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m4ndysk4nkovich · 6 months

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trauma is an explanation, not an excuse.

this is something i find myself thinking frequently whenever i look through what people have to say about fiona gallagher, or even what the writers of shameless have to say about fiona gallagher.

i think that a lot of the behaviors fiona exhibits throughout her run on the show make a lot of sense when you consider what she endured growing up.

growing up for her, it was about survival. it was about keeping her baby brothers (and eventually, debbie, carl, and liam, too) from freezing to death and about making sure her parents hadn’t overdosed. she was never worried about some of the things her younger siblings (such as debbie) worried about, which caused a strain in her relationships with them.

fiona grew up never putting herself first. she was a victim, but was never treated as one. her parents left all responsibility in her hands, and she was still just viewed as a help rather than a mother.

speaking of this ^ frank’s first line regarding fiona was calling her a huge help, and his last was telling her that she just helped. frank’s monologue from the pilot ended up being one of the most important scenes in the entire show (which i will discuss later).

after years of going without recognition, she starts to change. she starts to crave it. does this happen before the show starts or during it, i don’t know. in season two, debbie points out how fiona always makes everything about herself (which of course, debbie was criticized for). i think that debbie was right. in this case, i’d say that fiona making everything about herself is more her taking the responsibility over everything, because that’s all she knows. she thinks that she can handle everything because she’s been doing it since she was in kindergarten.

in season three, she actually gets guardianship of her five siblings, which is pretty big. she had even tried to adopt them all. so basically, she was seriously taking all of the responsibility. she even told jimmy-steve that these kids were her life. and they were.

then, she got caught up in work and life happened, liam ended up overdosing (because of her) and everything fell apart. this is where we were truly introduced to the fiona we know.

she had already been refusing to take responsibility in the first episode of season four (with ian), but by the time that lip starts to act cold towards her because of liam’s accident she begins to refuse to take any accountability at all. she claims to not be guilty, but she was. she was in charge of him, she left an open bag of coke out and liam got into it. she was guilty.

as the seasons go by, she falls deeper into this victim complex, and then in season seven, she straight up starts telling debbie and carl that she will not support them and that they need to pay rent. she tells them to put her on the bottom of their emergency contact lists. why is this an issue, you may be asking? because she was legal guardian. the only other person taking care of them was frank and if you want to know why frank couldn’t be it, think back to season seven frank (he had a whole new family, for starters).

that is child neglect. you can phrase it however you want to try to make it better, but in the end, that was child neglect, nothing more, nothing less.

in season seven, fiona is twenty-six. debbie is sixteen (with a baby) and carl is fifteen at that point, it doesn’t matter what they did, get pregnant, start dealing, whatever, they’re her kids. she signed up for it so she doesn’t get to act like she didn’t.

in season seven, debbie’s child is almost taken away from her and she asks fiona to help her get a marriage license so that she won’t lose franny. fiona says yes, but when debbie asks her to do it (and mind you, it was urgent, franny ended up being taken- just not by dcfs), fiona screams and says not everything is about debbie. she’s right! it was about franny. yes, debbie approached the situation wrongly but if you were sixteen and you were about to lose your kid you’d be that way too.

later in that season, when fiona finds out debbie’s child is home and safe, she gets irritated that she wasn’t the one to save franny.

is this because of her victim complex or her hero complex? is it maybe envy, envy of monica, who has never acted like a mother towards debbie, yet won her over that easily? i don’t know.

my issue with a lot of fiona fans is that whenever fiona is criticized, on screen or off screen, they use her raising five kids as the ultimate excuse. no matter what. even if she’s in the wrong, it’s all, she raised five kids!

i hate to be the one to say this, but being the oldest, it’s weird how people excuse her actions more than anybody else’s. out of all of the siblings, she’s the only one who we only ever saw as an adult. fiona was twenty-one in season one, and twenty-eight in season nine. she’s been a grown ass adult, she should be held accountable and should take accountability. lip, ian, debbie, carl, and liam all deserve the benefit of the doubt in some situations when they were younger, she doesn’t. she was still young, yes, when you’re in your twenties you can’t be expected to act fourty, i get it, but it’s still odd how babied she can be.

i’m not saying i don’t think that fiona should get any passes, or that i don’t think that fiona did it all, because she did. i excuse a lot of her actions, but not everything. it kind of diminishes her entire character if you excuse and twist every little thing about her.

the reality of it is, she is not a good person. neither are lip, ian, debbie, carl, and maybe even liam, eventually. one of the many points of the show is that they all just kinda… suck. they aren’t necessarily bad people, but good people? angels? no. and that’s why i hate it so much when frank, fiona, lip, and even ian (who’s one of my favorites) get defended for everything. it kind of defeats the purpose, they are shitty, they can do shitty things and still be good characters (not frank though lol); and the same thing applies but reversed, when characters like debbie, who was a kid in almost every season, get held accountable and shit on for every little thing, it ruins the character. you can’t see the good in her or see the impact her decisions actually make because you’re busy viewing her as this monster (when the monster in question is just a teenage girl).

even then, frank’s actions can’t all be excused by being abused as a child, fiona’s actions can’t all be excused by raising five kids, lip’s actions can’t all be excused by his childhood/addiction, ian’s actions can’t all be excused by his illness and debbie, carl, and liam’s. actions can’t all be excused by their age. the actions can somewhat be excused in some scenarios, but it isn’t like enduring trauma is a get-out-of-jail-free card for everything.

#fiona gallagher #shameless #shameless us #shameless meta #frank gallagher #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher shameless #meta #watch this flop

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actuallyevilgay · 4 months

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Hear me out, one of Tav’s parents went missing when he was very young. Later he finds out that the reason why his parent went missing was because Astarion lured them to Cazador.

I hope you read my about, Anon. This might go a little different than you expected. My first request :o I’m excited.

Oneshot: Daddy Issues

Astarion x male reader Content Warnings: Discussion of child abuse and child neglect. Mature language. Talk of Adultery. Notes: Tav gets a little unhinged from the doorframe. Tav is not a heroic person. Might not be lore friendly?

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The venture into Cazador’s palace was anything but easy, the smell of neglect radiated over the place. It made you wonder if the vampire lord even cared for keeping up appearances, but knowing how some vampires made their rule.. They probably cared more about causing fear than looking as good as they say in romance novels… There was nothing romantic about this place. The allure could’ve been a fantasy for the many victims Astarion was forced to lure into this damned place.

You wouldn’t lie, if this place was given a massive makeover.. It might actually make a nice home. Yet, it was better to keep that banter for after the upcoming battle. Astarion’s unease made your neck hairs stand on edge. You protectively placed yourself in front of Astarion whenever the party turned another corner. His undead lungs consistently caught a large breath at every stop. Like he was about to walk into another nightmare.

Certainly he would, and so would you. The dungeon’s elevator let in an air of absolute disgust. Not just the smell.. The sight of all the victims in cages.

After Sebastian lunged for Astarion in rage, you pulled him back. ‘’This is not your fault.’’ A part of you wanted to judge the poor noble for being stupid, on the other hand.. You didn’t have it in you to mentally process what this could mean. Being another one of Astarion’s victims? No.. No. Don’t you dare even think about it. This guy is already dead, walking into the trap was his own fault. You on the other hand, were here to help Astarion kill Cazador. He may have tried to seduce you under false pretences, but you fell for each other despite all that. You wanted to give him the world. You were not his victim.

‘’They’re all here.’’ He muttered. ‘’Gods. They’re all here.’’

You looked at him with a reassuring glance. ‘’Don’t think about it. Think about yourself.’’ The conflict in Astarion’s eyes remained briefly, pushing at the sides of his mind. He shook his head. ‘’..You’re right. There’s no use in lingering in the past.. Not now.’’

Confident, the party began to cross the room, ignoring the sights of all the vampire spawn in the cages. ‘’Maybe we should.. Free them?’’ Gale uttered, doubtful. ‘’And unleash a horde of ravenous vampire spawn?’’ Shadowheart spit back at the wizard. ‘’They look like they’ve never even fed!’’

Astarion shuddered, wanting to be out of here as soon as possible. He had to face this.

To your regret, as he turned to you once more for guidance, a familiar voice called out.

‘’Tav..? Son- Is that you?’’

You felt bile rise up in your stomach. You haven’t heard this voice since you were at least ten years old. ‘’My, so this is where you’ve been, after all this?’’ You started to laugh in amusement, making everyone around you raise their brows in confusion.

Astarion looked to you, then to the man speaking to you.. He blinked, unsure if this was one of his victims. You made eye contact with the vampire, your expression unreadable.

‘’Don’t worry, I’m not judging you.’’ You noted, before turning back to the man who had abandoned you. ‘’You.. On the other hand.’’

‘’Wait- Does that mean Astarion slept with your-’’ Shadowheart cut herself off as you glared at her. You did not want to envision that at all. Gross.

‘’Oh I remember that night..’’ Your father’s voice sounded as drunk and hazy as when he left. Maybe that was simply his natural state of being, but you did not care.

‘’..Do you have anything to say that isn’t an attempt to insult me?’’ Your response sounded as bitter as you felt. ‘’Poor dear old dad, seduced by one of his many conquests into damnation. Absolutely perfect. Congratulations.’’

Astarion eyed you, remembering how little you spoke of your past. Maybe.. To distract him, you might as well indulge your loved one. ‘’This man, this man.. Is why my mother left. It’s why I grew up eating moldy bread in the streets.’’ You shook your arms. ‘’This is.. Amazing. I can’t believe he’s here. No- I can. This is actually a good thing.’’ You felt the spiteful laughter tugging your throat. You wanted to laugh until you couldn’t breathe.

‘’Darling..’’ Astarion looked at you with some concern in his voice, unsure what to say.

‘’Damned little son of a bitch! Let me out of here!’’ Your father tried to reach for you through the bars, you looked at him with cold dead eyes. With one swift turn, you avoided his claws and grabbed him by the throat, smashing him against the prison bars. He coughed up whatever bit of congealed blood was left in his lungs. ‘’Ugh-’’

‘’Can you imagine? This pitiful man.’’ You sighed as you released him, he dropped to the floor. You turned to Astarion again, eyes softening.

‘’For as long as I can remember, this man abused me and my mother. He would leave her with very little, refusing to let her even get a job to provide for me.. Because all he did was drink, and drink, go out and sleep with strangers.’’ You sighed, looking back to the pathetic thing in the cage.

‘’I suppose he was handsome enough for your master to drink dry, maybe he just wanted to get drunk on his intoxicated blood.’’ You went quiet for a moment.

‘’One day, when he didn’t come back- My mother decided it was the perfect time to abandon me.’’ The spite and hatred in your eyes came flowing back. ‘’I had nothing but anger to survive on.’’

‘’You whoreson-’’ Your father once more spoke up, but you spit at him. ‘’SHUT UP!’’

‘’I should’ve beaten you more.’’

You decided to let him have his say, and thus the insults of decades came back around. You remembered them all, each little thing he knew would rile you up and cause you to run and hide. You wanted to slap the teeth out of his mouth, but patiently waited until he was finished.

‘’Have you nothing to say for yourself boy?’’ Your father held onto the prison bars again. ‘’Be a good little shit and do something right in your life for once. Let me out.’’

You stared at him, expression unreadable. Astarion grabbed your hand, he now too shared your rage. ‘’I don’t remember him, actually.. Pity.’’ He said, clicking his teeth.

‘’What? You don’t remember how you led me into this hell? You little-’’ He tried to lunge forward again, making pathetic attempts to claw his way out. ‘’You said all these little- recited lines! Sounded so dreamy. Corny. I was very into it. The sex wasn’t that great though.’’

He turned back to you, noticing you interlocking your fingers with Astarion. Your lover’s face contorted with disgust at your father. ‘’Don’t tell me- you’re into this man? Are you sleeping with him?’’ the deadbeat stopped and laughed at you. ‘’Oh.. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, boy. You’re just like me. Admit it.’’

For a moment, the childlike doubt overtook you again. Everything he said was designed to hurt you, to treat you like a punching bag. He would sometimes feign care for you, only to earn your trust and use it against you like a weapon. You were just a little kid.. This man, this man was a real monster.

‘’I don’t think so, Tav is nothing like you.’’ Astarion thought about it. ‘’If anything, it makes no sense for him to be related to you. Are you sure your wife didn’t sleep around? Hmm?’’ Astarion’s words clearly hit a nerve, because your father once more tried to claw his way out, screaming obscenities.

You didn’t care for either your parents, the idea of your mother sleeping with another man to conceive you wasn’t that far fetched. After all, as far as you were concerned.. You had no parents. You had to raise yourself.

‘’Don’t talk to me like that, you… You.. Manwhore!’’ Your father remarked, he started to look defeated, falling to the ground.

Both you and Astarion shared the same expression at the sight. Amusement. A little piece of justice had come from all this misery.

‘’There’s one little thing.. Just the thing. How do I put this?’’ Astarion thought for a moment. ‘’I think you slept with Petras, not me.’’ He then looked back at you, worried. ‘’I may have been horrible enough to seduce people for… Cazador. But I never went for the already drunk ones.’’ That confession seemed to hit both Gale and Shadowheart as well. It was genuine.

From all the different kinds of people held captive in this place.. The stories of drunk people falling victim to some of the worst crimes imaginable was one all too familiar.

When he mentioned Petras, you recalled running into him at the flophouse. He recited some of Astarion’s lines in the corniest way possible in an attempt to seduce you. ‘’My dad slept with that guy?’’ You nearly choked. Then your laughter became a storm.

‘’I can’t-’’ You wheezed. ‘’THAT’S-’’ You coughed. ‘’I can’t breathe!’’ You nearly fell to the floor. Then it turned from joyful, into sadistic laughter.

You could see your father peer his reddened eyes at Astarion, narrowing them, making sure he was right.. Then he slowly realised. ‘’You’re.. An elf.’’

You laughed again sadistically, and Astarion joined you.

Gale and Shadowheart awkwardly shifted around. ‘’It’s always like this with those two, huh?’’ Shadowheart mumbled. ‘’You know, I would laugh too if that was my father.’’ Gale shrugged. ‘’Let them, if anything.. The reprieve from the misery in this place is a good thing.’’ Neither the Wizard or the Cleric were as eager to run into a battle with a vampire lord. They were doing this for the sake of their friends. ‘’Well, my mother figure was terrible.’’ Shadowheart eventually added, accepting that this might as well be a good thing. ‘’I should’ve laughed at her downfall, perhaps it would have made things better..’’

You took one more look at your father in the cage as you came down from your high. Taking a deep breath, you examined his face clearly.

‘’Yes, gloat some more. Or are you actually pitying me now?’’ Your father remarked, his eyes begged for freedom. Surely you wouldn’t damn 7000 souls just because of him now, would you?

‘’No, I am simply burning this perfect picture of you into my mind.’’ You replied, causing the dread to sink into his form. ‘’No- No! Don’t let him do this! Please!’’ He turned to your allies, then to Astarion, putting on a different persona in an attempt to persuade him. ‘’I tried okay? He’s lying! I was drunk yes- But I’m not-’’

‘’Shhhh. Hush now, I think he likes it when you look so pathetic.’’ Astarion stared at him with a faked expression of empathy. ‘’Are you ready, my dear?’’ He turned back to you, seeing your smirk slowly fade. ‘’Oh, I’ve had my revenge. Are you ready to get yours?’’ You asked him back, he simply nodded.

Today was only just going to get better.

#bg3 #bg3 tav #ascended astarion x reader #ascended astarion x male reader #ascended astarion x m! reader #astarion #astarion x tav #ascended astarion x tav #ascended astarion x male tav #ascended astarion x m! tav #male tav #baldurs gate 3

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mana-jjk · 4 months

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we have so little about toges history, I’m wondering what your thoughts are about his life before joining the school?

so sorry for the delay, i just finished finals and almost passed away from the stress ! now walk with me anon, hold my hand and walk with me into the sunset where we can gaze lovingly at the amount of nonsense i will be releasing into this unsuspecting world. please understand i have to preface this by saying that 85% of what will be said here is absolutely based on my own interpretation and headcanons.

trigger warnings: referenced suicide, child abuse, self-mutilation (character deafens themself but not explicitly described), neglect, suicidal tendencies, and basically canon typical violence

that makes it sound a lot worse than it is i promise lol

so first ! let’s establish everything we know canonically that may have some indicator to his childhood

• his first name means “thorn”

• he’s only been speaking in onigiri ingredients since before he could remember.

• the inumaki clan canonically would communicate with their hearts, but supposedly toge disrupted a streak of trying to rid the technique from their clan

• according to the light novel, the inumaki clan is well-known and vaunted, enough where toge is easy to track down and prepare against.

• he was the only one within the first years to be sent on missions alone, is considered the second best student behind yuuta (at the time, maki probably passed him by now), has extremely high athletic ability, and his cursed speech eventually tears his throat apart

• kamo noritoshi is the first to bring up protecting yourself from cursed speech and honestly brought up toge a lot during the school games, i thought toge needed more dynamics with other characters so um yes

• he unintentionally cursed others in his youth, and was adamant that nobara avoid killing

with that being said, likely the from the moment of his birth, toge was already cursing the people around him.

• while cursed speech focuses on words and intentions, i headcanon that sounds and reactions can have a less controlled impact. so when he cries for the first time, the fear and distress in his voice forced his mother into a trance of holding and rocking him until, hours later it stops. it scares his parents, his family, only heightened by the sight of the snake and fangs adorning his face.

• he’s too young to know what he’s doing, every time he cries it’s like a direct command to his mother. every time she snaps out of the trance, she’s afraid and she’s angry and she resents him. his father, not wanting to take the blame of a cursed child, refuses his existence. the members of his clan whisper in the hallways, their eyes hateful and full of blame. after all, it had been so long since a cursed child was born, the jujutsu society had nearly accepted them again in their placid role of acting as windows. his very existence threatened decades of groveling and submissive behavior, he was a threat, like a thorn that burrows until you bleed.

• that’s how his aunt found his mother, deafening herself over his crying form. she inadvertently found his weakness, disabling herself forever just so she wouldn’t fall victim to his curse again. some of the clan would say it was too late, being brainwashed over and over again had left it’s toll. she wanders like a ghost in the hallway. somehow it was always his fault, even when he didn’t have a voice to he heard. later, when they find her unmoving in her room, he’s blamed for that too. he believes them, muffles his cries because even to the people who beat him, he fears cursing them.

• it was always standard practice for the cursed members of his family to speak in safe words. it used to be done so with care, with intention to protect, a willingness to find a language of mutual understanding and respect. but his clan didn’t want him to learn a single syllable, afraid of what he would do, afraid of what he would learn to say. he was never allowed outside unless under direct supervision. never saw a child his age, never allowed to watch anything, never allowed to ask questions.

• in the end, it’s a family servant that takes the responsibility. indifferent to his existence, but making a joke out of it nonetheless. it started because the servant thought it would be funny if he was limited only to muttering “mentaiko,” when he was upset and snowballed from there. long before he ever knew the word for mother or father, he was slurring onigiri ingredients with a raspy, underdeveloped voice with servants who laughed, his clan looked on in disdain, and he never could catch his mother or father’s eye.

• it isn’t long before a member of the clan comes forward to the higher ups, ratting out his existence as if it were a dirty secret to share. a symbol of their loyalty to showcase the cursed child, eagerly awaiting their demands for execution. it wasn’t as if anyone would object.

• against their expectations, the higher ups did not call for his head, instead they called for his voice. as if he were a dangerous weapon laying in wait, they confiscated him from his family who gave him up with utmost eagerness.

• the higher ups, unlike his family, were sorcerers of a somewhat high caliber who knew how to protect themselves against him. even so, they insisted on a binding vow that had become a staple mark of the cursed users in his family. for every command he used, the stronger it was, the stronger the backlash would be. and then, only then, did they teach him to use his cursed speech. he learned the taste of blood as intimately as he knew to fear his own voice. over and over again, he tore his voice apart under their command. he hurts the people he’s against, always falling short of control and resenting himself for it. he accidentally kills one who attacks him without mercy, he afraid, so afraid, and he can’t control it. when it’s over, he hates and burns and bleeds and cries. he’s a child and he hates his voice, he’s a child and all he knows is that he brings nothing but suffering to the people around him. he’s a cursed child, and no one has ever let him forget it.

• it comes to a head when the kamo clan head meets with the higher ups, and leaves the heir to wait. kamo noritoshi has been taken from his mother, and has already spent day after day absorbing what they say in the hopes that he’ll see her again. inumaki toge is a not so subtle secret among the clan heads, and they poison him against the other. whispers of his existence as an outlaw, a danger to them, kept only until his usefulness bleeds out in a future mission.

• kamo sees him hiding in the garden and the rage of losing his mother, the desperation to please his clan, the inability to understand his own emotions lashes out in his tongue. he says his own father’s words, nothing organic yet with all the misplaced rage. he pushes and when there is no response, he wants to hurt him and calls for his own technique. it’s a split second, before he hears the others voice for the first time, disuse and cracked like a corner animal, he cries, ‘stay back!’

• kamo is sent flying, his head hits a tree, and everything is dark.

• the backlash is immense, the kamo clan calls for his head. the higher ups are furious, even as he grips his own bloodied throat. they wanted a weapon, but a weapon that only obeyed the movement of its master. he huddles in a dark room, despite the lack of schooling, he knows what an execution is. he knows what it means for him far better than the schooling other children would receive.

• the interaction frightens kamo, who has never experienced the effects of cursed speech. already in contact with megumi and gojo (as mentioned in the fun facts), he requests that gojo teach him how to protect himself from it.

• surprisingly, that’s what changes everything for toge. the fear of the kamo heir brings forth the wrath of gojo, though not in the way anyone expected. he saves him, much like the way he saved the sorcerers before him. much to toge’s clan displeasure, gojo returns him with a promise to visit every week. it’s a promise as much as a threat to his family.

• they place him in a separate building and reluctantly, under the pressure of gojo do they employ a tutor. he’s behind, but he catches up quickly, thriving in his newfound freedom. he learns to take care of himself, and quickly takes a liking to cooking. on the colder nights, especially when the halls feel too empty, he cooks himself a meal and stares outside, trying to pretend like the silence is a friend instead of a suffocating reminder. he’s a ghost in his clan, resented and ignored, but gojo’s protection is a security blanket.

• he’s too dangerous to ever be in normal school, something even gojo can’t change. but he finds ways to give him peers nonetheless. the kamo heir refuses to be near him again, but he meets megumi a few times in his youth. strangely enough, it is his deadpan, uncaring attitude that brings out the nurturing nature he never knew he had. in his adolescent years, they expose him to panda, who against everyone’s expectation, encourages a mischievous side. gojo was no help in that aspect, who took too much pride in making him smile for the first time with

• he meets maki the summer before their expected first year when she walks out of her family, a spitfire who hides behind iron clad walls and insists she needs no one. but he knows what it feels like to be entirely alone, and something told him that this was her first time truly by herself. they stay in the dorms, despite months to go. panda may have had yaga, but they had no where else to go.

• he can tell quickly she never lived on her own, she eats junk food and stays awake at odd hours, restless in her sleep. he makes extra food initially as a peace offering, and offers her a plate. she turns it down every time but he never stops trying.

• it’s only after he’s sent on a mission that almost went wrong. the higher ups never liked that he escaped, so the moment he became a student, he was sent on missions that left him battered and bleeding. he almost dies but he forgets to be afraid, it’s muted acceptance only undertaken by waking up under shoko’s care. there’s a plate of onigiri on his bedside, and he remembers how the servants used to mock him. maki is half waiting at the door, she sits at his bedside and eats her misshapen work alongside him and it’s enough.

• they’re inseparable after that, and when panda joins them, it feels like everything he ever wanted as a child. quiet nights are disrupted by panda stumbling into his room to watch youtube, lonely mornings broken by maki dragging him onto the field, meals shared between friends who look at him as if he’s worth more than the blood soaked on his hands. the missions don’t stop, his throat is a scarred and jumbled mess. but he has a home now, and that’s enough.

• then yuuta walks through the door, and it’s like seeing the scared little boy toge once was. except, yuuta is afraid of him. just like his family, just like the kamo heir, just like the people he never even met in their society. he doesn’t want to scare him, but he also doesn’t want to leave him alone. part of him wonders if that’s his true curse, to always chase others away, to always upset the balance with his mere existence.

• the first time yuuta calls him kind, an odd feeling of distress suffocates, makes him feel like a liar. but the fear has finally the left the others eyes, not looking at him like a monster or a weapon or an enemy, but someone to admire. he craves it so much it scares him and when their hands linger on a high-five, he realizes how much he doesn’t want to let go.

• when gojo asks him to die for yuuta, the idea of curses and hierarchy never even cross his mind. he was born to die, a binding vow wrapped like a snake around his throat. he’s waited his entire life for it, but dying for yuuta? it ignites a passion he never thought he’d have. so when he sends getou flying, not unlike how the kamo heir did that day years ago, he doesn’t feel self-hatred or fear. instead, there is satisfaction. not just for yuuta, but for maki, for panda. he’d die for them, again and again, because it’s only because of them that he’s still alive.

• he bites back tears when yuuta has to leave, they’re alike in so many ways except for one. when yuuta loves, it’s with bloody nails dragging on the ground in his refusal to leave, gritted teeth and desperation. but when toge loves, it’s at distance, always waiting for it to slip away, always too afraid to chase anything that didn’t end in him bleeding. but he craves, and he wants, and everyday he has to fight not to give chase. he bites his tongue and let’s him go, trying not to let him know how much it burns. but yuuta knows, somehow he always knows despite the few months they’ve had each other.

• he learns to sign for him, sheepish movements still unpracticed but with so much care behind a sheepish grin. he signs every word he says, every word he reads, even along to the videos they watch. he loves yuuta and it scares him, it reminds him of the little boy muffling his cries as his throat shreds to pieces. it scares him because even in his self-hatred, he doesn’t doubt that yuuta would take him blood-soaked and all. that he would somehow see the bloodshed as necessary, the pain that came with his existence as a worthy price instead of an inherent flaw.

• but none of it matters when yuuta board the plane. he knows unspoken words, the only kind he’s ever had. but somehow yuuta hears all of them. they don’t say what they mean, unspoken promises left for the day he comes back. so toge does what he’s done since the day the snake and fangs forever tainted his existence. he stands back and he watches from the window, waiting. but this time, there isn’t silence, there is home.

anyway, i always ramble so much about them, half of it probably doesn’t make sense but. thank you for the ask !! i have so many feelings, if gege won’t give him a backstory, i will. please feel free to send me more questions !! it shouldn’t take so long but jc can i talk a lot 🧍‍♀️

#inumaki toge #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuuta okkotsu #inuokko #ottoge #jjk panda #maki zenin #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #inumaki toge backstory

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reading through wuthering heights, i'm wondering what this syndicate that our heathcliff supposedly belonged to was? we'll probably be finding out soon though. also the way that mr. earnshaw supposedly favored heathcliff over hindley is interesting to me. i haven't been making much progress because of life and also the way emily bronte writes is really obtuse (seemingly by design) so i'm still early on in the book lol. i just got to the part where nelly takes over narration

i've seen some people suggest that heathcliff's base ego line ("you'll...get shoved into this bag too!") is addressing hindley. i think that makes sense (though there are multiple candidates for who that could be addressing) but it still really begs the question of who the hell is supposed to be in that bag if cathy is still alive. maybe he perceives her as dead to him in limbus but he's still clearly in love with her. i'm also curious how mr. lockwood will be adapted since his role in the story is more or less to serve as a voice for the audience

hindley fucking sucks btw i hope limbus turns him into even more of a failson. i bet he's going to be a midpoint boss a la dongbaek and ricardo, plenty of drama between him and heathcliff. also makes one wonder what roles the other sinners will play. sorry this is so rambling it's almost 2 am

"hindley fucking sucks btw" is the thesis statement of wuthering heights, straight up, and i'm only mostly joking.

i think it's so cool how the relationship nelly and hindley have kinda parallels the relationship between the reader and heathcliff. nelly cares about hindley even when she disapproves and is a victim of his abuse, since the two were childhood friends and she saw that neglect happen. so did we with heathcliff, and it just Keeps Getting Worse after.

i have NO clue how lockwood would get adapted, or if even the "present day" of wuthering heights will be adapted at all – i.e. the 2nd gen of hareton and cathy jr.

(which, my deranged bias lens sees potential ishmael and heathcliff as parallels to cathy jr and hareton, and you'll probably see why later).

but, Maybe dante would be our stand-in for lockwood? just kinda wandering into the wrong house. like how they tried to make heathcliff's relationship with catherine seem very cute and romantic in the christmas event, and lockwood paints a similar romantic picture of heathcliff in the novel.

but ANYWAY, it's one of my favorite books so i hope you keep enjoying it!!

#canto vi speculation #asks

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David Farland’s Writing Tips: “Mental Toughness”

As writers, we’re faced with lots of different types of stresses. It’s not always just searching for the right word in a description or trying to meet a story deadline.

While working on novels, I’ve had to deal with just about everything. For example, I was once deep in writing a great scene when my house caught on fire once. I had to totally neglect my work while I went to call the fire department and try to figure out where my five-year-old arsonist son was hiding (in his bedroom closet).

I’ve been working when I discovered that a business partner had stolen my life savings, when a Russian mobster called and tried to muscle in on a movie deal, and when a doctor phoned to tell me that my mother was terminally ill.

Most writers, when they get stressed, will freeze up. They’ll focus on their stress rather than their work because that’s what millions of years of evolution has demanded we do. When a bear charges, you have to respond.

Most of us cope with stress by looking for ways to lessen or remove the stress. For example, when the fire struck, I dealt with the problem and completely removed the stress. It took a couple of days, but we got past it. Very often, there are exercises that you can do to reduce your stress. For example, sometimes I find that putting on a little mood music or listening to the sounds of a forest can help get me in a writing mood. Just sitting in my writing chair is part of my routine. Pre-imagining a scene also helps. In fact, very often the proper response to stress is to work harder.

This is almost always true with economic stress. Do you have bills to pay? Covid got you worried? Then apply your butt to your chair and get to work. Ideally, as a writer, you’d be able to compartmentalize your problems and keep working under duress, just about any duress. If I’m working on a scene and my wife says, “There’s a leak in the roof!” I probably don’t need to jump up and fix it. It hardly ever rains where I live, so I’ll call our roofer and get it handled when I’m ready. But some stresses can’t be lessened or removed or acted on later. I never was able to save my mother. I imagine that it’s like being a boxer in a fight. Sometimes life throws something at you, and you just have to take a blow.

Perhaps I admire commandoes—those guys who jump out of airplanes, land in enemy territory with a specific mission. Their job is to get things done. As a writer, I find myself wondering what it would take to develop that kind of mental toughness. In fact, I was talking to Forrest Wolverton recently about an Army Ranger who trained other rangers. He taught them classes in mental toughness, in confronting problems before they appear.

I realized that writers often need that kind of training, too, and asked him to begin developing a class on mental toughness for writers. We need to prepare ourselves to write on the bad days as well as the good—to stay up and be exhausted when we need to hit a deadline, or to deal with a tragic loss and still balance our workload.

Part of that, I’m sure, is nurturing the right kind of attitude. It’s conditioning. As a young man, I used to work as a prison guard. After just a few weeks on the job, we had a situation where I was working in the kitchen, supervising the inmates on the chow line, when one inmate began stabbing another in front of perhaps a hundred witnesses. For a moment, I froze in surprise, wondering what to do. The killer in this case had a very big knife and he was stabbing his victim quickly, plunging it down over and over as fast as he could. While I stood wondering how to respond, the guard next to me leapt over a steam table that was perhaps four-feet high and six-feet wide, rushed across the room, and tackled the killer. Afterward, I wondered, “How can I become the one who runs into trouble instead of hesitates?” The answer was simple: you just make it a life choice. You remember who it is you want to be.

Since then, I’ve come across auto accidents and similar situations a couple of times, and my response has been to confront the problem, to run toward danger rather than from it. I think that as authors, we need to do the same. We need to decide now that when we’re faced with some major obstacle, we won’t whine about it, won’t apologize, won’t cower away from it. We’ll just calmly face it. I think we can calmly let the stress wash over us, pass through it, and accomplish our mission

For more on David Farland's Writing tips, visit https://mystorydoctor.com/writing-blog/

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#writing tips and tricks #writing help #writing advice

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Spark in the Park - A Different Opinion

I've read quite a few people vilifying Booth for his treatment of the professor in this one. The man undoubtedly has moments when you want to reach through the screen and whack him with a bat (ugh Blood from the Stones is INFURIATING), but I honestly don't find this episode to be one of them.

I mean it is testament to Richard Schiff's superlative skills that the viewer is immediately drawn to his pain, but seriously, how do we ignore that he was, in fact, quite a poor father? Yes, Booth was short-sighted in the first meeting and far too unyielding and impatient to give the professor the time he needed to be ready to answer questions. Especially since, as Brennan later points out to him, his emotionally avoidant behaviour was pretty much a mirror to her own. Up till that point, fair criticism. He deserved that reality check.

But during that very meeting we find out that Amanda lost her mom barely a year ago, and yet she was the one taking care of her father more than the other way around. Think of it - no matter how talented a gymnast she is, Amanda is a CHILD. Then we find out that the intense pressure of being a prodigy led her into the weed trap, which her father was completely unaware of. Add to that, Hodgins discovers that Amanda visited her father on the very night she died, a fact which the professor apparently covered up. From an investigative angle, the professor is very clearly a person of interest at this time. Brennan seeing herself in the professor does not negate the fact that at this point, the EVIDENCE itself is clearly indicating him as suspicious.

The evidence paints a picture of a neglectful father who was far too wrapped up in his ivory tower and his own grief about his wife's death to consider that he has a child who needs him. No matter how sympathetic you are to him, he fails at being there for his daughter. And by equating her complete emotional playbook with him, I feel Brennan severely underestimates herself as a mother. She might think that she would be as aloof and withdrawn as Dr. Watters, but NO WAY would she fail to recognize Christine's emotional distress, or be unable to recall every single moment spent with her. Hell, she is better attuned to Parker than the professor was to Amanda!

People who think Booth's disdain for the professor was only a result of his non-standard reaction to the news of his daughter's death, overlook something glaring. Booth has NEVER reacted favorably to any parent, especially a father, who fails to be there for their children. In this very episode we are introduced to another father who pushed his child prodigy to the brink, to the end of being physically abusive. Booth reacts in a similar manner as he does to the professor, for pretty much similar reasons. Do we really think Booth, with his own heavy history of parental abandonment and neglect, would not draw parallels with the victim, and empathize with Amanda almost as strongly as Brennan did with the professor?

And it did NOT sit right with me that Brennan pretty much accused Booth and Sweets of manipulating the investigation to pinpoint the professor because they didn't understand how he operates. That was behaviour so far out of the left field for her - Booth's dedication to investigating a crime thoroughly irrespective of his personal feelings is something she herself has pointed out so many times. She wasn't acting like his partner in this episode. In most cases I'm in support of Booth's tendency to put aside his own feelings to validate Brennan's, but not in this one. I loved him encouraging her to go to the professor to lend him the sympathy only she could understandably provide, but he should not have accepted her assertion that he thought the professor was the killer. If anything, he was fixated on the coach.

At the end of it, in spite of the truly poignantly evocative eulogy in the equation, we still have a dead child, and a father who placed the emotional burden on his daughter and failed to notice her distress until too late.

#bonestv #bones tv #seeley booth #temperance brennan #booth x brennan #bones season 9

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What’s your headcannons or theory on Max’s parents?

Aargh ok so. We're kinda half in the process of developing them a little bit more but rn here's the story

Max is canonically neglected and we pinpoint quite a few of his behaviors/reactions in the show to be some hc proof that he's also abused (flinches away sometimes, only looks genuinely scared when he thinks someone is about to hit/grab him, "everything I do gets punished so why is arson worse than stealing food" attitude etc) so his dad is the abusive one, mom mostly neglects/ignores him (but she hasn't always, more on that later :)

Most of the time he's lucky enough to just avoid them and take care of himself. He's been left home alone frequently since he was about 5 so he can survive without them, really. The abuse comes in when he manages to piss his dad off or if his dad is already in a bad mood (Punching Bag by The Front Bottoms is one of our daddy issues songs for him so that gives an idea,,). Dad is also an alcoholic (Max seemed a little too comfortable with stealing alcohol in the zombie episode)

His mom is an addict. She smokes a lot and does drugs like pills often. She's just kinda... broken and lost, a lot like Max but has been dealing with this for longer and doesn't have much outside support. (Max doesn't think of this until he's an adult; as a kid, fairly enough, he resents her just as much as his dad for letting all this shit happen to him) When Max's parents came to America ofc they both lost a lot of family but that meant mom had less support away from her husband. There is some family that came over later (some of Max's aunts/uncles and cousins), none of whom would approve of what Max's dad does, but it's not easy to reach out for help from an abusive situation

(David and Gwen and Neil and Nikki don't even know Max is abused and not just neglected for several years)

Max goes no contact with both of them when he turns 18. He finds out his dad died (drunk driving) from one of his cousins. He still doesn't reach out to his mom though, but after that she starts recovering. Stops smoking cigarettes, gets clean from drugs, etc. She gets herself better. We're not sure exactly when or how yet, but at some point Max and his mom reconnect... I think when Frankie (maxneil daughter) is around 10 or so (dad died when she was a year old). It's still very strained but they both connect now over both being abuse victims. Max turned to weed and alcohol, after all, as his own coping mechanisms so he kinda gets it. He never fully forgives her, though, bc he knows as a dad now he could never leave his daughter in a situation like that

#camp camp #max cc #abuse tw #neglect tw #drug use tw #alcohol tw #we've also tried really hard to flesh everything out and balance it enough so that we avoid it being a racist portrayal of anything #(max being better than his dad and male family members being mentioned to be better than that too)#but if anyone has feedback of smth we havent noticed please let us know!!

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Hiii, idk really what else to do as I'm trying really hard to find out if we're a RAMCOA system or not. We are a DID system, and we're pretty sure it's HC-DID but I have some questions

So we had childhood trauma obviously and what we went through made us a system. Later on in life (still a child) we dated someone and they abused us really badly. We have on alter who they are supposed to off us if we ever found out what he did to us (our gatekeeper has him locked away) and he would use methods of his religion (satanism) saying he could send demons after us if we tried to leave and he even said he did a blood spell tying our souls together. He'd also make me do rituals to burn my arms for sacrifice or smth. Idk if that fits under religious abuse. Also idk if Shadow (the Alter made to off us) fits under programming or mild control cause everything I read is so confusing and it throws me off.

We have layers to our innerworld, there's the earth and then under the earth and thus kind of heaven and all types of things and he gave us rules and when we broke them we were neglected or worse and he'd make us do things we didn't want to and threaten our family and he made alters like- idrk how to explain it but we have alters who were kinda made for him and idk

Our main hosts (the core, the body, however you call it) was the one who dated him and when the abuse started they almost never fronted anymore. I'm a trauma holder and I just wanna know if what happened to us is RAMCOA so I can feel, idk complete

We don't fit under OA cause it was one person for seven months but- also how is programming done. Cause he didn't like write a code for us but, I can't figure out the details of what he did I just know it happened. And I'm someone who feels uneasy if I don't know everything. If you could help that'd be great but if not I'm truly sorry for burdening you

I think it’s important to note that you can be a RAMCOA survivor with DID and not be programmed, nor have HC-DID.

What makes HC-DID is MC, which is one of the three parts of RAMCOA. I definitely think what this person was doing was ritual abuse if I’m getting the details right.

However, I don’t say whether somebody has programming or not. I think its not only never going to be actually accurate since you can’t explain your trauma history and system inner-workings via tumblr to a stranger, but I also think it gives people the wrong idea if they later discover a new detail that might change the hypothetical answer I hypothetically gave them.

I have multiple posts about programming criterion, and if your wondering about a specific one that hasn’t been posted you could submit an ask and I could tell you the criterion if you’d like.

Are you a victim of RAMCOA? Yes, just not with all the letters. Are you a victim of MC? I won’t say.

I’m sorry if this isn’t the answer you were hoping for, but I hope this helped.

#🧩#questioning ramcoa #ramcoa #ritual abuse #did alter #did osdd #osddid #hc did #polyfragmented #polyfrag #polyfrag system #actually mentally ill #endos dni

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This was supposed to be posted years ago, and I still plan on making a full analysis on Lars and Steven’s relationship, but either way, face me rambling about these two again:

Stuck Together is my second favorite episode of the series, only behind The Good Lars (which is a whole other ramble for another day). Of course, you’re likely aware Lars is my favorite character, but Stuck Together is truly one of the most underrated episodes of the whole series. Sure, it’s technically just an episode to get you ready for the feared Trial and it only features four characters – Lars, Steven, Topaz, and Aquamarine. It’s a rather simple episode, yet what makes it so good is the heart-to-heart between Lars and Steven, as well as Topaz, who listens to everything.

In this setting, everything is hopeless. Steven has sacrificed himself yet again, and he’s seemingly alone through all this… when he finds out Lars has been hiding in the ship this whole time, after not being able to stick up for himself – and for Sadie. Steven tries to convince Aquamarine to let Lars go, but to no avail. Finally, Lars and Steven are both trapped in Topaz’s body, as they finally head to Homeworld.

This episode is perhaps the one where you see Lars’ and Steven’s personalities clashing the most. Rebecca Sugar has already stated that the two are opposites – Lars refuses to get help, while Steven insists on helping everyone. That, and all the other differences between them that will be more detailed later. Either way, Lars has completely given up, after running away from the potluck in The Good Lars, and again, after not being able to protect Sadie. Steven, on the other hand, tries his hardest to save Lars. Initially, the latter does blame the former for being abducted, but he’ll soon understand Steven’s side in this whole thing.

At Lars’ complete lack of cooperation, Steven finally snaps at him, and for the first time, Lars breaks down. He admits his fears, and a secret admiration for Steven:

“Why do you think I'm capable of anything?! You think I can do all this stuff, but I can't! I can't because… I'm a wuss, Steven. I'm just… *sniffles* … afraid. I've always just been stupid and afraid. Not like you. You're always helping people. You're never afraid.”

… and then Steven also finally admits:

“Lars… I’m afraid right now.”

This is a breaking point for Steven, too. Up until now, he’s barely been honest to others about how he feels about everything that has happened to him, and all the expectations surrounding him. We all know Lars has been deeply insecure and likely depressed since season 1 (“Do you ever feel lonely, even when you’re around people?”), but Steven’s feelings have always been neglected both by other characters, especially the gems, as well as by us, the viewers. Regardless, the evidence has always been there.

“I thought if I turned myself in, it'd fix everything, but… I don't want to do this, Lars. I've been to space before, but not like this. They're taking me straight to their terrible leaders that want to destroy Earth and destroy me for something I never even did. I just wanted to save everyone, but I couldn't even do that because, look, you're still here.”

What makes this heart-to-heart particularly emotional, is that Lars and Steven are obvious opposites of the other, and they both hide their true sides. Lars is mean, cynical, selfish, and short-tempered, but he has a softer side to himself – something that Sadie states in Joking Victim, and that presents itself subtly throughout the show. Lars is secretly selfless and kind, and passionate. He’s passionate about cooking, and quite talented, too. Yet it’s all eventually sabotaged by his social anxiety and depression, that he runs away before he’s even actually rejected. Steven, on the other hand, is kind, innocent, patient, and unaware of social cues, so he doesn’t really have trouble socializing with others like Lars does. However, even from the beginning – specifically as seen in the episode Lars and the Cool Kids –, it’s revealed that Steven has an “ugly” side to himself: he grows spiteful, vicious, angry, and violent, which, interestingly enough, is the core of his Tiger Millionaire persona (which, by the way, is admired by no one other than Lars). As the show progresses, Steven is more prone to lashing out at others the more he’s exposed to traumatizing events. And most importantly, Steven ALSO worries a lot about impressing the gems, which mirrors Lars’ desire to befriend the Cool Kids. After all, the Cool Kids are basically the human teenage version of the Crystal Gems.

With this in mind, after Steven is vulnerable and remorseful, Lars… tries to cheer him up. He gives him kindness and understanding, which he doesn’t usually do. This isn’t the first time Lars is kind to Steven, either, which shows how much he actually means to him.

“We'll… figure it out. We've got like… a billion light-years ‘till we get there, right?”

But here’s the thing about their relationship: Steven doesn’t admire Lars because of his kind side. He admires Lars for the very things that make him unlikable. Steven has always dreamed of being Lars’ BFF, and that’s something a lot of fans never quite understood (especially since Lars was the most hated character of the show back in the day). Like I said, Lars is Steven’s opposite, he’s mean, he’s grumpy, and he prioritizes himself first. I imagine that he probably wants to be like Lars. Steven outright states after this that he admires Lars for never “sugarcoating how much everything sucks”, and it’s true. Lars reacts to the gem stuff like any other normal person would – this sucks, this is wrong, this is messed up. Everyone else in Steven’s circle tries to sanitize it, but Lars doesn’t. Lars is really quite different from Steven’s other friends when you think about it.

With Lars, Steven is able to be selfish. He says:

“You know what's even more messed up? Even though you're in huge trouble, and it's all my fault… I'm kind of glad you're here? I… I don't want to be alone right now. *sobs* Isn't that awful?”

This is one of the few times Steven really opens up about his feelings throughout the show. The only people he does so are the Cool Kids (Joy Ride), Amethyst (Steven vs. Amethyst), Greg (Lion 4), and then Lars. I personally don’t count Connie, because Steven never has the initiative to go to her in the first place; it usually happens when it’s already gotten out of hand (as seen in Full Disclosure and Mindful Education). And even then, the only ones who even do something about this are the Cool Kids and Lars, because they acknowledge that Steven is a kid, and that he’s got a lot on his plate. In fact, I think this is the first time Steven even explicitly says that he’s afraid. He’s always expected to step up and protect others, or else horrible things are going to happen. Steven’s selfish needs, in his point of view, always backfire, like in Adventures in Light Distortion, where he believes that his desire of getting answers led to his father getting captured, and the gems disappearing during the high-speed mode of the ship.

It's very meaningful for the boys to confide in someone. Lars and Steven have both been betrayed before, have both been isolated and traumatized. They’re just young boys dealing with severe self-hatred and a desperate need for approval. But they don’t have to put up appearances for each other. They can be vulnerable, they can be “ugly”, they can finally trust someone. And they choose to trust each other.

Seriously, this conversation is so great that it makes Topaz also break down in tears, after she also hid her true feelings this whole time. Their heart-to-heart opens Topaz’s mind and her love that her parts feel for the other. Finally, for the first time, the episode seems to have turned around for the good, because Topaz is willing to help Lars and Steven escape.

Except… Steven still insists to stay. Lars refuses to go without him. People don’t usually fight for Steven like this. It would’ve been easy for him to go back home, but he doesn’t. Even in the later Lars’ Head, Lars knows it’s not right for Steven to stay behind, that he doesn’t have to go through this alone. But of course, before that’s even a possibility, Aquamarine catches on, and all their hopes have gone down the drain. Interestingly, Aquamarine chooses to forget what happened, so Topaz isn’t punished.

With that, Topaz returns to her stoic position and is back at following Homeworld’s orders. Lars and Steven are separated from each other, the only thing they still had. The episode ends with a heartbreaking conclusion, and with high stakes as we’re about to witness the Trial.

It’s such a shame that Stuck Together doesn’t get enough love. It’s not a “townie” episode that people tend to hate, and it’s really good at keeping the suspense, and the emotional beats that make Steven Universe the show we all love to joke that “everyone cries”. This episode is what makes me so passionate about Lars and Steven, and this series overall.

#captain's log #steven universe #meta #su meta #lars #steven #topaz #brotp #long post #undescribed

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Prompt: what happened that night Ardyn stayed with the boys in the caravan.

THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE ASK! I'm gonna turn this one into a multi-part feel good comedy fic. Ignis just wants to cook. Ardyn has murder on his mind.. the dinner is the victim.

Roasted by the Roast [PART 1]

“We’re staying in a caravan, with Ardyn..”

The implications of an overnight stay with that guy? Prompto couldn’t bear to imagine what it’ll be like.. What if he wears one of those old timey nightgowns? He shuddered, almost failing to notice the man of the hour come closer. And I mean, closer.

“It’s a pleasure to share such..” A pause as Ardyn eyed the caravan. “..accommodations with His Highness.”

The awkward silence that followed was deafening. It was clear to the four, this was going to be quite the night. Thankfully, it was the caravan by Hammerhead. If anything was to go awry, Cid said he’d give the stranger a good lashing. Gladio caught Cindy up to speed with the whole, scarf-hobo situation, and she reached the same conclusion word for word.

“That’s him? In the scarf…” She leaned forward, trying to get a better look from the garage. “..scarves?”

Gladio let out a heavy sigh, he nodded. Even his questionable No-Shirt fashion was a tier above this. “Yep. It’s weird.” He further pushed back his own scarf phase. “Every time we hit a wall, he just happens to show up with a solution.” The word happens had extra emphasis, how did this guy know where to find them?

Back across the street, the night was getting on as well as you’d expect it to. Dinner was to be served, and five plates were set. Ignis made a mental note to sit between Ardyn and whomever was unlucky enough to get the spot by him.

“What’s on the menu, Specs?” Noctis came out of hiding. He’d found a cozy place far away from all the social awkwardness. He was going to seek an audience with Titan tomorrow, safe to say he was nervous. His voice shook, if you’ve known him as long as Ignis did, you’d be able to see Noct was a bit paler than usual. The weight of the world was on his shoulders, after all. With no way to see what tomorrow’s challenge will bring, the least Iggy could do was choose a dish without veggies.

“Come here, Noct. I’ll let you pick the dish.” Neglecting his place as royal advisor for the night, he chose to prioritize being the King’s friend. Noctis practically flew down the caravan’s rickety steps, excited to choose the food this evening.

This stranger couldn’t be all that bad, right? Sure, he came out of nowhere, led with creepy riddles.. Yeah. Just a night couldn’t be all that bad, right? One way or another, the King and his friends would find out.

…

“What’s cooking, boys?” Cindy walked up to the caravan, taking a seat at one of its plastic chairs. She hummed, the smell of Iggy’s cooking was quite the pleasant one.

Gladio came a few moments later after chatting up Cid. “Yessss..” He immediately recognized the ingredients set out.

Noct had picked a traditional Crown City roast. It’s a dish he’s had many times before, but not since he had departed home. Ignis had avoided making it, as not to stir up any past memories too early. He nodded as the King made his choice, knowing the comfort he may be seeking.

“Now how in the..” Ignis was on a mission to make the best roast there was, but an unstoppable force met an immovable object.

The caravan’s kitchen was a world away from the industry standard set up he’s been spoiled with in Insomnia. Though, he’s made more with worse. If he can make dinner with nothing but a pan, a campfire, and three idiots.. Then this was going to be a cakewalk.

Ignis tied on his apron, ready to cook. He reached for the stove's dial and..

KLANG.

It hit the floor.

"Oh my.. looks like you'll be needing a sous chef." Just the man he wanted to see. "Lucky for you, I happen to be the best repair man this side of Eos. Now, how do you turn this thing on?" Ardyn inflated his experience, you know.. like a liar.

Ignis didn't get paid enough for this. [To be continued!]

#iggy and ardyn try not to kill eachother challenge #ffxv #ffxv drabble #ffxv fanfic #final fantasy xv #final fantasy series #final fantasy 15 #noctis lucis caelum #gladiolus amiticia #ardyn izunia #prompto argentum #ignis scientia #cindy aurum

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carbonateddelusion · 1 year

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so you want to know the lore, huh?

(part 1 of ???)

there will be discussions of things like abuse, child abuse, child neglect, domestic abuse, child murder, homicide, self-harm, and torture; these are all mentioned briefly and not further elaborated on, but are still integral parts of the 80s universe, ESPECIALLY with Chuck. you have been warned.

I have my own universes comprised of ONLY my characters, but let's start with the gang I share with Ben first.

it's the same cast of characters (minus a few side characters essentially) for what I call the Sane/Modern and 80s universes.

the 80s universe is split into two subsections: a story where Elijah is the main killer we focus on and Jack died young, and a story where Jack is the main killer and Elijah died young. I'll go into further detail about the differences between the two in a later post with Ben's help, but all you need to know right now is that I'm usually talking about the story where Jack is the serial killer, aka Jack's universe, because the two main characters (Edgar and Jack) both belong to me. here's the rundown on Jack's universe:

Jack has a total of 15 murder victims that we focus on, them being his twin Eli, his little sister Maddison, his older sister Hannah, his father, Olivia, Leah, Beth, Owen, Alexa, Mason, Jiang, Jun, Noah, Dew, and his son Sal

11/15 are ghosts that possess the home Edgar lives in because that was Jack's dumping grounds for the bodies

Edgar's home used to be Jack's childhood home that Jack burnt down (that's how he got the burn scars and extreme fear of fire)

Eddie and Jack met when Eddie was 18 and Jack was 16, 2 years after Eddie came from France to America

Jack is a very very very abusive partner to Eddie (and later Dew, who dies because she had a son without him knowing)

Isaac, the only biological family of Jack's that isn't dead, was traumatized by the death of the rest of his family and subsequently seeing Jack's (15) half-burned body and dead stare in the hospital

Isaac (8) went on to be raised by his dad alone, Jack's step-dad

Jack disappears after this incident and goes under a new name, Chuck Young

Edgar finds out about the whole murder thing sometime before Isaac and Noah pop up

Isaac and Noah enter Eddie's life and red flags go off in their head when they see Jack and Eddie together

Jack eventually disappears (which is normal for him) and doesn't return for years, leaving Eddie to slowly start to rebuild after the trauma and fall in love with Isaac and Noah, believing that Jack's dead

Isaac and Noah find out about the ghosts, Isaac is horribly confused and upset and joyful to see his sisters again

Isaac and Noah proceed to become father figures to the ghosts as they get closer and closer with Eddie

Jack murders Dew and Sal and returns to Eddie's home, where he ends up killing Noah in an altercation

Isaac, terrified of his brother, flees

Edgar is forced to pick up the pieces and deal with Jack for the next several years

Eddie eventually kills Jack in "self-defense" and has a breakdown immediately after

Isaac returns since Jack has been killed

the ghosts slowly fade away and move on

story ends when Edgar dies

the modern universe is predicated on the concept of "what if Jack and Elijah were normal people and didn't commit serial killings?" the 80s universe is definitely the more fleshed out of the two, given it's been worked on for nearly a decade now. here's the rundown of the sane universe:

set in the modern era

primarily follows the Robinson-Nhat family (which I call the Le Family because of Jack, Eli, Hannah, Mads, and Isaac's mother's maiden name; Maddie and Isaac are full siblings to each other but half-siblings to the other 3)

nobody is dead!!

everybody is younger and has birthdates to match

Isaac and Edgar are usually best friends

Elijah is less "school shooter" and more "edgy young adult who thinks listening to MCR makes him unique"

here's a helpful guide to illustrate the differences (and similiarities) between Modern Jack and 80s Jack!

Jack is less "extreme sadist who commits prolonged torture for his enjoyment and actively searched for new ways to kill" and more "dude who robs people and loves his family"

is more of a sandbox for ideas than anything super story-based

a big theme of Jack's story in both cases is the cycle of abuse. modern him fights to stop it, and 80s him eventually ends up so, so much worse than his father ever was.

that concludes part 1.

link to part 2

#rox rumblings #me things #oc ramblings #important #dude (persona)

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dr-moonphase · 1 year

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“Read it to Me”

This is my story, I wrote this myself. You do not have my permission to take and post this ANYWHERE without my permission. If you can respect that: enjoy the story.

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My parents decided to foster a child. They thought it’d be nice to help a kid who had... probably been through a lot. I think it’s nice too, yeah, but we may not be the best home for this kid. His name is Jakari— Jakari Gretchen. He’d just turned twelve, so we threw him a little birthday party when we first brought him home. He just seemed very scared, and he didn’t eat anything.

Apparently his parents were drug dealers and he’d spent years being victim to neglect and extreme abuse. We were told he’d been non-verbal since the event of his parents’ arrest and his nearly two-year long stay in hospitals. He didn’t like being touched, and if you tried to touch or even get near him, he would run away or make this strange sound..that’s very hard to describe.

[We set up an empty room for him, dinosaur-themed (“because little kids love dinosaurs!” is what one of my moms said). He always slept in one of the closets though... it was honestly a little creepy. That isn’t the point of this, but it’d only make sense with a little background.

He didn’t seem to be getting used to any of us, even after we’d had him with us for a while. I could tell it was worrying my moms, and it hurt to see them like that. For a period of time I was angry at the kid.. that is, until he knocked on my door one day...

“Come in!” I shouted, since I was kind of busy with my estrogen. Jakari slowly opened the door, and he just.. stood there, staring. I turned my head and saw him there, holding a children’s book in his hands. “Oh, Jakari? Hold on...” I finished with my injection and quickly put everything away. “What’s up, little guy?”

He held up the book.

“Cool book. Why don’t you go read it, yeah?” When I said that his face fell... I suddenly felt really bad. “You can read it, can’t you? You’re...twelve.”

He shook his head, and I could see tears in his eyes.

“No-no! Don’t cry! C’mere!” I opened my arms for a hug. He hesitated, before running over and hugging me. I was definitely a bit surprised, but I didn’t show it, I just hugged him. “You can’t read...can you?” I whispered. “Did you want me to read it to you?”

He nodded, pulling away, out of the hug. I smiled slightly. “...I’d love to read this to you. I guess I’m kinda your big sister now anyway, right?”

It was a short little book, something about a cat. I read it to him, and he ended up falling asleep on my shoulder before I finished. I was seventeen then, and I still remember it now almost ten years later..because even after everything he’s done... I still want to shelter him. I still love him, because he’s my little brother..and I know one day he’s going to find someone else who cares about him as much as, or perhaps event more, then I do. So, when he finds that person...he probably won’t need me anymore...and to be honest, that scares me... a lot.

#writing #stories

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kusanagistan · 2 years

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i find it very concerning how much helluva boss criticism seems to boil down to "they're not letting me make excuses for the abusive woman character" and "the queer men characters aren't being punished enough for their mistakes"

stella's been an awful person since her debut in "loo loo land" and yall are trying so hard to frame her as a victim still, and as the story keeps progressing and it becomes increasingly difficult to keep her on a pedestal, now the complaints have shifted to her being "one-dimensional." if she was the only woman, then maybe the argument that she's owed character development to make her likeable might hold some weight -- but she's not, so why are yall so resistant to the idea that maybe she's just a bad person? it's not as if it's just her, either; paimon plays a very similar role in stolas' story as it's unfolded thus far, and yet no one is suggesting he's "one-dimensional" and needs to be fleshed out. you aren't championing women by insisting they simply cannot be abusive ever -- the idea that women aren't capable of harm the same way that men are, especially not toward men, is actually deeply rooted in misogyny.

meanwhile stolas is unable to do right in the eyes of these same critics -- yall want to bring up the affair at every opportunity because cheating is morally wrong even if it's on an abuser, and every time he fumbles in his relationship with octavia despite his obvious efforts to do right by her, he gets condemned for being neglectful. stella's parenting is never questioned, of course -- just stolas'. yall want the queer man to be punished narratively for his "sins" so bad and again, it's frankly a little disturbing!!!

"but cheating is never okay" but what about "abuse is never okay"? stolas said, "I know what I did. I would feel bad if I hurt you, but we both know I didn't do that" -- but that's not enough, he needs to live on his knees for "wronging" his abusive wife whose own bad behavior is dismissed as bad writing. what in the radfem bullshit, honestly.

anyway the REAL problem with the episode is octavia stormed into her room and the guitars got super crunchy i was expecting her to get a song and she didn't, later we got the same crunchy guitars and STILL. NO. SONG. you didn't get barrett wilbert weed for no reason, viv!!!!!!!! i have been WAITING for an octavia song since i saw the end credits of s1e2 and by god it is my RIGHT--

#helluva boss spoilers #reblogs disabled because i'm not a fucking idiot lmao

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darcyfangirlsfrequently · 1 year

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She Will Be Loved - chapter 2: Solutions

For @bacchicly

Work Summary: After bonding with a teen girl, the daughter of the victims of a BAU case, Luke and Penelope decide to consider adoption as their path to parenthood.

Chapter Summary: The case comes to a close, and Penelope and Luke come to a decision.

Chapter word count: 2873

Total word count: 6975

Can also be read here on Ao3

After gently kissing Penelope on the head so as to not wake her, then silently getting ready and leaving, Luke was out the door and on his way to work. He decided to stop into headquarters to check in on the kids before heading back to the local police station to keep working the case. Plus, someone should probably bring those kids some breakfast. He picked up a box of donuts and one of those to-go boxes of Hot Chocolate that people bring to conferences or office parties. Well, normally it would be coffee, but Vivian was the oldest, and she was fifteen. Who knew if she even drank coffee? Hot chocolate was the best bet.

"Good morning, Grant," Luke said as he passed Agent Anderson in the bullpen.

"Hey, Luke. Shouldn't you be at the station with the rest of the team?"

"Yeah, I'm just dropping off some breakfast for the kids first."

"Ah, I see. Anne and I will be here all day, so we'll keep an eye on them, make sure they're safe."

"Perfect." Luke knew the kids would be safe at Quantico, but he felt better when he knew there were two people he trusted implicitly who would be looking out for them. "Have a good day, Grant."

"You too, Luke."

Luke put the donuts and hot chocolate in the Round Table Room and was just leaving the bullpen when he heard a voice call to him from down the hall.

"Agent Alvez?"

Luke turned and saw Vivian coming out of the room they'd put all the kids in for their safety. "Hey, Vivian, how are you? Did you sleep well? And please, you can just call me Luke."

She shrugged. "Fine, I guess." Then, bashfully, she added, "I'm just looking for the washroom."

"Oh, yeah, it's just down there," Luke told her, pointing down the other end of the hall, near Anne's office, Penelope's old one. "And then there's breakfast–donuts and hot chocolate–in the room in there with all the windows and the round table for you guys whenever you're ready. Someone from my team will be by later today to drop off some lunch."

She nodded. "And let me guess, since I'm the oldest, I'm responsible for the younger kids?"

Luke was stunned. "Um, no. That's not your responsibility at all, you don't have any responsibilities right now. Sure, you're older, you're fifteen, and you're not a child, but you're still a kid. Your only job is to stay here and stay safe, okay?"

She nodded.

"If you need anything, you can ask my co-workers Anne or Grant, he's right in there, and she's in her office at the end of the hall, just knock." He pointed at the bullpen and Anne's office sequentially as he spoke. "They'll be able to reach out to me or my team, you don't have to worry about anything."

She smiled a bit, and nodded again. "All right. Thank you, Luke."

"No worries." He patted her on her shoulder. "I have to get going now, so we can catch whoever's responsible for all this as soon as possible. I know this situation is far from ideal, but try to have a good day, okay?"

"Okay."

***

"All right," Anne said from over the phone, once the whole team had gathered at the police station. "All three searches I ran yesterday have yielded their results. I did in fact find that all five children have records of their parents being investigated for neglect or abuse, but they all fell through, nothing official was ever done. Abigail Price, the woman who placed Vivian in the Byron Girls' Group Home wasn't the Social Worker for all of their cases, but if we include Vivian, she was the social worker for three of the cases. The other two were co-workers of hers."

"So all of these kids are connected through the same company of Social Workers," JJ stated. "And co-workers talk, it's possible Abigail Price heard about the other two kids from them."

"Are you suggesting that Abigail Price is the unsub?" Tara asked her.

JJ put her hands in the air. "I am just stating possibilities."

"Could a woman do all this?" Rossi asked.

Luke looked at him incredulously. "C'mon, Dave, it's breaking into a house in the dead of night and shooting two sleeping people with a silencer. A twelve-year-old with YouTube, bobby pins, and access to their parents' guns could do it. We've seen women do far more complicated and difficult things." Luke had a lot of respect for Rossi, he did, and he loved the man. He was like a father-in-law to him. But he could still be a little… old-fashioned at times. Especially when it came to the abilities of women.

"Regardless," Emily said. "We don't have enough evidence to even pursue that theory right now. Let's learn what we can about all the Social Workers involved and bring them in, we'll treat them all as persons of interest."

***

Those interviews took up until lunchtime, and since Luke was still talking to one of the Social Workers, JJ was the one to bring lunch to the kids. McDonald's made a lot of money from the FBI that day.

Luke had told her that he'd just left the food in the Round Table Room and then let someone know, so that's what she did. She was setting out the food when she heard a voice from behind her.

"You're Jennifer, right?"

If it weren't for her years in the FBI, JJ would have jumped much higher than she did. She placed her hand over her chest in an effort to calm herself down, and turned around to see who the voice belonged to. "Vivian, hi! You scared me!"

"Sorry," Vivian replied, her eyes wide with apology. "I just remembered you from yesterday and was wondering if there were any updates? If you're allowed to tell."

JJ gave her a tight-lipped grin. "There's not much I can talk about right now, I'm sorry. But we're doing everything we can, I promise."

Vivian nodded.

"And I brought you guys lunch!"

Vivian's face lit up in a genuine smile. "Oh my god, McDonald's? I haven't had that in so long! Thank you!"

"No worries. But before I leave… how are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm fine." Vivian shrugged like it was nothing, but JJ could see right through her.

"No, it's not. Something’s upsetting you, and it’s not healthy to keep it in. You can talk to me.”

Vivian cocked her head to the side and squinted at JJ as if studying her. “You’re a mom, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I have a sixteen-year-old and a nine-year-old.”

“Yeah. I can tell. People who aren’t parents can’t usually tell when I’m lying. Parents always can.”

“So what are you lying about?”

Vivian sighed. “I’m really worried about this… friend of mine. Claire. We came to Byron’s around the same time, we’ve been practically inseparable since. Now I’m just suddenly gone for who knows how long without even actually getting to say goodbye? Nothing but a little pink sticky note to explain what’s going on? And yeah, we’ve been texting, but it’s not the same.”

JJ’s heart broke for the young girls. To be unexpectedly stripped of your support system in a situation like this… it must be awful. “We are doing everything we can to get you back to your friend as soon as possible,” JJ told her. “I promise.”

***

"How are the kids?" Luke asked JJ when she returned to the station.

“They seem fine, under the circumstances,” she replied. “I bumped into Vivian, and, if anything, she seemed more worried about a friend of hers back at the group home. They came there around the same time and haven’t really been apart since.”

Despite the far worst things he’d heard and experienced in this job, Luke found his heart breaking at that news. “Poor girls. Being without their support system like that, especially when Vivian’s in protective custody because there might be a serial killer after her? I can’t even imagine.”

JJ shook her head. “Me neither.”

The rest of the team joined them in the board room just as the phone starts ringing.

“What did you find, Anne?” Emily answered.

“Now, I am no profiler, but I think we all need to thank Mrs. Jennifer Jareau for her Abigail-Price-might-be-the-Unsub theory, because she very well could be right,” came Anne’s voice through the speaker.

“What makes you say that?” Emily asked.

“While you all were interviewing the social workers, I was going a deeper background search into each of them. Remember how Abigail Price and her sister were wards of Byron Group Home when they were younger? Well, it turns out that came to be because they ran away from home when Abigail Price née Fischer was fifteen and her younger sister Holly was nine, and their parents just… gave up their parental rights. They said if the girls didn’t want to be with them, they wouldn’t make them, and they could live in a foster home if they really thought that was a better solution.”

Rossi’s eyebrows bunched together. “That’s not something you hear from a lot of parents.”

“No, it’s not,” Anne continued. “So I did some more research into the Fischer family, and I found out that, just a few months prior, CPS was called on the parents due to claims of neglect and emotional abuse from the girls. There was an investigation but eventually, it was dropped and no charges were pressed.”

Tara was the first to connect the dots. “Just like all the kids. That’s a stressor if I ever heard it.”

“But what happened a month ago to make her snap and start killing the parents of kids who suffered the same fate?” JJ asked.

“The death of their parents,” Anne told her. “Car accident.”

Luke tensed. “She does think she’s saving them. She thinks she’s preventing them from having to live in a world where their parents, their abusers, are still out there and thriving, just like hers were.”

Emily quickly took the helm and started doling out instructions. “Luke, you know the way to the Group home, so you, JJ, and Tara will go there and look for her. Anne, send me Abigail’s address. Rossi, Matt, you’re with me.”

The team nodded, and were off.

***

“She’s not here,” Luke told Emily over the phone.

“She’s not here either. After our interviews, she must have known we were close on her tail, so she took off. She might be trying to knock a few more victims off her list before we catch up to her. I’m going to conference in Anne.”

“Hello, I’m here! What can I do?”

“Anne, are there any more cases that Abigail or her co-workers worked on that fit our criteria?" Emily asked.

"Yes, ten."

"Limit to just Abigail," Tara told Anne from her end of the phone. "She knows she doesn't have a lot of time, she'll want to keep it as personal as possible."

"Five."

"Narrow it down to children that would be in school right now with parents who work from home,” Luke instructed. “She’s striking during the day for the first time, but she won’t defer from her pattern so much that she’d risk injuring or traumatizing the child.”

“That makes it one, the Davidsons. Mom runs a small business, dad is unemployed.”

“That’s where she is then,” Emily stated. “Anne, send us the address.”

“Sending now.”

By the time the team arrived at the Davidsons’ house, Abigal already had them held at gunpoint and was trying to force a confession from them. They managed to talk her down without any casualties, cuff her safely, and take her in.

The rest of the team went back to the station to wrap up a few things, but JJ and Luke went back to Quantico to break the news to the kids and to take them back home, whatever that meant for them now.

“Hey, Vivian,” Luke said as he approached where she was sitting on one of the couches.

“Agen— Luke! Hi!”

“We got her. The woman who killed your parents, she’s been arrested.”

Vivian’s eyes widened. “Really? Already? Can I ask what her name was?”

Luke had hoped that she wouldn’t have to find out who the culprit was, but he knew that was unrealistic. After all, she was friends with Abigail’s daughter. “Yeah, her name was Abigail Price.”

Luke could pinpoint the moment when Vivian’s spirit dropped. “That’s… that’s the woman who got me placed in Byron’s. I’m friends with her daughter.”

“I know, I’m really sorry that this is how things played out. But hey, listen to me.” He sat down beside her on the couch and looked her in the eyes. “You have to know that this is in no way your fault. There was a series of unfortunate circumstances, and you happened to get caught in the middle, but the blame here falls entirely on her shoulders.”

Vivian tilted her curiously as she looked at Luke. "How many kids do you have, Agent Alvez?"

Luke was momentarily taken aback at the sudden change in conversation. "Um, none."

It was Vivian's turn to be stunned. "None? Really?"

"Yeah, why?"

"It's just that, well, no one who doesn't have kids is as good with kids as you seem to be. Especially with teenagers. Normally all the adults I've ever met have still treated me as a child. And I get it, yeah, I'm young, but you're the first one to treat me like an individual person. Like a mini-adult."

"My wife likes to say that 'age doesn't always provide smarts, life experience does.' You've been through too much, especially in the last two years, to be considered a child. This team always treats every kid it works with as if they were one of our own, but I don't know, it just wasn't in the cards for me and my wife to have any. We might adopt though, someday." He didn't know quite why he was telling Vivian all this, but she had asked him a question, and he wanted to be honest. All part of treating her like a 'mini-adult,' in her own words.

"You should," Vivian told him. "If your wife is anything like you–"

"She's better."

Vivian smiled at that. "Well then, any kid you adopted would be lucky to have you as their parents."

It was Luke’s turn to smile then. “Thank you. So, hey, you ready to go home?”

Vivian’s eyes brightened. “Yes! Oh my god, just let me grab my bag. I mean, no offense, this place is nice and all, but I miss my own bed. And not having to share with young children I don’t know. And my friend Claire.”

Vivian grabbed all her personal belongings, and they were off. Luke walked Vivian into the building and saw as she was reunited with her friend. He watched the way the girls held each other and the smiles on their faces. Vivian had exclusively referred to Claire as her friend… but Luke knew why Vivian had been kicked out of her house, and a part of him wondered if there was something more there. But that was none of his business.

***

As per tradition, Luke was greeted by his wife's open arms when he returned home from the case. This one hadn't been particularly bad, and it had ended comparatively well, but he collapsed into Penelope anyway, pulling her as close as he could and burying his face in her hair and neck, the way he always did.

"That was a fast one, huh?" Penelope asked him.

"Thank god," he replied. "There were ten other families potentially on her list."

"That's awful. All those kids… speaking of kids, have you given any more thought to what we were talking about yesterday?"

Luke sighed and pulled back from Penelope, knowing they should have this conversation face to face. "Well, Vivian went and told me that if you were anything like me–and of course I told her you were better–that any kid we adopted would be lucky to have us as parents. So, you know, that definitely didn't get my mind off it."

Penelope smiled up at him. "You really want to do this, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do. I really do. And even if it's not her, I want to do this. I want to have a family with you, and if we can make a kid's life better in the process, then that's just the icing on the cake."

"Okay, so talk to Emily," Penelope told him. "See if Vivian is even an option for us. And we'll go from there."

"You're serious?" Luke asked. "You want to do this?"

She nodded in response. "I do. And I know you, when you set your mind to something, when you decide you want something, you don't change your mind. I trust you. I trust us. I know that we can do this."

Luke leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips. "I love you."

"I love you too," Penelope said, leaning up to kiss him again. "So much."

#Garvez #Garvez fanfiction #Luke Alvez #Penelope Garcia #Jennifer Jareau #Emily Prentiss #Tara Lewis #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds fanfiction

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davidfarland · 10 months

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David Farland’s Writing Tips: “Mental Toughness”

As writers, we’re faced with lots of different types of stresses. It’s not always just searching for the right word in a description or trying to meet a story deadline.

For more on David Farland's Writing tips, visit https://mystorydoctor.com/writing-blog/

And you can also click here to get your David Farland Daily Meditations.

#writing help #writing tips #writing advice

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