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13/03/2024, 05.04
Another Ramadan where I'm still at home
#atill noy married even ehen i say every yewr itll be my last one here#and every year its never trued#and now my dad f#the righteous man yelled at me for nothing#just the fact thag he cant fucking hear anuthing#apparently r#but i know thats a lie he heard he just wanged me to be a small little quiet angel who never gets annoyed#and juat 10 mins before telling a story of neighbors complaining back in the day h#he yelled so loudly its actuallt laughable#because ince again he proves hes ghe prob#then he comes downs to statg saying hoe hes scared of saying anufhing to anyone#hes porbably the msot deluded man along sideb his son that i know#he doesnt have to woro while fasfing and when he did he would work at 5pm#but we all have to be readu and alert and fast nd efficient and never lose any tempef#fuck mylife.#its amounted to nothingness and i keep praying for beyyer days#ive started being delusional iny my prayers#coz im so desperate at this pointf#beyong desperate#crying in bef at 5am when i have go be up for work af 9#but hell never knoe that or the pain he causes his children 3sp daughters#i hope sowmtbing changes#for thr better#because i trally csnt handle this anymore#mytalks#do they ever get better ay this point in my life mow
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Overindulgent father Astarion who tells his children they’re allergic to any kind of jewellery that isn’t made of the highest grade Dwarven crafted gold.
It’s not even because Astarion might have a certain aversion to silver, no, he just raises his children to have standards, thank you very much.
And it doesn’t end with shiny things, oh no…
The Ancunín brood is known to be dressed in perfectly woven cotton, silk and soft leather clothes, no matter the occasion.
They’re seen playing with expensive toys, reading artfully illustrated books that certainly belong behind thick glass, not in children’s sticky hands.
There’s even talk that one of the children is not as naturally inclined to music as his parents claim him to be, surely his lyre must be enchanted—the instrument certainly looks extravagant enough!
And then there’s always this air of effortless haughtiness surrounding the Ancunín children whenever their nannies and servants are parading them through town as if they were perfect little dolls; objects to show off the wealth their parents acquired in quite the mysterious ways.
So, it’s no secret that Astarion and Tav are pampering their children—some might say they’re even spoiling them rotten.
And maybe they are, especially Astarion.
But he doesn’t see why he should raise them any other way, nor does he want to.
When it comes to his children, Astarion has his own standards, and as long as Tav agrees with him nothing really matters.
Because, these people, they don’t know anything about the Ancuníns.
They don’t know that it’s not unusual for Astarion to wash out dirt and mud and strawberry stains from comically small finery, leaving behind only the memories of a day spent playing in the garden, chasing after ducks, picking flowers, lazing in the sun…
That any holes and tears the children’s clothes might suffer are quickly mended, making them look as good as new in no time.
Nor do they know that Astarion doesn’t mind fashioning a brand new dress to match that of a favourite doll, either. Or to embroider a pretty vest with the likeness of that stray cat the children seem to adore, although their father would rather they don’t touch the mangy animal.
No, those people know nothing at all...
“Not tired!” Astarion’s youngest cries; the vehement denial of her father’s earlier accusation is cut short by a telltale yawn.
The room still smells of fragrant lavender oil and peaches even when the bath water has already grown tepid, just one or two degrees above what Astarion would consider too cold to be enjoyable.
Amused, he raises an eyebrow at the protesting toddler before he lifts her out of the copper bathtub with little effort.
By now, he knows every step of this game.
“Tut-tut, my dear child, what did mama and I say?” Astarion kneels, quickly wrapping a soft towel around the child to keep her warm. “We only tell lies outside of this house.”
Unfazed by her father’s gentle scolding, the girl crosses her arms that haven’t yet lost their puppy fat across her chest, reminding Astarion a little too much of a very displeased Tav.
Suppressing a sigh, he leans back to consider the pouting child, wondering what could possibly be upsetting her this time—the list is growing longer by the day, after all.
“What’s the matter, dear?” Astarion asks gently, hoping it’s something easily fixable as it’s growing rather late.
“Want apple!”
Decades ago, Astarion might’ve rolled his eyes—he knows exactly which stupid apple the child wants, it’s been haunting him all day—but once he started to treat his children’s problems as if they were his own, his life has grown somewhat easier.
“Why, let’s get an apple on our way to bed, then. Would that be alright, Your Highness?”
The girl promptly nods her head, allowing Astarion to pat her hair dry before dressing her in a clean night dress.
She rests her cheek against her father’s shoulder as he carries her first to the kitchen to grab a fragrant apple and a knife, then to her bedroom where they settle on the cosy window seat, just like they do every night.
Soft moonlight is pouring through the windows; the child giggles at the way the knife’s blade is catching the silver light as Astarion peels and cuts the apple into even pieces.
“Here you go,” he finally says, giving the slice of apple one last examining look before surrendering it to the impatient little hands reaching for it. “A sweet treat for my little sweet. Doesn’t it taste so much better when we don’t eat it off the floor, darling?” And when it’s not crawling with ants…
The appeased toddler nibbles at the juicy fruit as Astarion carefully combs through her still-damp curls.
Her hair’s getting long, he notices, knowing that taking care of it will become more time-consuming each day.
Once, Astarion would’ve thought this task tedious, brushing out hair that’s not his own, oiling and braiding it for no other reason than knowing his children enjoy him doing it.
But that’s why he loves doing it in the first place, he supposes.
Astarion can tell by his toddler’s heartbeat that sleep is about to claim her.
The half-eaten slice of apple is still clutched in her little fist as he cradles the child to his chest, slowly rising from the window seat to put her to bed.
He’s just about to lay the child down that the fruit drops to the floor, his daughter’s tiny hand clutching at his shirt instead.
“Thank you, papa,” she mumbles, more asleep than awake.
Astarion pauses.
He breathes in the clean, yet unique scent of the little girl that is forever engraved in his brain, the same way he knows under which exact constellation she was born. When she took her first steps, what her first word was. Soon, he will have to memorise her favourite colour, and what she likes to eat when dirty apples won’t be that appealing anymore.
By now, Astarion knows this game by heart, knows that with every year that passes, he has something new to learn about his children.
And sometimes he wonders what it’s like to grow up with clean bed sheets and full bellies. Sleep filled with naught but warmth and happy memories. Ever open doors and tears that are dried by tender kisses. Living in a house where mistakes and anger are welcomed, safe.
He wonders what it’s like for his children to know that their father’s love comes without conditions. Not now and not ever.
Sitting down on the bed, Astarion holds his youngest a little closer to his chest, unwilling to let go of her, yet.
He’s often accused of spoiling his children when most people can only just grasp the very surface of his love for them, the bare minimum of what he feels for his one and only, precious family.
These baseless accusations are as unimportant to Astarion as the people voicing them.
He’s raising his children to have standards, wants them to take their father’s love for granted, to accept nothing less but pure devotion.
It’s the only way Astarion knows how to love them, the only way that comes most naturally to him.
Astarion looks down at his little girl, now fast asleep, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.
After all these years—all these children—he’s still in awe watching them sleep in his arms as if no harm in the world could ever befall them.
And it won’t—not if Astarion can help it.
“No, thank you, my heart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against the crown of the toddler’s head.
When it comes to his children, Astarion holds himself to the highest standard.
#astarion#baldurs gate 3#bg3#baldur's gate 3#dadstarion#astarion x tav#astarion headcanons#astarion x f!tav#baldur's gate astarion#astarion ancunin#to the best worst dad#astarion father of the year every year#emicha writes#idk how this turned out this long#I just put my daddy issues to work#I'm thinking about writing more casual one shot length pieces like this more often though#btw anyone else who only got real gold jewellery as a child?#having a grandma who told them fake jewellery isn't good for your skin?#and now that you're an adult you're left with a certain standard for jewellery but no money to actually pay for it?#because that's really funny ha!#I'll sleep better knowing the ancunin brood will just steal their jewellery even when they're not destitute
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She got her quiet sneaking in from you.
Kenma’s fingers tap roughly on the controller in his hands, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in focus. He’s died four times to this monster, its shrieks of agony scaring him once embarrassingly in front of his chat, the other three deaths because, now that he’s past being scared, Kenma realizes what a damn hard boss this is.
“Chat, I’m telling you right now, if I see this dev in the streets, I’m taking a crowbar to their knee caps- this is a promise, not a warniIIIIIIING!”
He lurches from the gentle tug of his elbow, heart sinking to his chest in complete fear and acceptance that this is it for him, he’s dead. His arm is ripped away from the source, but when he hears a tiny gasp in fear, Kenma’s heart beats calmly again.
“Daddy okay?” Maesi asks, and kenma pauses the game to turn to her.
“You startled me baby,” he teases, and she blocks up at him with doe eyes to coax him to forgive her. As if she really needs to do that. “But what’s up beautiful?” He asks, putting down his controller and stretching. “How are you, angel?”
Maesi hums and passes her father the plate, her eyes peering up at him timidly- a trait he wants to blame on you, but every time, he’s met with a cocked eyebrow from you. “Want french fry?”
Kenma chuckles and nods, “I mean, you know I’m never gonna say no to fries,” he says, reaching down to grab the lukewarm fry from her tiny plastic plate. God knows how long they’ve been out, at least four hours; but that doesn’t stop kenma from letting his little girl take care of him in her own way. “You wanna be in daddy’s stream? Say hi to chat?” When she nods, Kenma lifts her up and into his lap, and once done, he reaches over to pick up another fry. In his headphones, Kenma hears that he got a donation.
Thank you kuroosassscheek for gifted 75 subs: hey Kenma there’s something behind you
“Thank you, Kuroo,” he scoffs. “Spawn, say hi to chat and uncle Tetsu.”
“Hi chat, hi uncle Tetsu,” she hums shyly, and Kenma kisses her temple around his chewing. “What playin’?”
“Daddy’s playing a scaaaary game,” he says, voice hiked slightly while he gasps. Maesi giggles before passing him another fry, which he takes quickly.
“Gonna have nightmare,” she warns.
Kenma raises his brows in agreement, “mommy’s gonna have to tuck me in.”
“Me too,” she mumbles, curling into Kenma’s hoodie, nose burrowing into his neck and tickling his skin slightly. “Play Star Valley?” She asks.
He hugs her tightly with a fake groan of effort, and she giggles happily, “you want to watch daddy play Stardew Valley?”
“Yeah..”
“Does mumma know you’re in here?”
Maesi is quiet- he chuckles and shakes his head, letting her get comfortable against him. He knows you’re not far, probably asleep on the couch, and Kenma prepares himself to potentially have to carry his two sleeping babies to bed.
“Alright- one second chat,” he says simply, grabbing his controller to change the game to the easy, calming game Maesi loves to watch him play. “We’ll pick that up tomorrow. Gotta protect myself from nightmares.”
Once again, Maesi lets out a little laugh; she tucks her face as close as she can to him, only shifting to grab another fry to munch on. He tips his head slightly again, to plant a kiss on the crown of her head, the soothing music in his headphones gets placed on her head, and before kenma can start any of his tasks, he feels Maesi’s breathing even out, her plate of fries and nuggets placed somewhere on the desk for him to take.
And that’s okay. He’ll play for a while, just in case she wakes up, and he’ll let her sleep in confidence in her fathers arms. Kenma’s pleased as the numbers in his stream doesn’t immediately drop: it stays, even now as it’s been hijacked by the one he loves most.
This 🥺🩷
#see when I was a kid my dad played Diablo and fuckin majoras mask#and now look at me#im a haunt actress who writes on the Internet#kenma kozume#kenma kozume fluff#kenma kozume x reader#kenma kozume x f!reader#kenma kozume x reader fluff#kenma kozume imagine#kenma kozume haikyuu#kozume kenma#kozume kenma fluff#kozume kenma x reader#kozume kenma x f!reader#kozume kenma x reader fluff#kozume kenma imagine#kozume kenma haikyuu#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu imagine#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x female reader#haikyuu x f!reader#haikyuu x yn#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n
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#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt donnie#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt leo#rottmnt raph#rottmnt mikey#f!leo#f!leonardo#future leo#doodle#my art#turtle tots#future leo being a dad to his turtle tot siblings is my thing now#it's comforting
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ninja turtles are here for projecting and processing grief, apparently.
i've seen lots of 'the death of future donnie' comics, most recently ofc being from @somerandomdudelmao (i went back and forth abt tagging but then decided i would, because this is directly their fault, /pos) and then, of course, all the fan content that was made in response to said comic... and i love seeing so many people make so much awesome work! but it's also really fucking sad.
so often in the real world, there are no goodbyes, no dying in the arms of a loved one, no heroic sacrifices, there's just... death. people just die and it sucks. especially because in real life there's also no cool storyboarder assuring you that there's gonna be a happy ending and you'll see them again. and so it's like... then what?
i dunno. i was just sad about it for a while, and i wasn't really sure what to do with that, but i guess this is my answer. sometimes you don't get to say goodbye or hold them when they leave you, and you dunno if you'll get to see them again. but you can still have the mark they left on the world and hang onto that. because no matter what, once upon a time, they were there, and you remember. other people probably do, too.
#this isnt really fan content so im probably not justified but whatever#directly inspired direct answer#i dunno why this is getting me so bad but for a while now I've just been like#damn death SUCKS bro i miss my dad and my twin#and im absolutely surrounded by content of ppl being like “NO LEO HIS TWIN HOW CAN HE BE W/O HIS TWIN”#and im like#YEAH WHAT A NIGHTMARE HAVING UR TWIN DIE--#lmao#anyway this is really messy and loose but i just wanted to make it#and get it out of my head#and be done with it#idk#rottmnt#rottmnt leo#rottmnt bad future#rottmnt bad timeline#rottmnt donnie#disaster twins#rottmnt movie#f!leo#f!donnie#grief#death#the death of donnie#tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#fidgetwing#rottmnt apocalypse#rottmnt april#sibling death
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"Robin preferred to spend time with Sophie rather than Humphrey because he wanted to learn French." WRONG, Robin clearly favored Sophie because he's a girl dad.
#she was 12#he saw a lost baby girl and was like this my cub now#bbc ghosts#robin the caveman#sophie bone#not saying it was a f/d bond like it became more besties as she grew older#but you cant tell me his dad instincts didnt kick in when he saw her
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combining some of my special interests and assigning my f/o's (and s/i's, by extension) webkinz plushes!!
(under the cut after voxvaughn because this is a Long one)
vox - midnight monster they're both blue, black, stripey nd "spooky"!! bonus points that i've ALWAYS wanted a midnight monster in my collection lol
vaughn - mazin' hamster "presto" blue hamster. how more on the nose does it get
lollipop - pom pom kitty it was admittedly a strong tie between this and the aptly named lollipop puppy, but i felt the pom pom kitty captured lolly's personality and look more!
jupiter - 10 year magic pup not only are they super close shades of color, jupiter is a very magic-aligned AND number themed character!
jeff fischer - golden retriever
jeff's not a very complicated guy, and a golden retriever is genuinely the animal he reminds me most of. the shaggy look of the string fur on the original golden reminds me a lot of jeff's disheveled hair too!
hayley smith - rockerz cow the psychedelic rock motif, the pink flower, the peace and love motif on their flank... it's basically her fursona
twister the space cat - ginger cat surprisingly it was hard to find a good match for twister, but i settled on the ginger cat! the vibe is there, an orange-yellow tabby cat with a bit more fluff; however it's actually the rarity of this plush that sold me, as it can be compared to twister's alien (aka "rare") species!
tysm for entertaining this idea if you made it this far! webkinz is one of my longtime special interests lol
[ MINOR X ADULT + SIBLING X SIBLING SHIPPERS DNI . PLEASE GOD ]
#oc x canon#self ship#self shipping#yumeshipping#f/o imagines#sorta? okay here comes more filter tags#hazbin hotel#webkinz#battle for dream island#american dad#sorry normal dadders who see my content#now blog tags#vox#vaughn#voxvaughn#lollipop#jupiter#jupipop#jeff#hayley#twister the space cat#dream blunt rotation#txt post
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fan jian is such the dad. fan xian doesn't even need other dads when he has fan jian...but these poser dad wannabes keep trying to poach him and fan jian has to show up and be like nice try mister but he's MY kid and i am taking him home in my carriage right now and he is going to filially pour me tea and make all the family decisions. so there.
#fan jian you are legit making me emotional. have you thought about the consequences of your actions (viz. making me emotional)#joy of life#my posts#also fan sizhe calling fan xian ge all the time now...fan xian watching him drive off in the rain and saying don't worry#i'll take care of everything 😭#on another note. ruoruo saying you're my favorite brother because i can always get more didis but you're my only ge#<-girl the ge stan that you are...#fucking lost it at her. she's so funny. but also so touching how she just had complete faith in him that he would look out for her#THE FAN SIBLINGS ARE FUCKING ME UP#sorry this post was supposed to be about fan jian. i forgot about him for a second. congrats on your children sir#fan jian#the dads of fan xian#f
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dads and makeup
#rgg#ryu ga gotoku#ryu ga gotoku 7#yakuza series#yakuza like a dragon#yakuza 7#masato arakawa#masumi arakawa#jo sawashiro#snap sketches#i just think masato deserves to be embarrassed by his dads#love how i can say that and thats like. 100% canon but not in the way you think#geez masato how come sega let you have TWO dads#it costed him his lungs but i mean he bought those back i guess#anyway i guess this is to cap off my week with my dad. wherein i had this convo nearly word for word#of course i love my dad though so i said thank you tyvm#uhhh i think thats all i have to say for now#i do wanna do more goofy arakawa family stuff but we'll have to hope my brain can think of stuff to do#ok that's all- i have to leave my dad's soon so i should start packing my stuff :( F's in chat boys
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I really should make a 'proper' f/o list at some point... ray is my soulmate and my number one forever and always (he's the only one I have a "real" relationship with), but dammit I can have multiple fictional beloveds! as a treat!
#and ALSO platonic/familial f/os!#like I've said before!! CAPTAIN HADDOCK AND PROFESSOR CALCULUS ARE LITERALLY MY DADS!!#(can you tell what I'm hyperfixated on right now?)#(please someone talk to me about tintin I'll pay you)#self ship#mine
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need more daddy issues comfort fics with toji... ☹️
#im super upset w my f*ther#now ill try to make myself feel better by fantasizing about toji as my dad#and he'll be good to me and love me and fix me#but alllll the fics lately are just smut smut smut with no characterization nothing#i miss the good ol days :(#i miss toji#my toji <3#toji fushiguro x reader
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soya milk as a base for coffee-related drinks should be illegal.
#there i said it#controversial i know#but like#my local cafe??? the little bitches they charge extra for oat and almond milk but not soya#so i get the soya and it's just#f o a m#and not even good foam either#tastes like ass#and it curdles if you add it to tea or anything#idk how my dad drinks it it's so bad#oat milk is so much better bro#like i hate dairy milk now because i haven't had it in so long#i accidentally had some when they got my order wrong a while ago and regular milk is so bad#STOP CHARGING EXTRA FOR OAT MILK PLEASE I BEG#anyway how's your day going?#coffee#oat milk#soya milk#veganism#vegan
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dinner with miram and steph
#p#ts2#sims 2#sav: bloom valley#y04spr#f: pup#so sorry for the huge post#oof marius#miram and hector though.......... i would die for them... beloveds#miram going from not really getting along with hector as a child#to appreciating him as a teen#and now as an adult the way they act as a mix of parent-child and peers..... lovely#idk if i ever shared that but hector is easily the 'youngest' of gen 1 (i mean he's actually the oldest by centuries but in lifespan terms)#bc his aging was frozen and such until he got cured#to the point that hector is basically generation 1.5#so with that + how he only really entered miram's life when he was a late kid and they only got closer later makes sense he's not really hi#'dad' so to speak. but also kinda#i was just talking w/ my wife about this earlier today as this posts and it's fun to look back on these tags#in the meanwhile another interesting miram friendship popped up yesterday in game and it's miram and florian........ i love them so much#context: florian invited himself to a pup family function
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Juno and The Future are 100% oc-ified canon characters but it IS very funny seeing them vs the characters I technically stole them from
#dragon's ramblings#juno looks a lot like rokuro because he IS rokuro. its a long story but rokuro is my familial f/o and has been for 4 years#and it was a slow progression from i am just using rokuro and putting him in other universes to be the dad to my s/i#to then ok well i wanna change him when i put him in shadowrun for lore reasons#so now hes juno tuigamala but at his CORE he is rokuro#the future was just makima until my GM added in lore and i changed her design elements to fit her lore
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THE BITCH IS BACK, BABES !!
#NEVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#THE ANIMAL IS OUT OF HIS CAGE. THE ANIMAL IS FREE.#FUCK THAT PLACE. SHITHOLE OF A PLACE#i have a word or two for my doctor and it starts with F and Y#i got no help. zero. whatever they said i have already learned from the internet. lol.#also my anxiety was so bad in there i lost 4 pounds from a poor appetite.#and they gave me fuckin. lithium#my parents were SO MAD when i told them over the phone#anyway#i'm home and i couldn't be happier about it#just the thought of being trapped in that place makes me wanna vom <3#oh yeah i was put in the detox unit instead of the one for mental disorders or whatever it is#my dad was very mad i was put in with the alcoholics and drug addicts but they were very nice people#i was able to come out of my shell and have conversations with them pretty easily#that is the ONLY positive thing i can say about my entrapment#i missed you guys so much. i really missed my family#god and now they're gonna call me tomorrow morning to talk about whateverthefuck#and i gotta call my doctor in a week#god i don't wanna talk to these people anymore. LEAVE ME ALONE
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Guys genuine question um would it be weird if I designed a fankid but only for theoretical purposes. As in not actually canon to our ship but still there Sometimes. Like an au I guess.
#I mentioned this on cohost where nobody would see it but I'm getting braver now#still I'm posting it at 11pm on purpose. shy still#I think thinking of it as an au is making me feel a little better about it though#I literally don't want fankids in any of my ships bc I don't wanna raise a kid irl and that holds true even in fiction#it's just NOT my thing#unless the f/o has a very explicitly mentioned kid in canon (like carlos with esteban or bill with thea)#in which case that's part of our ship by default and I love them and they are so so special to me ♡#but like. with anton specifically (who this is about)... a kid doesn't fit into what our ship is to me#but if it's an au then it doesn't actually have to be tied to my selfship. that's something else. it's separate#I just keep imagining anton being a dad (semi-canon but only outside the games word-of-god style) and it makes me fucking sick (gayly)#it's so sweet it's so cute he would be a good dad and he would love it so much#ouwwwaaaaahhh 🥺😭🥺😭#he deserves his little amy....#roz posts
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