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desceros · 5 months

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I feel like Donnie would be mush for his teeny, itty bitty little baby girl.

someone has been peeking in my google drive again i see....

yeah i think he (rise donnie specifically since that's the papatello i'm working on) would be one of those dads who has a big talk about how he's so strict, about the intense regiment he has his kid on to maximize their development, and he's always the most annoying piece of shit at the PTA meeting. flex brag flex brag

but then his little toddler comes up to him on wobbly legs and puts her hands on his calf, tapping at him for his attention and looks up at him with paint all over her face from where she got into the art supplies at the back of the classroom and made a huge ass mess, and he just melts at her crooked little grin (bc dad is the favorite) and is completely incapable of chastising her in any shape or form

that changes when she grows up and starts to act so much like him that he HAS to be firmer with her. the first time he has to put her in time out they both ugly cry a lot

#ask tag #oh god. don't get me started on papatello anon-chan i am on a fuckin RAZOR THIN MARGIN HERE #'don. hon. listen. i love you so much.'#'...and yet i sense a *but* coming'#'...but you have GOT to stop hitting reply all and telling the entire school our daughter is the light of your life and the best child.#i got THREE phone calls from the principal at work this morning. also why isn't YOUR number the one on the file???'#'scoff. i shall stop doing it when it stops being true. also im doing important work that can't be interrupted.'#'but you can interrupt it long enough to draft a fucking five thousand word essay on why our child is the best of all time??!?'#'hm. you're right. it should probably be at least ten thousand. i need the space to discuss her academic achievements as well. good point.'#'SHE IS FOUR.'#papatello

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nguyenfinity · 9 months

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SO I HEARD IT'S RINNIKI WEEK--

I had this lined and colored sitting in my folders for a while but didn't do a background/render it until today, so enjoy this Beauty and the Beast ballroom dancing for day 1 royalty~

#enstars #rinne amagi #niki shiina #rinniki #put so much work into the details just to gaussian blur them jgdhfgjhsfjhgdsfgjhjgsdhjf #this is likely going to be the only (if not one of two) thing i'll be posting for rinniki week 'cause guess who's been putting off hw again #shoutout to noya this one's for you hon #hkfjgjdfhkjds. jghfdjfgsdfhg

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 7 months

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alright im gonna need 5-6 business days to Absorb all of that and the maybe-implications

#sitting in a corner and staring at the wall #excuuuuuse me ex-fucking-scuse me #MCFUCKIN MCPARDON MCME.#ohohoho we're starting to slide into the horror aspect now aint we folks #damn what did i say in the scribble i dropped today huh? that i cant wait for things to turn south? that i hope it disturbs me?#that i cant wait for the puppets to lose their minds?#its beginning! the dodgeball lightly grazed my shoulder!#anyway sally hon are you okay. you do not sound okay. i hope you're not okay.#homebogging #absolutely unprompted #IM!!! NERVOUS!!! IN THE BEST OF WAYS!!!!#im gonna be walking through the store in a Daze tomorrow #cant wait to haul more wood so i can do something mindless while my brain chews rabidly on this update #EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU CLOWN & THE PEOPLE WHO WORK ON IT WITH THEM #everyone's doing the most and i need to lie down #screams. screams and wails and cackles so so Evilly #THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE WOODS <3<3<3<3

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ncteez · 2 months

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the fact that i wrote seungcheol acting like this and that all within the same scene is insaaaaaaaaaane

like ok daddy

then.......

ANYTHING FOR YOU BABY BOY

#for the first time in a while im reading some of my own works #feels weird #but damn i rly popped my pussy with that bestie seungcheol fic didnt i KJHFSDKJFHSDJK #the amount of typos in the fic will remain UNSPOKEN tho #we don't talk about that #[hon talks]

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pushing500 · 2 months

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Starting off strong with Laursen's impeccable construction record. Thank you for the masterwork shelf, Laursen. Our human meat stash will look lovely stacked on it.

M.M. and Socks are getting along like a house on fire

her name is Tara and I love her

I've never had a wild smokeleaf sprout before, and I imagine my colonists would be very suspicious that it managed to miraculously pop up with absolutely no cultivation in the middle of the ocular forest.

They'd blame Blackdragon for it, I'm almost certain.

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#rimworld #gracie plays #The Children of Ecthuctu #art #my art #traditional art #rimworld art #unpolished art #Laursen can do no wrong #perfect himbo bby #M.M. is also incredibly talented with animals and art #though his conversation perhaps needs a little work #can't just ask the ladies about their lingerie hon #unless HE wears lingerie... 🤔#let's not think about that #We now have a thunderbeast named Tara and she is delightful #and we will be keeping an eye on that smokeleaf patch #a gift from Ecthuctu should not be passed up so easily #have a fabulous day everyone!! xoxo

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skyloftian-nutcase · 11 months

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I sort of work in healthcare (not medically certified but I have a position in a nursing home) and idk what code this would be for a hospital (if there even is one) but how would the healthcare boys handle a code being called for a missing patient?

(@hermitdrabbles56)

Legend sighed, blowing some stray hair out of his face as he tapped his fingers on the desk. It was a fairly slow night in the ED, a pleasant surprise, though it made time practically crawl.

Legend had helped the tech restock all the supply carts in his pod, had reread all the notes in his patient’s charts, and still found himself with four hours of his shift left. He had two patients, one of whom was just waiting on lab results and the other was getting admitted and was waiting on a bed. He had absolutely nothing to do.

So when an alert popped up on the computer screen, he perked up with interest. He wondered if there was a fire alarm in a nearby building that has been activated. Instead, he saw security walking briskly, and he looked back at the screen with a little unease.

“Elopement?” He read out loud.

“Looks like,” Warriors commented as he came up beside him. “Came from 6 central, male in his twenties, brown hair, facial tattoos—”

Warriors stopped mid sentence, frowning. The realization dawned on him just as Legend jumped to his feet.

“That’s Twilight!”

The pair nearly tore out of the ED, asking a fellow nurse to watch their patients and making their way to the elevators. Legend was texting Twilight furiously while Wars updated everyone else who was at work.

Wild answered first. Wait the elopement is Twi?? Wth??? I’ll search the basement

“What is he thinking? It’s three in the damn morning!” Legend muttered to himself before yelping as he rounded a corner and slammed right into someone.

Twilight stumbled back unsteadily, throwing a hand out to catch himself. Warriors hastily jumped forward, catching their friend by the hand and guiding him to the floor. Legend reoriented and immmediately opened his mouth to snap at the tech-turned-patient when he got a good look at him.

Twilight was in a pair of pajama bottoms and his hospital gown, eyes glazed with confusion and bags sitting heavily underneath them. Legend knew his friend hadn’t been sleeping well during his hospital stay after his emergent appendectomy, but—

“Need to go home,” Twilight muttered.

“He’s freaking delirious,” the travel nurse groaned as Warriors put a steadying hand on Twi’s shoulder.

“We’ll help you, okay?” the war veteran said gently with a smile. “Let’s get up.”

As Warriors tried to help Twilight to stand, the tech jerked all of a sudden, landing a solid punch right to the nurse’s jaw. Warriors grunted, falling backwards as Legend yelled.

“What the hell Twi, calm down! It’s us!”

Twilight’s eyes were crazed now, and his breathing picked up exponentially before he stood and started to back away. Legend crouched by Warriors to check on him, and the latter waved him off with a groan.

“I’m okay,” he slurred as he rubbed his jaw. “Good grief he can throw a punch.”

“Twilight, you’re safe,” Legend tried to appease their friend as he hovered near Warriors protectively. “It’s us, Legend and Wars, your friends. You’re in the hospital.”

“Need to go home,” Twilight insisted.

“Twilight?”

Legend and Warriors looked behind their confused brother to see Time paused by the elevator.

“He’s delirious,” Warriors said before flinching.

“Shut your trap until I can get some ice on it,” Legend hushed him before continuing, “He’s confused and ran out of his unit and he hit Wars.”

Time stared at Twilight for a moment as the latter started to stumble in another direction, not noticing them anymore. The surgeon slipped easily into his path without touching him.

“Hey Link,” he greeted gently. “You want to go home?”

“Home,” Twilight insisted anxiously.

“Okay,” Time appeased. “Let’s take you home. Can you follow me home?”

When Legend rose to help, Time shook his head. “Look after Warriors.”

Warriors rolled his eyes. “He only punched me once. I’m fine.”

“How is it we get abused so much that we say stuff like that?” Legend moaned, rubbing his face in frustration. “I’ll take care of him, old man. Just don’t let Twi land a hit on you.”

As Legend helped Warriors stand, Time coaxed Twilight into an elevator. The young man paced the confined space uneasily, sometimes rounding on Time as if he had just noticed him. Time gave a reassuring smile and a gentle reminder each time. When they reached the sixth floor, the surgeon carefully guided the younger man down the hallway.

Twilight stopped just short of the doors. “I need to go home.”

“I’ll take you there,” Time reminded him for the eighth time. “It’s okay. You’re safe, Link.”

Twilight shifted uncomfortably before he looked at Time closely.

And then he randomly burst into tears, catching the surgeon off guard.

“Twilight—”

“Pa,” Twilight called pathetically, his voice shaking. “I—home—they said—where—”

Time stood there awkwardly for a moment, unsure what to do. He was nervous to get too close given what had happened to Warriors, and his interactions with patients was never when they were so delirious.

Maybe he should have let the nurses come along. They were better suited to handle this.

The surgeon shook his head. He could handle a delirious patient, especially Twilight.

Most especially because of the title he’d just called him.

Taking a breath and feeling his heart flutter with both warmth and anxiety, he stepped forward and held out a hand. “It’s okay, Link, I’m here.”

Twilight sniffled, stumbling into Time and disregarding his hand entirely. Time caught the boy with sharp reflexes and a surprised grunt before settling into a hug, whispering, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here.”

They stood there together a moment, Time gently rocking them both as he spoke reassurances into his boy’s hair. Then, Twilight abruptly stumbled away, his tear stained face and puffy cheeks twisting in fright.

“There’s—he said to—someone’s in the corner—”

“Nobody’s in the corner, Link,” Time assured him. “It’s just you and me.”

After pointing out that no one else was nearby, and reminding him that they were going to bed at least twice, Time finally managed to convince Twilight to enter into the unit where his room was. His nurse immediately came forward alongside the charge nurse.

“I think he could use a sedative,” Time said with a smile.

“No kidding,” the frazzled looking nurse muttered. “LIP already put in for one. We’re working on getting a sitter but nobody’s available.”

Time shrugged as everyone coaxed Twilight back to bed. “I can stay with him.”

As the nurse brought him some supplies to keep himself occupied, he watched Twilight attempt to get out of bed again, setting off the bed’s alarm. He stood quickly as the nurse rushed in after having just left, and he coaxed the young man to settle once more.

After finally getting some ramelteon and seroquel, Time watched Twilight twist and turn in the bed and gently redirected his hands when he picked precariously at an IV.

Twilight glanced at him, and for a moment he looked like he recognized him. Then he reached out towards the surgeon, about to get up and set off the alarm again. Time stepped forward hastily, taking Twilight's outstretched hands in his own.

“You’re okay,” he said softly, stroking his boy’s fingers with his thumbs.

“W’nna go home,” Twilight whined sleepily.

Time watched him a moment longer and then sighed, bringing down the side rail of the bed so he could slip into it. Twilight moved over for a moment and then dazedly settled halfway on top of the surgeon, making him chuckle. After raising the railing once more, Time wrapped them both in blankets, holding Twilight close.

To think the kid could have gotten worse, to think his appendix could have burst, he could have gotten septic and died, all because he was too stubborn to come in until Wild called for help because he couldn’t carry him to a car.

Couldn’t carry him out of that hell hole the pair currently lived in.

“W’nna… home…” Twilight muttered sleepily, his breath tickling Time’s neck.

“Don’t worry,” Time soothed, rubbing his back. “I’ll take you home.”

To a real home, one without roaches, one without safety concerns, one with warm soft beds and food and animals that he loved so dearly. Twilight and Wild and their puppy were never going back to that motel.

“I’ll take you home,” he repeated as Twilight finally settled to sleep.

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daphnalia · 7 months

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Bill close

girlie does /not/ know whats coming💀

#im slowly but surely fighting my way through my inbox #so to anyone whos ever sent in a request:#worry not hon im on the case xx #the scars were fun #i cant imagine where they cane from but i likee themmm #can you believe kts the firsy time ive ever drawn bill close??#i cant #mf is holding a cigar like a cigarette #props to her for making that work🙏#im such a transfem bill close truther #speaking of #bill close #dndads #dungeons and daddies

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sergle · 1 year

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teacher here, my sincere apologies! i am indeed over 50 but i think those tags were probably of a joke. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind going forward. it’s sort of a habit of mine to use pet names, but I know people have different preferences. have a great day regardless :)

Omg... well the fact that you're over 50 means that Legally you can call me any nickname you want, it says that right in the constitution.

#sorry my reply to being called hon was snappy LMAO I am somewhat reactive abt that kind of thing #bc most of the people who talk to me on this blog are around my own age and I think it's weird to be called hon or dear by someone #in that type of way #but it makes sense you'd have a habit to use pet names w/ working with kids and all that #sergle answers

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radioactivepeasant · 8 months

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Fic Prompts: Free Day Friday

Based on the concepts of both "Rift Apart set a precedent for alternate gender dimensional counterparts" and "what if in Meddling Mar Damas had recognized Mar immediately" we have today's prompt: Mirror Mar.

The little girl sat propped up on a reed mat beside the water, still flushed. Her brother still lay motionless on the mat beside her, nowhere near waking. As Damas watched from the dais, the girl traced her fingers over the boy's scarred arms, and an alarmed look crossed her face. Poor sprout. The brother had doubtless been hiding his injuries from her.

"Do not wake him," Seem cautioned gently, removing the child’s hand. "The eco must repair his organs or he will die."

It was the plain and unvarnished truth, but the girl burst into tears. Seem cringed, seeming unusually uncertain. They were knowledgeable about many things, but children were not among those topics. With a slightly exasperated huff, Damas left his throne and stepped across the stones. He knelt beside the pallets and forced himself to take the girl -- not Mar, it was just a freak coincidence -- by the hand.

"Come. Let him sleep. He will recover, child." He nodded to the scars. "Look: he is a fighter."

"But they're on the wrong side!" The girl burst into emphatic signs. "Wrong arm! Everything is backwards on this side of the Rift Gate!"

"Rift Gate?" Seem asked, their ruby eyes alight with interest, "You found a working Rift Gate, little one?"

"The last one!" The girl wiped her eyes, but her hiccups persisted. "Uncle Sig’s eye is on the wrong side, Jakky's scars are on the wrong side- and Jakky is a boy! Am I gonna be a boy when I grow up?!"

The adults exchanged bewildered glances. Tentatively, Damas extended a finger to brush away tears from round cheeks. Gods, she even had freckles like Mar, just on the opposite side of her-

"Little one," Seem said with stifled amusement, "Why would your brother’s gender have anything to do with yours? That's...really not how that works. You'll grow up to be you, not him."

"But except he's not my brother, he's me!" The child protested, "The sage said so! Except Jakky wasn't a boy when I went in the Rift and now all the scars are on the wrong side!" The girl twisted her green curls in her hands repeatedly, breathing quickening. "When did that happen? Are all my freckles gonna change places? I don't want my freckles to move! Why is everything the other way around?!"

Damas felt bile creep up his throat.

The backwards amulet around the girl's neck.

The shared features.

Gods, no.

He looked to the boy, eyes falling as if by instinct on a trio of freckles against the left side of his jaw.

The bile climbed higher.

It wasn't possible. It wasn't possible.

He'd heard legends of Rift Gates, but there was never anything in the old texts about this.

"What-"

His voice failed him. His hands shook.

"What is your name?"

The child looked stricken, and her tears began anew.

"You don't remember me? Are you all out of place now too, Daddy?"

Seem recoiled in shock, and Damas collapsed from his crouch to his knees.

No, no that would mean they were both- Please, no-!

What had the Precursors done? Who was the boy, then, if the girl swore they'd once been the same person? What had these children suffered?

"Mar?" he whispered in a shaking voice, "In your world, on your side of the Rift Gate, were you Mar?"

"Uh-sniff!-huh."

"Then...my Mar is...with your elder self?"

"Oh...I guess so." This Other Mar, a bit too old -- but not near as old as the boy on the other pallet -- looked pleadingly at him. "My Jakky is still in the Gate? I don't have to be a he and move all my freckles if I don't wanna?"

"I...would assume that is what happened, given...given your amulet," Damas faintly heard himself choke out, as if at a great distance.

The child, this Mar from another world, somehow managed to look even more crestfallen. "Then...that's your Jakky, right? You're...not my daddy...are you?"

Instinct took over. Damas swept little Mar into his arms, and tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

"No, little viper," he croaked, "I am sorry, I do not know if I had a daughter before today. I do not know if you differ from the child I remember. My Mar was...was two when last I saw him, much would have changed regardless."

"I'm six now." Mar hiccuped and held up the number on her fingers. "I'm not a baby anymore."

"I...see that."

"And I like slingshots and bugs and baby animals and coloring. But I don't like dark eco, only Jakky has to use it because all- all his eco got all jumbled up." Mar squeezed closer to Damas. "Jak said he wouldn't let me get dark eco. I don't wanna get dark eco."

Seem looked from this older Mar to the teenaged boy fighting for his life on the mat. A future version of Mar? It couldn't be true, they didn't want to believe it! This boy reeked of dark eco, while the child practically dazzled with unshaped prism potential. Surely no child of the House of Mar would stoop low enough to partake of dark eco!

Unless...

Seem eyed the scars again, and in spite of themself their hand rose to cover their throat almost protectively.

Unless Mar had not been a willing participant.

Damas followed Seem's gaze, and his stomach turned. Two Mars, both years older than they should have been. Alone, battered, collapsed in the desert- Had they been trying to get home? Had Mar been fighting to come back to him all this time?

Two Mars. A son and a daughter. A blessing, a miracle and yet- what had the Precursors put his child through? What were these scars, even on the little one?

Damas looked to the boy, motionless beside the orange...thing...he'd been found with, and he swallowed hard.

"Mar," he whispered, "Tell me everything."

___________BONUS__________________

When the boy called Jak finally awoke, he didn't remember the room he was in, just as Mar had warned. Nor did he seem to be particularly happy that Mar had given away any information whatsoever.

"Mar!" he rasped, "You can't just tell strangers your name! We've talked about this!"

"You're not the boss of me!" Mar retorted almost gleefully.

The boy pushed himself upright to point at her. "Uh, yes I am? I literally am the boss of you by default, kid."

"That's not what Daddy says!"

Jak lurched forward as Daxter coughed water all over them both.

"Who?!"

#fic prompts #writing prompts #free day Friday #mirror mar au #look Mar is only 6 she thought Jak being he/him meant she had to match and they had to explain that nobody can change her pronouns for her #jak by the way has no idea what this other dimension she talks about is. he just thinks his kid self is she/her now and is rolling with it #he's a little confused but he's got the spirit #dadmas #king damas #damas gets to be a girldad now while trying to figure out how to raise a traumatized teenager #mar doesn't care about pronouns she just doesn't want her freckles to change places mar hon no that's not how it works #girl!mar #jak and daxter #Jak and daxter mar #jnd seem

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