Accepted to mayfield_rpg || Father's thoughts on 'oh god i'm going to get declined' :|

[pumpkinpie]

~Never need to worry when you think you're gonna fail,
turn that sad frown upside down, let your skills prevail,
Worryin' will get you down, the world will miss your smile,
Keep that happy on your face and be singin' all the while!~

The credit goes to you, kiddo! 'Just need to accept it.

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[not_a_polly]

It's nice to see someone being nice to their mun for once.

[pumpkinpie]

Wouldn't even dream of treatin' my children badly. [And he adopts everyone eventually, I swear...]

[not_a_polly]

You consider your mun your child?

[Really Rue could understand that. He wasn't born like other people so he adopted friends as a sort of family.]

[pumpkinpie]

Anyone who needs our love are a part of our family. [He references 'our' to the Other Mother.

Theirs is a little more... awkward than adoption.]

The Other Mother is never late. She arrives precisely when she means to.

[otherisbetter]

[Give her a moment to compose herself. She's still a little annoyed about the whole 'helped Coraline espace and left her to die' issue.

Still, it wouldn't do any good to scare anyone by yelling, would it? So, she'll just put on a happy face.]

I could have sworn you were looking a little... shorter when we last saw each other.

[The distinct lack of 'dear' or 'darling' at the end of the sentence really should bring home just how angry Other Mother is right now.]

Never late and always welcome! Although I was just going to put up a D_M post about his drop. ;n;

[pumpkinpie]

[Oh dear. Oh no. This isn't good. And if this Other Mother hasn't dealt with him yet... is this another Other Mother? He's seen duplicates of Coraline around, but never his wife.

This means he's going to have to go through the punishment twice doesn't it?

To say he's scared is an understatement, but showing it would be a stupid idea.]

We~ll hel~lo there beautiful. [He's grinning, but he's never really been able to hide his emotions from his creator.]

The kiddo fixed me right up; but no stitch is grander than yours, sweetpea.

Dang it!

[otherisbetter]

[Oh ho~ If she had it her way, he's go through the punishment over and over and over and over again.

Her grin never falters, even as she reaches out, carefully pushing her darling husband's glasses back up his nose.]

Going to someone else for fixing sure is one way to make a girl feel unloved. You wouldn't be trying to make me feel bad, would you? Because, well, I think you know what will happen if you were.

Also, sorry if I switch accounts. currently tagging stuff elsewhere, so changing is a pain. :3

[pianokeys]

[He flinches, but his smile never falters.]

You weren't around, honeybunch. If I had my choice, we'd never have been separated.

[In all honesty, he'd never go to anyone but you for fixing. This was the mun's doing.]

It's all good~

[otherisbetter]

Really?

[Her smile slips and her voice eases out of the melodic, nurturing tone into a far angrier one. She manages to keep her voice down, though, if only for he children.]

You could have fooled me.

[pianokeys]

[Oh. They're on this topic now.]

No~one can fool you.

[otherisbetter]

[Hopefully she'll soon be appeased enough not to devour him. Or torture him.

But, hey, what are the odds of that?]

But people can lie, and people can not do as they're told, and people can betray me; and people can let me die.

Would you know anyone who'd do something so cruel, darling? Anyone who would let their own wife waste away?

[pianokeys]

[That's his plan. He wouldn't be the tastiest pumpkin pie, anyhow.

And maybe he can be useful again?]

[Please, no.]

I only wanted what's best for our family. [because he really did want a family. The love you gave him for both mother and children... that's like giving a real father his newborn and ripping them away from him.]

[otherisbetter]

[Don't be modest, he would be the ultimate pumpkin pie.]

The best?

[Exactly. She wanted that love; after all, what kind of family doesn't have true, honest to goodness love? She wanted him to love whichever child wandered into their world, and she wanted him to love her, too. Not just to play the part. But to legitimately feel as if she was constantly adored by someone, even if it wasn't her dream child.

She never planned for the children to always run, though. She thought at least one would stay. One who was utterly perfect in every way, who would complete their perfect family.]

I think you're lying, dear.

[pianokeys]

[He really would prefer not to be though.]

Ne~ver to you.

[Never. He dislikes lying to those he loves, but he'll lie to the children and to the adults in Johto that ask him what an Other Father is. He'll lie to them, but not to you; he just won't always tell you what he's thinking.

One thing he can do is love you, though. If it were just you that he had to love, then this would have never happened.

He awaits that day. In the place he currently is, he has a family- around 10 children, in fact- but it's not entirely the family he desires; it lacks a certain black and white beauty that he'll always desire, even if he is scared of her.]

[otherisbetter]

[Has his preferences ever stopped her before?]

Promise?

[Her grin sharpens a fraction.]

Swear on your life?

[pianokeys]

[Never.]

Cross my buttons and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye- [Wait, that's normal. He gives a little nervous laugh; he's trying to push himself back to his usual ways now that everything's looking a little better.]

On my life. [He doubts he'll ever break that promise... but it's better than dying now, right?]

[otherisbetter]

Oh, I'll do far worse than stick needles in your eyes, darling.

[She laughs the thinly veiled threat off, but keeps the thought of bringing up her death in the back of her mind, just in case her husband ever grows something resembling a spine, once more.

Nothing like shattering a man's self esteem.]

So, how about some cookies, dear? I made your favourite!

[pianokeys]

[He knows. Oh woe on this abusive marriage. Poor guy can't even stop loving you, it's so deeply embedded.

He puts a hand to his chest, the other out towards her.]

A~nything by you is my favourite, oh Queen of cooking.

[otherisbetter]

[Even if he tried to stop loving her, Mother would simply teach him that keeping up this adorable little crush of his is far better for him.]

Oh, you.

[She playfully waves the compliment off, taking his hand and guiding him - or, perhaps she's dragging him, she can't really tell anymore - towards the kitchen, a plate of double chocolate chip cookies cooling on the benchtop.]

Go on. Eat up, but don't spoil dinner. I'm making roast.

[pianokeys]

[He wouldn't even dream of it... nightmares maybe, but the images of their children crying whilst they had the buttons sewn is nightmare #1.

He's used to being dragged and jerked around by now, so he just goes with it.

Rubbing his hands together, he sits down on the table.]

Mm~mmm! Cookie mountain.

[otherisbetter]

[Tut, tut. It's because of little things like that she almost wishes she'd made him without a sense of guilt.

Wait, no, that's a lie. It's funny to watch him try to convince himself he's doing the right thing. It's amusing to watch him suffer through his own emotions towards keeping his wife alive.]

Remember, sweetie, don't spoil dinner, or I'll be very upset.

[pianokeys]

[If that love wasn't as embedded in his core as it is, he'd hate you by now.]

A~nything for Mother.

[Next step: EAT COOKIES. He isn't complaining at this part.]

[otherisbetter]

[She knows he loves her. That's what makes his suffering all the more enjoyable.

Although there is, on rare occasions, a tiny voice in her head that questions whether any of that love has grown to be natural, or if she made him this adoring.

No matter, though. Mother simply watches her husband eat his cookies, gently brushing a piece of hair out of her way to lean over his shoulder and peck him on the forehead.]

I love you, darling. You know that, right?

[pianokeys]

[It's doubtful that even he could truly answer that; he'd tell her it's all natural, but whether it was...

He crosses one leg over the other, a smile beaming on his face. It's the moments like this that he prefers her, he's sure this is what she's really like; he's clouded himself so far in hope and love that he just wants her to always be like this and not the other, crueller forms.]

Always. Love you too, Sugarcake.

[otherisbetter]

[If he ever did bring up that desire for her constant kindness, she'd simply remind him that there'd be no need for her to get all worked up if he just did as he was told like a good husband would.

It's all his fault, just like always.]


Sugarcake? Oh, that reminds me, I should get started on a new cake recipe. Don't you think that'd be nice, pumpkin?

[pianokeys]

[And he'd accept that it's better that he get the blame than the children, like always.]

What'cha got cookin'? [Other Father translator: 'What flavour do you have in mind?']

[otherisbetter]

You'll see.

[Other Mother translator: 'Children The souls of children Pumpkin.]

[pianokeys]

Can't wait! [He's none the warier on this one; he thinks it's back to normal.]