I couldn’t help but think about how “final boss” this fight was, and how much it reminded me of Dark Souls, so I made this as a result. I mean seriously, the guy went into a kick ass phase two as a magical knight with flaming magic hair during the fight, this is prime end-game boss material right here.
NOTES/WARNINGS: I’ve been working on this for a while but couldn’t for the life of me think of a title. There’ll be daddy kink at some point. Inspired by the sugar bowl lifestyle but not particularly accurate.
Cassie rubbed her head as the cries of hyperactive children filled the air. She’d forgotten how loud they could be, much more used to the thumping music and drunken yells of hedonistic college kids. At least Cassie could avoid the later.
As Cassie painted butterfly wings on the face of the little girl in front of her, she wondered if this was what she really preferred. It had been six months since she’d dropped out of art school. She hadn’t been happy. In fact she’d been stressed constantly by grades, and irritated a lot of the time by a few of the other students. There was a constant push and shove between being responsible and being immature.
The thing is Synthetics aren’t allowed to play carnival games, that’s cheating. Ripley has no fucking idea what she’s even going to DO with the bear, but the fact that he feigned human well enough to win it for her still makes her dizzy with joy.
Sarek and Amanda are the bees’ knees. I’ll confess – they
might be my favorite pairing ever. Part of what I find so appealing about them
is how different they are and how difficult their marriage must have been, but
they managed to find a way to love each other and endure. The other part of
what’s so great is that there’s so little in canon, and it gives way to a lot
of imagination. They’ve been central to a number of novels and fan fictions
over the years, but almost everything we do know about their relationship comes from the TOS episode “Journey to Babel” and the
films Star Trek III: The Search for Spock
and Star Trek V: The Final Frontier.
People dispute the canonicity of the animated series, but there were snippets
of their lives revealed in the episode “Yesteryear,” and we were given glimpses
in the 2009 rebooted Star Trek. But
They really are cute, aren’t they?
We know a lot more about Sarek than we do about Amanda, and
there are a couple of things in canon that many fans of this pairing really
seem to despise. First, Sarek obviously had a female companion before he met
Amanda because Spock wasn’t his first son: Sybok was. Secondly, after Amanda’s
death, he eventually remarried a human woman named Perrin, whose most egregious
crime was that she married our beloved Vulcan widower.
Why are people so married to the idea that Sarek and Amanda
are soul mates like ole’ Dan and Ann from Where
the Red Fern Grows? Or hopelessly devoted to each other like Romeo and
Juliet, such that Sarek should want to kill himself following Amanda’s death? Most
people who have experienced a romantic relationship have done so
with more than one person, so why do we hold Sarek to this impossible standard?
I’ll start with Sybok’s mother. She’s never formally named
in canon; she’s only identified as a Vulcan princess who died. The end. There’s
no explanation of whether or not she was actually married to Sarek, how old she
and Sarek were when they hatched Sybok, how old Sybok was when she died, or
virtually anything. There’s a lot of
weird fanon speculation about her, and almost all of it vilifies her in some
way, because you know, she dared to have a relationship with Sarek well before
he even met Amanda (and possibly before Amanda was ever even born).
Artist’s rendering of Sybok’s mom.
The TOS novel Sarek identifies her as T’Rea, a woman
who married Sarek, had sex with him exactly
one time, gave birth to Sybok, kept him hidden from Sarek, had their marriage
annulled, and went on to teach Sybok that emotions were actually good things. Other
variations on this theme include 1.) she left Sarek for another man, 2.) Sybok isn’t
actually his biological son, 3.) they were never really married, or 4.) pretty much anything you can contrive that
would put romantic distance between them. If there’s a theory that includes Sybok’s conception via turkey baster, I wouldn’t be shocked.
There really is the possibility they were never married. In
the TNG episode “Sarek,” Sarek
strongly implies Amanda was his first wife, and if that really is the case,
then perhaps he never was married to Sybok’s mother. I’m not sure if some people
are aware, but it is possible to swap gametes outside of marriage. Or
perhaps other fanon theories hold true and their marriage was annulled or Sybok
is actually Sarek’s adopted son, reminiscent of Julius Caesar and Augustus
But whatever the case, Sybok’s existence strongly points to the fact
that Sarek probably spent some time between the sheets with a woman other than
Amanda, and given what we know about Vulcans, why is this thought so
repugnant? The TOS episode “Amok Time” establishes that many Vulcan children
are bonded at age seven, so it’s very likely Sarek was also. Furthermore,
according to canon, Sarek was in his 60s when he met Amanda, so unless he
didn’t experience his first pon farr until middle adulthood – which I imagine
would be roughly analogous to getting one’s first period at age 32 – he
probably had to find some way to cope with this drawback of Vulcan biology.
Now, barring any kind of Big
Love scenario, Sarek was once again a bachelor by the time he met Amanda. I
could write about this pairing for days, but because their relationship has
been so heavily analyzed, I’ll keep it short.
Sarek clearly cared for Amanda and Amanda definitely loved
him back, but I imagine they had more than a few bumps throughout their
marriage. I should probably save my feelings about the bizarre way Sarek is
romanticized for another post, so I’ll just point out something about their
relationship that I feel is painfully obvious – Vulcans live much longer than
humans, so Sarek, being the logical dude he is, must have understood Amanda was
going to kick the bucket long before he did. Yet he married her anyway. And
then she died. It sucks, but hey, biology can be cruel.
And then Perrin comes into play. We first meet Perrin in the
TNG episode “Sarek” and she reappears
in the TNG episodes “Unification
I/II.” The amount of hate she gets among Sarek/Amanda shippers is truly epic.
One would think she seduced Sarek in the grand style of a succubus, had Amanda
murdered, and then forced Sarek to dance on her grave.
So she’s probably not guilty of home wrecking, but she’s definitely guilty of having a questionable choice in headbands.
And that is so
weird. I don’t know why Sarek took another human wife, but he did. My instincts tell me she
probably reminded him of Amanda in some way, and I’m sure after an appropriate
period of mourning, he decided to get on with his life. Some people move on
after the death of a spouse, some people don’t. We’re allowed to handle loss in
any way we find appropriate, but remember, Sarek had pon farr to deal with.
Perhaps his reason for taking another wife had a basis in practicality too.
The hate for Perrin is even more bizarre when one realizes
that – again, excepting some kind of witchcraft seduction – Sarek agreed to marry her. To hate Perrin for
marrying Sarek, one must also hate Sarek for marrying Perrin. I don’t think
finding love after Amanda’s death meant he loved Amanda any less, but that he
had room in his heart to love even more, and given the nature of the Vulcan
heart, I think that’s really intriguing.
And here’s the kicker: Perrin clearly loved Sarek. He died
in the TNG episode “Unification I,” and Perrin was with him until the bitter
end. At that point, he was suffering from Bendii Syndrome and hadn’t managed to
reconcile with his son prior to his death. It’s really very sad, but it would
have been sadder still for him to have died alone.
Love can be sad and painful. How does that amulet not cause back problems?
Maybe Sarek wasn’t looking to replace Amanda as the one
true love of his life; maybe he was looking for a companion. Whatever Perrin
was to him, she was there for him through the Bendii Syndrome, so there’s that.
Bottom line is, we love in all different kinds of ways. Love
can last as long as lust and fade into nothing or it can metamorphose into
passion or companionship. Lovers can become friends and friends can become
lovers – there is no universal or right way to love.
Maybe I say this because I don’t subscribe to the concept of
soul mates. The idea of soul mates implies that we’re static beings, who exist
largely to make up one half of a greater whole. But people change – at 31, I
love much differently than I loved at 14 – and our purpose extends far beyond the people we love
romantically. To suggest otherwise implies that a person who dies before
experiencing romantic love never realized their full potential and completely
cheated someone else out of the chance at true, unadulterated bliss.
No. I don’t think so. The human heart has the capacity to be
a hell of a lot more resilient than that, so why shouldn’t the same be true of
the Vulcan heart?
Cover illustration for Taproot Magazine, MYTH, issue 17. So excited to share that I’m Taproot’s 2016 cover artist, and this is the first of four covers I’ll be illustrating for them. For MYTH, I focused on folklore like the tortoise and the hare, mythology like the golden apple and pan flute, and imagery of magic and luck, like the wishbone and mugwort.
soooo I wrote a fluffy thing using one of my favorite words, ‘besitos’, which is Spanish for ‘little kisses’. It’s so innocent and pure and I use it on a daily basis. this also goes out to @lucyrne, who wanted me to name jealous!soul: the trilogy ‘if you love me let me besitos’ ;]
summary: Maka’s not the type to take orders, especially when she’s feverish and feeling mischievous. Unless Soul sits on her.
Maka’s fever colors her cheeks a darling shade
of pink, puts her out of commission, and makes it impossible for Soul to keep
his undying crush under the radar.
He’s devastatingly weak for the pig-tail wearing
girl who collects brochures of all the museums they’ve visited and laces her
fingers between his when anxiety consumes his mind. Comfort is when she climbs
into his bed after gently poking him awake to ask for permission first.
Spartoi’s month-long vacation touring South America has flared up a bad case of
homesickness, but with Maka’s arm swathed over his side as he dozes off at
night, warm breath on his neck, it’s not too different from being in
The second day they’re in Argentina, however,
the tables turn and he’s the one taking on the role of caregiver.
“I’m dying,” she sniffles in a nasally rasp, arm
outstretched toward the tissue box. “There’s no hope for me.”
He scoots it closer to her. “You have a cold,
Maka. You’re gonna be okay.”
She’s inconsolable. “Call the priest! Death is
waiting for me.”