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Come Hell Or High Water Masterpost

The will of the D may have been a mere echo of the past, but its bearers were anything but. Standing in front of her lover's execution platform, Portgas D. Rouge vowed never to lose a single member of her family again. (She just hadn't taken into account that her family would be so large.) OR How many traumatized children can Rouge adopt?

I'm fascinated by Rouge's character and she's unironically become one of my favorite characters in One Piece while writing this, which is tragic considering we only see her for about two minutes. But if Oda won't give me content on Rouge, I'll do it myself.

Come Hell or High Water is a story that begins with Roger's execution 24 years ago and continues to the present day based on the concept that Portgas D. Rouge survives the Baterilla massacre and raises Portgas D. Ace as well as Shanks and Buggy.

Throughout the story, Rouge also adopts every child she meets in need of a parental figure (i.e. half of the One Piece characters). It's a family-centric story where everyone survives their tragic backstories with romance in the background far away and lots of fluff.

This story will cover topics regarding child development into adulthood while healing from past trauma, this includes fear of abandonment, self-esteem issues, child abuse, codependency, etc. It also deals with grief and (unhealthy) coping mechanisms especially in the first chapters following Roger's death.

(Disclaimer, I'm not an expert on any of those subjects except for the fact that I was a child once and had to grow up. The end result is mostly fine so I can consider it a success.)

I'll be referencing events from the manga as they happen like new characters and such. It won't be anything major until we caught up with the main timeline (unless specified at the beginning of each chapter), but if you'd rather not be spoiled, I understand.

If you have any more questions about this AU, feel free to ask me, I always love talking about my brainchild <3

Children Of The Sea (First Part)

Yall I need more of THIS

Not My Princess

Summary: Bakugo’s loves his little daddy’s girl and doesn’t like that she’s growing up.

Wordcount: 5153

“It’s been so long since we had lunch together. Work has been hell without you there.” Your friend from work had come to visit you for lunch today. Since you had taken leave to become a temporary stay at home mom, you didn’t get to see much of her anymore. The two of you made idle small talk as you sipped on your drinks in the kitchen. You hummed in agreement as you glanced at your daughter, Hanabi, sitting on the floor in the living room, quietly coloring as the heroes’ news showed on the TV.

“She’s gotten so big. She’s definitely her father’s daughter; looks just like him. Except she has your eyes.” You chuckled at your friend’s statement; she has no idea how true that really was. 

From the very moment your daughter was placed into Katsuki’s arms, she had become his princess and he was her favorite. You don’t mind; it is quite fun watching the intimidating explosive hero turn into to goo for his princess. She had him wrapped around her fingers so tight; he wouldn’t hesitate to give her anything if she asked. It’s a good thing that the only thing she really wants is her Daddy.

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Sam had always shipped her two friends, Kara and Lena. Frustrated with the gay idiots, she planned to make a road trip to bring them together. Unknowingly, during the trips, old feelings came up and the result was surprising.

Midnight fluff-drawing strikes again!

I used an old picture of a WWII soldier and a kid as a reference for this one (see below). I cheated a little by using Krita to create a basic sketch directly over the photo. Then I used that sketch as a reference for the actual drawing, which I did freehand on paper and colored using alcohol marker, with the addition of colored pencil for some depth and texture.

And yes, Luke's "blanket" is in fact Vader's cape. Love that trope!

Used Ohuhu Honolulu and Copic Sketch alcohol markers after outlining in black ink, plus Derwent Inktense blocks for the walls and floor. I like using alcohol markers, although the colors are more intense than I would prefer. Currently only have limited colors to work with, so I'm looking forward to getting some subtler shades and earth tones!

Am incredibly pleased with how the kids turned out, especially since I sketched them out late at night and without references. Turned out much better than expected.

That doodle earlier got me in the mood for some domestic fluff and also a little bit of lore drop. So prepare for some tooth rotting domestic shit with Ford and his alien fish family.

Quick thing: Wrote this bit previously before I wrote the actual drabble and oh shit. I may have gone slightly more into the horror side of the lore than I intended.

So, TW for horror imagery around pregnancy, aliens(?) and brief mention of possession (it's Ford, what more do you expect?)

Ford laughs softly as he tries to pry his daughter's tail out of her mouth for the X time today. Penni had been teething recently and was trying to chew on anything she could get her tiny little six-fingered hands on. Obviously, her own tail was the easiest thing to grab and chew, but her favourite thing to chew was his glasses.

She was an accident borne of an interspecies miscommunication between him and Nimirylov that, despite having been sorted now, had been the biggest strain on their relationship they'd ever had. Nimirylov's species had an interesting way of breeding. The weaker of the partners would carry the child. This is because of how consuming pregnancy is for their species, meaning that the stronger partner needs to stay aware to protect their partner and child.

Ford had been completely unaware of that until suddenly there was something off with him. Nimirylov had simply thought Ford was freaked out because it was an unplanned baby. Meanwhile, it felt like a borderline horror experience for him as alien instincts overtook his body and his mind. At the worst of times, it was eerily reminiscent of being possessed. That disgusts him more than anything else.

It's unfortunately not an inaccurate description, though. These instincts were alien to him, quite literally, and he was totally at their mercy. Pregnancy was quite obviously never something that Ford had expected for himself and therefore never prepared for. Especially not one like this.

It lasted a total of fifteen months, and the last five months of it are, admittedly, a total blur to him. He'd been told later, once he'd finally been able to regain control over himself, that the way he'd acted was completely normal, if not subdued or later than what a member of their species would display pregnancy symptoms.

Arguably, even worse than the pregnancy itself, was the aftermath because then Ford had nobody to blame for how he was feeling or acting but himself. He's been reassured countless times now that the way he felt was completely normal, but at the time, it was terrible. All he wanted was to feel like the him he'd finally been able to become in this world again.

Nimirylov had had to hold him close so many times, reassuring Ford with words his instinct ridden brain could barely process.

It takes Ford by surprise sometimes now, when he looks down at his innocent little girl, that she could've caused that much terror. She's just a tiny little thing who depends on him and his fiancee more than anything. She's the one thing that finally made Ford realise that he deserves to be happy and loved.

He gently takes his glasses off and places them on her little face, watching closely as she giggles wildly as if he just did the funniest thing in the world. Ford had never understood children before, he'd barely understood people before, but his little girl was just special.

Standing up from where he'd been crouched down beside Penni, Ford considers going to see how much of his princely work Nimirylov has gotten done. After all, Nimirylov had lovingly but bluntly banned Ford from their kitchen after his last disastrous attempt at cooking. Therefore, Nimirylov was the sole chef of the house since they'd moved to a small cottage away from everyone else not long after Penni was born in order to just be the three of them for a few years.

Before Ford can leave the room to go and check on his fiancee though, his attention is demanded back by Penni.

"Dadadada," His baby girl babbles and Ford freezes.

"Nimirylov! Come here, quickly!" Ford calls loudly through the house before bending down to pick Penni up and hold her closely in his arms.

Nimirylov rushes into the room a few moments later, a look of panic on his face. His long blue hair that had been so perfectly tied up this morning is now a complete mess. Just as he's about to ask what's wrong, Ford holds Penni out proudly and announces,

"She just spoke! She said dada!" The pride in his voice is something that previously could've only been found within Ford's rambles about his achievements. All of them pale in comparison to the pride he has for Penni.

Nimirylov's eyes widen with joy, and he pulls Penni from Ford's arms to cradle her in his own arms.

"Oh, my darling little minnow, you're so smart, aren't you?" Nimirylov coos softly, poking Penni's little nose. His charisma and skill with spoken words is something Ford could never even dream to match, not even with their daughter.

"I suppose I win then," Ford says after a few moments, a slight smug look on his face.

Nimirylov had jokingly started a competition between them to see which one of them Penni would name first. Which is part of the reason as to why they're both going by human names, both in agreement that English would be an easier language for her to start talking with, seeing as she's a hybrid.

Playfully glaring at him, Nimirylov bounces Penni in his arms before trying to coax her to say "papa" as well.

It continues throughout the rest of the night until they put her down to bed. At which point Nimirylov complained, with no real upset behind it, about how Penni had stubbornly refused to say anything but "dada."

Umbrella Academy FF Idea

So...I had this idea for a story that I might never write.

So, this could take place during season 1 or 2, as long as everyone is together. I was thinking after season 2, when their still adjusting to the weird new version of reality.

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But basically it involves Klaus getting hit by some kind of thing that turns him into his younger self. Like physically and mentally he’s at some point between 12 - 14, after Five disappears but before Ben dies.

Basically, everyone gathers around when it first happens because their worried about him, he then starts panicking. Maybe some ghost soldiers get summoned to protect him or something. I have a head cannon that before the drugs, Klaus actually had an amazing grasp on his powers but since his dad kept pushing him, he gave up to drugs.

Five, being the only one he would actually recognise, jumps in to calm him down. 

Over the rest of the day, Klaus is trying to wrap his head around what's happening and he’s still not talking to any of the other siblings.

Eventually, Vanya gains his trust by convincing him by doing something they did when they were kids (Handshake, song, something like that). This gives Five a break as Vanya volunteers to keep an eye on him.

When Luther and Diego try to befriend him, they discover that they practically bullied Klaus when they were kids when they didn’t mean too. This is one of the reasons he was so quiet as a kid, he thought half of his family hates him.

Over the next week, they all slowly gain Klaus trust, the others realising how much more Klaus was abused then the rest of them.

This causes all of them (Except for Vanya and Five because they already knew) to feel extremely guilty for calling him stupid or childish.

It ends when one day, Klaus wakes up as his normal self, very confused as to what’s happening and why everyone’s crying and hugging him.

I just feel like it has so much angst and fluff opportunities. 

So much family interaction that could happen!!!!! 

Good morning, enjoy some fluff ^^

(Tiso later proceed to become a little gremlin)

(They brought it upon themselves )

Mabel and Max though🥺

family photos be like:

please give it love :’)

Pretty Random Turtle Thunks: Baby Clothes

Scenario: You’ve just handed said Rise Aged Up Turtle a tiny baby outfit. Whether your child, a niece, nephew, sibling or just some infant you saved from the streets, just know there is now an itty bitty baby human within your general vicinity you are now taking care of

*Rating: Milk🥛(aka for anybody)*

Raph🧸❤️: Tears. Just. So. Many. Tears. Makes Niagara Falls look like a trickle. This man is literally loosing it, hand over mouth can’t stop staring at the ridiculously tiny piece of fabric in his hand. It’s barely the size of his fingers.

…Sweet Pizza Supreme in the Sky…

ItS BaReLy ThE sIzE oF hIs FinGeRs.

You find him hunkered down in his room immediately after the news, surrounded by the remains of over a dozen, half started knitting projects, tears still on his face as he tries to fathom the very idea that something can be that small.

He’s been trying to knit the perfect baby blanket, but his anxieties start to take over every time he starts over. He worries the material is gonna itch the baby’s skin. Is the baby gonna suffocate if the stitches are too tight? Will the baby drown in fabric if he makes it too big? Will the baby get too cold if it isn’t big enough? etc etc etc…

You’re gonna have to talk him down a little bit because he’s gonna work himself into a frenzy getting ready for the baby.

Donnie🤔🟪: Just looks at said article of clothing. Looks back up at you, face slightly pinching in confusion, then back at the outfit. Cue a slow curious thumbing of the fabric. Slow blink. Body suddenly freezes. Eyes comically begin to grow wide. (Give him a second, give him a second; he’s computing) Before his head suddenly snaps back up to stare at you and then almost frantically back down at the garment as the realization hits. There’s no outwardly facial reaction, but the tell tale sign is that his hand fumbles for his goggles as suddenly he’s going full inspection mode.

You are more or less not surprised when the article is met with immediate disdain.

Cue Donnie spending hours researching the best materials for baby clothes. They’re going to be 100% organic and made of the softest and most sterile fabrics he can find. And if he can’t find any brands that suit his high class fancy, well he’ll just design a machine to do the job himself. He’s not the founder of Genius Tech for nothing.

This small infant will be associated with HIM of all people and a such deserves nothing but the highest quality. The best of the best for the best. Obviously.

Your child will be the most finely dressed child of the century after being in the hands of Donnie for more than 5 seconds. There will be a fashion show. Period. Being a baby never looked this good. 

Leo✨💠: Realization that slowly unfurls like a blossom in the morning sun. This turtles face is so bright with excitement when it finally clicks that he literally becomes the sun for like solid minute it’s just that big. However that smile immediately folds into that signature cat smirk that warns of nothing but impending deviousness.

Your child is in trouble, for it now lies in the hands of an evil mastermind, hell bent on causing tomfoolery that will last through out the generations to follow.

He’s always wanted to leave a legacy, and he will seize this moment and milk for all its worth. 

All the dad jokes. All of the horrible groan-inducing, eye-rolling, awful puns. All the stupid slapstick, low brow kind of humor are now practically plastered to your child’s clothing. He thinks he’s the funniest person alive and will do everything his power to infect said child with the same vein of humor.

Also, be warned of leaving your child alone with this man, because if left to his devices for too long, you will receive an unfathomable amount of memes and edited baby photos of your child and Leo in hilarious re-enactments scenes.  

Mikey🎨🧡: Pretty sure a missile just went off Because the squeal of excitement that erupted from this turtle was the only warning you got, before you were all but tackled in a hug like a rugby player, pretty much burst not only the sound barrier but your ear drums as well.

There! Is! So! Much! Excitement!

It. Can. Not. Be. CoNtAiNeD!!!!

It’s literally oozing out of him and man practically reverts into a child himself as the foundation of curiosity is exploded, and you are all but drowned in a relentlessly loving sea of questions. He wants to know EVERYTHING. All the time! Because he just - he just -he just can’t wait! All this time to prepare for another little bundle of joy!  It jumpstarts his creative spark in a way you have NEVER seen before. He now spends his time religiously spent in three locations: locked in close and glued to your hip, a culinary cabaret in which you are very much the honored guest who just has to taste test his newest recipe (your taste buds have never been this happy) or in his art studio working on just one more thing for the baby.

He’s designed his own baby clothes, painted more than enough scenes for multiple nurseries to be completely filled, and even written a couple of his own baby adventure comic books that he is just dying to read the awaited little one.

He’s beyond ecstatic at the thought that there’s now something tinier than him that he can help take care of and love. 

Bottom line: Both you and your baby are about to be welcomed into the arms of the most excited and loving family you will ever have the privilege of knowing. Just…good luck trying to get their arms off of you. Because they will never and I mean EVER let either one of you go. That is both their threat and their promise!

Shout out to the besties who proofread @anobodyinabog and @saspas-corner 🧡

As well as the ever incredible @avery73 (hope it’s ok to tag you in this, but I just realized that I lowkey based my turtle thunks after reading yours, and I wanted to give you the credit. Thought you might enjoy?)