#i'm going back to draw children and babies for a very long time now!!

[naffeclipse]

I'm sorry if this question has been asked in some form or another but... How would Eclipse, should he have ever moved away from the Arctic in search of a new home, react if he encountered a pair of orphaned Orca Siren Calves (Sun and Moon) being raised by a reclusive writer human Y/N? Like either their sibling got the Siren Transformation and the whole pod is just now... gone due to some unfortunate events... Or the Y/N just found the two orphans in the shallows near their very secluded home and the parents never came back?

Point is human Y/N is trying their best, but that means things aren't going all that great. Both kids can read and are cared for. Moon is a master of the door dash app when using the tablet kept on land near the water for them. But there's love... Lots of love.

How would he react to this?

Oh, I love this

You wanted to be left alone, unfortunately, the two... babies, didn't get the memo. They're so small. You have no idea what to do with the mythical creature children. Sirens. Sure, you've heard of them. So why aren't they taking care of their young? Why are they wailing at the edge of the icy land you've made your home on? It doesn't take long for you to take pity on the small things and feed them some chewed fish (but only this once).

Somehow, you end up with a small ice shelter where you've carved two breathing holes under the ice to let the seawater and the babies swim for a day, keeping a careful watch on them while jotting down a few ideas you've had for your writing (perhaps inspired by sirens). Then, at the night's end, you lovingly pick up both toddler-sized sirens, tucking one into each arm to carry them to your home where your bathtub has become a makeshift crib of seawater and half-chewed rubber duckies.

You believe they're twins despite their different appearances, one touched with cream-colored orca markings and soft yellow frills framing his face. The other brother is black and white and has a slippery dark blue tendril behind his head, trailing into a luminous bulb. They have mismatched eyes but share one blue iris.

So much for only feeding them once. The tiny fish got you wrapped around their little claws.

They growl and chuff and softly whine whenever you're not within sight, and each of them demands time alone to snuggle against your chest before you set down your bedding on the bathroom floor and urge them to sleep through the night. You're right here if they need you. Somehow, one or both end up on you, dripping wet, and you can only groan and softly hold the babies through the night despite their constant wiggles and slick, sheeny bodies.

This goes on for a few years before you start to worry that your bathtub is too cramped for the children. Sun and Moon (oh gosh, you gave them names; now you're really attached) are so smart and excel at reading and writing, making use of markers and whiteboards, and remembering to let their hands dry before grabbing the paper from the floor of the ice shelter to draw doodles of the icy waves.

There were learning curves, such as when you had to scold Moon for biting you so hard his sharp teeth drew blood, but he cried, so you stopped being angry and showed him how to help you bandage your hand. See? All better. But no biting. Another time was Sun growing impatient with your slow pace as you gathered your writing materials before joining them in the ice shelter, and he grabbed your leg and halfway pulled you into the frigid water, shocking your system with the sheer cold before you scrambled out and had to retreat to your home to undress and get warm. Sun hid away from you, unwilling to come out despite your coaxing once night fell. You had to lay down a new rule: they cannot pull you into the water. You are not built like them. He clung to you and apologized, and you forgave him with a kiss on the forehead.

You wanted to be left alone with your children. (Yours. Your babies.) Unfortunately, they're not the only sirens around. You sense another presence just at dusk when you're preparing to take Sun out of the breathing hole (you can only carry one at a time now, and even then, it takes all your strength to lift with your legs—when did they get so big?) and pause with your hands under Sun's arms, his hands still opening and closing for you. Through the slight opening in the flap of the ice shelter, out into the shallows of the icy sea, you see two pairs of eyes, yellow and red, and piercing.

A siren.

You react with adrenaline and fear, fueled by the intention to protect your children no matter the cost, and pull Sun and Moon out of the breathing holes in a second. Placing them in the far corner, you shield them with your body. The strange siren pokes his head through the breathing hole not a moment later. Eyes wide, breathing harshly, you stare each other down, siren against human. His gaze slips past you, and he grins upon finding Sun's and Moon's big eyes peeking around you as they cling to your shoulders, confused and frightened. Their flukes flip anxiously.

The siren grinned at you, and for the better half of the night, you conversed with the siren about how you came upon your children. His intentions remain sinister and masked until he at last tells you how perfect he finds you and the boys. You stare, standoffish, but he assures you, he will be the father that they need, and the mate you deserve. You don't believe him. You don't trust him with your babies, but when he grabs your leg and rips you away from your children, much to their protests and small cries, you're caught under him and his caressing claws before you realize that his hunger is more.

It starts to make sense. Of course, Eclipse can teach them far more than you can about how to navigate their marine existant and how to properly hunt and not only take food from your hands. He teaches them how to sing, how to watch prey, how to use their strength and teeth to conquer. And you... you watch, realizing that you miss those bathtub days, but your boys are happy. They love Eclipse and Eclipse, well, when he's not tending to the children, he's spending time with you, laying his crossed arms on your lap to gaze up at you, insisting you accept a dead seal from him.

Maybe he has a bit of charm. And maybe you begrudgingly let you sing you to sleep when you're left fretting about Sun and Moon swimming late into the night on their own, but they're growing big. They don't fit in your arms anymore. You start to feel a little forgotten before you find all three sirens acting very suspiciously, your boys whispering before telling you that Dad—Eclipse wants to give you something. He softly presses a beautiful black pearl into your palm. You've never been much for anything that isn't practical, but it's beautiful, so you take it. Eclipse is pleased and so are the Sun and Moon. He steals a kiss from you. You don't mind.

You wanted to be left alone, but you find yourself in the siren's arms as you both watch a burning orange sunset and your sons playfully fighting in the small waves.

#man that found family really do be hitting hard ya know? #augh #apex polarity #idk what to call this i'm too emotional about it #orca!eclipse #orca!sun #orca!moon #recluse!reader #naff writing

[funky-gobbo-art]

Donolinc/Cringe!AU pt. 3

Trans!John headcanon post HERE

Cringe!AU pt. 1 HERE

Cringe!AU pt. 2 HERE

Once again I'll give the same CW as the last post: if you don't wanna see any references to trans male pregnancy please blacklist the terms "mpreg" and "tmpreg", similar content to whats in Mafia 3 normally like violence, bigotry of the 1960's, war, etc.

General disclaimer: I'm still not good at drawing babies/young children and I'm not much of a writer personally so sorry if things are clunky.

John got home sometime around mid-November, laying low and skipping around the states altering his appearance a bit until he felt the heat died down enough he could return to Louisiana with no issues. Once he got home he was greeted by a very intense Lincoln alone at Sammy's while Dani was at Nicki's being watched. Lincoln was feeling a lot of stuff at once, like anger, but also just holding back emotions a bit, hiding at first that he was happy to see John coming through the door.

Obviously things got pretty intense emotionally a bit after John got into the house, but things cooled down (or heated up lol) and Lincoln immediately started teasing him for his more "messy" appearance, said he looked like a hippie.

Adjusting back home was pretty comforting for a bit, John's happy he can just stay inside, catch up with Dani and be lazy. Already he was naturally anti-social so staying in wasn't that much of an issue, just watching T.V and most he does is if Lincoln needs his help on something work related.

Wasn't too long until John started feeling sick again, waking up early to run to the bathroom, or accidentally throwing up at the worst times. He immediately had a "oh this better not be what I think it is again" and after a visit to Lincoln's personal doctor, yep, it was exactly what he thought it was.

Despite appearing angry, he was more annoyed and just wanted to give Lincoln a hard time. They were both fine with this because John's going to be more a homebody now and Lincoln can support them all. Dani, despite being 2, seemed pretty happy with the news, she kept saying "baby!" after being told.

John definitely wants to get serious about finally getting a hysterectomy after this kid though. Still kicking himself for not getting one earlier but oh well. Like the last pregnancy he was moody and wasn't allowed to smoke or drink, fell back into annoying Lincoln by popping gum around him constantly.

Rhys Clay was born August 10th 1972, Lincoln Clay and John Donovan his parents and Danielle Clay his older sister. Not named after anyone again but both parents were looking over names and just got attached to that one. Once again the baby was delivered at home with the same doctor as last time, only difference is that Dani could meet her new little brother as soon as they were able to.

Lincoln was very happy being a father of 2 now, though it was dawning on him that he needs an actual house for them now, but he has some time before both kids are big enough to get their own rooms. John feels a little weird knowing he's technically had 3 kids already but gets serious about getting a hysterectomy a bit after going back to normal after Rhys is born. Both John and Lincoln have to settle with a story now to tell people especially if John is seen walking around with both kids. Lincoln finally comes out about it all to the other 2 underbosses (since Nicki already knows), he's a father of 2 and the other parent is a trans man who happens to be the gangs advisor that's been working from the shadows ever since the beginning.

Vito and Cassandra don't take too kindly knowing that their bosses advisor is a now ex-C.I.A agent, and it does break out into a big argument between the underbosses, Lincoln and Donovan. Lincoln being so used to this now, he was able to get the argument under control by telling John to keep his mouth shut and telling the other 2 if he wasn't trustworthy, then why on earth would he willingly raise 2 children with him? It seems to work.

Some time passes: Dani starts school, shows a bit of an artistic streak while also showing signs of being very stubborn when she feels like it. Rhys shows signs of being autistic and is nonverbal until he's nearly 4 years old. The Clay Crime Family starts doing some good for the local area, renovating and building places, but also expanding their operations. Lincoln is basically untouchable now, which means his family is safe and sound as long as their around him.

John still goes around the city with both kids and visiting Robert, but can't seem to stop Robert from making snarky comments about both him and his kids, meanwhile Father James notices a lot of similarities between Rhys and Lincoln from back when he first came into the orphanage. Both very quiet boys but different circumstances.

Donovan takes a good break from his "side project", he's letting the heat die down since the whole senate hearing incident and he wants those folks he sent that message out for to get a false sense of security and think nothing more is going to happen, but John is planning on striking when they least expect it. He's not going to act for awhile though, doesn't wanna miss any birthdays and still be present during the kid's childhoods, also Rhys still needs a lot of attention.

Dani and Rhys are very close, and Dani always tries to get him involved with games she plays, Rhys is pretty quiet still and shy around new people but does start talking more to his family and other adults that come around, mostly Father James or Nicki Burke.

Rhys is the last kid and John tells Lincoln if he wants more, he can just figure that all out himself.

Both kids are still in development, character wise. I have some thoughts about Dani in her teen years, like going on with her friends a lot, as for Rhys, I'm still wondering what personality he has, though I see him getting into puzzles a lot. I'm open to any thoughts honestly, writing kids isn't really a strength for me and these are my first fan kid oc's for a piece of media I like.

But yeah, that's my cringe au! Been cooking it for awhile and finally got the guts to release it to the wild, like I said previously.

#mafia 3 #mafia iii #mafia 3 definitive edition #mafia trilogy #donolinc #lincoln clay #john donovan #mpreg #tmpreg #father james #robert marshall #danielle clay #rhys clay #oc #original characters #fan ocs #fankid #lovechild #cringe #traditional art #my art #the idea is dani is like a more active !!!! version of lincoln #and rhys is a more quiet to himself version of john #idk

[deirdreskye]

Commercial I would produce as an advertising executive:

Night falls upon a normal suburban American middle-class home. The lights inside go off, the family is off to bed.

A nude woman crawls from a storm drain. Her skin is wrinkled and bone-white, her sagging breasts covered by her filthy black hair. She crawls on her hands and feet like a spider, slowly, silently, like nothing human. The front door is locked so she crawls into the back yard where the family's dog whimpers and cringes from the sight of her. She gropes at a window, unlatches it, and climbs inside.

She creeps through the kitchen, up the stairs, past the bedroom where the parents sleep, down the hall. Her wrinkled hand reaches for a doorknob, twists, and pushes it open, silently, ever so silently, and now she's inside the baby's room.

A portrait of Jesus Christ hangs on the wall over the baby's overturned crib. The woman is hunched over, spine bulging from the taut skin of her back, crunching, chewing, gnawing. She eats every part of him, bone and blood and organs all.

In the morning, the mother shrieks and wakes the whole house. Father and the other children come rushing to the baby's room to see mom holding the baby boy unharmed, although the crib fell over on its side in the night. No one can explain how this came to happen, or why the baby did not wake, but the baby is safe and well though it gave everyone such a fright. The family will forget this incident soon enough, but it will nag at the back of the mother's head from time to time when she can't fall asleep at night.

The boy grows up.

He does not learn to speak until he is five. He screeches inconsolably while the family is out to eat at the Cheesecake Factory. A boy on the playground calls him a retarded faggot and punches him in the stomach. He is so bored at church he picks his skin until it bleeds. His brothers mock him relentlessly for crying all the time.

He masturbates to a drawing of Sonic the Hedgehog and Dr. Robotnik kissing passionately. He smokes cigarettes in a parking lot with a boy in a trenchcoat and a girl in Cookie Monster pajama pants. His father slaps him hard in the face when he comes home from school wearing black nail polish.

A football player performs oral sex on him in the back of a pickup truck. He sells ecstasy to the pastor's daughter at an exorbitant markup. It's two in the morning on a school night and he is stinking drunk when he wakes his parents trying to sneak back into the house. He's wearing a dress and fishnets and winged eyeliner and lipstick and his father beats him bloodier than ever before. Mother weeps bitterly with a black eye as she prays for her youngest son's eternal soul. The next morning, the boy is long gone. His father comes to believe he will never see his son again but he is so very wrong.

Some years later, police cars burn in the night and the flames grow so bright the shattered glass on the sidewalk look like so many glittering jewels. Bodies litter the streets, some in riot gear and many in plain clothes. The streets are silent save for the distant, so very distant wail of police sirens. Long after the flames die out, an officer stirs and moans faintly in pain as he hears the sound of boots trodding upon broken glass.

He's so delirious he thinks his deliverance is upon him when a dozen black-clad figures surround him. A gloved hand pulls the officer's gas mask off to reveal the bloodied face of a middle-aged man.

"I've missed you so much, daddy," the antifa says, gayly giggling.

"Son?" His father croaks weakly.

"That's right, papa. It's me. I've accepted our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ into my heart and I'm ready to come home!"

His friends laugh uproariously as he reaches into a backpack and produces a freshly-looted, brand new iPhone 17 shrink-wrapped in its original packaging. The night rings with howling laughter as the boy recites the Lord's Prayer, slamming the box into his father's face.

"Our father,"

Crunch.

"Who art in heaven,"

Crunch.

"Hallowed be thy name,"

Crunch.

Think different. Apple iPhone.

[glazedtrash721]

Beware, this is a LONG post!!

TW: a lil' scopophobia perhaps

So, you know how there's a boat load of Welcome Home AUs floating around?

Well, now there's one more!! (And even more given some time!)

Let me introduce you to my first Welcome Home AU:

Children's Hospital AU!!

In this AU, all of our lovely neighbors are staff at the town's local Children's Hospital, which is officially titled the "Healthy Home Children's Hospital", or HHCH for short! This AU doesn't really have any spooky or funky elements to it, as I was pretty desperate for ideas that haven't already been done when I thought of it. Although, this AU does serve its purpose in being very cute and wholesome, and I'm sure that it could make for some fun content!

Characters and more info can be found under the break!

By the way, these drawings are not to scale! I just made them so that they would fit on the page :/

Anyways...

Let us first start with the Doctors!

Doctors Darling, Joyful, and Frankly have bested too many years of medical school and are now here to take care of their young patients! Both Dr. Wally Darling and Dr. Julie Joyful are physicians, and they can be found buzzing around the hospital, tending to whoever needs it! Dr. Darling, with his calm and cool energy, is more often assigned to older and more anxious kids. Dr. Joyful, on the other hand, is often tasked with the care of younger children and babies with her more energetic and sweet personality. Dr. Frank Frankly is the surgeon of the group, and he excells with his steady hands and his thirst for knowledge and for solving problems! Dispite his grumpy appearance, the children find him a joy to see when he checks up on them before and after surgery!

Next, we have the Nurses!

Nurses Sally, Barnaby, and Howdy help make up the back bone of the hospital, and they are always on their toes helping those in need! Nurse Sally can typically be found in the ER, where her quick feet and her sunny disposition are a must have, though she can be found bouncing all over the hospital! Nurse Barnaby never fails to put a smile on a patient's face with his funny jokes, and he is a dream when someone needs a distraction from a needle or anything else that may be frightening them! Nurse Howdy is extremely handy with his four hands and arms, making him an amazing multi-tasker! He is also a master of hugs, and he is wonderful with calming down particularly upset patients. He and Barnaby are also often called on the occurrence where a patient (or even parent!) needs restrained, thanks to their size and even tempers!

Lastly, we have those with more miscellaneous jobs!

Mr. Eddie and Ms. Poppy also have important jobs that help the hospital and its patients! Eddie is the HHCH's trusty mailman! He takes gifts and letters from the mail room and gift shop and delivers them to their recipients. As he knows the hospital's layout like the back of his hand, he also often accompanys visitors and volunteers, such as those who bring therapy dogs and such! He also takes extra care to dress up on holidays and other occasions! Ms. Poppy is an Emotional Consultant, and she is there to help patients and their families make difficult decisions, usually regarding treatment. Still the nervous bird that she is, she still tries to put on a brave face and a warm smile to those who need a little extra guidance or reassurance.

They're all colorless now, but I'll probably add that soon lol.

Also, I haven't designed Home yet, but I imagine he'd be the Headmaster of the hospital or something similar? I may give him a design later on.

Anyways, that concludes my first Welcome Home AU! Feel free to ask for any specific info that you want me to elaborate on, and feel free to use these silly dudes in your own fan content, given that it's not sussy (NSFW in the sexual way), and that a lil' credit is given! Otherwise, go ham!

#welcome home #welcomehome #art #welcome home arg #welcome home au #au #my art #wally darling #julie joyful #frank frankly #welcome home wally #welcome home julie #welcome home frank #sally starlet #barnaby b beagle #howdy pillar #welcome home sally #welcome home barnaby #welcome home howdy #eddie dear #poppy partridge #welcome home eddie #welcome home poppy #these little sillies are in charge of your healthcare #your health is in their little puppet hands #imagine how many jokes howdy could charge you #man healthcare is so expensive I have to tell this caterpillar 105 498 knock knock jokes #welcome home children's hospital au #this is so many tags my golly

[springlock-suits]

Um. *twirls my hair* For this day I wanted to draw Funtime Foxy and or Ballora as real/showbiz inspired animatronics but then I realized I didn't. Want to. And might not have the time to depending on how the inspiration hits and if I'm going to add Baby to be a proper ladies night. So. I wrote a fic one-shot 👉👈

Bear in mind, I am an artist first. And failed English class on multiple occasions. So have fun with this I guess

Fnaf-tober | Day 4: Ladies Night

Fnaf-tober by miiilowo

Content: Willry if you squint, mostly in the form of Henry's thoughts. Gender.

This is about 1000 words, so one of my more lengthy fics, if not the new record holder

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Henry reread the design notes in front of him again. He scratched his beard a bit in concentration. The ginger man was currently looking over William's work on some circus themed animatronics, they were only concepts right now, silly little doodles made by a man who happened to enjoy the aesthetic clowns and the like. However... he couldn't help but notice a small, inconcensistent detail. Had William made a mistake? Maybe he should call him to make sure he's reading this right.

No... he can't do that.

Henry sighed and took a sip of the tea on his desk, perfectly sweet, though unfortunately has long since become room temperature. Henry huffed a laugh as he took another sip, William always called Henry's tea "hummingbird nectar". Always scrunching his nose in that cute way of his when he saw Henry drinking a cup of a sugary concoction. Henry shook his head, focus, what was he doing again? He looked back down, right, William's notes. Calling him. Can't do that. Henry sighed again, William had taken a break from work this week to take care of his kids while Bella was away on a camping trip with her girl friends. William would be back for work this Friday, and correcting a detail on some concept work truly wasn't that important. Especially since the "funtimes" won't see the light of days for years, if ever.

Henry nibbled on his pen, and looked up at the time. 1pm. Would William be busy? Michael was at school, but little Evan and Elizabeth were home. Maybe they were taking an after lunch nap at this very moment and William was just as bored as he was and wanted to talk about his animatronics some more. Henry rapidly tapped his pen on the desk, thinking. Charlotte was still at school. His little Button had mentioned recently that she wanted to see Uncle Will and her siblings again. He remembered how he tried once to explain to her that William is not her uncle, and even if he was his children wouldn't be considered her siblings, she just puffed up and crossed her arms, stating that she obviously knew that, but she had adopted them, so they're family now. William had laughed and ruffled her hair, saying he couldn't argue with that logic, and Charlie had absolutely beamed at that. Henry smiled at the memory.

He shook his head, getting distracted again, what was he...? Henry jolts up when he remembers. Right, of course, Charlie wanted a play date. He should call William to ask him about it. And if the conversation happens to steer towards other things, well, that'd be convenient, just some light chatter between friends. Henry holds the phone to his ear, having quickly dialed the number.

Ringing...

"Hello?" comes the sweet sound of William's voice. Henry realizes that he's been silent on the phone to the point of becoming uncomfortable. "William! I ah, hope I'm not being a bother right now- I was just uh wondering if you were free at some point this week. And your kids. For a play date. Charlotte wants a playdate." Henry quickly rambles out, embarrassed. William chuckles on the other end of the line, and Henry hears the faint whispering of Elizabeth, excited at the thought of playdate. "You're not bothering me Henry, Evan just went to bed, and Lizzie here is practicing her makeup skills on me. Of course they can have a playdate later, how does after school sound? Or after Charlie finishes with her homework I suppose."

Henry doesn't even take a moment to think, "Yes yes that's perfect, my little Button will be excited to hear the news." Henry paused. "Practicing her makeup skill on you?" William chuckled, and Elizabeth seemingly shoved her face right in front of the phone as she now loudly spoke. "I'm making Daddy pretty! We're having uh,, um,,, a." The toddler struggled to remember a word. "A LADIES NIGHT!!" she shouted triumphantly, proud of herself. William quietly told her not to be so loud, as she might wake Evan or hurt poor Uncle Henry's ears. Henry hummed. "You and William and having a ladies night Lizzie?" Elizabeth nodded, and then gave a quick "Yeah!" when she remembered Henry couldn't see her. "Me and Daddy are having a ladies night, because we're the only ones in the house right now other than Evan and Evan is sleeping." She shushed the phone for emphasis. "And we're both ladies so we're having a ladies night!"

"I see," replied Henry, not seeing. "That reminds me of something actually, could you hand the phone back to your father, dear?" Elizabeth nods and William gently takes the offered phone from her, and watches as she quickly becomes distracted with rummaging in her mother's makeup kit again. William smiles as he puts the phone back up to his ear. "Was there something else you needed Henry?"

Henry quickly shuffles through William's notes again. "Oh yes, um, I was just looking through your notes and wondering about... the funtime fox character? It looks like you switch between using he or she for. uh... the fox.".William hums, "Did I? I suppose I didn't notice." he chuckles. Henry nods, "Right then, so I was just wondering what you meant to use for the character, so I can correct it." William smiles, "There's no need for that Henry, he and she both sound correct to me for the fox. He is above all else a performer after all, I imagine she simply finds it easier to use whatever fits best at the moment, and whatever fits best for the performance." Henry paused for a moment. "Like... your Springbonnie?" William beamed, "Yes yes like Springbonnie! Though not exactly, Springbonnie entirely doesn't care for such things." William paused, "Say I've been thinking of a new funtime character too! A fox like the other one, their name is Lolbit... "

Henry smiled as he listened to William ramble on about his latest idea, he ended the call quite some time later when Charlotte excitedly bounced up to him after getting off the school bus, talking about how she finished her homework while on the bus and proudly displaying her work. She was, as expected, very excited to visit Uncle Will's house when he told her about the playdate.

When they arrived. Henry couldn't help but notice that William had yet to wash off the makeup his daughter had put on him.

#fnaf #five nights at freddys #this is embarrassing im sorry #*looks away* #my fic #William afton #Henry Emily #willry #<- just a smidge #william projects his gender feelings into his projects without knowikg he has gender feelings #henry is confused but supportive #miiilowo fnaftober #ooh oopises i definitely rushed though this again. things are happening fast #i hope my writing of Henry to be easily distracted and forgetting what hes doing came across right #ah fuck i edited the read more. well i guess we're posting this now lol #darlingsfnafau

[writeforfandoms]

And would I draw baby ghost and raven reader? ... Maybe. We'll see if the art gods bless me with motivation because just thinking of those two being each other's only source of comfort and taking care of each other and I'm so sad my god thinking of her sticking band-aids over cuts and ice over bruises she'd totally screech at people giving him a hard time (children screeching.. shudders) I have so many thoughts make it stop HSHDHSHDHA

-🦄 (sorry I keep sending so many of these?? I just keep thinking of new things to say)

Okay first off never apologize for sending things in, I live for this

Secondly, those two having a long tradition of taking care of each other! Bandaids and ice as kiddos, and then as they grow they pester each other to eat, bandage each other up, make sure the other isn't too injured.

And then they get separated, and they don't trust anyone else the same way. They take care of themselves, don't need help.

And for years they don't trust other people, don't let anyone else see their hurting places.

Then Ghost becomes part of the 141 pack, and he's got support. He's got people who understand, who help. Pack to hunt with and celebrate with and sleep with.

And his thoughts drift back to his raven, because he doesn't know if she's moved on, found herself a pack yet. Going packless for too long is a bad idea and she was always smart - surely she's found a pack by now.

Except it becomes blatantly apparent that she hasn't, when he finally sees her again. Sure, she looks okay. But he can see that desperation to be with him, to drape herself over him.

She doesn't have anyone else.

The first time Gaz tries to help her, she hisses at him, wary. But he's gentle with her, talking her down until she's relaxed enough to let him help.

Simon tries not to pay attention. Because it doesn't matter. It shouldn't matter. But it does. He wants to help. He wants to make sure she's okay, but he holds himself back.

He and Price have a conversation. Because it's not healthy for one of them to be alone for too long. Because she's good at what she does, and they can both see how she would be a good fit with the team.

Price extends the invitation to her the very next day.

#🦄 anon #shifter au

[sweatandwoe]

monster harpy silco 🥺😈😍🥵

☆sher

you're right Sher, and this is gonna get a full fic for it later, but for now, we get fluff and very cute family dynamics

Harpy!Silco x f!Reader Tags: Domestic fluff, baby Jinx, Jinx is Reader's and Silco's baby, monster romance, just a cute family thing before we get into

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"Silco, she's fine."

"You're sure?"

You offer a smile, "Yes. Look, she's barely woken up."

The few days old babe only gurgles, half-asleep still with her blue eyes barely open. Human hands grip the blanket you've covered her in, while her wings were laid out behind her. Fluffy and downy, baby blue feathers covering them.

Silco did not seem convinced, talons hovering close to the babe's place in your arms. Frowning, his mismatched gaze locked onto the sharp tips of his fingers. "Violet was more feathery, less skin. This one is going to get cold."

He is fretting. Large, black wings flutter, before curling behind you. Unusually dark for a harpy, they are supposed to be more colorful. Like Vi and Jinx's hair and feather colors.

Not that you mind, as you lean into the curl with the knowledge of it. "We will keep her warm."

He frets still, circling you until his chest is to your back. Arms hovering around your own and wings folding around both you and the babe. Impossibly tall, he glances down at you. "I will help."

You can't argue, not when he is very warm and nice to learn your back against. It doesn't take long for him to lead you to bed, though the blankets you note have been strewn about. Creating a nest.

"You were nesting again?"

He helps you into the nest, grabbing blankets to ensure both of you are warm. "There's not sticks in it this time."

"Thank Janna for that."

He frowns, not even slightly amused, especially seeing you are. The slightest hint of bare, sharp teeth. "So cruel to me, darling."

Your finger runs over the soft little forehead of your daughter. "I apologize." Then you actually gaze at the nest and nod approvingly. "It's very warm and soft."

His face brightens a little, shoulders slumping. "I'm glad." Silco leans forward, touching his forehead to your own. "You're alright?"

You nod, brushing your nose against his own. "Just tired."

"Rest." And he draws you down with him, daughter coming down to. "Sevika will bring Vi soon. She's excited to see her new sister."

"I miss her." You did, but it was for the best to have the both of you adjust to the new babe first before introducing Vi to her. The logic was sound of it, but it didn't ease the ache.

"I do too." His wings curl around you, and you adjust the babe between you. Harpies did not put their children in cradles or swaddle them, the babes were left to rest in nests with their parents, crawling about and bonding further with the parents. Their nests however were usually more widespread than the large bed of your home, wich is why you also have a bassinet. But for right now, you lay with your daughter and mate, and enjoy the soft feeling that swarms in your chest.

Silco takes the little after a few moments, a small noise emerging from the babe. Blue wings flutter, the soft feathers held in Silco's talons, as he holds her carefully. "We need a name for her."

You hum, knowing that was true. It had been a few days, ensuring that the little one would probably survive. "Nothing to do with blue."

"We both thought Violet's wings would grow purple, the pink was a surprise."

"No blue."

There's a sigh, and you watch him adjust. The babe against his chest between the two of you. "Powder?"

The baby began to whimper, Silco is quick to run a talon over her back, until she calms. "Not powder." You whisper, brushing your own hand over her back.

"Perwinkle?"

"Silco."

"What? It's a perfectly fine name. We could call her Winky."

You shake your head, rubbing your hand over the tiny back, the soft wings twitching against your wrist. "How about, Jinx? A good omen for us."

"Jinx?" He looks ready to object further, but the baby interrupts him. An approving gurgle, that has him pause before shrugging his shoulders. "Jinx it is then."

You smile, and rest your eyes for a moment, knowing your mate would watch over the child and wake you if she needed to be fed. It's even easier to fall asleep as his wings tucked behind you, drawing you closer.

Your tiny family, is safe and warm. And there is nothing you could ask more besides that.

#silco #silco x reader #monster x reader #Harpy!Silco x reader #domestic fluff #sweaty asks #arcane #not edited/this will get a full piece on the weekend #but it's probably going to be about making Vi instead whoops

[bcbdrums]

But why would they have kids? Drakken's too stupid and Shego hates kids

ohhhkay then... while i admit, the first thing that comes to mind is that maybe Shego quit teaching because she discovered she didn't wanna deal with kids after all.... nah i don't think she hates kids.

since i'm on that, i'll mention my headcanon... i think she genuinely tried to teach but she was just...completely unprepared for it. life didn't prepare her. i do not think she was perfect mommy to the wegos. did she help care for them as a sister cares for baby brothers? yes i do think this. but i don't think she just...had this perfect natural mothering develop in her, no matter what you think happened to the Team Go parents... no matter when they got their powers... no matter how much the older three siblings had to raise the twins, or not...

teaching is nothing like raising your own kid. so yeah my headcanon is that Shego was just wholly unprepared for it and after giving it an honest try, not having a clue what to do with actual children, and receiving little to no valuable help... that coupled with Team Go complications and feeling the draw toward evil, she quit. easier to quit than to be vulnerable and keep failing. Shego isn't the type to be vulnerable OR to let herself fail in front of anyone.

okay anyway. so your actual ask... not sure why you characterize Drakken as stupid, but i'll deal with the primary topic. Drakken would actually be pretty good with kids? he clearly had a great mother. i think when the kid got old enough to talk back and argue he'd have trouble with the being a dad versus being a friend, thing. i can envision a brat like Martin Smarty's son Artie and a childish combative period between Drakken and son.

but remembering that he'd have raised the kid from infancy, that would actually smooth at all of that relational stuff. as i said, he clearly had a wonderful doting mother. she doesn't smother him in his adulthood. and you can bet she'd be around more to help with a baby. i think Drakken would be like any new parent and ask for advice where he can get it (his mother) and fumble over some things and then be great with others. and you can absolutely bet he'd want to raise a little evil successor to his empire. i think he'd be both terrified, icked out, and thrilled at the idea of a kid. a kid completely changes one's life, because they become your life. and between he and Shego and occasional visits (more early on) from his mother, they'd have a pretty solid start and he'd continue with world domination plans, just now with a child. and he'd absolutely adore that kid... the way he goes all-in on things, he'd just worship that baby. my opinions, at least.

Shego i think would be the harder sell. she'd be afraid of messing it all up, cuz her life as a hero didn't prepare her to be normal. she would be very ehhhhh about childbirth. but because of Drakken, she'd go through it. i feel like she'd be pretty tough on him during pregnancy but they'd do research together to try to figure out how to raise a kid. once she gets past her fear and denial, she'd do the job of mother just fine. i think she'd be in a kinda endless fear/denial cycle though for a looooong time... probably would recur through the years as the kid gets older. she'd rely on Drakken a lot. her laziness would come out in spades at any time she perceives something as difficult...

but, their strength is...they have each other. Shego's trust in Drakken would really start to show when they're parents. Drakken's all-in attitude and just pure love for that kid would infect her. not saying it'd be sunshine and roses, it would be a wild ride. i mean, would the kid get Shego's powers? Drakken's plant mutation? other Team Go powers? none at all? they'd wanna raise the kid to be evil, but they'd also be wanting to instill normal morality along with it. it's necessary to raise a mentally healthy person.

so..... yeah.... long and short of it. Drakken's not stupid, i've commented on his intellgience in many posts. he'd adore a kid. and there's no evidence anywhere that Shego hates kids. they'd be good parents together and raise kids just fine.

#queued post #shego #drakken #drakgo #kim possible #drakken x shego

[russellsppttemplates]

Mick bringing Angie, Aurora, and Sebastian to pick you up from the airport as you return home from a business trip

Note: Since my baby Sebastian piece didn't do so well (compared to the others) I was very happy that you included him here

You had to fly out for a business trip for a few days, leaving Mick, Angie, Aurora and Sebatsian back at home for the time period, "Sebastian, do you have your sign?", Aurora asked her younger brother, the boy grabbing the piece of paper under his arm like he had seen his older sister doing, only struggling a little bit since the sign seemed to be almost as big as he was, "good, mama will see us better if she sees it", Aurora stated as she looked up at Mick who was grabbing his wallet and keys, "alright guys, we're ready to go!", he said as he urged them to the car, Angie wagging her tail at the prospect of longer car journey than the usual visit to the park (or to the vets).

Arriving at the airport, Mick parked the car before he got out, leash already in hand to secure Angie while Aurora took her own seat belt off, coming around the car to take Sebastian's buckle off and helping both kids out of the car, Angie left to last once he ensured the kids were warm enough and ready to go, "is mama here yet?", Sebastian asked, looking up at the sky to see the planes, "mama's plane should be arriving any minute now, but we have to wait for her to get out of it and get her bags", Mick explained once he looked at the board to check the expected time of your landing. Standing by the front of the door, as close as the railing allowed to, Aurora petted a tired Angie who layed on the floor while Sebastian was held by Mick on his hip, the sign stood against the railing, "you're waiting for your mama?", a little girl asked Aurora, your daughter turning shy as she nodded soflty, "I'm waiting for my papa", she said as she showed her the sign she had made, prompting Aurora to look up at her father, silently asking if she could show hers. Nodding to his daughter and at the little girl's mother, he assumed, he handed her the paper that read "Welcome back home mama!" in strong colours and drawings they had made and even a paw mark from Angie that may have been semi accidental and whose stain on the pillow may be a slight issue that Mick hopes the dry cleaners will get fixed, the little girls talking to eachother before the radio announced the passengers from your flight would be reaching the last gate now after collecting their baggage, "Mama is going to come through those doors there, you see? We shouldn't have to wait long now", Mick said, Aurora then grabbing a side of the sign while Sebastian held the other side, Angie sitting next to them as they waited.

You see the last gate finally approach, quickening your pace despite the tiredness on your body and just wanting to see your family, noticing your husband's blond hair from afar before you looked down to see the sign the kids had made, smiling uncontrollably as you got to them, thankful that you only had one bag for luggage that you could easily wheel through to them, "Mama!", Sebastian was the first to shout as you bent down so you could hug both of your kids, Angie licking your face as her own form of greeting, "Anyone seeing this would think you guys missed me loads", you tested, your children tightening their hold on either of your sides, "of course we missed you mama!", Aurora said as she kissed your cheek, your son nodding his head as he too pressed a kiss to your neck before you got back up, turning to greet your husband, "Hello, my love, how are you?", you said as you kissed his cheek, "Good, how was your flight, gorgeous?", he asked as he grabbed your luggage, nudging Angie to follow you as you left the airport, "mama, I have to show you the drawing I made in school! And Sebastian made a pretty clay figure, you have to see it when we get home!", an excited Aurora said once you were in the car, finally feeling like you could kiss your husband's lips freely since you were away from all of the people at Arrivals, "I will darling!", you said as you smiled, watching your husband reverse the car before you headed home, happy tp be finally back with your family.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#mick schumacher blurb #f1 blurb #inês writes blurbs

[head---ache]

i loveeeeee emmie, she's so cute!! i was wondering if you had a run down of her character, like her background and story, when/how shadow and sonic had her/etc? i want to pinch her lil cheeks! <3

AAAAAAA I'm sosososo glad you like her! She's my baby!!!

So!! Imagine Sonic and Shadow around their mid twenties, they're having conversations about their relationship and all that, and the topic of children comes up. They decide on having a child and here's when the how appears.

You know Shadow's half alien and was created in a lab, with these exact same words my brother thought I was building up to an m-preg explanation, but no I'm not NSJXJSKDJSK I was just thinking, if soooo many years ago a group of scientists were able to create a living creature in a lab, then surely a (former) kid genius could do something like that!

In short: Emmie came out of a tube.

Usually when I draw her she's either five or fifteen, I don't think I've ever drawn her older than that njxiwkksjwisk

Personality wise, she's kind of an ambivert. She's very charismatic, and great with people, however she also really enjoys her time alone, and has a small group of close friends. She's a big tree hugger, so most of her time alone she spends it around nature. She's very high energy, and, she's Sonic and Shadow's daughter, so of course she's fast. Sonic used to take her on runs and she absolutely loved it.

When she was little she was a total cinamon roll, the most adorable little thing, but she would act cuter around strangers on purpose because she likes the attention lol

When she got older she got a bit more rebellious. Of course she has the heroic bone in her, and she would often go behind her parents' backs to fight some bad guys, but of course she doesn't have much experience in saving the world so she usually needs help. She gets very reckless, and Sonic and Shadow have to go looking for her more than once.

She's not necessarily a good leader, but she does do most of the talking for her shy friends (Sparks lol)

And uuuuuuuh yeah! That's Emmie for you! I guess the only thing left is that her full name is Emily???? But now you know so whatever ndkndidjsicms

Thank you for asking! And sorry for the long ass answer I guess I just got inspired lol

#just!!!! I love her and I love it when people show interest on her!!!! #it makes me so happy!!! #Emmie the Hedgehog #live & learn au

[cathalbravecog]

If Bella's son (Tony) is purple and she is blue... Does that mean her husband is red? Like red and blue mixed together into purple

(tony is belle's child, they are non-binary and use they/them pronouns!) /lh)

SHORT ANSWER: no! or... maybe? i, or anyone for that matter, knows nothing on who her partner is! unless i am missing things. (if so, tell me, but be nice and direct!)

LONG ANSWER UNDER THE CUT!! A WHOLE RAMBLE, because we all know how i RAMBLE! below i talk about design process stuff, where i am trying to go with the story??? ideas on what happened to belle's partner (but not who they are) and Light TTCC Lore Criticisms.

thanks for asking! i actually had a small converation about this with a friend yesterday - of figuring out who belle's partner is/was. she never ever mentions having a partner, and she's very focused on talking about just her grandchildren. i know that is just to portray her grandma trope - but her being mrs. dama **AND** having a confirmed family and grandkids (and kids by extention) does make me raise an eyebrow at that!

i am sort of making my own story here, that's been in the works for over a year but hasn't gone anywhere due to struggles with cassie's design. but, now i'm getting there, so now's a good time to ponder!

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to the design-side of things - i haven't really considered these colors while designing collin, i just went with a more purpley-than-blue design to fit his role as a sellbot better. (and because i LOVE drawing and designing things with purple.)

i then designed tony backwards (after collin!), and haven't exactly considered who the other parent is. i wouldn't break my mind over the colors too much, myself, since that feels almost genetical and these fellows are robots. with that, i just made tony purple! (but red was considered, i think! on my touch tone touch tone telephone)

also, i am re-working how cogs/suits function in my work, so i am once again stuck on the "how make baby where baby come from" question. but, i stand with my previous headcanon, that it is like in Robots, where they build their children and just often do it based on their own physical traits they have.

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either way, back on topic, i wanna talk about belle's partner since it is fresh on mind!

i actually considered making her a widow - which my friend suggested too! adds a bit more drama and reason into some of the actions the damas take in my current story, and it makes more sense and fits together better.

would also give an explanation on why someone who's so invested in her family never mentions her partner - because she's trying to move on / has moved on. (though we don't hear of all her rambles and rumor-talk, do we...?) + we know me and my bright colorful characters who do goofy things who actually have slightly fucked up stories behind all that. i promise i am not trying to make an angst fest, i just want a story with ups and downs and conflict and drama to... have a story...? can't have a Real Good story if nothing happens and all is good, lol. just wanted to say that

or just a divorce story! also stirs a family apart. gives different but similar reasonings for actions the character's take... and POSSIBLY an even better reason to not discuss this (past) partner!.... why a divorce story? WE DON't KNOW HOW COGS/SUITS DIE. DON'T MAKE ME TURN THIS INTO ANOTHER ATTICUS LORE CONVO. ILY ATTICUS BUT CHRIST WAS THAT POORLY HANDLED.

and now it's being put under the rug without being DIRECTLY SAID it is being put under the rug... (aside from like, old comics being hidden and us being told there's a rewrite happening) so now the lore is even MORE confusing than it was...! so...! how canonical is "the first death" anyway...? if anything that's one thing in the story i want to respect. quite a BIG deal. but also even back then it wasn't handled as seriously and interestingly as it could've been so...! aaaand i am sure the Writers know that and i think trying to rework it is a great choice. but man. i will for once let my opinions and criticisms be public, hidden away in this ramble - staff needs better communication on Everything but ofc lore stuff is gonna be my first Complaing lol. yall r saving explanations for later and behind an event (thomas) and args...! please what happeun to atticus...! ok i already turned this into a ramble. MOVING ON. I NEEDED TO VOICE THIS PUBLICLY SOMEWHERE LOL. BUT YEAH. IM NOT PLAYING WITH THE IDEA OF COG DEATH UNTIL THE CANON CLEARS IT UP. EVERYONE GETS PLOT ARMOR LMFAO. MODS WHO FOLLOW ME PLEASE DONT KILL ME. I LIKE THIS GAME

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HERE I TALK MORE ABOUT THE FAMILY AGAIN SCROLL HERE

BACK TO THE DAMA FAMILY! now.... why am i so adamant of having belle's partner out of the picture?

i don't wanna design them. that's that. i'll be real. lol.

i am... ! already working on cassie's partner, and eventually THEIR child. this has been a concept for over a year and i'm slowly finally getting there, i don't want another member on my shoulders just yet :sob:

and the whole story i am telling here is heavy on the family drama (before i try introducing other characters perhaps...? cassie does have her partner, but her side of the story is a bit disconnected, her being a celebrity in my lore and all. generally being more distant in the family.)

so... that is to say! belle's partner could be anyone! could be red, blue, yellow... who knows! but! red would be nice because red on phones is Nice and The Usual Phone Color Depiction. you can imagine them as whatever for now, as i do not plan on getting a design done for now.)

divorced, widowed, still married... where my story is going is still unclear. and so is the design! probably will never exist. i'll see - i do need to focus more on belle in the story, as it's very tony/collin centric at the moment.

#long post #[answered] #dama family

[its-the-cat-queen]

*flutters down on iridescent wings*

It is me! The Infodump Fairy! I have come to cast a spell upon you that will cause you to ramble for way too long about Trolls! Please, o’ talented one, tell me why this series has captivated you so!

(Ok but seriously I’ve seen your stuff for it (which fucking SLAPS btw) and this is a series I’ve never really been very interested in, so I’m very curious about what draws you to it! Only if you want to share, of course! As you can see, I am not a real fairy and my spells are fake lol)

Oh dear Infodump Fairy! Your spell is taking its effects!

Asfdhgd seriously though, believe me, I have no problem rambling about Trolls all day jvjfjhf. This is not gonna be very coherent, so sorry in advance. 😅 (Also, thank you, I'm so glad you like my work! <3)

Okay so. I've actually been here since the trailer for the first movie came out (I wasn't very active in the fandom back then, though). I was already invested from that moment on, specifically in the two main characters, Poppy and Branch, and their dynamic, who I took one look at and said, "yeah, I ship that" hfjhf. I think what mostly got to me was the characters, the designs, the fact that it's such a fun and colorful world, and of course, the music. The songs are so good! Like, all of them. Yes, they are mostly just covers of already popular songs with some word changes here and there, but my GOD, are they good covers! But anyway, love me a musical with fun characters! Personally, I think all of the characters have deeper issues about them than what you can see on the surface and what you would expect from a children's movie franchise. Like, Branch has so much trauma it really just feels like in every movie they are just trying to give him more and more problems hdkhdjd. Which of course, makes him a pretty compelling character altogether. Do other characters have as deep issues as him? Some of them. But like, they don't really have that much screentime, sadly. While Poppy and Branch are equally important characters in the first movie (and well, in all of the movies, imo), the second movie is what I would dub as "Poppy's Character Development - The Movie" jgkjfjfj. While the first movie operates with the whole "happiness is inside of all of us, we just need someone to help us find it" kinda message (which doesn't fully stick the landing but oh well), the second goes for stuff like differences, equality (of sorts), and tbh some kind of colonialism metaphor?? It also widens the world of trolls as we've known it, as we learn of other tribes of trolls, who are all connected through different kinds of music. So the whole worldbuilding here just makes things even more interesting.

Now the third movie. In the words of youtuber Mann of 1000 Thoughts, it "gives no fucks in all the right ways". Tbh the Trolls timeline has already been questionable, as is, with the Netflix tv shows that came out after the first and second movies, but this just throws another ranch in the system, and says fuck you to the timeline altogether jckbfh. Like, I managed to make it work once I dedicated a good half hour figuring out how Branch's secret long lost brothers who he was in a band with when he was a baby fit into the picture, but it's not perfect even then. There would definitely still be plotholes gkfhfgf. But at this point you just gotta turn your suspension of disbelief on and just go along with it, cuz it is SUCH a fun experience besides all that. (This goes for all the movies btw. Turn your brain off, you're gonna have a great time jfkhf.) Ngl this is the movie that really got me to jump right back into the fandom with full force, and now I'm back to thinking about all of the previous movies as well and appreciating all of the characters. Tbh when I watched the trailer for the third movie, I thought that the whole long lost brothers storyline was the worst idea they have ever come up with, and then I watched the movie and I was like, "fuck this is the best thing ever" gjfgdhd. Idk, we learn enough about Branch's brothers for them to be compelling characters of their own, while we also have a 20 year old gap in which we can pretty much imagine anything into, cuz we don't actually know all the details about how they got to where they are today after the band broke up. Idk, it's like a sandbox you can play in. And that is so much fun. Also, yeah. The music in the third movie also SLAPS! I listened to the soundtrack on loop for a week after watching it jfkhfh.

The humor is also great in all of the movies, in my opinion. I think my humor operates on Trolls standards at this point, which everyone can decide for themselves if it is good or not hkfjfj. I'm having fun so that's all that matters to me.

But yeah, it's just. Idk. It's difficult to pinpoint something very specific that lured me in. Although, I did mention quite some stuff altogether jfkjjf. It's all about the experience for me. The movies are just filled with so much energy, which I love, and they are, in my opinion, the perfect combination of that energy and emotional impact. Are they perfect movies? Absolutely not. But I'm enjoying myself immensely while watching them, and that's l that matters. Soooo yeah. That's about it for now, I've already been talking too long hkfhfjf

Hope some of this made sense, at least jkfjfj. Thank you for the ask <3 You sadly had no idea about the beast you would unleash fjdgdhd.

#ask #buttercup bs

[allyriadayne]

Why did Lyonel allowed the affair between Harwin and Rhaenyra to go on for so long? After Jace came out looking like that why didn't he just sent Harwin back to Harrenhal and found him a wife? I know it was for plot reasons but the conversation they have in episode 6 feels like something that would have happend sooner imo.

this is something i've wondered a lot myself tbh but i don't know if i've reached a conclusion i'm satisfied with. like you i also think that conversation was LONG overdue. it's something lyonel should've said way before dark haired baby #3. here it is: lyonel did not know for sure until the fight that harwin was the father. let me walk you thru it.

i'm going to be a bit lenient here and say that when jace was born nobody raised many suspicions. he must have born more or less a year after the wedding, going by his age in ep 6, so most people must have thought he was conceived during the wedding night. like in the books, the dark hair could've been attributed to laenor's baratheon heritage or rhaenyra's arryn family. a coincidence. i don't think people were pointing fingers yet nor alicent had a full-fledged gossip campaign yet. i also don't think rhaenyra let many people into her circle to gawp at the baby (i know the show forgot but i didn't forget rhaenyra's complicated relationship to motherhood!!) or strolled with him in her arms for people to see (i hc she didn't see much of jace either and was pretty hands off at first). this + the voluntary concealment of the baby that most probably was born with dark hair could have meant lyonel didn't see jace much nor much of his appearance was talked about.

luke is born around two years after jace when rhaenyra is in a much better place mentally. by this time, when luke is presented at court lyonel must have inspected and connected some dots. i don't think he /really/ thought it was harwin, only that another dark haired baby was unlikely to come from two silver haired people. so maybe rhaenyra was cheating on laenor but with whom? and what would the velaryons do about it? alicent must have thought along these lines too and establish the rumor of the paternity of the children. two is too much of a coincidence.

now, if the show had the same timeline as the book and joffrey was born two or three years later i would say it actually makes sense with lyonel's conversation with harwin. he finally learned the truth when harwin reacted so violently to criston's trash talk, harwin never reacts like that if someone is insulting /him/ but his family is another thing. BUT the show has this absurd age gap between luke and joff. i honestly don't think that after seeing harwin day in and day out behind the princess and guarding the children when they could be on their own that lyonel would not connect even more dots. esp if the greens were already throwing harwin under the bus. there must have been a moment where he thought "well, what if?".

just...for seven years he didn't say anything. it's weird. the reason i'm thinking could be that he simply didn't want to accept it (like tywin about the twincest). to lyonel, harwin is the perfect son and the one who would realize all of lyonel's ambitions maybe he didn't want to marr his son's image when all he had left after harwin was just larys. the actual reason you said it above! it's for plot reasons. the strongs had to have a conversation where it'd be clear why they are going back to harrenhal for larys to kill. but it's a bit frustrating the watsonian answer is so vague and rests on lyonel being delusional when to me he's very pragmatic and sensible. i guess he loved harwin too much to do what was right, or to draw attention to an issue that could very well kill harwin and brought the family low like ser lucamore the lusty did some decades before.

i've said before that when joff is born and harwin fights criston, lyonel understands their time is running out. i think he does all he can to save both harwin's life and the family reputation. there's nothing he can do for the children, but he at least can begin to put out the flames by leaving harwin away from court and resign in a years time or until he could find a real excuse for viserys. it's the first time he's seen harwin as less than perfect and it's understandable he wouldn't want to bring up the issue before, even to the detriment of the real. to me, it's the first time lyonel's put his family before the house's standing.

#ask #Anonymous #lyonel strong #harwin strong #house strong #i made myself sad :( #as for why he didn't find harwin a wife i think harwin must have been giving him excuses for years about his job in the gold cloaks #about wanting fame and money or something before settling down #let the boy sow his wild oats! like lyonel did when he was young!

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Rogues reaction to villain crush having robot assistants who somehow became sentient and is now their close friends

The robots are so friendly, nice, and kind to villain that villain can sometimes be seen being affectionate to them

Robots are starting to be villains family it's so sweet

*gasp* villain is neglecting their well being? Well good for them they have their robots to fucking drag them to take care of themselves

"Oh, guys! Why're you in my worksho- *gets thrown to a robot's shoulder* HEY! WAIT I NEED TO FINISH-"

"No, you. Eat your food. Drink some water. AND take a bath. NOW."

" .... Fine"

Whenever a robot gets destroyed villain definitely gets emotional, look, the robots are their family at this point, ofc it'd be sad if one of em gets destroyed

The robots are the villain's emotional support. Don't separate them, all of them gets sad :(

I can see the robots being villain's wingmen while crushing on rogue

The robots would warm up with the rogue (depends on the rogue, they wouldn't like joker) and makes them part of their family :)

- Witch anon

The Riddler: EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING. The Riddler gets down on one knee and takes your hand. "(Y/N) will you...BUILD ROBOTS WITH ME?" He is that dramatic. Very very excited. The joke will be made about the two of you and your robot children at least once. The Riddler doesn't appreciate it. The robots aren't nearly as good looking as him. Although he does one to make at least one robot with you. He has his own robots and you have yours but WE NEED TO BUILD ANOTHER ONE. He will demand that your robots obey him too and doesn't quite understand why you're so nurturing with them when you could literally have mindless underlings! Have you ever had your robot thank you for correcting it (Y/N)? Well, you should! Threatens to break them when they start dramatically posing, teasing the Riddler for being so clearly in love. I'm talking, behind your back they're swooning and drawing hearts in the air, balancing on one leg -in his sights- whilst you have no idea. The robots knew he was smitten for you and he only got this treatment because he wouldn't admit it.

Scarecrow: The sentient robots were wary or Jonathan whilst Jonathan was wary of the sentient robots. It'd made things awkward but things started to look up. They seemed to bond on their care for the s/o. Now you'd think that's all sunshine and rainbows. Nope. It's practically a war. The robots depend on Jonathan for human suggestions. That means whenever Jonathan wants you home or feels you're neglecting yourself he's mentioning it to the robots. Next thing you know, your workshop doors are being kicked down and your over a robots shoulder as they insist it's time to go for -whatever reason-. "What!? Says who!?" Jonathan. Jonathan says so and he will absolutely take advantage of the back up. That's how they coexist...teaming up on you. You might have built them but Jonathan is the perfect man to effectively communicate if the robots aren't understanding you. He's practically a robot himself as you might joke.

Two-Face: Can't help but feel the machines are taking over everyday but Harvey isn't too worried given the first sentence he ever heard the robots say...well one of them anyway. "Yes. Now we are your beautiful baby boys." One said as it put a hand to its chest, it was to him too. Now was not the time to point out that they didn't even have faces was it? He appreciates the help though, ensuring you're looking after yourself really is a full time job and now he can rely on the fact that even when he isn't there, you will be looked after. If he warms up to the robots a little more he may ask to borrow a few for his heists. They seem like better help than the goons he hires. Although that's a long shot, Batman breaks one and you might just curl up and die.

Mad Hatter: So it's the robots that actually have more of a reaction than Jervis does. The first thing the robots notice is Jervis is clearly not all there. So the robots not just take care of you but protect Jervis. This is a difficult task because they can't just drag Jervis out of a room. They have to convince him to comply but as far as they're concerned, Jervis is worth it. May accompany Jervis on his criminal escapades on the grounds that they can't trust Jervis to ensure his own safety. He thinks his s/o has some funny looking rabbits but we're all mad here so they're hardly out of place.

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #request #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #mad hatter #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #jervis tetch

[anangelcalledinquisitor]

Hello! Your super secret santa here! Was looking through some of your tags to decide what to draw for you and wanted to ask some questions if that's okay ❤️

1.) For galaxies, do you have a ref of their full bodies and what the base might look like for Y/N? And perhaps what Y/N in the story might look like? I'm very interested in it as a subnautica fan myself haha!

2.) For eventide, are there any particular outfits you have for them that you prefer them in? And what kind of jobs they might handle? I don't know much about them but I would love to hear what info you do have to offer!

(Gosh I really hope this goes through as anon)

These are excellent questions! (I'm practically BUZZING with excitement already, omg)

Galaxies: Okay, so I do have a full-body one for Sun, and I'm going to post it here because at this point I don't know when the coloring book is getting released to everyone? Or if it already did? Anyway, so here's that, I've been a bit of a mess since May so I haven't even gotten around to finishing coloring this piece (it's my own coloring page, I recognize the irony). So, Fish-Sun in flats (with Sea Monkey babies):

(I absolutely love Subnautica and Below Zero!!!!)

Now, Moon didn't get finished because a lot of really awful things happened all at once at the end of May and beginning of June, I got repeatedly sick, and so I didn't get around to finishing Moon's coloring page yet. It'll be done eventually, but for now, I'll show you what I did do.

(it actually breaks my heart a little, because I had so many plans for this one, aaaahhhhhhh) So Moon's form in general is pretty similar to Sun's design (long, almost eel-like). He was supposed to have more spines that you can kinda see in the original sketch of Moon in the ref pic, and his design was going to be very inspired by a lionfish, spines down the back and at the "hips".

The end of his tail was actually inspired by an axolotl, I just really liked drawing the little fin on my original sketch (which is long gone) and was like "Yeah, don't care that it looks odd, he's an alien". I do have plans to add more sub-sections of the story later (piratespiratespiratespirates) and I'll probably have to design baby Sun and Moon eventually, but I imagine both will be similar to axolotls, since they're supposed to be related species.

Eventide: Actually yes, I did draw up a buncha outfits! I couldn't tell what was too many refs and what would be wanted, so I cut a bunch of doodles of Eventide that I've got.

So, Eventide is a child unit built by my YN with Sun and Moon's help. She starts as a small child (5-6 years old) and "grows up" (through physical upgrades and hardware updates as her AI learns and grows) with her mum, two dads, and two human sisters. Story-wise, I have the plot for her to get up to about 15-16 (not because she dies, just because I haven't planned beyond that), and she wants to do all sorts of things. Legally, she is the property of YN and not Fazzbear Entertainment, and I'm not sure how to address the whole "can she legally have a job?" thing because I also don't know how to address the whole "Robots are people too, but how do I give them rights", so mostly it's the typical teenage/child level of "I want to be a ballerina and a doctor and a scientist and also I want to do what Mom does (officially, a handler for Sun and Moon and considered an expert in certain kinds of AI and human interactions that go into having a complicated family situation (two robot partners, two human children, one robot child)) and also she wants to do what Sun and Moon do (they will eventually be "retired", this is an agreement YN has with Fazzbear after a disastrous situation at another location, and they will be released permanently into YN's care at that point, but again, that's further down the line). At this time, her "job", as YN states (eventually, when I get there in the story), is to "be a kid and find out what all that means". (As for what she will probably do, I'm leaning towards a baker/barista, a marine biologist, or an artist of some sort.)

#the inquisitor speaks #for my secret santa #If you need more info for either AU #let me know! #I'm simply abuzz with excitement!

[whatevergreen]

A satyrical prose poem by Judy Grahn that I came across earlier (and is probably well known to some). It's funny. And grim. But very funny.

THE PSYCHOANALYSIS OF EDWARD THE DYKE

"Behind the brown door which bore the gilt letters of Dr. Merlin Knox's name, Edward the Dyke was lying on the doctor's couch which was so luxurious and long that her feet did not even hang over the edge.

"Dr. Knox," Edward began, "my problem this week is chiefly concerning restrooms."

"Aahh," the good doctor sighed. Gravely he drew a quick sketch of a restroom in his notebook.

"Naturally I can't go into men's restrooms without feeling like an interloper, but on the other hand every time I try to use the ladies room I get into trouble."

"Umm," said Dr. Knox, drawing a quick sketch of a door marked 'Ladies'.

"Four days ago I went into the powder room of a department store and three middle-aged housewives came in and thought I was a man. As soon as I explained to them that I was really only a harmless dyke, the trouble began…"

"You compulsively attacked them."

"Oh heavens no, indeed not. One of them turned on the water faucet and tried to drown me with wet paper towels, but the other two began screaming something about how well did I know Gertrude Stein and what sort of underwear did I have on, and they took my new cuff links and socks for souvenirs. They had my head in the trash can and were cutting pieces off my shirttail when luckily a policeman heard my calls for help and rushed in. He was able to divert their attention by shooting at me, thus giving me a chance to escape through the window."

Carefully Dr. Knox noted in his notebook: 'Apparent suicide attempt after accosting girls in restroom.' "My child," he murmured in feathery tones, "have no fear. You must trust us. We will cure you of this deadly affliction, and before you know it you'll be all fluffy and wonderful with dear babies and a bridge club of your very own." He drew a quick sketch of a bridge club. "Now let me see. I believe we estimated that after only four years of intensive therapy and two years of anti-intensive therapy, plus a few minor physical changes and you'll be exactly the little girl we've always wanted you to be." Rapidly Dr. Knox thumbed through an index on his desk. "Yes yes. This year the normal cup size is 56 inches. And waist 12 and 1/2. Nothing a few well-placed hormones can't accomplish in these advanced times. How tall did you tell me you were?"

"Six feet, four inches," replied Edward.

"Oh, tsk tsk." Dr. Knox did some figuring. "Yes, I'm afraid that will definitely entail extracting approximately 8 inches from each leg, including the knee-cap…standing a lot doesn't bother you, does it my dear?"

"Uh," said Edward, who couldn't decide.

"I assure you the surgeon I have in mind for you is remarkably successful." He leaned far back in his chair. "Now tell me, briefly, what the word 'homosexuality means to you, in your own words."

"Love flowers pearl, of delighted arms. Warm and water. Melting of vanilla wafer in the pants. Pink petal roses trembling overdew on the lips, soft and juicy fruit. No teeth. No nasty spit. Lips chewing oysters without grimy sand or whiskers. Pastry. Gingerbread. Warm, sweet bread. Cinnamon toast poetry. Justice equality higher wages. Independent angel song. It means I can do what I want."

"Now my dear," Dr. Knox said, "Your disease has gotten completely out of control. We scientists know of course that it's a highly pleasurable experience to take someone's penis or vagina into your mouth - it's pleasurable and enjoyable. Everyone knows that. But after you've taken a thousand pleasurable penises or vaginas into your mouth and had a thousand people take your pleasurable penis or vagina into their mouth, what have you accomplished? What have you got to show for it? Do you have a wife or children or a husband or a home or a trip to Europe? Do you have a bridge club to show for it? No! You have only a thousand pleasurable experiences to show for it. Do you see how you're missing the meaning of life? How sordid and depraved are these clandestine sexual escapades in parks and restrooms? I ask you."

"But sir but sir," said Edward, "I'm a woman. I don't have sexual escapades in parks or restrooms. I don't have a thousand lovers - I have one lover."

"Yes yes." Dr. Knox flicked the ashes from his cigar, onto the floor. "Stick to the subject, my dear."

"We were in college then," Edward said. "She came to me out of the silky midnight mist, her slips rustling like cow thieves, her hair blowing in the wind like Gabriel. Lying in my arms harps played soft in dry firelight, Oh Bach. Oh Brahms. Oh Buxtehude. How sweetly we got along how well we got the woods pregnant with canaries and parakeets, barefoot in the grass alas pigeons, but it only lasted ten years and she was gone, poof! like a puff of wheat."

"You see the folly of these brief, physical embraces. But tell me the results of our experiment we arranged for your last session."

"Oh yes. My real date. Well I bought a dress and a wig and a girdle and a squeezy bodice. I did unspeakable things to my armpits with a razor. I had my hair done and my face done and my nails done. My roast done. My bellybutton done."

"And then you felt truly feminine."

"I felt truly immobilized. I could no longer run, walk bend stoop move my arms or spread my feet apart."

"Good, good."

"Well, everything went pretty well during dinner, except my date was only 5'3" and oh yes. One of my eyelashes fell into the soup - that wasn't too bad. I hardly noticed it going down. But then my other eyelash fell on my escort's sleeve and he spent five minutes trying to kill it."

Edward sighed. "But the worst part came when we stood up to go. I rocked back on my heels as I pushed my chair back under the table and my shoes - you see they were three inchers, raising me to 6'7", and with all my weight on those teeny little heels…"

"Yes, yes."

"I drove the spikes all the way into the thick carpet and could no longer move. Oh, everyone was nice about it. My escort offered to get the check and to call in the morning to see how I had made out and the manager found a little saw and all. But, Dr. Knox, you must understand that my underwear was terribly binding and the room was hot…"

"Yes, yes."

"So I fainted. I didn't mean to, I just did. That's how I got my ankles broken."

Dr. Knox cleared his throat. "It's obvious to me, young lady, that you have failed to control your P.E."

"My God," said Edward, glancing quickly at her crotch, "I took a bath just before I came."

"This oral eroticism of yours is definitely rooted in Penis Envy, which showed when you deliberately castrated your date by publicly embarrassing him."

Edward moaned. "But strawberries. But lemon cream pie."

"Narcissism," Dr. Knox droned, "Masochism, Sadism. Admit you want to kill your mother."

"Marshmallow bluebird," Edward groaned, eyes softly rolling. "Looking at the stars. April in May."

"Admit you want to possess your father. Mother substitute. Breast suckle."

"Graham cracker subway," Edward writhed, slobbering. "Pussy willow summer."

"Admit you have a smegmatic personality," Dr. Knox intoned.

Edward rolled to the floor. "I am vile! I am vile!"

Dr. Knox flipped a switch at his elbow and immediately a picture of a beautiful woman appeared on a screen over Edward's head. The doctor pressed another switch and electric shocks jolted through her spine. Edward screamed. He pressed another switch, stopping the flow of electricity. Another switch and a photo of a gigantic erect male organ flashed into view, coated in powdered sugar. Dr. Knox handed Edward a lollipop.

She sat up. "I'm saved," she said, tonguing the lollipop.

"Your time is up," Dr. Knox said. "Your check please. Come back next week."

"Yes sir yes sir,” Edward said as she went out the brown door. In his notebook, Dr. Knox made a quick sketch of his bank.

Judy Grahn (published in Edward the Dyke and Other Poems, 1971)

#lgbtq #lesbians #transgender #psychoanalysis #psychiatry