#would feel just as loved and accepted as your own biological children in the family you are abt to build with their biological parent

[shankschewtoy]

Hi! I've been lurking here for quite some time now and I love your blog! 🤍 Just saw your requests are open so I thought I'd try my luck😊

Could I request headcanons for Luffy, Ace and Sabo with a fem reader who happens to be Luffy's biological older sister (like 9 years older than him) and she kind of adopts Ace and Sabo as her brothers too and is almost like their mother figure. If it's not too much to ask, could you mix it up between ASL as kids and as big boys? I just love them so much 🤍

I hope you have an amazing day, I love your writing and I wanna thank you in advance if you feel like writing for my request🤍 if not, that's fine as well, I'm just happy to read whatever else you deliver 🤍

a/n - I audibly gasped- idk if my heart can take this 😭 anon this idea is so adorable I can’t- 🥺 tysm for this request! It brightened my day a lot lol <3

Warnings ⚠️ - fem reader, fluff!

Younger au -

Luffy

- awwww he loves his older sister!!

- I mean he’s kind of a handful so you might have to keep him outta trouble a lot of the time tho

- you must force him to bathe for the sake of the entire world

- please. I’m begging you. Chuck him into the fucking bucket of water idk-

- AND TELL HIM THAT SOAP ISNT FOR EATING PURPOSES

- you really were that one person who stayed with him whenever he was lonely

- As he said, it’s more painful to be alone

- Luffy looks up to you for a lot of things, and sometimes you’ll find him mimicking what you do hehe

- Let’s say you’re helping someone walk across a busy street, carrying their bags because their hands were full

- Luffy will try to do the exact same thing (key word try) the very next day, but end up screwing it up somehow

- he ate this poor old lady’s groceries lmao

- he’s trying though! His heart’s in the right place :)

- When you met his brothers, Ace and Sabo, you were more than happy to accept them as your family, the more the merrier!

- … yes you had to bathe all three of them now good luck-

- Dadan thought you were an Angel sent from the heavens

- Compared to the fucking demons like Luffy, Sabo, and Ace lmao

- Luffy wants to be able to make you proud of him, all he wants is for you to be happy!

- His pride gets so fucking big when you say how cool his attacks were and stuff lol

- “You’re just a weird rubber man!” -ace

- “No I’m not! Don’t make fun of the gomu gomu no mi!”

- “Hey Luffy! That attack was cool!” -you

- … “REALLY?! HAHA! See ace?! Y/n thinks it’s cool!”

- he immediately perks up whenever you tell him stuff like that lmao

Sabo

- he was a bit skeptical at first, but not nearly as suspicious as ace was of you

- He immediately took a liking to you, and started looking up to you like Luffy did :)

- out of the three, he was the more responsible one (no this doesn’t mean he’s responsible in any way)

- Sabo often watched you do daily tasks with the most amazed look on his face

- The poor boy didn’t have much of a mother figure or role model to go off of, so you were amazing in his eyes!

- He loved it when you read stories to all three of them, that was his favorite part of the day :)

- Although he’s read the books you read to them numerous times, listening to the way you read is all worth it!

- (he prefers it when you make up your own stories hehe)

- he never admits that tho bec Ace would never let him hear the end of it lmao

- Sabo’s an extremely curious kid, so he asks you questions literally every second he sees you

- “Hey y/n!! I found a weird bug, it has a bunch of legs! Look!” (It’s a fucking centipede)

- You honestly don’t really enjoy poisonous bugs

- “SABO THAT’S POISONOUS GET AWAY FROM IT- NO DON’T EAT IT LUFFY NO-!”

- … Luffy’s alive dw lmao

- one time, Sabo heard something from ace, probably something children of their age shouldn’t be hearing

- “Y/n.. What’s a cunt? Ace was talking about it earlier and he never told me what it was.”

- “.. ace?..”

- you beat ace’s ass later

- You felt so horrible, you had to turn Sabo’s mind much to early

- Sabo has been traumatized lmao

- Sabo stopped asking questions for a little while-

Ace

- this boy is so suspicious of you at first- like I’m talking squinting eyes, crossed arms, and he’s always paying attention to your every move

- at some point you played along with it and jump scared him a couple times

- He’ll never forgive you for that /j

- honestly, he looks at you as his true family (never says that out loud)

- It was from you where he learned the importance of love, care, compassion, and empathy

- The boy didn’t have much love growing up, everyone seemed to think he was such a cursed child, that he never should’ve been born in the first place

- Maybe that was why he was so suspicious of you. Why did you care about him so much?

- He’ll never admit it, but he really does like your hugs :)

- Makino and you taught this rude boy some manners (yes that’s how we got to the lovable fire boy we now know today)

- He totally, 100%, didn’t call you “mom” once :)

- “Hey mom. Luffy ate all the snacks again! Now he won’t stop crying about how we don’t have anymore!”

- “… I’m your mom now?”

- …

- ace = 💥😳

- Man exploded, his entire body turned bright fucking red 😭

- “I SAID Y/N! Are you deaf?!”

- “do you have memory loss?! I heard you call me mom!”

- “No I didn’t!”

- “YES YOU DID!”

- he did it again about a couple days later lmao

Older au

- oh these boys still love you!

- ace now tackles you whenever he gets the chance to visit you or see you

- you never thought the day would come that he’d willingly give you a hug lmao

- Sabo loves telling you all about his adventures in the revolutionary army!

- he vents to you about how Koala always keeps him out of trouble (koala is amazing 😭)

- Luffy rants on and on about his new nakama!

- He loves them so much, and it’s so adorable whenever he starts talking about how funny and awesome they are 🥺

- “Oh yeah! And our cook, Sanji. His food is THE BEST! And then Zoro! He can never find out where he’s going, but he wields THREE swords. THREE! Then Brook, he’s a skeleton. And he’s dead shishishi—!”

- (man I’m about to cry 🥺💜)

- With ace, it’s more of him just suffocating you with warm hugs, it’s mostly silent catching up y’a know?

- These three are proud to call you their sister, after all

- You were the one that helped them get to where they are now, they couldn’t even imagine what life would’ve been like without you with them along the way 💜

a/n - oh I love these precious boys 😭

#one piece #one piece hcs #anime hcs #strawhat luffy #luffy #monkey d. luffy #luffy one piece #luffy headcanons #sabo the revolutionary #sabo headcanons #sabo one piece #fire fist ace #ace headcanons #ace one piece #portgas d. ace

[castielcommunism]

it’s frustrating that they never go anywhere with mary reading john’s journal in the show, because I think it would be the catalyst to a comprehensive re-evaluation of john’s role in her sons’ lives, and is probably the only thing that would get dean to properly question his relationship to his father.

like there’s a dual refusal to accept reality going on with mary and dean - mary doesn’t want to accept that her children are grown adults and that her absence destroyed their lives. it makes her feel powerless and incredibly guilty. and dean is using mary to displace all of his unexamined rage at his father. it’s a lot easier to be angry at his mom for dying than it is to get angry at his father for abusing and neglecting them for years, especially when mary seems hellbent on retreating into fantasy where her children are still babies. but mary reading john’s journal would undo both of those things - she would be confronted with the man her husband was and the things he did to their children as a result of her absence, and she would be able to recuperate some sense of agency in her own life by getting angry at this. she can’t undo the past and she can’t fix what happened, but she can be a zealous advocate for her children and rage against what their father did to them.

and dean would have no choice but to listen, because the only person he would hear any criticism of john from is his mom. she is an authority figure he respects and wants to listen to, and on top of that she’s on his side. like for the first time in his life he would feel fully empowered to admit that he was mistreated. because his mom is telling him that it’s okay to feel that. this isn’t even something he could let himself do with bobby, I think partially because bobby isn’t biological family and partially because mary feels like a much closer authority on the subject of their father, despite the fact that bobby actually knew him a lot better.

and hilariously I think this is how sam and mary would connect and form a relationship. like she wouldn’t be able to just walk into the room one day and say well I read john’s journal and your dad was an abusive asshole. if I’d had been there I wouldn’t have let any of that happen. because dean WOULD push back and it would probably cause a fight. a serious conversation about john would have to be a slow, uneven process of untangling what the fuck happened in their childhood, and sam would happily entertain his mom asking him questions. like she can’t get straight answers from dean because he wants to both protect his mom from the reality of their life AND he wants to protect his father from the wrath of his mother. but sam would absolutely have a frank and honest conversation with mary about their childhood (at least what parts he remembers). It would be painful and messy and enraging, but he would finally have someone who wants him to talk about what happened to him and his brother. and like I’m sure mary would resist some of this at first, too, because the reality of what john did is horrifying and accepting that means accepting some kind of responsibility for it, even if she didn’t actually do any of the abusing and would have prevented it had she seen it occurring.

but like eventually all three of them would arrive at a shared set of facts, which is that john was neglectful and abusive to his kids. dean would be given permission to be angry about it from someone he loves and respects, and he would even be allowed to give up responsibility for his own anger. mary started it, so he doesn’t have to drown himself in guilt and self-doubt over thinking his father was a shitty person. he’s being handed down this mercy by his mother. and sam would finally have someone fully on his side, allowing him to present his case and explain himself. he would be given absolution for all the fights he started with his father, and for the deep-seated self-disgust he felt for being “unclean”, not to mention john’s own disgust. and mary would finally be able to feel like she knows what’s going on, and that she can take control of some element of her family’s life. she can redeem herself to her own sons by being their champion, even if it’s thirty years too late. they can do this autopsy of their own family history together and move forward with the knowledge that what happened wasn’t okay.

#mary.txt #bro.txt #mary & dean #sam & dean #season 12 #meta

[sophsun1]

This gifset I made of Joan and Jack Kinney's perception that Brian was a carbon copy of his father a lone wolf and selfish man vs Justin knowing that was the furthest thing from the truth hits even harder when you flashback to 1.02 where Brian has such a visceral reaction to Ted yelling at Michael "Where do people get off thinking I'm not a kind person? I happen to be very kind, very loving/ My only responsibility is to myself I don't owe anybody a goddamn thing."

Selfish is such a prominent word in his life. We hear it from many of his so called friends. He's selfish and can't or won't love anyone or anything. Yet his actions towards them even when they don't deserve it show the complete opposite. You can sort of see why it cuts so deep when he hears these words "selfish and responsibility" in the context of the scenes with his parents.

We have Joan in church telling Brian he reminds her of Jack, he's equally as selfish always letting her down and mocking her love for God. How she took Jack's abuse and beatings to protect him though we the audience know Brian had his own share of abuse from him both physical and emotional along with his mother's neglect and alcoholism. He denies this but she won't hear of it. Adding on to her previously telling him her new priest has been like a son to her and now Brian has the power to destroy her entire world view and he doesn't. There's also a weird sort of parallel where now instead of her biological son being like her husband, her surrogate son is just like the son she rejects and is ashamed of.

Jack proudly announcing he's a chip off the old block not made to be a family man, Brian agreeing. Throw in the bombshell that if it was up to him, Brian wouldn't even exist. This man who shirked all responsibilities as a husband, a father and role model to his children telling his son who he wished was never born that he is just like him. Imagine the mind fuck. His line about not letting the ladies tie him down, Brian knowing he would never be accepted if he ever came out to him. Then buttering him up for cold hard cash, even though Brian had it ready and waiting because he knew that's all he's worth to him. Which leads me to the anger I feel towards Mel and Lindsey who immediately jump on Brian about his financial responsibility to Gus. Wanting him to sign a life insurance policy because his "lifestyle" according to Mel makes him more of a risk factor. They don't want him to be fully physically involved but they'll take his money. Here comes the theme of death once more, his father didn't want him to exist but he'll take his money. Mel and Lindsey, pointing out if he dies it doesn't matter as long as Gus profits. Yet he fought so hard for Lindsey in the custody battle for J.R, funding it all when he never got that same unwavering support when it came to Gus. Wanting so steadfastly to take care of Justin financially when they were together and apart because that's how he has been made to feel with Gus and his father. So many layers. Sonny boy indeed.

Is it any wonder? Brian Kinney never believed in love and thought it only lead to bitterness and resentment, and settling down meant settling into a toxic environment where hatred flourished. Especially as your parents are your first example of love and family. You literally are the product of that union in most cases, it's a fundamental part of your childhood and has a deep effect on you ergo why therapists always lead with "So tell me about your relationship with your mother/father."

WHICH IS WHY WE SHOULD HAVE HAD A SEASON DEDICATED TO THIS ASPECT!

Ultimately people are always wanting a piece of Brian. The raw, unfiltered Brian Kinney that Justin sees and accepts and loves is not good enough for them. Sure they have their moments and he's by no means perfect but Justin doesn't want to intrinsically change him, he encourages him to be better and we see Brian respond to this. They blow hot and cold, his Peter Pan complex is embarrassing it's time to grow up! Brian tries to change, no this isn't the Brian we know and love, we prefer the old version of him come back! With his friends he's made to feel responsible for their mistakes and fuck ups, to be a support to them, to help rescue them even to his own detriment at times. To feel guilt at his existence in their lives and how it affects them, as financial support or simply telling him how to react/feel to really major emotional life events. Debbie insisting he "owed" his father his coming out, telling Joan he had cancer. Michael at his father's death, that regardless of what he did he was still his dad. The amount of pressure that was placed on him was insane the "responsibility" never ends. It goes to the -> I don't owe anybody a goddamn thing! He got himself out of his terrible upbringing, worked hard and got an amazing loft with a job in a career he excels at. No one gave him a hand out. Technically even when they did in the concerned citizens for truth era he paid them back plus extra. He hates feeling indebted to people, or in need, and yes part of that is pride but also because he's the one that is always on standby to be that for others, so where is his room to fail?

#queer as folk #brian kinney #i don't know if this makes sense #but these thoughts have been in my head #I'm not the best at putting words down I'm better at verbal #the effect of trauma on the brain's processing ability is real #joan kinney #jack kinney #qaf meta #2x09 #1x09

[roxynmae]

Hey I'm the og spider is the bio kid of jake anon and I'm LOVING the responses to this sooooo much!!!

My brain went down the route of in the wreckage of the ships some tablets got washed up and still worked. Jake gets spider to log into his old account to see in it still works (spider has small enough fingers to type) and they log in and it's like all of jake old phone, like videos of the past, old texts, his music library everything and it's like very fun - until norm points out that there is an unread message.

And it's a video message from spiders biological mum, who speaks French or smth (I live the idea that jake speaks French for some reason idk, and she chooses to tell the message in French because she knows none of the other crewmates speak it.) She tells him in the message that she knows what's coming and that she won't drag the baby into being blackmail, so they lied and said that Paz was pregs and that the bio mum was her support when it was born. Had to choose quaritch for the birth certificate bc he was the only man paz had slept with in the right time period. Idk I love the idea that she actually lived and went back to earth, and that somewhere in the message she says 'I know you might not get this but even if you don't know that he's yours I don't imagine you'll leave a kid to be raised by scientists, give him a good life jake'.

And it's just jake blank stare because oh my god that's her hair and his eyes and his mums nose and how the fuck didn't he see this before. I like to imagine a point of conflict being that he tells neytiri before spider

I'm not the biggest quaritch and Spider fan so I don't imagine he would run to him, but I do like what you wrote on neyteyam, and how he would be pretty skeptical of his dad's behaviour. I feel like spider would be much the same once the honeymoon period is over

Idk about neytiri, I imagine she would be pissed but I also think that she would accept him (maybe not as her own kid but as a stepchild) because she still has a feeling that this sort of thing would be eywas will, that the first human child would be born of toruk macto

Jake, I may be in the minority bc spider tumblr loves quaritch, but I think he could be an amazing dad he just has to make the decision to do better and not wallow in his own guilt. He would have alot of work to do, but I think he could do it (if he pulls his head out on his ass)

But yeah!!! Tell me what you think xxx

Wow! Thank you I’m loving this AU so much!

Them finding the message and only Jake understanding is a really good idea! It also makes for an interesting interaction with all the ones around him at the moment. And he as to lie his way out of the situation until he figures how to deal with the situation. The man literally froze into place, all that he himself had done and what he let other do to Spider downing on him. Her last words making him feel ashamed, how could he be such a horrible man?

Now I don’t see her surviving only because why wouldn’t she try to talk to Jake directly? Going to him, telling him the truth, she did all of this to protect their child I don’t see her wanting to be away from him.

I’m happy that you agree on how Neteyam would take the news. The boy truly feels lost at the moment, he grows resentment towards Spider, in his eyes now he lost his spot as first born, the rift between him and his siblings is getting bigger by the day and he truly feels as if he only has his mom left. He won’t even look at his dad in the eyes, Neteyam feels betrayed by him.

Neytiri is constantly trying to forget Jake’s past as a human and now Spider is the biggest reminder. It’s not going to get better, actually I see her getting even more antagonistic considering how Neteyam has taken the news.

Now for the dad situation, I have to admit my bias towards Quaritch, I love him as Spider’s dad and I don’t think Jake deserves this kid, not that he deserves his other children. Jake would need to do some serious work towards his whole family, because in my opinion as things stand he failed both as a father and as a husband.

#spider is jake’s kid!au #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #na’vi avatar #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #avatar spider #avatar quaritch #jake sully #miles quaritch #neteyam #neytiri

[redheadlesbianfreak]

I’m really glad that people in the TMNT fanbase have finally started calling out the insistence that 2012 Splinter is irredeemably abusive. As well as how the criticism comes across as racist. The way the character is depicted in the show versus the way he is often depicted in fan content is like night and day. I’m open to different fan interpretations, but I’ve seen an insane amount of fans confidently state that he’s canonically abusive. And this is one of the worst misinterpretations of canon I’ve ever seen in fanon.

2012 Splinter was raised in Japan, and seems to take on a more East Asian style of parenting. He’s stricter with his sons, but usually when they put themselves or their brothers in danger. However, I would say that he’s far more gentle and understanding than anything else. And I would like to clarify that reasonably disciplining your kids and teaching them right from wrong is not abusive. That’s what it means to be a parent. Never correcting misbehavior is another form of abuse, one that borders on neglect.

Another thing to consider is that he’s in a very unique situation. Splinter and the turtles are mutants. They will never be accepted by society and will always be seen as monsters; he knows this. He teaches his sons how to fight so they can defend themselves in a world that will try to hunt them down and kill them. He has nightmares about his sons dying. The show explores the terror he faces as a parent, which is something he’s already experienced with the loss of his daughter and wife.

Splinter is devastated and relieved to find that Miwa is alive. He loves her as his daughter, but that doesn’t mean he no longer sees the turtles as his sons. He views them as being his children just as much as his biological child. He clarifies this to Leonardo. The reason I love TMNT so much as a franchise is because it’s one of the few pieces of media that explores familial love within an adopted family. And TMNT 2012 constantly reiterates that family can look unconventional and does not need to be bound by blood.

Splinter is a realistic depiction of a parental figure. Most parents in media are either abusive or perfect with no in-between. Splinter is the type of parent who tries his best but still makes mistakes. In real life, there is no such thing as a perfect parent. Even the kindest parents are going to make mistakes from time to time. But my favorite thing about Splinter is that he almost always owns up to his mistakes. Rather than doubling down or pretending he did nothing wrong, he admits his wrongdoing and apologizes. And that’s way better than a lot of parents.

I don’t want to get too personal, but I grew up with several abusive adults in my life. I know firsthand what it’s like to experience very violent abuse at the hands of an adult. It fucked me up and I’m still recovering from it. Pretty much none of those adults ever admitted wrongdoing or grew as a person. In their eyes, they were always in the right and I deserved what I was getting. I would’ve loved to have a patient and kind adult in my life like 2012 Splinter.

Abuse looks different for everyone, and I don’t want to imply my experiences are universal. But as someone who did grow up in that environment, it’s upsetting to see people blow Splinter’s actions out of proportion in order to validate their dislike of a him. To me, it feels like fans are using the abuse as a tool to make their opinions look morally correct. As a writer, I understand making alternate universes to amp up the angst potential. But insisting that fanon is canon is where I draw the line, especially when it comes to willfully misinterpreting a character.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 splinter #i’ve been wanting to make this post for a very long time #and no this is not an invitation to shit on other versions of tmnt #fanon is not canon #and yeah it does feel racist #it reminds me of when people were saying abuela from encanto was super evil #no these two characters are nuanced #and it’s fine to dislike this character #but as i said it’s when people try to make him look morally bad #to justify their opinion as the correct one #idk guys fandom is super weird :/

[gch1995]

Luke should have killed Vader in ROTJ. He should have cut off Vader's hand then said "you betrayed your friends, the Jedi who raised you. You broke Obi-Wan's heart and caused him to live in exile. You killed my sister's family and killed my mother and my aunt and uncle. And now you're going to pay the price, Anakin." And then Luke kills him.

Luke absolutely would have had every right to despise Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker for all the atrocities he committed, enabled, and/or participated in against him, his adoptive guardians, his sister, Obi-Wan, the rest of the Jedi, and many others. I haven’t come across anyone in the Star Wars fandom who genuinely believes that Luke and Leia were in the wrong to have serious issues with their biological father’s atrocious attitudes, behaviors, and crimes. Not even those of us who are Anakin/Vader stans believe that his two children were somehow entitled to just blindly accept and forgiven him for every terrible thing he did to them and many others throughout the galaxy. Of course, they weren’t. Just because Anakin had a tragic backstory, constantly suffered under shitty circumstances of compromised agency under abusive, corrupt, and oppressive authority figures, felt guilt, and eventually felt inspired to at least partially atone for his sins by killing Palpatine to save his son’s life, it doesn’t mean that we think that invalidates all the loss, pain, and suffering he directly caused to both his children and many others throughout the galaxy by victimizing them as Darth VaderIt’s also true that he occasionally committed acts that he knew were wrong of his own volition. He also has occasionally committed crimes against some of his victims out of a personal desire for cathartic release, freedom, protection, and/or vengeance that he wasn’t pressured into doing by corrupt and oppressive authority figures. He occasionally made bad choices that he knew were wrong for himself.

Anakin became a horrendous villain, and, while the compromised agency and shitty circumstances that got him to that point in the first place aren’t his fault, it’s also true that he always retained enough rationality and conscience to know the core difference between right and wrong and feel guilt. Everyone in the fandom agrees that none of Anakin’s many victims were entitled to ever forgive him for his crimes against them throughout the galaxy. We just want it to be understood that it isn’t just his fault alone that he wound up becoming and remaining such a horrible villain.

That being said, committing murder or hurting someone for hatred and revenge vs hurting and killing in self-defense are two different things. While it is true that you are completely in your right to take a stand against abuse, crime, and oppression for freedom and protection, there’s also a line between doing what’s necessary to survive because there’s legitimately no other choice in the moment versus being willing to stoop to that adversary’s same level out of anger, hatred, fear, and revenge. In the prequels, we saw that Anakin went dark and struggled to come back because he fell into the same mindset as those who hurt him and those he loved of “Two wrongs make a right” and “I’ll coldly and indiscriminately commit and enable systematic abuse, crime, and tyranny as necessary ‘for the greater good’ if the authority figures, community, mentors, and politicians in these broken systems I serve tell me to because they don’t offer me much opportunity to feel adequately safe and supported standing up for what’s right within it in battle, anyway, since that would mean taking a risk to trust the other side.”

The feelings of anger, fear, and hatred from constant abuse, oppression, and trauma that never got fully resolved are justifiable on Anakin’s part. Palpatine, Watto, the Tusken Raiders, Obi-Wan, Yoda, Qui-Gonn Jinn, his other elders and mentors in the Jedi Order, and the Republic government he got recruited to serve before he could even have the opportunity to properly understand what he was being signed up for as a child definitely did both enable and/or perpetuate completely acts of systematic abuse, crime, elitism, oppression, and violence against him, his mother, his people, the clones, and their own recruits for their own benefit. Whether their intentions were pure or evil doesn’t matter. They caused a lot of harm and trauma.

It’s the horrendous actions that Anakin becomes willing to take in response to avoid having to deal with confronting those issues bravely, honestly, and honorably that are the problem. It’s not easy for him to do the right things, he has good reason to be angry, and you can make a valid point that many of the crimes he ends up enabling and perpetuating as an adult are things he learned from personal experience as a victim and witness of them from a young age.

Anakin is always at least partially oppressed by a corrupt authority figure. Palpatine pressure him to turn to the dark side by encouraging him to act vengefully to try to avoid and quash those feelings of anger, fear, and hatred that adversaries or potential threats trigger in him, rather than dealing with them. The Jedi he served under weren’t as harsh in their methods and intentions as the Sith. That “greater good” defense mechanism is something Anakin picked up from their teachings to justify doing terrible things out of fear of the unknown and pressure of corrupt authority. Their desire to have control to avoid the dark side and recklessness went into abusive territory multiple times throughout the OT and PT sagas because they became too afraid to actually take the risk to be the heroes for the galaxy they presented themselves as. They usually played the role of heroes in the old Jedi Order when they believed doing so benefitted their dictatorial military superpower organization’s ability to have total control in regards to all force-sensitive individuals and matters in the galaxy, their public reputation, their role as the Republic’s army, and their security. Otherwise, they ignored many of those in need, enabled, perpetuated whatever abuse of power and crime benefitted their “greater good.”

Nonetheless, as an adult Anakin became guilty of wrongdoings when he repeatedly decided to respond to all his anger, fear, and insecurities hypocritically by stooping to the same awful levels as his adversaries did with him and worse throughout his life. Thus, he actually res cycle of systematic abuse, crime, oppression, and vengeance continues with him because he decided to take the easier path of following it.

When Luke was in altercations with Darth Vader where there seemed to be no other way out, he would have been completely in his right to immediately end the duel by swiftly killing his father in self-defense when he had his light saber poised with the threat to kill him. Sure, by the end of ROTJ, we know Anakin’s heart wasn’t really in it to kill Luke for Sidious, if he refused to turn, but he was still threatening to. However, once Luke disarms Darth Vader/Anakin of his mechanical arm and lightsaber, he has the advantage over his father. The self-defense law can only be used when there is absolutely no other way to escape or survive under an adversary or threat in an active altercation. After disarming Vader, the immediacy principle of the self-defense argument is lost for Luke because he’s mitigated the threat of him. It could no longer be the justified as theonly thing he could do to survive because there was no other way to stop him in their altercation when .

What’s more, Luke doesn’t even attempt to kill him out of a sense of duty or protection at all at that point in ROTJ. Luke starts taking a needlessly cruel route by briefly choosing to start beating his disarmed father up with his fists out of feelings of anger and a desire for revenge when he gets the upper hand, which is why Sidious points out “Yes, yes, you’re becoming like him.”

While we’re never obligated to forgive, trust, or take back those who hurt us terribly in relationships, it is also true that most adults who grow up to be enablers and/or perpetrators of abuse, crime, and tyranny against other people had to have the influence(s) to be that way built up from within them over time in relationships with others, which often began throughout their childhoods or very young adulthoods. Hurting people will become increasingly willing to hurt others needlessly, as they have been hurt by others, if they repeatedly decide to deal with their anger, insecurities, and trauma under shitty circumstances and adversity by stooping to the same level as those who hurt them to try to maintain and take control back because it’s easier than taking a risk to do the right thing by being vulnerable.

Luke caught himself before it was too late when Palpatine pointed out he was “becoming like him,” but giving in to an desire for control, revenge, and/or security by stooping to the same level as those who hurt you when faced with the opportunity to do so because it’s easier than actually taking the risk to address those issues and face them bravely, honorably, and openly, is what creates very angry, broken, controlling, dangerous, hateful, and insecure abusers and criminals down the road. They see that it’s such an easy feat to commit acts of “necessary” abuse, crime, and revenge to immediately avoid and shut down anyone or anything that acts as an adversary or potential threat to themselves or those they care about, but they only gain a short-term sense of catharsis in the heat of the moment. In the long-term, though, their anger, depression, hatred, insecurities, and trauma hasn’t actually been resolved at all by their decisions to stoop to their adversaries levels to completely avoid, control, and/or destroy everyone and everything that causes those issues in the moment. Instead, they end up making things worse for others around them, and end up hating themselves more in the long run. Yet, they keep allowing for and doing terrible things that can/could allow them to avoid conflict in the short-term as the years go on because it becomes an addiction that keeps getting enabled by others in Star Wars until Luke comes along. It’s what happened to Anakin in the prequels. It’s what happened to the overall Jedi Order and Republic of the prequels with their increasingly obsessive and unhealthily “greater good” and “us versus them” mentality.

No one in the SW fandom on here has ever blamed Luke and Leia for having serious issues with their biological father’s many atrocities, regardless of his constantly tragic and shitty life circumstances. Aside from the fact that they see he’s Sidious’s attack/guard dog, for the most part, they never even witnessed all the abuse, loneliness, oppression, and trauma he experienced before he fell to the dark side. Even with that, though, the point is not that Luke and Leia are supposed to excuse Anakin for all of his crimes and wrongdoings because he is their biological father who they eventually learn suffered constant tragedy under lifelong shitty circumstances from which safely escaping was always compromised. The point of Luke ultimately choosing to stop angrily and vengefully beating Anakin/Vader to a bloody pulp before he can kill him after he gains the upper hand in their duel in ROTJ is about breaking the generational cycle in his predecessors of enabling and perpetuating rampant “necessary” systematic abuse, oppression, violence, and vengeance without much hesitation at all costs to gain short-term catharsis, peace, and security against any and all conflict or potential conflict, which actually led to greater conflict in the long-term instead because they all became too afraid to actually risk doing the right thing most of the time under pressure with shitty influences and limited to nonexistent healthy support options outside of these broken systems they grew up in and got recruited to serve under pressure until then.

#Star Wars anon #pt Star Wars #ot Star Wars #I don’t think anyone disagrees that Luke and Leia had every right to despise Vader #but acting on that hatred through seeking revenge and using needless cruelty becomes a vicious cycle that leads to more abuse #never taking a risk to do the right thing because it’s harder under shitty circumstances to try to hold onto security leads to more problem #that’s what happened to Anakin in the prequels #that’s what happened to the Jedi in the prequels with their ‘greater good’ and ‘us versus them’ mentality in excess #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #Palpatine

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Mrs. Shelby - Chapter 15 - Cozy

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London, March 1922 Tommy called me when he got back to Birmingham. He said that although he was beaten, it was nothing serious and I didn’t need to worry… I held the phone and rolled my eyes. Believe it or not, you are a big liar. I muttered in my mind. We two fools always like to hide our true situation in front of each other, report good things but not bad things, and then continue to talk in silence Pay for each other.

"I may have found Polly's son, Tommy." I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. This was the Senate President I sponsored to help me. Got it. "Unfortunately, I haven't found Polly's daughter yet, I guess, um…she…but I'll keep looking of. " I held Tommy's arm and walked down the country road. "We haven't walked together like this for a long time." I sighed. I'm feeling suffocated in London these days. "here It looks good. We can buy a house in the countryside to retire in the future. "

"I have to buy another manor. You don't know. Turner Manor is in Yorkshire. It's as cold as a ghost house in the winter. I'll watch the cows." The house in Jin is pretty good. Imagine that, Tommy! Living in the countryside, not far from the city, the air is fresh and life is comfortable. Has its own flower field and horse farm. In the spring we can ride horses through the flowers. Not only can I ride a horse, I can also ride a horse. As for hunting, I can take our children hunting…" Tommy just listened seriously as I chattered about my wonderful ideas for the future.

I just leaned against the fence in the back and watched Tommy negotiate with the boy's foster mother and listened to his nonsense. He is the person responsible for the agency in the Birdsley parish of Birmingham City Council. The adoptive mother, Mrs. Johnson, must have loved the child very much and treated him like her own son. If it weren't for Polly, I couldn't bear to separate the mother and son. But this kid at least has the right to know the truth, right? But I couldn't help but wince when I heard Mrs. Johnson say that Polly smoked opium and tortured and beat her son. eyebrow. I can understand her feelings, but if she really said that to this child, it would be really vicious.

Mothers love their children, and most of them spoil their children - my brother ended up being the one with De Xing and me. It cannot be said that his mother's doting on him in his early years was completely irrelevant. We had been discussing for too long outside the yard, and Mrs. Johnson’s panicked look also caught the boy’s attention, and he turned to me.

They come over. "Your real name is Michael Gray, and your biological mother wants to meet you. Her address is written on the back of this business card. She wants to talk to you. " The boy looked first at Tommy and then at me, with the look of a boy who had just graduated from Cambridge and entered the London social scene. My head is blue, just like the look in Tommy's eyes when they saw me for the first time. I have seen this kind of stunning look too many times. But it seems a little different…

His eyes slid from my face to my ordinary clothes, and finally landed on my hands. The rich and powerful in London know that Turner The baroness's favorite jewelry is the ocean blue diamond ring given to her by her fiancé Thomas Shelby, which she will never leave. 6 carats The aquamarine is dazzling and dazzling under the embellishment of diamonds. I think the kid has made plans. When I got home, I sat on the sofa in a daze. This boy will definitely identify his biological mother - because of Tommy's clothes today and the car and the diamond on my hand. Precepts can prove to him the wealth level of this new family. But what if he knows what we do? Can he still accept his biological mother? If you accept it again For what reason? If it was because of money, wouldn't it be even more terrifying… "I'm in a daze again." Tommy always liked to just wrap a towel around his waist after taking a shower. He stood behind me with his bare chest and kissed my neck son. This makes me feel very itchy, but he always said that my neck is as graceful as a swan - "It is a piece of art." Taste, dear. "He said while kissing me at the time. "I wanted him to accept Polly, but I didn't want him to." I looked up, trying to get support and recognition from Tommy's eyes. "It's human nature to yearn for better living conditions." Tommy tried to comfort me, but I always felt that Twist. But I don't want to speak anymore. While Tommy didn't draw any conclusions, we all knew Michael was going to return to Polly. The matter is settled. I didn't want my words to drive a wedge between Tommy and his new cousin. Big deal I'll just pay more attention in the future.

Maybe it’s because I’ve never had to worry about food and clothing since I was a child, but I couldn’t understand that boy’s straightforward and passionate desire for fancy cars and fancy clothes. he I have certainly never experienced hunger or abuse in this home. As long as the residents of Birmingham have his living conditions, they also Not going to be a prostitute, a gangster, or go on strike. Tommy sensed that I was feeling down and used himself to please me. I lay under him obediently, following his movements Breathing and emotional. "I miss you……" "Me too, Tommy…"

But actually he didn't have to do that. I will continue to support every decision he makes. He is my fiancé, the man I know I want to spend the rest of my life with. We will have quarrels and conflicts, but love binds us together and we will always be one. We want to meet Supporting each other throughout life. Afterwards, we lay together and talked about politics as usual. "I wrote to Mr. Churchill," he said, before There was a cigarette stuffed in his mouth. I took the cigarette away from his mouth and stared blankly at the thing in my hand.

To be honest, I kind of want to blame him for killing him first and telling him later. For the greater good, now I have to stay with Churchill A neutral attitude with Tommy won't help Tommy much, but at least it will allow me to maintain my current political status. This will prevent me from losing my right to speak in London in the future. "What's wrong?" He hugged me, turned over, and faced me. "Tommy, you can't trust anyone. Whether it's Mr. Campbell or Mr. Churchill, especially Churchill, he's a Politician, Tommy. I spent the first fifteen years of my life surrounded by politicians, I still support them, I care about them Too understanding. " I was a little incoherent and wanted to explain it to him as soon as possible, but the more I talked, the less I understood. "They're a bunch of people… You can't believe any of the promises and benefits they give, you know, you've got to be on your toes all the time.

You are nothing in their eyes, just a knife that can be replaced at any time. As long as they think you are disobedient, Or if you know too much about dealing with them, they will get rid of you without hesitation. Kill the donkey, you know? Borrow the knife, huh, huh…" Tommy silenced my chattering mouth with a kiss. "I know, honey." Our foreheads touched. Although I didn't say it explicitly, I felt that his blue eyes saw my concerns, and then he didn't blame me. Generous and gentle.

But his understanding only made me feel uncomfortable and blamed myself. I separated from him and returned to London in order to be able to help him more; now that I am a baroness, I can do nothing to help him. What he can do for him is not as much as Liz Stark. I could only stay in London, watching Tommy's shoulder The burden is getting heavier. I don’t know much about the mission Churchill assigned Tommy, but he did so for different reasons. They all clearly didn't want me to know. Arthur's emotions are in trouble again. How can such a person control the overall situation? return

There is Polly’s son and daughter, and I should have been the one to tell Polly about these things… But now, apart from my body, what else can I use to prove my love for him… "I love you, Tommy, I love you…" "You will never be dispensable, Diana. You will be Mrs. Shelby. I never love you because You are useful. "Half asleep and half awake, I heard Tommy whispering in my ear. My eyelids were so sleepy that I couldn't open them. Now, I fall asleep quickly only in his arms… I turned over and arched into his arms. "I love you, Tommy…"

"2050 guineas? What did you buy?" Thomas Shelby never bargained, and this time he didn’t bring enough money to the auction house, so he directly filled in my address for credit. he There is no need to tell me in this way, I am very useful… I took out 2,200 pounds directly from the drawer. "With the remaining money, I will buy some news. Is there anything else interesting today?" A mysterious lady bids for Tommy, and Sabi's men want to assassinate Tommy but are beaten to a bloody pulp by Arthur. I took out another 300 pounds and pushed it to the people at the auction together with the previous coins. "Please send someone to kill that assassin.

Send him to Scotland Yard, saying he attempted to assassinate Baroness Turner's fiancé. Well… remember to send him to Green Prison. One hundred pounds is the management fee, and the rest is your extra income. Please come to my house as compensation. " The child arranged by Tommy was brutally killed by Sabi's people in Green Prison, and then Tommy arranged to shave the child. The knife gang members went to jail. This happens to be a good opportunity for revenge. I am a very vengeful person. I still remember that

That night Sabi's men pointed their guns at me. I also remember that I seemed to have said that I would exchange Sabi's fingers for Tommy's. Ya… this time it was his subordinates, next time it will be his turn. "Cut off his little finger. Which hand? Cut off whichever hand he uses to hold a gun." "Why?" I sneered into the phone, "Sir, if this person ever broke into your house and pointed a gun at You, I'm afraid now it's not just as simple as cutting off your little finger. " Tommy's expansion plan is going very smoothly, his methods are clever and ruthless, and he can't find a single fault on the surface, but secretly he has me.

political umbrella. Sabiri could only send more people to monitor me, seeing me as a breakthrough to defeat Tommy. mouth. But whatever he did, Tommy came to London to spend more time with me, and sometimes he would bring John and the others to eat and drink. Drink, or entertain his other "friends." "Are you so eager to let them see Mrs. Shelby in advance?" I sat in front of the mirror, smiled and put on Jane's clothes. Bead earrings. "Who is our distinguished guest today, Mr. Shelby?" "Miss May Carleton." He played with my hair. "…Ha, another ignorant girl who was fascinated by Mr. Shelby?" I'm a little jealous. Good guy, Thomas actually invited people to his home.

Thomas accompanied me to a banquet half a month ago, and then Baroness Turner’s handsome fiancé became a Londoner. A celebrity in the social scene. Even if he is not a politician or a nobleman, those aristocratic ladies and young women think that He is just an ordinary young businessman, mysterious, handsome and generous. But these days, it smells like ink A bulging money bag is much more attractive than an old manor with a musty smell. Although the social season is over, the holidays If I break up with Tommy tonight, the lady who comes to sell her daughter to him early tomorrow morning will be able to break through his door. sa Billy should hire them. I felt like I had just eaten a big pot of freshly grown wild cherries. My heart felt sour and bitter, and I couldn't help but look at him sideways. Tommy came up behind me and put the diamond necklace around my neck. He pressed my shoulders and looked at me in the mirror I. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you in advance. Miss Carlton is very influential in the Jockey Club."

"No sex trade?" I looked back at him. "No sex trade, Mrs. Shelby." He leaned down and kissed me. Miss Carlton is not as beautiful as I thought. Even after being carefully combed, her hair is still as wooly as straw Rough, her bright brown eyes were as watery as a horse's. She looks like Tommy spent a fortune at auction The beautiful little mare I bought for the price—I don’t know why this metaphor came to me. But I have to say, even though it was only at first sight, I quite liked her. She is different from those shallow and squeamish noble ladies. At the same time, maybe it’s the temperament brought up by the old aristocrats, maybe it’s the gentle strong aura in her body, let me know

The son took a liking to her. When we meet our opponents in chess, we cherish each other. I haven't felt this way since I came back from Berlin when I was 10 years old. We were more communicating at the dinner table, talking about horses, hunting, men, how to manage industries, and the latest politics. policies and the politicians who make them. Tommy couldn't get a word in, and he just kept refilling our glasses from time to time. I drained my glass of rum before enjoying dessert. I think my face should be a little red, but who cares? I It’s been a long time since I’ve had this kind of joy of meeting a close friend.

I took a spoonful of the brownie and felt sick when I brought it to my mouth. I thought it was because of drinking. for Maintaining the Baroness's demeanor, I tried to remain calm, restrain my body's reaction, and stay away from the plate of delicate snacks. Tommy silently handed me his untouched plate. He never likes desserts, so he uses dark chocolate imported from Belgium The brownies made with strength were one of the rare things he could accept. I dug in another spoonful, which only made me feel worse.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." After saying that, I quickly covered my mouth and rushed to the toilet. I almost threw up my entire dinner. I feel dizzy and groggy, and I can only stand steady by holding on to the sink. "What's wrong?" Tommy opened the door, supported me, and let me lean against him. "I don't know…" Why does he smell so strange tonight…

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Melli, please ? (And more preferably about his biological parents for the family headcanon).

Sure ^^ Sorry I took so long to get to your ask. My headcanons for his family and backstory are pretty extensive, so feel free to ask more headcanon stuff if you’re interested. I’ve developed a pretty detailed headcanon verse for the PLA world/characters, I’ve just never really had much of an opportunity to share them.

♥ - family headcanon

Melli’s mother’s name is Fiana, and she works as a jewellery/charm maker. She has a particular passion for memento mori, and assists her mother (Melli’s grandmother) in her role as the Diamond Clans funeral celebrant, death doula, and herbalist. While jewellery making is where she earns the majority of her income, her true passion is Kalosian literature, and cuisine, something she’s sadly only experienced sparingly, and solely vicariously through the rare Kalosian traveler that would occasionally visit the village in her youth. Equally as known for her beauty as she is her rebellious and often opinionated personality, she has developed quite the reputation as a trouble maker. Her hair is long and dark, and her eyes are the same shade of blue as her sons. Her partner is Dustox, whom she was raised with as a sister. Her childhood best friend is Adaman’s mother, Minette.

Melli’s father is a rather plain, shortish man with warm brown skin, thin dark hair, a sharp wit and a lax demeanour named Haru. He is a brewer by trade, though is often caught slacking off with his fishing pole in the water ways near the Diamond Clans village. His partner pokemon is (a particularly plump) Raichu who is far happier snoozing in the village than facing any form of battle. While Melli’s mothers side of the family has been living in Hisui for generations, Melli’s father’s family only made the journey from the Johto region to join the Diamond Clan village in Hisui when Haru was only a few years old. He quickly adapted to the Hisui lifestyle, befriending several other children including his future wife Fiana, as well as meeting his lifelong best friend, Nok (Adman’s father).

From their youth Melli’s parents and Adman’s parents were inseparable, often pushing the boundaries of the villages rules, and adventuring throughout the Hisui region, and even secretly making friends with some members of the Pearl Clan. They all developed reputations as slackers and troublemakers, with Melli’s parents seen as bad influences, especially to Nok, the son of the Diamond Clans then leader leader, who was expected to follow in his fathers footsteps. When Nok came of age and publicly declined the position of leader, it was Haru who was blamed for his decision, especially when the two teamed up to start their own brewery shortly after. Despite the controversy Noks father, Leader Solitaire, begrudgingly accepted his sons decision, choosing to stay Leader until Nok either changed his mind, or another candidate for Leader would put themselves forward for the position.

His parents became closer in their teens, before falling in love and marrying in their early 20’s, causing quite the stir in the village. Despite her reputation, her beauty, her brothers respected title as Warden, and her families long history with the Diamond Clan ensured that Melli’s mother was seen as an incredibly desirable marriage candidate, having turned down many suitors before announcing her engagement. Haru was the victim of jealous rumours and mean spirited remarks from many in the village, with some loudly declaring that he was “not good enough” to be Fiana’s husband. To many he was not considered handsome enough, or to have a high enough status to marry somebody like Fiana, and because of his families somewhat recent history in the Hisui region many considered him to be “barely not an outsider”. The two responded to this treatment as they always did. They ignored it and did what they wanted to do anyway.

They tried for children almost straight away, yet failed to receive “Sinnoh’s blessings”. Minette, who was pregnant with her son at the time, assured Fiana that Sinnoh would bless her “when it’s time”, with Nok insisting that the true cause of their troubles probably originated from a well placed Wydeer kick that Haru had taken during an adventure in their teens. Despite being incredibly overjoyed for their friends blessing, the couple couldn’t help but feel a little jealous when Minette gave birth to a baby boy, Adaman.

While they remained best friends, after Adaman’s arrival the two couples had less time to spend in each others company, as Nok and Minette were busy with their newborn. Adaman was only a week or so old when a mysterious traveller from the Kalos region made contact with their village. He was looking for guidance and a safe place to stay while he was in the region. The villagers, wary of outsiders, hesitantly allowed him to enter. This was not out of the goodness of their hearts, but because he was travelling with a trusted group of merchants with whom their Clan had traded with for years, when their ships would dock on Hisuain shores as they made their way to more populated lands.

The traveller was like no one that any of them had ever seen before. Toweringly tall, with intense eyes and and a frightening air of mystery about him, Fiana and Haru were intrigued, and with their friends busy, they volunteered to be his guide. Many in the village, but especially the Warden in the Fieldlands warned them to be careful travelling with the man, yet they saw it as a chance to have another adventure. The warden personally confronted the couple, warning of outsiders and their wicked ways, yet they ignored him taking on the role anyway.

The man was quiet at first, secretive and vague about what it was exactly he was after, yet regardless was eager to learn about the region and the pokemon that resided in it. Over the first few weeks after his arrival the traveler mostly stayed silent, listening to the couple banter as they traveled the region, before returning to the village at night and hiding away until it was time to venture out again in the morning. Slowly, as they adventured day after day, he slowly began joining in on their jokes, asking questions about them and their lives and slowly opening up tiny facts about himself. Pretty soon they had explored all that they could in a single day. The group then started taking trips that would last days away from the village. On these trips, alone in the Hisui wilds, the traveller and the young couple would bond quickly, the man apologising for his coldness towards them, and opening up about his true purpose in visiting the region. He was looking for a certain pokemon, one that he had heard rumours of being sighted in the area, as told to him by the very merchants that he had traveled to the region with in the first place. They reported seeing a small, mysterious flower pokemon, and the traveller desired to find it. Fiana and Haru were intrigued by the possibility, and after quickly ruling out the local Roselia’s as the pokemon in question, the group set out to find it.

What began as a cold, reserved and almost sorrowful man quickly turned to a charming, well spoken, and intensely interesting person who seemed to delight in telling the pair tales of his travels, bits about his home region of Kalos and who equally seemed just as interested by their stories of the almighty Sinnoh, the noble pokemon and of the land in which they called home. Over the months they grew closer, the man becoming more trusting of the Diamond Clan, and in turn, the Clan becoming more accepting of his presence among them. Their bond continued to grown until one night, when camping over night in the Fieldlands during one of their expeditions, all three of them decided to escalate their relationship, and they decided to sleep together. This was of course forbidden, as the two were married and this traveller was an outsider to their clan, and yet Fiana and Haru did what they always did. Whatever it is they wanted. And they had the best night.

Their bond only grew after that night, and the next few months were spent with many more nights like it as they continued their adventure to try and find the mysterious pokemon. Secretly, the couple wished the man would never find his prize so that he might stay with them in Hisui forever, yet one afternoon, in the Fieldlands not too far from where they all spent their first night together, they finally found what they were looking for. A field of previously dead flowers came to life as they watched a small green and white pokemon with flowers on it’s back frolic in the newly formed flower meadow. They looked to the man expecting him to be excited upon finally sighting the pokemon he had traveled all the way there to just to catch a glimpse of, yet he looked defeated instead. Tearfully he told them that that wasn’t the pokemon that he was hoping to find, and that that meant that it was time for him to leave Hisui, as he couldn’t rest until he found it. They tried to change his mind, urging him to join their clan, yet he refused to agree. Finally, they managed to get him to agree to at least return to the Clan overnight, but as the trio entered the village they were confronted by the then Warden of the fieldlands, the Diamond Clan leader and much of the village who seemed to be waiting for their return. It was then that the Warden revealed that as he had been mistrustful of the outsider had been trailing them, and that he had sighted the trio during one of their adventures engaging in forbidden behaviour. He had informed the entire Clan of the outsiders disrespect in leading two members of their clan astray.

Fiana and Haru tried to defend themselves, yet refused to deny the accusation. The traveller just stood, with a blank stare as the village turned on him, hurling insults and judgments before the leader silenced them so that he may talk. Leader Solitaire looked almost remorseful as he explained that his hands were tied, and as the rules were clear he had no choice to expel the man from the Clan immediately, banishing him from the village and forbidding any member of their Clan to speak to him from that moment on. The man told Haru and Fiana to cease their objections, and addressed the entire Clan. He confirmed that the fault was all his, that he had in fact lead the clan members astray, and that he would gladly leave this land. Fiana and Haru tired to argue, yet he would hear nothing of it as he left them there, his final words a bitter reflection about the state of humanity, and of what a fool he had been to think the Diamond Clan were any different. He left the pair with one final smile as he disappeared into the wilds.

Their reputation was in tatters after that, but their good relationship with the Clan leader, and his son ensured that the pair weren’t thrown from the village. Nok and Minette, who were well aware of the nature of their relationship, mourned their loss with them in private, passing no judgment on them and continuing to work and be seen with them in public. It was a few weeks later, approaching Adaman’s first birthday, that Fiana realised that she had fallen pregnant. The couples initial wave of joy was short lived, as when they shared the news with the rest of the Clan rampant speculation had begun about who the true father of the unborn child was. The two had considered this themselves, deciding that it didn’t matter to them who the “true” father had been, as despite being caught they didn’t regret the time they had spent with the traveller at all, and they welcomed any blessing that Sinnoh would grace them with.

When the baby was born it was clear immediately that the traveller had been the one, yet true to their word Haru and Fiana didn’t love the child any less, and were so proud and overjoyed by “her” birth. They named the baby “girl”, Camellia, after the flowers that grew in Haru’s homeland of Johto, the imagery of which Fiana had adopted and would often incorporate into her jewellery designs, and as an homage to the traveller and his quest to find his flower pokemon.

The Clan members could instantly tell that Camellia was the child of the traveller, yet due to the interference of the leader kept their judgments mostly to themselves, partially to avoid the Pearl Clan getting wind of the embarrassing scandal, and to shield the child from the truth. The families connection with the Leader also helped, and in time their reputation recovered slightly, although never recovered fully, to this day with the couple being the subjects of much speculations and gossip. Melli is their only child.

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Melli for much of the year lives away from the rest of the Diamond Clan, up on Mt Coronet in the highlands near Moonview Arena. It’s a small wooden cabin that has served generations of Wardens, having previously been the home of his uncle before inheriting it after his death. While he ventures down to the rest if the Clan often during the warmer months, staying with his parents whenever he’s in the village, he spends much of the winter completely isolated up on the mountain to care for Lord Electrode during the harsh icy weather. Grass types and ice don’t mix.

For the most part he likes living alone. He can eat whenever he wants to, can sing as pound as he wants, and there’s no concerned Clan aunties to yell at him for staying up late. He does get extremely lonely though, and always looks forward to mail (as delivered by lord Braviary) or visits from friends when the weather is agreeable.

▼ - childhood headcanon

Gender non-conforming trans masc. Realised he was a boy extremely young, but was too shy to tell anyone but Adaman at first, who he bonded to after Adaman accepted him as a boy straight away. He and Adaman kept it as a secret for a few years, until, with much coaching from Adaman, Melli was finally ready to tell his parents, who accepted him straight away. I headcanon that being trans in this time period/universe is generally understood and accepted, yet still comes with its own sets of expectations and problems with expectations of trans peoples roles in society, and with transition having it’s own barriers due to the technology of the time.

As they were best friends, (and before Melli came out) Melli and Adaman’s parents had pipe dreams that one day the two may be husband and wife.

Melli made friends with Stunky after Adaman’s dad offered to take both kids out to befriend an eevee. Melli instantly thought he was adorable, but was emboldened to make friends with him after adults in the village insisted that “a stunky wasn’t a suitable partner for a little girl” encouraging him to befriend a eevee like Adaman. This awoke his stubborn streak, and he insisted on keeping the stunky around. His Grandmother with a Skuntank partner of her own, came to his defence, and with her blessing, he was allowed to keep the stunky around.

★ - sad headcanon

Melli, as a teenager, found his uncle dead up on the mountain when going to visit him while he was the Warden to Lord Electrode.

He could always tell that members of the Clan treated him differently, and that contributed to his shyness initially, but then also boosted his desire to prove himself. He often feels like the harder he tries to make people respect or like him, the more people pull away. Has developed his overly confident personality as a shield to both cover his shyness, and to try and emulate Adaman and be the type of person/friend who’s confident and capable enough to help Adaman become a great leader.

Due to some expectations placed on him as a child, and the response from certain members of the village, and changes to his relationships that occurred after he came out as trans, he often wonders if it would have been easier to “stay in the closet”, despite knowing he’d be absolutely miserable.

(This ended up being extremely long, and is likely very rough, so please excuse any mistakes lol, I’ve stayed up all night writing this and I need sleep. I’m always happy to elaborate/answer headcanon questions, both for my personal canon headcanons, and for more general canon stuff too. I love Melli so much, I could talk about him forever)

#long post #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon #warden melli #melli #ask melli #Head canon #melliverse #adaman

[carniliasims]

The Family Drama Legacy Challenge

I was looking for a new legacy challenge that would inspire me, but nothing caught my attention, so I decided to make one of my own! This challenge is obviously inspired by existing challenges, such as Not So Berry and Sims In Bloom, which I love. I wanted to use some of the elements I’ve enjoyed both as a player and as someone who watches others’ playthroughs of different challenges, but for this challenge I wanted to add in more DRAMA! The idea for generation 1 popped into my head, and the rest was history. I’ll be starting my own playthrough, but if you decide to try it, please tag #FamilyDramaLegacy and/or #CarniliaSims so I can see your creations!

Rules:  

Each generation has assigned traits, skills, aspirations, and careers. Each generation’s heir must complete their aspiration, reach the top of their career, and master the required skills. 

Create your founding Sim as a Young Adult according to the generation 1 requirements, then move them into a lot of your choice. You may purchase a home with your starting funds, or for hard mode bulldoze the lot and start with 0 simoleons.

You choose which child will be the heir for the next generation– adoptions and science babies are allowed, and there are no gender restrictions (who needs ‘em!)

Each heir MUST move out of their family’s home some time during their Young Adult life stage (or sooner), and can take no more money than is required to purchase their new home + 5,000 simoleons.

Each generation has 2 colors assigned to it. Use these for inspiration/guidance to whatever level you desire when it comes to hair, clothing, decor, etc.

If you can’t follow a rule or fulfill a requirement because you don’t have the pack/DLC, just switch it to something different! The whole idea of this challenge is to have wacky hijinks and fun doing things you may not normally do in your gameplay, so go for it!

Gen 1, pale blue + yellow:

You had to leave your old identity behind, and are starting fresh in a new place. When you reach the Adult life stage, go into CAS and add a biological teenage child— this child just showed up unexpectedly at your door, and now has to join your household. (You decide why there is a surprise child from your past— was your sim a donor or did they give up a baby for adoption, and now this teen has looked them up, wanting to learn where they come from? Did a former partner or 1 night stand get pregnant? If so, did your sim know about this child or not? Did the person they were previously living with pass away or kick them out? Or did they run away?)

Traits: paranoid, romantic, adventurous

Career: secret agent

Aspiration: championship rider

Skills: horse riding, painting

Requirements:

1. surprise child (see above description)

2. Get divorced and then marry someone else

Gen 2, green + white:

You resent your parent for not providing you with the childhood you feel you should have had, and you are determined to have the perfect family life. You’ll give your kids the best, have a perfect marriage, and make sure they never want for anything. That will show your parent just how much better than them you are!

Traits: overachiever, jealous, family oriented

Career: astronaut

Aspiration: super parent

Skills: fitness, rocket science

Requirements:

1. Have at least 4 children

2. Gain the close, supportive, or permissive family dynamic with all of your children, but the difficult or distant dynamic with your Gen 1 parent

Gen 3, purple + silver:

Honestly, you never really had to try that hard growing up, and things just seem to go your way– it’s too bad drama seems to just follow you wherever you go, but that’s definitely not because of anything YOU are doing, right? Whatever, let’s have drinks and go to a party!!!

Traits: erratic, outgoing, mean

Career: style influencer

Aspiration: party animal

Skills: charisma, mixology

Requirements:

1. Accept every city festival invitation

2. Have at least 1 child with someone other than your partner by cheating

Gen 4, light pink + mint green:

Growing up with a parent who was so chaotic was definitely interesting, but it lead to you having a bit of a hard time controlling your impulses, which can cause problems. You find yourself interested in Selvadorada and travel there completely on a whim. Once there you not only fall in love with the culture, you have a whirlwind romance with a local and spontaneously elope!

Traits: lactose intolerant, hot-headed, art lover

Career: social media

Aspiration: jungle explorer OR archaeology

Skills: Selvadoradian culture, comedy

Requirements:

1. Must accept all family dynamic prompts

2. Use simple living lot challenge for the entire generation (on home lot only, not required on vacations)

3. Meet and elope with someone in Selvadorada

Gen 5, red + gold:

You’ve always been different from the rest of your family, whether they sensed it or not. Creating discord and misery are just fun for you, and you have no intention of stopping. You love to get to know people enough to find ways to sabotage them, and being a gorgeous, charismatic musician means you’ve got the skills to throw everyone off your trail…

Traits: self absorbed, evil, kleptomaniac

Career: NONE (see additional requirements)

Aspiration: villainous valentine

Skills: any instrument, charisma

Requirements:

1. Move to a different world than the one you grew up in

2. Have no job, only earn money through hacking, stealing, and asking for loans that you NEVER repay

3. Never settle down with a romantic partner

Gen 6, black + white:

Not coming from the most loving home, you crave the attention and admiration of others. You deserve to live in the lap of luxury, and you’ll do whatever and whoever it takes to become rich and famous, and one day live in the penthouse of your dreams.

Traits: high maintenance, neat, snob

Career: actor

Aspiration: city native

Skills: painting, singing

Requirements:

1. Break off an engagement

2. Become at least a 4 star celebrity

3. Make it to owning a penthouse

Gen 7, violet + gray:

Growing up in the lap of luxury left you curious about the beauty of nature and more simple things, so you love to go camping in the woods. Having up with a parent who is so flighty and self-absorbed gave you a deep need to be loved by anyone and everyone, but also left you questioning whether you really deserve it. It’s a perfect recipe for self-sabotage! You want to be loved, but no one seems to love you the way you need (or maybe you just always get scared and run away at the first sign of trouble?)

Traits: non-committal, gloomy, perfectionist

Career: business

Aspiration: outdoor enthusiast

Skills: nectar making, bowling

Requirements:

1. Go on vacation at least twice as a Young Adult and twice as an Adult

2. Have at least 3 spouses in your lifetime

Gen 8, orange + blue:

It was hard to see your parent’s tumultuous love life growing up, and you always told yourself that you’d be different– it’s a bad idea to be impulsive and marry too quickly, before you know you’ve found the right person! You decide to date around while you are young, and since you decide to put marriage on the back-burner, you pour your heart into your friend group, who are more like family to you.

Traits: self assured, loyal, materialistic

Career: scientist

Aspiration: extreme sports

Skills: logic, dancing

Requirements:

1. Heir must fulfill all holiday traditions except the ones grayed out 

2. Celebrate traditionally family-oriented holidays with your friends until you have either a child or spouse in the household with you

3. Date someone as a teen, break up as a teen or when becoming a Young Adult, then rekindle the romance as an Adult or Elder and marry them (must have at least 2 romantic partners in between)

Gen 9, hot pink + black:

You were always the wild one in your family, and things don’t change much when you become an adult. You were always making mischief as a child, and when you get to your teen and adult years you’re all about partying and having fun. And hey, if you have to break some hearts and some laws to keep that going, so be it! 

Traits: childish, dance machine, party animal

Career: criminal

Aspiration: public enemy

Skills: mischief, handiness

Requirements:

1. Must accept all likes and dislikes prompts

2. Throw at least 1 party every week for entire Young Adult and Adult life

3. Must have children with more than 1 partner

Gen 10, teal + yellow:

You grew up with a parent who was an outlaw that left a trail of destruction in their wake, and you want nothing more than to forget that and create a life and family that is as perfect and happy as possible. You vow to be an upstanding parent, worker, and friend to everyone in your life, focusing on creating a lasting legacy.

Traits: proper, clumsy, foodie

Career: critic

Aspiration: successful lineage OR big happy family

Skills: writing, pet training

Requirements:

1. Must adopt at least 1 child

2. Achieve gold on a family reunion

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 challenge #legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 #familydramalegacy #family drama legacy #carniliasims

[kytherion]

I do not adopt everyone I care for that I am not romantically or sexually involved with.

I am allowed to have platonic feelings about people without thinking of them as my creations.

The fact that I normally don't is not relevant.

I can recognise that a rare individual of an alien species is developing outlier abilities much in the same way that I would have done if I had been allowed to do so naturally, without Jhiaxus' involvement, and freely decide that even if this individual is doing their level best to oppose me and the group with which I am aligned, they are too valuable not to protect, because people with these inclinations and persuasions are rare.

(Ravage. Stop laughing. The fact that I have fallen for almost every single one of your lovers is not relevant. You just have excellent taste. How could my spark-mate not? And why wouldn't I love someone Jazz also loves? Or care for a fellow non-afthelm Prime?)

I am also capable of discovering unattended, unsupervised and unhomed sparklings without deciding that they are my children.

It hasn't happened yet, and the Newsparks' Welfare Committee has pointed out to me in no uncertain terms that there are people in Sanctuary who would like to raise offspring who don't already have four of their own biological children and one adoptee, and that at least some of them could do so as well as I and my family can, so Sparkthief had better be the last.

Can I help it if he managed to become attached to me before I had finished combing through the newsfeeds to see if someone was missing a baby?

I do recognise patterns of relationship other than "lover," "mate" and "parent".

(If you don't believe me, ask Cosmos, but please be nice to him about it. I care for him but he doesn't trust me and we are romantically incompatible. I also have platonic relationships with all of Ravage's siblings and their offspring. Howlback has helped me in Ravage's absence but we are absolutely not 'lovers'.)

Anyhow, while Rafael had loving parents, they do not understand them, and while Charlie is Bumblebee's conjunx, she is not a datapath.

Humans normally only live for a vorn. Rafael has already lived 25% of that time period and they will require protection and mentorship to reach their full capability within the limited time they are allotted to spend with us. It's only absolutely natural that I should ensure this.

And sometimes very annoying to Rafael, but until their power is further developed they will have to accept that sometimes I sense dangers that they cannot.

So. Don't be one of those dangers. That's all.

I'm sure my bubbe gets it.

#dash commentary #methinks the soundwave doth protest too much #Raf Esquivel | esquivelle #Jack Darby | convenientkeystorage #Sparkthief | dancerhythm #Ravage | dontpetmeibite #Mirage | indespectus #Rodimus | flameofprimus #Rung | sparkmender

[lya-dustin]

All is bliss

Chapter 18

Gif by:@feodor-dostovesky

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @darylandbethfanforever9 @sweethoneyblossom1 @ewanmitchellcrumbs

Cw: mentions of bullying, trauma, infant death,stillbirth, biological warfare, implications of marital rape, murder etc

Anything used to reduce her to tears when they were children, so much so that her Septa used to say her name should have been Daella.

The aftermath of his toast had been him for the first time in his life feeling the brunt of her anger, everyone shocked into silence because no one has ever seen that side of her and the unanimous agreement that Rhaenyra and her family should return to Dragonstone at first light.

The reason for his behavior was utterly forgotten in the mess after.

Not that anyone actually cared in the first place, even his mother had forgotten the incident with Aegon’s pig prank given she chose the menu for tonight.

Aemond doesn’t bother with being discreet as he goes to the place that is so very sacred to the both of them.

The fire has not been lit and yet in the dark he knows exactly where she is.

And even if he hadn’t known he could easily follow the sounds to their source.

Aemma’s knees are folded to her chest as she heaves with every sob.

Looking at how wretched his toast has made her has him wondering if it was even worth it.

She looked up at him with bewilderment and dried her tears with her sleeve. “Out of all the things you could have said you chose that.

Has it ever occurred to you that the same insults you used tonight will be used against our children?”

Instead of answering her question he digs out his handkerchief out of his pockets and offers it to her.

She had made it for him, the dragon on the corner being done in both green and silver thread, a small and yet thoughtful gesture that always reminded him of her.

“Sometimes I wonder if your view on bastards will extend to your own children.” She admits taking the piece of fine cotton to his relief.

“That is different, Aemma.” Different because they would be his children, and no one would be able to see they were not Aegon’s.

“Hypocrite.” She mutters, at least she had stopped crying.

He’d rather Aemma be angry at him than crying because of him.

“I am sorry my words hurt you.” Because that is the one thing he is actually sorry for.

He is not sorry for making his toast, he is just sorry his insults towards her brothers also struck her.

“Why did you say it?” she asks, looking at him knowing he won’t lie about it.

“Luke saw the pig between us and laughed. I couldn’t take it, not when your brothers act as if our childhood was all dragons and rainbows.” He admits and comes to sit beside her on the floor, leaning his back on the bookcase and wishing he could reach more than her soft green skirt.

“I’m sorry my words hurt you, Aemee.” He repeats his apology straining his eye to see if she nods.

“I suppose I can forgive that; Luke may feel guilt for taking your eye, but he does not remember Aegon’s pranks were meant to be cruel.” She accepts his apologies and makes excuses for her little brothers, perhaps she was right or perhaps she was biased because it sounds ridiculous when you factor in that Luke and Jace had been seven and nine at the time of the Pink Dread.

“I’m sorry for hitting you.” She said and he dismissed it.

She had struck him, and it had hurt more emotionally than physically, but he doesn’t hold it against her.

It had led to an epiphany.

He is in love with her.

Perhaps he has always been and it had taken for him to make the glass spill over with his words for him to admit it.

Or perhaps it was a recent development and it had been the feeling of her hand connecting with his cheek for him to know it.

“We can stay here if you wish.” He offered hoping she’d leave her safe place and join him on the rug again.

“I’d like that.”

“I suppose I should thank you,” the queen says quietly as the witch woman closes the door behind her.

“Not many have the courage to thank me, most like to forget it ever happened.” Alys said with a nod.

Alicent had only been wed for a scant six months when the bastard of Harrenhal saw her crying in the sept.

If she were with child Viserys would cease visiting her.

If he were to die, she would be free of him.

You won’t have to suffer him for long, your grace, that wound on his back won’t ever heal, Alys had said lighting a candle to the Crone.

The Maester said it had, Alicent had pointed out.

The Crone has given me the power to heal and to kill, and she has asked me to help you, the witch had said.

“It wasn’t until today I realized it had truly happened, perhaps most wonder if it was just a figment of her imagination.” The queen said in her defense. “What did you do to Queen Aemma?”

Had she killed Queen Aemma’s babes with her magic?

“Nothing, I had yet to come into my abilities, but little Prince Aegon did live for a few moons before dying in his sleep and I like to believe I was the reason she had those few precious moments with him.” The witch answered and lit a candle to the Mother, the statue had been broken after her death, as if the Gods themselves were mourning her too.

Viserys had ordered the new statue to be made in Aemma’s likeness. Holding Baelon in her arms and surrounded by their dead children as toddlers clutching her skirts, Alyssa ,who was stillborn two moons after the Great Council, and Aegon ,who died in his cradle when Rhaenyra was ten.

Alicent knows when she dies no one will make a statue for her.

She’s damned herself to keep them safe.

They are only safe if Aegon is king and Alicent rules the Court.

Once he is king this stops.

“What would it cost for me to make Aegon king?” the queen asks knowing there is no going back from this.

“Everything.”

“He is your lover.” Jace looks sick to his stomach at the realization.

“Yes, father of my child because Aegon, thank the gods, no longer can sire a child.” Aemma said as they readied their saddles.

Aemond would be staying, they had thought it would be best if he were to delay his visit to Helaena for a while.

Jace had caught them sharing a long kiss goodbye.

Even worse, Aemond had said the three words she had both been dreading and wanting to hear for so long.

I love you; he had said as he kissed her so intensely, she had forgotten she was to leave.

It would have been such a romantic moment that they’d carry in their hearts forever if Jace had not cleared his throat and been blushing like a maid.

“He loathes us, how can you love him?” he asks the question she was always asking herself.

Would his love for her be stronger than his hatred for her family?

Even she doesn’t hate his mother and grandfather as much as he hates her brothers.

And sure, it would have been much easier if the person she fell in love with had not been him, but it had happened.

By the time she had realized she was in love with him it was too late to stop herself from doing so.

“I don’t know, you cannot ask why about love, little brother.” Aemma answered. “There’s a reason Socrates called it a madness.”

#aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #all is bliss fic #all is bliss(in the court of aemma the great) fic #aemond targayen x oc #alys rivers/alicent hightower #aemond x velaryon!oc #ewan mitchell

[francis-writes]

Gorr the God Butcher x Demigod!Reader

I watched Thor: love and thunder yesterday and I am in love so I guess I am gonna post some more stuff about Gorr soon

For the most of your life, you thought that you're a normal mortal. There happened a few little accidents - weird, you could even say magical - but you had no idea why you were feeling different than your peers.

Then one day you discovered that one of your parents aren't your biological mother/father. Finding out that you have other parent was hard enough, but it couldn't compare to the moment when you learned that you're a demigod.

It was a bit annoying and sad that for so many years your godly parent didn't even try to meet you but after all you could accept it. Maybe they were too busy. Or they didn't want to accidently *ujawnic you their true nature. Or… just anything, you could found them billions of excuses. Just to believe that they left you not of their own will.

So, with fear and excitement, you decided to contact them and finally meet your parent. They agreed but your conversation looked nothing like you imagined it. They seemed bored, they weren't even a bit interested in your life (you had the impression that if they could, they would talk only about themselves), even when they listened to your words, they criticised your actions, and complained that you achieved nothing (as if they expected that a duty of every demigod is to become superhero or a genius or whatever). No sympathy. Now you understood why they left you. For them you were less important than a weapon or a golden bracelet.

Nothing strange that you began to hate the gods. You met only your parent but it turned out to be enough to make you treat every divine being as greedy, narcissistic, mean and unworthy.

One day you heard about Gorr and his mission of slaughtering all the gods. Maybe you overreacted a bit, but then you thought he's right and the world will be a better place without gods. So you decided to find him and offer him your help.

Gorr was a bit surprised when he heard your proposition. You explained him your history and he decided to accept your help. He wanted to kill gods but he rather didn't have any plans in matter of their mortal children. Moreover, Gorr understood your anger and desire of revenge.

To this time he was doing great only with his sword but during war allies (especially the ones with demigod powers) are priceless.

(Maybe you didn't have an experience in fight but you will learn during travel. After all, shadow monsters did great job during attacks)

Gorr didn't make secrets out of his life and soon he told you about road that lead him to this place, and about dead of his daughter. You felt sorry for him but he didn't want your compassion, especially that he was on his way to avenge his family and his people.

Sometimes you were worrying about your friend. His condition was worse with every day and you knew that sword is slowly destroying him. Was revenge worth the price? But you stayed silent, fully aware that Gorr didn't care about his health and your words would make any difference.

After some time of working together, you noticed that you like your accomplice more and more. To be honest, you had a crush on him but you didn't want to admit it to yourself. And you definitely would never admit it to him. You were sure that Gorr didn't reciprocate your feelings. The only things that really mattered to him were a family he lost, and his revenge. You? You were only a side-kick. A friend at best.

And yet, while not murdering gods, you spent a lot time talking and laughing. Power of sword made Gorr going more mad with every day but you didn't mind it. You liked his humour and view on the world. And actually Gorr really enjoyed your presence too. Until you appeared in his life, he didn't realize how lonely he felt.

He loved you too but he also didn't want to admit his feelings. Even if there was a chance that you feel the same way about him, there was no possibility of a life together for you. He swore to destroy the gods. There was no time for romance.

Moreover, Gorr was cursed and starting a relationship with you would be sentencing you for later grief.

When he kidnapped the children, you had a moment of hesitation if you're not going too far but you quickly told yourself that no harm will happen to them and they are only a *przynedta. Gorr could hate the gods but he wouldn't hurt innocent kids.

While dying, he was happy that you and his daughter are by his side and you wouldn't be alone when he'd be gone. But in the last moments, Gorr decided to tell you the true and admit he loved you.

When he died, you adopted his daughter. It made him calm to know that he doesn't have to worry about her because she will have a good caretaker.

Of course you took her on missions to help Thor. Well, in the meantime, you learned how to fight too and you created quite good team.

Version 2 because I am delusional and I like happy endings

Let's say that your demigod powers allowed you to heal people and you managed to save Gorr's life and you created happy little family with his daughter :)))) you bought a lil nice house in the cottage and you lived a happy life with no more murders and dangerous missions (well, maybe just a few. In a year).

#thor love and thunder #thor imagines #thor love and thunder imagines #gorr the god butcher #gorr the godkiller #gorr x reader #gorr imagine #gorr the god butcher x reader #marvel imagines

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

ae-cha feels horrible and it took everything in her to not yell the truth when he called her his ‘sweet girl’ but after jinseoul revealed their father threw a vase at him, it was hard for her to view her dad in that golden light she always viewed him in. for a moment she thought her father would have exploded on her yet here you come in the nick of time to save the day like you always have.

ae-cha has always and will always view her father as the apple of her eye but it doesn’t hurt to hear the man she’s idolized her whole life almost hurt her best friend, his own son.

if this continues on, their family won’t…

“jinseoul? hey!”

“shhh” jinseoul scolds as he tip toes around the halls before ae-cha tells him that their parents were down the hall talking to one another.

“why are you back?” she whispers.

“getting some of my stuff”

“are you…are you leaving?”

“honestly, i might. should i?”

“uh, no. mom and dad would never forgive you if you ran away and neither would i. you have a family here jinseoul. just try and work it out—,”

“wow, seoul. this is amazing” says nami who is admiring the interior of the palace for the first time.

“jinseoul, why the hell”

“i couldn’t just leave her out there, ae-cha”

“so you bring her inside?! are you insane?”

“just hurry and help me pack, ae-cha” jinseoul says as the three hurry to his room to pack an overnight bag with with nami on lookout while ae-cha and jinseoul pack.

after ten minutes of packing, the three of them hurriedly and quietly, sneak back to the stables to head back out the same way they came in until nami accidentally knocks over a vase causing it to fall and break.

“sorry” she says and everyone is 100% sure you and jungkook heard it. “hurry and hide!” jinseoul yells as he grabs nami and rushes to a hiding spot while ae-cha pretends to be the one who broke the vase.

How do you do it? How did you do it every time he was away?

adapting to change was something you had to do your entire life. when you were forced to wed the man you fell in love with (eventually), you adapted. two years later you had your first child and instead of rejecting your reality of being a mother at the young age of 22, you adapted. when your children needed you to switch from queen y/n to mother mode, you adapted. rebellion was a hard adaptation for you because instead of you just adjusting to change it was something that you needed to change and instead of screaming at the top of your lungs or closing your ears, you took a page from your mother’s book and listened.

granted, you have seven children in total ranging from the ages of 18-2 years of age so certain matters went unbeknownst to you but you still did your best no matter how rebellious, ridiculous, or exhausting your children were. not to mention you weren’t afraid to scold your children had they done something wrong but never in a harsh manner.

“it’ll be okay. our kids…our kids are growing up, jungkook and that’s what really scares me” you admit as you pull away to wipe jungkook’s sad, hurt eyes. “listen, our kids are learning and sometimes the way we learn is through the mistakes we make in our lives. jinseoul isn’t perfect, baby and we shouldn’t expect him to be perfect. he makes mistakes just like we do and we have to accept that our son has made a huge mistake but that doesn’t change who he is as a person. we as his parents have to make sure our child isn’t subjected himself to a life he isn’t fully prepared for. i’ll go find this nami-girl and get her a physical from our physicians” you say with hopes of cheering jungkook up. you aren’t ready to be a grandparent either but if the child is biologically jinseoul’s then you aren’t afraid to love your grandchild with your whole heart even if jungkook has to warm up to the idea of being a grandparent.

*CRASH*

“what was that?” you ask “i’ll go deal with it. stay right here, okay?” you give jungkook a kiss on his cheek before leaving him in the room to investigate the matter on your own.

“ae-cha? what are you doing?” you ask your 16 year old.

“s-sorry. i bumped into the vase”

“what were you doing?”

“dancing” she says as she continues to pick up the broken pieces of the vase and just as you’re about to leave ae-cha, you notice a paintbrush lying on the floor, jinseoul’s paintbrush.

“were you painting too?”

“huh?”

“i asked if you were painting. this is seoul’s paintbrush isn’t it?”

“o-oh. i guess i dropped that too” ae-cha lies.

“jeon ae-cha, where is your brother?”

“i already told dad that i don’t know”

“so you’re just going to lie to me too even when i KNOW you’re lying”

“i-i’m not—“

“then say, ae-cha. where. is. your. brother. unless you want to be in the library for a week”

“h-he’s…”

“i’m right here, mom!” jinseoul says.

“jinseoul? whe-where were you?”

“i went out for some air but i’m okay now”

What has been taking you so long? Is everything OK? Or did someone intrude in the palace? Jungkook has always been a paranoid man and…. What if someone is inside the palace? And whoever they are, why are they in the golden wing?

Anyone would be stupid to enter the golden wing, and not expect to get punished but Jungkook decides to wait for a few minutes, but when you don’t come back, he decides to check for himself.

And within a few minutes, he’s outside. And there you stand with Ae-Cha and Jinseoul.. Jungkook sighs but relief doesn’t wash over him, and he is disappointed to see his oldest son.

“What happened here yn?”

He asks you, because both of his children have disappointed him, and it’s better for him to talk to you because he’s always calm and collected when he’s interacting with you. You keep him leveled.

Jungkook knows that his children are nervous to see their father here, especially after what went down, “who broke this vase?” He asks, approaching you and his children. 

Especially the oldest duo isn’t dumb or clumsy enough to break it, “I know that you two didn’t.” Jungkook announces, crossing his arms across his chest. None of you respond to him he decides to address jinseoul directly.

“Listen to me very carefully right now. I don’t want you to meet that girl until we have her see a physician…. And even if that child is yours, you will not meet her until you are married.” Jungkook announces, his tone switching to authoritive, and his gaze is firm.

There is no room for an argument especially from jinseoul. “your mother and I will deal with this.. and if anyone in the palace finds out that you got someone pregnant- I don’t want our family to be involved in ridiculous rumors.” Jinseoul has no idea what he has done this just proves that he is not fit to be king, at least right now.

He needs a lot of training and a lot of teachings.

“And I don’t want you going outside.” he doesn’t care if he’s being overbearing right now, but this is the least he is punishing jinseoul with.

OK, maybe he won’t take his title away because you don’t want that and he doesn’t want to disappoint you… but jinseoul really doesn’t have any idea about that girl

Because jungkook himself doesn’t have any idea about her.

“Yn…. Tell them to be good. I have a lot to deal with right now and I want to focus on my work.”

#ask: tc!jungkook #🫧 anon

[valiisthea]

"Me remembering in canon that Dion's biological mother literally sold him to Sylv for Gil. She exchanged a tiny baby, a small precious living breathing child that she created, to his own father, for a few Gil." With our only source up til now being Anabella, who has very skewed view of the world eww, and that Dion didn't look surprised at all by this 'revelation' which tells us he already knew this info, one could also think: mother was a very poor person 'oriflamme gutter' probably a prostitute out of need and when she had the baby and it turned out to be a dominant she had it taken away and her silenced bought with gil, do we know any of this? did she have any other children t take care of? we know sylvester is probs tiamat's father they basically look same and he's a scion of a noble family... wouldnt surprise me if sylvestre slept around until he got a dominant kid nd not just bearers 🤔

Random Anon Asks || Always Accepting

Hey anon! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me! I always love to hear what other people think about the things that I say and talk about on this blog. Sometimes it can really open my mind up to something I hadn't thought about before!

I think you are right. I do think she was a whore. The wiki refers to her as Sylv's "mistress." We really know nothing else beyond that and the things that Anabella said.

So, I think it's really up for interpretation! My only thing I'd like to say, is I'm not sure if they would have known Dion to be a dominant yet. It seems dominants tend to surface at different times - Joshua was very young, Clive was a teen, Barnabas was 18ish I believe? But I don't think we know exactly when Dion came into his dominance. My guess would not be as an infant, because I would assume until you are able to have more conscious thoughts and feelings, there would be no reason to present as a dominant yet.

So in terms of them knowing Dion was a dominant as an infant, I don't really believe so. I don't think Sylv bought him to keep her quiet and snag a dominant. I think she probably wanted to cause issues for HIM and he bought her silence and his child at the same time.

But it's highly open to interpretation since we don't know for a fact what's happened other than Dion was sold for money as a baby.

Thanks for this!

#c; dion #interesting thoughts #do keep sharing

[marsrize]

How to be a successful vigilante and a dad, by Bruce Wayne [Part 1]

Part 2: Here | Part 3: Here.

Chapter 1: Baby? What for?

 Amelie had a problem. She was pregnant. The baby's father? A certain Bruce Wayne. He was a student at her university and very handsome.

The problem?

Amelie was a married woman.

This could be surprising for such a young woman, but it was the case. She had to get married at 18 to save her family, which was riddled with debt. She didn't have much of a choice at the time, since her sister, unlike her, was dating a promising man (in the end, it didn't work out between them and Amelie had this feeling of injustice in her chest).

So, she concocted a plan. She went to talk to her sister Emily and told her the whole truth. Emily was shocked at first, but then Amelie gently reminded her sister of her own situation. Indeed, Emily was just as beautiful as her twin. However, the young woman was sterile and had not spoken about it at all to her fiancé Gabriel Agreste. However, she knew that her fiancé wanted to start a family.

They would both be winners: Amelie would be rid of the baby and Emilie would have a child who would look like her and who genetically could be hers because they were twins.

They went to their first medical appointments together. Unfortunately, they discovered that there was not just one, but two babies.

Amelie took matters into her own hands. First, she gave the doctor a large sum of money to keep him quiet. The man accepted without any problem. Then came a new and surprising dilemma for Amelie.

"Amy, I don't want two children. One is enough for me."

"Emy, what do you want me to do with the other one?"

"I don't know. I don't care."

"And to say that everyone thinks you're a saint... Does Gabriel know you're a naughty girl?"

Emily looked at her coldly.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes."

"I would have been surprised if you had, dear Emy."

Amelie did not take the teasing any further. Contrary to appearances, Emily was a true witch, and she had no desire to get on her twin's bad side.

"We'll figure it out at the time of delivery. We'll just have to arrange for your fiancé Gabriel and my husband not to be present."

"Hmmm."

So, taking advantage of the fact that her husband was still abroad, Amelie hid her pregnancy, while her sister Emily pretended to be pregnant. The two sisters switched places with each other when it was time for ultrasounds or medical appointments. They always went to the same doctor, whom Amelie had graciously paid. The man would give them fake ultrasounds.

They were so good at imitating each other that Gabriel never realized anything.

 I' m starting to understand why Emilie loves him so much. He is such an easy puppet to fool.

 After 8 months of pregnancy, Amelie was ready to give birth. Emily arranged for Audrey Bourgeois to take Gabriel with her on a tour of Paris. The two worked together, Audrey was the one who had "discovered" Gabriel. It wasn't very difficult to convince her, this b*tch had a soft spot for Gabriel (even though she was married too, but Emilie wasn't the type to judge).

Amelie's husband was somewhere in Australia partying with an escort girl that Amelie had paid. The woman's job was to keep him distracted, and so far, she had done a fantastic job. Amelie was going to give her a small bonus.

 Two little boys were born. Only three people had witnessed the birth: Amelie, Emily and the doctor who worked for them.

Amelie was feeling tired. At her side, her sister looked at the newborns attentively. They were strictly identical.

"I'll take this one."

"If it'll make you happy. What's my nephew's name?"

"Hmm. Felix. I'll call him Felix-Athanase Agreste."

"Very well. The remaining one... Let's call him Adrien Athanase."

"Why name it if you're not going to keep it?"

"His father has to call him by something."

"His father?"

"That's right. I'll give him to his biological father. Let him do what he wants with the boy, I'll wash my hands of him.

Emily chuckled. Then she took the child she liked best and left the room without a backward glance. Amelie watched her do it. It was part of their arrangement, for her there was no problem.

Amelie entrusted the child to her secretary, a trustworthy woman. Once she recovered from her delivery, she took the child with her and went to Wayne Manor. However, to her surprise...

"Not there? What do you mean he's not here?"

"You heard me ma'am. Master Bruce is away for a while, so I'm afraid he won't be available while away.

"I see."

Amelie was in front of the gate of Wayne Manor. She had taken care to disguise herself so that she would not be recognized. She didn't have time to waste, so she tried her luck.

"You see this baby."

She lifted the baby so that he could be seen by the surveillance camera at the Manor's entrance.

"His name is Adrien Athanase. He's Bruce's son and from now on, he'll be your problem."

She set the baby down in front of the door and began to walk away without a backward glance.

"Ma'am? Ma'am?!"

 Amelie got into her car and drove away. The baby was now in the hands of Bruce's servant. It didn't matter what he did with the thing, she didn't care.

 3 years later.

 Bruce had just finished his training. He had traveled the world to learn the best fighting techniques and perfect his knowledge. He was ready to become the vigilante Gotham needed.

At least that was his plan. When he finally returned to the Mansion, he didn't expect to find a little blonde boy with green eyes looking at him curiously in his kitchen.

"Alfred? What is this child doing here?"

"Hello to you Master Bruce, this is young Master Adrien. He' s your son sir."

Silence ensued.

" He' s my WHAT?!"

#maribat fic #maribat #maribat bio dad #maribat batfam #maribat bio dad bruce wayne #maribat adrien agreste

[flygefisk]

OOOO OK YOU ASKED FOR PEOPLE TO ASK ABT YOUR DRAGONS IM SO DOWN, so much so im going off anon for this shit /pos gods im obsessed with howl and synder rn, the writing was phenomenal!!! Since on my side fr is doing its maintenance thingy I cannot look at your lair, but id looove to know more about them!!

Like for example, is there any more about Syndor you can lore drop about? Is he a regular ol guy (species wise) or a lil something else?

Oh and Howl!!! Im sorry if its obvious and I just missed it cause its late but what is she?? It sounds like shes some sort of badass zombie but Id love to know

OH AND i am in fact very curious about the most recent anciets you got, they are so so cool!! I adore gentle giant characters, hugging the big ladies finger rn <333 I unfortuantly dont have a lot of ideas for names for either, but the sea monster is giving me K, A, or M vibe names, ones that sound sing songy to speak!

aaaa thank u!! i have. No confidence in my writing tbh so i very much appreciate it <3

syndor, biologically, is a very average dragon. he's just been through some stuff. he is trying very hard to keep his past in the past. after all, his present is so wonderful.

howl's meant to be a little bit unfathomable, so fair! but they're not a zombie- the body they're in is totally alive. mortal, even. it bleeds! it hungers! i guess they were reincarnated, but with more intent.

i had written more about what howl was before their death but didn't like the pacing, so i scrapped it. the tl;dr version is she was a girl (who was actually transmasc/genderqueer in an era where that was not an option), murdered by a suitor. a wild god found the body, found the wild thing that was howl, and gave it a new life. their initial story + the scrapped portion is under the cut if you want the whole thing!

howl and syndor are kinda two sides of the same coin- howl is completely free from its past, living in the present, happy. i'm not sure how much they remember of their last life. syndor, though, is hiding from his past, it sits like a shackle holding him back. he lives in the present, not out of the joy of life, but because he can never go back and feels he doesn't have a future.

they're good for each other like that. syndor helps howl navigate a new world, howl helps syndor find his own way.

tbh i was kinda thinking calypso for her! iiii haven't had a lot of time to think about either of them tbh, its been. a rough week asfsds

once, long ago, there was a girl. this girl was a farmer's daughter, loved by all in the village for her kindness and beauty.

the girl had many suitors. carpenters, merchants, knights, all loved the girl. she never courted any, though. her father hoped she would marry, find some wealthy husband who could support her, and was always quietly disappointed when she turned them away at the door.

the girl knew what she was supposed to do. she often spent time with the other girls in the village, laughing at their talk of boys and secret kisses and nights spent hidden away together. she knew she was meant to marry a man and have his children and clean his home.

to the girl, this sounded like hell on earth.

the girl had something she was hiding- something that lived within her, something wild and angry, that she could not describe. the something rioted against the idea of being a housewife, reviled the thought of motherhood.

its snarls and howls grew louder and louder with every suitor. she was sure that one day, the something would eat her alive.

-

once, long ago, there was a prince. this prince enjoyed traveling his country, meeting folks from all walks of life, giving gifts that, to him, were pocket change, and, to his subjects, were life-changing. it would be easy to assume this habit made the prince a kind man.

the prince met the farmer's daughter, and was struck by her beauty. he took her polite smile and sweet laughter as acceptance of his courtship.

the prince gave the girl and her family lavish gifts- jewelry, silken gowns, bottles of fine wine each costing more than her home. the girl's parents were overjoyed, of course. they would be nobility, if she married the prince, rich beyond their wildest dreams.

the wild something in the girl howled every time she saw the prince. it snarled when he kissed her hand, screeched when he placed another golden chain round her neck.

she imagined its teeth gnawing at her bones, so full of hatred it tore its own skin with sharp fangs and claws. she imagined her own mouth full of fangs like that. she imagined those teeth tearing into the prince's throat. ripping out his honeyed words. clawing out his selfish eyes. staining that fine silk and velvet with dark blood.

how sweet that would be.

-

once, long ago, there was a farmer. he had a daughter, a kind and beautiful girl loved by all who met her. and his daughter had a suitor, a prince who loved the girl.

the farmer loved his daughter, and wanted her to be happy. he felt that she was unhappy sometimes, though she always wore a sweet smile, and he felt it was due to their lifestyle. he was certain if she married the prince, she would be happy. safe from poor harvests and harsh winters. warm, well-fed, and happy.

the prince came calling one day, while the girl was out, so the farmer happily told him where she had gone. the farmer hoped today would be the day the prince proposed.

the girl was picking berries along the creek- she loved walking in the forest, listening to the sounds of the wind and birds and insects rather than the incessant chatter of the village. quiet and peaceful. the wild something was angrier than it had ever been, but it seemed calmer in the forest.

until her quiet afternoon was interrupted. the prince on his white horse, his voice so loud and vain and self-obsessed. the girl's father had been right, the prince had come to ask the girl to marry him. again.

no, she said, for the dozenth time. the wild something growled. he asked again, insistent and irritating. the wild something snarled. again and again he asked, until it was more of a command than a question, and the wild something howled and bit and clawed until it leapt from her throat, her sweet voice full of rage as she rejected him once and for all.

the flash of metal, the tearing of fabric, of skin. the spilling of blood.

she died with his blood under her nails.

-

once, long ago, there was a god. it was a wild, ancient god, one of blood and lust and life. a forest god.

the god scented blood on the air, civilized blood. it cared little for civilized folks, as most gods do. it cared little whether they lived or died. but it was a curious god, so it tracked the scent, bounding on deers' hooves to its source.

the god's paws left no tracks in the bloodsoaked earth around the creature's remains. it touched the weapon buried in the thing's stomach, ran its talons over the strange covering it wore, brushed a bit of hair from its face. the god considered the creature for a moment: its face contorted in rage, its hands and coverings stained dark. there was another scent here, under the obvious blood and rot, one even more familiar to the god.

a wild something, indescribable even to the god of such things, coiled around the body that was once its own. it stared up at the god, its teeth bared. the god raised its head and howled in its many voices, joined soon by the wolves and coyotes and hawks and hares of the forest, in a mournful harmony of all wild things.

the something howled too, until its song became a scream, letting loose all the sorrow and love and rage of a life that would never have been enough.

the forest went silent. the god lowered its head and nuzzled the something, like a doe to her fawn, like a bear to her cub. wild things understand each other. they understand the cycle, that nothing lasts forever and nothing really dies. the god understood the something's desperate plea, no need for words.

another chance.

-

once, not so long ago, there was a man. he walked through an overgrown forest, dirt on his hands and his shovel. he loved walking in the forest, listening to the sounds of nature. it was calming.

he paused near a burbling creek to wash the sweat from his face. he sighed in grim satisfaction- tired, sore, numb. but it was over.

the man realized, after staring into the water for long minutes, that something was different. wrong. the forest was silent here. his eye was drawn to a large stone behind him- half his height or more, veined with black and glittering white patches. on its face, a handprint made of something dark.

a strange impulse took over, something wild within him, and he began to dig.

a scraping sound. crumbling earth. cracking twigs. then, light. sunlight. warm and bright and so welcome after so long in the dirt.

the creature reached out from its grave. its hands- long, clawed, discolored- shook as it pulled itself up. it blinked against the morning light, yawned as though waking from a long nap.

it almost didn't notice the man with the shovel. he stared at it, his expression unreadable. it ignored him, letting the world wash over it: a cool breeze on its face, the sound of the water, of birds and insects, of wind through the leaves, the cloying scent of dark earth giving way to flowers and trees.

finally, the man held out a hand- blistered, covered in soil- and the creature let him pull it from the earth.

the man removed his cloak, wrapping it around the creature's broad shoulders. it rubbed the fabric between its clawed fingers- soft, warm, dark like good soil- and smiled. it should have been frightening, with its sharp teeth, but the man just smiled back.

wild things understand each other.