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So the GIW is the Ghost Investigation Ward and not the Ghost Extermination Ward, yes? Hear me out, hm?
See, it’s really hard to study ecto-entities when they’re going all over in and out of the world. Really hard! And of course they aren’t like, sentient, studies for years before the boom in this one town showed this! But, the overgrown not-birds (they’re still debating that) are really hard to watch doing their natural thing when they naturally mimic people around them!
So! They got this idea, right? Their operatives can capture some! They’ve even made enclosures based off of what they currently know! It’s like containing crows, down to the mimicry & puzzle solving just er, with opposable thumbs and intangibility.
And they don’t succeed first tries of course (Wow were said operatives frustrated and maybe cursing a bit that might be a bit violently) but then they get some assistance from the Fentons! Trying to hit an ecto-entities’ wings in a way to not permanently injure them is hard, but the new net canons that a ghost can’t pass through? Perfect!
They have so many specimens now! They even released a few that were very much uncontainable- they rely on technology a bit and that entity kept unlocking all the doors. So catch and release with that one it is!
They even managed to catch the white-haired ghost! In double! Which might not seem that important, but! As they realize during intake & initial examination (wow are they bitey) the two appear to be young! Something their ectobiologists only theorized about but oh are they excited! (Now if only the two would stop trying to escape their enclosure that’d be swell! Look, toys! Foo- oh dear God that baby ecto-entity is melting- Oh few, okay note taken to raise ambient ecto levels in that room dear god that was horrifying and stressful. … Maybe get some feelers out for feeding unstable energy entities…)
#my art#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Ghosts Have Wings#But I combined it with dragon ghosts sort of so more like Ghosts are humanoid Quetzals#Everyone thinks the GIW are trying to kill the ghosts but they’re trying to study them#Ghosts also speak Ghost Speak & humans can’t understand#Danny is panicking when Ellie starts to melt#He also is now terrified of leaving because the thing keeping her stable is the high ecto in the enclosure#The GIW scientists: It’s like having a heat lamp with chicks to keep their temperature from dropping but like ecto levels!#Technus poking at altered wildlife collar: What a strange snazzy necklace!#Danny: I wonder where Johnny & Kitty are- it’s been quiet from them for a bit…#Kitty & Johnny: Yo let us out let us out Let Us Out jesus fuckin christ they can’t hear us through this glass#Skulker brooding on the perch in the wall of his cell: I would shoot you if I had any weapons left- if you come in here I Will Gut You#GIW: Wow what a large variety of vocalizations! So much Science!#Fentons: Huh I wonder where Danny is- gotta finish this contract first though!#Jazz calling JL non emergency line because the police have already dismissed her: my brother is missing and idk what to do
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Arthur and a walk with the reader and their child. Maybe they're walking around their garden. Or Arthur tells the baby the names of the horses in the stable.
Fatherhood hadn't exactly come naturally to Arthur. He'd always been scared of having children, scared he was going to be like his own dad - flighty and unreliable - scared he was going to pass on the dreaded Shelby curse. Worse still, scared he'd end up raising a son just as violent, just as angry, pained and fragile as he viewed himself.
But when you'd fallen pregnant the first time he'd seen the tears of joy in your eyes and felt them mirrored in his. Sure, the fear hadn't dissipated and he was convinced he'd always be scared shitless of the wee one - not that he'd ever tell you that - but the second he had laid eyes on her that fear was dulled somewhat by a sense of great purpose. A sense of purpose which had overwhelmed him completely when he'd held your little girl in his arms for the first time, her head small enough it fit in the palm of his hand, her little body so tiny he could hold her like that, head in palm, little feet resting on his forearm as he bounced her gently to sleep.
He'd looked down at your little girl and known that no matter what he felt, no matter how bleak the world around him felt, he would always keep persevering for you and her. He'd do anything to make her life peaceful and full of joy. She was like a little ray of sunshine cut through all the bad, a diamond in the rough. He couldn't stop smiling and even now, a year later, he couldn't help but grin whenever he laid eyes on his little one.
Still, he often found himself at a loss to do. It wasn't that he was scared of her as such, it was that he couldn't quite relax when he was near her. Her big eyes looking at him expectantly. The knowledge that she relied on him completely, to look after her, to keep her safe... It was scary, it made him nervous. Meant that more often than not a lot of the time he spent with her was also spent with you because he knew that you wouldn't let anything go wrong. You would be there to sooth her if he was too rough or clumsy when he was holding her. He was terrified of making her cry, scared even just to think that he might, that if she did he wouldn't be able to help her, would only make things worse.
Today however was different. For the first time since the little girl had been born you'd left him alone with her. He'd been stunned when you'd told him that morning that you had to go out into the city for the day and wouldn't be able to take the baby with you. He'd stuttered and fumbled his words trying to ask you why not, all "but... How long are you gonna be gone for what should I do if.. If..."
"If what Arth? You'll be fine," you'd said with a smille shaking your head fondly. The truth was you could have taken the baby with you, the three of you could all have gone into town together but that wasn't what you wanted. What you wanted was for Arthur to realise he was a good dad, a capable father. For him to realise that his little girl thought the sun shone out of her daddy, just the same as he thought that of her. You'd noticed Arthurs apparent awkwardness from day one and you knew he'd always been worried about fatherhood.
You'd hoped that he'd settle into the role eventually, that he'd realise he really didn't have anything to fear... But as time had passed and you realised he still looked a little on edge just holding the little darling, you realised that you were going to have to intervene. Perhaps pushing him into the deep end wasn't the best idea, but you didn't know what else to do.
You'd already tried gently pulling back, leaving them to play together in the next room, leaving him to read to her, asking him to walk her round the garden when she couldn't sleep. Arthur always managed to stay close to you, to fall back on you. It wasn't exactly bad but you knew it couldn't be a good thing either. Besides, you wanted your daughter to love her father, to grow up trusting him, seeing the good in him. You didnt want her to feel he was distant or awkward. That would be just too sad.
So you'd left him alone, closed the front door and hurried off into the city to spend the day with your friends shopping. And now there he was, sitting at the kitchen table, your little girl Lily sitting on the table, one hand in a bowl of mashed banana the other in her mouth.
"Sposed to eat the food darlin how many times av i told you eh, foods for eatin not paintin..." chuckled Arthur, his low grumble broken by his smile. Lily really was a daddy's girl and he couldn't get mad at her for anything, even when she'd smeared herself, him and the table with banana and honey gloop.
"Right, alright," he smiled tickling her belly through her dress as he reached to pick her up, "you've had your fun with that now i reckon, time to get you cleaned up an then you an daddy have the whole day to do whatever we like, how does that sound darlin? How about that eh?" he said kissing her on the head, using his thumb to scoop a little of the banana from her cheek. When he licked his fingers he screwed his nose up.
"No alright I don't blame you littlen, thas no good for owt but paintin with..." He mused as he scooped her up in his arms and kissed her cheek which only meant that they were both covered in banana and honey gloop.
But once he was holding her in his arms he was once again at a loss, uncertain how he should even speak to her. He'd heard it was good to talk to babies as though they were adults because it helped them learn how to have intelligent conversations, but he wasn't sure he would be much use there. He couldn't remember having ever had the kind of conversation others might consider intellectual.
Besides he wasn't half as gentle talking to adults as he was with Lily. Didn't seem right for him to start talking to her the way he talked to his brothers, nor did it seem right for him to talk to her the way he spoke to you. So he stood in the kitchen doorway looking out at the chickens pecking at the dirt on the drive and he bounced Lily in his arms until she giggled and clasped her little hand around the hairs in his beard.
He grinned, the sound of her laugh was ever so contagious and never failed to make him smile.
"Right well, how about a nice little walk round the garden eh, suns out and I can introduce you to all the animals round the farm eh? What dya reckon sunshine would you like that?" He asked her looking down at her with all the love in the world. She was so pure and precious and that was exactly why he got so nervous to be with her, just seeing the joy and innocence in her bright doe eyes made his stomach twist with anxiety at the thought that he wasn't good enough for her. That he could never be the kind of dad she deserved because he wasn't a good enough man.
But when she smiled up at him and reached for his face with her tiny hand, her stubby little fingers skimming his beard as she giggled and said "dada dada," one of the only words she could he found his nerves replaced with a swell of pride and a smile he couldn't shake off.
"Alright then sunshine," he said with a grin, bouncing her in his arms as he carried her out of the kitchen door and into the garden, the stoned beneath his feet crunching as he made his way to the gathering of chickens on the driveway. He'd fed them earlier that morning but he still had some dried corn in his pockets and he was hoping Lily would enjoy scattering a handful or two across the garden.
"Right then sweetheart," he said using his finger to uncurl the little toddlers hand, "here we are you take some of this shite... Fu.. I mean... Sorry darlin eh, you just ignore your daddy he's a very naughty man eh, you just feed the chickens an ignore him eh..." he grinned sheepishly as he did his best to fill her tiny hand with dried corn. She scrunched her fist up tight around and smiled flexing her fingers a little too soon so that when the feed fell from her hand it fell all down Arthur's shirt and got stuck on his trouser legs.
"You little rotter," he chuckled kissing her forehead as he boosted her up in his arms and helped her have another go. His dismay only setting in when one of the chickens began pecking at his ankles to pick at the feed little Lilly had dropped all over him. "Oh bloody... Go'wan get away!" He grumbled at the hen who seemed determined to peck right through his trouser leg. As he shook the troublesome bird off his ankle Lilly looked down at the silly little scene from her Daddy's arms, her eyes lit up as a giggle escaped her. And when Arthur looked down at her well there was no way he could remain frustrated or preoccupied with that damn chicken.
He couldn't do anything but smile when he looked down at little Lilly, couldn't do anything but beam down at her and press another kiss to her bonny head, heart full to bursting with pride every time she smiled.
"Right darlin right let daddy show you this time eh, let's do it together..." he said taking her little hand beneath his and guiding her as she threw the seed across the path. This time it really scattered and the two of them grinned down at their success as the chickens gathered and began eating the feed from the ground rather than from Arthur's leg. "That's better there we go that's fu... That's better."
Not swearing in front of Lily was perhaps the hardest part of fatherhood. It was the only thing you'd notice he hadn't quite taken so naturally too. Even if he couldn't see it himself, in every other element of fatherhood he was perfect. He was loving, a little clumsy but gentle and nurturing always. He made your little girl laugh like nobodys business. He was always worrying about her, always the first to rush to her side if she took a trip or bashed her head... He was perfect. But he just couldn't control that potty mouth of his. The bad words just had a way of slipping out and you were beginning to worry that when Lilly finally managed her first word that first word would be "fuck."
"Right then little miss sunshine," he grinned bouncing her in his arms, unable to hold back his fond chuckle when Lilly began giggling at his jostling movement, "let's introduce you to everyone eh... This beautys name is Eloise, she's pretty for a chicken ain't she, what dya reckon my darlin? Prettiest chicken you've ever seen right, beautiful, gorgeous bird... And this... This is Audrey... She's a bit, she's a bit stuck up if you ask me like, look at her see, strutting around like she owns the place... And this, this little rotter of a bird, her name's Helen and she's got one bloody... She's got one very sharp f.. beak on her, aye one very sharp beak.."
Lilly tried to reach down to the chickens, stretching her tiny body away from Arthur's and though she was only small, for a second she almost managed to tip their shared balance so that Arthur stumbled and almost - thankfully only almost - stepped on the smallest chicken. That was your chicken, one you'd found shrinking away, not doing as well as the other chicks in the brood. You'd insisted upon bringing her into the house to look after yourself, insisted on naming her too which Arthur had tried to encourage you against. It wasn't that he was cruel he just didn't want you to get attached to a chick that might not survive. But she had survived and now she lived out in the garden with the others.
"Ahh," chuckled Arthur thinking of you fondly, wishing you were there with him and Lilly. "You've found your mammy's hen little one, her names Pearl..." He said crouching down so that Lilly could get a closer look, being sure to hold her up and away from the hens who were prone to a curious peck or two.
Lilly watched them with wide curious eyes, her little smile breaking into a giggle as she watched the birds funny little walk, the way they jutted their necks with each step.
She flinched when Helen and Audrey began clucking a little too wildly for her baby ears and Arthur decided that perhaps it was time to head to the stables instead. It would be quieter inside the stable and the horses were gentle beasts Lilly would be able to pat and babble at to her heart's content.
"Alright little poppet," smiled Arthur kissing his little girls cheek again, his mustache tickling her cheek and neck so that her giggle rang out melodically around the garden. That sound was music to Arthur's ears. It was the sound which reassured him he wasn't such a bad man after all. That if nothing else, he would always know that there was one person on this earth he could make smile. And she just so happened to be the most important person on this earth too.
The stable was quiet just as he'd hoped and where the sun broke through the scattered cracks in the roof the afternoons warm light filtered in and graced the hay on the floor with a golden glow.
"Alright," he whispered, his beard tickling Lilly's face as he leant in to talk quietly in her ear. He always tried to be quiet when he came to the stables. It was such a gentle, peaceful little place and he liked to preserve it. Keep it soft, a sanctuary not just for the animals but for him. "Alright," he whispered, "there's someone who wants to meet you little one..." he said carrying Lilly to one of the stall where the newest addition to the family was standing on shakey little legs.
"But we've got to be nice a quiet eh my darlin, cause he's only a baby int he, just like you... So he might be shy..." he put his finger over Lilly's lips and shushed, grinned when he felt her blow a hissed "Shhhh" of her own against his hand. When he carried her over to meet the little foal he was struck by how similar they were, considering one was after all a baby horse and the other a baby girl.
But they were. They were both so delicate. So pure. These tiny, vulnerable little creatures who depended on him in their own way. Two sweet little lives to be nurtured and loved. Two tiny things he had to be gentle with.
He wasn't sure how he was going to manage that but he knew that since Lilly had been born he'd learnt a lot about being gentle. That slowly but surely he was learning tenderness too.
"Ain't she beautiful eh Lilly?" He whispered. It wasn't the first time he'd seen the little foal but as Lilly gazed at the timid creature in awe Arthur felt the softness in his own eyes. The melting of his cold heart. "Wanna say hello littlen?" He asked taking an apple from his pocket to settle the foals nerves.
"Hello lovely," he said holding the apple out and watching as the foal eyed them warily. He was still working on trust with this one, something Tommy had always been better at than him. Still he was determined to show the little creature his gentle side, prove that he could trust him. Not just for the foals sake but for his own sake too. Prove to himself that he could be gentle too.
And so when the foal approached him, his little legs shaking, Arthur couldn't hide the grin, couldn't hide the swell of pride which rose to his chest and then got stuck in his throat when little Lilly reached her hand out to stroke the foals soft hair.
"Careful now sweetie pie," he whispered to Lilly, "nice and gentle eh don't wanna spook him..." but the foal was far from spooked. In fact he seemed to warm to Lilly, standing patient and still whilst she stroked his nose with a smile on her lips.
"Tell you what darlin," smiled Arthur, it had been his plan from the very beginning but he presented it to her now as though he'd only just thought it up, "since you two're gettin along so well eh, why don't you come up with a name for him? Hasn't got one yet have you mate?" He said copying his daughters gentle movements and giving the little foal a pat.
But when Lilly looked up at him and smiled, clapped her little hands together with this big beaming grin on her face, her wide eyes bright with mischief, Arthur realised that perhaps it was a little too soon to offer her that kind of responsibility.
"Hmmm," he chuckled as he stood quietly, letting Lilly continue to pet her new best friend. He wasn't expecting her to be the one to break the silence. Certainly not in the way that she did... With a word she'd not yet said before.
"Da..." she said reaching out to stroke the foals nose again, "Dada!" When she said it Arthur couldn't quite believe his ears. Wasn't sure he hadn't just imagined it. But when he looked down at Lilly his smile already too much to be contained, she turned to look up at him and pointed at the foal, her own eyes bright and smiling too.
"Dada!" She said again pointing at the little foal, waving her hands to get Arthur's attention - though she had his undivided attention in that moment. He was stunned by her, could hardly process the emotions he felt. Struggling to keep the tears out of his eyes.
"No sweetheart," he grinned kissing her head and turning her round to face him, "that's me.. I'm Dada!" He chuckled, laughing louder when she pointed once more to the foal and repeated herself over and over again until he was forced to accept that when you came home and asked about his day he would have no choice but to tell you all about it. How lovely it was. How Lilly enjoyed meeting the little foal... "He's called Dada by the way..."
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Can I have a yandere Miss Circle and Mr Demi x Fem reader?
I seriously have like 5 almost finished requests and the writing block hit me so hard because the only thing I wanna write about is FPE rn
Anyways
Remember that it is not okay to act like this in real life and if you do feel this way I'd advise you to get professional help.
Miss Circle❤️
• She's already murderous as is. Now she's obsessed with her co-worker and murderous? That's wonderful.
• She wouldn't dare let You catch her harming a student for a failing grade. She needs to always look innocent in front of you.
• She always tries to eat lunch with you if possible, and she packs some of the weirdest lunches too.
• She gets upset when you call her demon horns a cat ears, but she doesn't show it and just giggles.
• Her confidence can get overwhelming, she'll leave notes for you on your door asking for a date with something like "You're pretty >:3" and stuff.
• Occasionally she tries to pack you lunches but her own lunches are questionable so sometimes you have to pretend to like it.
• She can canonically change her height at any time and usually remains at 9'7, but she's used her ability to change in order to spy on you.
• She probably has atleast one picture of you guys together from a teacher meeting or something
Confession
You turn around to see someone approach you in the teachers lounge while you're getting water. "Hello there, I was questioning about something." She says confidently. However after getting to know her, you could see she was slightly nervous. "Yes miss circle?" You look at her smiling politely. The faint blush creeping onto her face as she tells you how much she admires you and that she adores you. "I've never felt such emotions. I never thought I'd say this to someone like you, but will You go out with me?"
Acceptance
You look at her smiling, heart feeling like it's going to burst out of your chest at any moment. "Yes, I will." You say to her somewhat flustered. The 9'7 demon lady giggling in excitement, happy beyond what words could ever explain. "Let's meet up tonight at 7pm after school" she said before running out of the teachers lounge with her inhumane speed. Later that night she meets you at your house, dressed neatly for the occasion. The simple yet beautiful picnic in the sunset was definitely something she'd always remember forever.
Rejection
"I'm sorry Miss Circle, I don't reciprocate." You said looking away from her. She silently walks out of the room with no hint of any emotion or expression she's feeling right now. When you went home at night you couldn't help but feel like you where being followed. She picks you up from behind, using her compass to keep you stable off of the ground sandwiched between her and her arm. With her other hand she drugs you to sleep. You never had a choice anyway.
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Mister Demi💚
• So shy when he met you, he tried to hide away to the library. Unfortunately for him you where in front of the teacher lounge exit so he had no escape.
• Fell for You when he watched how caring and compassionate You are with the students. He's seen what some other teachers do and he's not fond of it..
• Wrote a whole song for You on the piano but won't ever show you. He's to scared that you might dislike it or be uninterested.
• He doesn't know what he's feeling and so he panics, like, a lot. He talks to Miss Sasha about it and she tries her best to explain to him that he's having a crush but it just makes him panic more.
• A crush soon turns into infatuation and he's too deep in. He starts panicking immediately noticing that this isn't healthy. He's seen normal couples and none of them act the way he wants to act.
• Also cries to Miss Sasha about the unhealthy infatuation but she's ends up more concerned about his mental over his feelings.
• Gets urged by Miss Sasha to seek professional help so he gets therapy (which he's terrified about) but the feelings don't stop.
• Literally acts like a fan girl after you talk to him or even breathe the same air as him.
Confession
Miss Sasha walking up to you during lunch with second hand embarrassment, note neatly tucked away into the pocket of her shorts. She politely starts up some small talk with you before getting to the point. "Sorry to bother you but, Mister Demi has feelings for you. He sent me over with a note to give to you." She smiles at you handing over the note. The note says "I really like being around you, you're so pretty. Please like me back. I'm sorry"
Acceptance
"Miss Sasha, please tell him I feel the same." You say to her giggling. She's so excited to watch your and his new relationship blossom. Sasha does however tell you about the obsessive behavior and that he is getting professional help for it. Although you are very keen on staying with him to help him though it. She's so proud of both of you, and herself for being the amazing wing woman she totally is. She goes back to Mister Demi who's sitting across the lunchroom. When he hears the news he is joyus. But he also slams his head down to the table in embarrassment. He's really shy but gathers enough courage from Sasha cheering him on and you both exchange numbers.
Rejection
"I'm sorry Miss Sasha, I don't believe I know Mister Demi well enough to form an opinion or feelings." She smiles and nods understandingly. However she whispers to you about the obsessive behavior and warns you about it. You're absolutely shocked. Glancing over to him immediately feeling uncomfortable. Sasha returning to Mister Demi with the news and handing him back the note. His whole world falls apart in front of everyone. He can't handle rejection well. He goes into a depressive and desperate state. Changing everything about him so that you'll love him. Eventually you don't even recognize him anymore until you realized how shy he is.
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Anyway I can request a Lip/Reader/Carmy imagine about the reader being pregnant (and of course the guys don’t care who’s baby it is because they’re all in a relationship together so they’re in this together regardless of who’s it is) and the guys helping her through a really complicated pregnancy?
Okay this one got LONG. I'm absolitely terrified of getting pregnant so there's a whole lot of anxiety in this one.
CW: unplanned pregnancy and all its horrors, anxiety and medication, mentions of childbirth and c-sections.
The second you saw those two lines appear you spiraled. Both of the boys being at work leff enough room in the quiet appartment for your mind to start screaming at you.
Who's was it? Would you have to get it checked? Before or after the baby was born? Should you even keep it? You didn't plan this. What if they fought over who was the father?would either of them leave if they learned the baby was the other's?
You went to bed, not caring about anything you were supposed to do that day. You only wanted sleep. You eventually passed out after crying for god knows how long.
Your boys were going on a grocery run after work so they came home together, both carrying bags inside, only to be welcomed by the sound of the TV and half eaten breakfast on the coffee table. You were nowhere to be seen but your shoes and bag were at the door so you had to be home.
It was Lip's years of living with his family that set off his instincts to go find you ASAP. "Go put the freezer stuff away. I'll go see if I can find her." Carmen agreed and took the extra bags to put the frozen goods away quickly while Lip went straight for the shower, checking the tub, shower cabin and around the corner at the toilet. No sight of you so he moved to the guest bedroom where you would often be digfing through old items, sorting them out and organizing to keep your mind busy, mayne you had just forgotten the time. But you weren't there either so he almost ran into the bedroom where you were curled up underneath messy blankets. Your phone on the floor with an empty nox of tissues, the contents of which were all over the place.
"Yo Bear. Over here, now." Lip's voice summoned him in an instant, panic clear in his eyes as he stared at Lip for an answer.
They both stepped closer and sat down on either side of the bed. Carmen carefully climbed over to sit closer to you, moving quietly so he wouldn't wake you when his hand landed on something underneath the blankets, pushing them aside to take the item off the bed.
"Oh fuck, Lip.." He held up the item for him to see. The oh so familiar white stick in the other's hand spiked all kinds of emotions, snatching the thing to take a closer look.
A positive pregnancy test sat between his fingers. He ran a hand down his face with a deep sigh and stood up. "You wake her up, I'm calling the clinic." And with that he turned to walk out the door. "Lip!" Carmen whisper-yelled to get him to stay. "How about we talk to her first before making her decisions, huh?" Carmen waa clearly angry, but he was also right. Lip's past hadn't been too kind when it came to unplanned pregnancies and he wasn't planning to go through that shit again, but you were all adults, in a healthy relationship, with stable jobs and proper income now, so talking was step one now.
Carmen's movement had stirred you awake, blinking the sleep from your eyes and stretching before sitting up and taking in your surroundings. Carmen sat beside you with a hand on your blanket covered leg and Lip stood at the end of the bed with a nervous leg bouncing against the other, brows raised in question and holding something out in his hand. When you realised what it was the panic returned tenfold. Tears flowing freely and your breathing becoming irregular as the questions from earlier haunted your mind again.
"Sweetheart, calm down. We're not mad okay? We just want to talk about it." You were cuddled into Carmen's side, sniffling and wiping your eyes. "He's mad.." you hiccuped as you averted Lip's gaze. Carmen immediately reassured you that he wasn't and keeping his eyes locked on the other boy. Lip got the hint and came over to sit with you, placing the test on your nightstand and laid down to hug you both. "We'll do this together. Whatever you decide to do, we're supporting you."
You stayed like that for a while untill you were all calmed down again and getting hungry.
You collectively decided on ordering in, sat around the coffee table sharing the large order of chinese food. Lip called it comfort food, Carmen said celebratory dinner. Which led to the inevitable conversation to be had.
You shared ebery little concern and anxiety inducing thought with them and so did Lip, opening up to Carmen about his life and the comment he made earlier. Carmen listened to you both and after what felt like years of talking about plans, options, money and anything that would come with having a child you collectively decided to keep it.
Which led the three of you to your first appointment, first ultrasound and many, many nights of you being plagued by nightmares followed by puking up your insides, failing to go back to sleep and lots of anxiety.
Both boys did anything and everything for you, but the stress and constant anxiety the pregnancy was causing you was getting dangerously close to harming the baby's development.
During that first dinner talk you told them that the whole pregnancy thing terrified you but their support had made you feel a lot more comfortable with the idea, despite all the horror stories that had scared you away from even ever letting Lip fuck you without a condom in college even when you were on birth control.
At the hospital you got called into the nurse's room for your next appointment. Today was another ultrasound day, with a checkup on your mental health now that you were given medication to calm your head and supplements to make sure the baby would get all the needed nutrients.
"So, are you the momma's brothers?" The nurse's question came out of nowhere and caught them off guard, not having an answer fast enough so she kept the questions going. "You know we get multiple girls here who don't remember how they got pregnant. There's no shame in not knowing who the father is."
"It's either of us, actually." Carmen shot at the nurse. "We're together, the three of us." Lip pointed between the thee of you.
"So, you would like to get a DNA test done as well then." It was more of a statement than a question, but before she could even type anything into the computer Lip was on her ass already. "We don't want a fucking test, okay. We're here for you to check if our girl and our-" making a grand gesture to point at all three of you. "baby is healthy."
The appointment itself went well but the news that came with it was a whole different story.
All three of you couldn't keep their eyes off the small picture Lip was holding as you sat on the couch. Both boys couldn't help but be even more excited than bafore as you stared in horror at the second blob on the ultrasound that had decided to only now show itself.
You were having twins. The only stupid solution to give both boys a baby without having to get pregnant again at a later time, but also twice the amount of baby to give birth to. The one thing that still haunted your nightmares through the amount of medication you were taking.
With the news of twins you started having small complications. Most of them very common and easy to fix, but for you they all felt like the end of your life, the end of your relationship but neither Lip nor Carmy was letting those demons take over your thoughts. They did everything in their power to keep you content and wouldn't leave you alone for even a second. Their work schedules thrown apart so at least one of them would be home at all times. Every little cramp or concern had one or both of them drive you to your doctor who would mostly tell you your discomforts were normal for someone as far along as you.
The further along you got the more miserable you got, to the point of being unable to keep even the slightest bit of food in your system which led to more hospital trips to get you on liquids in order to keep your strenght up.
Now at eight months you were in bed most of the time, only getting up when needed.
You only had two more weeks before you were due, both Lip and Carmy being home to care for you.
Carmen was making you a simple meal he knew you would be able to handle and Lip busied himself with the final touches in the nursery when, with no warning up front or anything, your water broke as you waddled over to the bathroom.
"Help." The desperate, frantic voice had your boys on you in a second, the tears and the way you wrapped yourself around the door handle with your soaked, crossed legs told them enough. Carmen ran to grab your bag and car keys, making sure he snagged the new pack of smokes from the key bowl as he opened the door for you and Lip.
Luckily the hospital was only a few blocks over and fraffic was nonexistent.
The hospital visit wasn't such a smooth ride. After hours upon hours spent in that bed on god knows how many drugs you were brought in for emergency c-section to prevent any harm to both you and the twins. You cried and begged to just knock you out and take them out of you and to your luck they complied.
When the doctors woke you back up again you were acompanied by your boyfriends, each holding one of your children.
Upon release you made another appointment with your doctor. As soon as you were completely healed you were getting your tubes tied. No more of this. You had your two babies and no more were gonna be born from your body.
#sometimes i write#rabbitt answers#chicago boys#carmen berzatto#lip gallagher#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#lip gallagher x reader#the bear#shameless#gallzatto x reader
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hello m i hope you are well. would you believe this was an excellent time for me to read your fic, truly what i needed tonight!! not to get #intoit #toodeep but a blowout fight with my mother puts me right in the headspace to ruminate on childhood and how to carry it inside of you in a way that doesn't hurt.
One thing before i start crying, i love this line so much, "Passenger seat is reserved for girls I’m dating.” passenger princess bug iktr!!!
Steve and bug finally, FINALLY being in a stable place with each other is so beautiful <3. i love them so much. them actually talking about what is happening between them, finally trusting each other enough to be open and vulnerable is tooooo good, espcially since we've seen what it took for them to get here. i am terrified for how this will break down in s4. Steve offering to come back to weathertop when bug is thinking about how she used to come with jon as she's about to lose jon......i love that he's doing that for her and with her <3333. i love that nancy promises bug to take care and keep jon safe. i love that nancy and steve do that for bug and jon. i love that they reassure to be their new person responsible. i also love that weathertop is a special place for both bug and dustin's first loves <3. i love how they keep making places more comfortable for each other. steve making the beatles a beautiful memory again, bug making the flower field into a nice birthday date with her joy about his best birthday gift in the world is really what love is all about. i also really, really loved their conversation about luck and love, and i have a nagging feeling in my mind it will come back in s4 to confront bug as she finally exhales the mountain of grief she is holding onto. i am trying to find the words, because i don't really believe in luck very much, but i do believe in counting your blessings, and the i find the act of counting the blessing of how many people love you, and you get to love back, no matter how it ends in circumstances out of your control, a very brave thing to do. Joyce asking bug to live the life she decides is so special <3. a mother figure who actually knows bug to her core and knows the totality of bug's circumstances and then tells bug that she deserves a happy life is soooooo special and beautiful <33333. i love that joyce gets to be the person who tells her that, especially since joyce herself is so kind despite everything she's been through. i always thought bug would be like joyce when she grew up.
I also really shortly would like to also talk about bug and her guilt. i'm sure this will come up terribly for her in s4, but it really fascinates how much bug takes everything on herself, and i also don't really understand it either, but it does make her very interesting. even taking on the guilt of billy's death when it truly wasn't her fault at all in any way, jesus christ she's like a catholic saint. guilt isn't very logical and i really, truly get that, but i just idk, feel very sad that she feels that way at all, i wish i could talk to her about it.
i also loved this part, "Nancy screams back at you now, insulted that you truly believe she would ever leave her brother behind willingly. She wouldn’t do that. She knows that you know this." st has always been bad at handling the emotional consequences for their characters, but i really wish we got more nancy and mike. they're a complicated relationship because they weren't close before the upside down but obviously they love each other and are siblings, and like bug said, siblings are too strong of a bond to shake off in the worst cases. i wish they got more time in the show to breathe.
Finally i love the way bug's childhood ends softly and not the violent end she was sure of. "Time stands still. You’re seventeen and your childhood is coming to a close." Bug is so lucky to know she's in the good old days when they're happening to her. I don't like jonathan very much, but i appreciate they were kids together. they were almost girls together. having to figure out how to be adults apart is difficult for friends with less complicated histories.
This was a really beautiful story. I hope you know how much richer you make this story, and how much life you breathe into this world.
hi darling <333
passenger seat line ,,, i was DYING to write it for MONTHS !!!! my god it makes me giggle thinking about it. like yes steve pls dub me ur passenger princess <3
you understood the luck and love monologue perfectly. i also really do believe its brave to continue loving everyone and everything around you even in the most grim circumstances. its brave to keep loving even if the love itself has faded. to try again, to be human in doing so, its my favorite thing ever. its why i adore steve n bug so much. theyre trusting one another to love again, to try once more to accept the love theyre scared of. its raw and its tender and its terrifying. loving someone after your first love is i think, personally, the most authentic type of love. its the most vulnerable you will ever be and lowkey why im scared to love again as well.
the joyce and bug scene <333 theyre so special to me. bug really is the daughter joyce never had. she sees so much of herself in bug (and i also 100% picture an older bug just being joyce) and bug loves her like a mother as well. claudia is wonderful, but as you said: she doesnt know what bug has been through like joyce does. all claudia can do is patch up bugs wounds afterwards. its what made the scene so special to me: joyce reads bug so well, shes watched her take care of her boys the whole time shes known her, so for joyce to tell bug that she doesnt blame her ,,, its huge. to be told to live the life you deserve by the woman who you admire heavily is such an impactful thing.
bug and her guilt ,,, whew. youre so right that a lot of her guilt is irrational, thats the whole point. she piles so much on herself (we saw this more in season 2) because she physically cannot help it. its in her bones. she has to help, and in her eyes when her help fails, its her fault regardless of the circumstances. its such a #healthy way to live LMAO (season 4 will ruin her)
JUSTICE FOR THE WHEELERS UR SO RIGHT !!! its always bugged me that we never really see mike and nancy being siblings. nancy wasnt really concerned for mike (who had just lost his best friend mind you) in season 1 until WAY after he had gotten into so much shit. i hate the way the siblings are written, we so rarely get to see them be concerned for one another :(
and finally the goodbye scene. sigh. ive had her in my mind since we started season 2. i love her dearly, and the line with bug saying her and jon were more than just kids will stick with me forever. for some gnarly m lore: my first love and i were childhood best friends. when we broke up and severed all contact (because im insane), it truly did feel like my childhood had come to a close. it was terrifying. there i was, 19 and grieving, and i didnt know how to be someone without my ex. i wanted to portray that fear with jon and bug. when you grow up with someone, when this person knows everything about you, and they suddenly leave, its the most painful and confusing thing. i cannot explain it. but knowing that my childhood lives in my ex boyfriend, the same way his lives in me, even though we havent spoken in almost two years ,,, it haunts me, and yet oddly its comforting.
i was a kid with him. somewhere, a piece of me still is. im still that kid he met when we were 14, and hes still that kid to me, and i think its beautiful :)
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sally and wilbur are also such an interesting complicated relationship.
they're so so young when they meet and fall in love and have a baby. they're living in this shitty 2 bedroom flat where tommy's practically sleeping in a cupboard and the heating's broken and nothing works, but they don't really care but for different reasons.
for wilbur it's because he's used to not having much, and this life is something he worked so so hard towards that he doesn't care about the quality because for him, being free and having tommy in his custody and being able to earn money is all he's ever dreamed of, because he never felt like he was allowed or there was any point in dreaming better (also because he never thought about living a life for himself outside of tommy because in his mind, if it wasn't for the responsibility to care for him, he would have killed himself long ago; and so there's no point in dreaming things for himself because he doesn't have a life outside being the provider ANYWAYY) .
meanwhile sally, who comes from a much more stable background (both emotionally and financially), is in a headspace where she's much more. romanticising it i want to say? like she's a very wild person, especially at that time where's still really young (19-20), she wants to get out in the world and live with her boyfriend and she doesn't care about living in a shitty flat because it's true love and it's an adventure!
but the thing is, when things start actually getting serious, when she gets pregnant, she gets scared.
because the reason she was okay with that life is because she liked the freedom of it, the whole "living on the edge"; and having a baby is expectations and responsibility and being tied down. she considers not keeping the baby, but then she tells herself she'll be fine with it, that she loves wilbur and he's clearly over the moon at the news, and she doesn't want to disappoint him and she'll probably end up fine (obviously she's very young hence why she makes that choice but i just want to note wilbur would obviously never have been shitty about something like that. he Was really happy about the baby and yeah maybe there woudlve been disappointment, but he 100% would've supported her. it's just sally is very lost and confused and she doesn't know what to do or how to communicate that).
and so they have the baby and wilbur's so in love and overjoyed, and for him this is it. yes they still live in a shitty flat, living off three minimum wages (he has 2 jobs), to sustain two adults a baby and a teenager, but they'll make it work because they're in love and everything. i'm telling you, that man is ready to propose, he even saved up to buy a ring. for him, fundy's birth is proof that he's finally achieved his dream of having an actually stable family, with people that love him, and yeah it's hard right now but things are only gonna look up from now on.
but for sally it's vastly different, because she left home with all these ideas of living by herself and making it on her own and experiencing life but she just. doesn't know how to deal with this. she's terrified because she knows she's not as responsible as wilbur, who's had to act as a parent to tommy since he was a kid, who never had a childhood but who can handle heavy responsibilities.
she's scared of being tied down at 20 when she hasn't lived yet, whereas wilbur is in the direct opposite headspace where he never even thought he would make it to 20.
and so she leaves when fundy is just three months old, and it fucking wrecks wilbur.
like this isn't just a 20 yr old heartbreak, it's not just getting ghosted and dumped and not knowing why, it's having all his fragile hopes of building something good, a family, finally having someone by his side who would stick by him and help him and love him, completely shatter to the ground. it hurts even more because he's been lulled in a false sense of security where he thought they were on the same page when they were on like. completely different BOOKS, to continue the metaphor.
he still has the ring in his closet, but sally wasn't ready to get married at all. and already for secure adults this kind of breakup (being in love but with different goals) would already be something hard to accept and move forward from, but wilbur is. neither secure nor an adult despite what he claims. he's twenty and he's never been loved by anyone other than his little brother for more than a couple months and he thought this was it. it was like a fairytale, in a way, and it's really naive because just like sally, he's a kid!! they were in love but they never communicated well and they never talked about serious stuff like this.
and he's heartbroken and angry and devastated and also so embarrassed- i mean really, buying a wedding ring, he was getting way ahead of himself, as if sally would ever want to stay with him like that.
and it's back to square one, in a way. he's back to where he was at 18, freshly graduated from high school with 2 jobs, tommy finally in his custody, barely making ends meet, and so so lonely (hadn't met niki or any other of his friends yet, quackity was long gone to harvard). except now he has a baby, so it's even harder because he loves fundy so much but now he has to provide for a newborn and a teenager on his own, on top of dealing with the breakup.
but what i love about their relationship is also how it matures. once they've moved on, they never develop romantic feelings again for each other, but they do learn to work together and eventually be friends, for fundy's sake. mind you, that takes YEARS. after she ghosts him, wilbur doesn't have any sort of contact with her for at least three or four years, until he really needs help and he swallows his pride and asks for child support.
she still isn't fundy's mother, or is ready to be, but she does want to help how she can to try to make up for things. it's very stilted, because fundy doesn't know her, and wilbur's trying to be mature and helpful but he's still hurting.
after that, it's a long long time of awkwardly tiptoeing around each other and only texting to say they've picked fundy up from school or that they forgot his pyjamas, etc. she does build a sort-of relationship with fundy, and when fundy's like 6-7 he starts spending every second weekend at her house. they'll never be as close as fundy and wilbur are (or even fundy and quackity when he moves in with them but that's another post), but she's trying.
and with wilbur, they eventually become friends again. after years of working together for fundy, they do start to talk more and be friendlier. this is only possible because wilbur finally feels like he's moved on, especially now being with quackity in a much healthier & mature relationship, and so even though he forgave her a long time ago, now he actually feels comfortable talking to her normally.
she does feel really guilty about leaving for so long, but they talk about it, and it helps them both a lot, especially wilbur who spiralled trying to figure out why he did wrong to push her away, so learning it was a matter of not being ready was really healing for him.
so yeah i love how they grow from that, from being kids in love but not communicating, to adult friends who can actually talk to each other. she even goes to wilbur's and quackity's wedding!!
#writing my 11th novel of the night on the au#alex.rambles.txt#c!wilbur#sally the salmon#mcyt#the fostering au
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What's Matt's worst moment ever, in your opinion?
His father's death? Elektra? He's got, like, a trauma per episode (I want to hug him).
WHAT AN ANGSTY QUESTION, ANON, I LOVE YOU.
Here's my top 5:
Jack's death. Matt has just lost the most stable and secure thing in his life, and he has, essentially, nothing left. There's no evidence that Matt really has anyone else to even talk to. (Maybe Father Lantom, but it's possible that relationship didn't really grow until Matt was living at the orphanage.) Then there's the fact that Matt believes it's his fault. I mean...just imagine. On top of all of this, Matt is so young. How is he even supposed to process any of this?
Stick leaving. As might be apparent from my fics, I think Stick is directly responsible for a lot of Matt's problems. The fact that Stick left was bad enough; the way that Stick left makes it all so, so much worse. He basically told Matt to his face that he wasn't good enough (which is one of Matt's worst fears - if it wasn't already, then I think it became so in that moment), and he left in direct response to Matt showing affection, to Matt wanting their relationship to be more than just a warrior training another fighter. No wonder Matt keeps people at a distance. No wonder Matt thinks no one really wants to know the real him.
Foggy leaving (the first time). Foggy was not having a great time in NvM, we all get that, but still: Foggy could hardly have handled that worse. He finally saw the side of Matt that Matt had hidden for so long, and he refused to even acknowledge the good parts, choosing instead to focus on everything negative, and then choosing to leap beyond simply discussing actions to making judgments about Matt's character. That cuts deep. No wonder Foggy had to be the one to reach out afterwards; Matt wouldn't have dared.
Elektra dying (the first time). She'd finally chosen to be good...and it killed her. Now, this was Elektra's choice and we shouldn't diminish her agency by acting like Matt forced her into it (any more than we should diminish Matt's agency by acting like she forced him into some of his Season 2 choices). However, Matt definitely sees it as his fault. Then there's the fact that she died not only choosing to be good, but taking the hit meant for him. Now, in Matt's mind, it's completely his fault. Add to that how he feels that he doesn't really have Foggy or Karen in his life anymore, and...well, we see how it affects him when we check in with him in the beginning of Defenders. He's hanging on by a thread.
Finding out about Maggie (and Father Lantom). This is a vicious one-two punch. His mom knowingly let him grow up alone, despite being right there. And his priest did the same thing. The effect it has is immediate: he shuts everyone out, and basically shuts himself off from his own humanity. The only part of his life that makes any sense anymore is Daredevil.
Other awful moments (the break-up with Elektra, Foggy leaving the second time, the break-up with Karen, Claire rejecting him, etc.) are a bit lesser, I think. With Elektra and Foggy, maybe I'm projecting, but I think the trauma of both of them leaving is mitigated somewhat by his conviction that he did the right thing (by refusing to kill for Elektra, and by refusing to give up Daredevil for Foggy). With Karen and Claire, it's messier because with Karen, he did lie to her, and with Claire, he did think he was too close to the line for her to be with him.
I also want to briefly discuss his blindness. That would have been a horrifying moment for him, going from having (apparently) 20/20 vision, to suddenly having NLP - on top of the pain and shock of how it happened. However, I don't think that moment would be as traumatizing for Matt as the top 5 I've listed above because although sight is important and trying to suddenly live without it is terrifying, I think relationship trauma will always cut deeper for Matt than physical trauma.
Thank you for the very angsty (but fun) question, Anon! What does everyone else think? What are Matt's worst moments?
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Terms & Conditions [Deku] (Angst)
(One-shot 17/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays - and sometimes Sundays.)
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Tags: Izuku x OC, Midoriya x OC, Deku x OC, Izuku Midoriya, Deku, Original Female Character(s), Ichijiku Aoki, Tigress, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Shouta Aizawa, Eraserhead, Papazawa, Hound Dog, UA High School, Pro Heroes in Training, OC Tends to Self-Sabotage, And Self-Sacrifice, Aizawa Calls Her Out on It, But Also Reminds Her to Take Care of Herself, She a Little Depresso Espresso, But She Gets Counseling from Hound Dog, Deku is a Proper Ray of Sunshine, And Comforts Her Afterwards
Word Count: 2,106 words
Summary: Ichijiku is called into Mr. Aizawa's office after he notices she hasn't been herself. After a brief discussion with him and Hound Dog, Ichijiku talks with Deku about how she's been feeling for the past few weeks.
Ichijiku (Tigress)
“Aoki-san, a word in my office, please.” Mr. Aizawa says.
“Am I in trouble, sir?” I whisper, looking up at him with a slump in my shoulders.
“No, nothing like that. Just a check in.” He reassures me, remaining quiet until we’re both in the classroom and he’s at the door, gesturing for me to leave.
As I step through the threshold and walk towards his office, I go over the possible reasons he might need to speak to me. Unlike America, homeroom teachers aren’t just there to be an extra teacher. Homeroom teachers in Japan act as your second father, and I’m sure by now Dad is grateful Aizawa is mine.
Even I can say for myself that I’m an emotional burden for anyone to carry.
We step in and I set my bag down beside the chair opposite his desk as he shuts the door. I wait until he’s standing by his seat before I seat myself. My eyes can’t seem to meet his, though, and I use my hair as a curtain between us. Authority has always terrified me.
“You’re not in any trouble,” He begins by reassuring me again. “But I want to know if there’s anything going on that’s contributed to your unusual behavior lately.”
Anything else he says dies in my ears. My body stiffens, rigid as a board. I grip my uniform skirt over my knees and instantly combat the traitorous tears blurring my vision. That’s why he called me in here? No one’s noticed anything, not even Dad. How would Mr. Aizawa notice?! He’s trained to notice these things, Little One. You’re not in trouble. We can tell him the truth. No. No one ever listens to me, anyway. Why would he? In my ongoing mental combat, I remain stiff and unspeaking.
“Normally, my students often struggle because of their grades in my class. But yours are on par with some of your higher scoring peers. Even in math, your struggle subject, you keep stable and ask for help. So I take it that your trials are not academic in nature, right?” He goes on. I can feel his eyes trained on me.
“I don’t know what kind of unusual behavior you’re talking about.” I force my muscles to loosen as I speak, never looking up. “Can you explain that?”
“Whether or not you realize it, you’re normally a bright and optimistic personality in the classroom. You may be much quieter, but you are typically passionate about things you enjoy and kind to your peers. You often wait for your friends and make sure everyone’s cared for on and off the training fields.” All of the compliments make my sad little heart shudder with hope, even if delivered in my teacher’s monotonous drone. “For the past few months, however, you’ve grown more detached. You don’t make eye contact in class. You keep your head down. You’re often the first to leave even if your friends stay behind.”
Because no one listens to me, so why say anything at all? I think, but I know that in part that’s a lie. I just stare at my feet, loosen the tension in the rest of my muscles, and clear my throat to keep my voice steady.
“You have nothing to worry about, Sensei. I’m perfectly fine.”
“Look up at me, Aoki-san.” He orders, and I can’t stop myself from complying. He may be tired and try to play the apathetic authority figure, but we all know that our teacher is compassionate. “I know that’s a lie.”
My jaw clenches and my lip quivers, and he sees it.
Maybe he can offer some advice. It’s okay to ask for help. Asking for help just proves that I’m weak. Asking for help just proves that you’re human, Little One.
“No one listens to me.” I whisper, barely aware I’ve said it until the rest comes tumbling out. “I’m the quiet kid. Everyone listens to me when it’s convenient for them. Even my closest friends interrupt or only like talking to me whenever I agree with them.” Tears escape and I snap my head down, afraid of the scolding I’ll get for crying. You can talk to him. He is safe. “I’m only wanted when I’m useful or have something to offer. I know Bakugo’s normally aggressive, but he gets even more defensive and asserts more dominance when I have an opinion that’s opposed to his. I know that’s not surprising, but it still hurts. We’ve been good friends for a long time but it feels like when we spend more time hanging out, he expects me to share his thoughts and agree with him about everything. And if I don’t then my voice suddenly doesn’t matter anymore.”
“That is a reasonable concern, Aoki-san. But, I assume there’s more?”
“Stop knowing me!” I huff a little laugh, before wiping my eyes and continuing. “Hanoku and I are best friends, too, but sometimes it feels like she only wants me around for what I can give her…because I’m of use to her. I’m not saying everyone has to agree with me or cater to my whims. I know they have other things to do.” Better things than putting up with me… “But her…even Sayuri will often only listen to me when I have something she contributes worthy to listen to in a conversation. It just feels like everyone I talk to thinks I’m too snobbish because I’m quiet, or I say stuff they don’t like, so they don’t bother listening. I just want them to care about me…because I really care about them.” I shrug.
“You just want to be loved because you’re you, not because of a service you provide.”
Something suddenly clicks and I look up at Mr. Aizawa, tears and all.
“Do you feel that way sometimes, Sensei?” My heart squeezes. “Because of your quirk?”
The bad voice doubles down. Other people have problems, too. Mr. Aizawa probably puts up with this on a daily basis and he doesn’t whine about it.
“I do, sometimes.” He nods.
“I’m sorry,” And I mean it. I hide behind my hair again, hearing the seam whine under my fingers as I grip my skirt again. “You have the same feelings and I’m whining about mine. I apologize.”
“You’re allowed to hurt, Aoki-san. Especially when people you care very deeply about don’t always measure up. We may be heroes, but we’re only human.” He reminds me.
“Yeah, but you have other problems to worry about. And so do they. So I feel like talking about my problems makes me selfish,” I whimper and then mutter. “I should be grateful anyone pays attention to me at all.”
“You’re not being selfish for addressing human conditions that need attention.” Mr. Aizawa says this slowly enough that I look up at him, scared to believe such a statement. “I mean it. I’m your homeroom teacher. Any emotional or mental concerns you have are meant to be addressed here. It can be something small or something big. My job is to provide you with the tools to get through it with your head held high.”
“So I’m not,” I pause, tapping my teeth together behind closed lips. “I’m not being mean or ungrateful?”
“Your concerns about your friends putting conditions on their affection for you is not being mean or ungrateful. It’s a concern. A valid one. You care very deeply about them, yes? And while you may sometimes want things from them, they aren’t demands. You’ll hang around them even if your requests aren’t fulfilled and their opinions are different from yours. You’re allowed to be upset because you feel like they don’t extend the same courtesy to you. You feel like they make demands of you because you think they won’t love you as much if you don’t do anything for them. Regardless of if it’s true, it hurts because you care about those people.”
“Yeah, but…” I sniffle and pick at the fabric of my skirt. “I shouldn’t feel that way. I shouldn’t feel like I deserve anything more.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m just…” I shrug my shoulders. “Me.”
“And that is exactly why you deserve more than what you think.”
. . . . .
Mr. Aizawa leads me to Hound Dog for extra help on learning to work through my emotions and give them space. By the time I walk out, I’m feeling a good deal better than when I stepped in. I feel less like my friends secretly hate me and more confident that they still love me without conditions.
“Honeydoodle!” Deku’s voice breaks into my menagerie of thoughts as I give my thanks to my teachers. He gives a bow to Mr. Aizawa and Hound Dog as they leave, but his focus stays on me. “I was wondering where you went. Are you okay?”
“Me? Yeah, I’m okay. Mr. Aizawa was checking on me and decided I could use a little help from Hound Dog.”
“Are you feeling well?”
“Just a little sad, but I’m feeling better now after talking about it.” I reassure him, pulling him into a hug.
“Aww, do you need a–oh, yeah that!” He laughs for a moment before giving me a good squeeze. When we pull back, he holds my hand and we start heading out. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“I want to be honest and talk with you about it.” I pause, chewing my lip as I weigh the consequences of being vulnerable with him. “I don’t know if I can tell you without making you sad or mad at me.”
“You can trust me, Ichan. If it becomes more than I can handle, we’ll take some time to think before we come back to it.” He assures me with a smile. “So, what’s wrong?”
The brisk wind of autumn answers him before I do, whipping his green hair around his face and haloing him like an angel as I think about how to explain what I’ve been feeling for the past several weeks.
“Lately, it feels like everyone only keeps me around because of what I can give them, not because I’m their friend.” I begin, swinging our arms as we walk off campus and down the street. “I talked with Hound Dog about it. Mr. Aizawa ratted me out and told him that I have a habit of self-sacrificing instead of taking care of myself.”
“Hehe, he’s said that about me, too.” Deku rubs the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. “But at least that’s something we can both help each other with.”
“Yeah. We basically figured out that I’ve been feeling overwhelmed because I overexert myself for others. I expect the same from them but I don’t tell them when I need it, so…” I try to remember how Hound Dog put it, but decide on an analogy when I can’t find the right words. “He said I’ve been offering all of myself to everyone…pouring all of the water from my cup into others and hoping others will offer the same to help replenish me.”
“And,” He playfully pinches my cheek to make me look at him. “You feel like we don’t?”
“Sometimes. But we spoke today about how I don’t get filled because I put my needs secondary. I don’t tell anyone I need help, which is why I’m trying to do better and talk to you.” I admit, glancing at him for a moment before taking a deep breath and looking at my toes instead of the approaching train station. “Because even though I’ve been acting like I’ve been fine for so long…the truth is, I’m really hurting most of the time. I get tired, same as everyone else. But I don’t want any of you to be upset, so I pretend I’m not bothered.”
Deku abruptly pulls me against his chest the second we find a spot to stand on the train. My heart stops, but I allow myself to melt against the firm warmth of his chest. I begin dozing against his shoulder before he speaks.
“You’re one of the strongest people I know, Ichijuku.” He whispers. “I’m sorry that we often take that for granted, and I can’t speak for everyone, but know that I don’t just keep you around because of what you can give me. I want you by my side because you’re one of the kindest, gentlest souls I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing and calling mine.”
The dull ache in my chest smooths out into an affectionate glow, pulling tears down my cheeks as the endless activity of my mind finally quiets.
Want More Deku? Try: Below Ground Zero - Rhythm & Blues
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Decided to turn a couple of my OCs into Zelda races!
Why? Because I know for a fact that I can't just draw Dal n' Rev all day. One day I'll branch out, and that means I need more practice with everything else Hyrule has to offer =w=
'Specially the Zoras. Those damn fish... head... tail... things =_="
I'll be sticking their mini-bios under a readmore :3
Makani
A Gerudo journeying across Hyrule. Blessed with fire magic, she left Gerudo Town to learn how to properly control said power, mainly via fighting as many monsters as she can. She hopes to one day return to the desert and challenge the legendary Molduking. Has an affinity for baking, and has considered establishing her own bakery somewhere pleasant and pretty.
While Makani has a number of goals on her mind, one she struggles with revolves around her eventually finding a voe. She doesn't want to just... have a kid for the sake of adding to the next generation, then waltz off to continue pursuing her own desires like her mother did. She wants to find a husband and start a loving family, but still has dreams, and only has so much time to do either. Subconsciously, she feels like she's being rushed to pick one thing and stick with it forever, which stresses her out.
Dusty
A Goron traveling with Makani. He considers Makani his sworn sister because of the matching heart-shaped marks (okay Dusty's is a rock) on their necks. Like his name implies, he's known for leaving large trails of dust clouds whenever he rolls around. He uses this to his advantage when fighting monsters; blocking their vision with dust, then striking from behind. He can also use the spikes on his back to scale up various walls.
Dusty is particularly fond of crashing into things. Monsters, large rocks, ore deposits, you name it, he'll crash it. Like most other Gorons, he doesn't like the taste of gems, but still collects them to make easy rupees. After hearing about the powers each gem can hold, he's kept one of each type for himself, as he's now debating over whether he should just attach them to his weapons and call it a day or keep more and have them converted into jewelry later. That "diamond circlet" thing sounds pretty badass, after all...
Tuno
A young Zora that was found washed up on the shores of Hateno Beach by Symin some time prior to the events of BotW. Rather than let the child swim back out to the unknowns of the sea, Tuno was instead brought to the Domain, where he was taken in by Laflat. Much like Link, Tuno never says a word, but can communicate with other Zoras by wiggling his fins.
Tuno has abilities similar to that of a puffer fish, in that he can puff up his tail and raise a set of spines to stab/scare any would-be assailants or threats. However, unlike puffer fish, he isn't poisonous in any way. He rarely puffs up, both because he's difficult to scare, and because it looks embarrassingly silly. The one thing that does scare him, however, is Octoroks. It's possible that some kind of Octorok had terrified Tuno in the past, maybe even drove him away from the sea entirely.
Tuna
A Hylian boy who lives at the Woodland Stable. He's Tuno's best friend, and the two are as close as siblings. Tuna often wonders if it's possible for a person to turn into a Zora, and likes to daydream about what his "Zora form" would look like. Prefers playing with the horses rather than actually tending to them, and is often begging his parents to let him start his riding lessons.
For reasons unknown, Tuna is prone to falling ill on the night of a blood moon, often left bedridden by sunset. He's become a sort of alarm at the stable because of this, where if anyone is wondering when a blood moon will rise, they just check on him. If he's feeling dizzy, that means one's coming. He'll recover the following morning without fail, but this doesn't stop his parents and fish bro from worrying about him.
#botw#loz botw#tears of the kingdom#Gerudo#Goron#Zora#Hylian#Makani Corey#Gerudo!Makani#Dusty Corey#Goron!Dusty#Tuno Beetles#Zora!Tuno#Tuna Beetles#Hylian!Tuna#i think out of all of them Tuno's my favorite#he just looks so cute as a fish kid! XD#axewchaoscribbles
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Prompt ask! 😍
"I need you, though"
guess who went to the zoo today i went to the zoo today so this is the premise of my zookeeper au in ficlet form
(1.6k) (warning: himbo obi-wan)
Obi-Wan Kenobi is leaning against the post of the goat pin, watching him.
Anakin doesn’t quite know what to do about that, and he decides to table the issue until he has a moment to shoo the man away.
What he can’t figure out is why Obi-Wan Kenobi is here. They’ve never talked. Until this very moment, he hadn’t realized Obi-Wan Kenobi even knew who he was, but when he turns his head slightly to the side to peek over at him, it’s definitely him that he’s looking at.
Of course he knows who Obi-Wan Kenobi is though. He’s one of the best zookeepers in the Coruscant Zoo—and probably the most recognizable. After all, he’s the head of the team that works with the big cats, and everyone comes to the zoo to see the lions and tigers be fed and sleep. And whatever else the lions and tigers do.
It probably helps that the guy feeding them and playing with them is undeniably also probably handsomest man in all of Coruscant.
Maybe not, Anakin doesn’t know.
What Anakin does know is that it’s very hard to look in Obi-Wan’s direction without imagining beard burn on his thighs, a fact of life that’s thus far not mattered much.
But now he’s surrounded by little children, exhausted moms, and goats, sheep, rabbits, and ponies. Arousal is not one of the feelings he should be having at this moment.
He throws the fresh hay down by the stable and wipes the sweat off his forehead. He needs to get Obi-Wan Kenobi to leave because he probably has—like, an actual job to do. He’s wearing his zookeeping jumpsuit, which means he probably should be on the other side of the zoo, prodding sleeping lions or petting tigers.
He’s probably scaring the bunnies, smelling all like big cat and predator and sandalwood cologne with just a hint of spice—
Look, it’s normal that Anakin knows what Obi-Wan Kenobi smells like. They’ve passed each other in the hall before, at work events. He’s pretty sure Obi-Wan Kenobi has come out of the bathroom right before Anakin went in a few times too, so it’s not like it’s abnormal to know how the guy smells.
And the most important thing is he can’t be smelling like that around Anakin’s babies, because they’re probably terrified and they have to put up with enough with all the snot-nosed brats that come in and try to pull their tails or ears.
On his way over to Obi-Wan Kenobi, he sees a little girl in a princess dress doing just that with Cinny-Minny Bun Bun, which is a crime too grievous to go unpunished, so he redirects his body immediately to snatch the poor bunny away from the girl’s grubby little fingers. “You’ll hurt her doing that,” Anakin chides in a perfectly polite sort of voice, cuddling the bunny to his chest. Cinny is quivering. “What if someone came up and pulled on your ears? How would you like that?”
The little girl looks at him for two seconds before promptly bursting into tears. Internally, Anakin rolls his eyes. Kids cry about everything, but they especially don’t like being told that they can’t torture small animals.
Psychopaths, all of them.
He keeps Cinny against his chest as he turns away from the kid and finishes his trek over to Obi-Wan, who is giving him a very unimpressed raised eyebrow.
“You can’t be here, you’re scaring the animals with your—big cat scent,” he says once they’re face to face, separated by the posts of the fence around the petting zoo.
“You’re scaring the children,” Obi-Wan Kenobi points out, which may be the first words he’s ever said to him directly.
Anakin scowls and adjusts his hold on Cinny-Minny. “Children are the worst.”
Now Obi-Wan is smiling slightly, which is a really good look for him. “Your job hinges upon being able to work with animals and children, and—and, Mr. Skywalker, that was a very disappointing display I just witnessed. I understand thata you’re still grieving the unexpected loss of your wife, but you have to keep your personal life from affecting your work, or we’ll be forced to terminate your contract with Coruscant Zoo. I’ll be making a note of this incident in your file for your performance review at the end of the month.”
This is all said very sternly and with a self-assured yet disapproving tone.
But Anakin thinks he’d probably notice if he had a wife and also if she died tragically. He blinks at Obi-Wan and wonders if the man is having a stroke. He’s also pretty sure Obi-Wan can’t actually fire him.
He could probably sic the big cats on him though, which is less than optimal.
“Uh,” Anakin settles on saying.
Obi-Wan’s eyes dart away from his face and then back to him before he breaks out into a grin. “Sorry, the mother of the child you traumatized was coming over looking rather unhappy. I thought if I told you off for your outlandish and boarish behavior, she wouldn’t feel the need to. And she’s turned back now, so. You’re welcome.”
Anakin blinks. “Me and my dead wife thank you,” he finally says. “You need to go though. They can probably smell Split Pea all over you.”
“I don’t actually roll around with the lion as much as you may think I do,” Obi-Wan says, and both of his eyebrows are raised.
“Oh, of course. That’s just the tigers.”
“Chowder and Gumbo enjoy my company, but for the most part I do stay out of all of my enclosures. They’re big cats, not exactly petting zoo material.”
“Which is why you need to leave,” Anakin says again, in case Obi-Wan didn’t hear that part. “You’re scaring Cinny-Minny.”
“Cinny-Minny.”
“Cinnamon Minerva Bun Bun.”
Now it’s Obi-Wan’s turn to blink. “Ah. Of course.”
“All your animals are named after soups,” Anakin says defensively. “Don’t throw stones.”
Obi-Wan looks amused, which is also a very good look on him, the fucker. “I didn’t say anything,” he points out.
Anakin scowls and clutches Cinny close. He’s ninety percent sure she’s fallen asleep.
“You need to leave,” he reiterates. “I need you though,” Obi-Wan says, and then looks slightly horrified. “Your hands. No, sorry. I mean—” it’s the first time this entire conversation that Obi-Wan Kenobi has been flustered, and Anakin would be enjoying it a lot more if he could think past all the mental images of what Obi-Wan could use his hands for.
“That,” Obi-Wan finally spits out, looking mortified as he rubs a hand over his face and uses his other one to gesture at—
Anakin blinks down at Cinny. “My bunny?”
Does Obi-Wan think the petting zoo animals are like class pets that the employees can go home with? How did he get such an erroneous conception and also why is Anakin sort of jealous of a rabbit right now?
“Yes,” Obi-Wan says. “Well, no.”
“Thanks for clearing that one up,” Anakin says gamely. “Want to try again?”
Obi-Wan sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, like Anakin is the one being difficult here. “I…am in need of your expertise.”
“My expertise. In…bunnies?”
“Yes,” Obi-Wan snaps. Anakin blinks at him. “I—my friend is out of town for a month, and he asked me to pet sit for him. And I think I’m killing the rabbit.”
This is pretty alarming actually.
“What?”
“It’s not eating anything and it just—sits in its hutch. I haven’t seen it eat any of the food I’ve left out, and it’s like. Shaking?” Obi-Wan crosses his arms. “I’m worried I’ve given it a terrible case of seasonal depression, honestly, but my friend’s daughter will literally never forgive me if I kill her rabbit.”
Anakin thinks he probably agrees with the friend’s daughter, and something like that may flash across his face because it’s Obi-Wan’s turn to scowl.
“I’ve tried everything that works for my cats,” he says. “Nothing. I’m running out of ideas, Anakin.”
This is the first time Obi-Wan’s said his name, and Anakin finds himself half-distracted by how much he enjoys the way it sounds in his voice. But more importantly: “Wait, sorry, did you—did you, what, give the bunny extra bloody meat? Put the food on a stick and wriggle it around to encourage its predator instincts to come out and play?”
Obi-Wan’s silent for a moment too long.
“Oh my god,” Anakin says before bursting into laughter so fierce that he has to shove Cinny into Obi-Wan’s hands just to clutch his own stomach.
Obi-Wan holds the bunny like he’s holding a lit stick of dynamite, and it only makes Anakin laugh harder. This is a man who routinely walks into small spaces already inhabited by clawed and fanged predators and scratches them behind the ears, but the fluffy bunny in his hands looks as if it may break him.
“Alright, thank you,” Obi-Wan says, sounding more than a little put-out and ticked off. “Alright.”
Anakin’s laughter finally peters out, and he takes Cinny Minny back from Obi-Wan before he can give the rabbit PTSD or anything. “Okay,” he hears himself say, which is weird because he hasn’t thought at all about the actual request, unable to think past the mental image of Obi-Wan trying to find a bunny the way he feeds his lions. “Yeah, okay. Do you need just like—advice or. Pet websites? A blog forum?” “Come over,” Obi-Wan demands. “I learn best through hands-on demonstration.”
Anakin doesn’t say any of the five things that come to mind because they’re all a bit sleazy and he’s better than that. “Okay,” he hears himself say again. “Yeah, okay.”
“Excellent,” Obi-Wan smiles at him before reaching out and using two fingers to gently pet the space between Cinny’s ears.
It’s probably the most attractive thing Anakin’s seen in the last month.
He doesn’t want to think about what that says about him.
#asks#obikin#zookeeper au#prompt fill#this was fun but also for some reason it took me like 4 hours rip my writing brain#i had PLANS for writing today ffs!!!#i'm posting now later than i wanted but i'll probably reblog tomorrow at a better time#so no fun tags on this guy for now#but also thnak oyu for the song recs everyone!!!!!!!!#i am going to make a playlist of them all :D#yall are beautiful <3#oh!! it's my friend amys bday and shes going to the zoo tomorrow so this silly shit is dedicated to her!!!#zoos are fun!!!#peoplewatching at zoos is even better!!#kids just say the wildest things
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To answer your question as to who mari would be in this I raise you two options: if you were to make a sashisu x reader omori au (including nanami and haibara) reader could either be mari OR…. reader could be basil…bc imagine the survivors guilt😭😭
ANON????????? YOU’RE LITERALLY INSANE?????? YOU CAN’TTTTTTT DROP SUCH A BIGBRAINED CONCEPT IN MY ASK BOX AND EXPECT ME TO BE FINE 😭😭😭😭😭
no because this ask has been haunting me since i saw it ………. the potential here………… we’re gonna have to Discuss this. in depth. anon take my hand 🤲 hold it tight so we don’t lose each other in the brain rot
first of all SASHISU X READER OMORI AU ARE YOU INSANE??????? THAT’S SOOOO GOOD WHAT….. u little genius why do i lowkey wanna write this now 😞
okay so . this is just me spitballing …. but …… what if. omori!shoko… kel!haibara……. basil!gojo….. aubrey!nanami and hero!sugu🤔🤔🤔 what do we think anon. honestly i just got kind of attached to shoko being omori but i could see sugu taking that role too !! still, he reminds me a lot of hero :(( the guilt he feels…. all that leftover love for mari that he tries to turn into something good by becoming a doctor…..,,,, the way he returns to keep the group stable. it just makes sense to me!! i feel like he would bear the most guilt over reader’s death, blaming himself for not noticing anything… :(( he absolutely hasn’t moved past it but he’s trying so hard to keep himself intact.
and honestly nanami and haibara are kinda self-explanatory… haibara is Literally kel and emo nana reminds me a lot of aubrey !! i could see him being so attached to reader as a child and just being so angry over it all yk???? lashing out at everyone. he loved them so dearly and saw them as an older sibling and he can’t stand the idea of moving on from any of it.
and ohhhhh basil!gojo…….. he’s so. so so so guilty. so terrified of everyone leaving him. this is one i’m a lil unsure abt but i can still see it yk??? him and shoko bearing all this silent guilt, keeping it from suguru…… gojo being so attached to you but choosing to bear the guilt along with shoko… because he’s The Strongest and he couldn’t let her bear that kind of sin alone . DO WE SEE THE VISION……….,
ok but alternatively….., sugu is omori and shoko is hero 👀👀👀👀 sugu who shuts himself away from the guilt …… represses it ………. gojo who bears the sin of reader’s death along with him. because they’re best friends who share everything. and shoko being the glue that keeps them together in a way… that shows up when things get ugly…. hero being a doctor is also so fitting. and her silent suffering over reader’s death that she doesn’t let anyone see……,.,,,, shoko/reader canon idc
and then obv the final confrontation between sugu and gojo……, sugu and himself…….. ”you loved her and you killed her.” I FEEL ILLLLLL tbh this version feels so much more fitting 😭😭😭 omori!shoko still has a special place in my heart tho. but just imagine the final battle between sugu and gojo… letting go of their guilt when they see each other in the hospital ….., sighhhhh. this au makes me so emotional T_T
#ANON TYSM FOR THE FOOD BELOVED#if u have any more thoughts ur always welcome to share !!! <333#this au … this au …… sigh. sigh sigh sigh#omori is so fucking GOOD i wish omocat wasnt weird 😭😭😭 cant even love this game in peace bc of them smh#but no this is genuinely genius anon u need to get a prize for this#i am kissing ur beautiful brain#omori!sugu/basil!gojo is so real to me#AND READER BEING MARI HHHHH anon i owe u everything …..#i hope ur having a wonderful day / night <3333#ask tag ✩
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I'm itching to play Sims 2 again aggfhhd! Last time I had it installed I had to give it up because of the dreaded pink soup. Idk how to fix it tbh. But once I have time I will try yet again. Here's hoping it goes well.
Anyway, a lil update on my life.
I'm not moving to the countryside with my mum after all. The biggest reasons being that I need to be able to go to therapy every week, and that my mum can't provide me with the support that I need and I also can't truly trust that I would be safe living with her because of her abusive boyfriend. Instead I'm moving back in with my dad and brothers, mostly because this is where I grew up and I feel safe and happy in our home. I get the support I need to be able to go through everything PTSD and the rest of my illnesses cause. Once I'm more stable I'll try to find my own apartment somewhere near or move in with my mum if things get better. We'll see. Right now I'm quite bitter having a mum that is unable to support me and keep me safe. She failed in both areas in a way that would make most people go no contact. Trauma sucks.
This was such a hard decision to make because it is my dream that I gave up on for now. It does hurt that I can't rely on my mum. I'm not victim blaming but her choosing an abuser over and over again is a conscious choice by now. I tried my best in keeping her safe and supporting her while trying to help her leave. She took him back again anyway. Even after he abused me as well. I know how manipulation and abuse of all kinds affects you and how difficult it is leaving. But I think a mother that doesn't protect her daughter when literally witnessing a partner abusing said daughter... Well, a mother like that is kind of fucked up. I honestly don't know how to even process this. I know this is kind of trauma dumping but I really needed to get this off my chest.
I'm focusing on myself now. I can't be my mum's therapist or savior anymore. I'm struggling with enough myself. PTSD certainly doesn't get easier to deal with when the amount of trauma one goes through since childhood is a number high enough I stopped counting a long time ago. It's embarrassing to be someone who's lived with abuse all her life. It's not right. It's terrifying when you really think about it. One traumatic event is already enough to deal with and does so much damage. Me? I feel like there's something wrong with me for experiencing plenty of traumatic events. I've survived but at what cost? If only I'd gotten the help I needed earlier. Ten years ago, or even earlier. Maybe it's stupid to mourn the loss of a whole different life, a different self. What could've been. What could've beens haunt me still. Nevertheless, I will find a way to make the most of this life and cultivate happiness, and keep growing so that I can be the person I need to be. It's silly, anyway, to regret something you had no control over. I need to learn how to live in the present and remember that while this life has been hard a lot of good has happened as well. There's so much beauty and joy still left all around. Hope lives no matter who believes in it.
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Mockingjay Epilogue
So, I don’t think the Mockingjay Epilogue is bad in the way the Harry Potter Epilogue is. It doesn’t butcher character motivations, change fundamental character traits, or give the main character’s child a stupid name. The Mockingjay Epilogue is good, great even, in many ways: it shows Katniss & Peeta “growing back together” and repairing their relationship, Katniss heals enough to trust the world to have children and love completely, Katniss doesn’t provide her children’s names, etc. But like three things about the epilogue really bother me and I have no where to talk about - so now it’s your problem.
1. The Time Frame for Children. Part of my problem with this is very me-based and part of it is more objective. I think it would’ve been better if the timeframe of Peeta and Katniss having children was indefinite and not specified. (Like years later or when they were ready; the whole passage would have to change but Suzanne could do it. I have faith). For me, partly because I’m young, 15 years is such a long time that it’s hard to grasp. I don’t think that 33 is old to have children (my mom was 40 when I was born) but it just feels like a long time. I am also someone who wants children but would wait until I am financially stable and in a good place in my career - but I can’t help but wondering what the fuck Katniss and Peeta are doing for 15 years. (I personally lean more to like 8 years - I just vibe with it more). More substantially, I think leaving the timeframe to the readers’ imagination is better (and gives a more diverse array of post-canon fics); if people don’t know the timeline and they are curious they will keep thinking about.
2. Peeta Begging for Kids. /hyp, but still. The idea that Peeta is super eager to have children, asks her to have them, and is ready a decade before Katniss is ludicrous to me. Peeta, first of all, knows how Katniss feels about children when they get married and he is sensitive enough to not bring it up directly. More importantly, though, Peeta has probably the same amount of shit to work through before he would be comfortable having kids. You guys don’t think he’s terrified of having a flashback and KILLING HIS BABY? (Obviously people do think that). Peeta is also a victim of abuse from his mother and definitely needs to sort through that shit with Dr. Aurelius. I imagine him being ready 3 years before Katniss max, but I don’t think he would ask her to have kids.
3. Mrs. Everdeen. Okay, I could literally write an essay about this (and I will if someone asks) so here’s the abridged version: I think that Katniss could eventually forgive Mrs. Everdeen for her neglect after Mr. Everdeen died. Katniss also struggles with depression (she can empathize) and Mrs. Everdeen didn’t have access to a support system, social safety net, or psychiatric care. Mrs. Everdeen’s most unforgivable act - that really pisses me off - is not following Katniss to D12 and taking care of her. I understand not wanting to go back there - but Katniss is her daughter who cannot leave. Her last remaining family member is struggling, slowly dying really, and Mrs. Everdeen didn’t get help (which is hard, don’t get me wrong) and take care of Katniss. She has one chance to be a mother to Katniss and blows it. I have a good mother, I have a good grandmother - it would be inconceivable for either of them to stay away from their child when they are suffering. Mrs. Everdeen does not deserve to be forgiven after abandoning her last remaining family member at the worst point of her life. [Depression is a serious illness and I don’t want to minimize that. Mrs Everdeen isn’t explicitly depressed after Prim’s death (so she could just be grieving) or she could be depressed and struggling, and still help Katniss. Peeta is so not fine when he comes back to D12 but he and Katniss still help each other. My point is that she still should’ve come to D12 and shouldn’t be forgiven for abandoning Katniss.]
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Desperately rises from the dead to feverishly speak
(Cw s/h, school related trauma, physical abuse?, sexual harassment mention)
Hey. One time in 5th grade a substitute teacher hit me. She used a small stack of papers and it wasn't very hard. She didn't like the thing I said to her and used this motion to dismiss the (maybe kinda snarky) thing I said and it felt really bad.
I told my mom that this happened and she was really upset that a teacher hit me in any manner. I didn't really care too much that I was hit, it just felt kinda bad and I felt embarassed. She didn't harm me, I didn't even feel bad about the act of her hitting me, it was the embarassment that came with it.
But, my mom was mad that she hit me. So my mom kicked up a fuss.
It was handled very well. I sat down with the principal and the teacher and we talked and she apologized and it was a really good conversation where my feelings were validated and it was handled with grace and understanding for everyone involved.
The next week, I was called back down to the office. I remember everything down to what I was wearing. This time I went in to talk to the vice principal, who had a reputation for being a hardass.
With no apparent knowledge of the previous constructive conversation, the vice principal proceeded to tell me about how horrible it was that I was trying to make this woman lose her job and how I was wasting everyone's time over something so small.
I got sent into the main public goddamned lobby of the office to "calm down" because I was crying so hard I couldn't speak. I was apologizing to anyone I saw. I just would not stop crying. I could not calm down.
The main principal took a bit to realize what had happened but I was at this point missing my lunch period. The principal let me calm down in private and got me a grilled cheese from the lunch room and I think I ended up needing to go home.
Anyway about three weeks ago I reported a coworker for a sexual joke that I rubbed me the wrong way and just being told that the way I responded to the joke was "also inappropriate" broke me to the point I needed to leave work for the day and put me in an acute episode that is still realistically ongoing.
I feel bad about everything all the time, even situations that go very well, because I keep thinking there's going to be someone else who is actually very mad at me.
I am rawdogging my (indeterminate) mood disorder (jury is out on whether its psychotic MDD, bipolar 1, or schizoaffective), my adhd, my autism, and the dissociative disorder I was so desperate to have that I went searching for it way before I should have, I haven't been stable since fucking January, and I keep getting flashes of lucidity that slip through my fingers and the only thing that's helping is self harm.
I may have lost a life changing job opportunity because I was having violent flashbacks during the interview and could barely get a word out. I have been scaring my partner with my mood elevations to several very drastic breaking points and I think if he hadn't broken down to me earlier this week and we kept at it like this for six more months I probably would've driven us both into permenant solutions because I get so fixated on solutions and fixing the problem that I just kept throwing my face at fucking fixing everything and I've been making his life hell for some months now.
I'm unmedicated, I don't have insurance, all I have is my income from my full time job.
I think I can make it through. It's so scary but I think I can make it through, I'm just terrified for the things I might break in my attempts to just exist and survive.
So that's Nory's anecdote for today.
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I'm gonna finally go back to making a WH pirate au so best be prepared!! Especially since the couple characters I want to start making the character designs for are Barnaby, Sally and Wally. (They're my top 3)
Other than that, here's some brainstorm I did for all of the characters on what roles they have in the crew.... (some might be changed but who knows right?)
For Barnaby, I really want to make him the quartermaster. Since that's like the co-captain to my understanding (It's also described as the second-in-command so, hell yeah) . The reason why is because it was the closest role where both Wally and Barnaby can be together. AND I CAN NEVER AND I MEAN NEVER SPLIT THEM APART!!! Both can be responsible on the brainstorming and the way things can be run to have their crew stable. And for funsies, I can do an origin story where both were the ones to plan out or even bring together this crew. (The neighborhood crew if you would like...)
For Sally, she'll be the musician/musikers. The reason why is because for her entertaining behavior. I even think she's good with poetry so there's that. She will be the best provider for music for every occasion. Since there was a thing that said "when a ship with musicians approached another ship with the intention to fight, the effects of the music could be terrifying to the enemy". So very helpful. But I bet she would mostly be with Poppy for...... popstar excuses..... but it would always be most likely for when battles are happening since she..... "CRAVES" for danger for her songs and stories.
Poppy is obviously gonna be the cook/Chef on the ship. The reasons are very self explanatory but my main reason is because I don't want her getting hurt. These adventures that the crew will be put in are gonna be dangerous, lifetaking and action-packed to the brim! And I'm afraid that Poppy won't be able to handle that since it might even overwhelm her from all the worrying that these adventures can be. (She might handle it but I don't know if that's really her cup of tea tbh.) As the chef, she can cook and bake whatever her hearts desires, that way she can satisfy her friends or even guest passengers.
Howdy will be the Boatswain. The boatswain is held responsible for the provisions of the ship. Which means he maintains the stores of food, water, rum, gunpowder, shot, sails, rope, wood, and tar required to keep the ship and crew fit for action. The boatswain also directed the loading of cargo into the hold to maintain the proper ballast to ensure level sailing. That to me sounds like a good role for Howdy.
I even saw that they even need to "report any problems to the quartermaster".
So..... Laughingstock opportunity????? I'LL DO IT!! WATCH ME!! Well.... most need to report to the quartermaster but you know what I mean!!!
Eddie will be the brute. The brute is responsible for managing the canvas sails when the winds are strong, loading and unloading heavy supplies and maintaining hard tasks. Brutes are described as "big, strong men capable of handling themselves no matter the work or the fight".....
Watch out Frank (LOL!!!)
I actually really think that will fit Eddie a lot since It's proven that he's very strong willed, a bit overworked and very on the mindset of being able to get things/tasks done when given at hand.
Frank will be the pilot of the ship. I was planning on letting Wally steer the ship but for Frank's role is more for the "well-educated" fellows. Since he pretty is the smart one, why not? He's responsible for plotting the ship’s course and maintaining that course. Along with, maintaining all of the ship’s charts and maps as well as the tools of navigation. So I'm very confident to say that Frank would be perfect on organizing all of that.
Julie might actually be the most interesting one of all..... I'll leave the interesting part a mystery but let's just say for now that she's the sail-master. (For now that is) The Sail-master knows every knot, line, rope, block and tackle in the rigging as well as how to repair them all. She will also responsible for training and running the sail crew as well as overseeing the making and patching of sails. But yes...... and please keep in mind on Julie....
And Wally is obviously the captain. Since that's already proven in that one poll a few months back. The captain is like the boss of the whole ship and crew. Which means the captain is also responsible for everything aboard him. every item and every man. Seems fitting for Wally (a bit) but I'll make it work. At least he will always be along side Barnaby with every step of the way. I mean.... at least he does care about all his friends.
Most of my research was to this post I found....
#There might of been some things I missed but there will be more time to come to change or even improve on how things will work#either way#I'm really excited for this au#So here I am to provide that#because man I love pirates!!!#It's so much that not even anyone else can explain that.#But please#if you have anything you want to add#Make your own character designs#Add your ocs#even write fanficton#Be my guest!!#I'm just the provider and the brains of this au. All of this is meant for fun but please tag me for credit.#anyways#welcome home au#welcome home#rambles#wh pirate au
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Adding in @hetchdrive's tags which inspired so many thoughts:
So this is a tricky part of Season 4 and there are many folks for whom this didn't work. Here's my take (just mine!).
Scorpius definitely already knows John cares deeply about Aeryn. Scorp was actively looking for her when she had heat delirium, which means the first thing Scorpius thought about after Braca digs him out of the grave on Arnesk is "where the hell is Aeryn?" He has no more Peacekeeper authority, so his only chance of getting close to John is to hold hostage something John cares about, or otherwise get them in Scorpy's debt. Everyone else John cares about is with him or out of reach, so the available levers are Moya or Aeryn.
It's never explicitly said, but I assume Aeryn was heading for a pre-agreed upon rendezvous point with Moya, some location they all said they'd go to periodically to keep in touch, somewhere they had stable maps to. So Scorpius is sending out feelers for sightings of an uncollared Leviathan, and has at least narrowed the search vectors when he hears about a group of Sebacean assassins destabilizing a local dictatorship who were shockingly effective. Probably he even gets ahold of wanted beacons to confirm that Aeryn Sun, former Special Commando, was part of the assault and possibly infected with heat delirium in the process.
So Scorpy heads toward where he thinks Moya might be, hoping to intercept Aeryn because it's the perfect opportunity. Even if he doesn't find Aeryn, he still might beat John to Moya and be able to sneak aboard, and hold Moya for ransom. But Aeryn being sick with something he knows how to treat is really the best possible luck for him. And he does find her (because he knew where she was coming from, roughly where she was going) and he saves her. He uses her to get aboard Moya, because Pilot will also do almost anything to save Aeryn's life, and now he's exactly where he wants to be. It's still a gamble, John might try to execute him anyway, but he's still got a neural clone in place, so that might save him if nothing else. It's all risky, but it's workable.
So the big question is why Scorpy doesn't use Aeryn against John any sooner. I definitely don't think it's because he thinks John's devotion to Aeryn is irrelevant or that John is a better person than he actually is. No, Scorpius is getting exactly what he wants the whole time he's on Moya. He is getting to watch John develop wormhole tech, and he's making sure John stays safe. Aeryn is a card he only gets to play once, and there's no need to do it.
John's problem is that he's completely paranoid and terrified. He doesn't really get how desperate and without resources Scorpius is. To John, Scorpius is a mythic, nigh omniscient and omnipresent monster under his bed. John "thinks" he's hiding his Achilles, but really, Scorp just doesn't have a reason to shoot yet. But what is undeniably true is that Aeryn is John's weak point. His face in Promises when Aeryn makes him promise not to kill Scorpius is terrible, gutting. She's carving pieces of him up to ask that of him. But he can't deny her. If he does she'll leave again and he can't bear that.
I completely believe that the thing about taking laka to keep Scorp from knowing how he feels about Aeryn is a fucking rationalization, just like Aeryn says. It's really the opposite. John is a fucking mess. He's one and a half steps from insanity at all times, practically suicidal, and trying desperately not to fall apart for a woman who is his entire home and the air he breathes, and still might just leave him again to have someone else's baby.
He takes the laka to even function. And then he takes the laka because he's addicted to not having to feel. He tells himself he's doing it to save Aeryn, when he's really doing it to save himself pain. And most importantly he's huffing apathy because otherwise he would be completely helpless against her, and it's not Scorpius he can't trust (well he can't, but that's not motivating him). John can't trust Aeryn with his heart again -- it will kill him if she leaves.
He's not taking laka to hide his feelings from Scorpius. He's taking it to hide them from himself. He is totally cheating, and it's not misguided nobility and sacrifice, it's fucking cowardice. (Please understand this is my favorite season and I adore John in it, give me all the flaws and all the angst. It is absolutely romantic that he's just crazy about her.)
Twice Shy lays bare in rapid succession, all his hope and all his despair and he just breaks in the face of Aeryn's anger and tries to justify himself. She's laying down the law and she has his laka and he can't stand up to her. Luckily, somewhere on Earth he had totally stopped wanting to anyway, so it was time to give it all up and go clean. Thank goodness Scorp was being nosey and butted in just long enough for Aeryn to buy John's story and forgive him for being a massive ass. (I mean, turn about is fair play, she was incredibly cruel in her pain last season too.)
Does Scorpius fully understand how far John will go? No, probably not. But he put himself in position to be there to find out. And that's what John finally admits in Constellation of Doubt. Scorp wormed his way aboard so that he would be there when John finally needed him. It wasn't necessarily going to be Aeryn (it was always going to be Aeryn), but it was going to be something.
So like a lot of things to me the laka was psychodrama pretending to be plot, and Scorpy-Sue was just sitting like a spider in a tenuous web, letting John thinking he's the bogeyman, when the real danger was always John and Aeryn's disastrous, galaxy consuming passion for each other.
It continues to be wild to me that John was like "we can't let Scorpius find out I'm in love with you" to Aeryn at the end of Twice Shy. Like I'm sorry but there's no way he doesn't know that. I can't suspend my disbelief on this. If Scorpius never uses Aeryn against John it is because it is a choice he is making which is honestly way more interesting anyway, like...
#farscape#john crichton#scorpius#john/aeryn#john x aeryn#i think too much#i have too many thoughts#fan theory#fanfiction fodder#meta#apparently this was my 100th post#this seems on brand
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