HIHIHIHI. Soo... Which character do you think scisaac would have a parent-child dynamic with?? Because when I thought about Liam, I could only imagine Scott and Stiles being such pack figures for him‼️, but I need someone else's opinion.
Like, coming to them for advice, gossiping about their friends, and all that (actually, if you have any fic recs, I'd be really grateful. And it's okay if you don't).
Hmmm.... I'm not sure I'd see them as dads of anyone in the pack, because Liam and the rest are two years younger. Isaac would be terrified of being anyone's dad, anyway. But they could be big brothers, and that would fit better both with the age gap and the closeness of pack dynamics. I think brotherly figures fit better with canon portrayals of pack ("we're brothers now") and also the close friendships they bond. Moreover, I think the asking for advice or sharing gossip you mention, oh user sine nomine, fits better in that kind of relationship -- and here I might be projecting but there are dozens of things I would mention to my brothers that I'd never ever think I would share with my dad.
Anyhow, and to the core of your question. I think that both Liam and Mason would be Scott and Isaac's little brothers. Scott has no real experience being a brother, but Isaac does, and he knows how to exploit that and feels more comfortable teasing and horseplaying them to no end.
As for fic recs... I did write a couple in which Isaac becomes Mason's foster brother (Bunk Beds are Made for Talking and then A Match Made in Space, which are part of a space AU, which I know isn't everyone's cup of tea). Then I also have The Mists of the Silver Towers, which is more a game than it is a fic, focused on Isaac and Liam. Off the top of my head I can only remember another fic on these lines, though: Salt, Grease, & a Shovel. A quick AO3 search with the Isaac & Liam and Isaac/Scott tags, however, only produces four fics, three of which are mine xD.
Sorry I could not properly answer the question, but I hope that is useful!
She’s got a girlfriend now. A proper one, not the kind she had two or three dates with that fizzled out. No, the kind of girlfriend who's just about to meet her mum and wants to introduce herself to Johnny. Someone she likes. Someone who likes her. Someone who asks about her day and buys her flowers and doesn’t kiss other people because she decided she needs to stay with her mum for just a little while longer.
It figures then, that the first person Vanessa sees in the village is Charity flipping Dingle.
Part of her temper flares at the thought of Charity, that anger she thought she put aside coming back with a quiet roar. It only burns for a moment before it’s washed away by something else. It takes Vanessa too long to place it and she just stuffs it back down instead of putting too much thought into it. But it just makes room for what comes next - the hurt of it all.
She’s hurt.
She can tell Trace she doesn’t care about them, Charity and… him. She can tell her mum and she can tell Megan when they talk on the phone. She can tell Rhona when they talk over video and pretend like they’re having a girl's night in with a cheeky glass of wine. She can tell anyone who’ll listen. She can even tell herself in the mirror in the morning when she’s cleaning the steam off the glass.
“I don’t care about them,” she says, voice hardly wavering.
She’s perfected it, hasn’t she? The carelessness of it all. She better have perfected it, the amount of time she’s practiced in the mirror. I don’t care about them, she says when she wakes up in the morning. I don’t care about them, she says when she lays down in her too-big bed that she hasn’t quite gotten used to yet.
And for the minute she’s telling someone else, as they nod sympathetically, she can believe it. Why should she care about them? Charity obviously didn’t care about her. If she had… No, Vanessa thinks. It’s no use to think of what-ifs. Because it all boils down to the same thing. Charity didn’t. Charity must never have.
How could she? Vanessa asks herself after the lights go out. How could she if she-
“V?” she hears from the other side of the bathroom door.
Vanessa looks at herself in the mirror and exhales through her nose, straightening up a little. “Be right out,” she calls back. She runs her fingers over the flats of her cheeks, smoothing out the skin. “Alright, Vanessa. Pull yourself together.” She turns and opens the door, startling when she comes face to face with Tracy.
“Ha!” Tracy pokes her in the chest. “Caught you.”
Vanessa gives her a shaky smile. “Caught me what?”
“Oh, come off it, V.” Tracy rolls her eyes and loops an arm through Vanessa’s, starting down the hall towards the stairs. “You’re still mad at Charity.”
“Mad,” Vanessa echoes softly.
Mad. Hurt. Hurt. Mad. Hurt, hurt, hurt.
Tracy doesn’t seem to notice. “Well, don’t be. She’s not worth your time. What was it she said? The people you give your love to, it’s their job to make your burden a little bit lighter. Was that it?” Tracy shrugs. “Seems like all she’s done is made your load heavier.”
Something wicked flutters in Vanessa’s stomach and she swallows hard against the rising heat in her throat.
“Listen, Vanessa,” Tracy continues, her voice a little lower as she grows serious. “Don’t let Charity Dingle ruin any more of your life, yeah? She got her hooks in once. Don’t give her the satisfaction of doing it again. Besides,” she says, a little cheerier. “We’ve got more important things to talk about. Like your girlfriend,” she all but sings.
Vanessa rolls her eyes, choking out a laugh. “Easy, Trace. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
Tracy isn’t listening to her, prattling on about what kind of dates they’ve been going on and what kind of shows they’ve been seeing and if Johnny has been asking questions about where she’s going at night with her friend or if her mum likes her. Vanessa lets her go, mind already back to standing outside in front of her car and hearing Charity say I love you to someone else.
The hurt is snuffed out by the mad burning hot in her chest as she remembers that.
“You know what?” she interrupts Tracy. She doesn’t wait for Tracy to respond. “You’re right. She’s not worth it. I’ve moved on, haven’t I. And it’s been too long since we’ve had a proper sister night. We’re going to change that.”
Tracy grins at her. “That’s the V I know and love.”
Vanessa nods sharply. “I’ll put the kettle on and tell you everything you want to know,” she says with a wink.
Tracy’s laughter fills the small house and the yawning spaces in Vanessa’s chest just enough that she feels a little lighter with it.
The thing is: she has moved on.
And Charity Dingle stopped being worth her time ages ago.
I took a stab at a Forgotten Realms classic, please, let me know what you think?
(Elven Subrace for 5e)
By Bran-Ridire
Type: Humanoid (of the Elf Subtype)
Age: Moon Elves claim their adult names sometime around reaching their first century of life, and live nearly 1 millennium.
Size: Medium, Moon Elves stand roughly 6ft tall.
Speed: Your base land speed is 30 ft. (6 Squares)
Typical Alignment: Chaotic Good, Chaotic Neutral, Rebel Moral or Rebel Neutral.
Base Languages: Moon Elves Read/Write and Speak Elven and the home language of their nation if not already listed as well as one Bonus language of their choice from the following; Abyssal, Celestial, Dragonic or Sylvan.
Moon Elf Adventurers also speak Common or Oriental depending on your Campaign Setting.
Ability Scores: +2 Wisdom, +1 Intelligence.
Cantrip: You begin play knowing one extra Cantrip of your choice. This Cantrip must be from the Druid Spell list and Wisdom is your spellcasting ability for this Cantrip.
Darkvision: 60 ft. (Out to a range of 60 ft. you can see in dim light as if it were bright light, and in darkness you see in distinctive shades of grey).
Moon Elf Weapon Training: You begin play Proficient in the Use of Light Crossbows, Longbows, Longswords, and Rapiers.
Fey Ancestry: You may not be put to sleep through magical means, and you have Advantage on Saves vs Charm Spells and effects.
Keen Senses: You begin play Proficient in the Perception (Wisdom) skill.
Trance: Elves do not “Sleep” as most humanoids do, instead, elves Meditate for roughly half the time humans sleep. Elves do dream in this semi-conscious state, but instead of strange flights of fantasy and fear, elven dreams are more readily understood as mental exercises.
I had a sudden thought and now I'm really annoyed by it, so I'm making it everyone's problem.
Ron. Specifically in fics that want to show him in a negative light, or even just hint at him being careless or whatever. A lot of times I've seen them mention the fact that he almost always only ever gives candy as gifts, and the way that usually gets framed is that he doesn't put any thought into them or whatever.
Guys. He's fucking poor. Has it occurred to anyone in this godsforsaken fandom that maybe he can't afford anything more expensive than a bar of chocolate for his friends? He's also a kid, and like... bro, the fact that he even thought to get anything at all is really impressive to me, as a former kid myself. I never remembered to get anyone anything without my mom basically doing the whole thing for me. (I am still very bad at gifts, but I at least do remember to get them on occasion lol.)
And anyway in canon his gifts get a bit "better" as the years go on and his parents don't have to support Percy, and then the twins in addition to Ron, Ginny, and themselves. But I still see so many fics stick with him just giving chocolate or whatever as gifts even into adulthood and using that as something to point to regarding why he's a bad person. I hate it.
You can dislike Ron as a character. I disagree with you strongly, but like... you're entitled to your opinion, and I will respect that. But at least don't use him to perpetuate classist stereotypes. This has the same energy as the "make coffee at home" argument that gets thrown around. Like the $2 coffee you get every day is going to make or break your budget, and like that coffee isn't sometimes the only thing getting someone out of bed every morning. The fact that Ron doesn't forego little things for himself to scrape and save for a single present for his friend doesn't mean that he's a bad person. It means he's a teenager, and also that he's entitled to his goddamned jelly slugs if they make life a little less shitty and maybe he could do without the judgement, Deborah.
A new leaf may be turning over. Inspired by my grandmother and her incredible artwork, I picked up a pencil the other day while we were snowed in and thought I’d see if I could still draw a bird, like I used to do when I was bored during my high school days. I don’t know if this is a phase or a lasting thing but it’s something that I can do and put down when I need to and come back when I can without losing the vibe. It’s just fun with no pressure, and as long as it stays that way I don’t see myself quitting.
I wrote a LONG fic that wasn't for Downton a couple of years ago. It was ALL I did in my spare time. And i wrote it almost entirely in Notes on the iPhone 4 I had back then, if you can imagine it.
At the time I felt it was the best thing I'd ever written. I look at it now and I'm mortified! I did publish some of it at one point, but I had the good sense to delete it all from public record. Incidentally, I'd like to do that with my first DA fic as well.
At any rate ... I still think my writing is shite. But even I can see that it's improved by leaps and bounds from where it was.
❝ it’s important isn’t it? the last conversation you had with someone. especially our father. he was harsh on us…but, he had a lot of expectation. as he should have. we are the royal family. but i am so proud of who you have become. and he would be, too…i love that you’re happy. ❞
