my 4 she ra fics as siblings in a family:
does she-ra hit different: Eldest Daughter. sure ur the first born, but are you the most loved? don’t you just feel like your mother had you before she was ready? you do everything you can to be the perfect child that she needs but it never feels like enough. you know it, she knows it. she tells you ‘good job’ but she doesn’t mean it. you wish she would mean it. you’re doing your best and your best is objectively amazing. but she isn’t proud of you. not the way you want her to be
five nothing kisses... unless?: Golden Child syndrome. you were the Gifted Kid. mother was so proud of you, you were all she could talk about at first. she never talked about you as a person though. just your achievements. it still felt good in the beginning, albeit stilted and wrong. but perhaps doing so well so early on was your downfall. she wanted stars for which you could never reach. the stars keep rising. she keeps pushing them higher. your arms aren’t getting any longer. you’re running out of energy to jump, but she wants you to fly
you can leave the fursuit on: mother believed in you so much until push came to shove and she realized you were miles short of where your siblings are. you will never be as good as them, you’re far from good, according to her. she’s lost all hope in you. she never has anything nice to say to you anymore. you claim that you are well liked, that you are the talk of the town. isn’t that enough? is that not an achievement? everyone loves you but they just refuse to admit it because you are different. unsavory even. shameful. you can’t shake this feeling that she agrees. your own mother cannot look at you without this face of remorse. you never stop being confused. why would she bring a child into this world only to look at it with such disdain? rumor has it you’re an accident
why would you ever kiss me?: ‘a parent loves all their children equally.’ your siblings scoff at this. it’s like a big joke, an open secret. you are the Favorite Child. you’re not sure you want to be, though. it feels fleeting, it feels conditional. why are you the favorite? it’s not because of anything permanent. mother loves you because of the pride you bring her and nothing else. she’s getting greedier. your mother wants you to be more than just her child. she’s already started to raise her expectations. they keep growing. you fear the day you stop being able to keep up