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deadsetobsessions · 4 months

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AU List

Hello! Welcome! This is my attempt at keeping the AU's boiuncing around in my head in order. They should be mostly in chronological order.

Some of them are getting turned into full length fics! The list (and it's open to suggestions) can be found here: Fic List

A couple of things:

Please feel free to write your own fics based on any of these! No need to ask, simply link it so I can also read it <3

If you have any specific scenarios you have an idea for and would like me to write- my asks/prompts are always open! I can't guarantee quality as I do most of my writing at like, 3 AM but I'll try my best!

I don't condone racism, bigotry, homophobia, etc.. I do not welcome it here. I acknowledge that I have biases that I've yet to unlearn. If there's something that makes you feel unwelcome in the things I write, please let me know and I will fix it ASAP.

I write these mostly on little to no sleep (that’s when I get creative I guess?) so good luck.

Squatter! Danny Raises Tim AU:

[Here] In which Tim finds a squatter (Danny) in his house and gets a brother.

[Here] AU of Squatter!Danny where Tim finds Danny squatting in the Nest as Red Robin and thinks he's a coffee-fueled hallucination.

[Here] Tim and Danny stalks the Dynamic Duo and freaks them out.

[Here] Tim and Danny goes shopping, Jazz Fenton casually suggests murder as a means of sibling adoption.

[Here] Tim meets Jason! Robin and fanboys his way into thinking he could become Robin. Danny tries to temper Tim’s stalking habits.

[Here] Family Bonding

Ghost King and the Justice League:

[Here] The JLA summons Danny and Constantine regrets his poor life decisions.

[Here] Writing Prompt: Ghost King!Danny can hear the screams of the Joker's victims.

[Here] Batman tells Hal Jordan to babysit the unconscious Ghost King because Hal’s neon green.

[Here] Zatanna helps the dying ghost boy by repairing his grave and hunting down the GIW

[Here] Zatanna retrieves the gravestones of Phantom's subjects and gives him a safe space to grieve.

[Here] Ghost King!Danny babysits Wonder Woman at the behest of the Goddess Hera.

[Here] Ghost King!Danny munches on some demons.

[Here] Local space ghost scolds superhero club because they littered in space.

[Here] The OG Young Justice team summons Danny in a private school bathroom

[Here] The JLA failed to prevent cultists from summoning the ghost king. Luckily, they get Danny instead, who seems to be the king's assistant.

Alcoholic! Danny Adopts Jason Todd AU: (Fic)

[Here] Alcoholic!Danny saves Jason Todd from a mugger and gives up alcohol to be a big brother.

[Here] Alcoholic! Danny confronts his stalker, buys chili dogs for his new little brother, and kills a pedo in that order.

[Here] Going Sober!Danny meets Batman, and then gives his new little brother an apartment and tells him he can go to school.

[Here] Going Sober! Danny takes his little brother back to school shopping

Spider in Gotham AU: (Fic)

[Here] In which Peter Parker gets isekai'd and shrunk, commits crime, and adopts a Gothamite street kid for a brother.

[Here] In which Peter Parker’s alternate memories haunt him in the form of nightmares, his identity gets made by his roommate, and he talks to a concerned vigilante with poor sleeping habits about his own poor sleeping habits.

Gotham! Danny and His Bats:

[Here] Writing Prompt: Cryptid Danny predates the Bats.

[Here] In which Danny is both Tim Drake and Gotham's City Spirit.

[Here] Writing Prompt: Danny and Gotham’s Bay that’s full of dead bodies, ghosts, and a very alive Red Hood

[Here] Gotham Spirit Phantom has a moment of introspection and would like people to stop blowing parts of the city up

[Here] AU of Gotham Spirit Phantom where Danny has no idea what universe he got reborn in and proceeds to have a bad time and decides to DIY mental health.

[Here] AU of Gotham Spirit Phantom where Danny has no idea what universe he got reborn in, pt. 2: Danny bullies Bruce into self care.

[Here] Writing Prompt: Shade! Jason stumbles across a ghost Danny, adopts him, gets turned into a full-fledged ghost, eats cookies, and gets pulled back into his human body.

Danny in Gotham:

[Here] Accidental Crime Lord! Danny Phantom and his takeover ft. a gaggle of orphans and a stressed Batman

[Here] Writing Prompt Lawyer!Danny Fenton and heroism within the confines of the law.

[Here] Lawyer! Danny prompt fulfillment

[Here] Coffee Shop Owner! Danny enforces the shop's neutrality by beating up the Joker with a chair and accidentally seduces the Red Hood.

[Here] New to the City! Danny dropkicks Red Hood in his stupid red helmet

[Here] Danny vs. Mr. Muffins

[Here] In which Bruce, Alfred, and Dick grieves while Danny wonders why they were grieving on an empty grave.

[Here] In which Danny did not get the memo about Gotham's pharmaceutical companies

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU:

[Here] Sea Cryptic! Danny cleans up beach after local vigilante explodes his plane over the ocean.

[Here] Sea Cryptic! Danny cleans the Gotham bay and does broke college student things.

[Here] Sea Cryptic! Danny extorts money from Batman for blankets.

[Here] Sea Cryptic! Danny makes a friend and calls Red Robin broke.

[Here] Sea Cryptic! Danny makes Batman a debtor and makes friends with the best vigilante recyclers in Gotham.

[Here] Tim asks Danny to introduce Tim to Danny, Jason has a post-zombie crisis.

[Here] Batman tries to adopt another kid, Danny gets Vlad flashbacks, and the Bats finds out that Jason is stinky.

Danny Gets Yeeted (Yoted?) Into Gotham AU:

[Here] Danny gets dropped on the Batmobile and acquires minions

[Here] IOU One (1) Big (Harvey) Dent

[Here] Danny trolls the Waynes by telling them he's died before (and pretending he doesn't know they're vigilantes).

[Here] Tim makes bad excuses for vigilante injuries and Danny forgets about the knife embedded in his stomach.

[Here] Sleepy, assassin-trained Damian accidentally stabs civilian Danny and feels bad about it.

[Here] Danny's Knife Collection (but not just knives).

[Here] Ghostbusters but they don't actually catch the ghost (Danny)

[Here] Danny’s in the goddamn walls!

[Here] Danny's first family game night: trauma, eating paint, and aiming the Bat cannon at the GCPD and firing feral vigilantes out of it.

[Here] Cassandra Cain (former Feral Child) reassures Danny (who is Ghost Feral) that they're siblings.

[Here] Danny gets ice-cream with Duke, Bruce vs. (corrupt) CPS

[Here] Danny does gardening with Alfred

Danielle "Dani"/"Ellie" Phantom:

[Here] "Ellie" visits Gotham and encounters a Stinky Red Hood.

[Here] "Dani" trades "removing corrupted ectoplasm" for "a meeting with Batman about the GIW" ft. Stinky Red Hood and a confused Nightwing.

[Here] A paralegal gets reincarnated/isekai’ed as Danielle “Nellie” Phantom, Prompt

Gremlin Genius! Timothy Drake:

[Here] Toddler! Tim is irritated at his heroes for showing up late at their own Gala.

[Here] Tower Scene AU

Reincarnated as Gamer! Timmy Drake (fem Tim): (Fic)

[Here] The Dissociative Experience™️ of realizing your afterlife is a cosmic oopsie (and that you’re now playing a game as a female Tim Drake).

[Here] Art for the fic

New Tim-line, Who Dis? AU:

[Here] Time Traveling! Tim has a crisis on a plane and hires Deathstroke to off the Joker.

[Here] Time Traveling! Tim takes over Bludhaven's underground at nine years old by terrorizing them and takes out his big brother's enemies via blackmail and Amanda Waller.

[Here] Tim Drake Vs. The Education System round 2

[Here] Dick Grayson remembering his dumbass, self-sacrificing little brother from a different Tim-line.

Prompts Found:

[Here] Tim is a sleeping cat and the law is: you can't move.

[Here] Heartbroken Danny leaves Dick Grayson with a table full of cold anniversary dinner.

[Here] Tim beefs with Superman.

[Here] Triplet Tim

[Here] Triplet Tim Pt. 2

[Here] Triplet Tim Pt. 3

[Here] Triplet Tim Pt. 4

[Here] Triplet Tim Pt. 4.5

[Here] The Trio escapes Amity via train

[Here] Dick Grayson plays dumb... a bit too dumb

[Here] Reverse Trope Prompt- Too many beds (dcxdp)

[Here] Reverse Trope Prompt- accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss (dcxdp)

Thoughts about DC/DP:

[Here] Richard Grayson's successful image change

[Here] DC vs. The Fan Ability of Saying "No"

[Here] Jason's Pit Madness

[Here] Gotham's City Planners

[Here] Jason and Cass discusses their kill/no kill policies and comes to an understanding about each other.

[Here] Danny can be a twink OR he could be buff as hell.

[Here] DC Canon is soup.

[Here] Damian's relationship with art throughout his short life.

[Here] Ra’s could have revolutionized the medical field but decided to be a creep and clone a minor

[Here] Tim Drake is that troll from Trolls the movies, Branch

[Here] Butter Sock

[Here] Gotham city’s unanimous agreement not to fish dead bodies out of the bay

[Here] Danny in Hogwarts.

[Here] Reincarnation Manhwa + the Bats

[Here] The Bats, Supernatural AU

[Here] Jason's sick fic

[Here] Damian is lost in Amity Park

[Here] Tim, Danny, and floating down a river in a wine barrel

[Here] Reincarnated into Damian Wayne's older sister.

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impyssadobsessions · 11 months

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DpxDC vague concept.. The normal what if Damian and Daniel was brothers. EXCEPT what if when the Fentons adopted/fostered Danny, they thought he was possessed by a ghost because of the pit rage this feral child had. So they managed to successfully cure Danny of it- but because of it and being revived from the pit Danny lost all his memories of the league. He didn't even know he was adopted. Until ding dong years later finds out and is so confuse. Jazz like OH right.. you did try to kill me when mom and dad took you in. Danny: I DID WHAT?! Jazz: Mom said you were trying to assert your rightful place or something like that. Sam: Pfft! No way Danny could be that scary- Parents have photos. Danny was indeed terrifying the first few photos they had of him.

Also actually had this idea of the concept.. from like What if Danny ended up in Gotham because parents doing a convention and had to be saved by Batman and Robin.. Only for Damian to recognize Danny and start investigating to see if this really is who he think it is. He keeps it from his siblings though they all know Damian is up to something. Damian gets his answer even after blowing up the machine from it trying to read Danny's dna sample. Damian then warns Danny to leave Gotham- doesn't realize at first how much Danny remembers or not. But once its clear he doesn't, he just really strains Danny needs to leave. Damian fearing Talia and the League of Assassins will find out Danny's alive and well. Though never having a close bond due to the nature of the league with Danny, he didn't want his brother to be subjected to it again. (Damian only having realized how much he regrets not being an actual brother to Danny after living with the bats and learning what family relationships are suppose to be like.)

Danny finding out he's adopted- and also a deep-rooted fear rises as something is telling him to really heed Damian (Robin at the time)'s warning. Only hard part is getting his parents to leave when they're about to reveal their grand achievement to the world. So Danny has to juggle sabotaging his parents' portal they're making for the convention, avoiding being kidnapped, figure out who's after his parents invention, and his own turmoil (of being adopted, not remembering who he is, and fear of where he came from) Of course turns out the League of Assassins and Court of Owls are already interested in Fentons' invention.. more importantly the ectoplasm that powers it. Danny really has far too much on his plate. While Damian tries to keep it secret the entire time that Danny is his brother from the other bats as they try to figure out why the assassins and owls are interested and what they plan to do with the Fentons and their inventions. explaining things poorly again LOL my mind been rummaging this idea all day especially after I read Noise and Light by TheWritingOwl last night on Ao3 >w< hehe.

#danny fenton #dp x dc #dpxdc #dpxdc prompts #dpxdc concept #damian wayne #damian and danny are brothers #fic recommendation #fanfic idea #dc x dp

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class1akids · 10 months

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Let me cry how important it is to me that it is Natsuo who is shielding Shouto in the new chapter.

Natsuo was the last sibling and Todoroki family member introduced into the story - him and Shouto are shown interacting the first time at the awkward family dinner after Endeavor's fight against Hood.

Natsuo is also the family member who holds onto Touya's memory the strongest, so his open conflict with Endeavor gives us and Shouto an insight into the rift among the siblings (the earlier chapters focused on Shouto's history with his father and mother mostly).

Natsuo not even knowing Shouto's favourite food becomes the symbol of the distance between them. They are virtual aliens living in the same house - their "could have been" sibling bond a collateral damage to Endeavor's abuse, Touya's rage and narrative that Natsuo held in his heart in his grief.

This leads to Natsuo's own regret of not trying to confront Endeavor and Touya and of not trying to make them face each other, which also led to his personal guilt of choosing to never interact with his little brother, even when he could have.

Shouto from his own side seems quite eager to bond with Natsuo and values his sincere feelings even if they are unpleasant as something positive and needed:

and he is fiercely protective of his older brother.

Shouto even adopts Natsuo's definition of normal sibling bonding as "Knowing each other's favourite food and enjoying noodles together" that he later extends to Touya.

I think it's worths bringing back here the School Briefs story from the 5th volume that delves into Natsuo's POV and elaborates his feelings of regret and guilt about failing his role as big brother to Shouto:

I highlighted the more heartbreaking parts, but Natsuo goes through feelings of helpless anger about their broken family, the abuse he couldn't stop, but then also examining the things he could have but didn't and then finally moving onto the things he still can (like being involved in Shouto's life now going forward and bonding over things they can - making lumpy, screwed up soba together).

So Natsuo getting to be the person, the big brother to protect Shouto in this situation is not only deeply healing from Shouto's perspective, but also Natsuo's, who has done a lot in the family to keep Touya's memory alive, to start arguments that were needed to move forward and it also honors the bond Shouto and Natsuo built as a result of the healing they already started.

#bnha manga spoilers #bnha meta #bnha manga leaks #bnha 395 #todoroki natsuo #todoroki shouto #todoroki family endgame #natsuo & shouto

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stxrgaryen · 1 year

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The other woman | Jacaerys Velaryon

Summary: In which I shuffle my playlist, spin a wheel and write a one shot for a random character from House of The Dragon.

On todays episode:

Song: The other woman by Lana Del Rey

Character: Jacaerys Velaryon

Warnings: none I think??

Word count: 4.42k

You had never held any wild preconceived notions of love. You knew it to be trying and oftentimes disappointing. Growing up you had watched your father dismiss and neglect your mother, all to pine for a woman that was no longer alive.

You could still hear the arguments that raged between them— the queen insisting that Viserys took no interest in his children, and your father replying that it was nonsense.

Of course he knew it to be the truth, he just did not care enough to change his ways.

He would always offer your mother remorseless apologies the morning following a big argument, gifting her beautiful gowns and expensive jewels. It was how you knew he did not truly love her.

Your father did not care enough to fight for her, to listen to her plights and address her concerns.

No matter how warped your idea of love had begun, you always knew it existed.

Your mother, Queen Alicent, had been the best example. She loved you with all her heart, entertained discussions that never interested her just because she adored the way your face lit up.

Each time you completed a patch of embroidery, she would show it off whenever she held court, urging her ladies to shower you with compliments.

Although it made her head spin with anxiety, she accompanied you to the dragonpit whenever you wished to visit your hatchling. She was present for each milestone you made and every accomplishment you gained.

She taught you that the love between a mother and her children was sacred and you knew in your deepest of hearts that there was no length she would not go to protect you.

You thought the absolute world of your mother. You adored her beautiful dresses and saccharine smiles. You loved how she did her hair and carried herself with such elegance.

Through watching her, you learned to make the best of whatever circumstances were handed to you, no matter how unfavorable you found them to be.

Queen Alicent guarded you like a well kept secret.

You were a child she had always deemed solely hers. Aegon was born for the crown, belonging entirely to the throne he would one day inherit. Helaena was born for him, meant to be the queen by his side. Daeron was for Oldtown, meant to serve as a squire for her uncle Hobart until he came of age.

Aemond would be set up in some kind of political marriage, most likely of a woman set to inherit lands, a match that would require him to leave her. But you— you were hers.

She could raise you as a child of her own and sure, someday you would have to marry but it could be to a minor Lord, perhaps a second son, one that would allow you to stay in the Red Keep.

It had offended Alicent to her very core when Rhaenyra suggested a betrothal between her sweet daughter and the eldest bastard.

And for all your mothers efforts, you adored her for her willingness to protect you and your siblings.

The second kind of love you had learned to cherish was that of your brothers' and sister and although you loved each of your siblings (yes, even Aegon), Aemond had always held a special place in your heart.

It was hard to describe the bond between you. It wasn't romantic, you had never held those kinds of feelings for him, nor he for you, but there was some kind of soul tie between the two of you, allowing you to know each other in ways others simply could not.

You held his hand through the rough days and laughed with him through the good.

Your fondest memories were faking coughs and wiping at a dry noses just so you could curl up with your brother in front of the hearth in your mother's private rooms, your other siblings following shortly after.

"You know—" Alicent had spoken to her children one night, "you don't have to fake an illness just to come visit."

You had smiled so brightly at those words, snuggled happily between Aemond and Helaena, your little brother’s head resting on your lap.

Aegon sat beside Helaena, his shoulder resting against hers as he pretended to hate every second of the interaction.

You always noted how he insisted on joining you despite his claims to hate these nights.

Your mother would sit in her chair, taking turns stroking each of your siblings heads as she called for melted chocolate and read a story for you all.

You had never felt such comfort, never felt so safe.

Growing up, your father was always sick. You could not remember a day where he felt well enough to spend time with you.

At least this is what you remember him claiming.

When your dragon had emerged from its shell, you had been completely breath-taken by her pearlescent silver scales. You marveled at how the sun reflected off them.

You named her Meraxes, after princess Rhaenys' mount.

You had gone bounding up the keep's steps, racing to your father's room to tell him of your new dragon.

You had thought that he could tell you tales of the conqueror. That he would possibly even speak of Balerion and what it was like to mount him.

Barely containing your excitement, you reached for the handle of his door, smile already plastered across your face. As the door pushed open you stopped dead in your tracks.

Viserys sat in his chair, smiling at Jacaerys and Lucerys, pointing to different parts of his model of the Valyrian Freehold. He spoke High Valyrian, slowing the ancient words so his grandsons could catch each syllable

It was something ugly that festered in you at the sight.

He had never smiled at you like that. Had never taken the time to show you or your siblings the thing he seemed to love more than them. He didn't teach you histories or the ancient language of Valyria.

Your father looked at you and his smile dropped just the slightest, before widening again. Although this time, it did not reach his eyes. Yours dropped completely, your breath coming out rushed and labored as your fists clenched at your side.

"Kepa." You greeted, making a point of pronouncing the word flawlessly.

Viserys nodded, "y/n"

An awkward silence hung in the air as the king and his grandsons stared at the disheveled girl. Viserys looked at you expectantly.

"Ñuha zaldrīzes—" you began.

"I don't understand." Lucerys cut you off with a whine.

Your father's true smile appeared as he looked at Luke and you felt tears cloud your vision.

"My dragon hatched." You whispered, every bit of excitement you once held now dead and gone.

"That is very good news." Viserys said indulgently. "Have you told your mother yet?"

You shook your head no.

"Then perhaps you should go tell her." You could remember your father saying, attempting to disguise his dismissal.

You said nothing as you slammed the door and ran to your mother's chambers.

When your siblings had visited you later that night, with honey cakes and hot tea, you knew that with them, you were always loved.

They cheered you up to the best of their abilities, spouting nonsense and exaggerated stories, all in the name of seeing you smile.

The third and final kind of love that you had learned to cherish over your few short years of life, was the kind shared between friends.

It was hard for you to believe that even now, Jacaerys had ever felt anything towards you other than contempt.

He had always been a child of great temper whereas you were levelheaded, at least in your shared youth.

You were the calm to his storm but never the apple of his eye.

Those were the days in which he was promised to Baela Targaryen.

He would boast over her beauty and bravery like they were prizes he had won. You never minded, you were happy that your closest friend would one day marry someone he cared for.

Your earliest memories are with him as you sat under the weirwood tree, arms intertwined as you picked candy lemons off honey cakes.

There was one day in particular where you had stolen the tray from the banquet table somewhere between the fifth and sixth hour of a feast, you had taken Jace by the sleeve, pulling him outside as you both began tearing the poor cakes apart.

King Viserys often threw revelries and just like all those before, he had drunk too much arbored gold.

On that day he had done just that— drank far more than his fair share and slurred some nonsense when he saw Rhaenyra, expressing how proud he was of his 'only child'.

You felt his words like a punch to the gut. There wasn’t a single thing in this world you wouldn’t give up to hear Viserys speak of you like that.

You had only been grateful your mother and siblings weren't around to hear it. It had been senselessly cruel, but it was your burden to shoulder.

You had only hoped his guard had ushered him to bed after.

"I do not understand why he doesn't like me." You admitted to Jace with a sigh. "I am just as much his child as Rhaenyra is."

Jacaerys turned to you, studying your sullen face as you picked off another candied lemon and popped it into your mouth. "Your father is a fool."

You turned to him with raised eyebrows. Swallowing the candied lemon, you placed the tray on the ground and sat up straight. "You just insulted the king."

Jace shrugged, picking up a honey cake and taking a bite, "just because he's the king doesn't mean he's not a fool."

"I thought you adored Viserys." You asked in confusion.

"You're my friend and he was mean to you." Jace shrugged again. When you didn't look convinced he continued, "your smart y/n. Like really smart. You know almost every part of Westeros, know almost every person that passes through court. You're kind to everyone, and good at everything."

Jacaerys shook his head, "and anyone who can not see that is a fool, including the king."

You beamed at his words. "Do you mean it?"

"Of course I do. You're my best girl." Jace beamed back. "One day I'll even make you hand of the king!"

You laid down, head resting against a root at you watched the red leaves sway gently in the breeze. Jacaerys settled next to you, laying his head directly next to yours.

"You're my best friend too." You whispered, not turning to see the way he smiled at the sky, eyes closed in contentment.

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The rift in your friendship began with the pink dread.

Above all, you cherished your siblings. You hated to see any of them upset and when it came to Aemond and his lack of a dragon, you knew just how much that singular problem effected him.

You had been in the dragonpit with them, learning to command Meraxes, as your brother and nephew did with their respective dragons.

As always, Aemond insisted on joining although he did not posses his own mount.

It was a kind of self-inflicted torture you could never quite understand but, your brother's determination was admirable, even if he hurt his own feelings in the process.

But of course, Aegon saw this same determination and wielded it as a weapon against him. Harsh jibes and terrible words were the least of your concern.

You stuck by your brother's side through it all, stuck up for him when permitted.

Today you had seen Aegon's cruel joke coming from a mile away.

Your face went red with anger as Jace and Aegon introduced the pink dread, little Lucerys running to find a pig with wings fastened to its back.

As your eldest brother and nephews left the dragonpit, you chased after them. Demanding answers for a brother who would not.

"Jacaerys!" You had yelled. You couldn't take your anger out on Aegon, although you knew it was deserved.

Your friend turned to you as Aegon and Lucerys continued to walk away.

"How could you?" You asked, voice trembling with anger.

"We're no longer the subjects of Aegon's torment." Jace said simply.

You had known this was true. Aegon had tortured Jace and Luke from the moment they learned to walk.

Now that he had a new target, her nephews were relieved with the reprieve. An argument ensued. You, insisting Jacaerys and his brother must leave Aemond alone, and him arguing that he couldn’t.

"If you continue, I'll tell the king!" You threatened, with all the resolution and determination of a hardened warrior.

"And which of us holds the king's favor?" Jacaerys asked cruelly.

You flinched at his words, face growing pale.

"Your father hardly tolerates you." Jacaerys hissed, his words aiming to cut. "He adores Luke and I."

You had run to your mother with tears in your eyes, hiccuping through broken sobs at you buried yourself in the soft fabric of her dress. She ran a comforting hand over your soft silver curls, whispering assurances you knew were false.

"Your father loves you." Queen Alicent had sworn, her voice cracking .

You knew it was a lie just as she did. Maybe Viserys did care for you in some capacity, but if he did he had never shown it.

The next day your mother had marched you down to Princess Rhaenyra's solar, demanding answers for her son's harsh words, neglecting the fact that her own child had said and done far worse things to the princess' children.

It seemed that single argument was the beginning of the end for you and Jace.

Later, he had brought you a sweet cake with a terribly written apology on a crumbled piece of parchment tucked beneath the plate.

You forgave him, as you did with everyone who wronged you in any way. It was always in your nature to forgive, no matter how badly words could sting, you valued relationships too much to push people away over mistakes they made.

Or you did at least.

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After that, spats always seemed to occur between the two of you. Some were serious but most were not.

It wasn't until Laena Velaryon's funeral that Jacaerys began to truly resent you.

In the midst of another disagreement, he was refusing to speak to you.

Distraught over the death of Ser Harwin and overtaken with anger at the world, Jace avoided each of your attempts to reach out.

So you gave up, instead choosing to spend the day with Aemond.

As far as funerals went, Lady Laena's had been beautiful.

You offered her daughter's your condolences and whispered assurances that meant nothing to them. They took took your hands in theirs, thanking you with sad but grateful smiles.

You remember your father calling you over, hand resting on your shoulder as he spoke to noblemen.

Aemond came to your side without you even having to ask, silently taking your hand as you listened to the utter nonsense coming from your father's mouth.

It was was the moment after your father had told Aemond he could claim a hatchling or dragon egg, that you knew the day would not end well.

Viserys never took into account how his children felt. Never once considered how he made them feel.

He only praised you in the company of others, only ever looked at you when you stood beside your eldest sister.

You had grown used to you father's aversion towards you and your siblings.

It made you lot all the closer, bonding over a neglectful father and a mother who tried desperately to overcompensate for that same father's neglect.

You tried not to let it bother you. How your father invited your nephews into his private chambers, sharing tales of Old Valyria and their family heritage. They never cared for it but, you did.

You tried not to think of how unfair it was because if you did you would never be free to think of anything else.

You watched as your father humiliated Aemond for what seemed like the millionth time in your known memory. You followed him as he ran from the great hall, wiped the tears from his cheeks once he stopped on the shores of High Tide's beach.

When some time had passed and your brother looked up with hardened resolution, you knew he had a plan.

To claim Vhagar, he whispered, would be to claim the world.

You agreed without a second thought.

Not thinking of the dragon's rider who had been sent to the sea not even a day prior.

You didn't think of the daughter's she left behind or the friend who was betrothed to one of those same daughters.

You only thought of your brother and the shared humiliation your father had forced you to bare your entire childhood.

So you agreed to help him. Not considering the consequences of this decision.

In the dead of night you set off with Aemond, determined to help him claim a dragon.

You had made your way to the outer yard, saddling Meraxes as you took to the skies— guiding Aemond who ran below, to the sleeping Vhagar.

You watched with bated breath as he approached her.

Felt anxiety when you saw her maw open and relief when Aemond had gotten her to calm.

As he took his first flight, you flew beside him. You had smiled so wide your cheeks hurt, cheered so loud that your throat ached.

When you landed you gave him the grandest of hugs, boasting how proud you were of him all the way until you reached the keep.

Where they waited.

It all happened so quickly.

You barely processed the insults the slipped past your brother's lips, barely had time to think as Baela surged forward and struck Aemond with a closed fist.

You tried to stop it. Tried to command them with a shaky voice to calm down. But they did not listen.

Before you could blink, your hands were pulling Lucerys back by the collar of his shirt— just after his blade had taken Aemond's eye.

You couldn't think, could not breathe as you watched Aemond writhing on the ground.

A fury you had never quite felt before rose in your gut, tears flowing as you struggled to find the words to express your anger, your horror.

Jace's eyes met yours. His face went pale and eyes wide.

"You bastards will burn for this." You promised, rushing to your brothers aid.

What happened next was only salt in an already gaping wound.

You refused to tear your gaze away from your brother as the Maester carved out his eye.

You could do nothing but watch as your mother struggled with her grief. She tried to bring justice to her children, tried to make it right.

Blame was thrown back and forth between each party.

The king was having none of it, insisting you were a family, that you ought to love one another.

It wasn't until Rhaenyra spoke up, at the behest of her sons, that the king finally began to listen.

Jace spoke next, your own words thrown back at you as your brother was being stitched whole in the seat beside you.

"Y/n and Aemond must be sharply questioned," Rhaenyra deflected "so we might learn where they heard such slanders."

Your back had gone rigid, your expression contorting into one of hurt. You watched as your mother struggled to defend you and Aemond and as your father ignored her entirely, just as he always did.

You felt helpless as you watched your desperate mother lunge for the heir, Valyrian steel dagger in her hands, seeking justice for her children when no one else would.

You understood it then. Why your mother was always so desperate to keep you away from Rhaenyra and her sons’. They did not have your best interests at heart.

They had harmed your brother and faced no consequences. What would happen when Rhaenyra ascended the throne?

The two women broke apart, breaths ragged and tears in their eyes.

Aemond rose from his chair, hugging his mother as he deemed the exchange fair, although you knew it was only in an attempt to calm her.

The silence was deafening as the opposing sides of house Targaryen began staring incredulously at one another.

"This matter is at an end!" your father's voice boomed as your mother dropped the dagger, blood now dripping from its blade. "Now make your apologies and exchange vows of good will."

When no one moved, the king spoke again.

"If you refuse to make this family whole— then I will." He rasped. Viserys pointed his cane toward you, "By royal decree, Jacaerys Velaryon and Y/n Targaryen are now formally betrothed."

Your mother's head turned with so much force, you had thought her neck would snap.

Viserys's eyes narrowed, "House Targaryen must be unified and with this marriage, it shall be."

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, your nails leaving crescent shaped indents in your palms.

You looked at your mother in horror who only shook her head in return, closing her eyes as tears cascaded down her cheeks.

Rhaenyra nodded in agreement but spoke solemnly, "A fine match, Your Grace."

Nothing could have prepared you for how disastrous your marriage would be.

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In the years following Driftmark, you grew into a beautiful young woman, with pale lilac eyes and shimmering silver hair.

You were everything expected of a Targaryen princess.

Your smile still shone bright as bright as a star in the night sky. You had maintained your kindness and your incredible ability to forgive.

"More beautiful than Rhaenyra ever was at your age." A lord at court had declared.

The compliments pleased your mother beyond belief, she had always been so proud of you and the appraisal of her court’s members only furthered her sentiments.

You had grown into a well-rounded young lady. You were more than talented with the high harp and possessed embroidery skills that were near to perfection. Your charisma and charm was nearly unmatched, drawing in anyone who dared to come close.

The entire realm looked forward to the day you were crowned Queen Consort.

You had found happiness in your life, with your siblings and the people around you.

But while the years had made you all the merrier, there was a constant storm cloud just over the horizon, threatening to upend your life and thrust you into the unknown.

You had not forgotten your betrothed or the terrible way things had been left between you.

Still, you looked to you marriage with hope. You thought that perhaps maybe, you could perhaps reestablish the friendship that was once there, if not pursue a romantic relationship.

On the days leading up to your wedding celebrations, you had spent hours pouring over every minute detail.

You arranged the dragon's breath lining down the center of each banquet table. You spent hours upon hours with the palace's head chef, deciding which wine would pair best with each course.

You made sure that the sigils of both houses, Targaryen and Velaryon, were displayed throughout the castle.

You arranged for singers and harpists to fill the halls with beautiful melodies throughout the week.

There was not a single detail you overlooked, nothing seemed too small in your eyes.

When it came time for your betrothed to arrive with his family, you wore your best dress and had your handmaidens braid your long silver hair into an intricate updo. You wore your mother's emerald earrings and matching necklace, the jewels complimenting the colored fabric of your gown.

You waited with your parents and sister for their arrival, your brothers both refused to welcome them, but this did not shock you.

Jaehaera and Jaehaerys clung to Helaena’s skirts, occasionally venturing far enough from her to speak with you.

Your nerves ate away at you until your hands shook, so instead you clasped them together before you.

As the black and red wheelhouse rolled into the court yard, you attempted your best at a welcoming smile.

Princess Rhaenyra emerged first, a guard helping her to her feet.

She crossed over swiftly, greeting your father then the queen. She turned to you with a too sweet smile, remarking on how beautiful your emerald dress was. You thanked her, eagerly turning back to watch the others come out.

Prince Daemon was next, holding one of their younger children in his arms. The child's nursemaid was quick to scoop the young prince from him, shushing the babe as he cried for his father.

He did the same as Rhaenyra, greeting his brother and then his good sister.

He spoke a soft hello to Helaena, her children, and then to you.

You noticed the cautious look in his eyes as he took you in. You did all you could not to cower from his gaze.

By the time you looked back, Jacaerys had already been standing on the ground, a hand outstretched to help someone else down the steps of the wheelhouse.

You watched as a tanned hand met with his, one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen emerging shortly after. Her hair fell in silver ringlets down to her waist, her dress a beautiful shade of sea green.

You felt your chest tighten as you realized who it was, Baela Targaryen.

You felt a small hand grip your own, looking down to find your niece, Jaehaera looking up at you with wide violet eyes. You sent her a comforting smile, running a soft hand along her cheek.

Looking back up you saw Jacaerys approach, Baela's arm intertwined through his own.

You tried not to stare, tried to keep a smile on your face but had found it difficult.

They're friends , you reminded yourself, siblings.

You tried to ignore the way he looked at her, how Baela returned that look.

You didn't want to believe it, did not want to admit you had no chance at a peaceful life.

Jacaerys offered you a tight lipped smile, nodding once before moving to greet his grandfather.

You hated how it made you feel. Hated that he overlooked you after you had spent so much of your time thinking of him, of the life you would share together.

It will get better, you assured, We haven't spoken in years. Jacaerys will warm to me eventually.

So you painted a pretty smile on your face, ignoring the nagging feeling that all would not be well.

You led your guests into the palace, seeing to it that each were settled in their chambers before you went to find your brothers.

On the eve of your wedding, you paced in your mother's room, nails bitten down to the beds.

All week you had tried to connect with Jacaerys only for him to avoid your efforts entirely.

Jacaerys had never wanted to marry you. You knew this in your heart of hearts.

He never treated you poorly but the slights were constant.

He would leave you mid conversation to go to Baela or at dinners he'd choose the seat beside hers instead of the one next to you. He avoided your affection and cast you aside with every given chance, dismissing your very existence as if your presence offended him.

You faced it all with a stiff lip, never taking his rejections as a sign to stop reaching out your hand.

You wanted the relationship with your husband to better than your parents had been, wanted to make it better for the children you would one day share but as the week continued, it was clear that some things were simply out of your control.

"He doesn't love me." You stressed to your mother, your nightdress trailing behind you as you paced.

"These things take time, my dear." She tried to calm you. "Not all great loves can begin over night."

You still had yet to accept it, that you had a feeling that with Jacaerys, there was no great love in your future.

You tried your best to smile, to convince both yourself and your mother that you believed her words would hold true.

But the truth was, you were just another woman of House Targaryen destined for tragedy.

The ceremony had gone and passed with no issue. You were joined as man and wife in the eyes of the gods. A Valyrian ceremony would follow as soon as you arrived on Dragonstone.

At your wedding feast, you sat and laughed at the high table, genuinely happy with the day’s events.

Jacaerys smiled politely, picking at his food and barely acknowledging his new wife.

Members from both sides gave toasts, wishing the new couple all the happiness in the world.

“May you find as much love and contentment as I did with my Aemma.” Viserys had spoken, caring not for how his current wife would take the jab.

When it came time for the first dance, Jacaerys stood from his seat.

He pushed his chair out and rounded it, making sure to tuck it neatly under the table.

You smiled at him, butterflies in your stomach.

Your husband truly was a handsome man.

There certainly were worse options and as of this moment, you had believed yourself to be lucky.

But he did not return your hopeful look.

He barely glanced at you as he walked passed, down the length of the table to where Baela Targaryen sat.

Jacaerys outstretched a hand as the entire room burst out into hushed whispers.

You felt every butterfly that had come to life, die within seconds.

Rhaenyra sprang from her seat, only to be dragged back down by Daemon.

Aemond stood too, looking absolutely murderous as Jacaerys led Baela to the dance floor.

Your mother voiced her outrage, even Aegon stood, joining Aemond as they muttered to one another.

You felt trapped, completely unable to move as Jacaerys twirled Baela around.

This was when you had accepted your fate.

Like mother like daughter, they would whisper for years after.

You were a woman cursed to live in the shadow of another.

You may have been his wife, but you would always be the other woman.

#house of the dragon #jacaerys x you #jacaerys angst #game of thrones #hotd #jacaerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #house targaryen #alicent hightower #daemon targaryen

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valfeathers · 1 year

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I would love your headcanons for all of the Wammy boys.

ok!! finally got around to it! sorry abt the wait lol

ok so i’m going to condense these & limit myself for now,, but anyways here’s a little something abt each of the boys

there's more art at the very bottom of this text btw :)

(consulting my wammy boy google doc)

A -

he was the in-house music/pop culture expert. if you needed a music recommendation you could go to him and he'd definitely find you something.

he was a master violinist, but after being scouted for wammy's he set his sights on the guitar and spent years learning how to play. his fingers were pretty much always calloused because he kept losing his picks.

he never lost his irish accent.

B -

he was the reigning king of pranks. never turn your back on him, i mean it, he will hotwire your car to roll down a hill (true story, ask roger)

the thing that set him apart at wammy's the most was the fact that he would just. get the mop out. sometimes. it wasn't unusual to spot him cleaning something unprompted. clean freak b? clean freak b.

after A died, he didn't stay long. he couldn't stand to be under the same roof as L, and for the short while he was still in the house he moved around like a ghost, seething with just. grief and anger. he left without a word, or a note, or any sort of message at all.

L- (for everybody's sake i'll keep this one short)

he's been to his fair share of concerts, shows etc (i'm an 'L actually went out in public' truther till i die)

as teens, A & B helped him deck out his padded cell with posters etc to liven it up, and he never took them down. over time he converted it into a ragtag office

he and roger are not friends. far from it. they so do not get along. L still calls him 'codger' occasionally and roger gets reminded of B every single time.

Matt-

he cuts & dyes his own hair, and he definitely got into stick n pokes (+ bonus: the first time he bleached his hair, he had mello help him & the two geniuses forgot to use toner, so he wound up ginger. everything worked out, though, because he wanted to dye his hair red anyways)

he used to creep downstairs at ungodly hours and raid the newly stocked dining hall for cereal. he has run into L multiple times doing this.

he gives me 'broke his arm as a kid and had to wear a cast' vibes. i can't explain it, that hc just calls to me.

Mello-

like L, he got into his fair share of scraps as a kid. they've bonded over that. (+bonus: he has bitten someone before)

he was fiercely protective of matt & near when he was younger in an 'only i can bully them' kind of way that is so common with siblings.

labb gives me an excuse to imagine him as a big reader so that's what i'm doing! he read the classics as a kid & he wrote in his off time too,, he has dozens of journals that will never see the light of day.

Near-

he arrived at wammy's very young, he was actually the youngest wammy alumni on record.

i haven't gotten the opportunity to draw him with it yet, but i hc him as a cane user! a cane that linda customized for him at L's request. (from now on i Will include it in all of my near art istg)

out of the successor trio, he's the only person who was around when A was alive. he has one vague memory of A, that being A giving him a tiny wordless wave.

thank youu thankyouthankyou if you made it this far omg!! this took me a while but it was fun! have some domestic-y family-y wammy boy art to rest ur eyes after that little novella

#wammy boys #death note #this fucking GOLIATH of a post wowie #l lawliet #a death note #beyond birthday #mihael keehl #mail jeevas #nate river #the love i feel for them is so so strong #anyways i hope this was worth the wait!!#death note hcs #v wammyposting #death note fanart #this will not be the last time i talk abt these sillys #wammys hyperfixation going strong

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hyperactivewhore · 9 months

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How do you think Klaus, Elijah, and Hayley would’ve reacted if they’ve been alive when Hope jumped into malivore, causing them to lose all memory of her, only to later regain their memories back a couple months later?

We've all seen how Freya (aka the only one of her siblings who gave a damn about Hope) reacted to losing Hope. If I'm not wrong, because I only made it to the second season of Legacies that luckily it's the main plot of what you're talking about, there were still photos of Hope around her house and Freya didn't know who that girl was but she was still clearly distraught.

That would only be worse with Klaus and Hayley.

They were clearly depressed in s2 of The Originals after being forced to send Hope away, and this could be the only time Hayley could have considered turning off her humanity: she said time and time again that the only thing she could think about was how much she missed her daughter and Klaus agreed in her feelings, saying he felt the same.

If her parents were still alive by the time Hope jumped, the two of them would be heartbroken. They loved her the most and losing her just once nearly destroyed their bond, but Hope was just a baby back then, a newborn. There wasn't much to miss about her: they didn't know Hope yet, just that they loved her.

By the time of Legacies, Hope is already a teenager with thoughts and a personality of her own. At this stage of her life, Klaus and Hayley know who she is, not just what she means to them, unlike when they lost her for the first time. So when they forgot about her after jumping into the pit, they would lose more than just their daughter.

There would be photos of Hope all around their house, photos of her with the two of them and with each one of her parents individually, and photos of her alone and with other family members, and her bedroom would still remain in the compound: a room full of paints with soft colored walls that clearly belonged to a girl. That, along with the photos, would certainly make them suspicious.

Those photos would have Hope in all her stages: a baby, toddler, child, teen, etc. They would clearly guess she's related to them in a way and they would all assume Hope is Klaus and Hayley's daughter, but no one would voice it except probably Elijah, because Klaus would be in his denial era again and I don't know exactly how Hayley would react, but if one thing is for sure is that both parents would be depressed because they would feel something is missing and yet they wouldn't know what.

In short words, they would act like the first time Hope went missing: Klaus and Hayley would probably not speak to each other and they would be off killing people 24/7, to Elijah's disappointment. After Klaus snapped out of his denial era, Hayley and him would talk about this mistery girl and acknowledge that they have a daughter together.

I think Hope was in Malivore for three months, so the moment she comes out she would probably go to her parents because well, with them alive she wouldn't hold on to Landon as much as she did in canon. I don't think Klaus would hurt her, perhaps keep his distance because he's still paranoid af and he wouldn't trust this girl until he got his memories of her back despite wanting to keep her close. Hayley wouldn't give a fuck tho, she would be glued to Hope the moment she saw her.

When everyone got their memories of Hope back, Klaus and Hayley would be crying for like a year lmao. They wouldn't want her back in the Salvatore School and they would only agree to let her assist after a fight and them moving to Mystic Falls to keep an eye on her. They would be more clingy and a lot more overprotective of her, because that's their baby and she disappeared out of nowhere and they won't go through that again.

I totally forgot about Elijah but he would be more or less like them, to be honest. He would have a good relationship with Hope and would clearly move to Mystic Falls with his brother and Hayley to make sure his niece is more secure and etc.

#klaus mikaelson #hope mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #hayley marshall #freya mikaelson #landon kirby #the originals #the vampire diaries #legacies #tvd #to

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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I know i made a request and you’ve done it, so mf good btw. But i miss Corey :(

Could you do a Kurt x f reader x finn?

They’re all siblings and it’s like either she and Kurt going through his room with Carol and Burt and saying their favourite memories and it like plays out yk? like it says their thoughts and actions through the memory

ORRRRR

its like, mandatory sibling bonding day (Carol and Burt made them bc it’s at the start of their relationship, y/n and finn are siblings or Kurt and y/n are siblings and the other is their best friend) Kurt and Finn are arguing over what to do and y/n figures out a way for them both to enjoy it since she was ok with either idea. Everyone’s happy and they have a really good day and at the end of the day Santana comes to pick up her friend (gf) and they both go protective brothers on her ass. y/n is like ‘we’re not even dating, jesus. Chill with the protective brother thing.’ and gets mad bc of the things they say, mostly bc they say it’s a date or something but y/n is mad bc Santana isn’t out. so some angst *evil smile* and they get an assignment in glee club and sing to her as an apology kinda thing?

Ghosts

Finn Hudson x fem!reader x Kurt Hummel

Summary: Dealing with the loss of your older brother is harder than you thought. Nothing can prepare you for the pain that comes from it.

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST (loss of a loved one)

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I kept getting distracted.

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Losing someone you love is always difficult. Losing a sibling is another kind of pain. It’s indescribable. One day, you’re talking to them on the phone and joking about how they were failing some classes, the next, they’re just gone. You can never talk to them again.

You walk into your parents house, trying to mentally prepare yourself for cleaning out your late brother’s room. You hear your mother and step-father already in the room, getting started with some boxes and other supplies. As you walk closer, you hear the front door open as your step-brother enters the house.

Standing in the doorframe of Finn’s room, you can’t help the lump that forms in your throat. Your brother was your best friend. So many memories were made in this room, from having serious conversations to doing the stupidest stuff.

Your mother catches sight of you, and sees your contorted face. When you look at her face, you can see dried tear streaks along with some fresh tears already forming in her eyes. She quickly gets up and pulls you into a hug, which is quickly joined by Burt and Kurt.

Pulling back, you hug each of them individually. When you get to Kurt, you hold him for as long as he allows you. You can feel his tears seeping through your shirt, but you pay no attention to it. Instead, you let him sob into your chest.

“Let it out. That’s it. Just… let it out.” You pat his back comfortingly, trying to bring a small amount of solace to the man that you are so happy is still around, alive, and kicking. When you finally pull apart, you both turn to face your parents.

Looking choked up, Burt hesitantly asks, “How’ve you two been holding up?” You shrug, worried that if you start talking about how it’s been for you that you would start crying. Carol grabs one of your hands and squeezes while Kurt keeps a firm grip on your other one.

Kurt then sits the couple down and pulls out a few boxes that the two of you had labeled donate, keep, and throw away. They look at them haphazardly, and Kurt starts to explain what he was trying to do. “I marked these boxes so it would be easier to separate things.” Carol mutters out a faint, “Thanks, honey.”

Noticing her distantness, Burt puts his hand on her back. “You don’t have to do this now. It can wait.” Kurt shrugs, trying to help out by saying, “There’s no timetable.” You bend down so that you are at eye level with your mom and you grab her hands. “It’s going to be hard, mom. We can do this at your own pace.”

Carol shifts slightly, saying softly, “No. We should do it now. Or else, I’m afraid I’ll never do it.” Kurt shifts over towards a pile of Finn’s old football stuff. He pulls out a football with a bunch of names on it, including yours and his. Letting out a soft laugh, he says, “Oh, look. It’s the ball from the first game we ever scored at.”

He playfully moves his hand as if he was doing the Single Ladies dance, before tossing the ball to Burt. “You should keep this, dad.” Burt laughs slightly, gesturing with the football. “That’s the weirdest football game I’ve ever been to.” You laugh slightly, adding, “That’s the weirdest game of football I’ve ever played. That’s including the Monster Mash one.”

Clearly paying attention to something else, Kurt moves towards a familiar lamp in the corner of the room. “It’s the faggy lamp from my Marlena Dietrich collection.” You glance over at it, recognizing it as the one that your older brother had insulted oh so long ago. You knew he didn’t mean to be that mean about it, and he took it like a champ when both you and Burt yelled at him.

Seemingly remembering the same thing that you had, Carol stood up from where she was bent over. “I think he kept it in here to prove a point to Burt.” Burt looks at the lamp sadly before moving closer to it. “You know, if it’s okay with everyone, I think I’d like to keep that lamp.” Carol waves her hand around, taking a breath. “No, it’s not okay with me, that thing is awful.”

You laugh airily, subtly agreeing with your mother. Burt puts his hand on the lamp. “I need a lamp in my office at the shop.” He tears up, and his voice cracks slightly. “I tore into him about this lamp. You know, I was right in principle, but, you know, come on, the kid didn’t have a prejudiced bone in his body. And I knew what he meant when he was calling it faggy. I wasn’t teaching him a lesson in tolerance, I was teaching myself one he was just unlucky enough to be there for it.”

You move towards him, putting your hand on his back. You pull him into you while saying, “I yelled at him too. He knew what he said was wrong, and he fixed it immediately. Finn was the most caring man I’ve ever known.” Burt nods into your chest, tearing up. Carol looks at him and says sadly, “Finn knew how you felt about him, honey. Kind of liked it when you yelled at him.”

Burt covers his mouth with his hand, tears gathering in his eyes. “Should’ve hugged him more. No, no, I was always… you know, we’d fist bump, or we’d high-five, but… should’ve given him more hugs. You know, the last time I saw him, he was so bummed out, about some test at school, and I just, you know… told him to get back at it, you know? He’s worth it.” The tears start dropping down his face, and you start crying as well.

“Was the perfect time for a hug. But for whatever reason, I just gave him a pat on the back, and that’s that. Now he’s gone.” You pull Burt back into your embrace, trying to help make up for all the time when he didn’t hug his other son. Out of the corner of your eye, you see something shiny. You pull away from your step-father and move towards it.

When you pull out a trophy, you start crying even harder. Kurt comes towards you, slightly confused as to why you were crying over a trophy. He sees a bin full of them in front of you, and you’re holding onto the oldest looking one tightly while sobbing.

He pulls you towards him, muttering, “Hey, hey! It’s alright, it’s okay. What are these?” You hold it out to him, and hiccup before you start speaking. “When we were younger, Finn lost a little league championship. He was super disappointed and sad. I had just won my softball championship, and everyone on my team got one of these little trophies. I saw how sad Finn was, and at age six, I scratched out the words ‘Softball Championship’ and wrote in sharpie ‘Best Big Brother Award’. He loved it, and I gave him one every single year for his birthday after that. This is the very first one. He…” Your voice cracks again as the tears start reforming. “He kept them all. Every single one of them.”

Kurt turns around to look at Carol, who is crying and putting Finn’s varsity jacket in the donate bin. He reaches forward and grabs it. “Oh, don’t… don’t donate that. I want it. Seeing him come down the hallway wearing this, it was like Superman had arrived.” He puts it on and snuggles further into it, the arms being too long for him. “God, his arms were long.”

Carol sniffles. “I always thought that when I, uh. How do parents go on when they lose a child? You know, when I would see that stuff on the news, I turned it off because it was just to horrible to think, but I would always think, how do they wake up every day? I mean, ah- how-” She seemingly loses her breath. “How do they breathe? But you do wake up. And for just a second, you forget. And then, oh, you remember. Yeah, that’s like getting that call, again and again, every time. You don’t get to stop waking up. You have to keep on being a parent, even though you don’t get to have a child anymore.”

She starts sobbing, and you, Burt, and Kurt all rush forward to pull her into a group hug.

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Walking into the music room didn’t feel the same without your brother’s presence. You weren’t used to him not being there, ready to pull you into a headlock and noogie you until you tapped out. The rest of the glee kids and your old friends filed into the room, while you stayed standing in front of them.

You clasp your hands together in front of you uncomfortably. You clear your throat, making everyone settle down and look at you with sympathy and sadness in their eyes. “This is weird without him. God, I miss him. So, um, this is for Finn. The best brother and best friend anyone could ever have.”

The band starts playing, and you take a deep breath before you start to sing.

(Ghosts by Banners)

(Bold is singing, Italics is memories)

I hear noises

Awoken from my sleep

I'm haunted by the thoughts, I creep

If the earth quakes down, buildings fall

I'm pulling pictures off, from our bones, till you say

Here, here I am

Oh, and here, here I am

Oh, oh

Finn was walking down the hall towards his next class. Suddenly, you jump on his back, surprising him so much that he turns around ready to punch you. When he realizes that it’s just his sister, he lets out a breath. “Oh my god, I almost hit you. Don’t do that!” He then slings his arm around your shoulder and walks with you the rest of the way to your next class.

All the ghosts

They float, float around us

How they turned all our dreams into dust

We saved your mother

But darling then there was no spark left for us

We won the battle, but lost the heart

And now I know that here, here I am

Oh and here, here I am

“Do you ever think about what it would be like if dad was still around?” You look up from where you are reading a book, startled by the sudden question from your brother. “I mean, yeah, I guess.” Finn glances over at you, and you can tell that he is about to ask you something else. “Do you miss him?” You put your book down and think about it for a second. “I honestly don’t remember him all that well. And anyway, I think Burt is a better father than he could ever be.” Finn considers that for a second before nodding. “You know what, you’re right. How’d you get so damn smart?” You smile at him before saying, “Got it from you, bro.”

Oh, hard to believe

It's said and done, hard to believe

It's not dead and gone

I want to believe

All is well that ends well

But I just can't convince myself

Can't touch the stars, or make them shine

Fight the tide, until the day we die

Can't touch the stars, can't make them shine

But you know I'll try

Can't touch the stars, or make them shine

Fight the tide, until the day we die

Can't touch the stars, can't make them shine

But you know I'll try

For you I'll try

You finish singing with tears rolling down your face. The glee club sits in silence for a second before Kurt gets up to hug you, and the rest follow quickly behind. They hold you until you calm down a little. You wipe away the tears before pulling everyone back in and quickly muttering, “I love you guys so much. I am so happy you are still here.”

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moofy117 · 4 months

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Meet Calhoun!

His Lore:

- Calhoun was 10 years old during the great escape. (The middle child)

- He was sort of like a glass child growing up. Their father always either focused on the two oldest or the two youngest siblings.

- Calhoun always stuck to himself, though he and Molly had a very good bond when it came to enjoying alone time. The two of them would often sit on a high branch in the troll tree together, just silently watching the world go by. Just enjoying each other’s company.

- During their search for refuge after being separated from the main group of trolls, Calhoun took it upon himself to look after Marlow and Bramble’s egg when Molly and Malone were trying to figure out where to go and what to do.

- If the two older siblings were arguing, Calhoun would distract Marlow with a game or a story, to keep him from getting upset.

“Hey, Marlow, wanna play ‘I Spy’?”

“Okay, Cal!”

“Okay, I spy with my little eye…”

- Calhoun knew Molly only did what she could for them. Understanding that she too was just a kid. But he also agreed with Malone on some aspects of their travels through the forest.

“Molly, Malone has a point…staying hidden sounds better than running through the open…”

“Cal, we will be fine. Listen to me, and we will be okay.”

“Okay…”

- Calhoun did not want to leave her in that thorn bush. Malone basically had to drag him through the long grass and cover his mouth to stop him from calling out for Molly.

- Calhoun had been carrying Marlow on his back, and could feel his younger brother clinging to him for dear life as they ran from their sister and the Bergen.

- After the three brothers and the egg found the den, Calhoun tried to convince Malone to go back for her, but to no avail. Malone stating that she was gone and wasn’t coming back.

“Mal! We have to go back for her!”

“She is gone, Cal! We can’t do anything!…like she said, listen to her, and we’ll be okay…so just-…Listen to me, Cal, and we will be okay…”

“….O-Okay…”

- After that, Calhoun never argued or disagreed with Malone over anything. Always listened to him.

20 years later…

- Calhoun was responsible for expanding their living space by making bigger rooms, more storage space, etc. and turning the den into a large underground bunker.

- Over the years, he became so dependent on Malone’s opinions that he was unable to form his own opinions on anything. Always having Malone tell him what the bunker needed.

- He also always makes sure that Malone’s rules are followed by the younger brothers when Malone is out.

- He still thinks about Molly. Sometimes, when he feels bold, he tries to talk about her with Malone. Only to be met with a scolding and the older brother leaving the bunker to cool-off….He stopped trying to bring her up after that.

- Calhoun found Malone’s secret memorial site for Molly. He secretly visits the site to “talk” to her and catch her up on how the others are doing.

“Hey Mol…I think you’d like Bramble. He’s an amazing person. Kinda reminds me of you…wish you could’ve met him…”

- fully believes that she is dead and gone, but he used to be obsessed with finding her. That was until Malone told him that if she was alive, he would’ve found her already when he went out foraging...Calhoun gave up on trying to find Molly.

- The only thing he disagrees about with Malone is that their living situation is all Molly’s fault….but he’d never tell Malone that.

#trolls oc #trolls #trolls band together

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obamousse · 3 months

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I went through five stages of grief when I knew Osamu was pursuing a career in cooking.

It was so devastating not only because Osamu won't become his volleyball buddy, the relationship rifts and Atsumu cannot do anything about it.

All our lives we never kept our childhood friends. When we got out of elementary school, we lost contacts with one another and occupies ourselves in middle school. And then we replaced our middle school friends with high school friends, and in some short years lost them too. We could keep each other's numbers by then, but what are the chances of everyone meeting up for class reunion or texting with one another? People are occupied; meet-ups and texts happen even rarer with fewer friends, so why waste time upholding these meet-ups and texting which are the only threads holding these friendships?

That would happen for them. Osamu would be so caught up in his restaurant work, spouses and kids he would forget about anything Atsumu texted, or calls from him. Atsumu has important things to say, his needs to vent, and would brush it off when Osamu replied to him 5 hours later. Attending Atsumu's matches doesn't mean anything, what if it is only one match out of all Atsumu had played? How many matches could he attend? That is the only reason Furudate gave to convince us that they were still close friends. The distance created is inevitable and nothing could bring it back, and Atsumu had to accept it as part of the reality. That he had to live alone and sometimes see the ghost of his old friend, that they did not live together anymore, that Osamu prioritizes other things over his brother in his daily life, that in practice, they became acquaintances.

That rift kills me, and it would kill Atsumu too. The best part about having a sibling, no, a twin, is that you go to the same school, live in the same home, and stick to each other making memories and happiness. When you grow up, you drift apart and you could only call them, if luck is with you, once a month, like with many other used-to-be best friends, your normal friends, your acquaintances. The people you'd see the most are going to be your spouses, kids, and then colleagues, and finally, siblings and other friends. They went backstage. Your twin was not as important to your daily life when you grow up. But siblings would always bound together whenever their parents are sick or one of them is sick. But if all our relationships in the present could be summed up by perfunctory texts and once-in-a-month meet-ups, then who are we?

I don't understand how people accepts this, adjusts to this, how Osamu worries about Atsumu's reaction more than this. Maybe it hurts deep within him but he doesn't share with the audience, may be the reason why Atsumu wanted Osamu to give up his dream was for the sake of their friendship. Fuck growth or whatever is said in the manga for Atsumu to accept Osamu leaving him. If we are going to drift apart, if our friendships were never the same as before, if we are going to be fleeting acquaintances of each other, the growth is never worth it.

Growing up, you may have to live alone in an apartment building, and friendships and relationships became more convoluted: you can only bond with them for 2 hours within an entire month, you understand your best friends and siblings prioritizes other things over your relationship, people have their own agendas, you have to be careful with every word you say, nothing lasts forever, you are meant to drift apart. If that's what to inevitably come with adult life, then growing up is so fucking lonely.

So anyways, here are some headcanons for me to cope:

Osamu and Atsumu became neighbors, and Atsumu would visit Osamu frequently.

That's it. IDK how people can live far from each other, only do text and calls and still keep their friendship alive. There are some fanfics about this that says "Not because we chose to be on different career paths mean we would separate." Because how does that work? Is the not-separating only limited to a friendship where we would meet for 2 hours, talk about the 10% surface of our lives and be done for? Is that how a friendship is supposed to be and we have to accept it, that the friendship had changed? IDK how some of you deal with this. Explain to me pls????

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons????#miya osamu #miya atsumu #miya twins #reigan speaks #rant

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zer0expektation · 1 year

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I rewatched Loki (and got progressively angrier), here are the highlights:

(featuring my queer analysis/rewrites hehe)

Episode 1

22:03 - “if looks could kill” Mobius ab and to Loki

22:05 - “What do you want from me?” “Well, let's start with a little cooperation.” “Not my forte” “really? Even when you’re wooing someone powerful you intend to betray? Come on.” Mobius and Loki - GAY

24:35 - “I am smart.” “I know.” “okay…” “.. okay” actual weirdos

Episode 2

5:13 - Loki ‘reading’ Mobius’s jet ski magazine hehehehe

14:03 - “Look, I know you have a soft spot for broken things.” Ravonna to Mobius as he talks about why he should be allowed to keep Loki alive

16:30 - Loki adjusting Mobius’s tie as he talks about how ‘adorable’ it is that Mobius thinks he can manipulate him, because hes a freak

24:34 - “Loki, i've studied almost every moment of your entire life” Mobius literally what is with you

24:53 - Pompeii scene my beloved

Episode 3

7:16 - “don't ever call me that” “Tech savvy?” “no, a Loki.” Sylvie and Loki silly funny sibling behaviour

22:15 - “You’re a prince. Must’ve been would-be-princesses or perhaps, another prince.” “A bit of both. I suspect the same as you.” ah the beloathed line that haunts my nightmares

31:28 - “y’know, i feel like i've told you so much about me, i really don't know the first thing about you.” yeah ‘cause there is LITERALLY NOTHING TO LEARN ABOUT HER Sylvie is so badly written it actually kills me

Episode 4

7:26 - “like me being born the Goddess of Mischief” - Sylvie is arrested by the TVA for having been born a girl, and presumably that later meaning that if she wanted to she could become a Valkyrie if she wanted to - which i'm fairly certain it's mentioned that Loki wanted to be a Valkyrie when he was younger. This is actually so fucking stupid. The file on our Loki variant states that they were born with a “fluid” sex (whatever the fuck that means), and we are to assume that a lot of parts of variants are intrinsically the same between each other, so you’d assume that Sylvie would also be born with a “fluid” sex

10:07 - Loki and Sylvie are finally bonding by discussing what “makes a Loki a Loki” and Loki insisting that its their collective ability to survive - of course they have to be fucking weird about it which causes a Nexus event, because plot i guess

11:00 - i hate that we don't get to actually see Loki and Sylvie get picked up

12:39 - isn't it a little fun, a little silly, that the bad memory Loki is stuck in is Sif saying “I hope you know you deserve to be alone and you always will be”

17:17 - it's interesting however that it doesn't really hit for Loki until after hes admitted that he does things for attention because he's scared of being alone - BUT i don't like that that is probably reason that the writers had for him falling for Sylvie, him thinking that because she is like him that she has similar fears and thus wouldn't do something to lose that companionship, rather instead it would have been interesting in its use to how Loki has inexplicably grown attached to Mobius of all people (especially because it is immediately followed by Mobius coming in)

15:27 - “aren’t you supposed to be interrogating your variant pet?” r15 to Mobius

19:11 - “I'm going to miss these little tete-a-tetes.” “Me too.” mocking from Mobius, a bit more genuine from Loki

20:59 - “you like her.” Mobius to Loki about Sylvie - im going to kill myself

22:14 - “your female self” good god im going to drown myself its so bad - neither Loki nor Sylvie should be considered a male or female version of the other, because they are both NEITHER male or female, they are both “fluid” in sex - the writers clearly did not know, nor give a fuck about the queerness of Loki and the character it actually makes me want to tear my own head off

34:26 - okok, i think it's fun and a little silly that Loki has a big reaction to Mobius being pruned, one that's harder for him to conceal than the one when he's told that Sylvie’s been pruned - but also, a bit nitpicky here i know, it's really dumb that he's just standing there, he doesn't even try to reach out to Mobius to move him out of the way or anything

41:18 - the “No, i have to tell you something” & “back on lamentis…. This is new for me.” & grabbing Sylvie’s shoulders - clearly supposed to set up the idea that Loki has some-fucking-how fallen for Sylvie (which is dumb as even worse written than most straight relationships) and wants to tell her now? For some reason? HOWEVER, it could have so easily been (and would have been better) instead, him trying to tell her that he trusts her and sees her as a partner in crime and a friend. Because that's the whole thing, right? Loki is scared of being alone, and yet doesn't do friends, and doesn't do partners, because he knows that he will always be alone anyways. The nexus event is him finding solace in the fact that he will die beside a friend rather than alone like he's always known he would. But nooo selfcest is definitely better than meaningful friendships, why dont you fucking kill me for thinking otherwise. Anyways he gets pruned here anyways so L Loki, fucking loser.

Episode 5

Unrelated but where the hell did the Lokis get their clothes - like, i get Sylvie because shes been fucking off all over the timeline for a long time, but everyone in the void? Why do they have their clothes

Again it seriously kills me that Sylvie has no character - no likes, no goals outside of destroying the TVA, no self-reflection, she's the woman character that is smarter and cooler than her male counterparts because they need to be looked after in order to not be killed

Another note on this, we can get a vague idea of what Loki will want when everything is over - he jokes about wanting to rule an entire universe/timeline, but in reality everyone knows he will just want to go somewhere where he's cared about and seen as equal, somewhere where he won't be alone - but we don't know what Sylvie will want, we cant even conceive an idea, because all we know is that she wants the TVA and whoever controls it gone, and we can assume that she wanted to be a valkyrie when she was little, but we know literally nothing else about her, so we have to assume either her and Loki are going to figure out their paths together, or that she will go off to figure it out on her own and we won't hear or see her again until she has a dumb cameo I think i would respect how little we know about Sylvie if it were a “i've spent so much of my life surviving and fixated on this one thing that i haven't had time to figure out who i am as a person and what i like and what i want after its all over”, but we never get anything like this, at least in any kind of depth that would make it good The Strong Woman trope is what I was looking for

16:04 - “Have any of you met a woman variant of us?” “Sounds terrifying.” i'm going to bash my head against the wall until my brains are crawling out the other side

Whoo president Loki, aka the only version of Loki selfcest i can stand behind, because at least commit to the bit if you're gonna do it

The one black Loki is the overly aggressive one that betrays everyone first, because what else should we expect from hollywood. Fucks sake

I do adore that the Lokis have so easily adopted Mobius within their little group and how good he is at understanding all of them

30:18 - “Mobius isn't so bad” “or so good. I think that's why we get along.” “he cares about you” Sylvie and Loki

okay, I'm not saying that they should have made Mobius the love interest, however I absolutely am saying that. I personally think that would be far more compelling than the selfcest plot, it wouldn't be out of nowhere like i'm sure some may argue because so much of this show was spent on showing that Mobius is the only person that's been able to truly understand Loki and get a good read on them and Loki views him as a friend despite it all, on the other hand i think the selfcest plotline is absolutely out of nowhere, but its not viewed as such because its portrayed as straight and thus expected, they have little to no romantic chemistry, they have had very very very few scenes where they are interacting positively with each other that aren't surrounded with the fact that they are working together because they have the same goal and are trying to survive and most of those interactions are sandwiched between arguing. I just think this scene could have easily been about Loki acknowledging that he cares about Mobius in a way that he doesn't think he has anyone else before, Sylvie could make a call back to her mailman, and then Loki can go quiet and amongst that have the blanket thing w/o the strange glances and awkward pauses and then they can discuss betrayal and what they want to do once everything is all over

31:48 - “i dont have friends. I don't have… anyone.” Sylvie - well now you do because thats all that this will be right? :D ← the face of denial

36:47 - “looks like you got away in the end” Mobius to Loki - you are a homosexual

37:09 - the lokius hug & Loki’s face before it

40:48 - “I don't know how” “you do, because we’re the same.” Loki and Sylvie - well you dont fucking say! Gee golly! Who woulda thunk it? Certainly not me, Mr. sylkie-is-selfcest-no-matter-how-you-twist-it. Good god I hate this stupid show.

Episode 6

I hate this show so so much, but i do really like when the silly mascot character that is kind of overlooked as comedic relief turns out to be a vessel for the villain, or at least are more sinister than they first seemed and they just become kind of uncanny and unsettling

I also really like immortal characters that have been alive for so long that they are truly exhilarated by their end

33:45 - Loki having a “no stop, this isn't you ;(” moment is so funny

34:56 - the grossest moment of the show. Selfcest, ladies and gentlemen!

35:12 - i feel like it is very important to note that sylvie saying “but i'm not you” here, is NOT her denying that her and Loki are the same, just that the experience and feeling that Loki is expressing is not shared

39:49 - “Who are you? What's your name?” Mobius to Loki - sobs it's so upsetting i can't do this - imagine how much more tragic this scene would've been if Mobius was set up as the love interest shm my head stupid fucking show

End :))))

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wckedmoons · 7 months

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( ÖZGE YAĞIZ | SHE/HER | CISFEMALE ) spotted! isn’t that MIRAY SAYAR wandering through the courtyard? the distinctive TWENTY-SIX year old is a SECOND YEAR cadet in the HEALERS quadrant. they are widely recognized as NURTURING and BENEVOLENT , yet they can be quite FRIVOLUS and RETICENT when provoked. i guess we’ll find out more about them as time goes on but they already give me the vibes of … SOFT LULLABIES THAT ARE MORE A HAUNTING THAN A COMFORT, BRUISED FINGERS THAT NEVER SEEM TO HEAL, DARK EYES THAT HAVE SEEN MORE THAN THEY SHOULD AND A HINT OF CHERRY WHENEVER THEY PASS.

THE BASIC NEED TO KNOWS:

full name: miray sayra

age: twenty-six.

height: 5'4

sexuality: bisexual & single.

parents:

siblings: a twin sister melina.

role: cadet in the healders quadrant.

negative traits: has a very bad habit of letting herself get hangry and will take her mood out on people if she isn't given food. internalizes her feelings at the expense of herself if she thinks that her reaction would hurt someone else.

positive traits: has an uncanny memory for faces and names and any injuries they have had in the past. likes to hum soft lullabies to people when they're sick like her mother used to do. is a firm believer in karma.

A SHORT INTRO:

Miray was fortunate to grow up in a happy home. Two loving parents that never made her feel less just because she was quiet where her sister was loud. A twin that was larger than life but always made sure that she was involved. It was lucky, compared to most and something in the soft child knew that.

Always playing house keeper she was happy to follow her twin around and mending anything she got up to, she would watch in awe as her sister learnt to throw a punch where she learnt to throw a stitch. Everything in her life was quiet and easy going just how she liked it till their father didn't come home one day and suddenly Mirays perfect little home had a crucial piece missing. Still she kept herself quiet, not wanting to cause any more stress for what was left of her small family.

When her sister informed her that she too intended to become a rider, the quiet ying to her sisters wild yang felt her plans in life shift for the first time. Miray had been so sure she would become a scribe or even a dress maker despite her gentle healing hand but she knew there was no way that she could let her twin wondering into Basgaith and not follow her - she also knew she would die before she ever even bonded with a dragon if she tried to become a rider and it was her intension that their mother didn't have to loose anyone else.

The next best thing she could think of was to enroll as a healer, where she could learn how to keep her sister alive if nothing else. Where she could remain quiet and calm and most importantly alive.

CHARACTER QUESTIONS:

what is/was their family and early life like?: Miray has a small but extremely close family. She and her twin were always adored by their parents even though they were opposites even with how similar they are. She was always closer to her mother but the disappearance of her father shook her and calmed some of her wildness that she had when she felt the new found desire to protect those she loved any way she knew how.

do/did they have any skills and/or interests before coming to basgiath?: Always one for fixing things Miray has been making and mending her own clothes for as long as she can remember, half the time she looks like she's lost her mind and the other half she looks like she's from the future. She hates being confined by a uniform and likes her clothes to make her stand out.

why did they choose to attend basgiath?: When her twin sister told her that she intended to enroll Miray knew that she needed to make sure that she was there some how, that she would always be at arms length from her sister and the best way she could think to keep her safe knowing she was not cut out to be a rider was to be a healer. To learn to fix anything Melina may break.

what are their goals for the future?: Miray has just one goal in life, keep Melina alive, she knows her family can't take another loss.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

tba.

#miray sayra | introduction.

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seoafin · 1 year

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do you think megumi and tsumiki aren't close siblings in the manga? otherwise, wouldn't megumi have noted that his sister was acting out of sorts in the latest chapters? i read a meta recently that talked about how the one interaction we see of them is when she throws milk at him and doesn't seem apologetic. do you think that was deliberate in the sense that gege was trying to subvert the woman in fridge trope? anyway, how does this affect your canon understanding of megumi's personality? can't wait for the new fic!!

also, personal question since i'm obsessed with him, how do think gojo would be like in a relationship post kfc breakup in canon? also, in your family au, when do reader and gojo get married?

they are close! while they may not be the type of siblings that tell each other other their innermost secrets, they obviously care about each other. even as children, i'm sure having no parents in the household brought them together as they only could rely on the other. megumi's first thought when gojo approached him was how being a jujutsu sorcerer would affect tsumiki, and even as a six year old her happiness is one of his biggest priorities!! they might not be best friends, but they have a familial bond and they care for each other

keep in mind i haven't read the latest chapters more than i've skimmed over them, but i think it's stated in the chapter that the cursed user inhabiting tsumiki has access to all her memories, and based off that could nearly perfectly replicate her mannerisms and personality, which is what fooled megumi. i think megumi was just so relieved and happy to have found her, it blinded him, and he momentarily forgot about the possibility that it wasn't actually her. once the initial euphoria wore off, it is a possibility that he would've eventually realized it wasn't her! upon realizing tsumiki wasn't tsumiki, he was so devastated that sukuna used that moment to invade his body.

as for your second question i'm not sure i completely understand? to my knowledge, i don't think the fridging women trope necessarily applies because tsumiki is still alive! if tsumiki does end up dying (all to further megumi's character arc) then akutami would definitely be guilty lol ESPECIALLY since nobara died for yuuji's AND he killed off tsukumo yuki 😭

as for that scene, i think it was more to show their contrasting ideologies in how they approach life and see other people. i think tsumiki was very rightfully fed up with megumi's (admittedly immature) way of treating people and obviously as his big sister it falls on her to straighten him up!!! i feel like he was also just Mentally not in a very good place in middle school and full of bitterness and resentment towards everyone. he does undergo a character change from middle school to high school, which the readers can assume is because tsumiki fell victim to a curse. it's the reason why he's trying so hard at being a jujutsu sorcerer, all to help her.

i personally really really like megumi's current character arc as much as i dislike the culling games. his resolved has hardened and he knows what he has to do. there's no more room for doubt, only survival. furthermore, he's growing at an exponential rate, and at this point in the manga the sky's the limit since the mental barrier he's imposed on himself is gone and i really can't wait for him to develop more although the events in the manga are.....yeah 😭 i also think the events of the manga so far have shown us that megumi is indeed ready to put the people he cares about over the greater good. god i hope he and yuuji and tsumiki make it out of the culling games alive!!!!

personal opinion: i don't think gojo is ready for a relationship immediate post-kfc breakup although i can see him rushing into one as a result of it haha

uhhhh i think rip!mc and gojo get married arounddddd 22????? sorry rip!mc that's so unfeminist of me 😫😫😫😫

#oof i rambled #but i love talking about megumi and his character LOL #akutami has to stop introducing hot women only to kill them off i won't have it!!!!!#dianagracesworld #jjk.talk

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If you’re still on the train: why do you think that five is so dedicated to his family, as well as the idea of family. How was he able to form this dedication in an environment where Reginald likely pushed for loyalty above love?

This is a really good question, and the main answer is Trauma.

Some of it is just Five, some nature vs nurture. Idk if the writers did it on purpose, but Five has a huge heart. He tries very hard to hide it, he doesn't really know what to do with it, but he also did invent a person specifically to take care of at the end of the world. He befriended Viktor as kids, to the point Viktor considers him his "closest confidant" - Five didn't have to do that. It could have started as a bit of rebellion because Reggie discouraged them from hanging out with Viktor, but he did also genuinely like and love his brother. I've said this before, but I think Five was more or less the glue that stuck the siblings together, as his position as the middle child. Not by anything he did on purpose, but he just bounced around with everyone else. He's an asshole and obnoxious but he's also a kid and he loves his family.

His family is also his entire world. They were homeschooled, they trained together, I don't think they saw much of the world outside of the Academy before they went on missions. Those six other kids are some of the only people he knows in the world. They are also bonded through the isolation and trauma of training and having an abusive father.

And then he falls into the future where they're dead just like the entire rest of the world.

I'm writing a whole fic about Five's time in the apocalypse that goes through everything in excruciating detail that will be done... someday, but in the meantime, a cliffnotes on his motivations. I think Five has a fuckton of survivor's guilt. He thinks if only he had been there, he would have been able to save his family. It's his fault they're dead because he skipped out. They become his everything, even more than that they were already most of his world - his motivation to figure out the math, his motivation to survive, his motivation to do the unthinkable without batting an eye. It's all worth it if he can just get back and save them.

That doesn't just go away once he succeeds and gets back to them. For one, there is still an apocalypse coming that he doesn't actually know how to stop. They've also been his motivation for the past fifty years, that is ingrained in him, he can't just stop living for them now that he's got them back.

Five is this way because of and in spite of Reggie. Reggie did emphasize competition between the kids, but they were also The Umbrella Academy! They are a team! They must be prepared to save the world together! It's not a traditional family, really more of a forced family, but Five went missing young enough that he didn't see things fall apart so he's got a childish memory of that they were a family, of sorts, and then just dump trauma on top of that so he fucking clings to it because it's literally all he has.

Say what you want for how healthy that is, but it did get him through an apocalypse and he's managed to keep 5/6 siblings alive.

#cool question thank you!#and yes! i am still on the train!#it was delayed so ive still got like three hours to go rip #shark's tua thoughts #entertain shark on his train trip #tua #number 5

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slyfire · 8 months

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Just finished a few questlines, and I wanna write my thoughts on the character questlines I've finished.

Spoilers for Act 3, as well as spoilers for Astarion's & Shadowheart's (but general spoilers for other companion questlines too)

Starting with the first one I finished: Astarion.

His quest was very well done IMO. Ultimately it's about overcoming the cycle of abuse, with one of the last choices with him being whether to help complete Cazador's ritual and allow Astarion to 'ascend' in Cazador's place, or convince him to not complete the ritual. I chose the latter, as well as letting the 7,000 spawn leave to the underdark.

I wasn't planning to, but I got too curious and decided to look a little at what happens if he takes on the ritual, and although I only saw a little, I definitely feel like keeping him a spawn is the better & more satisfying ending for him. Otherwise he it seems like he's on the path to becoming another Cazador if he ascends.

The scene of Astarion just repeatedly stabbing Cazador may be my favourite cutscene so far. The depiction of the strong emotions that comes with someone overcoming their abuser was really well done. From the rage he felt though the violence, to the sobbing afterwards...shout out to his VA for really selling it because I was almost about to join him...

The grave scene afterwards was also quite sweet (unsure what plays out if you're not on his romance though). I think he adds a new date of birth to the tombstone? If so that's amazing!

Of course, it's still a little bittersweet knowing that he'll have to go back to the shadows if the tadpole comes out, but unlike before, he'll have people in his life that genuinely care about him. I would like to think he could connect with his spawn siblings too (something that I wish got more focus during the direct aftermath of Cazador's death). While ascending may fix his vampiric issue, it's just incredibly sad that the price of that is his true freedom.

Onto the next one I finished: Shadowheart.

I really loved her questline as well!

Shadowheart was probably the first character my character bonded with as she was the first permanent party member, as well as making a lot of choices she approved of. Then of course as a Dark Urge, both characters have memory loss.

It's interesting that while my character made reassure her it was okay to worship her Goddess, as well as showing respect to Her in some places, when it came down to whether to kill the Nightsong or not, I let Shadowheart choose for herself...and she chose to throw the lance away! Honestly one of the most satisfying moments of the game so far. I thought Shadowheart would have gone through with it. While my character didn't want to kill Aylin (and well, neither did I), she wouldn't want to stop Shadowheart if her heart was set on this.

I also though her new hair was neat! Also a little funny since my since it seemed like my white-haired character is the closest to two other white-haired characters. Plus, Astarion & Shadowheart by themselves are an amazing duo. Shout out their dialogue from the Loviatar ritual. But it's also neat she keeps the braid since we find out it was her childhood friend that used to do her hair that way (even if on Shadowheart's request).

For House of Grief stuff, It was sad to see how a younger Shadowheart has to learn about torture for her faith, as well as partake in it... and man the fact Viconia turned into a wolf just to scare Shadowheart... like actually fuck Viconia, as well as Shar for the mission. Also fuck the fight 'cause of all the darkness thrown out at my party 😑. I did leave Viconia alive though.

The scene with Shadowheart's parents actually did make me tear up. It's a choice no one should go through. Thought it was terrible with Wyll too...like let the characters have one nice thing, no strings attached. I once again let Shadowheart choose her own fate, and she chose to listen to her parents in remove Shar's curse at the expense of their lives. Unlike Wyll, Shadowheart was able to have a genuine conversation with her parents again which was a small blessing.

To find out her mission as well a lot of her life was a lie, then when a chance of reconnection with her parents comes, it gets crushed in front of her...yeah she really need to cry a little afterwards. I wish we had a choice to comfort her more though.

Also, I'm glad she was able to meet her childhood friend again though, though it was a shame she left too quickly (but I'm also so glad she wasn't in the previous fight). And while Shadowheart can't remember her perfectly (I had her use the noblestalk), Nocturne basing her name on Shadowheart's was really sweet.

I really love how overall how similar the questlines are regarding the companions. While they're all different in substance, there are so many overlaps in themes & ideas, and it works amazing into making this group so good together. The person you spent so much time in devotion too isn't as they seem? Shadowheart & Lae'zel. Conflict between Gods and their worshipers, leading to possible punishment from said Gods? Shadowheart, Dark Urge, & Gale. You could make a lot of interconnections.

Anyway, I wanted to make a write up since I thought I was finished with the Dark Urge quests, but it seems there's still more to go? For context, I've gotten Orin's stone. I may make a write up later on. I just wanted to put my thoughts down...somewhere.

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Sorry not sorry don’t even looking it up if you hate spoilers 8B, haha.

Soooo first part a mix. Mostly it was the moving Chuckys, I mean if I had to be honest the three looked wonky... were they CGI? I’m not saying “OMG this is a piece of shit” more of its obvious a bit off. But still whatever budget Mancini was given not bad.

Story itself, pretty good. Not on edge of my seat. Just more questions than answers. Is Andy dead? Is Kyle REALLY dead? I feel like Jake bringing that up is for a reason. Why has Lexy literally LEARNED nothing. Yes we can say she’s a kid. Yes we could say she got traumatized.

Not being the homophobic bully, Lexy hasn’t really changed. Her paranoia’s made her worse even as a sister which I didn’t think was possible. I mean lord surprised her mother didn’t send her to mental facility for giving Caroline that knife. I mean yes we could say Caroline didn’t tell. But its a freakin’ knife those are HARD to miss.

Kinda hoping this season is her getting better character development.

Uhhh more of question why or which Chucky keeps his memories... cause I’m so confused how some didn’t remember Tiffany/or Andy but some did(aka the bomber). In addition while I’m not shocked he’s pissed about Tiffany’s two-timing... he does know to a degree that she still followed his plan? I mean I’m sure/or hoping that’ll get explained later. But for the next series of “Oh I don’t need Chucky” etc.... why did Tiffany get so pissed Andy ruined their plan? If she was done with Chuck then she really didn’t care if the plan worked. Plus why would her own doll help? In addition... how did that doll get her memories (human body one) unless she was there?

Although it was an okay episode. I do admit it had me on the edge a bit. But then it made me think “God these kids are a mess BD;; “... or that they get dumber? Again yes know its a horror show, know they’re just kids. But yeesh Gary’s death felt avoidable BD;... as did for that matter Chucky getting into Lexy’s home. Not the point, I’m not expecting these kids to go “Hey watch out KILLER doll”. But I mean yeesh Jake and Devon were missing for two days. And even if Gary was... I dunno a kid? most people teach these kids “Don’t go off with strangers”.

I dunno felt like the writers dumbed this kid down extra or the storyline for that scene’s sake. I kinda would had liked Jake to have a foster sibling. Like a nice ref to Kyle & Andy.

Hmmm guess time to reinstate what I want for this series. For Andy and Kyle to be alive, I won’t lie I will be super pissed at Don Mancini if he kills off both. From what I hear Mancini gets along with the actors, so I don’t see it being “behind the scenes” reason to kill them off. And Hollywood does not give older actors much love unless they’re like the Beyonce of acting. Sooo if he just wants to retire them and go “Jake take the wheel we’re tired”. Than fine but I don’t want them killed off.

Like I said last season I honestly would like Andy to adopt or foster Jake. Be the family both need. Even if its bonding over a crazed killer doll 8B.

FREE NICA. FREE HER DAMN IT. I don’t wanna hear these crazed shippers, Tiffany’s not a victim. She’s just as much a guilty party as Chucky. She LITERALLY amputated her. Either get Chucky out of her head and I’m sorry to say this but kill Tiffany off. I love Tilly I do but her character’s despicable. If he still wants the Tiffany doll then just let her inhabit that doll again. Which I’m not gonna lie feels like they’re foreshadowing that a LOT in this first ep.

I want the kids to be okay but that goes without saying.

I’m curious where Tilly is to end in this series. Its not that Mancini doesn’t love her, everybody LOVES Tiffany. But depending on if Mancini wants (or plans) for another season... I just don’t see him killing her off completely.... I’m sorry to say or not sorry to say. I just honestly see her going back to Chucky. Question is as what....

A rival only depends on if he can write a story for it. And I’m sorry if this offends people, but I just honestly see back as Chucky’s partner. Again I GET why Mancini broke them up... AGAIN. He did not want bad press or want to be seen as the “Joker/Harley” toxicity. And if Tiff had Harley possibilities I’d say “yeah go with it”. But Tiff only had that one possibility in Bride. From Seed on up, Tiffany’s been a killer. She enjoys killing, she’s never stopped killing and she’s had (depending on their twins ages) years to AVOID Chucky. Literally what she did to Nica does not scream “Victim” or “Hivy”, it screams a deranged sociopath.

My bigger question is.. what does Mancini have planned for Glenn and Glenda? Note to LGBT readers, the writing left me confused on their preferred pronouns. So until their debut not gonna use them for this one. From what we saw in Seed, Glenn is literally the “good angel” while Glenda followed their father’s steps. Even as a child, its clear Glenda enjoys killing and Tiffany either encourages or helped as much. I wanna know more about them... is Glenda still a killer... do they both know about their father?

Is Glenn still “no killing”... if so does that mean Glenda’s stopped or has Glenda/and their mother found better ways of hiding it from Glenn. I’m curious on their relationship. While I can see them both loving Tiffany... with Glenn being so anti-killing dunno how psychokiller Glenda gets along with Glenn.... I STILL wonder why Glenda hasn’t tried to seek out Chucky or “bond” like they normally do. I shouldn’t sound so casual about that. But its a horror show/and you can blame Seed/Bride for making a horror comedy.

For that matter how will the twins fit in this story? Will they be allies or enemies to the trio?

#Chucky tv show #Chucky tv series #Child's Play #don mancini #SYFY #USA Chucky

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