rumi sings to her plants everyday while she tends to them. sometimes its a real song, sometimes its a song shes coming up with on the spot, sometimes shes just humming at them.
its a routine she never really strays from. even when sick, or injured, she insists on going out and taking care of them, and no matter how hoarse her voice is, she sings.
one day, when shes around 33, she has an audience of one. she doesnt realize shes being watched, nor does she realize it for the several days afterwards she continues to be watched.
in fact, its not until three weeks later, when she nears her balcony and hears a noise from outside, that she realizes anyone else has been coming out there at all.
when she goes outside, she sees her daughter, jihae. the noise is her singing. her voice is fine, but shes only 3, and she has no volume control, so its loud and a bit cacophonous. she’s holding rumi’s watering can in her hands, and it looks MASSIVE in them.
she’s singing nonsense earbleedingly loud, and she’s watering the plants a tad too much (although, for a three year old, it’s surprisingly close to the accurate amount she needs to water them, showing just how closely she’s been observing rumi), but rumi smiles and only slightly winces when her voice goes VERY sharp and when her daughter puts way too much water in one of them
she watches for another minute or so before jihae turns and sees her mother, and jumps. “mama! i was just-“
rumi laughs. “taking care of the plants for me? thank you, jiji.” she steps forward and gently takes the watering can from her daughter, before placing it on the ground and kneeling in front of her.
jihae wrings her hands nervously, and despite how much she looks like mira, with her eyes and brown hair, her cheeks and chin, her disposition and constant need for physical affection all inherited from the dancer, in that moment she looks so much like zoey that rumi’s heart soars at the sight of the daughter she gave birth to resembling both of her loves so perfectly
“ive been watching you,” the little girl admits remorsefully.
rumi places a hand on her daughters freckled cheek. “yeah?”
she nods. “it…looked nice. taking care of the plants.” the s in “plants” was elongated; jihae had inherited zoeys slight speech impediment.
“you were singing, too. did that also look nice?”
jihae nods again. “plus, you did it every time you took care of them, so it must be important, right?”
rumi kisses her forehead. “it is. singing to your plants can help them grow.”
jihae bites her lips, a move she recognizes as her own when shes contemplating something but doesnt know how to ask.
rumi decides to ask for her, “did you wanna help, jiji? i have so many plants, but so little time to take care of them all.” its not entirely untrue. she has an entire greenhouse on the roof of the building that she takes care of after the ones on her balcony. “i could really use the help.”
jihae looks up at her w excitement. “really?”
“mhm. i can teach you how to take care of all the plants, how much water they need, how much sun they need, even how to rehabilitate them when they need it.”
jihae tilts her head. “whats rebuildate?”
rumi chuckles. she probably shouldnt have used a word that big for her three year old. “rehabilitate. its when someone or something is sick, and you help it get better.”
jihaes eyes widen in surprise and a bit of horror. “plants can get sick?”
“they can.”
“do they start coughing and getting snot everywhere?” jihaes nose wrinkled in disgust.
rumi laughed, kissing her daughters cheek a few times just to release the overwhelming affection she felt in that moment.
about two months ago, hani, jihaes younger (by about 5 minutes) sister had had a nasty cold. in order to keep hani from passing it on, jihae and aeri, rumis eldest daughter (by about 2 hours), had to be kept separated from their sister, and had only caught glimpses of her throughout the duration of the week she was sick. they’d probably only seen her coughing and stuffed up and thought it was just gross, which was a relief.
(rumi and her wives had had a much worse time of it. hani’s cold had left her shivering, pale, and clammy. she wheezed painfully for most of that week, and there’d been a terrible, anxiety filled moment where rumi was terrified she would die, although she hadnt said it aloud. theyd spent most of it by her side, feeding her and giving her medicine, and cradling her in their arms until she fell into a restless sleep.
when she’d finally recovered, she went back to her normal, healthy self within days, much to the utter relief of her parents.)
“it wont have snot like nini did, although some plants do get a little…gross, when theyre not feeling well. but plants can get sick, and they can better, just like nini!” she pets jihaes hair.
“woah. and you can teach me how to help them get better?” the little girl looks up at her mother hopefully.
“i can. just follow my lead, and youll be an expert in no time!” rumi stands up and begins showing her daughter each plant, explaining what they were, how to care for them, and how long to water them for. she does the same up in the greenhouse afterwards.
the entire time jihae watches in and listens in utter fascination, excited to learn everything she can.
a few days later, rumi comes back home with a few small plants, all of which are of ill-health. mira and zoey tease her about it, “really ru, more new plants?” although she can tell they’re only joking. she explains to them why shes brought them home (to teach jihae how to take care of sick plants) and they brighten as they realize their daughter has a new hobby she can do with her mother (at this point, jihae has also shown an interest in dancing, although her little three year old legs are uncoordinated, and animals, although she still gets certain species mixed up, so now she has an interest she shares with all three of her mothers).
johae does nurse those plants back to health, eventually. when she realizes how much better theyve gotten, she gets so excited she squeals and jumps around, singing louder than she’s ever sung before
rumis routine is now spent with company, at first teaching her the ropes, and then, over time, as jihaes learns, done in tandem. jihae names each of the plants when she’s little, and rumi sticks labels on each of them to remember “who’s who”.
they make a schedule for when each of them will take each of the plants, so that they never overlap. they sing together, forming their own songs on the spot (zoey walks outside to listen to them once and teases them that they may very take over her job as songwriter soon. rumi kisses her and says “never, sweetheart” while jihae fake gags in the background at the sight of her parents physical affection). jihaes singing gets better all the time.
now, when rumis sick, she doesn’t get up to take care of the plants, because jihae has it all covered. she also takes care of them whenever her parents are away.
eventually, when jihae and her sisters move out (which mira and zoey both spend the entire process of moving them out wailing loudly about), rumi gives her some plants to bring with her. theyre the ones jihae nursed back to health all those years ago. she knows their names by heart by now, the labels long since faded. rumi wishes farewell to each plant, kissing a leaf on each of them goodbye, and singing a short song for them, before she tearfully looks up, and sees jihaes face wet with tears. she kisses her daughters forehead, and wishes her farewell too.
(rumis daughters visit their parents and younger siblings every week. jihae greets each of the plants by name every time. rumi does the same at her daughters’ new home when they visit them. she also calls every new plant jihae gets “a new grandchild!”)
This is base on superman shave because he would use laser to shave I mean does he need to use shaving cream for that. This is my thanks for the request you made for me and sorry you waited so long, it's pretty heretic week..
A new brainworm! What if Zelink met as kids first 🥺?!
It'd be so cute if little Link was temporarily assigned to guard & watch over little Zelda ahhh
And then they meet again 7 years later when Link gets re-stationed at the castle!!
Height difference reversal yipeee
No calamity in this AU I think!
Link is slightly older than Zelda, but not by much. I just imagined little Link trying to mother hen little Zelda and it's so cute! He tries to get her to stick to her proper bed time and prayer time, but Zelda is too good at sneaking around😂
Link is probably a bit of a stick in the mud in this AU, but tbf he is responsible for the safety of the kingdom's darling little princess. He takes his job very seriously (as seriously as a 12 year old can lmao)
They become besties eventually, Zelda dragging him around all over the castle causing mischief and shenanigans!!
But then Link pulls the Master Sword after a few months, so he's relieved from duty of being Zelda's guard & gets sent out to train / eradicate monsters all over Hyrule. Zelda loses her friend :(
And then the reunion happens 7 years later!!! Zelda remembers Link being so much taller than her back then, always nagging her like a mother hen, chasing her around the castle court whenever she skipped prayers, etc. He got riled up so easily it was kinda cute. She looks forward to meeting her childhood bestie again...!!
But the Link she reunites with is quite different. For one, he's smaller than her now (cute). But he's also gotten so serious and quiet. When Zelda suggests mischief to get a rise out of him, he just quietly nods and follows behind her silently, like a guard that he should be... How boring! He must've gone through quite a lot to have changed this much.
Now Zelda is on a mission to get past Link's serious mask and befriend him again!
And ofc they eventually get together! Don't mind the alpha/omega assignment in the 2nd pic hehe I just thought younger Zelda topping older Link would be sooo cute, ok I'm done rambling thank you for coming to my tedtalk
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Average Deep Space Nine A plot: "What are you willing to sacrifice for the chance at a better world? Who are you willing to hurt? Will the pain you cause now outweigh the peace that it might bring? When both choices are bad, and you do what you think is best, can you live with yourself after? Could you live with yourself if you made the opposite choice?"
Average Deep Space Nine B plot: "What do we do with all this hot sauce!?"
Oh my fucking god. Yanessa Halovar, you heinous, insidious bitch. Oh my god.
Right. Okay. Episode 27. Hal and Yanessa and Thaisha and the play. I’ve only caught up, and I’m having a meltdown right now. Oh, you bitch. You manipulative insidious bitch.
This scene:
Yanessa: We feel that when, ah. The play ends and Azgra is still dominant. Azgra wins, the revolution fails, the rebellion fails. And it feels like it’s going to be an extremely tragic or sombre or … unfortunate ending. We would love if, at the end, yes, Phokeon dies, but if he were to die and merge with a universal force, something that would show that his life, his rebellion, was not spent in vain. But rather that, in struggling and failing, his soul was actually redeemed and rewarded.
Hal: I am with you. I am with you. I think, I would like to suggest, that that is implied.
Yanessa: Let’s make it explicit! And further, I think there are some moments of comedy that just don’t hit in the first act. I think that there’s an element that we would like to bring as well of … Phokeon communicates a lot towards his people. He keeps bringing it back to the Rungjani. But of course there will be many in your audience who are not themselves Rungjani. Perhaps if there was something that he referred to that there was a spirit moving upon him. Something that he almost didn’t understand why he was doing what he was doing. That there was something communicating to him.
Hal, keeping it together, trying to bend it back away from where this is going: Yearning for freedom.
Yanessa: Yearning for redemption. Yearning for salvation.
Thaisha, livid: Redemption against what? Redemption from what?
Yanessa: We are all sinners.
Thaisha: Sure, but … is that the focus … Mm. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. (towards Hal) This is your play. And, ah. My people’s history. So you guys can keep … That’s fine.
I have never felt such a towering rage at what comes out of this woman’s mouth. Not even during the false resurrection. Because Thaisha has it bang on. Thaisha knows exactly what this is.
Yanessa, these edits, are flat-out trying to co-opt the Shaper’s War.
Okay. There are … In the short term she’s trying to stall opening night. That’s quite obvious. She’s so insistent. There’s a short term goal, and she probably doesn’t actually expect the edits to go through, even with a judicious helping of veiled threat. Hal came here with a Lloy. So Yanessa probably doesn’t actually expect these to go through. The main short-term goal is to delay the play. But. Even just her saying them.
And Kother’ai isn’t talking about the Shaper’s War directly. It’s a previous, failed rebellion against Azgra. Which. Dangerous in itself, given the Falconer’s rebellion and it’s sudden fresh relevance recently. It’s probably half the reason why she suddenly can’t let the play go ahead, in the wake of everything that’s happened this past week. Thjazi was killed on Tachonis orders, Halovar likely wasn’t planning for it. She may have originally intended to let the play happen, gain some good grace, but with the mood in the city shifting rapidly, she cannot let a play go ahead about a failed rebellion flinging hope for a successful one forward into the future. It’s got far too much resonance right now, she needs the inhabitants of Dol Makjar to not get a head of revolutionary fervour up in the current climate. Hence the sudden kibosh on the play and the insistence that it be delayed.
Delayed, or changed. Or, ideally, both.
But whether or not she expects these changes to be carried out, the sheer fact of her asking for them is …
It’s vile. It’s so vile. And so insidious.
… The orcs did not rebel for their own sakes. They didn’t decide to rebel at all. They were moved to it by a mysterious force. By a universal truth, perhaps, that predates the Shapers, to which the Shapers themselves were returned, to whom all souls belong. The Shapers were evil, obviously, and the Shaper’s War was obviously correct, but it wasn’t the orcs, the Rungjani, who were responsible for that rightness, it was something else. Some force. Some force that, conveniently, Yanessa herself has a direct line to, that resurrected her from the dead only last night.
No wonder Thaisha was internally clawing at the walls. Yanessa is straight up trying to co-opt the Shaper’s War, the history of Thaisha’s people, their greatest and most terrible sacrifice, into propping up Yanessa’s own fucking fake-ass religion.
Oh, I wanted to rip her face off. Congratulations to both Hal and Thaisha for holding that together, because I have never felt such fury towards this woman as I did this conversation. To even suggest that. To a Lloy. To two Rungjani.
Hal’s play is a celebration of the orcish people, their sacrifice, their suffering. To the rebellious spirit that was always there in them, the longing for freedom, the determination to not only escape slavery but destroy their slaver, to stand and fight even against gods themselves in that cause, no matter how often they failed, how often they suffered, how often they were slaughtered. Phokeon’s rebellion failed. But the one that came later? Did not. And now this play, in honour of that failed rebellion, that first and failed attempt at freedom, takes place on the god’s own ground. They honour that long ago sacrifice while standing on Azgra’s own blood.
And Yanessa fucking Halovar … wants to suggest that maybe that wasn’t the orcs themselves at all. They weren’t people, they didn’t stand up for themselves, they were tools. They were moved. By a mysterious force. As tools to end an obvious evil.
An evil that no one else in the world objected to until the orcs took the choice of inaction out of everyone’s hands.
This goddamn colonial missionary white saviour goddamn fucking bullshit. All wisdom, all truth, comes from white (or in this case human) religion. Native people could not act for their own good, much less the good of all, unless they were guided to it by a much more … truthful, powerful, mysterious force, that incidentally happens to speak only through white human mouths.
Oh, I want to rip her face off. And she so good at what she does. Look at the city right now. The Lloy wing, the history of the Lloys and the Rungjani and the Shapers War, vanished and in limbo at the Archenade. The Revolutionary Council itself under direct attack, from Yanessa’s own mouth. And now this. This direct attack on the histories and stories of the orcish people. This displacement of their stories inside their own damned city. ‘There will be many in your audience who will not be Rungjani themselves’. Oh, you bitch.
The Tachonis are fighting a war of magic and force. The Halovar are fighting a war of culture.
And while it’s far, far too early to say they’re winning, they sure as fuck came out swinging.
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