#ooc; ~mama k~

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

// I was meant to reply tonight... But these three give me such joy and anguish all at the same time. We never see even fanart of just the three of them, so this'll have to do.

// Can't stop, won't stop. Blame @galefcrce and @apalestar for their outstanding Gale and Astarion giving me so many beautiful (and painful) ideas.

[penddraig]

can i just say something. can i say something can i just say something.

asians writing asian muses on here make me smile, and make me feel so comfy. :)

[magicalshe]

OOC MOBILE.

Guys!! I got gifted Baldur’s Gate 3 as a late birthday gift and I’m screaming so loud rn. I’m freaking making Doris!! Idk if ‘Divination’ is a Wizard subclass in this but if it is I’ll flip my shit in the best way possible.

[crownshattered]

|| oh yeah.....it's all coming together....

[lucamcknight]

▪▫▪ one and only rebel child ▪▫▪

luca mcknight is a leo born august, 3rd 1992 in nashville, tn. he is thirty years old, single and currently works as head of catering crew chief and HEAD CHEF of aew on behalf of his catering business, the southern way based in savannah, georgia. he’s a veteran, former ncaa strength coach and gymgoer. always preaching about healthy fitness vs. unhealthy obsession, luca has never been shy about sharing his opinions. as a veteran, he’s used his platform more than once to silence “pro-america” weirdos. he is forever in search for the perfect burger and never will turn down a sugary confection.

ooc + plotting:

currently open to plotting exes, FWB, current/future baby mamas (j/k), friends, family and whatever else. really, anything but ships as they’re preferred to be done by chemistry with little planning. note: i also would love to see his crew who work alongside him at aew: chefs/cooks, sous chefs, bakers (since he’s not allowed to with his sweet tooth) and servers of all kinds. all positions are open to interns, too. they also do not have to live in savannah, ga due to special circumstances but feel free! if any questions, please msg me! i’m friendly and would love to connect.

[stuckstucktrolls]

🧸

It's a little stuffed opossum! Its from Warren to Prokyn. Warren grips it in his hands as he hands it over. "For that time we met at the gas station when I shot up the store," he says.

((A little ooc but I think it could be cute lol))

"Th?nk y?u. T? b? hon?st, as?de fr?m see?ng my q?ads, th?t w?s th? b?st th?ng t? happ?n t? m? th?t we?k."

Prokyn still accepts the plush, stuffing it in his coat pocket. Mama would love it.

"? l?ke yo?r g?n. Y?u lik? b?gs ?t ?ll?"

[sinnhelmingr]

A BRIEF OOC MOMENT TO BRAG ON MY GOOD BOY WHO I AM GIVING A B IN BEING LEFT HOME ALONE FOR THE FIRST TIME.

Doc K*ladin Home Alone Scores: Sissy: B ; Mommy: B+

Pros:

No matter how long he was left alone he did not mess in the house

He left the furniture alone except to scooch the couch which he does anyway even if people are home

Left his new toys intact while clearly having played w them

Got some stuff off the table and did not eat or tear them up

Cons:

Got on table and ate pretty much everything up there

Got hold of snacks and thought he was people so he ate a lot of them

Scratched up my door and front door

Got ketchup packets on Mama's bed and tore em open

Overall, a very good boy, 8/10, I expected our 90 pound velcro dog to leave just the foundations of the house standing. What he did mess with can easily be fixed/cleaned/prevented, so I am very proud of him.

That is all. Thank you.

[sentofight]

ooc. something i wanna quickly touch upon because i'm looking for a good LP for rebirth to watch. it's something i saw some tweets about and its how zack does not really or should not or can't have that much of influence on the characters of ff7. basically the whole he is overrated and only there because the story needed a 'fake cloud' or something like that crap. thankfully my brain errored mid way and tl refreshed and i lost the tweet so whatever~ and i remember seeing something about it here on dinglr a while back so... HMMM

the beef is with zack's relationship to tsung, sephiroth and cissnei and the changes occurred within them because of him.

i get that zack does not seem like a "reliable" character and you wouldn't think he is capable of impacting people's lives around him but if you actually played crisis for a couple of hours you will see that HE IS the kind of character that influences people.

i'll keep this concise because i want to go back to this in another post and make it lengthy but after i watch rebirth and take a moment to tie things up u know.

ok. let's talk about the people around zack and how they changed because he was around.

angeal: the guy for a moment lost (more like almost gave up??? help me on this angeal's fans/rpers) his own 'ideals' but because zack kept cherishing them, and actually applying them, angeal felt like ye this is actually could work in the end. he wanted to see how his ideals, his dreams and legacy are going to be carried by someone like zack; hence his replica followed him to the church and kept protecting him and aerith. angeal may have thought he is a monster and all of that but zack didn't make him feel like that even when he was dying. (listen i will go hyaena on the angeal part but imma be a good girl and stay my tongue till i see more of rebirth..ANGEAL WAAAA!!!!!) OK I LIED!!!! ANGEAL'S EVERYONE IDEAL MENTOR! AND ZACK GOT HIM TO BE HIS MENTOR! AND EVERYTHING! ANGEAL THOUGHT HE MIGHT GAVE UP OR WHATEVER BUT ZACK GLUED HIMSELF TO HIM SO HE CAN LEARN AND BE FIRST SOBS AND ANGEAL JUST FINDIN HIM ENDEARING AND SLOWLY GROWING TO ADMIRE THAT RIDICLIOUS OPTIMISIM IN HIM SOBS.

tsung: listen, if you can get a guy who's job is to do his mission and nothing more to actually bend the law a little bit and keep love letters from your girlfriend for you for 4 years then IDK WHAT IS THIS CALLED THAN BEING INFLUNCED HUH??????????? let's not talk about actually allowing him to stay around aerith even though tsung is supposed to watch over her and make sure her existence is not exposed?????? and there is zack happily going to visit aerith to talk to her about his day~ listen, tsung is an important friend to zack, HE IS ON HIS DMW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! who else would tsung use in any backwater places as a guide than zack???

sephybroth!!!! the bro. legit i hope we can see more of their missions together. HAVE YOU SEEN SEPHY SMILE BECAUSE ZACK IS BEING AN IDIOT SANDWICH??? listen. the fact that sepiroth was ok for zack to tag along with missions and actually gave him advice here and there is just wow in my brain. iconic line "AND WHAT?" do you think someone would live after yelling into sephy's ear like that? jokes aside, have you thought about how 'normal' their conversations are??? its not like sephy had to make himself 'hoho look at me im big and hotshot listen to me peasant' and zack is just ...zack. he sees sephiroth more than ''UWU FIRST!!! UWU !!!!" sephy is just sephy just like him--another guy who is doing his best in his given job. look i have a lot of things in my brain but it is not coming out the way i want kdjaskljaslkjdslkjdfs k me. just think about if zack hadn't disappear for 4 years could he have done something to idk ...stop(?) sephy? i mean by that time sephy was getting kidnapped by his mama's brain cells but u know...power of friendship 🥺

cissnei: ... look. i get some thinks it is ooc of her to 'abandon' her mission in favor of giving zack time to escape. i get it dont get me wrong but you ignore the fact that she is a human???? she's not a machine. i'm sure she, if you want to see it, have some feelings for zack, or simply finds it unfair that someone was under unhuman experiments for 4 years suddenly get tracked down and wanted dead for simply existing. so for me, i think what she did follows some kind of logic. if tsung cleared the order to look for zack first to save him, it wouldn't be that strange that cissnei follows suit and want to save him in her own way. i get brain damaged when people start linking things deeper to the whole feminist and whatever--again dont get me wrong i dont like the whole 'i change for a guy' / 'i ruin my life for a guy' kind of thing but did she ruined her life???? or change that drastically??? when you think about it he gave her more ...memories and feelings to get in touch with other than the constant turk missions which are brutal lets be real. zack gave her the option to have a friend ;A; !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IS IT WRONG TO HAVE A FRIEND --CRUSH???????????????????? SHUT HE FUCK ER EUP SKJSFSD S SHUT UP DONT DOTUFCHCHF TOUCH MEEE WAAAAAAAAA

ok i wanna go on but these top makes me go 🙃🔪 i wont touch ae/rith or c/loud or t/ifa at the moment because....... i want to have my brain cells for the night.

[chuuyrr]

chaos

platonic! jujutsu kaisen x scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader

masterlist | rules

"your daughter is the scarlet witch. a being not born, but forged from chaos.

she's unique from the rest of her versions. it intrigues me to find out what path she will take in this one. will she ask me to mentor her again? will she create another reality? who knows? it's exciting and frightening at the same time."

synopsis:

you were the youngest child of fushiguro, toji. you were also born with exceptional cursed energy, or so they thought. they couldn't exactly sense that cursed energy from you unless you made it specify known.

before your father took his last breath, he left you in gojo's care, little did you know that it was going to be one hell of a rollercoaster of chaos and heart attacks for you and your father-figure, gojo satoru.

warning:

major manga/anime spoilers—along with wandavision, wanda maximoff in general; themes of angst, sad, crack and fluff.

this is going to be a crack themed series, consisting of scenarios and headcanons as requested :) do note that the portrayal of the jjk characters might be a lil' ooc!

there is no accurate timeline or year gaps so please don't attack me with "why is scarlet bb fushiguro still a baby when gojo got her around the time toji died, and then cue timeskip?" this is a oneshot series and a crossover, meaning that jujutsu kaisen might crossover fandoms like tokyo revengers and bungou stray dog, but all of it will be dependent on the request sent at my inbox / ask-box.

reader is afab unless stated/requested otherwise.

check the links in my pinned post before requesting.

inspiration:

this oneshot series is inspired by @thera-daydreams' the sweet old lady is a witch series, along with the amount of platonic headcanons and scenarios i've read under 'jujutsu kaisen x reader' tags. please check out thera's series, it is well-written and highly recommended to read (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

playlist:

— SIDE A ;

the feels, twice

talk that talk, twice

breeze, (k)now_name

kiss later, yeojin/loona

sports, beach bunny

good parts, le sserafim

sour grapes, le sserafim

russian roulette, red velvet

shinunoga e-wa, fujii kaze

— SIDE B ;

judas, lady gaga

after dark, mr. kitty

doin' time, lana del rey

dark horse, katy perry

ready for it, taylor swift

mary on a cross, ghost

hayloft ii, mother mother

don't blame me, taylor swift

the collection:

character profile

character profile of reader's partner

general

jjk students

dad! gojo satoru

dad! fushiguro toji

brother! fushiguro megumi

sister! fushiguro tsumiki

mama-figure! iori utahime

brother-figure! choso

uncle! geto suguru

uncle! nanami kento

platonic! ryomen sukuna

other versions of reader

jujutsu kaisen x tokyo revengers

jujutsu kaisen x bungo stray dogs

[tendous-socks]

TOKYO REVENGERS HEADCANONS OF ME BEING NON BINARY / REACTING TO SOMEONE BEING NON BINARY

tw: ⚠️⚠️kisaki⚠️⚠️ and manga spoilers, mentions of death, transphobia,

would misgender and dead-name me

1.kisaki.

must i need an explanation?😐

2. shion

“ what’re you gonna do about it?? HUH?? WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT ???”

actively looks for a fight

… if y’all are in a relationship he’d still call you his “girl” but beats people up for doing so….

3. mucho

i get the vibes that he’s traditional

would silently stare in judgment

4. mochi

he just doesn’t care clslfkxkslk

thinks it’s weird

“ nor/mal”

7. rindou..

“you either have a pen or a vag. “

8.ran

“interesting”

*continues dead naming me*

9. KOKO

he would be nicer about it when he’s in toman due to inui… but once they’re separated- an ABSOLUTE MEANCE

… reluctantly apart of the protection squad with inui ( enjoys beating people up tho)

10. bontent mikey

… he’s just so tired and doesn’t really care ) that is if you’re not close with him… but then again how close can you really get?)

11. ) PAH CHIN

AND ONLY BECAUSE HE WAS IGNORANT AND HIS FATHER DIDN BELIEVE IN THAT STUFF AND HE DIDNT KNOW BUT THEN ( if y’all are close ) HE’D FEEL BAD AND AFTER YOU EXPLAINED IT TO HIM HE TOLD PEH CHIN TOO AND WERE SURPRISINGLY SUPPORTIVE

but if y’all ain’t close he would slowly get the hint… this is canon.

because i said so-

11. sanzu…

he’s quietly judging you

EDIT

SOMEONE SAID SANZU WOULD USE ANY PRONOUNS AND I REALLY LIKE THAT HC-

SO SANZU WOULD PROBABLY JUST ‘ SILENTLY JUDGE YOU’ SO OTHERS DONT CATCH ON MHMHM

12. akashi

traditional- plus it was a different era for him growing up so…

(would glare at someone if he really did see you getting emotionally distressed)

13. smiley

“ that’s one of the most stupidest shit ive ever fucking heard 😁”

.🙁

“ you either have tits or a dick “

.☹️

but would beat people up if you get SUPER upset ( call it his protect instincts with angry, but would send people to the hospital)

14. taiju

“ i wanna church girl who goes to church and reads her bible “

would spit at me

- WHO WOULD BEAT SOMEONE UP FOR DEAD-NAMING / MISGENDERING

1. PAH CHIN AND PEH YAN

THEYRE ABSOLUTE MENACES TO SOCIETY IF SOMEONE CALLS YOU A GIRL / BOY

head canon : during tenjiku you were there and had to adjust your transtape cause it was coming lose 🙄

which is literally the most annoying thing in the world-

and shion saw you.

he came up and was like “ HUH WHAT’VE WE GOT HERE?? A GIRL PRETENDING TO BE A G-“

couldn’t even finish his sentence with how fast peh chin clocked his ass 🤭

( peh yan supremacy)

2. my main man takemichy

no explanation needed ( maybe deadnamed you only once cause he didn’t know)

3. inui cause i said so

5. BAJI BAJI

BAJI WOULD ALMOST KILL A DUDE FOR CALLING YOU YOUR DEAD NAME

i KNOW mama baji raised him right ✋🙄

almost clocked chifuyu when you told him about your first encounter kcksldofospdoco

almost clocked your mom when she said “you got it girlfriend”

she was confused when she saw you desperately trying to prevent the next criminal minds episode

best listener for body dystrophia fight me 🙉❤️

6. senju

*comes out*

“..oh okay! anyways as i was saying [preferred name] “

would need some gentle reminders only once or twice cause i will say it does take a bit of time for people to get used to it and there are always a few slip ups

tells akashi about your pronouns ( ONLY WITH YOUR CONSENT OFC)

( promises to try and be more girly if he calls you by them and your preferred name)

she wants you to go into more details about what you’re feeling cause she’s genuinely very interested about everything and she wants to know more about you.

7. emma 😻 vv supportive 🙌🙌

*sicks mikey and draken out on anyone who hurts your feelings

“you know [blah blah blah] from history?”

“of course yeah “

“yeah he ended up calling me slur during class- what’re you doing?”

*emma pulling out her phone

“hm? oh nothing don’t worry about it”

gave more insight about it to draken and mikey

8. HINA

YALL SAW HOW SHE SLAPPED MIKEY-

THIS GIRL WOULD D R A G A BITCH BY THEIR HAIR IF SHE SAW THEM BULLYING YOU

the one of correct takemichy

9. yuzuha

hina but 10x worse

trips transphobes for shit and giggles 🤪🤞

i like to think that the girls (all 4) would just all stare down a girl who was shit talking you and just pick her apart mercilessly ( a little ooc but this is my head canons so they can be whatever i say they are)

ones idk about

1. mikey

he knows that you can handle yourself so he lets you correct people.

or

sometimes he’ll jump in and correct them instead for one of two reasons.

1. he felt like it

2. they kept calling you your dead name and misgendering you EVEN THOUGH you already corrected them

but if the person ACTIVELY does that and says some… not so fruity things. he’ll send em to the hospital and end up on life support 😌☝️

like dom tertto, he cares about his family. and toman is his family, and you’re in toman ( not THAT kind of y/n way 🙄 )

“ BE WHO YOU AREE🌈🌈🌈🌈🤪🤞🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈”

1. draken

… listen… idk why, but i just don’t SEE him beating people up for misgendering me… well okay i kinda see it,

but he’d be like, “ i don’t understand what you’re going through, but i support you and if you want to talk about it i’m here”

wants to try and understand so like i said before, he lets you rant about what you’re feeling

would let you handle your own battles cause your strong enough to

a true king 😎🙌

does in fact throw punches when it gets REALLY BAD

2. angry

… idk h o w empathic he is and how mad he’d have to be on your behalf when people actively kept misgendering you to become the blue ogre.

but he’d just start crying at the confrontation.. 😐

my hero ig 🤥

3. izana

“ that’s fucking stupid”

*beats up middle aged woman who said for you to “ have a good day ma’am”

but if y’all close he’ll only say it’s stupid once when he sees you genuinely upset and ignoring him

“ be who you are.. 🌈”

4. kaku

same boat as izana, A LOT less judgmental

5. mitsuya

won’t hesitate to send a bitch flying

actively corrects people

( teaches luna and mana about your pronouns for the next time you come over 🕺🏻)

TAKES YOU SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES

6. haitani brothers

*actively bullies you

*bullies kid into the grave for looking at your chest area

7. …hakkai

he accidentally slipped up once🤒

WHEN I SAY THIS MANS FACE WENT PALE- HE DIDNT TALK TO YOU FOR A W E E K MINIUM CAUSE HE FELT SO BAD

YOU KEPT TELLING HIM THAT ITS FINE-

BUT HE FELT AWFUL

( has nightmares about it)

8. chifuyu would only do it in his mohawk era cause he wanted to seem metal and impress da boys 🥶🥶☝️☝️

pulled you aside at the end of the day to apologize

( like i said before, baji almost clocked him when you told him about your first encounter )

who am i kidding they’re all in gangs, they’d probably kill someone if they hurt you cospwpfoslief

——————

IF YALL GOT ANYMORE IDEAS LMK CAUSE IM INVESTED IN YHIS AND WANNA HEAR WHAT YALL THINK

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

// Me: "right, let's get on with breakfast-"

// My Brain: "so Karlach saw Astarion before he could jump her at the beginning, so I didn't get to see a Strength-dump-stat, weedy little vampire take down Mama K. I bet it looks like this:-"

[kelkat9]

Hello! For the fanfic asks: B, K, S. Have a lovely day! <3

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Okay so I believe in being direct so these answers are meant to be brutally honest and guiding people on some fic so they don't read something that they get mad or triggered by.

The one that was therapy fic that i banged out and posted is something I've had some chastising remarks sent to me on.

I think people don't often understand the wide varying experiences of trauma and grief. They tend to think there personal experience is the default. This is especially true with assault and I think it's really awful when people tell you your experience is invalid.

So that being said, I don't often rec this story because it is very personal and was written after my brother died suddenly and unexpectedly and some of the varying parts of grief I experienced are expressed. Also, people tend to idolize Jackie and I like to treat her as a real person and it irks them that I show her as reacting as a clingy mama bear. Sorry, this got rambly but I like to be straight up on criticism to allow people to navigate around my stuff.

Broken TenII/Rose Explicit/Angst/PTSD Rose

What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

Again, something not for everyone. Time Lord Victorious rewrite of time/fixit with Doomsday in a somewhat cringey way. Ten is not a saint in this in that he manipulates Rose. Granted, he's half mad and in love with her and realizes how far he's fallen and caused a mess. His solution is very unethical and Rose calls him on it. It's also a sort of Character Death/Sacrifice/reincarnation type thing.

Claiming His Reward Ten/Rose Explicit - she has sex with TLV Ten but doesn't realize it until later and then there are repercussions - just in case that's a trigger for anyone.

Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Yes, I love fixits be it DD or JE. Ten/Rose fixits as long as it doesn't involving killing TenII. I prefer clever rewrites.

GITF fixits but not bashing Ten for the whole fic as that gets overdone. I prefer fics writing Rose in the power role and leaving him or gaining emotional higher ground. Again groveling Ten sometimes seem OOC so I prefer it be Rose putting him on the spot and there being discussion.

Unusual babyfic - not the gooey baby talk baby sugary sweet stuff but alien baby and differing moralities on how pregnancy and child rearing are pretty interesting to me. Anything too contemporary romance is not my thing.

Soulmate fic - yes love these

AUs but it varies.

Thanks so much for asking!

https://kelkat9.tumblr.com/post/663335797416722432

[tuixlaa]

k I’ve spoken about this in my discord but it’s TIME FOR MY CONSPIRACY THEORY regarding how Yashahime was meant to go. I believe RT was given a rough draft that was vastly different than what we ended with. If what is being reported on that 15 is completely meant to be a red herring then...Anyways here we go!

First thing, it was never meant to be Rin in the tree, even the with the narrative as we’re given now, her being there stops the plot dead in it’s tracks and cannot proceed. Because of a few things, A. Rin had very little to almost no impact in the original manga or show, she existed as the starting point of Sesshomaru’s journey into overcoming his biases and learning how to wield his sword into it’s transformation phase. She has no interaction with the Tree of Ages and very little with Kikyo fuck if we go by the first movie Rin had no idea Kikyo was dead. If Rin could be described as anything it’d be the hopping lamp from Spirited Away guiding Chihiro to Zeniba’s home that stays at the gate once arriving

She is a beacon on his journey lighting the way for him to get there but has little to no purpose outside of that for him. Rin is important to Sesshomaru’s development but not to the overall plot of the show. She helps him see past his biases and leads him into  B it was Kagura’s death that was the catalyst that pushed him to that journey’s end, Rin had nothing to do with it. He mourned Kagura and that was what was needed for both his mental state and his sword. That even as powerful and great he was he couldn’t save her, but he was damned sure to avenge her. Kagura is what brought Sesshomaru to a place of understanding and compassion Rin was just the beacon that brought him there. Even when Sesshomaru saves Rin and Kohaku it is because of Kagura that he can feel the pain of lose because he couldn’t save her.

Now let’s talk about the tree of ages and it’s importance.

I’m gonna say this first, it’s an absolute disgrace that it’s importance and meaning to Inuyasha, Kagome and Kikyo was dumbed down to baby mama drama.

The Tree of Ages is important for a few reasons, it was first and foremost where Kikyo and Inuyasha parted and where Inuyasha and Kagome met it’s the end of one relationship and the beginning of another.

It’s importance to the pain and despair Kikyo and Inuyasha parted on growing into the light and love of Kagome and Inuyasha is shown a few times in show, then again in the first movie. The first movie expands a bit more on it’s importance to Kagome’s life in the modern era that it’s seen the love of her family through the generations. But that it’s her connection to Inuyasha that helps her return to him after it’s overgrown due to the other tree feeding off the villain. Their love LITERALLY TOUCHING ACROSS TIME YOU KNOW THE FUCKING TITLE.

The tree has always been a constant for the three. Which is why many took the promotional poster as proof it was Kagome in the tree given it’s chosen form was that of Kikyo. Perhaps feeding off her memories and the importance of Kikyo to her and Inuyasha.

And that leads me into my conspiracy theory. It was suppose to be Kagome in the tree and the journey of the girls was supposed to be around Moroha finding her father who left in search of a way to save Kagome. With the twins trying to find where in the world is Sesshomaru Diago Since Inuyasha is facing the tree you know. THE TREE THAT MEANS SO MUCH IN REGARDS TO HIS FUCKING RELATIONSHIP TO KAGOME. Why the fuck would he be looking at his brother’s ward? He wouldn’t. This was what I believe RT was given as a draft. Not the trash heap we got. It makes the most sense narrative wise and why everything seems to be all over the place. Especially concerning the twins. such as giving them honorable titles as hime when Treekyo establishes Sesshomaru gave up everything to forge his own path.

The twins are constantly propped up at the expense of the characters around them. Such as Sota giving Towa a look at his beloved sister he’s not seen in 14 years. Vs his niece who get’s a Dennis the menace “Oh that Rascal!!” slapstick moment.

Or Kagome’s mom who went from having an entire segments about how important her family is, to Eh she has my daughter’s eyes. What should of been a powerful moment of finding her long lost Granddaughter is rather underwhelming.

“Eh I guess she’s Kagome’s daughter.”

Furthermore the disrespect to Kagome is extremely telling in my humble opinion. Kagome has gone from a title character who has VASTLY outclassed the one she’s a reincarnation of in terms of helping the world around her, back to “ZOMG KIKYO’S REINCARNATION????”

And then you have the fact that both Inuyasha and Kagome are locked away conveniently so Sesshomaru can be the...Hero? You know the one that yeeted his infant daughters to a burning forest while their maybe? teen mom sobbed then fucked off to god knows where. I mean fuck even the tree of ages tells him to not leave Rin and he still fucks off like “Not my problem.”

This is why I believe the plot is running in circles and Sunrise has to screech at us that 15 was a red herring. Because it was originally meant to be Kagome locked away and somehow connected to the villain, before it was trashed into the baby mama drama Mary Sue Twin show we ended with. Everyone is either MIA/completely OOC/ or just stupid because it’s the only way Sunrise could make it work when taking Kagome out and putting Rin in. I could go on and on but I think I made my point.

[crownshattered]

|| anyways, so that's her mom now--

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

Freddy may be a killer nightmare, but he didn't want to harm her, he wanted to raise her and train her to be a living nightmare just like him. He'd even talk to Malon like he was her own. He was over by the lake at the docks, until he noticed Jason coming from behind. Freddy didn't know what business Jason has until she peeps with excitement. Freddy would be shocked and confused like, "how". Freddy threatened him if he comes any closer, he'll drop her into the lake. (I'll tell you the rest)

Pairing: Jason Voorheese x MJ, Jason Voorheese x Baby Malon, Freddy Krueger x Baby Malon

Warnings: Dark intentions, kidnapping, gore, censored curse words because it’s Freddy, me getting carried away, ooc Freddy, small FreddyVSJason mention, mention of infertility

So sorry it took so long D:!

I probably did some mistakes, and it’s probably not that good... so don’t hesitate to tell me❤️

—

He was totally devastated. His baby girl, in the hands of the only living person who detested him more than anything: Freddy Krueger, The Nightmare. Jason never thought he’d see him again, after the fight they had a long time ago. But he was more than ready to take back what’s his.

Passing his devastated wife, he stopped in his track. He just had the best idea. It was risky and he wasn’t even sure he was there, but he would do anything for her. Kissing MJ’s forehead with a silent promise to get their baby back, he went in their bedroom, getting her electronic watch he found her when they first started dating. He tapped the small alarm button on the side, putting the timer at 40 minutes. There was no backing out now.

—DreamWorld—

While he did that, Malon was confused, the now 1 year old looking around at the strange place.. It wasn’t the forest where her and her parents lived, but a strange room with hot pipes and chains that dangled from the ceiling all around. She was scared, not having any idea of how she got there, or where ‘there’ was. She wanted her daddy—!

“Well hello there, little girl. Are you lost?...”

A gasp escaped her small lips at the voice, the location now being a park, like the one her mommy takes her to sometime. Wasn’t... wasn’t she in the hot room 2 seconds ago..? Before she had the time to think anything more of it, her eyes catches the figure of a really kind looking man coming toward her, a concerned face on him. “Hey there!”

⬇️

⬆️

The man said in a soft voice, a goofy smile on his face. Malon, being the curious little girl she is, decided to greet him with the cutest toothless smile, almost forgetting about how she doesn’t know where she is. The stranger’s smile softened before he asked her for her name, which she told him, his trusting face fooling the naive redhead. “Malon? That’s a beautiful name, darling! Where are your parents..?” Her smile got bigger at the pet name, but she shook her head. Her smile disappeared as she shrugged, tears coming to her eyes. “Oh.. don’t cry! I’m sure they’re here somewhere. Why don’t we wait for them here?” She nodded immediately, fooled by what he said and the kids that were now playing in the park. Maybe if she stayed there they would come and get her... So for some time, they sat on a wooden bench and they talked, Malon telling him parts of her life. The only problem, is that she didn’t know that she shouldn’t trust so easily, since her parents hadn’t thought about giving her the talk to not talk to strangers....

Some time later, they decided (more like Freddy decided) that they’d look for her parents since they weren’t coming. So they got up, Fred holding her small hand at first. “So... what’s your name, mister?” Like he remembered something, his face lightened. “Ah, so silly of me! I’m Freddy, but you can call me Fred since my friends call me that.” He said, the last part more playful as he booped her nose, starting to become soft for the small being beside him as she giggled. “Okay, mister Fred!” A toothy grin came to his lips, showing his now slowly rotting teeth, as he let go of her hand, walking a little behind her as he put a hand on her back. But his grin was soon replaced with a darker expression as his plan came back to him. -He wanted someone to take his place someday, and evidently he didn’t have anybody, so the small child would do.....-

Jason was panicking, the timer on his wrist indicating that he has only 5 minutes left. He started to become desperate, thinking that he would never find his child again.

Until he heard a giggle, her giggles.

He never ran that fast all his undead life, his feet making dents in the ‘dream dirt’. When the giggles became louder and finally stopped, he does too, his eyes falling onto the figures of Malon and his enemy. Glancing back down, his eyes widened when he saw that he only have 2 minutes left. So he hid in the trees as he approached more and more, seeing Freddy changing into his real form, his burnt skin replacing his once clear and normal one, his beard disappearing as he threw his glasses away, his clothings changing into his iconic ones. Then, his glove appeared on his hand, the knives on his fingers shining in the sun as he moves them around behind the small girl’s back.

That’s when Jason strikes. He jumps on the demon, which didn’t have the time to sense him attack. He stays on the ground after some time, kind of in shocked and really confused. Why would the undead f**ker have anything to do with the kid?? He can’t even have one!

30seconds.

“Daddy!” The small redhead jumped on her father, giving him a big hug as he hugged her closer, waiting for the watch to go off while still watching Freddy recovering from the fall. But the moment Jason blinked, he had disappeared.

A searing pain ripped through his back as he hugged the girl tighter, feeling his blood running down his scarred back, the fabric of his shirt tearing with a sharp sound. A scared whimper escaped Malon’s mouth as her green eyes widened, feeling her dad hugging her tighter against his chest.

5seconds.

Without even realizing it, as Freddy still swiped at him, Jason doing his best to escape his claws as he protects the girl he hold against him, he takes The Nightmare’s wrist and hold it in his hand—

—RealWorld—

Malon got up with a gasp, realizing that she was sleeping, but immediately let out a scream as she saw Freddy still battling with Jason on the floor.

“Jay? What’s all that— HOLY—!” MJ backed out of the room as she fell to the floor, never having seen any thing or anybody as scary as the being on the ground. This was what took their daughter?! She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw them still fighting, her husband obviously not wanting him to hurt any of them.

Then, Freddy did something Jason never hoped he did again. He swiped Malon in his arms and ran out of the door, having the almost perfect plan. Jason obviously ran after him, his wife screaming in the background as she was pushed to the ground by the attack, seeing her daughter being taken away again. He couldn’t take it, his blood boiling as he ran with all he could, stopping at the docks where the Crystal lake is. “Dad-daddy..?!—“ “Shut the f**k up, you little f**king brat!” The badmouthed demon put the small girl closer to the water, scaring Jason as he was frozen in place. “You come any closer Momma’s Boy, and I’ll throw your f**king kid.”

Fortunately for Jason, before Freddy could do anything, a low growl was heard, almost scaring the demon to death(again). A creature, which Jason and Malon where really happy to see... Mama Bear.

Since his grip loosen, Malon ran toward her dad, him taking her in his arms and hugging her close, not wanting to let her go anytime soon, as MJ appeared, running toward them at full speed. Nobody minded what was happening with Freddy, hearing him letting out some cries and hearing claws swiping.

The only thing that mattered was that their family was finally reunited again, and that they were never going to let their child out of their sights.

[catxmendoza]

a girl named chiqui.

self para. a prison in southern texas, six hours away from olympus.

tw. anxiety, death, grief, imprisonment, prison, mentions of murder, drug use

**ooc. any reference to mexican culture has been thoroughly researched, and the mun has also spoken with latinx, mexican and tejanx individuals to verify that references are handled in a respectful manner. of course, the mun is always open to suggestions, criticisms and directions.**

Her road trip was almost spontaneous.

She hadn’t been able to sleep since the explosion. Most of her nights in the past month had been spent tossing and turning until the sun came up and gave her a reprieve from her own head. Boxing didn’t help, neither did smoking or drinking or running. Her mind raced with thoughts, what ifs and memories she believed she had buried years ago. Every time she closed her eyes though, they struck her like lightening. Her mother’s smile, the smell of her abuela’s quilt draped over their couch, the sound of birds outside their kitchen window, even her father’s voice teaching her his many lessons about life. A waking dream, a nightmare, she wasn’t sure what she was suffering through, but that explosion had rattled her in more ways than one.

The memories became suffocating faster than she thought they would, until every other thought was drowned by her life from before it was ripped apart. Every memory was tied up in a chest-clenching feeling of anger and grief, shaking her to her core. There was no escaping it, no running or smoking or drinking it away until she was left numb. 

Cat hid her dilemma well enough, she thought, but behind closed doors she paced the floor with a joint in her hand just thinking. Her mother’s altar, situated in the far corner of her living room, seemed to mock her. It was ironic, considering she had set up that altar herself, and lit candles donning Jesús Malverde image just that morning. But every time Cat looked at it, she swore she could practically hear her mother’s voice whispering to her/

Go see him.

He would be worried.

He must be worried.

What are you afraid of, mi amor?

Everything. Catalina Mendoza, who marched around Olympus like she had hell on her heels and relished in it, was absolutely terrified. Of what, she wasn’t entirely sure, but she could feel it in her bones. Olympus was ripping itself apart and she had a feeling -call it a hunch- that when all was said and done, there wouldn’t be anyone to truly watch her back. No family to fall back on, no friends close enough to understand- mierda, not even her uncle would take her back after the shit she pulled. Knowing him, he’d let her get killed just to be done with it. There was no one... except him.

It was that thought that propelled her to her room, pulling out a duffle bag and some clothes for a couple days away. 

Cat was on the road to Texas the next morning. The first few hours were spent singing as loud as she could with her playlist - “ Amor prohibido murmuran por las calles!” - however the closer she got to her destination, the deeper the pit in her stomach became. She had been there once before, right after the funeral. It had been nothing but vicious words -from her- and silence -mostly him. She had sworn it would be the first and last time, and yet here she was, pulling up to a desolate looking building surrounded by towers and barbed wire lined fences. 

It probably wasn’t smart to walk into a prison, what with her activities in the past year, but she was mostly free of suspicion. If they were going to arrest her, they would have done so back in Louisiana. There was also the possibility that he just didn’t want to see her. She wouldn’t blame him. She sat in her car for a good twenty minutes staring at the entrance marked Visitors, trying to calm her racing heart and the swell of emotions in her chest. There was the strong urge to say fuck it and drive her six hours back to Olympus, Louisiana and forget about this entire thing, but something else, something just as strong, grounded her to the moment. Cat took a deep breath, and gave herself a determined look in the mirror.

“Get your shit together, Mendoza.” 

And she did. She got out of her car and walked into the prison before she could tell herself to turn around again. The sign in process was as brutal as she remembered it- metal detectors, pat downs, the bleak and stark reminder of her current circumstances. 

They herded her and a few others into the visitor’s hall, where plastic round tables sat with with two chairs on either side. Guards were stationed at every exit, and she could see cell bars from her view of the door where they kept the prisoners. She felt strangely exposed sitting there waiting, only idly listening to people reconnecting with their loved ones around her. Cat tried to tell herself that it was only a few minutes, but a part of her was already convinced that he wasn’t going to show up. He had made it clear the last time she visited that it should be her last, that he didn’t want her coming to see him for one reason or another. Those words had cut deep, especially considering she had just buried her mother. The one person she needed most in the entire world simply... gave up on her, and everything else for that matter.

Just when she was ready to get up and leave, the door opened once more and he appeared. It struck her how familiar his face was, yet he had changed. He was a little skinnier, and weathered. There were wrinkles and gray hairs that hadn’t been there the last time she saw him, and a full beard that only served to make him seem older. But he was still her Papá. 

He stopped short when his eyes landed on her, as if he had seen a ghost. There was no expression on his stony face, and she tried her best to keep hers still as well as she observed him. The orange jumpsuit was such a stark difference from the dark green overalls he used to wear whenever he worked on his truck, but then again, he was a different man than the person who came sit before her.

It was silent between them for a moment, with him staring at her and her staring at him It occurred to her that in the many nights that she had sent thinking about this visit and the hours she had driven there, she hadn’t once thought about what she would say when she finally sat in front of him. Hola didn’t seem appropriate, nor did It’s nice to see you, because frankly it wasn’t. There was so much she wanted to say, all flooding to the surface, she couldn’t decide which words mattered more. 

“Se supone que debes estar en mexico. [You’re supposed to be in Mexico.]” He said, quipped and to the point.

Catalina blinked at him for a moment, thrown by the statement. It had been 10 years since she had seen him, ten years without so much as a phone call to see how she was doing. And that was what he decided on? She couldn’t decide if she was angry, shocked, or completely exasperated with how typical it was of the big bad Sicario who plagued their city to demand things of her.

The drug dealer adjusted herself in her seat before she raised a brow at him. “Bueno, no lo estoy. [Well, I’m not.]”

“No jodas. [Don’t fuck around.]” He sounded tired, in no mood for whatever sarcasm would surely pour out of her mouth. She was his kid, no matter how much she liked to deny it every chance she could get. He knew her, even years later. “¿Tu Tío sabe que estás aquí? [Your Uncle know you’re here?]”

She shook her head. “No. We’re not really on speaking terms these days.”

“...Hm.”

He was silent again, looking at her from beneath scruffy brows and crows feet. She could see the remnants of laugh lines poking out from beneath his beard, remnants of a life he lived with her and her mama. She couldn’t imagine that he smiled much these days.

Catalina’s gaze went down to her hands, focusing on her dark nails and the scar that wound down around her wrist. The arm she had broken in the explosion was still a little skinny, but it was slowly returning to normal. She looked at him once more, pursing her lips. “Nosotros tuvimos un desacuerdo. [We had a disagreement.]”

He scoffed softly. “Tu Tío no tiene desacuerdos, los termina. [Your Uncle doesn’t have disagreements, he ends them.]” Carlos Luis leaned forward on her forearms, cocking his brow in a way Catalina did quite often. “¿Qué hiciste? [What did you do?]”

Of course, it was Catalina who did something. God forbid, Sebastian Ramirez ever take responsibility for anything, even when he wasn’t here. She scowled at him and crossed her arms over her chest. “What did I do? Mierda, Carlos, diez años. Diez años y todavía estás defendiendo a Sebas como si fuera un santo o un Dios. [Shit, Carlos, ten years. Ten years and you’re still defending Sebas like he’s some kind of saint or God.]”

“Hey,” Carlos warned, low and in his throat. “¿Has venido desde donde sea que estuviste para discutir sobre tu tío? ¿Perder mi tiempo, perder el tuyo? [So you came all this way from wherever you been to argue about your uncle? Waste my time, waste yours?]”

Cat rolled her eyes, anger twisting her stomach in knots. “You know what, I don’t know why I even bothered-”

She stood up, fully prepared to march out of that room and never look back. She was only a few steps away when his voice cut through the air.

“Catalina.”

Her entire body froze as his voice echoed off the walls, drawing looks from people around them. For a moment she felt like a little kid again getting caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to. As angry as he sounded, as angry as he was, he could never stay mad at her for long. This? This was different.

“Wait...” He said with a clear struggle and a heavy sigh. She turned back to look at him, taking in his sagging shoulders and the  “Por favor, sit down. [Please, sit down.]”

It took her a moment more to decide whether or not to stay. He gave her another imploring look, one that was mixed with irritation at her defiance.

“Por favor, Catalina.”

Cat sighed and begrudgingly slid back into her seat with knitted brows. They were silent again, stewing in their own anger and frustration like two petulant children. Usually, this was the time when her mother would demand a truce from them both. Stubborn is as stubborn does, she would claim, and damn, was she blessed with a husband and daughter with extremely hard heads.

Her mother would want them to get along. No matter how angry they were, no matter what they said before, she would want them to be okay. Even in their circumstances.

Carlos eyed her a moment, almost as if he were analyzing him. “¿Dónde te has estado guardando? [Where you been keeping yourself?]”

“Louisiana.” She answered, without digging into specifics. “Joined up with some associates there. They treat me good enough.”

He gave her a strange look. “Louisiana? ¿Qué diablos te traería a Louisiana? [What the hell would bring you to Louisiana?]”

She could try to rebuild the bridge she burned with him, at least. She had driven far enough, she might as well have something to show for it. Cat cleared her throat, not lifting her gaze to meet his eye. “I found them.” She confessed, earning a confused look from them. “Those men. Esos monstruos que se llevaron a mi mamá. [Those monsters who took my mother.]”

Carlos frowned deeply at her, the implications of what she was saying dawning on him. His eyes darted to the guard as he leaned forward. “¿Cómo? [How?]”

“Recibí una propina, seguí y terminé un estado. [I got a tip, followed up and wound up a state over.]” Cat told him in a low voice. “Sebas didn’t agree.”

“No, he wouldn’t. I don’t blame him.” Carlos clicked thoughtfully. “Si desentierras a los muertos, seguramente atraerás buitres. [You dig up the dead, and you're bound to draw vultures.]”

“Yeah, he said that same stupid shit. Did Abuelo tell you that?”

Instead of getting angry at her crassness, he actually chuckled. Instead of a smile though, his lips twisted into an almost snarl, as if the actual pained him. “Tu abuelo era un borracho y una amenaza. Nunca dijo nada significativo en su vida. [Your grandfather was a drunk and a menace. He never said anything meaningful in his life.]

“Like father, like son.”

Again, Carlos didn’t become enraged at the blatant disrespect. He just sat there, taking it in. Cat almost felt bad about the jabs, but a part of her liked how it felt to take out her frustration on him. The part of her that implicated him in her mother’s death and still, to this day, laid blame at his feet. It was his enemies, after all, who had come to kill him in the night and instead found she and her mother. Any memory she had of that night was nonexistent, she only knew what she was told. But it was enough to stir a fire of anger in her. 

“...No estoy de acuerdo con tu tío. [I don’t agree with your uncle.]” Carlos confessed with a weary look. “If I was free, if I had the chance...” He didn’t need to say it. If he was free, those men would have been dead years ago. If he had been free, they wouldn’t have even been memories, because that was how good he was at what he did. His skill, however, led him to where he was now. Widowed. Imprisoned for life. What he would have done was inconsequential. Carlos shook his head. “Tu madre querría que te impida hacer lo que creo que vas a hacer... [Your mother would want me to stop you from doing what I think you're gonna do...]

Cat scoffed. “I don’t want you to-”

“Déjame terminar... [Let me finish...]” Carlos said, closing his eyes and shaking his head solemnly. God, he really did look so much older than he did. Gaunt, like a shell or a ghost of the man he was. “Conozco esa rabia que supura en ti. Eso es lo único que obtuviste de mí. Tu cabello, tu cara bonita, tu cerebro, lo obtuviste de tu madre. Pero esa rabia, ese soy yo. [I know that anger that festers in you. That's the one thing you got from me. Your hair, your pretty face, your brain, you got that from your mother. But that rage, that's me.]”

Catalina stared at him with knitted brows, taking in his words. It occurred to her that she didn’t have anyone else to talk about her mother with. He was the only only other person who remembered their life when it was happy and good. He was the only other person who understood how frustrated and pissed off she was at everything and everyone for what life had stripped from her. He knew, and perhaps that was why she felt the urge to visit in the first place. To not feel alone in the feelings she was stewing in.

Carlos breathed deep through his nose, rubbing a hand over his face. “Vas a hacer lo que tienes que hacer, y no te voy a decir que te detengas o bajes la velocidad porque eso sería jodidamente estúpido.” [You're gonna do what you have to do, and I'm not going to tell you to stop or slow down because that would be fucking stupid.]” He shook his head. “But I am gonna tell you to watch your back, and when you’re finished, corre como que te sigue el diablo. [run like the devil’s behind you.]

Run. For as long as Catalina had an itch for revenge, she had always known it would end in a few ways. Death, imprisonment, maybe worse. But running? An escape plan had never been in her purview. She was perfectly content believing that the path she walked had an early and abrupt end. 

Or maybe she was simply lying to herself.

Her father didn’t run. He had stayed when the police showed, too engrossed in grief to know better. His was a cautionary tale of many different kinds, love and life being at the top of that list. If anything, she would want to do everything he didn’t. Yet, they still walked a similar path.

“¿Qué pasa si ya no quiero correr? [What if I don't want to run anymore?]” Catalina sighed, starting to sound as exhausted as she felt.

Carlos chuckled bitterly. “What, you think you got a choice? Ay Chiqui, you’re supposed to be smarter than me.”

She smiled. “I am smarter than you.” She murmured, sniffing lightly. 

Chiqui, the nickname she held when she was tiny and braver than she should be. 

She was sure visiting hours were ending soon, and they would have to part. However she thought this would end, she didn’t expect... well, an uneasy truce. It was probably in the name of people they no longer were, but in the end, she doubted that really mattered. “There are things happening in the place I’m staying in. Shit is stirring and I don’t know if I’ll be able to do anything before then, but when I do...”

“Quiero saber. [I want to know.]” He said with a twinge of a plea in his tone. 

Cat nodded. “Okay.” It was less than perfect and not at all a promise, but more like an invitation. An open door into the family they had once been. The afternoons spent boxing in their back yard and shooting bottles in the woods. The speeches about being strong and proud in the face of adversity, and the way he used to sing to her mama. It was slowly edging through the anger and resentment she had built around his name and image in her mind. The blame she placed upon him . 

And even those images fluttered through her mind and steadied her heart, it didn’t ebb away the anger. If anything, it deepened it to her soul. It was not one parent she was robbed of, after all, but two.

The guards soon announced that they should all say their goodbyes. It didn’t seem like enough time, but she supposed that was point. Catalina stared at Carlos, unsure of what to say or do. He stood and she followed, her fingers brushing against the plastic table between them. 

“Take care of yourself.” He said. 

She nodded. “You too.”

Another moment passed by with the two of them simply standing there. And then Carlos was around the table, his arms around her in a tight hug. It brought her back to when she was a kid, and those same arms lifted her high in the sky and helped her fend off imaginary monsters. Her father, her Papá, the only thing she had left on this planet. He kissed the top of her head and stepped back before the guards could warn them.  

“Ve por ellas, chiqui. [Go get them, chiqui.]

With that, he disappeared out the door he came, leaving her behind at the table. She blinked as the sting of tears swept down her cheeks, the weight that had been on her chest for weeks still prevalent, but less so. She even felt like taking a good nap. But above all, she felt a renewed spirit well in her, hungry and angry.  

She had work to do.