#papa croc is here

[hansuart]

Vector turning feral if anyone hurts his boys: the absolute best content 💥❤🤩

[nelkcats]

Darling Boy

"The monster's gone, he is on the run and your Daddy is here" Croc sing to the boy in his arms "Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful boy"

"You are not a monster, Dad" Danny said sadly "I know all of the people here told you so, but it is not true"

"Close your eyes, have no fear" Killer Croc continued singing

"That's not how the letter goes" Danny frown, only days ago he discovered he was "rescued" by the Fentons, who called Waylon (His Dad, he was his Dad) a monster (They called him a Monster too, why why why); Many years ago they were in a convention on Gotham and after seeing him and his dad walking on the streets they considered his biological father a monster, they stole him because they saw his "humanity" and wanted to "save him" (They stole that humanity too, THEY KILLED HIM, WHY)

"Before you cross the street, take my hand" Waylon couldn't stop singing, if he stopped he would realize this was all a dream, his boy would be out of his hands again (Like those scientists who keep screaming and pointing him with guns, stealing his kid, calling him uncapable of taking care of a human baby, screaming about him being a monster trying to kill his baby, but the cops arrested him and not them WHY WHY WHY)

"Dad please, look at me" Danny was going to cry (This was his father, his real father who just discovered cause his "adoptive" parents didn't have his papers) "please look at me, I am here"

"I can hardly wait" Waylon feeled the tears leaving his eyes, he hugged the kid closer, waiting for him to disappear "to see you come of age" he lost so many years (They stole his baby, They stole his baby, THEY STOLE HIS BABY, WHY IS NOBODY STOPPING THEM, PLEASE HELP)

"Papa, please" the halfa started crying, this was a mess, even if he didn't inherited the meta gen from Waylon ¿how could he tell his father he was half dead? That people see him like a monster? The only thing his Papa didn't want for him? (They stole him, they killed him, they called his Papa a monster, they called HIM a monster and now, ¿will he be able to broke his Papa heart again? ¿To tell him the truth?) "Please, I am here"

"Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful boy" Waylon whispered the last part "See you in the morning" he opened his eyes but his kid was still there (His baby was back, his baby was back, justice didn't work BUT HIS BABY WAS BACK)

"I'm here Papa, and I will not leave this time" the halfa snuggled into his father's arms, finally feeling safe, protected (Finally at home)

On the other side of the street, the bats looked at "Killer Croc" (That was not his name, Waylon Jones was good before justice failed him, was it their fault?) crying and hugging a child tightly, but without hurting him, it seemed that he was hiding him from the world (Could anyone blame him?) and they could not bring themselves to interfere

[ramblingoak]

Naps With Copia

Chapter 9: A Nap to De-Stress

Other Naps: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

For @visiosatanae 💙 who wanted a post stress nap

Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader

These are all stand alone chapters so you do not have to read one before the other! This series came from my post about wanting to nap with Copia all around the abbey. The stories will all have gender neutral readers and soft Copia naps.

Warnings: Primo, Secondo and Terzo being annoying, job related stress and a loving nap with Papa, some cursing but sfw, 1,300 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

If the phone rang one more time you were going to smash it to pieces.

All day you had been dealing with this.  Not even just the phone, but it seemed like no one could handle anything on their own today.  You had been visited by what felt like every Sibling in the abbey, most asking questions that they should have been able to handle on their own.  Even a few Ghouls had come by, pestering you about band practice schedules and whether or not the delivery truck had been by.

You probably could have survived the nonsense from the Siblings and the Ghouls, you were used to having them wander into your office.  It was when the Papas decided to join in that you reached your limit.  One of your jobs was keeping the front entrance area clean and ready for any visitor that came in and so each morning you took the time to sweep and mop the entrance.  That way the intricate tiles on the floor would be shiny and impressive, they’d be practically glowing as the sun beamed in through the stained glass windows.

Or they would have if Primo hadn't tracked mud all over them.

“What the fuck, Papa?!”  Primo had turned and raised a delicate eyebrow your way, no doubt ready to snap back at you until his eyes fell to the mess he had left.  You waved away the apologies you knew he’d start muttering and trudged back over to the mop and bucket.  “At least take your stupid crocs off before you come inside!  Look at this!”

Behind you there were some hurried whispers in Italian and when you turned around you saw the back of Primo’s robes as he quickly ducked around the corner.  In his place was Secondo, looking tall and imposing as usual.

Like that shit ever worked on you.

“The answer is no.”

“I haven’t even asked you yet.”

“Yes but you always ask me the same three questions,”  You turned and held up your fingers, ticking them down as you listed what he always bugged you about,  “Have my packages arrived?  No, I haven’t gotten anything from Pure Romance or Buttercup’s Bunny Boutique.”

“Those are completely diff–”

“I don’t care what they sell.  Moving on, I also haven’t gotten a call from the car dealership so I’m imagining whatever new Italian monstrosity you’ve ordered this time isn’t ready yet.”  You raised your eyebrow when he started to say something but thankfully he took the hint and closed it.  “And finally, your fri–”

A frantic knocking at the front door interrupted what you were going to say.  You pointed a threatening finger Secondo’s way before hurrying to the doors and swinging them open.  It took all your self control not to let your face fall at the sight before you.  At least twenty children were staring up at you with wide eyes, most of them clutching onto the hands of the adults with them.  A tour, a tour that was not on your calendar this morning.

“Um.”  Your usual professional demeanor seemed to have left the building and you couldn’t stop yourself from just staring and blinking at all the faces in front of you.  “Are you he–”

“Ciao, ciao!”  The hurried voice of Terzo came up behind you quickly, his shoes squeaking loudly on the still wet tiles.  “Thank you darling, I will take it from here.”

“You’re giving a tour?”

“SÌ, I happen to give the best tours.”

“Yeah, but only when you want something Terzo!”  

A throat clearing from the steps had you and Papa breaking your death glare on each other.  One of the adults with them, a younger woman who seemed to only have eyes for Terzo, stepped forward with her hand out.

“Oh thank you Papa!  We’re so lucky you took the time out of your busy schedule to show m– uh, I mean us around!”

“No, no dolcezza, I’m the lucky one.”  He gently took her hand, dropped a lingering kiss on the back before tucking it into the crook of his arm.  “Shall we?”

You stood there, trying to keep your smile on your face as the group started following Terzo like a bunch of lost ducklings.  He led them around the corner, daring to turn and give you a mischievous wink before disappearing down the hallway.  You didn’t move for a moment, your feet frozen in place and your fists clenched.  Secondo was gone, no doubt using the distraction as his chance to run away.  This was the last straw for today.  You didn’t care if Satan himself was going to knock on that door next you were done.  

The door to your small office banged against the wall as you flung it open.  You’d just grab your laptop and phone then you could hide out somewhere else.  Imperator owed you some sick time anyway.  If you stayed here any longer you’d be too tempted to burn the whole abbey down.  There was only one place in the abbey you’d be able to relax after a day like this and your feet quickly took you there.  The door flung open right when you were grabbing the handle and you nearly had an armful of an irritated Secondo. Your mouth started moving before you could stop yourself.

“Whining to mom, Papa?”

“I’m not whining to anyone, I’m just telling mio fratellino that maybe he should take you on a vacation before you kill someone.”

“Yeah?  Well you’d be the first one Mr. Buttercup Romance!”

“Ok, ok!”  Copia rushed over to the door, pushing himself between you and his brother.  “Let’s uh, let’s take a breath here and maybe, apologize.  Can we do that?  Hmm?”

With a huff from you and a growl from Secondo you both walked away from each other.  Secondo quickly leaving down the hall and you brushing by Copia to throw yourself on the plush couch he had in his office.  He mumbled something under his breath as he closed and locked the door behind him before wandering over to look down at you. 

“I want to go to Venice first.”

“Venice?”

“Then Verona, Milan and Florence.”  He had that adorable confused look on his face and you had to hide your grin in one of the throw pillows for a moment.  “You know, for our vacation.”

“Oh!  SÌ, sÌ of course.  Well, he’s right amore, you do deserve a vacation.”  Copia dropped to his knees next to the couch, cradling your face in his hands for a moment before leaning in to press a quick kiss to your nose.  “We should do something else first.”

“And what’s that?”  He grinned as he stood up, groaning briefly when his knees popped.  With quick movements he moved to your feet and gently took your shoes off before sitting on the edge and working on his own.  “Copia?  What are you doing?”

“We are taking a nap.”  Copia noticed the confused look on your face and smiled softly, dropping his shoes on the ground and then sliding in next to you.  “A nap can do wonders, yeah?”

“I suppose.”  He chuckled against you, sweeping a hand over your head and rubbing your scalp.  With a sigh you melted against him, all the stress from the day seeping out of you by his presence alone.  “You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had.”

“Probably not, but you can tell me about it later, eh?  We should rest for a bit first.”

“Okie dokie, Papa.”  Copia laughed again and you felt his lips brush against your forehead.  You slipped your arms around his waist, getting as close as you possibly could.  Close enough his warmth alone began to lull you to sleep, the comforting beat of his heart under your ear helping as well.  “We’ll talk about Italy later.”

“Of course, amore.  Whatever it takes to keep the abbey standing.”

You grinned against his shirt, inhaling breaths of his cologne and letting everything that was Copia help relax you to sleep. 

@da-rulah your nap is next 😉

Other Naps: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

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Headcanons for my One Piece hotties: Their reaction when their child calls them by the nickname their S/O calls them instead of dad.

I could literally picture this in my head and my hotties expressions😂

Kizaru✨

He could hear the faint sound of his child running towards him and saying something but he couldn’t make it out until he realized what his child was saying, “Kiz…kiz!”, the child called for their father as Kizaru huffed, “…say dad or papa…not Kiz”, he’d say but that would just make his child call him by the cute nickname again and again.

Akainu🌋

“Puppy! Puppy!”, is all Akainu could hear as he was tending to his plants when he felt his child cling to his leg and looking up at him all doe eyed, “…puppy”. He’d go red in the face knowing his S/O is the only person to ever call him this and now…it was his child. He would sit with his child that entire afternoon, trying to get them to call him dad or papa.

Ryokugyu🌱

He would be taking a nap with his child on his chest before the child woke up and poked their dad’s face, trying to wake him up, “Ryo yo…Ryo yo!”, they said taking off his sunglasses and putting them on. He’d wake up lazily and look at his child with a smirk, “What did you say, you little shit?”.

Fujitora 🐅

He would be eating his soba in the garden when his S/O brought him some tea, he was just about to ask where their child was when he heard the familiar name, “Issh Issh! I want soba too!”, his child would say before coming up and cuddling next to him. He’d be at a loss for words and then would burst out in laughter, “now now, you’ve got to call me papa first…”, he’d say but of course this doesn’t happen.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

His child would sneak into his office with their crocodile plushie and then cuddle in his lap, “Had a good nap, little one?”, he’d ask as he holds them close to his chest and gives their forehead a kiss, “Yes, Croc…Mr Croccy kept me safe too”, the child would say, “…what did you call me?”, he’d ask with a slender raised eyebrow, “Croc…you’re Croc!”, they’d say with a big smile. This made the pirate blush for a while afterwards.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

“Doffffffyyyyy…where are youuu? Doffyyy!”, his child would be shouting as they skipped around the palace looking for their father. Doflamingo was in a meeting with his crew when he heard his child and a vein popped on his forehead as he walked over and picked his child up, “hey hey, you call me dad or papa, you little squirt”, he said with a smirk, “okay, Doffy!”, the child would say while his crew just laughed in response.

Benn Beckman 🔫

“Stud! Mom said dinner is ready!”, his child would shout from the courtyard as Benn was busy in the garden, “Yeah yeah, I’m coming…wait…what did you say?”, he’d ask looking surprised, “mom said dinner is ready, stud!”. Benn would definitely be cursing when he heard that and would ask his S/O not to call them that anymore.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

“Let’s have a tea party, Kata!”, his child would say as Katakuri walked out of the bedroom, “Sure, sweetie… let me just…wait…what did you say?”, he’d ask with wide eyes, “Kata, here is your cup of tea….come sit with me!”, his child would say again. He would sigh and look at his S/O with a disapproving look as they laughed before going to the tea party.

Killer🔪

He would just come home after a long while at sea and his child would run into his arms, giving him kisses, “mom! Babe is home!”, his child would say as Killer looked at his child in confusion, “hey I’m your dad…not babe”, he’d chuckle, “but mommy calls you babe…so you’re babe!”, the child would say happily, giving him more kisses. Killer would pout at his S/O, “…this is all your fault…call me dad from now until they get it”.

Kaido🐉

He’d be taking a walk with his child, hand in hand when they point out a fruit that they wanted from a tree. He’d pick it out for them and clean it on his shirt before handing it over, “Thank you, Kai Kai”, they’d say with a big smile before eating happily, “You’re welcome…Kai Kai? That’s what your mother calls me…you say papa not that…okay, little one?”, he’d say trying not to be too strict, “but Kai Kai is so cute and you’re so cute too”, the child would say which would make the Yonko blush and mumble to himself about not being cute.

King👑

His child was learning how to control their wings to it wasn’t just flapping around and knocking things over. When they did get some control, they squealed happily, “I got it, look, love! I got it!”. King was just about to acknowledge his kid when he heard them call him ‘love’, “that’s great, little one, but…uhh only your mom calls me love…call me dad, okay?”. His kid complete ignores him and tries to control their wings, “Love, my wings are cooler than yours!”. King would pout about the name for a while.

Queen👑

He would be taking care of his kid for the day since his S/O was out running some errands, “Q…I’m hungry…I want ice cream”, the child would say as they clung to their father’s clothes, “Shit, it’s not even 9am, alright but don’t tell your mom or she’ll kill me…hey call me pops! Not Q! That’s okay for your mom”, he’d say looking shocked, “but Q is so cool and you’re so cool!”, his child would reply in awe of their father. Queen would melt at this and just cuddle his child, “alright but if your mom scolds you…I’m not part of it”.

Izou🔫🔫

He would doing his child’s hair just to make sure they were all neat for the day as his S/O was busy making breakfast, “there all done, now what do we say?”, he’d ask as he gave his child a kiss on the forehead, “Thank you, Izzy! I love it”, the child would say happily before running to show their mother, “hey hold on, you gotta call me papa! Not Izzy! Come back here!”, Izou would shout after his kid but there was no turning back now.

[tonberry-yoda]

HIIIIII ITS MEEEE- 🚁 the brrrr

its not papa croc but fluff croc is as 💪😤 ✨

Hereeeee

Croc maybe had something he had to tend to and returned late at night to y/n sleeping in dim lights in their very the comfortable the room 😌

And bro as always, tried to be as silent he can, doing his night routine before getting into the bed

But then croc had to hit his foot on the side of something that led to him hitting his head on another thing and something knocked over something and the other thing fell but he caught the thing in time landing on the floor on his bed in a swift magic poof poof move ykno

Thats when he heard a small mumble "crocodile you're an idiot" with a small mumbled laugh

When he looked towards y/n, shes still asleep and snoring and yes

As always you can take a smol percent of this idea or add more stuff to it and take this as an inspirationnn or no do this one 😌

Btw i saw your pending request list and jaw is dropped 👁️👄👁️

Proves you are a really good writer bc yu slayy :)

Anyway have great day and may yu continue to slay 🙏✨

-heli go brrrr 🐑🛋️

Late Again - Crocodile

notes - AHHHHH HI!!! I just finished Impel Down and saw wifey croc and nearly lost my mind! I love him sm and have been brainrotting for him B A D! Thank you for being the croc lover here and I am so glad this was still in my inbox for me to do tee hee. Lots of love and thank you so much for your kind words as always, it means a lot <3 word count - 339

You sighed at you dimmed the lights. He had to be home soon. You just kept reminding yourself that as you tucked yourself in your warm sheets. You were used to Croc being out late, but tucking yourself into bed was always pretty hard.

Passing out though was a whole other ordeal. And an actual easy one. You worked hard, almost just as hard as your husband, so getting to sleep was nothing and you would always pass out, lights on or off.

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Crocodile opened the front door slowly, sighing as he knew you were probably out by now. He wasn't keeping track of time and the moment he looked at the clock, he wanted to slap himself in the face.

He packed up as quickly as he could and came home to darkness. Luckily, he already ate, so he didn't have to worry about that, but damn would it be nice to get a kiss or a hug or anything after such a long day.

He slipped off his shoes and hung up his coat before going upstairs. A sliver of hope came to him when he saw the light on in your bedroom, but that always happened. So when he saw the dim light shining on your sleeping figure, a little bit of disappointment swept over him.

He tried tip toeing around, but failed miserably when he hit his foot on the side of the nightstand, which made an empty glass fall (surprisingly not shattering in the process) and then he hit his head on a bookshelf nearby somehow, which made him again hit the same foot from earlier onto the bed frame.

Crocodile felt like such an idiot and he looked at you with wide eyes.

Somehow you were still asleep.

Until you let out a mumble. "You're such an idiot, Croc."

He turned off the lamp and crawled into bed. "You don't have to tell me twice." he whispered.

But as he wrapped his arms around you, he noticed that you were still fast asleep.

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[gourmet-gator]

(apologies for the very sketchy look, I'm in a bit of a rush)

"Hello hello! My name is Kra (@gascansposts ) and word has spread around about you Mr. Lecroux, the boss of Carnival Lecroux for those who aren't in the know, having a ghosty child!"

*Kra looks towards the ghostly apparition of the croc child*

"and why hello there! Is there anything that you or your guardian would like to say to Realms News? Yes we are on live TV so please try to keep it clean for the little ears listening!"

( @opheliajupiter99 if you'd like to jump in feel free!)

Well, whatta do there, miss! You’ve heard right, ‘cause of some uh… let’s call ‘em magicks from beyond, I’ve been made the papa of Magnolia here!

*He wraps an arm around Magnolia’s shoulder, a beaming, proud smile on his face.*

An’ I care for her with all my heart.

Y’ got anything to say to the nice reporter lady, Magnolia?

[thelampisaflashlight]

Everything Goes On Pt. 7

[Mistakes were made. Not suitable for younger audiences. Previous part here.] Below the cut.

"Ya know..." Swiss whispers to Dew as Papa leads the beginnings of mass, "...I've never been really into this whole going to church thing, but something about seeing you dressed up all modest-like is making me feel strangely pious..."

"I'll make you pious your pants if you don't shut up." Dew glowers, shooting him a glare from his spot in the first row, "Now sit up straight and listen to the sermon."

"Yes, Mom."

"You-"

Mountain pinches Swiss' ear, pulling him back.

"Ow!"

"Behave."

Swiss pouts.

"You both suck..."

Dew sighs and does his best to ignore Swiss' antics, if Aether were here, he would...

"-and now to perform the ceremonial rites, I ask the Bishop Dewcifer to-"

"Wait, seriously, that's your full name-" Swiss whisper shouts leaning forward again.

Dew stealthily smacks Swiss on the back of his head with his tail as he stands before proceeding to join Copia on stage.

"To assist the bishop in this most sacred of rituals, Sister Cumulus will-"

Despite a few minor hiccups -in the form of actual hiccups on the part of a toddler in the back of the hall drinking his juice too fast, and thankfully not Dew himself, because that would have been mortifying- the rites are completed with ease.

Dew had been more or less confident he would remember the words he needed to recite, and that Cumulus would know the order of the candles that needed to be lit by heart, but there's always those last minute jitters to contend with.

Overall, the ceremony had gone well.

By now, most of the siblings have returned to their dorms to prepare for the post ritual feast, save for Copia, Cumulus, a few select members of the clergy who would act as witnesses, and Dew himself of course, so the atmosphere had shifted to a more casual one.

With important figures like Sister Imperator and Mr. Saltarian gone off to attend to matters elsewhere, no one is feeling particularly serious.

Dew, with the assistance of Cumulus, has shucked his outer robes in favor of the simple cassock worn beneath the heavy layers of fabric, and even Copia had removed his mitre, a clear sign to those gathered that this is, essentially, break time.

"Remind me to wear crocs under my robes next time, these fucking dress shoes are killing my feet." Dew groans, leaning on Mountain, who has graciously offered to keep his friend balanced while he kicks off his footwear in favor of sliding on the loose slippers he'd dropped into the ghoul's lap just before the ceremony, "Gonna suck to put those back on..."

"Want to trade?" Cumulus asks, holding up her heels, having opted to go barefoot, the soles of her stocking covered feet being soothed by the cold stone flooring, "Ugh... at least part of the path to the sunken chapel is paved..."

Dew stretches, "I doubt your tiny shoes would fit me."

"Your feet aren't much bigger than mine, see?" Cumulus places her foot beside Dew's, "There's maybe a centimeter of difference."

"Tell you what, so long as no one dies during the summoning tonight, I'll try on your heels AFTER dinner." Dew says, moving to lightly step on Cumulus' foot.

"...Can you wear her dress, too?" A curious looking Swiss asks, poking his head into view from behind Mountain, "And while we're at it-"

"I'm not wearing a dress, Swiss." Dew rolls his eyes, "Shoes are one thing, but a dress is going too far."

"You have worn a skirt before though." Cumulus points out.

"Please don't encourage him."

"You guys, Dew can't wear Cumulus' dress." Mountain says flatly.

"Thank you, Mount, I knew you'd be on my s-"

"Burgundy doesn't match his skin tone, I think maybe a baby blue would be better, like that short little nightgown Sunny used to wear."

"Oooh~! You're so right, Mount!" Cumulus claps her hands together excitedly, "I could even do your make-up~!"

Dew purses his lips then sighs.

"And where exactly am I getting all dolled up to go, Lus? Huh?"

Swiss slides up behind Dew and wraps his hands around his waist, resting his chin on his shoulder, "Could come by my room later and finish up that back rub Cirrus so rudely interrupted, hm~?"

Dew considers this for a moment, feeling Swiss' hands sink to his hips.

"Hold on, Cirrus walked in on you two getting it on?" Cumulus asks, "Really?"

"I mean, we weren't actually gonna fuck-"

Swiss nods solemnly, "It was an apology massage for being a dick."

"-and then Cirrus burst through my door, busted the lock."

"Undid all of my hard work." he pouts, slipping his hands around to squeeze Dew's ass, earning a swat from Dew's tail, "So mean..."

"Why'd she do that??" Cumulus wonders, crossing her arms, "Actually, Cir's been acting kind of funny lately..."

"Funny haha, or funny bad?"

"More like... funny... upset?" Cumulus places her hands under her chin, "She's been really clingy lately, and only just this morning we had a fight about- Never mind. I'll try talking to her some more later, it's not worth getting into right now, we have to head over to the chapel soon."

"Wanna take bets on spade shape?" Swiss proposes, "I still have my bingo card from Sunny's summoning."

"Satanas, I forgot how informal that all was... I blame being cooped up in the abbey for over a year with you guys." Cumulus shakes her head.

"It felt more like a baby shower instead of a summoning honestly..." Mountain says, earning a series of curious stares from the other ghouls, "What? You all forget I've been on the surface for a very long time now."

"How many baby showers have you been to??" Dew questions, once more slapping Swiss' hands away from his butt as they begin the walk to the chapel.

"I have been many a siblings plus one to these sorts of events." he says, "I have eaten many a gender reveal cake to the sounds of a couple bickering over the fact that one of them wanted a boy or a girl and wound up expecting the other..."

"Ooughh..." the other ghouls hiss.

"There was one that I enjoyed though, it was a bee themed party... 'Announcing The Arrival of Our Bay-Bee'. Very cute, ten out of ten."

"What'd the cake look like?" Cumulus asks.

"A lovely yellow honeycomb without any hauntingly blue or pink dye to make my bowel movements look like I have some kind of disease-"

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"So, kits, yes or no?" Aether had asked Dew once while they were laying in bed together.

Dew hummed thoughtfully for a moment before shaking his head.

"Can you imagine me as a parent? I'd be awful..."

Aether had cuddled him close then and told him sincerely, "I think you'd be a wonderful dad."

Dew is panicking.

The moon must have decided to have a blue light special, because not only did the summoning spell spit out one ghoul, it spit out two ghouls a freaking baby-

"I-It's not mine."

"Not mine either..."

-who is now clinging onto the front of Dew's cassock for dear life making little alarmed "meeps" whenever someone tries to make a grab for them, having retreated into the folds of the band around Dew's waist to hide when he himself tried to remove them.

"How did this happen??" Copia wonders aloud, looking over the incantations for a third time, "Do... D-Do we send it back?? Did we just kidnap... kitnap?? A baby??"

Mountain gently pats Copia's back, "It's fine, it's fine... and, no, now we can't send it back that would be dangerous."

"What do we do with it then??"

Swiss pokes the lump hiding under Dew's waistband, making the kit wiggle and squirm.

Dew smacks his hand away, "Don't do that."

"Because I'll scare it?"

"Yeah, and it fucking tickles."

"Don't swear in front of the baby!" Swiss gasps.

"I doubt it understands what we're saying." Dew says, placing his palm over the kit, "Thing's tiny as sh-... Heck. Tiny as heck. Probably still has its ears pinned."

"For real though, what do we do with it?" Cumulus asks, trying to peek at the kit from the gap in the band, "There's no way we could send it back."

Dew glances off to the side, "Well... I mean, it's kind of our responsibility now..."

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Dinner is... shockingly uneventful.

Mountain had half expected the clergy to crazy at the sight of not only two new ghouls, but a kit to boot, but the overall reception is one of subdued excitement.

It's later in the evening, so, really, he can't be all that surprised, but he'd assumed at least one person would ask about the strange little ball of fluff tucked into his sweater...

Indeed, they'd managed to free the kit from Dew's cassock, but the poor thing started shaking almost immediately upon contact with the air, so Mountain offered to keep it warm for the time being until they could figure out what to do with it otherwise.

Dew, who opted to sit beside him at dinner, spent about half the night feeding the kit scraps from his plate.

Little bits of turkey, less than half a spoonful of mashed potatoes, the teeniest bit of goat milk... Honestly, Mountain was surprised at how easily Dew seemed to take to caring for the kit, only to get a reality check in the form of a reminder that the fire ghoul had raised multiple dogs up from puppies, and the process of feeding and maintaining a kit was not all that dissimilar up until a point.

However, a phantom of a voice plays in the back of his mind.

“Can you imagine Dew as a parent? He could barely take care of himself up until a couple years ago, and that’s only because I spent ages trying to learn what makes him goddamn tick.” 

“I’m ready to step back from things and slow down and he’s… he’s still acting like we’re a couple of kits. I… I don’t have the energy to put up with him anymore, so I ended things now before things got any… any worse.”

"I'm tired of being his caretaker, Mount."

Mountain glances at Dew as he feeds the kit another bite sized piece of turkey, using his thumb to wipe away a bit of gravy from its face.

"So... Does this make you a dad now?" Mountain asks, and Dew laughs.

"Nah... I'm not ready to be a parent. Think I'll stick to raising my Hellhounds a little longer." He says, watching the kit curl up to sleep, "Besides, I know there's some ghouls here that would happily take this guy in."

"It's a boy?" Mountain asks, tilting his chin to look at the kit, "And you do?"

"Hell if I know, I wasn't about to check while it was already freaked out." he shrugs, "And yeah, yeah, I do."

Dew nods in the direction of two of the ghouls who had been keeping guard earlier in the evening... Cowbell and Special.

"...What?" Mountain's eyes go wide, "Those two?"

"Shhh..." Dew shushes him, "Yeah, back when... when Aether was still working in the infirmary, they were trying to work on adopting a human kit they were fostering together, but ya know how that stuff goes..."

"I didn't even know those two were a thing..." Mountain whispers, "...I mean good for them, I guess... Also, weren't there three guards earlier?"

Dew nods, then gestures for Mountain to lean over.

"I managed to set Swiss up with them for the evening instead of me, they both ran off before Copia finished the toast."

Mountain blinks.

"You turned down se-" he glances down at the sleeping kit, "-adult fun time with Swiss for this?"

"Ehn, I wasn't feeling up to it anymore honestly..." Dew admits, "It's... different now without Aether. Just not the same when you don't get cuddles afterwards. I mean, Swiss is good at that kind of stuff, but, ya know... doesn't have the same, uhh, oomph to it, I guess."

"Ah."

"Yeah."

Mountain takes a moment to ponder what he's learned.

"...Seriously though, Special and Cowbell?"

"I know, right??"

[socksandcr0cs]

Ghost Mutals Tag Game 🦇 Send this to the last ten Ghesties in your notifications, then reply here with ten facts about yourself! Let's get to know each other!

(I dont check my asks much so this is probably late)

My favorite ghoul is mountain

My favorite papa is primo

I cant sleep unless its cold but i also have to have 3 blankets on me

I play dnd

My favorite cereal is cinnamon toast crunch

I do infact wearing socks with my crocs

I LOVE clowns

Im learning to pkay the drums

I love hermitcraft

[modernperplexity]

Chapter 5 Sneak Peak

Hey everyone! I'm editing the last part of this chapter and working to have it ready for this week's Frankie Friday! But for now, here's a little sneak peek 💜

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Camilla smiled in response but her attention quickly shifted to your cube shelf. Her tiny hands eagerly grasped the small toy helicopter whose tail roter peeked out from the storage cube. She hurried to show off the toy to her father. "Papa look!.. choppuh!"

"A big chopper!" you said, reaching for another smaller model from the storage cube to continue Cami's play.

"Like the one Daddy flies," Frankie added, his eyes meeting yours with a warm smile spreading across his lips. "Speaking of... I’d like to take you with me sometime." Your heart skipped a beat as you bit your lip, a smile coloring your cheeks a rosy shade of pink in response to his offer. 

“I’m sorry” he paused, a hint of nervousness flashing across his eyes “I should’ve waited until after the session to ask but I wanted to ask you in person”

"No, it’s okay, I'd really like that," you replied, feeling your heart flutter with anticipation.

"Great, It's a date," Frankie confirmed, sealing the moment with a promise that made your heart swell.

As the session came to an end, you felt a surge of excitement coursing through you. With a lingering touch on your shoulder, Frankie whispered, "I’m excited to be your pilot." His breath brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Likewise," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Frankie's grin widened, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "I'll make sure every moment is worth the wait," he promised.

It hadn't been long after you walked them out of the clinic when your phone's screen lit up with a text notification that made your heart skip a beat.

Frankie: You looked really beautiful this morning.

You: I think I'll look even better as your co-pilot ;)

Frankie: Oh, I bet. Might get a little too distracted.

You couldn't help but giggle at his response, feeling a warm blush spread across your cheeks.

Frankie: By the way, I haven't forgotten about that faucet. I can swing by wednesday evening, If you're free.

You felt a wave of heat rise to your cheeks.

You: That works! Looking forward to seeing you, handyman.

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[olitheox]

This is the first time I’ve ever posted head-cannons or anything but I’ve had this idea running around in my head all day so here’s some head-cannons for The brothers of sins/more masc siblings uniforms.

Brothers/Siblings of sin uniform hc

My hcs for the brothers/masc siblings of sin uniforms would very much look like a catholic priest’s, much like how the ladies habits are a bit like a nuns

Black shoes and pants, as well as a priests black shirt and collar (maybe the black shirt would have gold buttons to tie in with honouring the colours of Copia, Or dark purple buttons to honour Terzo?)

The colour of their collar would be the colour of the reigning Papa at the time, so navy for Papa IV. Also with a black or maybe gold grucifix in the middle. (Yknow Papa IV’s more pointed gold grucifix? Yea you get the vibe)

But possibly if a sibling/brother worked closely or was one of the older papas s/o they’d be allowed to wear a collar the same colour as their respective Papa (example: a sibling that’s worked as Primos garden helper since he was in reign may be permitted to wear a red collar, A brother that was Secondo’s personal assistant may wear a green collar and so on)

Their black pants could have a grucifix on the side of one of their pant legs aswell, but tbh I feel like that might be a bit too flashy.

For the most part I feel they’d be expected to wear dressy shoes or boots for rituals/special occasions but be aloud to wear whatever kind of shoes any other time with exceptions, like if a sibling wore doc martens or combat boots(maybe even platforms) that would be totally acceptable but say if a brother pulled up to latin class in crocs Secondo might tsk and chew him out a bit.

I also feel like either suspenders or a belt would go with all that, maybe a particularly devout sibling may wear a black or navy belt with gold buckle with Papa IVs grucifix Engraved into it, but I don’t think it would be mandatory, a simple black belt would be fine too.

Anyway that’s all I got in the thinker, I was actually super nervous to post this but yknow what you only live once so 🤷‍♂️. I also have a terrible fashion sense and don’t know how to dress myself on the regular so if any of these seem like they’d clash or just not look good I’m so sorry😂. I’m totally open to opinions though, and if anyone wanted to adopt these hcs that’s awesome! I’m shit at drawing and have no digital stuff to make art with, or know how to use photoshop or else I would’ve tried to come up with some sort of something. so you’ll just have to use your ✨imagination✨. Maybe I’ll post some other headcannons in the future who knows. Bye bye for now 💙💛

[ottomaticangels]

(FIC) He Lives Your Own Life in Retrospect - Criminal Minds

ao3 ★

In his free time, Spencer’s favourite thing to do was visit the boy across their street. Like, say, right now.

OR; Sam gets hurt and Spencer visits him to see if he’s alright.

In his free time, Spencer’s favourite thing to do was visit the boy across their street. 

It’s not like he had to really specify which boy he was visiting considering the fact that their suburb didn’t have a lot of people in, but it made sense to him – there were 3 other people in his household but Spencer specifically visited for the boy.

Sam, which Spencer had taken a habit of calling him any other name but , was a sweet kid. He was about 15-years-old and had a heart of gold, tougher than Spencer ever was when he was 15.

He found pride in him.

The kid had a natural fighting spirit and found similar joy in it. Admittedly, He didn’t get hurt as much as Spencer did, since some didn’t really want to hurt someone his age that badly, but that didn’t mean there weren’t occasions that he did.

Like, say, right now.

It was the reason he found himself outside his house’s door, one hand knocking on the dark wood while the other carefully balanced a container of banana bread. 

Papa’s specialty. He helped him make it himself, so it was basically like he made it. He’ll take credit where it works out. It made him feel better about the gift, knowing that he had genuine assistance in the making of it.

Because Sam had gotten into a fight and it had been a bad one. Spencer recalls coming back home like that; broken fingers, concussion, broken ankle, and half his pride dwindled. He finds it almost ironic how his old injuries mirrored Sam’s current ones. 

Another thing that made him feel better, because then Spencer would know how to treat his injuries and he’d have some support with it.

He didn’t really need to know much to know that Sam’s family was fucked up. Spencer knew intimately what it was like to get hurt and not have your own blood care for you. He didn’t want Sam to feel the same.

“Spencer,” Dean, Sam’s brother, opens the door. Eyes dropping immediately to his hand, eyebrows raising. He almost felt bashful at that moment. He had expected him to bring gifts. He had a habit of doing so whenever he visited Sam.

“What brings you here?”

He offers the container to Dean, smiling as non-awkwardly as he could. “I heard that Tiger got himself decked the other day. I wanted to see if he was alright.”

At the mention of that, Dean’s face seemed to get gloomier. He appreciated that he was the only one in his family that cared for Sam, and for that Spencer found him a decent person. “That idiot picked a fight with the wrong people and got himself beaten up, yeah.”

“Is.. he alright?”

Dean thinks for a second, before shaking his head. “Come inside. Dad and Mom are out so I’m giving you guys an hour and a half tops before I have to kick you out.”

Spencer sighed, both in relief that he was being allowed to see Sam for himself and out of stress because that meant that Sam wasn’t okay . He tries to make himself feel better as he steps in the house that he was playing video games and watching movies to pass the time, something that he did when he got bodied.

He kneeled down to the floor, taking off his crocs and hooking his fingers at the straps. 

He was going to carry it to Sam’s bedroom. Dean looks at him weirdly before shrugging him off – He just didn’t want to leave any evidence that he was here just in case their Dad and Mom came back home earlier than expected. 

Spencer had to admit that it was a strange experience to be wearing crocs, but they were just down the street and he didn’t wanna overdo it by wearing his sneakers.

“What are his injuries?” he asks, pretending like he didn’t know and if Dean saw through his lies, he was tired enough to not mention it.

“Sprained ankle, broken knuckles, a couple of broken fingers, and general bruises. Nothing that Sammy can’t take.” 

Spencer doesn’t know how to feel about that statement.  1. Because he knew himself how strong Sam was so he couldn’t object, 2. It implied things that made Spencer want to punch Dean.

“I brought some medicine for him.”

“Good,” Dean gestures for him to go upstairs, already walking away into the living room. “Bitch needs it. Just don’t get too noisy up there, I need some sleep.”

Spencer ignores the implications, only nodding in confirmation despite knowing that Dean couldn’t see him doing so. 

“Try to stay awake.” He reminded, both for his and their sake. All of them needed Dean to be aware, because if their parents found out about Spencer’s presence in their home, he would get crucified. He wasn’t really keen on experiencing that.

He didn’t really expect a response. Dean, from what he’s seen, had very low energy. So instead he took the initiative to go upstairs. But as he did, he heard a barely audible, “I’ll try.” so he guessed that was something.

He ascended the stairs and he thinks about what he’ll say to Sam. In true Spencer fashion he hadn’t really thought it through, just knew that he intended to go to his house and make him feel better. He had no idea how to do that –

Maybe he could just talk to him? He already does that all the time so that’s something familiar he can start with.

“Spencer?” he heard Sam shout in his room, and he knows that Sam recognized him for his footsteps. “Spencer!”

He couldn’t help but smile at Sam’s enthusiasm. “Hey Kid!” he exclaimed as he approached the appropriate door. It wasn’t easy to miss, considering there was a full–on Doctor Who poster on it. David Tennant looked dapper as always.

As he swung the door open, carefully because the door knob was basically on the verge of falling off, he’s surprised with the sight of a completely pummelled Sam. It kinda made his chest hurt. He knew that he really shouldn’t be surprised, Dean had told him himself that he had ‘general bruises’.

Didn’t expect so much, though.

Bruises on his face, a couple on his arms, and if he peaked at the slight reveal of his stomach amongst his white t-shirt, he could see bruises on there too.

Spencer tried his best to not sigh in frustration. He didn’t want him to think that he was upset at him, out of all people. So he trails his eyes from his stomach to his face instead and he tries to not focus on the sick bruises and instead on the fact that Sam was pouting at him.

He was laid on his back with his legs on top of two pillows, and he had guessed correctly about the video games part because there was a controller in his hands. Respect. “You really need to stop calling me kid, dude. I’m only 5 months younger than you.”

He snorted, stepping into the room and closing the door. Not locking, just in case, but just closed. “I don’t see a difference, still a wittle baby to me.” He moved close enough that he could ruffle his hair and he tries not to laugh at Sam’s distasteful groans. He knew he really didn’t mind. Sam just wasn’t used to properly showing vulnerabilities yet.

“You’re still a wittle baby.” Sam retorts and it’s so lame that it kinda hits Spencer somewhere in the feels. 

‘Damn, maybe he’s right.’

Still, Spencer just rolls his eyes and sits on his bed, right next to Sam’s legs. He haphazardly places his crocs on the floor while giving him a soft encouraging pat,  “So how’s your recovery going?”

Sam grunted, nose flaring. “Terrible.”

“Oh?” he raises an eyebrow sceptically. He reaches into his pockets for the paper bag with medicine, before throwing it to Sam’s side. He gets a grateful nod and a smile in return and Spencer shrugs. 

“Don’t get your balls in a twist,” he scrunches his nose at the phrase, “it’s probably going really well, it’s just that it’s painful that I don’t think it is.”

“So what have you been.. Doing?”

“Games, movies, I’ve been put in momentary house arrest by Dean. Sucks way more than you think it does.”

“Nah I get you.” Spencer comforts, “When I got beaten up, the first thing I did during my first week of being grounded was try to sneak out. Learned my lesson there.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “You sneaked out during your recovery process? Dude you have fantastic knees.”

A baffled laugh leaves him before Spencer can stop himself, “Not the first time I’ve heard that.”

“No but I’m not kidding. How are you even able to walk?”

Spencer shrugs, “I’ve had to walk through worse.” he offhandedly informs and he realises way too late that maybe that wasn’t the best idea.

Sam knew that Spencer was adopted into the Hossi household, he knew that he hadn’t grown up the bestest of lives when he was young. There were too many aspects of Spencer’s behaviour that screamed ‘traumatised at a young age’ (fighting probably didn’t aid him with being covert about the fact). 

But he had never really been open about it. Others usually had to observe to know but there were moments where it came from his own mouth. Like right now – because Spencer thought that had been a completely normal thing to say.

“Don’t.” Spencer warns when he sees Sam open his mouth. “You’re the one hurt right now. Don’t focus on me, kid.”

For a moment Sam quiets, and Spencer fears that he has to try and convince him to stay in his lane. Sam pouts. “Don’t call me kid.”

“Atta’ boy” Spencer jokingly responds and he barely dodges the pillow thrown his way.

[ratontheline]

Ummm I just realised I didn’t even bother to introduce myself or anything SORRYS😭🙏

About me:

Hello! I’m Ratacto, idk how to pronounce it so call me rato. Welcome! This blog is just to kinda be like an archive of my art with some art rants in between.

Things I’m into are:

Vtubers

Anime

Gacha games

Minecraft

Papa games

Art

Crocs

Tanks

I’m not super active here my bad yall, I am lil bit more active on my twt/X

Thank you for liking and re-blogging my stuff chillies👋

[pb-dot]

Film Friday: Crawl

There's a subgenre of movies I've come to appreciate a lot, and I have no idea what to call the thing. These flicks tend to fall in the supergenres of horror or thriller. They usually feature a person with a Problem, some unresolved trauma, or a source of stress in their lives who get trapped with some source of physical danger that functions as a metaphor for the above. It's your 127 hours, The Shallows, Fall, and today's movie Crawl. Peril Therapy is perhaps a name that fits, but I'll have to think it over. In the meanwhile, why don't we take a look at this here alligator hell one young woman finds herself trapped in?

Haley is struggling with her swimming results. After getting an athlete's scholarship, her results are now plateauing, and she fears she might be at her limit. Haley will, however, have more immediate concerns when a conversation with her sister sends her to look for their semi-estranged father, who has gone radio silent in the middle of a nascent hurricane hitting his Florida home. Once she seeks him out, she finds her father, unfortunately, this also sees her trapped in a flooding basement with her dear papa and at least one unusually large alligator. It's now up to the two to work together against the reptilian predators to get the hell out of dodge before they drown and/or get eaten.

Like many movies of its ilk, Crawl's exquisite tension is about managing the geography of its main location. The flooding cellar gets cut off from the rest of the world when a plus-sized gator bursts through its wooden stairs, and a support beam near the floor makes it a croc-free sanctuary that is unfortunately far enough from anything useful that gator interception is a very real problem, especially after one of the chompy hissing boys take a bite of Haley's leg. While more details are revealed as Haley's very divorced dad gets his ducks in a row and starts working the problem along with his daughter, there's a very palpable tension that the movie carries for its opening act. Will Haley manage to get her phone and get back without becoming gator chew? Will she even be able to reach anyone who could brave the hurricane and the ornery crocodilians to save her in the first place?

This isn't to say it's all about geography of course. The quietly brilliant part about Crawl compared to a lot of these movies are that there's actually two people trapped together. This is fun thematically because making the peril a metaphor for an ongoing relationship instead of grief of a dead loved one or infidelity or general malaise does lend the whole situation some immediacy. You don't have to wait for Haley to discover her desire to keep on living because she's got to get her dumbass dad out of there. and while Dad does take a bit more prodding to get there, he at least knows he has to get his daughter out of this alligator feeding pit somehow.

The relationship isn't quite as quietly powerful as in, say, A Quiet Place, but it's entertaining and engaging all the same. We get a dive into a relationship gone stagnant because of unspoken assumptions and poor communication as both father and daughter have to reclaim who they are and who they are to each other to get out.

Make no mistake, this movie isn't exactly cerebral. It does some fun character work to which both Kaya Scodelario and Barry Pepper give their all, but the main draw is gators being scary, as well as delivering Slasher Style thrashing violence on bit part characters. There's a 80's era slasher bent to the violence, treading that fine line between upsetting and humorous that, for example, Friday 13th Part 6, danced so expertly on.

In short, Crawl is a lot of fun. The gators are scary in that "nature strikes back"/"humans are no longer on top of the food chain" way that large predators on film often are. There's also a lot of drive to the main relationship between Haley and her father, and the way it matches the brisk pace of the movie in general really makes it feel fun, even though the subject matter is a bit on the heavy side.

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1059 - Initial Thoughts

And we're back from our break

One Piece's final saga still has yet to find a destination, since we still have a tsunami of pieces outside of Wano that have yet to fall into place, the aftermath of the Reverie is still widely unknown to us so we have to further look into what happened while the Straw Hats, Law and Kid were upsetting the system.

Spoilers for the Chapter, support the Official Release also

So Caesar's gas was hallucinogenic, causing Oven and Katakuri to fight one another. I'd still back Katakuri to win that one though

Seems Marco caught up with Shanks who gave him a lift back to his island

Shanks still wanting Marco on his crew too, wonder if they gushed about Luffy or chatted about Ace during the voyage

Marco doesn't want to babysit Shanks and though Shanks refutes that Papa Beck can't back him up XD

And like, Marco you're just over half the age Whitebeard was stop using the 'I'm old' card

Wano arc may be over but we keep flashing back to Wano still

Get a bit more validation for Yamato staying, seems that Yamato is indeed staying to protect Wano from threats rather than 'touring Wano' like he told Momo, saying that to maintain his pride

In a way Yamato is still a reserve Straw Hat, but Luffy is kinda leaving Yamato in charge of Wano, which gives them both peace of mind that it'll be safe, much like Vivi and Alabasta

Sanji I'm begging you to treat Yamato like a dude

Marco announces his departure so Luffy makes sure to thank him for Marineford, Jinbe and Marco also do a bit of reminiscing before Marco tells Luffy that Ace'd be proud

Oh shit we're covering Amazon Lily now

Boa's alive, but she like Mihawk has to assess leaving their island to protect it, but instead of Croc on the call she is considering just marrying Luffy again

I keep forgetting that it's been weeks since the fallout

The new Pacifistas are called Seraphims?

Margaret and Sweetpea cameo, where's Aphelandra??

Oh. Ohhhh nooo. They got Lunarian Pacifistas, and they've made them kids to be extra shrewd

Oh Shit and now Blackbeard is here??

He's after Boas fruit! Shit! Fuck! But they're all so ugly!

Can we just stab Vasco in his gross face, seriously ew man

Marines being bitches and waiting for an order to fight an emperor that's swatting you like flies

Poor Coby's trying his best, trying to negotiate Boa's surrender to cease the fighting, but Boa refuses to be anyone's captor again

Seems Blackbeard knows about Lunarians too

Oh that looks like a baby King! With Mihawk eyes!

And maybe Mihawk swordplay given that it cleaved half of Amazon Lily entirely

I guess Blackbeard used Black Hole to suck the Pacifista into his void

Boa meanwhile has Slave Arrow'd everyone, but the other Pacifista has no care for collateral

Coby tries to order it off but Blackbeard then gets his grips on Boa

Ooh, Boa's bounty is in the 1bn club, and Blackbeard did indeed get a bounty increase to 3.996 billion

Devon talked big game but even she got turned to stone with Vasco and Helmeppo

Boa's got an ace up her sleeve too, killing her will permanently turn Blackbeard's commanders to stone

More mystery surrounding Rocky Port, but it seems to have had the accidental consequence of Blackbeard ousting out 'Ochoku' and taking over Beehive. Could Ochoku be the man with flames on his face? Edit: Oh shit Ochoku was a Rocks pirate member! Coby, Law and a Rocks pirate all in one place!?

Blackbeard asks Coby his opinion on letting Boa go if she releases their men, which Boa claims she'd agree to do if they leave

But Teach doesn't buy it, he expects Boa to turn on them so he opts to kill her despite Coby's protests

AND NOW RAYLEIGH IS HERE!

Rayleigh plays the negotiator to ensure that both side's terms are met, so Blackbeard still has some fear in him for the legends

Hang up, Shakky FORMER EMPRESS OF AMAZON LILY AND FORMER CAPTAIN OF THE KUJA PIRATES???

Guess that explains how she'd know Boa would fall for Luffy, she had some first-hand experience with Rayleigh

Throws out the theory she was from Rocks, maybe? They make a point of it being two generations ago, so there's still a generation between Shakky and Boa

Telling though that Rayleigh thinks he can't beat Blackbeard though, he did ride off his own legend there

Whoa, one of the Lunarian Pacifistas looked like a kid Boa, but with star eyes

And Coby got kidnapped by Blackbeard!!!

Well shit Oda how much more can you escalate this?

Blueballing us with Sabo we instead get stuff on Boa, but I'm also curious if Marco spotted something on his way back to Sphinx, Weevil is still out there after all...

People will probably feel better about Yamato not joining with this explanation, think Oda probably added it in because of the negative impact. Still no word on Carrot though so I'm still trying to manifest that (I mean, how can Chopper be deemed by the WG both a 'pet' and a commander? It don't add up).

But then of course, information tsunami.

The new Pacifista are a problem, one which does indeed put the Navy has a powerful force in what I'd assume to be an all out war between Luffy and his enemies; from Blackbeard, Cross Guild and now the Navy there are a lot of threats at hand. The 'Seraphim' are dangerous given how Vegapunk has been able to replicate Lunarian DNA - thanks to all the King experimentations - and other warlords. One must wonder when they got the Warlord's DNA, and who they still have left? If they're able to duplicate DF powers we might even see clones of Law, Crocodile, Doflamingo and Blackbeard too, or even marines like Garp, Sengoku and the admirals! I'm not sure if they're actual children either, so they could potentially grow up or just be children to make enemies hesitate. The Hawk Eye does imply that Mihawk has some power in his eyes that improves his swordplay, but then again Blackbeard could block it with his Haki, the star eyes of the Boa Seraphim is interesting, maybe those are Doffy's eyes?

Calling them 'Seraphim' makes me worry that there are levels to the SSG too, maybe the Seraphim are just the Lunarian pacifistas, and there are other variants. Right now they don't seem to have an offensive weakness either, unless Vegapunk has hidden something in them like he did with Kuma's mission to protect the Sunny.

The times are getting tense when Rayleigh's not confident either, and this does mean that Boa may have to leave to avoid a second assault. Shakky as another empress may have intel to find a safe place for her though.

And then Coby, interesting that Blackbeard took him hostage, never seemed like that kinda guy. But maybe Teach wants to draw someone out; the marines, Garp, Shanks, Luffy? How Coby reacts is key since this is just like with Alvida all that time ago. It'll be interesting if he comes across Aokiji as well while in captivity.

We also have to remember that the WG themselves may also have tricks up their sleeve, Im is still a mystery - and Oda won't let Sabo tell us what went down with Vivi and Cobra yet - and we still don't know enough about Vegapunk or Rocks or Bonney or the other remaining ex-warlords (Weevil and Moria) or the Revolutionary Army to see what they can bring to the table to match. We don't even know if Big Mom and Kaido survived yet!

Long story short, this is getting crazy, and I don't think Oda's done

[tonberry-yoda]

So, I know I could've asked you this irl or something, but I wanna put it here lol

How would papa Croc act on his son's birthday? Like what does he give him? Where does he take him? And so on. 🐊

hey gurlllll! i mean, tbh asking me irl woulda been boring, you get a surprise (imagine being my sister, could never be you lmao) anyway, dorkface, i hope you like it because i sure do! thanks for requesting @thatoneartistinthecorner because it was super silly and fun to see you put in a request!

Croc as a father part 7

Pairing - Crocodile x reader

Warnings - none! just a lot of fluff!

Word Count - 313

Notes - (image below not mine) thanks again because i cannot get over these flippin croc as a dad fics! and anyone who wants to be tagged in the next part, just lmk! i know you guys love this too and thank you for that! have a great day and stay hydrated!! <333

“Caiman,” Crocodile’s voice was low, but he was smiling like an idiot. “Caiman, wake up, buddy.”

Caiman’s long black eyelashes fluttered open, face to face with his father who had a little party hat on his head. He jerked up with a giant smile on his face and threw his arms around the back of Crocodile’s neck. “It's my birthday! Dada! It's my birthday!!!”

“It is your birthday, buddy,” Crocodile wrapped his arm around his son and picked him up. “Me and mamma have a big surprise for you.”

“You do?!” Caiman’s eyes lit up, helping Crocodile remember why he became a dad in the first place.

“We do.” Crocodile bounced his son a couple of times and threw him in the air before bringing him into the kitchen where you waited with a party hat and a present.

Caiman ran up to you and threw his arms around you. “Thank you, mama!!”

You smiled softly and handed Caiman his present. “Of course, Cai. Happy birthday, my love.”

“You guys are the best!” Caiman set down the present gently, really getting a look at how big it is. And then… it shuffled. His present shuffled. “What the? My present’s moving mamma!”

You and Crocodile turned towards each other with a sweet smile. “Why don't you just open it, Cai?”

“O-Okay…” Caiman sounded skeptikal, but opened the present anyway. His face turned from slightly scared to shocked.

“What?!” Caiman quickly pulled out what was in the box and nearly cried. “My very own Banana Gator?!”

Caiman held the baby Banana Gator in his lap who licked his face, making him giggle.

He turned to you with tears in his eyes. “You’re the best mamma and daddy ever!!!” Caiman jumped up and nicely set down the gator, throwing his arms around the both of you.

He couldn't ask for better parents or a better birthday.

[ghostussy]

Nightly Conversations with Papa Emeritus II

WARNING: Some sexual innuendos ahead. Nothing graphic, just jokes LOL

Ao3

. . .

Silence.

The silence is so loud.

I've got to get out of here.

So you do. You're running through the halls, footsteps drowning out the deafening quiet. But all too soon it is replaced with the heavy feeling that something is following you; something dark, and evil; but you're not afraid. Not anymore.

It's the same threat that's followed close behind for years. It almost seemed like a friend; but you knew better. You knew well enough not to trust the darkness, no matter how warm it seems.

Finally your legs bring you to your destination; the back doors leading onto the patio, overlooking the garden. You hold your breath as you practically slam through them, frantically gasping in the night's cold air. Though it's cold outside, you're wearing only a light t-shirt and sleep shorts. The darkness dissipates, disappearing into the night sky and dissolving within the stars.

You hurriedly go to the rail, leaning your entire weight against it and looking up to the clear night sky. Still catching your breath, you relax.

"Aren't you cold?"

You flinch, pulling back from the railing with a small gasp and looking towards the voice. You see a paintless Secondo, also leaning against the railing to your right and holding a lit cigarette between his fingers. He's dressed warmly, wearing a gray pair of sweatpants and a black hooded sweatshirt that says Chicago White Sox. On his feet you notice an obnoxiously bright green pair of crocs.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was out here. I'll go back to my room," you say, voice audibly shaking as you take a few steps back. "S-sorry to intrude."

"Nonsense, you do not intrude. This little trip of yours was not planned, I presume?"

You feel your cheeks heat up. "No."

He takes a long drag of his cigarette and puffs out the smoke, releasing the smoke in wide rings. He eyes you from the side, and you realize he did the rings to show off.

"I hope it doesn't bother you if I finish this."

"No, not at all. After all, you were here first."

"Don't you have asthma?"

You pause. "You remember that?"

"Of course I do," he says as he puts out his cigarette. "I remember lots of things."

"Like the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs?" You tease, flashing a nervous smile at him.

"Guardalo (watch it)," he snaps, but you notice a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Don't make me come over there and handle that attitude of yours, sorella." The pet name makes you shiver. Or maybe it's the cold.

He notices and steps closer, until he's standing slightly off to the side behind you. You press against him instinctively, absorbing his warmth for a second before coming to your senses and pulling away. He tuts and wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. The man is like a furnace, and you practically melt against him in the night's cold air. You hear him purr, and you turn to shoot him a look.

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Perhaps."

You roll your eyes and turn back around, pressing yourself against him once more. He is certainly warmer than the outdoors, and oddly comfortable.

"So tell me, tesoro, what brings you out here at such a late hour?"

You shift nervously in his hold, trying to decide how to answer his question. "Promise you won't laugh?"

"Hai la mia parola (you have my word)," he says gently. "Now, please, tell me what is bothering you cara."

"Yeah, um. I have trouble sleeping at night sometimes," you pause, trying to decide how much to tell him. You decide on the truth. "I had a nightmare wake me up this time."

"Oh, that is no good," he coos, brushing a hair from your face. "No good at all. Fortunately I know what would help you sleep well."

You shoot him a look. "No."

He throws his head back with a laugh. "Please, sibling. Get your mind out of the gutter. I have a bag of edibles in my bedroom that I take for sleep. Or, we could get a little devious," he lowers his voice, whispering into your ear, "and cuddle."

You giggle at his antics. "Yeah, we could do that."

. . .

It doesn't take long for him to coax you into his bedroom. Now you're cozied up in his bed, held lovingly in the arms of Papa Secondo. He insisted that he be the big spoon, "to protect you from those pesky nightmares." Not that you were going to complain; you found that cuddled up next to him, face buried in his chest made you feel safer than anything.

You were shocked at how soft the older man was. So loving and cuddly, and a true gentleman.

After a few moments, he looks down at you with adoration. Realizing you were awake, he began to sing. It was low and quiet, and you couldn't quite grasp the words; you realized he was singing an Italian lullaby. You recognized it as the same one Copia sang when cradling babies in the nursery.

Needless to say, it wasn't long before you drifted off.