#i wanna animate one day again kiddos

[bellatorlupinus]

Sketching my sketchy lil guy

Hes got spunk hes got sand

[s2pdoktopus]

The strict Shijie

[princessbrunette]

can’t stop thinking about babydaddy!rafe taking toddler!daughter out for the day because you have plans — and he’s not really sure what the best way to entertain a toddler is, so he takes her to the drive-through zoo.

she seems happy enough in her car seat in the back, the buzz-cut kook checking her through the mirror every so often until they arrive there. “alright, y’ready to see some animals? huh?” he coo’s, craning round to look at her as she squeals and bangs her chubby fists in excitement. “yeaaah. you look excited. looove animals, just like mommy — don’t you?” he pulls into the ticket booth, scanning the code on his phone before they let him in, rafe’s large expensive car crawling slowly up the cobblestone.

it’s hard to know if she’s enjoying the sights at first, blinking her big round eyes at the sights that pass her. until of course, she’s confronted with her favourite animal. the animal she was most excited about when daddy told her they were going to the zoo.

“camel!” she yells, and rafe lets the car sit still, the two gazing out their assigned windows at the dusty animal boredly inspecting some grass. “camel from the book, daddy!” she babbles in baby talk, and though he’s got no clue why she’d be so excited over a camel of all animals, or what ‘book’ she’s babbling about — he entertains it anyway.

“thats right, peanut.” he croons, turning in his seat once again to look her way, sunglasses rattling against his chest where they hang from his polo. the camel comes a little closer to the car, and despite your strict instruction — rafe unwinds his daughters window just a tad. “look at thaaat, huh?”

“camel! camel!” she clasps her hands together — the spitting image of you and rafe smiles, all warm and genuine. it was a real shame you couldn’t come today. the camel looks right through the window at his little girl before spitting in disinterest on the ground and continuing to trot away. rafe kisses his teeth.

“yeah walk away from my little girl, rude ass bitch.” he lets slip. it’s quiet, but he knows he shouldn’t say it anyway. luckily for his little girl, she didn’t seem to mind or notice the camels disinterest, happily humming to herself as rafe continues to slowly drive the car along the cobble once more. there’s a couple of seconds of silence — and just as rafe is about to fill it, asking if she’d wanna see the monkeys next, your daughter speaks up.

loud and unabashed, she grins. “bitch!”

rafe blinks, head whipping round to glance at her. “oh sh— uh, nah. honey we don’t uh, we don’t say those things alright? s’a bad word. your mommy will kill me if she hears y—”

“bitch! bitch bitch bitch!” she giggles, clapping her hands together. rafe presses his lips together at his only mistake.

“hey, language kiddo.”

the rest of the day is spent filled with distractions for his little girl. ensuring she forgets all about that naughty word by buying her whatever useless stuffed animal from the drive in zoo, whatever chicken nuggets from the restaurant that she’ll barely nibble on, repeating whatever silly joke that makes her cackle. he’s convinced it works, and soon — even rafe forgets all about the incident.

she’s practically asleep by the time rafe’s handing her back to you at the end of their day.

“was everything okay? did you take pictures?” you smile, looking tired from whatever chaotic day you’d had but still beautiful nonetheless. rafe blinks himself out of a stare quickly, going to answer.

“no yeah, loads uh… i’ll send ‘em through when i get home.” he nods, wiping his hands on his pockets watching the toddler stir, now back in her mothers arms. she gives you a tight cuddle before sleepily craning round to look at rafe, hair all messy and one eye still stuck shut.

“say bye to daddy.” you coo quietly, bouncing her a few times. she’s seemingly too tired, instead offering a tiny fist to wave at him in parting. he smiles, eyes flickering away from you to catch her hand and press a kiss to it before backing up— taking in the perfect family that was just out of his reach before turning back around to walk back to his car, fishing for his keys in his pocket.

then, comes your daughters voice. raspy and sleepy — yet clear and unmistakeable.

“bye bitch!”

rafe slowly spins on his heel, just in time to watch your face turn from confusion, to horror, to pissed off. at him.

[tinylilacbun]

Littlesister!reader who keeps begging jj to get her a bunny!! But his brother always says no to her until one day him and john b offers to reader a stuffed plushie bunny and she treats it like a real bunny :(( omg

Another Version Of A Pet

Pairing: brother!jj maybank x toddler!sister!reader

Warnings: just fluff

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"Pweaseeee!" You were pulling on JJ's shirt, giving him your best puppy eyes.

You have been asking and begging him to get you a pet bunny for days now, promising to always behave and take care of it yourself but JJ of course knows better than that from experience.

"You remember bubbles the fish?" He asks and you tilt your head confused.

"You mean the one you said swam away?" You furrow your brows and JJ mentally curses at him himself for bringing it up.

"Yeah...right. Nevermind. Kiddo, listen, you're too young to take such responsibility. A bunny is a lot of work." He tries to reason with you, hell he just manages to take care of you and doesn't have the heart to tell you another lie should another animal...die from neglect.

"M'gonna take care of it! I promise!" You whine.

He sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. "I'm sorry. But it's not up for discussion."

You frown sadly, detangling your hands from his shirt. "Otay...m'gonna go play outside." You mumble, your head hanging low as you walk outside, not acknowledging John b who just came back after running some errands.

"Hey, Maybank junior. You wanna- oh okay." He cuts himself off as you just walk past him and towards the hammock.

He turns to JJ with a raise of his eyebrow. "What's up with her?"

They both look in your direction, seeing you swaying in the hammock, watching you throw your small teddy in the air and catching it again. They look back at each other, smirking when the get the same idea.

"The same thing that's been goin' on for days. She wants a pet bunny and won't stop asking." He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You remember her fish?"

John B hisses, remembering the day they had to flush him down the toilet.

A few days later, after JJ mowed a lot of lawns or fixed cars he finally had enough money for a bunny plushie. He couldn't stand to see you so upset so he hopes that at least the plushie will make you a bit happier.

He got out of the store, plastic bag in hand as he jumps into the Twinkie with John B behind the wheel. "And?"

JJ pulls out the white stuffed bunny with a smile. "I just hope she likes it..." He mumbles and John B pats his shoulder.

"I have a good feeling, bro."

You are sitting in the living room of the Chateau watching a movie with Kie and Pope. They were asked by JJ to look out for you until he comes back from the 'doctor' as he told you.

As the screen door opens you just gave the boys a quick glance before focusing back on the tv. JJ moves to stand directly in front of it, holding the bag behind his back.

"I have a surprise for you, squirt." He grins and now you were paying attention to him, sitting up.

"Me?" You point at yourself. "What is it?"

He just tosses the bag onto your lap, watching in anticipation as you look into it. His smile widens when you gasp, quickly pulling out the bunny and holding it out to admire it.

"Is a bunny!" You squeal and all the pogues smile at your excitement. You jump off the couch and run over to hug JJ's legs tightly, the bunny clutched in your hand. "Fank you..."

Throughout the next week JJ notices how you treat your stuffed animal like an actual bunny, taking it with you everywhere, feeding it, letting it 'hop' around outside, and instead of a crate it would sleep on a pillow beside the bed you're both sharing at the Chateau.

"Not for that, kiddo." He rubs your back, glad that you're beyond happy and grateful for the gift he worked his ass off for. He would do anything for you.

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[thriftedtchotchkes]

living in a state of dreaming

summary: it’s been a year since you, joel, and ellie returned to jackson, and you’re finally starting to feel a sense of security. but when the sun goes down and joel closes his eyes, the horrors beyond the walls still hunt him, out to take back the family he’s worked so hard to protect.

pairing: joel miller x reader

warnings: hurt/comfort (mostly comfort), nightmares, sleepwalker!joel, language, minor injury, mention of panic attacks, ellie struggles, post-season one

word count: 1.5k

a/n: inspired by my own sleepwalking adventures :') i've loved tlou since the first game came out, but the hbo show really made me wanna start writing again, so this is my first fic here! thoughts and feedback are super welcome and appreciated! 💕

“You still mumble in your sleep,” she says, worry lines marring her face as Joel shoots up and off the couch. His eyes are much too alert for someone who was dead asleep moments before. 

You meet Ellie’s gaze from across the room, her concern mirrored in your own. Joel had always suffered from nightmares, for as long as you’d known him, but it was so much worse now. Of course, Ellie notices. She may have moved into her own space out back, but she still watches Joel like a hawk, a side-effect of traveling together, of looking out for each other for as long as they had.

You can’t even begin to pinpoint the cause. Sure, he hadn’t loosened up much since your little group arrived in Jackson—he was still Joel, after all—but it had been a year. Ellie was safe, you were safe, and the delusion that nothing could ever harm you again was almost believable. 

But still, there he was every night, tossing and turning, mumbling evolving into screaming as he reached out for you in the dark. 

You do what you can, but your presence alone isn’t enough. You hold him in your arms, the warmth of his back against your chest a reminder that he's still here with you. "Joeljoeljoel," you murmur into his hair. He smells like suede and wood oil, and you squeeze him a little tighter. "I'm here, see? Go back to sleep, we're safe. Nothing here but you and me." 

He’s still trembling, but you can feel his heart rate calming. Just a brief respite until the monsters come for him again.

For a while, Joel tried not sleeping at all. He occupied his nights woodworking, your home slowly filling up with small statues of animals and cowboys, neatly sanded and coated in a fresh stain. He’d let the bite of guitar strings on his calloused fingertips distract him from the burning behind his eyes, the headache blooming in his temples. 

This isn’t sustainable and you both know it. But he’ll keep going, excuses falling from his lips that you and Ellie pretend to believe.

There’s not enough time in the day, he’d say. How do you expect me to finish fixin’ Ellie’s guitar, I made her a promise.

Ellie smiles for him, treads lightly as if she’s dealing with a child, and you think it’s probably a habit she picked up from the little time she had with Tess. It’s okay, Joel, there’s plenty of time for you to teach me. We’ve got forever, and she means it.

Ellie catches you before your shift one morning, her small hand circling your wrist. 

“We should probably talk about Joel,” she lets go and wraps her arms around herself like she always does when she’s upset. You let out a sigh and it feels like you’ve been holding it in for days. She shouldn’t have to worry about things like this. Joel would be furious with himself if he knew.

“Something’s freaking him out. I dunno, maybe you should ask him about it?” She sounds frantic now. “I mean, what if he starts getting those panic-things again and can’t breathe, or he has a fuckin’ heart attack and dies?” You do your best to reassure her.

“Kiddo, I promise he’s not going to die,” your thumb smooths the wrinkle in her brow. “I think he’s just been through a lot. We all have.” Ellie doesn’t look like she believes you; she wants a better answer than that.

“...Do you still get nightmares?”

Your mouth tips down and you glance away. The front door is open and the chill of the air makes you shiver. 

“Yeah, I do. But when I wake up, I know they can’t hurt me anymore,” you reply. She must still have them too, after the horrors she’s seen and lived. So much and yet so little time has passed, but Ellie’s scars are healing. 

The friends she’s made here make her smile and she laughs more. Her cheeks are fuller and her eyes are less clouded. But scars never fade completely.

She nods stiffly.

“I’ll talk to him, see if something happened.” You hug her and she thaws just a little. Ellie hasn’t really warmed up to physical affection, and you won’t push it. But sometimes she welcomes it when she needs the comfort.

“It wasn’t like this out there, I-...I don’t know,” you continue. “I don’t know what changed, but we’ll figure it out.”

You don’t, and it escalates.

Sunday is the first day Joel sleepwalks. He wakes up halfway out of bed, his foot catching on the sharp, wooden bed frame—the one he built himself, close to the ground just like you wanted—and he can feel the skin of his ankle twisting and tearing. 

He catches himself before he can crash to the ground and you’re on him in an instant. “Christ, Joel, are you okay?” 

“S’nothin’,” he grumbles, bleary-eyed and dazed. You move to check the damage to his foot and he swats your hands away, which doesn’t surprise you at all, but hurts nonetheless. 

The few times he let you patch him up were less a choice than a necessity, to say the least. A memory of Ellie with a syringe of penicillin, and you with a roll of duct tape and the cleanest rag you could find comes to mind, and so you let him go. “I got it, jus’ go back to sleep. Sorry for wakin’ you.” 

The door to the bathroom closes and you follow behind, resting your head softly on the door. It’ll get better soon, you tell yourself. It’s getting colder, winter’s on its way, and Joel’s just stressed about sorting out patrol duties; infected are more unpredictable this time of year. Once Tommy and his crew are back from the dam, it’ll be better.  

On Wednesday, his eyes are vacant as he grabs for the doorknob leading out of your bedroom, but it's gone, stolen away in the dark. He pounds his fists against the wood, desperately fitting his fingers in the gap between the door and the frame in a futile attempt to pry it open. 

You don’t fully comprehend what’s happening until the yelling starts, low grunts becoming frantic pleas. He’s calling out for you, for Ellie.

The lights flicker on, enough to make him aware of his surroundings, of reality. Joel’s chest is heaving, eyes sad as your hands take his, leading him back to bed.

It's Saturday when the front door slams open, startling you awake too early in the morning. The other side of the bed is still warm, frighteningly so, as your hand slams down on the sweat-dampened sheets where Joel should be. 

You’re too late to stop him from running out of the house into the cold, barefoot in the snow, as if something was chasing after him.

Joel can feel his heart pounding in his chest, hear the blood rushing in his ears like white noise, and he can’t seem to draw in enough air. He can't remember what he was running from, but its eyes in the shadows still haunt him. It’s all too much and his body finally reaches its breaking point.

It’s a terrifying sight, Joel dropping to his knees. His eyes are blank and he’s gone so, so quiet.

“Joel, please. You have to tell me what to do, tell me how to help you.” Resisting the urge to shake him feels so hard, but you have no idea how else you’re supposed to bring him back from this. He’s sinking into himself, hands tensing and untensing as he battles the urge to fight. 

You wonder if he can even hear you. 

The commotion hasn’t woken Ellie up, and you’re grateful. You don’t want her to see him like this.

“I let my guard down,” his gravelly voice catches you off guard. “This place is makin’ me weak.” Joel’s eyes are wet and your heart shatters. “Once you stop moving, it hits you all at once. The adrenaline’s gone, there’s no gettin’ it back.” His eyes find yours, and you’re frozen. “The fuck am I supposed to protect you like this?”

You sink to the ground to wrap your arms around him and the snow burns as it seeps through your threadbare pajama pants.

“There’s nothing coming for us, the Fireflies are gone. We got her back, okay? She’s ours now,” you murmur, words gentle even as you grip him tight, tethering him to right now. “And sometimes you have to let me protect you. Even from yourself, especially from yourself. That’s what we do, we keep each other going.”

Joel slumps, exhausted. His forehead drops to yours and his nose is cold as it bumps your own, breath warm and humid in contrast. 

“Trust us,” you hum against his lips, and the remaining tension leaves his body.

It’s not enough to stop the nightmares; they’ll never stop. But it’s enough for tonight. And when the monsters come again, you’ll be there to turn on the light.

thanks for reading! 💕

[estrellami-1]

Cutesy prompt, also derived from my life but just because I’m thinking about getting a switch after falling in love with animal crossing playthroughs lol:

Modern au, no upside down : Steve hasn’t really been one for video games he doesn’t like the jump scares and the violence there’s enough of that in real life if he turns on the news, but Robin gets him hooked on animal crossing playthroughs on YouTube and he falls in love with how comforting and straightforward the game is, you plant a seed and you see it grow to a sapling right away there’s a sense of accomplishment. Steve usually drives Dustin and the kids to their Dnd nights at a game shop and while it’s pricier than he would usually splurge on he’s been thinking about buying a switch to play animal crossing himself so he decides to go to the one game shop he knows off the top of his head, the one he takes the kids to, that just so happens to be owned by eddie who does weekly DND nights. Eddie talks with him about the pros and cons of different consoles and games and maybe suggests that if he’d like he could come over to his place to try it out first hand and maybe join him for dinner while he’s at it?

(Okay side note while I was writing this I thought of twists that could be added to it, like maybe after hearing his reasoning for liking the calmer games eddie writes a sweet low stakes type of campaign for Steve and convinces him to join them for a campaign to show him it doesn’t have to be violent or scary. Or maybe they have those play in store to try it out kind of things and eddie offers that he can try it out in the store until he’s ready to buy and Steve keeps coming back to the store under the guise of trying out the console but really just to spend more time with eddie. I could think of more but I think it has potential)

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Ok so I’m like Steve, I don’t play video games. I’ve played Minecraft and my favorite thing to do is farm 😂 I’ve never played Animal Crossing so my apologies if anything is incorrect! I do think this is a SUPER cute prompt though and I’m so excited to see where y’all take it! 😉

Admittedly, my love, I did not complete this prompt the way you had specified, but I felt like I hit enough of the major points and got to a good stopping place for now. Feel free to send another ask if you want me to continue! ❤️

Title Screen - Part 1

“Robin, what-” he flails as his phone is ripped from his hand.

She judges him. “Sudoku, Steve? Really?”

“I like it! What are you doing?”

“You’re gonna love this. Promise.”

He throws his hands up and waits for her to hand his phone back. When she does, it’s open to YouTube. “Trust me,” she asks. “Just watch the first video.”

He reads the title. “A video game playthrough? Robs, you know I don’t like video games.”

“I know you don’t like violent video games. This one isn’t violent, Steve. Promise.”

He narrows his eyes at her, but she’s his best friend and roommate for a reason, so he plays it as soon as she leaves the room.

When she comes back in to ask about dinner, she’s got a smug look on her face. “Fine, you were right,” he says, rolling his eyes. “It’s cute. I like the bunny.”

Robin chuckles. “I thought you might. Y’know that video game store the kiddos love? I think they’ve got it.”

“Probably,” he allows, very much not thinking about it. Or the very attractive employee who seems to always be there when he is, shopping for the kids. He sets his phone on his chest. “How’s Chinese for dinner sound?”

“I’ll marry you,” Robin says.

Steve chuckles. “Wanna call it in? You know my order.”

“Orange chicken.” She makes a face. “Yeah, I’ll call it in.”

“Thanks.” She waves him off, so as she leaves, he calls, “I’m serious! Thank you! I love you! Marry me!”

“I’ll leave you at the altar!” She calls back, and he cackles.

He plays the video again.

Three days later finds him inside the video game store. Not for him, he swears, but Dustin’s birthday is soon-ish, anyways, and he needs a present, and he had been talking about some figurine or another.

“Hey, welcome in!” Very Attractive Employee says. “Can I help you find anything?”

Steve smiles, shakes his head. “Thank you.” He walks around, doesn’t necessarily look for Animal Crossing, but doesn’t necessarily walk away when he sees it, either. He picks it up, examines the case. Robin’s got a Switch, and he knows she’d let him borrow it. The one part he’s not really sold on is the price. He sets it down, looks at it for a minute longer, as if that would make the price change.

“If you’d like to try, I can put it in the system,” Very Attractive Employee says. His voice is soft, and something about it sounds familiar.

“I dunno.” Steve sighs. “I don’t want to impose, and I know most of the beginning is a bunch of talking and naming yourself and the world, right?”

Very Attractive Employee frowns. “Have you played it before?”

“Ah… no. I, uh.” He’s strangely embarrassed to say it. “I’ve watched playthrough videos.”

Very Attractive Employee grins and motions him over to the trial station. “Yeah? YouTube, right? D’you know who?”

“Uh…” Steve pulls his phone out, opens YouTube. It’s one of the first recommended videos. “HFClub?”

“Ah.” He stills for a moment, then smiles at Steve. “Well, if you’d like to try, it’s available.” He gestures to the console. “And believe it or not, this isn’t a super high-traffic store. It can get kinda boring being the only one here. If you don’t mind me watching over your shoulder, I don’t mind you staying until I’ve gotta close up.” He grins at Steve. “Whaddya say?”

Steve smiles tentatively back, takes a seat, and picks up the device.

He was right; it takes him a good amount of time to get past the opening, but he does have fun, especially with Very Attractive Employee imitating the other characters.

When he looks up again, it’s dark outside. “Oh, shit,” he murmurs, checking his watch. Somehow he’s spent three hours playing. “Shit, man, that’s dangerous,” he laughs.

Very Attractive Employee chuckles. “I know, right?” He shifts. “I’ve seen you in here before buying other games, and you don’t hesitate. Can I ask why today was different?”

“I usually come in to buy things for these kids I used to babysit. This one is purely selfish.” He grins and stretches, grins more when he notices Very Attractive Employee’s gaze is drawn down to where his shirt has ridden up.

“Kids?” He finally asks.

Steve hums. “You might know ‘em, actually, there’s one with curly hair, usually wears a trucker hat. A redhead who will put the fear of God into you. A bitchy kid with hair that could be great-”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Very Attractive Employee waves his arms through the air. “Dustin? Max? Mike?”

“Holy shit,” Steve says, and begins to laugh. “Yeah, exactly.”

Very Attractive Employee looks at Steve for a minute before saying, “So you must be Steve!”

Steve gapes. “They talk about me?”

“Oh, man.” Very Attractive Employee chuckles. “Dustin never shuts up about you, man, he loves you.”

“Oh.” Steve stills. “I, uh. Kinda thought they just tolerated me.”

“No way. Well, maybe Mike, but you know how he is.”

Steve chuckles. “Yeah. Do you know them just from how often they come in here?”

“Oh, no. I’m their DM. Y’know, Dungeons and Dragons?”

“Oh,” Steve nods, thinks. “Eddie, right? And- fuck, what was it. Elf Club, or something?”

Eddie chuckles. “You mean Hellfire Club?”

Steve snaps and points at Eddie. “That’s the one. Man, they love you too, every time I see the brats it’s always Eddie this and Eddie that and Eddie killed our characters but it was great.”

Eddie chuckles. “That’s good to hear. Can I ask why you’re just now looking at this for yourself?”

Steve sighs. “I know the kids love your campaigns, but I don’t like anything too horror-y. I don’t like jump-scares, and it feels like most video games have some element of that. My best friend got me hooked on the videos, and I decided to try it out.”

Eddie nods. “Yeah, this is definitely a very calm game. Feel free to come back in any time to continue trying it out, though. If you want.”

Steve smiles at him. “I might just take you up on that offer.”

Fic-specific tag, once again, is the fic name (no spaces): #titlescreen and as always, my writing tag is #starambles and you can subscribe to either or both to follow along with this fic! Let me know what you want to see happen next in this ‘verse!

[lottiesboy-moved]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ LITTLE BUDDY

pairing: cg!lottie x little!masc!reader

summary: lottie had something important to do at camp green pine, so nat came over to babysit you.

tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, reader regresses to age 1-4, mama!lottie, he/him nat, uncle/babysitter!nat, you’re nat’s little buddy for the day :(

wc: 908

"mama's gotta go, baby. be good for natty, okay?" lottie hugged and kissed you before stepping out the front door and waving goodbye to you. she left and it was just you and nat now, sitting on the couch. "what do you wanna do, buddy?" he ruffled your hair.

you didn't want to do anything except be with your mama. you shook your head, tears forming in your eyes. "aww, hey, buddy..." nat tried calming you down before you burst into tears. "everything's okay. your mama's gonna be back tonight, okay?"

you nodded, and nat sighed, knowing you were still upset. “you want a lil’ snack? i got some donuts before i came here.” he grabbed his bag from the floor and pulled out two donuts, one strawberry with sprinkles and the other glazed. “which one you want, buddy?”

“…sprinkles.” you sniffed, pointing to the pink donut. “good choice.” nat smiled and handed you the sweet treat. the two of you shared a moment of silence while eating before you decided you wanted to watch Cars.

he put the movie on for you, watching you get more and more content when you heard the music and the voices of your favorite animated cars. you laid against nat’s shoulder while he covered you in a blanket.

soon after, the movie was over and you could barely keep your eyes open. “that was a good movie, wasn’t it, bud?”

you yawned in response, making nat chuckle. “someone sleepy? i think its nap time for you, anyway.” he looked at the clock on the wall that read 2pm.

you whined and he cooed back, rubbing your back. “aww, you don’t like that? let’s get you in your cozy bed, hmm?”

nat smiled sweetly at your grabby hands. “you want natty to pick you up?” you nodded, feeling his arm wrap around you and hoist you up, walking you to your bedroom. he got you all tucked in with your plushies and your pacifier when you asked him to call your mama.

he sat down on the edge of the bed and dialed her, putting the phone on speaker. she picked up on the second ring. “hello?”

“hi mama!” she heard your sleepy little voice and chuckled sweetly. “hi, my baby. you sleepy?”

you hummed, clutching one of your plushies to your chest. “..miss you.”

“aww, mama misses you too, sweet boy.” she sounded sad, wishing she was there to kiss you goodnight and tuck you in. “are you being a good boy?”

you hummed again sleepily and she couldn’t help but coo. “is mama putting you to sleep?”

nat watched the scene with a smile, hearing the two of you talking back and forth. you heard someone calling for lottie in the background, which made her end the call. “i gotta go, sweetie. get some sleep, mama loves you.”

lottie hung up after you said your goodbyes and nat slipped his phone back in his pocket. you flipped on your side and fell asleep almost instantly, nat pulling your blanket up to your shoulders a little bit more.

“sweet dreams, kid.” he turned off the light and left the room.

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you woke up a little bit later, whining as you buried your face into your plushie. you got out of bed, taking your plushie with you. walking down the hall you could hear a movie playing that nat was watching. “..natty?”

he turned his head, hearing your little voice. “hey, kiddo. you need something?”

“want sum milk, please.” you walked towards him, sitting down in the couch. “no problem, buddy.” he got up and poured some milk in a sippy cup and handed it to you. “you wanna hang out with natty on the couch?” you nodded and drank your milk, resting your head on his shoulder.

——

the two of you stayed on the couch, while you went in and out of sleep against nat. by the time lottie got home, you were knocked out.

you were all cuddled up on the couch with your plushie and wrapped in the blanket nat let you use earlier. lottie dropped her purse, sitting beside you on the couch, and caressed your face.

“he woke up not too long ago, came in here asking for some milk.” nat smirked and lottie cooed. “of course he did.” she smiled.

you started to wake up, opening your eyes to see your mama looking down at you. “hi, sleepyhead.” she rubbed your tummy, watching a little smile curl on your lips. you instantly curled into her warmth, her hands patting your back.

after a few more minutes of conversation with you and lottie, nat decided it was time for him to go home. “alright, i’m out of here, lot. thanks for having me.” he grabbed his bag from the floor. “no problem, nat. thank you for sitting so last minute.”

he put on his leather jacket and tickled you, speaking in a higher voice. “see you later, little guy.”

you smiled, waiving. “bye, natty.”

“bye, kiddo.” he smiled waved back before closing the front door.

it was just you and lottie now, and somehow you felt littler, now that you had your mama all to yourself. “let’s get you a bath and mama will get you ready for bed, cutie. did you have a fun day with natty?” she picked you up, taking you to the bathroom. you were so excited to tell her about your day.

[skala]

It's nothing, at first. And then it's a drawing so simple it might as well be nothing still: a ring, a set of lines delineating limbs; a stick figure like any other rendered crudely upon its canvas.

It is everything and nothing, before its purpose is defined.

---

"This is pointless."

Alan turned at the sound of a stylus clattering across his desk, in time to see a head of curly brown locks slump forward to rest beside the keyboard. "Something the matter, kiddo?"

The desk chair's current occupant let out a beleaguered huff as Alan padded over from the bed to take in her latest piece. The animation program had become a cityscape framing a bustling town square, replete with market stalls and cherry blossom trees that cast dappled shade over the crowds of stick figures populating the scene. "Naomi, this is good. Really good."

And getting really late, a glance at the corner of the monitor (and the orange stick figure sound asleep upon the taskbar) revealed. Hoping Kaori was still preoccupied with the younger sibling down the hall, he shot his daughter a conspiratorial grin.

"Tell you what, how about I let you sneak in another half-hour of computer time? I could help you color in the background, if—"

"I don't care about the background."

Alan blinked. "You sure? Cause I'm starting to think you're a better artist than I am. Look at you, using two-point perspective and everything," he motioned with both hands, tracing a pair of imaginary lines across the canvas. "I don't remember teaching you that."

Naomi blushed in spite of herself, intimations of pride playing at the corners of her lips, though her expression remained uncharacteristically sour. "Orange helped out, a little."

"You make a good team. When you're not busy plotting to lock me out so you can play minecraft all day, that is."

She didn't laugh. With a gentle sigh he hoped sounded commiserating, Alan crouched down to her eye level and tapped one finger against her knee. "You wanna tell me what's wrong?"

By way of explanation, Naomi retrieved the stylus, shoved the drawing pad closer, and sketched a stick figure in the middle of her canvas. She stared at it for a moment before collapsing back in the chair, folding her arms across her chest as she glowered at the monitor above her.

"Why don't mine ever come to life?"

"Wha—is that what this is all about?" Alan failed to suppress a snort, and Naomi's glower deepened. "You think I don't deal with enough chaos from the five of them already?"

"…I wanted to be like you," she said in a small voice.

Ah.

Alan rose to settle himself at the foot of the bed, unsure how to proceed. "For what it's worth, kiddo, you're a skilled animator already. Living animations, though…"

He hummed to himself. "They're rare. At least as far as I can tell. Like, some of the best animators I've ever met think I'm making them up."

"So you're saying it's pointless."

"No! That's not—I'm just saying it'll happen when you least expect it."

"But there has to be some secret to it!"

Heaving herself up onto the bed to fall face-first into the blankets, arms splayed to either side, her next words came out low and muffled. "I've tried giving them different names, I've tried animating them, nothing works."

(Eyeing the pc, Alan wondered where she'd picked up such a flair for the dramatic.)

"I probably animated hundreds of different stick figures when I was a kid," he shrugged, reaching out to tousle her hair. "It wasn't until I was 18 that one started moving around on its own."

"Yeah, I know. The Chosen One."

"Oh… before him, actually."

Naomi rolled onto her side and propped herself up on one elbow, meeting his gaze with big, inquisitive eyes that told him she'd thought she knew all the stick figures her dad had ever brought to life. "Who was first?"

The dad in question ducked his head at that.

"Tell me."

"I dunno. It isn't exactly a nice story."

"Tell me."

He nearly snorted again at the suddenly adamant tone that had replaced her earlier despondence. After a brief internal debate between the part of him ready to insist on bedtime, and the part of him knowing that in doing so he'd only stoke her curiosity, he acquiesced.

"Alright. But this isn't something I want you sharing with your brother quite yet, ok?"

Naomi perked up, then nodded curtly, as if to demonstrate her resolve to keep secret whatever her father was about to confide in her. Alan repositioned himself to sit at her side.

"It started the same way it always did: with me procrastinating on schoolwork. And with a stick figure scribbled in the corner of a blank project file."

Nothing, at first. A circle and a set of lines. It exists as the simplest representation of man, symbolic of both the least and greatest among them.

"I didn't really have any ideas for it, though."

It exists as an arrow held taut in its bowstring, equally nascent and inert.

Almost a decade later, he still remembered how wrung dry he'd felt that day, overwhelmed by even the simplest of tasks and yet too stubborn to let himself rest. "My brain was, like, this tired, angry mush—angry at my summer school, at my teachers; at my friends getting better grades than me. At myself."

It exists as kindling.

"Angry at everything and everyone."

It is nothing, and everything—

"So I named it victim."

—until its purpose is defined.

Alan's gaze dropped to his hands. "I just… wanted a punching bag, I guess."

Then all the innumerable possibilities and countless states of existence collapse into one, and it moves.

Naomi had gathered up the blanket to her chest. "What'd you do to it?"

He responded with a wry shrug. "Chased it around a bit. Tied it up. I was mostly just curious how it would react to me, at first." A strange softness like threads of regret wove their way into his tone as he pictured the defiant figure, brandishing brush and eraser with all the futile determination of a gladiator seeking victory from a match rigged against it. "It held its own, though, better than what you might expect given what I named it."

It moves, runs, climbs, creates; the certainty of its death not bearing on its mind any more than the suddenness of its life. There is only survival, and the anger that compels it.

"But then it managed to open its own library, and began cloning itself… and I couldn't fight all its copies at once. So I shut down the program."

Until it is denied movement, and is undone.

"…Oh."

Alan grasped sheepishly at the back of his neck. "I told you it wasn't a very nice story."

Its form is undone, reverted to the blank canvas preceding its existence. What remains of its code, severed from source, is left to decay and be slowly overwritten; spread thin into the understructure of machine.

Of victim, there is nothing else.

"I used to tell myself that I wasn't to blame for what I did to it, back then, cause I didn't realize it was alive—as in, I didn't know it could feel the way you and I feel. But the truth is…" Alan forced himself to meet Naomi's precocious scrutiny. She was his daughter and as close a friend to the sticks as he was; he wouldn't downplay his actions in her company. And she was old enough to judge the shamefulness of those actions for herself.

"The truth is, it wouldn't have made any difference if I had known. Teenage me wouldn't have cared. I was immature and needed an outlet. I wanted it to be alive so that I could hurt—and kill it."

It exists in fragments that do not remember.

"Sure says something about who I was back then, huh."

Something pretty disgusting, he might have added, but he waited to hear it from Naomi. He wouldn't have faulted her if she had ran from the room and refused to speak to him the rest of the night.

Instead she turned towards the window, leaned against the headboard with her knees pulled to her chin as she stared out at the sky. No stars were visible through the glass, yet her eyes and cheeks reflected the silvery glint of an almost-full moon.

Existing in fragments,

"You didn't save the file?"

it lies beyond repair.

"Nope. Like I said—I was immature."

And yet it is not alone.

"…But I wish I had."

It is dark—not as in the absence of light, but as in the absence of everything.

And yet it is not alone.

Some greater idea of itself had existed. The enormity of its potential clings to the divides, the moments of hesitation before its creation and deletion, and does not accept it.

It cannot cry out. How could it pull the broken strands of its fate into one plaintive cry that, if somehow seen, would earn it no greater mercy than complete annihilation?

No. It will not beg for a second death.

But it hears the word that imbued its life, spoken as its name, as if its meaning were not so important as that it referred to itself.

As if, in its remembered life, it could have defined itself.

Naomi had gone quiet. But when she turned back towards him he was surprised to see her offer him a tentative smile. He gratefully returned it.

"Maybe I could've set it free, somehow. I don't think it would've liked living on my computer all that much." Nodding towards the monitor, he caught sight of a haggard-looking orange stick waving at them impatiently from the canvas. "Or maybe I could've drawn it a world like that for it to call home, huh?"

"Mhm."

In a lower voice, he added: "It really is some nice composition. I've got professional artists on my team who could learn a thing from you."

Naomi was smiling in earnest now, letting him wrap one arm around her shoulders as she pulled herself into the hug. "I think Orange wants us to sleep."

"That he does."

With another arm beneath her knees, Alan swung her from the bed to deposit her in a gangly heap at his desk. "Hey, don't forget to save your work."

"…yeah yeah you don't have to remind me every time."

It was only after Naomi had dimmed the monitor, waved goodnight to Orange and made her way across the room that she turned back to Alan, lingering in the doorframe with an expression he couldn't quite read in the low light.

"Dad?"

"Mm?"

"…Does Orange know? About Victim?"

Alan clasped his hands behind his head, sighing to himself. "I guess I should tell him sometime, shouldn't I." If he could ever figure out how to bring it up. "You've given me a lot to think about tonight, kiddo, you know that?"

Naomi grinned. "Night, dad."

It is remembered.

"Night Naomi. Love you."

It exists, as a memory dreaming of itself.

In its dreams, the stick figure raises one hand, and draws a circle.

[such-a-barbarian]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

(one that I actually finished and isn’t just sitting as a half completed draft!)

Thanks you for the tags @mybrainismelted and @iansw0rld!

Name: Kell

Age: 30-something or other

Location (globally): 🇨🇦

Location (physically): In my car driving north to visit my in-laws.

Favourite food to eat: Windsor pizza. Cadbury Mini eggs. a good poutine. butter tarts (no raisins thank you very much).

Favourite food to cook: Cookies or meatballs or ribs.

Will you be attending @too-schoolforcool’s ☀️ Kitchen Shenanigans🍴with Cherry on the 6th July? I won’t - we will be camping with the kiddos!

What’s Your Zodiac: Aries

Will you be attending @heymacy’s ☀️ Astrology 101: More Than Just Your Sun Sign ☀️ lecture on the 13th July? Again nope. My cousin is getting married that day!

Now let predictive text complete each sentence for you after the 💭

My age is 💭 not good (I mean…)

My favourite animal is 💭 the one that has the best hair (ha!)

I love to cook 💭 for myself but it’s not my job (correct)

I love to eat 💭 it with you guys (eat what?! EAT WHAT?!)

My dream career is 💭 now in the hands of the people

I have a lot of ideas about 💭 how we should make the best use of the money (oh boy do I!)

I have no clue 💭 what you mean but you are correct (…)

My favourite character on Shameless 💭 is the guy who has the best voice (yup yup - in mickey’s voice)

Debbie Gallagher is 💭 the most underrated rapper (hahahaha)

Carl Gallagher is 💭 a great example of how to make money (I guess?)

Mandy Milkovich is 💭 the only one who can make it happen (probably)

Mickey Milkovich is 💭 the best (absolutely!)

Ian Gallagher is 💭 an idiot (hahaha - sorry Ian. I love you)

To me Ian and Mickey are 💭 both in my life and I’m just trying to figure things out (it’s all of us)

Gallavich means 💭 that you can get a free ride

I wish anyone who reads this to 💭 understand that I am not a woman (except that I most definitely am a woman…)

tagging some folks if ya wanna play/you haven’t already. if not, here’s a mer-person 🧜🏻

@zutaralesbian @bawlbrayker @francesrose3 @jrooc @krysmiss @lupeloto @ryantryinx @tanktopgallavich @transmickey @iansfreckles

[poor-impulsecontrol]

but- I don’t understand. I don’t follow. it doesn’t compute— you are a good person!!!!! you listen to me talk when nobody has for fucking years! you answer every question, you actually like me, and make me feel like my words are worth something, and I feel like that in itself makes you worthy of kindness and care.. for dealing with me. loneliness is scary, and it makes ya think ya dont deserve connection—, but let yourself have this without thinkin’ there’s ulterior motives!! if I didn’t wanna talk to to ya, I wouldn’t!

too sappy, antsy! roll it back, reverse—

the terrifier films are a bit boring to me if I’m being honest,, I watched the first 20 minutes of the first terrifier and turned it off because I felt like the real horror was the braincells I was loosing!! @_@

ahh, but I’m not gonna yuck your yum!! you’re havin’ fun with them and that’s good! that’s okay!! do you own any merch from that franchise?

OOH !! what was your favorite movie as a kid? do you still like it now? i dont think i can ever stop liking something once I start, i still love the The Nightmare Before Christmas as much as I did the first time I watched it as a lil’ kiddo!!

and- and I think gum counts as candy, actually!!! my favorite gum flavor is strawberry. funny how it’s a opposite to yours, huh? oh , ya- I like spearmint gum whenever I need to feel grounded. its such a strong flavor, it pulls me outta any itchy scratchy yucky thoughts and makes me feel more in-tune with my surroundings!! maybe you should try that. ^_^

I have a stupid amount of stuffed animals, all thrifted!!! i buy all my clothes from the thrift, so sometimes i’ll see a cute little stuffed animal peeking out from the toy area , and then i feel bad leaving them behind! like, im not a monster!! somebody left them behind and i’ll take em home!! i have too , too many. my bed’s completely overtaken by them!!

my favorite stuffed animal I’ve got’s of a death-head hawkmoth. i think that you’d like them, they give off a similar vibe to you!!! the moth, not the stuffed animal. they’ve got a skull on their backs and they’re black-brown n’ yellow!!! you’d think they’re rad. they remind me of you.

and, woah— right on the money ,, I didn’t know I was that obvious! I didn’t mean to spam-like your stuff. you just.. you’re cool and I got overexcited about learning things about you.

- guess anonymity is over,, @rottingwiththebugs 🐜🐜

nah, i'm not a good person. if you actually knew me, you'd know i'm the vilest piece of shit disguised. just because i let you talk and i answer your questions doesn't mean i'm a good person. it means i'm...lonely. bored.

yeah, the terrifier films aren't to everyone's taste. they're actually stupid as fuck. but the gore keeps me from disassociating, so i like it. i don't own any merch, i'm too broke for that. i'd love to, like, dress up as art the clown one day. that'd be funny. and i'd actually feel okay going outside for once. people would be scared of me instead of the other way around.

sure, i'll try the spearmint gum thing. i don't know if it'd help, though. pain is one of the things that keeps me the most grounded. kind of ironic. since pain is the whole reason i have this fucked up brain in the first place.

it's cute you have so many stuffed animals. you're hella empathetic, you know? i mean—i think you are. don't know if you'd agree. if i'm making it up or something. we're talking through a fucking screen. but, yeah, the hawkmoth thing is sweet. i don't know how i remind you of them—again, the fucking screen thing—but it's nice to actually be thought of.

right on the money, huh? does that mean i win some? only half joking. but i've looked at your blog and your pretty cool, too. i mean, you're talking to me so you must be awesome. joking.

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 121

Chapter 121: "Isn't This Great"

It's kinda scary how they're so excited about violence and destroying this world, like I know y'all have experienced harsh times here and just wanna live in peace but damn.

When someone as logical as Ray starts to believe in the new plan then you know it's gotta be a more optimal strategy. The Seven Walls is a big bag of surprises on its own anyway so they're not entirely wrong to be skeptical about it either.

I know they're worried for Emma and it's very sweet that they see Norman's plan as a way for her to finally relax after everything she's done for them up to this point, but it's not like she's been doing absolutely everything on her own either. Yeah everyone is following her as their leader, but the whole family is supporting one another as well, whether it's proving food, safety, healthcare or assisting with gathering information about the human world, WM, the Seven Walls, etc.

And yet something about their praise towards Norman kinda bothers me, or at least the timing of it and how they word it. Everyone was just saying how Emma was doing so much for them but now with Norman here, he's gonna do even better "this time for sure." Emma was already doubting her choices back during & after the shelter raid, do we gotta lead her down the same train of thought again? Our girl is doing her absolute best! It's not her fault a few people died while she was in charge.

Words can't express how glad and relieved I am that Ray notices her bluff.

It's such a tiny panel too but I'm glad the anime remembered to include it anyway. Very important for the upcoming chapters.

I love that we get a moment away from all the drama and just see the kiddos all excited as they explore paradise. They definitely deserve some luxury after the stressful trip they enduring to get here.

Affectionately blaming Tag because this is all I can think about whenever I see this panel of Norman.. I still dunno why I find it so funny to this day, but yeah.

It's beyond precious to see the trio play chess together again, even if Ray's acting like their parent. Deep down he knows he can't say no to them. Just give in, sweetie!

I hate this speech bubble so much! Let me see my boy's cute sleeping face!! He's probably feeling so safe and content around his two favorite people in the whole world, I'm certain he's got a big smile on his face as well.

Favorite panel/moment:

The younger kids are so cute when asking Norman which name he prefers. They wanna be so proper and don't wanna make him upset or annoyed by saying the wrong thing. It's so heartwarming to see him drop the facade around his family though.

And they're so relieved by it too! Just to have him act as their older brother again! (Ray actually imagining him as a giant is hilarious.)

Absolutely one of my favorite panels of this lad, not even solely because he's getting tackled and knocked down by so many kids but also with the happy look on everyone's faces.

And I especially love Anna, Sandy & Paula's reactions to finally seeing Norman; from the dramatic pause to their totally shocked expressions. Even Hayato is taken off guard as he's certainly never seen the boss act like this before. (it's a bit odd though because Paula was shown touring paradise with the others a couple pages ago so why is she suddenly surprised here? I know she and the other two were taking care of Chris & Dominic earlier and missed the initial reunion, but whatever.)

Don and I got that same mindset.

[cloudi-bunni]

Beautiful boy

Chishiya x reader

Summary: reader’s sibling has a nightmare so chishiya comforts them

Unedited!

The night was quiet, the sounds of the rain hitting the window created a calm atmosphere. The quietness of it all made you feel safe. You’re siblings were fast asleep. “Wanna watch a movie?” your friend, chishiya, suggested. Your body being tired of the day full of actives it longed for a break. “No im just going to go shower, I’ll try to be quick.” You replied quite quickly, exhaustion filling your body to the brim. entering your room you attempted to remain quiet, quickly grabbing your clothes before making your way to the bathroom. The warm water hitting your skin made you sigh out. Finally feeling much more comfortable in the water, your eyes shut almost instantly at the feeling of the warmth.

Chishiya pov (3d person):

He sat in silence with only the sounds of the shower and the rain filling the house. He decided he was going to watch a movie, sitting on the couch he went to change the channel. Switching it to avatar, watching the blue aliens speaking to the one another. His eyes growing bored of the screen but continued watching. That’s when he heard it, small pitted patters. Turning his head to the sound he saw the small child. Holding a small stuffed animal in their arms, and a blanket. Their eyes welled with tears, lips quivering as they were seconds away from breaking down. “I…I had a nightmare” it was so quiet, if you weren’t listening to it you wouldn’t have noticed it. The blonde man patted the spot on the couch next to him. The child walked over sitting down, pausing the movie the man asked. “What happened in your dream kiddo?” His voice having an uncharacteristic softness to it. Trying his best to make sure his voice was as comforting to the child as possible. “Y/n was eaten by a giant..then the giant left me alone so I was by myself..” the smaller being admitted looking down as if embarrassed. “I know big kids don’t have nightmares…” tear’s began spilling out of the child’s eyes. Bringing up their arm to wipe the tears away. “That’s not true I have nightmares all the time” the older one admitted, looking at the child’s top of the head. “Really?” Looking up finally to the bottle blonde, the tears in their eyes almost made chishiya’s chest tightened. “Yeah whenever I get nightmares I like to…sing” it was a lie, chishiya knew it was a lie but the child didn’t, the kid still crying was a bit more calm now. “Yeah I start singing all stars hard to be scared when all you can think about is shrek” chishiya joked, hoping to get a laugh out of the kid, which he succeeded. Small hiccups of laughter left their throat. Chishiya smiled, they looked so much like you rather their parents. “Oh you think it’s funny huh?” Chishiya questioned the knowing smirk still there. The kid shook their head as they let out more giggles. Once the laughter died down the child asked “Can I stay here? Till I fall asleep..please?” A nod of his head was all the kid needed before they laid their head on the couch. Putting the blanket over them and cuddling the stuffed animal. “Good night chishi” yawned out the little one, “night kiddo”. Humming a tune he bounced his leg up and down. After a few minutes he heard soft snores, getting up he grabbed the child. Caring them in his arms, to the room. “The monsters gone…he’s on the run” softly singing the melody. So quiet it was almost a whisper. Laying them in the bed he adjusted the blankets that was on top of them. Shielding them from the coldness of the room, noticing they shivers he quickly grabbed another blanket over them. “Beautiful beautiful boy” turning on the nightlight before walking away. Making sure to avoid the squeaky floorboards. Leaving the door slightly open, making his way to the living room once again. He noticed the movie playing once again. “Hey chishiya thanks for putting them back to sleep” your voice said. The rainy night still going, as silence filled the room only thing playing was the movie in the background and the rain. Neither of the two seemed to mind. In fact the two seemed to find comfort in it, the silence was broken when y/n begin to hum. The exact same tune the blonde was singing before. A shocked face looked at the other, “beautiful beautiful boy” smiling turning to him.

[lordkingsmith]

Given power rangers has alter reality kids and grandkids for Kim and Tommy now I wanna do a series to make up oc kids for Kim and Kat for everyone they were dating or popular ships for them. I’ve got a couple for Kim so I’m just gonna spitball a few with the canon lol

Canon Kimberly Hart child;

Tommy Oliver:

Olivia Hart, possibly aged 21, green ranger. Information to be added.

Oc Grandkids:

Olivia;

Although Tommy died long before he could really get to see his daughter grow up, she did and she’s thriving. She never got married, she did have two kids. One adopted one not, but the other parent doesn’t matter-at least, they’re not at the age that it matters yet and she’s not going to contend with the fact the baby may or may not be a demigod. Theo, aged twelve, and Clover, eight months, love their mom and grandma. At least Theo does. Clover’s just a baby and generally loves everyone who holds her. Adopted at two, Theo knows about power rangers, knows about his mom being one, knows his grandparents were. Doesn’t particularly care aside from the fact his family helps people. Theo reads a lot, and draws, and helps his mom take care of things. She’s trying to run a small business while also being a Green Ranger, and Theo when he’s home from school is used to juggling school work and babysitting. His only hard me time days are the weekends, when he’s got little league baseball or chess. Olivia supports and understands this, and so far she and Kim have attended every single game and tournament. Has bashed putties in their faces in defense of Clover, before. He got a cake for that one. Privately Olivia knows Tommy loves these two, if he’s watching. And she’s certain he is.

Neither Theo nor Clover are associated with a color nor do I see them ever becoming associated with a color.

OC Children of Kimberly Hart;

Farkas Bulkmeier;

Chloe Bulkmeier-Hart, aged 19, pink ranger. Au that will be animated, Kim and Farkas waited to have kids and actually Chloe was a bit of a surprise baby. Best friends with Tommy and Kat’s oldest grandson. Was a good ranger, became brainwashed and is a villainous ranger. Her love interest is a vampire named Iva Song. She is pastel goth with a deep love of frills and spikes, deep pinks and velvety blacks and poofy skirts and dresses and combat boots. She's got an inordinate amount of knowledge on ancient battle tactics, and how to hotwire a motorcycle. Both things she learned from her parents. She has a lovely singing voice. She is five foot four, and is a bottle rocket of doom. While she's had a crush on Iva since they were tiny, she never knew he seriously reciprocated until much much later. She's able to shake the mind control when she's-gasp-forced to go undercover as a punk. Trading her dresses for miniskirts? Respectfully, no.

Tangential Coinless au, bur she’s a newborn and Billy and Drakkon’s clones Bit and Tom become her babysitters. Her godmother is Sharkie and her godfather is Eugene Skullovitch.

Eugene Skullovitch;

Stormy Hart, aged seventeen. Her parents are separated. Despite the rocky start with Eugene being Kim’s rebound, they got together again after the Candace Incident. Kim progressed on Eugene’s terms, and they had a kiddo right as they were applying for colleges. It was a bit difficult and they made it work, but when Stormy was seven they finally had to separate, though they’re not on bad terms. Stormy is Spike’s half sister, and has her own band. Has anxiety and depression. Doesn’t spend time with brother or Bulk, at least as much as she should. Mostly for her appearance. Got extremely jealous of Spike over the power rangers thing though! She generally lives with her mom, not her dad, hence why she doesn’t spend time with Spike. She loves her goofy half brother but she’s at the age where her image is important to her. She doesn’t have any colors associated with her.

Stan Skullovitch;

Kimmie Skullovitch-Trueheart. Aged 20. She is the alternate version of Dr. K. The one that wasn’t stolen from school and her parents. In the same reality as Chloe. Kim offered to be the surrogate mother when she was around 27 years old. She had long discussions with them, and they made it happen.

In a tangential reality she and Stan got together while he was on tour and she was finishing college, and Kimmie has two famous parents. One in biotech and Olympic gymnastics and one as a rockstar. In this reality Kimmie is a purple ranger.

And then of course Dr K, yes my headcanon is she’s a Skullovitch somehow, and I adore her being Kim’s too

Matthew Cook;

Kelson Hart. Aged 21. Older Twin brother to Kira Hart. Kim’s a single parent, raised her kids mostly on the run after Matthew died when they were four, but she and Matt never got married. More of a friends with benefits thing, off and on until she got pregnant with twins. Kelson has nothing to do with his family. Intergalactic diplomat at 21. Does not live on earth, but shows up every Christmas. He is not associated with any color. He blames power rangers for a lot of his family and planet problems actually. He loves his mom and sister and family, but he can’t bypass their glaringly massive differences in opinions.

Kira, aged 21, younger twin sister to Kelson, green ranger on SPD B Team. She’s often her brothers body guard when he’s on earth for official business, but they bicker constantly when they actually speak to each other outside of work. He blames the power rangers for everything, she thinks he’s an idiot. The reason Kim was on the run in the first place was an unreformed Zedd heard about the kids and as Matt used to work for him, decided those kids were his, actually. As payment. Matt died killing Zedd. That wasn’t power rangers fault, that was Zedd’s fault.

Zedd;

Specifically not serious bur she almost got married to him so that eventual resulting Eltaran human hybrid is named Zinnia, he’s 26. Zedd’s dead and Kim is a grand empress. Nobody blames Kim for murdering him, however she’s gone a bit nuts. Zinnia is a freedom fighter against his own mother. He’s a gold ranger.

Trini Kwan;

Forgot to add the ladies last night but y’know, only fair. So.

Hart Linh Xian, aged 16. Xian is the younger half sister of Minh and Olivia. When Tommy disappeared Trini did as well, however a few years after Tommy. She and Kim got close shortly after Minh was born, and later got married. Soon after they had a daughter of their own with the help of in vitro fertilization procedures. Trini later died in a freak accident fighting a villain, and Kim withdrew completely with her daughters. Xian’s a pink ranger to Olivia’s green and Minh’s yellow. She’s the one braincell in the sister group, and a fair balance of her sister’s personalities. Still figuring herself out, trying to do Kim proud while also struggling to figure out how to honor Trini’s memory.

Kat Hillard;

Echo Hart-Hillard. Aged 20. They were not raised by Their moms, at first. Dark Spectre used magic to make a child from the dna of the two most fearsome pink rangers he could think of, and then had said child trained. Echo first met Tommy, fresh out of divorce with his second wife Kim, and almost they killed him. He managed to talk them down and it was Zack and Billy showing up in back up who realized who Echo even was. Kim and Kat were good friends, but it was the then twelve year old assassin who inadvertently got them together. Echo’s non-binary and very very good at murder. Not associated with any color. This is probably a good thing. Specter was intending them for psycho silver, but Echo’s glad they’re not a ranger, at least for now. They got to be ring bearer at their moms wedding. Specter is still pissed he’s lost control of the murder child, and moms and teenager are currently hiding out under assumed names. They move around a lot just because Echo still finds it difficult to not solve all their problems via murder. And can’t shake the habit of calling the psycho rangers their aunts and uncles. It’s been rough but they’re happy with their moms.

Jason Lee Scott;

When Kim and Jason both stopped being rangers, there was a…growing pain, reacclimating to normal civilian teen life, to be sure. With Jason also coming off the heels of having just buried his mom. Kim and Jason spun their wheels for a bit trying to get around the awkward and be there for each other. Eventually it settled into a devoted romance. They have two daughters. Kristine Alana Scott-Hart, aged 21, and Jenny Rose Scott-Hart, aged 17.

Kristine is planning on going into NASA, fascinated by the stars and the adventures of her parents but more interested in the very close by solar system. She’d like to explore Mars, Neptune, Pluto, rather than anything farther. Her reasoning is the ocean is on the planet and barely explored, in lieu of more interesting subjects. Their neighboring planets are a bit like the ocean, and she’s keen on seeing what secrets they hold first, before anything else. She’s been told if she sees a dumpster however, don’t for the love of the grid open the stupid thing. Nobody wants to know what ancient space warlord’s inside. Somehow managed to be more science minded than fight minded, and Kim and Jason don’t know how that happened but they love their kid anyway. Billy thinks it’s hilarious.

She has a fairly easy going relationship with her parents. She can tell them things and they trust her. Not associated with a color, and gets along well with her sister, who is.

Jenny Rose is going to be a kickboxing champion. She decided this at five years old and it’s never changed. She’s a violinist and a kickboxer, and uses the dichotomy to confuse people constantly. Would rather get in the ring with someone than date them. She’s the pink ranger of her team. It’s a little confusing until someone listens to her coaching the putties on how to kick better, and then it starts making sense. When she’s older, she wants to own a dojo and run self defense sessions and kickboxing classes for teens and kids. It’s always surprising to people, but she gets along well with her sister.

Aisha Campbell;

They quickly became fast friends, and Aisha caught feelings for the pink really really quickly. However, she didn't say anything until Kim left the rangers and was replaced by Kat. She was going on scholarship, and they started a long distance relationship. Eventually they got married after Aisha herself retired from rangerdom. Together with Anubis Cruger, they founded SPD. The wives have one son, a wild card named Benedict "Ben" Campbell. Aged 24. Benedict is currently in Ranger Academy, and has broken nearly every rule so far. Just for fun, just to see what'll happen. He's not a bad guy, he just simply wants to test limits. Of both himself and the world around him. When he graduates school he will be a Pink Ranger on D Team.

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I’ll put more up but I think this was fun! Do you think we should make this an ask game? Send someone a name and ask them to list their ideas of kids they might have with different partners?

I kinda wanna draw them too, the official and unofficial “siblings” as it were lol. Your thoughts @augment-techs and @skyland2703? I’d tag more but I don’t know if it’d be a good idea. Anyway. Thoughts?

[secondgenerationnerd]

Can you talk about Chris Kent and his kiddos? I wanna know more about their family dynamic

Of course!

So again Chris and his wife, Thara, have six kids in total: the Twin half Braniacs Sebastian and Atticus, first bio kid Beau, Shapeshifting-Gender Fluid kiddo River, second bio kid Everett, and baby girl Carter.

Thara, in my mind, still does Military work and keeping them all on a schedule. Not in a “my husband is weaponized incompetence” way. In a “we both know what to do, and I’m better at checking the clock while we do it.”

They live in a remodeled farm house (which is very warm and cozy) near the Kent Farm. I think Chris actually takes over most of the duties there, to help out his grandparents.

The kids grew up on the Kent farm. Feeding animals, learning the chores, learning Ma’s recipes, a few of them getting to hear Pa’s crazy stories. (He and Ma got to meet Laney, then they passed within six months of each other)

Chris as a dad is super chill, but will call his kids out for doing dumb shit. I don’t mean kids stuff (they follow the “if they’re doing something dangerous safely, keep an eye on them but let them do it” method. Aka “if you’re gonna be dumb you’re gonna be tough”) I mean “you know that is unsafe or cruel and did it anyway”

Since River is Gender Fluid, they do “vibe checks” every day. Literally one parent just going “what’s the vibe, kiddo?” “They/she, Daddy.” “Okay, Princess.” (Stolen lovingly from @nerdymixpan on TikTok!)

Carter isn’t tough because her big brothers protected her/taught her to fight/insert movie cliche here. She’s tough because Laney is her favorite cousin and they terrorized their older siblings

Beau, Sebastian, and Atticus all share a room (they honestly don’t mind, plus Thara and Chris did try to give them their own spaces within the room) They’re mostly in other rooms so that room is just for sleeping.

Carter has her own room but it’s fairly small.

Everett and River share, with room dividers up for personal space.

Chris and Thara do spend as much one on one time with their kids as they can. They do play with their kids and include them in things as often as they can.

I think Chris taught Beau, Everett, and Carter how to fly, but in terms of teaching them their powers, that was all Mama

I have such a soft image of River holding their baby sister’s hand, Carter making peeping noises, as they go to check on the chickens

Chris picks two kitchen helpers when the kids are little. Teaching them Ma’s recipes and how to safely use kitchen equipment.

Chris’s brothers refer to them as “the breeders”. Chris pointed out he and Thara have three bio kids, they chose the others. While Kon pointed out he was married to a man, Jon had them cracking up with “my balls are purely decorative.”

[thatseventiesbitch]

For fic requests, could you write Leia, Donna, and Eric moments in Chicago?

Thanks for the ask! Prompt Ask Game

"Hey, Le-Le." Donna looked up as her teenage daughter flew into the the house. She let the front door slam behind her harder than she usually would, and Donna frowned. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," the sullen teenager responded. She broke for the stairs and took them two at a time, before her bedroom door slammed shut too, a few moments later.

Donna glanced at Eric across the kitchen table and raised her eyebrow, a silent question.

Eric sighed, and set down the newspaper. "I think it's my turn."

"Enjoy." Donna's words were thick with sarcasm. She lifted her coffee mug to her lips and took another leisurely sip as Eric scooted his chair back from the table.

A few moments later, he knocked on her bedroom door.

"Leia?" he called. His tone was tentative, gentle, like he was dealing with an unpredictable wild animal. "Bud? Everything okay?"

There was no answer, so he knocked again. Now the door jolted open.

Leia stood there, her face red and her eyes glassy. She wiped at her tear-stained cheeks, like she was hoping to conceal the fact that she'd been crying, but there was no hiding it from her father.

"Hey." He stepped forward and pulled her into a hug.

Leia was stiff in his arms and she didn't really hug him back, but she allowed him to rub her back.

"My stupid friends left me out again," she finally muttered. She wiped at her eyes again as they pulled back, betraying how hurt she was. "They all m-made plans to go to the movies today. But no one invited me," she finished glumly. Another fat tear rolled down her face, and Eric frowned.

"Well then they don't sound like very good friends."

Leia lifted her eyebrows, silently agreeing.

"Who are they?" Eric wanted more information. "I'll - I'll call their parents. They can't just - "

"Oh my god, Dad," Leia groaned, covering her face with her hands now. "No. That would be so embarrassing." She shook her head and turned around, crossing back into her bedroom and flopping down onto the bed dramatically. "Just - just leave me alone." Her words were muffled, as she spoke into her pillow.

But Eric was rooted to the spot. He felt helpless as he watched his daughter. Suddenly, he had an idea and a smile slowly stretched across his face.

"Hey. Do you wanna go see Sue?"

Leia lifted her head, but she still didn't look at him. "Really?" she said, tentatively.

Eric grinned. "Yeah. Forget them. Let's go." He crossed over to her bed and sat down on the edge next to her. "Huh? What do you say?" he cajoled.

Two hours later, Eric, Donna, and Leia walked into the massive exhibit hall where Sue the T-Rex lived. Leia ran ahead of her parents to the base of the skeleton, and she grinned up at it.

"It's exactly like I remember," she crowed, craning her neck to see all the way to the end of Sue's tail. She glanced back at her parents, and caught her dad's eye. "This was my favorite place when I was little."

Eric smiled at her affectionately. "I remember."

Leia gazed back at the gigantic dinosaur specimen, a genuine smile on her face for the first time all day.

"I seem to also remember an ice cream stand just outside. You always got a chocolate-vanilla swirl cone," he reminisced.

"Yeah. I could go for one of those right now."

Eric nodded. "We can make that happen."

The little family completed their loop around the T-Rex, and now started to head for the Field Museum's exit. Leia fell back to walk even with Eric.

"Dad?" she said in a quiet voice. He glanced at her. "Thanks," she said, a little reluctantly. "I had a good day."

Eric grinned and set his arm around her shoulder. "Me too, kiddo."

[thedragonchilde]

G Gundam meta notes part four, eps 25-29:

"All Fighters Gathered! The Final Battles Begin"

-the Shuffle Alliance being so shrouded in mystery is interesting given that EVERYONE IN UNIVERSE SEEMS TO KNOW THEM or at least that the crests mark top fighters

-blah blah clip show episode mostly but HELLO FUUNSAIKI

-S U P E R  A S I A 

-just in case we forgot this is actually a crapsack world, we get "yeah you can target the cockpit now, yes I know exactly what will happen :)"

-and "unlimited repairs (if you can afford it lol)"

-hold on, is Chibodee left-handed? Or is he just saluting with the left because it feels less Nazi-esque that way? (If this was obvious in his earlier episodes, forgive me; I've never been great with my left and right, especially when I have to flip them. It just sticks out here because he's saluting differently from everyone else.)

"A New Weapon! Erupting God Finger"

-Wong talking with his mouth full is great

-I love that Domon seems to be allergic to hotels

-”no one here has any clue how powerful my Burning Gundam is” INCLUDING YOU, DOMON

-WHY IS MARCELOT THIRTEEN FUCKING FEET TALL

-✴️ wander bug ✴️

-Argo's thumbs up is a thing of beauty

-I wanna know what happened to Hoy and Ming's parents

-ah, the suit-up is much easier in this gundam

-huh, Marcelot took that loss in stride

"Hang on Domon! Triumph of the Restored Faith"

-i love Domon with children

-and Rain referring to said kids as Domon's friends, interesting

-and Domon both believing kids are working with Chandra and being disturbed to distraction over it

-okay this is bizarro-land racist. Is he supposed to be part snake?

-although between him and the last guy, I wonder if it's supposed to imply that some of the colonies have been doing genetic engineering to create super-fighters. It wouldn't be the weirdest or shadiest thing going on in this universe

-Hoy is clearly markedly younger than the rest of the friend group 

-”Mister East”

"Domon Targeted! The Assassin's Staff"

-the announcer swooning over Schwarz

-Hoy, kiddo, there's a pest here and it's the one who kicked a guy in the shin 0.2 seconds after meeting him

-love that, knowing he's dealing with an assassin, Chibodee 1) brings it up real casual with the target, and 2) is ready to BEAT UP SAID ASSASSIN

-”if I can sneak up to him” he says, and then yells

-that was a noble attempt to save him, Chibodee

-Chibs did his research on Kyral, I see

-Neo Nepal is fucked up, but then with some of these countries what else is new

-Sai as training partner is great

-Chibodee, why would you rush in and try to hit this guy? Also, why are you still hanging around there anyway?

-after all these wins by default, you'd think someone would investigate

-that double phallic sword faceoff just screams "I see your schwartz is as big as mine, now let's see how well you use it"

-”then I will SLASH you!”

-I wonder if there's something to be said about ableism in the Gundam Fight - like, clearly Kyral can fight while blind, so they didn't have to toss him aside

-Schwarz’s Moon Tiara saves the day again

-cultural relativism? Chibodee seems hung up on Kyral’s crimes being unforgivable, while Domon and Sai are like “he's moving forward and doing better, good for him”

"Running Away! Sai Saici In Love"

-I guess Neo Denmark is low on money, to not be able to repair the Gundam

-Sai trying to sound cool and mysterious is hysterical

-I wouldn't mind Sai’s canon height so much if Cecile wasn't shorter than him. A teenage girl markedly under 4’4”? With no indication that they're meant to be little people? Even for anime, that's a stretch

-though I wonder if she dresses the way she does to signal that she is, in fact, older than she looks

-Cecile is so frickin noble and good-hearted

-Hans has very twink-or-lesbian vibes

-”elderly men?” Cecile probably assuming a gay couple adopted Sai. Though I guess we don't know what's up with Zuisen and Keiun anyway?

-Domon doesn't know a date when he sees one, or at least that you don't interrupt one

-brb going hyper mode just to trip some guys

-unison speaking is one thing, but synchronized crying is something else

-I wonder what Hans does in the off season