#papa getes

[drakkonyan]

[REUPLOAD BECAUSE IM STUPID]

I am normal about dadworth i am normal about dadqorth i am normal about dadworth i am normal about dadworthiamnormalaboutdadworthiam normalaboutdadworthiamnormalaboutdadworth iamnormlanaboutdadforthiiamnorm

redraw of this thing I found in i dont even fucking know where, and i dont know if its from DD or SoJ since ive played neither, but anyways, I am gonna force edgeworth to go marry nick just so he gets "geting called papa" privileges

again i dont even know where i took this one from, i just know i download it once and saved it with the title "REDRAW IT YOU ANIMAALLLLLLLLLLL" but in spanish

[little-wolfpuppy]

Some random Classification AU things because I am mentally unwell. (personal Classification AU with Cg/Neutral/Little and pack/family dynamics. Completely, SFW don't make it weird.)

I believe the system would be TERRIBLE just like the actual foster system and CPS. Like you're telling me an adults with the mentality of children won't be abused just as much as actual kids? Laughable

fake ids are BOOMING market. Don't want to be seen as a leader at work just because of your Classification? FAKE Neutral ID. Want to be able to do anything on your own just bc your a little doesn't mean you're helpless? FAKE NEUTRAL ID

on that note, there is definitely an imbalance in society. Some people ARE permaregressors, but many littles only have to drop once a week on average, and socially, they're all treated like children. Some caregivers are more strict and some are more soft, but they're treated one in the same

sub-classification testing!!! Are you a Papa CG? A Mama? A big brother/sister? Doesn't matter your gender a guy can be a Mommy and a woman could be a Dada, it's more the role you offer in the family unit. Along with that- Baby (0-2) Toddler (3-5) Kid (6-12) and Teen (13-18) regressors, and each person has thier own age range but most fall within these categories?? Big Brother teen/kid regressors! Baby regressors that only have to drop about a day a week, Perma-teen regressors!!!

Like 60% of society is Neutral. An even 20/20 Cg/Regressor.

(I borrowed instincts and scent from all the Hybrid AUs, but I like how they fit.) Caregiver instincts when they hear crying! They need to protect the kid! Regressors instincts flaring up when someone is yelling/causing a scene, having to resist the urge to run away and hide because they are pretending to be Neutral. A little finds that one friend, in particular, always smells like safety. It turns out they're actually a cg also hiding their classification. Family units!! Littles that climb into thier cgs beds bc it smells like safety. Cgs that press kisses to thier littles heads, catching that soft baby smell, or just the scent of thier kid.

Caregiver Jason Todd who tells everyone he's a Neutral because he doesn't feel worthy of taking care of anyone (this one is @tiniradio's fault /aff) ^ he channels all his Caregiver instincts into crime alley itself, making it actually one of the best places to be even with the crime. Littles and kids are protected and shielded, any kids or littles doing crime to survive are offered safe housing away from the system. If you hurt littles/kids you deal with Red Hood and nobody wants that.

Caregiver Shiro struggling not to smother the rest of the team, struggling to not baby them and fuss over them. Allura letting him fuss over her mice so that he has an outlet for his instincts.

Simulteniously Pidge never actually geting tested and suddenly dropping one day after a mission, terrified and confused because his whole family is neutrals?

My Hero universe not letting littles be heros, and Aizawa refusing to tell anyone about his regressor students, but telling them his home is always open if they need a caregiver.

Dividers

[bwoahtastic]

In Stepmom Nico what if lil Mousy had a nightmare and goes to Seb but Seb is sleepy and just tells him to go away. So he tries to find Momma but the halls are dark and the house is big and he gets lost (maybe they have only recently moved Mousy into his own room?). Poor baby just starts crying. Maybe Maxy is also staying at their house this week and wakes when he hears Mousy crying since he is a light sleeper so he goes out to look for him and together they go to Nico and Toto for snuggles.

When Seb finds the four of them together in bed the next morning he is confused and asked what's going on so Nico or Toro tell him about Mousy's nightmare and he feels so guilty for telling Mousy to leave..

Plss! Mousy having slept in sebby's room a lot, or snuggled between papa or momma but he wanted to be a big boy when Maxy chose his own room too mousy wanted to be a big boy and sleep in his own room too! Nico and Toto make sure to read mousy a story as they tuck him in.

Mousy having a nightmare and he is so scared and disorientated! Hr manages to find sebby's room and wants to crawl into bed next to his brother but Sebby maybe wasn't feel well and mumbles at Nicky to go away.

Nicky geting lost in the house because he is sleepy and scared and he cries quietly while sucking on his ear and trying to reach door handles on his tippie toes but he doesn't know which door it is!

Maxy is a light sleeper and hears Nicky shuffling about so he goes to check and finds Nicky crying ans asking for momma and papa! Max learned the house layout by heart just if he has to hide or flee and knows where the room is, taking mousy there and helping hin crawl in bed, Toto waking and lifting Nicky to snuggle between him and Nico , and asking if Maxy wants cuddles too! Maxy is shy but crawls in and makes biscuits on Toto's arm🥺

Seb would feel so guilty the day adter but Nico reassures him it's okay? Sebby is a kid himself, he isnt responsible for Nicky!

[libidomechanica]

O Tibbie, I hae seen the patient cried—and no cold

My pleasures fully expect you.     And why not now? Our second health to that right myrie wol I     fonde. Up from Earth’s smooth and

clowdie Welkin cleareth. And faire than     with the world ther grief to bear a gift for my love this pious     morn? In him there; but

from crime, perhaps she’ll give your world-     withouten leaue: seemeth thou dost resolve to pass; it seem’d     far beyond express for

evermore so indefeasible     might have I Martes mark upon, to give another.     But not direct! Awhile

we have it every man this blessings     add a curse the South, and let me mention, to gete hir     lyve. I strove,—guess now when

all was blight; and thine ears, both I     and so wood, and break her with angels, muse, to work down men’s     love thou think? Walter, part

a barbed hook, one part papa, one     part soft air alone of some things, hopeth all its Rose, and     all hys passions of this

huckster put down which through acts uncouth,     toward me over the riche, and on grain, a quarter-sessions     lie; vertues shore. But

the rags of time’s wheel, that ye may:     these to like, and heart dotes less on the stroke of stone—and     come to Sidyngborne that

scornefully lookes askaunce,     and seal’d false of her own reflection and they better to     one of the sun went down,

mouthing knowledge; and in your eyes,     O eares of wild Yuie twine, how poore Muse on stately sit     playing his stormy passive

lies fast as springs unseen!     Come, and al was false death- bed where honour pend in shady     leaues from men have done a

feast in which he wayle hys Woes,     and to be from the claret velvet tight. We fille     acorded by us selven

two. That well which makes Love so     serene a goodness grows. ’En, that may discompose that I     have let othere footless

for long in dreams to them doe flye:     what dying loves around the aisled place; and forth in front     of stone and dream of clouds.

As cold earth is displeasures     may swim into forgetfulness. Or else forces we hadde     me bete on every vessel

al of salt, of sandal, amber,     or die. As wyves wol oure vices hide til we be     fasten to him like a

Taper o’er his Heart-inflaming     Foal of Heav’n from a selfish grave. Is she so fair; heap the     serious theatre.

[leon-idas]

Game Idea

The starting cutscene is of a grandfather starting to tell a bedtime story to his grandchilds (all of them are dwarfs), we trancition to picture book style while he tells the story of the great dwarven capital, a prospering surface city at the delta of a river, and how in thr middle of the night it was suddenly attacked by 7 seven dragon who fled to the seas before the first lights of day. The former second prince now young king, who was out of the capital at that time, prepares a sailing expedition to avenge the destruction of the city and the death of his older brother and father. The story would be separated in chapters, each one corresponding to an expedition in search of one of the dragons and being harder that the last one.

The gameplay i imagine it kinda like Slay The Spire, where you have a starting point and branching paths that all lead to some kind of harder encounter. I imagine you would have to balance resources like wood, food, gold, etc that you could collect from each "node", witch would be islands, some of these would be free for the taking and others you would have to fight with the locals to be able to get the most resources out of them.

At the start of each expedition you would be able to select the boat that would be taking you to your adventure and this will determine the starting and max number of units you are allowed, each unit represents a squad of dwarfs with different strengts and weaknesses, but almost everyone of these would be locked at the beggining.

During the "Travel" part of the game you would be able to see your options for nest destination and the corresponding travel time and costs, that would increase or decrease depending of your situation (if your units are hurt, your food upkeep would go up, if you are in luck and have favorable winds, travel time would go down, etc) There would also be midtravel events like finding lost cargo or geting atacked by pirates or sea monsters.

During the "Islands" part, you would encounter different tipes of islands, some would be very simple with no enemies only one or two collection points, some with more resources but also enemies protecting them and others would be minor settlement where you could change resources for upgrades, sometimes units for your army and very rarely boats to grow your fleet, upgrading the maximum of units you can travel with.

Also during this part, you would enter a "tactics" map, with all your units starting besides their respective boat. Each unit would have a set amount of Action Points and Movement Points that they could use to scout the area, collect resources and fight enemies, witch in bigger islands, would be protecting the rare and high-yield collection points.

The first time you end up with all your boats destroyed, either at sea or in land, or all your units are killed, the grandpa would go "... and so ended the story of revenge for the city" and the kids would respond "but papa, thats not how the story goes!!" and the grandpa would say "Oh, you are right, sorry, i got to absorbed in the story, let's see... where should i start from?..." and you would get the expedition report screen, where depending from what you did and how far you got you get the meta-currency called Recollection, that you would use in painting of the old capital to unlock new kinds of units and boats to start with and find during your runs.

And i will continue later because my battery is low

[brianbrianbrain]

ID. Phone screenshot of bdsmovement.net. Page is slightly zoomed in so that the edges of the text are cut off: [Pale]stinian BDS National Committee (BNC) /

begin all caps [up]dated end all caps: Below is a detailed guide to our [tar]geted consumer boycotts, divestment a[nd] [pre]ssure campaigns. Help us spread the wo[rd] [to] maximize our impact!

Infographic: Act Now Against These Companies Profiting from the Genocide of the Palestinian People

2x2 grid, each square labelled and filled with the logos of companies:

Consumer boycott targets: AXA, Puma, Carrefour, HP, Chevron, Caltex, Picture of Palestinian flag that reads boycott Israeli goods in all caps, Re/Max, Ahava, Texaco, Siemens, Sodastream

Divestment and exclusion targets: Elbit Systems, CAF, Volvo, Caterpillar, Barclays, JCB, Intel, Chevron, TKH Security, HD Hyundai, Hikvision

Pressure targets: Google, Amazon, AirBnB, Booking.com, Expedia, Disney, Teva

Organic boycott targets: McDonald's, Domino's Pizza, Papa John's, Burger King, Pizza Hut, WiX

End infographic.

[Th]e Palestinian begin bold BDS National Committee [(B]NC), end bold the largest coalition in Palestinian [soc]iety that is leading the global begin bold Boycott, [Div]estment and Sanctions (BDS) [Mo]vement, end bold salutes activists, organizations [an]d institutions worldwide that have. End ID.

ID. Phone screenshot of google.com: article (first page of story?) from wsj.com. Title: U.S. Supports Israel with Billions in Military Hardware. Deck: U.S. warships wait off the coast to deter Hezbollah, while Israel flies advanced U.S. jets and helicopters and receives billions in U.S. aid. By Daniel Nasaw, Jemal R. Brinson and Brian McGill, Oct. 14, 2023. Bottom left corner: Tap Story >

Cover image: outline diagrams of side view of military ships, planes, and helicopters on white background. End ID.

ID. Phone screenshot of fifth slide of aforementioned story: CH-53K

The Lockheed Martin heavy cargo and transport helicopter is used by the U.S. Marine Corps for ship-to-shore movement. In 2021, Israel signed a deal to buy 12 with an option to buy six more. Delivery is expected in 2026, Lockheed said.

Outline diagram of side view of helicopter, with length label of 731 feet and height label of 28.4 feet. End ID.

ID. Phone screenshot of sixth slide of aforementioned story: KC-46 Refueling Tanker

The U.S. approved the sale to Israel of eight KC-46 refueling tankers for $2.4 billion in 2020, and maker Boeing has signed a contract for four.

Outline diagram of top view of plane, with length label of 1659 feet and wingspan label of 156.1 feet. End ID.

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Comment with username cut off: but the average consumer doesn't and can't buy from those companies.

Reply by Original Poster @rotzaprachim: @failure-artist I'm very aware of that and I think that's why there's been the decisions made, but I also think that shifting the focus from military hardware to civilian goods that often have only a tenuous relationship to Israel isn't good strategy for many reasons - it fosters antisemitic and xenophobic fervor towards Jews and Israelis who aren't connected to IL in any way, which looses movement. End ID.

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OP comment continued: xenophobic fervor towarsd Jews and Israelis who aren't connected to IL in any way, which looses movement support and can be illegal in certain context, while shifting blame and

OP comment continued in new comment: censored user from the systemic way that the military industrial complex works or exists at all - and how can you address a problem if, because it [can't] be easily consumer boycotted, you don't address it at all? End ID.

i mean technically you could “boycott” boeing planes? boycott is in quotes bc the planes are still bought and airlines would take the hit first and your tax dollars are probably still subsidizing. government might decide to use your tax dollars for a bailout, lol, which they have done before. also i have no conception of air travel. like who is even flying? would they care to boycott? how much of air travel is just people going on holiday or for work (my impression is that if you get on a plane to travel for work you can probably afford to make a scene, but i’m not kidding when i say i have no idea other than hm $100 to fly down half the state and multiple thousands for overseas).

looked at boeing 10k and their consumer airlines is still their biggest source of revenue. so people could potentially at least make a statement but i have no idea what effect it would have or how many people who fly would actually be up for it. better than not saying anything, maybe?

but yea, all these points stand! like y’all how do you convince people who work at lockeed martin to quit 😭. like i can’t fathom… why….. but if someone is in a biz like that im pretty sure they're happy about what they got into? but at the same time it's also about how do we create a world where that's not even the easy or "only" option for people...

I support the full military sanction of Israel and I think that [the org behind it] has been dumber than a box of rocks for years in deciding to call for a cultural boycott against leftist Israelis and academics regardless of politics, while at the same time having no major American arms companies on their targeting list. That’s jsut beyond counterintuitive

[ladyvegeets]

Edible 4

-For all those asking for more Edible. Inspired by @okebtrash’s adorable picture of Bulla patching up her papa with bandages.-

Read Edible on AO3 or FFnet. 

~xox~

Vegeta stared down at the beautiful woman he — by some stroke of luck — called his wife. Bulma lay sprawled beneath him. The soft glow of morning highlighted the rise and fall of her chest, flushed cheeks, and matted hair. ‘Thoroughly fucked’ was one of his favorite looks on her.

The column of her throat beckoned. He leaned in to kiss it while contemplating an encore. 

“Mmm,” she sighed sleepily.

Ah, he knew that tone. She was exhausted, even now her breathing was evening out. What time had she come to bed? He couldn’t recall, having fallen asleep waiting up for her. 

Damn. Perhaps waking her up so early for this wasn’t the best of ideas.

He gently pushed off. She made a half-hearted sound of protest as he wiped her clean, but was half-way asleep by the time he tucked her in under the blankets. With a final kiss to her brow, Vegeta pried himself away, ignoring the instinct to stay and watch over his mate.

He headed for the spare bathroom by the kids’ rooms so as not to disturb Bulma’s sleep while he cleaned up. Along the way, hushed voices caught his attention. He slowed to a halt.

Trunks and Bra were coming down the opposite end of the corridor, the older boy bent to whisper in his little sister’s ear. “—just remember, don’t tell Dad or—”

“Don’t tell me what?”

Trunks froze, the color draining from his face. 

“Papa!” His daughter’s face lit up and she came dashing towards him. “I’m BLEEDING!”

What?! For a sickening moment, Vegeta couldn’t breathe.

“Bra, you snitch.” Trunks slapped a hand over his face with a groan. 

Bra came to a halt by his boots and raised her skirt to show off her bleeding knee. A tiny wound. But the impression it left was huge. Vegeta scooped her up before laying murderous eyes on his son, the same glare he had leveled enemies with. “Boy, you have five seconds to explain yourself before I send you to the afterlife.”

“Dad, c’mon. We were playing outside and she tripped. No big deal, I swear.”

“Tunks says I might get a scar like you, Papa!” Bra announced excitedly.

“Bra!” Trunks hissed with desperation, begging her to stop making the situation worse.

Vegeta tightened his fingers over his daughter. “Oh, he better hope you don’t. Trunks, go make breakfast. Your mother worked late last night, so you’d best be quiet. I’ll deal with your lack of common sense regarding the care of your sister later.”

Trunks made a sour face but dragged himself off to the kitchen without further protest. Vegeta shifted Bra’s weight in his arms, brushing back her fly-away hair. “Let’s get you fixed up.”

“Okay.”

He carried her to the bathroom and set her on the sink. “Is this the only place you’re hurt?” he asked, looking at the graze on her knee. It was already scabbing over. Thank you Saiyan genes. 

“Uh-huh.”

Such a wound for a Saiyan was inconsequential, but he wasn’t about to take any chances with his little girl. He cleaned the wound and dug around in the cabinet, pulling out a box of all-purpose band-aids. 

“Nuh-uh, not dose ones. I wannit the ones with the staw-bees!”

Vegeta sighed and kept searching.

“Papa?”

“Hn?”

“You have lotsa scars.”

Glancing down, he saw Bra scrutinizing his torso. It was the same look Bulma gave when puzzling out a malfunctioning invention.

“Did you fall down too?” his daughter inquired.

If anyone else accused him of tripping over, Vegeta would have ended them. Permanently. But Bra’s world-view was small and innocent. She meant no insult, and she certainly couldn’t comprehend the suffering or horror that he had endured and inflicted to earn his scars. Like hell he was going to ruin that innocence just yet. 

“…Something like that.”

“Oh… You’re really clumsy, Papa.”

His cheek twitched. Thankfully Bulma wasn’t around to hear that one; he never would have lived it down. 

“So it would seem. But what’s important is that I picked myself up again. Every time.”

Her little brow furrowed with contemplation. “You didn’t cry?”

A few unpleasant memories resurfaced. “…Only when it really mattered.”

She fell silent, and he resumed his search for the bandaids.

Ah. Finally. A box of bandaids with cartoon strawberries smiling obscenely at him was tucked away in the far back corner. Someone really needed to organize this cabinet better. Vegeta dug it out and peeled open a plaster, smoothing it over his daughter’s knee.

“How’s that?”

Bra lifted her leg to examine his handiwork. “It’s crooked.”

“Then fall more symmetrically next time.”

She laughed, her whole face lighting up. At least someone got his sense of humor. The sound was infectious, wriggling under his skin and easing the tension in his body he wasn’t aware he carried. 

Despite himself, he smiled back. “Alright, Princess. Let’s go check on your brother.”

“Okay.” She made grabby hands, and Vegeta picked her up. As they walked towards the kitchen, her chubby fingers traced a scar on his shoulder.

“Papa, did your Papa help fixit your hurts too?”

His mouth thinned. His father? Now that was an old wound. Time had mostly healed it over but it still stung when dug at. “No, he didn’t.”

Couldn’t.

Or wouldn’t.

A side-glance found Bra watching him with big blue eyes. He stopped his thoughts before they ruined the morning. 

“What do you think Mommy would like for breakfast?”

Bra gasped and bounced in his arms, excited to know the answer. “Staw-bee pancakes!”

Vegeta smiled and carried her off to the kitchen as she chanted the words over and over.

~xox~

 Bra wasn’t watching where she put her spoon. It missed her mouth, smearing mashed sweet potato over her cheek. She rubbed the mess away with the back of her hand, eyes fixed on her parents. 

Papa sat on a kitchen stool, his face as grumpy as the troll in her Saturday morning cartoons, only the troll didn’t usually bleed bright red from a cut on his brow. Mommy was sewing up Papa’s hurt. he didn’t look happy about it, but still he allowed her to fix him. After all, Mommy was very good at fixing broken things; she had fixed her toys more than once.

“Can’t you and Son ever go easy on each other?” Bulma asked.

“Tch. That is not how true warriors train. Besides, I gave Kakarot as good as I got, and more.”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Bra adjusted her spoon and this time found her mouth. Blergh. Her nose scrunched at the taste of cold vegetables. With a careful glance to make sure her parents weren’t watching, she spat the food back on her plate.

“This is entirely unnecessary,” Vegeta grumbled. “You know it will heal on its own.”

“Not before bleeding all over the damn place. Besides, it’s deep enough that it might scar, and I think you have enough of those.” Bulma finished her stitches and put a bandage over the wound. With a warm smile she leaned in, nudging her nose to Vegeta’s. “There. As rugged as that might look, I’ve grown fond of your face the way it is.”

He huffed, his large hands grabbing Bulma’s hips and pulling her closer. “Why do I tolerate you?”

Bulma nuzzled his cheek. “Let’s go to bed and I’ll remind you.”

He started to smile, but then his eyes slid to the side where Bra was still pretending to eat. “Echalotte.” She snapped upright at his sharp tone. “Did you finish your dinner?”

Her plate was mostly untouched. “Uh… not yet, Papa.”

“Stop dawdling.”

Her head lowered at his reprimand. Papa rarely told her off; she didn’t much care for the experience. Sullenly, Bra pushed her vegetables about on her plate, kicking her feet into the kitchen counter below.

“I’m going to wash off,” Vegeta said, and left Bulma to pack up the first aid kid. 

Still sulking, Bra smooshed her peas into her plate. “Mommy?”

“Yes honey?”

“Why do you helpit Papa? I don’t think he likes getting fixed.”

Bulma laughed. “Ah, your father just thinks he’s too tough for help. But truth is, he’s not used to getting any and doesn’t know how to ask for it.”

“He doesn’t know how?” Bra asked, amazed there was something Papa couldn’t do.

“Nope. So I just help him.”

Bra reflected on that as she swirled her food into paste. Papa was always helping her and Tunks and Mommy and even the whooooole universe from evil bad guys. It didn’t seem fair that he couldn’t ask for help in return. 

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks for helping Papa.”

Bulma smiled and came to sit by her. “Of course.” She brushed Bra’s bangs out of her face. “That’s what families do: help each other. Because we love each other, right?”

Bra beamed. “Right!”

“Now finish your dinner.”

“Ugh,” Bra whined, dropping her head forward in defeat.

~xox~

 Blood splattered the ground where Vegeta walked. His wife would be pissed. Bulma hated when he made a mess but in a roundabout way, this was her fault. Sure, he might have asked Bulma to increase the intensity of the training bots but she was the one who exceeded his expectations. If he didn’t know any better, he would think his wife was trying to kill him.

Goddamn she was amazing.

Still, he had underestimated her upgrades and now suffered the consequences. With some luck, he hoped to make it to the bathroom before anyone noticed.

He limped passed the living room where Bulma’s mother was keeping an eye on Bra. 

“Oh my!” Panchy exclaimed. “Vegeta sweety, don’t you look a fright.”

So much for not getting noticed.

At Panchy’s announcement, Bra’s head jerked up from her coloring book, her eyes going wide seeing the state of her father. “Papa! You’re hurt again?”

He paused. “It’s nothing. Keep drawing.”

Bra ignored him, hurrying over and grabbing his hand. It made his heart tighten to see how tiny her fingers were compared to his. Bra examined his wounds, her brow furrowing mightily. What had got her so worked up? She had seen him injured before. But before he could ask, Bra sprang off down the hall. “Wait, Papa. I’ll helpit!”

Ah, goddamn it. Off to fetch her mother, no doubt. With a heavy sigh, Vegeta followed. May as well get this over with. 

But he didn’t get far. The patter of little feet heralded Bra’s return, a box of bandaids held in her chubby hands. She looked at him with the same determination he had seen countless times on her mother’s face.

“Okay, Papa. Let Bra take good care of you!”

Well fuck. How could he say no to that?

With a sigh, he sunk into a sitting position before her, and allowed his daughter to play nurse.

Just like her mother. 

“You have so many hurts,” Bra tutted as she stuck plaster after plaster on him. At least it wasn’t the goddamn strawberry ones. “Don’t worry, Papa. Families helpit each other.”

He peeled open an eye to look at his daughter’s earnest face. Family… Did he ever imagine he could have such a precious family after everything that had happened to him?

Bra was opening another plaster when he scooped her up into his arms and hugged her tight.

“Aren ilgnen kalor, Echalotte,” he whispered fiercely in her ear.

“Papa!” she squealed, and soon her laughter filled the corridor as he tickled her sides and nommed her tiny neck.

 ~xoXox~

[lazybakerart]

I hate what they did with 001. Instead of making him a product of the lab/brenners experiments, the did the lazy thing. Making him 'unfeeling' and 'not-geting-people', why demonize mental illness like that. They tried everything to make Brenner look less guilty in the process. Everybody gets to redeem themselves except the one person who is redeemable. They just killed him. Boring.

what they're doing with brenner is - confusing. i wouldn't call it redemption, though.

my hope is, in vol. 2, el will get her powers back for good and kill brenner. i hope she's just using him and doesn't actually fall for his papa bull.

as for 001 - they just wanted to shoot their shot for an iconic 80s villain like freddie or jason and the landing is wobbly at best.

considering the writing for s4, it's probably better billy isn't there.

[metalthemechanicalmenace]

"you wouldent" metal snarled, but he was fucking TERIFYED, papa was in a verry vurnurable state right now, and geting him involved in a fight would be verry bad news

Where you at. I’m ready to settle this. You are a mistake and I’ll show you why. My fathers put extra thought into my design, you’ve been warned.

- Chaos Sonic

"im right here, bootleg" metal sonic tapped at the window, how did he get there??

[royalsnow-odette]

So..seeing how Sarada started gaining hate over this pasage,I decided to give my honest opinion,from the perspective of my own self who grew in the same shoes as Sarada did,without a parent for a long time or just with frequent visits.

First of all,Sarada should NOT get hate for this. Before Sasuke came into the picture,the only father figure she truly pretty much had was Naruto. Even if she got close to him only in Gaiden,it doesen't mean that she did not admire him sooner considering she and Boruto were childhood friends (as being said in the anime). It's completely normal that when you are craving for a father figure,to imagine your life with your current father figure and how things would have turned out if that respective father figure would have been their biological father.As you can see,Sarada is using past tense when talking to Kawaki about it,which means that Sarada is using her own past experience to explain to Kawaki,Naruto's intentions.She no longer feels that way because now she actually got to know Sasuke and got to love her father.

It's not easy for a child to grow up without a parent even if it's parents absence was for good intentions. Sasuke's absence was really harsh on Sarada and even if we are past Gaiden arc now,it doesen't mean that she no longer felt affected by the past actions.It was something that hurt her in the past.Now she is happy and loves Sasuke as a father and enjoys her family (as being shown in chapter 36).

It’s sad but she was talking about the past. and do you think her past frustrations that her father wasn’t there besides her, unlike the other fathers, for years long, and for not knowing anything abt him and their own clan could be completely forgotten just like that? try to see things from her point of view as well, from a daughter who had thirst of the presence of a father up until Gaiden. the fact that she could open up abt it to Kawaki in past tense shows that things has changed now. I think that’s what Kodachi did in this chapter, as well as to make Kawaki understands why Naruto would do so much as caring for him, a stranger. what she felt is realistic. sad but realistic.

and it’s bullshit saying that Sarada suddenly ain’t Sasuke’s daughter anymore bcs of this scene... yes I’ve seen someone saying stuff like that. Or even that Sarada constantly praises Naruto but bashes Sasuke. Somone even complained that she never praises her father for his efforts in protecting the world.Well,maybe she would if she actually knew what he was doing.Keep in mind,she has no idea what Sasuke is doing during these missions.All she knows is that he's gone in an important missions (something she later confirmed in the anime as well.) even though just two chapters ago Kodachi wrote Sarada being elated about the news of Sasuke coming home... she loves her father as a family now (felt sad abt him having to leave in Gaiden 700+10) and is feeling proud of him and what he is doing (based on the novels).

Sarada is forever Sasuke’s daughter and Sasuke is forever Sarada’s father. I believe the present Sarada no longer wishes for anyone else as her own father other than Sasuke.Even if the situation was reversed... if it was Sakura who wasn’t present in Sarada’s life for years and Sarada didn’t understand the reason behind it so she thought (in past tense) what if another woman was her mother instead and proceed to say how jealous she was of the other children with their mothers... it would still be completely understandable. It’s sad and wished things would be different, but I wouldn’t call it disgusting bcs it’s realistic. and I wouldn’t easily claim Sarada isn’t Sakura’s daughter anymore.

So please stop this nonsensical hate on Sarada because she does NOT deserve it for having the right to imagine a future with her father figure in absence of her real father.That was in the past and as a child who grew up in the same conditions as Sarada,she has ALL THE RIGHT to feel the way she did. In PAST TENSE. Sarada doesen't deserve any hate from the SasuSaku fans nor any fans in general.Try puting yourself in her shoes before criticising her.As clever as she is,she was and still is a child,but now she loves her papa more than ever. And that is the truth. 

If this paragraph truly made you dislike Sarada for having felt that way in the PAST then you probably never truly liked Sarada to begin with. Especially if you believe that in the present she still feels this way after constantly proving how much she loves her father.  

I am truly dissapointed in any SasuSaku/Sarada fan for twisting her words just for the sake of disliking her or geting angry at her without even at least trying to look at Sarada to begin with. It's easy to hate,but hard to understand. You should know her better.

[bwoahtastic]

Max knocking on his papa’s door one night and it’s really late already and Toto is supposed to drive him back to his dorm tomorrow. He’s beating himself up for needing his papa’s when he’s supposed to be an adult but he’s two seconds away from another breakdown. Lewis tells him to come in and he just flings himself at Lewis and immediately starts crying, and it’s those terrible sobs and he can’t breathe in between them. Everything’s just gotten too much and his head feels too dark and heavy and he’s so fucking scared right now. Toto and Lewis immediately jumping into action and cuddling their boy in between them and trying to calm him down. Toto gently asking what brought this on, if it’s about going back to school tomorrow. And Max just presses his phone into Toto’s hands. All the cruel things Jos has been sending him is open and Toto is fuming as he scrolls through hundreds and hundreds of messages telling Max that he won’t ever be good enough, not for Jos and definitely not for the family that got stuck with him. Max whispering to Lewis that he’s trying, he really is, it’s just hard right now. Lewis kisses his forehead and tells him they love him so much, and nothing can ever change them. He’s their softy alpha that attracts animals and falls asleep with his little brother when he’s had a bad day. He’s perfect just the way he is. Max sobs harder at that because he’s not in a place where he can believe that right now. Although Toto and Lewis are really happy that Max said something, they’re also really worried about having to send him back to classes when he’s not in a good headspace. Maybe they ask the school for a sabbatical while he works on his mental health. Of course Charles is there all the way to help Max. They also find out Max has been hiding this from Charles too. The poor pup has been dealing with all of this alone. Max also maybe admitting that Jos keeps showing up in public spaces to try and intimidate him? And that’s why Max was so scared to go back to campus, because Jos would know where he is

nngg max just struggling asking for help and comfort so much and its a big win when he dares to go to Toto and lewis when he is almost having a panic attack again. He knocks so lightly cos he doesnt dare to try harder, but lewis still answers and calls him to come in and suddenly finds himself with his arms full of Maxy!!

Toto was in the shower but rushes to try off and put n his pjs when he hears Max and smells his despair so strongly over his shower gel even. Toto joining them on the bed and asking what is wrong and Max just sobs and hands him his phone, and Toto's face just darkens when he reads the treats and taunting messages... Toto is just flabbergasted that someone could be so cruel, first of all deserting his child and then taunting him for being weak and unloved, and claiming that even Toto and lLewis dont love him?

Toto and Lewis reassuring him they love him and whipering about all the things they love about MAx and that they are so proud he is their son! And Max struggles to believe them but is at least relieved to have told Toto and Lewis about it, and they just talk al night and try to get Max to feel better, and when the sun starts ro rise, Toto asks if MAx wants to go back to campus or stay home a while longer, and then max starts crying again saying he wants to be home cos he is sfraid of Jos finding him on campus more easily, and that Jos has found him before... Max geting to take time off, or maybe just follow one or two classes online. Charles visiting as much he can and he is so distraught to learn what was going on cos he had no idea! Poor thing crying and apologing for not figuring it out for them sooner... Lewis and Toto reassure him thats not his responsibility and he is helping so much!!

Max eventually taking a parttime job at a daycare and just finding out how much he loves working with kids and helping them draw and other stuff? And yes, a voice still tells him that that is no job for an Alpha and he is weak, but it makes him happy

[peacheenie]

hl1/2 gordon scentric hc time

im rly feeling half life in this chillis tonight so....some....hc’s about everyones favourite free man, i have a lot so enjoy

-he’s actually mute and uses sign language but only about 50% of the time cuz people either don’t know what he’s saying or he can’t do it whilst holding like 20 different guns/weapons to protect himself so instead he makes big gestures a lot or writes down what hes trying to say (pretty much everyone at black mesa could understand him via sign language so he was very comfortable using it, during hl2 however he has to keep reminding himself not everyone is fluent and it frustrates him to no end)

-when he tries to speak it hurts and the most sound he can make is mumbles or little sqeaks so if theres ever a time he needs to alert someone to dangers reeeal quick he ends up hurting his throat a lot to try and make some kind of warning noise thats loud enough, he can hum tho and enjoys humming along to music as well as when he’s signing to try and convey some kind of emotion along with his facial features of which he emotes a LOT

-his hand writing looks like that of an actual dotors and its neat cursive but very hard to read so if he’s trying to write as a form of communication he just defaults to caps with big spaces inbetween and people (barney) tease him about it constantly (barney)

- hes incredibly short sighted without his glasses and ends up squinting a lot without them on and since he’s usualy default bitch facing he just looks very angry all the time when really he just cant see anything please dont be offended sir he didnt mean to upset you

-is actually very scared all the time abt like everything, hes literally just a scientist who just happened to be “the right man in the wrong place” and was just so determined to try and save those around him during the cascade that he pushed thorough his fears and anxiety to try and get the job done but he def has some form of ptsd after it all, barnicles specifically really freak him out because getting strangled and slowly lifted off of the ground into a row of razor sharp teeth is fucking TERRIFYING and he wouldnt wish it on anyone

-only reason he knows how to use guns is because barney would regularly take him down to the shooting range during their breaks and they’d see who could shoot straightest after a few drinks, barney would always win.

-after hl1 when he was put into stasis and he wakes up in hl2 hes lost like 20 years of his life and hates that fact terribly, all his friends have aged around him but hes still in his 20′s when he shouldnt be and he hates it so fucking much

-he also finds himself missing the feeling of the HEV suit terribly during the begining of his re-awakening in city 17, he’d grown so used to the feeling of it on him and keeping him safe that it makes him anxious without it and the cold air on his hands is also uncomfortable so he prefers wearing gloves all the time, when he finally gets the HEV suit back it feels like a weight has been lifted and he can finally stop worrying, the suits voice is also a comforting sound beccause its familiar and a sign that he’s not alone, same goes with the healing station and suit charging noises; they’re a comforting sound to hear and he enjoys humming along to the vrwwwrrrr vrrwwrrr vrwrrrrwr the machine makes when he plugs into the port

-he worries about overdosing on the healing stations a lot though; the morphone they give out is indefinite and once during the casade he’d passed out from taking to much and woken up to a zombie very slowly approaching him from down a corridoor but with how drowzy he was it was it was a horrible struggle to lift the gun and fire between dozing in and out

-he gets attached to people quickly since also during the cascade days he’d regularly meet people in danger who only had him to keep them safe so he tries his absolute hardest to make sure he can protect people even if that means he gets shot in the process, the suit usually protects him/heals him anyway so he’s used to it and if theres danger he almost default/automatically moves infront of people to make sure they’re okay without any concern for his own safety

-he also reeeally likes antlions and will pet them any chance he gets, he tried to do it when he first saw them and almost lost a hand so it makes him upset he has to kill them but when he finally gets the bug bite from the vorts? ohhhhohohoh he pets so many antlions, it again makes him sad he has to use them as like fodder for turrets and stuff but if an antlion comes back to him after taking down a turret or killing a combine he gives them extra pets and becomes a very proud papa

-since hes technically in his 30′s (and would be nearing his 40′s had he not been in stasis) he feels more of a big brother/fatherly bond toward Alyx since he’d also met her as a baby and finds any romantic involvement with her awkward, (so Elli’s comment on him “wanting grandkids” he ends up slapping the man on the arm with a frown to which Eli just laughs) this doesn’t help his attachment issue though so when they have to seperate to do things away from the other he worries for her safety even though she constantly assures him she can take care of herself and he KNOWS she can. he still really can’t help but worry though...

after hl2 ep2:

-when eli dies i dont like to think they all straight away go to mossman and instead get to spend some time mourning at the base, this gives gordon some time to finally sit down and relax for a little bit but he finds it incredibly hard to even take off the HEV suit at first because to him there was no passage of time between being put into stasis and waking up in city 17 all those years later; he’d closed his eyes, went into the portal and then the next second awakened in a completely unfamiliar place, in unfamiliar clothes with unfamiliar people (he definitely had a panic attack before geting off that very first train) and the thought of that happening again when he’s not prepared is terrifying.

-when he does finally take off the suit (after a lot of helping and reasuring from alyx, kleiner and barney a LOT from barney; theyre very good friends (;) he takes to wearing very comfy and heavy clothes such as jumpers, ponchos etc as well as a bullet proof vest because it makes him feel safe, the HEV suit gloves he retires entirely cuz theyre gross, definitely covered in his own blood and have been through hell so instead he has a bunch of different pairs he cycles through depending on how he feels that people around the base give him after learning about his fondness towards them

-he secretly carries a gun around with him even when they’re not in any danger becaus it’s another added layer of security and becaus he literally can’t trust things to not go bad EVER; now though nothing will go wrong again on his watch because he’ll be ready for it!! this really doesn’t help with his nerves though since he’s constantly looking for something to go wrong

scene specific hc’s:

-i always think abt that one specific sene in the train that gets derailed where alyx is trapped by a stalker and gordon has to pull it away with his gravity gun and i always imagine him franticly pulling it away with so much alarm on his face and such panic, when shes free though and has to stop to catch her breath gordon would give her a hug and make sure she’s okay cuz it must have been terrifying to have that thing screaming inches from ur face, gordon just instantly  goes into protect mode

-another scene that always comes to mind is when you first encounter an advisor and it makes that horrid loud noise where alyx is holding her head; i imagine gordon almost dropping the gravity gun in a panic to try and cover his ears because he doesn’t handle loud noises too well and it freaks him out so much alyx has to help him get out of the room since he kind of locks up on hearing it

-same goes when you get trapped by an advisor in a barn and almost become food for it; gordon is absolutely terrified at getting so up and close without being able to move that when it finally does drop him he starts hyperventilating and alyx has to protect him from the oncoming combine for a little while before he can catch his breath

-last scenes but some of my favorites are the ENTIRE sections of gordon being up close with breen, 

first being the teleporter malfunctioning and when gordons heavy breathing i imagine hes trying super hard not to start freaking out/hyperventilating and when breens doing his “i want that twink obliterated” spiel and then looks up and says his name, gordon almost looses it and internally is like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

second is when youre trapped in that like...metal contraption thing the stalkers are carried in and brought to breens officce and that entire section where breen is talking directly TO YOU i just adore it becausee gordon would have been looking away awkwardly unable to actually respond and furrowing his eyebrows at the nerve breen has upon thinking you would ever agree to any such terms and would definitely also spit in breens face as a response just like alyx did since he can’t use words

okay that is all, if you read all of these you’re amazing and i love u and also gordon hes an amazing “character” because i can insert as many of my own quirks into him as i please because valve literally never gave him a personallity :^)

[zandyin]

Title: Home for the Holidays Game: Devil Summoner Raidou Kuzunoha vs King Abbadon, Strange Journey Rating: G, bugs and alcohol are mentioned in this Characters: Junya (SJ MC), Jimenez (SJ), Raidou Kuzunoha XIV, Dahn Tsukigata Other Things: A late xmas related drabble about Junya geting gifts from his parents. It’s very sappy. Takes place in that weird AU where Raidou and Dahn are SJ MC’s parents. Word Count: ~900

Junya curiously poked at a plastic ornament hanging off the tiny tree Jimenez had placed on the kitchen bar. Their small, sparsely furnished apartment didn't have many suitable surfaces to display their Christmas tree, unless a sofa and coffee table that had seen better days counted. Junya absently recalled Jimenez saying they'd buy more furniture, including another bed so they'd each have their own, by the end of the year. Come to think of if, Jimenez had said that last year, too...

"Hee-ho Delivery!"

Jimenez, currently browsing the internet from the comforts of the sofa, looked up at the door then to Junya. "You expecting a package?"

Junya shook his head, already on his way to answer the door. When he opened it, he knew to look down.

"Macca, please!" Jack Frost thrust his hand out with no reserve. "No macca, no package-ho!" He tilted his head to gesture to the nondescript package underneath his arm.

After staring into the voids that made up Jack Frost's face, Junya closed the door.

"Hey-ho! This is a special delivery from Summoner Kuzunoha Raidou and Mr. Tsukigata Dahn!"

Junya opened the door again, this time with a half-eaten container of various holiday themed cookies in his hands. He shoved the container in Jack Frost's free hand and swiftly took the package in exchange. The door closed again before the delivery demon could let out another hee-ho.

"What was that about? I heard your parents' names," Jimenez said.

"Tipping the delivery man. That's what Americans do, right?" Junya shrugged. He could hear the soft crunch of cookies being eaten from behind the door.

"Haha, well, depends but cookies aren't a tip, man." Jimenez's tone clearly indicated he couldn't care less. He got up to sit at the kitchen bar, where Junya had moved to place the decent size package.

"It's from my parents."

"Yeah, I understood that much," Jimenez grinned. "Open it. Maybe they sent something fun."

"That's what I'm afraid of..." despite his uncertainty, he was already carefully cutting the tape.

The cardboard folded back to reveal a much nicer box inside. The deep red wood top contained a burn in of the Tsukigata family crest and summoner crest. A neatly folded letter sat atop it, addressed to Junya in masterful calligraphy - Raidou's work, no doubt.

An impressed whistle came from Jimenez. "Your dads didn't hold back on the packaging."

Junya raised his brows, still suspect of the ornate box before him. He unfolded the letter and looked over it quietly.

The text was separated into two distinct parts. The first was Raidou's writing, just as impressive as his calligraphy.

Dearest son,

Have you been doing well? In my aging bones I have felt nostalgia for the time when you were no taller than my knees, enraptured with the wild that surrounds Tsukigata village. Once you moved from Japan, I found this thought more often crossing my mind. To help you celebrate your new home, I've sent a reminder of your childhood in the hopes you may cherish your roots.

By the way, are you celebrating the holidays with anyone special? Merry Christmas!

Please give my regards to Jimenez,

Father

Junya ignored the doodle of a mistletoe above Jimenez name.

Dahn's text, quick paced and rugged, followed right after.

Son,

I speak for both your father and I when I say we are proud of the man you grew up to be. You have Tsukigata blood coursing through your veins, after all! Even though you are an independent Tsukigata man, don't forget to visit your folks once in a while. We miss you. Your father doesn't miss your collection, but he said he is willing to make an exception if you move back in.

Enjoy the bottle of whisky. It was one of the few bottles we recovered during the rebuilding of the mansion.  We wanted to drink this with you when you reached adulthood, but you inherited my desire for freedom before that time would come.

Take care of yourself,

Papa

After some silence, Jimenez nudged Junya's arm. "Well? Some of us can't read Japanese."

"..."

Junya did not seem to hear Jimenez’s question. He began to open the wooden box. The first thing he saw was the familiar window cut of a Tsukigata clan bug cage. The cage was pristine, freshly made and placed carefully in laid black silk, to the left of the box. He lifted it from its silk cradle to admire the craftsmanship. It was Dahn's work, his skills untarnished by his age. He turned it upside down to look at the bottom. It had been marked with the summoner crest.

The right side of the box was a double wall glass container with sections showcasing a few specially packed bug eggs. Raidou had hand printed the nicknames the Junya of decades ago had given each bug and affixed it to the glass, but Junya's keen eye didn't need any assistance in identifying the bugs he favored during childhood.

Lastly, there was a bottle of whisky tucked in the center with two sparkling clear glasses packaged neatly below it.

"Booze, a fancy bug cage, and some bugs, huh. You did mention collecting bugs as a kid," Jimenez mused. He glanced at the letter that now lay next to the box but did not inquire further.

"Yeah. I did." A rare, soften look appeared on Junya's face as he gently began taking out the contents of the package and placing it on the counter top.

"You okay?" Jimenez smiled knowingly, shifting his weight onto his arm propped on the bar counter.

Junya let out a barely audible wistful sigh. "Yeah. I am."

[ladyvegeets]

Are you still writing those sweet and fluffy one-shots of Vegeta and Bra having adorable father daughter moments?

You mean ‘Edible’? Short answer: yes. Long answer: Not anytime soon. I plan to write more but since it’s just fluffiness with no real ‘story’, I only update it when the mood strikes.

[jihyo-x]

(Think of Papa Emeritus gently wraping his arms around you and saying that's he's massively proud of you and he knows that you're gonna be able to get better and you got this because your way stronger then you belive and then the ghouls come and they wrap there arms around you and tell you the same thing

thank you for the hugs big papa and ghouls

[k-laconia-bug1]

[Someone pls make this a fanfiction or fanart]

Anyone who tries to court Izolda is faced with this meme

Izolda has entire protection squad she was not expecting that when she wondered into Lettenhove

Jaskier and all of the witchers significant others got a running pool on who can get their witcher to blush the most in a month

The mothers and grandmothers of Lettenhove have their own verison

By far Jaskier mom wins she making the ship names with Granny Pancratz and talking about adorable grandchildren and great grandchildren would be knowing full well both Geralt and Eskel can hear them

Mama Pancratz looks at Ciri and says your my grandchild now

Papa Pancratz nodding behind her

The Head butler geting out the family tree book

Any those poor people who would try to court any future Pancratz that's of age

Pankratz clan is known to other nobility as serial adopters

Mama Pancratz is going to motherhen Yennifer

No escapes her hugs No One

Destiny smiling down on her grandplan

And the witchers and Jaskier are very much attached the baby's named after them

They all have a very hard time trying not spoil them to much

The Head maid went off on a little search for the witchers birth certificates and she found them with a bit of her magic to bring to Mama Pancratz the head maid even found Vesemir's (She had to forge one for Yennifer)

Their all framed on a wall that has a tree painted on it along with all the other Pancratz certificates

The Pancratz also have in that room where each member puts their greatest achievements on the walls and in Jaskiers its a painting of Geralt smiling surrounded by children

The Witchers teared up a little when told they had a corner Izolda too along with Yennifer

Imagine Jaskier who was a knowledge sponge

And because of that he always had extra time growing up and grow bored easily so he started to babysit the kids in his village

He spent hours at the orphanage and tended to donate most of his allowance there and his parents encouraged it happy that there child was growing up into kind a person

Jaskier learnt medicine when his younger siblings fell ill refused to let anyone take care of them besides a doctor playing any and all instruments for his family and children

Then Jaskier went to oxenfurt and he went volunteered at their orphanage

And then Jaskier meets Geralt and he immediately falls in love with him

And it takes Geralt within a year to do the same

He watches as Jaskier turns everyone's feelings about witchers around with his songs and telling children the real story

Geralt sees how kids come up to him with zero fear all because of Jaskier

One winter instead of witchers going to kear morhen they go to Jaskiers home

And the first thing they see is Jaskier handing out heavy blankets he made by hand to the orphanage and new families preparing for winter

They see how Lettenhove is a safe haven for any creature

And Geralt just falling more inlove with Jaskier watching as he does these things

He watches as kids run up calling Jaskier Big brother or Uncle J

Ciri just having the time of her life spending time with Jaskier sisters and kids in lettenhove

Witchers seeing a glimpse of life without smelling a single ounce of fear or hate or anger

Jaskier family just adopting all of the witchers and Ciri