#......... shes the only extended family member i ever met i think

[thecherrygod]

im thinking about my great aunt, who was basically the only family member from my moms side that we really knew. i remember her being kind but like. i was a little kid, if every time i went to visit you youd give me candy, or a toy, or a candy that came with a toy, id think you were a wonderful person

but im not exactly thinking about that, but what i think was the last time i saw her. like im. unsure if im remembering it right. i dont even remember how old i was, maybe a 5 or 6 year old.

it.. felt like a party of sorts, in her apartment. a lot of people i didnt know so i stuck to my mom. i. dont even remember my brothers or my dad being there i just remember being right next to my mom, and my great aunt was in bed i think, i dont know if she simply couldnt get up or what. but i also remember she gave me a... flower? or something like that. she had sculpted it before giving it to me, and the clay, or whatever the material was, was raw.

and i just. remember walking around the apartment. seeing an amount of people i didnt know, in my memory everyone was having a good time? and everyone was dressed sorta like for a party

..... also i think i managed to spend most of the party with the clay flower as a flower but at some point i sorta started playing with it bc i loved doughs and stuff a lot and i couldnt get myself, and i think i got a bit disappointed i couldnt turn it back into a flower

i cant remember if i managed to ask her to make it into a flower again or not, in fact i cant remember if i saw her again that night before leaving

[woso-story]

Meeting The Team

Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon x Baby

The sun was shining brightly over Barcelona, the crisp October air bringing a light chill as Ingrid and Mapi walked hand in hand into the FC Barcelona Facilities. Nestled against Ingrid's chest in a soft carrier was their two-month-old daughter, Mila, her tiny face peeking out from a pink knitted hat. It was a special day—not just for Mila but for the entire team. Today, Mila was officially meeting her extended Barça family.

As they entered the building, Mila stirred slightly, her tiny hand brushing against Ingrid's arm. Mapi smiled down at her daughter and then at Ingrid.

"Ready?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Ready," Ingrid replied, her voice soft and warm.

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The team was gathered in the lounge, a buzz of excitement filling the air. The only ones who had met Mila so far were Alexia and Fridolina, who had been granted special privileges as godmothers. The rest of the team, however, was eagerly waiting for their turn.

Esmee was the first to notice Ingrid and Mapi walking in. Her eyes widened, and she practically bounced out of her seat.

"Is that her? Is that Mila?" Esmee gasped, rushing over with an energy that made Mapi laugh.

"Careful, Esmee," Mapi teased, holding up a hand. "She's not a football; you can't tackle her."

Esmee slowed down but only slightly. Peering into the carrier, her face melted into a look of pure adoration.

"She's so tiny!" Esmee whispered, as if afraid to wake the baby. Then, with a mischievous grin, she turned to Kika and Aitana, who were now standing close behind her. "Look, our baby sister is here!"

Kika gasped dramatically, covering her mouth with her hands. "Oh my God, she's adorable!" she exclaimed, leaning over to get a better look.

Aitana, ever the calm and composed one, crossed her arms but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "So, it’s official," she said. "We have a little baby sister now."

Once Ingrid carefully handed Mila to Mapi, the baby nestled easily in her mother's arms. Esmee, Kika, and Aitana crowded around, each eager to introduce themselves to the newest member of their "family."

"Hi, Mila," Esmee cooed, waving a finger in front of the baby's face. Mila's big eyes blinked up at her, her expression curious but calm. "I'm your big sister Esmee. I'll teach you all about football, and maybe one day you'll be better than Mami Mapi and Mama Ingrid!"

Mapi snorted. "Better than you for sure, Esmee."

"Hey!" Esmee protested, laughing.

Kika, meanwhile, had reached out a tentative finger, which Mila promptly grabbed. The young Portuguese player’s eyes widened in delight. "She likes me!" Kika declared, turning to Ingrid. "Look, Ingrid, she likes me!"

"Of course she does," Ingrid replied with a smile.

Aitana, ever the practical one, leaned in and gently stroked Mila’s cheek with her knuckle. Mila gurgled, her tiny lips curving into what could almost be a smile.

"She’s so cute it’s unfair," Aitana said softly. Then, with mock seriousness, she added, "But don’t think you’re getting any special treatment just because you’re the baby of the family now."

The group burst out laughing, with Mapi shaking her head. "Aitana, I think she’ll take that as a challenge."

One by one, the team members took turns cooing over Mila, who seemed to enjoy the attention, waving her tiny hands in the air. Frido grinned, whispering, “She’s going to be a heartbreaker, just like her moms.”

The atmosphere was one of warmth and joy. When Alexia walked by, she couldn’t resist whispering to Esmee and Kika, "So, how does it feel to have a baby sister now?"

Esmee grinned. "Perfect. Now she can be part of all of our pranks when she’s old enough."

"Right," Kika added with a laugh. "I’ll teach her to say, ‘Patri did it,’ so Patri gets blamed for everything."

"Not happening," Alexia interjected, her eyebrow raised in mock warning.

The jokes and laughter continued and Mila remained at the center of it all. It was clear that, even at just two months old, she had already claimed her place in the Barça family.

For Ingrid and Mapi, it was a moment of pure joy, surrounded by love and support as they watched their teammates—no, their family—welcome Mila with open arms.

But as the introductions continued, something unexpected happened. Mila's gaze shifted to someone standing a bit farther away from the group. Caroline had been quietly observing the scene from the corner of the room, watching as her teammates fawned over the baby. But when Mila’s bright eyes locked onto hers, the room fell a little quieter.

Mila's expression was one of wonder, her tiny mouth forming a soft ‘o’ as she continued to stare at Caroline. Caroline, ever the introvert, suddenly felt a rush of nervousness. She awkwardly shifted her weight from foot to foot, unsure of what to do. "Uh, she’s looking at me," she mumbled to no one in particular, inching away slightly, but Mila, with determination in her tiny eyes, kept staring.

The others saw what was happening, and their laughter erupted again. "Mila has her eyes on you, Caro," Mapi teased, nudging Ingrid with a playful smirk.

Caroline froze, still trying to escape Mila's gaze. But no matter how she moved, the little one followed her, reaching out her tiny arms in an almost pleading gesture, as if saying, "Pick me up!"

With a sigh, Caroline looked to the others. "I don’t know how to hold babies," she admitted, blushing a bit. "What do I do?"

"Just hold her like this," Irene said, offering a quick demonstration, positioning her arms as if she were holding a football. "But gently, obviously."

Still unsure, Caroline hesitated. But then, as Mila's gaze grew more intense, Caroline finally stepped forward. Her teammates began to cheer her on, encouraging her.

Caroline slowly took Mila into her arms, her face a picture of concentration. The others gasped in unison as she held the baby high, with Mila's little body dangling awkwardly in her grip. Caroline's arms were stiff, and the whole scene reminded everyone of the famous moment in The Lion King when Rafiki holds Simba up to the skies for the first time.

Mapi, Ingrid, and the others burst into laughter. "That’s one way to do it!" Frido teased, wiping away tears from her eyes.

Caroline, now a little red-faced but laughing with the others, adjusted Mila more carefully, gently cradling her against her chest. Mila, completely content now, cooed happily in Caroline’s arms, her little face lighting up.

"There we go," Caroline whispered, her voice softer now. "I think I’ve got this."

Esmee leaned in, beaming at the sight. "She looks so happy," she said, laughing. "Maybe you’re a natural, Caroline."

Mila giggled in response, clearly enjoying her time with her new, slightly awkward but loving auntie.

And just like that, the team had a new addition to their family. Mila may have been Ingrid and Mapi’s daughter, but it was clear she was already becoming a little sister or niece to everyone on the team. And as for Caroline, she had just made a new connection with the baby who had captured her heart, one clumsy, adorable moment at a time.

[princesssmars]

thinking about princess reader and royal knight rhaenyra…

as the young princess of dorne, tourneys were nothing new to you. you’d never really cared for them, finding the blood and violence unnecessary and borderline barbaric. when you could you would beg your mother to come up with an excuse to your father to let you stay at the palace, citing sickness, weariness, anything.

but this time you had no choice. because as your family entered into the royal watching booth, politely greeting the members of your father court, your father stops before extending his hand to your guest - king viserys of westeros himself.

you’d heard many things about him, partially from overhearing your mothers gossip and from the workers talking a little too loudly when you’d sneak in the kitchens. you obviously knew he was a targaryen, his long silver gold hair and peculiar eyes telling anyone with a short distance of his heritage.

but more importantly you’d heard that he was a mostly kind and generous king, with a large portion of his people happy under his reign. there was no better option for your father to invite to his event.

you gracefully presented yourself to him, smiling when he kissed the back of your hand and gave you a polite compliment. he introduced his wife, the beautiful queen aemma, and his vibrant young son baelon who excitedly shook his hand at you and everyone else in the booth.

after the introductions everyone say down to let the people know the tourney could commence, cheers ringing as you settled into place in front of your father and next to rosalei, one of the fellow younger ladies in court who was your closest friend ever since she snuck some sugared treats to your room when the head cook had banned you from them for a week.

the even was like any other : knights got in their horses, they picked up giant sticks, then ran at each other on said horses with said sticks and tried to knock the other man down. yet again the event did nothing to entertain you, focusing on the small conversation you were keeping up with rosalei while paying attention to the ones around you. for now, your father and his guest had discovered their shared love for the histories and had veered to the animosity but occasional generosity between their people.

your father is close to getting on to the topic of a equally beneficial trade deal when whispers from the small folk take over the crowd, some standing up and pointing at a contender who had entered the fighting area. you bend over the edge of the booth to catch a look, ignoring your mother chastising your posture and manners.

it’s a knight everyone’s looking at, that’s true, but a knight unlike you’ve ever seen before. their armor is black and scarily imposing, a beautiful construction of steel with strong pleats and swoops. their horse is somehow darker than the armor, black as knight with a bright sun medallion around its neck. its only then you notice the flag in their hand, along with the dragon emblems on their armor.

"you have a competing knight, your grace?" you ask, turning your head around when you are only met with silence. the visiting kings face is red, smile so forced it looks like he’s going to quickly gain a cramp in his jaw. the queen is resting a hand on his shoulder, subtly trying to comfort him while they exchange hushed whispers.

“said…show strength…not what i meant-“

the queen tries to comfort him more before they look in your direction, along with every one else in your booth. your body goes rigid for a second before you realize they’re looking behind you, turning your body to see what was so intriguing.

the targaryen knight, poised right beneath the opening of the booth, helmeted head and joust sword tipped towards you. and even without being able to see their face you know their eyes are trained on you.

you can also tell that everyone is waiting for you to do something. so with all the farce you can muster you gently pick up your favor, raising it high enough for the people to see, and let it slide down onto the joust.

no further words are shared, the warrior staying in place for a few more seconds before goading their horse back into position. as you watch you plop back into your seat, breathing slightly stuttering at the encounter while your friend pokes and prods for an explanation for whatever that was.

even if you had the time you wouldn’t be able to say much, feeling like a warm thick jelly has suddenly made its home inside your throat. put of the corner of your you can see one of the kings guards looking at you, but before you can turn to look back at him the sudden roars of the crowd snap your attention to the game.

almost like a bolt of lighting does the warrior speed down the jousting lane, sword aimed steady at the burly man who had bested most of the other men in the contest. just when his sword is aimed inches away from the knight, then bend their body dangerously close to falling off of their horse before thrusting at just the right moment to knock the man down, the sound of galloping hooves and crunching metal all you can hear.

the cheers from the commoners is near deafening, but all you can focus on is the knight, who instead of basking in the success and praise is yet again looking in your direction. but looking back at the aghast king viserys, you can’t exactly tell who they are trying to impress.

after congratulating and thanking the people for coming and competing, and giving a personal thanks to the king for making his way down to your kingdom, your father dismisses everyone to enjoy the other tourney activities while the royal families go to prepare for later celebrations. after giving the royal family of westeros a quick goodbye, you grab rosealai’s hand and hurry out of the booth to grab a quick bite from one of the fair booths and to try to talk all you can about what just happened.

but right before you ca leave the booth you’re stopped in your tracks, no one other than the black knight standing in front of you. you blink up at them, waiting for them to speak before their hands raise to take off their helmet to reveal themselves . it’s almost in slow motion that you take in every part of their face - a soft angled jaw, pink lips, a broad nose, short silver hair -

“rhaenyra! finally, please show a bit of grace to our hosts and introduce yourself.�� king viserys comes up beside you, gently scooting beside you to wrap an arm around the armored shoulders of the knight. “the last impression i’ll have my daughter making is that she’s yet another rude and british knight.”

neither of you move however, gazes locked and bodies still. only about a thousand thoughts are running through your head at the current moment.

the knight is a woman. the knight is an attractive woman. the knight is princess rhaenyra. princess rhaenyra who came up to your booth and quietly asked for your favor.

without a word spoken or breaking ye contact, the heavy hand of the princess grabs yours, physically strong but gently soft, bringing it up slowly before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

you’ve always been able to keep your composure in the face of extreme emotions, a necessary trait as a royal who had to make quick and harsh decisions. sadly that all seems to be going out the window as you feel your cheeks warm and your breathing get faster.

“it is an honor to meet you, princess. and even greater an honor to win a competition with your favor. i hope similar opportunities make themselves available in the future.”

her voice is melodic yet curt, no room for doubt or wrongful interpretation. you break her gaze to look down at her lips, looking back up to see her doing the same before a sly smile appears on her face.

clearly the moment goes on a little too long for comfort, the king further ushering his daughter to greet your father and mother after giving the two of you a worried look. when her body passes yours you can feel her hand discreetly brush against your side, shivering slightly at the cold of the steel even through the fabrics of your dress.

your father quickly motions for one of his guard to guide you back to the castle before turning to your guests with a welcoming but greedy smile. you can feel rosalei’s barey contained excitement as you rush out of the entryway, not before looking back one last time and seeing purple eyes already trained on your body.

maybe tourneys weren’t so boring after all.

can you tell i don’t really know shit about tourneys. sorry if some things are inaccurate i’m getting everything through hotd, asoiaf wiki, and tiktok’s 💔

[heich0e]

do reader and sunaosa’s families know about their relationship? i ask bc my cousin came out as poly earlier this year and i had to call my 70 year old father before a birthday party and explain to him what polyamorous meant. fun conversation

mama miya knows, and she's accepting of it. samu didn't really hide it from her, but he did take some time to think about how he wanted to tell her. more than anything, what weighed on his mind was that after he told tsumu—and that happened pretty much immediately—he was effectively asking his brother to keep something from their ma, and that just didn't sit right with him.

but even though he took time to tell her, and was concerned about finding all the right words, it all came out rather plainly in the end. in the middle of an otherwise unremarkable conversation over a meal in the house she raised him in, osamu opened with the whole 'hey ma, just so you know i like girls and also i like boys', rounded it out with 'also i'm dating the slouchy kid you've been seein' me hang around with since i was a teenager', and finally brought it home with 'and i'm still crazy about the girl ya like so much, but just so you know she and rin are datin' each other too.'

it took a bit of processing on mama miya's part, and no one can blame her for that, but at no point was she unkind about it. she asked some questions, found no fault in her son's answers, and ultimately came to the conclusion pretty quickly that even if she doesn't totally understand something that doesn't make it wrong. she didn't love her son all these years just to give up on him for choosing the thing that makes him happy.

(years down the road, the twins joke that she threw a bigger fit about them dyeing their hair in their teens than she did about osamu coming out. she laughs with them.)

suna and his parents aren't very close.

his mom and dad divorced when he was in middle school, but they never really liked each other much to begin with, so it wasn't like it came as a shock. after the split, he went to live with his dad in an apartment a few towns over, while his sister went to live with their mom at their grandparents' house. suna doesn't talk much about this point in his life, and doesn't really remember it in any great detail, but he doesn't feel resentful or particularly weighed down by this part of his past.

rintarou moved into the inarizaki dorms in his mid-teens, got his first apartment after graduating while he did his brief stint as a uni student, and has pretty much been on his own since. as an adult, his relationship with his dad is pretty distant—even as a kid they weren't particularly close, since his father was never really a man of many words to begin with. he doesn't talk to his mom much at all, either—maybe a phone call if something notable comes up in the extended family, a card sent in the mail on a birthday, that kind of stuff. nothing terrible or horrible ever happened with either of them, and he has no hard feelings about it, his family just was never really much of a family to begin with.

the only one he ends up telling about you and samu is his little sister. she's the only member of his family he has much of a relationship with, having stayed in touch with her over the years, and properly reconnecting as they both got older and gained proper independence. she puts most of the pieces together herself over time—she sees pictures of you and samu both on his social media, and the ones up in his nagano apartment, she hears him talking to you on the phone every so often and notices how soft his voice is when he speaks to either of you—and then when she finally asks he doesn't deny it. she's accepting of it right away, and isn't all that fazed by it to be honest. she's known samu for ages, since he and rin have been friends all these years, and he's always treated her like a little sister anyway, so she takes no issue with it being "official" now. she likes you a lot, too (having met you a few times prior to your relationship being revealed, where you were introduced as osamu's girlfriend,) and begs rin to let her spend more time with you once everything is out in the open—and rintarou never says it, but that makes him really happy.

[sstormyskyess]

omg 16 with poly tf141 would be the greatest thing ever reader brings not one, not two, but four huge beefcakes home to their shitty families holiday party that they only throw to show off their fancy house and shitty interior design, I know that probably wasn't the original idea of the prompt but if you're interested I'd love to see you write it thank you!

Family Affairs

author's note: i actually got to pull from personal experience with this one tbh, i’m gonna have to go to a party like this near the end of the year. unfortunately, i don’t have four beefcakes to bring with me 😔 at least i can imagine it though! thank you for the request, hope you enjoy!!

cw: poly tf 141, general fluffy stuff, reader has a big family [just like me, i have 14 members in my extended family just on my dad’s side]

word count: 1800+

TF-141 x GN!Reader

You groan, burying your face in your hands. You were hoping, praying that you weren't going to get that one little text message that always spelled disaster no matter when it came across your phone screen. It had been a good run, too; you hadn’t suffered this fate in a good few years. But, apparently that winning streak was too good to be true.

You look at the notification on your screen again, re-reading it for about the third time. ‘We hope to see you at the party this year! P.S., please bring your boyfriend along this time, your aunt won’t drop it,’ the message from your mom read. Boyfriend. Little did she know, you in fact had four boyfriends, none of which had met your frustratingly nosy family.

Speak of the devil—or, one of them at least—John walks into the common area, a stack of papers in his hand. “Morning, love.” He shoots you a smile before focusing his attention back on the documents he was scanning. “What’s on your mind?” He takes a seat in the chair opposite you, leaning back and crossing his legs, one ankle on the other leg’s knee.

You think for a bit before sighing. “Off-base things. Family stuff.” It’s clear he was unsatisfied with your vague answer when he met your eyes with a raised brow. You huff, knowing you wouldn’t get away with dancing around the issue for even a moment. “My mom wants me to bring a boyfriend back for my aunt’s holiday party.”

John continues to look at you, his air gone from stern to confused within a second. “You do have a boyfriend. Four of them, actually.” He tilts his head as he states the obvious. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “I know that. I just don’t wanna subject any of you to the torture that is being at those pointless parties.”

He just smiles at you again, his eyes returning to whatever was on the papers in his lap. “Maybe we’ll make it better for you. I’m sure the rest of our boys will be glad to accompany you.”

You chew the inside of your cheek, thinking about the prospect. Frankly, it did sound like a good idea on the surface; it would be nice to spend some down time with all the people you love, after all. After another few moments of thought, you nod and stand up from your chair. “You’ve got a point. I’ll go talk to the others, then—see if they’ll be able to come with us.”

John hums in approval, catching your wrist as you walk past toward the door. “Hey. Come here.” You smile, leaning down to kiss him and appreciating the feeling of John’s hand coming up to the nape of your neck, his fingers rubbing a loose circle on your skin. “Things will be fine, darling,” he says after pulling away. “Don’t worry.”

A deep sense of dread starts to build inside of you as your mini convoy starts to approach your aunt’s house, which is technically more like a mansion based on the size of it. It had already set in the moment Simon convinced the others to let him drive. Yes, he got you to your destination way faster than any of the others would, but that was only because he drives like a maniac.

The dread slowly developing wasn’t caused by Simon almost getting everyone into a wreck at least two or three times, though. It was caused by the fact that you could already see your family’s cars lined up along the road and sitting in the driveway, memories of past parties flooding your head.

Kyle beside you must notice the way you’ve started shrinking into yourself and he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to kiss you on the cheek. “I’m excited to meet your family, sweetheart.” An underlying joy is hidden in his voice, which brings a small smile to your face. “You sure?” You chuckle, leaning into him. “They can be a lot.”

“I’ve dealt with worse, no need to worry.” He ensures you, pressing a couple more kisses to your temple and your forehead. Your cheeks warm and you push his face away. “Stop it,” you say playfully.

Johnny helps you out of the car and wraps an arm around your waist when Ghost pulls over to park his car on the side of the street. “Who do you think is gonna be the favorite?” He asks with a grin on his face. You hum, tapping your chin and feigning deep thought. “Probably John. And not you, the responsible John.”

Johnny scoffs, dramatically putting a hand over his heart. “I am responsible! Can’t believe you would say such a thing!” You simply pull him closer and kiss him on the cheek, giggling under your breath. “I’m sorry, baby. Please forgive me—” You’re cut off by him giving you a big kiss on the lips. “Fine, you’re forgiven.” He gives you his bright smile, the one that reaches his eyes and crinkles the corners of them.

Simon walks past and tugs on Johnny’s sleeve, pulling him forward. “Get moving, Johnny.” He grunts, dragging him along and taking you with him in turn.”We’re coming, we’re coming,” Johnny huffs.

You take a deep breath once you reach the front door of your aunt’s house, amping yourself up to face the music head-on. You feel John’s comforting hand between your shoulder blades and you smile, his silent support soothing your nerves and giving you the courage to ring the doorbell, officially sealing your fate. No going back now.

Surprisingly, the night was actually going well. Just like John said, being able to sit in-between two of your ruggedly handsome partners while the other two were pulling your aunt’s attention away from you was massively more comfortable compared to your other experiences in this house.

Johnny and Simon, seated next to you on either side, chatted with a couple members of your extended family while Kyle was off in the kitchen making a plate of hors d'oeuvres for you, and John was busy entertaining your aunt and mother with various war stories from his yesteryears. It seemed like everyone was having a blast, their easy smiles contagious.

You look up when Kyle sits in the armchair next to the loveseat you, Simon and Johnny were posted up on. You grin when he presents you with a small plate full of various meats and cheeses. He kisses your hand as you reach over and take the plate from him, making your face heat up. You shoot him a pointed look, but he flashes his pretty smile in return. You can’t possibly stay mad at that smile—I mean, have you seen it? You just shake your head, unable to mask the flustered look on your face.

Your grandmother looks away from her conversation with Johnny and turns her attention to Kyle. “Oh my! Who’s this lovely young man?” She listens intently as he introduces himself and then starts up her usual questioning whenever one of her grandbabies brought someone to meet the family.

You let out a long sigh, your senses already getting overwhelmed after the past hour or so of entertaining the party with your boys. You start to pick at your hors d'oeuvres, building a little stack of what looked like some sort of salami and a piece of cheese on a cracker, popping it in your mouth. 

Simon’s hand comes into your downturned gaze and rests on your leg, giving it a firm yet gentle squeeze, a silent check-in. You cover his hand with yours, looking up at him and smiling, effectively quelling his concerns. He nods and intertwines his fingers with yours, an affectionate glint in his gaze. You return the look wholeheartedly and let him pull his hand away to rest in his lap.

You glance up when you hear your name being called across the room and see John and your mother looking over at you. She beckons you over and you sigh, standing up and starting to head over to the two of them. You jump when Johnny’s hand pats the back of your thigh a couple times, smirking up at you. You roll your eyes and mutter a quiet ‘stop that,’ trying to hide the fact that your heart skipped a beat at the smug look on his face.

John wraps an arm around your waist once you get close enough, his hand petting up and down your side. “Your mother wants to know how we met,” he explains. Your mother pipes up, “I also want to know why you were hiding these lovely men from the family for so long.” She gives you a look. The look. You groan, running a hand over your face. “Of course, mom.”

“I’ve no idea why you were so worried about tonight, bonnie. It was perfectly fine!” Johnny pulls you down to the couch in the living room of the house you and the others had bought recently, his arms tight around you. He held you in place to pepper kisses all over your face. You try to push his face away so you can actually respond to his comment; the effort was futile, but after a few pushes he pulls away on his own. “It seems like they were on their best behavior since you four showed up with me. You’re all pretty imposing, to be fair,” you say, leaning back against Johnny’s chest.

Simon walks in with a handful of mugs filled with warm spiced apple cider, passing them around the room and then sitting in his armchair, his legs crossed loosely. He notices your eyes on him and raises a brow. “You talking about me?” You laugh and shake your head. “Not just you, silly.”

Kyle catches the tail end of the conversation after coming downstairs in his lounging clothes, sitting next to John on the loveseat opposite the couch Johnny had you buried in. “I’m sure it was mostly you, Simon.” He grins, leaning into John’s side. You roll your eyes. “Well, I’m sure most of my family was intimidated by your dashingly handsome looks, good sir.”

John rests his arm on the back of the couch, his fingers playing with the hair on the back of Kyle’s neck. “That’s a good point, darling,” he smirks, taking note of the bashful look that crosses Kyle’s features. He hides his smile by taking a sip from his mug.

“Hopefully your family feels a bit more comfortable around us next year, yeah?” John takes a sip of cider from his own mug, before setting it down on the coffee table and picking up the remote to put something on the TV, probably some shitty holiday movie. The exact kind that he likes.

You hum and hold your warmed up mug in your lap, happily cuddling up with Johnny. “Yeah, hopefully.” There’s a brief pause before you realize what he just said and the implications of it. “Wait—next year?” And once again, that signature sense of dread hits you and you groan, knowing you wouldn’t be able to convince him otherwise.

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[tired-fandom-ndn]

your post on the extended abernant family and will readings is making me want more on the abernant family as a whole not just adaine, aelwyn, and the parent’s whose names i cant spell if i tried

just adaine and aelwyn having an extended stay in fallinel because word spreads amongst the family that the two nieces/how ever many great grandkids have returned home after so many years

and they just have a small (actually quite large) and impromptu family reunion

where the sisters tell their tales of solace and in return they get a general info dump of their family members they havent seen since they were quite small

and oisin is getting a shovel talk in the corner by their dragon born cousins and after that they start binding over dragon things like their hoards and etc. while the elves catch up

[context]

YES YES YOU GET ME ANON THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING ABOUT

They get a letter from a great great aunt just complaining about how they were in Fallinel and didn't even visit their family except for their useless father??? The fact that they were in PRISON is not relevant, their aunt would've posted bail for them if she'd known! Anyway the whole family is getting together for a reunion and they HAVE to come, obviously, grandma's been asking about them for AGES and don't they want to see everyone and meet their new baby cousins??

Adaine and Aelwyn aren't given the chance to argue, they're just told a time and place (their grandma's castle, the same one she'll eventually leave to Adaine) and invited to bring any friends/partners/children (their family does not understand how old they are). Adaine drags Oisin with and maybe the Bad Kids if she can convince them; maybe even Ivy if she and Aelwyn are a thing. They have to have a powerpoint presentation for everyone going with, covering all the most important people and explaining to Oisin why exactly there's a giant fucking dragon skeleton so that he's not caught off guard or made to feel threatened.

There are. So many fucking elves. And half-elves and silver dragonborns and a scattering of other races from marriages. But just A LOT of elves with very long names who are all speaking different dialects of Elvish and still seem to understand each other somehow?? Adaine and Aelwyn are both MOBBED by family members they haven't seen since they left Fallinel (or even earlier, I could see their parents isolating them from the family) and even by family members they've never met; there's an uncle who left to become a forest hermit and that reunion is the first time anyone's seen or heard from him in 300 years.

They get people picking at their hair and complaining about how much fashion has changed (that cousin still wears their hair in styles that were popular 1,000 years ago), older family bragging about being related to the Elven Oracle, teen cousins wondering why they weren't sent to Kei Lumennura too, their grandma praising them for being so lovely and intelligent and good and how on earth did her useless grandchild (I can't decide if I like Angwyn or Arianwen being the Abernant more) produce such wonderful children, and lots of baby cousins getting shoved into their arms. One of their uncles asks why Adaine didn't just talk directly to their cousin in the Court of Stars about being paid and she's like what fucking cousin?????? They get passed around the reunion for hours and spend what feels like every possible moment of the days (and weeks?) following telling every single family member stories about their adventures and life in Solace; their little cousins play games about their adventures, pretending to defeat the Nightmare King and slay Kalvaxus.

Meanwhile YES, Oisin has absolutely been cornered by a dozen or so silver dragonborns (maybe with a scattering of other colors) to interrogate and threaten him, which would be a lot more effective if they weren't speaking a mix of a Fallinel dialect of draconic that Oisin can only understand every other word of and a variety of dialects of Elvish (which Oisin can barely speak) while Oisin's Solesian dialect of Common is difficult and confusing for the other dragonborns. They eventually figure out a system of communication though and Oisin happily hangs out with them (and away from Adaine's more intimidating family members) until he sees Adaine holding one of her baby cousins, a tiny silver hatchling snoozing in her arms, and he needs to be next to her IMMEDIATELY.

[knightyoomyoui]

TWICE: Anthology of Horror One-Shots | STORY 3: "Sneaky Watcher" ft. MOMO

NOTE: This is my first ever original and own-made horror one-shot for this series featuring two legendary mysterious creatures from the tales of Japan. i just thought that the story possessing a concept / element from Japan fits for Momo since... well she's Japanese. Also, a quick trigger warning: the ending is depressing and tragic. Some of the parts might also bring disturbing imagery to the imaginations from some readers.

During the promotions for their new released extended play album titled “With YOU-th”, there was a changes applied on their current line-up of all the staffs working under TWICE’s management in Division 3. They had to unfortunately lose one beloved worker and a friend in their team when Momo’s manager Haseul had to file a permanent leave to the company. The reason is because the man is already married and he had fully decided to set his priorities now on the family he’s going to build with his wife.

Everybody respected his choice and they give him a beautiful goodbye despite being emotional, including Momo herself who already considered Haseul as one of her closest friends in the management. After they officially declared Haseul’s departure from the team, they have no choice but to do the next phase when a spot goes vacant. They have to look for a new replacement for Haseul. The search spent 5 days until the ones that were assigned to do it finally had somebody to offer. It was kind of an easy grab because they introduced this new person which actually has an experience already of managing idols. Momo then met her new manager named Sachiko Yamamoto, a woman in her 30’s and also was a former employee in JYPE’s headquarters in Japan. Momo was glad that her new manager does have some similarities as her, particularly due to the fact that both of them are pure Japanese who can speak fluent Korean too. That would be comfortable for Momo to communicate with her since they can somehow relate on other things regarding on their nationality and bilingual skills.Because of that, Momo felt so enthusiastic and anticipating to get to know her new manager. However, her first few days with Sachiko told a different narrative from her perspective. Everything she was expecting has rather went down spiral into failure. Her performance as a manager was way apart from her first impression she showed off when she introduced herself to Momo and to other staffs. One primary reason she could think of when she’s observing Sachiko is her demeanor that gives her quite uneasiness whenever she’ll come to approach her. She’ll act very sweet but when she sets herself distance from Sachiko, she usually catches her staring down at her with completely seriousness masked in her face. She smiles a lot but that;s only when it comes for her unlike the rest of the staffs, she just barely talks.

Although the odd speculations she have gotten from Sachiko’s antics, she just gave a guess of it that probably the young Japanese woman is just letting herself get used to her surroundings because its her first time here in South Korea, and it would make sense since the rest of the managers and most of her co-members are Koreans. Yet another one crossed her mind that if that’s the case, why she also acts different towards Mina and Sana who are also Japanese as her? People can be weird in their own ways, Momo concluded. She has so many things to pay more attention first, so she just sweep it off and let her manager do whatever she wants as long as it won’t bother her further.

That is until one day, her hopes went broken when Momo who just finished her beauty care after removing her makeup that she wore from visiting their pop-up museum for With YOU-th. She fixed her bed and set her alarm to 6AM in the morning because they still had somewhere to go for another schedule tomorrow. Momo immediately slept right after her body went contact with the softness and comfy texture of her bed’s cushion. Two hours while she’s deep in her slumber, she stirred in her position and the stretch it required for her body to do made her eyes to barely open, but was enough for her to notice something peculiar coming from her window.

Momo narrowed the slit of her eyes to obtain more focus on her sight to see. There was something disturbing lurking outside her window and it was a round shape until Momo got to visualize it when she opened her eyes and slowly sat up from her bed. Her eyes widened when just as she made a movement, the floating thing disappeared by going sideways that was blocked by the wall for her to follow. That one last glimpse had Momo scream in terror, especially when she speculated that the round thing that was floating in the window can be compared to like a head of a person. Momo pulled her sheet to the level of her chest and she gripped it tight while she sat on her bed, her back leaning on the wall as she breathe rapidly at what the hell did she just observed. That figure was bothering Momo’s mind even during their schedule which caused a bit of a trouble during the progress of their shooting. She was mostly out of her trance, still thinking about what she has caught last night. When she has something going on in her head, her former manager Haseul would be the one to volunteer to have Momo let it all out by listening to whatever story she has in store inside, but sadly her current manager has no qualities of that.

Instead, she wasn’t causing any help at all. She just adds to Momo’s creepy feeling she’s been having after not getting over still from what she seen that night.

While on their break, Momo who is still spacing out after looking at her phone, was confronted by her fellow member Jeongyeon who sat beside her. “You don’t look like you have a grip of yourself at the moment, Momoring.”, she said.  On many occasions, Jeongyeon would be the sole responsible for making fun of her but right now, she is acting as a true friend and a sister to her with her tone being so caring and serious.

“Care to share it with me?” “Are you guys angry at me for making us film many takes because of what i’m doing?” Momo asked with guilt. “I’m sorry if I’m being like this, I-” “We know, that’s why we can’t be mad at you.” Jeongyeon cuts off her words to share her understanding personality. “Everybody has something they had to fight on their own, but there’s nothing wrong with seeking help from others, right?”

“Yeah.” “Then what is it, what is something that is preventing you to act right today?” Jeongyeon patiently asked. Momo went silent for a second and Jeongyeon thought it must be tough for the latter to share. “You can’t force yourself if you can’t Momoring, okay?”

“N-no, I can it’s just that…” Momo lets out a deep breathe. “I don’t know if you would believe me when I say this.”

“Let me hear it first before I judge.” “O-okay…” Momo nodded. “I saw something on my room last night.”

“What is it? Something scary?” “Yeah… there was like… somebody’s watching me from the window, but what’s weird is because it doesn’t have any body, yet the head… is there.”

Jeongyeon furrowed her brows and looked at Momo in disbelief. “Wait are you trying to tell me that there’s probably a stalker in your room that is not headless but rather… only composed of head? Like literally a floating head?” “Exactly.” Momo agreed. “I still don’t know if what I saw was true but… it’s so scary that it ruined my sleep just imagining about it.” Jeongyeon saw how Momo look completely nervous and uncomfortable recalling that scenario, but she lowered her head apologetically. “I’m not actually into ghosts but Momoring… I may not know what exactly you seen out there but maybe it’s because you’re just tired these days. You are considered to be one of our most hardworking people here in our Division, so it’s not gonna be a problem if you… know, try atleast slowing it down and rest when needed?” Momo sighed. “Maybe you’re right. I was in the middle of my sleep when I woke up and saw that, maybe I was just dreaming still when it happened.” Jeongyeon shook her head and wrapped her arm around Momo as she rocked the dancer’s toned body. “You know what, I’ll just take you out for some iced coffee to keep your senses awake. Okay?”

“Sure, why not.” They both grinned at each other after. The chills may have left Momo but her curiosity isn’t done yet. It pushed her to plan something later that night to prove if that thing actually exists like what she encountered days ago. Before she slept, she placed her go-pro camera on her nightstand and sets it on record. While she’s sleeping, the floating head made its appearance once again, floating and swaying back and forth slowly through the window. It tried to open to window using its teeth by biting it and gently opened it as it slides off the pane. Just as when it opened, Momo who is actually pretending to sleep when she heard some strange noises that signifies its presence, Momo immediately sprung up from her bed and tried to charge at the creepy thing but it got away when Momo almost fell to the bottom of the building out to the window as she got pulled by the strength of the creature while she’s pulling it’s long hair to prevent from escaping.

Momo cried in fear as she has proven that it is indeed real. She even touched it by her own hands. Before that, there is one more thing to confirm such existence of this suspiciously dark creature she’s trying to chase for. Grabbing the go-pro camera, she stopped its recording and revisit every timestamps until it led her to this one clip that made her feel intense goosebumps. The creature was indeed a floating head, highly resembling a classic yokai creature based from the tales in her home country Japan, which had Momo in shock as she discovers that this thing called “nukekobi” actually exists in life. But that wasn’t the only part that terrified her a lot, because when she zoomed the paused video to identify its face, Momo almost dropped the camera in pure suspense. The next day, Momo hurriedly arranged a meet up with two of the lead managers in TWICE’s management team, named Sadness and Tendo to report such a frightening evidence. “Look, it’s literally Sachiko and she’s not normal as we all seems to believe about her! Have you guys seen somebody who can detach its head from its body?!” Momo complained while Sadness and Tendo were staring at the paused clip.

“Are you sure you didn’t edit this or something, because seriously what the fuck is this thing?” Tendo said while rubbing his arm, feeling the creeps thats making her hair all stand up. “This is so… I don’t know, my mind can’t process properly what we’re seeing right now, but whether Sachiko who is actually like… what did you say about her again earlier?” “A nukekobi.”

“Yeah that. Whatever she is, we are now certainly sure that she is unsafe and she causes uncomfortable atmosphere for everybody working hard just to assist TWICE in their schedule. This is getting concerning so… what do you say, Tendo? Would you want to do something about this?” “Yeah, definitely. I couldn’t let myself stand across near that woman again after seeing this. I don’t even like her that much, she’s naturally weird, I suppose.” “Okay, I’ll have the rest to investigate the effects of her behavior and once we come up with a decision, we’ll include her for the meeting. Is that good, Momo?” “Yes, thank you so much unnie and oppa.” Momo nodded and bowed gratefully at the two kind leaders.

With the help of Tendo and Sadness’ instant actions regarding of Momo’s complain about Sachiko’s true nature, they have come up with a unanimous decision to kick out Sachiko from the team after the rest also shared their approval and own criticism about the strange woman. After learning about her contract’s unfortunate demise just weeks after getting assigned to JYPE in Korea, Sachiko was upset and disappointed at their decision, and before she left, she expresses those summed up emotions towards one person, and that is the idol she thought she would idolize for her inspiring personality but instead ended up being one of her haters.

Although Momo was regretting it a bit after feeling bad for Sachiko’s removal, she remained focus at the important matter that she’ll be free and safe again from that creature lurking and stalking her as deeper as her sleep she takes every night. It also somehow relief for the managers and the members who learned about the nature of Sachiko, hoping that it would be the last time they’ll get to experience that.

Not long enough, as 3 days later, the police informed Sadness, Tendo, and other TWICE members that they have found Momo’s lifeless body on the backseat of their car that crashed at the side of a road outside Seoul along with her driver who was also pronounced dead in arrival. The two both had their necks broken as their cause of deaths.

It wasn’t because of the impact of the crash though, as they have found out from the investigation that Momo’s neck has huge red marks that presumably came from something very thick and was applied enough force to tighten around Momo’s neck for it to snap in pieces. That resulted for the doctors to finalize that Momo’s cause of death was actually due to strangling, and the only suspect they can have is none other than the driver itself.

They were right, as the whole story they didn’t know behind this gruesome incident was because the driver is actually another Japanese yokai disguised as normal human called “rokurokubi” , a counterpart of Sachiko’s kind. If Sachiko can detach its head completely, the driver whose named is Hiroshi Yamamoto can extend its neck very long to detach itself to its body, and unknown to the police’s reports… it was the strategy he used to kill Momo to avenge his friend Sachiko who committed suicide after having her job in which he was the one who suggested his friend to the agents of Division 3 for the vacant manager spot, got stripped away from her. -----------------------------------END----------------------------------

[urnumber1star]

OC Deep Dive Tag!

So sorry for taking so long to get to this one @mysticstarlightduck but thank you for tagging me anyway haha

I'll do the main trio for BRS! Michael, Ray, and Talia!

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Micheal: It’s a fairly common fear but Micheal has a crippling fear of doctors. He’s disliked them since he was a child but his dad always told him doctors were friends. That mindset changed very quickly after he became a hero.

Talia: Public speaking. She’s the least ‘popular’ member of her family so she’s grown accustomed to not being in the spotlight and when she is she doesn’t know how to act. 

Ray: Deep water. He doesn’t really know why. But if he ever has to be flying above water or visiting a lake he won't go in and it stresses him out. 

Do they have any pet peeves?

Micheal: People that think they’re better than everyone. Especially when they think they’re better just because they have money.

Talia: Sudden loud noises. Especially when she’s trying to paint something. It throws her off and then she has to take a break to figure out what happened.

Ray: Interruptions.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Micheal: His super suit, a police scanner, a little crystal Bianca bought for him (He doesn’t even like crystals but if Bianca gave it to him he’ll keep it till the day he dies)

Talia: An assortment of paper and pencils on the ground, her tablet, unfinished homework

Ray: Byte (His favorite robot), lots of computer monitors, old take out food

What do they notice first in a person?

Micheal: Their intentions. Micheal hasn't been a hero for long but he has long enough to guess if someone has bad intentions or not. 

Talia: Their clothes (She’s a bit of a fashion girly)

Ray: Their eyes. (When people are controlled by No One their eyes turn yellow. He always keeps that in mind.)

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Micheal: 9/10. He grew up in a bad part of the city and gets beat up all the time as a hero. He’s used to it.

Talia: 6/10 Sheltered rich kid but is trying to go out and help Micheal with his hero stuff more. 

Ray: 3/10. He’s a sheltered rich kid who lives in his basement.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Micheal: Fight

Talia: Flight

Ray: Fight

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Micheal: It’s only been him and his dad. His mom left when he was two and he never met the rest of her family.

Talia: Loves her family. It’s her, Ray, and her mom and dad but she’s also close to her extended family.

Ray: He’ll go to family events when he has to. But he likes his grandparents.

Have they broken any bones?

Micheal: Yes. Many times.

Talia: No. (Somehow)

Ray: Yes. 

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Micheal: A pretty friendly kid! He’s a little awkward and looks kind of disheveled but he seems nice!

Talia: Very difficult to describe. She doesn't really give you any room to talk. She just seems to like talking about random things she likes. But she’s not rude per say. I guess she’s nice enough?

Ray: Very quiet. Lets you do most of the talking but he always seems like he’s judging you.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Micheal: Night Owl

Talia: Morning bird

Ray: Night Owl

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Micheal: Hates cherry, loves bubblegum

Talia: Hates peanuts, loves birthday cake

Ray: Hates strawberry, loves cheese

Do they have any hobbies?

Micheal: Other than being the city's only hero he also dabbles in the guitar! His dad got him a beat up one when he was twelve and he loved it.

Talia: She’s my painter girl but she also does some scrapbooking sometimes.

Ray: He cooks. Very well. Talia and his dad can't cook for their lives. So it’s just him and his mom.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Micheal: Very very happy. May or may not cry. 

Talia: Very shocked and needs a second to recover then immediately starts partying.

Ray: He doesn't like surprises much. But if it’s just a few people that mean the most to him he’s just happy to be hanging out with them.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Micheal: No.

Talia: Definitely.

Ray: Once in a while if he feels like it.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Micheal: Messy.

Talia: Neat 

Ray: Neat

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Micheal: Tired, regret

Talia: Energetic, anxiety 

Ray: Tense, Determined

Man I forgot how much I love tag games. I'll tag @kaylinalexanderbooks, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @illarian-rambling, @melpomene-grey +OPEN TAG <3

[practically-an-x-man]

2, 3, 9, 10, 15, 16, 23 for Ophelia, Rae, and Jasper?

Ooooh thank you so much!!

OC Ask Game Time

2) Will they have any children? What are their names?

Ophelia: Probably not. She's never really been interested in becoming a parent.

Rae: Yes! She'll have a daughter named April and a son named August

Jasper: I'm not sure. It's not really on their plan at the moment, but I could see them and Kyle potentially adopting children further down the line.

3) When is your OC’s birthday or what is their zodiac sign if you haven’t picked a date yet? Answer both if you wish.

Ophelia: November 13th

Rae: December 6th

Jasper: October 30th

I don't really do zodiac signs so I wouldn't go looking for any significance there, I really just picked the dates at random save for intentionally making Jasper's the day before Halloween

9) What is your OC’s greatest wish/dream/goals?

Ophelia: She wants to feel like she's accomplished something meaningful in her life, and made her family proud

Rae: She wants to find happiness and safety without having to compromise the things or people she loves

Jasper: They want to help people, above all else.

10) Does your OC have a family tree? Who are their immediate and extended family if you created ones?

Ophelia: She doesn't have an extensive family tree - she's an only child, and isn't in contact with much of her extended family save for her father's mom (her Nonna). Neither side of her family particularly likes the other (her mom's parents always thought she could do better than a struggling scientist and didn't approve of his background, and her dad's parents were neglectful and abusive and he effectively jumped ship from that as soon as he could), so her immediate family really became its own little bubble. She definitely found a family in her father's friends and colleagues, though!

Rae: I haven't drawn it out into a tree, but she does have a very big family. She has two sisters, Jess and Ginny. Jess is married to a man named Harrison and has a son named Andrew, Ginny is currently single and working her way through uni. She's also got a lot of cousins and extended family members back in her hometown of Lochcarron, and sees them every year at a big New Year's Day reunion. Her dad's line of the family goes back in Lochcarron a long way - stemming from twin feral mutants who helped build most of the town with their bare hands when it was first created as a mutant settlement. Her mom's side of the family is originally from Edinburgh, though her grandmother divorced her first husband and fled to Lochcarron where she met Rae's grandfather. Her parents both grew up in town, only a few streets down from each other.

Jasper: I don't have a huge family tree for Jasper either, just a few threads. Their father's name is John Abraham Wilson, and he's one of five children. Jasper's mother Carmine doesn't talk about her family much - Jasper has heard vaguely of an aunt on that side, but they've been estranged since Carmine was in college so Jasper doesn't know much of anything about her. They grew up in close contact with their dad's siblings and all their cousins on that side of the family, but their mom's side of the family is still a big blank patch.

15) Has your OC ever fallen in love before who their intended love interest is, or is the intended love interest their first love?

Ophelia: Oh, she's a hopeless romantic. She's had a lot of past relationships and loved just about all of them, and it's usually ended in some form of tragedy for her. It's led her to worry her relationship with Peter will somehow fall apart like the rest, though she knows that's largely irrational.

Rae: Hm... bit of both? She's dated before, and some of those relationships got pretty serious, but what she has with Warren is on a whole different level. At the risk of sounding cheesy, I think she thought she'd fallen in love before, but it pales in comparison to what she feels for Warren and she didn't realize that until she met him.

Jasper: Kyle is their first love! They'd gone on a few dates here and there before him, but he's their first serious relationship and they fell hard.

16) Does your OC enjoy school or no? Did they get any education?

Ophelia: I'd say she enjoyed learning but didn't enjoy school. For one thing, she was an awkward, tall and curvy Jewish girl, and that definitely led to her being picked on a bit in grade school. And for another, it was hard to find a class that really challenged her, so school as a whole was just boring. As far as education, she has a Bachelor's in Medicine, and both a Master's and PhD in Biomedical Engineering.

Rae: She actually struggled a bit in school. She loved her foreign language classes and could have easily spent all her schooling just doing that, but when it came to other subjects, she just couldn't focus. Sometimes she'd even fall asleep in class, though that was mainly because her insomnia kept her up too late the night before. It was a very mixed bag for her. As far as education, she has a Master's in Foreign Language and has studied a whole host of various world languages.

Jasper: As a whole, they really did enjoy school. They struggled sometimes with particular teachers, classes, or issues with other classmates, but school as a whole was never an issue for them. As far as education, they got a degree in nursing and ended becoming an ER trauma nurse.

23) Is your OC religious and what religion? If it’s a fictional religion for your story please give a summary of the core teachings of their faith?

Ophelia: Yep! She was raised Jewish, and tries to subscribe to as many of those tenets as she can. She struggles with observing the Shabbat (since her life is so bound up with technology and she struggles to step away from her work), and doesn't feel like her tattoo should be considered "self-mutilation", but aside from that she sticks with as many of the traditions and practices as she can. Her faith was actually one of the things that helped her through the rough patches in her life.

Rae: She was raised vaguely Protestant and probably does believe in a generally Christian God, but she's not strongly religious and neither is the rest of her family.

Jasper: Not really religious or spiritual at all, save for keeping up few old Cajun superstitions they were raised into.

[the-acid-pear]

thinking about the Kennedy Parents. because Boy do i have headcanons.

so we've got Marshall Neil and Diane Reynolds Kennedy. lovely people.

some fun facts about these lil dudes:

- Marshall is Irish, technically! he's the son of some descendants of Irish immigrants :]

- he also fought in World War 2! only for a short time, though...considering he kinda got shot in the leg and had to have it amputated.

- Diane grew up in a sort of middle-class household. not...the Greatest people, i'll say that.

- neither of their families were the best. but in comparison to Diane's (emotionally and verbally abusive, as well as very misogynistic and sexist. because Housewives. basically they believed heavily in gender roles), Marshall's were Saints (they were very much "suck it up and deal with it" people)

- they both technically lived in/around the same town, but technically really met in Vegas. Diane was going there to get away from her family for a little while, and Marshall was there on a trip with his brothers (to uh. Distract Him From Some Things. such as his recently amputated leg).

- Diane's family never even Remotely approved of the relationship. things are still tense with them to this day.

- you thought either of these two were neurotypical? oh, absolutely not, where do you think Jack and his siblings got the autism from?

- Marshall swears frequently around the kids. which wasn't too much of a problem...until Jack started repeating them back.

- Marshall, having grown up on a farm but not living in a place where he Could farm, would usually garden. he's where Jack’s interest in plants and their biology comes from :]

- visits with Diane's family are always a nightmare, considering that they try to push their views onto her kids. Which She Doesn't Appreciate, By The Way.

- Marshall's family is better, but...they're all still loud and boisterous. doesn't help with sensory issues, but at least they aren't assholes to the children!

- the only extended family member that the Kennedy Siblings had contact with after their parents died was Aunt Jan, Marshall's younger sister and the Official Wine Aunt. absolute sweetheart <3

- both Diane and Marshall were accepting of Jack when he came out as trans <3

- i feel like if Marshall and Henry ever met, it would be...interesting. Henry would probably sit there for ten minutes and then suddenly go "Ah...I see where Jack gets his...personality from 😊" (< barely restrained annoyance) and Marshall just kinda has to deal with the sudden whiplash as he tries to figure out if that was just an observation or an insult (it is an insult).

- these two would have loved Caroline </3

- considering that i Have said before that Healthy Davesport could have happened earlier in the timeline if things hadn't gone to shit, i feel like they would've found Dave...Interesting. but hey, if This is the guy Jack’s into, who are they to get in the way of that? just as long as he doesn't hurt their little Jackie, they don’t mind it.

- they Do agree with Peter, though, that Jack has the weirdest(/worst) taste in men-

anyway! love these little guys <3

- dogboyjackkennedy

I'm gonna scream I fucking love this sm. These are so good I love these people so much and I'm simultaneously ripping my hair off over their passing. They sound like so absolutely lovely REUUAHUAAHH OT2

[soleminisanction]

Hi :D i loved your sticks and stones work! Amazing! Anyways id been going back through the robin 1993 and other era-related comics and realized what was bugging me about some fanon characterization of steph being the 'popular social one'. They get her's and tim's social life completely swapped. Steph isn't a team player and the one willing to work with everyone. Could just be because Steph's a supporting member but I realized she focused mostly on crime fighting and was much more of a loner. She didn't do team ups pretty much till she was Batgirl. Tim, however, had an active civilian social life and constantly teamed with other vigilantes. Idk if thats just my interpretation though. Anyways :)))

God yes! You are so right! That has frustrated me for years, especially in the recent canon when they've been having every teenager with a cape suddenly go "OMG haiiiii Stephanie :) :)" for no fucking reason when it makes ZERO sense! She's a weird loner who does not know any of these people!!

And that's doubly true when it comes to her civilian friends. Steph's civilian life as a whole is weirdly under-developed given how much attention she's gotten over the years, especially since she, y'know, had her own series. Yet they still couldn't be bothered to give her much of anything to work with. It's so frustrating.

Seriously, here is, I'm pretty sure, a full list of the friends Steph was shown having pre-Flashpoint who aren't members of the Bat-clan:

These two Black girls from Robin #61 who only exist so Stephanie can yell at them about how stupid their friend is for keeping her baby and how stupid they are for thinking it's cute of her to do that, and then later she talks about how dumb and immature they are compared to her, and they're never seen again.

Her baby-daddy Dean, who's only shown once outside of Robin during the Cataclysm event, and then only shows up again 2 years after her pregnancy has been resolved so Stephanie can beat him up for no reason. (Seriously, this is the only page he's on before she kicks him in the nuts and knocks him around, he doesn't say or do anything else to her, she just wails on him for no reason)

Two randos from the Robin/Spoiler Special who exist to make a plot happen by inviting her to a warehouse party that she drags Tim to and are never seen again. Their existence also makes no sense in Steph's personal timeline because she's been "dead" for a year and will be in college in like two months so why the hell would she enroll in high school again??

Effa, the little African girl also from the Robin/Spoiler Special, who only exists to make Stephanie look good by sucking up to her.

Jordanna Spence and Francisco Garcia from her Batgirl run, supposedly. In practice they're actually just two people that Stephanie doesn't like and whom she calls "friends" in quotation marks and has no idea why she keeps hanging around them, and yet she keeps bothering them because the plot said she's gotta.

Supergirl, as forced and one-sided as that relationship was.

Wendy Harris, even though "Proxy" only really lasted for a grand total of 5 issues.

A nameless rando she's shown playing ping-pong with, once.

...and that's it! That's all the friends Stephanie has ever had who weren't members of the same extended anti-crime family, and two of them are people she only met because of those connections.

Compare that to Tim, who has dozens of civilian friends and at least twice as many caped ones, and yeah, it's absolutely ridiculous that people pretend Stephanie is the """social""" one.

But y'know, she's the perky-happy blonde girl, so people just assume she must be popular. Because she's written almost entirely in stereotypes and cliches since 2008.

[lorbanery]

"I don't actually care if you don't read the comics, but ... "

NOPE

"You should at least read some of the comics to get a better understanding of the character :) "

WRONG

How exactly is reading a comic book with its own canon going to tell me more about a character from a movie/cartoon/show/book/webcomic/whatever that has its own canon separate from the comics???????

Like, how is knowing more about the social butterfly, the axel that all the spokes in the superhero wheel are connected to; the man loved by most and respected by almost all, including supervillains; who's a friend, mentor, and/or colleague to every superhero in the biz; founder of the Titans; former member of the Justice League; big brother to four other Robins, two other Batgirls, and I don't even know how many other Bat-themed extended family; second father to Damian; generally well-adjusted, given the givens; still in touch with his extended family even when he's feuding with Bruce that is comics!Dick

Supposed to give me a better understanding of DCAU!Dick, who's never been a member of any team outside of the Bat-family; never canonically even met any other non-Bat superheroes; is barely even shown having any relationships with people outside of the Bat-fam, and one of those only partially counts because one of them is Babs before she was Batgirl and also before he knew she was Batgirl; saw the woman he loved (Babs) go on to date and marry HIS OWN LEGAL GUARDIAN/FATHER FIGURE; had a single younger sibling who he saw get tortured out of the role; and had such a nasty falling out with Bruce in the long-term aftermath that, as far as we know, he never spoke to a single member of the Bat-fam again?

How is knowing more about a Dick Grayson who's always been one of, if not the, most experienced and competent people in the room whether that room is filled with Justice Leaguers, Titans, supervillains, spies, or any other people highly skilled in crime-related pastimes; who has a well-earned confidence; who has been able to shape his own superhero career even when he was Robin; who is fueled by his fierce love for and desire to protect his friends, in addition to his firm sense of justice and fairness

Supposed to give me a better understanding of Young Justice!Dick, who has rarely ever had real control over his superhero career; who, rather than founding a superhero team with his friends, was PLACED on a team with other kids he mostly didn't know, by the League; who was given orders by the League; who realized he was not the most competent person in the room early on and voted someone else into that leadership role; who only took on the leadership role later when he was much older out of necessity for a long-term secret op; whose entire superhero career has been defined less by achieving successes with his friends, and more by on-going, stacking trauma and only occasionally getting a small win in between much larger, more significant losses; whose sense of justice and fairness is, I would argue, tempered significantly by a fear of fucking up, of hurting people, of losing people?

How is knowing more about a Dick Grayson who was an only child who lost his parents to a racketeering mob boss; who was Bruce's legal ward and grew up with Bruce as both a mentor and father figure; who relied on Bruce to not only teach him how to be a superhero, but to raise him and take care of him, to fill the role of the parents he lost; who was told by Bruce that killing the man who killed his parents would be wrong and took that to heart so strongly that when he thought Bruce might be planning to kill Zucco later, he raced off to stop him; who dated the police commissioner's daughter only to find out later that she's Batgirl

Going to give me any insight into Schumacher-verse!Dick who lost both his parents and an older brother because Two-Face decided to hold up the circus; who was at least old enough to be thinking about applying to colleges when Bruce took him in, creating a dynamic where Bruce was perhaps thinking he was stepping into Dick's father's place, but was actually stepping more into his older brother's place; who was perfectly capable of taking care of himself without Bruce and without his family; who inserted himself at Bruce's side as Robin rather than being recruited or offered the place; who was talked down by Bruce into not killing Two-Face, but then watched Bruce take an action that he had to have known would result in Two-Face's death and watched Two-Face die the same way his family had; who dated Alfred's niece and watched her become Batgirl, helped her even?

"IT ISN'T CANONNNNFDKLASFDAJGLBBJGNGG;OGOAGHUEGKH"

YOU'RE WRONG, IT DOESN'T MATTER, AND YOU'RE LITERALLY THE ONLY ONES WHO CARE.

Bruce Wayne being able to talk openly and honestly and vulnerably about his feelings at the drop of a hat is Wayne Family Adventures canon.

Jason and Babs talking candidly about Joker-based PTSD and exchanging tips, tricks, and techniques to deal with it and discuss it with a therapist is Gotham Knights (the game) canon.

Young Justice being founded by Dick, Wally, Kaldur, M'Gann, and Kon is Young Justice canon.

The Titans being founded by Dick, Raven, Cyborg, Starfire, and Beast Boy is Teen Titans/TTG canon.

Dick being old enough to go to college when Bruce takes him in and the Batman and Robin suits having nipples meticulously molded into them is Schumacher-verse canon.

The Joker killing the Waynes and Catwoman having a supernaturally prolonged life because of the sheer power of her Single Cat Lady energy is Burton-verse canon.

Just because something that is not a main-universe, main-timeline published comic book does not comply with the main-universe and/or main-timeline comics does not mean that it's "not canon." It just means that it's not comics canon. Those are two different things! Just like a webcomic and a cartoon and a movie and a live action series and a video game and a comic book are different things!

The comics aren't the only canon and most of the time? They're only barely relevant because, whether you like the adaptation or not, the characters are only based on their comic book equivalents and sometimes bare only a passing resemblance to them.

And frankly every DC comics fan should understand and be fine with this because every single adaptation is an alternate dimension Earth according to comics canon.

No one NEEDS to read the comics to "better understand" the characters in their preferred adaptation.

No one SHOULD read the comics to have a "more well-rounded grasp" of the characters in their preferred adaptation.

I, personally, love (some of) the comics.

But, and I say this so so sincerely, fuck the comics!

Telling a WFA fan that they "should" or "need to" read the comics to better understand the characters is like telling someone they should watch Dr. Who to get a better understanding of Bill & Ted just because Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure was partially formed around Dr. Who's idea of a time traveling telephone booth.

Is that too dated of a reference? How about this:

It's like telling a Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom fan that they need to play the other Zelda games to akshully understand BotW/TotK. Like even though every new game establishes that it's a new version of the story that has little to nothing to do with the previous ones. Even though Nintendo has officially stated that each game is a different incarnation of Link, Zelda, and Ganon, and sometimes they even exist in a completely different timeline. Will playing through Ocarina of Time greatly impact your ability to understand the plot of TotK? No. Will playing through Skyward Sword reveal some fundamental truth about Link, Zelda, and Ganon that was severely affecting your ability to play through BotW? No.

But it's IMPORTANT!!1!!!1!!!!!1!!!!!

For REASONS*!!!!!!!!11!!!~!!!!!11!!!

*I, the Most Correct Legend of Zelda fan, personally like those games the best and think you're liking LoZ WRONG by liking something else and the version I made up of you in my head doesn't even KNOW about the other games or doesn't CARE about them or maybe even HATES them just because they're OLD and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S A HIGH PROBABILITY YOU'VE ACTUALLY PLAYED OTHER ZELDA GAMES BEFORE BECAUSE NEW ADAPTATIONS OF ESTABLISHED FRANCHISES MOSTLY ATTRACT EXISTING FANS FJDKL;AGJK;HFEUAGHLHGJK

Anyway.

To anyone out there who is a fan of only the adaptations, or even just mostly adaptations, I, an official

Comics Enjoyer

Fandom Old

Person who got into the comics BECAUSE I was first introduced to the characters through MULTIPLE DIFFERENT ADAPTATIONS

Person who understands that every reason to not get drawn down the Adaptation-to-Comics pipeline is a valid reason whether it stems from lack of access, interest, or knowledge

I hereby give you permission to NOT read the comics

Whether you can't, or you can't right now, or you just don't fuckin' want to

Don't!

You don't have to! Enjoy whatever adaptation's been pumping away at your serotonin

And let the people who read the comics care about what's going on in them.

[aib-detectives]

Fragments Pt. 2

We now return you to your regularly scheduled-ish postings. Tyrus has a lot to sort through.

Arcane Invesitations is written by @girlsbyte and @gigabytecat.

Any resemblance to other works of fiction, people living and/or dead, places etc is purely coincidental. Story starts after the jump

He had several books in his bag right now, and a good deal of packets of information from the librarian to take home and keep. He’d be dropping by his ranch, where he worked on his more volatile school work, to keep the books and pamphlets there, where his family almost never went.

Frowning, Catherine motioned for Tyrus to take a seat in the chair. She stood up to close the door behind him. “Well, from what I’ve heard, the Cahokia’s librarians aren’t wrong.” She said as she returned to her seat, and met his eyes again, worried.

“Are you okay, though? That’s a lot,” Catherine asked him. Adoption wasn’t uncommon in the Unseen. It was rare that kids were ever homeless, or without a family. If extended family didn’t take a child in, a friend of the parents often would, and if that didn’t happen, werewolf packs adored children and big families, and would happily take in complete strangers, regardless of age.

“I’ve never heard of them being wrong once.” Tyrus agreed and tugged on his braid again. “I’ll probably head to my ranch for a bit after this case to decompress some, but I can make it through the case… and I’m not okay, but I think I will be. It’s not like I didn’t know I was adopted of a sort, though. I just knew I was some sort of brown, and it’s not like I’d ever get to learn the specifics.”

Catherine grimaced, knowing that the Unseen wouldn’t let a child go to the vampire courts willingly, especially not to the couple that led one of the most influential courts in the New World. Tyrus sighed.

“I’m not going to look into it. If I look into things, it’s been made clear that my birth parents would pay the price.” The vampire courts were like that, and it was an open secret. But the council had needed to give the vampires concessions, in order to convince them to keep the secret as well. One of them was autonomy from many of the laws the Council was supposed to enforce. 

The Sun Court was not known for being subtle or kind about its desires. Keeping the parents alive to hold them against Tyrus’ behavior wasn’t unexpected, though she wondered if they had been left alone when he had run far from his family.

“That’s disturbing and concerning.” She commented. “If you need to take time, I understand. I’m sure we’ll be able to function well enough. James should be back to 100% soon enough.” The team was still incredibly short handed, but Tyrus was there as a contractor. A member of the team would have to sign off on his work, anyway.

“After this case.” He said firmly. “I can hold it together that long. Besides, you’ll need some sort of bait, won’t you? Why not the man who matches the victim profile so closely? I’m an alcoholic and I know it, after all.” He was the best choice of the team members, and they both knew it. "I’m a functional alcoholic and can fake being a good deal drunker than I usually am. Dump some beer down my front as well, and even if I’ve only had a few sips, I’ll reek of more." He suggested. The team also didn’t have any other male team members that could dodge anything right now.

“I want you to tell me the moment you can’t, because we don’t need that.” Catherine said. It would add fuel to whatever fire had been lit under Klein to assemble this fucked up team. Government politics at its finest, as usual.

“And yes, we need bait, but I never would have suggested you.” She then lied. Tyrus fit the profile perfectly, and no one else on the team did at all. Bringing in a straight up civilian would have been a terrible idea. Tyrus came with the complication of the Sun Court breathing down their necks if anything went wrong, but that wasn’t something Catherine hadn’t faced before. “Also, isn’t that suicidal? I’ve known you to lack impulse control, but this is a bit much.”

At that, Tyrus grinned widely, clearly pleased with himself. "I’ve thought about that. There’s this spell used to keep anyone from touching you." His parents had used it on him as a child when he misbehaved in their eyes. "I thought I could have, say, a one foot distance on it, to account for feather length. It’s a pretty rare spell, and it takes a chunk of power for it, but I’ve got the power easily."

He didn’t address the suicidal comment.

"I’ll be about as safe as I can be as bait." He declared.

Catherine sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. This was looking like Huntsville all over again. “Of course you know a spell.” She grumbled, half under her breath. "Just don’t go off on your own half-baked again, please?" Huntsville had been a bit of a disaster for everyone involved. Necromancers with child victims always were.

"I know a lot of spells. All that education has to be good for something, after all." Tyrus was more than a little over-educated, and had been the youngest qualifier for the title of Mage in recorded history. He would absolutely preen like a peacock if that was brought up, too. He had busted his ass to get the qualifications. "Besides, if I don’t know a spell, creating one isn’t overly difficult, though, given the stakes, I would prefer to avoid it here."

Catherine frowned darkly. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to those stakes,” she said bluntly. High stakes cases were not something either of them wanted to be as intimately familiar with as they were. But this had been one since the beginning, given they had lost an entire team to the creature, even as short staffed as they were now. “Because creating magic out of whole cloth is dangerous business.”

No one needed to risk themselves like that. They often never came back.

[kath-artic]

tyler stuff

idk. being the baby of the family made me become obsessed with the idea that when I got older i'd finally have the language to express everything I was feeling, to really truly connect with the people around me. I understood all of the conversations happening around me, I just wasn't old enough to have the lived experience to contribute anything meaningful. one day I would. one day I would have the perfect words. the thing I failed to account for was that time was moving for everyone else too. at that age, you don't fully appreciate the looming threat of death. you know what it is, but you don't really get that it's not just there for the old and the famous. maybe that's just me--my mom had kept me pretty sheltered growing up with regard to stuff like that. she was so afraid of me being taken away after the incident at the hospital. I didn't even know I was born with thc in my system until a few years ago and even then I had to wring the information out of extended family members and eavesdrop on conversations. I don't even think my mom knows that I know. stuff like that is why our relationship was always so strained--i felt like I wasn't allowed to go to anyone for help and I didn't understand why. That's beside the point though, the point is that I was 12 meeting someone who would quickly become my world. I admired him in every way and I couldn't wait until I was old enough to express that to him. until I was old enough to have those perfect words. I was 15 when my brother came running down the stairs, phone in hand, and just said that Tyler was gone. he'd overdosed on heroin and there was no brain activity. all at once I was confronted with the fact that i'd never be able to tell him those perfect words and that those words were right in front of me the whole time. I love you. his parents were deadbeats who never gave a fuck about him, but he was my brother. he was my brother and I never told him that. it was only a few months later that I got into my first relationship. I was spilling over the sides with "I love you"s for a man who did nothing but assault and belittle me because there was nowhere else for them to go. then my last real relationship--he was so afraid of loving me. so afraid of the expectation, that I might come to want him forever and that he wouldn't be able to live up to that. he was afraid that I'd want more of him than he could give, afraid of hurting me, afraid afraid afraid. he was the first person I ever had consensual sex with and I remember he almost didn't go through with it because he was afraid i'd feel used if we broke up in the future. we never made any future plans because he was afraid of committing to being together for any longer than the present moment. when we said I love you for the first time he told me he didn't think we should ever say it again because he was afraid that it would become an expectation and that i'd feel unloved if he ever forgot to say it. he was wonderful to me in so many ways, but I can't keep pretending that this didn't hurt me. when we broke up I remember pausing from crying to laugh and say "well you cant stop me from saying I love you now." I said it until it lost meaning, until my phone was nearly dead and he told me I should go inside and be near my friends.

i think i've always really liked the way David Lynch portrays evil as an extant thing partially because its how I feel about love. the love I felt for Tyler and for my exes still sits on the edge of my bed every night. the love I feel for the people I haven't even met yet is there too. the momentary love I feel in interactions with strangers is there too. it all wads up into this big ball of energy that I drag around everywhere I go like some kind of sisyphean boulder. I cant wait to see the next face it'll put on, but until then i'll continue sitting in bed whispering my "I love you"s to no one in particular

[skullamity]

I am not generally bothered by being accidentally misgendered because it generally does not happen to me. I have been misgendered by a stranger a total number of ZERO times in the past near decade, and it is very easy to see why that is--T turned me into a slightly more Zangeif-lookin version of my paternal grandfather. I have a full beard, an undercut and more chest and back hair than my actual dad. Strangers do not look at me and say "what can I do for you, ma'am?"

But it has been 9 years since I came out to my parents, NINE! ENTIRE! YEARS! and my mother STILL managed to misgender me like 6 fucking times in the span of a two minute conversation between her, myself and my dad when I met them at their car for my kid's birthday on Sunday and it is starting to make me legitimately angry.

Every other family member I have, every single one including my dad, my grandmother, all of my aunts and uncles, my siblings, my in-laws, my nieces and nephews--none of them fuck it up, ever. And if they do they have the courtesy to not do it to my face.

But mom? Tell me you haven't made the slightest effort to think of me in your head with the correct pronounces even once for the past nine years without actually telling me. I bet it'll sound a lot like, said to my dad: "oh, these are for (starts saying my dead name, barely catches herself)--I mean, for August. She asked me for tomatoes last year but Nellie ate most of them while they were still green right off the plant, so I told her that she--oh uh that he--could have some of the tomatoes from our garden for her and (my kid) and I was just about to check if her car door was unlocked so I could just put them in there for her. Him. Oopsie. Haha." Like props to my dad for also side-eyeing her because it was astonishing how many times she managed to fuck it up in only a few short sentences. Kinda wish he'd actually said something though.

I have generally been pretty lax about these fuckups over the years, for a few reasons. The biggest one was that in the beginning, it actually seemed like she was trying. I remember confronting her about it a couple of times early on and her explanation was that she had 29 years of calling me something else working against her, since she has obviously been there since the day I was born. When these older confrontations happened, she also wasn't the only family member having trouble with it, so it felt less like a deliberate, targeted refusal to get with the program and more like something I needed to be patient with because it was an adjustment that I was asking a lot of people to make for what probably felt like completely out of nowhere.

But all those other people? It took them a couple of months at most to stop fucking up (it took my dad longer because he was upset enough to stop talking to me for a few months up until he outed me to my youngest sisters and they gently tore him a new one, and then he didn't talk to me for another few months after that because he was embarrassed by how he reacted). Even the ones I don't see as often have never misgendered me to my face, even when I was early on T and only passed sometimes.

I see my mom nearly every week, because she does Saturday grandma-granddaughter hikes and bike rides and whatever with my kid. She doesn't fuck up every time we talk because if it's just her talking to me, she has zero reason to be referring to me in the third person. But if there is a third person? We're having a big family dinner? BBQ for one of the grandkids summer birthdays? It's just fucking constant and relentless, and she no longer sounds sincere IF she bothers to say sorry or oops when she course corrects, IF she course corrects at all.

My mom was the first extended family member I came out to, and her reaction wasn't the best. It actually kind of sucked, because even though I wrote her a literal essay that preemptively addressed every concern or assumption that she then went on to make in her response to me--you will get a divorce! (I didn't), you're putting a lot on your kid she will never adjust (my kid knew before she did and started calling me dad IMMEDIATELY and I have actually seen her admonish my mom for fucking up my pronouns or accidentally referring to me as my kid's mother), this is an unacceptable burden to put on your husband (mom I literally told you in my initial email that we were fine, because one of the things that got us interested in each other early on was the shared experience of being bisexual, a thing neither of us has ever felt the need to divulge to you because it was both personal and none of your business!). Her and my dad also outed me to my 4 siblings, who I was waiting on talking to because I thought their reactions would actually be worse, when they were, in fact, great about it. I have, on occasion, regretted not talking to them first.

I think that if I ever have the energy to re-litigate this shit with my mom, my first step is going to be taking the 4 of my siblings aside and being like, hey, it's been nine years and you've all been great. Mom has not, and if you catch her misgendering me and deadnaming me when I am not around to hear it, can you give her shit on my behalf? She needs to know she's embarrassing herself and me telling her that has made no difference. It needs to be all of us, or she will literally never stop.

I am nearly 40, I do not have the time to address this with her yet again, but I also do not have the patience to continue to be the bigger person every time I pointedly don't get up in her face about it. This sucks from basically all angles!

[ramonag-if]

this is seriously my favourite game rn BECAUSE of how you delivered the angst with mc's entire family. i was playing it and i was like omg... for me 🫶🏾

personally i HATE salyra as i have mommy issues™️ and her betrayal hits hard, and ahlf breaks my heart whenever i think about how he thought of mc as salyras child and not quite his. mc has a wonderful extended family and my mc is so glad to have met them, but ever since they found out about them has been suspicious of salyra. they always thought the chances of her surviving were low, but for some reason started feeling like perhaps their mother dearest was alive and well and doing what she does best: fighting crime even if it meant abandoning her own family (or in the mcs case it seems, use her family to further her goals). still, they never would have thought she wouldve gone off and had another family. in the middle of a war. after she abandoned mc and her other family members.

and my mc is a irus-mancer so the only person they feel like they can trust (at the current point in the game, where they arent with their family) is him, which is ironic to them because the only reason theyre alive is because their father wanted them to help irus. it seems like everyone in mcs life wants to exploit them somehow. anyway if it isnt obvious my mc is VERY angsty. its the childhood trauma and not being in a loving home 🤌🏾 perfect

anyway this got EXTREMELY LONG IM SO SORRY I JUST REALLY love your game, im sure i didnt get the characters motivations right but i am only a reader and this is just my interpretation... i love your game i appreciate your work youre doing so well 💖

Thank you so much! I'm so honoured that you enjoyed the game and the angst 💖🌼

Ah yes, Salyra has brought out a lot of feelings from players and I'm happy to see that you've felt so strongly about Salyra's reappearance 👀

One of themes of the game, while not outwardly stated is fate and whether everything that has happened to the MC is because of their choices or fate. Who knows, maybe the MC and Irus had to meet 😆

You're free to interpret the characters how you want 💖 This is an IF and while I do have a specific plot in mind, I do know that characters can be viewed quite differently by players so feel free to think what you want about their actions.