

Warnings/tags: Enemies to lovers trope, angst, childhood trauma, eldest daughter syndrome

A/N: Alright, I hope this chapter makes sense to people. It does to me but I somehow feel as though it is convoluted. And maybe it is but I hope you love it anyway. And hopefully, it’s still believable in the Supernatural universe.

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“Dude, what the hell was that?” Sam glared at his brother.

“The truth.” Dean shrugged. Sam just gave a deadpanned look. “Come on, Sammy. Do you seriously believe that the kid is cut out for hunting?”

“She did save your life before in that vampire nest. So, I’d say yes, she is.” Sam started after his brother. “Seriously, what’s your problem with her?”

“My problem is she doesn’t look like a hunter, Sam.” Dean fished his keys out of his pockets. “And she sure as hell doesn’t act like one.” Sam sighed and shook his head. “And who the hell doesn’t drink on a weekday? After a hunt?”

“Seriously, Dean?”

“What? That’s how most hunters celebrate after a hunt.” Dean reminded him. “What does she think? That she’s above us?”

“She never said that.”

“Yeah, well, she didn’t need to.” He climbed in the driver’s seat. Sam pushed out a sigh before getting in the car.

You slammed the door to your motel room behind you. Your throat was clogged up, tears rushed out of your eyes. You dropped on your bed and stopped the first onslaught of sobs by pressing your hands against your mouth. Your body racked with sobs, but you remained quiet. Not wanting anyone to hear. For which you berated yourself for, no one could hear you anyway because you were alone.

They weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of frustration and anger. You did not know how else to let out those emotions. You didn’t cry out of anger all the time. But it did happen at times. Most of the time, those tears were out of frustration. Frustration at how you had failed tonight. Frustration at how you let your fears overcome you. Frustration at how mad he sounded when he yelled at you.

You hated yelling.

“Stop being so overdramatic.” You wiped at your eyes furiously. “There is no reason for you to cry about this. Why are you like this?” You took in a shaky breath. “You’re okay. It’s okay.” Your hand rubbed at your chest, over your heart. As though, you were soothing the ache. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

After a few minutes of repeating those words to yourself as a chant, your tears had died down. You washed your face and you did the only thing you could do. You took your focused back on the hunt. Dean Winchester was wrong. You knew what you were doing. And yes, you may have messed up but you were going to fix it. Like you always did.

The monster that attacked you was not a werewolf. Neither was it a skinwalker. It was something completely different, something you had never faced before. You opened your laptop and worked the case back from square one.

You took in consideration that the victims had all been attacked and bound before they died. Which you still didn’t understand why because that creature didn’t seem as though it needed its victim to be neutralized. It was quite powerful on its own. So, why restrained its victims?

While researching, you chased away any thoughts you may have about the Winchesters. Especially Dean. You didn’t understand why he disliked you so much. You had not done anything to him. You had remained polite and cordial when you first met. Nothing had happened that you could remember, that may have soured his opinion of you. To the point where instead of comforting you after you almost died, he snapped at you. Acting like an asshole.

“Leave this to us before you get yourself killed.” You grumbled under your breath. “Like you know better than I do. I saved your life and now, you’re talking to me like I’m a kid. What a gaping asshole!” You let out a frustrated sigh, tears pressing against your eyes. “It’s okay. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. You’re going to prove him wrong. Make him eat his words.”

And eat his word, he would.

You stayed up all night to research for a monster that would feed on hearts, that wouldn’t be a werewolf or a skinwalker. And the only thing you came across that could fit the bill, was from Egyptian mythology. A creature that was called Ammit, the Devourer of the Dead. It fit the bill but you still had your doubts. You did not get a good look at it and it was dark out. You weren’t sure that the creature resembled the drawings that portrayed Ammit. However, it could explain why the victims needed to be restrained for Ammit to feed on them.

Ammit, also known as the Devourer of the Dead, was believed to be a demon rather than a deity. During the Judgment of Dead, the heart of the deceased was weighed against the feather of Ma’at, the goddess of truth. If the heart was weighted less than the feather, they were ruled to be pure and allowed to enter paradise. If their heart was weighted more than the feather, they were ruled to be impure and their heart would be devoured by Ammit. Leaving them without a soul and to wander in Limbo. Stuck between the world of the living and the dead. Restless in eternity.

You knew the victims were still alive when their hearts had been ripped from their chests. You just didn’t know why or who would do this? And that was what you needed to find out. So, on no sleep and a pounding headache, you knocked on the door of the first victim’s house. You wanted to know more about the victims, know more about their last days, their habits. Knowing more about them would give you more insight as to why they were killed.

The victims were around the same age and being in the same small town, that could only mean they had grown up together. It seemed that other the years they had grown apart. So, nothing was linking them to one another before their deaths. One of the victim’s friend had even mention a falling out. But did not mention anything more than that. Nevertheless, you had found a pamphlet for an exhibit at the local museum. An ancient Egyptian exhibition. Which only reinforced your belief that Ammit was the monster that killed those people.

You made a quick stop to the local café; your sleepless night was catching up to you. You were struggling to keep your eyes open and your yawning to a minimum. You needed some help to keep your eyes open for the rest of the day. Especially since you were planning to go at the ancient Egyptian exhibit.

With your much needed coffee in hand, sunglasses back on your face, you walked out of the local café. You had barely made it out when your elbow was roughly grabbed by none other than Dean Winchester. The rage you had felt towards him had dwindled through the day but seeing him now, your frustration and anger flared back up.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You ripped your elbow from his grasp and glared at him, from behind your dark tinted glasses. “Enjoying my coffee. What does it look like I’m doing?”

“You’re still working the case.” He retorted, jaw clenched and glaring at you.

You took a sip from your cup. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“She doesn’t—” Dean let out a frustrated sigh. “Listen, Princess, we are working the case and you talking to the vics’ families ain’t making things easy for us.”

You gave it a beat, playing with the lid of your cup. “I fail to see how this is my problem, Bucko. I mean how could I do such a thing? Clearly, you and your brother are professionals. Me talking to them shouldn’t get in the way, now, should it?” You took a step back away from them, “After all, you said it yourself, I don’t know what I’m doing.” You turned away from them and walked up to your car.

“It would be easier if we were working the case together, you know.” Sam suggested, following you. “Instead of getting in each other’s way.”

You fished out your keys. “Your brother wouldn’t agree to this.” You looked over at Dean, he was glaring at you still. “And frankly, I’d rather shoot myself in the foot than work with him. Best of luck to both of you.”

The exhibit was mostly about funerary rituals. Coincidentally, the first kill happened a few days after the exhibit had started. Meaning that the creature had come with the exhibit. Thanks to the guide, you learned that this was the first time the exhibit was put together by a young professor; Amanda Carlisle. She had gone out of town to college a few years back and made it big. She’d come back to make her hometown the first to see the exhibit she put together. Her parents were proud, and so was the whole town.

Unfortunately, as you moved to speak to the professor in question, two giants that stood out like sore thumbs in the middle of this exhibit, were already speaking with her. You glared at Dean as he sent a smug smile your way. Clearly, he was happy that he was one step ahead of you this time. You puffed out a frustrated sigh, you would not turn this into a competition with the Winchesters. Not if you could help it. You had much more important things to do.

Professor Carlisle was welcomed upon her return. A small-town girl that went to a prestigious college and came back successful. Plus, she was letting her home town benefit from that success of hers. Sharing the glory, so to speak. The victims were around her age too. Some may have been older of a few years but they were all around the same age. The victims and the professor had gone to school together. They might even have been friends. Except, they weren’t.

The best thing about small town was that everyone knew one another, and words got around fast. And it wouldn’t be too hard to get information from some the people, especially those who couldn’t wait to gossip. And boy, did they have a lot to tell you.

Amanda Carlisle was always a straight A student; it was no surprise for anyone that she would go far in life. But Amanda was never the popular kid. If her parents, her teachers and the rest of the town were proud of her, the other kids in her school did not exactly love her. You never quite understood the concept of bullying or why it happened. Was it jealousy or insecurity? Was it just because they didn’t like who she was or how she presented? No one really knew. However, it was clear for many people and known by the general public, they made her life a living hell.

And this was her revenge.

The shrill sound of your ringtone brutally pulled you out of your sleep. You blindly reached out for your phone on your bedside table.

“Yeah?” You answered groggily without checking the caller ID first. Your name was said on the other side of the line. “Sam? What’s going on?” You sat up, rubbing your eyes.

“I need your help.”

“And I don’t know what I’m doing.” You hissed at Sam as both of you walked to the back door of the museum.

“Seriously?” Sam turned to you.

“What? I’m allowed.” You talked back. “He gave me crap for being attacked. And now, he’s the one who got abducted. Don’t you think it’s a little ironic?”

Sam sighed. “It might be but—he wasn’t entirely wrong.”

You rounded on him, glaring. “Good luck on finding your brother—alone.”

“Okay, okay—” He stopped you from walking away. “He was wrong for yelling at you but I mean, you gotta admit that was pretty reckless on your part.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Yeah, well, not everyone has the luxury to have a hunting partner like you and your brother do.”

The growls of the creature reached your ears as you got closer to the office. The rattling of chains and muffled voices could be heard through the door that had been left ajar. Sam and you glanced at each other, grabbing your guns. Sam reached for the Ram’s horn in his bag, securing it. He had told you they already faced an Egyptian deity in the past, and the Ram’s horn had incapacitated the deity. With no real lore on how to stop Ammit, you went with his suggestion.

Dean was bound to a large table in the middle of the room. Ammit was held in a cage while Amanda looked at her lovingly.

“Let’s step away from the demon.” You aimed your gun at the professor. “And keep your hands where I can see them.”

Amanda turned to you slowly, wearing a smirk on her face. “I got him exactly where I want him.” She said as her eyes moved away from you over to Dean. “I know what he did to you.” Her eyes moved back to you. “He humiliated you, yelled at you. He deserves what’s coming to him.”

“Like they all did, right?” You countered.

“The poor girl tried to survive the aftermath of her humiliation but she couldn’t.” You frowned at her words. “She was too weak. She needed me. And so do you.”

With a flick of her hand, she opened the cage and unleashed Ammit. The demon pounced on you, tackling you to the ground. You fired your gun as you fell backwards. The wind got knocked out of your lungs. Ammit’s breath hit your face as you tried to push her away. Your gun had been knocked out of your hands.

“SAM,” You called, your voice strained. Ammit reared back as Sam stabbed it in the back. The demon writhed in pain, falling to the ground. Dean had been freed, was now fighting off Amanda. She shoved Dean away, his back hit one of the walls. Sam aimed his gun at her, without even lifting a finger, the gun flew out of Sam’s hands. She marched onto him, furious. She grabbed the lapels of his jacket and lifted him off of the ground. You turned to the creature on the ground, she was still writhing in pain. You moved to take out the Ram’s horn from her back.

“This is all your fault.” Amanda grabbed your shoulders as you turned to face her. She was furious, enraged. “I was trying to help you.”

“Yeah, I didn’t ask for it.” And you stabbed her in the neck with the Ram’s horn. Her eyes shone with purple lights, her body suddenly and quickly decaying, turning into a mummy, before she fell to the ground. And the demon vanished into thin air.

You threw your bag in the passenger seat, Sam and Dean were standing behind you. Sam cleared his throat before he nudged his brother.

“Look—”

“Don’t bother.” You shoved your hands in your pockets. “It’s already forgiven.”

“What?” Dean scrunched up his eyebrows.

“You were going to apologize, right?”

“Apologize for what?” Dean asked back.

“Oh, I don’t know, Bucko.” You shook your head. “Maybe for yelling at me in the woods. How about that?”

“So what? You can’t handle a little yelling?”

“I can handle yelling. Doesn’t mean I have to. Especially, after I almost got killed.” You glared at him.

“Well, someone has to tell you when you’re screwing up.” Dean stepped closer to you. “And you screwed up that night.”

“For the love of Aphrodite, you think you know better than me, don’t you?”

“Oh, Princess, I know better than you.” Dean continued. “And let me tell you, you’re not—”

“Alright, enough,” Sam placed himself between you and his brother. “Seriously—” Sam put a hand on your shoulder. “Thanks for your help.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled at the youngest Winchester. “At least, one of you is appreciative.” You turned to Dean with a smirk. “Can’t say the same for everyone.” Dean rolled his eyes, letting out a groan. “Anyway, I gotta fly. And words of advice, you should do the same.”

Sam pulled you in a quick hug, catching you by surprise. “Call if you need anything.”

“Yeah, will do.” You smiled at him as he pulled away. You sent a nod Dean’s way. “Bucko.”

“Princess.” He answered in kind.

You climbed in your truck and drove off.

“You know I gotta give it to her.” Dean started as he and his brother walked to the Impala.

“What?”

“She’s a decent hunter.”

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lincolnmkicks · 1 year

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more hero is larks daughter ramblings and predictions under the cut spoilers for s2 of dndads!!!! also this was like. at 1am. so any typos or anything are just bc i was soup brained sorry ;;

people forgetting hero exists drive me crazy. i cannot see a way that norm is actually larks son unless hero was born out of wedlock (bc i think they mention explicitly lark slept with rebecca the night before sparrow married her???? or smth??? let me go back. OKAY WENT BACK AND HOLY SHIT apparently lark just only now told sparrow abt fucking rebecca and larks like “oh i knew but it was too awkward to talk about so i let it slide :)” and lark explicitly states he fucked rebecca while shr was engaged to sparrow) which. idk i feel like. sparrow is so desperate for normality would he really not jsut. marry rebecca the second he realizes shes pregnant with hero?

so to me. i think narratively my prediction. if we go with the hero is larks kid theory. and not scary is larks kid. is that. so hero was an unexpected baby. hero wasnt intentional. maybe she was born on a day that made it plausible she was either of their kid. sparrow, never quite sure and never able to BE sure bc he and lark r twins obv. named hero. well hero incthe most petty move EVER. a constant reminder of what lark Did. not just sleeping with his wife but a reminder of the unsung hero needed to release the doodler. hero is not just a reminder of larks guilt snd mistakes. shes a reminder of *henry*. and maybe that inadvertently makes sparrow distant from her as well. i dont know which way sparrows relationship with henry went. part of me wonders if maybe lark was closer wjth mercedes and sparrow was closer with henry. who knows. im ramblings and off topic but anyway.

maybe sparrows distant with hero bdcause shes not his daughter. becaude he *knows*, potentially, she might Not be his. and sparrow doesn’t want that because thats not *normal* its not *conventional*. this also explains him marrying centrist rebecca (does not explain what wa sin her pussy to make lark wanna hit it too if im correct abt him being closer to mercedes. maybe im off and he was closer to autumn. idk). maybe hero already felt eldest daughter syndrome, compounded by the fact that her birth dad feels shame and guilt not just bc of her name and the circumstances of her brith but also bc he just doesnt feel worthy of bejng a father. arms length and all that.

and so. NORMAL. normal is guaranteed sparrows son now. in this version of events. and its perfect now its fine because normal is his normal is his son and not larks. sparrow is happy. forget about hero she doesnt count because shes mayeb not his. forget her. and then normal isnt. normal. hes weird. he wears a mascot suit all tbe time. he doesnt realize people laugh at him not with him. and thats not okay. thats wrong. thats Out of the Ordinary that interrupts the daily flow and its JJST BARRY AGAIN. its JUST barry but maybe even WORSE. because barry believed his son superior. sparrow thinks his son is lesser.

sparrow likes his son fine but hes not proud of him. he doesnt wanna show him off. LARK. though. uncle lark is Everytbing. theres no shame attached to normal liek there js to hero. hero’s his brith child and hed mess it up but hey. he cant do worse to normal than sparrow has. and maybe lark sees a bit of himself in norm. sees a kid who wasnt accepted by his father. who wasnt as Respected because sparrow was a love wolf and lark wasnt. lark looks at normal and can see him get crushed under a giant pyramid. lark looks at normal and worries hed be the next lord of chaos.

so lark. co parents. he cares for norm. he pretends fo be his brother to apologize for the bullshit he said. he does—in his fucked up, traumatized way—his best to prepare norm for things he might experience. theres no shame attached to norm like there is hero because hero’s birth almost ruined sparrow. ruined his perfect life with hsi perfect wife. so lark can step up when sparrow. cant. or doesnt. lark supports norm. maybe to make up for whst he cant do for hid actual daughter.

also im biased but i like lark having a daughter a lot. in a show where everyone has sons ofc the one who has a daughter (a BIRTH daughter, too, so still a first even if i love terry and scary) is LARK. fhats prob why i prefer lark ebing hero or scarys dad to norms. anyways.

where does that leave hero? who doesnt have sparrows adoration and attention because she might not be his. who doesnt have larks because she MIGHT be.

well…………………. maybe scary breaks free from willy’s manipulation. maybe willy needs somebody to help him pull the strings from his side. maybe willy can step up not for taylor, but for somebody else. somebody who has TWO male adults in her life who push her aside for her baby brother. and willy really needs daddy magic. so maybe. maybe just maybe.

willy finds an unsung hero in a different way.

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idk-ig · 9 months

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The Olympians’ Birth Order

So you know all those stereotypes about birth order? Apply that to the gods and you’ve got a pretty good idea of the birth order. At least, you do in my head cannon. Hear me out.

Ok, you know oldest daughter syndrome? They have their dad’s temper and mom’s attitude, right? That’s Athena and you can’t change my mind. Hestia too, honestly.

They know when everyone’s birthday is. They solve their siblings problems (in VERY different ways, yes).

Who do you go to when you need a nice safe spot? Hestia.

Who is the responsible one? Athena. Who does mom (step mom) go to for back up in the Iliad? It’s freaking Hera and Athena all the way.

Dionysus and Zeus are the babies. They get away with EVERYTHING. The parenting is completely different. Dionysus is the stereotypical lax parenting. He literally parties in the woods and watches plays all day. He is the GOD OF ALCOHOL. He’s insane.

But Hermes is the really baby. Dionysus came so late he barely counts. But Hermes stole Apollo’s cows as a baby and charmed his way out of it. The baby is mom and dad’s favorite? Well I don’t know about you, but I’ve heard that the only obviously-an-affair kid of Zeus’s (Athena doesn’t count) that Hera likes is…Hermes. Does Zeus get mad at Hermes? Ever? The parenting is rather lax imho. He’s the trickster god but he gets away with it. He runs wild, like a youngest sibling but everyone likes him anyway. He’s the baby. Dionysus is like the kid brother that your parents had after they thought they couldn’t have another one. And Zeus? Well…they do say parents learn how to parent through trial and error with the first kids. But by the time Zeus was born? Rhea knew what to do to protect him. He’s literally king. He is spoiled and mom indulges him. He spent his childhood singing and dancing and being spoiled.

It’s pretty clear that the elder Olympians’ birth order is Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, and then Zeus. They act like it. Hestia is the eldest, Zeus is the baby. The middle kids are somewhat forgettable (as forgettable as gods can be, anyway) unless they MAKE themselves noticed. Hades is the quiet, low key, middle kid. Demeter switches between full blown mom and behavioral liability so she is the line between older siblings and middle kids. Hera and Poseidon make sure you can’t ignore them. They both have raging tempers and they will not be overlooked, thank you very much.

Now, more interestingly…the younger Olympians.

Athena is the oldest. Metis was the first wife, I don’t care when she popped out of Zeus’s head, she has eldest daughter AND oldest sister energy. She helps dad and step-mom.

Then it’s pretty clearly Ares and then Hephaestus. Why?

Well Ares is the jerk older brother. Will protect his mama but bullies all his younger siblings. Can’t really touch his older sister though.

Hephaestus is next. He’s the closest in age to Ares of the younger siblings so he’s the one Ares bullies the worst. Hephaestus is the quiet middle kid. He’s got mad skills, but he’s often forgotten about amongst the notability of his siblings around him. He’s the nice middle kid though.

He’s the one in the older half that gets along with Athena, the oldest daughter. The two could spend time together inside while Ares was outside wrestling and playing sports and bullying the other kids. He took more after Athena than either of his parents as a result.

Then we have the twins: Artemis and Apollo.

Artemis is older, according to myth and it makes sense (not that I’m saying any of this is mythically accurate at all). She delivered Apollo and has been looking out for him ever since. Apollo is definitely the little brother trying to protect his big sister.

Artemis loves her twin, genuinely. She takes after Athena, her only Olympian sister (and the oldest sister). They are both fiercely independent. They’re both virgins. They have wildly different domains and temperaments but somehow, they are similar. They represent things man can never conquer. Artemis is the hunt, the chase. Once you catch it, it’s not a hunt anymore. Athena is simply above, on a cerebral level, carnal impulses. They are both touchy about specific things.

They are complements in personality in some ways, but definitely friends. Artemis goes to Athena for advice. The only times, Athena will venture out of her normal path is to visit Artemis in the woods. They can talk about stuff.

Artemis…doesn’t like men. But who can blame her? She was born between Ares and Hephaestus on one side and Apollo and Hermes (and eventually Dionysus) on the other. Two very different duos who are definitely preoccupied with each other. Artemis is the lonely barrier between the duos.

Athena is way older than her and occupied at this point. Her father paid attention to her when she was born but, being the dead middle, we don’t see Zeus interacting with Artemis myths all that much. Or remembering she is a thing that exists. (Yes, she’s Zeus’ favorite in Percy Jackson and I could see him really liking her but still, I don’t see them crossing paths very often compared to her siblings with Zeus.) She doesn’t get along with Hera or Aphrodite and, often, she’s out hunting so sometimes it’s easy to…not forget about her, per se, but she can be absent, kind of like Hephaestus in his forges.

Apollo is the sun. He likes it when everything revolves around him. He demands attention and he’s naturally gifted so it’s easy for him to be the middle kid who manages to steal the spotlight. He steals it from all the middle kids. Athena, Apollo, and that crazy one Dionysus. Those are memorable younger Olympians. And, of course, musicians survive off having the attention on their work. Same with authors and poets. He’s talents at both AND he’s a doctor, too. He’s got great grades and great hair.

Then we get to Hermes and Dionysus. I’ve told you about them.

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azulas-lightning-bolt · 2 months

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just looked at my last post and grimaced,, sorry guys. (who is guys. there is like one person who cares 😭🙏🏼) I’ll be splitting them up into a couple more separate drafts now and scheduling them to post so I look slightly less insane!

anyway remember how I mentioned the brothers’ complicated relationships with food while homeless and how it damages me viscerally in my soul. I’m gonna talk about that again.

eldest daughter here. if you didn’t see my last post,, go take a peek at me going absolutely insane over mako. or don’t. but I might reference some of my comments on his severe case of eldest daughter syndrome in this post.

CW: mild disordered eating/ intentional starvation and poverty

if any of that is triggering please don’t continue reading :]

so. we all know the classic trope, “mako gives up a meal for bolin to get full portions and lies that he’s already eaten/not hungry”

bolin is kind of chubbed up by canon—he’s not short on muscle mass the way your typical recovering poor kid would be. so. I thought of my own brother and I. he’s pretty strong, broad shoulders and could body most average dudes.

we grew up (still are growing up) poor. not homeless, but we struggle through paychecks and bad luck after bad luck. infestations, medical bills (so many medical bills), school events, school tuition (because my dad has always insisted we can be better than they ever were with the right education. he barely went to school at my age), extracurricular costs, supplies for what few hobbies they could fund, car repairs and gas and food and the rare birthday gifts and trips we really can’t afford.

there’s not always dinner after school. there’s rarely breakfast in the mornings. my brother is a big dude and he’s still growing. he’s hungry.

something tells me bolin was the same. I’ve turned down some of the best smelling dinners my dad has ever made (he’s quite a chef) because it’s a small portion and he’s hungry.

mako only has one fish, cooking it above a small, self-conjured fire. bolin has been complaining about how hungry he is since mako got back, and y’know, on second though bo, I had a snack before I got here. I’m not really all that hungry anymore.

and it becomes routine. on a good day, there is food for them both. there are not many good days without money. so mako’s never really hungry anymore. he at one point stopped eating and sleeping for far too long periods and he’d been passing out.

that was quickly remedied. he was eating three meals bo, yes there’s plenty of salt, no he’s not feeling dizzy, yes he already ate, he’s not lying, there is no more hunger.

and soon it starts feeling true. his appetite only exists when the dizziness that’s become a companion manifests as black spots in his eyes. it feels like choking, forcing anything more than a few crackers and a drink down his throat. it aches more than the hunger does.

does this count as a vent lol?? wasn’t intended that way but ig I just literally me-ified mako. oops.

much love, keep yourselves safe and happy to whatever extent you’re able. you deserve to heal ♡

#mako lok #lok #legend of korra #disordered eating cw #kind of #eldest daughter core #eldest daughter syndrome #mako my specialest boy #he’s literally me #vent #ig??#im not really sure because it wasn’t supposed to be #but mako is so angstable #lol

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alolannraichuu · 1 year

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does it count as 'eldest daughter syndrome' if you're the only daughter/sister of your parents/siblings

#rangernetmission.txt #using daughter and sister as descriptors in this situation/that was i was raised as lol

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marinecorvid · 2 years

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Finally finished pokemon white (beating alder. Twice actually bc I wasn’t satisfied w my first run through) and Hilda <3 in my heart she’s a grungy carabiner-utilizer who wears the same clothes until they’re no longer wearable. The first thing she bought for herself with her first league paycheck was get a classic pair of doc martens (also has freckles. Very important). extensive headcanons under the cut

In my head all the games events happened over the course of a little over a year (starting from late 2011 autumn/winter cusp to early 2013 winter/spring) though plasma was metaphorically poking the bear for years prior until it reached a boiling point, coincidentally just when she finally had the chance to have a fun road trip with her gf and mean gay bestie. (Cheren chasing plasma thru castelia city: LETS GO LESBIANS! RUNNING THROUGH CASTELIA WITH A PACK OF WILD LESBIANS)

has a tendency to be blunt to the point of rudeness. tries to stay in her lane, but will finish shit if you start it. short temper, but very devoted to her friends n family, love language is acts of service. perpetually tired feeling, resting bitch face, but has a fun streak her pokemon and younger cousins (foremost being nate) can easily draw out. worked on her family’s tepig farm prior to going out into the world from the time she was young and doing a short stint in customer service rather than physical labor changed her for the worse (people disregarding rules abt where they can and cant go in the barns, feeding the pokemon outside food, nearly falling in the pignite paddock etc etc) and lowered her patience reserves to near zero. ran track in high school, grew up going to tailgate parties and bonfires and drinking cheap beer someone’s older brother bought bc there’s nothing better to do. adventuring out in unova and being in The Nature really decreases her stress and makes her general demeanor much less agitated/snappish

gets a little better on the mildly judgemental but “that’s none of my business” thing she’s got going after the N/Ghetsis final fight; dual character development of N and Hilda learning that someone else’s different worldview/way of thinking isn’t inherently bad/weird. simultaneously embraces and resents hero of ideals status; embraces giving in to her desires and wants and getting involved in stuff because she wants to (eldest daughter syndrome/grew up in a financially challenged household so didn’t apply to any college or technical school bc she didn’t want to put any financial strain on the household), but resents being initially shoved into the position by N and eventually the league.

she also resents technically being hailed as champion after beating N (who was also technically champion) but the board of directors made a rule deciding champion titles awarded with legendaries don’t count due to their godlike abilities in battle and told her if she wants to count as champion she has to fight them again without zekrom. (words can’t describe how angry-indignant she was. you practically strongarm her into the position then tell her actually she doesn’t get the respect and benefits and dignity?? cheren’s ears were ringing)

i know some ppl headcanon her as kinda getting along with N during the game and trying to reason with him, but not this hilda. girl was down to kick ass from first impromptu battle. N has to trick her with a zoroark illusion to get him on that ferris wheel and she nearly socks him in the face for it. only until Ghetsis earns his #1 father of the year award does it really sink in oh wow this guy was actually just a tool his whole life

used a variety of pokemon early in journey, releasing some and trading others to less intensive trainers locally once they felt they reached a threshold of battling they weren’t comfortable with. most consistent pokemon she’s had with her are neidr the serperior, llyffant the seismitoad, and gantroed the scolipede, eventually joined by adar the archeops, ysbryd the jellicent, and minipete the emolga for the final VS N battle. felt immense pressure to have a “competitive” battle team after passing driftveil city, kinda had a breakdown, chilled out and stayed with the pokemon she had connections with.

however, does restructure her team post-Ghetsis bc one) very rough battle, long term recovery and two) realistically if she wants to continue battling professionally/competitively, she doesn’t want pokemon not interested in battling so intensely to get hurt. she adds 4 new pokemon to the party, keeping neidr and llyffant: tyranitar, galvantula, haxorus, hydreigon. her preferred pokemon are largely tanks, with neidr providing niche coverage (serperior moveset sucks in bw) and galvantula thunder waving and then volt switching. also thunder w compound eyes is based

full name is Hilda Gwynne, will tell you to call her Gwyn if she likes you. notorious lemonade lover. cheap shitty motel inhabitor. snowball fight enthusiast. twin sibling of hilbert (lives with his aunt in iccirus). father was a member of team rocket. thinks garbador is the coolest guy ever. went briefly diving in undella bay with and without cynthia, thinks it’s cursed and never wants to go back down. doesn’t know why shadow triad gave her the adamant + lustrous + griseous orbs and doesn’t want to find out, had them interred in dragonspiral tower in secret. the zekrom i got is defiant + bold natured which means xey’re nearly as stubborn as hilda and generally hostile to anyone she doesn’t explicitly like. when xey were still in dark stone form minipete (an emolga you can get via trade in mistralton) was practically entranced by it, constantly wanting to look at it, cheeks sparking whenever he touched it; now whenever xey’re sunbathing behind the barns, minipete’s the only one allowed to perch on xem. worked briefly with dr fennel, a pioneer in dream study and the entralink, and then did nothing else with that academic connection. thinks deerling are super cute. accidentally picked up a zorua in castelia city at some point and had looney toons shenanigans trying to get it home to lost woods. nickelback and carrie underwood fan. enjoys going mudding in her ma’s old pickup truck with the volume cranked up so high it rattles someone else’s car and still managing to holler loudly enough to be heard (she did a significant amount of this in the immediate aftermath of beating N as stress relief). can shout + pitch her voice real loud + deep. born during an early october snowstorm, has always had a fascination with storms of any kind. nicknames all her Pokémon in poke-welsh

mysteriously goes missing after leaving home to search for N; had semi-regularly with her mother and friends, but after being reportedly spotted around lacunosa town some time ago, seems to have vanished off the face of the earth except for three of her pokemon (archeops, scolipede, and emolga) found nearby, exhausted and nearly comatose, suffering extreme hypothermia despite being found during summertime.

#pokemon bw #pokemon black and white #hilda #redesign #kind of #my art #anyways time to go fight cynthia. wish me luck

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problematiquearts · 1 year

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the Definitive strilonde robin preferences this is all objective opinion. ive got no narratives im pushing

Dirk: would fucking love Tim Drake. I dont think tim is his first robin at all, but tim would end up being his favorite in the end. tim is ride or die for his friends, a lil unhinged, and has that 'everything is my fault forever' kind of mentality that i think dirk would relate to too hard at first and then, ultimately on going to therapy and putting the work in, would look back on with a fond kind of exasperation. But in the end, he has a soft spot for Stephanie Brown that's a mile fucking wide. You look at that girl and tell me he wouldn't project Roxy onto her. When asked his favorite robin he will say Steph', but if you ask him who he relates to it's a Tim.

Hal: Damien. Next question.

Bro: lol his fave is Azrael Jason Todd, but only post resurrection Jason ala under the red hood 'the only way everything is good is if it's under my control' behavior. This is a man who would look at batjokes and call it relationship goals. Unhinged <3 He doesn't like any of the robins when they're robin, but Damien is the one he tolerates the most as robin, if only because he knows what it's like to be a hyper competent baby with a sword that everyone says he shouldnt have and he respects the murder. Prefers the injustice timeline where he kills Dick on accident and gets abandoned by the family for it because he's a jaded old fuck who assumes that the worst will always happen forever.

Roxy: Projects deeply onto Dick Grayson. Eldest Daughter Syndrome is a bitch when youre an only child and only she and dick grayson understand. real 'you are the only bitch here who gets me' hours. The silly goofs, the look at me all the time or I'll combust discowing suit mellowing out into the one with their shit together TM? the fact that their shit is still not together and the only thing in the fridge is dubious food and a wilted head of lettuce because they were going to eat a salad but kept putting it off is also in character. yeah Dick Grayson is her poor little meow meow (and she projects a lil onto the aforementioned Stephanie Brown for obvious reasons)

Mom: Ace the Bathound! She watched Kypto the superdog growing up and she counts him as a robin because what else would he be? (in truth shes doesnt have much of an opinion. but she does think it's funny how Bro would get pissy with her for saying it. she can be a little bit of a troll. for funsies) I think she'd like Lucius Fox for human batfam members. Alfred as well, she loves a charming man.

Rose: Her favorite batfam member is Barbara or Kate, but her favorite robin is probably Duke. I think his search for his family would probably just hit her too close to home not to immediately latch onto him. Plus he's really smart, like trained to take down the riddler smart? Like refused to be a robin and is only an ex-robin by technicality smart. (and rose would love arguing both that he does and doesn't count as a robin depending on who's asking because she would think it's funny)

Rosalind (alpha mom): Huntress, but the og Huntress would be a get for her. a little bit more modern and she's saying Kate as well. Jason is her favorite Robin, but only conceptually. She hates most comics he's in and has taken to writing her own version of him that using bits of canon she likes. as is the prerogative of all comic fans eventually. All blades Jason + magical pit rage as a metaphor for ptsd is her canon

Dave: Difficult one... I think, much like Rose, he's got a favorite batfam member but his favorite robin is harder for me to pin down. Cassandra's backstory gets to him. I think he'd have a soft spot for her and Harper Row? Terry McGinnis is his favorite though. No Doubt. hes the perfect age for animated series batman beyond to be his Go To batman that all other batmen must stack up to. Sorry, bruce wayne whomst? As for robins... hm. I think he might genuinely not care? I can't say one that sticks out to me as dave bait in particular. i dont know. I could see robin jason having his own appeal to Dave. A sweet kid that's put into terrible circumstances, becoming a symbol of protection and safety to people just like him would really appeal to him. I think Jason's death would fucking gut him though and I dont wanna subject dave to that :(

Davesprite: For Sure Jason now, but he says it's Tim. Tim being replaced as Robin probably fucks with him the first time he reads the "Bruce lost in the time stream" arc.

David (alpha bro): His fave is Selena Kyle (which is dubious on how in the batfam she is depending on the writer, but she is in his heart) I know this man still watches Saturday morning cartoons on the reg, so he also latches onto Terry as soon as he see him, but... (and this is sacrilege David, I could have you burned at the stake as a witch for this) ... he considers Terry a Robin.

#inane blatherings #thats the post thank u gn 😴 💤 💓

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 3 days

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Fenton Siblings

by Vyheris The Fenton siblings stick together. There was never any question about it. Even when Danny accidentally half killed them with the portal accident. He tripped, okay? Who puts the on switch inside the damn thing anyways!? Even when Danielle had that one murderous phase, thinking she needed to prove herself. It was Vlad's fault for trying to manipulate her to his side. Even when Dan went on a rampage and destroyed most of Amity Park. In his defense he thought they all died for real this time. Jazz was the only exception, though the others begged to differ if they counted all the times she decked them after each of the listed incidents. So what if it was deserved? The point is, despite everything, they will always have each other's back even against their own parents. Or the Fenton siblings run away together after a reveal gone wrong. They end up in Gotham and find themselves inexplicably entangled with the Wayne family. To make matters worse, the Bats are seemingly everywhere, so it might only be a matter of time before one of them slips up and uses their powers in front of the 'no metas' Batman. Is it too much to hope that half ghosts don't count as metas in his book? Words: 1069, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Dan Phantom, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Fenton Siblings AU, No One Knows Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom, Dan Tries to be a Good Big Brother, Protective Jazz Fenton, Danielle "Dani" Phantom is Called Ellie, Danielle "Dani" Phantom is a Little Shit, Danny Fenton and Danielle "Dani" Phantom are Siblings, Vigilantism, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Dick Grayson Has Eldest Daughter Syndrome, Jason Todd Has Issues, Tim Drake Needs Therapy, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Damian Wayne is a Little Shit, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Damian Wayne is Robin, Batfamily Shenanigans (DCU), Neglectful Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Based on a Tumblr Post, no beta we die like Danny Fenton, Does it count as Major character death if they died before the start of the story via https://ift.tt/MEsgkrV

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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pinkseas · 3 years

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so many tubbo fans are eldest siblings and im just thinking about like.

c!tubbo

being shut down any time he tries to be open or honest about how he feels

having his emotions not taken seriously

being manipulated or lied to or hurt or taken advantage of or used as a means to an end over and over again with no regards to his feelings whatsoever

reaching a point where he’s constantly minimizing his own emotions, repressing them, and assuming people don’t actually care about how he feels and even if they did it wouldn’t matter because he shouldn’t feel that way in the first place

reaching a point where he’s only able to openly talk about emotions or trauma when he’s either alone and talking to himself, talking to someone he assumes will forget so there’s no consequence to honesty, or so emotionally shattered that hes physically unable to repress the emotion in that moment

asking others for validation of his own emotions and whether or not he’s allowed to feel

every around him younger or older assuming he’s fine and perfectly capable of looking after himself

some people in positions of power over him or people who’ve flat out witnessed how often he’s used as a means to an end still assuming he’s fine, he doesn’t know what it’s like to be hurt or powerless, or still deciding to then use them themselves regardless of how much they know it’s happened

people in positions of power over him forcing him to make unreasonable, horrific choices where neither option is good so that the responsibility for the inevitable negative consequences falls on his shoulders instead of theirs

being called a yes man and spending a very long time never sticking up for himself, feeling purposeless when he doesnt have someone asking him to fulfill their purpose or using him for some end goal

attempting to carve out a life for himself but not actually knowing how to prioritize his own safety or wellbeing and not caring enough for himself or his own health to know what he wants in life anyways

and even now on the bear smp with beep, like,

outright being rude, lying, talking over, deflecting, changing the subject, going quiet, or straight up shutting people down any time anything vaguely emotional is brought up or aimsey tries to learn more about him as a person

talking about this past significance he had and power he held only to end up banished and have everything he knew stripped away from him, creating something on his own but seeming to find no real joy or meaning in its existence (being miserable even living in a galaxy potentially of his own creation)

simultaneously seeming to actually like aimsey and be attached to her, either trying not to express that he wants her around and failing to hide it out of desperation to keep her company, or just flat out not knowing how to express that he doesn’t want to be alone even as he’s trying

overall struggling a fair bit with actually expressing emotion, either not caring to or clearly being unused to it even when someone is actively asking him about himself or how he feels

like damn this man’s two biggest characters, in order of creation, are just the downfall of eldest daughter syndrome* no wonder it’s a bunch of oldest siblings watching his content

edit: i was wrong ive been corrected c!tubbo is in fact middle child syndrome who all the eldest daughters flock to

#*eldest daughter syndrome does NOT mean you have to be a daughter #if you were raised as the eldest sibling in your household and held to unreasonably high standards either emotionally academically or both #it Counts #tubbo #c!tubbo #bear smp tubbo #mau rambles

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