#It is in fact a mode for actual infants

[dorenarox]

Arenanet when they give the SAB modes a new name for the FIVE MILIONTH TIME-

#What was wrong with ''Infantile'' #It is in fact a mode for actual infants #I hate this mode so much #It was done to shut those scrub crybabies up because they don't understand how to jump and not run into traps #You know. Something only an infant would do.

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 8th

Breeding, Papa Nihil x Reader

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Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Breeding; power imbalance; dubcon; Nihil is a selfish lover tbh; no after care; dirty talk; degradation; manipulation; this is actually really creepy and dark, please don’t read this if older men manipulating younger women for sex triggers you; use of scissors to cut off clothes; no foreplay; unprotected sex; piv sex; minor restraint; praise kink;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask (if you want to be added to the list please let me know!)

The following fic contains scenes and elements that some may find disturbing. I have highlighted particular content warnings above that may be particularly triggering to some. If you are in any way in a place where this fic could trigger you, please do not read ahead. Your mental health is more important than a work of fiction.

I do not condone the actions taken in this fic. Please remember that it is a work of fiction, and meant for entertainment purposes only.

Thank you.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

As this is dark fiction, I'm choosing to rate it 21+. Please respect my rating. Thank you.

You were merely a young sister in the Satanic Church when you met him. You’d barely taken your vows, just out of your teenage years and not even making a name for yourself in the Ministry when you assigned your first job. Papa Nihil, the founder of the Ghost Project and head of the Satanic Church, was spending the early 60s touring multiple countries, attempting to topple governments and recruit new members to the church. It was your job, while on tour, to make sure Nihil got everything he needed and that he was comfortable. His son, Primo, who was the same age as you, had been left behind to run things in his father’s absence and take care of his two infant brothers. His father got to gallivant and do what or whom he liked.

Nihil enjoyed the fame and success the Ghost Project brought him and the church, and while it wasn’t considered “righteous” to fornicate with others out of wedlock, it still didn’t sit correctly in most people’s moral codes. He enjoyed strings of girls, each one a different variety to the other. Nihil wasn’t picky, and that was perhaps the only good thing about him. If you had a vulva he wanted you, end of story. But this was his biggest problem, as he was already promised to a different sister, a future Prime Mover - and it wasn’t his favourite Ministry squeeze, Sister Imperator.

But this was how you found yourself sat on your 45-year-old Papa’s sofa, his hand grasping harshly at your thigh and his painted lips attached to your neck. That very same hand moved up towards your core and began to rub you through your tights and panties. You weren’t entirely comfortable with this situation. You wanted to give Nihil what he asked for, and in fact your body was craving it, but your mind constantly thought of his future Prime Mover and his lover, who was only in the next room. You told him this, said that you could go and get Sister Imperator for him. But it was no good. Papa Nihil wanted you. “You wouldn’t deny your Papa, would you?” He murmured into your neck. His fingers were swiping just right on your clit and had you gasping out. “More importantly, you wouldn’t deny your Dark Father, would you? He loves the gifts you give him. Will you, scricciolina? Will you give Him what He asks for?” Little Wren. He liked calling you that because you were as sweet and soft as one, a fitting name for someone so cute and pliant.

You nodded. “Y-yes, Papa.” You replied, your hips beginning to buck to meet his hands.

“Brava ragazza. Stendersi. Spread yourself open for me.”

You lay on your back on the couch, Nihil pulling himself away from you just long enough to let it happen. It didn’t matter that you were still fully clothed, Nihil always preferred it when you were while in public spaces. Not that he’d stop fucking you if he got caught. He always said it was to preserve your modesty, but there was always a darker look in his eye when he grabbed the scissors from their location and sliced through your tights. He’d slice your panties too if he were impatient enough, which, today, he was.

You heard the familiar rip of your tights before you felt the coldness of the blade against your labia. One horizontal snip later, your panties were now destroyed and your sweet, delectable cunt exposed to Nihil’s predatory gaze. He palmed himself through his trousers at the sight of you, but it didn’t take long before his cock was out and lined up to your entrance. You were wet enough to welcome him without pain, but not so wet as for the stretch to be completely comfortable or pleasurable. But even so, he pushed all the way in not even considering your own state. The groan he released was somewhat primal, and just the feeling of your unprepared hole was enough to get the man going.

He braced himself on top of you, letting his whole weight on your body and pressing you down into the sofa. He began babbling incoherently in your ear as he fucked you for his own pleasure. “Ecco, take it like a good girl. Take your Papa’s cock.”

You felt completely degraded but there was a huge part of you that was thrilled by this. Knowing that Nihil didn’t care for you, knowing that he was just using you to get what he wanted excited you to the point where you should be concerned. But the more he thrust in and out of you, the wetter you became. The closer he got to cumming inside you, the tighter you squeezed without realising you were doing it.

What if he came inside you? What if he got you pregnant? The thought of it should disgust you. This man was old enough to be your father, and barbaric enough to enjoy this because he thought you were sweet and innocent. But you were losing yourself to the pleasure, to the idea that he would release his white, sticky cum inside you and put you at risk for pregnancy. If you were pregnant, then everyone would know. Everyone would see that Papa Nihil had laid claim to the newest sister. You were part of his harem, at his beck and call. Free to use whenever he liked.

“Talk to Papa,” he said, “t-tell me what you’re thinking.”

You moaned. “Papa!”

“Your… your cunt is so tight, scricciolina. Why?”

“I - mmm fuck! Papa! I want your c-cum!”

Nihil chuckled above you. “You want to receive your Papa’s cum, hm? Want - merda - Nihil to knock you up? Fill up this tight cunt and fuck a baby into you? Is that it?”

“Yes!”

“Want to be round and full with my spawn? Such a good. Fucking. Girl.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust.

You had heard rumours from the other sisters who had been in your position that Nihil’s biggest kink was spreading his seed around. Because of your words, he seemed to lose a little more control than he had previously. His mind began to wander and his mouth let slip every single thought. “Cunt so good, might make you my Prime Mover. Might fuck you until you’re pregnant with the antichrist.” Your stomach dropped at the thought, especially since your previous worries had returned at the mention of ‘Prime Mover’ but your mouth released a moan so loud, it bordered on pornographic. The coming of the antichrist was a big deal for the church, and an honour for the woman who bore him. You hadn’t considered it before, but now you had, there was no turning back.

Your legs wrapped around Nihil’s waist and kept him trapped between them, only allowing him to pull back a certain amount. “Fill up my c-cunt, Papa! I want your cum so badly.” You were practically wailing now, your nails running down his clothed back. “Get me pregnant, sh-show the Ministry who I belong to. Please, Papa!”

That seemed to do the trick. With one final and brutal thrust, reaching all the way to the back of your pussy almost painfully, Nihil stilled. His cum spilled out of him while his mouth released a groan so low, it was practically a growl. “Th-that’s it.” He stammered. “T-take my seed.”

When he pulled out of you, you felt his cum leaking from your abused hole. He noticed it too, and spent a little while watching it ooze from you before standing up and dressing himself. “You should head back to your room.” He told you, not even looking in your direction. “You have an early morning, don’t you?”

You adjusted your own clothes, feeling his cum running down your thighs as you stood. “Yes, Papa.”

And with that, you left.

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

#mel writes #ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #ghost the band #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #ghost kinktober #papa nihil #papa emeritus #nihil emeritus #papa emeritus x reader #nihil #nihil x reader #papa nihil x reader #smut

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

If you're still doing things like this; AU where All Might fought AfO earlier, and in the aftermath, All Might finds his archnemisis' infant son, in a little crib crying his lungs out. He has a small amount of green hair and the brightest green eyes you've ever seen.

It's not even a choice, All Might takes the boy in, despite the HSPC telling him to kill the boy, to make sure nothing of All For One remains.

I actually had an au i never got to writing with basically this exact premise, except Izuku was a clone of AFO Toshinori rescued from a lab. I’m going to try and mix it up a little though.

Toshinori finds a secret door in the ruins of the villain lair he and a bunch of other heroes just busted. A baby room, complete with a toy box in the corner, animals painted on the walls, and a tiny crib in the middle. He immediately shifts from fight mode to rescue mode, cradling the tiny crying bundle. The raid started hours ago, who knows how long he was alone? He’s in denial at first, maybe this was a child of one of AFO’s lackies, or a baby they kidnapped and planned to experiment on. But examinations and further research of the site confirm that this is the son of All for One.

The HPSC won’t stoop so low as to order an infant killed, but they are very interested in using the child’s potential for their own benefit. And it’s best he’s raised in closely monitored captivity to contain him in the event he inherited his father’s affinity for violence. Toshinori believes that if the kid is raised under the assumption he’ll be a villain or weapon, that’s all he’ll ever be. But a stable home full of love would make him just like anyone else. And since he doesn’t trust anyone else not to be manipulated by the Commission, Toshinori takes on the responsibility himself.

In my original clone concept, Toshinori named him Izuku after the number 9 on his growth pod. In this, let’s say he just liked the name. And Izuku is by all accounts, a normal baby. He has only two significant abnormalities: an extra joint in his pinky toe, indicating quirklessness, and the fact that he hardly ever cries. Not when he’s hungry, not when he needs to be changed. The implication is that he was used to being left alone, in attended to. As a result, Toshinori has to watch him very closely. But this ends up being a brief episode, and Izuku quickly learns how to be clingy instead.

The clinginess continues as he gets older. As a compromise with the HPSC, Izuku isn’t allowed to attend normal school and needs to be homeschooled. As a result, he grows up very isolated and poorly socialized, with a desperate attachment to his dad, Toshinori. He’s also got a potent anxiety disorder that leaves him spiraling at even small changes in his life. It’s extremely unhealthy, and it’s only going to get worse if the HPSC gets their way to make him one of their private heroes. So Toshinori sneaks around the HPSC and makes a deal with UA to enroll him.

Once Izuku is in UA and clearly showing signs of All Might’s quirk after being tested for quirklessness, the HPSC threatens to denounce All Might and ruin his career. He counters that he has 15 years of documentation about their insistence of treating an innocent child like a war criminal. So it’s a stalemate. Izuku on the other hand has no idea. He’s just excited to be around kids his own age, even if he’s a little awkward with them. He grows especially close to Todoroki after the sports festival, bonding over their shared experience as the isolated children of big heroes they struggle to live up to. He doesn’t find out about his true father until much later.

#answers

[shadowshape]

it is time.

***

so: here’s what we are doing.

i have been saying for some time now that i need to share my work. the desire has reached its peak tonight. sexy!

i am a slow mover by nature. my first tooth didn’t creep up until my second year. this fact was repeated often by my parents. with “we had to mush her birthday cake because she had no teeth!” i didn’t know truly how funny this fact is until i worked in the infant classroom at a childcare center. they all have fucking teeth before one.

silly story turns kernel of truth, a clear example of a Molly’s Core Characteristics. my body makes rhythms entirely its own. we (me and my body, us funny inseparable forces) are moving slowly into new life, with rhythms odd and forced, and maybe at other times with clarity, or layering over the same time as all of those with ease. our favorite music, lately, has been people using instruments that are items not normally used as instruments. you know, cans milk jugs bottles glasses. purely sporadic, tiny dinks in the atmosphere that just somehow are close enough in space for you to hear, and that are incredibly pleasing to the ear, chords reaching the deep recesses of your brain and triggering systems to awaken the tips of your physical form.

i have known for a while that i needed space and a container. something was calling to me from the next room over, and i couldn’t fully grasp what was being said. it was clearly important, like when a young child babbles at you with the most intense eye contact, and you know something very sincere was just communicated but you really have no actual idea what it was. its mumbling began to take shape as the idea of publishing, of more public viewing, of simply wanting to be perceived. then it got words and said, “start a blog” lol.

but what tends to happen as this mysterious being calls to me, beckons me nearer, is this: i stop myself from a lot of good writing and i think this is because i am worried about sounding “right.” i worry that i am overly wordy, or unclear, and actually what is worse than both of those is uncertain. clarity doesn’t arrive through prescription but rather, an ability to get to the essence of the thing. maybe it takes me a lot some days, little other days. it is what it is.

it is what it is it is what it is it is what it is. sexy!

i learned, recently, through allowing myself the pleasure of writing poetry in the exact way my brain wants to sputter out its little thoughts: commas go where they need to go, and if you follow the strict rules of punctuation and grammar, you might be able to reach many, but you also may keep yourself from connecting with another great many. and, ultimately, from yourself! and who do i want to connect with? myself. and people who do not understand my natural mode of speech? no — try people who say, “i never thought of it that way…”. sure, it would be fun to reach the people who don’t get me too. nothing quite like being understood. but at this point, i am far more concerned with people ready to explore than folks who are pushing me to fit into their containers of what is truth, for them.

fear used to have so much presence in my writing. not only in content, it also was a clear running stream behind each symbol on the page (or computer screen or what have you). each decision was tactful and full of emotion in a way that was not fun. like finding yourself shoeless on a muddy hiking trail in the desert, where you think you could just be stepping in mud but there are so many cactuses around, you could also be stepping on so many different sharp pointy things. you’re looking down at your toes in the mud and asking, am i sounding right? will you understand me if i tell this in the wrong order? will i be able to make money and a career out of this garbage, my little kingdom of junk and ruin?

funny, a past Molly would have typed the words “garbage, my little kingdom of junk and ruin” and felt shame, maybe pity for my own shamefulness. i now write those words with pride. this is my mind palace, you are my guest, and if i have trash everywhere, well, you don’t have to like it! sexy!!!

i think where i would want to sum this all up, and i very much want to do so, as i keep toiling my way through re-reads making sure i accomplished my goal of “finding the essence,” is that here i am! and here you find yourself. let’s party :-)

***

when you’re reading this, this is who you are and who i am. your hand is holding my soft little head. be cool about it!

#today i learned #writing #writers and poets #poetblr #in this essay i will #i want attention #portrait #artists on tumblr #my art

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Hello! Can I pls request Alois, Joker and Violet with their heavily pregnant s/o? (All of them aged appropriately ofc) How would they be like as husbands to their expecting partner and eventually as fathers to their newborn? I feel like this would be interesting as these characters all have distinct personalities and backgrounds that factor in their daddy mode uwu. Thank you!!!

so first of all YESSS DADDY MODE ACTIVATED

second of all, uh, I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING!!!

Well, you know, at the very beginning he was so excited! A family of his own was all he’d ever wanted, and he was incredibly confident. If this was what they’d been aiming for, then nothing could ruin it, right? Of course… as (Name)’s due date approaches, and as he can see the more visible evidence of the child who’s going to be here soon, his brain hits the panic button. He’s terrified. The only ‘father’ he ever knew was a piss-poor excuse for one who abused Alois in every way imaginable; he’s so scared that because he grew up that way, he won’t know how to be a good father. He does his best to be supportive of his S/O, but he gets increasingly more manic the more time passes. It’s almost like he’s overcompensating, trying to squash down every anxiety with his actions. (Name) is probably going to have to talk him down out of his own head a few times.

And he’s still quite worked up once their baby arrives. Unfortunately, it’s going to be an adjustment, even once he’s in a healthier place. He seems not to trust himself to be alone with the infant, so he might go so far as to recruit Hannah to play nanny instead of taking care of the baby himself. He loves his child so much, and he just… doesn’t want to mess up, and he’s convinced that he’s going to. Eventually he’ll calm down, after he focuses on the baby’s needs, because that allows his bad thoughts to go by the wayside in favor of taking care of them. Though it takes months, he settles. He’s so determined to give his child a better life than he had, he reminds himself to let that be his motivation. Once he gets into a rhythm, his favorite part by far is when the baby laughs or smiles… especially while he’s holding them.

He’s been a bit frantic since day one! Despite the fact that he’s got this secret wish that he’ll eventually be a father, he was never sure he would find someone he meshed well enough with for it to actually happen. So he hasn’t prepared himself much for this, outside of conversations about, “Do you want children? Should we try for one?” with his S/O. For the rest of his life, it’s been in the back of his mind as something he does want, but something he never actually expected to have. So even though their baby is planned, he still feels like he’s not… ready. For the entire pregnancy, especially toward the end, he fusses over (Name) incessantly like a mother hen. He’s always asking if they need or want something, making sure their cravings are met and their aches are lessened and there’s a smile on their face. It’s almost a given that he faints at one point or another, because he neglects himself quite a bit. Thank goodness, the worried look on his S/O’s face snaps him back into self-care, though he gets rather sheepish if they lecture him.

He gets a little better when the baby is born, though. At least, he’s not wound as tightly as he was toward the end of the pregnancy. Their child is here now, they’re healthy, they’re precious. The bad thing is that he really has a lot of doubts about himself. Though he doesn’t let himself get overly worked up, these things drag him down a little. ‘What am I doing wrong? Why is he/she still crying? Is there something I’m not thinking of?’ He tears himself to shreds more than anyone else ever could. He hates it when his child is crying and nothing he tries can soothe them. It certainly doesn’t stop him from trying; the new-parent jitters wear off after a few months, leaving him to relax and be more secure. (It doesn’t help that it was really nothing he did wrong. Their poor infant probably was just colicky for the first several months.) After that, you’ll never see a bigger smile on his face than when he takes the baby in his arms and they stop crying within seconds of hearing their father’s voice.

He’s got such mixed feelings about everything! A little family of his own, by his own making like this, creating life, it’s… something he dreams about, thinking it would always be just out of reach. He doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anything more than this. The only problem is… he almost feels like it’s not a responsible thing, bringing a child into the world while he’s existing the way he is. Days spent in a traveling circus with no stability, coupled with nights being a piece on his father’s chessboard. Despite that he doesn’t let it show, he’s anxious all the time about what kind of life he’s going to be able to give their child. He keeps his smile up without fail, tending to his S/O as much as he can. If he has a spare moment, he’s by their side. Before he knows the truth, he always assures them to go to Doc if they need anything while Joker himself is away. (If he knew the truth before then, he wouldn’t have ever sent them Doc’s way.) He’s so caring and supportive without being overbearing, regardless of how his emotions are swirling around inside.

After the baby arrives, every possible second he has free passes with him taking care of them. While (Name) sleeps to recover from the birth, he’s set the other circus members to see to everything else while he rocks the infant and sings to them and feeds them. It always makes him give this soft little laugh when the baby grabs at the fingers of his bad hand and coos at him. His mind goes into absolute overdrive while he takes care of them, perhaps in a good way; he thinks back to his mother, the way she abandoned him, didn’t even give him a name. And he just wonders, how? He looks at his child and he thinks he would tear his heart out if he ever thought about hurting them like that. He can’t imagine not loving them to the point that he would leave them on the side of the street near piles of trash or on someone’s doorstep or whatever his mother did with him. As sad as those thoughts are, it only adds fuel to the fire that he is going to make sure they have a good life. Unlike his mother, he’s always going to be here for his child, and nothing is going to get in the way of that.

#velveteen-charlatan #pregnancy tw #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Alois #Alois Trancy #Gregory #Gregory Violet #Joker #reaction #romantic #familial #fluff #domestic #drama #GOD STUFF LIKE THIS JUST HITS DIFFERENT WITH CERTAIN CHARACTERS #and these three are SOME OF THOSE CHARACTERS #one hell of a queue

[sonicasura]

Tales of Father Rung: Sonic

The second part of Father Rung. For this one, it's Sonic the Hedgehog specifically his movie variation. There will be some changes to him though. Let's get started.

Rung finds little Sonic one week after the hedgehog ends up on Earth. The bot is heavily concerned not only for the toddler's condition but also the fact he's being hunted down. Rung takes Sonic intobhis care.

It was bit of a rocky road at the start. Rung knows what a humans needs but not an unknown hedgehog species. He can't forget that Sonic is small enough to fit in human pockets. The trauma the blue blur has was something Rung could tend to.

Absolutely got dragged despite Sonic being small and on a leash. Child harness was the only way. Sonic likes laying on his chest when Rung is lying down or in recharge. He does it less once he's older but never fully stops.

Sonic grew deathly ill when he was 6. Rung looked desperately for anything to save his ailing son. He finds a shard of the Paradox Prism which binds itself to Sonic. The hedgehog recovers but now has transformations utilized by other Sonics. Except for Werehog and Colors, Dark, Excalibur, Darkspine are weaker without a proper conduit.

Knuckles joins the family when Sonic's seven years old. An unintentional encounter between the hedgehog and echidna while Rung was out gathering supplies. Or therapist comes back to an impromptu adoption.

It took time for Knuckles to adjust into their peculiar family. Learning things outside his tribal warrior background was slightly less difficult. The echidna is not the type for sudden hugs at least by strangers.

Tails appears around a week after Knuckles' 9th birthday. Rung was absolutely not prepared to find the infant fox mobian outside the den. Much less raise him. The therapist still took up the task.

No letter was left behind when Tails been abandoned thus his nickname became his actual name. His unique two tails were loved and never seen negatively like in canon. Rung nearly had a spark attack when Tails taught himself how to fly. Even moreso once the fox acquired a plane.

The last member to join the mixed family (before TF shenanigans) is an amnesiac Shadow the Hedgehog. A warp ring malfunction dropped the family of four to where he was held on Tails' fifth birthday. The fox opened up the pod and brought Shadow to Rung. Poor bot couldn't withstand the birthday boy style puppy dog eyes paired with 'Can We Keep Him'.

It takes at least two years before Shadow gets his memory back. The hedgehog is still a bit closed off but shows his soft side around his family(and later close friends.) Search for the Master Emerald and clashes between Dr Robotnik(intruder from different universe) still occur. Hyper Sonic alongside Super Sonic are acquired in the aftermath.

G1

Rung was completely unaware of the Nemesis and Arc being on Earth much less the war being present here. Learns about the situation as their family home is next to where the Decepticons' spacebridge being built. The Cons discover Rung who been coming back from a grocery run.

Autobots get front row seats to Team Sonic go into protective mode and chase off the opposite faction. No one messes their dad. Rung can only sigh knowing the war is back now with his kids involved.

The family are taken into Autobot Protection which leads to moving in as their home isn't safe anymore. No bot knows the war is gonna get fully flipped over its head. Team Sonic guarantees that.

Rung prepares to profile the Decepticons. If their personalities are similar to those from his universe, getting them to stop the war is a viable strategy. Tails helps with the task.

New Challenge unlocked: Beat Sonic the Hedgehog in a race! The speedsters of Team Prime eager to try and outspeed the Blue Blur. A challenge happily taken in stride by Sonic although he ain't going easy on anyway.

Science bots get an assistant in the form of Tails. Wheeljack is quite ecstatic to teach such a young clever mind about Cybertronian engineering. Explosions are kept to a minimum thanks to Tails(and Rung's threatening parental aura.)

Wrecker style roughhousing with Knuckles. Shadow wants a nap but everyone is too loud especially the Wreckers. He often leaves to vibe with the Dinobots who like the tiny hedgehog creature alongside strange eyebrow bot.

Autobots and human companions get father treatment from dorky therapist. Everyone chuckles when Optimus gets forced to take a nap. Leaders need their rest too.

Transformation mayhem or how alien robots learn that the small blue hedgehog can transform too. Dark Sonic terrifies everyone with Darkspine in second place. Werehog being loved by Dinobots and Wreckers. Colors wreak havoc on Starscream while Megatron is forced to clash blades against Excalibur. Super Sonic and Hyper Sonic defeat Unicron.

Animated

The family of five's home had been near Detroit's outskirts. Until construction began to expand closer. Not wanting to lose their home, the kids begin to sabotage the construction whether by messing with the equipment or creating obstacles such as trenches and even walls.

This results in Team Prime being called in. Bumblebee gets taken by Knuckles so the rest of the team would follow. None had expect their friend being fine or Rung alongside his family. It became clear to Team Prime that they were just protecting their home.

The construction is cancelled under the clause of 'Endangered Species' in the area. (Actually true upon accidentally discovering a critically endangered deer species nearby.) This didn't stop the visits to come from Rung's family.

Sari gets some non-mechanical friends for once. The five play games and chat whenever they can. Rung is happy his sons now have more friends whether it be Sari or the young bots.

Night of the Werehog aka Sonic decides to be a little shit and scare his new friends. Successfully spooks everyone but Prowl who got the last scare. Fuzzy werehog later gets his fur ruffled by a curious Sari, Bulkhead, Bumblebee and Prowl.

Tails makes a lab underneath the Team Prime's home. Ratchet now has more efficient tools to repair his fellow bots and a fuzzy assistant. Grumpy medic gets to take more naps.

Rung casually dads Team Prime. Optimus is very awkward when it comes to positive words and hugs. Shadow just tells everyone to get used to it as he knows his father won't stop.

Mystical communication between dorky therapist, ancient life giver, robotic ninja, large green emerald and young echidna warrior. Knuckles feels a bit overwhelmed but becomes accustom to it overtime with Prowl's help. Both meditate in their spare time.

Decepticons and villains of the week get menaced by incredibly strong fuzzy animals. Detroit alongside Elite Guard are utterly confused with Team Prime's companions. Befuddlement increases when Rung gathers newly born bots like lost sheep and guide them.

Cybertron

Rung is immediately awakened one night by the destruction of Unicron. Tails discovers a massive black hole upon accidentally hijacking an Autobot video feed from Cybertron. Familiar of five gather info on how to stop this massive threat.

Red Alert uncovers a data transfer from Tails and sends the info to Optimus' team. Vector Prime immediately senses Rung once touching down on Earth. The sudden connection causes the therapist to collapse but also release a powerful signal when he was coming back with gifts for his four sons.

An accident that leads to an attack from an investigating Starscream, Thundercracker and Megatron. Team Prime to see Team Sonic defend Rung but also force the three Decepticons to retreat. Both now work together to stop the black hole.

Rung requests Vector Prime to not speak of his true identity. If he has to tell truth then it'll be on his terms. For now, Rung just wants to be treated as a father of four sons. Vector Prime respects the therapist's decision.

Minicon and human shenanigans increase with the addition of four Mobian siblings. Jetfire wants a break from energetic children but Tails always snares him via cuteness. Shadow pities the bot.

When a certain blue blur accidentally adds a fifth course to the Planet Cup: Sand Oasis. Or Sonic slips away to the Speed Planet for Darkspine practice. Everybot except for two factions are confused at seeing this strange hedgehog creature. Confusion later becomes shock when Sonic outspeeds Override.

Massive rumble on Jungle Planet as Big wolf Snarl meets small werehog Sonic, and smaller fox Tails. Protective instincts activate in lupine Beastformer while his rhinoceros teacher is amused. Knuckles doesn't like Scourge so much and Shadow hates mosquitoes the size of corgis.

Super Sonic vs Empowered Starscream followed by Super Sonic + Super Shadow + Primus + Rung vs Empowered Starscream 2.0. Battle of Five Titans while everyone scrambles for safety. Vector Prime is the only one watching in amazement.

Small Mobians on Gigantion leads to hysterical chaos. Massive bots are utterly awestruck at these even tinier visitors being so fast or powerful. Knuckles gets dubbed a 'Mini Wrecker' in the process. Rung struggles to wrangle his curious kids.

And that's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll race you back to Cybertron at super sonic speed!

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So, I keep meaning to redesign these gals buuuut I really wanna talk about them so you're getting the original drafts!

These are my Splatoon OCs, Milka (the older looking octoling) and her adopted sister Agamemnon, or Agge/Aggie for short (yes, she named herself). Milka is based on a coconut octopus (hence the headphones looking like the outside of a coconut) and Agge is based on an argonaut octopus, hence the shell on her head

If you want some backstory and facts about em, they'll be under the cut! (As well as some story mode spoilers)

Milka

• Flunked out of the Octarian military school, but still was put in because she could make the old Octoweapons work better despite having no idea how they actually worked

• Due to this, she found a knack for scavenging and tinkering with old human technology to see if she could make it work again. Usually she couldn't, but she could fix broken music boxes and started seeking those out specifically to fix

• Found Agge as an infant while scavenging and refused to let her be put in an orphanage and took full responsibility for her care

• Has anger management problems

• Heard the Calamari Inkantion twice, but was prevented from leaving with Agge the first time by an Elite

• Has met both Agent 3 and Agent 4, both times when on assignment to fix certain machines. She was shown mercy both times because Agge was with her

• Currently works as a radio DJ in Splatsville (or, as Agge puts it, "she's a DJ, but she's not a cool one like Marina") because her fellow flunkie Warabi of Diss Pair pulled a few strings to get her out of a bad job in Inkopolis

• Was pulled into being New Agent 3 because Agge was the one who decided to go down the sewer grate after Cuttlefish

• Works in the same building as Deep Cut and knows them adjacently. Wonders why they don't seem to recognize her as the one that kicked their asses

Agge

• Gremlin

• Can, will, and has bitten others before

• Obsessed with ghosts, conspiracies, human history and other cryptic things. Has a podcast on her interests called Octonaut Occult that is actually popular, but not for the reasons she thinks it is

• Has one permanently short tentacle due to a traumatic injury when she was younger

• Is actually only 8 years old, just was an early bloomer

• Followed Milka through the crater and the first area of Alterna, but after meeting Deep Cut, was told to stay put in the Squid Sisters camp

• The first thing she did during said meeting with Deep Cut was to point at Shiver and shout that they were "binding wrong" and embarrass the shit out of Milka

• Was the reason Milka kept making music boxes when leaving the Octarians. They were the only thing that kept her calm enough on the journey to Inkopolis and were the only things other than her history books that she brought with her from their dome

#Splatoon #splatoon oc #splatsona #I have so much more on these dorks #I love them so #My art #Ignore the glass Inkling doodle #I tried something and it just didn't work #splatoon 3 spoilers #Hope y'all like em!

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Time to talk about Ingrid’s relationship with food. This is your trigger warning. If you have issues with food discussion, child neglect recovery or eating disorders DO NOT READ THIS.

Ingrid’s relationship with food has always been super complicated for her because, remember, for a good chunk of her childhood she was severely malnourished and was basically in survival mode 24/7. Like, I’m talking she was rarely fed more than twice a week if the orphanage caretakers remembered and weren’t trying to punish Ingrid for being Roma. Even when Ingrid was fed, she often gave some of her own food to kids who weren’t coping as well as she was or who were sick. Kids died in Romania’s orphanages often during the Ceaușsécu regime. They were severely overcrowded and underfunded, and the funds they did get were usually mismanaged. So, obviously Ingrid had an obsession with food. Imagine when you've been you’re hungriest, and it’s like that all the time. Food is literally all you can think about. You dream about it, fantasize about it. Also take into account the fact that the adults in Ingrid’s life weren’t reliable and often very abusive. Studies show that a lack of consistency or feeling of safety with adult caregivers even as an infant can lead to long term food preoccupation.

So, when Ingrid was adopted, her food insecurity was very, very obvious. She gained a ton of weight too. She was a really bad binge eater. She would eat until she got sick. After all, she wasn’t sure when her next meal would come. She hoarded food in her room. You could look in drawers and find plastic baggies of week old mashed potatoes. She’d eat half a cookie at school and keep the other half in her backpack pockets. Her pillow crunched when she laid on it because she’d keep chip bags under them. She was also always super worried about mealtimes. If her moms were even five minutes off on having dinner, lunch or breakfast ready, she’d have panic attacks and her hoarding would get way way worse. To help this, her moms were told by her therapist to give her a drawer full of snacks she could have whenever she wanted. They promised it would never be empty so she’d always have something to eat. Ingrid would often go check the drawer multiple times a day even if she didn’t get food out of it. It really helped with her hoarding, and eventually she stopped hiding food around the house and being obsessed with food.

One issue Ingrid sometimes struggles with is food defensiveness. As a child, Ingrid got extremely upset when people wanted food off her plate. When she ate, she often hunched over her food. Her moms called it “golluming”. She would literally act like Gollum with how she held her food or plates/bowls close to her chest and hunkered over them. It took a lot of work to stop that. She actually got in trouble in school because a kid tried to take some food off her tray and she throat punched her. If her moms or a waiter/ess tried to take her plate, she would literally yell. Present day Ingrid still gets this way sometimes. Usually it’s on really bad pain days or when she’s in a bad mood or having a bad day overall. She’ll get upset if people eat her food or want to try something on her plate. Like if her significant other took a French fry, she’d probably start a whole ass fight over it with tears and everything. She’ll also hunch over her food at those times. Usually, she’s more than happy to give some of her food or offer bits off her plate, and of course, once that bad time passes, she feels like an asshole, but during it, it’s insanely upsetting.

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“The mistaken claim that Amazons must have received their name because they were single-breasted was widely repeated by Greek and Roman writers, and every author thereafter is obliged to grapple with the paradoxical image. A fiction invented in the fifth century BC was behind the notion. This fake “fact” surfaced at least two centuries after the tribal name “Amazon” for an ethnic group of men and women was used by the Greeks (chapter 1). The historian Hellanikos of Lesbos (b. 490 BC) described Amazons as “a host of golden-shielded, silver-axed, man-loving, boy-killing females.” Then Hellanikos attempted to make their foreign name “Amazon” into a Greek word. The Greeks were fond of this sort of etymological exercise of forcing Greek meanings onto loanwords from other languages, based on similarities to sounds in Greek. The strong tendency of ancient writers to create and accept crude, “patently absurd” word derivations is well known.

In this case, Hellanikos maintained that Amazones must mean “breastless” or “lacking breast” because a- means “without” in Greek and mazos sounded to Greek ears a bit like mastos, the Greek word for “breast.” A rival folk etymology suggested that the name meant “without grain,” because maza was Greek for “barley.” The Scythian nomads were in fact meat-eaters, not vegetarians, but this dietary label was much too dull to compete with the lurid image of women who sacrificed their breasts to become warriors. Hellanikos’s false etymology demanded a story to explain the Amazon’s missing breast. Various dreadful scenarios were proposed for the method of this alleged self-mutilation, which was based solely on specious wordplay.

Airs, Waters, Places, a treatise attributed to the physician Hippocrates (fourth century BC), stated that Sarmatian women seared the right breast of baby girls with a red-hot bronze tool, so that the right arm would be stronger. The idea here was that the potential power of the breast would be displaced to the corresponding arm. It is physiologically true that handedness often corresponds to slightly larger hands and feet on the dominant side of the body, and that habitual exercise of one limb or hand can result in development of larger bones and musculature. (As noted in the previous chapter, bioarchaeological signs of right-handedness and larger finger bones among archers have been ob- served in the skeletal remains of warriors of both sexes in burial sites across Scythia.) Hellanikos and Hippocrates were contemporaries of Herodotus, our earliest and most accurate Greek source of detailed information about Sarmatians, Scythians, and Amazons based on his firsthand observations and interviews around the Black Sea in the fifth century BC.

Significantly, however, even though Herodotus describes many gruesome and extraordinary Scythian customs, he never mentions this self- inflicted breast deformity. Nevertheless, the idea took hold. Diodorus, Strabo, Pomponius Mela, Justin, and Orosius repeated the tale that Amazons used an iron tool to cauterize the breast at infancy or before pu- berty so that it would not hinder their use of the bow and spear. Pomponius Mela said that removal of the right breast made them “ready for action, able to withstand blows to the chest like men.” According to Apollodorus and Curtius, Amazons “pinched off” the right breast but retained the left for nursing their babies. Arrian described Amazons who came to join Alexander’s campaign in Persia (330 BC); to him, the right exposed breast appeared to be smaller than the covered left breast (see chapter 20).

We know that at least three later writers disagreed with the one-breast notion. John Tzetzes, the Byzantine commentator on Hellanikos, pointed out that the etymology was untrue because cutting off a breast would cause fatal bleeding. Another author, Philostratus (third century AD), rejected Hellanikos’s claim and proposed a more logical—and more humane—explanation, that amazon actually meant “not breast- fed.” Philostratus argued that real-life Amazons love their children but do not nurse them because the practice results in mollycoddled children and saggy breasts, undesirable traits in their warrior culture. Instead, the nomadic horsewomen nourish their babies with mare’s milk, honey, and dew. Tryphiodorus, a Greek poet of the fifth century AD, also defined amazon as “unsuckled.” Such a concept was far removed from Greek culture, with its stay-at-home nursing mothers, but seemed reasonable for nomadic hunter-warrior women.

A similar practice appears in a sixth-century AD Roman description of a northern nomad tribe called the Scrithiphini (probably the Sami people of the western Arctic region) whose women and men hunted together. According to Procopius, their infants were not nursed but fed with bone marrow and swaddled in cradle boards hung on trees while the mother and father pursued game. Once the sensational “factoid” of one breast became embedded in the catalog of Amazon attributes, each successive writer routinely included it in his description of the women warriors. Perhaps the concept seemed appropriate because Amazons represented the opposite of Greek wives and mothers, and their “terrifying asymmetry” signaled their barbarism.

Some modern scholars suggest that deliberately removing one breast was intended to symbolize the Amazons’ willful destruction of their own femininity and so resonated with Greek men who feared women who behaved like men. For Greek women, the removal of one breast would signify the terrible sacrifice Amazons made to become more like men. For other scholars “one-breastedness” signi- fied Amazons’ freedom from nursing and maternal attachments: Amazons “don’t need breasts because they will never raise children.” But many ancient Greek texts described Amazon mothers, and some referred to nursing babies (not to mention the archaeological discoveries of female warriors buried with children; chapter 4). According to another theory, Amazon “breastlessness” stood for the “sexual unripeness of the nubile adolescent” Greek maiden. Some scholars point out that Greeks associated the right side of the body with masculinity and the left with femininity. Most classical writers described removal of the right breast while the left was exposed, but some reversed the sides. And Greek artists were inconsistent about which of the two breasts was exposed in Amazon battle scenes.

If the concept of removing a breast was such an important symbolic attribute for the Greeks, then one must wonder why no single-breasted Amazons appear in classical art. Despite the popularity into modern times of “just-so stories” about how the Amazon “lost her breast,” ancient Greek painters and sculptors invariably depicted the mythic Amazons double-breasted. As noted, symmetry was an essential quality of the Greek ideal of beauty. Amazons of myth and art were always portrayed as beautiful heroic women, the equals of the handsome aristocratic Greek heroes. Perhaps physical asymmetry in artistic scenes would be jarring to Greek aesthetic sensibilities. (Ugly or deformed people appear in artistic illustrations of ancient comedies or scenes of daily life but are rare in heroic situations.) Moreover, artistic portrayals of Amazons are often erotic—showing mutilated women could interfere with sexual appeal.

Vase painters and sculptors often emphasized Amazons’ bosoms with diaphanous drapery or body-hugging garments. Another artistic “convention” was to show fighting and wounded Amazons in chitons (loose, short, belted tunics fastened at the shoulder—also worn by Greek males) worn in exomis style, with one breast and shoulder exposed. Art historians have interpreted this typical Amazonian pose in many different ways. Was revealing a breast an erotic gesture? Was the “one breast exposed” intended as a subtle, less graphic stand-in for the “one breast missing” literary motif ? Was a bared breast meant to evoke sympathy, in the case of wounded Amazons? Was flaunting the breast in the midst of battle a way of taunting or distracting the male heroes, or was it to make sure the men (and the viewer) understood that they were being attacked by women? In fact, one exposed breast reflected practical active attire. The archer goddess Artemis and the huntress Atalanta were dressed for action this way, and so were many Greek male archers, workers, warriors, and heroes. In Greece and other ancient cultures, the dominant shoulder of active figures was often left unclothed for freedom of movement.

Apparently Greek artists and their audiences were not persuaded by the literary trope that female archers were hindered by their breasts. But if artists never depicted one-breasted Amazons, why did the idea catch on and persist so stubbornly in Greek literature? Did some ancient cultures really practice breast removal or suppression? Was there some exotic custom or mode of dress that could have been misunderstood in antiquity, leading Greeks to believe reports of “breastless” or “single- breasted” women warriors? An atrocious practice in West and Central Africa today results in the maiming of millions of young girls by their mothers who hope to prevent rape. “Breast ironing” involves cauterizing budding breasts with a heated metal tool to inhibit breast development. Is it possible that travelers’ tales of similar African “breast-searing” customs were known to the writers of the Hippocratic texts and projected onto Sarmatian women and Amazons of Scythia?

There is no way of knowing how ancient this “secret” ritual of Central Africa really is, and in the absence of any other evidence the likelihood of a similar practice in ancient Eurasia seems slight. Nonetheless, the coincidence is striking, given that several ancient Greek sources mention the use of a heated metal tool. A fictional romance written in Egypt by Dionysius Skytobrachion, about Amazons transported to a Libyan setting, included ethnological details from North Africa to give local flavor to his tale (see chapter 23). When girls were born to the Amazons, he wrote, “both their breasts were seared so that they would not develop into maturity, for they thought that projecting breasts were a hindrance in warfare [and] this is why they are called by the Greeks Amazons.” He is the only ancient author to say both breasts were cauterized, as in modern reports of breast ironing. Did the author know of an African breast-searing custom? The answer is unknown.

A less violent, practical ethnological tradition of “breast suppression” for the comfort of horsewomen existed much closer to home—in the heart of ancient Amazon territory. Since antiquity girls and women of the Black Sea–Caucasus were trained to be expert archers and riders who hunted and fought. Ethnographic evidence among Circassians, Ossetians, Adigeans, Karbardians, Abkhazians, and other groups points to a long tradition of “flattening the breasts during maidenhood.” When girls were seven to ten years of age, their mothers laced a leather vest or corset around their chests, to suppress movement when the girls were riding and shooting. The leather corset was worn until marriage. On the wedding night, the groom slowly, patiently unlaced the fifty-some ties to demonstrate his love, respect, and self-control. Early European travelers in the Caucasus described this traditional article of young women’s attire, which later became known (and modified) as the “Circassian corset.” In the Caucasus, commented the German historian Julius von Klaproth in 1807, “young unmarried females compress their breasts with a close leather jacket, in such a manner that they are scarcely perceptible.” Archaeologist John Abercromby remarked in 1891,“There is nothing improbable in believing that the Caucasian custom has a long row of centuries behind it.”

One of the Nart sagas refers indirectly to the custom of enclosing the torso of girls in leather corsets. In one saga the hero Warzameg mocks a young woman for having “breasts like old bouncing pumpkins.” The simile reveals Caucasian cultural values, notes the Nart saga translator John Colarusso. Ridiculing large, unrestrained, bobbling breasts was meant as a great insult. Among horse peoples of the Caucasus, swinging, pendulous breasts were considered unsightly and awkward “for one simple reason.” Colarusso explains: “If a woman were to go galloping on her horse across the steppes with large breasts unconstrained, she would be uncomfortable and in pain from their bouncing. So there was a premium on small, firm breasts” for active outdoorswomen. Notably, in the 1920s, European and American women’s new liberated, active lifestyle coincided with tight bandeaus to minimize the chest and flatten the breasts into a boyish silhouette.

Athletic women of most body types tend to favor some sort of bosom support, and modern mounted archers wear tight bodices. It’s reasonable to guess that in antiquity, most female riders, archers, fight- ers, and athletes bound or supported their breasts in some fashion. “Support, binding, or restraint, or some form of sports bra for riding” was probably used by mounted nomad women. Greek artists often depicted Amazons with tight-fitting tunics and diagonal chest bands that may have functioned something like a modern “cross-your-heart” brassiere, notes one art historian. Was there any other special attire that could have been misunderstood by the Greeks as “breastlessness” in antiquity? In vase paintings, many Amazons are clad in cuirasses (rigid bronze breastplates), scaled armored tunics, laced corselets, and upper garments and straps, much like those worn by men and all of which had a “flattening effect”.

These artistic depictions reflected the chest armor of padded or rigid materials and scaled armor worn by real nomad warriors of both sexes in antiquity. Archaeological discoveries in Saka-Scythian-Sarmatian lands have turned up a variety of armored tunics fashioned from horn, hooves, bone, and small gold plates or scales in the graves of both men and women (chapters 4, 12, and 13). Baldrics (diagonal chest straps) and wide belts of leather with gold, bronze, and iron plates were also common in male and female burials. If the Greeks observed fighting women clad in protective chest armor that looked just like male armor, the flat-chested effect would help explain descriptions of “breastless” Amazons.

Modern “Amazon” fantasies often picture women wearing curvaceous metallic chest armor molded in the shape of breasts, à la Wonder Woman and Xena, Warrior Princess (fig. 16.4). An ancient version seems to be depicted in figure 5.1. But such erotic “breasted” armor is imprac- tical and dangerous. Experienced female soldiers of any era know that breast-shaped metal chest armor would be life-threatening. Why? Because cone-or dome-shaped projections would direct the force of blows of weapons toward the sternum and heart. Even a fall could be fatal, causing the sharp metal separating the breast hollows to injure or even fracture the breastbone. Therefore, armored fighting women in antiquity would have worn padding under chest plates shaped exactly like the men’s, presenting a flat surface or a ridge down the center to deflect blows away from the heart.

In antiquity, some male and female warriors wore heavier armor on one side of their bodies, leaving the other side less protected or exposed, which could give an impression of single-breastedness. As we saw in the archaeology of Scythians (chapter 4), the skeletons of warrior men and women indicated that most battle injuries were on the left side of the body, dealt by right-handed opponents. Heavy armor for a gladiator’s sword arm and shoulder was used in Roman times, especially for the gladiator known as the “Thracian.” Suits of armor with pauldrons, heavy plates protecting one shoulder and arm, were often used in mounted combat. One-sided armor or shoulder padding unfamiliar to the Greeks could have been mistaken for single-breastedness and could account for Arrian’s report of the asymmetrical chests of the Amazons encountered by Alexander.

The notion of single-breasted Amazons—which seems to signal something about a warrior women’s sexuality, willpower, and masculine strength achieved by sacrificing a feminine attribute—has clung to the standard literary description of Amazons for more than two millen- nia. It seizes the imagination because it is gruesome, just as the tale of African mothers who cauterize their daughters’ breasts grabs attention today. A seductive false “logic” still clings to the ancient image. To people who have never drawn a Scythian-style bow or observed women archers competing in Mongolia, it seems to make sense that womanly breasts might present an encumbrance in archery. But drawing the bowstring back along the cheek or holding the bow out from the body while turning to the side means that breasts are no hindrance and there is no danger of injury to them.

Instead, a real concern is that loose clothing might interfere with the bowstring. Therefore archers wear body-hugging upper garments, like those shown on many Amazons in ancient art. For beginning longbow archers, the most vulnerable area is the inner forearm, which can be struck by the bowstring. Yet the notion of protecting the chest persists in archery. Women—and men too—are often encouraged, even required, to wear chest-guards, even though expert male and female archers find that close-fitting shirts and a forearm guard are the only safety requirements. An analogy exists in modern boxing. Unsubstantiated safety concerns were long used to justify excluding women from boxing. Women won the right to box in the 1970s in the United States but were required to wear an unwieldy plastic chest shield, which caused more cuts and bruises and made the chest a much bigger target. In 2008, medical experts convinced the boxing commission to lift the regulation.”

- Adrienne Mayor, “Breasts: One or Two?” in The Amazons: Lives and Legends of Warrior Women across the Ancient World

#the amazons #adrienne mayor #history #ancient #armor #scythian #greek #sarmatian

[thebartallenblog]

Impulse--The Fastest Attitude Alive

Continuing with the strange idea that part of the fandom has about Bart.

Many see Bart as if he is this sweet and innocent "uwu" little infant who has never said or done anything wrong, a delicate sunflower baby.

I'm not even saying that Bart is a rude character all the time, but it is a fact that he can be, because obviously like any other person he can get upset, or find himself in a bad mood, or just answer badly if he's angry, if someone is not having the most "friendlier" attitude to him.

Oh sure, spout a blasphemy like anyone else if you're excited, frustrated, upset, or confused.

But of course, Bart doesn't know how to do that, he's just a little boy 

"Grife" a 30th century swear word, is the most common expression he uses to complain or in a excited mode, it basically means fuck. Basically, he uses cusses in a language that not one would understand.

"Sprock" is another blasphemy from the future.

I actually liked this panel because it shows that although Bart uses to express with these words, in reality they are not very usual that he uses them, so he apologizes to himself for doing it. (And because he knows that Max would pulverize him)

He can be happy, aggressive, naive, rude, be a BRAT, I mean basically Bart is an anagram to brat.

But more important, He's a teeneger, he can be a 2 year old infant chronologically, but still a teen in his body and mind.

Seeing that so many people in the fandom just have this cute sunshine flower version of him just make me feel tired and feel sad for how misunderstood my favorite character is. This just hurt a little to me.

Also yes Bart has a temper.

Bart is the Fastest Attitude Alive.

#Bart Allen #Impulse #Kid Flash #Max Mercury #FlashFam #DC

[crossdressingdeath]

I'm pretty sure the "wwx is three" "no ur one" is literally just Jyl and Wwx being siblings and not an age play kink. sibling relationships are weird and don't make sense to an outsider at some points, it's just how it works. Jyl regarding wwx as a one year old is a cheeky remark about his behaviour, even playful about it, not a manipulation. like? do you have siblings? the anon who talked about it seems to not have any themselves.

...It was a joke, anon. Have you heard of those? Jokes? Sometimes people make terrible sex jokes, it's a thing. The internet is a place made for terrible sex jokes, I think you'll find.

Anyway, uh... as someone who does have siblings, my sister would literally never turn my serious concerns into an "Aw you're just a little baby" thing no matter what inside jokes we had, are you joking?! My sister actually respects me as a person and an adult, thank you very much! She recognizes that when I come to her for advice I want advice, not to be treated like a child! "A cheeky remark about his behaviour"... his behaviour here being revealing that he sees love as something that will be used to control and hurt him. That's not childish behaviour, that's extremely concerning. And totally dismissing this concern that WWX developed due to HER FAMILY including her like that, treating it as a silly, childish thing that her near-adult "brother" is telling her is in fact manipulative even if the game itself is not. WWX is not a kid in "Ew, romance is icky" mode! He's at least seventeen, probably older! Him being convinced that loving someone is like putting a yoke around his neck isn't a kid being cutely childish, it's a massive red flag! One that she steamrolls right over! She doesn't even acknowledge his concerns, much less try to allay them; she belittles them and calls him an infant for having them!

And also... we are not outsiders in this relationship. We are in WWX's head. We know what he does, we see what he does. Sure, in real sibling relationships some things don't make sense because outsiders don't have the context, but this isn't real. I can't believe I have to say this, but this is a book and we have all the context we should need to make sense of all the relationships the main character is part of. In fiction, by the end of the story the question regarding the protagonist's relationships should not be "Is this Weird or am I lacking the context" because we have the context. People need to stop treating these characters like they're real people with lives outside of what we see on the page.

#mdzs #lotus sister

[theggning]

Codsworth Is So Underrated, You Guys

ALTERNATE TITLE: Codsworth and the Totally Understated Mindbending Evolution of Artificial Consciousness

I find Codsworth is often the most underrated of the 16 companions in Fallout 4. Your faithful robot butler is among the very first you can recruit and an excellent early-game ally, but he has a few disadvantages in gameplay that mean he’s often sent back to Sanctuary before long. Codsworth is a mid-to-close range fighter only, cannot wear armor or be equipped with weapons. He cannot be healed by stimpak, which makes him a liability if you’re playing on Survival mode. He has no companion quest of his own, so unless you particularly enjoy him there’s not a compelling reason to keep him for a long time. He also becomes recruitable exactly 2 minutes after adorable puppy Best Boy Dogmeat, so he is often (understandably) replaced just as soon as he’s made available.

But there is this great, completely understated facet to Codsworth, so understated that the game does not draw attention to it in any way. And yet, it is a wonderful reflection of many of the themes of Fallout 4 and, I believe, a pretty strong indication of its thesis statement.

Now what in the hell am I talking about?

Like many sci-fi/fantasy universes, the Fallout series is home to many highly-advanced robots. Robots were commonplace before the Great War, and many have survived the bombs intact and in working order. Others have been built or modified by wastelanders to serve various tasks (Percy, Ada.) The most important thing to understand about robots, though, is though they may have vivid personalities programmed in, they are widely accepted to be objects. They are thought of the same way as an appliance, a machine built for a specific purpose and programmed to follow a strict set of protocols.

Many jokes revolve around the relatively rigid intelligence of robots. Pre-War, many were deployed in inappropriate jobs or designed haphazardly (Mister Handies acting as nurses in a hospital, “paramedic” Protectrons with massive deadly tasers for hands, military robots constantly going haywire and erupting in friendly fire.) Others continue to man businesses and play out daily tasks as they were programmed to do over 200 years ago. Most robots are incapable of understanding anything beyond their initial programming, and most pre-War robots are completely unaware that the Great War ever happened.

When the Sole Survivor reunites with Codsworth at the ruins of their home, it seems like he, too, doesn’t understand what’s going on. He talks about tending the (dead) garden, references the (ghoulified) neighbors, and generally acts like the chipper robot butler Sole left behind on their way to Vault 111.

But there is something slightly… off in Codsworth’s dialogue here. Though he acts like the war never happened, he also specifically mentions details that suggest it did:

Player Default: Codsworth! You're still... fully operational?          

Codsworth: {Defiant} Well of course, mum. You can thank the fine engineers at General Atomics for that! At least, you could have. Had they not been... vaporized.

A bit over 210 actually, mum. Give or take a little for the Earth's rotation and some minor dings to the ole' chronometer. That means you're two centuries late for dinner! Ha ha ha. Perhaps I can whip you up a snack? You must be famished.

You've no idea the desperation for human contact one develops over 200 years. {Upset, recalling bad memories of encountering raiders and scavengers. / Disgust} And when you do encounter them? Oh the cruelty! You're either... target practice or... spare parts!

Even stranger, Codsworth mentions details that are plainly made-up (or some kind of delusion):

Codsworth: It's been ages since we've had a proper family activity. Checkers. Or perhaps charades. Shaun does so love that game. Is the lad... with you...?   

Player Default: Codsworth... listen to me carefully... have you seen him? Have you seen Shaun?              

Codsworth: Why, sir had him last, remember? Perhaps he's gone to the Parker residence to arrange a play-date?

(Shaun is an infant. He is too young to play charades or to go to the neighbors for a play-date.)

So at once, Codsworth does and does not acknowledge the war. He does and does not seem to understand what’s happened, and he does and does not seem to follow Sole’s urgency regarding their spouse’s death and Shaun’s kidnapping.

And then, after a speech check, Codsworth finally snaps and breaks down sobbing in despair. Not only does he understand that the war happened, he has developed the ability to get depressed about it. Longing for human contact and with nothing else to do, he’s even developed coping mechanisms to help him try to deal with his loneliness and despair—futilely trying to do his chores and deluding himself into pretending everything is completely normal.

Wait a minute. Sobbing? Despair? Depression? Coping mechanisms and delusions? This Is all pretty sophisticated stuff to be programmed into a robot, and if you spend more time with Codsworth, the reality of what’s happened to him becomes apparent:

Codsworth has evolved beyond his programming. In his 210 lonely years of existence, he has developed emotional reactions and self-awareness far beyond that of most other robots, and, indeed, has basically evolved an artificial consciousness.

“Emergent intelligence” is the theoretical ability of an AI to eventually develop something resembling human thought processes, and it seems that our dear Codsworth has undergone this. Traveling with him, he displays many sophisticated thoughts and behaviors far beyond what most robots are shown to be capable of. He has memories of pre-War time and places, and understands how various locations have changed. He is capable of learning new information and forming opinions on it, gaining his own understanding of the people and factions in the Commonwealth. He can feel happiness, sorrow, fear, disgust. He can anticipate things, predict danger and imagine how people might respond to your actions. The mere he fact he has opinions and a moral code that he applies to you shows he has free will, something even other robot companions don’t (Ada has a personality, but absolutely does not care about your actions.)

He’s also smart enough to make many wry observational jokes, and to lay one hell of a sick burn on you:

{Joking - Found an old bowling alley. / Amused} Fancy a game, mum? Something tells me the bumpers are no longer available.

 Codsworth’s intelligence is even more sophisticated than that. He displays stunning self-awareness, frequently referencing the fact he is a robot and what that means. He is very proud of his background as General Atomics’ finest, and seems pleased with his robot nature and his lot in life. (Unlike Curie, I don’t think Codsworth would ever really want to gain a synth body. He seems quite happy as he is.)

Here he is making reference to still feeling the tug of his programming:

{Seeing an office with chairs arranged in a circle. / Neutral} I've the most incredible urge to rearrange those chairs in a more perfect circle.

Understanding when other robots are restricted by theirs:

A pity. It appears Deezer's programming is too severe to allow for normal conversation. Ah well.

And when they’re actually not:

Codsworth: Greetings, sir. Good to see another robot in town. That chef hat becomes you.

Takahashi: Nan-ni shimasho-ka?

Codsworth: Takahashi you say? I'm Codsworth, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Takahashi: Nan-ni shimasho-ka?              

Codsworth: Is that so? Well, we both know RobCo is no General Atomics. It's not surprising it failed, shoddy work and all.  {Friendly - trying to cheer up another robot. / Friendly} Chin up, though. Never know when parts may turn up.

 And here’s Galaxy Brain Codsworth ruminating on his own state of being and contemplating his nature:

{Disappointed that he can't be 100% human sometimes. / Sad} It's unfortunate that I lack the proper design to consume liquids. Something about camaraderie over a few drinks is very inviting.            

I suppose if I had the hardware, I'd have the software as well. I'd hate to see how that'd affect my honesty and manner settings.

{Reconsidering what he thought was a good idea. / Thinking} Indeed. Perhaps I should rethink my initial desire.

Hilariously, Codsworth does not seem fully aware of how remarkable his intelligence is. He occasionally says things like “if I had feelings” and “if I could feel things,” indicating that in some ways he still believes he is only a robot and defines himself by what a robot is and does.

But as we can see, our humble robot butler has essentially evolved to become the smartest, most emotionally intelligent and person-like robot in the Commonwealth*, and potentially in the series.

([SIDE NOTE: Other FO4 robots nearing Codsworth’s level of consciousness and developed personality include Captain Ironsides, KLE-O, Whitechapel Charlie, and perhaps Takahashi. Curie is close, but also receives the unfair advantage of being uploaded into a synth body with a human brain. Jezebel also functions off of a human brain. Nick is not a robot, he’s a synth (though he does jokingly refer to himself as one) and also has the advantage of a human brain encoded on his processor.])

Also hilariously, the game basically does not acknowledge Codsworth’s impressive evolution. At all. There is absolutely no direct mention of it in the script. It is all left to ambient dialogue and the player’s own observations. And because so many people overlook Codsworth as a companion, they may not even realize exactly how unique his expanded consciousness is.

Now, you might call this total lack of mention a mistake, an oversight on Bethesda’s part, or that old chestnut “bad writing.” I don’t think it is. I think it’s a deliciously subtle little detail to include in a story about humanity, machines, artificial intelligence, and what makes a person.

Many of the themes of FO4 revolve around synths—distinctly not robots, but androids, artificially created beings with fully organic human bodies. Most of the storyline factions have strong beliefs about synths and the relative humanity thereof. The Institute believes that synths are objects, tools, machines no different from a robot who are only simulating their personalities through programming. The Brotherhood believes synths are monstrous abominations, a danger to humanity itself, technology run amok which needs to be destroyed. The Railroad believes they are people. Not humans, but people, built instead of born, free-thinking beings that deserve to be treated with respect and given rights.

Through quests, dialogue, notes, worldbuilding and other venues, players explore these questions. What makes someone a person? If your personality and memories can be rewritten or programmed, then who are you, really? Where do we draw the line between humans and machines, and how do we decide who belongs where?

Meanwhile, as the player contemplates the nature of personhood and the definition of intelligence, their robot butler quietly evolves into a fully-conscious person on his own, right beside them.

Codsworth is unquestionably a machine, but also unquestionably beyond the appliance he was built to be. Which to some philosophies and players should really beg a few other questions. If a robot can be considered a person, then what makes synths so different? And how many excuses do we have to make to pretend otherwise?

Ya boy Codsworth may not be flashy, or powerful, or kissable. He may not be the most glamorous companion around. But he is a good friend, a beloved member of the family, and above all else, a loyal butler—content to serve, quietly and humbly doing his job where some may never even notice him-- or the fact that he’s casually become his own person and sent generations of roboticists and philosophers spinning in their graves.

#fallout 4 #fallout meta #codsworth #hey tumblr fuck you i win #i was forced to do an involuntary second draft #but i like it better now so hey

[sokkabeifong]

Can you write some tokka angst 🙏

ofc I can anon and IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE but better late than never I guess. this is set in modern times because modern times are fun to write for tokka okay? a bit longer than usual but the more angst the better am I right

Toph had promised Sokka that she’d go to the hospital when it happened, so that’s exactly what she’d done. She hadn’t promised that she’d actually get anyone’s attention. Or check in. Or ask for help.

Although… the contractions were getting more insistent, and she doubted the medical staff would leave her alone if she stripped off the stupid maternity pants and just squatted down right there on the lobby floor.

With a heavy sigh, she waddled her way over to the nearest front desk. Spirits, she hadn’t been in a hospital in years. She wasn’t even sure what the different branches and buildings and desks were all for. But there was no way that she was giving birth at home. Katara was in medical school, sure, but she wasn’t done. And Toph wasn’t about to risk her life and her child’s life for a “practice trial.”

Still, there was something unnerving about the hospital, with its stuffy feeling and too-squeaky floor. It feels clean, clean in a way that you can just sense. She didn’t need sight to tell her just how antibacterial this place was.

A pinging, traitorous part of her wishes that someone was here with her, that she didn’t have to do this alone. But it was her own stupid pride that had taken a cab all alone in a Wednesday night, and the only person she truly wanted present was somewhere she could never get him back from. She’d promised him before he died that she would go to the hospital if she felt even the slightest change. He wanted her to be safe, he said.

And now, of course, Sokka was dead and gone while she was here, swollen belly stretching out her sweater and maternity pants. As much of an annoyance as labor would be, getting the thing out of her was going to be a blessing. She’d spent too long unbalanced and vulnerable to attack.

“Can I help you?”

Toph was broken out of her musings by the question from someone sitting at the closest desk. She turned her head to where she hoped the person, a woman by the sound of it, would be.

“I hope so,” she smiled, falling back into a generic cover ID face. “I should probably see a doctor.”

“All right,” said the woman. She heard the clicking of nails on a keyboard, then something sliding across the desk. “Why don’t you take one of these forms, fill it out, and bring it back here?”

“Can’t ,” she said shortly. “I’m blind.”

“No worries.” The woman clicked her pen open like she had blind pregnant ladies come into the ER every day. Who knew - maybe she did. “I’ll ask you the questions and you answer, okay?”

“Okay.” Toph winced as another contraction hit her. At least the protruding baby bump gave her something to lean against. She made sure to breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth as the woman began questioning her, just as Katara had instructed her to do. I’m a few hours, the whole thing would be over and then - she bit her lip and redirected her thoughts.

She wished Sokka was -

She redirected that thought, too.

“Reason for your visit?” the woman asked, yapping the pen against the clipboard.

Toph waited a moment before she turned around yet again, because she was in the middle of another contraction and couldn’t decide whether she’d rather scream or just go ahead and kill the lady.

“My contractions are about eight minutes apart,” she said.

The lady blinked once and then repeated, “They’re eight minutes apart from each other? So you’re in labor. Are you in active labor?”

Toph smiled sweetly. “Are you asking me to stick my fingers down and see whether or not I’m dilated to seven centimeters?”

To the woman's credit, the crudity didn't seem to faze her, and she plowed ahead with, “Ma’am, this is the ER. We’re not equipped for a birth. I’ll call you a wheelchair immediately, and we’ll get you up to Labor and Delivery. Trust me, it’ll be faster than checking in here and waiting for a transfer.”

“Where’s Labor and Delivery?”

“Fourth floor, and I -”

“I’ll just walk over there. It’s fine.”

“Ma’am, I really must insist. You’ve technically checked in—” she waved the yellow paper “—and you’re our responsibility now.”

Toph leaned heavily against the counter and deftly snatched the page out of the woman’s hand. At least her coordination was still functional.

“There. Now I didn’t check in, and I’m my own problem.”

“Ma’am, please. You’re in no condition to go wandering the hospital, whether you take that against your pregnancy or your eyesight. Let me just call someone to wheel you over.”

Luckily for the woman, another contraction rendered her unable to give a snappy retort. She waited for it to pass, quietly, quickly, then faced the lady once more.

“Fine,” she said tightly. “Fine. Fine.”

“Thank you,” the lady said, obviously relieved. Apparently she did not deal with stubborn blind pregnant women on the daily.

By the time she had been put in a wheelchair and taken through the long halls and winding corridors to Labor and Delivery, Toph had managed to calm herself down. Not because the situation was in any way calming, but because she’d stressed her body and mind out enough that she’d fallen into full-blown mission mode.

Which was fine. It’d probably be easier to give birth with that attitude.

“Well, you seem pretty together, Toph,” the nurse gushed as she checked in yet again at the front desk. “We’ll get you back as soon as possible. For now, if you can just take a seat in one of those chairs, and listen for your name.”

Toph let her real self fade into the background, giving over control to the five other women sitting in the waiting room, and promptly closed her eyes. If she was going to be in pain, she might as well rest while she could.

-

The calm blind girl out in the lobby was already a topic of discussion.

It wasn’t completely unheard of for someone to come in alone. Life was weird and sometimes people gave birth without anyone they knew to help them through the experience. But this girl? The calm young girl with ebony in her hair and in her eyes wasn’t any of the typical stories. She was clean and put together. She was calm and young and looked like the kind of person who would have a dozen friends by her side, even if the father of the child was no longer in the picture.

And yet, there she sat. First in the waiting room and then in her hospital room.

Alone.

Moreover, Miss Toph Beifong had claimed on her paperwork that her contractions were now five minutes apart. However, she was sitting too calmly for that. In fact, the nurse had sat with phone in hand and timed out more than ten minutes, and the girl hadn’t moved once. She’d sat there calmly. No wincing, no cursing, no crying.

It wasn’t until the nurse pulled the woman back and got down to take a look that anyone believe the claim at all.

"Shit,” the nurse murmured.

The doctor startled and glanced up to see if Toph had been offended by the curse. Fortunately, the girl seemed more concerned with how many fingers she had, and didn’t seem to have heard.

“What?” the doctormurmured, more quietly.

“Her cervix is nine centimeters,” the nurse answered.

“Shit,” the doctor echoed.

-

By the end of it all, Toph had decided she did not like labor. She’d made that decision before she began crowning, and nothing that followed did anything to change that. While she had experienced worse pain in her life, she had never experienced that kind of pain.

She had once spent four straight hours being absolutely crushed by a girl at the gym and, at the peak of labor, she was pretty sure she’d trade out that experience for her current one.

Nevertheless, she didn’t scream. She screwed up her eyes and doubled her body up and flexed her fingers. Tears leaked from her eyes from the sheer stress of it all. But her lips remained tightly closed. The skin around them grew white from where she bit them between her teeth, and the nurses were afraid she’d draw blood.

One well-intentioned nurse had advised that she just give in and cry out.

Toph had rolled her eyes, widened her legs, and pushed again.

In the end, nature was inevitable. Toph had always had someone to remind her to take good care of her body, so the whole experience was over in a few hours. She collapsed back against the wet bedding. There was sweat and blood and who-knew-what all over her, and she’d probably never feel clean again.

There was screaming in the background, and her eyes finally focused on the small infant being washed by the hospital staff.

Then her view was cut off by the ring of congratulating nurses.

“It’s a beautiful girl. Do you have the name ready for her?”

“Call it Toph, for all I fucking care,” Toph murmured, too quietly for anyone to make out. She turned over on her side, away from the child, and shut her eyes tight.

-

Later that night, after hours of tossing and turning in her sleep, Toph was awoken by the small mewing sound coming from her bedside. She sighed. She’d tried to have the baby whisked away to some far-off nursery where she wouldn’t have to ignore its presence, but apparently the hospital didn’t “do that anymore.”

Spirits, she felt so empty. Tired and empty and drained.

Deciding she could avoid it no further, Toph feels her way to the other side of the bed. The hospital is quiet, and she can’t even guess what time it is. Probably late at night. She waddled over to the bassinet, and the mewing became a full-fledged scream.

She jumped. The baby continued screaming, but less so, as if it hadn’t realized anyone was there. She found herself reaching down, feeling the child, the blankets, so afraid she would drop it or break it or… worse. For a moment she hesitated.

This is your baby, she thinks. You’re allowed to pick it up. It’s yours. And his. You can pick it up.

Her. She could almost hear Sokka’s voice echo through the room, reminding her that their child wasn’t an it. The thought made her smile.

Slowly, carefully, as though her life depended on it, Toph lowered her arms around the tiny, tiny baby and lifted her up. The baby stopped bawling and snuggled against her mother’s chest.

“Hello,” she said stupidly, like the kid could respond. But her mouth kept moving. “Um. Uh, my name’s Toph. I’m your - Spirits, I guess I’m your mom now, huh?”

The baby gurgled, her lips curled like she might cry again. Toph hurried to keep talking.

“Oh, God, um. What else, what else… uh, you have a bunch of aunts and uncles,” she said. “They’re all gonna help raise you. They’re annoying sometimes, but they mean well. You’re our first baby, you know.”

Our. The word made Toph close her eyes for a second. Try as she might, there would be no more “our.” There was only “she.” The “our” in her partnership was long gone. How was she supposed to tell her child that?

She decided to start with the basics.

“Your daddy was so brave,” she whispered. It hurt to talk about Sokka in the past tense, but she kept going. “He was so, so strong and brave and I just know he would have loved to meet you. He already loved you, you know. He wanted to meet you so bad, kid. He just never got the chance.”

The baby blinked, her eyelids heavy like hearing about the father she would never meet was too much for one night. Toph wholeheartedly agreed and set her down in the bassinet once more, making sure she was secure before plodding back to her own bed and face-planting on the blankets.

The nurse had told her the baby’s eyes were blue. She let that thought sink into her heart before drifting off to sleep.

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