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dawnthefox24 · 2 days
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I love the fact that Venture and Mauga have this funny sibling dynamic. I can already hear Venture just running off to tattle tale on him even though there's no one to tattle tale too
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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years
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being an older sibling is like. you've never known a life without me. mom yelled at me and it taught her she never wanted to yell at you. I painted my room purple and grey and then you did too. we live in the same house but I haven't spoken to you in months. I don't know your favorite color. I saw it was going to rain so I picked you up from school on my way home so your books wouldn't get wet. i was so worried when you woke up sick when you were three. you don't remember being sick. mom and dad made their worst mistakes with me and I'm glad they didn't make them with you. I'm doing everything for the first time so you won't be in the dark. I don't know any of your friend's names anymore. I used to know them all. if something happens to mom and dad you won't have to worry because everything will fall to me. you don't like to be home alone but even if you don't see me just knowing I'm there makes you feel better. at least that's what mom told me. you still give me jars to open for you because you can't quite get them. I only see you during dinner. i'd never even think about missing one of your concerts. I stand at the counter when I eat and now you do, too. when offered a selection of books you picked the same one I did when i was your age. I'm terrified you compare yourself to me. I love you. I don't know if you like me. I want you to. mom says dinner's ready
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oedipushansen · 1 year
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on loving your sibling, even when you hate them.
@ch-ch-ch-ch-cherrybomb / erica e. goode / ginger snaps / phillipa gregory / emma cameron / succession / belle and sebastian / krystal sutherland / euphoria / kieran culkin / sue zhao / lisa see
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apollosothertwin · 21 days
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I think that when Lester comes to camp for the second time and Dionysus sees him he is panicking inside because this is Apollo, his big brother who has always been there for him. To see him so stripped of his power and mortal is scary. Dionysus knows Zeus goes hard in Apollo, but I don’t think he realizes the full extent of the abuse until the trials. He also knows what it it like to be mortal, because he was a demigod before ascending, but Apollo’s form is even weaker than Dionysus had ever been because he is not even half god. Dionysus also knows a lot about loss, as seen by his way of dealing with it by trying not to become attached to demigods with their short life expectancies, and he is afraid that he will lose Apollo, who has literally been around since before he was born.
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raevulsix · 5 months
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“The Office” Meme Inspired cause I know she would unknowingly sneak up on them. (;
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argentiluver · 11 months
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“Smile!" || Blade x G/N Child! Reader (PLATONIC) - Honkai: Star Rail
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A/N: This is my first post, so if it's bad in any way; please tell me and feel free to give me some helpful tips! The reader is 11 in this as well which explains the childish behavior. I was at first going to make them 12-14 tbh, but I wanted them to seem more child-like.
"Uh…How about this one!”
You were desperately trying to get Blade to laugh at your jokes, which were genuinely terrible, just to see him smile, but it was to no avail as Blade only sat there with his face as flat as a board.
“Knock, Knock!” You began with a grin, leaning closer as you rocked your legs back and forth in your seat.
“Oh God, and I thought we were done with these ones…” Blade sighed before turning back to you tiredly, “Who’s there?”
“Interrupting ghost!”
“Interrupting ghost w—”
“BOO!” You suddenly cut him off with a playful grin, jumping on him, causing Blade to let out a startled grunt and swiftly catch you by your waist as you fell in his lap.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Blade's face was as still as a rock. It's like he was being held at a gunpoint to not smile at the joke you just told him, or even the other terrible ones.
"Are you done yet?" Blade asked in annoyance, his eyes percing into yours as he held the child's smaller figure in his grasp, your hands thrown over his neck.
But deep inside the swordsman, he loved all the child's foolish jokes, and he even saw them as his own little sibling. He'd just never admit it.
The 11 year old only groaned, frustrated with how he'd never laugh or even crack one, little smile at their jokes.
"Come on! Just give me one smile, Bladie!" You whined, tugging at his cheeks to widen his lips so it can look he's smiling, yet it just fell straight back into a frown, "Why are you so hard to crack?!"
"Because showing any emotions, similar to happiness, is weakness, Y/N." Blade answered simply, his voice deep and raspy as he lifted you off his lap with his eyes still stuck to yours blankly, "You'll understand that once you grow older."
Blade was a man of duty. Duty to his life, his work, his role, and many others. Showing emotions was a sign of weakness to him; an admission of defeat. But deep down, he felt things. Much of it. He just didn't allow himself to do so. So when you made him crack a smile with your silly jokes, he got frustrated at himself. For breaking his code, even just once.
"Uh-huh…Whatever you say, Edge-Lord…" You mumbled, your face forming into a deadpan as you turned to the side.
Your words however earned you a smack across the head from Blade, causing you yelp in surprise.
“I WAS JOKING!”
“Find better humor then.”
You only grumbled to yourself, slumping against the dark sofa you were sitting on before a smirk crossed your face, "Wait, so does that mean Kafka's weak? She always laughs at my jokes!" You retort with a cocky grin.
"Kafka isn’t laughing at your jokes, she’s laughing at you."
Blade's cold words earned a huff from you, offended by how harsh he had said it.
You and Blade had a somewhat sibling-like relationship which Kafka and Silverwolf relentlessly teased Blade about, yet he refused to admit he saw you as anything near a sibling or family member in that matter.
“Hmph! Fine! Don’t expect me to talk to you for the whole day then!” You pouted, pretending to be mad at him so he can finally give in and smile at you.
Yet all you got in response was silence as he continued to sit there, his arms folded and staring straight ahead with his eyes closed.
But, he was slightly amused with your words since he knew you can’t go one second without following him around like the curious and naive child you are, usually holding onto his bandaged hand half the time.
You stared in-front of you for awhile in silence before your eyes slowly began to droop tiredly and you turned back to Blade.
"Blade?" You called quietly after a moment of silence, earning a lazy "Hm?" in response, "Can I…Sleep in your lap…?” You trailed off, feeling ashamed for giving in so easily and acknowledging him even after you said you wouldn’t, “Please?”
It wasn’t really a surprise you were so tired…You did just come back from a mission with Kafka, you didn’t do much since your role in missions is just to be the lookout due to your young age. You were slightly tired when you came back of course, and it seems like the exhaustion finally kicked in.
If this were any other person, Blade would've flatly said no, but this was you...Blade didn't understand why, but he could never say no to you.
Blade then arched a brow at your words, red eyes opening, and he held back the teasing smirk that threatened to creep upon his lips, “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t speak to me for the whole day?”
“Oh shut up!” You glared, pulling your knees up to your chest with a frown that looked more like a pout, “So can I sleep in your lap or what?” You continued quietly, turning away and pressing your cheek against your kneecaps in embarrassment with your words.
The older man was quiet for a while. He didn't like being affectionate, he didn't like being kind either. He just didn't like to give in. But to you? He would always make an exception.
So slowly, he lifted the child up and plopped them in his lap, holding their surprised figure close. There were no words spoken, but deep inside, Blade felt something. Maybe it was affection. Maybe it was a little bit of love. Perhaps it was admiration or fondness!
But he was never able to figure out what it exactly was.
Your eyes slightly widened in shock at the fact the so-called “cold and heartless” Blade was carrying you in his arms as if you were his child before a grin spread across your face and you nuzzled into his chest and pulled your legs closer for warmth.
You felt two arms wrap around you to keep you warm and another held your head closer to their chest, yet you didn’t need to open your eyes to see who it exactly was since you already knew.
Silence filled the air for awhile as you laid in his arms before you finally broke it.
“You want to hear another jo—”
“Don’t ruin it.”
This kinda reminded me of the audio "Leave me alone, baby! …..AUGHHH YOU'RE MY BABYYY! YOU'RE MY BABY AND I LOVE YOU SM" blade fr fr
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agentrouka-blog · 1 year
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I find it difficult that even benevolent discussions about the Stark sister relationship tend to overfocus on Sansa's "failings" while ignoring Arya's. It makes it harder to take any objectivity seriously that doesn't equally point out that Arya was just as much of a brat, just as self-centered, just as cruel. She blames Sansa for things she never did, gives zero credit for the way her sister covers for her, she treats her concerns with complete indifference if not derision, she's blowing off social obligations and leaving Sansa to twist for it, and she violently (and I mean violently) attacks her because that's her opportunity to blow off steam after a traumatic four days. Because she's eight and just as imperfect as Sansa.
It's not like Sansa's readiness to blame her, Sansa's negativity toward her sister, Sansa's own willingness to lash out in anger is coming out of a vaccuum. It's mostly Ned's favoritism, but it's also the fact that Arya is not actually any better.
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aokoaoi · 1 year
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𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ
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pairings : big sister!shuri x fem!reader x big brother!t'challa
warnings : ooc characters(?).
authors note : this is not a ship fanfic. everything is completely platonic, just pure sibling relationship<3.
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GROWING UP !
— you were only 2 years younger than shuri, so of course, it wasn't difficult for you two to get along.
— compared to your sister, you didn't have very strong ambitions. But even so, you were taught how to rule a nation by your mother when you were younger, and when you were prepared enough, she took you to train to be a Dora Milaje member.
— you were a fairly calm and obedient child back then, and even since you grew into a fine woman.
— you didn't have an interest in fighting whatsoever, but it did cross your mind that you'd end up needing the skills to fight. But you didn't complain and go against your mother.
— there weren't that much things that interested you as a kid. Your sister and brother often picked on you(playfully) for it.
— shuri even tried to get you to be interested in her ambitions, saying that it's 'fun' and 'an opportunity to learn something new'.
— you weren't adventurous, smart like shuri, nor would you be strong like t-challa. Sometimes, as you grew older, you think if you could've done something more than just train to be in an elite group. But despite those, something sparked inside you and motivated you to be the strongest amongst all the members of the Dora Milaje.
BONDING WITH SHURI !
some big brother t'challa scenes<3
— it's awfully loud when there's two of you in the same room. Like seriously, it's just filled with Shuri laughing at your jokes. Everyone sees you as 'the calmer one of the siblings' but boy.. when you're with those 'siblings' its like someone released a whole mammal out their cage.
— despite not understanding half she's saying, you still go visit shuri in her lab to keep her company. She's just yapping to you about what she's doing, while you just nodded, pretending like you understood what the hell she's saying.
•   "(name)? Are you listening or no?"
•   "I am. But I don't understand."
•   "It's fine, at least you're listening."
— whenever her brother is doing something, or is busy, you'd be the one training her some fighting abilities. You aren't as skilled like your brother, goodness no, he's the black panther for Pete's sake, but you are strong. Somewhat.
— shuri always supports and cheers for you whenever you're about to go to your training. Boy, the proudness she felt when she was told that you were slowly beginning to be more skilled the passing days. She's not lying, Okoye said it herself.
— tackles you in hugs almost everytime she's overly enthusiastic to see you.
•   "Stop that. You act like our rooms aren't next to eachother."
•   "I missed you!"
•   "we see eachother everyday!"
— okay but listen to this. The over protectiveness that randomly summoned inside her when she heard that you were getting marriage proposals.
"atrocious!" You and your mother deadpanned at her reaction, side eyeing eachother blankly. "(name), whatever you must do, do not even look at those proposals, okay?!"
— yeah it was a wild experience.
— besides that, shuri is a great sister. She loves you but literally acts like she's the youngest. Seriously, you mightve heard that she's older and you're younger, but when you see these two and know the personally, you'll end up doubting yourself.
— even your own brother said it himself.
•   "Shuri, stop clinging onto your sister like a wild monkey climbing up a tree."
•   "What?"
•   "brother said to stop climbing me like you're a monkey."
— ooh, have I mentioned that you're a great dancer? If not, you're a very great dancer! Dora Milaje members are probably all great dancers if you must say so yourself.
— growing up, shuri was probably your favorite person who ever walked the soil of earth. And then your brother follows right behind her, and then your parents, and then—
— when it's the three of you combined, it's like the whole definition of the word 'chaos'. In the end of the day, T'challa is tired as hell, Shuri went to drain more of her energy in her lab work, and you? Already fell asleep.
— despite being a whole menace the three of you were, mama Ramonda and papa T'chaka were proud of what you three have achieved.
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i am very tired<\3 still figuring out my layouts for headcanon posts, so this one is kind of messy rnn. this is also my first time writing about sibling relationships, especially in readers pov so I'm sorry if it's cringey oml😭
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solarsleepless · 7 months
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on maddox and jet
High School Musical: The Musical: The Series//Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, Jewish Literacy//evelyn, evelyn//(me)//my brother, my wound by Natalie Diaz//Dear Evan Hansen//Trista Mateer//Grace by Florence + The Machines//Laurel on the responsibility of an older sibling, How The Light Gets In//Motion Sickness, Pheobe Bridgers//Wouldn't Change a Thing, Demi Lovato and Joe Jonas//Frog and Toad Are Friends, Arnold Lobel
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curious-trickster · 6 months
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Jason protecting deaged!Tim from an unnamed threat.
I had serious Tim and Jason brainrot today.
Please don't steal my art, I work hard on it. If you want to use it, ask for permission first!
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kybercrystals94 · 10 days
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Trusted
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Angstpril 2024 | Day 9 | Prompt 9: Trust Issues
Rated: G | Words: 445 | Summary: The issue of trust…or lack thereof. | Character Focus: Wrecker, Crosshair, Omega 
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“Can you hear me? Wrecker?” 
Wrecker groans, the voice - one of his brothers…he can’t tell which one - throbs like a percussion inside his skull. It’s excruciating and soothing all at once. He’s dying, but he’s not alone. He won’t die alone. 
“Stay with me, Wreck, you’re going to be fine,” his brother says. 
His eyes are open, but he only sees darkness, a consuming shroud of a thing. He’s blind, he can’t even see his brother’s face one last time before…
“Dying…” Wrecker croaks. 
His brother scoffs, and he’d know that deprecating sound anywhere. Crosshair. 
“I just told you you’re fine,” Crosshair says, but his voice is reedy. 
“Cross…” Wrecker manages. He reaches out blindly, and thin fingers clasp around his hand, gripping so tight Wrecker wonders if Crosshair thinks it will keep him from falling into the abyss of death. 
“Do you trust me?” Crosshair asks. 
Wrecker swallows around the pain, the fear, the sorrow. He nods, the tiny movement agonizing. 
“Good. Then you’re going to be fine. I promise.” 
Crosshair doesn’t have any sort of cosmic power to keep his word. Wrecker clings to it nonetheless. He trusts his brother to the ends of the galaxy. 
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Omega curls into Wrecker’s side. She’s grown in the months they’ve been apart. She’s taller, her hair is longer, and her face has lost some of the soft edges that made her look so young. But the light in her eyes has dulled, her expressions have sharpened. She’s seen and experienced things on Tantiss that haunt her and have shaped her. 
“I missed you so much,” Omega whispers. 
Wrecker chuckles brokenly. “I missed you more.”  
Wrecker’s gaze darts to the sniper sleeping in one of the fold down bunks. Almost as soon as Hunter got the Marauder into hyperspace, Crosshair had wilted, as though a tremendous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. 
The weight of keeping their sister safe.
He’d gotten Omega out of Tantiss when Wrecker and Hunter couldn’t. Omega had given them an abridged version of their escape. She couldn’t have done it without him. Not a chance in sith’s hell. 
“Do you trust him?” Wrecker asks, a rumble of a whisper. He doesn’t have to clarify who. 
Omega twists in his one armed grip, looking up at him so that their eyes meet. “Yes,” she says, her voice soft and confident, no discernible waver of doubt.
Wrecker remembers when he trusted his brother that much, with every last particle in his being. That trust had shattered long ago, but maybe it could be gathered up and rebuilt. Omega trusts him, and Wrecker trusts Omega. Maybe that can be enough for now.
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coppertophomegurl · 7 months
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Okay, so I'm rereading RWRB again, and I mean, it's probably because I'm PMSing, but I am CRYING over June and Bea. Like, the big sisters. The willingness to fall on the sword for your younger sibling no matter the consequences for yourself. The unquestioning, relentless love, even when they're a shit. Losing sleep from worry about them and picking your nails raw when they're troubled and you can't help them.
It was subtle, but CMQ wrote big sister love so well and I am feeling EMOTIONS about it.
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oedipushansen · 1 year
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on being siblings.
evelyn, evelyn / natalie diaz / clive baker / sharp objects / gillian flynn / micah nemerever / ethel cain / ginger snaps / mabel: matryoska / dear evan hansen
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apollosothertwin · 3 days
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Hermes and Dionysus were like ducklings who followed Apollo around when they were young. Artemis is annoyed because she’s supposed to be Apollo’s closest sibling, but now Hermes and Dionysus are taking all his time
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theemmtropy · 8 months
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When Florence said, "This is the only thing I've ever had any faith in" WHEN SINGING ABOUT HER SISTER TAKING CARE OF HER. Tears. Goosebumps.
AND THEN she follows up later with "I hope and hope I would never treat anyone like that again"?!?!!?!!! I AM ILL.
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1-8oo-wtfbro · 9 months
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the feelings i have about sibling bonds and relationships are completely normal and i have proportionate amounts of emotion towards these in media. i care about these two brothers just as much as any regular joe. These sisters do not inhabit an above average space in my brain. this pseudo parental figure births the same emotions in me that they do anyone else.
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