#THERE WAS EVEN A KID GRANDPA. HOW. how did i do that on accident

[4lph4kidz]

the problem with 'why don't you just make an oc' with homestuck specifically is that so much of what i like about homestuck's characters is reliant on the text to the point of being impossible to extricate or replicate. if i wanted i could absolutely take some of the elements i like to make ocs, and i probably will at some point, but it's not just the characters and their traits on their own, it's their place in and treatment by the text itself that is compelling to me

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Because I think I might get around writing for most of the men at some point for the future au I wanted to see or already arrange how many kids they would have

Jin would have two kids in complete accident, he was very happy by his father's discontent at his heir's lack of kids but things happened, the person who celebrated them the most was the grampa. Maybe two boys or a boy and a baby girl.

Thoma screams girl dad, doesn't he? Just imagine him braiding her hair for evening tea and being a menace to any boys she brings home with Alan if they break her heart, he is still a delinquent at heart.

For Luca I'm split between wanting him to have two boys to mirror him and his brother or a spoiled girl he plays knight for, sigh, such a hard decision...

Kaito, how did he reproduce?

Alan, two kids, one of each, no hesitation, he has a ‘little princess’ who he is nervous of hurting accidentally when he holds her but is as much of a wild beast as his brother. They like going hiking and getting chased by their dad when they get too close to a lake or too far away from the path.

In Leo’s scenario i see him with a daughter that managed to soften out his meanness (while she is around so she doesn't pick up on much of his sass, kids don't make miracles) and left him with another on the way that I also feel would be another girl. He is just a bit annoyed he doesn't have to redo the nursery for content but whatever.

Sho I KNOW that in his fic I said ‘nephew’ but imagine a baby girl that was playing with her family before she was even born and had you two scattering to find a girl's name at the hospital. It's just the beginning of her mischievous streak. Sho thinks it's his karma from being a thug as a teen.

I don't know why but I can see Romeo having three kids? Maybe because Gucci had like five kids or it's to a certain degree to assure himself the MC wants to stay with him and wouldn't leave out of the blue 💔 attachment issues bb.

Ritsu originally only wanted one child, he was an only child and was happy getting all the attention, but not everything went as he planned so he got twin boys.

Taiga, why would you do this to yourself??

Haru already has a son, peekaboo, but when he grows up he accidentally has a boy who he starts giving some minor tasks around, separating some leaves for the animals, brushing peekaboo’s hair, plucking weeds, etc etc. Don't look at him like that! He need all the help he can get.

Towa has girls! They like fairy tales with happy endings and always bother their dad to tell them your love story. When they become toddlers they go through a vegan phase to mimick him and will cry if they have meat or egg on their plate.

Ren was 99% sure he was going to die a virgin. He ends up with a girl he plays games with everyday after work. Borderline ipad kid.

Can grandpa Ed even have kids? Lol if he has I think I could see him with just one vampy baby that sits next to him and drinks tears off a sippy cup while his dad watches iceberg videos. Another ipad kid.

Rui (if somehow you broke his curse) is someone who I don't think would have kids, or at least not planned jajs but maybe one girl that he ends up overprotecting from playboy men like him in his youth.

Lyca I want to say they have a litter just for the joke of him being a werewolf but he doesn't seem to have any siblings so the joke doesn't get far :(

I see Subaru with only one child if any. He loves the little thing but feels he is intruding on their privacy, whenever he touches his preteen/teen kid he feels sorry enough to apologize.

I see Haku as someone who would be pretty chill with his life after Darkwick and go along with it as it happened. If you two had a child, great; if you didn't, great too. Very go with the flow parenting too.

Zenji he is dead wth jajajaj

Yuri NEEDS a little child that is always so impressed with their papa and he gets to brag about being the best or something. Please just don't let him be a strict teacher so your kid will follow his steps, he thinks it's for the best of their future but you can coerce him into just giving a very lengthy lecture about anomalous medicine without tests.

Jiro HAS to have a boy that is so similar to his uncle 🥹 always cooing since he is able to vocalize and chasing his dad around to get uppies while he tends to the backyard filled with herbs.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Part 4

Here's your next part of the Ghost!Robin fic for WIP Wednesday. I'm gonna start putting fic designation in the title field rather than WIP Wednesday because I think it makes it easier to read.

Also, everyone came out in numbers for last week's segment! Damn! Thank you and I'm glad so many of you are enjoying this little fic of mine. We'll probably get one more week of this before I go back to Bring Me Home, but it'll depend what I feel like. I want to rework some of what I have written next.

First, Previous

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Tim asked more details on the specs of the PDA which Danny happily answered. The things he built with Tucker were always his favorite inventions.

“So are you in school to become an engineer or something?” asked Dick who’d gotten Damian calmed down and sitting. The boy had gotten his knife back and was spinning it in his hands. Bruce seemed to be fondly exacerbated by the scene. Robin had pulled out a ghostly weapon and was trying to copy Damian’s movements, though he wasn’t quite as adept.

Danny shook his head to Dick’s question. “Nah. Hard to get into engineering school when you fail high school.” Danny narrowed his eyes as Damian’s mouth opened, but Dick whispered in his ear again and the boy didn’t say anything.

“I ended up dropping out of high school and getting a GED,” said Tim. “It can work just as well.”

Robin was nodding along and pointing at himself, too. Had he died before he could complete his schooling, too?

“I’m sure. It’s just not a priority for me right now. I don’t need one for my job and I can’t become an astronaut because of my accident when I was fourteen.”

Dick was nodding, but Tim looked confused and asked, “Fourteen? I thought you had your accident when you were older?”

“Why would you think that?” Had he or Jazz made any reference to when his accident was? “No, it happened when I was fourteen. A few weeks before I started my freshman year of high school.

Before Tim could ask anything else, Steph called out from the other side of the room. “Did you say you wanted to be an astronaut? Totally awesome. What made you pick that?”

“I honestly don’t know why everyone doesn’t want to be astronauts! Space is so cool. We can learn so much about the universe by studying it in closer detail. And with how many aliens are now living at least part time on Earth, it only makes sense to explore and see what else might be out there.”

Bruce nodded at him. “I am sorry you aren’t able to become one.”

Danny just waved a hand in the air. “I came to terms with it a long time ago. And my current job is fine. Might not be what I would’ve chosen, but I’ve made it work for me.” Deciding he should change the subject before someone had the brilliant idea to ask more about his accident or job, he asked, “So what is for dinner, anyway? You’ve all talked about how amazing the food is, but what are we having?”

Someone tried to speak up, but Jason held up a hand. “I’m the one who helped Alfie cook. Demon-brat is vegetarian so we have a vegetarian curry. If you like meat, there’s a prime rib roast. Then a half dozen different sides—vegetables, rice, potatoes. Huge salad with all the fixings and a dozen different dressings to choose from. And dessert after.”

“Damn, that sounds amazing. I haven’t had a good home cooked meal in ages, so I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Has your Grandpa been keeping you that busy?” asked Jazz.

“That, but also getting things in order to take this evening off. There’s just been a lot. I’m spending the night at yours, by the way.”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

Danny knew he could rely on Jazz.

“Ooh, do you have any good stories about Jazz as a kid?” asked Jason.

Laughing, Danny said, “So many! But I don’t think we’ll be able to get to those tonight. I’ve a feeling you’ll be interested in other things by that point.” At his words, Robin grinned and pointed at himself. Danny gave him a slight nod to confirm that yes, they’d be talking about him.

Before Jason could ask for clarification, Alfred came in to announce dinner was ready.

Robin cheered and flew over to sit on Alfred’s shoulders, hand extended, to lead the way to the dinning room. Danny couldn’t hold back the chuckle and Jazz shot him a look which he ignored.

“There better be a place setting for you, Alfie!” called Jason as they followed.

“You made your opinion quite clear, Master Jason. And as I wish to meet your young lady and her brother as well, I have set myself a plate at the main table.”

Tim leaned over to whisper to Danny. “Alfred considers his role as butler very important. He rarely eats with the rest of us unless we join him in the kitchen.”

Danny nodded to show he understood, but had no idea how to actually reply to that. It seemed needlessly complicated.

Once they made it to the dining room, Danny grinned as Robin did a flip off of Alfred’s shoulders and landed sitting down on one of the place settings facing the associated chair. He bit his cheek to keep from laughing as Jason sat down at that same place. Jazz took a seat next to him and Danny sat to her other side. Dick ended up sitting next to him.

The scents of all the food wafting off the table made his mouth water and he closed his eyes just to breathe it in. “This smells amazing. Thanks Alfred. And Jason.”

Even Robin had moved to look over every dish, reaching out a hand to try and take something and sighing when he just phased through it.

Even Jazz looked a bit overwhelmed at the quantity of food. “This is so much effort. You didn’t have to do all this just for Danny and me.”

Bruce smiled at her. “It is so rare for all of us to be together for dinner so we make a spectacle of it any time it happens. And this is the first time Jason has ever brought anyone with him which makes it an even bigger event.”

Danny nudged her. “So, Jazz, what’s it like living with someone who can cook?”

Jason laughed. “Jazz isn’t allowed in the kitchen. You know, I caught her grabbing my chef’s knife before going into the fridge the other day!”

Danny furrowed his brow. “Of course she did. It’s a fridge.”

“Wait, is that a family trait? Why do you grab a knife to open the fridge? There’s gotta be a good story behind that.”

Before Danny could make the obvious statement regarding attacking food, Jazz elbowed him. “We’ll tell you later. It has to do with our parents and that’s a large topic and not one we should get into now.”

Before Danny could ask any questions about what the big deal was, Dick nudged him. “Which do you want—curry or beef?”

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Ignoring all of it, Danny shook his head and answered Dick. “Nah. Hard to get into college when you fail high school and are legally dead.”

Multiple people, including Jason, exclaimed at that statement and he looked to Jazz.

“Did Jazz not tell you about that? Our parents swear they saw my ghost and had me declared legally dead. I was missing at the time so the coroner agreed. Sighting the ghost of a missing person is all you need to confirm death in Amity.”

Under her breath, Jazz added, “You were only missing because they had you.”

Danny elbowed her and quietly chirped a Safe now.

Bruce was no longer smiling and was looking at Danny with narrowed eyes. “Your parents had you declared dead.”

“Yeah. It’s fine, though. I’ve an amazing doctor if I get into trouble. My grandfather is watching out for me. I’m financially stable. My partners are able to rent an apartment large enough for all three of us. I have other places to stay when I’m traveling. Honestly, it doesn’t impact my life all that much. Just means I’m not gonna go to college. And only reason I wanted to go to college was to be an astronaut, but my health makes that impossible.”

“Hn…” Bruce hummed.

And Danny had no idea what that meant, but Robin was now laughing, and Dick was exchanging grins with Tim, and Steph and Cass were whispering together. Damian was glaring at him even harder, blade hilt gripped in his hand. These people were strange.

Danny looked over at Jazz who shrugged. Jason was glaring at Bruce and said, “Don’t you dare.”

“Look, it’s really not a big deal. I know it’s kinda a messed up situation, but ghosts are generally treated really well in Amity. As well as any living human, at least. So long as you avoid the Guys in White and my parents that is. So outside of interactions with them, nothing has changed.”

“If you are ever in need of a place to stay or a meal or anything, you’ll have a room here,” offered Bruce.

Robin landed on Danny’s shoulders and was sending out happy-celebrate feelings. Steph handed Cass a few bills. Tim and Dick mimed giving each other fist bumps. Jason put his head in his hands and groaned. Duke was grinning at them all.

Damian half stood and said, “Father—!”

But Dick was at his side and pulling him back down to the couch with an arm around his shoulders, hand over his mouth, and whispering into his ear before he could do more than say the one word.

“Seriously, it’s not a big deal.” Trying to think of anyway to change the subject, he asked, “So what’s for dinner, anyway?”

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The celebration post for 100 followers will be going out in another day or two! I've just had a really busy few weeks and didn't do as much writing as I was hoping for. But I hope to finish writing today and then I'll just take a few hours to edit.

[faithrainee]

It hurts me so bad to think about Peter B Parker's story. This man lost his parents either at a young age or at an age he could somewhat remember them. Which in itself is traumatic, and painful, and changes a person for the rest of their life. How many birthdays did he go without having his parents with him? How many school events did he have no parent to take with him? "Take your dad to school day" isn't the same when your uncle, who you do love dearly, is the only masculine figure you can take to school. I can't imagine the looks, the conversations with teachers, the, "Is that your grandpa, bud?" questions that he probably was asked for years.

Then he loses his uncle. In ATSV we see its probably a sudden thing. Probably an accident or a crime being committed against him. Something along those lines. No one deserves that. How painful must it be to say you're the man of the house, the only man in the house, at 14, 15, 16+ years of age?

He becomes Spiderman. Its probably amazing, probably freeing and thrilling and- it's probably traumatic, let's be honest here. This is New York, I can only imagine the crimes he witnesses very young, if he got bit young like Miles. But even if he got bit as an older teen like some of the other spidermen, its still trauma. Getting hurt, seeing people die, being practically in charge of saving people. It takes a toll on you.

And then his aunt dies. And in ITSV his reaction to Aunt May's house hurts. He didn't want to even ring the doorbell. Why would he? She's gone. He doesn't want to see his dead aunt now alive, its not even his aunt. It's an interesting parallel to Miles seeing living Uncle Aaron. Miles hugs him and is shocked, rightfully so, but Peter doesn't react that way and its interesting to me.

And Peter has no one. He's actually alone. Besides MJ, and for a while I'm sure its okay. Until they divorce. He seems terrified of settling down, of having kids, of having people to take care of. Because realize, he had so many people that he likely feels he failed. They're gone because he couldn't save them. Why would he want kids? Why would he want to risk losing them? I saw someone post about how in ATSV Peter keeps Mayday close to him even in fights because he doesn't want to lose her. And I agree.

Peter is a clingy person, we see it with Miles. At the beginning of ITSV, Peter wants nothing to do with Miles, he wants to get back home and sulk and cry and be comfortable in his sadness.

And sure, comfort is nice, but he realizes caring for others feels so good. Loving others feels amazing. Being loved feels so warm. Being proud of others, being supported by others, being wanted and needed by others is the best feeling. It's uncomfortable, being so loved because he's afraid of losing it all. And after seeing Miguel lose his daughter, its likely worse. And after Miles feels betrayed by him for not visiting, for giving away his location, for planning not to tell him about his father's death, it's likely more worse.

He does not want to lose people again. He's happy and flippant and jokes around so much its funny on screen, but goddamnit is this man so full of hurt. He loves people so much, you can see it on screen. The way he teaches Miles in ITSV. The way he touches the people he loves, hugging Gwen and Miles close to show them pictures of his baby, holding Mayday close when he's feeling vulnerable, patting Miguel's shoulder to get him to loosen up, standing close to Miles trying to talk him down- he loves people and he loves them so big and he's just so scared to lose them.

[fandomwe1rd0]

Wrote a fic of Morty accidentally calling Rick "Dad"!

This was inspired by: Pass the Syrup, use this link to check out the story after this one!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57106087

The Smith family was sitting around a table together, eating the pancakes Beth made. Morty poked at it with his fork. The pancakes are dry, he thought bitterly. He looked up and saw Rick drowning his pancakes in syrup. The old man had an unusually prominent sweet tooth for a man his age. Morty sighed and asked, without thinking "Dad, can you pass the syrup." Jerry cocked an eyebrow and looked around. "I...don't have the syr..." Jerry's voice trailed off as his gaze fell to Rick who still had the syrup bottle in his hand. "Up..."

Summer glanced up from her phone, her eyes going over to Rick, her eyes spraked woth excitement as she began typing out something on her phone, Jerry looked to the floor, looking like Morty just kicked his dog, Beth looked over to Rick then back at Morty, and Rick looked up from the abomination he made to look at Morty, as he shrugged and held out the syrup while quirking up one part of his unibrow. Morty looked over at the family's faces at the table, wondering how the tension got so thick.Summer grinned wildly, quickly starting to record a tiktok "Morty, do that again! I just told my followers what happened and they want to see!" Morty blinked "Do what aga-" His eyes widened "Wait I-" Rick smirked "'Dad' huh?"

Morty's cheeks turned tomato red with embarrassmed mortification. He did not see Rick as a father figure! He barely even saw him as a grandfather! Sure Rick was always by his side, was his only friend, spent the majority of his time with him, and was a strong male pressence in Morty's life, he certainly did NOT see him as a dad! "It's just a mistake." Morty told him in his mind. "You just woke up." Morty looked up a saw Rick's cocky leer made his cheeks burn hotter "Shut up Rick! I-I meant to say 'hand over the syrup Rick!" Morty spat out.Jerry let out a dramatic gasp. "Morty! What happened to me being your dad?! Since when did your asshole grandpa take my place?!" Rick leaned back in his chair "Not my fault your kids like me bet-*burp*-ter Jerry." Morty felt his cheeks get hotter. I mean sure, Morty guesses that technically he liked Rick more, but that doesn't mean he sees Rick as a dad! "Summer likes her boyfriend more than Jerry. That doesn't mean she sees him as a father" Morty quickly corrected what he said in his mind "Dad. Summer likes her boyfriend more than Dad." snapped "Dad! Calm down!" Jerry insisted, standing up from his chair "I am calm!" He looked at Rick's furrowed expression, he fell in his chair "You gotta be kidding!" Rick grinned "2 for 1, huh? Maybe Summer will call me dad." Morty's eyebrows jumped when he realized what he said "Wait-I-I was talking to you Jerry! I-I mean Dad!" Jerry slumped in his chair. Rick made things worse, as always "Guess I not only took your position as man of house but as a dad as well."

Beth stared daggers at Rick "Dad!" Rick put his hands up "Hey, I didn't make th-*burp*-e kid call me 'Dad'" Summer shrugged "I don't see the surprise, I mean Morty always hangs out with Grandpa Rick. What did you guys expect?" Jerry glared at Rick "That's not the point! I'm Morty's dad! Not you! He should be calling me dad! Not you!" Rick shrugged "My daughter calls you daddy and you don't hear me complaining." Summer choked on her drink and Beth's cheeks flushed scarlet. Summer groaned "Rick! That's so gross!" Morty demanded "Rick! Don't say that!" Jerry stammered "Uhm..I-I da..uhm...that's different!" Rick shrugged "What-*burp*-ever."Jerry looked at Morty with pleading eyes "Why did you call Rick dad?" Morty stuttered "Th-that was an accident! I didn't mean to! It just slipped out!" Beth put a hand over Jerry's "Honey, dont get all worked up, it was an accident." Rick didn't let up though "So you unconsciously see me as your dad, huh?" Rick pressed on, making the situation worse, and making the frown on Jerry's face deepen. Jerry complained "Rick you're a terrible influence anyway! Why does he see you as his dad but not me?! What do you have that I don't?!" Rick sighed "Oh, I don't know Jerry may-*burp*-be because I actually pay attention to him?" Jerry flinched "I hang out with him all the time! Like uhm...r-remember that time when...uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Y-y'know when..." He leaned back in his chair, throwing his head back "Uh...oh! I helped him with his homework that one time!" Rick looked at him "You mean when you spe-*burp*-nt 15 minutes with him 3 weeks ago? Oh and you mean the homework he failed?" Jerry narrowed his eyes and crossed his arm "Well okay then Albert Eindouche. At least I don't drag him on dangerous adventures! At least I'm not putting his life in danger!" Jerry screamed out, slamming his two hands onto the table, with his eye brows furrowed and his mouth downturned. "I know him!" Jerry insisted, pointing at himself. Rick nodded "Mhm, sure, what's Morty's favorite movie?" Jerry blinked "Uhmm...well he loved Bambi when he was a toddler." "It's inception." Rick stated blankly. "What's his favorite movie franchise?" Jerry blinked "...Inception?" "No. It's Sherk." "We-well I uh...I know the important stuff alright?!" "What's his religion?" Jerry smiled confidently "Obviously Christian. That's how we raised him!" "Not everyone has to be the religion they were raised Jerry, Morty's agnostic." Jerry blinked "I...Morty is this true?" Morty rubbed his arm and nodded. Rick continued "Why wasn't Morty able to go to school last month?" Jerry shrugged "Becuase he had the flu." "No you idiot. He ha-*burp*-d Mutiple Sclerosis" Jerry huffed and it quickly escalated into an argument, Summer was beaming though, recording everything "Wait till TikTok hears about this!" And Morty groaned, hiding his face in his hands "Guys stop! I'm half asleep ok? I didn't mean to do it!" Beth nodded and put a hand in Jerry's arm "See sweetie?" Jerry let out a sigh and nodded "Y-yeah. It was just that. Heh.. got all worked up over nothing. I mean who would see Rick as their dad?" Beth gave Jerry a resting bitch face and Jerry coughed "B-besides his daughter! Obviously..." Morty could've sworn that he caught something that looked like disappointed on Rick's face before he scoffed and fell back in his chair "Whatever." Summer nodded slowly "Sureee...I'm still posting this on TikTok though!" Morty sighed, feeling a huge weight lifted off his back. He totally didn't see Rick as a dad.Totally.

[fableworld]

Seto and Yugi are cousins headcanon

I have seen this headcanon flowing around, and I wanted to share my thoughts about it. I do think this headcanon is possible, and I like it since it reflects/mirrors what happened in the past. I just find it interesting what you could play around with if Seto ever realizes he is related to his rival. Some interesting concepts can be pulled out of it. I have made some bullet points with what I could think of to make this headcanon possible. Forgive me if it is a bit rambling, or the Gramma is all over the place. Mama Mutou is the biological daughter of Sugoroku/Solomon. - This will create some family drama already. That means that Grandpa was aware of Seto and Mokuba, OR he had a fallout with another daughter of his(have to be another daughter due to the last name change. can't make it too easy for Seto and Mokuba, now can we?). But how did this fallout happen? Married the wrong guy? Did she run away with said guy? or is Grandpa not a good father? Something to think about.

Mama Mutou has a sister. - This means that she is the one married into the Mutou family. It also means that the Mutou family will not interact a lot with her side of the family if she has beef with her family. Mama Mutou's family is unknown. It is possible for her to have a sister or a brother who married Seto and Mokuba's mother/father. With Mama Mutou changing her name when she married Father Mutou, there is already a change there, which makes it a bit harder to realize that Yugi and Seto are cousins. It would be easy to make Mama Mutou have a bad relationship with her family, and she has possibly never met Seto when he was young, so that is the reason why it was never mentioned.

However, it has been mentioned multiple times that Seto and Mokuba's relatives were nasty. They took everything away from them and threw them into an orphanage. That could make Mama Mutou one of those nasty people, or, as I mentioned before, she stayed far away from her family because they were not good people. She might not even have known her sister/brother had kids because she had no contact with them. No contact would happen if Mama Mutou is either younger or older than one of Seto's parents. Most likely, Mama Mutou was the baby and simply didn't know how to contact her older sibling when she also bailed from her parent's house. When the age difference is too great, it is harder for siblings to connect with each other, so this is also a possibility. Mama Mutou does need to stay in very low contact with her sibling to ensure she is not aware of what happened to Seto and Mokuba. If she did have a great relationship with her (older?) siblings, she would have tried to take Seto and Mokuba with her or at least visited them. The contact with her family has to be limited to make this happen.

Father Mutou himself. - He is going to be his category for reasons. If he was biologically related to Grandpa, that meant pretty much the same drama as I mentioned in Mama Mutou being related to the Mutou family. That Grandpa had a bad relationship with his daughter for one reason or another. With Father Mutou never being seen, it is possible that he died(or he is just an absent father?) in the same accident as his sister since it was never mentioned how the Kaiba brother's mom died, just that she died first. But then again, Grandpa should be aware of Seto and Mokuba. Either way, it makes Grandpa not shine in the best light.

Making Father Mutou not related to Grandpa is a whole other can of worms because Yugi and Sugoroku/Solomon share a last name. This could be done out of laziness, but I highly doubt that(look at Joey/Katsuya Jonouchi and Serenity/Shizuka Kawai; they do not share last names in the Japanese version). So Father Mutou pretty much has to be related to Grandpa in my eyes to ensure Yugi and Grandpa share the last name.

Sugoroku/Solomon have a secret child. - This one will not surprise me either. We see that Grandpa was pretty smooth, confident, and nicely dressed in his younger years. He can have a child(gender doesn't matter in this case), which he didn't know about. The child will not have his last name, and this is the time before the DNA kit so that they wouldn't have found each other either. This does make Yugi and Seto Half-cousin, but they will still be related, and being a child from a summer fling/one-night stand will be the reason why Grandpa is not a way of his second child exciting, and Seto and Mokuba are related to him. Grandpa could also have been cheating, but that is more how much you want Grandpa to be a scumbag in his younger years.

Unknown grandma had a second child. - This one is more out there. We only know very little of her besides how Grandpa asked her out(with a puzzle with words written on it. mentioned in the manga), so it might be possible she had a child from a former marriage, but here come some problems again. Grandpa should be aware of this child and potential grandchildren. The only way this could work is if the son/daughter of his wife hated Sugoroku/Solomon with a passion and didn't want anything to do with him. This could explain why Grandpa didn't reach out to them after his wife's death and the nasty family Seto and Mokuba had to deal with. The problem with this is that Seto and Yugi will once again be half-cousins, but I don't think that matters in the long run.

Feel free to tell me more ideas in the comments.

[graysonshmayson]

FAQ- OP has offered the following info for context:

Ok part of me wanted to let this all slide, but I think some more context could be helpful!

Please take yourself and everyone else in your family to therapy?

Oh trust me, this is our behavior as medicated, therapy-going individuals, although my dad hasn’t gone to therapy consistently since he was young. Getting J to do anything that involves talking about how he feels usually involves threats of violence. 

Why is NO ONE ELSE helping your dad? 

No one can. He doesn’t really form close relationships. His closest friendships are his coworkers and he still keeps them at arm's length when it comes to personal things. SUPER hard boundaries, and he can be really scary so it's impossible to push it. Other than that, he has no family and lives alone now except for 2 of us kids and our grandpa. Our grandpa is an angel and tries to help him but ultimately my dad is so stubborn it's hard. He’s a lifesaver though, and helps a lot in connecting us to our dad and putting him in his place when he needs it. 

How many kids does your dad need? And why are they working in the company?

Well, his only biological kid is D! But there’s a lot of us and the official count is 6. He really has a soft spot for helping kids, though, because of his own experiences and so we’re kind of a haven for wayward teens. He mentors a lot of people, and they idolize him and want to help out. If he didn’t let them, they would try anyway, and that would be dangerous for everyone. Our family doesn’t end or start with blood. 

How the hell did T get involved at 14?

There’s not much of a way to say this that doesn’t sound weird, but he just started hanging around him until he got the position. I’m not going to take any slander when it comes to this, my dad is absolutely not a creep, T was just incredibly stubborn. He was getting in harm's way, so my dad decided to employ him so he was at least in charge. T’s dad was involved in an accident, and my dad took pity on him and got more involved. They were a good team. When T’s dad died, it only made sense to adopt him. 

Why not get custody of D?

I had quite a few people ask me this, and the short answer is that I didn’t want to. I have no interest in taking D away from his father, even if I disagree with his parenting sometimes. D has lost enough family, and it would only serve to destroy my relationship with both of them. My grandfather had custody of D, but he was getting up there in age, so I stepped in to help. 

Why didn’t your dad adopt you?

This was a resounding response to all of my posts, saying that I don’t owe him anything and have no legal ties to the family, so I should get out of there while I still can. The truth is, I was furious after my parents died. Even when my dad took me in, I ran away all the time, I got into fights, and I didn’t want him controlling me. I was spiraling, and I didn’t like being spoken down to, especially by him because he was absent due to his work. He thought that if he treated me as an equal instead of a child, I would respond to him better, which isn’t super wrong. Me working in the company helped us bond, and develop a mutual respect. I think he was afraid of ruining that and I know he was afraid of asserting himself as a father. When I was younger, it felt like he just didn’t want to be my dad. Sometimes I felt like I was a charity case he took on for himself, more than for me. I asked him why when I grew up, and he told me that he didn’t want to look like he was trying to replace my parents. He wanted to respect their place in my life and told me that it never meant he didn’t see me as his son. He didn’t want to come on too strong, and was too emotionally constipated to ask me how I felt about it. He recognized his mistake and fixed it, but I was too old to be legally adopted by then. I don’t even call him Dad most of the time (pretty much none of us do), but we still see him that way. 

How did J come back to life?

Basically we didn’t have the right body, and it turned out he survived and was hanging out with some shady circles for years before he came back. Probably plotting his revenge considering how dramatic he was when he came back. He’s pretty much fine, now though. Still a little shady but not committing as many crimes. He’s a good person when it comes down to it, just angry.

[eggtartz]

I thought senju being a mother was so cute 🥺🥺 could you request the original generation of the BD being parents too?

a/n : i love domestic characters oml thankyou for the request anon and enjoy 🫶🏻

masterlist

shinichiro sano

a very clumsy dad i'd say but no worries he's getting a hang of it! maybe....

"shin! that's not how you're supposed to change the baby's diaper!" grandpa sano scolded his grandson while you were still resting from childbirth. shin pouted when grandpa sano snatched the baby's diaper and put some baby powder before securely tied the diaper on the baby. the baby was fast asleep, a heavy sleeper just like you. "wait grandpa why do we need to put some of the baby's milk on our hand? what's that gonna do?" the man asked. again his head got slapped, receiving a wince from him. "it's to check the tempature! stay at the dojo for some time i don't trust you take care of the baby! also y/n is exhausted so stay here for now!" grandpa sano scolded him again. well.. he's trying???

takeomi akashi

overall bad influence for the kid, smokes around them, curse around them and the type of parent to be proud when his kids win in a fight at school 😭

"yes, im truly sorry for today's accident. yes i- yes. yes he has apologized. yes thank you ma'am. yes, you have a good day" you hanged up with the person you were on the phone with and looked at your son, your husband sitting beside him. "what did i say about fighting?" you sternly asked your son who was showing a face that he's not guilty. "but mom he was picking up on girls. he's even lifting their skirts!" you son defended himself. "i mean, kid's got a point there and look at him not even a scratch! now that's my boy!" takeomi encouraged him so now the two of them were cheering while your eyes twitched. "enough, s/n not everything needs to be settled with violence. also im gonna have a talk with you father so you wait in your room until im back" yeah, safe to say he got a well beating.

wakasa imaushi

a dad who would spoil the children rotten. another confused dad but he catches up very quickly.

"okay now you have to pat her back so she won't throw up" you said while slowly rocking the baby in your arms, hand patting her small back while wakasa observes. it's been a while now and the baby has grown big which frightens him because it happens so fast. he just knows how to change her diapers and make her milk but he still needs to learn a lot. he have been buying a lot of books for babies and get weird stares from women in the aisle because there's a big man, covered in tattoos, a dango stick in his mouth holding a book on how to handle babies better. yeah, wakasa needs to learn a lot but he'll manage.

keizo arashi

BEST FATHER STFU ANYONE WHO DISAGREES GET OUT

the baby was getting grumpy and uncomfortable due to the hot weather and you have tried a lot of methods to calm her down but she was still getting fussy. it wasn't when benkei came in from work and started cooing her when she started giggling again. the baby fussed again and you sighed. guess all the giggles were temporary. you wanted to say what was the reason for the baby being fussy until benkei cut your sentence before it even began. "honey? i think out baby's a little hungry.." he said. you figured you would try one more time to breastfeed her (since the last time, it didn't calmed her down) and lifted your shirt. to your surprise, the baby latched onto your breast and sucked the milk out of it, hungrily. you were confused as to why your baby refused before and how benkei knew but he exited the room. "i'll let you two alone yeah?"

[kanerallels]

Finally, I have a fic worth posting for @jacensyndullaweek! (although I do have one thing that I'm gonna end up posting late that I want to share)

Prompt: Culture/Heritage

Rating: G

Read here on AO3!!

1. Sabine

“Are you sure Ezra’s gonna be okay with this?” Jacen frowned at Sabine as they headed into the cockpit of the New Dawn.

“Rule number one of art as a Mandalorian,” Sabine said. “Never ask. Just do. Unless it’s Hera’s room. Then you ask. Besides, the Dawn needs a little brightening up. No ship should be entirely gray.”

The boy wavered for another second, then grinned. “Okay, cool! Where are we starting?”

“That’s more like it.” Sabine paused, turning in a circle. “That wall,” she said, pointing. “You start there, and I’ll start on the other side.”

“What should I paint?” Jacen asked as she passed him the box full of small finger paint cans she’d bought just for this— it was a good place to start for a beginner.

Pulling out her paint guns, Sabine said, “Whatever you want. If you don’t know, start with a feeling. Or something you know. Just don’t hesitate. When you’re doing graffiti, you need to be confident. Got it?”

Jacen nodded, his eight-year-old face screwed up into a serious expression as he pulled out green and blue paint. “I got it.”

“Good. Let’s get started.”

2. Zeb

“Okay,” Hera said, pinching the bridge of her nose. Zeb recognized this expression— she’d worn it about a thousand times while lecturing him and Ezra back in the day. “Run it past me one more time. How in the name of the Force did you break your arm, Jacen?”

Wincing, Zeb said, “It was an accident, I swear.”

“It was!” Jacen agreed earnestly, struggling to push himself upright in the hospital bed and wincing slightly. Hera pressed her lips into a straight line— never a good sign.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning?” Kanan offered from next to Hera. His expression was serene, and he brushed a gentle palm against Hera’s arm, which seemed to calm her a little bit.

“Right,” Zeb said. “So, I was talking to the kid about some of the old sports they had back on Lasan.”

“And there was this one where the greatest warriors would jump from rock spire to rock spire, show off their climbing skills,” Jacen said, his eyes gleaming. “So I asked Uncle Zeb to show me—”

“—and he asked to try it out—”

“—and I fell,” Jacen concluded.

Throwing her hands in the air, Hera said, “And you didn’t even think about the fact that Jacen could get hurt doing that?”

“Well, Lasat cubs usually didn’t,” Zeb offered. “I guess I forgot that humans have more fragile bones. No offense.”

Kanan let out a choking noise that Zeb immediately knew was a snort of laughter, and hastily disguised it as a cough. Hera shot him a sideways glare, but her expression softened a few seconds later as she sighed.

“Thank you for trying to teach Jacen, but you do need to be careful. Next time, maybe start with something a little easier? Or make sure Kanan or Ezra are there to catch him?”

“Absolutely,” Zeb agreed. 

As Hera turned to talk to the approaching doctor, Jacen leaned towards Zeb. “Can we try it again when my arm gets better?” he whispered.

“Only if you get better at not falling,” Zeb whispered back. “I don’t want your parents to skin me alive.”

“Deal!”

3. Kanan

“Hey, Dad?”

Kanan lifted his head, pulled out of his meditation trance by his son’s voice. Tracking him to the doorway to his and Hera’s room, he waved for him to come in as he said, “What’s going on, kiddo?”

He heard Jacen move into the room and drop down into a similar posture in front of him. “I’m doing this school project— we’re doing family trees,” he explained. “And I need your help.”

Kanan chuckled. “With this family, I’m not surprised. Where’d you get tripped up? Miss an aunt or uncle?”

“Nah,” Jacen said, his matching grin clear in his voice. “Grandparents, actually. I got Grandpa Cham and Grandma Eleni on Mom’s side, but I don’t really know any on your side.”

Nodding thoughtfully, Kanan said, “Well, you and I are in the same boat there, actually. I never knew my biological parents.”

“Okay— so should I just leave it blank?”

Kanan frowned, stroking his beard. “You could,” he said slowly, turning the question over in his mind. It might have been easier just to leave it that way. But the point of these family trees— he assumed— were that the kids didn’t forget where and who they’d come from. The people who’d shaped their lives before those lives had even really begun. “Let me show you something,” he told Jacen, getting to his feet.

He knew the layout of the room well by this time, and it was a matter of ease to step over to the shelf nearby and pull down one of the holodisks stacked there. Turning it on, he let it rest in his palm and held it out to Jacen. “What do you see?”

“Um, two people— a man and a woman. Looks like they’re posing for a picture,” Jacen said. “The woman has braids, and she’s laughing. The guy’s more serious, but he’s smiling a little. He’s taller and bald, looks like he has darker skin than the woman.” He paused, then said, “They’re both wearing Jedi robes. Are these—”

“The woman is my master, Depa Billaba,” Kanan said, turning off the holodisk. “And the man is her master, Mace Windu. A friend recovered this holo for me a year or two ago. It’s the only thing I have left of them.” Reaching out, he pressed it into Jacen’s hand. “They are as close to family as I ever had.”

Jacen was silent for a moment, and Kanan waited, knowing his son was thinking. “Thanks for showing me, Dad,” he finally said.

“Any time, kiddo.”

4. Ezra

“Why are we going here again?”

Ezra glanced at Jacen, who was bouncing on his heels with impatience. “I thought you said we were going to do Jedi stuff,” the fifteen year old pointed out.

“We are going to,” Ezra said truthfully. “We’re just making a stop first.” Looking both ways, he started across the street, keeping one eye on Jacen as he followed him. The kid had finally outgrown his habit of forgetting to look before he leapt— mostly. At the very least, he looked both ways before he crossed the street now.

He was still willing to throw himself headfirst into situations, though, not unlike both of his parents. That included Jedi training, and Ezra knew that he should be just as excited as Jacen was for this.

And he was, really. He was just also pretty sure Kanan had chosen wrong, and that his old master should be training Jacen himself. 

But that wasn’t the point. Right now wasn’t actually about that. Right now was about visiting somewhere he hadn’t been since he’d gotten back from the Unknown Regions, and showing Jacen a new piece of Lothal.

Turning a corner, he spotted the old warehouse. Even just the outside looked different than it had in the years during the war— no guards, and the door was wide open.

He looked at Jacen. “Did your mom and dad ever tell you about this place?” When the boy shook his head, Ezra explained, “During the war, this was where the main black market congregated, particularly around Life Day. I used to come here all the time— mainly when I was by myself, but I came with Kanan and the others a couple times.”

Starting towards the entrance, he continued, “But Lothal doesn’t really need a black market any more— so now it’s just a regular one. One of Lothal’s hidden treasures. I thought you should see it.”

They stopped at the entrance together, and Ezra took in the familiar sights. He recognized some faces— the elderly owner of the stall selling woven blankets, the Gotal who pretended not to notice when he’d stolen a few kebabs every now and then— and noticed others missing. 

The war had changed everything, but they were putting it back together, slowly but surely.

He looked at Jacen, who was taking in the place with wide eyes. “So. Lunch, then training?”

“Sounds good,” the boy said with a grin.

5. Hera

“And you’re sure you’re ready for this?” Hera checked as she, Kanan, and Jacen headed towards the small building awaiting them.

Her son gave her a grin. “Mom, we’ve talked about this like twenty times now. I’m seventeen— I’m ready. You got your tattoos way younger than this.”

Wincing at the memory of the needle’s sting, Hera said, “I know. That’s why I’m checking. I don’t want you to do it just because someone said you couldn’t, like I did. It was terrifying—”

“And you were like eight,” Jacen pointed out. “Of course that would be terrifying. But trust me— I want to do this. I already got Dad’s looks, and I want to honor your side, too.”

Kanan, who’d been silent thus far, spoke up. “He’s right, Hera. Besides, he’s almost eighteen. Even if you put your foot down, he’d only be delaying it for a couple months.”

Letting out a sigh, Hera said, “I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

“Nope!” Jacen said cheerfully. “Besides, you let Dad get the tattoos.”

“Your father is a full grown man,” Hera said. “And incredibly stubborn, I might add.”

Kanan let out a snort. “I think we all know who the stubborn one is in this relationship, Captain Hera.”

Grabbing the door handle, Jacen said, “Yeah, I know better than to get involved in this argument. Come on— Ivri’s already inside!”

Hera followed his nod to where Jacen’s friend, the half-Mirialan boy with a perpetual smile, was waiting for them next to the Twi’leki tattoo artist. “Alright,” she said reluctantly.

“Go ahead, Jacen,” Kanan told him, catching hold of Hera's arm. “Your mom and I will catch up with you in a minute. Don’t choose anything obscene or too embarrassing while we’re gone, okay?”

Grinning, Jacen said, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

As he ducked inside, the door swinging shut behind him, Kanan lifted an eyebrow at Hera. “What are the odds of him listening to that?”

“Well he has your genes, so about fifty-fifty.”

“Harsh.” Kanan paused, then said, “You okay about this?”

Unable to hold back a wry smile, Hera said, “You know me well, love. But… yeah, I am. Mostly. It’s just…” she looked through the window where Jacen and his friend were chatting with the Twi’lek. “Our little boy is growing up,” she said with a sigh. “It’s strange.”

“You’re telling me,” Kanan said with a sigh. “At least he’s less likely to shoot himself into the Unknown Regions than the last one is.”

Hera snorted with amusement. “He’d better be, or we’ll be having words.”

“I believe it.” Offering her his arm, Kanan said, “Shall we?”

Taking a deep breath, Hera looped her arm around his. “Okay. Let’s do this.” She let him lead her into the tattoo parlor, trying not to think about just how much her son was growing up.

We’re proud of him, though, she thought with a twinge. And he’s still our son. 

+1. Trill

(set a few weeks before the last chapter of Disproving The Love At First Sight Theory)

Jacen sensed it as soon as Trill woke up. Generally speaking, he wasn’t terribly skilled at sensing living beings— not the way his dad or sister were, and definitely not the way Ezra was. His master was one with the living Force in a way Jacen never had been.

But this didn’t seem to be true for Trill, for whatever reason. Jacen could always sense it when she woke up, and could track her pretty easily throughout the ship. It was like he was attuned to her, more than he was to anyone else.

Sometimes he wondered why that was, but since he was currently living in close quarters with not only her, but also the galaxy’s nosiest Kalleran, he decided not to spend too much time on it.

It was about ten minutes after she woke up that she made her way into the New Dawn’s kitchen. Stifling a yawn, she said, “Morning— what’s that smell?”

“Good morning,” Jacen said cheerfully. “Remember that mysterious package I… picked up on Cantonica yesterday?���

Trill arched an eyebrow at him. “You mean the one that you stole from the hotel and smuggled out under your poncho?”

“That’s the one,” Jacen said. “But the people there are corrupt and tried to kill us like four times, so it doesn’t count. Anyways— behold! Our new waffle maker!”

He flourished a hand at the maker, which stood on the counter, emanating the delicious smell of cooking waffles. Trill frowned at it, then directed the expression at Jacen. “You stole a waffle maker?”

“You’re focusing on the wrong thing here,” Jacen told her. “Remember, they tried to kill us. But also, yeah. Now we can have waffles for breakfast!”

Settling at the table, Trill swept her loose hair out of her eyes, and Jacen tried to pretend like his gaze hadn’t followed the movement, and lingered for just a moment. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s so important about waffles?”

The iron beeped, and Jacen turned towards it. Rolling up his sleeves, he flipped it open and started to remove the waffle with a fork, responding to Trill’s question as he did.

“It’s a family tradition. My dad makes the best waffles in the galaxy— Uncle Zeb makes the second best, tied with me. We always used to eat them whenever my mom would get back from a dangerous mission, or before Ezra and I would leave, or any special occasion like that.” Maneuvering the waffle onto a plate, he slid it towards Trill. “And I guess… I wanted to share that with you. If you’re interested.”

She looked surprised, in that way she always did whenever Jacen said something like this. It was the kind of surprise that made him think maybe, just maybe… she’d stick around. 

For a minute, Trill held his gaze, then offered him a smile. “I— I am. Thank you.”

Don’t read into it, Jacen ordered himself, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at her smile. Aloud, he said, “Good. Cause I have a feeling Kasmir’s gonna be here soon, and he’ll be hungry. So you’d better get started on that waffle.”

“Will do,” Trill said, hopping up to grab a fork. Turning back to his work, Jacen felt himself grinning. Starting out a day with waffles and Trill? It really couldn’t get much better than that.

[pillowbugs]

continuing with the baby unovans (i say baby when i'm not even a decade older than them at this point), here's skyla!

(proof of process, notes + hcs under cut)

elesa | submas

some notes:

generally tried to stick to the original colour palette, as a more modest version of her adult outfit.

skyla's clothes are meant to be durable and practical; she's fairly active, and has had her fair share of accidents. this is especially in contrast to elesa's rich person designer clothes. she also gets to add her own touches to her clothes, such as the patches.

skyla's ace is 4x weak to electric... elesa is her greatest weakness... also the other pokémon most associated with elesa, arguably more than zebstrika, is part flying.

hcs: the mistralton gym is a family business, and skyla inherited the gym from her grandfather (as in the anime, though said grandpa is also mentioned in the games as a legendary pilot). the entire family was also pilots in fact.

she knew she would become a pilot when she grew up. not just because it's the family business or in her name, but she genuinely loves planes and the feeling of being high up in the sky. at times when she couldn't practice flying an actual plane, she would visit the city's arcade to play the flight simulator game there.

her ducklett's name is bessica for bessica raiche, america's official first female aviator.

she's pretty good with machines. as a kid she tried to build her own plane once and did lots of research to learn how. never came to fruition, but she still learnt a lot, and is capable of fixing stuff like pokédexes and car engines if needed.

she and ingo are rivals. not in the battling sense, but rather in the "we've been arguing about X since the very day we met and it will only maybe end when one of us is dead" sense. X, of course, being the planes vs trains debate. they first met while they were both on their respective journeys, around 13-14ish (the age she is depicted here). 15 years later they're still arguing. the fact that they're both working with their respective vehicles at their jobs as adults definitely 'helps'. it's not really active arguing, and even as kids they were good friends and generally chill most of the time. just that every once in a while (such as whenever elesa invites both of them + emmet to lunch, and the conversation turns towards work, or any other vaguely related topic) they restart the argument.

like maybe skyla is talking about how she had to cancel a flight to lentimas bc of strong winds, and ingo's response is "ah, wouldn't be able to relate. our subway barely felt the weather that day, so everything progressed as normal. i do wonder how it feels to be constantly beset and delayed by a meagre bit of weather most people wouldn't even feel." then skyla's like "well people definitely felt it, not that you'd know from being stuck underground dealing with your trains breaking down all the time. can't relate to that either lol." they go at it for hours. it takes up the entire conversation over lunch. elesa for once is the one perpetually exasperated with her girlfriend and other close friend's little bit of silly. emmet simply grabs popcorn and watches shit go down.

proof of process

[blechannoyed]

Here we are again. This latest chapter and all your thoughts and comments and posts just have my brain spinning. Warning - This is a long one.

2 (of the many) things I've been hung up on today are the Grandpa reveal and a comment about He Tian being interested in Jian Yi in the early chapters. Which I thought so too until rereads and He Tian's run to save Jian Yi. I've had so many questions about this scene for a loooong time. Still do.

Because He Tian didn't get the info from something He Cheng accidently said or did, or from some one in Cheng's household (my first thought) because Tian was surprised to see Cheng there as well.

And it isn't something obvious because Cheng started to ask about it again when Tian was sick:

And He Tian wasn't overly worried about Jian Yi 's kidnapping - likely because the rescue operation was in progress/done when this convo happens.

So he's still getting info somewhere and he knows exactly who Jian Yi is - yet he never shares this common thread between them. He's not remotely surprised when Jian Yi says he's staying at He Cheng's - though he does look unhappy about it - and I don't think it was a truly spontaneous plan to bring Mo to see sharks later that day. He was always going to go there that night.

So with the Mr. Jian being grandpa not dad, my first thought was "oh shit, I bet they're cousins". And than promptly realized nothing supports that and eeew - they are hella flirty with each other. But I don't think I'm far off, just more likely close friendly "cousins" versus biological.

It's very common for criminal organizations to have two faces; the legal one and the mafia side. This is so the mafia side can benefit the legal one (funny how they get all the best contracts kind of thing) and the legal side launders money, etc. The He's are very very rich and well respected - see the response when He Cheng had to go to the police station and how He Tian's teachers talk about his good family - but Mr. Jian is He Cheng's boss. Obviously the Jian's aren't hurting either but even in the future art, He Tian is the rich one. So my current theory is the He's run the legal side (and are old money) and the Jian's the more criminal side. I think it's been that way for generations, and everyone's hands are dirty - excuse me - involved and trained in each aspect.

Sooooo this long ramble and how my two thoughts interconnect.....

I don't think He Tian was told who Jian Yi was. I think he figured it out himself when they first become friends in middle school. Tian was obviously exposed really early on to all elements of his family business and we know he's a very smart kid. And I think we forget sometimes as fans that when we first get to meet He Tian isn't when Jian Yi does. Because even in the early chapters they are really close and confidants. He Tian knew immediately when Jian Yi was upset here:

And Jian Yi has deep conversations with him:

He Tian knew exactly why Jian Yi wanted to skip:

And He Tian was actually the first person Jian Yi really came out to:

In fact, He Tian is his person of choice for advice:

In the early chapters Zhan Zheng Xi noted Jian Yi was really popular "for some reason". I think a lot of that reason is He Tian figuring out who he was, wanting to get to know him/keep him close, and then not only genuinely adoring each other but the realization that they share a commonality in their orientation.

The future is going to hold some interesting surprises!

[davekat-sucks]

actually, if that very polite and not at all deranged karen anon thinks bro's fights with dave were abuse, do they also think dirk/brobot's battles with jake were abusive too or nah because dirkjake are soulmates4evur? and that one was even worse because jake said brobot touched him inappropiately and made him uncomfortable, so add sexual harassment to the list too. oh wait, jake is a man and toxic yaoiz, so nevermind his feelings don't matter, just like jade somehow raising herself since she was a toddler and having to do taxidermy with her dead grandfather's corpse doesn't either. like nuDave said, his friends were just whiny bitches, it's all about that strider self-insert manpain.

i bet baby dirk, who ALSO raised himself and did acrobatic pirouettes off of a building, orchestrated that too since birth with cal. evil son of a bitch. no apple juice in his baby bottle for a month.

and now that i think about it, how come john crocker/poppop didn't transition if june was always meant to be?... nevermind, that is also probably baby jane's fault too for killing him too early at the tender age of 86. add murderer, fascist AND transphobic to HER list of crimes.

omg i cant take it anymore! i dont want my very realistic, gritty, tonally mature and emotionally fulfilling comic be ruined by those beasts! someone stop these bigoted abusive emotionally manipulative babies please! I WARNED YOU ABOUT THOSE BABIES BRO! I TOLD YOU DAWG!

They probably don't think Dirk's brobot on Jake is abusive. Jane may have gone worse with the sexual harassment under the influence of the Juju and the tiaratop when mind controlled by HIC (before actually going on rape in Epilogues), Dirk was able to do it in a more indirect way with his robot and Auto Responder-HAL. Considering what we don't know much about how Alpha Bro Dave raised Dirk, it can be assumed Bro Dave might have been more neglectful of Dirk's feelings before he chose to go fight ICP and dying. Leaving Dirk left alone for himself from then on. The Bro Dave could be like the one we know, thinking of irony and whatnot. So add that personality in an adult form and you got a dude who can't be honest with himself and thinks bad shit is good and any genuine good stuff is bad. Yes, Bro Dave would try to do a good thing in fighting ICP so that HIC won't fully takeover, but it doesn't erase the fact he CHOSE to leave Dirk alone. It's not like Grandpa English, Grandma Harley, or Poppop John Egbert, where they died in accidents. He and Alpha Mom Rose Lalonde, CHOSE to leave their kids behind before the game started. Jane was just lucky to have Dad Crocker around. Poppop's death likely mirrors to Nanna's in that a meteor hit him when Jane and the other kids were sent from it, with Dad Crocker raising her as his daughter. Guess the fandom will think Jane is transphobic for accidentally killing him. But considering it was JOHN himself who sent the kids on the meteor in the first place to make it happen, does that mean he is killing himself in a sort of sense? That's not a good implication at all. Dirk and Dave are awful people, yet nobody calls them out on it.

[starry-blue-echoes]

So I was thinking about Peanut Gallery and

Oh my god Part 5 is going to be insane and I thought of a way to make it even more so

So Giorno had always known his family was a little off. Sure there was the Stand thing, but there was...... something else

He noticed it first when he was growing him in the Kujo household. How Jotaro was always so familiar with him and knew what he liked even before he did, how he’d have quiet conversations with their grandpa on the phone, how he’d slowly instruct him on how to use a Stand despite the fact that Giorno didn’t seem to have one yet, among other things

Joseph wasn’t any better, however Giorno didn’t notice until he was older and his family explained to him how his grandfather had a precognitive Stand and sometimes got what he knows and what he’s Seen mixed up……. but there was more to it. This was something that didn't feel like it could be explained away by a simple look into the future

And Giorno’s a smart kid. Not only does he have the cunning we saw from Golden Wind, but he also has Joseph and Jotaro teaching him everything they know about observation and planning. It wasn’t difficult for Giorno to realize that something was going to happen in the future, specifically something including him and for some reason his brother and grandfather wouldn’t tell him

But he stays quiet about it. He listens and gathers as much information as he can. He commits everything Jotaro and Josuke teach him to memory and writes down every vague mildly ominous thing Joseph mentions

Josuke remembering and acting differently is really just the final nail in the coffin for him to start planning to act

fast forward a year and suddenly Josuke and Jotaro are bringing up a possible student exchange trip to Italy. How it would be interesting and educational, how it could be used to show Giorno that part of his mother's and grandmother's culture, that he'd be able to make friends, reason after reason that Giorno knows is a front for something. At this point he'd gathered enough information about his future that it had to do with Italy, the mafia, Gold, and a handful of names that Joseph let slip. With all this knowledge and everything he's learned from his family, Giorno feels pretty prepared

fast forward nearly another year. Giorno's been doing some poking around but has mostly opted to let whatever future comes for him happen. After all, most people fulfill their future on the path to avoid it, so sitting and waiting is the best way to avoid doing anything stupid on accident

and things definitely end up happening. He gets cornered by a man named Luca, fights another named Bucciarati (which funnily enough was one of the names Joseph mentioned) and finds himself right in the middle of the mafia

what he didn't predict was Jotaro and Josuke "popping by for a visit" to check in on him. Giorno really doesn't want to risk them getting hurt, so he pretends things are completely normal. They believe him, think that the events which led to his joining the mafia the first time didn't happen, and decide to do some poking around in other places

and Giorno thought he'd be able to keep it secret. That it would be a simple charade to keep up and that he could simply pretend things were normal until his family left

Giorno did not predict that he wouldn't be returning home that night or for the rest of the week

so while he's doing all that with Trish and the Gang, Jotaro and Josuke realize Giorno's misdirection and start hauling ass after them

I'll admit, I'm not completely sure at which point the two sides finally meet up, but it's going to scare the shit out of the Bucci Gang, lead to some very out of context explanations about the family as a whole and what they've dealt with, and when being asked about it Jotaro just responds with a deadpan "because this family's fucking cursed, that's why"

[theresnoturningback]

YEAR 1, SUMMER - PROLOGUE

A/N So it begins. My goal is pretty ambitious. I've compiled my ideas and headcanons into five years. Farmer still hasn't got a name. Once she does, I'll start a new file to play while I'm not writing or doing grown-up stuff like working, blegh.

If you like my writing, consider reblogging it. It would help a lot for my motivation and considering it's five years I need to cover, I'll be needing a lot of it.

If you don't like it, consider being kind? It's been years and I am aware I'm rusty. If it weren't for @apocalypsebi I'd be still struggling with some important details.

Anyways, anything you guys need, my askbox is open. Thanks for reading!

She could clearly remember her grandpa’s faint words as if they had spoken two weeks ago:

“There will come a day when you feel crushed with the burden of modern life…and your bright spirit will fade before a growing emptiness”

Sadly for her, that day had already come. A sense of dread would open her tired eyes every weekday just before 7 am. She’d pour herself a cup of instant coffee, drink half of it and jump in the shower. There were days when she’d just remain there for a couple of minutes longer, just to let the warm water jumpstart her brain. Regret would soon follow that moment of calm. She’d hurriedly get dressed, reminding herself shorter showers were crucial if she wanted to keep her job.

No matter how hard she tried to get there on time, she always managed to be late for work. There’s always something. Traffic, blackouts, accidents, stupid people. She was so sick of stupid people, herself included.

“One more mess-up and you’re gone. Did you understand me well enough? Gone!” Her boss had screamed that morning after she arrived ten minutes late because the bus driver started arguing with another passenger and she had to make a run for it.

“Fuck,” She muttered to herself as she plopped down on her squeaky desk chair, “I don’t deserve this, if I have to be here for 30 more years, I swear I’ll kill myself.”

She covered her head with her arms. The constant humming of the old fluorescent tube light above her was like an annoying swarm of flies. She needed to get out of there somehow. She missed the sun, the wind in her face and the peaceful chirping of the birds on top of the trees. The constant clickity-clack of dozens of computer keyboards were her only soundtrack during the workday, since music was reserved for their resting moments and even then, music there consisted of a set of Joja jingles playing on repeat. Grandpa wanted to help her when she felt like that. The envelope he had given her was somewhere in her desk drawer. She opened it and looked around, hoping she hadn’t lost it. After digging for a few seconds, she finally found it among the trash and office supplies.

“If you're reading this, you must be in dire need of a change. The same thing happened to me, long ago. I'd lost sight of what mattered most in life... real connections with other people and nature. So, I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong.”

To think he went through the same was a depressing realization, but it made her feel less alone, somehow. Yes, she was feeling crushed under trivial tasks, performance reports and her own colleagues’ low morale that only added up to the poisonous work ambiance. Little did she know that reading the next sentence would completely change her life.

“I’ve enclosed the deed to that place…my pride and joy.” She took a moment to take a look at the deeds to her grandpa’s old farm, remembering a couple of summers from her childhood. Her dad would take her to see the jellyfish, and she had some vague memory of her and some other kids playing hide and seek in the forest one day and looking for bugs and frogs the other. She smiled to herself, still not fully understanding what this truly meant for her near future.

“This was my most precious gift of all, and now it’s yours. I know you’ll honor the family name, my girl. Good luck. Love, Grandpa”

Immediately, her smile turned into a chuckle that carried an amount of joy and freedom she hadn’t felt in months. Years, even.

She didn’t even think about it. She got up from her seat, pulled up a smaller envelope that contained her resignation letter and placed it on her desk. Then, she took the keyboard and smashed it against the screen with all her strength. Not once, not twice, but as many times as it took all the keys to fly away as she repeated her new mantra.

“FUCK. YOU.JOJA.YOU.DON’T.OWN.ME.ANY.MORE”

“What do you think you’re doing?” The voice of her horrible boss resounded behind her, but that wasn’t enough to startle her anymore. She quickly shoved the envelope against him

“I think I’m quitting and I’m never coming back to this rathole.” She replied with a smile so wide it made her cheeks hurt. She quickly took all her belongings and darted out of the building to prepare everything for her new life.

That night she couldn’t sleep at all. Hundreds of anxiety-driven thoughts wouldn’t let her. They’d race around her mind, making her heart beat fast and her stomachache.

Oh fuck, I made a terrible mistake…What if the farm doesn’t exist anymore? Or what if the deed is so old it’s no longer valid somehow. What if other people are currently living there? I can’t get my job back, not the way I quit. The sole thought of going back to sitting through one of those three-hour long meetings was enough to put her mind to work on a more positive headspace.

Suppose the farm is still there. Let’s be optimistic about that bit for a sec—Then what? What can I do with it…? Grandpa used to have cows and sell milk and cheese whenever he could, it didn’t look so hard. Maybe I could do that…But I have no idea how to take care of a cow, maybe I should start with something smaller. Chickens? But what if it dies because I forgot to feed it? No, the guilt would kill me right after… I get it! What if…we start with planting something? She took out a small notebook and jotted down some ideas. For example, if I forget to water a blueberry plant and it dies, it’s not that tragic…as opposed to an animal…and definitely cheaper.

After scribbling some additional ideas for making money and a quick packing checklist, she could finally close her eyes and jump from daydreaming to having hopeful dreams of her new life in Stardew Valley.

Right before completely falling asleep, she whispered a small prayer.

“Please, Grandpa, help me finally make something good of myself”

[cruyuu]

Apparently people watched that EVE video Avant or something and there is some figure that has Yuko (that girl that used to be overweight) hair. She is opened and shows an egg with sukunas eyes and marks

The theory is that Sukuna will reincarnate as a baby, Yuko's baby. Could that be his redemption? Maybe the irony is that he needs to lose to win instead of being trapped in constant fights to fill his life . Maybe he needs a sweet mother, and he will reincarnate along with his brother Jin

I always thought Sukuna just ate Jin in the womb by pure accident because his mother was starving and he convinced himself he ate him because he is evil and strong and is too stubborn to let that role go. You even see him bored during Yorozu flashbacks, he is not happy. People say he was happy fighting strong ones like Gojo but honestly I only see him actually feeling more than fighting craves with Yuji

A shame we may never see more of Kaori and Wasuke, I think Yuji was meant to be bad raised by Kenjaku but his grandpa saves him from Kenjaku and became such a good sweet kid, which is what Sukuna needed

He hates Yuji is the only one who saw him not as a God or strong fighter but as a person who had his own hobbies (yeah sukuna admit you like flowers)

Hi anon!

Tbh, I don't really like this theory. Like the idea of Sukuna being reborn as Yuuji's son or seeking redemption that way is just... idk. It makes no sense. Besides, Yuko barely has any impact on the story and for her to be given such importance out of nowhere would just be an asspull, because there's lack of foreshadowing or any clues that she'd be the one to do anything. For her to matter that much, she'd have to stick around and not just be featured in one chapter.

I very much liked what we have gotten already from her and think that was all there was to it.

It's true that Sukuna was born in the period he was born in, and that how he came into this world might've shaped his mindset, but again, we know so little about him outside of what is told to us by others that we can't say for certain who he really is, if he regrets or not, if he's changed or not. Still, from what we have seen and his words alone, he has no regrets and doesn't want to change.

And yep, you're right. Sukuna looks bored in Yorozu flashbacks. If he lives by his whims and enjoys living that way, then how come he isn't appearing satisfied in those flashbacks? I thought he did everything for his own satisfaction and that he found peace in that, but apparently, that isn't entirely true either. He looks far happier now, in the modern era, than he ever did back in the Heian era (from what we have seen).

A shame we may never see more of Kaori and Wasuke, I think Yuji was meant to be bad raised by Kenjaku but his grandpa saves him from Kenjaku and became such a good sweet kid, which is what Sukuna needed

It's a shame that Yuuji's lineage wasn't addressed, that him and Kenjaku didn't share a fight nor ever talked, nor the fact that the big elephant in the room- being related to Sukuna through reincarnation- is ever addressed. It seems more and more like it was added for, idk, maybe shock value? Since Sukuna doesn't ever bring up recognizing that Yuuji's the son of his twin brother at all after that talk he shares with Uraume. Hell, the fact that Yuuji came from a corpse of a woman inhabited by a brain is a lot yet Yuuji brushed off everything like it was everyday news.

There's a lot of things that need to be addressed and all of them are about Sukuna and Yuuji. We can only headcanon certain stuff because canon just establishes them and then forgets about them. There's still 4 chapters left and I'm holding out hope but... I fear it'll just bring more questions than answers.

And yeah... idk if I agree that Sukuna would still be a good kid if raised by good people. The very fact that he had grown in strength so much to be considered a calamity during what is considered to be the most peaceful era in Japan is practically proof. Yes, it's true that he ate his twin but that, by his words alone, was his choice (he had rejected that fate) and the way the narrative puts it, it makes it seem like he doesn't want it to be misinterpreted as anything but that.

He doesn't want any pity because he chose to walk that path himself and doesn't regret it.

But still, the way he acts is... weird at times.

He hates Yuji is the only one who saw him not as a God or strong fighter but as a person who had his own hobbies (yeah sukuna admit you like flowers)

And this is precisely why. Like why indulge Yuuji if you live by your whims, why bother correcting him on stuff and dismissing everything that you say to him ("You like flowers?" "This is from Fushiguro's memory")? Like what's the point of that?

It just seems more and more like he doesn't want to be seen no matter how much Yuuji's pushing for that and the most Yuuji could come close to is to come to his own memories. He couldn't go through his memories because ??? We don't know. Like despite sharing souls, these two can touch anyone's and see everyone's but each other's.

Maybe canon has an answer for why. I'm hoping that it does.

[friendly-neighborhood-gambler]

Rant/vent incoming

TL;DR Cephalopod women changed my life

So, Splatoon. It’s a game. About kids, who become squids. You know this shit. But the fact is, it’s so much more than that. The characters have in-depth relations and incredible personalities, and every single time they speak it makes me feel emotions like they’re meant to be felt.

For most of my life, I’ve been emotionally unavailable, typically being stone-faced or hiding behind exaggerated energy. And it really took a toll on me, to the point where I would resort to self-violence if I showed any form of emotion other than joy outside of a private space. And so many people knew me as this energetic bitch, who was pretty smart but probably Special Ed in some way.

Then 2014 rolled around. My grandpa had a Wii U, and although he didn’t get Splatoon itself, I still found a way to play it. Don’t entirely remember how, but I did. And that shit? That shit changed my view. Not the way I acted, but my life was different, and I didn’t know just how much. It all started with something simple:

A crush on Marie.

At the time, it seemed like yet another of my pathetic, short term mindsets that would fade away the instant I saw someone else. But no. This squid lady stuck with me, and is still with me to this day, to the point where most relationships I’ve had or strived toward were built off of a direct comparison between the other person and Marie.

And the story behind her and her cousin kept me within an arm’s reach of the series, constantly getting pulled back in by the gameplay and lore. And when Splatoon 2 came out?

DEAR. LORD.

LOOK AT THESE TWO AND TELL ME THAT THEY AREN’T A PERFECT EXAMPLE OF WHAT A NERDY LESBIAN CAN ASPIRE TO BE!!!

I used to look at Marina like the rest of the community did: w a h m a n

But as I look at her again, especially with Side Order and Octo Expansion, I see just how much I missed by skipping over the smaller details. And I’ll say one thing, just one more about her:

I would stay up for EVER rambling back and forth with Marina. Me and her? We could occupy each other for so long with just snacks and ranting…

And Pearl? She’s just SO COOL! I never looked at her as “big forehead bitch”, in fact the larger forehead had me feel kind of comforted since I felt like I had a pretty unnatural face. (I more just felt that way because I didn’t know I was trans yet) Even still, she’s such a comical character who can play both sides of the conversation depending on how Marina’s feeling, being both calm and serious and energetic and rowdy.

And then came Splatoon 3.

And oh. Boy. You already know what I’m gonna sa-

FRYE ATTACK!!!!

I LOVE THIS WOMAN. She is my everything, and if I could, I would legally marry her the instant I turn a legal age.

Call me weird all you’d like, but I get butterflies in my stomach whenever she calls my name during splatfests. I got my Frye amiibo, put her next to my bed, and I fell asleep staring into her eyes. I GOT BACK INTO WRITING JUST SO I CAN MAKE AN OC X FRYE FANFICTION!!!!

And Shiver? Not my favorite, but God do I love them regardless.

They’re snarky, sarcastic, and (in my headcanon) nonbinary. And they fit so well in the trio of Deep Cut. The three of them just make me so happy, even if they lack a bit of personality when they’re all together.

And, uh… the agents.

Yeah, the agents.

Captain 3? Her development is so neat, and her outfit is so awesome!

Agent 4? Don’t know much about him, but he comes from Splatoon 2 story mode so he must be cool.

Neo 3? I think the concept of someone getting recruited by Racist Fish, falling into an abandoned base for humans, taking treasure on accident and saving the world IN SPACE is epic.

And Agent 8… where do I start?

First off, the modes where you play as her are so cool! Octo Expansion is such a neat idea, and turning Splatoon into a roguelike on Side Order is SO DAMN COOL.

Secondly, her design? The FIRST OCTOLING most people played as? THE FIRST OCTOLING THAT WASN’T EVIL???? And the lore implications that she’s the way she is because of Calamari Inkantation????? Sorry, that’s just SO COOL.

Rant over now, long story short I have several sea-life wives