#the way she fits into the life my parents wanted all 3 of us sisters to have i mean

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[mainfaggot]

my older sister and i are always worlds apart in understanding i dont get how we're related

[leahsgf]

Looove Lucy taking care of reader.

Could I have more? Maybe Lucy is the worried older sister who makes sure reader doesn't get separated from the group when they go out, or that she ends up spending her money on too many sweets. Thanks <3

REINS - lucy bronze

lucy bronze x sister!reader

pure fluff about lucy being an overprotective older sister to you

her role as your big sister was one that lucy arguably took the most pride in out of all of her duties in her life - and that had always been the case, even back in the days when she was a teenager, and would often forgo going out with her friends in order to play and spend time with you.

even when it meant clinging onto the reins that were attached to your backpack to prevent you from running off for dear life in worry as you toddled around giggling - finding it hilarious.

the pair of you had always been inseparable, and all you had ever wanted to be was like her, having decided the instant you were able to grasp the concept of her job - that you were going to be a footballer too.

so that’s exactly what you did, and lucy’s protectiveness over you only increased as you did so, especially when you received your first call up to the lionesses alongside her.

you were more than a decade younger than her, freshly faced and new to every part of what you were experiencing - being the youngest on the squad by a considerable amount, meaning that lucy worried about you constantly, even more than usual, and watched over you like a hawk.

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a team day out exploring the city in a country you’d never been to before had the older girl as pale as a sheet just thinking about all of the different possibilities.

“stay with me - or one of the girls at all time, okay? please be careful. if anyone, and i mean anyone tries anything or makes you uncomfortable in any way you need to tell me immediately. this is a new place to us all so just be extra war-” you cut off her rambling before she talked herself to death, playfully rolling your eyes, insides secretly warming at how much she cared for you.

“luce, it’s okay. i know. i won’t wander off. i’m a big girl”

“okay.” she breathes, giving up on the remainder of her speech, instead settling for “i just remember you being so tiny you could fit in one of my hands like it was yesterday, and i just want you to be safe.”

“i promise. i’ll be fine.” you linked pinkies with her, knowing you’d be glued to her side regardless.

“don’t make me get the reins back out. i remember how much of a menace you were, running off all over the place!”

she pointed at you warningly, and if it weren’t for the stern expression across her features you would’ve laughed.

“that was when i was three!”

“i’m just saying! the threat remains!”

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no matter how old you got, or how far you progressed in your career, lucy still would refuse to let you pay for anything, slipping you money with a wink and a finger held to her lips, like you were six again and giggling behind your parents back.

“you’re my baby sister, don’t be silly. absolutely not.” she would insist, playfully slapping your hand away as you reached for your purse, sticking a pile of notes or in its place.

“make sure you don’t spend it all at once, kay? i expect to see some change when you come out!” she called after you as you were pulled into the sweet shop by ella and alessia, who’s playful grins told lucy that she’d be very unlikely to see you return with any money to spare.

not that it mattered in the slightest really, she just loved teasing you and treasured looking after you, not quite ready to give it up, it being one of her favourite parts of her life, even when you were nearing being an adult yourself.

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tried to fit in everything that you requested! thank you for it i enjoyed writing it - and happy new year!

not proof read so i apologise if there’s any mistakes

[bloodyjuls-blog]

WHAT IF I LOSE YOU (part 3)

(I will fight to not lose you) - Alexia Putellas

There was a moment in my life where I wanted to give up, where everything was beyond me and what can you expect from a girl who grew up in Sutton running around with a soccer ball and who is now a super star? Life has never been easy, when you reach your teenage years and your social life overlaps with training, match day, recovery days? The only thing left was to do everything from home, from parties to drinking. Everything was easier without my parents at home, to be honest I grew up having everything, a big house, money, freedom and what I loved most after alcohol.... Football. When you become a professional nobody tells you the responsibilities and the exposure you bring with that and even if they say that women's soccer lacks attraction then they should have it checked because the pressure I felt playing for arsenal or city was very high and brought with it the expectation of the Barcelona soccer club to bring a star, to speak on and off the pitch. My younger days I remember with the talks with my parents for not being good enough to be in a professional league, which then when I achieved it would break me little by little because alcohol never left me, the faithful companion of my adventures.... Everything became a problem, I drank until the wee hours and made sure I got enough rest to perform the minimum in my club. Then my sister brings us the news of her pregnancy and I don't deny it, I always wanted to be a mother but there was a moment when my world came crashing down and I rejected the idea.

Flashback

It was the decisive league match for arsenal. We were facing Chelsea for the FA cup and the pressure from above forced us to win. But things always go wrong, that day I think I had one of the worst games of my life. I missed a lot of chances, I was always out of position and the worst thing is that my family was watching me from the stands.

At the dinner with my family, my father very disappointed tells me: "daughter I do not understand you, they tell us to come to see you and you play a shitty game" to which I a little upset I tell him: "if you are not interested then do not come, this is soccer" at the end of dinner the mood is lowered but my father there is something that does not fit, since I tried the first shot of vodka has made me bad faces. While I approach to take Ruppert, already 5 years old, my father takes him away from me and tells me: "I don't understand how they can want you in a club if you are an alcoholic, and much less I am going to allow you to take care of your nephews being in the conditions you are, do you think I didn't notice your flash of whiskey you had in your backpack or that you are going back home drunk, if something happens to you don't even bother to call me because I am not going to come and save your ass, you understand? " My tears were falling from my eyes, he had hurt me in a way I never thought he could. After all he was my father and I was his not so favorite daughter.

End of the Flashback

Alexia pov

"Hello, Ana. Do you know where y/n is?" I ask through the line in a worried voice. "No Ale, the only thing I know is that she had been drinking and left driving the car, I guess I'm guessing she's already in her apartment" Ana replied calmly. "Fuck this can't be" exclaimed Ale as she tried to call you back. "Ah I know who to call, maybe she has information" she thought calmer.

"Hi Leah how are you? It's Alexia" said Alexia calmly "Hi Alexia, well to what do I owe your call?" Answered Leah quizzically "I was wondering if you know anything about y/n, she called me a while ago and left me a little worried" you could tell from Alexia's voice that something wasn't right. "Ale the truth I don't know where y/n/n could have gone, what I do tell you is to please take care of her, and help with the alcohol issue she is not having a good time, and I am worried that something might happen to her" said a little more concerted Leah. "Of course, come on I'll leave you, I have another call coming in."

She answers the other call....

"Hello, is this Ms. Alexia Putellas?" A calm voice asks on the other line. "Who is calling?" answers a curious Alexia. "Ma'am this is the receptionist at Egarsat hospital speaking, I was speaking to inform you that Miss y/n y/l has been involved in an accident and you are listed as the emergency contact" Alexia at that moment felt tears fall from her eyes "yes this is her, tell me how is she? Tell me how is she?" says Alexia desperately "Ma'am the only thing I can tell you is that if you can, please go to the hospital as soon as possible, the emergency reception will tell you where to go" "thank you" says Alexia with an agitated voice.

Note: sorry I know had passed a couple of month but I'm near to graduate and that makes me full time persone and busy schedule. Love you all loads

[spaceorphan18]

So, as a comment to my Season 1 meta, @mathgirl24 gave the interesting response of ::

I agree with the Lord Featherington stuff. It seems like he had zero connections to his daughters. In fact, with him and Portia as parents, and her sisters being how they are, Pen must have had a really kind governess as a child because I don't see how else she could have learned any goodness.

Which led to some fascinating thoughts!

It started me thinking -- how did Penelope become 'good'? But even -- is she 'good'? Does the concept of 'good' even matter?

Okay, so I'm prefacing this with -- Penelope Featherington Bridgerton is my FAVORITE character on this ridiculous show, and I adore her. But one of the reasons I adore her is that she can be a morally gray character. (Also, for clarity, I'm talking about show Penelope, and not book Penelope.)

So, let's talk about her parents and her possible, probable upbringing. It's probably to say that Lord Featherington was neglectful at best and possibly humiliating at worst. He never seemed to interact with any of his children (or his wife whenever possible) so I doubt he was much of an influence. If anything -- had it not been for the kindness of other male influences on her life (and I'll get to that in a second), I don't think Penelope would have had many positive thoughts concerning men.

Then there's her mother -- whom we know can be gossipy, catty, manipulative, and sometimes just mean. But... I would argue there's a difference between Portia and, say, Cressida's mother. Portia, despite doing so in the worst way possible, does actually love and care for her children. They (though you should put an asterisk possibly on it that 'they' are tied to status, and Portia does want status) are what she pays the most attention to, because she wants them to have a better life than she does. -- She doesn't believe it'll be through a loving means -- because she didn't find security through a loving means. But she does care enough about her kids, and she's not a doormat to her husband, that she would not do what Cressida's family does.

So here's the thing -- Penelope was mostly neglected by her father and while probably bullied a bit by her mother, was mostly neglected for her sisters from her mother, so Penelope was left to her own devices. (Which -- part of what's at play here is personality, too. She prefers the comfort of her books and her solitude -- and in a positive and warm environment, such as the Bridgertons, she might be like Francesca -- needing to step away and be on her own because sometimes it's too much.)

So, her sisters were raised in the shadow of her mother, and are dumb and sometimes cruel. But you know what Season 3 taught us? That even they could be redeemed. And as broken as their family unit seems to be at times, they do care for each other, and have a stronger sense of family bond than, say, the Cowpers.

My long winded first point is... that there is some family love there (even if you can categorize it as an abusive household) so, Penelope isn't completely devoid of all familial affection. But also -- leads me to, her family is an influence on her, and I think that she's (again) a much more morally gray character than so easily fits into a 'good' or 'bad' characterization.

Okay, so... we know her home life isn't great, how come she isn't as terrible as the rest of her family?

First of all -- her being the one being bullied all the time can push one to either conform (like her sisters did) or retract and go the other direction. On top of that, she recedes into books -- where there is often a more firm sense of right or wrong. Penelope, in a lot of ways, is self taught, and I think she's naturally smart enough to intuit 'good' and 'bad' just by the power of observation.

Secondly, there's always the argument of nature vs nurture -- and I'm of mind that both play a factor. And I do think that Penelope is, by her personality, a kinder person than her mother and her sisters.

But she does have a vicious side... (more on that in a moment.)

Thirdly, I do think there are some formative outside influence. Before I talk about the biggest and most obvious one, let's talk about the staff -- Rae seems to be a nice person. Varley, while I'm sure has a devious side because she's Portia's right hand man, is always kind to Penelope. And yes! I'm sure, there was a kind governess or teacher in her young life that did help teach Penelope what kindness is (at the very least).

Alright, so let's talk about one of the most influential aspects of Penelope's life... the Bridgertons. We don't know when exactly Penelope's family first moved in across the way, but we do know, as Colin puts it, they were literal children. (Unlike the book -- where Pen was 16 when they met -- it's a big difference.) So, Penelope grew up, not only having a BFF who adored her, but having a surrogate family around her, who loved each other and who were good to each other.

But it's also interesting -- Eloise, as her closest friend, is not the 'good' Bridgerton (of the girls, I guess you could say Daphne or maybe even Francesca would be better candidates for that title?). Eloise has her own dark and trouble making sides, and the two of them are nefarious influences on each other.

Also interesting is the thoughts of the Bridgerton boys, all of whom, are nice to her -- (Which, omg, I need to put a pin in the side tangent of all of them represent different forms of good.) Anthony probably would always make sure she got home safely. Benedict would always be charming in her presence. And Colin is a kind soul all on his own. (Also should put a pin in this, too, cause there's another tangent about how a) Colin can have a dark side and b) Pen's corruption is good for him... but that'd be totally digressing.) And even little Gregory, I'm sure thought of her as a fun big sister.

My long winded (again, sorry) point is that the Bridgerton family did show her what 'good' can be -- and since she was a child when she met them, she effectively grew up as one of the family.

But all of this brings me to the point of -- is she 'good'? And does she need to be?

I think one of the most interesting scenes of Season 3 is in Episode 8 where she and her mother kind of come to an understanding. And it's acknowledged that they're more alike than either realizes. I don't think that the conception and execution of Lady Whistledown comes from someone who is fully 'good' (and well adjusted). There's so much morally gray there, and so much of LW that is selfish on Penelope's part. It is her way of dealing with a cruel world, but it's also reflecting some of that cruelty back out on other people.

And she does learn her lesson, and she does try to use it for the greater good (and there are sometimes when I don't think it's bad/evil in the way people sometimes use it to justify her being a /bad/ character).

So, I mean, I think Penelope is a fundamentally kind person, more so than her mother or sisters or even Cressida Cowper. But I don't know that she's 'good' in the way that, say, Francesca is more so a 'good' person all the way around.

But that's really, okay? Because Penelope is interesting, and human, and fascinating as a character. And the fact that she is so well rounded and gets to be messed up and make mistakes and not be good at times makes her all the better. At least in my opinion.

So yeah, idk if this stream of consciousness made a whole lot of sense, lol! But I just liked the thought of -- well, how did Penelope turn out the way she did. :)

[morurui]

Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory Arcane AU Part 1

I’ve been mulling over this AU for a while now and I’ll put the info in read more so it doesn’t take over my home page, but I would like to thank @mangosaurus and @theobscuredigit for helping me sort out my thoughts and bounce off ideas regarding the AU! Also this mostly covers act 1 of Arcane so I’ll probably do another part of this covering acts 2 and 3.

I’ve been working through what characters would fit which roles in the arcane universe and I’ve finally come to a somewhat solid conclusion on where I’m taking this AU if I decide to do more about it in the future (or it’s just this one off thing, maybe I’ll write a fic about it. I’m unsure), so here we go!

Yaz -> Vi- A head strong and athletic young girl who lost her mom due to a tragic conflict between the Undercity and Piltover. She’s the leader of a rag tag group of fellow orphans, those of which greatly admire her. While she may put on an act of having everything together she’s extremely terrified of letting those she loves down, especially her adoptive younger brother Ben who is the most important person in her life.

Ben -> Powder- Yaz found Ben all alone during the conflict that took the lives of the twos parents, and from that day forward Yaz became Ben’s protector and sister. Although, timid, Ben is determined to prove he can pull his own weight within the group. However, his attempts often fail leading disastrous consequences, which Yaz and the others have to end up resolving. The only person that Ben believes doesn’t see him as a burden is his best friend, Darius.

Mae -> Vander- Adoptive mother of both Ben and Yaz, she found the two during the conflict between Piltover and the Undercity. She also takes care of two other children she found during the aftermath and is well respected in the Undercity, due to her not so savory past. She now tries to keep the peace between the two nations, while also struggling to manage the rebellious children under her care.

Kenji -> Mylo- One of the other two children under Mae’s care. Unlike everyone else in the group who are orphans, Kenji was abandoned by his father after his mother passed away, using the chaos of the conflict going on in the Undercity as a way to make a clean break. Kenji greatly admires Yaz, and hopes to be someone that can proudly stand by her side, however his cockiness and laziness get the better of him. While he does care for Ben, he ends up giving the kid a hard time due to how often he messes up jobs. He believes that Ben somehow hexes the group whenever he joins them on outings.

Sammy -> Claggor- One of the other two children under Mae’s care as well as Yaz’s girlfriend. During the conflict, Sammy was separated from her parents and later found out they were killed during it. With no where else to go, she finds Mae and gets taken in by her. While trying to keep things positive in the group, it’s clear that she share the same hatred for those in Piltover as her friends, citing them as the reason why she lost everything.

Darius -> Ekko- Best friend of Ben as well as the son of the local pawn shop owner, he supplies tips he hears from his dad’s shop about wealthy customers to his friends. He highly respects Ben and motivates him to keep trying even when he wants to give up, being a guiding light in Ben’s life.

Brooklynn -> Caitlyn- The daughter of one of Piltover’s councilman. Her biggest dream is to investigate the inside details of Piltover and the Undercity’s rocky relationship and hope to achieve this by becoming one of the cities top enforcers in the future. She also assists Henry Wu in his work from time to time as he was taken under her families wing.

Here are the other roles that I don’t feel like writing descriptions for as of this moment but probably will if I go more into depth with this AU

Dr. Wu -> Jayce

Eddie -> Viktor

Daniel -> Mel

Tiff-> Silco

Mitch -> Sevika

Bumpy -> idk she can be heimerdinger or something

If I had better art skills I would draw designs for everyone, but alas I only use my drawing ability for shitty memes.

[priniya]

DAYS LIKE THESE!

xavier thorpe finds himself in the weirdest, christmas situation — at his girlfriend’s house, experiencing something he never had before, a loving, family meeting.

notes. xavier thorpe x reader. just a christmas fluff because i need some! <3 implied psychic family! UNEDITED

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when xavier agreed to the invitation to spend the christmas with you at your house, far from his neglectful, pretentious father, he expected something different. your family size was an undiscovered thing for him — obviously, he knew that you had a brother and a sister, since they’ve always visited on the parents weekend, but you hardly ever talked about anyone else.

so seeing five cars already parked on the driveway, and a mention of another two people being late, made him shocked. it was unusual for him to catch a glimpse of a family gathering so well planned, and so wanted that everyone shows up.

“xavier!” you exclaimed, running to him after a five minutes wait, freezing out, wearing the red sweatshirt he got you, and a pair of black jeans. his arms quickly embraced you in the tightest hug, lifting a few inches in the air. “i’m gonna pass out, i can’t believe you’re here.”

“believe me, the feeling’s mutual.” he chuckled, matching the wide grin on your face. “are those cars… yours?” thorpe let out, still in shock.

a frown was visible on your face as you entered the house quietly, trying to settle him in without any interruptions. “what? no, dummy. that’s all my siblings’ cars.” you laughed, throwing him a christmas sweater, knitted by your mom with a big, silver x in the center.

“what–?” he stammered. “you have five siblings? i thought you have three, you know, filly, julie and the little one.” you let out a small giggle upon hearing his words. “what? how many siblings do you have?” he asked, all confused.

“you know,” you began, adjusting the collar of his shirt, underneath his new sweater. “you’re an only child, and i strongly believe my parents don’t know the definition of contraception, but to answer your question — there’re five adults, me and julie, and four children from age ten to six, and then there are the twins, four years olds.” you babbled, not paying attention to the terrified impression spread over your boyfriend’s face.

“THIRTEEN? YOU HAVE TWELVE SIBLINGS?” xavier was completely horrified, imagining how your life must’ve been earlier, but then — he connected the dots, realizing that everything fitted like puzzle pieces. your house was enormous, your room was split in a half with red tape and a curtain, he caught a glimpse of the humongous yard behind the house, and lots of pictures near the stairs.

a pain of jolt rushed through his body — as a child, he always wanted to have at least one sibling, and you had twelve! his inner child couldn’t help but feel so envy of you. it’d be way easier to handle the family trauma, having someone to confide in.

“you know, my mom grew up in an orphanage and decided that once she starts a family of her own, it’d be like in the cheaper by the dozen movie, you know, and my dad also comes from a big family, so he never minded my mom’s dream.” you smiled, fingers ruffling through his hair. “and you’re one of us now, you’re the fastest to get your own sweater.”

“am i really?”

“my mom was thrilled to knit you one.” you planted a kiss on his lips, grinning at him. “so… she did after the one call you had with her. i don’t know if you remember, but it was in january, right after the new year’s eve.” he laughed, heat rushing to his cheeks as he smiled.

“Y/N!” your youngest sister barged into the room. “mom asks if you could stop hiding xavier, and let others meet him.” ginny’s eyes were focused on your boyfriend as she snatched him from you, tugging on his hand prior to pulling him outside.

you could sense how tense he was, standing in the doorframe with your youngest sister. it took them less than fifteen second to notice them. “back off!” ginny shouted, protecting xavier from your nieces and nephews. “i am his favorite.”

the room was quickly filled with laughter as you tickled the little girl. “okaaay, favorite after y/n.” she playfully rolled her eyes, not letting go of his hand.

when everyone was done with introductions, your boyfriend finally let him loose a little, having multiple chitchats with your brothers about anything, while you tried to remind the twins that xavier wasn’t the type of person who liked physical touch, even though he didn’t seem to mind anything — gemma occupying his laps during the dinner, while ginny babbled endlessly.

“hey, adrien.” filly, the only brother that xavier got to know beforehand, began. “you said you were looking for someone to help you with the exhibition at the art gallery, and you know, xavier is really talented with painting.” he suggested, throwing his arm around adrien’s shoulder.

“really? do you actually?” your oldest brother smiled slyly. “one guy stood me up, and i was looking for someone to replace him, would you like that?” the shock on his face earned a few giggles from your mom, and older sisters.

“if it’s not a problem – obviously.” xavier grinned, nodding his head eagerly. “thank you, really. that means so much to me.”

“i told you, you’re one of us!” you exclaimed, giving him a smooch on the cheek. “now, you’re obligated to attend every family event, and there’s a lot of, considering our fourteen birthdays as fourteen family events!”

the whole dinner went smoothly, your family immediately took your boyfriend under their wings, making him feel as comfortable as it was only possible. and then, the final of secret santas took a place. you almost cried, seeing how your mom gives xavier a few painting supplies, and hand warmers matching his sweater.

“gemma! someone has a gift for you!” you called out on behalf of the blonde boy. one of the twins teleported to the place where you stood, grin spreading over her lips as she watched him hand her the gift.

“it’s kind of cheating, but y/n had to tell me a few things.” words spilled out of his mouth, gaining the girl’s full attention. “but besides that, i drew you something.” she took out the gorgeous sketch from the bag, and before she even thanked him, he used his ability and moved the thing on the canva.

it was a duck, holding a guitar, a combination of two things your sister loves, playing one of her favorite songs. “woooow! it’s so pretty!” she gaped at him, admiration flickering in her eyes. “thank you so much! i love it.” catching him off guard, gemma clutched him in a hug.

it was around four in the morning, when everything finally died down and you found yourself covered in the silky sheets, watching as xavier swiftly gets rid of his clothing. “sorry if you felt overwhelmed by amount of people here, i asked them to give you space.” you whispered, your head resting on top of his chest.

“overwhelmed?” he snorted, shocking your head in fake disappointment. “i’ve longed for a christmas party like that ever since i was a kid. i’d never felt so accepted by anyone before.” a beam rosed on his lips as he planted a delicate on yours. “thank you for the invitation.”

xavier stayed with you, and your family for a few more days, taking in the perks of living in a full house, experimenting all the sweet interactions between your siblings and parents, being a part of all those meals together, feeling the fondness and tenderness of each actions.

it was his last night, when you were standing in the kitchen, blanket hanging on your shoulders, back pressed to the counter as you sipped on the hot-chocolate, recalling events from previous days, smile finding its way onto your face.

“hey!” you exclaimed happily, a little too loud for two in the morning, when you noticed your boyfriend in the doorway. “what’re you doing up so late?” you asked, wrapping the blanket around him.

“was looking for something to drink.” he muttered, leaving a kiss on your temple as his arm clutched you in a side hug, taking a sip of the hot chocolate, snatching the mug from your hand prior. “i’m going to miss this place.”

“you can visit whenever you want, no one will mind.” you sent him the prettiest smile you could, before resting your head on his shoulder. “really, the youngests love you, so does my mom, and my other siblings. you bought them with that smile.”

letting him go was the hardest, watching as he gets to the car with a small, sad smile tugged on his face. and when they finally left the driveway, for a brief second, you could see him waving at you.

but the nights like these were the only thing you’d remember, recalling them every night before you’d reunite at school. geez, xavier thorpe has you wrapped around his finger so easily — but could anyone blame you for this?

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FINAL CABIN PLACEMENTS I DON'T WANT TO EDIT IT AFTER THIS

So many of y'all had so many good ideas (and since a lot of these i came up with without any real reasoning) here's my updated version that i think fits A LOT better

#1 Zeus Cabin: Jimmy, Joel Jimmy: He's a Zeus kid, but everyone somehow forgets about it. Joel: He's competitive and strong. Also, because Jimmy is his half brother through godly parent, i get to make a fun bit about him dating Lizzie. And one of his origins in Afterlife SMP was a thunderborn

#2 Hera Cabin: Scott, Impulse, Ren Scott: Scott's whole thing is loyalty. Hera is the goddess of marriage and is insanely loyal to Zeus. However, I feel like Hera should get at least one affair. So now Scott can use peacocks as weapons. Impulse: According to @dawnfire7 Impulse is known for loyalty, which i did not know. He's also known to hold grudges. Perfect Hera kid. Ren: He's apparently known for loyalty (and i didn't really like his Nike placement anyway)

#3 Poseidon Cabin: XB XB: Something about water temple guardians

#4 Demeter Cabin: Sausage, Shelby, Bdubs, Stress Sausage: This man built Sanctuary in a jungle and has flowers in his hair. He sells wood. There is no other place to put him. Shelby: Mushroom gnome, spooky mangrove witch, powerful storm witch, i need not continue. Bdubs: Moss man. Stress: SHE HAS FLOWERS

#5 Ares Cabin: Martyn, False Martyn: His planet is Mars, which is the roman version of Ares. He ended Limited Life in such a violent way, i can't help it. He was also red for the majority of Secret Life. False: I just feel like False should get to kill people more often.

#6 Athena Cabin: Grian, Pix, Owen, Xisuma Grian: This sums it up pretty well

Pix: Smart man. Archeologist and definitely a nerd. I wanna see him skipping out on training just so he can read history books. Owen: He likes to explore and discover new things in Pirates. In Rats, he's a tinkerer. In New Life, he's an explorer who wants to study hybrids. In Empires, he's a Llama who's curious about how humans work. Just a very curious character overall. Xisuma: Admin. I'm not elaborating.

#7 Apollo Cabin: Oli, Lyarrah Oli: MUSIC. MAN. Lyarrah: She writes the captions for the hermitcraft recap.

#8 Artemis Cabin: Pearl, Gem Pearl: Y'know, Artemis could've just like... had a kid, even though she took that oath. It wouldn't even have to be with a guy. Gods can change to whatever gender they want. Anyway, Pearl gets to be an Artemis kid because her symbolism is moon, she loves dogs, and will commit murder and hunt at night. Gem: Someone really wanted these girls to be sisters, and I think Gem and pearl should get to hunt at night and be fierce together. Oh, and she's got the whole deer aesthetic.

#9 Hephaestus Cabin: Doc, Mumbo, Tango, Zedaph, Fwhip, Iskall Doc: Redstone Mumbo: Redstone Tango: Redstone Zedaph: Redstone Fwhip: Redstone AND has a red scarf (don't ask me how that's relevant) Iskall: Redstone

#10 Aphrodite Cabin: Keralis, Skizz, Bigb Keralis: Okay, I don't know why, but Keralis gives me the vibes of a very charming person. His voice is nice to listen to, so imagine how useful it'd be if I gave him charm speak. Skizz: Person in the tags said he was really charming and you can't help but love him. I agree. He's here now. Bigb: Smooth talker. Someone (i think it was Scott) said in one of their videos "It's hard to kill him while he's talking". Charmspeak. Ma man, go do chaos.

#11 Hermes Cabin: Scar, Etho, Joe Scar: Trader Scar, scammer extraordinar. Etho: All i must say is Shady-E's. I get "jack-of-all-trades, master of none, often better than master of one" vibes from him. He's funny, he's mischievous, it just works. Joe: Comedy man. Excellent delivery. And, yet again, i look at this man and go "That right there is a multi-talented man with a habit for mischief."

#12 Dionysus Cabin: Joey, Beef, Cub Joey: *points at his season one empires theme* i need not say more Beef: Idk, food. I don't really have a reason. I don't know too much about Beef. Cub: Someone said Cub was really laid back, i liked this idea, he's here now. C'mon, go make ur empire.

#13 Hades Cabin: Zloy Zloy: Zombie man. He writes the Hermitcraft recaps in the dark at 2am with nothing but pure spite.

#14 Iris Cabin: Katherine Katherine: SHE. HAS. COLORS. and also I couldn't put her in Demeter cabin because Shelby is already there and i am NOT excluding Nature Wives from this au

#15 Hypnos Cabin: Wels Wels: @dingdinghq said something about sleeping during S6 and i completely agree

#16 Nemesis Cabin:

#17 Nike Cabin:

#18 Hebe Cabin: 

#19 Tyche Cabin: TFC TFC: Man goes mining and gets really lucky. That's it.

#20 Hecate Cabin: Lizzie, Cleo, Jevin Lizzie: Witchy vibes. Also, Arson. Cleo: Arson. She uses her magic for Arson. Jevin: He's a magic slime. Also, Arson. All Hecate kids love Arson.

[dell-amor-te]

“A Conversation For Another Day”

Otherwise known as my Veilguard30 Day 3: Race entry, but I used it as an excuse to write some Dadcanis.

Word Count: 2,001.

Warning(s): Mildy suggestive language. Very mild.

Pairing: F!Rook x Lucanis Dellamorte.

Summary: Putting her daughter to bed turns into more of a struggle than Nöa is prepared for.

“Alright, da’len, are you ready for bed?”

Nöa smiled as she watched her daughter scurry back and forth across the breadth of her bedroom, setting toys where they belonged for the night. This was entirely her daughter’s rule, mind you. Not a rule inflicted upon the five year old by her mother or father’s design.

A giant stuffed crow had to go back to its nest (her bookshelf, on the highest shelf she could reach) for the night. Any books she had pulled from their homes also had to go back. Any pieces added to her personal art collection were also collected and replaced as she saw fit: on her little writing desk by her garden window, on top of her dresser, in the sill of another window.

Nöa chuckled, watching from the doorway, arms crossed over her chest.

“That’s everything! I’m ready.”

With judgment passed and her declaration made, the half-elf made for her bed. Everyday the girl grew and grew and grew, the more and more and more that her parents’ decision to name her Judex proved itself truer and truer and truer.

Nöa joined her daughter, taking a seat on the side of the bed while Judex herself made herself comfortable under the covers.

“Mama, I have a question.”

“Ask away.”

“You’re an elf.” Judex said pointedly.

Nöa blinked before recovering from her surprise, laughing softly. “Last I checked, yes.”

“And baba is a human.”

“Also guilty as charged.”

“And your baba is human, too.”

“And my mama was an elf.” Nöa finished for her.

“But you’re all elf and I’m not. How come?”

You know, if someone had told her before she became a mother that moments like this came along with it, she would have made up her mind about having children a lot sooner in life than she did. Who else would ask such a question entirely out of nowhere other than her daughter?

Nöa nodded thoughtfully, considering her words carefully. “Well, little lady, that’s because your baba and I made you ourselves.” She said evenly, brushing her fingers through her daughter’s curly hair. “Your baba gave you to me, and I grew you in me.”

She chose each of her words carefully, lest Judex’s quick mind ask questions she wasn’t old enough to have proper answers for.

“Did nonno not give nonna you?” The little girl’s brow scrunched thoughtfully.

Nöa sighed. To her credit, she suppressed the way her mouth wanted to cringe. “Da’len, I’ll be honest with you, you know how there are some things that you’re not quite ready to learn yet?”

Judex nodded seriously, hugging the colorful sash-turned-sling-turned-comfort-blanket that had once belonged to Bellara tightly. “Like how you mix your poisons. But I can know what plants they come from so I don’t hurt myself.”

“Like that.” Nöa nodded proudly. “That is one of them, my little fledgling.” She told her. “I had a mama and baba who made me, but they couldn’t keep me. I never met them. I was barely a week old when they were taken from me.”

“You mean they died.”

“Yes.”

“That’s sad. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Judex. Jude, Jude, Jude.” Nöa’s heart swelled as she hugged her daughter. “Fledgling, you’re too sweet sometimes. It is sad. I would have liked to meet them, and I would have liked for them to meet you, too. But, I got to meet mama and baba, and then because of that path, I got to meet your baba and all of your aunts and uncles. I got to have you. I wouldn’t trade that, even as much as I wish I could have known them.” She kissed Judex’s mess of hair. “I hope that answers your question.”

“It does.” Judex paused. “Can I ask another?”

“Of course.”

“Since you and baba can make your own babies, does that mean you’ll make me a brother or sister?”

“Alright, Jude. Time for bed.” Nöa rose swiftly, moving to tuck the little half-elf into the knotted blanket that enveloped her bed.

“Mama!”

“No, no, no!” Nöa chuckled, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “It’s past time for you to go to bed.”

“You know I won’t go to sleep.”

“Yes, I know. But it’s passed time, and I gave you extra time.”

“Fine.” The girl said capriciously. “Love you, mama.”

“I love you, too, da’len. Don’t stay up too late.”

“I won’t.”

She would. And Nöa knew she would. The poor girl was a living example that sleeping habits could, apparently, be genetic. And she had inherited her father’s instead of Nöa’s own.

A Dreamer who rarely slept. A joke even Nöa couldn’t have conceived of herself.

Well, she had conceived said Dreamer, but…

Nöa shook her head, releasing the spell that kept the candles illuminated in her daughter’s room, before leaving her beloved child to her nightly routine. Once the bedroom door was closed between them, Nöa chuckled to herself.

As she made her way to her own bedroom, the elf hummed to herself. A Dalish poem her mother used to recite to her, one she now recited to Judex when the girl couldn’t sleep.

Dalish, Antivan, Nevarran.

While the girl may have taken a great deal after her father in a great deal of ways—a fact Nöa adored—she had her mother’s voracious hunger for knowledge. Both parents had made a conscious effort to teach her about each piece of her heritage, they had even since before her birth.

Her father loved speaking to her in Antivan—whether he was explaining a recipe, reciting an old nursery rhyme he had been taught at her age, or simply giving her a stream of consciousness presented in his own tongue.

Nöa taught her elven and Nevarran. From history lessons, to the names of things as compared to their names in other languages, anything and everything. The girl was a sponge, so alike her mother in that way, and yet Nöa could only dream of what it was like to have the mind of a Dreamer.

She hummed at the thought, strolling toward her own bedroom to retire for the night. Unlike her daughter, Nöa would be impressed if she was still awake by the time her head hit her pillows. She yawned just imagining it.

She practically snuck into her room, closing the door behind her, her hand lingering on the knob for a moment.

“That took longer than usual.” Lucanis noted.

“When did you get home?” Nöa asked excitedly, face alighting at the unexpected sight of her husband. “I thought you weren’t due back until tomorrow.”

“Just after you went into her room. Viago is finishing things, so I took my chance to cut and run early.” He chuckled as she made herself comfortable against his chest, snaking his arm around her shoulders to pull her in all the closer before they shared a kiss. “I also reminded him that of the two of us, I actually married my love. Once he does the same with Teia, maybe I won’t use it against him anymore.”

“Oh, but then you’re still the only one with a daughter to get home to.”

“A very good point, anima mia. But I don’t know if I want to strike that particular nerve.”

“Well, it’s not like they minded asking us when we were going to get around to it.”

“And it’s not like you had any trouble telling them exactly when.” He smirked.

“If you’re going to ask a question like that, you should be ready for the answer.”

“Fair enough.” He chuckled. “However, I suppose it’s not surprising that he’s a little hesitant about it. Wouldn’t you be the slightest bit nervous to ask the king for permission to marry?”

“Not if I could easily kill said royal father, no. Definitely not if I was proposing marriage to Andarateia Cantori, no.” Nöa said definitively. “Besides, I had to perform the banns with Illario when I married you.”

“You didn’t have to.” Lucanis reminded her, kissing each of her knuckles before lacing his fingers in the spaces between hers, smiling knowingly. “You wanted to. Because you’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it.”

“I do.” He kissed his forehead. “I love you.”

Nöa hummed before kissing him back.

“So, what took so long tonight?” He asked her once they had both properly shown the other just how much they had been missed.

“She had questions.” Nöa told him, sighing.

“Oh? And what did our diavolina come up with tonight?”

“Oh, nothing too crazy. I did narrowly avoid the classic how babies are made talk.”

Lucanis nearly sputtered. “What?”

“She wanted to know why we both had parents who are elven and human, and yet I’m a full elf and she’s only half.”

“Ah.” He nodded, relaxing. “And…did she accept your answer?”

“For now.” Nöa confirmed, absently picking at a loose thread at the edge of their bed covering. “I very carefully explained that sometimes people can make children, and sometimes people can’t. And that some of those people that can’t will choose to take care of someone else’s children.”

A pause. Very uncharacteristic of his wife, Lucanis noted.

The Crow raised an eyebrow. “She had another question, didn’t she?”

Nöa nodded deliberately, her pursed before giving her rather coy response. “She did then follow it up by asking when we were going to make her a brother or sister since we can clearly make our own.”

Lucanis snorted, then laughed properly. He could imagine their daughter, in her tiny but confident voice, asking such a thing.

“She gets that from you.” Lucanis told her.

“Yeah, right. Just like she got her sleeping habits from you.” More seriously, she added: “I’m…not opposed to the idea.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Nöa nodded. “Although I do hope we don’t start trying this time only to find out I’m already pregnant. Again.”

Lucanis shrugged. “What are the odds of it happening twice?”

“A terrible question to ask where we’re involved, vhenan.”

“So much for being married to the Lucky Hare.” He feigned a sigh.

“Ha, that’s only where the Venatori are involved, I’m afraid.” She smiled against his lips. “Are you sure you want this?”

“How exactly did you tell our daughter we went about bringing her into the world, hm?”

“I told her that we made her together, and then you gave her to me.”

He smiled before kissing her tenderly. “Is that how you see it?”

“Lucanis, love, unlike our daughter, I’m not five. I know how it works.” She thought for a moment. “But…I suppose just because it’s poetic doesn’t mean it’s entirely inaccurate.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He kissed her again, more hungrily this time. “I’ll give you another. And another. As many as you want.”

“Crows and rooks usually have similar sized clutches, you know. Anywhere from three to six.”

“Well, maybe not as many as you want, then.” He teased.

“Oh, definitely not six. Or five. Or four.”

“Three?” He suggested. “Or two?”

“I…think I could live with three.” She decided after a moment of thought, eyes set on studying him. “What about you?”

“Isn’t that supposed to be the perfect number?”

They shared another kiss, deeper, more lingering. And then another, and then another, and then Nöa was pushing him down on the bed.

“Should we get to work?”

“No time like the present, right?”

Not a moment later, the sound of something breaking stopped them both in their tracks. Nöa sighed against her husband’s lips, drawing back, her hand still against his chest.

“Judex Panöwen Antonella Aldwir Volkarin-Dellamorte!” Lucanis called, his voice lacking an edge beyond the slightest reprimand, his accent thick and pronunciation quick.

A beat.

“It was an accident!”

Nöa chuckled, shaking her head. “Maybe just one for a little while longer.” She suggested as her husband pulled himself away to go and see what their inquisitive only daughter had gotten herself into this time.

“Maybe just one until this one’s fifteen.” Lucanis shot back.

Their second daughter would be born within the year.

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Lone star tag game!

thanks for starting this @lonestar-s5countdown

(1) What is your favourite 911 Lone Star Found Family moment? I think either the tarlos wedding with everyone happy and in a party mood, or Marjan's welcome home party/the whole firefam camping out in the hospital waiting for news. Specifically that moment when the doctor asks for Marjan Marwani's family and they all raise their hand. (and of course that also gave us the cute tarlos cuddle with TK sleeping on Carlos' bicep)

(2) Which platonic pairing/friendship dynamic are you most looking forward to seeing again in season 5? I'd say Carlos & Grace but... *sobs*, I like Owen and Judd as bffs, I'm curious about how Wyatt is going to fit into it all, and TNT or just TK and Nancy. And Nancy & Marjan if the writers won't give me Nancy/Marjan romantically.

(3) If you could pick one Lone Star character to be friends with, who would you choose? Oh I don't know. All of them would be fun friends! But I think I'd like to be friends with Marjan. She seems like the kind of friend to just text you "be ready at 10" and not tell you anything else - but you end up having the best day of your life.

Actually - I think I'd befriend Owen so I could hang out with Buttercup!

(4) Which would you rather attend: Catan night at the loft or game night at the Ryder house? Oh Catan all the way. Carlos' snacks alone sealed the deal!

(5) A character of your choice ends up in jail. Who would they call to bail them out (assuming their romantic partner, parent, and/or child didn't pick up)? I'm just going to do all of them - i can't choose. I think Owen would call TK at first but he's enjoying date night with Carlos so neither of them answer... I think he'd call either Judd or Gabriel. Depending on how much trouble he's in. TK - Nancy or Tommy. Sometimes you need your bff to call you an idiot, sometimes you need your work mum to pick you up and give you a hug - and hope neither of them tell your husband. Carlos - Grace or Paul. Either of them would have him out in 10 seconds flat. Marjan - Paul or Nancy. I want the girls to stick together but I love her friendship with Paul too. Nancy - TK or Marjan. Though TK might be in jail with her and she'd end up calling Carlos to get them both out - much to TK's displeasure. Judd - Owen or Tommy. Tommy is probably the better bet since Owen would probably be in jail with him. Grace - Carlos or Tommy. Carlos is her crime solving partner, Tommy is her partner in crime! Paul - Marjan or Carlos. Marjan if he wants someone to literally break him out of jail, Carlos if he wants someone to actually get him out of trouble. Mateo - Marjan. That's his big sister! Though any member of the 126 would do really. Tommy - Grace. Hands down. But maybe Owen who could call Carlos or Gabriel if she needed any "official" help.

i always forget who my lone star peeps are outside the usual suspects so I'm just going to pick some people - also open tag for YOU

@carlos-in-glasses @pimento-playing-hopscotch @lemonlyman-dotcom @welcometololaland @oldfangirl81 @bonheur-cafe @lightningboltreader @tailoredshirt @bringingclawstoagunfight @theredandwhitequeen

@lire-casander @nancys-braids @captain-gillian @pchan-2000 @literateowl

@firstprince-history-huh @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @mrs-corrections-78 @chicgeekgirl89 @your-catfish-friend

[likeaflameinthenight]

what do you guys think of your family : D ? like . . uh um siblings, parents, kids, and id say nephews and nieces if you both didn’t have well . only about . 2 . i think . . ( you don’t have to include all of them by the way, rock ! i think that’s about actually 13 characters for both dian and nyx, so you can just do one of them too if you’d like ! make sure to take care of yourself, love you < 3 )

(Hi hi hi Apri!! Sorry this'll be a bit long haha but I hope it's alright!! I love you, too <3 <3)

Nyx's Thoughts on his Family:

Haneul: Baba. He burned strong but bright like a white dwarf star. Even more stubborn than Dad and somehow more protective, too. He never quite managed to hate us, the damn bleeding heart. Faolán: Dad. Quiet and stern, the moon shining down in the night, silvery protection no matter the cost, as long as you were part of the pack. Loyal and determined, looked a lot more serious than he actually was. Castor: I never asked you to die for me. I never wanted you to die for me. Maybe, you were able to find Kyo again. I hope you don't regret throwing it all away for me, of all people. Aurien: Darling sister, I love you so much. I know I am not the best at showing it but I pray that I have done enough to demonstrate the lengths to which my affection extend. Mori: I never have quite managed to understand my littlest sister. This is my failing rather than anything she ever did. I don't know how she manages but she's so hot, that somehow she's cold. Asahi: Born as the sun crested over the horizon, you brought with you a new stage in my life and I love you so dearly. I'll never know what I did to make you hate me so but I do know that I deserve it, you are not one for emotional decisions. I'll always miss you, my beloved daughter. Yami: Just like him, you are a burning flare in the darkness. You don't hate me and somehow, that's worse, because you don't care for me at all. You want to leave me and your father behind. I wish I could do something to make you reconisder but I cannot stop you, I wouldn't dare. Natsuki: My little moon, you are so much stronger than you know. You don't remember how fiercely you fought to survive when you were born, but look at you now; You stand, facing the future without flinching. I hope that I am not a hindrance to you.

Dian's Thoughts on his Family:

Cam: Why did you have to lie to me? Why did you hide from us, in the end? I could have helped you. I would have helped you, if only you let me. Flor: My precious little fool. You were never meant to die and so, it is only fitting that you haunt my every step, my every movement. I cannot help but regret the way I failed you. Oli: The jester's other half, mirror image escaped from the warped glass. Always overlooked, yet you shine so bright when you are given the space. I am happy that you are able to blaze your own trail, now, that you stand on your own. It it better that you do not remember me, I wish you all the best. Faisal: If only I could say that I don't know why you hate me but I can't, not without lying through my teeth- I understand all too well the depths of your loathing. Someday, you will be able to escape from my shadow. All I pray is that it comes sooner rather than later. Yami: Every time I reach out to you, you jump away, as if you are burned by my touch. Every time I see you, I see a reflection of myself, a reflection of him. Do you know how painful it is, to see him in your face? Do you realize how much it hurts to see you face me, with such disgust in your eyes? All I want is to know what I did, all I want is to fix it. Qiu: You are a bitter kind of miracle. Sometimes, it seems as though you really should not have been born, with the suffering that weighs heavy on your bones, and the pain that you never meant to cause. Nonetheless, I am glad you survived. Minh: The spitting image of your parents, I wonder how you manage it, so quiet and fierce like Zhuli, so caustic and witty like Faisal. I won't get too close but I hope it is alright, if I watch you from afar.

Admittedly I only went with direct blood relations, including in the modern au, as otherwise Cas, Auri, and Qiu wouldn't be included. Nevertheless, for any characters that are in the main ALNST OC canon, that is the universe these thoughts are from (Nyx's thoughts on his children would not be so mournful, were it the modern au, also, Mori isn't his blood sibling in the modern au, and Han isn't his bio father, so).

Tagging @lookatmysillies (for Castor), @sotogalmo (for Flor!) and @pinkcocopuff-aqualoid (for Oli) but everyone else either belongs to me or to you, Apri! haha so I hope that's alright :) love you lots thank you for the ask <3 <3

[widowed-mistress]

Do I have an obsession, yes?

Is it getting bad because I can't write dialog and have little to no stories on ao3 with this concept? Yes! Will I fix the issue? Also no!

Here we go!!

Why More Steve Harrington is Finney Blake Stories Should Exist:

1. As is, Finney Blake and his sister have a power that basically makes them oracles or profits. Imagen him dressed to the nines in an outfit that embodies that, you're welcome baby girl Steve Harrington believers.

2. His horrible experience with the Grabber would provide a solid outline for the harsh words he uses in season one while also making his return to goodness one that makes sense. He was wildly abused in his hometown, so he aimed for the top when he was given a chance to start over without ever actually laying his hands on someone. When he realizes he's become what he hated most, he works to redeem himself.

3. Ghost children. Ghost children follow him around, why do you think he handles the party so well?

4. There are several deaths in Stranger Things that never get brought up again, so I will. His home is now a safe haven for all those lost souls. I want him to make amends with Barb, I want him to hold Max telling her everything Billy saying he wished he told her with such confidence that she finally believes him. I want that.

5. I want him to be able to channel ghost energy. That's it. Imagen him summoning spirits of past experiments to help hold the Mind Flayer back when it went to attack Billy.

6. His arm is mint. Okay, losing a fight to Billy? Understandable. Loosing a fight to Jonathan? I love my him, but no. ESPECIALLY when Steve can bat a fucking demadog easily. This man was holding back because the last time he truly fought, he killed a man.

7. There are so many ways he could have ended up in Hawkins.

Gwen was murdered by someone who suspected her of working with the Grabber because of her inside knowing to the murders. The parents of their mother then offers their home in Hawkins as long as the dad works for their company, wanting to do right by his child and wanting a fresh start, he says yes. The name gets changed to fit their higher image and Steve is left in the mansion alone, a bargaining chip for his grandparents to show that they are in fact caring for the family of the lost daughter.

His aunt and uncle take him in, but not Gwen for sexist reasons, after their home is deemed unfit when questioning him about the Grabber.

His dad hits well with the life insurance and moves them to start away from the horrors that happened.

8. I want Hopper to be related to Vance Hopper, like cousins or something. That's it.

9. Imagen channeling ghost strength? Or even better him being able to communicate with El in that void because of his abilities.

10. If you want a song fic, fucking Bloody Mary is right there.

11. I want the angst of people around him reminding him of all the people he's lost. It would make his need to be needed even stronger. Moreover, his sense of devotion and desire to protect would be through the roof.

12. I really like the idea.

That's it, that's the post.

[thestupidhelmet]

You said that Nikki is the most complex T90S character, but tbh I think it's Gwen. I feel like we get the most insight into her home life out of all the kids and correct me if I'm wrong but isn't she the only one apart from Leia that we see interact with both of her parents? While we don't even know anything about Ozzie's parents, Nate's dad and never see Nikki's parents on screen.

I was weighing my opinion between Nikki and Gwen when I wrote that post. Out of all the characters besides Leia, Gwen's family is depicted the most on T9S. Her mother Sherri is part of the main cast, and Nate is Gwen's brother. Season 2 (as I'm calling parts 2 and 3) gives us two vital Gwen family episodes. One where she tells her mom about her experiences with racism and the other where she goes through a reconciliation arc with her dad.

That being said, these episodes -- while important -- are both isolated moments in the show and contain the beginning, middle, and end of character arcs for Gwen that would've been better served as multi-episode arcs to go deeper. The formula of 1. Problem Presented 2. Problem Escalates 3. Problem (Neatly) Resolved in one episode is reminiscent of late '80s, early '90s family sitcoms.

Had Gwen experienced microaggressions throughout the show consistently (not constantly), the differences between her experiences in the world vs. her brother Nate's -- and, perhaps, Nate being protective of his younger sister in this regard her whole life -- being discussed with Leia and/or Nate and/or Ozzie, the payoff of her reckoning with her experiences of racism with her mom would've been more effective.

Similarly, had Gwen's feelings about her dad been brought up consistently in the show -- as Hyde's are in T7S during seasons 1-2 and erupt when he finds Bud in Point Place -- her episode of reconciliation with her dad would've been more effective.

We do know some aspects of Ozzie's parents. He discusses his dynamic with them in quite a few episodes, particularly where his sexuality is involved. Although his parents are never seen on the show, their relationship with Ozzie affects him and his choices consistently.

The above is even more true for Nikki, especially in season 2. We learn a lot about what her parents expect from her and how that's affected her choices her whole life, including how focused she is on preparing for a specific future. In season 2, she breaks free of what's essentially been a prison for her mentally and emotionally. Her whole character, the way she carries herself, how she talks, is a clear result of her upbringing. Her character has the most subtext, which is why she's the most complex character on the show for me.

In season 1, this subtext exists and is touched upon textually a bit. Her relationship with Nate is important because she chose him from her heart, not her parents' expectations. The tension that grows between them ultimately stems from the conflict in Nikki between internalizing her parents' view of what her life should be according to them and what she wants her life to be. Nate doesn't fit her parents' version of her future. He does fit her own.

Where Gwen's deeper emotional arcs are dealt with in one-off episodes, Nikki's emotional journey is portrayed throughout the show and has relatively high emotional stakes. Leia's emotional journey, by comparison, has relatively low emotional stakes (maybe not for her, but certainly for me as the audience 😅).

This is only my perspective, however. It doesn't preclude people from having different ones. 😊

[firespirited]

everywhere but here, I am the mom.

not the 'mom friend', not fun aunt or godmother, the big sister type you go to when you're at the end of your tether and you need a mom to clean up something nasty, kill a spider, unload on someone who can handle it and not make it about them, help you pull the trigger on a hard decision you've already taken but haven't accepted. I make things happen, I connect people, I do mediation and emotional prep; I tell people their full options and help them weigh it all up. You were pondering it for a while but you left here with a lawyer's appointment and a loan we both know is a 'pay it forward' gift. I carry the secrets and the bad memories so it makes sense you move on without me when all's well. The big sister thing means I feel like family and shelter but not really like an everyday friend

Here, I get to be Saffy, bit of a klutz, silly brained with a childlike wonder for creatures and well-designed things who can talk about fear of crowds, slowly healing the relationship with my own mum, I watch horror and post about my dog. That's who I want to be, a large facet of who I am internally buuut life rarely fits the idea we have of ourselves does it?

Part of repairing the imbalanced relationship with mum was letting her do some protective mothering so i can fill the desperate ache to have one person in the world who has my back, while making my support of her more streamlined and unspoken. You know the concept of the toilet paper fairy who makes loo roll appear and always knows when to buy more, that but for groceries, electronics and paperwork, and big decisions we carry together but it has to be very businesslike and unemotional: she's as much a big sweetheart as she is fiercely independent (and ashamed/angry her daughter had to carry half the load). So now she's the one who notices or who I go to when the world has asked me to be The Mom again.

I imagine it's a lot like gay penguins: there's an ecological vacuum of big sister-mom types and some of us just have the vibes.

This winter I've done a metric ton of non-judgmental, non-condescending temporary 'parenting' of women with parents who are gone or who can't handle it and friends who aren't friends-for-that-kinda-thing. I'm really good at it, at weathering a storm for someone and being an anchor. It doesn't hurt any more because mum can be an emotional mum to me.

but I'm never sure how to talk about it here between dolls and shitposts and if i'm not specific... I mean... "chronically ill/special needs person currently or previously in abusive relationship with parent/partner who takes a while to realize and accept abuse isn't just fists but sleep depravation and symptom minimization and all sorts of tiny things that add up to life-threatening injury to the body and mind" applies to many of us dollblr folks as it does like 80% of my social circle offline.

and there's no way of saying that being around some folks is like experiencing a slow motion train wreck without sounding like an asshole.

I am that asshole.

I am goatsed out and want to be a hermit.

Did I tell you guys my doctor vented for 45 minutes about having to put her "dumbass hysterical" sister (deaf and never put in school) into care and the paperwork involved in getting disability (the thing that took me 14 years and she got her sister's transferred in 3 weeks). and I truly empathize but that wasn't very professional and your sister is a person. please.

and I can't cut M out of my life now that her kid is, as predicted, like her (and the facebook-chosen not-yet-divorced deadbeat-dad of 3 special needs kids), an adorable barely verbal two-year-old. She won't be able to navigate special needs care alone but she's still staunchly anti-vax and had a diatribe of ableism mixed with mystical pseudoscience for me, interspersed with thanks for being more family to her than her sister in helping her know how to leave a bad relationship. hokay not making this easy.

S is going to be on the hook for tax evasion if she stays with the shady useless guy she's been babying (and resenting) for 20 years solely because she doesn't like to do activities alone. three times now I've been cornered for the vent sesh. I am sitting on the floor the next time, I need blood in my brain to emote properly. and that unneutered bulldog living in the south is a crime, it can't breathe it can't think, it's all hormones and anxiety covered in fur, of course it's a nuisance around the house.

and there's more but i'm tired of typing and thinking.

[castleaudios]

YOUR SHIFTER LORE HAS LEFT ME WITH QUESTIONS (Also thank you so much for the (fan) food, it was delicious. My nerd brain is *thriving*) 1. In regards to seeking the pack approval before using the term "mate" does that only apply to shifters seeking that, or do their human (or otherwise) partners ever do the same for their shifter partners (ie: asking their partner's shifter pack for approval to call them their mate)? 2. Did Evie do this for Knight? They were lovebirds for so long I would lean towards no, but Evie also clearly respects Claire, so I could also see her at least bringing it up with her as their sister. 2a. Would Seer do this for Beth? Or is that up to personal headcanons? (I personally love the idea of them trying so hard to do right by her that they ask the Pack for approval, since they've heard her slip in calling them "Mate" (as well as the vision) and wanna be prepared now that things are more secure with their relationship). ...Oooh, or would Beth have a problem with that, since she doesn't like things chosen for her (ie: would seem likely to rebel the tradition)? 2b. I feel like Ranger would do this just to respect Pack traditions (since they clearly hold the standards for magic and its rules, as well as rules in general, very seriously) and show respect to Claire as the Alpha. 2c. That actually leaves another question: do Alphas take part, or is it assumed they can do what they want, as the Alpha?

3. Were Omegas respected titles, before the "weak link transition? Their main role was being the Alpha's bedmate, not a Mate, but they also had the responsibility of helping produce strong heirs, so that makes me think of honored consorts and such. Sort of like how royals of old had their political marriages, but often had their "true loves" as consorts - not married, but still well respected (only with Shifters, that dynamic is reversed a little, obviously, since they have Mates, not assigned partners.) 4. You realize I'm gonna have to write something about some douche referring to Ranger as Claire's Omega (in the condescending way - ie: they're there for their body, nothing more and are weak) while trying to act like they're a better fit, yeah? The idea of one or both kicking ass over it gives me joy. 5. What made pack adoptions more rare? Has it just been less of an issue as packs adjusted to smaller groups? (Side note: I absolutely love this concept as a whole, shifter packs coming together to give children who need it a loving home and support system. I *adore* the entire concept of community upbringing for children who have lost their parents)

HAPPY TO PROVIDE!!

If both are members of the pack, then they would both look for pack approval. If one is being brought into the pack, it's not necessary, however it does makes for good brownie points if they do.

2. Evie didn't do it for Knight in the official sense, she and Knight didn't really know about the custom to begin with. The pack just automatically accepted that Evie wasn't going anywhere so there as no need to ask. Claire did take the time and invited Evie over to have a heart to heart about and Claire gave her blessing.

2a. I feel like Seer would try to go traditional and ask for the Pack's approval once they and Beth had agreed they wanted to take that step. As much as Beth doesn't want her life chosen for her, the idea of finding her mate and doing things "right" has been something she's looked forward to since she was little. Her mom didn't find her mate until too late in life, so Beth would want to uphold every custom that her mom couldn't.

2b. The second Ranger finds out about this custom, they'll send every pack member a hand written letter to ask to meet in person and ask for their blessing.

2c. Alpha's do participate! When an Alpha takes a mate, they also ask for pack blessing. Their taking of a mate is actually held with more scrutiny than any other member, usually including the mate needing the Beta's specific blessing above all else.

3. The Omega was a well respected title and one that was envied by many. They quite literally carried the future of the pack, so they were protected and revered until the role was no longer necessary. The insult of "weak link" was to undercut the actual importance of the position.

4. I expect this fic on my desk the second it's finished!!

5. Yep! Smaller packs and shifters separating into their own independent units over time made it less popular, but no less necessary for the children who slip through the cracks.

(This aspect of the lore meant a lot to me when establishing it and Claire's adoption makes me so emotional 😭)

[avaisnerdytoo]

RICK AND MORTY SEASON 7 FINALE

*I TYPED THIS WHEN IT CAME OUT AND NEVER POSTED IT CAUSE PERFECTIONISM IM SORRY BUT IT'S KINDA COOL ALTHOUGH ITS BEEN LOW KEY SAID ALREADY

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There is a lot to unpack, I want to cover some character insights, some connections to philosophical concepts I found neat, and some implications I feel the show gives regarding future seasons!

I'll write a lot, so I recommend reading the chapter titles to see if something catches your eye, I understand why you may be less interested in reading a whole thing.

Let's jump in.

BRIEF INTRODUCTION:

This has the foundations to be one of my favorite episodes they have ever made. It is like a therapy session made an episode.

I feel this single-handedly pays for the lack of Morty we saw in other sections of the season.

I think even with most of it being a simulation, the episode still has a lot to say about other characters too. Even if it was all through Morty.

Nevertheless I won't drop the fact that this is an episode of Morty, where his mind, his feelings, and his unconscious are the narrators, which means that the way it speaks of Rick may not be quite accurate, but I'll get there*

Cause I do think the writers are still consistent with Rick for a good portion*

MORTY'S DEFENSIVE LAYERS: short chapter

Dr. Wong once pointed out that the whole Smith family uses rationality to avoid emotion (a fact I sometimes really identify with btw), and this is best shown here, where the layers of Morty's ability to resist the simulation and to place protective barriers over what he feels, is a lot stronger than we realize.

You coooould argue that's simply the way the hole works, but I personally interpreted it as more...

I think we are being told that Morty has also learned (if not mastered) the ability to build the same protective walls as the rest of the family, however his ability to defeat the simulation is also not to be understated, especially if only like 3 people have survived it in years.

RICK AND DIANE (WHAT IS A REAL DIANE LIKE?): Short to Medium Chapter*

It is made clear that this representation of their relationship is not to be taken at face value, but I somewhat doubt the writers are interested in truly making Diane a part of the show. I hope I am proven wrong, but if I assume this is one of the very few instances of her we will see, then I am willing to take a leap and assume some of what we saw, could make sense within their relationship.

Diane was shown as fun, decisive, adventurous and challenging, to me, she showed a lot of Summer traits, which fits right in line with Rick's observations of her.

On the opposite end, I do think there is a big layer of Morty's own bias regarding how he'd assume someone capable of keeping up with Rick's style of character should be, and with the rest of the episode in mind, it is of no surprise he followed them across the main montage.

I feel Diane was an enabler to Rick, I doubt young Rick could be described as pathetic though, more like responsible. And Diane would probably be as well, but I do see a scenario where someone that grabs Rick's attention and respect has the resourcefulness of Summer and the courage to jump into action.

MORTY IS ALONE ALONE, A-FREAKING-LONE + an observation for Evil Morty* Long Chapter*

We know this already of course, Morty is a kid neglected by his parents pretty much, not out of malice but out of immaturity and naivety. The bond between Summer and Morty is good, and has improved, but I do not think there is a world (nor there should be), where Summer should take care of Morty more than how a sister can. (In another dimension bro would be a strong candidate to get Fairly Odd Parents)

This evidently leaves Rick as the only figure in his life with any room to provide protection, love, advice and all the things adults should do.

Which is a very shitty deal... Because Rick is far from equipped at any of these.

His experience, even in the crazy sci-fi multiverse he lives in feels very real, I consider Morty as the most complex character, and he was designed from the start to be the closest thing we -as the audience - can have to a surrogate.

It hurts to see him so adrift, of realizing day by day that there are a lot of challenges he will have to conquer alone, we know he can, but it doesn't mean it is nice to have to do so. (I may be half projecting here though cause I big time identified with him here).

It is clear Morty is really holding back to the scary world out there, he wants Rick to protect him, he wants to be looked after, he wants what we all do, to be loved and heard. Acceptance is necessary for growth, and at this moment, it is clear Morty believes no one will be there for him. (Hopefully that is proven wrong but more of that below).

I think I may now understand what Evil Morty argued when he sympathized with Rick over achieving his goal of ending Rick Prime, and still feeling unsatisfied. (that's a theory*).

MORTY'S PERCEPTION OF RICK

+ the struggles of adapting to a changing family member or friend

+ will it have an impact on the next Season?

Long chapter

Actions speak louder than words, but words matter too, and when those necessary actions come sparingly, expecting anything from the person who's bringing you conflict becomes harder.

That's the best way I can describe how Morty feels about Rick, I'm sure he values that time in Season 2 when Rick sacrificed himself for him, but there are also hundreds of variations of that event where Rick belittled Morty, and that has pretty much been the pattern since then, there are objectively worse things Rick has done than good ones...

It's unfortunate this is all Morty has, he clearly genuinely loves Rick, but I feel this episode, if followed upon through the Canon is a big eye opening for Morty.

This whole episode was a therapy session, like any process, it has to be explored through analysis, brought to the conscious mind, and peeled slowly across the stages of grief...

...

Actually, this episode was more like an Ayahuasca Trip, because it surfaced key aspects of Morty's psyche and feelings, but it only did that, unlike therapy which would keep exploring them to find how to coexist/diffuse.

There is soooo much left on the table, and the worst part is that I think this realization is incompatible with who Rick is becoming, which is reallyyyy unfortunate timing.

But completely understandable, and arguably real, on Morty's part, I feel they are being set up to be on distinct emotional paths which WILL require Rick to take more direct action.

If the idea that your closest family member can shatter the illusion of reality by saying that which you want to hear... Fuuuuck

If you ever watched Lucifer (the TV Show) there's a similar moment there that reminds me to this 🤔

SIMULATION THEORY MADE FUNNY, BUT STILL VEEEERY REAL

not character exploration just a comment on the episode

As a small comment one of my favorite tropes explored in the episode is the whole looped, "Are we out of the hole yet?", because that is the very foundation of the paradox of simulation theory, they technically explored it back in Season one, but the weight of it felt more significant here.

If you're told you live in a simulation, and then given the option to escape, all Matrix style, you don't become Neo, you instead become eternally unaware of when you're in the real world, you aren't shown the truth, it shatters your perceptions completely.

It's not that kind of show of course, but imagine the weight of experiencing, in this case, growing up, going to college, possibly losing a family member (with the worrying lack of Jerry in those scenes), getting a job, forming a life that is ripped away...

I love the running gag at this point of this occurring... The Roy Game, The Vat Of Acid Episode, The Beth and Space Beth Lesbian Simulator (my fav), and now this.

Only this one is given that weight though, even Morty begins to wonder whether he was just outright born there...

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NO WAY I WAS DONE ALL THIS TIME

I'm sorry I didn't post this when I typed it, I had more ideas and I wanted more photos but I maxed out what I could use and my perfectionism got the better of me.

Hope there is still something here for you all 🥺🥺🥺😖