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avatarart · 11 days
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Louis-Léopold Boilly (1761-1845) "Portrait of Monsieur G. Giving his Daughter a Geography Lesson" (1812) Oil on canvas Located in the Kimbell Art Museum, Fort Worth, Texas, United States
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logwire · 6 months
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Crossing the Yellow Line
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kik1draws · 8 months
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“And so it starts, a perfectly ordinary fight between a parent and son…”
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scribophantasma · 7 months
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Modern Reader Adopts BOTW Link (Drabble)
Something goes wrong in the Resurrection Chamber. Link is awake, but he has yet to emerge. It's when small cries echo out that the spirit of the former king decided to go investigate.
Link is alive, but regressed in age so much that he's physically and mentally five years old! He didn't have the stanima to climb the wall, nor the strength to move boxes to help him climb over.
Desperate, the king spirit uses a form of ancient, forbidden magic to bring forth someone who could raise Link to be the hero Hyrule needs him to be in 3 years' time.
After getting over the shock of dimension travel, your immediate reaction was rage.
You encourage Link to wear your sound canceling headphones, and then you unleash your anger.
You rip into the ghost king with his past failures, reminding him that this is all his fault. Harshly critique his parenting skills and degrade him for the nerve of sending a child to fight an adult's war.
He argues back that Link is the descendant of a wielder of the Triforce and how some of his predecessors saved Hyrule at eight years old.
You show him Link's hand in response. No triforce symbol there.
"But how can this be?!" The king cried. "He's a direct descendant!"
"You fool. Courage is not a trait one inherits through bloodlines." You reply.
The king then tries to magically speed up Link's growth, but it hurts the child! You attack in retaliation. Ghost or not, you were throwing hands!
Your straightforwardness and protective nature earned you the triforce of courage, and you use it to end the ghost king like Harry Potter did Professor Quirrell. You choose to dwell on the fact that you have magic later and comfort your new son.
The child clings to your shirt, as far as his little arms could reach, and sobs as you cradle and nuzzle him.
"There, there. The bad man's gone now. Mommy made sure he wouldn't be able to hurt you any more."
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(Should I continue?)
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undead-knick-knack · 9 months
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It is still very funny to me that Sam watched this show with his kids
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sigyn-foxyposts · 3 months
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Loki would do this with all of his 6 kids- just saying 🤭
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I've been reading a lot of fanfictions that have Cloud Strife thrown back in time de-aged, to fix the world. And it is throwing me off some stories I bookmarked to read earlier. The relationship dynamics are completely different.
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chloeji · 4 months
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Grown up Attiana (Atticus x Juliana) who are now husband and wife, and their daughter "Anonna". Anonna inherited her father's silver hair color and love for fashion, and her mother's eye color and cheerful personality. She also wears Glimmet faced hair tie which hold her side braid.
Anonna's Japanese name is "Aki (アキ)" which means "Autumn (秋)" deriving from Atticus's Japanese name "Shuumei (秋明)", whereas Korean name is "Ga-Eul (가을)" which also means "Autumn (가을 추 秋)" also deriving from Atticus's Korean name "추명 (秋明).
"Anonna" means "Harvest Goddess" which matches autumn themed name with her Japanese and Korean name. Her English name also begins with a letter "A" just like her father "Atticus".
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seaside-writings · 1 year
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Prompt #715
"Hey, hey, it's alright; it's just a little scrap, nothing a band-aid and a kiss can't fix,"
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shallowcoffin · 4 months
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Sobbing over my babies
{ This is my oc Kurrin and their buir figure Alpha-17 }
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avatarart · 10 days
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andrewisdoing · 9 months
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eros-sinclair · 1 year
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This side took significantly less time, thank fuck
Also thank fuck for Procreate's Ability to copy layers from one canvas to another, so I didn't have to render Mirrah again.
But here he is with his angelic Parent; Luthael. They are decidedly Nonbinary and use They/Them, because I say so.
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livelaughwhump · 2 years
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Whump Fic: Part 2
Part 1 here
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Several hours passed since caretaker left whumpee's door, and whumpee had yet to leave their room. Thinking they must be starving, caretaker prepared whumpee's favorite meal and brought it to their door.
Caretaker gave a gentle knock. "Whumpee?" There was no response. Caretaker sighed. "Whumpee, I know you're mad at me, and that's okay, but I brought you something to eat." Whumpee still didn't respond. "It's your favorite!" Silence. Curious, caretaker tried the doorknob, only to find it unlocked. Looking up, caretaker pushed the door open and entered whumpee's room.
Atop the bed in the center of the room, whumpee lay curled up in a fetal position. Caretaker almost thought they were asleep, until they noticed whumpee's muscles tense. Caretaker frowned. "Hey," they tried. Whumpee didn't move. "I brought a peace offering." They held up the plate in their hands, but whumpee didn't look over.
"Do you regret adopting me?" Whumpee's small voice said.
Caretaker's eyes widened and they hurriedly sat beside whumpee on the bed. "No, of course not."
"Do you regret saving me?" Whumpee's voice shivered this time.
Caretaker's eyes burned and their breath hitched. They laid a hand on whumpee's leg. "Whumpee, the only thing I regret is not protecting you enough. I don't know what whumper did to you, but-"
Whumpee tensed again and caretaker's words died in their throat.
Whumpee sniffled and finally looked up at caretaker. Whumpee's eyes were red and puffy, as if they hadn't stopped crying the entire time they were alone.
"Why didn't you just tell me you didn't want me anymore?" Whumpee asked. Caretaker opened their mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Whumpee sat up and faced caretaker. "If I had known you were so unhappy, I would've tried to be better. I would've tried to be someone you could be proud to call your family."
"You don't think I'm proud of you?" Caretaker asked. "Whumpee, you are still so young, but you've gone through more than anyone should ever have to in their entire life, and you're still you. You didn't break, you didn't lose yourself. You are so strong, and I couldn't be more proud."
Whumpee's gaze wavered. "Just not proud enough to want to keep me?" they whispered.
Caretaker's heart dropped. "Oh, whumpee..." They gathered whumpee in their arms, guiding their head to rest on their shoulder. They rocked whumpee back and forth, rubbing soothing circles into their scarred back. Whumpee whimpered pathetically against caretaker's chest, gripping their shirt with a vice-like hold. "I am so sorry for all of those horrible things I said. I don't want you to think you're a burden, because you're not. You're still recovering, and you're making so much progress, and I'm so proud of you."
By now, whumpee was crying, their tears soaking through caretaker's t-shirt. "You don't have to lie," they sobbed. "I know I'm a screw-up, but I can be better, I promise. I can be useful, just please don't throw me away. I have nowhere else to go. Please."
Caretaker's heart broke upon hearing whumpee's desperate, broken pleas. Guilt swelled in their stomach. "Whumpee..."
"I can be good, I promise. I'll do whatever you say, I'll be whatever you want me to be. I know, you don’t want me, but please give me another chance. I swear, I can be good."
By now, caretaker's eyes were overflowing with tears as well. "Whumpee, there is absolutely nothing in this world that could make me even consider throwing you away. I love you, and I would never ask you to be anyone but yourself."
Whumpee sniffled and pulled themself out of caretaker's embrace. "Then-Then, what was all that on the phone? Why were you talking about sending me away?"
"I wasn't. I was talking about getting you a therapist." Whumpee's gaze wavered. "I know you won't talk to me, but I figured you might want to talk to a professional. Someone you can be sure won't judge you or make you feel unwanted. I think it would benefit both of us."
Whumpee turned their face away, their cheeks flushing red. "I feel so stupid," they whispered.
"You're not stupid, whumpee. It was just a misunderstanding. I'm sorry I said all of those things. I should never have made you feel unwanted. Adopting you was the best decision I ever made."
Tears welled in whumpee's eyes again, and they once again buried their face in caretaker's chest. "Thank you," whumpee sobbed. Caretaker raised a confused brow. "Thank you for wanting me, and taking care of me. Thank you for being so kind to me."
Caretaker smiled sadly and kissed the top of whumpee's head. "Of course. You deserve every good thing in life, and I will make sure you believe that someday. I will do everything in my power to make sure you love yourself the way I do."
Whumpee sniffled. "I love you, caretaker."
"I love you too, darling. I never want you to forget that."
Whumpee didn't even mind that their food had gone cold.
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Sorry this is so long. I didn't mean to make this two parts, but I have a tendency to overwrite
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