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f3mbo1cthulhu · 3 months
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🥰🥰🥰My Polyam OCs and their parents! (Because we gotta see where their fatherly issues stem from)
Set 1: Margret’s Parents 🥀🦇⚰️
Set 2: David’s Parents 🚢🌊⚓️
Set 3: Joseph’s Parents 🧳🚬❤️‍🩹
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wombywoo · 8 days
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vinillain · 1 month
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Wakfu S4- The Great wave
Something I find really sweet is how Yugo now carries the dofus of his little brothers in him like the Goddess Eliatrope carries their people 😭😭
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Like it’s not the exact same but the parallels of power and having to protect what is essentially your family and future is CRAZYYY
Eliatrope with her children that the necromes seek to consume for power and Yugo with the dofus (holding his little brothers and sisters) that the council wish to take to gain/rid him of power
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I hope we get some more tender moments in the manga of him reflecting with the dofus and the little brothers and sisters who sleep inside them. A nightmare where they are taken for him to wake up and hold his heart to see if they are still there.
He lost much of the family he just gained in s4, and now he holds them metaphorically and quite literally in/as his heart. He can’t search for his family anymore, he has to make it himself. And he has to protect his loved ones in order to do so. (As he is now the only one to represent his people and stand in as the true leader/king)
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I could do an essay on the paralells between these two (aswell as Nora and Qilby) but these two especially make me insane. They are driven by their love for their family, blood or not. The pure hearted naivety and genuine love to make the world a better place. And the difference and similarities because of their trauma. (It’s not said enough but if Oropo hadn’t been there for Yugo in episode 9-10 he really might have ended up becoming just as traumatized as Eliatrope is.)
And they way he is literally her heart, her feelings of love. As his people are to him. (Reminds me of Toross’s “I like to keep the things I love close, it’s not practical but it works for me” line)
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I will sing the praises of the Eliatrope-Yugo parallels for the rest of my life they are literally my everything. (I hope we get a scene in the manga of Yugo going to space with the dofus to look for her in a moment of weakness….)
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catgirljaneway · 5 months
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if there's one thing Kathryn Janeway is gonna do, it's look at her employees like the 🥺🥺 emoji
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whatlovelybones-if · 5 months
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concept trailer (?) for the deep dive into MC’s past without giving much away 🤭
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muffinsin · 3 months
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Ok, please dont pressure yourself too much! Please delete my requests if there, well, shit.
Anyway, readers been dating one of the sisters for a while n for some reason or another rs mother visits. But rs mother isnt exactly the greatest mother to r and to summarise abuses them, emotionally or physically up to you tbh. Holding them up to ridiculous standards and tells them she wished she had aborted them, generally just being a bit of a dick- making fun of how the reader looks and thinking they have ownership of the reader and her body bc shes their mother. Lady Dimitrescu is not tolerating this in her castle and as much as she wants to ignore it she cares for reader bc her daughter loves them (idk if that makes sense) so she comforts reader like a mother should, praising reader when their mother has just shouted at them or something.
Queue to the sister finding Lady Dimitrescu reading to reader whilst there curled up on her lap with a blanket. (Motherly)
Idk if any of this makes sense, feel free to completely change parts of this.
With fruitiness,
Deluded anon
A rare Alcina post here! Because the prompt was just too adorable and I love this tall murderous woman as a mother figure🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ this one’s quite Alcina centered for once :)
Keeping this Bela/Cassandra/Daniela neutral for once! :)
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You know, today is the day your mother is coming over. You know, it was bound to happen, too
The moment she picked up on you living in a grand castle, she suddenly acted interested and invited herself
A declination of her “request” is not possible. Aside from this, your lover is most keen on meeting her
You haven’t yet had the courage to tell her about your mother, nor about the woman she truly is
How can you, when your lover’s mother is just perfect?
Alcina is kind, and caring. She’s strict, but out of love. She shows affection, and she practically showers all three of her daughters in praise. She never fails to comfort them or point out that she is proud of them no matter what
Neither of the Dimitrescu family members notice your yearning look when you watch your girlfriend hug her mother and receive a kiss on the cheek or forehead in return
It’s breakfast time- your favorite time. In general, mealtimes are your favorite. It’s the times of days when all sisters and their mother are together
Alcina never misses it. She always pauses her work, even on busy days, to spend this time with her daughters and you. It feels almost like a privilege to sit among them, sometimes
However, now all you feel is dread, and yet: still hope
Perhaps your mother will be influenced by Alcina, positively
Still, you feel dread knowing she will be here shortly
A few hours later, you stand in the main hall and fiddle with your girlfriend’s dress as you wait for your mother. You know, she won’t be much longer
You almost flinch when the heavy doors open, yet can’t help the involuntary smile when you see the woman that has birthed you step inside
Your smile falters when she immediately begins to complain about the cold and the frustrating path it took to get here. Your girlfriend chuckles nervously, as though unsure what to say, and you can only join in
Then, your expression turns to a hurt one when she begins to criticize things and you already
Starting with the state of your clothes- a little rough looking from your roughhousing with Daniela earlier today
You blush in embarrassment and shame as you’re scolded, your hand squeezing your girlfriend’s tightly
Next, your posture is criticized. You stand straight again, tears welling in your eyes at your mother’s words
Unworthy. Filthy. Ragged. A waste
You’re quick to greet her and ask her how she is doing when she scolds you for this, too
But it seems even that can’t be done right, for she simply starts scolding you for not checking in more often
After all, how is it she only learns months later that you are dating one of the “monsters” of the castle?
Her displeasure makes it quite clear, even if it has been already: she intended for you to work there and earn her money until your demise
You flinch when she steps closer to you, as though to examine you
You spare your girlfriend a pitiful look as she attempts to interrupt, yet is cut off by your mother’s tsks again
She comments on your clothing. One of your favorite outfits, made to ruin by her. The colours, the fabric, the style is all criticized
Then, your body
You flinch when a finger sharply pokes your stomach
“And I thought they would feed you less, here”
The comment stings, and has both, you and your girlfriend, tense up. Her, in anger. You seem to only shrink into yourself
You know, she’s looking for a way to keep back your mother without causing offense. She is still your mother, after all
You hold back your tears when you’re criticized again, your hair, your face, your arms and hands
“I love them and how they look”, your girlfriend protests when your look as a whole is criticized
This makes you jump in surprise, and whimper when it causes your mother to finally turn to your partner
She examines her, as if determining her worth
She scowls at the tattoo on her forehead, yet her features soften at beautiful hair, a regal-looking face, a smooth neck sporting a necklace with a very obviously expensive gemstone
Smooth skin and a seductive figure, a beautiful, if gothic, dress clinging to her and hugging her body and curves perfectly
Your mother laughs for a moment
And it stings when she points out: you’re not at all worth your girlfriend’s time
Of course, your lover immediately corrects this. She assures: you’re her everything
And yet it is only met with a scowl
Your eyes snap back to your mother when she calls your name, her own eyes icy cold
Upon being asked how much money you make, you fall silent
Living at the castle and being in this relationship, you don’t make any. You work, yet not for money, but to support the staff and ultimately Alcina. You don’t get paid, simply work to keep busy and support
After all, why would you be in need of money? Your girlfriend’s money is yours, now. And hers is Alcina’s. Being paid for your work would only come from your own pocket, ultimately
You don’t dare tell your mother about this. You refuse to risk her taking any of the money that belongs to the Dimitrescu family. A warm flutter spreads in your chest momentarily as you realize: it includes you now
Yet, this doesn’t satisfy at all, and you flinch as she throws up her hands and yells
After all, she sent you to this place to earn money for her! And here you are, empty handed and happy? She’s fuming
She screams, calls you a mistake, a waste
When your lover steps in front of you, arms crossed and yelling back at last no matter the consequence, you take it as an opportunity to slip out the room
You run, tears blurring your vision as you sob so violently, your body trembles
You aren’t even sure where you’re running off to, or for how long you have been running
You’re ashamed as the staff sees you sob and run last them. You just want to get out of sight
You’re running fast, and before you know it, push through several doors until you burst into a room
Only when Alcina gasps in surprise at the intrusion do you notice you’ve stumbled, seemingly automatically, into her office
Her eyes are wide, and for a moment she looks ready to strike
Then, her eyes soften. She knows the little human that has stumbled into her study. You are no mere staff member- you are the that has wooed her daughter
She frowns in concern at your state. Your heart beats so fast, unnaturally so. You’re distressed
Your expression is pained, and tears stick to your cheeks and jawline
She can’t help but care for you. You are important to her precious daughter- as such you have grown into the countess quite a lot
You sob quietly as she gets off her chair and moves towards you. A door is closed, and a large hand sets on your backside
It’s guiding you, you realize, towards the large chair in the corner
To your surprise though, she sits down before you can. To your even grander surprise, you’re lifted on her lap
Ignoring the blush of embarrassment on your cheeks, you can’t help but reach out to feel the fabric of her dress
For a moment, Alcina watches you as you fiddle with it. It seems to help you, even as you still cry a little
You feel her large hand on your back, the other set over your knee, covering it whole. Her thighs are large and steady, but comfortable, and there is a warmth naturally radiating from her body that the sisters seem to lack
You feel grounded, with her here. It makes you feel better, even as you sit in silence
You find three loose strands on the dress, and she watches curiously as your fingers immediately move to it
Her hand hovers, ready to stop should you pull like her two youngest daughters like to do
You aren’t, though. Alcina watches in confusion as you begin braiding the little strings between your small fingers
You work gently, and meticulously
When you finish, you trace the tiny braid
“What meticulous grace you possess, little one”, she praises, her eyebrow raised curiously as she traces the tiny thing with her index fingertip
You can’t help but feel a light, happy feeling in your chest at her words, and feel it settle there among the darkness caused by your mother’s words
Your tears have dried, and yet new ones roll down your cheeks at the mere memory of her words just before
You aren’t quite sure you’re ready to share her words yet, but thankfully, there is no need
You feel her move about, until you find yourself pulled close to her, with your head comfortably resting against her chest. It’s rare you feel this at ease, even as sobs wretch your body. You feel warm when her arm slings around you, as though protecting you from the evil of this world
You see now, how the sisters are so devoted to their mother. You couldn’t quite understand from your own experience, but it’s clear: Alcina is different from your mother in every way
You sob quietly as you turn, your body tucked into hers. Due to her height, you fit perfectly against her stomach and chest
You cringe a little as you notice your tears wet her expensive dress, yet as you attempt to pull away, a hand comes up to the back of your head
Not strong, or forceful. Not even threatening. Reassuring, rather. She wants to keep you there
“Don’t mind them, little one. Tell me what happened”, she demands gently
You feel yourself relaxing against her, your hand coming up to hold onto her dress
When you open your mouth, it takes a few second for words to spill out. Then, you can’t stop yourself
You cry as you talk, slurring and stuttering, whimpering and trembling. But her piercing, golden eyes are warm and stay on you, and her arms do not untangle from around you. She does not interrupt you either, and yet it feels like she understands every little of your broken words
Her brows furrow in anger quickly at the words spilling from your lips
How dare someone treat you this way? Alcina thinks a lot of you. Obviously, or else she would not allow her daughter to be with you. She would not have a fool for her precious darlings, after all
Lucky for you, Alcina approves of you. And as such, she is enraged by your mother’s words
“Unworthy?!”, she gasps, utterly shocked upon hearing your mother said such a thing
“I am yet to deem people unworthy”, she protests. A silent, but honest phrase. You catch the meaning: you are worthy, according to all whose opinion matters
You feel yourself calming down a little again as she talks, praise after praise of your qualities falling from her lips
You’re quite surprised she has paid you much mind, really, but feel content in her arms
Eventually, as she talks, you feel yourself calming down
Your head is tilted upwards against her chest, and you feel your eyes slipping shut as she traces your features with her fingertip
Alcina watches curiously as she does this, first tracing your brow and nose, then your cheek
She remembers doing this the first time, with her eldest daughter back when she was a child and experienced distress the first time. Seeing as it calmed her down greatly, it’s now her go-to
And it seems to calm you, too
You don’t notice you’re hugging her and pushed up against her until she shifts her arms and you find yourself curled up in her spacious lap
Through heavy eyes you see her pick up a book, and with a tired smile on your lips, you cuddle closer as she begins to read
You don’t recall the last time you felt this relaxed with anyone that wasn’t your lover
As her words turn muffled the more sleep takes over you, your eyes feel heavier and heavier
Your mother’s words no longer linger on your mind, instead all you focus on is the comfort and love you feel in the moment, the happiness and acceptance
You don’t notice when your eyes slip shut, but with a smile, you fall asleep at last
An hour later or so, Alcina jumps when her door is slammed open again
This time, her daughter is the one entering the room, her fist clenched and a scowl on her face
“Mother, I’m going to kill someone!”
She laughs fondly at the remark, the book clasping close as she rests it on the small, unoccupied space left on her lap
Just as her daughter attempts to sit down there too, she shrieks in surprise and swarms backwards upon finding the space occupied by- you
Alcina smiles at the adorable expression on her face
She pulls you a little closer, then extends her arm and gently pulls her confused daughter closer
“Come here, my little fly”, she coos, sensing the woman’s anger at your mother. As expected, she purrs and eagerly leans into the countess’s touch
Alcina smiles lovingly as she, at last, too climbs into her lap, settling comfortably and purring contentedly
Even in your sleep, you feel your lover pull you closer, and even as you sleep; a small smile shows on your lips
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cigarettedolly13 · 5 days
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To me, Scream will always be the most relatable and timeless horror classic. Not just because of its grounding in reality, and satirical take on classic horror films but because we’ve all been personally victimized by a guy with mommy issues at one point whether we know it or not.
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dirtytransmasc · 8 months
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Alicent and Aegon are so Virgin Mary and Jesus coded, in a sick and twisted way that it barely makes sense, but at the same time just... does.
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a mother and her child born damned from the start, yet she loved him to her core, accepting her fate, accepting she would lose him and then herself.
she carried him, birthed him, raised him, loved him, devoted her very being to him... she lost him, grieved him, lost her mind in his absence. the gods her only respite, yet, when she needed them most, when she needed them to protect her son, her baby, her reason for being, where were they?
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Jason's time in the league except he knew Damian.
Like yeah I know Damian is a test tube baby and got aged a bit faster or something but imagine this.
Talia, no matter how mischaracterised, develops a soft spot for Jason while he is catatonic. She is also a mother and has been/is undeniably in love with Bruce. No matter how much it sounds like she only loved Bruce to produce the perfect heir, they were in love, even if it was just once. She, mother of Bruce's child, raising him to be strong, the way she know how, ready to let him be free and meet his father, shall he desire. That same mother finds Jason, the dead son, of his grave, wandering, his mind never fully there, and decides to heal his injuries and help him heal.
Maybe that wasn't the plan, at first, maybe she never expect to be mother of a child not biologically related to her. Maybe by the way she was raised or by the standards that surrounded her. But now? As she watches her child, because Jason is her son, murder is professors because he finds them unworthy of breathing. Maybe then she realises that motherhood was something she wished for, maybe living peacefully. She wouldn't, though. Maybe in another time, but now? She had her father to manipulate while watching her children thrive.
Maybe they could've been in a life without blood, but the doubts it. The kids are attracted to danger, most likely, they love saving. Albeit their methods bloody, she knows it won't last long, with her beloved so close.
Maybe she lets Jason go back to Gotham, followed by a couple Shadows under her and her sons command only. She calls every week, checks in, asks what his plans are, how the bat is doing. Maybe she lets him yell at her, his frustrations wild, that she knows can only be pleased with blood, that she knows makes his opinion of his family twisted. Never of Talia, no, maybe he never called her mother, but she is sure he would never let her see him this way otherwise. Maybe it's because she saw him at his worst, once, but maybe, maybe she can dwell on maybes, for once, and hope that Jason does consider her his mother. Even if she could never replace his late mother, at least letting her help him with his plans is the most she can ask for.
With that, she understands Gotham, instead of being through reports, news, old tales from her beloved, it's from her son. Soon, it would be from both of them.
For now, until Jason creates his big reveal, finishes his plans, deals with whatever issues he wants to deal with, she will let him have Gotham to himself. She will keep her father away. She will continue doting on Damian, as she will tell him stories of her beloved, The Bat, and let his eyes shine. As she could not preserve her sons innocence, but she could try to ignite their hopes.
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banes-favourite · 2 months
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Gortash being held by a female Durge/Tav and crying and sobbing uncontrollably for the first time in forever because he's 8 years old again and getting a hug from the woman who should have given him one but instead sold him off like he was property
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frannonfire · 1 month
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my the biggest red flag is that i think mary hatford would be a great mother in normal circumstances
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❤️ Love of my life ❤️
(Bonus : Rebecca Ferguson being a cutie on set)
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danmeichael · 1 month
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If SY were to interact with other MXTX characters how many and who do you think he'd be able to wifebeam
the only characters he absolutely would NOT be able to wifebeam are hua cheng, xie lian, and lan wangji. i believe without a doubt he would wifebeam wei wuxian though. he is so vulnerable to beautiful scholarly autistic men.
the majority of side characters are absolutely done for though. wen ning? gone. obliterated. pei ming? fucked. absolutely fucked. sy bottles bisexual awakenings and forcefeeds them to unsuspecting victims. jiang yanli is a married woman but i think she and jin zixuan could blow his back out together. aromantics are immune from the romantic implications of the wifebeam but will still be obsessed with him in some way. only lesbians are safe.
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ilovedonnabeneviento · 5 months
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I genuinely have an unhealthy obsession with donna beneviento. She's occupies my thoughts 24/7 365. I want her so bad it's unfathomable, istg I'm a maladaptive daydreamer and I need to be put in a padded cell
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rustpuppy · 17 days
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pushing jonathan aside and making out w martha sloppy style
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swordbending · 2 months
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Listen, I haven't read any of the atla books or comics so I'm making no claim as to knowing what happens in those, but these tags from @bloody-wonder got me thinking about azula redemption and her mommy issues and more importantly her daddy issues. Because wouldn't it be much more interesting to see azula finally come to a reckoning with her dad being an abusive piece of shit? Wouldn't that help her make longer strides towards a true redemption? Are we seriously still going with the idea that Ursa is the only reason or even the majority reason that azula is The Way She Is?
Like. Of course Azula needed to deal with her mommy issues, of course they needed to address those in the comics, but I'm of the opinion that those are much easier addressed than the issues her father would have given her. And maybe the comics do address those issues, again, I make no claim to know what's happened in any of those lmao but Azula realizing her dad is an abusive piece of shit and unlearning all the harmful stuff he taught her has to be a more compelling storyline (and much better redemption storyline at that) than her dealing with tepid mommy issues over and over
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