#Family dynamic

[novy2sirius]

family dynamics 🏘️🚙

the 4th house can tell about the type of family dynamic u grew up around since it rules family and also is associated with our inner child ♡⃝

depending on whether ur parents were at a lower or higher vibration in life when raising u, u may not relate to some of these traits ♡⃝

the 4h sign itself can tell abt ur family dynamic, but if u want to dive deeper check the 4h lord - how to find ur house lords ♡⃝

do not copy my work - ©novy2sirius ♡⃝

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ aries 4h: if u grew up in a lower vibrational household then there could’ve been lots of aggressive energy as well as fighting/arguments in ur household. if u grew up in a middle to higher vibrational household then ur parents were likely very direct and assertive. they likely did not play around when u did something bad and showed a lot of tough love. one of ur parents (or both) may have played lots of sports with u growing up or made sure u were active as well. they likely taught u to be someone confident, bold, and passionate. u may have also grew up in a wealthier household with this placement because due to numerical reasoning aries is the wealthiest sign

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ taurus 4h: if u grew up in a lower vibrational household then there could’ve been lots of stubbornness from ur family members or parents growing up. they may have tried to buy u things to make up for how terrible they treated u or been a lazy parent. if u grew up in a middle to higher vibrational household then ur family dynamic was likely on the more chill side. ur parents likely let u make ur own decisions and weren’t terribly hard on u, but still made sure u were safe at the same time. they were likely patient with u and reliable whenever u needed them. with this placement u also may take a lot of what u saw from ur parents marriage into ur own relationships and depending on the type of home u grew up in this could be either a positive thing or a negative thing that u must work to unlearn. ur parents likely taught u to be a grounded and determined person

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ gemini 4h: if u grew up in a lower vibrational household then there could’ve been lots of gossip/arguing in ur household that was childish and immature. if u grew up in a middle to higher vibrational household then u were likely very close to ur siblings growing up and learned a lot from them. u likely grew up in a household with a more fun and energetic dynamic where there was lots of healthy communication between everyone. some ppl i see with this placement r raised by their siblings more than their parents. with this placement ur family or siblings and u could become well known on social media and profit off of posting online together. this placement also indicates that ur parents taught u to be someone who was rly charming, communicative, and intellectual

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ cancer 4h: if u grew up in a lower vibrational household then ur parents were probably always gaslighting and playing victim in situations where they were not the victim. they could’ve been emotionally manipulative which rubbed off on u in a negative way. if u grew up in a middle to high vibrational household then ur parents were likely very caring and sensitive toward ur emotions. this would be an ideal sign to have in this house if ur family was good to u since cancer is the natural ruling sign of the 4th house. this could mean u had a very ideal childhood as well and beautiful family dynamic. ur parents likely taught u to be someone who’s empathetic, family oriented, and super protective of the ppl u love

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ leo 4h: if u grew up in a lower vibrational household then ur parents were probably very egotistical and self absorbed. they probably yelled at u a lot. u could’ve grown up with a narcissistic parent. they probably never apologized to u and brainwashed u into thinking u were always the problem as a kid. if u were raised in a middle to high vibrational home tho then ur parents likely tried to raise u in a very happy home dynamic and did everything in their power to make u happy. u could’ve been the favorite child or spoiled a lot. ur parents likely taught u to be confident, optimistic, and to be proud of who u r as a person regardless of what others think

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ virgo 4h: if u grew up in a lower vibrational household then ur parents were probably very judgmental and critical of u, even when u did something that would make most parents proud. if u grew up in a middle to higher vibrational household then ur parents were probably very organized and did everything they could to help u become the best person u could be. they likely r very humble ppl and taught u to be humble as well. sometimes i notice these ppl r closer with their family pets than their own family tho

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ libra 4h: if u grew up in a lower vibrational household then there may have been a lot of passive aggressiveness rather than problems being confronted directly. u may have had lots of fights with ur family that got swept under the rug and forgotten the next day which over time led to more conflict bc nothing ever got resolved. ur family may have also cared too much abt looks and made u insecure abt ur appearance bc of it. if u grew up in a middle to higher vibrational household then ur likely grew up in a very harmonious and loving household. ur parents likely taught u to be someone who’s very loving, charming, and someone who seeks fairness in every situation. this also indicates having beautiful houses/homes or growing up in a beautiful place/neighborhood

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ scorpio 4h: if u grew up in a lower vibrational household then there may have been lots of aggressive, manipulative, or intense energy in ur household. this can indicate having family members that have anger issues and don’t know how to control their anger. this placement often indicates someone with a lot of family trauma. if u grew up in a middle to high vibrational household then ur parents were likely very strict, assertive, and showed u tough love. they likely were very sensitive to ur emotions and not ashamed to apologize to u when they were in the wrong. ur parents probably taught u to be very powerful, confident, and ambitious. they may have played a lot of sports with u growing up as well

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ sagittarius 4h: if u grew up in a lower vibrational household then it’s likely ur parents were egotistical and complained a lot abt u never being enough even when u tried ur hardest to be. they probably never apologized to u when they hurt u and may have said they’re just “honest”, but in reality were harsh and mean. if u grew up in a middle to high vibrational household then ur parents were probably actually honest and straight forward with u rather than plain mean. u likely grew up in a positive home dynamic and ur parents were likely very optimistic. ur parents likely taught u to be smart, constantly seeking positive growth, and probably taught u to be a positive person in general. u may have traveled a lot as a child and loved to explore/go on lots of adventures. this placement often indicates moving out of ur hometown once u become an adult as well

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ capricorn 4h: if u grew up in a lower vibrational household then ur parents may have come off very cold and may not have shown u enough love. they could’ve been overly strict at times isolating u too much and not letting u do things others kids did which made u feel rly alone. many ppl with this placement have a rough childhood which causes them to mature quickly. i’ve seen many with this placement who basically had to raise themselves. if u were raised in a middle to higher vibrational household then ur family was likely stable and put together. ur family was likely filled with hard workers which taught u to be hard working as well. ur parents probably also taught u to be very humble and have a lot of self discipline

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ aquarius 4h: if u grew up in a lower vibrational household then ur parents could’ve been absent as aquarius is the sign associated with rebellion. u could’ve been forced to be overly independent as a kid and probably had to learn a lot on ur own that should’ve been taught to u by ur parents. this can also indicate a chaotic family/family dynamic in general. there could be lots of ups and downs with u and ur family’s relationships. if u grew up in a middle to high vibrational household then ur parents were likely very unique people who taught u to also be ur most unique and authentic self without caring what others think of u. ur parents also probably gave u a lot of freedom growing up which allowed u to make mistakes and learn from them so u didn’t have to make them as an adult. this placement can also indicate switching residences a lot growing up since aquarius is associated with ups and downs

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ pisces 4h: if u grew up in a lower vibrational household then ur parents probably acted like u were insane and they were the victim (even in situations where they weren’t) and also gaslit u. ur family dynamic could’ve caused u to want to escape as quickly as u could. if u were raised in a middle to high vibrational household then ur parents were likely very kind, empathetic, and compassionate towards u and taught u to be the same way. they could’ve taught u a lot abt spirituality and become ur most powerful spiritual self as well. u may have grown up with family members who believed in things like astrology, numerology, etc and were very artistically talented. ur family was likely very supportive of ur dreams as well

[evilhorse]

I won’t pretend like our family dynamic isn’t…unique.

(Superboy: The Man of Tomorrow #6)

[fiddlewill]

you guys think that in some twisted turn of events will would sing that rock a bye billy lullaby to mable and mason instead of having it sang to him since neither of their parents/guardians are loving in rev falls or am i just going insane

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1230

Anon asked:

Hello! May I request prompts for stoic whumpee with a older motherly caretaker? I love the dynamic I think it's so interesting

I’m a sucker for the matron-like mother figures. You see this a lot in the Endeavour fandom with Win, and I can see Rip Hunter having the same dynamic with his adoptive mother. So I have a few ideas:

The no nonsense character who has looked after so many stray kids that she knows every remedy to different illnesses, the best tactics for dealing with nightmares and panic attacks, as well as the basic first-aid knowledge when one of the kids inevitably gets hurt. (No matter how many times she tells them, the tree in the yard is too dangerous!)

There’s always that one character who is different. A little more on edge; a little more scared and guarded. If they’re a young adult, perhaps they have more emotional intelligence than a child, and this throws the mother for a loop, and the two are invited to get over their pasts together.

The mother is always there with a blanket and a comforting meal. She knows when to push and when to let them be. She knows when to walk into their room on their third day of their brooding, throw the curtains open complaining about a lack of sunlight, finds them some clean clothes and says there’s [favourite meal] downstairs for after the character has showered.

She also knows when to just sit with them quietly - waiting for them to open up to her.

They’re settled on the sofa, she has a book in hand and the character is half-watching the television. She knows they have a lot to say, but are having trouble figuring out how to express themselves. But she has the time, so she waits. They tentatively lean across, searching for comfort and she invites them to lay their head in her lap. She cards her fingers through their hair, still reading and waiting. Maybe they speak, maybe they don’t.

[syppys-den]

one of my fave dynamics ^^

if anyone knows any good examples of the latter, feel free to share ^^

[wibixthecowboy]

Play the Song: Part 1: Meet the Flash

Task Force 141 needs a new sniper and despite their complaints, they're assigned Flash, a joke-making, ABBA-listening, 20-year-old sharpshooter with better aim than the whole team combined. In other words, Ghost is practically handed the love of his life but he needs time to adjust because she's a firecracker.

Warnings/Tags: Age gap (20/30-32), gore, descriptions of injury/blood/wounds, swearing, weapons, literally only fluff and banter, minimal angst, soft baby girl Ghost, asshole Soap, lighthearted, I can fix him he just needs a hug, warning for an excessively bad taste in music, slow burn, protective ghost, family dynamic, big brother soap has an attitude problem, father figure Price, Gaz is just there because he’s on the wiki I have no idea who he is, eventual smut, praise, thigh riding, unprotected (wrap it up people), idk I’m sure it will get dirtier as I go, shifting POV

Side note: All of these characters are fictional! Please don’t be weird about their real life actors, leave them out of this and be respectful! 

A/N: I have been resurrected from the tumblr tombs once again to write about a man that I’ll never have. I have no idea how cod or war in general works and I don’t care enough to learn so enjoy my bullshitting.

Words: 1.5k

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5

  ★ Ghost

  It was a hot day in Las Almas, with the temperature pushing almost 100 degrees, Ghost’s single shirt has stuck to the sheen of sweat on his chest beneath the annoyingly thick Kevlar bodyguard and left him second-guessing his faceless persona in desperation to rip the damp mask off. 

   Their sniper was down, and much to Ghost’s displeasure they were on their way to pick up a new team member fresh off the academy grill. The manila folder in his hands was thin, but the few sheets inside were enough to sell her to the coordinator, he had to admit that she seemed impressive but the minimal amount of field experience would have immediately disqualified her as a candidate if it was his choice.  

“Sniper specialist” 

“98% accuracy rate”

“trained in 6 fighting styles” 

“Distinguished Graduate Award and Clements Award winner” 

“Works under special requirements” 

He squints down at the last line, fighting the bouncing of the truck over the rough terrain to read clearly, special requirements. Ghost huffs a frustrated breath at the lack of further explanation and hands the papers to Soap next to him. 

“Do you know what the special requirements are?” He grumbles, eyeing Soap’s hunched shoulders. They had just gotten the call to clear a residency that would hopefully contain the information on the next run and they would be heading straight in with a newbie. No one was happy. 

Soap shuffles through the papers, barely taking the time to skim the words before he’s shoving them behind him to Price in the back seat. 

“Why the fuck would I know? Do I look like the coordinator?” Ghost raises an eyebrow at the attitude but decides to let it go. He knows from experience that poking would get him nowhere. 

Ghost turns his head to Price in hopes of a clearer answer but he just shakes his head and hands the papers back. 

“You’re missing a few pages there Ghost.” Price says closing his eyes and resting against the seat. Soap, suddenly done with the conversation rolls his eyes and turns to watch the sparse rolling landscape out the window.

“This is the entire file, I opened it on the way here.” Ghost retorts, looking down to flip through the paperwork. It takes him a moment to see it but when he does his hands freeze. Signaled by the sudden stop, Price sits up and looks over the seat to read the page in Ghost’s hand. 

“Oh shit”  

 Somehow both of them had missed the single line at the bottom of the first page,

“Missions completed: 0″

 Realization slowly dawns on him, this recruit has absolutely no field experience. When the coordinator said fresh off the grill he meant it. Ghost turns to relay his newfound information to Soap but snaps his mouth shut at the sight of his pissy expression. 

This new realization leaves a pit in Ghost’s stomach. He hadn’t signed up for training, the recruit couldn't be over 25, a vast difference compared to their already existing team. He’d asked for their best sniper, not a child.   

_____

   The van’s wheels grind to a halt in front of the small outpost building and Soap slams the door open, eager to get the process over with. As if on cue the doors open wide to reveal the coordinator and their new recruit. Ghost balks, through the shimmering heat he can make out two shapes, one being the coordinator and the other he assumes is the recruit. The top of her helmet is level with his shoulder pad and with the rifle being half her height, she looks more like a child than a soldier.

“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me. Jesus Fuckin’ Christ that's a child!” Although he wasn’t quick enough to stop him, Price still gives Soap a hard shove to the shoulder. Soap turns around in his seat ready to hit back but Ghost grabs his fist and levels him with a glare. Even with Soap’s strong accent muddying his tone, the words ring clear past the approaching pair. The recruit stands tall though, power-walking through the sand and stopping in front of the open sliding door. 

If it wasn’t for the giant rifle and other military paraphernalia strapped to her chest Ghost would assume he was back at a countryside bar in Kentucky. Her golden blonde hair has been weaved into a thick braid hanging halfway down her chest, framing her freckled face in soft layers and shining in the mid-day sun. The recruit’s blue eyes shone with a wild flare that left Ghost shifting in his seat. Upon noticing a slight gap between her front teeth he feels the corner of his mouth twitch upwards, only to frown at the lack of southern drawl when she finally speaks. 

“I go by Flash, and for your information, my 20th birthday was this summer and I’m probably a better shot than all of you. Now that’s out of the way, are we ready to go gentleman?” 

The entire team freezes in shock at the new and unexpected information. Ghost chokes on his next breath of air and his dignity is saved by Soap’s sudden yell.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN 20?” Flash’s façade falters for just a second at the brute yell before Price is shoving past Soap to get out of the car and stand in front of the pair, blocking them from view. 

Price and the coordinator exchange a few short words before Ghost clears his throat and interrupts.

“No.”

____________________________________

★ Flash

   Flash had been warned about joining Task Force 141, as soon as the news was announced whispers floated around the academy, leaving Flash the center of attention. She was stopped nearly every day to be questioned about the lone wolf Lieutenant Ghost and despite her constant pressing that she had not met any of them, let alone the one known most for his evasiveness, the pestering continued. Flash was tired of being a show pony. She had an itch that needed to be scratched and it wouldn’t happen through obstacle courses and teaching. She needed to be out on the field and she was prepared to do whatever she needed to do to prove herself. What she hadn't prepared for was outright denial.

Everyone’s attention shifts to Lieutenant Ghost, and the man in front of her winces before speaking.

“Ghost it is not up for debate she’s already signed on.”

“Well, fuckin’ take her off then Price!” The loud Scottish man yells again. 

 After an awkward pause, the coordinator shifts on his feet and directs his attention to Captain Price, 

“Captain this decision is final, paperwork has already been filed, and the academy has handed her off.” He clears his throat before speaking “And if I may, Flash has the highest scores of all time on nearly every leaderboard back at the academy, she’s no beginner.” Flash feels a swell of pride and makes a note to thank him later. 

“It’s not happening” Lieutenant Ghost’s voice is cold and has Flash’s newfound pride deflating. So much for making new friends. 

Captain Price sighs before turning to speak directly to Lieutenant Ghost,

“Ghost it seems like we don’t have much choice. Soap move to the back, Flash can take your spot.” He heaves a sigh and Flash can see him bracing himself for a backlash but its not from who she expected. 

“This is utter dog shit, I’m not working with a child!” Soap drops his head into his hands before heaving himself out of his seat and into the back. Flash’s smirk falters when she realizes who she’ll be placed next to but she takes a breath and steps into the van, ignoring Captain Price’s outstretched hand. 

Captain Price shoves himself next to Soap and the coordinator gives them one last salute before pulling the door shut.

   It’s a tight squeeze in the van, the third seat of the second row has been ripped out and replaced with a few precariously balanced boxes, leaving her pressed up against the side of the Lieutenant. Although the sweltering day had given her a rosy complexion the heat of his body made her face flush an even deeper shade of pink. 

 _____

They bump along the road for a bit before it dawns on Flash that she’s on the way to her first mission. She can’t help the grin that slowly makes its way across her face.

“What’s that shit eating grin for?” Soap grumbles from the back seat obviously still sore from being forced into the back. Flash cant help the giggles that force their way up when she spots him glaring at her through the rearview mirror.

“Nothing.” She replies with a simple shrug and drops her gaze down to her lap, still smiling. Ghost’s rigid posture doesn’t relax but when he looks down at her she can almost see a glint of humor in his blue eyes. She stares back, “What?”

“Nothing.” He mimics. 

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. 

[milkcookiekin]

ghostwalker x teenager reader hcs (platonic!)

- you’ve known each other for a while, but regardless, he’s still very indifferent to you. he tolerates you at best and can be a little annoyed with you at worst.

- as long as you don’t get in the way of his work, he’s fine with having you around.

- he doesn’t grow any sort of attachment to you, because that’s just how he is, but he doesn’t dislike you either.

- he does give some interesting bits of wisdom and advice for you, which actually ends up being very helpful.

- while he doesn’t grow attached to you, he can be more fond of you than others, and hell, maybe he can even see you as an apprentice or student of his.

[loveandleases]

I've read a lot of manhwas, is the mc an illegitimate or adopted and that's why jade is the favorite of the parents 🤨🤨

MC is not illegitimate/adopted. Does that go for the rest of the cast? My lips are sealed! (Love hearing the theories though.)

[arcadeichu]

If Las Mañanitas was written before 1914 I'd have every reason to believe Javier Escuella would've absolutely sung that song for Jack Marston's 4th birthday. Bonus points if he just sang that for each of Jack's birthdays in RDR2.

(IK THIS HEADCANON IS SO SPECIFIC BUT MY LATINO ASS IS SO OBSESSED WITH IT IT'S SO CUTE TO THINK ABOUT)

can you tell I'm obsessed with family bonding dynamics

[jaykinarts]

Something about how Rosalie and Campbell only have each other now after everyone had gone their separate ways, something about how Eddie and Francine's future is uncertain with no hope of improving their lives, something about how Eddie said "Do you want to end up like me" to Campbell, who's only ever looked up to him as one of the first positive figures in his life who gave him the opportunity to DREAM.

Yeah okay, thanks for that Takin' Over The Asylum 😭 Anyway what should be my next fic, Ive already done my Fergus grieving one so Im looking to do more >:)

[nightwanderers12081]

hi read the recent chapter of beyond the final frontier and now want more dadio and sonic content

slightly off topic but i'd love to see fics that would tackle the idea of "Oh Mario saw him as a fellow Hero until ___ which made him realize how Sonic was just a kid" kinda thing idk /silly

anyways no thoughts just silly family dynamics okay byeee

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

New Year's Snippet

Yeah, yeah. I know, it's like January 4th where I am at at least. So it is late but wtvr.

TW: Smoking, loneliness, refrences to a not-so-stellar family life

Villain perches themselves on the roof of their house and takes a long drag out of their cigarette. They let out a long-suffering sigh as their eyes flit over to the street below them, filled with bustling people rushing here and there, no doubt to get to their friends and families.

The sight of the New Year decorations makes them sick, and they let out a humourless snort as they think of how much they're reminiscent of the Grinch on Christmas. Except they don't plan to ruin anything. It's not like they care enough about this stupid holiday to harbour any feelings towards it, even those of hate.

Indifference was always the best reaction.

They take in another long drag, trying to use their cigarette as a distraction from that overwhelming feeling that leaves their chest with a tighness akin to thick, unrelenting ropes wrapped cruelly around their heart. Loneliness. And for all it was worth, Villain attempts to lie to themselves that it's not the case at all.

And no matter the number of long drags they take in, nicotine isn't magic. Whatever semblance of mellow feelings it will offer are only temporary. And it can't force Villain to learn indifference any better than they can.

They're snapped out of their miserable reverie by the telltale sound of Hero landing on their roof, clearly not going for stealth. Villain rolls their eyes and lets out an irritated sigh.

"What the hell do you want from me? Don't you have some sappy, little New Year's party to get to?" they sneer coldly.

Taking a seat next to them, rolling their eyes a little but laughing goodnaturedly, Hero simply replies with, "Indeed, I do have a New Year's celebration to get to at my sibling's house. What plans do you have Villain, besides smoking yourself into lung cancer?"

"I've got plenty of stuff to do, Hero," they answer pointedly.

"Oh really?" their nemesis quirks an amused brow, an infuriating grin playing on their lips. "I'd love to hear all about these plans, Villain. Go on, I'm listening."

"Well, I- eh, I'm going to, I'll eh. Oh, forget it!" The criminal's face flushes a bold cherry shade at how horribly they struggle to lie. And their torment is furthered by the fact that this idiocy was in front of none other than Hero.

The crime-fighter in question, finds is quite disconcerting to see the fearsome Villain from the 'WANTED' posters highly reminiscent of a rather sad cat drenched in rainwater. And Hero is determined to change that.

They'd told them once that their family never cared much for doing well, anything together. "Villain, sweetie, do you want to come over to my sibling's party? They really won't mind, and they actually love having guests over. And they do make the best steak and mashed potatoes."

"I don't want your pity!" they snap.

"It's not pity, I just thought you'd have more fun spending New Year's Eve with someone else. And it's been a while since I've brought a friend over, and yes I know we're enemies but when it comes to our relationship these are all just semantics an-"

They cut the hero off with a raised hand. "Fine, I'll go with you. But only because you said your sibling's cooking is good." They slide off the roof and throw the no longrer lit cigarette into a trashcan.

Hero practically skips down the street as they walk to their sibling's house. For the first time, all the colourful lights strung up and the streamers and figurines everywhere didn't annoy Villain, they actually looked somewhat beautiful against the snow.

Hero's sibling doesen't question it at all when they show up. Hero introduces them as a friend, using civilian names all around, and they get welcomed in like Sibling was expecting them.

True to their nemesis's words, the dinner tastes amazing, particularly the steak and mashed potatoes. Sibling is quite obviously talented in the kitchen, and Sibling's Spouse is lucky as hell really.

They pass the next few hours watching some campy New Year's movie that somehow makes Villain laugh, even if it's only a few times. They decide to play Monopoly, and there was quite possibly no one as competitive as Villain aside from Hero.

"Cheater! I saw you take that!" they point their finger at them accusingly.

The crime stopper glares at them. "That is my money. If anyone's a dirty cheat here, it's you!"

And it continues like this, until Sibling breaks them apart and suggests they do something else, so they don't end up throwing hands at each other.

Sibling's kids, two, unruly twin boys with vibrant, curly ,red locks, decide that a game of tag is the best course of action. Spouse gives their lover a wry smile, but they both agree, mostly after the boys' pestering reaches intense levels.

The children, for some odd reason, take a liking to Villain and ultimately crown them worthy of reading their bedtime story tonight. Maybe because they were the fastest and most successful at tag.

Spouse sets a large chocolate cake on the dining table. "I made this because cooking is my passion and not at all to try and impress Sibling." Their sweetheart smirks at them, kissing their cheek and Spouse blushes, kissing their hand.

"Gross!" the twins yell, making everyone giggle. Even Villain.

"It's tradition that someone cuts the cake once it's midnight," Hero tells them.

"And since you're our guest, we all think you should do the honours," Sibling says, smiling warmly.

Villain takes the knife in their hand, heart fluttering in their chest at the strange feeling they have. They feel included, wanted, something they've never felt in their own home, with their own family.

They all do out the countdown together, Villain cutting at the exact time. And it's delicious, in spite of Spouse's original doubts. Everyone, especially the kids gets seconds.

Speaking of the children, the criminal had managed to lure them into their bedroom and was now reading them a story. "Okay, so this story has children with no concept of Stranger Danger, eating a from a candy house in the middle of nowhere and they almost get eaten by a cannibalistic witch whom they murder by burning alive, and you're telling me this is a children's story?" They raise a confused brow as they slam Hansel and Gretel shut, and their words only incite giggling from the twins.

"Goodnight, Villain Civilian Name. Please come here again."

"Yeah, you have to!"

"Night, kiddies. I'll see what I can do about that." They smile fondly and the kids, ruffling each one's hair and step out of the room.

They stay up for a bit, until exhaustion overpowers them, and they fall asleep on the living room couch.

The next day, they somehow wake up in a bed. It may or may not have something to do with the sleeping Hero on the living room couch...

Indifference is not always the best emotion. Whatever it is they feel, this warmth, cannot be expressed in mere words, but it certainly wins over total apathy any day.

HAVE A GREAT 2023! <3

[brinaarcadia]

When The Man takes your child for war

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1173

The team don’t consider A to be a father figure. He’s distant, cold and always mission orientated. They know little of his past, and he appears in no rush to get close to any of them...

However, everyone is shocked to find A sat next to B’s hospital bed. 

Reading a book.

Out loud. 

As the newly conscious B watches them as though they’d hung the stars. 

(C, the one who accidentally walked in, has to bite down on their fist to stop squealing as they exit the room, unnoticed.)

[whump-ghoul]

Whump Month #12: Panic

For @cirrus-ghoulette’s Whump Month!

Summary: Young Giovanni comes down with a case of the chicken pox, and Antonio is worried. (I rushed this a little, but wanted to look into Copia and Primo’s relationship when they were young. Twig is also here.)

WC: 1458

Tags: Original names for the Emeritus brothers. Primo: Antonio, Secondo: Valentino. Terzo: Dante, Copia: Giovanni. / No definitive ages, though Primo is much older than Secondo and Terzo. / Original Ghoul Character

Maybe Twig was jaded from his time in the Pit, but the concept of infirmary visitors had him perplexed. Why would the healthy wish to wait with the sick and themselves and the patient vulnerable to further illness? Maybe it was jealousy, or maybe it was logic, but Twig often thought about it during his long infirmary shifts. 

Outside of the tall windows shrouded by white curtains, a steady rain thrummed against the panes, drowning the outside world in the autumnal downpour. He sighed, reclining back into his chair as the potted plant next to him wilted at his aura. He pouted and poked the plant, finding distraction in healing the leaves as well as pulling a stick from his pocket. Biting into the soft flesh of the wood did little to better his mood however, as his most recent patient began to cry. His ears pressed back as a terrible wailing crossed the room, grating on his sensitive ears and waking the slumbering visitor. Sighing, Twig swung his legs from where they were propped on the desk, and paced the length of the ward. Two hours, two hours of quiet was all the patient had managed. 

The visitor, a Cardinal, was quick to hush the patient, his hands grasping the sheets in a white-knuckled panic as the shrill cries of the patient set Twigs teeth on edge. He bit harder into the wood as he approached, beelining towards the nearby table where he kept his supplies.  

Upon the bed was a small child, just over a year old and quite small for his age. He had short, auburn curls and long eyelashes that brushed against his fever-blotched cheeks that were covered in red spots, as was his entire body. Upon the small boy's arrival to the ministry, having traveled a distance with one of Nihil's many partners, he contracted a nasty case of chickenpox; treatable but unpleasant. 

*** 

Twig was happily sitting at the desk, frowning over a crossword from a topside newspaper when the doors to the infirmary flew open, causing him to spit out the bark he had been chewing on. Immediately, the earth ghoul recognised the eldest Emeritus brother - Antonio - as he charged through the doors, a wild look in his eyes and a screaming bundle in his arms. 

“The child.” He gasped. “Something’s wrong.” 

Twig tried to take the bundle of blankets from his arms to assess the patient, but Antonio refused, instead he led him to the bed where he sat, balancing the child on his lap to give better access to the ghoul. 

Twig produced a questioning trill towards the Emeritus brother, and began pulling the blankets aside, frowning at the intense fever radiating from pale, clammy skin. 

“His fever is so high and he’s come out in red spots. He won't keep anything down - please, he’s so young.” 

Chicken pox. Twig had seen it before, often in siblings that had never been exposed to it as a child. The boy was going to be just fine, the earth ghoul had already began pulling the large tub of homemade salve from the medicine cabinet, as well as a fresh washcloth for the fever. He paused as he looked at the vial of medicine, wary of giving it to a child so young. 

“He’s been fussy for a couple of days, itchy too. Imperator told me that he was fine before she left for her business trip, but something’s just not right. He was refusing to eat and overnight he appears to have developed these spots-”

“‘Tonio?” A different voice, younger, called from the door. They were by the bed in a flash, the two youngest Emeritus brothers crooning over the screaming child in the blankets. 

“We got your note.” Valentino said, watching as Antonio bounced the child on his knee, which helped somewhat. 

“What's wrong with him? He looks weird” Dante, the youngest of the brothers, said. He gingerly stepped back behind Valentino, the older teen towering over his short frame. Hm. From all of Twigs reading on human anatomy he was sure Dante should’ve hit some sort of growth spurt by this age. 

“Ghoul?” Valentino pressed.

“His name is Twig, Valentino.” Cardinal Antonio reminded him. Twig nodded his thanks, then gestured for the child to be laid down on the bed. Reluctantly, Antonio obliged, the brothers still hovering close as Twig removed the swaddle and onesie with gentle hands. Much to his annoyance, he’d had to clip his nails short lest he harm someone accidentally. He then unscrewed the lid to his pot of cool ointment and collected it on his fingers. The child initially jolted when the cool cream hit his exposed, feverish skin, and the ghoul could practically feel the brothers close in, and if they were of ghoul descent, he was sure they would’ve growled at him.

Miraculously, the child's whimpering began to die down, and even giggled when Twig applied the cream to his ticklish feet and sides. 

“Chicken pox.” Twig grunted as he was finishing, a little perturbed to see the brothers begin to take up residence around the bed. After all, he didn’t want the boys to get sick with something so easily avoidable. 

“How long until he gets better?” Dante was already impatient from his spot at the foot of the bed. 

Twig shrugged. “Week. Maybe two”

“Thank you, Twig.” Antonio looked aged; old before his time as his parents overworking him as well as the rearing of three younger children evidently had an effect on him. He made an internal note to supply some herbal teas, or maybe even introduce him to a hobby such as helping out in the greenhouse to ease his stress. In that moment, Twig felt a strange twinge of guilt for the baby, as surely he was destined for the same fate as his brothers. 

*** 

“What’s wrong?” The Cardinal gasped, scrubbing sleep from his tired eyes. It had been four days already. 

“Same.” Twig hummed, preparing a fresh, damp cloth as well as the next dose of medicine. Before he replaced the compress to the child’s chest, he felt his skin for a fever and became satisfied that it was receding. He placed the cloth and moved to measure the next dose of medicine, now modified to be safe for toddlers. He then reached for the tub of cream, already admiring how quickly the itchy spots were receding. He’d hate to admit it, but Dante’s idea of putting the child's socks on his hands aided in stopping him scratching the spots, and the frequent visits surely had the child feeling better in spirit.

“He is responding well.” He elaborated, when he felt the Cardinals eyes on his back. He could almost feel the Cardinals sigh of relief as he relayed the information. 

“Good. That’s good.” He huffed, tucking the blankets up to the boy's chest; gentle but sure of his movements. Practiced, Twig supposed. The Cardinal hadn’t left the boy's side, deciding that his work was best completed at his bedside since they entered just days before, and the ghoul supposed that he only got away with it since Imperator was away. Small victories and all, as Twig knew no more than how to shake a toy in front of the infant's face when they started to cry on him. The Siblings of Sin found it hilarious, Twig just found it stressful. Leaving the Cardinal to sleepily look over his charge, Twig moved to the nearby kettle and began the ritual of preparing tea, one of his favourite topside luxuries since his discovery of the cheeseburger. 

Once the two cups were prepared, he returned to Antonio, and offered the drink. The man took it gratefully and placed it aside to cool. Twig pressed his mouth together.  He hadn’t taken the hint. 

“Rest.” Twig said.

Antonio's head shot up at the instruction, a little taken aback but welcoming of a subordinate looking out for him. 

“When he’s better.” He sighed, weary and bloodshot eyes scared to leave the child. 

“Your brothers.” Twig pressed, but the man declined again.

“Dante, he’s too young to have to look after a child. Valentino too. I cannot place that burden upon them as they are already busy with their studies.”

They weren’t too young, Twig knew this for a fact, but left it nevertheless. The man needed quiet; time away from his ministry duties, and who was Twig to deny him such? 

“I should say that they have offered to help, but because of  the child's questionable parentage, they are wary of getting so attached.”

There was a pause. 

“I think I will remain here, with Giovanni, if you don’t mind.” 

The earth ghoul shrugged his indifference, a newfound respect for the man as he  skulked back to his desk, crossword waiting for him.

[pluviophiles]

klaus: roses are red luther: violets are blue five *annoyed and seething* : i swear to fucking god that i will kill all of you