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mushroomnoodles · 2 days

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So Simon is just gone just like that!? That must've been horrible Morri to see when he woke up!😢 like imagine saying goodnight to your dad and thinking what you'll do the next day together and he's just...gone. And how did Marceline react to Simon's death and Morri now down a parent?

tw parental death, grief, angst in general, god kid is raising themself

churning out some of these questions that i wanna answer with no art, mostly because i want people to know what happened/my thoughts even if i don't feel like drawing or don't have time to.

it was absolutely horrible for little 13 year old (250 year old) morrigan! they were very distraught and confused, because simon didn't even age or give them a warning. a thing they won't forget is the coffee machine was still on, with a full pot.

the emotional devastation sorta kickstarted their dormant god powers, and when they were silently trying to preserve simon's body (they didn't want him to rot, they wanted him to stay with them forever) they initially turned him to stone. morri has been highly intelligent since conception, so they don't exactly think like a teenager, more like a naive adult i'd say, but they're also still a child if that makes sense? they want their papa, they feel safe around him, they love him.

after their initial bewilderment they realized they could sort of force his body into whatever they wanted (remembering those long past memories of grasping for things with their powers while simon was still carrying them, changing those objects and hearing simon react to it) and turned his corpse into a crown that they could hold onto.

they couldn't really bear to be in the house, and they just wanted their dad back, so they simply left with some stuff they thought they'd need (they did want to be an adventurer when they were younger, so they had a loose idea of what to take).

when their judgement wasn't so clouded by leave me alone, my dad is dead, they were afraid pb would do things like she did when they were still in the womb without simon to protect them and also feared that they would be suspected for simon's death due to their. uh. nature. and they didn't want to tell marceline.

morri chose to navigate their puberty alone (and it was such an itchy one, growing spikes and claws) and when more powers came in (portals to other parts of the world, portals to other universes, floating) with no stable guide of their own they took to.. less than healthy coping mechanisms when they found bringing their dad back to life was going to be a lot harder than anticipated. every now and then, they'd hear of marceline looking for them, and they'd avoid her, ever so determined to "fix" things so they could go back to normal and their family would be fine.

morri did have a few on and off parental figures, especially when they were younger- kind strangers looking out for them for a bit before they scampered off again.

marcy, by the way, was having an equally terrible time. from her point of view, simon and morrigan both up and disappeared without a trace. why? how? she couldn't find simon, and with morrigan's inability to be physically documented, it was very difficult to pinpoint where her little sibling went. at first she thought GOLB had something to do with it, and sort of still does. but the thought that simon has died has crossed her mind many a time.

marcy is a bit harder for me to characterize so i think i'll leave it there for her.

#a #nothin but words #plainvanilla #tw angst #tw parental death #tw grief #a little fun fact is morris hair was simon's length (and laid similarly) when simon died #and that's why their hair is soooo long #though its also a nod to their big sister marcy #golbaby

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angel-inrealtime · 1 year

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November F1c Prompts Day 25

Day 25 - Tactile (Sharp)

A/N: hefty TWs for this chapter including - parental death (offscreen, discussed), resulting trauma, bad family relationships, mental health issues (think CPTSD/adjacent), mild (??) toxicity in relationships as a result of the above (I am not a good judge lmao).

Let me know if there's anything specific you think I should tag, happy to do so.

A/N 2: Despite all that ^ I feel like this is more comfort than hurt. It's still a nice little sunshine universe - just a passing (or already passed) storm.

Sometimes you feel like you’re made of sharp sides and spikes. And that’s fine – great, actually - when that’s what you need. It helped you get through the hard things (even though it was other hard things that made you so...prickly, in the first place).

The problem is…it’s difficult to know how not to be sharp. How to turn it off when you don’t want to be.

(When you don’t need to be)

You look at Daniel and you desperately don’t want to cut him on all of your sharp edges – privately think you’d rather die than hurt him; on purpose, by accident, or otherwise. You can’t say it like that, of course. That would seem insane.

The first time a therapist said to you “you’re very self-aware” you wanted to scream ‘yes, that’s the problem’. You came armed with bulleted lists, traumas laid out neat on journal pages and organised by connection.

(You don’t mention that you have a psychology degree, because that would mean explaining why you turned down a first class honours position when it all got too close to home, as if that somehow hadn’t been the point all along and you’d just avoided thinking about it until you couldn’t anymore, and then…well, turning it into a commodity via organisational psychology and human resources had just been a pivot, or whatever buzzword is most fitting)

You remember the lists though, of all the things that made you sharp, all the spindly lines between cause and effect and outcome but it’s like Daniel set off a pebble sized snowball at the top of a very large hill and it grows and grows until it’s a boulder and it seems unstoppable.

“You really are obsessed with the moon hey?”

He’s delighted by it if anything, but what almost slips out is the clumsiest self-deprecation in the urge to turn it into a bit. What you almost say is ‘yeah, me and Sylvia Plath really grabbed the mummy issues with both hands on that one’. He won’t get it, which means you’ll have to explain, (which means you’ll have to examine it), when all you can muster is disjointed bits of verse;

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset.

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.

I have fallen a long way.

The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.

“You didn’t tell me. About your dad.”

He’s so handsome, sitting across the table at dinner, which is new. If you eat together, it’s usually with friends; your time alone is usually confined to a hotel room (maybe one of your apartments or his place in LA if it’s not a race weekend). But it’s just the two of you in the Montreal dive-bar, a couple of share plates and wine you can feel staining your mouth red on the dark wood between you. It’s all candles in artfully grubby mason jars and dim, filament light-globes which send shadows across his sharp jaw and high cheekbones (bring out the gold flecks in his honey brown eyes and when you’re honest with yourself you could spend an eternity trying to find them all and you’d be content for that to be your life’s work).

It falls out of his mouth softly, like an accident, but also the loudest thing you’ve ever heard.

You pick up your wine and take a huge mouthful to steel yourself before you meet those eyes (he looks sad). “I don’t…really talk about it. Him.”

(‘you’re not special’ the panicked, hysterical part of you wants to scream. ‘I don’t talk about it with anyone’)

“Would you…” He pauses, still looking at you softly. “I mean, you don’t have to, obviously, but…if you want to.” There’s a little aborted movement in his long fingers, but not so stilted that he doesn’t brush the back of your hand with them. “The offer’s there. I know…or…it seems like it was a long time ago? So if you don’t that’s cool. But…”

He’s tying himself in knots trying to give you something that’s so at odds to the rest of your relationship – easy, flirty, no strings – that the smile on your mouth when you muster it feels like it doesn’t quite fit.

“I’m all good, Daniel. Thank you, though. I appreciate it. You’re a good friend.” Reassure, express gratitude, make it genuine, compliment.

So why, when you meet his eyes again, does he look so crestfallen?

“I don’t want to fuck this up.”

It’s that he just stares at you, once you finally force the words out past the barbed-wire lump in your throat that’s been sitting there for…well. You don’t even know. It probably pre-dates him. “What, Daniel, what are you looking at?”

It almost sounds like you’re begging him to tell you. You hate it.

“I don’t wanna fuck it up either, that’s…” He looks at you like you’re fascinating, or something.

It’s grating.

“I’m not a fucking…puzzle, to solve, Daniel. Like, I get it, I’m several circles deep in the ‘fucked up parent issues, don’t stick your dick in crazy’ scale, but I-”

His expression changes immediately, full mouth twisted in a frown that still looks foreign on his face. “I never said that. Don’t put words in my mouth. I wouldn’t say that.”

You can tell from the careful way he sits, how his fingers twist together, that he wants to reach out for you. Touch is how he orients himself in the world, but he’s trying to give you the space you asked for (it takes everything in you not to give in, to stay standing near the picture window, because you could give him what he needs to feel safer and you’re withholding it for what feel like selfish reasons).

The lump isn’t made of barbed wire anymore, it’s acid spilling out of your eyes and onto your cheeks.

“You can think it though, it’s okay to just…get out now.”

His fingers are so twisted around each other that his knuckles are white, and he looks heartbroken when you chance a blurry glance down at where he’s sitting on the coffee table. “Is that what you want?” He asks quietly.

“Danny, I…”

“Is that what you want?” He asks again, with a steadier voice and a crackle of defiance in his eyes that you weren’t expecting. “I’m asking you what you want. Not fucking…” He breathes harshly through his nose, and his voice is quieter when he starts again. “Not what you think you deserve, or what you feel like you haven’t earned or whatever…bullshit the shitty parts of your head are telling you. But what you want.”

“You.” It comes out no louder than a whisper. “I want…”

He can’t seem to bear it any longer, opens his arms from where he’s still sitting and looks at you like he’s cracked wide open and exposed. “C’mere. Please, love, I…” He swallows loud enough that you hear it. “You’ve got me. You’ve already got me.”

Maybe you don’t need the space anymore, maybe it’s enough to wrap your arms around his head and let his arms be like a vice around your waist, and to see him look up at you so raw and so fucking sincere.

“I’m scared.”

“That’s okay. You can be scared. It doesn’t mean it’s a bad idea, just because it’s scary.”

It sounds so fucking simple when he says it but… “What if I can’t…”

“Babe.”

“No, please can you just…listen?” You sniff hugely and try to keep the rise and fall of your chest steady. Wind your fingers into the curls of his hair just in case it’s the last time you get to. “There is a not insignificant part of me that’s fucking…terrified, of ever making a kid feel the way I did. Or do. Or whatever. I need…” You shut your eyes and let the drying tears stick your eyelashes together, so you don’t have to see his face as it happens (‘if it happens’ the traitorous, hopeful part of you contributes). “If you want to…if this is serious then I need you to know that’s my one card on the table. I will do my best, to keep working through it and…communicating, and stuff, even though that’s hard and scary but…I can’t promise that bit. And it’s only fair that like…you know that, at least.”

Daniel is quiet for what feels like an age, and then one of his hands finds the soft skin of your lower back under your jumper. “That’s okay, babe. It’s okay. That’s not a thing to rush, anyway.”

“But you…”

“You’ve got me.” He says again. “I want us. And if what ‘us’ looks like is just…the coolest fucking aunt and uncle in the world then…” He shrugs, you can feel it under your hands. “That’s fine by me.” His fingers press into your skin until you blink open your eyes and look at him. “But we can just…check in, about things. As often as we need to. It’s okay.” He repeats, presses a soft kiss to your chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“Ah! Ah Ah Ah!” His arms go tight like a vice around you and there’s warning in his eyes around the joking tone of voice. “No. No apologising. Unnecessary.”

“But-”

“For fuck sakes babe.” He stands up so suddenly it’s embarrassingly easy for him to tilt you over his shoulder so you’re hanging there, secured with an arm around your legs and a hand very firmly on the denim covering your ass. “Clearly I need to employ alternative methods, here.”

“Fucking put me down, you cunt.” The kick of your legs is half-hearted – he isn’t letting you go until he’s throwing you down on the bed with an exaggerated shrug like he’s a professional wrestler rather than a race car driver. You know how this bit goes.

“The mouth on you!” Somehow he manages to stay deadpan to deliver the sentence, but he devolves into giggles immediately after.

Unscathed, against all odds.

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box-dwelling · 10 months

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So l want to go full conspiracy theory about Phoenix's parents so I can figure out my own head canon for it. So indulge me

Disclaimer: this is deeply unhinged over analysis to come at what will only ever be a head canon. I'm not taking away other people's head canons or saying they're wrong. This is all fun. I just started thinking about this a lot and need to write it down

So there are really 3 main categories I want to sort between and then when I've narrowed it down to that I will extrapolate further into.

Theory 1: Phoenix's parents are fine and just chilling off screen.

This is the occums razor approach. We never hear about them so why should we assume they aren't just normal parents? My issues with this are as follows.

Phoenix has a massive tendency to form a found family at the drop of a hat. It is constant. Every single wayward kid he comes across he just fucking adopts and it barely even crosses his mind as a thing he is doing. He just sees a child in need and brings them right into the fold. I'm not saying this isn't a thing people with a functional family unit do, but it normally takes a little more thought than he ever seems to give it. His default seems to be thinking kids in need don't have a safe family to go to. The only time he ever strays from this is with Trucy, who he is both unsure he will be able to effectively care for after being disbarred, and is the only part of the found family he adopts legally. It makes sense to me he'd jump through those hoops when he didn't for someone like say Ema.

My other issue is his attachment issues. He bonds very close connections very quickly to people and I'm not even talking about his defendants. I think it's honestly best shown with his romantic connections.

There's not too much we can really decern from Feenie and Dahlia/Iris because we never really see how Iris was acting during that relationship but the guy is definitely very deeply attached to her. It could easily also just be a bad case of first relationship and young love but it could also be something deeper.

More interesting is Miles. He imprinted on that man like a baby duck. And let's be completely honest here even if he was madly in love, becoming a lawyer for your crush you haven't seen in a decade is absolutely unhinged. Again it is possible for him to do this with a happy family background but I also just don't see it. It seems like the kind of thing a kid without a family would do to the only person who ever stood in his corner. I don't think he act in such an extreme manner if he had a happy home life.

Theory 2: dead parents

So this is compelling and I like it. But my issue here is that he is surrounded by people with dead parents. Many of whom he's had to comfort through said loss or through events retraumating it. As someone who has a dead parent, when you are in that situation if you have personal experience to draw on, you fucking draw on it. You mention that you understand how they feel because you lost a parent too. Losing a parent at a young age is incredibly isolating and when you find someone who shares that experience you tell them because it's a thing only other people with dead parents can ever really understand. I think it would have come up given how many orphans he talks to.

Theory 3: absentee parents.

Spoilers this is my personal take. It explains his attachment issues, his tendency to automatic found family, and the fact he doesn't mention them when consoling orphans. I will devil's advocate and poke a hole though because it's only right.

He does also interact with a few foster kids and adoptees. But I do think this makes more sense than the alternatives. The three that come to mind being Apollo, Miles and Trucy. Trucy makes sense. They absolutely could have had that conversation off screen. Miles' being taken in by Von Karma feels atypical enough that I feel like Phoenix might not bring up his own issues when discussing it given the severity of Miles' trauma. Also if he was a kid that's as just in the system all his life I imagine it wouldn't feel similar to Miles ' situation. Apollo is more complicated but their relationship is such that I think Phoenix just not bring it up in a work environment makes sense. It's also not like he's a kid just enteringnthe system, he's someone else that grew up in it and is now out so Phoenix probably doesn't have much advice or support to offer. They're more in the same boat.

But absentee parents is pretty vague. And I think there's some stuff we can narrow down.

So evidence:

1) Phoenix is stated to be an only child in 2-2. So he is probably to an extent familiar with who his parents are. That's not really the language you use about yourself if you were abandoned as a baby. It also suggests he wasn't in permanent fostering where he'd likely not be as dismissive of having a sibling.

2) the only reference to his mother I can see being made. I will warn you. I am going to examine the fuck out of this.

So as far as I can tell this is the passing reference to Phoenix's mother that is listed on the wiki and in some fandom spaces. There's a lot to unpack her.

First off, this is a turn of phrase from oldbag. It's not an actual reference to the woman existing. However that is not what I find interesting here. It's Edgeworth's reaction. So at this point Miles is fully aware of Phoenix being the same person from his childhood. I've seen some fan places doubt he realises that but this line is from the end of the case and confirms it

But after Oldbag says that, he's audibly unsure and uncomfortable. A part of that is most certainly to do with the case and I'm pretty sure that's as the intent but this is canon dialogue so I get to put on my death of the author cap and interpret wildly beyond what it is intended to mean.

To me at least, it also reads as the kind of discomfort you see when someone refers to a person's parent in a way that is untrue due to unpleasant circumstances. And this is from literally one of the only 3 people we know for certain have some awareness of Phoenix's home life. It sounds like he's made uncomfortable about a reference to Phoenix's mother, then tries to shake it off and direct away from it by talking about the case. This gives us a key bit of information though. Miles knew so whatever happened had to have happened before they were 9.

So my final head canon. Phoenix was to somee extent abandoned by his mother before 9 years old and likely when he was already old enough to have some familiarity with his family. I also think it's likely he wasn't in some kind of permanent foster residence where he might start considering someone being a foster sibling. This could be residential care facility or honestly more likely to me at least being taken in by either his father or other family members but ones who weren't particularly invested in his care.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

#phoenix wright #phoenix wright parents #ace attorney #ace attorney headcanon #tw parental death

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deweydecimalchickens · 1 year

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Tags on my Boris Johnson post included "I've had enough of this guy" and "please oh please let it finally be consequence time." Yeah.

My dad died from pancreatic cancer during one of the lockdowns. He was alone when he went into hospital to get the diagnosis and limited treatment to make him more comfortable. He said goodbye to his friends over Zoom. There were more people at Friday night Downing Street drinkypoos than there were at his cremation, and we waited a year until it was safer to give him a proper memorial.

I want Boris Johnson composted.

#tw parental death #covid 19 #Boris Johnson #Partygate #UK politics

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asknickduvalx · 3 months

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wait, is that NICHOLAS ‘NICK’ DUVAL? they kinda look a lot like JOSHUA BASSETT, don’t they? i heard the TWENTY year old is known as the HUMANIST around mckinley. it seems like they auditioned to be in NO GLEE CLUB which is so lame? people at campus have said they’re +BENEVOLENT, but don’t be fooled since they’re also -RESERVED. rumor has it, you can find them at BASEBALL, CHEERIOS, DRAMA, FIGHT CLUB when they aren’t belting show tunes. their entire vibe revolves around A GUITAR, NOTEBOOK, AND MULTIPLE PAIRS OF DANCE SHOES - OUT OF SIGHT IN YOUR CLOSET BUT NEVER OUT OF YOUR MIND, MISSING FOR SOMETHING - OR SOMEONE - NO LONGER THERE, SHARING AN AFFECTION AMONGST FRIENDS but no one pays attention to that here in ohio.

🎤 auditioning with: nothing. "i can't sing." a little white lie to conceal the true reason and allow him an easy escape to continue on his way.

(MORE BELOW THE CUT)

TRIGGER FOR PARENTAL DEATH - for as long as nick can remember, he loved performing. in his younger years, he was a frequent participant in community theatre and talent shows as part of a band with either his older siblings or a group of friends. there was nothing like the adrenaline rush following a successful show, the camaraderie with cast and crew mates or friendly competition amongst other people showing off their talents, or the electricity in the air that came from connection with an audience. then the summer before nick’s freshman year of high school, his dad suddenly passed away and seemed to take his love of performing with him. to this day, nick hasn’t uttered a note in public nor has he touched an instrument and he usually serves as a crew member in the drama club.

so, how did nick end up at an arts college considering his unofficial and seemingly permanent retirement from performing? easy. the first factor came in the form of his scholarships, one for academics and the others from the various sports he participated in whilst in high school. the second factor comes from a desire for stability. one day nick will be ready for adventures and to see what the wider world has to offer, but right now, it is an incredible comfort to know that his family is nearby and ready to provide aid while he steps into proper adult life. plus, who says that one needs to attend a more traditional college in order to gain useful skills and a fulfilling education?

being a class clown and prankster comes as easily as breathing to nick. he has loved making people laugh and smile since he was young which has only grown as he has gotten older. however, this particular trait is simultaneously akin to being a suit of armor for nick. not only is he able to verbally spar with the best of them, being one of the resident comedians can obscure signs of something being wrong to untrained eyes. there are people who need the attention and aid more during their times of need, plus nick does not wish to be a reason someone he cares about is worried.

nick is pansexual! only thing that matters to him is positive vibes and fun times with his current romantic interest! however, he is also known to err on the side of caution when it comes to dating due to his familiarity with heartache in the form of either break ups or by death coming along and parting couples way on down the road. so he tends to stick with occasional one night stands or friends with benefits types of situations nowadays.

the duval family is comfortably wealthy thanks to their old money roots. nick has never been the sort of person to flaunt these riches, but will never pass up an opportunity to send funds in support of a good cause or to treat his friends with delicious meals or gifts. he doesn’t view it as charity and would never force it on someone. nick is simply a guy who is happy to help however he can, treat his friends, and utilize his resources for worthy reasons.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friend

crush

friends with benefits / secret hook ups

confidant

exes on good terms

exes on bad terms

someone nick is protective of

enemies

#wmacintro #tw parental death

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yunomagic · 1 year

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Every single way Luz Noceda and Movie Sonic are similar (and why i think they should be besties)

These two are genuinely my moods, my kins, and my children and i actually do think they would be besties and its all gonna make sense in a minute i swear. Do be warned that this may be incoherent cuz I am like that, and that some things might’ve been said wrong. The elaborations are in no particular order and some explanations may be longer than others. ALSO this contains spoilers for both The Owl House and the Sonic Movies so if you haven’t watched one or both of em please do so when you can and come back to this. anyways Here we go:

Both resemble the archetype of a bubbly and kindhearted goofball of a protagonist that can be naive and/or impulsive at times during the time they first debuted

^^^ As they get older and as their stories progress, they start to mature and learn from what they experienced on their adventures

Both have dealt with a form of parental loss during an early part of their childhood ( Manny Noceda for Luz, and Longclaw for Sonic )

Both use escapism methods as coping mechanisms to compensate for their traumatizing childhood

( Luz indulges in TGWA books or fiction in general, and it’s implied she also does amvs and art, which can be interpreted as both hobbies and stress relievers. As for Sonic, he indulges in comic books like The Flash and pretends to be a part of Tom and Maddie��s family so he doesn’t feel so alone )

Both children were alone for a majority of their life and didn’t have any real friends until they found them in different worlds ( In the Boiling Isles, Luz ends up finding Eda, King, Gus, Willow and eventually, Amity. On Earth, Sonic ends up finding Tom and Maddie Wachowski, b4 meeting Tails and Knuckles later down the line )

Both strive to feel appreciated and accepted, and they execute it in similar ways

( Luz making grand gestures and extreme antics [like the snakes and the spiders in ep 1] to try and impress her classmates and Sonic trying to be a hero to make Longclaw proud, and to possibly gain acceptance from other humans )

^^^ As a result, both of their methods are seen as reckless and dangerous

Note: At this point in the ramble, the mobile version of tumblr won’t allow me to add more images cuz of a 10 image limit and I can’t figure out how to add more on desktop. So any evidence I provide is gonna be in quotes, parenthesis or paragraphs of elaboration. I’m so sorry there’s gonna be no visual flavor, if anyone can help me find a loophole that’d be great. Anyways back to the show:

Both pin the blame on themselves for things that weren’t their fault, and push themsleves to right what they believe they did wrong… by rushing into immediate danger ( can also be seen as some form of people pleasing behavior )

Both of them also refuse to accept any sort of help from the people who care about them

^^^ When Eda got captured trying to save Luz near the end of season 1, Luz’s plan was to straight up rescue her while being fully aware of the risks. This repeats again in season 2, episode 1 with the entire premise of the episode being that luz feels like a burden and is the cause of Eda losing her magic and everyone in the owl house financially struggling. Going all out to fight a selkiedomus in order to free Eda and king.

While Eda talks to Luz about it, the behavior doesn’t stop. Carrying over to Hollow Mind, and the episodes after that. If you know what happened in Hollow Mind, we’d know that Luz is now adamant on stopping Belos and the Day of Unity. While still being aware of the risks, she believes that she’s the sole reason for the Day of Unity happening, therefore she continued to risk her life in order to save others

“Please try to understand, Eda was in the situation because of me. Because of my stupid choice, I have to make up for it.” - Young Blood, Old Souls

“Because you stuck with me you lost your magic, you almost got turned to stone, and now you can’t even afford your apple blood because you’re worried about what I need to eat.” - Separate Tides

“I am NOT hiding, I’m going to stop Belos from completing the draining spell.” - O Titan, Where Art Thou

In the second act of sonic movie 2, Tails gets knocked unconscious by Robotnik and Sonic narrowly saves him in the nick of time b4 an avalanche could envelope them. Near the beginning of the movie, during the boat scene, the blue blur had a talk with Tom about how being a hero meant to take responsibility for other people. As Sonic accidentally caused chaos in Seattle for trying to stop a robbery and be a hero. It’s also implied that this has been happening more than once. One of the things Tom said to Sonic was, “You put people in danger and that’s not what a hero does.”

^^^ This statement indirectly affected Sonic’s way of thinking. While said with good intentions, as a result of what happened to Tails, Sonic believes that he needs to make up for what he did wrong by pursuing Knuckles and Robotnik for the master emerald. Thus, he thinks he’s automatically no longer a hero once a new friend of his almost died

( It should be worth mentioning that there was some visible regret in Tom’s face when he realized that he made sonic think that way. It’s also possible that Sonic blames himself for Longclaw’s death, the first movie also explicitly states that Sonic’s number one fear is hurting people because of being himself. Making the boat scene, what Tom said, AND what Sonic says next, extremely deep and depressing )

“You see that little fox over there? He came all the way across the universe to meet his hero, and what did his hero do? I practically got him killed! You were right, my moment came, and I blew it. I’m no hero.”

Key takeaways of these moments is that this is the kind of mindset both these kids have is somewhere along the lines of, “I accidentally made a mistake = Everything is my fault and I should take the blame and all responsibility for it no matter what other people tell me.”

^^^ This kind of thinking is reminiscent to people pleasing behavior and is v self-destructive. While Luz is undoubtedly a people pleaser, Sonic seems to be more of a subtle kind of people pleaser

Both kids may be afraid of rejection and/or abandonment due to past trauma

Both kids were forced to be sent away at some point in their childhood. The reasons and the circumstances differ, but the incidents were similar. In the end, it resulted in both Sonic and Luz not liking the idea of being sent away, even if it’s for their own safety

Both kids feel the need to become something or someone else in order to feel accepted by other people ( Luz wanting to become a witch in season 1 and Sonic wanting to become a hero in sonic movie 2 )

Both kids were forced into thinking that they are the problem or that they are a burden and danger to everybody around them. Just because they are being themselves.

^^^ Thus, they think that the solution is for them to either leave permanently or to never exist at all ( Luz initially planned to stay in the human realm and was vocal about her possible suicidal thoughts. Sonic planned on leaving Earth because that’s what Longclaw told him to do and he believed he would cause harm the longer he stays )

^^^ Luz says, “Who cares, about the RIPPLE effects? He was just a pawn in someone else’s game! A-And he was NEVER smart enough to realize it! If his friends and family knew about his existence… they’d know that their lives wouldn’t be in danger if it weren’t for HIM! They should hate his guts! And it would be better— if he literally, never EXISTED!” - Season 3, Thanks To Them

^^^ Sonic says, “I don’t wanna go, but I can’t stay. As long as I’m here, I put everyone in danger… I can’t do that.” - Sonic The Hedgehog 1

They’re both ridiculously selfless to the point where they won’t hesitate to sacrifice themselves under any sorr of circumstances

In the season 2 finale, King’s Tide, as the Boiling Isles is torn apart by the Collector, Luz intended to leave herself behind to keep the portal open with plant glyphs so Amity, Gus, Willow and Hunter can go through to the human realm. Luz also wanted to go find Eda, instead of heading for safety

On the other hand, during the final battle with Robotnik, Sonic wanted Tom and Maddie to get away from him in exchange for THEIR safety because he knows what Robotnik wants. It’s also possible that Sonic wants the Wachowski’s to get away from him because he can’t handle the idea of them dying because of him. The same way Longclaw did all those years ago

What both of these scenes have in common is that there’s this whole thing with families trying to stick together and the kids trying to participate in altruistic sacrifice. Which is very dark imo

Ultimately, the core of both of their stories and characters is that they both long to be understood and accepted by the people around them

OKAY— so i believe im done here, but there’s definitely more and i just forgor about it, and that there are some parts that are missing or i havent explained thoroughly. And it is getting late and this thing has been sitting in my drafts and i wanted to get this posted. But i do believe that these characters would get along super well, as they both have the similar demeanors and similar stories. (Insert that one barbie song /jjj) If these two met, they would either ramble, read each others comics, or commit crimes together /hj. I gave no doubt that ever met, their friendship would be instantaneous and strong. Anyways, imma head to bed, you guys can do whatever you want with rhe info i provided. Nighty night

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Today’s gift is a darker one — and honestly closer to a fic than a drabble — so please heed the tags and warnings. 😱 And if you’re a minor, do not interact!

Want a sneak peek? Now a newlywed, it feels as if your life is perfect. Your husband is the partner you’ve always dreamed of having. But will you feel the same when you discover his terrible secret?

Warnings: abusive ex, drowning, death and loss, deceased parents, alcoholism, parental abuse, physical abuse, fatal car accident, sexual content, swearing, stalking, murder, pregnant reader, manipulation

“I won’t be gone long. Just a few days.”

You hum in acknowledgment of your husband’s words, head tucked against his bare chest. It’s nearly midnight. The two of you are lying in bed, and even in the darkness, you can see the moving boxes still stacked next to the closet.

“You won’t miss much,” you murmur. “More unpacking. Seems like I’ll never be done.”

Zeke’s lips press against the top of your head. “I’m glad you moved in. You make this house feel like home.”

You softly laugh at the Hallmark card platitude, and his beard tickles your forehead as he leans in closer. “What? It’s true.” His hand finds yours, his thumb rubbing back and forth against the gold band on your ring finger. “You breathe life into this old place, Mrs. Jaeger — and into me.”

Tilting your head up, you can just glimpse the warmth in his gaze, the affectionate tilt of his lips. Oftentimes, you can’t believe your luck, being able to call him yours.

Two years ago, you met at your local bookstore. He was perusing classics, while you were on the hunt for an elusive volume of poetry you needed for a class you were teaching that spring. Coffee led to a date which led to another and another…

If you were honest, he was the one who breathed life into you. In the six months prior to running into him, you had been mired in a strange sort of grief. Your former high school sweetheart, whom you had dated for five years, died after getting drunk one night and taking his boat out on the lake.

No more random texts from different burner numbers you had to block again and again. No more wondering if he would show up at your school, asking to see you. No more checking your locks at least three times before going to bed. One of your friends bitterly joked that he really did drown his sorrows, and you laughed until you cried, hard sobs that silenced the whole group.

It was just another loss tossed onto the already significant pile. Your mother died when you were nine, and your alcoholic father, who vacillated between pretending to care and slapping you when you forgot to do the laundry or wash the dishes, died in a car accident the year before your ex.

You felt weighed down by death, as if it were an unwelcome friend who continued to trail one step behind you, a heavy hand always resting on your shoulder.

But then you met Zeke. He listened. He cared — deeply, openly, passionately. He charmed your friends and remaining family. He was incredibly thoughtful, always making sure you were alright, exceedingly generous with both his time and money.

For a while, you had felt guilty about the latter. But when he explained that he had inherited a fortune when his father died after years spent battling cancer, and that he could think of no better use for it than spending it on the woman he loved, it was hard to argue.

When he proposed, you were elated. And when you walked down the aisle and saw him standing there, crying, smiling at you like you were his world… Your heart felt whole, perhaps for the very first time.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks now, pulling you on top of him.

“You.” He grins, and you can’t help but smile back. “Us.”

“Is that so?”

“Mmhm…” You rest your chin on your crossed arms. “When I’m done unpacking, I should start decorating for Christmas. I want it to be special — our first one as newlyweds.”

He rubs your back. “Don’t do the tree yet. We should put it up together.”

You nod, then bite your lip, hesitant before you ask, “I brought all of my stuff, of course. But… do you have any other decorations? Maybe in the basement?”

Zeke flinches just slightly. His face, however, is impassive, revealing nothing. “You know it’s just my office down there, sweetheart. A computer and a shit ton of paperwork.” The barest sliver of a smile curves his lips. “Remember what we talked about.”

His words settle in the pit of your stomach with a flash of shame. The only thing your husband has ever asked of you, and still, you keep subtlety prying. But it’s almost like you can’t help yourself.

“I won’t go down there,” you whisper, and his hand resumes its languid movement over your skin. “I’ve just never —”

Your words turn into a gasp as Zeke’s hand slides lower, until it’s pushing between your thighs, his fingers stroking you through your panties.

“I like having you on top of me,” he says, voice low and mischievous as he continues to tease you, reveling in your huffs of breath and the way you squirm against him. “But even more than that…”

In one quick movement, he has you on your back. He’s propped above you on one muscular arm, his wandering fingers now pushing inside you. “I like you like this… looking all helpless and desperate.”

•••

It only took one day for your curiosity to grow too insistent to ignore. And as you stand there, in the one room you were always told not to enter, a room whose key you had to search for in the toolbox Zeke kept under the stairs, a sudden voice startles you.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

You turn around to find your husband leaning in the doorway, arms crossed. You didn’t even hear him come down the stairs.

He must have come home early. The worst possible timing.

But he seems surprisingly unconcerned with the fact that you’ve broken his one rule and violated his privacy.

“What… is this?”

You gesture at the photos, the desk messily piled with maps and call logs, your personal bank records, school transcripts, text conversations you’ve had with friends and exes — fuck, you know what it is. What it means. But you want to hear him say it.

He tilts his head, a hint of concern in the crease between his brows. “You’re upset. I thought you might be, if you saw all of this.”

Stepping into the room, he loosens his tie. “It was a risk, of course, keeping it here. But I have a soft spot for mementos.” His eyes flicker to the cardboard boxes sitting on nearby shelves.

“It’s simple. I saw you. I wanted you. And so I made you mine.”

You try to take a step back, but you bump into the desk, and you can only turn your head away as he moves even closer, your heart pounding painfully in your chest. “You stalked me?”

Zeke makes an irritated noise, something between a grunt and a sigh. “I watched over you — kept you safe, even before we first met.”

His fingers graze your cheek, and you try to suppress your shiver. “I‘ll admit, it began as a selfish desire — to know you, possess you. But I wanted you to be happy. I’ve always wanted that, more than anything.”

Your mind is struggling to keep up with his words, your gaze now focused on the papers just beside you. A chill settles into your bones. Your ex’s address, his daily schedule, habits of note — including the fact that he often enjoyed hitting the bar on Thursday nights before going out to the lake, either with friends or by himself.

“You killed him.”

Zeke’s hand hesitates, still lingering at your cheek. “Yes.” His voice is low and cold, unrepentant. “He hurt you. And I knew he would just keep doing it if I didn't step in.”

You finally manage to meet his gaze, flinching at the hard resolve you find there. “Did you…” You swallow hard. “My dad, too?”

Seeing the fear in your eyes, Zeke’s expression softens, his other hand settling on your waist as he slowly nods.

“He was a vicious drunk. It didn't take much digging to figure that out.” His touch is so familiar, it’s hard not to lean into it. “He hurt you, too — for much longer, in different ways…”

His expression clears, becoming unreadable. “I did what I had to do. For you. Always for you.”

“Have there been others? Before me?”

How many lies has he told you over the years? How tightly have you been wrapped around his finger?

He shakes his head. “You’re the first. And I’ve always intended for you to be the last, my only. I’ve tried so hard to make things perfect for us.” He looks plaintive, desperate for reassurance. “You’ve been happy, haven’t you? I’ve made you happy.”

The word lingers unspoken on your tongue, thick and cloying. Yes. Of course he has. From the moment you met, it all felt so easy, like something had clicked into place that had always felt misaligned within your life.

He was a kind, supportive partner. Devoted to you, determined to see you succeed… Eager to start a family. Determined to grow old together. You don’t realize you’re crying until he gently wipes the tears away, patient as he waits for your answer.

“Yes. But I…” He looks nervous and guarded, his hand squeezing your hip a little tighter. “What if you change your mind someday?” You take a deep, shaky breath. “Will I end up in a lake? A car crash?”

He fervently shakes his head. “No, no… Sweetheart, never.” Pressing his forehead to yours, he sighs. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you cry. But I promise — I would never hurt you.”

But if anyone annoys or displeases you — a coworker, a student, a random, rude stranger at the grocery store — and you let it slip… Would he hurt them? Would he even hesitate?

“Please say something.” His voice is suddenly small and scared, and you react on instinct, arms reaching around to hug him closer. He relaxes into you, large hands warm on your back. “It’s all out of love. You can see that, can’t you? I love you.”

You think about how you didn't go to your ex’s funeral, and how at your father’s, you didn't shed a single tear. Both of their deaths had brought grief — but also a relief so profound, you avoided talking about it, ashamed of your response to their tragic ends.

You think about your perfect husband. The way he handles you with such care, the love in his eyes, the thoughtful gestures, the way he’s always seemed to know you so well. I suppose now I know how…

And you think about the two positive pregnancy tests you placed in the bathroom drawer, having decided to wait to tell him until he came home from his trip.

He’s a monster. He is. But you love him. You’re not sure if fear can coexist with such tender feelings. Time will tell. The alternative, however, rejecting him in this moment, knowing what you know… I can’t do that.

“I know you do,” you whisper. “I love you, too.”

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