#but idk. i feel guilty and maybe it's because mother's day is right around the corner but like. there's nothing more to be done or said

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[xiaofiaan]

always shit like this that has me feeling unbearably guilty for my choices and future actions

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Hi there!!! I have an idea for a fan fiction that's been puttering around my mind, so I thought I ought to offer it to someone who actually writes fan fiction lol.

So it's like Cosmo and Wanda doing the regular hijinks as they do, maybe Hazel's there maybe Timmy idk, but Cosmo messes something up, and someone (probably not Wanda but idk up to you) kinda snaps and calls him a dumb ass. *que class shattering noise* this sets Cosmo off and he poofs right the hell out of there. (If it wasn't Wanda who said it) the guilty party (maybe it's Perri who knows) asks Wanda like what the frick why'd that upset him so much. Dramatic flashback, now Wanda explains Cosmo's tragic upbring (maybe he was bullied and called a dumb ass as a kid, maybe a cruel parent called him a dumb ass as a child). But then Wanda goes and comforts Cosmo, and the guilty party comes and apologizes to Cosmo, who most likely forgives them immediately.

But idk, do whatever you want with this (including nothing) I forfit my half baked idea to you in hopes it is of some interest to you, if not THAT'S OK!!!!!!!! Anyways have a lovely day!!

Note: THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!! I made it Timmy because I don't want to write Wanda as kinda mean and i don't know the new wish crew as well.

Summary: Timmy strikes a nerve with Cosmo

Stupid.

It was a genuine mistake. One of Cosmos usual mess ups that they would laugh off later.

Something that wasn't usually that big of an issue. 

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Timmy was particularly snippy today. Being rejected yet again was getting on his nerves. Apparently both this and all his other issues including Vicky and school was weighing on him like a large boulder. 

He felt so frustrated but he was just ten what could he do? 

Why would anyone listen? 

Why should he be this upset this young?

~

Cosmo messed up the wish per usual. It pretty much cracked the camel's back.

"God why can't you do one simple task?!!?"

"Timmy-" Wanda warned.

"God your so stupid. Why is it that you're such a dumbass?!"

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Cosmo was an insecure man. Not many knew. Sure he got jealous but never did he appear to feel less than.

Cosmo had ran crying. Or rather he poofed away. He has always felt dumb. Like everyone else was better.

Smarter.

Better looking.

More put together.

Cosmo had always been told he was stupid and wasn't fit to be a fairy. Hell he even caused the ban of fairy children.

He couldn't handle it. Yes his mother was clingy and loving to a creepy degree, but all that love even Wandas love never stopped the insecurity.

It had to be a hour before Wanda found him huddled in the tree house.

Face stained with tears that kept falling. Eyes puffy, slightly pink, hair disheveled, his tie was askew.

It broke her heart she had always tried to let him know how sweet he was.

How loved,

Appreciated,

Depended upon, 

Admired he was. But he just never saw.

"...Cosmo?"

"Are you ok?."

"He didn't mean it." Wanda urged. He didn't believe her. She'd shuffled over crouching in front of him.

She poofed in some tissues and softly wiped. His tear muddled face gently. She pulled him in for a tight hug cradling is head to her chest right under her chin.

"Sh sh sh.. it's ok, it'll be ok"

~

Once Cosmo calmed a bit Wanda brought him back down to the house. 

While Cosmo was alone in the treehouse Wanda had explained his insecurity and his issues.

When they entered the room Timmy and Cosmo stared at each other akwardly. An unusual silence filled the room.

Timmy spoke first, "I-umm I'm really sorry Cosmo."

"I know it was wrong. I was frustrated and took it out on you."

Inevitably Cosmo forgave Timmy. Things would be strange for a while but eventually things went back to some form of normal.

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Since I got a Hunchback of Notre Dame (Disney movie mostly) hyperfocus I've been wondering about some stuff:

Quasimodo poured molten bronze from the top of the cathedral onto the people below, especially Frollo.

1 - He didn't cared about the innocent citizens down there which is weird for his character - maybe it was the stress idk. Or he just knew that the closest ones from the cathedral were the guards, which is where the bronze would fall. But it could have spilled on anyone. Weird.

2 - In the following morning there was no molten bronze (or smoke, or even the stage where Frollo tried to burn Esmeralda) on the square anymore. And everyone was fine?

3 - Why was there molten bronze in Notre Dame, specially in that place? I don't know much about the Middle Ages but it doesn't seem normal for that fire to be lit all the time, it would be a waste of time and firewood. Logically, it would only be melted when a bell needed to be repaired, and Quasimodo was stuck in those chains since they got out of the Court Of Miracles, probably. So it makes no sense.

4 - Poor boy was probably starving there. It was the next day. (Edit: or maybe the Court Of Miracles scene just happened at the previous day 11:00 PM and the fire scene happened at the next day 03:00 AM, who knows?)

5 - I only heard it was molten bronze. First time I watched I got so confused, I'm pretty sure that they didn't said that on the movie. Also, I never heard about churches having that kind of dangerous material inside them. People fixed the bells there? People made them there? Help I'm so confused. Can someone answer me? With real pics please? I tried to make a research but couldn't find anything.

I would also point out that Frollo standed on a gargoyle he HIMSELF had cut in the middle. He dug his own grave. lmao. you can see the cut mark of the sword on the gargoyle next to his feet. I think that's not really obvious and someone out there didn't got it. I only did after like my fourth watch.

Something I also wonder is if the archdeacon told Quasimodo the full story of what Frollo did to his mother. And yes, you may think "of course, I would love to see it that way, Quasimodo deserves to know", and while I agree with you... imagine how he would feel when knowing that the archdeacon knew the truth for years and kept it from him. Let Frollo lie to him, let Frollo abuse him and tell him that his mother abandoned him because he looked like a monster, for years, years and years. He wouldn't be fine. I can only think about his rage when Frollo tried to stab him at the end of the movie or when Phoebus appeared right after Esmeralda escaped from Notre Dame. Poor boy would never be able to look at that archdeacon's face again.

Why did the archdeacon let Frollo just take care of Quasimodo after what Frollo did?! He clearly didn't wanted to take care of the baby, the archdeacon just pushed little Quasi onto his hands for Quasi to suffer! When someone is denying something, they may do it but they'll do it grudgingly. If it was something stupid than it would be fine, but that's a whole life in his hands. The archdeacon just forced abuse on Quasi for years. What did he thought? That because Frollo felt guilty he would be a good father? He knows Frollo's character and saw how reckless he acted with that child's life. And even worse, he could have stopped it. But no, he saw Quasimodo suffering for 20 years and just let it happen.

Just found this on pinterest:

THE GARGOYLES ARE ALIVE AND I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT ANYTHING ANYONE SAYS. I also love them. Idc.

We see them interact with the environment around them all the time, mostly during the rebellion in front of Notre Dame by the end of the movie. I know that the sequel is not really good and maybe not even canon but Madeline sees them too. "They can be both schizophrenic" at the same time and seeing/hearing the same stuff? No way. Shut up I won't hear anyone out.

Quasimodo's pure heart and sweet - insecure behavior doesn't come from Frollo's childrearing. It comes from the Gargoyles and the insecurity Frollo buried into Quasi's head.

If Quasimodo was only raised by Frollo, he would be a thrash bag. He would have prejudice against the romani people, instead of just repeating in doubt what Frollo says during the scene where he shows the cathedral's terrace to Esmeralda. He also wouldn't be that sweet kind of guy who covers his view when suddently bumps into a girl changing her clothes. Basically he would be cruel and stupid, just like how Esmeralda said "How could such a cruel man have raised someone like you?"

And the answer is that: He didn't! Frollo taught him everything he needed to know, brought him food, and then left him alone for the rest of the day like we see him doing in the movie. You know who raised Quasimodo? The gargoyles. It's them who turned him into someone sweet and nice to have around. They're his adoptive parents in a way, you know?

And I also think that idea of them never showing themselves to humans but seeing that poor boy being left alone in that belltower made them want to do something about it. Make him some company, and teach him the right stuff - which is what Frollo wasn't doing right, just like everything else he does.

And I'M SURE, I JUST KNOW THAT IT WAS LAVERNE WHO DECIDED TO DO IT FIRST. She tried to convince Hugo and Victor about starting to help little Quasi, but they were afraid of doing it so. Laverne just said "you know what? I can't keep watching this in silence. Fuck it" and they just went along.

Also, something I learned in practice was that when you make someone insecure, convinces that person to believe they're less than anyone else and that they're stupid, dumb and ugly, this person tends to be extra nice to get approval of others. They don't even do it on purpose, the're just trying to make up for their appearence and stupidness through acts of kindess and service. And if that's done to them since a young age like it was done to Quasimodo, they do it unintentionally, and it turns into a personality trait. In a "I'm sorry for being like this. Let me make up for you" way. Like Quasimodo said "I know that I'm ugly", and in my opinion that's one of the worse ilnesses someone can have. It's not even a real ilness, and yet it's so damn hard to cure. Lmao that's totally not based on something I experienced, of course not. That's exactly why I absolutely don't kin Quasimodo. Of course not.

Children come into the world with a natural desire to discover and explore. To make Quasimodo so quiet and submissive, Frollo must have given the worst kinds of punishments to "discipline" him. He probably hit him more than once. Locked him somewhere? Maybe worse, Frollo tends to be quite creative when punishing innocent people. He broke all of Quasi's stuff he made for weeks, maybe years, just to scare him, and because he was angry.

It makes me even more worried to see how Quasi reacts to Frollo everytime they're together. He just reacts with fear and respect every time. Fear, mostly fear. What kinds of things hasn't this boy endured by disobeying or responding in a way that didn't pleased Frollo? To have to pick up the plates correctly and immediately sit down to study, and call him his "master" instead of just "Frollo".

I would also like to point out how Frollo stopped calling Quasimodo "Quasimodo" and started calling him "hunchback" closer to the end of the movie. That's how he sees him after all these years. A dumb, ugly and miserable guy who obeys him and is not even seen as a human. Have you ever watched The Goonies? You know that guy? Yes, that guy? I think that Frollo sees Quasi like this. The novel version reinforces this even more, with Quasimodo not being able to hear and barely talking.

I also headcanon that Disney's Quasimodo is still a bit deaf because of the bells. He can still hear, but lower. Sometimes his friends need to call his name twice.

And now these thoughts deserve a whole part of the post to discuss (Frollo and Esmeralda centered):

Frollo was probably considered ANCIENT because the life expectancy during medieval times was around 25-30 years. The guy was at his 66 years old.

1 - I know that in the book he's described as being afraid of woman, and a priest, so it made sense that he wasn't married. But that didn't happened in the movie. And as a (pervert) 66 yo old man, christian, white, powerful (judge and I still headcanon him as a fiefdom owner in the movie idc it makes sense in my head), traditional, who claims he's the only right person in the world and who does all kinds of atrocities, and who literally threatens (and tries) to kill Esmeralda if she refuses to "be his". Why didn't he had a wife? I mean, he could manipulate a woman or anyone for that matter if he wanted someone to... yk. I want to discuss more about this in the following topic.

What did Frollo meant when he said "Choose me or the fire"? I mean, there were three meanings for that quote in that context: "be in love with me", "hook up with me" or "be my wife (both, except that she would be stuck with him forever, and that's probably what he meant)"

Since he's a traditional christian guy and probably a sexist too based off his character, it would only made sense that he's the kind of guy to say "the man provides, the housewifes do the house chores and take care of the children".

As we see in 'Hellfire', he seems to support the purity culture, celibacy. And he's blaming himself for feeling attraction towards Esmeralda.

But this also can be for two reasons: because he choose celibacy, OR because she's a romani girl, which are people you know he despises. Or it can be both. That's also a doubt of mine.

Continuing my train of thought and taking this into consideration, Frollo feels extremely guilty for feeling attracted to her, and he claims "Destroy Esmeralda and let her taste the fires of hell; Or else let her be mine and mine alone" (I know you sang it).

Based off this, and knowing that Frollo is a radical (and hypocrite, but somehow he refuses to accept his lust for a long time) conservative christian, it would only made sense he would consummate after wedding. And by his word choices "let her be mine and mine alone", "choose me or the fire" sounds like he would like to MAKE HER HIS, PERMANENTLY. Maybe these words don't have this meaning? Maybe they're just about having her once? Maybe. But who knows. He's that kind of religious guy.

On the other way, he despises romani people and is disgusted of Esmeralda at the same time he's crazy about her. He calls her a witch, says it's her fault he was having those thoughts, "look at that disgusting display" (that classic kind of guy who says short skirts are innapropriate and too provocative but it's trying to look under them, iykyk). Basically he hates Esmeralda, who she is, despises her dance and calls it "disgusting display" and yet he's lusting over her. Considering this, it would only make sense he would do what he wants and leave her aside somehow, Frollo wouldn't want people to know that he married a romani girl, or a "vulgar girl" like her, maybe Frollo doesn't sees "the potential in her to be in a christian marriage", you know that that's extremely in character for him.

If Esmeralda had accepted his offer and did what he wanted, what would have happened? He would marry her and would exhibit her as a recanted woman? In a "I fixed her" kind of way, "and now she's my wife"? He would wipe all of her originality, personality and being out of her and turn her into his puppet like Elvis did to Priscilla in the movie "Priscilla", but worse? She would live an unhappy life with him and probably have his children too because this kind of guy believes in "only indulging in carnal acts when the purpose it's to reproduce"? Or maybe not, maybe he doesn't want children, but it doesn't matter because guys like him usually leaves all that on their wife's backs.

Also during the song "Hellfire" we see how fire Esmeralda "burns at the stake" and turns into smoke, flying into his direction with open arms. That's kinda metaphoric about him torturing her in that stake, stripping her of who she is and turning her into a ghost of herself. One that doesn't burn like flames, is softer, quieter, and willing for him and his twisted love - the kind of wife this kind of guy want.

While it also makes sense of him only having her once and considering Esmeralda "too promiscuous and part of the 'the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd', not good enough to be his wife", it's also possible that he's hinting about turning Esmeralda into a quiet, submissive and sad wife. "I can save you in this world and the other" maybe also hints at that, changing her so she's not "sinning" anymore by being who she is.

YOU KNOW WHAT? MADONNA AND THE PROSTITUTE THEORY ALL THE WAY UP. THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

There's a great channel on Youtube called "Final Girl Studios" and the owner of the channel makes video essays, she LOVES to mention this subject. It fits perfectly what we're talking about.

And ALSO I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO MENTION HER ESSAY ABOUT THE MOVIE "VALERIE AND HER WEEK OF WONDERS". She talks about the Madonna and the prostitute theory and how the movie surrounds around this. And it's relevant to mention here that this movie has everything to do with the dynamic and topics discussed between Frollo and Esmeralda, not only in the Disney movie but also in the other adaptations and in the original novel.

I mean, it's a movie that's about a young girl called Valerie who just got into her puberty and spent a week finding out about how harsh the world is towards woman in general. So many things happen in this movie, but you can get what I mean when knowing that there's a scene when the priest tries to take advantage of her but fails because he remembered he should be celibate, and later then on the movie he tries to burn her at the stake, saying that she's a witch and seduced him to sin. Valerie then shows him her tongue.

Gosh that was so fun to take out of my chest and share. Someone needs to make a full post or video about how the Madonna x Whore subject is related to Esmeralda and Frollo. It's too much work for me, but maybe you guys would like to.

Also my friend mentioned about Esmeralda wearing different clothes during the stake scene. And yeah, okay, but if she was wearing different clothes, someone made her dress them, or dressed her themselves. She (my friend) was afraid that Esmeralda may have been assaulted or abused in any way during that period of time. I don't think Frollo did anything drastic like she does, or else he wouldn't be asking Esmeralda to "recant" and accept his offer.

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wip wednesday

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a bit of Buck's pov from alive shannon bc I just started chapter 3! (still not sure how I feel about the pov-switching mostly bc I don't know if I'll be able to make them feel like different characters idk lol but def not changing it at this point, we're 16k in) but here's a bit of Shannon and Buck's first interaction, and I'm so excited to explore this dynamic aaaahhh a bit longer snippet bc I didn't get to write what I actually wanted to share lol there's not enough time in a day fr haha

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“He just went to pick up Christopher from a friend’s house, should be back soon.” she says, eyeing him amusedly. “You can come in, Buck.” she chuckles lightly, gesturing at him to come inside. Right. He’s here for dinner, it’s Eddie’s house, he’s at home. He can be normal.

“Right.” he closes the door behind him, kicks off his shoes, and comes in – and stands next to the couch, wringing his hands nervously.

“Sit down, I don’t bite.” she pats the space next to her, lips turned up in amusement. Buck does, feeling his face get red. It’s just awkward, and he- he can’t believe he’s even thinking this, since she’s literally Eddie’s wife and Christopher’s mother, but – this is his safe space, his place, and she’s kinda a stranger, and thinking this makes him feel so guilty. He needs to relax. “I don’t think we officially met, by the way.” she reaches out, extending a hand. “I’m Shannon.” she grins.

“I know.” he chuckles, taking her hand. “I’m Buck. But you know that, too.”

“I do. Christopher won’t stop talking about you.” she laughs airily, face turning back to the screen, straightening her neck with another wince. “I feel like I know you already. And you probably heard all about me?” she glances at him, only eyes moving, and Buck notices some nerves in her expression and voice as well. So he’s not the only one feeling weird about all this.

“A little.” he shrugs. In reality, he knows most, maybe all of it. He’s not sure he wants to start this conversation, though, wherever she was going with this. “How are you feeling?” he adds, as a way of making small talk, but also because he wants to know. She’s been through something traumatic, and he feels awful for her.

“Like I got hit by a car.” she deadpans, a hint of a smirk on her lips, and he can’t help a surprising burst of laughter.

“This is so not funny.” he shakes his head, still chuckling.

“You’re laughing.” she shrugs with one shoulder.

“It’s so overused, though.” he argues, relaxing back against the couch. Okay, so maybe the nerves weren’t that warranted. He’s still a bit guarded, though, but that’s normal with strangers. If she’s going to be around now, for Chris, they’re surely going to be bumping into each other, so he needs to make an effort to be friendly. And, it turns out, it’s not that hard.

“Whatever, you still laughed.” she just grins. “Joking aside, I feel- kinda numb, kinda in pain. Always tired.” she sighs heavily. “And I’m so bored of just sitting here on the couch and doing nothing.”

“I can imagine.” Buck nods. He’d go crazy if he was bedridden, with no one to talk to most of the day, no way to leave the house, barely able to move on his own. He hopes he’d never have to experience that.

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GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS this is teainabowl AND IM BACK WITH MORE NONSENSE AS PROMISED. family crisis almost averted?? i havent slept in 2 days but lmao who cares. (you cant see me rn but i want you to know that im doing a happy little jump skip dance as im writing this)

BECAUSE!!!!! ok. lets talk about genderbending in fandom. i think what usually gives me the ick in those fics is they do nature vs nurture wrong??? like a lot of the time they’ll just change the NATURE of the character and use the different gender as an excuse which. idk idk it runs me the wrong way. BUT QUENN!!! shes very much still theon?? just, nurtured differently. am i making sense? i have been traumatized by some bio-essentialism bs in the past when trying to look into similar fics bc i love gender fuckery PEOPLE JUST DONT GET IT LIKE I DO (or you, appearantly hkdhhfjh i love your story it means so much to me) 

and asoiaf is SUCH a gendered world??? like it has so much untapped potential where even a single characters gender can have SO MUCH IMPACT (can you imagine if joffrey had been a girl?? or if sansa had been a boy???) 

but what originally started my spiel was the realization that jon wouldnt have gone to the nights watch if he was a girl. and. what then?? slightly horrifying tbh, and makes me wonder if one of the other character had been male (read; they had been given more agency and autonomy in their lives) what would have changed???

but back to jon, bc then i immediately thought, ok, lets backtrack a bit, who would jon even BE. bc a lot of jons character revolves around his (lack of) a relationship with catelyn, his siblings mother. but she would have a harder time avoiding him if he was a she, right?? am i making sense???? a girl isnt seen like as much of a threat to her children i thinks?? idk i love cat and jon so much a love picking apart their relationship bc bc bc ARGHhhgg yk? also i like to think of ned being haunted by lyannas carbon copy who happens to be great with swords (would he be permitted to practice swordplay??) idk

ANYWAYS no we come to the part where i tie it up to what you mentioned in your answer. bc as much as JON being a girl might change his relationship with cat, it would be much more fucked up if it were robb, me thinks. (i too am a bit guilty of using robb as an accessory to cat) but but but. are. are you seeing my vision. catelyn stark with her three daughters when ned leaves for the greyjoy rebellion. catelyn whos convinced that the reason her husband wont send his bastard away is because she cant give him any sons. in the books she calls bran her special little boy and. idk the double meaning this would give it. and bran!!! being the heir!!! hiw would that change things??? would the reception to his accident be different?? and speaking of, what about king robert and his obsession with joining his family with neds? i havent talked about how robb (robyn?) would be different in this au but i cant think hed be as pleased as sansa was? his first shown interaction with joff is him trying to curb stomp the fucker lmao. i dont think he would be likely to have a different opinion bc of gender changes. in the books hes often rash and impulsive and prideful, and id want him to keep those traits, but peoples reactions to them would be different?? and so he would shape them in different ways??? am i making sense i feel like im just rambling. this is getting way too long and wayy to incoherent i need to stop. ok bye for now ill be back (threatening)

GO TO BED!!!! GET SOME SLEEP!!!!! But yay! to family crisis averted? Maybe?

Okay. I'm gonna indulge in some haterism for a second cause I've actually poked around the ASOIAF genderbending tag quite a bit. Unfortunately, a lot of those fics? Lame as hell. There's a preponderance of genderbent Jon Snow, which I think is totally cool! Very interesting genderbend to explore because of how much it changes the trajectory of his story. But then the character isn't really written as Jon at all? Maybe I'm just picky about characterization, but oftentimes fem!Jon just becomes this cookie-cutter "strong/feisty" female protag and it's like...

Sorry. I'm being mean. Obviously, there is no singular "correct" take on a given character, as we're all influenced by our own experiences and perceptions. My take on Theon isn't the exact same as yours, or goddcoward's, or Ashen's, or GRRM's. A unique Theon exists in all our heads, each one a bit different from the others.

But! Genderbends are so much more fun when you can see the underpinnings of the character you know, and there are moments where those aspects really shine through. And it's like OH!!! (pointing vigorously) THERE THEY ARE!!!! Otherwise, why not just write an OC, or adopt a minor character with very little canon characterization? (Admittedly, this can become a problem when you start collecting minor characters like Pokemon cards. I am my own evidence of this phenomenon.) If it ain't Jon, then why have it be Jon at all, y'know?

ngl female Joffrey has been rattling around in my brain lately... 👀fem!Joffrey would definitely be betrothed to Robb, which would be a complete and utter shitshow (appreciative/affectionate). Joffrey as a true mini-Cersei has such insane juice to it as a story idea, especially considering that Joffrey never liked Cersei all that much lol... the mother-daughter dynamic would be BONKERS.

Back to Jon though:

First, you're definitely right that fem!Jon wouldn't be seen as much of a threat to her siblings as Jon was. She would probably be married off pretty quickly once she came of age, as high as possible for a woman who was bastard-born. I don't see Catelyn liking her per se, but Catelyn wouldn't have the same misgivings about her as she did about Jon. Since fem!Jon probably wouldn't become the vessel of the wildling/Others plot, she might have an interesting role to play if she went south... to marry Robert's royal bastard Edric Storm, perhaps? I could see Robert "having his Lyanna" by marrying fem!Jon and Edric. But then shit hits the fan with the usual plot of AGOT, and maybe fem!Jon gets taken hostage by the Lannisters in King's Landing? Or gets caught in Renly's shit since she was with Edric at Storm's End? I am NAWTTTT talking myself into writing another fic. Go to hell. I need to finish Sow the Tide first.

fem!Robb (Robyn between myself and goddcoward) is even crazier. Catelyn would NOT be fucking happy to have Ned's spitting image hanging around Winterfell, while all her sons are under 10 and have the Tully look. I could see Catelyn successfully arguing that Jon should be fostered out, perhaps in the Vale (as a favor on the part of Jon Arryn)? Like, oh, Ned, you and Robert became such good friends fostering together in the Vale... that way, Jon is waythefuckoverthere and can't make any allies in the north.

I'd love for Robyn to have some of the same anger and pride, and she'd probably be similar to Catelyn in that she was raised as the heir for a good bit of time before the "real" heir came along years later (Bran+Edmure). Also, Catelyn would absolutely NOT trust Theon around Robyn. Not At All. Kinda fair though? Robyn would also be older than Sansa was in AGOT, so I think she'd be at least a little bit more worldly and pick up on Joffrey's... Joffreyness. Robb/Robyn are still dutiful characters, but I think there would be a lot more immediate friction between her and her betrothed. Double genderbend Throbb is my true love, however (Quobyn my beloved).

I've gotta finally go work on chapter 40 now, so I can't answer everything, but do come back... I'll be here... revolving all of these genderbends around in my head...

[minaharker1897]

Gifts

(Takes place in an AU where Vader found Leia mere hours after her birth and they overthrew the emperor together)

(Also note: includes some descriptions of disembodied limbs and tissues. Idk why I even wrote this lol)

Leia waited outside the medical floor, pacing. Her father had broken one of his prosthetic limbs, and it had damaged the skin underneath.

Why did he have to suffer this much?

She stared at her own prosthetic. One of the inquisitors had removed her right arm during the battle for the throne, and her father had gone ballistic, sparing none of them. Afterwards, he made sure that she was fitted with the best prosthesis available, even using synthetic skin and sensory receptors.

It was close to the real thing. But it felt odd, foreign, and disconnected somehow. She couldn’t imagine how her father felt, with all of his limbs gone and his lungs damaged so badly he can’t remember any sensation besides pain.

If only she could help….

Wait….

***

Leia braced herself as she lay down in the bed, her father’s medical droid getting ready to take the bone biopsy. They were going to take samples of all her tissues so they had cells to clone with her father’s DNA (they were genetically close enough that they didn’t have to take specific samples of his tissues.), and create new limbs for him.

This was the one she had dreaded the most.

After about ten minutes of some of the worst pain of her life, the droid wrapped the wound and left.

Her father seriously programmed the droid to do these things without anesthetic? Sheesh. She slowly sat up and went about her day, trying her best to act normal through the pain.

***

It was an accident, really. Leia had wrecked one of his prosthetic hands during practice (he was extremely proud of her because of it) and was just going to get it patched up.

The droid fixed his arm as he did imperial business, although it took slightly longer than usual….

Until he felt a prick of…. Pain?

His eyes darted downwards to see that where his robotic arm was sat an actual arm… one of flesh and bone.

He could feel his hand again… no, that had to be his imagination… but was it? He made a fist and let it go, feeling the blood flow strengthen in his fingertips.

He had an arm. He finally had an arm….

“F22, where did you get this?”

The droid merely beeped at him in response, a simple “cloning.”

The droid pulled out another cryobox, this time holding two legs and an arm, with several skin grafts near it, one covered in hair follicles.

Chestnut. Just like his…..

“Where did you….?”

“Cloning, master. Would you like them attached?”

“Yes.”

***

Leia had pleural tissue taken halfway through the surgery so that it could stay vitalized. She hoped her father would be okay with what she had done. She knew he would feel guilty if he ever found out that it was his daughter’s donations that created his new limbs.

Say what you would about him, he cared about her.

***

The first thing he noticed was that everything was cold. He opened his eyes and everything was…. Colorful. Not red. Not robotic. Human.

He slowly reached up to his head and felt… hair. Oh, it had been so long, so very long! He ran his fingers through it, relishing how soft it was. And his lungs…. They didn’t hurt. The suit was gone, gone forever!

He looked in the mirror on the far wall. It appeared that he was paler than he was before, but that would change with more time outside. He just looked like himself, maybe slightly older.

The door slowly opened and his daughter walked in.

His daughter….

She was beautiful. Just like his Padmé. Just like his angel…. He hadn’t known her eyes were blue… or that her hair was the exact shade of her mother’s…. Or that she even had a smattering of freckles across her cheeks, just like his.

He was finally seeing her with his own eyes.

“Leia….”

“Dad!” She threw her arms around him… and he could feel it.

It felt… good. Human.

His eyes welled with tears as he squeezed her back.

***

Three weeks later and he still hadn’t found out.

Half the fleet didn’t recognize him without the suit, but he had quickly proven that he was just as ferocious and capable as before. Grand Moff Piett was extremely pleased to see the emperor so happy. He had been in such a good mood, in fact, that he had allowed his nephew Macaeus to come in as an officer.

Indeed, his good mood had spread through the palace, and was making everywhere a better place for everyone.

***

[hchollym]

A Percy Weasley AU idea

Voldemort wins and people are hunted down and killed. In a desperate attempt to right the story, Percy, along with Luna (and maybe some others idk) do some rituals or something to be sent back in time to actually defeat Voldemort.

How do you think that would play out?

Would Percy be the only one to be sent back or will others be as well (ex. Luna)?

Would he stay in the body he was originally in or will he be sent into his childhood body (depending on when he gets sent back to)?

How would his relationships with others change? For example, his family?

Since his story has now changed due to knowledge of the future, would anyone else’s story change? (Ex. If he gets sent back to POA, or at least before Scabber’s is revealed at Peter, how would he deal with that?)

Ect…

Wow, that's a lot to answer! 🙃 I'll try my best, but be warned that this is all purely speculation, and there's some definite bias here because of my headcanons.

I'm going to put this under the cut due to length.

If we're being "realistic" (as much as possible), then Luna isn't going to be a part of this, and Percy is going to stay in his adult body.

It's super fun to read fanfiction stories where Luna is involved & the characters wake up in the body of their younger selves, because it affects their interactions and relationships with other characters, so please feel free to keep writing this type of thing if it appeals to you. However, I don't think it would actually play out like that.

I love Luna - she's one of my favorite characters - but her personality in canon just doesn't fit into this storyline. Look at her conversation with Harry in Book 5:

“Have you . . .” he began. “I mean, who . . . has anyone you’ve known ever died?” “Yes,” said Luna simply, “my mother. She was a quite extraordinary witch, you know, but she did like to experiment and one of her spells went rather badly wrong one day. I was nine.” “I’m sorry,” Harry mumbled. “Yes, it was rather horrible,” said Luna conversationally. “I still feel very sad about it sometimes. But I’ve still got Dad. And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?” “Er — isn’t it?” said Harry uncertainly. She shook her head in disbelief. “Oh, come on. You heard them, just behind the veil, didn’t you?” “You mean . . .” “In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that’s all. You heard them.”

She doesn't dwell on the past, and her absolute belief in seeing her loved ones again after death would prevent her from trying to mess with fate. For all they know, going back in time could make things worse (i.e. Voldemort could take over all of Europe, he could torture everyone into permanent madness instead of killing them, etc.), and Luna just doesn't have the reckless motivation to risk it.

Percy, on the other hand, would 100% be reckless enough if he loses his sibling(s) like he lost Fred in the books. If his siblings are all still alive, then Percy's not going back in time either, but if one or more of them dies (particularly around Percy so he feels guilty about it), then he wouldn't be thinking clearly. He would blame himself and be out for blood like we saw in Book 7:

Rounding the corner, Percy let out a bull-like roar: “ROOKWOOD!” and sprinted off in the direction of a tall man, who was pursuing a couple of students.

In this situation, he doesn't care that he could potentially make things worse; he's going anyway.

The most likely person to go with him is actually Ron. If Voldemort wins, chances are that Harry is dead, and Ron is left in a very similar state to Percy - guilt and grief are swallowing him whole, and he's willing to take some serious risks, like we also saw in Book 7:

...he saw that Hermione was trying to restrain Ron, to stop him running after Percy. “Listen to me—LISTEN RON !” “I wanna help— I wanna kill Death Eaters— ” His face was contorted, smeared with dust and smoke, and he was shaking with rage and grief.

Hermione would likely be wary of going back because she is rational enough to know it's a huge risk, but she goes with them anyway, because she's not abandoning Ron (especially if they may get Harry back).

Ron and Percy would have some serious baggage to work through (especially if Ron felt like Percy was trying to take Harry's place in their trio), and they would likely want to approach the situation in vastly different ways, so there would be plenty of conflict.

Since they probably stay in their same bodies, they avoid interacting with anyone else as much as possible, because they know how dangerous it would be for their younger selves if they were seen:

Professor McGonagall told me what awful things have happened when wizards have meddled with time…. Loads of them ended up killing their past or future selves by mistake!

Therefore, we wouldn't see too much interaction between them and other characters (besides each other). However, we might see some interaction between Percy & Dumbledore (because it might eventually be necessary to involve him), which would be interesting since Percy had legitimate reasons not to trust Dumbledore (even though he was telling the truth about Voldemort).

They likely decide to hunt down the Horcruxes themselves (since Ron & Hermione know where they are and how to destroy them). In order to do so, they sneak into Hogwarts and Ron enters the Chamber of Secrets (by mimicking Harry's Parseltongue) to get the Basilisk's fang to destroy the Horcruxes.

The fun part of the story would be that some of the Horcruxes are actually more difficult to get when they're in the past. For example, one is in Bellatrix's vault at Gringotts, but if she's still in Azkaban, then they can't use Polyjuice to look like her, which causes complications (and I headcanon that Percy would use the Imperius Curse at that point).

It really depends on what year they go back in time to though. I think Percy & Hermione would have thought very carefully about it and decided to go back to the summer after Book 3; they want to stop Voldemort from being completely ressurected, but they don't want to stop Wormtail from escaping, because they need him to find Voldemort's shell of a being so Harry can eventually kill it:

“I returned to my hiding place far away, and I will not pretend to you that I didn’t then fear that I might never regain my powers. . . . Yes, that was perhaps my darkest hour . . . I could not hope that I would be sent another wizard to possess . . . and I had given up hope, now, that any of my Death Eaters cared what had become of me. . . .”

I also imagine that Percy would want to save Cedric too, because I headcanon that they were friends. Therefore, the best course of action is to stop Barty Jr. from escaping and returning to Voldemort's side (because he sets everything in motion for Voldemort's return). This wouldn't be too difficult if they returned right at the beginning of the summer, because Percy would be able to easily access Mr. Crouch's house (where Barty Jr. is still under the Imperius Curse) by pretending to be his younger self (because Mr. Crouch was not paying attention enough to notice a few years difference in his age).

I honestly think Percy would murder Barty Jr. He may pretend that he wouldn't (for Hermione and Ron's sake), but Percy has a very personal motivation for this - not only did Barty kill Cedric, but he also almost destroyed Percy's career, and it's my headcanon that he hurt Percy. Plus, Percy knows that Barty is a flight risk, since he escaped from Azkaban, and he's not going to take any chances. He probably pretends it was self defense with Hermione and Ron, but he's too far gone to feel guilty by then. (I love darkish Percy, by the way; he's not a bad person, but once he loses someone he loves, I can see him spiraling out, because it's clear in canon that Percy feels things so deeply).

If Barty Jr. is dead, then Harry never enters the Triwizard Tournament, and this is where plenty of things change. For starters, one of the other competitors wins (likely Viktor, because Cedric wouldn't get any heads up about the dragons or the egg without Harry's involvement), so Cedric lives, and Harry never gives Fred and George money for their joke shop. This forces the twins to wait several more years to save enough, so they don't drop out of school and actually graduate. Umbridge doesn't get involved at Hogwarts, because there's no Dark Lord returning so the Ministry doesn't care what Dumbledore is doing; Sirius lives because Voldemort doesn't return enough for him to give Harry visions; Dumbledore lives because Draco never becomes a Death Eater; and none of the people/creatures in Book 7 die because all the Death Eaters in Azkaban don't escape/come back together.

Interestingly enough, there would be a ripple effect for some other characters as well. I highly doubt Remus would marry Tonks if Sirius was alive (he seemed perfectly content to stay at Grimmauld Place with him); Bill doesn't move back to England to work at Gringotts and help with the war, so he never dates and marries Fleur; and when Dumbledore eventually tells Harry that he has to die to permanently defeat Voldemort, Harry's not as likely to listen. He's probably living with Sirius, who would fight against the suicide thing, tooth and nail. Plus, if there's no war going on because Voldemort wasn't fully resurrected, then there's no battles or deaths, particularly ones that are close to Harry. Harry's also living in a relatively happy and stable home with Sirius and Remus, so his motivation for committing suicide (based off only Dumbledore's word) is not really there.

This actually doesn't change much though, except that Voldemort finds a way to return much later on (without any other Horcruxes), but everyone is better prepared because they're adults/possibly Aurors. Harry fights him, let's himself be killed, and then kills Voldemort. Done. A few other people might die in the crossfire, but it's impossible to guess who, especially if Dumbledore is still around.

Wow, that was a lot! 😱

But we're still not done! 🤣 Where are the older versions of Percy, Hermione, and Ron after all this?

They don't disappear when their mission is complete, but they can't go back to their old lives either (since their younger selves are still living the happier version). It's possible that Percy leaves his younger self a note, but that's about it.

I think Hermione and Ron just move to a different country to live a new life, and Percy does the same, but I can actually picture Percy choosing to live a Muggle life after everything that's happened (if he doesn't die trying to destroy the Horcruxes, because he was probably hoping for that).

Overall, I think the whole ordeal gives Ron & Hermione closure; they saved Harry (and Fred), but they lost them anyway in a different sense, because they can't be a part of their lives. They've spent so long dedicating their lives to Harry, but now they have to learn to live for themselves and let him go. It's bittersweet.

Percy's arc is a little darker/sadder. He has to face the fact that he's willing to go to extreme lengths to prevent his family's death, and he has to grapple with his own guilt, conscience, and mental health issues. He also has to learn to forgive himself and move on, which means letting go of his family once and for all.

I know everyone thinks that Percy has to reconnect with the Weasleys to be happy, but I don't really believe so. Especially if his younger self is still around, then Percy gets a free pass to break away from a family that was never truly going to be healthy for him (see this and this post). He learns that he can love them and still leave without resentment or anger. It's kind of like the lyrics to a Shinedown song: "Sometimes goodbye is a second chance."

He has to start over and figure out who he is now and what he wants out of life. Perhaps he ends up adopting children in the Muggle world. Regardless, he ultimately finds himself, and he finds peace.

Thanks for the ask! 😊

[strawberrydracos]

Alright! Update! Played Mission 3, 4 and 5 today!

@technoblade-apologist-and-proud (I think I have to tag you in every reblog so it shows up to you, sorry if I don't lmao)

First off starting by answering your reblog! 1. Playing with expert controls reminded me of playing with motion controls in splatoon, it's hard at first but you get much better if you start off like that! Also I love to truly learn a game's mechanics 2. Dw about explaining the story sksksksksk I have a general grasp bc a friend already talks about it to me! 3. I'm familiar with the OST bc this friend also sends a lot of it to me and man. It's great, all of it. 4. My friend also also warned me about the dlc placement so thankfully I was already aware, can't wait to get there Now to the notes! Mission 3 started off well and then Jezz Bezos showed up with his amazon drones. I played well this time, didn't die at all, even if I'm still playing like a drunken bastard.

Always love the post mission cutscenes, girlie pop is talking about her life and big plans with the cowboy music in the back and I don't even know her name, girl who are you. Also Mihaly's doctor is voiced by the same guy that voiced G1 Michigan from Armored Core 6, what the hell honestly. Also I want to know how was the development process to choose Mihaly's full name. Did each dev just say a last name out loud and they just kept writing? I need to know. It's too funny.

Mission 4's briefing scared me. I had no hopes for my future. I was certain I would die. I faked my pilot ID and was suffering the consequences.

Piloting between the radars was impressively fine tho. First time I got fucked by the wind and crashed into the sea for whichever time already, but the second time I was prepared and managed to get around easily, almost crashed on the city, but things turned out well.

Second part of the mission was alright too, I did crash into the sea AGAIN while only one target was left but I am learning. Maybe I'll get a real pilot ID before they find out mine is fake.

Third part right after went smoother, no crashing on the sea this time. My squadron is fucking useless tho they’re fighting for their lives up there and I’m also fighting for their lives. Horrible job everyone, hit the showers.

And then the end cutscene plays. My honest reaction:

NO, MOTHER GOOSE NOO THEY’RE ACCUSING ME OF CRIMES I DIDN’T COMMIT NOOOO JEFF BEZOS NOOOOOOOO THEY’RE GOING TO CONFISCATE MY FAKE ID

I WAS FOUND GUILTY??? HOW???

They sent me to fucking. Narkina 5 dude. Oh my god. All my hard work... My fake ID... It's jover.

Anyways. Mission 5 started smooth compared to the others, the start of not having to shoot was pretty good to try and feel the controllers better, now I’m flying somewhat decent. So much for losing my ID...

Second half of the mission was going fine but for the first time in this I actually got killed from being shot at and not from diving to the ground/sea. I’m getting,, better,, I think. At not hitting the ground, that is.

I was so concentrated on flying around and shooting that I didn’t pay attention on the objective and lost the mission.

Then I lost the mission twice again because??? Idk, I couldn’t kill the last target in time? It looked like it had time so I really don't know what happened there. I managed to finish it tho.

Seeing everyone fly like crazy with the lowpoly planes at the end was great tho... Finally... I have found my people... (Insane criminals... just like me...)

I *started* Mission 6 but didn't manage to finish it. They weren't kidding, Long Day is,, long,,,, For once I really wish I had motion controls here, I feel like it would do wonders to my aim,,, For another I'm struggling to properly hit a bunch of targets in a place at once because the mobility of a plane isn't the same of a mech + it's hard to stay still, one because it's a plane, two because even when I try there's MISSILES TRYING TO HIT ME so I can't really stay still.

I'm having,, so much fun tho. It's genuinely really fun even if the controls are nothing that I ever played before and I want to play it more.

Playing Ace Combat 7

Started playing the game today! I'll go little by little and updating this post through reblogs sksksksks

@technoblade-apologist-and-proud this is for you buddy, since you asked :] Starting with Mission 1 and 2 today

(Putting stuff on read more bc I get a little self concious of long posts)

First impressions of the game upon opening it: Menu music is beautiful "Wow this is so. Graphic design. Wow." upon seeing the actual menus "Why do we have cowboy music on the cutscene?" Girl talking about loving the color of the sky instantly made me remember the damn "Don't you love the color of the sky? / Which one?" classic tumblr post. "That plane looks like a tesla" upon seeing the drone in the cutscene Started laughing for a whole minute when rave music started playing in the plane selection screen before the mission.

Right out of the bat we start Mission 1 with DEATH from controller. I didn't know what to press and the screen only told me about R2 to accelerate so I killed myself by crashing on the end of the take off thingie. This was a warning to what was about to come.

I need to publicly apologize to every Ace Combat fan that has ever lived because inverted controls make me feel insane so I had to "invert" them back to normal. I am very sorry. I have failed you all. Don't look at me.

Anyways, first mission went TERRIBLY. WHO have me a license. I was DRUNK driving in the skies. Absolutely dogshit piloting skills. I didn't know it did a neat little replay of the mission at the end + the replay with the tiny lowpoly planes. Humiliating. Everyone was flying to neatly and I looked like I was using my plane for a ribbon dance.

As someone that played Drakengard on the ps2 and Armored Core on the ps4: Piloting a plane is much more similar to riding a dragon than piloting a mech.

There's a lot going on in the cutscenes, the story seems cool and I have an idea of it already but by god they just feel so goofy sometimes, very silly, I am very lost.

Second mission started terribly as well, I still fly like I'm drunk, I died at least 5 times because I turned a little too much and crashed on the ground. At some point when I was managing to stay alive I thought I was gonna fail from the time running out because I just couldn't hit the targets.

Also. Did you know? In Armored Core you press X, Square and O for boosting and movement, and L1/L2 R1/R2 for your weapons. Ace Combat is the opposite. I've been playing Armored Core for a month already. My brain is having a hard time trying to grasp the controllers, somebody help me.

Second half of this mission went better than the first half bc I *am* learning but by god. I died once because I hit the ground again, I keep doing it, my pilot craves the safety of the ground. It was a nightmare trying to get to the targets to properly hit them but I did manage to do it.

All and all? Game is pretty fun! It will be a challenge to actually learn how to play, specially with expert controls, but that's the fun of every game, learning and mastering!

Had to stop for today but I'll reblog this once I play more :]

[zlebooks]

𓂃 ayato + who’s a good boy?

ayato learns that maybe he shouldn’t mess with you the next time you’re taking a stroll… or anytime for that matter.

warning: idk if the last parts of the fic are considered as sexual innuendos 😭

ayato grew up in a gated neighborhood— that probably already says a lot about him and his tax bracket.

his father, a director at one of the top hospitals in the country and his mother, a well known art gallery curator, made sure ayato grew up comfortably. he had the best tutors to help him remain on the top of his class, a world class nanny who knows hand to hand combat if it ever comes to the worst scenarios, and a whole staff of his own that will help him with literally anything.

to say ayato never worked a day in his life would be unjust and offensive. however, he does admit that he is more privileged compared to others.

one of the many privileges he had growing up was he barely had to follow any orders. usually, he would have the option to disregard it or at least postpone doing it for an extended period of time. however, he had learned to never pass it on to anyone else; the moment he tried to pass the responsibility on to his sister, ayato earned himself a flick to the forehead from his father.

(it is a common knowledge in the kamisato residence that ayaka has always been their father's favorite while ayato had always been their mother's most precious little thing.)

that's why ayato notices almost immediately that you had the tendency to order him around.

it wasn't anything degrading, of course. it was more like a simple request that can be put in better words. and the kamisato heir doesn't mind at all— even though he grew up with almost no one bossing him around, he still follows you wholeheartedly.

but there are days where ayato becomes more mischievous than usual— he blames it on the childhood that he never got to fully live as he was part of high society— and he thinks it's a great day to stir some slight trouble.

"ayato? come here." you say, flicking your wrist towards you, inviting your boyfriend to walk with you.

your boyfriend puts on a commendable act. he pretends to think for a moment— with matching lean-on-one-hip and chin-caressing.

"no."

this causes you to raise an eyebrow, your eyes dripping with suspicion. "why? do you want to go somewhere else?"

ayato gives you an affirmative answer and you puff your cheeks out. "you should have told me earlier," you say as you feel guilty for not intentionally dragging him around.

this almost makes your boyfriend cave— almost. but he decides that he isn't done with you yet.

"where do you want to go?" you ask sweetly, your face contorting into someone who's sorry.

he hums for a moment, acting as if he were thinking again.

"i don't know."

the moment he tells you that, every remorse in your bones vanishes within a second.

"you're not being cute right now."

ayato shrugs.

"okay, seriously. what do you want?"

"i want to go somewhere else."

"where?"

"i don't know."

ayato almost snorts when he looks at you about to pull your hair out. for a moment, he feels sorry for trying to pull this prank. but then the red little guy sitting on his left shoulder reminds him that seeing you so out of your element is the best thing that might have happened to him. (aside from you saying yes when he asked you out)

"why are you being like this?" you groan.

"because it's always you who is ordering me around."

you gasp. "is that how i come off?"

"you're always like 'come here', 'go over there', and 'follow me'. it's like you're talking to a dog instead of your boyfriend."

your expression softens, and another pang of guilt hits ayato on the chest. this makes him feel even worse; he even starts to contemplate if he should tell you it's all a joke.

“well, i’m extremely sorry if that’s how i seemed like. i swear that i don't have any intentions to make you feel like you’re any less.” you try your best to apologise sincerely, but when you caught ayato’s lips quirking up a bit, you suddenly realise what was up.

kamisato ayato has a lot of talents— there is no room for any arguments. he had a gift for writing the most poetic stories, he’s able to charm anyone everytime he sings, and whenever he picks up a new sport to play, nine out of ten times he excels at them. but most importantly, the talent he is proudest of was his innate ability to act.

ayato has his arms crossed, shoulders tensed and furrowed eyebrows; everything points out to him being mildly hurt and offended. to everyone, you two look like lovers in between the process of a quarrel, already on the way to resolve the problem.

but then he blinks. twice.

you catch your boyfriend blinking once, and then immediately followed by another. you also notice the sides of his lips lifting a little— these were the tell signs that he’s just messing around. trying to rouse up any type of reaction from you.

you scoff to yourself, two could play this game.

“besides, it’s not my fault that you sometimes behave like a dog.” ayato winces at this, and you think if you went too far.

but you decide to take it up a notch; you take a huge step towards ayato, almost closing the gap between the two of you. if you had moved any closer, your chest would be touching his, and his lips would hover temptingly on yours.

“you turn into this soft, pliant, obedient pup…” you whisper into his ears and you have to hold back your laughter as you feel him shudder against you, “… one might say you’re being submissive.”

as soon as you see ayato gulp, you immediately take a step back before snorting. “you’re just like taroumaru.”

this was enough to feel like a splash of cold water on ayato’s face. he knew that he had been utterly defeated.

just a moment ago, it was obvious that he had the upper hand (which was unfair because you had no idea what was going on), but with your wit and quick thinking, you suddenly flipped the table under his nose.

the kamisato heir shrugs. he supposes there’s another bullet to add on the long list of reasons why he loves you.

you turn your heels away from the man, suddenly picking up your pace before sending him a glance. “will you come along?” you ask expectantly.

ayato is woken up from his trance, jogging to where you are and finally slowing down to match your phase. your boyfriend hums, maybe you were right when you told him that he was an obedient little dog.

please do not repost or translate without my permission . reblogs are greatly appreciated

[thesparklingwriter]

changes

“We can go out for dinner if you so wish. Just save me the discomfort of listening to that rant again, alright?”

tags: pet names, soft Zhongli, fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, reader is pregnant, literally nothing happens in this, i guess that's the epitome of fluff idk, canon divergence: zhongli has mora

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i lowkey hate the trope that any woman who is pregnant should be immediately overjoyed to be pregnant so uh have this

also,,, celeste posting within 2 weeks of the last one???? who am i???

The house is warm when you get back. It's warm and comforting and the same way it’s always been. Nothing has changed, nothing at all. So why does everything suddenly feel so...different?

You shut the door behind you, trailing into the living room to dump your bag somewhere and collapse on the sofa. You’re so tired—your whole body feels heavy. Maybe it’s the weight of what you’ve been told. You should be happy, and you should be more excited, but you’re tired and nauseous and you just want to go to sleep.

“Is that you, my love?” Zhongli calls. You hear him descending the stairs, his steady and rhythmic steps reverberating around the house. He won’t be upset. It's all okay. It will be okay.

You call back to him with a weak yes, and his steps seem to speed up at the sound of your voice.

“Are you alright? How was the doctor’s appointment?” He asks, settling beside you on the sofa. He gently kisses your forehead, stroking your hair as he does.

“It was okay,” you say softly. “I’m fine.”

And that’s the truth. The doctor said you’re perfectly healthy. Nothing wrong with you at all.

“So, the nausea is…?” Zhongli presses. The doctor would have to be particularly stupid to tell you you were perfectly fine if you wanted to throw up every hour of the day, so the only other option is that you’re keeping something from him.

“Umm,” You start. You don’t understand why you’re so nervous.

“Umm? What an interesting ailment. Do tell me more.” Zhongli teases, attempting to lighten your mood. It doesn’t really work in the way he expected it to, and he resumes his more serious disposition. “What’s the matter, love?”

“I’m scared,” you say, tears pricking in your eyes. “What if I get it all wrong? What if I'm an absolutely useless mother, and our child never wants to see us again once they’re grown? What if—”

“One second, my love. Child?”

You shift yourself to look at Zhongli head on. “I’m pregnant, Zhongli.”

His face almost doesn’t change. Maybe it’s because he was already looking at you with eyes full of love, or maybe it’s because he’s holding his reaction back.

He doesn’t want you to see how excited he is because he doesn’t want to make you feel guilty for being scared. You are his priority. “Do you want to be pregnant?” He asks carefully.

Your eyes widen at the implication of his words. “Yes,” you reply. “I do, but—”

Zhongli smiles properly then, pulling you into a hug. “You’re going to be fine, my love. You need not worry about a thing. You are perfectly capable of being an amazing mother, and I’ll always do everything in my power to support you.”

“I’m scared,” you repeat against his chest.

“I know,” Zhongli replies. “I know.”

Once you got over your initial shock of being pregnant, you began to quite enjoy the extra attention your husband gave you—the extra back massages, the special teas he brewed for you, the fact he used every excuse to stay by your side and the stories he loved to tell your unborn child.

“She can’t hear you, you know that, right?” You chuckle, sliding your hands into Zhongli’s hair.

“She?” Zhongli asks.

“I just have a feeling.” You shrug. Zhongli laughs, happy to see you smile again. More than anything, he’s happy that you aren’t so stressed. Sometimes he can sense a little bit of fear creeping in–when the baby kicks, or when you go to another of your routine doctor’s appointments–but for the most part, you seem to be happy, and that’s all that matters to him.

“What are we going to name her then?” He smiles, kissing your stomach lightly.

“Oh, I don’t know. I was probably going to leave that up to you.” You’re not good with names, but you want something special and unique. The only names you had in mind were ones that had grown in popularity over the past few years, and whilst that means you have good taste, it also means the name won’t be original.

“Me?” Zhongli chuckles. “I’m not particularly up to date with names nowadays.”

“That’s exactly why I was leaving it to you.” You say. “I figured you’d come up with a pretty, original name that no one else will have.”

“That’s a valid point, but it will be a traditional Liyuean name.” Zhongli sighs. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Why not?”

“Because it would be nice for her to have a bit of your culture too.”

“That’s what middle names are for.” You chuckle. “Or we can just give her a double barrel name and call it a day.”

“It seems to me that you’re shirking your responsibilities.”

“Say that to me one more time and I will show you responsibility.” You huff, adjusting yourself in your seat and pushing his face away from your stomach. “I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?”

“Air, until you rediscover your manners.”

“Are you denying me, the woman who is growing your child—” Zhongli silences you with a swift kiss that leaves you breathless.

“We can go out for dinner if you so wish. Just save me the discomfort of listening to that rant again, hmm?”

You huff at him. “Archon brute.”

And even though Zhongli would like to pretend to be mad, he knows that you were already a handful without pregnancy hormones running rings around you, and lets it slide out of the goodness of his own heart.

“‘Archon brute’ who’s about to buy you dinner.” He hums, gently pulling you to your feet.

a/n winnie, if you're reading this please be quiet you know i am a woman of simple pleasures

[l-r-christian]

I have a really angsty request thats gonna hurt 😭 poly!Mikaelsons before they are dating, where their friendship started because they were trying to use the reader for something (maybe the stakes idk that part is up to you) but through the whole thing they started to actually fall in love, but the reader finds out they were using her (before them confessing their feelings) maybe end it in fluff and them finally confessing (ik I said fluff but if you think fluff doesn’t fit then u can change it)

Yooo we gonna be sad gals

Warnings: Angst, fluff at the end, protective Mikaelsons

Y/N felt like she was in a dream as she didn't know want she did to deserve four beautiful beings like the Mikaelsons to love her. Y/N had it rough as her adoptive father was asshole and her adoptive mother was verbally abusive, her friends was more worried about Elena than her. So to have not only one but four people to want her and that was way out of her league.

But want Y/N didn't know was that the Mikaelsons was using her to get all of the white oak until they found themselves falling hard for the girl. And it all came to light after a fight she had with Elena about her going to tell them how she felt for them.

"They are just using you! They don't really love you as they just wanted the white oak. No ones would want a fat useless wolf girl like you." Elena's words had cut the girl as she went and confronted them to find that Elena was right as she saw the white oak in the fire place.

"Baby.....it was all before.."

"Don't....I get it now." Y/N said tears falling from her eyes leaving not seeing the heartbreak on the siblings faces. Since that day Y/N had left town no one knew where she went as the siblings searched for her. The Mikaelsons had fell for the wolf while it had started to use her but they fell and fell hard as loving the wolf came to them easily but now she was gone and they wanted her back.

"Here is one black coffee Marcel." Y/N said with a cheery smile as the vampire smiled at her. Y/N had gone to New Orleans to get away from everyone back in Mystic Falls lucky she saved up money. When she first got to the city she met Marcel when he saved her from being bitten by a vampire and he looked after her.

"Thanks sweetheart. How are you? Diego said someone is bothering you."

"It...is fine. No need to do anything." Y/N said while Marcel was aware that Y/N was a werewolf. It was a surprise to him just how soft and gentle she was for a wolf never causing trouble and always turning far from town.

"Listen babygirl. If there is someone bothering my favorite wolf I want to know." Marcel said watching the young woman bite her bottom lip before sitting down.

"A few of the witches have been following me."

"I'll look into it babygirl don't worry." Marcel said getting up pressing a kiss on her head leaving the shop. Y/N finished up her shift seeing Thierry standing just outside making her worry and the vampire saw the worry on her face.

"The Originals are in town and Marcel doesn't trust them so I'm here to walk you home." Thierry said when Y/N frowned as it was a blur when Thrierry's neck was snapped and Elijah was standing in front of her.

"Really Niklaus?"

"We don't need him tell Marcel that we are talking to our little wolf." Klaus said as Y/N glared pushing past them both. Both men was quick to catch up to her and Klaus smirked.

"Here I thought you would be happy to see us."

"Well you are sorely mistaken." Y/N said rather coldly which surprised both of them. After leaving Mystic Falls Y/N cried over them then her sadness turned to anger that never went away.

"Listen what happened in......."

"Save it Elijah. I get it you four didn't really like me and was just using me to get the white oak."

"But we really....."

"What care? Yeah right, sorry if I don't believe you." Y/N said walking off and they both let her walk off and decided to watch over her from a distance. Two months of the four trying to get Y/N to forgive and to be with them while Marcel learned why the witches were following Y/N around.

"Pregnant? The witches think I am pregnant with Klaus's child?" Y/N said when Marcel had came into the coffee shop as she was happy that it was a slow day while Rebekah and Kol listened from a back table.

"That they do. So maybe find out if you are....I wasn't aware you two are......"

"We aren't. And if I am he won't be seeing my child." Y/N said coldly as Marcel watched her walk off wondering just what the Mikaelsons done to his little wolf. Y/N went to her doctor learning she was pregnant then made plans to not let the Mikaelsons know about the pregnancy.

"What do you two want?" Marcel asked seeing Elijah and Klaus walk into the Abattoir in a blur Klaus held him by his thoat holding him against a wall.

"Our little wolf where is she?"

"I have no idea where Hayley is....or did you mean Y/N? Here I thought that other wolf seen around you was your object of affection."

"Marcellus, tell us." Elijah said lowly when they heard her foot steps and they looked smiling as she glared.

"Wow not surprising that you both were going to hurt Mar to get your way." Y/N said ignoring how they both shamelessly raked their eyes over their love.

"Hey baby girl. Need something?" Marcel asked ignoring how both Originals glared at him as Y/N sighed.

"The witches are right."

"Oh....want to talk about it?" Marcel asked while Elijah and Klaus glared harder then stopped hearing a second heartbeat from Y/N.

"No. I'll let you finish up with them."

"Y/N is pregnant?!" Rebekah said surprised as Kol was equally upset like Elijah and Klaus that the idea their girl carrying another's child.

"From what I learned. Y/N is carrying Niklaus's child as the witches thought Hayley was the mother." Elijah said making them freeze and knew they needed to get Y/N under their protection.

"You are looking beautiful."

"What do you want Kol?" Y/N questioned glaring him as she worked cleaning off tables as Kol smiled.

"For you to forgive us as you are carrying Nik's baby. Let us protect you."

"No. I loved you four and you used me! And Klaus will never see my child!" Y/N said finishing up work leaving as Kol frowned before calling Rebekah.

"So you and Elijah?"

"I don't care Hayley. If you want to date the ass go ahead." Y/N tells the other wolf as Hayley smiled while Y/N looked at the book that Hayley brought her.

"This is a family tree. Most Alpha of a wolf pack has as one, this one is of the Crescent wolf pack."

"You know of the pack?" Hayley asked looking at the pregnant wolf.

"Yeah, it was my birth pack before given up for adoption." Y/N said pulling up her sleeve showing Hayley the Crescent mark on her wrist before continuing to telling Hayley about the wolf pack.

"Hayley seems to like you brother."

"I am aware Niklaus but much like you my heart belongs to Y/N." Elijah says as both were with Rebekah sitting in the coffee shop watching Y/N work and saw that she began to show a bit.

This went on for a month before Marcel got tired of it and had Davina trap Y/N with the siblings in the Abattoir to hash out their problems. So now Y/N sat pissed off arms crossed ignoring the Mikaelsons as Rebekah chewed on her bottom lip inching to touch Y/N's baby bump.

"Listen love yes at first we were using you. But we fell for you." Klaus said as Elijah stepped forward kneeling in front of Y/N getting her attention. Y/N saw the look of adoration and devotion in their eyes for her and it made her heart skip a beat.

"Baby, we fell for you and fell hard. And we were going to tell you the truth."

"Darling, we were heartbroken when you left and followed Hayley here to find you."

"Sweetheart, we are truly sorry and we understand if you don't forgive us but please don't take the child from us." Rebekah said sitting next to Y/N as the wolf looked at them seeing no lies but hurt broken vampires that loved a woman that they felt truly guilty for hurting.

"I forgive you. I missed you all." Y/N said tears falling down her cheeks as all four hugged her cuddling her. Y/N flushed burying her face in Kol's neck feeling them pressing closer as if to hide her away from the world promising to protect her from everything.

[alistairian]

Father = biological dad, Dad = stepdad

What I've always known: my father was married to my mother for 6 years, and after spending half that time trying for a baby he left for some other woman he met on course (work trip) several weeks before I was due. He didn't want any custody and only saw me once when he came to grab the last of his things. He left my mom with a newborn infant, a house she couldn't afford on her own, plus 2 cats and a dog.

My father has a very large tight-knit family. His parents came to visit me and support my mom after I was born, and one of his sisters kept in touch with my mom over the years. From what I understand the family was pretty split over who to support and people started taking sides. During times when I lived close to that side of the family I would visit my grandparents and aunt and see my cousins. My father was never around during these times, we assumed he lived in Ontario but when the child support payments stopped coming we couldn't track him down and his family was no help. I think at one point when I was little my mom tried to get him to sign off on letting her change my last name from his, and I guess he said no cuz it never happened.

The new information: when I was about 9 my grandfather passed away, I remember my mom crying while telling me, which is notable cuz she is not a cryer. We didn't go to the funeral and I always just assumed it was because of the distance (we lived several hours away).

When I was 17 he asked my mom for permission to reach out to me and offered to start paying child support again while I went to college. I said if he was just going to vanish again and make no effort then I didn't want him to bother. We talked a littld bit. Met when I was 18. He kind of played the victim, talked about how emotional he is and how it's easy for him to start crying. Idk what I was meant to do with that info, pity him? Saw him maybe 2 more times at family gatherings and then we were strangers again. In full honest truth I just didn't really care, I already had a stepdad who was with us since I was 2 so I wasn't missing anything. (Fun sidenote, my dad and father used to be friends. They were diving buddies and one day while they were both on tour (big work trip) they met at a bar and my dad had to confess that he was dating my mom and raising me. That friendship ended right then and there of course)

Turns out my grandfather actually asked to see me before he passed. He was in a hospital and his dying wish was to see all of his grandkids one more time and he asked for me by name. However, my father was there for his dad's passing, and decided that it would be too awkward for him if I was also there, so he denied his OWN dad's dying wish and said I wasn't allowed to go. I was the only one who didn't get to say goodbye and didn't go to the funeral.

I remember when I was starting college and stayed with my grandmother for a few months she mentioned that my grandfather asked to see me when he was dying. It must have slipped up cuz I didn't know this version of the story and didn't know why I wouldn't have been able to see him. I kinda thought she was lying, she tends to overembellish and romanticise things.

During this time was when I was seeing my relatives more at gatherings and birthdays and stuff. I always felt like an outsider or that I was the families ugly secret (didn't help that I was also out as trans at this point) which I figured was just because I typically feel out of place and uncomfortable but it turns out they're all actually just guilty and uncomfortable. I stayed with my aunt for awhile too during this time, the one who stayed in touch with my mom, she was always so nice and made a point to give me space and made sure I wasn't feeling pressured or overwhelmed. It felt like a bit of overcompensation but I figured it was the trans stuff making people a little weird.

My aunt passed a few years ago after her cancer came back. Her oldest daughter rushed to have her wedding early once her mom started getting sick again and she collapsed after the reception. She never left the hospital after that and died about a week later. My father texted me to let me know. Visitation at the hospital was extremely limited due to covid, so I knew I wouldn't have been able to see her.

Another family member commissioned a portrait sketch from me of my aunt to be used at her celebration of life, I offered to do it for free since that was my aunt who took me in and who I was closest to. I was asked to draw the same picture again to be given to my other aunt (her twin), paid for this time, but I never got paid and she never came to pick up the 2nd picture. I reached out a few times, was ghosted. My mom reached out to the twin to see if I could just give her the drawing directly, nothing ever came of it. And once again, I was never even invited to attend the celebration, and we live in the same city this time.

My mom still asks me if my grandmother sends me birthday wishes, because she noticed that she's always making happy bday posts on facebook for all her other grandchildren except me (no, she doesn't send me anything) and honestly now that my aunt has passed I'm pretty much finished with that whole side of the family.

All this to say: hey isn't it fucked up that a man in his 30s abandoned his wife and child and did everything he could to make things as difficult as possible? Hey isn't it fucked up that 10 years later at the age of 40 the same guy denied his father's dying wish, on his deathbed, because the possibility of being in the same room as the child he abandoned was just too uncomfortable? Hey, isn't fucked up that when he did decide he wanted to try he half assed it so bad he made himself out to be the victim and then ended up excluded his adult child from yet another family members funeral? And this time the entire family was complicit because I was right there and everyone knew that my aunt always supported me and my mom? And then they even asked for a service from me, which I provided for FREE, and still nobody had the fucking consideration to maybe oh idk, invite me to say goodbye? My fucking pencil drawing got to participate for christs sakes.

Anyway. Lowkey looking forward to the day he's on his own deathbed mulling over all his regrets and asks to see me before he passes. Then I can tell him no, that's too awkward.

I have the urge to trauma dump about extended family drama and my official (self-appointed) title as the black sheep of the family, but alas. It is already 3am

[motherjoel]

from heaven above (spencer reid x fem!reader)

summary: you go into labor while spencer’s on a case, not answering his phone

a/n: i honestly say penelope garcia rights in my fics fdsbkfna i always give her the spotlight. also idk anything about birth, forgive me

wc: 2.2k

warnings/includes: idk just birth dfjhbfjh

-

Your due date wasn’t for two weeks- Spencer was supposed to be home and you were supposed to have this baby with him. In two weeks. You weren’t allowed on planes, so you stayed with Garcia at the office towards the end of your pregnancy, working from there. You had been sitting in a chair next to her when you felt your water break.

“Uh, Pen?” you asked, looking in shock down at your legs.

“Yes, my beautiful glowing goddess of nature and all things holy?” she asked, eyes still glued to the screen. After you didn’t answer for a moment, still in shock, she turned to look at you with concern. She followed your gaze down to see what you were internally freaking out about. Her eyes widened as she gasped. “Okay, Y/N, wow this is happening!” she yelled, frantically running around the batcave, looking for god knows what.

“I have to- I gotta call Spence,” you said, taking out your phone and dialing the number of your husband. After a few rings, you were sent to voicemail.

“They might be on the jet, oh no, oh my gosh,” said Penelope, freaking out even more than you were.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, uh, I guess it’s a girls day!” you shouted, trying to make light of the incredibly stressful situation.

“Oh, you know I love a girls day,” Penelope replied with a nervous laugh, helping you up and guiding you to grab your bags from your desk. “Move everyone! Get out of the way, mother nature is calling!” Penelope shouted at the others in the office. You laughed lightly at the shocked faces, stopping midway as you faced one of your contractions. 

“Garcia it’s happening!” you said, taking a seat in a nearby chair as you squeezed her hand, riding out your first contraction.

“It’s okay honey, I got you,” she said, repeating comforting words until you were finished. Once you were done, she quickly guided you into her car and sped off to the hospital. The entire way there you were grabbing onto the door handle for dear life, repeatedly calling Spencer and praying he’d pick up eventually. They were scheduled to land soon, but this baby was coming and it was coming fast. You both rushed into the hospital and were immediately put into a room, where you were basically told to ride out the contractions until you were dilated enough to push. You had given up calling Spencer, figuring he’d just call you back when you landed. Penelope, however, decided to call the rest of the team a million times over until Morgan actually answered.

“Derek! Is Spencer there, please tell me Spencer’s there,” she said, putting her phone on speaker. You were on high alert now.

“Calm down baby girl, yeah he’s right next to me,” Derek said, defensively.

“Then tell me why the HELL he isn’t answering his phone!” you yelled as you felt a contraction coming on.

“Oh god,” said Morgan over the phone, you could hear shuffling as he handed it to Spencer.

“Y/N? Is everything okay? My phone died,” Spencer said, worry laced in his voice. You responded by screaming- this was a particularly bad contraction. You were also annoyed at his neglect to charge his phone. 

“It’s happening Reid, the baby genius is gonna pop,” said Penelope, looking at you with concern. You heard Spencer tell Morgan to change directions and drive to the hospital.

“We’re on the way! I promise, I’ll be there Y/N,” Spencer said, feeling extremely guilty.

“Hurry!” you cried, taking the phone from Penelope and hanging up. Your contraction had ended, but they were coming more frequently now and you had little patience.

“Damn girl, you tell him,” said Garcia at an attempt to lighten the mood. You could only offer a weak laugh, already exhausted from the day you’d had.

-

“Derek hurry up,” Spencer said from the passenger's seat, urgently shaking his leg.

“I’m going as fast as I can pretty boy, I promise you’ll be there in time,” Derek said, having already turned on the lights and sirens. JJ and Emily were in the back seat, with Hotch and Rossi following them in a separate car- none of them were going to miss this. Spencer couldn’t help but feel extremely guilty for not being with you. He had tried to stay at home but you insisted he go on the case, him being an asset and a genius and all. 

“I should’ve just stayed home, god I’m an idiot. I should have taken into consideration that 26% of births occur at 37 to 38 weeks, I should've known!” Spencer said, scrutinizing himself. JJ reached up from the seat behind him, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Spence, there was no way of knowing about this,” JJ said in her best motherly tone.

“Yeah, Y/N told you to go on the case and you saved lives! Now it’s time to bring one of your own into the world,” Emily finished, surprisingly thoughtful. Spencer just nodded, trying to maintain his sanity.

-

“Penelope, I don’t think they’re gonna make it,” you said, near tears at the thought of your husband being absent for the birth of your child. Garcia smoothed your hair back and held your hand, doing her best to comfort you.

“He will be here Y/N. And hell, if he’s not, we’ll just continue this girls day into the delivery room!” she said, successfully lightening the mood.

“You’d do that? You’d come with me?” you asked, looking at your best friend in awe.

“Of course. Anything for you, my dear. I’ll even push for you,” she said as you went into another painful contraction, squeezing her hand even harder than before. Soon after, the doctor came in to check your dilation.

“Well, it looks like you’re just about ready to push!” she said with a smile. Panic spread throughout your entire body.

“No, no! He’s not here, Penny he’s not here,” you said through tears, looking up at Penelope. Her heart broke at the sight. The doctor looked at you for a moment, unsure of what to do.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but if we wait any longer you migh-” she was cut off by a breathless and sweaty Spencer running into the room.

“I’m here! I’m here!” he said, running to your side and placing a kiss on your sweaty forehead. You grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes- you were positive you had never looked worse, but he looked at you like it was your wedding night. Penelope quickly left to find the rest of the team in the waiting room as you were pushed into the delivery room.

 “Are you ready?” asked the doctor. You took one more look into Spencer’s eyes- eyes that were panicked, excited, worried, and elated all at the same time. You were ready. You both were. You breathed out a quick “yes” before you began to push, squeezing onto Spencer’s hand for dear life. You pushed and you pushed until the doctor told you you could stop. You let out a sigh, knowing that it was only the beginning.

“You’re gonna be okay, we’re doing this Y/N,” Spencer said with a smile. You glared at him. “I mean, you’re doing this. It’s all you, baby,” he said and you reached up to kiss him quickly on the lips before pushing again. You screamed so loud you were sure the entire team could hear you from the waiting room.

-

“She was so nervous, I hope they’re okay in there,” Penelope said, pacing around the waiting room.

“She was nervous? You should’ve seen pretty ricky! I thought he was about to hop out of the car and run to the hospital,” Derek said, earning light laughter from the team.

“I remember when Jack was born,” said Hotch. “I was a nervous wreck, the nurses had to get me ice chips,” he joked, which was rare from him, but the nervous energy warranted it. Everyone was silent for a few minutes, all lost in thought. Rossi spoke up first, saying what they were all thinking.

“I can’t believe the kid is having a kid,” he said, earning a chorus of agreement.

“It feels like just yesterday I was asking him if he ever wanted to have baby geniuses,” Emily laughed in reminiscence.

“And little did we know that when Y/N joined the team, she’d be his angel sent from heaven above,” said Garcia dreamily. Everyone nodded at her dramatics, but overall agreed- you really did save Spencer in his time of need, whether you admitted it or not.

-

With one last push and the encouragements from your sweet husband, you were done- your baby girl was finally outside of you. Only, you felt like something was wrong. 

“Spence, why isn’t she crying,” you asked, tears of exhaustion and sweat dripping down your face.

“I don’t kn- hey, why isn’t she crying?” Spencer panicked, trying to get the attention of a nurse who was frantically running around, paying little attention. He tried to push his panic down as he turned back to your worried face.

“Is she okay, is my baby okay?” you yelled, now crying from emotion. Spencer shushed you and stroked your face, promising she was fine (he had no idea if she was fine, but all he wanted to do was comfort you). After a few moments of intense silence, you finally heard it- the wail of your newborn child. You exhaled in relief, Spencer doing the same. You pulled him down into a hug, the exhaustion from exerting your body making you extremely drowsy. The doctor came over and handed her to you. Spencer stood next to you, his fingers lightly brushing her small tuft of hair. He was astonished- to him, she looked exactly like the both of you (maybe he was delusional from his lack of sleep, because he would normally argue that newborns were wrinkly and unidentifiable).

“She’s beautiful,” Spencer cried, kissing you on the cheek.

“She is, she really is,” you said with relief.

-

After you had spent a few moments alone with the baby, Spencer made his way out into the waiting room where the entire team was anxiously sitting- they stood when they saw him.

“It’s a girl!” he yelled, lifting his arms over his head in excitement. The team whooped and hollered, Derek even lifting Spencer off of his feet in a hug. “You guys can come see her, if you’d like,” he said, the team excitedly shuffling into your room behind him.

“Hi guys!” you said weakly, holding your beautiful baby girl. Everyone quietly walked over to your bedside, cooing at the baby. Rossi reached out his finger and she latched on tight. “Looks like she loves grandpa Rossi already,” you laughed.

“Grandpa?!” he almost yelled, jokingly offended at your statement. The team laughed and Hotch patted him on the back.

“Have you guys thought of any names yet?” asked JJ, who was bending down and grabbing her small feet. 

“Well,” you said, sharing a look with your husband. “Her name is Marie, after Marie Curie,” you said, as if it was obvious. “And her middle name is… Penelope,” you said, earning a gasp from Penelope, her hand on her heart. “The woman who was willing to push this baby out for me,” you laughed. Garcia pushed her way through the team and bent down next to you.

“I am going to love this child like it’s my own. I call the first babysitting gig!” she yelled, looking around at the team with daggers in her eyes (as if anyone was going to fight her on it). 

The team had stayed for a while longer before heading home, deciding to leave the two of you alone. Spencer climbed into the hospital bed next to you, his long legs almost hanging over the edge. You held Marie for the longest time, both of you staring lovingly at her and already planning her future.

“Obviously she’s gonna be a genius, I mean look at the way she grabbed Rossi’s finger earlier,” you said, playing with her hands.

“Well if she takes after you too, she’ll be a beautiful genius,” Spencer whispered into your ear and you laughed.

“Spence, we already have one hot genius in the family, what am I gonna do surrounded by a bunch of nobel peace prize winning supermodels?” you asked, looking up at Spencer with heart eyes. He just leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your lips, soaking in the first moments of fatherhood. He was making the perfect family for himself- the family he never had, and he couldn’t have done it with anyone but you.

[imherongraystairstrash]

Checkers—ficmas day 5

Welcome back! I'd say we need a little bit of Lightwood fluff in this celebration, wouldn't you? And what better than to have the softest of Lightwoods this lovely morning? (lol jk idk if the 9th is going to be a lovely day or not, but I'm just going to pretend that it's going to be sunny). Anyway, enjoy some Gideon and Thomas fluff:

--Checkers--

“Papa, have you seen Tom?”

Gideon put down his book and looked around the room. “No, I haven’t. Maybe he left with your mother? Or at your aunt Cecily and uncle Gabriel’s house down the street?”

Barbara’s face lit up. “Of course! We haven’t looked there yet. Can we go to aunt and uncle’s house, papa? Please?”

“All right, but come back before it gets too late, Gabriel and Cecily are too busy to be taking care of four children for such long periods of time. And put on your coats. We don’t want you to get a cold.”

Barbara ran to get her sister and they left, walking hand-in-hand giggling excitedly.

Gideon smiled as he watched them disappear.

“The coast is clear, Thomas.” He said.

His son appeared from where he was hiding under Gideon’s arm, his wide eyes looking around the room before smiling at his father in gratitude. Thomas didn’t talk much and Gideon and Sophie had almost begun worrying when, from one day to the next, he spoke a full sentence, asking if Kit was going to be at the park.

Since then, they’d concluded that he was just a child of few words, which was a vast difference from their daughters, who had practically come out of the womb speaking. It was almost a sort of relief, though they’d never admit it.

Thomas was just recovering from one of his bouts of sickness, and his eyes were still a little bit sleepy and his face still a soft shade of pink. He sat down beside his father and began toying with the loose ends of a throw blanket.

When Thomas had burst into the room, wild eyed, Gideon didn’t know what to make of it. It wasn’t until he heard Barbara and Eugenia calling their brother’s name that Gideon understood he was trying to hide from them. Thomas didn’t like being fussed over; he let everybody do it, especially Sophie and Gideon, but Gideon could see that he didn’t enjoy the extra attention. Gideon had the strange feeling that Thomas felt guilty, and that he let people coddle him because he felt sorry for getting sick frequently. Thomas never tells his parents when he’s sick, he always tries to hide it but, like any parent, they realize. They notice when Thomas doesn’t eat, when he sits by the fire for long periods of time and is still shivering, when his nose gets stuffy every time he tries to take a breath.

Of course they realize. Sophie will scoop him up and tell him that he must tell them when he’s sick, so they can help him, but Thomas will simply lay his small head on her shoulder and blink slowly.

Gideon looked at his son. Now that they were alone, he thought they should probably do something instead of just sitting and enjoying each other’s company.

“Would you like me to teach you a game?” He asked.

Though he nodded slowly, his hazel eyes were wide with excitement. Thomas had a habit of nodding slowly in general, because during the many times he was sick, he nodding quickly meant a splitting headache.

Gideon tried to think of a game he could teach him. Thomas was only four years old, so he didn’t think chess would be the best game to teach him; it was too complex. Instead, he opted for checkers.

At first, Thomas seemed unsure, but soon became enthusiastic. When Gideon purposefully moved his checker for Thomas to capture, however, he seemed to hesitate, his slim fingers hovering over the checker that would take Gideon’s. All of a sudden, he moved a different checker.

“Tom, you’re supposed to try to take my checkers, remember?” Gideon reminded him. Maybe he’d forgotten the rules. “Do you still remember how to take one?”

Thomas nodded, his hazel eyes wide.

“Oh, all right then.” Gideon said.

He moved one of his pieces, with the intention of not advancing in the game.

Thomas sat forward and put his hand on the checker that could capture Gideon’s. He looked up at his father.

“Keep going, Tom. That’s a good piece to move.”

Very slowly, Thomas moved his checker to jump over Gideon’s, but he didn’t take the black checker. Gideon picked it up and gave it to Thomas with a smile.

Thomas took it slowly and placed it down beside him. Gideon realized he must not have wanted to take Gideon’s checker because he felt bad.

Gideon took one of Thomas’ so that he might feel better. Thomas looked up at Gideon and smiled at that.

“You’re supposed to be disappointed when you lose, you silly rabbit.” Gideon said, ruffling his hair.

…

It turned out that Thomas was an extraordinary checker player. Once he got over his initial guilt for winning, Gideon found himself gawking at Thomas’ perception of the game. His each and every calculated move made Gideon want to pick him up and tell the world “look at my son, he’s the most intelligent four-year-old in the universe!”, but he restrained himself because he didn’t think Thomas would like that very much.

“Tom, you most definitely take after your mother.” He muttered as the boy made yet another impressive maneuver Gideon hadn't anticipated.

In the past couple of rounds, Thomas had managed to beat Gideon with that neutral expression of his. However, once he’d beaten Gideon for the fifth time, he slumped down against the cushions. It was only now that Gideon noted that his son had gotten more flushed since they’d begun playing. He felt his heart drop as he moved the board out of the way and sat down next to his son. He pressed a kiss to his forehead and felt it burning under his lips.

“Oh Thomas,” he said. “You should have told me you didn’t feel well.”

Thomas looked at him with a somber expression, “I’m sorry, papa.”

Gideon’s heart fractured a tiny bit. “It’s alright, Tom. Here, I’ll take you to your room and tell you a story.”

Thomas nodded and held his arms out for Gideon to lift him. Once he was in his arms, and the small boy rested his head on Gideon’s collarbone, he couldn’t help but worry about how incredibly feverish he was; like a hot coal in the shape of his son.

He turned his head to kiss the top of his head and rub a hand against his small back and sent a prayer up to Raziel that Tom would recover quickly.

…

The moment Sophie stepped into her home, she sighed at the cozy warmth that contrasted with the freezing temperature outside. She toed off her boots and hung her coat and scarf on the hooks by the door. She was aware of Gideon’s deep baritone and slowly walked up the stairs that creaked with every step she took. She walked past the parlor, where a fire was slowly dying. Tension from her shoulders released with each step she took.

She smiled at Gideon when she saw him with Thomas, reading him a book in Spanish. She could already tell from the boy’s face that he was sick again and while a wave of worry surged through her, the look on Gideon’s face suggested it wasn’t as grave. She willed herself to remain calm, especially when they both looked up at her with matching grins.

Sophie made her way to the bed and laid down on Thomas’ other side, gathering him into her arms and holding him tightly.

“How’s my angel child?” she said.

Thomas giggled and wrapped his arms around her neck. She kissed his warm cheeks and settled herself next to Gideon, putting her head on his shoulder.

“What are we reading?” She asked.

“An old spanish legend.” Thomas said, his voice muffled.

“Oh, in that case, I guess you’ll have to translate for me, Tom.” Sophie said, lightly pinching him.

Thomas smiled and nuzzled deeper into his mother’s embrace, nodding.

...

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ok you have no idea how much I've thought abt taweret. she's one of my favorite minor characters and I wish we got so see more of her. i'm just going to go down ur post and write my thoughts on each point.

she is terrifying. you are absolutely right, she's made of the scariest animals out there. which is interesting because her characterization in moon knight at least is very friendly and welcoming

she was also originally a demon before she became a goddess, and was the wife of Apep, the snake that tries to eat Ra every day, then the wife of some other demon (who eventually became a minor god of knitting or smth weird like that), and finally a concubine of Set, the god of evil and chaos. I guess she has a thing for bad boys lol

once she was a goddess, she had a magical dagger that she would use to kill any demons who would try and possess newborns which is pretty badass. I wish she had a dagger in the show

i really like the idea that she was stuck on the boat w a manual and barely any training but purely for the comedy lol. Ammit's gone rouge, Anubis has seemingly dropped off the face of the earth bc they never talk abt him, and the underworld is desperately short staffed. Osiris just grabbed the first person who was mildly associated with the underworld, gave her some basic training on how to drive the boat, and then said 'everything else is on the note cards, good luck' and left. She is doing everything by the seat of her pants, figuring it out as she goes. True customer service style lol Which is another reason why she's so chill with Marc going back, with Steven being alive again, with opening the Gates and letting them out. She doesn't work there, it's not her problem. If Osiris is mad what's he going to do, fire her? Then there would be nobody working. She doesn't care

But yes, either way she was confused by everything having to do with there being two of them and them being undeniably linked. I feel like she really did try her best but was very ableist and it would have been very easy for her to just leave Marc and Steven separated and gone on with her day. They got very lucky that eventually she came around, despite still not understanding their relationship, and realized they needed to get out of there, for their sake, her sake, and the whole world's sake. I do think it does have more to do with her realizing that the god's world was fucked and this was the straw that broke the camel's back and not so much with Marc and Steven's internal journey and physical quest. She still seemed like she didn't fully understand why they needed to be together but decided to be supportive anyway

you are so incredibly big brained for saying she's the opposite of Ammit, of their mother. I never realized that and it's so true. She was there when they finally address their trauma, when Marc experiences "peace" for the first time in a long time (the ending he thought he wanted), when he gives his big speech to Steven, and when they escape together. All of their healing she was present for

Building off of that but incorporating the scarab point, it's Layla who tells them they don't have to kill Harrow, they don't have to keep choosing death and violence, they can choose freedom. The healing party keeps going strong with Layla's guidance

Now my own questions:

I wonder if Taweret felt at least partially guilty abt their trauma/situation. She's the protecter of children. Where was she when Randall died? When Marc was screamed at and beaten? When Steven and Jake had to be called into the world and then had their own struggles? Ancient Egyptian paganism isn't the system's religion so maybe she didn't feel like she could or should do anything about it, that other deities/powers would protect them. But in the comics at least (and kinda implied in the show), Khonshu has been following Marc since childhood so we do know gods have influence over the lives of ppl who may not believe in them as their main faith so she could have done smth. idk I just wonder how she feels about that Or maybe, if for some reason she couldn't interact with Marc, Wendy. She could have sympathized with her as a mother who has lost a child and helped soothe her. Helped her heal as well instead of drinking her life away. Made her realize that her remaining child was not at fault, no matter how upset and bitter she was about it. Marc's situation could have been easily prevented, or at least lessened, that way as well Maybe sending Layla to stay in the system's life was her way of making up for this lost protection when they needed it most. Layla can't see Khonshu but we know she'll tell him off and call him out on his bullshit no problem and really wants what's best for Marc and Steven and wants to see them heal all the way

TAWERET

I WANT TO TALK ABOUT TAWERET! 

I’ve been putting this off for a while and I need to discuss Taweret! Let’s go! 

So who is Taweret. (Disclaimer: I am not an expert on Egyptology or mythology in relation, I’ve only done a little research). 

Taweret is a goddess that gained increasing power and placement throughout Ancient history. 

She is described as having the head of a Hippopotamus, arms/paws of a lion, and tail and legs of a crocodile. 

That is one strong and fierce combination. They looked around Egypt and went, “What is the scariest things we have out here?” 

So what is her place? Fertility and Rejuvenation (Goddess of pure water from the nile). Okay, They loved that shit back then. Makes sense. 

Oh, and Protector of Women and Children. 

It was common to find pictures of her around the homes of new born babies and young children. She was painted on their cups and plates, had little statues placed near their cribs. 

She was fierce and terrifying. She was meant to protect the children from illness and ill intent. She was motherly and protective. She kept harm from them and the family. It was believed that if you raised a hand to your child or wife, you would face Taweret. 

So what DOES happen in the afterlife? Where does Taweret fall into play? 

When you died, you came before a series of judges who would ask you questions. (Book of the Dead was an instruction manual filled with how you were supposed to answer these questions, as well as spells to help keep you true). 

Once you answered the questions your heart was weighed against the feather of Ma’at. If your scales did not balance, you were fed to Ammit. If your scales are balanced, you would be welcomed to the afterlife by Osiris. 

In the afterlife, you were given a plot of land to do with as you wished and expected to maintain it. It was filled with abundance and everything you could need to be happy and good of heart (including worship of the gods). It was supposed to reflect the world that they had left behind (hence taking all your things with you in death that brought you joy in life). 

So what place did Taweret have in the afterlife? 

Taweret held the role of funerary deity. She was in charge of rebirth and passing into the afterlife. She became the center of homes in the New Kingdom, becoming related to life-giving regeneration, rebirth, and purifying. 

At times, she was seen as the opposite of Ammit, who was the devourer of the impure soul and path to darkness. Taweret was nourishment and aid to those in need. 

SO WHY WAS SHE ON THE BOAT?! 

So in the Moon Knight show, the ways of the old world have fallen into the past and current gods/goddesses just kinda watch and don’t do anything. MANY of the old gods/goddesses are imprisoned for not following the rules one way or another. Others are banished (Khonshu). 

It’s easy to believe that with important gods being banished/imprisoned, their duties had to be filled by others. It’s easy to think that the one that was supposed to be on the boat got themselves imprisoned and the next closest thing was tossed into the job with a little guide book. 

She has a guide book with a speech and rules. She doesn’t really seem to be familiar with her role or how to carry it out. Or perhaps, she isn’t familiar with D.I.D situations. A soul arrives and she expects one and is met with two. Do the rules still apply? Does she still do the same thing? Will she blow them up when she tries to remove their hearts or are they going to be fine? 

Marc does not understand Egyptian Mythology. At all. This boy be skating by with “Egypt for dummies” folded up in his back pocket with the first page highlighted and then he figured he’d get around to reading the rest later.  

As Avatar to Khonshu, he’s tossed into an afterlife not meant for him and an afterlife he does not understand. 

What is more, Marc is so estranged from his own culture and religion that he is in spiritual distress. He knows what is supposed to happen. What he was told and taught to happen. 

And here he is faced with a situation he doesn’t understand in the slightest. This further highlights how lost Marc is. He is so hurt and broken up inside that he believes that he isn’t even worthy of his own Jewishness. 

He killed people. He did terrible things. He was beaten and blamed for the death of his brother. He was taught to hate his life and himself. He tried to take his own life most likely more than once. He wasn’t even worthy of death as Khonshu kept bringing him back. 

This brings us to Steven. Emotional protector and Spiritual protector. Steven not only understands what death means in relation to his Judaism, but he knows Egyptology. He KNOWS the gods and goddesses. He knows the book of the dead forward and backwards. He’s probably read it in three different languages. 

So when Taweret shows up, how does Steven explain who she is to Marc? 

“This is Taweret, goddess of women and children!” 

That’s an interesting breakdown for all that Taweret does. Especially with all that Steven knows she does. And she is kind and gentle with them. She gives them chances, tries to welcome them, even fights for them. She even reaches out to Layla on their behalf. 

One has to wonder if she learned their story and, though she did not understand it, she felt for them. A child that needed help and protection and did not receive it. 

Is it possible that out of all the gods, one that was most fitting for them was sent to be their guide on the boat? 

Is it possible that Steven, the protector, was the one that somehow chose the one to greet and ultimately judge them? 

If Ammit was a representation of their mother, then is it not fitting that Taweret, the one of purity and rebirth and protection, would be the one to meet them? 

Now as others have pointed out, this is not where they are supposed to be. There is no representation of ‘heaven’ meant for them and the notion of Steven being left behind healing Marc is a pretty bad one. 

With Jeremy Slater writing, it was a rough go of what happened. However, I choose to see where Diab, who is NOT Christian (as far as I am aware please correct me if I am mistaken) took us visually. He isn’t Jewish either, but he is Egyptian and telling an Egyptian story. 

At this point, they are dead and they are trapped in an afterlife that isn’t theirs and doesn’t make sense to them culturally. Marc my sweet idiot man takes ‘Field of reeds’ literally. 

Much like Vallhalla’s field of wheat, it is a large quiet peaceful afterlife filled with joy, celebration, and life. Even on the ancestral plane with Black Panther, it is a beautiful place but there is MORE there. So much more. 

Marc just finds himself in an empty field. Just a big ‘ol field full of nothing. Because he does not understand where he is! 

“Okay, I’m supposed to go somewhere peaceful in a field.” And it’s beautiful, and it is peaceful, but it’s very literal. 

And Taweret is just like, alright. I saw your life and it was full of rage and violence and hate and pain. This must be what you want I guess? Isn’t it nice? It’s pretty quiet and alone here. You must have wanted to be alone because of the whole D.I.D thing I guess? 

She doesn’t really understand what’s going on either. This isn’t really it, but this is the first time she’s really come across this situation. 

Taweret: Your heart is full. Your journey is over.

Marc: It's so... quiet.

Taweret: The peace you've always wanted but never had. You're manifesting it. No danger. No loneliness or hurt.

Marc: What about Steven?

Taweret: He's gone, Marc. The Duat has him. Please enjoy your peace.

Marc: We need to go back for him.

Taweret: It doesn't work like that. Leave here, and you can't return. Anyway, you don't need him anymore, Marc.

Marc: So I get to go on to eternal peace, and he just... stays lost in the sand forever? No, I'm not good with that.

It isn’t full. We can see it. He’s clutching it and it looks empty. And Marc knows this is not it. There is no Hell in his belief. He just sees Steven as being trapped somewhere he isn’t supposed to be. It’s Marc’s nature to help people. And Steven helped him. Steven protected him. 

So yeah, it’s been covered before. He leaves. There are whole metas out there (Love you @fdelopera ) about this part and I recommend you go look up the Jewish perspective because it’s beautiful. 

But I want to focus again on Taweret. 

Marc goes back, the heart glows pure and true and full with Steven there to help fill it, and Osiris opens the gate back. 

But she isn’t done. 

One of the rituals of funerary rites is to replace the heart with a golden scarab with a spell written across it that helps to guide the soul while they are being judged. It helps keep them true and pure. Keeps them a good person. 

Taweret sends a Scarab to save them and fight along them. A protector of women and children to shield them. 

So why was Taweret on the boat? Do you think Steven had anything to do with it? Do you think Marc subconsciously knew what he needed as a child? Someone to save them? Do you think she just so happened to have gotten the job as a toss up and then saw two small boys in need of help? 

She could have just judged them right then and there and tossed them off. She didn’t have to give them time. 

Do you think she knew the whole time that Marc needed to make that choice to go back? That he would always have made that choice? That it was Steven that needed to know that Marc would come back for him? That Steven needed to find his own purpose as the protector?