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#its like i had a teacher who was an adopted child and she got to meet her birth parents but like
gloryavila · 1 year
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A Baby
Jake Sully X Fem!reader
A/n: No bc work will be the death of me. Off topic very but I found a video of my teacher stripping and my ex-math teacher twerking i cannot 😭
Summary: Reader is a Na'vi. Jake and reader met thru Neytiri. After the war with the sky people the reader finds a human baby in the forest. She decides to take care of it with Jake
Word count: Probably around 4k maybe
Warnings: mention of pregnancy, motherhood, adoption, baby fever, reader being a sweetheart towards the baby <3
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It was a calm day, no duties no nothing. Where else to go but the forest?
The forest was a sense of comfort, a sense of belonging. You just went there with an intention of just spending her hours chilling in the trees napping. Seems like Eywa had other plans for her.
As soon as she stepped deeper into the forest she heard cries of a baby. Her ears moves trying to locate from which direction the sound was coming from. The cries were echoing in the calm forest.
She couldn't help but wonder what made a child cry this much? Surely it was a small Na'vi since the cries sounded like so. Maybe it was in danger and needed help.
Even though she wasn't interested in kids, kids loved her and always found a way around her. She took care of many kids from the village too.
Jake often teased her how she had a 6th sense for kids, whatever that was supposed to mean.
She followed the sound carefully, making sure the area was safe.
She got closer and closer to the cries of the child.
A wave of shock hit her when she saw a basket with a human baby crying in it. The baby was the size of her palm. Her hands were far to big to caress the child.
She was confused as to what this child was doing here, all alone in the forest, not just any baby too. A human baby without an oxygen mask. It would've suffocated to death a long time ago, this baby was quite strange.
Still she took it in her big arms. Caressing the child close to her chest. She has never been more gentle with an object before. The baby was so small and fragile. Barely even as big as her hand.
She made herself comfortable sitting on the ground trying to calm down the baby.
"Shh.. little one.." she whispered as she hummed a little time while the baby slowly stopped crying and just curiously looked up at her.
She smiled at the human baby. Even though it belonged to the sky people it was still adorable. The baby tried holding her picky finger but since she was a Na'vi it barely wrapped it's hand around the woman's pinky.
Suddenly realisation hit her, what is she gonna do with this child?
Na'vi wouldn't accept it. The sky people would kill her if she returned the baby herself. Baby's can't be returned back to Earth either..
"I'll keep you" She smiled at the baby while the baby copied her face expression, smiling with no teeth. It looked so adorable and fragile.
She slowly and carefully put the baby back into its basket as now it stopped crying. She always carried a small pouch with some cloth and so called 'leggings'.
She sat closer to the basket while the baby was moving around like a worm looking up and extending its arms out.
"You're truly fascinating little one. I mean you can breathe our air as a human.. or maybe you're some breed.." She talked to the baby who just basically spat out some noises and mumbles that weren't words.
After a few minutes she made a baby carrying pouch where she could fit the baby next to her chest. That way it'll be closer to her and she will be able to have a good look at it knowing it's safe on her chest.
She wrapped the cloth around her chest and around her neck and shoulders tightly for double security.
She then again carefully took the baby out of the basket and gently placed it inside the pouch. Now she could carry it more naturally.
She then got up after assuring the baby was comfortable and that it wouldn't cry immediately after she got up. She started walking towards the village where she knew who to find and ask for help.
Jake Sully. A man who used to be human. Maybe just maybe he'll know what to do with the human baby. But for know, she'll trust her motherly instincts.
She remembers talking about human babies with Grace in her school. The reason why she tied the pouch on her chest was to keep the baby close to her and to be able to hear her heart beat? From what she could remember the baby feels secure hearing the mother's heartbeat as it feels like it's a part of the mother. She thought that was extremely cute and just wanted the baby to feel comforted while listening to her heart beat. She could feel the baby resting its head on her chest while its arms moved around and after a minute or two, it fell asleep.
She got closer and suddenly her ears perked up again, picking up a sound. A very familiar sound. It was Jake yelling her name over and over again. She made her way closer to him, she came from behind and startled him when she made her presence known to him.
"Oh Y/n! Where were you-" Before he could finish she smacked him with her bow, not too hard. She then signed to him to keep quiet.
"Quiet." She whispered to him.
"Why are we whispering?" He asked her while noticing the pouch.
She looked down at the pouch and then removed the cloth that completely covered the baby. She finally revealed the baby to Jake whose face was in utter shock. He just stood there silent looking at the baby.
"Is- Is it dead?" He asked and earned yet another smack from her.
"You skxawng! It's not dead, I think it's some human and Na'vi breed.. It's breathing I can feel it breathing" She whispered again while looking at the baby. She turned her gaze up to Jake waiting for him to say something.
"What do we do with it?" She asked him. "Well, what can we do with it..?" He seemed even more lost than her.
"Do we keep it?" She asked him while cocking her head to the side exchanging looks from the baby to Jake.
"We?" Jake questioned and she deadpanned at him.
"Yes you skxawng. Like keep it like our baby" She requested.
"Why would you want to keep it? We can just give it to Norm and Max you know the guys-" She cut him off once again.
"No, we'll keep it and raise it like our own" She said full of determination.
"But why?" Jake asked, now he was actually curious as to why she would want to keep a baby of the sky people when the sky people destroyed her home.
"Jake I want a child, so I'll keep this child and we'll raise it like our own" She made it clear one last time as one of her hands was carefully on the pouch where the baby's back was.
Suddenly he understood why she wanted to keep the baby. Actually he could only assume this is why she kept the baby. Even though it was a human baby, she adored it and carried it like her own. Held it and touched it like her own. That's when he finally understood that she cared for this child like one of her own. And now it was one of her own.
"Well, I understand now but I'm just saying you could've always asked me for a baby I wouldn't mind-" He playfully said while trying his best to keep himself from laughing while she just turned to him in disbelief.
"You don't deserve to live" She jokingly rolled her eyes.
"Cmon and that's why you mated with me?" Oh boy was he trying to flirt with his own mate.
"Oh shut it!" She said and then started laughing a bit, she couldn't help it. She was overjoyed at this point.
He raised his hands in his defense playfully while a smirk plastered his face.
"You don't want to wake up our baby, do you?" He teased her while putting his hand on the babies back while looking at it peacefully sleeping.
She kissed his lips gently that night under the stars. Cuddling with him along their new baby, like a small little family that will eventually grow.
They took the baby to Max and Norm who confirmed that the baby will thru years develop more Na'vi like features and that most likely the mother is the Na'vi while the father is a human. A bit disturbing to learn that fact to be honest.
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I hope you enjoyed!! This was just a quick fic I'm not too satisfied w it but I hope you enjoyed 😭😭🫶🫶❤️❤️
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silent-sanctum · 1 year
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The Little Prince - Jotaro x Reader
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♡ does this count as a late valentine's fic?? either way, enjoy this lil childhood friends to future lovers fic ^^ ♡
word count: 4.6k+
For a child, the concept of traveling to other places was a fascinating idea to ponder over—the excitement of experiencing new places to discover, cuisine to be tasted, activities to be played with, and the people to familiarize, more so those that were unfamiliar to a young child.
Though you did exhibit this almost naïve, imaginative mindset most children had, the topmost priority is not to seek the thrill of the entertaining and unknown, but to seek a replacement haven where you could flee momentarily in an attempt to move on and forget.
Fortunately, your uncle was an interesting individual who knew a lot of connections, inside the country and out, and knew how to use those bonds to his advantage.
And so, as an opportunity dangling in front of you to catch, he decided to take you under his wing, adopt you, and arrange a life in the neighboring country of Japan, where nothing reminded you of back then and a whole ensemble of crowds was available for you to meet and garner new memories with instead.
Hence, here you were—sitting on a colorful rubber bench watching him engage with the head teacher of a kindergarten, discussing your case as a foreigner and taking it easy when it came to language. You were still in the middle of learning Japanese, and even though you got decent at speaking it, writing was another thing you still had to work with.
“Y/N?” You perked at the mention of your name, turning to the teacher with alert eyes. “Your uncle and I still need to talk about a lot of things about your stay here. So, why don’t you play with the other kids on the playground while you wait?”
Another female teacher stood by you waiting when you turned to your uncle for permission. He gave one thumbs-up and you beamed, taking the lady’s hand to lead you to the kindergarten’s play area.
The place was as you could imagine it to be as a children’s ground for socialization and fun. The hallway was bright, its walls covered with papers of crayon-drawn stick figures and basic shapes, toys and books lining the shelves ready to be borrowed, and of course, all the other children running around, cheerful and loud as one was their age.
The lady brought you out back leading to a playground littered with kids having a great time. You watched 4 friends take turns on the swings, a pair giggling as they went up and down on the seesaw, another building sandcastles with miniature figurines, and the rest laughing as they engross themselves in a game of tag.
“You go have fun now, okay?” You turned to the adult with a nod and smile, despite being a bit nervous around new people. “Don’t worry. I’ll be here watching all of you.” She gently ushered you forward and with a deep breath, you walked.
Walking caused attention, and attention led to interest. The less busy children were the first to notice and with a polite yet friendly upfront, you were at the first step to bonding with them. All went better than you had expected. You found yourself constructing a tower of sand, followed by having a turn at the swing set, then at the seesaw. You ended up being at the forefront of your peer’s attention, often being the favorite, and though you didn’t revel in it, you appreciated it.
You liked this fun you got to experience, and it was fun for the first week of your time there, but something was missing. Perhaps you wanted something more than just hands-on playtime and more personal interaction. A get-along one would say.
Soon after, your new buddies decided to play hide-and-seek. Most of them were easy to find. The others… not so much. You found them behind trees, around the corner, by the slope, and so on.
But then you saw something peek out from behind one of the bushes. A tuft of black hair. 
The second you saw it, it ducked beneath the leaves, startled. You figured it was probably one of your friends who’s yet to be uncovered. Without thought, you crept towards the bush and hopped forward with a playful roar.
But this kid was different.
You didn’t see him among your peers back at the playground. In fact, you haven’t seen him among the kids when you first stepped foot here. Immediately, your loud playful act settled down into a calmer and more cautious demeanor at the sight of the startled boy with his hands covering his face, particularly his eyes, and his bundled-up knees.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” you started with a quiet tone.
“W-What do you want?” He said, refusing to look at you still though there was some bite to his words that was supposed to be some sort of threat. “You’re going to make fun of me again?”
“Make fun?” You tilted your head in confusion. “Making fun of someone is mean. I just wanna hang out a bit.”
He said nothing as he angled himself a bit to look at you, the fingers covering his upper face parting slightly to get a glimpse of you. “Hmm… you’re new.” He shook his head and puffed his cheeks, sharply facing away from you. “Still… I can’t tell if this is a prank or not…”
“I don’t do pranks. I think they’re bad.” You crouched and slowly inched towards the kid, pausing from time to time just in case he grew too anxious.
“But you seem to like doing what they’re doing…”
“Playing is different from pranking.” You stopped a few meters from him, shuffling your legs until they were comfortable in a crossed position. “I swear no one told me about anyone.”
The boy continued to look at you with skepticism, his arms refusing to drop away from his face. “… Swear?”
You placed a palm over your chest with a solid nod. “Swear!”
There was a brief air of silence hanging between you two with the kid in front of you still thinking about what to do with a sudden stranger like you invading his personal bubble. Though, after what felt like minutes, he was the first to speak. “Okay… I guess I’ll trust you.”
Those three words lifted the weights off your shoulders and you broke into a wide smile. Brewing with excitement, you extended a hand to him and said, “I’m Y/N! What’s your name?”
He withdrew one hand away from his eyes to shake yours with lingering hesitance. “… Jotaro.”
“Yay! Now that we know each other’s names, let’s ask questions and get to know each other more!” You clapped your hands only to fall short at the sight of the boy’s withdrawn position. A spark in you died down at the idea that you perhaps scared him. “Oh, I mean… no rush.”
You pressed your lips together, puffing your flushed cheeks as you got up onto your knees preparing to stand. “If you want… we can talk some other time and I’ll go back--“
“No wait!” The words in your throat stopped short at the sudden interruption. From where Jotaro was on his spot with his head averted away from you, his fingers fidgeted with each other. “I… I like to talk to you… don’t go….”
With your joy coming back full-blast, you returned to your place and initiated what was the start of a blooming friendship. The first step was – of course – the interchanging question and answer about something that wouldn’t end up flat and short. You don’t know what but it was better than nothing.
That activity occupied the whole duration of your 1st day in kindergarten and you couldn’t wait to resume that the following day.
On that day, you politely excused yourself to the other children and practically skipped to the bush where your raven-haired friend sat waiting. You still startled him with your sudden appearance, but this time, he welcomed you in as you sat on the spot before him.
And that routine continued for a few more weeks during your first days in kindergarten. What started as a child’s introduction to her new unusual playmate turned into a casual friendship filled with moments of endless sharing of each other’s favorite cartoons and snacks, and the occasional mini-games you offered to play with him.
You grew more attached to Jotaro and he to you indicated by his focused attentiveness to your babbling and willingness to play with you with embarrassed pink cheeks and shy smiles. 
Though if there was one thing you’d like to work on, it was letting Jotaro lower his hands off from his face or make him face you without turning his head away, but at the same time, it was wrong for you to force someone to do something they’re uncomfortable with.
However, one day, both of you were laughing at a memory you had of that one scene in your favorite show, and in the middle of your tearful giggling, you caught sight of Jotaro laughing with his hands lowered.
And when he stopped to catch his breath, his eyes opened for a second to reveal beaming bright blue irises staring at you. As a response, you gaped and let out a whispered “woah”.
They’re… Jotaro gasped at the realization, immediately jerking his head away with both of his hands shielding his eyes yet again. “You didn’t see that! Please forget what you saw.”
“They’re pretty.” The two words that left your mouth were the first thoughts that ran through your mind and letting them out for the boy to hear, made him look back at you with a sideways glance. “Your eyes are really pretty!”
The sudden compliment caught Jotaro off-guard when he continued to stare at you with furrowed brows and juxtaposing pink cheeks. “You… think they’re… nice?”
You nodded without a second to spare.  
Jotaro, with that hint of skepticism, lowered his hands slowly to expose his colored eyes to you. “You don’t think they’re… weird or alien-like?”
“Why would I think that? If anything, they remind me of a beautiful gem! Or…” You hummed. “Or… what was it…” Jotaro tilted his head at the same time you snapped your fingers. “Ocean! Tiny pools of ocean held in a boy such as yourself!”
It was such an odd thought of why he thought you would be weirded out with an eye color that wasn’t brown… on why he stared at you with disbelief because you said otherwise. Then again, you kept silent about this but when you first met him, tiny purplish-blue bruises littered his arms and legs, and a band-aid stuck to his cheek.
You pressed your lips together with muted anger. Stupid bullies.
“You’re the first person to say nice things about my eyes…,” Jotaro mumbled with his focus placed on the grass.
“Really?” You reached into the pocket of your skirt.
“Mm.” He nodded. “Uhm… thank you for not making fun of me.” You beamed and reached to hold his hand with both of yours, catching him off guard.
“You don’t have to thank me,” You huffed and nudged your head to his closed fist. “You can do that by simply accepting my peace offering and being my friend!”
Jotaro tilted his head in confusion before bringing his hand close and opening it to reveal a small seashell with hues of pastel purple and orange that often reminded you of sunsets by the beach. His eyes widened in awe. “You’re giving this to me?”
“Mhm!” For the first time, you fiddled with your fingers, nervous. “Do you like it?”
“I like seashells so,” he smiled at you and nodded. “I love it.”
Just like that, the two of you grew to be best friends and for a moment, he made you the happiest kid in the whole world without the need to do anything big or fancy. Your friendship grew exponentially then, being granted more access to him beyond his quiet and shy guard.
Jotaro was an explorative kid. Even if it doesn’t seem like it considering he favored staying put behind some leaves in a small kindergarten, you picked up on how he had his moments where you brought up something he liked and he’d end up talking about it for minutes with this passionate gleam in his eyes.
He liked the idea and mechanics of planes and boats, Western movies that depict cool men as bold gunslingers or clever detectives that would always find a way to catch the hidden bad guy, comics where he’d indulge in the dynamic fighting panels, and the fishes and animals he’d see in aquariums and the open sea.
Not a single of those instances of him sharing those bits of himself was left unattended to your observant ears. You admired his enthusiasm in talking about the things he loves, how he would sport a smile with every topic of his, and you genuinely wanted to know more about his interests and just him in general.
And in some silly side of you, you hoped he was just as curious about you as you were about him.
However, unintentionally, you preoccupied the majority of your time with Jotaro that the other children who wanted to play with you during the 1st week of kindergarten started noticing your favoritism to the boy--
“Hey, why aren’t you playing with us anymore? You always liked playing with us.”
“Oh, I just like hanging out with my friend is all.”
“Ugh, are you talking about that kid with the alien eyes? Why are you talking to him anyways? He’s weird and quiet and mean.”
It took all the restraint you had in your little body to hold yourself back from yelling at them out of sheer anger and frustration on why they would think he was “different” from them. For a second, you considered tolerating a long lecture from the head teacher and your uncle for hitting a fellow child.
But could you blame yourself? Jotaro was bullied for simply existing behind the watchful eyes of the teachers, while these children got away with nothing.
Upon knowing your sudden defensive behavior around “the odd child”, gossip spread around the children and it led to petty jealousy and further aggression directed at their problem.
You’d later found out that in the following week, Jotaro had to stop going to kindergarten in the meantime because of increased sustained bruising dealt by envious, xenophobic-minded bullies.
This resulted in you completely shutting yourself off from the rest of the kids for good.
Out of simply missing your best friend, you pleaded with your uncle to do something that would give you some sort of way to contact Jotaro outside of playgrounds. With enough persuasion, he managed to get ahold of your friend’s home number from the teachers and got into contact with his mother.
What happened next led you to visit his house at 1 PM with a backpack filled with stuff that can help cheer him up—toys, snacks, and some of your favorite books that he might like.
With one ring of the doorbell, the sliding door opened to a blonde woman with the disposition of sunshine on a cloudless day greeting both of you with open arms. “Oh hello sweetheart! You must be Jotaro’s friend~”
You bowed and nodded. “I’m sorry your kid had to go through all that nonsense,” your uncle sighed. “We figured that maybe he wants the company of his playmate without others bothering.”
“I’m glad you asked for our number L/N-san.” She offered a hand for him to shake. “I’m Holly by the way.”
“Nice to meet you.” Your uncle patted your shoulder. “I’ll be coming back by 5 or 6. You kids have fun in there alright?” With one more nod from you, he smiled and waved goodbye as he got up and walked off to the gate.
You turned to Holly waiting for further instructions and she smiled in return. “Come in dear,” she gently ushered you inside and led you down the hallways until you reached another door. “He’s just reading in his room. I’ll bring you two some snacks in a bit, okay?”
You beamed and nodded, prompting the adult to giggle at your eagerness. She rapped her knuckles on the screen and said, “Jotaro, your friend came to visit sweetie.” She gestured for you to open the door and you did, allowing your entry to his room.
He gasped in surprise, immediately closing the book he had and hiding it under his futon in a hurry. However, that wasn’t what caught your attention first. The fresh purple bruises that painted sections of his arms and legs, band-aids on his elbow and knee, and the swollen left eye were.
“Ah! Your arms! Your legs!” You hurried over and got on your knees, inspecting the injuries with worry. “This bad?!”
Jotaro grumbled under his breath, shying away from your intent gaze. “I stopped going to that place for a reason Y/N. Of course, that bad.” He tensed a bit when you refused to look away, consciously covering the purple splotches with a hand out of embarrassment.
You dropped your bag to the side and as fast as you could, opened it and rummaged around to pull out a soda can that was still cool to the touch. “This is still cold. I think it still works if you do this.”
“What do you—” He yelped as you quickly pressed the cooled beverage against his bruised eye with a bit more pressure. “Ow! Ow too hard! Too hard!” His hands flailed a bit before one grabbed hold of the can as you let go.
You sucked in a breath and bowed your head more times than usual. “Ah, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
The boy stared at you with a pout and sighed. “It’s fine.” He adjusted the drink over his eye and offered a small smile in appreciation. “Thanks for the free drink.”
“I have more if you want! I also brought some biscuits if you like some too!” You said, placing your hand inside the bag, to which he waved off in polite refusal.
“I’m not hungry right now.”
Since you were told he was reading, you wanted to offer your books to him so you could read together, but you remembered he still had that book he hid under his bed. “What were you reading?”
“I-It’s nothing,” Jotaro mumbled with pink cheeks.
“It’s not nothing because I saw you reading something,” you said as you pulled out a couple of cartoon-drawn books from your bag. “We can share if you wanna.”
It wasn’t that you were forcing him to do anything. In all honesty, you were fine if he continued to reject your offer. After all, there was still the option of talking, playing with the toys he and you had, or even listening to music he had in his collection, but at the same time, you also liked to read with a friend.
“There you are again.” Your eyes widened paired with a “hm?” in acknowledgment of Jotaro’s sudden remarks. “You’re making those puppy eyes again.”
“Am I?” You tilted your head. “I’m not doing anything though.”
“Still!” He cleared his throat. “Stop staring at me like that… it’s weird.” He turned his attention to the futon and fidgeted with the sheets. A few more seconds in and he said, “If I show you, you’ll stop looking at me like that, right?”
Taking the opportunity, you quickly nodded with an “mhm!”
“Promise me you won’t make fun of me for this.”
“Promise! You know I won’t!”
Jotaro sent you a pointed stare as a warning before he reached beneath the flat mattress and slid the book out. With a reddened averted face and a shy pout, he raised it for you to see. “Here.”
“I love that book!” Jotaro snapped his head to look at you with newfound sparkles in his eyes. “You should’ve told me you read The Little Prince before and we could’ve shared so much more! Look!” You scanned through your small stack of books and slid out your copy of the same story. “I have one too!”
The Little Prince was one of those children’s stories that caught your interest at first read due to how unique and fantastical the plot was. Sure, you’ve enjoyed the more common fairy tales and fables, but this specific book held something special in your heart, and you thanked your aunt for gifting you such a wonderful present.
“That’s… That’s great! I can finally tell someone how much I like this story.” He smiled. “I’m too shy to tell mom about this since she’s the one who gave me this, but I can’t stop reading for some reason.”
“I don’t blame you because everything in this is amazing!” You scooted over to sit beside him and opened his copy of the story. “What’s your favorite part here?”
“I like the part where the Prince kept on traveling around the different asteroids and he met all these weird adults who had boring jobs and nothing else,” Jotaro said, flipping over the pages with the drawings of the aforementioned people.
“Yeah! Every old guy there is such a downer, but I like the Pilot,” you said back. “He grew out of his boring adult phase thanks to the Prince!”
“How about you? What’s your favorite scene?”
You looked at his expectant eyes and you couldn’t help but let out a shy smile as you flipped the pages until it was the one you were looking for. “I liked when the Prince met all these roses in a garden and then he suddenly realizes he misses his Rose from his asteroid.”
“Isn’t that a bit sad though? To miss someone?”
“Missing someone isn’t sad. It’s hopeful!” You beamed. “You realize that you miss someone because that person was someone you loved and cared for so long that they became unique to you among others.”
“And because of that, you’re sure that you never want to forget about them. That you want to return to them to experience all those happy times again like watching sunsets.”
Saying such words sparked something sentimental through you, even more so when you kept a firm gaze at Jotaro as if those words meant something else beyond paper. “You have a point.”
“You know what? I realized something!” You held his shoulder with a big smile on your face. “We’re kinda like the characters!”
His face fumed a faint pink and stuttered. “W-What do you mean?”
“You’re the Rose to my Little Prince!” You smiled wide as you pointed at the drawing of the Prince and his glass-covered Rose sitting atop their asteroid. “You’re prickly sometimes with your words and it can hurt a lot, but deep down, you genuinely like being with the other and want to be with them for as long as possible.” 
“As for me, I may meet all these people in life, and yes while they are strange and fun to know at the beginning, I could never forget the one friend I have grown attached to over the time since we’ve met.”
You ended up speaking your heart out more than you had intended and you did so with much passion and meaning that you forgot for a second that you were simply sitting in a bedroom with a new friend you made for just a few months.
You dared to look at the said friend with widened eyes and were met with the boy looking at you with equally wide eyes and pink cheeks.
Your face heated up significantly and squeaked in realization, covering your face out of sheer embarrassment. “Ahh! Oh my god! Oh my god! I kept on talking! I’m sorry if what I said sounded weird!”
“I-It works… the other way too you know…” Your flustered panic came to a pause at Jotaro’s quiet statement. He stared into the ground without the heat leaving his head, eyes hooded and shy. “You’re the Rose to my Little Prince too.”
And it was your turn to blush as he continued. “You can be… a bit much for me to handle but at the same time, you make everything around me so much better by just being yourself. I may not realize it at first but once I do… it hits.”
“And as the Little Prince…” Jotaro held the back of his neck as he struggled to put out his next words. “I may try and forget about you as we do our own things out there, but no matter how hard I’ll try, my head would always go back to you because you’ve… tamed me and…”
He mumbled out his next words, loud enough for you to hear. “I’d miss you too.”
Speechless. You were speechless from the words that left his mouth and every syllable uttered sent little fluttery pangs into your heart, making it beat faster than before. You could tell he felt the same way based on how he had his head ducked in a flustered bow and his little fists balled tight on his lap.
You wouldn’t spare him any more seconds of him drowning in his embarrassment as you threw your arms around him to give him a tight hug. Jotaro let out a sound of surprise, gradually easing himself into your hold and returning your hug with his own.
“Who knew you’d be such a poet?” You giggled against his shoulder, to which he scoffed lightheartedly.
“Speak for yourself.”
You pulled back and gave some space for you and Jotaro to look at each other for a full minute before the both of you broke into a fit of giggles. You were glad you had met this boy that day.
“My my~ Looks like we’ve had some fun in here~”
“Mom!” Jotaro broke from your closeness and you could only laugh at the predicament of Holly opening the door with a tray filled with sandwiches and glasses of apple juice.
“Aw, it’s so nice to see you so happy with someone of your age sweetie.” She cooed, setting down the tray and patting her son’s cheeks with affection shortly after. “It makes me very happy too.” He stared at her with a tiny smile.
“And Y/N?” You turned to her with attentiveness. “Thank you for this dear.” You smiled and nodded in response.
“I like being here with him.” You looked at Jotaro, who still had his head bowed albeit with a growing smile on his face. “No need to thank me, ma’am.”
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“Sorry, I’m late. The paperwork came in heavier than expected.” Your uncle said with a nervous chuckle and a scratch on his nape.
“It’s not a problem at all.” Holly gestured him inside with the same welcoming aura around her. “Come in. You might want to see this.”
She led him down the same hallways you’ve passed through until she came to a stop before her son’s bedroom. With an index finger to shush him, Holly slowly slid the door open. Your uncle melted at the sight before him and sighed with a soft smile. “Would you look at that? They sure had their fun without us.”
And in the room, aside from the mess of snack wrappers and crayon-drawn papers, were two children sleeping together on top of the futon, their hands interlinked with each other.
Beside them, two copies of The Little Prince lay open for the adults to see. Both books displayed drawings of the Prince and the Rose together.
Two friends.
One unique bond to cherish.
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palidoozy-art · 9 months
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Height chart/further designs of the crew (PCs + some NPCs) of our pathfinder campaign in the Eclipse! I wanted to get an actual answer from the other players as to the heights of everyone because I defaulted to drawing Juno short like a disney anthro when actually they're huge.
Kjosev and Tereza look short. They aren't. Kjosev is 5'11"/1.8m, and Tereza is 5'8"/1.73m. Everyone else is just fuckin' huge.
Anyway ramblings about these people below the cut because they've been developed a bit more.
(Note: I'll refer to "the eclipse" a lot here. The Eclipse is a catastrophe in our homebrew world that lasted for roughly a year, where the sun and moon just vanished from the sky entirely. It was effectively an apocalypse, as crops and animals all died off, the world froze over, and societies broke down. This group is trying to live through that).
Characters from left to right, bottom to top:
Calim (Male Elunin Sorcerer, 6'2"/1.88m) - An elunin born blind, Calim was never treated like an adult among his clan due to his disability. He wasn't treated cruelly, but nobody expected anything of him. He left to try to find somewhere he could be treated as an equal, wandering the world before he got caught up in the eclipse.
Tereza (Female Human Commoner/Historian, 5'8"/1.73m) - A 36 year old bog-standard human from the northern kingdom. She worked in a great library as its director, in a happy, well-off life with her husband Florian and her daughter Florette. She was picking up special glasses for her daughter when the eclipse hit, in an entirely separate country from her own. Kjosev took a liking to her and the group has effectively adopted her, trying to take her back to her city to reunite her with her husband.
Florette (Female Human Child/Magical Princess, 3'5"/1.04m) - Tereza's rambunctious 5 year old, who loves trains and boats and thinks magic is boring. She was with her mom in the south when the eclipse hit. She was going to start school next year. She likes Kjosev, carrying around a talisman he gave her that she calls 'Kjosev Jr.'
Kjosev (Male Dusk Elf Druid, 5'11"/1.8m) - Former oracle of his kingdom, political prisoner/torture victim and then forest guardian, Kjosev's... been through some stuff. Outside of that one nasty multi-year incident in which he was imprisoned/tortured in the north (the same city Tereza is from, ironically), he's never left his woods, his life spent mostly isolated. He left to try to warn people about a premonition he had involving 'a great darkness.' He failed. His goal now is to protect Tereza and her daughter, and get them safely to their home -- even if the city left him traumatized.
Vartok (Male Gnoll Monk, 7'/2.13m) - An exiled gnoll, Vartok befriended a gnome at some point in his life. When he lost his arm, the gnome crafted him a new one, giving him a prosthetic. Vartok tries to help his former clan, even if they've rejected him outright, but still seeks a new one... which is how the party came onto him. He's effectively adopted them as his new clan. Florette is terrified of him.
Genrik (Male Dusk Elf Witch, 6'3"/1.91m) - A former teacher at the academy before the dusk elves were effectively destroyed, Genrik is what can best be described as... well, a dusk elf supremacist. He loathes humans and believes one day his people's kingdom will rise again. It won't. It doesn't stop him from repeating it, though. As he's an older dusk elf he suffers a madness that his people are often plagued by, his taking the form of losing all of his memories. He creates potions to store what he can before he forgets everything close to him, including the birth of his own daughter.
(Genrik's player has written down all of his stored memories, and if he ever falls or suffers from a bad critical, he wants there to be a roll to see what memory gets lost permanently as the potion shatters).
Juno (Genderless Elunin Warrior/Knight, 6'4"/1.93m) - Elunin are granted the option to choose their gender in a sort of coming-of-age ceremony, and Juno simply... never chose theirs. Not much else is known about them. They've lived for quite some time in civilized society -- an oddity for creatures that live primarily in the feywild -- working as a member of the Night Watch. They're effectively a rabbit batman cop. They got tied up in the party when the group may or may not have been responsible for setting a slaver's compound on fire.
Imrae (Female Drow Thaumaturge, 5'4"/1.63m) - She hasn't been introduced yet, so there's not AS much information to her, but my DM requested her be drawn anyway. All we know is that she's a drow lady who likes mysteries and is based off of Piper from FO4. I also insisted she get a big hat. Because big hat.
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Remember This Moment
a very sweet, kinda bittersweet chrismukkah ficlet featuring mike wheeler, will wheeler, and their two year old daughter, joan
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Shreds of russett potato fell into a bowl from the grater that rested across it. The potato in question was being vigorously pushed and pulled back and forth across the surface of the grater in a strong grip, belonging to one William Wheeler. But the hand was quickly losing momentum as the potato got smaller and smaller, losing its initial mass. Seconds later, he lost his grip on the potato, and it fell to the floor with a thud. He groaned in frustration as he picked up the scrap and threw it out while behind him, a pair of little hands clapped with joy. Well, at least one person in the house was having a good time.
His daughter, Joan, sat in her high chair with her giant crayola markers and a few sheets of printer paper, but was obviously more entertained by her father’s failure. He turned around after grabbing a paper towel, wiping the starchy potato juice off his forearms and sauntering over to where Joan sat. She giggled and reached up to him with grabby hands, and he picked her up, settling her on his right hip. He carried her over to the counter, showing her his sad attempt at latkes he was working on.
When he and Mike first started looking into adoption, the question was constantly brought up as to which religion their future child would be raised in, if any at all. Both of them agreed, with Will being Jewish and Mike growing up Catholic, that they wouldn’t limit or compromise the traditions of the other. Ever since they got together (and even before that, honestly), they spent their Decembers celebrating both Hanukkah and Christmas. And this was Will’s first time trying to make his mom’s famous latke recipe.
“See, Jetti Spaghetti,” he began, calling her by the ridiculous nickname that he’d made up– and that his husband objected to every time it was uttered in his presence– inspired by the one and only Joan Jett. “These are potatoes. Can you say, ‘potato’?”
“Po-yay-yo,” Joan repeated in toddler speak, and Will laughed heartily as he picked one up and let her hold it with a glimmer of fascination in her brown eyes.
“Not quite, but you’re getting there. Kind of.”
“She’s barely two, give her a break,” his husband laughed from where he stood in the doorway. Will had no idea how long Mike had been standing there, but the dopey grin on his face led Will to believe that he’d seen the whole thing. Will set Joan back in her high chair as Mike crossed the kitchen to where he stood. He was still wearing his coat; he’d just come back from work. He leaned down, pressing a firm yet loving kiss to Will’s lips, brushing their noses together. “Hey, handsome.”
“Hey, yourself,” Will replied with a light smile. “You’re home early.”
“Well, the blizzard was getting bad, and I wasn’t about to get stuck in three feet of snow,” Mike sighed, shucking his coat off and tossing it onto one of the chairs next to him. He spun around then, sneaking up on Joan, who was fixated on her latest Marker Masterpiece™.
“Hey, Bug!” he exclaimed, and scooped the little girl up in his arms, kissing her face as she screeched, “Papa!” high pitched and happily. Mike missed his baby girl like crazy. Getting such a significant raise at his publishing job had been both a blessing and a curse; they were financially stable, but he felt like he was missing out. When he first became a parent, he’d been the one spending time at home, playing with her, preparing her meals and singing her custom-written lullabies. It all felt like so long ago. But Will’s job as an art teacher provided a more flexible, less time-consuming schedule that allowed him to spend more time with Joan.
“I’m so jealous you got a snow day, I missed this little munchkin,” he cooed, but his eyebrows suddenly furrowed in pain as Joan pulled roughly on his long hair, cackling as she did so. “God, this kid is really out to get me,” Mike feigned complaint and let Joan down, and the two watched their daughter toddle through the kitchen and out into her play corner in the living room.
Will turned back to the task at hand, grabbing a new potato and the peeler off of the counter. He felt Mike’s arms wrap around his middle and his chin resting on Will’s head. How was Will supposed to get anything done with a giraffe-koala hybrid clinging onto his back?
“Damn, baby, these look good already,” Mike hummed, and Will scoffed.
“They’re literally just shredded potatoes.”
“I stand by my statement,” Mike said, and his arms got tighter around Will’s torso, as if to hold him there until he believed what Mike was saying. 
“They could turn out disgusting,” Will frowned, giving up for a moment and turning in Mike’s grip to face him, leaning against the counter.
Mike ran a hand up Will’s arm, over his shoulder, and up his neck before brushing some hair out of his face. “Will, you’re amazing at everything you do, don’t doubt yourself.” Will looked up at him then with teary eyes. 
“I just wanted Hanukkah to feel somewhat normal this time, you know?”
Joyce’s absence weighed heavily on everyone’s minds last year; she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and was gone within the year. She was only 57 years old. She never got to meet Joan, and that kept Will and Mike up at night. They missed her more than anything.
“I know,” Mike held back his own tears as he comforted Will, pulling him into his chest. “And you’re gonna make her proud. She was always proud of you, no matter what.”
“Thank you,” Will muttered into Mike’s (Will’s) worn flannel. They stood there for a moment, holding one another close. Eventually, Mike pulled back and held Will’s face between his large hands, making Will feel warm, safe, and so at home.
“You got a sec? I have something I want to give you.”
Will quirked an eyebrow, but nodded anyway. “Sure.”
Mike took off then, coming back to the kitchen a minute later with a small package in his hand. He had wrapped it in newspaper, so tightly that Will could observe its disc-like shape. He held it out to Will, who took it in his hands, looking confused.
“Mike… what is this?” he asked, and Mike shook his head.
“Just open it.”
And Will did. He ripped the newspaper to reveal an ornament. Like, an ornament that belonged on a Christmas tree. Except it was a small, circular frame made of clay, with a little menorah painted on one side, and a Christmas tree on the other. The lower part of the frame had the words Daddy, Papa, and Joan’s First Chrismukkah on the surface. And in the center of the frame was a photo of Mike and Will one year ago, huddled together on their couch with little Joan seated in between them. It was their first photo together as a family.
“Oh my…” Will put a hand to his mouth to muffle a sob, “Oh my god.”
“I know, it’s cheesy as fuck, but I just thought this would be a good time to remind you of what the holidays are all about– family,” Mike said, and Will just stood there, staring at the ornament in his hands, thinking about how lucky he was to have married such a sweet and thoughtful human being. “And that begins with traditions… like your mom’s latkes. She gave you that recipe because she knew you’d want something to remind you of her. And, like, maybe we could pass the recipe to Joan one day. I’m sorry, I’m kind of rambling, but I just want you to know that–”
Will cut off his husband’s next few words with a tearful, passionate kiss. “Michael. I love it. I love you. You’re amazing. Thank you.”
“I love you, too,” Mike kissed Will’s forehead.
“Daddy, why cwy?” they heard their daughter’s quiet voice ask from below, and Mike knelt down to her level.
“Daddy’s a little sad, Bug. He misses Grandma,” Mike explained, and Joan turned her head up to Will, lifting her small arms to hug his leg. 
“I sowwy, Daddy. Gwannma-zin heaven.” Grandma’s in heaven. Will was going to melt. She was such a little empath. They’d taught her well.
“Thank you, sweetie,” Will smiled at Joan, then back up at Mike. “I was thinking you could ‘help’ me make these potato latkes. You can help me mix. How’s that sound, Jetti-Spaghetti?”
Mike playfully rolled his eyes at the nickname that had, surprisingly, been growing on him a little bit. Joan squealed with glee as her Papa lifted Joan onto the counter and handed her a wooden spoon to play with while her Daddy handled the rest of the potatoes.
And Will… let’s just say that Will Wheeler made some damn good latkes.
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I don't have a perfect grasp on Jubei as a character yet (haven't even started a proper character study of him) but I was thinking about him the other day, and his role as a father. People like to talk/debate/joke about him being a good or bad parent, and I get that's its own conversation, but it got me thinking.
I ended up, uh, rambling here, so TLDR;
I think Jubei's decision to start taking in kids like Ragna, Luna and Sena was inspired by a lot of complicated feelings, including
Every time he leaves, thinking the kids will be safe, things go to shit- he's guilty for that and doesn't want to make the same mistake again. (Kokonoe clearly hated her childhood, he left the kids with Celica and then the Church Incident happened)
Ragna looks so much like 'Bloodedge,' there may have been a sense of closeness/familiarity there, and a desire to not leave his friend behind a second time- especially to face certain death again (Bloodedge v. Black Beast, kid Ragna v. Terumi)
Ragna's desire to hunt down and kill Terumi could also bring back memories of Tomonori, who Jubei let chase Terumi despite knowing he couldn't win- and surprise, surprise, Tomonori died. Could Jubei let another person make the same mistake??? Let a fucking kid do it?
Jubei never really agrees to be a father or a parent to these kids, and doesn't see himself as one. He agrees to be their teacher until they're strong enough to take care of themselves, because they have no one else.
Wow even my TLDRs are too fuckin' long
As for the theory/rant in its entirety, which may just repeat the same points in more words;
I'd argue that Jubei hasn't wanted to be a father since Kokonoe. I haven't been able to read the parts of Phase Shift where he and Nine are together, so I don't know how he felt about having a child on the way. But as I understand it, he didn't leave her until he was being framed as a terrorist, being hunted down, at risk of being executed/assassinated.
He left Kokonoe behind in hopes she would be safer without him. Ultimately that may not have been the best choice, but it was a reasonable choice for a man who would have to spend the rest of his life on the run. And since then, I don't think he's ever seen himself as a father.
He got involved in Ragna's life first when he rescued the sibling trio from the lab where they were being held. We don't know a hell of a lot about that story either, but it seems like he had zero intention of raising any of them. He brings them to Celica, where he thinks they'll be safe and he can fully trust that they'll be loved. He views Celica as capable of being a parent, but he knows he himself isn't. He's a wanderer, a warrior, he can't provide the kids the life they deserve. So, again, he leaves them behind, where he thinks they can have a better life.
But he's wrong. He's so, so wrong. After the attack on the church, Jubei's only remaining family is dead, and everything Ragna had is also gone, assumed dead. Jubei walked away once and hurt his daughter, he walked away twice and lives were lost.
I think his choice to take Ragna in, after that, was a complicated one. I don't think Jubei ever saw it as adoption. I'd argue that Jubei and Ragna are undoubtedly a family, but I don't think Jubei would call it that openly, and I definitely don't think he was looking at it like that at the start.
I think, for Jubei, it was the only choice left after his neglect had caused so much pain.
And I think, knowing Terumi was at the heart of it again, seeing Ragna's hatred and desire for revenge, I think maybe Jubei thought of Tomonori. The brother he lost because he let him chase Terumi alone. Maybe that circled back, as another person his inaction/abandonment had left to die. How could he walk away again? Let another person charge unprepared into a fight against Terumi? Let a kid do it?
And I find it pretty hard to believe that, looking at young Ragna, Jubei didn't see his old friend. Bloodedge. Someone who changed his life, someone he held onto the memory of years after the short time they knew each other. Someone who also 'died' (as far as Jubei knows) because Jubei left him behind- even if he was asked to, even if they agreed upon it, even if it was for the best.
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And even then, Jubei never considers himself a father. He doesn't let or encourage Ragna to call him 'dad', even though it's clear he loves him like a son. He doesn't see himself as a father. He agreed to be a (combat) teacher. That's what Ragna wanted and (in Jubei's eyes) needed at the time. It's what Luna and Sena would later need of him. Jubei has been a warrior all his life- he can be a teacher. But I don't think he thinks he could be a father, and I don't think he would ever agree to be one if asked. Not since he lost Kokonoe.
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Things I did today at work:
Introduced the happy/frowny points system* in the nursery class, which works great to make the sort of behavior I'd like them to adopt easier to understand
Taught L. a sign she can use to signal when she wants to go pee and had TA S take her even though she wears diapers (I'm all about encouraging and facilitating her getting out of diapers if it's at all possible)
Took the first couple of pictures for the communication cards I want to tape on the wall to help her and A. communicate more easily, might also come in handy for other kids and just generally make line easier with a class that has at least 4 (potentially more) special needs students out of 15
Had a little trivia tournament with the y7 and the Y8 to review for their upcoming exam tomorrow, they were excited and had fun
Met several parents who mentioned they were happy about their child's progress and time which is always nice
Got to talk to Si's parents about him potentially having ADHD, found them open to the idea and receptive, to be continued
Got the first class dictionary up and running, it has its flaws and I have to redo a couple of pages, but it's there and will hopefully help the students ^^
Got to have one of my nursery student demonstrate that he remembered the vocabulary we learned this term in front of his parents and reassure them that he's doing fine in class
I do wish I could have had better answers for the parents of C who is doing TERRIBLY this term (like. Worse than usual.) but I guess I'll have to talk to him about it as we go along.
*It's a system where they get a frown point of they do something I don't like and a smile if they do something I like**, and if they have more frowns than smiles by the end of the class they have to wait three minutes before they go down to the playground. I frame it specifically as things I like/dislike because some teachers have different rules and while we largely align I feel like it avoids the confusion of presenting differing sets of rules as correct/incorrect
**It's not necessarily my ideal in terms of how to deal with the class but since we're only together 2x30mn per week I need them to be able to stay at least somewhat calm and near their tables so we can get to the actual fun bits that help them learn. Also, as mentioned above: I have 4-6 special needs*** kids in one classroom, slated to likely expand by one in the new term. I NEED the discipline from everyone else
***Also most kids WANT to please the teacher so it helps me figure out which ones are able to follow my instructions and which ones are not which is ALSO helpful to figure out who does and doesn't have special needs
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from a secret someone, to @punkhandheldcheesegrater
Remember This Moment
a very sweet, kinda bittersweet chrismukkah ficlet featuring mike wheeler, will wheeler, and their two year old daughter, joan
Shreds of russett potato fell into a bowl from the grater that rested across it. The potato in question was being vigorously pushed and pulled back and forth across the surface of the grater in a strong grip, belonging to one William Wheeler. But the hand was quickly losing momentum as the potato got smaller and smaller, losing its initial mass. Seconds later, he lost his grip on the potato, and it fell to the floor with a thud. He groaned in frustration as he picked up the scrap and threw it out while behind him, a pair of little hands clapped with joy. Well, at least one person in the house was having a good time.
His daughter, Joan, sat in her high chair with her giant crayola markers and a few sheets of printer paper, but was obviously more entertained by her father’s failure. He turned around after grabbing a paper towel, wiping the starchy potato juice off his forearms and sauntering over to where Joan sat. She giggled and reached up to him with grabby hands, and he picked her up, settling her on his right hip. He carried her over to the counter, showing her his sad attempt at latkes he was working on.
When he and Mike first started looking into adoption, the question was constantly brought up as to which religion their future child would be raised in, if any at all. Both of them agreed, with Will being Jewish and Mike growing up Catholic, that they wouldn’t limit or compromise the traditions of the other. Ever since they got together (and even before that, honestly), they spent their Decembers celebrating both Hanukkah and Christmas. And this was Will’s first time trying to make his mom’s famous latke recipe.
“See, Jetti Spaghetti,” he began, calling her by the ridiculous nickname that he’d made up– and that his husband objected to every time it was uttered in his presence– inspired by the one and only Joan Jett. “These are potatoes. Can you say, ‘potato’?”
“Po-yay-yo,” Joan repeated in toddler speak, and Will laughed heartily as he picked one up and let her hold it with a glimmer of fascination in her brown eyes.
“Not quite, but you’re getting there. Kind of.”
“She’s barely two, give her a break,” his husband laughed from where he stood in the doorway. Will had no idea how long Mike had been standing there, but the dopey grin on his face led Will to believe that he’d seen the whole thing. Will set Joan back in her high chair as Mike crossed the kitchen to where he stood. He was still wearing his coat; he’d just come back from work. He leaned down, pressing a firm yet loving kiss to Will’s lips, brushing their noses together. “Hey, handsome.”
“Hey, yourself,” Will replied with a light smile. “You’re home early.”
“Well, the blizzard was getting bad, and I wasn’t about to get stuck in three feet of snow,” Mike sighed, shucking his coat off and tossing it onto one of the chairs next to him. He spun around then, sneaking up on Joan, who was fixated on her latest Marker Masterpiece™.
“Hey, Bug!” he exclaimed, and scooped the little girl up in his arms, kissing her face as she screeched, “Papa!” high pitched and happily. Mike missed his baby girl like crazy. Getting such a significant raise at his publishing job had been both a blessing and a curse; they were financially stable, but he felt like he was missing out. When he first became a parent, he’d been the one spending time at home, playing with her, preparing her meals and singing her custom-written lullabies. It all felt like so long ago. But Will’s job as an art teacher provided a more flexible, less time-consuming schedule that allowed him to spend more time with Joan.
“I’m so jealous you got a snow day, I missed this little munchkin,” he cooed, but his eyebrows suddenly furrowed in pain as Joan pulled roughly on his long hair, cackling as she did so. “God, this kid is really out to get me,” Mike feigned complaint and let Joan down, and the two watched their daughter toddle through the kitchen and out into her play corner in the living room.
Will turned back to the task at hand, grabbing a new potato and the peeler off of the counter. He felt Mike’s arms wrap around his middle and his chin resting on Will’s head. How was Will supposed to get anything done with a giraffe-koala hybrid clinging onto his back?
“Damn, baby, these look good already,” Mike hummed, and Will scoffed.
“They’re literally just shredded potatoes.”
“I stand by my statement,” Mike said, and his arms got tighter around Will’s torso, as if to hold him there until he believed what Mike was saying.
“They could turn out disgusting,” Will frowned, giving up for a moment and turning in Mike’s grip to face him, leaning against the counter.
Mike ran a hand up Will’s arm, over his shoulder, and up his neck before brushing some hair out of his face. “Will, you’re amazing at everything you do, don’t doubt yourself.” Will looked up at him then with teary eyes.
“I just wanted Hanukkah to feel somewhat normal this time, you know?”
Joyce’s absence weighed heavily on everyone’s minds last year; she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and was gone within the year. She was only 57 years old. She never got to meet Joan, and that kept Will and Mike up at night. They missed her more than anything.
“I know,” Mike held back his own tears as he comforted Will, pulling him into his chest. “And you’re gonna make her proud. She was always proud of you, no matter what.”
“Thank you,” Will muttered into Mike’s (Will’s) worn flannel. They stood there for a moment, holding one another close. Eventually, Mike pulled back and held Will’s face between his large hands, making Will feel warm, safe, and so at home.
“You got a sec? I have something I want to give you.”
Will quirked an eyebrow, but nodded anyway. “Sure.”
Mike took off then, coming back to the kitchen a minute later with a small package in his hand. He had wrapped it in newspaper, so tightly that Will could observe its disc-like shape. He held it out to Will, who took it in his hands, looking confused.
“Mike… what is this?” he asked, and Mike shook his head.
“Just open it.”
And Will did. He ripped the newspaper to reveal an ornament. Like, an ornament that belonged on a Christmas tree. Except it was a small, circular frame made of clay, with a little menorah painted on one side, and a Christmas tree on the other. The lower part of the frame had the words Daddy, Papa, and Joan’s First Chrismukkah on the surface. And in the center of the frame was a photo of Mike and Will one year ago, huddled together on their couch with little Joan seated in between them. It was their first photo together as a family.
“Oh my…” Will put a hand to his mouth to muffle a sob, “Oh my god.”
“I know, it’s cheesy as fuck, but I just thought this would be a good time to remind you of what the holidays are all about– family,” Mike said, and Will just stood there, staring at the ornament in his hands, thinking about how lucky he was to have married such a sweet and thoughtful human being. “And that begins with traditions… like your mom’s latkes. She gave you that recipe because she knew you’d want something to remind you of her. And, like, maybe we could pass the recipe to Joan one day. I’m sorry, I’m kind of rambling, but I just want you to know that–”
Will cut off his husband’s next few words with a tearful, passionate kiss. “Michael. I love it. I love you. You’re amazing. Thank you.”
“I love you, too,” Mike kissed Will’s forehead.
“Daddy, why cwy?” they heard their daughter’s quiet voice ask from below, and Mike knelt down to her level.
“Daddy’s a little sad, Bug. He misses Grandma,” Mike explained, and Joan turned her head up to Will, lifting her small arms to hug his leg.
“I sowwy, Daddy. Gwannma-zin heaven.” Grandma’s in heaven. Will was going to melt. She was such a little empath. They’d taught her well.
“Thank you, sweetie,” Will smiled at Joan, then back up at Mike. “I was thinking you could ‘help’ me make these potato latkes. You can help me mix. How’s that sound, Jetti-Spaghetti?”
Mike playfully rolled his eyes at the nickname that had, surprisingly, been growing on him a little bit. Joan squealed with glee as her Papa lifted Joan onto the counter and handed her a wooden spoon to play with while her Daddy handled the rest of the potatoes.
And Will… let’s just say that Will Wheeler made some damn good latkes.
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Personally i don't consider LMJ canon on account of it implying layton would just fuck off and leave his family behind. Like??? The layton who WENT THROUGH A WHOLE TOWN JUST TO ADOPT A CHILD, found out he was adopting a child and went "OH OKAY I WILL PROTECT HER WITH MY LIFE" ??? This man's first adventure in BOTH prequel and main trilogy is "layton goes to a fucked up town and adopts someone's child" the idea layton would leave his kids behind is like. Wrong to me. He MIGHT be a shitty teacher who never turns up to his classes but this is because he is always looking after his kids. Layton was falling apart when he had to leave luke and they both agreed on that. I don't like it ehen sequels make the main characters shitty parents its always out of characger and really is with layton. Whatd herschel ever do to deserve this. Man loves his kids. He's not always the best at telling if they are his kids or not but he still loves them.
Exactly, and I know that there are also some people who say "oh, but Flora always gets left behind" and yeah, it sucks, but to be fair:
1. In Pandoras Box they were investigating an actual Murder, and in lost future they first got pulled into this whole mess all of a sudden with no chance of telling flora, and once they came back to the present it was clear that this whole thing is going to be dangerous. Plus once Flora came to the clock shop by herself Layton allowed her to stay instead of just sending her away.
2. Flora grew up isolated in a small village. Layton was worried about her since she had no prior experience with his adventures. This is probably also why he has no Problem with Luke being there. Luke isn't his actual adopted child but his apprentice. He has proven that he is clever and a good companion on Laytons adventures. Also the fact that Layton knew him since he was a baby also helped.
But Flora? He basically just got a daughter handed to him out of nowhere. Of course he would be hesitant letting her go with him. He know's how his adventures go, I believe he was mainly concerned about her. Basically being "holy shit I have a daughter now what if something happens to her???"
Of course he still made some dumb mistakes, but he never had an actual child besides Luke in his care before, cut the man some slack!
And then he's supposed to get another child, actually raised it and knew it since it was a baby, and THIS is where he decides to just fuck off and leave???
I call Bullshit, god I can't stand LMJ for so many reasons.
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Ok so ik ive been inactive for a *WHILE* and im srry for that but like i have a buncha things that happened these past 3 months that I NEED To share SOOOO....
First things first, the one im most excited abt: I DID MY FIRST PERFORMANCE!!! My school was doing little mermaid jr and I got Scuttle! I was really happy to get my first role and getting at least one solo, and Im just happy overall on how it went! I think I did really good on my first try! Only bad thing was that now im kinda going through my lil mermaid hyperfixation and have been looking up fics where Sebastian and Ariel kinda have a Father/Parental Figure-Daughter or Older Brother-Younger (stupid but ultimately well meaning) Sister dynamic and have started to write a fic on that bc no ones done it before apparently😒(im going cray cray, bonkers mayhaps)
Might've gotten my eye infected(I live in the east of the us, new york to be more specific and woke up the day after the "live vintage (BLAME CANADA/j) filter" with my right eyes nerves slightly more irritated and haven't gotten that checked out so thats fun)
FINALLY finished that one drawing ive been making for 3 MONTHS.(well, technically....)
Almost done writing my passion project, AKA the one I originally wanted to make into an animated series but have settled for a book just in case that can't happen! I still need to work out some kinks, design more outfits, get all their personalities in check, make sure the world and magic is fully fleshed out, ect.
I also do band, and while I originally thought that I would have a problem bc of both band and theatres close scheduling(i originally had dress rehearsal on june 2nd, AND my band concert on June 2nd) but it all worked out in the end! My band concert went great, and while the dress rehearsal was a mess, we at least got through it! :)
Unintentionally quit SH! I was originally only meant to stop until AFTER performances, but ive been bettering myself and learned that if I ever want to forgive myself or at least move on I gotta stop feeling sorry for myself and not forget nor forgive, but remember, i just can't let it haunt me. I know I'll relapse, I always do eventually, but I want to enjoy these few moments of mental "clarity" while I can. I've also learned that for some reason i tend to become a more terrible person and despicable person the more time I spend at home with my mother, so that's fun. God, I hate America's education system, its messed me up BAD. AND the foster care system. I just tried to kms 2 times today, and she didn't even notice, or care. How sad is that?
On a lighter note, yes, as the rest of yt and TikTok, I got a minor lil hyperfixation on the Lorax and really think ppl should make more [PLATONIC] Lorax and Onceler dynamics, mainly the type where they're like some really annoying pair of bickering siblings or a father whos sick of his adopted child's shit, like there is so much on the table for platonic fluff and angst and most of what I've seen is romantic smut and fluff like CHANGE IT UP A LIL
Also, Ive been going to karaoke centers on Tuesdays and have become a lot more confident to performing in front of ppl! So far, I've performed "All You Wanna Do", "The Ballad of Jane Doe", "Heart of Stone", and am gonna do "What the World Needs" the next upcoming Tuesday, where I'm gonna try interacting with the audience while singing!!
(Also, before I end this....I may have ADHD??? my teacher who has ADHD says some of my behavior is "similar to hers"(i feel like thats just her way of saying i reek of neurodivergency) and I also did some research and I display similar/exact behaviors listed, have taken online tests from doctorate confirmed sites and basically all of them said to go get a diagnosis. I also found I do a few behaviors similar to stimming! Also also, I kinda suspect a lil more bc my mom has Autism and apparently sometimes neurodivergency is biological (i forgor the word) but my mom is kinda in denial abt my Depression diagnosis and thinks I got anxiety "biologically", so if I tell her I wanna get tested for ADHD shes just kinda gonna gaslight me into not believing that and i already told the school therapist and basically she just told me that I'm probably just imagining things or copying behaviors from my mother and that "kids like to give themselves all these titles nowadays" so I just did what I always do which is to keep it shut and act until they think you fell in line)
So yeah, thats all! Thanks for reading, now that my schedule is clear again ima start posting more frequently again, so be aware :) <3333
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foster-the-world · 9 months
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Improvements
My husband is back up and running. Thank goodness. We had such an amazing weekend. Baby boy had a Bday party Friday night. About 20 people. It was raining so we moved it inside. He was relatively calm. He hid under the table when they sang Happy Birthday. For months he's been talking about his Bday cake. His eyes were huge with excitement when we went to pick it up. He said the song was too loud when he generally loves loud. Anyway, he was still happy to eat it. Happy at the party.
Saturday we were going to take him to Sesame Place but it was raining. Inlaws took the girls. We took him to a big science center in Jersey. Then a play place. He was well behaved at both places. So fun to give all of our attention to one kid.
Last Thursday was the Kindergarten graduation. Very, very cute. I love their little songs. Rebel was proud. She gave strict instructions to bring flowers and we followed through. They sent Bee down from her class to watch. Which I always find so thoughtful. I love being in a small school.
First grade awards ceremony was Friday. It was so sweet. I cried and I wouldn't consider myself a crier. The teacher started by saying when they looked back at 1st grade she hopes they remember being known and being loved. What more could you want for your child? I'm so grateful for the school staff who pour so much into my kids. The teacher then gave each child two very individualized awards. She would give a description and the kids were so excited to guess who it was for. Bee got the Personality Plus award. No surprise, she's all personality. Plus, the super star student. She hinted at it being because she had made the most improvements. She went from being a little stuck in reading to far ahead. Same for math.
They have still have school today/tmrw. Going to schedule in a manicure/pedicure sometime today/tmrw. Another year where the kids still have great friends + are on track academically sounds like a win for myself, also.
We got Baby boys passport. No surprise it was a hot mess. With plenty of frantic calls to the agency despite months of planning, court orders, notarized letters, etc. I won't bore you with the details but it came through in the end. Literally in the last ten minutes of the day when our original appt was at 9:30am. If any other foster parents need tips let me know. Happy to share all of my research. Although I'm fairly confident its less a strict procedure/list of actual requirements and more whatever that particular worker wants to ask of you. Anyway its done. Will have to update when he's adopted. At this point who knows when the hell that will be???
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watmalik · 9 months
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Oversharing on the internet
Thank you @ambiguouspenny​ for the tag!! <3
1. Are you named after anyone?
Ohhh yes. My first name is literally the female version of my dad and brother’s name… Patricio/Patrick. My middle name is after my Abuela (dad’s side) bc she died a couple of months before I was born.
2. When was the last time you cried?
HA! I’m actually proud of this one *clears throat* ever since the 911 Lone Star finale...for now.
3. Do you have kids?
I’m 22 almost 23, so my only child has four legs and lives in my apt rent free. I’m also undecided about having them in general (bio or adopted)? I have a autoimmune disease that makes it harder for me to have them and I also had surgery when I was 14… lets say I have 1/3 of my left ovary chopped off bc of a random health issue I had as a kid and now I have a faint smiley face on my bikini line :) talk about oversharing.
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
*Takes sunglasses off* Babes, I invented sarcasm. It’s the fourth language I’m fluent in… its a culture thing.
5. What sports have you played/do you play?
Fútbol and futsal. Loved them. Stopped when I got into college but I still participated in intramural games in my sorority/club. I also played basketball in middle school for a bit, but ultimately gave it up bc there wasn't really a girl’s team in my school.
6. What's the first thing you notice about people?
Their personality so I don't make them angry on purpose. I’m a notorious people pleaser, and I hate confrontation when it comes to myself, so I need you to like me…. LIKE ME 
7. What's your eye colour?
I have dark, brown cow eyes
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
Scary movies bc I cry when movies have happy endings and I don't like tearing up at the movies. Emotions? me? pfttt
9. Any special talents?
I can meow like an actual cat, and put my feet at the back of my head, you know the usual.
10. Where were you born?
El Caribe 😎
11. What are your hobbies?
Singing, drawing, playing the ukulele
12: Do you have any pets?
My 3 year old cat, harry :)
13. How tall are you?
I’m Jennifer Love Hewitt, inches tall.
14. Favourite subject in school?
P.E and Maths. Mind you, I hate Maths with a great passion, but I was in group B (When you reached the 6th grade, they will separate the two form groups of your year group, in my school there was two class groups per year, and they will separate students in A and B group depending on how well you were doing in that specific subject). B group was always the funniest class to be in. I was usually an A group type of student but I always made sure I was in B group for at least a few of my classes and in Maths? It was inevitable. 
Anyways, I sat in the middle of the most chaotic pair of people, this dude (a twin) who had a crush on me at the time and this volleyball player who I once had a fall out with. For context, back home I went to a small British school, pre-k––12th grade, and from the 6th grade until I left on 10th grade, I always sat with them bc I will always LAUGH MY ASS OFF every damn class period. Our teacher was this 24 year old guy from Scotland and he was fine with us being together because we got good grades and did the work. I like looking back at this because, we weren't friends, we didn't hang out or talked after class much, but we always sat together because it brought us joy. 
Oddly enough I will always miss the poorly drawn dicks at the last page of my maths notebook, the stupid jokes, and the dumb noises they will make on purpose 😂
15. Dream job
 To be an immigration lawyer and help other minorities. I just graduated from college, so I’m taking a much needed year off and then law school here I come!
And my “You probs already did this, and def don't do it again if you have, but I’m still tagging you because its 2am” tag goes to: @noxsoulmate​ @itsneonbright​ @tailoredshirt​ @anchor-bird-94​ @taralaurel​ @tylerkennedys​ @catanisspicy​ and anyone else who wants to do this :)
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nami-lvr · 1 year
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Correct OP Headcannons
Ft: Luffy, Usopp, Nami, Robin, Zoro, Sanji, Chopper, Brook, and Franky!
Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |
A/N: Hey guys! First post YAYAYAYYAYAY 🔥🔥 I love love love the silly show smsmsm and the next part will include Mihawk, Doffy, Cora, Buggy, and Crocodile!
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Luffy
Erm I don’t have much for him
SIKE
Bro smells
Does not wash his ass
Has those back pimple thingys and lets you pop them (GROSS!!!)
Band kid
For sure
100% a band kid
iPad kid as well
Can’t do anything without entertainment
Has autism
If you disagree you don’t like autistic ppl :/ (JOKING OFC!!)
I think his special interest would be pirates bc he thinks they’re cool
Has greasy hair
Smells bad (knows) doesn’t care
Doesn’t floss his damn teeth
HAS CROOKED TEETH FIGHT ME ON THIS
Needs braces
Doesn’t get them bc this fool won’t take care of them
Paints his nails
Extremely ugly and bright colors
Cat shit green
Dog puke brown
Effervescent Shitstain
Whatever he can find
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Usopp
My bbg would also be a band kid
Would not do anything with his hair.
At all.
Not even pick through it.
Goddamn it Usopp YOUR SCALP IS FALLING. OUT.
WASHYOURFUCKINGHAIRBOY
I swear
He just lets that shit grow
Won’t even loc up.
Istg DO SOMETHINF WITH UR HAIR
Only pulls bitches in his late teens/early adulthood because he doesn’t look 5 anymore
I’m convinced he has a gyatdayum uhhh
Fat ass
HAD TO SAY IT
Im positive that if he was real he would have that THANG just THANGin up back there
Grabbable asf
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Nami
Popular pretty nice girl
Pick me (sorry!)
Would smell like strawberries for sure
Would be the girl to always have lotion on her
Would willingly take Spanish and be invested in it
Would always have gum on her
Lie about having gum on her so people won’t ask
People ask anyways
Definitelyyyy is the girl who only hangs out with guys (no shade to girls who do)
Not bc she gets along better
But because of Sanji 🙁
Literally they’re there to protect her from him (can you tell I hate Sanji yet 😛)
Basic white girl BUT I STILL LOVE HER
Stan Nami ong
She would be so proud of her friends
“Nami I got a 90% on my tes-“
“YAYYY! WERE GOING OUT TO EAT!”
So supportive
Very erm
Tough love kinda gal
You definitely have to WORK to be her friend
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Robin
I heavily headcannon that she speaks Russian. (I’m projecting 😊)
She would teach you Russian for sure
And be like
Super nice about it
I love Robin
She is so
🩷🩷
Guys hear me out
She is a cat person
Would always wear fuzzy socks
Prefers the cold
She is allergic to grass fight me
Does yoga I can feel it in my bones
Would do yoga with you
Definitely bakes
Her favorite show is something true crime related
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Zoro
Cmon man
This guy is so likeable
Dyes his hair a different color every month depending on what the awareness for that month is
As in blue for child abuse awareness month and green for mental health awareness month and so on
But no one knows that that’s why
They just think its cool
But he knows
He knows.
And I just think he would be the kind of guy to help the teachers clean the classroom
Straight C student
Sleeps in class
Has neck problems
Complains about said neck problems
Cycle repeats
Everyones friend
Natural born leader fr
Every tía would pass him the baby
He’s incredibly good with kids and wants some of his own
BUT!!!!
He is asexual
DUN DUN DUNNNN
Makes fun one people to their face (me for real)
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Sanji
I fucking hate Sanji. Not sorry! He is weird 😁🫶🏻
Would probably grab my ass
Would probably stare at my boobs
(I’m a well built gal)
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Chopper
My son
I adopted him back in erm
1800
Yes
Mexicans existed in the 1800’s and I adopted him then so
Everything I say from now on is cannon bc he is my son :p
Paints his nails
Bites his nails
Has autism
Bc I said so
Definitely loves plain pasta
Like thats his favorite food
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Brook
Erm
I don’t really like him either-
SIKE YOU THOUGHT
Bro is a stoner
No more questions
Tokes it up in the back of class
Gives no fucks if he gets caught
The kinda guy you wanna smoke your first joint with
Extremely good trip sitter
I feel like
I really feel like
I hope hope hope
He would dislike Sanji for being perverted and see that its bad and change his ways
💔💔💔💔
Brook recovery arc bc i say so
#brook redemption arc
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Franky
The fun uncle
Everyone loves Franky
Loud drunk
Extremely loud drunk
Like
Noise complaint loud kinda drunk
Still funny as shit thought
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Time is a social construct pt. 15
Mandalorian Time Travel AU
Summary: Din is trying his best, ok? But between trying to find a teacher for his magic kid and learning there were other Mandalorians who follow a different creed, Din is very confused and lost. So when he ends up on a plant that his HUD says is Manda’yaim and encounters two teens on the run from a group of dar’mandas called Death Watch, Din figures he way as well help them. He never meant to adopt them. Or become Mand’alor.
A/N: Ok, I realize that Satine probably wouldn't be referred to as a duchess before her dad dies, but I also don't think its the biggest issue, and I don't feel like trying to fix it. So let's just say in the Mandalorian duchy, the duke and duchess are the oldest man and woman in the family. So, Satine's mom is dead so she's default Duchess.  
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           Jinn meet them at the door, face grim. No words were spoken when he stepped aside and pressed the button to open the door. When the door opened, Obi-wan was the only reason Bo-Katan didn’t fling herself across the room. The teen had a hand on the girl’s shoulder, keeping her feet solidly on the ground. But he wasn’t restraining Din, so either he trusted Din not to act rashly or thought Bo-Katan was a bigger threat.
         Satine was trapped against her desk by a semi-circle of advisors, all of whom had had their backs to the door and were now half-turned towards them. It let Din she Satine. He could just make out the tears gathered in her eyes and her hands twisting around each other. She was bracing herself on the desk, and her jaw was clenched.
         Din handed Grogu off to Obi-wan and took a menacing step forward. The advisors all flinched back. Din rested a hand on his blaster. “Get out,” he growled.
         One brave man tried to argue. “Who do you think-“
         “Out. Now,” Din demanded, taking another step forward and lifting his blaster slightly out of the holster.
         “The Duchess has just received terrible news,” Obi-wan said, straining to sound calm. “I would imagine she needs some time to process.”
         “Yeah. So leave my sister alone,” Bo-Katan said. “I bet you can deal with most of the stuff yourselves.”
         The brave- more like stupid- advisor opened his mouth again but was cut off by Satine. “I have had a difficult few months,” she said quietly. Despite that, all of the attention was on her now. Satine was looking at her feet. “I was never truly safe, and when I finally returned home, I found my only parent left was gone, and this palace could no longer be considered safe. I ask you to find it in your hearts to allow me a day to process and grieve.”
         “If you have any immediate concerns,” Jinn spoke up for the doorway, surprising some of the room, “You may take it up with me. That is if the Duchess does not mind.”
         Satine nodded. “Thank you, Master Jinn. That would be greatly appreciated.”
         Jinn bowed. Bo-Katan decided to speak up, “One day is nowhere near enough.”
         Satine frowned and when to scold her sister, but Din interrupted her and said, “She’s right.”
         “Maybe try two days, then slowly start tackling things,” Obi-wan suggested. Jinn immediately agreed, and after a moment, Satine did too.
         The advisors looked stunned, but Din got them moving with a sharp jerk of his head towards the door, where Jinn helpfully stepped to the side and swept his arm out in invitation.
         “Let us find somewhere else to speak,” Jinn said as the advisor streamed out behind him. Before the man left the room, he cast one more look at Satine and shared a glance with Obi-wan. The door then slid close behind him.
         Satine all but collapsed onto the floor- Bo-Katan rushing forward was the only thing slowing her hard descent. The two girls curled into each other on the ground, and Obi-wan moved over, despotizing Grogu so the child could wiggle his way into their laps. Obi-wan comforted the girls as Din moved to the door to lock it. He did a security sweep of the office, closing the window blinds, the sobs tugging at his heart as he went. When he turned back to the pile on the floor, Bo-Katan had hidden her face in Satine’s neck, and Obi-wan was rubbing a hand down Satine’s back. Din, recognizing that his armor makes him not very cuddly, crouched down across from them.
         “I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” Satine muttered, words muffled because her face was mushed on Bo-katan’s head. “I’m so sorry, Bo.”
         Din couldn’t make out Bo-katan’s reply, but Satine pulled her sister closer. Grogu, still squished between the sister, squeaked. The girls laughed at the noise, the sounds wet. But Grogu, from what Din could see of him, looked proud of himself. Satine lifted her head to smile at Grogu before looking at Din. And, without speaking a word, freed one hand and held it out to Din. Din shuffled closer and held her hand. Satine yanked, and Din followed and sat down closer to their pile. Bo-Katan, apparently communicating silently with her sister, grabbed Din’s arm near her and wrapped it around her. Din moved, so he could hold Satine and Bo-Katan (it was a little awkward, but the girls seemed content).
         No one spoke, the girls periodically crying before quieting. At one point, Bo-Katan muttered, “Nu kyr’adyc.”
         Satine sniffed but quietly finished, “Shi taab’echaaj’la.”
         “Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum,” Din said. “Vir and Lida Djarin.”
         Bo-Katan and Satine repeated the face, adding their father’s name. When nudged by Satine, Obi-wan stumbled through the words and added, “Cerasi.”
         Grogu babbled something, and Din felt he was adding his own names. They were silent again, occasional sniffs and solitary sobs emerging. Din didn’t move, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. Eventually, Satine pulled back, so Din let go. Bo-Katan stayed glued to Satine’s side. Grogu got up on his toes, precariously balancing on Satine’s lap, and patted Satine and Bo-katan’s cheeks.
         “Vor’e,” Satine said, holding Grogu’s hand. The kid graced her with a wide smile. Satine looked to Din again. “And thank you for getting them out of here. And without shooting them.”
         “I can still do it,” Din said, half joking.
         “Can I?” Bo-Katan asked eagerly. Satine rolled her eyes and playfully flicked her. Satine yawned, setting off a domino effect- Bo-Katan, Grogu, and Obi-wan yawned too.
         Din chuckled. “Nap time?”
         Satine sighed and shook her head, opening her mouth to give an excuse, but Obi-wan cut her off, “I think it would be nice to rest some before dealing with anything else today.”
         Bo-Katan nodded. “Do you think we could, maybe, go to your room Satie? Your bed is bigger.”
         Satine smiled at her sister. “Of course. I assume you will be joining us?”
         She looked at Obi-wan and Din (where Grogu had crawled back to). Din didn’t let Obi-wan try to think up an argument before agreeing. It would be much easier to watch over them all if they were together. Nightmares were a possibility, and Din wouldn’t let his guard down, even if there were guards around. What good were guards that only used stun blasts?
         “But I really should-“
         “Sleep,” Din interrupted Obi-wan standing up and hoisting the boy up with him. Din dropped Grogu into Obi-wan’s arms. Grogu yawned and snuggled into his arms, innocently blinking up at the teen. Obi-wan sighed and accepted his fate. Satine and Bo-Katan stood up. The girls lead their group out into the hallway, Din walking in step with them. Satine did roll her eyes when Din casually rested a hand on his blaster. Maybe it was overkill, but it worked. Not one person who thought to approach them as they passed didn’t rethink it. They passed one of the advisors that Din had threatened. Din didn’t recognize them, but the way they flinched back from him gave it away. Din wasn’t a fan of intentionally scaring someone- but this felt like a situation that warranted it.
         “I’m going to have to start paying you as a bodyguard, aren’t I?” Satine mused as they made it to the hall where people lived. Din shrugged- his credits wouldn’t work here, and he wasn’t going to stop watching over Satine.
         Obi-wan peeled off to change out of his clothes, keeping Grogu with him because the kid refused to leave his arms. Satine told Din to drop his stuff off in his room, so Din followed after Bo-Katan swore to slap Satine’s comm out of her hand if she tried to work.
         The room was the biggest one Din had ever stayed in; it could probably fit the entirety of Din’s clan. He set Grogu down on the ground to check the room, which consisted of a sleeping area, sitting area, refresher, and closet. The room was well-lit and clean, and there were various pieces of artwork and plants. Din set his bag down on the trunk at the bottom of the bed. Grogu was attempting to climb onto the couch; face scrunched up in concentration. Grogu abandoned his attempt when Din walked over, demanding to be held. Din picked his son up but hesitated When Grogu patted his helmet, cooing as he tried to push it up. Din looked around the room and moved, so he wasn’t visible from the windows. Din lifted his helmet, a smile coming to his face when his son cheered. Grogu patted his face, and Din allowed himself to lay a kiss on Grogu’s forehead. Grogu, satisfied, closed his eyes and laid his head on Din's chest.
         “Yeah, ok,” Din whispered, setting his helmet back down. “Let’s go get everyone to bed.”
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Mando'a translations: Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la: Not gone, merely marching far away. (Tribute to the dead) Vor'e: thank you
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kakashi and sayuri for the if they had a kid meme if its okay with you
of course! when do i not lvoe to talk about my babies!
they have two biological children actually (and one adopted one)
Name: Obito
Gender: male
General Appearance: He has his father's general wild hair, but the colour is black (with silver tips). His eyes are black like his moms.
Personality: Obito has sooo much anxiety the poor boy. He is scared of many many things, but mostly scared that he lets down his father somehow. A lot of it has to do with his demanding older sister, who is hyper talented, and the fact that people always go "oh the hokage's son" when they see him. It freaks him out.
Special Talents: He has the sharingan. If that counts. He fights with a large staff and can infuse it with lighting if necessary.
Who they like better: HIs mother. Sayuri babies him.
Who they take after more: HIs father. He is a little quieter and not so demanding as his mother can be
Personal Head canon: Not once has his father ever been disappointed in him,but Obito just can't stop being worried that he might mess it up someday.
Face Claim: Absolutely Kakashi. Face, hair, stature, its his father.
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Name: Miu
Gender: female
General Appearance: She got the silver Hatake hair, but it is a little straighter than others. She wears them in pig tails and has grey eyes.
Personality: Miu is 7 years younger than Obito and 9 years younger than her older sister and is an absolute MENACE. She loves pranking, both her siblings and her parents (and her teachers), and also drags people down with her. She knows that her dad could never never be mad at her because she is the baby, so she does whatever she feels like.
Special Talents: Can summon a tiny wild cat that WILL bite you. Also very creative thinker.
Who they like better: Papa's girl. Absolutely. Kakashi is mostly done with hokaging when she is young so he is at home all the time and they spend a lot of time together.
Who they take after more: Sayuri! Miu is the only child of theirs that gets sayuri's fierce personality and easy way of feeling upset and loud demanour.
Personal Head canon: Hates Houki because he dresses like her father and she thinks thats like ultra weird. Has beef with Boruto constantly.
Face Claim: Sayuri. Rounder face and straigher hair, but she has the grey eyes of her father.
if they had a kid meme
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shadowqueen402 · 2 years
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Taken Away (Lance x Daughter! Reader)
Sequel to: Parenting Skills
Written for: @mayordebbieminecraft
Two years had gone by for Lance and his adoptive daughter, Y/N. She had now grown into an adorable toddler. While she could say several words, she was still learning to say sentences.
Lance had gotten used to raising her on his own. It wasn't easy, but all that hard work into taking care of Y/N really paid off.
But as always, all good things come to an end.
Lance was currently playing tea party with Y/N. He had given you the toy tea set on your second birthday. But playtime was interrupted when the sound of knocking was heard.
Lance's curiosity was piqued. He didn't remember inviting anyone to the theater. Who could be there? He got up, walked to the door, and opened it up. Standing there were two men. They were both dressed in black, wore shades, and had serious frowns on their faces.
"Have you seen a infant child that is now two years old?" One of the men asked Lance.
"I have her here, sir," Lance replied, growing confused. "Is there a reason why you wish to see her?"
"Her mother wants her back," The second man explained to Lance. "She was recently freed from prison and now wishes to regain custody of her child."
Lance didn't say anything. He felt a familiar pain in his heart at the news. "Sir, either you give us that child or we'll come in and take her ourselves," The first man said.
Without a word, Lance ran to where his two year old daughter was and scooped her up into his arms. The two men ran after him. "Please, can't you see?" Lance tried to reason with them. "Y/N is mine and I don't want her taken from me."
"Guess we'll have to take the child by force," The second man said.
Y/N was confused. Who were these men? And why were they threatening her dad? "Daddy, what's going on?" She asked Lance. "I'm scared." She then started to cry.
This caught Lance off guard, the sound of his child crying. But before he could react, the men snatched Y/N out of his hands and turned around to leave the theater. "If you try to run after us, we'll have you arrested for kidnapping," The first man said.
Lance couldn't do anything but watch. He could feel the exact amount of fear that his child was feeling right now. In the exact moment, the two men left with Y/N. Lance found himself falling to his knees and began to cry. Y/N was the only family that he had. And now she was gone. He didn't know when or if he'll see her again.
The pain in his heart grew stronger. Negativity began to take over him, turning him into someone that he didn't want to be.
(Five Years Later)
Y/N, now seven years old, walked alone on the sidewalk to school. She hated going to school as the older kids always made fun of her. The teachers never hear her cries for help. Neither did her mother. After being freed from prison, the two men helped her mother get back on her feet since they heard her side of the story. So they now lived in a cheap apartment.
The young girl kept on walking to school, eyes fixated on the ground. Suddenly, she heard a rather cute sound. "Timmu!" The girl flinched a bit, not expecting to hear the sound. She looked around, soon hearing the sound again. In front of her was a creature she had never seen before.
It was a fuzzy creature with pink hair and a chick-like beak. Its blue eyes gazed up at the young girl. The creature then turned around and hopped away from her. Curious, Y/N decided to follow the creature. It led her to a strangely familiar theater. The creature went inside, so the girl entered the building.
When she entered inside the theater, everything about the building was strangely familiar. She walked into the room with the table and chairs and spotted a slightly familiar behatted man. Remember her father whom she called 'Papa' when she was younger, the girl cried out "Father!"
The behatted man, Balan, turned and noticed the girl. Y/N became embarrassed after now realizing that this man wasn't her father. Balan stood up and, in a flash, did his graceful bow. "I am Balan, little one," He said. "Your journey to Wonderworld has officially begun."
"My…journey to Wonderworld?" Y/N asked Balan, confused.
"Your heart is unbalanced as it has gone astray," Balan said. "In order to regain its balance, I will help you on the way."
The girl nodded and followed Balan to Wonderworld. Her journey caused her to save all twelve Inhabitants. She'd not only befriended them, but also learned of their personal struggles. Finally, it was time for the moment that she'd see Lance. The large purple doors opened to reveal a dark space. Y/N slowly walked inside the room. She then heard the doors slam shut. As she walked, Lance suddenly appeared in front of her.
As soon as she saw his sapphire eyes, Y/N felt nostalgia hit her like a ton of bricks. She remembered the long, silver hair that he used to have, the two years that they bonded with each other, and the last day she spent with him before she was taken away. Snapping out of her thoughts, Y/N noticed that Lance's appearance had changed. He now looked like all the Negati that she had fought. Tentacles emerged from his back.
Lance didn't even recognize the girl. In fact, he looked like he wanted to fight her. "Father, it's me," The girl cried up to Lance. "I've returned!" But Lance didn't seem to register what she was saying. He was too corrupted hear her.
Balan suddenly appeared and whispered to the girl's ear. In order to set Lance free, Y/N had to fight him. Dispappearing, the girl was left alone with no choice but to fight him, her father. And the fight began.
After the fight ended, Lance was back into his purified form. The one form that the girl remembered most. Y/N didn't hesitate to run into Lance's arms and hug him. Lance returned the hug, saved by his adoptive daughter. Just then, the Negati started to charge at them. Y/N noticed this before she looked at Lance. "Father, forgive me…" She said before shoving him to the surface of the ground. She now levitated into the air.
The Negati saw her and charged at her. "NO!" Lance screamed as he watched his adoptive daughter scream in pain from getting hit by the Negati. Then, she fell unconscious and began to fall. Fortunately, Lance caught her before she could hit the ground. He held her close, fear still in his eyes. The Negati were now gone. "Thank you… for saving me…" He murmured to Y/N.
Balan appeared and approached Lance, placing a hand on his shoulder. "She did the right thing to bring you back the way you truly are," He softly told Lance. "To her, you are the best father figure by far. She will be okay, in the end. After all, her heart has finally managed to mend."
Lance nodded and stood up, carrying Y/N with him out of the Nega realm. He had just got you back. And he did not want to lose you again.
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cyberghost-scout · 1 year
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Japanese high school au dabbles
Well, then I will dabble on my interpretation with @askburningpassion involved. Remember, this is my interpretation; it is not really 100 percent.
The fangirls learned that messing with either twin is a lost cause. Despite their jealousy of how easily they got along with him, they are not attracted to Riki. Heck, there are times when the twins just let him be chased as they sit on top of the lockers.
However, if either love rot brat tries to touch Rai... they learn the brutal and traumatizing reasons that will cost them everything-- Riki would greatly despise them. Their friends would abandon them... thanks to Zelda's devious psychological skills. Like its very terrifying that Zelda got personal information from NINJAS to ruin a person's image in the school- either forcing the fools to accept being a pariah or transferring schools to save face and their future. But the scariest of all--Suni's wrath.
Like a vengeful living specter, they never realized the shy baby sister of the Visser twins was even able to retaliate- let alone being scarier than Zelda. Even alpha bitch, Masami would be startled the first time. Sure, Masami would have enough money and corrupt cops, but the back of her mind told her that would only more significantly fall upon herself. If she got Zelda pegged down, the Suni would come after her to disfigure her lovely looks. Her beautiful body with the curves of Aphrodite and the face crafted by the gods-- damaged. Yes, she could get Suni arrested for assault and have surgery to fix her precious assets- but then it'll not be a natural beauty only being highlighted by makeup and her wealth~! Masami's rich personality and narcissus brain could not handle that. So she retreats and has to woe the idiot pretty boy in other methods. That won't stop her from being shitty toward Rai, but she is much more careful about it. She has to wait until the twins are at a very safe distance.
God won't touch TWO angry Visser siblings. So, please don't bother the twins and Rai carelessly, and then the twins won't bother them.
Short one but the fangirls is easily scared off by the twin's father. All he has to do is walk over to the group.
Aside from protecting Rai from brain rot fangirls, the twins and Fedelis are very sweet toward her. It was like the girl had just adopted two older sisters and an uncle/grandpa. They make up all the times the poor girl was left out. Letting her go cools things the other kids haven't done. Petting Vanilla Wafer, trying out new foods. Reading great novels and video games, or at least trying them out. Zelda taught the child to have fun and not give a shit about those who don't bother trying to know Rai as a person.
Papa Yamada at times tries to convince Suni to join a sports team-- cause he saw the girl's talent... but usually falls flat as Suni politely reclines and gets a silent glare from Zelda. He low-key fears Zelda after realizing how far that girl is willing to screw someone's life and gets away with it if pushed to do so. Prays that the rival clan wouldn't try to recruit her, or they'll be SCREWED. Believes their father to be a Kaiju... Like Gojira or Gamera. He's not wrong- Fedelis is intimating but very caring to his daughters. He may have tried to flirt with him one time in drag-- his ego was left bruised for a couple of weeks. Suni finds him overbearing; she is firm on her answer of not wanting to join a sports club or team. Yet he could not take no, so her patients for her teacher was wearing thin. And he better be wise to keep his mouth shut the next time. And Zelda is predisposed to be a little rebellious with authority figures, aside from those who have earned her good graces. The elder sister is just shaking her head at this adult idiot.
Mama Yamada she's happy about her children making friends with the Visser twins. Sure one needs a lot of self-confidence, and the other is an odd duck, but they don't give her son panic attacks and are very kind to her baby princess. She would trust them, besides her son, to babysit Rai. At first wary of their father-- but she realized he was a good man, a doctor. And maybe those Indo recipes buttered up the fierce housewife. The twins are a little wary of her. Mama Yamada seems to be missing part of her finger and is a bit freakishly ready to kill- from what they saw, her futilely beating sense in her husband and the side comments from other people. Like they know she is hiding something but cannot figure out why- at least not yet.
Now Riki-san he's just glad that the two girls are NORMAL. Like not hounding him and no romantic interest-- He had mixed emotions, this boy was hunted relentlessly, yet the twins were not that interested. It is nice, but it takes time for the boy to get used to it. Once, Zelda (a lesbian) said that she rates Vanilla wafer, her Furby, then Jollibee 6-pc Chickenjoy bucket with a side of rice and gravy. But he was glad about the comparison, weirdly. Maybe Zelda has a slight grudge against the boy as a forced closeted lesbian seeing this other closeted lbgt (Riki) being dumb as rocks and a coward not to turn down these love zombies. She can see that he is causing more misfortune to himself and his family (especially, in this case, to his little sister.) He failed his little sister by not recognizing the cause for not just setting a boundary. Sure, Zelda could tell him so- but how the girl sees it- her words would fall on deaf ears. So she and Suni wanted to make sure Rai had more smiles in her life and pick up his slack. (AKA their little sister now)
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