#teenage caretaker

[boyfridged]

i understand this is a matter of preference but the continuous exaggeration of the age gap between jay and the other batkids esp in order to make him assume a role of a caretaker is a bit distasteful to me for reasons hard to articulate. the age gap between him and tim is 2 years at most. stephanie is just a year younger. cass is the same age if not slightly older. between him and dick, in the original post-crisis timeline, there is 6 years at least.

one reason for which altering these age gaps bothers me is def that jason's youth (and even his stunted by trauma emotional growth) is an important factor in my reading of him. he is 18 in utrh; where i come from, he wouldn't even graduate high school yet (unless he skipped grades of course). he missed so many years of his childhood but he is also still young.

which leads me to why i reckon making a case of him becoming a caretaker as a fixt-it specifically bothers me a lot. what is truly hopeful about making a teenager/young adult so deprived of parental care that it drives him- very mentally unwell, assume that role? where does the idea that dropping a kid or another teenager or someone in his position in general will make him "heal"? he already was a caretaker in his life. before bruce took him in he was even a parentified child for a while.

i'm not saying that jason wouldn't care or would be incompetent at being a guardian. i'm not even saying that it wouldn't help him reconnect with civilian life or make him rediscover his inherent sensitivity. but i do think treating it as an actual solution to his problems is a wild fucking idea and 99% of the time it actually leads to completely ignoring his storyline and the character psychology. a plotline like that is fucking sad to me before it is anything else tbh

#all the power to teenage moms/caretakers. #i don't think it's a desirable position for jason to be in #which can be interesting to explore i'm not saying not. #but i draw the line at it having to do with tim and steph #also it's so offensive to steph. #at least the ones with damian actually make sense and do show it as a problem and not fun and games #tbd

[waveofahand]

"Mums, Yer Boys" reaches 10,000 reads!

10,000 reads for "Mums, Yer Boys are Cryin'" which is a terrible title but a sweet story from 'way back when I first started writing fanfics -- this one was meant to be a one-shot, like everything else I'd written up til then, but somehow the story of the teenaged Paul searching for John after Julia's death turned into a second chapter where he takes control (and care) of both John and a dour, miserable Mimi and that turned into a chapter about how empty and lonely their lives feel and then suddenly it seemed like I had absolutely no control over the story of these two young characters: There is 17 year old John Lennon -- wild in grief, angry, lashing out and desperate to find a place where he belongs, desperate to figure out HOW to find a life he can stand to live, in a world where he can never fit in to. With Julia's death he is pretty much convinced he has nothing, is nothing in this miserable post-war Liverpool world. He is mean; he is funny; he is profane; he is needy. John can't see or identify his targets but he sprays his anger like a machine gun, not caring where it hits.

There's is 16 year-old Paul McCartney, precisely the opposite -- self-contained, private, all tucked in on himself and watchful. He is constantly on the lookout to see how he can control what is going on around him. He carries his own anger -- both at Liverpool and the world around him -- but it's entirely focused, better-directed, and dangerously quiet. He is kind; he is watchful; he is bossy; he is anxious; he is forgiving. If John is a machine gun, Paul is a suicide bomber who keeps resetting his timer. Together, both of them find a safe place to put their heartache, and the first stirrings of a longing that neither of them fully understand yet, but are tentatively ready to explore.

There is Mimi Smith, cold, snobby, snippy, unable to show herself (or the depths of her love) to her troubled nephew, and repeatedly thrown off her guard by the sheep-eyed, common boy who never lets her off the hook.

There is Julia, present only in death -- at her laying out, where John falls apart; at her funeral, which Paul attends while all in his head. There is Jim McCartney, stern, too quick with his hands, but capable of compassion, and even to admit his own failings, in time. There is George Harrison. A bit grubby. Always hungry, easily called out but a sure friend.

There is even Auntie Jin and her bowlful of "Irish witchery..." I've always been very grateful that people like this story, which probably could use some editing but I've never touched it. It just kind of tumbled from my keyboard and has always felt "true" to me in a way I can't explain, so I've just let it be. THANK YOU for reading it, and for some really wonderful, encouraging comments. You can read the whole story at A03.

And truly, thank you for reading this story and keeping it alive. Some it helped to build "Carry that Weight." This talented artist created this image several years ago. Not for the story but ... it really is perfectly suited to the final chapter.

#mums yer boys are cryin #mclennon fandom #mclennon fanfiction #the beatles fanfiction #Teenaged John Lennon #Teenaged Paul McCartney #Angst and fluff #Caretaking #first kisses #first explorations #Mimi is a delicious character #John and Paul becoming JohnandPaul

[echo-goes-mmm]

Moonflower #12

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It wasn’t like a revel. Kit knew it wouldn’t be, especially after Iris’s brief etiquette lesson, but he didn’t really have anything else to compare it to.

He should really stop comparing human customs to his own.

The music was slow and soft, stringed instruments in the background as people milled about.

Servants in smart black suits carried trays of tall narrow glasses, all full of fizzy wine. 

Iris delicately plucked a glass off a tray, but she didn’t take a sip. 

“The trick is not to drink,” she whispered with a smile, “but to look like you are.”

She handed him the glass and took another.

“Good evening, your majesty,” greeted a woman in a blue-green dress. Her makeup was garish, in Kit’s opinion.

“Hello, Lady Selina. How is your cousin, Mark? Recovering well?”

Lady Selina tossed her blonde hair a bit, and the twitch of Iris’s mouth told him this was both an annoyance and an amusement.

“Our cousin is doing just fine.”

“Wonderful. Have you met Kit yet?” Iris gestured to him, and Selina’s haughty gaze looked him up and down.

“I haven’t. I’ve just heard rumors. Does it speak?”

“Yes, ma’am, I do,” said Kit, and Iris covered her laugh with a delicate cough.

“How novel,” said Selina to Iris, completely dismissing him. “Speaking of novel, your dress is… interesting. It took me a moment to realize it was meant to be the colors of a sunset. Did your seamstress’s apprentice make it?”

Kit internally bristled. He liked Mira; who was straightforward but not rude with how she ordered him to move and stand. She was kind under her gruffness, and her work was excellent. 

Selina was just being difficult.

“Mm, isn’t it lovely? Mira’s work is truly beautiful,” airily replied Iris, deliberately maneuvering around the insults. 

“Your dress is so pretty too, ma’am,” said Kit, his voice innocent and his eyes big and dumb. He cocked his head, looking Selina’s outfit up and down. “I didn’t know humans could make faux silk. It surely looks almost like the real thing!”

Selina blinked, bewildered and offended, and Iris smiled with condescension. 

Kit was very pleased with himself. He did not say anything untrue (he was unaware if fake silk did exist, but surely it would look real if it did). His words were carefully chosen to clearly appear as an unintentional insult, and Selina fell for it.

“Isn’t he adorable?” Iris playfully ruffled his hair, like he was a particularly cute animal that didn’t know what it was saying. “So sweet.”

“Uh- yes-,” stammered Selina. “So cute. If you’ll excuse me, your grace.”

Selina fled, in as much as slowly walking away could be fleeing, to a group of other nobles. She was flushed, and Kit could hear her whispering to her new companions about the conversation.

“How upset is she?” murmured Iris to him as she waved to a Lord. 

“Very,” he whispered back.

Iris smiled, and Kit decided to boldly make fun of Selina. 

“Does this look like fake silk to you?” he whined, in a copy of her voice.

Iris glanced over her shoulder, and sure enough, Selina was clutching the fabric of her dress, desperately showing it to another Lady. Her lips moved just out of sync with Kit’s mimicry.

Iris couldn’t help but laugh. “You sound just like her,” she giggled.

Kit smiled. “I can do more, if you like.” As a fae, mimicry came easy to him, and if it made Iris laugh he was happy fool around with it.

“Not here,” she said, still grinning. “But maybe later.”

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Kit was getting used to the rhythm of the party when Mistress sent him over to the dessert table to get her some of the miniature tarts.

Unfortunately for him, a gaggle of young women were interested in chatting.

“Hello,” said one, who looked like she was putting on a brave face. “Are you really a faerie?”

It was an unnecessary question. Anyone who looked at him could see he was not human.

“Yes,” he said, a bit confused.

The girls giggled with each other.

“Can you do magic?” another piped up.

“Uh, yes.” Kit knew what question was coming next, and his mind whirled to list what he could do in his condition that would please them.

The last legs of sunlight still streamed through the nearby windows, amber and glowing.

“Would you like to see?” he offered.

The girls nodded eagerly, and Kit put down the plate he was carrying.

“Just a moment,” he said, watching the beams of light fall. 

He shot out a hand to catch a sunbeam, and the girls gasped as the light filled his cupped hands.

Catching a sunbeam was child’s play, but it looked impressive enough to the young women.

They ooh-ed and ahh-ed at the light winding around his hand as he turned the beam over and over in his palm.

“Can I touch it?” asked the brave one, her face in awe.

“It will shatter,” he explained. “They’re delicate. But you can feel how warm it is if you hold your hand above it.”

He held it out to the group, and they took turns feeling the heat and cooing.

“Are you girls having fun?” asked Iris from behind, and the young women turned and curtsied.

“Oh yes,” said one of them, “Kit was showing us magic.”

“Was he?” Iris’s gaze turned on him.

“Um, yes.” Kit let the sunbeam drop and it made a tiny sound like broken glass on the floor as it dispersed.

The girls giggled again, and Kit felt more like the butt of a joke he didn’t understand. An innocent one, probably, but still.

The women walked off together, whispering to each other and laughing, and Iris fondly watched them go.

“I think they were trying to flirt with you,” she said.

“You think so?” He didn’t get that impression, but Kit wasn’t exactly around younger humans often.

Iris shrugged. 

Kit handed her the plate of treats he’d picked out for her. “I thought they might be making fun, at the end,” he muttered.

“I doubt it, but maybe.” She took a small bite of a strawberry tart. “I didn’t have many friends when I was a teenager, so I can’t say for sure.” Iris hummed, enjoying the tart. “I'm pretty sure they think you’re cute, though.”

Kit felt weird about a bunch of adolescents finding him attractive. “I’m an adult,” he said. “Isn’t that obvious?”

“Of course it is. It’s just a teenager thing, I suppose. Having crushes on grownups. I wouldn’t think anything of it.”

“As you say, Mistress,” he agreed. He picked up a chocolate tart from the table, tasting it. A faint burn of salt lingered on his tongue, but it felt more like a hint of spice than pain. It paired well with the sweetness and faint bitterness of the dessert.

“At least your magic is coming back, Right?”

Kit hesitated. “Catching sunbeams is barely magic,” he mumbled.

“Oh.”

He didn’t feel tired, which was a good sign. 

Maybe… maybe after the party he could practice. Try and push his limit.

Kit ate the rest of the tart, joining Iris back into the crowd.

His magic could surely only get better from here. At least, until winter came again.

taglist: @paintedpigeon1 @cupcakes-and-pain @loserwithsyle @cepheusgalaxy @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @virtualbreadtale

#Iris: teenagers am i right? Kit: whats a teenager #this one took forever to figure out #also i probably need to make a list of all the very minor characters so i can keep them all straight #my writing #whump #slavery whump #moonflower series #fae whumpee #royal caretaker

[ickypuppi3]

something about the way people seem to look at max and billy’s dynamic as that of a parent and child rather than step siblings, something about how people see his behaviour towards her in this light and it skews the whole narrative, something about people thinking there’s a massive power dynamic between them for this reason, something about people comparing billy’s behaviour towards max and neil’s behaviour towards billy, something about how siblings do fight and do argue and do break each other’s possessions but because billy has been pretty much parentified by not only neil and susan but also the audience, people don’t look at their behaviour as that of siblings, something about how this adds to people not seeing billy as his actual age but rather a fully grown adult

#something about how billy was a kid himself for all but three months of them knowing one another #something about billy not getting a proper childhood and not being allowed to be a normal teenager #billy hargrove #max mayfield #max isn’t billy’s responsibility #like #as shitty as susan may be #the guardian role is filled #but not by billy #billy is her step brother #considering neil dipped and susan was simply not there for max after billy died i’d say yeah #he was filling that role #but he shouldn’t have been #their dynamic is interesting to me because of this like #they clearly don’t see one another in any sort of way other than siblings #billy doesn’t enjoy telling max what to do or running around after her #max hates him telling her what to do #billy doesn’t want to be her parent or caretaker or guardian #max doesn’t want that either #but it’s the way everyone else sees it #theres something there idk #can i articulate my thoughts tonight no i cannot so this is the most we’re getting

[fabuloustrash05]

Feel free to give your reason for your answer in the comments or reblog. Either a short and sweet answer or go ham and do a long essay! I'm curious to know everyone's opinion.

Also please do not hate on other people’s opinions or starts fights. Lets all be respectful!

#Personally I say Raphael #I feel he had the most noticeable change and growth throughout the series and the best overall #He becomes more responsible taking charge in S3 when Leo is injured becoming the temporary leader for the group #he learns to respect Leo as his leader (though he would still question Leo when he makes poor decisions that involve self sacrifices) #He also grows to be more open about his feelings and emotions to others other than just anger #Look at how open he was when it came to his love for Mona Lisa #he had no shame to admit he loved her and I don't think S1 Raph would've done that he would've been a tsundere #I always say that him losing Spike gave him the push he needed to start trusting his brothers with his emotions & being more open with them #not to mention he took responsibility to be Chompy's caretaker #and though he struggles at times Raph is the one who always puts his brothers first because he loves them regardless how much they annoy hi #tmnt polls #tumblr polls #tmnt 2012 #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo

[iwritewhump]

Bloody clothes

day 6 of @whumptember

431 words

warnings: teenage whumpee, bloody clothes, conditioned whumpee (implied)

part one | part three | part four | part five | part six

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Hero sits next to Villain, cheek resting against his shoulder as the sun rises. She sighs and looks up at him, “Do you wanna go wake him up? I need to get back before Superhero sends a search party. I didn’t tell him I was coming here. Didn’t think it’d be the best idea, y’know?” 

Villain smiles and nods, “Just…wait here? I didn’t tell him I was calling you.” 

“Sure,” Hero smiles, “Yeah, that’s probably best.” 

Villain stands up and takes their empty mugs to the kitchen, gently setting them in the sink before walking down the hallway and knocking on the door. 

“Vigilante? Are you awake?” He pushes the door open and takes a step in the room. 

Vigilante shoots up from the bed, he pushes back to the headboard and pulls the blanket with him. Panting, he looks at Villain. 

Villain raises his hands slowly and takes another step forward, “Sorry, I…I should’ve waited for you to answer. Are you alright?” 

Vigilante scoffs but relaxes a little, the white-knuckle grip on the sheets loosening a little. “What’s going on?” 

“I called someone and she’s going to take you with her. You’ll be safer with her than I could ever imagine you being here.” Villain flips the light switch on and Vigilante winces at the brightness. “Do you wanna go meet her, or do you want her to come in here?” 

He shakes his head, “I don’t-I’m not gonna leave you. I don’t feel safe with anyone but you. Please…don’t make me go?” 

Villain sighs and sits on the foot of the bed, ignoring the pang in his heart when Vigilante pulls farther away. 

“I can’t keep you safe,” he says softly. “She’s good at doing that, she kept me safe for a long time, and I know it’s scary. But it’s what’s best. Trust me?” 

Vigilante leans his head against the headboard and takes a deep breath. He looks back at Villain and nods, “I’ll go out there. But…not right now? 

“Yeah,” Villain smiles and laughs in relief, “Of course! Take your time.” He stands up and turns to leave, but his eyes catch on something. 

A small pile of clothes are heaped in the corner of the room, blood spotting the cloth. Villain walks towards it and picks it up, “I’ll wash these for you, yeah?” 

Vigilante stares blankly at them, he shakes his head. “Just throw them out.” he closes his eyes and curls into himself. “Please.” 

Villain nods and holds everything under his arm, trying his best to hide all the dark brown stains from Vigilante. 

#whumptember #whumptember2023 #whumptember2023 day 6 #bloody clothes #teenage whumpee #vigilante whumpee #villain caretaker #escaped whumpee #whump #whump fic #whump writing #my writing #whumpee #caretaker

[scenetocause]

I have spent the last day absolutely devouring all of your max lando fics. They're all so amazing I love them all.

aah thank you anon i am glad people still like them. for various reasons (bit angsty now innit and that's not an emptyhalf vibe) idk when/if i will next write some mando but they are very important and close to me and i remain 100% convinced that some gross and inept sex went down on beanbags and in the paddling pool and sometimes lando's bed and sometimes max's and once the kitchen but that was a bit gross, really, bob and then they never said they missed each other but whenever he got his papaya man back they'd make sure they put their phones away to eat dinner together and so much of this is canon i'm going to disintegrate thanos style

#haha remember that stream #when the neighbours (who had teenage girl children who prob LOVED both of them) #came round to give max some donuts for his birthday when he was on stream #and lando was away #and got REALLY stroppy about it #and at first max was like well you can't eat donuts anyway can you mate while stuffing one into his face #and then it became clear lando was furious someone else was caretaking for max when that is HIS job #haha so normal #💀 #mando lore

[autism-swagger]

Yknow there's something about the way the Yellowjackets fandom talks about Jeff vs the way they talk about Travis that I really don't like.

#does anyone else get what I'm saying #like. #Jeff: cheats on his girlfriend. helps cover up a murder. knows all the insanely fucked up stuff Shauna does and helps her with it #and is also a grown ass adult #vs #Travis: a literal teenager who is kind of a dick sometimes #because his dad just died and he's been thrust into a caretaker role for his brother #not to mention how all the girls are calling him a nickname that was made with the sole intention of bullying him #guess which character is almost universally hated #I'm not saying people shouldn't like Jeff btw. I'm just saying maybe they should think about why they love him but hate Travis #Yellowjackets tag #og fandom post tag

[lgbtlunaverse]

Maybe it's because I am a little tired of the girlbossification of all female characters in fandom but one of my favorite headcanons/tropes (because it is kind of supported by canon) for Ochako is "girl who has emotional intelligence for everyone except herself"

Interpersonal conflict during hero work? She's got it. Her friends have drama? She'll stay kind no matter what.

But when she lands in a complicated emotional situation herself? Buh bye braincells! Got a crush? It has to be pointed out to her. Feelings? Repress them like she's a viral hydraulic press video and they're satisfying squishy fruit. She'll say the exact right thing to solve an issue for someone else and them IMMEDIATELY forget it when she has the same problem. You've never seen someone go from girlboss to girlfailure so quick.

#bnha #uraraka ochako #i mean canoncially ochako is an uncertain mess when it comes to her maybe-crush on izuku #like either it's real and it literally DID have to be pointed out to her #Or it isn't and she freaked out over a romance she compleletly made up including her own feelings in the part #and yeah you can say that's just because she's a young teenager #but it's fun to imagine that she's just Like That #and i don't mean this in the similarly tiring trope of a stumbly blushy girl -because haha women- who is still a caretaker-because women #i mean it in the literal facepalm 'uraraka please where did your braincells go you had them 3 seconds ago' way #it's an important distinction

[wandering-ghost]

So… I have like a few au ideas for two different fandoms so I’ll just lay out the basic foundation as I write the actual story, questions are welcomed.

Monkie Kid

Reluctant Caretaker AU/ RC AU: MK’s parents die when he was a baby and MK is the sole survivor, macaque ends up discovering MK and decides to reluctantly take care of him until he finds someone more suitable to take care of the child. (that doesn’t end up happening, he basically raises MK as his son even if he won’t admit it)

Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

(We do not support tcest in this blog, so whatever nasty thoughts you have do not bring it into my aus)

Lost Blue/Broken Red au / LB/BR au: an au where instead of Leo being one of the last brothers alive during the kraang invasion, it’s Raph who ends up being one of the last two brothers alive before Casey is sent back in time. Also it’s Leo who ends up being kraangified and not Raph during the events in the movie.

Crack au / atomic pets au: Godzilla but in the ROTTMNT universe, after the events in the first episode mikey discovers a tiny reptile near the explosion, feeling bad and not wanting to leave it behind he decides to keep it, not realizing it was one of Draxum’s latest experiments. Hijinks ensue with the tiny reptile slow becoming not so tiny and harder to hide from his family, Mikey must learn to keep his atomic breathing giant reptile pet a secret from the rest of his family before they find out. (With the cast of kaijus now expanding to King Kong, mothra, and Ghidorah)

Ghost of the Past au: what if future Leo was able to make a second key to trap the kraang and stop the apocalypse from progressing any further, but in doing so he must sacrifice his past younger self and a part of himself to create it.

My Ao3 for whenever I post something I write

#funky ideas #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid macaque #mk lego monkie kid #monkie kid macaque #monkie kid mk #rise of the tmnt movie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #rise raph #Ghost of the Past au #GotP au #crack au #Reluctant Caretaker au #RC au #Lost Blue/Broken Red au #LB/BR au #AP au #Atomic Pets au #my aus #tags

[threshasketch]

Various art pieces from over a decade ago starring or featuring my original character with triple-length fingers, Ahain. Ahain is grouchy, skinny as a rail, a survivor of human lab experimentation (hence the long fingers) and has his world's version of a British accent. He's one of my oldest OCs, and has always been fun to draw. Sorry for the spider in that one pic; there's a very old joke that his superhero name would be Captain Spiderfingers.

#original characters #ocs #ahain monteague #aka #captain spiderfingers #threshie #threshasketch #I included that last pic to show Ahain's color scheme #but it happens to feature chibis of other characters all from the same world as him #including a sloth guy #a spider centaur type guy #a teenage super spy #a dude from a race who evolved to be cannibals so he has to take tons of vitamins to avoid wanting to eat people #and a chill doctor dude with a twangy accent who caretakes the others for the most part #because they've been experimented on and sometimes need medical supervision for their strange resulting conditions #and yes #that's chibi me LOL

[parlerenfleurs]

Shen Qingqiu really took a whole 15 year old teenager into his bed and thought "this is totally fine and not weird in any way" BRO

HAVE YOU SEEN A 15 YEAR OLD?? This is not some kid you can cuddle to sleep because they're sick anymore! They're QUITE grown and self-conscious! DUDE

(Not even getting into the fact he is very aware that the original flavour had designs on Ning YingYing but no, no, it's a boy so there can't be anything of this nature, see? He's so lucky he's too charming and kind to inspire suspicion lol)

#svsss #bingqiu #to be clear it's bad and sad that teenagers typivally don't receive as much physical affection as children from caretakers #but as a teenager you are Very Conscious of your own body like #no way in hell it's gonna be chill to just sleep with your master/ teacher/ parent-figure ESPECIALLY if you crush on them lol #in what world does Shen Qingqiu live #does he just look at what he wants and declares anything he can justify to himself normal and okay to do?

[enthblaze]

Idk if you read or know anything about my feral Leo au or not, but I’m curious how you think Giovanni would react to his twin going feral?

I've read your fic, yeah! Not much of your tumblr posts but I deffo wanna check it out more when I get the time :]

As for Giovanni & feral Leo...

He'd be horrified, for lack of a better word. How else were you meant to feel, after accepting the loss of your second half, only for him to be given back to you - unrecognisable and hurt and...so not like Leo.

The search for Leo was agonising. The acceptance that he was gone even more so.

And then the universe decided it wasn't done toying with them.

In his daydreams, Van would have hoped to hug Leo, to run up to him and bring him into a crushing embrace that said everything words couldn't. He'd rub his shell and bury his face in the crook of his twin's neck and hold him there like he'd disappear again if he let go.

Instead, Leo had lunged at him, almost clawing his face before Fugitoid snatched him right back.

His brother had hissed and growled and there was nothing behind those eyes of his. While his brain logically told him this truly was Leo, he simply couldn't understand how.

In true Leo nature, the blue clad turtle had survived. But seemed to result in the worst.

Van, ever the medic, had found himself scanning Leo's body frantically for injuries. Not that that would be particularly hard, for Leo seemed to have more scars than scales. And so many of them had healed wrong, or had scabbed into a nasty looking thing that made Van whoozy.

While his first initial reaction is shock, the next that comes is confusion. Anger comes much later.

For all he knows, Leo had ended up halfway across the world and had to go through extreme measures to come back, even if it meant losing himself in the process.

Van has yet to know of the cause that truly left Leo this way.

But oh, when he learns the truth, all hell will break loose.

Because Giovanni is much like Leo, in a sense. From acting as their leader since Leo's disappearance, to being an identical replica of him, Giovanni is just as protective, just as headstrong, and just as dangerous.

His anger is silent and deadly, and should he ever cross the paths of those responsible, he will ensure no one is left alive.

#lets say van is a morbid person #yeah #he is NOT A HAPPY GUY when he reunites with Leo #true to form #he takes on the role of caretaker for Leo #what medic would he be if he didnt? #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2k12 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt au #tmnt crossover #tmnt giovanni #tmnt giovanni 2012 #tmnt twins au #twins au #feral au #feral leo au #feral leo 2012

[itsagrimm]

Chiss navigators had to lose their second sight when growing up bc otherwise senior captain Thrawn would have potentially faced teenage Che'ri ready to argue about

a) why she couldn't hang out with the cadets on board like ever,

b) why she was expected to study despite her life being basically mapped out for her already,

c) and why she as a civilian was supposed to obey orders from this military captain like omg you are not even my dad?!

#or try to make adult van'ya do something she wasn't on board with #breaking little girls as magical and sweet trope immersion in no time you are welcome #samakro already has the energy of a tired dad it really would not have mattered much too him #but thrawn and thalias would have been absolutely lost if having to face a teenager #i mean see how thrawn behaved when facing ezra bridger #teenagers are a force of nature and i love teens for that you go and argue for what you think is right I'm cheering on you #really hate the trope of sweet little kids in the military or government #chiss ascendancy #chiss expansionary defense fleet #chiss #grand admiral thrawn #senior captain thrawn #navigator che'ri #skywalker che'ri #mid captain samakro #caretaker thalias

[manyprofoundbonds]

jonathan and steve have shared custody of the wonder twins

#jonathan byers #steve harrington #willel #stranger things #*** #jon obv has them on the weekdays and steve gets them on the weekends so jancy can go on dates #dustin is always joking about willel's divorced dads #the party joke that eddie is a homewrecker for separating the twins' dads!!!! #steve and jon are exasperated. eddie cackles and joins in on the fun calling himself 'the other woman' #i just realized i have a lot of feelings about steve taking the weight of taking care of willel ALONE from jon's shoulders and nancy and #argyle helping jonathan let go and be a teenager for once. not his siblings caretaker but their BROTHER

[iwritewhump]

lashing out

day 8 of @whumptember

618 words

warnings: teenage whumpee, implied abuse, conditioned response, cursing

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Villain finally takes down Hero’s ‘we left, he’s with me now <3’ note off of the fridge and lays it on the counter, not quite ready to completely forget about what had happened only a month ago. He smiles softly and dials Hero’s number. 

Her voicemail runs and he nods along until the beep, “Hey, Hero! I’m just checking in on you and Vigilante. I know you’re keeping him safe and I don’t have anything to worry about, but I just want to talk with him if he wants to. Anyway…just get back to me, thanks!” 

He sets the phone on his table and swings the refrigerator door open and bends down to find something to eat. With a small, contented chuckle he grabs pizza from the shelf and takes a bite. 

Villain’s phone rings, Hero’s number is on the display. He smiles, sets the pizza down on a napkin and answers, “Hey! Glad you were able to-” 

“Villain?” someone whispers. 

After a moment, Villain recognizes the voice. Under the hoarseness and fear, it was Vigilante. “Vigilante? Are you alright? Where’s Hero?” 

Rustling comes from his end and Villain can tell he’s running. “I need you to come get me. I’m running to the lot behind the forest next to Hero’s base. Please.” 

“Y-yeah,” Villain stutters. “I’ll…I’m leaving right now. Hang tight.” 

Instead of an answer, the phone falls to the ground and Villain can hear as it crashes against something hard and breaks. Without wasting a second, Villain grabs his keys and jacket, pulling his jacket on as he runs down the stairs of his apartment building. 

He ignores the shouts from neighbors, and mutters apologies to the others in the hallway that he barrels past. The elevator goes too slow, so he gets off after two stories and flies down the barely used stairwell and makes it to his car in record time. 

The lot by Hero’s base has never been a welcoming place, and the sun going down and the new moon shining no light definitely didn’t help. Vigilante sits against a tree trunk with his knees drawn tightly to his chest, vigilantly searching for anything coming for him. 

By some miracle, he sees Villain’s car before he hears it, grateful that he took the time to take note of the keys in Villain’s coin dish by the front door. 

He almost laughs and stands up, stumbling to the middle of the lot where Villain parks the car. Villain steps out of the car and Vigilante collapses in his arms. 

“Thank you for coming,” he sobs. Villain cups the back of his head with a hand and uses the other to open the passenger door and guide him in. 

After buckling Vigilante, Villain pulls away and studies him in the low light. 

Bruises litter every inch of skin Villain can see. He has barely scabbed over cuts and scrapes. Swollen lip, black eye and a cut on his cheek where blood still trickles out. Villain reaches his hand out, pulling his jacket sleeve over his hand to wipe it away and Vigilante flinches back so aggressively that he hits his head on the headrest. 

“Oh my god,” he whispers. “What happened to you?” 

Vigilante stares up at him, eyes glazed over, and shakes his head. He pulls the door shut and hugs his knees to his chest. 

The ride back to Villain’s apartment is deathly quiet, Villain glances over at Vigilante every few seconds and every time he’s staring blankly forward. 

“Vigilante…”

“No.” he snaps. “No. You don’t get to ask.” pulling his knees closer to himself, he shakes his head. “It’s all your fault, you should’ve known. So you don’t get to fucking ask.” 

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