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deafchild2000 · 3 years ago

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Nguyen Sisters (Triplets)

(Alright, this is more of a backstory for characters in my story: Inheritance!

1. Tien Nguyen (The Oldest) - Chi Pu

2. Bian Nguyen (The Middle Child) - Dianne Doan

3. Yen Nguyen (Youngest) - Lana Condor

And the late: Kara Nguyen (Mother)

Van Nguyen (Older brother/sibling)

Bian, Tien, and Yen Nguyen make of a set of triplet sisters to the late Van Nguyen and daughters to the late Kara Nguyen.

Upon their deaths by Hayley Marshall-Kenner (orchestrated by Davina Claire) and Kol Mikaelson, they were taken in by other witches of the Ninth Ward Coven at the age of 6.

As the daughters of an Elder and sisters to a Regent, they are powerful together as they are apart. They share an equal disdain for Mikaelsons and Hayley Mashall for the deaths of their loved ones, leaving the three to only have each other.

Yen was a dance student at a community center where she met Harmony, who was only going by her first name then. The two quickly hit it off and became fast friends. It wasn't until later when Harmony had visited the Ninth Ward where she experienced the massacre her mother created. Her screams had everyone running towards her, including Yen & her sisters (whose first meeting prompted the visit in the first place). It was Tien whose eyes narrowed in fury when she recognized her mother's killer in Harmony and wanted to give her an "aneurysm she'd never forget" when Yen stopped her.

By the time Harmony recovered, Hayley and Vincent had come running to the Ninth Ward once immediate word got to them that Harmony is there. And knowing how her daughter's Sight worked, she knew the inevitable happened.

Finding Harmony on the ground with what could only be copies of Kara Nguyen, deducing they were her daughters and threats to her little girl, Hayley was quick to remove Harmony from the ward while Vincent attempted to defuse the situation (and prevent any more bloodshed). Tien was furious and wanted Harmony's head while Yen tried to calm her down, only to be scolded for consorting with the enemy. Vincent tried to explain that Harmony's an innocent to what went down on the October 19th Massacre.

It would later be revealed that Tien was there and watched Hayley kill Kara, igniting a fierce hatred for the hybrid.

Sometime later, Harmony came back to the Ninth Ward to speak to the entire coven, but mainly the triplets. She brokered a deal: Since they can't touch Hayley for the sake of peace between the Factions nor Kol & Davina for the deaths they caused, she'd take their place. A daughter for a mother. A loved one for a loved one. Any surviving family members of the 12 witches who wish to take vengeance on the three culprits through her are welcomed to do so in three days at the Lafayette Cemetery. Harmony would be bound to a boundary spell and wear the Cursed Shackles to make herself powerless. In return, those who choose to enact vengeance upon her shall go unpunished. As a show of goodwill, Harmony would go as far as to make a legally binding contract & deal with the Ancestors that barred the faction from intervening and use the blood of her mother and family members in a spell to prevent them from coming after them.

While the Ninth Ward agreed to the terms, it wasn't long until word got back to the Faction leaders and tried to stop it. Even Vincent couldn't because the spell Harmony used to protect those involved the Ancestors, meaning they not only agree with the terms but forbid Vincent from interfering. Hope even tried to take her place, but Harmony said that if one thing changed, everything else would and then no one would be happy.

That night, it would appear that only the Nguyen Sisters would be a part of the "trial". Yen was the only one vocally opposed to this, Tien wanted to do this, yet Bian kept a neutral expression.

Harmony spent HOURS being tortured by them but made no moves to escape, which frustrated Tien greatly. All she did do, however, was goad them to do more, to do their worst. Eventually, Hayley and Vincent managed to get into the cemetery and find them, however, much to the surprise of everyone, it was Bian who ended Harmony's suffering and broke the boundary circle before telekinetically taking off the shackles. Hayley grabbed her half-dead-looking daughter before vamp speeding out of there.

Vincent went off on them, but it was Tien who was furious at Bian until it was revealed that she'd been talking to Van in the Well.

He may not have liked dying and how he died, but Van made peace with it on his own terms. When Harmony had contacted the Ancestors for their help, he didn't agree with the torture session. One of the few things he's agreed with others (Marcel included) was that children are innocent. Harmony taking on the pain and anger of the actions of 3 was not fair. The girls were 6 years old. Harmony wasn't even 2 yet. Regardless of Kol, Davina, and Hayley's actions, he couldn't condone this and begged Bian to end it if it went too far.

(And considering it went in for hours...that says something about how Harmony was handling it!)

Hearing this from Bian, and then from Van himself, Tien lashed out and walked away back home with her.

Yen, completely remorseful, created a care package of herbs and tea from her coven and left it for Harmony, only for Hayley to retrieve it. Despite the glare from the hybrid, Yen assured this would help Harmony, whom it was revealed to had been unconscious for three days, and even said Vincent could back up her claims if she asked him. And she wanted Hayley to tell Harmony that she was sorry, only to get the reply to "tell her yourself".

Eventually, thanks to the verified care package, Harmony did recover. And it wasn't long until she was filled in on the tense situation with the Ninth Ward and sought out Tien, whom she let punch her in the face after calling her current disposition "sad and pathetic". It was revealed that Tien hated that Harmony wasn't fighting back and the more she tortured her, the more ashamed she felt (like kicking a puppy while it's down) which led to ger continuing it even with Harmony's goading, which pissed her off more. Harmony asked what pissed her off most: Her lack of self-defense or acceptance of the situation. It was both.

Considering how Harmony is Hayley's clone in appearance and attitude, Tien was full-on prepared to feel victorious at the idea of torturing the monster that turned her life upside down. She expected Harmony to be just like Hayley, cruel and merciless ...and what she got was the shame when Harmony was selfless and accepting. Her family made her and her sisters orphans and Harmony took responsibility and apologized for it. It distraught her and she couldn't take it. Harmony takes this time to reveal that part of the reason she held in through the torture was that it wasn't the first time she was tortured for her family's crimes and she wasn't the only one whose life flipped at 6 years old. She precedes to tell her of the Kidnapping Incident, how she was the reincarnation of a girl her father killed through ill-worded compulsion, and how it awakened her Seer Sight. She recants how it left her unable to accept the Mikaelsons ("a few years of good deeds doesn't erase a millennia worth of cruelty") and how she's bound to experience the loss they suffered on a personal level. Kara is just a sign that she'll lose Hayley ("The universe isn't that kind to let me keep my mom after she took yours.") This completely changed Tien's opinion of Harmony. The tribrid was only 4 years younger than her and had to deal with the weight of family name carries, as well as the pain they wreaked. Tien at least knows she can trust her family, meanwhile, the girl before her might never be able to trust hers aside from her mother and sister. Harmony then reveals how her mother smelled more than Yen's hand on the care package, revealing she knew Tien had a hand in it as well. So the kindred girls form a friendship and a truce, which they present before the Faction leaders and covens. Harmony is still going to keep that protection spell over the sisters (so someone doesn't get any ideas) and that they were even. Hayley takes this as a belated chance to apologize to the sisters, which is a given to be not easily accepted. At best, Harmony is a friend of theirs, therefore she's safe. But just because Hayley's her mother doesn't mean she's forgiven. Tien makes a point to say Hayley will have her day in death, but for now, she just has to keep their friend safe.

From that moment on, the sisters had a great and relatable relationship with Harmony. Yen was happy to have her friend and dance partner back, Tien became very protective of her, and Bian...Bian and Harmony had an interesting connection since they both held secrets that could change everything. She was their unofficial little sister whenever she came home from boarding school and was happy to hear about Salvatore (for the most part. They had their opinions of Harmony's choice friends having bad reputations and the Saltzmanns). Harmony considers them honorary members of the Midnight Falls Coven (the coven she made with Penelope Park and Alyssa Chang).

The sisters are 18 and in their final year in high school when shit hits the fan in February 2026. In hindsight, if you asked Bian of all sisters, she'd tell you that something has changed within the Factions and Hayley's disappearance would cause all hell to break loose if Harmony doesn't cause it. Bian would also say Hope was involved. The triplets may be closer to Harmony, but it wasn't for the lack of trying to get along with older the Mikaelson twin. Hope never quite forgave them for torturing her little sister and the fact she's more inclined to the Mikaelsons didn't help. So once word got out of Hope's tomfoolery with creating a hybrid (in contrast to her sister's opposition with creating them), Bian could have easily seen Hope's involvement with the return of Klaus Mikaelson a mile away. But once word got out that Hayley Marshall Kenner, the mother of their friend, their mother's murderer, and almighty Crescent Alpha, was turned into a vampire and killed? The sisters didn't hesitate to contact Harmony and to go to her. Tien had a few choice words she wanted to say to Hope Mikaelson and the fact the very thing Harmony warned her would happen to Hayley came true, and it wasn't even with fair circumstances (but when was fair ever a given?) was enough to boil her insides as she knew Harmony wouldn't take it well. Which was a proven point with her barricading her mother's room and stealing her clothes, her necklace, and blaming everything on Hope to the point of no end in sight, and antagonizing the Mikaelsons. She went full-throttle mean girl and even Bian felt that this wasn't something that would go away soon. Tien couldn't even snap her out of it, which ended up with Harmony pushing them away.

By the time Harmony split the Hollow with Hope, the sisters were surprised she was apologizing. Hayley's death messed her up on the same level Kara did, maybe even more. She explained to them the matter of everything that happened when Hayley died (Hope's ridiculous need for Klaus resulting in Hayley's death and Nightwalkers, another product of her father's stupidity) before telling them to get out of town before the Nightwalkers did more damage and came for them (a bullet they'd find they missed). Yen asks if she's okay, which Harmony responds with "I'm angry. I'm pissed. I'm tired. And I'm ready to legally change my surname." Harmony tells them to visit the Ancestral Well one more time to see Kara and Van, forwarning them that it might be their last. By the time they return to New Orleans, the Well is destroyed (meaning Kara and Van can find Peace), the Nightwalkers are gone (thanks to two pissed off Mikaelson twins and a LOT of dark magic), and the clincher: Now those Mikaelson twins have activated their werewolf curse. Yen is terrified for Harmony, Tien is angry (at Klaus more), and Bian isn't surprised (one of the few conversations she and Hayley had was that Harmony would be pissed off when she triggered hers). What is troublesome is the pipe shots she's shooting at everyone. Tien manages to snap her out of it and tells her that Hayley wouldn't want her like this...which works until Harmony comes back from Limbo and reaffirms changing her surname again.

Eventually, the sisters are at a loss when they hear of Klaus Mikaelson's willingness to die to keep the Hollow from the girls. Surprisingly, it's Yen who's not impressed since right with Marcel, his prime existence has caused issues and the fact this is what ends him and not a glorious death? At least with it, Harmony won't freak out about the death-inducing visions just being in the same room causes her. Ironically, Tien feels bad because Harmony is capable of loving him and knows it's because of Lorraine and the others that Klaus might not even get her love then. She never had a father figure except for Van, and while it kills her not to tell her to talk to him, she's well aware Harmony and Klaus will literally need another lifetime to sort their issues. Bian is neutral but pities the Mikaelsons. All things must die and 1000-year-old vampires are no exception. She can respect that he's doing at least one good thing which Harmony can remember him for, which can help in the long run now that the Mikaelson twins will never be the same.

Then, to their shock and ire, the eve of his death is when they are visited by Kol and Davina Mikaelson. Hayley left a letter for both of them regaling how Harmony was tortured for their poor choices and that if the youngest Mikaelson could apologize for their actions, the ones who did the deeds should too. Maybe it was because of Klaus's impending demise, or maybe it was because Harmony pulled a Davina and locked Kol in his vampire body, or maybe it was because he lost favor with his two nieces inadvertently causing this whole mess...or maybe it was all of the above because seeing Kol kneeling and apologizing to them was a sight they'd never forget. And while Davina had no love for Klaus, Hayley's letter was rather vicious in demanding that her dying wish to the witch was to apologize to the sisters as well as the couple giving them enough money to live off of for the rest of their days. Like Hayley's apology, it doesn't even come close to answering for what they took from them. But because it was Hayley asking (demanding) and Harmony paying for it, it was something.

The drama would have ended after Klaus's death until there's a big commotion from Harmony's home. They didn't hear until later that Freya tried to kill Harmony and now their regent, Vincent, and a witch named Bonnie Bennett from Virginia, are sharing joint custody of Harmony with the Mikaelsons getting very limited visitation rights and paying for her boarding school tuition as a result.

For the first time, Bian smiled. This would definitely benefit the twins while Yen and Tien feel the headache coming on now. They wish Harmony Eve the best because college sounds like a vacation right about now.

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mellifluousoctopus · 4 years ago

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I decided to make a character analysis post about my observations of the tv show and what i know about the comics. I’ve bolded my main points.

abuse TW, canon incest mentioned

On Diego

Diego is often mischaracterized as gruff, insensitive, resentful of all his family, abrasive and rude. Especially towards Vanya. But in reality he’s big softie, although a less emotional one than Luther. Diego hides his feelings and vents them in other ways. No matter how visibly present they are, his has a disdain for his emotions. Maybe because they are so present. He feels very strongly. (anger and love being a very easily seen example) Reginald is cold and calculating and emotion is a blindness on the battle field as well as a liability to be manipulated by Reginald and by others. Diego hates his emotions not only to appear competent in his fathers eyes but to also hide from Reginald’s wrath. No doubt that boxing and vigilantism are whats keeping him from going insane.

He will try to deny it but his father’s teachings have big bearing of who he is now. The duty of the strong to protect the weak, vigilantism, striving to to hone and train your powers and body so that you are useful a better hero. These are ideals that Diego has taken from his upbringing and we see him live by even so much as to abandon all reason and try to save a doomed man at the price of the timeline. This devotion to the teachings of his father despite Diego’s resent of him, is an ironic circle of his father’s manipulation that birth his hero complex.

He does everything that Reginald instilled in them with the same subconscious motive. He is in confliction with his own emotions and his own motivation. Diego’s strive to be something in his fathers eyes as compared to Luther, who was seemingly given extra attention and praise. As Vanya wrote in her book, they were all starved for attention, but Diego was in such close proximity to Luther, that the extra weight attention that Luther had was in stark contrast to Reginald’s neglect. This explains both his obsession with the numbering system and his connection with Grace. In an attempt to be noticed by his father and to prove himself upon comparison to Number One. Diego pushed himself harder and harder towards more and and more impossible standards of what he thought would achieve his father’s love. But Reginald has no love and Diego broke. He began to resent Reginald and what he believed was a rank system. Before the dinner we find that Diego still believes that number is associated with rank. He appoints them as Team Zero, because the number one/number two bullshit would divide them in the face of Reginald. There is no proof that any of the others believed in the rank system.( Luther obvious believes that he is the leader, but in no way does he use his false authority as a palanquin over the other others.)

Grace supplemented Diego the attention that he lacked from his father. To all the children she was fair, gentle, calm, and understanding. She was a guiding hand and beacon of love in a cold and isolating household. To Diego she was salvation. A chance at be given love and support that he so obviously was missing. Grace probably spent more time with Diego. Both from the boy’s own choosing and from the duties given to her by Reginald, A cold, commandeering, traditionalist. Diego’s stuttered was stamped out of him out of him by all means. While corrections and punishment would come at anytime, Diego’s real speech therapy most likely given out by Grace, who is the only governess the children the remember and is seen reciting tips to him when he struggled. This extra attention validated Diego and strengthened his connection with Grace. This connection opened his eyes a bit faster to Reginald’s narcissism. Grace is Diego’s mother, she is the only thing in his life that provides unconditional love. He has seen her beyond Reginald’s programming. Seen her think and feel. Shes a person him. A person that Reginald mistreats as severely as he does the children. He treats her like an object despite her humanity and she is oblivious to Reginald’s abuse of her and the others. It makes him hate Reginald even more. Grace’s treatment is confirmation of Reginald’s. He wants to save her, but until he can he will hate Reginald for her.

As I’ve said before Luther, Diego, and Allison were the golden trio, the jocks, the children which Reginald placed most of his attention as they were the first 3 and therefore the three most manipulable. Like Luther, Diego’s emotions and his powers (which require Reginald’s shaping to be a more than average threat) earned him the title of second useful.

Diego was the third wheel among the 3. When he first began training Diego was most likely like Luther. Eager to learn, eager to help, however he was most likely motivated by fitting his father’s expectation. Later on trying to exceed his fathers expectations in order to compete with Luther. Luther was his rubric, but as it become more and more frustrating to become equal to him in his father’s eyes as well as more and more apparent that Grace was tool rather than a person Diego began to hate Reginald. Luther refused to see their father’s cruelty and Diego began questioning authority as result of this blindness. He saw Allison in a similar light. At this point she was self absorbed denier according to Diego and both Luther and Allison’s relationship (they were not subtle) reduced them to moon-eyed freaks. further fueling Diego’s self isolation and defiance.

Saving Klaus is saving people. To Diego, Klaus is a civilian that should not be. They are a victim much like Grace and their(Diego and Klaus’) siblings are to Reginald, but they have the ability to do more. Klaus is representive of Diego’s frustration with the inabilty to respond to the academy’s greater purpose.

Diego shed tears on his missing brother, but there were few good memories behind it. Five is a self assured asshole, he’s pretentious and spends little time with the siblings (except maybe with Vanya). He’s also able get to dads attention with little effort which Diego wants. His powers allow him shortcuts too. Diego was bound to be jealous and feel slighted. Diego does not instigate competition with Five because Five does not bathe in the attention nor acknowledge it. Diego also thinks the attention is less of something he compete with as such attention comes from the meeting of minds.

Ben was a great friend. They had quiet and limited friendship, though as there was a rift between their motivations. As much as both hated how they were used by Reginald, Diego focused on Reginald and his experiments rather than the powers and crime fighting (which was where Ben directed his ire) but they had great times.As we know Ben and Diego played at least one prank on Allison as children however it is implied that this was a common occurrence. These pranks could have been a form of rebellion or simple play by them that didn’t involve their powers or Reginald. I’ve chosen to believe that Ben was actually a large part of these pranks creating them and doing a lot of heavy work with them, and that Diego was the enabler, willing to help, and coming up with wackier and wackier ideas. Luther, Allison, and Five were the likely targets because they were the ones that refused to have fun on their own time, or chose to eat out of Reginald’s palm.

A lot of people think that Diego hates Vanya, for some reason. He doesn’t. He loves her. She’s his (little) sister. She sweet and timid. And she’s an innocent and a bystander to the teams greater responsibility to the innocent. When Hazel and Cha-Cha broke in, Diego is mad at Vanya for being there. Not because she’s there but because she is unable to protect herself. She has no training and she is at very very dangerous site. She is still his (little) sister and he still is obsessed with protecting the innocent. The reason people think he hates her is he feels betrayed by her. He is short and sharp, but that’s his defense. It keeps her away and keeps him from showing any other emotions. To him, she first banked on their trauma. Not only is this grossly upsetting and violating. Having all your scars presented in a public sphere is wrong especially without your consent, especially when you refuse to be vulnerable. The book is also dramatic from Diego’s point of view. Diego shuts down any extra emotion that isn’t rage. In his mind Vanya should have dealt with it and kept dirty laundry unaired or at least have been direct in her grievances, especially since she had nothing to complain about. He (and the others) believed that Vanya had it the easiest. She has no training, she was not put in the ways of violence, he believes she was never subjected to experiment. She is ordinary. She has no greater responsibility. She should be fine. His distrust is granted and validated in the second season. Born of further betrayal and fear. Vanya has gone against Diego’s raison d‘etre, she has also wiped out entirety of earth and after years of underestimating her. Shock and distrust, (but not despise) are bound to arise.

#diego hargreeves #the kraken #tua #The umbrella academy #character analysis #analysis #ik this is super over due #the one on #luther #is already out #reginald hargreeves #grace hargreeves

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ink-on-parxhment · 4 years ago

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it’s never too late to turn the other way

also find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30085704

Summary:

First it's graduation, and then one years passes, then two, then five. This job they're in, everyone around him seems to love it, seems to need it like they need the air in their lungs and blood in their veins, but sometimes he looks up and can only see how much it takes and takes and takes.

This life was what he was made for, what he was good at, but just maybe he can have something else, be something else.

Excerpt:

“I don’t know if I was ever meant to be a hero in the first place.”

There’s a sigh on the other end of the line that seems like it releases every bit of air in Aizawa’s lungs.

Graduation day rolls around with pale sunshine and what he feels is relatively little fanfare. For all that they have seen in their three years at UA, he thinks that this should feel more monumental, like maybe it should be bigger than his brain is making it.

But he looks around at the crowd and the decorations, sees Midoriya bouncing on the balls of his feet and exuding enough energy to power a city block, and thinks maybe it is that big, maybe it is monumental. It just doesn’t feel like anything monumental to him.

So he sits in a fold out metal chair and listens to Nedzu talk about the fundamentals of heroics, about what it means to be a Pro. He watches Midoriya rise from his spot further down the front row, where he sits right beside Momo, his suit gleaming green in the streaming sunlight, and take the microphone with shaking hands. He talks about how close their class is, about how they are siblings in arms, bonds forged in blood-wasitworthitwasitreally- and how it is an honor to take up the mantle as heroes amongst other professionals. He watches in a daze, hands cold as ice and sweating bullets, as Momo takes the mic from Midoriya and talks about dedication, about honor, about bravery-I’mnotreadywe’renotready-and then they’re all standing to get their diplomas and, more importantly for most, their licenses.

The Big Three go first, and then it’s all alphabetical from there. He watches Midoriya wipe tears from his cheeks on the sleeve of his uniform as he walks away from a handshake with Toshinori, watches Momo take her diploma from Nedzu and a wide, full smile stretches her mouth, watches Bakugou bare his teeth in a grin down at his license.

Eventually, it is his turn. He walks up the stairs to the stage and takes his diploma from Nedzu, shakes the chimera’s paw, and takes his brand new Pro Hero License as well. The look on Nedzu’s face is unreadable as always, but now more than ever he cannot decipher the glint in his eyes.

He steps away and off the stage, watches the rest of his class take their diploma and license with a sense of awe about them. He looks down at his own license, official Commission seal in the corner, and his face and name stare back up at him. Their licenses aren’t supposed to have their real names on them, for security reasons and for underground Pros like Shinsou who need anonymity to survive, but he had never gotten around to changing his hero name.

He stares down at his ID photo, traces a thumb across the official seal, and breathes past the lead weight that has dropped into his lungs at the thought that they’re here, they’ve made it.

He looks around, sees Midoriya pull his mother into a hug, both of them crying happy tears with All Might standing awkwardly next to them, as if the whole class hadn’t figured out he had practically adopted Midoriya. Bakugou is being aggressively group hugged by his group of friends, face a storm cloud but hands unlit, his equally explosive mother taking pictures in the background. He sees Shinsou pull a faux dismayed Aizawa in for a picture, and that’s another mentorship turned pseudo-family that has been poorly hidden since their second year.

His own family, his own father, is walking toward him, and he can see their smiles from here. He’s holding his Pro license and his family is proud. There’s so much happiness in the clearing he can practically taste it, and he feels nothing.

This is what he’s worked for since he was a child. So why does it feel like he’s still got a full marathon to run and no end in sight?

I saw you’re in town. Want to grab lunch?

He sends the text before he can overthink it, going back to halfway watching the late-night news and idly eating his cooling dinner. According to the newscast, Midoriya will be in town for the next week, and he hasn’t seen his friend face-to-face in over a year.

I work most days that im there!! Are you free Monday? The text also has what feels like way too many overly excited smiley emojis that still don’t compare to the literal sunshine that is Midoriya’s megawatt smile, and he has to shove down the rush of affection that settles in his ribs at his friend’s enthusiasm.

I am free Monday. Just let me know what time.

He is free most days, is what he doesn’t say. He sees his mother once a week and video-chats his siblings just as often. He tries to see Momo once a month, but she is busier than ever between her new agency and her recently revealed relationship with Jirou. He texts Midoriya and Iida, does his best to stay in touch with Tsu and Ochako. He has a text chain with Shinsou that goes quiet for weeks and then chimes notifications constantly for days. He sends memes back and forth with Kaminari.

He came out of graduation with hard won friendships, relationships he bought with blood and sweat, and he clings to them with a ferocity he does not cling to his work with. They all talk about their work like it brings them this greater purpose, like it’s what supplies the blood in their veins and oxygen in their lungs, but he clocks into the same agency he interned with his third year exactly on time and clocks out exactly the moment he is supposed to.

He does his work. It pays his bills, and that is no small thing, he thinks. He is saving lives and making a difference, and that should be enough. (It is enough, it has to be enough, what else would he even do?) But he thinks about the light in Midoriya’s eyes when he talks about a job that sounds like it just keeps taking and taking and taking and can’t quite muster the same level of enthusiasm.

Does 1:30 work???

It does, in fact, work. He would have made whatever time work, he thinks, barring a major villain outbreak.

Yeah

They make plans to meet up at the restaurant their friend group had haunted back in high school, which isn’t too far away from his agency or where Midoriya will be that day. He types the plan into his phone’s calendar and sets up a reminder he will not need. The strict organization is a habit he fell into in high school alongside Iida’s detailed schedules and Midoriya’s enthusiastic notes, and it is a habit he has yet to shake.

The newscast flashes on the screen in front of him, the aftermath of a fight and newscasters talking. There’s a video of Red Riot carrying civilians, and then a transition to him looking scuffed and beat up but relatively unharmed.

Something close to ice settles in his stomach as he watches his former classmate, his friend, field news reporters, and even through the screen and all this distance he can see how tired Kirishima is. The newscaster is talking, but he cannot hear their words. All he can see is the way Red Riot, because he is Red Riot right now, is smiling for a camera and the way his shoulders are inching up towards his ears, a habit he’d been reprimanded for in Media classes since first semester second year.

The ice solidifies, and he picks up his phone before he can think about it.

I can’t wait to see you Monday.

I can’t wait to see you too!!!

xXx

Time passes til Monday in a hazy crawl. He has Saturday off, and uses the free time to go see his mother. He has recently taken up new hobbies, primarily punch needle just because when he brought it up at the last class get-together Bakugou had laughed right in his face, and he couldn’t resist the eye-twitch it brought about every time he brought it up in conversation. That’s what started it. Now it’s just soothing.

He calls his sister, feels his shoulders relax as she tells him all about her elementary classroom. They don’t talk about anything heavy, and he feels all the tension in his body seep into his couch cushions as the call ends.

He’s been trying for more precision with his ice recently, more out of idle curiosity than any use it will have in the field. It has morphed into his second hobby at home, which is tiny ice sculptures that melt and leave puddles when he gets distracted and are too lumpy by half. He thinks about his sister and her soft, gentle voice on the phone, talking about her classroom of kids, and her fierce, sharp eyes that always see through him, cut him to the quick, and conjures his quirk until there is a tiny badger in his palm, only recognizable by the fact he knew that’s what it was supposed to be.

“Oh well,” he thinks, vaporizing it. “They’ll get better.”

He stops, blinks. The thought buoys him all the way through work the next day and into Monday.

Midoriya is already at the restaurant when he gets there, so he makes his way to the table and sits across from his friend. He’s got his characteristic green curls pushed up under a cap, and he’s in a well-worn All Might sweatshirt that he recognizes from third year. Shouto has done nothing to cover his own recognizable hair, but he changed out of his uniform before he left the agency. It’s enough, he thinks.

Midoriya is bouncing slightly in his chair like he’s barely holding words back, like he can’t quite keep his energy contained in his mortal frame, and it reminds him of research rabbit holes and long nights and manic grins. He looks so different from the smile he gives the press that it would have given him whiplash had he not seen this same megawatt smile across a phone screen at least once a week.

“Hey! How are you?! I know we talked the other day, but I haven’t gotten to talk to you since I traveled and I haven’t seen you at all on the news, which I hoped was a good thing, but you never know.”

He smiles, waits for Midoriya to finish his thought process before answering his first question. It’s good to see his friend. “I’m well, well enough. I’m not on the news enough to make watching the news a good indicator for how I am, though.”

Midoriya scoffs, his grin still in place. It’s a little bit blinding. “You’re on the news more than you think! Anyway, what have you been up to? We spent our whole last call talking about my last case, I want to hear about you!”

Midoriya has leaned forward, resting a little on the table, and Shouto is the sole focus of that green gaze. It’s a little breathtaking to be under that much scrutiny all at once, because one hundred percent of Midoriya’s attention is no small thing. He realizes in that moment how little he has to actually say, when he isn’t talking about his family or his friends. He doesn’t want to talk about work.

So he just… doesn’t. “I took my mom my latest project, and she’s doing really well. She’s been asking about you, actually.”

If Midoriya is confused about him not talking about their jobs, he does an admirable job of hiding it. He leans forward on his arms, twists a napkin in his scarred hands, and lets Shouto talk about his family and his new hobbies for longer than he thought he had words for.

Their drinks come, and eventually their food. Midoriya is swirling broth around his bowl by the time he runs out of questions and Shouto runs out of words. He hasn’t brought up work once during the entire meal, and Midoriya hasn’t asked. He feels happier, lighter than he has in months, and Midoriya is smiling, softer and gentler than his megawatt smile and more precious for it.

“We should make a habit of this.” He says, before he can let his brain get in front of his mouth.

Midoriya doesn’t even hesitate. Both their schedules are busy and the travel time would be insane, but he doesn’t hesitate when he says. “We should.”

xXx

There’s a heart monitor beeping steadily, and the rapid fire tap-tap-tap of a cell-phone typing indicator somewhere to his left. When he turns his head he can see a bowed head of mussed green curls and broad shoulders covered by a partially torn uniform.

The room smells like antiseptic and the air feels chilled even with his constant thermoregulation. Even if he can’t quite remember what part of the fight landed him here, he’d recognize the hero-specific hospital rooms, head-wound or no.

“Hey,” he says, and almost chokes on how dry his throat is.

Midoriya’s head snaps up at the sound of his voice, phone forgotten in his hand. He looks exhausted, tension lining his shoulders and bruises smudging his eyes, though whether those are from lack of sleep or from his own round with a healing quirk Shouto doesn’t know.

“Hey.” Midoriya says, clearing his throat. “How do you feel?”

He takes inventory of himself, tenses the muscles in his legs and arms just to prove he can, then rolls his shoulders and tenses at the shock of pain that shoots down his neck. “My head hurts, but mostly I’m just tired.”

Midoriya sighs, but mostly he just looks fond. Shouto doesn’t think he has any right to be this aggrieved considering how many times he has been on this end of the hospital bed.

“That makes sense. I don’t know how much you remember about the fight, but you went head first into a wall there at the end, so you should be free to go once they clear you on the concussion.”

He hums, looks around for a clock to see how long he’s been here for. The fight had been midday, but the curtains are pulled tight and the bright, artificial lights from above give nothing away. There isn’t a visible clock, but the board on the wall they use for long-term patients hasn’t been filled out and they’ve only clipped his papers there, so he assumes he hasn’t been here very long.

“You know,” Midoriya starts, and his voice shakes like it did years and years ago, like he’s nervous and doesn’t know how to get these particular words past his teeth. “You end up in the hospital more now than you ever did when we were kids.”

He whips back around to Midoriya, fast enough it sends pain shooting behind his eyes and down through his shoulders. He grits his teeth as it passes, even though Midoriya’s eyes go soft and concerned. He’s leaning forward in the barely-padded visitor chair, still scuffed and worn from the battle Shouto barely remembers, and thinks that can’t be right, can it?

He thinks back, traces the past few months, past few years in his mind. The fifth year anniversary of their graduation had come and gone with little fanfare not too long ago, all of 1-A that could get off of work crowding around a busy restaurant table. They’d poked fun at Midoriya and Bakugou and their new tug-of-war over the Number Two spot until the two (or Bakugou, really) had almost come to blows, and they had had to bow out of the establishment before someone called a camera crew.

But then he thinks beyond that. Thinks about how many times someone has had to call in Midoriya for this exact thing, especially after he had moved back here after he had shot up the rankings again. He closes his eyes and tries to remember if there has been a single month in the last year he hasn’t landed himself in the hospital, always over something minor, and can’t come up with a single stretch of time.

“Yeah,” he says, because he has nothing else to say in the face of the pit that has opened up in his stomach. “Being a pro is hard, Midoriya.”

Midoriya laughs, bright and loud and utterly exhausted as he slumps back in the creaky hospital chair. “I know. I know! But still. Be careful out there. If not for you then for the rest of us.”

He smiles, wry and knowing, and hauls himself out his chair. There’s a pit yawning wide in Shouto’s stomach, numbness and horror warring for space in his chest, because what has he been doing, what has he been letting happen?

“I’m going to go let someone know you’re awake, okay?”

He just nods.

xXx

Half a year passes before anything comes of his conversation with Midoriya, but he cannot get his words out of his head. He goes into situations at work just like he always does, throws himself into the line of fire like he has since he was a teenager, and cannot get the nagging voice in the back of his head to stop whispering, “you’re being reckless, you’re not trying hard enough, you need to be careful.”

He sits vigil over his coworkers when they get hurt and thinks nothing of it. It’s part of the job. He watches Midoriya get slung through drywall and crumble the brick behind it a month later. He feels cold and empty just long enough for the panic to set in, just long enough for him to get him to first responders and see Midoriya open hazy eyes as they bandage his face. He passes the neutralized villain to the authorities by complete muscle memory, and somehow makes his way to sit with Midoriya in the hospital until he wakes up from all the different healing quirks used to set his body to rights. When he wakes up, he doesn’t seem that upset about the whole affair, but then Shouto thinks back and realizes he hasn’t been hurt like this in over a year, and this is nothing compared to the damage that maps out his exposed arms.

He himself is nursing a bruise the size of a grapefruit along his ribs and got closer than he is comfortable admitting to hypothermia in the fight that took Midoriya out, and he’s not the one in the hospital bed.

“How are you feeling?” he asks Midoriya, hovering a chilled hand over Midoriya’s shoulder, where he knows bruises lay.

“Ah, I’m alright. It could have been worse, you know?” he says, and presses the bandaged skin into Shouto’s offered hand.

He doesn’t want to think about the alternate, could-have-been-worse situation. Instead, he amps up the power in his palm until Midoriya sags against his hand, a relieved sigh passing between his lips. “I do know. You’re still hurt.”

“Couldn’t’ve been avoided.” His words are slurred, all soft around the edges in pain relief and exhaustion.

It couldn’t have been avoided. He thinks about the bruise marring his ribs. He thinks about the concussion that had landed him in the hospital not that many months ago, and the other, minor concussions and sprains and bloody-blue-turned-purple bruises he’s taken home and wrapped because he took a hit he couldn’t, wouldn’t dodge.

He thinks about the way his very skin aches sometimes, in the mornings and after being out in the cold for too long.

“Maybe.” He says, and curls his fingers more securely over his bandaged shoulder.

xXx

It goes on like that for a while, and he can’t quite figure out what hits are the ones he’s supposed to take and the ones that can be avoided. He watches his friends take hits day after day, throws his own body into the fray and comes out mostly unscathed. They went to school for this. He should have the answer to this by now, he thinks. He remembers answering questions about acceptable risk. But then, it’s all different in the field, now that it’s his job and his call and there are people he could save if he just got between the situation and them. Midoriya’s words rattle around his brain at night, and he spends a lot of time making tiny sculptures of mishappen lions that melt in his palms as he thinks about what it means to put your all into a job and what it means to be reckless.

He figures it out all at once on a Thursday evening.

He’d been called in as backup for villain apprehension, what should have been textbook and a relatively safe position considering Midoriya and several sidekicks were the heroes taking point on the assignment.

One minute he’s helping shepherd civilians out of the wreckage, and the next minute he looks up and is met with a flying chunk of concrete coming right at him, rebar sticking out at lethal angles. There’s nowhere to go, no where for him to dodge and he’s protecting civilians besides.

So he just. Stands there.

Time seems to slow down to a crawl.

There is no fear.

The chunk of road is still flying at him, there are explosions in the distance, and there’s a hollow pit in his stomach.

This is how I die. He thinks. It isn’t a scary thought. After everything, this is how I die.

A voice, shouted loud enough to be heard over the boom of the explosions is what pulls him out of his stupor.

“Shouto!” It’s Midoriya. His voice is frantic and panicked and full of fear and his adrenaline kicks on pure instinct, and that’s when he remembers to do something.

His quirk manifests in his hands not a second too soon, a mini glacier freezing the oncoming boulder (and half the destroyed roadway) in place feet before it can hit him.

It is far, far too close for comfort.

Midoriya bounds over with a crackle of green lightning, sparing a brilliant smile for the remaining civilians before grabbing Shouto’s shoulder and turning him towards an awning for as close as they’ll get to privacy right now.

“Are you okay?” he asks lowly, and his eyes are wide and concerned despite the fact that neither of them have any noticeable injuries.

Except Shouto’s heart is beating so hard he’s surprised Midoriya can’t hear it, his right hand has completely frosted over despite his otherwise complete control over himself, and the hollow feeling he’s been carrying around since he can remember has just cracked wide open into something hot and raw and painful.

“I will be.” He says, voice rough, and it’s the truth even if it doesn’t feel like it.

“Okay.” Midoriya frowns, hand warm and heavy on his shoulder. “Okay. Just let me know.”

He doesn’t push any further, just squeezes Shouto’s shoulder and then heads off to take care of the rest of the civilians caught up in all this.

Shouto turns, chest aching and heart racing, and does the same.

He has a job to do.

xXx

He is fine, or close to it. He sits in his living room hours later, heart still thumping hard in his chest and hand still icy against the rest of his skin, and bounces his phone against his thigh.

He is fine. He’s got a text message from Midoriya checking up on him and an email notification from their agency manager asking if he got checked out by a medic, and he’s ignoring both of them. The image of concrete rubble keeps flashing through his mind, jagged rebar tearing through the air at fatal speeds, and he can still feel the way his body wouldn’t move.

The way he just accepted it. Welcomed it.

He can’t call Midoriya. For all that he is his best friend, the thought of laying out the endless pit, the numbness that has plagued him since before he can remember scrapes him raw. He cannot face that boundless optimism with the cracked weight in his lungs right now.

But he cannot go on like this. The kind of indecision, the kind of recklessness, the kind of hopelessness, he had felt is going to do what Midoriya had warned him about sooner or later and get him killed.

This might have been the path he has always been on, the path he was set on and guided down, but maybe there’s another way. Maybe there’s something else out there for him.

He hits the unlock button on his phone and searches his contacts, looks for a number he hasn’t needed in a long time. Swallows down something like bitter pride, remembers if you ever need anything from days a little more fearful and chaotic, and hits call before he can talk himself out of it.

It rings four times before an answer.

“Aizawa.”

“I-“ He cuts himself off.

“Are you safe?” He asks, urgent. The sounds of laughter trickle in over the phone’s tinny speaker, voices muffled but loud in the background. He had forgotten in the onslaught of his own personal numbness, but Eri would be starting high school by now. He still remembers her wrapped up in Mirio’s cape and Midoriya’s arms, and hearing her laugh muffled by the hallways of her home sends a surge of guilt through his chest for calling his teacher out of a happy, early retirement.

“Yes.” He answers, because he is physically safe. “I’m sorry. I—”

He feels like his words are falling from his mouth completely unbidden.

“What’s going on, Todoroki?”

“What do you do when you can’t be a hero anymore?”

“Kid—"

“I don’t know if I was ever meant to be a hero in the first place.”

There’s a sigh on the other end of the line that seems like it releases every bit of air in Aizawa’s lungs.

“There are other options for you, Todoroki, other than hero work. You’re good at what you do, but this isn’t your only option, kid.” He sighs again, and this time it sounds just as tired but more accepting, more like contentment. “Trust me, there’s a life beyond your license. If you need to, get out while you can.”

Shouto takes a deep breath in, holds it, lets it out. In for eight, hold for four, out for eight. The cracking, aching pain in his chest that has replaced the numbness he has been carrying around since he can remember eases ever so slightly. It feels a little lighter, a little easier to breathe around.

“Okay.” He says, and his voice is rougher than he wants it to be. “Okay.”

“Let me get you a phone number to call, okay kid?” Aizawa says.

He hears a shriek of laughter and thundering footsteps in the background, and even before he finds a pen for the phone number, he can feel part of the weight weighing down his lungs chip off and away.

xXx

He ends up talking to Hound Dog, who he wasn’t aware while he was in school but is not only a therapist but a licensed career counselor for the Gen-Ed and Business students along with dealing with the Heroics and Support kids’ course load.

Hound Dog starts the call with the ever professional “How can I help you?”

Which he appreciates more than he can say, because he saw Hound Dog more than anyone in his class except for maybe Midoriya and Bakugou, but it also grinds his brain to a complete and utter halt.

He hasn’t talked to Hound Dog since graduation. Unlike Aizawa, he hadn’t had a connection with him outside of their strictly professional one. He isn’t comfortable or familiar with the man. He cannot imagine making this call without the prompting he had gotten, and he wonders, wildly, if he would be freezing this much if he had made this call to someone with the exact same job title that he had never spoken to before.

He thinks the answer would be yes, considering he can’t get words out past his teeth.

“Hello?” The tone is worried, but not confused. He has a feeling this is not the first time someone has frozen on the other end of a phone call to Hound Dog. This isn’t even the first time Todoroki hasn’t been able to get his thoughts in line when talking to the man.

He clenches his fist, lets his nails press into his palms, and breaths so deep he thinks he can feel it in his toes. Thinks about the words he’s been rehearsing.

“Ah. Hello. I was calling to ask you how I could market my hero-course education and experience in a non-heroics field.”

He can hear the tap-tap-tap of a keyboard, and then, “I think I can help you out with that. Do you have any ideas for what you want to do, or are you just starting this process?”

His brain stutters to a halt again, his thoughts a whirl of—I don’t know, I haven’t thought this far ahead, this was all I was ever meant for, I don’t know what to do now—but it’s quicker to cut off that train of thought this time. He has his laptop open in front of him, and a pad of paper beside him. He resolutely doesn’t click the pen like he wants to.

“I don’t know exactly what I want to do yet. If you have ideas, I would welcome them.”

It comes out a lot steadier than he feels.

xXx

He finishes the call over an hour later with about forty tabs open for different vocational programs, for local colleges with education and analyst and support programs, with a notepad with numbers to call if he has questions about programs.

He ends the call and breathes deep, the room around him dark except for his computer monitor. His resignation letter is typed and ready to print, glaring up at him from his Important Personal Documents folder.

He raises his hand over the little bowl he keeps on his desk to practice his sculptures.

With a rush of cold, the details are lacking. It wouldn’t win him any awards, but he thinks it looks like it’s meant to. A phoenix taking flight.

For the first time since he picked up his license, since maybe forever, the feeling carving space in his chest is hope.

#bnha spring break #bnha #todoroki shouto #angst #angst with a happy ending #tw:suicidal ideation #tw: canon typical violence #tw: hospitals #I swear this fic isn't as dark as it sounds I just want my boy to be happy #my writing #Prompt: Pro #Mido is a Good Friend

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ruizheling · 4 years ago

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What Chenqing means as a name

For my first meta post (on this tumblr), I thought I'd write a piece about the meaning of the name Chenqing, since it ties in so well to Wei Wuxian's narrative and his emotional arc. It's also part of the Chinese show title 陈情令 chenqingling, so I found it particularly fitting here.

bygone relationships

Firstly, as separate characters, 陈情 Chenqing has a possible meaning as past/old/bygone relationships/feelings, which can be either romantic or platonic. Just think about that in the context of his fracturing relationships, particularly those with Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian, having given Jiang Cheng his core, knows intimately that he has now broken his promise to be the Twin Prides in favour of giving his brother what he thinks he wants—the golden core—and he knows exactly how betrayed Jiang Cheng is going to feel, especially since Wei Wuxian would never willingly give him the full explanation.

But Wei Wuxian also thinks he’s disposable! That he’s expendable! So he writes his relationship with Jiang Cheng and hence those with Jiang Yanli and Yunmeng off as a bygone relationship. He thinks that he’s given that all up by giving up his ability to cultivate and hence contribute to Yunmeng Jiang, and that he has nothing else to offer them beyond that.

This child has grown up in a sect where his master constantly berates him and puts him down and reminds him of exactly how quickly he'd be cast out if he ever stopped being in Jiang Fengmian’s favour. Yu Ziyuan would have made her opinion very clear, and young Wei Wuxian, desperate not to go back onto the streets, would've found himself walking a delicate balance between not overshadowing Jiang Cheng too much and being great enough to continue being favoured by Jiang Fengmian.

He knows exactly how much being overshadowed hurts Jiang Cheng. But does he really have a choice when the alternative seems to be him going back to the streets? Wei Wuxian grows up knowing that the most important choice he has to make will hurt his brother either way: either he overshadows Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Cheng has to live with the inferiority, or he goes back onto the streets and Jiang Cheng is alone once more except for Jiang Yanli.

So maybe that's why he chooses to make the choice he did. Maybe that's why he was so willing to sacrifice his golden core. I’ve hurt my brother so much anyway, Wei Wuxian all but says, what's one more time when he will get the chance to carry out one of his deepest desires? What does the hurt of losing me compare to the triumph of defeating his family's executioners?

Most importantly: What does the pain and loss I have to endure here and now compare to the pain and loss I've put my brother through?

Wei Wuxian has known too much guilt and shame to ever think that the pain the Jiang siblings went through was anything but his fault. He has been blamed, derided, censured, rebuked too much for him not to take on the weight of the world's sins and believe wholeheartedly that it is his own, so it's really no wonder that he chooses to pull away from them after the war.

As for Lan Wangji, the bygone relationship here refers to how Wei Wuxian has taken on demonic cultivation. Again, the key thing here is that Wei Wuxian has no choice but to hurt the people he cares for, again and again and again. The key thing here is that he believes that Lan Wangji, paragon of Lan virtue, would never willingly associate with him once he realises that Wei Wuxian has begun cultivating the heretical path.

And he’s not wrong in thinking so: any other person would be rightfully horrified by Wei Wuxian’s cultivation. It violates so many taboos in Chinese culture that it’s frankly astounding. We’re not meant to read his cultivation as anything short of condemnable and abhorrent. Clearly, Lan Wangji’s love for Wei Wuxian ultimately outweighs his horror at his cultivation, but that’s a mark of his love, not an example of how the average person should behave.

So Wei Wuxian walks out of the Burial Mounds rightfully assuming that Lan Wangji will castigate him for choosing the only path left to him to avenge his family. He also believes that their previous relationship is lost to him now, because they built that relationship on the foundation of being equals, which Wei Wuxian cannot uphold now. He’s sacrificed that friendship in order to save his brother.

to give a full account

陈情 also has a literary meaning [to give a full account], which is derived from the《楚辞》Chuci / Songs of the South, an anthology of poetry traditionally attributed mainly to Qu Yuan and Song Yu from the Warring States period, through which (along with the《诗经》Shijing / Classic of Odes) pre-Qin Dynasty poetry is mainly known.

Specifically, it stems from this line in the poem《楚辞·九章·惜往日》/ Songs of the South · Nine Sections · Alas of Days Past: 愿陈情以白行兮，得罪过之不意。/ I wished to set forth my thoughts and explain my actions: I little dreamed this would be held a crime. (translation by David Hawkes.)

In this context, Wei Wuxian naming his dizi Chenqing alludes to the fact that his deepest wish is to explain his actions to his loved ones! He wants to make his actions known, but it would be a crime because then Jiang Cheng would be hurt and more. He can't tell them because he needs them to believe he is still strong and capable and not traumatised and exhausted, because he needs to fight and win this war, not just for the living, but for the dead—for his fellow Jiang disciples who died in the razing of Lotus Pier, for Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan, to whom he still feels some loyalty towards because of the opportunities and relative safety they offered him, regardless of their treatment of him.

#rui says #mdzs meta #wei wuxian #mdzs #cql #i sound so calm here but i promise you guys that when i yelled about this on discord i was Absolutely Not Calm

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piccolina-mina · 5 years ago

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Hi, im the anon wondering about which character is the favorite. Tbh i was just curious, but i understand how that could create drama 😅 my bad. Youre probably thinking im from the rnm fandom and you would be right. I had a hunch of which character it was, but i wasnt positive. I dont really see them playing favorites in terms of writing but that might just be because the favorite character is also my favorite character. I was curious as to your opinion but I understand if you dont wanna answer

I think narratively the show favors Michael. The writers openly discuss how much they love writing for him. He's everyone's favorite. He's Carina's favorite. He's a fan favorite. And that is fine.

But I do think there are some days when it's so blatant that it's a clear flaw on the part of those creating the narrative. There are many layers to this too, some more disconcerting then others, but I'll stick to the narrative.

The fact that I (and others I'm sure) don't actually have to mention his name and people automatically know sort of proves the point.

And it's not a slight against his character or the actor, and it's not to suggest that his storylines aren't enjoyable either. Case in point, personally, I think he and Alex are having the strongest personal arcs out of everyone this season.

But then, that isn't exactly surprising is it?

More often than not, I feel like it's Liz's story in name only, but consistent, deep, gritty, well thought out etc storytelling falls on Michael. I can see and feel all the time and energy dedicated to this specific character.

That's cool, but when you have an ensemble cast, the hope is that it's spread out a bit better. The first season is testing the waters. The second season gives you a better idea of how things are and will be now that there is a rhythm.

In the second season, Liz, our lead, has gotten lost and swallowed up in the plot. Jeanine is great and has some shining moments, but she doesn't exactly have her own personal story that isn't wrapped up in alien stuff. This is where it's frustrating that ... we don't spend a lot of time with the Ortechos, something they've attempted to rectify a bit this season, but it's still mostly unsuccessful.

This is where her arc with Rosa has not been as strong as it should be and got lost in Liz trying to bring Max back. This is where I repeatedly point out the lack of focus on her relationships outside of the pod squad. Her friendships with Maria and Alex suffer a great deal and honestly with Kyle as well.

This is where all things alien consume her, and she doesn't seemingly have a life or rather chooses to expend any focus to a life outside of the pod squad and their issues.

And this is where because of all her energy being put into such a narrow focus on solely alien issues often at the expense of every other facet of her life, she often feels decentralized from her own narrative.

But we have Michael, and I do think one of many reasons he's such a favorite is because of all the focus he gets and how well-rounded and developed he is compared to the others. I mean if that's the character everyone pours everything into ... then yeah, he would be the favorite, yeah?

He's fun to play with, the witty oneliners, the bad boy with a heart of gold, the misunderstood tragic not a hero but really a hero, the lovable jackass, the endearing "screwup" so on and so forth. He's wrapped up in a bow, the catnip of all the most endearing tropes.

And they love peeling back layers for him and developing him and expanding on his background and characterization carefully and thoughtfully.

And that's awesome and enjoyable even, but when you have an ensemble cast and it doesn't begin to be spread about evenly, then it's a reasonable nitpick.

I feel like we have a better grasp on his past than any other character. He naturally was the one who wanted to go back home, but almost all of the past alien history and folklore has essentially centered him or involved him more so than Isobel and Max.

He's the one who heads to and finds out about Caulfield. He's the one who sees his mother and where the aliens were held. He's the one who watches her die in front of him. He's the one who continued to be tied into that plot while they hand waved why Max and Isobel weren't interested in learning more when they dropped enough breadcrumbs to support why they should be.

Until this season, until very recently with Isobel, everything related to their origins fell on him, he is the face of the pod squad being invested in finding out about their history. It then ties in with his tragic backstory as the foster kid who never had nor felt "home."

By spending a season and a half essentially centering him alone in a narrative that should involve all of them, it seemingly made it his plot. And that's BEFORE we even get to these recent revelations with Sanders and this implication that Michael was "the special one" not Max (which the mere idea of a special one at all was not and has not been something I particularly care to subscribe to in the first place), so it's doubling down and solidifying something they didn't need to emphasize this much.

The alien past has always felt like Michael's story and Max and Isobel are just hitching a ride. The many ways it was only tied to Michael makes it that way. It was Michael that Jesse had a file on.

It's Michael whose first love is a product of the Manes Project Shepherd element. It's Michael who gets that conflict with Alex.

The Valentis have just as much ties to that as the Manes and yet that angle is barely explored or used to add an extra layer to the tension between Max and Kyle for example.

It was just barely used to flesh out Kyle during the first season, and then seemingly dropped altogether this season when he should have just as much claim in this narrative as all three pod squad members and Alex.

Ironically, this is a big disservice to Isobel. And this is where this exclusive focus on pouring so much into one character comes at the expense of others.

Isobel, people like her and all, but when I look at the actual narrative and her place in it, if not for the fact that she's an alien, she's not a character with much purpose, and that's a huge problem.

Because narratively, outside of being used as a victim, they honest to goodness don't know what to do with her. They barely invested enough in her character to give her a fully formed, consistent personality. There's no real pull there. And as the only female alien, they could have done so much more beyond being a vessel for Noah and an abortion storyline where the only point was to make a statement about women and reproductive rights that didn't land as intended because of Isobel's privileges and access.

Max benefits from being the co-lead and being part of the primary love story. And then of course there is the eternal and patently unfair and imbalanced fraternal angst that ALSO is more often than not used to serve Michael's storyline and development.

It's about Michael working through his resentment. It's about Michael's abandonment issues. It's about Michael's battle with self worth. And 2.05 was about Michael realizing how much his brother always loved him. And him growing from that realization. And him saving his brother.

Just like now, it's about Michael protecting Max and "suffering" for it. It's about Michael being a dark horse martyr and sin eater for his siblings after taking the blame for killing the girls from Isobel and now damning himself to a screwed up life on Max's behalf.

The weight of the revelations geared toward Michael. The Sanders connection was significant and that was ushered in through his connection to Michael.

In the same vein we found out Michelle Valenti has what should be an equally as impactful and longstanding connection with Max ... but did it carry the same weight as Michael and Sanders at all even though those respective relationships have run neck in neck throughout the series? No.

We know Maria was sidelined all first season. This season most of what they've given us feels performative to address the concerns people had because of how things are handled ... with her splitting redundant narratives with side characters, having things happen offscreen, or shuffled to a side, or left on the editing floor.

And her biggest relationship all season is? Michael.

Kyle is getting sidelined this season. There's so much we don't know and could about him. His love interest storyline also feels performative and perfunctory... they didn't invest in it at all. It was like going through the motions.

Rosa's storyline hasn't exactly taken off as you'd have expected given the circumstances. And they just jumped around with key and crucial character building and meaningful moments with that too. They sailed right on past the Maria and Arturo reveals without letting them breathe. Almost like they just didn't have any strong interest in doing much outside of hitting the necessary notes: tell Maria, reunion with Arturo, save Max, overdose.

Liz's core relationships are all over the place. Maria, Arturo, Rosa, Alex, Kyle ... not enough investment in them. Not enough digging deep into them. Not enough exploration. While Max was gone most of the season. And she worked with and provided support to Michael and Isobel, hung out with Cam, but continuously neglects the aforementioned others who should matter.

But Michael's core relationships have layers and stay intact ( Max, Isobel, Alex, and Maria) and he gets substance with other ones ... Kyle ... Sanders ...

So yeah, nothing wrong with having favorites. And if that person is your favorite then maybe it's easier not to care or think too hard about it or whatever.

But the reason I dislike when you can tell when one character is a favorite is because of how it affects the narrative overall.

It seriously impacts the storytelling. It's like writing entire chunks around a character and this specific position you want them instead of writing the story and weaving in the character.

It can take me out of a piece when I can tell the objective is to get to a precise moment with a specific character. When I can tell that some of the writing is obligatory and then "the real fun" happens with X.

It's like stuffing your face with all of your vegetables because you have to in order to get to that ice cream Sundae. Like "if I get through A-W then my reward will be Z."

This is me coming from an objective viewpoint because I can separate when analyzing. I have actually enjoyed Michael a lot this season. He and Alex have had the best character growth this season, in my opinion, and I really love that.

But this is also a glaring issue, and I hate when favoritism bleeds into a series, especially an ensemble cast when it leads to issues with the storytelling.

And despite my enjoyment, that's what I feel is happening here a lot.

It certainly isn't the first and only show I've noticed this with. And yeah, I've even made these same observations and criticisms when it's my favorite character too.

It's the same on another series I watch with one of my favorite characters, and it's so frustrating except in that case, it's a character who can do no wrong even when they're wrong, and ... that's a whole other discussion.

But yeah. I don't expect agreement with this. It's probably one of those unpopular opinions or hot takes that can definitely bug people, especially those whose favorite character is Michael.

But this is my observation and why I feel that like him or not, storytelling suffers, is predictable, or underwhelming, or annoying, or jarring when you can sense the obsession and favoritism.

#it's late so that may not be a comprehensive response #anyway ... I'm not here for another round of fandom fkery so if drama is what you want to start go elsewhere #rnm discourse #rnm asks

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astrolovecosmos · 5 years ago

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The 3rd House and Being an Only Child 👪👨‍👩‍👧

Aries in the 3rd: Independence was highly fostered from their experience as an only child. They felt like they had to stand out, especially through bravery or competition among friends/peers/coworkers/classmates growing up. There could be inner frustration or anger from their experiences. Maybe due to high demands from parents or even resentment from parents that were too harsh, argumentative, or many other things. There was also a battle to be fought on their own while growing up.

Taurus in the 3rd: Likely had a lot of stability and peace due to them being an only child. Could have had smothering parents, parents ingrained in their ways, or an atmosphere that really nurtured family loyalty. Being an only child could have spoiled them, given into their stubbornness, and gave a childhood of comfort. Watch out for learning materialism or placing worth on material goods and possessing others as a consequence from being an only child. Fear of change can exist in childhood.

Gemini in the 3rd: Here is an only child that seeks out siblings in the outer world through friends, cousins, neighbors. They learned to create a bond with others quickly. They could have learned from a young age that they had to be flexible and willing to let go to essentially survive. There is notice of their lack of siblings and they can easily get lonely. There can be temptation to start drama due to boredom, a lack of stimulation at home.

Cancer in the 3rd: There is a desire to emotionally connect with friends and community but they learned to be guarded. Isolation from being an only child can make them closed off to others, slower to learn social skills or more so social bravery. They may learn to connect mostly by listening to others. They can be protective over friends or extended family, possibly becoming possessive and wanting their friends to be more like family.

Leo in the 3rd: Being an only child fed them confidence! They were able to shine and they could desire to shine out in their community or among friends. There can be a bit of a stereotypical “only child syndrome” with them always wanting to win, be right, get their way. They can feel conflicted between their individuality and a desire to connect with others. People who are similar to them become celebrated. They want plenty of attention from both their parents and others. Through their experiences they may find a good environment for expression, to be themselves, and learning to lead and go after what they want.

Virgo in the 3rd: High expectations are put on this only child, especially academically or with work. There is hyper focus on this child and sometimes on “what is wrong” with the child. Likely grew up in a stable and routine environment. Relationship with parents, friends, neighbors, and community at times could have been stressful. The desire to connect with kids their age can be overshadowed by a desire or really learned behavior of correcting, criticizing, or changing others. May believe they are only liked for their “usefulness”. High-strung atmosphere can teach them patience for adulthood. Learns to connect with others through shared practical goals and with a caring attitude.

Libra in the 3rd: Tends to grow up in a peaceful atmosphere, could have been spoiled, must watch out for being overly attached to material goods, could have been the child who settled arguments among parents, friends, neighbors, the community. Can struggle with conflict or pressure as an adult due to coddling as a child. Depth, intimacy, independence, and dependence are all strong themes they must learn outside their own family realm, they learn it from the community, from outside bonds. May struggle with unfairness, control, or authority as an adult. Has a desire to be balanced in all of their relationships - giving equal attention to many, which can actually drain them.

Scorpio in the 3rd: Misunderstandings, isolation, sensitivity, becoming private, and being controlling come from their experiences as an only child. The outside world seems dangerous or out of control compared to their safe haven. This could also be the one and only child that experienced all the pain from parents/the family. The only one to absorb EVERYTHING - good and bad. They are mysterious to those outside the family. Wants to connect badly but also equally protect themselves. Friends are kept to a small inner circle. Cousins or extended family are filtered through tests and speculation. They don’t own anything to neighbors or the community.

Sagittarius in the 3rd: This only child reacts to their isolation with a hunger to explore and to share. They are friendly, possibly outgoing, wanting to touch every part of their community. They collect friends and acquaintances as they go. They are curious about the world and may rebel against an over protective environment. They must watch out for wearing their heart on their sleeve or being unprepared for the harshness of the real world. They can enter friendships with passion and easily be disappointed by the temporariness of them. Most of all they want to learn from others.

Capricorn in the 3rd: Can be the only child that has the weight of their family put on them. There are high expectations and their parents were on top of them with discipline and structure. Goals and ambitions from their parents are put onto them. May be the child a parent tries to live through. Connects with outsiders cautiously, possibly due to a sheltered and busy family life. The weight of their childhood may be long lasting into adulthood. A calculated competitive side can come out with friends, coworkers, and classmates that comes from an unexplored desire to learn and be challenged by others. Connects with others by letting go of the weight on their shoulders.

Aquarius in the 3rd: Is hyper aware of their situation and more importantly differences as an only child at a young age. They stand out among classmates, friends, coworkers, and in their community. Alienation and feeling like an outsider could have been common growing up. Loneliness and a desire to belong is a drive of theirs to connect with others. Was given a lot of freedom growing up or mental stimulation. There is an inner rebel in them which can either dance and explode with more challenging and strict parents but feel unexplored and unfulfilled with more relaxed parents. Makes close bonds with friends, truly valuing them as siblings. Detachment from communities can exist. Independence is fostered along with “being their own person”.

Pisces in the 3rd: An only child that frequently escaped into their imagination. Could have had over protective parents and may emotionally depend on their parents for a long time. They have a love for others which can make them deeply hurt by the boundaries set up by outsiders. They connect through affection, sharing in creativity, with forgiveness and tolerance. An individual who wants to connect for the sake of it. Wants to give back to their community emotionally or spiritually. Will need to learn to have boundaries as an adult and be careful about choosing friends, especially with how close they can get to them.

Planets can shed light more on the relationship with their parents. Sun - center of attention, takes after their dad, might be closer to dad. Moon - over protective or smothering parents, closer to mother. Saturn - Takes on too many responsibilities, feels unwanted, connections to the father. Mars- Frequent fighting with parents. Uranus - rebellion against parents.

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witchyaqua · 4 years ago

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planets in the 3rd house

DOMAIN OF THE 3RD HOUSE

Learning (reading, listening, studying, researching, analyzing) and communication of your first language (writing, speaking, signing, singing)

Motor skills, such as running, walking, crawling, and dancing (anything involving dexterity and coordination, really)

“Short-distance travel”, meaning travel around familiar environments or close to home

Logical challenges: taking things apart and putting them back together, puzzles, and games that require mental skill

Children your age; siblings, cousins, and neighbourhood, daycare, or elementary school companions

Early childhood environment from birth to the toddler years, and your earliest memories

SUN IN THE 3H:You found your self-worth lied in being smart and well-spoken, and in doing so found power in being intelligent. Speaking, reading, writing, teaching, learning, and listening all become you, as the exchange of information is a large part of who you are as a person. Your mind is active and very easily bored, and so is always looking for something mentally stimulating to latch onto.Aside from communication, you also do well in fields where you work with your hands. You don’t just talk the talk – you have plenty of practical skills to back it up too. Stereo-typically, women with this placement tend to be more communication-oriented, while men tend to be more trade-oriented. But that has more to do with how our culture teaches each sex to behave more than it does inherent qualities of Sun in the 3rd House. Both men and women alike can enjoy writing stories, poetry, song lyrics, essays, speeches, jokes. And both men and women can make a living for themselves in mechanics, computers, video games, electrical, carpentry, cooking, crafts, and other trades.

MOON IN THE 3H: Having your moon placed in the third house indicates that you saw your mother more like a big-sister than as a parent herself. Often this placement is given to the most responsible child which is closest to the parents. Taking on a parental role yourself (such as the oldest sibling looking after their younger ones, or the only child who sees their parents more like roommates than actual authorities) you sit on equal terms with your mother, seldom looking to her for emotional comfort or security. But this aloof detachment from your nurturing caregiver can lead to problems in your intimate relationships later on in life. Being rational, logical, and intellectual is not a bad thing, certainly!

MERCURY IN THE 3H:Your brain is very good at absorbing a multitude of things at once, allowing you to change from one thing to the next without missing a beat. You are a collector of facts and figures, the type of person that likes to know a little bit about everything. Nothing escapes the grasp of your curiosity. Your attention span may not be very long, but it is long enough to get the basic idea before continuing on. You pick up on things quickly, after all, and you do not waste time studying once you understand. In turn you may become fickle and finicky with boredom when forced into patience. It is not your fault for wanting to keep moving forward in search of more exciting activities! And it isn’t your fault that you have a lot of interesting things to say and you want to say all of it right now! But, you could still stand to settle, meditate for a moment, and focus on one task at a time. After all, how can you apply your mind constructively if you refuse to listen and build your skills?The best route for you is to exploit your mind’s capacity for taking in and expelling information. There are several different ways you can do this, beginning with communication. You love to talk. You always want to chat about the things you know and have others tell you their thoughts in exchange. An element of performance can make it all the better, especially when combined with some speaking role. This can make for exciting work as a writer, journalist, speaker, host, educator, or even different kinds of customer service. Of course, spending all day every day around people may or may not be your favourite thing. So you may instead look for work where you are doing something, uniting your brain with your body and producing some set of manual skills. Singing, acting, dancing, and playing music are all examples where breath meets self. Sports and crafts are two examples of coordinated movement. There is a recurring correlation between the people who need lots of mental stimulation and the playing of games, particularly video games and puzzles. You can be any of these, or all of them. The basic fact that unites all of these activities is this: You need to connect with other people by communicating with them, and you need to figure things out.

VENUS IN THE 3H:Conversation keeps you alive – deep, thought-provoking conversation, light-hearted discussions, hearty debates, casual small-talk. Sometimes you prefer to just stick close to your partner or your best friend. Other times you may gather around a group of friends and family and mingle from one person to another. If you thoroughly enjoy people, you can be found chatting up strangers in crowded streets, clubs, pubs, or big social events. Your relationships take you travelling on trips both long and short, and love seems to find you when you leave home and venture out into the world. And both love and friendship find you often when you travel away from home. You tend to be attracted to other Gemini-types of people who love to talk, learn new things, and who think intellectually about the world. You find yourself drawn to mentally alert, logical, rational people with enough wit and charm to get away with saying anything.Venus in the 3rd is also highly centred around learning and communication, as these are the basic tenets of this house. When gentle, beautiful, beauty-loving Venus dances here, she gifts you with eloquent speech. You can be a bit of a flirt, of course. You take pleasure in reading, writing, and speaking to people. Nothing pleases you more than time by yourself with a book, writing down a story that has been stuck in your head, crafting poems or songs, or visiting with loved ones.

MARS IN THE 3H: As a younger child, there was conflict between yourself and your siblings, cousins, neighbours, and other school children your own age. Sometimes it was competitive, sometimes it was defiance, sometimes it may even have been violence. Other times it was you being valiantly protective of them. This was your first testing ground for flexing your Mars inhibitions, strength, and aggression. Later, Mars comes out in others ways. You drive too fast and too recklessly, too impatient when you want to get somewhere. Your thoughts are consumed by sex and anger alike. You take many trips to new cities and back, likely making these short travels a part of your life. Disagreements with teachers, debates, rebelling against the rules, and challenging conventional thought have always been your ways of expressing your own thoughts and ideas about the world. You have always had a strong, wilful mind and your own way of thinking, and for those who sought to mould you into a certain type of thinker you proved challenging. Perhaps this is why you have always been attracted to Gemini-types of people. They talk a lot, have just as short of an attention span, are mentally and physically always on the move. You can verbally spar with one another and then suddenly move onto a conversation about something else. They make excellent lovers and companions for you.

JUPITER IN THE 3H:As a young child you likely travelled or moved often and changed schools frequently, which further spurred your tendency to flirt with several disciplines at once but quickly move onto the next thing soon after. You also have good relationships with your siblings and your cousins. But the main point of Jupiter in this house is for you to use the power of words to communicate Jupiter to the rest of the word. It is not easy, as you will read here, but it is your higher purpose.Jupiter and its 3rd House home are uncomfortable with one another, each one hindering the other. For example, you tend to exaggerate when you communicate. Important facts and details are glossed over so you can bend the rules to fit with your expanding mind, giving rise to impractical ideas and reckless reasoning. You are also cursed with a mind that is all over the place trying to contain an abundance of thoughts, both big picture and small. Always busy with several intellectual interests at once, your energies are left scattered and restless. Your thirst for learning is never quenched, and since you are forever learning and seldom doing, your efforts are basically unproductive. You may even feel as though you are the perpetual student. When will you finally know enough? How do you marry abstract ideas to logical reasoning? How do you communicate with flair while still sticking to the facts? These are questions you must harmonize with in your lifetime. What remains true is your incredibly optimistic outlook and your openness to understanding. These two items are what will carry you through on your journey to personal enlightenment, wherever that journey may go.

SATURN IN THE 3H:Saturn here is a weight placed upon your young shoulders, signalling difficulties in school and conflict with other children. Those younger than you were a burden, a responsibility you did not want, a chore you had to look after and play with. Those older than you were cold, strict, and unloving. If you had brothers and sisters your relationship with your siblings was “limited” or “restricted” in some way, either due to divorce, death, physical separation, or emotional barriers erected between you. If you were an only child growing up you likewise felt lonely being in your family all by yourself. Regardless of whichever category you fall under, you felt isolated, lonesome, and burdened by your solitude. Likewise in school you had problems learning and studying at pace with the other students in class. You may have been mislabelled as stupid or accuse of having a learning difficulty when things took you longer to do. But while getting yourself an education was difficult, it was not because you were unintelligent. In fact, as time would tell, you were actually quite the opposite.Saturn, wherever it is placed, forces you to slow down, set a goal, and work towards it gradually. It is a planet of security and safety, of work ethic and achievement, of being grounded and taking things seriously. Your mind mirrors the way Saturn works. You think very deeply about a limited number of subjects, becoming an expert on a handful of things. On those things you achieve practical intelligence, accumulating a wealth of knowledge that can be put to good use. Contemplative, thoughtful, conscientiousness, and observational – these are the qualities that help you to think deeply and seriously about the world around you. It is true that put off decision making as much as you can, procrastinating to make sure you pick the right one, as if you don’t trust yourself and need to make sure. Insecurity in your own intelligence has forced you to become a hard-lined intellectual (or else, alternatively, to reject intellectualism altogether). And at times, it has cost you. In trying to be realistic, you have become pessimistic. The cold hard facts, so unforgiving and dispassionate, colour your vision in shades of grey. The heart of Saturn in the 3rd House is that when you are exploring, relating to, and engaging with your surrounding environment, you are apprehensive at every moment. Fear is what keeps you quiet with your nose in your studies, ever doubting your own intelligence.

URANUS IN THE 3H:Unlike other people who may use only logic or only emotion to decide what it right and what is true, you are able to blend your thoughts and feelings together. This is the stem from which your insight sprouts its leaves and your creativity blossoms. You emerge with a very different way of processing the world, and end up with a very original personal style at the end of it. You are constantly reorienting your view of the information in front of you, looking at items from every possible angle and dissecting every little thought to its core. You come up with new and enlightened ways of understanding every time you learn something. Every new fact you uncover, every new opinion you discover, every new point of view leads to you drastically change the way you see the world.But your intelligence does come with its own kind of moody eccentricity, as it often does. In early education you sat, slumped in your desk, bored and unable to concentrate. Dry academics left you no room to be creative, no room to add your own unique twist. And purely creative subjects gave you no structure to tear down and change. Uninspired, restless, and wanting more from life, you got distracted easily and struggled to focus in your studies. Having a strong, independent mind and rebellious attitude towards your learning also do not help your relationship with teachers. You got into trouble with authority for what you said and what you thought, especially when you demanded equality, spoke out during class, and tried to shake up your learning environment to make it more interesting. You are always on the lookout for fresh and exciting experiences; your inability to be bored means that you always leap from one interesting discussion to the next. All your life you keep encountering similar struggles when pitted against a person that tells you how to think. But as you get older the tension that exists between you and other people is more to do with your unconventional ideas, “weird” personal tastes, and your failure to focus on one thing at a time.

NEPTUNE IN THE 3H:If you had brothers and sisters growing up it may have been that one of them was a “difficult” child (having some behavioural problem or a disability of some kind). In this case, you had to sacrifice some degree of your own happiness to adjust to them. If you had a sibling which died, you may carry some sort of guilt or responsibility for what happened and how it affected your parents. Alternatively, you may have been separated from your siblings through divorce, physical distance, or emotional severance, forcing you to give up your relationship with them. If you did not have siblings you still shared the loneliness in regards to your peers. Neptune in the 3rd inevitably concludes with personal distance between you and others, as if you are contained within your own personal bubble of fog.In response to this early distance from others your own age, you retreated inward, into the comforting chaos of your own mind. On the outside it seemed as though you were shy when you in class; teachers may have even though you suffered from learning disabilities from the confusing way your mind seemed to work. Others see you as delusional, confused, gullible, easily impressed upon, and unrealistic in your expectations. Some may even accuse you of being mentally unwell or unstable. They see you as far too emotional and not logical enough. Being so empathetic, their words come to you as truth, and you begin to believe them. For much of your life you are pressured to favour hard science, logic, rationality, and dry intellect, and forced to learn and speak the way people think you should. You may even come to worship knowledge and science as if it were an unquestionable religion. But at some point in your life curiosity is bound to overtake to, and you will fall deep into your fascination with spirituality, magic, fantasy, the occult, and other ancient practices. The intellectuals of the world will tell you believe in these things is foolish. But to you and the way you drink in the world, they are as real as anything, and they explain so much.

PLUTO IN THE 3H:You were made for penetrative research and investigation into the unknown, for your mind sneaks into the darkness of a person’s emotional mind and pulls out truths one at a time. You have a knack for sniffing out secrets. Everybody has a sore spot – abuse, trauma, loss, sex, death, births, relationships gone bad. You have a hungry need for knowing the underlying psychology of every person you meet, and you will not rest until you’ve “figured them out”. Often you fall into the trap of thinking people are more deadly, more secretive, and more complex than they actually are. You come at them with invasive questions like a prosecutor examining a criminal, hoping to get everything out of them over the course of your relationship. Your intentions of exposing a person’s worst qualities and darkest secrets right off the bat is a testament not only to your paranoia, but to the negative way in which you view the world.Your mind can turn against you in the way it works sometimes. You may be one of many who suffer from some sort of mental illness or instability, which you know about but try to hide from other people. Intrusive thoughts which are obsessive, anxious, angry, destructive, or sexual turn over in your mind incessantly. Resentment which should have cooled long ago still burns inside of your heart, and you dwell in violent fantasies whenever your darker emotions are stirred. None of these patterns of thought are healthy, nor are they constructive uses for the mind. A surprising way you can turn your outlook around? Travelling. Each trip you take marks a specific turning point in your life. By forcing you out of your comfort zone and surrounding you with new cultures, new foods, new people, and new experiences, your mind can renew itself in a new place. Perhaps you get out of a slump by moving away to a new city and leaving behind an old environment that was detrimental to your mental health. Maybe you revitalize a tired mind by picking up a book or a new area of study, going back to school, or taking a short trip to clear your head.

-all the information i found is from canaryquillastrology.com

#astrology #the3rdhouse #sun #moon

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seraphicwiing · 4 years ago

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SEPHIROTH BEFORE NIBELHEIM ---> PART 1- RELATIONSHIPS

This will most likely be a three part series expanding on what our favourite Hero was like before Nibelheim because hey, before he was a monster, he was a human. The topic for this post is his relationships with certain characters during this broad time period (Also slightly based around interactions already done on this blog so some characters may have more skewed ratings). I hope you all enjoy the read <3 (Also enjoy this meme of a pic, I call it the many forms of Sexyroth tyty)

PLACED UNDER THE CUT DUE TO LENGTH. LEO PROTECTING Y’ALLS DASHES <3

THE TURKS- Opinions on the Group: Mild Indifference

Veld: Closeness: 6/10, Trust Level: 5/10,

Sephiroth has a lot of respect for Veld as a leader. When he gets sent on a mission with particular Turks, his first point of contact is and always has been Veld. While he doesn’t really have that much of an opinion on the department other than they are a secretive bunch of Suits (literally), Veld has always made a lasting positive impressions through words of advice for the SOLDIER. He could tell that Veld was well trained, he put on that caring facade exceptionally but he appreciated the words of wisdom all the same.

Tseng: Closeness: 2/10, Trust Level: 5/10

This man was someone that Sephiroth did not have many encounters with, but he knew of him. When he would go to visit Veld for briefings if he was going on a mission with a partnered Turk, Tseng was almost always there. Exchanges were brief, merely giving each other a respectful nod before going about their business. At some point, he just assumed Tseng was Veld’s new secretary, he had no idea that Veld was grooming the man to become his successor.

Reno: Closeness 1/10, Trust Level: 3/10

Good old ‘Torch Head’ himself. At this rate, Sephiroth is choosing to forget Reno’s name on purpose when he is assigned a mission with him. While he finds the redhead’s opinion on him amusing, he hates the way he acts around him. He will always let Reno take charge in their missions just to spare him an argument, but when push comes to shove, Sephiroth will end up doing his own thing if Reno’s plan goes South. Mind you, if Reno was in danger the SOLDIER would still come to save him, much to his chagrin. ‘No man left behind’ mentally coming into full play there.

Rude: Closeness: 6/10, Trust Level: 7/10

Probably his favourite out of all of the Turks in terms of work ethic, Rude is very professional and from that; Sephiroth has formed a mutual respect for the fisticuff fighter which he hopes the knuckle sandwich provider shares. During missions, they work in tandem and are incredibly badass at what they do. Their fighting styles compliment each other perfectly and they are both quiet. They know what to do, no need to dilly dally with words. Although, Sephiroth does crack one dry joke here and there to lighten the mood.

Cissnei/Shuriken: Closeness: 6/10, Trust Level: 6/10

Cissnei is a unique one, while he’s never had the pleasure of going on missions with her personally, he has seen her work and it impressed him. For someone so young (at the time), Sephiroth was quite surprised that they had this martial skill. He wondered why ShinRa were employing such young people, she reminds him of his own childhood and teen years as such, they’ve formed a surprising friendship; however he has certain trust issues with her since she is a Turk, perhaps she’s putting on the gentle act much like how Veld does. He offered to train her once, but she politely declined with the comment:

“No thanks, I’d prefer not to be humiliated by the Poster Boy of the SOLDIER programme.” Did I mention that he finds mild annoyance when people call him ‘Poster Boy’?

As for the rest of the Turks (Legend, Martial Arts, Gun, Katana etc/), he never really had an equal share of time with them to formulate an opinion. He had been on missions with these particular people in the past but never properly formed a relationship with them. a handful of Turks is more than enough for him.

SHINRA EXECS- Opinion on the Group: Half of them are weird, the rest are alright

President Shinra: Closeness: 4/10, Trust Level 4/10

When it comes to the President, Sephiroth holds his tongue a lot. While he morally dislikes the old man, he respects the conviction of his cause. His ambition. When given orders from Shinra himself, he follows them to the tee. While he does not know the truth yet, he will eventually come to kill this man. Good riddance when he does.

Heidegger: Closeness: 8/10, Trust Level: 7/10

Out of everyone on the board, Sephiroth finds his relationship with Heidegger to be the most fruitful. This is thanks to the Wutai War. He protected Heidegger and acted in his stead, leading the ShinRa forces on a grand conquest. Heidegger is the reason why he became a hero, a Legendary one at that. He holds this old man in high regard as both a mentor and a fatherly figure, he only wishes he wasn’t so stern on other people all the time.

Reeve Tuesti: Closeness: 5/10, Trust Level: 7/10

Sephiroth had first heard about Reeve when he was in his early teens, and while he’s only spoken to the man a couple of times, the Soldier believes that he has the best intentions in mind out of everyone on the board. He wishes that he was more socially inclined to speak with him but sadly, he rarely gets a chance to talk to him nor does he have that great of a motivation to approach him. If he needed someone to vent too though who wasn’t his inner circle of friends, Reeve would be a decent candidate.

Palmer: Closeness: ?/10, Trust Level ?/10

Sephiroth has never actually spoken or done anything related with Palmer. He’s also probably another one of those people that the poor SOLDIER forgets the names off. In this case, Palmer is good old ‘Butter Fingers’.

Scarlet: Closeness: 1/10, Trust Level: 2/10

When Sephiroth first met Scarlet, he wouldn’t lie, she was quite the sight. But when he eventually learnt how she acted and her demeanour, his opinion on her quickly changed. He considered her as a nasty piece of work, the looks of a goddess but the attitude of a heartless wretch. He was always displeased when sharing a room with her, and conversations between them devolved into a contest of dry wit and sarcasm. What a bucket load of fun!

Professor Hojo: Closeness: 5/10, Trust Level: 2/10

Ah yes, the best for last. Sephiroth’s pops. He always felt neglected, and always felt as if Hojo was this close to accidently killing him. Any time he asked for something, he was met with a caring smile and what he wanted but it didn’t matter when he’d have to spend most of his time inside a glass tube. The older he got, the more creeped out he felt with his father to the point where SOLDIER training became quite freeing. Even if it was hard, he didn’t want to have to stay with Hojo any longer than he needed too. Sephiroth despises Hojo. If he had a choice, he would’ve picked Gast.

SOLDIER GANG- Opinion on the Group: Brotherhood, Loyalty, Family.

Genesis Rhapsodos: Closeness: 10/10, Trust Level: 9/10

Life wouldn’t be the same with a brother without a little sibling rivalry. Sephiroth sees Genesis as the older brother who always tries to beat him into shape, keep him on his toes. He couldn’t ask for a better training partner, nor a better friend. He feeds off of their competition, it what makes him strive harder to succeed. While he knows Genesis wishes he could have the title of hero, he at least is glad knowing that the huge burden on his shoulders isn’t on Genesis’ shoulders. He wants to spare one of his best friends that eternal weight. The poetry though? Maybe he could lighten up on. Sephiroth can only listen to the same verses of LOVELESS for so long before he gets bored or slaps the book out of his hands and tosses it into a river.

Angeal Hewley: Closeness 10/10, Trust Level: 10/10

While Genesis is the brother that he possesses the rivalry with, Angeal is the brother that Sephiroth confides in the most when he’s in need of someone to speak too. There is a mutual understanding and respect between the two and Sephiroth considers their friendship to be one of the most important parts of his life, up there with his friendship with Genesis. They both ground him and remind him that they aren’t just SOLDIERS. Training with Angeal is like an honourable duel for Sephiroth, it isn’t as theatrical as with Genesis and a lot more pacey, less magic.

Zack Fair: Closeness 9/10, Trust Level: 10/10

Sephiroth made it his business to take Angeal’s own student under his wing should he be otherwise encumbered with other things. As such, Sephiroth places a great deal of trust in Zack and wishes nothing but great success for the future hero in the making. Sephiroth sees him as someone with the potential to become even greater than he could ever be. Traits that he never really had. A true apprentice.

Others

Aerith Gainsborough: Closeness: 9/10, Trust Level: 10/10

They met when they were still kids, and formed a meticulous bond over what was happening between the two in Hojo’s lab. She was afraid, and so was he, but Sephiroth would put on a brave face and would often converse with her from behind the glass tubes that were their prison. When she eventuallyvanished along with her mother, Sephiroth was left distraught and quite upset. He wondered where she went, wondered why she left. He wouldn’t get his answer until later on in his life. Both had grown up, Sephiroth as a Hero and Aerith as a simple flower girl. They reformed their bond, with Sephiroth trusting her with any of his burdens. They also braid each others hair when given the chance!

Cloud Strife: Closeness: 6/10, Trust Level: 6/10

For the very brief time that he did get to meet Cloud, Sephiroth felt quite annoyed with the young upstart infantryman. Too much of a fanboy, saw too much of Zack in him. But he eventually warmed to the blonde as time went on. The only reason why Sephiroth allowed himself to get to know Cloud just a little bit better was because of Zack. He liked Cloud, but that didn’t last very long.

#;— TELL ME WHAT YOU CHERISH MOST (Headcanons)#(Again apologies with the length)#(See if you can find your character ;3)

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astroismypassion · 5 years ago

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Hello and Happy birthday!! 🎂🎉🎈🎁 I was wondering if you could do my chart? I was born on the 29.8.1997. at 6:47 AM in Tuzla, BiH. Thank you and best wishes to you for your b-day!! ❤️❤️

Hello there!

Thank you, it was great fun! :) We celebrated here too. I didn’t eat any cake, but we had a dessert.

P.S.: I hope that you don’t mind,I added some “fun facts” there at the end. I had an urge to change it up a bit. So I added observations I’ve found the most interesting about your chart.

Your dominant signs are: 1. Virgo, 2. Aquarius and 3. Gemini. Your dominant planets are: 1. Mercury, 2. Mars and 3. Uranus. You are Earth dominated. Your dominant mode is Mutable.

FAMILY, EARLY SCHOOL ENVIRONMENT, SIBLINGS

Your parents always made sure all of your siblings have enough and that each is given an equal amount. Like if one got shoes for Christmas, the other had to get a pair too. It was only fair to do that. You moved around the home, outdoors a lot as a child. You might have even moved. Or change residence. Or you just took many short trips. You might even have a crush on one of your teachers. You might have had some weird, unusual experiences with your family members, siblings, relatives, even neighbours or close environment. If you have any siblings, they are either Scorpio, Aries or Sagittarius. Your Moon is in the 11th house of Cancer, you might struggle with recognizing your emotions since you feel them deeply, but try to rationalize them in order to cope. Your early home life was strict, you knew exactly what your responsibilities were. Parental figures were kind, yet over-critical, a bit absent minded and had a lot of responsibilities of their own on their shoulders. There is a wound in regards to your one on one connections. Especially romantic ones, with your parents. You might have experienced your parents' separation and it affected your view on romantic relationships. Your father might have been away a lot due to work. Or he was not emotionally or physically present. With Saturn in the 8th house you developed certain trust issues and fears of abandonment. You are cautious and on guard when it comes to deep bonding. Relationship with your siblings is intense, you might compete with each other in school work or be rivals almost. There seem to be a great deal of secrets you hide from your parents. There might have been emotional turmoil, blackmail and manipulation between family relatives. There is a wound, a hur in your self-confidence, self-worth due to the relationship you witnessed your parents had. Your sensitive topics are also finance and money, possessions, belongings and material items, even your income.

CAREER, PROFESSIONAL LIFE, PUBLIC IMAGE

With Gemini and Cancer in the 10th house and Virgo NN in the 1th, you are extremely knowledgeable and strive to succeed. Areas and fields you do well in are the following: health fields (nursing, care taking, hospice, retirement homes, work with elderly), medicine (alternative and holistic too), education and teach young adults (workshops even), media, publishing, book keeping and archives, nutrition, dietetics, fitness and wellbeing centers, research, languages, even tech fields. Your income will be rather stable and you will earn a nice paycheck at every month. Your 6th house is ince Pisces and Aquarius. You don’t have a stable routine. There is this “mood” early in the morning that sets your day. And there might be erratic changes, sudden plans cancelling and you can’t keep to have a steady schedule and routine. You overwork yourself on a daily basis. And after, you oversleep on all the sleep you’ve missed, you might have irregular meals or be prone to emotional eating. You might not have the most clear idea of how body functions. It’s like health is really important to you, but there always seem to be so much more to understand. You might have food sensitivities, allergies or have special food regime, food diet or some rituals in your food that you follow. You like to indulge in sweets too, but that only when you are really stressed or overworked. You just munch on it. You have great writing potential for anything creative or academically. You can juggle many careers, hobbies at once since you posess such various skill set. You know languages, music, art, education. It will be hard to pick just one field. You might change careers after some time for something completely new.

PARTNERSHIPS, FRIENDSHIPS

Your crushes and love is a field you don’t see clearly and have hard time understanding what is actually happening. Most of the time you are oblivious to it all. There is Neptune, Uranus over Aquarius and Capricorn 5th house. You might experience sudden changes, affairs that end just as quickly as they started. You are easy to talk to, which makes you very appealing. But you just can’t seem to hold on your lovers. Something happens that changes your mind. You might be put on pedestal a lot and you do that to others as well. You see your crush through rose tinted glasses. So there is a lot of pressure. You might crush on Capricorn, Pisces, Aquarius, Aries and Taurus people. Even Scorpios. You’ll notice Libras will cause you the greatest pain or somehow heal you, so that you will be able to move forward. You like “practical”, useful relationships, where there is a learning component or teacher student dynamic. But you are also prone to being deceived. Your friends are very sensitive, kind, loving, but they are also attention seeking. Might be quite outgoing when comfortable. You need a lot of mental stimulation and connection with your lover.

FUN FACTS

You might dream about being the main star of the show a lot. Or you achieving, being on the central stage. You might dream of becoming a star in your field of choice. Take this with a grain of salt, but here is a bit of “prediction” astrology. Since you have Saturn in the 8th house, this might indicate you will age gracefully and look beautiful in your older years. It also indicates a rather long life. You have the possibility to reach a high age. With Aries Saturn there it might mean your death will be sudden. But take this more for fun, this sort of “predictions” are not as accurate since there is genetics as well. You might have a lot of Cancer friends and Leos. You have a hard time seeing your worth, creating a healthy ego and having healthy boundaries. You tend to be more giving and selfless in this field. You might give too much, because you don’t believe you deserve more. You have a lot of Mutable Earth indicating you are prone to over-analyzing, mental restlessness, nervousness (that might create stomach issues), have high metabolism, skin issues or fluctuating weight. You rely on your imaginative, “escape” world a lot. You’ve been doing that since your early years. You might seek escape through music, films, art, food, even substance if not careful enough. You like to be nurtured by someone enhancing your imaginative, romantic, creative side. By someone, who allows you to express yourself however you’d like.

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wtfzodiacsigns · 5 years ago

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The 3rd House and Being an Only Child 👪👨‍👩‍👧

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alexiethymia · 6 years ago

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Gintama and Family [anime and manga spoilers]

I have already found religion, but then I have also found Gintama

I cannot adequately explain the feelings I have for this show, how it made me cry, and laugh, so much, and fall in love with it so quickly. The combination of heartfelt emotion from impactful lessons interspersed with snorting my drink through my nose due to the crass humor and then followed by gross sobbing.

I’ve said it enough times, but previously the only anime that could make me feel those full range of emotions, sometimes all at once were One Piece and Full Metal Alchemist. But where One Piece is about reaching beyond the horizon, following your dreams, and looking toward the future, while FMA is all about finding peace and accepting your past, I think Gintama is simply about the present, living day-by-day the only way you can. It doesn’t have to be grand. You don’t always have to be positive. You can live life feeling as if you have no dignity or goal, but live in the present as best as you can, since as Gintoki said, life will only get worse haha.

But seriously, I’m a sucker for found family stories.

You have Gintoki, as a child, who had no hope and no future, surviving among corpses, but not living. He eventually finds a teacher, but really more of a father, or that father finds him. You’re not sure where it starts, with Gintoki or Shoyo-sensei. In Shoyo-sensei’s words, they raised each other. Both solitary creatures who had reason to be scared of humans or hate humans or not just care about humans, but they found each other and they were each saved, and everything begins from there.

Gintoki finds sibling disciples. Katsura and Takasugi become like brothers to him. They eventually end up burying their fellow students. He finds more brothers-in-arms in the war, Sakamoto and Kurokono. He ends up losing his father. By his own hand at that. And then he even ends up losing the brothers he saved.

Most of everyone at this point would have given up, broken down, cursed the world. Imagine the guilt and the loathing he must have felt at that point in his life. But small acts of unrelated kindness saved him, in a way in response to his own. Saving a little’s girl’s life. A promise made. Being saved by an executioner. An old granny’s kindness. Another promise made.

He of all people should be one of those to hate the Amanto the most, but he takes one in and treats her like a little sister or a daughter. Family becomes a sukonbu-loving amanto and her monster dog god, a megane and his older gorilla sister, a robot meido, a neko auntie, and a baasan. Speaking of Shinpachi and Tae, I love the sheer number of family relationships/sibling relationships shown in Gintama: Kagura and Kamui and Umibozu and Kouka, Sougo and Mitsuba, Tetsuko and Tetsuya, Shigeshige and Soyo, not even counting the side characters, and how blood-related or found family both are shown to be as equally important. Shinpachi and Kagura, though blood-related they may not be, they look out and protect each other. Shinpachi is a weak feeble human who wouldn’t recover from sword wounds or gunshot wounds as quickly as Kagura but you’d lose count of the number of times he shields Kagura with his own body and protects her the way Kamui once did.

So many people have lost a family member, but found family again. For Otose, despite not having kids, how must she have felt to have found Gintoki, especially as she would have been reminded of Tatsugorou. The same thing for Gengai who lost his son, and then besides Ginnoji, gains Tama and Kintoki, and the rest of his robots. Even robots and the bonds made with them aren’t treated any less than those with ‘humans’, though even the meaning of that is very subjective in this show.

Despite losing Takasugi, Katsura is still there. As someone’s who’s been there with Gin since almost near the beginning, it’s so important that he’s there and he understands and supports Gin in his own Katsura way. He has Elizabeth and his Joui faction. He even comes to care for Shinpachi and Kagura, the same way Gin does. Sakamoto is there too with Mutsu and his Kaientai. And even Takasugi has his Kiheitai. No one ends up truly alone. And the four of them, the choices they made and the paths they walked on, no one can truly say which one was ‘correct’. Gin may seem apathetic, not caring about the fate of the nation and all that. But, it’s just that he doesn’t care about the unimportant things, but for things that matter, he care so much, it seems as if he’ll sink from the weight of it. But he still shoulders that burden.

Don’t get me started on the Shinsengumi, and the bond between the Shinsengumi and the Yoruzuya, how the Shinsengumi are a found family of their own and how perhaps Gintoki gains a bash brother in Hijikata and is reminded of his petty rivalries with Takasugi and how Kondou sometimes reminds him of Shoyo, how home for Gintoki is now where his family is and home wouldn’t be home without them, a certain terrorist, a monster duck, a gorilla officer, a sadist, and a mayonnaise lover, how the Yoruzuya saved and protected the Shinsengumi, and now how the Shinsengumi sacrificed two years each with their own burdens (Hijikata despite his pride being demoted, Kondo despite his love for Otae going through with a political marriage, Sougo doing the dirty jobs he doesn’t want Kondo and Hijikata to do) and their own existence just so they could help rebuild the Yoruzuya

The bond between Hinowa, Seita, Tsukuyo and the rest of the Hyakka, how the story doesn’t shy away from the darkness of Yoshiwara, and amidst that, paints a beautiful story of motherhood

There’s also Sacchan, Zenzo, Kyuubei, Hasegawa and the rest of Kabuki-cho. And speaking of Sacchan and Zenzo, the friendship they’d formed, along with the rest of the Oniwabanshu, with Shigeshige. Soyo’s friendship with Kagura and Nobume. Nobunobu’s with Katsura and Sakamoto. How the barrier between the supposed ‘rulers’ and those to be ‘ruled’ are shattered, and how those who were supposed to be at the top learned the most due to these friendships.

Nobume and Isaburo’s father and daughter relationship. And despite losing Isaburo, the connections she’d already made are still present, along with other connections through Shoyo. For Gintoki he learns he has a kouhai-deshi, a younger sister fellow student.

Oboro, despite the tragedy of his life, dies not alone. Takasugi learns they have a senpai-deshi, an older brother apprentice. He honors the last wish of the first student of the Shoka Sonjuku.

Gintoki shouting that he never lost anything. See he’s far from perfect, lazy, unmotivated, having scrupulous morals, probably a diabetic by now, but he makes a damn good father-figure or older brother or teacher, because he also learned from the best, just as how Shoyo learned from him (and Oboro) and through him, how to be ‘human’. Gintoki doesn’t fight to be the strongest, or for some lofty goal, or for something noble like changing the country. In fact, he’d rather not fight at all and just read Jump. He just fights for what he wants to protect, but see, he kept on making so many bonds that they grew wider and longer intertwining so many people, that it was only a matter of time that he would become the center of a country’s rising and falling.

The word love doesn’t get thrown around at all, but you feel it deeply the emotions each of these characters feel for the family they may have lost, still have, gained, reclaimed, or found. Kagura reclaiming her blood family with those tiny hands of hers, and it doesn’t matter earth brother or blood brother or earth father or blood father, love isn’t an expendable currency. It only multiplies the more you give of it. Pirako wanting to reclaim her father, making mistakes along the way. Pirako and Jirocho atoning together. Gintoki realizing that perhaps he never lost Takasugi at all.

How could a corpse-eating demon child ever have foretold that although he may be surrounded by death now and it would continuously haunt his footsteps, he would eventually be surrounded with so much love and bonds and people in the future?

#gintama #gintama meta #sakata gintoki #gintoki #katsura kotarou #takasugi shinsuke #yoshida shouyou #joui 4 #shimura shinpachi #kagura #i just really have so many feelings about gintama #ramblings about gintama #family feels

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thornquillthefiendish · 5 years ago

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A little thing (actually very big thing woah) on the three even though I haven’t really gotten anywhere near their designs yet.

Though I’m not fully caught up on the series due to being a bit lazy and also getting into the actual books really late since no bookstores near me sold them, I’ve seen enough amvs and read enough of the books to know the basic gist of things, especially since I got into warriors around the same time of omen of the stars coming out and weirdly enough one of the only books (and the first warriors book I ever got) I physically own is night whispers which was weird to get into because it wasn’t even the beginning of that arc damn it, but that’s not the point. The point is that from what I’ve read, seen, and heard of (still reading through the series damn it, do not even care for spoilers at this point) I kinda wish things had gone differently.

First off, in this AU I want ashfur to instead have fallen in love with Brambleclaw, who in this AU gets a slight name change to Bramblepelt, mostly so he has a connection to his sister, Tawnypelt, no matter how far apart they are. Ashfur is originally good friends with squirrelflight (renamed Redflight after Redtail) and this friendship is severed when her and Bramblepelt begin seeing each other. Redflight never really gets into relationships with other toms in this, it’s just an off and on relationship, with her going to her friends and family for comfort, this including Ash for awhile until he distances himself completely from her. The plot against firestar, or in this AU, Ravenstar, is actually so he can gain Bramblepelt’s favor in some way, as he believed when Bramblepelt became leader after his death, he’d be able to admit he helped Hawkfrost and that Bramblepelt would be pleased with him. It didn’t work though, and Ashfur slowly began to blame the object of his affections.

Meanwhile, Leafpool still has her thing with Crowfeather, who is developed a bit differently in this AU and not as much as an Asshole as he is in canon. I think their relationship spurred after Redflight introduced her to him at a gathering, as ofc one of the toms who went on the journey with her since I think they’d be close buds here. The relationship spirals out of control and ofc leafpool decides she can no longer continue this relationship and the two amicably decide to end it. Then leafpool finds out she’s pregnant.

Now we can get into the main bbs, Lionblaze, Hollyleaf and Jayfeather. These three will have parts of them swapped, though overall their personalities are unchanged, except for Lionblaze. Lionblaze grows up to be a softy, he originally wants to become Medicine cat, but the stars instead have him become a warrior. His suffix doesn’t match his personality at all, and most are very confused as to why he isn’t in the medicine den, almost just as confused as to why he’s so damn strong. He’s not amazing at tactics, but has amazing brute strength, which he hates. He’s really close with Leafpool, and loves his parents dearly. He also sees himself as close with Ashfur, who constantly wants to distance himself from him. He instead loses his powers due to the following.

Jayfeather remains the same, but instead of lionblaze being the one to train in the df, it’s him. After he is eventually judged rather forcefully into becoming a Medicine cat, Jaypaw awakes in the dark forest, where the cats there train him to hone his fighting skills beneath everyone’s noses. Eventually, he realizes the dark pull the dark forest has on him and abandons it completely, though most cats are very suspicious as to why he has noticeable muscles and scars on him. He’s mostly unchanged besides that, and secretly being a great fighter despite his blindness. He got a lot closer to Redflight than he did to Bramblepelt, though he ofc still loves him. Redflight also consistently tried to get him to become a warrior no matter what, and was heart broken for him when he eventually had to become a led cat.

Hollyleaf barely changes, but her better qualities are more exaggerated. She’s a deligent warrior who knows the code word by word and has amazing battle tactics and a good head on her shoulders. She’s the glue that holds her siblings together and the mediator, very calm and logical. She’s a daddy’s gal, Bramblepelt would always cheer his kits on, no matter what they chose to do, and he could tell Holly wanted to become something greater as a kit, so he always incouraged her. She gains her own power in this, which is basically very similar to a Sherlock Holmes thing, she can observe small, insignificant details to anyone else and eventually piece together the entire image rather quickly, she may also have the ability to see into the past in brief flashes, but only of the place she currently stands in.

This is where the even bigger changes happen.

So the fire scene happens, Ashfur gleefully ready to let the kits of his beloved and their mate die in a fire so that he can further torture Redflight. Redflight forces herself to act as if she doesn’t care, because the kits aren’t hers. Ashfur, shocked, and equally pleased, let’s them live, planning to eventually tell Bramblepelt and turn him against his own family.

Instead of Hollyleaf being greatly distraught, it’s Lionblaze. Lionblaze, who trained for moons with Ashfur, who loved and trusted his parents, and had known nothing, but being kind and gentle, felt an immense hatred build up inside him. This is what leads him to kill Ashfur. Hollyleaf stumbles onto the scene, and though horrified, helps her brother cover the murder up so that he would not be blamed. Lionblaze becomes a wreck, unable to quite forgive himself for what he’s done, and inevitably regretting it, as if Ashfur haunts his every step.

Hollyleaf grows weary as she watches her family fall apart, and her poor brother grow sicker and sicker with the stress of what he’s done, but she also grows angrier. She eventually is able to piece together everything she currently knows about her family, and is able to get information from cats outside of her family, piecing together that her parents are actually Leafpool and Crowfeather with what some would call very little information. She is disgusted by this, and begins to blame Leafpool and Crowfeather for her family’s pain.

Jayfeather attempts to move on, he attempts to live the life he’s been given the best he can, only distancing himself from his family. The glue that was Hollyleaf is running dry as she becomes more and more obsessed with justice, with finding someone to blame, anyone. Jayfeather falls into a silent depression, he hides his feelings on the topic and focuses on the prophecy.

Eventually Hollyleaf reveals that Lionblaze killed Ashfur and that her and her siblings parents are Leafpool and Crowfeather. Chaos ensues, and Hollyleaf quickly comes to realize that everything has been made worse. She blames herself, but still not as greatly as her biological parents. She still tells Leafpool to eat the death berries, but her reasoning is instead due to the pain and grief her family, her real family has gone through all leading back to her. Leafpool expresses that she had no other choice, she couldn’t be a mother and she knew it, and she couldn’t leave her duties, and now that everything was said and done, she’d rather be dead than have put all of them through this. Hollyleaf has a brief moment of clarity, of sympathy for Leafpool, not quite sure how to feel at all about this, and when Jayfeather walks in on them, she panics. She runs off, towards the tunnels, the self hatred in her building up as she comes to the conclusion that there wouldn’t be this much hurt if she hadn’t opened her mouth.

She runs into the tunnels, and it of course caves in, Lionblaze and Jayfeather watching as their sister dies (but not really), and instantly turning against each other, Jayfeather blames Lionblaze, arguing the only reason she did any of this was to defend him, and that he did not once attempt to lift the weight off her shoulders, Lionblaze, enraged, attacks Jayfeather, and is interrupted by Bramblepelt and Redflight breaking up the fight. Redflight begs for them to apologize to each other, that they’re all that they have now, and Lionblaze, still heated and angry snaps back that Redflight isn’t their mother, that they aren’t family. He marches off, Leaving his adoptive parents with a slightly scratched, but alright Jayfeather, who attempts to comfort his mother as he breaks to her the terrible news.

After the fact, the entire family is mostly split, Leafpool and Redflight comfort each other, Bramblepelt has no real clue on how to feel and what to think, and Jayfeather and Lionblaze completely distance themselves from each other and their families. Eventually, very slowly, the two brothers become close again, just as Bramblepelt and Redflight forgive each other. They start to heal. Lionblaze figures out he’s lost his power, and Jayfeather and him become very confused. Though lionblaze is glad, but this means he’s no longer apart of the prophecy, which begs the question.

Who’s the third and second cat?

In their minds, Hollyleaf is dead, meaning the second cat is dead as well, and Jayfeather takes this to mean the prophecy might be dead too. That is until Dovepaw comes around, and adds even more questions to the entire thing. If the prophecy isn’t dead, there’s another cat out there who’s going to join them. Even though Lionblaze no longer is apart of the prophecy, he helps Jayfeather since he was for so long.

Meanwhile, Hollyleaf is spending time finding herself with Fallen Leaves, and basically mothering a Fox kit. This gives her time to think about herself and what she’s done, and eventually, forgive herself. She thinks she’s no longer apart of the prophecy, but is proven wrong when she is able to see into Fallen’s past while in the tunnels. She then realizes she needs to go back home to help her clan.

I think everything basically is very similar to the books up until the battle, where Hollyleaf lives because fuCK YOU. Instead of dying, she gets lots of heavy wounds before Bramblepelt swoops on to try to save her, but gets overwhelmed quickly. Surprise though, Ashfur (who joins the df instead since before he died in this au he might’ve been involved with them via Hawk) turns against Hawkfrost, dies during battle, and before things can escalate any further, Tigerstar is killed and everyone retreats.

After the fact, the three lose their powers, and StarClan makes it known to Bramble and Leaf that Jayfeather and Lionblaze can now follow their wanted paths in life. A ceremony is held where Jayfeather becomes a warrior and is named Jayfire after his grandpa, and Lionblaze becomes a Medcat and is named Lionflower, after his grandmother Goldenflower (also technically Lionheart). Redflight still becomes dep, but I plan to make holly her dep for when she becomes leader. Also CinderHolly or Hollycinder is real here and Lionflower is the surrogate father which is allowed since he won’t be raising the kits. Jayfire becomes a great fighter, and becomes really popular thtoughout the clans to his own dismay. He’s still a grumpy lil shit, just the way I love him.

Spark and Alder are still born, ofc, they have a more sibling esc relationship with the three since bramble and red don’t just drop their adoptive kits out of their family because they’re not theirs and that’s how family works. Alder becomes med not due to being a bit behind, but go geniunely getting into Medicine cat duties by being really close with Lionflower. Bramblestar encourages his sons choice because he’s gonna act like an actual fucking father and not an idiot please.

Holy shit this post is long. I’m not even done with the first and second arc what am I doing.

#warrior cats #warrior cats au #ravenfire au #warriors au #hollyleaf #lionblaze #jayfeather #holy shit this is long #im so sorry

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writesfic · 5 years ago

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PRE EXILE ; HALCYON DAYS .

CHAPTER ONE —— TITANOMACHY .

Raging a grand-scale war, Zeus spared no Titans from his thunderous wrath. The only exceptions were Prometheus and his mother, Themis, for they allied themselves with the Gods and Olympians. In the process of war, fire, smoke and hazy orange plumes reigned the sky, colouring the Earth and heavens vibrant. Both sides, fighting with equal-parts fervor and bloodlust, were hard-pressed to retreat, the Olympians’ victory was ultimately secured. Titans were subsequently chained before their wounds could scab over, and imprisoned at Tartarus, a deep abyss of fire and suffering.

Menoetius was a Titan of prideful jest and the mean laughter, not exactly a kind sibling, but the prospect of missing kind hands that curl at tensed shoulders before battle, the confidence of imparted wisdom, builds an ache in Prometheus’ gut. Struck down by Zeus’ blows on Mount Triphyle, the scent of searing flesh at his bolt of decisive lightning. Then, bound, chained and gagged, banished to Tartarus forever, deep abyss of nothing but flame and suffering.

All of it happened fast, too fast; and he, in turn, never fast enough. Atlas’ wise eyes, the hand in his hair, the whisper of half-hearted condolence before he lost him, fingers cupping fruitlessly at the wet dribble of sand into ocean, never to be found again. Eyes drift down to Earth, and then, he imagines the curve of Atlas’ back, sheened with sweat, as the carried the sky upon his shoulders, enduring for eternity, celestial axis to guide the revolution of heavens.

There is a savagery in Zeus’ eyes, rightful providence, that catches Prometheus' breath, caught on the cusp of breaktaken awe and fear.. He thinks, in the moment with great dizziness, that he would never defy the God if he were ever given the chance.

CHAPTER TWO —— THE CREATION OF MAN .

Prometheus has never known the company of such esteemed friendship, certainly not from one as eccentric as Zeus himself. Likely, his trepidation is garnered from his hunched and weary physicality, surreptitiously-harboured remnants of anger for the persecution of his kind radiating from his tightened shoulders, clear as day. It is all too damning, that Zeus knows the weighty promise of approval will crush his remaining hesitation, allow lingering impressions to efface into clear admiration. Still, the trickery and superiority that tensions their relationship is never forgotten, merely set aside for their future ventures

The High Table is an intricately carved tableau, a narcissistic display of each Gods’ respective feats, sinuous and creaking as the marble shifts to accommodate animation. He is fixated, almost, eyes lingering and ears shut, only coming to when Zeus clears his throat, thunder rumbling off in the distance. Holding himself straight with attention, he brushes dark, warm hands upon his tunic, gestures grandly to the table of Gods and Goddesses, eyeing his precious creations with little doubt and ample disdain.

Hera sniffs, a dainty little action that wobbles her nose, “and what are those?”

Prometheus wants to punch her. Instead, he smiles, pained, “they’re my creation. In Gods perfect image, scaled ten to one. Beautiful, no?” Lips curve, happiness widening with the pull of his lips, “I wish to name these beings : humans.”

An interesting murmur starts, the self-absorbed beings. Of course they would pick up interest upon the phrase ‘Gods perfect image’. It was a sales-pitch just waiting to happen. He contains a mischievous smile as they each seem to lean closer, elbows and palms on tables as they curve in like reeds against wind to leer. Unbeknownst to him, Zeus, sitting by him, as guide, as consul, holds a murky gaze, looks upon the humankind with pitying disdain. When Prometheus’ eyes slant to his, in shy expectancy, hoping for approval, his eyes are undecipherable. Considering.

“I have one condition, Prometheus.” The table quietens, faces yielding like a field of blooming flowers in the face of Zeus’ staunch authority, “I will allow these little clay creatures of yours to serve and worship, to love and adore. But you must promise me this: you are never to gift them with knowledge, with Apollo’s literacy or music, or your own foresight.”

“I heed you, Zeus.” The words feel like ashes upon his tongue.

CHAPTER THREE —— TRICKERY AT MEKONE .

The competition is just; or so Prometheus tells himself. Blood and gristle removed from the slain, cooling cadaver of cattle, sorted piously into pile, Prometheus could hardly contain the smile in the face of his artful arrangement. Masterpiece studied by the gold severity of divine eyes, Zeus is lead down his slippery trap, unbeknowingly. Bones crunch, brittled to dust in the angry grip of Zeus’ careless hands.

“Prometheus!” The voice the booms down, rains upon him like blessing. He likes it, the attention provided, the very anger that courses through his pronunciation shakes him. Yet, the jest turns sour. He’s forgotten the malicious streak

“As your divine punishment, I rebuke the privilege of fire from your precious humans. Above all, their developing signs of intelligence are...troubling, to say the least. I fear that their descent has only yet begun, and they drift farther from Olympus’ blessings, daily. You have, too, time and time again, disobeyed me with your visits, your provisions of all sorts of Godly prospects to humankind, but this will be my final say, Prometheus. Friend.” There was nothing sorry in his gaze; nothing friendly either, only a calm, almost heavy judgement in his electric gaze. It’s not exactly a falling out, but the heavy weight of Zeus’ disappointment startles him into cool realization.

The sting of betrayal lay heady in the crux of his nose. Twines, branches, brambles are crunched underfoot as soles traverse the forest, blinding quick in face of his burning anger. How dare he. There was nothing more he loved than his creations, every etch and detail of man’s figure, sculpted and proportioned in Gods’ perfection. He rained a fist down upon the damp Earth, privy to no one, and he fell trees like the whispery ruffles of storm. He would force Zeus’ hand, have him yield.

The dastardly black of night, stars nary a twinkle, bound cloth upon his feet to stifle sound, he eases the marble sheen of Zeus’ doors open, toes the threshold of his doorstep and into the fiery warmth of his grate, alit with a flickering, pluming fire. A hollow reed kindled with dry hay, grass and twigs gripped tightly in hand.

His entrance is swift, but he did not acknowledge Cerberus in his calculations, the beast large and restless as it sleeps uneasy. As soon as he passes fire overhead, it seems to singe the very air above him, and his head shifts to bat the heat cool. As his six eyes snap open, accusative, amber gold, the responsive howl echoes along the walls, and so does the responsive ring of thunder. As his feet pitter down the plated steps, the thunder is right behind him, right on his heels. Only a matter of time now. The reed leaves his hands, hurtling down towards mortalkind. Eyes close. His legs are weak - he finds it in himself to fear, trembling in face of it all.

“Prometheus!” He turns, and his face is alien with the anger. He wonders if this is his penitence, after those years of betrayal, if he would finally reunite with his brother-kind. Smiles.

EXILE ; THE BEGINNING DESCENT .

CHAPTER FOUR —— BANISHMENT .

Zeus would be a better man if he didn’t consider the implications of banishment. There is no forgiveness to beg for this time around. Yet, Prometheus could hardly feel any guilt. What was the reasoning behind rescinding fire, when all the other mortals had so cultivated it too? Pain rises to his eyes, blurs his vision.

The judgement is swift and unemotional, features blank slate as he decrees the sentence. Prometheus cannot breathe. How could things have turned sour so fast? His heart hurt, head pounding, allows Zeus to lead him up the winding mountain path, dumbstruck. Chains, shackled weighty and fast along his limbs, there is no give in the metal, here to stay.

When Zeus passes his eyes over him, the grey slate meeting furor, Prometheus wishes he had something to say. Something witty, or memorable. But he is too emotional, too horrified by Zeus’ ruling, that he can only look up at him, vague conveyance of all the bitter he feels. Maybe Zeus does pick up on it, because as his eyes shutter, there remains a healthy amount of hatred and disgust in them.

He is the last God Prometheus sees in a long, long while.

CHAPTER FIVE —— HERAKLES’ STRIFE .

When he comes to, delirious with pain, his face is angelic, perfect proportion that Prometheus is less concerned with his presence as opposed to the symmetry of features. The likeness of Zeus, He flinches. Hands reach, no words spoken but the latches catch free by those sun-kissed hands and he falls to his knees, to the plinth where his saviour stands.

The midday heat is scouring, and he feels his cavity light from the punishment, organs stripped bare from body as he is hoisted up by armpits, eyes glassy and dull, too agonized to focus. He cannot discern the words emerging from the young man’s mouth, but his lips forms around a damned syllable and tells him all he needs to know - the only one he cherry-picks from the noise, before his consciousness fades.

When he awakes a second time, finally ceasing his erratic drifting in and out of consciousness, the sun has set. He prefers not to look down at himself and study the mess he is. Thankfully, Herakles, he soon learns, provides him with the small mercy of ignorance, too. It is more faithful than ironic, that Zeus’ actions indirectly lead to his own predicament. Though this time, he is more divided upon the matter of morality. There is nothing good or bad that Zeus has done, and he doesn’t know how to feel about that. To not have that judgement, be it good or bad, at his side.

He stares into the heat of warmth, kindled by Herakles himself. Shivers. Hesitantly, he speaks. It is only a while before Zeus will catch up to them, and he would hardly ask for someone, the kin of Zeus himself, no less, to fight for a stranger. He speaks as if he has all the time in the world, for if he hurries his breath would fail and wane.

They spend a long time, sat introspective. He isn’t able to help but realize that there is no contradiction from Herakles. He chuckles, soundless and bitter, he’d never considered fighting for the cause anyway. Zeus would be perfectly happy to leave him dried out and starfished upon the mountain peak for forever and a day. Does he remember him? Forgive him? Questions he asks himself daily. Herakles, though sympathetic, had only saved him as a way to get Zeus to deal with him. He supposed it was better this way.

“Prometheus.” That voice. Eyes close.

POST-EXILE ; STRIPPED OF GRACE .

CHAPTER SIX —— BACK TO NEW REALITY .

There is no remaining warmth in his eyes. Whilst his burn a perpetual fire, Zeus’ eyes are slate cool like that of weaponized mercury, toxic and unforgiving. Unlike his first judgement, there are no tears left to shed.

He quietly agrees, no fanfare, allows Zeus to lead him down to another prison, yet again, of another kind. Is shocked to hear that despite the lack of piety or love for the Gods, Zeus has fostered a liking for those little creatures, well-loved, but ones that he is now merely but a stranger to, toughened and perversed by pandora’s gifts, the terrifying knowledge of war and strife and greed. There is no purpose in despair, because Zeus’ satisfaction of his pain would be the worst thing to allow. So, despite Zeus’ unsubtle and, in hindsight, entitled manner of requesting an apology for having been forced to chain Prometheus to a rock, he keeps his lips stubbornly zipped and amps up Zeus’ rage against better judgement.

Thus, on a lukewarm, unparticular Thursday morning, clouds parting for the warmth of the sun, he falls.

He travels through civilizations, centuries, experiencing the passage of time like a ghostly wanderer, under aliases of many travellers, never settled. Passing wealth along one hypothetical kin to another, he amassed wealth that means nothing to him, relationships that fade to dust in the time it comes to form them. The lure of narcotics and crime and lust.

He learns the ways of survival, to barter and commit and possess in all the ugly, ugly ways possible. Ironic, but never having been exposed to such evils, it makes him doubly hate the horrors that Zeus unleashed upon humanity, and as a consequence, the rest of mortalkind. There is nothing pretty, or perfect about humans or the other mortals that inhabit Earth. The imperfectness he finds here is something that bothers and aches him in the way the perfectness of Gods do. Sometimes, at the late, weakened hours of night, he berates himself, angry and confused and indulged, whether he knew what he was doing. Whether this was a turn, for better rather than worse.

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BASICS. Given / Birth Name : Samuel Thomas Wilson . Nickname / Preferred Name : Sam . Alias(es) : Falcon . Birthdate / Age : January 2nd, 1978 / 40 . Place of Birth : New York City, NY / Harlem . Current Location : CLASSIFIED . Gender Identity : Cismale . Sexual / Romantic Orientation : Biromantic bisexual . Ethnicity / Race / Cultural Heritage: African-American . Marital Status : Single . Occupation : Ex-Avenger . Religious Beliefs : Christian (former), unsure (current) .

CHARACTERISTICS. Height : 6’ . Weight : 186 lbs . Body Type / Build : During his younger years, Sam didn’t exactly look the Falcon part. He was scrawny for someone at his growing height, but with time - he grew. Once the height fleshed out, bulking up from then on got easy. Life in the air force certainly helped pushed his growth along, but his time as Falcon the first flight around solidified that the bigger - maybe the better. He’s still debating on whether the weight’s doing him any good or not, but if the bad guys aren’t getting up after they get hit once by him… there’s not much to debate about. There’s a lot of muscle and body to mess around, but the kind soul buried beneath the heavier exterior makes up for it . Eye Color : Brown . Hair Color / Texture : Black, often cut too short to notice any discernible pattern . Recognizable Features / Scars : - large scar shaped in the form of the base of his wings, with some bits of it spanning out where the wings start at its center. Riley used to call them “angel wings”. Sam just thinks it’s annoying when it itches .

- plethora of scars here and there across his body in less noticeable shapes, mostly from injuries during his tours.

- has a scar across the back of his left thigh from when he was trying to find Riley post-crash and one of Ry’s damaged wings got him.

Speech Patterns / Accent : Sam is a pretty straightforward, no-bullshit guy. He tells it like it is, even if telling it like it is isn’t always for the best. He otherwise has a bit of an accent (what New Yorker doesn’t) and can sometimes slip into more comfortable speaking patterns once the snark and wit hits . Languages Spoken : English, Spanish and French . Powers / Skills / Abilities : Without his wings, most people assume he’s your regular civilian. What most people don’t know, save for a very small few, is that he can speak to + understand birds. They communicate with him as well as he does with other people, but he doesn’t tell people that information without knowing they have his complete trust . Overall Health : He’s as healthy as a horse, if a horse could fly that’d be even better. He does his best to keep in shape despite his trauma / history and it’s highlighted best when he fits meet Steve. After everything he’s been through, life goes on. Either you keep with it like the rest of the best and stay in top shape or you hear “on your left” a million times to remember that you’re only human; we’ve all got limits .

RELATIONSHIPS. Order of Birth : Youngest sibling of 3 . Number of Siblings : 2 . Father’s Status + Relationship : Paul Wilson (deceased): having been a minister, most would expect the hypocrisy that often comes with the church and its goers when it comes to them raising their children via the harsh expectations of other. But Paul Wilson was above that, and loved his kids with an open mind and heart. Paul brought out the best in Sam through the mind, and Sam still reflects some of his kind, but reckless, behavior via his own actions. The apple near falls too far from the tree . Mother’s Status + Relationship : Darlene Wilson (deceased): much like his father, Sam’s mother was just as accepting of other mindsets as his father. The two of them helped raise and bring up a happy, loving family in a warm home despite their lesser fortunes. She was the first person Sam expressed his sexuality too, as he had with his father when he expressed doubts over his religion, and she loved him all the same. When she died, Sam joined the military to combat the overwhelming anger he was once again consumed by. His parents did the best they could and Sam lives by their teachings in hopes of inspiring others to have the same kindness . Sibling Status + Relationship : Sarah (older sister) + Gideon (older brother) Wilson (both living): growing up, Sam was extremely close to his siblings. Being the youngest had its perks, even with the sibling bullying that often came and went like the seasons. After their father’s passing, things slowly started to change between them - a growing distance, but they tried their best to make it work. After their mother, however, Sam ran away the only way he knew how. He often wrote to them, which resulted in equally lengthy responses, but when he became an Avenger - he purposely brought the distance back between them. He still calls them once or twice a month and writes when he can, but he otherwise keeps them at bay to keep them away from the craziness of the world he’s been exposed to . Loyalty / Affiliation : Captain America (current), Avengers (former) .

PERSONALITY. MBTI : ESFJ-A. Hobbies : Running, writing about his feelings since discussing them is a harder choice, talking to birds in open spaces like a disney princess, making breakfast, eating new foods (especially in the local best-voted diner in small towns), etc . Bad Habits : Smoked once or twice but didn’t want to risk coughing up a lung after, cursing (occasionally), laughing too loud at his own jokes, etc . Three Positive Traits : Loyal, empathetic and adaptable . Three Negative Traits : Dependent, sarcastic and incautious . Moral Alignment : Lawful Good .

ASSOCIATIONS. One Song : Kiss The Sky by Shawn Lee’s Ping Pong Orchestra . One Quote / Piece of Art : “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince . One Fear : Losing Steve — falling. One Strength : His friendships . One Object : His wings . One Place : The Washington Monument . One Food : Eggs—err, maybe pasta . One Scent : Wood . One Lucky Charm : His iPod .

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