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THE PARENT/CHILD MEME

Parents, congratulations! The precious responsibility of legal guardianship has been placed upon your shoulders. You are now in charge of a real, live, adorable(?) child! Welcome to the greatest adventure of your life! In theory, anyway. Let's hope you don't screw this up...

Children, also congratulations! Whether you had one before this meme or not, you have officially acquired a genuine responsible(?) adult to love and cherish you, teach you useful skills, and look after your every need! In theory, anyway. Let's hope you aren't too much of a handful...

HOW IT WORKS:

Make a post with your character's name and fandom in the subject line, and make note of whether you'd rather play as a GUARDIAN, as a CHILD, or as EITHER. Guardians must be over the age of 18 and children under the age of 18, but if your character is too old or too young for the role you want to play, just shoop their age and make a note of it in the subject line!

[Examples:]
YUFFIE KISARAGI | FFVII | GUARDIAN (25)
ROY MUSTANG | FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST | CHILD (6)

Easy as pie! Now, pick out a likely-looking guardian for your child or a child for your guardian (cross-canon tagging is totally encouraged here, but canon relationships are also fine), tag their post, and start playing! Rolling up a relationship, a scenario, or both at the RNG is entirely optional. Good luck!

RELATIONSHIPS:

1: Born
Behold, the fruit of your loins! Whether you've been raising this kid from day one or have belatedly become their primary guardian, the DNA testing doesn't lie - you are this child's ancestor.

2: Adopted
Not every parental bond starts in the womb. You've selflessly opened your home and your heart on a permanent basis to this bundle of joy. Best of luck as you bond with your new child!

3: Fostered
Sometimes the greatest gift is a place to call home, even if it's just a temporary chapter of life. For however long they're in your care, this kid is depending on you for stability and love.

4: Found
Where did this kid come from? You'd better puzzle it out quick, because you've suddenly found yourself with an extra mouth to feed, and there's nobody else around to do the job.

5: Borrowed
There is somebody else to do the job...but they've passed the baton to you for the time being, or you offered your services yourself. Babysitting is a major responsibility - do your best!

SCENARIOS:

1: "Now I lay me down to sleep..."
It's time to put this kid to bed. How many bedtime stories and drinks of water is it gonna take? Only one way to find out.

2: "Part of this balanced meal!"
Food is the foundation of life, the kitchen is the heart of the home, and mealtime with loved ones can be a peaceful oasis...or a trial by fire.

3: "I'm so proud of you!"
Part of the joy of parenthood is celebrating your child's accomplishments. Whatever your kid did right, make sure you let them know how happy it's made you.

4: "Come, stop your crying, it'll be all right..."
Something has gone badly wrong for this little one. Whether the cure involves a first aid kit, some good advice, or just comfort and reassurance, it's up to you to make things right again.

5: "Say 'ahh'..."
Being sick is never fun, but having somebody around to take good care of you can make all the difference to an ailing child. Try not to catch it yourself, though.

6: "And let that be a lesson to you."
Sometimes, when your child puts a foot wrong, it's your job to set them right. A time-out, a telling-off, grounding, or even corporal punishment...what method do you set stock by?

7: "Now, follow my lead..."
Teaching a skill to a young person is a wonderful way of passing on your wisdom to the next generation. Let the training begin! And let's hope your specialty isn't anything illegal...

8: "Get behind me!"
A threat has emerged, your child is in danger, and you can feel the adrenaline kicking in. It's time to get in there and protect your young!

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[Dave Strider's not a sentimental guy, so obviously it's no big deal to fly across the country to babysit his sister-figure's sort-of daughter while she wines and dines her publisher into submission on a few key points in her latest volume of wizard smut, or whatever she writes.

Besides, it can't be that hard. All he's gotta do is put some movies on and make sure she doesn't piss herself and throw something together for dinner, right?]

You hungry, princess?

[ Easy as pie if you were babysitting a baby, which she definitely isn't. Rose seems to understand the dangers in indulging youth in their desire for solitude, so she's maintained a close watch on Roxy through most of her childhood. when she couldn't, she enlisted the help of others. It only seemed appropriate- Roxy was an insufferable attention hog. Doesn't change the fact that she is 16 and by all accounts is no longer in need of a babysitter.

She holds up a little hand to signify she needs to finish reading this page of wizard smut before she replies... and done.

Rolls over on the loveseat to face- Uncle Dave? Handsome not-father figure from mother's always elusive past. Shoots him a grin. ]

Yeah! Let's have lobster.

Sounds good.

[He gets up, ruffles her hair--it's a habit, it pisses his little bro off, what can he do?--and slides into the kitchen. He opens a cabinet at random.]

So where do you keep the box mix for that?

[ Roxy straightens her curls and laughs- at least until she realize this might not be a joke. Fuck, what does Dirk eat anyway, kids can survive on a steady diet of Doritos and orange soda alone.

Uh.. right? ]

No, like real lobsters? The living ones, you toss them in water and they scream while they boil? C'mon, you know what lobster is.

[He's smirking as he goes through the cabinet.]

'Course I know what lobster is. It goes great with Fritos.

[He takes down a box, slips his shades down his nose a second then shakes his head and puts it back. What kind of mom is Rose if she doesn't keep the Kraft Looney Tunes-shaped macaroni on hand at all times?]

No, it goes great with Reisling.

[ Kicks her feet, watching Dave idly as he rummages through the cupboards. The last time he was here was the spaghetti-o fiasco, so she doesn't have super high hopes. ]

You should go get me a refill too.

Riesling also goes great with Fritos. Everything goes great with Fritos, anyone who says otherwise has got no appreciation for the classics.

[Yeah, he's closing the cabinet and ignoring that request. He's not a waiter, he just pays guys to play them on TV.

He opens the fridge.]

Your mom didn't leave me like, a five-course meal I could nuke for us, did she?

[ Incredulous look over the back of the couch to her babysitter. ]

What, you think Rose freaking Lalonde, queen of more money than the banks can hold, is eating Lean Cuisines?

Hey now. Every now and then your mom gets down and dirty in the ironies with us.

[He paws through the shelves and then crouches to go through the drawers. Jesus, is this what food looks like before it's food? Gross.]

I meant more, do you know if she made something for us before she left, or should I call for room service.

[ And laughter is your only response. Rose! Make something! For Roxy! That's hilarious. ]

[Sign. He stops rooting around in the fridge, except to grab himself one of those kiddie apple juice boxes Rose probably bought to belittle one of them. He closes the door and comes back to the couch.]

Where's the best lobster from, Maine?

[Slurrrp goes the juice straw.]

[ Scoots over on the couch to make room for Dave. Little shrug. ]

I dunno, sure. Why?

[Plops down next to her and gets out his phone.]

I'm ordering take-out.

Ummm.... like from Maine? That'll take forever.

Who's got two thumbs and owns the space program?

[ Thinking about it... Points at Dave. ]

I knew I liked you for a reason. You want lobster, I can get it here in half an hour. Unless you'd rather we hit the town.

[ Leans over against Dave's shoulder. ]

Aww. You asking me on a date?

You bet. We'd be the classiest blonds in the joint. Though you'll probably have to whip out some kind of disguise for me if you don't want random douchebags prostrating themselves on our table.

Woooow. I didn't need to hear that about uh your.. Whatever.

[ Okay, let's forget about that part! Debating whether or not a date would be the best way to spend her night. ]

I dunno, I can drink in here. You'll take me someplace where I can't get some booze, won't you?

That depends. How good's your fake ID?

um.. As good as nonexistent.

[ Weak little laugh. ]

I'll get on that. Don't--[He points at her.]--tell your mother. I've seen what she can do with a pair of knitting needles and I am not fucking interested.

[That said, he starts scrolling through his phone.]

Still want lobster?

Only if it's with wine!

[ Reaches across the couch to tug on his arm, excited, no way she's going to actually get something less than lame from this babysitting outing! Excited little squeak. ]

[He grins and pushes at her head good-naturedly. Totally his favorite not-sure-how-we're-related relative.]

It'll take a day or two to get your new card in, so let me call dinner in. And I won't get it from Maine so it'll get here faster.

[He dials a number, then holds the phone away from his ear a second while it rings.]

Mind if I get a bag of Doritos to go with it?

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fuckincakewake - 2012-05-23 06:16 (UTC) - Expand

it's all getting a bit domestic in here

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