#have angst

[omg1wanttidd1es-sb]

Do the primarch kids age? As in theyll be old but their father looks just fine?

Hoping the primarch genee of near immortality come in 😭

I'll hold your hand while i say that their kids are NOT close to immortal like they dads.

They can live more than a baseline ofc but a hundred years at most and a millennia at best.

Yeah they're not just mourning you but their kids too at some point

[armenelols]

In deference to my recent bout of shitposting, have a daily reminder that Tolkien's half-elves have no happy ending and no matter what they choose, they'll still lose part of their family forever. They'll always be split between two people, neither fully one or the other, yet forced to pick one and lose the other

[gclden-paragon]

Still Here

Self-indulgent min-fic concerning Mandy + reuniting with her parents and siblings.

"A little closer, bunch up, bunch up!" Mandy followed orders from a stout man with thinning blonde hair without question. Though, she had to wonder where was that 'cool guy' her mother had fallen hard for. He had always been a bit corny and outdated. To hear Mom tell it though, he had been a bit of a wild man in their college years.

Could be a groupie's single-target infatuation talking, but his band never quite took off as he pictured. So, Mandy could only think it might have started as star-struck turned into genuine love and affection.

They had to love each other to have stuck it out this long, through him chasing various careers, nothing quite 'fitted'; and Mom decided to go back to school later on in life. Not to mention having twin boys spoke of something to how there was still a spark.

On either side of her, dark-haired teenagers nearly shoulder to her already. They are going to get so tall...lips tempted to twitch into a smug. All of her Dad's effort to convince Mandy to play sports and waiting for sons and not a one of them wanted to so much as touch a football, kick a goal or indulge in a round of hoops.

As they posed for pictures, Mandy couldn't help but let her eye wander to one brother than the other while their parents instructed Mandy, Sig and Max to turn their heads this way or that, sigh at one of them blinking mid-take and other things parents fuss over for portraits of their kids.

Max, she noticed, had an habit of tugging at his right earlobe. Right at a healed star-burst scar, from when his first ever girlfriend talked him into getting his ears pierced by her hand.

While the story of how he got it was embarrassing and invoked an exasperated "MOM, don't tell her that!". Max seemed proud of the mark, at least he parted his shoulder length hair to the side in order to show off that ear.

Remind me to introduce you to someone, if you guys are ever in California.

Did regret not asking Robert to come with her, but felt this reunion had to be about her, her parents and brothers. Introducing Robert Robertson in the same breath as stepping back into their lives might be too much.

Had honestly been surprised how...easy it was to be welcomed home. Well, to their new home at least. Mandy had always regretted forcing them to move, not reaching out to them, but SDN and the agency they had partnered with advised a complete cut-off.

No contact. It would be easier that way, make it sound urgent and believable.

Nevertheless, those two word haunted her, despite knowing it had to be done. Knew she had made the best decision at the time. Villains were not above going after blood relatives. The nastiest sort would even take glee in rooting out secret connections and utilizing.

Abruptly leaving with only men in black and flashing official enough looking badges to explain the situation was a tad extreme, but she wanted them far away from her new identity. As divorced from Mandy's new reality as possible.

She didn't even ask information on to 'where' they were being relocated to. Now, without her amulet had asked SDN to do her one more favor, give her the file on her family.

"Last one" their dad assured, meanwhile Mandy doubted that because his wife was frowning at the screen of her own phone, so any minute now Mary-Ann would pipe up and say she'd want to 'retake' a few of her own photos.

Before the flash, Mandy's hand on Sig's shoulder was forced to drop as the teenager pulled away.

"Okay, had enough, I'm going back in. Too damn cold out here"

"Ah come on, Sigmund!"

Mandy saw the boy bristle. "No. I'm out. Photoshop me in if you want."

Before anyone could protest, the younger twin had taken the steps two at a time and closed the front door.

-

Mandy gingerly closed the garage door, as if gently putting the barrier back up was going to make a dent in the noise rattling the insulated walls.

Maddox had wanted to share a new piece he was working on, having to interject drumlines with 'This is when the guitar is gonna come in...gotta work on this rhythm, but it's gonna be great!' and various other bits of music crafting Mandy didn't know a lick about but was impressed by.

After helping Maddox record and upload his new 'set' to his phone's social media accounts, Mandy excused herself since it seemed he was raring to practice some more. He was talented, but all of that was starting to give her a headache.

However, closing the door brought her into the heart of the kitchen, three sets of eyes on her, air weighted with an abrupt halt of a conversation.

Mandy knew that look, the subtle shift of gaze from one to another, wringing hands and awkward pressing of lips that clearly weren't done talking.

Had just walked in on her parents and Sig talking, probably about her.

"Oh...kay, I probably shouldn't ask, but what's going on? What were you guys talking about?"

"Nothing, well nothing you won't be able to walk away from."

"Sig!" the scandalized tone coming from her mother. Mandy had to admit that did sting.

Unable to help herself, Mandy rested a hand on her right hip, "Well, since I'm leaving tomorrow, might be better to talk about it now. I don't know when I'll see you guys again..."

"That's just the thing" Sig didn't give her time to go into her own spiel, seemingly having enough of this homecoming.

"Don't interrupt her..." her dad began, clearly trying to turn the tone of this confrontation into a civil discussion.

"Why not? She interrupted us! I don't remember the move, but I remember how you and Mom were! Mom had to quit her job, you had to take us across the country...and for...what? So she can fly around in tights and a mask?!"

Animated hands, gestures Mandy had seen in replays of her interviews, the ones that had made her nervous enough to break the bubbly yet competent exterior.

The teenager reeled back, clearing his throat as his voice had cracked a little in his haste and anger.

"You left us" it's an accusation.

"I know" Mandy had to force herself to fix her face into a neutral expression, blink away the start of tears.

"We don't even know if you're...really her. I want proof...something" Sig continued.

"You don't remember who I was back then, Sig" Mandy said as gently as possible.

"...how could I forget? Mom and Dad would talk about you. Dad..."he looked a bit pained to say it, but probably know it was too far gone, "Nearly got into trouble with the law multiple times because he...would go off the deep end sometimes. Conspiracy theories and thinking the government had kidnapped you!"

Mandy blinked, looking to her father who hung his head briefly in shame.

"Sigmund, please don't bring that up" Mom attempted to ease him back from a verbal ledge.

"Mom wasted our savings to hire a P.I to find you" apparently there was enough dirt to be flung around.

"It wasn't a waste..."

"We only saw her again because she can't fly, punch brick walls and whatever ELSE she could do! She came to us..." at this point his gaze was on her, steel gray like their mother's.

"Because she wants us to take her back."

Mandy watched Sig's bottom lip tremble, doubt clouding his eyes, clearly unsure if he wanted to go on or slip away to his room upstairs.

"You never left. Max and I didn't know you, but Mom and Dad made sure we never forgot about you. We still talked about you. Wondered where you were, how to get you...it was...a constant state of mourning, without a body, without someone to actually miss."

Now Mandy could see a near mirror-like shine of tears forming in his eyes, jawline tightened while Sig's face held onto some softness of baby fat, it was clear he was trying so hard to be the voice of reason in a family in the throes of sentimentality.

"And? If you do...get your powers back? Aren't you going to ghost us again? Linger around like you always have?"

Mandy wished she had answer for him. Now was grateful she hadn't asked Robert to join her on this little road trip. If this is how Sig reacted to finding out his sister had been Blonde Blazer, was this reluctant to welcome her back due to the absence and having to keep so many secrets, didn't want to think how he'd react to even a portion of her current life.

[silenstvi]

"And they lived happily ever after"

"All except me of course."

"But I don't mind."

"As long as they're happy, living ever after is good enough for me"

Inspo

[the-local-pineapple]

Todays prompt was game!

'Wait... it was a game? None of it was real? It felt so real...'-any of the lifeseries members probably

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Sun: I love you, brother.

Memoryless Moon: I don’t know who you are.

Sun: *starts crying*

Memoryless Moon: Oh, that’s neat! You leak! Is that from an injury or something?

Sun: Yeah, my heart.

Memoryless Moon: I don’t think hearts are in your head, silly. I think those are in your chest. Your brain is in your head and maybe it’s an eye issue-

[dinguswingus]

If you don't know by now, one of my favorite HCs for Mic is that he can mimic voices due to the fact he can change the frequency of his voice.

Another one of my favorite concepts for Mic is him becoming a villain after UA does nothing about Oboro's passing. When he lashes out constantly, he becomes expelled. Shattering all hope he had for hero society.

-

The night Hizashi ran away from home.

The night he brought buildings down.

The night he vanished.

He comforts himself using Oboro's voice.

It's a sick, twisted coping mechanism.

[tabl3]

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