p.s. it's been said a hundred times but apparently always needs to be said again: you're free to think ARR is bad (If You Actually Played It) but omg don't go around presenting it like it's the be-all, end-all, undisputed, unbiased, objective truth.
I'm forever glad I played when it came out and didn't have to deal with that shit because I can't imagine what it's like to be told over and over 'the game starts bad but just keep going'.
If people hadn't absolutely loved ARR we wouldn't be here now.
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When a rat turns a 1000 years old they become a Kyūsu. They grow large like a cat and have been known to take care of orphan kittens, but this old rat found four turtles in strange green ooze. The Kyūsu did not expect the second physical change in his long life nor did he expect to raise four not-quite kappa in modern Japan.
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could you write something about simon cuddling a stuffed animal for his kid? like the kid leaves the room and doesn’t take the stuffie and gives it to him so it doesn’t get lonely and absolutely refuses to let him set the stuffie on the couch
“you have to hold him, daddy. he’ll be sad if you don’t”
i love the idea of big tough men holding small stuffed animals (bonus points if it’s a dog or a bear) -tea 🍵
ghost + your son's teddy bear
When Simon is home, he's always the one to put the kids to bed.
It's the most one-on-one time he gets with them.
First, your daughter. She's nearly two now. He will sit with her in a chair and just hold her for a bit until her squirming fades, her little cheek turning slack against his chest. "Look at you, dove. Ready for your bed." A kiss to her little hand, a kiss to her cheek. And he'll carefully transfer her into the crib.
Then, your son. You witness some of their nightly routine. Simon will lean against the bathroom door to watch him brush his teeth. "Don't forget to rinse, kid." He will let him pick out the night's attire, supervising as he practices dressing by himself (offers help where needed).
That's all you see of it. Once your son's in bed, you give them their alone time.
But one night, you're tidying up in the living room when you hear quiet murmurs. The door to your son's bedroom left ajar.
"Daddy, my bear gets sad when you leave." Soft, sleepy.
And then a gruff, "Does he now?"
"Mm. He misses your stories."
"Got to tell him your own stories fo' me, bug."
You don't mean to listen, but it's hard not to, a soft smile touching your lips. Curiously, you drift closer to the door.
"Daddy, you're big like a bear."
"Am I?"
A hum, a little giggle. "You're the dad bear. My teddy is the baby."
"Another one now, huh? Can barely handle you and your sister."
More sleepy giggles, but then there's the gentlest of yawns.
"Alright, kid. Time to close your eyes."
And what you don't see is the firm kiss planted on your son's forehead. All you hear: a quiet whine.
"Wait. You have to kiss teddy, too."
"Right,” Simon mumbles. “Give him 'ere."
You peak in just when the bear makes it to Simon’s hands. The behemoth of a man dips his head to give a kiss to the stuffed animal, just as he did to your son. Your heart flutters.
A languid pause.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah?"
"You've got to take my bear with you when you leave," your son whispers. "Or else he will get really, really sad."
Your heart clenches. Teeth grazing your cheek.
You hear your husband's low voice, "Want me to?"
"Yeah, he's your baby now, 'member? You have to tell him stories," your son demands in a sleepy daze. "And give him hugs. Like you do with me, okay?"
"Alright, bug, I'll take 'im."
And the next time Simon is deployed, weeks later, you notice the stuffed bear tucked in his bag. What you won't see, and what Simon wouldn't admit to even you, is how the bear finds home on the cot in his dorm. Simon- Ghost when he's in the uniform- holds this bear every night he can.
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