#he has to fend for himself without an adult

[lovelybrooke]

Staff Reacting to Reader wanting to Leave.

I've gotten a lot of asks to finish this series so I decided that now is the best time. Sorry if these are ooc.

Also shout out to @dilatorywriting her characterization of the staff is the best. Go check out her work.

first years--second years--third years.

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Divus Crewel 

Divus--all of Night Ravens Staff would be lying if they said they hadn't heard the whispering of the students, their concern and worry filling the hallways. At least in the beginning, it was more aggravating than anything. Student's weren't paying attention in class, unless you were there, which is strange because it's usually the other way around. 

Divus would be lying if he said he didn't care about you. It was aggravating really, the need to protect you from these ravenous students, the need to keep you under his watchful gaze at all times, the need to make sure you are safe, even when he knows that no one will harm you, it's aggravating. It's not your fault, of course it's not your fault, it's these pathetic pups, dumping their problems onto you, taking up all your time, putting you in danger over and over again. It takes all his strength not to snap when he sees them beg for your attention, the clear exhaustion on your face as you smile and go along with them, because what else are you supposed to do? 

So, at least for Divus, it's not surprising when he hears that you might have found a way home. In fact, it came from your own mouth. It was one of the many after school meetings you had in his classroom, him grading papers as you talked to him, when you revealed what you had found about this mirror in your room. 

He wasn't surprised when you told him how exhausted you were, or how badly you missed your world. He was just disappointed, not in you, but himself. It was a strange feeling, he's not used to it honestly, but he wishes he would've done more, provided you a more stable environment, shielded you from this world and its horrors. Instead he and his colleagues let you fend for yourself and now they're paying the price. 

Divus would be lying if he said that he wasn't feeling regretful as he thought of everything you were put through. Divus would be lying if he said he wasn't feeling saddened by the thought you were leaving. 

But even more so, Divus would be lying if he said he was guilty as he warned Crowley about your plans. 

Mozus Trein

Mozus has dealt with children many times in his life. He's been a teacher for a very long time and he's a father of two wonderful daughters. He's dealt with the responsibility of being a role model, a caregiver, a trusted adult for the longest time, but never once has it been as much of a struggle as it was when it came to you. Don't get him wrong, you are a delight, but he was not prepared for everything that would come with you. The drama, the Overblots, the more than obsessed students. 

Mozus has learned to deal with it however, and he's come to enjoy his time with you. Some days, when you are with Divus, you'll come to his classroom after hours for tea or chess. You've even started an unofficial book club with him. He hasn't let anyone else join, regardless of how much they beg. 

Maybe it's because his daughters are grown, but he enjoys the time he spends with you, being a role model, a caregiver, a trusted adult. He could go without you being in danger every few months, but you were formidable enough. 

But to hear whispers of you leaving, it sends a familiar pain in his heart, similar to when his children left for school for the first time. He knows it is wrong to get so attached to you, especially when leaving was always your end goal, but he can't help but feel worried. He brings all these up to you, what happens if this mirror idea of you doesn't work, if you end up somewhere all by yourself, helpless and alone. He doesn't mean to make you worry, but if it keeps you safe, then he doesn't seem to mind. 

Ashton Vargas

Admittedly, Ashton doesn't know as much about you as he wishes. You seem to be scared of him, barely looking him in the eye or even interacting with him. It worries him, is there something wrong with you? With him even? What has he done to make you scared?Ashton wants to be like Divus and Mozus, he wants you to look up to him, he wants you to come up to him with worries and concerns, he doesn't want to intimidate you. Ashton tries his best for you, he really does. He makes sure to never overwork you during training, he's always the first to make sure you're okay and receiving the proper care if hurt, and he even reports to the other staff what the behavior of the other students are like, especially concerning you. 

Contrary to popular belief, Ashton is more observant than most people assume. He notices when you back away from him in fear, he notices when the other students start acting weird towards you, and he notices when they start to become concerned over the thought of you leaving. 

Honestly, Ashton hasn't thought much about you leaving, but now that it's become a hot topic at Night Raven, he's been thinking about it a lot more. Why do you want to leave so bad? What could he--they have done differently? What is your home even like? 

Ashton doesn't try to think about it much, even though it eats him up inside. He's worried so much in the past few days about you, but he won't let that change the very minuscule trust you've built with him. Instead, he'll stay to the side, observing and taking in information until the time is right. 

Until then, he'll try to remain a good teacher, just for you. 

Sam

Sam Is beloved by most students at Night Raven, it probably has to do with the fact that he's not a teacher. Not being a teacher actually comes with a lot of perks, it means the student's trust him more. They're more willing to divulge their secrets to him, talking about their grades or drama in class. It's almost like a game for him, figuring out how to piece together intricately woven stories just from the bits the kids tell him. 

Recently though, a lot of these stories seem to revolve around you. It started off with the first years, ranting and raving about a mirror as they shopped for items in his store. The second years were more composed, but there was an anxious aura to them. The third years confirmed that this school wide issue was revolving around you, but he should really be surprised, most things do. 

Sam likes you, you have such a vibrant personality, you're kind and respectful. But above everything else you were strong. You've dealt with so much since coming to this school, he's surprised you haven't brought up wanting to leave sooner. While Sam tried not to care, tries to remind himself that this was always going to happen. 

Sam tries not to care as you enter his shop, ranting to him about how weird everyone's been acting. He tries not to care as you tell him how busy you are, how you'll be up for hours doing work. He really tries, but all he can think about is you leaving, and what will happen once you do. How everyone else will handle it. 

Sam tries not to care, but it's hard when it comes to you. 

Crowley 

Crowley has tried his best when it comes to you, he genuinely believes that. 

He's tried to make sure you had a safe environment, he tried to make sure you were safe. He tried to find you a way home. He honestly did. But in a way, everything got away from him. From the Overblots to the many, many school trips he hasn't had time for much, truely! 

But even so, why would you want to go home? If you ignore your life being in danger once a month and the students' strange behavior, life is pretty good here. You have people who care about you, a home that's been recently renovated, and basically anything you could ask for. It was a nice life, so he couldn't understand why Divus was claiming you wanted to leave. 

Crowley wonders if he should confront you, tell you off for throwing away everything he's worked to give you. He thought against it however, knowing the response he'd get. Instead he chooses to march up to Ramshackle and demand you rethink all this. He doesn't know what's come over him, you're a magicless human from another world, there wouldn't be much of an issue if you left, for him at least. The other students wouldn't react as well. 

Now that Crowley is thinking about it, he doesn't think he wants you to leave. You are a big help when it comes to Overblots and keeping the students at bay, but it's more than that. Crowley has come to enjoy your time here, and he doesn't exactly look forward to you leaving. That's partly why he's taken so long to find you a way home, but you'll never know that. 

But to his surprise, you don't know what you're talking about when he shows up. You don't remember anything about leaving or a mirror, and you assume he's here because there's some job he needed you to do. He's--surprised, but he quickly realizes that it's due to a certain student's meddling. 

Not that it's anything he should worry about--honestly it just makes his job easier, he would've done the same.

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A/n: Again sorry if there are out of character, this was difficult.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #yandere twst

[gremlingottoosilly]

The art of hospitality (Nanami Kento x fem!Reader)

Life wasn't that good after you dropped out of college. Luckily, a friend of a friend of a relative was willing to take you to live with him so you could watch over his weirdly big house while he was away on endless work trips. Nanami never thought that investment in the kindness of his heart would pay out like this. He is not complaining.

Tags and CW: Yandere, mild dub-con, non-consensual masturbation, Nanami is a panty stealer, light age difference, power imbalance, housewife kink AO3

Some people are just not built to fend for themselves. Nanami can name a few, even though the sentiment leaves a bitter, bun-haired taste in his mouth. He shouldn’t think like this – like him – but it’s as impossible as not thinking about a panda bear after you just been prompted with hot imagining one. 

He can only repeat that he isn’t like this. It isn’t like him. Some people are just not built to fend for themselves, so people like Nanami are doing everything in their power to protect them. Weak are ruling the society and this is exactly how it is supposed to be. Strong should be content with not having any gratitude, happy that they were able to help. This is exactly how it’s supposed to be, and yet… — Thank you so much for letting me stay here, Nanami-san. With the lease and everything coming up, I just… His cheeks aren’t dusted red because this won’t be a normal answer to the situation. He isn’t blushing because he is somewhat not used to receiving a little thank you from a nice girl next door that he allowed to live with him and watch over the house while he is away on the missions(dumb, dumb girl got kicked out of the apartment after a failed lease renewal and found him through a friend of a relative). He knows how grateful you are – not having many things or a lot of money saved, you probably would have moved back to the countryside if it weren’t for him. For a girl like you, it would be kissing your dreams goodbye. Not like sleeping on his couch is any better for someone your age. There is curry on the kitchen island. He recognises the packaging – generic brand from the convenience store he sometimes walked passed during missions in Asakusa. Hm. Last time he touched your cooking(four days before, when he actually managed to drag himself to the house without losing too much sweat) it was made from scratch. He isn’t complaining because he still wasn’t the one to cook it. Asking a girl in dire circumstances to play housewife would be… You don’t pay rent, you get half of the groceries from him(ever-lasting meal planning for everything, even when half of it gets thrown away after a nasty curse hunt is leaves him on the other side of the prefecture for few days in the row) and you don’t sleep on the couch. He has a perfectly comfortable guest bedroom with fresh sheets for you. 

Maybe, you could play housewife a little bit. It’s so stupid for someone in his position, but the packaging of a store-made curry almost made him question the decision to help you in the first place. He didn’t…didn’t expect you to cook for him, of course. He only took you in because being a young adult is tough and not having any friends in a city as expensive as Tokyo can crush a girl like you. He doesn’t know what is this feeling blooming in his chest. Maybe, the remains of the last exorcism are still clinging to him. — You found a job? You tilt your head, your (adorable) lips in a surprised impression. You probably never thought he’d give someone like you this much of his mind – not with how little you talked before. He might come off as too harsh – but he still looks you in the eyes, his gaze only softens because of the glasses he still insists on wearing even inside the house. Nanami promised to himself to not bring work home – but it’s hard to even determine what is home anymore. Maybe it’s a space on the couch, right next to your sprawled legs. Maybe it’s his bedroom. Maybe it’s… — Yes! It’s a convenience store, so it’s part-time, but… He frowns. You close your mouth immediately, lips pursed. Nanami doesn’t want to intimidate you – it’s just six thirty, already too late to be in a serious work mood – but it’s hard when you look simply divine with that scared impression of yours. He shouldn’t bully non-sorcerers, but some people are making it hard. Impossible. He almost understands Satoru. — This is all? — Well, they allowed me to pick more shifts, so I could actually start paying rent. N…not all, but just to thank you for letting me stay with you. You’re kind, he must give you that. Most people in your situation would already make him feel like overstaying their welcome, breaking the simple comfort he found in living on his own, and deflecting his family’s worries about not having anyone to settle down with. He isn’t thirty yet, he shouldn’t worry about it – yet, the thought itches at the back of his mind, Empty house. Most of his older coworkers were itching to ditch overtime because they wanted to meet with their families. He did it because after fighting curses(and returning to doing so) normal human life isn’t something he’d give much thought to.

— You don’t have to pay. I thought we established that. — I have to start somewhere, right? M…maybe I could save up and get a proper apartment. Still, Kento doesn’t like the idea that he might come home one day and won’t find you sitting on the couch and watching TV. Not because you just went out for a quick girl walk, or decided to go shopping – but because you got a big job, a normal job, and you won’t rely on his kindness anymore. 

Some people aren’t made to fend for themselves. Nanami wonders what would you look like if you ever saw a curse. If you were affected by at least one. He…he shouldn’t think like this. You’re lucky that you’re normal. — Paying for three months' rent, the key, and the debt would be impossible with a part-time store job. — I could live with a roommate! Or three… — What difference would it make for our current situation? He puts a hand on the back of the couch. Mere inches from your head – and he can see the surprised expression on your face only getting…more surprised. You are cute for a dropout – ahe he certainly doesn’t mind having you sleeping here. Taking care of the house for him. If he only knew that you also weren’t fully against the proper commitment to this place. Like that little job of yours has any value in terms of experience and…

— I don’t want to intrude too much, Nanami-san. I’ll just get out of your hair as soon as possible, yeah? He would love for you to get into his hair, come to think about it. He had some terrible headaches lately – maybe it’s the job taking its toll again, maybe it’s a lingering curse that he is too exhausted to notice. He doesn’t sense anything besides the overwhelming need for you to come around – and yet he knows he can’t expect you to do that. — I can pay you. 

— What? He wonders if the surprise on your face is going to be embedded in your features forever. He wonders what expression would you have if he’d proposed something more provocative. With something that would leave you panting and gasping and gaping. He shook his head. Too early for this – and too late, also. He already loosened his tie and it made the headache less permanent, but if he’d proceeded to imagine how your pathetic, useless (normal, college dropout) mouth wide around the base of his cock, he would have to excuse himself from the house altogether, Preferably moving back to the countryside you tried to run away from. — If you insist on working…there instead of taking time to actually improve yourself, I could pay you to watch over the house. You gulp, tensing up immediately. He must have come off too strong – but he is way too tired to control his tone, and you should be mature enough to handle the conversations like this. He wasn’t kicking you off – quite the contrary, in fact. But, young adults should take the time to be young. But, young adults should be serious enough to behave like adults – and you shouldn’t bury your ambitions while living with four roommates and their boyfriends and college and drinking and… Sometimes he forgets how not much older he is than you. Maybe this is why you’re so hesitant towards getting help from him – someone that you could imagine in the position of a boyfriend instead of a providing and caring figure. That’s bad, really. Nanami would like for you to see him as your husband. — I couldn’t accept it, Nanami-san. You’re already…already doing so much. “Too much” he can get from your frowned expression. Too much of a lonely man with a big house and no one to watch over it. Too much for a man who doesn’t acept any form of payment from you – a man who didn’t even insist on having you cook and clean, since he got a system that would be too much bother to teach someone other than him. System that you cracked in first few weeks, almost making him believe that the salryman dream he lost after returning to Jujutsu Tech, can be still obtained. Still within the reach of his fingers. 

The woman of his dreams – if a man like him allowed to have them – is sitting on his couch and gushes over paying him for letting her stay. Like he isn’t the one who should beg for her to not run away. Alas, even dream girls can be a bit…dumb. Stupid. Pathetic in a way that would be insane to anyone else. 

Nanami is ought to be a bit more firm with his dumb girl that still thinks she isn’t his. — I would appreciate you cooking way more than any money I’d have to take out of your savings. — But… — You shouldn’t rush into jobs just because you think I would throw you out. I won’t. — It’s…funny. In a way. 

— What is so funny? His hand creeps over the edge of your seat, edging on taking a handful of your hair and tugging. Not because he wanted to hurt you – but because setting you in place would be the desirable option right now. Your inability to believe in the kindness of his heart is almost adorable, if it weren’t also so frustrating. It’s a smart choice, although – would be insane to ask you to believe that a man who took you in did so out of the kindness of his heart. But, Kento doesn’t want for you to be smart and make choices that would benefit you. But, Kento wants for you to rely on him – and making smart choices isn’t going to include that. He could just force you, your weak points already accessed – he knows where to push, where to cut, where to ass a little pressure, so you’d stop being so stubborn. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but sometimes you need to crack a few eggs in the process. Sometimes being good doesn’t mean being nice. — I thought you really wanted to get rid of me at first, Nanami-san. He has been stealing your panties since you first stepped foot into his house. It was a mistake at first – neither you nor him knew how to live with someone so close after reaching adulthood and moving out of dorms where the social boundaries are much, much less permanent. You were silly and forgetful, sometimes mixing your laundry with his. Something as small as a pair of panties, no matter clean or not, were prone to get lost in the laundry area, forgotten in a pile of clothes you already washed – and if Nanami was a lesser man, he would have scolded you for not having the basic courtesy of keeping your things away from his. If Nanami was a bigger man he wouldn’t have slipped a lacey pair into a pocket of his pants, fidgeting on the fabric while you gushed over having to buy so many necessities all of a sudden, or apologized for wrecking havoc in his bathroom. Even now, when you’re embarrassed and warm, trying to explain your point of view to him, he is still playing with your underwear, buried deep within the pocket of his work clothes. He luckily didn’t run into Satoru today – he doesn’t really want to know if his Six Eyes could detect something as scandalous. Not in a normal sense, of course – you’re an adult, if a bit irresponsible – but in the form of him having connections. Someone to return to. 

Nanami wants to push you on your knees and take his rent right out of that surprised, open mouth of yours. You don’t wear any makeup, you’re at home, after all – but he would buy you some adorable lipstick, some sweet lipgloss, just so you could smear it all over his cock, choking and drooling. He wants to be a good man, a patient man, but he has your panties in his pocket already, and it’s always a fresh pair every few weeks – not enough to make you suspicious that this isn’t the washing machine eating it, but also desperately low for someone like him. 

He wonders if you would be even softer than the tender silk of the things you wear. — Why would you think I accepted you, then? 

He knows why you might be nervous – his attitude isn’t the most welcoming one. He can be soft if he has a reason you – but being soft for too long will make you spoiled. Bratty. He likes women with character, but not women with attitudes he can’t control. Even your sitting position, with both of your legs on a couch, is something he could change with a few spanks on the bare skin he can clearly see from under your shorts. Wearing this when there is a man in the house – how scandalous. How precious. He wonders if all the lingerie sets he already bought for you (getting exact sizes is quite easy when he already knows your proportions divided by 7), will be a nice look on you. For you. 

— Maybe it was your one good deed for the month, but then you’d get annoyed and… He touches you – for the first time in weeks. Maybe the first time since he shook your hand all those time ago. The first time he touched you while you weren’t sleeping, at least. Fully conscious, aware of the man in front of you. (Nanami liked to watch you sleep, sometimes. Stressed people have a bad habit of attracting curses, and he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t invite anything in the safety of his house. It’s what he keeps telling himself when he inevitably ended up at the food of your bed, hands on his cock, stroking it slowly, knowing a dumb girl – naive girl – won’t wake up even if he’d decide to finish on your face. He never would – not until you’d ask him to, at least. He hopes that he will be a good person even after you do) Nanami’s hand is on your cheek, holding you softly. Gently. You’re surprised because this is the first time he touched you so softly – so intimately. You’re blissfully unaware of the fact he was touching you so, so much already. Stroking your ass, your tits, your face when he felt particularly tender – when he knew you were too tired of whatever you were doing while being unemployed and having everything catered to you to notice that he is touching you. — I won’t get annoyed with you. 

You press your face against his hand, taking in his touch. He has soft hands – cared for, manicured carefully. He takes care of his appearance and you’re embarrassed to appreciate that about it. To even notice – he isn’t yours, probably doesn’t want to be, but he allows you to live in his house even though you suck at being a proper housewife, and it should mean something. It does mean something – you smile and close your eyes. You want to do something for him because he already did so much for you. The possibilities are making your ears burn. — How can I repay you if you don’t want rent then? He can think of a few ways. The possibilities will make your ears burn. — You can start by actually cooking. 

And he will call in to fire you later. 

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere nanami #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #yandere jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk nanami #nanami smut

[steviesbicrisis]

Seeing a lot of Step dads being asked to adopt officially their step kids today on Tiktok and it made me think of Eddie doing something like that with Wayne.

We don’t know if Wayne officially adopted him, maybe he’s just in temporary care and now Eddie is old enough to not need an adult to look after him but when anyone asks him about his parents he always talks about Wayne so he might as well make it official, right?

Steve helps him prepare the papers in time for Christmas and he even asks Jonathan for his camera so he can capture the moment.

Despite being sure, Eddie feels a little nervous. He knows that Wayne loves him like a son, but he also knows that taking care of him wasn’t something he chose, more like the right thing to do when your brother is a fuckup and goes to prison leaving his kid to fend for himself.

Steve cheers him up by threatening him that if he doesn’t ask Wayne to adopt him, he will. Somehow that’s the weirdest and sweetest threat Eddie has ever received.

Eddie gives the papers to Wayne on Christmas, carefully folded inside a box, under a very ugly mug he knows Wayne will love in case the adoption papers aren’t well received.

Wayne opens the box and huffs looking at the dog-shaped mug “you’ve outdone yourself son, might be my new favorite one”.

He notices the way Eddie flinches at the word “son” but he shrugs it off and turns to Steve, gesturing at the camera in his hands “is this all? Wanted to take a picture of this ugly ass mug?”

Steve tries to use a neutral tone, but it comes out fond nonetheless “I think there’s something else”.

Wayne frowns, turns to Eddie who’s bouncing on his place “look at the bottom of the box” Eddie points at it.

He picks the piece of paper, unfolds it and, after giving a suspicious look to the both of them, he reads quietly.

If they didn’t know Wayne, they probably wouldn’t have noticed his eyes getting a little watery and his hands lightly trembling.

Eddie and Steve exchange a knowing look and a big smile, Steve takes it as his cue to snap the first picture.

The second depicts Eddie putting his hand on Wayne’s shoulder and his uncle -or better, his dad- looking up to hold back the tears.

The third one, everyone’s favorite, has Wayne enveloping Eddie in a bone-crushing hug and Eddie’s surprised face.

A while later, when everyone has calmed down and Wayne has signed everything he needed to, he asks “so, what about Steve?”

The boys give him a surprised look “what about me?” Steve wonders.

“Either you two get married or I adopt you too” he says simply, sipping his coffee from his new favorite dog mug.

Both Eddie and Steve get red and ramble about how it is way too soon and that gay marriage being illegal anyways.

“Im just saying, son” Wayne dwells a second on the word, as it has taken a new meaning for him “that Steve is part of the family too, and if you don’t make it official then I will.”

Eddie doesn’t give Steve any time to react “No fucking way, man” he jumps out of his seat and points at his boyfriend without looking at him “I’m asking him as soon as marriages are legal!”

“We’ll see” replies Wayne, just to rile him up, which works perfectly.

“Are you challenging me?” He turns to Steve, scandalized “don’t you dare become my step brother Steve!”

Steve winces just at the thought of it “of course-“

“How do you expect Steve to say yes to marring you if you’re this controlling?” Wayne interrupts him.

“Me?? I would be a great husband! The best!” Eddie replies, looking outraged.

Steve covers his face in his hands and mutters “oh my God” as Wayne keeps poking at Eddie and the latter takes every bait.

It takes Eddie approximately 45 minutes to realize he had been talking about being Steve’s husband in front of him the whole time despite never having that conversation between them first.

His embarrassed expression once he realizes is Wayne second’s favorite Christmas present that year.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve and eddie #steve x eddie #steddie headcanon #wayne munson #eddie and wayne munson #Wayne Munson is a great dad #headcanons #ficlets #sbc writes

[neverchecking]

That Wild facesitting one was so good omfgjskdkk

It gave me the idea of what if reader thinks the Chain (don’t forget Sage) are just doing so great and wants to give them a reward/gift but doesn’t know what so reader asks what they want.

The Chain ofc are so excited cause THEIR GODDESS WANTS TO GIVE THEM SOMETHING??

As they all think of smt, a couple of them are saying something along the lines of “nothing as long as you’re here we’re happy :)” which ofc reader thinks is so sweet and gives them a hug (cue smug smirks at the other Links bc reader hugged them HA)

As they all mull over their options bc obviously they don’t want to mess up this opportunity, ONE OF THE CHAIN STRAIGHT UP JUST SAYS “Sit on my face” WHETHER INTENTIONALLY OR NOT, EVERYONE IS IN SHOCK AND BEFORE ANYONE CAN SAY ANYTHING— reader agrees red faced bc she loves her boys oh so much ;)

Cue everyone saying they want the same thing bc they would honestly happily die at the opportunity

So sorry if this is a bit much it just came to me

~💚

No-no, don't be sorry, I love requests like these bc the idea of Sage vs. the Chain brings me so much serotonin! Like Mhmmmmm-

Fun fact: someone flagged that post  😭Which you guys can find -> Here!

Sage is TotK Link if you didn't know!

Anyway, smut so MDNI! 18+!

Smut CW: AFAB! reader, face sitting with multiple partners, praise

・❥・So, we all know that Reader has the entire chain wrapped around their finger. No ifs, ands or buts about it.

・❥・Especially after Sage joins them.

・❥・While there is silent fighting between him and the others, they make an effort to show you a united front because you are who they are all fighting for.

・❥・As far as your concerned, they're all buddies. (that was so far from the truth it was laughable, but it kept you happy, so it was the assumption that would remain.)

・❥・That being said, when they're all together in Wind's Era (The boy was at home with his sister and Grandmother, leaving the adults to fend for themselves) and you're in ear shot, they do their best to be on their best behavior. Even if Wild and Sage are shooting the most passive aggressive insults at the other, since, as we've accomplished, Sage is adamant on knowing exactly where your food comes from.

・❥・He refuses to let that failure cook for you. Not when he can do so. He has a bigger repertoire of recipes and more skills to his name than the other does. That...man can barely get through a fucking swim without blacking out because of a memory let alone stay there long enough to ensure your food is as quality as it should be.

・❥・(AN: For legal reasons, I would never think of Wild like this, I absolutely love him with my whole heart. BUT Sage does think like this because he's an asshole.)

・❥・So, while the two are cooking, the others do their own things around the makeshift camp. Weapon maintenance, gathering firewood, admiring your perfect figure as you do nothing but read under a tree.

・❥・ Sage, of course, finishes your food first, settling beside you close enough your hips are touching his. You thank him, eagerly eating whatever was given you (They had to be sneaky about the fighting between himself and Wild, as you had no idea about the tension between them).

・❥・About mid-way through your meal, you set down your bowl, brows furrowed as a troubled expression muddled your features.

・❥・Which just would not stand. Was the meal not to your liking? Was there something wrong? Would they have to dispose of that blasted bastard who dared to try and impose on their territory that good for nothing pest-

・❥・"I feel like I owe you guys some sort of thanks for all of this."

・❥・Oh.

・❥・So he would get to live another day. Pity.

・❥・"You don't owe us a thing, Angel. We are happy to do it." Wars beamed, sitting on your other side regardless of Sage's snarl pointed at him. "No reward needed." The captain smirked, leaning into your space.

・❥・You didn't seem pleased by the answer, brows pinching further together. "...It doesn't seem right."

・❥・"Songbird, your presence is thanks enough." Sky piped up, eyes so wide and earnest, Sage feared he'd cry over you. Again.

・❥・"Airhead is right, Darlin'," The cowboy added, dropping a stack of logs near the fire. "It's a blessin' in and of itself being able to treat you like 'da Goddess you are."

・❥・Sage prided himself on know you though. He knew you well. And he knew you well enough to know that once an idea like this entered your pretty little head, it wouldn't leave. No, not without a fight in the very least. And that was a fight he didn't want to go through. Not with you.

・❥・He just had to pick something that would benefit you more than him, hiding it under the guise of thanking him.

・❥・"As much as it pains me to say this, they're right." Legend piped up, moving to crouch in front of you, easily redirecting your attention from where you were watching Warriors to look at him with his index hooked under your chin. "As long as your happy, we're happy, sunshine."

・❥・"But I don't wanna take advantage of you guys! That would make me no better than Hylia. I can't just ask these things from you without any form of thanks. That's not right." You cupped Legend's cheeks with your own hands, either not noticing or ignoring the way his cheeks lit up under your touch.

・❥・No, you had too much of a heart of gold to let this go. It was what made you so much better than that fraud that placed this destiny upon them in the first place.

・❥・Like a stroke of genius, it hit him. It was too perfect of an opportunity to pass up. While it would sound like it would benefit him, it really would all be for you. It would be perfect. A way to show his true devotion to you. His fidelity and dedication to you, his glorious deity.

・❥・"Sit on my face."

・❥・He wished he had the foresight to pull out his Purah pad to take a picture of your face, which lit up an absolute ruby red as your whipped around to face him. Sage merely shrugged like it was a reasonable request. In his mind, it was. What wasn't reasonable about it?

・❥・Shocked silence fell around the group, some angrily sputtering at the audacity while others had to question if that was a real option.

・❥・"You mooncalf! Have some class, would you?! Especially in the presence of-"

・❥・"Is that what you want?" Wars tirade was cut off by your meek voice as you pulled your hands away from Legend's face. The vet himself looked seconds away from crashing as he caught onto what you were hinting at.

・❥・Sage smirked, something sharp and devious as he cracked his knuckles in front of him. "Absolutely. I think it would be a pretty damn good way to thank me."

・❥・"You don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Y/n." Hyrule quickly pipes up, stepping closer as he shot a glare too sharp for his soft features at the newcomer. How dare that filth sully you in such a way and how dare he think of it before he could-

・❥・You were silent for a moment, shuffling for a second before letting out a breath. "If that's what you want." You finally decided, and the group was descended into chaos once more.

・❥・Cries of 'that's an option?!' and 'Hey, wait! I want that too!' erupted as the others scrambled to separate you from that degenerate, but he had latched on. His smirk was wide and knowing as he pulled you from Wars and Legend, closer to himself.

・❥・"It's exactly what I want. Now, are you crawling up or am I gonna have to pull you up here, sun flower?" Sage nipped at your neck as your went from ruby to crimson.

・❥・"Right now?!" You squeaked, eyeing the other males around you.

・❥・"You asked, I answered." Sage didn't care. This was a way of staking a claim. Of showing them all that no matter what, he would win. That he would make you feel so much better than anything they could do.

・❥・Silence fell for a second.

・❥・"Dibs on going second!" Was Wild's sudden call before there was arguing once more.

・❥・"Ya can't call dibs!" Twilight barked. "This isn't some sorta playground game where you can call for turns-"

・❥・"Third." Time spoke solemnly, nodding his head slowly. Sage honestly forgot he was there.

・❥・Twilight looked scandalized at the single word before Four was calling his namesake for the turns. Realizing that he either called or went last (Which wasn't too bad of an option in his books), he quickly rectified his horror and instead went to shove Warrior's by the face to call for fifth.

・❥・ In the time it took for him to recover, Sky and Hyrule had already called sixth and seventh respectively. And, with a shake of his head, Legend smirked. "I'll go ninth then. Pretty boy can go in front of me. Besides, you know what they say about saving the best for last."

・❥・"That it'll be worth nothing since it could never top the first." Sage cheekily called back, pulling off his top throwing it to the side so his torso was bare for the world to see.

・❥・"Why are you stripping?!" Sweet, naive you squeaked, trying to advert your eyes. If only they weren't glancing back at the toned abs and chiseled pecs. Oh great golden Goddesses.

・❥・With a chuckle, Sage pulled you closer with firm hands locked around your calves, pulling them apart to slot himself between your legs. Your hips were pulled up onto his lap before he was leaning down, wrapping an arm around you with his hand resting in the arch of your back. He quickly fell back to you were sitting on his chest, your legs straddling his upper chest as he looked up at you with nothing but pure, devious intentions. "For one simple reason, my light." He chuckled pulling you further up his chest as he licked his lips.

・❥・"I don't plan on letting you go until the only name you can remember is mine."

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #yandere legend of zelda #legend of zelda #loz #link x reader #cindersins #yandere lu x reader #yandere four #lu four #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu wild #lu legend #lu sky #lu time x reader #yandere time #lu sage #yandere lu sage #yandere lu twilight #yandere lu four #yandere lu warriors #yandere lu wild #yandere lu legend #yandere lu sky #Wind isn't here bc we aren't creeps people

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TAKE MY ANALYSIS OF CHIP'S RELATIONSHIP WITH VULNERABILITY YOU MOTHERFUCKERS (long post this is nearly 600 words)

Chip is terrified of vulnerability because he is so desperate for it. All he wants is to get back his parental figures so he can rely on them to make decisions for him again. All he really wants is to have someone protect him and make decisions for him so he can finally lower his guard for the first time since the sea turned black and he was forced to fend for himself. He doesn’t want to be a captain at all, he wants his old crew back so he can fulfil his old role of being the ship’s kid and work under their command again. 

The problem is that having to fend for himself has made him desperately independent and afraid to relinquish control or trust others, so he can’t allow himself to relax and receive protection and comfort from anyone new, because he can’t bring himself to trust anyone new. The only people who he completely trusts are the parental figures who he lost, and that’s why he so desperately seeks them when many would consider it a fool’s errand and would assume the people he was looking for were long dead. What he is searching for isn’t just the people he loves, it’s a feeling of safety and comfort that he’s been without for years. All he wants is to feel safe, and he won’t ever feel completely safe around anyone except his old crew. His goal is a safe haven, people who he can finally be weak around, let his guard down and cry and be a kid and have them protect him. His entire goal of the journey is to reacquire his role as kid surrounded by bigger, stronger adults, who will praise him for his successes but protect him from any actual harm or serious consequence, and rid him of the burden of having to make serious decisions.

This might seem surprising, because especially in the earlier episodes, Chip can come off as a control freak who is unwilling to relinquish even the tiniest amount of control to anyone. But this is a defence mechanism against his own weakness. He knows he wants someone to guide him, and he’s aware, probably due to harsh experience in the underworld of crime he grew up in, that desiring guidance = easily manipulated. And so he shuts down that part of himself completely, does not allow himself to take any advice, accept any help, or relinquish any control - because he knows how easily someone like him will slip into relying on it, losing his independence, letting his guard down. He knows he’s susceptible to being manipulated, and so years of experience have taught him to over compensate and be a hyper-independent control freak who struggles to trust anyone.

But there’s still that weakness inside. He is undoubtedly the softest character out of the Riptide Pirates. There’s also the fact that, even if he finds the people he is searching for, the protection he is searching for no longer exists. Even if the Black Rose Pirates got back together, Chip would be an adult member of the crew and would be expected to participate in protecting the crew and making decisions. Furthermore, as an adult working with other adults, he would realise that his fellow crew members were fallible and flawed and beatable, and not the amazing all-protecting, flawless beacons of safety he knew as a child. Even if the Black Rose Pirates still exist out there somewhere, the thing Chip is truly searching for - his childhood safety - is lost.

#jrwi riptide #jrwi chip #chip bastard

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my hypster magazine finally came in the mail lmao and man the special feature talking about how the world is coping without mics is very interesting??? like:

crime as a whole is at an all time high

within ikebukuro, the police are doing fck all about it so the bb have volunteered their services to making the civilians feel safe

ichiro’s been a mediator within more casual disputes, expressing his desire to talk things thru if possible, jiro’s got his whole high school as a neighbourhood watch and saburo’s set up a huge surveillance system to keep watch

in yokohama, the sea port has been particularly targeted and the report says the police and yakuza have teamed up to protect the flow of commerce. katengumi has stepped up to protect the territory and rio is keeping watch via satellite images and drones

in shibuya, dice complains of disruptions in gambling dens and the lack of real gambling has dulled his senses lol. he’s trying to compensate by making his own gambling game lol and he hasn’t been able to pay his phone bill due to lack of funds so he hasn’t been able to talk to ramuda or gentaro

curiously, neither of those two were mentioned in the article, save for dice using the section to try to reach out to them

in shinjuku, the day is desolate and the night scene is busier than ever. doppo’s company has been particularly hit by logistics nightmares as they’re haemorrhaging money due to lost medical equipment. (doppo’s boss has been accusing him of stealing funds and doppo claps back asking what exactly has he been managing currently lol)

shinjuku central hospital has been at full capacity with patients due to the inability to fend off armed criminals. fragrance has seen a significant uptick in patrons

in osaka, businesses have taken a sharp turn towards maliciousness, with scams at an all time high. sasara and rosho advise not to go out at night alone, and rosho, as a teacher, further explains that adults have a duty to protect minors, especially as a person who has been affected by scams in the past. neither sasara nor rosho have heard from rei in a long while, stating dh is on hiatus because of it

in nagoya, petty crimes are up because there seems to be a restlessness amongst them without the mics giving the populace the power to stand out. hitoya himself watched a dude climb up nagoya castle literally for the memes. the court of law has been barren as of late so nobody is being tried for crimes but he believes justice will prevail in due time

kuukou and jyushi have taken up patrolling nagoya in order to persuade others into not doing crimes and all three of them still practice rap battling together

#this is vee speaking #like i highly doubt they’ll put most of this in the drama tracks #so here’s some worldbuilding for y’all when the tracks come out next week(!!!!!!!!!!!!) lol #i love to see how proactive some of these divisions are lol shoutout to bb mtc and bat lol #dice is very funny but i am very concerned he’s out here in this new world without anyway to contact his support group lol?????????????? #like not only it’s scary if something happened to him but what if something’s wrong with ramuda and/or gentaro??????????????? #and he’s literally too broke to know lol???????????????? #the dh section just like………. murdered me because it ends with rosasa wondering if rei’s just somewhere out there drinking without them #aka drinking by himself AND THEYRE………….. THEYRE AIKATAS GODDAMMIT A WHOLE SET DO NOT SEPARATE #i also think it’s neat both bb and bat are focused on trying to resolve with the power of words ::::) #ichiro’s the only one with rap on the entire album and bat’s the only section talking about their rap practices ::::) #lol and somewhat offhandedly hitoya is talking about justice prevailing in front of nagoya castle #and that’s actually nagoya castle’s catchphrase lol i wonder if that’s a very subtle sign for something lol

[mmuzzledmuttt]

Shang Tsung - headcanons and thoughts

there’s an amazing thread on twitter that starts to break down the psychology of Mk1 Shang Tsung linked below.

(https://x.com/tymbalzine/status/1748035943758500165?s=46&t=4Ni56qtVZX8MP8xiRdf88g).

When I see Shang Tsung, I see a deeply flawed individual, however, those flaws make him much more interesting.

I personally subscribe to the belief that Shang Tsung never had a positive upbringing, he’s very obviously struggling and alone when we first meet him. What parent would allow their child to live like this, even when they’re down on their luck?

Those that aren’t there anymore.

Shang Tsung’s mother and father definitely weren’t around, be it death or abandonment, and I think he would be forced to fend for himself. I think he would pick up on the fact that people usually don’t have your what interest at heart, and coming to such conclusions so early on in life would be damaging to say the least. Finding places to sleep, finding people to follow, perhaps steal from, it’s slowly cemented in his mind that it’s every man for himself. He has no protection, he has nothing.

This mentality following him into his adolescent and eventually adult years is bound to happen as I don’t think there was much good to stop him from spiraling. Instances of injustice done towards him became prime reasons of why the world was wrong, of why someone or something was out to get him.

He needs something…someone to blame, something to take his frustration out into, someone who will validate his ever growing superiority complex.

He’s the perfect target for ‘Damashi’.

I also like to believe that while Liu Kang might’ve had good intentions building the timeline, he definitely didn’t go about things the right way. How can you punish someone for being evil when they haven’t even done the crimes yet? Would you go back in time and find a way to persecute a child who would soon grow up to be a criminal? Or would you go back in time and try to support them and help them grow?

Liu Kang placed the building blocks for Shang Tsung’s spiral, and Shang Tsung fell right into it. Setting up a scenario in which the sorcerer was poor, without power, and so down on his luck that he had to turn to scamming people to make a living made him the perfect target for Alpha Shang Tsung.

Much to think about…

#denji #csm denji #chainsaw man #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mk1 2023 #shang tsung #shang tsung mk1 #headcanons #writing #liu kang

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Rhysand Week Day 4: Court of Dreams

To The Stars Who Listen

Rhysand is more than 500 years old. He has had many dreams throughout his long life. These are some of them.

@officialrhysandweek

Rhys is seven years old. He dreams of traveling the world. They don’t get visitors often in the Court under the mountain, but when they do they always have the most fascinating stories to tell. He wants to be a traveling merchant and a scholar and a pirate. He wants to see the Continent, and the islands, and all the other Courts. Being stuck in one season forever sounds strange to him, and he wonders why there is no Eternal Night in his father’s Court. He consults his cousin Mor and their tutors and the books and even the High Lord himself but no one can give him an answer. He supposes he’ll understand when he’s older. Cauldron, he wants to be older. Once he’s an adult he’ll finally get to travel and read all the books in the library he isn’t allowed to touch and talk to whoever he wants to and no one will be able to tell him no. He dreams of going everywhere, seeing and knowing everything there is to see and know.

Rhys is eight years old. He knows he can't stay in Velaris forever but Illyria scares him. It’s colder here, and he’s alone a lot with his mother and their guards. He doesn’t get to see Mor much anymore, and he misses her colorful imagination and funny comments, even being bored together during their joint lessons. He doesn't miss his father as much, who stays away from Illyria for reasons he doesn't yet understand, although he wishes he could show the High Lord his progress. Maybe he'd finally see him once he becomes a great warrior like the males at camp. But before that can happen Rhysand needs to become the best. The best at training, fighting, leading. Anything less would be unacceptable for the Heir to the Night Court. He’s not here to make friends. Still, Illyria is a lonely place for a child. He dreams of finding a companion.

Rhys is fourteen years old and he dreams of flying alongside his brothers in the sky they rule. They have so many ideas, so many dreams to share in the dead of night, huddled together in Cassian’s room. They’ll reshape his father’s Court, they’ll make every place in the Night Court as safe as Velaris is.

There’s a freedom found in their trio that Rhys never knew before; the freedom to speak his mind, to share his thoughts as they pop into his head, without stiff traditionalist judgment or anyone snitching to his father. Cassian and Azriel don’t belong to the Court - they’re Rhysand’s, and he will make sure nothing and no one can ever separate them again.

Rhys is sixteen years old and he wants to shatter the mountain his father’s throne rests in, wants to challenge his father's right to rule just for this. For allowing Mor, his Mor, to be taken. He dreams of sending him and Keir to the beasts under the mountain and making them fend for themselves the way they had surrendered his cousin to Autumn. He dreams of declaring war on the Court and taking Beron and Eris Vanserra's heads as trophy. He dreams of bringing Mor back to Velaris, where she would be safe, and free. He dreams of being free, too. He’s not so sure anymore that there is anything to save in this Court of Dreams and Nightmares. He only knows that if he were High Lord, he never would have let this happen.

Rhys is 29 years old. War has come to Prythian, and while Night has no stake in the cause of the humans or the petty disputes of the Seasonal Courts, the North is sharpening the sword. He knows that behind closed doors, his father is conferring with Ozias on whether Day and Night should involve themselves in the War. He also recognizes that his father has no noble reasons to join the fight, but that he will not pass up the opportunity to war with Spring and Summer.

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Frankly, Rhysand doesn’t much care what will convince his father. He wants to fight for what's right. He wants to show the rest of Prythian what he and his brothers are capable of. They will defend Night, they will put Hybern and Spring and Summer in their place. They dream of being heroes, of victory, honor and glory.

Rhysand is 31 years old and he dreams of going home. He dreams of his mother, who stayed behind, alone in their home in Velaris. He dreams of seeing Cassian and Azriel again. He doesn’t even know if his brothers are alive, and for the first time in his life he prays, to the Mother, to the Cauldron, to any god who will listen. He dreams of an end to the war. His father's letters are short, and he’s taking so long to respond to Rhysand’s requests for support. Rhysand doesn’t think that’s a good sign.

Rhysand is 33 years old and he can't sleep. The desert is cold at night and the commander's tent is lonely. He’s far from home, from friends or family. He hears his soldiers crying out in the night, and knows many of them won’t make it to morning. Most of them are his age, some even younger. He hears them die, knows every last thought as life bleeds out of them. Their fear is so loud that it’s impossible to ignore. They dream of their family, of loved ones left behind at home or on the battlefield. Every dream is an accusation. We had so much life left to live. We didn’t have to die.

Whose dream did we die for?

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Rhys is 35 years old. They have returned from the war to find his mother with a small bundle of black wings and dark curls in her arms. He has a baby sister. Her name is Cecilia Riona. She is so small and strange and wonderful and when Rhysand is woken up by nightmares he crosses the hallway and sits in the nursery for hours instead of sleeping. More often than not he finds Cassian or Azriel already there, watching over their sister. They marvel at how quickly the center of their world has shifted. They think they understand now. This strange little girl is the reason the brothers needed to keep going. She is everything they fought for, what they suffered, killed and nearly died for. She is their Stars Eternal and they vow that as long as they live, nothing will ever hurt her.

Rhysand is 75 years old and he hasn’t flown since the War. His wings won’t work as they used to. They feel like they are encased in stone. Even when he manages to make them appear they hang heavy from his back, dragging him down with them. He's in pain all the time, his body stiff and aching with the weight of his leaden wings. Some days he thinks they'll break his spine. Some days he thinks he might be better off if they did.

Riona is 40 years old now and has long since learned to fly without him. His sister explores the sky above the Night Court with Cassian and Azriel while he stays behind like some old invalid, too weak and damaged to even lift his useless wings higher than his own shoulders. His mother remains with him, and he knows she means well but it makes him feel worse. He’s holding her back. He’s holding all of them back. His brothers look at him with pity. He feels cheated out of his youth.

Rhysand is 85 years old and he dreams of a quiet century, of a continent no longer falling to petty conflicts and the whims of egomaniacs. He’s accepted that he can’t rely on his wings anymore but suppressing them has made the problem worse. They break through his skin uncontrolled, like they have a mind of their own. They’re no longer cold, instead they burn and burn and nothing will soothe or settle them. He’s come to a point where he would rather live without them than spend another sleepless night on the floor because his body won’t let him relax. He wonders if this is what it feels like to have his wings clipped. He wonders how anyone can stand it. He dreams of feeling nothing at all.

Rhysand is 87 years old and he dreams of peace between Night and Spring, of an end to the feud that has lasted for much longer than he or even his father have been alive. He's so tired of the fighting. He doesn’t have much hope that Aldwig and Gawain will ever get along, but he’s found a tentative ally in the third son, Tamlin. Rhys is confident that he can get the male to cooperate with him, and he’s been so desperate for a project, for a challenge, that he will cling to every shred of hope he can draw out of the Spring Court princeling. Maybe in his lifetime there will finally be peace. And wouldn't that be something worth fighting for.

Rhys is 90 years old and he's flying again. He's slowly been putting himself back together, piece after piece handed to him by a stranger. He dreams of cool Spring nights, of music, of dancing in the dark with flowers in his hair. He dreams of green grass glistening with dew in the morning, of freedom, of seeing his stars from another angle. He finally feels as young as he is.

Rhys is 100 years old and he’s split down the middle. There are few nights where he doesn't travel south to see Tamlin. Their fathers can't know, so they meet in the other Courts where there are fewer eyes on them, and they don’t interact in public beyond what little diplomacy is expected in their respective roles. Cassian and Azriel are the only ones who know that their secret alliance has bloomed into an even more secret friendship, and even though they don’t exactly approve they don’t say anything. They're his, after all, not his father's. And so is Tamlin.

Together, they break into Thesan’s herb garden and the forbidden lower levels of the library on Thíva, they brave the deep forests of the Middle and climb The Mountain to touch the sky. Rhys is barely sleeping but he's happy. He’s so ridiculously, obscenely happy that it feels like a dream.

Rhys is 112 years old and he dreams of killing the High Lord of the Spring Court, slowly, painfully. He wants to break every bone in his body like he has broken his son’s bones. He wants to make him bleed. He wants to shred his mind to pieces. But more than that he wants to grab Tamlin and take him somewhere far away from his horrible family. Maybe the Night Court. Maybe further. Maybe they'll travel the world together, like he once dreamed when he was a child. Their options are endless, he only needs to convince Tamlin to take the leap with him.

Rhys is 134 years old and he’s in love for the first time. He’s been in love for a while now, but he doesn’t quite understand it yet and to be perfectly honest he’s scared of understanding, of grasping fully what that means for him, and for his Court. All he knows is that for better or for worse, everything will change if he dares to act on these feelings. So he doesn’t dare. Not yet. I love you. It's on the tip of his tongue and he dreams of being brave enough to say it. He just needs a little more time.

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Rhysand is 135 years old and he is wide awake. Now that the shock is wearing off all that remains is the pain. There is so much of it, and he doesn’t know where to put it, so he locks it inside. Rhysand is caving in on himself. He dreams of turning back time just a few weeks. He dreams of being ignorant again.

Rhysand is 138 years old and he dreams of giving it all back. He doesn’t want to be High Lord anymore. He’s barely holding on; the only reason he’s still standing is because Cassian and Azriel hold him up. He feels so heavy. He dreams of flying with his mother and sister.

Rhysand is 185 years old. There is an uprising in Illyria. He wanted to be different from his father, do more, do better. It turns out he has neither the energy nor the support to change things. Later, he tells himself. He dreams of a time where he didn't have his own people's blood on his hands.

Rhysand is 216 years old. Mor is back from the Continent. She'll be taking over the Hewn City for a short time while he recuperates, and then they'll restructure the Court together just like they dreamed they would when they were younger. They'll fix it, he knows they can. But at night, when he's all alone again, he dreams of finding an equal, someone to share this burden with.

Rhysand is 335 years old. It's been 200 years since he last saw his mother. He hasn't slept in nearly a year. He dreams of her dark curly hair, and of Riona’s clever eyes. He sees them every time he looks in the mirror. He hopes he never forgets them, no matter how much it hurts to remember.

Rhys is 417 years old and he’s soaked from head to toe in ice cold water. The snow is wet and heavy this year and he’s lost their snowball fight for the first time in six years. The pure joy on Cassian’s face is worth the cold feet though, and knowing there’s a nice hot steam room waiting for them makes everything more bearable. Later, they will join Mor and Amren at the Townhouse to exchange gifts. He has a family again, one that is whole, one that sees his dreams as he sees theirs. His Court of Dreams.

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Rhysand is 486 years old and his dreams have turned into nightmares. Only this one he can’t wake from. He is trapped and there is nothing he can do.

Rhysand is 500 years old and he dreams of home. He dreams of Velaris, tucked safely in the shadow of the mountains out west. He dreams of his family. At least his family is safe.

Rhysand is 514 years old and he dreams of running away, far away, somewhere she can't touch him. He dreams of the greenest grass, of clear, cool nights and flowers, a life that feels so far removed from the one he's living now.

Rhysand is 520 years old and he dreams of the warmth of his mother’s arms. He dreams of the sun on his face, of the silver glow of the moon in the sky. He dreams of stars. He hasn’t seen his stars in so long.

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Rhys is 534 years old. He dreams of her and only her, every night. His mate. One day, she will share his dreams. One day, they will dream together.

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#someone get this man some therapy #rhysandweek2023 #rhysand #acotar #tamsand #night court

[scoobydoodean]

I was thinking about Sam running off to Flagstaff in relation to Dean going to Sonny's. Must have been about the same time if Sam was 12.

So is it that no one was super concerned when Dean 'was missing' for months so Sam thought his 2 week adventure was no big deal.

Or was Dean left at Sonny's as punishment for losing Sam.

Neither paint a great picture of John, but the first does make Sam's attitude to running away more understandable (plus John's constant disappearing act wouldn't help). Either way, I think s5 sam is still immature enough to think 'you left, dad left, whys it only a problem when I do'.

So, 5.16 doesn't mention Sam's age when he ran away, but I estimated around 12 because of 11.08 "Just My Imagination", and how it centers around Sam considering running away for the first time as a kid. Though it isn't to get away from their dad—it's neglect that drives him, and then he ends up leaving to find and join John and Dean on their hunt without John's permission to try and prove himself. I actually went back to double check though, and 11.08 takes place in 1992, so Sam was actually around 10. This doesn't give us a very solid timeline—just enough to say Flagstaff probably happened after Sam turned 10. "Bad Boys" takes place in 1995, when Sam is around 12. Sam's dietary preference for "Funions and Mr. Pibb" probably still suggests he was young—from 10-13 when Flagstaff happened—because by 1997 flashbacks in 4.13 "After School Special", Sam has settled on college as his method of escape, and I don't think his hopes for full ride scholarships mesh with plots to run away and have to fend for himself. In fact, I am fairly certain Sam spent all of high school with his nose stuck in a book at every possible moment. Having to worry about his own food or lodging or the lack of credentials being a runaway wouldn't be logical in achieving his goal.

It's very possible Flagstaff happens after "Bad Boys", but it's also possible it happens before. That said, the story John told Sam about Flagstaff was that Dean got lost on a hunt, and John had to go and find him. He dropped Sam off at Bobby's for a couple of months, making Sam think John was actually searching for Dean that whole time:

Yeah. Uh, y-you disappeared. Dad came back. You were gone. He shipped me off to Bobby's for a couple months and went and… found you. You were lost on a hunt or something.

Did "Lost on a hunt" mean John told Sam that Dean got captured by a monster, or that Dean left Sam alone to hunt on his own...? Hard to say.

That said, we also get this nugget from Dean in 14.12 "Prophet and Loss":

I know things got dicey… you know, with dad… the way he was. And I just… I didn’t always look out for you the way that I should’ve. I mean, I had my own stuff, you know. In order to keep the peace, it probably looked like I took his side quite a bit. Sometimes when I was… when I was away, you know it wasn’t ‘cause I just ran out, right? Dad would… he would send me away when I really pissed him off. I think you knew that.

I have no beef with Sam running away, as I have said a couple of times now. I don't care if Sam runs away. In the case of Flagstaff—kids, especially, run away. I just think that from Dean's side, what hurts the most is that Sam never thinks back and reexamines running away to Flagstaff as an adult, and thinks about how dangerous it was, and how terrified Dean must have been, and how angry their father must have been with Dean.

#mail #the flannel business #5.16 #season 5

[3tabbiesandalab]

Chicken Soup and Calamine Lotion

This is for the lovely Anon who sent me my very first request last week. I hope you enjoy!

Sick & doesn't think much of himself Rhett Abbott x Reader

Rhett woke up felt like absolute fucking shit. He couldn’t recall feeling this awful without it being self-inflicted. When he didn’t come down for breakfast that morning, Cecelia had come to rouse him and shrieked at the sight of him. Chickenpox in an adult wasn’t such as common thing, but Rhett had never been vaccinated or caught it as a kid, so here he was 28, feverish, headachy and covered in blisters.

As soon as Cecelia has seen him, she kicked him out of the house and relegated him to the loft above the barn and left him to fend for himself. She said she didn’t want Amy to get sick, seeing as she’d never had it, but Rhett’s pretty sure he got it from one of the kids from her school, so she’d end up with it anyways. But he like always, he did what he was told, even though it meant copping the short end of the stick.

Rhett was miserable, partly due to his ailment and, although he was used to it, he was little upset because his family didn’t seem to give two shits about him at all. But the main reason for his suffering, was he was missing out on his first date with YFN, the girl that had stolen his heart.

YFN was the new nurse at the local clinic, and she was totally out of his league. He’d first seen her at a ‘Parent’s Day’ celebration at Amy’s school, she was there getting to know the people of town and he attended his niece’s request. Perry had been unavailable due to one of his episodes, so Rhett reluctantly had stepped in his stead.

He knew the people town didn’t think that much of him. Rhett couldn’t really blame them; he had a reputation as being bad news after all. Riding, drinking, fucking and trouble was all he was good for. It wasn’t exactly the path that Rhett had chosen for himself, but he certainly hadn’t done much to change the course.

Rhett had noticed her pretty face the moment he’d arrived, she practically lit up the room with her sweet smile and musical laugh. But he’d also seen the hushed whispers of others in her ear, no doubt warning her off the youngest Abbott boy. So Rhett was very surprised when YFN ignored them all and came up to him and introduced herself. She was the total opposite of him – sweet, smart, friendly, and funny, and so goddamn beautiful. She was too good for him, Rhett knew that, but he was instantly smitten.

He’d known for a while that it was time for him to change, but now he had a really good reason to. Rhett promised himself he wouldn’t pursue YFN until he was someone who was worthy of her. That wasn’t easy, seeing as he’d been made to believe he wasn’t worth much his whole life. Just a useless, troublesome, second son. Nonetheless, Rhett put in the effort to change his life, slowing the drinking, quitting all other women, and keeping his nose clean with the sheriff.

He couldn’t help but gravitate towards YFN. They talked when they saw each other in town, danced together at the Handsome Gambler and even flirted when he ended up in the clinic with some injury. Rhett had no idea what she saw in him, and he still felt like he didn’t deserve her, didn’t really feel like he deserved much at all. But he had fallen head over heels for YFN and couldn’t wait any longer to ask her out.

So a couple of days ago, Rhett finally worked up the nerve and found YFN on her lunch break, a bunch of wildflowers in his hand and asked her on a date. She simply rolled her eyes at him and told him it had taken him long enough, before kissing him in full view of anyone passing by. Rhett couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, that was until he woke up this morning feeling like hell.

Rhett had no idea what time it was, he’d been laying in the loft drifting in and out of sleep between fevers and headaches and the intense need to itch the blisters all over his body. His family hadn’t bothered to drop in food or anything for the pain or itch yet, so he was suffering quite a bit. Rhett heard the barn door open and footsteps on the stairs to the loft, hopefully meaning his family had finally remembered to come check on him.

“Rhett? You in here?” YFN’s honey voice filled the air.

“YFN? What… whatcha doin’ here?” Rhett said confused as he popped his head out from under the covers.

YFN put down the large box she was carrying and crossed the small room towards the bed and smiled at him sweetly. “We had a date, or did you forget? Can’t believe you’re in the bloody barn when you’re sick.” she said with a concerned look on her face.

“I would never forget ya. Got kicked out of the house. Ya shouldn’t be here darlin’. Don’t want ya to get sick.” Rhett gave her a weak smile in return.

YFN looked visibly upset “Have they even looked in on you?”

He sighed “No. But they got more important things to worry ‘bout.”

“Oh sweet boy. You’re so important. Don’t worry ‘bout me. I’ve had chickenpox before. Lemme check you out hmm.” she smiled gently at him.

Rhett keened at the name and stared at her in awe. YFN drew back the blankets and he was hot and sweaty, his face, neck, and torso covered in pox. She had a serious look on her face as she felt his forehead and assessed his general condition.

“Ya don’t have to waste ya time worryin’ ‘bout me.” Rhett said softly as she tutted over the blisters he’d been trying hard not to scratch.

YFN looked at him quizzically then her face softened “Time spent with you would never be a waste, Rhett. Let’s get you sorted out, ok?”

Rhett nodded dumbly. He wasn’t used to hearing things like that.

“We’ve gotta get your fever down baby and get you to stop itchin’ or you’ll scar that pretty face of yours.” she said, sweet smile on her face.

He chuckled “Ya must be crazy with a fever if ya think my mug is pretty.”

YFN shook her head “Nope not crazy. You’re the prettiest man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Now take these, they’ll help with your temperature and the itch.” and she handed him some pills and water.

Rhett felt himself blush and did what he was told and took the medicine. He knew he’d do anything she’d ever ask of him.

YFN took his hand and pulled him to his feet and pushed him towards the small bathroom “Now into the shower with you, not too hot so it doesn’t flare up your skin. I promise it’ll make you feel better.”

“Yes ma’am.” he said and slowly made his way to the old bathroom and turned on the shower as instructed. Rhett didn’t quite know what to make of the situation. He’d never had a woman take care of him before. It took a while for the crappy shower to warm up, but once had, Rhett hoped in and stood under the water. YFN was right, it felt good, and he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

He heard the shower curtain being pulled back and opened his eyes to a very naked YFN hoping into the shower with him. Despite being sick, Rhett couldn’t help but let his eyes wander the expanse of skin in front of him. From her lovely face to her full tits, smooth stomach, flared hips and the dark thatch of curls between her thick thighs.

“Ah-hm. My eyes are up here” YFN cleared her throat and his eyes flicked back up the smirk on her face, “As much as I’m admiring the view as well, we’ll save that for when you’re feeling better hmm.”

“S-sorry. Can’t help it. Ya fuckin’ gorgeous.” Rhett said apologetically but with a wry smile. “What are ya doin’ in here?” he asked.

YFN poured some shampoo in her hands and stepped towards him “Takin’ care of you. Turn around.” she directed.

He did just that and felt YFN massage her hands through his hair. Rhett closed his eyes and revelled in the feeling of her touching him and even though he was sick, it felt amazing, and he couldn’t help but get half hard. She dragged the shampoo suds down over his neck, shoulders and back and dipped lower over his ass. Rhett started to shiver.

“Turn around.” YFN commanded lightly, and Rhett did exactly what he was told, he was putty in her hands.

She washed his arms, chest, fingers tracing the tattoo on his pec as she went. Eyes still closed, Rhett felt her spread the suds to his stomach, and lower stopping just short of his cock and he held in a moan.

“Next time okay sweet boy. Now rinse off.” he heard her almost whisper.

He quickly washed his legs and the other places she hadn’t touched and let the water rinse the shampoo off his hair and body. Rhett opened his eyes to look at YFN. She was wet from the water, had a small shy smile and her cheeks and neck flushed pink. God was she a sight. Rhett’s body began to shake slightly, from his fever or having her so close to him, he didn’t know.

YFN shut off the water “Come on let’s get you back to bed baby. I don’t want you to freeze and I still gotta cover you in calamine lotion.”

She wrapped a fluffy towel around Rhett and quickly dried herself before gently helping him dry off too before guiding him back to the freshly made bed. “Where’d ya get the linens from?” he thought out aloud, in awe of her thoughtfulness and he still had no idea what he’d done to deserve it.

YFN sighed “I ah might’ve gone to the house first and had words with your family. I don’t think I’m very popular.” as she handed him some fresh boxer shorts to step into.

Rhett looked at her in wonder as she gently pushed him to sit on the bed “Ya had it out with my family?” he murmured.

“Uh-huh. Not sure your daddy likes me very much. But they can’t just put you out here and leave you to fend for yourself. Adults with chickenpox can get seriously ill.” YFN said becoming slightly agitated as she furiously shook a bottle of pinkish liquid.

Rhett gently placed his hand on her arm, and she relaxed at his touch “If it makes ya feel any better, he doesn’t like me much neither.” he chuckled.

That earned a small smile from YFN, and she started dabbing the pink liquid on his blisters. Rhett hissed at the cool sensation, but it felt good on his itchy skin.

“Sorry sweet boy. The calamine lotion is a bit cold at first, but it’ll dry down and help with the itch.” she cooed as she stippled the liquid all over his body. Rhett smiled softly at her and watched YFN while she worked, her brows furrowed in concentration.

After a short while, YFN stopped what she was doing and locked eyes with him “Rhett. You know they’re stupid if they don’t like you, stupid if they don’t see the person you are. People are always remindin’ me that you’re wild and lost, but I tell ‘em they’re wrong. I see you tryin’ to change, even though you don’t have to. You’re perfect just as you are - a kind, loving, hard-working man with a good heart.”

Rhett sucked in a small breath, he was stunned. No one had ever talked about him like that or defended him, much less gone up against his family. He gazed at her face in amazement, and she smiled sweetly at him, adoration in her eyes.

“I know you don’t believe it. But you will baby. I’ll make sure of it.” she said simply and kissed him softly. It felt amazing but Rhett’s body began to tremble, and his teeth chattered and YFN laughed lightly, “Right back into bed with you.”

Rhett cursed his stupid body for ruining the moment but did what he was told and got under the covers to warm up. He watched as YFN dropped her towel and dressed herself. She winked at him and exaggerated her movements, not hiding her gorgeous curvy body from his appreciative stare.

She walked over to the box she’d brought and pulled out a thermos and mugs and hopped into bed with him. “Dinner and a show for our first official date.” she said cheekily, and Rhett laughed as she poured what looked like chicken soup into a mug for him. God she was so fucking sweet, he still couldn’t believe that she cared about him or that anyone would go to all this trouble for him.

“Darlin’ this isn’t exactly what I had planned.” he mused as he sipped the soup, “Mmm this is nice. Ya make this just for me?” and YFN nodded wide smile on her face.

They chatted and laughed as they ate, Rhett despite being sick and so goddamn itchy, had never felt so fortunate and happy. He was in awe of YFN.

Rhett looked at her as his eyes and body started to get heavy with fatigue and said softly “A beautiful, smart, funny girl feedin’ me, takin’ care of me. Gonna have to marry ya ‘fore ya come to ya senses and see I ain’t worth the trouble.”

YFN frowned then smiled lovingly at him “Well if that’s what it takes to show you, you’re worth it, I’ll do it tomorrow.” she replied as she removed the mug from his hand and pushed him gently to lay down.

Rhett yawned “Even when I’m covered in pox and pink shit?” he joked lazily as his eyes fluttered closed.

“I told you already. You’re the prettiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’m gone when it comes to you. Sweet dreams Rhett.” he heard YFN’s honey voice reply and felt her shift beside him, and he wrapped his arms around her instinctively.

Rhett hummed in contentment. His fuzzy brain still couldn’t believe anyone would want him or treat him so well. He was completely gone for YFN too. And he would do anything to be worthy of her.

As exhaustion pulled him under, and Rhett whispered “Thank ya so much for this darlin’. Promise our second date will be better, okay?”

Almost fully asleep he didn’t quite catch YFN’s reply but it sounded like “I love you sweet boy.” and Rhett vowed to himself as soon as he woke up, he would tell her how much he loved her too.

#rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #outer range fic #outer range #lewis pullman #request granted #hope you enjoy #anon request

[xatsperesso]

Really we need more fics/headcanons about Iruma's traumas. What his parents did to him is often showed as a joke but it's not.

The trauma of the Harvest Festival showed that he suffers of big abandonnement issues, that he fears to be alone again. He FEARS his parents and what their presence would mean.

His kindness/willingness to help every people who ask for it is a result of what they did to him, even if Iruma has naturally a very kind nature.

Of course he starts to change, but until recently he was not used that adults care for him and protect him. When he has asking to Kalego to save him against Atori was very new. It was literally the first time that he really asked to a adult to save him.

It probably mean that the teachers in the human world didn't pay attention at him. They didn't realize that he was abused and neglected, that he was more a slave for his parents that their child. No adults noticed that he was suffering. No adults asked question about "why a child works for me". No one CARED.

No wonder that he didn't trust adults/teachers before. It take one year for that he feel finally safe with his demons teachers, enough to scream "sensei" when he felt in danger. Or to feel enough comfortable to be alone with them/eats with them/feel asleep near of them (in the teacher dorm visit).

He get used to the friendship in this class but I think that it may be too soon for romantic love for him. He doesn't need it for now. He needs to feel loved. He needs to get first used to feel safe, loved by friends and family and all.

And finally Iruma and Food. It's turned as a joke but Iruma eats a lot. First he was saying "you'll never know when you'll be able to eat again" but in this world he has never lacked food, so he should eat less after some time. And if Azz and Clara needed to create the "snack police" it's that Iruma eats too much snacks in a day (he hides to eat his snacks sometimes).

He didn't gain weight so i guess that it's just for the laugh.

I really wonder if some teachers didn't have some "red flags" with Iruma, especially at the beginning. I think that Murmur would the best to speak with Iruma about his traumas but then Sulllivan would be forced to put him in the "secret gang" with Balam, Opera, Bachiko and himself.

Ya see, this is why fanfics hit differently. Why i read them

Because unlike the official manga in any series I've read so far, fanfic tackle the trauma

Past trauma, recent trauma. The fanfic author gives our characters space to breathe, to heal. Something the manga writers can't really do

Because they need to grab readers attention. While fanfic writers are just doing this for free. They're doing it for themselves, so they do whatever feels right to them without worrying about the readers getting bored (some do worry, and this is your daily reminder that those who read fanfics are already attached to the characters, so do whatev you want in your story. No matter what you'll find a lil' cult loving it)

Iruma went through a lot, and I dont think he's yet processed how fucked up his life has been until now.

His parents absence = never feeling safe. Never feeling loved

His parents manipulating him to work and earn money for them (not sure if it's manipulation but it's still awful)

As you said, all the adults not saying/noticing anything, so they cannot be trusted

All the near death scenarios he's went through

Him living in a forest. No roof over his head, food not guaranteed. Having to fend off predators and other animals off his food

And then when he went to the demon world it just kept getting worse

He almost blew off his limbs, and a teacher said to his face that they wanted to see it happen (I understand there's a difference between human and demon culture, but this was iruma's first week)

Almost falling to his death because a teacher pushed him (again, difference between humans/ demons so can't really be blamed)

Kirio, the first person to really show him the difference between humans and demons

Almost losing his first friend (making an assumption here) because of his own choices

The harvest festivals. I don't think one breakdown is enough for the shit that has happened in his past life

And then iruma almost getting kidnapped by atori. I refuse to believe he was able to sleep for a while. I heard the elevator in my apartment complex moving and got up to check the front door was locked. There’s no way he was able to just sleep after what happened in the heartbreaker.

A lot of shit happened since he came to the demon world

but his life in the demon world is way better than before.

Now he has guardians that truly care about him

Now he has friends that love him, and teachers that support him

And even if something happened. If somehow, in the very worst scenario possible, he'll still have Ali-san, his number one supporter (tied with sulli and azz)

There's more danger, his chances of dying is higher, the very maddening thought that once his secret comes out everyone will reject him is always there

But i still believe that his life in Babyls is better

At the very least, if something was to happen, he would have known what it feels like to be loved, if even for a moment

#fuck im sad now #i was not ready to write this #will continue in another post cause that's a good ending #my 10th grade teacher would be proud #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #iruma kun #iruma kun spoilers #mairimashita manga #mairimashita iruma kun #m!ik spoilers #naberius kalego #alice asmodeus #sullivan #opera san #clara valac #amiy kirio #atori (m!ik) #balam shichirou #kalego sensei #my way to lighten the mood

[domesantis]

Keith and his Fanny Packs and Boots to bed

disclaimer: first post, extremely new to tumblr. but of course my first post HAD to be voltron-related, and it's about keith and his fanny packs and boots. (A stupid, small analysis)

in S1 E2, in the first minute we see Allura doing an unannounced drill (albeit dramatically) to evaluate the readiness, vigilance and speed of the newly recruited pilots. Other than Shiro, he seems to have the best mastery of these traits as he launches across the room to grab his jacket (Wow. His first instinct. Gotta dive into that sooner or later) then get out one second later.

Many people have pointed out the sheer absurdity and comedy of Keith wearing his fanny packs and boots to bed. How uncomfortable can that be? At conclusion, this scene was boiled down to just a trivial animation mistake and I also think that's all it is. But, out of fun, I want to look deeper into this "mistake" (Although many people have already probably concluded my upcoming analysis and I'm just late to the bandwagon.)

His fanny packs and boots are the solid testament to his life.

In later seasons, we find out that Keith has been practically raising himself throughout his childhood. He had an absent, dead (secretly alive) mother and also a completely dead father. In an optimistic sense, at least his father passed when Keith was 10 (?) years old, having a fragment of paternal love and care despite it being abruptly cut off. Oddly enough, orphanages aren't a thing in his time.

As if being stripped of parental love wasn't cruel enough, he also faced ostracization and bullying throughout his entire childhood without any adult to stand up for him whatsoever. Until around he was 16-17, Shiro saw his potential and eventually developed into his implied father figure. Then Shiro disappeared after a year, leaving him all alone once again.

So, during the timeframes before and after he met Shiro, he was left all alone to fend for himself. He lives in an almost dilapidated, shabby shack in the middle of a desert, naturally leaving security unattended and nonexistent.

Of course, for a child/teenager, this predicament alone would transpire paranoia especially when you're in the middle of nowhere with the imminent anxiety of wild beasts/animals without any nearby protection.

Onto my main point now.

Keith is a teenager that was left to fend for himself all alone. Not only does he have no parents, but also he lives in the middle of nowhere and faces extreme ostracization and bullying. His school is an extremely emotionally and physically unsafe environment for him, and so is his shack. Consequently, he makes it a priority to always keep his guard up everywhere at any time. He isn't familiar with the notion of a "safe space". (Perhaps he only literally experiences that concept when he forms a deep connection with a bunch of other teenagers in outer space. Now that's a safe space. LOL)

His only resort and closest alternative to a "safe space"? His dagger, fanny pack, and boots.

Boots, to immediately escape the grasp of an intruder/emergency;

His fanny pack, presumably with all his survival essentials in it, in case of any emergency;

And his dagger, to defend himself.

All of which are stationed on him.

When you've spent the majority of your life alone with absolutely nobody to depend on, vigilance and paranoia creeps itself onto your daily routine. Most likely, Keith feels naked and vulnerable without them, because these three are his fundamental objects of safety.

So, he learnt readiness, vigilance, and speed not by training, but through cruelty. Of course, even with the reassurance of sleeping in a high-security advanced spaceship, old habits die hard. He'd rather sleep through discomfort rather than face danger.

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this would be so good for a klance hurt/comfort fic. just lance slowly easing keith into introducing the possibility of safety and vulnerability coexisting together instead of having to choose between the two. i GOTTA write something like this soon

keith needs a hug bro

#voltron

[buckybarnesss]

I was thinking the other day, Stiles has really gone through so much with his mom. There's being with her when she died (and the rush of relief/guilt that must have brought), dealing with her forgetting him and attacking him, and then having to fend off a magical clone of her in season 6.

It's interesting to me because no one else really has this level of parental trauma, and it's reoccurring in Stiles' narrative even though he never really talks about it. It's like it really is too personal for him to talk about with anyone, maybe not even Scott.

stiles as a character only makes sense when viewed from the lens of the trauma left by his mother's condition and death. claudia died when stiles was 8 years old and by that point she had gone through severe deterioration both mentally and physically.

we don't know when claudia started exhibiting over symptoms of dementia but i would hazard a guess of maybe 2-3 years seeing as she had a child within the last eight years of her life and stiles has memory of claudia before she was ill. still. it's way too young for him to fully understand what is happening.

like he internalized claudia's delusions that he was trying to kill her to the point of believing it on some level and believed that he was going to kill his father too. like jesus fucking christ.

his anxiety and obsessiveness surrounding his father's health and safety stems directly back to losing claudia. it's why he's so terrified of losing his friends.

hot take here i think his infatuation with lydia is wrapped up in feelings about claudia. he says he's been in love with her since the 3rd grade which would've been around the same time claudia passed. he latched onto lydia martin as a concept and didn't start seeing her as a real person until season 3.

his speech to her in master plan wasn't stiles talking to lydia it was talking to the lydia that was the stand in for his mother.

"you see, death doesn't happen to you, lydia. it happens to everyone around you, to all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they're going to now live the rest of their lives without you in it."

it's why their relationship cannot progress romantically until the ghost of his mother is exorcised, but i haven't fully watched 6a yet and i still don't really view a romantic relationship between them as necessarily healthy.

but speaking of 6a, jesus christ the level of trauma of stiles has due to having to endure people forgetting about him. especially his father. his mother already forgot him once and died now his dad too? plus his closest friends. stiles's greatest fear come to life.

like with derek the trauma stiles endures isn't really talked about. stiles witnessed the mechanic get crushed by his jeep in abomination while being rendered helpless to do anything but watch and that's just glossed the fuck over.

this doesn't get into the relationship stiles has with his dad because that's all kinds of tangled. noah stilinski isn't a perfect father. there's definitely a level of stiles being both treated as a child and as an adult by his dad.

and you're right stiles resolutely doesn't discuss it with anyone. it's like he's taken it as his burden to bear and that's it. stiles keeps people emotionally at arms length as some measure of protection for himself. he's not really willing to crack himself open and share. emotionally vulnerability scares him.

one of the few times we see him really open and raw in front of others is when he's trying to talk scott down in motel california and holy shit stiles was fully prepared to just die with scott. you could say he was bluffing but was he? was he really?

the kids ain't alright in teen wolf. allison was never more right when she broke down saying "we're just a bunch of teenagers. we can't handle this."

they all need therapy.

#my blog #teen wolf #thoughts on teen wolf #stiles stilisnki

[jorisjurgen]

@dullard more of your questions from the ask game (sorry it took a while)

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Atcham: Honestly, its kinda underwhelming compared to the other two. He feels guilty for sending Kerubim glitter bombs for the first 8 years of Joris's life. He feels bad for putting a bike lock on the door once too. He's also guilty about not supporting Joris enough when he was like 11-17yo.

Kerubim: When Joris was a baby, he kept dropping things on him, and accidentally scratching him. Joris still has scars from it. Besides that, he feels bad about Joris's childhood in general, even if Joris doesn't remember some parts as well as he does. He also feels bad that he's kinda grateful that Julith and Jahash died and he raised Joris in their stead, even if he'll never tell Joris about his feelings. (If he did, he'd learn that Joris is grateful for this too, and does not feel bad about that.)

Also sometimes, when Joris is away, he likes to lie to customers that he has a wayward son who has Left him, at such an old age, to fend for himself all alone. It's not true and makes him feel guilty, but he likes the sympathy it gathers. Once or twice Joris finds out about this, and neither of them talk about it.

Joris: Same thing as Kerubim - whenever Kerubim and Atcham die he has to care for them, and he's not that good at it. He feels bad about bathing them and clipping their claws.

Besides that, he does something similar to Keke - sometimes, while talking to someone in travels, if its not someone he'll meet ever again, he will make shit up about having an Evil Bad father in who Ruined his life. (he will never admit there's some truth to this. He is merely making shit up for confidentiality, for the sake of throwing people off, for the sake of them Relating to him, you see. Haha... Totally)

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

Atcham: He tells people, at least through his behaviour, that he wants to be regarded as a dangerous person - that he wants them to fear him. In reality, he mostly just wants respect from his peers. He'd also like to make more friends who he's somewhat close with, but he's not good at emotional stuff.

Also in terms of Kerubim, there was a lot going on when he was trying to kill him. Like... He did say he wanted to make him into a coat. I think he wanted to be Kerubim - to have his looks and his success. I think he wanted Kerubim all to himself, without others, like Ecaflip or other ecaflips coming between them. I also think he wanted an apology (mind you, if Keke actually gave him one, Atch would completely ignore it.)

Kerubim: He acts like he wants to be a cool macho man. He actually just wants to be with his loved ones and have fun. He acts aloof, but he wants to be held by someone who won't leave.

I think that while Atcham's murder attempts were annoying, it was almost comforting that this guy would never leave him be. Though it was also sad, because that's not the sort of relationship he wanted with Atch.

With his wants regarding Joris things are even more crazy - he may say he wants Joris to do whatever he wants, and that he's proud, but I think he really, really misses Joris being dependent on him. I think he likes it when adult Joris is sick or hurt and he can care for him, even though it makes Joris feel undignified. Basically, he says he likes that Joris is all independent and professional (and he kinda does, he IS proud) but he wishes he were still baby. Normal parent stuff.

Joris: He tells everyone and himself that he wants to do good and uphold justice, and in part it is true, but he also likes and wants power and respect of others. He has a bit of an imposter syndrome when it comes to like, everything, so he needs other people to approve of what he's doing.

Also making his ecaflips call him dad is both good for getting people to ask less questions, which is probably what he tells himself - and marking himself as Keke and Atch's owner cjsjcjsksk. Black dragons are possessive....

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

Atcham: "Maybe I did lie." (Smirks) (Crosses hands) "...Really are you ssstupid? Why would I lie about brakmarian swords. You are stupid. I am going to beat you to death."

Kerubim: "ME?! KERUBIM CREPIN?! LYING????"

Joris: Seethes. Starts planning to slash that person's tires in his mind. Thinks of all the ways to poison the food and drinks of those who wronged him.

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

Atcham: When Kerubim and Joris get hurt. He considers himself the most capable and competent in their team, at least in part because he is. Joris always rushes in, and there have been multiple times he got caught in traps, or was stopped from doing thay by Atcham. Kerubim isn't always physically fit, because he can spend as many decades tending to his store as he can adventuring - without either of these two things getting boring, while Atcham always tries to keep himself in the fighting shape.

So because of this - he feels responsibility for them inthe battlefield. He's not a tanky guy, but he tries to take the hits meant for them om himself. And when they get hurt, he feels so, so much guilt.

The funny thing is that when he's guilty or ashamed he gets angry, and yells at whoever is closest... By which I mean Kerubim and Joris. So it's a very "(got so guilty about how a battle went he almost cried) SSSTOP WHINING ABOUT YOUR STUPID BROKEN LEG, SSSERUBIM" and "IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO LEAVE YOU TO DIE, JOROS, ACTUALLY ASK FOR HELP WHEN YOU NEED TO CHANGE YOUR STAB WOUND BANDAGES, SSSTUPID IDIOT."

Kerubim: He feels guilty if Joris gets hurt, and he feels guilty if Atcham has to protect him. It feels unfair, that even though he and Atcham had such a difficult childhood, and nobody protected Atcham, - Atcham keeps having to protect him. He'd like to change his habits and keep fit as an old man, but it would take away from the Awesome stuff, like reading and talking to people.

When Joris gets hurt, he feels like he failed completely. Unlike him and Atch, if Joris dies it's OVER. So a lot of his attention is on Joris, during missions. He knows Joris is capable, but also...., thats his baby.

He apologizes a lot, compulsively. Maybe cries. It might seem likes making everything about himself - but he's just that distressed. He's not chill about stuff.

Joris: He can take Atcham and Kerubim dying in the most insane and gruesome ways. He's seen that just a few times, Nd it's never good, but there's a comfort to knowing they'll be back.

He can deal with mortal people dying too. But long wars, catastrophes, he feels a lot of guilt about not being able to help better.

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

Atcham: [vile slurs omitted]

Kerubim: Either with a very bright smile or by politely averting his eyes.

Joris: 😶🧍

How do they greet someone they like / love?

Atcham: A smile as if you were gone for 40 years and presumed dead. That, or literally no reaction. He's not really good at expressing his feelings.

If its Kerubim and Joris, then he immediately starts complaining about some random thing (they are all haters).

Kerubim: ":D!!!!!" He treats everyone as if they're close friends. Very fond, very happy, big gestures, stories...

But if it's someone he really really loves (and by wakfu times, that's like 2 people in the world), it's different — there's a degree of calm and quiet reverence.

Joris: A small knowing smile that says that he likes them, explicitly. He doesn't like big gestures, at best, he likes giving gifts, but he always passes it off as something random.

If it's Keke and Atch though, there might not be a smile. They don't need that to know he likes them. Really, it depends on his mood.

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

Atcham: He speaks like a brakmarian... from 600 years in the past. He uses some very old words. And he has probably infected Joris and Kerubim with them too.

Kerubim: a lot of pandawa words due to his love of learning and alcoholism.

Joris: by ecaflip, ecaflipping, by the big tease's big bouncy pink belly, by the ace of ecaflip, by ecaflip's nine tails--- he suppresses this as hard as he can.

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

Atcham: Kerubim and Joris or both of them. When he's scared, they know exactly what to say. He wishes he were this good at comforting. If it's something deadly, then he's likely to want Keke to comfort him. If it's something social, from conflicts with others to "man I sure hope this won't turn into a war", - then Joris.

Kerubim: Joris, and secondly Atcham. He feels selfish for it. Both of these are pessimists, unlike Keke's cheery optimist self, but it's so endearing, listening to them trying to be positive.

Sometimes, at night he likes to look at Joris as he sleeps, if something bad happened recently. (Nobody tell him all three of them do this)

Joris: Kerubim. It's always going to be Kerubim. Despite everything, he still feels like Kerubim is just a bit more smarter and capable than him. He's in a bit of a denial that this is a parent-child thing, though. Or that every time he sees something horrid or almost dies, he wants Keke to hold him.

When he isn't there, Joris and Atcham can comfort one another, but it's very much a "the visionless leading the blind" situation.

#ask game #crepinposting #ro.txt

[masterhallmark]

Frick it, I'm doing this

Fox's Peter Pan and the Pirates Captain HookxFemReader

🪝 At first he's shocked when he discovers you. "A lady in Neverland!? An actual, PROPER lady?! Not some fairy, mermaid, or opera singing sea siren?!...What on Earth is she wearing, though?"

🪝 Well it wouldn't be proper for a gentleman such as himself to leave a lady to fend for herself all alone on the island!

🪝 One way or another, he's bringing you onto the ship. It's for your own safety. Neverland is a dangerous place. Hook is a giant of a man, he can pick you up like you weigh nothing, though he'd rather offer his arm and escort you.

Seriously look at him, those are adults he's standing next to

🪝 He's careful to make sure you don't sleep in the same quarters as his men. That would be WILDLY inappropriate. And he has some spare dresses he stole a while back in storage that you can use.

🪝 He tries to find out as much as he can about you and how you landed in Neverland, and quickly finds that you are much more intelligent and educated company than his crew, and starts to plan to win your love.

🪝 He takes you for walks. He gives you gifts. He writes poems. He has dinner alone with you. He proclaims his love and insists he cannot live without you, so why put the wedding off any longer? But he'll wait if you wish. It's only a matter of time. He is confident he will win your heart.

🪝 His arms are strong and protective.

🪝 Wait, IS THAT PETER PAN?! Hang on, he'll be right back (you hear the fight taking place outside) Ok, that's over, now where were you? He apologizes for the interruption as he continues to woo you

🪝 Shortly after you agree to marry him, he offers to allow you to sleep in his cabin from now on.

🪝 He won't admit it to his men, but he enjoys having you in his arms at night, even though it means he has to be more careful with his hook and the dagger he keeps under his pillow in case of ambush

🪝 His life just got a WHOLE lot better thanks to you

#foxs peter pan and the pirates #Fox's Peter Pan and the Pirates #captain hook #Captain HookxFemReader #Captain HookXReader #90's cartoons #headcanons #peter pan and the pirates

[angelique-of-the-volturi-guard]

I don’t know how to articulate this better but Rowena MacLeod had the growth as a character that I wanted Mary Winchester to have. Like Rowena continuously dealt with the reality in front of her and tried to better herself in some aspect, but it always felt to me that Mary was so stuck trying to figure out how to accept that the reality she knew was gone that she couldn’t honestly get where she needed to be in order to have healthy relationships with her sons and the rest of their chosen family.

(This is gonna get a little ranty- buckle up kids!)

My witch queen had a ton of growth after Crowley’s death (RIP King, you absolutely deserve so much love), but even before he died she was seeking something more for her life to push herself forward. Mary, by contrast, is consistently pulled toward things of the past- she’s a spirit in her old house, she goes to a funeral for an old hunting friend, and at one point she outright chooses to stay in a memory of her past.

I really thought when S11 finale happened that Mary was going to be this absolute badass Mom who was going to help guide her adult kids as needed while still maintaining herself as a person, and I was honestly disappointed when it seemed as though she never really found her way out. And what’s worse is that because Dean is also sort of stuck because he put her on such a pedestal as a kid, you have to watch as he comes to this realization that the mother he remembers isn’t who she is now. And her trying to keep him from being who he is by not hunting is how he understands she’s not that person. So he has to watch her be stuck while figuring out how to unstick himself.

And then you have Rowena and Crowley, who both absolutely fuck each other up, but they are 100% straight with each other that they’re here for themselves, and in having that level of honesty give each other the agency to level up. Crowley grew to sacrifice himself for the greater good. Rowena ended up growing and learning from his death to ultimately do the same and take his former position. She takes the accountability for her mistakes.

I think the reason for this is actually because of who they were as mothers. Mary was the protector type (had to be because of the hunting) who was so desperate to make sure her kids didn’t grow up the way she did that she had no idea what to do when they didn’t need her (like helicopter parenting on steroids). Rowena was hella neglectful, absolutely. But she also showed Crowley magic and left him by a workhouse before abandoning him and in doing both she unknowingly made certain he could fend for himself without her.

And while Mary always cared about the boys, I find it so interesting that ultimately, Rowena grew because of the son she supposedly hated while Mary, who loved her sons, stayed stuck. I wanted to see Mary grow in that same way with her sons (and God knows I would sell an arm and a leg to see Rowena and Crowley become the badass mother son antihero duo I dreamed they could be.). But alas… It was not to be 😔

#mun post #outofguard #supernatural #spn #rowena macleod #mary winchester #dean winchester #fergus macleod #crowley #sam winchester