#older sibling behavior source: me :)

[caramelteaa]

Qsmp but it's the owl house au art/doodle dump

Welcome to the Crow House!

Philza the Crow Man. A powerful witch that lives in the forest. Seldom appears in public except when he's in town to sell potions and interesting nick-nacks.

(does not have a permit to sell stuff)

Has made peace with his curse and can turn into crow mode on command. Still pretty powerful just not as he used to.

Is not in any coven.

Had two kids before Chay and Lullah

Techno and Ghastly(oc)

(old assigned name was Blade and Phantom)

Orphans that Phil found in the forest. They were not born hybrids. First batch of the only survivors from the Federation experiment in creating powerful hybrids when back then normal demon-witch hybrids were rare.

Self proclaimed twins, they agreed on Techno being older by 5 minutes.

Their souls were linked :)

Design wise Techno was a hybrid with some sort of boar demon, physically he was very strong for his age.

Ghastly was a hybrid I took inspiration from Phantom and Ghostbur(my oc now bitch)

They both went under a lot of growing pain. Magic wise they were powerful but had difficulty controlling them, especially Techno, Phil helped a lot.

Inspired by toh episode promo arts

Chayanne was found by Missa during his stay at Quesadilla Island, and decided to stay for longer to raise him. At some point Chayanne got very sick and Missa cannot heal him, leading him to search for the mysterious Crow Man from the forest.

Lullah was separated from her siblings during "the crash". She lived on her own in the wild for two months, until she was lead to the Crow House by a ghost in mirrors and puddles when she ask them to take her home.

Dapper I haven't got to into details, but they might be the source where the Federation got their hands on genes of shape shifting. He was kept with the other hybrid witches so she would learn their behaviors and grew along side them.

This is purely for fun and might not be super fleshed out. Feel free to ask questions, I may have answers or have to think of one(which is good!)

No this would not be a comic or fic I'm sorry these are like for me to have them rotating in me brain :)

[a-grayscale]

I’ve been really into Cult of the lamb recently, and one of the things I find absolutely fascinating is the bishops + Narinder and their injuries regarding the see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil, think no evil, and do no evil scheme, and how that points to how the bishops acted and were portrayed before their injuries even without some of the dialogue, as well as how drastic their behaviors and mentalities must have changed after.

Narinder is the most obvious with this because before he was chained and sealed away, he was doing things that were perceived by others to be evil. (I couldn’t find a solid source of what it was specifically he did other than betraying the bishops, so let’s leave that to interpretation) Whatever it was he was doing, the other bishops considered to be bad enough that they imprisoned him for 1000 years with very little movement overall, and hence taking away his ability to really DO anything.

Shamus’s is another great example because seeing as they’re the god of war, as well as considered to be the brightest of the bunch and very wise, it only makes sense that they’d think an incredible amount, and considering the war part it only makes sense that they’d therefore THINK evil in the way we see evil being done DURING actual wars. So the injuries to the brain obviously must hinder this and leave them to be a mental shell of what they once were mentally, crown or not. I find it incredibly intriguing to think that before they lost a majority of their brain function that they were probably far stronger and far more deadly than we face in the game because they could think of so many ways to destroy an enemy, evil or not, and how limited their thought process was post injury.

Kallamar is a bit tricky seeing as we only really hear Kallamar as a cowardly person, but considering he’s the god of pestilence, which throughout history has time and time again looped over famines as well as wars and (obviously) deaths, it’s safe to assume he heard many evil things, and when you hear something especially from family or people you love and trust, you tend to absorb that thing into your own ideology. With that logic, I like to think Kallamar was hearing and thus absorbing these beliefs as he heard them from his siblings. Post injury, however, I think he probably had a very difficult time hearing in general, and considering the betrayal of Narinder would no doubt affect his ability to trust even his other siblings, I feel like he’d stop absorbing the ideologies his siblings had, for fear they may betray him too.

Heket, we learn, was the more fearsome or aggressive out of the siblings. She no doubt would have been loud about her beliefs, evil or not. (I’ve had experience with aggressive people, and one trait they tend to share is that they are LOUD about their opinions) To say Heket most likely was a loud and very vocal bishop with what she believed is an understatement, I’ve no doubt she would have preached ferociously before her injury about what she thought should go. Post injury however, she would have to have lost some of that ferocity due to not having a proper voice outside of using her crown. Without her crown as a follower, she barely speaks because she most likely is in a lot of pain when she does, and I have no doubt that there was still pain speaking even before she lost her crown, her throat was ripped out! So she probably had to be careful not to overexert her voice even with the crown, and thus I think she wouldn’t have had the energy to be as loud and ferocious speaking her truth, because she would’ve been in absolute pain to preach like she would have before her injuries.

Leshy is by far the most difficult to analyze with the pattern here, I mean he’s the god of chaos how does that relate to seeing evil? Then it hit me like a stack of bricks, Leshy was they youngest and thus probably looked up to his siblings. Effectively WATCHING and SEEING evil. And from seeing his older siblings doing all this as well as being the youngest sibling, I’ve no doubt he copied them just like younger siblings normally do when they look up to someone. With that logic, pre injury I think he was probably very observant with his siblings and wanting to be like them. He’d see his sibling talk or act a certain way and go to copy as younger siblings do. Post injury, he can’t do that anymore because he can’t SEE them do these things so he doesn’t have a visual as to WHAT they’re doing. Plus, he’d probably be hesitant to blindly copy his older siblings after Narinder, his big brother, clawed his eyes out!

these are just my takes on their before and afters and how they do or would act as a result of everything, but whether you believe in any of this stuff I typed out or not I hope you found some enjoyment out of it! I think my overall point is that theorizing about all of this is just really cool cause there’s a lot of possibilities as to how they were affected physically and mentally. :)

[mother-homunculus]

Land of Death and Sorrow - Chapter 1

Summary: Alyssa's first breath was her mother's last. She survived the day of her birth - unlike her mother Aemma and her brother Baelon. The death of her twin leaves a tear in the young princess's heart that is not easy to heal. Because no matter what she does, the scars remain. She finds comfort not only in her older sister Rhaenyra and her younger brother Aemond, who as the second-born is destined to have a similar fate to Alyssa, but also in the old stories about Queen Visenya and her fearsome she-dragon Vhagar. But life is not an old legend of dragon fire and heroic tales. It is cruel and unpredictable, and at some point Alyssa must decide who she wants to be.

Warnings: 18+, Incest, Sibling Incest, Targcest | Targaryen Incest, Violence, Blood, Sexual Assault, Rape/Non-con, Sexual Tension, Smut, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Jealous Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen

Hello everyone,

I still can't quite believe it, but this is actually my first fanfiction. Until now I have only read along on this site and always wanted to write something myself, but never got around to it. Now it has worked and I hope it will work. Since English is not my first language, I hope you will forgive me for minor mistakes. Feedback and comments are of course welcome, but I am happy about if the story is read at all.

Beyond that, there are still a few tags, but I will expand them in due course. It is not explicit at the moment, but it will be, so I will keep the warning.

Oh, before I forget, I based the dates on the series. However, I won't just base my story on HotD, but also on the other sources. And please excuse my little obsession with Visenya, it will probably play a role very often. :)

You can also read it at ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60492382/chapters/154427119

Chapter 1: Origin

112 A.C.

Alyssa's first breath was her mother's last. After a long ordeal filled with dead babies and miscarriages, Aemma Arryn passed away. In ten years, she had "only" given birth to a daughter for her husband, King Viserys I, but no male heir. And her seventh pregnancy was to be her last. And so she entered the world like a whisper caught in a storm, her life birthed amid pain and the fading heartbeat of her mother. Queen Aemma labored long and hard, her strength withering beneath the weight of the struggle until it became clear that nature would not allow her children to arrive without help. In the dim, tense chamber of the Red Keep, maesters and midwives murmured their fears, glancing to King Viserys for approval as they made the difficult decision. The decision conveyed a sense of desperation and sacrifice.

They cut her open as the room held its breath, their hands stained red as they pulled the first child from her womb, a girl so small she seemed scarcely real. Yet she wailed with a surprising ferocity, her voice a sharp, insistent note in the shadowed quiet, a spark of life in the encroaching dark. Then, as hands worked swiftly, a second child was drawn from her womb, a boy whom Viserys was to name after his father Baelon. He was a fragile echo of his sister. His breaths were feather-light and strained in a way that caused the midwives to exchange anxious glances. As they laid him beside his twin sister, he nestled into her warmth, each breath a whisper of longing for strength.

The procedure prevented Aemma from welcoming any of her children into the world. After several heartbreaking screams during the procedure, Aemma eventually lost consciousness and never woke up again. Viserys, shattered by the sight of his wife, moved slowly to behold his children—the little girl whose eyes opened to the world with surprising awareness and the boy who seemed unable to settle. Even before he saw his daughter's strength, he knew that she should be named Alyssa after his mother.

In the days following that bloody event, the twins were like two flickering flames, connected by blood and breath. Alyssa, fierce even as an infant, seemed to grip onto life with a quiet fury, her tiny fingers curling, as if daring fate were to take her. Baelon lay by her side, weaker, softer—a shadow beside her brightness, his breaths shallow, each one a struggle that rippled through his delicate frame. But Alyssa felt only the warmth of his closeness, the quiet presence that had been beside her in the womb—her brother, whose heartbeat had once lulled her to sleep in the quiet darkness. Yet slowly, Baelon’s frailty began to show, his small lungs struggling to hold onto life’s spark. He grew weaker until, on a moonlit night, with the castle cloaked in sorrow, he slipped silently away as if surrendering himself back to the shadows he was born from. Alyssa stirred in her sleep, sensing the loss in a way beyond words; her small body curled instinctively toward where he had lain. And when they took his tiny form from her side, Alyssa's quiet whimpers filled the void he left behind, a mournful song of something lost—an emptiness that would mark her from that day on. Though she wouldn’t remember this loss, something of that would linger in her gaze, a quiet grief rooted in her soul for the brother whose heartbeat she had known and whose absence she would forever carry like an ache she could not name.

125 A.C.

Alyssa stepped quietly from her chambers, easing the heavy wooden door shut without a sound, feeling the thrill of solitude prickle her skin. The cold stone floor met her feet, a chill that bit through her thin slippers and snaked up her spine. The early shining of the day cast fractured patterns on the walls, like some forgotten dance between shadow and light. The air held a dampness, a faint scent of the sea mingled with cold stone and lingering candle smoke—the kind of quiet that seemed older than the walls themselves, steeped in the weight of a thousand whispered secrets. Normally, a guard waited outside, his gaze unwavering, but the princess had timed her exit precisely, waiting until the guard had disappeared on some brief errand down the hall. She moved with practiced grace, slipping into the corridor like a shadow herself, silent as a soft breath of wind. She had told her servants that she was not feeling well and would rather skip her breakfast. Both Tila and Sava, who had been by her side for years, immediately took measures to make her situation as comfortable as possible. Fryda had left the chamber to bring her some food, despite Alyssa's protests, and Tila was busy drawing her a hot bath. Neither of the two young women suspected that Alyssa was going to trick them.

The Red Keep in the morrow was a different world—the corridors were bustling with activity, and everyone seemed excited about the start of the new day. She had no doubt that her father, King Viserys, was already going about his first duties, and her stepmother Alicent was probably waiting for her and her younger siblings. Each step felt like a silent act of defiance, a small rebellion against the ever-watchful eyes—her quiet game of escape. She knew these halls like the lines of her own palm—every twist and hidden passage, each narrow staircase that veered into a forgotten corner. Over time, she’d memorized the sounds of each corridor, knowing where the stones creaked, where the torches burned lower, and when she could pass unseen.

Her steps echoed softly as she moved down the winding corridors, her fingers trailing along the rough, cool stone. The Red Keep was a fortress, its halls vast and empty. As she made her way down the first set of stairs, she passed one of the tall arched windows, where sunlight streamed in. Outside, the faint murmur of the sea drifted in, and the city below lay cloaked in a slumbering quiet, broken only by distant laughter and the occasional clanging of metal. She felt like a ghost slipping through her own home, unseen.

The hallway she entered next was narrow, lined with old tapestries hanging limp in the air, their colors dulled with age. They tell stories from the past of House Targaryen—glorious battles, dragons in the sky, the fury of flames and steel. Scenes of conquest and bloodshed lined the walls, faded by time and touched by dust, but still alive with the faces of her ancestors. She moved past them, her gaze catching on one that depicted Aegon the Conqueror with his two sister-wives. Dressed in dark armor, a somber Visenya stared down at her from the woven masterpiece, her fierce gaze seemingly watching Alyssa's every step. Soon, she reached a twisting staircase, its stones worn smooth from centuries of passing feet. It wound down like the spine of some ancient beast, the curve steep, and the shadows deepened here, thick and velvety, pressing close around her. The deeper Alyssa went, the quieter it became, the echo of her footsteps swallowed by the weight of the stone above her. She kept her hand lightly on the wall, feeling the chill of the stone beneath her fingers, grounding her as she descended further, listening carefully for any sounds that might mean discovery.

At the bottom of the staircase, a wider corridor opened before her, its ceiling high and vaulted, held up by stone pillars that were carved with old Targaryen seals. Ahead, she saw the grand doors to the library, and her pulse quickened in anticipation. The doors were tall, their surface carved with writhing dragons, their eyes glittering with embedded gemstones that sparkled like trapped fire. She took a breath, knowing she would have to be especially careful now; the library was close to other chambers, and the occasional guard might pass by. She glanced over her shoulder, ensuring the hallway behind her was empty, and pressed her palm lightly to one of the doors, pushing it open just enough to slip inside.

The familiar scent of old parchment, dust, and leather enveloped her once she entered the library. The room was still a bit dim, but daylight filtered in through the high, narrow windows, casting long beams across the shelves and pooling on the ancient wooden floor.

“Good morrow, Princess.”

The library was empty at this early hour, except for a single candle burning low on a corner desk where the library keeper worked in quiet concentration. Septon Rok was an elderly man with a wary gaze, his robes pooled around his thin frame as he hunched over a scroll, his gray beard moving slightly as he murmured under his breath. His ink-stained fingers danced over the parchment, capturing some half-forgotten piece of history in meticulous script. When she entered, his eyes flicked up briefly, sharp and intelligent behind his spectacles. His eyes flicked up briefly to greet Alyssa, his expression unreadable. Even before he saw her, he knew it was her, as few people were present at this early hour.

“You are late today.”

The Septon remained unfazed, yet Alyssa discerned the grin in his utterances before he silently reverted to his tasks. She also greeted him formally before swiftly disappearing between the massive bookshelves that engulfed her small figure, a realm of knowledge she was familiar with. A heavy silence hung in the room, broken only by the soft rustle of parchment and the distant crackle of a lone, flickering candle.

The thick air was filled with the scent of dust and old leather, subtly mingled with the subtle tang of ink. Rows of shelves stretched almost endlessly, each stacked high with scrolls and volumes—the accumulated knowledge of centuries preserved here in solemn silence. She moved lightly through the aisles, the sound of her footsteps muffled by thick carpets as she passed rows upon rows of books. Rich leather bound many of the books, some in faded browns and blacks, others in brighter colors, preserved only by the shadows of this quiet place. A shiver ran through her as her hand drifted over the spines, feeling the texture of aged bindings beneath her fingertips and touching history itself. The library held everything: the recorded dreams of kings, the tragedies of lost dynasties, and the battles that had once shaken the realm. After passing shelves filled with the chronicles of noble houses, letters of treaties, and betrayals, her fingers finally came to rest on the book she sought. It was a thick, heavy volume, bound in dark, almost blood-red leather that had long since worn to a deep burgundy, its edges soft with age. On the cover was a faded golden dragon, coiled and fierce, its eyes blazing as though even time could not dull its power. This was a chronicle of Aegon the Conqueror, the dragonlord who had carved the Targaryen dynasty into the land itself, bending fire and steel to his will to build the very walls she now walked.

Her heart beat a little faster as she wrapped her fingers around the spine and pulled it from the shelf, feeling the satisfying weight of it settle in her hands. She clutched the book to her chest, turned, and walked back through the aisles, but hesitated as she glanced at the elderly man. Despite his focus on his work, she sensed his keen awareness of her every move. For a moment, she thought he might stop her. He simply lowered his head and resumed his quiet writing, leaving her prepared for his stern reprimand and ready to argue.

She left the library with the heavy tome under her arm, but was still careful not to attract anyone's attention. She slipped out as quietly as she’d entered. Her loyal servants would have begun searching for her by now, and it would not be long before they decided to follow her into the library. As she moved through the castle, the leather-bound volume pressed to her side like a trusted companion; the weight of it reminded her that she was holding not only words but power—an engaging inheritance she was just beginning to understand.

Her feet barely seemed to touch the ground as she sped down the murky corridors, the shadows and torchlight weaving together in a dizzying blur. She knew exactly where she was going. The thrill of the stolen book made her movements lighter, almost cheery, as she makes her way to Aemond’s chambers, her mind alive with anticipation. She knew he would be awake, and there was comfort in that thought—finding her brother’s presence waiting at the end of her journey. But Alyssa slowed down when she spotted a Kingsguard outside. With a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders and adopted a dignified, almost stoic look that she had often seen on her stepmother Alicent. With a bow of her head and almost nimble elegance, she pushed past the watchful guard. Nights of sneaking away unseen had honed her movements to perfection. His gaze remained fixed on the torchlit stone wall. She sensed his silent approval and acceptance of her gentle defiance for a brief moment.

As she slipped into his room without a word, surprise fitted across his face when he caught sight of her. But soon his expression changed to joy; there was something almost tender about it, a hint of that boyishness that he so carefully hid from the rest of the world.

“Alyssa?”

His older sister held up the book in response, her mischievous grin widening. Aemond raised an eyebrow, both amused and impressed by her boldness. Without a word, she reached for him, her hand closing around his, warm and sure. The gesture held more than an invitation—it was a pact, a promise, the unspoken language they’d shared since they were children. His fingers curled around hers instinctively, and he rose from his chair, leaving everything behind, stepping into her orbit as if drawn by some unseen force.

The shocked servants surrounding her froze, observing the scene with fascination. However, they remained silent. They could only look on helplessly as the two slipped past, their forms almost ghostly in the morrow light. Alyssa caught Aemond’s violet eyes, and with a glance, they broke into a swift, silent run, her laughter a soft ripple through the stillness. She pulled him into the corridor, their hands entwined as they fled together, their footsteps echoed faintly, a shared rhythm carrying them further into the gardens.

[raelyn-dreams]

I know we all joke about the ninja being dumb, but looking at their combined education...it's honestly a wonder that they're functioning this well.

To start off:

Cole: Probably had the most education out of all of them. Canonically went to grade school, before his mother passed and he attended the Marty Oppenheimer School of Performing Arts before running away. Was old enough for the school to not alert his father at least (or check with him, if Cole lied about needing to drop out), so it was either a high school/college/mixture boarding school at the very least.

Jay: Also went to grade school (his s7 comments about History Museum field trips). Assuming Kai, Cole, and Jay are all in their mid-late teens at the series start, he probably also had some form of high school education, plus mechanic/inventor knowledge from Ed & Edna. May have dropped out/already graduated when Wu found him. The only reason he's lower than Cole is that his presumed education past grade school is uncertain.

Zane: Technically, since Zane is a nindroid, he didn't need school. However, we are shown that Dr. Julien built Zane to progressively learn similar to a human in at least some respects, so I'd say Zane was "homeschooled" (if unconventionally). It is shown that flipping off his memory switch did not take away from his learned skills, so Zane is very much educated and capable prior to his nindroid discovery.

Nya: Went to grade school (also s7 History Museum field trip comments), but probably dropped out/did not finish her high school education, due to being in her early/mid-teens when she and Kai joined Wu, and her seeming to run the customer service and financial aspects of Four Weapons. Nya is also a very skilled inventor, mechanic, and pilot, which are most likely skills she picked up from being thrust into independence at a young age.

Lloyd: Was dropped off at Darkley's Boarding School for Bad Boys at a very young age. He ran away multiple times, and was eventually kicked out in Season 1, for "lacking the amoral ambition to become one of tomorrow's masterminds". It's known that not much teaching happened at Darkley's at the time, in favor of lessons in evildoing, so young Lloyd's primary source of education came from the ninja. It can be safely assumed he was tutored to some extent, due to the behavior of his older self, but Lloyd's education was still minimal, at least.

Kai: Kai comes in at the bottom of the list for one simple reason: it's unknown if he ever attended school at all, let alone how much. He doesn't chime in on the s7 History Museum field trip conversation, and due to having been abandoned at a young age, it's possible he had to sacrifice his own education for Nya's. We know Kai took up blacksmithing, which seemed to be the sibling's primary, if only, source of income. He threw himself into his work, and though it seems a bit shoddy in the pilots, he was good enough to reforge the Golden Weapons in s10, showing he did possess at least some skill, if not being downright amazing. Looking into his behavior, mannerisms, and general knowledge on other occasions, Kai comes across to me as someone who maybe completed elementary school, but probably never went higher in favor of keeping Four Weapons afloat and his sister supported.

As a Gifted Kid™, I think it just goes to show that while education is important, it's not the end of the world if you're a bit slow or didn't get to complete yours. The ninja may be barely functioning at times, but they've also saved the realm(s) at least once a season, with or without trigonometry. It depends on your path in life, and as Cole tells Lou, he's decided that he doesn't want to follow in his father's footsteps, but forge his own path.

Also, Bonus:

Morro: Was literally on the street, taking food from trashcans to survive, before he was found by Wu. It can be assumed Wu tutored him in some way, though Morro ran away young, probably around his early-mid teens, judging by his size. He also died young, around the same age as the present-day ninja, so it can be assumed his education probably never surpassed middle school.

Pixal: Was created to be the personal android assistant of Cyrus Borg, becoming the 16th - and final - attempt, after her 15 predecessors failed to work properly. Being an advanced android, Pixal was created with and had access to all the knowledge she would ever need. However, she still had much to learn; particularly, in her social and emotional aspects, and continues to grow. As Zane once said, "She taught me more about being a nindroid, and I like to think I taught her more about being human".

[yanderes-galore]

Hello can I request gen hc of Lenny from RDR 2

Sure, I can try! Sorry if his character comes out wrong or something is off, like all my fics feedback is appreciated. You're both about 19 or around that, totally didn't do this because I'm also 19 along with him 😅

Yandere! Lenny Summers Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Some manipulation, Soft yandere, Slight found family dynamic mentioned a times, Paranoia, Fear of loss, Brief slavery mention (Game takes place in 1899, it's part of Lenny's backstory), Clingy behavior briefly mentioned, Dubious companionship.

Just a warning, I'm really new to RDR2 and have only really seen cutscenes and interactions.

If his character is off, I'll try to get better as I'm more acquainted with the source material.

If anyone has any tips to write him or anyone better, I'll take them.

Lenny is the youngest member of the gang.

He's also one of the most educated members due to his upbringing.

I feel like you and Lenny would both be some of the younger members in the gang.

You joined for your own reasons, one way or another you became an outcast… a misfit….

But then you found the gang… your new family.

Lenny ends up becoming a close friend of yours due to your similar ages.

You two end up sharing a lot of conversation as you survive in the gang.

You learn of his past as a slave and what happened to his father… in return you tell him your past.

It's a bit surprising how fast you clicked.

You two would aid one another in robberies while watched with older members of the gang.

You'd often have long intellectual talks or just talks in general.

Lenny is sometimes cocky and confident due to being young, yet he's also intelligent and fun-loving.

He's confident and loyal, always wanting to help Dutch and the gang.

When it comes to you Lenny can see you in a few ways as the requester was not specific.

A close friend… a sibling… a lover… it doesn't really matter for the concept.

Lenny would have a close connection to you due to your shared struggles in the gang and life before it.

Yet you both find mutual comfort in each other.

Lenny would no doubt be very attentive towards you.

He makes sure you always have a serving of food, he even helps you with education if you never learned.

Honestly, Lenny seems like such a sweet character.

He cares for you like family one way or another.

With how he always sits by you and defends you, other members certainly think he's taken a liking to you.

They even assume he has a romantic attraction to you (unless he clears it up).

It's actually a bit cute to see the two younger members of the gang get along.

He's clearly quite fond of you in some way.

It's a bit hard for me to say what would be his yandere characteristics but I'd say Lenny is loyal, caring, and protective.

He's probably not the most possessive person although he will stand up for you.

For example, if someone in the gang was harassing you he'd step in quickly.

He'd probably try to be charming by pushing you behind him to deal with the issue.

Lenny probably wouldn't be quick to pull his gun but he definitely is quick to defend you.

He cares deeply for you.

While when you first met he was excited to go on robberies and look for supplies with you… it's soon replaced with hesitance.

Lenny never thought of this until he was closer to you… but it seems so easy to lose you.

The thought scares him late at night when you're asleep and he's up late on guard.

You're both young and devoted to the gang… but he can't help but wonder if you deserved better?

Lenny begins to think you should stay at the camp while he goes and gets money/supplies.

Surely that will not only impress you but keep you safe?

I feel if pushed to it, Lenny may kill for you.

However he'd primarily try to convince you to stay at the camp to keep you safe.

If you asked Lenny why he's so worried I feel he'd try to avoid the conversation before blurting out his worries.

He's just been thinking… wouldn't it be better if you stayed out of trouble?

Lenny is genuinely just looking out for you.

He wants to protect you like a man should but at the same time… he feels he should do more than that.

Lenny is certainly like a guard to you.

Too much pestering? Feeling sick? Need any help?

Lenny always seems to be there to help you, you're family after all.

I feel like Lenny is certainly a tame yandere but would do anything he can to keep you if pushed into a corner.

He's a good kid according to other members.

He wouldn't be too possessive, wouldn't be too ruthless, just genuinely caring.

He may go overboard with it at times but he means well.

He takes you dancing at the camp, he hugs you close to comfort you, sometimes it feels like he's using you to soothe his anxieties.

However, you may not mind as Lenny is so genuine.

He isn't overly manipulative and doesn't often try to deceive you.

He'll tell you the truth most of the time, even venting his worries to you.

The best part about his yandere is that there are minimal red flags.

He's a bit clingy and protective, yet it's not too suffocating.

Him keeping you in the camp is certainly an odd change… but nothing too out of the ordinary.

He does have a point… the camp is a bit safer.

Concerning behavior would be constant fist fights, attempted murder, isolation, stuff like that.

While that may be possible with Lenny, it's rare.

He'd only fight if someone got on his nerves or if he's forced to, even then he usually finds a way to fix the situation.

Isolation isn't something he really considers as he knows you both see the gang as family.

Overall I feel Lenny can be seen as an overly caring best friend, big brother, or potential boyfriend.

He means well and wants to keep you out of trouble.

He won't start fights over you, but he'll end them.

Even if it requires violence… He'll make sure you stay out of harm's way.

After all… he cares for you, doesn't he?

What kind of man would he be if he didn't look after you so closely?

[homeofhousechickens]

I know aggression in roosters has a high correlation with genetics, but do you have any advice for raising roosters overall?

The smallest things can influence a roosters behavior later in life and they are pretty sensitive to new stimulus which can lead to them being defensive. The best thing for them is to introduce them to new experiences in a positive setting while they are young. This includes handling them, handling their siblings in front of them, wearing different colors around them,exposing them to new food items, and letting them get comfortable with objects they might get exposed to in adulthood (like your rain boots for example so many roosters hate boots lol)

I also find it's helpful to not handle them as much when they get their first hormone surge. You are still their friend and give them plenty of treats and attention just be a bit more hands off since this is a critical time for them. It's not uncommon for cockerels to try to mount their owners hands and feet which isn't a behavior you want to encourage because it will allow the chicken to establish a pattern that can easily escalate to kicking at this age. It's okay for a cockerel to dance and tidbit for you just he needs to not bite you. This is a great time to expose these young cockerels to mature laying hens and roosters who will quickly teach them manners.

Because Ibis was handled a lot by me as a chick he would try to mount my hands and feet because he sees me as his mother so basically a big chicken. This was quickly cured by just giving him space and letting him live with older chickens for a bit for example. He would never bite now. It can be really difficult for people to step away for a bit and see their boy get picked on because roosters are so loving and cuddly but it's good for their brain 🧠 it's natural for their mother and other caretakers to distance themselves from them at this time.

Now I would have different advice if someone was raising a single boy as a single house chicken since it would be difficult to expose him to other birds. Instead, you would redirect his affections onto a stuffed animal and continue to be hands off intill he calmed down. How Cotton the Hosue Rooster's owner handles him is a good example, he is allowed to dance but he gets redirected onto a toy if he gets to randy.

Genetics do still play a role however and some boys are going to be manfighters regardless of how much you set them up for success unfortunately but that's why you should source birds that come from lines with good temperments.

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[ potentially ADHD, Chronic Fatigue Disorder, Autism, and probably more. I am not diagnosed though, I only say this because of what I’ve been told by non-professionals ( with these disorders ), what I’ve read in my hours of research, and tracking my own behaviors ]

We know this is a lot to read, sorry, you’ve still got two to go haha ,:]. I hope you like it here, take care!"

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"Aspen isn't ready to do this yet. That said I will use the older writing I did for bug"

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-Apricot

"me and apricot and very similar. so much so that sometimes we'll think apricot is fronting when its actually me. our chronic fatigue and light sensitivity is worse when i front though. "

"oh by the way, aspen doesnt really want to introduce bugself. :3 ill just say that i use all lowercase and never use apostrophes and stuff. we all use [] for parentheses."

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"I’m Kiwi, fuck pronouns, my name changes whenever I want. I’m bigender and aromantic. You can use it/its if you want to but I really don’t care." -Kiwi

[spikeinthepunch]

the other thing i really wanted to mention about CotC in more detail, esp after watching new episodes, was the times the series tackles abusive family in a way thats heavily implied or straight up shown.

most obvious example of this was the episode "Scoutguest", where Craig allows Jason to come home after he says he lost his keys. What is actually most interesting about this episode is it focuses on how Craig is completely oblivious, and how Jason's home life shows his submissiveness in home environments. The first example was Craig and Bernard fighting about chores, and Jason just goes and does the chores for him, stating he wanted to save them the argument. I'm sure many who can immediately find this familiar- the act of doing something good in order to stop your parents from yelling at you or others in the house. You just want it to stop. But Craig not knowing any better, uses this behavior to his benefit. going through the episode, Craig's mom eventually calls the number shes given (which, we dont actually know was Jason's mom, and i think it probably wasnt- probably another source that knows jason's situation) and learns/understands whats up, and is kind to him as a guest. She doesnt tell Craig anything- he's a child, itd be hard to explain, and it may be invasive to Jason to explain it to Craig. regardless, she encourages Craig to be kind and when Craig hears Jason say somethings on his own he comes to realizing how different things are- and pieces together things. There is a lesson in realizing you should watch how you treat others, not presume about other's lives, and that some times someone seeking help may be doing so in a very discreet/not obvious way.

but (spoilers for newest episodes) i actually found this topic interesting to look at with Xavier. Xavier is a bully, hes mean. We learned that Xavier never had friends because he realized they just liked how he has cool stuff, and because of that, he just bullied people back, and felt that being King got him attention enough to feel good. hes a child, and Craig intervening right now is what he needs- Xavier can change. So onto my thought- The episode where Xavier explaining his story made me uncomfortable. We havent seen much of his family life. Things we do know: his oldest brother Kennith is at college, his oldest sister Cheyenne is in highschool, an unnamed/presumed mother. Unclear about another parent.

I shouldn't assume what i don't know about Xavier (his parent situation, mainly) but its interesting that we see so little of his family outside of his siblings, because the show has been very good at showing us entire family dynamics (we saw parents for characters that hardly show up!). His family is rich, his brother is distant as he is in college, and so Xavier is basically around his sister all the time. Previously I think I just took as her as the moody highschooler who thinks her little bro is annoying. But, in episode 2 of season 5, we get his story (which again, notably, does not show anything of his parents) where he eventually shows how he wanted to get stronger to i guess, beat up Craig. This is where i got uncomfy with the implications- his sister. Cheyenne works out, and the little we saw of her as the former queen did show she was also likely a bully, and i think it may be safe to say she is toxic and abusive towards Xavier as well tbh. Like, the way she start getting physical with him in that episode... getting angry, belittling him, hitting him. It made me anxious to see, feeling what is implied about her character. she does seem 'proud' of him improving but, i think its a situation of control (as she encourages in him too) and passed off like "tough love" when its actually really bad.

Xavier is 12 years old, we cannot and should not hate him like he is unredeemable. He turned into what he is for reasons a child likely would- be it the lack of people wanting to be his friend, or the implication that his older sibling pushed him around and bullied him herself. i did not really expect to see that in these new episodes honestly- it would have been easy to just say its how Xavier didnt make friends, but i think looking harder, you can again see how abuse affects kids, in ways that are very different but both bad.

[chromotps]

YOU MENTIONED ACELU MODERN/GANG AU. but what about — I know it’s cursed but please listen — supernatural AU? I don’t mean like the entire thing (monster hunting maybe, but not the entire angel/demons plot) but just consider the vibes of the first two seasons?? The “road-trip” thing. Struggling to get by (I’m such a huge sucker for “Ace struggling to make ends meet but he always makes sure Luffy gets food and clothes even if it means he’s not eating as much himself”-dynamic in modern AUs. God). Sleeping in shitty motels + having to share the bed more often than not. Taking care of each other’s wounds in dimly-lit, dirty bathrooms. The general, ever-present worry of how things are going to be in the future or the terrifying scenario when one of them doesn’t make it (except Ace just worries about Luffy, bc of course he doesn’t consider a future where he lives and Luffy doesn’t. Neither of them can think about it too long either way bc it makes their brains shut down). They’re blood-brothers, they think of each other like that, they call each other that except. Taking physical comfort from each other is also a thing, because that’s what they’ve been doing all their lives, because there’s always been just them, and it’s all they ever had. They kiss and sleep together, bare skin pressed against bare skin because it’s always been like this, and it doesn’t feel the same with anyone else (mostly on Ace’s side, because he did try — with barmaids, waitresses, men in shady bars, because he felt responsible for Luffy’s upbringing and well-being and it felt like an older sibling thing to set and maintain appropriate boundaries. But nothing ever compared to Luffy, even in the slightest). Both of them having to play so many social roles they kind of start blending into one another (because again, there was never really anyone around long enough to fill them in for them) - bc yeah they’re siblings, but. They’re also friends except it goes way beyond that. Ace, as the older one, has been Luffy’s caretaker too, he had to think and plan ahead for them both. But there were times when Ace was hurt they the caretaking role became reversed and Luffy had to take on all the responsibilities, until Ace recovered. Obviously none of it is how a healthy sibling relationship should look like, but god, I’m just soooo weak for the developing co-dependency, especially in scenarios where clearly unhealthy/potentially harmful behavior becomes a source of physical/emotional comfort (and tbh I’m pretty sure it also translates well into in-canon Ace/Lu because they didn’t really have anyone else either, for a couple of years in their lives. And Luffy needs social interaction like he needs food and sleep).

Oh man, anon, I was shipping and reading smut for Wincest like WILD back in the day, so. This AU is perfect. I'm eating up all the details of it just being the two of them, and a car, and a map. On a good day they'll get to jam out to music for a few hours on the road before pulling into a diner, and Ace splurges on treating him and Luffy to a meal of steak, burgers, shakes and pie.

But on a bad day. They get out of a rough fight, Ace with a nasty gash down his chest but they can't get help between all their papers being forged and being wanted for a crime they were framed for anyway. So for once Luffy drives them back to the motel, and sets Ace up in the tiny bathroom tub to clean out the wound and patch it up. The whole time they're just quietly saying stuff to each other like "thank you. you didn't have to take that hit for me. it saved my life" and "you're the only reason i do any of this. nothing else matters." "you matter. it's always been just you and me, right? what would I do without you?" and then... idk MaybeTheyHave"Thank God You're Alive"Sex or something who can say?? you know???

but omg yeah I LIVE for some codependency in my ships. I do have this weird thing where whenever I write headcanons it's like I'm in denial. like, I can't totally commit to calling it unhealthy even though it totally is, bc.... they're happy together!! Maybe they learn to accept help when they need it from some kind of Uncle Bobby figure (Jinbei?? Rayleigh??). but when it comes down to it, they only really care about staying with each other and keeping their brother safe.

I'm not really sure what's up with me today but I'm sort of in a horny mood so. I'm still thinking about what you typed with "They kiss and sleep together, bare skin pressed against bare skin because it’s always been like this," and I know you probably meant literal sleeping together. But I love thinking about the slippery slope Ace and Luffy took in the AU from "pressing each other close for comfort when they're shaken" to "Luffy noticing how good it feels when Ace holds him and Ace unable to stop his eyes from lingering on Luffy's lips" to "one time in the dead of night in the hotel, their breaths are mingling and their mouths are almost touching until, it isn't 'almost' anymore. and then somehow ace is on top of luffy and the orange glow of the streetlight outside is falling on where their arms are wrapped around each other. and even though that night should have been shocking, what they can't admit out loud is that it felt completely natural. it's just another part of everything that they are to each other, and no one else needs to understand this, either."

ANYWAY UH I can. talk about other aspects of this AU since I'm sure there were other things you meant to focus on but uh. I was in a mood. oops!

[bookwormally]

(I've been trying to get a feel for character voices and everyone wanted a scene like this, right?)

After breakfast, after retelling arguably the hardest week of his life, Will only wants one thing. Maybe two things. He wants to lie down in his bed and try not to dream. He'd also like to hold Nico in a place that's not trying to kill them, but that can wait. Nico had set off for the Hades cabin with the face of one going to do something important. He'll hardly begrudge Will for closing his eyes while he waits.

But cabin seven isn't empty when he pushes the door open.

For a moment it's like he's trapped in Epiales' nightmares again. Lester is standing in the center of the cabin, an empty quiver on his back. He turns and Will braces for anger, for a god's wrath. 'Heal him! My children are supposed to be the best.' Old blue eyes meet his and widen.

Then the sunlight brightens and Lester wavers like a mirage. He seems taller, older, brighter, and then he steadies. Apollo's eyes are the same ancient blue, but he's a proper adult now. Though his curls are thicker than they used to be, with brown undertones he never would have allowed before. "Will!" He's swept into the warmest hug he's ever known, though it's not the perfect fit his mom always finds. That doesn't matter now, not when Will can wrap his arms around his dad and pretend his throat isn't locked tight.

The moment stretches and Will manages to take a breath and then another. He’s aware of a shake and tries not to feel like a baby. The feeling drops away quickly, however, when he realizes his dad is shaking him and not the other way around. He pats Apollo’s back and has to ask, “Are you crying?”

“Yes,” Apollo answers immediately, unrepentant. “I’m delighted that you’re back from that awful place intact.”

“Somehow,” Will says with a touch of false bravado. He likes to think he’s better at it than his dad. “Nico and I did it together.”

Apollo squeezes him and then leans back. His hands rest on Will’s shoulders. It’s still hard to reconcile Lester, his age and what seemed like constant terror, and Apollo, the literal god of the sun whose old self-confidence was beyond planet earth in size. He glances at his dad’s hair again; he’s probably not the only one still trying to figure it out. At least right now his dad is here and looks like someone old enough to be so. His gaze feels the same no matter the form: heavy, old, and so brightly blue.

Will meets his eyes and tries not to cringe by how wet Apollo’s are. They’re alone; it’s not that bad. “I really am okay,” he tries to reassure. Part of him wishes he could stop being the one who has to.

“I still needed to check, best healer of Camp Halfblood or not.” Apollo touches a finger to the tip of Will’s nose and warmth sweeps through him, banishing the remaining ache. “You still need to rest.”

“I know that.” Will makes a face at him and the advice that falls near constantly out of his own mouth. “If you were going to come anyway, couldn’t you have come to breakfast? Mr. D and Chiron wouldn’t care.” Other gods might, but his dad has earned some rule bending in his opinion.

Apollo makes a face back, nose wrinkling. “I knew they could better handle you two after all that. I also do not need more commentary from Dionysus about my behavior. Younger siblings,” he ends with a scoff. But it quickly turns back into a small smile. “Plus, I wanted to check on you without you suffering me with an audience.” It’s a joke at his expense and Will smiles back.

“Thanks, dad.”

Unsurprisingly, this gets him swallowed in another hug. He doesn’t mind too much, letting the light and warmth that’s in his makeup surge in the embrace of their source. He doesn’t need to fear the shadows like he has for so long, but it’s nice to soak in the light again.

[huntsvillegossip]

Hello, hello my little lovelies,

So much to catch up on these days! Everyone all at once seemed to have some type of news to share with me. 

You all know being on the ice is meant to keep us all cool and level-headed, right? There were so many punches thrown at the ice skating event, not just once, not even twice, but three whole times. Eagan Connolly punched Huntsville Daily’s very own Samuel Ahn over what was reportedly, and unsurprisingly, something to do with that missing brother of hers again. If she keeps that attitude up no one is going to be willing to assist her. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, sweetheart. 

Seeming to take a cue from her is that wildchild from the Westfall family, Esther Westfall, who is just as short tempered as ever. They were seen punching one Eldon Harcourt, though he seemed to take it decently well, and didn’t engage into a full brawl. The same can’t be said for Joey Albright who fully attacked Louis Ryan and had to be pulled off him. Not exactly the behavior you’d expect from everyone’s favorite heartthrob but it seems love makes fools of us all. Let’s just hope that Hope Macgillivray is worth it. 

However, not everyone at the ice skating party was quick to come to blows. It seems that there are at least some of you who would rather make love than war. Jackson Miller was spotted getting cozy with Lavender Parsons, ending in what was apparently quite the steamy kiss, if my sources are to be believed. Now I know that some readers may be scandalized by this news, but I for one think it is wonderful that after everything she went through with her mother’s disappearance last year, Miss Parsons seems to be coming into her own as a young woman. All I can say is, be careful out there, men of Huntsville! There’s a new heartbreaker on the rise.

Here’s a toast to one town event being mostly a success with no serious incidents. Hopefully this is the start of a new and lighter year for all of us. 

Love,

Auntie G

That older ranger guy is like, always at the bar. Smells like a bar too. Really harshes the vibe, you know? - Day Drinker

I've been seeing Amber Ryan and Noah Kasprak head off to his place a lot lately. I wonder how her siblings feel about her sleeping around with her co-worker. Seems pretty irresponsible to me considering the family's history. - Anon (25F)

So I was minding my business, when I heard Marisol de la Luna was holding some guy’s tarantula? Is that a new euphemism the kids are using or what? Here’s hoping history doesn’t repeat itself or she’ll end up like her mom did senior year. - Think of the Children

Geez, never a dull day with the Romeros. Heard another one of Hawk’s kids came popping out of the woods. Sora Griffon? At this rate, he’s gonna have a whole flock of ‘em. Hope his new hubby is ready to play Brady Bunch. - Town Bird Watcher

Nico Garcia has been going around saying he’s going to be a dad? I wonder who he knocked up. Could be half the town from the way he’s been getting around. I heard that within the past couple months he’s been hooking up with Val Moreno, Kirby, Nadine Briggs, Jessie Sinclair, Wren Romero, Cole Cerulli, Jovi DiCamillo, and Tatum Hampton, to name just a few! - Anon (33M)

[neteyamsilly]

Hii Irma!! It’s Ramble Anon!!

This chapter was magnificent 😭

I loved how you described how the siblings are reacting to Y/N’s death, like

-Neteyam checking her breathing

-Tuk trying to cuddle with her, telling her stories, surrounding her with her own toys

-Kiri just being exhausted, taking care of her big sister

-Lo’ak being angry at his dad (misinterpreting his hurt and believing it being apathy)

And Neytiri cleaning the blood off her daughter 😔

It’s so nice seeing Jake trying to correct his behavior when talking to his older kids, him beginning to understand what he did to them and trying to find remedies for what he’s done

Jake knew about Neteyam and Y/N’s closeness!! Y/N was so sure he didn’t know, that he didn’t care, but he does 🥺

Other things I loved:

-Y/N and Lo’ak fighting for food (the most sibling thing ever 😭)

-Y/N being stingy and only sharing with her mom

-The anklet for Tuk!! With rainbow colors!! (And Jake knowing: he was always observing her 😔)

-Y/N being unable to sleep in High Camp because she misses the forest, 🥺

-Girl’s night!!! It’s so beautiful 😭, and Neteyam and Lo’ak not being invited and Spider being an honorary guest, PLS (why do I picture those two faking to not care at all about not being invited, but inside they are mad, like why can’t we come??? 🤨 what are you doing? Hence Lo’ak pestering Spider to know why the hell there is this confidentiality??)

Jake and Y/N 😞

I loved loved loved their interaction, how they spoke together, I genuinely teared up, I’m tearing up RIGHT NOW REREADING IT

[...] “I see you. Of course I see you. I’ve always seen you.” 

The snowflake-frail snivel followed by your sobbing sniffle broke his heart into pieces. “You’re a liar.” He shook his head, hugging you tighter. “You’re mean to me. You’re so mean to me.” [...]

The use of mean makes it so much more childish and so it hurts so much more 😭

Jake just saying “Yes, I’m mean” made me so happy.. many parents don’t own up to what they’ve done and even if we love them and they love us, they just don’t accept that they’ve hurt their child, they don’t try to better themselves, but Jake wants to

[...] Knowing what he was insinuating, “But it’s nice here,” you said, voice thick and coarse from crying. You still didn’t pull back to look at him. Both of you, from the start of this, never looked at one another. Not once. Embarrassed and shameful to be honest, Jake thought. That pride you two shared. “You’re not mean to me here.” [...]

“You’re not mean to me here.”

I would have crumbled if I was Jake to be honest, like now that I died and you want me to come back, now you are gentle with me? I want to stay here, so that you will always be like this 🥺

The “don’t be scared, I’m here” broke me, like YES it’s childish, but at the same time I think it’s really not.

and the “If you told us, we would have been more careful not to make you sad.” Like YESS Jake you should have spoken to your children!!!

I enjoyed the dialogue so much, but it was a roller coaster 😭

Jake and Y/N are so funny together, but it’s just depressing knowing that Jake is aware it’s not actually real

His mighty hunter (it’s so nice that Jake apologized for that, too!!) who broke Neteyam’s record (I read somewhere that he was the youngest Omaticaya to do a successful kill during the sturmbeest hunt, OFC Y/N would take pride in being better than her big bro, I, personally, wouldn’t shut up about it, so it’s just a lot sadder that no one was there to witness it 🙁)

It’s another episode of the series “Jake being endlessly amused by his daughter antics and waiting for Neytiri to find out” lmaoo (I can’t wait to know everyone’s reaction to the name Jack!!)

It’s so curious that Y/N knows pop culture!! Between Jake, Norm and Max, I don’t see many other knowledge sources lmao

Y/N saving her dad, but their meeting being cut short was horrible, I hope whatever Jake does to that man will be so much worse to what they did to Y/N 😭

(I wonder if Y/N met any of her family members while she was dead.. Imagine Uncle Tsu’tey just confirming the fact that Jake is a well-meaning fool lmao)

Every time you update, you make my day, truly

Thank you so much, now I will think about this chapter for the next five days ❤️

RAMBLE ANON!!!!!

THIS ASK AND THE DETAILS YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT ARE NEAR AND DEAR TO MY HEART !!!

First of all, I hope the siblings' reactions were in character! A lil spoiler BSDJKDS I've tried (started) setting up that Neteyam is developing a trauma response in which he'll just get up in the middle of the night and check her breathing, or just get up earlier than sister!reader and stand there like some ghost to look at her breathing. There's going to be a scene in chapter 7 i think in which she almost dies again from fright when she catches him doing it because THATS SCARY.

also IM SO HAPPY YOU CAUGHT THAT JAKE KNOWS EVERYTHING SISTER!READER IS LIKE "yeah right as if" !! he pays attention !! he just doesnt show it. like. he sends neteyam after her every time for a reason. when sister!reader is SO SURE her rainbow anklet is going to be a surprise for tuk and is asking for jake if she could just explore (she doesnt say its for tuk) he knows because of course he does, he just doesnt say. he knows she doesnt like the cave systems and is having sleeping problems. jake knows a lot that he doesnt let her know that he does.

ALSO YOU KNOW NETEYAM AND LO'AK PRETEND THEY DONT CARE FOR SOME STUPID GIRL GATHERING BUT PROBE SPIDER <SUBTLY> THE NEXT DAY LMAO

AHHHHHHH AND!!!! I've used "mean" for a reason, it just expresses that childlike nature of hurt so well stripped from anger. she could have said a million things as her normal self, but i think her true heart expressed it wonderfully by saying he was mean. and jake understood 😭 love that scene its my favorite

also about the pop culture references! there are other scientists than norm and max, like there's a small population of humans closely working with the omatikaya. you know the children watched and learned and read other things than grace's logs and books whenever they visited! humans having brought TV shows and media to consume to pass time in pandora is my canon, at least bc that's what i would do. but sister!reader pretending jack-o-lantern and jack-in-a-box are HUMAN FIGURES is what gives her lack of information away I think BDSBDSJD you will never know if she was teasing about "hit the road jack" or not. up to you BSDBJDHSD

THANK YOU SM FOR THE WONDERFUL ASK YET AGAIN RAMBLE ANON I LOVE YOU<3333

[cderiva]

about maria + the impact of being an oops! baby, having older parents, & much older siblings:

when maria's mother got pregnant with her there were already four children in the house, the oldest was fourteen and the youngest seven. her parents were approaching forty and done having children.

not alone, surrounded by people, but lonely and disconnected is basically how she felt within her family growing up.

from an early age she was pushed to cooperate and to pick up on things fast or get out of the way because her parents simply didn’t have the time and energy to slowly and gently raise another kid. there wasn't a whole lot of enthusiasm for her "firsts", there aren't a ton of pictures of her as a baby and child, she always got hand-me-downs from her siblings, etc.

maria was always a highly energetic and curious child, and she also struggled with sleeping, which didn't make things easier because her parents (and siblings) often found themselves overwhelmed by her.

her family is close-knitish, but she always felt disconnected from her siblings due to their age differences. growing up they always seemed to be on different stages of their lives with different levels of patience and compassion.

she often felt compelled to take on adult-like responsibilities or emotional roles within the family structure to alleviate / make up for perceived burdens. add to this the fact that she became an aunt for the first time at like 11 and her siblings never hired a babysitter in their lives because they had her around.

teenagerhood was: babysitting her nieces/nephews after school at 3pm, sneaking out the window to go hang out with friends or some guy she thought was cute at 11pm. duality.

she was both responsible and irresponsible at the same time. responsible with others, irresponsible with matters related to herself. she tried to make herself as ~chill and as little of an inconvenience as possible…. but she couldn’t help herself sometimes. felt guilty after. told herself not to feel guilty because life is short and needs to be enjoyed. stopped feeling guilty. remembered that she shouldn’t add more stress in any way shape or form to her parents. started feeling guilty again.

her parents are mildly religious and she was raised in a fairly religious small town and she struggled a whole lot with repetitive rituals, extended ceremonies, or the need for stillness difficult, and her family often saw her behavior as disrespectful or improper - a lack of discipline.

she grew up with the importance of fulfilling one’s duties and avoiding actions that bring shame to the family or community being drilled into her brain. maria’s parents, already feeling overwhelmed by their responsibilities, often saw her unconventional behavior and personality as source of something that needed to be toned down and learned to conform.

maria wasn’t unloved per se. honest. if she had been unloved maybe things would be more clean-cut, but she was and is loved by her family. it's just a… nuanced situation. it's hard when you aren't unloved but are neglected / can feel like your presence is too much, makes things muddy. both her parents presently feel guilty about their lack of patience / initiative towards her when she was younger, and that’s why now that she's an adult they are extremely lenient with her even though they often don’t understand her. this ends up, at times, creating tension with her siblings.

[miiilowo]

How would you characterize Micheal throughout the years of his life?

i think shithead older brother plain an simple is the best way to start out. this can be hard to communicate if you did not grow up with two older brothers, but it is very simple:

objective as the youngest is to survive

theyre still nice sometimes but largely try to throw shit at your soft skull to try and dent it

jealous that the youngest sibling gets more attention/is praised more/etc

and i think thats pretty on the head for michael. i dont think he was ever TRULY trying to be actively super malicious, i just think he was an asshole teenage brother who thought making the little shit who got all the attention cry was funny if it meant he didnt get in trouble. definitely the 'im sorry hit me back hit me ill let you hit me if you dont tell dad please stop crying' type

when youre a teenager youre gonna have a lot of pent up emotions from a whole combination of things. a lot of them are gonna come from nowhere and youre gonna want to pin it on stuff, even if its not the actual cause. i think michael also probably did this and pinned any anger or inner turmoil he had on evan, regardless of if he actually had anything to do with it, because thats just like. standard 15-17 y/o behavior

after accidentally killing evan hes gonna be really fuckin upset. he was a dickhead, but he didn't want to kill anyone, that much is evident. theres two routes people typically take, which are "wow hes an unforgivable piece of shit" or "he's immediately amended of all sins and is nice now because he feels guilty". both of these are bad

he is a kid. an angry one at that. if an already angry kid kills their brother on accident, has guilt-induced nightmares about it, and probably hallucinates about it too? theyre not gonna get nicer, thats for damn sure!! i dont know if he could get MEANER, given the fact he has no targets, but i definitely think he'd get more snappy and probably a lot more paranoid. really a perfect storm to hallucinate even more (source: me) and then feel worse (source: me) and have it snowball (source: me)

gradually hes gonna get better. hes gonna learn to live with it. and i know for a DAMN fact this guy is funnysilly when hes an adult. constantly cracking jokes about his own demise, probably so thoroughly fed up with The Horrors that he reacts to shit like a letsplayer does. copes with everything via humor. best of all, thats backed up by the security logbook, making me the most objectively correct person on planet earth

i think when it comes to like. post-ennard mike, he'd probably lose some of that spark? you can only be so normal when youre a literal zombie shambling around. definitely would still retain the humor, but i think overall he'd be more grim. he's already died, he knows he cant live a normal life, and his only purpose is to kinda shut down everything his father started. thatll certainly weigh on the soul

[thelustybraavosimaid]

Hi there! I sent the ask you screenshotted about Sansa and Arya. Your post popped up in my recommended! I wanted to clear things up: I have come up with this kinder interpretation of the underlying source of Sansa’s atrocious treatment of Arya because I love Arya and it makes me sad to think that one of her only living family members really truly hates her. I think the way Sansa treated her is just awful and really inexcusable for a girl her age. I have a little sister and thought I “hated” her for the first few years of her life (when I 3-5) but I didn’t hate her. I was scared because I had separation anxiety my sister took up so much of my parents’ time and energy because she never slept and cried all the time. Of course I didn’t treat her anything like Sansa treated Arya, but I took these feelings I had as a very young child, this misplaced false “hatred” and tried to look for an explanation for Sansa’s behavior that wasn’t just true hatred. Because I’d love for them to reunite and eventually develop a healthy sibling relationship.

It’s not like I think she’s CONSCIOUSLY concerned for Arya. She’s never expressed concern for Arya and her whereabouts and safety in her chapters. But we’re hardwired to care for our family. I think she just struggles to reconcile her family love and her conformist nature because she’s a kid who doesn’t have the emotional maturity or self awareness to resolve these feelings. It’s like how Arya has occasionally expressed frustration with her struggles to perform in “ladylike” activities. Arya doesn’t truly wish she was more ladylike. What she really wants is to be accepted, loved, and praised. She sees Sansa being praised for these things and envies this praise. Thankfully, her desire to be herself outweighs her desire for praise, so doesn’t try to force herself to conform. Just another example of how kids sometimes misidentify their feelings.

I never meant to try to excuse Sansa’s behavior. I do not relate to her as a character at all. I relate mostly to Daenerys but also a lot to Arya, especially my childhood self. As we got older, my sister became a strict conformist whereas I’m a non-conformist and for most of our lives she’s been pretty cruel to me for being different. I guess in a way I project Sansa into her, if that makes sense, because that’s how I’ve come to understand my sister’s treatment of me. She does what she thinks she needs to do be treated well, and it stresses her out that I don’t conform. I think people do have a right to hate Sansa and criticize her treatment of Arya. I guess my only point is that I wish people gave her a little more sympathy and tried to see that her actions, though inexcusable, may have some more complications roots than just Sansa hates her sister.

If you’re going to like, accuse me of secretly being a Sansa stan, know that I have a replica of needle displayed on my wall. I truly wholly love Arya almost as much as I love Dany. Hopefully this is coherent!

I'm stopping at the part where you admit that your reasoning is based on a headcanon of yours.

That is quite literally the problem here and what I was addressing—you are minimising what is being said and mentioned in the text. You agree that it is horrendous how much Sansa does not care, nor would I say she actually holds much love in general for her. So what is the purpose of this exchange?

Not everyone in your family is going to like you. That's fine. The approach that Sansa has in regards to anything Arya does or says is not. It's deliberately abnormal on the author's part. That is why Sansa was created in the first place—as a means of discourse amongst the family.

Arya was one of the first characters created. Sansa came about as a total opposite b/c too many of the Stark family members were getting along and familes aren't like that. Thus, Sansa was created; he ended by saying they have deep issues to work out.

[Source]

Trying to excuse any part of their antagonistic dynamic in favour of a headcanon is not what the author intended.

[belltrigger]

Hello again ! It is I, the anonymous headcanon guy !

(I'd like to thank you for your kind words from the last time, first. I am still trying to figure out how tumblr works, but hopfully i'll be able to not be anonymous anymore !)

I came up with another headcanon, i hope you won't mind too much about me sharing it with you !

I see often with the twins that Emmet, the little brother, is a little shit and irresponsible, whereas Ingo is the epitome of the Dad Friend(tm).

I don't think it should go that way. Twins are differents than normal siblings. First, they are born together, so the normal(tm) sibling behavior don't stick to them (it also bother me a little to see Emmet getting the full little brother instinct whereas Ingo only get the Dad Friend one. Older siblings often bullies their younger siblings, but we don't see that hmm ? Anyway-)

I think their personality towards each other should be more equal, like both goofy and responsible.

Also, and this one is a little more personal, i heard that siblings (often seen with twins) have some sort of pack thing going on, like one being the leader and the other following. It may seems like, since Emmet is the LB(tm), he should follow and Ingo should lead, but it doesn't feel right to me (i often see that Ingo will lead in discussions, or do some things like going to someone or things like that. I know that Emmet is heavily autism coded, but Ingo has been portrayed as well, and I don't see why, just because he is less heavily portrayed he should carry the "leader" role. It feels like, since he is more normal, he can function. I find that bad, for lack of better words)

I think they should both lead, as they share a job with the same responsibilities, and both are good trainers with diverses pokemons (meaning one didn't dictate how both of their teams should look like, they both chose).

Anyway, to make it short, i think that both of them should be equal, and not simply little and big brothers (especially for twins, this is kind of a stupid thing. I mean, I get the little and big brother jokes, but in all seriousness, it shouldn't matters.)

Sorry for the long, long post but it really is something that i wanted to share, as it is something that's very close to me.

I hope you found it interesting !

Hello AHG! ヾ(•ω•`)o I hope you are doing well! Tumblr can be a little bit different from other sites, this is true! Take your time, lurk where you'd like, and if you ever feel comfortable (or capable!) of coming off Anon, I'd love for you to let me know!

And yeah!! Send me your head-canons, even once you figure out how tumblr works! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ Or post them and let me know where you're doing it so that I can follow you! I love reading head-canons! It's cool to hear people explain why they have them and the twins are SO open to interpretation! (As a preamble to your head-canon, so much is fanon and sometimes it can be quite frustrating that a certain thing has taken hold.)

I do think official media with them, despite having quite a few variations (Anime Submas, Manga/Special Submas, Original Game Submas, Masters Submas are the big ones), is a bit more close to how you are thinking about it. They're both shown as responsible in certain ways, and goofy in others.

In fact, fanart on the Japanese side of things often interprets Anime Emmet as the responsible one. The only problem with that is the anime is also technically the source of your woes, as I am pretty certain that is where people found out that Ingo being the older twin is 'canon.' If you look at content older than that, you'll find it was pretty even on who was treated as the younger brother and/or it not mattering as much.

Personally, I have gone back and forth for how I like to portray them in my stories. Like you, I love them being equal, them reveling in the idea of their twinship, and being each other's biggest rivals.

Alas, I think we can "blame" Pokemon Legends Arceus for people treating Ingo like "the dad friend" in current fanon. Between people seeing him anywhere between a protective uncle to outright finding him attractive and appealing as a romantic partner, Ingo has become "an adult to trust" to many people. As I am older than the twins' accepted fanon age, I really and truly don't have any Uncle or Dad feelings towards him, so perhaps that's why I treat him more like a brother than anything.

Something I do like to note is the fact that Ingo (in the Japanese version of the anime) uses 'kyoudai (siblings)' to refer to them, and not 'futago(twins).' However, Emmet (also in the Japanese version of the anime) calls Ingo "Nii-san(older brother)." So, clearly the anime is hung up on creating older brother/younger brother dynamics between them, and despite people not liking the design choices of Ingo (not having the :< expression), it is a pretty sizable chunk of characterization and screen time. It's possible that people are leaning into that for their fanon.

I can't speak to the autism thing as I am not diagnosed with austim myself, but what I can say is that English fanon for how they speak is somewhat different from the Japanese tone of their speech is. It's clearly the work of localization, because honestly the way Emmet and Ingo talk is extremely heavily loaded with stuff that doesn't translate easily. None of this negates people identifying with the twins, assigning stim or tics to them, or any head-canons revolving around it. I just think there's fascinating tone changes between each version!

For example! English fanon says that Emmet speaks very stilted, which has been translated as him possibly scripting, not liking to talk, having anxiety, etc. And while it is true that Emmet speaks in short sentences, he also talks in childish, improper, and 'rude' ways in the Japanese version. This is counter-balance to Ingo who speaks in an incredibley archaic, old-man style, absolutely stuffed with politeness. (And Ingo's method of speech is entirely why I suspect *he* was the twin thrown into Hisui, if they only picked one.)

Interestingly, their method of talking about themselves in Masters is also fascinating! Everyone knows that Emmet says "I am Emmet." (I feel his 'Boku Kudari' in Japanese is cuter, but I am biased, I think). But he *also* talks like he's a dude who works at the Subway with his brother, although he really appreciates his position and feels so much honor and respect for it. Ingo, however, speaks like he is *intrinsically* part of the Subway, as though he is a fixture there and not a guy who puts on a uniform he greatly respects. The Subway is something bigger than him, and he is a part of it; Emmet on the other hand is himself and the Subway is part of *him.*

The above is just my interepretation of their speech patterns and how they carry themselves because honestly *there is just so much space to fill.*

This got SUPER BRAVO long, so-! Oops! But I do find your headcanons verrrrry interesting! When I am done working on my commission, perhaps I will think about writing a fic where they are equals! I would like to think some of my stories would suit your needs, but perhaps I need to make more! Eheh

Thank you so so much for your ask!! o(*°▽°*)o