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hannahmanderr · 1 year

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DannyMay Day 6 - Eclipse

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Summary: "My dad doesn't like to share his dreams. I wonder if his dreams are anywhere close to as strange as mine." (using this prompt as an excuse to post an excerpt from the second-gen fic I'm working on, aptly titled "Eclipsed")

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My dad doesn’t like to share his dreams. It’s always struck me as the silliest thing, though, since he’ll come to the breakfast table talking about the weird dream he had the night before. Only he won’t actually talk about what was in the dream, he’ll just say it was a weird dream. Or a bad one. He rarely ever mentions having good dreams, but I think he likes to keep those ones to himself. Can’t say I blame him for that.

The point is, we all know he has dreams, but we don’t actually know what happens in them. The few times it’s come up in conversation with my friends, they’ve made wild speculations about all the different ghosts and all the different wackiness he probably sees, given the crazy stuff he’s seen and been through over the years.

My aunt has worked for more than a decade on her theories about “the subconscious processings of spectral entities,” or something like that at least. She’s had a lot of long chats with ghosts like Nocturne and Morpheus, trying to nail down the hows and whats and whys of the dreams of ghosts (at least, for the ghosts who can dream). With this sort of knowledge, she usually doesn’t guess too much at what my dad’s dreams contain. Even if she did know, I doubt she’d share, though.

My other aunt, on the other hand, has told me all kinds of dreams she’s had, even the bad ones. For being so closely related to my dad, she’s much more of an open book than he is. I once asked her if she thought they dreamed about the same things, but she kind of brushed it off. My aunt being herself, she quipped about how no one could even begin to measure up to the infinite realm of her mind. “It’s even bigger than the actual Infinite Realms,” she told me.

There was one morning a few years ago when he came downstairs and he looked way worse than normal. He mentioned something about a dream, and I made the dumb mistake of asking him what it was about. He just gave me the longest, saddest look and literally vanished from the room. He apologized to me after I got home from school, but I can’t get the hollow, anguished look in his eyes out of my memory.

I decided not to ask him about his dreams again after that day.

It’s probably for the best anyway. My dad has been through a lot of weird and stressful stuff, way more than the normal person. I kind of agree with my friends; that stuff probably manifests in some pretty bizarre ways. I still wonder how he has the mental fortitude to deal with it all, but I guess nearly three decades of being one of the only human-ghost hybrids in existence teaches you some things.

Still though, I wonder if his dreams are anywhere close to as strange as mine.

Case in point: the dream playing out in front of me. Don’t ask me how I knew it was a dream; it wasn’t a lucid dream, and I wasn’t totally aware that it was a dream. The fact that it was a dream just kind of lingered in the back of my mind. One of those things you know is true once you’re actually consciously aware of it, but until then it’s just not something you acknowledge.

This dream was weirder than most of mine, which was definitely saying something. Normally they like to follow some sort of plot or slice-of-life type deal, as bizarre as they can turn out to be. This one, it was way more abstract. Glimpses of random places, snippets of different situations, all whirling past me in an almost blur.

There was a beach, with sand that glittered in a million shades of gold and water so black that it seemingly swallowed up any light that touched it. The air was thick and still, almost suffocating me. A crimson sun hung in the sky, partially obscured by a black moon sliding in front of it. The distant thrum of an indiscernible beat pulsed through the air, vibrating with a power I could almost touch, but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from and so I turned and -

There was a shimmery, deep pink dragonfly the size of my head. Beady black eyes watched me with an air of curiosity. The hum of its wings was hypnotic and endless, and with each beat they shed flecks of what I could only describe as stardust. A hazy aura surrounded its entire body and glinted off of the gold sand, but -

I blinked, and I was falling through the icy cold water. Darkness surrounded me, so much so that I couldn’t even see my own hands flailing desperately in front of my face. Through the muffled pulsing, I could hear the water whispering to me - no, not the water, the darkness - in a voice that grated on my ears and pierced me to my core and I wanted to cover my ears and just get away but water rushed into my nose and throat and I could only continue drowning and -

The dragonfly pulled me along behind it, my wrist grasped firmly in its back two legs. Was I still underwater? I couldn’t tell. The water wasn’t flooding my lungs anymore, but the hum of the dragonfly’s wings felt muffled and bubbly. Its radiating glow prevented the darkness from coiling itself around me, but the whispers still bit at the tips of my ears. They wanted me to listen closer, to listen closer, to let it tell me its secrets, to turn around and look and see -

A flash of blue light blinded me and I found myself falling again, this time through air so hot and dry that every last bit of water on my body evaporated in moments. It filled my lungs with a stifling heat and tore my screams from my throat. The sea of shadows had given way to a blood red sky, but the whispers kept tickling the back of my mind, begging to invade me again full force, and there, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw -

The dragonfly was crying silent, silvery tears. It laid helplessly on the crumbling stone bridge I stood on, but it was at least a couple hundred yards away. Even with the distance I could still see the spiderweb cracks across its wings and how it no longer shed stardust and how its shimmer had dulled and tarnished and how its tears pooled like a mirror beneath it and -

I could still hear the darkness, those grating whispers pulling at my consciousness. If only I would just stay still for a moment, if only I would just let it swallow me up, I would see that I never stood a chance, that it would be so much easier if -

I ran and ran and ran, away from the looming shadows behind me, away from the sky falling in glassy pieces all around me, away from the rumbling bridge threatening to collapse any minute, away from the whispers that crescendoed into deafening roars that clawed at me and left angry red marks on my skin and -

I blinked again and the dragonfly was cradled in my arms and -

I blinked again and the dragonfly was snagged by a tendril of darkness and -

I blinked again and the bridge finally gave out under my feet and I fell deep into the darkness below and -

- this time I didn’t stop falling.

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay2023 #dannymay 2023 #second gen #danny phantom second gen #oc #danny phantom oc #i'm so excited about this story but it's taking me forever to write lol #bonus points if you can manage to guess what i've named danny's kid lol

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girlgroupnetwork · 1 year

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Nana in Shampoo Era

— for anon

#flashing tw #nana #imjinah #after school #orange caramel #kpop #second gen #femaleidol #femaleidolsedit #dazzlingidolsedit #kgoddesses #femaleidols #ultkpopnetwork #idolady #kpopstages #secondgenidol #*gifs #request #by iive

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I just thought of an willemmy HC. In NF it was mentioned that emmy took over the baking once grandmere got too weak. I feel like baking is definitely a hobby of hers. Anyways the hc is that when it’s will’s bday she’d surprise him and bake him a homemade cake. will would obviously want to return the favor so on her bday he would attempt to make her a bday cake by following a recipe online. the cake would probably be badly frosted but she loves it nonetheless bc he at least tried. when they have kids she does the same for them but now will and kids would be involved. for example when it’s indie’s bday em, will, finn and will iv would all help in baking the cake and it’d be a surprise and they would do that for all the kids. when it’s em’s bday will and the kids would surprise her with a cake and vice versa when it’s will’s bday. I feel like it’d be a cute tradition for the graysons especially bc em baked with her mom and grandmere and it would be like she still has a part of them with her.

this is so freaking cute. I can imagine the frosted lettering running out of room and having to curve around the side.

But I also just love when people take mistakes and instead of seeing them as a thing they have to go through, turn it into a nice tradition, something they can find joy in. It's very endearing, so this is perfect (It reminds me, I know this family that, on the parent's anniversary, everyone in the family exchanges a present. Because they're not just celebrating their marriage, but everything that came with it, kids and all; the whole family. This has the same feeling and I love it).

I definitely think Em would want to pass down her experiences and recipes. Since baking is a science and II seems to be more... academically inclined than the others, maybe II will find something other than his games that interests him.

Either way, I can imagine all the kids laughing as, yet again, they have to teach their dad how to bake a cake.

"More sugar will make it sweeter!" "No, dad, you can't just pour in whatever you want. You have to use the cup! Like mom said." "And your mom is always right!"

"Dad, noooooo! You can't put it in over 400 just to get it done faster! It doesn't work that way." "Oh, you can't?" "That's why your cakes are always burnt," Indie chimes in from the island where she and Finn are making the frosting. Or eating it, if the smears around their mouths are any indication.

And Will knows all these things (he's not dumb), but everyone laughing and smiling, so it's all good. This is what he's good at. This is what he was meant for.

Yeah. Solid HC. Very cute!

#asked and answered #devil's night series stuff #second gen #willemmy #will grayson iii #emory scott #asked and answered 59

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askthelovenest · 11 months

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F/O Kids

Jackcen Kids

Thundercracker (Seeker): He/Him. 14 years old.

Slipstream (Seeker): She/Her. 14 years old.

Sunstorm (Seeker): He/Him. 14 years old.

Skywarp (Seeker): He/Him. 14 years old.

Thrust (Seeker): He/Him. 14 years old.

Ramjet (Seeker): He/Him. 14 years old.

Dirge (Seeker): He/Him. 14 years old.

Evangeline (Seeker): She/Her. 10 years old.

Justin (Human/Skeleton Monster): He/Him. 7 years old.

Sawyer (Skeleton Monster): She/Her. 7 years old.

Cooper (Scarecrow Monster): He/Him. 7 years old.

Background Info: The Seekers (aka TFA Starscream’s clones) were adopted by Jack and Alicen when Starscream abandoned them. A few years later Evangeline was adopted after the couple found her on their doorstep. Her parents were never found. Justin, Sawyer, and Cooper are a set of triplets. The Seekers were ‘born’ on June 28th, 2008. Evangeline was born on December 25th, 2012. The Triplets were born on October 26th, 2015.

Cookie Run Kids

Ice Juggler Cookie: They/She. 8 years old.

Pancake Cookie: He/Him. 6 years old.

Peppermint Cookie: They/Them. 7 years old.

Background Info: White Chocolate Mocha came across these children, one by one, during her travels. Since no one was taking care of them, she offered to be the children’s guardian. They all happily accepted. (These children are just with the other CR ships.)

Choco Ring Lion Cookie: They/Them. Age: 8 years old.

Buttershell Fox Cookie: They/Them. Age: 8 years old.

Maple Panda Cookie: They/Them. Age: 8 years old.

Background Info: White Chocolate Mocha quite literally ran into the trio of little cookies. Won over by their sweet and playful nature, she decided to adopt them. Little did she know that they were under the protection of Millennial Tree Cookie. (These children are only for the Coffee Tree ship.)

Cream Puff Cookie: She/Her. 10 years old.

Background Info: White Chocolate Mocha took the young cookie under her wing in hopes of training her. Soon, the two grew very attached to each other, so much so that the witch adopted Cream Puff as her daughter. (This child is only for the Two Cups of Coffee Please! ship)

Moon Rabbit Cookie: She/Her. Age: 6 years old (maybe??)

Background Info: White Chocolate Mocha found Moon Rabbit wandering aimlessly in a dangerous part of the wild. The young lady tried to find the little girl’s parents, but was unable to find them. Left with no other option, she decided to take in the strange child. (This child is only for the Crunchy White Chocolate Chip ship.)

Tiramisu Cookie: He/Him. 14 years old.

Chestnut Cookie: He/Him. 10 years old.

Pudding Cookie: They/Them. 12 years old.

Cherry Pudding Cookie: They/Them. 12 years old.

Bread Pudding Cookie: They/Them. 12 years old.

Figgy Pudding Cookie: They/Them. 12 years old.

Background Info: White Chocolate Mocha Cookie met Tiramisu Cookie while dating Eggnog Cookie. She treats the young lad as her own son, which Tiramisu pretends to hate. After Chocolate Mocha and Eggnog tied the knot, they decided to adopt him as their son. Soon after, the family grew from three to eight when the couple decided to adopt Chestnut Cookie, Pudding Cookie and their siblings. (These children are only for the White Chocolate Eggnog ship.)

Onion Cookie: She/Her. Age: 6 years old.

Background Info: White Chocolate Cookie met Onion Cookie during her travels. Feeling that she couldn’t leave the little one alone, she asked Onion if she would like to join her. She accepted. The two have been drawn to the hip ever since. (This child is only for the Tea Leaves and Coffee Beans ship.)

Poison Mushroom Cookie: They/Them. Age: 7 years old.

Background Info: The Coffee Witch met Poison Mushroom Cookie when she met (insert villain CR ships here). Since no one was looking after the purple cookie, she took as her apprentice, aka her child. (This child is only for the Mild Chocolate, Red Velvet Coffee, and Crunchy White Chocolate Chip ships.)

Every King Needs a Queen

Ludwig von Koopa: He/Him. Age: 15 years old.

Roy Koopa: He/Him. Age: 14 years old.

Morton Koopa Jr.: He/Him. Age: 14 years old.

Wendy O. Koopa: She/her. Age: 14 years old.

Iggy Koopa: He/Him. Age: 13 years old.

Lemmy Koopa: He/Him. Age: 13 years old.

Larry Koopa: He/Him. Age: 12 years old.

Bowser Jr. Koopa: He/Him. Age: 6 years old.

Background Info: The Koopalings are Bowser’s nephews and niece who he took in after their parents practically abandoned them. Bowser was seeing someone, but she suddenly disappeared. Next thing the Koopa King knew, an egg was left on his doorstep with a note, explaining that the egg was his. Years later Bowser would marry Alicen, making her the Koopalings’ aunt and Bowser Jr.’s step-mom. The couple are planning on having a child together in the future.

The Dame and Her Wolf

Fausto Gruff: He/Him. Age: 16 years old.

Ines Gruff: She/Her. Age: 14 years old.

Tadeo Gruff: He/Him. Age: 9 years old.

Background Info: The Billy Goats Gruff met Alicen when one of them tried to steal a pie the dame made. Realizing that the trio were orphans, she convinced Death to allow them to stay with them until they got their bearings. Days turned into weeks, then into months. The couple couldn’t bear to let them go. They asked if the kids wanted to stay with them, which they gladly agreed to.

Spamcen

Pippin Blaski-Spamton (Monster/Human): She/Her. Age: 5 years old.

Background Info: Pippin came into Alicen and Spamton’s life four years after they got married. She came from one of Spamton’s pipis. Even to this day Alicen doesn’t know how Pippin came to be, but still loves her unconditionally.

Sunshine Medicine

Orsino Kirk: He/Him. Age: 15 years old.

Macbeth Kirk: She/Her. Age: 6 years old.

Background Info: Orsino and Macbeth are siblings who lost their mother due to the flu. Their father, distraught, abandoned them on the streets when Orsino was 9 and Macbeth was 1. Thankfully they were taken in by the local orphanage. Years later, him and Macbeth were adopted by the well-known Doctor Livesey and Lady Alicen.

The Thunderstorm and the Sun

Pazazz (Decepticon): He/Him. Age: 3 years.

Hamal (Decepticon): She/Her. Age: 3 months old.

Background Info: Pazazz was born on Cybertron, but was discarded due to his small size. Alicen found him when on a mission on the planet. She took him back to Earth where he was adopted by Megatron and Alicen. A few years later, the couple decided to use their DNA to clone a child of their own. Thus, Hamal was born.

Steel Hearts

Ursa Risus: She/Her. Age: 11 years old. (Birthday: May 23rd, 2012)

Perseus Rigel: He/Him. Age: 14 years old. (Birthday: July 20th, 2008)

Corona Zenith: He/Him. Age: 13 years old. (Birthday: December 21st, 2009)

Background Info: TBA

The Owl House Kids

Rue Blaski (Basilisk): She/Her. Age: A few months old.

Background Info: Rue was given to Alicen when the human was trapped on the Boiling Iles. Her mother died protecting her from the Emperor’s Coven. It’s unclear what happened to her father, but it’s assumed that he’s dead. Alicen has tried her best to incubate her and keep her safe. (This child is a part of all TOH ships).

Emira Blight (Witch): She/Her. Age: 18 years.

Edric Blight (Witch): He/Him. Age: 18 years.

Amity Blight (Witch): She/Her. Age: 16 years.

Background Info: After the Boiling Isles were saved, Alador and Odalia officially divorced. A few years later Alador started dating Alicen. Soon enough, the two got married. Things were awkward at first, but they soon grew to love and appreciate the human. (These children are only for the You Leave Me in A Daze ship.)

Hunter (Grimwalker): He/Him. Age: 16 years old.

Background Info: Alicen first met Hunter when she was captured by the Emperor's Coven. The two were able to bond over stories and books. The human grew rather fond of the boy, but lost contact with him once she was booted out of the castle. Thankfully, Darius informed Alicen that the Golden Guard had a pentagram account. The two were able to reconnect. Much later Alicen and Darius would become married and adopt Hunter as their son. (This child is only for the Coeurs Violets ship.)

Braxas (Biped Demon): He/Him. Age: 4 ½ years old.

Background Info: Braxas and Alicen met when the little demon lost his father during an errand. The two spent most of the day trying to find Warden Wrath. It was actually through Braxas that the human met the ex-warden. After a while, Wrath and Alicen started dating. After defeating Belos, the young woman and the demon got married, thus making Alicen Braxas’ step-mom.

Our Love is A Science

Brock: He/Him. Age: 14 years old.

Brick: He/Him. Age: 5 years old.

Boomer: He/Him. Age: 5 years old.

Butch: He/Him. Age: 5 years old.

Benny: He/Him. Age: 5 years old.

Background Info: Brock was kicked out by Mojo Jojo when he accidently exploded his home after a heated argument. Hoping to one day come back to Mojo, he tried to hone his skills in the country side.

Brick, Butch, Boomer, and Benny were created five years later. Benny was casted out from the group since he didn’t have a single evil bone in his body. The little boy managed to find his way in the country, where he met Brock. At first Brock found Benny annoying. They would eventually meet the other Rowdyruff Boys when they went solo. At first Brick and Brock would butt heads since they both believed that they should be leader. Later Brock ended up being the boss. Sometime later, the Rowdyruff Boys would get adopted by Alicen before she met Professor Utonium.

Jungle Moon

Tavra’jin (Half Human/Half Jungle Troll): She/Her. Age: 6 years old

Methuselah (Half Human/Half Jungle Troll): He/Him. Age: 5 years old

Background Info: A few years after their marriage, Vol’jin and Alicen had their first child, Tavra’jin, or Tavra for short. A year later Methuselah was born.

Others

Meg Griffin: She/Her. Age: 15 years old

Meg was under the care of Peter and Lois Griffin for the first 15 years of her life. However, as she got older, her parents grew more and more neglectful. The abuse got so bad that Peter and Lois lost complete custody of Meg. Meg was put into foster care, and eventually made her way to Alicen Blaski, her new foster. The two had issues getting along, but after awhile the two grew very close. When Meg was legally up for adoption, and with the teenager’s permission, Alicen adopted her.

#selfship #selfinsert x canon #selfinsert #second gen #fan kid #fankids

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hanyo-inu-yasha · 4 months

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The nine Kids Inuyasha has with Miroku in that timeline where they're married.

Art by @lavvythejackalope

#second gen #art #lavvythejackalope #yes Kiyoko is low-key named after Kikyo ty for asking

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theladyofdeath · 1 year

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Hi! Could you please write a fall prompt where the parents have to take their kids Halloween costume shopping?

Written with @snelbz :) Happy Halloween!

Aelin watched Rowan stare at a rack of costumes in utter distaste. She found it cute, even though his nose was scrunched and his eyes were narrowed, his lips pursed. Their daughter, seventeen years old, grabbed two different costumes off that rack and went into the dressing room to try them on.

“Dad!”

The sound of their son’s voice broke Rowan out of his staring contest with the Wonder Woman costume that had him seeing red. He turned around and gave Devlin his best smile. “What’d you find?”

At nine years old, Devlin was into everything that connected him to video games. “I can’t decide between Mario or Peely.”

Rowan blinked. “Peely?”

Devlin rolled his eyes. “The banana from Fortnite. Gods, dad.”

With that, he walked away, back towards the aisle he’d been getting lost in. Rowan watched him go.

“Better catch up on your gamer lingo,” Aelin chimed, striding towards him with her head cocked to the side.

Rowan looked back at the women’s costumes and shook his head. “At least we only have one trying to show every damn inch of them.” He pulled a nurse costume off the rack and held it up. “Does this even go past their belly buttons? We’re about to toss her into a sea of teenage boys—”

“Iris can look after herself,” Aelin promised, chuckling at the costume. “Besides, she’s a teenager. It’s perfectly normal.”

Rowan’s jaw locked as he slung the costume back onto the rack. “It’s normal for her to want to give me a heart attack? Great. Good to know.”

“If memory serves, the cat costume I wore to our first Halloween party didn’t leave much to the imagination either,” she mused, stepping up to the rack and flipping through them.

Slutty bunny, slutty cop, slutty pineapple.

“That was different,” Rowan muttered, his eyes darting back to the changing rooms. “You weren’t showing nearly as much skin and your father—”

“Is dead?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow as she picked a costume out of the rack and headed over to the men’s costumes. With a laugh at her husband’s scandalized face, she began searching for a compliment to the one she’d selected for herself. “Besides, it was tight enough that it made up for how much was on display.”

Rowan remembered, gods, he did. He’d always thought cat suits were cheesy, a silly getup. Then he’d seen Aelin in one, her blonde hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. He remembered how he’d reacted to seeing her in that costume. “If you’re trying to make me feel better, it isn’t working,” he mumbled, just as Devlin ran down the aisle, a green…blob in his hand.

This time, Rowan at least recognized it.

With just a shake of his father’s head, Devil came screeching to a halt. “You were a Creeper last year, pick something else.”

He huffed, letting the costume package fall to the side. “But—”

“But what, Devlin Rian?” Aelin asked, a hand on her hip and an eyebrow raised.

His shaggy blonde hair hid his eyes as he turned around and headed back down the hall, quietly mumbling something that sounded like “Creepers are the best.”

They watched him disappear before Rowan turned back to his wife. “I don’t want to dress up this year.”

“I don’t care what you want to do,” Aelin clarified, turning back to the rack of men’s costumes and flipping through them, one by one. “We’re taking Devy trick-or-treating. You can’t be boring.”

Rowan sighed but accepted his fate as he crossed his arms and stared at the closed dressing room door. “Shit, how long does it take to put on a costume?”

As if she read his mind, the dressing room door opened and his teenage daughter stepped out. She was beaming, dressed in a scandalous Wonder Woman costume.

Rowan couldn’t breathe.

“No. Nope. Hell no.”

Iris’ smile faltered. She had taken her silver hair out of its ponytail and hung it over her shoulders, but even it could not hide the amount of cleavage she was showing. “What?”

“If you’re wearing that, you’ll be wearing a matching sweater,” Rowan said, shaking his head. “You wear more at the beach.”

Iris gaped. “I do not! Mom!”

Ugh, that tone. Since entering her teenage years, Rowan had heard that tone far too often. It only pissed him off more. “Don’t call for mom. You’re not wearing that.”

“I think she looks cute.”

Rowan shot a glare at his wife who was watching their daughter with a smile, a costume of a knockoff Indiana Jones in her hands.

Rowan’s lips thinned. “I’m not wearing that.”

Iris scoffed. “You’re such a killjoy!”

She slammed the dressing room door shut, locking herself inside.

Aelin turned to her husband. “You really are, you know. Need help getting that stick out of your ass?”

Their voices were hushed, keeping their conversation from their children and the other customers, but anyone who saw the two would know to stay the hell out of the way.

He seethed, “I wouldn’t want you wearing that out in public, much less our teenage daughter.”

“She is seventeen, Ro, not seven.” Infuriating him further, she turned her back to him and kept picking through the costumes. Fine, if he didn’t want to be Indiana Jones, she’d pick a different costume for him. “Iris is nearly a woman now. She has hips and breasts—”

“By the wyrd, I’m aware of that, you don’t need to remind me,” he snapped, dragging a hand down his face.

“She’s almost eighteen, almost an adult, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders.” She faced him again and took his hand. The fact that he didn’t pull it away was a good sign, so she stepped closer and laced her fingers through his. “We raised her, Ro. We know who she is. She’s a smart girl.”

Rowan knew his wife was right, but he also knew how eighteen-year-old boys operated. His voice was guarded as he said, “Even smart girls make the wrong choices.”

Aelin’s eyes softened. They’d been eighteen when she found out she was pregnant with Iris, just a few months into their freshman semester at the University of Terrasen. It hadn’t been wrong choices that had brought the most beautiful baby girl into their life, but it had been stupid ones.

It took eight years, two college degrees, and a disgustingly lavish wedding before they decided the time was right for another. Rowan loved both of them equally, yet at the same time, in a wholly different way. Yes, Devlin was his son, the one who would continue not only his blood, but the Whitethorn name, but Iris was his first born.

His baby girl.

And no matter how smart she was, she was going to a Halloween party full of eighteen-year-old boys.

He sighed, squeezing Aelin’s hand in his. “I’m not suggesting she dress like a nun, though I have seen a couple options in case she—ow!” Rowan laughed as Aelin smacked him, then wrapped her in his arms. “I’m kidding, Ace. I get it, I do, she’s growing up. I just…” He looked over Aelin’s shoulder to a display where the very same costume looked obscene even on a mannequin. “That’s a lot of skin.”

Aelin couldn’t disagree. “Telling her she can’t wear it will only make her want to wear it more.”

“Stubborn like her mother,” Rowan mumbled, before leaning down to kiss her softly, quickly.

“Okay. This is it. I’m tired of looking.”

The two looked over to find Devlin approaching, an exasperated look on his little face. He was carrying a simple ninja costume and a set of nunchucks.

Rowan lifted a brow. “Not going with your gamer theme, buddy?”

“They don’t have any of the ones I was looking for.” He frowned, pure defeat lacing his features. “This is fine.”

Aelin smiled up at her husband before guiding Devlin away. “Come on. Let’s take one last look.”

Once they disappeared, Rowan waited for the dressing room to open once again. Iris liked to take her time in everything that she did and this was no exception.

Rowan would be patient, though.

While he waited, he let his eyes drift back to the hun costume on the mannequin across the store. He wondered if Iris would at least try it on.

Before he could think on it further, the dressing room door opened and Iris stepped out.

This time, she wore a scantily pieced together little red riding hood.

At least it had a cloak.

Rowan ground his teeth. “That looks…nice.”

Iris lifted a silver brow. “Nice?”

Rowan gave her a curt nod.

Iris sighed, loudly and dramatically. “I suppose that’s the best compliment I’m going to get out of you.”

“Just get dressed and lets go,” Rowan said, trying to keep his voice neutral. “It’s getting late.”

Iris frowned and turned around to look in the mirror. “If you hate it that much, dad, I just won’t—“

“No.” Rowan sighed, shaking his head. “No, it’s fine.”

“It’s just a costume,” Iris protested, meeting Rowan’s eye in her reflection.

“I know,” he said, and hesitated as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, I know that I overreact but you can’t blame me. I was seventeen once. Eighteen. At eighteen, I was sitting in a hospital, watching you be born.” Iris played with the hem of her cloak as he spoke. “I know how all this goes. I know your clothes don’t dictate what boys do. I know that you wearing that won’t knock you up, alright? I get that. It just…reminds me that you’re growing up. And I’m not always ready for you to be growing up.”

She winced slightly, as if she didn’t want to be having this conversation either, but then her eyes lit up and, despite getting his coloring, she looked so much like her mother that Rowan paled a bit. “Did mom wear a slutty costume when she was my age, too?”

Rowan turned from the changing rooms and shook his head. “We’re not talking about this.”

Quick footsteps and then she was squeezing his arm as she tugged him back. “She did! What was it? Mom used to be hot, I’m sure she had a great costume.”

“Used to be?” Rowan and Iris turned, finding Aelin approaching, Devlin not far behind. “I’m thirty-five, not fifty. Moms in their thirties can still be hot.”

“Damn right, they can,” Rowan murmured.

Both Iris and Devlin grimaced, but Aelin looked her daughter up and down. “I like it. The cloak is dramatic.” She turned to Rowan, a sculpted, blonde eyebrow raised. “What do you think, dad?”

Rowan looked at his daughter again, at the young woman she was becoming, who would forge her own path one day. “I think you look beautiful, sweetheart.”

He could have sworn he saw silver lining her turquoise-and-gold eyes before she looked away and headed for the dressing room.

Aelin gave Rowan a smile and a little wink before leading Devlin to the register, a little red riding hood costume in tow. Rowan waited until Iris was dressed and walked with her out of the store, his arm around her shoulder.

#rowaelin #rowan #aelin #tog #throne of glass #modern au #halloween prompts #snacmc collabs #second gen #second generation #rowaelin kids #rowaelin children #halloween au #fallish prompts #tara answers prompts #snacmc answers prompts #fanfic #fanfiction #sjm

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ggsoshi · 8 months

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Into The New World The 1st Single

#Girls' Generation #Into The New World #07 #Kpop #Second Gen #Sone #Yoona #Taeyeon #Sooyoung #Yuri #Hyoyeon #Tiffany #Seohyun #Jessica #2nd Gen

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lilmisskiwi-art · 2 years

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Colette & Corvus's lovely babs I hadn't drawn in so long!

#briar #mariette #daniel #alouette #blackswan #second gen #artists on tumblr #oc #oc art #doodle #bird #humanoid #rose

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poennator · 9 months

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Idea

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk oc #Jujutsu Kaisen oc #kento nanami #second gen

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lombardicandy · 11 months

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Came to me in a dream, Rengoku daughter

#Kyojuro rengoku #second gen #demon slayer #drawing #sketch #demon slayer oc #kny oc #kny rengoku #Sakujuro Rengoku

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Sun Myung Moon was a Bully

I think I was 16, because there was talk of a surprise matching. I don’t think I could have been younger than that. Anyway, it was Christmas, and Father had declared that he wanted to see all the 2nd gen who could come. The urgency of the request had us all loading into vans to flock to New York from several states away on Christmas Eve. When we got there, I don’t remember him having any special message, and I was somewhat disappointed that it was just the usual. He gave us all watches from Christian Bernard, and had us promise to start Christian Bernard clubs at our schools. I remember, even as I promised with all the kids around me, that I had no intention of starting or participating in such a club. My family could barely afford new shoes. I knew that life was expensive. The idea of asking other high schoolers to join me in an elite and obscure watch club was unthinkable. I couldn’t afford the watch I held, and I certainly didn’t think excluding others from my club because they couldn’t afford one was fair.

Anyway, that’s not really what was most impressed upon me during this particular speech. Like all the D.C. blessed children, I’d been to many, many speeches, and to be honest, I mostly thought that they were boring and long, and didn’t really question their truth. But one girl did. He had been talking for a couple hours, and he was making an analogy about tigers and lions. I don’t even remember what the point of it was, but I remember that he said he was one and he would beat the other (representing Satan, or individualism, or whatever), because of some innate quality of his. And one girl dared to raise her hand and say that it would be switched, based on what she knew about the animals. I knew the prowess of the big cats was not his point, and I expected him to bypass the comment like a mature adult, and explain “the analogy is not the point – what I’m saying is yada yada.” But he didn’t. Instead, he argued his analogy, and became hostile. It was weird to watch the Messiah become so defensive over nothing. She said something about having seen a program about it on National Geographic, supporting her assertion. And then it happened: True Father became every bully in high school I have ever known. The perfect man, the Messiah, and second coming of Jesus said, “Well if you’d stop watching National Geographic all day, maybe you wouldn’t be so fat.”

Later in the speech, another kid had a question, this time a boy. And I don’t remember what his question was, but I do remember when True Father told him to stand up, and then said “Are you a boy or a girl? You’re so fat I can’t tell.” He was chubby, but obviously a boy. There was no call for that. The kid’s question wasn’t disrespectful. We sat there in stunned silence.

No matter what else I knew about True Father, I knew him to be a bully from that day on. He was petty and superficial, and unfortunately, that colored my view of God, and my perception of my own body. I have waited on writing up this account because I never wanted the victims of his attacks to ever read this and re-live that humiliation. And so, I wanted to say to them, and to all of us who were there, that what happened was wrong. It’s wrong to attack a teenage girl’s weight because she has questions. It’s wrong to embarrass a teenage boy because he’s had the audacity to raise his hand. He was wrong and acting completely immature. A child or adolescent bully attacking their peers is bad enough, but a full grown man picking on children for their appearance is a pathetic human being.

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Re: Bully

I had read that post in the past. I think it’s very revealing of what reality was; a reality most of us didn’t want to face.

Reading the comments below the post I saw that someone seems to think that any “old Asian teacher” would respond that way to “American kids” who don’t want to listen.

  I suspect, first, the commenter may be Asian. Second I suspect he or she may not be fond of American kids. Was it mentioned that the two individuals were American? After all only American kids would be bored by the litany of nonsense that the “Messiah” used to pour on us for hours, right?  

Third, we’re not talking about an old Asian teacher. Like the poster very well expressed, we’re talking about a person who’s supposed to be bigger than a teacher; a broader and deeper human being, not a constipated Confucianist character who can’t get past someone that they consider inferior challenging in any way anything he says. No real teacher would do that, because teachers as a rule of thumb are concerned for the psychological well being of their students. Being Asian wouldn’t be considered an excuse in my book. I find absolutely no excuse, NONE, for that behavior.

It reminded me how Mr. Moon got so offended at Belvedere when someone who had been addressed by him, in English, had the audacity to say that he couldn’t understand the Reverend’s accent! OMG! Hell broke loose! How dared he! That was brought up by Moon week after week after the incident! And we members nodded in agreement. How dared he! Poor, spineless creatures we were…  

You’re not supposed to be honest; you’re not supposed to be unafraid, and much less have an opinion contrary to his. As a western person I grew up with a loving father who allowed me to disagree with him, giving me room to think on my own. What a tragic mistake to transfer that understanding of what a father is to the “True” Father! Oh, no! You have to fear him, you have to accept and take notes of whatever crap he says and never question it. That is what the loving “True” Father of all mankind and the cosmos expected of you. (Scoff.) “True” my ass. Excuse me.

Y.R.

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Shocking video of UC of Japan demanding money – English transcript

Moon extracted $500 million from Japanese female members

Suicide of Japanese ‘Moon money mule’ in Uruguay; mother of three children

Japanese woman recruited by the Moon church and sold to a Korean farmer

The Japan Times No glory for bullies: South Korea's school violence epidemic

First S. Korean state compensation ordered for victim of Vietnam War mass killings by SK troops

Human trafficking in the UC/FFWPU is despicable

#bully #Sun Myung Moon #second gen

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