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kingkaisen · 2 months ago

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hello. just recently started reading your dad!gojo fics and i am obsessed with them. i saw you mention taking requests for it, so i thought i would send something in. feel free to change any details.

i would like to request a scenario about megumi finally feeling maternal love. i noticed he's always afraid y/n and gojo will change their minds about adopting him and he always compares himself to yuji.

could i request some bonding time between megumi and the reader? maybe he opens up about his worries and feelings. i was thinking the reader could defend him when someone being rude to him as well, but any direction you go in, i will love. i just really am asking for bonding time between mother and son.

MY SON || SATORU G.

♡ — SUMMARY: After you & Satoru adopt Yuji and Megumi, Megumi can’t help but fear that you both will abandon him.

♡ — CONTENT: general angst with comfort, satoru being a great family man, mentions of depression, not eating, very brief mention of wanting to die, & happy ending. you & satoru have a biological child as well.

♡ — WORD COUNT: 4K

♡ — AUTHOR’S NOTE: This fic is part of my Dad!Gojo series, but reading the other parts isn’t necessary.

Megumi’s eyes snapped open. Beads of sweat coated his forehead and neck as he was greeted by the darkness of his bedroom.

Another nightmare.

His fourth one this week.

They weren’t about curses or haunting memories of his past battles, not at all. But, what he did dream about was equally as terrifying; his belongings tossed out on the streets in garbage bags.

“We don’t need two adopted teenagers,” you’d say, glaring at him with utter resentment.

“We have Yuji. He’s the perfect son,” Satoru would add on.

Just like that, he’d return to his old, familiar title of an orphan. Just like that, he’d have to wonder what it felt like to be loved by a mother and father instead of experiencing it himself. Just like that.

He tried to shove the memory of those dreams away because that was all they happened to be. Dreams. A manifestation of his horrid fears. They weren’t real, right? Not some twisted form of foresight?

Megumi rolled over onto his side. The digital clock on his nightstand flickered to 3:47 A.M.

His left pajama pant leg was rolled up to his knee, and the neck of his blue t-shirt was damp with sweat — all signs of a rough slumber, though he had hardly slept at all.

He pulled the messy sheets and comforter over his body, but there was no chance of him falling back asleep. He never did after his nightmares, and it was evident based on the dark circles forming underneath his blue eyes. He’d just lie awake, and let his mind wander . . .

It wasn’t a dream.

It would soon become his reality.

He knew it.

He wasn’t your biological kid like his little sister, Maya. He wasn’t even half as energetic or enthusiastic as Yuji. That boy constantly showered you both with appreciation. Beyond that, Yuji's sudden appearance in your life was the main reason you and Gojo considered adopting Megumi in the first place, despite you both having known Megumi for years prior.

Why did you never consider adopting him before you met Yuji? Why?

It could only mean that his suspicions were correct. You and Gojo didn’t want him. You wanted Yuji and didn’t want to hurt Megumi’s feelings. So, you ended up adopting two teenagers instead of one.

And it was only a matter of time before you and Gojo would get fed up with him.

He should leave first instead of waiting for the day in which you both decide you’re better off without some moody sorcerer bringing the rest of the family down during board game nights and movie marathons.

He’d do it.

He’d pack his bags and leave.

No one would notice.

No one would care.

He was unwanted.

He wasn’t your son.

He was stowaway.

—

It was edging closer to 9:00 A.M., and there was an empty spot at the breakfast nook in the gourmet kitchen.

The table was packed to the brim with servings of toast, meat, eggs, and rice. Satoru took a bite of his egg, watching Maya spread jam on her piece of toasted bread as best as she could, all while Yuji gobbled down his food as if someone was going to snatch it from him.

“Slow down,” you approached, coffee in hand, ruffling your boy’s messy hair.

“Huh?” Yuji paused with a mouth full of food. He swallowed, then said, “Oh, sorry. Everything’s just really great!”

You took a sip of your coffee, frowning upon seeing that Megumi wasn’t at the breakfast nook.

“Did Megumi oversleep?” You locked eyes with Satoru.

“I’m pretty sure he’s awake,” Satoru said, grabbing a napkin before gently wiping strawberry jam off of his adorable daughter’s face. Speaking to the young girl, he mumbled, “careful now, Muffin.”

You took a tentative sip of your warm beverage. “I’m gonna go check on him.”

—

Three gentle knocks sounded from Megumi’s bedroom door.

“Megumi?” You called from the other side. “Breakfast is ready.”

There was a beat of silence, then, he weakly replied, “Not hungry.”

“Can I come in?”

Megumi sighed, but even so, he said yes, and you entered your son’s room to see him still in bed, curled up underneath his covers, the majority of his body hidden underneath the thick fabric.

“You barely touched your dinner last night,” you said, leaning against the frame of his door. “You’ve barely come out of your room at all. Are you feeling sick?”

“I’m fine.”

It was a lie.

You read enough books about raising teenagers to spot false tales. Even so, you didn’t press him, even when an enormous lump of worry started to form in your throat.

“Alright. Food’s here when you want it.” You grabbed his door handle, closing it slowly, awaiting his response, but one never came.

—

Two hours had passed. This time, when someone knocked on Megumi’s door, it was in the form of a rather silly tune, and that person did not wait for permission to enter. Megumi knew exactly who it was without emerging from underneath his comforter.

“Fushigubro!” Yuji peeled the layers of covers back and shook the boy’s shoulder. “Wanna see if Nobara’s free later? Maybe we can all catch a movie or something.”

Megumi didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed the covers Yuji removed, and rehid himself as if the covers served as some sort of protective shield.

“You seem kinda tired,” Yuji tilted his head a bit. “Did you stay up late?”

“Go away, Yuji.”

“Why? You’ve been ducking me all week!” Much like the conversation between you and Megumi earlier, Yuji, too, waited for a response that never came.

With a heavy sigh, he started to leave his brother’s room. “Alright, your loss. Some pretty great stuff is coming out this weekend.” It was one, last, desperate attempt. An attempt that failed. With another sigh, Yuji mumbled, “See you later.”

—

The pitter-patter of small feet could be heard approaching Megumi’s door around noon. For Maya, Megumi at least built up both the patience and energy to turn over onto his side, facing the door as the little girl opened it and ran into his bedroom.

“Meg-mi! Come on, let’s play! Let’s play!”

He gathered all the energy he could muster to say, as kindly as he could, “Not right now.”

“But we always play,” Maya frowned.

“Maybe later.”

“Pleaseee?” She tapped her feet.

“Go away.”

Those words hurt her. Maya was almost five years old, and though she was one of the kindest kids one would ever meet, she was still incredibly sensitive. It was no surprise to see the young girl’s eyes widen with sadness and her bottom lip start to quiver. Megumi, who was the coolest person in the world to her, had never spoken to her in such a way. It hurt.

Her little sniffles grew louder as she left his bedroom.

—

By the time Maya made her way from Megumi’s room to the living room, she was practically drowning in her own tears. Through blurred vision, she sought out the hazy figure sitting on the couch, her arms outstretched.

“What’s wrong, Muffin? C’mere.” Satoru scooped her up, sitting her on his lap. “What happened?”

Hearing the commotion, you stepped into the living room, your eyebrows knitted together in great concern.

“Meg-mi didn’t wanna play,” she sniffled. “He-he said to go away!”

“I’ll play with you, sweetheart. We can play whatever you want until lunch is ready, hm?” Satoru wiped her tears away with the end of his sleeve. “Don’t cry. You’re breaking my heart.”

“Okay,” she spoke with a little mumble. “Does Meg-mi hate me? ‘Cause he’s my brother . . . and brothers aren’t s‘posed to hate you.”

“No, no, he doesn’t hate you. I think he might just be a little sick right now,” Satoru paused. “Sometimes people want a little peace and quiet when they’re not feeling well.”

“And soup.”

“That’s right, and soup,” Satoru gave her a soft smile.

“How about I make you something special for lunch, Maya?” You suddenly caught the young girl’s attention, faking a bright smile with the hopes of cheering her up. “What do you want to eat?”

“I . . . umm . . . uh . . . sandwiches!”

“Sandwiches it is. Mommy’s gonna make you the biggest sandwich ever,” you promised.

“Let’s go play,” Satoru said to Maya.

She hopped off of his lap, running as fast as her tiny feet would carry her to the backdoor, where she and her dad would spend the next hour playing together in the enchanting backyard.

—

Beautiful sandwiches were stuffed to the brim with meat, veggies, and sauces — every sandwich customized to each specific family member’s liking. They were cut in half, resting on plates with apple slices served on the side.

Satoru and Maya would be inside soon to gobble their sandwiches down. Yuji wasn’t home, and would perhaps grab lunch with his friend, so you stored his sandwich away in a Tupperware container, popping it in the fridge for later.

You held on to Megumi’s plate. He had skipped breakfast. He hadn’t left his room all day.

Approaching his bedroom, his lunch in hand, you noted that his door was open. This little fact would have made you smile under ordinary circumstances, but today, it snapped your heart into pieces.

You knew well that Maya never remembered to shut doors. Therefore, it was easy to gather that she left it open earlier when she asked Megumi to play, and if it was still open, then that meant your son couldn’t even find the strength or desire to close it himself.

You stepped into his room as quietly as you could. You eyed the lump underneath the covers, hoping Megumi would emerge, but at best, you were only able to see the very top of his head. Even his black hair wasn’t as spiky today.

The plate clanked against Megumi’s nightstand as you sat it down. He didn’t move. He didn’t say a word. If it wasn’t for the rise and fall of the covers, in sync with his slow breathing, you would have assumed he was dead.

It was motherly instinct that made your hand reach out, wanting to touch his shoulder or pull him in for a hug or even just pat his arm — anything. But you didn’t. You didn’t touch him at all. You only turned around and left, hoping that when you returned, it would be to collect an empty plate that needed to be washed.

—

The afternoon sun had warmed the big family home, casting gentle orange sun rays through the windows with drawn curtains, natural light filtering in.

A half-cold mug of tea sat on the coffee table in your den, right beside a closed novel you grabbed off of the bookshelf to read, but you had no desire to do so right now. Not when you could only think about your son.

It was time to check on him again.

His room, unlike the rest of the house, was dark. Chilly. His blackout curtains left the sunlight no chance of entering his space.

Megumi himself was in a slightly different position than he was when you stepped into his room earlier to give him his sandwich. He was still under the covers, still hidden, breathing slowly, but the shape of him indicated he was curled up into a ball.

The sandwich.

The plate was sitting on his nightstand. Not a piece of the sandwich had been nibbled on, not even a crumb. The untouched apple slices were starting to turn brown around the edges.

“Megumi . . .”

He shifted a bit but didn’t respond. Earlier in the day, he would have at least mumbled something, but now, he no longer bothered with doing that either. It was as if he was worsening by the hour.

You were on the verge of tears. What was wrong with him? What was going on with your boy?

—

Satoru joined you in the living room fifteen minutes later. During that time, you weren’t aware of your own endless pacing until your husband wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, halting your footsteps.

“Talk to me,” he whispered.

“I’m really worried about Megumi,” you wasted no time pouring out your grievances, resting the back of your head against your husband’s chest. “He won’t eat. I thought it was my cooking at first, but he won’t take a bite, Satoru. He won’t leave his bed, he’s barely sleeping . . . if he was sick, I think he’d tell us. And it’s not like him to hurt Maya’s feelings.”

“I think he’s depressed. It’s rare when a sorcerer isn’t depressed.”

“None of his latest missions have been too . . . traumatizing,” You turned around in Gojo’s arms, looking up into his eyes. “Why would he suddenly start to act this way now?”

“Sometimes that’s just how it works. All we can do is continue to give these kids the world, and hope that it balances out the shitty job that comes with being a sorcerer,” Satoru planted a kiss on your forehead. “Want me to talk to him?”

You shook your head as a way of saying no. “I want to do it. But I have a gut feeling he’s depressed about something else. I just know it.”

The white-haired man cradled your head, guiding it towards his chest. His other arm was still wrapped around your waist, and for a moment, he simply held you.

—

“Megumi?”

You stood at Megumi’s bedside. He didn’t answer at first, but you called his name again; this time, in a more pressing manner.

“Megumi.”

“Hm?” He mumbled. It was so low, that your ears almost didn’t catch it.

“Is it too lame for a teenager to spend a Saturday evening with their mother?” You questioned.

With a slow, exhausted tone, Megumi said, “It’s not personal, Yuji just likes hanging out with Nobara-”

“No, I mean- sorry. You misunderstood me. I’m not asking you about Yuji. I’m asking you if you’d like to spend time with me. Just you and me.”

For a brief moment in time, Megumi didn’t respond, nor did the covers rise and fall with the movements of his body. The teenager was holding his breath.

Suddenly, he pulled the covers down. For the first time in what felt like ages, you could see his face. It both sparked internal fireworks of joy and snapped your heart into pieces. You were happy to finally see him, but the sight of his pale skin, eye bags, and absolute misery glistening within his eyes broke you.

For Megumi, hearing your offer to spend time alone with him was confusing.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because I want to have some quality time with you, silly. There’s a new cafe, just opened up down the street. I checked out their menu online and I really think you’d enjoy it,” you smiled at him. “Best black coffee in town, so I’ve heard.”

“Satoru must be busy,” Megumi mumbled, “If you’re asking me to go with you.”

“Satoru is napping with Maya and doing absolutely nothing with his life right now. I could go with him, but I want to go with you.”

It was no understatement to say that Megumi’s mind was often unkind to him. Right now, a thousand different thoughts were flooding in: Was this some sort of tactic to get him out of the house, leave him stranded somewhere, and tell him to never return? Or was it more so a Last Good Day sort of method, where you’d give him special treatment to lessen the incoming blow: hey kid, we don’t want you around anymore.

What if this was something else entirely?

What if this determined whether you’d love him as a son?

If he said no, if he continued to sulk in bed, would that make you despise him? Send him back to the unwelcoming school grounds run by, as Satoru called them, “conservative fools?” Reduce him to nothing more than an orphan once again?

But, maybe, just maybe, if he said yes . . . if he said yes, he could prevent that from happening. Maybe.

—

“Isn’t this nice?”

The quaint cafe was so new, Megumi could still smell the fresh paint, though it was faint. Beige and brown tones were broken up with green plants placed nearest the entrance, and the late afternoon sun only made the atmosphere that much more cozy.

Megumi stared down at the hot black coffee in his mug. “Did you really want to spend time with me, or did you just make that up?”

Your eyes snapped away from the menu in your hand. “Of course I want to spend time with you. Why are you having such a hard time believing that?” You wanted to reach out and touch his hand, but noting how he wasn’t the biggest fan of physical affection, you sought against it. “Megumi, what’s going on? Please talk to me. I’m trying to hide how worried I am, but I-”

“Well, well, well, you look like shit,” an unfamiliar voice started to speak — or, rather, unfamiliar to you, as Megumi’s face twisted into one of discomfort as a teenage boy approached your table. “Surprised to see you out of the infirmary for once, Megumi. You sure that coffee isn’t too hot for you? I bet you-”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” You put your menu down on the table, folding your hands. You gave the sorcerer student a threatening smile. “Please don’t speak that way to my son.”

“Son?” The black-haired bully started to chuckle. “Are you-”

“Yes. Son. Now walk away.”

“Who do you-”

“Walk away.”

There was no cursed energy involved, no cursed speech, yelling, or anything of the sort, and therefore, the stranger couldn’t determine what about your presence made him turn on his heel and head in the other direction. Perhaps, it was just plain old fear.

“I oughta put him in the infirmary,” you frowned, turning your eyes away from the retreating bully and back towards Megumi. “Who was that?”

“Just some jerk. Don’t worry about it,” he said.

Though he was an expert when it came to neutral and emotionless facial expressions, you tried to read him, and noted that, shockingly, a small, amused smile tried to tug on Megumi’s lips.

“What?” A confused grin appeared on your face.

“Nothing,” he took a sip of his coffee. “Um, thank you, by the way.”

“Of course.” Your smile fell into a more serious expression. “But back to what we were talking about. Why do you think I wouldn’t want to spend time with you?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “I’m just not as fun to be around as everyone else. Yuji, for example.”

The look on your face changed into one that was all too familiar. It was the look you gave him whenever he came back from a mission covered in bruises — the look of love and worry.

“Megumi, I need you to understand that Satoru and I adore everything about you. You are a joy to be around. You have this . . . this comforting and kind presence. We love your quietness just as much as we love Yuji’s hyperness. It just worries us when you shut us out completely. You won’t leave your bed, you won’t touch your food-”

“I know, I know,” Megumi took another sip of his coffee, avoiding your gaze.

“Please tell me why. I want to help.”

Megumi’s leg started to shake. He scratched at the skin surrounding his thumbnail.

“I just think you and Satoru will wake up someday. . .” he paused, taking a small breath. Right now, he wished he could die. “Wake up and realize you don’t want me around.”

Half of you expected some sort of punchline or fit of laughter to indicate that this was some kind of joke, but it never came. Your son only stared holes into the table.

“What? Why would you think something as ridiculous as that?” Your frown deepened. “Do you feel as if we don’t treat you well, or?”

“It’s nothing like that. I think you treat me better than I deserve,” Megumi scratched the back of his neck, though it wasn’t itchy. “But, I met Satoru when I was six. I met you the second you two started dating just one year later. I’ve been in your lives for years now, but you didn’t bother adopting me until you met Yuji last year. Don’t get me wrong, you and Satoru were teenagers when we met and he was nothing more than my teacher until recently, but I can’t help but think that I’m only here now because you would’ve felt too guilty had you adopted Yuji, and not me.”

The instrumental tunes playing softly within the cafe filled the silence as you took a moment to process Megumi’s words.

It was only for a couple of seconds, but to Megumi, it was enough time for him to start mentally preparing for the realization that, perhaps, he would be sleeping elsewhere tonight.

“Megumi, even when Satoru and I were just a few years older than you are now, we still tried our best to care for you as often as we could. I know it was nothing more than a warm meal every now and then or a new shirt for your birthday, but we still loved you.” Megumi looked up at you at long last, and you continued, “We should’ve adopted you sooner. You were always so independent and mature, so I guess we didn’t realize how much it would’ve meant to you. I’m sorry. But please don’t ever think we only adopted you because we wanted to adopt Yuji. Once we opened our minds to the idea of adoption in general, we adopted you because making you our son officially was a no-brainer. In our eyes, you were already our kid. Our very first kid. We love you.”

In our eyes, you were already our kid. Our very first kid. We love you.

Our very first kid.

We love you.

Those words were on a constant loop within Megumi’s mind like a broken record. The corners of his lips twitched, along with his eyebrows, and though his eyes were watery, it wasn’t from misery.

“I’m not used to anything like this . . . to people sticking around,” he couldn’t help but let one single tear fall.

“I know, hun. But you better get used it, because we’re not going anywhere. You’re not going anywhere.” Reaching out, you touched Megumi’s hand, stroking your thumb across his knuckles. He tensed, but he didn’t pull away. “C’mon, let’s order. And don’t you dare try to order the cheapest thing. Order something you actually want.”

The teenager nodded, discreetly wiping away another tear, and together, you both got up and headed for the counter.

—

Dining on cafe food was an enjoyable experience. Megumi didn’t finish his plate, but he ate around half of it — it was better than nothing.

After returning home, you rested your head in Satoru’s lap as you recounted the details of the late afternoon. You both stayed that way, doing nothing but softly and lovingly chatting with one another — and exchanging a few kisses — until evening fell. Yuji came home with 3D glasses on his head, a cup of soda in hand, and the scent of buttery popcorn all over his clothes. By then, Satoru was tucking his little girl into bed while Yuji rambled on to you about the movie he saw, all before taking a shower and preparing for bed himself.

A few hours later, every member of the Gojo household was fast asleep — except for you. Your back was pressed against the headboard of your enormous king-sized bed — bigger than a traditional king-sized, truth be told — and Satoru’s arm was draped across your lap as he slept on his stomach. You flipped another page of your novel.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in your doorway, visible thanks to the warm light of your touch-controlled lamp.

“Can’t sleep?” You asked.

Megumi shook his head, “another nightmare.”

Of course, your comforting words weren’t enough to undo the depression itself. However, the fact that Megumi was coming to you instead of lying awake, alone with his horrid thoughts, was progress. Great progress.

“Why don’t you try sleeping in here?” You offered a smile. “Would you be comfortable with that?”

Megumi nodded. He left briefly to grab his pillow and a blanket from his room, but when he returned and tossed it down on the floor, you frowned.

“No, no, no,” you objected. “I’d kick Satoru out of this bed before I let you sleep on the floor. There's plenty of room at the foot of the bed.”

Though he was hesitant at first, Megumi eventually crawled over your silk comforter with his blanket and pillow. It was true. The bed was big enough for him to lay across the bottom of it horizontally and not touch Satoru, who was well over six feet tall.

Soon enough, Megumi started to sleep.

But said sleep wasn’t peaceful.

Looking up from the pages of your book, you noticed Megumi was tossing and turning. His blanket was no longer draped over his body but knocked onto the floor.

That was enough for you to shove your bookmark into your novel. It thumped lightly when you closed it before placing it on your nightstand. You moved Satoru’s heavy arm off of your lap — he groaned, but he didn’t fully awaken.

Quietly, slowly, you approached your restless son. God, how the sight of him suffering made your heart ache. Grabbing the fuzzy blanket off of the floor, you tossed it back over him. Then, as gently as you could, you raised the boy’s head, sat down, and guided his head to your lap.

Your soft fingers alternated between stroking his forehead and his hair. Your motherly touch was soothing. Unfamiliar. Healing.

“Everything’s alright, Megumi,” you whispered. “We love you.”

Megumi’s thrashing started to calm down. In his sleep, he released a deep breath, and the muscles of his face started to relax with every gentle brush of your fingers.

For the first time in quite a while, your son slept peacefully for the rest of the night.

— Next Part.

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sphacelating · 30 days ago

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Just putting this out here, but it feels kinda odd seeing people get angry that andrew is a doormat. Lying facade and hidden violent streak aside, andrew had been told time and time again that everything—his homework, his happiness, his life—needs to be set aside for ashley. That one convo between andrew and his mom at the start of ep.3 showcases a big part of why that is, like “oh yeah, i forgot, she’s allowed to do anything” after she ripped up his books and his mom said why did he leave them out, and “leyley is andys problem and no one else”. Renee never disciplined ashley and andrew couldn’t without being yelled at by both girls, so of course he stopped trying to be in control; it wasn’t like he ever had a chance at it in the first place. When he says he will be a good brother, he’s totally defeated, and that’s likely when it occurred to him it’s easier to let ashley do what she wants lest he get in trouble for it. it’s no surprise he’s a doormat, if he was told his entire life to cater to ashley’s every whim at the expense of his own, at least up until he presumably moved in with julia

it does seem “kinda odd” to me as well, by which i really mean that it seriously irks me when people call him that as if being a “doormat” isn’t a trauma response. anyone who’s lived with a volatile, suffocating and controlling person who responds to ��no” with constant conflict, punishment and abuse, treats your boundaries like they don’t exist, your feelings and needs like they don’t exist, your time, your energy, your entire life like it’s theirs, knows that you can’t “just stand up for yourself” or some stupid shit like that and they’ll somehow back off and stop. you placate them and keep them content so that you can make it through the day in one piece, and you bitterly swallow the urge to tell them off every time you’re tired, frustrated and angry, because trying to assert your needs and boundaries certainly turns a decent day into yet another disastrously bad one in five minutes.

renee is his parent, andrew is obligated to do what he’s told when it’s coming from her, and his attempts at making her see reason is viewed by her as andrew being a difficult little shit. he makes numerous attempts to refuse ashley anything, and circumstances where his will peacefully supersedes hers don’t exist. she responds to any boundary he sets as she always does— by trampling all over it, stomping on it and spitting on it and making andrew’s day hell. like you said, he’s defeated, precisely because he has tried countless times throughout his life to make ashley stop, make renee cut him some slack, to make anybody respect him and they merely double down on their punishment when he does, direct or indirect.

all the anger and frustration and hurt he feels at the injustice he’s constantly forced to endure comes out of him when he’s alone, such as when he tears up the garden at their grandparents’ after ashley has tripled the abuse he has to take that day, because he cannot express it any other way.

andrew has tried resisting, refusing, “standing up for himself” and setting his foot down, and paid the price for it when he does enough times to know that it’s useless. it amounts to nothing. he needs to conserve his energy, because every day in the graves’ household he has to navigate the environment like he’s tasked with defusing a bomb. if he wasn’t a so-called “doormat” to spare himself from conflict and punishment, he would never have even made it to adulthood at all, because there is only so much a ten year old kid or exhausted, traumatized teenage boy can take.

you’re not a weak, submissive doormat for the learned behaviors you’ve been forced to adopt in order to survive abuse, nor when those behaviors are so deeply ingrained in you from the trauma afterwards that you compulsively continue even when no one yells at you or beats your ass anymore if you don’t.

#the coffin of andy and leyley #andrew graves #ashley graves #gravecest #filed under; q&a

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officeobject · 3 months ago

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Having a squish on a 30 year old while being aroace and significantly younger, starter pack:

Trying to convince yourself and the reader that this is totally a thing and all, and not just basically an oddly specific platonically-hormoned you-vent

On one hand not wanting to be rude, on the other hand is your holy book as you pray they're not getting kids and/or lovers (if you don't know if they have any or if they outright have none

Daring people to invalidate you - like, YES, he is significantly older than me, AND?!

Wondering if it's worse when it's someone "of the opposite sex"

"He's like one trillion, four billion, 10 million, 3 minions, and one hundred and one years older than you!"

If you talk together, there's a 99% chance that they'll be like "and you don't have a crush on me, right?", casually

"I might be a curious - what's your credit card, actually?"

You unironically want their money, nepotism, or something like that, for some reason - like you genuinely care, but also, give job please

You LOVE offices (you know nothing about offices)

"Yeah, I've watched all seasons of friends ;)"

"I know how rotary phones work ;)" (You think you have now achieved The Relatable)

Hoping and trying not to seem like you have a crush

"Daaaaaaamn, those eyebags 😏" (you quite frankly don't know why the f you even like 30 year olds either)

Everything is normal with you and adults, so there is no particular reason that you like - okay, maybe your relationship with your peers as a whole is more shit than diarhea, BUT THAT'S FINE!

You're gonna end up making a shitty joke within the first 10 minutes of talking, man 😐

Staring at their body, not because of sexual attraction, but because pretty and cuddly, and - OH MY GOD THEY JUST COMPLAINED ABOUT THEIR BACK-PROBLEMS, I LOVE 30 YEAR OLDS!

30 year olds are messes and you know that and love that

"WHY WON'T THEY BE FRIENDS WITH MEEEEEEEEEEE?!" - you when literally being a 10 year old

In denial of them having any sexual feelings whatsoever or of being capable of it (kinda gets ruined when they have bio-kids or tell you not to go to their Fanfiction.net because there's smut stories)'

People thinking you have a crush on them

You wanna be close and just have them tower over you

If they ever write to you that they're off to work or something, you think you've become super close friends

Obedient rule-follower (and snitch in regards to anyone you don't like)

You got along with the teachers!

You probably need to get diagnosed

Trying to ask them if they're alone on Valentines Day too and stuff but you need months to write THAT script, man ...

Them having boundaries and all

You worrying often of the potential consequences if you became friends

"Mama, no offense, but how do I get adopted by him?" (you don't even want them as a parent - might be repulsed by that, you're just desparate)

Planning to move as close as possible to that person (you later realize how creepy but well-intentioned, that idea is)

Being aroace while they're most likely not makes you feel even MORE like a child (bonus points if they end up invalidating you)

Ending up phrasing things weirdly

You're probably seen as just some cute kid

"You're so mature for your age!" "Thanks! Also, what was the problem you were dealing with?" "You're too young to know" - type of moments

People saying to get friends your age and how impossible your goal is

Trying to figure out how to platonically "rizz" up an adult without them misinterpreting

Wanting to just watch them work

Your mom is concerned

If you're posic, you probably end up meeting/seeing mostly objects that are 30

I don't know if I should make a part 2 or something. Also, it's tagged with the Manifique Gerald tag because he's inspired by several squishes - real and fictional - he's quite the combination with quite the story, as well.

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floatingaimlessly333 · 8 months ago

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As a follow up to my last ask ,

Gary will make Simon’s lunches, fix him his tea, plate his dinner, even go as far as to butter his toast and like yeah at first the family is alittle concerned but then they realize that Gary reminds Simon so much of his mother and little brother and literally no one has cared for him in any capacity so Gary is making up for 13 years worth of missed time.

At first Kyle is a little jealous cause he used to do that stuff with Gary and now he kinda feels on the outs but after realizing the very beautiful reasoning behind it, Kyle will on occasion help Gary make Simon lunch or serve his dinner

Your honor—

YOUR HONOR!!!

Okay, not surprising, but I want to make this even more angsty 😈😈😈

Once Simon finally admits that Gary reminds him of the family he misses so much, the whole family accepts it and leaves Gary to his fussing. But only Nik and John know why Gary cares so much and so diligently.

Only they know about Sammy.

Gary was put into foster care when he was 5, seperating him from his 3 year old brother Sammy. Since the moment Sammy was born, Gary had it instilled in him that he had to always be there for baby brother. And even after they had separated, that instinct to protect never left him. He hopped from home to home, taking care of any of the younger kids he was placed with, but those situations never lasted very long.

Shortly after being adopted by the Prices, he told his new dads how wrong it felt to be the youngest child. He told them all about Sammy, and the Prices promised to look for the younger Sanderson boy. All they had to show after a few months of searching was an email from Sammy’s adopted family. It said he had no interest in meeting a brother he barely remembered.

Gary broke down after that. He had only just started to act like himself again when John met Simon. And when Simon became a full member of the family, the Prices saw Gary happier than he had been in a long time.

It was no surprise that Gary and Simon quickly became inseparable. They were both older brothers that finally found their place again in the Price family. With Simon getting the care he was sorely lacking, and with Gary providing the care he never had the chance to give.

This is not at all what I had planned to write, but oh well!!!

Also, Kyle would be very sad to see Gary pulling away and growing up. But he enjoys playing big brother to Si, and there are still moments where Gary needs him. And every time Gary needs homework help or relationship advice, Gaz is reminded that he didn’t lose his little brother, he just gained an extra one.

#simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #gary roach sanderson #call of duty modern warfare #cod teen au #teen!simon ghost riley

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pterodactylterrace · 1 year ago

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What is your opinion of Rhaenyra as a mother? I constantly see people say that she is the best mother in ASOIAF but in my view ...she is far from it. I think that most of her actions are motivated by selfish ends, they sell her as a progressive and selfless woman for wanting her bastard children as heirs and not judging them by their origin, but the truth is that she is ashamed of theirorigin from there the drastic measures when someone brings it up, the problem is that this truth damages her own claim. She does not care about any inheritance rights other than her own, nor the good of her house, she is usurping through her bastard children all the legitimate Targaryens including her own minor sons who in the book are completely legitimate. Also her half-siblings and her cousins Baela and Rhaena, but what she does is not usurp in TB's eyes... There are also things that I don't understand if she is such a good mother, it doesn't make sense for Joffrey to be alone near the dragons when he was 3 years old, she doesn't react to the death of her little son Viserys, based on the text it seems like she doesn't give a shit, she only sad for Jacaerys. I don't feel that she protected her son Aegon, but rather that her son protected her, even if he was 10. She was organising a feast after Joffrey's appointment as heir when she had already lost several children ...and especially in her last moments she showed that she only cared about her pride by not asking for mercy for the only son she had left (it is always highlighted, this fact,and I think it's a very ugly detail, it's like I only care about you because you're the only thing I have left, you're not part of the sweets boys group). I don't know, in short I see her as too selfish to be considered a good mother.

You are exactly right. Rhaenyra is a very selfish person, and she makes a lot of brainless decisions.

In my eyes, she became a bad mother when she decided to have Luke. She took a chance with Jace, thinking he may look like her and no one would notice they weren’t Laenor’s. Having Jace was a bad decision, but she for some reason felt she needed an heir, and it apparently didn’t matter if they were legitimate or not. When he came out looking like Harwin, she should have stopped, but she pushed her luck, because why stop with just one?

For the record, this was a predicament of her own design. She was given the opportunity to choose her husband. Something most noble women are not given. She ended her match making tour months early, then got caught canoodling with Daemon in a brothel. To save whatever reputation she may have left, she is married to Laenor. Viserys does not know of his sexual preference, and Corlys and Rhaenys never bother telling him. Hell, when Rhaenyra decided she needed an heir to strengthen her claim, she could have just told her father that Laenor is impotent. The King could dissolve the marriage and she could find someone else. Instead, she chose to jeopardize her claim by putting illegitimate children in line for the succession.

Jace asks her point blank if he is a bastard and she doesn’t tell him. Maybe it’s me, but I don’t lie to my kids about big things like that. I was lied to about my parentage, and I still don’t trust my parents when they tell me anything. I also remember asking if I was adopted because things didn’t add up genetically. I was told no. Rhaenyra just tells him he is a Targaryen. Not the question he asked. He knows who is mother is, he is asking about his father.

Her sons lost their biological father and couldn’t even mourn. Meanwhile Rhaenyra is mourning the loss of her lover and Laena (they were friends in the book) by having sex with her creepy uncle at Laena’s funeral. Then she marries her Uncle like nine business seconds after they faked Laenor’s death. By sparing Laenor in the show, the show runners accidentally made her youngest three bastards as well, but at least she got better at hiding it. Everyone thinks the marriage was legit, so no one bats an eye.

Jace brings a blade to ambush whoever “stole” Vhagar. He’s how old? Like eight or something? What parent gives their eight year old a knife? Probably the same one that lets her 3 year old around dragons unsupervised. Castle doors are heavy, and a three year old isn’t going to “sneak” out. He had to be let out to see his dragon, and no adults were with him.

Back to the show, Rhaenyra shoot’s herself in the foot by barking out a story everyone already knows is cap the second she steps in the room. “MY sons were attacked and forced to defend themselves!” Seriously? Bitch, that quiet pause wasn’t everyone being stunned at the turn of events. That’s everyone going “this bitch serious? We already know the gist of it, and that kid is missing an eye.”

Now, no mother is going to let anyone take her kid’s eye. I completely agree on that part, but Luke still had a debt to pay. That debt came with interest. Each year that passed without any justice, the debt grew until it went from an eye to his life and his dragon.

Luke never learned his lesson. We see him giggling at his uncle when a roast pig is placed in front of him. So from permanently disfiguring a child when he was six to mocking the same person he disabled years later. Clearly Rhaenyra’s parenting never improves.

Rhaenyra’s children lack discipline. Just like her, they have no rules to follow and no consequences when they do something wrong. We never see Rhaenyra do any sort of good parenting. She just tells her children the opinions of others doesn’t matter, when it very much does in this universe. People not liking you gets the dragon pit stormed. Regular people killed more dragons than any other dragon has under their belt (save The Cannibal). Just regular humans did that because they were sick of her shit.

Given how horribly they were raised, I’m honestly kind of surprised they live as long as they do.

#asks #anti rhaenyra targaryen #hotd critical

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ghostydrawsstuff · 5 months ago

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Official post for these two bumbling idiots!

Meet Sasha and Berry! The Marvel brainrot is staying guys...

It's time I tell you all a story, so sit down and enjoy.

Sasha had a small but loving family until a car crash took her parents from her. She had no other extented family to take her in and so she got into the system at just 7 years old.

She made some friends, but she kept mostly to herself, she grieved quietly but long, she closed gerself off and quickly turned to aggression whenever someone bothered her.

Thankfully though after 3 years she was adopted by a lesbian couple in their thirties. They had always wanted a child, even if originially they planned to wait a while longer until everything settled down some more, but they faced a lot of stigma and insults because they "wouldn't be able to ever have children". So they just decided to adopt a bit earlier. Nothing would go too wrong right?

Well... Sasha was a troublesome kid, even if she had been adopted by someone who was experienced with taking care of children it wouldn't have been easy.

They did knew about the accident and at first tried talking to her, but Sasha was still grieving and fighting with all of her own feelings, so she did what she had always done: Close herself off and be aggressive.

They realized they wouldn't be able to deal with the traumatic event on their own, so they did the logical thing, sending Sasha to therapy.

It had a rocky start, but it worked well. But therapy takes time and it's expensive, something that they couldn't quite afford yet, so after a bit over a year the therapy sessions stopped.

It was also the start of a very work heavy period for the two mothers, Sasha didn't quite understand though. For her she just got abandoned by them for being herself.

But it only got worse when after 5 years they adopted another kid. She was 16 at the time and while she had matured more she had also gotten more angry and became much more of a troublemaker. She couldn't understand why they adopted again and treated the boy so so much better than her.

The couple kind off avoided her when possible, Sasha knows that she's an embarassment for them, she's the black sheep and she hates it, but now she also has a younger and seemingly perfect brother. She doesn't want to be the mean older sister, but she's so jealouse of him. He gets everything she ever wanted, he is loved and she is an outcast.

Sasha tries to stay away from home whenever she can, she spends most of her time with the few friends she has, though most of them are a parent's worst nightmare, or hanging around in back alleys, letting her anger out and getting into trouble.

One day when she was smashing glass bottles she noticed something, she wasn't alone in the alley, there was something else there with her.

Next to a dumpster was Berry, nearly dead and when Sasha got close to inspect the strange goo Berry took their chance and bonded with her.

This went over about as well as one might expect. They fought a bit, Sasha demanded that the alien got out of her body and Berry being stubborn to keep themself alive within her. Eventually Sasha agreed to let Berry stay with her until they weren't near death anymore.

Though after nearly two weeks Sasha realized how lonely she had been all those years and while an alien that's living in your head isn't the best choice for a friend, it's one of the only Sasha had and she didn't mind the idea as much as she thought she would.

Berry still told Sasha when they were feeling better, but she made up excuses for the symbiote to stay. They of course knew the real reason and were more than happy to stay.

While they aren't particularly strong since they're not a perfect match, they make due and honestly they're content just having each other and occasionally defend minors from bad guys.

Bonus doodles of them cuz damn this got long-

I love them so much

Also I hope the link works, but I made a Spotify playlist for them, it's fun making music playlists for your ocs, go try it out <3

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0kjRPyxxSImRe37HodTe6J?si=PwvcR7HSQP25XhcvJwWeLw&pt=c96bf357efbfeef50a484136af85576d&pi=Ej7WKd5NQmOY5

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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 2 years ago

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What if the events of Lost But Never Found (your au with the amnesiac 2012 Leo turned battle nexus champion) happened in the same universe as Ghost In The Shell (SAINW Donnie adopting the rise kids) how would Ghost react to that?

Oho :)

Imagine being Ghost for a second. You and your family just managed to send the Shredder back to its Prison Dimension (or at least you hope that Big Mama would keep her word on that, but knowing her its honestly a gamble) and as you're going home, Leo suddenly runs ahead yelling that they need to hurry, they need to go help Indigo. Who the hell is Indigo?

Well when you and your family get back Leo hurries to the medbay, and you naturally follow him.

Only to see another mutant turtle wearing strange armor and wraps, badly injured, covered in so many scars, barely conscious and most importantly, holding a knife to Donnie's throat.

Well he is until he passes out from bloodloss and exhaustion.

How are you even supposed to process that?

Once he's out of the of the armor (so many more scars were hidden underneath) and bandaged up, a blood test is drawn.

And it turns out that not only is this turtle actually a mutant, but a biological match to Hamato Yoshi.

Aka Splinter.

Even worse, this kid says he's been fighting in the Battle Nexus quote "For as long as I can remember" (which for Indigo/Leo is only 4 months. He's been in this dimension for 4 months and he cant remember anything before the 4 months so... :3)

Ghost is devastated. This...this is one of his kids. One of his children was forced to fight in the Battle Nexus for so long that he doesnt remember anything from before the Nexus. (not really but thats the only conclusion you could draw based on the many MANY scars it makes sense to come to that conclusion)

How did this happen? Did Draxum make another turtle using Splinter's DNA? Or was Indigo created at the same time as the others? If so why did he get left behind? How did he end up in the Nexus and in Big Mama's clutches?

Did...did Draxum sell Indigo to Big Mama? Or just give him up? Did Big Mama have Indigo trained purely to fight in the Nexus? She's clearly not above putting loved ones in the arena, she did it to Splinter already.

Still raising a child just to make him fight to the death? Thats so unbelievably evil and cruel. Ghost thought Big Mama wouldnt stoop that low.

But the scars covering Indigo's body (some of which are several YEARS old), the pure exhaustion in his strange eyes, the pure survival instincts so deeply ingrained into this kid is all the proof you need.

Can he even be called a kid? He looks older than the kids, even older than Raph. Indigo looks like he's 18-20 at the minimum...but if he's truly been fighting in the Battle Nexus for years it would make sense for him to look much older than he actually is.

Ghost understands, god he understands, in the Battle Nexus every fight is life or death, kill or be killed. Recovering from that ordeal is beyond difficult. And Indigo has presumably been in the Battle Nexus for much loger than Ghost has.

So I can imagine that Ghost would be the most patient while trying to help Indigo adjust now that not every moment is a fight to survive. (Especially when dealing with Indigo's very murdery tendencies. If Indigo feels like you are a threat to either himself or his brothers there is a very HIGH chance you will end up dead. He became one of the top FIVE battle nexus fighters for a reason.His current body count is 301 for a reason)

But Ghost is also the most protective over the new family member. (You thought Ghost was motherhening the Rise kids wait till he starts with Indigo. If Big Mama or Draxum even look at Indigo they better pick a god and pray. Indigo is still healing and Ghost will be damned if he lets his new child suffer anymore than he already had too.)

Indigo is basically Ghost's worst fear for the Rise kids come true. A kid who lost his entire childhood fighting battles that werent his and didnt have a choice in the matter. He didnt get to be a kid.

And now Indigo has dozens of scars, physical and mental, all because of Big Mama being a selfish asshole and force her own child to become a battle nexus champion

But...things will start to make Ghost question how true his current theory is. Like for example, Indigo is physically different from the Rise kids. (Short and stocky, round three toed feet) the strange nightmares that start becoming more and more frequent as time goes on (and oddly specific too, like sinking in the ocean, helmet exploding in outer space, getting attacked by a metal monster in the winter, getting thrown through a window, decapitating a metal and bone monster) the fact that he primarily uses twin katanas as weapons, little mannerisms that keeping showing up that remind Ghost too much of Leonardo.

And the gaps in the story dont help. How old was Indigo when he first started fighting in the Battle Nexus? Who trained him before that (because it is OBVIOUS that Indigo has gotten formal training that the Battle Nexus would provide) why doesnt Indigo recognize Draxum? Why doesnt Draxum know who Indigo even is? Why does Indigo act so much like Leonardo sometimes that its uncanny?

Too many things dont add up about that story

However unlike Donnie, Ghost can understand keeping secrets (he has so, so many secrets) so he doesnt try to pry too much. But he cant help but wonder what exactly happened to Indigo

Little does Ghost know, that Indigo already has a family thats looking for their big brother...

(@bluepeachstudios I borrowed ghost for a second, also love GITS its one of my favorite fics now)

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #ghost in the shell #tmnt ghost in the shell #short answer Indigo would be adopted on sight

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ge · 1 year ago

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did biga ever say what rotmhs characters would be like/work as in modern au or am i tweaking … if not what are ur hcs :3

ummm im not sure..he mightve but i dont remember anything like that..

ive never thought about it so im coming up w these on the spot but hmmm i know for sure the tangs would be some sort of pharmaceutical manufacturing company but still pretty patriarchal in their hierarchy so tang soso leaves to go pursue her dreams of becoming a doctor

jo gul would still work for his merchant company...like canon he probably runs off to the modern day mount hua equivalent to keep the tang family from breathing down his neck

(the tang family wouldnt be a martial arts sect like in canon so idk why theyd be so incessant w jo gul and his family business.. corporate drama idk)

mount hua...hm... hmmmm.... maybe mount hua would still be a functioning martial arts sect that was built many many hundreds of years ago and are highly picky w the students they take on bc they want to keep things as traditional to their values and historically accurate as possible.. chung myung would still be an orphan in this au but was still adopted into mt hua and raised within it and i cant imagine chung mun and chung jin + original gen mt hua dying so theyre here too... chung bros are all disciples of modern mount hua and chung myung has his brothers (smile... idk if theyd be elders in this au or younger so ehm thats up to u but im fond of old men chung bros w the kids as their disciples

yu iseol would also be a disciple of mount hua since her father was also a disciple from an older generation..shes chung myungs first disciple and theyre like grandpa and granddaughter.. they have a very familial relationship (either this is yu iseol granddaughter au-ish as in shes related to chung myung somehow or chung myung also taught her father so he has a familial bond w them both for that reason)

baek cheon and his family would own a way more modern martial arts school but bc of similar situations he has w his family and brother in canon, he runs off to join mount hua.. the zhongnan sect would have a one sided beef w mount hua, as in mount hua doesnt know zhongnan exists and it pisses them off.. if anything baek cheon joining mt hua in this au is just to flex on his family since getting accepted into it is like a one and five hundred chance

yoon jong still an orphan but he actually gets adopted by hyun sang in this au so thats how he ends up in mount hua

while still traditional and serious as a martial arts sect, mount hua is also a bit more lax so the kids/disciples can leave the mountain to pursue more worldly passions if they wanted... the ogum choose to go to school/college in this au ofc, idk if tang soso would so much as join mount hua rather than meet the disciples at school and become friends w them there.. shes going to get her doctorate even if it kills her...

I ALMOST FORGOT HYE YEON he was raised in his familys monastery and doesnt go to school but his monastery is pretty close to the disciples campus so thats how he meets and makes friends w them..

baek'ah is here too. hm. shes a wild animal but chung myung kept feeding her so she got attached to him..she hates everyone else though </3

#NOT VERY ORIGINAL...SORRY IF THIS ISNT WHAT U WANTED im not much of a modern au fan..scratches ass

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crescentblossom66 · 2 months ago

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The file best left forgotten Chapter 3

TW: Description of injuries!

The air was finally getting cooler again, even a few clouds could be seen in the sky. It was blessing after the hot and humid the past few weeks had been. A great day to put the laundry outside to dry.

After hanging up the old and tattered clothes that she herself had mended more than once - she’d really have to save up some money to buy some new ones soon – she headed back inside. Compared to the air outside, the stagnant and musky air almost made her reel. Heat and humidity had forced them to keep all windows shut, but now they could finally be opened again. She smiled at the sight of the kids playing outside on the small playground, it had rained for nearly two weeks straight. A real downpour, poor Aline had struggled a lot, her frail body had a difficult time handling such rough climates. Speaking of that girl, she was probably still somewhere inside.

Aline was drawing in the dining room, a very common occurrence. The girl always had a vivid imagination, surely, a nice couple could fall in love with her artistic ability and adopt her. The 8-year-old deserved caring and loving parents, the same, of course, went for all the children. It was a shame that a lot of people only saw their rugged clothes and poor heritage and immediately wrote them off as chaotic and hard to handle. It was truly heart-wrenching.

As she walked by the child to head toward the kitchen, she snuck a quick glance at the picture that was currently being colored with crayons. It was a cute, albeit crudely drawn unicorn. Its fur was a deep shade of purple and the horn sported a whole rainbow of colors. The mane and tail of the smiling fantasy horse were drawn in soft circles of blue and gray,something about that drawing made a cold shiver run down her spine. She brushed it off and instead asked the girl a question. “Por que você não está lá fora?“ (Why aren't you outside?)

With a small gasp and a flinch, Aline's gaze swiftly turned from her art to her caretaker, not quite meeting her eyes, however. “Ainda está muito quente lá fora.“ (It's still too hot outside)

Well, it was still quite humid and the air hadn't cooled down significantly, maybe it was indeed still too warm for her. She left the girl after affectionately ruffling her hair. As she headed over to the kitchen, Aline muttered something quietly and innocently, just loud enough to be at the threshold of her hearing. “Estou queimando por dentro e por fora.” (I'm burning inside and outside)

Her breath hitched in her throat and she stopped abruptly, her normal grace lost as she stumbled and thankfully caught herself on the edge of the long table. Aline was smiling and humming a pleasant tune while doodling, making her question if it was just an auditory hallucination.

The haunting line repeated over and over while she prepared some spaghetti for the kids. Her hands shaking as she cut up tomatoes and grated Parmesan cheese. She was so on edge that a shriek escaped her when the water boiled over. Upon returning back to the dining room, most of the children had returned from outside, Paulo was kicking a soccer ball inside, but upon seeing her stern expression and recalling the rule of no outdoor toys indoors, he reluctantly placed the ball near the entrance.

It was a nice and peaceful scene, watching those bright and happy children eat their food and chatter among themselves. There were some really cruel people out there, heartless monsters that had abandoned their children for no reason. Others simply didn't have the money to raise a child and hoped that their little one had a better chance anywhere else. Some of the kids in her care lost their parents in an accident. It was horrible, but at least she would try her best to make their lives enjoyable, just because it had a bad start didn't mean it had to end terribly.

Just as that thought crossed her mind, a smell reached her nose, something incredibly foul and putrid, strangely sweet yet disgusting. She had to gag. It was the smell of rotten and decaying meat, yet it clearly weren't the meatballs in the spaghetti. No, it came from all around her, it was overwhelming, making her eyes water and making breathing difficult. When she blinked, the room was covered in a thick smoke, every breath burned in her nose and hurt in her lungs. The smell only got worse, making inhaling near impossible. On instinct, she put a hand in front of her mouth, but as soon as she blinked again, it was gone. The smoke, the abhorrent smell, everything had returned back to normal. All the children were just sitting at the table eating, the air in the room was perfectly clear, no smoke, no rot, just a normal dining room in an old building. She took a few deep ragged breaths, causing the kids to look at her in worry.

She smiled and straightened herself again, trying to appear collected and composed to ease their concern. “Estou bem. Não se preocupem, crianças.” (I'm alright. Don't worry, children.) They returned to their food with slight unease, eyeing her occasionally. Maybe she needed to lie down. First auditory and now visual hallucinations. It could be that she was just exhausted, however, she didn't recall doing anything strenuous, but it wouldn't do for her to get sick now. Her little episode had caused a bit of tension, some of her more emotional kids were looking at her like they were about to cry. Thinking on her feet, she got an idea, playing a nice and upbeat song on the piano might help. When she proposed the idea, she was met with cheers, making her internally sigh in relief. Everyone gathered in the room where the piano stood, a donation from one of the richer parents that had adopted young Felicitas.

As soon as she started to play the first notes of one the many children songs she knew, the orphans started to sing along with her. It was a joy to hear them sing, some were very good at hitting the notes right, others were really crooked singers, yet they seemed to have fun, that was what mattered the most. When she turned to look over her shoulder, she was met by smiling faces, some focused and rigid to not fumble the lyrics, while others were simply swaying along to the r hymn. She gave them a soft smile and turned back around to focus on the instrument. It was so serene and peaceful, just like it had been many times before. Something felt off though, but she couldn't put her finger on it. What could possibly be wrong? It was a pleasant, sunny day outside, the kids were happy, she was happy...

She absentmindedly wiped her forehead on her shoulder, was she catching a fever? It was getting horribly warm, and with ever passing second it got hotter until she felt like the heat was crushing her. The singing behind her turned into crying and screaming bit by bit.

“MILLA!” Her name being yelled at the top of a young girl's lungs made her swiftly turn around again. What greeted her switched the agonizing heat she felt to freezing cold.

They were burning! Each and everyone of them! “Ajude-me!” (Help me!) She could only watch as they panicked, trying desperately to put off the fire that was relentlessly burning them. “Por que não está nos ajudando, Milla?! (Why aren't you helping us, Milla?!) Milla wanted to stand up, to reach out to Aline who was crying in pain as her skin turned red, with all her might she tried to force her limps to move, tears running down her face as she did so. Nothing worked, no matter how hard she tried to move, it was futile. Aline turned to look at her, sobbing and crying. “Você nos odeia? Por que nos deixou morrer?” (Did you hate us? Why did you let us die?”

“Não foi minha intenção! Tentei ajudar você!” (I didn`t mean to! I tried to help you!) Why? Why was that happening! Her poor children! Why was no one helping them?! Why did no one hear their cries?!

“Você nos matou, Milla! VOCÊ NOS MATOU, MILLA!” (You killed us, Milla! YOU KILLED US, MILLA!) It was a chorus of pain, a cacophony of horror. The blazing heat was scorching them, as they screamed in pain and terror. And all she could do was weep, her whole body was shaking. Despite the fact that it had been boiling hot just a few seconds ago, everything felt cold all of a sudden.

Something was off...and she finally figured out what it was...she should have realized it a lot sooner. It was a nightmare, a mental manifestation of fear or trauma. Now that the nightmare realized that she had broken free from its hold, it was forced to fight her directly. The thing had grown significantly, thanks to her own energy. Its wide, orange eyes locked on her as it cackled and imitated the voices of those now only existing in her memories, taunting her further. “Não consigo respirar!” (I can't breathe)

It took Milla a moment to get her bearings and focus on the monstrosity. One of the horror's sharp claws sprung out of the scorched ground, slashing her, making her yelp. How did that nightmare break free? No matter the case, it needed to be stopped! Easier said than done since she felt weak from the nightmare having drained her which in turn made it more powerful.

She started by shooting psy-blasts, normally that did some damage and would eventually force the nightmare to split in an attempt to heal itself, however, it simply used claws that it summoned from in front of itself to deflect every attack. The moment she stopped to think of a different way to approach the problem, the nightmare disappeared under the ground. “Em vez disso, você deveria ter morrido!” (You should have died instead) Claws started to pop out from under her, above her and even out of the walls. Reacting quickly, the now focused psychonaut created a shield to protect herself from the claws. A few seconds later, it reappeared, it's glowing, orange eyes still fixed on her

The way it glared at her gave her an idea. It couldn't focus on her, if it couldn't see her.

The monstrous nightmare looked around in a frantic manner after having lost its target. That was the opportunity she needed. It was a risky move, but it was her best shot at a decisive blow against her enemy. By sneaking close to it carefully and using levitation to reach its face she aimed a psy-blast right in its eye which caused the wretched beast to recoil. Unfortunately, her invisibility couldn't last forever, but maybe it didn't need to. The attack was powerful enough to force the nightmare to split. When it did, Milla wasted no time picking up the personal demons it split into. The demonic, charred faces of Aline and Paulo stared at her, whispering phrases and words that she had to ignore as she ended her nightmare by shoving the tormented memories of her kids back to their host that she once again sealed away in a corner of her mind.

The inside of her own car was the first thing she saw when she snapped awake and jolted. “Ai!” Her knee made painful contact with the bottom of the glove compartment.

“So, you did manage to get the nightmare under control. I was about to park at the side of the road and aid you. Are you alright?” It was a blessing that he was focused on the road and wasn't looking at her when she hurt her knee as that embarrassment would have made her want to turn invisible and stay that way for the rest of the week.

They must be close to HQ about now, the sun had completely set. “I'm alright, don't worry.” In truth, she felt tired and pretty shaken, yet right now was not the time to speak up about it. Sasha's brow furrowed, but he didn't say anything. Whatever occupied his thoughts for a moment was left unspoken. “Is something bothering you?”

“No.” Short, simple and to the point. It didn't take a genius to conclude that he clearly didn't want to talk about it. “Get some rest, we'll be back at the Motherlobe in around an hour.”

#psychonauts #psychonauts fantic #milla vodello #sasha nein

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Liveblog 6: analsysising harder

I am having a finals' nightmare week in university, but finally found the time to sit down and relax, so here's to episode 3.

He's so supportive. For all his faults as a father, (like the fact that Joris might not be able to read yet in here, despite seemingly being pretty ready to be taught how to, as was pointed out to me by @dullard during our separate rewatch from this rewatch) the fact that Joris can sell things at the market all by himself at 7yo and knows what a commission is, is actually really cool. Good job, Keke! This once, I will not kill you with hammers.

Do start teaching your son to read/write soon. Please. Please.

ANALYSIS EVENT LEVEL 10 ALARM WEE WOO WEE WOO. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS.

Joris is seven years old. Kerubim was, by his own words, "barely older than him," during his confirmation ceremony at the Orphan Temple. Can we actually ask what Kerubim Crepin was doing, at seven years old, in the orphan temple??

As we know from Dofus Heroes Kerubim comic, he was busy being an orphan, plotting to resurrect his parents, (either adoptive, or step-father and biological-mother. It doesn't really matter !) and being sad, to the point that, as an adult, even while amnesiac, he empathizes greatly with a stray kitten.

Having dreams of not wanting to be lonely, projecting his loneliness onto stray animals... It's the reason why he's afraid of showing people that he's weak and driving them away, and what makes him a compulsive liar, as I've pointed out in the last post. He can't bear being alone.

No wonder, then, that despite being old, and having a decrepit house, he didn't try to find Joris a better home. It would be a betrayal of his own ideals of protecting children from what he went through. It would mean that someone so similar to him would, too, be all alone. And, a bit more selfishly, he does need someone by his side.

I would point out, that Atcham was in the temple, implied to be mistreated, that they are both full brothers who grew up in the same family, and that him and Kerubim didn't have the best relationship even as kids, — with Bashi also disliking Atcham heavily, for unstated reasons, — and how it all might tie into Kerubim also adoptng Joris out of guilt, because he feels like he might end up like Atcham, but I don't have ten hours.

And also bc Atcham doesn't appear often, and I am mostly delusional about this.

Kerubim avoids mentioning Atcham or any of his adventures in Brakmar, so... man just give us anything to work with.

Despite Keke playing it off now, he really didn't have an easy childhood.

For all the times I say he's a bad dad, or that I want to beat him up, it is all in jest. I think he's a very tragic character who was just... never really given a chance to develop a healthy way of interacting with the world.

And for what it's worth, he grew up to be as decent of a person he could have, and did the best he could, at becoming a family with Joris and raising him, as flawed and uneven as it is.

He really just wants this kid to have a good childhood, or an approximation of one, with no violence, loneliness, or fear he went through — and it's all going to be ruined in the movie, isn't it?

It won't stop me from joking about beating him up in the future of this blog, but I wanted to make my stance clear. No non-joking slander of Kerubim in this household. Ever.

I think he was scared shitless of having a deadly quest here, but HAD to pretend he wasn't, for the public. He looks happier now than seconds ago in the queue line, lol.

Low self-esteem can result in seeking attention through being loud and obnoxious, as well as a fear of embarrassment, so, it checks out. Lying is a likely thing for Kerubim to do, and I love and respect him for it.

His immediate reaction to being embarrassed by getting a clothespin, and made fun of, as audience laughs? Double down, baby! Though, his angry facade doesn't last until the end of the line. He's just... looking sadly to the side.

By the way, considering he's only a bit older than seven, the "I've been training for years" is a bit haunting.

Do you know who DOES deserve to get beaten with hammers for real, non-ironically? The god Ecaflip. Can I get an amen?

No wonder, Kerubim coddled Joris and wanted his life to be better! His life sucked!

Of all the things not to lie about, he seemed not to lie about being trained. Doesn't stop him from being beaten up, though...

We have to beat God Ecaflip with hammers. There is no other way.

For all his cockiness, he's so stressed out. His facade is so, so ruined, the second he realizes his plan is not working.

Really, this whole scene puts their relationship together the best. He's a God, holding Kerubim, a 7-9yo orphan, on a tiny string.

His whole life, Ecaflip just belittles him over some random bullshit, makes him hate his brother for being bald, and then gives him a gambling addiction before putting him into a mental asylum to treat it. All of that because he loves him that much.

We have to kill him. There is no other way. I may be a wakfu season 3 hater, but Oropo was right.

Yay, trauma bonding, in its correct definition!

If my whole family died, and a god cared so much about me, he made me the protagonist of various sad cringe stories of overcoming personal adversities mostly caused BY him, I too, would develop some sort of complex to cope. So I get it.

But I feel like, even if Kerubim will never voice it out loud, considering what repercussions may follow, deep down he knows that Ecaflip himself is one of the reasons for his loneliness, and that most of all, he's scared of him.

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #kerubim crepin #ep3

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oddree13 · 2 years ago

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Restless Year - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8 - Dreams

December 1989

Chicago is cold. It’s not like this is a revelation to Eddie, but the difference in the way Indiana feels in December and the way the Windy City is pummeling him is stark. He reluctantly traded his combat boots for what Steve calls ‘bean boots’ and if it wasn’t for his feet being so damn warm he’d be cursing Steve for giving him prep clothes.

He’s been anticipating the shop being a bit nightmarish in the run-up to the holidays, but the stream of customers is almost never-ending and the stock is running low. It got to the point that Eddie started calling other managers in the area to see how they were faring, and whether or not they could make tentative agreements to send customers hunting for particular finds to each other.

Walking past the counter where Ezra is explaining to a mother why getting her thirteen-year-old a Frank Zappa album is a bad idea, he’s stopped by Jamie who is holding the phone up for him. “Eddie, someone named Max is calling? I asked for a last name and she audibly rolled her eyes.”

“Right, put her on hold and I’ll take it in the back. S’one of my kids,” he explains. The amount of adopted kids Eddie has is a running joke in the shop. All the staff know Dustin, but over the months, different calls have come in from the rest of the party, some of them asking for Eddie by name while others have straight up asked for Dad. It led to the staff comparing notes and swapping names until Eddie just put a group photo on his desk.

“Red I assume the world is burning because you’re calling me instead of Steve. What’s up?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? Like, have a normal phone conversation. Not everything is a campaign,” she quips and Eddie knows that she’s probably about to start a conversation she’d been avoiding for a bit.

“Fine, fine. Let me start over. Smash Records, Eddie Munson, manager speaking! Hello, Maxine, to what do I owe the pleasure!”

“I hope that causes you to get a rash. That sounded so plastic, ugh.” Max’s distaste is obvious and Eddie can picture her screwed-up face perfectly. “Look I’m calling because I’m coming to stay with you and Steve the day after Christmas until school starts up again. I already bought my bus ticket.”

It’s moments like this Eddie semi-regrets Steve’s open invitation to the kids. Steve probably thought they’d ask ahead of time, whereas Eddie knew better. Eddie knows Max must be telling not asking for a reason, so he lets it go. A quick glance at his calendar shows that Wayne will be gone by then, so they’ll have space.

“Sounds like a good time. I could use a hand at the shop. Any particular reason you’re coming to crash with us instead of staying with Lucas or El? Or do you just miss us that much?”

“I’ve never been to Chicago and I’ve got the time off, so I figured why not?”

Why Eddie expected a straight answer, he’ll never know. He assumes it has something to do with not wanting to be around her mother for longer than she needs to and escaping the looks of concern she’ll get if she lingers around Hawkins. But those are assumptions Steve will have to suss out when she arrives.

“I’ll let Steve know tonight and one of us will get you from the station on the 26th. And if you play your cards right I’ll let you have a recommendation space on the staff shelf.”

“Your shop would be lucky to display my choices, so really I’m doing you a favor,” she counters and Eddie can’t help but chuckle in amusement.

“Well, I’ve got to get back to work but can’t wait to see you Red.”

“Thanks, Eddie...and tell Steve thanks too.”

Before Eddie can say bye the line cuts and he likes to think his own children won’t be so ill-mannered. “Ugh, that sounded like Steve...”

Over dinner that night Eddie lets Steve know about Max’s plan and her delivery of it.

“Of course, she just up and bought a ticket. Do you actually think she’d ask and chance us saying no? That’s not how Max operates.”

“I dunno, that seems more like a Mike move than a Max one, is all,” Eddie thinks, twirling his spaghetti around his fork.

“Ah, see, there is the difference. Mike would just up and buy a ticket to come stay with us because he feels entitled to do it. He wouldn’t actually come to see both of us, just you and the city. But Max? Max bought a ticket and just told us to lessen the chance of rejection. Because for all the bravado Mayfield has, she’s still the kid who’d rather sit on your steps listening to you play guitar than go home. I’m just happy we can still be that for her.”

Eddie stopped eating midway through Steve’s analysis and just looks at his mate with fondness. For all of Steve’s complaints about how much the kids of their pack irritate him, it’s times like this that demonstrate his love. It really shows just how much effort Steve has put in over the years to make himself a safe haven for the kids.

“You know, I really ought to make a mom out of you already with how well you do with them.” Eddie enjoys the blush that creeps up Steve’s neck at the suggestion and glances over to the bedroom.

“I’m not stopping you Eds.”

There are too many yentas in this deli. Sure he got a few stares at his old place in South Bend, but these stares are making Eddie think it's time to suck it up and learn how to cook his own brisket. Steve put in the order a few weeks ago but is currently in bed wiped out from finals swallowing tums, so Eddie offered to make the trek out with Wayne.

He’s leaning against the back wall waiting for his order to come out while Wayne mutters about having braved the L. “I still don’t know why we couldn’t have just taken your car,” he grumbles, looking a little worse for wear.

“Wayne, you served in Vietnam, but public transit is where you draw the line?” The resounding silence gives him all the answers he needs.

“So how's married life treatin’ ya?” Wayne asks after some time, and Eddie can’t help but smile.

“It’s good. Not a lot has changed, which I think is for the better. Had a bit of a rough patch a few months ago but turns out we just needed to get our heads out of our asses.”

Wayne nods. “It’s good that you can admit you were wrong. I remember you had trouble doing that growing up.”

“Who says I was in the wrong?” The quirked brow from Wayne makes Eddie tsk. “I really don’t appreciate that he’s become your favorite nephew you know? Stevie can do no wrong in your eyes now that you know he’s nothing like his father.”

“Oh no, I’m sure your boy can do plenty wrong. But it takes a particular kind of person to light a fire under your ass and get you moving. Now, look at you. Living on your own, running a fine store. Next thing you know you’ll be calling me to tell me you’re going to be a dad.” Wayne chuckles a bit at the last part, and Eddie scuffs the floor with his boot.

“I mean would that be so far-fetched?”

“You got something to tell me?”

Eddie shakes his head and feels Wayne’s gaze on him. Their heart-to-hearts are infrequent. Their relationship is built between the lines of their words and usually, that’s fine with Eddie. It’s just, right now he needs a little bit more.

“I don’t think it’d be that far-fetched. You’re not your old man Eddie, if that’s what you need to hear. My brother only made two good decisions in his life. Marrying your mom and having you. You might have his name but you ain’t him at all.” Wayne claps his shoulder and pulls Eddie to his side for a hug.

“Harrington! Order for Harrington!”

Eddie moves from Wayne’s embrace and goes to grab their order when he sees Wayne head towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To get a cab. I’m not chancing that brisket to the train.”

They had one day between visits. It was the twenty-fifth and the shop was closed like most other places in Chicago, which lent itself to a lazy morning.

A year ago getting Eddie out of bed was like pulling teeth, but now the alpha finds himself up first most mornings for work. The upside to his new sleep schedule is on days like this he can just stay in bed and admire Steve. His mate is still sleeping, hugging a pillow to his chest. The t-shirt he wore to bed is one of Eddie’s older Anthrax shirts, threadbare with a few holes, but Steve refuses to let Eddie toss it. For as much as his mate doesn’t nest, he hoards Eddie’s old band shirts like a dragon with a treasure.

Rolling over, Eddie presses against Steve’s back, burying his nose in his hair. Ever since their bonding, Steve’s scent has morphed. It’s richer, almost spiced, and Eddie can’t get enough. He wonders if he also smells like this but he can’t tell. It’s a question for awake Steve. Right now he’s enjoying the sleepy Steve who is turning over to press into Eddie’s chest on instinct. After the night Steve flinched away from him, Eddie appreciates everytime Steve seeks him out. Today is no exception.

Eddie plays with Steve’s hair and traces his hand down his back, just basking in the morning light until he notices flurries falling outside the window. Watching the snowflakes dance in the wind, Eddie wonders if Hawkins is getting snow. El runs around outside every time it does and he hopes that she’s waking up to that Christmas morning. ‘They deserve the chance to be kids’ he thinks and it sounds an awful lot like Steve.

He watches the snowfall until Steve’s lips start to kiss his neck, nipping gently at Eddie’s faux-mark. The moment the tattoo finished healing, Steve found any excuse he could to touch it, be it with his fingers, lips, teeth, or what have you. The bond has brought out Steve’s possessive side and Eddie can’t help but indulge it like right now.

“Making sure it’s still there baby?” he whispers, scratching at the nape of Steve’s neck. His question just earns him a nod as Steve’s affection trails up his jaw until they’re kissing. Eddie turns into Steve’s embrace and trades lazy kisses with him. The softness of the morning makes Eddie want to go back in time and slap his past self for thinking he would never have this. That his own self-doubt almost kept him from having Steve Harrington in his bed every morning and every night. Because waking up to this feeling beats any high Eddie has ever had.

When the sunlight becomes too bright for them to ignore the morning, Eddie makes the first move to roll out of bed. “Breakfast? I’ll make it.”

“That means I’m getting pancakes because that is the only thing you can somehow make.” Steve’s face is fond as he looks over at Eddie, and he’ll take the teasing.

“Yes, I am offering flour pancakes because we have enough potato ones in the freezer to last the rest of winter.”

“Will you ever let that go,” Steve groans, and Eddie dives back onto the bed to tackle Steve, pulling his reddening face away from the pillow he’s trying to bury it in.

“Absolutely not. I’ve never seen someone so determined to get latkes right. They’re potatoes, Steve. Hash browns.”

“I see how it is. You don’t appreciate my trial and error process. And to think next year I was going to start attempting to braise brisket. I should just stick to my waspy recipes.”

That threat makes Eddie start kissing Steve’s face all over as he begs for forgiveness. “I never said anything. In fact, thank you for taking this so seriously and I look forward to you perfecting your brisket recipe. Now let me cook for you. Do you want coffee?”

Steve’s face scrunches at the offer. “No, I don’t think I could stomach it this morning. Besides, I’ll -”

Steve stops mid-sentence and Eddie follows his gaze to see Steve looking out the window. “It’s snowing.” The statement is so simple but Eddie sort of likes proof that Steve’s been so wrapped up in their world that he hadn’t noticed the one going on outside.

“I wonder if it’s snowing in Hawkins. El would love it,” Steve voices, and Eddie can’t help but laugh in agreement.

“She really would.”

#myfics #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fics #steve harrington #eddie munson #omegaverse #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #six kids and a winnebago

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sadkidwithocs · 2 years ago

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“That Kyōkatabira woman”

**Kyōkatabira is white kimono, most their Japanese take their final journey(death)

And next day, Mike and Faren are have a fever🤣

Some fact you should know first about Faren (this story has based from 2015’s plot, all of characters are 2015-2016 OCs including Faren) : Faren was WWF wrestler, has 3 kids, Serena daughter of Faren and ex-wife, Rose. Seiji and Rino from new wife(Japanese news reporter in Hawaii).

It’s so sad that “Hanako”, Faren’s Japanese wife has passed away from car accident in 1988 , causing he is single father to raise his only son (Seirino was in Hawaii and raised by Faren’s sister), But Faren travels a lot because he's a wrestler. Most of the time, he would let his neighbors in Texas raise Seiji instead.

👆🏻This is one of end credit of Faren’s story. Faren’s old television showing Hanako with NEWS reporter role before passed away. When his son, Seiji wants to see his real mother, Faren often brings the videotapes he recorded to open to Seiji. Surround his TV there has Tears for fears album/ expire Pepsi can from Adrian Adonis that gave him before leaving from WWF and passed away from car accident a few years later.

Faren also paste U.S. Express poster on the wall because Mike and Barry is one of his close friends since first day of working in WWF until the last day of wrestling career in Japan, he’s very appreciate for Mike’s friendship

Deep in his heart, Faren feels guilty for not having much time for Seiji. He wants to send Seiji back to Hawaii to his sister and study here. But on the other hand, he doesn’t want to shove off to his sister in Hawaii. One thing he can do is leaves Seiji with auntie neighbor in Texas, and really hopes Seiji will understand that his dad had worked so hard for him.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

🟥Faren and his ex-wife

👆🏻Sometimes Faren brings Seiji, his son to backstage to play with others or wrestler’s son such as Harry, Davey’s son/ Windham and Taylor, Mike’s son. But sometimes Seiji must be alone Because his friends whose be wrestlers' children don’t come, but Faren still has to bring Seiji to the locker room however, because his auntie neighbor is sick. So, the babysitter of friend’s kid after his father has a match is uncle Marty Jannetty. Marty has sense of humor/ indulgent and sometimes he talks like little kid, that’s why Seiji likes to play with Marty. But everything happened not so long😑Uncle Marty sleeps before kid instead

Sometimes Faren and Rose(his ex-wife) are like impatient teenagers with egos🤦🏻‍♀️, they broke up just because little things that NOT about another one outside the relationship at all, Mike said it’s unfortunate to break up just bacuse of nonsense things, it’s would better to “meet in half way”, Everyone forgives each other, your kid’s future is the most important now... in the future their children have to go to school/ must encounter many more things and sometimes he wanted to consult his father and mother. ”Having someone to consult or helping each other to find a solution for your kids is better than do it alone. If it’s not beyond your capacity/ you still can talk together for make up, do it now, it’s a chance to patch things up” Mike said to Faren before he will meet Rose.

At last, Faren and Rose(ex-wife)are back to patch things up again for the sake of Serena, his first daughter and for “completely family”. Rose sees Seiji and her daughter, Serena get along well and pitiful that Seiji loses his mom since very young, she decide to adopted Seiji and support him to study at same High school as Serena in Texas. Serena is Seiji’s older half sister but they’re grow up together and they’re get along well and very closed.

This reconciling between Faren and Rose went well because Faren he got advice from Mike, this little advice can changes his life forever.

And this is one of many reasons why Faren loves Mike whose one time he helping him from family problem. Faren said, “Mike is a dad of 3 kids like me but it’s funny that he has more mature than me, what a smart bastard🙃” *giggling*

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

👆🏻From left to right: Seirino/ Serena and Seiji in Amarica. ▫️Rino is growing up in Japan and be model& actress ▫️Serena(middle) is growing up with Seiji in Texas and now she’s beauty blogger. She dye her hair is making her looks like girl version of Faren😂 ▫️Seiji was an actor/ engineer in America, and later he move to work as an engineer in Japan and be famous wrestler in NJPW, he wearing mask bc of his gimmick

#Faren’s story

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monstershowdowns · 2 years ago

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Tbh I won't mind if Nessie, Pyramid Head (🤢) or King Crawler win.

(Although we all know who I actually want to win.. )

We all know I'm going to make a lot of jokes about the reason why Pyramid Head won the showdown, if he ends up at the #1 spot. My bets as to who will win are on Mothman, Godzilla and Mothra, or Venom.

I know you really wanted Sniffles to win, but. The competitor I really want to win but I know will never win is SCP-682. The boy of all time.

#he hates humanity he hates himself he is the child of an eldritch abomination #his brother is the embodiment of happiness #he adopted a 3 year old kid and there's a chance the reason why was because she was lonely #he's besties with a sentient ai who often bullies researchers #like. literally what's NOT to love about him #ask stuff #visconde talks

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cebwrites · 2 years ago

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What are your fave op ships?

good question! i don't think i have any canon/canon ships that i'm nearly as attached to as my oc/canon ones but hmmm off the top of my head in no particular order- (i definitely rambled too much omggg 🏃‍♂️💨💨)

ZoSan: my first introduction to OP through doujin of all things when I was younger lol, my feelings towards these characters have morphed and changed and complicated over the years (regards to Sanji in particular), I have a lot to say both good and some bad about them but at the end of the day I'll always have a soft spot for curly and marimo in this little heart of mine, they're my old reliable <3

PenShach: I'm a sucker for childhood friends to lovers lmao, they've been glued to each other's sides through hell or high water (literally, with the tsunami that killed their respective parents), having their backs when things got rough at home with Shachi's aunt and uncle, swearing their loyalty to this weird kid who both beat them up for bullying an innocent polar bear and saved their lives, stumbling ass backwards through their attractions to other people, each other, and Penguin's gender - it's a sweet idea 💕

KilKidd: similar to PenShach in that they grew up together and learned to get along when they had no one but each other to rely on but on top of that also the absolute devotion and unwavering trust a first mate can have in his captain, the resolve to stick by him til the bitter end 🥹

Frobin: two jaded, hurt people doomed by fate and circumstance who are ultimately bound to one another and decide to build their way out of a shitty situation together, stronger - the fact that they're a little "older" as well (even though early-mid 30s shouldn't be considered old at all) but still managing to experience all these giddy, happy feelings you'd only expect from adolescence is very important to me 🥺💕 (they're also t4t bi4bis)

UsoNami: kids drawn to the open sea by a dream and realizing immediately that they were WAY in over their heads but bond over being the 'weakest links' in their group despite holding immeasurable value to the SHs in their specialized skills and friendships, they've also just always had a cute kind of chemistry that I like - girlboss with the silly guy who makes her laugh (also bi4bis but aside from Usopp I think Nami would be disinterested in guys entirely)

I like SmoAce, AceSan, and DeuAce all for different reasons - smug punk getting on an older man's last nerve every single day and babygirling the hell out of him at the same time, the push and pull/taboos of a pirate x marine dynamic, how both of them are a little dissatisfied with their lot in life (constantly being on the run with no place to return to, having to answer to uncaring and at worst outright cruel higherups that cared none for what their so-called "Justice" actually meant) and find comfort in each other for what few, temporary chances they get - Sanji's bisexual awakening/the immediate angst in the wake of Marineford and what that means for the feelings he has no where to put now because Ace always said it for him (because he was too scared to on his own) - that sweet sweet first mate/captain dynamic I love 😩👌 + I kind of like the Spade pirates as they were before joining WB and all, I want to know more about the people Ace deliberately chose to surround himself with rather than the family he was adopted into

honorable mentions go to: SmoDra, BartoCav, DraKoby, DraZo, YamaAce, KilZo, whatever ship name Blue Gilly and Ideo have, IcePaulie, CrocoDaz, CoraBug, and Bege/Chiffon (literally married) no detailed reasons for why I like them, i just think they're cute for a one off thing/in general or have a good dynamic <33

additionally, i don't really like pairing law with anyone but my oc, sorryyy 〒▽〒

#cebask #one piece ships #one piece

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lemonhemlock · 2 years ago

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Hey! 👋 I don’t know if you have TikTok, but I do and whenever a HOTD vid comes on my FYP, I always see all these comments blaming Otto for the Dance. It is so annoying. I won’t deny that Otto played a big part in it, but it wasn’t his fault. People blame Otto, Rhaenyra, Alicent, and Aemond for the Dance, but I never see anyone blame the dude whose fault it actually was: ‼️VISERYS‼️The Dance is a direct consequence of his action, or rather his inaction.

1. Naming Rhaenyra heir. He apparently does this because Daemon was a bad heir and he felt guilty about killing Aemma. But in the books, when Aemma dies, he is 28 years old. Pretty young, even for medieval times. He knew he’d most likely have to remarry. He knew that the chance of having a son with his new wife was high. So why not just put up with Daemon’s bullshit for a couple years until he has a son? Aegon is born in 107 AC, literally two years after Aemma dies. If he hadn’t named her heir, the Dance wouldn’t have happened.

2. Not doing anything else. So he names Rhaenyra heir and does nothing else. He broke years of tradition and then just sat on his ass. He didn’t try to make a new law or anything. In my opinion, he should have codified the idea that the firstborn would inherit regardless of gender. I think it would have been much easier to make it a widespread thing instead of making Rhaenyra the exception. By the time he died, no one would have batted an eye at her ascending the throne and Viserys would actually be the ✨feminist king✨ Team Black thinks he is.

3. Remarrying. So, he’s a 28 year old widower when he names Rhaenyra heir. He knows people will probably be hounding him to remarry. He knows that if he remarries, he might have a son with his second wife. He knows that if he has a son with his second wife, people will think that this son is the legitimate heir to the Iron Throne. So just don’t remarry. Then Rhaenyra, as his only child, would be the only option to take the throne.

4. Not marrying them to each other. I hate to argue for incest, but they were Targs lol. After Alicent gave him 3 kids and he saw how shit was going down, he should have married Rhaenyra and Aegon. There is a 10 year age difference in the books, and it was said that they disliked each other, but that would still be preferable to a war that killed thousands.

The fact that he caused the Dance is just one of the many reasons I hate him. Anyways sorry for the rant 😌

Hi, Reina! I do have TikTok and I enjoy using it, but it's not a fandom account and I mainly use it like a normal person to collect recipes, hacks, short makeup reviews and funny animal content. I haven't been on in a couple of months though since I've been spending more time here. I am a bit wary that I'm going to get a lot of HOTD/ASOIAF clips with annoying takes.

I basically agree with all your points lol. :))

The fact that he remarried SO quickly and impregnated his new wife is so strange. That can't NOT be deliberate, I mean??? It's not like he had lost all hope of producing another son. It's so illogical. This kind of thing never would have happened IRL - Henry I only named Matilda his heir after her brother died and only until he managed to get himself a son, but that never happened and Matilda quite logically remained his only option. I think we're supposed to believe it's an emotional reaction in-universe, but, yes, it would have been much more measured to just give Alicent a chance to birth a son lol.

So, see, this is where I don't really know what he could have done to keep Rhaenyra as heir in the context of her having brothers, because this never would have been a conversation in 12th Century England. And I'm not a medievalist, so I have limited knowledge on how enforceable this supposed edict of Viserys' could have been. Medieval law adoption and enforcement is a mess and I'm not qualified to speak on it with any degree of authority, other than to point out that 'feudalism' (a term many historians take issue with anyway), in its very simplified form, implies a struggle for power between king and vassals. If this new law proved to be unpopular and the lords refused to carry it out, what would happen then? Is a law really a law if you cannot enforce it or is it just words written on a piece of paper? What exactly are the conditions via which some arbitrary rule stops being a theoretical concept and becomes an actual law? (I'm sure scholars of law and philosophy could have a field day debating these questions). All of this, should, of course be integrated in the kind of political system Westeros seems to be: the King only disposes of the Crownlands + Dragonstone* as his own personal fiefdom - militarily and resource-wise it doesn't seem to be much - and probably relies on levies collected and surrendered by vassals. The Lords Paramount are very powerful, dispose of military might and wealth, and can pose a lot of problems if they decide to rebel. As others have already pointed out, Westeros is not an absolute monarchy, however much people like to throw around that term. The Lords disagreeing with this huge change in the political and social landscape should be a very serious problem. As I keep pointing out, the historical inspiration King Henry I had his nobles swear oaths for Matilda twice, once in 1127 and once in 1131 (he died in 1135) and that still wasn't enough. I think that if the solution were as simple as "just pass a law lol", Henry would have implemented it. But it took until Queen Mary I for England to have a ruling female monarch - so nearly 400 years later.

I think the re-marrying can be explained away as Viserys needing a few extra heirs beside Rhaenyra, in case something happened to either him or his daughter. Which I can accept, but you can't eat your cake and have it, too, here. You gotta pick one: either stick with Rhaenyra and make her produce more heirs OR remarry and produce more heirs yourself. Not both.

So, yeah, people should blame Viserys for this mess, but they don't want to because Paddy gave a stellar performance that pulled at their heartstrings, so now he's father of the year and a peaceful king.

*How much wealth Dragonstone generates would actually be an interesting, if separate, discussion. Stannis doesn't seem to have a lot in the main series and feels very slighted because Robert chose to give Storm's End to Renly instead - the Stormlands appear to be the richer kingdom here. However, if I remember correctly, the worldbook states that the Targaryens became quite wealthy on Dragonstone when they moved there due to trade?

Dragonstone had been the westernmost outpost of Valyrian power for two centuries. Its location athwart the Gullet gave its lords a stranglehold on Blackwater Bay, and enabled both the Targaryens and their close allies, the Velaryons of Driftmark (a lesser house of Valyrian descent), to fill their coffers off the passing trade. Velaryon ships, along with those of another allied Valyrian house, the Celtigars of Claw Isle, dominated the middle reaches of the narrow sea, whilst the Targaryens ruled the skies with their dragons.

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