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The Wholesome Thread

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Cabbagepatchkids
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the c a b b a g e
 
So from that pic, depression eventually beats down your mom and takes her skull and soul?

That's the simple explanation
 
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Summary

Powers and Stats

Tier: Unknow

Name: Main

Origin: Shounen manga

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown

Classification: Human

Powers and Abilities: Aura, Empowerment

Attack Potency: Unknow

Speed: Unknow

Lifting Strength: Unknow

Striking Strength: Unknow

Durability: Unknow

Stamina: Unknown

Range: Unknown, likely standard melee range

Standard Equipment: His friendships

Intelligence: Unknown (Knows where his strength comes from)

Weaknesses:

Notable Attacks/Techniques:

Others
Notable Victories:

Notable Losses:

Inconclusive Matches:
 
So many pictures here and I don't see a single line of literature.

''"Is this where you tell me we need to be friends?" I asked.
She blinked and looked up at me. She touched my face with her fingertips.

"Harry, we're … We went past that a long time ago. I don't know if we can … if we should be lovers. But I'm your friend. Your ally. I've seen what you want, and what you're willing to sacrifice to make it happen."

She took one of my hands between hers, pressing hard. "I feel lost since they fired me. I don't know what I'm meant to do or who I ought to be. But what I do know is that I've got your back. Always." Tears fell from her blue eyes. "So goddammit, don't you start taking the highway to Hell. Because I'm going to be right there with you. All the way."''
 
This one might be a tad long but it's worth it I promise

At the top of the stairs stood two figures—an enormous dog and a little girl. The dog was grey, shaggy, and the size of a bantha. A bulky ruff of fur about his head and shoulders gave him a leonine look, and his dark eyes were bright, his slightly curled tail wagging so furiously that it looked like it might pull him over sideways. When Mouse saw me, he made a happy little chuffing sound, and his front paws bounced off the floor, but then he glanced to the girl beside him and held himself carefully still.
The little girl stood with her hands buried in the thick fur of Mouse's mane, as though she had refused to admit that she couldn't just circle her arms around his neck and tote him about like a teddy bear. She was wearing an old T-shirt of Molly's that read SPLATTERCON!!! across the front. The shirt hung past her knees and its sleeves went halfway to her wrists. She had big brown eyes the size of softballs, it looked like, and her dark brown hair hung straight down to her little shoulders. Her features were a little long. I could see myself in the shape of her eyes, in the set of her chin. But she had her mother's full mouth and elegant nose.

Maggie. My daughter.

My heart all but stopped beating—and then it lurched into high gear in pure terror. What should I do? What should I say? I mean, I had known I was a father and whatnot, but … now she was looking at me. And she was a person.

She regarded me soberly from the top of the stairs for several long seconds before she said, "Are you Harry Dresden?"

She was missing a tooth from up front and off to one side. It was kind of adorable. "Uh," I said. "Yeah. That's me."

"You're really big," she said.

"You think so?"

She nodded seriously. "Bigger than Mr. Carpenter."

"Um," I said. "How did you know it was me?"

"Because Molly showed me your picture," Maggie said. She moved her shoulders, as though attempting to hold Mouse up the way she might a favorite doll.

"This is my dog, Mouse." Mouse wagged his tail furiously and managed not to knock Maggie down while he did it.

"I know," I said. "I'm the one who gave him to you." Maggie nodded.

"That's what Molly said. She said you gave him to me 'cause you loved me."

"Yes," I said, recognizing the truth as I spoke it. "That's true." She wrinkled up her nose, as if she had smelled something unpleasant. "Are you mad at me?"

I blinked several times. "What? No, no, of course not. Why would I be mad at you?"

She shrugged and looked down at Mouse's mane. "Because you aren't ever here. Never, ever."

Ow. The Winter Mantle is pretty amazing, but there are some kinds of pain it can't do jack about.

"Well," I said after a moment, "I have a very tough job. Do you know what I do?"

"You fight monsters," Maggie said. "Molly told me so. Like Draculas and stuff." Had Molly been filling in for me a little, while I was away? That … sounded a lot like the kind of thing Mab had done or ordered done when I was unavailable—taking up some of the duties of her vassal in his stead. Maybe Molly was following in the same footsteps. Or maybe she was just being Molly, and being as kind as she could to the child. Or maybe it wasn't as simple as either-or.

"Yeah," I said. "Like Draculas and stuff. It's very dangerous and I do it a lot."

"Mr. Carpenter works harder than two men. That's what Missus Carpenter says."

"That's probably true," I said. "But he comes home every night. And you haven't ever…" A thought seemed to strike her and she pressed a little closer to Mouse. "Are you going to take me away?"

"Um," I said, blinking. This was proceeding really quickly. "I, uh. Would you like that?"

She shrugged, almost hiding her eyes in Mouse's mane. "I don't know. My toys are all here. And my roller skates."

"That's very true," I said. "Um. Not tonight, anyway."

"Oh," she said. "Okay. Molly says you're really nice."

"I try to be."

"Is he nice, Mouse?" Mouse continued wagging his tail furiously, and gave a quiet bark.

"Mouse is smart," she said, nodding. "Really super dog smart. We're reading James and the Giant Peach."

I blinked. Did she mean that she was reading the book to the dog or that Mouse was reading the book, too? I mean, I already knew that he was as smart as most people, but I'd never really considered whether or not he could learn to do abstract things like reading. It seemed like a very strange notion. On the other hand, he was going to school. Hell, I only had a GED. If he stayed close enough to Maggie for long enough, the dog might wind up with more education than me. Then there'd be no talking to him.

"Don't tell people about Mouse, though, okay?" Maggie said, suddenly worried. "It's a top secret."

"I won't," I said.

"Okay. Do you wanna see my room?"

"I'd like that." I came up the stairs, and Maggie let go of the dog's mane with one hand, to grab my right forefinger with it, and to lead me down the hall. Maggie's room had, long ago, been Charity's sewing room. They'd cleaned it out and redecorated the little chamber, in purple and pink and bright green. There was a tiny kid-sized desk with a chair, and several toy boxes. The toys had all been put neatly away. There were a couple of schoolbooks on the desk. A closet stood slightly open, and proved to have its floor covered in dirty clothes that hadn't made it into a small laundry hamper. There was a raised bed against one wall, the kind that usually came with a second one beneath it. There wasn't a lower bunk. Instead, there was a big futon mattress on the floor beneath the bed. Posters of brightly colored cartoon ponies adorned the walls, and the ceiling above the bed.

Once we were in the room, Mouse finally let out a few little whines and came over to me, grinning a big doggy grin. I spent a few minutes rubbing his ears and scratching him beneath the chin and telling him what a good dog he was and how much I'd missed him and what a good job he was doing. Mouse wriggled all over and gave my hands a few slobbery kisses and in general behaved exactly like a happy dog and not at all like a mystic, super-powered guardian creature from Tibet.

Maggie climbed a little ladder to her bunk, to watch the exchange closely. After a minute, Mouse leaned against me so hard that he nearly bowled me over, and then he happily settled down on the futon mattress beneath the little girl's bed.

"I have a monster under my bed, and it's Mouse," she said proudly. "There was another one there but me and Mouse slayerized it." I lifted an eyebrow. I mean, any other kid, I might have thought she was reporting a recent game of pretend. But on the other hand … I mean, she was a Dresden and all. Maybe she was giving me the facts and nothing but the facts.

"He's the most awesome dog ever," I said. That pleased her immensely.

"I know!" She chewed on her lip thoughtfully, a gesture that reminded me so much of Susan that a tangible pang went through my chest.

"Um," she said. "Would you like to … tuck me in?"

"Sure," I said. She nodded and flopped down onto her pillow. I stepped up to the bed and took a few seconds to sort out the sheets and the blanket and to get them pulled over her. Once that was done, she said, "Would you like to read me a story?"

Mouse's tail thumped enthusiastically against the wall.

"Sure," I said. And we read Where the Wild Things Are.

When I finished, she said, "You didn't do the voices right."

"Hmmm," I said. "Maybe I'll do better next time."

"I don't know," she said dubiously. "I guess you can try." She looked at my face searchingly for a moment and then said, in a tiny voice, "Do you want to be my dad?"

I went blind for a few seconds, until I blinked the tears away. "Sure," I said. It came out in a tight croak, but when I said it she smiled at me.''
 
1 picture = 1000 words

Thus, your wall of text is only worth around 1.5 pictures (1478 words).

I can post 2 pics and it will be greater than your text wall.
 
you get em monarch, fight the power, give writers power
 
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