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Sometimes I get in a silly mood and my housemate described the look my dogs give me as “I can’t be bothered to tell her off because this isn’t going to hurt but it’s going to be REALLY annoying”
…I just now realized why people always comment on why I have such chill dogs. It’s because they’re used to humans (me) doing bizarre shit that never ever ends in pain so they just let people do their thing no matter how weird.
#ADHD baybiiii#I’m starting to learn children react the same way#here comes auntie again#it’s going to be annoying for two minutes and then I can go back to my game
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A/N: Little Drabble I've been working on that I figured was good enough to post. And yes, Konig will be in here because I say so and also because I have a huge little crush on him. Easiest way to describe sunshine is that while she doesn't do active field work (unless absolutely necessary) she is still very scary and cute at the same time.
Pairing: Poly! Shifter! Tf141 + Konig x Rabbit Shifter! F Reader
Warnings: Language, dude being a creep, r being a little creepy.
Words: 507
Tagging: @tyler-t0t
Located: Under MW2 -> Sunshine Series
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“Oh really? That’d be really cool! I bet Gaz would love to come too! He’s been wanting to see that movie for ages!” I told Gavin as he slowly stalked towards me, something akin to a dark smile on his face.
I held my hand to the side carefully and made my palm flat, the sign for stop as I could hear the boys slowly getting up and walking towards me. Perks of being a rabbit, I guess.
I smiled at him as I turned my body a bit and opened one of the kitchen drawers, sliding out the chef knife I loved so dearly.
One of the many things I learned from culinary school: Keep your knives sharp, and your enemies unaware.
I was forced against the counter as he stood in front of me, licking his lips as if he was a wolf eyeing a delicious meal.
“Oh bunny, I don’t think you understand, I’m telling you that I want to-”
Before he could finish the sentence, I held up the knife to his neck, starting to force him backwards.
I put on my cheerful voice and the bright face that I used when typically dealing with animals or small children, and smiled at him.
“Oh, I understand completely! Y’know, right this is your windpipe, “ I said as I lightly traced the knife down and up his throat, using small enough pressure to leave slices but not enough to make him react more “And here is your esophagus, Oh! And right beside them are your main arteries that lead to your brain! If they were to get a small slice in them, You could die within two minutes! Isn’t that pretty neat?” I grinned at him, successfully backing him out of the kitchen as I dug the knife a little harder into his neck.
“Y-You fucking bitch-” he stammered, I tsked and drug the knife across to the other artery, and did the same to it.
“You really should know better than to mess with a girl in her own kitchen.” I told him.
“Let alone in front of her pack.” a deep, german-accented voice spoke from behind me, and without having to look I knew it was Konig.
At that point, I saw Gavin cower, his ears flattening against his head as he quite literally turned tail and ran.
“Great, now I have to wash the blood off of this.” I sighed, heading towards the sink.
“That was fucking creepy, lass.” Soap spoke up, arms crossed his chest as he tried to calm himself down from fully shifting.
I shrugged. “Hey, he asked for it. There’s a reason I’m called Sunshine after all!” I told him with a smile.
As soon as the adrenaline wore off my temper dropped, still with a smile on my face I carefully hand washed and dried off the knife before sliding it back into its drawer.
Straightening out my apron, I turned back to the boys with my hands clasped in front of me.
“Now, who wants dinner?”
#task force 141#task force 141 x reader#tf 141#cod mw2#cod#cod x reader#konig x reader#miscfandomwrites
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Astrology observations ☕️ ☕️ ☕️
Credit goes to my astrology Tumblr blog @astroismypassion
☕️ Aries Rising is very “what you see, is what you get” person. Also, even when they get married they could just see it as just another day in their life. Also, they are just as adventurous and experimental as a Sagittarius Rising!
☕️ Virgo and Gemini Lilith might prefer online dating/chatting before meeting you in person, because they like to have control over their image, words, what you perceive them and take more time and thought to respond. They usually have “a curated image” going on with their behaviour.
☕️ Taurus Moon might really struggle with daily showering, shaving and other hygiene. They constantly postpone it or sometimes feel to lazy to do it. They would also buy expensive clothing and shoes, but are too cheap to get a haircut.
☕️ Taurus Moons also might marry their first love, very much the type “date to marry”. Even if you break up with them, there’s a high chance they might run after you again in the future.
☕️ Aries Chiron or Chiron in the 1st house has a name that gets constantly mispronounced. Or there are several ways to say it.
☕️ Okay, so this one might get a bit controversial, but when people with 8th house synastry break up or break off the connection, those around them, who know them, react STRONGLY. And by that I mean other people can be heart-broken, really down or feel like they don’t believe in true love anymore. Whichever the option, it’s like people feel the heartbreak too. Just look at any major celebrity couple with 8th house: Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield, Miley Cyrus and Liam Hemsworth, Selena Gomez and Justin Bieber and many more. These relationships STILL get talked about even years after people seem to be “heartbroken” along with them.
☕️ When Capricorn Moon woman doesn’t like someone’s mothering style, they won’t like their children as well. 😬
☕️ I still don’t know YET why, but honestly check guy’s Pallas Athene to see how (non)committal he is. I saw a pattern with Aquarius Pallas being highly individualistic and not wanting a relationship, Virgo Pallas men who are workaholics and might pull the “I’m focusing on my career, I don’t have time for a relationship” card and Aries Pallas who are just too selfish to even consider sharing something, so they shy away from any concept of a relationship. I would say much more positive would be Taurus or 2nd house Pallas, maybe even Libra Pallas (though he might be extra flirty or have multiple crushes😬).
☕️ You can learn SO MUCH from Solar Return charts. You want to know if you will be entering a long-term partnership? Search for Venus in the 7th house! You might hang out more with sign that fall into your 1st, 7th house. Which sign you might not really see much (if even) that year, it’s the sign over your 12th house. Who you will be talking to only on social media/online? Check 11th house sign, but also where your Mercury is. Also when you might decide AGAINST entering a partnership? Mercury, Uranus, Moon, Saturn and sometimes even Jupiter in the 7th house in Solar Return chart. If someone’s sign falls over your 4th house, you might be visiting their hometown or be in their home that year, or even live together.
So my point, if you are feeling someone and want to know if this is even going somewhere, my advice would be to check your Solar Returns for 2, 3 years ahead. If their Sun sign is the sign in the 7th house one year, they could be very romantic, charming to you that particular year. Next year, their sign is over your 12th house, you might not see that person much (if even). They could start living at a distance from you (like a different country even).
☕️ You could view people with the same Sun sign as your Juno sign as having your ideal partnership or ideal marriage. If you have Gemini Juno, you could think Gemini Suns know how to do relationships or even envy them their partnership.
☕️ I noticed a common correlation that you tend to marry or have a significant long-term relationship with the following Sun sign:
@astroismypassion ‘s compatibility (birth number - Sun sign) theory
If you are born on the 1st of any month you could be in a significant relationship with the following Sun sign: Aries Sun or Libra Sun, even Capricorn Sun,
2nd, 8th, 17th, 20th, 26th: Taurus or Scorpio Sun,
3rd, 9th, 12th, 18th, 21st, 24th, 27th, 30th: Gemini or Sagittarius Sun,
4th,13th, 31st: Cancer or Capricorn Sun,
5th, 14th, 23rd: Leo or Aquarius Sun,
6th, 15th: Virgo or Sagittarius Sun, even Gemini,
7th, 16th, 25th: Libra or Scorpio Sun, even Aries Sun,
10th, 28th: Capricorn Sun, Cancer Sun, also Aries Sun,
22nd: Cancer, Taurus, Capricorn Sun,
11th, 29th: Aquarius or Leo Sun, even Taurus Sun
☕️ Scorpio Moon men want a woman who will provide for their security, travels, other things they desire. They want someone to support them financially.
☕️ Pisces Venus dislikes games of seduction when talking to someone. They want other people to be more honest and upfront about it, because they dislike guessing. These are also the types to say that people “play too many games”.
Credit goes to my astrology Tumblr blog @astroismypassion
#astrology blog#astro notes#astrology observations#astrology#astroismypassion#astroblr#astro community#astrology observation#astro note#taurus moon#virgo lilith#gemini lilith#scorpio moon#pisces venus
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Heyy! Can you please if you what to Yandere farmworld Finn story please if you do Yanderes request and can you make it some what long? Like how would the kid react to this?
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Stay Here
Pairing: Farmworld! Finn X gn! Reader
Warning(s): general YANDERE CONTENT, fighting/arguing, gaslighting, lying, manipulation
Synopsis: You stumble upon a hidden room in your friends house, only to find a shrine of you sitting there. Events occur.
Note: I’m gonna update my req rules to specify something- I need ppl to tell me if they want the reader to be into the yandere shit or not :,) bc if it’s not specified then I’ll just do whatever I want to tbh….
Spoiler note (spoiler for the story):
I decided to make Finn’s kids sort’ve yandere too, since they’re his kids I feel like they would’ve learned some if not all of his tendencies.
Extra note??: sorry abt the ending idk… also this is just sfw idk if u wanted nsfw or anytbing jdk.. I hope this story is good ^^
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Today was the same as any other day, you would pop in by the house to see Finn and his children as per usual- but this time things were different. Felt different, I mean.
The house was empty and eerily creepy, despite the sunlight shining through the windows it still felt rather dark and scary. However, you still trudged on forward and marched inside the house. As you walked through the doorway, the door shut behind you. The sound of the door closing behind you startled you actually, but you didn’t give it much attention.
‘I’m just extra jumpy today, that’s all..’
You told yourself as you crept through the house slowly, looking around for any sign of Finn or the kids inside. It felt wrong to be inside their house if they were gone, but you just had to check if anyone was there. You hoped someone was, because leaving your door unlocked and unattended is really dangerous.
“Finn? You there?”
You started to call out, walking through to the kitchen “Who’s there?” You turned around and smiled as you finally saw a familiar face, it was Jay standing in the doorway. He was leant against the frame for a moment before noticing it was you, immediately running up to hug you. You ruffled his hair as his arms wrapped around your torso, his adorable young face looking up at you.
“Hi there Jay, where’s everyone else gone? You alone today or something?” You asked him as you gently pulled away from the hug, Jay’s smile faltering for a moment as you do. “Alone? No, of course not! Me and my siblings have just been playing hide and seek! Bonnie suggested it.” Jay explained, giggling to himself as he spotted a tuft of blonde hair coming from under the table.
Your eyes followed his and you noticed Bonnie hiding under there, trying to hug herself to make herself look smaller. Hoping she wouldn’t be noticed and lose the game. “Bonnie is that-“ Jay cut you off, pressing a finger to your lips to shut you up. “Shh.” He whispered. “My, oh my..” he moved away from you and then began to walk around the table, marching around it with his arms behind his back.
“Where is my dear sister? It’s been ages- but alas, I cannot find her!” He dramatically draped an arm over his face, causing Bonnie to have a giggle fit from under the table. “Got you!” Jay bent down and picked her up, dragging her gently from underneath the table. “No fair!” She shook her head at him “How is it not fair?” He furrowed his eyebrows, trying not to laugh at her.
“.. because.”
You couldn’t help smiling at the two bickering, your lips curled upwards and stretching from ear to ear. “Well, Bonnie, you were the last one to be found. So you’re it.” Jay poked her cheek, Bonnie immediately grumbled “fineeeee!” She hopped down from his arms and walked up to a nearby wall, leaning her head on it as she began to count. “How are the rest of the kids supposed to know she’s it?” You asked curiously “I’ll go tell them. She takes a while to count.” Jay began to walk off “Oh and by the way! You better hide too.” Jay left the room.
You glanced towards Bonnie, watching her struggle to count “-ten.. eleven.. twelve..” she counted out loud “…” she stayed quiet for a moment “thirteen.” You whispered to her “..thirteen.. fourteen..” she continued counting. You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment ‘Maybe I really should go and hide, I should join their fun little game.’
You left the kitchen and started to look around for a place to hide ‘where’s a good spot to hide..? I don’t wanna go anywhere I’m not supposed to either..’ you pondered to yourself, kneeling down behind the couch and seeing a crawl space right there. ‘A crawl space? They’ll never find me.’ You pushed the little door open a little, inspecting the hole with your eyes before hesitantly crawling in ‘.. maybe that’s a bad thing actually.’
Hands and knees were now aching, stinging and slightly red from having to crawl the whole way. You finally made it to the end of the crawl space, seeing a small yet big enough room; big enough for you to stand in at least. You stood up and started to look around, your breath getting caught in your throat as you saw something weird something off. You were definitely not supposed to be here.
Looking straight at you was a picture frame with a photo of you right in the middle of a table, the photo looking badly damaged. You didn’t recognise the picture of yourself at first, you couldn’t remember yourself nor the kids nor Finn taking it of you. It was a simple photo of you looking away, the outside world in the background behind you. Around the picture frame was many little tea light candles, most of them already been lit before, you could tell from the melted wax.
You reached out hesitantly to touch some of the weird things around the photo of yourself, one thing immediately catching your eye. You grabbed what looked to be a lock of hair inside of a small bag, making you grimace and drop the bag back onto the table. You didn’t wanna be there anymore, you didn’t wanna see anymore of the shrine! You-
You took a deep breath, deciding to give the family the benefit of the doubt. Surely, this was just a weird thing that the kids had made, you didn’t need to get upset over it. That’s what you believed for a quick moment at least, hope fleeting before your eyes. You felt a chill going up your spine, turning around in fear only to see a child standing there in front of you.
“Neptr?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, watching as he stood to the side and revealed the rest of the kids standing there too. Jay finished coming out of the crawl space, standing there in front of you now with a look you couldn’t make out. “Yeah Dad, they’re in here..” Jay called out, facing towards the crawl spot. Your heart dropped and your blood ran cold, what in the world was going on?
“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t wanna do this but- please don’t leave! You’re the closest thing our family has had to a parent since our mother died!” Jay began to plead with you “Yeah! Please stay, we need you. And you like us, right? Right?” Bonnie asked, trying to put on the cutest little face ever in order to manipulate you into staying.
“That’s enough, kids.”
Your eyes switched from the kids over to Finn who had finished coming out, he was sweating and panting like he’d just been on a run. “Finn, what IS all of- this?” You gestured towards the shrine “You weren’t supposed to find it.” Finn started stepping towards you, making you walk backwards until you eventually bumped into the shrine. Your back pressed against the table, making you scrunch your face up in pain for just a moment.
“Careful there.” He grabbed your waist and pulled you away from the table, making sure you wouldn’t be hurt.
“What. Is. This. Finn?” You repeated, letting him know you were definitely upset with him. “I made it in your likeness, you like it?” Finn’s eyes darkened for a moment, and for a moment it was just like he had become the ice monster again. “No!- it’s creepy! Why and how have you gotten this stuff?” You tried not to get too upset because of the kids standing there, even though you wanted to shout and scream at Finn for the weird shit he’s done.
“Please don’t be mad at Dad, he just likes you is all! Please don’t leave us, we really like you here!” Bonnie started to give the puppy dog eyes, pouting her bottom lip out at you. “It’s true, I do like you. I’m sorry for the weird shrine, I just- have a hard time expressing my feelings for people and I mistakenly thought you’d enjoy it. Please, allow me to fix this. Don’t leave us..” Finn was definitely manipulating you. But despite knowing that fact, a part of you still wanted to believe it, so you stayed.
“You thought.. I’d like this weird thing?” You didn’t trust his words exactly “..Yes, I thought you’d find it flattering. I’m so sorry. I’m not a bad guy, I’m really not. You know that, don’t you?” Finn came up a little closer to you but this time you didn’t back away “I- I mean..” he wasn’t exactly wrong per say. You remembered the many times he was kind to you, giving you food when you had none and even sheltering you at times. “Fine. You know what then? Leave if you wish, I won’t stop you. I know that you don’t really care about us, or like us-“ you cut Finn off.
“Of course I like you guys!” You exclaimed, not realising you were falling into Finn’s trap. “Really, you do? Oh, but then why do you wanna leave us so badly?” Finn gave a fake saddened look, tricking you into feeling sorry for him “Did we do something wrong?” Stormo and Neptr asked in unison. “N-No, nothing wrong! It was just a mistake is all, and Finn was right-it is… sort of flattering.” You couldn’t help giving in, all the manipulation getting to you.
“So, you’ll stay? Stay with us?” Finn looked directly into your eyes, it felt intimidating. “Y-Yes.” You weren’t even sure if you had a choice, what would of happened if you’d said no? “You make me the happiest man in the world! Y/n’s not leaving Kids!” Finn hugged you, squeezing your torso with his stronger arms. It was only a simple hug, and yet it was also a reminder that he really could crush you if he wanted to.
“Yay!” The kids came around to hug you as well, the whole family and you hugging each other. “Okay, okay, that’s enough..” Finn broke the group hug apart “Kids, please the two of us alone for now.” Finn instructed “Okay dad!” Bonnie started to leave, the rest following not long after her. Jay was the last to leave, turning his head back to look at the two of you for a moment “See you later, mom/dad/parent.”
His words had unknowingly trapped you, you couldn’t leave him and the family when you were seen as their new parent! It’d be wrong. And you’re not a ‘bad person.’
“I just- wanted to talk to you..” Finn spoke up, startling you. “About?” You questioned “Its true, I really do like you. I’m sorry about this whole mess. I just haven’t liked anyone in a long time and so I didn’t know what to do with my feelings.” Finn was lying through his teeth, and yet you had went and bought it. “I.. guess I can understand that.” You sighed “I fell in love with you because of your personality, you’re so kind to me and the kids- and you’re such an honest and smart person.” He stepped a little closer towards you.
You didn’t back away this time, but you weren’t sure what to do. “Do you feel the same way, at all?” Finn’s voice grew slightly deeper at the end there which sent a chill through your whole body. “Well..” you began to think to yourself, not sure what to say “- yes. At least a little.” You confessed, not knowing what you’d gotten yourself in to. Finn gave a big bright smile before opening his big strong arms up and pulling you into a tight hug, lifting you into the air by your waist.
“Yes! Amazing! Now I don’t have to make you like me.” Finn couldn’t help let that bit slip, making your eyes widen slightly “W-What?” You questioned “I think I can hear the kids calling for their mom/dad/parent.” Finn distracted you, which you then again fell for. “They are? I’m coming!” And you immediately went to them, because that’s just who you are. You’re a nurturer, a real kind and honest person, you couldn’t just leave the kids when they need you.
#fionna and cake#send requests#adventure time#adventure time smut#fionna and cake x reader#anon ask#adventure time x reader#fionna and cake smut#send asks#adventure time x reader smut#finn and jake#finn the human#finn mertens#farmworld finn#farmworld finn x reader
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Defying Certain Death Part 19
Dual posted to my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.
Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.
Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress
Future and Previous: While this part is relatively tame, future and previous parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.
Editor: @vore-scientist
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Upon leaving town, Barrett paused to look around, flicking up the tertiary eyelid to check for signs of life. Good. No other syor or their minions had noticed Hope and followed. No partner harpies scouting the area. He tensed his stomach, the motions of regurgitation becoming more familiar. It was still annoying to release a human. But for Hope it was worth it. He felt her on his tongue again after bringing her up. While the weight in his stomach had been nice while he had been back in the syor town, he had missed seeing her and missed her scent. Back to the uncomfortable woods, away from his fine house… for her sake. He would eventually have to find a more permanent solution.
Meanwhile he plucked her from his mouth, using a cloth to wipe her off a bit. A fresh one he had retrieved from his house, softer and cleaner, and with a nicer pattern than the handkerchief he had been using before. Laying it over her shoulders to protect from any chilling breezes. “There we are little one. Couldn’t have you out while other syor were around… but now I can show you some of my treasure! Not all of it of course, couldn’t carry it all, but if I’m going to get you fancy things, I needed some more funds.”
He watched her pull the cloth around her shoulders like a blanket. Why was that so cute to watch? Is this what syorians feel towards humans? Why they don’t have humans as meals? He hoped he didn’t start feeling like this towards more than Hope. Food could be hard to come by! He couldn’t be picky when hunting!
He closed his eyes. Best not to think about it. He looked at Hope again, reaching into his bag with his spare hand and pulling out a beautiful blue sapphire. “Here! Look at this one! Sapphires are at the center of the king’s crown, you know, so obviously they are the best. This one is very clear, no blemishes.” He cocked his head… she wasn’t looking at the sapphire he put by her at all! Why didn’t she focus on the gem? He heard her muttering something. His ear twitched as he tried to understand… something about her dad… and the thieves? What was she talking about them for, they were dead and gone…
Humans were very confusing. “Hope… this gem is very special to my collection… So you should look at it… because you are a special human. Don’t think about things dead and gone. I will show you pretty things and you can look at them and be happy.” He decided to try the next item, setting an emerald ring next to her. “I actually made this one. You can see it’s a little rough, was my first time making jewelry. Took several retries to get it how I wanted. Perhaps if I learn the spell to get small, I can make jewelry for you.” Barrett was disappointed she wasn’t reacting much, but tried a few more times before just starting back towards camp, he could try again later. Maybe she needed to calm down because she knew how dangerous a syor town could be.
When he tried to interact with her the next day it wasn’t better. If anything it was worse. He set her down to watch her make breakfast but she didn’t put the same effort in as usual. It was not for lack of supplies, her food cart was full, so that did not make sense. He didn’t know anything about the weird way humans and syorians prepared food, but he definitely had grown to understand the amount of time and care she put into the task. She’d also used the supplies to make other things that didn’t use food in them. Seeing her eating stuff straight from the cart was… odd. She had plenty of time to sleep while in his belly, so she shouldn’t be tired, right? So he just watched her, waiting until she seemed done to try to show her the sapphire again. He frowned when she cringed from his reaching hand. Why was she like that? He had told the truth like any proper syor should and she had been unharmed! It didn’t make sense to him.
The next couple days Hope showed no improvement, in fact she got worse.. At first he was pleased that she no longer cringed away from his hands, until he realized it was due to failing strength. Every day she grew more quiet. Every day she ate less and less. Only occasionally did she prepare even a small fire to cook with. Now that he was paying more attention he noticed a few more bizarre things: she had more moisture on her clothing, even though she was not very active, and was resting under a tree. And her scent… it was different. just slightly off… saltier perhaps? And the scent itself was stronger than it normally was. He didn’t like it. He wanted her to smell like she did before, and talk to him like she did before.
He thought about what happened before her behavior got worse. He had enjoyed having her in his belly, where no other Syor could harm her or even taunt her... but he did not like how she was acting now. He did not like that she cowered like when he first got free of the rocks, and now he did not like that she wasn’t… She had been starting to talk to him again! And now he did not like that she wasn’t.... He did not like this... but he did not know how to get his Hope back to how she was when he was trapped and she was saving him.
Taking her to the tailor to get fine clothing hadn’t improved her mood the first time, nor did trying to show gems, jewelry, and precious metals this time. Nothing he tried worked and it frustrated him. New fancy things always made him happy! He lay on the cot in the tent he had bought, his little human under his hand on his chest. At least she seemed to enjoy laying on his chest as long as he didn't disturb her much. He thought back to when he was trapped. She had been collecting plants… she had seemed happy when he was watching her before she saw him. She had been taking something off the top of the plant, but he didn’t understand what or why.
Again he wondered if she might be a terran, rather than an average human. Of course she was above average, she was special. Terrans were like humans, only born with a magical affinity for one element. Like the geomancers who set the trap. But Hope was not a geomancer or she would have used earth magic to free him. Perhaps she had an affinity for water, or plants. Or perhaps she was an average human and was using spells. With spells, non-terrans could still learn magic, just like giants could even though all giants had in-born magic. Anyone could learn magic if they wanted. His kind… did not usually want to do so. “Hope? Are you a terran? If you are, you haven’t used your magic lately or I would have smelled you are terran… but you were after plants when I found you…” He paused, waiting for an answer. But got none.
He moved his hand and lifted her up to look at her. Usually even scared she answered direct questions… She was acting odd. He sniffed at her, holding her close to his face and squinting to focus better. She seemed a little pale. She felt warmer and was shivering… Was she sick? Was it his fault? Her clothes were wet again… this wasn’t right! “Hope? What is going on? Why are you wet and shivering? Why is your scent odd?” He got no answer… but she touched her throat and shook her head. “You… something with your neck?”
Barrett was confused and upset. He didn’t know enough about humans to understand what might be wrong. But he understood enough to know something definitely is wrong. He tried to think… he had been sick before and his whole body ached and shivered and his eyes, especially his tertiary eyelid, would pound in his skull. Did humans get sick the same that syor and syorian did? They didn't have a special eyelid, but besides that… would they feel the same? And would the same treatments help?
Barrett stroked Hope’s hair. Now that he wasn’t trying to get her to talk and was just holding and looking at her, she just lay down in his palm. She looked tired even though she hadn’t been doing much. Even though she had seemed unhappy after the trip to the syor town, she wasn’t trying to avoid him. He saw she was shivering and cupped his other hand over her to provide warmth. He would have to go to the syorian town. They spent time around small folk. They would know more about humans like Hope.
Barrett reached the town quickly, growling more than usual at anyone who even looked at him wrong. He needed to think. He knew the man at the fruit stand was talented in healing magic, but wasn’t a trained physician. He needed an actual doctor this time. He paused. Snarled at someone who came too close as he clutched his precious human to his chest. He would need to ask for help. But he didn’t want anyone besides a doctor near what his problem was and nobody was going to want to talk to him while he was acting like this… he would have to be insistent.. He walked over to a herbalist’s stand, shoving aside a customer who seemed to be finishing a purchase. Just a worthless naga. Lucky they weren’t out in the woods… a mid sized naga like this one would be a few days of meat. He started talking to the herbalist to get information about a local small folk doctor, moving the hand covering Hope as he gestured while speaking. He first had to convince the lady he hadn’t done anything to Hope he just needed to know where a doctor who treats small folk is. Then Hope’s weight vanished from his hand.
A roar erupted from him as he slashed his claws through the tail of the naga that had stolen her. His claws easily sliced through the scales and flesh, even scratching at the bone. Miraculously the naga did not drop Hope as she jerked back, “Take it easy! You said you needed a doctor!” That’s when Barrett finally took in the fact that this naga he had previously shoved aside was wearing the telltale light blue jacket with the medical rune on it that doctors wore. Barrett frowned, “Oh… sorry… but you just… took her. I thought someone stole her…” The naga sighed, “I was stopping by here to get more ingredients for treatments… heard how frantic you were.” Her tail twitched as with one deft hand she did… something… to slow the bleeding. . “You owe me a wound salve, very expensive, and I need to have my nurse heal me properly before I actually work on this human.”
The naga set the girl back on Barrett’s hand, “I am far too injured to slither now so you will carry me,” the doctor insisted. Barrett frowned, but did not object. The naga was much smaller than him, but also a fair bit bigger than Hope. Stood maybe 20ft tall? Easy for a giant to carry. Barrett used his free hand to pick up the naga, letting it’s tail droop over his arm. The naga gave directions to the clinic, actually not far from the herb stand and an alchemist. Barrett used his back to push the door open, then walked over to the counter where a syorian nurse was making notes. The nurse arched a brow at the sight of claw marks on the doctor before stepping around to pick up the doctor and heal her.
The lady doctor spoke to the male nurse about what happened, the nurse stealing a surprised glance at Barrett upon hearing that he, a syor, wanted the human treated. “How unusual. Syor aren’t usually so defensive over the few minions that are kept…” Barrett gave a snarl, “Hope is no minion! She is precious, special.” The nurse looked even more shocked, “That… I haven’t heard a syor speak of a human like that… but Doctor Lenora is very good at what she does.” Barrett was starting to calm at the reassurance of this doctor’s skill. He held out his hand with hope and the nurse sighed, “Take her to the room over there. Normally we take them to the small folk rooms, but she is in poor shape so please take her to the giant room instead. The doctor will be in to see you once I have taken care of her injuries.” Barrett frowned briefly before heading into the room. His ears perked as he overheard the conversation in the other room. The doctor was complaining about needing healing and to wash up blood. Barrett almost laughed when he heard the nurse reply, “-Your own damn fault. You could see how possessive he is and you know better than to take something from a syor. Honestly, I’m surprised you aren’t closer to dead than alive.”
Exactly, Barrett silently agreed, dumb naga’s own fault she got clawed.
After a few minutes, the doctor entered from a side door sized perfectly for her. “Good morning. I am Dr Lenora McCoy. Seems you have a new patient for me.” Barrett was tense at the doctor’s presence, so calm after he had just attacked her, even if the wounds were now partially healed and bandaged up. He nodded. “Hope isn’t speaking to me. She smells odd, stronger and seems to be shivering,” Barrett explained as he lowered his hand for the doctor to examine Hope. He growled as he noticed the doctor moving Hope into a different position and putting something to her ear. “What are you doing to my Hope? Be careful with her.” McCoy paused, “My job. At the moment checking her temperature. The illness seems to be hitting her far harder than it should… Has she been under abnormal stress? That can weaken the immune system…” Barrett frowned and looked away as he thought. Had she handled the trip to town worse than he thought? “I… had to visit my house. In a syor town. I suspect knowing where we were was hard on her even if she was safe in my belly.” He noticed the doctor arch a brow, but stayed silent as she continued to examine Hope.
Barrett watched closely, occasionally growling at how the naga interacted with Hope, but trying to keep his possessive instinct under control. The naga had coaxed her to sit up, and was currently looking in her mouth. Barrett wasn’t sure why Hope’s mouth needed to be looked at. Everything the doctor did seemed pointless or unimportant. It took pressing her for answers several times before she caught on, and she started to explain everything she was doing. And yet his nerves were still on end. He tried to explain. Many times. Didn’t she understand how hard it was? He was allowing someone, a stranger, another predator, to interact with his precious Hope while she was vulnerable. His own predatory instincts were heightened just being near injured prey, and occasionally that prey’s injured tail was still twitching. He could not be distracted.
Barrett’s ears perked again as the naga spoke softly to Hope, and a deep growl left his throat as he slammed his claws into the table next to her. “Did I hear you asking her about leaving me? Do you want to end up dead? Right now you are taking care of my Hope but if you take her from me I won’t hesitate. I will bite off your tail before devouring the rest of you, and I won't care if it gets me banished from town” The doctor tensed, “It’s my job to make sure she is safe and well. Normally with a syor is not safe.”
“No, that is my job!” Barrett snarled. Then he went quiet as he considered, “I see… you are trying to protect her. Like I do. So this is an exception. She is mine to protect.”
Dr McCoy seemed uncertain for a moment but nodded, “Alright… based on my examinations she likely has a bad upper respiratory infection.” Seeing Barrett's blank but accepting expression she continued, “Her illness has weakened her and caused damage to her throat. She needs soup and other soft things to eat until she recovers. But she is not well enough to cook for herself. It looks like she did mix some sort of medicine to help with it, but the alchemist next door can provide something a bit better since she doesn’t have the strength to brew her own concoctions.”
The doctor considered for a moment, “You clearly want to help her, make her well again, right?” Barrett hesitated a moment with naga staring expectantly at him but nodded, “Yes. She is special. I want her well again.” He cocked his head, watching McCoy rub her forehead, “And I assume you will not tolerate leaving her with us?” Barrett growled at even the mere suggestion of it. “My point made,” she said a bit more sternly, “Hope needs rest, hydration, and nutrition more than anything. Medicines from the alchemist will help, but without rest and food she will get worse. I will write out what to get from the alchemist, and since you will refuse to leave her in our care, providing her with said care, including specialized meals, will be up to you.”
Barrett nodded with only a hint of reluctance. “I will ensure she recovers,” he said with more conviction.
“Glad you understand. Since my nurse is the same size as you he will explain how a giant your size cares for a sick human,” McCoy said, writing out what needed to be gotten from the alchemist next door. “These potions… they should help ease her symptoms a fair bit. My nurse will have suggestions on how you can care for her.” The naga held out the paper with the large writing to Barrett. Barrett took it, glancing it over and then reaching to pick up Hope.
Barrett was not happy the doctor still seemed so unsure he could properly care for his Hope, so he decided to prove his point about how she was his to take care of. He made sure he was gentle as he scooped her up into his palm, “Don’t worry Hope. I’ll get you better. Even if I have to learn that weird way you make your food. I’ll figure out what to do.” He looked up at the doctor again, “Thank you.”
He first reached for coins to pay the doctor, but paused when an idea struck him. The coins fell back between his fingers into the treasure purse and brushed against his gems. He knew by touch alone each and every gemstone. Barrett didn’t like giving up a gem… but with how important this was to him, how important Hope was to him… if the illness got worse it could have cost her life. He pinched his fingers around a small ruby and with minimal hesitation, placed it on the counter. The doctor immediately understood the gesture, and thanked him. He felt… warm from hearing the thanks. An odd feeling. He stared at the ruby a moment longer as the doctor picked it up, then turned around to go speak to the nurse. Parting with a gem was never easy.
But for Hope, it was worth it.
The nurse started by instructing him on heating water and adding premixed packets to boiling water. An especially tricky thing for a giant to do with such small volumes. And it needed to cool before giving it to Hope or it could hurt her. At first the nurse recommended utilizing a shrinking charm. Shrinking to small folk size would make it much easier, but Barrett hated the idea of shrinking down. Felt too vulnerable to be small. Un-syor-like. The nurse understood and instead was able to point him to purchase some tools that syorian used to work with smaller objects. She also suggested that instead of mixing the foods himself, he could go to the cafe or bakery to get soup for Hope. They would have jars of soup. Just warm up a little and it would be ready to eat. Of course that meant being in more syorian places, full of little tasty humans.
But for Hope, it was worth it.
The medicine would be equally hard to interact with. The doses would be impossible for him to prepare without shrinking. But the nurse informed him the alchemist could pre-mix that as well. So when Barrett went to the alchemist with the list of medicines, he requested that. The bottles were so small. He couldn’t read them but when he showed them to Hope she appeared pleased, so he assumed it was correct. The alchemist indicated a single bottle with all the doses would be one coin, but the time to divide them into smaller portions meant the single dose bottles cost more. A few coins for the medicine. Syor rarely needed medicine, but buying the single doses was almost what he spent on medicine for himself once!
But for Hope, it was worth it.
The extra humans in those places made him antsy. Made him want to hunt. Humans and other small folk everywhere. Food. Everywhere. He needed to keep focus. Cafe and bakery to get the weird food for Hope. He may very well be the first syor ever going to these shops. Syor didn’t really shop for food. Just hunt. Occasionally scavenge for in season fruits and the like. It felt so weird to even think about going to these places, and now he stepped foot into them, holding Hope to his chest to stave off her chills. To keep her safe as he went in this place. Did something syor just don’t do.
But for Hope, it was worth it.
The cafe was by far the worst. Humans, nemeran beastfolk, and whatever other small folk milling around, nervous when they saw him but otherwise unconcerned. So off guard. So easy to snatch and swallow… if not for the syorian nearby that would stop him. He made it to the counter, facing the clearly shocked and confused syorian shopkeepers. More shocked when he moved his hand to show them Hope nestled there. Barrett told them the doctor said her throat is bad and he needed the right foods for her. One suggested grouse soup was traditionally used by humans and other small folk when ill. Barrett had no idea what grouse was, but if it was what she needed, he would get that. The shopkeeper was talking about… some other food now. Something with duck? He knew what ducks were. Now mentioning pheasant… something. He didn’t know what.. The different things were getting confusing. So he decided to get a couple of each. Let Hope have her pick. These small folks moving around tempting his hunting instincts, having to spend money on these weird syorian foods… it was so un-syor-like. It was wrong.
But for Hope, it was worth it.
Next stop would be the easiest one. The clothing shop, at least they knew him there. For once he couldn’t focus on the fanciest and nicest garments. He needed to get Hope a soft robe to wear while sick. She was shivering even in his hand. She needed to be as comfortable as possible. It was so tempting to see if she could try on a couple of the newest dresses they had… Hope even looked up at him, the look of concern clear on her face. His heart sank… an awful feeling. He told them he needed a robe and nice night clothes for Hope because she is sick. Fortunately they had her measurements from previous visits and were able to find something that was close to her fit, just slightly larger. The tailors also suggested he purchase something for himself, something with special embroidery that would be easier for a human to hold onto. Something that had pockets with soft lining for Hope to be secure and warm in. That made her smile. And he used another gem. He hated how plain the sleepwear and robe was, how it didn’t fit what a proper syor would spend money on.
But for Hope, it was worth it.
Back in camp he settled her onto his cot in her cozy new sleepwear with his own blanket snuggled around her. He reread the note from the doctor, and the additions onto it from the alchemist, the chef, the baker… so many instructions. He gave her the first dose of medicine, reading up on what the alchemist and doctor said. Food was more important than medicine, the doctor said. He held out the bowl of grouse soup balanced on a claw. Not so precarious, as the syorian cafe worker had provided tiny metal bowls and suggested he make a divot at the center of each to make this easier. . He watched over her as she sipped the soup, ignoring that some spilled on his blanket. The mess was unimportant.
He made sure she had as much as she could of it. He read over the chef’s notes on storing the soup for later. Close the lid. Place it in the enchanted marble container. Make sure the storage container is properly closed. Set it in a safe place so it won’t be knocked over. He considered. He wasn’t as practiced moving stone as he was metal. It required the right movements to control earth and stone or he would have freed himself from the rocks…. This took careful gestures. A small end table of stone carefully shaped, a rim to reduce the chance of things on it being bumped. He wanted to make it look fancy, he wanted to give it that special syor touch… but that was not the priority right now. So he placed the food storage container on it. The box with the many jars of medicine. The written instructions.
For long days he labored. For long nights he barely slept, instead sitting vigil to watch over her. To make sure she was doing better. Sleeping soundly. Breathing properly. The first sound of her voice again made his heart swell. When was the last time he felt that way? He couldn’t think of a time. But even a hint of her voice didn’t make him rest. He kept at it. Every dose of medicine. Every drop of soup. Until she was fully well again.
Because for Hope, it was worth it.
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Theory: The Archeron Sisters Are All Starborn
This is a theory I’ve been kicking around since HOSAB came out and have posted about in a reblog briefly, but I figured it was time to make an individual post about it. Thanks to @offtorivendell @wingedblooms @psychee92 @merymoonbeam @lesolehabitantdelalune and others I’m sure I’m forgetting whom I’ve spoken about with this, and whose own thoughts have certainly influenced mine and have contributed to this theory. ETA: @wingedblooms also has a post on this, which you can find here, that is amazing and goes into more thought and detail than mine below!! And I’m sorry for not realizing it before I wrote this post!
First, a theory within the theory to start us off:
Theia and Fionn Actually Had Three Children
So we know from HOSAB that Theia and Fionn had at least two children: Helena, the eldest, and a second daughter, whose name we haven’t yet learned. Helena was starborn, and her second daughter was as well.
I have a post about my theory about the second daughter here if you’re interested.
Theia is an interesting name, though, because Theia was also the name of a Titan in Greek mythology. A Titan who had three children:
Helios, the sun.
Selene, the moon.
Eos, the dawn.
And Theia is scarcely discussed in myth, but is instead most important through the children she bore. Like maybe the Theia in ACOTAR/CC as well?
Anyways, back to her children. Ok, so we know we have Helena, who had dark hair and whose skin poured starlight and shadows. Helena means light, but it also comes from the Greek word for Selene, meaning moon:
So I think Helena represents Theia the Titan’s first daughter Selene, and I think her starborn powers were like moonlight.
Then we have the second daughter, whom I suspect will represent Eos, the dawn, and I expect her starborn power would resemble the light at dawn and be golden.
But is it possible that Theia and Fionn had another child, possibly a boy, who remained in Prythian? A boy who represents Helios, the sun?
I think they did. And I suspect that “Helios” is Helion’s ancestor.
And I believe each of the Archeron sisters now has the starborn powers of one of Theia and Fionn’s children.
Feyre Has Helios’s Light
I go more into depth about this theory in this post, but I suspect that Feyre got her starborn powers from Helion, and that Lucien also possesses those same powers.
And I now suspect that Helion got these powers from his direct ancestor, the other child of Theia and Fionn: Helios. Whose name Helion’s name is a direct reference to. This would also explain Helion’s reaction to the mask in ACOSF:
I suspect Helion reacted this way because Helios, his ancestor, wore or encountered the mask around the time the mask was first Made, and likely wore it and used it, given his starborn powers.
This would also explain the color of Helion and Feyre and Lucien’s light: a bright white, like sunlight.
Nesta Has Selene’s (and Helena’s) Light
In the prologue of ACOSF, Nesta describes what happened in the cauldron as this:
“Burning through the darkness like a newborn star.” This certainly seems to suggest that Nesta became starborn (literally a newborn star) in the Cauldron. (S/O to @merymoonbeam for finding this quote and pointing me to it.)
In ACOSF, Cassian says that Nesta’s eyes glow like “silver fire” when her power is near the surface:
The word “glow” suggests that her eyes are emitting light, which is something starborn do. And the fact that it is described as “silver” reminds me very much of moonlight.
And later, when Nesta has a nightmare:
“Silvery, cold light” is coming from her room. Again, this is reminiscent of moonlight, which is never warm.
I suspect that this isn’t just from Nesta’s death power, but is also a hint that she too is starborn, and that she inherited the starborn powers of Helena, aka Selene, Theia’s second daughter.
Elain Has Eos’s (and the Second Daughter’s) Light
Finally, we have Elain, who Sarah compares to the dawn several times:
And in the bonus chapter:
Here, Elain is even glowing like the sun at dawn. Could it be possible that it’s not just the faelights making her glow?
Indeed, when Elain first comes out of the cauldron, she starts to glow (credit to @psychee92 for this catch):
I suspect Elain’s skin started to glow here because she is now starborn. Indeed, as @merymoonbeam has written about, Sarah often uses “glow” to hint at power, so here I think this is showing us that Elain now has powers, and starborn powers at that. And I suspect she has the starborn powers of the Second Daughter, who represents Eos.
Also, as @psychee92 has predicted, I think this might be at least part of why Elain was not there when Bryce came to Prythian. Because Elain is truly starborn, and maybe the most powerful starborn of the three sisters. And I suspect she will start to glow around bryce, or bryce would at least start to glow around her. And Sarah didn’t want to give that away at the end of HOSAB.
The Powers From The Time Of Theia And Fionn Are Being Reborn
So what does this all mean? I suspect this is part of something larger that is happening. I think the powers that originally destroyed the Daglan and trapped Koschei in his lake, the powers of Theia and her children, are all being reborn at the same time to fight that battle anew. First, to destroy Koschei once and for all, and then to prepare for a renewed battle with the Asteri/Daglan, this time to destroy them once and for all.
And we are also seeing the other power players return, like the Dread Trove and the trove of weapons (gwydion and truth-teller and narben, wherever it is), plus a new trove of weapons. And I suspect something similar has been happening in Midgard with Bryce and Hunt and co.
And not only will the Archeron sisters’ powers be necessary for the current battle with Koschei that is brewing, but they will also be necessary for the big crossover battle to come.
And one day I will make my big theory post about the IAFT (the Intergalactic Asteri Fighting Team) that I think Jesiba and Aidas are already a part of, but I suspect that the Archeron sisters, the rest of the IC, possibly the priestesses in the library, and Bryce and Co will all eventually become part of the IAFT’s movement to defeat the Asteri once and for all.
#the archeron sisters#Elain#Feyre#Nesta#starborn#acotar theories#acotar cc crossover theories#SJMCU#hosab spoilers
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Embarrassment (platonic Joel Miller x reader)
Summary: A strange father-daughter duo gets your attention at a fan signing event.
Note: singer!reader, pre-outbreak / This is the scene I mentioned in You must be new here. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.
It was another signing event a day before your concert in Austin. Things went smoothly. You had every kind of fan, from an obsessed teenager through an adult who found herself in your songs straight to a creepy guy who had your face and name on a shirt and started the whole meeting with saying I love you. Sometimes it was too much to handle, but today you were in a strangely good mood.
Your ears picked up a frustrated conversation from the line in front of you. There was a teenage girl standing there with an older man, probably her father, and they argued about something quite heatedly. The girl was on the verge of a breakdown while the man seemed to be pleased with himself. He reached out to pat her head in a comical manner, but she moved out of the way and pushed his hand away.
“Can you just wait outside, please?” she asked loudly.
Several people turned to look at them, which made the girl hang her head and let out a frustrated sigh. The man theatrically thought about this suggestion, a move that drew a smile on your lips, then shook his head. The girl opened her mouth to say something, but she soon changed her mind because she noticed you watching them.
She turned away in embarrassment, and her father looked in your direction to see what made her react like this. When your eyes locked, you couldn’t help but gulp. This man was gorgeous, especially with those big brown eyes of his that were now focused on you. He was exactly your type, but you had to behave. You weren’t here to flirt with hot dads, you were here for the fans.
You cleared your throat and tore your gaze away, finally paying attention to the young guy in front of you. He gave you a nice long speech you had heard a million times before about how your music helped him through heartbreaks, but it was okay, you just had to smile and say a few kind words.
When your new favorite pair reached the table, your lips curled into a genuine smile and you looked back and forth between the two, waiting to see if any of them would start talking. But the girl seemed nervous, the dad was mentally far, far away, so you took it on yourself to break the silence.
“Hello. What’s your name?” you asked the girl. She bit on her lower lip, unable to say anything. “You know, my dad was the same when I was your age,” you told her conspiratorially, your words followed by a wink.
The man suddenly looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Huh?”
“Really?” the girl asked with a bright smile. Finding out they had something in common with you usually helped to break the ice. “I’m Sarah. Could you sign this for me?”
You nodded with a smile as you took the CD from her and took out the cover to sign it. Out of the corner of your eye you glanced at her father who was staring at you with an amused look on his handsome face. Once you were done, you gave it back to her, but when she wanted to take it, you didn’t let go.
“Listen, I get it, fathers take every opportunity they get to embarrass their children, but it only shows that he loves you,” you told her seriously. “He came here with you, I’m sure he wants to learn what you’re excited about. Look, my dad died two years ago, but if I could go back in time, I would let him follow me everywhere so I could spend more time with him. Think about it, okay?”
She nodded then finally took the CD from you. “Thank you. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow! Bye,” she chimed happily before walking away.
Her father took a deep breath as he watched her, and once she got out of earshot, he leaned closer to you and said, “Thank you. For everything.” He flashed a disarming smile at you and it knocked every thought out of your mind. You just nodded and watched him catch up with his daughter in silence.
You took a sip of water as you tried to pull yourself together, fighting that voice in the back of your mind that told you to go after them. You couldn’t do this. Paparazzi were outside, dying to get a photo they could sell for a small fortune to gossip magazines. Seeing you flirt with him wouldn’t be good for your image.
At least that’s what your manager and publicist would say.
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Ok i was thinking, we have seen how Gen Kitsune and Kat(cant remenber the full name) react and behave with the children
But what about Leo fam? How do they react to the fact that he has children? How do they behave?
(Hope ur having a good time an ;>- mine isnt the best since im starting classes again-)
I’m have a great time but I’m sorry your classes are starting again.
I have another ask about their reaction to the decision to have kids which I will answer over there. I’m also going to bullet point this as it has a lot of moving pieces
Raph
Worlds goofiest uncle. Does anything to make the kids smile.
He is Jotaro godfather as he balances out the other god parent best and is the biggest brother.
After the initial shock he is very excited to be an uncle. He’s Leo’s fist choice when they need a babysitter (don’t tell Splinter) as his big brother took care of him growing up there is no one he trust more. (Unfortunately most of the time they need a babysitter is when all the brothers are busy fighting crime)
He’s the second worst when it comes to spoiling the children. He has never and will never learn to say no to baby eyes.
The kids use him as a jungle gym and he let them as long as they don’t move around to much if he’s walking.
He is terrified of the twins. They are much smaller then Jotaro was. It doesn’t help that Leo and Usagi rushed back earlier with two deathly ill children. He’s very protective of all of Leo’s kids but the twins are different for him.
Kaida also freaks him out with her small size. Leo is exasperated by this as he was hoping his family would calm Usagi’s nerves but Raph makes them worst.
“Raph you were once the same size! We were all that small” Leo cried in exasperation. “No I’ve always been the biggest. You might have been that small but I always protected you.”
Splinter has picture to prove him wrong. He was also once that small.
He is closest to Jotaro. He loves them all equally but there is a special bond between the oldest. Leo was right to make him godfather as he helps Jotaro deal with the stress of being the oldest. Usagi and Leo don’t put nearly as much stress on him as Splinter put on Raph. But the kid still feels responsible for his sisters and he knows his parents will protect them but he wants to to.
Raph helps him process this. It’s very therapeutic for him as well as he gets to provide the support he didn’t have when he was young. He lets Leo know that the kid is stressed and they all work together to help him. Their all proud of him for loving and carrying for his sister but there are ways to do it without taking on the responsibility of an adult. He deserves his childhood to.
Donnie
Donnie loves being Uncle Donnie.
He was the last one to be comfortable holding Jotaro he was worried he’d drop the kid or do something wrong.
He’s a soft shell and he becomes very protective of anyone he sees as family. He is extra protective of his twin. These are his twin’s kids. If anyone hurt them they would survive long enough to tell.
He is the uncle that spoils the kids the most as he is always building them now stuff.
He is the closest to the twins. Specifically Sakura as he is her godfather and she is also the oldest twin like him.
After the girls close encounter with their illness Donnie builds them anything and everything he can think of to help. They are so small and they don’t have his brothers advanced strength. They are physically weaker then their brother (DNA wise) and he worries endlessly.
It gets to the point where Leo has to pull him a side for a talk. It’s about a year after the girls illness and they are healthy and thriving. He loves Donnie and he understand what Donnie’s doing. He’s trying to protect the family. He’s also telling them he loves them in the way Donnie does best, gifts. And Leo is thankful for his twin and his care. However. Constantly having things for the twins but not Jotaro is going to become a problem. Right now their young and not noticing and everything is helpful. But he knows his twin will continue with gifts for the twins as they get older. He doesn’t want Jotaro to feel less important then his sisters or have any resentment to them as they always get Uncle Donnie’s cool stuff.
Donnie hadn’t realized that he had been leaving Jotaro out. He was so focused on the twins. But he understand what Leo is saying and starts to feel really bad about it as he never meant for Jotaro to feel second best or worse hold resentment for his sisters. He could tell how much the boy loves his sister and he doesn’t want to damage that relationship. Leo reassures him that he knows this wasn’t Donnie’s intentions and he is so thankful for Donnie and all that he does for them. Right now it’s not a problem but he just want to address the habit before it becomes one.
After that if Donnie has a gift for one of the kids there are two rules he makes for himself. If it’s specialized and something they need or a birthday then the others can be left out. But if it’s just a random gift. He thought of them while shopping or built some new tech he’d think they like he waits till he has something for all of them. He never wants to show favoritism’s as he loves them all equally but he can see how the gifts can easily be misconstrued as favoritism by little minds.
Kaida size does not freak him out. But he does mess with Usagi. By this point the two are close and get along really well. Anytime Usagi starts stressing about her size Donnie will just make wild comments about how it’s impractical that they’d lose her in the sink drain. Now the kitchen sink is different. He’ll come up with ridicules ways the could lose her just so Usagi can see that he’s being paranoid. Sometimes it works and Usagi laughs by the end others he’s so stuck in his own head it gets worst. Yet whatever worry Usagi’s has if it’s legitimate�� Donnie will go fix it. Sink drains with non removable grates on them ext.
Mikey
Mikey loves the kids he’s great with them. He comes over and plays ridiculous games with them
He always makes favorite uncle a competition. Leo and Usagi tell them not to but Raph, Donnie, Gen, and Mikey are competitive. Knowing they can’t stop it the couple just tell them not to let the kids know and not to make their love conditional.
None of them ever would. They love this kids to death. It’s more just Mikey razzing everyone else. “Oh Jotaro gave you a wave good bye that sad I got a hug.” “Mikey he’s 7 months old. His waves aren’t intentional and he can’t hug anyone. You were holding him.” “But he leaned against me so he likes me more” (youngest sibling energy at its purest)
He’s the fun uncle who brings the kids toy swords and then does battle with them in the back yard. (All the family does this, Mikey just the one who will clobber them at any point and then let them tackle him to the floor)
He is the bad idea uncle. The one you go to when you need adult supervision but know he’s going to let you get away with things your parents wouldn’t. The kids are never unsafe when they’re with him but they might have a little more sugar.
He is Kaida godfather and absolutely loves how small she is. He will teach her how to use that size to get littlest sublime privileges.
He teaches the kids how to cook as they get older and has a really close relationship with Ume and Jotaro who both truly love to cook. He gets along with Sakura as she develops a passion for art. He is the one who teaches them all how to flip around while fighting. Sakura and Kaida are the ones who take after his razzmatazz.
April
Most responsible aunt. Teaches the kids not to take crap from people.
When Jotaro is born she adores him and loves playing with his ears. She will come over for dinner and make sure the house is clean before she leaves because the new parents have enough on their plate.
She is not allowed to take the kids out alone. She used to but every trip always had something crazy happen as she is a magnet for the weird and unusual. Now if it’s an Auntie April adventure there’s another member of the family as well. (Once the kids are older Leo let’s her take out on her own again. Those crazy adventures shaped him and his brothers and he’d rather his kids have them with Auntie April there to keep them safe then not at all.
She is Sakura’s godmother and is very protective of all of the kids. After the twins illness she is around as much as she can be helping the parents out. She doesn’t want the running themselves into the ground.
Kaida size is adorable to her. She also loves the unlimited access her birth has given her to Splinters baby books of the boys. There is so much blackmail material in those.
Cassie
As Leo’s co-parent with Casey she and Leo are used to working together with kids. When they first decided to have Jotaro she claimed godmother as Leo was responsible for her kids she would be responsible for his. Leo couldn’t argue her logic. (This is also why Raph is the godfather as he balances Cassie energy well.)
I’m not going to talk to much about her here as there is a separate ask just for her. I will also tackle Casey in his own at a later date.
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Pairing: Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester x witch!reader
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You and the boys were currently on a case in the middle of Iowa, in a rather creepy looking toy store. There has been a number of complaints of freaky goings on and people being terrorized by ghosts, and what better way to spend Halloween night than to hunt ghosts?
Sam walked in front of you and Dean. In front of you, you spotted a toy clown in the middle of a shelved cabinet and decided to have a little fun. You nudged Dean. “Watch this..” You waited until Sam walked over to the cabinet and used your powers to turn the clowns head towards him.
Immediately, Sam stiffened up at took 10 long strides away from the toy. “G-guys, I think that clown’s looking at me. Please turn it away. You know how much they freak me out.” You and Dean stifled your laughter as Dean turned the toy around.
You carried on your investigation until you noticed that Sam had made his way back to the cabinet again. The same as before, you turned the toy and waited for him to react. Only a few seconds later did Sam let out a scream and ran out of the store. “You guys can finish the investigation yourselves. I’ll wait in the car.”
You and Dean bent over with laughter at the sight of Sam. Once you had both calmed down, you continued your search to find any clue as to who could be haunting the store. In the back room Dean found a slip of paper that wasn’t addressed to the current owner and knew that he had found the name of the culprit.
You both headed back out to the car where Sam was sitting, staring straight ahead and tightly holding the dashboard. Dean slid into the drivers seat and chuckled at his brother. “Seriously Sammy, with all the creepy sons of bitches we’ve seen, you’re scared of a freaking clown toy?! A childrens’ clown toy. That’s hilarious!”
Sam looked over at his brother and narrowed his eyes. “Just drive, Dean. Before I buy you a one-way plane ticket out of here. Then we’ll see who’ll be laughing.” Immediately, Dean’s expression and demeanor changed. He turned on the engine and started to drive towards the only local graveyard.
The drive was silent; the boys giving side glances and death stares at each other whilst you sat in the back seat, thriving off the chaos you’ve caused. Dean parked the car and headed around to the trunk to gather the tools you needed.
You had to admit, walking through a dark, creepy graveyard on Halloween night sent shivers down your spine. You were still new to the hunting business and even though you’re a witch, you were still learning the ropes of the supernatural world.
“Please guys, remind me again. Why are we digging up a dead body in a creepy graveyard?” You all stopped at a grave and Dean handed you a shovel. “We need to dig up the body of the ghost to burn it so they can rest and be at peace. Otherwise, they’ll just keep terrorizing and killing people, at that’s not good.”
You all started to dig until Sam piped up. “You know Y/N, for a witch, you really don’t know much about the world you come from.” You raised an eyebrow. “Well, Sammy, I know enough to be able to do this.” You raised your arms and flicked your fingers, making Sam hover in the air.
“C’mon, Y/N. Put me down.” You began to snigger. “No, not until you apologise.” When he didn’t, you raised your arms a little higher, Sam rising along with you. “Alright, I’m sorry.” You nodded and put your arms back to your sides, sending Sam flying to the ground, you and Dean in pleats of laughter.
“That’ll teach you to underestimate a witch!”
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if you were to rank the ikemen games and their characters, how would you rate it?
p.s. bold names are routes i have completed and brackets are unreleased so i rated them based on what i know of them from other routes. i didn’t include villains or genjiden as i haven’t read them. i will continue the rest later.
for me, it goes:
ikemen sengoku (i think the game provides a better experience than the other games; the way that we can see the minute differences between the characters in the beginning and the end. this game provides depth to the character’s relationship with other characters - something that prince doesn’t focus heavily on - and with the mc. )
- Kennyo (current): so i’m not even halfway (i think) and i already live his character). his relationship with ranmaru makes me happy. fun fact: i was supposed to do ranmaru’s route but then noticed it wasn’t released so i decided to do kennyo. i’m happy with my choice - the way his kindness shines through his rough exterior makes him my favourite.
- kanetsugu and keiji. see i can’t pick a fave from them. i love how my top three begin with k. anyway, i love the little smiles kanetsugu let’s out in his route and he was my first route love and i mean the man loved the mc enough to suggest a safe word so he doesn’t harm her. plus, i love his fangs. in a way, he’s similar to kennyo with the whole mysterious, self-deprecating aura and the fact they both looked after a child/children. My heart broke when the child in kanetsugu’s route died. Moving onto Keiji, I love his boisterous attitude and how it was all a facade because you see how comfortable he gets with being himself around the mc. Plus, I really loved the part when he tried to ask her out on a date and I think she invited Ranmaru and Hideyoshi because she thought it was a friendly outing. This was my second route and I loved how this route focused on her being able to protect herself rather than a man protecting her - plus, he always made sure to look after her even when she wasn’t aware (similar to kanetsugu).
- Sasuke. I already loved his character in every other route, I did before his. This may be my comfort route. Except for the besties loving the same person. Other than that, I really loved the aspect of friends to lovers. I usually hate this trope (in a modern au because they always use other characters to get over the other and it’s trash), but the way that you learn tad bits about sasuke like his weak facial muscles and his habit of not knowing how to wink, which makes me laugh every time i read because i just imagine it happening. His relationship with Yukimura is also my favourite bromance. Comfort route, for sure.
Kenshin: I was going to put him above Sasuke but the comfort route triumphed. We all know he becomes a yandere. I love enemies to lovers and although it starts off with strangers to acquaintances? to lovenemy?!?? I would’ve loved to see Kanetsugu in this route because we’d have seen his relationship from Kenshin’s side and I wanted to see how Kanetsugu would react to Kenshin hanging around an enemy woman. That’s what brings it down for me. We don’t see the master-servant? relationship between them. Although, I do love that we get to see the other characters like Shingen etc. Learning about his past actually explains his tendencies and I can see why he acts the way he does. I also love reading about him and his bunnies and my favourite CG ever is the one where he’s laying on her lap.
- Ranmaru: Even though, his route hasn’t been completed, I really do love his character especially after reading a little more of Kennyo’s route. Might be a comfort route like Sasuke.
- Talking about comfort routes. Mitsunari and Ieyasu. Though, I just adore Mitsunari’s route that slight bit more. Mitsunari is the official sweetheart of the Oda side and his inability to understand Ieyasu’s sarcasm and sneakiness is one of my favourite things to read. I love how simple his route is in terms of her caring for him and him not making things harder for her and them just falling in love along the way. Though, she does get kidnapped my Kennyo but we move on. Ieyasu is a wonderful character because his concern shows beneath his sarcastic comments and constant nonchalance. I love how even after he falls in love, he doesn’t change, he just learns to communicate better. Also, his relationship with Mitsunari is one of my favourite things.
- Shingen and Yukimura: Haven’t done either of these routes but from Kenshin’s route and Sasuke’s route, I loved the characters. I figure I know how Yuki’s route will go considering his character and knowing his rival is Sasuke. I do not know enough about Shingen except he loves sweets and flirting with women. But, I feel like he’ll grow on me.
- Kicho: I am in the middle about him. I learnt he hurt MC in Motonari’s route and idk why (I haven’t read that route) so it’s brought him down. I do love the way he seems to acknowledge the further future and wonder what his relationship with MC will look like - when he notices she is from the future or if she tells him. Though, maybe he notices straight away and that is why he gets interested in her.
- Mitsuhide: I haven’t read this route because I am saving his for last. I love his character don’t get me wrong and I’m sure I’ll love his route but his relationship with MC as I’ve seen in event stories etc. wouldn’t be my ideal. Though, I do get why people love him. He just isn’t for me. Anyway, I saved him for last because when I did Nobunaga’s route and it revealed Mitsuhide being a ‘spy’, I wanted to save what he was getting up to last. This is because I did Lancelot first in Revolution and I ruined his secret in every other route. So I want to stay ambiguous.
- Masamune: He was my last route. Idk he wasn’t the worst character for sure but I just was put off by the whole him nearly killing her situation. Like, they get over it but I’m still not. I get why he’s like that though but that’s the only reason he is down here.
- Hideyoshi: Again, he threw me off with the whole sister thing. But I really love his kindness that definitely shows as soon as he trusts her. I appreciate that he doesn’t hurt her or try to kill her even though he doesn’t trust her (although we do have the constant glares for talking back to Nobunaga). I admire and respect his work rate and his willingness to be around Nobunaga. I don’t get how anyone would go near him. All in all, he’s a wonderful character that just needs to stop sister-zoning. At least friend-zone yk.
- Yoshimoto: I believe I have not done a route where it focuses on him so I have no clue about him. Just that he likes art? I believe or just beauty in general and a far relative of Shingen. I’d love to know more about him. Might be my next route.
- Motonari: I was going to pick him as my second route to do ever but I didn’t because I learnt about his character and was just put off. Apparently, he is like Silvio (who I love) but I just can’t seem to find a reason to like him. Hopefully, when I read his route, this will change. However, currently this is my stance.
- Last and definitely least: Nobunaga. He is a weirdo as I see it. In every other route, he basically tells her you’ve got to do this by assigning her to someone. In his route and a few others, he bangs on about her being ‘his lucky charm’ and he literally brings her to a battle because he sees her as a possession. Minus points for the misogynist and I would’ve loved to see more appreciation for Hideyoshi from him.
ikemen prince (this game is lower than sengoku because we don’t see the relationships between the two different groups much. but i do love how the characters do not change they just fall in love. (for me, that’s a good thing because in shows sometimes they’ll change the nature of a person when that is not how reality works). However, this game has the best endings. Currently on Keith.
- ikemen vampire (this game is repetitive as well in the beginning but i feel like we are the brotherhood between. the characters more and we see progress in the relationships between the characters. one other downside is the quickness of them falling in love and how the mc is weaker in understanding her feelings). Started Jean recently and I’m liking it except the getting out of trouble unlike Arthur who didn’t actually bite her and Isaac who actually had a reasonable excuse for biting her.
- ikemen revolution (this game is somewhat repetitive in the beginning especially chapter 1 and 2) and that is what I dislike. Plus, the endings aren’t as great because most of them end with Amon and aren’t as interesting as Ikemen Prince and Swngoku as they are just one chapter for dramatic and romantic. I dislike the Like I said earlier, I did ruin it for myself by doing Lancelot first. Just finished Kyle and starting Loki (I think).
An interesting question for sure, of course all mine are based off of personal opinions and such. So It's best to not push it further as everyone is entitled to their opinions.
So I'll summarize the games themselves: (it is of my own opinion, it doesn't mean I'm wrong or right, as I do try to keep a neutral stance on a lot of things)
IkeSen
IkeVil
IkeGen
IkePri
IkeVamp
IkeRev
As much as I do love IkeRev, it does fall flat for me on some occasions, I've had more pauses and uninstalls on it than I have others. I know you've yet to read IkeVil & IkeGen, but I've found both of their set ups to me, a little more enjoyable than IkePri's and IkeVamp's. (it might just be that I'm starving for slightly darker content akin to a CSI episode- but that's not important)
Of course IkeSen is top for me as it's spaced out, like you said it shows the changes in the characters fairly well as well as their interactions with the MC and with the other characters.
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Route-wise for IkeSen, I'd have to rank it via route favorites but-
Kennyo
Kanetsugu
Kenshin
Mitsuhide
Yoshimoto
Kennyo's is the one I'm running back through right now for a second run and his POVs are a treat, this man is beyond thoroughly confused by MC. Kanetsugu might be next for round two because I really did thoroughly enjoyed his route and I think it's just overall because his character is an interesting one. Though one of the reasons Kennyo, Kanetsugu, Yoshimoto, and Mitsuhide's routes are my favorites because there is some good content happening there in regards to Ranmaru. Since as of right now he's the last main route to be released (we're expected to be seeing Kicho's route soon), I can only be sated via events and whatever time he has going in everyone else's routes.
Safe to say that Ranmaru went to being my number 1.
Though Motonari's route is something, it hasn't been that long since I ran through it, his route was surprisingly enjoyable and you can only really get a feel for his character in it (in my opinion of course), it wasn't a bad route. But it does give you some Kicho time in it. Same with Yoshimoto's, I know Kanetsugu has some Kicho time as well. But if you really want your heart stabbed a little, Yoshimoto's route is def the way to go.
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IkePri, I love the premise for it. I love how they just take the fairytale and rehash it in a way that makes it charming, though it feels a lot like some things (IkeVamp does it too, but is worse than IkePri) tend to get forgotten for a short while. I agree that the endings are better, like IkeSen it def helps that they add more to the endings instead of doing a single chapter ending like IkeVamp & IkeRev.
I unfortunately only have four that I really loved personally, I might actually have to go back through the other routes, though right now I'm taking a reading break on IkePri at the moment, Rio's route is the only one I have not read yet, sans Gilbert whose route has yet to be released.
Sariel
Keith
Chevalier
Silvio
Though if you had to be more accurate and not me being bias-
Silvio
Keith
Chevalier
Sariel
With IkeVamp, I did find a lot of its stuff all over, but I still love it to pieces. Of course my Top 5 routes being reflective is rather interesting in on itself. Dazai's route just always hits me hard and I think part of it just hits a little too close to home for me, although I didn't list it for IkeSen since I had so many favorites, Keiji's route did hit me fairly hard since that was also relatively close to home for me. But Dazai's route really was enjoyable and I do recommend that one, Arthur's was a good one, especially after revisiting it 2 years later and his was fun. His love by fans is well deserved, largely because the interactions felt close to what I personally do with my friends (namely the playful friendly quips)
I'm just extremely bias to Faust, Charles, and Vlad though. But there's were enjoyable to me. Especially after reading their side-stories too. I'm mid-process of getting Dazai's.
Dazai
Faust
Charles
Vlad
Arthur
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Lastly for IkeRev, I do have a special fondness for it, but I did say it was the one I paused and uninstalled a lot. Parts of it just didn't latch on to me the same way the others did and it might largely be because I've never actually been the biggest fan of Alice in Wonderland or anything themed to it. Parts of it was strong, I will give it that, but other parts of it were... not so strong. IkeVamp, IkePri, and IkeSen do give you a little insight as to what portion they're next to or not. IkeRev really didn't and just separated it via sequels and main stories. IF there is a way to tell, I would love if someone could tell me or show me the indicators cause I cannot find it on the app at all. But I did have some favorite rights, and yes. I also agree with Lancelot, if you do his route then it does kind of spoil things.
Route favorites tho? From what I can remember? I def might have to run back through them again
Sirius
Harr
Lancelot
Fenrir
Jonah
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I wound up doing it more by favorites rather than by, well- overall.
But these of course are based off of my own opinions. I'm partly sick so my brain is all jumbled and the whole response is rather lengthy overall and I worry over the length of the ask and people coming at me. Which is valid and fair. But but but! That's what I can think to share, there's a lot of info I have sorted up in my head, some of it doesn't come naturally right away. Though I am in the process of making notes for IkeSen for each of the suitors, (except for Hideyoshi cause I forgot to, and it was during a collection event and I'm trying to keep my suitor keys stocked up since they're hard to get 😭😭😭😭)
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Unrequited
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“What a horrible thing it is to look into your mother's eyes and see the love for you vanish. I’m sorry you had to raise a kid you didn’t want. I love you.” the cradle, berthe morisot
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You can let it go
You can throw a party full of everyone you know
The security the moon bought her was something Emily deeply missed about the summer's she spent with her grandfather. Him, so different to his own daughter who only had alway the same thing in mind. Politics. He was the one who showed her how to look closely at the sky, searching for stars. That's why Emily learned to take on the company of nature brought, with each night that she spent alone in her larger, oversized mansion.
She felt alone, the bunch of bodyguards always attentive in that house never made her feel any safer, nor comfortable. She had ached to be held for so many years, that when Jennifer Jareau, her new colleague at the BAU had hugged her tightly she almost broke down crying. JJ didn’t even know her, but Emily learned the hard way that those hugs would be the only constant thing she would have wherever she was in reach of the media liaison.
Emily had tried in her lifetime to be so many different people, so many hobbies, languages and extra curricular activities, all of them chosen carefully, comparing them to her mother's interest, for when they had to be inside of a room, alone together. It was not like her mother cared about her studies. She didn't. But Emily talked about them either way, never missing the little changes in her mother's posture when she reacted to something she disliked. Emily found the path to make her mother care. She destroyed herself, for nothing.
She thought then, that if she wanted to be loved so much, she had to learn to be everything her mother detested. She did it. Emily managed to get under her mother's skin and it worked, the ambassador had come to realize that her daughter, once little familiar, so polite was turning out to be like her late husband. Someone who didn't want to make her happy. Elizabeth had tried to fix her daughter, she had really tried, pointing everything she was displeased for. It didn’t work, so she took more trips to Europe, the necessary measures to leave her daughter alone, apart, something she didn’t see, didn’t happen. She left one night and never came back.
The inability to close her eyes was still there. Emily was not a very good sleeper. Not even when she spent so many nights parting in some unfamiliar kid backyard. No matter how tired she came from that, her body was not ready to rest. Emily had been drained of that lifestyle, the tiredness she felt deep in her home didn't make it for her brain to shut off and sleep. Something her therapist had recommended to her was actually to lay still in bed. Not thinking about not actually sleeping, but resting her muscles and her mind instead. There was something that didn’t let her sleep, after all these years Emily thinks that she had found the answer.
Being lonely was not a problem. It was never a problem, she was used to it. Tonight, it actually mattered, she could not really pinpoint why? Why did she need her mother so intensely? It could not be because of the case. They got kidnappings of children so often that she barely shed a tear when the parents and kids were reunited. It was something more. Something she didn't know where to start looking out for. But still here she was, ringing into her mothers house, talking to the security guards she has known since she was a kid. Moving her car forward to her mothers new house.
Elizabeth Prentiss had never stayed in the same house for too long. Emily’s last bedroom, the last room she had before leaving to the university had been sold out with the house she spent part of her childhood in. Emily was not someone who had sentimental value for things she once lost, for objects that didn't really mean anything to her. She never cried when she came back from the university to her old home and saw another family playing happily in her front yard. It was something she never really could do, she really didn’t understand at that moment how not having done something could make her so sad.
Emily was face to face with the large front door that separates her from her mother, funnily enough, the length of the door might as well be like something that had divide them into two, Emily had tried so hard to climb it, since she was little she had tried and when she thought she was close enough to get to know her, to understand her, something shifted and brought her down, making her bruises that would stay there, not healing, they could not be seen, not by other or even by her own mother. Elizabeth had never focused on her daughter enough time to see, to notice the suffering she was part of.
Her mother had never been one to open the door for anyone, she doesn’t even know why she was surprised when a maid opened it for her, directing her to where her office was located, first asking her if she had an appointment. Later then leaving her waiting, seated in an overspensive chair when she replied a polite ‘no’, her surroundings with drawings of mountains and fields, nature, something her mother detested, what was she thinking in the first place?
How can she be her mothers daughter? They never really had the same interest, never really connected. She had her mothers name as a middle name. At least Emily really thinks they didn’t not like what she did with her grandpa when she was left there in her holidays, maybe that’s why for some time she considered Paris home. Perhaps she could even move there wherever she retired from the FBI, buy his grandpa's old house and live there, solely living off what she planted. But her mother was not the one who named her, his father was.
"Miss Prentiss?" Her surname was called, not with the same emotions her team called her. Derek teasingly as he passed her the first coffee cup while she arrived at their break room, or Aaron, sternly not letting her go after an unsub unarmed. For the other she was 'Emily', for Reid who never got a costume to call her by uer surname or JJ, who loved to shorten her name and said it with so much care. Penelope who was always happy to see her, "Ambassador Prentiss is ready to see you"
Ambassador Prentiss, the woman who neglected her family, who only thought about politics and made her husband walk out on Emily when she was merely three years old. Ambassador Prentiss, a title that Emily resented so much, for not letting her have the only parent she should at least have. When her father walked out of her house, suitcase already prepared, a letter neatly flowed on their kitchen table, Emily knew. She knew that she was going to never see him again. No matter what, he promised her that he would call her and they would spend time together. She should have known. He never kept a promise.
“Emily?” Her mother's surprising tone should not have bothered her, not now that she knew the probabilities, “What are you doing here? She was standing in front of her desk, her computer opened all the way, papers spread all over her desk. Disorganized, something Emily thinks it's passed down to her.
“I was in the neighborhood” It was not a lie at all, Emily was in fact in the neighborhood, she came from Rossi’s house, who offered a glass before going to her home. Only someone like Rossi would have chosen to live close to her own mother. It was a rapid decision, something stupid, now that she ponders over it, she must have forgotten, she always does.
“Okay” Her mother’s tone hadn’t really changed towards her, she spoke as her daughter was someone she had to win over, Emily was accustomed to it, but somehow she would have wished to have a mother like Derek’s who offered her cookies the time her son was in jail by something he did not commit. Or like JJ’s mother, Sandy, who welcomed her one Christmas when she blurted the first year she was with the team that she didn’t really have any plans.
The silence between them felt heavy, there were so many things she wanted the answer to, that she really didn’t know what to say, what to talk about. Part of the reason she almost went into politics, but that the fear of becoming her mother had pushed her aside to something she had always been curious for. Something that helped her find a family she had always carved.
“Are you enjoying the BAU?” Her mother asks before she has the time to sit, that means that her visit had to be short, if there was something she knew about her mother, was how she treated her guest, who she liked, who she did not tolerate, she was not even looking at Emily as her mother typed away.
“I would not say enjoying” Emily stated, she liked her job, but for it to happen someone had to die, that was the part she did not enjoy from it. The rush she had when they were right and save another victim was enough to keep going and perfecting her skills, “We deal with some horrible things”
“I thought that was what you wanted” Her mother states as she still doesn’t look her way, her tone it’s not really what Emily was looking for in her mother, it lacked warmth, the kind of tone Penelope had.
“It is” She answered, this time she doesn't want to stay much longer, the reason she was here was completely forgotten. Her mother looks up to her and stares silently in her direction, “Then you do enjoy it”
“Enjoying it feels wrong” Emily would use other terms to describe her job she enjoyed hanging out with her team after a case, or the girls night that the job had given her. But her job, she liked her job, but something she wished people didn’t have to die for her to do.
“What would you call it?” Her mother inquired, taking off her glasses, she was tired of the conversation, which meant she was ready to finish it. To throw her out of her office at least. But she would be too impolite to say it herself, she would wait for Emily to finish, that was something she really learned across the years wherever she was forced to accompany her in her Ambassador duties.
“Why do we have to end up like this?” Emily questined, she was tired and really this was not how she planned to finish her day, in mid argument with her mother, she really should not have thought of any other ending to this. She chose to come here, to her mother's house, she knew how it would end.
“Where’s the bathroom?” Emily asks, not letting her mother respond, it would be the same phrase she always uses, one she learned to hate so much. The only thing that was constant was the times both of them were home where the arguments happened almost every time they crossed paths.
“Ronnie will help you get there” Elizabeth responds as Emily hands her the purse she came with, she wasn’t going to let her mother go away so easily, not now that she just arrived and had her full attention.
Emily splashed some water, completely ignoring the make up she applied this morning before going to the bureau. She was anxious and at this point in the day she didn’t care much about her appearance, she just wanted to have answers to the questions that kept haunting her. She wanted to make peace with the part of her childhood she knew she was never going to recover, but she needed closure for that, an answer that her mother was the only one that could give her that.
When Emily comes back she takes a seat in front of her, she needs to be as close as possible, to have her attention if she wants answers, "why did dad leave?"
"Because of you" The response was not supposed to sting so much, she barely remembered him, but she thought that between her parents he was the only one who had loved her. She was wrong.
"What?" She felt tears picking in the corner of her eyes. Her mother, or in this case the Ambassador, it was the persona she was talking about wherever they talked. The shadow of what her mother had been was long gone.
"He was tired of taking care of you" Her mother chuckled nervously, "I never wanted to be a mother" Elizabeth paused looking at her daughter, she was sure that Emily already knew that," I did it because I loved your father, until the moment he chose to walk out, leaving me with you"
Emily felt angry, angry at her mother for laying the blame on her. If she had known, she would not have felt so overwhelmed by the case they had weeks ago where an unsub was killing high powerful women, when they found the last body Emily could not help but visualize her mother or even herself laid in the cold morgue of the state they were in. To think that for a moment she had been afraid of losing her mother. The only parent that she had around. "I didn't even chose to be born"
Her mother doesn't tell her that she is sorry, Emily knows that she can't really can be "You made my life hell Emily, it tried so hard to love you, but I..I wasn't meant to be a mother"
"Are you telling me that it was my fault? Your inability to love me was my fault?" Emily chokes out, she should know better than this. She was a grown up adult. She knows how to be more composed than this.
"I'm just saying that-" the door opening forcefully stops her mother's words. Emily didn't really need to hear more, this was everything she never thought she would need to cut the ties with her. This was the last time she would ever come back here.
"Enough" JJ's stern voice cut through the air, Emily tuning around and her gaze landing on her colleague. The FBI liaison stood there, arms crossed, she seemed to be angry. Perhaps she was angry at her. She had promised to hang out with her as soon as she left Rossi’s house. She should have messaged her at least to let her know her change of plans.
"JJ" Her name turned out like a desperate sob, JJ knew partly why Emily had come inside, why she wanted to face her mother. She opened her eyes as Emily came crashing into the hug, clinging into her, JJ placed a kiss on her friend's hair. Eyes still firmly looked into the person she was enraged with.
“Let's get out of here” JJ guides her out, just like the maid explained to her, Emily’s purse already in her left hand as the other arm was cautiously over the brunette waist. Emily stopped in her tracks when her eyes scanned over the vacant parking lot, searching for her own car, but could only locate Jennifers. “Where…How did you know I was here?”
“I called Dave” JJ states as she opened the car door for her, going towards the drivers side, she turned the car into life and put the heating on, “I had a gut feeling that I would find you here when Rossi claimed that you we gone for about an hour”
“I’m sorry” Emily apologized,leaning into her friend, she knew that JJ would not start the car until she was good enough. Jennifer shakes her head, “It was not your fault, okay”. Emily nodded rapidly, how it could not be her fault?
“I did have to cancel your surprise party" JJ lightened the conversation disclosing what she had been preparing for weeks, “Seeing as the birthday girl wasn’t going to show up. I had to sent the guest home”
“I ruined my own birthday” Emily muttered, she was 35 freshly turned, “I just wanted to…I wanted for my mother to wish me a happy birthday” Emily paused sniffing back tears, “I don’t know why it hurt so much, she didn’t even remember the other ones, what did this one have that it would be special to recall?”
"My birthday has never been significant for her," Emily paused looking out to her mother's home, "I don't know, it has been irrelevant. I have been irrelevant for her"
“Buckle up” JJ stated as she started driving, she was determined to make Emily’s 35th birthday as memorable as possible, Emily needed to remember her birthday with something good. That was exactly what she was going to do. JJ was going to turn this into the best birthday Emily has ever had.
JJ’s apartment was full of balloons, presents scattered all the way to her living room. That was the first thing Emily noticed when Jennifer turned on the lights. Emily felt so overwhelmed, more so when she noticed at least ten glasses set up in the kitchen sink. Ten people. She ruined ten people's night for not showing up to her surprise party. She even ruined her own day. JJ’s hand was firmly pressed against her back, warm against the fabric of her shirt as she guided her towards the couch.
“Look at this mess” JJ muttered under her breath as she noticed how Emily gaze flickered down at the champagne glasses from her previous guest, “I’m not going to clean it up now, we can use it for tomorrow”
The remains of a party that she didn’t get to enjoy. Her own surprise birthday party, she never had one, she had thrown a lot during the years and had confided in JJ that she didn’t have one. Her best friend made it true, but at what cost, she didn't get to be in it. Instead she was getting answers.
“My mother…there must be a point in my life where she has loved me right?” Emily inquired, JJ’s gentle fingers in her hair, massaging her scalp, it calmed her, “If I had followed her footsteps maybe she would tolerate me more”
“She wouldn’t” JJ’s voice was firm, as if she believed herself, maybe she did, Emily could not focus that much, a grief that she had inside for too long, was devouring her. Mourning for a father and a mother that she never had. A family that she wished so hard to have, but that she never had.
“How can you know that?” Emily inquired turning around, completely pressing their bodies together, she needed to feel close to something, to somebody, she needed to see that she still had someone to lean into. Because JJ always let her, she let Emily bury her head in the crook of her neck, warm skin pressed against her check as she heard the liaisons heart thum thum thum, beating, alive. Emily hopes that she could somehow never lose this.
“Some mother’s aren’t meant to be mothers'' JJ's simple response makes Emily have to take a deep breath, she needs to calm herself down. It was done. She had closure with her mother. Still, she was sure that wherever it would be her turn to leave, that she would cry, like she did with her father. Like she would do for anyone she once loved.
“What a perfect day” Emily muttered, “I went to my mothers house, for her to wish me a ‘happy birthday’ and she didn’t even know” JJ’s movements stop completely, she notices that the liaison tenses for a few seconds, her heart picking the rhythm up for a little. Emily lifts her head with caution.
JJ swallows, changing her position, so she is seated in her couch, “She knows” JJ pauses as the words register in her best friend, “I called your phone before going towards your mothers house and she picked it up”
“What did she say?” Emily inquires, she knows that it would not be good. She recalls JJ’s entrance, how she entered the room, the quickness she had to keep her apart from her mother. JJ knew, she had to know that their mother daughter relationship could not be nothing more than professional, “please”
“No” JJ’s voice was soft, like it always had, “I’m not going to let you hurt yourself like that” JJ walked away from the couch. Emily felt relieved, she didn’t want to know, but part of her wanted to understand how her mother could have learned to hate her so much, “Was it my fault?”
“None of that was your fault” JJ turned off the lights as the candles, Emily’s birthday candles illuminated her way into where her best friend was seated, “You were not the issue, Em, you tried to please someone who was solely born for politics. Politicians can never be pleased, you know that”
“Now, I believe that it's still your birthday” JJ announces, placing the cake in her little coffee table in front of the couch, Emily positions herself next to her, her body pressed to hers. Without any space in between, they have always be like that, “Wish something before blowing out the candles”
“Would it be too much to ask for her love?” Emily inquires, blurting out her wish, she knew that it would be impossible, she had asked that same thing wherever she had a cake in front of her, and nothing happened, there was no magic that would make her own mother love her or even care about her daughter.
“It wouldn’t” Emily feels how JJ holds her hand, the movement so familiar for them, their fingers interviewed like most of the time are, in New years wherever they have to count back the second to welcome in a new year, they always find each other. Emily can’t really say that she didn’t even think how JJ’s lips would be on her own.
Emily blows the candles, the fire dissipating with a single puff, letting the darkness surround them, but she knows JJ, she could make her whole silhouette in the dark, she had studied her blonde colleague so many times, that if she wanted to, she could locate her lips, lock them with her own, Emily was sure that with the action she would still find nothing but love beneath.
"What did you wish for?" JJ inquired, her voice a little bit farther since now, a low light was hanging above them, the soft lamp JJ had purchased when she first moved in. Emily remembers how the two of them spent that afternoon, with glasses on wine, encircled by the instruction papers.
"I can't exactly reveal my wish can I?" Emily said as she drank from a glass of water JJ had bought her when they first came here, her gaze flickering between her colleague's lips. It was not the first time that happened. Emily was sure that it would not be the last.
JJ agreed with a nod, "I hope you like the cake I've picked for you" She had grabbed two plates, "the birthday girl usually does the first cut". Emily takes the knife and slowly gets a piece of the cake out. Like herself, she had lost so many pieces trying to become a better version for those who didn't even tolerate her, that now she feels incomplete, she doesn't even know who she is.
"It's a great cake" Emily teases, she profusely picked the side where the writing was not engraved, she liked to hold onto the message JJ had chosen for her, she places a lingering kiss on the cheek of her best friend, "thank you"
JJ breathes in, she tries to regulate her fast beating heart when she feels Emily’s lips in her skin, she should not be reacting to her touch like that. She shouldn’t be reacting to Emily like that, not today. Not after the day the brunette girl had. How can her heart be so selfish right now and lean in a little more as the kiss lingers more than ever?
“How does a mothers love feels like?” Emily mutters, her head lowered in JJ’s shoulder, a position she took upon wherever they seated together, side by side in the jet, moments before sleeping, the familiarity in everything that surrounded them was so calm, Emily thinks that they belong with each other. But perhaps she doesn’t have the energy to confess it today.
“A mother’s love is really no different from a mother’s hate” JJ responds, a chill running down her spine, she had experienced two types of childhoods, she knows, “The intensity between the words, the rage, everything is exactly as the love they hide” JJ pauses reflecting back to something her own mother told her, back when Ross was gone, “Did you ever heard the phrase, grief is all the love you could not give?”
Emily nods, she reminisces back to when her grandpa died, how she felt full of rage rather than sad, she was angry at him for leaving her so soon. For leaving her forever tied with her own mother, with nowhere else to go, but back to what she had a hard time calling ‘home’, where her mother and her resided.
Only one of her teachers had noticed her low academic declinment and forced her to go to talk with the school counselor, who cracked her open in two sessions with her. That woman had been kind and honest with her. She had explained to Emily that indeed it was normal to feel angry at him for leaving, but in the end all the anger would dissipate and the sadness would come in strongly, without her noticing. The sorrow would try to swallow her down, the memories and happy times would not have the same impact they once did. Most importantly she told her that it was okay for her to feel sad.
“Your mother” JJ takes in a deep breath, she was in no way a profiler, but she had her own share with grief and unrequited love with people from her own family, “Your mother, all she can feel right now is rage, but her feeling enraged or angry towards you is something good”
“How so?” Emily inquired, a yawn escaping lazily within her, she looked at JJ’s living room clock, it was late for them to be talking, her birthday was coming to an end and her wish was still not fulfilled
“Emotions are a complex thing” JJ states, her hair was already messy enough and no matter how much she brushed it, there was something there incapable of staying still, “That your mother feels something towards you even if it’s rage it’s a good thing” JJ drinks a little bit of water, her throat becoming dry in the process, maybe it was for the truth the words carried, or how much they hurt when her mother explained them to her when she was merely eleven years old, “A mother feeling something towards her child is better than if she feels nothing. It means that deep down she cares”
“I’m grieving for the mother that I had?” Emily was confused, she understood that her mother feeling something for her rather than not caring about her meant something, that Elizabeth still was attentive wherever she called, enough to call her back, showed her that maybe down the road there could be something there, even if it was insignificant.
“You are not grieving for the mother you have” JJ closed her eyes, she took herself a moment to get her point across, “You are grieving for the moments you wish you had between the two of you”, she noticed Emily had her eyes closed as she heard her.
“I already grieved for my childhood” Emily explained to her, “I grieved for my lack of stability and the places that I wished so hard I could have stayed when I finally got myself comfortable there. There is nothing more I can grieve from there”
"Teenage years?" JJ inquired, Emily had not let her too much inside her life, not her and no to anyone in the team. Emily had always been a guarded person, JJ had known it the first time she had hugged her, the first time they met. Her new coworker had been tense as she wrapped her arms around her. JJ did not give it too much attention, until some years later.
"Came back from my university to see that my mother had sold out the house she barely stepped a food in" Emily chuckled sadly, "I went to my car and cried my eyes out" Emily moved her position, this time looking up to JJ, who was calmly staring to her switched off TV, where they had see so many movies together, alone or with Penelope.
“And what about now? What about today?” JJ acknowledge, she knew that Emily could not bury what happened today to her so easily, she needed to have some sort of catharsis to get it out, she needed to talk
“What do you want to know?” Emily announced standing up, she was tired of being still, she needed to move if she was going to talk about the urge she had to go to her mothers house, why she stood thirty minutes in the street parked in front of her mothers house before getting the necessary courage to enter.
“Why you appeared there out of the blue” JJ wanted to underst her, she wanted so hard to get to know Emily’s reasons, deep down she knew that it was because she cared too much about her, that she was asking, instead of letting her go to her own home, but something was telling her that she needed Emily to stay. JJ needed her tonight.
“I guess that if I appeared there and comforted her so that I would have a reason” Emily admitted, she really should have seen it coming, her mother was never going to do it, she didn’t know why she ran away after work, after all her coworkers wished her a very ‘happy birthday’ towards the only person that didn’t care enough to know.
“A reason for what?” JJ inquired, Emily pacing in her living room was making her uneasy, she had never seen Emily so unsettled during the years she had known and loved her, Emily was everything to her, the last person she wished to see sad or even distressed. A person she confided nearly everything to, Emily was who she went to when she felt like the word was out of perspective for her.
“A reason for being unlovable” Emily chokes, with the words trailing out of her mouth. She spent so many years trying to ignore that feeling, the feeling that maybe she was not made to be loved. That she was not made to have stability during her life, and much less her love life. So many relationships because she was so intense and emotionless towards her partners.
“You are loved” JJ’s voice soothes her, Emily could not really believe her, how could she? After everything her mother said, how her father walked out of the house because of her, how could she be worthy of even someone's love, when her own mother didn’t even love her?
“My wish hasn’t been fulfilled” Emily announces as she sees the clock hit midnight, her birthday finished, she could leave this birthday behind, the story with her mother buried deep between her wounds. She notices how JJ walks towards her, she grabs her face, softly her fingers caressing her cheek, her lips so close to her own
“I love you” Is everything that JJ mutters as she locks her lips with Emily’s, her heart lowering, the muscles relaxing as she notices Emily pressing herself more into the kiss, into her, lips bruising against each other, as they both try to hold onto this moment, without letting go. It was everything both wished to do, and it was happening, it was finally happening, after years of unrequited love from their relatives, they found that love in one another.
Emily had lost part of herself every day she saw her mother look away from her, every minute she had to spend alone, by herself, with nobody around, the ambassador so deep in her work, her grandpa dead, she had nobody to lean into, until JJ. JJ who had changed that loath she felt to contact. JJ turned all of that into love, something she was sure she was going to cherish forever. JJ had been unknowingly a vital part of her growing up.
Emily really could not think about a better birthday than this one, her best friend or maybe something more by her side, candles already condensing into the melting cake, the remains of a party already forgotten surrounded them as JJ lead her to her bedroom, sleep came in easy to her wherever she was with someone she trusted. Jennifer made her want to take care of herself and it was something she would have to learn to do, something her mother neglected to do. But she was not alone. Emily had her and she knew that no matter what, she would never have to be alone again.
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I swear what is up with male celebs dating the most problematic people. First Henry Cavill (which doesn’t surprise me because of his own comments he’s made), then Sebastian Stan (apparently he’s not dating her and is allegedly dating Annabelle Wallis now) Chris Evans, and now Dylan O’Brien. It seems like it’s a pattern for celebs to date someone who seems like a really cool person only to be exposed as either racist, homophobic, misogynistic, or fatphobic. And sometimes the person is all 4.
I honestly never had any problems with who any celeb dates and when I would see who it is, I would just be like “oh they’re so pretty” and “oh they seem pretty cool” and “I’m so happy for them” just for it come out a day later that they aren’t a decent person. Literally not being racist, homophobic, and etc.. is not that hard and is quite literally the bare minimum. It does not take that much to be a decent person. And i get those tweets are old, but everyone should know back in 2012 or 2013 or 2018 that saying a racial slur is wrong and it doesn’t matter if you were a teenager or a young adult, you should know better. And all of sudden deleting the tweets and blocking comments doesn’t necessarily mean you know better now, it just seems like you didn’t want to get caught and be held accountable. Either way, if they want to date those type of people then that’s their prerogative, but don’t expect that people will still look at you the same way. I honestly wonder what goes through their pr teams heads?
I am out of the loop on this one, has Henry's gf made other racist moves? If so 🤢🤢🤢 I hope he dumps her fast. Also, he's no stranger to stupid comments and failing to react in the face of racism and discrimination, sadly. It's why I'd rather avoid running into my idols, it's so much better to appreciate from a distance than find out celebs you love are racist, homophobic, mean, etc.
Celebs focus on image so, they are looking for perfect optics and tend to be quite shallow. So it's no surprise to me when their partners turn out to be shaddy. The thing is, if your partner is a racist but you want to claim you are not, I won't believe you because in supporting your racist girlfriend you are supporting racism so you are, in fact, a racist. People need to start taking responsability for their views. Did Henry date racist women? Yes. Therefore, clearly being inclusive isn't at the top of his values otherwise he could have never gone for a partner that has a racist mentality AND he has a history of this by now. So, while I admire his work and look, I question his views.
As for Dylan, his girlfriend seems extremely, how should I put this...lacking in neurons? My point is, I think, in her stupidity, she thought she was being cool by appropriating the n word. Which is beyond absurd. The lack of cultural awareness and empathy is quite sad. Ignorance should never be an excuse in these situations. It's why I hope that Cultural Sensitivity will be taught everywhere, because we all come from different backgrounds and cultures and we may have limitations imposed by our programming so it's important to learn about cultural differences and how to honor and celebrate them.
I question Jensen the same way due to Danneel, she was a bully in her early twitter years and also on the red carpet (see her maxim event interview where she disses bai ling) and she is truly questionable as a human, she tries to hide it through fake activism but high quality people won't buy that because they know those who truly value activism get involved on deep levels while she isn't even able to hold a coherent discouse about the causes she supposedly "supports". She also deleted her whitewashing of MLK when people pointed out that she shouldn't teach her children to white wash. Instead of using that opportunity to create a discourse and bring awareness to a highly important topic and give the people in the know a voice, she deleted their comments and then finally deleted the post. She then proceeded to call them "bullies" during a live she supposedly held to show she was an ally...I think that speaks volumes. Then there are the numerous lies from where she went to college, to how she got work, to pageant participation, to many, many more. Her character truly makes me question the real nature of Jensen Ackles' personality, because she contradicts everything he claims to stand for.
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It’s interesting to discover who you are at your core. Who you are when you’re alone with your thoughts. No one to judge you or hold you to any moral standards. Where you’re allowed to entertain your darker thoughts. I feel that, as I grow and heal, more often than not my moral standards naturally lean towards good. I have so much compassion and empathy, that I forgive just about anyone, no matter how wrong they have done me. Even when I’m alone with my thoughts. I consider circumstances, I consider a persons life experiences, I consider the psychology of their actions. Learning about myself, that I am annoyingly positive also explains it. I wouldn’t go as far as to call myself an optimist, though I’ve tried it out, I still consider myself a realist. Yet, the flighty, imaginative, willfully naive, hopeless, head in the clouds, dreamer side of me that only wants to see the world in peace and harmony always always always wins.
I’m laying here at 1am thinking about my parents. Both of them were diagnosed with cancer recently. Both of which seem pretty serious. And all the things I wish I could say to them before they go, things that probably would help heal me. It goes something like, you absolutely destroyed me and I just want to know why. I am, a broken, lost, scared, and lonely human. And when I think back to when I was little, to some of my first memories, who I’ve become as I’ve healed, as I’ve begun to learn who I am again, is the exact same little girl who never understood why i deserved so much pain. I still have the biggest heart, I still feel fulfilled by helping others, by spreading love, by seeing other people happy, successful, and thriving. I never feel envious, it never makes me feel bitter. When I think about the people who have wronged me, it makes me happy to think of them growing and healing too because at the end of the day we all want the same thing, to feel fulfilled, whatever it means to each of us.
Thinking about my parents dying, while it doesn’t devastate me, it also doesn’t bring me joy to know they’re suffering. I keep feeling like I’m not reacting enough, like I’m not reacting properly, like I should care more. When my mother calls me crying, I feel.. uncomfortable. I feel empty. I keep searching for something to say, everything feels so insignificant, and disproportionate. I really want to care, I really want to be empathetic and compassionate. I don’t know if this just goes to show how deep rooted my trauma is. I am not someone who holds grudges by any means. I feel like something inside me is just broken when it comes to my parents. I have no patience for evil people. Maybe it’s because I feel like they don’t care or acknowledge the cruelty they forced upon me as an innocent child.
My development started with not understanding why these people hurt me, were always angry and upset with me, and all I remember thinking as a 6 year old child was how I would do literally anything to please these people, to make the pain stop and yet to this day I don’t know what I could have done differently. At the age of 7, I had a teacher ask me about the marks all over my body, the welts and the bruises, and without hesitation I came up with a lie on the spot, to protect the people who were stupid and cruel enough to leave marks up and down my body. Luckily I’ve never been a good liar, so my reward was having to occasionally strip down for these two strangers who would search my body for marks because their job was to protect children from harm. They weren’t around for long though.
By 8, the suicidal thoughts had started. So I decided to kill myself the only way I knew how, by holding my breath. I would hold and hold and hold until I was lightheaded and blue in the face. I never so much as passed out but I like to think of how funny it would be now, to think back on when i would have woken up from trying to stop breathing because I wasn’t even old enough to understand that you can’t kill your self by holding your breath.
I would go on to face years of abuse - verbal, mental, physical, sexual, torture, neglect. Witnessing an unstable marriage, substance abuse, domestic violence, and financial instability. I started to abuse myself even, the self mutilation, the starving, the suicide attempts. The incessant daydreaming, dissociating, escaping into my head to avoid my reality.
And here I am worrying about if I’m not being empathetic and compassionate enough to the people who never showed me an ounce of mercy. I am told often that I’m too forgiving, that I let people go too far, I let people come back even after everything that transpired, that pushed me far enough to remove them from my life. I blame having to regularly endure abuse and having to wake up every day and tell those people I loved them, the people who were chipping away at my soul, who were changing me into this dark, ugly, empty, and angry creature.
Let me be clear, that I wasn’t someone who broke rules. I never skipped school, I never talked back, never snuck out, I never drank alcohol or did drugs, I never had sex. I buried my nose in books, I memorized Taylor Swift albums, and I tried to exist as little as possible. I never asked for a dime of money in my life, I never asked for clothes, shoes, makeup, toys, electronics. It still begs the question of, what did I possibly do to deserve it.
The icing on the cake is that these people didn’t even conceive me. They adopted me. It’s not even like they were stuck with a child they didn’t want.
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Old Truths Ch. 9 "Freedom Part 4"
Yep, another Crocodile learns that he's Luffy's mother fic because why not? Also, I'm making him the Snake Princess before Hancock because I'm already in Crocomom hell so why not pile on more to it, right? Expect a reunion with Dragon as Crocodile goes on a journey for the truth and eventually finds peace.
~!!!POTENTIAL TIGGER WARNING!!!~
So, I don't actually know if this really needs a trigger warning, but I'd rather be safe than anything. This chapter has some angst surrounding growing up poor with a neglectful parent and trauma. I put a * at the start and end of that content. Or you could skip the chapter all together. I'll put a quick gist of everything that happened at the end notes if you want to skip.
When he first woke up in that dark room, the children had pushed themselves against the back wall, trying to put as much distance between them and Crocodile. Afraid that he would be just as cruel as every other adult they’ve come across since being taken. Crocodile didn’t know how to react at first. He could only stare, refusing to accept what he was seeing. The cuffs around his wrists rub his skin raw as he carefully pushes himself against a wall, wincing at his shoulder.
“It’s alright,” he says without thinking. He’s never been a kid person. Kids are loud, messy, needy things that he has never had the patience for in the past. But sitting in this dark damp room, staring at fifteen tear stained eyes, he’s overwhelmed with a feeling that he’s never felt before. A feeling so strong that deep down to his core he knows that he will not let anything happen to these children. He has to stop and correct his face into a gentler expression before saying, “I’m not going to let them hurt you.”
Those simple words were all it took for most of the children to run forward and throw their arms around him. The other’s stay put. Their trust in adults wouldn’t be so easily given. Not after what they’ve been through. In their eyes he can’t help but see a bit of himself. He had been the same way at their age. It had been his own mother that taught him to be that way. To be wary of anyone the world says is trustworthy.
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He never had a relationship with his mother. Despite being raised by the woman, he barely knew her. Apparently, she had been a mighty warrior, but other than that? Nothing. Before Crocodile was born, she was part of the Kuja Pirate crew and was said to be completely devoted to the Snake Empress. But Crocodile never got to see that side of her. By the time Crocodile was born, that adventurous, fearless woman had been turned into a silent recluse. A woman happy to spend her days smoking a pipe while staring out at the horizon. Crocodile can still see her in his mind, her dark hair spilling over the top of her chair with muddy boots lazily propped on their balcony railing. Never saying a word unless to tell him to go and fetch more tobacco or to ask when dinner was ready.
He spent his entire childhood staring at the back of her head, trying to get a response—any response—out of her. One day he had been practicing his archery when one of his arrows went a little too far off course into the jungle. While trying to retrieve it, he had slipped and scrapped his knee against a rock. It wasn’t a normal scrape; it had cut deep into his skin, exposing tender flesh. Not knowing what to do, he went to his mother, crying and begging for her help. He had grabbed her bony arm, shaking it helplessly while wailing in pain. He can still remember the way it felt as the blood spilled down his calf, dripping on their old splintery floor. Even with her child pleading for help while in excruciating pain, still, she didn’t turn to him. Instead, she lifted her pipe to her thin dry lips and blew out a steady stream of smoke. The pain in his leg became overshadowed by the overwhelming ache that came with the realization that there was nothing he could do or say to make her turn to him. She would never open her arms and hold him the way other mothers did to their daughters. She would never smile and give encouraging words when his self-doubt started to get the best of him. He knew then that the day he would wake up to find her happy and finally well enough to be a mother, would never come.
Crocodile had stopped going to his mother after that. Stopped telling her about his day despite knowing she would never respond or even nod to his words. Stopped asking if she was feeling well or if she was hungry. Stopped trying to bridge the never ending gap that separated them. After that moment he became crushingly aware of just how quiet and empty their home was. Without him filling the space with pointless chatter, that silence ate away at him until, without realizing, he was slowly becoming a recluse too.
He had tried dressing the wound himself. His trembling hands fumbling with the handmade ointment he concocted out of the plants from the nearby jungle. He remembers dabbing at the wound, struggling to see properly through fat heavy tears before ultimately giving up and wrapping it with a few strips of an old shirt he used as bandages. He spent the next few days trying to ignore the overwhelming pain in his leg until it started to smell, and a neighbor woman forced him to go to the doctor. The doctor had scolded him when she discovered his infected wound. Apparently, the homemade bandages he used weren’t clean and only made the wound worse. He had quietly apologized and sat motionless for the rest of the visit, trying not to flinch with every touch.
When he had tried to leave after being treated, the doctor stopped him, refusing to let him leave until his mother came and picked him up. She sent someone to fetch his mother and told him to stay in the waiting room. Crocodile had been unable to tell her that his mother would never come, the words stuck in his throat. So instead, he sat in the waiting room and read through the few books she had laying out. Eventually a few girls his age sat across from him. They swung their legs as they spoke to each other, glancing in his direction from time to time.
Eventually he heard one whisper, “Why is she so dirty?”
Crocodile’s heart had practically stopped. He stared down at his clothes, the dirt stains and tears suddenly becoming obvious for the first time. The girl next to her nudged her, “Look at her leg. She probably just fell and got dirty.”
Crocodile had breathed a quiet sigh of relief, grateful for this girl. It wasn’t true of course. That was how he always looked back then. As the day crawled by, eventually the doors to the waiting room opened and to his complete surprise, in stepped his mother. Everyone in the room had stared at her, some shocked, others silently disgusted. Crocodile’s heart dropped to his stomach. Never in a million years did he expect her to actually come. But there she was, with her greasy hair draped over her shoulders, frizzy and tangled from never being washed or brushed, her clothes covered in stains and holes, her sunken face and already sharp features making her look practically ancient. It had been so long since Crocodile had actually seen his mother’s face that he was unable to do anything but stare in shock. That is until, the girls across from him had turned to each other, both wide eyed, the corners of their mouths quirking into smirks as one snorted, “Oh.”
“Let’s go.” His mother’s voice was like gravel from her constant smoking. Her glassed over hooded eyes trained on a spot in the room, never turning in his direction. Even then, she was refusing to look at him. He wanted to leap from his chair and run. Run out of that room, run to the edge of the island, and jump on a ship that would take him far away. So far that he could start over, live another life. A life where he would never be looked at and hear that awful, Oh, ever again.
But he didn’t do that. Instead, he hastily slid from his chair and limped out of the office, desperate to get away from the prying eyes. The doctor had been standing in a doorway, watching. She wouldn’t let Crocodile leave because she had wanted his mother to help him walk home. Instead, his mother walked slowly behind him, making her own child limp helplessly out of the office. Crocodile’s face flushed red with hot tears streaming down his cheeks.
When he finally managed to limp home, he had thrown himself down on his bed. A bed that consisted of a single old child mattress that he was quickly outgrowing. He pulled the old dated sheets over his head and let himself cry. He remembers covering his mouth trying to muffle his choked sobs as tears dripped down his nose soaking the old mattress. His leg throbbed with pain, but he didn’t care. His mother walked through their tiny dilapidated house and reclaimed her spot in her chair. He hears her rummaging in her tin box where she kept her tobacco, then she cursed.
“Hey,” his mother coughed, “go get me more tobacco.”
Crocodile sniffed, struggling to swallow the knot in his throat before saying, “I can’t… walk…”
His mother had cursed again, angrier this time, before getting up and stomping across the room and slamming the door behind her, shaking the house. Eventually he pulled the sheet down from his face and sat up. He stared at his clothes. They were hand-me-downs, given to him from some local women. They never fit properly, and every piece of clothing had some form of hole or set in stain that no amount of washing could get out. He reached for the little nook by his bed where he kept books, homework, and everything else he owned. He pulled out a small hand mirror that had a crack going down the center. Staring at his reflection he noticed for the first time just how much he resembled his mother. He pressed his lips together, desperately trying to hold back tears. His face was just as sunken in as hers, his features sharp and unpleasing to the eye. His dark hair was just as greasy, his face was smudged with dirt and the sauce from breakfast, and to top it all off, his body was covered in a thin layer of dirt.
The mirror shook as his whole body trembled. He decided then that he would never be like his mother. That no one would ever be able to look at them and go, oh. As if this was all he could ever be. His clothes would never have holes in them, and he would make sure he never smelled. He would sacrifice meals if it meant being able to free himself from a life of dirt and silence.
Once his leg healed enough to walk on, he made his way to the river to bathe every morning and then again at night. There were public hot springs that the rest of the village used, but he couldn’t make it that far. Even when his leg healed, he couldn’t get himself to go bathe with the rest of the village. The weight of their stares too heavy to bear. He saved money by buying a cheaper brand of tobacco for his mother and stuffing it into a box of her usual brand. When going to get food he would shove some extra cash into the spine of his favorite book and use whatever that was left to buy groceries. This meant he would go with little to nothing to eat some days. He had to give it all to his mother, otherwise she might realize what he was doing and stop it. Not because she would be worried for his health but because it would make her angry to know she hasn’t been smoking her expensive tobacco.
Whatever money he was able to steal, he used to buy soap, new clothes, and detergent. For the first time in his entire life, he was wearing clean clothes, his hair shined not from grease but from being clean. His skin was smooth and fresh with a light scent of flowers. Sure, he was hungry most of the time, his ribs becoming a little too noticeable, but he didn’t care. Because for the first time in his life, he had been so proud of himself. He no longer shirked away from mirrors or kept his head down when walking through the streets. He wore clothes that he picked out himself! Brand new clothes, never worn by anyone else. For the first time, he was proud of who he was.
But in the end, none of that mattered. The damage had already been done. The kids at school had already made up their minds about him and were contempt to keep him at arm’s length. At one point, a girl spread a rumor that he had lice which only cemented everyone’s opinions, despite it not being true and him being the cleanest he’s ever been. Even the clothes he had been so proud of, wasn’t enough to sway them into friendship. While all of the other kids wore similar shawls and little loincloths, leaving most of their skin exposed, he had picked out clothes that nearly covered every inch of his body. He wore pants that hid his bruised and scarred legs and a shirt that didn’t expose his stomach or chest. These clothes made him feel good inside, but to the other girls, it was just another reason why he didn’t belong.
And it wasn’t just the kids. When he tried being friendly to teachers or elders like all the other girls, they would always have this look on their face. As if they couldn’t understand why this strange child was speaking to them. The ease of conversation when other children went up to them, excited to share whatever news they had, would vanish the moment he opened his mouth. So, he stopped trying to reach out to the adults too. And just like back home, when he stopped trying to initiate conversation, desperately trying to form a connection, he realized that even there his life was surrounded by suffocating silence.
Despite all this, he couldn’t give up school. As much as he hated the mocking from the other kids and the teachers never taking his side, he couldn’t stop going. At school he could read books about the outside world. He could find an escape and get lost in a story. His favorites were the stories about pirates. He would sneak a book home and read under candlelight while his mother passed out on her mattress pressed against the wall across the room from his. He would imagine himself as a pirate captain on the wide open seas. In his head he wore the finest clothing, had fine dining every night, and never worried about money ever again. He found a picture of a pirate in one of his books. Everything about him was different from the people from Amazon Lily. From the way he dressed all the way to his male anatomy. When Crocodile would fall asleep dreaming of becoming a pirate, he never saw himself like the women in Amazon Lily, instead he always pictured himself looking like that pirate.
One day, after arriving at school and going straight for the library, he found nearly all the books gone. Every book containing life from the outside world had vanished. He had torn through the few books that were left. They were all about plant life, fighting styles, and things like that. Anything that had even mentioned a man was torn from the pages or written over. He had been frantic, horrified to find his one escape gone.
“They don’t want us reading those books anymore.” A girl had said. Crocodile had stared at her, trying to fight back frustrated tears. She tilted her head, letting her perfectly silky hair fall over her shoulder. “They’re worried more girls might turn out like you.”
Crocodile didn’t plan on attacking her. It just happened. One moment she was standing over him, grinning down, enjoying his pain. The next, he was on top of her, swinging punch after punch. Her once glossy blonde hair was now matted with dirt from the library floor and her picture perfect face now a bruised mess with a bloody busted nose. It had taken a teacher to get him off her. When he had successfully been dragged away, he took in the faces of his other classmates. They had never looked at him with anything other than annoyance or disgust. But now they were looking at him with a new expression. Fear.
The years went by pretty fast after that. That little stunt in the library hadn’t awarded him any new friends, but it did change the dynamic between him and the others. Now they were more hesitant to speak badly about him. At least to his face. They still hated him, made fun of him behind his back, but at least now he didn’t have to hear it every single day. He still stole from his mother, determined to stay clean and neat despite no one else caring. When his body started growing and changing, the body dysmorphia came back with a vengeance. He had once felt proud of how he looked and the way he dressed. But now? With his breasts poking under his shirt, his hips and shoulders somehow being too wide and narrow at the same time, they no longer fit him the way he wanted them to. And just like before, he found himself avoiding mirrors.
When he was old enough, he decided to focus all his energy on training. Learning how to shoot a bow and arrow, hand to hand combat, learning and mastering haki, all of this would become his new escape. He’d like to say he was able to build a relationship with his trainer, like all the others did, but he didn’t. She was more willing than others to work with him, but she made sure to never cross that line from trainer to potential mentor or friend. Crocodile didn’t care. By that point he was used to not being close to anyone. When the day finally came for the tryouts for the Kuja Pirates, he had stopped himself in the doorway of the house. His mother, still in her chair but now with greying hair hanging over the back, smoking her pipe, never turning away from the horizon.
“I’m trying out for the Kuja Pirates… mom.” His voice had sounded so strange. He couldn’t remember the last time he had spoken to her. But this was a huge milestone for him. This had been what he was working towards. It should have provoked some form of response out of her. From the few stories he had gathered about his mother, being part of the Kuja Pirates had been what she was proud of most. But it still didn’t surprise him when she didn’t move. He had lingered in the doorway, the heavy silence gnawing at his chest, before turning away and closing the door.
There was to be a tournament to see who the Kuja Pirates would recruit for their crew. Crocodile had been waiting for this moment almost his entire life. he would be picked to join their crew, leave the island, and the first chance he got, he would sneak off, never to be heard from again. He would leave this place behind once and for all. But that’s not what happened. At the time, Granny Nyon had been standing in as a temporary Empress after the last one died of a mysterious illness. When the tournament was over and Crocodile stood the victor, she decided then that he would become the next Empress.
Those that didn’t know him, cheered out of excitement. And those that did, stared in complete horror. Crocodile had been speechless. His heart pounded so hard against his chest it felt like it would burst out at any moment. He doesn’t remember much after that. He only remembers standing in the palace, Granny Nyon at his side, speaking excitedly about his new responsibilities and everything that would be expected of him. Then he had turned to a room filled with people, all staring directly at him, waiting for him to speak.
It was all too much. He had spent his entire life wanting someone, anyone to look at him without something other than annoyance or disgust and now that he does, all he wants to do is run away, crawl into a hole and seal it up. His voice caught in his throat, only able to make incomprehensible noises.
Granny Nyon had clapped her hands and said, “She’s too happy to speak!”
The women had cooed and awed while Crocodile struggled to breathe. His quiet world was now filled with unrelenting noise. It seemed like people popped in and out of his chambers whenever they pleased. When he was able to get a moment of peace, there was always someone waiting nearby ready to drag him back to the spotlight. And they touched him. They touched his hair, his face, his clothes. He felt like everywhere he turned, someone was reaching out to touch him. He hated every second of it.
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So now, as children cling desperately to him, it takes everything for Crocodile to not recoil in disgust. To not shove them away or cringe when their sticky hands grab his arms or wrap around his waist. He stays still because if he moves, it will be away from the children. He cannot allow himself to become another disappointing adult to children in dire need of help. He swallows, trying not to wince when a child hits his wounded shoulder and carefully opens his chained hands, letting a little boy rest his head onto his palms. The boy’s hair is damp and matted with sweat. He’s so young, probably only a year old. How could they take someone so young and for what purpose?
Crocodile stays completely still, trying not to let his uncomfortableness scare off the children. Suddenly, the ship rocks, causing everyone to lose balance as the sound of clashing forces explodes in the distance. When there’s another much louder clash, it’s much closer and causes a stronger lurch of the ship. Some of the children scream while latching themselves even tighter to Crocodile. Even some of the more cautious kids are now inching closer.
“What is that?” A girl asks. She’s a giant but still noticeably young. She’s sitting across from Crocodile, her knees hugged tightly to her chest. Her right eye is covered with a bandage. A recent wound. Crocodile gently wiggles himself free of the children and stands. He tilts his head, trying to pinpoint where the fight is coming from when their ship is hit again, sending Crocodile flying against a wall. He pushes himself back, groaning slightly at the intense pain shooting down his spine and up his neck.
“Alright,” he says, sweat starts to bead down his forehead. The pain in his shoulder is intensifying. He stares at his shackles. He won’t be able to help them like this. He looks to the room and says, “Stand back.”
They do as he says, giving him enough room to coat his arms with haki and break himself free. He lifts his hands to his collar before the giant girl grabs his wrist, stopping him.
“Don’t, it’ll explode if you try and take it off!” she warns with the shake of her head.
Crocodile sighs with an understanding nod. “Of course it will.”
There’s another crash from outside the room, this time much louder. When he can make out muffled voices on the other side of the door, he turns to the children.
“I’m going to take your cuffs off, okay? It won’t hurt but you can’t move.” He explains, hoping it comes out gentle enough to not be frightening but firm enough for them to understand the severity of the situation. They look scared but don’t protest. One by one, Crocodile breaks them free of their chains. He can’t do anything about the collars. He’ll have to hope and pray he can think of something when they get out of here.
Something cold rushes over Crocodile’s feet. He looks down to see water rushing in from under the door. As he frees the last child, water begins to seep through the ceiling, dripping on their heads. The children are frantic now, some trying to climb up his legs to avoid the water, others still pressing themselves to walls unable to escape. Water pours down onto Crocodile’s head, making his hair fall into his face. He swallows an angry growl while trying to push his hair from his face and keep himself from tripping on the clingy children.
He stops, takes a deep breath, and reaches down to gently move a child so he can walk towards the door. Someone is definitely on the other side. It could be marines. It could be Dragon. He shakes that thought away. No point getting his hopes up. Either way, if they stay in this room much longer, they’ll all drown.
“Everyone, back up.” Crocodile instructs. They do as he asks. Crocodile steps back before kicking the door. It rattles and shakes from his kick but doesn’t budge. He does it again but still, nothing. He grits his teeth, preparing himself for an even stronger kick before delivering the blow and watching the door fly off its hinges. He freezes when he sees a man in a yellow suit and marine coat standing in front of him. The man doesn’t move, momentarily frozen in shock. Crocodile turns his eyes to another man, standing past the marine. Dragon.
He hadn’t actually expected to see him or thought that he would actually come. But here he is with his dark wild hair dripping wet, his tall sturdy frame tense from battle. Crocodile watches his glare slowly shift into something lighter. Into relief. He struggles to understand why Dragon would be here. Is he relieved to see him? Then Crocodile blinks, realizing as he turns back to the room that, no, he’s relieved to see the children, alive and safe. The reason why he was here in the first place. Crocodile buries the familiar feeling of disappointment deep down and puts all his energy into getting these kids out.
“Let’s move!” he says, breaking the kids from their terrified trance. The giant girl steps out first, her eyes locked on the two terrifying men standing in the rising water. Crocodile swallows and forces his voice to soften, “Help me lift them through that opening.”
Crocodile points to the gaping hole in the ceiling. Water pours in from the heavy rain, collecting on the floor, steadily rising. He hates to ask her for help. She’s just as terrified as the others but with his wounded arm he knows he won’t be able to lift all of them up that high. While they work together to lift the children up, Crocodile realizes that the marine has a beam of light building on his fist. So far, he and Dragon haven’t moved. He curses, gritting his teeth while bending down to scoop the last three children in his arms. His shoulder throbs with pain but he manages to jump through the ceiling. The rain is coming down even harder than he was expecting. He glances back down at Dragon and the marine. They are both staring at him, still stuck in a daze. The marine’s building light fades and Crocodile realizes that this is a chance for Dragon to get the upper hand.
Crocodile shifts the three children in his arms and calls down to Dragon, “You better not let him kick your ass.”
This breaks Dragon free from his trance, giving Crocodile enough peace to run away with children to freedom.
Pretty much this chapter just shows what Crocodile was doing while Dragon kicked Kizaru's ass. Seeing the scared kids, it reminded him of his childhood and growing up in Amazon Lily. His mother ignored him his entire childhood and the village treated him like an outcast for being different and is basically why he finds being the Empress suffocating (being ignored your entire life then suddenly having all eyes on you is a lot). It ends right before they go off into the city.
Read full story HERE on AO3!!!
#Old Truths#Ch. 9#Freedom Part 4#sir crocodile#crocodile#crocomom#monkey d. dragon#amazon lily#crocodile backstory#angst#one piece#one piece fanfiction#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#crocodile had a bad childhood
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Extraordinary Attorney Woo (2022)
Genre: Legal drama, Romance
Synopsis: Woo Young-woo is a young lawyer, who graduated with the highest honor, but she has trouble finding a job because she is autistic. Eventually, she does get a job at Hanbada Lawfirm, and she is put on a team with a supervising lawyer and two other newly graduated lawyers. Young-woo is gifted with a photographic memory, and it helps her recall every law and pieces of evidence necessary for their cases, but because of her autism, it is hard for people to take her seriously. With her team, Young-woo fights to take her rightful place as a lawyer like any other, all while solving the different cases that are thrown at them.
Episode info: 16 episodes / Runtime around 70 minutes
Lead cast: Park Eun-bin (Woo Young-woo), Kang Tae-oh (Lee Jun-ho), Kang Ki-young (Jung Myung-seok), Ha Yoon-kyung (Choi Su-yeon), Joo Jung-hyuk (Kwon Min-woo)
Link to watch: You can watch on Netflix or Dramacool
Drama rec masterlist | Drama rant thread (beware of spoilers)
I do not really know how to start this review, so I think I’ll start with a quote from this article called Extraordinary Attorney Woo is autistic representation at its best and its worst (I found this article a very interesting read as it goes over both the positive and negative aspects of creating a drama like this - for example, while some people feel really represented by this media, this drama is now also used in South Korea by children to bully others who are “different”).
“It’s unrealistic to expect one character — or even one series — to fully represent the full scope of a disability. And even shows that are aiming to do good can fall short.”
It’s also important to note that I am not on the autism spectrum, and therefore can not and will not speak on the behalf of neurodivergent people (or whatever else they might identify as). I will do my best to go at this like I would any other drama, though I do want to start with stating that I - for once - did some research before going into this drama.
I heard a lot about the show, but did not want to watch it, if the people it is supposed to represent does not feel like it was doing its job properly.
From YouTube, I found the creators Stephanie Bethany, who did a video on their thoughts about the drama (here), and Tsuki Iwamoto, who has made an entire series reacting to the drama (here) - both creators are autistic, and I loved seeing the drama through their eyes. So if you liked the drama (and even if you haven’t watched it yet) I highly recommend watching their videos on this.
While in general, it seems the drama has been positively received, there are of course also people out there, who might not feel represented, and I would love to hear your thoughts as well!
Now for my thoughts on this drama; it’s overall super cute and easy-going, while at the same time handling some very sensitive topics - of course mostly related to the obstacles Young-woo faces because of her autism. While the over-all plot is focused on her, it does also go through the typical kdrama tropes you will see in other dramas, so often Young-woo is “just” another lawyer on a case, and she works like everyone else - just in her own way.
I also really like the one-case-per-episode format that is keeps throughout, as we get to see the team handle all sort of different moral end ethic dilemmas as they try to do their best in a new job. And the romance is adorable in all the best ways!
I’m always a sucker for teams coming together, learning and growing together almost like a family, and this does all that and more. It leaves me wanting to know more about them; how they end up and are they happy after the show ends?
Overall, just a fantastic legal kdrama that I highly recommend watching!
There are rumors of a season two already, and while I will probably watch that, I will not review it here.
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It’s CMA-
Hello:) I was feeling lethargic because of spring forward aka daylight savings haha. I’m acclimating slowly but I’m feeling better, and I did eat right after I sent in that ask; thank u for the reminder:) (I didn’t want to stop mid-ask in case tumblr deleted it/I forgot anything)
And yes the fight flight freeze thing is a really fascinating response! It’s interesting to note that I just listed the most common order because some people have overridden their system by habit- like how clover skips straight to freeze. It’s also not always in that order- for example a lot of things freeze first in order to take the time to make a decision.
I shouldn’t have said it as if it’s set in stone because it’s not; esp in humans- it’s more like a pathway that gets more worn down and easier to walk the more you use it. If you end up going through the motions and ending up at the freeze option, you might start skipping the first two or not noticing them altogether.
It’s kind of an interesting parallel to how like athletes, esp boxers and stuff, have to overcome their instinct to freeze or run away when they see something coming towards them and learn to quickly fight/react physically instead. Except in her case, she is skipping to freeze instead.
It’s also like how animals who play dead do so as a last resort. They are so scared that they think that the only way they’ll be able to survive is by making themselves super vulnerable. Same with showing your neck being a sign of submission…. Idk lololol I’m getting off track
(there’s also a really dark example of this being taught to human children but I don’t know if I want to go there… but also we are talking about developmental trauma so idk lmao)
I think that I’m unfortunately getting used to reading textbooks and distancing myself from these cases because they are so tragic and it’s hard to do that all the time, but stories like this help to like… put me in the shoes of the person and not just analyze them?? Idk idk there’s something to be said about that but I’m too tired to articulate it
Okay there’s more but I’m working so I’ve got to go lmfao. *insert terminator I’ll be back gif*
I AM SAVING ALL OF THIS INFO OMG I LOVE LEARNING NEW THINGS! 😍🥰❤️
Darling you're amaziiiiiing! 😍😍😍
Btw I totally get it with reading it and such, I feel like lots of psychologists/psychiatrists do that so that they would like...be objective and professional and such? ❤️
It's so interesting to learn about this! ❤️❤️❤️
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