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Prompt 276: Are you an only child? Write about your siblings or lack thereof.
Sure... when I'm able to control my feelings of all-consuming RAGE at my SUPPOSED CLOSE FRIEND AND OLDER BROTHER who felt the need to break into my journal and completely humiliate me while I was away at a PARTY...
My son is an only child. He has been known to pester me for a sibling (which he will get when the universe expires of heat death and not only Hell but Heaven and all the realms in between have frozen over to absolute zero Kelvin...) He has no idea how lucky he is.
I have literally hundreds of siblings. I wasn't born, as mortals are born, or for that matter as my son was born for that matter. Like the vast majority of the Q, I was created, almost fully formed, by the entire Continuum. My "parents" are every single Q who is older than me, and my siblings are every single Q who was formed by the whole Continuum, and yes, there's significant overlap in those groups, as I was one of the last Q made before the Continuum decided that there were enough of us. This also means that every Q I have taken as a lover has either been a "parent", a "sibling", or an adopted sibling if they were mortals who were granted our power and brought into the Continuum. By human standards I suppose the relationships would seem incestuous, but humanity should know that the gods have always done things differently in that regard. (Although, that being said, there are exactly two Q in the Continuum that I will never, ever, ever take as lovers, so far, and they happen to be the only two children that individual Q have ever had... one of whom is mine. So I suppose we have *some* taboos in the matter.)
As you might imagine with such a large family, we do not all get along. In fact, I've historically been something of a black sheep of the family, oftentimes ignored, marginalized, sometimes even exiled, once almost sentenced to death. (Actually I *was* sentenced to death, but the sentence was rescinded before I got around to dying.) But, well... those of you with siblings will understand, I'm sure. What am I supposed to do? They're family. The people that I've known almost my entire life, who've known *me* equally as long... you really don't have a choice, you've gotta love them or hate them, and since killing them isn't an option and neither is permanently leaving home and hating the people you have to see on a regular basis is just exhausting... I suppose I have to love them. For moderate values of love, anyway.
This, of course, will not prevent me from KICKING Q'S METAPHORICAL TUCHIS ALL AROUND THE UNIVERSE as soon as I figure out where he's hiding this time...
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
theatrical_muse today.Prompt 276: Are you an only child? Write about your siblings or lack thereof.
Sure... when I'm able to control my feelings of all-consuming RAGE at my SUPPOSED CLOSE FRIEND AND OLDER BROTHER who felt the need to break into my journal and completely humiliate me while I was away at a PARTY...
My son is an only child. He has been known to pester me for a sibling (which he will get when the universe expires of heat death and not only Hell but Heaven and all the realms in between have frozen over to absolute zero Kelvin...) He has no idea how lucky he is.
I have literally hundreds of siblings. I wasn't born, as mortals are born, or for that matter as my son was born for that matter. Like the vast majority of the Q, I was created, almost fully formed, by the entire Continuum. My "parents" are every single Q who is older than me, and my siblings are every single Q who was formed by the whole Continuum, and yes, there's significant overlap in those groups, as I was one of the last Q made before the Continuum decided that there were enough of us. This also means that every Q I have taken as a lover has either been a "parent", a "sibling", or an adopted sibling if they were mortals who were granted our power and brought into the Continuum. By human standards I suppose the relationships would seem incestuous, but humanity should know that the gods have always done things differently in that regard. (Although, that being said, there are exactly two Q in the Continuum that I will never, ever, ever take as lovers, so far, and they happen to be the only two children that individual Q have ever had... one of whom is mine. So I suppose we have *some* taboos in the matter.)
As you might imagine with such a large family, we do not all get along. In fact, I've historically been something of a black sheep of the family, oftentimes ignored, marginalized, sometimes even exiled, once almost sentenced to death. (Actually I *was* sentenced to death, but the sentence was rescinded before I got around to dying.) But, well... those of you with siblings will understand, I'm sure. What am I supposed to do? They're family. The people that I've known almost my entire life, who've known *me* equally as long... you really don't have a choice, you've gotta love them or hate them, and since killing them isn't an option and neither is permanently leaving home and hating the people you have to see on a regular basis is just exhausting... I suppose I have to love them. For moderate values of love, anyway.
This, of course, will not prevent me from KICKING Q'S METAPHORICAL TUCHIS ALL AROUND THE UNIVERSE as soon as I figure out where he's hiding this time...
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
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Date: 2009-04-23 02:25 pm (UTC)*He* needs to be running away, but I don't care about any of the rest of you.