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I have no original thoughts today.
Have a Philomena Cunk as a pallet cleanser.
#mother is so wise#she is a prophet before her time#philomena cunk#my brain is empty#smooth brain#not ridges or lumps#The bbc let her have power#“not literally out of his vagina#he was the youngest person to die of old age#that’s gonna be me I swear to god#sorry no Batman today kids
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Character parallels: Wyll Ravengard (Baldur's Gate 3) | Anora Mac Tir (Dragon Age: Origins)
#bg3#wyll ravengard#ulder ravengard#dragon age#dragon age origins#anora mac tir#loghain mac tir#constantly rotating these 2 in my mind. cause i love Suffering.#this also doesnt include their similar ages/their mothers/their sense of humour/their surprise at your concern for them#and the fact that they both get overwhelming hate fandom-wise (or ignored totally)#but like!!! their childhood love of fighting monsters!#being more isolated as a kid!#being the child of a hero but not being 'true' nobility#devoting yourself to the people to the point where you fade away as person#holding onto your father because he's your father. and it's so hard but you love him. and you'll always forgive him.#whatever. gonna go cry in the washroom brb.
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Theory: If Messmer is Marika’s sword (spear), Godwyn is her shield.
Yes I made another doomed Mother & Son presentation slide: eldest sons edition 🙏😔
EDIT 1: adding a bit to this, the theme music of Godwyn's Death Knight is a rearrangement of Erdtree Knight OST (aka Tree Sentinels theme)
(Messmer’s timeline) (discussion of Radagon’s shady behavior)
#elden ring#queen marika the eternal#messmer the impaler#godwyn the golden#radagon of the golden order#er brainrot#golden doomed mother and son#ok now that I’ve got this off my chest I can go draw now jfc#the greatshield talisman description moved me so much I have to type all that out that’s crazy#this might be an unpopular opinion because I think it’s a fandom-wise interpretation that Godwyn’s friendship with Fortissax is wholeso#*wholesome…but idk every single Leyndell Knight & their mom using Lightning power and no one even bothered to put Granssax’s corpse away?#it doesn’t sit well with me I fear#also the dlc drawing 1000 parallels between the favour from Marika that messmer and godwyn’s knights received lol#dont even get me start in Godwyn has golden bracelets and Messmer has a golden ring
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let’s fucking go
#Sorry I haven’t seen posts on it yet like . the confirmation wise and I’m excited#I would post this on main but I have more trials followers here <3#I’m frothing at the mouth#I wanna ramble so bad im normal tho lol#outlast trials#Leland Coyle#mother gooseberry
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“Someone more like…Well, you…”
“…But in your prime…”
#the band ghost#papa Nihil#Cardinal copia#okay just off the bat tho: I’m not saying Copia looks like his father#just that of the siblings he looks the MOST like Nihil. and even that’s a stretch#it’s mostly in his nose and jawline if anything#I think the tendency of likening Terzo to Nihil comes from the fact they both have black hair#anyway realistically Copia only just barely resembles Nihil more but for my personal sanity#I reason that genetics Are Just That Way#Copia has a mother and ancestors from both sides to pull genes from#so he’s more likely than not going to look different#(though he cannot outrun his parents’ matching noses. genetics-wise. he cut the poor thing off :’C)#tho I do think it’d be hilarious if Cardi DID better resemble a younger Nihil more obviously#and Nihil keeps grumbling about “that dumb mug of his’’#never once noticing that that’s HIS dumb mug with a few features of Sister’s
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g/t ocs who you occasionally make same size and same size ocs who you occasionally make g/t sound like the same but actually could not be more different
#g/t#giant tiny#like vibe wise. does this make sense#if i make my gt ocs same size its usually like. for fluff or whatever#if i make my same size ocs gt then. well. its to psycologically torture them#theyre uninitiated into gt u gotta throw them in the deep end#hi its 6am and i wanna sleep but im still working on my mothers day gift so i cant#IM ALMOST DONE THO. PRAY FOR ME
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i remember seeing someone say they thought sydney was a lesbian because she was "staring longingly at a lesbian couple" in sundae and that was honestly when i stopped taking people's thoughts on the characters, ships and overall show so seriously
#you mean the mother and daughterrr?#people don't know what they're talking about#so in the wise words of ariana grande#whyyy do i tryyyyy#sydney adamu#the bear
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I'm begging on my hands and knees for more Twilight au, and those are words I never thought I'd say! Anakin being able to resist compulsion, and Obi-Wan seeming instantly obsessed, and poor Shmi! Pretty please 🥺🙏
hey!! sure! here's some more!
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Having a sheriff for a mom sucked a lot when he was a kid growing up in a small town. There was probably nothing Anakin was rebelling against more at eleven, at thirteen, at seventeen than the rule of law his mother represented.
All things considered, she was pretty good at separating her home life from her worklife. It was Anakin who was bad at respecting the separation, Anakin who couldn’t keep son out of delinquent. There’s only so many times he could be pulled out of wreckage and bars and buildings with Keep Out No Trespassing signs on them before he got The Sheriff at home and out in public.
He’d hated it growing up and had come to grudgingly respect it later and in fits and starts. His dad dying had, terribly and ironically, helped a lot. His mother had had a stroke just before and then Anakin had been faced with the possibility of being an orphan, and the terror of that had mellowed him out.
Sorta.
He still hates a lot of things about his mother’s job. Especially the fact that she’s the sheriff of a very small town.
And when people talk, she listens.
The thing about small towns is that everyone’s always fucking talking. And other people are always fucking lsitening so they can talk later. One big fucking community, which means when Anakin comes home from his weird doctor’s appointment with Dr. Kenobi, a few hours later because he took a detour biking along the edge of the seaside cliffs just to spit in the good doctor’s metaphorical face, Shmi Skywalker already knows more than Anakin ever planned to tell her.
Like, for instance, “Sheila says that Dr. Kenobi thought it would behoove you to spend some time at the local library volunteering.”
Anakin pauses, backpack half-slung off his shoulders. He hangs his stuff up slowly, careful to keep his tone very light. “Did Sheila say what I told him after he said that?”
His mom’s silence is very loud.
“I don’t want to do i—”
“I asked the new librarian about it on my way home from the station. She thinks it’s a wonderful idea. Apparently we used to have a program like that in the forties but it died out during the war.”
“Mom, come on—”
“It’ll look good on resumes, saying you created and supported a local reading program.”
“Yeah, but I’m a bit too old to be applying for babysitting positio—”
“It’ll look good for me as well,” Shmi says in her sheriff voice. “Elections are coming up soon. It’ll be good, if my kid was involved in the community.”
Anakin’s glad that his back is still turned to the living room, where his mom is sitting. “Are you gonna run again?” he asks, paying special attention to his tone this time.
“Why wouldn’t I?�� his mom replies. “I’ve been sheriff for a decade and a half.”
Anakin lets his eyes fall closed for a second, knowing that his face can’t be seen. This is how they end up half the time: Shmi’s ardent belief that she is invincible, going up against Anakin’s desperate desire for her to be so.
And they just don’t talk about it. As if they’re actually in agreement.
He knows how this is going to shake out.
“Do you have any plans tomorrow?” His mother asks.
Anakin’s eyes remain closed. “I guess so,” he says.
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Mrs. Kenobi—call me Satine—is sort of scary up close. She’s tall. She glides between bookshelves. Anakin’s never met someone who glides before. And she’s so intensely, incredibly, blindingly perfect that Anakin would rather be anywhere but in her vicinity. There’s something incredibly unnerving about the symmetry of her face, the sharpness of her cheekbones. She’s obviously an absolute knock-out, just drop-dead gorgeous, but it makes Anakin’s skin crawl and his heart beat fast, but not in a good way or a normal teenage boy way.
Anakin tries to keep the unease off his face as Satine leads him through a tour of the library, a gentle hand on his forearm. That’s another thing Anakin doesn’t really like. She’s wearing satin gloves. He doesn’t know anyone who wears gloves anymore.
It’s just all a bit…unsettling.
“I put in a few words around the school yesterday afternoon,” Satine tells him. They pass by the mystery section, the fantasy section, and take a hard right into the young adult section. The shelves are smaller here, and Anakin feels rather stupidly gigantic as he and Satine walk through them. “To some parents picking their children up after school. They agreed it would be good exposure to bring them to the library for an hour or so of reading before supper.”
Anakin highly doubts it will be, but Satine hasn’t really asked him.
She sweeps past his figure and pushes open a pair of double doors with a flourish better suited for a Russian tsarina hosting an elaborate ball than a small town librarian showing off a small, cramped, and dusty room filled with padded seats and threadbare rugs.
And then, as if she has been waiting to put the last nail in the proverbial coffin, Satine adds, “A few students from the local high school will be here as well.”
“Sorry,” Anakin says, “are you saying I’m going to be reading to high school students? Can’t they do that themselves?”
After all, Anakin went to high school here. Academics hadn’t been too rigorously challenging, but they’d taught the fucking basics.
Satine raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow in his direction. “They’ll be volunteering as well.”
Oh. Right.
“It looks good on their college applications,” Satine waves a hand through the air and the words linger there. Anakin looks out the rather dirty window, jaw clenching. “I’ve already chosen a handful of books I think the young ones will enjoy.”
Anakin, committed to his fate, pads over to the titles placed carefully ontop of a short, stout side table.
“Peter the Rabbit,” he reads off the top. “Peter Pan. Alice in Wonderland. Treasure Island. The Prince and the Pauper—look, you’re the librarian here, but don’t you have anything written this century maybe? Harry Potter, even.”
“These are classics,” Satine tells him, her nose raised into the air as if she has encountered something particularly foul-smelling. She turns away, presumably to return to the front desk so she can welcome half the fucking town inside the library so Anakin can read them fucking Anne of Green Gables and become a better person.
“These are fucking boring,” he mutters to himself, flicking the cover of the first book, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz open. Publication date: 1900. “I’d rather be in Kenobi’s office getting lectured at.”
There’s a sharp noise of disapproval from the doorway, and Anakin’s head snaps up to see the tail end of a very heated look from the librarian before the door closes behind her.
He shivers, alone in the emply room, and it takes several long minutes for his heart to settle back into its normal pace.
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After the fourth kid sneezes, Anakin closes his book with a snap and stands from the very small chair they’ve got him sitting on. “Come on,” he tells the cluster of children he’s been assigned to. “We’re getting out of here.”
“Are you kidnapping us?” One of them, a snot-nosed kid who’d started the sneezing says, rubbing at her cheek beneath her glasses. “Cause mommy says that’s not allowed.”
“I’m not kidnapping you,” Anakin snaps back, barely holding in his natural follow-up to the sentence which is of course, I don’t want to be around any of you in the first place. “Also, just for future reference, you shouldn’t ask if someone’s kidnapping you after you already start following them.”
The girl scowls and reaches up her hand to hold onto Anakin’s.
For the love of Christ.
“We’re just going to go into the main part of the library,” Anakin tells his children, all six of them. “They have windows out there.”
They have windows out there and they also have parents. Parents who absolutely should be doing other things with their lives and precious hour of extra freetime.
Parents who are clustered instead around the library’s front desk as the town’s newest librarian holds court.
“Is reading time over?” one of the kids asks him, turning his head to look up at Anakin.
Anakin thinks about it. “Do you want reading time to be over?”
The kid thinks about it back. “Yeah,” he decides. “You don’t do the voices good.”
“It’s a boring book,” Anakin tells the kid. “Voices aren’t going to make it better.”
“Voices always make it better,” another kid says. “They make everything better.”
“Oh look,” Anakin says. “Is that your father?”
He gestures vaguely towards the cluster of drooling middle-aged somethings focused on Satine.
The kid peeks around his thigh and then shakes his head. “No,” he says. “That’s Dr. Obi.”
“Dr. Obi!” The kid holding Anakin’s hand says, and she lets go.
Anakin gets a bad feeling about this, a feeling that only doubles when he turns around to see Dr. Kenobi sauntering towards him, hands tucked into the pockets of a long dark jacket that makes him look even more pale than he already is.
He scowls automatically as the man gets closer. “Dr. Obi.”
Dr. Kenobi spares him a look that’s far too amused for Anakin’s pleasure before he crouches down to the level of the kids. “Hello there, young ones,” he says, opening his arms to accept a hug from the traitor of a girl Anakin’s just spent thirty minutes reading to. “Are you eating all your vegetables? Even the brussel sprouts?”
“I like brussel sprouts,” one of the kids reports sounding proud, and that starts a cacophony of opinions about brussel sprouts from all around Anakin.
“Wow! One of mine just absolutely hates them,” Dr. Kenobi says. “She refuses to eat them, so you’re very brave, Michele.” He lets go of the girl and turns his golden-brown gaze up to Anakin. “And what does Mr. Skywalker think?” he asks, raising a hand for Anakin to take. It’s very obvious he’s asking for a hand up and Anakin is obeying before he thinks about it. He snatches his hand free almost too soon, but Dr. Kenobi doesn’t even have the grace to lose his balance and fall over.
His hand is like ice in Anakin’s, and Anakin stuffs his fingers into the pocket of his jacket automatically a second later.
“Do brussel sprouts help with circulation?” he’s biting out before he can stop himself. “Cause you may need some then.”
Kenobi’s head tilts very slightly to the side as his eyes catch and hold onto Anakin’s. “Oh?” he asks lightly.
“You’re cold,” is all Anakin mutters in return. He swipes his other hand against the back of his neck. “”S poor circlutation, isn’t it? Something in your diet maybe?” Dr. Kenobi blinks at him and then breaks into a wide smile. “I can assure my diet is very…circulation-mindful,” he says. “Blood health positive.”
Anakin’s mouth thins into a line. He guesses that’s what he gets for trying to give health advice to a doctor, especially a doctor like Kenobi who just so happens to be devastatingly attractive and also smart.
And also an asshole. And also married.
Speaking of which. “Are you here to fend off your wife’s admirers with a scalpel?” Kenobi’s eyebrows raise. “Young ones,” he turns his head away from Anakin, down to the children.
The strangest feeling breaks of Anakin the second Kenobi looks away, almost as if a strange pressure he hadn’t even realized had been building was suddenly dissolved.
The very small beginnings of a headache begin to thrum in his temples.
“Young ones, it’s time to find your parents, isn’t it?” Kenobi says, and like fucking magic, the crowd of six children around Anakin disperse, children swarming away from him towards the group of adults surrounding the front desk.
“Can you teach me how to do that?” Anakin blurts out, even though he’d meant to ignore Kenobi now that he doesn’t have to make nice in front of small kids. Not that he was really making nice in the first place. But now he definitely doesn’t have to.
Kenobi gives him a half-smile, eyes heavy-lidded. “It’s a special sort of skill that takes, above all else, much practice.”
Anakin scowls. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Does Kenobi think he can’t commit himself to something even as mundane as a fucking commanding persona? Does he think he doesn’t have it in him to be–-
Kenobi’s eyebrows go up again. “Has anyone ever told you that you are exceedingly defensive?”
“You’re extremely nosey,” Anakin snaps back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t you have better things to focus on right now anyway?”
He gestures loosely towards Satine, who has started playing with one of the mother’s bracelets as the other woman stands and looks at her rather dumbfounded.
Kenobi follows his gaze and then lets out a huff of laughter. “Satine can take care of herself,” he says, even though it hadn’t really been Satine that Anakin was worried about.
He’s about to open his mouth to say so when Kenobi turns back to him. His eyes are piercing, a dark, captivating sort of gold.
“Do you find my wife beautiful, Anakin?” he asks.
Anakin blinks. His headache is getting worse, which is probably down to what can only be a trick-question fashioned to look like a grenade lobbed at his feet. “I don’t think there’s a good answer to that,” he mutters, rubbing absently at his forehead. “What the fuck.”
“An honest answer is a good one,” Kenobi says lightly. “Tell me honestly.”
The words feel pulled from Anakin’s stomach, and he’s opening his mouth before he realizes it. “No,” he says.
Kenobi’s eyebrows crinkle together. “No?”
Anakin curses his stupid impulse control. “She’s beautiful,” he adds quickly. “Really. But…it makes me uncomfortable.”
Kenobi’s lips purse, and then there’s something like disappointment in his eyes as he examines Anakin. “Ah yes,” he murmurs. “I’ve been told my wife can make countless young men feel rather uncomfortable. It’s normal in men your age, Anakin. Sexual ar—”
“Uncanny,” Anakin blurts out. He doesn’t mean to, but he also doesn’t want to listen to Kenobi trying to lecture him on fucking arousal in the public library. When it’s not even relevant. “She’s so beautiful, it’s uncanny.”
“Uncanny.”
“Yeah, like. Monstrous.”
Kenobi’s mouth falls open, pink lips parted in what looks like honest surprise.
Anakin’s own eyes widen as it hits him that he’s just called Kenobi’s wife a monster to Kenobi’s face.
“Shit,” he says. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m going to go.”
He throws a look at Kenobi, whose eyes are lit with something a lot like interest and then across the library to where Satine’s head is turned, cocked, and eyebrows up high on her forehead, as if she’s just heard everything he’s said.
He decides rather immediately that he’s going to take the backdoor exit.
#asks#twilight au#obikin#a couple of things:#all the books mentioned are published before 1920 because satine was probably a young mother around that time#imo she became a vampire during ww1#brussel sprouts tasted very bitter in the 60s through the 90s before we tweaked how they were grown genetics wise#so kids used to hate them and one of the vampires in obi-wan's coven was a kid during the 60s so has strong memories of brussel sprouts#being awful#satine's special vampire power is her beauty which is like double that of the normal enthralling/alluring/perfect predator beauty#so anakin's own sort of immunity to vampire powers a la bella means he just finds it unnerving and uncanny#but he did fall prey to obi-wans mind trick at the end there because the immunity thing i think would be something he has to practice#to get strong at#so his immunity kicked in at satine's beauty and it didn't affect him#but he couldn't also effectively protect himself from obi-wan's mind compulsion#to tell the truth#because systems overloaded
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Reading the first and second issue of "Lost day", is realizing how the writers screwed Jason and Talia's relationship over with racist writing. Their relationship is clearly paralleling a mother-son relationship, and it's been made very clear as well throughout the issues. Talia was willing to help Jason, so Bruce couldn't mourn him. She wanted Jason in a healthy state for Bruce. It's also in the way she takes care of Jason. She looks at Jason as if he is her son she never had (before Damian). It's textually proven that's what their relationship is, so their sexual relationship was 100% racist writing, since Talia is an Arab-Chinese woman. It was a stereotype used, which should've just been retconned.
#brutalia#so so heavily brutalia textually wise#bruce wayne#talia al ghul#jason todd#red hood: lost days#anaylsis#talia and jason has a mother/son relationship#this was just racist writing#jaytalia should be a platonic mother/son tag#not a romantic tag#fuck you
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Takuma x Reader where you and him used to attend Jujutsu High together, however for one reason or another you stopped going. Maybe it was your clan's decision or perhaps something happened with you, but either way you were no longer involved with the Jujutsu society.
The better word to describe you would be a curse user, a vigilante and what Jujutsu sorcerers describe as their enemy.
You and Takuma haven't seen each other since the moment you left. He was under the impression you passed away, gripping onto the hope that you were simply forced to live a normal life. All those years... until one day he is tasked with a mission.
He's not weak by any means but even a powerful sorcerer would struggle with an ambush. And he does struggle right until you show up and pull him out of the clutches of the other curse users. Dragging his limp body away from what on a good day you would describe as your colleagues.
You don't recognise him at first and with your face covered he doesn't recognise you/ He's simply a random sorcerer you didn't want to see beaten to death... until you see that scar of his and he sees your face.
You recognise each other. You, a person he thought dead. A friend and so much more. Him, like a light from the past. You found each other at last.
And yes I know where I was going with this but I'm too sleepy to type it up.
#jujutsu kaisen#ino takuma#takuma x reader#toonce ideas#Girl Alone by mother mother started playing when I shuffled my playlist#so that was the inspo tone wise I guess#toonce thoughts
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Of all the languages Meme could speak and she chose the truth
#speak your truth queen !!!! iktr Meme for AFP AND BB25 winner !!!!#this is so entertaining to go down and the spiraling of everyone but at the end of the day logically I fear Reilly gotta go#we can take Cam next week I don’t like him at all but the alliance will fall apart if he goes out this week !!!!#like I get it. I am an empath and that’s why I would never go on bb bc I would be crying 24/7 probs but game wise y’all gotta know what the#best option is !!!!!#I am so excited for the vote idk what’s gonna happen but Mecole spitting facts I love her#her and Cody surprisingly are such a delight to see play if a white men gotta win ig Cody isn’t that bad tbh#Izzy is also fun to see spiral SLSKSKS and Cirie mothering#bb25#big brother#mecole
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there's a subset of "he would not fucking say that" when it comes to peoples...personal interpretations of characters in media thats like. His ass would NOT be a good father to your children 😭
#i mean i cant say anything bc id do the opposite like if a character i enjoyed had and wanted children...not anymore#talkys#but i jst think its so funny....''you jst know je'd be such a good dad!'' NO HE WOULD NOT? 😭#i also just think its so boring like if youre gonna make a character a parent at least explore them being a bad one 😭#i had a mutual talk about smthng adjacent to this recently about like why is it that women characters#who become mothers also suddenly become wise and motherly like why cant they be bad at it#anyway yeah no they would be an absent parent and you know that#I GET IT bc it can be whatever you want in your brainzone but ykwim
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Narmada and her sister Sharika are the daughters of prominent Tamil feminist and human rights activist Rajini Thiranagama, who was murdered when they were children. Every time they speak of her I move away from grief that her life was so brutally cut short, to joy that she spent those years living a life more full of light and love than many can fit into a hundred. Nothing can compare to the legacy of being remembered this way by your children.
#i can't believe she was younger than me when she was killed#her daughters are several years older than me#it must be strange to live past the age your parent did#to realize the person in those wise and hallowed memories is now a peer and now much junior#i have so much awe and pride for the people who stood up to the blood drenched terrorism of the govt and of the militias that opposed them#i always wish i could ask them how they didn't drown the fear and despair#rajini knew they'd kill her and made her peace with it. even though she knew she'd be leaving her children behind#she and her husband seems to have been absolute relationship goals. an equal partnership?? in the 70s and 80s?? in this country??#talk about modelling self-worth for your daughters#parenting#wholesome#child rights#feminism#activism#advocacy#rajini thiranagama#sri lanka#mental health#tw death mention#mothers and daughters#knee of huss
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#helluva boss#hellaverse#stella goetia#andrealphus#helluva boss stella#helluva boss andrealphus#(*personally I feel like if either of them died it'd be most fitting to be Andre imho*)#(*not just of him being so lately-added but just... idk his role rn as 'the scheming uncle' doesn't seem very 'substantial'; story-wise?*)#(*at least compared to Stella who's the -actual- ex/mother of Stolas' child (who'll most likely be turned against him by the finale)*)#(*potentially 'doubling the playing field' more if she got a bigger antagonist spotlight for future seasons?*)#(*-theeeen again given the show's track record with female characters... yeah I lowkey wouldn't be surprised if Stella died instead .x.;;*)#(*'disappointed but not surprised' basically- >>*)
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Thinking about the fact that they had Maron be the saytr that brought Will to camp-
THEN WENT AND GAVE HIM A NYMPH GIRLFRIEND NAMED NAOMI?? I KNOW IT'S LIKE A ACTIVE GREEK NAME AND ALL BUT??? 😭
Idk if he keeps any contact with Will though. Cause I never thought he actually did any Protector stuff in awhile?? Maybe he was just in the area but idk hdfd
But, he just doesn't seem to be as close to any demigods as Grover and Couch Hedge. The cloven counsel in general always felt separate from over satyrs in duties.
But if he did keep in touch with Will, I'm just imagine how awkward it is to have your old protector have a gf with the same name as your mom fsgsg.
Like-common name probably and all, but it's still funny to imagine.
Poor Will XD
#maron pjo#pjo maron#maron satyr#will solace#william andrew solace#pjo will#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo hoo toa#pjo fandom#pjo#pain rambles#it's way too funny to me for some reason#idk why#also why did maron suddenly pop up in two books in a row???#like yeah he's more mentioned/ dream in tsats#but??? where that come from???#cause let's be honest most of us forgot they existed for the most part after tlo#i would like to see how Maron was as a protector personality wise#like. Will doesn't seem to have any overly neg or positive feelings when thinking about him#so maybe he just was neutral and get job over with type? idk#mosy saytrs seemed to have a close connection to the old demigods they brought to camp#Clarisse is literally couch hedges' choice for his son's god mother iirc#and he and Mellie work closely with Piper's dad#so idk#thinking about it
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what doesn’t kill you makes you?
#this might be a little hard to decipher image wise#but that is simply no longer my problem#this beastie is outa my hands#(its taylor crying at her mothers grave and crying at her own respectively)#fun with shading!#worm#parahumans#taylor hebert#skitter#weaver#khepri#my art#cw insects#we're so very small in the end ect ect
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