#their father daughter dynamic is unbreakable

[ricksmarlene]

Judith - is she - is she alive?             She's okay.

RICK GRIMES AND JUDITH GRIMES | a chronology

[springtyme]

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐆𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭 ♡

Joel Miller x fem!reader || Main masterlist || Spotify

summary: You, Sarah and Joel spends a lovely day together and get ready for your first Halloween as a family.

word count: 1.3k

tags: No/pre outbreak. Stepmom!reader. Pre outbreak Joel is so special to me. Can be read as either game version or hbo version, depending on preference.

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑) 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

The sun hangs high in the sky over Austin, its gentle warmth spilling over the neighborhood. It is one of those perfect October afternoons, where the weather is a perfect blend of mild breezes and golden Texan sunlight, casting dappled shadows on the ground with the distant hum of lawnmowers and kids playing in the streets. You stand in the backyard of the Miller house, a glass of lemonade in your hand, while Joel and Sarah work on a makeshift soccer goal.

“Dad, can you pass me the other chair?” Sarah chirps, her voice light and playful.

Joel grunts in response, stepping away from the task at hand to grab the lawn chair propped against the fence. You chuckle at the sight of him, brow furrowed in concentration.

“Here you go, baby girl,” Joel says, handing the chair to Sarah, who expertly balances it on one leg before planting it firmly into the ground.

“Thanks, old man,” she teases, a grin lighting up her face. Joel rolls his eyes but can’t hide the smile creeping onto his lips.

As Sarah sets up the chairs, you feel a sense of warmth watching the dynamic between father and daughter. It is a sunny day filled with simplicity, laughter, and unbreakable bonds—the kind of day that will later be sweetly remembered.

Joel turns his focus back to you, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. “You wanna give it a try?” he asks, motioning toward the soccer ball resting on the grass.

You laugh, shaking your head. “You really think I can keep up with you two?”

“C’mon, don’t sell yourself short.” 

“Yeah, don’t sell yourself short!” Sarah echoes her father’s words encouragingly, bouncing on her toes and looking at you with wide, eager eyes. There is no way you can deny her anything. 

With the competition beckoning, you take a deep breath and step forward, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Joel flicks an eyebrow at you, setting the stage for the light-hearted battle to come. He isn’t one to let things go easy—at least, not without a little teasing.

“Alright, but fair warning: I’m ruthless,” you joke, taking a position on the makeshift field.

The three of you begin a small-scale game of soccer, the energy infectious. Joel’s competitive spirit shines through as he expertly weaves between you and Sarah, showcasing the skills that come from years of hard labor and resilience. Laughter erupts as the inevitable trips and fumbles play on repeat, each mistake accompanied by an exaggerated fall or mock pleas for mercy.

You can hear the bell of the ice cream truck echoing throughout the neighborhood, which prompts a perfect pause in your game.

“Okay, okay! Time out!” Joel calls, raising his hands in surrender. “How about we take an ice cream break, and then we can get those decorations up after?”

Sarah’s eyes light up at the mention of ice cream and halloween decor, her previous determination momentarily forgotten. “Yes! I want a rainbow sherbet!” she chirps, hopping on her toes.

You and Joel exchange amused glances, both knowing how quickly she can switch from athlete to ice cream enthusiast. Joel dusts off his hands, feigning exhaustion. “A rainbow sherbet, huh?” he mumbles, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

With a triumphant grin, Sarah races ahead, her bare feet barely making a sound on the grass as she darts towards the street where the sound of the ice cream truck continues to ring out like a siren call. You and Joel follow at a more measured pace, your laughter trailing behind.

After your sweet treat, the three of you make your way back to the house, invigorated by the sugar rush. Sarah’s pink-stained grin is a testament to her delight, while Joel can’t help but tease her about the sticky evidence on her face. “Looks like someone went a little heavy on the sherbet,” he laughs, knowing full well that Sarah is a mix of sweet and mischievous.

“Hey! It’s called enjoying life!” she defends, puffing up her chest like a little warrior. She marches ahead with exaggerated bravado, her arms swinging confidently earning a heartfelt laugh from both you and Joel. 

As you enter the Miller house, the air is filled with the warm, sweet scent of cinnamon and apples from the kitchen. The sun, now starting to descend, casts a cozy glow through the windows, beckoning the impending festivities of Halloween. Sarah, filled with energy, bounces around the living room, her brows furrowed in deep concentration as she speaks about the decorations still waiting to be hung.

“Let’s make this place the spookiest on the block! I want ghosts hanging from the trees, cobwebs everywhere, and definitely the best pumpkins! We have to go to the pumpkin patch soon and get the biggest one they have,” she exclaims, her excitement palpable.

“Right, right, the bigger the better,” Joel chuckles and begins pulling out boxes from the storage closet, each labeled with scribbled black letters saying ‘Halloween.’

“Alright, let’s see what we’ve got here,” he says, dumping the contents of the boxes onto the living room floor. A whirlwind of colors emerges: orange and black streamers, plastic spiders, strings of twinkling lights, and various types of skeletons, witches and pumpkins. 

You can’t help but smile at the chaos as Sarah jumps into the pile of decorations, her laughter combining with Joel’s lighthearted comments. It feels like moments stretch into eternity, wrapped in joy and the love of family. There’s something so enchanting about the very air around you, thick with the scent of impending Halloween mingled with the faint sweetness of the ice cream still lingering on your tongue.

In the midst of Sarah’s enthusiastic chatter and Joel’s playful teasing, you catch him glancing your way, a soft glimmer of warmth in his eyes. As Sarah busies herself collecting decor items, sprinkling them throughout the room, you and Joel find yourselves sharing a fleeting moment of quiet intimacy. The world outside fades, and it’s just the two of you in this tiny cozy haven.

“You know,” he starts, his voice low, “you’re pretty good at this whole family thing.”

You laugh softly, feeling heat rise in your cheeks. “It’s pretty easy when it is with you two.”

He smirks, a soft look in his eyes as he steps just a bit closer, the playful teasing on his lips giving way to something deeper.

You take the opportunity to step closer too, feeling the familiar spark between you. He catches your eye and, when Sarah isn’t looking, you share a silent moment—a dance of emotions passing quickly yet deliberately. It feels like the world has shrunk to just the two of you, even amidst the flurry of twinkling lights and glittering ghost decorations.

Unable to resist, Joel leans in, and before you can register it fully, he steals a delicate kiss, soft and sweet. It feels as natural as breathing. The surprise of the moment dances like fireworks in your chest, filling you with delight.But just as quickly as it began, the spell is broken by Sarah’s enthusiastic shout from across the room. “Hey! Are you two going to help or just stand there looking goofy?”

You both turn to her, laughter spilling out unexpectedly as you playfully adopt exaggerated guilty expressions. “We were just… plotting the next decoration strategy!” you say, your voice teasing.

“Yeah, that!” Joel jumps in, shooting you a conspiratorial grin, the moment still tingling in the air between you.

As you join Sarah on the living room floor, the warmth of the afternoon continues to wrap around you, a tapestry of laughter, love, and little moments that turn into cherished memories. The sun casts its final golden rays through the window, washing everything in a gentle glow.

[syndrossi]

You really got me with the Baelon and Aemon feelings with the Regnal Au.

Just-

"Baelon and Aemon," Daemon said, irritated that his father refused to take either the compliment or the bait. "They are twins. That is a bond they will have their whole lives. What better bond to honor than yours and Uncle Aemon's?"

"I recall Viserys saying you favored Aegon."

He had, but that had been when Daemon had been expecting a single son or daughter. A grand name, to herald a grand legacy. But two sons who had shared the womb, who already seemed upset to be parted for too long-

There was only one bond like it that Daemon had known.

Beautiful. Exceptional. Poetic.

Painful.

Why don't you just stab me in the heart?? It would hurt significantly less. I was legitimately close to tears when I read that last sentence...

But seriously, you write Baelon and Aemon so well, and they're not even alive nor the focus of the main story! Your parallels between the three generations of Targaryen brothers get me every time. Aemon and Baelon were the living, breathing image of what a bond of true, love, loyalty, trust, and friendship between brothers looked like.

When Daemon got older and as his and Viserys' relationship became more and more strained, the thought of his father and uncle, and the unbreakable bond they shared, probably just seemed so unattainable, perhaps even impossible to him.

And so many years later, in the main story verse, when the twins come along and Daemon sees just how much they mean to each other. How they communicate, how they protect each other, how they make the other laugh. Daemon has witnessed this before. It's been a long time, but he's seen it. Seen it in the way that Jon angles his body in front of Rhaegar's when he feels danger because that's what his father did. Seen it in the way that Rhaegar places his hand on Jon's should and calms him with a look because that's what his uncle did.

When Daemon meets his sons, he realizes that the bond his father and uncle had wasn't as impossible as he thought. Special, yes, but not so impossible as to never see it again.

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Sorry this is super long! I just have so many thoughts and feelings about them, and then I just started rambling like crazy, plus I'm really tired. Anyway, I love your writing. Thanks for taking the time for it!!

It is my goal at all times to get people with the Aemon and Baelon feels, if I'm being honest. 😅 Just as canon!Rhaegar haunts the ASOIAF narrative, those two haunt Resonant. It's always been a story of three sets of brothers to me, for all the plotting and candle shenanigans going on throughout. The way that Viserys and Daemon are haunted by their two father figures, and the fact that neither of them can a) live up to either of them or b) even come close to the bond and friendship between them.

Like. I do think that an unexplored thing in a lot of the earlier canon stories so far is the Targaryen brother-brother dynamic. We know what a brother-sister "close" dynamic becomes: a marriage, since that's how Targaryens work. But what about two brothers? The fact that kepus means both your father and your uncle could be as simple as "teehee it's because your father is your mother's brother, making him your uncle too!" But I think it's more than that. That the Valyrians, to prevent familial infighting, truly did encourage the friendliest bonds possible between siblings. Your uncle is your kepus because he's just that close with your mother and father. You are like his son, in the same way that your cousins are like your own father's children.

Did it always work? I'm sure it didn't! There are plenty of ways personalities can clash and lead to friction/enmity. But recall that Maegor did not betray Aenys directly. He clashed with his sons after his death, which certainly does break the "your nephews are like your sons" sentiment, but he held the bonds of brotherhood between them sacred enough to honor his right to the throne. What he did to some of Aenys's children after was less heartwarming, of course. But there seems to be, at least closer to their departure from Valyria and its Doom, a sense of loyalty to one's siblings. Aegon himself elevated Orys, his bastard half-brother, to the rank of lord over all of the Stormlands, founding House Baratheon.

The most notable departure is of course the Dance, when those bonds of brotherhood (sisterhood) are utterly severed, to the point of kinslaying. But after, you still have pockets of tight bonds. Aegon III and Viserys II, for example.

(And of course not all brother relationships are equal! Aemon and Baelon had their inseparable bond, but neither formed much of a connection with Vaegon, and Baelon eventually grew frustrated enough teaching him to send Alyssa to face him in combat. Their differing ages and interests separated them, which meant there was really only one cluster of close siblings: Aemon, Baelon, and Alyssa. Did this also occur in old Valyria? Perhaps. Or perhaps, culturally, more was done to encourage harmony within the family.)

Okay, sorry, long aside there!

Back to Daemon and Viserys and their feelings of inadequacy as relates to their father and uncle! Like you said, it's such a shining, even idealized bond (I'm sure they had their occasional squabbles, as any siblings will), it feels like they can never achieve anything like it. I think the early days, when Viserys was throwing council positions at Daemon was him trying to live up to it that way, the way he imagined Aemon would have trusted Baelon to assist him. Except Viserys still saw Daemon as immature, and let Otto turn that into suspicion/paranoia, so he withheld what Daemon perceived as a "fair" partnership between them, aka Daemon as his Hand. And each firing after that was like another rejection of their bonds of brotherhood, further evidence that his own brother didn't trust him. And Daemon continually acting up in response was further proof to Viserys that he was justified in not trusting either Daemon's capabilities or intentions.

None of which happens if Viserys never becomes king. I'm willing to bet they had a much better relationship beforehand. Perhaps not Aemon-Baelon level, but that's not a fair bond to have as your standard. But the widening gap between the ideal (Aemon-Baelon) and reality (Viserys-Daemon leading up to the "heir for a day" incident) is something that must have weighed on either of them, and felt incredibly frustrating. For Viserys, it's "I love you, why can't I trust you?" And for Daemon it's "I love you, why don't you trust me?" They recognize that there's some kind of failure between them, and they're just not equipped to mend it. Viserys keeps poking at Daemon's scabs, and Otto keeps fueling Viserys's mistrust.

So at a certain point I think they do both decide that what Aemon and Baelon had was a once-in-a-century kind of bond. Which, as you say, is challenged when Jon and Rhaegar enter the picture. All of those memories come flooding back, even before you get into the way each of them echo Baelon and Aemon. There is living proof that it's possible. That it's not impossible for that level of trust and understanding to exist between two siblings. (And the ghosts return to haunt Daemon and Viserys. In Daemon's case, uh, sorta literally. 🕯️)

I'd love to do some explorations of (alive) Aemon and Baelon sometime. It's a shame none of the prompts involve them except as memories/dreams. Some outing with twelve-year-old!Daemon and Aemon could be very sweet. Or Rhaenys and Baelon getting up to mischief against Aemon. You know, things that won't stab you in the heart for once! 😅

[randomfoggytiger]

Scully: Lies and Self-Edits

Scully's lies and self-edits stemmed from a desire to be believed in: she wanted trust, admiration, and respect, honing her self-image to a fine point in order to earn that belief.

What I found interesting was how she self-edited her image to others particularly; and how that reflected in her relationships with those closest to her.

**Note**: Will ghost edit later.

"Agent Scully"

To her peers, to coworkers, and bosses (and even in her early friendship with Skinner), Scully maintains an edge of unbreakable, unapproachable distance. Her life is her own; and she will not be broken by misogynistic assumptions (2Shy and D.P.O. and Never Again) or blinded by personal connections (Revelations, Orison, etc.)

Scully seeks to earn their belief through respect, self-editing to cover up her personal struggles and weaknesses.

"Dana, What Are You Doing At Work Getting Knocked Down?"

Bill Scully is shown only one aspect of his sister's chosen line of work: abductions, trauma, and loss of inter-familiar connection. Furthermore, he is hurt, angry, even jealous that Dana would rather go to work and die in silence than admit her failing health to the family, who would be ready and willing to support and lift her up.

What Bill fails to see in his own behavior (and which Scully is too polite to point out to him) is his lack of confidence, faith, and belief in his sister: that her decisions-- be it getting knocked down at work or trying to adopt a little girl she's known for only a few days-- are born from rationality and conviction, not irresponsibility and emotions. He has prejudged her-- unlike or more than he did Melissa, by all accounts-- as flighty and frivolous: climbing to greatness before tossing herself off the mountain to doom.

Scully seeks to earn his belief through rationality, self-editing to appear emotionally detached and logical in the face of his (half-merited, half wildly unfair) criticisms.

"You Were Always the Strong One"

We get a clear picture of Maggie Scully's reliance on her daughter in Beyond the Sea and Memento Mori, setting up one-half of the complicated dynamics of Scully's Starbuck complex. She openly grieves, openly weeps, and openly clings to her daughter-- "the strong one" of her children, boys included. That angle would reinforce Captain Scully's expectations and benevolence to Scully's achieving, self-sacrificing nature; and Scully has always bloomed towards praise, even after her personal revelation in all things.

Scully seeks to earn her unshakeable love, self-editing her own struggles out of a fear that her "cowardice" or failure will dry up Maggie's motherly love or belief.

"Other Fathers"

In Beyond the Sea, Captain Scully is prodded to ask his daughter about her job-- the very issue that fractured his and Scully's relationship from recruitment to field work (quite a long period.) Scully buries her insecurity, answering with a dutifully tight-lipped "It's good." But when her father walks away, she slumps, disappointed at his desire to move quickly away from that fulfilling part of her life.

At his funeral, she begs her mother: "Was he at all proud of me?" And works through her feelings of shame until her closure in One Breath. Still, the question haunts her; and she misinterprets her dissatisfaction and disillusionment in Never Again as a symptom of her "other fathers" hangup with Mulder. The truth she learns then was a different one-- post here-- but the similarities remain. Always patching holes back onto the ship, never pushing the captain too far.

Scully sought (seeks) to earn his pride through being a dutiful second mate, self-editing and downplaying her break for freedom in an attempt to win him back.

"A Source of Strength"

In Irresistible, Scully reveals to Karen Kosseff her realization: she relies on Mulder. She also recognizes her desire to never become a burden to him-- as she says in Fight the Future, "I've only held you back." She breaks down by the end, but that doesn't stop her inability to freely admit weakness until Milagro, and then not fully until after all things.

Scully seeks to earn his belief through attention: is he staring at the stars, forgetting her? Running off to the basement after perpetrators while her heart is being ripped out upstairs? More focused on his pursuit of the truth than her limitations? "You didn't need me, Mulder. I just held you back" is another way of crying out "I ruined your life by turning your focus away from what was more important-- from what is more important to you", after all. Scully self-edits her limitations to keep up with Mulder, be it physically shoulder-to-shoulder or mentally toe-to-toe.

"Life Is... Just a Path"

Melissa Scully, ironically, was the only relationship that needed nothing from Dana: only gave and gave and gave, pushed and pushed and pushed for her to become better. (A powerful storytelling tool, as well as a powerful relationship; and probably why Chris Carter kept acknowledging her influence in his mytharc episodes.)

Scully sought (seeks) to earn her belief through reassurance, self-editing her weaknesses to Melissa in an attempt to prove she is fine. However, she could never fool her sister, leaving them both frustrated and persistent.

THE TRUTH

Scully wants others to believe in her.

She will always face doubts in her chosen field of work; but she's won the belief of Skinner and a handful of others.

Bill may never fully trust or believe in her motives or actions, but her father jumped at his chance of redemption.

Mulder might not always give her the attention she craves but Maggie did; and Maggie might not always understand, but Mulder will.

Melissa's impact lives on, touching her life and propelling her to resolve those unsettled issues within herself; which, in turn, shifts her focus from denial to acceptance.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

[heliphantie]

Phantie’s Encanto: Los pequeños trillizos

Following is a part of my personal headcanon about the childhood dynamics and personalities of Madrigal triplets. It's movie-compliant, with some elements related to production materials and some answers given by director and crew to audience, like the rest of my fanon.

Lots of text and pictures under 'read more':

Three Madrigal children, born at the same time, have got traits of their parents split between them. Oldest, Julieta, fully inherited gentle, caring and selfless nature of her father Pedro. Middle sister, Pepa, impulsive and passionate, got strong will and persistence of her mother Alma. Youngest kid, their brother Bruno, has got golden mean of personality between two – his father’s protective loving heart and his mother’s stubborn, resilient character.

When the three were born, there were no children of their age in the entire village: just some older ones, and only couple of years after setting, new babies started to appear. This way, already inseparable triplets, always under watchful eye of their mother, had spent their early years all to themselves, in the company of each other, and couldn’t imagine to part their ways in any foreseeable future. But even in their unity, they soon started to see differences between themselves, each one stepped on the path to their fate.

Julieta, first triplet to see the light, embraced duty of firstborn child seemingly since her infantry. The most empathetic and sensitive, she always provided comfort and care not only for her mother and siblings, but for newborn children all around the growing town, mending their injuries, calming their disturbances, filling for their parents when they had no one to take care of babies while busy with chores, in between helping her mother with household and remaining loving big sister for two siblings, fairly troublesome at times. She never seemed to get tired of her business, despite nobody ever forcing work on her, yet everyone felt defenseless once she came to offer her help, due her irresistible kindness and genuine commitment. No wonder she soon earned title of “everybody’s mother”, spoken discreetly to not cause bashfulness in her. And since she was small, nobody in Encanto ever had doubt that she’s destined to grow up a successor of her mother, future leader of the town and keeper of household of her own. So, inevitably, talks and speculations began to spread out on the matter of her eventual choice for husband, though at the same time, everyone had to admit that, most likely, she will remain too good for whoever daring enough to make move, and even luckiest one bound to face pressure trying to stand on par with her finesse and nobility.

And while people around the town continued to marvel at her maturity, closest ones, her uterine siblings, were able to see beyond it. It could appear that oldest daughter, responsible and sound-minded, would be at complete control of her own feelings and wellbeing, but Pepa and Bruno, typically carefree under the wing of big sister, suspected in secret that her tender heart might turn into her fatal weakness. Worried that one day advantage can be taken of her selflessness, they decided to try and become self-sufficient in order to protect and guard one person who always assured their own safety.

In the end, no one was surprised that on her fifth birthday, Julieta, whose happiness lay in providing security and peace for her encirclement, was granted gift of healing people with her very touch and pieces created with her hands, and gained ability of her own being staying intact and sound in any circumstances, never catching any illness in already safe environment of magically secured town*. But, mused her siblings, this doesn’t mean that her heart is as invulnerable and unbreakable as her physical form, after all, if it wasn’t, she would not be that wonderful loving person they know.

If you ask about vulnerability and insecurity, Pepa knows it quite well, and anyone who happen to hang around her, gets clear impression of it too. Thankfully, it’s lot easier to hide your internal sensitivity by acting as openly assertive and fierce as possible, so no one can suspect you’re wearing your fragility on your sleeve. Not carrying responsibilities expected from oldest child also comes in handy sometimes. What she lacks in elegance and feminine softness, Pepa makes up for with flashy and visible manifestation of her personality. And it’s indeed a big relief, when in place of twisted stomach, you get small whirlwind, or wake up in your bed soaked wet from simple rain unconsciously created in bad dream, spared from embarrassment. Downside is, you still can’t keep your feelings completely unseen, and cause inconvenience for those around you, but it’s not as bothersome, if you’re don’t get worked up over other’s condition, especially harmless temporary kind.

You can be true family weirdo all you want, especially with support of your utterly ridiculous brother, who appears even more content with himself all the time, your main and often single playmate who effortlessly brushes off your grudges and turn them into laughter. One thing, however, causing distress to bring up around either of siblings, is what you can’t help but notice you are kind of black sheep among the flock: you are evidently not that fine compared to both of your siblings, mild-tempered, petite, cute (no, it’s just sister, Bruno is hideous, naturally!), with pretty dark curls, coffee-colored skin, and gentle deep eyes, all while you stick out like sore thumb with your stupid shaggy red hair, lanky skinny build, and silly face turning hot red at slightest sign of agitation or resentment. And what makes it all so ludicrous and upsetting, none of this could’ve been that much of disadvantage if it didn’t get in the way of your innermost desire – experience of miraculous romance like one that resulted in her own existence, except with guarantee of living happily ever after, and even if not, doesn’t mere opportunity to live through it makes up for all hardships it can bring? If only she was born gifted with everything to be worth of it, something her lucky siblings apparently take for granted and don’t sweat about at all. Brooding about her tragic predicament since she was four, upon entering adolescent years, Pepa completely came at terms with it and concluded that, if her incessant wishing is bound to bear fruit and true love waits ahead, it could be none other but one that accepts her the way she is, seeing all her flaws as virtues (philosophy her brother regards with skepticism, but nobody asked him!). Growing surrounded by miracles, it’s only natural to expect such occurrence of fateful love!

One can ask, wait, why even worry about what can or can’t happen in future if you have around somebody who can unveil your future for you and get you prepared for inevitability of success or failure? For that, there are two answers. First, precisely because of it. When you have cherished dream in the very core of your soul, possibility of ripping it off of you is lethal, and none of common sense warning you of probable futility of your dream makes ultimate awareness of it less painful. Second, inevitable embarrassment on both sides that comes with entrusting such intimate matter to your brother. Both sisters had agreed to never asking Bruno about details of their future, and all three mutually decided he has right to refuse taking a peek into their personal lives, no matter how desperate they can become to see it. The law remained unbreakable as long as it concerns individual fates of girls and not a necessity of precaution on bigger scope. As for what may lie ahead of himself, very careful experiments involving insignificant requests of closest in time events, proved that, apparently, seer can’t see his own future, neither can he accidentally peep his own involvement in any upcoming events, probably, just because said events generally are none of his business anyway… In any case, experiments ceased here. Doesn’t really matter, what can happen, said he, grinning with reassure, if we stick together through thick and thin. And if it happens so we have to part our ways, it’s only if we manage to find happiness of our own. In any case, we’ll never be lost and unhappy.

If Julieta’s forte was her graciousness, and Pepa preferred to put her trust into her guts, Bruno was undisputably the brain of three – astute and perceptive, he usually occupied position of observer, but if it called for action, approached it with precaution and ready tools. While his sisters were busy with housekeeping and daydreaming, he utilized free time to performing remained domestic tasks or taking any chance in education on available matters. Even after he received his gift and stable position in community, he wisely figured that work of soothsayer doesn’t demand full-time occupation, so he continued trying various activities with purpose of finding a calling outside of it, and though he proved decent capability in many things, he didn’t feel enough enthusiasm for most of it, but eventually has found that few most satisfying pastimes for him were self-expression via paint and paper, all accessible reading, and taking care of any living creatures in close proximity, most approachable of which turned out to be rodents living in Casita’s walls.

To the chagrin of the kid, he soon become aware of cruel irony of his gift being something that, in the turn of events that would allow him to get a taste of it before his fifth birthday set his destiny in stone, could bring him to decision of wishing something else for said gift, something that would truly encourage him for lifetime of using it. Gaining abilities of animal whisperer, for example, or becoming a magical painter and being able to bring everything he draws to life! Moving paintings, isn’t it exciting? Or maybe ever something more modest than that, like being able to see not through the time, but beyond the mountains, all the way to the remote places he, probably, never going to reach otherwise… But in reality, things turned differently, all because of his own overly pensive mind. Listening to the story of his father’s sacrifice, not for the first time, right before the celebration of his birthday, he, yet again, got so lost in contemplating possibility of safe outcome that could’ve keep the family intact… if only there was a way to prepare for escape in advance, to foresee danger… so these thoughts continued to run circles in his head even when he reached his hand to the doorknob of the shimmering door of his new room. It was not the first time when the house expanded on its own when there was need for it, and it was common occurrence for all life of the kids, what unexpected could happen?..

Of course, he knew since forever, that his position in the family is peculiar, him being single and eventually oldest male member, due to demise of his father, meant certain unspoken obligations. It was never discussed directly, he got not a word about it from his mother, but it was apparent for him – he’s expected to be successor of his father, misty, enigmatic figure, only tangible trace of whom existed in the form of large portrait hanging at the stair’s head on the way to his old nursery, that remained abandoned yet waiting for somebody to come and revitalize it, but in meanwhile, it served as welcoming quiet place for the boy to find occasional resort from all the hustle. The portrait depicted slightly haze image of dignified, sophisticated yet humble looking young man, his face frozen in serene yet somewhat apologetic smile, and the boy who stared at it couldn’t make anything out of it, let alone grasping in that face something he could identify with. His expression, though, it’s somehow reminiscent of big sister, concluded he with wandering smile, as if in response to the painted man. Talking to pictures would’ve been definitely handy… How else I supposed to figure what you wait from me? Portrait also expected something from him, but what it was he had no idea. Only one thing he was certain of, his duty to provide a shoulder his sisters, his family, could lean on, no matter if he ever going to take over mysterious identity of his father or not.

Although nobody assigned to him the duty of protection, he accepted it wholeheartedly and regarded as his purpose in life as long as it demanded. Sisters were his whole world, or, at least, embodied his major connection to the people. Naturally pensive and, someone could say, timid, he could let himself breath and entrust his worries to his oldest sister, and with middle sister he could unleash childish urge to just run around and enjoying life as kid of his age does. Something he couldn’t even admit to himself, with his big sister, mature and motherly beyond her age, he felt much more at ease than with his real mother, who, he always suspected, silently compared him with his nebulous father at every turn, and he couldn’t shake off the sense of disapproving from her. But Julieta had no such frame of reference, nor she cared if he gets to measure up to figure of Pedro, and loved him as he was, with all her candid heart. And with Pepa, he could not think twice to speak his mind and bother himself with politeness out of fear of causing offence that will remain unexpressed, as she wasn’t someone to bother herself with tolerance and always got back at him, sometimes with things like ball lightning, which didn’t cause much trouble either that couldn’t be mended with his other sister’s curative meals. Though he also had to deal with more grating aspects of Pepa’s personality, her propensity to overreact and involve those around her into the drama she’s main heroine of at the moment, and most tiresome of all, difficulties of consoling her without going through handful of insults in response, all while keeping himself from escalation of conflict (“You only take mercy of me because you’re a doormat!..” – “You’re not going to make yourself pleasant to people by acting like a grouchy hag!”). But all differences aside, one thing that inescapably brought the two together was their shared affection for their little big sister. Pepa could never allow herself to get consumed with envy for her sister’s superior grace, Bruno could never doubt that, if that time comes, he’s going to stand up for his second mother to the end.

* Remember the fact Pepa’s gift originally was supposed to make her indestructible before authors settled on weather control for her? As I assumed Julieta’s healing gift has potential of giving her immunity to any physical harm as well, it occurred to me, in the universe of movie, the trait could be implicitly passed to Juleta (thus, in a sense, their gifts are switched around in final version). We just can’t see it due its less obvious nature. And because inheritance, same trait potentially can be secondary effect of Luisa’s gift of physical strength.

[vonlipvig]

You know i suddenly think of AU for King Romus Toras again, hear me out what if King Valero bought an expensive mansion on Sordland and there whether it was located on Holsord, Lachaven or Deryr the mother of Anton Rayne work as a housemaid on the mansion of King Valero and there meet crown prince Romus Toras as a child the two became fast friends and somewhat brothers not related by blood, their bonds forge like Sordish steel, strong and unbreakable. During the first coup on the republic crown prince romus is with anton when the military came to the campus and begun arresting the teachers sensing danger romus tell anton to run but the stubborn rayne insists since he can't argue when anton made an decision and so he stay and there he join anton along with petr and the rest of student campus protesting on the soldiers and then the soldiers launch forwards and there anton stood firmly while the others run and romus protecting his somewhat younger brother punch and tackle the soldier to the ground but more soldiers arrived and gang up on them and beat relentlessly the two. Romus shield his body under Anton while the soldiers punch and kick him instead of anton. It became a diplomatic incident between Sordland and Rizia. King Valero order crown prince romus toras to leave the country sensing the chaos plaguing the streets of Sordland before he leave he learn that anton join the red youth and protest against the coup and while on Rizia the news of Sordish civil war reach their shores. He hope anton survive the civil war. A few months or year later. He learn a certain Colonel Soll defeated the two fighting generals and reunify Sordland. He wanted to return but the new president Soll forbid any foreigners returning on the country while rebuilding on the aftermath of the civil war and he also learn that Soll seize the King's assets on Sordland. So the two begun sending each other letters and the rest of Romus story stay the same. He got kidnapped saved by Welhen forces and help to purge the traitors within the throne. Meanwhile Anton sent letters to Romus that he became an uncle to his son Franc and later his daughter Deana. Romus also sent warm congratulations to Anton being the youngest MP to enter the Assembly. A few years later the two meet again on an AN meeting. Anton Rayne as the fourth president of Sordland and King Romus Toras as the Kingdom of Rizia. The two know that they got each others back. Would they succeed on survive the waves of challenges? What do you think of this AU?

I think if Romus Toras is given the chance as a sibling he gives me vibes of older protective brother who might cross heaven and earth to save his sibling when in danger and man i still haven't touch the possible dynamic that could form between Romus Toras and Petr Vectern as a friend of Anton Rayne on this AU during the campus era since i somewhat headcanon that Romus value Law and Order growing up while Petr is somewhat an chaotic and rowdy person. I also think Lucian Galande might burned the letters of Romus to Anton because he Lucian sense it could sabotage his plans on controlling Anton since he fear that it could affect Anton's decision making. And his plans on being the VP when something struck Petr down. Honestly i dunno. I just think for fun.

OH THAT'S VERY FUN I DIG IT, the idea of them knowing each other since way back then is super interesting! i love that it would have been really eye-opening for romus since he probably would have lead a pretty sheltered life thus far, but anton's unshakeable spirit definitely rubbed off on him, thankully!

(also, imagine romus telling vina all about his childhood adventures with the fourth president of sordland, protesting together for a good cause, kinda like that scene where anton tells franc about it? i bet vina would really appreciate it, and would gain a lot more respect for her father!)

but yeah omg they'd be such buddies, especially with petr in the mix, i can totally imagine the parties and casual get-togethers (imagine romus managing to convince valero to let him bring pabel with him to sordland for his trip, so they go hang out with anton and petr and monica). and of course when they're all grown up and suddenly romus is king and anton is the president of sordland and they meet again and they're like that paul rudd 'look at us. who would have thought? not me" meme lmao.

and of COURSE lucian has to be a cunt, because that should always be respected no matter the AU. that's consistency, baby.

[chaleurhqs]

welcome, LEAH BREWSTER !! we’re happy to welcome you at the chaleur. please collect your keys at the front desk and send in your blog within 24h.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* look, a new neighbor moved into the chaleur compound. it’s LEAH BREWSTER !!  they are a CISWOMAN ( SHE/HER ), they look like EMMA MACKEY and are 26 years old. did you know YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL BY LANA DEL RAY is their favorite song ? they told us they’re a LIBRARIAN at THE LIBRARY and live in THE TOWNLOFTS. they remind me of FRESHLY BAKED BREAD ON A SUNDAY MORNING and NEATLY STACKED BOOKS ON EVERY POSSIBLE SURFACE. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Leah Grace Brewster entered the world on the 12th November, born to middle class parents. The second born daughter to the pair, and their final child. Born hard of hearing in her right ear, life started out pretty rough for Leah. As soon as she was born, it didn’t take long for her mother to abandon the family dynamic. A white paper note left on the counter for her father to find. A family of four, quickly dwindled down to a family of three.

A single income for two growing girls meant that responsibilities of child care fell onto Lily, Leah’s ten year old sister. While their father picked up extra shifts to cover any expenditure that the family would come across. Resulting in an unbreakable bond between the two girls.

Finding a passion proved difficult. Leah found that she was pretty average in her classes but never found anything that sparked her passion. Until, when she was fourteen upon taking her GCSE’s she read Of Mice and Men. The book ignited her love for reading, which she’d been doing ever since. Picking up cheap books in charity stores, reading them cover to cover. It inspired her to eventually get a degree in classical literature, combining her passion and love for reading with a newfound love for school.

It was while she was studying for her degree, that she met and fell in love with Luke. A whirlwind romance that made her feel seen for the first time in a really long time. Before she knew it, she was engaged. Impatiently waiting for her degree to be completed so that she could start building her perfect life.

Before she knew it, it was graduation. The final step in her education journey. Everything she had worked so hard for. A joyous celebration for all involved. Drinks were flowing and it seemed like everything was on the up. Until it wasn’t. A drunken night out turned into Leah stumbling into the women’s bathroom contemplating her decisions. Things were going way too fast for her to properly sit and process all that was going on.

With a heavy heart, she called off the engagement. A new degree and newly single, the decision to move to the states was simple. Easy. Florida was the first stop on the adventure that she’d planned for herself. Yet, once she’d arrived, she completely fell in love with the state. Deciding to make it her home and applying for a job as a librarian at the local library.

[minamoto-misaki]

⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒✈ Relationship with Got7

Marksaki

Mark and Misaki formed a tight-knit friendship reminiscent of sibling camaraderie. Their initial bond sprouted from a shared passion for music and performance. In the whirlwind of their K-pop journey, they became each other's steadfast support, sharing the highs and lows of fame. Their communication was genuine and open, sprinkled with playful teasing and insider jokes only they could understand. Celebrating triumphs and consoling each other during challenges, they created a genuine, sibling-like bond founded on shared dreams and unconditional encouragement, making their K-pop journey all the more fulfilling.

Mijae

Jaebum and Misaki share a unique and endearing bond akin to that of a father and daughter. Jaebum, as a seasoned member of the group, took Misaki under his wing, guiding her through the intricate world of K-pop with wisdom and care. He offered advice, nurtured her talents, and provided a comforting presence, much like a father figure. Misaki, on the other hand, admired Jaebum's experience and looked up to him for both professional and personal guidance. Their interactions were marked by a gentle yet firm mentorship, overflowing with love, trust, and paternal protectiveness, enriching both their careers and personal lives within the vibrant K-pop community.

Jisaki

Jackson and Misaki cultivated a beautiful relationship akin to that of an elder brother and sister from different parents. Jackson, the charismatic and caring older brother, embraced Misaki with warmth and support, embodying a protective figure in the demanding K-pop industry. He provided guidance, cheered her on during tough times, and celebrated her successes, instilling a sense of comfort and assurance. Misaki, appreciative of Jackson's unwavering care and sibling-like love, turned to him for advice and camaraderie, sharing an unbreakable bond that mirrored the dynamics of a close-knit, blended family. Their relationship thrived on mutual respect, trust, and a genuine sibling connection, contributing to their success as a dynamic duo within the group.

Miyoung

Jinyoung and Misaki found themselves at the center of a delightful fandom fantasy that shipped them as a romantic couple. Their on-stage chemistry, marked by electrifying performances and seamless harmonies, fueled the imaginations of adoring fans who envisioned a love story beyond the stage lights. Their interactions were filled with playful banter, lingering glances, and a magnetic closeness, igniting rumors and fan fiction that fueled the "miyoung" ship. Their friendship was the canvas upon which fans painted their romantic ideals, embellishing the narrative with hope and admiration for a love story that, in the realm of their imaginations, mirrored the magic they created together on stage.

Jaeki

Youngjae and Misaki, the lovable K-pop idols within the same group, became endearing subjects of a charming fandom ship known as the "puppy-cat duo." Their contrasting yet complementary personalities and energies sparked this delightful concept. Youngjae, affectionately seen as the playful and energetic "puppy," was charismatic and full of boundless enthusiasm. Misaki, on the other hand, embodied the graceful and enigmatic "cat," exuding a sense of elegance and poise. Fans adored the way their dynamics mirrored these qualities, creating a visual and emotional appeal much like a playful puppy and a graceful cat playing together. Their onstage performances and offstage interactions only fueled the imaginations of fans, turning this ship into a delightful representation of their harmonious partnership within the group.

Bamsaki

Bambam and Misaki, showcased a dynamic that often teetered between friendship and rivalry, earning them the playful moniker of "frenemies." Their spirited camaraderie was characterized by a blend of competition and genuine camaraderie. They would playfully challenge each other during dance practices, striving to outdo one another in a lighthearted yet spirited manner. The rivalry served as a motivational force, pushing them to refine their skills and reach new heights within the group. Despite the friendly competition, a strong foundation of mutual respect and genuine care existed, allowing their friendship to thrive outside of the playful rivalry, ultimately enhancing their chemistry and success within the group.

Yugisaki

Yugyeom and Misaki, the adorable K-pop idols embodied the essence of "cute babies" within the vibrant world of K-pop. Their endearing personas, marked by innocence, charm, and unbridled enthusiasm, made them fan favorites and earned them the delightful nickname of "cute babies." Their interactions were characterized by playful antics, infectious laughter, and a shared excitement for the music they created. Whether it was their playful teasing, affectionate hugs, or the way they effortlessly lit up a room with their infectious smiles, fans couldn't help but be drawn to their sweet and lovable dynamic. Their friendship, grounded in genuine affection and a shared passion for their craft, epitomized the innocent joy and enchanting spirit of youth that endeared them to fans across the globe.

[celebritynewsinusa]

Unveiling the Hogan Family Dynamics: Brooke Hogan’s Absence Explained

Unveiling the Hogan Family Dynamics: Brooke Hogan’s Absence Explained Introduction In the glamorous world of celebrities, weddings are monumental events often celebrated with grandeur. Recently, the renowned professional wrestler Hulk Hogan tied the knot with Sky Daily, marking the inception of a new chapter in his life. However, the absence of his daughter, Brooke Hogan, raised eyebrows and sparked curiosity among fans and followers. A Wedding Under the Radar Hulk Hogan, whose real name is Terry Gene Bollea, exchanged vows with Sky Daily in a private and intimate ceremony. The event was meticulously shielded from the prying eyes of the media, ensuring that the couple could enjoy their special day without unnecessary intrusion.

Brooke Hogan’s Perspective Brooke Hogan, a personality known for her music and reality TV appearances, openly addressed the reason behind her absence at the wedding. In a candid Instagram post, she elucidated that her journey towards healing and happiness necessitated some distance from her family. Navigating Through Changes Families in the spotlight often undergo dynamic changes, and the Hogans are no exception. Brooke highlighted that the continuous transformation within her family unit has been challenging to navigate, especially with the public scrutinizing their every move. A Father-Daughter Relationship Despite the distance, the bond between a father and daughter is unbreakable. Brooke wished her father well on his nuptial, subtly emphasizing that her decision to maintain distance should not be misconstrued as a sign of estrangement or animosity. Hulk Hogan’s Marital Journey Hulk Hogan has experienced a roller-coaster of relationships, with Sky Daily being his third wife. Each marriage reflects a different phase in his life, with its own set of challenges and triumphs, contributing to the tapestry of his personal life. Conclusion The narrative surrounding Hulk Hogan’s wedding and Brooke Hogan’s absence provides a glimpse into the complex dynamics of celebrity families. As fans continue to speculate, it is imperative to approach the situation with empathy and understanding, acknowledging the challenges that come with living in the public eye. FAQs - Why was Brooke Hogan absent from Hulk Hogan’s wedding? - Brooke has chosen to maintain some distance from her family for personal healing and growth. - Who is Hulk Hogan’s third wife? - Hulk Hogan married Sky Daily in a private ceremony. - How many children does Hulk Hogan have? - Hulk Hogan has two children: Brooke and Nick Hogan.   Read the full article

[handsbloodied]

I’m adding an NPC for Judith for her newest modern verse. He’s gonna be mentioned in threads every once in awhile. He’s her partner that she works with pretty much constantly and someone else who has her back. This is based solely on their dynamic in Criminal Minds to be honest, I love them!

All of is information is gonna be under the cut (not really giving him a super full backstory yet just getting the stats and a small little blurb out of the way)

BASIC

FULL NAME: Sebastian Eduardo Ramirez NICKNAMES: Seb, Baz AGE: 35 BIRTHDAY: June 2 SPECIES: Human GENDER: Cis Male PRONOUNS: He/Him/His ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married

FAMILY

MOTHER: Elena Ramirez FATHER: Ricardo Ramirez SIBLINGS: None SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Genevieve Presley-Ramirez CHILDREN: Valéntina "Valé" Ramirez

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

FACE CLAIM: Adam Rodriguez HEIGHT: 6'0″ WEIGHT: 130lbs BUILD: Fit, muscular HAIR LENGTH: Short and sometimes curly HAIR COLOUR: Black EYE COLOUR: Brown DOMINANT HAND: Right NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: His daughter's birth date tattooed in Roman numerals across his left bicep, a few scars from his time in the army and the FBI SCENT: Mountain air ACCENT: Bronx ALLERGIES: Cats DISORDERS: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder FASHION: Usually jeans, a t-shirt and a loose button up with boots

LIFESTYLE

RESIDES: Denver, Colorado, USA BORN: Bronx, New York City, New York RAISED: Bronx, New York City, New York VEHICLE: n/a PHONE: iPhone 12 LAPTOP/COMPUTER: Standard laptop PETS: German Shepherd named Luna POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Democratic RELIGION: Raised Catholic ALCOHOL: On occasion DIET: No specific diet LANGUAGES: English, Spanish, French PHOBIAS: Losing his family and friends, clowns, dying alone SOCIAL MEDIA: He definitely has Instagram and posts mostly about his dog and his wife and daughter

FAVOURITE

LOCATION: His cabin in upstate New York MUSIC: Anything he really enjoys he'll listen to SHOWS: she mostly watches the news, but likes to watch lighthearted shows as well MOVIES: she particularly likes old films, like pre 2000 movies, and also disney movies RADIO STATION: she prefers soft instrumental playlists FOOD: Ropa vieja (but only if his abuelita makes it) BEVERAGE: Coffee COLOUR: Navy blue

CHARACTER

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral MBTI: ENTJ MBTI ROLE: the mastermind ENNEAGRAM: 6 ENNEAGRAM ROLE: Loyal Sceptic TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic WESTERN ZODIAC: Gemini

Sebastian “Baz” Ramirez was born in the Bronx to Elena and Ricardo Ramirez and he is an only child. Fresh out of high school at the age of eighteen, Baz joined up with the US Army Rangers where he would spend the next eighteen years of his life until he was honourably discharged and after a year of being home joined up with the FBI, specifically the Fugitive Task Force.

There, he met Judith who had been working for the FBI for nearly five years at that point, spending the last two working with the FTF. Baz and Judith quickly became good friends, both being relatively new to the job and Judith having to travel quite a bit, taking her away from her family from time to time. 

After a particularly bad case early on in their partnership in which they had lost one of the two children they were trying to save, and Baz having to save Judith from almost being caught in the fire and subsequent explosion, the two now share an unbreakable bond. Judith is grateful to Baz for saving her and helping her realize that she wasn't responsible for the loss of the child.

Even after nearly eight years, Judith and Baz are still just as close, celebrating life events with each other, like Baz's wedding, his daughter Valé's birth, even all three of the Cadron kids' birthdays. Judith and Baz are both grateful to each other, knowing each of them is going to have the other's back and keep each other safe.

[thejustmaiden]

So out of nowhere I was tagged and quoted by a SR shipper for a blog of mine posted in August of last year. Talk about throwback but, hey, gotta appreciate that level of snooping. 😉

Back in the day I actually used to encourage discourse amongst Inuyasha fans- both shippers and antis alike- but I've since realized that it's a lost cause. But for you, @feministmetalgreymon , I'll grant this exception. Just 'cause it's been a while so why the hell not. haha

I want to assure you, however, that nothing you say will ever convince me that Sesshomaru and Rin are meant to be together romantically or that the story intended it so. Nor will you find any validation here. You can ship them for all I care, but please for all that is good and holy while I have your attention try- I mean really try- to understand why it is so many of us Inuyasha fans are so against this pairing in the first place (newsflash: it's not about ship wars), and why we believe a romance between the two of them is completely and utterly out of character.

For those of you interested in reading this, the blog of mine in question that the above shipper mentions in their counter-argument is here for reference. It's titled "Jaken = Rin's Dad?" I'm going to try and keep this short, but I'm also making no such promises. After all, I'm not exactly known for my brevity. haha Now let's get crackin'!

Like you, feministmetalgreymon, did for your recent blog here where you took screenshots of mine to address certain parts, I will be doing the same and dissecting yours accordingly.

[Snippet 1]

I worked with kids for many years as a teacher, and many people in my family have too or still do. Two of them happen to be just over 5 feet which is quite short for the average adult woman living here. I've also worked alongside many a women of short stature, and never did I hear any of them complaining of issues with their students having difficulty differentiating them from their own peers just because they were short as well. I'm sorry but that's just ridiculous. Kids are quite smart and pick up on a lot more than you seem to give them credit for. Height is not the only characteristic they look at to determine who's an adult and who's not, and it's foolish to suggest otherwise. So unless you're a babysitter who's still in their teens and/or who has very childlike features or behavior then I'm afraid what you're getting at is total hogwash. This is just another example of how you shippers offer nothing of real substance to your reasoning, it's only ever cherry-picking or strawmanning from you guys. Stop deflecting from the real issues please, because this certainly isn't one and only winds up being a complete waste of time for all parties involved.

[Snippet 2]

Okay, calm down now. I wasn't insinuating that relationships between parents and children can't change over time in terms of how they get along. Of course that's possible, as all families experience their fair share of estrangement and abuse. What I was speaking about was in reference to the overall dynamic between the two. Because a bad mother or father can still be viewed as a parental figure to their child even if say they're not in said child's life anymore. Since Sesshomaru and Rin share a healthy bond- and just a friendly reminder that in my blog I even said that he doesn't have to necessarily be labeled her father but that a romantic relationship later would still be inappropriate- I didn't deem it necessary to address what you brought up. Plus, it kinda, umm, misses the point?? Please, let's stay on topic. And it's not captured in the screenshot, but stop acting like there isn't a small part of them that idolizes their parents at some point during childhood. Just like you mention later on how it's normal for kids to have innocent crushes on adults that they eventually grow out of? Well, guess what, the same concept applies here. Kids eventually learn that their parents are far from perfect and make mistakes too. Rin is so damn young in the OG series though that we never even get to see her reach that maturity level.

[Snippet 3]

LOL! Alright, okay, so the "unbreakable bond" bit you're mentioning was actually me quoting you sessrinners. Did you not catch that? I literally spelled it out. *sigh* The whole point I was making is that shippers like yourself make hypocritical and contradictory statements all.the.goddamn.time. One moment you guys claim that Sesshomaru and Rin were essentially strangers and meant very little to each other, only to say in the same breath a few seconds later that they were destined to be together and their bond is like no other. I agree, their bond is special, but why must that mean they're going to fall in love?

That is the root of the matter here. Too many animes/mangas have romanticized this older adult man & young girl growing up falling in love trope that it's become way too normalized and widely accepted across the world- and yes, in some cultures more than others. Sadly, you lack the awareness to recognize how this all works. You know how we know that? When we see that you shippers are so desensitized to sexualized images of girls in the media that you share posts like this one below which *subtly* imply a future romance although one half of that pairing is still just a child in the pic and then try and pass it off as cute. That's like super fucking problematic and it scares me that you can't see that (or deny you do). 🤢

After all that's said and done, Sesshomaru leaving Rin in the village with Kaede is to me the strongest indicator more than pretty much anything else he's done for Rin that proves he is her adoptive father. It's so funny to me how you somehow see the exact opposite though. 🤔 What I think is happening is that you got yourself on some squeaky clean ass shipper goggles fresh out of your little echo chamber. Because I hate to tell you, but what you're fantasizing is what you want to see and not what's actually there on screen or was written into the story. I'm strictly talking about Inuyasha and the manga of course. [For the TL; DR version skip to the last paragraph.]

Parents looking after their kids is what parents are supposed to do. A good parent will do anything to keep their child safe and ensure they are cared for, so what he did for her by leaving her there was in her best interests clearly. Besides, as a babysitter, you more than most people should understand that parents aren't always able to be there for their kids so sometimes others gotta step in to help. Haven't you heard of the saying, "it takes a village to raise a child?" Which in Rin's case is literally true! 😂 Sometimes kids are even sent off to stay with grandparents and that's who raises them instead. Or maybe they have to temporarily live with an aunt or uncle because their single parent's job requires they work out of town 4-5 days of the week so they're hardly home. But that doesn't mean that the parents care or love their kids any less, and it's foolish to assume that Sesshomaru must have thought very little of Rin simply due to the fact that he made the decision to leave her in the village. Come on, y'all are acting like he abandoned her there!!

It's just given the circumstances Sesshomaru finally came to learn that Rin traveling with him was no longer safe. I also like to think it's because he wished for her to live a more normal life and to learn how to fully trust humans again. Plus, continuing to travel with him as young as she was would have proven dangerous and unwise. Now for you to know all this and still manage to turn his past actions towards her while she was just a child into a romantic gesture is what boggles my mind. Regardless of how you look at it, from my perspective or your own, Sesshomaru is in the wrong. Either he's a father figure who impregnates his daughter at the young age of approximately 14. OR he's this man she used to travel with who maybe isn't a father to her but who nonetheless basically rapes her since kids her age can't consent to sex with an adult. Idk about you but it sounds to me like nobody here wins with either scenario we're given. In other words, you should be just as mad as we are. If only one side didn't choose to forsake their morals they know we both have in common for the sake of a ship. Welp. 🤷‍♀️

I agree, incest is disgusting but that's not the only problem we have with this pairing. A romantic bond forming between Sesshomaru and Rin would also constitute as grooming.

You realize that over the years he visited her in the village that he brought her gifts too and essentially watched her grow up right before his very eyes, right? I mean, I know you do, but I really shouldn't have to explain further why pursuing a romantic/sexual relationship with each other is plain and simple wrong. And before you say it's not because he didn't have any malintent, please understand that considering their history and power dynamic up to then that yes this is still considered grooming even if Rin supposedly "wanted it" or "made the first move." Whether you consider him her father or not, as the adult who took on a role resembling that of a caretaker in her early life- a critical developmental time for a child- Sesshomaru is obligated to turn down any advances by Rin and most definitely should not initiate any himself. As the first close adult figure she's had in her life since her parents died, it's unfathomable to imagine how Sesshomaru could go through with taking advantage of this young girl who was under his care and supervision since they met. To think he could be capable of betraying that trust sickens me to the core.

This. Now THIS is how a parent/guardian or a similar adult caretaker (babysitter, teacher, etc.) talks to a child. And, in turn, this is how some young children talk to adults. You'd be insane and delusional to deny it! We see it in our everyday lives, do we not? From where else do you think our stories draw most of their inspiration? Yes, obviously these fictional universes have aspects of fantasy that don't exist in the real world, but so how then do you suppose we're able to relate to them? The reason for that being is because these stories are written by people for people, so naturally there are going to be real life aspects embedded throughout. Sure, a little escapism doesn't hurt as we don't need to take everything so seriously, but ultimately we all need to recognize that the messages in the stories we tell matter. Most stories possess a combination of both light and dark themes, but when it specifically comes to the latter we gotta be careful with how we tackle this in children's media since kids are far more impressionable.

So if at the center of a story we have two of the main protagonists whose mom is basically their same age and to top it off she knew their dad when she was just a girl and who just so happened to help raise her, wouldn't you say that's beyond fucked up or at the very least so fucking weird? Like why would we think it's even remotely okay for our children to watch this garbage?? Really think about it. Try and be objective for once and think about how it would sound explaining this storyline to an outsider who's never watched IY or HNY. Well, antis have tried this before many times and we always get the same reaction: Ewww!

Like I said earlier, if you wanna ship it then fine, but 1) please stop seeking our approval or trying to change our minds - your ship wish came true didn't it, so why do you need us to validate it? 2) even though it's not canon, respect that we don't support this sequel portraying pedophilia in a positive light. It's harmful af to not only allow but glorify the continuation of sexualized images of young girls everywhere. And I shouldn't have to say this, but just because this trope is popular as you say does not make it right. Lolicon themes in the media have been an issue forever and it needs to stop. Yes, even some people in Japan or "the East" would agree. Shocker!

We're pissed off and rightfully so because Yashahime's TV rating is 14, not to mention it airs at the prime time kids in Japan watch TV after getting home from school. That's Towa and Setsuna's age, true, but if Rin being the mom when she's like only a year older than them (please don't argue w/ me about the math- antis have so far been right every time with it) is straight-up disgusting and not something we should be supporting or endorsing. Rin's a whole ass child!! Please don't start with the "but times were different then so her having kids at 15 is acceptable" argument either, because we've already debunked that and every other single excuse you guys throw at us. Besides, how or why would you expect young viewers to know these historical "facts" anyway, especially if as you suggest fiction doesn't affect reality so what does it matter? Yet here we are, arguing over a fictional show in real life almost a year and a half into the "Sesshomaru fucks?" sequel being announced. My ass, your ass, hell all our asses fiction doesn't affect reality!

Look, I do apologize if the tone of this blog came off as snippy or condescending at times. I do not wish you any ill will, it's just I'm not really sure what you expected to get out of all this besides maybe getting on my nerves perhaps. haha A lot of you shippers have been desperately scrambling to interact with us, lurking in our tags, jumping onto our posts screaming canon and getting so defensive even though you sought us out first. We've been sticking to our tags, so how about you stay in your lane too. By the way since we're on the topic, have you seen Twitter or Reddit?! SR shippers there are the actual worst and many Inuyasha fans (not just antis) have complained of not feeling welcomed to engage in fandom spaces anymore. Shippers swarm them and scare them off simply because fans don't like your ship and refuse to accept it. It's pathetic, really. No one should ever be bullied or harassed just because they don't like something you might. We're all fans of Inuyasha, aren't we? So let's act like it. Yashahime on the other hand, you guys are welcome to that pungent heap of trash. Fans have a right to criticize it too, but if you like it then good for you, so keep on liking it and don't mind us.

I'm almost done, but real quick back to Jaken! Let's not forget about how the official Yashahime website- which came out after my blog, mind you- described Jaken. This translation isn't the best one available but it's the only version a fellow anti friend could track down. They do recall a better one done by a native Japanese speaker who was also an anti, and that member confirmed that Jaken is indeed called Rin's babysitter. So you see, I was right in my interpretation. In the original post I did compare Jaken to a brother, but after talking to others (some comments can be found under said post) I did acknowledge that he's more of a reluctant babysitter who's not related. And if he's not at least a brother to Rin, then he's definitely not her father.

At the end of the day, the creator Rumiko Takahashi has the final word. Which is guess what? Hogosha. 💖 Probably should've just started out with that and saved us all the trouble, huh? Good day/night to you.

Papamaru bids you adieu now. 🤞

[pintsizemama]

Hot Chocolate

Day 4

Welcome to the 2021 Christmas Writing Challenge! Big thank you to Steph (@toomanystoriessolittletime) for putting this together!!!

Summary: Marcus, Missy, and you go ice skating.

Pairings: Marcus Moreno x Female Reader, Marcus Moreno x You

Fandom: We Can Be Heroes

Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1,381

Warnings: language, fluff, kissing…Let me know if I missed anything!

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“Are you alright, mi amor?” Marcus asked as he helped you back on your feet. Marcus had decided it would be fun to go ice skating with Missy…and for some insane reason, you had agreed with him. The problem was, you had never been ice skating before. So, naturally, you fell on your ass—a lot. You were fairly certain you would be black and blue tomorrow.

“I’m fine,” you said, embarrassed. “I just suck at this.” Missy glided effortlessly on the ice and stopped next to you.

“Wow, you’re falling down more than even I did my first time on the ice,” she giggled. You laughed along with her. Marcus steadied you once you were back up on your skates.

“Can’t you just use your super powers to keep my skates where they’re supposed to be?” You huffed in exasperation.

“That’s a gross misuse of Heroics property, madam,” he laughed.

“Sure, sure,” you mumbled. You lowered your voice so Missy wouldn’t overhear. “So keeping my ass from slamming into the ice is a ‘misuse’ of your powers, but vibrating the piercing on my clit while you fuck me isn’t?” Marcus’s gaze turned molten at your words.

“No one sees that use of my powers, querida,” he said in a low voice. “There are too many witnesses here.” He gestured to the crowd of people enjoying the ice. You sighed sadly.

“Why don’t you hold my hand,” he offered.

“No way,” you said waving your hands in front of you. That set you off balance and your arms windmilled comically to keep you from falling. Marcus grabbed your shoulders and set you right once more.

“You really are terrible at this,” he laughed. “Come on…take my hand. I’ll keep you safe.”

“I’m not dragging you down with me, Marcus,” you sighed. “Just help me get to the bench, and I’ll watch.”

“We can head out,” he said with a small hint of reluctance. “I don’t want you to sit by yourself.”

“It’s fine, Marcus,” you assured him. “I want you and Missy to enjoy yourselves. It’s not a big deal.” Missy looked excited at the thought of staying longer.

“Are you sure?” Marcus asked.

“Yes,” you nodded, “but I still need help getting off this death trap.”

“You got it,” he smiled. He carefully guided you to the side of the frozen pond. Couples and children zoomed by, laughing and talking. You were envious of how easy they made ice skating look.

“Thanks,” you said softly once your feet were safely off the ice.

“You got it, baby,” Marcus whispered and kissed you gently.

“You go have fun,” you told him. You waved him away, assuring him you’d be fine on your own. He skated back to Missy, and you sat on the bench to watch the two of them. They were amazing together. Not just on the ice. They had this unbreakable bond and a unique father daughter dynamic that you loved. You were so lucky that they had allowed you to become part of their lives.

You watched them for a while, content just to observe them. You noticed people walking around with hot chocolate. You looked around and saw a small stand selling cookies and cocoa. You untied your skates and walked over to the rental booth. You gave them the skates and got your boots back. Once you were laced up you made your way over to the cocoa stand. You waited in line and order three hot chocolates, and three huge gingerbread cookies.

You gathered everything in your arms and walked back to the pond. You searched for Marcus and Missy but couldn’t find them. Finally you spotted them putting their boots back on.

“There you are!” Marcus called out when he saw you. “I was worried when I didn’t see you on the bench anymore.”

“Did you stop skating because of me?” You asked, worry on your face.

“No,” Missy told you. “My feet are starting to hurt. I think I’m outgrowing these skates.” While you had to rent your skates, Marcus and Missy had brought their own. Apparently ice skating was something they did regularly together.

“Well, maybe you should ask Santa for a new pair this year,” you suggested.

“I think I’m getting a little too old to believe in Santa,” Missy laughed.

“Why?” You asked. “I still believe in Santa.”

“No, you don’t!” Missy couldn’t stop giggling.

“Of course I do!” You protested.

“Well, then why don’t adults get presents from Santa?” Missy teased with her hands on her hips.

“Because adults are on the naughty list,” you said simply with a shrug of your shoulder.

“I know I am,” Marcus said in a husky voice.

“Eww,” Missy shuddered. “Can you at least wait until I’m out of earshot before you start being gross?”

“What?” Marcus asked innocently. “I’m on the naughty list because I say bad words and don’t eat my vegetables. What the hell were you thinking, mija?”

“Oh my god!” Missy groaned. “You’re the worst!” You laughed along with them. You made a mental note to find out what size skates Missy needed. Your intention was to make sure that they would be in a box under the tree from ‘Santa’ this year.

“Alright, Morenos, get your minds outta the gutter and drink your cocoa,” you said and handed them their hot chocolate and cookies.

“Oh!” Missy squealed. “Thank you! You’re awesome!” You smiled as she dug in to her treats. Marcus smiled at the joy on his daughter’s face. He pulled you into his side and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered.

“It’s just cocoa and cookies,” you said simply.

“Not just for this,” Marcus said. He gestured to the pond. “For everything tonight. It means a lot to me that you came here and did this with us.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” you said softly. He leaned down and kissed your lips gently.

“Gross!” Missy gagged. “Keep it in your pants, Dad!” Suddenly a piece of cookie bounced off Missy’s forehead. “Did you just throw a cookie at me?”

“Just a bite,” Marcus shrugged. “I’ll kiss my girl whenever, wherever I want, munchkin.” Missy rolled her eyes, but smiled.

“You know I really am glad you two finally came to your senses and got together,” she said as she took a bite of her cookie.

“Oh is that so?” Marcus asked.

“Yep,” she nodded. “Took you long enough. Wildcard, Guppy, and I were trying for months to get you two together!”

“What?!” You and Marcus exclaimed at the same time.

“Yeah,” she said with a huge smile. “Remember that time you both got locked in the supply closet at Headquarters?”

“You mean when we were trapped for over two hours?” Marcus practically growled.

“Mmm hmm,” Missy hummed proudly. “That was all us. We figured forced proximity would help speed things along.” Marcus shook his head in disbelief, but you were soaring. You had always worried about how Missy would take to you—having lost her mother at such a young age. To find out that she had been the one trying to push you together…well, it made you happier than you could ever imagine. You grabbed her into a tight hug.

“I love you so much, you beautiful little genius,” you said softly. She squeezed you back.

“Love you too,” she returned. When you broke apart you saw Marcus discreetly wiping tears from his eyes.

“Alright, you two,” Marcus said. “Let’s head home and warm up.” He looked at Missy. “On the way we can discuss your antics and meddling in my love life.” You began walking back to the car.

“I think I’m gonna need a bath to soothe my sore muscles from falling over so many times,” you muttered, rubbing your bruised ass.

“I have some cream I can rub on that,” Marcus said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“OH MY GOD!” Missy screeched and sprinted ahead of you, one hundred percent done with Marcus’s ‘naughty side’. You both laughed and Marcus pulled you in close to his side. If ice skating always ended in hot chocolate and a massage from Marcus…well, you’d definitely come back next time!

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[ruki--mukami]

As your daughter sees, whom she believes to be her father, falling down on the ground, she starts to cry and hits you with her little fists: "Let me go, let me go, I need to help my Papa."

Her mother tries to yank her hand out of your grip, too: "Ruki, let us go, please. Forget you ever saw us. I cannot go back with you. I'll die there. They know nothing about you. He does not know she's not his. Have mercy, please."

“No, you misunderstand, little one. I am your papa. Not that poor mongrel on the ground. He’s merely a man who charades as your father when I, in fact, am your blood-related father. Just look at how similar we are. You share my face, my hair and eye color, and so much more… and if you share my intellect, you will comply and quit complaining.” Then he turned his gaze to the woman who used to be his significant other and would soon fall back into their old dynamic, except hundreds of times worse after the immense sense of betrayal he felt with her escape. When their eyes met, his glare reached subzero levels of sheer cold. “The time for mercy has long passed—ever since the moment you stepped foot off my property, moreover.”

Dragging both his daughter and her mother along through the park’s verdant green meadows and towards the vehicle summoned thanks to his bat familiars, Ruki threw them inside with a hurried shove. Soon after, he joined, snatching the woman’s wrists and binding them behind her back in an unbreakable fisherman’s knot using rope from inside the car’s compartment, convenient enough for kidnapping disobedient prey.

“Don’t worry… I will teach you what a true family should look like. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Never again will I allow you to leave my sight. It seems I’ve been far too gentle if you so much as eloped with another man during my absence. Had it not been for her,” Ruki glanced at their daughter, “both you and that whelp would've perished by now at my hand, so consider yourself lucky. No, you should thank your master for sparing you, actually. Under my guidance and parenting, our little girl will blossom into quite the commendable woman, unlike yourself.”

After a few more minutes of tormenting threats from the Vampire, the vehicle arrived at the Mukami manor.

“Ah, finally… We’re home, you two.”  

Locked from the inside, Ruki left his daughter to escort the restrained woman inside the mansion, heading straight for the dungeon where she not only remained tied up by the abrading rope burning her skin like the fires of eternity.

“Have fun in here for a few hours and reflect on all your wrongdoings while I reacquaint myself with our daughter and raise her properly. Once she’s asleep, I’ll be certain to catch up with you as well… Oh, I can only imagine how much you miss the crack of my whip against your flesh and my fangs deep enough inside you to make you scream until your voice is nothing but a hoarse croak of air. Brace yourself, Livestock.”

[maximoffsworlds]

Home

Summary: Wanda’s first few weeks at the compound are unsettling to say the least.

Pairing: Wanda x Vision

Genre: Comfort/Hurt

Word Count: 1.7k

Arriving at the compound for the first time, Wanda had nothing. No family, no friends, no possessions of her own. She didn’t even have a change of clothes. She had stepped out of the doorway after the death of her brother and she had silently declared herself to be an Avenger. Life had done a three sixty for her in that moment and she knew she wanted to be something other than the product HYDRA had created.

She was so much more to that. Layers of trauma had shielded who she had been before. Wanda Maximoff had been a daughter, a sister, a friend. A carefree young girl who had a love of sitcoms and a seemingly unbreakable bond with her family. She had loved the way her mother made paprikash, and the way her father would scoop her up into his arms for one of his infamous bear hugs.

She and Pietro fought occasionally but truthfully, what siblings didn’t? But beyond the petty arguments and clashing of two very different minds - their bond as twins was unbreakable and the disagreements never lasted for long.

Wanda Maximoff had always been about family. She loved the dynamics that a family unit built, she loved the closeness and the safety that a family provided. Sitcoms even strengthened that love, showing that all the way across the world, family meant everything.

As much as the Avengers had welcomed her into the compound, declaring her part of their family - for the first time ever, Wanda couldn’t associate the term with this group of people.

She didn’t have that bond with any of them. She barely knew them - and was only familiar with them because of the files HYDRA had her study so that she could destroy them. She knew their interests, their basic information, their individual powers but she didn’t know them.

She didn’t know what their favourite foods were, or whether they were scared of horror films. She didn’t know what would make them laugh or cry, or what they dreamt of. They weren’t family.

She had been dropped off at her room when they had gotten to the compound. An innocent task, showing the witch where she would be living. Tony had said that this was her personal space, that she could do whatever she wanted to it. He had shown her the security system, pointed to the cat eye camera in the corner of the room.

For her safety, he had told her.

But as soon as she was left alone, the first panic attack came.

Somewhere deep down she knew that he had good intentions. Tony had wanted her to put her own stamp on the place. He had even said that she could buy whatever she wanted with his credit card, knowing that she had nothing to her name. Part of her had wondered whether it was some kind of removed familial guilt - the bomb that had been the catalyst for the long sequence of tragedy in her life had of course, been built by his father.

But you see, the room itself was bare. Painted brick, a camera in the corner of the room. And although there was a door instead of bars, and a large, rather comfortable looking bed instead of a bench, Wanda could reach out and run her fingers across the brick and it would be just like she was back in her cell at HYDRA.

She’d had nothing then, too. A camera to monitor her movements. A small television that sometimes worked if you smacked it with the palm of your hand and angled the aerial in just the right way. Cold, bare brick that would sweat due to improper ventilation.

The only difference was that she wasn’t free to leave, there. Wanda had spent many years at the HYDRA facility - and granted, she had signed up for that, but it didn’t make it any less traumatic. She hadn’t expected to be locked away as she had. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure what she had expected but she knew it was one of the only ways to get food and water.

That was when Vision had phased through the wall, startling the witch. She had scurried back so quickly that she collided against the cold brick wall, slumping down to the ground. Her green eyes wide as she struggled to control her breathing.

“Miss Maximoff, I do apologise for the intrusion. I sensed high levels of fear and sadness, and I wanted to check on you,” he says, his accent proper and his tone polite.

Sharp gasps of breath from Wanda as her hands, lined with rings, grip to her knees as she tries to ground herself. When she speaks, her accent is thick and her words are unintelligible.

“I. Can’t. Do. This,” she pants, her cheeks stained with smudged eyeliner and tears. She’d not given herself time to mourn her brother. The powers HYDRA had given her were supposed to protect them. They were supposed to be indestructible.

Even back there, whenever she was scared, she could speak out and she would hear her brother. She would hear him zooming around his cell. She would be able to tap into his mind. Even though she couldn’t see him, she knew he was there.

He had always been there for Wanda. She’d never been without him - he’d even been born fourteen seconds earlier than her. He was her protector, her brother, her twin.

Until he wasn’t.

Vision had stood watching her momentarily, and in a moment of vulnerability, Wanda had allowed him to wrap his strong arms around her to scoop her up from the floor.

She hadn’t told him what was wrong, but somehow, he had known what to do. Vision had gotten her out of that room, and instead, he had brought her to the living quarters at the back of the compound.

There were many communal areas, but this was one of the ones seldom used. It was far away from the kitchen, the gym, and the labs, and so most of the avengers would gather in one of the other areas that would be closer to where they would be working.

Nobody had questioned her when she had started sleeping on the sofa there. Nobody had dared. They were all very aware that her powers were unstable, and that they didn’t know her triggers. The avengers had collectively decided that they weren’t even sure that Wanda had known her triggers - and they were correct.

She would appear for training in the gym with Nat. She would attend dinners - albeit, mostly sitting quietly. Her friendship with Vision was growing stronger by the day. The synthezoid was the only one who wouldn’t look at her in fear. He would approach her with that kind smile, talk to her with his soft voice and most importantly, he would listen.

One day, when the rain was falling heavily against the large paned windows of the glass, she would confide in him about her first day at the compound. It was the first time she had truly opened up about her experience at HYDRA. About why she’d had the panic attack.

Vision had mostly put it down to being overwhelmed, and while he was somewhat correct, he had learnt a lot about the way humans grieved. About the way humans feared. About the way humans were able to store memories that were laced with emotion. It was something he had never encountered. He had memories but they were just factual. His database wasn’t programmed for anything more - or so he had thought.

For the more Wanda opened up to him, the more Vision thought he began to feel. He wanted to do everything he could to bring the definition of happiness into her life again. Vision wanted to take away the darkness from her. Wanda deserved that.

And so, he had set to work.

The next couple of days, Wanda barely saw or heard from the synthezoid. She missed his presence, but rather than dwelling upon it, she threw herself into her training. She spent all of her time in the gym, working with Nat and the other team members to build up her strength. To discover more about what her powers really meant.

But try as she might, she couldn’t wonder if Vision was avoiding her. Had she done something wrong?

The compound was large, but she had become very adept in memorising layouts. It was something she’d had to do at the HYDRA base with its complex maze of winding tunnels and dark corridors.

Eventually, she found herself staring at the room where Tony had dropped her off a couple of weeks earlier. It wasn’t a place she had been back to, but she could hear Vision’s soft voice coming from inside.

A twist of the door handle has the witch pushing it open gently, and she stops in her tracks.

The room looked entirely different to how it had when Wanda had arrived. The walls which were once painted brick were smooth and a light grey colour. The large bed was made and spread with blankets and pillows. Soft lights flowed through the decorative lampshades.

Above the bed were three hung crosses - which Vision would explain were hung to represent her mother, father and brother.

It was no longer just a room, nor one that would trigger flashbacks to the cell she had called hers for years. This was her home.

And it was all thanks to Vision.

“It seemed to me, Miss Maximoff. That if one is going to reside in a place for a continuous amount of time, that you should be comfortable doing so. I appreciate that this might not all be to your taste, but my research showed that these are all of the latest trends,” he explains.

This time, Wanda has tears in her eyes which is something that brings him alarm. Had he done the wrong thing? Was it too much? Did she really hate it? His systems weren’t telling him that at all.

“I apologise if I have overstepped -“ he begins, but before he can continue, Wanda is shaking her head and … embracing him tightly.

The first show of her own emotions. Her true emotions. This was truly Wanda Maximoff.

“It’s perfect, Vis,” she tells him, her words laced with emotion.

His face relaxes into a smile when she speaks, and he dares to wrap his arms around her, just a little tighter than she has with him.

“It is not perfect by any means, Miss Maximoff. But perhaps…you can call it home.”

[heartofasoldier]

status: closed to @qvietinfvrno​

date: march 27th

location: harley olsen’s residence

Insomnia had never been something of a battle for the second born Özdemir, but since her father’s death and the subsequent changes that occurred as a result, it was fair to say that the shift in power and responsibilities continued to weigh heavy upon her shoulders. It was one thing to be the Alpha’s daughter, but it was another entirely to need to fill his shoes. And despite it having been nearly a year since the pack dynamic had shifted, while many things had changed one thing remained as it had always been. Unbreakable. Making her way down the long corridor, the lights overhead flickered to life as she drifted toward his door, raising a hand she knocked not once but twice, all too aware that no matter how quiet she may be, he was likely already aware. And as the door was suddenly pulled back, deep brown hues lifted to meet his with a small nod in greeting. “I know it’s late --- and that you were probably well on your way to sliding into bed with a hot tea and some Judge Judy, but I have a better offer.” The woman taunted from her position. “Grab your coat, we’re going out.“ She added, lips curving upward into a small but knowing smile.

[radiosandrecordings]

I love TTRPGs as a storytelling medium. Not even for anything inherent to the gameplay of it, more just for the way in which they force people to tell stories and create characters. Because what I think TTRPGs like TAZ and RQG and Skyjacks do best is character, and character interaction.

Because built in to a TTRPG is a concept that I adore: That there is no one singular protagonist. 

Because every is not acting, not reading off a prewritten script someone else wrote. They are embodying a character. They are writing as they go. They are leading their own narrative and view themselves as the main character because only they truly know how their character works. If an actor reads a script they get the words on the page, but in a TTRPG the player is forced to construct the whole character in their head, their motivations and backstory and hundreds of things that will never make it into the show but inform the decisions that character makes. It’s beautiful. 

I’m going to take Skyjacks specifically as an example because I think it exemplifies most what I mean what I say ‘Every character is a protagonist’. In Skyjacks, the four player characters are: A nonbinary amnesiac fallen angel as old as time who may or may not have killed god, a 200 year old changeling, a teenage doctor turned necromancer who ran away to be a sky pirate, and a fifteen year old boy who has godlike abilities and can sometimes see the future. 

In literally any other story type it would be too much to have all of them in one show. They’re all ridiculous, over the top characters that could carry a seven book series with themselves as the protagonists on those small premises alone, not to mention the things they go through and how they change throughout the series.  But here it works!! Somehow!! And Skyjacks is one of the few shows I cannot choose a favourite in (RQG mentioned above being another) and it’s because of this! It’s because every character is a protagonist in their own right and it’s absolutely captivating! They’re all given equal storytime (There’s an exception but it’s a spoiler but Skyjacks fans know it was justified) wheras in a scripted piece, save something with two narrators or something, you’d normally be confined to one person who is The Big Fancy Protagonist. Take another popular podcast, The Magnus Archives. I love it! But there’s few characters I’d want to hear narrate the story other than the protagonist of it. With Skyjacks I could spend hours being told about each of them. But somehow they work cohesively. You’re never bored because in separate scenes they all stand up on their own and create compelling stories. But together? They thrive. 

And that’s the other thing I love. TTRPGs are the richest genre I’ve found in terms of the term ‘Found Family’. A group of characters (sometimes involving literal family, see The Taako Twins and many others) all brought together by an outside force and forming an unbreakable bond due to how their experiences have forced them to care about each other. They are family through choice. This is often due to simply A) TTRPGs often feel more personal than just reading off lines and acting, so understandably there’s less romance (or less intense romance) than in other things as the players, or a player and DM, don’t really want to spend time flirting with each other in characters that can often be viewed as extensions of themselves, especially because the players are often Friends Who Would Find It Weird, or siblings (Gable (PC) and Hildred (NPC) get their romance in Skyjacks but it’s just small humerus flirting and a kiss described by the DM, and in TAZ Taako (PC) and Kravitz (NPC played by the player’s brother) also have a romance, but it largely happens offscreen or through narration, not RP).

And thus there is this lack of romance. Romance is so often shoehorned into media to show how Deep and Meaningful a character’s connection to another is and TTRPG’s, foregoing this, have the chance to explore these beautiful and complex relationships between characters without the constrictions of ‘they’re doing it for romantic love’ in there. Zolf and Sasha have this kind of half brother-sister, half father-daughter relationship in RQG and I adore it and I feel like in the hands of any other genre it would have turned into ‘and then they get together because this is a story and this is how those end’. But it doesn’t and I’m so grateful it doesn’t because god I love exploring actual in depth, layered and beautiful dynamics that aren’t just romance. 

I also think TTRPGs often fall into these found family dynamics because they know they have to rely on character interaction and RP to make a good podcast. It’s an audio medium (Or video, but then it’s just the players holding up lil miniatures on a map) and as much as a fight in a TTRPG might be fun to play, it’s boring for a listener if not done well. So TTRPG podcasts have to create characters who are interesting to hear interact with each other. They are, as I said, all the protagonist at all times, because they’re all present. Not including times an actor can’t appear for an episode or something, there are no times the characters are not with each other. Sure there are side quests, and splitting the party, but they always gravitate towards each other. There’s no New Protagonist introduced for a new arc besides NPCs and they take a backseat usually (with exceptions like TAZ, which is STILL found family within those NPCs!). No protagonist gets left behind or killed off for pure shock value (and if they die, they’re placed by another, equally important PC). Your characters are your driving, central force because they are the story tellers and the world bends around them are their choices. There is no risk of them being forced into a plot that doesn’t fit the character because whatever the character does is what that character acts like because they are being crafted in real time from the only person that knows how to properly play them. 

This is long and rambles, but in summary: I love TTRPGS and the way they bring people together to tell a collaborative story. I think they are one of the best forms of storytelling because it is not just built off of one person’s experience and their ideas but of a whole group, usually friends who know and love each other and find fun in the creation of the story. I think that might be a large part of why it’s resonating with the current youth too. It is a storytelling medium that is so unique to itself and just... Incredibly beautiful