#they basically fed them their childhood favorite food!

[happysparklingshadows]

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 ('𝟿𝟼)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

♡ Shauna is a Libra Sun and Aries Rising 

♡ Shauna’s favorite color is blue. When Shauna was in elementary school with Jackie, Jackie bought her a best friend necklace with a blue and pink heart. Jackie bought it for her to pick but really wanted the pink one, and Shauna always picked the blue one. Blue has always been her color ever since. 

♡ Shauna is a Dog person. Shauna gives off she is a Big Dog mom vibes. Shauna is distant with her emotions but very close with dogs. She just has a special connection to them. She always points out a dog in public (never approaching the owner just to say hi) and cries every time a dog dies in a movie. But at the same time, Shauna doesn't seem to be a person who would want an pet but she just likes the look of them.

Shauna's spirit animal is the Rabbit.

♡ Shauna is a stone-cold introvert. She doesn’t like meeting new people, she doesn’t like talking to people she is not prepared to speak to, and she doesn’t like trying new things. Shauna never complains about it or doesn’t do things if they are out of her comfort zone if you want. She would go to dances and dates in public, but she was shy. 

♡ Shauna’s favorite food is a little basic, but she doesn’t give a fuck. She fucking loves a good burger and some fries. She doesn’t care if an egg is on top, tomatoes, mayo, mustard, lattice, whatever. 

♡ Shauna's childhood could have been more stable, to be honest. Shauna’s mom and Dad divorced after her mom gave birth to her youngest brother, Ian. Shauna is the oldest Daughter of two younger brothers,  and her mom is constantly working at her job at the hospital to keep them all afloat. Shauna’s dad wasn’t perfect, and she always knew he wasn’t a good dad; he was an alcoholic and couldn't get his life together. When Shauna was 13, her dad remarried, started a new family, and stopped seeing them all. Shauna was always fed and had clothes on her back, but she has always been responsible for her brothers and the house when her mom was at work. All her life, she has played second mom, and she isn’t even mad at her mom because she can’t help that she needs to pay bills, but it is her dad’s fault for all of it.  That is why Shauna was so taken in by Jackie, and somewhat why she was envious of who Jackie was, because she had a perfect life, and she was perfect. Shauna never even had a chance to be perfect in her eyes. 

♡ Shauna’s sex drive is pretty high, wanting sex every other day. She wants to just hold you and touch your skin almost always. She is a soft Top! 

♡ Shauna’s biggest vice is Drinking at a party. Shauna is from a family that I feel has some addiction problems because she is usually quiet about Natalie’s drug use and defends her without being close to her at that party. I think Shauna has an issue with finishing every drink she is given. She has to see the bottom of the cup, but when she is not partying, or it’s in the settling to drink, Shauna never drinks. 

♡ ⚠️Unpopular opinion⚠️ Shauna really doesn’t like confrontation all that much. When Shauna fights someone, it feels like she is in a corner. Shauna isn’t always the friendliest, but she doesn’t like fighting people, especially with you. Shauna would be so sweet to you, and only you, like she will never put up a fight unless it is really needed. 

𝙳𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙰𝚄s/𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎s

♡ Royalty AU! Shauna would be your Gaurd for you because, of course, you would be the princess in the Royalty AU! Shauna is just someone that doesn’t seem like they would be the most crucial player in a royal court or even really fit in, so I see her as an outsider who is welcomed there like a guard or food taster. 

♡ Delinquent AU! Streetracer, Shauna has a lot of built-up rage inside her, and she is just an adrenaline junkie. The minute she got her license, she always started to speed, and it started by going a few miles over until it was her going 120 mph down the highway. She doesn’t care. She might even steal parts to make her own racecar like “Fast in the Furious.”

♡ Supernatural AU! Vampire. She likes the taste of blood in YJ Canon. She licks the blood on her fingers when she cuts the meat in the show.  

♡ Superhero AU! Black Widow because they are emotionally distant and checked out to live in their environment. Like Black Widow is stupid intelligent, hot, and strong, just like Shauna. 

♡ College AU! English Major with a Minor in Sex and Gender Studies. Shauna is very quiet and shy. She would be so scared to talk to the professor after class about an assignment. She doesn’t join clubs until the sophomore year of her college career, and she doesn’t go to parties much.

𝙿𝚛𝚎-𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

♡ Shauna is the one in middle school to be the first to introduce that she likes you romantically, and you did the same. I feel like Shauna needs a little reassurance regarding romance because she doesn’t believe anyone would love her for her. 

♡ Shauna really likes to read and write a lot. She likes to have sleepovers with you to share the poems she found that made her think of you, she will read you the ones she wrote about you, and she likes to spend time together quietly. She likes to do the ADHD parallel quality time thing when you two do your own things. 

♡ Dates with Shauna consisted of going to parks and walking around with your hands holding. She likes to go outdoors and have fresh air while spending time with you alone. She likes the privacy of being together on a walk. No one else really listens to what you are saying. 

♡ Shauna is the more Avoidant partner. Shauna would avoid you when you start dating so she doesn’t disappoint you. When you confront her about that, she corrects her avoidant tendencies. Shauna needs her alone time, and she gives you your own alone time. She likes that you two are comfortable enough to give space, unlike her relationship with Jackie. 

𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

♡ You and Shauna are in a Trio friendship with Jackie. And instead of Jeff, Shauna and you have lied to her for months about your relationship. Like Jackie BBQ canon, it always happens, but it wouldn’t be because Shauna is pregnant because she is in a WLW relationship. 

♡ Shauna always gives you the first cut of meat because she loves you. She gives you a piece with extra fat and lets you have her more gristle pieces of meat if you like them. 

♡ Shauna is very pointed and gives an attitude about your sleeping bag being away from hers, like Jackie. I imagine that scene when Shauna goes to the attic with Taissa against Jackie’s wishes. I feel like they are like that to each other. Shauna wants you to sit next to her, to be by her when she is sleeping, and she doesn’t like the idea that you are away from the cabin without her with you.  Becomes very protective. 

♡ Shauna becomes slightly more relaxed about sex but is still the same high sex drive girl she was before the crash. She really loves you, and she just wants to spend time together. She is a lot more into kissing you, and she is more into making love than just straight-up fucking. 

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lesbian #shauna shipmen #shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipmen smut #Shauna shipmen fluff #Shauna Shipmen Headcanons

[tiptapricot]

thoughts on the mk boys and their tastes in foods? cuisines, fav snacks, how they might bicker about things, whatever u feel <3

I love talking ab food preferences hehehhehe this kinda ended up being a look at their relationships with food in general as well which was actually rlly fun to explore! (Obvs food talk, as well as talk of the system’s childhood, food sensory issues, and specifically issues with eating due to neurodivergence, not any ED stuff, but still, if any of those r squicks for you 🤙)

Marc

I think Marc’s the most rigid when it comes to his foods. He’s not adverse to trying new things, he just keeps his circles small and knows what he likes

Bar a few specific cases, I don’t think he’s much of a mushy/goopy food person, or a sweet tooth

Soup’s fine (he loves bean soups and soups with meat bc they’re hearty), some puddings, some dips (like hummus and guacamole), but he’s not a huge fan of tomato products in tomato form (pizza is fine, bruschetta wouldn’t be) or things that feel slimy (like pasta with Alfredo sauce, or uncooked beans in sauce)

Some exceptions include Chicago deep dish, star fruit, salsa, and pickled veggies

I think he generally likes crunchy things like chips, carrots, apples, crackers, and more neutral baked goods like breads and bagels. He’s absolutely a bagel with cream cheese on the go kind of guy, nostalgic and tasty (though for his preference the ones in Chicago beat out New York and London any day)

He doesn’t mind sweet stuff, it’s just not his favorite. He’ll have a danish every now and then, maybe a brownie, but it’s just not stuff he actively seeks out

I think he still tries to keep roughly kosher, out of familiarity and comfort and connection, but I could also see him only adhering to certain rules (like no pork but good w cheeseburgers), or it slipping if he’s in deep emotional distress or especially bitter at his parents, but he does try

I think he knows how to cook pretty decently, maybe not top of the line but he can absolutely make a meal, and usually tries to make stuff from scratch to avoid shopping too much. He’s not a huge fan of crowded stores or having to make lists and plan meals, so sticking to basics and stuff he knows, stuff he can make again and again and have as leftovers later, is usually how he likes to do things

He tries to recreate family comfort foods he remembers from his childhood sometimes (like hamantaschen with guava filling, local deli potato salads, their Passover tamales), kind of as a coping mechanism, and it’s never quite the same, but every time he gets a bit closer to whatever dish he’s attempting, it feels more worth it to keep trying

Overall he likes stuff that’s hearty, stuff that he can eat that will last him most of the day. It’s the kind of food he relied on in the military, and when he needed to spend as much time out of the house as possible when he was younger, and it works nowadays to keep the body fed and healthy when dealing with executive dysfunction and memory issues

Having stuff that can hold him over and that he doesn’t have to worry about too much creates a reliable structure he can depend on, familiarity in chaos, and so that’s what a lot of his food choices circle back to

It’s another grounding mechanism for him, another piece of the puzzle and routine

Steven (I will b using American n British terms interchangeably just ignore it)

Steven’s pretty British and snacky with his food, and obviously he’s vegan and keeps kosher, but beyond that he’s not too picky, and isn’t the best when it comes to taking care of the body with food

He likes sweets and fruits and chips, stuff like blueberries and nuts that he can eat absentmindedly while he reads, or that he can stuff in a ziploc and take to work

Crisp sandwiches and beans on toast are big too, and he uses vegan butter and cheese to make them, usually for breakfast or after work, and those are both comfort meals for him, ones that are quick and easy and don’t take much effort

He gets vegan sausage rolls from the store or makes them himself if the premade brands aren’t certified, and he likes those for breakfasts on days off when he can have a bit more of a lazy day in, make some tea, put on a long documentary, hang back with a bigger breakfast, that kind if thing. He makes Yorkshire puddings and hash browns for those kind of days if he has the energy

Yorkshire puddings are also a general favorite of his, and he usually leans into having them more for dessert, with big scoops of vegan ice cream after he’s had a bad day (his favorite flavor is vanilla but he experiments with weird flavors a lot)

Cereal’s a big one too, usually with almond milk and he oscillates between liking sweetened or unsweetened kinds more

I think the spiciest thing he eats semi regularly would be stuff like jalapeño potato chips or slightly spicy veggie dips, he’d probably consider brown sauce kind of spicy, and I think his tolerance is low

Steven also absolutely falls into the neurodivergent trap of food being in the background, something that easily slips his mind, or when it doesn’t, ends up at the mercy of convenience

None of his foods are bad on their own, but the issues arise when all he’s eaten in a day is two pieces of beans on toast and it’s already bedtime, or when he gets so engrossed in reading he doesn’t get up for six hours and suddenly feels lightheaded

He tries his best, he just never thinks about it much and usually falls into things that are quick when he does, which can easily lead to him eating sandwiches and almonds for a whole week

He also has some sensory issues that can muddle things, like a usual go to food being fine one moment and disagreeable to his mouth the next, and if he can’t find anything to eat it’s easy for him to just shrug it off and forget

Reminders started popping up on his phone at some point (totally not from Marc) to check in and make sure he’s gotten some food in him, and those have helped loads, but it’s still not perfect

Post Cairo Marc helps more, checking in with Steven when the body feels funky and usually having the spoons to cook between the two of them, so they end up having stuff available to grab in the fridge when they need. Marc even tries to label the stuff that’s non-vegan as well as which things have meat and which have dairy, and even when their fridge gets cluttered and extremely disorganized the care in it always makes Steven smile

Jake

Jake’s a big proponent of good food

His time in front over the years has been short enough that he always tries to make eating worth it, so he’ll seek out a good solid meal whenever he can

I think he spent a lot of time perusing Chicago and New York’s hole in the wall shops or food trucks, and has a pretty wide taste because of that

He doesn’t really keep kosher? Like sometimes he’ll lean into it if it suits the situation, or pisses Khonshu off, or it feels… right to him, but his relationship with shit is complicated and he fluctuates a lot, and it’s definitely not the defining thing that dictates his food choices

He likes pizza (New York style) and hotdogs (Colombian style, Chicago style, or ones all decked out like wrapped in bacon with carmelized onions, jalepeños, tomatoes, mayo, etc), and is also partial to wet beef sandwiches

Lots of Latino comfort food as well, like chicken pepián, Cuban coffee with sweet bread, Guatemalan empanadas, tacos al pastor, pupusas, etc.

He’s hates eating warm food cold, so whenever he eats Steven or Marc’s leftovers he always has to warm them up, otherwise it hits bad in his brain. He doesn’t have many sensory issues with food beyond that though

He was recommended to Gena’s by some acquaintances in London after hanging around a few bars and clubs with a high Latino community, and her food is the first stuff that really hits for him there. It’s not like it’s the only good food he’s tried in London, but something about Gena’s just clicks and becomes comforting

He also has a pretty strong sweet tooth, and will especially seek out sugar for comfort. He loves tres leches and while he’s also a straight black coffee enjoyer, Gena’s tintos always hit just right. He’s also always down for a classic slice of apple pie a la mode

Even though my take on Gena has her specializing in Colombian food, she makes Jake some of his favorite dishes once they get to know each other better, hoping to bring some of that comfort to the new area. She surprises him with her own take on rellenitos during one particular visit, and he ends up bringing a small take away container of them back to Steven’s apartment because he couldn’t make himself eat them all, and he didn’t want to waste them

He may not have any solid memories of Wendy outside of stepping in to get yelled at when the others couldn’t take it, and he sure as hell doesn’t have any fondness for Elias, but for some reason he can remember how that kitchen smelled, and the sound of the frying pan, and wrapped up leftovers in the fridge, and it’s still important to him and part of him

He scrawls some little note on the top of the take out container with a little “From Mum” to tie it off, and that ends up being enough for Steven not to question where the rellenitos came from when he finds them in his fridge. And he’s so excited!

Jake’s not even mad when he eats the rest of them before he can front next, he’s just glad he got to share a little bit of something that Steven enjoyed :-)

All together

I’ve already talked a lil ab Steven and Marc post Cairo, but I think once all three of them are on functional speaking terms and are cohabiting more, food is very chaotic!

They have to talk about boundaries and figure out what counts when it comes to who’s fronting and each other’s dietary restrictions

Some of the foods Jake likes are too spicy for Steven and some of Steven’s foods make Marc squirm, it’s complicated

Overall though there’s a lot of sharing and talking and bickering, fighting to see who makes dinner or frustration that someone else got to front and eat the last of something tasty, but they make it work

Feel free to add on your own hcs or additions! Or any corrections if something here sticks out as very obviously inaccurate (truly no worries!). Most of the stuff here is from research and friends, so tysm to @scarabgrant n @steverogers-against-disney n others for the food talks we’ve had that helped contribute to this :-)

And a general reminder as well: Stand up, stretch, and rmr to drink water and eat something if you haven’t in awhile! Have a lovely dayyy💖💖🤙

#glad I finished this right before going to get dinner lmaO #tw food #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #gena landers #moon knight 2022 #the fruit is talking again #mikes mk meta #the fruit is answering again

[a-jaded-mirage]

Mirage's Top 5 Picks Part I: Food from Video Games

As a general descriptor, I would say that I consider myself an infrequent gamer. I enjoy gaming, but I often do not have enough time to immerse myself in the experience or commit myself to playing entirely through something. I think the last time that I was able to play something from start to finish was honestly during COVID where I had the flexibility to see a gameplay through. Yes, I was one of the weirdos who thrived during the lockdown and relished in the extra time.

My boyfriend and I have these date nights every other Friday night where we pick a topic and make a presentation about our top 5 or top 10 selections for whatever category was selected. We cook or order some food, and we kick back and have fun learning little things about each other while also seeing where we have similar tastes versus completely different preferences. One of my favorite presentation nights we have done was about the top five foods from video games that we badly wanted to try while playing a video game.

Anyway, without further ado, here are my picks. I think it reveals a lot about the kinds of games that I enjoy, but also what my general culinary tastes are. I do love it when games and food can intersect in real life and be shared with others.

Number 5: Peanut Butter Butterpops from The Quarry

This pick is definitely a controversial one in some respects as it is a completely random detail from the overall game so not have the most solid defense for this one beyond the theme song being super catchy and peanut butter, in general, making me go feral. I love everything about the idea of sweet peanut butter puffs with salty crunchy peanuts and a dubious warning label. The mascot is a cool-looking squirrel with a neat red cap too, so there is some childhood nostalgia somewhere in there too, I guess. It is reminiscent of how I still willingly consume Scooby Snacks and goldfish crackers. There is also a level of nostalgia for the game too, because I think it was the last one that I had a part in playing through with my siblings.

Number 4: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza from Five Nights at Freddy's

Alright, go ahead and throw the tomatoes and garbage at me. I know this one is objectively a basic or trash pick. Hear me out, I am nothing if not a child of the 2010's. The Generation-Z mush that is my brain has a special corner in it for the possessed bear and his pizza place alongside all of the great YouTube channels fed by it. I also love crappy and greasy pizza in a neon context with a ton of arcade games. That is probably part of the reason why I graduated from kid's entertainment and birthday chains to eatertainment arcade sports bars. Anyway, all of this is to say that all pizza is unique and different in its own way (good or bad), and as a pizza connoisseur, I have always wondered what Freddy's tastes like.

Number 3: Natsuki's Cupcakes from Doki Doki Literature Club!

My love for this game in particular cannot be overstated as it blew my mind when it initially came out. I did not expect the turn it took, and it caught me off guard in the best way. The combination of your average romance visual novel with a rich and clever met-horror plotline was refreshing. I felt like it turned a lot of stereotypes on their heads and made some great commentary on the parameters of literature and creative expression. In any case, I also have a massive sweet tooth and love baking much like Natsuki. Her cat-decorated cupcakes looked super cute and fluffy, and that is something that I look for in real-world cupcakes. The dialogue also made it seem like the characters really enjoyed them too, so that made me want to see what was so good about them. I still have my fingers crossed that we could get another game related to this one from Team Salvato.

Number 2: Amanda's Graduation Party Macaroni and Cheese Bar from Dream Daddy

I know, I know, this is another interesting pick, to say the least. To be quite frank, I simply did not know how many options there could be for food bars. Macaroni and cheese is simply a core meal for me, and one that I have always enjoyed customizing. The options that are mentioned in the game sounded genuinely magical and made me lowkey forget the context of what was happening in the game for a solid minute after it was introduced. Dream Daddy is just such a fun game, and it was made so well. The characters are all developed with positive features and flaws all well thought out. The relationships they have with one another are compelling, the art style is beautiful, and the routes are engaging no matter how often you play through them. The mac and cheese bar was just another clever and fascinating feature of the world that the Game Grumps created.

Number 1: Butterscotch Pie from Undertale

This one is probably the most nostalgic for me, and it was one of the first games I played with my siblings. I do not know what it is, but I just love the tropes where food has a specific meaning in the world that it belongs to. In this case, the pie that Toriel bakes for Frisk is one of the most powerful HP-restoring items in the game. The best part about the pie is that it holds so much lore, and there are so many ways to use it in the game. I know that I was someone who most often saved the pie for the battle with Sans, but I have seen people use it in the presence of Asgore or even Toriel. To me, the confection is a physical item that represents a mother's love and spiritual nourishment associated with home, and I think that is super layered. This one had stiff competition for the top slot too because there were so many other foods from Undertale that I was convinced would make it to this position. There just is not anything like this one that invokes the same thoughtfulness in most other games that I have personally played.

Well, there it is. That was my top five list for foods that come from video games that I would try if given the opportunity to within the context of the game that it originates from. I have some honorable mentions that I might be inclined to share at some point too, as it was a wild ride trying to put this list together cohesively. Funnily enough, my boyfriend and I's picks intersected once, and it was Toriel's butterscotch pie. He ranked it his third choice and was pleasantly surprised that it was my first. Anyway, if you have your own top five, I would love to hear about them and the reasons why you may have selected them.

(NOTE: If any of this reads a little strangely, it might be because I accidentally deleted everything while editing and had to go back and re-type everything word for word)

#video games #fandom #games #gaming #videogames #videogame #indie games #steam #doki doki literature club #doki doki natsuki #ddlc natsuki #undertale #butterscotch pie #the quarry #peanut butter #toriel #dream daddy #game grumps #team salvato #freddy fazbear #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #five nights at freddys #ranking #personal #date night #generation z #gen z #toby fox #food

[joycomeswiththemorning]

Filled In

[Edits are from 03.15.24, including strikethroughs.]

Name: Danica

Birthday: August 23

Height: 5′2″

Eye color: Blue? Grey-ish blue?

Hair color: Dirty blonde.

A random fact about you: I’ve never had my hair professionally done (always just had a family member or myself do it). Same with nails.

Favorite band: Now that’s hard. Um, I like Dan + Shay, MercyMe, ZOEgirl, Cochren and Co. (to name a few).

Favorite song: Of all time? Could be “Be Thou My Vision” (specifically 4Him’s version), “Come Thou Fount”, “Before the Throne of God Above”, or “In Christ Alone”.

Favorite food: Pizza, I think. Basically always has been.

Favorite season: Autumn (or spring).

Favorite animal: Cats, hands down. ❤︎

Favorite movie: National Treasure, I’ll say.

Are you currently in a relationship?: Yes. [Edit: it’s complicated.]

If so, are you happy with them?: Yes.

Anything you need to work on?: Oh, yeah. Being less of a people-pleaser, among other things... [Edit: adding codependency. And I realize this question may be referring to the relationship and not specifically my problems.]

Who ended your last relationship?: N/A

Are you friends with your ex?: N/A (don’t have one).

Do you prefer someone shorter or taller?: Most people are taller than me haha, so...

Dark hair or light hair?: Either/or. Doesn’t really matter.

Smart or attractive?: Both.

Is creativity attractive?: Yes.

Do you care how much money they have?: Not too much.

Your last phone call: With my boyfriend.

Your last text: “Okay. I feel like maybe he’s sort of fed up with you? 🤷‍♀️”

The last thing you ate: A pack of Juicy Burst fruit snacks.

The last thing you drank: Water.

The last song you listened to: “Paperback Writer” by The Beatles

The last book you read: I’ve Got Your Number by Sophie Kinsella

The last movie you watched: Blade Runner 2049

What is your heritage?: I don’t know really. My family on my Dad’s side is from Lithuania, I’ve been told.

Do you play any instruments?: Nope. Does my voice count?

What are you pets’ names?: Spyro (cat) 🥰

Your favorite board game: Hm. Don’t know if I have a favorite. I like Ticket to Ride, Catan, Clue, etc.

A random childhood memory: (Not a good one haha, but...) Having a pen cap go up my nose while I was in the car on a road trip (I think).

Places you would like to visit: Various places inside and outside the U.S.: Ashville, North Carolina; Cape Cod/Nantucket/Martha’s Vineyard; Canada; Germany; Italy; the U.K.; Ireland; etc.

Your favorite color to wear: I don’t really have one, to be honest.

[housecookingblogs]

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[keigosbirdie]

heres an excuse to talk more about bird hawks what are some of your favorite hc (supported by canon or just for funsies) that you have

Canon

Birb boy loves to eat lots and lots because birds eat a crap ton to keep up energy to fly! Also him stealing food off endeavors plate totally IS a bird thing and I love it so much. This also plays into his sad and neglectful childhood where we can assume he wasn’t fed properly, which also gets my feels.

He seeks out Tokoyami because he’s a bird. I kinda low key assume Hawks was hoping Tokoyami would be able to relate to him, because of their shared mutations. It’s kind of sweet to think about a Hawks taking on a fledgeling, considering his own family who we assume are also birdlike dont seem to be a part of his life.

Hawks teaching Tokoyami to fly. This always fuckin hit my feelings hard. Hawks relationship with Tokoyami means so much to me, and its a wonderful tie in to his bird qualities. Hawks’ folks didn't seem to be there for him, neglecting his basic needs from what we could gather. Then Hawks finds himself with this bird kid, at first for his own gain, but in the end it seems he wanted to do something for Tokoyami that his folks never did for him. What do bird parents do? Teach their kids to fly. It’s interesting that it was so important to Hawks that Tokoyami be able to experience it, even without wings.

In the end, Hawks earned someone who respects and loves him for who he is, the good and bad, bird and all. ;n;

My own interpretations

Chirp chirp! he can usually always control his bird sounds, but not while he sleeps. He doesn’t really snore or anything, but when he has dreams he will make tiny peeps and his wings will twitch like he’s trying to go somewhere hha. If they’re bad dreams you may wake up to a wing to the back of your head and some very distressing chirps. 

PREENING he loves preening. He doesnt technically need to, considering his feathers are supernaturally tethered to his mind individually, but the instinct and the urges to do so are still there. When he is alone he combs through them with his fingers and will sometimes nibble at them if he’s too deep in thought. 

Nests nESTS! His bed? a nest. mounds of laced together comforters and blankets are all around him. He feels safest in his bed, covered up in his fabric mound. Be careful the shiny fork set he couldnt resist buying may be hiding in there idek

Mating for life okay I know this is a far stretch and hes a human more so than a bird but dude. Hawks mating for life man. ;n;

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Relationships: NCT DREAM

Look for Mark and Haechan: here

RenMae

Okay RenMae is one of the top if not the #1 among NCT

fans are like almost 100% sure they’re soulmates

Like there was no awkward small talk when they first met they just talked and ended up each other’s best friend

You would think they’d be childhood friends or at least friends before they became trainees with the way they interact even though they met at SM

she did confess to him before debut that she had a crush on him but he thought she was joking and now none of them talk about of that

Whenever she has a hard time sleeping and wants to sleep with someone, the first option is renjun

she also steals his clothes a lot and renjun’s pretty sure half the clothes in Mae’s closet belong to him

he just stopped fighting her about it because of how stubborn she was and let her do what she wanted

there was this one time he ran out of shirts to wear so he just walked to Mae’s closet and took one out

there was also this one time Renjun was in China and Jaemin posted a pic of Mae taking a nap with Renjun’s sweater on saying that she missed him so much so she wore his sweater

yeaaaaah nct twt broke that day and Renjun’s phone was blowing up with notifications

they dressed as peter pan and tinkerbell for halloween and have each other as that for each other’s contact name uwu

okay enough with the corny stuff

just because they’re close doesnt mean they’ll hold back on each other when it comes to teasing each other

like you wouldnt want to get in their crossfire unless you want them to turn their attention on you instead

MaeNo

you would think he’s older than her because of how protective he is of her

He has eyes like a damn hawk when they’re going somewhere

whenever they’re doing schedules you can see Jeno holding her hand as they make their way through all the crowd and glancing around to see if anyone has any bad intentions towards her

If it weren’t for his status as an idol you would think he was a bodyguard and he would beat up someone for Mae’s sake

whenever they record Jeno always waits for her to finish so they can go home together no matter how late at night it is

there was this one time sasaengs kept calling her phone during a live so he just grabbed her phone and turned it off and threw it too the side without saying a word

Second person Mae goes to when she has nightmares

they’re also have a really playful relationship

like there was this one time she wasn’t paying attention to him so he just lifted her and put her over his shoulder like a potato sack even though there was staff watching them Mae has tried and failed to do the same to jeno

You know how jeno says he likes being called no jam bc of how it makes him feel less burdened? Yeah she always throws him under the bus when it comes to variety shows

she has a samoyed plush on her bed when she bought when she went shopping with him bc it reminded her of jeno

Sometimes she hugs the plush instead of jeno just to annoy him lol

“I’m right here you know” “well the plushie is more huggable for you information”

Yes he did tackle her after that comment

MaeMin

okay this man right here

you know how he melts at everything jisung does? yeah the same goes for Mae

only that she openly accepts his affection and lets him cling to her whenever he wants like his personal teddy bear

you know how at fansigns idols sometimes get gifted cute headbands and plushies? he openly yelled “i love you!” to her when he saw her with a cat ear headband surrounded by plushies

she’s also like really impressed by him

she never thought she’d meet someone who would do aegyo so willingly and so shamelessly

like that one episode of weekly idol where they did the ottoke song and jaemin did a duet with everyone? yeah she couldn’t believe someone like him existed

he basically acts as her parent if none of the 127 members aren’t near them

Whenever they’re on reality shows and the prize is food he always put someone on her plate regardless of whether she lost or not

third person mae goes to when she has nightmares

would not leave his side for a week when he was put on hiatus and couldnt perform with the rest of the dreamies

she didnt want him to feel lonely while everyone else went to promote without him :(

All in all, they’re very affectionate and if they’re together you’ll have to pry jaemin’s hands off her

ChenMae

Mae’s child #1

he got lost in the company building and was too shy to ask the staff so mae approached him and brought him to wear he needed to be

accidentally called her hyung once when he was still learning korean but it ended up sticking so now he and jisung call her hyung instead of noona

When he first joined she helped him adjust with her broken Chinese and now they help each other with the language

one time she visited his house for dinner and his mom made her eat a lot of food because of how skinny she was chenle didnt stop her bc she needs sustenance >:(

wants to give her a personal tour of Shanghai when they’re given enough time for vacation

you know how chenle gave 00line watches when they became adults? he had to fight mae to get her to keep it bc she didnt want him spending money on her

legit he tried to buy her stuff but the only thing she accepted was the watch and this cute charm bracelet that says NCT on it

he put one of his photocards in her phone case (the WGU one with him by the water) and she hasn’t removed it since

he’s really smug abt it and brags to the others about it jisung retaliated by putting his photocard too so now she as to make both of them visible

fights jisung for favorite child position and he wins 50% of the time even though she says she doesnt have one

MaeSung

Mae’s child #2

took one look at him and decided to protect him

she’s used to other people taking care of her so it was nice to take care of someone else for once

i said he also calls Mae hyung but it’s also because he forgets that she’s a girl?

sometimes he hears someone call Mae ‘noona’ and he just gets whiplash because he got reminded that his “hyung” is really a girl put in a boy group

they were honestly really awkward when they first met because Jisung didn’t know how to react to a girl joining the group and kinda avoided her until she cornered him

calls him a tree whenever he teases her about her height

mae when jisung tease/pranks her: i’ve fed and raised you and this is the treatment i get?!?

jisung: you’re only two years older than me….

he gets pouty when Mae doesn’t pay attention to him

theres this one video of Mae talking to another member during Resonance filming and you just see him pouting in the background before walking to her and giving her a back hug

definitely uses his status as a maknae to his advantage

she’s not even subtle about it she’ll buy or cook food for him or yield whenever he loses a game

whenever she’s not around he always brags that he’s her favorite nct member haechan and renjun get so salty abt it lmao

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“‘Noooo! Not the gumdrop button!’”

Saving the ginger-children, one bite at a time.

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🌟 I’m fairly certain that it’s widely accepted in the fandom that Jay’s a good cook.

I would imagine that he had to pick up the skill fairly early given the state of his childhood prior to the adoption.

Aside from having to feed himself, he also had to keep his ma fed, and dammit just because times were hard that didn’t mean that they couldn’t have small comforts.

He learned how to do the best he could with what little they had, and honestly? It was pretty damn good.

Between the errands that he ran for various folks in the neighborhood and his ahem—five-finger discount—he was usually able to put together an honest to goodness balanced meal at least once a week.

Grant it, a lot of it came out of boxes, bags, and cans, but a vegetable is a vegetable at the end of the day, right?

🌟 Anyways!

🌟 Once he moved into the Manor his skills only improved, what with having Alfie’s immense talent to glean from.

Dude. Can. Burn. Do you fucking hear me??

Definitely the type to be craving something at two in the am and make that shit regardless of how intricate it is. I mean, if he wants a rack of lamb and he’s got the means to make it then why the fuck not?

Though he’ll never admit to it aloud (unless he’s feeling especially soft), being the provider he is he’s always wanted to be able to give his family all the home cooked meals he never got, and he wants them to be good.

To that end he made sure to learn all that Alfred/Food Network/YT/dozens upon dozens of cookbooks had to teach him. If he doesn’t know how to make something just give him a few days and access to a recipe and I guaran-damn-tee you that he’ll have it mastered by the end of it all.

🌟 All that said, baking is probably his least favorite way to cook, meat-based dishes notwithstanding.

This mostly applies to desserts, tho a lot of breads are also on his side-eye list lol. And he hates most casseroles too, if he’s being completely honest. He finds them to be a bit too heavy/rich for his liking. But anyways…

🌟 In his opinion baked desserts are either too involved or not challenging enough.

For example: basic cookies/pies/cakes? Yeah, those are all delicious, but boring as hell to make.

But on the other hand if you make something a bit fancier like, say, ladyfingers, that takes way more precision than what he wants to put in tbh. And then you got shit like puff pastries where you gotta keep folding and freezing it and shit all just to get the right texture? Yeah—no.

And don’t even get him started on the decorating aspects. The intensity that he puts into gift wrapping manifests itself here too and honestly he doesn’t want to put himself through that esp. given the fact that he knows he’s not exactly the best at it.

I know this all sounds like it contradicts what I wrote above, but some people are just like that. They’ll make a whole ass seven course meal without batting an eye, but ask them what’s for dessert and they’ll tell you to go fuck yourself lmao.

🌟 Christmas, and more importantly you, are the exception to the rule, however.

If his doll wants to bake up some cookies then that’s damn well what the pair of you are going to do.

But don’t think he’s doing this solely to humor you and isn’t getting any enjoyment out of it. There are very few things that you do together that he doesn’t love by virtue of, well, your doing it together lol.

Between work/school/whatever other life things the pair of you got going on, domestic reprieves are few and far between. I personally canon Jay as being a big homebody, and shit like this? Yeah, he lives for it.

🌟 Luckily for you both he’s less far militant about this than the gift wrapping thing lol.

So long as there isn’t anything on the line and-or these cookies aren’t meant to go on display he’s able to dial back the intensity. He doesn’t want this to be anything but fun for you both.

It should be said, however, that he’s really adamant about getting accurate measurements. There will be no putting liquids in dry cups or vice versa in his house, no sir. In fact he’s more apt to use a scale if you’re making anything larger than a single batch; it’s just easier that way.

Anything meant to be given as a gift will probably be something really basic that doesn’t require any decoration outside of nice packaging (think homemade slice-and-bake type deals).

🌟 His favorite cookies to both eat and decorate are gingerbread men. Yeah, he’s basic like that.

He’s a big fan of warm, heavily spiced things, especially in the colder months, and gingerbread hits all the right notes for him.

On the production end it helps that they’re a p. basic cookie to make, and even easier to make pretty thanks to the cookie cutter. Likewise decorating them is a straight forward endeavor, but you also have the option of doing something a bit more elaborate if you so choose.

And the scent… *chef’s kiss*

If you can abide by it, he’ll definitely keep a few gingerbread scented candles around the house and occasionally light them throughout the year.

🌟 In that same vein gingerbread houses are also a thing—a very big thing, in fact.

They���re not the most practical decoration—never mind the vermin that they’re basically begging to move right the hell in—but something about them just screams ‘Christmas’ to him.

He doesn’t go in for those store bought kits, not when there are so many cool templates to be found online, and that’s saying nothing of what the two of you can dream up together.

Has certainly initiated a few fun competitions between you to see who could make the best creation. These are never serious, naturally, with the prizes being sweet and-or flirty things like winner gets x-amount of cuddles and kisses and the like which means there are no real losers to be had.

Ahhhh~ it’s so cute, y’all are so cute, I cannot…

🌟 Overall it’s a p. chill time. Naturally things get a bit more involved if you’re making the houses, but even then the vibe’s very ‘lo-fi winter mix’ lol.

Things never get too messy because who the fuck wants to clean that shit up? And in between batches you’ll be snacking on the scraps while you decorate and chill and just generally enjoy each other’s company—and if that isn’t that the very thing we all need in these trying times idk wtf is…

The Short Second Life of Gregory the Gingerbread Man || WC: ~400

You look on in mock horror as your man liberates a smiling cookie being of one of its signature—nay, sacred—decorations.

“‘Noooo! Not the gumdrop button!’” Your impersonation of Gingy leaves a lot to be desired, you’re sure, but it gets your building buddy to laughing so it’s all good.

For his part Jay continues to chuckle as he affixes the sugar-crusted treat to the trimming that runs along the roof of his larger creation. To call the thing a ‘gingerbread house’ would be an insult to all parties involved; it’s a gingerbread McMansion at the very least, one complete with a Berry Blue Jell-O pool and Isomalt picture windows. The not-so-little house is nearly nicer than your actual home, though the same cannot be said for the state of its tenants.

“Poor Gregory. I can’t believe you’re gonna do my mans dirty like that,” you continue on as you look over the defaced cookie. “It’s not like he was wearing much to begin with. With the buttons gone he may as well be naked! At the very least he’s been disgraced. How’s he supposed to look the rest of his ginger-family in the face now?”

“…Good point.”

Jay picks Gregory up then, and for a moment you think he’s gonna set him back to rights, but–

“Wow. You really just did that, huh? The buttons weren’t enough, you had to go and eat his legs too.”

“And his stomach, that’s the most important bit,” he tells you around his bite. “The little dude was living foul. Out here all half-dressed—that shit ain’t decent. We gotta think of the ginger-children if nothing else, babe.”

You snort out half a laugh at that, though his solution ignores several others that would’ve allowed Greg to live to see another day (i.e. replacing his buttons), but you don’t bother with pointing that out, especially since it looks like he’s gonna be adding the little drops to his cross hatching as well. Jay’s really going all in on this and you’re positive that before it’s even halfway complete you’ll have made another store run or five.

And as for Gregory, well… Better eaten than locked away in some gingerbread cell until The Rot sets in, you suppose.

Up Next:

🌟 Day 7: Firelight in Gotham || Decorating Your Home

“Pennies in a string, falling leaves, a sycamore—moonlight in Vermont~”

He’s always had such a beautiful voice…

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"Was I Abused" game

Copied and pasted from this post by @furiousgoldfish (to save space since you can't reformat anything in posts you reblog).

Is it accurate? Who knows! My memories of childhood are incomplete! Besides, a lot of these things seem frankly normal to me and not abusive at all... which, if they are abusive, is probably an especially bad sign. Hm. Anyway, on to the game!

Reblog and bold the things your parents have done to you! Italicize if you're not sure. (copy paste it all and then bold)

Physical abuse

parent slapped me to prove their point / teach me a lesson (I don't remember. It would have been loss of temper anyhow, not point-proving or lesson-teaching.)

parent spanked me as a “punishment” saying it was for my own good (Hey, I was raised full-on Michael Pearl TTUAC-style. This is foundational.)

parent pulled on my hair to force me to move

parent threw things at me while angry, things heavy enough to hurt me (Kind of? She and my sister were on my bed, top bunk. I was cowering on the floor. But I dunno if she was angry.)

parent trapped me in a room/corner so I couldn’t escape them (I don't remember. But I do know, in my very bones, that there was no escape from them. You couldn't run. You couldn't hide. And trying would only make things worse.)

parent hit me when I wouldn’t obey them / tried to confront them (To Train Up A Child, people.)

parent used a twig / stick / belt to lash at my body (Again—this is the Pearl technique. My parents broke a lot of wooden paint mixing sticks on me before discovering this whippy plastic rod about the thickness of a pencil! You could sharpen the end in a pencil sharpener, too. They had a ton of those, it seemed like. And a short one for trips outside the house; it fit in Mom's purse.)

parent grabbed me to force me to pay attention to them

parent pinned me down and physically prevented me from escaping (...Yeah. Again, this is the Pearl technique.)

parent brought me into situations where I feared for my life (I—look, it's not like the fears were rational or anything. It's just that the world is terrifying when you're autistic and so much hurts. And have been taught your whole life that "the world" is a terrible, dangerous place that can kill you both physically and spiritually. Yeah.)

parent made it painfully obvious for me that I’ll obey them or suffer injuries (I mean. TTUAC.)

parent threatened to beat me if I wouldn’t do as they say (This was the most basic part of my childhood. Like air. Under what circumstances would this not be the case? Unimaginable.)

parent forcefully fed me something I refused to eat (Does not letting you eat between meals, and putting the same food in front of you at each meal—over and over again until you either eat it or it grows mold—count?)

parent made an attempt at strangling / drowning / burning me

parent banged my head / body into the wall / furniture (To be fair, I hit him first. And it's not like I broke the table when his punch sent me across the room: I didn't hit it that hard. Just busted open the back of my head a bit.)

parent forced me into sexual activities

Emotional abuse

parent called me derogatory names and slurs more than once (Frankly, I'm still reasonably convinced that I am a monster. And evil. And I am definitely a fool, at least biblically speaking. "The fool says in his heart, 'There is no god,'" indeed.)

parent said my name mostly with hatred and scorn in their voice (To be fair, it was my name.)

parent degraded and humiliated me in front of others for fun

parent insulted and devalued something really important to me (I mean, in retrospect, it was dumb. Just a worthless paper model of a house, that's all. It wasn't even that great. I was a little kid, after all. So what if I'd spent all day on it? It was still garbage, really.)

parent deprived me of something that meant the world to me (I don't remember. I genuinely don't remember, but I still have trouble admitting that I care about anything because part of me is terrified that if anyone knows I like a thing they'll have a way to hurt me, and that fear has to have come from somewhere, right?)

parent yelled and swore at me in anger more than once

parent blamed me for things that were out of my control/not my fault (And they do feel bad about this now.)

parent shamed me for my physical appearance

parent guilt-tripped me for not pleasing them well enough (I mean, they tried. But good luck; I have no idea what guilt feels like. I bought a book about it because I was curious.)

parent regarded me as a burden, and shamed me for needing them at all (Hmm. I don't really do shame either. I was a burden, though.)

parent insisted I couldn’t take a joke after I was hurt by their insults

parent never comforted me / got angry if I reached for comfort (Again, to be fair: I'm autistic. I'm pretty sure they were just having trouble with my body language and facial expressions. Why else would they punish me for bad attitude when all I wanted was to be cooed at and fluttered over with the same concern they showed my siblings when they cried about their wounded knees?)

parent punished me for crying / showing fear / showing trauma symptoms

parent humiliated me for showing excitement and happiness

parent subtly let me know that my feelings and my problems don’t matter (They, uh. They don't. My feelings and problems are mine. Why should anyone else care? It's genuinely not their problem.)

parent got angry at me for feeling depressed / angry / tired / suicidal

parent blamed me for feeling depressed / angry / tired / suicidal (Who else's fault would it be? They're my feelings, produced by my body and brain, experienced only by me, in my own head. Dang if I see how anybody else could be to blame.)

parent compared me to cousins / other children to prove how I’m the worst (Dang you, Perfect Second Child. ... Although... in retrospect... that set-up wasn't great for you either, was it. Hm.)

parent decided for me how I feel when it was convenient for them

parent told me that I was crazy / delusional / need to be locked away (I don't remember. It sounds familiar. But I don't. I don't remember.)

parent threatened me with kicking me out / sending me away if I don’t change (Kind of? Does it count if you overhear your parents talking about it in their locked bedroom? Not their fault I was listening at the door, surely. They were genuinely considering it. I can't blame them. I was a terrible child.)

parent refused to accept my sexuality gender / tried to force it to change

parent required me to act normal to protect family’s reputation

parent isolated me from family activities they all enjoy (Nooo, haha, I did that all on my own.)

parent assured me that nobody will ever want me (I mean... "only a mother could love" is a saying for a reason. And if even my own mother couldn't love me, well! I don't remember whether anyone told me this outright. It just seemed... obvious.)

parent insisted that I was lucky and that I could have had it much worse (I could have!)

parent made me responsible for their well-being and made me the caretaker

parent insisted that their harmful acts were all done “out of love” (The subject of love was confusing. "I don't love you," "I hate you," "I have to love you because you're my child, so I love you—but I don't have to like you, and I don't, I don't like you at all" ...it was all very confusing.)

parent demanded I be available for their requests at any time (Well, yes, obviously. To Train Up A Child was very clear about this.)

parent punished me for trying to establish boundaries (Boundaries, boundaries. Hmm. Interesting concept....)

parent destroyed my belongings as a form of revenge (Revenge? I don't know. Consequences, I think it was. For keeping all my favorite toys on my bed, and nesting in them. So obviously they had to be thrown onto the floor. And at my head. Ahaha.)

parent made inappropriate sex jokes and comments in my presence

parent denied doing any of this and insists that all the blame is on me (I'm not sure they aren't right, honestly. As previously noted, I am a horrible person, and I was even more horrible as a child.)

Psychological Abuse

parent kept pointing out my flaws as proofs that I won't achieve anything (Mmm... was it them, or was it me doing this? Seems like they were always telling me how intelligent I was, how talented, how much promise I had. The voices asking why wasn't I doing anything, why couldn't I use the gifts God had given me correctly, why was I wasting it all, I'm the stupidest smart person ever, garbage, can't do anything right, etc., seem to have always come from my own mind.)

parent called me stupid, incompetent, ignorant, while withholding information that I needed to know in order to complete tasks

parent would change their side of the agreement at a crucial moment and then pretend it was obvious from the start

parent stalked me / distrusted me without any reason / invaded my privacy (I'm really not sure. What privacy? A four-bedroom house with twelve people in it has very little room for privacy. And if you have nothing to hide....)

parent attacked my insecurities and vulnerabilities in any argument (Dad's always been very good at this. It's his emotional intelligence, I think. Never been much of a cryer, but he can do it to me every time!)

parent forced me into degrading actions while they watched

parent threatened to leave me

parent regularly accused me of behaving the way they did

parent never acknowledged, praised or approved of my actions

parent always demanded they be acknowledged as right without any proof / explanation (Sort of? They had explanations. It's just that those explanations were often terrible. Not that my parents were aware of that.)

parent insisted that they’re a great parent using financial support as proof

parent insisted that I should be grateful for how good they are to me (Keeping me safe from the world! The evil, dirty, disgusting world, full of immoral monsters! Oh, the horrible things that could happen to me without their protection! ...Which is not entirely untrue, I guess. But... I dunno....)

parent gaslit me and tried to make me believe my memories weren’t real if I confronted them with what they did

Neglect

parent didn’t notice I haven’t been eating properly (Frankly, I preferred that. I never much cared for being forced to eat things that made me feel sick.)

parent didn’t notice I was sick / didn’t care for me while I was sick

parent didn’t notice I was injured (Eh. After the first few years of my life, that suited me just fine.)

parent didn’t notice I didn’t have clothes / shoes I needed for school (I didn't go to school.)

parent didn’t notice I suffered from trauma (Look, it's—it's the autism again, okay? Living in a world that hurts you horribly at unpredictable moments is traumatic. I didn't know it was trauma. I just thought it was life. So how could they have known?)

parent didn’t notice I was anxious and stressed (Oh, they noticed that.)

parent didn’t notice I was depressed (Once again—I didn't realize. So how could they? I'm really not sure this counts.)

parent didn’t notice I was cutting myself (Whipping myself, actually. With tree branches. Until the skin broke. Hmm, that was when I was in my early teens, though—as a kid I used to turn a little wooden rocking chair upside down and throw myself into the sharp ends of the rockers. To be fair, they might have noticed. Just... who really cares? I was a rough and tumble kid. Scrapes and bruises and cuts and what-have-you were to be expected. Anyway, there was no cutting; I never cut myself.)

parent didn’t notice I was suicidal (I wasn't. I'm not. I won't be. Mind over matter. Ha.)

parent didn’t notice I was being sexually abused

parent didn’t notice I was being bullied

parent failed to get me medical attention when it was needed

parent failed to teach me the very basics of self care

parent didn’t seem to notice any of my needs and feelings except the absolute minimum I required to survive (Uh. Anything more than the absolute minimum you require to survive isn't a need. You need to survive. Do you really need anything else? I mean, it's nice, a definite plus, but....)

when I notified them of these things, they denied it, accused me of lying, decided it wasn’t happening and/or blamed me for it

Financial Abuse

parent made me feel ashamed for needing money

parent made me feel like I was a financial burden to them (But I was. Come on, now. There's no way honesty counts as abuse. ...Is there?)

parent only gave me minimal money to survive (I don't—there were kids out there getting money from their parents? I mean, they're giving you clothes, food, and shelter already. What for would you need money? I must be missing something.)

parent made sure I never have a decent amount of money on me (Again—I never had that much money. Quarters from the Tooth Fairy: that was it. Money from birthday cards or whatever went in the college fund under their bed. "For your future." And I raided that stash later to buy books anyhow.)

parent took the money I earned from me

parent used the money to blackmail me (if you continue this way let’s see who will pay for your bus ticket!)

parent insisted since they “pay for my stuff” they have the right to control my behaviour and actions (and attitudes. Is this, um. Is this not true?)

parent had enough money for luxury but kept me without anything

parent refused to get my medicine / get me medical attention because it’s too expensive while they got everything for themselves (Nah, they didn't visit the doctor either.)

parent would keep me anxious over if they would pay my expenses or not

parent would make me do as much work for them as possible before they would pay for a necessity

parent kept me in the dark over family finances even when I was of age (Was that them, though? Or was that me? It's difficult to know what's going on with your money when you can't go outside during the day—so no bank visits—and you don't have the password to your bank account because you never asked for it, so you can't do anything online. Which was just as well, because my laptop was... not great. Almost certainly terribly insecure.)

parent would make sure I never have enough money to escape them

If you bold more than 5 things, you have been through abuse. For some particular ones, even one true thing on this list means you’ve been badly harmed by your parents. Also this list is not complete, there are many more abusive behaviours not listed here, feel free to add!

#furiousgoldfish #'Was I Abused' game #child abuse #? #memories #Isaiah muses

[iamdunn]

Miraculous Flash Forward part 2: Hei Mao

A Miraculous Fan-fic

Written By

AJ Dunn

Adrien went about his day grocery shopping and stocking his new home with personalized essentials. Something to make it more him and not as much Amelie, bless her heart fro trying. It had been nice having a mother even if it wasn’t his mother. Emelie remained in a coma in London. He had visited her everyday. It felt like he had finally healed from her loss only to have the wound ripped open again. The ache still seeped from his being as a dark shadow hung over him. Not only did he have to hide from the identity his father created for him, but also the bad publicity his father created as well. 

With groceries put away, and Plagg fed, Adrien set about finally unpacking his bags. He could hear the television turn on as Plagg scrolled through channels. News reports still talking about the capture of Hawk Moth even though it’s been two years. A report came on their air and he recognied Feliz’s voice. He hung his shirt and went downstairs to see. 

“I have been given full authority over the former Agreste Brand and we will be revitalizing this brand starting…” he stopped talking to the microphone at the podium to turn around. He was standing in front of the Agrest Building that Gabriel had built. Felix raised his hand as the blind covering the company name was removed and exposed the new name. 

“Graham De Vanily” 

“In honor of our beloved Emelie Graham De Vanily who was so terribly stolen away from us by the heinous villain Hawk Moth.” Felix’s fist clenched near his chest as he closed his eyes for a moment. Adrien was hurt hearing the words but Felix’s scheme was working. The crowd cheered. No one really knew exactly what happened to Adrien’s mother, but making her the face of this company’s new facelift, making her the victim in all of it, took the public's eye off of Adrien and showed the company’s sympathy for the victims rather than the villain. 

Camera flashed as Felix reopened his eyes. Reporters pushing forward with their demanding questions and microphones ready to accept his answers. 

“What about Adrien Agreste?”

“I’m sorry there is no Adrien Agreste.” Felix said sharply. It was what Adrien had asked him to do. 

“Then who was the model Gabriel used?” This was the part that Adrien knew Felix could handle. He watched as Felix threw on his best Adrien smile and scruffed his hair into the shaggy mane that was Adrien’s trade hair style. He was good. Adrien missed the antics of their childhood with his twin of a cousin. Adrien snorted a laugh then shook his head returning to his chores. 

“Is it dinner time yet?” Plagg complained. Adrien returned to the seating area. Plagg was still seated on his favorite armchair with a lump of cheese. It wasn’t Camembert but it seemed to satiate him enough. 

“You're right.” he smiled realizing how quickly the day went by. “Let’s go.” Adrien walked to the front door. Looking back at Plagg wondering why the little guy wasn’t moving. Plagg stared at him stupidly.

“You're not planning on taking the metro again,” Plagg complained. “When we can take the quicker route.”

“It’s still light outside, I can’t risk Cat Noir being seen by the public.” 

“He was seen last night by those guys?” 

“But who is going to believe a bunch of criminals?” Adrien realized he would have to think of something to maintain his own cover of darkness.

“But you're not even Cat Noir anymore.” Plagg reminded him. “Just change the appearance of your suit.”

“Wait,” Adrien walked back into the seating area. “I can do that?” 

“Kind of,” Plagg explained. “You will still be dressed in black, but you could… add a hoodie to cover your sunshine blond hair.” Plagg flew up and looked Adrien over. His tiny hand on his chin. “Maybe you could check out Marinettes’ website for some thoughts.” 

“But when I transform it automatically puts this design on me.” Adrien was confused. 

“It’s too basic,” Plagg complained. “Shadow Moth never wore a dress I can assure you but Mayura did. Polymouse looked nothing like Multimouse, and let’s face it, Luka was a way better holder for Sass than you.” Plagg was still sore about that one. Adrien thought about it. Sure a hoodie would help, but he didn’t want people to know there was A BLACK CAT superhero in Shanghai. 

“I’ll think about it. For now, we take the Metro.” He grabbed his coat and key then opened the door. 

Adrien got off the bus at the same stop as last night and went into the same store. This time he would grab something at random then head to the restaurant. He could smell something amazing coming from the restaurant down the street and it made him think of a seafood dish he had the last time they visited. Adrien found the seafood tanks in the back of the market and picked out 4 hairy crabs. 

“Cheng Sifu, I am here,” Adrien said as he entered the kitchen. He handed the bag with the four live crabs in it to Cheng. His eyes widened in excitement as if he had hoped for this.

“This is a very fortunate fateful food, Adrien.” He dropped the four crabs into the already boiling pot. “I started this broth earlier for another crab dish but these are much fatter and tastier.” Cheng proceeded to show Adrien how to prepare the broth and they worked quickly as the crab's shells turned bright red before they used a wire scoop to lift them from the pot. Cheng strained the broth from the pot setting it aside as they rinsed the crab in ice-cold water so they could deshell them. Cheng flung droplets of water from his fingers as he worked so quickly. Splattering Adrien on the face. Adrien laughed like a little kid seeing the playful grin on Sifu's face. 

“I give you Adrien Soup.” Cheng set a bowl down in front of Adrien. 

“De Vanily Soup.” Adrien corrected him. The steam rolled off the bowl as chunks of crab bobbed in the bowl. The red broth with vegetables floating sent an aroma into Adrien's face. He was proud to be able to know how to make this. Cheng played the accordion as Adrien scooped the soup into his mouth. He lost himself somewhere in the memory as he looked to his side smiling expecting to see Marinette laughing at her uncle. She wasn’t there. The smile drained from Adrien’s face as he looked back at Cheng. 

“We could call her.” Cheng set the accordion down then took a seat across from Adrien. He let his face fall back to his bowl as he continued to eat trying to regain his composure. He felt the burning in his eyes as the tears tried to well up but he swallowed them down with another bite of soup. 

“Best not.” He said then looked at his watch. “You know, the time difference.” He shrugged then lifted his empty bowl. They returned to the kitchen to clean up but the kitchen staff took his bowl and there was nothing more to do. “See you tomorrow Cheng Sifu.” Adrien gave him a quick wave then headed for the alleyway. It was very dark now as clouds were rolling in. Adrien thought about what Plagg had said earlier and imagined what his suit would look like with a hood. 

“Plagg claws out.” He said. Sure enough, as his suit covered his body from toe to head, a leather hood sprouted off the neck covering his head, his cat ears protruded from the top. It came down far enough over his eyes that while he could still see, it would make seeing his face that much harder. It was much different from the suit he wore as Aspik which completely covered his head, this one instead felt more modern and airy. He made his way back to Chao. 

“It will rain tonight, Xuesheng,” Chao said as Mao landed on the ground before him. “We will start with a few small lessons, but you will need to rest your Kwami.” Mao had to take a minute to take in what Chao had said.

“Rest my…” his breath caught in his lungs. “Kwami?” 

“You think me a fool? That I do not know what powers your ability.” Chao turned and headed into a side room of the temple. Mao followed him. There were many drawings on the walls, various characters that depicted magical beings. “Many believe them to be folklore. And to those who are not trained, they are.” Adrien sees a black cat adorned character from an ancient Chinese battle. “Many are taught here and sent to the guardian temple to become guardians. I was one of them.” Chao said.  

“You were a guardian?” Mao asked. 

“I was there when the temple was gobbled up by a sentimonster.” Chao turned to look at him. “It was you, and your partner that defeated it, and restored the temple.” 

Mao was shocked as he stood before his Sifu. Chao turned and walked deeper into the temple down a flight of stone stairs to a large room filled with various weaponry, sparring dummies and in the middle of the room a large sparring mat. Mirror lined the four walls surrounding the mat. The torch-style electric lighting illuminated the room in an orange glow. There was a small table in the corner with a plate of cheese and crackers.

“I assume Plagg still eats human-sized portions of cheese?” Chao asked. Mao chuckled. He was still nervous at the prospect of exposing his identity to anyone but Master Fu. “I assure you, it is safe here.” 

“Claws in.” He whispered. Plagg zipped out. His eyes exposing his shock as he found himself in a strange place. Until his eyes fell on the Sifu.

“Chao Sifu?” Plagg asked in surprise. He flew up to the old man gripping his face in his tiny hands. Chao chuckled at the action, bringing his hands to cup the Kwami.

“You seem… friendly.” Adrien felt a bit jealous as he watched his best friend warm up to a stranger.

“Plagg and I encountered much mischief.” He stared at the Kwami now sitting in his hands. “I was but a child when I went to the temple. I felt caged in. I did not want to be there.” he set Plagg down by the plate then brought his hands back together in front of himself. “Sometimes at night, Plagg and I would escape the temple and bound free through the mountains.” Adrien's jaw dropped as he heard the Sifu talk about his rebellious side. 

“Sounds like someone I know,” Adrien said acting innocent. 

“Cat Noir had plenty of freedom, while Adrien was locked in the best bedroom any teenage boy could want.” Plagg scoffed as he gobbled some cheese. 

“Oh, is that so?” Chao asked. 

“It’s a long story.” Adrien swung his arms in anticipation of his first lesson. 

“We shall start with some basic steps.” Chao led him to the center of the sparring mat after they kicked off their shoes. 

Adrien hurt so bad as he rolled out of bed the next morning. Not sure if he would be able to move. In the bathroom, he stripped out of his pajamas tossing them on the floor. He caught sight of his body in the ever-present mirrors that encircled the room. The main thing he hated about the bathroom. He was his own constant reminder of his father. 

“Hmm…” he mused in the mirror. “At least now I know what father would have looked like after taking a beating.” he chuckled. Plagg droned on something about being awake so early and not having anywhere to go. 

After soaking in the steaming hot jet stream tub Adrien sat on the couch with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He had to lower the eclectic blinds on the windows to prevent possible sighting of the mysterious floating creature even though they were up high enough that it was most likely not a concern. 

He opened his laptop and began searching through design pages looking for ideas for his Hei Mao suit. 

“Nothing,” Adrien said frustrated after a while. 

“What about Marinette. She could design something for you.” Plagg offered. Adrien shook his head, he wanted nothing more than to wear a Marinette design again. 

“I can’t talk to her Plagg.” Adrien groaned. 

“But Felix can, and if I remember right he is the CEO of a fashion company am I right?” Plagg was on to something. He picked up his cell phone and dialed up his cousin.

“Adrien to what do I owe the pleasure of your call?” He sounded upset. 

“What is it, Felix?” Adrien’s question could wait. 

“I just got out of a meeting with public relations and they’re screaming for something to boost the community morale.” Adrien smiled. This was purrfect he thought.

“I think I can solve your problem and you can solve mine.” Adrien started. “Initiate a community-wide design competition. The theme is aged-up versions of Ladybug and Cat Noir in more… fitting attire.”

“It’s a competition?” Felix asked. “What would the reward be?” 

“How about the winner gets to spend an entire day or week as a Graham De Vanily designer and their design is featured in the catalog, as say a costume.” Adrien grinned. “I’ll be the final judge, a silent Judge.”

“How,” Felix started, his voice sounding confused. “Does this benefit you?” 

“Remember that girl, Marinette?” Adrien asked him. 

“How could I forget,” Felix remember the beautiful girl from the video sent to Adrien.

“She’s a designer and well, I really want a costume designed by her.” Adrien wasn’t entirely lying. 

“Let me guess, you want the Ladybug costume.” Felix scoffed. 

“Exactly, well one of each. But the winner will be the one who designs the best of each costume, it’s a two for the win.” Adrien’s face beamed and he was glad that Plagg was the only one who could see it. 

“I’ll put the word out,” Felix said coldly before hanging up the phone. 

It had been nearly a month since the announcement for the costume design went out. He watched Marinette’s webpage and even found Alya’s blog. They definitely knew about it and even commented that Marinette would be entering her designs in as well. Adrien was so excited. His body was getting more accustomed to the beatings dished out by Chao Sifu, and his cooking skills got better with Cheng Sifu. During the day he often went past the temple to watch Chao Sifu teaching classes to groups of younger kids. They seemed to be far too young to learn martial arts but he was also forced to participate in far more activities by the time he was their age. 

He spoke a number of different languages and played the piano. Adrien hadn’t touched one since he left his in his old bedroom. Felix said he wanted to move into the Agreste manor but felt uncomfortable with that idea given the current state of the public opinion regarding it. So he agreed to ensure the mansion was being maintained for when Adrien was ready to return to it. 

Adrien felt a little stalkerish as he checked Marinette’s social media accounts daily, followed Alya’s blog, and even yes. The Lady blog. Marinette got more beautiful as she grew up. He had been watching his friends from afar. Nino seemed to be doing good. He even found Luka’s page. He wondered why Marinette hadn’t mentioned anything on her pages about her boyfriend or husband. Luka seemed happily married as he bragged about various things his twins were doing, never posting pictures of them though, or his wife. 

Something tugged at Adrien’s heart as he scrolled through her pages. Juleka now served as her primary female model for her designs and even Luka joined in on occasion. He used to be Marinette’s model. As the contest date closed in, Adrien had to fight the urge to return to Paris for it. He wanted to be there, to witness Marinette winning. He knew her designs were going to be the winners. The days dredged by as Adrien maintained his covert agenda. His evening meals with Cheng Sifu, and his training with Chao Sifu. Two people that maintained his secrets. Even the grocery clerk aided him in his endeavors as she would help him pick out his fateful food items each day. 

“So, are you planning on being here for the judging?” Felix asked. 

“You know I can’t.” Adrien felt like his father, he had always had Nathalie walk around with the tablet showing him each of the designs. He didn’t even want to be that present. 

“I have an idea,” Felix said. “I’ll call you right back.” A few minutes passed when Adrien’s phone chimed on his duo to pick up a video call. He saw Felix standing in a mirror wearing a pair of clear lens glasses. The image was coming from a micro camera in the frames. “This way, You can hear and see everything and no one will be the wiser.” 

“How, can you hear me?” he asked. Felix reached up to the earpieces over both ears. 

“The speakers are her like with earbuds only they don’t go in the ear. I can’t see you though unless I look at my phone.”

“This is purrfect.” Adrien beamed. He saw his cousin groan dropping his shoulders.

“Did you just make a cat pun?”

“Yep.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Pawsibly.” 

“You’re encourageable.” Felix turned away from the mirror. He was in his suit at the Bourgeois Hotel. It was just like the one Chloe used to live in. 

“I know.” Adrien fought back the urge to say something cattish. 

“Goodbye, Adrien.” Despite his cold tone, Felix really did seem to enjoy their dynamics. He was the straight-laced one and Adrien, fun and playful. 

“Could you imagine Plagg?” Adrien slumped back in his chair. “If Felix was given this miraculous,” he said holding up his hand. A look of terror crossed Plagg’s face as if he was threatened to never be given cheese again. Adrien laughed. 

It was the day of the competition and Adrien watched as Felix straightened his tie. A chill running down his spine as he recalled how his father used to do it. Felix really was the younger version of his father. Sometimes he forgot that they had different fathers. Even though he looked nothing like his father, rather they both looked like Gabriel and Amelie. 

Adrien shook the feeling off his shoulders as he watched his cousin leave the bathroom. The venue was set up at the Graham De Vanily building in the showroom. There were tons of people scattered about the room with various changing stalls set up using temporary wall structures. Felix walked through the halls slowly inspecting each station. Two models to each one in a Cat Noir suit, the other in a Ladybug suit. The gender specification had been an explicit requirement for the event. 

Felix stopped by each inspecting the details and scoffed moving on to the next. Most of them were near replicas of the original suits. 

“Is there just one person here who didn’t copy the original design?” Felix fumed. 

“There,” Adrien said through the screen. He had to mirror his phone to the TV so he could get a better look at everything. His heart dropped when he recognized the old familiar midnight hair. It was no longer pulled into two down ponytails, instead, it was long and flowing. There was a bit of curl to it as it swayed back and forth with her movements. She was preparing her model already in costume. “I hope she’s not married,” he said before he realized his cousin could hear everything. 

“Miss Dupain-Cheng,” Felix said stepping up behind her. “What have you got for us this time.” He at least sounded pleasant. She spun around to face him. Adrien watched her face as it lit up in a bright red hue. 

“A..A... Adrien?” Adrien could feel heat welling up in her heart even though she was, once again mistaking Felix for him. The fact that she was still thinking about him and tripping over her words at the thought she was in his presence made him wish he had gone. 

“Felix, actually.” he took both of her hands in his looking down at them as he placed a kiss on each knuckle. “Adrien was a fool for letting a gem such as yourself slip through his fingers. Adrien fumed as his cousins’ obvious attempt to annoy him. Marinette’s cheeks returned to their normal hue as her face melted into sadness. Adrien’s heart broke for a minute. 

“Do you need a tissue, Adrien?” Plagg asked. Adrien ignored him so as to not expose him to Felix who could hear everything except the Kwami. 

“Show us what you have made for us.” Felix said. No one knew he was televising this for Adrien. Marinette explained in detail the design of this new Lady Noir Suit. It wasn’t all red as Ladybugs had been instead there was more black around the waist with a light red tulle skirting around the waist allowing for movement while offering a bit more coverage to the more sensitive areas. Another Tulle adornment lay over the breasts. 

“Exquisite Marinette,” Felix said.

“Ask about the signature stitching.” Adrien chimed in quickly. He was nearly biting at the bit as he watched his cousin explore every detail of the suit.

“Ah-hem. Um, show me your signature stitching.” He looked up at Marinette who suddenly blushed.

“How do you know about that?” Marinette shrieked. 

“Tell her Gabriel had made reference to it after other designs she had done.” Adrien threw in.

“I am the CEO of a fashion company, it is my job to know about that,” Felix smirked. Marinette pulled out another suit, it was designed for a man but she held up the collar piece showing the distinct gold embossed threading signing her name through the stitch. 

“You did that with each of these designs?” he mused then moved on to the Cat Noir suit. Adrien swallowed hard when he saw Luka wearing the Cat Noir Suit. He almost didn’t recognize him with the hood pulled nearly over his face. The Ears protruding through the hood even seemed to have a little fluff to them. The hood flowed down the back with fine red lines detailing the changes in the material. The extra padding around the soft spots was highly more with the deep red. Felix walked around Luka slowly inspecting every detain including the attached belt that held a baton. The extra-long belt that also served as Cat’s tail dangled down to the floor. Adrien wondered if his belt was actually longer now than it was when he was a teenager, he was much taller now. “Why is this red and not Neon green as his ring?” 

“This design is meant more for stealth. The red.” Marinette blushed. 

“Ah, she’s so cute.” Adrien didn’t mean to say that out loud. Felix snorted. 

“Who is Cat Noir without his Ladybug?” she finished. “I added more black to her’s to signify him on her so I thought I’d give him a piece of her.” Adrien felt warm at the thought. “As for the hood, Cat Noir has such bright hair, so this would provide him more stealth.” She scooped up the tail belt holding the end out for Felix to inspect. In fine detail along the edge of the belt was the customary Marinette signature. 

“Very good Miss Dupain-Cheng,” Felix again took her hands. He flipped them over and even rubbed his fingers along the back of her hands. “Lovely, sure you didn’t make these by hands these hands are far too nice to have labored so.” Ooh, that smooth talker. Adrien was standing now anger fumed on his face. Felix turned away and began walking to another stall. 

“Wait.” Marinette’s voice was small through the receiver. Felix turned around. Luka was holding her shoulders as she stood in front of him face Felix. She nearly shook as Adrien swore he saw a teardrop from her chin. “Can you tell him, if you see him…”

“What that you love him? I saw that video message you sent him. Was that your attempt to confess your feelings or just console a friend.” Felix seemed a bit harsh but Adrien bit back his words wondering what it was Marinette had said in the video.

“Tell him we miss him.” Ah there it was the fire in her eyes she was angry. “We miss our friend.” She turned away from Felix in a huff. Felix laughed.

“What are you doing Felix?” Adrien barked.

“Congratulations Marinette, I think you might just be our winner.” He scoffed then turned around. 

“I just had to see her fire up, oh Adrien,” Felix whispered. “I can see why she means so much to you.�� Felix tapped a button on his phone and disconnected the call. Adrien had recorded the entire video call. He replayed the video showing Cat Noir’s suit. He memorized every detail. Mulling it over in his head before setting his phone down and calling on his transformation. 

He ran to the bathroom to examine his new suit. Every detail mimicked Marinette’s design. He suddenly realized and reached for his belt tail. It was longer. He studied the red stitching design and found it. Her signature was embedded into the magic suit he now wore. 

#miraculous fandom #miraculous chat noir #adrienette #miraculous ladybug #miraculous world #felix graham de vanily #miraculous adrien #adrien agreste

[oldreignofhades]

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Aylin Nadia Karga

Nickname(s): Lin, Karga, Hades

Age: twenty-eight

Date of Birth: April 13th 1993

Hometown: Antalya, Turkey

Current Location: depends on the mission, but mostly Cairo, Egypt

Nationality: Turkish

Gender: cis woman

Pronouns: she/her

Orientation: romantic and sexual biromantic/bisexual

Religion: atheist

Political Affiliation: none

Occupation: Oracle for Four Hundred

Living Arrangements: various apartments for example in Cairo, Sao Paolo, Madeira, Sylt, Paris, London

Language(s) Spoken: French, Turkish, German, English, Spanish, (Egyptian) Arabic

Accent: a mix of Egyptian Arabic and Turkish

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Hande Ercel

Hair Colour: Brunette

Eye Colour: Dark Brown

Height: 1,75 m

Weight: 64 kg

Build: fit

Clothing Style: Elegant, but at work mostly black, somewhat comfortable so it allows her to be as flexible as possible.

Usual Expression: stoic, maybe a slight smirk, in public more soft but still with an edge so people don’t talk to her but neither suspect or of anything (less intimidating)

HEALTH

Physical Ailments: various scars (gunshot wound in her leg, cuts and other wounds on her side and arm), two numb fingers on her left hand

Allergies: Lactose

Sleeping Habits: survives on however sleep she can get, but usually she sleeps around 6 hours, sleeps lightly, wakes up often

Eating Habits: eats healthy and tries to not eat a lot, tho she has a problem with eating junk food if she’s in another town but Cairo 

Exercise Habits: exercises a lot due to the job, remains fit, jogs almost every day

Emotional Stability: a solid 6, she’s been broken before, never again (at least she tries to think that way)

Sociability: introverted yet social. It’s a weird mix of both. Aylin won’t shy away from company, though she prefers to be alone.

Body Temperature: hot-natured

Addictions: the game

Drug Use: none

Alcohol Use: frequently

PERSONALITY

Label: the femme fatale

Positive Traits: adaptable, brave, passionate, decisive, tough

Negative Traits: aggressive, two-faced, hedonistic, dishonest, Machiavellian, cruel

Goals/Desires: continue her father’s legacy, protect her son

Fears: to lose her son, to lose her position and everything she has worked for

FAVORITES

Weather: sunny, not too hot, clear skies, slight breeze

Colour: green-blue, deep red, black

Music: classical music, Turkish rap, generally a bit of everything

Movies: at the moment she quite enjoys watching kids movies with her son. It’s a lovely alternative to the stuff she sees in real life.

Sport: hunting (I guess, not animals tho)

Beverage: Wine, chai, Glühwein, Coca Cola, orange juice

Food: Burger, Köfte, Döner kebab, apple pie

Animal: lions, hawks, snakes, dogs

FAMILY

Father: Orhan Karga, deceased, former army general & Oracle for four hundred before his death

Mother: Meryem Karga, 59 years old, former model and fashion designer

Sibling(s): Volkan Karga, 25 years old, younger brother -- student

Children: Serkan Karga, 4 years old, son (biological father open as a spot)

Pet(s): none

Family’s Financial Status: rather wealthy, her father made sure to keep his family financially independent even after his death

EXTRA

Zodiac Sign: Aries -  Like their fellow fire signs, Leo and Sagittarius, Aries is a passionate, motivated, and confident leader who builds community with their cheerful disposition and relentless determination. Uncomplicated and direct in their approach, they often get frustrated by exhaustive details and unnecessary nuances.

MBTI: ISTP -  ISTPs are attentive to details and responsive to the demands of the world around them. Because of their astute sense of their environment, they are good at moving quickly and responding to emergencies. ISTPs are reserved, but not withdrawn: the ISTP enjoys taking action, and approaches the world with a keen appreciation for the physical and sensory experiences it has to offer.

Enneagram: Type Eight - Protectors believe you must be strong and powerful to assure protection and regard in a tough world. Consequently, Protectors seek justice and are direct, strong and action-oriented; they also can be overly impactful, excessive and impulsive.

Temperament: Melancholic individuals tend to be analytical and detail-oriented, and they are deep thinkers and feelers. They are introverted and try to avoid being singled out in a crowd. A melancholic personality leads to self-reliant individuals who are thoughtful, reserved, and often anxious. They often strive for perfection within themselves and their surroundings, which leads to tidy and detail-oriented behavior.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin 

Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil

Primary Vice: Wrath

Primary Virtue: Charity

Element: fire

BIO (short, longer version will follow)

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Once a loved child, Aylin grew up in a world filled with wonders. Always protected and surrounded by a great number of bodyguards, she could barely walk a meter without being watched. It didn’t take too long for her to accept her circumstances, especially considering her father’s absence most of the time. As oracle for four hundred he was tasked with getting rid of some of the world’s worst criminals which put a target on his daugher’s back. Unaware of the possible threat, Aylin attended some of the best schools and went on to see her father every now and then. His absence turned her almost bitter and resentful of him, which would change Aylin forever. The loving, laughter loving girl turned into a cold, spiteful monster with little regard for the emotion of others after her own hadn’t been acknowledged properly. Her father, noticing the sudden change in her, decided to train Aylin for a possibility to eventually take over his spot within four hundred. Their training sessions included light sparring, throwing daggers and cardio. Once started, once tasted, Aylin longed to keep on going as this felt like the right call at that time. Fed by her insatiable need for approval and spending time with her father, Aylin did everything in her power to train with him and be a good daughter. Years of training eventually manifested her choices and completely took over her life. Any possibilities to follow into her mother’s footsteps were discarded and only wrath remained. The world didn’t look all rosey after all, so she decided to help just like her father did. Yet fate propelled her into this position far too early. After her father’s murder by one of the world’s most influential forgers, Aylin took over her father’s position. 

Five years in Aylin got pregnant and took a short hiatus from Pantheon. Once Serkan was born her outlook on life changed since she had something to protect now, however the cruelty remained, as did her sudden mood swings. Shaped by a traumatic childhood and mostly neglectful parents she’s made it her mission to protect her son and continue her father’s legacy all while sating her own inner demons -- and to stop being her own worst saboteur and monster. 

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[shinkumancer-archive]

#Sonic OC #sonic fan character #glenn the long earred hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #blood /// #mentions: friends OCs #bloodshot!

[madeofsplinters]

for the symbols ask, would you mind all of them that you havent yet done for vader? you have very good opinions on him and i would like to hear them

Aw, thank you! Although man that is A LOT of Vader headcanons left to do :D But I like writing random stuff about him, soooo... Sad:

Vader still remembers all the Jedi younglings' names.

Angry/Violent:

I mean, what in Darth Vader's life *isn't* angry/violent? Lol. The particular way that he uses the Dark Side produces a really fucked up feedback loop: he's angry and in various forms of pain all the time, which produces an energy he can channel into violence, which produces self-hate and further pain, which produces more energy. Lather, rinse, repeat.

A lot of Palpatine's work with Vader is simply about managing this loop and adjusting as necessary. Giving him enough outlets for his rage that he doesn't just combust where he stands and start breaking things he isn't supposed to; tormenting him enough, and giving him the tools to self-torment, so that it never quite subsides into peace.

This isn't the only way of using the Dark Side, but it's a common one for Sith warriors; both Maul and Kylo Ren use something similar.

Sex:

Disabled people can, too have sex - it just takes a little more creativity. Vader has plenty of creativity, as well as magic super powers. If he doesn't indulge in such things - which, honestly, in canon he probably doesn't - then it's due to psychological factors: a conservative upbringing and ascetic lifestyle, unresolved grief for his wife, self-hate, depression, not wanting to let anyone in that close, etc.

Anyways if I see one more "BuT hIs DiCk DoEsN't WoRk" post here on Tumblr dot com, as if that body part is all that sex boils down to, I may actually scream.

Living Quarters:

When he's meditating in his stupid lava fortress, Vader senses the Dark Side nexus underneath him as if it's a living being, a kind of elemental lava spirit. Sometimes he talks to it in his head. (Is it "really talking" back to him? Is he just carrying out a strange symbolic drama in his own head? Don't ask - if you don't intuitively understand how a spiritual experience can be both these things at once, then you're not on Darth Vader's level.)

His favorite thing about the lava river is that it isn't Palpatine. Vader of all people knows how destructive lava is, but lava is direct and straightforward. It doesn't lie to him. It doesn't play games on purpose just to jerk him around. It just flows on and burns what's in its path, and there are days when Vader finds that both relatable and soothing.

Romantic:

Vader has a weakness for partners who are older than him, brave, smart, outwardly stable (the insides may vary), have a cute accent and strong negotiation and leadership skills, feed him attention in measured amounts, and are convinced they know better than him about everything. Padmé and Tarkin (and Obi-Wan, for that matter) all fit this type...

Friendship:

I mean, Vader doesn't really have friends, though. He is capable of forming really intense attachments to a few specific people, and tolerating others because of their competence, but anything in between those ends of the spectrum? Doesn't really compute. Vader does not chill or hang out or make pleasant conversation, not a lot of room for friends here.

Even as Anakin, he was a little like this. It was harder to tell, because his social circle was a lot bigger then - there were way more people in the "would die for them" circle, and way more who he went out of his way to be nice to, even if they weren't exactly close. But all of these social relationships involve some kind of power relation. Anakin has masters and fellow generals and an apprentice; he has favorite loyal troops and a favorite droid; he has a Supreme Chancellor who is being very nice to him for some reason. These are all people he works with, or who want something from him; he doesn't really have anyone he hangs out with just for the sake of hanging out with them. Padmé is the closest he gets to that, and even with her, he’s acting out a romantic role in the way that he thinks is expected of him so that he’ll deserve her love. (And doing a bad job of it, because Anakin is awkward, but never mind.)

Anakin has a huge heart and many attachments, don't get me wrong. But I don't think he's ever fully grasped the idea of a social connection that doesn't revolve around one of the people involved being useful to the other.

Quirks/Hobbies:

(I already did a “workshop/tinkering” one, so here’s a “flying” one...)

Vader's special experimental prototype TIE fighter is in constant need of repairs because of how recklessly he flies. It's not even that he crashes into things - it's just wear and tear because you're not actually supposed to yank the throttle that hard every damn time you turn the ship, Lord Vader, seriously how are you not passing out from those g-forces.

Vader is genuinely confused why the techs keep complaining. Podracers are used to having to rebuild their entire pod after every race. By that standard, he's doing great.

Childhood:

Tiny little bb Anakin wasn't actually any angrier than normal, at least by the standards of traumatized child slaves. Like, he was about at par. There were plenty of angrier ones. You couldn't have looked at him, in comparison to the other child slaves doing similar jobs in Mos Espa, and said "oh yeah that one in particular is gonna have anger and attachment issues."

He did stand out from the other kids, though, on account of just being a weird little nerd. He built a whole droid and a racing pod by himself and his master didn't even make him do it! He keeps talking about how he's going to be a Jedi and fly all around the galaxy and save the planet and marry a queen, when everybody knows there are at least three good reasons why that's wrong. He thinks random customers who come into his shop are his new friends! Anakin is just... weird. Off in his own little world. The other local slave kids know not to be too mean to him because he will always help you out in a pinch, and he is really good with machines, but other than that, I dunno, would you wanna hang out with Mr. I’m Gonna Be A Special Jedi?

Shmi sees this dynamic happening, but there's not much she can do, except to give Anakin all the love and reassurance that she wishes he was getting from his peers.

Cooking/Food:

Idk the Wookieepedia says that Vader can eat nutrient paste out of a straw in his mask if he wants to, but he doesn't want to because it tastes awful. So my questions here are (a) considering everything else they have to do, how can the suit's recesses possibly fit enough nutrient paste inside them for Vader's needs, and (b) seriously we're how many years in the future and we can't even make a nutrient paste that tastes good? We haven't even hit on "bland"? For the Emperor's chief enforcer, whose personal care budget is virtually unlimited? Yeah no, I'm calling canon error on this one. He can't eat, or it's too much trouble to get food into him with the other life support, so he's tube-fed. That's my headcanon.

Appearance:

Vader is very muscular. (This isn't really a "head"canon? He's literally played by a bodybuilder? But some fans disagree, so, eh.) He was already tall and strong when he was Anakin, but the suit adds height and it adds a LOT of extra weight that he has to be able to carry around with him literally every time he moves.

His recovery process after Revenge of the Sith involved having to learn how to move again, with new prosthetic limbs and horrifying new chronic injuries, basically from the ground up, and having to do it well enough that he could sword-fight Jedi Masters to the death, and he had to put on a ton of muscle in order to do that.

Palpatine was very strict in the nutrition and exercise regimes he imposed for this purpose. I have a sneaking suspicion that steroids were also involved.

#darth vader

[evermoreholland]

The Wedding: Chapter One, Picking A Date

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Summary: The one where Harrison and Y/N pick a date for their wedding.

Word Count: 1380

A/n: I’m sorry for the long wait. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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It’s been a few weeks since Harrison proposed to you in your living room. You were ecstatic to spend the rest of your life with the love of your life. Harrison was the most amazing person you know and you couldn’t imagine a life without him. 

You were really enjoying your domestic bliss. You loved that he was home with you, in your arms. Before you got engaged it had been so long since you had seen him. Harrison had been really busy with work and you haven’t had much time to spend time with each other and you were grateful for the time you had now. 

You were currently sound asleep in your bed on a Sunday morning. Harrison decided to wake up a little early to make you breakfast for you. He wanted to show you that he had so much love for you and just wanted to do something nice for you. He made you pancakes and eggs, along with chocolate covered strawberries and your favorite tea to drink. He set up the tray for you and brought it up to your shared bedroom. He came in quietly, trying not to wake you up before he could set everything up. He placed the tray on the foot of the bed, along with placing some sunflowers on the tray next to your breakfast. You loved sunflowers and Harrison loved buying you flowers.

Harrison made his way over to your side of the bed and kneel down beside the bed. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and started rubbing patterns on your forearm. Your eyes began to flutter open from his light touch.

“Good morning, angel,” Harrison said as he pressed another kiss to your cheek. Your eyes opened, and you were met with your handsome fiancé. 

“Mornin’,” you mumbled, still tired. You sat up and leaned your back against the bed’s headboard. 

“What do you have for me, lover?” You asked looking over your shoulder to see what Harrison brought for you. Harrison got up from his spot to go get the tray to bring it to you.

“Just some breakfast for my future wife,” Harrison said as he sat on the bed and handed you the tray of food.

“Thank you,” you said in appreciation.

“Can I feed you?” Harrison asked with a smile. You couldn’t help but laugh at him. He’s too cute.

“Am I a baby?” you teased and poked his cheek.

“My baby,” he said and kissed you. You both ate your breakfast together while making small talk.

“When do you want to say I do?” You asked and then fed Harrison a strawberry.

“I was thinking sometime in the summer. I know how much you love the colors,” he said as he leaned on your shoulder. You hummed in agreement.

“Yeah that could work.”

“That was easy,” Harrison laughed.

“Well, we have to pick a specific date, find invitations that we like, and then finally, send them out. It’s not a piece of cake,” you said.

“I know, but it’s good to know around what time we’re having it, at least,” he replied. You both finished eating breakfast and then made your way to get ready for the day. You both took a shower and got dressed for the day. Today you were meeting with your parents to talk about a possible engagement party and the invitations. You didn’t really want a party, but Harrison did. If you were to have something, it would be something small.  

On the car ride to your parents’ house, you took a look at your engagement ring. It was very beautiful, and you could tell that it was expensive. You never liked when Harrison would spend a lot of money on you, and a part of you felt bad that he spent so much.

“You know I love you, right?” Harrison asked when he stopped at a red light.

“Obviously, why are you asking?” You asked as you looked towards him.

“I just want you to know that I didn’t spend that much,” he said and then the light turned green.

“How did you know that’s what I was thinking about?” You asked as you looked at your hand again. “Y/n, I know you better than you know yourself sometimes. I can tell by that look on your face,” Harrison said as he pointed to your face.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help it!” you exclaimed. You weren’t upset, but you didn’t want Harrison to constantly spend a lot of money on you. It made you feel bad because you know that you can’t always return the favor.

“Angel, don’t worry about the money. We are here, love,” Harrison said as he pulled up into your parents’ driveway. He turned off the car and got on and went around to open your door for you. Harrison has been opening the car door for you since your first date, and he never stopped. It was basically a tradition. 

You knocked on the door and were met by your mother.

“My darlings!” She said excitingly and wrapped his arms around you and then Harrison. Your mother loved Harrison and has been rooting for the two of you since your first date. 

“Hello mum,” you said with a smile as you made your way into your childhood home. “Where’s dad?”

“He’s on his way home now. He was just playing golf with his mates,” your mother said as she made her way to the kitchen, you and Harrison following.

“How are you, Harrison?” You mother asked as she put the kettle on the burner to heat up some water for tea.

“I’m doing well, and you?” Harrison replied with a smile.

“I’ve been good. I’m so excited for the wedding! I can’t wait for my baby to get married,” your mother said, slightly embarrassing you. Harrison didn’t mind when your mother teased you. He actually found it quite funny.

“Mum, stop,” you whined. 

“I just love you two together,” she said with a smile. Steam came from the kettle and you knew the water was ready. You went to turn off the burner and get four mugs for tea. You prepared the tea while your mom and Harrison talked. As you finished making the last cup of tea, your father walked in the door. He first greeted you in the kitchen.

“Good afternoon, my darling daughter,” he said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Hi dad. How was golf?” You asked as you handed him a cup of tea.

“Smashed it,” your dad said with a laugh. You both made your way over to your mom and Harrison in the living room and gave them their tea.

Once you sat down your mother said, “Now let’s think about a date for this wedding.”

“We were thinking sometime in the summer. That would give us enough time to plan since it’s only October,” you said as you pulled out your phone to look at your calendar. 

“Maybe a beach wedding?” your mother asked excitingly. 

“What do you think about that Haz?” your father asked your fiancé. 

“The beach would be nice. How about late July? I won’t be filming anything then.” 

“Late July sounds good. How about the 27th?” Your mother asked. You and Harrison both took a look at your calendars to see if you had anything on that date. You were sure you didn’t because you never planned anything far in advance. 

“Sounds good,” You said.

“I’ll text my mum to make sure it works with my side of the family but I think it would be good,” Harrison said. 

“Okay, now let’s talk about the engagement party. I already spoke to Phil about it!”

The four of you spoke about the engagement party for around an hour. You discussed decorations, food, and invites. You were feeling exhausted from all of the planning so you and Harrison decided to go home. 

Once you were home Harrison and you prepared lunch together and danced in the kitchen. It finally hit you that you were going to marry Harrison. He was the most amazing man that you have ever met and you couldn’t wait for the future.

“I love you fiancée,” Harrison said.

“I love you more.”

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Tagging some people: @fallinfortom @t-holland2080 @duskholland @starlight-starks @adventurousharrisonsworld @kindasortahumanbutalsoinsane @musicalkeys @notsosmexy

#harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagine #haz osterfield #haz osterfield x reader

[dangermousie]

Even in the iffy machine translation, the end of the last extra story left me all sorts of emo. Sniffling from joy because this is so perfect as a coda and sniffling from sadness that I have no more.

I have been reading 2HA for almost two weeks, since May 31. I am a notorious speed reader (an average 300 page book takes me two hours) and I was reading it very steadily for these 11 days (though it was only the last few days where I basically stopped watching or reading anything else, obsessively binging.) The fact that it took me 11 days says something about both the immense size of this novel and the fact that I (a) reread my favorite parts mid-read and (b) had to take breaks from the emotional onslaught.

I went from disliking Moran and being not keen on Chu Wanning - the former was an immaturely evil reincarnation of a monster and the latter cold and unpleasant, as far as I was concerned - to bawling my eyes over both of them together or separately and being so invested, it was honestly a little scary.

Funny thing is I can pinpoint the exact moment I fell for CWN - when he throws his exorcism fee into the face of the evil elder who amply earned the wrath of his particular ghost and proceeds to restore justice. But I cannot pinpoint such a moment for Moran. I have no idea how I went from “I don’t like novels with an evil protagonist” to “I am sobbing over him so hard I want to barf” but there it was. I also can’t pinpoint when I went from “this is kinda random as a novel” to “this is really interesting” to “you can pry this novel out of my cold dead hands and then my zombie self will still fight you for it.”

But here we are.

I am always leery to claim I can be objective about something I loved so hard so I don’t know if my view of this novel as amazing is objective. All I can tell you is that it is impeccably plotted, has complicated characters and some beautiful language. It also hit my particular narrative and character kinks so hard they are still ringing - period setting, men with weapons, love beyond death and then beyond even that, redemption narrative, view of the power structures as hypocritical and corrupt, heroism, and above all for yours truly SO MUCH ANGST. I am a notorious angst vampire but despite that (or perhaps because of that), I don’t tend to cry over angsty things much. This novel made me full on bawl five times - (1) when Chu Wanning sacrifices himself for Moran at the rift and Moran realizes what has happened and the bit with the body and the wontons (2) Nangong Si’s sacrifice (3) Chu Wanning rescuing Moran from execution and fighting the whole world for it and then Moran dying in his arms and aftermath (4) destruction of Siseng Peak (5) the ending - though this time from happiness...And we are not even going to get to all the times I sniffled like someone with a permanent cold. Hell, I am getting sniffly now just thinking about it.

I could try to be objective and ask whether it would have been better to not have as many dubcon/noncon flashbacks (though for once, some of the sex scenes actually had to do with character development, which is a total rarity in any book) or whether Chu Wanning really needed to be the resident psychopath magnet for every psychopath in a hundred mile radius, but at this rate it honestly would feel churlish to nitpick anything that gave me so much pure emotional reading pleasure. Plus, one of the joys of this novel is how unrestrained, how far-flung, how gonzo it is in every way - from emotional to physical to plotwise. It’s like a feast with so much food some of it is going to fall off the table.

Don’t worry, I am going to go back to my regular scheduling programming soon but before I do, a little fun:

Favorite Character: Moran. Yeah yeah I know, it seems everyone’s favorite is Chu Wanning. I adore CWN and he’s a close, very close second, but I am such a sucker for painful redemption narratives. (Moran’s narrative is redemption of his character; CWN’s is slow revelation of his character.) Plus, he’s had the worst childhood of anyone in this book and you know me...

Most Hated Character: DUHHHHHH!!!! Past life Shimei. I am still pissed off he didn’t get a more gruesome death. There is absolutely nothing redeeming about him - even XSL, mad and evil as he was, still had a warm feeling for his teacher. But there was nothing but rot and murder inside past life Shimei. (I hate current life Shimei also, but nowhere nearly as much.)

Biggest OTP: duh! Moran x CWN is everything I love in an OTP. They literally died for each other twice. But it’s just wonderful to read about them in every way and it’s a rare OTP with big drama that I can also see happy in every day mundane surroundings. Nangong Si x Ye Wangxi are my runner up.

Best family: The Xues. Is there any doubt? They are amazing and loving and righteous. They managed to bring up Xue Meng who despite being loved and spoiled is a total pure, righteous puppy. They took in Moran and made him family (and even once they find out he’s not really family, they still love him every bit as much as if he’s their own; but then Uncle Xue was the best, most loving, and most proud father to Xue Meng, even if XM was not his biologically.) And they ran a cool righteous sect and were fun and warm and awesome. There is a reason why Chu Wanning, who is a paragon who every sect would love to have, stayed there for so long.

Biggest (for me) plot twist: there are so many, but for me it was the plot twist that Moran became Taxian Jun by absorbing the demon flower that controlled him and turned him into a monster with Shimei as controller voluntarily to protect Chu Wanning. That was the only way he had to prevent Shimei from turning CWN into the monster he himself later became. The bitter irony that he gave up his soul to protect CWN and thus became the soulless monster who reveled in destroying CWN is !!!! (Side note - I just now realized that alternate life Moran freaked out the way he did when he thought he saw Shimei with a knife while CWN was in seclusion was because he subconsciously remembered when he walked in on Shimei attempting to harm CWN with the demon flower years earlier (in either timeline) even as his conscious memory was erased.) Runner up: porridge. The fact that it was teen Chu Wanning who fed starving five year old Moran and saved his life and that it’s that encounter that made CWN leave the monastery and try to help the suffering world.

Character who died that you wish had lived: Nangong Si. Proof that being an awesome, noble person is not enough; I bawled when he sacrificed himself.

Character who lived that you wish had died: Nangong Liu. Yup, that murdering horrible monster made it through the whole book. JUSTICE where is it!

Coolest setting: I loved Netherworld. And not just because I am a sucker for Orpheus themes.

Angstiest moment: that’s like asking which pine needle on a 30 foot tree is your favorite. But to me, it’s Moran’s death after core extraction - when he asks if he has finally expiated and still worries he’s too filthy for CWN - my heart! And then CWN tucking in his body in bed as if he’s still alive and making food for him because Moran was always hungry as a child and so food is his love language. I was crying SO HARDDDDD!!!

Most wholesome character: Xue Meng. Are there even any other close competitors? He’s another character I started out rolling my eyes at and ended up loving.

Most romantic moment: Literally every single one, but to me it’s Chu Wanning coming to that hut at the end and finding Moran alive and waiting for him.

#cnovel #2ha #husky and his white cat shizun

[oskea93]

My Heart Has a History (3)

Everything was set for the dinner.

I had made Matthew's parents favorite food and even a few things that Wyatt could eat. Vivian Abbott was the epitome of a sophisticated lady. She spent most of her days at local country clubs, playing tennis and eating meals that cost more than the food in my fridge. She would go on shopping trips with her girlfriends every other weekend and vacationed in the most elegant places. Matthew's dad, Brian, was on the quiet side. He didn't talk much other than the simple hello and goodbye. From what I've heard about Matt's childhood, it seems that his dad wasn't always there. He was a true businessman and it seemed that having a child hindered that in a way. Matt was basically raised by nannies and those that worked for his parents. I couldn't imagine living that kind of life or even having my children being raised that way. I guess that's why Vivian and Brian have never been partial to having Wyatt around when they visited… "Do I look okay?" Matthew's head snapped up from his phone. "Do I look presentable?" I stared at my reflection in the mirror, already second guessing my outfit. I had bought the outfit at one of the maternity stores in the mall without trying it on, which I was regretting at this point. I wanted to be able to look sleek and professional seeing as that's how Vivian and Brian always looked. If it were up to me, I would be wearing Nike shorts and tank top right now. "You look great, babe." Matt spoke as he walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my middle. "Very sexy." I rolled my eyes as I pushed him away and went back to the bed. "What's the matter?" I let out a sigh as I folded up a random shirt. "Did I do something wrong?" I shook my head as I took a seat on the bed, having Matt follow suit seconds later. He took my hand in his, drawing circles with his thumb. "Everything okay?" I nodded my head as I made eye contact with him. I didn't know how to word what I wanted to tell him or even how he would take it once I did tell him. "I'm just worried your parents won't like everything. I wanted everything to be perfect and it seems like it's all going to hell." Matt let out a sigh. "I know how much your mom and dad like fancy things and I figured that making a four-course meal and buying a nice dress would do the trick but the dinners burnt and my dress barely fits." Jonathan let out a chuckle as he wrapped his arm around me. "You worry too much, babe." He started. "The dinner is perfect and you look amazing in that dress." He pressed his lips against the side of my head. "I hope you're right." I muttered…

Vivian and Brian arrived 10 minutes later and I was a nervous wreck.    My heart was thumping in my chest as they greeted their only child. Wyatt was standing next to me, impatiently waiting to be greeted as well. I knew that Matt's parents weren't very fond of Wyatt. He was the product of a marriage that their son was not a part of and they had no reason to accept him into their family. It was as if Wyatt wasn't even there at times. At this age, he didn't care because he didn't know them that well. To him, they were simply strangers who came over once in a blue moon. The only thing that worried me was once the baby was born, they would be gushing all over her and he would be left out in the cold. "Presley-" Vivian's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "You look darling." I gave her a smile as she pulled me into her arms. "You look great as well, Vivian." I replied once we were face to face. "I love the dress." I could have kicked myself at that moment. All she did was smile and turned her attention back to Matt. I looked down at Wyatt and gave him a small smile. "Can we eat yet?" He asked aloud, causing everyone to look at him. Matt let out a chuckle as Vivian looked a bit annoyed but struggled to hide it. "Why don't we go into the living room and Presley can get Wyatt something to eat." Jonathan suggested. I agreed as I grabbed a hold of my son's hand and led him toward the kitchen. "Mommy, is daddy coming over tonight?" He asked once I set him on the counter. "He said he would come over and tuck me in." I let out a sigh. I didn't know whether Wyatt was just thinking that Jax would be over or if he was indeed coming over without me knowing. If he was to come over, hopefully it would be later when Vivian and Brian were gone. "I don't know baby; I haven't talked to daddy in a while." A little pout formed across his lips. "We can call daddy here in a minute if you want?" I tried to compromise. He quickly nodded his head. "Okay, we'll call daddy after dinner." I opened the fridge and found the meal I had prepared for him since he wouldn't have eaten what everyone else was having. He was just as picky as his father. I could hear the others talking and laughing in the other room but I wasn't in a rush to join them. Wyatt was my priority, not Vivian Abbott. "Let's get you off the counter so you can eat." I picked him off the counter and placed him on the floor. He raced to the table where I had already set up his utensils and had a glass of apple juice waiting for him. I brought his dinner over and made sure to cut everything up before he could eat. He was so much like Jax, especially when it came to food. "This is good, mama." He said in between bites of chicken. I let out a chuckle as I watched him eat. "Presley?" Matt asked as he came into the kitchen. "Babe, my parents want to talk to you." He sounded a bit annoyed. "Wyatt's eating." I simply told him. "I'll come out when he’s done." I could tell that he wasn't happy with my answer but decided not to protest. He made his way back out the door while Wyatt and I stayed in the kitchen. "I don't like those people." Wyatt spoke. I looked down at him, not knowing what to say. I couldn't tell him that I didn't like them either but he was right. Vivian and Brian were not children friendly, they weren't even people friendly…. I must have sat there with Wyatt for close to thirty minutes before he decided he was done with dinner. It was almost seven and I knew Brian and Vivian were madder than a bunch of hornets. I didn't realize that time had gone by so fast or else I would have fed Wyatt at the table with us, but then again Vivian would have been pissed about that. I picked Wyatt up and walked us into the living room, earning daggers from Vivian as I walked in. "Presley, you shouldn't be carrying that child around in the condition you're in." She protested as I set Wyatt next to Matt. "He could have kicked you in the stomach and injured the baby." I mentally rolled my eye as I wedged myself onto the couch. The dress I was wearing was starting to piss me off more than being with my mother-in-law. "So, can we eat now or do we have more children to feed?" Vivian smarted off. I could have leapt off the seat and punched her in the face but I refrained from doing so. "We can eat now." I sneered back. I wanted to come back with a smart ass comment but I wasn’t in the mood to start a fight with her or Matt…. The dinner went well and without confrontation. I minded my own business and only talked when I was asked a question. Wyatt would occasionally talk here and there but Vivian and Brian payed no mind to him. Everything was going okay until the door opened and Jax's voice rang through the house. "Daddy!" Wyatt jumped out of his seat, causing his desert plate to fall to the floor. Matt whispered out a string of curse words as he quickly got up to clean the mess. I caught Vivian whispering in Brian's ear, causing him to shake his head in return. I scurried out of my seat and stomped towards my son and his father as they hugged. Jax was the first to notice my presence, a smile forming on his face. "You look nice." He smirked as I stood there with my arms crossed and a sour expression. "Have you ever heard of calling or texting?" I tried my best to keep from yelling. "You can't just barge into someone's house without knocking." He rolled his eyes as he perched Wyatt on his hip. "I did knock, twice actually." He held up two fingers for dramatic effect. "I take it the in-laws are over." Before I could respond, Matt rounded the corner. "Jackson- "He began. "I didn't know you were paying us a visit tonight." His body was stiff as he placed his hands in his pockets. Every time Jax and Matt were in the same room, it was filled with nothing but tension. "Yeah, well I promised Wyatt that I would come over after I got back." Jonathan just nodded his head as he placed an arm around my waist. Jax's eyes drifted to where his arm had gone but kept his mouth shut as his eyes returned to mine. "Daddy will you tuck me in?" Wyatt broke the ice as he grabbed a hold of Jax's hand. "And read me a story." Jax looked down at his son and smiled. "I sure will, bud." I gave Wyatt a smile as he pushed past Matt and I, dragging his father behind him and up the stairs. "I'll be up in a few, baby." I told him before he was out of sight. The air between Matt and I was tense as we both stayed silent before he finally spoke. "We'll talk about this later." I looked at him a bit taken back, seeing as there was nothing to talk about. It wasn't my fault that Jax just showed up, I'm not his keeper. I let out a sigh before I followed him back into the dining room where his parents awaited us…. Jax's POV "I want you to stay with me, daddy." Wyatt pleaded as he held onto my shirt. "Please." I bent down and kissed his blonde head. "If I could I would, buddy." I could tell my answer wasn't what he wanted to hear but it was the truth. There was no way Matt was gonna let me stay in his house overnight with my son and ex-wife. "I want to go home with you then." Wyatt protested. "I don't want you to leave me." I let out a sigh as I wrapped my arms around his small body. I lifted him into my lap as I cradled him close. "Listen-" I began. "When I get back home, I promise you can stay over for the night if it's okay with mommy." He didn't say anything. "We'll have a big party with chips, cookies, and everything else mommy doesn't let you have." A small smile began to form on his face as he snuggled further into my chest. "Can mommy come?" He whispered. The smile dropped from my face as I stared straight ahead. "I don't think mommy will be able to stay the night, bud." I knew that everything was starting to get confusing for him. His favorite question when it came to his mother and I was "why." When Presley and I divorced, Wyatt was almost two years old. He didn't realize what was going on at the time but now that he's older, he wants to know why his mom and dad aren't together like the kids he goes to school with. Hell, half of those kid's parents aren't together either but at least they aren't married to other people. I stayed with Wyatt until he finally fell asleep. He tried his hardest to stay awake as I told him stories from my childhood but he just couldn't keep his eyes open after long. I made sure to tuck him under the sheets and pressed a kiss against his forehead before leaving the room. As I made my way down the stairs, I could hear Matt and Presley having a heated conversation. I didn't mean to be nosey but once I heard my son's name along with my own come out of Matt’s mouth, I had to stay put and listen to what he had to say… Presley's POV "I don't like how he just barges into my home. He acts like he owns the place, Presley." I rolled my eyes as Jonathan continued to drill his anger into me. "I feel like you're not even listening to me right now, Pres. My parents were here and he has to walk into my home like he's still married to you." I let out a sigh as I took a seat at the table. My feet and back were killing me and I wasn't in the mood to get lectured from my current husband about my ex-husband. "I don't know what you want me to say." I spoke up. "I have no control over what Jax does and doesn't do and I'm not gonna keep him from seeing Wyatt just because your parents have a problem with it." His entire back became rigid. "Jax told me that he knocked before he came in and I believe him, Matt. Jax would never enter a house that wasn't his own without knocking.” "Whatever-" I watched as he threw down the dishtowel. I kept my focus on my mug as he stormed past me and up the stairs to the bedroom. I couldn't believe that he was upset about all of this. If his parents hadn't of came, we wouldn't be bickering about anything. I had a feeling that tonight was going to suck but this was just ridiculous…

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