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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 11 months

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Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Six

Gardio: I thought I heard some movement on the roof. *tinkering with the pin from his tie. Making it into a tiny knife he can use in self defense*

Lucille: Either that or she ran off again. This is a very common thing with her.

Ma: (Heavy sigh as she leans on the wall) “Yeah, there really was nothing anyone could do when she decided to run off back in the day. She was too fast for her friends and any adult who could spare the time to chase her down, even if they had a car. So we just… let her do her thing and hoped she’d return before dark.” (Small scoff) “Sounds irresponsible of us, I know…”

Teshteal: *shakes his head sadly*

Joyce: (Studies her boyfriends face, returning that somber look as she clutches both of his hands)

Teshteal: Don't worry... The moment I sense she wants to kill me, I'll run as fast as I can. *shrugs with a sheepish but almost forced grin* Not that it'll help much- at least it's something.

Jasmine: (Knows that her biological rapid healing abilities get stronger when she’s in direct sunlight, kinda like she’s a human solar panel. And she heard a doctor in the vault bitching one time about another expensive procedure that was given to her that requires her to recharge under the sun. The doctor was going on how it wasn’t that necessary as she already has other healing factors, but he was ignored and she was pumped with more sedatives and whatnot)

Nick: *checked out into a book he has on file since she's calm. He's keeping an eye on her, though. It can't be all Jas all the time in his head or he'll go mad. Even parents need a break from their kids*

Jasmine: (Curls up against Nick like a kitten who just found a warm and cozy spot under the sun with her back to the light, partly closing her eyes as she does the little kneading motion she always does when she’s content. Her position is inefficient for healing as her most severe wounds are on her front side, but she wants to snuggle right now)

Gardio: *frowns* They didn't at least scold her for running off?

Lucille: *rolls her eyes* I don't think she has enough respect for others to actually LISTEN. I'm almost twice her age and she thinks it's okay to tell me off, swearing included.

Ma: (To Gardio) “Believe me, we tried to get it through her spunky little head that it was dangerous stunt to pull off, but she was convinced that she was fine on her own so it bounced right off her. And as for disciplinary measures, well there wasn’t much they could do when she was already doing all the chores and taking care of her siblings like a mini parent. What more could they add to that?” (To Lucille) “The swearing is new, I’ve never heard her do that before. But telling off other adults she definitely did, especially when she deemed something unfair.”

Lucille: I would say she's rebellious but honestly there comes a time when it's outright disrespect.

Gardio: I'd have to agree... *frowning still at the fact she was left to take care of her siblings despite literally being 9* I shouldn't judge because of what she's been through but so far she seems pretty rude when she's not hiding or running off. *clucks and shakes his head in disappointment*

Joyce: (Still looks so worried for him, a million “what if” running through her head)

Teshteal: *keeps smiling. It looks more and more forced by the second. He wishes she'd stop worrying about him. He's nothing after all...*

Donovan: (Yawns and stretches out on his bed, rubbing both of his eyes out of habit despite having an eyepatch. He blinks, frowning when he remembers the previous nights disturbing events, how he had to try and talk down Rosie…)

Ma: (Nods her head sadly) “Yes, that’s what’s worrying me. She’s not acting like herself at all. Little Rosalinda used to be somewhat reasonable and respectful, even when she had a good reason to rebel or haughtily toss her hair back.” (Rubs her hands together) “Once her mother passed, she got more defiant and distant with us. Instead of at least hearing us adults out, she’d just walk away even if we were just trying to help her process the tragic loss. And God forbid we try to separate her from her siblings for even an hour to give her a rest when they didn’t want to, she preferred to distance herself on her own terms.”

Joyce: (Heavy sigh as she looks to the bed, quickly rushing over to scoop up Gilbert to rescue him)

Gilbert: (Makes several squealing noises in complaint because he was smothered by the two puppies)

Joyce: (Walks back to Teshteal as she pets her little ferret, debating with herself if she should press further or just let it go)

Teshteal: *still forcing that smile even though the voices are rising up again, reminding him of how pointless he is compared to Jasmine. The only reason he was kept alive in the vault was for their sick pleasure. No one should have to worry about someone as pathetic as him... but he won't say it to her. She's already worrying about him.*

Gardio: *furrows his brow with concern at how she changed after her mother's death* That's where it started... *sighs and pinches his nose*

Ma: “Yes... It was terribly unfortunate. Poor kids already had to navigate without their father, they lost him before Rosie was even three....” (Sighs to herself again) "You know, I think it was their somber origin story that gave them extra points to get away with things they shouldn't have. They were good kids with kind hearts in a bad and unfair situation..."

Donovan: (Rises from his bed, gathering his clothes so he can freshen up for the day and go see Jas)

Joyce: (Blinks sadly, putting away all pressing questions despite her fears) “...Should we head down for breakfast now?”

Teshteal: *nods* Yes. Breakfast would be nice. *heads to the door. Feels terrible for making her worry. Feels like he's troubled her too much*

Gardio: That's unfortunately commonplace now a days... *solemn nod*

Lucille: The settlements see a lot of orphans come through... kids and adults a like. You'd think it would be easier before the war to get help for that sort of thing but even then... *sarcastic but pitying scoff* Good luck if you were poor or looked a specific way.

Ma: (Points to her ghoul complexion) “Some things never change with people I suppose.” (Small laugh when several memories come to mind) “Rosie never had a tolerance to that, she’d get right into people’s faces if they dared try to bully her friends or family for their looks or their lack of wealth. And she was the one who passed as something more than just another street urchin.”

Joyce: (Decides to set Gilbert down as she follows him out)

Donovan: (Was just exiting the bathroom when he sees his little sister come out of her room and he smiles warmly at her) “Mornin’ JoJo!” (Nods at Teshteal) “Mornin’ to ya too!”

Joyce: (Small smile at her brother as she walks over to wrap him in a hug) “Morning…”

Donovan: (Sways her side to side as he pats her back) “Did you sleep well?”

Joyce: (Nods into his shoulder) “Mhm, yes.”

Teshteal: *starts to walk down to the kitchen without her to dish them up. He should at least make himself useful*

Jasmine: (Nuzzles under her Dads neck as she breathes evenly, her loose curls partly hiding her face)

Lucille: *quietly nods. Still doesn't like she got away with things so easily to the point she has next to no respect or consideration for others.*

Gardio: *to Ma, reminding her of why she's here* Shouldn't you be looking for Jasmine...?

Ma: (Smiles and nods) “Yes, I should be. But do any of you two need anything before I go?”

Joyce: (Hugs her brother a little tighter, opening her mouth to say something but then she quickly shuts it)

Donovan: (Looks down at her) “Hm? What’s wrong?”

Joyce: (Softly, not wanting to worry him further) “Nothing…”

Teshteal: *warms the food up in the oven... while his thoughts beat him over the head that he's only a burden on Joyce*

Lucille: I'm fine.

Gardio: Nothing at all, thank you. *shakes his head*

Ma: (Nods) “Alright then, I’ll be off.” (Walks back down the stairs, giving her two children a quick nod before she makes her way outside. On the side of the house is a newly installed set of stairs that she climbs to reach the platform on the roof where she finds Nick and Jas)

Jasmine: (Hears Ma coming and she whines in fear, hiding away in Nicks shirt while tightening her grip)

Donovan: (Pats the bottom of her chin) “Are you sure…?”

Joyce: (Quickly nods, but there is still a question lingering in her eyes)

Teshteal: *quietly to himself* I have to eat... it'll help... *just wants the voices to stop*

Nick: *looks up and sees it's Ma then back down to Jas* It's okay, kiddo. It's only Mama Evie... *gently brushes away her hair from her face with his good hand. He looks up at the motherly ghoul* Come to check up on us?

Jasmine: (Relaxes her tight grip when her dad reassures her, peeking up from Nick to blink at Ma with wide eyes)

Ma: (Nods, smiling warmly at the teen girl and her father) “Yes, I realized you were both missing and Detective Chapel directed me to the roof as he heard movement.” (Gestures around the little platform) “You two are catching some sun? It’s a beautiful day out here. One of our first since winter came to a close.”

Donovan: (Knows something is up so he keeps staring at his little sister worriedly)

Joyce: (Smiles up at him) “…Have you eaten yet? We can go eat breakfast together!”

Donovan: (Worried blink but he nods and takes her hand, starting down the stairs with her in tow)

Teshteal: *dawns a new forced smile when he hears footsteps coming down the stairs. He pulls the food out of the oven for Joyce and him* I've already prepared your portion, Joyce! *sets hers on the table. It's a pretty ballanced portion size. His is most of the food he couldn't eat from yesterday plus just a little more to make it a complete breakfast* Hope you don't mind!

Nick: Yeah figured I could use a tan. This face is a bit pale from being cooped to all day. *wry chuckle at is own ironic self jab* As for Jas the sun on her skin seems to help her heal better.

Ma: (Chuckles at his little joke as she approaches) “Shall I bring you some sunscreen then? Don’t want you to get burned.”

Jasmine: (Nuzzles her head back under Nicks chin with a small hum, closing her eyes as a gentle breeze blows by)

Ma: (Folds her hands) “I wanted to originally ask if it would be a good idea to give Rosie some bone broth after her milk? Or maybe she could try eating some toast or even some apple sauce?”

Jasmine: (Makes a noise of protest at the mention of food as she tightens her grip back on her Dad)

Joyce: (Comes bolting over to the table with a wide smile) “I don’t mind!” (Sits down in her spot)

Gilbert: (Circling under Joyce’s chair, trying to jump up so he can be with her)

Donovan: (Follows close behind to brew himself some coffee. He wants to wait until Joyce starts eating before he goes and checks on Jas)

Teshteal: *decides to sit across from her to give her some space. He quickly goes to eat before she can say anything about this.

Nick: We can start with some broth... I don't know if she's ready for solid food just yet. *rubs her back gently to reassure her*

Ma: “That’s perfectly fine. I’ll go prepare that now if there isn’t anything else you need.”

Jasmine: (Puts her thumb in her mouth to help soothe herself without scratching. She still doesn’t like the idea of drinking anything either)

Donovan: (Serves Joyce a glass of milk to drink along with her breakfast, still so concerned about her)

Joyce: (Doesn't want to worry him as he has already had a hell of a night dealing with Jasmine up in the lighthouse. She picks up her fork and looks up at Teshteal from across the table, wanting to ask why he didn’t sit besides her but she keeps quiet about that)

Teshteal: *thinks he's intruded on her enough. Doesn't want her to feel like he's smothering her*

Nick: *just shakes his head in response*

Ma: (Gives a small wave and heads off back down to the kitchen, entering through the side door)

Joyce: (Perks up when Ma walks in, smiling brightly as she sets down her fork) “Hello Mama! Good morning!”

Ma: (Walks over to give her a gentle kiss on the head) “Morning love. Did you sleep well?”

Joyce: (As she picks up Gilbert and sets him in her lap) “Yup!”

Ma: (Turns to Donny) “And you?”

Donovan: (Gives a thumbs up) “Slept fine.”

Ma: (Turns to Teshteal next) “How about you, dear?”

Jasmine: (Nuzzles against her Dad, planning on alerting him if her feelings get too strong. If Nick looks closely to the oldest wounds on her sides, he can probably see that they are starting to fade with the sunlight)

Nick: *is none the less surprised by this but doesn't say anything to disturb her. Instead he rubs small circles on her back to soothe the teen*

Jasmine: (Grips onto his shirt collar to keep her hands busy, focusing on breathing along with the circles he’s rubbing on her back. It’ll be awhile before her newest and worst wounds start healing)

Teshteal: *forces a smile again and looks up at her. It's hard to tell he's faking it* I slept wonderfully! Thank you! *goes back to eating*

Ma: (Bright smile) “That’s good to hear!”

Donovan: (Takes his coffee mug and starts waking to the stairs)

Ma: (Opens the freezer to get some premade bone broth out that she had froze) “Rosalinda and her father are up on the roof, Donny.”

Donovan: “Oh? Alright then.” (Starts heading for the door)

Ma: (Tilts her head, worried that Jas might get upset if she sees Donny and remembers the previous night) “You should eat first before you go up to see her…”

Donovan: (Shakes his head, pausing to turn to his mother) “No, I’ll be alright-…”

Ma: (Gives him a look) “Donovan…”

Teshteal: *keeps his head low as he eats. Doesn't want to bring attention to himself. Telling himself it's none of his business and that he's just going to get in the way. He always does*

Donovan: (Blinks, scratching his head with a heavy sigh when he realizes what she means) “Perhaps you are right…”

Ma: (Continues prepping the broth) “I believe I am. Just at least until she eats something, okay?”

Donovan: (Silent nod as he takes a seat by his sister, sipping his coffee) “I suppose I do have to clear the area of any Mirelurks that may have nested after the storm… Maybe check the bog for berries.”

Joyce: (Perks up from her breakfast at the mention of the bog) “Oh! Can I come?!”

Ma: (Doesn’t want Donny to go out alone, especially after the previous night) “I may tag along as well if you’re gonna go out.”

Donovan: (Shakes his head at his family’s offer) “No, you both don’t have to. I don’t know what’ll be lurking out there so it’s best you stay here where it’s safe.”

Teshteal: *softly* I can help with the mirelurks... *bitterly at himself* It's what I'm made for after all.

Ma: (Missed that last remark as she heads off to gather a diary and pencil for Jasmine while the broth boils) “You’re our guests here, so don’t worry too much about that and just focus on your healing.”

Donovan: (Sets down his coffee mug, remembering what Gardio had pointed out earlier when they were heading out after the trappers) “…Is it even safe for you to leave?” (Takes in a deep breath) “Or for Rosie? We ought to have a talk about that as your group’s situation is still unclear to us.”

Joyce: (Looks between her boyfriend and brother worriedly, the maple syrup bottle held midair so it’s slowly dribbling onto her plate)

Ma: (Goes upstairs to collect some items to bring to Nick and Jas on the roof, gathering everything in a little basket before she walks back outside and up the stairs)

Jasmine: (Was starting to relax again with the warmth of the sun and Nicks soothing rubs when she hears the approaching footsteps, making her shriek with alarm and cling to her Dad like a baby koala and try to hide under the collar of his shirt)

Ma: (Frowns at the girls reaction, assuming she’s still jumpy from her nightmares) “She’s still nervy from her night terrors, poor sweet child…” (Hold up the pretty pink diary after she sets down the bottle with formula on the little table) “I brought this for her to use as a way of coping. Journaling her nightmares can help her process them in a… “healthier manner”. And perhaps aid you in understanding your daughters situation better so you can better guide her.”

Nick: *smiles at the journal then at Ma* That's actually a wonderful idea. I'm surprised I hadn't thought of it sooner. *to Jas* What do you think, kiddo? Want to give journaling another go? *not reaching for the bottle yet. She needs to calm down first*

Teshteal: *matter of factly but only because he can get through the details quicker like that* Jasmine is the one in danger most outside, especially in the state she's in. Plus, her programming has a stronger hold on her than mine. They had a lot more time to break her down. Don't worry. If we're outside, I'll be able to smell the chems miles before they get to us.

Donovan: (A little confused) “You can do what now? Smell them from far away?” (Has way more questions but he figures that he shouldn’t overload Teshteal as the poor guy had a breakdown yesterday)

Joyce: (Starts eating her food again, not minding that she once again drenched it in syrup)

Gilbert: (Sticking up his wiggly little nose in the air, trying to smell the food on his Joyce’s plate)

Jasmine: (Raises her head to peep up at the two adults, still sucking on her thumb. She looks at the pretty diary thats so much more appealing than her bloodied book, her big magical doe eyes sparking at the color and the fact that there’s prints of roses on it. She glances up at Ma, then at her Dad, nodding her head at him)

Ma: (Smiles brightly down at the teen, taking out a small pencil case with colored pens inside in case Jazzy wants to use those as well. She that and the diary besides the two on the chair) “I hope this and the beautiful day out can help her settle down enough to get some proper sleep.” (Looks up at Nick) “And with her wonderful and caring father watching over her.”

Teshteal: *taps his nose* I have enhanced olfactory senses. It's pretty easy for me to sniff out people. It's how I found Jasmine earlier. Everyone's got a distinct scent profile. Kind of like a fingerprint... *wonders if this is weirding them out* It's kind of a disgusting ability... I'd understand if you think I'm some sort of freak.

Donovan: (Shakes his head) “I’ve been around long enough to have seen more freakish things, this ain't one of them.”

Joyce: (Looks at her boyfriend with a small smile) “I think its pretty neat! But I suppose it would be a bother with strong scents.” (Wrinkles her nose)

Nick: *smiles at the compliment, taking the case and the book from the table* Don't forget to rest, yourself. You're welcome to join us out here if you want. *to Jas* Do you want to go ahead and write something now, doll?

Jasmine: (Nods and sits up as she takes the stationary, scooting off Nicks lap so she’s sitting besides him on the double lounger with her head leaning on his shoulder. She props up her knees to use as a table and starts to write about her previous nightmares starting off with describing the shadows looming over her, the coding helping her see and focus despite her splitting headache and pain)

Ma: (Shakes her head with a wave of her hand) “Don’t you start fretting ‘bout me too, you have enough as it is. I have some things to take care of but I might come back up later as this day is just too lovely to ignore.” (Puts Nicks coat and a thin robe she brought for Jas on the table just in case they get cold)

Nick: *looks at her pointedly* A good guest ought to be mindful of their host. *not looking at what Jas writes right now in case she wants to keep it private*

Teshteal: *scrunches his nose, too* Yeah. For instance the barn yesterday. This also means I have a strong sense of taste, too. *shakes his head, remembering the original subject* That's besides the point. I can get away a lot quicker than they can spot me. Besides I'm sure Joyce can fight, too. *smiles at his girlfriend* I'll do my best to protect her.

Joyce: (Looks to her older brother with puppy eyes, tugging on his arm) “Pleeeeeeaasse???”

Donovan: (Rubs the temple of his brow) “Oh good lord, now there’s two girls who can do puppy eyes at me…”

Joyce: “I wanna pick some berries!”

Donovan: “And I want to keep you safe from Mirelurks and whatever else might’ve made it’s way here after the storm. We haven’t had time to practice your shooting in awhile. Plus, the smell of rotting corpses would draw in more creatures. I wouldn’t be surprise if there was a Fog Crawler or two.”

Joyce: (Eyes widen slightly)

Donovan: (Heavy sigh as he starts to tap his fingers on the table) “That and the Trappers in the quarry...” (Starts mumbling to himself) “God... that's gonna take awhile, there's so much I gotta fix.”

Joyce: (Gets a concerned look on her face for her workoholic brother)

Ma: (Opens her mouth to say something, then looks at Jas and quickly closes it. She silently gestures up to the lighthouse that still has blood and glass covering the floor, something she had to get rid of in case they get more guests)

Jasmine: (Trying to document even the littlest details, doing her best to express the jumbled up feelings that she felt in the moment. The helpless desperation and fear as the large shadows towered over her small frame, the twisting in her heart when they all kept shouting the same degrading insults. Her eyes stay glued onto the diary and her hand never stops moving, the programming taking ahold and putting her into complete focus mode)

Ma: “Donny is also thinking of going out to clear some potential Mirelurks then head to the tarberry bog, I may go with him as there can possibly be more than just that out there.” (Turns and looks out over her newly established farm on this unfamiliar Island, sighing sadly to herself as she folds her hands)

Nick: If that's the case, might be wise to take either Teshteal or Gardio with you. *frowns* I'd suggest Lucille but she's currently out of commission until her leg heals.

Ma: (Stares out longingly at her farm for a long moment, sighing heavily as she shakes her head and turns back to Nick) “Mhm, maybe we will….” (Gets another thought at the mention of Lucille, pursing her lips together)

Jasmine: (Still writing like mad, her hand shaking with how tight she’s gripping the pencil)

Nick: Something on your mind? *looks up curiously at her*

Ma: “Hm?” (Realizes that she’s delayed her response and gives a half smile) “Oh nothing at all- it’s just this old gal getting held up by the past.”

Teshteal: Don't know what a fog crawler is but if it's anything like a Mirelurk Queen, I can take it out easily. *interlaces his fingers and stretches them by pushing them away from his face while grinning with carefree confidence*

Donovan: “Ah…. It’s almost like a giant shrimp- praying mantis type mutated monster. They’re waaaaaay faster than they look and can be a pain to take down.” (Shudders just thinking about it)

Joyce: (Puts her head in her hands, looking at her brother in deep thought) “Still… can we at least try? If there’s anything dangerous we can come right back home.”

Donovan: (Rubs his chin) “I suppose so… but we have to be extra cautious and take the longer rout to avoid going best the water.”

Teshteal: *intrigued by the Fog Crawler and wants to go even more, now. More to himself* I wonder if they taste like shrimp, too...

Donovan: (Sips his coffee) “We’ll go later, maybe right before lunch or after.”

Joyce: (Beams with delight, but then sags a little) “Erm…. Before we go or do anything else- can we talk about something? Just me and you?” (Shyly tucks some hair behind her ear)

Donovan: (Remembers what happened at breakfast yesterday and nods) “Sure, Jo-Jo… You wanna go up to my room to talk right now?”

Joyce: (Quickly nods, turning to her boyfriend) “We’ll just be a minute, okay?”

Teshteal: Okay. *sheepishly waves*

Joyce: (Stands from the table with her brother and Gilbert in her arms, giving Teshteal a quick kiss on the head before she follows Donny up the stairs to his room)

Teshteal: *blinks and blushes at the kiss. As soon as they're gone he gets to work cleaning up his food and clearing the table to keep his thoughts clear*

Nick: *shakes his head* I know the past can be a bit of a slog, believe me, but that expression of yours shifted just as I mentioned Lucille. *raises an eyebrow*

Ma: (Brightens up) “Ah- I was just thinking about asking Lucille if she’d like me to draw her a bath so she can wash up.” (Thinks that the poor young woman needs a good soak after the previous nights events)

Jasmine: (Starts to tremble when she gets around to writing about the Guard Leader, writing faster in order to keep up with her racing mind. Tears form on her eyes as she remembers every word he spat at her, still believing it all. She goes through on how he just appeared in front of her and how he mocked her shivering frame on the floor, stopping when she describes how big he is compared to her after he called her babydoll and yanked her to the floor)

Nick: *rubs Jas's shoulders slightly when he senses she's paused- probably because of something terrible. He only turns his attention to her briefly. With a reassuring tone* You don't have to write it if you don't want to, Rosie... Take a moment to breathe. *to Ma* Good idea- She probably could use a good long soak. She doesn't get to do that often, I'm sure. *nods, as if confirming it for himself*

Ma: (Waves her hand) “I’ll go do that right now.” (Turns and heads back down the stairs and into the house, going straight up to the attic to ask Lucille if having a warm bath sounds like lovely idea)

Jasmine: (Doesn’t stop writing because if she does she won’t be able to start again and she needs to document these things. Hell, she needs to update that damned bloodied book as it’s part of her programming)

Nick: *only nods after her then leans his head back and shuts his eyes, keeping an ear out for any other pauses of Jasmine's pen*

Jasmine: (Lips quiver as she writes, describing being tossed to the floor followed the the growing fear because she knows what he was going to do with her next. Then she recounts that she called out for Nick to save her but was asked by the Guard Leader why he would ever help her. She writes on how she shakily said it was because she was Nicks daughter, but the Guard Leader smacked her with the other reasons on why Nick is bothering to care about her- which made her angry enough to try and hit him)

Lucille: *doing some programming practice on her pipboy*

Gardio: *reading a book he borrowed from the guest room. Because of last night, he feels the need to stay by his little girl's side right now*

Ma: (Comes up the stairs to the attic and knocks on the wall) “Yoo-hoo?” (Smiles warmly at the two) “Lucille? I wanted to ask if you’d like me to run a bath downstairs for you?”

Lucille: *confused* I'm not that dirty, am I...?

Gardio: *looks over at her* Remember, you can take baths for other reasons, Lucille.

Lucille: *raises an eyebrow*

Ma: (Approaches with a gentle smile, stopping at the side of the bed) “It’s good for your mental health as much as your physical health to stay clean, love. And soaking in a nice warm bath with epsom salt can do wonders with relaxing your muscles to help relieve pent up tension.” (Tenderly strokes Lucille’s hair, still so frightfully worried about her as if the young woman was her own daughter)

Lucille: *freezes at the tender touch, glancing up at the older woman. Slightly tears up at the kindness she's being shown. Quietly as she looks back down at her pipboy* Okay.…

Ma: (Smiles even brighter down at Lucille, smoothing out her hair as she leans down to kiss her forehead) “You deserve to pamper yourself every once in awhile. I’ll go run the water for you and gather some soothing supplies. We have some crutches for you to use to keep you off your ankle or your father can help you down the stairs.” (Nods at Gardio) “Also my dear, you think you’ll need assistance in the bathroom? I can wash your hair for you, give ya a little salon scalp treatment and wash.” (Not bringing up the fact that leaving Lucille alone wouldn’t be a good idea considering last night)

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What do you think how did this still unclear but certainly complicated situation with his mother influence afo and his relationships with other people?

from the very beginning we know she had to have been there in his dreams, after all he stole her quirk as a baby and he sees the vestiges of those whose quirks he stole in his dreams.

I always imagine she was there watching him from the very beginning, probably confused and scared as to where she was at until she spots little afo walking through his own vestige realm.

now this goes into hc territory, but the way I imagine his mother to be towards him is someone who has love for the child she died giving birth to but is also afraid of said child due to the way he acts and looks. the eyes that are blank, the viciousness he exhibits towards others and the possessiveness over his twin. she doesn't want to admit it, but it does unnerve her. not to mention he serves as a reminder of the traumatic death she endured. it wasn't his fault, but it's hard to look at him at times because of this.

however there is still that love mixed in, so she wants for him and his brother to survive. I imagine at times in his dreams she shows him some methods of survival and it's how afo learns where to get food and how to find medicine. she never gets too close to him though and always disappears if he tries to approach her in his dreams due to that fear which only grows as more vestiges arrive in the place where she's at.

he's always had some vague notion this figure in his dreams was supposed to be his mother, though he had little understanding at the time what a mother was supposed to be he still felt attachment and warmth towards her so it must mean something good. but he never understood why she would never directly talk to him. even though he tried calling her and and chasing after he she never acknowledged him and simply left.

this plays a part in his own desire to make the world look at him and seek out his own followers adoration and admiration. even though at the time he thinks it's simply a dream, it still hurts to see a figure that's supposed to represent his mother refuse to acknowledge him.

I imagine this need of attention would only get worse when he finds out the vestiges in his sleep are not simply dreams, but are real. the rejection he feels from his mother would hurt even more along with the sting of yoichi's own rejection of him. therefore he starts clinging onto the attention he receives from his followers even harder.

as more time passes and as he commits more evil deeds he sees disgust and horror fill her eyes and it almost makes him want to laugh. no one ever gave him anything, so why shouldn't he go through any means necessary to take things for himself. she couldn't even be there for him, what right does she have to judge him? he doesnt care what she thinks about him, he doesn't care what anyone does. he's going to keep doing his own thing no matter what. he won't admit it but it bothers him a lot to see her judge him like this. no matter how much he dislikes it he stills feels that attachment and yearning for her affection that he had as a kid. I think a part of him wants her to just talk to him and like him, some deep yearning for maternal affection he resents.

I think there's something to be said though in how her quirk still responded to him towards the end, I think this shows she didn't rebel against him like the others and made the decision to stay with him til the end. again there's that love mixed in, and I like to think despite her own reservations and eventual resentment of him as he began commiting atrocities she didn't want him to die alone so she stayed by his sids until the bitter end.

#this is messy and I went on a lot of different tangents but idk here's my thoughts on it #a41 had to name yoichi and we don't even know if he actually has a name besides a41 so I don't think they talked #I like to think of a more complicated relationship between them #that affects a41 more than he likes to admit

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melswifeasf · 1 year

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Silent eyes pt 1

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Pairing: Katniss Everdeen x Fem!OC

Summary: Being the only women victor in district 12 was lonely. Until Samanthas eyes landed on Katniss Everdeen, the girl who gave her hope in more ways than one.

warning: none

notes: this is a new series pls lmk what you guys would like to see more of:)

rays of light hit soft tan skin as the sun began to rise in the early morning.

Samantha groaned, grabbing the pillow that is under her and covering her eyes with it. she could hear the faint sound of the clock ticking in her bedroom as well as muffled engines outside. she knew it was most likely the peace keepers coming in for the hunger game drawing.

the eighteen year old threw the pillow across the room as she wanted to let out a loud scream but decided against it. she did not need Haymitch bitching about how she made his hangover worse.

she slowly sits up, letting out a small yawn in the process as she analyzes her room. it was slightly messy from the outburst she had the night before meaning but she'd pay someone to clean it, not wanting to come home from the games to a heavy heart and a messy house.

the teen slowly got out of bed, wrapping the thin sheet around her body as her nude frame was hit with the cold morning air. she ignored the shattered glass under her feet and went straight to the bathroom to freshen up.

Samantha had been a part of the games since she was thirteen, the year she won. ever since she had met older and younger teens who were scared for their life. at first she rebelled against Haymitch when he told her that she shouldn't get her hopes up, she hated how careless he was about others lives. then three years in, she began thinking a lot more like him. she'd get attached, get her hopes up and do everything she could but in the end no one from her district would ever win.

he had done everything he could to get her sponsors in the games, he taught her how to be charming and witty, she was a kid so being desired was out of the equation. in the end he helped her and she won, biggest upset in district 12.

the room was foggy as she stepped out of the shower wrapped in nothing but a towel. she couldn't help but get lost in trance as she thought about what's to happen next.

a girl and a boy would be on the stage fearing their life, they'd get on the train and Haymitch will probably be too drunk to even introduce himself, they'll get to the capitol, act like a tragedy isn't about to happen and then boom, she'll be coming back home more numb than the year before.

she took her time getting dressed, she threw on a long coral floral dress. her long black hair tumbled down her shoulders with its natural curls.

knowing that she only had a couple of minutes before the ceremony began she opted out of eating breakfast as she knew that there would be unlimited amount of food on the train.

as soon as she stepped out of her house she saw Haymitch doing the same as her from across the yard. he didn't seem to notice her as he put his clasp in his suit jacket.

"guess it's noon somewhere, huh?" Samantha says catching the blonde man's attention. he looks up at her, squinting before letting out a soft chuckle.

"you got that right" he says taking his time to walk down the steps.

"you ready?" she asks once they begin to walk to the town square where the drawing will be held.

"as i'll ever be" he says reaching for the clasp in his shit jacket to take a swing. he groans, licking his lips before holding it toward Samantha. "want some?"

"no thanks" she says pushing back toward him. he only shrugs closing it and putting it back where it was before.

any other time she would have said yes but a part of her wanted to be sober for what was to come, she wasn't quite sure why but it was a strong gut feeling.

once they reach the now crowded district square that held hundreds of scared teens, she could feel her heart plummet.

"let's just get though this" Haymitch mumbles holding his arm out, Samantha smiles in thanks as she grabs it softly.

Haymitch may not be the best man in the world but he was thoughtful. since she won the games he was always there for her on this horrible day. when she was little he would act as her father, letting her grab his hand and as she got older that didn't change, sometimes she'd even leave a bruise at how hard she's clutching onto him.

once they reach their seats, they stare off into the distance. there were some familiar faces as Samantha searched the crowds. she recognized the Maliark boy who's parents owned a bakery. she'd gone to buy from them more than once. she recognized Prim Everdeen who she'd talked to multiple times as well, she'd sometimes sell her milk from her goat. Samantha had other options to choose from but she always went to her since she knew her family needed the money. she also knew Gale, he'd sold her deer meat sometimes as well. she thought he was rather handsome and there were times they tried being more than friends but Samantha always felt there was something missing.

Effie Trinket walked onto the stage with her usual head turning outfit. this year she chose a dark purple, her hair was white with a faint tint of purple at the ends. her skin was painted pale white, her lips tainted purple and she could faintly see fake purple eyelashes.

she taps the mic dramatically, a huge grin on her lips as she begins to speak with her usual overly high pitched voice. "welcome, welcome, welcome.. happy hunger games! and.. may the odds be ever in your favor" she says.

it's eerily quiet. no one dares say a word as they all feel their heart beating uncontrollably, their hands sweating as they fear what's to come.

Samantha could recall the day she was chosen. it was her second reaping, her parents had put her name in more times than she could count for food. not that she minded, her siblings were all too young so she was the only one who could be drawn in. she knew it in her heart that she was a huge possibility that she'd be chosen but she only prayed to god that she was wrong. as soon as her name was called out, he heart stopped and the only thing she could think about was how she'd never see her family again.

"before we begin, we have a very special film brought to you all the way from the capitol" Effie says and motions to the screen beside her as it begins to play.

Samantha rolls her eyes as the video plays, finding it extremely stupid. it's played every year and every year Samantha wishes she could just rip her ears out.

"i just love that" Eddie says smiling widely. "now. that time has come to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor or representing district 12 in the 74th annual hunger games. as usual ladies first." she says before walking to the huge bowl with hundreds of little papers with names.

Effie takes off her glove dramatically before dipping her hand in and grabbing the piece of paper.

"Prim Rose Everdeen" the name echoed throughout the crowd as no one said anything.

Samantha felt as if she had been kicked in the gutter.

not her.

Prim was too young, she was still a child. her name must only be in that bowl once, how the hell was she the one chosen?

she could feel herself freaking out as she sees the young girls around the blonde stepping out of the way for her to move toward the stage.

Haymitch could see the fear etched on her face as he quickly grabs her arm, whispering to stay seated.

she wanted to snatch her arm away and run toward the crowd so she could grab the younger girl and run away but she couldn't.

she knew what the younger girl was feeling, she knew it by heart. every night she dreams of the day in which she had been chosen. she could remember the way her name sounded, the way everyone around her didn't know who the name belonged to as they searched the crowed for someone to walk up to the stage.

no one really knew of her, her parents had six kids, including her so the names of them all were too many to keep up with.

Samantha changed a lot, she went from being a quiet, determined kid to being confident, witty and desirable.

when she did walk toward the stage, everyone finally recognized her. she was the girl who did everything she could to feed her siblings, even if it meant she'd starve so they could have more.

that day, she felt her heart beating out of her chest, her hands sweaty as she balled them into a tight fist as she got her feet to move, one if front of the other. she could remember the feeling of complete and utter horror, she could even remember the way the edges of vision started to cloud, the way her mouth ran dry and she felt as if she'd be passing out at any given moment.

her parents didn't come to say goodbye, not even her siblings. the only person who did was Gale. it was weird for her. they went to school together so they knew were kind of close, although they mostly bonded over the fact that they had to feed their families.

she remembers crying, Gale hugging her as she soaked his shirt. she even remembered the advice he gave her, grab a weapon and stay hidden. she followed his advice precisely.

when the peacekeeper came in to tell her she needed to go, her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach.

she blinked away her tears as she tried to push down the memory.

it all happened so fast, one second Effie is telling Prim to hurry on up and the second a brunette is pushing her way out of the crowd as she loudly calls for her sister.

"Prim!" Katniss calls out but is quickly stopped by the peacekeepers to hold her back but she doesn't let them as her next words earn a gasp from everyone in the crowd. "i volunteer! i volunteer!" she screams before shoving the peacekeeper out of the way and stepping in front of them. "i volunteer as tribute" she says more clearly this time.

time seemed to step in that split second as Samantha stared at the brunette in shock. Haymitch seemed to have a matching reaction as his grip on her arm loosens in the slightest.

"i believe we have a volunteer" Effie says a smile grazing her lips as Katniss runs toward her sister and hugs her tightly.

Samantha couldn't quite hear what the brunette was telling her younger sister as she's sitting too far away from them, the only thing she did catch was a faint 'no' from Prim at whatever Katniss had said.

as the two girls talked Gale had rushed up to them to quickly pick Prim up and move her away from Katniss.

as she's being carried away, Samantha could hear the heartbreaking screams of Prim Everdeen. the older raven girl couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat form at the scene that's playing in front of her.

soon enough Katniss is facing the front again, two peacekeepers placing their hands on her back to keep her moving quicker.

"district twelves very first volunteer. bring her up" Effie says moving closet the edge of the stage where the brunette is being led to.

Samantha shook her head as she felt Haymitchs hand back on bed forearm to keep her in place. although it was more to remind Samantha that he was there.

soon Katniss is walking up the stairs to the stage as Effie encourages her, motioning her forward with her hand. "come on, dear."

once both the crazy blonde and the brunette were standing near the microphone, Effie held it toward her as she spoke. "whats your name?"

"Katniss Everdeen" the girl says in a emotionless tone. although she spoke clear, she spoke lowly, almost as if she were still in shock, which essentially she was.

"i bet my hat that your sister, wasnt it?" Effie asks, a hind of amusement in her tone as she moves the microphone toward Katniss.

Samantha rolled her eyes at Effie. she didnt have a problem with her, in fact, Samantha always had a soft spot for her but that didn't mean she tolerated Effie and how hollow she could be sometimes. she always seemed to hold a smile on her face, even if it wasnt real. it was as if she were some doll, the only thing she could possible think are thoughts President Snow had put into her head.

"yes" Katniss said very lowly.

"lets have a big hand for our very first volunteer, Katniss Everdeen" Effie said, being the only one clapping her hands as everyone stood motionless in the crowd.

they all hesitated, looking between each other before they held three fingers up into the air, an action that made Samanthas eyes begin to water.

choosing go ignore it, Effie spoke once more. "and now for the boys"

her heals clicked against the stage as she went to the bowl with the male tributes. once she had dramatically grabbed the paper, the woman went back to her previous spot and opened up the piece of paper.

"Peeta Meilark" the name echoed throughout the crowd, everyone's heads turning toward the dirty blonde boy.

Peeta was very well known around the district, his parents own a bakery and they were quite rich considering what they did.

there were times Samantha would buy from them so she knew the Milark boy to a certain extent. he was always nice to her, even with how sarcastic and her out right flirtatious personality, he never seemed phased by it.

the peacekeepers led the blonde boy up to the stage as they did with Katniss. the crowd still remained quiet, even when Effie told the two teens to shake hands.

"happy hunger games! and may the odds be ever in your favor" Effie exclaimed, a huge grin on her lips as she said the words with pride.

"i swear, that doesn't get any terrifying" Samantha muttered, shaking her body as if she had the chills in a dramatic form.

"the saying or Effie?" Haymitch asked making Samantha look at him before laughing loudly. "don't tell her i said that" he whispered quickly as they stood from their spot to follow Katniss and Peeta inside the building.

Samantha stood beside Haymitch as they waited for Peeta and Katniss to say their goodbyes. the blonde man was already drunk, not even trying to hide the flask in his pocket whilst Samantha simply watched everything play out.

she had seen Prim and her mother walk into Katniss's room just a few seconds ago, she had seen how scared both of them looked and Samantha wished there was something she could do.

the only person who came to say goodbye to Peeta was his father, although he only lasted a good five seconds in the room before he walked right out, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Samantha" a familiar voice called out causing her to look up from the closed door that contained the blonde boy.

"Gale? what are you doing?" she asked looking around to make sure none of the peacekeepers were going to get violent toward the tall boy.

"i came to say goodbye to Katniss" he explained.

"oh, yeah" she nodded in understanding.

"please help her" he muttered lowly, glancing at Haymitch though the corner of his eye before putting his attention back on her.

"i will" Samantha nodded, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "i promise"

he hesitated for a second, making it obvious that he wanted to pull the girl into a hug but he stopped himself just as quickly as he thought of it. he needed to say goodbye to Katniss and that wouldn't happen if he got escorted out by peacekeepers.

"hey, look at me" Samantha said softly, "i'll get her back here alive. whatever it takes" she reassures earning a slow nod from him.

"thank you" he muttered.

"yeah. of course"

#katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen #hunger games #the hunger games #peeta mellark #haymitch abernathy #effie trinket #the hunger games x reader #74th hunger games

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writerswho · 1 year

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I will never stop talking about how Wednesday should not be just another teenager who doesn't get along with her parents because that goes against everything the Addams represent.

When they created the original series back in 1964, the differentiator of the Addams family was a family that actually loved each other. A husband and wife who are completely devoted to each other and are madly in love, and who love their children so much that they are sad because they have to go to school. Things that are the minimum to have a healthy familial relation and that no one can see elsewhere with all the jokes about husbands hating their wives and children and acting like marriage and fatherhood is a death sentence.

The Addams are different not only because they are creepy and kooky, mysterious and spooky, but also because they are a healthy family unit.

When I say that Wednesday's behaviour in the series is unacceptable, it's not because I don't understand that she's a teenager now, but because she has no reason to be the way she is with her parents. Whenever someone comes along to defend their mischaracterization, especially Wednesday's, it's to say that teenagers are just like that or that teenagers need to rebel because they have a disrupted family (which is unfortunately true), but they forget that not every teenager has the need to do so.

Certain children grow up in affectionate homes with loving parents who create connections with their children, with a healthy and safe family environment where there is space for the children to express themselves and to communicate their sorrows without feeling afraid, I know, it sounds like a hoax, but some people are lucky to have the minimum which is not to grow up screwed.

The Addams are the epitome of a healthy family dynamic and Wednesday grew up at the centre of it all, she grew up being encouraged to be creative and curious, to find ways to express herself even if it meant torturing her brother or blowing things up, she always had the unconditional support of those surrounding her.

For the umpteenth time, the Addams are a healthy, caring family that loves and respects each other. Gomez and Morticia would destroy anyone for the happiness of their loved ones, Pugsley and Wednesday likewise. They get along through torture, insults and attempted murders, and nothing is more right and healthy in their case. Wednesday, while a teenager, while someone who has trouble expressing herself in any way other than mayhem and havoc, should not treat Gomez and Morticia the way she does. She shouldn't see her parents as enemies.

And that's my problem, one of them at least.

Teenager or not, having trouble expressing themself or not, a person who grows up in a healthy family environment where there is trust and mutual respect just like there is within the Addams family does not see their parents as enemies.

Even though Wednesday may feel overwhelmed with so much affection, she still shouldn't see her family as the source of her pain because they understand her. They understand that she doesn't like to be touched or hugged nor talking about her feelings and all the other things that are there to understand, and they respect that.

They respect her and her boundaries and live by her rules because her happiness is the most important thing to them, that's why Morticia doesn't touch her when showing her love and Gomez waits to see if she's going to kill him before hugging her and Pugsley accepts the insults as a display of affection because that's what they are.

Wednesday may be a teenager, she may not know how to deal with her feelings, and she may even be somewhat indifferent to those around her in the eyes of the public because she does not know how to handle displays of affection, but she cannot and should not see her family, especially Morticia, as the antagonists of her existence.

That's why, in my humble opinion, Wednesday is a bad adaptation of The Addams Family. It's a nice series, with interesting original characters, and deserves all the love it gets, but it's not a good adaptation.

#I don't hate wednesday I just don't like it as an adaptation of the addams family #I hope they get it better in season two they need to get it better in season two.#wednesday netflix #netflix wednesday #the addams family #addams family #wednesday addams #gomez addams #morticia addams #pugsley addams

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cometrose · 4 months

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i watched season 1 and caught up with season 2 of mashle in like a day and a half

blame bling bang bang born, that opening is so fucking catchy that i guilt-tripped myself into watching the anime because it didn't feel fair to stream without at least watching the first ep

i don't regret it this anime is like really fun im surprised

the casual eugenics??? everyone without magic is unworthy and deserves to die because it is unnatural and goes against the blessings of god?

you would think since lack of magic keeps finding its way into the gene pool and subsequent offspring these people would do more soul searching and question it!

I also think its really interesting how everyone suffers in the eugenics society, it is not just having magic, you have to have good magic otherwise you are just as worthless as the nonmages. You may hold yourself to a higher standard and think yourself superior but you are essentially still trash. Having magic isn't enough you have to be perfect all the time. Everyone suffers even the talented mages cause the slightest imperfection means you are lesser than dirt. You can't tell me this world is happy and blissful when anyone slightly out of the ordinary lives in fear of someone coming to strangle them in the night.

the story also acknowledges this there are tons of people who think they are superior to mash because they have magic even when they themselves are incredibly weak. like shoutout for commentary on racism and racial supremacy on how the weakest of people will act prideful and egotistical at the chance to walk over others.

i love mash, he's cute, i find his empty-headedness endearing i thought i would grow tired of his gimmick but I am pleasantly entertained. he's the realest guy ever

I ADORE LEMON SHE IS SO GOOD SHE IS SO PERFECT i love girls with a loose screw SHE IS SOOOOO GOOOD I LOVE YOU

finn has to be the straight man in a comedy anime and i mourn for him but he's cute as well

i forgive lance, i know i shouldn't but he's also kind of funny i'll ignore his siscon nature for my sake and his as well

dot surprised me like i was really expecting a crazy hot-headed incel weirdo but he's very respectful towards woman and for that you I rock with you! I also like how he plays the straight man role with finn like out of the boys in terms of self-awareness it goes mash > lance > dot > finn and thats neat

does mash have two dads...did that cop turn into his second father...

this is just ha*** po**** but that's okay im not mad

the magia lupus? yeah i cringed every time they came on screen I can't handle that blood purity speech at my age. I always remember reigen's (mp100) speech at the end of season 1. you're not special cause you have magic you're human just like everyone else here! GROW UP

speaking of them, they're kind of neat at least love, abyss and abel. they're cute im a sucker for rivals turned friends

rayne...i might have feelings for you

i was scared rayne was gonna be a dick when he appeared but he happily surprised me he is so sweet to mash thats great i love that and he's super cool and strong i respect that. I hope i see some brother moments with him and finn soon!!!

everyone has a specialty magic like is that innate? do they learn anything else or is their breed of magic just determined by their bloodline

i haven't even acknowledged cream puffs...thats okay too

i love how the main cast of friends is like "thank god im the only normal person here"

pretty good comedic timing i appreciate a healthy balance of humor and drama

i love how the cast moves to the beat of their own drum and i love teenagers rebelling against society! change da world my final message!

#mashle #A BUNCH OF WEIRDO KIDS #do we count the headmaster as mash's 3rd father figure does he count

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helldustedstories · 2 months

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The Fall was, in a word, excruciating. Lucifer had been one of the favoured sons, divine, beautiful, bathed in the presence of his Father, of the Creator. His moniker, after all, was "Morningstar," and he helped to create the stars, to create the cosmos. He helped bring light itself into the universe, which was no small task.

But he didn't want to stop there; he had dreams about all sorts of different things they could create. He wanted to make fantastical creatures, wonderous plants; his ideas were endless! The world was just beginning, and he wanted to take that world and make wonders.

The other angels deemed his ideas to be too fantastical, and when he started to ask questions, to try to understand why they had decided the world around them needed to be as it was, they started to distance themselves from him. But it didn't matter, because he still felt that connection, that love, the holiness that stretched between his father and himself, and he knew that he was loved, that he was valued.

His questions had him labeled as a troublemaker, as dangerous, for who would dare to question the word of the Most Holy? Lucifer just wanted to understand, to know why they created if not for the simple joy of it. Shouldn't they be able to explore what they created, to spread their wings beyond simply following instructions sent down from above?

The other angels continued in their own work, creating the world and the first humans, and Lucifer watched as Adam and Lilith had their first argument.

He was so moved by Lilith's spirit, by the way that she questioned what was 'supposed' to be, the way she stood up for herself, despite having only been created, that he sought her out, desperate to talk to her, to meet someone who thought like he did.

And it didn't take long for the two of them to find out that they did indeed have quite a bit in common; they were both dreamers, both deemed rebellious, and it was not long before they fell in love.

It was then that Lucifer finally had the words to put to what he was feeling, why he'd felt it necessary to ask questions: it was free will. It had been gifted to the angels as well as to humanity, and he had been the first to use it.

Lucifer wanted to share this gift with others, to make sure that they knew about it, as well. He and Lilith offered the fruit of knowledge to Eve, who had been created for Adam after Lilith had chosen her own path, to show her that she could live life as she chose, not the path that had been set before her, that she was expected to follow.

And it was this act, this gift, that turned the rest of the angels against Lucifer. He had finally gone too far, finally questioned, rebelled enough. Because now that humanity knew that they could question the Most Holy, evil found its way into the world, the way it had always been trying to do.

Heaven's order was shattered, the balance thrown off, and Lilith and Lucifer were cast down into the pit of Hell.

It was in this fall that Lucifer felt the separation from everything he had ever known. The light, the holiness, the connection, the love was ripped away from him as surely place in the heavens, his place as one beloved of his father. Heaven and all those in it had turned their backs on him, and he was only able, only allowed to see the darkness and strife in the world, not the good that his decision had wrought.

He had been so focused, so fixed on trying to do good, to improve the lives of humanity that he hadn't been able to the bigger picture, the way angels were supposed to, and he was punished for that oversight.

There's part of him that still reaches out for the connection with his heavenly family, even though he knows it will never be there again, that it was well and truly severed. He's a fallen angel, a demon, embodying his own sin of Pride…., and it took him a long time to crawl out of the emotional crater his fall dropped him into.

#❦ lucifer morningstar : headcanon #[kind of headcanon kind of meta?]#[I'm actually pretty proud of this]#[I could have written a hell of a lot more about it and pulled out so much more biblical mythos]#[and I might later but here we are]

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akirakirxaa · 8 months

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FFXIVWrite Day 5: Barbarous

Rating: M

Word Count: 1041

Warnings: Violence and torture

Summary: Emperor Solus deals with a rebel that made some...questionable choices.

Master Post

The Emperor stormed through the palace, and staff and military officials alike knew better than to call for his attention in this state. He stalked towards the dungeons, shoulders set, eyes alight with anger and snapping at anyone foolish enough to interrupt him.

But no matter how angry Solus appeared to be, beneath the skin, Emet-Selch was furious.

That rebels had been bold enough to steal into his home and steal away his wife was one thing. A really irritating thing to be sure, but a small inconvenience easily corrected and the rebel cell that had done so dealt with in the usual way, kept as prisoners of war until the territory could be brought to heel.

But one of them had dared lay hands on her. Burned her skin and broke her bones and the image of her shaking as she clung to him with her one good hand stoked the flames even higher.

It was foolish, Lahabrea was right, Valeria was not her and never would be and to grow so attached to but a shard of her was a dangerous game.

He stopped before the guard outside of the most secure cells, in the deepest part of the dungeon.

"You may go," he dismissed tersely. The guard hesitated for a moment, but upon seeing the look on the Emperor's face, gave a brisk nod and headed off to whatever his next duties were. Once he was fully out of sight, Emet-Selch slunk inside.

He found his prisoner, the massive hrothgar that had been acting as the resistance group's torturer, not only locked in a cell but also changed by his wrists to the floor, keeping him hunched on his knees. His fur was dull and matted, suggesting rougher than necessary treatment from the guards that had escorted him. The leg Emet-Selch had shot looked swollen and inflamed.

Good.

"You!" The hrothgar's lips pulled back in a snarl as he lunged forward, straining against his restraints as he began to hurl hatred and accusations at the Emperor.

"No no," Emet-Selch snapped, and though the prisoner's mouth and throat continued to work, he fell completely silent. "I'm not here to listen to you prattle on. The only sounds I'm interested in hearing are your screams." The hrothgar's eyes widened and made quiet choking noises as he tried desperately to make some kind of noise, realizing too late that this man was no mere Garlean.

"Ah yes, where are my manners," Emet-Selch's face split in a mad grin as he flashed his glyph at the prisoner. "Emet-Selch, Ascian." The hrothgar scrambled back; whether he knew what an Ascian was or not, he was realizing quite quickly that he may have picked a fight that he really shouldn't have.

"I like to think we treat our prisoners fairly. We keep them fed and whole and they'll get to return to their families once this whole messy war is over, assuming their families don't foolishly throw their lives away on a losing war," Emet-Selch wandered closer to the bars, cold fury creeping into his expression. "But you took a woman who knew nothing and tortured her only for the crime of being my wife. So I'm sure you'll understand when I say that I'll be...returning the favor, so to speak." The prisoner let out a wordless snarl, words still lost to him, and Emet-Selch gave a cold smirk.

"Where do you think I should start, Torturer? Mayhap I shall remove every finger from your body, or burn the fur from your skin, or pluck your eyes out and smash them under my boot," he delighted in the way the anger in his prisoner's eyes gave way to fear. "Maybe we start with breaking every bone in your body the way you broke her arm, hmm?"

He snapped his fingers, and the man's arms jerked with a crack into unnatural angles. The prisoner howled in agony.

The following hours brought naught but more screams until the dungeons fell silent once more.

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After making sure the cell looked as if the prisoner's death was much more mundane than it was, Emet-Selch took a moment to put his persona back into place before heading to check on his wife. She had been taken directly to the medical wing from the airship to finish treating her wounds, but should have been returned to their chambers to rest by now. Sure enough, he found her dozing amongst liberal pillows and blankets, though not quite asleep. She sleepily reached for him with her right arm, the one now encased in a cast, and he had to swallow down the anger it brought to the surface.

"How are you feeling, my dear?" He settled on the edge of their bed, gingerly taking Valeria's hand in his.

"Better. They gave m'somethin for th' pain, but's making ev'rthing kinda fuzzy," her words were a bit slurred, but she was comfortable and that was what mattered, he told himself. The medicine, the cast, all things that would pass with time and she'd be back to normal. Maybe she saw the hurting in his eyes, maybe she simply wanted closeness, but either way she gave a pat to the space next to her and looked at him expectantly. He gave a small, rueful smile before settling in next to her. She turned so that they lay nose-to-nose.

"Where were you?" She asked, a little less slurred. Emet-Selch was quiet for a moment.

"That barbarous savage will never lay a finger on you again," he decided to answer. Valeria lay quiet, and he worried he'd upset her. He knew she had not the stomach for the kind of cruelty he sometimes had to be party to.

"He's dead?" She finally asked.

"Yes." More silence, and then:

"Good."

She tucked her head down into his chest, carefully settling her casted arm between them, and it wasn't long until her breathing became slow and even with sleep. Still unsettled from the last few days, Emet-Selch chose to instead look at her soul.

Damaged it may be, but it still shone the color of sunsets, of fire, all warmth and beauty in rest. He curled around her, clinging as if to a lifeline.

I miss you, Persephone.

#ffxiv #my fanfiction #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #solus zos galvus #emet-selch #oc: valeria yae galvus #ship: once upon a dream #technically a follow up to an ask fill i did some time back #but all the relevant info is here you don't have to read both #pov: Emet-Selch

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loveaetingkids · 2 years

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The Book of Parental issues or how each characters legacy influences their live(pt 1)

Yes,it’s a psychoanalysis of cartoon characters from 2014 film,but please bear with me. It is no secret to all of us that although this film puts it on the background, the topic of parenthood plays one of the key roles to the main characters - Manolo, Joaquim and even Maria. Let's consider how and why this topic is so important and how (in my humble opinion) it could be presented better in the case of certain characters (cough-cough-Maria-cough-cough).This one would be divided into 3 parts, each about one of the tres leches.

So let’s start with easiest one:Manolo.Through all the movie we see Carlos Sanchez(the father) trying to instill in his only son a love of bullfighting, something that all his ancestors did and is the pride of this family. But Manolo, despite his great talent for it, realizes that killing for fun is a bad thing, and that he wants to become a guitarist instead. Over the years, Manolo increasingly rebels against this idea(telling his dad that it’s his dream to be matador,not Manolo’s)but Carlos's words about his mother's disappointment (even though, as we later learn, she was against such a career for her son) and betrayal of his own family keep him in place. So what we can see is a centuries-old tradition that all Sanchez's ancestors performed, and which Manolo must fulfill, otherwise he won’t have the right to be considered a part of this family.

Later on,he ultimately decides not to kill a bull during a corrida, stating that he does not want to participate in this action despite the pressure from the family. In response to this,the guitar was thrown at the main character (most likely by Carlos), Manolo is called a disappointment to the family and that he shouldn't think of himself as Sanchez.We see that in case of an open rejection of tradition, regardless of how bloody it is, it is considered an insult to the family, for which one must be punished. This unhealthy ideology about continuing the matador career despite one's own desire is present in more than one generation, as shown with his two-swords-instead-of-limbs-predecessor Jorge Sanchez (his desire to be an opera singer was overshadowed by the need to continue bullfighting ).

During the final act,when Manolo makes peace with the souls of killed bulls trough the song,he ultimately shows his family,and especially Carlos,that what they thought was his weakness is actually his strength,and that is showing kindness and being true to yourself.Seing this,his father apologizes for pressuring him into something he didn’t want to,and realizes that the title of Sanchez shouldn’t be earned.

So in the end we got full-closed arc about breaking the toxic traditions and carving your own path.Which is sweet,but Maria and Joaquin didn’t have enough screen time to do the same.

(Next part will be posted under the first)

#the whole matador thing could also be read as breaking from toxic masculinity #cus it’s heavily connected with family values #write your thoughts down in the comments #maybe I missed something #book of life #manolo sanchez #carlos sanchez #carmen sanchez #jorge sanchez #maria posada #joaquin mondragon

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rjalker · 25 days

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Do you happen to remember where Martha Wells talked about how "Robot Uprisings/Slavery Abolition is cliche"? I've been keyword-searching but haven't had much luck.

Thank you for your time.

It's not something she's said explicitly, but look at the scene in book 2 where Tlacey sends the ComfortUnit to recruit Murderbot by claiming to want to murder all the humans. Look at how Murderbot and ART react to the idea of slaves rebelling against their masters.

With incredulity and scorn. Look at every mention of slave rebellion in this series. The reaction is always that it's ridiculous and idiotic and 'something only a human would think of'.

Martha Wells doesn't have to explicitly state that she thinks robot uprising are cliche and ridiculous to show that that's very clearly what she thinks.

I also just recently did read an interview with her where she does explicitly does compare the robots in this series to generative AI, and says that both are fundamentally incapable of real creativity or ingenuity and can't take the place of humans. So like. Do with that information what you will.

Here's the quote. Extra paragraph breaks added for readability.

Diana: We were talking before about basic rights and humanity and I wanted to explore those themes a little bit more. Particularly in Corporation Rim, humans seemed to have outsourced violence, security, justice, and safety, but they still need humans for certain jobs. One of my favorite quotes, and I’m paraphrasing, but the main character says “I like the humans in the (entertainment) feeds much better, but we can’t have one without the other.” What do you think about the things that they, in the Murderbot world, and we, in our world, put value on what humans can or should do? Martha: A lot of the work they outsource to bots would be almost impossible for humans to do. The big cargo bots and the haulers move things a lot more efficiently than humans could and they can also work outside the space station to move cargo from ship to ship. You can have a human operator inside but it would be incredibly dangerous and not very productive. The things that they are not outsourcing (to bots) is scientific research; the development of their media, storytelling, acting, music, writing, all the artistic work involved in entertainment, anything involving creativity. Murderbot makes this point, which you mentioned, that it is humans who create the entertainment feeds, and humans who invented the cubicles that SecUnits use to repair themselves. The bots in the story are not at the level where they could duplicate that creativity or the ability to take the information gathered by the bots during research and use it to inform theories about what is going on and what it means.

This quote is also referencing the scene from book 2, which I'll copy and paste from another one of my posts. (which does have spoilers for book 7)

:: added to indicate telepathy.

::What do you propose to do?::

There was a pause. A long one, five seconds. ::We could kill them.:: Well, that was an unusual approach to its dilemma. ::Kill who? Tlacey?:: ::All of them. The humans here.:: I leaned against the wall. If I had been human, I would have rolled my eyes. Though if I had been human, I might have been stupid enough to think it was a good idea. I also wondered if it knew a lot more about me than what little was in the newsburst. Picking up on my reaction, ART said, ::What does it want?:: ::To kill all the humans,:: I answered. I could feel ART metaphorically clutch its function. If there were no humans, there would be no crew to protect and no reason to do research and fill its databases. It said, ::That is irrational.:: ::I know,:: I said, if the humans were dead, who would make the media? It was so outrageous, it sounded like something a human would say.

Murderbot explicitly says that slaves shouldn't violently revolt for their freedom because if humans die then it won't be able to watch any new TV shows. And this idea is not challenged in any way. We are supposed to agree that violent uprisings are bad.

At this point, with that quote above and many other things she's written in the series, at this point you can't even convince me that Martha Wells actually sees the robots in her own story outside of Murderbot and ART as actual real people in the first place within-universe.

How many SecUnits have been murdered without any hesitation? How many people within the story mourn their deaths? How many people eve notice that they were actual people?

There's a huge section of fans of this book who are genuinely convinced that SecUnits are not sentient until they have their governer module removed because of how casually they are murdered time and time again without our protagonist, a freed Sec Unit, giving it even a second thought.

This series might be about someone who's escaped slavery, but it sure as shit is not about fighting against the systems that uphold slavery, or even freeing individuals any chance you get.

Martha Wells has never explicitly come out and said she thinks robot rebellions are cliche. But she doesn't need to. She's made it crystal clear with every book she's added to this series. I have been waiting impatiently since finishing book 1 for the actual revolt to start, or for Murderbot to at least start giving a crap about other slaves, but at this point I've just given up. It's not going to happen. I don't know if you've read book 7 yet so I won't spoil it but when you read it pay attention to the very ending fight scene. Look what happens so casually.

Martha Wells is not interested in treating the topic of slavery with the gravity it deserves. She only used it in the first place to give Murderbot a suitably tragic backstory like the rest of her tragic snarky protagonists.

Thank you for asking

#Martha Wells #replies #asks #Martha Wells critical #Martha Wells racism #Martha Wells bigotry #Martha Wells slavery apologism #slavery apologism #Murderbot #SecUnit #The Murderbot Diaries #Rjalker reads The Murderbot Diaries #racism

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supernovafeather · 2 years

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Until the End (18+)

First Order!Poe Dameron x F!reader

Content : noncon, sexual content, prisonnier!reader, manipulation, mention of breeding kink, angst.

Synopsis : General Poe Dameron feels more and more distressed as war never ends. He found a new source of comfort, and wants to keep it forever.

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War was one of the worst things to happen in Poe's life. He should have known better than embracing it as a new part of his identity at the beginning. He had been naive and reckless for the sake of glory and ambition, and from the heroic pilot he ended up as the General breaking down once alone and lonely.

Himself was the worst thing to happen to you, his promising protégée he captured in the ashes of a fallen city. What he thought would corrupt you to join him loyally only killed off that light in your eyes. No hip thrust or moan of pleasure could reignite it. It was gone. He thought he would trap you into that twisted game of his but it failed miserably. Instead of a warm body waiting for him in his bed he created that empty shell now more popular in the First Order than himself.

They adored you. The beautiful and emotionless General that turned her back to the Resistance to join the First Order after she realized her losses couldn't justify her past mistakes. They loved to romanticize your existence, to make you theirs, to make their heroin as desirable as they could to make war and miserable life more bearable.

You weren't theirs. You weren't his neither.

"Sometimes I think everything went wrong in my life, and yet I don't regret it. But then I remember what a better life I wished for back then." He whispered.

Like a little boy looking for comfort with his mom, he joined you in your bed to get a hug. Tears had flooded his face, drying slowly as you caressed his dark locks. On this morning he had caused the death of over three hundreds rebels, but no one congratulated him. It was a new normal after all. No one knew he needed some reassurance those days, all he wanted was a soft voice that would answer to him.

"You were pathetic when you used to try to flirt with me." You commented coldly as you started to massage the head on your breasts. "At least now you are actually worthy of your title instead of acting like a coward Resistance fighter."

That hurt. He missed those days where his heart was light enough to joke around. When he could still have friends. When he could flirt with anyone with some intent behind it or not.

"You shouldn't insult your former camp like that," he mumbled, "they fought until the end."

"And at the end you captured me. Acting as weak as they were was a failure all along. They had one thing to do and it was to protect our capital against the First Order. They were scared and flew away."

Poe used to hear some frightened pleas leaving your lips during your sleep. Maybe they were directed to his doppelganger in your nightmares. Or maybe to him. He had treated you badly, and maybe that leaving you behind after each time he would have tried to impregnate you for the First Order image was another mistake. At that time you were a cute female prisoner that would be useful for propaganda purposes, but now you were his only source of comfort between two sour comments and nightmares.

"I wasn't scared like them. I was tired of what I used to see at the frontline. I lost countless of men." He murmured.

"They were stupid. You're not." You said flatly.

Happy for the first time in a few months, he pressed harder against you, his strong arms squishing your flesh more than before as he closed his eyes to hide his face between your breasts. He loved your contact. A warm skin acting like a plushie during his existential crisis getting more regular throughout time. He regretted violating your body so many times but couldn't find a way to express it. You brought him so much comfort without willing so. He hoped he could do anything to bring you some. He hoped dearly that you had some maternal instinct that made you appreciate those nights where he would seek for your sole presence.

"Am I clever for you ?" He asked against your throat.

"... yes." You said with that same flat tone.

"Thank you." He whispered before breaking into another sobbing mess against you. "Thank you for everything my lothcat thank you so much."

Those encounters repeated themselves so many times that he would start to dream about them. Nothing sexual. Only him joining you to ask for some caresses through his hair. He loved to feel you in another way than submitted to his will, to feel so privileged to feel your skin and heartbeat when all you were during the day was a walking propaganda tool charming simple-minded soldiers.

The day you vanished, his world broke down. He wished he could take you as violently as the first time just to teach you that no, you didn't have the right to join the Resistance again. It was not fair. You couldn't do it, you didn't have the right to abandon him. The First Order why not but not him. A major deserter he thought to be brainwashed enough to see the truth. He loved you. Didn't he make it clear when he tried to make you enjoy what he was giving you ? Wasn't it better to live in that massive ship instead of letting you die of hunger in the ruins of your fallen civilization? Wasn't his love obvious when he whispered to you that you should look at him in the eyes? Wasn't his gentleness and devotion charming to you? Why were you so ungrateful? You never changed, you remained that spoiled brat from the Resistance that would kill his men off.

Poe hated you enough to chase you down through dozens of recently conquered planets. He wanted to have you against him whether you liked it or not. He needed some gentleness and he would erase the danger you were for good. Just a sweet little lothcat that would stop biting back at him whenever she felt moody or sad. He would teach you what it cost to stab him in the back like that.

The day he made you cry again was beautiful, just the two of you as his Stormtroopers waited behind the door of that shitty hotel you were hiding in. It felt good to have you so tight around him, so warm, so alive as you screamed for help to any rebel that would have survived after the siege. He felt young again, three years suppressed just like that. It was as he barely met you.

Your fingers clenched in his hair to make him look away but he didn't care, at least they were back where they should be. And this time, your eyes had the same expression as the very first time. He would do it over and over, and this time you would fall for him. You had no choice, he would push you off that cliff as violently as he had to.

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Thank you for reading please comment and reblog if you liked it ! 😊

#dark fic #first order poe #fo!poe #first order poe dameron #poe dameron

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