#mother and daugther

[jalicecookie]

for ya writing req post , can ya do sth w. Squid game and toddler pov? Sidechars maybe?

A/N: Hi thank you for your Request :-) So many Side Characters to choose from and Seasons sooo after a bit thinking i choose the very interesting Player 212 - Mi-nyeo Han from Season One.

TW: Mention of debts, separation anxiety and a tearful farewell

Eomma, Home soon?

You look out curiously at the deserted parking lot of the apartment complex. You've behaved really well over the last few days and haven't cried that much when the other children have been able to see their parents, when the adults have come into the foster family's home with a smile on their faces and showered their children with love, affection and pet names. And yet you felt like crying… you didn't want to be in this place… you just wanted to be with your grandma.

"Here you are, darling. Don't you want to come into the living room? Kiwi is waiting for someone to play ball with him?"

Kiwi… that was the little family dog… barely bigger than a cat and with lots of fur… maybe he was a teddy bear disguised as a dog. You like animals and since you arrived at the foster family, you have had your first and probably best contact with Kiwi…..Kiwi reminds you of your mom's cat, the cat that also had to leave home…..because mom can no longer be with you…with you…not every day…not every week…..you don't understand why. Mommy hasn't done anything bad?

"Waiting for Mommy!" you say seriously, with all the seriousness that a 3-year-old toddler can display, and slap the window with the flat of your hand to make it clear that you have to watch the parking lot very carefully.

You couldn't understand that you ended up in the foster family because your mother - also known as Mi-Nyeo Han - is in a lot of debt… and a court decided that she is not able to care for you or the baby that is now small… you didn't know that your mom had another baby… you hadn't seen each other for so long. The visits were irregular and you don't notice the protective glances from the foster parents when your mom shows up with a big grin, a cloud of alcohol surrounds her and she rushes towards you with an energetic cheer. For you, your mom is still your mom… your Eomma.

"Oh look, Kiwi wants to keep you company, isn't that nice huh?"

The pattering of paws and the quiet barking of the dog makes you look up briefly and Kiwi actually manages to distract you for a few minutes. You stroke the dog's soft fur and don't hear the exchange of words that is taking place in the hallway. The quiet words of the foster parents, who are discussing whether a complete ban on contact would be the alternative… because in their eyes Mi-Nyeon is not a good companion and an even worse mother who only thinks about herself… why else was she denied custody of a 3-year-old daughter and a small baby and both children are now in the foster family system?

It took a long time until the doorbell finally rang and your growling stomach left you feeling conflicted… what if it was mom? But you're hungry too… you've barely moved from the window seat. Kiwi barks loudly once and then runs out of the room towards the hallway.

Mom wouldn't forget you, would she? She loves you as much as you love her. And you belong together…soon you'll be able to live at home again, right? You, mom and the cat Brownie. Yes, mom really did call the cat Brownie, but Brownie doesn't have brown fur at all, she's snow white. You miss Brownie very much…but you miss your mother even more.

"….she can eat here…."

"Nonsense! I made some money and my baby girl is going to eat with me, where is she?"

"Listen Mi-Nyeo we….."

"Yeah yeah, whatever, I want to go to that ever-crowded hamburger restaurant near the main station with my daughter now…..burgers and fries yeees!"

"Mi-Nyeo please listen to us, you are clearly not in the mood….."

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?! FUCKING TELL ME AGAIN….!"

Your little heart leaps when you hear your mom's loud voice, she is never angry with you and mom was always nice to Brownie the cat too, so you don't waste any time, climb down from the windowsill and run as fast as your little feet can carry you towards the hallway.

"EOMMA!" - you call out and it doesn't take three seconds before Mi-Nyeon's pissed off face lights up and she crouches down, spreads her arms and her eyes shine with maternal happiness.

"That's my baby girl! Come to me and give your Eomma a big hug!"

You throw yourself into your mom's outstretched arms with so much momentum and euphoria that she loses her balance for a moment and lands on her back on the floor, which makes you both laugh out loud.

"Listen baby girl, Eomma has a surprise. We're going to eat hamburgers and fries today!" - said your mother after she sat up and positioned yourself on her hip. Automatically you wrap your little hands around her neck and nod enthusiastically.

"Don't even think about stalking us. I'll bring her back safe and sound, you control freaks," Mi-Nyeo said to the foster parents before she left the building complex with you in her arms and ordered the hamburgers and fries in the small, crowded restaurant as promised.

When asked if you didn't want to sit alone like a big girl instead of sitting on her lap like a koala, you said no, shocked, and just emphasized again in your words that you missed your mommy very much and wanted to go home as soon as possible… to her and Brownie the cat.

You enjoy every precious moment and as you leave the restaurant, you don't even question why your mom doesn't take you straight back to your foster parents. She's going to one of the many subway stations… she's carrying you, so you don't get lost. Ha! And let's see if anyone says Mi-Nyeo has no sense of responsibility.

"YOU! I've thought about it! I want to play against YOU again!"

You look curiously at your mother's face as she heads towards a man with a briefcase and suit on one of the empty subway platforms who is just about to leave.

"Baby girl, sit down there and watch, OK?" - you wanted to protest and would much rather continue to hide your head in the crook of your neck or under your mom's jacket when the strange adult in the suit casts such an intense look at you… but your mom says the words so sternly that you just sulk and let her sit you on the floor.

The two adults talk to each other and the man in the suit opens the briefcase, takes out two game pieces… one red and one blue… you tilt your head and wonder what kind of game this is.

It doesn't take long before Mi-Nyeo plays against the salesman… and wins. Not just some money, but also a card.

With a broad grin, she takes the card and puts you in her arms again before heading towards the exit of the station.

"Circle, triangle, square," you take a look at the side of the small card that your mom is holding in her hands and you recognize symbols.

"Such a clever girl!", your mom praises you and turns the card over once….you don't know these symbols but your mother walks into a dark side alley with you in her arms when you're back on the surface and dials the number on the card.

"Would you like to take part in the games?"

"Fuck yes! Who would say no to that?!"

"Come to the address mentioned above on the following date…"

You don't understand exactly what's coming out of the phone, but it seems to make mom happy, so you just snuggle up a little closer to her and listen to her heartbeat. Sometimes that calms you down…..the thought of having to leave again and go back to the foster family scared you…..you just want to stay with your Eomma!

"Okay baby girl, listen to me, it's possible that Eomma won't come to the next meeting, she has to do something, and if that works out, I'll take you to my place… and we'll buy a nicer apartment… and finally be happy again… but you have to be strong and brave, right?"

"Okay Eomma," you just murmur and reach for a strand of hair to gently play with it.

You don't notice how tears form in your mother's eyes, you twirl the strand of hair around your right index finger… Mommy's hair is always so curly and pretty… I wonder if you'll have such pretty hair when you grow up.

"And then… I'll introduce you to your baby brother… I promise," - she murmurs lovingly and gives you a tight hug.

The farewell in the foster family's apartment is loud, tearful and full of tears, you hit and bite your foster mother who tries to pick you up when Mi-Nyeo puts you down on the sofa in the living room with a heavy heart and you make grabby hands up to your Eomma.

"Eomma, not by by! Me coming with you!", - you cry and when Mi-Nyeon bends down to say her last words of farewell, you cling to her, crying and shaking.

"Sssssh baby girl, Eomma is coming back. She just has to go away for a little while……," - Mi-Nyeo tries to calm you down and rocks you gently back and forth like a very small baby….you actually hate it when anyone tries that….but with your Eomma it's different…..and it's the only thing that can calm you down right now.

Only slowly do you stop shaking and can finally be sat down on the sofa again….your mom carefully takes your little hands in her big hands and looks at you with a look so full of love and affection.

"You are a little fighter, a brave little fighter , who won't let anything get you down - until Eomma comes back and we're a family again, right?"

You nod.

"Eomma home soon?" - you ask and Mi-Nyeon nods, gives you a final goodbye kiss on your hair and then leaves the apartment.

You will cling to this promise like a life preserver in the coming days.

Because you want to be brave and courageous for your Eomma.

She promised to come back soon and then you can go home… to Brownie the cat and you'll meet your baby brother.

And Eomma has never broken a promise to you.

Never.

How could you have guessed that this promise would never come true?

It would tear the ground from under your feet… like shattering glass plates… from normal window glass and not safety glass!

THE END

[peaceandlovemotherfuckers]

I made the mistake of talking about the unspoken.

If you are a daughter, and you have a mother, you know what it is.

The thing.

The slimy uncomfortably object not materialized that can never be said out loud to each other, or else it will become truth.

it's true. you're sure of it. you've been talking about it quiet as the mouses, in the kitchen, trying to find barely there crumbs with your sister ever since you both been old enough to see the same pain in each others eyes.

The house was shook.

I cried, accidentally, which made everything worse.

Mother told her piece.

but then again, has she ever not said her piece?

I said sorry.

i was not sorry, but there is no reason to extend something that i know will not lead to anything but pain. only for me

She went to bed.

I did the same. There is no use in crying for the spilled milk.

there is no use in crying for a pain that will never go away because the cause simply cannot understand how it can hurt someone in the first place

Can the boogeyman ever go away if we pretend that is not under the bed?

[thedreamdancer]

Silence. No words were spoken. The only thing that broke the silence was the crackeling sound oft he wood burning. The laugther outside oft he cabin. And even though there was no absolute silence it was bearing heavy on the chest of the women brushing through the hair of her daugther. Her daugther, the preciuous gift oft he gods. The one she couldn’t protect. It was hard for her, yet she smiled. For one the youngest of her daugthers was here. Safe and sound. She wouldn’t let anything happen to her again. Not until she was like her. Not until she would have pages on her own in the book of valkyries. „ I am sorry for letting this happen to you, my sweet child.“ The older oft he two blondes whispers, while braiding the hair of the girl sitting in front of her. „If I’ve known.. I would've never left you.“ The younger of the two nodded. She knew that. Yes, she was angry but that passed a long time ago. „ I am safe now. I am here.“ She turned to her mother and reached out for her hand. „Mother..“ It’s been a while since she called her that. Not because she didn’t wanted to, but only because it would bring up to many question among other. The two blonde valkyries looked more like sisters than mother and daugther. Soon enough it would be even more so. It wouldn’t be long until Thyra would be claimed by her blood. And that was the reason Eir left her daugther so many years with her father. But here. Here in this small villiage, they called Lille Valhall, they don’t have to hide. For it was a safe haven for them. Valkyries came there, either to hide from the mortales for a while, some to raise their children so they wouldn’t have to leave them behind.

[befemininenow]

Yesterday was a special day in honor and tribute to all the mothers in several countries around the world. Some of us got to spend time with our loved one while others remember the good times when our mothers were still in this world. In times where things can be tough, it’s always good to find solutions and comfort with a nurturing mother figure in your side.

Although this comic was uploaded months ago on Twitter by Pink Horizons*, it fits so well with the theme of mother knowing and accepting her child. The bond of both mother and trans daughter in this story is so heartwarming, some of us wish for a close relationship like that. Just because there are women who disown their transgender children make doesn’t mean all mothers will be the same. For a mother to be happy, their biggest wish is to see their kids be genuinely happy with themselves. If you still have your mother or any mother figure around, give her at least a message and thank her for her love and support. Happy belated Mother’s Day!

*Pink Horizons is the original creator and owner of these pics. I am just the uploader.

For Pink Horizons’ page, go to: https://twitter.com/shining_sof

For the link to the original pics, go to: https://twitter.com/shining_sof/status/1621258656003006465?cxt=HHwWgoCxgY2K7_8sAAAA

For the extra bride pic, go to: https://twitter.com/shining_sof/status/1647608980510855170?cxt=HHwWhMC-we3ovd0tAAAA

[trashfactorysstuff]

I’ve been thinking on a Au where Mizu was raised by Abijah but soon everything is starting to go downhill once she’s start meeting Taigen and questioning who is her true father.

I animated that short scene because my friend kept insisting too much on it. Scene from “The Legend of Korra”

[wookiecookiesfactory]

I do not hc andromeda and ted as highschool sweethearts, if anything I like to image they met after andromeda graduated hogwarts and she started working at some office or something, much against her familys wishes, and ted was like her 40s year old boss.

Which makes her opposing Tonks and Remus relationship hilarious, like "yes, I am very much happy in my cuestionable age gap relationship that turned me into a pariah in my social circle but YOU CANT"

[soooooolar]

the dream of my life is for someone to love me so much that I begin to transcend, shine and become a six foot seven inches tall woman with blue eyes and flowing blonde hair who has a sword and flies on a horse with wings

[cuntyfieddemon]

ENOUGH TIME HAS PASSED. i need to be very real about evanora harkness.

let's be clear, i hate her guts for the shit she made agatha go through. but there's one thing that makes me go feral about her idc if im the only one alive feeling that way but,,, her accent. im obsessed with it. it's so hot. "i ought to have killed you the moment you left my bœdy" IT'S MEAN. IT'S SEXY. IT LIVES RENT FREE IN MY VERY INSANE LESBIAN MIND. what can i do to have motherhag break the cuntmeter while she whispers mean and detrimental words of affirmation in my ears as foreplay?? and look im so bad at accent idek what accent she uses but i can't get enough of it!!! i really hope she comes back to haunt them girlies even if it's to serve mother issues and more trauma to agatha on a golden plate (i love this kind of storyline i won't apologize for the freak i have become)! !

also let's just take a moment to appreciate kate forbes' acting! this woman's game goes so hard... in just a few lines she made a whole fandom wish her character the all-time fucking worst. i need her in more marvel stuff she's such a good and evil villain 🥰

[psychicvoidtale]

have the silly 5yr old

I draw her whit mady

[calrose-nightingale]

The Daughters (and Granddaughter) of Triton

I used to watch these movies a lot growing up and still enjoy them today. I always thought they were all so cool and pretty, now here I am able to doodle them out!

[jenniesban]

watching yellowjackets and kinda going crazy about taivan.

[sasukarin-gallery-2024]

Mother and daughter in law <333

[befemininenow]

Very late Mother's Day post, but it's better late than never. This is more or less relating to the events that trans girls/women go through depending on the circumstance. No matter what they go through, they all have at least a supportive maternal figure they can rely to. On one of them, they are even a maternal figure themselves. I wrote a small story based on using these illustrations, each with their different scenario. All of them include a supporting mother. To those mothers who support their trans children, old or young, you are all amazing! To all of you, I hope your Mother’s Day was amazing. Hugs to all of you!

Captions are made by me. Pictures belong to Themirrorsotherside of DeviantArt. AI art created through DreamAI.

Based on the order of the pics:

Pic 1 shows a young Japanese trans girl trying out her grandmother’s old sailor fuku after she comes out to her. Being the only mother figure for the girl, grandma supports her journey and will do anything to see her now granddaughter smile.

Pic 2 shows a South Asian (probably Indian) trans girl wearing her mother’s old wedding dress and admiring their reflection. The mother may not understand at first, but she will do anything to make her child happy. Pic 3 shows the same girl (now an adult) years after her transition, ready to marry her groom. The mother is very proud of her trans daughter for becoming the woman she was meant to be.

Pic 4 is about a trans woman wanting to see her kids after her ex-wife divorced her and prohibited her from seeing her kids, despite being legally allowed to see them and paying support. On the other hand, her ex mother-in-law, who has been supportive of her transition and is against her daughter‘s bigoted views, hatches an idea. Pic 5 shows the ex mother-in-law on the right being excited of her daughter-in-law’s successful makeover. The plan is to disguise as her ex-wife’s lost “cousin” who is paying a visit to see her “aunt”. She does this as a way to challenge her daughter’s views and for her grandchildren, who have been eager to see their other parent for years, to reunite with them.

Pic 6 shows a young teen seeing a girl in their mirror after months of dealing with gender dysphoria. They’re afraid that their mother won’t accept them for being transgender. Pic 7 is the young teen, who has come out to her mother, admiring her reflection after her mother gives them a makeover. The young trans girl tears up after seeing their reflection match her inner identity, as well as receiving the maternal love and support she desired.

Pic 8 is about a trans mother and daughter being happy together. Despite them having troubled times due to a rocky transition, her daughter loves her parent and accepts her as her new mom due to her only mother figure abandoning them after she cheats on her then-husband.

Extra pic 9: Some grow up wishing to be like their role models while others may wish to be like their mother. Princess Ariel knows what it’s like to not be born human, so it’s no surprise she’s your role model. However, how would things turn out if she was your mother?

Extra pic 10: Turns out, both of you are similar. Ariel knows what it’s like to be born in the wrong body and has made it possible for you to live in the right one as well. Nothing is as beautiful as seeing you smile the brightest since forever.

[hileonizm]

hot mothers have hot daughters

[bullshitpoetry]

I sometimes see my mum in the way I stand when I think or the way I wrinkle my nose when confused.

I see her in the way I say certain phrases or make certain jokes.

And every time I realize, I wince.

I love my mum, yet I do not want to become her.

[thegirlintheblackdress]

Grace, by Eduard von Gebhardt