This moment right here is absolutely INCREDIBLE and just another reason that I love The Walking Dead. Nabila, her character, her spirit, her quiet wisdom, this beautiful queen staying true to herself and her religion after the world has fallen. This image, the representation of this woman wearing a hijab on the biggest show on television is a subtle protest in the face of the hateful, harmful, ugly untruths and rhetoric 45, and his administration have been spreading about the Muslim faith. Representation matters and we all deserve to be represented properly to inspire all who tune into the show. Art is gripping. This creativity is hope in the face of evil and faith in the face of uncertainty, which parallels our struggle for true liberation in this life. Much respect to the TWD for not playing into false fears.
(Assuming Cal & Mare got married) AU of Cal meeting their daughter's boyfriend for the very first time. Protective?
AYYYYY Let’s Gooooo!!!!!! Gather round iiiiiiiiitttttsssss STORY TIME!!!!!!!!!
“Tell me you are not going to sit on the porch the whole time and wait for this guy to come back.” Mare said with a huff as she leaned against the doorway of the townhouse we had taken up residence in after the war. I drummed my fingers on my knee, staring down the street in the direction they would come from. I had told her to be back by ten, it was ten oh five and she was not back yet. She knew better than to be late when I told her a time.
Mare’s fingers came to rest on my shoulders and digging her thumbs into my back, she went to massage out the knots there, teasing, “So protective.”
“You said he showed up on a cycle.”
“I remember another young man who took me out on a cycle too.” Mare said with a laugh as she pressed a featherlight kiss on the top of my head. “Relax, she’s seventeen years old, she can handle herself. Besides, I was invading Harbor Bay and sleeping in the same bed as you when I was her age.”
“She’s not you though.” I reply, watching that same spot at the end of the street. Mare snorted at my response and then flicking me in the back of the head, she said, “Don’t make a scene and embarrass her. I’m sure the two of them were having fun and lost track time, it happens.”
“I told her ten at the latest, she knows the rules.”
“And rules are made to be broken. Calm your jets Cal, you’ll burn the street down if you dont.” Mare continues teasing as she sank down next to me on the steps leading up to the porch. “Ye of so little faith,” she said with a smile as she nudged me with her shoulder, “Do you honeslty have no trust in our daughter what so ever?”
“It’s her first…guy. Girls do stupid things when they’re with a guy for the first time like that.”
“Yeah they do, I remember trying to get you to choose me over a kingdom.”
“That’s beside the point.”
She laughed out loud at my avoidance, and then nudging me again, she nodded to the end of the street and said, “there, she’s back, now you can relax and put the shot gun away.”
“I dont have one to put away in the first place.”
“You know what I mean.” Mare rolled her eyes as she rose from the step and smiled as the cycle came to an awkward stop in front of us. I physically grimaced as he slammed on the brakes after not letting the cycle slow down on its own. The jerk from the motion surely damaging the delicate wires and springs that worked the brakes. Did he honestly not know how to stop properly, after supposedly riding for years? According to our daughter, he was a natural rider, and she had gushed about it for almost an hour at the dinner table a week ago when she had agreed to go on the date. She’d looked at me the whole time, her eyes shining, and in the end, she’s said, “maybe you guys can talk about it. You can show him what you’re working on dad, he likes to fix things too!”
Well if this is how he treated what he worked on, I didn’t want to see how he worked on it.
Climbing off the back, our daughter pulled the helmet off and shook out her dark brown hair. She glanced up at us, only to grimace for a second before giving her mother and me a half hearted wave. On the front of the cycle, the boy pulled his own helmet off and ran his fingers through his ashy blond hair. He was tall, from what I could see, and lanky. I had yet to meet him too, mostly because I had come home after our daughter had left. Conveniently, Mare had teased when I’d gotten home and had asked where our daughter was.
The boy smiled up at our daughter and said something, and only got what looked like a nasty comment about us in response. He laughed at whatever she had to say and then got off the cycle. I rose from me seat on the steps then, and he blinked for a moment, surprised, before he followed her up to the steps. He only came up to my chin, from what I could tell, which was more than tall enough. He looked like he didn’t even weight a hundred pounds soaking wet though. I was surprised he hadn’t been lifted off the cycle by the wind.
Glancing at the two of us, our daughter narrowed her eyes and then said to me, “Be nice dad, Colton didn’t do anything.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” I replied coolly as I nodded up to the front door, “You’re back late too young lady, I said ten.”
Rolling her eyes at my tone, she passed between us and said, “It’s ten ten, I’m not that late.” With that, she gave Colton a smile and then pushed her hair behind her ear before giving him a shy goodbye. He gave her a crooked grin in response that made my stomach turn and my blood boil. As if he sensed the rising heat, he dropped the smile.
Mare sighed at the spectacle. Then, walking up the steps, she linked arms with our daughter before leading her into the house, already chatting away with her, determined to get every detail of the date. From the sound of it, it had been quite fun, and something our daughter seemed more than comfortable talking about.
“I’m sorry I brought her back so late…sir. I have trouble with my cycle.” Colton said softly, while his fingers fidgeted at his side. Leaning against the railing of the steps, I raised my brow and replied, “Oh?”
“Yes sir, but it’s fine, she’s fine, your daughter that is…no major problems, sir.” He floundered for a moment before glancing over his shoulder at his cycle like he could make it grow wings to get him out of here even faster. He drummed his fingers on his helmet in the silence that followed his comment and with a weak voice he spoke again, “You have a very beautiful daughter, sir. She told me all about you and her mother.”
“Then I’m sure she told you exactly what her mother and I are capable of?”
He swallowed visibly, and then seemed to try and shrink in size. “She didn’t have to sir, I-I knew from the moment I picked her up.”
“Good, and I suggest you keep in mind exactly what her mother and I are capable of when you decide it will be fun to break our daughter’s heart.”
He blinked stupidly for a moment and then nodding eagerly he replied, “Yes sir, I won’t forget sir.” He took a few steps back before turning and hurrying to his cycle. He struggled to start it for a solid minute. The engine stalled every time he tried to kick start it. Sighing, I pushed off the railing and said over my shoulder, “Release the clutch.”
I heard the engine roar to life, and glancing up at me, he gave me a tiny nod before speeding off, practically swerving with the speed. When I turned around fully, I was met with my daughter’s glower. She stood in the doorway to the house, her arms crossed, and her lips drawn into a tight line.
“I swear, if he doesn’t call me back dad, I’m blaming you.”
“I hope he doesn’t call back.”
“Why would you say that, I LIKE HIM!”
“No daughter of mine is going to date a boy who doesn’t know how to start the cycle he built and has supposedly been riding for years.”
Inside, I could hear Mare howling with laughter.
AWWWWWWW, some cute fluff. I like to think that if they were to get married, eventually Mare and Cal would be able to joke about everything that happened. Also, if you maybe missed the joke because I didn’t clarify it, Colton had almost no idea how to ride a cycle. The joke being that he did it to try and impress their daughter (who I dont want to name cause ugh names are hard), and absolutely did not count on the fact that Cal would know how to ride one. XD Anyway, terrible dad meeting boyfriend for the first time jokes aside, i found this one super fun. Keep the prompts coming!!!!! (((:
Bit of a full body study of a concept of Bog’s father - we’re playing with the name Senegal at the moment.
Our current headcanon is that Bog’s father isn’t a goblin (or at least a goblin like seen in the movie) but is instead a member of a race of druids or tree dwellers? They vary in appearance much like goblins do, but have a lot of features from trees and insects (and generally have armor that camouflages them in their ‘home tree’ - for example Bog’s grandmother has an extremely pale exoskeleton because she’s based off of Aspen trees.) They also tend to wander about quite a bit, which sort of explains how Senegal gets to the Dark Forest and decides to hang for a bit.
Dwellers are gangly and thin like Bog, though generally have much longer limbs and stronger hands and feet for actually gripping the tree bark. They’re well known for their perfect camo, and honestly Senegal’s initial introduction to Griselda is when she notices him hanging from a tree just staring at the smol goblin whom everybody seems to be terrified of. He doesn’t mean to be hiding from her, as from his point of view he’s out in the open and very conspicuous, but from her perspective here’s this freaky twig man just watching her like some sort of bird of prey.