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strigital · 5 months

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just a small bunch of Alek because he is the babiest of girls 😔

think it's about time i explained who tf he is and why i'm always sad about him so here are a few fun facts about the boi!:

saw his parents get brutaly unalived by Arasaka aged 16 and had to delta the fuck outta there with a toddler sister in his arms

got stranded in the desert outside Night City with nothing to his name but dad's old jacket, enough eddies to buy like one burger and a hungry child to care for

came across some Nomads (the Bakkers) and for a year or two Selita Bakker took the babes under her wing (then she fucken died and he had to leave again)

was forced into a life of crime just to make sure his sis didn't starve

he'd disappear for days or weeks doing gig after gig while Jaxine stayed with Mama Welles, Padre, Dr. Vik or Mama Fabienne (a kind-hearted haitian proprietress of The Birdhouse, an orphanage set up in the ruins of a small theatre tucked away somewhere between Dogtown and GIM) more about her sometime later

because of that Jax basically raised herself and Alek forever hated himself for not being there for her when she needed him most

he called her Jacket all the time and only used her name when she done fucked up and needed an ass woopin' (she was a hooligan who'd get locked up on possession charges aged 14...)

the nickname came from the fact that after they became orphans Jax would only ever shut up and stop crying while swaddled into her dad's giant jacket; she'd even wobble around like a penguin wearing it like a giant ass cape. and so it stuck. Jacket (sometimes it was JJ when Alek was in a hurry)

back in the world of edgerunning he was known as Vulture or V for short. his selling pitch was "got a bone to pick with somebody? Vulture's your man!"

as a side job he also ran an indie rock group "The Vultures". music helped him cope with day-to-day traumatic shit he had to endure. it's through the showbiz that he met Kerry Eurodyne and developed a hopeless crush on the celeb. feelings were mutual AF but both gonks were too shy to say anything. Kerry would only find out about it some years later from his sis when she became a walking floppy disk for Johnny_Silverhand.exe

at some point he utterly peaked in the merc world. every dog at the Afterlife knew his face and everybody wanted to work with him. even Rogue at some point advertised him to her clients as "the" man to do the job

at the pinnacle of his career Alek chipped in some mean mantis blades, top of the line Kiroshis, a Militech-made Sandevistan and a gazillion more enhancements that made him a fucken beast to be reckoned with. he also trained relentlessly and folks even mistook him for an ex-military, even though everything he knew was self-taught. he never stopped improving his body and mind and because of this (or maybe inspite of this?) he started showing the first symptoms of cyberpsychosis sometime around 2070. despite that, he'd keep his illness under control up until his death in 2074

it was also around this time that he klepped a pristine Type-66 Avenger off some corpo rat. he took the beaut to the Nomads to have it juiced up and after some work the wheels came out black as midnight, equipped with CrystalDome tech, guns upon guns, meanest freaking engine and tyres that could cling to walls if need be. don't ask how many people died staring down that bumper approaching them head-on at supersonic speeds, cause the answer is too many. Jax always felt like he loved that damned car more than her sometimes... and whenever she asked to take the beastie for a spin he'd always reply "over my dead body". who knew fucker meant it literally?!

Alek lied to Jaxine her whole life in a desperate bid to protect her from literally the entire world. the story of how they became orphans, what he did as a job, where he went off to for days on end... girl grew up knowing nothing about real Alek. only years later when with the help of a mutual friend she discovers his secret pad in the Glen that she'd start to piece together who he really was

Alek was afraid of his illness taking away his memory, so he scrolled damn near everything. birthday parties, hangouts at the shooting range, hikes into the badlands... every more or less important moment with Jaxie got recorded onto a BD shard and tucked away like a precious little slice of life that he was losing alongside his self-destructing neural links. later, Jaxie would spend hours rolling them over and over again, reliving the life that Arasaka took from them

throughout his career Alek's sole purpose in life (besides keeping his lil' sis alive) was revenge on Arasaka. specifically, he wanted to end Saburo himself with his own hands. any gig that involved messing with 'Saka or allowed him to gather crucial info was an automatic green light for him

he knew his dad didn't die in the assault and suspected he was Soulkilled like many other enemies of the corp (old man did in fact manage a anti-corpo group of vigilantes for like a decade before getting ratted out by somebody). at some point while on a gig to steal some 'Saka intel he got a hold of his dad's engram's copy. not like the Relic which would delete your personality, but the old gen - one that you plug in and talk to like your average hologram. of course, Alek never told Jax that he had their dead father on a shard slotted into his head at all times... and old man Bryce didn't want to traumatize his junior kid even further, either

dad wholeheartedly supported his son's mission to topple Arasaka, which was probably a bad idea... because history tends to repeat itself and eventually 'Saka discovered Alek's true identity and connected numerous crimes against them back to him. Adam Smasher was on his way to smash Alek...

too late did Alek realize that he done fucked up. he got all the crucial info locked away in his pad, the keys from it he left in his wheels and send that mf off into the sunset with a trusted fella. he recorded a sordid confession for Jaxie with a shitton of i'm-sorry's and i-love-you's and sent her away by... lying, again. he told her some drug dealers where coming to collect their due and he wanted her out of danger while he dealt with them. but the metal man Smasher showed up and the epic fight ensued. Alek knew he had no chance but he wasn't gonna make it easy for the dickwipe that zeroed his fam. the least he could do is hurt the bitch. and so as Jaxie was speeding away on Alek's bike - explosion. both Alek and his digitized dad were gone for good. Jaxie was left to fend for herself, not knowing that 'Saka now knew that they didn't wipe all of the Bryces and were looking for the one that got away

eventually she'd learn the whole tragic ass truth. and despite Alek's last wish for Jaxine to leave 'Saka be and just live her life, she made it her life goal to avenge her family. somehow, someway. one Johnny Silverhand would later come in extremely handy in this quest of hers

even though his life was hard and short, he did try to live to the fullest. he put his heart and soul into his music, he tried his damned best to show Jaxine that he loved her, and he looked out for his friends. Rogue would describe him as "the good villain" - a guy who despite having bloodied hands that never dried, always tried to do well by others. there was a short time when he was considered the deadliest motherfucker in town the mention of whose name sent shivers down gangoons' spines. and then he, like many before him and after, died

so if ya wanna honor the legendary Vulture whose flight was cut short, come down to the Afterlife and ask Claire for a shot of The Vulture: Armagnac Massy on the rocks with a splash of Cirrus Cola and a mint garnish. expensive, you say? if you knew him, you'd know he was worth every ennie

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meangirlstobin · 1 year

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hi sorry i hardly have any other st mutuals but i've been thinking about a s1 au all day that i need to talk about lol where steve goes missing instead of barb. and its still jonathan & nancy looking for will and steve but its ALSO tommy & carol looking for steve.

maybe nancy leaves with barb that night and she feels guilty about leaving steve alone to like, get kidnapped (or whatever happened to him oOohHhh its a mystery lol). and jonathan obviously is looking for will too and things mostly play out like they did on that front. steve's car shows up at the bus station and the government plants evidence that he left town. but nancy is like "but he said he would see me tomorrow >:(" and knows something is up. like its just her gut feeling, she just KNOWS something is wrong.

opposite side, tommy and carol were fucking in steve's parents' room when he went missing. maybe they heard him shout or something when he was taken. and they're both just like "he would not fucking take the bus >:(" lmao but they also know something just feels wrong in their guts. maybe the monster left something behind or one of them caught a glimpse of it that night but thought they were just drunk. and they start scouring the woods looking for it and just so happen to figure out some stuff with the lights like joyce does. like tommy is sitting by steve's pool one night kinda talking to himself but as if he was talking to steve. "where the hell are you man?" kind of stuff and the porch light gets insanely bright. and tommy brings carol the next day and steve does the "one blink for yes two blinks for no" thing.

idk how it all comes together at the end but maybe jonathan and nancy have the byers house showdown like usual but its spliced with tommy & carol having a similar showdown at steve's with the monster going back and forth between the two. or all four of them somehow come together and end up at the same house for the final distraction so hopper and joyce can get to the boys.

omg please don’t apologise!!!!!! i love this! my turn to apologise in fact, because this reply is ALL over the place <3

i love that this would focus on tommy and carol. mean girls can miss their friends too 💜. like most people i see steve tommy and carol as childhood friends, it’s been the three of them for so long. steve going missing would disrupt their easy belief that it’s always the three of them, that they’re untouchable. popularity protected them at school but what does that mean in the real world? sure, more people would probably care about steve’s disappearance than barb’s or will’s but it would be shallow and he would still be missing.

i think steve going missing would force tommy and carol to reckon with their behaviour. here they are experiencing the very thing they made fun of jonathan for the day before. they’re being very bitchy about it though… jonathan byers gets the worlds most backhanded apology maybe?

crying at tommy and carol being like the bus???? steve???? yeah no. 😭 it’s funny because steve’s car would be more distinctive than barb’s so that cover up would actually make sense from an outside perspective but then tommycarol come in with the steel chair of he would not fucking do that actually :/

i think i could see the four of them coming together via nancy. she’d be the first to be like what if they’re connected.

maybe she shows them the pictures? torn as to whether tommy and carol have communicated with steve yet. if they haven’t they’re like okay. one. this is creepy. two. our best friend and your boyfriend is missing be serious do you even care 🙄 they go back to steve’s and the pool scene you describe happens?

if they have already spoken to steve, they hear her out, but they’re like sure freaky monster took steve but byers is a creep we’re not working with him ugh. they accuse her of not really caring about steve since she’s been splitting time between them and jonathan. they go back to steve’s. the two teams stay separate until tommycarol end up at the byers through some chain of events i havent thought of yet?

do steve and will find each other in the upside down? that could be a reason. not sure how this would get communicated to tommycarol and also the byers/nancy since they’re separate. idk but i am picturing tommycarol in the byers living room defeating the demogorgon through the power of friendship and bullying like it chapter two lol

where is barb in this? does she get pulled in? there’s probably an argument between her and nancy because barb is like he ditched you i told you so and nancy is like no he is missing??!

idk. regardless tommycarol fought a monster for steve. he is never hearing the end of it 💜

this is so fun i’m so into this if you have more ideas please send them!!!! mean girl monster hunters <3

#this was so fun #sorry again this response is jumbled i just poured my ideas out as they came and then tried to make sense of them 😭#mean girls - 1 upside down - 0 #asks

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cthulhu-calling · 2 years

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Parenting : Rainy Days

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary : After a tiring mission, all Natasha needs is a night in with her wife and her daughter, eating junk food and watching movies. What she gets though, is a little different. But if every rainy day is like this? She's more than welcome to them.

Warnings : fluff, soft natasha, mom!reader, parenting, crying

Author's Note : Reader has no specified race or body type, feel free to imagine yourself. This fic has some talk of pregnancy and insecurities which might be triggering for some people. Please sit this one out if it's not for you. Lastly, if you liked this please leave a kudos or a comment, it means the world to me! Thank you for reading!

Word Count : 1257

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On a day like this, you wouldn’t want to be caught out. The wind was fast and the clouds seemed to be thundering with a vengeance. Rain was not far away. And Natasha, was coming home from a week long mission to the loving arms of her wife. She had mostly retired but occasionally took missions on the behest of Fury. This was one among them and safe to say, she was glad to be home with her family. Plus, she wouldn’t want to leave her pregnant wife alone for too long. You were a force to be reckoned with and you’d have gladly chewed Fury out had the mission been any longer.

She walks in, announcing ‘I’m home,’ followed by the patter of padded footsteps. Rosie bursts into the foyer from the living room, immediately jumping into Natasha’s arms.

“Mommy missed you kiddo,” she says as she carried Rosie into the kitchen where you’re busy cooking. “Me too but whaddya get for me?” Rosie says, getting right to the point.

“Well, nothing?” Natasha murmurs and Rosie immediately starts to pout. It was a general rule of thumb in your house, whenever either of you came back from a business trip, you needed to get something for her, no matter how insignificant. Hotel room stationery, a shiny rock, keychains, whatever.

You know a tantrum is around the corner so you swoop in, giving Natasha a kiss on the cheek before focusing on Rosie. “I think, there may or may not be, a tiny bottle of water in mommy’s backpack. But we’d never know unless someone goes and checks,” you say pointedly, enunciating every word.

She shrieks and wiggles free of Natasha’s arms, running to go check for a tiny bottle of water. Once she’s gone, the two of you burst into laughter as she pulls you close, kissing you breathless. Her hand softly caressing your barely visible bump, you both relax into each other’s touch. This was probably one of the best feelings in the world, of being close to each other after days spent apart.

“What’s for dinner?” She asks and you quickly rush towards the saucepan on the stove. “Ooh, my mac and cheese!” You grumble, vigorously stirring away at the thickening cheese sauce. Rosie, just like Nat was a mac and cheese fiend and they both loved when you made it for them. The good kind with real cheese, none of that pre-packaged microwave crap. And by the looks of it, the baby loved it too considering the fact that you were always craving it now.

She bursts out in laughter, shaking her head. “Well, I'll freshen up,” she lets you know, receiving a snarky “Yes please, you stink from all the way over here,” from you which causes her to laugh again.

When she comes out of the bath in some comfy clothes, a towel around her shoulders for her dripping hair, the sight in the kitchen is adorable. You and Rosie are sitting at the dining table which is done up with napkins and candles and fancifully plated bowls of pasta. She smiles as she takes her seat across from you, Rosie sitting at the head of the small table. She shows Natasha the tiny plastic bottle of water she found in her bag, making a big song and dance about taking small sips from it throughout dinner. The three of you make small talk, oftentimes letting Rosie ramble on about school or how she can’t wait for the baby to be here and how she wants to decorate the nursery. It all warms your heart and you’re close to tears by the end of dinner, excusing yourself when you get too overwhelmed.

“Baby, why don’t you go choose a movie for us to watch, huh?” She asks Rosie who runs excitedly to the living room and Natasha follows you. It’s raining heavily now and you stand at the sink, watching the rain pitter-patter through the kitchen window.

She sneaks up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist as her palms rest on your tiny baby bump. She whispers sweet nothings into your ears as you let your tears fall slowly. You know you’re only so emotional because of the pregnancy but it still warms your heart to see your child so excited for the arrival of her little sibling.

Once you’ve stopped crying and Natasha has wiped away your tears, she starts making some popcorn. “Why don’t you take this and go sit with Rosie. I’ll get her a blanket, she’s probably going to fall asleep midway through, just like last time,” she hands you the bowl of popcorn and you nod as you make your way towards the living room, snuggling up with Rosie on the couch.

Not even five minutes later, Natasha is sitting on the couch with Rosie snuggled up in her blanket between you.

“What are we watching?”

“Frozen,” you say with a look thrown her way.

She scrunches her nose in that adorable way you love. “Again?”

“It’s my favourite,” Rosie says as she proceeds to stuff her face with popcorn. Accepting that Frozen is exactly what you’re going to watch today, Natasha settles in for a painful two hours.

As per Natasha’s prediction though, Rosie is out like a light not even halfway through the movie and she’s glad she doesn’t have to suffer through this much longer. She picks up the sleeping girl in her arms, tucking her into bed before she follows you into your room.

You both settle into bed before you bring up what you’ve been thinking about.

“Nat, I’m so scared.”

“Why, baby?” concern lacing her tone as she reaches out and takes your hand into hers, her touch a welcome distraction from the mess in your head.

“I don’t know, I just want to do right by them,” you place your entwined hands over your stomach.

She sighs and moves closer to you, gently turning your face to look at her, her fingers softly caressing your cheek.

“We’ve done this before and we can do it again. I happen to think we’re doing a fine job with Rosie and I know, better than anything I’ve ever known, that you’re going to be an amazing mother to this baby, just like you are to Rosie,” she says in earnest.

“You’re an amazing mother too Nat and I know I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else but you,” you tell her, leaving small kisses all over her face.

“I know love,” but before she can say more, you’re interrupted by a knock on your door.

“Mommy? Mama? Can I please sleep in your bed?” Rosie says through the door and Natasha rushes to open the door, taking her hand and helping her onto the bed as she slowly makes herself comfortable under the covers.

“What’s wrong love?” You ask her as she snuggles into your arm.

“Thunder is scary. Can I please sleep with you?” She mumbles, already half asleep in the safety of your bed, between both her mums.

You look over at Natasha, who can’t help but smile. “Of course you can kiddo,” she says as she gives her a kiss on the forehead before doing the same for you.

“Goodnight mama, goodnight mommy,” she says and slowly drifts off to sleep.

“Goodnight,” the two of you wish in tandem. The rain continues on, accompanied by the thunder but right here, with the two people she loves the most in the world, Natasha feels at peace.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #mom!natasha #fluff #parenting #soft natasha romanoff #rainy day

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lilicohirukoma · 1 year

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What are your honest thoughts on:

Claudine Frollo

Li Shang Jr

Harriet Hook

Anthony Tremaine

Based on what you read about them in the books?

I'm loving all these asks

Claudine Frollo. She's interesting, Frollo is commonly cited as one of the worst villains so seeing his child while a bit impractical (he appeared pretty old) is cool! However I feel like she's underused, depending on the route they went she could've been a Quasimodo like character and represented the main moral conflict of the series/her father's movie well: She's condemned for being Frollo's daughter like Quasi was condemned for being deformed. Who is the monster and who is the man, Beast is the monster for banishing the children.

They also could've made her a terrifying force to be reckoned with. Think of this: the Isle is hopeless, depressing and it's hard to believe anyone there is in a good mental state. This is an easy gateway into baiting people into religion (as a matter of fact this is a common cult recruitment tactic) and then controlling their lives. Imagine crazy cult leader Claudine who has a group of people on the isle who are willing to do anything for God aka her, even die.

Canon Claudine is unfortunately nothing like this, she is a blank page of a person. If she were a spice she'd be flour. Descendants is honestly the mother of all wasted character potential and she's a great example.

Li Shang Jr. I have less to say about him, again he doesn't have anything unique to offer. He is the R.O.A.R captain which is expected considering his parents and is kind to Jay, coaching him in the sport. I see less potential in him tbh but that's likely bc (unpopular opinion) I don't care too much for Mulan (not a bad movie at all it just isnt for me.)

Harriet Hook. I like her! She's a tough girl with a soft spot for her siblings and Hook's crew their children. Also she is in a Crocodile fighting club, like what a woman. Now I do need to be honest and say her character isn't mindblowing but that's fine, she's not a main character and more there to color the world a bit. I wouldn't mind a spin off about her life.

Anthony Tremaine. He's funny to me, an entitled spoiled brat who needs attention. Kind of in the same vein as Prince John from Robin Hood. He acts the most like I'd expect him to and that's nice. I don't really understand why he and Dizzy are so different (I'd say Anastasia was the better sister but hey if Cinderella had Chad for a kid anything can happen.) He doesn't really stick out to me to be honest but I don't dislike him!

Sorry for the whole creative writing project on Claudine, I couldn't stop myself.

#disney descendants

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fxeheart · 1 year

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. ✧ . * . ˚ ━━ ｢ ANGELA BABY, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER. ｣ welcome NEVE OBERA, the FASHION DESIGNER of THE SPRING COURT, to velaris! it is well known that the 30 / 530 year old HIGH FAE is LOYAL and ALTRUISTIC. it is a lesser known fact that they are also DISCONTENTED and SECRETIVE. however, it is DARKNESS SEEPING INTO A ONCE BRIGHT HEART, A SUNNY SMILE DIMMED BY THE REALITIES OF WAR, MEMORIES THAT DRIVE A PERSON TO THE BRINK OF MADNESS and YEARNING FOR BYGONE DAYS that truly define who they are. in the shadows, their alliance with PRYTHIAN makes them a force to be reckoned with. truly, who knows what to expect of them. cauldron save them, mother hold them. ｢ OOC LEIGH, 25, EST, SHE/HER, ｣

STATS.

FULL NAME: NEVE ENA OBERA

PLACE OF BIRTH: WINTER COURT

AGE: 30 IN APPEARANCE / 530 IN ACTUALITY

SPECIES: HIGH FAE

OCCUPATION: FASHION DESIGNER

SEXUALITY: HETEROSEXUAL

GENDER / PRONOUNS: CISGENDER WOMAN (SHE / HER).

STATUS: UNMARRIED / UNMATED

ALLEGIANCE: PRYTHIAN / HERSELF

FAMILY: JASNAH OBERA (BIRTH FATHER, DECEASED, NPC), VIDA OBERA (BIRTH MOTHER, DECEASED, NPC)

FACECLAIM: ANGELA YEUNG WING

HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT THREE.

EYES: DARK BROWN

HAIR: BLACK, OFTEN WORN OUT OF HER FACE IN HALF-UP, HALF-DOWN STYLES FASHIONED WITH HAIR PIECES

TATTOOS, MARKINGS, SCARS: A DARK SCAR ACROSS HER RIBS RECEIVED DURING THE WAR, OTHER SMALL SCARS LITTERING HER BODY BUT TYPICALLY HIDDEN BY GLAMOUR.

VOICE: SOFT BUT CRISP, SELF-ASSURED

ALIGNMENT: TRUE NEUTRAL

POSITIVE TRAITS: LOYAL, ALTRUISTIC, KIND, CREATIVE, PERCEPTIVE

NEGATIVE TRAITS: SECRETIVE, DISCONTENTED, RESENTFUL

BIOGRAPHY.

tw: parental death, blood, injury.

When their daughter was born in the middle of the worst blizzard the winter court had seen in half a decade, Jasnah and Vida Obera believed it to be a good omen – a blessing from the cauldron and the gods that had long watched over their homeland, a sign that Jasnah’s years as a warrior and Vida’s years of fervent prayer were being rewarded. They named the baby Neve – radiant snow – in recognition of the honor.

Neve’s childhood was a relatively happy one, cherished as she was by parents who had tried and failed to have children many times before her birth and adored as she was by the lesser fae who served in her family’s manor. She was the sort of child who sparkled. Quick to laugh, she rambled through the winter court with rosy-cold cheeks and bright eyes, soaking up the beauty to be found in the land and others’ hearts. She had no siblings but developed a closeness with her friends and servants that could only be described as familial, offering them kind words, a shoulder to lean on, someone to help shoulder life’s burdens. She saw all fae as equal and as such was just as likely to be seen frolicking in the halls of some noble lord’s manor as she was to be caught riding piggy-back through the snow on the shoulders of Gala, the child of an okeanide her father befriended during a battle years before her birth.

Things changed when her mother, a seamstress, was granted an official position within the winter court, a role designing and crafting fashions for the high lord and his family. The Oberas were suddenly front and center in ways they had not been before, and Neve’s prior independence was much more limited. She began to carry herself differently, reserving her truths and compassion for those she could trust, and though she still sparkled, she no longer ran barefoot through snow banks with lesser fae – her father would not allow it, eager as he was to continue climbing the proverbial ladder.

Over time, Neve began to assist her mother in her work. Her skills with needle and thread were impeccable for one so young, her eye for detail and style unmatched, and all this was aided even more so by her glamouring ability. Neve’s illusions were powerful, able to fool nearly anyone, and she rarely found herself drained by her efforts. This, her mother believed, was the blessing the cauldron had decided to bestow upon her daughter.

Neve thrived. Her creations soon outshone her mother’s, and fae from across Prythian came to the winter court to have themselves fitted for her designs. She made sure their travel was worth the effort, carefully selecting fabrics, cuts and furs that fit both their personality and their natural coloring. It was the happiest time in her life, not least because she had fallen in love.

It was an all-encompassing, obsessive kind of love, forged between two people who knew it must remain secret. High though she and her family had risen, Neve was not so foolish as to believe that love between herself and Kardan could lead to anything more than heartbreak given his father’s apparent determination to control every aspect of his son’s life. Still, she clung to the secret, hidden moments they managed to carve out, blushing and full of adoration. She would have been happy to continue on in that way for years, cherishing their quiet moments, but then the war came – and with it, loss.

Jasnah Obera was the first to die. Her father, a warrior whose skills she had never doubted, was cut down during one of the earliest battles, left to bleed out in a field somewhere she couldn’t even name. It fractured something in Neve, who, at that moment, decided that she could not sit on the sidelines and do nothing. She joined the fight herself, using her glamouring ability to hide soldiers from view, disguising them so that they could invade enemy camps without rousing suspicion. She learned first aid and administered it to injured warriors whenever she could, blood soaking through dresses of fine silk and thick fur, leaving both her hands and heart stained.

She did not consider deeply what she was fighting for – to her, the deeper meaning of the war was a far-off ideal that didn’t concern her – rather, she thought of who she was fighting for: men and women like her mother and father, children who had no concept of right and wrong. And so, she served, brilliantly, until, one day, she was caught.

Neve’s memories of what happened that day on the battlefield are somewhat foggy now, dimmed by time and distance, but her life was forever changed.

All she once knew was taken from her, and she found herself in a new, strange place she did not understand, alone and frightened with no familiarity or comfort, no promise that she would ever return home. She grieved and raged, heart and mind thrown into confusion and turmoil, constantly torn between a longing for home, for her love to come and rescue her, and an acceptance that this was the end of everything.

When she finally escaped that darkness, Neve made herself a new home in the spring court, a place that was so different from her home that she at once hated and adored it. There, she did not feel so acutely out of place. There, she was not reminded of all she’d lost or what she was missing. There, she could rebuild.

And rebuild she did.

She has carved out a place for herself in the spring court, taking on the role that had once belonged to her mother, outfitting nobility in the finest fashions, sure to impress even the most snobbish of customers. And though she feels stuck, almost out of place in time, constantly mourning the loss of years she cannot get back, Neve is trying. It is all she can do.

#fae.intro #tw: blood #tw: parental death #tw: injury #hmu if you'd like to discuss connections!!

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heightstm · 1 year

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❛❛ — you have such a february face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness. ❜❜

. ✧ . * . ˚ ━━ ｢ LEE SUNG KYUNG, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER. ｣ welcome CLYTEMNESTRA NIHAR, the SPOUSE OF THE HIGH RULER of THE WINTER COURT to velaris! it is well known that the 35 / 699 year old HIGH FAE is WARM and PATIENT. it is a lesser known fact that they are also MOODY and SELF-SACRIFICING. however, it is knowing just how cold it is by the crunch of snow beneath your feet, the haunting whistle of the wind blowing through the sparkling icicles, snowflakes collecting on dark eyelashes, and the golden sun warming your face – reminding you that the winter is beautiful too, that truly define who they are. in the shadows, their alliance with THE WINTER COURT makes them a force to be reckoned with. truly, who knows what to expect of them. cauldron save them, mother hold them.

full name: clytemnestra wren nihar ( née cygnet ) nickname: clem, clemmie age: six hundred and ninety-nine, biologically thirty-five species: high fae gender + pronouns: cisfemale + she/her sexuality: heterosexual marital status: married to kardan nihar, high lord of the winter court court + allegiance: of the winter court, loyal to the winter court

height: 5'10" build: lithe and slender hair: black , in competition with a heavy blot of ink on paper eyes: lifted hazel eyes that reflect a kaleidoscope of colours complexion: pale skin in a permanent state of rosy thanks to her residence in the winter court fae: pointed ears capped with white gold crawling up the lobe

i. our dearest clemmie was born on a brutal winter’s day with lips red as the rose, hair black as ebony, and skin white as snow. the trees shook and the howling of the wind harmonized with her mother’s as she clutched the bark of her bedpost. that’s how the legend goes, they say. her parents love their little girl as they love each other, and the heir of their family's grandiose fortunes grows happy and healthy. there’s little to speak on in a time so gone to the annals of time but she is loved and grows to love.

ii. clytemnestra grows swiftly into her long limbs, grace seeping into her bones. her beauty is well-praised with annual portraits done to show off just how beautiful she becomes with each passing year. it’s her birthright to grow into her beauty and into her rightful place in the mosaic of beautiful ( and perhaps not-so outwardly beautiful ) kinds of faeries that reside throughout the winter court. her wonderment turns into caring, and with caring comes her protective nature. she loves the winter court. akin to the steadfast flame in the window during a winter storm and the yuletide joy that offers reprieve in the bitter cold, it is home. prior to her life as a miserable wife, clytemnestra is an advisor in court. although sharp-minded, she doesn’t get to do much. she’s just a girl. she knows there’s a hierarchy to follow. but, it’s thrilling to be so close to the action. to watch change happen. the war is a startling wake-up call.

iii. how better to protect her home than at the right hand of the high lord of the winter court ? that's how her parents reason it to her before they ask her for the rest of her life. and although she has a love and a life that she cherishes, she puts her happiness behind her because how does she say no to her loving parents who have never asked anything else of her ? they simply want to help the court and she ... she is in agreement of that. the days of being paid to voice her opinion have passed, but she tries to enjoy being the wife of the high lord ( while the court enjoys her family’s gold ). it feels that more than a wife, she is a mother to their people. the winter court is her life.

iv. possible connections: friends who meet every so often to catch up over wine and dance ! someone she simply doesn’t like due to a snide remark made in passing about the winter court ! perhaps you don’t think she deserves to stand next to the high lord ! maybe you support her endeavours !

#✧˚ · . * clytemnestra.#fae.intro

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five things you find interesting about Doom? Go!

Rubs grubby hands together...........

☆ I absolutely adore the fact he has a good relationship with his family and that they understand/support his point of view. It's so refreshing to have a villain with a pretty good upbringing. The interaction between him and Ashe really speaks to me because of two reasons:

One-- the fact that Ashe speaks to him first. To me it reads as her trying to gain some kind of explanation for his destructive actions. After all, she has a shitty family and likely reckons most those in Talon have similar paths/backstories. It's like she's asking as if to just make sense of him and categorize him as another tragically lead ~villain~. And that's immediately shot down when he answers pretty flat-out that they're supportive of him.

Two-- The TONES. I may be reading way too much into this but the way they speak to each other speaks volumes about what they were feeling in that conversation. The lighter tone Akande uses shows how fond he is of his family, and indicates a level of care he holds for his parents. Meanwhile Ashe's initial tone is jabbing and almost sarcastic, like she knows the answer already. Then it immediately swaps to jealousy in her second line. It's so good and speaks so much about their family dynamics.

☆ The respect he holds for a good handful of the others regardless of their alignment. Apart from Baptiste, he doesn't show malice to most Overwatch heroes. He speaks to 76 and Cassidy like they were having small talk or a business proposal. And while he is technically their enemy, he acknowledges their strengths and for some characters he offers a job position.

☆ AKANDE'S SPORTSMANSHIP LEAKS INTO HIS PERSONALITY. Not a lot of people play Doom so the dialogue is often missed, but he is a pretty good sport when it comes to losing!! If he's wiped out by a Talon member, he commends them as he responds! The tone Akande uses is formidable; he's no sore loser. Man takes L's as lessons and improves himself with them. He's also respectful and somewhat guiding with heroes like Brig and Dva-- admiring their strength and offering his perspective on life... Whether or not they care to hear his opinions is not important. XD

I ALSO WANT TO SAY I LOVE THAT HE TAKES BEING DEFEATED BY KIRIKO WITHOUT ANY BITTERNESS TOO-- He loses like a CHAMP.

☆ Hear me out-- He's a fucking goober. Not in a comic-relief type of way, either. Doom's just got a hint of playfulness in his personality that I think really rounds his character. Some of his lines are so unnecessary when he fights (ie. "Selsmic Slam! Rocket Punch!") that while may be used for gameplay ...... I'd argue that it does something else; it shows him being a bit of a silly nerd because he sometimes acts like a comic book character. Especially with the line "Face my burning fist!" Like..... That's so silly.

☆ The way he dismisses anger as a motivator for so many of the characters is incredibly interesting. It can be assumed that when he killed his mentor the thing that fueled him was rage and such... But if you hear him talk to other characters he condemns characters for using anger as a motivator. Well, correction-- Akande seems to have issue with people who have anger as their only driving force to fight. He doesn't hold back from anyone, chastising Winston the same way he does Reaper when eliminating them.

But yes........ OwO he is fascinating and 100% a fan of Hatsune Miku (trust me I asked him myself)

#hello I am back from the dead #now with enough energy to talk about my manz #femtaile #（ S͓̽ᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ; ᴏᴏc ）#（ D͓̽ɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ; ᴀꜱᴋ ）

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🦎 You've probably already talked about an AU like this, but with the concept that the Cold family never enslaved the saiyans and planet vegeta was never destroyed, what kind of king do you think Vegeta would've become?

🦎 For My (work) Thoughts || Always Accepting!

[Actually. I don't think I've gotten much chance to talk about anything like this and I've been sitting on this for so long (in large part because I save these for work and this was my first week back after a week off) and I'm very excited to ramble incoherently about some ideas!

With how entrenched the Cold Empire became with the Saiyans to the point we don't really have a solid idea of how the Empire influenced Saiyan life and culture, this is almost difficult to answer. I have my own ideas obviously, BUT. Really digging into what would be different in general for Saiyans and therefore their rulers is tricky but fascinating.

My first thought is that Vegeta would be an ambitious king. Even without the Cold Empire, I think he would be keen on expanding the Saiyans' influence in the universe really for no other reason than the power of it because I don't think he'd care much about wealth and status (in the way its often linked to wealth and whatnot) except in ways a king HAS to as much as he would care about the universe knowing that the Saiyans are a force to be reckoned with. I've talked before somewhere about the Saiyans having the idea that the king remains planetside to rule while the prince conquers, and I think this would remain true and spark that desire to cement the Saiyans' might in the minds of all in the universe. It would definitely be more difficult without the technology the Cold Empire gives them canonically, but considering, at least in my understanding of things before Super came and changed/added their own spin, they did have the tech from the conquered Tuffles that allowed them to begin going to other planets to fight stronger people/conquering them before King Cold, there was definitely already something growing in that realm foe the Saiyans without Cold influence/aid.

Vegeta would also likely break the tradition of the king only remaining planetside btw. He's entirely too controlling and restless to leave EVERYTHING to others. Plus he's a Saiyan too, and he definitely reveled in his freedom to help with conquering planets and fighting way too much to just retire that part of his life entirely. His lust for battle is too strong for me to comfortably say he would shelf it completely just because "that's how things have always been." Plus he's too proud and haughty to not want to make a bigger better name for himself than every Saiyan ruler before him.

As for like what he would be like as a king in general, that's so tough to answer because we know for a fact that Frieza had a TON of influence on him since he was a child, and since we know very little about his life before that or even his parents and upbringing, its difficult to make any like super confident assumptions. But here are a few things I've considered and have been sort of able to parse out that might be like genuine Vegeta without Frieza influence.

I think it goes without saying that Vegeta wouldn't be a kind, benevolent king by any stretch. He would be firm and incredibly goal oriented with very little tolerance for shenanigans. However, I don't think he would be a cruel king, at least not to the Saiyans in the sense he wouldn't needlessly kill or torment people just because or for some minor infraction. The reason i say this with certainty is that, until shit started unraveling for him, he kept Nappa and Raditz alive despite them being far weaker than him. This showed that even though he did think of them as weaker and I'm sure they crossed him PLENTY, Vegeta does recognize that needlessly killing other Saiyans wouldn't be beneficial to ruling his people or an empire. So basically he's definitely going to be as callous, haughty, and blunt as you would expect, but I don't think we would see any Frieza-esque or unnecessary cruelty from him AT LEAST toward other Saiyans unless it was warranted.

That said, I've also thought about like....would Vegeta change anything, namely things like the rigid caste system in any way or try to ease tensions between the Saiyans toward the royal family stoked by his father and probably at least his father's father. I think for the latter, considering his ambitions, I think he would be forced to try and regain the trust of as many Saiyans as possible even if he didn't really WANT to. And, because I think a lot of the unrest and friction came from the caste system, he would likely have to face making changes to it at the very least. Again, I don't think this would be a willful or something like clearly on his agenda, but once he sees how the needless drama it causes gets in the way of what HE wants, I think he would be more open to adjusting it in SOME ways like at least making it more fluid/easier to climb through the ranks as soldiers grow stronger and offerent better opportunities to those who do start at the bottom of the food chain. Abolishing it would likely be out of the question because then it COULD jeopardize his claim to power if they somehow managed a movement to change the government's structure outright, but he would likely be confident in his own power to adjust some things to make it better at least because he wouldn't see anyone ever challenging his power (which makes me wonder if that would probably be his undoing someday as it is in canon, BUT).

Anyway. I know most of that is really vague but I hope it makes some sense? I def didn't touch on everything I could have, like coming to mind as I type this part is considering how things would be different in regards to how, at least imo, the whole sending weak Saiyans off to conquer weak planets as babies was a Cold Empire influence things and what that could mean for Vegeta if anything, but yeh! It also got really long but that was really fun to think about kwhfbejfn.]

#.:ask:.#.:ooc:.#.:long post:.#unboundpower #1000000 years later i finally get to sit with this #thank you again for sending this question it was suuuuper fun

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I am going 👀 at the dnap antigone-ismene comparison

ANONIE DO U EVEN KNOW THE CAN OF WORMS YOUVE JUST OPENED. okay so listen LISTEN this is something i am SO passionate about. to me cdream is LITERALLY antigone. and his mirror is csapnap such as ismene is antigone's mirror. I have the play opened right beside me (the anne carson one and a less interpetrative spanish one) so allow me some mindless rambles:

in a way my logic for cdream being antigone is quite simple: she is stubborn. she is so so stubborn. she is a force to be reckoned with, she is set to a way and she will not see her plan not being done. no matter what it takes. and like i dont have to write how thats.. quite literally cdream. i guess something i really also love about antigone is how she stands herself against the law put before her -- she is smart but she is passionate, as a woman is (ancient greece moment) and this makes the other characters characterize her as irrational and in a way stupid. i look very fondly to the anne carson poem about her, asking how to translate (explain her). translation matter so MUCH to me so the way anne carson handles it matters the most

to quote Kreon you are autonomos a word made up of autos “self” and nomos “law” autonomy sounds like a kind of freedom but you aren’t interested in freedom your plan is to sew yourself into your own shroud using the tiniest of stitches

Autonomy sounds like a kind of freedom / but uou aren't interested in freedom is sooooooooo cdream to me. He cages himself, he builds a prison for an idea and then it slaps him back, yet he doesn't give up, he doesn't let his plan go sideways (it still does.)

the play opens with antigone and ismene; there is dream and george and sapnap at the beginning. she is not bad person THIS IS WHAT MAKES ME THIMNK CDREAM IS SO HER theyre not bad people theyre just So Fucking Stubborn and so like. stuck in whats fair? and if the world is not fair theyll MAKE IT FAIR.

and then you have ismene. her sister. shes introduced as a daugther and a sister (much like csapnap is a son and a brother). i disagree so much with the people that considere ismene a passive contrast to antigone, the fact that she is not going against creonte's law is NOT hwer being passive SHES STANDING UPRIGHT BUT RIGHT BESIDE THE WRONG SIDE JUST BECAUSE ITS THE LAW!!!!!! csapnap is a protector and a soldier before anything ELSE. he follows orders. he shields people, and whats right for him is very much whats like legal and allowed. he respects church prime peace. he might have fun killing pets and shit but that's never not allowed -- its just that at some point things are so tense that he's no longer /welcome to/ but its never in the rules of the server. he's the first to listen to cdream's command when he thinks he's following the law. we need to understand that law can mean a variety of things in a way ok im not making any fucking sense TO THEM AGAIN the conflict between the two sisters is that they dont see the rule the same way. antigone sees it as an offense, as an insult to her and her family not to follow the gods, as an affront to her beliefs. this is lmanberg And ccrimeboys "[KREON] HAS NO RIGHT TO DEPRIVE ME OF THOSE THAT ARE MINE" !!!!!!!!! meanwhile ismene wants peace wants reconciliation They Have Suffered Both So Much. if creonte (leader) wants not to bury this man, who is she to affront it? why shouldn't she try to make amends, to befriend people, to make a country of her own away from civilization with those she loves???

they are two sisters they are daughters of the same cursed parent (oideipus bad is something OKAY.)

Ismene: youre a person in love with the impossible Antigone: don’t say that or I’ll have to hate you

i think the ismene antigone tragedy fits cdreamnap so well because at the end of the day they disagree over how things were done. i dont think csapnap disagrees with cdream's fundamental ideas i think he hates his methods and i think cdream thinks csapnap would never understand them and to a degree knew he would try to stop him so he cut him before he could (i think a lot about ismene promising to keep antigone's plans quiet for her so she would not be found out even if she refused to help. i think about it all the time). and then dethronement happened

also to me kreon is both cwilbur and cawesam. duh.

#SORRY FOR BEING CRAZY #boys when sisters

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placesthatchangedpeople · 2 years

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Maple Lake Academy - student testimony

It has been a year since I left. The people there told me I would go on great paths to happiness and success, but I feel empty and hurt and scared and sad. It’s not that I haven’t achieved these things, it’s that I’m still so ingrained into MLA’s manipulative and abusive tactics to invoke fear and complacency. Every day, there’s the looming fear that I’ll do something bad and get punished or sent somewhere again. And that’s not even the worst of it.

I have felt pain, I have felt trauma, but none like the kind that MLA gave me. People tell me to “move on” as if I wasn’t constantly manipulated and controlled to the point of doubting every thought I have now. If I’m sad, someone has it worse. If someone gets mad at me and I cry, I’m playing the victim. If I dislike a rule, I’m entitled and rebellious. So on and so forth. So no, I cannot simply “move on” when I still live in fear and doubt.

I am lost. I probably will be for a long time. The thing with leaving a toxic and abusive environment after being there for a while is that there’s no anchor. No more expectations to meet, no more control. And as terrible as that sounds, I was there for 3 years. For a young woman, that meant missing out on years 13-16, some of the most important years in life.

While many readers will be shocked by my “sudden” hatred of this unethical and frankly useless program, I want all those appalled by my words to consider that I was forced into compliance. I was there for so long because I dared to speak the truth. I saw it for what it was: a for-profit business whose owners sought control in their lives by controlling others. Patti Hollenbeck-Dial and Nichol Howlege are nothing but liars. They’ve fooled you all, and they know it.

A child died there. The day I graduated was the day she came. I spoke to her, tried to soothe her anxieties and homesickness. I helped unpack her things. Then I left. I never thought that my worst anxiety about being there would happen to someone else. She died. She died because of neglect. She died because of a lack of empathy. She died because of the nurse, who was supposed to be “better at her job” than the last one, who was equally, if not more, neglectful.

If you’re wondering why I’m not talking about my traumas, I think most of you know. For those who don’t, however, let’s start with the “prison intervention” or, as I call it now, solitary confinement. Three months. Three whole months. This is quite the cruel and unusual punishment for an already suffering 14 year old. While I do regret lashing out, it was not, and IS NOT, appropriate to rob me (OR ANYONE) of social interaction, exercise, school, and entertainment.

I gained weight. I grew restless and depressed. I started hallucinating. Remembering it is like a fever dream. I know the facts and the feelings, but not the events. I know that I had only my bedding, a journal, and a crayon instead of a pencil for “safety reasons.” Me, who has never and will never stab/scratch herself or anyone else out of aggression, was in need of such “safety precautions” as to strip me of everything. No books. No drawing. No music. I had only my mind and my guilt to occupy me.

Not only were my objects taken, but my ability to speak to anyone, including my parents, was ripped from me. The only reason I was let off was because, despite the “work” I did to get off, despite the apologizing and listening, I “wasn’t doing my part.” 15 people on their treatment team decided my fate that January Wednesday, and they chose to silence me. Because I spoke what I felt and when I felt it. Because I was a threat to all they held sacred. Because I, (name withheld for privacy), was such a force to be reckoned with.

This is only a small part of the picture. I was held down against my will until I couldn’t breathe, I saw a peer give a staff member a concussion, I saw countless inhumane “restraints” and heard countless screams. Some of them were for help, some were to attack, but both got treated as a terrible offense where the only “suitable” punishment was to be shamed publicly to peers and parents, manipulated, and restricted.

Many of you will unfollow me or be upset by this. That’s ok. I could not care less. In fact, I hope it upsets you. I hope it makes you sad. I hope that all of the former staff and faculty who read this are so upset they stop thinking they’re heroes and instead start to speak up about their own traumas and experiences. I hope that this business, AND IT IS A BUSINESS, gets shut down, or better, Patti and Nichol face what they’ve caused. Because if there’s one thing I learned, it’s that in due time, somehow, some way, justice will right the wrongs.

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In the media Maple Lake Academy is mentioned in connection with a death of one of students. It does not sound like a nice place.

#Maple Lake Academy #utah #death

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i-am-distressed · 3 years

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JJK Boys getting hit 'where it hurts' by their kids

Characters: Megumi, Itadori, Yuta, Noritoshi, Nanami, Toji, Naoya, Gojo and Sukuna

Warnings: w e l l, the guys getting hit in the balls, guys grabbing their crotch because pain, emotional distress due to being deeply wounded and betrayed by their own spawn, laughing children, children laughing at pain, children, idk what people think about parenting these days so in Sukuna’s you guys are dealing with a 2 year old, Naoya + Sukuna (I change them for my own convenience), idk man, I just get a kick outta writing these ones

**The boys are (aged up if not already) married with kids, if you don't like the number of kids I gave them, this is just my opinion😌**

Fushiguro Megumi:

You were going out with some friends tonight, so naturally your husband was left to babysit your children.

Which wouldn’t have been a problem, he’s a good dad and more than capable of caring for his kids.

...Except for the fact that Gojo had decided to spend the day with them, and in doing so made sure to fill them up with sugar and excitement before dropping them off and going home with a ‘Have fun with that Megumi~’ because he’s awful.

So now, here Megumi is, his middle son hanging off his back, his youngest daughter in one arm while he wrangled with his oldest son to put his pajama pants on.

“No! I’m not sleepy yet!” His 5 year old son loudly said, along with the oncoming headache Megumi could swear a tick mark had just appeared.

“Too bad, it’s already an hour past your bedtime, you’ll be tired once you put these pants on and get in bed!” He almost had your son, but alas, he slipped out of his grasp at the last second, the sudden movement causing your 1 ½ year old daughter to start crying.

Megumi took a deep breath, shifted so that his daughter rested more on his hip so that he could just barely use his hands and “Demon dog!”

Before his son could react, demon dog had already picked him up by the collar of his shirt, bring him right to Megumi who was able to get one of his sons legs in the pants.

But when he did, his son squirmed, and his little foot came straight up in between Megumi’s legs.

“uGH-” Fighting a cry of pain, megumi finished getting his son dressed, kneeled so his son could slip off of his back and set his little girl down on the couch, before hunching over and just...sitting there for a bit..

Itadori Yuji:

You and Itadori had 2 rambunctious twin boys.

2 rambunctious twin boys who took a lot after their father, and not just in their looks.

They were sweet, fun, lovable kids. But they also had endless amounts of energy and didn’t always look before they leapt. So keeping an extra eye out on them in public was necessary.

Itadori was in the backyard, playing football (The throw kind, not kick kind) with the twins. You had specifically told him to be careful, and he said he would be so you weren’t too worried.

But you sat on the porch while they played, just in case.

Your 2 boys, Junto and Kentaro (😥), were natural athletes, and even if they were only 7, they were no doubt a force to be reckoned with.

They were a good match for Itadori, but I wouldn’t call the game even. Even with the twins vs Itadori, you could tell the twins were going to be tired tonight (not like you’re complaining, at least they’ll actually go to bed on time tonight).

Junto had the ball, he sprinted across the yard, doing his best at ducking and dodging Itadori’s attempts at grabbing him.

The 7 year old was so close to freedom, so close to him and his brother winning the game.

When seemingly out of nowhere his dad came sprinting up behind him, grabbing him from behind and lifting him into the air, your child’s squeals and laughter ringing through the air as your other son came to ‘help him’.

So now, they were where they usually ended up when they played games like this, Itadori with both of his children hanging off of him as they laughed and rough housed.

Itadori is strong, strong willed, strong in character, high levels of endurance. But all it took was one wayward heel to his crotch to bring him to the ground, on his knees as he just sat there, whimpers of pain escaping him.

Your sons scampered off, still laughing while you came to rub a hand up and down your husband’s back while he went on about the pain of their betrayal.

Okkotsu Yuta:

You, Yuta and your 2 kids were sat on the couch, watching a movie together on a Friday night.

It was raining outside with a 65% chance of a thunderstorm, which wasn’t too bad since you guys were inside.

But it wasn’t great since your oldest, your 4 year old daughter Emiko was terrified of storms.

She was sitting in between you two, sitting tucked snugly into Yuta’s side while his arm rested on the back of the couch, you sitting on her other side with your 2 year old son Yuki.

You were about ⅔ of the way through Princess and The Frog, when all of a sudden the lights cut out.

Your little girl screamed and ducked into your husband's side, Yuta in turn held his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, gently shushing her and telling her everything would be okay.

“Yuta?” You could see the shadow of your husband as he stood up, “I’ll be right back, gonna go check the breaker.”

He turned to go check the electrical box when he felt a tug on his sleeve, squinting as he looked down to see the silhouette of his little girl in the dark, quivering from fear.

“Hey, it’s okay Emi, I’ll be right back, but daddy has to go see if he can turn the lights back on.” He watched as she shook her head, grip on his sleeve tightening as she shifted closer to him.

“P-please don’t go...daddy I'm scared.” Yuta sighed, he could feel her shaking.

He knelt down to where she was standing on the floor, about to try and convince her to let him fix the lights, when the living room lit up from lightning, and a boom of thunder sounded throughout the house.

Screaming again, your daughter launched herself at Yuta, throwing her arms around his neck, that he was ready for he knew how much she hated thunderstorms.

What he wasn’t ready for was the swing of her legs bringing her left foot directly to his crotch.

You, who was still cradling your son in your lap (your son took much more after you, so the dark and storms never really bothered him all that much), watched as your husband was now knelt on the ground, shaking as he held your crying daughter.

“I-it’s okay Emi...d-daddy’s *gulp* daddy’s not going anywhere.” As your husband painfully got through that sentence, you could hear the octaves of his voice getting higher and higher with each word.

“...Yuta...are you okay?” You asked, confused as to why your husband sounded like he was in an incredible amount of pain.

All you heard was a weak ‘Mhm’ as he continued to hug his daughter, who, in the arms of her father, was feeling much better.

Just then, the lights switched back on, and there you could see Yuta slumping down further when your daughter let go and hopped back on the couch, burrowing into your side.

“...baby? Are you sure you’re okay-” “i’m fiNE.” Now that the lights were back on, you could see that one of his hands were lower, when the realization of what happened hit, you couldn’t decide whether to comfort him or laugh.

You settled on doing both.

Kamo Noritoshi:

Today, Noritoshi would be teaching your 3 sons how to use a bow and arrow.

You weren’t...too worried, I mean your husband was an expert with the weapon and he was an excellent father but.

They’re still your babies, and they’ll still be handling a dangerous weapon, so you made sure beforehand to remind your husband to be extra careful.

Your sons were 10, 8 and 6. He would have taught your daughters but they’re only 4, and you had to put the age limit somewhere.

You sat with your daughters on the porch, setting out the newspapers and setting the canvases down on top of them. Father’s day was coming up, and you knew Noritoshi would love nothing more from his little girls than pictures they had painted for him.

After you got your daughters started on their paintings, you walked to the other side of the porch to watch as Noritoshi talked to your sons, showing them the proper stance to have and how they should be holding the bow.

You smiled as you thought back to when the two of you were still dating, it had been about 3 months since you two had gotten together, and you remember it had been a day-date the two of you had, where he was teaching you how to use a bow. Long story short, he may have used the excuse to teach you how to use the bow to have your first kiss, but you still remember how fun it was to learn how to use it.

You also may or may not have been admiring how nice he looked using a bow. Now that he was older Noritoshi had let his hair grow longer, today it was kept in a low bun, he was also wearing a tighter fitting t-shirt.

You smirked as his eyes caught your own, you being less than obvious about checking him out as he shook his head, suppressing a laugh as he continued to teach the boys.

He snuck a glance at you, a single glance, wanting to admire his wife’s beauty, but that one glance was enough time for his middlest son, who he left in possession of the bow, to swing around and catch him right in his crotch.

Your jaw dropped and your hand came up to your mouth as you gasped, watching your first-grade powerful sorcerer husband bend over with his hands clamped down on his knees, your sons gasping before backing away.

You made your way down to Noritoshi, softly calling his name before your resolve cracked and you started laughing.

You wiped the tears that had started to slip out of your eyes as your laughter died down, only to start laughing again when your husband glared at you saying ‘You raised them that way’ as he tried to steady his breathing.

Nanami Kento:

Nanami was standing with all the other mom’s and dad’s who were waiting to pick up their kids, texting you that he was there and asking for the grocery list since he’d go ahead and get the groceries on his way home.

You were at a doctor’s appointment for a checkup, you were 4 more months away from having your 2nd child, so Nanami offered to leave work a little early and pick your 3 year old daughter Kumiko up from preschool.

It wasn’t long until the school bell rang, the preschool teacher leading the students out of the building.

Nanami slipped his phone into his pocket, eyes sifting through the crowd of kids to find his little girl.

Once he saw those familiar pigtails bouncing towards him, he smiled, patting her head when she ran into his leg and hugged him.

He gently took hold of her hand and they made their way to his car.

“How was your day sweetheart?” He smiled as her face lit up, her recounting her day and telling him all about her friends and the things they did in school.

Usually you’d be the one to pick her up from school, but due from now on Nanami would be taking her to and from preschool.

Which was no problem he didn’t mind, he just had to remember to put her car seat in his car.

“Wait here, I have to get your car seat.” He shook his head with a small chuckle when she responded with an enthusiastic ‘Okay!’ as she looked around while he got her seat out of the trunk.

While he was fighting to get it free she was getting a little antsy cause...backpacks at that age are heavy man.

She had it sitting on her elbows, little huffs coming out as she resisted the urge to let it drop to the ground, knowing full and well that wouldn’t fly with her dad.

Nanami lifted the seat out of the trunk, closing it and walking back around to the back seat, his view was unfortunately blocked by the seat, so he didn’t see how his daughter was swinging her bag back and forth.

He was one step away from being able to put the seat in the car when his daughter turned exceptionally fast, her bag and all the weight carried with it being swung right into his crotch.

His daughter gasped and turned back around when she heard her dad quietly shout in pain, the car seat being ‘gently’ set on the ground as he bent over, groaning as his daughter stood there, little hands covering her mouth, and also her giggles.

“There’s no doubt about it, she’s your daughter. Not only was she not paying attention, but she also laughed at me when I was in pain.” You threw your head back in laughter as your husband pouted as he rolled away from you towards the other side of the bed, you rubbing his back with a ‘Sorry honey~’, both of you knowing that you really weren’t😌

Fushiguro Toji:

**In this, for his/your kids imma just stick with 5 & 6 year old Megumi and Tsumiki cause it makes sense :p**

Toji had gotten home late last night from a mission, and after a shower and a quick meal he crashed the moment he hit you guys’ bed.

It was now approximately 10:30 am the next day. Toji had woken up earlier, but not even the dark roast black cup of coffee he had could stop him from taking a long nap on the couch.

He had no problem with sleeping the day away, his kids however, they had quite the problem with it.

“*Sigh* Mommy...when’s daddy gonna be awake? Our favorite show is gonna come on soon and he’s taking up the couch.” You turned away from the sink where you were washing the dishes to see Megumi and Tsumiki standing by the counter. Normally you’d encourage them to play with their toys or outside instead, but they had been very well behaved this week and your husband needed to wake up some time.

“Probably soon, he came in late last night, so he’s really tired.” Megumi gave you one of his ‘looks’ while huffing, “Mommy, daddy’s always tired, is it okay if we wake him up?”

You turned the water off as you turned to face him, eyebrow raised as your arms crossed over your chest.

“Are you going to hit him?” “No” “Are you going to pour water on him?” “No” “Are you going to use your shikigamI?”...”Megumi?” “*sigh*...no” Shaking your head you failed to suppress a smile, “Be nice”.

So, your 2 children set out on a mission, mission ‘get dad off of the couch so we can watch cartoons’

It was a solid plan really, although you had removed several options on how they would be able to do said plan, but alas Megumi was a resourceful child and really wanted to watch his cartoons.

Toji had briefly woken up, he was laying on his back, and one of his arms was slung over his eyes, trying to block out the sunlight.

He could hear the sounds of the water running and dishes being moved, along with the light thuds that no doubt came from his children running around and causing chaos.

He was just about to doze back off, just about to get more sleep, when “ATTACK!!” Before he could so much as block his children came hurdling over the side of the couch, Tsumiki landing on his legs while Megumi landed right on his abdomen.

Or rather, meant to, his aim and perception of his father’s height was a little off, so his knee landed a little lower than he would have intended, not like he really thought too hard about it beforehand. Megumi had cartoons to watch and his dad was just an obstacle😞💅.

Toji, who was now wide awake, sat up, hands clutching at his clutch while he stared wide eyed at his children who were nonchalantly sitting on the now mostly available couch, turning the TV to the right channel.

“W-how-why?! You tryin’ to kill me?!” Megumi looked at his father with boredom, shrugging his shoulders with an ‘I dunno’ before turning back to his show. Toji getting up to slump around your shoulders as you broke out in laughter when he told you what happened.

Zen'in Naoya:

People could say what they want about Naoya, that he was stuck up, acted like he was too good for this world, and your personal favorite that he must be a terrible father because he was Naoya Zen’in.

But here he was, dodging his laughing children as they ran around, trying to tag him as he smiled, dipping right at the perfect moment so they couldn’t quite catch him.

You shook your head, leaning against the railing as you watch your husband play with your son and daughter, a smile present on his face as his lightly colored hair swooshed around him.

It was good to see how truly happy he was nowadays, no longer being put up on a pedestal, no longer under the heavy pressure that came from being in the Zen’in clan, and out of the watchful eyes of his family. It was good to see him being himself. Could he still be a jerk? Absolutely. Did he ever dare act that way towards you or your babies? Absolutely not.

“Close, but not close enough.” Your son furrowed his eyebrows as he faced his dad, “That’s not fair! You cheated!” Your little girl echoing his pout as her hands sassily placed themselves on her hips.

Naoya laughed, hand coming up to his chest as he leaned down in front of his children so that his hands were resting on his knees.

“What? Cheating...why would you go and accuse me of that?!” You could tell he was fighting a smile, the way the corners of his lips kept tugging upwards as he struggled to maintain a face of confusion.

“You know what you did dad! You used your speed! And that’s cheating!”

Naoya shook his head, “I would never, right Y/n? I’d never betray my own flesh and blood-” Just as he had turned around to face you, his son had taken a step forward, braced himself, and swung his leg up right in between his father’s and right into his balls.

Shrieking Naoya fell the the grass shaking as he stayed in a modified version of the fetal position as his oldest son ran with his arms raised in victory and his daughter crouched down next to him, poking him asking him if he was dead.

You were still on the porch doubled over in laughter.

“Y-you might not betray your own flesh and blood *wheeze* but they sure did betray you!”

Choso:

Choso and you had taken your 4 year old daughters to the park.

Your guys had 2 wonderful little girls, and even though they were fraternal twins they were still incredibly similar, both in looks and in personality.

As soon as you guys got to the park your girls took off with their cousins (Itadori’s kids cause obviously, it was a play date<3) to go play while you, Choso and the remaining Itadori’s went to sit at one of the pavilions.

You guys had been there for just about an hour when your kids came running back, asking if you guys could push them on the swings.

Choso took one daughter while you took the other, Itadori and his wife doing the same with their sons.

Choso couldn’t keep the smile off his face watching his family, and his extended family being all in one place, all having a good time. He almost shed a tear at how whole he felt, at how fulfilled he felt.

“Daddy! Higher!” Choso smiled wider, “Okay, but you have to hold on! Don’t let go!”. And so, using his big muscles, he (responsibly of course, he’s a good dad and you were right there.) pushed her higher and higher.

Memories of doing this with his own brothers flashed through his head and he couldn’t help but sigh with bliss as he thought about little Yuji doing the same thing.

“Higher!” Not quite thinking, he obliged with his daughters request, the action not quite resonating that he’d need to take a good step back because she was going higher, and also coming back further.

Just when his daughter came swinging back, he realized he was a little too close, and he would’ve been fine, except for the fact that as she went back, her legs curled back, her heels catching him right in between his legs.

Choso could feel his soul leave his body, his body freezing as his daughter gasped, stopping herself as quickly (and as safely since you came over to help her) as she could so she could hop off of her swing and turn to her dad, tugging on her sleeve with worry in her eyes.

This of course attracted the attention of his other child, nephews and most unfortunate of all, his brother. Who when he learned what had happened, burst from the seams of laughter watching his older sister stay kneeled on the ground in pain.

Gojo Satoru:

Gojo didn’t get a lot of time off.

Not only was he a full time teacher, mentor and the strongest sorcerer alive, but he was also a husband and a father, and somehow he managed it quite well to be honest.

You can imagine he was pretty busy, hence he didn’t get a lot of time off.

But when he did, you better believe he spent it with his family.

You guys had 3 boys (I just feel like he’s one that would want multiple kids, so when he is gone, no body’s left alone🥺),and he was always sure to spend time with all 3 equally, being careful never to leave anyone out.

At this particular moment, he was with your 8 year old, your oldest son.

They were playing with swords, and it came as no surprise to you that it was your husband's idea in the first place to play with said swords.

“En garde!” You watched from the doorway as your husband and oldest son fought with the swords, your husband had obviously turned off his infinity to ‘level the playing field’, even though you both knew that wouldn’t do much.

But to his son, it was all he needed to take his old man down.

“Whoa there, you tryin’ to kill me little guy?” Gojo said as he narrowly avoided his eye being poked out by the sword. “Yeah, be careful baby. Those eyes are his only redeeming feature.” Gojo sputtered as your son giggled as you smirked, kissing your son on his head and ruffling his hair before doing the same to your husband who pulled you down for a kiss on the lips.

Being *disgusted* by his parents actions, your son turned around to continue practicing his swordsmanship, completely oblivious to you leaving the room and Gojo walking up behind his son.

Deciding he had mastered his new ‘technique’ his sons eyes lit up, and with his sword ready he turned round ready to show his dad his new trick.

“Hey dad! Check this-” As soon as his upper body had spun around the thick foam sword he had been wielding thrust itself directly into Gojo’s crotch, causing the man to slump to his knees, then to his side, hands still guarding his lower region as he shook.

Your son then got up, eyes wide as he slowly slipped out of the room, telling you ‘Dad’s down….I think he’s gonna be down for a while.’ when he passed you in the hallway.

Sukuna Ryomen:

You and your husband Sukuna’s son had just turned 2 a couple of months ago, and so far the so called ‘terrible twos’ had been far more than terrible, and you were starting to think it was genetic…

“I- what do you mean no?! You like carrots!” You sighed as your fingers massaged your temples, watching as your husband fought with your toddler to get him to eat his lunch.

“No, I don’t like them daddy.” Your son huffed, his dark brows drawn close together as he returned the glare Sukuna was giving him.

When this started happening, you had obviously stepped in, and your son would eat his vegetables and what not when you told him to. The problem came when Sukuna asked him to, and that’s where the problem stemmed from. The real problem at hand being his ego.

“Well, that’s too bad. Carrots are good for your ears or whatever, and if you want to be big and strong like daddy, you have to eat those carrots.” Your son crossed his little arms over his chest, turning his head away and refusing to look towards his father.

You sighed, standing up and walking over to where your husband sat, slowly rubbing his shoulders and back until he was no longer seconds away from exploding. “Honey, take a breather, he’s just being difficult again you know this.” Sukuna huffed, grumbling as he took an angry sip from his coffee.

“Still...he does it when you ask...just not when I do it..” You knew this had little to do with his son not eating his carrots, and all to do with his son not listening to him, which he of course equated to his son not liking him. Which truly wasn’t the case, the twos are just not a good time for toddlers (parents…).

Putting on your sternest mom expression, you walked in front of your son, “Ryosuke. Your dad’s asked you several times to eat your carrots, you need to eat them baby.” Your toddler grumbled before turning back to his plate and eating his carrots, your husbands jaw dropping as you walked past him and softly patted his shoulder.

When your son finished his lunch, you had gone to switch the laundry from the washer to the dryer, so you weren’t there to let him out of his high chair. And as much as he didn’t want to associate with the enemy aka dad…

He uh...kinda needed out of that chair :p

Putting aside his toddler pride he stuck his arms up, “Daddy...get mommy...I wan’ out.” Sukuna raised an eyebrow, looking at his son with a gaze that said ‘really?’.

“I’m right here, your moms busy but I’ll let you out bud.” Your son pouted, trying his best to glare at his dad, but even the fiery gaze from his own flesh and blood didn’t stop the king of curses from getting out of his chair and walking around to the high chair.

Undoing the straps and latches he lifted his squirming son out of the chair, immediately having to adjust his grip so he didn’t drop him.

“Hey! Ryosuke stop kicking me! You’re going to fa-” Just then one of his sons legs went flying into Sukuna’s crotch. Just then you had walked out of the laundry room and into the kitchen/dining room, watching as your husband clumsily set down your son who ran but more like wobbled over towards you.

You just watched as Sukuna tightly gripped the table, his form still shaking as your son wobbled off to his playroom while you walked over to your husband, who was trying to dull the stinging pain of being brutally betrayed by his first born.

#jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #megumi fushiguro x reader #itadori x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #noritoshi kamo x reader #nanami x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #naoya x reader #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader #choso x reader #I JUST REALIZED I TAGGED GETO THE FIRST TIME AND I APOLOGIZE #i try to only tag who is actually in there but i messed up #sorry about that

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c!Dream and the rules

(/dsmp /rp, all names refer to characters, not content creators)

I think one of the most striking parts of Exile is something that I rarely see talked about, and it’s Dream’s rules. Or rather, how his rules were made to be used as justification to hurt Tommy.

The thing about exile is that, outside of the initial rule of “Don’t go back to L’Manburg”, Dream never told Tommy the rules, yet constantly operated under the assumption that Tommy already knew them, and had accepted them. The rules also changed constantly, without Tommy ever being notified until he was already in trouble.

The second time Dream told Tommy to put his armor in the hole, he didn’t tell Tommy to do that right away. Instead, the conversation went like this (slightly edited to remove stammering and unrelated dialogue).

Dream: Do you have, uh… something you wanna put on the floor here? Tommy: Yes. (drops two pieces of red concrete as Dream digs a hole) Dre-eam! You’re evil. You’re evil. Dream: Anything else, Tommy? Tommy: Nope! Dream: Oh c’mon, I know there’s something else you wanna drop down here. Tommy: (panicking slightly) No, there… (messages BBH “take this and run”, throws him the disc BBH had gifted him earlier) Um… I don’t reckon there is! (pause) Dream: Okay, are you suuuure? Tommy: YES. Dream: Alright… How ‘bout your armor, Tommy? Tommy: Well, no, this is- I actually earned this myself. Dream: I know you did! Tommy: Leave me alone. Dream: Just drop it in the hole, Tommy. Tommy: Wh- no, NO, you can’t just come and demand things from me! I’ve been exiled, I’ve done your shit, what do you mean?! Dream: (sing-song) Tommy… Tommy: What? (Dream hits Tommy with his axe, taking over half his health) Tommy: (screams, drops his armor) OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY!

The only rule Tommy was aware of at this time was that he wasn’t allowed to go back to L’Manburg. Dream had taken his armor the night before, but there was no indication that he expected Tommy to do this constantly. Taking his armor upon initially arriving at Logstedshire made some kind of sense, allowing Tommy to keep it would run the risk of him trying to fight his way back into L’Manburg. Taking his new, very shitty armor (seriously it was an iron chestplate and a pair of golden leggings he got from a ruined portal chest) made no sense at all, so the fact that Tommy was confused and refused to cooperate at first isn’t unexpected in the slightest.

And the thing is… Dream was aware of this fact. Throughout the conversation, he never really sounded annoyed, and was actively teasing Tommy at times. This isn’t a good thing btw, it’s a sign that he was fully aware that Tommy didn’t know what he wanted from him, and that that would create a situation where Dream could “put him in his place” as it were.

If you’re a parent, and your kid does something that’s not allowed, without knowing it’s not allowed, you don’t start off with a beating. You sit them down, calmly explain the rules to them and explain why those rules are there, then send them on their way with the knowledge that they shouldn't do it again.

This interaction wasn’t an instance of Tommy acting out and Dream correcting him. This interaction was a trap. Dream set Tommy up to fail by not telling him the rules beforehand, and when Tommy offered even the slightest bit of resistance and asked why he needed to drop his armor, Dream jumped straight to beating him. It’s a powerplay, plain and simple.

This is demonstrated again with the destruction of Logstedshire. Dream got pissed that Tommy disobeyed him by having hidden chests with gear under his house, and retaliated by destroying everything Tommy had built, destroying every item he’d collected, killing his pet and only foodsource, barring him from the Nether, banning everyone except himself from visiting, and telling him to start over from scratch after a whole lecture about how Tommy betrayed him.

Again, I wanna point out some specific lines from this lecture that illustrate my point very well.

Dream: You were lying to me! You were lying to me. Tommy: No- Why was I lying?! Dream: What do you mean, why were you lying?! Tommy: I wasn’t hi- I wasn’t- Dream: You hid things in a chest knowing they were things I wouldn’t want you to have! And you hid it in a way that way I would never find it!

Except Tommy didn’t know that. The contents of the stash were all items that Tommy had obtained previously without any issue (diamonds, emeralds, iron, ender pearls, some pickaxes, and some purely sentimental items like flowers, a jukebox, and pictures of Tubbo and L’Manburg). In fact, the vast majority of them came from Tommy’s aboveground storage, which Dream had full access to, and had looked through before!

Dream also never said Tommy wasn’t allowed to hide stuff, and there was nothing to suggest he didn’t want Tommy to keep secrets from him.

There’s been a theory floating around for a while that Dream knew about Tommy’s item stash beforehand, since it was a very strange place to dig a hole (like, right in front of the house in the center of Logstedshire itself, instead of out in the plains where the TNT wouldn’t damage any structures), and Tommy had previously forgotten to cover up the entrance ladder. While Dream hadn’t looked inside the house, he would’ve definitely heard Tommy place the block back.

If this theory is correct, then this was yet another trap. Dream knew Tommy had a hidden room, and instead of just saying “hey, I don’t want you to have a hidden stash, go put this back and fill in the room” (which would’ve still been bullshit btw), he went COMPLETELY ballistic, destroyed EVERYTHING Tommy had, and while doing it, kept admonishing Tommy for betraying him, said shit like “I thought we were friends”, and even accused him of preparing to attack Dream. Again, a powerplay.

Hell, even the exile conflict itself is this! Tommy was exiled for griefing the king’s property while being a high-ranking official in L’Manburg. Except Fundy, the then-president’s son, CONSTANTLY griefed Eret’s shit after the L’Manburg war, ranging from ripping down one of their towers to “shrink” it, filling another tower with water, and multiple elaborate plots to steal the throne from under their nose. But apparently, between all of that shit and the exile-conflict, the rules were silently changed, meaning Dream could exile Tommy for breaking a couple blocks and placing some rude signs in George’s house. Even the punishment itself was changed without warning, as Tommy went from being exiled from L’Manburg to exiled from “everywhere that’s ever been touched.”

...I was originally gonna make a different point here. I may put it in the reblogs, because I still think it’s very interesting. But, in the middle of writing this essay I had to stop because it was late, then I spent the entire next day packing up because I’m in the middle of a move. It's now the next evening, I'm sat in my new room, on my camping bed, I opened this doc because I pretty much forgot what I typed, I reread it, and then I realized… This isn’t an isolated series of events. This is a pattern for Dream.

Before Tommy first joined the server, there were only three set rules: no stealing, no griefing, and no killing people. Except by that point, those rules weren’t enforced at all. In fact, Dream broke all three at once at one point, by killing George and burning his diamond armor because he didn’t feel it was fair that George got to run around in full diamond when everyone else still had iron.

Tommy joined the server, and broke the rules like everyone else. He stole shit, broke shit, killed George for funsies… and he got exiled for it. Seriously, they dumped him in an empty snowfield for breaking rules that nobody had enforced for weeks. So technically, the Exile-arc isn’t even the first time something like this has happened to him!

During the events that would eventually spark the Disc War, Sapnap stole a bunch of Tommy’s items (including the only Netherite chestplate on the server at the time), and told him he’d only give the stuff back if Tommy helped him with a conflict he had with Ponk. Long story short, Dream tried to intervene and was killed by Tommy and Sapnap, and Dream stole Tommy’s discs to force him to apologize. He then kept the discs, and the Disc War followed. Sapnap, despite being the aggressor and arguably forcing Tommy to participate in the conflict, was never punished.

This proves not only that the rules can change whenever Dream feels like it, but that they’re arbitrarily enforced. Dream refuses to punish his friends for the same crimes he endlessly fucks over Tommy for.

L’Manburg was created in part because of the fact that the rules were unevenly enforced. Tommy, Wilbur, and later Tubbo were repeatedly killed, stolen from, imprisoned, and even held hostage for very minor crimes, while the people killing, imprisoning, kidnapping and stealing from them were able to do so without impunity.

This was also the point where Dream just started making up new rules; there was no rule against having governments on the server, or making a separate area where Dream’s rules wouldn’t apply, so Dream banned governments, and used this new rule as an excuse to kill them, take their items, and tear their land to shreds.

And that’s another thing: the punishments for breaking Dream’s rules are INCREDIBLY harsh.

Kill him non-canonically one time? Your most prized possessions will now be dangled over your head and used to hurt you for the next few months.

Make a country with different laws that doesn’t infringe on anyone’s territory, has no desire to expand, is explicitly pacifistic and open to trade negotiations? You’ll be forced to fight a war you’re in no way equipped to fight, you’ll be betrayed and murdered and have your land destroyed in front of your very eyes until you literally have no choice but to surrender.

Mildly vandalize the king’s house, which nobody else has ever been punished for? You’ll be dragged into court, exiled from your home, and subjected to weeks of abuse until you believe that all of your friends hate you and you actively want to kill yourself.

Hide some stuff in a secret chest? Your only shelter will be exploded, your pet/only food source will be killed, all your items will be destroyed, you’ll be banned from the Nether, and none of your friends will be allowed to come see you.

This is all such disproportionate retribution it’s ridiculous. It’s like punishing someone for speeding by blowing up their car with a ballistic missile.

So to sum up: Dream’s rules are arbitrarily enforced, and he can just straight up make them up on the spot if he feels like it. Sometimes, he won’t tell you a rule exists until you’ve already broken it, and you’re treated as if you broke it out of malice instead of genuine ignorance. And if you do break a rule, and he decides you have to be punished, it will always be a punishment so harsh it doesn’t even ATTEMPT to fit the crime.

I don’t know about you, but that sounds pretty fucking corrupt and tyrannical to me.

When people say Tommy deserved exile, or made Dream spiral into villainy, or abused Dream somehow (seriously I’ve seen this take multiple times and every time it makes my brain melt) by breaking the rules, I would invite them to take a step back and ask themselves, why did that rule exist? Did Tommy know it existed? Was it enforced for everyone other than him as well? Does the punishment fit the crime?

Dream has a bad habit of making up rules, or enforcing old ones that were never enforced before, to punish those who threaten his power. None of the Dream Team were ever punished for anything, despite committing the same crimes as the L’Manburgians. That is, until they founded Mexican L’Manburg (i.e. went against Dream’s rule), at which point they were attacked by Dream and George was dethroned for “not being neutral enough.”

Tommy should’ve faced consequences for what he did. But those consequences should’ve come naturally, and been carried out by the people he hurt. Like, if Dream hadn’t intervened, griefing George’s house would’ve resulted in George griefing Tommy back in revenge. In fact, he DID do that, by turning Tommy’s entire house into granite and putting the Jump In The Cadillac picture on his front lawn.

These are natural, proportionate consequences. Exile was none of that. The Disc War was none of that. Everything that happened to L’Manburg was none of that.

Dream’s rules and how he enforces them are inherently corrupt and tyrannical. To pretend it’s anything but is disingenuous at best.

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp analysis #c!dream #c!tommy #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #i had a COMPLETELY different point that i wanted to make but then i thought about it and went w a i t #uhhh if you wanna hear my original point lemme know i guess #anyway c!dream is such an interesting character! i hate him!#little green bastard man #c!dream critical

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