its hc time again. adding onto the popular hc of akito being talented at art and ena being talented at singing, i imagine the type of sibling they wanted was reversed, too.
ena always wanted an older sister, someone who was mature, responsible, and caring; someone who would offer her advice, guidance, and a shoulder to lean on when she was struggling or needed help.
instead, she was the older sister. and yet, she was nothing like the type of sibling she wanted or wanted to be. she was harsh and irritable, childish and prone to throwing tantrums. she couldn't even solve her own issues, let alone help her little brother with anything.
akito always wanted a younger brother, someone who was upbeat, admiring, and supportive; someone who would look up to him and be inspired by him; someone who would think of him as a role model to aspire to be.
instead, he was the younger brother. and yet, he was nothing like the type of sibling he wanted or wanted to be. he was rude and cynical, critical and averse to praising others directly. he didn't even have it in him to love himself, let alone show his sister he admired her.
they were stuck with each other, stuck with the kind of sibling that the other wanted but couldnt have. they were stuck with themselves, stuck with the image of what kind of person they could have been, what they should have been.
but in the end, it really wasnt so bad. though ena had a quick temper and easily lashed out, she was also observant and attentive, always stubbornly making sure that her brother was alright and looking after him. though akito was blunt and had a tough, aggressive exterior, he was also thoughtful and patient, always accompanying his sister when she needed it and tried to show his appreciation of her.
sometimes, ena and akito still think of how the person they never ended up being, how they never truly embodied the kind and supportive individual they so desperately wanted in their life. but then, they're reminded that that was only what they wanted, not what their sibling wanted. they're reminded of how much they love their sibling, and how much their sibling loves them. and if their sibling can love still love them despite all their flaws and imperfections, that maybe, just maybe, it would be alright for them to love themselves like that, too.
One way to survive in a ruined world.
+original drafts under the cut
what’s it called when you’re so disconnected from reality that cold water doesn’t feel like anything and you can barely taste food anymore
What types of gamers are they?
Jason: *fills his inventory with weapons*
Steph: *fills her inventory with food*
Barbara: *spends hours building her home base*
Cass: *wanders into the woods with nothing*
Tim: *befriends NPCs and fights monsters*
Damian: *befriends monsters and fights NPCs*
Harper: *equips the worst looking armor with maximum HP*
Dick: *equips the best looking armor with no HP*
Cullen: *fights a Level 2 boss with a Level 80 character*
Duke: *fights a Level 80 boss with a Level 2 character*
Bruce: *buys all the DLCs to max out his character*
Selina: *robs Bruce and makes him start over*
Alfred: *unplugs the TV and tells them to go outside*
They heard someone talking shit about Bruce
I haven’t been on tumblr for quite as long as a lot of people but over several years I’ve noticed this interesting gradual sorta,, shift in the general culture? that it went from this mostly depressed, nihilistic outlook where people would regularly joke about hating themselves and being hopeless and depressed, to a wave of vehemence of “STOP hating everything actually the world is Good and you deserve love!!!” type posts, to now, where those aggressive ‘PSAs’ have faded away and instead I regularly see people romanticizing simple things like stars and hot tea and rainy mornings, and waxing poetic about their friends, and just trying to put love out there. and I don’t know exactly what that means (someone who knows more than me could probably say something smart about generational expression and trauma or popular perception of mental health and whatnot), but I do know that it makes my heart very full to see people learn to love the world and themselves by extension, and a whole userbase adopting healthier coping mechanisms, and therefore teaching the younger users to do so as well. I might just be following different people, but I really do think we’ve grown. everyone has grown. five years ago it wasn’t unusual for the next post on my dash to be a scathing commentary on why nothing matters or an anon ripping into someone they barely knew or someone complaining about how pathetic their interests are. now I have mutuals who get excited and spam reblog art of cows and friends I see tagging each other in pictures of frogs and strangers writing paragraphs about how much I matter. it makes me happy. idk. just an observation I wanted to make. I think people are good and everyone’s just trying their best at the end of the day
lets go no contact with mama