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new dads are so cute. he lp
Olimar is too good of a father and has worked far too hard to come home to his children swearing
“Hey, don’t look at me! I’m not swearing!”No, she was too much of a proper lady for behavior like that! What would Mama and Papa think, if she’d started swearing? What would Auntie Rosalina say?No comment on what her brother’s doing, though.
hokotatehoshi:
“As apparently your adoptive older brother, I volunteer as tribute for whatever consequences your swearing has. Go on.”
“Wait, seriously? You really mean that?” Oh, man. See, this what made Louie the cool one. Mama and Papa acted like swearing was the worst thing ever, and Sage couldn’t figure out why. They were just words, weren’t they? He grinned, full of mischief. Why not let Louie say a few, too? “Which one should I say, first?”
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DONT. DONT DO IT
“But everyone else is swearing, and they aren’t getting in trouble! Why am I the only one who can’t?”
Well, if everyone else is swearing, he sees no reason why he can’t! A quick glance around, to make sure no adults can overhear him...
“F—”
“Don’t even think about it.”
it’s too early for surrender, too late for a prayer-
we can’t go to hell if we’re already there!
they say the end is coming, and i need to prepare-
we can’t go to hell if we’re already there!
Want to hear stories from an old man can’t seem to stop crashing onto hostile planets? A little too Interested in biology and arts? Is you muse a young child/teen in need of a father figure? Or maybe you just like cute little plant/animal creatures?
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AU, M!A, and crossover friendly
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“Oh! My word, aren’t you precious?” This was the Pickle-man her grandson wanted to keep, wasn’t it? Hopefully the little dear won’t mind getting a pat on the head, because that’s exactly what she’s going to do!
Spyro 2 sentence starters
“Is this rain ever gonna stop? I’ve forgotten what the sun looks like.”
“We should go on vacation!”
“They’ve got claws like this, teeth like this, and they spit fire like this!”
“I’ve got a dragon!”
“Hi! Which way’s the… beach?”
“Haven’t you guys ever seen a dragon before?”
“I hate dragons!”
“How do we get ourselves into these messes?”
“I’m a faun, you dork!”
“I, uh, got a little lost.”
“How can you be sure I really exist?”
“We have found that hockey is a peaceful and calming sport.”
“If you stare at it long enough, you might not see anything.”
“I suppose I could teach you for a small fee.”
“You see this wall here? I bet you’re dying to know what’s on the other side.”
“Now I can pursue that dancing career I’ve dreamed of!”
“Please take this… er… thingamajig.”
“This submarine is 100% shark-proof.”
“You can have this little trinket for good luck.”
“But, um… it’s awfully noisy in there…”
“Mmm, I love the smell of turtle soup in the morning.”
“I guess now you think you’re pretty good.”
“Where are we?”
“Say hello to your new king.”
“Bring it on, shorty!”
“What a wuss!”
“Boo.”
“If you help me put him back together again, he’d sure be more fun.”
“__ is a fool for betting against a dragon.”
“Well done, grasshopper!”
“You deserve another shiny thing.”
“Legend has it that there is a portal to __ here. And, legend also has it that I know how to activate it.”
“It is urgent! He has our tickets to tonight’s hockey game!”
“Just hold tight for a second, and look out below!”
“You’d think those guys could have got me out of here without rolling a two ton snowball onto my head.”
“I lost my pet snow leopard.”
“I hope __ didn’t get eaten by draclets.”
“Looks too scary.”
“Sorry if it still has clam juice on it.”
“Now we can proceed with our counter-attack.”
“How lucky for me that you came along.”
“Trouble with the trolley, eh?”
“Ok, __, looks like we’ve got us a bit of a situation here.”
“What light from yonder window breaks? That window up there dummy.”
“Wow. What an explosion! It sure is a good thing I had my helmet on.”
“Hewwo, __.”
“Well two can play at this bombing game.”
“You’re pretty cute for a quadruped.”
“You know how hard it is to find a locksmith at this time of night.”
“‘Just stand still,’ he says. ‘I’ll turn your boots to gold,’ he says.”
“Thank you for releasing me.”
“It just won’t be the same without party hats.”
“Check out this cool cave I found.”
“No one’s been through that portal in years.”
“I thought I’d never find a sucker… er, I mean, you’re a shrewd customer, __!”
“I’ve been trying to get a berry out of this magic berry bush.”
“You are really starting to get on my nerves!”
“So you thought you had gotten rid of me.”
“I’m perfectly useless without my trusty pencil.”
“I’m a secret agent!”
“I’m going to my secret hideout. Only members of my secret club are allowed to go there.”
“Here, take this secret decoder. It will allow us to send secret messages!”
“Please take this item, which living creatures seem to like.”
“These invading sheep in their spaceships must be stopped.”
“You’ve just sealed your fate!”
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cosmcther:
“They’re not illegal on every planet, so that means they’re not super bad. Laws change from state to state to reflect the state government’s views, and it’s just like that for planets! Something may be viewed as bad in one place, yet it’s perfectly fine in another! And right now, these fireworks belong to me and I say they’re completely okay and 100% safe to set off.”
She lied. She had a bag full of all kinds of off-planet explosives, some wrapped up in metal casings, long wicks, short wicks, colorful wrapping paper, straight solid appearances to show how serious the firework was and how it really shouldn’t be handled carelessly…she had a lot. And with one she pulled out, it had a pretty zany mock-up. Purple and silver made this one up, the wire length long, and coated in something sparkly. Definitely would stick to your clothes if you got too much on yourself. It, along with her star wand, was retrieved, a wild smirk gracing the woman’s face. She…sh-she was an adult, right? She knew right from wrong, so of course this would go fine.
“Are you ready? Because I sure am.”
“Me too, Auntie!” If Libra wasn’t part of the conversation before, she certainly was, now. Aunt Rosie’s words made perfect sense! She was a princess, wasn’t she? And princesses could do whatever they wanted to, and no one could tell them no! (Papa would probably say otherwise, but Libra knew the truth.) “Can I set off a firework, too? Pretty please with sugar on top? I’ll be extra careful, I promise!”
So. Mrs. Greenhorn. You've heard about the existence of two more alternate-universe versions of your grandson, right?
A new message! Granny Greenhorn set her knitting needles and her fortieth handmade Pikmin sweater onto the growing pile by the rocking chair, and picked up the HocPad lying on the coffee table for a closer look. She squinted, having just a bit of difficulty reading those small words on-screen.“Mmm, let’s have a look… maybe Louie got that sweater I sent him…”She’d even personalized that one–more than usual, anyway. Blue, extra soft, with ‘GRANDMA’S LITTLE ANGEL!’ knitted on the front. (And the back.) It would keep him nice and warm, all the way out in space. She was sure of it.She skimmed over the message… and found that it wasn’t one from her grandson at all, but something from an absolute stranger! And according to this stranger, she apparently had…“Two more alternate-universe versions of my grandson?”A pause.A blink.“…whuh?”What did that mean? Spam, maybe. She’ll just ask Louie about that later… if she remembers, that is.
“I wonder if those creatures my grandson travels with ever get cold, while they’re off exploring on that planet…” Hm. She does have a lot of yarn, and an awful lot of time. Her sweet Cricket was always a quiet boy, but with him gone, the house seems so much emptier… a hobby ought to do her some good, to keep her mind off of things. Besides, the little ones would look so cute, in tiny sweaters! “…how many of them were there, again?” The cat curled on her lap gave a content purr in response, not much for conversation. She would ask her grandson, but Cricket usually didn’t respond to his e-mails until later on in the day–and she could easily have quite a few of them done, by then. So, she’ll pick up her old needles, lean back on her rocking chair, listen to her favorite daytime soap opera, and start knitting sweaters, one by one. Those Pickle-men were going to make up the coziest expedition team on PNF-404, mark her words.
rxvenous:
You’re like family to us…
And that was what broke him. Melting into Paulina’s hug, he started practically wailing, so many tears and emotions he’d been bottling up released all at once. In the heat of the moment, he didn’t care that he was, from his perspective, bothering her. He just needed to let everything out, all the guiltguiltguiltguiltguilt.
“Wh-at did I do to des-erve you…?” he choked out between sobs as his hands tightened in her shirt and he buried his face into her shoulder.
Paulie held him closer, her own eyes tearing up a bit, one hand gently patting Lou’s back. There wasn’t much she could say at the moment, she knew; words could wait until later, after he’d calmed down and was ready to talk. Right now, all he needed was to get everything out–all of those negative emotions, those bottled-up fears and doubts–and for someone to simply be there for him. And they were no longer alone. Libby’s voice carried from several rooms away as she rushed towards the kitchen, somehow not waking her sleeping father up in the process. “Moooom! Sage won’t let me play my gaaaaaame! He said he needs to use a phone to save, but I saw him walk by three, and–” Libby’s voice cut short. Her little pout immediately softened into a look of concern as she stared at her mother and Lou… though she’d remained by the doorway, almost afraid to intrude.
“Why is Mr. Louie crying? Did something bad happen?”
// Louie’s grandma commenting on every photo he uploads
me, watching that whole exchange unfold: h h h hH H H h H H HHH
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