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a-small-safe-place · 6 months

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Then, Nothing.

Yandere Cullen family

A/N: Renesmee is a platonic yandere. The rest of the Cullens are romantic yanderes for you, but it is mostly centered on Bella and Edward right now.

You met Renesmee in a park. You were babysitting a child for a family, and she happened to approach you. This child looked too grown to be the age she said but also looked too young to be anything older, and something about her was off-putting in an uncanny valley way. However, something compelled you to engage with her. She said she did not want to play with any of the other children. Renesmee said they were too ingenuous. That seemed like too big of a word for such a little girl. She talked your ear off, though. She said she does not "talk" much at home, and that it is easier just to be not verbal. That worried you; was this child being abused and forced to stay silent at home? Who even were her parents?

As if on cue, a very beautiful man and woman approached. They looked too young to be the girl’s parents, but also too similar to her to not be her parents. They were also more inhuman in appearance than Renesemee. The mom, Bella, was more welcoming than Renesmee’s father, Edward, who chose to remain standoffish.

Bella smiled and told you, “Renesmee doesn’t usually talk to people besides her family; you must be special.” Her tone sounded as if she had been flirting with you. You chose to ignore it. Maybe just because she was so inhumanly beautiful made it seem like she was flirting. “I don’t know about how special I am, but your daughter is certainly unique; she seems so bright for her age.”

Edward finally spoke up, but in a flat and uninterested tone, “she is; we are very proud.” An awkward silence settled over the area. Thankfully, the child you had been babysitting came up ready to go home.

You began to see them more and more around town. It seemed as if Renesmee could sniff you out in a second if she happened to be in the same area as you. You were relieved that you did not live in the area and lived in a part of town that was in a much lower tax bracket. If you did live in the area, it would not be surprising if Bella, Renesemee, or even Edward showed up at your doorstep. Edward was the most normal out of the three. Bella’s behavior was nice, but something about it felt awkward with a sinister undertone. If she looked different, it would seem more sincere, but something about all three of them made you want to run away as fast as you could despite their beauty. A driver for the family that you babysat for had seen them when picking up you and the child and joked that Bella and Edward were probably related given that they looked similar. He loved to gossip and asked you a million questions about them. You shuddered at the idea. That could explain why their daughter was so peculiar, but wouldn’t incest result in more physical deformities and not just strange behavior from a child? Even if they were related, they did not seem to be that close, definitely not siblings. Everything about them seemed the same but also different.

You tried your best not to think too much about it, but it got to the point where you would see at least one of them anytime you were out on that side of town. You were fine trying to avoid them; each time your excuse was along the lines of “oh they need this kiddo back home!” or some other similar response. That is until you ended up getting fired. The mom refused to say why, and she reacted in disgust when she saw you. Before this, both of the parents enjoyed having you as their sitter. It was a harsh dismissal. You decided to stop by the grocery store before going home. You needed something, anything, to make you feel better about your loss of work, and with the influence your last family had in the community, it was clear you would not be babysitting for a while. Or so you thought.

“Hello,” Edward’s voice sounded from behind you. He did not seem happy to be there. “Sorry,” You mumbled, scooting out of the way, assuming you were in front of something he needed. “I have a job for you,” He said cryptically. You turned around to face him feeling confused. Edward continued to talk. “It will pay well. I know you take care of children, and I wanted to take Bella somewhere on a date, and we do not have a sitter for Renesmee, and she has warmed up to you.”

“You want me to babysit?” You asked somewhat dumbly causing him to smile a bit and chuckle. “Yes, she has warmed up to you, and Bella thinks you are trustworthy. The only catch is that you have to care for her at our home. You may not leave when you are watching her, even if you have an emergency.” You weren't a fan of that stipulation, but you figured they would allow you to call them to come back in a dire situation.

“Okay, fine. When do I need to be there, and is this going to be a regular thing?” You asked. He seemed a little irritated that you're asking these questions. “Tonight. You will start now. It will be a regular job. You can follow me out to our house.”

You arrived at his and Bella’s home. It looked like it was designed by the best architect. Renesmee greeted you outside. “You're here! We are going to have so much fun! Come one! Come meet my family.” As she is dragging you in, Edward is driving away. He did not even mention when they will be back or how much you were getting paid exactly. He was probably making sure you would not take the money and leave. There are people inside. Four people, two guys, and two girls sit on the couch and sofa. You hear a few people in the kitchen. “These are my aunts and uncles! That's Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rosalie; they are married, and then Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper; they are married too. My Grandma Esme and Grandpa Carlisle are in the kitchen. Grandma wanted to make dinner for you… I mean us.” Two of them smile at you, the two dark-haired ones. The two blondes look mad and somewhat disgusted. This is weird. You have never babysat with people around. Why could the family not watch Renesmee? She seemed to like them just as much as you. Renesmee pulls you into the kitchen. Her grip is surprising for a little girl. A blonde man and a woman with caramel-colored hair are cooking. They look far too young to be a grandma and grandpa. Something about all of these people seems so familiar. As if you have seen them before. Not just on the rich side of town but on the poor side of town too, in your neighborhood. They both introduce themselves and clearly know your name as they greet you. “Are you hungry?” Esme asks, handing you a plate of food. It smells divine, but this has to be a trap. Most families prefer you not to eat a bunch on the job.

Renesmee grabs a plate and begins to eat. “It's so good! Grandma worked hard on it! You have to try it!” It is impossible to say no to her for some reason. You take a plate and take a few bites. It tastes wrong. There are hints of good flavor, but it is heavily covered up by the taste of medicine. The gravity of the situation hits you. “I need to excuse myself; I need a bathroom break.” The shakiness in your voice is clear. You pretend to go to the restroom, but book it to the door when you're out of sight. You see your keys are missing; even your phone has disappeared from your pocket. You step outside only to see your car missing. Suddenly you're grabbed from behind. This person is very strong but knows how to hold someone down without injuring them. You're stuck with a needle. Your life does not flash before your eyes, but each time you've seen these freaks in public flashes in your mind as your vision spins. A wave of calm lays over you. It is unwelcome because it feels unnatural, but it is too comforting for you to care as your vision goes in and out. You see some flashes of memories that do not belong to you. They are from a lower angle, so it has to be from Renesmee's mind. It is Carlisle assuring her that you are going to be safe because they all love you as much as she does.

Then, nothing. You're out like a light.

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dedicatednotobsessed · 2 years

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Bound in Fire and Blood [Aemond Targaryen x Reader]

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Summary: You are the younger twin sister of Aemond Targaryen and the second youngest child to King Viserys and Queen Alicent. Growing up you were extremely close to your twin brother, practically inseparable and as you continued to grow, you realized your feelings for him were more than just a sibling love….

TRIGGER WARNING: This is a story of incest (obviously, it’s Game of Thrones). It contains strong depictions of sexual content and blood. Please read at your own risk.

Warnings in this chapter: This chapter contains graphic violence + spoilers for episode six: the princess and the queen + episode seven: driftmark. (I have read the book but I’m following more the show’s storyline as of right now :) )

Chapter One: Bonded in Blood

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In Westeros, it is considered bad luck for one to birth twins, yet when the King and Queen welcomed their newborn twins, it was a joyous celebration lasting for seven days. It is said the twins were inseparable since birth, when Aemond did one thing, you followed suit. Your mother had tried to separate the two of you on multiple occasions— even going as far as to betroth you to your other older brother, Aegon— and somehow, you always came back to one another.

You stood, bored, in front of the long view mirror staring at the dark green dress your mother had insisted on you wearing for the night’s party. It was a celebration to announce the betrothal of you and your older brother, Aegon the Second.

“Mother,” You whined a bit turning to your mother who seemed to be beaming. “I don’t want to wear this.”

“Hush, my sweet one,” Alicent said, waving you off. “You look gorgeous, a perfect dress for the party.”

You only blew out a bored breath and looked back at yourself in the mirror. It may have been a celebration for your betrothal, yet it felt as though it was more of a celebration for your father and mother. You were only nine years young, Aegon being twelve.

You were to not wed until you flowered which was a few years down the line, however, you never wanted to marry your older brother. You had a twin by the name of Aemond, who was very different from you. He was hot headed and short tempered whereas you were mild tempered and had a caring heart. You always thought you were bound to him, that he would be the one you would marry…until your parents had announced you were to wed Aegon instead.

You looked down when your mother took your hands, your violet eyes meeting her dark ones. Your mother was of House Hightower, your father House Targaryen. Like your brothers and sisters, you took after your father with silver hair and violet eyes.

“Can you at least pretend to be happy for one night, Y/N?”

You let out a sigh but nodded. “Yes, mother.”

Alicent smiled softly and leaned over kissing your cheek gently. “Thank you.” She stepped back a bit, looking at the emerald green dress with gold trim along the plunging neckline. “I believe this would be the perfect dress for you.”

“I like the white one more.”

You turned hearing the familiar voice, a soft smile coming onto your lips at the sight of Aemond. “You do?” She asked softly.

Aemond nodded walking further in looking over at the white dress with silver off the shoulder sleeves. “You would look beautiful.”

“Aemond, should you not be training?” Alicent spoke up with furrowed brows.

Aemond sighed at the slight scolding tone your mother gave but he turned away. “I only wanted to see her dresses.”

“I do enjoy your opinion, Aemond. Thank you,” You spoke up smiling softly at your older brother who returned your smile and nodded a bit.

You held onto Aegon’s hand, the crowded banquet hall cheering loudly for you as you put on a fake smile. You were bidding your mother’s wishes and pretending to be happy just for one night.

“You look lovely, sweet sister,” Aegon whispered in your ear.

“Thank you, brother,” You replied keeping your eyes ahead.

You had decided on the white dress Aemond picked out. You knew that if he liked the dress then he would enjoy seeing you wearing it and it proved to be true when his eyes connected with yours, the expression on his face in awe.

You giggled a bit at his expression but kept your composure as you neared the grand table, you and Aegon taking a bow in front of your mother and father.

Viserys watched the two of you, a warm and cheerful smile resting on his lips. “I have gathered all of you in my hall tonight to celebrate the betrothal of my eldest son, Aegon, to my youngest daughter, Y/N!”

You turned with your brother, smiling at the crowd as they cheered loudly for the two of you. You glanced over when the music began and took a deep breath as Aegon took you onto the dance floor.

As you placed your hand against his, your violet eyes went over to Aemond. You could not read the expression on his face very well, yet the glare gave you a certain idea.

You turned with Aegon, Aemond out of sight as you finally gave your older brother your full attention. You looked up at him, a certain glint in his eyes. You gave him a small smile and looked down, a bit sheepishly. You have heard rumors of the certain looks your brother gave handmaidens in the castle and you knew exactly what it meant. You knew though that deep down, you wanted Aemond to be the one to give you the same looks.

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One year later

You held up the skirts of your dress, heading towards the courtyard where your brothers and nephews would be training, having snuck off from your own lessons.

You were with your mother and Helaena when he came in, a guard holding onto his arm tight and dirtied. You knew exactly what he did, having gone into the dragon pit multiple times. Out of all of your siblings, Aemond was the only one without a dragon. Yours was a lovely white she-dragon known as Revnass. You knew how upset your brother was, but you had faith that he will eventually get his own.

You turned away as your mother rushed over to Aemond, anger washed over her face. You looked down at the needlework in your hands furrowing your brows hearing that Aegon along with your nephews pulled a prank on him. They gave him a pig with homemade wings and a tail.

“Y/N,” Alicent called to you as you quickly stood up and followed after your brother.

You ignored her though, catching up to Aemond. “Those bastards will pay for what they did,” She stated lowly, referencing your nephews Jacaerys and Lucerys. They were the sons of your half sister, Rhaenyra and her husband Laenor Velaryon, yet they looked more like the knight Ser Harwin Strong. Everyone knew.

Aemond sighed and turned his head away. “Do you think I’m a failure? I’m the only one that doesn’t have a dragon,” He asked suddenly.

You looked at your brother and frowned, taking his hands in yours, pulling him to a stop. “You are going to get a dragon. A strong and powerful one.” You smiled lightly when his violet eyes met yours. “I know you will, Aemond.”

He couldn’t help the small smile on his lips. “Thank you, Y/N.”

You turned your head away when you made eye contact with Aegon, your brother sending you a smirk. He had been acting strange ever since your betrothal last year. You were just thankful though that you have yet to flower.

You always thought the betrothal was unfair, not understanding why your mother and father could not match Aegon to Helaena. You did not know why they were trying to separate you and Aemond.

“Are you here to watch your future husband?” Aegon called to you suddenly causing you to snap your head up.

Four pairs of eyes turned to you and you turned away, especially after noticing Aemond’s face turning red.

“Princess, should you not be at your lessons?” Ser Criston spoke up.

You gulped and nodded a bit. “I’m sorry.”

Aegon smirked a bit. “No, let her stay.”

“My Prince—“ Ser Criston began to protest but Aegon waved him off.

“Let her watch. You wanted me up against my lovely nephew, correct?”

“No, it’s okay. I really should—“

“Stay, sweet sister.”

You stared at Aegon, his stern voice sending chills through your spine.

“Aegon, leave her alone,” Aemond spoke up, his pale face only becoming redder.

“What, brother?” Aegon stepped up to his younger brother, the smirk still on his lips. He laughed when Criston pushed them apart so he could fight Jace.

You stood back a bit, your hands clasped in front of you while you watched Aegon beat Jace until Ser Harwin step in although your eyes weren’t on the pair. They were on Aegon. The color in his face didn’t flush off and you frowned.

“Aemond,” You spoke up, your voice soft.

“What?” He snapped and sighed at the shocked expression you gave him. He sighed glancing over as Ser Harwin separated the boys before walking over to you. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You only shook your head a bit. “I just want to know if you’re okay,” You whispered taking his hands gently.

“I’m fine,” He replied a bit harshly although he had a look of hatred towards Aegon.

You sighed, knowing it was a lie although you decided to let it slide. “If you say so, Aemond.”

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Although you were never very close to your Aunt Laena, you had gone to her funeral in Driftmark with your family for your Uncle Daemon. It was dark outside and the children were supposed to be in bed, yet you were currently chasing after your twin brother through the sands of Driftmark.

“Aemond!” You called out, sighing when he only kept walking. It seemed as though he was speeding up on purpose.

You grunted a bit as you lifted your skirts to rush up the hill and looked down at him before glancing up to see the massive dragons sleeping ahead of them.

“Please, don’t tell me—“ You began and yelped when he suddenly took your hand to pull you down.

“Are you trying to get both of us killed?” Aemond hissed.

You took a deep breath and looked ahead, frowning when Aemond slowly stood up, his hand slowly slipping from yours and you quickly followed him as he got closer to the massive dragon.

You took your brother’s arm again when the dragon lifted her head and stared up at her after Aemond had tried to grab her ropes. Your violet eyes went wide as she opened her mouth, a fiery glow coming to the back of her throat.

“Lykiri!” Aemond shouted, shooting out one arm to the dragon, the other in front of you as though it would do anything if Vhagar burned the two of you. “Lykiri, Vhagar!”

You stared at your brother when his eyes connected with yours and took a deep breath when Aemond slowly walked over to the dragon. You watched in awe as he gave Vhagar another command in Valyrian and she flew high in the air, Aemond screaming as he held on tight.

A laughed passed your lips when your brother landed and walked over to him, holding onto his hands tight. “That was incredible, Aemond!” You exclaimed leaning up to kiss his cheek.

Aemond laughed with you and smiled wrapping his arms around you. “When we get home, we must go on a ride together. You on Revnass and me on Vhagar.”

“I would like that,” You replied with a small smile and a nod, slowly letting go of him so they could head back inside, holding onto his hand tight.

You squeezed his hand tight seeing your cousins and nephews rushing over, one of them shouting.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Aemond replied.

“Vhagar was my mother’s dragon. She is mine by birthright!” Rhaena shouted.

“If she was yours, then you should have claimed her,” Your brother replied coldly.

A fight quickly ensued between the children after Aemond made a comment of your nephews parentage, you pushing Baela and Rhaena away when they began to attack Aemond. One of the girls had punched you in the face causing you to stumble back and coughed as they kicked you in the stomach.

“Don’t touch her!” Aemond shouted as he tried to get your nephews off of him and gasped when sand was thrown in his face.

You pushed Baela off and stumbled noticing Luke trying to go in to help his brother who was at Aemond’s mercy. You cried a bit when Rhaena kicked you again but managed to get up and tried to wrap your arms around Luke. Your head whipped to the side when he slapped you, causing you to have a busted lip.

“Aemond!” You cried watching in horror as he stood up only to be met with Luke’s blade, holding tight onto his left eye, blood quickly running through the cracks of his fingers.

You rushed over, your face beaten but in that moment you didn’t care about yourself. You wrapped your arms around him as the tears formed in your eyes, glancing up when two of the kings guard that traveled with you rushed over hearing the screaming.

Your tears were dried as you stood next to your brother’s chair while the maester stitched up his eye. He had ended up losing his eye to his nephew which caused the blood to boil within your veins.

Jace, Luke, and Joffrey were nothing but bastards and with this act of treachery, they were all surely going to pay including the babe Joffrey.

“Are you all right?” Aegon asked quietly in your ear, leaning close to you.

“I’m more concerned for Aemond than myself,” You replied back, your eyes still on your twin brother.

Aegon looked over you, a frown noticeable on his lips but it quickly turned to surprise when your father snapped his head towards him after Aemond accused him of hearing the true parentage of your nephews.

“We all know,” Aegon stated quietly, his head sheepishly down taking glances to the nephews who were clutching tight onto their mother’s skirts. “Everyone knows.”

You frowned, squeezing Aemond’s hand tight. You were worried about his well being more than anything, although your head snapped up when Alicent nearly attacked Rhaenyra. You held onto Aemond as he stood up, looking up at him.

Your brother looked down at you and squeezed your hand in reassurance before slowly letting it go and walking over to your distraught mother.

“Do not mourn me, mother,” He began and Alicent looked up at her son who was severely beaten, battered and bloodied. “It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon.”

You watched the room slowly disperse and the tears brimmed your eyes once more as you hugged Aemond tight. “I thought I lost you,” You whimpered into his shoulder.

Aemond returned your hug tightly, closing his eye. “We’re bound in fire and blood, my sweet sister. You won’t lose me so easily,” He said softly as he stroked your silver hair. “I promise.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, listening to his words. There was some kind of comfort that you got from Aemond that you did not get from any other person, yet you didn’t know how to describe the certain feeling. You only knew that you loved him and he loved you.

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hisnie · 1 month

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I hate the way people treat Katara in The Southern Raiders.

The way that people put Aang on a pedestal of someone who can do no wrong makes me hate discussing the show with ATLA fans. I like Aang, but he isn’t the morally good character that he says he is and the fans only prove this.

In TSR, Katara is given the opportunity by Zuko to get revenge against the man who killed her mother.

First I want to start off with Katara’s exchange with Sokka.

Katara asks Aang for Appa to go on the journey with Zuko, he tries to persuade her otherwise and then Sokka tells Katara, “Katara, she was my mother too but I think Aang is right”.

And so Katara says the infamous line, “Well you didn’t love her the way I did.”

This is when people go insane but what Katara’s says is somewhat reasonable. Katara and Sokka have different versions of love for their mother, you can be siblings but still love your parents differently from your sibling. People also never put in perspective that Katara has the view of a child with survivors guilt while Sokka is able to move on from his mother’s death because he is a kid who understands war. From a young child, even in TSR episode, it shows him wanting to fight back against the Fire Nation and him wanting to be involved in the war between his people and the Fire Nation. I also believe that Sokka does feel sorrow for Yue’s death, but isn’t hung up on it like Katara is with their mothers death because he understands that at the end of the day, Yue’s sacrifice was her duty and a product of war. Their mother’s death was an outcome of war.

I love Sokka, but when he says this line:

He’s dismissing her feelings. It’s like he’s saying, “We both lost our mother, but because I don’t want revenge, you shouldn’t either” which isn’t fair to Katara at all. Ofc I don’t believe Sokka meant for it to come out like that but that’s what it sounded like.

But you can also use the fact that Sokka grew up in a sort of toxic masculinity mentality. You can also use the fact that Sokka held his emotions in too about their mother’s death and that was also damaging to him. Which is true, I could support that too.

And my response to that is that you shouldn’t force others to grieve how you grieve.

Katara can’t just forgive Yon Rha like Aang can when it comes to the genocide of his people because they are fundamentally different people with different backgrounds and settings.

Obviously they don’t force Katara to stay on the island and not go on the quest, but they do admonish her and compare her to Jet (which is a lil finicky because Jet did do bad things but also changed towards the end of his life to do good and also help the gang) which is demeaning to who she is. She even defends herself by saying she isn’t like Jet, she isn’t attacking an innocent person, she’s attacking the man who led the raids against her people and killed her mother.

This brings me to my gripe with Aang in this episode and previous episodes. I can’t recall a single episode where Aang acknowledges what happens to her and comforts her. It’s always Katara comforting Aang when he is emotionally distressed. When he learned about the death of his people, when Appa was taken, and when he was questioning his honor of being the Avatar. It’s always Katara comforting him but it’s never really reciprocated back to her.

In this scene, Aang tells Katara that she should forgive Yon Rha and she says, “I knew you wouldn’t understand.”

Because Aang never tries to. It’s either his way or no way. Aang is a pacifist and I respect that, Aang wants to preserve the culture of his people and I also respect that. However, Katara doesn’t have the same views as him. Katara never stated to be a pacifist, Katara never stated to believe in the views of the Air Nomads, so obviously there would be a disconnect between the two of them because they grew up with a different culture and different world views. They also grew up in the different times, Aang grew up in peace while Katara was born during a war.

It’s honestly disingenuous to ask Katara to forgive the man who killed her mother, just because Aang can forgive the fire nation for their atrocities to his people, doesn’t mean she can too. People grieve differently. Katara outburst was bound to happen because no one in the group ever acknowledges her pain. Only person who does is Zuko and although people like to call him a manipulator, he isn’t. He realized that Katara’s hatred for Yon Rha was being directed at him because he is a personification of the Fire Nation in her image. So he stops, learns about what happened, and tries to understand her pain.

It’s also extremely hypocritical for people to get mad at Katara for her outburst against Sokka when Aang yelled at Toph when she chose to save them over saving Appa from the Sandbenders.

People even defend it by saying

Can’t that be the same thing said for Katara?

Also, Aang never apologizes to Toph about his outburst btw. He even yells at the rest of the gang later on during the desert and also yells at Katara, “claiming that she isn’t helping” when she is the only one keeping the group together.

What also gets me is how no one realized that Katara wasn’t going to kill Yon Rha. After rewatching the series a bit, Katara was never going to kill that man. It’s not in her character to and this episode tests her character and makes her better for it.

And the lessons of the episode isn’t “revenge isn’t the way” or smth similar to that, if anything, it’s the fact that you don’t have to forgive your abusers. It’s shown through Zuko, Aang, and Katara. Zuko doesn’t enact revenge against Ozai but he also doesn’t forgive him. Aang has the right to kill Ozai for the death of his people and for the war, but doesn’t. Aang never forgave him though. And most importantly is Katara, she can’t bring herself to kill Yon Rha but at the end of the episode she tells Aang that she can’t forgive him. Aang was wrong, forgiveness can be impossible.

#atla #katara #aang #sokka #toph beifong #the southern raiders #avatar the last airbender

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greenhikingboots · 2 years

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More of an Effort - a Jonsa ficlet

As Sansa sat next to her husband, the new King in the North, she rubbed the palm of one hand with the thumb of the other, a haphazard attempt to soothe her fears. Her mind raced with words she needed to say, words she knew Jon would not be happy to hear. Though they agreed to marry shortly after reuniting at Castle Black, they had agreed on little else since. Why would tonight be any different?

He’s a brute, Sansa thought. Whenever his advisors asked him questions, he responded with little more than grunts and two word sentences, and when he trained for battle his eyes gleamed with unadulterated rage. And he thinks I’m a child, her bitter thoughts piled on. But I’m not a child. Not anymore. How could Jon see her otherwise, though, given their shared past? They had not been close as children, at least not as close as she had been with Robb, or Bran, or Rickon, or as he had been with Arya. But they were raised to believe they were half-siblings, and that complicated their marriage now. They knew it would, of course — Sansa, and Jon, and everyone at Castle Black knew it would. Howland Reed most of all, and yet he insisted they marry for the sake of the North. “Some of the Houses will refuse to support Jon,” he’d said, “given he’s — he’s —” “A Targaryen,” Sansa spat, still struggling to believe it. “— given he’s Ned’s nephew, not his son,” Howland amended. “And some won’t want to support you either, Lady Sansa, given you married a Lannister.” “But I’ve told you already! Our marriage was never consummated. Even the ladies at court, they whispered — and — and I’m sure — Well, my mother always said there are no secrets in a castle, so I suspect —” Howland held up his hands as if surrendering. Or, perhaps he held up his hands to entice Sansa to surrender. She fell silent, and he continued. “That’s part of my point, my dear. You’re free to marry again. Now, as I said earlier, if you marry Jon the North won’t squabble over which of you has the better claim. And wouldn’t that be nice, no more squabbling?” Sansa started to rise from her chair, intending to move closer to the fire in Jon’s chambers as she thought it over, but just as she did, he chortled. She sat back down and whipped her head to the side to stare at him. “What’s so funny?” she demanded to know. Jon dragged his hand over his beard. “I don’t know,” he said. “Nothing. Everything. You being here. Howland using the word squabble.” He turned to Howland. “Don’t say squabble when you mean war.” It was the most Jon had spoken since Sansa’s arrival at Castle Balck the day before. She whipped her head back around, this time to see if Howland found that as perplexing as she did. “Jon’s had a difficult few days. Be patient with him,” Howland said. It was true. Jon had been murdered, brought back to life, told Robb had legitimized him — which made him next in line for the Northern crown — and then told the truth about his parents, about Lyanna and Rhaega’s secret wedding and how Petyr Baelish had stolen scrolls from the Citadel which proved it had happened. “When it suits him, Littlefinger will find a way to use that information to his advantage,” Howland had said. “Best that we take action to get ahead of him.” It was enough to make anyone’s head spin, Sansa knew, but she wasn’t feeling particularly sympathetic. “I’ve had a difficult few days as well,” she muttered, thinking of her and Howland’s journey from the Vale to the Wall. “But you don’t hear me laughing at inappropriate times,” she added a moment, a little louder. Jon shot her a nasty look before turning his attention back to Howland. “You truly believe this is necessary?” he asked. “Even more so since hearing your Wildlings talk about the horrors beyond the Wall. If we’re to have any chance of surviving the white walkers, the North must be united under House Stark.” Jon leaned forward in his chair. “House Stark? I’ll take her name, then?” Her name. Not Sansa’s name. And he didn’t even glance or nod in her direction when he said it. Sansa crossed her arms over her chest, her mood souring. Meanwhile, Howland grinned as if that part of the plan should have been obvious, as if a man — a king — taking his wife’s name wasn’t the most ridiculous thing any of them had ever heard of. Well, the most ridiculous thing right after resurrections and white walkers. Jon dragged his hand over his beard once more. There was a look in his eyes now that told Sansa everything she needed to know. His decision had been made. More than the crown, more than the authority to lead an army, he wanted to be a Stark. He’d always wanted to be a Stark. “You’d never have to leave Winterfell again,” Jon said, still not giving Sansa as much as a glance. “You’d never have to marry someone like Joffrey Baratheon or Harry Hardying —” “I’d have to give you an heir.” Jon deflated, and Sansa nearly let out a mirthless laugh. Okay, an inappropriate laugh. Had he really not thought of that on his own? “You could take your time with that part,” Howland offered. “No need to rush. The Northerners — they’ll understand.” “They’ll ridicule us,” Sansa protested. Finally, Jon’s eyes met hers. “Better to be ridiculed than dead,” he said quietly. And so they married. The ceremony took place near a heart tree beyond the Wall, the very same, Jon told her, where he’d once said his vows for the Night’s Watch. Take no wife, hold no lands, father no children — the irony was not lost on them. As they rode out, Sansa’s stomach was full of knots. And yet, when she draped a cloak over Jon’s shoulders rather than the other way around, and when she saw his cheeks flush in response, those knots turned to butterflies. She smiled at him. He smiled back at her. And then Howland hugged them both, and she remembered what it was like to feel hopeful. “Something’s troubling you.” Jon’s words cut through Sansa’s memories and made her jump in her seat at the head table of the Great Hall. “Oh, yes, I — I suppose that’s true,” she said. “How did you know, Your Grace?” Jon winced. “Sansa, I’ve told you. You don’t —” “Have to call you that? I think I do. Here in front of the lords and ladies, at least, I do. Otherwise I might slip up and challenge you in front of them, as I do in front of your advisors, and then where would we be?” Jon allowed a hesitant smile, the first one Sansa had seen from him in weeks — perhaps since their wedding ceremony, she realized. Afterwards, they had traveled the North in search of allies and then, just yesterday, they’d finally retaken Winterfell. At Sansa’s suggestion, Jon had let poor Jeyne Poole choose the manner of Ramsay Bolton’s execution, and the two friends had smiled at each other when she said Ramsay should be fed to his dogs. But not Jon. He’d remained as solemn as ever. Until now, apparently, at the celebration feast where his wife has insisted on referring to him by his title rather than his — well, not his given name. His given name had been Aemon Targaryn, Howland told them. But Jon had insisted on remaining Jon. Jon Stark. “Since when do you admit to challenging me?” he asked. “I thought you held that you were advising me, same as the others.” As he said this, Jon sounded almost — almost — playful. Sansa thought of teasing him about it, of asking how many cups of wine it had taken to lift his spirits. But before the question could slip through her lips, she thought better of it. She did not want to lose track of the racing thoughts that had her rubbing her palm a minute ago. They were overdue for an important conversation. Now that Winterfell was theirs, there was really no reason to continue putting it off. Sansa inhaled deeply, readying herself, and then leaned closer to Jon. “Howland suggested we make more of an effort,” she said. “Not — not necessarily — well, you know. Not necessarily do the deed. But make more of an effort.” Jon smiled in earnest, and it made Sansa’s stomach flip. What had gotten into her? What had gotten into him? “Yes, I remember Howland saying that,” he replied. “I was there.” “Then you agree? You’ll visit me in my chambers after the feast?” Jon’s smile faltered. “Tonight?” he asked, glancing away. “We don’t need to touch,” Sansa rushed to clarify. “I’m sure you’re still exhausted from yesterday’s fight anyway. But we do need to learn to be comfortable sharing a bed and talking about something other than battle plans or grain supplies.” “Sharinng a bed,” Jon echoed. “And talking. Just talking,” Sansa emphasized. And so they did. That night, for the first time, they shared a bed as husband and wife, and they talked for hours — about family, and regret, and unexpected lessons, and healing, and courage, and love. Yes, love. And as Sansa fell asleep, her hand covering Jon’s, she knew it wouldn’t be long before they were doing more than talking about it. [This is only on Tumblr for now. I may eventually turn it into a longer one-shot and put it on AO3, but probably not before finishing my multi chapter WIP. So not anytime soon. Also, if you recently saw me nervously ask if anyone was interested in co-authoring a fic, this is the one I was talking about.]

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THE RESEMBLANCE OF TMBTE GOD AND THANATOS THE GOD OF DEATH/A SEMELHANÇA ENTRE O DEUS DE TMBTE E THANATOS O DEUS DA MORTE

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A brief history of thanatos

Thanatos is the son of Nix (night) and twin brother of Hypnos (sleep). Unlike his brother, Thanatos is portrayed as a merciless and inexorable being, without emotions or compassion. He is tasked with directing the souls of the dead to the underworld, where they are judged by Hades.

In mythology, Thanatos is not usually the protagonist of many stories, but his presence is felt in many narratives where he plays his role in carrying the souls of the dead. He is portrayed as an inevitable and inescapable force, representing the transitory and inevitable nature of human life.

Both Hypnos and Thanatos are fundamental figures in Greek mythology, representing essential aspects of human existence: peaceful sleep and decisive death. Their stories, although not as elaborate as those of other gods, play a vital role in cosmology and mythological narratives.

Uma breve história de thanatos

Thanatos é filho de Nix (a noite) e irmão gêmeo de Hipnos (o sono). Diferente de seu irmão, Thanatos é retratado como um ser impiedoso e inexorável, sem emoções ou compaixão. Ele é encarregado de conduzir as almas dos mortos para o submundo, onde são julgadas por Hades.

Na mitologia, Thanatos geralmente não é protagonista de muitas histórias, mas sua presença é sentida em muitas narrativas onde ele desempenha seu papel de levar as almas dos mortos. Ele é retratado como uma força inevitável e inescapável, representando a natureza transitória e inevitável da vida humana.

Ambos Hipnos e Thanatos são figuras fundamentais na mitologia grega, representando aspectos essenciais da existência humana: o sono tranquilo e a morte inevitável. Suas histórias, embora não tão elaboradas quanto as de outros deuses, desempenham um papel vital na cosmologia e nas narrativas mitológicas.

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Thanatos characteristics:

Greek name: Θανατος

Latin name: Mors

Roman name: Mors, Letum

Translation: Death (Thanatos)

God of: Death

Associated symbols: Butterfly, poppy, sword and inverted torch

Weapons: Sword and scythe

Child: None

Parents: Nyx (mother) and Erebus (father)

Siblings: Hypnos (twin brother), Moros, Eris and Moirae

Características de Thanatos:

Nome grego: Θανατος

Nome em latim: Mors

Nome romano: Mors, Letum

Tradução: Morte (Thanatos)

Deus da: Morte

Símbolos associados: Borboleta, papoula, espada e tocha invertida

Armas: Espada e foice

Criança: Nenhum

Pais: Nyx (mãe) e Erebus (pai)

Irmãos: Hypnos (irmão gêmeo), Moros, Eris e Moirae

My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire I will travel far beyond the path of reason Take me back to Eden Take me back to Eden Take Me Back To Eden - Sleep Token

Thanatos, as the personification of death, as well as other similar representations in different cultures, reflects the human attempt to understand and deal with loss, grief and the mystery of what happens when life ends, demonstrating the central role of death in beliefs religious and mythological aspects of humanity. Available at: https://historiablog.org/2023/11/02/tanatos-o-deus-da-morte-na-mitologia-grega/. Access in: [05/16/2024].

Thanatos , como personificação da morte, assim como outras representações semelhantes em diferentes culturas, reflete a tentativa humana de compreender e lidar com a perda, o luto e o mistério do que acontece quando a vida se encerra, demonstrando o papel central da morte nas crenças religiosas e mitológicas da humanidade. - "História Blog. Tânatos: o deus da morte na mitologia grega. Disponível em: https://historiablog.org/2023/11/02/tanatos-o-deus-da-morte-na-mitologia-grega/. Acesso em: [16/05/2024].

Fontes:

Thanatos : God of Death in Mythology, link História Blog. Tânatos: o deus da morte na mitologia grega, link Thanatos characteristics, link

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mortiium · 2 months

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𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 .. 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒎𝒂𝒏 ?

tip of the iceberg.

full name : cameron greer newman

nicknames : greer

age / dob : twenty - two / july twenty - first ( cancer ass bitch )

gender / pronouns : non binary / they + them

sexuality : bisexual

species : witch

dwelling : prospect hill

occupation : farm - hand / market vendor

in a word.

gentle. curious. scrappy. distracted. distant. intelligent. sensitive. trustworthy. loyal. respectful.

what does it mean to be a sheep? what does it mean to be a shepherd?

walking barefoot through the creek. scrapping your knees on a rock. frogs hopping desperately from the water. shaggy hair covering your eyes. pinning your shorts to keep them up. feral blonde children covered in mud. wool sweaters and socks and blankets. curling up next to a fire. catching bugs in jars.

let’s talk about greer.

greer was the second child born to destiny and jared newman - two sheep farmers living somewhat close to marina island proper - and third oldest newman sibling total. as far as jared knows, the newmans had been shepherds in the green hills for as long as magic had ruled there - his ancestors among the first witches. or that's how the story goes.

altogether there were six newman children, one half sibling and four full. they grew up very untamed, with few rules, living on their family's farmland. before the younger children were pulled out and homeschooled, teachers used to dread the seemingly endless parade of fluffy haired witches. they slept in piles around the farm, huddling together for warmth like puppies. they walked together to town to buy candy and snacks from the local vendors, usually stuffing their pockets with more than they'd paid for. each tended to a flock of wild animals - feeding squirrels, protecting bird nests, watching for foxes with the family collies.

the family has always been seen as strange and a bit feral, but well liked in town. several of the newmans have always been gifted healers (though greer tends to gravitate more towards death magic) and they run a free, holistic healing service for those they offer it to.

the eldest newman sibling was technically only jared's biological child - the product of jared and a demon before he'd even met destiny and was still quite young. the halfling inherited abilities inherent to both parents, but it never seemed like a problem. the line of witches had lived peacefully and outside the realm of conflict practically since their arrival on the island, and destiny had cared for the eldest newman like they were her own since she'd started dating jared.

things changed roughly a year ago. the eldest newman had been dappling in darker magic - drawn to it through their bloodline, some of greer's siblings had gossiped. no one was awake when it happened, but something had to have happened. one night in december the halfing had been there. the next morning, scorched earth trailed towards the barn and there was no halfling to be found.

a year later and the grass still hasn't grown back. greer's family hasn't been able to talk about it - everyone processing differently. sometimes, destiny won't even acknowledge it's happened, turning instead to wash dishes or scrub at a countertop.

go eaeeeeaeeaeaessyy on them baby .. adele vc.

#ˏˋ ◟ * GREER ／ BIOGRAPHY. ˎˊ #marina:intro #disappearance tw

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A/N: Age gap relationship (older woman/younger man. Everyone is of age. Enter at your own risk)

Devour, Part 7:

That night at the coffee house went better than I expected. JJ was nervous. He's not shy; I know that from my classroom. But tonight I could sense that he was uncomfortable and unsure of himself and of us. I did everything I could to put him at ease and it worked. As I watched him loosen up and he began to talk, laugh and share. I was struck at how mature he is and how beautiful he is to me. When I was his age I was mature too, but for different reasons.

Being with JJ makes me feel carefree and young. Tonight I wasn't the sexy history teacher he knows from school. I was Marni, the pretty girl who sat in the back of classrooms. I was the girl men liked to look at and longed to touch. I want JJ to touch me. The look in his eyes told me that he wanted to. When our legs brushed against each other, I felt his muscles tense, saw his hand tighten around his coffee mug.

When he looked at me, I knew what he was thinking. He's awakened something inside me and I can't wait to have his hands and mouth on me, on my skin. I think about when it'll happen and where. I don't want to plan it. I want it to happen when he's completely ready. I know it'll happen, I can feel it.

I raise my wine glass to my lips and take a drink. I roll the stem between my fingers. The information about his mom was sad but not surprising. He wouldn't say how she died and I knew better than to press him about it. He'll let me know when he's ready. And when he is, I'll be patient and very understanding.

Us coming together is like a slow dance. Something to be savored and enjoyed. We come close, touch, retreat. It's a balancing act with purposeful and intricate steps that will only lead to one place. The anticipation is all consuming.

We go to the coffeehouse a lot. Mainly on the weekends. She picks me up at dusk at the end of my street after we're sure that no one is watching. I like being with her. I like talking to her. It's difficult in the beginning and then not at all. She tells me that she grew up in Seattle and went to college in California.

She always wanted to be a teacher. She tells me stories about lining up her stuffed animals and dolls and teaching them the alphabet. I do my best to try to make her laugh. She tells me that she's an only child like I am. Neither of us wanted siblings.

I tell her a little bit about my dad without going into too much detail. She doesn't pry and I can tell that she's grateful that I don't ask her any questions about her parents. She compliments me on the work that I've turned in. She puts her hand on my arm and I blurt out, "What do you see in me?"

She tilts her head to one side and really looks at me. "I see that you're smart and sensitive and wise beyond your years. " I enjoy hearing that. I want her to think of me as mature. I mention college and if it's possible for me to go, stay in North Carolina or not.

She mentions that she paid her own way through college. I ask her why and her answer is that she didn't want to owe her parents anything. Whenever she mentions her parents her features become tight. She mentions that they weren't good parents to her and I want to know more but I let it go.

I don't want her to shut me out or stop hanging out with me. At some point during our conversations we start holding hands and I like the way it feels. I like how she makes me feel and it's difficult for me not to tell her that.

Harder and harder for me to not touch her. I like watching her face when we talk, and the way she sways to the music, and the sound of her voice when she whispers in my ear. It takes everything I have to get out of her car after our dates. To go home alone and go to bed with her in my head and my body on fire.

I've taken so many cold showers that my skin is basically a prune and my balls have shriveled up. I wash my sheets a lot because of her. But she's consumed my every waking moment.

Saturday morning and I hear the doorbell ring unexpectedly. My parents are on the mainland and I'm not expecting anyone. I open the front door and JJ is standing there, grinning like a fool. As if we're friends again instead of strangers. "Door to door salesman?" I ask. My hearts in my throat because he's here. I'm mad at him because he's shown up with no warning, and he's been too "busy " to hangout with us for over a month.

"It's hotter than Satan's ballsack out here. Can I come in? " I walk away and say over my shoulder, "Knock yourself out. Please. " He follows me inside. "What's your problem?"

I head down into the finished basement, which is where my parents let me hang out when I have friends over. "You haven't been around much, " I let him know. He kinda shrugs his shoulders and says "I'm here now. "

I'd love to give him a piece of my mind but I don't want to scare him away either. "What's the special occasion?"

"Just thought I'd say hi. Do I need a reason?" I back down from causing a fight. "No, I guess you don't." Just seeing him makes me weak in the knees. "John B, Pope and Sarah are coming over. John B has a DVD and some pot brownies. Want to stay?"

JJ shoves his hands into his back pockets and rocks back on his boots. Before he can respond JB, Sarah and Pope are bombarding my stairs. "Hey, man." JB looks surprised to see JJ. "Didn't think that you were going to be here."

"He just showed up, " I explain. Sarah looks at me for an explanation. Like I'm keeping secrets from her. I shake my head, no way. "Can't hang out with my friends without them giving me the third degree?" JJ asks, sounding irritated.

"It's just been forever, " JB says. "Where have you been? Got another group of friends that you're not telling us about?" I'm glad that he's asking and not me. "Whatever, man. I'm here now. What movie did you bring? Is it good?"

Classic JJ. Distraction. Answer a question with a question. I've seen him do it before. John B. pulls out the movie. "Bootleg. So it's crappy quality but it's still entertaining. "

We settle down on the beat up couch and watch the movie. I'm next to JJ and his warmth makes it hard to focus on the movie. He smells good too, like sunshine and sandalwood. A scent that's best described as just JJ. He smells grown up and sophisticated.

The movie finishes, we talk about a band and their music, then about school. It's Pope who says, "So, apparently coach asked out Marni and no one knows if she said yes yet. "

JJ is fidgeting with a couch cushion between his hands and he stops cold. "It's all over the locker room. Old man Mathers has been asking her out. Poor horny guy."

"She should go, " Sarah says. Shrugging her shoulders. "Why would she?" JJ asks. He sits a little straighter and he looks wary, but I'm the only one who notices, because like Sarah says I'm hyper aware of everything JJ does.

"To give him a thrill? He really likes her. You don't see the way that he looks at her?" JB asks. "He gets all red in the face when she walks by, he's pretty much reduced to a drooling mess if they're in the same room together. "

Kie sighs and flops backwards. "Is she all y'all ever talk about?" John B. covers Sarah's ears and winks. "I can't tell you what we talk about when she's involved. Too crude for your ears. "

JJ stands up abruptly, "Listen, I got some stuff to take care of at home. " I follow him up the stairs, wishing that he would stay. "You want to stay for dinner? It's been a long time."

We get to the front door and he turns to face me. "Rain check. " He gives me a megawatt smile, "See you in school. " I watch him walk away and wish with all my heart that I didn't love him so much.

And for once, just once, he'd look at me like the way Coach looks at Marni Cooper.

"Are you dating him? How many times have you gone out with coach?" We're sitting in her car, in the rain, in front of her apartment. As soon as I left Kie's, I called her, told her that I had to see her, jumped on the next bus to her neighborhood and walked the rest of the way, meeting her at her car. We're supposed to go to our coffeehouse tonight, but I cannot get the mental image of them out of my head. I can see them in my mind, him doing with her what I want to do with her.

"Mathers? I don't know. I'm not exactly keeping track. "

"So you're dating him?" She turns to face me. "Is this an interrogation? I don't have to tell you the things that I do with my time." I have a pit in my stomach. "I-I thought...I was special. That we were special. "

Her expression softens. "We are special. " She puts her hand on my cheek and runs her thumb over my lips. Rain hits the windshield. The windows are fogged, from our intermingled breathes and the heat from my anger. I know that I'm out of line but I can't help it. I have to know what's going on with her and coach.

"JJ. " Marni reaches over, places her hand on my shoulder. "Are you jealous?" I can hardly breathe. Every nerve in my body is screaming and I feel like I'm on fire. "Of course I am, " I say. It hurts my pride to say that.

"Oh, my sweet, precious JJ." She leans forward, lifts my face and gently kisses me on the lips. I take her shoulders and kiss her back. Hard, demanding. I kiss her hard and long. Her tongue slides between my teeth, it ignites a fire I can't control. The rain continues to fall, giving a rhythm to the primitive feeling inside me that I don't want to control.

Her hand slips onto my growing bulge and she cups it gently with her long, slim fingers. It strains against my jeans and she makes me groan. She rubs my length and I think that I'm about to bust. "Do you like that?" She mumbles against my lips.

"Yes." I kiss her again and again, driving my tongue into her wet, hot mouth. We're both breathing heavily and all that I want is her soft body against my hard one. I struggle to get closer to her, but my seat belt hinders me. I break off the kiss and her eyes are wide, pupils dilated and staring at me.

"What do you want?" She asks, her voice low and whispery. "Tell me what you want." I look at her. "You. Just you." I say. She opens the door and cold, wet wind fills the car. The rain makes her sweater stick to her body, showing me every curve. I see the shape of her bra and her breasts. I want to touch her so much that it hurts. "Come upstairs. "

I follow her, not feeling the rain. Only the heat from her body. She opens the door and for a minute we stand on the rug, dripping wet and shivering. And then her mouth is on mine and her hands are tugging on my jeans. I don't remember how we ended up in her bedroom and our clothes are strewn everywhere. We're in her soft bed and I'm close to exploding, she hands me a condom from her nightstand and she pulls my throbbing length out of my boxere and puts it on me.

Her hands are shaking so hard so I guide her hands down my length and then the world falls away and there's Marni, only her, filling all of my senses.

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hereforthe-stuff123 · 2 months

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My opinion on Fictional Incest

Incest is a relationship with any people related by blood, (parent/child, cousin/cousin, sibling/sibling) and people ship fictional characters in this position. Such as, Lucifer x Draco from Harry Potter, Charlie x Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel and many others. In real life, it’s messed up.

Science has proved that if 2 family members have a baby due to their relationship, the genes will mess up, having an unusual result. People do point out if the incest has consent from both sides, it’s fine. Yet, it’s still a big hush topic and serious one, as the people share the same blood in their genes. It’s socially unacceptable as there’s 9 billion people in the world, yet someone chooses a blood relative to have a a romantic/sexual relationship and (might) share body fluids.

Incest can also be a form of abuse. When family members prey on other family members, more likely younger ones. Many people that have been SA’ed have been assaulted by one of their own family members, making the situation complicated and difficult to get Justice for the crimes. It’s a serious topic with mention of abuse of all sorts, assault and crime, as many people have been forced to have incest.

Yet, fictional characters are different right? Many people have different opinions. People say characters have chemistry and the writers of the characters even gave the characters a romantic moment. People get confused about the lines of Romantic and Platonic. And since many people might be confused on the lines, they might think a daughter and father bonding moment have sexual tension when the father acts like a parent, (saving the daughter from danger). This includes any pairing of family members. Or people completely know when the lines are drawn, but uses the scene and twist it into their favour, changing the truth, shoving their opinion into people’s faces and saying it’s the truth, when it’s not.

Some people say it’s boredom, saying it’s the only way so they won’t inflict harm on others or themselves. This is where people use self harm/mental and physical harm on others as an excuse, knowing full well so many people suffer from those problems. If a silly fictional pair where a daughter and father simply fuck, is the only thing saving you from the urges to harm, that person is mentally unstable. I would suggest therapy and discussing these thoughts to your therapist in full detail. The whole situation, no leaving stuff out or sugar coating it so you look like a saint.

People might say to mind your own business and that is a valid reason. Yet for example, so many other people can speak up about anyone’s opinions but not yours? You can speak up about your own opinions but the moment we question yours, we are the shitty people here.

Conclusion, incest is incest. No matter if it includes fictional characters or people in real life. The idea of family members fucking each other and sharing body fluids is socially inappropriate to talk in person, so why say it online where the entire world can see it. If so many people disagree with you, maybe you might be the one in the wrong. Incest is serious as so many people have been through SA in the form of their own family members sexually/romantically doing things to them without consent.

If your mad at people saying the truth about your kinky thoughts, then why say it online. Of course you have free speech, but we all also have that right. If you can’t handle the backlash, don’t say it in the first place and stop throwing excuses in our faces against the truth. Ask your family members about incest. How would they act? Probably what we’re saying right now. If you want to see family members to fuck each other, do it in real life and face the consequences. If you wouldn’t do it in real life, why do it online.

Prove me wrong or not. Argue your faces off. Throw little fits that we’re doing right now. Keep feeding the fire. Show me real proof that it’s socially acceptable to fuck and love your family members romantically.

#opinion #rant post #rant #personal rant #tw rant #tw inc*st #hazbin hotel #harry potter #tw abuse #tw triggers #inc*st #do it. if you ship family members fictionally #do it in real life. i dare you.

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IN . THE EVERLOVE'S HOME , CAELUM'S & MARIA'S BEDROOM ━ EVENING CW : CHILD + GENERAL DISTRESS, MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE + ABANDONMENT , DISAPPEARANCES, FAMILIAL ABUSE

Micah finds the opportunity to be alone with their parents, their siblings downstairs. Warlock is sitting on a chair at a corner, brought over by Micah, but it doesn't choose to intervene with the conversation, only having its presence as a comfort for them. Micah takes a deep breath.

[ MICAH ] I... I don't think I was ever told what happened to me in the very beginning. I just know for a fact that I spent my first five years just switching between so many foster families.

Micah traces the lines of their right palm. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

[ MICAH ] (CONT'D) If you have any details that you can share to me of where I was before I was taken into foster care, I would extremely appreciate it. It's alright if they hurt. I think I'll be alright.

Caelum and Maria exchanges each other a soft expression, worried for their first beloved child. Micah keeps staring at them, hoping that they can share to them anything that can help them.

[ CAELUM ] Well, as you may remember, Micah, no one could find any records of you. Back then, we didn't have many tools to help identify any DNAs, but [ ... ] You were abandoned in a burnt forest. Anyone could drop you there. The team couldn't find the sources for the fire or evidences of the person who put you there. We still have no idea why you were at the forest to begin or how you could survive the fire and smokes. You were around one when they found you.

Micah frowns, recalling the sounds of a crying toddler they heard. The sky roared.

[ MICAH ] Was there a thunderstorm when the fire occurred?

[ CAELUM ] Yes, but they didn't find any indications of the lightnings striking anywhere at that area. But there was a heavy rain that could extinguish the forest fire, but it was quite intense. This sort of fire was thought to be a phenomenon, but the fact that you were abandoned, that's just our own belief.

[ MICAH ] (confused.) Your own belief...

[ MARIA ] A lot of people thought of many different stories based on this event [...] You were like a legend tale. Some thought you were a sacrifice. Others thought a deity put you there as a warning sign to the city. Your father and I are likely the only few ones who can think someone abandoned you because it's as humanly real for one to do such a thing, even... even to a toddler.

Micah fidgets, the sick heaviness building in their body.

[ CAELUM ] Truth be told, Micah, you really were a child of mystery. From what we have heard, some of your foster families would... um, disappear some time after you moved out.

Micah's blood turns cold

[ MICAH ] Wh- what?

[ MARIA ] Yes, there was a strange pattern of the families who took you under their care that would disappear, but from what we have been told by the social service agency, you were subjected to various forms of abuse, so it's most likely those families who harmed you were the main victims.

Micah stares at a photo frame at the other side of the room, seeing Mimi on a swing. Her expression lacked joy, motions stiff. They blink hard a few times, their eyes teary. Warlock remains silent, but takes a seat next to Micah so it can comfort them. It squeezes their hand to bring them back to reality. Micah slowly gazes at their parents, trembling.

[ MICAH ] (whispers, aching.) Did I - did I m- murder them?

Caelum covers his mouth in shock at the inquiry. Maria furiously shakes her head and takes Micah away from Warlock in her arms, their face into the crook of her neck. She holds them close like they are the most precious thing to exist.

[ MARIA ] No, no, no, baby, you never had anything to do with their disappearances. You were just a child, Micah.

Micah cries against her, part of them doubting their mother. Caelum grimaces and also gives Micah an embrace, patting their back.

[ CAELUM ] We are most sorry, Micah. You didn't deserve to have to experience every hardship, especially while so young. But your family here love you so infinitely much. Your mother and I love you, little light, and we'll always be so beyond grateful that we took you in.

Micah sees Warlock on the edge of the bed to give the trio space. It nods solemnly, agreeing their father's words.

[ MICAH ] Did... did people come up with different im- impressions of me too as I - I was still going between foster homes?

A brief period of silence passes. Micah starts to think of themself as a curse. Maria gently brushes their front hair strands to kiss their forehead, soothing her baby.

[ MARIA ] They did, unfortunately, but what they would think of you will never be what you are. You are your own self. Not ever anyone's, not even your father and I. You must be what you always believe is most right and important to you. The Everlove family will always love you, whatever you decide to be and become in the end. You are forever most loved, Micah, do you understand?

Micah leans back to make eye contact with their parents and feebly nods. After Caelum gives them a forehead kiss as well, Maria softly smiles at Micah and cleans the trails of tears with her thumbs.

[ MARIA ] We didn't want to tell you first because we were afraid we'd deeply break your heart and we never want that to happen. You are such a lovely shining starlight. We're all so happy to have you. That you exist.

Micah's lips quiver at their parents tearing up, silently crying more with them, but they have the strength to lean overr and kiss both of their foreheads in return.

[ MICAH ] I can still really appreciate you telling me these when I asked. Th- thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad. I - I love you all so much, too.

Micah hugs their parents. There is a lot to process and analyze, but they are thankful their parents would still tell them the details that they would need for their research. Either it is true that the sun and moon themselves were their real parents, Micah will always be just as thankful to have the Everlove as their beloved family.

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AZALEA WYVERN.

NAME: UTP of PERTH.

OCCUPATION: LORD.

AGE: 30-35.

PRONOUNS: HE/HIM.

FC SUGGESTIONS: Mena Massoud, Jade Hassouné. *note this character is of Mena/Wana descent.

AZALEA.

You're the fun loving child of a very serious couple and as such you found very little understanding among your parents and siblings. Your entire family pursued very sensible professions - medicine, history and mathematics, but while you had a mathematical mind, your choice of career both enraged them and entertained them. Opting for philosophy and ethics, you earned the moniker of professor of dreams, but it was a title which flattered you rather than insulted you. Making friends has always come easy to you even if those friendships seldom lasted too long. For a reason unbeknownst to you, most of your friends and acquaintances envied you for your open minded spirit. Surprise came when your mother informed you of the existence of a distant relative and an estate that the elderly lord promised to bestow upon you, should you come and keep him company until his death.

That's how you found yourself arriving at a quiet little seaside town and settled in as Lord Perth's heir. You have been informed of a living relative in the town as well as your friend Oleander Pegasus' return. You can't wait to see what the little town has in store for you, but you don't doubt you'll have fun getting to know not only your relatives, but the rest of the townsfolk as well.

WYVERN.

You're a passionate, fiery being and that fire burns bright in you, warming everyone you meet. But, you are only aware of the gentle embers within you, and not the destructive potential that your power holds. You tend to not worry over things you can't control, but there will come a time when you will have to learn how to rein in those gentle flames - so they wouldn't turn into an inferno and burn everything, and everyone, you hold dear down.

INVITED TO TEA.

JESSAMINE DAEMON. They have been pushing you towards their elder daughter and as a newcomer you found it beneficial to have someone of their standing to take you under their wing, even if it is by encouraging you to try and woo their daughters. You are happy that your wooing of their eldest daughter failed, but you know them well enough already to be prepared when they attempt to turn your sights to their younger daughter, as well, and their desire to have you as a family member is both flattering and heartwarming.

BELLADONNA NYMPH. She's been avoiding you as of recently and you don't know why. You like her company much better than her elder sister's and you're looking forward to seeing her at the wedding, where you're determined to seek them out for a chat or two.

DANDELION SPHINX. The priest has served as something of a welcoming committee and a tour guide, and you are immensely appreciative of their friendliness and effort to get to know you. You really like him and you are sure that with time he might become a great friend.

OLEANDER PEGASUS. They have been your friend since university. While your fields of study have differed, you've spent a lot of time chatting in the courtyard. Now that you've come to claim your distant relative's estate you're happy to see them again and pick up where you left off.

PEONY WEREWOLF. A very distant relative of yours, you've never met them in person, though you have corresponded on a few occasions. You are looking forward to getting to know them, but you know they might feel resentful of you inheriting their ancestor's estate. You can only hope your familial bond with them will overthrow the resentment of them being pushed out of the line of inheritance.

AZALEA WYVERN IS PORTRAYED BY UTP AND OPEN.

#azalea wyvern #open #all #new rp #original rp #regency rp #skeleton rp #period rp #lsrp #horror rp #supernatural rp #mystery rp

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alyandajsource · 2 years

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iamaj: Throwing it back to this incredibly important moment. Speaking at the @marchforourlives event in NY last month 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Please read the comments for full transcript of Aly and I’s speech 🧡

Aly- In the early hours of April 3rd, just after playing our first show of a 35 city tour, AJ & I and our band and crew survived a mass shooting. More than 100 rounds of bullets were fired off around us as we lay at the floor of our tourbus trembling, at 2am. I’ll never forget asking our drummer to call my husband Stephen, as my heart raced & my hands shook, knowing he wasn’t on the bus, but was still at the hotel across the street. Later that evening we found out the death count. 6 people gone. Laying on sidewalks just outside the venue we played only hours before. A couple days later in Portland, we pulled up to our venue only to find out someone had been shot outside earlier that morning. And then while driving in an Uber around Atlanta on a day off, we heard gunshots being fired off in the distance. Our driver shrugged her shoulders at the sound. This should not be normal, this should not be something we “prepare” ourselves for as citizens when we walk out into the world.

AJ-When 9/11 happened security protocols at airports forever changed. Why is gun violence not treated the same way. We need to focus on raising the minimum age to buy a firearm, not allowing same day purchases, closing loopholes in state and federal background check laws, enabling more robust red flag laws, considering buybacks as instituted in countries with historically significant gun cultures, such as the UK and New Zealand, and banning semi automatic weapons once & for all. I’m tired of the argument that these types of guns are used for recreation, self defense or for hunting. They are used to kill & destroy a target upon contact. They are weapons of war. Aly & I actually grew up shooting. Our parents even owned guns. We know well about gun safety, how they should be properly stored & safety protocols at shooting ranges. But after the string of deaths that continue to flood our news, I never want to step foot on a shooting range again. I never want to shoot a gun “for fun” again. There is nothing fun about guns when you know the damage they can do. Yes you can be a responsible gun owner but this line of argument misses the obvious problem in front of us. We’ve personally seen the violence when guns are easily and readily available. The certainty of something terrible happening, repeatedly, again and again, until we do something about it, must guide our thinking. And it’s our responsibility as forward thinking citizens to step in & change the system.

Aly-We aren't just talking about mass shootings being the problem. We’re also talking about a child that finds a gun unlocked and accidentally kills their sibling, we’re talking about someone who’s in a mental health crisis and decides to end their life with a gun, we’re talking about violence, we’re talking about many different scenarios where a gun completely shatters the life of the person lost and their loved ones that are left with the after math.

AJ-After Uvalde happened Aly & I knew we had to do something beyond just donating to go fund me. We had to do something more then sending prayers inside our bunk beds on the bus late at night. More than posting hashtags on social media. We decided to share our story so it might change your view on guns. So that you can challenge your local government to do something. And if they won’t do something, we encourage you to vote them out these mid terms. They might be beholden to the gun lobby, but if we join together we can push the politicians out and elect people who will do something. We can show them with our votes that we have had enough.

Aly- I want to leave you with one more thought while we still have your attention. The other night I was standing on a street corner waiting at a burger stand & realized I was actually terrified of being gunned down while my back was turned making my order. This is a sad truth, a new reality I’m faced with, and I can only imagine the trauma others survivors face, with severely paralyzing moments they encounter daily. Amazingly, we have brave teenagers to thank for creating March for Our Lives, who are trying to shift the national consciousness. We have TEENS to thank for creating change that adults were unwilling to make. Just sit with that, it took people under the age of 21 to organize this event. That’s where we’re at. That’s the level of desperation. But it also means we have hope for the future. That no one else has to live through this.

#aly and aj #aly & aj #social media #2022 #july 4 #the text after the lone dash is the speech that aj put in the comments of this post

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Prodigious

I find it odd how the fandom focuses so much on Aang’s childhood being ruined when he learned he was the Avatar at 12, but there’s very little talk about how discovering she was the Avatar as a toddler affected Korra’s life and how she was raised.

But we’ll circle back to that...

Because this is a good starting point to talk about one of the most prevalent themes in the story, which the mainstream discussion of tends to only focus on a few characters -- That is the Child Prodigy.

We’ll start with the two most obvious. The ones we always talk about.

Azula.

The clearest example of your typical child prodigy (if there is anything typical about a prodigy). Azula showed early mastery of very advanced Fire-Bending techniques, and is the only Fire-Bender to use blue flames, which was intended to make her stand out amongst the other villains but is also indicative that her Fire-Bending is more pure and powerful (blue flame is produced when burning pure O2 or fuel without contaminant at a very high temperature).

All this lead to her being praised and favored by Ozai as a child, but as double-edged swords go, this also meant she had a lot of pressure on her shoulders to never fail, and she rarely did. Her ego matched her talent, and let’s be honest she was the baddest bitch the show had ever seen. Conquering Ba Sing Se, defeating the Avatar in combat, and dropping some of the most devastating lines of dialogue in villain history; she was a force nobody wanted to reckon with.

And that become a problem for one asshole in particular...

Being jealous of his own child is just one item on a laundry list of reasons why this guy is the worst father in the history of fathers. Azula had begun to outshine him with her victories, and Ozai’s maniacal ego couldn’t handle that, so he left her behind to babysit the Fire Nation while he went out to burn/conquer the world, which also was her idea.

And while this wasn’t the only thing that aided in her demise, it certainly was the final straw which sent her spiraling down into this...

In the end Azula is a sad example of how certain unfair expectations are placed upon talented children, and the more they succeed, the more these expectations grow and weigh on the them until they either disappoint those looking down on them or surpass and embarrass their elders.

It is a lose-lose situation which inevitably destroys them.

There is a similar example of the child prodigy, but his story goes a little different.

Aang.

Even as a twelve/thirteen year-old boy Aang by far has the most impressive stats among any character in the Avatar universe.

Basically mastering 3 of the 4 Elements in less than a year, after mastering Air by the time he is twelve (not to mention inventing his own Air-bending move, the Air scooter).

Aang is an example of a child prodigy who had too much thrust onto him at too young an age because of the talent he showed; because of this he panicked and ran away, and the world was worse off for it.

Aang/Sokka/Katara’s story is all about how in times of War, responsibilities normally handled by adults are pushed onto kids who then have to grow up very fast in order to deal with it all.

The message is clear. War robs the young of their childhoods.

Now, let’s talk about a different kind of child prodigy.

The Unacknowledged.

Yes, of course I’m talking about Toph, the greatest Earth-Bender to ever live.

Because of her blindness, Toph’s family tried to keep her sheltered and safe by hiding her from the world. Refusing to believe she could ever be more than helpless. Anyone who has seen the show knows that is far from the truth.

But because her potential went unseen, there were some negative effects to her personality. Initially, she resented her parents, and rebelled; which established a certain level of independence, a bad attitude, and a hot-headed streak. Over time spent with the Gaang these behaviors subsided because she finally had friends and they accepted her for who she was. By the end of the series she was fully willing to accept aid from them when she needed it, like holding on to Sokka’s arm in environment where her bending couldn’t help her “see”.

Toph’s story is a foil to Azula’s, both showed immense talent and badassery, but while recognition of Azula lead to ever-mounting pressure for her to succeed; the lack of recognition for Toph created a need for her to be acknowledged and set an undercurrent of frustration which leads to her acting out in the ways she does.

The lesson to take from Toph’s story is not to shelter your kid from the world out of fear for their safety, and to be open to recognizing their talents, not shun them.

Next are two more Unacknowledged.

Katara and Sokka.

Their story, and the reason behind their circumstances, is one of the more complicated and nuanced ones in the series, so here we’ll focus on how it fits into the subject of discussion.

Because of the War, Katara was robbed not only of her mother but also of any Southern Masters to train her, and any role models Sokka could have looked up to left with his father to fight. Because of this Katara’s potential and Sokka’s genius went unacknowledged not due to neglect but rather due to circumstance. (Yes, I think Sokka is a genius, how many 15 yr olds do you know that can plan an invasion, design submarines, and spit poetry off the cuff?).

This is a further example of how War robs kids of necessary childhood experiences, and these two robberies had particular effects on both Katara and Sokka’s character developments.

Sokka had the responsibility of protecting his home put upon him at a young age. The men of his tribe leaving prevented him from completing his rite of manhood until the Gaang ran into Bato of the Water Tribe, and early on Sokka was constantly trying to prove himself as a man and a leader. Sokka is one of the smarter characters of the series, but he rarely got credit for it until the third season. Not to mention that because he wasn’t a bender he often seemed less useful than the others. The circumstances of war made his talent go unnoticed and because of that he often was unsure of himself and overcompensated to prove something.

Speaking of talent going unnoticed.

Katara is definitely one of the more talented benders of the series. After training herself for years with little progress, she essentially mastered Water-Bending in a few weeks under Master Pakku. While her anger towards the Fire-Nation mostly centers around the loss of her mother, it can’t be ignored that the delay in her training was a direct result of the Fire-Nations’ actions. Toph’s anger and frustration vented itself as rebellion. However, the same frustration and anger is within Katara, but because she wasn’t as natural a bender as Toph she sought to learn and be respected, and when that was denied to her is when that anger bubbled to the surface in some terrifying ways.

While Toph’s talent went unnoticed because of her families neglect, Katara and Sokka’s wasn’t acknowledged because there was nobody to acknowledge it. Because of that both brother and sister wanted to prove themselves to the world.

And then there is Zuko.

I know what you’re thinking. Zuko wasn’t a prodigy, his Fire-Bending skill didn’t catch up with Azula’s until the finale and he never mastered Lightning-Bending, but this section is about the Unacknowledged.

Zuko had many other talents besides Fire-Bending, he was a master swordsmen, and was able to successfully break into every secure facility he attempted in the show (which was almost every secure facility the show featured). Unfortunately, these talents were never recognized, because the only thing the royal family cared about was bending ability (It’s possible the reason he learned the sword was because he lacked skill in Fire-Bending).

As per usual with Zuko, this part of his tale is quite sad. Many can relate to being outshined by a sibling, and when it becomes all too clear that one cannot match another’s talent it’s quite understandable to focus on what they do excel at, but even then there is no promise of recognition for their own talent. Zuko was even mocked by his father during the solar eclipse when Ozai tried baiting him into attacking with his swords.

This lack of recognition is one of many sad aspects of Zuko’s early life, but it is a definitive example of one of the hardest unacknowledged prodigy’s cross to bear. The Outshone prodigy, one whose talents are never noticed because a bigger and brighter star stands in the way of such recognition, and arguably the most frustrating type mentioned here. Toph/Sokka/Katara all came from situations were there was no recognition being given to them or anyone, but Zuko had to bear watching massive amounts of praise be piled on to his sister while he and his accomplishments went by the way side.

Ozai summed up the situation best.

“Azula was born lucky, Zuko was lucky to be born”

Alright now where have I been going with all this?

So, far we’ve covered a lot of wrong ways to treat a child, whether they show talent or not, and how the circumstances of war can also take many things from children.

But what happened to Korra?

(Before we get into to this I should state that I like Korra, and the purpose of this is not to bash her as a character or her arc, but rather to give a little of my insight into it.)

It’s well established that Aang was told of his heritage too young, and that was a detriment on his development into an adult, but what would have happened if he realized his powers himself not long after he could walk? We’ll never know, but we do get to see the effects it had on Korra.

When she revealed herself as the Avatar, Korra set her entire life in a new direction, and because Aang tasked the White Lotus with finding and training her that direction was out of her control. There are two key differences between Korras’ and other Avatars’ lives.

1. She grew up in isolation on a White Lotus compound.

Every Avatar before Korra we know of spent a portion of their early lives traveling the world in order to master the elements; along this journey they not only learned how to bend the other 3 elements, buy also many things about the 3 other nations and the world they are tasked to protect as a whole. By confining Korra in safety and bringing the masters to her the White Lotus deprived Korra of this opportunity to learn and grow and understand the world and the people within in. It also deprived her of learning modern bending styles until she reached Republic City.

While this might have kept Korra safe from the Red Lotus, it grew within her a naiveté about how the world worked, and because of this when she actually did venture out into the world she was terribly unprepared for it.

2. She was trained and mastered 3 of the elements by the time she was 16.

Most Avatars don’t know they have this power until they reach 16 and then they spend several years learning to control it. Korra’s natural talent in the bending lead to her training being expedited not by necessity like Aang’s, but due to her talent and eagerness. Korra excelled at the physical part of being the Avatar and because of this by the time she reached maturity she had become over-confident in her abilities and true to what her Fire-Bending master said in Ep.1 she lacked restraint.

I’m not saying her bending isn’t great, but rather because it is so great it’s her go-to solution to anything, and she enjoys that so she uses it with enthusiastic gusto and not a lot of thinking before striking.

This overconfidence coupled with her naiveté of the world is what lead to many of her rash decisions and actions, most of which had negative consequences, and I believe are the reason behind some fan are dissatisfied with her. Aang had been almost the complete opposite, even by the age of twelve he was an experienced world traveler and an incredibly humble guy.

Some may have been dissatisfied by these character decisions, but they served a purpose, they are only the beginning of her arc. The internal challenge Korra must overcome through 4 seasons is to humble herself before the world, and learn from it. This was finally achieved in the 4th season when the metal poisoning in her body forces her to face others in the world as equals, only then had she completed her journey.

And why did it all go this way?

Because she is a very unique child prodigy, what she demonstrates in the first episode of LOK would be akin to a toddler playing the violin or hitting a three-pointer; she could bend 3 elements close to just after learning to walk. That is the kind of prodigious talent rarely seen because it is mostly impossible. How does a rational person handle a child like that?

It’s a tough question, and something this essay has been circling around the whole time. Each example here is the wrong way to handle talented and different children, but what is the right way?

As always look to Iroh.

Who treated his surrogate son Zuko with both respect and compassion.

Unlike Toph’s parents, Iroh worried over Zuko’s well being, but also allowed him to be independent, make his own decisions, and take his own risks.

Unlike the Nomad Leaders, he didn’t want Zuko weighed down by his position in the world and the responsibility that came with, and always encouraged him relax and take advantage of the moment.

Unlike Ozai, Iroh would always be there to support Zuko in his victories and his failures. Iroh shows him the right path but does not force him down it.

And even after Zuko betrayed and abandoned him.

Iroh was never angry with him, and embraced him upon his return.

He wanted Zuko to grow and be a better man. Even if Zuko wasn’t a prodigy like his sister.

And that is the answer here. The way to raise a prodigy is the same way anyone should raise any child. Love, Support, a Guiding Hand rather than a Forceful Shove, Recognition of What Makes Them Unique, and Forgiveness When They Falter. The problem comes along when you start treating children differently because you see them as different or special. All children are different, all children are special.

Kids are kids, and they all deserve a proper childhood.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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If I Fell For You (Part 12) - Not So Sweet Home

Summary: Jensen is fed up with his parents ignoring Y/N all day and when he gets a moment alone, blows up on them like never before. The reader sees how upset Jensen is over what’s happening and does her best to defend him while still trying to salvage a relationship with them...

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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 6,200ish

Warnings: language, major family angst, mention of a dead parent

A/N: Eek! If you like angst this part is for you! Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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It was late, the kids asleep in the guest bedroom, Jensen’s siblings and their families gone home for the evening aside from his brother. He made some half ass excuse about wanting to hang out with Jensen more but you knew he could sense what you did. Jensen was getting close to popping after a whole day of politeness on his part and his parents ignoring you on theirs.

Jensen was bouncing his knee like crazy as he sipped on his beer around a gas fire pit, suddenly stopping when you shifted in your seat.

“Maybe you ought to cool it with the alcohol tonight,” said his dad. Jensen set his empty bottle down on the grass and breathed deeply through his nose. “Your legs been-”

“Y/N, would you get me another beer please?” asked Jensen. You took the opportunity to get out of there, surprised when the back door opened quickly after you, his brother closing it behind him.

“I don’t think your parents like me very much,” you said, going to the fridge and pulling out a drink.

“I know,” he said, glancing out the dark window. “Jensen asked me to make sure you don’t come back out there.”

“He’s gonna go off on them.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m guessing,” he said with a sigh. “I have a feeling this isn’t going to go well. You guys can crash at my place if you want. We don’t have a guest room but we have an air mattress we can put in the family room.”

“You think it’ll be that bad?”

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

“Then why are we in here talking about this when we should be out there making sure he doesn’t say something he regrets in the morning.”

“You might hear things you can’t unhear,” he said.

“Right now my concern isn’t if my feelings get hurt. He’s really upset and I need him to be okay.”

“You know that’s why the rest of us like you, don’t you? You care about him, the kids. You’re in love with him.”

“Yes I am,” you said as he nodded.

“You call me if either of you ever need anything,” he said, going back to the door. You nodded and took a deep breath, following him outside and already hearing raised voices.

“She’s half your age, Jensen,” said his mom. “She was your nanny. Sweetie you have to know what’s going on here.”

“You’re getting played,” said his father, catching you walking out with Josh.

“She is not half my age. She’s thirty fucking years old! She’s a goddamn adult and been through more shit then both of you put together! She’s not after fucking money,” snapped Jensen who was already out of his seat.

“You’re engaged to the girl after five months!” said his father. “It took you years to propose the first time around!”

“Because I was a nervous kid that was away working constantly. I didn’t want to make Dee stay if it was gonna make her unhappy. I’m not afraid of how I feel anymore because I feel the same about her as I do Dee and I’m not wasting my time so I can stick to your socially acceptable schedule,” said Jensen. “I love her and she’s gonna be part of this family whether you like it or not. Deal with it.”

“You need a prenup,” said his dad.

“No I don’t!”

“Yes you do! You’ve known the girl for not even six months!”

“She’s not up to anything!” shouted Jensen.

“Son-”

“Have you ever lost your wife? Have you ever been in the car and almost die yourself while you watch her breathe for the last time? Where she’s hurt and you can’t do a thing to fix it? Have you ever had to tell your children their mother is dead and she’s not coming back? You have no idea, no idea, what that does to you, how much it hurts and how much it hurts when you’re still so fucked up and your parents start making comments behind closed doors about you and you have to pretend you’re better when you’re really not. When you don’t even care about yourself anymore, when you pretend for everyone’s sake so they stop treating you like a child, when you don’t know how to tell your kids it’s okay because it’s not. It’s not. Until you go through that, until you know how bad it hurts, don’t assume a damn thing about her. She’s my best friend and she makes me feel like my old self again. I laugh and smile and have fun and when I get scared or feel guilty or freak out she makes me feel better. I don’t give a fuck how old she is or what her job was. She’s kind and good and she deserves better than you two. Danneel’s parents like her. Jared’s parents like her. Her old foster dad’s family likes her. Our family likes her except for you two. Get your heads out of your asses or you can not even bother letting me know you exist anymore. I’m done with things hurting the women I care about. I couldn’t stop what happened to Dee but I can sure as hell keep Y/N away from the two of you,” said Jensen. He huffed and walked off, Josh running off after him.

“Well congratulations. You got your hooks in him deep, don’t you,” said his father. You rolled your eyes and his mother scoffed.

“You can take care of someone without treating them like a child you know. He’s an incredibly strong person. If you don’t like me fine. But don’t call him stupid or easily manipulated or imply that it’s wrong to know you love someone after only a certain amount of time. I love your son.”

“You love his money,” said his mom.

“I do just fine on my own,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “He’s staying at Josh’s house tonight. We’ll pick up the kids in the morning.”

“He’s overreacting. He’ll be fine in the morning,” said his dad. You crossed your arms and leaned your head back. “He’ll be fine.”

“You two don’t know a thing about me and you assume I want money because of my age and my former career. Don’t assume your son will be fine and get over it.”

“We’ve known him a lot longer than you have. He’ll get over it after a night’s rest.”

“You may have known him longer and I’m sure in some regards you do know him better but not the ones that matter. If you did, you would have seen how much he would have loved for the two of you to like me. I would have taken some respect and been happy because trust me, I get how this looks to everyone else. I understand you have fears and I’m not mad you have them. I’m mad you assume those are facts when all they are is a story you made up in your head you don’t want to change. He’s right, I’m not going anywhere. The difference between him and me though is that I’ll stay out here all damn night with the two of you until you get it through your heads that I’m not here to fuck him over. I love him. I don’t have family, not really. Things have always been screwed up for me pretty much until I met him and he didn’t have to say it for me to know that he was hoping he could share the two of you with me. Maybe I was hoping for that too. But right now I’ll take some goddamn respect and an apology to your son to start and we can go from there.”

“You’re gonna curse at us and expect an apology?” said his mom. “We know you took him when he was at his low and tricked him into trusting you so you could get exactly what you wanted.”

“You know what I want? What I’ve always wanted and somehow always seems to get ripped away? A family. A stupid fucking family. Being a nanny? That let me feel like part of the family. I could pretend I was like all of those people I worked for. Nice and normal and like people gave a shit. Some kindness and a family is all I’ve ever wanted. You two...you wouldn’t have survived a day in my childhood. In my adulthood with the shitty ex boyfriend and the crappy friends and I picked myself over all of them because my mom told me to stand up for myself. Even when she couldn’t be there and I wanted her to. So I stand up for myself and now I stand up for him and those three kids to anyone and I mean anyone, that hurts them. He’s my family and those kids are my family. I don’t know what you think I’m gonna do but I guarantee the only thing I will do is tell you two where to shove it and to leave him the hell alone.”

“Why would we believe anything you say? At all?” his dad asked. “It’s probably the same sad story you told him to get him on the line. I don’t buy it.”

“I have a million dollar book deal. I’ve worked rent free for a lot of rich people since I was eighteen years old. Do I sound like someone who needs his money?” you said. You put your hands on your hips and shook your head. “What is it? You want me to sign a prenup? I would but he doesn’t want one. He trusts me and for a guy that lost his wife and had to work through falling in love with another person, I respect that. He knows what he wants and he’s not wasting time. This is scary for him. It’s scary for me. But when Dee’s parents gave me open arms and kindness and their blessing, the last people I ever expected to disapprove were you two. If you’re going to stand there and keeping calling me a liar, I’m going to find your sons and I’m going take care of Jensen instead of wasting my time here.”

“We don’t disapprove of him moving on and marrying again,” said his mom as you turned to walk away.

“Could have fooled me,” you said.

“He’s going too fast and he doesn’t know you either, not well enough to make a decision like that,” said his dad. You turned around and smiled.

“He knows my favorite color. He knows what my favorite flavor of ice cream is. He knows why I have nightmares and he knows how to make me forget them in the first place. I’m sorry we aren’t doing things on your schedule but it’s his life. He can do whatever the fuck he wants with it, whether that’s me or somebody else. For the record, he knows me just fine. Oh and if this is how you plan on speaking to him again in the morning, I’ll pick up the kids myself.”

“We’re looking out for his best interest,” said his dad.

“No, you think you’re looking at his wallet for him. See money? People think that’s important and it is but best interest? It ain’t that shit,” you said as you started to leave.

“Well what do you assume his best interest is then?” said his mom.

“Treating him like an adult. He is smart and strong and the most emotionally healthy man I’ve ever met which considering all the fucked up shit he’s been through and felt the past year is really saying something. He’s your child but he’s not a child. He found someone he loves and all he wanted to do was share me with you. This was his worst nightmare and I couldn’t stop it. So if you’re not gonna even try with me, then I’m gonna protect him from you.”

“He doesn’t need protecting from us,” he said.

“You call him stupid and that he can’t take care of himself, that he can be fooled and that the person he thinks is his best friend really only wants him for his money. He knows none of those things are true but it’s what you said to him when you said that about me. For a man who went through what he did, it wasn’t mean. It was cruel. I’m gonna go fix what I can of your relationship with him because despite all that, I know you guys love each other and I’m not letting that get fucked up because you think whatever the hell you think about me.”

You stormed off around the house and found Josh’s truck still there but neither man in sight. You looked around and heard a sniffle, your head going up to the roof. You saw the lattice work on the side and climbed up, peeking your head up to spot the two of them sat on the roof.

“Hey,” you said quietly. Jensen wouldn’t look at you, Josh rubbing his back.

“Careful,” he said as you climbed up and slowly walked over. You took a seat on your bottom, spotting the window behind them. “That was my room. Jensen used to sneak out this way. I was always too nervous of getting caught to try myself. You landed the bad boy of the family.”

“Oh yeah, such a bad boy,” you said. You scooted closer on your butt to him, Jensen resting his head on his knees. “Hey. Before you even think about it don’t say you’re sorry.”

“I know,” he said. He took a deep breath but looked up, looking fairly normal aside from a slightly pink nose. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Nobody was,” said Josh. “I’ll give you guys a minute. I’ll be in my car when you’re ready.”

“You should go home,” said Jensen. “Staying in a different house won’t change anything.”

“That was kinda fucked up what they said.” Jensen raised an eyebrow and he shrugged. “I don’t always agree with them. If you guys want to stay, that’s your choice but I’m not going home without telling them what a mistake they’re making.”

“You don’t have to-”

“You’re my little brother and I like her. Even if I didn’t, they’re being assholes and she doesn’t deserve that. You don’t. Alright?”

Jensen nodded and Josh walked off to the lattice and climbed down while you scooted next to Jensen.

“You thought your siblings weren’t gonna like me,” you said.

“He’s a good person. He’s never told off our parents before so...I don’t know if I’m happy about that or not.”

“He’s a good big brother,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “I don’t love you for your family though. I don’t care if your parents don’t like me. I’ll deal with it.”

“I wish you didn’t have to,” he said.

“I still like your dad so much better than mine,” you said.

“Yours is a monster to be fair.”

“Yeah, he is. Yours love you and I don’t agree with them but in their minds, they’re protecting you and I don’t have a problem with anyone trying to do that.”

“How are you so fucking kind to them after they basically said you’re with their dumbass son because of money?”

“Like you said, I know monsters. I know toxic and bad. They aren’t it. They raised you and I really, really like you. Good people can be stupid and still be good. In the morning we’ll try again.”

“What if I can’t get them to change their minds?” he said quietly.

“Jensen,” you said, moving to squat down in front of him. You grabbed his cheeks and he stared at you. “You don’t have to pick anybody over anybody. Maybe I won’t be close with them but that’s okay. It’s so okay. We’ll respect each other or just won’t talk to each other and we’ll figure it out but we don’t have to do it all tonight.”

“I think what bothers me the most is they’ve already made up their minds about you based on your age when they don’t even realize who you are. They don’t see that this is the kind of person you are, kind and supportive and I heard you not taking their bullshit. You’re a stronger person than I am and I wish they could see that the reason I’m not freaking out over this is cause I know you’re my partner and you got my back like I got yours. I’m just having a hard time understanding why they won’t even listen to us.”

“I don’t know,” you said, eyes darting to the window when you caught some movement inside. You narrowed them and glanced down, spotting the crack between the windowsill and frame. “I’m a little cool. I’m gonna get my sweatshirt if that’s okay.”

“Careful climbing in,” he said, turning on his bottom and pushing the window up. You kissed his cheek and climbed inside, the room empty as far as you could tell. You stepped out to the hall and into his old room, getting your hoodie, his old hoodie. You pulled it on but went downstairs, catching his parents in the kitchen with Josh.

“Josh may I speak to your parents in private,” you said.

“Yeah. I’m done here. I’ll be over for brunch, okay?” he said. He walked past you and caught your arm. “Call me if you need me back.” You nodded and he kissed your temple before he went out.

“Were you eavesdropping on us?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“We went to tell him to get off the roof. We could see him from the backyard up there,” said his mom, putting her back to you as she mixed up something in a mug. “But we heard the three of you talking and then the two of you. We didn’t mean-”

“We are all on the same side. His side. We should get along. It shouldn’t be this difficult and I don’t appreciate private conversations being listened in on. But I hope you understand that you hurt your son. I know you didn’t mean to and it’s the last thing you’d ever want to do to him. But you did. So please try to help me fix this. This isn’t easy for me to accept that you don’t like me either but you’re gonna respect me. If we can respect each other, then he’s not going to worry as much at least. Please promise that we can agree to that,” you said. His parents looked at each other and you sighed. “You have to be kidding me. What do you want me to do? Go away? I can’t do that. I won’t do that.”

“That’s not...Jensen called your father a monster up there,” he said.

“I thought it was a sob story according to you ten minutes ago.”

“You said you don’t have parents. He said your father is alive.”

“What’s your point, Mr. Ackles,” you said. “Please enlighten me.”

“It doesn’t make much sense to tell different stories,” he said.

“You can’t even give me the benefit of the doubt that I love your son. Why the fuck would I tell you things only he knows, things so few people know about. Why would I trust you with the worst parts of my life when you don’t accept the best ones. For your information, my birth mother is dead. My adoptive mother is dead. I wish my son of a bitch father was dead. The only glimmer of a parent I have maybe, maybe was my foster father. That was until last weekend. I met some parents. I met Dee’s. I met Jared’s. I got the same message from all of them. Let us know if you ever need anything. Oh the way he looks at you. You must be pretty special. Anything at all, you give us a call. People that don’t even have an obligation to look in my direction treated me like I was their kid. So maybe he and I both got our hopes up with you two and that was on us. If you want to pick apart what I’ve said and call me a liar…” you said, putting your hands on your hips. Your shut your eyes and breathed deeply, turning around. “I don’t care if you have to pretend to respect me. Just do it for his sake and the kids sakes, alright?”

A tissue appeared over your shoulder and you took it, blowing your nose and stepping away.

“When did your mother’s pass?” you heard behind you. You threw your head back and took a deep breath.

“When I was born and when I was sixteen,” you said, turning around and swallowing. “Why does that matter?”

“When were you adopted?” he asked.

“Why do you care?”

“Please.”

“I was eight,” you said.

“So you only had your mother for eight years then,” he said.

“Yeah. She got sick when I was fourteen. I stayed with her boyfriend until I moved out for my first nanny job at eighteen. It was all very sad and angsty,” you said.

“Who made the first move?”

“I’m done with this interrogation,” you said. You started to leave but he stepped in front of you. “What do you want from me?”

“I just want to know who made the first move, you or Jensen.”

“I don’t…” you trailed off. “We had a fight. I told him I didn’t want him to be my friend anymore, he was just my boss and that was it. We couldn’t hang out at night and stuff anymore.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want him to hurt me,” you said quietly. “I didn’t fit with his life. I’m not a pretty actress. I’m not smart. I’m the younger nanny and that’s all I was gonna be until I became an older nanny and that was supposed to be my life. I didn’t ask for…”

“For what?” asked his mother, carrying over her mug and setting it down on the end table.

“I didn’t ask for him to love me. But he did and I don’t know why but I trusted him not to hurt me. It’s not fairytales and roses all day every day but I like having a best friend and I never would have submitted those books to a publisher without him encouraging me and I need him to feel better. He can’t catch a break lately and I hate seeing him upset. It makes me sick to my stomach and I really, really need him to be okay so please stop doing this. Just stop. Please. I don’t care if we have to pretend the rest of our lives but please, I can’t keep seeing him take hit after hit anymore and not being able to stop it.”

You weren’t expecting the hug from his father or to bury your face in his chest for a brief moment. His mom guided you to sit on the couch, pulling a blanket around you. She handed you the mug and you saw it was hot chocolate, your eyes darting back and forth between them.

“This isn’t about to be like a lifetime movie where you murder me, right?” you said.

“No,” said his mom as she sat next to you. “We hurt you quite deeply today, didn’t we.”

You stared at the mug, holding it in your hands.

“You were looking forward to meeting us,” said his dad as he sat down on your other side.

“It doesn’t matter. All I care about is him.”

“I don’t think he’d be very happy with you laying down for a semblance of normalcy for him,” he said.

“Just spit out whatever the fuck you want,” you said. You gripped the mug and shut your eyes.

“I’d like you to stop swearing please,” he said. “In exchange, maybe we can have a second chance.”

“Second chance at what?” you said dryly.

“At meeting our son’s fiance.” You lifted your head and stared at him, catching a bashful look you saw in Jensen every so often. “We understand, as well as we can, he was hurt after Danneel. We can’t fix those problems like when he would scrape his knees. We knew he was in a vulnerable position and things between the two of you seemed so fast for how in pain he was. We thought of the worst of you before knowing you and that wasn’t right of us. We were trying to protect him. But like you said, we all try to do that. So if you’ll let us, give us a second chance.”

“For him, I will give you both a second chance,” you said. “I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this but this sort of thing isn’t going to go away just like that, for him or for me.”

“Is there anything…” said his mom as you shook your head. “We are sorry for before. Truly.”

“I know. Trust is difficult for me on a normal day. You guys kinda tore through the safety nets I thought I had with you. I need to build them up again is all.”

“That was you that said that, people have safety nets,” she said. You raised and eyebrow and she sighed. “Jensen, months back, he told us his therapist told him that, put things in perspective.”

“I guess couple’s are kinda each other’s therapists,” you said. “Sometimes they just need to vent to each other too.”

“Before you said...has he ever been to one?” asked his dad.

“Last weekend was...intense. I went to one as a child and he talked to him for a little while, helped him put things in perspective,” you said.

“Intense? Did you fight?” she asked.

“He and JJ got stung by a scorpion. It was a little serious. We went out the next night and I made a comment and he took it a different way and he got upset thinking I thought of myself as being less in his eyes than Dee was. I know it’s not true, it’s just different. He’s been having a really great week aside from today.”

You took a sip of the hot chocolate and went back for more, drinking half the mug down.

“We screwed up,” said his dad with a sigh, sitting back against the couch.

“Yeah but he’ll forgive you,” you said. “This is really good Mrs. Ackles.”

“Thank you sweetie and call me Donna. I made it for Jensen. He’s always liked it when he was living here and having a bad day.”

“Why do you think he’ll forgive us?” asked his dad as Donna got up.

“Because he’s Jensen. He’s not an angry man. Angry in moments but he doesn’t hold onto anger. I wouldn’t expect anything less from him. So I know he’ll forgive you. When I’m not sure of but it won’t be forever.”

“Have you two ever fought badly?” he asked.

“We’ve had a few fights. Mostly small and when we’re both tired or hungry. We had a big one a few weeks ago when he got home but we talked about why it happened and how to make sure it doesn’t again,” you said. Donna carried over a kettle and poured more hot chocolate in your mug. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Don't ask about fights Alan. It’s not our business. We should let them tell us what they want,” she said as she walked back to the kitchen.

“They probably should have had a big fight at least once to know if they can work through those things and it sounds like they have,” he said when he turned to you. “I know you’re probably love struck but marriage? That’s a lifetime of putting in the work.”

“Alan if I didn’t care about putting in the work I wouldn’t be down here right now. I know I don’t know everything I’m signing up for and no one really does but I know him and the kids and that’s worth the parts I have to work at.”

“You sound older than you look.”

“Age doesn’t always equal life experience,” you said.

“I suppose not,” he said. He stood and took a deep breath. “I do apologize for thinking the worst of you and not giving you a fair chance upfront.”

“Thank you,” you said. “I’m going to bring this up and check on him.”

“Can I ask one last thing?” asked his dad. You nodded and he looked over to Donna who gave him a short nod. “Josh said you really love him.”

“I do.”

“Do you think he loves you the same way?”

“I know he does,” you said.

“How are you so sure?”

“How are you so sure your wife loves you?” you said. “Goodnight Alan.”

“Goodnight,” he said, his mom catching up with you in the foyer where the stairs were. You gave her a tired smile and she nodded.

“If I told you something, would you keep it a secret from Jensen?” she asked.

“No,” you said with a smile.

“I had to try,” she said. “We’re not like this by nature. Something happened he doesn’t know about when he was recovering that put us off to you. A woman. A young woman at his physical therapy.”

“What happened?” you asked quietly. She took a seat on a step and you sat beside her. “If someone tried to take advantage of him, you should have told me and him. He thinks you guys have gone nuts, no offense.”

“You’ll find with time you’d rather have your child safe and upset at you than the other way around,” she said.

“What happened?”

“We moved down to the house for a few months to help Jensen. He went to physical therapy. A very good place. A family friend works there and got him in and he regained a lot of strength in his leg quickly because of it. There were nurses that often helped and he worked with a few regularly and they develop a relationship and all that. It’s good for morale and healing we were told. One of these girls was about your age and our family friend overheard her gossiping to a friend on the phone during a lunch break.”

“Gossiping about…” you said. “Jensen?”

“They saw an opportunity to manipulate him. He is smart, smarter than the both of us together, but he was going through the motions that first month. She made him smile a bit. She flirted with him. Our friend told us what she’d said and we realized, he could be hurt again. Taken advantage of for what he has, what he can offer. His sudden shift in mood this year, introducing you as a fiance, made us think we’d failed to protect him this time.”

“Why not tell him that?” you asked.

“And tell him he was being manipulated back then? He’s so adamant that it can’t happen to him but we know different.”

“I think you should tell him, Donna. It makes your reaction today seem not so…” you said, her head shaking.

“Ma,” you both heard. You looked over your shoulders, Jensen sat against the wall at the top of the landing. “Mom. Jerry told me why I got a new nurse when it happened. She was nice, or was pretending to be, I don’t know. But I didn’t like her. I never got manipulated and I was never going to.”

“How long-” you said, Jensen rubbing the back of his neck. “You heard everything.”

“Yup,” he said, popping his p, his dad coming over to the bottom of the stairs and staring up. “I don’t want to talk to either of you right now. Y/N, I’d like to go to bed, please.”

“Accept their apology Jensen. You can hash out the rest of this in the morning but accept that they know they were in the wrong,” you said.

“Why should I?” he asked, cocking his head.

“We both got hurt out of their love for you. They are not monsters and I know the difference,” you said. “You know too.”

“Will you two ever look at me the same again,” said Jensen, staring at the landing.

“Honey it was a fight. It’ll be alright,” said his mom, his head shaking.

“Ever since I woke up in the hospital, you two look at me like I’m a kid. Like I’m weak and defenseless. But I’m not. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been and this whole day could have been avoided if you treated me like your adult son, not the kid who fell off his bike and cries over a cut. I needed you two to take over, I did, I honestly did after the accident. I couldn’t take care of myself let alone the kids. But you haven’t stopped thinking I can take care of me again. I can. I do. I know I’m your kid but let me be an adult again. Trust me. Please.”

“Come here,” you said, holding out your hand. He slid down the steps and you stood up and aside, letting him get a hug from his mom and then dad.

“We’re sorry,” said his dad.

“I know,” said Jensen quietly. “Never do something like that again. Ever.”

“We won’t,” he said. You leaned against the wall and sipped on the hot chocolate, Jensen’s nose twitching.

“That’s my cocoa,” he said, turning his head up at you.

“I just Jerry Springer’ed ya’ll. I get the cocoa. Get your own,” you said. He smiled and you gave it right back, his parents pulling off and bringing him to his feet.

“Come here,” said his dad as his mom dragged him off towards the kitchen with the promise of hot chocolate. You stepped down until you were about his height and took a drink, licking your lips when you finished. “How do you just let that go? You were so angry before.”

“I’ve been to therapy. I have good diffusing skills,” you said.

“Is that a joke?”

“Not really,” you said with a smile. “You made a mistake because you love him. I’m gonna make mistakes because I love him. So when I screw up, now you owe me one, deal?”

“I know it’s getting late but would you be willing to stay up a while longer, maybe find out that favorite color?” he asked. You smiled and nodded, stepping down.

“Depends on the day,” said Jensen, stepping out with a mug of his own.

“He’s right,” you said. “You okay to stay up a bit?”

He nodded and walked back to the family room, taking your hand.

“Better?” you whispered to him.

“Yeah. Not all the way but definitely better honey.”

It was warm when you woke up the next morning. You peeled open an eye and caught Jensen laying awake, staring at his ceiling. You kicked off the blankets and he reached an arm out, pulling you to lay on his chest.

“It’s hot in here,” you mumbled, eyes shutting again.

“There’s a box covering the vent,” he said, dancing his fingers lazily over your bare arm. “It’s almost noon.”

“Seriously?” you said into his chest, nuzzling against his soft skin.

“Yeah. Sounds like they’re out back with the kids,” he said. You nodded and felt him move his fingers all over you, soft and light, absentmindedly tracing patterns every so often.

“Still upset?” you asked, his head nodding. “They’re human. They fuck up.”

“Are you angry?”

“I was. Not anymore. I kinda like ‘em actually.”

“Why would you give them a second chance?” he asked.

“When I got adopted I didn’t like, instantly love my mom. I was scared of her at first. I don’t know, I get that you can not like someone at first and then love them unconditionally, you know? It’s weird but your opinions can change once you get to know someone.”

“I don’t do a very good job of protecting you from things,” he said, tilting his head, moving a few hairs behind your ear. You looked up at him, his fingers playing in your hair behind you.

“Honey you went off on your parents last night. I bet you’ve never done that to them. You were trying to protect me and you did. No one has ever protected me the way you do,” you said. “Today is a new day and I’d like to get to know my new family some more.”

“Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll follow your lead.”

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A/N: Read Part 13 here!

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BnHA Chapter 302: As the Todoroki Turns

Previously on BnHA:

Today on BnHA: We have a very fun chapter in which (1) Shouto grows up lonely on account of his parents being worried that his siblings will literally try to kill him, (2) Natsu and Fuyu grow up neglected on account of not being special and/or self-destructive enough to attract attention, (3) we get to revisit all of that exciting spousal abuse from chapter 39, and (4) Touya burns to death right on cue, pretty much exactly like we expected it to happen. Thankfully since this is a shounen manga, Horikoshi finds some hope in all this misery as the Todoroki family rallies together, with Shouto getting his long-overdue credit for being a perfect sweet angel who put up with all of this shit for sixteen years and somehow came out of it strong and kind and empathetic and determined. Anyway, so that flashback was a barrel of laughs. But now that it’s over, we can put all of that angst behind us, and move on to... well I guess, probably, more angst. Look, we’re short on variety at the moment. Bear with it.

ouch. we knew this was coming, but still

A+ parenting move there. “ho boy, our eldest just tried to murder our youngest, now what? hmm how about we isolate our youngest from all human contact”

though in their defense, we probably shouldn’t have expected this rabidly strength-obsessed fire man and his wife who was groomed since childhood to obey her family’s whims to have any idea of how to raise stable, well-adjusted offspring

SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS

this is a perfect example of Enji’s tragically self-revolving viewpoint right here. just because being a hero is your entire world doesn’t mean you can just excuse yourself from anything outside of that and act like it’s out of your control. “alas, all I care about is hero stuff and my son can’t be a hero, we are doomed to inhabit two different worlds” no you jackass, it’s called having more than one hobby?? figuring out how to spend some time with your son that doesn’t involve training?? the same exact thing you were telling him to do last week, while ignoring that you’ve never done that yourself in your life??

that said, yet again we have that complexity though because it’s obvious that Enji at least on some level is aware of his own flaws, even though he seems unwilling or unable to confront them. honestly, from what we’ve seen so far, Enji’s obsession with surpassing All Might might be more accurately called an addiction. he literally can’t let go of it even though he’s fully aware of how it’s slowly destroying his life. and so in the same way that a lifelong smoker or alcoholic might tell their child to stay away from cigarettes and booze, Enji tells Touya not to follow down the same path as him, even though he himself doesn’t know how to leave that path. so yes, it’s hypocritical as fuck, but there’s also an element of helplessness there as well because Enji literally doesn’t know how not to be like this

though all the same he sure could stand to put in more than just a token effort. but it is what it is, and we already know how much he’ll come to regret it

and meanwhile Baby Shouto has frozen his sleep bubble with his quirk lmao. so I guess his quirk did come in early. that’s a recipe for chaos right there

once again Shouto is ruining every single dramatic panel in this flashback

this was so dark and intense... and then I spotted the lil bubs in the corner. Horikoshi please control yourself

“some hero you are, running away” and then all of a sudden, “FIVE YEARS LATER” lol what. OKAY THEN

(ETA: love the confirmation that eight-year-old Natsu comes from the Iida school of puberty and is basically a fully grown man, and meanwhile Touya comes from the hobbit school of puberty and has been perpetually eight for the past five years.)

“HEY BIG BRO WANNA COME RECREATE AN ICONIC FLASHBACK SCENE WITH US. WE’VE GOT THE SOCCER BALL RIGHT HERE, BUT HURRY UP OR WE’LL BE TOO LATE FOR SHOUTO TO WALK ON BY AND STOP TO LOOK”

lol and that’s literally the next three panels. but Horikoshi did add this extra bit after Endeavor starts to drag Shouto away

seriously Enji what the hell did you expect was going to happen here. “Touya went nuts and tried to kill his little brother out of jealousy, so let’s make it clearer than ever that Shouto is the important child and all the other children are just rejects. this will definitely not make the problem 100x worse, and will surely lead to Touya giving up and living a happy life, having been emotionally abandoned by the person he admired more than anyone.” good for you pal you figured it all out. no need for that plan b, “we all just go to therapy”

anyway so he’s telling Shouto he can’t play because he needs more endurance training. and meanwhile Touya’s patented Todoroki Drama Genes are going through puberty as well

definitely the face of a happy, emotionally stable child who’s not still plotting to murder his younger brother in his sleep

“WELL ACTUALLY MAKESTE” lol I stand corrected??

apparently during the five year interim Touya actually stopped blaming Shouto and realized Enji was the one at fault. good for him! a bit inconsistent, given what we know happens later, but I assume we’ll get to that in good time

anyway. “yeah man I agree that dad sucks, but it’s the middle of the night and I’m only eight and you’ve been monologuing for the past two hours bro”

LMAO

the manga is making my jokes for me, only better. fine then

looks like someone’s still miffed about that disagreement he had with his baby sister back when she was like four

“Fuyu doesn’t get properly riled up like I want her to so ranting to her is annoying.” okay but having been in Fuyu’s shoes, it really is just a different way of coping, and I can guarantee she’s not as fine with the whole situation as Touya might think. but making your peace with something is often a decision that’s made for emotional self-preservation reasons. and I sure as hell don’t fault her for trying to shut out a situation that she had no control over, and trying to make the best of it, and scrape together as normal a childhood as she could manage

and now in Touya’s defense as well, that is of course easier said than done, and I’m sure if there was a “push this button and instantly get over all of the trauma in your life” switch readily available for Touya then he would have pushed it too. unfortunately it’s not always that simple

so now Rei is pleading with Touya not to go train up on his little emo hill again, but it doesn’t seem like much has changed since he was eight

I don’t think he gives two figs about being a hero; he just wants his father to look at him again with pride. fucking hell, stop doing this to me you damn Todorokis

guh, they keep telling him the same thing over and over again

even if we hadn’t already known he was gonna go melt his jawbone off soon, I wouldn’t have expected a line like that to go over well

yep. fuck

that Todoroki puberty angst, though. nothing else quite like it

“you have a part in this too, Mom” ooooooh man

okay but look, he’s not entirely wrong. like, I’m not saying any of this is Rei’s fault at all! she’s in an impossible situation where she’s afraid to stand up to Enji (who by this point has shown that he’s willing to physically attack her if things get too heated, which is terrifying), and doesn’t really have anywhere to turn for support. her parents aren’t helping much if at all, and Japan in general is just a terrible country to be in when you’re in a domestic abuse situation. everyone’s expected to put on a brave face and deal with their problems all on their own in private. Rei is basically completely isolated at this point, and she doesn’t know what else to do, and so she’s just trying to keep the situation as stable as possible for the kids

but on the other hand, “for the kids” is also where that argument starts to break down a bit, because at this point Shouto is also being physically abused by his father, and the other kids are continuing to be neglected (emotionally if not physically), as they have been for years. so the situation really isn’t stable at all for them. and as a kid, what you end up learning in that type of situation is that you can’t rely on either parent. not the abusive one, certainly, but also not the other one who can’t protect you from any of it. even if they love you and they’re trying, they’re just as helpless as you. Rei is struggling to deal with all of this with one hand tied behind her back, and I get it, and I’m not blaming her at all. but all the same, particularly given that she’s (understandably) putting almost all her focus on Shouto, the end result is that the other kids have basically been left to fend for themselves

so yeah! a shitty situation all around. and one of those cases where it’s not really anyone’s fault (aside from Enji’s), but I can understand the resentment Touya is feeling all the same. and I’m so glad Horikoshi is acknowledging this, because it’s something I probably would have been too uncomfortable to bring up otherwise. as it is it’s still an incredibly heavy subject, and one that I probably have too many personal feelings about

anyway, so once again the whole “we’ll try talking to him and then just shrug our shoulders when it doesn’t work” parenting strategy doesn’t really pan out for the Todoroki fam

sob this boy is Anakin Skywalkering before our very eyes. all that’s missing is AFO to come and start whispering in his ear. any minute now...

“anyway so then he got taller and his fire changed from red to blue”

guess we’re getting pretty close then huh. this is the part of the flashback that I really don’t want to see, but also unfortunately the part that I’m most curious about :/

oh for fuck’s --

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IGNORING HIM FOR FIVE YEARS DIDN’T ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM” sob. back to the drawing board I guess

I thought he got taller, why is he still only like a third of Enji’s height here

oh fuck me these are armor-piercing feels. this is the heavy artillery right here

ENJI I’M BEGGING YOU PLEASE STOP AND THINK FOR ONE MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE BEFORE DOING SOMETHING YOU’LL REGRET FOR THE REST OF ALL TIME. your child just told you that he still thinks beating All Might is the only thing you care about, and that he believes his existence is a mistake unless he finds some way of doing that for you. please stop for a moment to contemplate that and choose your next words with care and grace and oh who the hell am I kidding

-- OR WE COULD JUST BLAME REI

go on and blame everyone but yourself then!! that’s a great solution!! jesus christ man I know this is Endeavor at his literal worst but still this is fucking hard to watch

POOR BABY SHOUTO IS YELLING AT HIS DAD NOT TO HIT HIS MOMMY THIS LITTLE BRAVE BOY NEEDS SO MANY HUGS OH MY GOD

AND MEANWHILE THE OTHERS ARE HUDDLED IN THE NEXT ROOM TRYING NOT TO CRY AH FUCK

(ETA: Fuyu covering Natsu’s ears cuts RIGHT TO THE CORE OF ME. Horikoshi if you’re really not gonna get these kids some therapy then at least consider giving your readers some. what is this.)

you know it’s bad when you’re starting to think the part where the kid burns to death might actually be a less traumatic thing to cut to right now

holy shit, actual Rei thoughts

“I was the one who ultimately made that choice” well there we go, wonder if that’ll put that whole argument to bed at last. I doubt it, but you never know. actually who am I kidding it’s not gonna settle jack shit lol

oh thank god, they decided it was getting too intense and cut away back to the present to narrate this next (final?) part

get ready to cue up that Alicia Keys. THIS BOY IS ON FIREEEEEEE

yeah I think that’s one thing we can mostly all agree on. neither of them had any clue what the fuck they were doing pretty much at any point. though I will say that the hypocrisy of him being all “WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP HIM” followed by him IMMEDIATELY DOING THE EXACT SAME THING is a bit rich

(ETA: and he still has this problem, doesn’t he? he froze up when Ending snatched Natsuo, and again when Dabi was attacking Shouto. he’s so afraid of doing the wrong thing that he ends up not doing anything, which of course is exactly what led to Touya’s death. damn Enji I guess you’ve still got some additional character development to unlock.)

and of course neither of them could possibly have known how badly it was going to turn out. like, the consequences here were WAY disproportionate even for the shittiest of parenting. no one expects “I didn’t know how to talk to my son” to snowball into “my son burned to death and then somehow came back as a villain and murdered thirty people”

ohhhhhhhh fuck me

LITERALLY INCINERATED THE ENTIRE HILLSIDE. fuck. and I am so not ready for the scene of Enji finding the remains of his jawbone afterwards. at least we were spared anything super-graphic (for now at least)

I feel like the timeline here is off, btw?? wasn’t Touya’s death supposed to happen after Rei got hospitalized? this might be the first actual retcon of the entire flashback. although I think it makes more sense this way tbh

I do appreciate that ten years later Enji is finally reflecting on the fact that if he’d just given up his stupid obsession he could have stopped his family from crumbling apart. that probably sounds sarcastic as fuck, but it’s not. there are countless jerks out there who would have still managed to find a way to blame literally everyone and everything under the sun except for themselves. at least he finally figured out how to take responsibility, even if it came too late to stop his son from dying and being radicalized into a villain terrorist organization

and speaking of, it seems to me we’re missing a third and final part to this little tale of woe, and one which only Touya himself will be able to shed any light on. so we’ll see how that goes

oh man seeing the other kids blaming themselves even though none of it was their fault hits hard af. Rei wasn’t kidding when she said they’d been bearing that burden of guilt far longer than Enji

SHOUTO I SWEAR TO GOD IF THE NEXT PANEL IS YOU APOLOGIZING FOR BEING BORN, I WILL... WELL I’LL BE VERY SAD, I GUESS. SO DON’T DO IT

oh good he’s just being quiet. good. it absolutely is not your fault lil bean. it’s not theirs either, but feeling guilty about things that aren’t your fault is a time-honored shounen tradition

goddammit I braced myself for the angsty Shouto panel a page too early. gotta do it all over again now lol. okay here goes

;_;

well well well would you look at that

imagine that. talking things out with your child before they make a rash decision. looks like the Todorokis’ parenting skills are finally leveling up

OH MY GOD

holy shit. this is the most quintessential moment of father/son Todoroki bonding in the entire series. for me it even tops the “nice scar” scene lol. Enji sobbing at the fact that he still has a chance to set things right. and Shouto offering his hand in what is actually the most mature and selfless gesture I’ve ever seen, and being all “we’ll stop him together” to his dad who he hates, but also doesn’t really entirely hate anymore. and all of that is incredibly moving... BUT ALSO HE STILL REFUSES TO MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH HIM AND HE WOULD LIKE HIM TO STOP BEING SO FUCKING DRAMATIC ALREADY IF YOU DON’T MIND. “WHEN YOU’RE DONE CRYING...” fkjldsk

OH MY FUCKING LORD

(ETA: wouldn’t be a Todoroki drama fest if there wasn’t somebody listening in on the whole thing in secret just around the corner lmao.)

“you think we should have waited somewhere else?” “yeah, probably.” “are you feeling a lot of secondhand embarrassment too?” “god, you have no idea.” STFU HAWKS IT’S NOT EMBARASSING TO BE MOVED TO TEARS BY YOUR FAMILY ALL COMING TOGETHER IN YOUR DARKEST HOUR TO GIVE YOU HOPE THAT YOU PROBABLY DON’T DESERVE BUT ARE NONETHELESS INDESCRIBABLY GRATEFUL FOR

and anyway you chose these guys as your found family, bucko. too late to back out now. next time go get yourself adopted by the Iidas then

AND MEANWHILE NO WORD ON THE WHOLE “HOW DID A THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD SURVIVE A FIRE THAT COVERED HIS BODY WITH HORRIFIC SCARS AND MELTED HIS JAW OFF, AND HOW DID HE SOMEHOW THEN MANAGE TO GO INTO HIDING FOR TEN WHOLE YEARS, AND WHAT HAPPENED IN THAT INTERIM TO CHANGE HIS GOAL FROM ‘SURPASS ALL MIGHT TO IMPRESS MY DAD’ TO ‘KILL ALL HEROES TO MAKE MY DAD SUFFER’.” as if we don’t know the answer to that. but still, would it kill Horikoshi to just confirm AFO’s involvement in all of this already. at this point it’s basically just a formality

so here’s hoping next week we’ll either get that, or more Hawks action, or (DARE I EVEN SUGGEST, I’M AFRAID TO JINX IT) finally cut back to Bakugou and Deku and All Might omg. either way I’m hyped

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Why Jaime Lannister's GoT Ending Was Actually Bad

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Nearly every aspect of the end of Game of Thrones earned ire from the majority of the show and book fandom, but one aspect of the show's conclusion that seems to have frustrated fans across the board was the ending for Jaime Lannister. More specifically, that after a seemingly solid and nearly complete redemption arc, he returned to Cersei and King's Landing to die in a manner that somewhat works as a metaphor but didn't resonate well with the audience at all. And, while Jaime's ending was a flop, it didn't fail for the reasons that many viewers seem to think that it did.

The Lannisters are obviously some of the most complex and important characters in A Song of Ice and Fire, but one of the most interesting aspects of their family dynamic is that it was established far before the contemporary storyline actually began. And, while Game of Thrones seemed to paint it as if Cersei was a source of toxicity that Tyrion and Jaime couldn't get out from under the thumb of, the truth is that the bad apple that spoiled the bunch was never Cersei, it was always Tywin.

One of the most meaningful and important themes of George RR Martin's work is the long-term effects that abuse has on children, and there isn't really any example that is more present and potent than the horrific effects that Tywin's abuse had on all of his children, and how it affected them in different ways.

Jaime, Cersei, and Tyrion all have some of the most intriguing points of view in the entire story. And one aspect that all of their POVs seem to share in common is that while nearly everyone in their world perceives them as a villain, they all see themselves as victims. And the truth is, both sides of this coin are correct.

Yes, the Lannister children have done many horrific, irredeemable things in their lives, but they have also been the victims of extremely traumatic abuse that understandably altered their outlook on the world and on themselves in general. There is a balance between victim and perpetrator that needs to be struck with their characters, but one of Game of Thrones' bigger flaws was its inability to do that.

Unsurprisingly, nearly every character's book point of view grants themselves more sympathy than they should. Almost everyone sees themselves as a better person than they are or is capable of rationalizing away their bad deeds and focusing on their more positive decisions and personality traits. But this is of course one of the many ways in which George RR Martin utilizes his POV traps.

Translating a story that is told through the eyes of the characters themselves and filming it from a more objective third-person perspective means that plenty of important information is going to be lost in that translation. But one of the fatal flaws when it comes to the Lannisters is that, while Game of Thrones does still present Cersei as pretty forthrightly villainous, the narrative pretty drastically whitewashes Tyrion and Jaime. Essentially, it seems to take Tyrion and Jaime at their point-of-view word and treats them like they're much better people than they truly are. Thus, Jaime's ignominious end with the supposed biggest baddie of them all feels like a betrayal of his character development when it really shouldn't be.

Every character needs to be held responsible for their own choices, but the downfall of House Lannister really does rest in the hands of Tywin, and Game of Thrones ignoring that fact did a disservice to every one of the Lannister children in one way or another.

Yes, out of all of the Lannisters, Jaime was as close as Tywin could get to the golden child of his dreams, but it's easy to overlook that while Jaime may have been the favorite on the surface, every single one of Tywin's children was disgustingly mistreated, and the effects of his abuse all showed themselves in different malignant ways.

While Jaime may have gotten preferential treatment over his siblings, Tywin was never anything other than a terrible parent, and more importantly, Jaime's superior treatment only told him exactly how he could expect to be treated if he ever failed to live up to his father's high ideals. And of course, in many big and small ways, he did ultimately fail to live up to Tywin Lannister's exacting standards.

Tywin was a terrible parent because he was an abuser, but he also raised his children with his own values of pride, entitlement, and superiority. Obviously, the notion that they were simultaneously failures who had earned their own mistreatment but were also Lannisters who deserved to be above everyone else is opposing perspectives that are in constant conflict with one another, but it also seems to be how Cersei, Jaime, and Tyrion see themselves as constant victims while still perennially victimizing others.

George RR Martin has repeatedly discussed that one of the strongest themes of his work is the idea of the human heart in conflict with itself. Game of Thrones lost the plot with this in nearly every character adaptation, but Jaime's was one of the worst, largely because he is a character who has done some of the most monstrous and most heroic things in the story. He is both the man who doesn't hesitate to murder a child and the man who stopped a king from slaughtering thousands, and therefore his inner conflict is extremely vital.

Jaime's character arc in Game of Thrones follows a classic redemption arc almost perfectly, but that clearly doesn't seem to be the intent behind the character in the books. Yes, there is a part of Jaime that wants to be redeemed, but he does often revert back to his more brutal and nihilistic side, and his desire for so-called redemption seems to be driven more by how he wants the world to see him rather than how he wants to be.

And in that sense, the show did him a great disservice. Because there are many ways in which Jaime hasn't healed from Tywin's abuse, but the fact that he still seeks the approval of others in a rather superficial manner rather than developing a deeper understanding of true honor and justice is one of the clearest indications that, while Jaime does want to get out of the path that his father laid out for him, he is still crippled by what Tywin told him being a Lannister meant. And ironically, Tywin's belief about what being a Lannister means has essentially trapped all of his children into trying and failing to live up to that example simply because they can't survive unless they do.

Because ultimately, it's not necessarily just about what Jaime, or Cersei, or Tyrion wants. At some point, every single one of them has made obvious indications that they don't want to be a part of the legacy that Tywin Lannister laid out for them. But, when Game of Thrones presented Tywin as a super-intelligent master strategist instead of a completely unnecessarily violent and aggressive asshole, it made all of the Lannister children's choices harder to understand.

Both in the A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones fandoms, Tywin is typically put up on a pedestal, and that's completely baffling. Many viewers and readers perceive him to be brilliant and badass, but everything that Tywin is famous for actually makes him seem like a complete moron upon further contemplation. Winning battles by absolutely obliterating your enemies is a terrible precedent to set for many reasons, but one of the biggest is that it essentially requires all of the Lannister children to maintain this scorched earth policy because Tywin's hyper-aggressive superiority complex has put them in a position where they almost always have to choose to kill or be killed.

And, his cruel and dishonorable behavior as well as Jaime's reputation as the Kingslayer essentially guarantees that even if Jaime completely changes as a person and becomes the hero he wants to be, he really can't ever become that in the society that he lives in simply because the stigma around the Lannisters is something he can't escape.

That is one of the great tragedies that Game of Thrones failed to articulate, and that is one of the biggest reasons why Jaime's character conclusion was so off-putting to the audience. Because the audience saw the result of where this character arc would naturally go, but the story never actually took the steps to get there. In fact, the show went out of its way to erase a lot of the obvious building blocks that are leading up to both Cersei and Jaime's demise that makes it clear that, while they're obviously responsible for their own choices and actions, the groundwork that Tywin's abuse and cruelty laid and set in stone was something that they couldn't control, prevent, or undo.

Game of Thrones largely presented Jaime's characterization with the implication that if he could only escape Cersei, he would be a good man. But the reality was, if only Tywin hadn't been his father, then all of his siblings would have been better people. They may not have been good, but they almost certainly wouldn't be the kingdom-destroying villains that they became.

I also think the TV series likely bungled his character in that his story is meant to be a subversion of the classic redemption arc rather than the straightforward bad guy to good guy story that Game of Thrones told. George RR Martin obviously doesn't like flawless characters, and nearly every person in A Song of Ice and Fire does good things and bad things all the time, they never go in a straight line from point A to point B. So, of course it was going to be incredibly jarring when the show did move Jaime in a straight line from point A to point B and then abruptly gave him an ending that is probably somewhat similar to his end in the books.

But with that in mind, for all of the faults in Game of Thrones and the way they handled Jaime's character arc, I don't really understand the idea that his character was ruined by his ending either. These characters are clearly designed to never be just one thing, and if Jaime killing King Aerys or trying to kill Bran doesn't singularly define his character, then going back to Cersei in the very end shouldn't either.

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