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brother-emperors · 9 months

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something. about. the horror of being sent on an impossible (death) quest and obligations and hospitality politics. the trauma of not having a home, and then the trauma of being in a house that becomes actively hostile to you, one that would swallow you whole and spit out your bones if you step out of line. all of this is conditional, your existence continues to be something men want gone.

it's about going back as far as I can with the perseus narrative because there's always a version of a myth that exists behind the one that survives. the missing pieces are clearly defined, but the oldest recorded version of it isn't there! and there's probably something older before that!! but it's doomed to forever be an unfilled space, clearly defined by an outline of something that was there and continues to be there in it's absence.

and love. it's also about love. even when you had nothing, you had love.

on the opposite side of the spectrum, this is Not About Ovid Or Roman-Renaissance Reception, Depictions And Discourses On The Perseus Narrative.

edit: to add to the above, while it's not about Ovid, because I'm specifically trying to peel things back to the oldest version of this story, Ovid is fine. alterations on the Perseus myth that give more attention Medusa predate Ovid by several centuries. this comic is also not about those, either! there are many versions of this story from the ancient world. there is not one singular True or Better version, they're all saying something.

Perseus, Daniel Ogden

Anthology of Classical Myth: Primary Sources in Translation, edited & translated by Stephen M Trzaskoma, R. Scott Smith, Stephen Brunet

#it's all greek to me #perseus #danae #komiks tag #long post #every other week i start to say something about how greek heroes are a good case study in diaspora and exile trauma #but man perseus makes me so sad. so does danae. she loves her son :(#perseus turning a whole island to stone is a huge mood. i would also do that if i were him #anyway (salutes) take care everyone i gotta watch yunho's new video it looks like a fucking movie im so excited #(i singled out ovid bc i remember the fucking shit perseus discourse that ran through this site. i remember #im preemptively loading a gun and pointing at it before it can touch this post #it hasn't died out either i see it on twitter all the time in the most ANNOYING ways possible i am TIRED #esp bc they're actually doing medusa a narrative disservice like congrats! you made it worse! stop telling me it's better!!!!)

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stellaclaw · 7 days

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boiling hot take but i literally dont give a fuck that mapleshade let the clan believe her kits were birchfaces. her clanmates can be mad but exiling a queen and her kits is fucking deranged i dont care what lie she told. “she deserved what she got” her kids deserved to die because their mom fibbed??😭 her kids deserved to die because their mom did crimes LATER???😭😭 “um but she chose to cross the river” if i was orpheus i would simply not turn around.

#stellatalks #warrior cats #mapleshade #if i was just physcally assault and kicked out of my home on threat of being mauled i would simply make perfect choices #like ‘deserved what she got’ v much implies her kids deserved to die. since ‘what she got’ was mourning dead children #‘so you think murder is okay’ DID NOT SAY THAT. I SIMPLY DO NOT THINK LYING IS WORTHY OF BEING EXILED AND HAVING UR CHILDREN DIE #im not even a mapleshade fan i actually prefer freckle💀 i just think the fandom is SO weird about her in particular

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darlingod · 7 months

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It’s just… it is everything that Cardan thought Jude would notice his “SO OBVIOUS” exile riddle and thinks Jude to not hesitate to come back. Beside his certainty of her cleverness to piece the riddle together, he believed he was that clear about his feelings toward her; he had thought she absolutely ought to know how he feels for her.

Like oh buddy. BUDDY. Your wife had thought of the answer to your little riddle like you thought she would. But guess what? She has detrimental TRUST ISSUES. (Like… Ur super mean and hot, I can’t blame her.) Anyway.. it’s SUPER adorable of him to so wholeheartedly believe she wouldn’t question his trust. It reveals so much about his pov of thier relationship.

Jude thought Cardan’s (silly) trick was a (vile) trick, when it was simply a: “Im trying to impress/pay you back in kind with our romantic metaphorical sparring and eventually get you out of political drama for a bit,” trick.

I’m fucking laughing wow these delusional ass children I fucking love them.

#IM JUST NOW REALIZING I SPELT THEIR WRONG AND IM SO EMBARRASSED #at least it was the right their😭😭#THEYRE SO REAL LMFAOOOOOO #like they both were so hot ofc they constantly questioned the validity of each others feelings #if the last part didn’t make sense I’ll explain #she knew he had tricked her into exile and when Jude was like ‘can I pardon myself?’ she thought it was another trick to humiliate her #like girl it was to do THE OPPOSITE of humiliation #HE WAS SENDING YOU TO SAFETY UNTIL YOU COULD COME BACK AND FLAUNT UR NEW POSITION #but basically it revealed that he loved like Jude loves #that they have the same heart #(he’s not like the reg folk. he grew up around so many mortals as she did the folk)#but he’s a faerie so he doesn’t take caution to being unpredictable #Jude even knew: the folk could be humanlike but they (the folk) inevitably would do something to remind her that they STILL ARE folk #though she had too easily assumed that the folk acting like the folk meant betrayal #he thought the whole marriage thing had meant she fully trusted him #because he knew how hard it would be for her to give up her power over him #and he thought because that she had given up her ability to command him(comma) that she couldn’t doubt trusting him any longer #queen of nothing #the cruel prince #the wicked king #Jude Duarte #jurdan #cardan greenbriar #tfota #I’ve known them since I was 13 they’re much older in my stubborn pov #also me using the semi colon as if I’m sure that it’s proper grammar LMAOOOOO #confidence is key

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occupyvenus · 1 month

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I'm throwing my hat in the ring:

Obviously, William fucking murdered Kate in a fit of rage and the Royals are currently setting up a perfect double to take her place and cover up his crime.

#kategate #mark my words!#she dead #Charles is about to kick the bucket #Harry lives in exile #George is too young to become parasite in chief #William cant go to jail now #get a lookalike #do some cosmetic surgeries #make her learn everything there is to know about late kate #surely theres more than one woman willing to live a lie to become queen of england

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lara60 · 22 days

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ever since i finished reading Invincible i really wanted to make a viltrumite OC, sooo here he is His name is Daareios. He has 0 friends and 0 bitches because he only cares about serving the Grand Regent and is viciously jealous of any other subordinates that he pays attention to.

Pretty much an obsessive lapdog with a ton of personal issues, but unwaveringly loyal. He gets shit done, which is the only reason why Thragg tolerates having him around.

#invincible spoilers #cause mentions of thragg #i really just wanted to make a silly little guy that i could use to annoy thragg #their dynamic is 'i would do anything for you pls let me serve you' 'ok. maintain a 10 meter distance from me at all times. minimum.'#also if ur reading this and u have a viltrumite oc please tell me abt them i am Starving #invincible #OC #viltrumite #also he'd be loyal to thragg through the entirety of the story. even after his exile. so thragg would be stuck with the worst possible guy #as his only remaining support #HGHSGH i just think itd be really funny

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fortunatelychaoticphantom · 5 months

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The current situation is Israel is very confusing to a lot of people, and the word "colonizers" is thrown a lot in conversations, social media and protests. If you are not sure whether you can or should call Israel a colonial state, here is a handy guide divided by origin-country of the speaker:

The UK: OUR INDEPENDENCE IS LITERALLY FROM YOU!

Italy: THIS IS LITERALLY ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!

Egypt, Syria, Iraq, Iran, Greece, North Macedonia, Turkey, Mongolia: Every single one of you has conquered us at least once, so keep your mouth shut or start talking about reparations. (Yes, even the Mongols. Did you know that? I only found out a couple of years ago. Isn't that cool? I mean bad. Very bad...)

Every single country in the American continent + the surrounding islands, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, China, India, Russia, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Armenia: LOL. Don't even fucking look at us.

Portugal, Spain, France, Belgium, The Netherlands, Germany, Denmark, Austria, Sweden, Norway, Saudi Arabia, Tunisia, Morocco, Algeria, Libya, Japan: Let me check a history book for a sec. Yeah, no.

Every other nation in the world: I don't know enough about your history to put you in another category, but no.

Liberia: Literally the only nation in the entire world that knows even half of what we’re going through. They’re not colonizers, and neither are we. Stop trying to force your Western terminology on our history.

North Korea: I think you need to deal with some other issues right now darling...

Hope this helps.

#you know nothing about jews or our history #stop pretending like you do #a native people coming back from exile to their ancestral homeland are not fucking colonizers #did we make every single mistake conceivable while doing it? hell yes #have we committed and are still committing crimes against the palestinians? absolutely #does that mean we don't belong here? fuck no #either open a fucking history book or shut your fucking mouth #jewish things #jumblr #israel

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waitingforsecretsouls · 6 months

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Not sure if people honestly forget or just kind of ignore how Dior explicitly took part in the Battle of Sarn Athrad one of whose main objectives (or at the very least RESULTS) was to retrieve the Silmaril. As if a huge part of the irony of the run-up to the Second Kinslaying isn't that Doriath are the ones who killed people specifically in pursuit of the Silmaril (that were longstanding allies of the Fëanorians and contributed in the wars against Morgoth as recently as the Union of Maedhros, even potential friends re: Curufin, and whose craftsmanship Beren has to thank for being able to cut the thing free from Morgoth's crown in the first place). Dior's connection to the Silmaril isn't just having it passed down from his parents, he actively fought for it (which I'll grant wasn't necessarily his chief motivation and more important to his father, but the larger point still stands). That's the context in which he refuses to even negotiate with the Fëanorians claim.

#silm #dior #battle of sarn athrad #second kinslaying #while alqualondë is an understandable grudge you'd have to jump though some hoops to make it primarily about the Silmarils #rather than the Valar-pronounced exile upon Fëanor and going after Morgoth as quickly as possible #it's also lightly frustrating what with how people (understandably) lambast the Fëeanorians as doing Morgoth's work for him #but then completely ignore how Doriath far more egregiously (in the context of picking off actual enemies of Morgoth) does the same prior #most discussion tends to include C&C and B&L as potential factors in Dior's choice and opinions #but almost never the fact that Doriath just killed a LOT of longstanding allies and potential friends of the Fëanorians #but I guess it doesn't count as additional motivator for them since they're not “kin”

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if-loki-was-a-fox · 8 months

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There's this one conversation c!Ranboo and c!Techno have about c!Tommy, where c!Techno is joking about how c!Tommy would totally kill his pets (in this case Steve) and then go all "you can't hold me accountable for that, it was a full minute ago, I'm a changed person!" and what I find really funny about that conversation is how much it sounds like something someone might say about c!Technoblade.

(It sounds exactly like how c!Techno reacts to people bringing up c!Tubbo's execution)

Like c!Tommy and c!Techno both hate each other for their shared flaws. They say the same things when arguing why the other sucks.

But also on top of that, they both make up the same flaws for each other that the other doesn't even have. Like neither c!Tommy nor c!Techno would ever lay a hand on someone's pet (outside of self-defense), but they both think the other would.

(They both think the other is selfish and aggressive and doesn't care about anyone but themself, but in reality they're both kind and fiercely protective under all the layers of gruffness and abrasiveness, though in different ways)

#they actually have so many parallels and it makes my brian purr #both get put on pedestals and used by their supposed teammates and betrayed again and again #and both are always looking for friendship but unable to open up and actually develop one #I just think they're cool #they misunderstand each other and everything they hate on to each other #but they also do still care about each other to some extent #(the fact that they even tried ro work together post exile makes that obvious)#(and how c!Tevhno included c!Tommy in his will)#rambling about blorbos #bedrockbros #bedrock bros #ctechno #ctommy #technoblade #tommyinnit #my 100+ note posts

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radioactivepeasant · 3 months

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Snippets: Free Day Thursday

Warnings for this oneshot: some blood/gore/horror elements, implied unethical experiments, brief description of a panic attack. The ----- line will mark the end of that scene. TWs will be tagged below.

(Also I stole some fake swear words from Star Wars because they still roll off the tongue well)

"Awww crap. No no no no-"

Jak looked away from the arguing Samoses to see Daxter peering up at the next level of the prison. The one he'd been trying not to think about.

"What?"

Daxter looked back at him with a terrible expression. "...Praxis doesn't have the kid, right? He'd be bragging all over the city about it if he had the kid."

Jak swallowed, but it felt like there was a rock in his throat. "He'd never shut up about it if he'd hurt Mar."

His own voice was shaky a Daxter's fear spread to him.

Not the kid, not Mar, please please, anything but that-!

"Then he got somebody else's kid. Or something else's kid." Daxter climbed up to the pipes between floors and pointed to a sickly glow. "And uh...it didn't like the guards much."

Jak was through the hole in seconds, even as every cell in his body told him that he didn't want to look. Didn't want to know what couldn't be unknown. He gagged as the stench of blood and meat hit him like a wall. This...this wasn't the sweaty antiseptic smell of the Chair.

Two dead KG lay crumpled on the floor, barely recognizable as human beneath the clotted gore obscuring what little remained of their faces. Deep furrows had been clawed into the skin, deep enough to expose bone. The stench of offal did not quite cover the acid pulse of dark eco. Jak could guess what kind of being had inflicted these wounds.

Had Praxis continued the experiment after he'd escaped? Had he finally been successful?

Jak’s stomach lurched as he recognized a third body -- or the uniform and rank insignia hanging in tatters, at least -- slumped against an open tank of some kind. Ignoring the whispered shouts of Samos down below, Jak gingerly stepped over the corpses to examine the tank.

Subject 0401-B its label read, 304 days gestation.

Bile burned in Jak’s throat.

0401 was the number they'd applied to him in the DWP. What was 0401-B? What had they started growing ten months ago?

Wet, smacking noises drew his eyes unwillingly to the dark space beneath an examination table. A trail of dark blood painted a streak all the way to...something's...hiding place. In and out of the mess, tiny footprints peppered the floor. They were no bigger than the Kid's.

Jak coughed and gagged, desperately holding back what little was in his stomach. He didn't want to look, but he did.

Something was hunched over beneath the table, covered in the leathery scales of a metalhead. A long, spiked tail twitched restlessly as shark-black eyes stared back at Jak emotionlessly. The figure had the proportions of a small child, almost like Mar -- thick, stubby limbs, a large head with soft, round cheeks -- but there the similarities ended. Ghost-white hide peeked out beneath cracked and flaking red-brown stains that covered the majority of 0401-B's face and torso. It cocked its head like a little bird, examining Jak, and slit nostrils flared.

"Oh my gods," Jak heard himself whisper, as if from miles away. "No no no no-"

The thing made an ungainly hop towards Jak, coming further into the light. A mane of pale gray hair, matted and tangled, fell across a narrow back, and an all too familiar pair of tiny black horns rose from the thing's head.

It was Dark Jak. It was a monster. A demon.

It was a child.

"What the hell?" Daxter croaked, skittering back towards the hole they'd come up from.

"Hell" was putting it mildly.

The dark eco creature's long ears twitched -- notched ears, Jak’s ears -- and it chirped. Carelessly, it dropped the half eaten head of what had once been Commander Errol and took a tentative step into the light.

It was -- he was -- naked, digitigrade. A hybrid of a human and a Centurion metalhead. In place of a skull gem, his horns pulsed with whatever eco he'd consumed from his prey.

Jak felt lightheaded.

"Prrp?"

The little monster dropped to a crouch, and hopped closer, balanced on tiptoe and fat clawed fingers. He sniffed at Jak, and a disturbingly innocent smile spread across his face.

There were a lot of fangs in that smile.

"What do we do?"

Daxter's voice echoed strangely.

"What do we- ohboy. Jak? Jak, stay with me. Don't look at the evil baby. Look at me. Look at me, pal."

Too late.

"I ca- I can't," Jak gasped, "I can't breathe-"

He curled into a protective ball as dark eco rushed to fill his skin like a protective layer, broadening his shoulders with the crack of joints. It didn't completely cancel the pain of growing a foot taller and a pair of horns in the span of three seconds, but it mitigated it somewhat. Now as pale as the...the not-Jak, he huddled with his hands over his ears. Block out the noise. Block out the lights. Focus on something small. Breathe, breathe, breathe-

"Urr?"

The creature looked different through Dark Jak’s eyes. He would have expected it -- him -- to register as a threat the way other metalheads did. To activate his hunting instincts. But the experiment just felt...familiar. Like someone he'd seen before but didn't really know. He also was very clearly not a threat. Not to Jak.

The child reached up with bloodied hands, instinct driving him to seek comfort. Trembling violently, Dark Jak lowered his arms and let the child use them to climb up to his chest and settle there. Blank-faced and hollow-eyed, he was motionless.

What had Praxis done?

What had he done?!

"Oh kriff, is that Errol?"

Daxter began to retch as he lifted a paw to avoid stepping on...well, he couldn't readily identify the body part anymore, but it certainly wasn't attached to its owner.

"Or...was, I guess."

He didn't feel too badly about vomiting on it.

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"Jak? What's happening up there? We have to go! Now! What did you-"

Tess shrieked and jumped back when Jak dropped through the ceiling with something covered in blood in his arms. He was pale, pupils larger than they should've been. Tess knew that meant something up there had made him transform. And it probably had to do with the thing squirming in his arms.

"What is that?!"

"It's a kid."

Jak tucked the scarf closer around the child, hoping against hope no one would notice the tail -- the dead giveaway that the poor thing was part metalhead. "Praxis...he t- he tried to make another Dark Warrior. We have to get him out of here."

His voice was flat. Almost expressionless. There was a lot going on behind those eyes.

"And the guards?" Tess asked, eyeing the gap in the ceiling.

It was Daxter who answered in Jak’s stead, in a colder voice than any of them had ever heard.

"Errol will never hurt my pal again. He'll never hurt anyone again."

Ohhh. Oh that was going to shake up the Baron’s plans. Errol was both his meanest guard dog and his designated racing champion to keep the nobles pacified. Without the useless nobleman scion, he'd already lost control of the races. The Krimzon Guard would break down in organization too. Or at least, they would if Tess had anything to say about it.

"Good," she breathed, "Good. Thank the Precursors. Did he- did he hurt the- the baby?"

A tiny spark of life kindled in Jak’s eyes.

"It didn't end well for him," he rasped, and fell silent again.

Samos the Elder tiptoed to look at the toddler's face, then immediately began to howl about dark eco contamination. Samos the Younger simply looked uncomfortable with the presence of a child. Neither of them were going to be of any use in a crisis, clearly.

Tess sprang into action.

"Okay! Here's what we're going to do! Daxter, get Jak and this poor baby to Safehouse 8. I'll take these two back to HQ and deal with Torn. Check the kid for injuries, and we'll figure out what to do from there. Okay? Okay. Let's move, people."

Daxter sighed dreamily as he climbed up onto Jak’s shoulder. "Gods, I love a woman who takes charge in a crisis," he cooed.

It was almost enough to distract him from the extreme amount of blood covering the too-small kid with Jak's ears.

Nobody wanted to think about how he'd come to be.

If Jak was more violent than usual on the way out of the prison, Daxter didn't point it out. All he did was stay out of the way when Dark Jak came out to get hands-on with the idiot guarding their exit. The monster kid got very excited when Jak transformed the second time, chirping and squealing like a possessed bird.

When they'd broken out once more, pelting through the streets in pouring rain, they didn't stop to think. Jak knew if he pondered this little...person's...existence beyond cursory knowledge, it would shatter the pieces of himself he'd managed to put back together so far. So he just wouldn't think about it.

It was a kid. Errol hurt it. It killed Errol. End of story.

"Hang on kid. We're out of here."

A glance down revealed the beginnings of a far less sinister face as the rain finally began to break through the blood caked on the child’s skin. He blinked up at Jak with wide eyes.

"It's- it's not your fault. Okay? No matter- whatever people say, it isn't your fault," Jak croaked as they ran. "You didn't choose this. You're just a kid. It's not your fault."

He wasn't sure if he was talking to the kid, or to himself.

___[Three Hours Later, in the safe house]___

"Eep?"

"Wha- no! No, you can't eat that!"

Jak dropped his gun and dove for the kid, snatching a Scattergun cartridge from his chubby fingers.

The child looked at him with complete betrayal, opened his wide little mouth, and began to scream.

The boys looked at each other in panic. Someone was bound to hear that racket.

"Just let him have it!" Daxter yelped, covering his ears, "Metalheads eat eco, don't they?!"

"I don't know how much of him is metalhead!" Jak argued, "I don't want him to get hurt- Ow!"

The demon baby had decided to lodge a complaint with management in the form of locking his jaws around Jak’s forearm. He couldn’t penetrate the gauntlet fully, but there would definitely be bruises.

Without stopping to think, Jak grabbed the tot's cheeks and squeezed.

"Getoff!"

The demon baby growled at him.

"Let go, you little croc!" Jak increased the pressure. "Knock it off, or I'll bite you! See how you like it!'

He had absolutely no idea if the kid could understand a word he said. He certainly didn't act like he was listening.

So he shrugged and bit the kid's finger.

It wasn't hard. It didn't even dent the skin! But the kid yowled and fell back like he'd been struck a mortal blow. He wailed, holding up the afflicted finger to Jak.

"Well that's what happens," Jak scoffed. "You bite me, I'll bite you right back. Don't like it? Keep your teeth to yourself!"

The toddler sniffled, and in spite of himself, Jak softened. He groaned and gingerly lifted the kid under the armpits to set him on the cot beside him.

"Look. Just don't do it again, okay, Croc?"

"Ah," said the hybrid solemnly. The gurgling sound almost mimicked speech, as if he were copying Jak.

"Huh. You're kind of cold. Are you supposed to be that temperature?" Jak frowned.

He had absolutely no idea what counted as "normal" for something that had probably never existed before. Mar was always a little space heater-

Jak stubbornly buried thoughts of the kid deep in his mind. Not now. He needed to focus, and be able to keep his mind in the fight. He could let the "what-ifs" paralyze him later.

"Uh...here. I guess we should give you something to wear," Jak finally decided, "You are pretty naked. You...probably don't know what that means, though."

Daxter grimaced and slowly took his fingers out of his ears. "I am not babyproofing this safe house without coffee and financial compensation," he announced, "But if you can keep the little chomper busy for a couple minutes, I can see what passes for the sacred bean juice around here."

In the five minutes it took Daxter to brew some burnt, dark roast sludge, Jak had come up with a solution for the toddler's temperature.

It was not the solution Daxter had hoped for.

"No. Absolutely not. We have to find some clothes for him."

Daxter slammed a fist into his palm the second he put the foam coffee cups down. "One involuntary nudist in this family is bad enough! And he doesn't have strategic fur like I do!"

"What's wrong with what he's wearing?" Jak groused.

Daxter stared at him until his left eye began to twitch.

"What's wrong with-? HE'S WEARING A PILLOWCASE!"

The newly named Croc paused in his endless game of trying to catch his own tail to chirp questioningly. His limbs stuck haphazardly out of the pillowcase Jak had cut holes in, but it was more than he'd worn in the lab.

Daxter dropped his face into his palm. "Do you think that little menace is potty-trained? Do you? Because I can almost guarantee he is not!"

That hadn't occurred to Jak. He cringed and glanced at the hybrid. "Uh...how...do you potty-train a kid? Mar already knows how to go by himself, I think. But he's not. Like. A baby...thing."

Daxter huffed and began digging through drawers. "Short answer? You don't. Not in the middle of a war you don't. We're gonna need diapers. So many diapers. Do they make diapers with tail holes? Probably not. Oh- and wipes. I don't know if scaly butts get rashes but I don't wanna find out."

Jak groaned. "I don't know how to take care of a kid this little! We are kids!"

"Well do you wanna leave him with the Underground after their stellar show of babysitting skills thus far?" asked Daxter sarcastically.

"Kriff no!" Jak spat. He dragged grimy fingers down his cheeks and growled in frustration. "Can't ask Sig, he'd probably think the kid was a metalhead and try to hunt him or something."

"Eep! Ooooo!" Croc gathered himself, tail lashing, then made a leap for the bed.

He hit the edge and bounced off with an indignant squeak.

"Well," Jak said after examining him for a second, "He's durable, at least."

Far less angsty Croc Shenanigans to follow later this afternoon

#fic prompts #writing prompts #jak and daxter #praxis started making Stitch i mean Croc when Jak kept showing no changes #jak and daxter au #free day thursday #jnd croc #tw gore #tw blood #tw panic mention #Croc is basically Stitch but he eats people. but only Krimzon Guard. he doesn't know the armor isnt a crunchy shell #tw horror #Errol met a very gruesome end and he deserved it #Jak had absolutely no idea what to do with a toddler and it shows #angst with a happy ending #will be dadmas once they all get exiled

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cleverpaws · 5 months

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alr someone please listen to me. please. i ahve been going insane abt these fucking parallels since exile was happening

ok. so

ghostbur @ ctommy during the exile arc. let me explain

i dont think i have to explain this part actually

conflating his isolation while he was alive in pogtopia w tommys current predicament

classic line = Lads On Tour!!!!

okay this is where it gets fucking crazy

OLD MAN. FATHER. TOOK THE WING YOU SAY. YOU SAY YOU TOOK COMFORT IN HIS "ART FORM" HIS ART FORM IS FIGHTING AND HE KILLED YOU

#i am on my hands and knees begging for someone to understand me rn #i WILL make this an animatic i WILL do it it has lived in my thoughts for almost THREE YEARS #ctommy #ghostbur #dsmp exile arc #Bandcamp

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banqanas · 23 hours

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Sato Taiki Daily Q&A

Q: If you were to compare the members as animals what would they be?? I would be happy if you can answer 😊😊

Yuu -> Lion

Sota -> Panda

Keto -> Squirrel

Nacchan -> Goat

Sawa -> Sloth

Sekai-san -> Camel

Shota -> Hippo

From: Q&A #3

Q: If fanta members are a family, how would you relate them Taiki-kun?

Sekai-san -> papa

Taiki -> mama

Yagi -> 2 years old, youngest son

Nakajima -> cousin

Seguchi -> whenever the family gathers for New Years, he is the uncle that blabbers the most but would end up giving the most otoshidama money

Hori -> the father of my second cousin whose voice I haven't heard ever since the family inheritance's meeting some years ago

Sawa -> the housekeeper that gets two days off per week

Kimura -> chihuahua

Nakao -> 5 years old eldest son

From: Q&A #6

Q: Please tell us what is the cute points of each members that FANTAROs doesn't know 📢

Taiki:

Sekai-san -> Most mature child

Hori-san -> Biggest perv

Yagi-san -> Loves me the most

Nakajima-san -> Hates losing the most

Sawamoto-san -> Most feminine

Kimura-san -> Loves himself the most

Nakao-san -> Most stoic

Seguchi-san -> Most realistic

From: Q&A #7

#fantastics from exile tribe #ive had these in my drafts for so long but i think today is a good time to post them #i got lazy trying to find the source lol #THE TAIKI FAMILY DRAMA IM DYINGGGGGGGG #THE WAY SOME OF THEM ARE TOO SPECIFIC #DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING AGAINST HORINACCHAN LMAOOO #i need them to make this for real LMAO #like rmpg's ranpeiji family shorts #i want to beat taiki for making keito the pet and sawa a housekeeper tho ^__^ meet me at the fucking pit taiki #nakao shota #HBD SHOTAMAN #you are taiki's most beloved eldest son mwah

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variousqueerthings · 3 months

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I assume part of 15's narrative is going to revolve around the post-identity crisis that arose within 14 around the timeless child arc, and possibly some kind of search to discover their origins... im fascinated by this coming up in 15's arc, in the sense that it makes it seem like 14 was perfectly happy to park those questions and just have a nice time doing self-care for x amount of years, so all of these feelings were lying dormant because 14 didn't feel the need to know, and then perhaps resurfacing now as 15 is (re)building a (new?) sense of self and isn't so goshdarn tired of things. is this the first time the question on doctor who has genuinely revolved around the "who" part for the doctor as well as for the characters they meet? (no shush the stupid "doctor's name" business doesn't count, that wasn't about identity, that was m*ffat's weird penchant for randomly inserted destiny that never really went anywhere)

it's a bit angsty yes, but it's also very invigorating that part of the source of travelling is this genuine mystery after a nice long rest, and not bone-weary exhaustion and regret at the past. it's inherited from previous who, but it's got a lot of potential to go anywhere

#well there's the mysterious figure when 4 regenerates and the valeyard as the shadow self (which i dont know a lot about yet)#but really as *reasons the doctor is out there travelling* i like this one a lot #there's travelling as running -- travelling as exile -- travelling as lost -- travelling as sharing -- travelling as joy --#travelling as home -- etcetc -- travelling as search of the self #doctor who #dw #rambleramble #doctor who meta #rtd inheriting a bunch of weird new lore: *cracks knuckles* im about to make things so much weirder (im sure)#i assume w 15 going to do some of this arc because they mentioned it in the christmas special

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