#DadDec No.1

[whumpwriterforlife]

The stranger was waiting for them when they got home from the store, casually seated at the kitchen table with a gun held loosely in a heavily tattooed hand. Simon froze at the sight of it, a visceral sort of fear making his throat close up before he could even think about screaming, coiling around him like a vice. Cool, calculating eyes met his gaze. The front door closed somewhere behind Simon, signaling John's return with the mystery bag he had refused to let him peek into, and Simon's body spasmed — to run, to fight? — but ultimately stayed rooted to the spot. “I was thinking, Si, maybe we could…” John said, his voice coming closer and closer and the stranger at the table straightened in anticipation. Simon saw the fingers tighten around the gun and he could already see it rise in his mind, hear the deafening gunshots and smell the blood, see the—the body lie motionless on the floor. Just like mum. Just like Tommy.

(John is teen Simon's adopted dad ・ Daddecember Day 1: "Cover your eyes" ・ Whumpcember Day 1: Broken Bones ・ No Major Character Death)

(You can blame @whostarlockeda03 for this)

[quail-with-a-nail]

Don't Look Outside

@daddecember Day 1: Lost in the Woods + "Close your eyes."

Fandom: Countryhumans

Relationship: Alaska & Hawaii & Texas & US

I was staring out of the window above the kitchen sink when Alaska ran in with his winter coat in his arms. I looked over, curious.

“Papa, can you take me into the woods?” Alaska asked.

I smiled, glad it wasn’t something serious. These kids were extremely accident prone, believe it or not. “Sure, I’ll take you. Did you ask Hawaii and Texas if they wanted to go?”

“Hawaii said she was too tired, and Texas said he didn’t want to go.” Alaska began to rock on his feet.

“I’ll trust that you’re telling the truth, and that you don’t just want to leave your siblings out of it.” I stopped leaning on the counter and ruffled Alaska’s hair, which was met with a small squeak of annoyance. I laughed. “Remember your gloves and your boots, Ala. And also remember to tell me if you’re cold. I don’t want you to get frostbite.”

Alaska nodded vigorously, and I was slightly worried that he would give himself whiplash with how aggressive it was. He then ran out, and I followed him, although I walked. I got my gloves and coat from my room. My boots were by the door. I had halfway laced the first boot when Alaska came running to put on his own shoes. It didn’t take nearly as long as to put them on as mine did. Mostly because his didn’t have laces.

“Come on, Papa, come on!” Alaska ushered, practically bouncing on his feet.

I laughed again and finished tying my boots. “Be patient, Ala,” I gently chided. I stood and called through the house, “Texas, Ala and I are going in the woods, you’re in charge!”

“Alright!” Texas called back. Hawaii bid us goodbye with a shout. I took Alaska’s hand and opened the front door.

The rush of cold air made me shiver. I exhaled a cloud with each breath. I was quick to step outside and shut the door behind us, worried about losing the heat of the house to the weather.

Alaska smiled wide, pulling against my hand as he tried to run ahead. “It’s so pretty out here!” He giggled, pointing to the snow and looking back and forth between it and me. I couldn’t help but grin with him, his joy spreading.

“Let’s get going, then!” I began to jog, which was about equivalent to Alaska’s run. I led Alaska to the woods, and in particular, towards a trail that we had walked a few days before. Alaska’s smile seemed to be frozen to his face, never leaving for a second.

Alaska’s laughter died down as soon as the crooked, leafless branches of the birch trees that made up the forest created a shield between us and the sky. Alaska stared with wide eyes, and let go of my hand to spin in a circle. He soon returned to my side, but he couldn’t stop looking around.

I tried to focus on the path more than the scenery, even though it was pretty. Snow covered most of it, much like the rest of the ground. My only real indicator between the path and the woods was how far apart the trees were. It left the path pretty clear, but only if you were going straight. It only really got sketchy when there were bends and turns.

Alaska stopped for a moment. I stopped as well, and looked to where he was staring. A pinecone stood out of the snow, only a little bit of its top poking out of the snow. He let go of my hand and ran over to pick up the pinecone. When he returned to my side, he held it up to me like a prize.

“Papa, look, I found something!” He cheered. I couldn’t help but to smile and crouch down to get a closer look. Alaska stopped holding it up and cradled the pinecone in his hands. “Isn’t it cool?”

“It’s very cool,” I responded, unsure how else to tell Alaska that I liked the pinecone too. “Do you wanna take it home?”

Alaska nodded and hummed “Mhm!”

“Well, let’s finish walking first, then we can go home. I think Hawaii would like to see it.” I almost stood up, but something behind Alaska had caught my attention. I only caught a glimpse of it, and it was in my peripheral vision, but I definitely saw movement. I looked up.

It looked like there were birch trunks moving on their own, as if they were the jointless legs of some freakishly tall creature. I was confused for a minute, but then it hit me.

Alaska he tried looking behind himself to see what I was looking at. I covered his eyes and gently turned his head back to face me.

“Papa, what’s happening?” Alaska’s voice trembled, if only slightly, and I just prayed that he wouldn’t try to fight me on this before we got home.

“I can explain when we get back, but for now, please listen to me,” I whispered. Alaska nodded, and he held the pinecone tighter. “Close your eyes. Do not open them until I tell you to, okay?” He nodded again, and I hesitantly took my hand away from his eyes. They were closed.

I picked Alaska up. I turned around, then closed my own eyes. There were very few turns in the trail so far, so it wasn’t too precarious. Still, there was risk. I took a deep breath and began to pray that we didn’t walk off the path.

“What’re y'all doing? You’ve been gone for an hour!” Texas shouted, and I opened my eyes. Texas was standing in the doorway of the house, and I sighed in relief. I ran to Texas and ushered him back inside.

“I’ll explain in a minute, alright? Just- I’ve got to make sure we’re safe. There’s things out in the woods, and we just need to take precautions, is all.” I knew I sounded panicked, but I had a hard time focusing on keeping myself sounding calm when I was on the verge of panicking.

Texas gave me a strange look but didn’t question it. He backed away from the door as I stumbled inside with Alaska still in my arms and closed it myself. I carefully put Alaska down on the floor, but Alaska refused to let go of my sleeve. I saw that his eyes were still tightly closed.

“You can open your eyes,” I murmured. Alaska opened his eyes, and began to cry silently. I picked him up and hugged him.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. We’re gonna be okay,” I soothed, kissing his forehead. Alaska held onto me, still crying. I turned to Texas. “Help me close the blinds, and tell Hawaii to not look out the windows.”

“What if she fights me on it?” Texas asked, crossing his arms.

“Just say I told her not to.” I walked to the nearest window. “Come on.”

He ran to wherever Hawaii was and told her. She didn’t fight back, at least not loud enough to be heard, so he helped me close the rest of the blinds. After we were done, I asked him and Hawaii to wait in the main room. I followed them shortly after.

“Okay, what’s happening?” Texas asked.

Hawaii nodded. “Yeah! You’re being weird.”

I sighed and sat on the floor with them, even though there was a couch available. The kids were weird like that. Alaska still held onto me. “Look, there’s… creatures in the woods that are only mean when you look them in the eyes. Your Uncle Canada said they weren’t going to be anywhere close to here, but he was wrong, and they’re nearby.” Hawaii glanced at the window. “But if we stay inside and keep the blinds closed, we’ll be fine. It’ll only be for a few days, I promise.”

Hawaii nodded again, and Texas didn’t give any response. Alaska let go of me, but didn’t ask to be put back on the floor.

“Do we have Monopoly?” Hawaii murmured, breaking the silence. She fiddled with her hands.

I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, we do. I’ll get it out. Who wants to be banker?”

“Me!” Texas and Hawaii shouted in unison. Thet glared at each other, and I laughed.

“Rock paper scissors for banker,” I told them. “Best of three.”

After about two hours of arguing over who owned what property and how much to tax someone, as well as winning conditions, the game had finally concluded. Hawaii and Alaska were both tired at that point, and went to their bedroom to take a nap. Texas and I were tasked with putting the game away.

“You weren’t telling the whole truth to them,” Texas said, making sure he had all of the property cards. “They’re little, I get that, but you can tell me.”

I hesitated at first. I paused counting the little green and red houses and looked up at him. “I wasn’t,” I admitted. “Those creatures… they’re tall. They have jointless legs that look like the birch trees out there. If you look them in the face, which sort of looks like a branch, they’ll try to crush you.” I gathered the little pieces in my hands and put them in their place in the box. “They have to stay in the forest, unless they’ve been looked at. Clearings, like where we are, are safe unless they’re mad.”

Texas hummed. “Can’t you fight em?”

I scoffed, halfway between a laugh. “No, no. These things are tough. You can burn them, sure, but they’ve got thick skin. Nothing can really get through it. They weigh a lot, too. It doesn’t help that they can track you better than a hound.” I looked up at him. “Fighting them is basically a death wish, unless you can aim and run with your eyes closed in the woods.”

He looked at the closed blinds, then looked back at me. “And we’re safe here, right?”

“Safe as we can be.” I put a hand on his shoulder. “Trust me. They hate clearings as much as they hate being looked at.”

Texas smiled, and I felt relief wash through me. "Alrighty."

[zrisewrites]

Marshmallows ~ A Victor Backstory Short Story

A Victor Hunt backstory drabble, told from his mother's POV. Prompted from the @daddecember event and the @fluff-cember event!

Synopsis: Lukas and his mother are enjoying a cozy day at home, before a storm blows through their halls.

Word Count: 1.1k

Content Warnings: Implied abuse

Notes: Victor is called Lukas in this drabble, for spoiler purposes.

The marshmallow blooms into a puffy golden ball, the edges crisping into perfectly charred ridges. Lukas grins, his face flushed from happiness and the heat from the oven as his gaze flicks to mine. “Is it ready?”

He’s grown so much older, so quickly. His soft brown curls straightened out into floppy waves. Dressing in his own smart outfits, handsome sweaters and ironed slacks. His eyes hardened with wisdom beyond his ten years. He’s seen more than he should have had to.

But at times like least, where he has those sparks of happiness every child should, life feels… right, again.

I grin slightly at him, pulling back the stick and blowing on the marshmallow. “It’s perfect. Grab the rest of the supplies for me?”

He nods, shooting me a lazy salute as he scrambles to his feet, snagging the box of crackers and the crackling packet of chocolate off the counter, before plopping down next to me again.

“Shall you do me the honor of tasting our first creation, kind sir?” I say, pitching my voice up into a royal falsetto. He laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he bobs his head towards me.

“Surely, my queen.” He says, pitching his voice down, into a creaky old deep voice. He pulls a cracker from the box and snaps it in half, drops down a square of chocolate, and presents both to me. I smile, setting the marshmallow on the cracker, then dragging it back. Sticky tendrils of sugar cling to the roasting stick, all pearl and fluffy clouds and crackling burnt embers.

He grins, shoving the other cracker down on top and smooshing it together. “I will venture a preposal… a treatful treaty, of sorts.” He breaks the s’more in half, offering half to me.

I wave a hand in an embellished bow, nodding my head at him. “Very well. I shall accept your treatful treaty, on one condition—you’ll actually finish that beautiful painting of yours, I have kingdoms waiting for thy masterpiece.”

He grins. The light in his eyes flickering for just a moment. “Agreed. If you’ll make us another one after this, to seal the deal, y’know?”

I laugh, taking the offered s’more. “Deal.”

He nods, his eyes sparkling again as he bit down on his s’more.

The marshmallow squishing out in a cloud of freedom.

The chocolate sliding over the graham cracker, not a care in the world.

The cracker, cracking, snap, as the front door slammed open.

I flinched, rising to my feet and shoving the oven shut.

Thud.

The door slammed.

The door always slammed before—

I whirl towards Lukas, painting an easy smile on my face. Measuring the thuds of his footsteps down the hall, figuring out how much time we have— “Go to your room, alright?” I whisper, grasping his shoulders and pulling him to his feet.

His gaze darkens. “Mom—”

“Go, Lukas.” I try to focus on good things, trying to infuse my hope of a better life for him, our better future, into my smile, instead of what I hear crashing down the halls. “I’ll be after you in a minute. With some more s’more, mkay? Go work on that masterpiece.”

James storms into the kitchen, throwing his briefcase onto the couch. It crashes against the wall, cracking open, spilling papers everywhere.

Papers-?

“What in the galaxies have you been doing this whole time, huh?” He snarls, striding towards me. I shove Lukas behind me, squeezing his hand then letting go, praying he’ll listen and just go—

“Art, and housecleaning, love.” I keep my voice even, offering him a gentle smile. “Plus, I made your—”

He shakes my shoulders, shaking me hard. I gasp, my eyes flying shut for a moment as my voice catches in my throat.

“You dirty little liar.” He growls. “You thought I wouldn’t find out?”

“Find out—what? I don’t—”

“Leave her alone!”

My eyes fly open, blood running cold. Lukas stomps forward, eyes blazing as he tries to shove his father’s hand back. “She didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Lukas, go to your room.” I beg, trying to twist towards him—

James shoves me aside. I yelp, stumbling back against the oven. Brief pain flares up my back, but I ignore it. Heart slamming in my chest, as James’s attention settles on Lukas.

“You think you deserve to talk back to me?” He snaps, stalking closer to Lukas. Lukas falters back a step, before his hands clenches into fists, his gaze settling into tender steel.

“I think—you don’t deserve to push my mom.” Lukas snaps back, his voice shaking but fierce. “And she doesn’t deserve that.”

My heart slams again.

My son—my beautiful son—my son—

“James, he didn’t mean it.” I gasp. James’s fist flies forward, hitting Lukas square in the jaw.

I fly forward, pulling at James’s arm. Every other thought shutting down. The nerves, the fear, the wishing I didn’t have to deal with this—gone.

I’d rather go through this pain a thousand times worse as long as he wouldn’t hurt Lukas—

Lukas stumbles back, slamming into the wall, eyes wide as he presses a hand to his mouth, blood already sliding from between his fingers.

James whirls around, eyes cold as steel. I hold his gaze, breath hitching in my throat.

“Don’t hurt him.” I breath.

“You ungrateful—” He scoffs, growling a curse. He grabs my arm, dragging me down the hall. I let him drag me, breath feathering like a caged bird in my throat, at least glad Lukas—my bird—is free—

“Mom, no—Dad—”

“You shut up, and go to your room. If I don’t find you there—!” James thunders. I flinch, my steps faltering.

“James—”

“And you—should wish you hadn’t crossed me.” He growls, whirling towards me. “I’ve already had a terrible day, and you’ve only made it worse.”

I stiffen, my gaze flittering back to the kitchen. Lukas’s gaze is locked on mine, eyes watering with terror.

“Go.” I mouth, reaching a hand out to him, trying to push him to safety—

Before James jerks on my arms, and I stumble after him. Into our room, and I crash into the corner, and tuck into a ball and whisper soft songs and block out the pain until the pain flashes red and sparkles into stars, and dreams, and sharp crackles.

And then blessed silent darkness.

[whyweonlyseeeachotherat]

DadDecember Day 1: 'Cover Your Eyes'

A knock on the cupboard door. “Dylan?” Emerys’s voice.

The rotten meat stench seeped in through the crack under the door. Dylan was going to be sick if he didn’t get out of this goddamned shithole soon. Fuck.

He tried to will himself to move, but it was like the floor was super glue, or one of those crazy magnets that could lift cars. It wasn’t like he enjoyed being stuck in a cupboard. There was a mop, still damp, resting against his shoulder, and the stink of chemicals leaking from plastic bottles made his head pound.

“It’s alright, lad, it’s over.”

No. How could it be over with that smell? “Liar,” he hissed.

“I’m not lying, son. You’re safe now.”

There was still blood on his Nikes. Every time he shifted, he could hear it crackling as it peeled up off the dirty lino. Another waft of rotting meat and ammonia. His stomach rumbled. His mind drifted to Maccies. There was one down the road, plasticy cheese and flavourless beef, but hot and filling after– after—

He retched, once, twice, muscles heaving, throat twitching. Nothing came up. He stood there, hand braced against the cupboard door, shaking and gasping for breath. He coughed, retched again. Groaned.

“Talk to me, Dylan,” Emrys said, “What’s going on?”

His teeth were chattering. God, he was pathetic. Actual human wretch. “Th-they’re still out there.”

“No, lad. They’re gone. The ritual worked.”

“Not…” He coughed, grimaced. Christ, the senile old bat wasn’t gonna really make him say it, was he? “Not the demons.”

Silence.

Dylan swallowed the salty bile taste at the back of his throat.

Then, “Alright. How about you close your eyes, and I’ll walk you out of there.”

His whole face was hot. He was being an idiot. What kind of pathetic little baby needs his daddy to come and walk him out past some- some-

“Okay,” he croaked, screwing his hands into fists.

“Alright, you just shut your peepers, and I’ll open the door.”

Dylan did what he said, and stood back from the door. Emerys's wrinkly, wizened hands gripped his arms. “Alright. I’ve got you. It’s going to be alright.”

And for a moment, Dylan almost believed him.

Context for this project can be found here

@daddecember

[riahlynn101]

Dad December - Day Three: "Snuggling."

Summary: A young (like toddler aged) Izuku cries, homesick and afraid. He shouldn’t have trusted the man with red eyes. 

Trigger warnings: Implied/referenced kidnapping, and a young child in distress. 

Wordcount: 1,025

@daddecember

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Izuku sobs, curling up. The bed underneath him feels wrong, strange and unfamiliar. This room is strange and unfamiliar, too. It’s not home, and he doesn’t like it! 

Only the blanket he used for naptime at daycare that day (or was it yesterday? The day before that?) smells like home. Like the laundry soap mommy uses. He holds it close to his face, breathing in the scent. It’s soft, too, and when he rubs it against his damp cheek, it makes Izuku feel the tiniest bit better. 

“Izuku,” a monster says, standing in the doorway. 

He tenses up, tossing the blanket over his head. Maybe if he’s really quiet, the monster will leave him alone. Or better yet, maybe it will take him home. Mommy and daddy are probably worried sick about him. 

At the mental reminder of his parents, Izuku bursts into a fresh round of sobs. He tries to breathe through them, just like his daddy taught him. But it’s hard.

The monster comes closer. Through the thin fabric of the baby blanket, Izuku watches through watery eyes as its clawed hands reach for him. His cries grow louder and harsher. He trembles, heart beating so loud he can hear it clear as day. 

The blanket is gently removed from his head. 

“Izuku,” the monster says again, softer. There’s an expression on its face that he remembers seeing on his daddy’s face when he found Izuku crying during a thunderstorm. “It’s okay. I promise.”

The monster’s red eyes remind him of Kacchan and his daddy, but Kacchan is the coolest person ever! And daddy would never make Izuku feel like this. (Shamefully, the monster’s eyes were one of the reasons that Izuku followed it back to its house. Red, in his mind, is the color of safety. Of warmth. Of home.)

It softly hums a song under its breath (if Izuku listens carefully, he’s pretty sure his daddy has hummed this song before, too), using the pad of its thumb to brush some of the tears away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I wanna go home!” Izuku shouts, flailing his arms and legs. “I want mommy and daddy!”

The monster scoops him up, sending a new wave of fresh panic to roll over Izuku. The boy wriggles, screaming as loud as he can. 

“Leave me alone! Leave me alone! I wanna leave! Wanna go home! Home! Homehomehomehome-”

His words blur together, only framed by a singular word. He struggles a great deal, kicking and trying to dig his nails into the monster’s skin. The monster seems to ignore him, carrying Izuku out of the room, down the hallway, and straight into another unfamiliar room - a living room this time. 

It sits down in a recliner. The chair rocks back when they sit down. The monster readjusts Izuku, laying the boy across the monster’s lap and guiding his head to the center of its chest. The steady rhythm of the monster’s heart makes Izuku feel the slightest bit calm. 

The monster strokes his hair, brushing back his bangs off his tear-soaked face. He exhales in a shuddery breath, body still shaking like a leaf.  A kiss pressed to his forehead. 

“I’m sorry, Izuku,” the monster murmurs. “I really, truly am. But I couldn’t let that monster hurt you.”

In spite of his fear, Izuku glances up at the monster. “What?”

His head is pressed to the monster’s chest once again, firm but gentle. The lub -dub of the monster’s heart quiets any protests that Izuku might have had. 

“I knew your uncle. A long, long time ago.”

In a small voice, Izuku mutters, “I don’t have an uncle.” And he doesn’t. Mommy would have told him if he did. Mommy knows everything. 

“Because your dad k- made him go away. Yeah,” the monster says, more to himself than Izuku. “You had an uncle until your dad made him go away. Far, far away.”

“Why?”

“Because your uncle and dad were brothers, and your dad couldn’t stand it that your uncle wanted to make his own decisions. So, he….” The man pauses mid-sentence. A hand returns to Izuku’s hair, sitting idly on top of the unruly mop of curls. It stays there, and when the man makes no indication that he’s going to move, Izuku looks up at him. 

Their eyes meet, and he swears that he sees the man have to blink back tears. One escapes, sliding down his cheek. 

“You look so much like him, too. Not a perfect match, of course, but when I look at you, I see Yoichi’s nephew, not….” the man trails off. Idly, he plays with Izuku’s curls. “You have his curls. His mannerisms. But not much else. You aren’t a villain. You aren’t evil.”

“Wanna be a hero,” Izuku mutters, helplessly. His eyes are half-lidded. It’s been a long day, and the exhaustion is finally hitting him. “Wanna be like All Might.”

“I know,” the man murmurs. A hand slides down his face, shutting his eyes. “Dream now. We can discuss this more later.”

Izuku fights sleep, needing answers to his questions. “Who are you? Are you a hero? Was my uncle a hero? Can I go home if I go to sleep?” The man shushes him, hand sliding down Izuku’s face again. 

“Shhhh….you can call me, Kudou. I was a good friend of your uncle’s many years ago. Your uncle was the greatest hero I have ever met. And the only way you’ll find out is if you close your eyes.” 

Izuku wants to argue, because that isn’t a yes. And if it isn’t yes, then he doesn’t want to take the chance that the man won’t let him go home when Izuku wakes up. 

But a hand is slid over his eyes for a third time, and the exhaustion is getting harder to fight. So, Izuku settles for a sleepy, “don’t wanna.”

The last thing Izuku hears before sleep pulls him under is the man’s quiet laughter and the lub-dub of his heart. 

Lub-dub.

Lub-dub.

Lub-dub.

–x-x-x-

“I promise, Yoichi, wherever you are, to keep him safe. I won’t let All for One hurt him, too."

[legofanguy]

Dad December day 15 Similarities

A Ranma 1/2 fanfiction for @daddecember event Dad December day 15 similarities. I present a Ranma 1/2 next gen oc named Ibuki Saotome, whose is named after a character in Rumiko Takahashi's manga Maison Ikkoku.

The students at a high school are amazed at the superhuman skills of new student Ibuki Saotome, a dark blue hair girl from a family of martial artists, as she stand on a pole. Ibuki is standing on the pole in the first place as she is bored while one of the school staff said, "Come down for there." and Ibuki said, "No." Just then, a girl voice call out, "Ibuki, be careful." and Ibuki and the students look to see a red hair teenage girl and Ibuki shout, "What are you doing here, D..." but stop and then said, "Cousin Dong from Chinese." The red hair girl known as Cousin Dong said to Ibuki, "Well, your father told me to keep a eye on you to make sure that you don't get in trouble, because your mother want you to do good in school as she told me." Ibuki said to the red hair girl, "Listen, Cousin Dong, tell my parents that I'm doing fine so far and I don't need a babysitter. They are not the boss of me." and the red hair girl shout, "I cannot believe it that you are pulling that attitude with me, young lady. It is like what your mother told me of you being just like your father." Ibuki said to the red hair girl, "Maybe that is what I want to be, Cousin Dong. I'm a martial artist, not a regular high school girl." and the red hair girl said to Ibuki, "I guess we are going to put that to the test at home."

At their home in the Tendo and Seotome Everything Goes Martial Arts Dojo, Ibuki and the red hair girl have a sparing match in the dojo, with both of them fighting hard but refusing to give up, as the two girls shout, "I'm not giving up! There is no way that I'm losing to you!" Just then, a blue hair woman hunt both of them in the head and she said to Ibuki, "I have got a message from your teacher that you got in a fight with your cousin on school grounds to challenge them to a duel, Ibuki. Do both of you want to explains to me the whole story?" and the red hair girl got scared at the sight of the woman and said, "I-I was making sure that no one was trying to pull a move on our daughter, Akane." and Akane Saotome ask as she pour hot water on the red hair girl, "Oh really. You are just overreacting like when we were teenagers, Ranma." and the girl turn into a black hair man while Akane said, "Our daughter got your strong head attitude, and she almost got in trouble thanks to you, so you better said sorry, Ranma." and she then said to Ibuki, "That goes for you too, Ibuki." Under the watch of Akane, Ranma and his daughter Ibuki both said, "I'm sorry for the trouble."

[daddecember]

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#sfw or #nsfw

Optional Tags (but appreciated if used)

#DadDec No.1, #DadDec No.2, #DadDec No.3, ect.

#fandom or #OC, … (ironman, originalcontent, oc …)

#teeth, #gore tw, #etc …..(trigger warnings and content warnings. Add “tw” or “cw” AFTER the trigger/content warning )

For the sfw/nsfw tag, please use your best judgment. A Mature or Explicit rating (for anything except gore) should be marked as nsfw.

Reblogging Policies:

Due to the nature of the blog and for the safety of all fellow participants, nsfw posts will not be reblogged. - These works are still very much welcome in the AO3 collection.

You MUST tag @daddecember if you wish for your work to be reblogged

If you notice your work has not been reblogged (+ you tagged us) and it has been 2+ days, please send us an ask! It is likely that tumblr ate the notification.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. Do I have to do all 31 days?

Participate as much as you would like! Whether you can get out one piece between now and the end of December or 45, we are here to encourage you all along the way!

Q. Can I post early/late?

Yes, you can post whenever you want. Due to time constraints, we may not reblog posts outside of December (pinging @Mod Addri via discord will always get you reblogged, though, so you can always try that ;) ).

Q. Can I combine DadDecember with other creation challenges?

Yes, as long as the other challenges allow it as well. Please reference their rules.

Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?

Yes.

Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?

Yes, but it only will count once for your total completion number (unless combined with a different unused prompt).

Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s?

Yes, you can post WIPs. Snippets or other forms of WIPs are completely fine and will still count for completion! As long as you started it, feel free to count it!

Q. Is collaborating allowed?

Absolutely, we even encourage it! Collaborations can be an amazing way to get full completion status (especially if you’re competitive) without as much work! It would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you.

Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?

No limit and combine as many as you’d like.

Q. Can I start working on the prompts before December?

Absolutely! That’s why we post the prompts a little over a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time” so feel free to start creating early!

Q. Do I have to use your required tags?

If you want your work reblogged, yes.

Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?

Yes.

Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).

Best of luck,

Mod Addri

The full written-out list of prompts is below the cut.

2024 Prompts List:

1. Lost in the woods | "Cover your eyes"

2. Sick day | "I didn't know where else to go"

3. Accidents happen | "Are we there yet?"

4. Father's day | "Wait, wait, he's your father?"

5. Stars | "You're just like I remember"

6. First steps | "I have never hated you"

7. Learning to drive | "I'm sorry"

8. Alternate Universe - Age reversal / Role-swap | "Can you tell me a story?"

9. Tears | "Follow my lead"

10. Pillow fight | "Are you okay?"

11. Forever | "Can we do this every year?"

12. First pet | "Don't you dare..."

13. Demon Lord and Hero | "You're not my real dad"

14. Platonic Soulmates | "Can I have a hug?"

15. Similarities | "Please don't go"

16. Appearances | "Leave me alone"

17. Bring your kid to work day | "Can we make cookies?"

18. Promises | "I'll make it up to you, I promise"

19. Hypothermia | "What's with the long face?"

20. Time travel | "It's too late"

21. Finding a way home | "Be home by midnight"

22. Found family | "What did I say about..."

23. Patching each other up | "Santa isn't real"

24. Not quite asleep | "You came back?"

25. Holidays | "I'm proud of you"

26. Homework | "This is your birthright."

27. Bring your parent to school day | "Can you help me with this?"

28. Loss | "Happy birthday!"

29. Body Swap | "You remembered?"

30. Wings / Grooming | "Get down here this instant"

31. A new year | "Thank you."

Alternative Prompts:

1. A kind lie / A harsh truth

2. Giving gifts

3. Home alone 

4. Snow day

5. Pillow fort

6. "Of all things"

7. Hidden

8. Another world - Universe Swap

9. Werewolves/Vampires

10. Family dinner

[daddecember]

DadDecember 2023 Event Announcement

Welcome to DadDecember 2023!

While this is technically our second year running, we’ve changed purposes a little bit from last year. Last year we were very centric on MHA with DFODecember but this year we are instead multifandom to welcome in everyone!

So, with no further ado, everyone who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone joining this year, welcome in! We cannot wait to see what you create.

Please make sure to read this post carefully, as many questions have been answered here already. We have also answered all the questions that were submitted through our anon voting form already. If you don’t find what you are looking for there, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here. The mod team will get back to you as soon as possible.

This year’s AO3 Collection → HERE

Before we get more into the rules, I’d like to give a special thanks to everyone who submitted a prompt through our discord server back in September and all 85 of you who voted on the prompts these past few weeks. Event Info & Rules

DadDecember is an annual prompt month featuring platonic father and child relationships. We have a collection of prompts for each day meant to inspire works to be created.

*Due to the nature of this event being platonic, do not submit father/child incestual content. That is not the point of this event. This event is strictly platonic. Thank you for understanding.

There are 62 prompts this year with 10 alternative prompts. Each day has two prompts, one situational/trope prompt and one dialogue prompt. You do not need to use both. While we do encourage you to mix and match prompts with different days to fit your specific WIP, we do ask that you tag the prompt you used, not just the day.

This is a prompt month meant to inspire works, so please don’t take any of the prompts too seriously! If you want to get silly with it or really angsty, that’s up to you! How much of the prompt you use and how you use it is all up to you! If you think it fits the prompt, then it does. There is no gatekeeping in DadDecember.

It’s up to the creator how much they want to produce or what media form they want to create in! Anything and everything counts (and if you’re really unsure, you can always ask!). The idea of the event is to create, no matter in the manner you do so. 

As far as “how much do I need to do in order for it to count?” – Well, that’s up to you! All participants, regardless of how many works they put out, will be recognized for their efforts! A google form will be sent out after December ends in which you will be able to say how many works you completed. Works do not need to be published in any way shape or form to count. Participants will be ranked by completion in a tumblr post after the form closes and a custom role will be available for completionists in our discord server.

Should you wish to upload some of your DadDec content to Tumblr, use these tags:

Required tags:

#daddecember 

#daddecember2023

#sfw or #nsfw

Optional Tags (but appreciated if used)

#DadDec No.1, #DadDec No.2, #DadDec No.3, ect.

#fandom or #OC, … (ironman, originalcontent, oc …)

#teeth, #gore tw, #etc …..(trigger warnings and content warnings. Add “tw” or “cw” AFTER the trigger/content warning )

For the sfw/nsfw tag, please use your best judgment. A Mature or Explicit rating (for anything except gore) should be marked as nsfw.

Reblogging Policies:

Due to the nature of the blog and for the safety of all fellow participants, nsfw posts will not be reblogged. - These works are still very much welcome in the AO3 collection.

You MUST tag @daddecember if you wish for your work to be reblogged

If you notice your work has not been reblogged (+ you tagged us) and it has been 2+ days, please send us an ask! It is likely that tumblr ate the notification.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. Do I have to do all 31 days?

Participate as much as you would like! Whether you can get out one piece between now and the end of December or 45, we are here to encourage you all along the way!

Q. Can I post early/late?

Yes, you can post whenever you want. Due to time constraints, we may not reblog posts outside of December (pinging @Mod Addri via discord will always get you reblogged, though, so you can always try that ;) ).

Q. Can I combine DadDecember with other creation challenges?

Yes, as long as the other challenges allow it as well. Please reference their rules.

Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?

Yes.

Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?

Yes, but it only will count once for your total completion number (unless combined with a different unused prompt).

Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s?

Yes, you can post WIPs. Snippets or other forms of WIPs are completely fine and will still count for completion! As long as you started it, feel free to count it!

Q. Is collaborating allowed?

Absolutely, we even encourage it! Collaborations can be an amazing way to get full completion status (especially if you’re competitive) without as much work! It would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you.

Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?

No limit and combine as many as you’d like.

Q. Can I start working on the prompts before December?

Absolutely! That’s why we post the prompts a little over a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time” so feel free to start creating early!

Q. Do I have to use your required tags?

If you want your work reblogged, yes.

Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?

Yes

Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).

Best of luck,

Mod Addri

Also: A special thanks to @eliserael for creating the prompt images!

Written out Prompt List:

Day 1: Reverse Adoption | "I trusted you." Day 2: Snowed In | "I thought I would never see you again" Day 3: Snuggling | "Midnight fast food run?" Day 4: Forehead Kiss | "I'm going to kill you" Day 5: Little Things | "And what about rocks in snowballs?" Day 6: Prison Visit | "There's no gift better than revenge" Day 7: Blizzard | "I won--- WOAH!" Day 8: Holiday Reunion | "Is it supposed to tilt?" Day 9: Abandonment | "You've never wrapped a present before, have you?" Day 10: Emergency Room Trip | "Say goodbye now." Day 11: Patricide | "It's alright to be afraid" Day 12: Hero & Villain | "Oh, I thought presents weren't a thing." Day 13: Vault | "Close your eyes" Day 14: Tucking Into Bed | "Would you hold my hand?" Day 15: Late Nights | "Why didn't you tell me?" Day 16: Decorating Gone Wrong | "You remembered?" Day 17: Secret Santa | "I swear if you fail---" Day 18: Meet the Parents | "Don't do that again" Day 19: Parent-Teacher Conference | "Who are you?" Day 20: Warm Drink | "Is Santa actually real?" Day 21: Home Alone | "Breath in an--- breath out" Day 22: Overseas | "I don't think that's how snow angels work." Day 23: Adoption | "Did you put in sugar or salt?" Day 24: Glitter Overload | "You made bricks, not gingerbread" Day 25: Holidays | "My snow castle is bigger than yours!" Day 26: Disappearance | "Do you have any idea how much paper this thing took?" Day 27: Snow Angels | "Let me sing you a lullaby" Day 28: Burnout | "You hurt me, you know?" Day 29: Injury | "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this?" Day 30: Parentage Reveal | "I love you" Day 31: A New Year | "Would you rather…"

Alternative Prompts:

"I'm not a fan of pain"

Early Mornings

"It wasn't my fault"

In My Time of Need

"This is what I call a surprise!"

A Scooby-Doo Worthy Mystery

"Could I have some flowers?"

A League of Their Own

"Liar, liar, LIAR"

Family Murder

Discord Server + AO3 links for previewing:

[daddecember]

Do the daddec. no# tags mean the number of daddecembers you've done, or something else? If it's my first daddecember, would I tag daddec no.1 ? Sorry if this has been asked/answered before!

The No. tag is related to the day attached to whatever prompt you’re filling.

Ex: if I wrote for the Stars prompt (which is on Day 5), I would tag it DadDec No.5

I will make sure to clarify next year’s rules regarding this <3

[daddecember]

If I used both the text and dialogue prompt for day one, would I just put DadDec No. 1 in the tags?

Yes!