#some adopted kids and those in the system are in for a shock

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

Welcome Home, Please Stay

Okay, so, I'm looking through my notes on the Not Everyone Knows How To Draw A Salt Line fae au story (yes, that'll be the next story I'll post a chapter for) and I got an idea. Which is a truly dangerous thing to have sometimes.

What if, the evening when Broek tells the story of the Devastation, Nyx and Whisp didn't do their escalating sleep spell? And instead of the resulting fihrie-fae drama, all of Little Galahd just... vanishes during the night?

Like, our little Whisp did not just kidnap a Bog on its own to prove something (spoiler for Salt Line, I guess?) but all this was a communal effort with the other flickerings. So what happened was the every single Will-o'-the-whisp on Galahd came and just took the people back. As you do. Not a trace of them left.

All of Insomnia wakes up the next morning to a few ten thousand people missing. Their things are still there. It looks like they just vanished into thin air literally.

Can you imagine the resulting panic and fear? What happened? Where did they go? Why did no one notice anything? Is it only the Galahdians? Did they do something? Was it the fae? Why? The Niffs?

Investigations are launched. Some Insomnians went also missing. As did children in the system and some adopted kids. (Investigation proves all those kids were of Galahdian descent. (The other Insomnians weren't targeted, but ended up being in the woring place at the wrong time.))

And

Maybe a week later every single thing that was ever made by a Galahkar or ever belonged to one, vanishes as well. There are suddenly entire empty lots where houses used to be. Art and valuables held by the Insomnian nobility go missing. Ancient relics from Lucis's conquest days just go poof.

The panic escalates.

What is happening?

Then Niflheim grows strangely quiet.

[aperrywilliams]

Has a Nice Ring to It (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Wife!BAU!Reader.

Request: Hi, I would like to request one where the reader and Spencer adopt a 4-year-old boy that they rescued in a case.

Summary:  It's pretty much the same as the request says, but focused on how they met with the boy and took the decision to adopt him.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Hurt/comfort and angst with a happy ending. CM typical stuff, murder, unsubs, death of relatives, orphancy. Pregnancy and adoption are discussed. I don't know how the adoption system works in the US, so bear with me.

A/N: I loved the request. Dad!Spencer lives rent-free in my mind. Tell me your thoughts.

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‘(Y/N)? What's your location and status? I repeat, what's your location and status?'

Hotch's voice echoes through your earpiece, but you are not able to speak. Not when the scenario in front of you is so overwhelming.

Although in your eight years working at the BAU, you have seen the most horrendous things one human being can do to another, from time to time, some cases can still paralyze you.

Like now.

As you look around, you can only think of the terrible minutes those who lived in this home must have gone through when the unsub forced its way in.

But something snaps you out of your stupor, and it's not Hotch's voice shouting in your ear; it's the sound of sobs.

The sobs of a child.

You take off your earpiece to get a better notion of where the sound is coming from, and you notice that at the back of the room, there is a closet with its door closed.

You quickly run over there and open the door, only to find a little boy sitting on the floor, hugging his knees and with teary eyes. When he looks at you, you can see the shock and fear in his eyes. The little one must be four years old at most. It breaks your heart to see him like this, but it immediately makes you go into alert mode again. You holster your gun first so as not to scare the kid.

"Hey, sweetheart. It's okay. My name is (Y/N), and I'm a cop. Everything is okay. You're safe," you tell him with a reassuring voice and kind eyes while you crouch to get to his level.

His hazel orbs are glued to your form as he blinks a few times.

Before you can talk again, he launches to wrap his little arms around one of your legs. With an arm, you hug him back as you block his view of the room with your body. He doesn't need to see the same you did as you got there.

"I've got you, sweetheart. You're okay," you repeat him as you put on your earpiece again. "I'm in the master bedroom. No unsub, but I found the kid," you murmured into the com.

Yet crouched, you lean back to look at the boy. "I'm gonna get you out of here now, okay? But I need you to keep your eyes on me until we get outside. Can you do that for me?"

The kid nods timidly. Removing your FBI jacket, you take him in your arms, covering you both with it as you make your way out. A bunch of agents enter the room at the time, but you keep your eyes on the boy, using your peripheral vision to keep walking and not fall.

Spencer is waiting for you at the base of the stairs. Concern is visible on his face when he sees you coming down with a child. When you reach the first floor, you withdraw the jacket that covers both of you.

"Good job, honey," you say to the boy with a smile. And then you briefly exchange a knowing look with Spencer. He nods, and you continue your way out of the house with the kid in your arms.

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It turns out the child, named Elliot, is the son of the unsub's two recent victims. Unsub that you have been chasing all over DC for three days now.

You get confirmation of this information from Garcia by phone as the EMTs are checking Elliot in an ambulance parked outside the house where you found him.

It's still unclear what really happened inside. Still, it's likely Elliot's mom hid him in the closet before the unsub got upstairs. You don't know for sure because the little boy hasn't said a word to anyone yet.

And although it's heartbreaking, you know you have to make him talk about what he saw and heard.

Hotch, a few meters apart, beckons you to approach. 

"I'll be right back, okay?" You say to Elliot. But as you're about to step away from him, he starts crying and grabs your sleeve so you don't go. You look at your boss, confused as to what to do, and Hotch nods, showing you his cell phone, a sign that he'll text or call you so you don't have to leave Elliot's side.

A ping of your phone signals a text from Hotch.

'We need to know what he knows. You'll ride with him to the quarters. Spencer is going to drive you.'

You think it's reasonable due to the rapport it seems you already have with the boy.

"It's okay, Elliot. I'm not leaving you. But we need to go to another place now, okay? So we can be more comfortable. It's getting cold here," you point it out as the reason why you need to leave and not because he needs to be questioned. 

A faint 'okay' escape from the boy's lips, and it's the first word you hear him say. And a lump forms in your throat, acknowledging the vulnerability of that little human being.

From the corner of your eye, you see Spencer getting closer, presumably having talked to Hotch.

"Elliot, this is Spencer. He will drive us to a comfy place. He is a good friend and will take care of us," you announce.

"Hi, Elliot," Spencer says as he waves.

"Hi," the child murmurs as he waves back.

The ride to the station starts mostly quiet. You are in the back seat with little Elliot as Spencer drives. From time to time, he looks at you both from the rearview.

Spencer knows you are trying to come up with a strategy to talk to the child, so he takes the lead in doing the small talk to give you some insights.

"So, Elliot. Can I ask you a question?" Spencer starts, and the kid perks his head up and nods, with a 'yes' slipping from his lips.

"What is your favorite food?"

The boy pouts a bit while contemplating his response. "Pizza," he decides. "I like pizza."

"Pizza is cool," Spencer agrees. "Would you like some now? I can stop by and get one," Spencer offers.

"With ham?" Elliot quirks an eyebrow questioningly.

"If you like ham, then ham it is."

"I like ham and tomatoes," he adds. Spencer smiles.

"Did you know pizza with ham and tomatoes is (Y/N) 's favorite?" Elliot's gaze turns to you, asking for confirmation. You nod, backing Spencer's statement. A timid smile crosses Elliot's face, and you could have melted right then and there.

Spencer continues asking the boy little questions; that's how you know he likes airplanes, his favorite color is green, and he prefers Hulk over Ironman.

At the BAU, you head with Elliot to one of the meeting rooms—the most little and cozy so that the boy could settle in a less intimidating environment. Spencer follows you back, stopping by to grab from Garcia the pizza box and drinks he asked her for earlier.

"Here it is. Pizza with ham and tomatoes. I got some drinks, too," Spencer announces, placing everything on the table. He knows you have to talk to Elliot about what happened in the house, so he suspects you need privacy with the kid. He stops at the door and looks at you. You stand to approach him while Elliot is occupied with a slice of pizza.

He grabs your hand and, after kissing it lovingly, gives it a reassuring squeeze.

"You're doing good. It's for the better. He trusts you. We need to catch the guy."

It's just what you need to hear. You're still unsure about the whole situation, and Spencer, as always, can see it. Your husband of two years can read you like a book, and it's not because of his profile skills. You both have been through a lot together in the years of working together, being friends at first and then as a couple.

You nod, and Spencer kisses you on the cheek before letting you alone with Elliot.

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It's shocking the wretched details that a 4-year-old's mind can retain and still see the world innocently. In some way, you're grateful Elliot can't understand everything that's happening around him.

You pass the information he gives you on to the team to improve the profile and get better clues about how to catch the guy. Spencer was right; Elliot trusts you, and that's why you feel responsible for his well-being. After tiring hours, he falls asleep on the couch, where you tuck him in and watch him sleep.

Spencer peaks into the room. He wants to talk with you.

You leave the little one sleeping while you go out and leave the door half open.

"You need a break. You hadn't eaten or slept in hours."

"I'm okay," you say flatly. Spencer raises an eyebrow. "I can't leave him, Spence. You know that."

"Baby, I know you're worried for him, but you need to take care of yourself too. I can stay with him for a couple of hours."

You know Spencer is right, but you don't want to admit it. Instead, you try to change the subject.

"Did Garcia locate any relatives?"

Spencer sighs. He knows the answer to your question, and it's not a good one.

"There is literally no one in his family except those who were in the house: his parents and an aunt. There is a distant cousin, but she lives in Sweden, and she doesn't even know his existence. And even if she wanted, she could not do the adoption procedures because she lost her American nationality."

That means Elliot will fall into the system, waiting for someone to adopt him. You don't even know how to respond to the news. They are devastating and break your heart.

Spencer looks at you with concern.

"Are you okay?" your husband cautiously asks, although he knows the answer from the look you return to him. It's a look that says, 'I'm not okay, and there is nothing I or you can do about it right now.'

In silence, he envelops you in a tight embrace that you reciprocate, hiding your face in his chest.

"I'm sorry," you mumble after some minutes. Spencer leans back to look at you.

"Why are you saying sorry?"

"Because I should be working my ass right now to catch the son of the bitch who did that to his parents," you pause to control the anger that starts bubbling inside of you. "Instead of being a mess and useless here."

Spencer cups your cheeks so you can look at him.

"Hey, don't say that. You are doing even more than it is expected from our job here. You are the only one Elliot has talked to about what happened, and it has given us solid leads. Beyond that, you are helping him, caring about him, and being by his side in this horrible time."

"It's so unfair, Spencer."

He knows what you are talking about and nods in agreement. You continue talking.

"And I know there are so many other children that have to go through something as horrible as this, and they, too, have no one to take care of them. But with Elliot, I - God, I don't know why it feels different with him. The mere idea of him in the system makes me sick."

Spencer feels his chest tight, but he doesn't want to be vulnerable when you're the one who needs to be comforted. He pulls your body towards him again, holding you tight.

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A whole two days have passed, and after much insistence and even convincing Elliot to tell you not to feel bad about leaving him for a few hours, Spencer gets you to take a break. So you can take a shower, eat and sleep.

The rest of the team works full-time and around the clock to catch the unsub. With the new clues you had him identify, it was only a matter of hours before they could finally get him.

Spencer is with Elliot while he colors with crayons. On the sheet, he is painting the sky blue.

"Do you know why the sky is blue?" Elliot asks Spencer, whose lips quirked up in a smile.

"Well. It's because of something called the scattering of sunlight by the atmosphere." Elliot's eyes widen in confusion.

"Scattering of sunlight? What's that?"

"It's like when you bounce a ball off a wall, but with sunlight and tiny air particles."

Elliot giggles, picturing what Spencer just said.

"So the sun is playing ball with the sky?"

Spencer laughs, amused by the kid's imagination.

"Haha. Well, sort of. You could say that."

An excited Elliot decides what he wants to do next.

"I wanna play ball with the sun too! Can we?" 

Spencer raises an eyebrow, contemplating his response.

"Maybe not with the sun directly, but we can definitely play ball later. How about that?"

"Yes! Can I get my red ball? It's my favorite!" Elliot chirps and Spencer's heart swells.

"Sounds like a plan, buddy."

Spencer's answer seems to satisfy Elliot, who continues coloring.

He doesn't have the heart to tell the kid that maybe he will have to leave soon once a child service professional gets assigned to his case.

After a while, Elliot finishes his drawing and passes it to Spencer, who examines it curiously.

In it, there is something that resembles a woman holding hands with a child. Next to it is a sketch of what appears to be a tall man, and in the blue sky, two winged figures.

Spencer asks him who they are, pointing to the drawing.

"She's (Y/N)," Elliot points to the woman holding hands with the child.

"That's me after she found me," he explains, putting his finger over the drawn kid. "That's you," he continues, indicating to the tall man.

"I look really good here," Spencer jokes. "And these? Spencer now points to the figures in the sky."

"Mom and Dad," Elliot says, and Spencer's breath hitches in his throat. "They are in heaven now and look after me. They sent (Y/N). Mom told me."

Spencer doesn't know how to respond to that, although he's curious about the last thing he said.

"What did your mom tell you?"

"When she left me in the closet. She told me I was going to be fine. That good people would find me and take care of me. And (Y/N) found me. She's good people."

Spencer's heart protrudes with pride and love as he sees how the boy recognizes you as a good person and seems to appreciate you much more than he thought.

"She is," Spencer concedes, with a little tremble in his voice.

"You like her?"

Spencer's cheeks blush. Even a 4-year-old can catch how hooked he is for you.

"What makes you think so?"

"You look at her like dad looks to mom. And my mom told me when people look like that is because they like each other."

"You're a very clever boy, Elliot. And you're right. I like her. We are married, actually. Do you know what is that?"

The kid nods, pointing to the gold band adorning Spencer's ring finger.

"Exactly."

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After a few hours, you return to the BAU and find Elliot asleep in Spencer's arms, who is lying on the office couch.

A sad smile crosses your face. On the one hand, the image triggers so much sweetness, seeing your husband, the love of your life, taking care of a little one who needs so much love and care. But on the other hand, the certainty that there is nothing you can do to change the destiny of that little boy who, at such a young age, has already experienced such terrible things.

You are so absorbed in the image that you don't hear Garcia until she is next to you.

"This pair hasn't wasted any time. Elliot colored for a long time while he asked Spencer everything he could think of. Of course, Boy Wonder was fascinated to answer all his questions. Afterward, they gave a tour of the floor; they even ran through the hallways. They even went to play football in the parking lot. That's why they are both exhausted."

"My husband running through the hallways and playing football? Who would have thought," You joke. Garcia nods, smiling and placing a hand on your shoulder.

"How do you feel?" She also realizes how difficult this case has been for you.

"More rested, although until this is over, I don't know how I'll really deal with this."

You wouldn't have to wait long to get to that point. Just as the social worker comes to check Elliot's case and, inevitably, takes him away, Garcia gets a call from Hotch saying they have the unsub in custody.

Everything happens too fast to process, and the only thing you manage to do is sit next to Elliot while Spencer talks to Nancy, the social worker, and tells her the details of the case. The kid is awake now and telling you everything about his afternoon with Spencer.

When Nancy and Spencer peek in the door, you know what it's about. Turning to Elliot, you talk to him softly.

"Sweetheart, this is Nancy. She wants to ask you some questions. Is that okay with you?" you probe. The kid lifts his gaze to the woman at the door and frowns.

"About mommy and daddy?"

He's too smart and perceptive for his own good, you tell yourself.

"A few, yes. But you can say only what you are comfortable with, okay?"

Elliot does not look very convinced.

"Can you stay?"

Your eyes soften as you exchange a knowing look with Spencer.

"I'm sorry, dear, but I can't."

"And Spencer can stay?"

"I can't either. I'm sorry, buddy. But we promise we are going to be right outside," Spencer affirms.

Elliot reluctantly agrees, and you leave him with Nancy. Once you're out of their sight, you feel tears begin to roll down your cheeks. You turn to look at Spencer, and you see his glassy eyes, too.

He takes your hand. "Let's talk in a more private place," he tells you, entering another of the offices nearby.

Closing the door, you give free rein to your emotions and begin to sob. Spencer hugs you tight, and he cries with you. You two know you need to hold each other up right now.

When you feel you have released some of the tension, you both separate from your embrace and sit in chairs adjacent to each other. Spencer holds your hand.

You still can't believe the little boy is going to get into the system. You bite your lip in pure frustration.

"I know," Spencer says. "I don't like the idea either, but someone has to take care of him. More so now that the case is closed."

"Does the bastard even understand the damage he has caused?"

It is a rhetorical question because even if the answer were positive, it does not change the fate of little Elliot in any way.

Spencer is affected, too. During the time they spent together, he became fond of Elliot and stole his heart in the same way he did with you.

To be honest, in the last few hours, Spencer has been mulling over an idea, but he needs to talk to you first. Although he already guesses what your position could be in the matter.

"Maybe we can do something," Spencer muses, and you look at him baffled.

"We do?" you question. Spencer nods, smiling at you.

You are trying to read your husband, but his warm smile and understanding eyes won't let you anticipate what he will say to you.

With a hand stroking your cheek, he spoke next.

"Well, if you ask me, Elliot Reid has a nice ring to it."

Your eyes widen at his words.

"What? Are you saying that we- Spencer, you are suggesting that we -"

It's not that it hasn't crossed your mind. But you didn't think it was something Spencer might have considered. Although thinking about it and knowing your husband, his heart and kindness have no limits.

"We can do it. I mean, it's not going to be easy, but we could try. I think Elliot is worth it the effort."

For a moment, you're at a loss for words. Shaking your head, you are debating the idea.

"Spencer, if you only are thinking of doing this for me, it's not fair."

This time, he shakes his head before cupping your cheeks with both hands.

"Hey. If I'm suggesting the idea, it is for all of us. Elliot needs who can take care of him. And we talked about having kids a while ago, remember?"

It's true. Before getting married, you talked about it and agreed it was something you both wanted, but not yet. After two years of marriage, you had not discussed the topic again because it was tacit that you both wanted it eventually.

"Yeah, but what we talked about was me getting pregnant. This is different."

Spencer chuckles. You're right about that. But for him, it doesn't change his mind about it.

"The method? Yes. But the outcome is the same. A family. Our family."

"Are you serious about this?" You ask him, locking eyes with him as you hold his hands, pulling them out of your face.

"Absolutely," Spencer replies right away. "Is this something you want too? It won't be easy, though. There will be a lot of paperwork and interviews, and we'll have to make adjustments to our routines. And if everything goes well, we could move to a bigger house, in a neighborhood with good schools. I could lower my workload here and start teaching," he rambles, and you start giggling out of nervousness and excitement.

"I want to try this. And there is no other person more perfect than you, with whom I want to try it. I love you, Spencer Reid."

"And I love you, (Y/N) Reid."

A tender kiss seals the moment, and you're sure you've never felt so confident about doing something like this. Or at least try.

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Spencer was right. 

It took time and work. 

Months passed before you got the news that you could actually adopt Elliot.

However, while the process was happening, you became Elliot's temporary home.

If Hotch did something to make that happen, nobody mentioned it.

With periodic visits from the social worker, you showed how well cared for he was and how good he adapted to your family.

You stopped working at the BAU and started teaching. Something Spencer had suggested for him, but you decided to give it a try first.

And you never have regretted your decision.

Elliot is now part of your family. The boy you found scared inside a closet can now smile again and feel safe with you and Spencer next to him.

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[rhiandoesfandom]

Helluva Boss has a grey plot. It goes back and forth on morals and is hypocritical of itself sometimes and I like that actually. Because that's real life.

In real life you will get someone who started a fuck buddy thing then catches feelings and feels icky about it and wants to make it something real but the other person is thrown off.

In real life you get someone who was forced into parenthood from a young age and has known nothing *but* that, and has delved their whole personality into hobbies like romance novels and fantasies.

In real life you get a married couple who are attached at the hip until they say or do something that trigger one another and then they have a fight, but because of how closely theyre bonded they apologize and forgive easily.

In real life you get an abusive marriage with a kid attached and that kid has been sheltered from everything their parents ever fought about, and now is shocked to realize they hate each other.

In real life you get a guy who's in a class position where he not only becomes resentful and angry of those in a higher one, but becomes some one who kills ppl because of having to play along with the system that put him there.

In real life you get a girl being adopted right at 18, to be finally given the family she's craved and given unconditional love, and for that parental figure to be the most permissive parent ever, even putting themselves under the bus for their child every single time.

In real life you get someone who can't commit to relationships because they think they aren't worthy for them, and needs a huge wakeup call by being forced to confront that they've hurt people because of it to be able to move on and be happy.

Helluva Boss is great because real life is hell. But it's what you make of it that counts.

[prismuffin]

Hey! I was wondering how you think the spiderverse characters would react to Male reader Spiderman that can jump really high because he was bit by a jumping spider? (I may or may not be asking this because the spiderverse oc I made was bit by a jumping spider. 😅)

I just asked for ATSV asks so thank you 😼anyways I think that-

Miles would probably find you cool rather quickly. In fact you probably saved his life the first time you met. You were called to Pavitrs earth by Jessica to accompany Gwen and you caught him after he glitched and fell. For a second he thought you were swinging but nope you were just jumping super high. “Can you just naturally jump this high?!” You laughed at his shock. Later on he definitely asks where you got those hops from cause he’s pretty sure that’s not a normal spider power.

Gwen was sent to another Spider-Man’s earth in order to help out but the threat was far more powerful than they thought so they sent backup to the backup. It was you and Hobie. Watching you hop around just saving civilians while Hobie dealt with the villain was honestly pretty cool and she definitely forgot where she was for a second. Eventually she’d snap back into it and start helping as well. Afterwards she introduces herself and asks about the jumping thing. Probably makes a corny ass joke about it. Finds it pretty sick honestly.

Pavitr was still pretty new to not only being Spider-Man but also the SpiderSociety so he was still meeting tons of new Spider-people. When he first met you, you were jumping around the spider society, “So are you jumping this high from some sort of limb enhancement or?” He’d ask while his head moved up and down as he watched you. When you tell him it’s because a jumping spider bit you- he finds it so cool. Pick him up and jump with him in your arms now. He finds it so fun and his giggles are so cute as you hop around the SpiderSociety with him.

You were introduced to Hobie through the SpiderSociety. His nonchalant rebellious behavior towards Miguel and his system drew you to him and you both started talking. When you brought up the fact that you could jump super high because you were bit by a jumping spider he jokingly doesn’t believe you, egging you on to “give it a go then,” just so he can see it in action. Finds your bouncing funny and compliments the ability. Probably gives you some silly jumping related nickname.

Miguel would’ve went to your dimension because of an anomaly, he’d be pleasantly surprised to see you holding your own and it would take him a minute to recognize that you were mostly jumping around and not swinging as much. Of course he’s met many spider people but none with the ability of super jumping. After capturing the anomaly he’d question you about the ability and you tell him it’s cause you got bit by a jumping spider. Sees your potential and probably recruits you based off of that alone, saying how the multiverse could use people like you.

Peter B would be shocked to say the least. I mean all spidermen can jump pretty high and move pretty fast but you’re jumping high. “Woah kid where’d you learn to jump like that?” He’d ask with a laugh as he witnessed you in action. When you tell him you were bitten by a jumping spider he just laughs. “Man why does everyone else always get the cool powers.” Unofficially adopts you for sure like you are his son now and you can’t fight it.

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[whyoneartheven]

What head canons do you have for the LU boys? (Yes, this is a request for you to ramble about them)

aaaahhh hello! Thanks for asking, but wow, goodness me

this will take some thinking XD

umm

ok a lot of these are a lil generic or just other people’s ideas I kinda adopted but here goes!

also I didn’t expect it when I started but this got long…

for Legend, I really like the idea of him drinking tea and still having an apple orchard. And also having honey bees! (These aren’t mine originally lol) Also I feel like post LU (this ofc may change depending on the ending) he fell into depression a little bit before digging himself out with Ravio and Zelda’s help… he cut his hair during this time. idk I just feel like that would happen. I like the idea of him having a good singing voice. (merperson stuff but also even beforehand. He definitely sang lovely duets with Marin once she taught him how) Also I feel like he’s one of those people that’s always cold! So he secretly likes to cuddle :)

with Wild, I feel like… he definitely doesn’t use recipes! This is based off how I am in his game and irl, as I just throw things together and never go back to see how I made things before, but also I feel like it just fits his personality! I think it would be hilarious if he named his horses at first after anything that had an impact on him so like, one horse is named Zelda and another is Stir Fry. Or smth XDDD Also based on my experiences in game (to an extent), I feel like he doesn’t actually care about legitimately looking fashionable… it’s more that he likes wearing things that looks crazy XD

on to Hyrule! Ok this isn’t as much a headcanon as a ship but I really ship him and Aurora; I feel like they’d be absolutely adorable together but he’s really private about it! I like to think Hyrule can sew? And I think he’d love to run around barefoot on fresh grass! And just, be in love with nature in general! And maybe he doesn’t have an eye for color; he can’t tell if colors clash or actually match. Also is it just me or does he feel like out of the entire chain he could easily be a Studio Ghibli protagonist? Just me? Idk lol

Time! I like the idea of Time and Malon having a running joke that the other is color blind, and the chain eventually picks it up! And then Time keeps mistaking one color for another (on purpose or not? We’ll never know), and every time the others go wild XD (this may or may not be based on a joke my parents have irl hehe). When Time first met Malon he was very very lactose intolerant. And drank it anyway, of course! also I feel like Time really likes flowers? Idk why! And finally, if Time was in the modern world he’d be the guy who’d be eating food months to years past the expiration date…

Four, my beloved! Umm this is kinda a design idea more than anything but I like the idea of him growing his hair out and wearing it in a ponytail post LU! (provided he doesn’t die…) I don’t think of him as having voices in his head or being a system but I still like the idea of him talking to himself sometimes XD! Also this is just something canon I don’t see talked abt a lot but I love he and Twi’s relationship sm! Four totally has RBF and definitely stares at people accidentally when he’s thinking… also I saw a crack fic somewhere where Four was already married to Dot and had children and the chain were shocked; it was hilarious, and while I don’t think he would actually have kids yet, I think it’d be hilarious if he and his Zelda are already quite far along in their relationship (as I ship them lol)

the man, the myth, the legend, WIND, is next! This man has Opinions. I feel like he’s the kind of person so have opinions on things he’s only heard of two seconds before, like automatically deciding he will like a food or deciding the other way round. (And yeahhhh I’m basing him on my brother lol) I’m definitely not the one to come up with this but Wind is probably the one with the best (and most opinionated) fashion sense (most of the others are just hopeless in varying degrees so it isn’t hard)! Maybe older him bonded with young Wars in the War of Eras over this (bc I love the idea of older wind being there), Idk XD! Also he definitely braids Aryll’s hair and is generally very responsible (I mean he’s a big brother he’s gotta be XD); he starts off almost treating LU as a bit of a vacation! Nothing will go wrong, his family is safe, and he gets new friends :D

Warriors, the wonderful man, is next! I feel like he’s very nostalgic and a little sappy. Like, just in general. He likes to look back on his happy memories! Also (once again not my idea) but I like the idea of Warriors growing up either orphaned or really poor, and living in the less palatable portion of Castle Town. (Therefore he played pickup soccer as a kid; he just feels like he would lol) I definitely ship him and his Zelda (ok tbh I ship ALL the Links with their Zeldas lol). I feel like at the point of LU they’ve talked abt it but Warriors isn’t ready (thanks to Cia and maybe just all the barriers in his mind about being inferior to her or smth) Also, give this man the craziest accent you can find and I am here for it; whoever first came up with that is a genius. Ok yeah you can probably tell I love Warriors angst

XD Sky!!! My bestieeee!! If Sky was in modern times he’d be one of those people who gets sleepy when they drink coffee, fs! He is definitely the artistic one, and maybe during LU he discovers a bunch of mediums besides woodworking that he loves (and maybe he makes a bunch of art for Sun, who knows!) This next one is based off @margindoodles2407’s Forger from her loz AU but the idea that his parents died in a house fire and he lived with Gaepora and Zelda until he was older is so cool to me! And bc of this I feel like he’d really hate being around fire (to the point of panic attacks? Maybe, maybe not). Finally, hopeless bird lover Sky is a beautiful thing. As a bird watcher myself, I cannot blame him.

Last but not least is Twilight!! This guy totally holds conversations with animals all the time and it freaks people out (they can never tell if he actually understands them)! Twi definitely has a lot of respect for kids too and talks to them like they’re adults (by using the same vocabulary and tone, not by talking about things that aren’t good for kids to hear XD) and I feel like he would write painfully cheesy love poems? Twi definitely can’t cook but I feel l Ike he also cares the most about food? Idk? ALSO LET THIS MAN QUILT. IDK I THINK HE’D BE TERRIBLE AT IT BUT STILL TRY AND IT WOULD BE FUNNY

ok, and that’s it!!! Wow, that was a lot…

and I could definitely come up with more lol

[numberonetacostan]

I know I've been here a lot but, there is an AU I have where taco takes care of this random kid that she found in the woods due to the kid having nowhere else to go. I picture the way they met taco was on the ground, maybe injured. Maybe starving, and the child approached her and gave her some food to eat. She expects the child to just, go away on their own but in the end they never do and surprise surprise she gets attached to them

The kid is named luz! They are an orb of light basically. And gjinka version of them is just child with ballet outfit of sorts and a mask. She adresses taco as "miss taco." And taco finds it endearing, she always calls everyone else by like mr/ms/mx and then their name. Lil havit of theirs that shall never go away.

I picture them to just at some point get lost and stay at hotel OJ for a bit while taco is freaking the fuck out. She is so desperate she goes to hotel OJ to try and find them and luz is right there, she is very happy to see miss taco again! But it seems the others aren't?

There is more I worded better here:

Hiya Kiara!!!!^^ You have been here a lot and that makes me so very happy!!!!! :D Welcome welcome back and thank you for your submission!!!!!!!^^^^

omg who needs therapy when you can adopt a random child!!!!!! mephone accidentally makes a random kid because he had a weird dream or something and has 0 idea so now there's just a small child wondering around on the island. Maybe they're (im seeing she/they used for Luz so I'm guessing those are their pronouns? correct me if im wrong!!!) one of the lamps mephone uses to sleep from season 3!!!

Anyways!!! Tiny child sets off into the world and finds a homeless woman and gives her food and then just sort of stays with her. Like the opposite of the cat distribution system!!!! Omg her adressing everyone in that way is so cute. Miss Taco and the child she just kind of found one day my beloved.

Taco realizing the baby child is also homeless and taking them in is so very sweet. She struggles to survive on her own out here, but a child? Wouldn't make it a week, so Taco has to look after her.

OUGH the desperation Taco would need to feel to go to the hotel of all places. It gets to be nightfall and she still hasn't found Luz and not being able to see when it's dark out will make things worse!! She needs more people or at least a flashlight!!!! AAAA and Taco pointing out Mic to Luz at one point at least to let her know Mic is a friend and safe person and Luz still thinking this even after they've parted ways auhehfueiwfhuewi. You're killing me here Kiara /pos. The pure shock to everyone that it will be to hear that Taco of all people has a kid. They would be so concerned for Luz's safety but baby child has nothing but positive things to say about Miss Taco. And then Taco busts in fully in feral mode needing to find her fucking kid and oh. there she is. I can see Taco being stuck between scolding Luz for wandering off and being so very relieved to see her okay. And then reality would set back in and she would take her baby and get as far away from that hotel as she can.

[covid-safer-hotties]

The Long Covid Groups say patients are being abandoned as dedicated clinics close despite a rise in UK cases - Published Sept 8, 2024

As the UK Covid-19 Inquiry resumes with a focus on healthcare systems in each of the four nations, the Long Covid Groups (comprising Long Covid Support, Long Covid SOS, Long Covid Physio and Long Covid Kids) are shocked and deeply concerned to learn that Long Covid clinics are being closed at a time when reported cases are continuing to rise.

Charities and many medical experts have long maintained we are in the midst of a global health crisis. Without a concerted effort to address this issue, the closures will only add to the significant burdens already being faced by healthcare systems and economies.

Recent data from the US has suggested that Long Covid may affect up to 7% of the population and prevalence could rise further. The latest ONS updates have shown that incidence of long-term sickness is at record levels and has been on an upward trajectory since early 2020. Staff shortages and high levels of school absenteeism are frequently reported across the UK. The annual productivity loss in the UK resulting from Long Covid is currently estimated to be £1.5 billion.

This stark picture contrasts with the lack of support Long Covid patients are receiving. At the start of the year, there were close to 100 Long Covid clinics for adults and 13 hubs for children and young people (CYP) in England. Earlier this year however, the highly regarded NHS England national programme was stood down with responsibility for Long Covid services being delegated to each of the Integrated Care Boards (ICBs). In recent months, patients and staff have reported the closure and a severe scaling back of clinics including Devon, Hampshire, Hertfordshire, Lancashire and Surrey. Key personnel and resources are being subsumed into other NHS services and, in some cases, staff are leaving the NHS altogether. Some CYP hubs are being forced to take on patients from those that have already closed with no extra funding.

In the other UK nations, the provision of Long Covid services is individual to each health board with no centrally agreed model on what Long Covid clinics should look like. They mostly focus on therapies designed to help patients manage their conditions rather than being clinician led. There is only one service dedicated to paediatrics in Scotland with none in Northern Ireland and Wales.

The Long Covid Groups urge all governments and healthcare providers to adopt a service model that prioritises dedicated clinics supported by experienced clinician-led, multidisciplinary teams. Given the complexity and multi-faceted nature of the condition, the Long Covid Groups stress that specialists from each of the relevant disciplines should work collaboratively. In partnership with patients, they call for a healthcare framework that is dedicated to successfully diagnosing, treating and preventing Long Covid; this will contribute towards relieving the operational and financial pressures on the NHS.

Amitava Banerjee, Professor of Clinical Data Science and Honorary Consultant Cardiologist & Long Covid SOS Trustee

“The evidence for the health, healthcare and economic effects of Long Covid, whether on individuals or societies, is unequivocal. Therefore, we must ensure that coordinated research and care are prioritised for Long Covid."

Sammie McFarland, CEO & Founder, Long Covid Kids

"Appropriate funding and resources would provide clinicians with the best possible opportunity to improve patients' lives, but this hasn't been forthcoming. Rising school absenteeism and Long Covid in children are red flags demanding immediate action. Closing specialised clinics risks creating a healthcare vacuum with far-reaching consequences for healthcare, education, families, and the future workforce."

Professor Mark Faghy, Vice-Chair of Long Covid Physio

“The scaling back and closure of services around the UK at a time when the prevalence of Long Covid is rising seems counterintuitive. Before these decisions were made, there were calls from patients and healthcare workers to grow services and ensure consistency across the UK but it seems to be going the other way.”

Nikki Smith, Founding Member, Long Covid Support

“With many people now getting Covid-19 multiple times, the risk of having on-going symptoms of Long Covid is increasing, which will result in more pressure on the NHS, fewer people able to work and an even bigger hit on the economy. It must be a priority of our new public service Government to ensure effective Long Covid clinics that are up to date with the latest research, are accessible by all.”

[maccreadysbaby]

Project: Killcode

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wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

YOU GUYS, ITS HERE. THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER OF PROJECT KILLCODE. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE UNENDING SUPPORT THAT FUELED THIS FIC, GET READY TO SEE BENTLEY AGAIN REALLY, REALLY SOON ;)

part fifty-six

❝ RECOVERY ❞

THURSDAY — DECEMBER 16 — 10:43AM

ASTEN SPENT FOUR DAYS IN THE ICU FOR SEVERE BLOOD LOSS, THEN SIX MORE IN A STANDARD HOSPITAL ROOM BEFORE HE WAS CLEARED TO GO HOME.

Those days had consisted of lots of hospital visits, and long talks with the police, and social workers, and officials, and even someone from Brazil who was, apparently, still attached to Asten’s social case somehow. The Manor had been visited by just shy of half a dozen police asking Bentley for statements and explanations and opinions and descriptions. 

Bruce never let them stay for as long as they’d like. Two of the sessions, Bentley started crying in the middle of merely to get himself out of it. The other three, Bruce had cut short, because the child’s focus typically started to wane after about two hours of questioning — and each time it seemed like they wanted to stay for many hours past that.

At the fifth session, Bruce politely requested that they didn’t make him recount it anymore.

The police never came back.

But the social workers did. Over, and over, and over. Even after Asten was home, they came to the door, and called Bruce on the phone, and made him go to town for meetings and Bentley was getting really, really afraid. Not for himself, because he was adopted… but that Asten was going to get taken away.

Everyone had gotten their personal belongings back from the school about a week after the incident, including their previously confiscated phones. Since then, Bentley had been called probably a hundred or more times by so many people he couldn’t even remember all the phonecalls. Summer had called about two dozen times over the ten days Asten was in the hospital, to check on him, and on Bentley. Valor and Rockie had called him a few times, separately and together once. They, and Bellamy, were living in a group home in Manhattan, now active foster children that people could take into their homes. Bellamy never called.

Vera had called a few times on her own, checking up on him, and so did Layla. Koa called probably once every day to the same effect. Varian did, too. Chloe hadn’t called at all.

Nico called when he saw it all on the news, claiming that Bentley was some sort of hero.

He wished he would’ve lied to the police. Apparently, his involvement in the saving and releasing of the kids in the facility had been publicized, and now his name was all over every report of what happened at Redwood Academy. As if his name hadn’t already been present enough on the internet.

Now, it was forty-six days — over a month — after Asten had died and came back to life.

The Wayne’s had rallied like a small army to take really good care of Asten and Bentley after it all. 

If he were being honest, Bentley was just now starting to feel normal again. Having Asten die in his arms and then come back to life had left him in a strange stupor he really couldn’t explain — he hadn’t wanted to talk much, or do much for a while after that. Couldn’t feel much, like the shock to his systems had been so severe it numbed his nerves entirely.

But now, he was getting back into the groove. Slowly becoming Bentley again. It involved lots of crying for no reason, and panic attacks with no clear triggers, and nightmares that he woke up from screaming, and pep-talks from various brothers and sisters, and lots of time spent with Asten to prove he was real, but Bentley was okay. He was doing good. Putting the past behind him and moving on, thankful that everything had worked out in the end. It was like he was re-living his first months in the Manor, having to learn himself again.

(It was much easier to learn himself this time around, though, now that he was surrounded by the people who knew him better than he knew himself.)

He was good. He was Bentley again.

And he was never, ever, going back to school. Not a public school, or a private school, or a boarding school, or a finishing school, or a fine arts school, or any school in the whole entire world. Ever. He’d decided that much. 

He’d also decided that, anything the police learned, he didn’t want to know. The minds behind it, who had been in on it all, how long they’d been doing illegal stuff under that school — he wanted no part of it, not a single shred of information to pass his ears about Redwood Academy, or the Secret Keeper, ever again.

So nobody told him anything.

It was a sunny Thursday in Gotham. Bruce had left early that morning for some meetings with social workers he had to attend, in Manhattan, of all places. Bentley had just gotten out of the shower and changed into a hoodie and sweats. He was merely standing in the middle of his room, scrubbing his hair with a towel and watching messages flood his phone screen from where it lay on his bed. He never stopped getting text messages anymore.

He was broken out of his trance by a knock on his door.

“Come in,” He said.

The door swung hesitantly open. He wasn’t quite sure who he’d expected, Asten or Jason or Dick or Damian, but it was none of them.

It was Vera.

She was dressed in her typical style — jeans with really baggy legs, a small, black tank top with a tiny gemstone heart that didn’t exactly meet her bottoms, black vans, and a massive racing jacket with colorful emblems all over it that all but swallowed her. Her hair was up in what looked like a ponytail, but was really just a big clip.

"Oh, hey," Bentley said, blinking in confusion at her sudden appearance, tilting his head to glance in the hallway. What was she doing at the Manor?

"Hey," She replied, glancing around his bedroom before stepping through the threshold, bouncing awkwardly on the balls of her feet. "Your brother let me in. My aunt and Noah and I are on our way to North Carolina for a verywell deserved vacation, so we were passing through. I didn't really get to tell you bye after school ended, so I... thought I'd drop by."

Bentley blinked, tossing his towel into a basket across the room. "That's nice of you."

She shrugged, a small smile tugging upward on her lips. 

"Sometimes I can be that way."

Bentley snickered, and they fell silent. Vera leaned on his doorframe, cocking a hip and crossing her ankles. “Have you heard from Valor and Rockie?”

“Yes,” Bentley replied, easy. “I wish they didn’t have to stay with those strangers.”

Vera sighed lightly. “Yeah. Me, too. I heard, though, that they were requesting Rockie go with Bellamy, wherever he ends up. Which is good.”

“Yeah, it is…” Bentley muttered. “I just wish they wouldn’t be separated and taken away to wherever their potential foster parents live.”

Vera nodded, thoughtfully. “Maybe it would be good for them to get away, though. That’s why I’m going on vacation.”

A moment of quiet came and went.

“And how are you? Really?” She asked, tapping her fingers against his doorframe. “You always say fine over the phone.”

Bentley breathed in and out, looking down. “I’m getting there. Almost back to normal.”

He felt Vera smile more than he actually saw her smile. “Good.”

Bentley said nothing, but smiled and nodded slightly, glancing down at his shoes.

A moment of silence passed between them, and Vera glanced around again, walking into the room  a few paces and plopping on the foot of his bed with a heavy sigh. "I have something to tell you. It's... the real reason I'm here, actually..."

Bentley exhaled, taking note of her slightly closed-off body language; something that usually indicated nerves. The last time one of his friends had been so serious with him, Nico told him he was moving away.

So Bentley sat down on the foot of his bed next to her, watching her closely. "Okay."

Vera glanced at him, then down at her own fidgeting hands, like she was wrestling with something in her mind. A few moments of quiet contemplation came and went where neither of them said anything.

"I really like you, Red," She breathed, so quietly it was nearly inaudible. She didn't look at him as she spoke. "As juvenile as it sounds, I guess I... I guess I have a crush on you."

That's when Bentley's brain promptly decided to stop functioning. He blinked once.

"What?" Was his glorious response. He couldn't seem to comprehend her words, even though he knew exactly what she'd said. He’d heard it like a train whistle cutting through an empty countryside.

Vera looked back over at him, a hint of red touching her cheeks. "I-I don't know," She stammered awkwardly, looking away. "It's been different since the dance. I know it's gonna sound stupid and cheesy, but when you showed up in the crowd, and you looked... and it... it was like I couldn't see anyone else."

Bentley said nothing. Why was his heart beating so fast all of a sudden? Sure, he had wondered why he wasn't interested in girls, and why they weren't really interested in him, and he had wondered if something was wrong with him but now it was... now a girl was... and he...

"I told myself at the dance that it was just the adrenaline, but then I couldn't stop thinking... about you," She admitted softly, looking even further away from him. "All the time."

"...Oh," Was the next masterful reply he came up with.

She glanced back over, and she suddenly looked... different. He couldn't exactly place why. She looked the same, obviously -- it was just Vera, with her purple-touched black hair and dark eyes that were more sparkly now than they'd ever been. Like he was seeing her in a different light, or from a different angle, and he couldn't really explain it.

His heart, which had been beating really fast, promptly stopped its pounding in favor of a flatline when she reached over and ruffled his hair. It was the same motion that Dick did to him all the time, but this time it felt... different. "Well, now that that's over... bye!"

Vera shot off the bed and made for the door in a blink.

"Wait!" Bentley called after her, and she paused in the threshold of his bedroom with a defeated sigh, slowly turning back toward him.

"Don't make me go through the misery of repeating myself," She whined, her face deepening to a tomato color. She brought a hand up to cover it but it didn't really help. "You're cute, and you're nice, and you're funny, and I really like you, okay?"

Bentley blinked a few times, and he thought he might've heard the windows reboot chime playing in the back of his head. He stood up and took a few tentative steps toward her. "Are you... I mean, really?"

"Yeah, dummy," She snickered, moving forward and meeting him in the middle. She brought her hand up, black-painted nails fiddling with the strings of his hoodie anxiously, like it was hers instead. She ended her thought with a quieter: "You're amazing."

A moment of silence filtered between them, and Bentley just sort of stared. His heart was absolutely pounding out of his chest, and the closer she got to him, the faster it seemed to get. He felt like he couldn't breathe, and his hands were kind of clammy, but not like he was anxious or about to have an attack. A kind of couldn't breathe that almost felt... good.

Did that mean he... well, he thought he might've... but he... how did guys think straight standing so close to a girl?

He cleared his throat nervously, glancing down at his socks — and he found the toes of her tennis shoes very close to his own. "So... what do we do now?"

"Well... you can let me leave to wallow in my embarrassment and misery," She replied, jabbing a thumb towards the door. 

Bentley blinked twice. "Why?"

Vera glanced up at him, then snickered, then shrugged, in an uncomfortable combination of movements. "Because you're just, y'know... you. You don't care about girls n'... stuff."

Bentley glanced down at his feet again. "Well, I care about you."

The words came out before he could stop them. Another moment of quiet passed, and Vera looked up at him, and -- why did she look so different up close? He was sure nothing about her had changed, but she was... prettier. Or something. Or maybe he was really seeing her for the first time. He didn't know. What he did know, though, was that she was really close to him, and if she got any closer she'd probably hear his heart slamming around inside of his ribcage like a rabid animal in a zoo enclosure.

She glanced up at him, then back down. And it was her turn to say: "Oh."

Bentley didn't reply, instead, trying to work through all the everything and nothing that was going through his mind. Vera, she... well, she was cool, and she was funny, and she was pretty, and she'd saved his life, and she... sheliked him. It wasn't something he'd expected in a million years. But now that he knew she liked him, it... changed things. 

He felt different. Before, it wasn't so hard to get words out, but now he was... nervous. And fidgety. And he kind of felt like he might throw up, but, like, not really. Why couldn't he look at her the same way anymore?

Her brown eyes met his, and all thoughts left his head in an instant. (Was this how Asten felt around Georgia?) 

Vera breathed in. "Do you trust me, B?"

Bentley blinked. "Yeah?"

For a few seconds, Bentley — completely oblivious to what was happening and unable to focus enough to figure it out — just looked at Vera. And she just looked at him. And then she touched him, which sort of made him feel like he might catch on fire -- a hand on the back of his head. And then, in one fell swoop, she tugged him closer and pressed her lips against his.

He thought he might have a heart attack and die on the spot, which would be awkward, but he was pretty sure he didn't. What he did do was go rigid; completely, utterly frozen, and make a strangled noise of shock in the back of his throat, which was still kind of embarrassing. Thankfully, his brain wasn't working enough to register it. Or anything. At all.

His heart was literally threatening to crack his ribs, and his entire body was suddenly a million degrees hotter than it had been. It was only a few seconds that they were touching, but it felt more like hours, and his hands drifted upwards and just hovered in the air because what was he even doing with them in the first place? He felt like he might pass out, but that would be embarrassing, so he didn't. 

When she finally pulled away, Bentley was pretty sure he could hear the sizzle of his brain frying inside his head, and he felt the agonizing process of his face heating up until it was probably the same shade as his hair.

Vera didn't move her hand, and their faces were really close, and he was struggling to have coherent thoughts about anything anymore. He kind of just felt like melting into a puddle of goo and soaking into the floor. In a good way. Maybe.

"Or we can do that?" She asked.

He still wasn't sure he'd taken a breath yet. "Uh-huh..."

Vera cringed. "Don't tell me I broke you. It couldn't have been that bad!"

Bentley blinked. Bad. Bad? No, no, it wasn't bad. It... he... it wasn't... he... 

He felt really weird. Sort of like he was on fire. And like he was about to disintegrate into a pile of ashes. 

"No... it wasn't... bad," He stammered, glancing down at his own hands. No, it wasn't bad. He didn't know how to explain how it was. It was different. It was strange. It was odd. It was weird, and out of the norm, and new, and...did he even have the vocabulary for this sort of thing?

"No?" Vera asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her hand slid down to the back of his neck, burning a hole there. "Because you look like you might blackout."

"I might," He agreed easily. Vera chuckled, and for some reason it made his stomach do a flip.

"I have to say, making a guy pass out with a first kiss would have to set me some kind of record," She smiled, easing slowly back into her typical comedic demeanor, a new sort of... Bentley didn't know. Happiness, about her? "But seriously... let's not blackout."

"Okay," Was what he said, mind really full and stupidly, stupidly empty. She chuckled at him again.

"Okay."

Neither of them moved, and it took a moment for Bentley to work up the courage to bring his eyes back up to her's again. She was smiling like an absolute idiot, in a way he'd never seen her smile before; a way that made her eyes all glittery. Her cheeks and nose and ears were painted red, but not half as red as his, he knew that for a fact. And she was just so... pretty.

She stepped forward and hugged him.

Well.

What did they do from now on?

For now, he hugged her back.

—

Bruce walked back to the Manor at almost ten that night, with a chipper smile and a bounce to his step. Bentley had wondered all day why he had to go all the way to Manhattan to meet with Asten’s social workers. 

Bentley promptly realized Asten’s social workers hadn’t been in the ones he was meeting in Manhattan, when three people followed Bruce into the Manor.

One with massive platinum wings and a cowboy hat, one with giant metal gloves and inhuman green eyes, and one with poison in his veins and filters on his wrists.

Bentley might’ve cried just a little, and he finally realized how okay everything really was going to be.

--

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING. YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE INSANE AMOUNT OF JOY THIS BRINGS ME. UNTIL BENTLEYS NEXT ESCAPADE, MY FRIENDS (WHICH IS NOT AS FAR AWAY AS IT SEEMS)

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[ex-foster]

I know a few people who are mandated reporters (paramedics) and it really shocks me how little they know about the foster care system.

Some people are so ignorant about the foster care system that it is news to them that North America (and many other nations) no longer have orphanages. Some believe that foster kids are orphans or conflate adoption and foster care.

Many others don't understand that foster care is often considered the "pipeline" to homelessness and sex trafficking. It's very shocking to me that mandated reporters who are supposed to be the "heroes" who rescue trafficked people often are ignorant on the foster care system but also the fact that many of them watch pornography. It is a huge conflict of interest for porn watchers to be the ones that are in the position to respond to sex trafficking victims. (see stories related to the porn hub scandals).

I think as a former foster kid, it's just shocking to discover all the ways in which the entire system is broken. I know paramedics and medical staff who have made rape and pedophilia jokes, and others who mocked patients who were likely victims of sex trafficking. (I used to work in a hospital). I have written a letter to the CEO of the hospital explaining disturbing things I've seen from mandated reporters working there and I received a polite response back validating my concern.

However I find that there truly isn't enough awareness on the issue. Compare the visibility of former foster kids who aged out of care to the visibility of other groups like LGBTQ+ for example. There is several areas in my city which have the rainbow flag and trans flag painted on the sidewalk for SEVERAL blocks. There are pride flags on the windows of shops in my local mall, on the cross walks downtown, Pride murals painted on the sides of buildings, there is pride merchandise at public libraries, gaming events, indie shops, clothing retail, music shops, badges, enamel pins, tote bags, beer cans, key chains, balloons, stuffed animals etc. The LGBT merchandise is almost inescapable.

This group maintains that this form of acceptance is driven by corporate greed ("Rainbow capitalism") and consider the merchandise to be a shallow form of acceptance. But from my perspective at least you guys HAVE visibility. All of this visibility truly does change public perception of LGBT and normalizes and destigmatizes. It can be the ice breaker for conversations on social change and acceptance. It can convince the public to advocate for the minority.

However I find that the public perception of the foster child and youth who aged out of care needs more public attention. We are seen as delinquent, troubled, mentally unstable, social pariahs, and our struggles when we age out of care are poorly understood by the public. People can and do mock the difficulties faced by youth who age out of foster care. Where is our flag? Where are our advocates and allies? Why are "progressives" especially more likely to socially exclude, threaten, and bully us?

For the amount of discourse I see on "terfs" and "swerfs" - why do I see absolutely ZERO discourse on how feminists exclude girls from foster care? I have eyes and I can see that we are exclusively mentioned in the abortion debate. I see when you feminists call us "unloved" and "unwanted". I see when you feminists say things like "being aborted is the better alternative than growing up in foster care". I see you when you accuse pro-lifers of "not caring" about foster kids while simultaneously claiming you also don't care about foster kids.

We could genuinely use grassroots activism in this area yet I barely see anyone interested in this sort of activism (besides those who work in child welfare and social work who are not laymen in these issues). It's actually really annoying dealing with "progressives" because they are so ignorant on this topic that you have to go back to square one and explain the basics on why former foster kids are a vulnerable group.

[cherryrainn]

hey don’t know if you saw this I had the suggestion of headcanons for Moxxie and Millie being parents to a half-succubi/imp little girl 6-8 Moxxie fathered on a one night stand he’s only just discovered after he was contacted the girl was found to be his through a dna test as the girl was put up for adoption at birth. After the shock and talking it over with Millie they agree to adopt the girl and raise her. I like the idea she’d be a sweet happy little thing like I imagine moxxie was when his dad wasn’t around and having a good voice like him too. I imagine she’d look like her grandma but with white hair and succubus wings. I could see Mox as being both a terrified and overprotective dad while at the same time a sweet and loving one. Millie I think she’d be less worried and let her have fun, being a sweet loving mama, though if anyone hurts her little girl they’re fucked. Also how the rest of imp is with her. Blitz would be the crazy/cool uncle type while Loona would like the kid once she warmed up to her but could act distant like an older sister. I could also see Mox/Mills asking Stolas for parenting advice as well. Just wanna clarify mox didn’t cheat this was years before he met Millie.

M&M WITH A HALF SUCCUBI/IMP DAUGHTER .

; pairing ; millie + moxxie

; note ; this is so sweet 😭i had a lot of fun making these up. hope this is good!

; warnings ; none

the initial shock of discovering he has a daughter is overwhelming for moxxie.

he goes through a whirlwind of emotions, from disbelief to fear of becoming a father.

millie, being the supportive and understanding wife she is, helps moxxie come to terms with the situation.

after many conversations and sleepless nights, they decide to open their hearts to their newfound daughter.

their daughter, a sweet and happy little girl, quickly steals their hearts.

she has moxxie's good-natured personality and a voice that echoes his own.

her laughter is like music to their ears.

her appearance takes after moxxie's side of the family, resembling her grandmother, but with unique features like white hair and delicate succubus wings.

moxxie, despite being terrified and overprotective, is a devoted father.

he reads parenting books, installs security systems, and learns how to do her hair.

he's the dad who's anxious about scraped knees and bedtime stories.

millie, on the other hand, is the laid-back and loving mama.

she encourages their daughter's creativity and adventurous spirit.

she's the one who introduces her to imp games and lets her stay up a bit later on weekends.

blitzo becomes the cool uncle, showering her with pranks and silly jokes

he takes her under his arm for impromptu adventures and teaches her the fine art of chaos.

moxxie is totally against this though, millie also a little bit.

but that man just doesn't back down.

he wants the be the greatest uncle of all time

loona, acting distant at first, eventually warms up to the little one.

she becomes an older sister figure, protective in her own way. deep down, she cares a lot but struggles to express it.

moxxie and millie, unsure about certain parenting aspects, cautiously approach stolas for advice.

surprisingly, stolas is 100% down to help out

if anyone dares to hurt their little girl, those two are NOT letting whoever did it get away with it.

they go CRAAZZYY

over time, they create their own family traditions, from their own holidays to weekend movie nights.

just some fun stuff

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Dib Membrane & Gaz Membrane X adopted sibling reader? Could add in profesor Membrane too since it’s more of a family dynamic

Maybe the reader is overly happy all the time and agrees with everything that Dib says when it comes to aliens or even cheers Gaz on when on a hard part of a video game, even going along with some of Prof’s silly little experiments.

Just so you know i'm going to make the sibling around 2 to 3 in this. Also I love this concept!

Dib and Gaz & adopted sibling Reader

Prof Membrane

★ Who gave this man another child? Where did you even come from? Why are you now apart of his family? Those are just a few of the questions that will never be answered.

★ He might not be the perfect father but he's trying. He takes a more hands on approach with parenting you, by that I mean he's not absent all the time. (No joke, Prof Membrane from the original series was a pretty awful dad)

★ "Can I press the button?" Yes, yes you can. He actively encourages you to mess around in his lab (assuming that all harmful chemicals are put away and out of reach) and shadow him while he's working. Observation is an important part of science after all!

Dib

★ He's a little off put by the fact that his dad brought a literal baby home (ur like 2/3 not, so not a baby >:( ) and said it was his new sibling. But after the initial shock and confusion wears off he just accepts it. I guess he has another sibling now?

★ He really acts like a big brother. He looks after you when dad is out doing something or at work and he tries to keep you out of trouble. Dispute getting himself into trouble fairly often.

★ Sometimes he sits you down on his bed and practically rants about whatever paranormal creature is on his mind. He very much enjoys the many questions you ask, no matter how basic. "What's a bigfoot?" He's so glad you asked-

★ You are literally the only person who supports his paranormal interests in this whole family. His interest in the paranormal rubs off on you and you end up becoming a mini-paranormal investigator yourself. He's very proud!

Gaz

★ "Listen, dont go in my room, dont drink the soda in the fridge and don't bother me. Got it?" Is the first thing she said to you. Assuming you listen to her she will eventually warm up to you.

★ She gives you a unplugged controller if you want to play a game with her. It works surprisingly well untill you get to old for that trick, or untill somebody points it out.

★ When you cheer her on while she's playing a game she tells you to hush up. But it's not in a rude or mean way, more of a "I heard and acknowledge what you said" kinda way. But she's bad at expressing it so...

★ After awhile of letting you play with an unplugged controller she eventually lets you "borrow" one of her older handheld systems along with a handful of some of the kid friendly games in her collection. She does get a little upset when you delete her old saves though.

[perahn]

@bettydicebettydice said: BG3 fic #2 sounds INTERESTING!!! snippet pls

jadesabre301 said: GIVE ME THE GITH HEADCANONS

I regret that there are not, as yet, any actual sentences in this story, just a pile of headcanon and some plot notes that are sitting in a gmail draft because that way I can get at them almost wherever I happen to be.

I will say that a lot of the fic is about family. Daddy Halsin is, of course, in his element with those wagonfuls of orphaned children to love and care for, and all of them adore him. It is not nearly so effortless for Varash, who also has a great deal of ongoing culture shock to deal with on the Prime (and was told by one of the kids, in no uncertain terms, that she is too bony and skinny for cuddling).

It's Oliver, who always wanted a papa and a mama and a dog, who starts calling Varash ghullva'ye one day - much to her surprise, because he pulled the gith for 'chosen parent' right out of her mind. Then a few of the other kids pick it up, and eventually Varash has a smaller number of kids (mostly older) who attach harder to Ghullva'ye than to Daddy Halsin. And many of them are happy to learn gith so they can talk properly with her, and with the hatchling githyanki Lae'zhan (this needs finessing: the fist part is, of course, for Lae'zel, and the latter for Xan, which is what she calls the hatchling, But Lae'xan looks odd to me. zh- feels like a more appropriate githerai spelling, but it doesn't look right either and the connection gets lost. It sounds much better than it looks).

And it's about that time that Gale teleports in, having finally remastered plane shift, and takes Varash, Halsin and Lae'zhan off to Limbo, so that Varash can see her mother (who is shocked to have a githyanki grandson but comes around) and make a full report about the whole Absolute crisis and what the recovery of Prince Orpheus might mean for the githzerai.

I promise, she was going to make that report to Zaerith Menyar-Ag-Gith even before the epilogue!

As for headcanons... I don't want to get too deep into how I decided the egg-laying should work, because I'm not 100% happy with it yet. BUT I can give you some random bits, like:

Githzerai settlements are generally centred around the pools. This is a relic of illithid colonies and their brine pools, but gith eggs still require incubation in warm water at a constant temperature to hatch. Eggs are kept communally, but most parents will chose to raise their own, once hatched.

There is something like a creche system, but the only children raised entirely by creche are those whose parents reproduced solely as a duty to the species. There is no particular stigma attached to this, and often these children will be adopted by other parents anyway. The creche therefore serves more as socialisation and early education.

I was talking about the pools, whoops. So one corner of them is for the eggs, but the rest is available to any gith who wants to come and swim or soak. Githzerai gather there to talk and relax, tend the eggs, meditate, etc. It would be the first place you'd look for a gith who you knew wasn't engaged in any particular work at the time or at home.

[thisuserislilsilly]

Codex entry: Cardrean Penitent regiment 958TH and Commissar Gallius

Summary: Ah you think I had only Space Marines eh? You think I wouldn't have enough brain for other characters? Well you're oh so WRONG! I GOT THESE GUARDSMAN TOO!!!!

Goblings tagged: None! If you want to keep updates with these characters let me know!

Regiment name

The Death wishers of Cardrean

Specialization

Suicide missions, cannon fodder or used as shock troops. This Penal Legion follows the standard methods of punishing those who serve in these dishonorable ranks. Even if a guardsmen survives the hard battlefield that he was tasked to die in, the officers in command will always place these survivors in squads and throw them into even harder and impossible odds.

Uniform

The Death wishers do not posses a distinctive batch nor emblem anywhere in their armor. Supposedly because none of them matter and would be a waste of resources, in reality this is a excuse to explain the bad behavior of those who form part of this Legion for they tend to remove any patches as quickly as possible to spite their superiors however they can.

Equipment

Lascarabines, explosives collars, mono knives and krak grenades.

Vehicles

Leman Russ tanks, Hydra and Hellhounds. This last tank is used indiscriminately by the regiment commanders as is common for these tanks to move alongside infantry troops firing their flamethrowers even when there are allies in the direct line of fire

Planet Name

Cardrean

Planet Type

Hive city world. It's infamous amongst their planetary system as it holds a wide variety of Hive gangs with a vast crime problem across the entire world; the local authorities are usually backed up by Arbites that are more successful in catching the thieves and killers from the gangs that the local police. Most of these prisoners eventually end up in the Penal Legion one way or another, Cardrean has been spared momentarily for the high efficiency the Legion has proven to be in combat, but is uncertain how long this mercy on the planet will last.

Culture

While most citizens have adopted the same culture and routines of the rest of the Imperium, one must look at the Hive gangs to discover the original culture Cardrean possessed before being discovered by the rest of Mankind.

Savages by nature, the gangs follow a command structure that resembled the tribes of old present in Cardrean. Each gang believes to be descendant of one specific tribe and will adapt their mannerisms and traditions along with their colors, some of these are the following:

-Mute rages: Words are useless for this gang as they are insufficient to express a human feelings completely, thus the gang members are quiet by nature and never talk to one another communicating only through sign languages or other physical actions. The chiefs have their mouths sealed with stitches and pieces of metal directly pressed against their lips, this is considered as the ultimate step towards "ascension" and are highly respected because of it.

-Eternal sisters: A gang composed entirely by women, this is one of the most dangerous gangs in the entire planet as they have gained a reputation for being extremely brutal and secluded from the outside world. Rumors tell of how they kidnap the daughters of citizens or even other gangs and trained them to form part of their ranks or how they leave young boys in the doorstep of Imperial citizens.

-High Axes: Taking a more disciplinary and military structure, criminals of this gang are likely to be the first to be chosen for the Penal Legion. Following a strict set of rules and routines since kids are old enough to walk, there is virtually no tactic or weapon this gang hasn't trained with, most of their weaponry is smuggled in from other corners of the galaxy or simply stolen by Legion soldiers that hide them in their clothes and when "returning home" (usually their dead corpse) the gang is able to find these weapons for their future use in training or real combat.

-Tech lunatics: Members of this gang have become obsessive with bionic implants and set out to completely change their flesh with mechanical limbs. Performing illegal and clandestine surgeries on themselves, most criminals that are captured and translated to the Legion from this gang have little "flesh limbs" to speak of and do not get along very well with those who don't share their fanatism for implants. Despite all this, these soldiers are the most resistant of the Legion and are most likely to be used as cannon fodder or equipped with bomb vests

Physiology

Due to the poor lighting in the deepest places of the Hives of their world, Cardreans have gotten used to see in the dark, their eyes adapting much more quickly than normal to poor lighted areas and have a better sense of direction than most. This too had taken a toll in their skin, being paler that your average human being, the first time Cardreans are exposed to extended periods under the sun their skin will burn and have bruises that can last for a lifetime on their bodies, the toughest take this punishment with pride and will remove clothing pieces to display these marks wherever they go to show how resilient they can be.

Geography

The ruins of Inferadon Cluster are a painful reminder to the citizens of Cardrean what happens when the Imperium is pushed to its limits of patience. Inferadon used to be a Hive filled to the brim with criminality and one of the biggest smuggling spots in the entire planet. The people of this Hive took great pride in this dishonorable fame offering all kinds of resistance and obstacles for Arbites as well as local authorities to regain control over the city; after years of an ongoing war with the Hive the Imperium had enough and launched a massive offensive against the city using artillery nonstop for entire weeks with troops deployed in the edges of the city instructed to not let anyone get out of the Hive.

The result of this action was the complete destruction of the Hive and its inhabitants, the rubble and destroyed buildings that weren't completely damaged can still be visible from miles away. Cardreans avoid passing through the death city as much as possible telling of ghosts and spectral voices cursing the Imperium that anyone could hear if they pass through there.

Coex of: Commissar Gallius De Mornaat

《 General 》

Full Name

Gallius Heiray de Mornaal

Nicknames

"Fricking nice-guy", "Wise a***"

Age

42

Species

Human

Gender

Male

Sexuallity

Homosexual

Faction

Imperium of Mankind

Sub-faction

Commissary

Occupation

Comissar

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"I didn't get here to be killed by worthless piles of Xenos, double time you repulsive wastes of meat!"

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《Strengths》

| Blunt, leader, tactician, loyal, resilient |

Being a comissar is no easy task, even less so in the 958th, but Gallius accomplishes the task proudly and successfully. Many testimonies of other regiments and associates of the Legion speak of the cold demeanour the Comissar has not exceeding the amount of "order" he imposes onto his soldiers but neither giving them too much freedom so they rebel against him. Gallius has adopted the personality and traits that perfectly matches those he watches over.

《Weaknesses》

| Emotional, his daughter, easily enraged, deceptive, stubborn |

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"I set myself to learn every name of my troops but do not think it is for a good cause, on the contrary is for yelling personalized insults"

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《Personality》

With an almost imperceptible sense of humor and a commanding voice that can make even the most dangerous criminals shut up and listen to him; Gallius has spent half of his life amongst the worst kind of people the Imperium has within it and it shows in his behavior. The man can be cruel or cold-hearted when the situation needs it or pressing moral decisions appear in war, but too can be oddly comforting and soft if he's treated as an equal, he may not show it and manifest it but Gallius deeply cares for the lives of his soldiers not only in their utility but too on a more personal level.

Punishments and private conversations are just excuses the comissar uses to have intimate moments with those under his command and the Penal Legion replies with their own way of caring for Gallius. Behind all the insults and death threats the doomed soldiers dedicate to their comissar, it has been noted their fervor at the hour of defending the life of their superior or not letting anyone else get close to him unless Gallius has explicitly stated he wished to meet someone, both parties would openly deny any sort of bond, but deep inside every guardsman cares for Gallius and he does everything in his power to keep them alive as long as possible.

| Beliefs |

Gallius doesn't follow the Imperial Truth literally, this has brought him problems with other more fanatic officers in command, without clouding his judgment based on what the Imperium aspires to be Gallius keeps a very good sense of the reality om the battlefield as well as the daily lives of his Legion, for as doomed as they are.

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"Right, next one to die because they tried to be a hero will be remembered forever as a idiot, I need you all alive and in good shape! I'M NOT GOING SOFT YOU SONS OF A-!"

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《Equipment》

| Weapons |

Bolt pistol, chainsword, laspistol and a lasgun if neither the bolt or laspistol are being used at that particular moment

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"The myth I've been alive for so long because I haven't faced death directly is an insult to my years of service"

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《Childhood》

Being the eldest son of a Comissar it was only natural for Gallius to be trained to become one of this officers of the Schola Progenium since early age. Practically all of his childhood was dedicated to train and prepare himself to command others in the field of battle displaying quite some abilities and quick thinking that made him stick out from the rest of his group.

Proving his worth he eventually was assigned as a Cadet-Comissar for a small regiment which gave Gallius quite some reputation for his strict and high levels of success in said regiment. Despite all of this recognition Gallius didn't felt those guardsmen were worth his efforts and eventually left the regiment leaving it far more capable and experienced that how it was upon his arrival.

《Adulthood》

Passing through different regiments and styles of commanding, Gallius got bored of the standard methods and soldiers he had to see every day not feeling any of those regiments offered him a challenge. However when the comissar of the 958th Penal Legion disappeared under rare circumstances, Gallius offered himself to take the position and command said Legion. Most thought the comissar had went mad or had a deathwish to fulfill but nobody opposed to the petition of Gallius. This proved to be the best decision in the entire life of the comissar.

The man finally found the place where he belonged, the rough attitude and tough missions the Legion has gone through fitted Gallius like a hand in gloves; the regiment soon connected with the way of leadership Gallius had and the 958th continues to perform way beyond the initial expectations the Imperium had for those who were tasked to serve their sentence in death.

Despite what everyone else could say about the regiment, nobody can deny that the 958th and their comissar Gallius have become inseparable after 6 years of working together fighting the enemies of the Imperium with every fiber of their bodies.

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"The Emperor will smile upon all you WHEN THIS LEGION ACHIEVES REASONABLE RELOADING TIMES! DO IT OR YOUR CHEST WILL BECOME A NICE LITTLE PILE OF BLOOD!!!!"

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[misfxts]

(I’m on mobile. Unfortunately the site is ass. For ichisada in her Pokémon verse if that’s okay)

Glimpses of the Past @brrnedoutbrrista

As a young girl, Uncle often regaled Ichisada with stories of his early life, her favorite was the story of what spurred him into becoming a professor in the first place:

Uncle was a young adult from Unova living in Johto when the infamous slowpoke incident happened, it was a shock and Uncle was as horrified as anyone else to learn what Team Rocket was doing in that well.

But what upset Uncle more was the fact that any chef from a region where slowpoke tails were considered a delicacy were chased out of the region-- locals dismissing the dish as cruel, meaningless abuse of the creature; and that these people opening these restaurants that served slowpoke tails were surely monsters-- which justified witch hunts, vandalism, and general discrimination.. right?

No, Uncle knew better, they were a delicacy-- you just had to do it right, cut a few inches away from the base and the tail grows back in half the time, any closer could result in stunted growth-- or no growth at all.

The people had to know, he refused to let those Team Rocket bastards ruin something that people was an integral part of other region's cultures.

So, with spite in his heart, he hit the books, and soon became the Pokemon Goods Professor. With his research easily accessible to all, to make sure no one would be discriminated because of what they ate.

Ichisada thought of that story often when she herself was running through the gauntlet to become a professor; the sleepless nights, heavy coursework, internships.. residencies.. you needed some sort motivation to get through it, lest you'd lose your mind and drop out.

Uncle's motivation was spite.. what was Ichisada's motivation?

She leans back from her desk in her dorm room, staring at the ceiling. This thought wasn't productive-- she needed to get that assignment done.. but fuck. She needed the break.

Ichisada stands up and starts to stretch-- she'd sitting too long at that desk-- and thinks about the question she posed to herself.

Well.. she was surrendered at birth, she was told her mother was just a teenager and signed the papers to surrender her to the region without a second thought. Her mom must have made that choice well in advance, if that was the case.

Then, she went from home to home, a couple different foster parents being kind enough to give Ichisada her first Pokemon-- Buneary. She couldn't believe that the foster system let her keep it, even after she was transferred to a different home. It was nice having some sort of constant as she was shuffled throughout Kalos, through foster parents who became foster parents for the wrong reasons, or through the other kids, who decided Ichisada was the odd one out.

Eventually, she found herself in Uncle's home. She was distrustful at first, but soon warmed right up to Uncle. To say that they got along like a house on fire was an understatement-- Ichisada had never felt so at ease, so safe with an adult before. She almost didn't believe it was real.

She also didn't believe it when Uncle made the choice to adopt her, and even gifted her a Litten from a business trip in Alola to celebrate her new home.

Ichisada was so, so thankful. So happy that she finally had stability, love, schedule. Everything a kid left to the whims of the foster system could ever want; she didn't have to fight for her place in the world, she didn't have to prove herself worthy-- she was. Uncle made sure she knew that every day.

No longer surviving, now thriving. Ichisada had awakened an interest in Uncle's work-- she always had as a kid, but never had the time to really look into it.. and the two quickly discovered how easily Ichisada understood the work that went into his research. Uncle had never intended for Ichisada to become his successor, it would ultimately had been her choice to do so or not.. but he couldn't hide his excitement!

Everything was coming up aces.. until.. it happened.

Those damn brutes, breaking in, demanding research that Ichisada had never heard of before as she hid behind a cabinet as Uncle tried to reason with them... and where did it get him?

Dead.

Ichisada shakes her head, she doesn't want to think about it. His body, the noises.. no. Not useful right now. She pushes through the memories, the funeral, everything up until now.

Why is she doing this?

...It's love.

She loved Uncle, one of the first adults she cared for and they cared for her just as much. Uncle wanted to be called Uncle because he thought being called dad was weird... but no, for all intents and purposes-- that was her dad, DNA be damned, that was her fucking dad.

And she was going to do him proud, take over his research. Because she loved him.

Ichisada smiled, finding her answer. She took back to her research.

And it was love that got her to walk across that stage, holding that funny piece of paper that declared her a professor.

She felt proud, she just hoped that Uncle-- wherever he may be-- was proud of her too.

[justsigma-bsd]

Yes but, Nikolai barely ever actually punished any of his kids, I haven’t seen him do it once and I’ve read how that kid got punished I the past. Maybe it was a shock to the system.

He needs adult supervision, if he tries to legally adopt those kids there’s gonna be some issues I think. He’s a bizarre guy and I understand his parents suck but.. maybe read a parenting book and I dunno GO TO THERAPY

..guess I’m gonna go inform the other kids :P

- 🍄

"Yea, he needs therapy.

Nik also needs therapy, and yea, an actual adult to talk that stuff about with. Having siblings and kids is not the same thing, so. don't know how to help.

Thanks"

[mermaidsirennikita]

so what did you think of each of the roy sibs ending?

I think it was a great finale and while there were twists and turns I didn't expect, I feel like it was totally right for all of them.

Kendall--Right NOW, I'm ending on a pessimistic vibe for Kendall wherein I agree with Jesse that this is the defining event in his life that he'll never get over... I don't see Kendall being a good, like... father. I don't see him being a whole person. I see him as being less of a destructive force than his father (simply because, though I imagine that someone with his wealth and connections will build something again, it will never be on a Waystar level) but I don't think he'll ever be happy and recognize the freedom he has been given for what it is. Kendall wants to be shackled.

[insert my "the Roy siblings would all be a lot better off if they just channeled their intense emotional issues into safe, sane, and consensual kink (not with each other)" spiel]

I also think the fact that Kendall was willing to throw out the one thing that haunted his conscience since season 1, the one thing that brought true empathy from his siblings (the cater waiter thing) in exchange for Waystar... That is why I don't think he's going to get over this for a looong time, if ever. He was willing to sacrifice everything for this; he did; and he lost.

Roman--I mean, I think a lot of people are gonna go into the baby Romey stuff, and I won't excuse Kendall getting physical with him. in the hug.... But lol, I do think we can all say we wouldn't lose our shit over someone saying our non-bio kids aren't "real bloodline"... and then we'd lose our shit. Do I think that was ALL about the kids for Kendall? No, of course not. But that is a *hell* of a trigger. And yes, for sure there's some ugly Logan-fostered macho shit going on there (I interpreted that dialogue as Sophie being adopted and Iverson being biologically Rava's but conceived with a sperm donor because Kendall is infertile) but also... those are his kids, man. And frankly I think the fact that Roman clearly agreed with Logan on that is the 50 billionth dog whistle about Roman's core political leanings that he TRULY believes in that we've gotten since s3. The guy who said the "blacks and the Jews" line now caring a good bit about "true Roy blood"????

I also feel like Roman is just not gonna work and idly waste away in his millions, never able to be honest about his sexuality, his desires, or his trauma in a straightforward way. He will never be able to have a healthy relationship.

Shiv--The tragedy of Shiv is that she became her mother, and I did see a lot of that coming, and I don't agree with the "this is anti-feminist" takes because a) Shiv has always been complicit to acts of extreme misogyny, so it makes sense that she'd fall prey to it b) I think the point that the show was trying to make is that even if Shiv was fit to be CEO (she wasn't) she still wouldn't be selected because of this culture of extreme misogyny that is Waystar.

I think that in the end, Shiv does have a sick love for Tom, and the shock of him being the potential CEO rocked her and put her in a place where she was like "it's going to be HIM???" And she both wanted to be with him, tbh, if he was going to lead anyway... and could justify her desire to be with him as a strategic move while receiving validation from him (because Shiv is so desperate for male validation, always). Shiv couldn't handle the idea of Kendall being CEO because at the end of the day, the siblings view that seat in a very childish way. Kendall with his "I'm the eldest boy", Roman with the "but why couldn't it be me" as if it's just something you get because it's there, and Shiv with the points system of fairness in her head.

So it makes sense that in the end, someone who had far less emotional stake in it (who perhaps began with more but had that whittled away over the series) like Tom would "win". Tom didn't need to be a sole ruler--he was willing to compromise with Matsson because it served his purpose and got him power he can use another day, maybe. Tom registering Matsson wanting to fuck Shiv with clear anger, then brushing it aside for his goals, when s1 Tom was devastated when she cheated, when her sleeping with other people has always been such a huge crisis for him... chilling. But that's why he won.

Also, the reality is that Logan was right about none of the kids being able to rule the company (Kendall has the business training but emotionally he could never distance himself enough to be truly rational over it) but the issue is that this was HIS FAULT LOL. He never wanted them to be on his level. He wanted to lord over them. And he was upset when the people he designed to fail... failed. Something Kendall basically pointed out in s1.

So Logan created this company that in theory should've been a family legacy, but ultimately began and ended with him, because he couldn't bear to share it. And I think that's such good writing.