#unhealthy sibling relationship

[tealfruit]

#nerd alert #hyper specific poll #i couldnt put some of the weirder ones bc like. too kuch context required #shout out to other people who lost both their parents under mysterious circumstances (not foul play) within a week of unrelated tornadoes #in the area! #shout out to other people whose best friend in high school became abusive after catching unreciprocated feelings and then went on to marry #their half-sibling's parent in some weird unhealthy relationship thus keeping them in your life forever

[qtubbo]

bagi should get like replacement brother till she stops being okay with getting murdered by hers, like idk start talking to a pumpkin like its your brother

#qsmp #Qsmp bagi #there is a very unhealthy relationship going on she needs time to accept #But I still think they can end up being close siblings in the future

[a-tale-of-legends]

Would you consider Carmine to be emotionally and psychologically abusive to Kieran? Just finished the Teal Mask and ngl, I ended up greatly disliking her because she just feels too unnecessarily cruel.

No???? Not at all???? Carmine isn't a saint. She needs to understand that some things aren't about her. She also needs to be a better older sister to Kieran. But I don't think she's emotionally and psychologically abusive.

From my own playthrough of the teal mask, I immediately picked up on how intense Carmine is, but my thoughts were " ah yes, an older sister" cause, hello, I'm an older sister, I get it, I get how some dynamics between older and younger siblings work. That being said, Carmine does take it too far- again, she seems like she just doesn't know how to handle her own emotions ( anger seems to be an easier emotion for her to handle), which definitely doesn't justify how she treats Kieran, but it does give perspective imo.

Aaaah, I don't know. Carmine reminds me a lot of my younger self, though much much less intense and brash( and I've long since grew out of that part of my life anyhow). I think Carmine has a lot of growing to do, 100%, but the way she is now....I dunno, I don't think I would classify it as abuse. It's clear that Carmine and Kieran are in a cruel cycle: Kieran is too shy and has horrendously low self esteem that he ends up relying on Carmine for a lot of things, even when he himself wants to do things on his own. In turn, Carmine has been put into this position of Caretaker. The one that handles everything and the one that knows best, and isn't questioned on it. This cycle continues for who knows how until the player comes along and breaks it.....in the worst way possible, but they still break it. It's why Kieran and Carmine pretty much act the way they do, now that they're no longer confined into a role that they've been stuck in for a long time.

I still want to make it clear that Carmine still hurts Kieran,and while I don't think that was her intention ( in fact, I think in her own head she thought she was helping Kieran in some way), it's clear that her actions and behavior has hurt Kieran and it's something she should apologize for.

#i will put this here: i'm incredibly hesitant to use abusive to describe Carmine and Kieran's relationship #toxic and unhealthy? yes. but abusive. not sure. #it seems like a big extreme that doesn't capture their relationship at all imo. though i could be wrong. i dunno #also i hope i didn't paint this being Kieran's fault! it's not!!! i just wanted to point out a cycle that was going on between the siblings #r answers #pokemon carmine #pokemon kieran #pokemon teal mask

[mrsmiroir]

atla trending has seriously reminded me of my insane obsession with the weird fucked up dynamics the fire nation royal family had going on between literally everyone

#several generations of horrendous parent/child relationships #and do not get me STARTED on the siblings… #OR THE MOTHERS? either never mentioned or in the case of ursa. dead. but i doubt many of them were fans of their position. tee bee haych #ok they’re all dead but i mean ursa was murdered bc the comics are fake #hi my name is blayne and i love stories about families and unhealthy relationships and dynamics #and if the story is about BOTH i go fucking buckwild trying to parse everything out #blayne #delete later

[soupedepates]

Having a fucked up sibling relationship is like. I can't trust you. Mom wants us to be closer. I will fight for you because you're the child I once loved. I am moving across the country because I can't live with you under the same roof. You look up to me because I am the eldest child, and people used to compare us and put me on a pedestal. I can't shower when you're around. I don't feel safe when you're here. I know all your friends and they come to me for advice. You try to make up for what you've done by going against my will. You want me in your world. I push you out of mine, but I keep pretending you have a place here. Mom complains to me about you, how you scare her, how she wishes you were dead, how she loves you. You're in my nightmares. I see you everywhere. I don't answer your texts. I do your homework for you. I hate you. I love you. I feel guilty not to have a perfect relationship with you. I can't let you come close again. I can't sit next to you. You hate what I am, but you will fight for me. You hate that I am gone. You always leave before I go back to my place. We never spend more than an hour together. Mom tells me you seek me when I am away. My name is your first word. I want to give your name to someone I love. You're in my therapist's notes. I want to forget you. You're my nemesis. You're my second half. I celebrate your victories. I hope you die. I will cry at your funerals.

#dysfunctional family #sibling abuse #unhealthy siblings relationship #sibling experience #those two weeks kinda messed me up #traumadump #tw childhood trauma

[cochineal-leviat]

"Sonic's life is a whirlwind of adventure and strife. But he is a positive guy, and despite a few sticky situations, he always gets back on his feet - fixing the Paradox Shard shenanigans will be a piece of cake! Still, he finds himself in a bind when he wakes up with no recollection of how he got to the desolate world aptly called the Grim."

Heyo! I was planning to post this a long time ago, but a lot of things got in the way these past months. But I am happy I can finally post this after a lot of editing. (Idk, but this one was a nightmare edit) This is somewhat connected to Mathematical Loneliness, but reading it for this fic is completely unnecessary. Please enjoy! I had a lot of fun writing it.

#sonic the hedghog #sonic prime #tails nine #Non-binary Tails Nine #isolation #platonic relationships #codependency #unhealthy coping mechanisms #neurodiversity #sonic and tails are siblings #I'm dying on this hill #Sonic has a bad time #dark #possessiveness #mystery #sonic fanfiction #Sonic fanfic #my writing

[nyxi-pixie]

double byler are so funny (this is actually not funny at all they make me sad) bc both pairs have relationships in which theyre very dependent on each other for emotional comfort so when theyre apart their relationships suffer pretty badly

both jancy and byler have been shown to have a bond based at least partially on shared trauma. w jancy murray even goes as far as to say its like the main reason they shld get together which. hmm. but yk more to my point. and byler constantly have heart to hearts because theyre each others emotional rock and this probably goes back further than UD shit bc wills been TraumaMan for his whole life (and feels mike is the only one who he can be emotionally vulnerable with without being babied or treated like hes weak-s2 kinda suggests mikes been there for him in Will Byers Trauma Times TM before). thanks lonnie😒😒

its v obvious w mike and jonathan actually bc neither of them seem to talk to anyone else about their issues. like will leaves and mike immediately devolves into isolating himself and straight up depression because clearly theres some family issues which prevent him from opening up abt his feelings (he hugs karen like 3 times in the whole show but he Never talks to her abt shit. despite her attempts to get him to open up that one time w her queer coded as fuck lil speech. anyway repressed lil emo mike only ever opens up with will. so no will=no talking abt emotions=unhealthy michael.)

and jonathan turns to weed (and argyle omg theyre bfs so true) because he wont turn to his family for support bc hes unhealthily selfless and doesnt want to burden them with his issues (likely due to the parentification. oh boy someone help him) but he and nancy understand each other bc theyve been through the same shit (which also means they dont feel like they burden each other bc like. u cant burden someone if theyre already sharing the weight yk?) but seperation=losing that support so their relationship, which relies so heavily on that mutual understanding, suffers.

nancy and will are doing a little better individually. because guess what: they have HOBBIES.(jon also does but he seems to have abandoned it. rip his i wanna take a pic era. and mike has d&d but in the between time between oh no wills gone and oh yay eddie my beloved, hes doing shit. and even w d&d his grades are still affected by his mental place and his rooms super messy so like. doing better but still not great.)

we see that wills super into art (which is known to be therapeutic so double woo points) again after doing it less in s3. and he seems to be specifically using it to deal w his sad gay feelings (channelling shit like the introspective king he is 🤩). also hes got people other than mike to offer emotional support. even with jonathan not available, he can still talk to joyce (st character with positive relationship w a parent❗holy shit how rare❗❗). also its will. if hes in his feels hes just gonna vibe with it. 'oh misery my best friend lets hang out for a bit 😍😍' (prolly bc jonathan put his whole jonussy into making sure will was okay w having emotions. as a part of his mission to spite lonnie. SLAY KING) compared to the wheelers who are like 'um what the fuck is an emotion ive never felt one i swear. wdym u saw me crying yesterday🤨?? no u literally didnt that was my evil twin😒.'

anyway that brings me to nancy. who. yk shes doing Okay. the second anyone brings up jon shes about to commit crimes against them so yk not totally good but coping. bc she kinda just full body throws herself at that school newspaper stuff so she has a distraction and its working okay. until her new friend-w-glasses-destined-to-die- horrifically, dies horrifically.

but then she has emotional support through surrounding herself w people who Get It. (woooo robins around and nancy feels comfortable for once!!!!) i mean shes also almost reverting to steve bc nancys trauma response is just 'i can only ever be emotionally vulnerable with romantic partners bc i havent had a friend since s1 and my family dont know shit abt the monster dimension (plus ted is actually just a cardboard cutout with a robotic voice box that blurts out 1 of 10 phrases on a timer). apart from mike. but idk hes busy crying over his bf and we can never open up to each other in a genuine way bc repression is the Wheeler Way To Slay' but yk shes at least partially coping.

but their relationships basically get totally fucked bc oh no if we cant have heart to hearts in physical proximity we are going to Die. also communication without magical telepathy through eye contact??? whos she??? (esp w byler. u cant have effective coded conversations over the phone. and theyve got all their other reasons for not talking: will doesnt wanna reach out first and have mike brush him off bc oh dear the 3x03 fight really fucked with him didnt it. and mikes desperately trying to call but for fuck sake how is their phone always busy. and he wont use letters bc idk hes too gay for that he keeps signing them w 'love mike. ps im in love w u in case u didnt get that😍😍😍')

and jancy. oof. jons like 'i have to appease literally everyone in my life apart from myself and i cant do that bc yay nancy means boo family and yay family means boo nancy so now i think i will have a crisis bc if im honest with her she will Hate me. yes i am so rational' and nancys like 'wtf is going on does he hate me or smthn. i am also totally rational' and they wont talk abt it bc theyre scared of pissing each other off. (and have no example of healthy relationships to follow)

basically. double byler are codependent in a way that isnt Necessarily unhealthy - in fact when around each other, they seem to do better Because of that reliance on each other. it allows them to be emotionally vulnerable in a way that they cant be w anyone else (even will who has like the most supportive family ever <3 still feels most comfortable being open w mike as evidenced by his talk w jon in s2).

BUT. seperation fucks over their relationships and their individual mental health. and thats where the unhealthy aspect comes in. bc over reliance on one person is gonna Fuck Shit Up. (it wouldnt be so bad if they still communicated regularly thru letters and phone calls but yk self hatred is a bitch and theyre all very insecure.)

#talking about codependency again bc when am i not #idk i just think its interesting how similar jancy and byler are #i mean it makes sense obviously. bc sets of siblings will have the same problems. but still #i love analysing these mentally unwell bitches #anyway people dismiss codependency as unhealthy all the time and i dont think thats fair bc like #shout out to my bitches whove had codependent (online) friendships based almost entirely on oh we have the same mental bs dont we #bc like. its not Healthy but that mutual understanding is unparralleled and it does make u feel better #the other half of people romanticise codependency which also not good bc like. it isnt a healthy way to live. as evidenced by s4 #but i just think its neat #jancy #byler #im sorry this is so long and doesnt make that much sense but i have a lot of feelings #nyxi shut up about codependent relationships challenge #byler analysis

[oranges-and-peaches]

here's a snippet and the link to the new story i wrote about the bloody mary girl from jazzpunk:

Do people not show this man gratitude for being kind and helping them out? She doesn’t think about it too much and quickly slurps down the drink, trying to keep her face from scrunching up at the taste. Not wanting to upset the man that was trying to do good, She forced a smile on her face and told him how yummy it was. The man walks away looking just about as confused as she was.

remember to always check the tags when it comes to my stories

#writers on tumblr #writing #horror #canon character death #polyblank #jazzpunk #but if it was realistic #accidental cannibalism #murder #unhealthy family relationships #siblings #crying #just read the tags on ao3

[offscot]

oh im a bit more insane over csm than i thought

#sat awake thinking about how himeno and aki’s relationship went from healthy siblings to unhealthy romance #at least on himeno’s part #i saw it on twitter like the parallels w those two and denji/power going from #weird ‘romance’ to healthy homies #i have very very big feelings i cant wait to be insane

[shrimpsodas]

(listening to someone saying rise raph is more like a parent than an oldest brother) are you by chance an only child? oh, no reason😒

#an only child will see a healthy sibling dynamic and say ‘no thats like a parent and a child’ shut up you dont know #if raph had to be more of a parent than a sibling it would be a VERY unhealthy relationship between him and his brothers #i think u guys keep forgetting that raph is only a year older than leo + donnie and two years older than mikey #you dont get how AWFUL it’d be if raph had to be like a parent to them. #and that’s not even what’s going on in rottmnt. raph is just their older brother and he loves them. of course he’s going to be protective.

[freakdellafartz]

I realize despite not having a bad relationship with my sister i rlly like making fucked up siblings idk people dont do it correctly like i do

#im making myself ceo of unhealthy sibling relationships #andy in madness

[irregularbillcipher]

was going through old files and found the start of a resident evil village fic... idk if i'll ever finish it, so here's the start for posterity. maybe i'll finish it someday if there's any interest warnings for descriptions of animal harm, gore and surgery, along with some emotional abuse also also, if anyone here speaks french and would be willing to tell me if the tiny bit of french in here sounds correct, i'd appreciate it! i went through a few channels that were more advanced than google translate, but i don't speak the language myself and didn't really have any way to verify

Salvatore Moreau was a very good doctor. At the very least, his mother had always said so.

                To be fair, she wasn’t the only one who said so, but she was always the one who was the most adamant about it, even before he could speak.

                Stories fed to him when he could barely hold his head up of his grandfather, his namesake, who had left Italy for France to study under the Louis Pasteur— or at his university, at least— and Salvatore had learned by age two and a half that he should always pretend that he understood why that was a big deal.

                By age four, he really did understand why that was such a big deal, and by age five, after lengthy stories from his mother of his grandfather’s most gruesome surgical endeavors and hints that his namesake had been prepping since he was half Salvatore’s age, he had started performing medical experiments of his own, shaking, pudgy hands rifling through his father’s tackle box, taking out the worms and insects, using a hook to open them up and see how they ticked.

                His father never liked it, seeing the boy tear his bait apart on the docks of the reservoir, but his mother was thrilled, and tutted away his father’s concerns.

                “It’s a surgeons instinct,” she would coo, pressing a kiss against the boy’s cheek and placing a needle and thread in tiny hands, so he could stitch everything back together. “I just want him to have a head start. He’ll need hands-on experience before he goes to Paris!”

                “Of course,” his father would say, never one for arguments, “but couldn’t we stick to creatures that are already dead?”

                “He’ll have plenty of time to work on cadavers in school,” she would retort, and sometimes the discussion would become a bit more tense, a back and forth babble of French and Italian that Salvatore could make out if he focused, but rarely bothered to focus on. The Italian always won, anyway.

                “Just…” he would finally hear in tired French, “nothing that feels. Nothing more than bait… Nothing with fur, or a real brain…”

                And Salvatore was happy to agree with that— bigger things would squirm or scream, and he didn’t like to feel like he was hurting anything. He was practicing being a doctor, he wasn’t trying to cause harm.

                But by age seven, his mother started handing her little surgeon field mice and toads from the lake, speaking breathlessly about how his grandfather had once amputated a leg in five minutes flat, and he knew she wanted him to try to do it in four.

                A mouse’s leg was so much thinner, after all.

                She was ecstatic when one of his tiny patients finally survived the night, and had gleefully told him that his father wouldn’t have to know they were expanding their medical practice.

                “He’s a sweet man, your father, a good man,” she would say, with genuine fondness, patting her son’s cheek, “just…not ambitious. We both want you to be the best you can be, tesoro, we just don’t agree on how to get you there…”

                And Salvatore wasn’t sure how he felt about her dismissing his father— he seemed happy with his life, after all— but it was hard to act as if he was living up to his potential.

                He was sure, after all, that when his father had told his mother he had a Lordship waiting for him if his family ever returned to Romania, she was not expecting the man to remain a fisherman after he had accepted it. A Lord usually made more of himself.  

                When he asked his father though, on one of the quiet, early morning boat trips he took his boy on so often, the man had simply laughed quietly.

                “A Lordship is just a title, Salvatore,” he’d said, wrapping another blanket around the boy’s shoulders— Salvatore always forgot how chilly the morning mist on the boat was, and his father always kept spare wool blankets by the tacklebox, so the boy wouldn’t have to remember. “I’m sure some old Moreau was great some hundred-odd years ago, or at least found a way to make some money somehow, but it doesn’t mean much nowadays. A bit of land, a crest…”

                “A boat,” the boy had giggled, kicking the bottom of the old thing, and his father had laughed.    

“No, no, the boat I built.”

                Salvatore had squirmed a little, confused, hands gripping his fishing rod. “We… we owned a reservoir, but not a boat?”

                And the man had chuckled again. “Your brains come from your mother’s side of the family, mon chou. Not the Moreau side, even if someone long ago managed to be great on a reservoir without a boat.”

                “Well. You were smart enough to build a boat.”

                The man had hummed softly and nodded in humble agreement, standing up to cast his line out again.

                “… So if we’re Lords here,” the boy continued, gnawing on dirty fingernails, “why did you ever live in France?”

                “Well, we have family there, of course,” his father had said, chewing on his cigarette, eyes glued to the lake, “but it was mostly the weather.”

                “… Your family gave up being Lords because of the weather?”

                “We’re cold-blooded creatures, us Moreaus,” his father had whispered conspiratorially, piling another blanket on the shivering boy and sticking out his tongue when he snorted. “We do better where it’s temperate.”

                “But it’s still cold here. It’d be nicer in France. Or Italy.”

                “Hm, it is, but your mother’s enough of a firecracker to keep anyone warm,” the man had said, half exhausted and half lovestruck, and Salvatore really couldn’t argue with that. “And besides. She liked the idea of being a Lady… found it romantic, you know.”

                The boy had nodded again, kicking his legs and reeling in experimentally, just to see if he could catch any fish’s attention. It didn’t work.

                “But there’s no expectation for you,” his father had said, tugging on his own line. “There’s no, ah… role you have to play, because of my family.”

                “Mama says being a doctor would be be-befitting of a Lord.”

                “And it would be if that’s what you’d like,” he’d said, patting his son’s shoulder. His jaw had set, just a little, and Salvatore regretting bringing it up. “We both want you to be happy, Salvatore, we just—”

                “Don’t agree on how to get me there,” he’d finished quietly.

                “No, we don’t,” the man was reeling his line in now, having felt a tug. “But nobody does, really, for anybody. Ready with the net now.”

                The boy had nearly dropped his own pole in the water in the rush to get the net for what ended up being a much smaller than average fish, but his father never chided him for that sort of thing.

                Despite his mother’s aspirations, stories of how his parents met never included the Lordship.

                “We met at the market,” his mother would say dreamily, whenever her son asked. “He tried to sell me a tiny trout for three francs…”

                “And?” Salvatore would always prompt giddily, despite knowing how the story went.

                “And I told him that for that price, I’d better get it fully cooked with wine and dessert… and he was happy to do it.”

                “The dinner,” his father would always add from his armchair, “was more than three francs—”

                “And the trout was very good,” she would concede, kissing him on the cheek and patting his arm as he blushed furiously.

                “Was it worth it?” Salvatore would ask his father, as if he didn’t already know the answer, as if he weren’t essentially reciting a script, and he was never surprised when mother would reply instead.

                “Was a wife worth three francs?”

                “I think I could have spent less on the dinner if I’d thought it through more,” his father would always say, smiling the whole time.  “But the date was well worth the seven francs I spent.”

                There were many stories like that, back and forth skits of things his mother had already told him— everything from his grandfather’s most harrowing surgical endeavors to the hectic day that he was born— but the day his parents met was always his favorite. It was the one they seemed the happiest to tell, the one they always remembered new details of.

                His mother would always tell him later, while tucking him in, that she would have insisted on dinner with his father even if he’d charged a single centime for the trout, because her demand for dinner and wine hadn’t really had anything to do with the trout itself, and his father would always tell him the next morning on the boat that he’d deliberately overcharged for the trout just to have an excuse to haggle with a pretty girl, which had worked out far better than he ever could have imagined.

                “So, it was love at first sight?” he would ask them both, without fail.

                “Of course it was, tesoro,” his mother would sigh, brushing his hair out of his eyes and taking off his glasses, setting them on his bedside table. “Why else would I have made him take me to dinner?”

                His father would always be asked the next morning, back on the boat, and he would breathe air out of his nose and smile softly, shaking his head.

                “I wouldn’t call it that, Salvatore… love takes time, work, you know? It’s a… process,” he would say, baiting his hook. “But I knew I wanted to know her better.”

                Salvatore decided from an early age that he liked his mother’s answer best, but he never said so, at least not to his father on those frigid, foggy mornings.

                “He changes the story, doesn’t he?” his mother would ask, needle and thread and a rabbit bundled into her arms, and he would relay the conversations on the lake, to drown out the rabbit’s screams. To stop his hands from shaking.

“No,” he would say, hoping to avoid the inevitable. This was another script, but one he liked much less, and it was hard to recite his lines when his hands were slick with viscera.

 “He doesn’t say it was love at first sight,” she would sigh, looking intently at her son’s handiwork.

                “He says love takes time,” he would say, wrist deep in gore, “and work.”

                “So it takes work to love me, does it?” and the teasing note in her voice would never be enough to stop his queasiness from building.

                “No,” he’d say over the rabbit’s screeches, or mouse’s, or the toad’s, “of course not.” And his voice would quaver even though he’d mean it.

                She never noticed the hesitancy, and he was glad, because the minute his patient was stitched up, that nervous note in his voice would wash over him in a wave of shame. He’d shake and snivel after every procedure, and he was convinced it had to be because of that hesitancy over the woman convincing him to tear apart the local fauna, and not the act of tearing them apart. He refused to entertain the idea it could be a little of both.

                Her son’s trembling was something she could not ignore, and she’d take his hands, still dripping from surgery, still pudgy with baby fat, and smile softly. “A surgeon’s hands,” she’d sigh, squeezing. “You’ve done such a good job, Salvatore, you have a surgeon’s hands.”

                It was almost enough to make him feel better.

                “Now, let’s get you cleaned up before your father sees.”

                That was what really made him feel better, at the end of the day, wiping off the gore. He tried not to think about it too much. There wasn’t much use for a squeamish surgeon.

                Even as he got older, as his hands started to shake less, as he learned how to quiet the animals’ screams and as he developed an appreciation—or at least a fascination—with the work his mother was pushing him towards, he was still relieved every time he got to clean his hands and be done with it.

                He was ten when his father found him, halfway between the makeshift surgical center and the lake, rushing to dip sopping red hands in murky water. His father had looked at him, hunched over and bloody and crying, and his face had gone gray, and he’d docked the boat and headed up to their house without a word.

                The din in the house started almost immediately and for once, the French overpowered the Italian.

                He tried not to listen, as he scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed and tried to drown out the noise, washing until his hands were sore to try to feel clean, to avoid going into the house.

                The yelling carried, though, no matter how loudly he splashed, no matter how much he muttered to himself. The only sound he could hear was his father, angry like he’d never heard before, so angry Salvatore was sure he was sobbing, refusing to back down for once.

                Vous pensez que c’est ce qui est le mieux pour lui? Vous pensez que c’est ce qui le rendra heureux? Il est trempé de sang, il tremble! Mon Dieu, il n'a que dix ans!

                Dear God, he’s only ten!

                When he pulled his hands from the lake, they were still bloody, and it took a good few seconds to realize that this time, it was his own blood. From the state of his hands, raw and cracked and trembling—God, he wished he could stop the trembling-- scrubbing any more would only make things worse, so he just sat on the dock miserably, holding his fingers above the water and waiting for them to dry.

#this fic is just the emotional equivalent of kicking salvatore moreau in the stomach repeatedly #it was going to be about this theory i have that sal was the village doctor when the spanish flu hit so miranda like. #blames him for eva's death. which is why he's treated so badly even compared to his already mistreated siblings #while also being sort of a study about his relationship with his biological family and how an unhealthy dynamic there #sort of led him into the unhealthy relationship he has with miranda and the lords #but i never quite got the motivation to finish it #idk if anyone here even likes resident evil but this has been sitting in my files for so long #and i want it out in the world in some way i suppose #there are a few other scattered scenes i've written but. whatever #anyway sal is the most potentially interesting lord imo it's a shame his siblings took all the fandom's attention #not that i don't LIKE his siblings. i do!!! #i just think it stinks that moreau is so overlooked

[pinkfey]

since we're on the topic of mandated besties i wanna talk abt dana and liara bc i tripped the other day and got really into them

#for dana liara was an instant surrogate sister #even on her relationship chart she skips neutral/respect and they're friends from the start #and this makes sense for dana as an eldest child who lost all of her little siblings on mindoir #there's this sense of protection and willingness from dana #going out of her way to check on liara not in a coddling way but out of recognition for just how young she is and their mission can't be #-easy on her #i wouldn't say they were particularly close in me1 (at least not from dana's perspective. she was closer to ash and wrex--equals-- #something liara couldn't be for her again in a sister way) but liara idolized her anyway and WANTED to be seen as an equal #bc dana is one of the first people to care for her like this and she latches onto that #BUT liara recovering dana's body was a huge betrayal of trust for dana and opened her eyes to the unhealthy sort of attachment she #-unwittingly allowed liara to form. she as an eldest sister feels she has to take some form of responsibility for liara's obsession #so in me2 she's cold with her and liara's posturing can't hide how hurt this makes her feel #and she helps her become the shadow broker but cuts her off there and this absolutely breaks liara because she did everything for dana !! #she did it for her !! her friend her sister her idol !! yes she crossed a boundary but how could she have let her go !! #and her and liara's friendship ends off in me2 very bleakly and with liara trying to keep up her callous girlboss persona to make #-it seem as if she's matured -- the thing that put her and dana at a distance in me1 -- but she's broken and introspective #and so then in me3 things are just as tense with dana and liara as they are with kaidan but in a much softer way. much less volatile #liara may have put on her calculated facade but being around dana reduced her to that same hopeful desperate to please child she was deep #down. desperate to gain recognition and forgiveness from her older sister. not in an overt way but in her body language and tone of voice-- #hesitant. reflective. careful. perhaps guilty. but wanting to be back in dana's good graces because she clings to that validation and #-recognition. so for the majority of me3 they work on their friendship and liara building up trust with dana again #and dana finally looks at her as an equal -- still sisterly. still young. -- but she doesn't need to treat her differently like she used to #and liara grows immensely. still changed by the past two years. still battling herself inside. but so much healthier #until that final scene with liara resting her head on her shoulder feels EARNED #okay that's my.. rant..? my paragraph?? i like this iteration of liara as a young growing kid the best it makes me ill #especially as a youngest sister who idolized one of my brothers to a similarly self-destructive degree as liara #if u read this i kissa u on the lips !! i know it's very different from canon liara/shepard but it compels me more #and i (personally) think leans into her obsession/creepiness thus adding to her complexity and exploring her character !! #anyways.txt #ch: dana shepard

[6horrors]

rolling back in to be in pain about how sad and lonely ben sounds when he says "i missed you guys" to an empty room bc none of his siblings can hear him

#me a fool: ben is fine #ben actually: might still be ... bothered about not getting to talk to his siblings even though five asked about him #turning klaus and ben's complicated and unhealthy codependent relationship over and over in my head like a pair of rotisserie chickens #out of control [ooc];

[keeperesque]

utena is an extraordinarily weird show

#not peach #y'all really sold it as lesbian sword fighting the anime #but that's like probably not even 10% of it #these kids are out here studying for tests & getting stampeded by animals & having really unhealthy relationships w/ their siblings #the sword fights last like 3 minutes and half of it is a sick riff about the apocalypse while utena ascends some stairs #they don't even happen every episode #edit: i knew going in that utena isn't lesbian sword fighting the anime #it's just really funny how that's the general takeaway and inspiration ppl draw from it

[cruelsister-moved2]

i need therapy from being a twin fr there needs to be twin specialist therapists😭😭😭 every time ive been to a therapist it gets awkward because I end up 90% talking about twin stuff and they literally dont know how to respond or deal with it, honestly some of them made me feel worse by not understanding how much it can impact u and they want to talk about something else because they must think there's no way my issues can be so rooted in something so minor but literally the more I get to know myself literally every single thing is that at some point

#I had such low self esteem -> moved to the other side of the country from my sister -> completely fine #I still have a lot of stuff I get very. I guess triggered by that are just down to being a twin #idek how to explain like our relationship in particular was always so unhealthy but how its exacerbated by the closeness #and her ability to have dominance over me esp as I became more n more shy and anxious #and she became more and more confident #she went to boarding school at 16 and id literally feel sick with dread abt her coming back #and now I'm just a completely different person to who I was when I lived in the same house as her #but even still any time I see her I just go right back to being that person like no matter how Healed I am #yet. you wouldn't think it from everything I've just said but we're super close LOL SHSJSIEIJSHDHS #non identical twins DNI thays just siblings born at the same time