didnt know how much i wanted a campaign of brennan playing a single mother and siobhan a little reckless child until now

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didnt know how much i wanted a campaign of brennan playing a single mother and siobhan a little reckless child until now
Kinda a spiritual successor to this post.
Tula is not clever.
She looks into the bright eyes of her children. Knows the cunning bearing of her sister. Trusts the violent willpower of her mother.
Tula is not brave.
The man she loved was bright and cunning and willful, until everything beautiful in him was snuffed out. Until his heart took its final beat. Until he went somewhere that she did not follow.
Her heart does not beat.
Not could not. Did not.
Tula is not clever. She doesn't have the wild solutions and dreams of her husband, reflected in the charismatic speeches of her sister's own partner.
What Tula has are claw and fang. She is a stoat, after all. She digs into life the same way she would the throat of a rabbit, fang tearing through flesh and mouth flooding with hot iron blood. She is scared, she is tired, but a hunt is a hunt and there are children to feed. She does not let go.
Tula is not brave. She cannot carry the same righteousness of her family, eager to take down the world should it dare to bare its teeth at them. She cannot afford to. Not when her children, her sister, her mother, her nieces and nephews that have yet to even blink in the light of day or feel grass under their little paws, still walk and breath and exist in this world that seeks to do them harm.
It seems an impossible task, to protect these few remaining parts of herself that Tula calls her family. How could she possibly be brave, when it takes everything she has left to be kind?
Her mother throws her to safety.
Her mother falls to the light.
Her mother crawls her way back to their sides.
Ava's heart does not beat. She will not follow Kenji just yet.
Like mother like daughter. They've always shared a stubborn will.
trick or treat! (also i love your name, it's excellent)
thank you so much!!! have ava and her dry dry so dry sandpaper tongue
someone tell erika they’re already absolutely nailing this pitch
diversity win! the mutant 20 year old stoat director of this nuclear facility run by stoats uses they/them pronouns! (+ some other episode 6 doodles)
I finally caught up on the end of Burrow's End, and there is so much to say
But instead, what I've chosen to focus on is
Erika Ishii played the most generational trauma packed, set in her ways, refusing to learn or change grandma you could imagine. And he still managed to spend the epilogue abolishing the police.
erika I love you so muchhhh