#what kind of parent plays games with their child instead of yelling at them

[mildew-mop]

Bluey is such an unrealistic show. I'm fine with them being dogs but like?? They love each other?? It depicts parents who care about their children?? Unironically one of the most unrealistic pieces of media I have ever seen in my entire life. Sometimes, I get upset watching it. Like they use words referring to other characters as family members but also are kind to each other???? I cannot physically find a way to contort my brain into seeing these characters as "family" like its so fucking unrealistic and bizarre to watch. Its pure fucking fantasy.

[voltronisanobsession]

I saw your child of aphrodite imagine, and it got me thinking, imagine a child of ares as the opposite. They are the most put-together looking imaginable, have a sort of cutsey or croquette aesthetic fashion taste, and are the most kind, loving, and gentle person you would ever meet. So when the assumed aphrodite kid absolutely demolishes the opposing team in capture the flag and gets claimed by ares everyone looses their goddamn minds.

Reader being the Opposite of a Child of Ares

OMG I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK‼️ I actually really love this AHHH

Not proofread 💯

Another entirely unexpected arrival at camp, campers think it’s the most obvious place where you belong, the Aphrodite kids are ready to accept you into their cabin and everything when you get claimed.

The way reader is so put together has everyone entranced. You always pause to find a reflective surface to fix your hair during camp activities, making sure it falls and frames your face perfectly. Walking with grace and avoiding any muddy puddles to avoid ruining the loafers you walked into camp with. Even when you walk by some campers they can smell how fresh and expensive the perfume you wear is. Even your outfits look expensive and flattering on you, the unique style capturing your natural beauty even more!!

So many people think you’re gonna get claimed by Aphrodite by the end of the night, but everyone is surprised when they don’t see the familiar symbol of the goddess when dinner ends. I mean, she usually claims her children by the first day after all!

Nonetheless, the campers are sympathetic towards you, patting your shoulder as they wish you a goodnight while you’re just confused.

“It’s ok, maybe Aphrodite will claim you tomorrow! Don’t let it keep you up at night.”

You don’t even get a chance to tell them you already have a mother before everyone just disperses to their cabins. I find it hilarious to imagine that reader knows Aphrodite isn’t their godly parent while everyone else is just convinced she is cuz they don’t even know who your mortal parent is (kinda sad if you think about lowkey💀)

You’ve just given up on correcting people cuz you’re too nice (and kind of a doormat💔), using your own time to figure out who your real parent is while people keep yapping about Aphrodite.

Despite that, you’re know as a kind, social butterfly. Whenever someone needs help, whether it be from choosing an outfit, doing braids on the younger girls hair, or needing a sparring partner, you’re quick to volunteer. You’re kind to everyone even the Ares cabin even if they sometimes let snide remarks slip on what you’re wearing that day.

Fast forward to Friday😍 pass dinner again and you’re STILL not claimed people just assumed you’ve somehow angered your supposed mother.

It was revealed that the game for the night is capture the flag earlier in the week and everyone is bustling with life. I feel like Ares!Reader lives in some form of constant confusion since no one tells you anything so when people excitedly give you the run down of the game, they’re surprised when you want to play as well!

Usually the Aphrodite kids sit out on harsh games like this so it catches them off guard when you start putting on armor and grabbing a weapon so you can join the game.

As much the campers like you, the leaders are hesitant to choose you for their teams since they believe that you won’t be much help😭💔

Putting you as defense with some other campers for the flag, nobody really expects you to fight well if enemies make it past their offense group. Lowkey kinda hurts you that they think you need to be watched after but you still stand your ground, tense as you hear yelling eachoing throughout the forest.

When you see campers from the opposing team come running into sight, you get ready to clash against them until your partner tells you to guard the flag instead. While watching them fight, your skin practically ITCHES to join.

Your heart beat fastens watching them, gripping the sword harder as more enemies trampled from the forest, your own teammates stumbling after them. When one camper, Percy you learned his name was, managed to wiggle through your teammates, many of his team fought through the barrier as well.

Raising his sword, you finally gave into your urges to fight, swiftly meeting and blocking him with your own sword. He didn’t have much time to react before you forcibly shoved him backwards which caused him to stumble into the people behind him. With everyone surprised with your new fire, this gives you an upper hand as you begin swinging your sword at the green eyed boy in front of you. You’re all offense now, forcing him and his team into defense as you push them further away from the flag.

You’re absolutely merciless and fast that you manage to fling Percy’s sword from his grasp and continue to pick out his teammates one by one once he’s no longer a threat. Like it’s not even funny, you’re like a bull as you swing your sword like a maniac.

Everyone is in chaos as they try to get away from you😭😭 your own team doesn’t even know if you’re on their side or not LMAO💀 and from the corner of your eye you see that same boy you taught earlier climbing up the rock your flag was on. So without a second thought you disarm the person in front of you and fling the sword at Percy with as much force as you can.

People gasp as it goes straight into the rock beside him. Had you aimed a few more inches to the right you would have definitely killed him, no doubt. He could only stare back at you in shock, the friendly face he was used to seeing twisted in an unfamiliar, threatening look. The way you looked at him made it feel like you were going to pummel him into the ground if he even dared to continue going for your teams flag.

Even as the sound of a horn faintly echoed in the background, the group of campers were captivated by the bright red symbol glowing above your head. Glancing up, you could only breathe out a soft “Ares” before it slowly faded away into nothing.

It was quiet for a moment before someone jumped on your back and started yelling with joy. Everyone quickly surrounded you, cheering and screaming at how amazing you were. No one saw it coming and that’s what made them even more excited.

Coming out of the woods, campers would still surround you and praise you for your amazing fighting skills!!! When you revealed you never even held a sword before this week, no one believed cuz nobody could just do all that without any training!

Now that Ares claimed you as his, I think reader would have difficulty adjusting to the harsh and brash atmospheres of the Ares cabin.

You’re very different compared to them despite having excellent combat skills and fighting tactics. Your overall appearance and personality makes you stand out against your siblings, which is something they sometimes target you for.

They’ve seen you get stepped on by other campers though, so in their weird way, this is them kinda trying to toughen you up. They’re lowkey proud when they see that you have more witty comebacks whenever they throw comments at you.

Clarisse is one of the few campers that treat you the same, still throwing sly remarks and insults your way, but she does acknowledge that you are one of the strongest, if not the strongest, people in the cabin.

Overall I think Reader is the only camper that everyone gets along with that’s in the Ares cabin! Whenever there are group games or activities that involves fight, everyone is calling dibs on you. You still manage to keep your grace and loving nature even when surrounded by your siblings. Your open personality scares them at first since they’re not used to being fretted over and showing emotions, so it’ll take them some time to get used to your affections!

Ares!Reader shows others that you can be a badass fighter on the field while being a kind person off field! Love this reader tbh😝

[gojoest]

tiny ramble on how you meet merman!satoru

you meet merman!satoru when you are still a kid. your family takes you to a yearly vacation by the sea and one day you wander off alone by the shore.

that’s when you encounter him, sitting alone on a rock protruded from the water on the shoreline. (you can’t clearly see all of him from the distance so you think it’s just a boy. maybe he’s lost as there’s no one else around, maybe he’s waiting for someone to come find him—you think). call it a child’s curiosity but you find your feet taking you to him. and when you’re finally close enough to see him better you stop dead in your tracks. mouth falls open in disbelief and you rub your eyes, thinking it’s a dream, or maybe that you’re sunstroke and your mind’s playing tricks on you. bc now, you can see all of him—he’s got a beautiful and slender tail instead of legs, with bright blue scales (that are to grow a darker shade in a few years, when he’s older) that match the color of his eyes. his hair is damp, you can tell he’s been sitting there for a while. as if on purpose, as if waiting for someone.

it’s not like you’re afraid or taken aback, no—you’re simply hypnotized bc you’ve never seen anything more alluring before. he looks somewhat your age but his body is visibly more muscular for that. must be all the swimming and the life in the water that shaped him like this, you think. ofc, you have a basic understanding of what he might be—you’ve seen enough movies to recognize it. you know he’s no regular human at this point, he’s not even human in fact—he’s a merman.

and he calls for you, by your name. he’s heard it many times by now, he was watching you play in the water from the very first day of your vacation. your mom would shout your name loudly anytime you’d go further into the sea, yelling to you from the shore to come out, that it’s not safe. that’s how he knew it, your name; and he wanted you to know his too. he wanted to know more about you, and for you to know more about him too. that’s why he was waiting there for you, every day. somehow hoping that you’d come.

from then on, you secretly meet at the same spot every day, for the rest of your vacation. and you talk. you talk so much, exchanging knowledge and experience. you tell him of your life back in your hometown, about school, about the games you play, the books you read. he talks to you about his world in the sea, brings you little gems from the depths of the ocean and explains to you thoroughly how his kind use them in their everyday life. his heart skips a beat each time you make a different expression he hasn’t seen on you before—of amusement or of joy, or of sadness even—when the time to part eventually comes. he’s got a little gift for you then. matching bracelets made of shells. as long as you both wear them, you’ll be connected.

naturally, you don’t tell anybody about him, as they might think you’ve gone crazy or that you’ve made up an imaginary friend out of this world bc you feel lonely. so you keep him a secret, and find a way to make your parents take you back there every summer so you can reunite with him again.

then years pass, you grow up. now you can go there on your own, without relying on anyone.

you rent a small apartment close to the beach and move there to live, to be close to him all the time. to make your connection more than just matching bracelets (both of you still wear them). to see him every day—be it summer, be it winter.

your time together might be reduced to hours and minutes each day as neither of you can stay for too long in each other’s habitat. but now that you’re there by the coastline, so close to him—it’s still mere hours and minutes that you spend together, but it’s every day, again and again.

[vixxdaemon]

Would you like to share your thoughts with the public about O’saAbella? Like anything, whether that would be the reason why you started shipping them, au's, scenarios that are running in your head 24/7 ect.

I was hoping for this day to come…

Alright so, it all started when I saw this happen in the confessional cutscene, when you tell O’saa you have a crush on someone from the train. First person he mentions is Abella :

Like, this is undoubtedly meant to be Abella, no doubt. So certainely he must at least perceive her as attractive for him to think of her literally above anyone else. (He does mention Karin instead of you play as Abella but like. Most likely cause it’s just that, you already are Abella so he would not ask you if you are into Abella lol.)

THEN FUNNILY ENOUGH the way I started to ship O’saa and Abella together was by wondering if they were any fics with…Ah, Abella tending to O’saa, if you catch my drift. Take care of him. In bed. Dominating him, gonna say things as they are. (There weren’t any at the time.)

So it lead me to think of them more and actually realize that their dynamic would be entertaining to see and how they would actually make a cute couple. I started to look for more things between them in game, and besides the Party Talks that are pretty fucking funny, I had figured out something.

In the Tunnel 1, exactly where you can recruit O’saa, the only way to get him in your party is having him ask you if you know anything of the tunnels you are in, you HAVE to reply to him in the affirmative.

(Source is on wiki gg, but feel free to go check that out of yourself, you will see that he won’t suggest to join you if you tell him you don’t understand what is happening in the tunnels.)

So, guess who amongst literally everyone in the Contestants that is well versed in machines and more importantly, tunnels ?

That’s right, Abella. The Mechanic.

What I am suggesting right here is that it’s highly likely that «canonically» (as in the intended storyline that happens during Termina), Abella is the person finding O’saa and helping him out. Not only because she knows how the tunnels works, but also she is most definitely one of the few characters that would be willing to take in a wounded person with her and help them get back to their feet in the cast.

Now there isn’t even this evidence we have in canon, but there is also the fact that their personalities are opposites, and even more than that, some of their themes too, all the while having actually quite important points in common. Let me explain.

Abella has grown up a caregiver, having helped her parents take care of her younger siblings since she is a child. She has an actually quite peppy personality beyond that frown on her portrait, she enjoys romance books and literature. She expresses sadness or disgust at death, if not straight up distress when she sees people actively suffering (the people hanging at the ceiling yelling at the shopping district of Prehevil). Abella suffers for others, as she Moonscorches literally while she is trying to find pieces for the train, doing a thing she always did : helping other people.

O’saa has grown up most of his life away from his family, and since really young has adopted a «fend for yourself and only yourself» kind of mentality. He does not care for the homeless, if not immediately mocking them, he is completely unphased at violence and the suffering of others, he even threatens to hurt YOU if you come too close to him for his liking. O’saa suffers for himself, as we can see his Moonscorch reveals his struggle with wishing for his autonomy and escaping the control of higher powers.

That being said, the points in common they have is that they are both very very dependant and self reliant, both very much the kind of character to take matters into their own hands and get their own hands dirty to get what they want. And if they want something, they WILL get it by all means necessary (see Abella’s Ending B of her learning astrophysics and building a whole ass spaceship to get in contact with the Moon, while O’saa’s Ending B is him BECOMING the higher power, aka a cult leader, to not be controlled anymore and instead BE the one in control, which in my opinion is tragic in its own right but I won’t elaborate on O’saa on his own here.)

All that being said, as a couple I would imagine that most of it would happen outside of Prehevil, in a canon divergent ending of Termina.

Abella, knowing O’saa is erudite about magic and the surnatural, would ask to stay in contact with him because she feels the need to know more about what happened during the festival. O’saa would accept, happy to have an occasion to have his ego being stroked while he teaches someone else about what he knows.

The pair would travel the world to learn new things, spend a lot of time together, and Abella would even teach O’saa a thing or two about mechanics as a trade off for him teaching her about the occult.

Eventually both would have feelings about eachother…On Abella’s side it feels natural for it to happen, as they do spend a lot of time with eachother and enjoy eachother’s companies and hobbies. On O’saa’s side though…needless to say he is having an existential crisis because he did not even know having simple, romantic feelings for someone was even possible for him. I think sexual feelings he views as not shameful, because it’s what his body would need and not his feelings, but there he is having a proof that he’s not as dead inside as he tried to be for years.

Abella is aware of this, as O’saa grows visibly more hesitant and dare I even say coy with showing affection to her that goes a bit too uncomfortably close to the line between simple friendship and romantic attentions. She decides to let him figure it out by himself, but that does not mean she doesn’t enjoy seeing him very subtly avoid her gaze when their eyes meet.

I also have. A whole thing with me and associating them with Gro-Goroth and Sylvian imagery. This bit is not a theory or trying to prove anything being canon, but it’s more about symbolism and narratives that I like to associate with them cause I do like some religious imagery. I can most definitely get into detail about it, but the post is already too long as it is by itself LOL

Hopefully this will feed your curiosity.

[heavyhitterheaux]

My Sister's Keeper

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: the triplets are always going to be protect each other like their parents told them to. They're around 16/17 in this. 💖

Synopsis: Axel gets suspended for fighting at school and you and Jack have to get to the bottom as to why

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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Urban was simply eyeing his oldest godson as Axel quickly made eye contact with him and looked down.

"Please don't tell them, Uncle Urb."

"Are you serious right now? We're sitting in the principal's office because you decided to beat the absolute shit out of someone at 9 in the morning on a Monday. What the? Axel, what am I supposed to say when I show up with you at 11 am?"

"Well, maybe I got sick." Axel suggested and Urban immediately shook his head.

"And got suspended for three days? You are definitely your mother's child but don't tell her I told you that."

"I… didn't think that far. Maybe I have a contagious stomach bug and I need to stay home for a week."

"I-.... come on now. But why did you do it? Ax, you're quiet and keep to yourself."

"I don't like him."

"Okay? And that’s a reason to fight him?"

"Can we just go home so I can get yelled at by my parents and get it over with?"

"It'll be better if you actually told them why you did it."

"Simple. I don't like him."

"Who are you and what have you done with my godson?"

Axel simply shrugged in response without giving an explanation. 

Once Urban brought Axel home, Axel used his key to open the door and walked in to see you and Jack having a movie marathon on the couch. All eyes immediately went to him and Urban.

“Umm? Someone want to tell us why our child isn’t in school right now?” Jack asked as Axel nervously scratched the back of his neck, a habit that he inherited from his father.

“Ax, if you don’t tell them, I will.” Urban said while looking over at him and he immediately sighed knowing that a shitstorm would soon follow.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” You immediately asked, concerned. 

“I got suspended.”

“Oh shit.” Jack immediately said, but you were staring at your child in disbelief.

“FOR WHAT?” You exclaimed and immediately crossed your arms.

“For beating the shit out of someone at nine in the morning.” Urban tacked on and Axel wouldn’t even look at either of you and became more interested in the New Balances that graced his feet.

“AXEL WYATT HARLOW!”

“Oh, damn. Did you atleast win?” Jack muttered and simply shook his head.

“JACKMAN!”

“What? What I do?”

“Be serious for once in your life please. Ax, you better start explaining and you better start now.” You said while motioning for him to come and sit across from the two of you.

He quickly sat down while Urban sat next to him and motioned for him to go on.

“I don’t like him.”

“Oh, so that’s the reason?” Jack asked while trying to understand why the quietest child of this would simply snap.

“Yes.”

“Ax, that doesn’t make sense. I mean your mother used to do that all the time but…”

“Jackman, choose your next words carefully.”

“I… anyway that still isn’t an excuse so what are you hiding from us?”

“Nothing. I just don’t like him. He thinks he’s invincible and I got tired of it.”

“And told the principal to call me instead of you two because umm well you know…”

“Urban Henry, you also need to choose your next words carefully.” You said while eyeing your best friend who threw his hands up in defense.

“Because I know all three of you would be disappointed in me but I figured calling Uncle Urb would get me in less trouble?”

“What the? What kind of sense does that make?!” You asked while looking at your child in disbelief.

He simply shrugged in response. 

“Okay, um, well since you don’t want to tell us the truth because I know you’re hiding something, you can be grounded for a month and I’m debating on whether you get to play in your soccer game this weekend.”

“BUT MOM!”

“Babe! A month?! That’s….” Jack said while looking at you, but you weren’t going to budge on your decision. 

“No, because he wants to lie. You know better than to lie to us. So until you want to come clean, you go to school after your suspension is over and come straight home. Oh, and don’t expect to drive anywhere either.”

“What about…”

You immediately cut him off.

“I don’t care. You have five seconds to get out of my sight. Come talk to us when you want to tell us the truth.”

Axel got up and immediately rolled his eyes which you caught and it was taking everything in you not to yell at him, but that quickly went out the window.

“Axel, roll your eyes at me again and I promise that will be the very last time you do it.”

“I didn’t even…”

“Lie to my face, again. Go ahead, I dare you.”

Axel just sighed in defeat before getting up and heading to his room. 

Once you heard the door slam, you immediately got up, but Jack held you back knowing that you were about to rip your middle child a new one.

“Babe, just let me talk to him, okay? Just calm down for a second.”

“Got some fucking nerve slamming doors in a house that he doesn’t pay for. Jack, get your child before I do.”

“I got it.” Jack responded before heading upstairs to talk to Axel.

He softly knocked before opening the door and came to sit next to him.

“Now, you know how your mother is so I volunteered to come up here and talk to you because um she was clearly about to rip you a new one. You know she’s little, but walks around here like she’s 6’3. Don’t tell her I told you that because I’ll be grounded for a month too. Now, what is it that you aren’t telling us?”

“Nothing. I told you why I did it.”

“But Ax, come on. There’s gotta be something more to it because this isn’t like you. Autumn, yes, but not you.”

“That was it. Was tired of him.”

Jack simply sighed.

“Ax, meet me halfway here. You have to give me something because I’m trying to get your mother to change you being grounded for an entire month.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“I swear you and Autumn have switched places today. Anyway um, so just stay out of your mom’s way until she can calm down. And you know better than to roll your eyes and slam doors in this house.”

“I know… just frustrated I guess. I’ll apologize to mom later.”

“Ehh, just wait until I tell you when to do it. Oh, and hand me your phone. I have to come back downstairs with something otherwise your mother is going to kill both of us.”

Axel simply smirked and shook his head while handing Jack his phone.

“And don’t do it again.”

“Is that what grandma told mom since she liked to fight all the time?”

“I… look… I’m not saying she didn’t but… your mom never listened.”

—

It was around 2 pm when Ivy and Autumn got back home and you were in the kitchen getting an early start on prepping dinner when both of them came into the kitchen.

“Mom! I’m hungry!”

“Well, hello to you too, Autumn. My day was fine, thanks for asking.” You responded while looking at her and she immediately laughed.

“Oh my bad. Hi mommy, I hope your day was good, now can you feed the youngest of the triplets, please?”

“I… I guess that’s better so I’ll take it. Go get daddy’s phone and order McDonald’s.”

“OOH, okay!” She ran out the room to go and track down Jack while Ivy sat down at the island and was simply looking at you.

“Ivy May, be honest with me.”

Her eyes immediately went wide at the sound of her full name and nervously looked at you.

“Who did Axel fight and why? Because he won’t tell us.”

“Uhhh…”

“Ivy, I’ll get you that new make-up set you wanted from Savage.”

Just then Jack came into the kitchen before she could answer with Autumn hot on his trail.

“DADDY, PLEASE?”

“No, you are not ordering 40 chicken mcnuggets.”

“I’M HUNGRY!”

“Why are you acting like me and your mother don’t feed you?” 

“I haven’t eaten since this morning!”

“So your first option is to eat 40 nuggets?” He asked her in disbelief and she immediately pouted.

“No, cut it out with the pout. No.”

“It works when mommy does it!”

“Hey! Don’t drag me into this.” You immediately said while seasoning the fish that you were going to fry later. 

All Jack did was sigh before handing her his phone and all she did was smirk.

“Ivy, I got you a burger and orange hi-c. I’ll get the same for Ax, too.”

“Okay.”

Once Autumn handed Jack his phone and left the kitchen, you turned back to her.

“Ivy….”

“Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but Ax fought Jaden Greene.”

Both you and Jack immediately stopped what the two of you were doing and looked at her in disbelief.

“Excuse me?” You said and she immediately nodded.

“Um, so… I told Autumn to tell you but uhh.. Her and Jaden have been dating for like three months and Ax overheard him talking and saying how he bagged Jack Harlow’s and First Lady’s daughter so Ax went up to him and beat his ass. Oops, sorry, but um yeah. He didn’t think Ax was going to do anything because you know he’s quiet and keeps to himself. But he’s popular and has all his friends but yeah…”

“After we told her to stay away from him?” Jack said and simply looked over at you and he could tell that you were trying your hardest not to go off.

“I told her, but she didn’t listen to me. And I also told her how you two were going to kill her.” Ivy said while shrugging.

“Babe, let me…” Jack started to say, but you weren’t having it.

“AXEL WYATT AND AUTUMN DANIELLE GET DOWN HERE NOW!”

“Well, I’m going to go do my homework now.” Ivy said while sliding out of the chair and making her way upstairs to her room.

Axel and Autumn came into the kitchen with both of them looking nervous.

You had to even your breathing because you didn’t know which child you wanted to address first.

“Now, I’m going to ask this one time and one time only. If you lie to us, no one in this house is going to prom except Ivy so think about your response carefully.”

“MOMMY, WHATEVER IT IS, I DIDN’T DO IT!” Autumn immediately said, but you held your hand up to stop her.

“Axel, who did you fight? And why?” You asked while looking over at him.

He quickly looked at Autumn and both of them stayed quiet.

“Autumn, do you have a boyfriend and is his name Jaden Greene who me and your mother told you to stay away from and you went behind our backs and did it anyway?” Jack asked with his arms crossed.

He was definitely the most easy going parent between the two of you, but this was something he couldn’t let slide. 

“Wait….” She started to say but you immediately shook your head.

“Autumn, what did we tell you? So you’re lying to us now too?”

“Daddy…. I…”

“He disrespected my little sister and I wasn’t just going to stand there and watch it happen. That’s why I fought him. He said something about how he bagged Jack Harlow’s daughter like she’s an object or something. I didn’t like the way he was talking about her.”Axel finally said and breathed a sigh of relief now that everything was out in the open. 

“And Ax, you couldn’t have said this earlier?” Jack asked him and you remained quiet because you were fuming on the inside at Autumn for going behind both of your backs and Axel trying to cover it up.

“I know I should have said something, but I just wanted to protect my sister. Both of you always told us to protect each other no matter what.”

You had now finished prepping dinner and placed it into the refrigerator, but still remained quiet which made not only your husband, but your kids nervous as well.

“Uh, mom?” Axel said and you turned around to look at him.

“I love that you protect each other, however, there was absolutely no reason to lie. Especially because of how understanding me and your father are. Now you might not be grounded for an entire month, but you’ll still be grounded for lying.”

“That’s fair.” He quietly said and then you turned to Autumn who looked like she was ready to disappear into thin air.

“Okay, boys out the kitchen. Me and Autumn need to talk.”

“Daddy, save me!” She whispered to Jack who shook his head no.

“Look, you made your bed, now you have to lie in it. Talk to your mother and then we’ll both talk to you after about what you did.”

Once the both of them were out of the kitchen, you sat at the island across from her and could see her eyes start to water.

“You’re disappointed in me.”

“Autumn…”

“I… really liked him, mom.”

“Okay, first let me tell you this. A boy who respects you is never going to speak to you or about you in that manner, okay? You have to understand your worth and that you are more than Jack Harlow’s and First Lady’s daughter.”

“I know.”

“You have your own identity and you are your own person who has their own thoughts, aspirations, dreams, and goals. Me and your dad do not want for you to be in our shadow and we want for you to always be yourself. Don’t try to be something that you’re not to impress people because at the end of the day, you will find your tribe and the people that value and love you for who you are without you having to change anything about yourself.”

She simply nodded her head indicating that she was listening.

“The fact that you went behind our backs should let you know that you were doing something that you shouldn’t have done in the first place.”

“I admit that I shouldn’t have. But I know you and daddy wouldn’t approve so I just….”

“Promise me from now on, no secrets? No matter what it is. I’m not here to judge you, but I always want for you to be honest with us so that if any problems arise that me and your dad can help you to the best of our ability. I want for all of our babies to come to us if you need us. Don’t forget we were once your age too.”

“Promise.” She said while getting down from her chair and coming over to hug you.

“But you know this still means you’re getting grounded right?” You asked her as she separated from you and she immediately sighed.

"Wait, how did you even find out?" She curiously asked.

"I never reveal my sources."

"It was Ivy, wasn't it?"

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[aenwoedbeannaa]

I'm Sorry || The Last of Us One-Shot

Summary: Joel had no idea that Sam had been bitten during the struggle, and he certainly had no idea how much it would hurt to see Ellie’s new friend gone, just like that. 

Warnings: Child death, suicide, guns

Words: 1365

A/N: I saw this post asking for someone to write this, and I am a sucker for brooding surrogate fathers and their feisty surrogate daughters, so I did it. Major spoilers for The Last of Us S1E5 and for the video game.

“Kids must be sleeping in,” Joel said as he glanced toward the closed door.

“Bet they stayed up all night reading those comics,” Henry responded with a small smile. It had been so long since he had seen Sam so happy. He’d had so little to be happy about in his short life.

“Or that damn book of puns,” Joel chuckled despite himself. 

“Oh, yeah,” Henry laughed. “Diarrhea. Hereditary. It runs in your jeans.”  Henry looked truly happy–the kind of happy that Joel had not seen anyone be in twenty years. Except Ellie. Ellie was so full of brightness and life, despite being an orphan who had likely lost more than just her parents.

“I’m just glad Sam has a friend,” Sam said after a moment. 

Joel tried to suppress a smile, but the corners of his lips tugged up just a little. It was easy to forget, somehow, that Ellie was just a child. A very special child, sure, but still just a child. 

Joel heard Ellie scream and was on his feet in a fraction of a second. They’d searched the building, there were no infected here. 

A moment later, Ellie burst through the door, Sam following behind her. But, it wasn’t Sam anymore. Where a sweet and innocent little boy had once stood, there was an infected child, teeth gnashing as he attempted to rip his friend to shreds. 

“Fuck!” Henry yelled, voice cracking. He looked at Joel, already reaching for the pistol holstered at his waist. “NO!” 

Joel looked at Henry, who now had a pistol of his own pointed at Joel. Joel raised his hands, but still moved towards Ellie. Sure, she couldn’t be infected, but he’d seen what these things could do. Even little children, once infected, could rip apart an adult human with ease. 

He didn’t have much time to think about a plan, because all of a sudden, he heard the crack of a single gunshot and watched as Sam slumped to the ground next to Ellie. Her eyes glistened with tears, face frozen in shock. 

Joel fought the urge to run to her, as Henry still had the gun. That had to be dealt with first. 

“What did I just do?” Henry asked seemingly to no one, “What did I do?” 

Joel had seen situations like this play out before and immediately took a step towards Henry. “Henry, give me the gun.” Ellie sniffled from where she still sat on the floor. 

“Give him the gun, Henry, please,” Ellie pleaded from her place on the floor. Joel had never seen such panic on her face before. She looked almost desperate. 

Henry did not seem to hear them. He just kept repeating himself, “What did I do? What did I do?” 

Instead, he raised the gun to his own head. It happened so fast that Joel had no way to stop it. 

“Henry, n–” Joel’s words were cut off by the crack of another single gunshot and the thud of Henry’s body hitting the floor. 

Joel looked from Henry’s body to the body of the young boy, blood seeping from a single gunshot wound, face horribly disfigured and looking nothing like the face of the innocent little boy he had been only hours before. 

Then he looked at Ellie. She was on the floor, knees pulled to her chest, tears flowing from her eyes. His eyes locked with hers, and he did not even think about what to do next. He rushed to her. 

When he reached her, he lowered himself to the floor, pulling Ellie into a tight hug. He could feel her warm tears soaking into his shirt, and he was filled with anger. Not anger at Ellie, but anger that she lived in a world where her friends could be ripped away in a fraction of a second.

“I tried,” Ellie said through tears, “I tried healing him–my blood, my blood is supposed to be medicine… I thought, I thought–” 

“Shh,” Joel said softly, pulling the girl tighter against his chest, “You did what you could, Ellie. I’m sure it’s… more complicated than that.”

“Joel,” she said his name as if it were some comfort to her. He was glad, at least, for that. But it hurt–it hurt to know that this girl lost yet another friend. 

Joel stroked her hair, wishing he could take her pain away–wishing that she did not have to live in a world that was so cold and cruel. “At least he spent his last hours believing he was going to be ok. He didn’t spend it scared.”

Ellie’s face scrunched in thought, and she sighed, “Yeah… Yeah, I guess you’re right.” But then her face fell, “But I told him I would stay awake with him. I promised.”

Joel shook his head, placing a kiss to the top of her head. “It wouldn’t have changed anything, Ellie.”

“C’mon, baby girl, let’s get out of here,” Joel finally said. They needed to leave, for Ellie’s benefit as well as his own. But he did not let her go. Instead, he gathered her in his arms and stood up. 

“Joel,” Ellie said, still a spark in her voice, “I can still walk, you know.” There was his Ellie, already trying to lighten the mood. 

“I know,” Joel confirmed, eyes sweeping over the room. Sam lay on the floor where he’d fallen after Henry’s single gunshot, and Henry lay only a few feet away, that single deadly gunshot wound in his head. Ellie did not deserve to see things like that. 

Ellie lifted her head from where she had buried it in his chest and opened her mouth to speak, but Joel stopped her, “Don’t look, Ellie,” he pleaded, “Just look at me, baby. Look at me.”

“No, Joel,” Ellie responded. “We should… We should bury them. We can’t just leave them here.” 

Joel’s heart broke. After all she had experienced, all she had seen, she still wanted to bury her friends–still wanted to show them that kindness. Overwhelming guilt washed over him then, too. He’d been so cold to her. Tears welled in his eyes despite himself–he hadn’t bothered with things like crying for what seemed like a lifetime now. 

Ellie must have noticed, because she squeezed him tighter. “I’m sorry, Joel. About Henry… your friend.” 

“It’s not your fault, baby girl, it’s not your fault,” he said as he placed her back on the ground, still with her back facing the carnage. 

Dammit, he was breaking all of his own rules. He knew nothing good could come from this. Caring for people had not exactly worked out well for him in the past. His only option was to do everything in his power to get Ellie to the Fireflies, where she could be truly safe. 

“Ok,” he finally nodded his agreement. “But you wait here while I get them outside.”

“You got it, boss man.”

The corners of his lips tugged up just a little once again. Shit, this girl really had something special about her, beyond her immunity. Face returning to his usual blank slate, he forced himself to look at the bodies of their new, now dead, friends.

“Ellie?” he asked softly, placing his hands on her shoulders and crouching down so his head was even with hers.

“Joel?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

“About Tess…” he began, choking on the words, “You were right. That wasn’t your fault, either.”

Ellie’s face fell, her eyes welling with tears again, “It still feels like my fault.”

Joel’s heart shattered at that. It was his fault she felt like it was her fault. He was the one who treated her as if she caused Tess’s death. He couldn’t let her carry that guilt with her. That guilt that she did not deserve. 

“Oh, baby girl,” he said, pulling her into a hug once more, “It was the world’s fault, not yours. It was never yours.” He breathed, preparing himself to apologize for the first time in what felt like forever, "I'm sorry... for making you feel like it was."

“But what if it's you next?” she asked through tears. 

“Kiddo,” he said, shaking his head, “Lot’s of infected and lots more people have tried and they haven’t had any luck yet.” He needed her not to worry. She was just a child.

His child.

[sage-nebula]

Love how Godot shows up in 3-5 finally and just immediately starts acting like a misogynist piece of shit.

I don't love the "wild mare" thing, but I'm willing to give it a pass since it's symbolism the writers clearly want attached to Franziska and have therefore had Edgeworth call her that as well. What he does get dinged for is for asking Phoenix who Franziska is instead of just asking Franziska herself, as if Franziska is an incompetent child and Phoenix is her parent or legal guardian. That Phoenix just goes along with it instead of passing the baton to Franziska to speak for herself doesn't help matters.

But anyway, Phoenix says that Franziska handled the trial in Godot's stead, and Godot does thank her. And then:

I don't think I need to explain how fucking outrageous and godawful this is. I don't think it needs to be explained how this kind of talk is inarguably misogynistic, and not at all comparable with Edgeworth at his worst calling Mia a bimbo one (1) time. (Especially since this is supposed to be Godot at his best and most heroic; he gets no pushback AT ALL for ANY of this!)

Some have said that this is all changed dialogue for the localization, and that could very well be true. But I don't agree with the argument that we can't allow it to influence our opinion of his character, because the localization is what we have and are playing. It's in the names we use for the characters, the voices we follow when writing fic, etc. I've been playing the localized games since either 2006 or 2007. The localized versions of the characters are what I know and base my opinions on. So the argument that, "But in Japanese he's—" is an interesting bit of translation trivia, but it doesn't change the fact that in English he's a misogynistic shitbag and I wish he would get thrown off Eagle Mountain headfirst. (Both Dahlia and Phoenix survived, I'm sure it wouldn't kill him.)

Anyway. That's my soapbox. Not tagging this with character names, but it WILL show up in tumblr's search pages because of the difference in how tag pages and search pages work. Please learn that difference before you try to yell at me; I am too tired to deal with being yelled at because people think typing a character name into the search bar brings them to the tag page. (It doesn't.)

[smileymoth]

Johnny 9, 17 and 28

JOHNNY THE MISTAKE FROM GOD who i havent looked at for years . i haven't thought about him for so long i wonder how he's doing, i actually cant imagine what he would be doing right now. he's like my age. maybe he went to study like. car mechanics in trade school. yeah that fits him. i still think he has like no friends irl beside Ivar. Ivar also has no friends bc he's autistic. Ivar probably didn't even go to uni he just went to work at a factory. like Wendre or some shit. he and Johnny both went to Koidula. or whatever the name for that school would be in the universe. bc Gabriels siblings go there !!!!!! THEY'RE OUR AGE or they're still stuck in that fuckass town till this day. lmao. They both hate how much that city keeps changing every summer now.

I'll answer for both Ivar and Johnny bc they're like a package deal yk. Kinda like us but so much worse bc they actually don't talk to other people and they have like 5 million more issues than we do. Johnny would try to get girls from like tinder but he doesn't click with any of them. Ivar simply doesn't care for dating??? There's no point in it for him. Johnny wants something out of life but he doesn't know what. He's just lost and fixing peoples cars now i guess. he rents an apartment. Ivar still lives with his parents. theyre ok w it :) they rather him gather money for an apartment instead of renting.

9. favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions? if he could he would only eat noodles for the rest of his life. so that's his favourite. i think he would HATE any vegan meals. it's not a real meal to him if there's no meat in it. i think he is very much a picky eater. anything that looks off by like 1mm he will not touch. generally distrustful toward food. hence why he probably starved in middle school bc that canteen was NOT serving good food let me tell you

Ivar probably has ARFID so he has some safe foods and that's about it. Maybe potatoes. In any form. He doesn't care much for meat. He doesn't like the taste. He's just not a fan of food to begin with. Most food disgusts him. He loves gummy candies tho.

17. how did they spend their summers/free time as a child? alone. at Ivar's place. either outside or playing video games on the computer. His only friend was Ivar so yeah. Ivar mostly was inside or doing like odd jobs in the summer. Johnny I guess is the same. He wants money. I don't know what jobs kids work during summer I literally only worked once and it was at a hotel to get money for a cd player T_T

yeah their summers and lives in general arent too eventful. beside when johnny gets stabbed or into fights i guess but

28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

Johnny just talks to you. If he likes you he talks to you. He will bring you random gifts. like Rocks or some shit. Sth reminds him of you and he brings it to you. Well, to Ivar. He doesn't like anyone else. If he tells you anything slightly personal he cares about you. He does have some online friends and he just sends them memes and plays games with them. He's cares deeply but he just sucks at showing it. He would yell at people who were mean or weird to Ivar in school bc of his autism. He will stand up for you if he really likes you. Honestly I feel like he's also neurodivergent but like on the other end of the spectrum. Thats why they click so good i guess. LMAO. If Johnny doesn't like someone he's incredibly snappy toward that person. He will ignore them but just being in their vicinity will drive him up the wall so anything they say can result in him telling them to shut up. His temper is SO short its unreal.

Ivar is very shut off in general so what he thinks of people will always be a mystery to many. he will i guess jut ignore you if he doesnt like you?????? kind of off topic but i think like. doing group projects w him would be pretty good because he WILL do his part quickly, he just doesn't want to talk too much, so if you give him exactly what he has to do he will. Anyway. He will send his friends pics he takes. And memes. ofc. :)

Ithink Johnny and Lauri (Gabriels brother) fucking hate each other for no aparent reason i just think its funny. Lauri also thinks Ivar is fucking weird. Oh theres the reason lmao he was mean to Ivar once. Laura (Gabriels younger sister) tries to get close to Ivar but hes soooo not interested. they do become deskmates in some classes i think. She would be nice to him :)

[laddersofsweetmisery]

The following is an essay I wrote on my relationship with my father. At the time of writing this, he was homeless and living in his truck. At the time of posting this, he has found a home, found someone to share his life with, and has recovered from his prior addictions. To see him happy warms me like nothing else. My father was never bad, only very very sad. I've loved him dearly through it all. Of all my traumas, having daddy issues isn't one of them. I've never known anyone kinder. His kindness is why it hurt so deeply when other men hurt and used me as I came into womanhood. I never expected it. I thought all men would be just as kind as my father. But I was duped and carved out. I suppose even being raised by good parents can scar you. Maybe none of us are really safe.

In honor of Father's Day, here's my little essay:

I have always shared various similarities with my father. We both enjoy documentaries about aliens, conspiracy theories, and historical events. He turns on a show about ghost stories and we will sit there together for hours watching one episode after the next, while he chokes down another Diet Mountain Dew and I giggle through another cheap bag of chips from K&M Market, a small corner store in Obetz, Ohio.

He even enjoys cartoons that are meant for younger children, as do I. The simple story lines keep us engaged, stimulated, and we cannot help but laugh at the antics of a simple-minded character. There was one time, not long ago, when he called me very late the night before an early exam just to tell me about the plot of a new cartoon he started watching, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir. I, of course, did not mind as it makes my fluttering literary soul smile with the pride of a successful teacher when my father wants to share a plotline. This is because my father cannot read very well, and visual plotlines are as close as we can come together.

My father is not what I would call a scholar. Returning to plotlines, he was once retelling a Scooby Doo episode, saying excitedly, “The mystery plottens!” I stifled a response, after some questionable thought, “You mean, the plot thickens?” It was humorous, it makes me giggle just thinking about it, however, his response to me was peculiar. It was the kind of response I think more parents should put into practice. He did not scold me for correcting him as most insecure parents with substantial power do, rather he praised me with, “You are so smart. My baby is so smart. That is why you are in college. I tell everybody I see how proud I am of you.” Often, I see parents so riddled with pride that they chastise their children for these situations and corrections, when in reality they should be proud of their child for recognizing mistakes, asking questions, and learning. My father was always different. He did not care if I grew up to be smarter than him, or if I pointed out his mistakes. He held no shame, no embarrassment, and instead, encouraged me to constantly do better. Evidently, my father may not be the brightest, but he may very well be the kindest man I have ever known, or at least the most supportive. He supports my writing not by reading it, but by trusting that it is every bit as perfect and good as what he sees when he looks at me. In regards to similarities, I like to think I will be like him in that aspect if and when I have children of my own. We have a good relationship, I take care of him, teach him, love him, and we have our childish fun.

My father and I play video games together, as well. He yells at the graphics dancing in front of him, threatening to report the other players, as if they can hear him through the screen, and I trail along beside him trying to make up for his mishaps of missed ammunition and unchecked articles meant to help us understand the story. If I must admit, neither of us have very good aim. Every shot we take from the animated machine gun is chaotic and never calculated. We fire into the air hoping that the bullet will remarkably land on the other player, in hopes that they won’t have the opportunity to kill us first. We are both just shooting blind, hoping to survive.

My father has always played video games, as well as entertaining the various activities of cartoons and junk food that many children enjoy. Growing up, I would always beg for a turn, even at the young age of seven and eight, at the latest horror game in front of him. I liked the story lines they portrayed. They were always something unique – whether it involved a cult, alien invasion, or some other paranormal entity that sought only to create havoc for the character. I liked that there was a scarier reality out there, different from my own. It was comforting. Horror video games never disguised themselves as anything different, they were unapologetic in their scare tactics. The foggy haze hovering over the player’s world signaled that the environment was neither safe nor pleasant. You always knew you were somewhere scary and uncomfortable and that every door you opened could potentially lead to your ill demise.

Life is not the same as a video game. You can walk into a brightly lit room and unexpectedly greet a monster, whatever form they may appear in. You can be in a place that is seemingly safe and pleasant, while suffering greatly. Ordinary people can also be deceivingly monstrous. Horror games simply do not deceive you the same as reality. Rather in a game, there is always a lingering feeling of doubt when encountering an individual who later appears to be the villain, an initial layer of distrust. In reality, I can fully trust the people around me, while they plot ways to gobble me up. It is almost a complete shock when they turn on you. You want to trust the individuals in your life, you want to believe you are safe. Every sign points to this being a safe area and instead, you reach the same demise, but this time there was no foggy haze to warn you, no red flags. My father is also like that. There were not any red flags when he changed. One day we were playing Donkey Kong, the next I was pouring water over his head to keep him from overdosing.

My father and I love to escape reality. While he used to find solace in video games, he eventually found that same euphoric melody in charred spoons and used needles. It was not what I expected from him. While I knew he partied in his younger days, his persona was so childish and naïve. I never once thought he’d turn to something so vile. Then again, who am I to judge? I discovered vodka and acid around the same time my console stopped working - whether that be a coincidence is up to the reader’s decision.

I remember when my father told me that he could never imagine me getting married. Rather, he sees me graduating University then moving into his basement - a basement he no longer has because he is now homeless and living in his two-door, Clifford-red truck. A truck with no cable, no console, no distractions. Truthfully, he would be homeless with or without the drugs, his homelessness is merely circumstantial - a product of being dealt a bad hand. The drugs just make it harder to overcome. Where he used to laugh over plotlines, he now cries over the phone, lamenting about where it all went wrong. Was it the death of his mother, the burning down of his house, the abuse from others? Was it that while I could teach him, I could not protect him? As I said before he is not what I would call a scholar. He’s an impressionable individual looking for someone, anyone to guide him. Even if that anyone is a junkie off Parsons Avenue in Columbus, Ohio.

Our recent fallen graces and my yearning for the way things were leaves me questioning. Why did we love those video games? What did it give to us? What did it protect us from? NPC’s gave us company, someone to talk to, another voice to coat the aged white walls of an empty room. The immersive atmosphere left us in another world, another reality where responsibility faded away, a place where we could not notice the things crumbling around us. The stimulating visual on the screen in front of us held our focus long enough to shake the boredom, shake the passing of time.

They say I have my father’s eyes. They also say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Maybe that’s why I’ve been so sad recently. His sorrow was too strong to last for just one lifetime, it needed to seep into mine as well. Despite what some believe, I think sometimes it’s too late. Even in a video game, you eventually run out of health, out of lives. My father has very little left, but I am a little younger, a little smarter, a little less gone. I have a chance.

So maybe the vodka will make the time pass a little faster. Maybe the weed will take away the negativity in my reality. Maybe the sleeping pills will give me better dreams where there is always someone in the room with me. Maybe my psychiatrist will finally get the medication right. Maybe I will finally take my prescription regularly. Maybe I will actually go to therapy. Maybe it’s not too late to save myself, even if I cannot save my father.

Or maybe, I will just buy another console.

[ailendolin]

For the ask game

(Pre canon) fic about Negatus and his relationship with his parents?

I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this but here's a little headcanon about Negatus' childhood.

Headcanon ask game can be found here.

🌙- Pre-Canon

If Negatus had to sum up his relationship with his parents, he would say one word: confusing. His father had been an Evil Overlord and when Negatus was still too young to realise what that truly meant, he idolised him. His father was cool, and Negatus desperately wanted to be like him - until his mother took Toby away, saying, "Evil Overlords don't play with cuddly toys."

Negatus had been four and didn't understand why she would do that. He understood, however, that demon Susan - his nanny - had been told not to give it back to him, no matter how hard he cried, and had done it anyway. "You must keep the bear hidden, Jimmy. Your parents must never find him."

She had always been kind to him and hindsight, the closest he'd ever had to a parent and a friend.

As Negatus grew older and began to realise that Evil Overlords were bad people who did bad stuff, he tried to be bad too. He thought that was what his parents wanted, that they'd finally be proud of him, but instead of praise they yelled at him for so long he felt tears stinging his eyes. He got no presents for his name day that year.

It took a while until it dawned on him that they only wanted him to be a bad person around others but a perfectly good, obedient child around them. By the time he'd figured that out, they'd taken away his bed, fired Susan and turned his dog into a pie.

He was sixteen when his parents died. A tragic fire, some said. A lucky break, Negatus thought with no remorse. His path had been set in stone at that point and Yonderland lay at his feet. He had everything an Evil Overlord could want. And yet when he lay in bed at night clutching Toby to his chest, he knew he would trade it all in a heartbeat if he could only get Susan and Scratchy back.

[mistydeyes]

hi, i was wondering if you're still doing pairings for mw2? if not, just ignore this <3

LOOKS: bi woman with chest-long black hair with the lower half of it dyed red, pale, brown eyes. my style is goth, so i'm usually seen with big eyeliner and black lipstick and wearing my meather jacket, demonias and usually some ripped clothes depending if i wanna dress like a victorian vampire or a homeless ghoul

PERSONALITY: I'm sarcastic and blunt, not afraid to clap back if someone does me wrong, pretty foul-mouthed (as my mum says) and I struggle with showing my emotions which usually makes me seem cold and distant at first, but I'll warm up a bit after some time — i have a soft spot, i'm just tough to crack. I don't like to follow rules which gets me into trouble sometimes, my love language is (gently) bullying my friends but I'm also the mum friend, so I look out for them, give them scary dog privileges when they walk with me and bring them coffee and food to work. I prefer to be alone, usually listening to music, reading books or going on a walk at the local graveyard, but I also enjoy the company of a good friend in silence.

I study psychology and I give tutoring lessons to kids. I also prefer to stay quiet unless I'm with close friends, I'm very attentive and tend to psychoanalyze everything and everyone around me, even myself, so I usually figure out if something's off. I also struggle with my mental health and anger issues, but I'm working on it.

Thank you if you still do the pairings and don't worry if you don't, I'll gladly reread your fics instead <3 Much love – 🕷

Simon "Ghost" Riley (a/n: aww thanks for the kind words anon! hope you enjoy this!!)

How you met: Civilian You sighed as you finished up your tutoring lesson with your group of primary school students. Your group of 6 and 7 year olds learned various homophones and how to spell them. It wasn't your favorite lesson to tutor but you enjoyed giving out stickers for their achievements. As their parents came to pick them up, one of your students sat patiently. "My Uncle Simon is picking me up today," he excitingly reminded you. His father and mother, the Mactavish's, were out of town so they informed you that a Simon Riley would be picking up the young boy. "I see him!" he yelled and was about to run off before you stopped him. "I just need to check his ID and you're good to go," you gently said before he sat back down in his chair. When Simon finally approached, he was much different than what you had expected. He wore a black hoodie with jeans and a face mask. He also towered over you as you asked for his ID. After he presented you with his military ID (you put the pieces together as to how him and Johnny were acquainted), you let the excited boy go. He quickly gripped on to Simon's forearm and swung from it as he signed the sign-out sheet. "Uncle Simon, Uncle Simon, can we get ice cream on the way home?" he asked as Simon looked down to the little child. "As long as you can tell me what you learned today, your parents pay good money for you to get tutored," he laughed slightly and you could see the corner of his eyes perk up. "Thanks again Miss," he nodded to you before leaving. As you packed up your things, you secretly hoped he would be back for pick-up again.

A peek into your relationship: "Alright level 1," you said as you picked up the white card, "what was your first impression of me?" "Why are we playing this again?" he asked as you laid in his lap. "Because Simon, I'm a psych major 'We're not really strangers' is a game that was made for me," you dramatically said as you dangled the card in his face. "Alright," he said as he thought over his next words, "definitely didn't expect you to be a tutor, you looked like a witch or a vampire who eats kids," he joked. You punched his shoulder lightly, "I'm sorry at least I didn't show up looking like the grim reaper." "But after I heard the little MacTavish talk about you, I thought you weren't all that bad and had a soft spot for kids," he finished and you were satisfied with the answer. "As for you, I thought that even though you looked scary, the way you entertained Johnny Jr. and took him out for ice cream was cute," you replied as you smiled up at him. "I also may or may not have asked him some covert questions if you were single or not," you winked and Simon laid a kiss on your forehead. "Yeah, he also might have told me your ideal date was in a fucking graveyard," he replied and you both laughed as Johnny Jr. was correct and the rest was history.

[charliesimss]

Evens for Issy

Gladly cause my game just crashed.

2. What was their earliest memory?

Playing with her dads cat, Peter, on their living room rug together, but she doesn't remember what they were doing.

4. What were their first words?

Dada and then papa within the same week probably. Both her dads are convinced she meant him when she first said dada, but it remains a mystery.

6. When were they fully potty trained?

ur gonna make me research.. probably 2, a seemingly appropriate age I think

8. How often did they throw temper tantrums? What were they usually about?

She wouldn't have them that often because she was an only child and got what she wanted most of the time... and when she wouldn't she;d get upset and cry real toddler baby tears until it was resolved.

10. How easy (or hard) was it to take care of them?

She was an easy baby, but the terrible twos hit hard. She had lots of fits about little toddler things (not being allowed to feed ducks, not getting her way, getting the purple cup instead of the pink one). But her dads were patient and knew it wouldnt last forever, they tried to practice gentle parenting and would calmly explain to her why she couldnt do something, although that hardly stopped her from the fits. So she was fairly easy to take care of until she had fits.

12. Were they a fussy eater?

Yes, which disappointed her chef dad for a bit, but then he just used it as inspiration to make recipes with hidden vegetables and stuff. She liked any form of carb or potato though, but unfortunately toddler issy couldnt and wasnt allowed to live off tater tots 😔

14. What kinds of toys did they like?

She liked stuffed animals and dolls and dress up, especially when her dads played with her

16. What kind of discipline were they subjected to? Was it lenient or strict?

During her early years (3-grade school aged), she would get put in time outs for as many minutes as she was old, but her dads would explain to her why she was in time out and make her apologize if it was needed, they would try not to yell at her because they didnt want her to be afraid of them, they wanted to form a healthy relationship and sometimes that meant having a short time out for doing something bad. Later on in her life when she could understand punishments her dads would sometimes take her phone away, or have natural consequences mostly

18. What was their favorite childhood memory? Their least favorite?

Favourite is when she met her little brother and her first trip to Hawaii to see her mom, all in one good memory. Her least favourite memory was when her fish died when she was 6 because she fed it 15 times in one day, she'll be a great mom

20. What was their relationship like with their parents? How different was it than currently?

She loved her dads, she couldn't ask for better ones to raise her. Growing up she'd secretly try to think of which one she liked more, but it would always end up being a tie, which I think is how it's supposed to be. Recently this past year she and her dads have been having some tension, just because she's seen Duncan (her bio dad) so many times, and they don't approve of him as a person. But she still always goes to them for help, and cries to them about Duncan.

22. Did they have any pets growing up?

Yesss, a cat named Peter that is still alive out of spite, and a fish for like one day and then never again

24. Did they have any caretakers besides their parents?

Sometimes she stayed with her chef dads parents, and also Gemma her bio mama for a few days here and there.

26. What was their first major loss?

Her fish dying, that was the first in her childhood that she remembers, but her grandpa also died when she was 5 and she went to Hawaii for the funeral but it was more seen as a happy family get together to her at 5

28. Did your muse have any nicknames as a child? If so, what were they? Did they give nicknames to others?

Her dads called her bunny or bun, and her grandma actually started calling her Issy which was shortened to Is, but that was more an older grade school nickname.

[naturenaruto]

that reminds me like if ur still younger or living with ur parents/family i think a good but of advice that i wouldve wanted to have when i was a kid and teen is that ur parents....already know everything

and by that i mean they know if ur actually sick they know if u snuck out they know if ur on drugs they know if ur lying. its scary and invasive and wrong....but they Know

my point is that if ur parents are the kind where u dont get in trouble or they dont bring it up its bc theyre letting u get away with it or they just dont care

and then for other parents who are constantly trying to catch you at something alot of times they did something Wrong like going thru ur stuff ur diary ur room ur bags ur online ur private business, which they should not be doing it doesnt matter that theyre The Parents The Authority they should n o t be invading ur privacy

im 31 and as a full grown adult™️ im telling you they still dont have that right even when ur a kid living under their roof........its privacy invasion and its a violation and its wrong and they shouldnt be doing that

but if ur parents are creeps then usually theyll try to catch u in a lie and trip u up......the key is to talk as little as possible dont yell dont get emotional distance urself treat it like its an interrogation even if u love ur parents like.......say very little answer in yes or no dont try to explain bc they WILL use ur desire to explain and try to weave a story against you! they will!

you will be standin there thinkin uve got some rlly good story and it sound legit™️ and the entire time they see right through you

i am just saying this for anyone bc i wish i knew when i was younger, just spend as little time with ur parents as possible dont argue dont talk back dont yell, catch urself as you start to feel overwhelmed, and begin to realize ur limits like what sets u off, try to leave the room as quickly as possible dont stay just to argue they dont wanna have a debate or hear ur explaination (which might not even be a lie lol) they just want u to fuck urseld over and alot if times even if ur not lying they will wear you down and work you over to such an extent that eventually you w i l l say something you shouldnt like cuss or somehing bad or mean or the truth if u were trying to lie or youll say soemthing that sounds different than you said before so evne if u werent lying theyll take that and act like u did...

just talk to ur parents as little as possible be around them as little as possible dont argue dont debate dont overexplain just use yes and no and okay

parents are constanly trying to trip u up and get u worked up JUST to have an excuse to punish you

leave as quickly as possible and dont try to prove them wrong or prove ur point i am telling u right now they dont care and they dont think ur right anyways even if u do make a good point they dont.......care

they know everything so dont try to lie just evade and ask to leave or just walk away, be really quiet and meek and eyes looking anywhere except them, dont be combatative just leave bc one of the biggest mistakes in my life was thinking i could change my parents opinions and beliefs and it. was not going to happen

theyre already set in stone u wont be able to talk them into having a conscience or empathy or morals or mercy or forgiveness or compassion or a heart........

i wish that instead of wasting so much of my time and energy as a child and adult talking to them and trying to explain myself and things i wish i had just gone back to my room and lived my life

spend that time hanging out with ur friends and reading in ur room playing games etc whatever else go outside just g e t a w a y from them.....

the best advice i have for anyone still under 18 is to spend as little time with ur parents as possible and as much time out of the house with friends or by urself even or just in ur bedroom watching tv reading learning stuff urself instead of wasting time trying to teach ur parents bc they either already know or they dont care

as little interaction with them as possible dont argue dont talk back just ackowledge them and say okay and then leave

otherwise youll end up just wasting your time and breath on people who dont deserve it and wont change anyways

obviously if you have decent parents this doesnt apply

[mango-bango-bby]

Incoming requests!!

Platonic yandere dabi. He never thought he would ever be a good parental role to anyone. He never wanted that. But one day the league is given a child, reader,younger then 5(for whatever reason) dabi tried not to care but when he watched the league try and take care of the kid he couldn't stop himself. Those idiots didn't know what they were doing, so he took it apon himself to take care of the kid while also telling the league everything they were doing wrong. He ends up the main caretaker most the time he gets mad at the others cause the still don't look what they're doing and he's afraid they'll hurt reader.

That the request, platonic big brother Dabi yelling at the league because they don't know how to take care of reader

♡ Caretaker ♡

(A/N: I know my last fic was platonic and headcanons,, but I really wanted to do this one so here we are!! I didn’t know how to write this into a doc so instead I just did headcanons!! I absolutely loved writing this 💝💗 I think this is more dad Dabi than big brother Dabi)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, yelling, injuries, slight blood

Summary: You live with the League and they have no idea how to take care of you. Although, Dabi steps into the parent role for you (Platonic!Yan!Dabi x GN!Child!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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♡ Dabi didn’t want to care about you. You were just a random kid, why should he care? The league was given you because even at the very very young age of three you had an incredibly dangerous and powerful quirk that could be useful for them so you now live with them.

♡ Dabi just kind of ignored you at first, although he did take slight notice at how the rest of the league seemed to really not know how to care for you. Leaving you kind of neglected. It did make him feel bad. But his only goal in life was to destroy Endeavor and he doesn’t want to get attached to you.

♡ His whole demeanor changes though when one night while he was just sitting in his room just thinking about his life, you creaked the door open. You held onto the hem of your small night shirt sniffling as large tears flowed down your face. He could only assume you had a nightmare. You didn’t even say anything, instead just crawling into his bed and hugging him. He’s not exactly sure why you came to him for comfort but it definitely started getting him to care about you.

♡ Dabi starts looking after you more than after that. Tomura hides in his room all the time and the others are either in bed or out by seven p.m, so he often buys you dinner around that time. He doesn’t exactly now how to cook so it’s usually microwave meals and fast food. But it’s better than the small snacks that the rest of the league would feed you as if it was a sufficient meal.

♡ He still tries to keep up the act that he doesn’t care about you. The league definitely sees the way you follow Dabi around like a duckling following it’s mother though. Almost every member of the league loves you even if they can’t take care of you properly. However you can’t survive off watching Tomura play video games or watching another magic show from Mr. Compress.

♡ It isn’t until one day that really sets him off at the rest of the members for their negligence. Toga was just messing around, as normal, twirling one of her knifes in her hand before she accidentally dropped it. Unknown to her you happened to walk right past, the knife falling and cutting your arm.

♡ You immediately started sobbing at the pain, running to Dabi for comfort. He scoops you up into his arms, feeling you clutch onto his shirt as you cry. This absolutely enraged him and he started yelling. Not only at Toga for her recklessness but also at all of them. For not feeding you, not getting you to sleep, not bathing you, not paying attention to you, not giving you things like a comfortable place to sleep and toys, everything that they did wrong.

♡ Dabi didn’t even bother to stay in the room with them after yelling at all of them, he just carried you to his room so he could take care of your wound. He already had bandages and stuff in his room because of his scars and staples. You were still crying as he was cleaning and bandaging your cut. You eventually fell asleep after he cleaned up your cut because the whole situation tired you out.

♡ He almost kept you away from the rest of the league for a while, but even after you started seeing them more Dabi was still your caregiver. None of the members minded though. He did a much better job taking care of you that the rest of them.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[spaceyflowerswriting]

big deal headcanons

ft sinu, jake, jerry, jason, brad, lineman and samuel!

> ok first off they are a big happy family and no one can tell me otherwise

> (i'm ignoring canon story kind of <3)

> this includes samuel which i know probably butchers his character but idc IM PUSHING MY FOUND FAMILY AGENDA

> he's still, like, really mean and stuff tho

> anyways they're all like siblings but sinu, of course, plays the big bro role. he's cringe but has a heart of gold and everyone respects him anyway ^_^ sometimes he makes jokes about being their father

>>jake is lowkey big bro #2

>>baby bro jerry <3 who also sometimes acts like the babysitter of the family because they can all get pretty immature at times lol

>>jason and brad are like troublesome twins

>>lineman is the middle child doing his best

>>grumpy samuel. the equivalent of a moody teen with his very bright and friendly, loving family

> jason and brad fight over (not seriously) petty shit all the time. jake likes watching because its funny and jerry sighs and feels like hes the oldest/most mature in moments like these. those two try to stop the fights when they drag on tho lol (usually only jerry 😭)

> so. many. group. hugs. (samuel hates them- or does he 👁️)

> jake likes napping on all his homies 💪

>> samuel always tries pushing him off <3

>> jerry makes sure to not move a single inch until jake is awake as to not disturb him

>> if some kind of marker is within sinu's reach, he's going to draw on jake's face. which is why he prefers jake napping in his lap so it's easier to draw on his face lol

>> jason and brad love messing around when jake naps. it's always "what kind of weird pose can we get him to do" and "let's take turns poking him and whoever he wakes up from gets to buy the winner lunch"

>> lineman is probably the most "normal" when jake naps on him LMAO he just sits there and doesn't mind; but sometimes he forgets and starts to stand up, accidentally waking up jake unless he's in deep sleep

> actually just physically affectionate jake in general. he likes patting them on the head, giving 'em half hugs, stuff like that (and kissing the homies goodnight 💪)

> jason is an avid snack stealer

> brad is the bastard who finishes the boxes of cereal and doesn't throw it away, instead just putting it back

> lineman is the gang's (bedtime) storyteller; he's very entertaining to listen to bc he's good at making shit up at the spot and if it doesn't make sense, at least it's funny <3

> the gang forcing samuel to join their fun family activities 💖 (uno and monopoly nights got samuel swinging his fists)

> video game nights are also hectic! it's a mixed bag of who wins and who loses lmao

> brad painting everyone's nails ^_^

> jake is like the hypocritical parent of the friend group. ex: he'll warn them to stop playing in the rain because they'll get sick but two minutes later he's out there playing with them lol (sinu does a similar thing but worse because he lectures them while doing the thing)

> banned at karaoke bars because sometimes they have a little too much fun lol

> it's okay though jason bought a karaoke machine and now they can mess around at home <3

> except the ladies on the street yell at them sometimes <3

[randoimago]

Hello, could I please get hcs for the crusaders having kids that are like carbon copies of them?

You got it!!

I did this as Old!Seph's kid acting like Part 2 Joseph instead of Part 3 because it’s funnier to me.

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Avdol

Is very happy when you decide you want to learn tarot and how to read fortunes too. He’ll sit and teach you the different arcana and suits and just watch you learn your own way of channeling the cards.

Avdol is glad that you have a logical mind like he does. The chances of you making mistakes lowers even though he knows you making mistakes will happen but he’s less worried.

Honestly, probably less cautious of a parent in general because you should be able to make mistakes and use those to grow from. 

He’ll do his best to guide you, but most of the time you don’t need his guidance which he’s proud of.

Okay but while you are mostly logical, it does give him pause when all of sudden you start laughing loudly or are a bit more crude in what you do when you’re in a good mood. Avdol can’t help but feel flustered because that’s absolutely his fault.

Joseph

Joseph is making a list of all the things he needs to apologize for when he sees his kid acting how he did. How Granny Erina didn't kick his ass out, he doesn't know.

Sure, some of the things his kid does are amusing. Both of you yelling, "Oh my god!" Together gets you a high five before returning to the present.

But damn did you have to be such a smartass? And why can't you sit still? Joseph's an old man, stop making him use up his energy.

Of course, Joseph does feel a sense of pride whenever he sees someone trying to fight you. He would want to intervene but stops and smiles to himself when he hears you say, "your next words will be..."

Okay but while he does have pride with you being smart and cunning enough to pull his signature moves, if you do use them against him then he just laughs because you really think you can beat the original??

Jotaro

Many, many staring contests between these two. If Jotaro gets annoyed enough then he'll use his stand to cheat.

It's good that his kid is strong and smart, but did they have to end up being such an ass? Kid, I put you into this world and I will take you out.

If his kid is annoying the crap out of him, then Jotaro would challenge them to a game of some kind. 

If they beat Jotaro then they can have whatever the hell they asked for. If not then they can shut up. 

Jotaro wins thanks to his experience but it was still a close call. He’d give his kid a pat on the head for doing so well, but state that they need to get better if they think they can beat him. Jotaro isn’t trying to be cocky, just giving his kid motivation.

Kakyoin

I mean you can bet that he's a proud papa. Kakyoin never really had anyone when he was a kid but to have a child that takes after him makes him happy.

Although he does get worried with his kid also being an introvert. Nothing wrong with it, but Kakyoin doesn't want his kid feeling alone like he did. So Kakyoin will do his best to make sure the kid knows they're loved and cared for.

Would happily play video games with his kid and is really happy that his child also loves video games too. Kakyoin is also impressed when his kid almost beats him a few times.

Probably shows his kid lots of cheat codes and ways of cheating without being caught. Just because you never know when your soul might be on the line during a video game....

If his kid does the cherry thing too then it does cause Kakyoin to pause as he realizes how weird it is to watch someone else do it before he just shrugs and grabs a cherry himself.

Polnareff

Definitely a proud papa to have a kid just that’s just like him. He would contribute to that as well with teaching the kid some of the “techniques” that Polnareff uses.

Going to be proud when he hears his kid first flirt with someone because that’s his child! Of course, will reprimand if the flirting is too much (or if he does have a girl then he’s going to glare at whoever she flirts with because they are not taking his princess from him so soon).

Probably pauses when he notices how stubborn the child is. He didn’t realize he was this bad until he sees it with his eyes. 

Although, he’ll probably just think, “Who do you take after to be this stubborn?” 

Everyone else just facepalms because it’s 100% Polnareff’s fault for the stubbornness.