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If I had to make my own au of x men evolution, I’d make Todd based off of the Vijayan's night frog, and I’d make him really short (the frogs are tinyyyyy)

I’d also make Kurt’s tail stronger looking, and more like a monkeys tail (still with the arrow shape like a spear tho)

and I want to give kurt an arc where he learns to not insult others based off of their appearance. His arc would be slow, span a few ‘episodes’

maybe he gets stuck with Todd and has to escape an angry, mutant hating group, and they end up really far away, lost cus they were distracted with escaping

they then slowly get to know each other a bit better, learn they’re not so different, and that Todd has it harder that him in some ways

(in the au, Todd ran away from his family bc they keep ignoring his struggles (like sensitive skin that absorbs things like frog skin does, dietary needs, allergies due to his mutation, etc), but the brother hood are his family now)

and kurt just has a moment where it (the brotherhood’s behaviour) all clicks

also, the possibilities for Todd’s frog species are insane

there’s the flying frog (they actually glide tho), the glass frog, poison dart frogs ( hc that in a universe where he is a dart frog, he’d be non poisonous due to not eating the diet he’d need for his body to build up the chemicals, though he could use chemicals to do it), red eyed tree frog, purple frog, Indian bullfrog, hairy frog, etc

I like to imagine he’s tried to eat one of his friend’s (the brotherhood’s) fingers after frog brain mistook it for a worm

Oh no are we doing the "popular children's program is BASICALLY COCAINE and will LITTERALLY ROT YOUR CHILD'S BRAIN" again?

Didn't happen with teletubbies, didn't happen with spongebob, isnt going to happen with cocomelon. Also instances of childhood neglect leading to noticeable and severe developmental delay like "cant write cus ipad" (in my day it was "cant write because texting") and "cant talk because tv" (that once hasn't changed) remain rare and is not something the majority of kids are ever going to experience. Even when they do, there is usually an underlying cause and the problem would still be there without the presence of the technology, for example a child with speech delay may well engage in echolalia simply because that's how their brain works, and of course its going to relate to YouTube if they watch YouTube. If they didn't they'd copy something else but they wouldn't be speaking in full original sentences. (And lets be real plenty of these are just people jumping to blaming technology instead of accepting that developmental delay is normal and happens. People want to blame things, they don't want to accept they have a child they see as broken). Maybe the evil ipad stopped your kid tying their shoelaces or maybe its actually a hard thing and some people, LIKE ME FOR EXAMPLE, cant do it.

This same scaremongering happens every generation and is always overblown crap. This generation its evil ipads, for mine it was TV. For my mother's it was physical affection. Its bullshit, calm down.

(Also kids are being expected to do things younger and younger when it isn't developmentally appropriate. Like being expected to be physically developed enough to write by hand neatly at nursery age. Which is physically impossible. Thats not ipads their bones haven't grown enough yet. So maybe chill)

(Also also, you might wanna consider how much is you clinging to ways of living just because its normal to you. It took me a while to accept that my child's difficulty with writing does not need to be considered any kind of delay because its 2023 and we have keyboards and screens now. This "problem" actually has zero effect on it ever since adults stopped losing their minds over it. We dont live in a world that requires handwriting anymore. White teachers have also been losing their minds over kids "regressing" during covid for "forgetting how to use knives and forks" when like. Bitch these kids are Indian. They know how to eat they just do it differently and didn't have to assimilate for a year. That's not something to worry about!)

Tl;dr you're falling for the "technology is corrupting the youth and now they are different from us" again.

This is going to tie into two separate games: Twisted Wonderland and Project SEKAI. Trigger warnings: mentions of death, wanting to dissappear, abuse, manipulation, implied suicide. Jeez, that's a lot.

I'm going to talk about, specifically, Asahina Mafuyu (Yuki) and Riddle Rosehearts. There's a lot of similarities. It doesn't seem like that at first, but bear with me here.

In pjsk, we are first introduced to Mafuyu as a cheery, kind, agreeable, and helpful person. Her voice has emotion, but something's off. And you can't tell.

In contrast, the audience's first impression of Riddle is akin to that of a strict, controlling force, who opposes our poor prefect's shiny new friends.

And there's no way you'd think them alike if you don't look past that. If you skip all the stories and ignore Riddle's overblot and Mafuyu's trained card art. Because that's the point. It's not supposed to be obvious. You're supposed to view Mafuyu as "normal" and Riddle as "annoying" and never look closer.

Exept, you are supposed to look closer. You're supposed to squint at them and put them under a magnifying glass. And there's some genius in Mafuyu in particular- in pjsk, each group's main story starts with the group leader's backstory. Mafuyu is not a group leader. We don't start with a glimpse of her past. We start with her facade.

Mafuyu pretends. Her cheery face and higher-pitched voice are forced, and she is miserable. And when do we see that? When it's too late. When Mafuyu tries to dissappear into a world made of her emotions, a world so barren it's literally called "the Empty SEKAI."

Because Mafuyu doesn't know who she is. Because she's being abused. Riddle is in the same scenario.

Both of them have helicopter moms who try and control every aspect of their lives. Riddle's mom succeeded- and that's where their differences originate. Mafuyu rebels. She joined an anonymous online music group to vent and try and learn who she is without her mother's interference. Hell, she helped start it. That group started as two people, and she was one of them.

Riddle, on the other hand, gave in. He became an extension of his mother, of his abuser, and realizing that drove him to overblot. That desperation to emulate her was programmed into him by years of having no will of his own.

And yet, Mafuyu fought. She fought, and things got worse, and, as of writing this, her arc of escaping her abusive, overcontrolling household is Nightcord at 25:00(the music group she helped form)'s main arc, and it has yet to be resolved.

Mafuyu struggles. She doesn't know who she is. Her mother doesn't want her to learn, she wants her to be a perfect little honor student who becomes a doctor and studies all the time. Riddle's mom wanted that too, in a son- and she got it.

Riddle doesn't know who he is, either. After his overblot, he confesses: he never liked being an extension of his mother, but he suffered through it. He followed every rule, got every point, and he was in pain. In a way, he's lucky. At some point or another, that would've killed him.

And, when Riddle learned, he rebelled, too. Even before he knew, he fought because autonomy is critical to a child's healthy development, and they will always want to seek it eventually. He fought because he needed to. Otherwise, I doubt he'd've survived his freshman year at NRC. All those tarts, all forbidden... He'd've done what Mafuyu tried.

Riddle gave in. He gave in, and it killed him. He and Mafuyu are two sides of the same, ruined coin. One is being more actively molded and resisting, and the other only just became aware.

We see their development. In the Twilight Festa event, we see Mafuyu learn that she genuinely enjoys helping people. In book 2, we see Riddle run in the hallways to catch a rule-breaker. Riddle's progress is way subtler: he only just started trying to find himself. Mafuyu has a head start.

And... in a way, they're one and the same. They are lost bodies, searching for their souls. And I hope they both succeed.

In the end, they are both misfortunate children.

And, in a way, aren't we all?

You’ve come to the right person.

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 5 AND 6

Oh man Rook Hunt? He’s so mood, haha. One half of me really like him as a character because he’s so outlandish. Man practically worships Vil for his beauty, stalks students to know them, and loves a lot of things that other characters take for granted. Even though he is in Pomefiore, he focuses a lot more on others without neglecting himself.

If I was more over-the-moon for Rook, I would kin him completely… except for the stalking, since that is weird. I’ve been stalked before in real life and it isn’t fun, trust me.

Bbbuuutt this is fiction. We know the motives behind Rook’s attitude even though other characters don’t. He’s also extremely funny, lol. I find his sense of style and his actions very humorous, and that only adds to his charm. If he were real, I feel as if he and I would be able to talk about each others interests so genuinely. I’d also be able to joke with him well!

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I also find the fact that he comes from Savanaclaw very interesting. It would explain why he’s so good at being a hunter in nature, and being Le Chasseur D’Armour (The Hunter of Love) for multiple interesting folks. It makes me wonder about the geographical and sociology that enables people from the Afterglow Savannah (Sunset Savanna for the EN folks) to be sensitive to sounds, sights, and smells.

After all, Rook isn’t a… what’s the name? He isn’t like Ruggie, Leona, or Jack, who have deeply interwoven animal traits. He’s human (I think), which makes his biological data more interesting.

Oh man, and when he went to the Island of Woe (IoW) to see how he could get Vil back to Night Raven College (NRC), he cleverly uses his social patterns to get in. I believe I looked him up on a website called TVTropes (a wonderful place to see all the tropes that different movies, series, and characters have. It’s an AMAZING website, I highly recommend taking a look), and it explained why he did what he did.

By disguising his real motive as wanting to give Vil his beauty products (so that he would continue being beautiful), he managed to get himself, Epel, and the MC into S.T.Y.X. His actions are so outlandish, but fitting to his character that Ortho and Idia capture them instead of eliminating them or whatever. It’s something only Rook would do.

And that is SO FASCINATING!

Chapter 5 was one of my least-liked chapters. However, it was still a catalyst to diving into Pomefiore as a whole. Rook usurps the expectations that the audience has for them, especially when dealing with Vil before his overblot. Man was going to DRINK that damn liquid that would have KILLED Neige to 1. Express how much he wanted to believe that Vil wouldn’t do such a thing and 2. So he can risk getting a taste for poisonous fruits.

Rook literally admires Vil’s beauty first before jumping to action upon the danger that his overblot indicates.

HE ADMIRES VIL’S OVERBLOT!

HOW CRAZY IS THIS MAN?!?!?

He also does ballet! SLAY KING ballet is SO HARD!

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I love seeing how Rook ticks, like how he loves seeing how others do. He would SO be either a psychologist or get into the beauty industry, if not into a job that enables him to ‘hunt’ others better. ROOK HAS SUCH A FLEXIBILITY TO HIM THAT IT DRIVES ME NUTS JUST THINKING ABOUT HOW COMPLEX HE IS!

Then there’s the other half.

It’s a lot more selfish and deeply connected to my desire to know and be known. It’s extremely hard for me to trust people (especially in our day and age) because the world is so corrupted. My mother would tell me about how children would run in the streets unattended because they were safe. Parents would take care of kids from different families. They let them walk lengths to school without worry.

But it’s so distrustful now.

You don’t see children running around anymore in droves. Lots of people don’t show care for others anymore (not only because they might not care, but if they do care, it’ll be seen as creepy). I go walk alone in DAYTIME and fear that a car might hit me, or I’ll get assaulted somehow. I can’t even fully trust my own friends and family because you just never know what they might do.

I can’t even think about getting into dating because if I don’t balance taking it seriously and feeling the emotions, I’ll most definitely be taken advantage of. The idea of a partner is exciting, but thinking about how it might apply to me is terrifying. I wouldn’t be able to do it.

Which is why I feel so close to Rook, both as someone I would be and as a character.

As a fictional character that I hyperfixiated on, I know a LOT about him and his motives. I can predict how he would be. I don’t know his entire history or syllabus, or what his next action might be sometimes, but I know and love Rook for everything that he is.

The best part is that he would most likely do the same for me, just because of how he acts generally. He would desire to KNOW me like I know him now.

I could see Rook gathering so much intel on me that it’s not funny. He would see how I act, and why I act the way I do. He’d know what I like to do, what I don’t. He’d know what gifts to get me, know what I would need, even before I tell him.

He’d be such a great friend, and if it comes down to it, an even lovelier boyfriend. We share the same desire to know, and sharing those interests together is… it reaches into my very being and pulls something out.

We both admire beauty in things that others might not see. We’d both admire the clouds in the sky. We could both people-watch together to pick apart what makes people who they are. We’d write poems and fawn about the structure of them, the diction. Maybe he’d teach me about makeup, or I could teach him about origami.

I desire to know about him. I desire to be known. Knowing Rook, he would share that same deep desire to see, to think, and to know.

If there’s anyone that I could even fathom trusting with my life, it would be Rook. Sharing each other’s personalities and needs in a way that I don’t have to worry about in real life.

TLDR: Rook is a fascinating character. He has a kooky personality, funny attitude-style, and very interesting history. There’s a lot of traits he has that, when they come together, makes Rook a fascinating character to study. He’s complex. I both relate to him and want to be with him because of who he is.

And those are my thoughts on Rook Hunt.

Now, let me turn that question onto you, @mentallyshattered. Who is one of your favorite characters? What are your thoughts on them?

If y’all want to rant about a character too, feel free! This isn’t only for Shattered.

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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ vent about abuse/assault

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I truly wish I was an only child,

all my sister's have done are fk me over and fuck me up mentally,

especially my lil sister she's turned into someone I can't stand to be around she's so manipulative I already can't trust anyone and they just make it sm worse.

But at least I know my mom has my back and will defend me,

She does things on purpose to trigger me and my mother.

She deflects and tries to make excuses for what she does wrong.

I know I should be more understanding and considerate about her mental health but it's tiring when she doesn't give 2 fucks about anyone else's I do not want to be the bigger or better person.

I will never accept or allow her being shitty to me or my mother that's never been me and it never will be.

She assaulted our grandpa hit him and tries to make me not tell my mom I've always told my mother anything that goes on so if it's serious I will tell her but apparently I'm the bad guy for that do I care honestly no.

She made the first move and hit him and bragged and laughed about inflicting pain on him and that she enjoyed it...

Now I wouldn't be so idk about that because I can be pretty violent too but not without reason.

We learned from a young age to never hit someone first to let them take the first hit on us then hit or whatever after...

But I guess it only stuck with me.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse (not specified), drug use (not specified), mental breakdown

Summary: This is a vent of mine. Chris Redfield finds you high in the shower after not speaking to him for a couple days. He thought you were done with drugs, but discovers you got high because you were having trouble with your PTSD and abusive father. He then helps you feel better.

Viewer discrestion is advised. Take care of yourselves.

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Chris moved up to the door. You hadn't been answering his texts or calls for days. That never meant anything good. Fiddling with his key ring for the spare key you gave him for emergencies, he noted to take off the keys he didn't need anymore once he left your place.

Finally finding the right one, he jammed it in the lock and unceremoniously shoved his way into your apartment. The lights were off, but he could hear a shower going in your bathroom. He took a quick peek at your current living space. Things were everywhere, the sink was crowded with dirty dishes, he guessed it had been like this for a little bit.

"(Y/n)?" He called out. "Hey, it's Chris. You uh, you didn't answer any of my texts or calls and I was getting worried."

No response. The shower continued. Growing suspicious, he made his way to the shower. He knocked once, twice, thrice, and right when he was about to knock a fourth time, your raspy voice sounded quietly through the door.

"Come in."

He did, and saw your curtains open. You were fully clothed but drenched head to toe. You looked tired, your lips were chapped, and your skin was pale.

"Jesus, what happened to you?" He reached over and turned off the water.

"No, turn it back on...my fucking..." You trailed off.

"Come on, let's go." He bent over and slung one limp arm over his shoulders before hauling you up and out of the tub. "What the hell were you doing?"

"Bad trip...thought...cold shower would help." Your head slumped, and when Chris tried to stand you up, your face just smashed into his chest.

Chris sighed. "Lets get you dried off, yeah? What even prompted you to get high? I thought you quit that."

"I did...but my fucking...my fucking dad came by..."

Chris knew that was the culprit. Your abusive father. Nodding, he helped you into your room, picked some oversized clothing for you to throw on (that absolutely weren't his) before handing you a towel. Nothing needed to be said, Chris knew well enough by now.

After changing into dry clothing and drying yourself off the best you could with a towel and high off your ass, you tried to stumble into the living room. More lights were on and it was fucking with your vision. Chris was putting some of your dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

"Oh no, no, don't do that...I can..."

"It's fine, you go sit down." Chris turned and gave you a charming smile over his shoulder.

You hesitated. Chris clicked his tongue. "Want company?"

You hesitantly nodded, not entirely sure. If you started having flashbacks again, you didn't want to get violent with your only source of comfort. But, before you could finish your thought process, Chris had abandoned the sink and guided you to your couch.

"Cuddle or no?"

"..." It suddenly hurt to speak.

Chris waited patiently for you to speak, or give him a hand signal. When you tapped his shoulder, he nodded. You just wanted to sit shoulder to shoulder. Chris patiently waited for you to talk, or not. He would wait for you forever if that's what you needed. He'll sit here as you begin to breakdown and cry, all of your worries and PTSD-ridden thoughts come spilling out. Chris listens, and listens, and listens. He doesn't say a single word. He just slowly begins to envelope you in a hug, giving you plenty of time to back out if you wanted to.

When his arms finally cage you in, you feel your tears begin to stop. You aren't close to calming down, but it definitely feels better like this. When you're done, Chris gives you a moment to see if you have anything else to say. When you're silent, he only says a sentence.

"I'm here, I've got you."

And do you feel damn safe in those fucking arms.

Wifey has done it again! I’ve been reading this while she writes and let me tell you! Y’all are not ready for what’s to come! Ahhh I’ve been so excited for the rest of this story! *muah* love you!!

Irresistible⤞ pt. 1

⤞ Pairing: Hybrid Maknae line x reader ⤞ Genre: Hybrid!au, Smut, 18+ M, 3k words ⤞ Summary: You weren’t supposed to be theirs, and they weren’t supposed to find you so irresistible. ⤞ Warnings: mentions of heat, mentions of blood, mentions of abuse, future smut ⤞ A/N: This fic will contain future smut and is 18+ M. Thank you once again to my wifey @outromoni​ for her ridiculous talent. All credit goes to her for the banner. 

The words spoken by the employee at the center fell deaf on Jungkook’s small, but cute bunny ears. The rules were simple; no one could own a human without going through the proper procedures. The problem was, the moment Jungkook set his eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. For weeks he visited the center, always seeking you out in hopes that you weren’t gone. He must’ve walked by your display window a thousand times. Each and every encounter, although only through glass, was unforgettable. Sometimes he’d simply watch you sit in a corner looking forlorn and quiet, and other times, he would see you attempt to interact with the other humans inside of the shared enclosure. But what really killed him, was when you looked right into his soul, your pretty eyes begging to be set free. He couldn’t just leave you there to rot.

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Not Upset

Ian hides.

*mentions of abuse, reincarnation, and death*

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Ian Jones has always been a high-energy child. Bouncing off the walls, practically, with a loud laugh and a big grin. His Mami thinks he’s adorable, just as she does the Other kids, and his Papi lets him climb all over him when he’s not busy.

As long as he was outside, he was allowed to go as wild as he wanted, so long as he stayed close to the house.

But, sometimes, he couldn’t wait to get his energy out.

It’s what led him to his current situation, staring in horror at the shattered glass vase. The thing was older than him, and he had knocked into the table in his haste to get outside— sheer luck that the other kids were all outside or in town for the day—

“Ian?” He hears Papi call from upstairs, and he freezes, “Ian? Is everything alright?” He hears footsteps creeping down the stairs, and bolts.

He leaves the crime scene, suddenly so very afraid— there are flashes of a man with tanner skin and curlier hair, always angry with them, always mean and always hurting them— and he ducks into the coat closet.

He hears Papi reach the shattered glass, a near-silent ‘Scheiße’ before the voice calls out again, sounding concerned.

“Ian? Ian, where are you?”

Ian holds his breath as the footsteps approach, covering his head with his hands. He was going to be found, he was going to be hurt—

“Oh…” the voice is soft, right in front of him. “Kleiner…”

“Lo lamento,” Ian whimpers, curling tighter, “Lo siento, no fue mi intención— por favor, no me lastimes—“

“Mein kleiner Junge,” the voice is soft, and the hands don’t reach out to..to bruise his face or pull out his hair or-or leave his clothes soaked in his own blood with hands or whips—, “Why would I hurt you?”

“Rompí el jarrón. Lo siento, por favor—“

“Shhh.” Finally, a gentle hand. The skin rough, but in a different way than he remembers, and settling in his curly hair. “It’s alright, sweetheart..”

Ian looks up.

The man in front of him, his Papi, is pale with straight, red-brown hair and green eyes. The Other Man had darker skin and curlier hair, with eyes so brown they were almost black. The Man-on-the-Island had been blonde with hazel eyes. He’s smaller than he had been with the Other Man. Smaller than he had been with The Man-on-the-Island.

He’s not La Florida, a centuries old territory called Andres by the humans. He’s not an adult, not anymore. Peter and Margaret (he’d been split in two, East and West, an excruciating pain as his body tore apart) died in 1783, Andres died in 1822 when Spain sold the territory, the fragments of his body creating the 4-years-in-body Territory of Florida.

He’s Ian Jones, the State of Florida, 8-years old in body and 4-years-a-State. He has a Papi and a Mami and they have a bunch of other kids like him.

The man in front of him isn’t Máster España, or Sir Britain- but Continental Congress, his Papi.

“Why would I hurt you?” Those green eyes seem to burn like a righteous fire at even the idea. As if he wanted to take everyone who’d ever hurt him and bury them in ash and embers.

“Estas molesto conmigo.” He mutters back, “Rompí el jarrón…”

Papi looks back at the shattered glass.

“I’m…no, I’m not upset, Ian.” Papi says slowly, looking back to him, “But, dear boy, I would never hurt you even if I was furious. I would never punish you in a fit of anger.”

Ian looks at him with amber eyes, an orangish yellow color that shifts and glows. He slowly starts to uncurl himself, leaning up to the hand still resting on his head.

Papi smiles.

“Come along,” he says gently, carefully guiding the boy out of the coat closet, “You can help me clean it up, yes?”

“Sí.”

“Let’s go then. Your mother will be glad it’s gone, she has hated the old thing since we got it. A gift from a politician she never really liked…”

Ian giggled, scampering to follow his Papi, clutching to the end of the man's sleeve as he talks about the new excuse for it being gone if the politician ever visited again.

With a simple motion, the man shifts the grip and holds the boy's smaller hand in his.

Ian Jones, the State of Florida— and whoever else he’s been before, the versions of him who died—, smiles.

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Scheiße = Shit/Fuck

Kleiner = little one

Mein kleiner Junge = My Little Boy

Lo lamento, Lo siento, no fue mi intención— por favor, no me lastimes— = I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to— please don't hurt me

Rompí el jarrón. Lo siento, por favor— = I broke the vase. I'm sorry, please—

Estás molesto conmigo. = You’re upset with me.

Okay Madney Prompt with a side of Buckley sibs:

“What happened to their (change their to our maybe) happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

So what if when Maddie runs to Buck Doug knew and allowed her to have some time because he’s just so smug and knows Maddie has stayed that long and she would never leave. Buck is totally sus but Maddie holds it all in and just smiles and wants to see everything her little brother is up to because she knows things are only going to end up one way with Doug and she wanted a chance to say hello/goodbye. Then she meets Chimney and they have an instant connection, and he can see like Buck that Maddie isn’t happy and may be in an abusive marriage. They spend however long together and fall in love but then Doug returns to take Maddie home and she leaves because she’s scared and doesn’t know what to do. Then comes the above line.

(I kinda feel like I just wrote the whole story here and there’s no point in sending this lol, oops.)

Thank you so much, I took the prompt and ran with it. It took me three straight days of writing and I got it.

Doug Kendall has made it a habit of knowing where his wife is at all times, and the moment he comes home to find her things gone is no different. The car he bought for her after she had given her jeep to her younger brother is also gone, and he feels a surge of fury at the audacity of Maddie daring to leave him. How dare she? Didn't she remember that they had vowed to be with each other until death do they part or did he need to give her a swift reminder of that, his hand clenching into a fist as he imagined her sobbing for forgiveness in front of him? He loved her, and yet this isn't the first time she's dared to leave him. How many chances is he supposed to give her?

He rubs his finger over his wedding band absent-mindedly, the anger reducing into sadness, because once upon a time they had been happy. The good moments had always outnumbered the bad until they didn't, but it's always her fault. He doesn't like hitting her, at least not in Doug's mind, but when she makes a mistake she needs to be taught the lesson to ensure that she never repeats it again, or else how will she become the most perfect version of herself? When she screws up the dinner or isn't home on time, those errors are unacceptable to him. Especially after the many warnings he's delivered to her in the past. He loves her, he can't imagine his life without her or being with anyone else not named Maddie, but he wants her to do better and be better, but first he needs her home, where she belongs.

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Just imagine Hades, not long after meeting his nephew Perseus Jackson, being called by the judges because there was something he should see.

Imagine his face as he saw every moment: from when Gabe was born, when he met Sally (and began abusing her), when he met Percy (and began abusing him, too), to the moment that Gabe Ugliano was turned to stone.

Imagine him noticing a gleam in the eyes of Sally Jackson as she gave Gabe the box. The very same gleam that was in his own mother’s eyes as she had plotted their father’s downfall. He similarities between the situations and he doesn’t like it. (He ensures that Sally Jackson gets more than the statue was worth when she sells it; after all, he could respect how she handled the situation.)

He may not show that he cares for his family, but he does. And, in the brief time that he had known of his nephew, he had grown begrudgingly fond of his brother’s youngest demigod child.

Then he looks at Gabe. This mortal had hurt his nephew, who had looked at him and called him uncle, the hours later had fought Ares one-on-one and won. So this mortal wanted to hurt his family? He knows that he will pay for the rest of eternity.

Imagine this happening with every child abuser. He hates those. Every single one goes to the Fields of Punishment.

op I'm gonna fucking cry. I'm gonna.im gonna cry. The number of times I needed to put my head down and breathe before continuing is not countable what the FUCK whyyyyyyyyyy😭😭😭😭

The line 'as warm as his father promised with an agony he'd never mentioned' i legit gasped. Oh gosh, the gods truly believed that they were incapable of changing, but Zeus and Apollo's relationship begs to differ

What’s better Christmas present than a bit of angst huh?

When Apollo was young, not yet a year old, he was banished from Olympus due to his crime of murder. Gaea called for his head, but Zeus shielded him.

“I will not rule as my father did,” he said “The boy can learn, he can be better.”

Apollo was sentenced to exile. Nine years, though he was not told this. No, Apollo was certain that he had lost his chance to join his family in the heavens. His father had spared his life, and as penance he now had to stay on the mortal realm for all eternity, alone.

The young god made due with what he had. He wandered through the fields of Greece, tending to the animals he found along the way. He would sing, as light and clear as the birds, and mortals would flock to the sound. Apollo was never allowed to linger long, but he fell in love with that feeling of warm comfort mortals seemed to carry with them, that joy that he could never quite reach. When he could, he worked, often for little reward. He wanted another taste, another glimpse of a less lonely existence. So he became a shepherd, a soothsayer, a musician, always a few steps away, watching but never being.

One day, in the middle of the coldest months, Apollo was hired by a farmer in the Vale of Tempe. He had a large herd of cattle and was in desperate need of a someone to care for them. Apollo traveled through the backroads and forests, making his way to the valley. When he arrived, however, he found no farmer, and no cattle. Instead, a lone man sat at the base of the river that flowed through the vale. The water was near frozen over, but the man did not shake. Instead, he turned, and smiled wide.

“Apollon,” Zeus said, “Olympus has missed you.”

Apollo was shocked. Had his father truly come for him? He dropped into a low bow, too nervous for words.

Zeus chuckled, low and warm, “Rise, son. There is no more need for humility. It has been decided you have done enough.”

“Truly?” Apollo asked, “May I truly join you on Olympus?”

“You may join me at home, Apollo.” Zeus responded, “Your home. Come, we shall perform a rite of purification in these waters, and then you will ascend to your throne.”

And so the rite was performed, and Apollo was cleansed. As far as the rest of the world knows, the two immediately ascended to Olympus, to the glorious applause of the other members of the divine court. Apollo took his throne, next to his dear sister, and began his immortal duties.

But there was a moment, one moment, which was kept away in that sheltered vale. Once Apollo had been cleansed, he stood at the bank, waiting for the next step. Any demand his father asked of him, he would have agreed too. But Zeus held nothing over his head. Instead, he summoned a cloak of sheep’s wool, and placed it over Apollo’s shoulders.

“A gift,” he murmured, “The golden treasures you were born with will bring you glory, but this my son… I hope this will keep you warm.”

And Apollo believed, with all his heart, that he would never be lonely again.

Time is a cruel master. As years bled into centuries that bled into millennia upon millennia, Apollo realized that loneliness would be his most constant companion. He realized that the source of this loneliness, this suffering, would often be the very man that promised to keep him warm. The fire of his father’s hearth burned everything it touched, leaving Apollo with blistered hands and a scorched heart.

But he still wore the sheepskin. When the loneliness crept into his bones. When the lightning crackled across his limbs with a burning pain, as warm as his father promised with an agony he’d never mentioned. When all seemed lost to the ground and the dust. Apollo found that wool cloak and cast it over his shoulders. Even broken promises can bring some sort of comfort. Even old sheep’s wool can bring an illusion of warmth.

I was his child once. He used to love me.

If only the bite of a king’s cruelty could be chased away as easily as the chill of a winter’s day. The wool does nothing, and the loneliness remains. Apollo shivers, and goes to rest.

Villain Sneak Peek (Supernova Initiative) - Eldora Thalax

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☆ ・・About/General Info ・・☆

A violent and ruthless woman, Eldora was banished by her people for wanting to indulge in a warmongering effort against the Junction's galaxies, seen by the Elders - including her mother, who was heartbroken by this realization - as too dangerous. And they were right. Leaving with a burning rage in her heart, Eldora sought out to collect as many conquests as she possibly could, amassing an army that rivals that of most known warlords - in hopes that one day, her mother would "see her potential" and welcome her back. She married a young nobleman named Damen in a political alliance to increase her military powers and eventually took his family's lands for herself through a coup. Eldora's violent nature showed her true colors once more when she proved herself to be an extremely abusive woman to both her husband and their child, Kye Thalax, something that would lead to the incident that sparked Kye's vengeance arc later in the main story.

☆・・More Info ・・☆

Pronouns - She/Her

Age - 43

Current Role - Antagonist, part of the Main Villains

Appearance - Eldora is a fearsome woman with a lithe stature and striking features, her presence being one that strikes uncertainty and fear into the hearts of those around her. She has long, bright silver hair - the trademark hair color of the females of her alien species - which she often ties into a sharp ponytail, styled with silver and gold ornaments. Her attire is practical and bulletproof, being both dangerously beautiful and invulnerable like the armor she often wears, appropriate to a General/Warlord of her reputation. Instead of nails, she has sharp, charcoal-black claws. Eldora also has a cruel, violent gaze.

Picrew (note, she has pointy ears, typical of anyone from her species, but I couldn't find that option in this picrew)

Personality Types -

✶ Enneagram: 5w6

✶ MBTI: INPT

Occupation: Warlord, General/Commander of Armies, Killer

Species & Place of Birth: Khylet; Thypsiell

Sexuality: Straight

☆・・Extras・・☆

✶ Character Playlist (A full Character Playlist is still To Be Made)

Belle's Villain Song - Lydia The Bard

True as it can be Watch the petals fall Desperate as you crawl On your knees to me It's your final page Fairytale complete You see in this world we're merely players But the truth is I'm your beauty, you're the beast [...] You thought we were a match Sweetheart, I am far smarter than that There is no one living that can challenge me You’re unworthy and that, love, is a fact [...] You are nothing but a monster to me Less than nothing you're not worth my pity Not even one of you Is a rival to what I can do Underestimated all this time Don't you get it this is my design I've made all my moves Seconds from the truth

Bad - Jake Daniels

Bring me down to the dark, muddy waters I think I need my soul cleaned Got a saddle full of miles, and a shot gun on my side That I'm not afraid to wipe clean I'm a bad, bad man everybody knows my name From the dirt all the way to the sea If you wanna try your chance, at a one way dance to the depths, come straight for me 'Cause I'm bad, oh I'm bad, 'cause I'm bad 'Cause I'm bad 'Cause I'm a doctor of the wild wild west Where the bad men are wanted and the law don’t rest I'm a simple man, but my fingers on the trigger Didn’t have no choice, I'm just a stone-cold sinner In the valley of the shadows ain’t no land of the free Best believe that I'm gunning if they come for me I don’t got a way out, but I had a way in Guess I'm gonna have to live in the life full a sin

Through War - HalaCG

I'm the queen of the cold and you'll learn to bow to me Cause the strong rule a world where the weak aren't built to breathe And are you blind or what? Look at all I've got and love me I've seen your strength pretty boy, pretty boy You'll be with me you don't get a choice [...] Armies kneel when I blink, no resistance stacks to this hey It takes less than you think to make a dog out of a prince And I know what don't think l will stop until it's won [...] We'll have everything Or go be a shadow I'll show you everything that I am If we have to be this know: even through war I'll reach your hand

Mother Knows Best (Reprise) - Tangled

Just proves you're too naive to be here Why would he like you? Come on now, really! Look at you, you think that he's impressed? Don't be a dummy Come with mummy, Mother - [...] No?! Oh. I see how it is [...] This is why he's here! Don't let him deceive you! Give it to him, watch, you'll see! Trust me, my dear That's how fast he'll leave you I won't say I told you so

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✶ Tags:

#wip supernova initiative #oc: eldora thalax

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