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roseaesynstylae · 10 months

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Here’s some random ideas about pets.

Mihawk: Owns a dog. Not just any dog, however, but a goofy Golden Retriever who doesn’t have a mean impulse in his body and almost certainly has no brain cells either.

Law: Also owns a dog. In his case, it’s a cute little puppy that came up to him on the street with the tail wagging and these floppy ears and a face that said “Henlo! We frens?!” Cue the adoption and Law’s heart growing a few sizes.

Akainu: Owns a dog of unknown gender that virulently loathes everyone who isn’t him. Recruits have learned to dread the sound of its toenails clicking. There are many who fantasize about throwing it overboard, even animal lovers.

Kid: The world’s worst-tempered cat has latched on to him. The only people it (no one has the courage to check its gender) likes are Kid and Killer. Everyone else shudders in terror when asked to pet sit.

Drake: Reptiles. There are dozens of snakes and lizards he keeps in his house. Mention them and he’ll keep you prisoner while he rants about every detail of their life lives. There have been a few unfortunate occurrences when people staying over with him have woken up to a snake on them.

Bege: Owns a pair of giant, mastiff-like dogs. They look intimidating but they’re total sweethearts in reality. The only time this wasn’t true was when Chiffon was pregnant. They became extremely protective, snarling at everyone, even him, when she was approached. Bege applauded this. Currently, they’re the world’s best babysitters to Pez.

Doflamingo: Has an entire aviary of birds that he dotes on and treats much better than he does everyone else. No one, and I mean no one, interrupts him when he’s with them.

Katakuri: While he has a dog (a big one, so he can keep track of her better), there’s an entire clowder of cats that lives with him. The story of how he acquired them is pretty sad, though: A few years back, he accidentally stepped on a mama-cat. Feeling really guilty, he decided to take care of the kittens. One thing lead to another and he ended up a cat dad.

King: Has a bunch of animals he rescued from experiments. He takes out all altruistic/paternal/“soft” feelings on them so they don’t get in the way of his job. At least, that’s his excuse for why he dotes on them.

Page One: Has several cats and looks forward to them eating his corpse when he dies.

Yamato: Has an entire pack of dogs that accompany him. They sleep together in a cuddle-puddle.

#one piece #trafalgar law #dracule mihawk #eustass kid #akainu #x drake #capone bege #donquixote doflamingo #charlotte katakuri #king one piece #page one #yamato one piece

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sugdenlovesdingle · 8 months

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Random list of rwrb headcanons that nobody asked for but I'm posting anyway

- Alex is a complete mama's boy but Henry is closer to Oscar and it's well into Ellen's second term when he stops feeling slightly intimidated by her ("she's not just your mother, Alex, she's the president of the United States!")

- Henry becomes an honorary member of Los bastardos, even though his Spanish is nowhere near good enough to be able to follow their conversations when they get going. He starts learning on the sly and one day at Oscar's lake house surprises them by just casually switching to Spanish mid conversation. Alex is gobsmacked, Oscar is delighted, Rafa just laughs and carries on with the conversation.

- Alex turns his loud, brash, rude American side and his texan accent up to 100 whenever he's around Philip for more than 5 minutes, just to get a rise out of him. It works every time.

- When Philip and Martha have kids, they come visit Alex and Henry in Texas once. They only stay for a few days but by the end uncle Alex has them saying y'all in a texan accent and nagging their parents for a puppy because David is so cute.

- Alex gets Miguel banned from all things white house press and convinces Catherine to do the same for Buckingham Palace even though the chances of him even trying to report on that are pretty much 0.

- They're both really careful about what they post online and who gets to see it, but one time Alex forgot to check the settings and accidentally posted a selfie of the two of them lounging in bed on a lazy Sunday morning on his public stories and of course it went viral. And even though it wasn't anywhere near nsfw, Henry was mortified, Zahra's ulcer got a second ulcer, and Alex decided to turn it into a #thing and get people to post pictures of them chilling in bed with their partners. Nora posts a picture of her, June, and Pez together and suddenly the headlines aren't about Alex and Henry anymore.

- At Shaan and Zahra's wedding Alex isn't allowed to so much as breathe in the near vicinity of the cake, and she instructs Henry to make sure he's on the opposite side of the room at all times. "But Henry shoved me!" "I did not darling and you know it."

- Whenever one of them gets up before the other, David jumps onto the bed and takes their spot and refuses to move unless bribed with treats (Henry) or grabbing him and moving him (Alex - and then lets him back on the bed as soon as he's settled under the covers again).

- After Henry abdicates, the first thing Alex does when it's all official is register him to vote in both countries (after checking with Catherine to make sure he's allowed now).

- the Instagram account for David is Alex's idea, Henry thinks it's ridiculous and that nobody is going to want to follow it. But Alex proves him wrong when he sets it up and posts the first picture and the likes and comments blow up his phone. It takes a little more time for Henry to get on board but when he does, he updates David's account more than his own.

#Red white and royal blue #Firstprince

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klonoadreams · 27 days

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Possible name for the potential Katakuri and Honey’s baby if you decide to down that route; bon bon.

Now this name has layers; first, a bon bon is a small sweet confection and is literally the French word for candy, so you have the Charlotte’s family naming scheme covered. Secondly, bon bon differs in only one letter from bun bun, so if you take a little leap in logic you could say that name is also referencing Honey’s devil fruit. Thirdly, it makes sense that Honey would name her beloved child partially after her beloved younger sister, with also having bon bon be a nickname that Honey calls her sister by, just to add the extra sweet factor

But yes, the image of Kuma being handed his grandchild to hold before he succumbs to the programming, gently holding this small tanned bundle that shares the same pink hair as his beloved wife and daughters. Knowing that even after all of the horrible times that his daughters have gone through, that they’re still living and surviving, making families of their own….

I think that it would, if not grant him a complete sense of closure, would allow him to be calm and think about how proud he his of his daughters in his final moments

THAT'S SO FUCKING CUTE, I"M LOSING MY MIND 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

part of why Honey also ended up as a rabbit is also because of "honey bun", so it was part of a pun. BUT BON BON IS SO CUTE.

BABY BON BON, I HAVE TO KEEP THE BABY NOW. And Honey does call Bonney, Bon-Bon as a cutesy nickname, because she loves her baby sister SO much!!!

Was genuinely thinking of this scene, while Kuma is guarding the Thousand Sunny, with Honey going to Sabaody to show Bon Bon off to Kuma, like while he's still in the throes of his programming, but the slight reaction from it, shows her some hope. Because despite it all, he is still in there. That love that keeps him strong no matter what.

Also, Bonney holding Bon Bon and just falling asleep with the baby on a massive pillow, and drooling on the pillow after the two just eat a LOT of food.

I know Katakuri was just picked out because out of everyone, he fits best with Honey (but also hair color made my brain go, owo), but I also genuinely think his time with Honey has actually been very good for him, for the way Honey never made a comment about his face, and more than anything, demanded he eat with her

It's official, I'm going this route, it's too damn sweet and I'm sobbing over this baby, and Bonney also loving this baby, and while it was a mess of a start, Honey also realizing HOW Kuma was able to love Bonney at first glance, cuz Honey had her mixed feelings at first because she was like, only ten when Bonney was born, and her Mama is gone. Obviously, it would take her time versus an adult like Kuma already having a far more complex development with his feelings. He can manage them better while Honey is still a child, her brain still developing and all that. Then she holds Bon Bon for the first time, she just sobs cuz she realizes how it clicks so well, and also realizes that these feelings of unconditional love are what Kuma would have felt as well, despite how Bonney's birth came to be. And it just gives her a sense of calm and bittersweet happiness. Because she and Katakuri can make the most of it, despite Big Mom's presence. Just like Chiffon and Bege, with baby Pez. Baby Bon Bon coming out like a baby girl, maybe on the androgynous side with long hair and a boyish appearance that's somewhat like Katakuri. Bon Bon likes Papa, but Bon Bon will follow Mama more and Katakuri will let them leave, if it means keeping Big Mom away from them. at least until everything is safe. :V

#ask #blackberrybookshelf #one piece #one piece oc #bartholomew kuma #charlotte katakuri #mischievous function (fanfic)#bartholomew honey #bon bon (oc)#one piece spoilers #I AM IN AWE OF THIS ALL #THIS IS BEAUTIFUL #MY HEART

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kiddos-safe-space · 16 days

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This kiddo has a sweet tooth 💖🍬

I had a day out with mama bear today and we spoiled eachother hehe I got cotton candy from a cool cotton candy vending machine in the mall and I got Pez and a Lollipop at the Hello Kitty Cafe 💖

#age regression #kiddo speaks #agere

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ungojirasapiente · 2 months

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a quick drawing of oarfish mom (AKA Tatsumiya), 'cus i felt like drawing her again after some time. ------

un rapido dibujo de mama pez remo (AKA Tatsumiya), porque senti que tenia que dibujarla de nuevo despues de un tiempo. --- WATGBS (and Tatsumiya) by Funamusea

#okegom #deep sea prisoner #my art #funamuseart #wadanohara and the great blue sea #tatsumiya #tatsumiya okegom #tatsumiya watgbs #watgbs #ounabara to wadanohara #oarfish #fish girl

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 5 months

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♾️ Richie + the delicate squad?

100% RWRB

which I know sounds obvious but hear me out

Troy is Alex, of course. Mama's boy, divorced parents, wants to go into politics because of someone in his family, overachiever, drinks too much coffee, chaotic bisexual king

And you might think that Harry is Henry but no, Harry is Nora. Troybest friend but also very close family friends. First person that Troy/Alex comes out to, first person he tells when he enters a relationship, they've had sex.

Which makes Vicki their June, rounding out the trio. Basically Troy's sister, Harry is her best friend. Complicated but loving relationship with her mother, voice of reason of the group, Lottie's other child

Now, who do we know who is very closeted, has a toxic and extremely controlling grandmother, neglectful mother, no father. One sibling who is their grandmother's clear favourite and the all around perfect child, another who's the complete wild child who tries to take care of him and who he tries to take care of.

I present to you, Richie as Prince Henry.

Which, of course, makes Kirsty his Bea. Addict, got sober for her brother after he had a breakdown over it. Bea has her music and Kirsty does musicals. Would pour a pot of tea on someone, always ready to stand up for her beliefs, does charity work for addiction recovery programs, would kill a man for her brother.

Which brings us to Logan as Pez. Chaotic rich boy with neglectful parents, ride or die bestie, gets shipped with half the squad, always doing something completely crazy but no one is surprised anymore, Mr "do it for the plot"

#ask #answered #the witching ash #delicate #crossover ship

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rokenrol · 1 year

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Aida Šečić Nezirević: Zaboravi Alinu

Moj sin Karim sprema kafu. Posmatram ga dok vadi teglicu smeđeg praha iz kuhinjskog ormarića koji sam, iz čiste dosade, prelijepila tapetama šarenog dezena. Šarena kuhinja s motivom Ajfelovog tornja podsjeća me na jedno i jedino putovanje u taj grad, prije dvadeset pet godina. Sjećam se plača jedne žene u autobusu, kojoj su javili da joj je iznenada umrla majka. Sjećam se i kako sam se čudila činjenici da je Mona Liza zapravo prilično mala slika. Karim zvecka kašičicama, lupka ladicom, sipa sitni bijeli šećer u naše šolje. Prvo mojoj mami, meni, pa sebi.

Moja mama nije umrla. Ili jeste? Sjedi, stoji, hoda i govori, ali mi ne znamo šta govori. Umro je, nakon teškog moždanog udara prije tristo dana, njen razum. Moj sin Karim donosi kafu na sto.

„Šta bismo sad mogli raditi?“, pita.

Kad sam imala dvadeset četiri godine, dobila sam kćerku Alinu. Pri rođenju, bila je teška tri kilograma i tristo pedeset grama. Bezbrojne sam sate provela s njom, vozeći je u ljubičastim kolicima, na Vilsonovom šetalištu. Moja Alina imala je najljepšu boju kose na svijetu – onu starog zlata. Ili meda, kako hoćete. Presijavala se i vječno joj padala niz malena, uspravna leđa. Rijetko ju je vezivala u rep. Podsjećala je na princeze iz one prve debele Diznijeve knjige koju sam imala kao dijete. Uživala sam češljati moju kćerku. Alinin je tata bio moj dečko i poginuo je u saobraćajnoj nesreći kad je Alini bilo sedam mjeseci. Policajci s plavim kapama šablonski su nam zakucali na vrata i šablonski kazali da im je žao. Mrzim šablone, mrzim formule, mrzim redaradi. Ja sam ta koja je ostala. Ostala bez njega. Ostala kad su svi tješitelji otišli. Ali sam znala da će suze proći. Uostalom, imala sam ono što mnoge mlade samohrane majke nisu. Posao lektorice u jednoj maloj ali uspješnoj izdavačkoj kući. Rješenje je u pomirenju, rekao je neko. I ja sam se pomirila. Smrt sam prihvatila onako kako sam prihvatila i život. Smrt svog oca. Smrt Alininog oca.

Jedino nisam mogla prihvatiti gubitak Aline.

„Možda da pogledamo neki film“, kažem i prinosim šoljicu usnama. Kafa je dobra i vrela, a mi imamo vremena napretek. Možemo pogledati i pet filmova, jedan za drugim. Jutros je Karim odslušao svoja onlajn predavanja. Ja sam imala snage lektorisati šesnaest stranica romana na kojem trenutno radim i zaključila da je za jutro dosta gramatike, pravopisa, slovnih grešaka i stila. Poklopila sam laptop. Nakon toga sam oprala mami stražnjicu, promijenila joj pelenu, uhvatila je za ramena kad su joj bosa stopala zaplesala po mokrim pločica i dala joj terapiju, skrivenu u puding od čokolade. Zadihala sam se.

„Može“, kaže Karim i mijenja kanale, nalazi Dječaci ne plaču.

„Ovo?“, pita.

„Ne baš“, kažem ja.

Smiješimo se.

Moja kćerka Alina sa pet se godina voljela igrati pez-figuricama. Poredala bi ih u krug, male lutke s kutijicama umjesto tijela, i igrala se porodice. Helo Kiti bi bila kćerka, šerif Vudi tata, Barbi mama, i tako redom. Ona bi mahala ručicama i klamparala jezikom, udahnjujući lutkama život. A meni bi ruke podrhtale.

Sa šest je krenula u školu, kod punačke smeđokose učiteljice zelenih očiju. Kad bi se vratila, zajedno bismo pisale njenu zadaću, a zatim bismo crtale sve što bi nam padalo na pamet. Uspavljivala sam se milujući joj meku kosu, katkada pjevušeći: Moja draga sad je u Japanu, a katkad joj pričajući bajke o malim stopalima, imenom Mini i Mimi, koja putuju svijetom. Zaspale bismo nos uz nos, a ja bih prelazila prstom po linijama njenog lica i vrata. Moja kćerka. Moja Alina.

Došao je jednog vikenda, iz svojeg iznajmljenog stančića na periferiji, da pokupi neke stvari iz svoje stare sobe i da „obiđe baku“. Bilo je to prije mjesec i pol dana. Prije toga, cijelih pet godina, moj sin Karim i ja gotovo da nismo razgovarali. I kad jesmo, kao sredstvo konverzacije koristili smo vrištanje.

„Ti patiš za Alinom. Ti mene ne voliš. A ni ja više ne volim tebe“.

„Zašto onda dolaziš u moj stan? Idi!“

„Dolazim da vidim baku, glupačo! Ona me voli. Ovo nije tvoj stan, nego njen stan“.

„Ne govori mi da sam glupača! Mater sam ti“.

„Ne. Ja nisam tvoje dijete. Tvoje dijete je Alina“.

Moja mama, dok je još bila zdrava, uvijek je stajala na stranu moga sina Karima. Čudno, jer kad sam ja, u svojoj mladosti, kidala konvencije i rušila predrasude, bivala je zaprepaštena.

„Sine“, govorila je tada, „sine, to nije uredu. Šta će svijet kazati, sine?“

Uvijek bih u tim trenucima dobivala želju da vrisnem iz sveg glasa da ja nisam „sin“, ali sam se suzdržavala jer sam sebe ubijedila da me nije bitno šta ona misli ili kaže. Nije mi, kasnije, bilo važno ni šta misli Karim. Jedino što sam htjela bilo je da se vrati Alina.

„Ne možeš da je zaboraviš“, nastavljao je Karim, s mješavinom zlobe i gorčine. „Samo o njoj misliš. Rugaš se baki i govoriš da je zaostala, a ti si, ustvari, ona koja je zaostala. Tvoje kćerkice više nema. Shvati. Nema je, nema je, nema je“.

Unosio mi se u lice, izazivajući me da mu udarim šamar. Nisam to učinila. Zašto bih? Imao je pravo. Alina više ne postoji. Odlazila sam u svoju sobu posve mirno, tiho zatvarala vrata i lijegala na krevet s njenim plišanim bijelim medvjedićem na podlaktici. Bio joj je omiljena igračka i nije znala zaspati bez njega. Samo sam njega zadržala. Ostalo je završilo u kontejneru. Milovala sam ga i pjevušila mu: Moja draga sad je u Japanu …

Sa petnaest se godina moja kćerka Alina upisala u jednu od sarajevskih gimnazija. Imala je dobre ocjene, ali se od mene počela udaljavati. Za to sam krivila njezino društvo. Kad sam je izgubila, mrzila sam ih više nešto sam mislila da mogu mrziti. Zašto nisam bolje pazila s kime se druži? Zašto je nisam kontrolisala, upozoravala, uhodila? Zašto? Zašto? Zašto?

Neposredno nakon Karimovog vikend-dolaska, stigla je naredba da se ostane u kućama. I Karim je bio prisiljen ostati sa mnom, ma koliko da je to mrzio. Uselio se u staru dječiju sobu, poredao je svoje knjige i skripte po radnom stolu, navukao tamnoplavu dječačku posteljinu na do tada ogoljen krevet. Moja mama je bila radosna. Sreća joj je kipila iz bezrazumnih očiju. Mene nikad, ni u trenucima punih zdravlja, nije tako gledala. Bila sam drska. Bila sam neposlušna. Vanserijska. Mimo svijeta. Ni kad je oboljela, nije postala nježnija. Ja sam joj brisala guzicu, mijenjala joj pelene pune žute, smrdljive mase, vadila joj iz usta protezu, čistila sline iz nosa, ali nisam zasluživala sreću u njenim očima.

Nestala je kad joj je bilo osamnaest. Činila sam sve što sam mogla da je nađem, da je vratim. A mogla sam jedino plakati. Ostavila mi je srebrenaste strije ispod pupka i dvije pojedene izdužene dojke, jednu dužu od druge, kao dokaz da je bila tu. Moja kćer. Moja Alina.

Trideset sedam dana nakon početka izolacije, koja za mene to i nije bila jer sam išla u poštu, u banku, u prodavnicu, dobila sam temperaturu. Počeli su me boljeti kukovi, toliko da nisam mogla ni sjediti ni ležati ni hodati duže od deset minuta. Morala sam, ipak, otići u dva kilometra udaljenu ambulantu, da mi se uspostavi dijagnoza. Tu je nastao problem. Nisam smjela voziti, u strahu da bi mi u autu moglo pozliti, nisam smjela ni sjesti u tramvaj, bilo bi to neetički. Otišla sam pješice, jedva. Kašljala sam. Pitali su me s kim živim. Rekla sam. Bolesna stara majka i – sin. Nijedno nema simptome. Boravim u svojoj sobi. Ležim jer nemam snage ustati. Rekli su mi da nastavim tako. Da se izolujem. Neka mi hranu ostavljaju pred sobnim vratima.

Zaražena čudnim, novim virusom od kojeg se umire dok dlanom od dlan, legla sam u krevet. Možda. Ću. Umrijeti. Zvučalo mi čudno, ali naviknut ću se s vremenom. Rješenje je u pomirenju. Razmišljala sam kako bih trebala nekako otići do kuhinje i napraviti sebi šolju čaja. Razmišljala sam i o majci. Nekako bih je trebala, ne trebala nego morala, presvući. Nisam to učinila cijeli dan. Sigurno smrdi, sigurno je na žutom prekrivaču, prebačenom preko njene fotelje u dnevnom boravku, mokar krug. Smrdi. Kuća smrdi. Sve smrdi.

„Mama? Spavaš?“

Moj sin Karim stajao je na vratima s poslužavnikom na kojem je bio tanjur. Duboki tanjur s motivom poljskog sela, iz pribora koji je mama nekad davno donijela s ekskurzije u Krakovu. Pušilo se.

„Donio sam ti supu. Kako se osjećaš?“

„Ne mogu jesti“.

„Moraš“.

„Stalno kašljem“.

„Zato i moraš. Što više tečnosti. Da napojiš pluća, mama“.

Nosio je plavu masku preko nosa i usta. Spremao se da prekorači prag.

„Ne ulazi“, vrisnula sam, užasnuta mišlju da bi se i on mogao zaraziti, da bi mogao umrijeti.

„Onda ustani, uzmi i pojedi ovu supu. Molim te. Ne želim da odeš u bolnicu“.

Izgledao je tužno. Nakon što je otišao niz hodnik, poslušala sam ga.

„Mama“, nekoliko sati poslije ponovo se pojavio na pragu i zadovoljno pogledao prazan tanjur, „ja sam oprao i presvukao baku“.

„Jesi?“. O hvala ti, hvala ti, hvala ti.

„Jesam. Ona sad spava“.

Kad sam imala dvadeset tri godine, ostala sam trudna. Odmah sam znala da će biti djevojčica. Željela sam kćerku toliko da je svaka pomisao kako bih mogla roditi dječaka u meni izazivala očaj. Valjda zato što je moja majka uvijek više voljela mog brata nego mene. On je bio ljubazan. Poslušan. Drag i pitom. On je sad u Kamberi. Jeste, voljela ga je više nego mene. Valjda.

I očajnička želja mi se ispunila. Valjda.

Jednog je jutra temperature nestalo, a bol je prestala gristi moje kosti pri svakom majušnom pokretu. Odgegala sam u dnevnu sobu. Na televiziji se prikazivao „Lud, zbunjen, normalan“, neka od starijih epizoda. Mama je sjedila, sitnih, u naborano lice utisnutih očiju, i buljila u televizor poput nemirnog djeteta kojeg je najednom nešto jako zainteresovalo. Karim, moj sin, čitao je neku knjigu. Pred njim je bila kafa, pred mamom napola pojeden doručak.

„Zdravo“, rekla sam tiho.

„Zdravo“, rekao je moj sin skočivši na noge. „Kako si?“

„Već tri dana nemam temperaturu. Ništa me ne boli. Mislim da je najgore prošlo“.

„Drago mi je“.

„Hvala ti“.

„Nema na čemu, mama“.

Prišla sam mu. Sad je pravi trenutak. Sad.

„Mogu li te zagrliti … sine?“

Nije se trznuo, nije se iznenadio. Čudno, gledao me s razumijevanjem. I desilo se čudo. Više nisam bila tužna. Rješenje je u pomirenju.

„Naravno“, rekao je jednostavno.

Zagnjurila sam glavu u vrat svog transrodnog djeteta.

#aida šečić nezirević

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tessathegamefreak · 6 months

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Eeee! Clara is seeing a dragon version of herself being born out of an egg! With different versions of her parents or Mama Dragon and Papa Dragon, as she calls them) present!

Now, if this happened in the arcade of the Next-Gen universe, what are the Next-Gen children's reactions to this?

(These were drawn by @redscorpiocat X3)

Tootsie Fluggerbutter: Aw! Look at how happy that family is

Autumn Eve Orangeboar: So awesome! And cute!

Pepo "Fun-Sized" Orangeboar: It's so freaky, but cool!!!

Jolly-O Wipplesnit: Whoa, this is like a really cool manga scene!

Telrina L'amato: Oh- The popping out of the egg is kind of gross, but... The baby dragon is so cute...

Kaffe L'amato: The miracle of life...

Sabrosita Chamoy-Bing-Bing: Ah, I see a new life force has been added to the world. Welcome

Cerecita Chamoy-Bing-Bing: Uh.... Clara, you do see the dragon looks like you, right?....

Cadbury Treat: That's where babies come from?? Did I come from a chocolate egg?...

Akai "Pez" Treat: ... No Cadbury... But, you gotta admire how happy the family is

Oriana Batterbutter: Oh, It's always so beautiful to see the start of life!

Brezziana Flugpucker: *cracks open a soda and sips* Nice.

Dade Brumblestain: *He watches the scene, his eyes wide* ... Baby?.. Eggie.... Babies come fwom eggies? I need to tell mommy, now!!!

Sourpat just watched. She knows babies don't come from eggs, but she does remember when her dad told her she was kneaded and stretched from gelatin. She wonders if this is how Sourbill and Coalette felt after she finished forming.

Guard-It Gloria: Well, ain't that just something?

Deidamia: Wow. It's like watching a baby Cybug hatch, except I don't want to kill it....

Felix the III: ... *He looks at the dragon, then at Clara* ... *He chose to stay silent about the resemblance*

Steep: Huh. S'o that's what it'th like to have loving parentth...

Florence Von Schweetz: Wow... I know this is a happy moment, but it makes me miss my own father...

Anatoly: WHOA! That is wild! I have never seen a live birth before! It's a miracle!

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Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move.

Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move. https://ift.tt/HTASYtz by ChxosMagjc Alex hated Henry Fox, the transfer student who joined Mcquiston High in the middle of his Freshman Year. He hates his stupid British accent. He hated his hazel eyes and how he lied about his height (He is NOT 6'2" for fucks sake!). He hates his polite voice and how sophisticated he talked. He hated the way he looked at you like you were the most important person in the world when you speak. He hates how his hands look so soft. He hates his lips, how kissable and plump they were. And...He hates that he is attracted to him. a.k.a The High School AU of the FirstPrince that no one asked for. Well maybe I did. A lot of this is based off of Heartstopper. SO it is kind of a heartstopper au but firstprince edition. Words: 600, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Ellen Claremont, Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Arthur Fox, Catherine Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Zahra Bankston, Shaan Srivastava, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Rafael Luna, Miguel Ramos (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz/Nora Holleran, Alex Claremont-Diaz & Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz & Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor & Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor & Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Alex Claremont-Diaz & June Claremont-Diaz, Ellen Claremont & Alex Claremont-Diaz, Zahra Bankston & Ellen Claremont, Zahra Bankston/Shaan Srivastava, Zahra Bankston & Alex Claremont-Diaz, Catherine Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor & Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Arthur Fox/Catherine Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz & Rafael Luna, June Claremont-Diaz/Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor/Nora Holleran, Alex Claremont-Diaz & June Claremont-Diaz & Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor & Nora Holleran, Miguel Ramos/Alex Claremont-Diaz(Past) Additional Tags: this is going to get very gay. very fast, My First Work in This Fandom, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry is a dork, This is kinda a Heartstopper AU, But yk Red White and Royal Blue, Not entirely heartstopper au, Just a High School setting, First time writing a fix, Fresh off the high of RWRB (The Movie) and Season 2 of Heartstopper, I'm an American so pardon if my British Lingo is poor, And if the characters are a little out of character: Sorry, newbie writer, gay people, Bi People, gay shit, there will be smut eventually, One-sided hatred, Fuck Miguel Ramos, Miguel Ramos is the Ben Hope of this story, Mama Ellen Claremont has POWERPOINTS galore, Siblings Supporting Siblings, Bisexual Disaster Alex Claremont-Diaz, Alex Claremont-Diaz Loves Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/bDwqe16 August 12, 2023 at 12:26AM

#IFTTT #ao3feed #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #ChxosMagjc

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cesarspeed · 11 months

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Aparece otro pez extraño en la Laguna algunos expertos mencionan que se trata del mítico Pez-cueson o Pne-lagarto o un Mama-ti

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elpuntomasimportante · 1 year

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La banda de los menchos

"La banda esta conformada por. La torta. Las wappas.las rondon El pesillo. Los arepa. El fuertote. El martilló. El mareo. La pala. La testosterona. Los babys. La diba. Los charitos. El trator. Los sucios. Los puercos. Los mugrosos. El galán .El ken. La divinas. Los papis. Las Teresa. Las del barrio. Las del a 47. Las akka50 Los cartel. Las barbis. Las princesa. Las ballenas. El pez. El atún. Las lulas. Los chapeta. Los choques. Las mamis. El aleman. Los flirteos. Los pebes. Las rubias. Los mercy. El cacahuate japonés. Los bechamel. Los trolls rusoe. Los sangre azul. Las big mama. Los donde estan los niños 2. Los payaso. Los james. Los Jordan.Los putin. Las depredador. Las screen. Los patricios. Los LARRY langosta. Los no manches. Los kiobole. Este grupo de personas opera en gran parte del mundo. Su red esta conformada por importantes personajes por eso es imposible si disolución".

Porque el ideal es pura gente pendega...

Filosofía nicheANA solo recuerda como murió y era importante.

ÁNGEL R. O.

#escritos #frases de tumblr #citas en tumblr #tumblarians #frases #frases de amor

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bictxh · 2 years

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MAMA SOY UN PEZ

SIII ESA

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Gracias @librosascen 💜💜 ・・・ #lavidaprivadadecarminamassot @gemmalienas @harpercollinsiberica @clubdelecturall Decir que me ha gustado esta novela es quedarme corta, es de ese tipo que se te queda anclada y nunca se olvida, pues esa es mi primera impresión. 📚📚 Una novela escrita con mucha delicadeza y con mucho tacto siendo un tema duro, una historia muy emotiva y que te cuenta que no hay que tener miedo a la muerte. 📚📚 Esta escrita en dos épocas diferentes, actual en el que nos cuenta como Carmina (protagonista) es diagnosticada de cáncer y le queda poco tiempo, leer como se enfrenta a ello es increíble, como quiere dejar todo preparado para el día que se vaya, es uuuuufs una pasada. Y en el año 1956 nos cuenta siendo ella joven como pasó por el amor de su vida y se vio envuelta en la busqueda de un cuadro. Hay más personajes como su pez( ¿quien no ha tenido conversaciones con alguien que sabes que no te va contestar?) pues eso pasa con Mobby. Sebastián, su amigo de toda la vida y que nos dará que pensar. Las sobrinas (coreutas) como ella las llama un apodo muy cariñoso. Jerónima (la mama) con un papel cortito pero muy importante. Algunos más hay pero creo que es mejor que lo leais. 📚📚 No es una novela de espías, para mi es un canto a la vida, cuando es mayor por no querer perder su independencia ,y de joven porque es un personaje muy adelantado a su época. 📚📚 Hay una frase "pobre tía, se morirá sin saber nada de las maravillas del sexo". Está es al principio y os puedo asegurar que se lo pasó genial pero para descubrirlo tendréis que leerla y de verdad que merece la pena. Tiene muchísimas frases que no debéis perderos. 📚📚 Si lo queréis ver 👇 El encuentro completo está disponible en nuestro canal de YouTube https://www.youtube.com/c /LocuradelibrosPepaMuñoz #librosascen #zoomClubDeLecturaLL #bookstagramer #novelahistórica #novelaficcion #NovelaNegra #booksreader #Instagram #loverbook #esperanza #lectores #instalbook #science #57 #espias #barcelona #amor #sobrinas #caballeros (en Club de Lectura LL) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfTngb7jYJC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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