#father shaped

[piotr-zielinski]

Have some Mario Rui in your life!

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[earl-of-221b]

I can’t explain what blue eye samurai makes me feel…….its a typical revenge story, a man sets out on his hero’s journey to kill the four men who have wronged him. A lone ronin, wide brimmed hat and sword in hand, roaming Edo Japan on his vendetta. But he’s not a man. He’s a woman. And how has he been wronged? What’s she getting revenge on?

On the fact that she exists. She wants revenge on the four white men that could possibly have conceived her. Who got her Japanese mother pregnant with a blue-eyed child. And not just any blue-eyed child, but a girl child. How is she possibly supposed to live in the world like that? For the wrong of being conceived, for the wrong of being born, for the wrong of being birthed into a world that will never love or accept her, she will kill her father.

I don’t know what level of convoluted self hate that is. Is she a child of rape? Or a child of a whore? Halfway through I realise what she told herself at the start couldn’t possibly be true - it’s not really for her mother. Her mother wasn’t the root of her vendetta, she wasn’t really doing it for her. When she leaves that farm and leaves the chance to live a simple, legitimate life as a woman, she goes right back to hunting down the men. Those men personally wronged her.

And then there’s so much to be discussed surrounding the way she grew up, because as a boy child and a man she can afford so much more than life has dealt her. Her swordfather who took her in out of the love and care in his heart had no shame in teaching a mixed man his art. The face of a ‘demon’ is fine. But not the identity of a woman. Shh. Don’t say it. Don’t confess. He knows and doesn’t want to hear it.

And because she’s lived that way her entire life for safety and security, she’s so completely alienated from being a woman, perhaps she really is he. But not really by choice. Or is it? The thing she does best is the art of killing, the art of men. Gender is a prison and gender is a performance and she has to choose which to perform. The times cannot reconcile hatred and violence with a woman. So she lives as a man.

So she can get revenge on her father, for revenge on herself.

[speench]

nsbu fans listen to me, listen, most of the cast hasn't had an Ify moment yet where they talk directly to their ?? alter egos?? and before we see dynamics unfold with other characters I need everyone to consider: Liv and Kingskin as unwilling father and his newfound ride or die child trope that is all

[persona-brainrot-real]

Sae Niijima is such a good character it drives me insane a little. She's not a mother nor a maternal or doting older sister but instead a twenty four year old who was thrown into a position of responsibility that she never asked for. She loves Makoto just as much as she resents her and its so apparent every time they talk up until November. "Are you studying?" (I want you to do well) (I need you to get a job and stop making my life harder) "I'll use any method necessary to get this promotion" (Life will be easier for us) (So stop distracting me with your problems) "Focus on your future" (I know that you're capable) (I can't afford to waste my time on you, so stop wasting time on others)

Makoto is not only the sole reason she pushes as hard as she does for a promotion, for success, and the reason that she loses herself in her animosity over her fathers death, but also someone she can't stand for so long. Makoto was 14-15 when their father died. Sae was 21. As soon as she got the career she wanted and things started to look up, her stability was robbed from her and she was disillusioned with the system that her father had taught her to rely on and completely adhere to. How do you manage, the daughter of a cop, following his footsteps towards law enforcement, when you're suddenly reminded of how unfair it is? You can't quit, your little sister relies on you and she's so young and struggling just as badly with this grief. So you pick yourself up and you get moving again. You push harder, press further. You abandon your morals and your ethics because punishing criminals (guilty or not) is almost like punishing the man who killed your father.

And the whole time she's fighting for promotions, going for drinks with the SIU Director to make herself more favourable for promotions, trying to navigate being a woman in a competitive, suffocating, male-dominated field, falling behind despite doing so much where others are promoted for doing so little - all the while your little sister comes back from school and her biggest issues are so small compared to yours.

Persona 5 revolves so heavily around grief and loss and change and Sae embodies all of that so well, all of the sharp and unpleasant and jagged parts of grief.

[shrimpalbuspotter]

Harry trying to prove Draco is a death eater but Ron and Hermione not taking it serious is the same as Snape trying to prove something was going on with Remus since hes ill once a month and disappears at night but Lily not believing it and I think that's so fucking funny. Why are they so similar in so many ways it's genuinely kinda crazy

[amaranthdahlia]

shout out to mothers whos children grow to be twice their size lol

[littlefankingdom]

Some folks: Actually, Bruce was more like an older brother to Dick when they started.

Bruce, written by Bob Kane in the 40s, aka the early Robin days: Dick is my ward, he is like a son to me. I love him, I play with him like a father would with his son and I parent him like a father would (in the 1940s). If he cries or if he is scared, I open my arms to held him close. If someone blood related to him shows up to take him, I will fight them. Finders keepers, he's my boy now.

[aestheticsicrushon]

💙

[t00thpasteface]

yay!! he loves it!!

[missescalientee]

Finally revealing one of my other blorbos, Niccolo Sonata! A mixed genre troll who poses as a Pop Idol up until world tour

He's a complicated bag, he's half rock half classical, his mother kind of low-key hates him, and his dad does care but is kind of paralyzed with various anxieties that comes with the fact that Niccolo is half classical (worried about his constitution and his wings) and things related to his mother (she doesn't want Niccolo to become like his dad and puts a lot of restrictions on him)

Both of his parents don't really know what to do with him, and he doesn't know what to do with himself.

He has a lot of internalized hatred towards himself and the two sides of his musical families, plus he is a secret third genre (symphonic rock) which he doesn't fully understand. He got picked on a bit in Volcano Rock City, they're a lot rougher than he's used to so he just kind of took it, which is why he looks so roughed up in one pic and the other he says they hate him in VRC

Again he's really complicated even tho he doesn't look it, if you have questions about him lmk

[oneanothername]

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

Hey that piece on top of the mantle in Meta Knights room looks familiar I wonder where I have seen it before…

Ah.

[crowfatherd]

phil designs :D

i started this literally a Day before phil said most of them are the same guy and i already had all the little face designs done this is HELL

BUT i had a lot of fun i like this guy a normal amount :)

[greenieart]

He’s my little guyyyy

[vaguely-concerned]

there are a lot of daddy issues to go around on DS9 in general, but odo, bashir and garak are really in their own special little fucked up 'what am I but wrought in my father's image' club

[on-a-lucky-tide]

just woke up and my dumbass read your tags as "Brothers Karamazov" and went "heh. Nice book" haha BUT. Makarov? I'm interested 👁️👁️

Nik had bypassed the security and snuck in through one of the bedroom windows. There was no one waiting for him in a van outside. No Watcher, no Bravo Six. This was something he had to do alone. Something he should have done many, many years ago.

It had been too simple, which meant Makarov knew he was coming. Wanted him to come. But Nik had no choice. John had lost a man; his heir, his protegé. He would stop at nothing now, risking even his own life in pursuit of revenge.

Makarov didn't look up as Nik opened the door to the study. He didn't even flinch, the white of his arm sling stark against his black military fatigues. He must have broken it in his escape.

"You are getting sloppy in your old age," Makarov murmured. Nik clocked the sidearm on the table near his hand, and the AK propped up against the nearby wall.

"I know your traps."

"And yet you walk into it willingly. That can only mean you are here on behalf of your favourite whore."

Nik swallowed down the flare of rage that burned behind his eyes, fingers twitching at his sides. "Your obsession with him ends tonight."

"Obsession? Hardly. But it was always... entertaining, seeing how far a man like Price could be pushed before he broke." Makarov ran gloved fingers over the paperwork on the desk before him; maps, stolen intel. Impossible to tell. "And yet, he never did. You have to admire that. It's why he’s still alive... for now."

"You still see him as the biggest thorn in your side. Why? What makes him so special to you? You have killed so many... What is one more?"

Makarov looked to the side sharply, bringing Nik into his periphery for the first time. "It’s not about killing him. It’s about breaking him. Price is a symbol—of everything I despise. The British... the Americans... they think they can control the world with their petty morals and weak ideals." Makarov chuckled; a low, humourless sound in the back of his throat. "Price represents that. He stands against everything I want to achieve. And I won’t rest until I’ve shattered him, piece by piece."

Nik clenched his teeth, fingers flexing against his palms. "You are delusional. Price is no different than you or me. He does what he thinks is right. But in the end, he is just another soldier."

"No. Price has always been more than that. He’s a man who refuses to accept his fate. He clings to his honour like a fool, and that is what makes him dangerous." Makarov turned, leaning against the desk, his broken arm adjusting against his chest. "And that is why I will break him. Because when he falls, everyone will know the truth. That no one is beyond my reach."

Nik stared at the face he had not seen in person for so many years. Always passing each other at a distance, never crossing. It was like looking through a portal into a mirror universe; Makarov was what he could have been. "Price might be a symbol, but so are you. You just do not see it yet."

Makarov's face warped into a snarl. "I am no symbol. I am the storm that will sweep everything away. And when the dust settles, only my vision will remain. Price... and his ideals, will be nothing but ashes."

"We will see about that."

Makarov tilted his head back and sighed at the ceiling. He moved slowly, lifting the sheathed machete from the table and throwing it to the floor between them. Nik knew what he wanted. How he intended this to end, and the painful memories made his chest ache.

Makarov's nose twisted into a sneer when he saw the pain flash over Nik's face. Even after all this time, Makarov could still read him. He knew how much healing Nik had done in the decades since they had fought in the snow, two shirtless boys, one all skinny, pale limbs and the other grown enough into his manhood to always gain the upper hand. To always be the one to inflict just enough harm to stave off worse.

As they threw punches, executed throws and latched each other in chokeholds, numb fingers scrambling through the ice for the blade, their father had watched with watery eyes, rinsing away his grief with vodka.

Makarov, whose heart had hardened, not healed, showed his teeth in a sharp parody of a smile. "Just like old times, big brother."