#child character

[shyjusticewarrior]

The Boy Wonder #2

Batman: Urban Legends volume 1

[bs0da]

Reference for Playtime in my universe✨

With how many posts I made on this acc, it’s just about time to introduce her :D

…. And the last puzzle to the happy family C:

[vivtanner]

Feral child causes mischief in local Barovian town 🗡️

Recently in Curse of Strahd: I mixed things up and played "a day in the life" of Jaimie. This 10-year-old visited Vallaki with her Papa and ended up causing quite a bit of trouble 😈 She did make friends along the way though (Brom, Bray & Arabelle)... and can't wait to return!

[catfur-and-greenscales]

I don't get people who hate Omega.

I have not liked many of SW child characters, but Omega I do like. Don't know if it is because of being now older myself and just accepting some of her behaviour as just something that children are doing.

Or because she really does not annoy me.

I have genuinely loved her expressions, her ways of seeing the Universe for the first time etc.

Maybe it is because her back story is very easy to be absorbed? It is very solid as all of us, star wars fans, now know the clones and Kamino and the whole entanglement related to the relations there. As well as how they did grow up there.

She has a slot in the universe where she fits in.

I know many people had issues with Ahsoka as she first arrived, because her part was not as clear. We needed a whole Clone Wars ans a part of a complete own show to get her backstory.

But then on the other hand.

Many people had issues with Anakin.

And we all KNOW who he was going to become. And still people were whining. The acting naturally was not that good, but it kind of is not fault of an actor in many cases. And it was not all that bad, but still there were a lot of people who hated young Anakin to the guts.

It makes me wonder if that actully is a sign of the general recentment towards children. It should not be mixed up with not wanting kids.

I want to stress that it is ok to not want kids. It is ok to not want to be around kids. But still.

Hating a young character should be based of them to actually be bad characters.

Writing them as a child and them being childish is just natural. If they annoy you because of their childish qualities, that is actually because you might not like kids. Right?

[twelvebooksstuff]

One of many, many cool things about the Jurassic Park Novel is the kids’ first impressions scene

I love Tim (and arguably Lex’s) first impressions of the adults when they land on the island. One of the best scenes. It’s so great how the horror of meeting strange adults at an event you didn’t really want to go to is evoked here-brought back some little-kid memories LOL. But the first impressions are brilliant. Grant and Sattler make very good impressions, with their excited and outdoorsy vibe. Nedry makes a bad first impression (as a messy slob) but Tim does take notice of how young he is, too. Ed Regis makes a bad first impression for being so extroverted and forcing the kids to meet the rest of the adults, even after Lex protests multiple times. Gennaro and Malcolm end up in a third/fourth sort of category. Tim instantly notes Gennaro’s name and how he’s very argumentative with Hammond.  How Tim sees this depends on how you interpret his relationship with his grandfather!Malcolm doesn’t shake the kids hands but nods and presumably smiles from afar. Which is kind of funny considering the borderline hyperactive way he introduces himself to the rest of the cast earlier on the plane. I think this is his way of respecting how the kids are off-put by meeting the guests. Either way, this gives Tim the impression of very weird but friendly which is spot on. And really, all of the impressions are spot on. It’s brilliant and I love it. 

[vvileentityart]

Happy halloween

[midnightconcepts]

The gamble, to be a human in the world of Monsters. ⚠️

On first impression, they resembled strangely, yellow dressed men, but they are far from human, and sole purpose to contain any trace of ‘man’. ☢️

With Ryan’s mind crisp with potential liability, it was only fair he was old enough but just as imperative to learn what he was risking by stepping foot in this world. Luckily the responsibility, protection and love Pete bears for Ryan was astronomical ! 🛡️🐊

[themummersfolly]

Nonverbal Art

alt. title: Art Nerd's Origin Story

Anyone else ever wonder why Thrawn's interest in art focuses so heavily on sussing out the backstory of the artist? Yeah.

I have no idea how pediatric therapy works in real life.

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Vurawn doesn’t need a doctor to tell him he’s different.

There’s the whole talking thing, for example. Vurawn doesn’t remember learning to talk, even though he remembers Vurika and Mom says he didn’t start talking until after that. A lot of people still think he can’t talk, apparently, because he doesn’t do it very often. He’s not sure what the point is. He understands just fine, and besides, half the time when he does talk people get mad or start acting funny.

A lot of grownups think that not talking means he doesn’t hear either; even Mom and Dad forget sometimes. He overhears them talking about him. For a long time Mom thought he was stupid. It seemed to make her happy, for some reason. He doesn’t feel stupid; but then, he’s not sure if stupid and smart are things you can feel like. Vurika was smart, and they took her away and Mom was sad. Maybe if he’s stupid, he’ll get to stay and make Mom happy.

The army man said he was smart, when he gave everybody that test-thingy at school. But then he got into a fight with Teni the next day and afterward everybody said he was stupid. At least until the teacher made them stop.

No, he doesn’t need a doctor to tell him he’s weird, but here he is anyway.

He kicks his feet back and forth under the chair while he waits and thinks about the marker set Dad said he’ll get if he’s good for the doctor. He hopes there’s lots of orange markers. Orange is his favorite color right now. At school, there are fourteen different kinds of orange marker in the marker bin; he knows because he counted. First he lined them all up in order, then he put them in groups of markers from the same set and lined those up in order. Or he tried to, before the teacher yelled at him for hogging the orange markers.

He hopes he can be good enough to get the markers. Even when he tries to be good, he always does something wrong without meaning to.

“Kivu’raw’nuru?”

That’s his name. He hops out of his seat and follows Mom into the back office.

He likes going to this doctor, honestly. She never gives him shots or gets mad when he does the thing with his hands to feel better. There are toys, and neat pictures to look at, and lots and lots of markers.

He wanders around the room, looking at the toys while Mom talks to the doctor.

“-test scores are high, but the teacher says he’s behind in his social development. He rarely talks, he never looks me in the eyes-”

Dad thinks Mom wants there to be something wrong with him, at least he said so last night. Vurawn doesn’t know why everyone wants him to look at their eyes; it makes him as uncomfortable as when he has to not fidget.

The grownups finish talking and the doctor comes over to where he is.

“Good morning, Vurawn.”

It takes him a moment, but he remembers there’s something he’s supposed to do when people greet him.

“Hi.”

The doctor asks him questions; he’s supposed to answer with his big kid words, and he does. The doctor is happy, he’s doing it right. Maybe he will get that marker set.

“Vurawn, I’d like you to draw your family for me. Will you do that now, please?”

He’s not sure why she needs him to do that, but then he’s not sure why she asked all those questions, either. He does like to color, though.

It doesn’t take him long to draw everyone who’s important to him. When he’s done, the doctor sits down next to him.

“Tell me about your picture. Who’s that?” She points at the picture that is pretty obviously Mom. One by one, she points to each figure he drew and asks about it. Mom. Dad. Himself. The neighbor’s tooka. Vurika. He doesn’t know why she wants him to talk about them; most of the time when he talks about things he likes, people act like he’s doing something wrong and he doesn't know why. But the doctor lets him talk, so he does. It feels good to talk about things he likes.

When he’s told her all about his drawing, she picks it up and takes it over to Mom. He listens to them talk, and with no one to tell him not to, dumps out the markers and begins sorting them.

“-normal cognitive development for a child his age. But I think part of the issue is he misses his sister.”

That gets Vurawn’s attention. He’s not supposed to talk about Vurika; whenever he does, Mom gets sad and all the other grownups tell him he should be happy she gets to serve the Ascendancy. The doctor keeps talking.

“You see how much detail he put into her portrait; he clearly still remembers her, and remembers her well. Even as young as he was, her removal had a profound effect on him. That might be why he’s having difficulty adjusting socially.”

She can tell all that from his drawing?

“And here- this is your neighbor’s pet. She turns up in a number of drawings he’s done for me, so she’s clearly an important figure in his life. He may benefit from a therapy animal. If you can’t have one where you live, there are programs you can sign him up for-”

Every time he talks about Flower the Tooka, people look at him like he’s crazy! But the doctor had looked at his picture and understood immediately. Is that the secret? Can he really get people to understand him by drawing pictures for them?

And if it works that way, maybe it works the other way around, too. Maybe if he looks at pictures other people draw, they’ll seem less weird. Maybe the world makes sense if you draw it.

It’s like he’s spent his whole life in a dark, scary hallway, and suddenly, someone in a room nearby turns on a light. He decides to move toward it.

“Mom, I’d like you to draw a picture for me. Will you do that for me now, please?”

He’s been good all day, not just at the doctor. When Dad comes home, he has the marker set in hand, and the first thing Vurawn does is take it over to Mom.

She looks surprised, and he’s not sure she’ll go along with it. But then she takes the markers and flimsi and starts drawing. To keep himself busy, Vurawn picks up the pieces of the gadget she was working on and starts arranging them in order. They’re all very different, and it’s hard to figure out what order they should go in. Vurawn likes puzzles like this.

He’s just figured out where the big shiny piece should go when Mom slaps a marker down hard, puts her face into her hands, and starts shaking. Vurawn jumps. At first he thinks she’s mad at him for playing with her project. Then he sees that she’s crying.

“I’m sorry, Vurawn- it’s ok. I just can’t. You’re ok.” She doesn’t look up from her hands. Vurawn stands on his chair to look across the table at what she’s drawn.

It’s a grownup kind of drawing, much more complicated than his sensible stick figures. The face that stares out from the page is that of a little girl, about his age. It’s unfinished; Mom put the marker down before she colored it in.

“I’m sorry I got upset, Vurawn, I don’t know why I did that.” Mom wipes her eyes. Vurawn is still looking at the picture.

“It’s cause you miss Vurika.”

Mom freezes. He’s not sure if that means she understands, so he tries again.

“You’re sad cause Vurika had to go away. You’re scared that I might have to go away, too. But if I’m stupid, I get to stay with you, cause stupid people don’t have to serve the Ascen’a’cy.” He frowns at the tabletop, choosing his next words. “I can be stupid for you, Mom.”

He expects her to be happy at the offer, but instead she starts crying even harder. Vurawn feels the panic start to well up in his chest. He’s done something wrong again. Mom is upset, and Dad will be mad, and he doesn’t know how to fix it because he doesn’t even know what he did wrong-

Mom leans over and scoops him up in a hug.

“You’re not stupid, you’re a brilliant, brilliant little boy. I love you so much!” Her tears are getting his shirt wet, and now they’re both crying. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re stupid! I just- I just want what’s best for you, even if you have to go away. My brilliant little boy!” She takes his face in her hands and makes him look at her. “If they chose you- I need you to remember. I love you so much, I’m so proud of you, and I don’t want you to ever look back.”

Vurawn doesn’t understand, but he nods his head because Mom needs him to. Then he leans into her shoulder and cries.

[molabuddy]

like. she's literally fine

[sugar-soda]

Friend in a Net

TW: Phyical injuries, blood

Shaun shouldn’t be here.

His dad had already told him not to go under the cliff. He gave tours of the old lighthouse that sat atop the cliff, so Shaun could play on the shore while he worked, but there was a cave underneath that his dad was worried he would get hurt in, so no cave adventures for him.

Until today. He could only wander the shore so many times before he got bored. So he packed his backpack with everything an explorer might need. Snacks, a flashlight, and Band-Aids. He even got a pocket knife from his dad’s bedside drawer.

Now he cautiously stepped into the mouth of the cave. The large opening left plenty of morning light. The smell of salt was so strong it almost caused Shaun to fall over. Stalagmites and stalactites cast shadows that stretched like fingers across the walls. During high tide, the water would flood the cave, so there was no way out, save swimming. Now, it was low tide, so all Shaun had to worry about was the slippery, wet stone.

Yip!

The sound echoed off the cave's walls, startling Shaun with its suddenness. He knew that noise.

“A dog,” he breathed. He didn’t know how a dog would get in here, but he hoped it wasn't hurt. He tip-toed deeper in the cave, getting closer to the sound.

Yip!

A fishing net was twisted around a stalagmite. A shivering mass was tangled in its train. Shaun stepped closer to get a better look.

It looked like one of the seals he saw in his books. It had all the spots of brown, gray and white, with a soft fuzz covering it. It wasn’t a seal though. There was an opening with little buttons on one side right down the middle of its belly, like a coat. At the bottom of the opening, a pair of legs were bound tightly by the sharp plastic of the net. At the top of the opening, pointy shoulders were held fast in place. The shoulders and knees would struggle to get out of the net, but without the arms free, it was useless.

“Yiiiiiip,” came a sad call from the mess of hair.

“Hello? Are you ok?” Shaun asked. The seal-coat-person flinched, having not realized he was there. They wiggled awkwardly, shifting slowly until they flopped over, further twisting the net. The head of the seal fell over the head of the person like a hood.

Shaun moved so the eyes of the seal-hood stared right at him. Hair pooled out of the chin of the hood, wet, dark, and slicker than oil. Gently, he pushed the head up along with it to see the person's face through the net and hair.

The girl underneath had a funny face. Her skin was the same gray as the coat, complete with spots, and her nose looked lost between person and animal. Her eyes had no color, just pure ebony staring back into him in terror. Whiskers poked out of her cheeks.

“Selkie,” he breathed with much more awe than when he thought she was a dog.

“Grrrr,” the seal girl growled, before attempting to bite Shaun's fingers. Sharp pointed teeth nearly caught him if the net wasn't in the way.

“Hey! Don’t bite!” Shaun jumped back. “That’s mean!” She kept growling lowly, wiggling more to try to escape the net. The growl cut off abruptly with another pained yip. Shaun's eyes trailed over the net. Its edges were sharp against her unnatural face. At her ankle, a stream of red snaked its way onto the rocks. The plastic was the tightest there, winding around until blood was cut free from the veins.

“Oh, you're bleeding,” Shaun said lamely and sympathetically. No wonder the Selkie was mean. Her ankle and the blood-slick ground kept her from standing, and her arms were trapped in her coat, which was bound in the net. She was stuck, helpless with no way of freeing herself.

Shaun took off his backpack and pulled out his knife. He opened it, careful not to cut himself. He circled around her toward the rock the net was caught on. She continued growling.

“It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m gonna cut the net and get you out.” The growling stopped at the reassurance, but her dark eyes narrowed into a glare.

The net was hard to cut through, especially with his dull blade, but eventually it snapped away from the stalagmite. The frayed plastic ends fell to the ground with a wet plop. The Selkie let out another whimper.

“Here. Let’s get this off.” Shaun started to unwrap the net, starting with her ankle. It was swollen and covered in agonizing purple bruises where it wasn’t covered in angry red blood. Her legs, and shoulders were covered in indentations turning the same purple. The velvet on the coat was uneven. There were cuts on her face, but not near as deep as her ankle. The cuts produced blood that stuck hair to her forehead and cheeks. The glare had softened into just a blank stare.

“How did you even get stuck? Where are your friends? Granny said selkies traveled in groups like real seals do. Do they know where you are? Can you get back to them?”

The Selkie didn’t answer his questions, just whined and groaned in pain as plastic was removed.

The whimpers increased as the ankle was freed from the plastic. The rest of the removal was awkward, as the Selkie rolled to shift her weight so Shaun could pull it off. By the end, he was untangling it out of her hair.

When the last of the hair knots fell, the Selkie pushed herself into a sitting position.

“Hey!” Shaun warned, squatting next to her, “Be careful! Don’t hurt yourself!”. The Selkie didn’t acknowledge him, pulling her coat back into place. Her previously unseen hands now poked out of the coat’s flippers, which were sleeves. They had the same gray as her face and her nails were sharp. She started smoothing the fur of the coat back into place, fixing the buttons, and adjusting the hood so it sat neatly on her head.

Once she was satisfied with her coat’s appearance, the Selkie and Shaun stared at each other. The stare she gave was blank, her inhuman features and expression didn’t tell him anything about how she was feeling.

“Are you hungry? I got snacks! And Band-Aids! I can put them on your ankle while you eat.” The Selkie didn’t answer, so Shaun took that as a yes. Putting up his knife and pulling out some string cheese and the bandaids, he opened the packages like his dad showed him. The Selkie took big bites out of the snack as Shaun carefully placed the Band-Aids on the cuts.

“These have Transformers on them. I’ll give you the Optimus Prime ones, cause he’s my favorite.” he said. Once all the cuts had been covered, he stood back up and smiled at her. She didn’t smile back, but he was pretty sure he saw a happy twinkle in her eye.

The Selkie stared at him for a moment longer, then looked away to reach into her coat. Digging around in what Shaun assumed was an inner pocket, she pulled out something and held it up to his face. It looked like one of his Granny’s pearls, but instead of white little beads, it was about the size of a bouncy ball and a lavender color. The Selkie made an annoyed noise and shoved it closer.

“For me?” he asked. She nodded and Shaun smiled wider. Not wanting to lose his gift, he put it in his backpack.

The Selkie placed her hands on the ground and started to push herself up to stand. Shaun moved without thinking, tucking himself into her side to support her. He was too small for her to lean against his shoulders, so he just acted as her crutch to lean on. The fuzz on the side of her coat tickled his face.

She clearly wanted out of the cave, hopping forward as quickly as Shaun and her ankle would allow her. The tide had started to come in by now, lapping at their feet as they reached the opening of the cave. The Selkie did not stop there, going further out in the water with Shaun’s help.

He wasn’t sure what she was doing, but she seemed determined to get as far into the water as possible. Eventually, the water was up to Shaun’s waist and the Selkie’s knees. She started to lower herself into the water, scaring Shaun into thinking she was slipping. As she lowered herself, her coat seemed to change.

The hood went further and further down her face. Her hair blended into the fuzz. Her hands were covered once more by the flippers. The tail folded over her feet and swollen ankle. The buttons and seam disappeared.

Shaun was no longer supporting a girl in a coat, and was now staring at a spotted seal next to him. The seal made a face that looked like a smile, the first one the Selkie had given him. He laughed and patted her cold snout. She stuck out her tongue to give his hand a lick, then swam away.

Shaun watched her swim for a while. When he couldn’t see her anymore, he turned back and started toward the lighthouse. He couldn’t wait to tell his dad about his new friend.

[crystalsamethyst]

Prompt: School

Loud sobbing and sniffling could be heard from the entranceway of Paradise Manor.

Yin Yu would've been concerned in the past, as the ghost king never cried in the centuries he'd known him. But something happened recently to make it a frequent occurrence.

He watched as Xie Lian fixed a pack onto a young girl's back with an encouraging smile, and Hua Cheng darted in for a hug right after.

It was a reasonably emotional time for any parent, as it was their child's first day of school.

[promptsausandshit]

Picture this; #482

When offered a gift the child asked if they could know how long they shall live, the fae smiled and told that they shall live as long as a rose is in bloom.

[hellaspirateship]

Chararcter Dump of

GOL D. LUCK

“GOLDILOCK”

Character Concept:

Pirate Captain of the Roger Pirates

Gol D. Roger

and his greatest treasure his daughter

Gol D. Luck

as any good pirate, it takes skill and an extreme amount of luck

Luck is the Personification of Rogers luck as a deal made with the sea devil.

[mjart12699]

I finally finished it! Here’s Muriel attempting to bond with Sawyer via fishing. I think it’s going well!

[locitapurplepink]

I love these kids 😘 part 2

Left top : Princess Sofia

Right top : Morgan Philip

Middle : Red/Catalina

Left bottom : Stephanie "Steph" Tanner

Right bottom : Princess Melody

[belzrgr]

Small Hands

Little snippets of Mihawk and his son. Thought of me regressed but you can read it as him actually adopting or raising a biological child instead

Tags: Masc Child called Boy, child, charge, little one; parent & child relationship; fluff, comfort

Running through the castle - small feet falling against the cold stone floors as the halls are filled with the sounds of quick steps and joyful laughter. He wouldn't wear socks nor shoes, no matter how often Mihawk told him to.

"Your little feet always get so cold", he would say, "If you keep running around barefoot, you will get sick."

Yet he didn't listen and Mihawk merely shook his head with a sigh when he sighted his little one running around once more. A subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

-

The young boy tugged on his sleeve with both hands, babbling halfway coherent sentences and letting go with one to point towards the kitchen. He was hungry, that much was obvious, but at the same time he could be so picky with his food.

Nose scrunched up, eyebrows pinched together and tongue sticking out in disgust, the boy pushed away the plate in front of him with his little hands. He wouldn't eat mushrooms either, it seemed. Mihawk swapped the plate for another, this one with a heap of mashed potatoes. If nothing else stroke his charge's fancy, then this would do. Thankfully he had thought ahead and planned for the possibility that the child wouldn't like this dish either. They would try something else again tomorrow.

-

It was late when the door to the library slowly opened and creaked quietly. Mihawk glanced up from the book in his hand to see a small figure coming towards him. Little hands laid on his thigh and he looked at the boy who should already have been sleeping.

"Lap?", he asked and Mihawk nodded silently.

After climbing up into his lap, his little one yawned and rested his head against his chest. Two more words escaped his mouth.

"Read please?"

The Warlord knew what his child meant. Even if the book he was currently reading wasn't one for children, it wasn't so vulgar that he wouldn't let him hear either. It didn't really matter what it was about anyhow, because he merely wanted to hear Mihawks voice and the low rumble in his chest with every word he spoke.

So he started reading aloud for him and the boy fell into a peaceful slumber.

-

Gentle shushing carried through the room from where Mihawk was cradling the child in his arms. It wasn't so important why he had started crying. Sometimes he just broke apart and Mihawk knew that with all the pain he carried around in his small body, it was no wonder when seemingly insignificant things happened to make the pot flow over.

He rocked him in his arms to soothe him and whether it be a few minutes or hours, he kept consoling the boy until his cries and hiccups died down. He helped him blow his nose and cleaned his face with a wet towel, then kissed his forehead and got him to drink a glass of water.

No matter how often his emotions bubbled over and reduced him to tears, Mihawk would be there to pick up the pieces and put him back together again.

-

Clumsy hands brushed his hat from his head and patted down his black hair. It was slicked back already but his child didn't seem to care.

With his eyes closed, Mihawk let his little one place something on his head carefully. The flower crown he had crafted was far from perfect and not his usual style, yet he would wear it to a Warlords meeting without a second thought.

The bright smile on his boy's face was enough to soften his heart just that tiny bit more which Mihawk had thought was impossible for him. When the child hugged his neck, he patted his back gently. Enemies may say that he has become softer, weaker because of the affection towards his child, but he disagreed. With someone to protect, he felt much stronger than ever before.