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lemonhemlock · 1 year

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Jaehaera has a disability for narrative purposes, because GRRM needs to quickly explain away why the greens somehow stop demanding that Andal inheritance law be respected. Aegon III had to be king, so he's making his way backwards to fit his ending.

This gets even weirder when you realize that there's ANOTHER case of a young Targaryen girl getting passed over for the iron throne because of a disability - Vaella, who needed to get passed over because Aegon V was the one who is supposed to be King. Her claim is "immediately" dismissed despite the fact that she's the only child of the King's eldest son, presumably because of both her gender and her disability.

In fact, there's a... Weirdly significant number of Targaryen girls who are described as "simple-minded," or otherwise appear to be coded as intellectually disabled: Gael, Jaehaera, Vaella, and potentially Daella as well. Daella dies of childbirth at 18, Gael drowns herself at 19 after being "seduced and abandoned by a traveling singer," and giving birth to a stillborn baby, Jaehaera dies at 10, either by suicide or murder, and while we don't know what happens to Vaella, the fact that she's never mentioned at all after that event means either she lived an unremarkable ignored life and then died before present times, or that she died young. That's a weird amount of "simple-minded" Targaryen girls who die young. Idk if this pattern means anything, but I've noticed it before and it sticks out to me.

(while I do want Jaehaera in the show to have a character and not just be portrayed as an "simple-minded" little girl, I do hope they keep her as autistic. I think there's plenty of room to give her a ton of depth without simply erasing her neurodivergence and I really want the showrunners to realize that potential.)

Anonymous asked: not talked enough about how Jaehaera witnessed her twin's death. y'know the brother who grew up healthy and fit unlike herself. the brother who had a little too much of everything: toes, fingers. now he's down a whole head! I also believe Alicent was already planning their marriage when they were still kids lol. bedside reading time with granny Ali and she pulls out the tales of Jaehaerys and Alyssane again 🙄🙄 we get it grandma! tbh not so sure about the detailed timeline, but I thought it interesting that Jaehaera died shortly after ser Willis Fell (her larys-assigned KG) died from fever. like that was her guy! whom she had all for herself and now he's gone away commanding the KG, and now he's gone away for good. I'm probably one of the few who loves all 3 of Aegon III's little girl wives (tho Daenaera ranks lowest). I really felt for Myrielle and thought the whole doll-bit so needlessly cruel from Aegon III? his random af decision to marry Daenaera? he said fuck it we ball.

Anonymous asked: This fandom is so disgustingly ableist and no surprise here when many team green members have disabilities. And the show's treatment of disabilities is questionable to say the least. I have questions for GRRM too........

I received these additional asks about Jaehaera and was meaning to answer them, but I got distracted.

I want to clarify the fact that IMO the problem isn't if Jaehaera had a disability or was autistic/neurodivergent, the problem is that the author chose to incapacitate her so much that she is/would be incapable of taking care of herself. She is described as having some kind of mental setback ("she is eight going on four"), weeps inconsolably when she is corrected, wets her bed every night, doesn't laugh, has to be drugged to sit still at her own wedding. I cannot imagine how she could consent to a marriage or to marital relations in the future, with the whole trouble of child-birthing and rearing.

And what is the point of all this, I have to ask? Because this is very much not Jaehaera's story. It's not about how Westeros is so ill-equipped to handle mentally impaired individuals. In fact, the narrative doesn't know how to get rid of her quicker. After fighting a bloody civil war over Andal Law, the greens conveniently decide to disregard all that and don't push for her claim (that's how disabled she is). Everyone who could conceivably be on her side is quickly killed - her father, her grandmother, Ser Willis Fell. The new 15-year-old Lord Lyonel Hightower suddenly can't raise another army for the greens because he is too busy fucking Lady Sam. (?!) Jaehaera dies a horrible, graphic death, lingering in tremendous pain for half an hour. Couldn't she have received at least the mercy of a quick death?

This is why I see her being incapacitated for narrative purpose. All of this happens in favour of Daemon's freaking children - it's like they all had to band together to help erase Jaehaera from the annals (three of them at least). There is no reason for all of them to survive, considering how FB has no issue with inventing random events just to get rid of characters. Yet they do. Of course Aegon III becomes king at Jaehaera's expense, of course his brother Viserys II also gets to become king at some point, because why not? Daemon should get to have two kingly sons, not one, as a treat. Baela and Rhaena get this stupid gotcha moment at the Maiden's Day Ball when they bring their six-year-old cousin Daenaera to replace Jaehaera as Queen, as if that's some sort of triumph and not inappropriate AF.

This is why I dislike the introduction of characters like Daenaera and Myrielle - because they're been intentionally placed there to replace a traumatized and damaged little girl with a trauma-free, suitable, lovable consort. Don't get me wrong, these two girls don't get a chance at their own story either, they exist only to replace Jaehaera and to please Aegon III.

I also deeply dislike and do not understand why there are so many "simple-minded" Targaryen princesses - Daella and Gael have particularly awful stories. Vaella's story is just a repeat of Jaehaera's, but with less awfulness and violence. What's the point? Get some interviewer grill these questions into GRRM ASAP.

So, I do hope that they change this in the show somehow to make it less awful. I would not want Jaehaera reduced to an invalid, her claim passed over, and I would not want her to die. Of course, if she lives, then I would have to contend with her being the mother of Aegon III's senseless children, so, honestly, I don't know which is worse.

#ask #anon #jaehaera targaryen #the daeron i - aegon iv pipeline is such a shitshow that i am loath for jaehaera to be responsible for that

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 11 months

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The Car [a Jay & Frankie fic]

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Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Fighting, real talk, period mention, make up sex, nipple play, nipple orgasm, piv sex, cum on tits, cum eating, typical jay and frankie banter, pet names daddy and mommy.

Words: 3,282

Summary: Jay and Frankie have an argument about the car, and discover something new and exciting during the make up sex.

Alma is happily drooling in the baby carrier while Jay looks for the car keys. It’s not a common occurrence in the Ray-Morales household to have lost one’s keys – both she and Frankie are tidy people – but it’s not her own keys she’s looking for.

"You're coming by Tom's later?" Frankie appears in the entry, leaning over Alma's carrier to cuddle the baby. Jay hums non-committally as she stands with her hands on her hips, trying to figure out where Frankie would keep the keys to his truck, if not in the bowl on the side table by the door.

"Come by anytime," Frankie tells her, smiling at his daughter. "No reason to give granny any more time than absolutely necessary, right, Almalita? A quick lunch with granny, then return to base before the old bat does any damage."

"That's not fair," Jay remarks acidly. Her mother has really turned a new leaf, is treating Jay with respect, and is a wonderful grandmother to Alma. Frankie, however, doesn't forget a wrong done to his loved ones.

"Just saying," he shrugs, holding Alma's little feet and kicking them back and forth, much to the baby's delight.

"Yeah, well, it's getting really old, this ragging on my mom. She's helping out, respecting our boundaries, and hasn't said a single word of disencouragement since we reconnected," Jay reprimands him. "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't teach our kid to hate her grandmother."

"Okay, sorry," Frankie apologizes sincerely. He may not like Dorothy, but he doesn't want to stand in his child's way of having a relationship with her grandmother. "I was out of line."

"Thank you." Jay opens the drawer of the side table again, more thoughtfully now than in an actual search for the keys.

"You lost something?"

"Alma's chew toy."

"She's holding it?"

Jay looks over at the baby. "Oh, right." She looks at Frankie, sees his questioning frown, then realizes that there's a small bulge in one of his back pockets that makes one flat ass cheek stand out. He's got the keys. New tactic. She walks up to Frankie, smiling.

"What would I do without you?" Hands on his waist, Jay leans in for a sweet kiss, one that Frankie happily accepts.

"You'd be fine, and you know it," he grins, before stealing another kiss. Jay lets her hands slide down to his ass, copping a playful feel with one hand as the other sneaks into the back pocket. Just as she's about to grab the keys, Frankie takes a step back.

"Gotcha!"

"What?" Jay's not good at playing innocent, but she does try.

"You were trying to get my keys! You want to borrow my car!" Frankie accuses her, amused. "You know, you can just ask me."

"Fine," Jay rolls her eyes. "Can I borrow your truck?"

"What's wrong with the Rogue?"

"You know what's wrong with it!"

"The only thing that's wrong with that car is your attitude towards it," Frankie sighs, seeing very clearly where this is going. "I need my truck today, I'm picking up boards for Tom's patio."

"I don't understand why he doesn't do that himself," Jay mutters as she starts to gather up her things to leave. Her tits feel tight; she’s due for her period, and it’s making her feel shitty.

"Because his truck is a piece of shit, and it's in the shop."

"The Rogue is a piece of shit and I won't drive it."

"Jay, for fuck's sake." Frankie crosses one arm over his chest and rubs his forehead with the other hand. "We agreed that we needed a new car because the Bronco had no backseat, and it wasn't safe for a baby. We made the decision together - "

" - you made it, I had no choice - " Jay interjects sourly, glaring at him.

"We made the decision together, and you had every opportunity to suggest a car that wasn't a Nissan Rogue, but every car you named cost at least thirty grand, and you know we can't afford that!"

"We could've just kept my car!"

"Jesus fucking Christ, Jayne, I'm not having this fight with you again," Frankie sighs, throwing up his hands. It's not the first time Jay's being bitchy about having to give up her beloved Bronco, and the car was sold months ago. The Nissan Rogue may not be sexy or particularly adjusted to off-road driving, but there is absolutely no need for a car like that. What they needed was a good family car, and the Rogue, albeit unsexy, was exactly that. To say that Jay's having a hard time adjusting to the change is an understatement: she borrows Frankie's pickup as much as she can, and he doesn't mind, but today he needs the truck himself.

"That's easy for you to say, you get to drive a real car, not some plastic pussy abomination!" Jay raises her voice and Alma, who up until now has been happy in her carrier, wrinkles her little face into a worried grimace. Frankie's with her in a heartbeat, smiling down at her and stroking one finger over her cheek.

"It's okay, Almalita, you're okay."

"I have to get going," Jay tells him curtly, taking her jacket and putting on her shoes. Wordlessly, Frankie hands the carrier over to her, and Jay leaves, slamming the door poignantly.

It's past Alma's bedtime when Frankie comes back from Tom's, tired but satisfied after a day of working with his hands. He finds Jay on the couch watching TV, but she does turn it off when he comes in and sits down next to her.

"Hi," he says quietly. Jay meets his gaze head first. God, he loves her fearlessness.

"Hi yourself."

"Did you have a good day?"

"Yeah. You?"

"It was okay. We got a lot done."

"Good."

"You didn't come by, and you didn't reply to my text."

Now Jay's gaze falters, and she raises her chin a little. "I read it."

"So my phone told me."

"I didn't want to come and sit there with Molly and the kids like some sort of wife," she finally snaps, but without any real vehemance. In fact, she sounds more despairing than anything else. Frankie sighs deeply.

"Jay..."

"I know, I know," Jay interrupts him. "I'm being stupid and hormonal and need to calm my tits, right?"

"That's not what I was going to say, and you know that."

Now she's glancing at him again. "I know."

"What's up, amor? Talk to me."

Those three magic words that they once agreed should be the foundation of their relationship. Jay can't ignore them, but she's struggling to put her annoyance into words.

"I do think it's hormones," she finally presses, loath to admit it. "I'm due for my period, and I'm... hormonal."

It's almost funny how she says the word like she's admitting to something a lot more embarrassing, but Frankie finds it hard to laugh. He knows how much Jay hates being stereotyped because of her sex, how hard she fights it.

"Okay," he acknowledges, "are you in any pain? Is there something we can do to fix it?"

"Tits are still sore," she throws him a small grin, and he grins back. While enjoying a quickie in the morning, Frankie had been strictly forbidden to touch them.

"It's going to be over soon."

"But it's not just that. I can deal with this."

Frankie waits for her to continue. Jay sighs deeply and leans back on the couch, pulling her legs up and sliding a hand over Frankie's back. Her need to be physical is endearing. Even when she's mad or sad or whatever, she wants to stay connected to him.

"I was afraid that having a baby would change things," she finally says, slowly as if she's looking for every word. "Change how people see me. How they treat me."

Frankie knows this. He had a front row seat during the entire pregnancy, saw how people reacted differently to her in public when she started to show. Before, he could walk around town with her like the couple of nobodies that they are. As soon as Jay was visibly pregnant, people started to notice her, smile at her, make way for her, ask her in the supermarket checkout line when she was due. She fucking hated it, and Frankie was witness to her snapping at people more than once. He himself felt neglected in the baby supply stores, where the salesperson always seemed to think that the mother was the only one who read up on car seats and birthing processes. It became very clear which parent society seemed to think was the more important one.

"I know, but we've talked about this," he tells her gently. "People are assholes, and we'll just do our thing."

"It's not just strangers anymore, Frankie," Jay points out quietly. "It's our friends, too."

"Who? And when?" Now he's staring at her, perplexed at her revelation. He hasn't noticed anything unusual but then again, he's aware of being blind to some things.

"It's not anyone in particular or anything specific," she shrugs. "But something's definitely happened. Mom talks to me differently now that I'm in the club of child-bearing women."

"Yeah, but your mom's - "

"Yes, thank you," she interrupts him sharply, and Frankie’s wise enough to shut up.

"The guys are different, too. I can't put my finger on it, but they are. It's like they expect me to whip out my tits at any given moment, and start spraying milk around."

"That image is disturbing," Frankie chuckles, shaking his head. "Jay... I can't say I've noticed anything. But if you say that things have changed, I believe you. Am I doing something wrong?"

She looks at him, puzzled, like she never even thought about it.

"I don't think so?"

"I need you to tell me if I am."

"I would." Now she smiles wryly. "You know I would."

"You wouldn't tell me, you'd yell it into my face," Frankie agrees with a snigger. Jay slaps his hand lightly before caressing it.

"I don't know what's up with me," she sighs. "I just... miss that fucking Bronco."

"Maybe the Bronco represents childfree life, the kind of life we had before Alma," Frankie suggests, not really knowing what he's after. "Maybe you're coming to realize that life has changed completely now that we have a kid."

"It sounds like you think I regret having kids," Jay accuses him, but he can hear that she's contemplating his words. He shakes his head immediately.

"I don't think for one second that you regret us having a child! But life is different now."

"Yeah," she nods, "I'm driving a goddamn Nissan Rogue instead of a proper car."

"If that's what your head is telling you to focus on, maybe it's an outlet," Frankie shrugs, "But I'm getting a little tired of hearing about that Bronco."

"How dare you..." Jay starts, but with a smile tugging at her lips. The rest of her warning disappears into the kiss Frankie gives her. He grins smugly at her before cupping her cheek and dragging his large thumb over her lips.

"You know that you can use my truck whenever you want to, Jay, but I really needed it today."

"I know," she mutters. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too. And I get it. So much has happened in the last two years. Now we're about to move and all, you still have school... It's a lot. But can we please stop talking about that fucking car?"

"No promises," she quips, and Frankie gives her a soft shove.

"Come on."

"No. I'm gonna sulk about that car for the rest of my life."

"Mula."

"Pendejo."

Frankie leans in to nuzzle her neck. "You know what it does to me when you speak Spanish..."

"It's not supposed to."

Frankie only hums as he continues to scatter little kisses along Jay's skin. She relaxes a little, sighing softly and giving in to his gentle ministrations.

"Can we have angry makeup sex?" Frankie murmurs, his hand finding her thigh and following its curve to her ass cheek. "You're so hot when you're angry."

"You take that back," Jay growls, finding the back of his head and pulling at his hair.

"See, that's exactly what I mean..." Her tight hold of his hair makes him even more turned on, and now he covers her mouth with his, plunges his tongue into her, kisses her breathless. Jay allows it, enjoys it, but when he moves some of his weight on top of her, she pushes back.

"My tits are too sore.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“I’m not sure you can handle it,” Jay scoffs.

“Oh no…?”

He’s always up for the challenge. Carefully, he takes Jay’s t-shirt off, then pops her bra open and releases her tits.

“Hello, girls,” he tells them fondly, catching Jay’s eyeroll. “Careful, or your eyes’ll stay like that.”

“Aren’t they already from living with you?”

“You have such a mouth on you today,” he tuts as he settles comfortably on breast height. A feathery touch of his fingers on the outside of one breast makes Jay sigh.

“That’s nice…”

“Is it now?” Frankie looks up at her with a smile that somehow manages to be both tender and teasing at the same time. Jay smiles back, subdued by Frankie’s light touch and the natural way he adjusts to her needs to make her feel good. He starts to circle her nipple with one finger before very lightly pinching it. Pleasure zaps through Jay, drawing a first moan from her lips.

“Not too rough?” Frankie checks in, and Jay shakes her head.

“Just perfect.”

He does it again, and lowers his mouth to her other breast. His tongue starts to circle the nipple, occasionally passing over it, all the while his fingers keep softly teasing the other. Jay’s eyes fall shut as the pleasure rises unexpectedly. Her tits always were erogenous but with the added sensitivity of her forthcoming period, the sensations are on a completely new level.

“God, Frankie,” she moans when he scrapes his mustache over her rock hard nipple before taking it into his mouth to tenderly suckle it. The tight soreness of her tits right before her period started after Alma was weaned – thank you merciful God it didn’t while Jay was still breast-feeding – and now Frankie skillfully keeps her teetering on the line between pleasure and pain. It’s not the first time sex with Frankie does that, almost makes her hurt, but it’s definitely the first time her breasts are in focus of the titillation.

He takes his time, Jay has no idea how much of it, and doesn’t care to know. There is nothing to know except the way he’s making her tits feel, the way he’s teasing her, torturing her, making her wet, yearning, writhing.

The thought passes through her head but gains no hold as everything is liquid, flowing sensation. Frankie goes on with the same kind of purpose he shows when eating pussy, and Jay’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. God knows not all women have partners who like the saggy, post-nursing tits. Frankie not only likes hers: he’s even crazier about them than ever before.

The sensation rises slowly but steadily until it explodes without warning, so suddenly that it takes even Jay by surprise. Shouting out, her body trembling, she anchors herself to Frankie by digging her fingers into his shoulders. He goes on lapping, caressing, gently squeezing, until she comes down, gasping for breath, huge blue eyes trying to focus on his face. Only then does he stop, and come up for a soft kiss.

“Fuck, baby, that was so fucking hot,” he tells her, shifting on top of her to avoid her now throbbing boobs. Jay doesn’t let go of him, her eyes still glassy as she searches his face.

“You knew I could do that?” she whispers hoarsely, amazed and puzzled at the same time, her brain still slow after the unexpected orgasm. Frankie smiles bashfully.

“I figured when you started to move like you do when I eat your pussy.”

She has nothing to say to that, only draws a deep, trembling breath. Frankie kisses her forehead.

“What was it like?”

“Um…” Fumbling for words, Jay wets her lips. “Like… an orgasm? But like, for the entire body, or… maybe more centered along the spine?”

“Was it stronger?”

“In a way, but… Frankie, I don’t know.” She looks almost shy, something of a giggle escaping her. Jay is neither shy nor giggly. It’s fucking adorable. Frankie dips to kiss her again, his chest pressing up against hers. Jay whimpers immediately, and he backs off, sitting up astride her.

“Sore?”

“So fucking sensitive,” she acknowledges, hands following the curves of her tits carefully. “Jesus, Frankie…”

“You think you can do it again?”

“Christ, no! I’d fucking die!”

“Not tonight, amor, I don’t have another 45 minutes in me.”

“45 minutes?” She gapes at him. Frankie gestures with his left hand, bringing attention to his wrist watch.

“I happened to check the time right before I started, and I just checked again. 45 minutes.” He looks proud of himself, and Jay has to grin.

“Daddy does have the stamina…”

“Daddy has a raging boner that he needs to stick into mommy right now, or his balls will explode,” Frankie tells her unceremoniously, the image of Jay cupping her tits underneath him making him very aware of his own needs.

“If mommy doesn’t mind?” he adds chivalrously, making Jay laugh as she reaches for the waistband of his pants.

“Mommy has a nice warm place for daddy to put it in…”

He doesn’t need long, and most of his energy is directed at Jay’s tits, making sure they don’t jiggle so much that they cause her discomfort. She keeps them in check with her hands, head thrown back as he fucks her steadily, sitting up with her thighs draped over his, holding her by the hips as he chases his imminent release. As his balls start to tighten, he has to resist the urge to go faster, instead finding his tongue to speak.

“Jay, can I cum on your tits?”

Her head snaps up for a breathless Yes! and moments later, Frankie pulls out, grabs his dick and pumps it a few times, groaning as he paints her boobs with thick ropes of cum. He stares at the mess, at her soft flesh, the stiff nipples, the rosy hue of the skin, the white jelly of his seed. Embarrassment pokes its unwanted head up to remind him how cheap and pornographic this is, but he sits back on his heels and shakes away the feeling, basking instead in the glorious view before him. Goddammit, he loves her so much. She’s perfect in every way.

He leans down over her and very gently licks her tits clean, enjoying her small whimpers and the way her skin tastes when salted with his spend. He then comes up to kiss her, ravish her mouth with his one more time before he, too, needs to catch his breath. Jay’s eyes flutter open and she smiles at him; a warm, loving smile that makes him just melt inside.

“I’m still real mad about the car,” she whispers, and Frankie starts to laugh, just as the baby monitor crackles and Alma’s blubbering comes through.

“I’ll go,” Frankie offers, getting up from the couch and reaching for his pants on the floor. As he leaves the living-room, he glances back and sees Jay stretch delightfully, a satisfied smile on her face.

God, he’d do anything for her.

#frankie morales #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales x ofc #frankie x lady #lady jayne ray #triple frontier fanfic #my fic

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seriouslysam8 · 1 year

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A relationship I feel like isn’t talked about enough is McGonagall and Harry’s. I love how maternal she can be with him but tries so hard to repress her maternal feelings to minimize anyone of accusing her of playing favourites. I’m convinced if she had the chance to adopt Harry she definitely would have, but because Dumbledore was so insistent on Harry living with his blood relatives she must have thought there was reason behind it. With the way she bought him his first broom, stood up for him with Umbridge, gave him biscuits when he spoke the truth instead of punishing him, stood up to Carrow for him, trusted him blindly about the final battle, and cried out in horror when she saw his dead body makes me love her so much more. I noticed a lot of writers say she would take an early retirement when the Potter/Weasley clan came back to Hogwarts but I think it would be the opposite. As much of a menace they would be I think she would secretly (because she can’t show favouritism) be over the moon and retire after the next generation graduated because would want to see the little humans she knew from birth bloom into inspiring successful adults with their own personalities. I’ve always thought she would have played a grandma/great aunt role in the Potter children’s lives. What type of relationship or type of role will McGonagall play in Harry’s life in Brumous?

This is going to get me in trouble.

Look, I love McGonagall. She’s an amazing person and such a badass. I totally headcanon that she’s lowkey a lot of student’s favorite teacher. She’s strict and tough but the kids know she fucking cares. She’s that teacher who you think about years later and appreciate her so fucking much.

I know it’s popular in the fandom to have Sirius view her as a mother figure and Harry view her as a mix between an aunt/grandmother and then have next gen view her as full on granny. I think McGonagall’s relationship with Sirius and the Potters and Weasleys is talked about and represented a lot in fanfiction as having a more familiar and personal aspect to it.

That being said…

I just don’t share those headcanons. I don’t see McGonagall raising Harry if she had a chance. I don’t see her mothering Sirius. I don’t see her being a grandmother figure to Hinny’s kids. She’s a great teacher and definitely showed favoritism towards them. I think they all respected her and was at the top of their list for favorite professor. But I don’t see that family aspect between them all.

So her role in the AU is just being her badass self and protecting those kids as best as she can. She’ll continue to favor Harry and the Weasleys. And she does have a soft spot for Harry in particular because she’ll forever remember that sad little eleven year old boy who walked into her classroom as the exact opposite of his father personality wise and know that little cabbage was abused.

Please don’t come at me.

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lotusthewriter · 10 months

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I want a perfect body (I want a perfect soul)

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Rating: G

Relationships: Edward & Alphonse

Characters: Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric; MINOR - Winry Rockbell, Pinako Rockbell

Summary: “I’m sorry for saying this, Brother,” Al anticipates, “but in that moment? I wanted so badly to be the armor. So I wouldn’t get hurt. So those kids would think twice before making me miserable. I wanted to be the hero again, the hero that everyone respects.”

Al’s lips tremble.

“But no,” he sobs, “I’m just the same loser who cries over everything and who can’t stand up to some dumb kids.”

Word count: 1.667

AO3

A/N: Thanks to fan art I saw a long time ago, Al being bullied as a kid is canon to me.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - bullying, ableism, injury, and past death.

DO NOT SHIP THE ELRIC BROTHERS.

P/roship DNI.

A beautiful pie lies on the table, its sweet smell contrasting the coffee.

Winry and Granny are already eating, though they’re mostly drinking the coffee, leaving the pie for Ed and Al.

Speaking of which…

“Where’s Al?” Edward questions.

“Oh, he might be changing upstairs,” Winry replies, only to frown in realization. “Wait, how long has it been?” She even looks at the clock.

“Give him time, you two,” Granny scolds them. “He doesn’t need to be coddled all the time.”

True, indeed, this time Ed agrees with her.

But his big brother instincts are freaking out.

Maybe he’s wrong. Maybe Alphonse is fine. He doesn’t need to worry so much.

Still, he needs to at least make sure things are fine. Then he’ll leave his brother alone.

With that, Ed goes upstairs on his own while the Rockbells drink their coffee. He sees that the bathroom door is the only one closed, so he assumes that Al must be inside.

Ed doesn’t waste time to knock on the door softly, not wanting to annoy Al.

“Al? Are you there?”

He hears… a small gasp.

“Oh, Brother! Is the pie ready?” Al groans. “I’m sorry, I just- I need a little more time here.”

“It’s- It’s fine, Al.” With how tense his younger brother sounds, Ed bites his lip. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine , Ed. Just give me a minute.”

Yep. The impatience is not convincing.

“Al, if you need help with anything–”

“I don’t NEED help! Just go away!”

Ed crosses his arms instead of yelling back. “Now that’s one huge indicative that you need help, don’t you think?”

“It’s-!” Al sighs. “It’s nothing, Brother.”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing.”

There’s some thoughtful silence before yet another sigh, a more defeated one this time.

“Can I come in?” Ed suggests.

Al hesitates. “Just promise me you won’t freak out.”

That is not reassuring.

Still, “I promise.”

“Okay. Just…”

He hears some shuffling – and… pained noises, and Ed is fearing for the worst – before the door is unlocked. Al doesn’t greet him there, though, instead he leaves the door open for Ed to go inside.

Alright nothing seems to be wrong, if not for…

“ Oof ,” Ed lets out at the purple and red, scratched knee. That looks really painful.

“It stopped bleeding, at least,” Al says, holding a bag of ice. He puts on the wound rather rushedly, so the older Elric reaches out to him to do the task for him. With some quiet resistance, Al lets him do the ice for him.

“You could’ve told us you were hurt,” Ed gently reminds him.

Al rolls his eyes. “You guys already do everything for me, I want to be able to look after myself, too.”

“It’s okay to need help, Al.”

The younger Elric shakes his head. Ed is almost surprised to see his little brother being so stubborn now, when things back then were the opposite.

He feels an ache in his chest when he sees Al’s eyes tearing up, and his thin arms trembling as they try to hide it.

“What happened?” Ed asks.

“I just tripped.” Al can’t even look back.

“Al…” Ed might even sound like Mom right now.

The other groans in frustration. “Okay, fine. I was having my walk as usual, when I saw a couple kids riding on their bicycles. I thought it was nice because it reminded me of how badly we begged Mom to get us bicycles, too.” His voice only becomes wetter. “But on my way home, the kids went straight in my direction, and one of them pushed me really hard. At first I thought it was an accident, or just them being kids, you know, when I realized that they were laughing at me while I could barely walk. They didn’t help me stand up. They didn’t even say sorry. They just… thought I walked funny, I guess. I swear I could hear them laughing from afar, even when I was already home.”

Ed, to no one’s surprise, feels flame burning in his eyes just imagining someone so cruel doing this to his baby brother. He knows that’s exactly the thing he should strive to improve, to not meddle in Al’s life.

“I’m sorry for saying this, Brother,” Al anticipates, “but in that moment? I wanted so badly to be the armor. So I wouldn’t get hurt. So those kids would think twice before making me miserable. I wanted to be the hero again, the hero that everyone respects.”

Al’s lips tremble.

“But no,” he sobs, “I’m just the same loser who cries over everything and who can’t stand up to some dumb kids.”

Alphonse may be fourteen, nearing fifteen, but right now? He sounds exactly like the ten year old that Ed lost on that daunting night. Of course, regardless of age, Al has the right to be upset that someone has treated him like garbage.

Ed has unfortunately taken too long to notice the guilt that consumes Al. He remembers his little brother already hesitating to tell Ed that their peers picked on him whenever the Elrics were separated for any reason. Al always hesitated because he knew that Ed would probably use alchemy to threaten them. Mom was softer and more comforting, and she actually went to school to stop the bullying. It never actually got better, because after Mom died, the bullies were even crueler. However, Ed and Al were too busy worrying about bringing their mother back, and they pretty much abandoned school anyway.

Still, after their first transmutation, Al’s guilt only grew. To this day, he blames himself for existing at all. For, in his eyes, taking Ed’s limbs away from him.

Al always apologizes. He always pushes down his feelings and focuses on others instead. Edward knows his brother didn’t have much of a choice as an armor… but nowadays, now that Al can cry again, he’s so ashamed of his own tears. Al is holding them back because he doesn’t want Ed to see them, nor to blame himself for them.

Al looks so miserable that Ed wants to wrap him up in a blanket and protect him and never let him go again.

Yet of course, he has to deal with the wound first.

“Al,” Ed whispers, “it’s okay to cry.”

His baby brother shakes his head in denial again, only for more tears to spill out, even if he tries not to release them.

“It’s okay,” Ed repeats.

“N-No, it’s not.”

“You have the right to be sad. To be angry. You’re not a loser or a crybaby, you’re sensitive and there’s nothing wrong about being sensitive,” the older brother insists. “It’s part of you, Alphonse, and I love it as much as I love everything about you. Even those feelings you’re afraid of showing me.”

“Brother…”

“It’s not your fault.” Ed cups Al’s thin cheek, making the latter lower his hands. The former is feeling the bones in his fingers, tenderly caressing them. “None of this is your fault.”

Al, finally, gives in, melting in his brother’s left hand. He whimpers like a little boy, that he is indeed. Following that, Ed pulls Al for a much needed hug, making sure the latter’s legs are spread so the former doesn’t hurt his wounded knee. Ed lets Al cry everything he needs to let go, even if the older Elric’s knees are going to kill him. Everything is worth it to make Al feel better.

It’s so different, hugging Alphonse like this. His brother is not a giant, but he’s not small like a child. He’s a teenager with the weight of his past and the lack of humanity he was trapped in for too long. Al is a boy, neither too big or too small, and a boy that is in need of care, that has needed care for a long, long time. Only that nobody has actually given said care to him, hence why Al cries like it’s his first time crying since returning.

Ed might still feel some guilt over everything Al has gone through, but now he tries to accept it and focus on Al, on making him feel safe to come out.

They hug each other long enough for the bag of ice to melt.

“It’s fine,” Al dismisses it, likely knowing Ed would point it out. “It doesn’t hurt that much anymore.”

This time, he sounds more truthful. And he sounds like a mess.

Better that than repressed, or so Ed would say.

He is wiping his wet face for Al, smiling sadly.

“... Ed?” Al calls him.

“Yeah?”

“You didn’t think about going after those kids, right?”

Ed hums.

“As a matter of fact…”

Al knows the answer.

“Brother.”

“I just wanted to talk to them, jeez! And it’s not like I have alchemy, anyway.”

“ Brother .”

“ Al .”

“Don’t.”

“I was just kidding,” Ed smirks. Then it drops in concern. “Seriously, though, I think we could do something about what happened. But it’s your call, Al.”

Al contemplates.

“... is it okay if I just… want this?” He shyly asks, gesturing at their moment of intimacy with his eyes.

Ed’s smile grows bigger.

“Of course, Al.”

Then, he smothers Al with kisses, like annoying older brothers do.

“Hey!” Alphonse protests.

“Kissing Al’s face a day keeps the bullies away.”

“Ugh! Source?”

“Mom, obviously.”

“Yeah… can’t argue with that.”

When Ed stops, Al looks drained.

“Do you want to lie in bed?” He suggests. “I could bring some pie for you.”

Al sniffs. “I… I don’t want to be alone in my room.”

“I could stay with you, if you want.”

“I-Is that okay?”

“Of course.”

Ed gives him one last kiss, on the forehead, as he gently squeezes Al’s shoulders.

“I love you,” he tells him, like he always does.

“Yeah,” Al smiles. “I love you, too.”

That’s all he needs.

To be reminded he’s loved.

Especially in the hard times.

And Ed promises he’ll do so until the end.

#fullmetal alchemist #edward elric #alphonse elric #elric brothers #bullying tw #ableism tw #injury tw #death mention tw #vent fic #fanfiction

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we-staybhaalin · 2 months

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I said I'd say something so now I'm saying it lol

I noticed this even when I was younger than the form of young I am now, but the way rpg fandom acts about older characters and sexuality is genuinely baffling like how to explain:

I guess because fandoms tend to skew young and younger people are in them, there's an overwhelming amount of folks that are obsessed with romance paths that feature younger characters. Most of your big rpgs are going to feature characters that are younger to get at the larger demographic that will be playing said game.

But if the narrative introduces an older character as an option, suddenly there's a difference in that approach. Mostly it comes out in the form of people assigning "dad" or "mom" character role to them but also it comes out in the more annoying form of "here's like 70 fics in a row that feature this character being predatory and creepy towards a waifish, almost always white player character and here's the younger popular white romance option that drinks respect women juice and tells this old bitch off."

Most times it's poorly written fic so I can at least just roll my eyes and keep it moving. But! If I had a nickel for every time that's happened!

And I think a lot of it could be personal and I'm not gonna begrudge anyone their own experiences, but to me it can sometimes feel a little...ageist? I suppose is the right word?

Like when you get down to it, old people fuck. Older people fuck all the time. Your parents fuck, grannies and grandaddies in the old folks home fuck. Like this isn't and has never been a brand new concept but I guess some folks feel a way about older characters expressing sexual desires or being upfront about their sexuality.

It's whack. It's weird. It's gonna be a pretty massive reality check when you get to 50 and find yourself wanting to rail or get railed (unless that's not your thing!). But what's even more annoying is that we gotta hear about your very strange purview of how sexuality works and the way characters who are older express that sexual desire like I'm sorry but that's just saying a lot about you and not a whole lot of that is good!

Why do we gotta find old people expressing sexuality uncomfortable? Why are we so convinced that someone older shouldn't be interested in sex after a certain point in their lives? What is the root of why people older than 30 having sex and sexual desires makes you have such a visceral reaction?

Moreover, I wish y'all would at least be weird about old people fucking a lot quieter lol

Get out the tags or better yet, open up a discord group and keep it in there. I'm tryna fuck this old bitch in peace!

#keeping it contained cuz i'm not trying to hear any arguments lol #mostly was thinking about halsin on this #but like he's not the only one i've seen this happen to

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dollsandmasks · 1 year

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Hello, Youkai Watch fandom, today I bring you this.

I stumbled upon this alignment chart by accident, please tell me who made it if you have their info so I could credit them.

This alignment chart uses characters from Youkai Watch Shadowside and Forever Friends (mostly Shadowside, it's just this one guy from FF), and you can see I was scraping the barrel to fill some slots. It was very fun, though, and made me rewatch some episodes I haven't touched in a while, which is always a good thing. Also, I decided to only add one character per slot, the one who fits best in my opinion ( unless the characters are practically a single unit, such as the Onimaro Trio), but that ended up pushing some major figures to the side (like, for example, Keisuke and Akinori would both be Benefactors, and Fukurou and Douketsu would both be Soldiers, but I had to choose one for each category). I know that some characters don't really fit in these narrow slots, some are up for interpretation (how much do we really know about the Onimaro Leader or the corrupt royal advisers who framed Kuuten?), and some might be me misremembering the shit out of a show I'm in love with. If you have anything to add, please feel free to do so!

Here's the list, top left to bottom right, as well as some thoughts on their placement. Beware of spoilers, though, because it gets very spoilers!

Crusader - Tsukinami Touma. The post-movie Touma, obviously. He is a genuinely good guy who fights for what's right and is associated with sword imagery, what else can you say. Also, the reason he attacked the police station while under the influence of the Onimaro was because they made him believe the police weren't doing their job right and Touma was the only one who could fight crime efficiently, which means he must care about upholding the law, making him Lawful, alignment-wise.

Nurturer - Himeno Ayame. She is the kindest soul ever and doesn't want anyone to get hurt under any circumstances. She is the the only person on the show who is consistently nice to everyone, even the team's punching bag (Micchy, that is). And she is pretty social to boot.

Benefactor - Arihoshi Akinori. He is a free-roaming magical detective who will do illegal shit to solve a case, but will also do completely legal shit to solve a case, because he likes helping people and doing the right thing. Good for him.

Hero - Amano Natsume. I mean, who else would it be? She is literally the hero of this story, and she will try to deceive the villains by giving them chocolate bars instead of sacred swords, and I'm also not sure how legal jumping into that river from the movie was, she could have been fined for that if it didn't literally save a kid's life.

Vigilante - Jibanyan. All those Nyan Reno movies must have been one hell of an inspiration. He is a free spirit indeed, I mean, aren't all cats free spirits? And he is rough around the edges, but undoubtedly heroic and kind, and he will take on the supernatural law enforcements if they try to hurt someone who's dear to him.

Protector - Arihoshi Mitsue. She has high morals (some accidental dog-and-frogslaughter aside) and follows both the common Japanese laws and the laws dictated by the supernatural realm. She is not actively heroic (she tried her best during the movie, but at her age, she probably shouldn't have), but she is both a protector of tradition and a protector of the new generation of our spirit world doo-gooders. Respect the granny!

Counsellor - Whisper. Who else is there to give counselling to our leads if not the all-knowing butler himself? Whisper respects the laws of Youmakai, and appears to be working for Enma directly in the movie (I wonder if he still does during the show itself, that would explain where the detective agency gets the money to buy all these chocobars), but, as we can see from his past in the first anime, he is no stranger to barging into the royal palace and demanding laws be changed so he could keep hanging out with a friend. His relative closeness and complete lack of respect for Enma in some cases (the You-Tube prank and the Halloween boink come to mind) seems to indicate that he would be the most likely youkai to actually talk to Enma about changing the laws of the Youmakai if he disagrees with them, instead of following them begrudgingly (making him Lawful) or straight up breaking them (making him Chaotic).

Philosopher - Komasan. Why would a dog even care about laws? Also, he gives me general philosophical observer who would rather muse about the world around him than change it vibes. He is still a good doggo who will fight for his friends when they are in danger, and he follows his morals, but he will pay no respect to the silly human laws that forbid sentient creatures from urinating in the streets. Let him live, goddammit!

Rebel - Micchy. Acts without thinking? Check. Suffers the consequences? Check. Mantains a moral standing? Check. Would totally wear a leather jacket with a word "Rebel" etched onto the back? You betcha. I mean, many superhero comics and tokusatsu shows, which he is clearly a fan of, have rebellious protagonists who do the right thing and have high moral values without necessarily following the rules or staying in their lane, and many are at odds both with the criminals and with the law enforcements. Micchy himself has a delinquent background and would totally use underhanded tactics if necessary, but he is still a good guy and a self-professed hero. This guy is everything to me.

Trickster - Junior. Fudou Myouou Boy fits here too, to a lesser extent. Junior is still a little kid, so he views the world as a fun game to play, and being raised in a detective agency where exciting things tend to happen on a weekly basis is clearly affecting his development. He can be mischevious and cause minor trouble (including, but not limited to, eating someone's ark or cheating, like, twelve or so kids out of their Yu-Go-Oh! cards), and trickstery kinda comes with being a cat, but he is still a benevolent creature and will use his powers for good, even if using them for good means scaring a guy half to death (especially if it means scaring a guy half to death).

Judge - Lord Enma. Even with his throne usurped, he is still a just and honorable ruler who cares deeply about the safety of Youmakai and is willing to sacrifice himself to protect it. He is the law, or at least was the law before Lord Kaira took the throne for himself, but even then, saving Youmakai came first for Lord Enma, and getting his throne back came, like, third or so, he didn't even bother with it in the end. Nurarihyon could be in this spot as well, at least at the time of Shadowside, but the absolute shitshow that was his time as a consort in the second movie of the first anime makes me see him as more "Lawful Disaster" or "Lawful What the Fuck" than "Lawful Neutral". There was nothing neutral about him at the time, and even during Shadowside, his devotion to everything Enma kinda takes the neutrality out of him.

Soldier - Douketsu. Fukurou could be in this spot as well, but Douketsu had considerably more screen time than him, so I went with the teach. Fukurou can never win, can he? My poor owl child. Anyway, Douketsu is the devoted type. His moral compass is based entirely on what's best for the Oni clan, and, specifically, for Shutendoji. Shutendoji's wish is his command, and, even if he does not approve of his master's actions (see the Ayame/Jorogumo disaster for reference), he will always be there for him, will follow his every whim, and is more than willing to die for him (which he eventually does). Showing compassion to anyone but his fellow Oni clan members is out of the question, kidnapping little kids is the least he would do for his master. I wonder if his colleagues ever noticed anything strange about him during his short gig as a school teacher.

Undecided - Komajiro. Frog. That's it, that's the reasoning. He frog. Baby froggo. Dat boi. Why would he have morals, why would he follow the law? He loves his brother and is a friendly little creature, but he is more than capable of revenge, both petty and not-so-petty, and you will get your eye gouged out if he doesn't like you. This is what happens when you give a frog magical powers. Frogs cannot discern between good and evil, they don't need to, they are above that. Praised be the frogs. O shit waddup.

Rogue - Mitsumata Mizuchi. The Mitsumata Brother who did not grow out of his delinquent phase, but might begin to change his ways soon - not because he wants to be good or doesn't want to be evil, he just wants his brother to respect him. Laws, morals and alignments don't mean much to him, but his pride as a Mitsumata does, and so does his family (even if his reunion with an estranged brother did end up with a girl crying and a factory getting blown up). I don't think this guy respected a single law in his entire life, if he did not break a law, it means he just wasn't feeling like it on that particular day. His plan to get his brother's attention was to kidnap a girl, tie her to a chair and write a ransom note. I'm starting to think that watching too many movies and then poorly imitating them is a Mitsumata family trait.

Free Spirit - Ogu, Mogu and Togu. I'm including all three because they are an inseparable unit and play the same role in the story. While technically part of the malicious virus hive mind, they are not particularly motivated to do good or to do evil, they just float around doing what they are told, get attached to a guy and then help the guy in any way they can because they like him, whether it is by fighting the good guys, fighting the bad guys, performing a self-sacrifice or coming back after the self-sacrifice to float around once again. They even develop enough personality to get separated from the hive mind, all while not being technically good or bad. They literally become free spirits, after spending their entire lives as non-free spirits. Godspeed.

Overlord - the owner of NGEI, the power plant from the Robonyan 00 episode. His secretary also included because I couldn't be bothered to take a screenshot where he would be alone. A corrupt businessman who wants money and power, unsafe work practices be damned. You've seen these guys in the real world, now you get to see one on the screen. Not the strongest bad guy around, one combined effort from Whisper and Junior is enough to scare him into submission, and he gets his just desserts by the end of the episode. I know that the description says "bending" the law, and the guy clearly broke some laws in managing his power plant to get arrested at the end of the episode, but he fits otherwise, and bending the laws without technically breaking them can still get you in legal trouble if your power plant catches on fire and a group of kids nearly die. Shit, or was it a factory, not a power plant? I'd fact check if my browser didn't have a lethal amount of tabs open already.

Socialite - Lord Kaira. He wanted to lead all right, and lead he did. I don't think he was even that bad at it, like, everything bad that happened during Shadowside mostly took place in the human world, and the whole Soranaki kerfuffle wasn't even his fault. Nurarihyon is responsible for more ridiculous lawmaking than Kaira ever was, as far as we know. Lord Kaira's problem wasn't how he ruled, it was how he came to power (starting a coup and throwing a guy into a prison because he was more popular back in youkai school), and how he cared about power more than he did about effectively protecting his people (either that, or he genuinely believed he would just assimilate Fudou Myouou's power and slice Oni King Rasen in half effortlessly like a potato or something). On a sidenote, do we ever learn what kind of a human-youkai hybrid he is? Was he born from a youkai parent and a human parent, was he a human who somehow turned half-youkai, is he some weird magical amalgamation which resulted from some youkai scientists playing God? Either way, it clearly gave the guy some self-esteem issues that need to be adressed.

Schemer - the Onimaro Leader. You know, the guy from the movie who manipulated a lonely kid into doing lots and lots of crime, just so he could merge with Rasen, effectively stopping to exist in the process. We don't learn much about him, but he is hellishly good at manipulation (all of his scenes with Touma made me gawk at how good he was at reading that kid) and seems to be fairly smart and logical for someone whose goal is incomprehensible to humans. Like, why would you even want that? My theory is that all Onimaro are aspects of Rasen, one way or another, and the Leader represents his smart, logical and cunning side, you know, the traits that are kind of needed to be a competent king. This would mean that Ogu, Mogu and Togu represent friendliness, empathy and having an open mind, and these are the only three Onimaro he did not absorb. Says a lot about the guy, doesn't it?

Nomad - Shien. Yup, we are entering the Forever Friends zone, because it still counts as Shadowside, kinda, sort of, same game! He is a prince who hates his dad and wants to prove himself while also being a dick about it, and a lot of political and family drama follows, resulting in many senseless and tragic deaths among the common folk. You know, just like with real life monarchies. Also, Shutendoji was there, and it made things worse (of course it made things worse), and then Soranaki attacked, and Amaterasu of all youkai was there for some reason (it lasted for three seconds and he had, like, three lines of dialogue), and we ended up getting a baby Enma as a result. This movie was something else, I'm telling you. Anyway, Shien had zero respect for anything and anyone, ever, and his second life as Lord Enma is a big improvement (his second-second life as Hikage Mao is an improvement as well, he manages to be a background character for 214 episodes of the first anime without making it known that he can see youkai, despite everything that was happening around him in the classroom. A true legend).

Psychopath - Jorogumo. Hello, my favourite spider lady! We've all heard about women's rights, now get ready for women's wrongs. She does not. Give. A fuck. Morals can fuck right off, she will suck a guy's soul from his dead skull, and she will commit identity theft while commiting a different identity theft (theftception) to manipulate a simp into doing dirty work for her, and she will ridicule him every step of the way, and she will endanger all lives, any lives, as long as she gets to do what she loves (murder and consumption of human flesh). There has never been a better depiction of "gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss" as a character, and that phrase originated long after Shadowside came out. I love how she got to hang out in the opening credits long after the gang had defeated her. That's how much of an impact she had on everything, all while not being even remotely connected to the Soranaki drama (if she was present during Shuka and Kuuten's time, though, she would totally meddle with them to make sure the drama gets even juicier and everyone suffers even more, all while pretending to be Shuka's bff, friendship bracelets and all. I want a fanfic of this, not gonna lie).

Dominator - the corrupt advisors who framed Kuuten. This is the only slot that I have genuinely pulled out of the depths of my ass. How much do we even know about these guys? Why did they frame Kuuten? Were they worried that he was getting too much influence in the Youmakai court due to being Shuka's lover? Were they planning to set Shuka up with a different suitor to further their political agenda? Did Kuuten do something to anger them, maybe he vetoed a law he shouldn't have or crossed paths with the wrong politician? Was there genuinely a plot to kill Shuka's father, and the advisors decided to frame Kuuten to cover up the true culprit's ass? Were the advisors themselves behind the assassination plot? Or... Maybe the advisors genuinely believed that Kuuten was scheming behind their backs, but they had no evidence so they faked it in fear that Kuuten will go through with the assassination while they are too busy trying to catch him red-handed, and it was their distrust of him, not genuine malice, that got him killed. Either way, I needed someone for the Dominator slot, so let's go with the assumption that they framed Kuuten because they were evil, and were most definitely methodical and intentional while doing so. Honestly, I'm not even sure if it's them in the picture I used, or just some youkai they hired to get rid of the pesky Kuuten supporters. That's how vague the Kuuten situation is. Real world history tends to do that too, actually.

Sociopath - Shutendoji. Let me make this clear, the alignment chart uses the term as a description of a character archetype, I'm not trying to actually diagnose Shutendoji with sociopathy or anything. He clearly needs therapy (don't we all?), but I'm not sure if that would be the right diagnosis for him, same as I'm not sure if an actual medical professional would diagnose Jorogumo with psychopathy (they would probably get eaten by her before they could finish the assessment). Anyway, this guy had an agenda (to put Shuka back in charge of Youmakai, whatever it takes), and he sacrificed everything for this agenda. We don't know if it was his personal decision or if he was raised like that by the Oni clan and just trying to finish what his ancestors had started; we don't know if he genuinely believed that life would be better for everyone under the Oni clan's rule, or if he just wanted to have political power and saw Shuka as the only way to get it. His devotion to Shuka is almost fanatical in nature, his one-track mind makes him miss obvious signs that Something is Wrong, and everything about him screams "a kid who got brought up in a literal cult and does fucked up things because he doesn't know any better", but does that absolve him of responsibility for, well, everything that happened? Not really. Also, by the time we last see him in Shadowside, his two closest friends and allies are dead, his plan has failed, he has nowhere to go and he plans on drowning his sorrows in alcohol so he wouldn't have to face the existential dread of having failed the task that he's been preparing for his entire life. The tragedy of Shuka gave birth to the tragedy of Shutendoji, and time will tell if it, too, will result in a Soranaki-level threat that some kid with a magical watch will have to fix in a hudred years or so. Jiba Jinpei's descendants better get ready.

Malefactor - Oni King Rasen. The first trial our heroes had to face on their journey to Time Timely. The monarch who actually does something, that something being smashing stuff, throwing girls into rivers, shooting blood spikes at people and generally being an evil piece of shit. He is so mindlessly evil, it's kinda hard to hate him, unless you consider him and the Onimaro Leader to be parts of the same personality, then yes, he is very hateable. Also, his defeat made for a very entertaining kamishibai play by an obscure, but highly talented artist Mike Shadowside. Look, I'm referencing my own old posts now. It's time for me to go to bed, and, thankfully, we are almost done.

Anarchist - Shiroda, the thug from the first episode. At first I misremembered his name as Sorada and wanted to have an entire bit about how him being the first enemy of the series proper was a subtle foreshadowing for Soranaki, but alas, my bad memory is to blame. Anyway, he is a criminal who does criminal things criminally and beats eleven year olds with a chain. A disgrace to all anarchists everywhere, good thing the ghost of a little boy who looks inexplicably like Kujo Jotaro got him beat up.

Destroyer - Soranaki. The grief of a wrongly accused and executed innocent which took shape and went apeshit on everything, but especially his ex-girlfriend. Destruction of beauty and life, indeed. He wants to take away lives the same way his own life was taken away once. Tokio Ubaune from the first movie of the first anime had something similar going on, but her scope was not nearly that big, and her ex actually had nothing to do with it, yet he becomes the reason she changes her ways in the games, which is kind of another parallel to Soranaki. I guess the Amano family is just doomed to keep dealing with bitter spirits who are murderously angry about getting wrongly accused of crimes they did not commit and dying in prison as a result (an understandable reaction, not gonna lie), and the best solution just happens to bring their long dead ex to them so they could make up.

Oh God, I'm going to have so much fun tagging all of this, aren't I?

Anyway, have a nice Youkai Watchi-chi day, I hope the time is timing timely for you.

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vole-mon-amour · 2 years

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7x04.

Aaron: stays up late at work after giving everything he's got during the day.

Also Aaron: comes back home & reads to his kid. Every. Single. Night.

Jack is right, maybe his dad isn't a superhero, but I'd say he is super damn close to being one.

So you're keeping Aaron for yourself? For when you're all alone, just the two of you together? For when it's mostly intimate and full of trust? Got it.

Glances, glances, glances.

Lmaoooo. This little shit smiling so smugly about that. Good for you, Spencer, good for you. Also, him spending some alone time with Derek. <3

It's like some unspoken rule: when riding together, they always sit together. And the others let them. Big Bosses aka Husbands.

First of all, noted. Second of all, "Dave, I need you." & David is already on his way. Their relationship. It's not me who chose this ship. It the ship that chose me.

Listen, I've seen this scene way too much in gifs before seeing it in the show to be surprised, but DAVID'S SMILE AS HE REALIZES, LMAOOOO. I said this once before & I'll say this again: Spencer and Derek's relationship is very similar to what Aaron and Dave have. Maybe just a bit more young and mischievous bc of, you know, obvious age gap. Morgan and Reid have more energy to keep pranking each other while Dave and Aaron are just... more or less settled dads that found each other and look in the same direction together. There's more calmness in their relationship, more stability. More quiet understanding, too, I'd say. They know what to say to each other (and when the shared silence is enough) and how to support each other (I'm thinking about that time when Reid was off & Derek caught him in the bathroom and made him say what's really going on (his possible diagnosis, his headaches, insomnia), but in my opinion, he didn't really know what to say. He made Spencer smile & reassured him a bit, but I don't think it was enough. It's different with Dave & Aaron, I think. Dave never pushes unless he feels like he needs to. Again, it's the quiet, silent understanding. It's what people have after spending years and years together, almost mirroring each other.)

On another note, Derek remembers Spencer's phone number by memory. How many people's numbers can you name off the bat? For me it was my parents before the died, now it's my Granny's number. People that I interact with every day and on more than on occasion. Derek telling Spencer's number off the bat, no stuttering of any kind, no thinking, says a lot about how close those two are.

Helloooo? With me being childfree (borderline childhate, even) & with Dave being canonically childfree, he is still a NATURAL. The kid's mom is right, Dave is really good with him. No wonder Dave coached Jack's team with Aaron. No wonder he is good with Jack.

I deeply admire David Rossi, and anyone who's mean to him in the fandom is simply wrong. He is chill, righteous, confident, good with people & good at his job. I just... yeah, that man deserves some love and respect. (Aaaand I'm probably in love with him but oh well.)

#cm #natiswatching #hossi #david rossi #aaron hotchner #moreid #derek morgan #spencer reid #not me fancying a man in his sixties but oh well #everything happens for the first time sooner or later #jennifer jareau

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WIP Wednesday!!! Birthday fics!!!

My oldest and dearest fandom friends are celebrating their birthdays in the next week and a half and I am counting down the days!!!

@hollyethecurious and @winterbaby89 are both January babies and this year they are both getting a birthday fic from me!!! Shoutout to @motherkatereloyshipper for her manips of CS, and Snowing shown below in the artwork.

@winterbaby89 is first, with her fic A Very Disney Proposal dropping one week from today!!

Twenty minutes later, Granny and Ruby were escorting him and David from the costuming area behind the scenes to the Princess Fairytale Hall in Fantasyland, where Emma and Mary Margaret were about an hour away from the end of their time greeting guests as Cinderella and Snow White. The ladies were on either side of the hall, so once the group got to the branch where they’d have to split to surprise their respective girlfriends, Granny took Killian left and Ruby took David right.

Granny cracked open the door to the hall and character greeting area to watch for the current guests to leave. The plan was to surprise ‘Cinderella’ before the next guests arrived.

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Emma Swan waved goodbye to the family from Texas and turned towards the other side of the hall. She saw Mary Margaret bidding farewell to her guests, who were now heading her way. Suddenly the door to backstage opened and Cinderella’s Prince Charming stepped through. It took her a moment, but her eyes widened when she recognized her boyfriend, Killian. Her jaw dropped, but she quickly snapped it shut and schooled her features as he approached her, his gloved hand held out to her.

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Then, @hollyethecurious fic, A Mistress to No One, will be dropping a week from Sunday, on the 22nd. Her fic is inspired by An Offer From a Gentleman, Benedict’s story in the Bridgerton series by Julia Quinn. No artwork for this fic yet because I’m still furiously writing, but I will share pics of our favorite couple in their ball attire. Manips by @motherkatereloyshipper. Thank you so much, babe!!!

He began to approach her when he heard a wave of whispers behind him. The hair at the nape of his neck stood on end and a sense of anticipation gripped him. He knew he shouldn’t allow anything to distract him from his pledge, but his curiosity overwhelmed him and he turned toward the entrance of the ballroom.

It was as if time stood still. At the entrance of the room stood what he could only describe as a true princess come to life. She was dressed in a beautiful, shining blue gown whose skirt sparkled like diamonds. The bodice and sheer short sleeves were trimmed with silver detailing that flashed when it caught the light. Her mask was silver and had an exquisite swan detail around the right eye. Tendrils of blonde hair framed the other side of her face. But it was her gaze that captured his attention most. This was a woman filled with unadulterated joy. She looked around the room as if she’d never seen a more glorious sight than all the silly members of the ton dressed in their ridiculous costumes.

Her beauty was truly breathtaking, the way she held herself, the poise, the grace of her movements. She was radiant and he had to be close to her. Mary Margaret was completely forgotten as he strode purposefully across the room. Three other gentlemen had beaten him to the lady and stood around her showering her with praise and compliments.

She didn’t react as he would expect a lady of the ton to react. She didn’t lower her eyes demurely, she didn’t giggle, she didn’t act coy or as if their adulations were her due. She simply smiled at them. Or beamed rather. He held his hand out to her.

“Pardon me, gentlemen. But the lady has already promised this dance to me.” He gazed into her green eyes, which widened slightly at his bold pronouncement. He wondered if she would expose his lie for what it was.

She smiled and placed her hand in his. He drew her closer and then led her out to the dance floor.

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Thank you for reading and sharing!!! Happy birthday in 7 and 10 days, @winterbaby89 and @hollyethecurious!!!

I am resetting my tag list for ‘23! If you’d like to be on it, please let me know either by DM, responding to this post, or contact me on discord. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll remove you, no worries!!

#wip wednesday #birthday fics #krystal writes #a very Disney proposal #winterbaby89 #a mistress to no one #hollyethecurious #coming soon #sneak peek

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