#and. daddy issues lol

[tanjir0se]

Love Me Mercilessly Chapter 2–Distractions

I literally can’t help it so Chapter 2 is up Now!!!!! And things are getting a little spicy 👀🚨

Read it here and also please enjoy this sneak peek because I can’t shut up about Clown University’s premier class: How Not to Avoid Your Gay Awakening by Sanemi Shinazugawa!

“Shut up! "

Sanemi’s blade came upwards once again, Giyuu’s upwards to meet it. Sanemi quickly flipped his sword in a tight arc, flicked his wrist and grabbed the hilt backhanded. He lunged at Giyuu, passing the sword backhanded first, then flipping it again and thrusting back. Giyuu reeled backward to get out of its way. The blade passed so close to his temple it actually sliced a lock of his hair cleanly short.

God, would you shut up?! He’d demanded just before he’d grabbed Giyuu and kissed him. The memory stoked the flames.

Giyuu didn’t let up. As powerful as Sanemi’s strikes, Giyuu’s were faster, diverting each away like a river carving through a canyon. Sanemi responded by moving in closer. Giyuu could nearly feel the heat coming off of him as he burned. Thinking of Giyuu's audacity to challenge him on his relationship, thinking of Giyuu's lips against his in the Wisteria House the previous night. Of Giyuu beneath him.

“Shut up! ” Sanemi said again, even though Giyuu hadn’t spoken. His blade caught Giyuu’s millimeters from its hilt and sent it flying across the training grounds, landing blade-first and stabbing itself into the dirt. The flames in Sanemi’s gut pushed him forward; he hooked a foot around Giyuu’s ankle and shoved with his elbow against Giyuu’s chest, shoving him down.

[in-som-niyah]

GirlDad!Jason who supports you all throughout your pregnancy; holding your hair when you get sick, rubbing your sore feet and ankles, holding you through cramps/braxton hicks, buying you everything you craved etc.

GirlDad!Jason who cried for hours after she was born. His little girl, just as beautiful as you, all bundled up in soft blankets. He never believed he could love someone so much, it was like his entire body was burning with love and compassion for this little bean in his arms. For once, the world stopped, just for him.

GirlDad!Jason drives the most carefully he ever has in his life when coming back from the hospital. Despite your incessant giggling about how you've never seen him so scared, he drove like a damn senior citizen. He was carrying the most precious cargo, could you blame him?

GirlDad!Jason who changes diapers, feeds, bathes and plays with your daughter. He never leaves her for more than 5 minutes, and is involved to the point of mild annoyance. You would put your daughter down for 5 seconds and return to her gone, and in his arms. It's the most adorable thing though, you wouldn't trade it for the world.

GirlDad!Jason who can't stand to see your daughter upset. It's a trait he developed when she got to the toddler age, always fussing about everything she can't have and Jason giving in. Every time.

GirlDad!Jason who cries on her first day of kindergarten. Would never admit it though, but he hates seeing her grow up. He dreaded the day she learned how to tie her shoes and zip up her coat independently. It makes him feel like she doesn't need him anymore :(

GirlDad!Jason who will, without fail, play princesses, hair salon, tea party and barbies with his daughter. It doesn't matter if the world needs saving or if Bruce is up his ass, his daughter comes second to nothing. Even if it's to kiss a minor booboo she got while running around the house.

GirlDad!Jason who always brings back little trinkets and toys for his daughter. Her bedroom will be cluttered with stuffed animals and shiny things that caught his eye or reminded him of her. She would anticipate his key in the door which meant daddy brought home something for her. No matter how old she gets, he won't stop.

GirlDad!Jason who absolutely fucks up bullies. Be it in kindergarten or in college, Jason will make sure she and her friends are never bothered again. I cannot disclose his methods for legal reasons.

GirlDad!Jason who doesn't freak out about periods. He's so loving and supportive and doesn't ever make her feel ashamed about it. He'll bring her tea, hot chocolate, hot water bottles, painkillers, heating pads and rub her back if she's in a lot of pain. He'll take the day off to stay with her, and never force her to go to school on those days.

GirlDad!Jason who absolutely spoils his daughter shamelessly. Mom said no more sweets? Well dad sure isn't going to place a bag of candy under her pillow the next day. She wants a car for her 16th birthday? His baby gets a pink Porsche with a bow on top. She's obsessed with X artist? All the merch in the world miraculously ends up in her room.

GirlDad!Jason who will tower menacingly over her first partner. It doesn't matter how much you or your daughter like them, Jason's imagining a thousand ways to hide their dismembered body.

GirlDad!Jason who needs to be talked down from killing said partner when he finds his daughter balled up in a crying mess on her bed when they break up. Nobody makes his precious girl sad. He'll definitely egg their house without your knowledge. He buys her everything she could ever ask for to make her feel better, no matter how stupidly expensive.

GirlDad!Jason who's always up to a conversation. No matter how embarrassing or personal, he'll listen and give honest advice. Because he's so open, your daughter almost never hides anything from him.

GirlDad!Jason who bawls after dropping her off at university. Again, would never admit it, but sleeps on the floor of her bedroom for the first month she's away. He can't help but miss his little (adult) girl. He also flips through pictures and videos on his phone of when your daughter was little and sheds a few tears. Honestly it only makes you love him more.

GirlDad!Jason who still doesn't like your daughter's college partner. He's better this time around, but still. Don't put murder past him. Yet.

GirlDad!Jason who cries when your daughter shows him her shiny new engagement ring. He's so excited yet terrified. His baby girl is all grown up now.

GirlDad!Jason who walks your daughter down the isle with the brightest smile on his face. He slowly comes around to liking her fiancé(é) and honestly wishes them well.

GirlDad!Jason who meets your daughter at the hospital, ready to meet his new granddaughter for the first time. He holds her in his arms, just like he did his daughter, and gleams knowing the cycle is repeating itself. He couldn't be more excited.

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a/n: sequel to this post i guess??? i needed something cute with jason and his daughter bc..... well..... we don't talk about my own father :D

night night guys

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 21; Most faithful mirror

[mitalon39]

Dad Mori and Babyzai

[white-wolf-buckaroo]

The last drop in The Last Drop🍺✨

Here is my self indulging fic set in the Arcane series because I miss Vander a lot and I need to cope with the ending somehow -> Basically a fic where I add an og character (a little girl named Luna) who becomes Vander's fifth adopted child (shoutout to the single dad of the year)

Disclaimer: I haven't played LOL and english isn't my first language, so yeah, and oh I've got daddy issues (reason for which I'm writing this lol)

Mi main Masterlist: here!

Pre-Act 1.1

It's alright, little one

Luna liked Vander's hands. They made her feel safe. He made her feel safe

She's got us now

The Last Drop was a loud place, and Vander's kids were also loud, but Luna slowly begins to fit in within the chaos with her new family

You're not by yourself anymore, Lu

Luna has nightmares, but Vander will always be there for her. She just has to learn that.

I like being close to you

Luna likes to hang out behind the counter because she likes being close to Vander.

It's nice to make new friends

Luna meets Ekko for the first time.

We're having a game night!

When Vander realizes Luna is scared of thunderstorms, he thinks of something to help distract her from the next storm.

To protect something precious one must be willing to do anything

As Luna keeps Vander company while he cleans up for the night, an unexpected visitor arrives: a man with a long coat, black hair, and a scarred eye.

And I'll keep choosing you, every single day

Vander had been called many things in his life, but no one had ever said 'Dad' to him. Until now.

You're my family. Every single one of you.

Mylo, Vi and Claggor get frustrated because they are grounded for a week, and they get angry because Vander doesn't seem to get as angry with Powder and Luna when they do wrong. It's time for him to remind them that he doesn't have any favourites (this one follows directly the one shot/chapter before "And I'll keep choosing you, every single day").

This is somethin' special, kid

On a rare sunny day in the Lanes, all the kids go outside to have fun and play, but not Luna. She stays in the basement all day working on a super secret project that she reveals at the end of the day to her family.

Takes one to know one

Luna makes a new friend, except he isn't from the Lanes, but from Piltover. A boy named Seb.

... more to come!

Drabbles pre Act 1.1.

Told you sprinkles are important!

Vander, Powder and Luna bake Vi a birthday cake.

'Guess the tooth fairy knows her stuff

About a tooth fairy named Claggor.

He's so going to kill us

Luna tags along Vi and Claggor to complete an assignment for Vander, however, she loses them and ends up alone (scaring the sh*t out of her siblings and dad).

... more to come!

Act 1.1

I’ll still fight every day. For them.

Vander wakes up after being taken by Singed for his experiments.

... more to come!

If you have any requests or want to see something happen let me know! I do have a few things mapped out, but as this is a very self indulging fic, I'll probably don't follow a concrete order posting (maybe one day I post a one shot set when they were all kids and the next day one set in season 2, idk depends on the mood ig)

Tell me if you want to be tagged!

[comically-blu]

A “warm” welcome back

Wowie, a concept comic ft Shermie coming back home from war! Totally a wholesome reunion between father and son!

Totally the father isn’t gonna get beat up by one of his sons for being a prick off-screen! 😀

+bonus meme with the bros all together

[hellsbaby]

[everyonesfavmarley]

[jinxed-sinner]

Look I know Lucifer isn't the best dad ever but I feel like people who say he's a bad dad are purposely ignoring the context of the show. It is very much implied that he thought Charlie wanted nothing to do with him, and Charlie thought he wanted nothing to do with her. Lucifer’s still dealing with trauma from Heaven and his fall and probably will for the rest of time plus he's dealing with what would probably qualify as clinical depression, and simultaneously dealing with trauma, clinical depression, and autistic traits (which Lucifer absolutely has; I do not say, as an autistic person, that Lucifer is a massive autistic mood for no reason) is a fucking NIGHTMARE.

I'm not saying Lucifer shouldn't take responsibility. He should. But he's already doing better than my dad frankly. Lucifer hits me in the daddy issues, I wish my dad made an effort to be more active in my life. Lucifer is fucking trying, and that's better than a lot of people can say about their dads.

[hiemaldesirae]

silly doodles from a convo with @dancingafterdark

[melljam]

nightmare group call xD

[genxart]

Six being a father figure to Rex warms my heart ❤️

‼️NOT A SHIP‼️

[properiguana]

It cracks me up that they supposedly got Jack on the show, because they were worried about the cast getting old and uncool for young audience.

Like Jensen isn’t still the hottest man alive. Be for real now.

[white-wolf-buckaroo]

To protect something precious one must be willing to do anything

A dad!Vander fic (with my og character, Luna, Vander's fifth adopted child)

Set before Act 1.1.

Masterlist: there you go

Disclaimer: english ain't my first language folks

The Last Drop was quieter than usual, the low hum of conversations and clinking glasses a dull echo of its typical rowdy energy. The tension in the Undercity was rising. Whispers of the enforcers' movements trickled through the streets like oil ready to catch fire. Vander had kept an eye on it all, but tonight, he just wanted the evening to end quietly.

Luna had begged to stay upstairs with him while he tidied up the bar. Powder had already gone to bed, and Vi had promised to keep the others in line, though her tone suggested otherwise.

“Can I help, Vander?” Luna asked, perched on a barstool far too big for her.

“You can sit there and keep me company,” Vander replied with a faint smile, wiping down a mug. “That’s a big enough job for now, Lu.”

She nodded solemnly, as though she'd been given an important task, and began doodling on a scrap piece of paper. For a while, everything felt normal.

Then the front doors creaked open.

Vander looked up sharply, his hand stilling. The figure that slipped through the doorway was unmistakable: his dark coat swept the floor, and his mismatched eyes gleamed even in the dim light.

A man both respected and feared in the undercity. Whispers of his name were only heard in the darkest of corners. To Vander, he had once been a friend. Not anymore.

Silco.

Luna looked up from her paper, frowning curiously at the stranger. Vander’s chest tightened, but his voice stayed calm as he said, “I thought rats knew to stay out of my bar.”

Silco didn’t respond immediately. He closed the door behind him, his steps measured as he approached the counter. He seemed to take in the room—its emptiness, its stillness—before his gaze landed on Luna.

The girl blinked at him, wide-eyed but not yet afraid. Silco tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t realize you’d started a daycare, Vander.”

“Leave her out of this,” Vander said curtly, stepping around the counter between Silco and Luna’s line of sight. “What do you want? You know very well you’re not welcomed here.” his right hand clenched, the scar on his arm burning as if it was still a fresh cut.

Silco smirked, his good eye narrowing. “Straight to business, then. Fair enough.” He leaned casually against a stool, unbothered by Vander’s looming figure. “I came to talk about the enforcers.”

Vander didn’t flinch, but his grip tightened on the rag in his hand. He turned to Luna then, picking her up without a word from the barstool and setting her on the ground. “Go downstairs, will you kiddo?”

“But you said I could stay with you while you cleaned up,” she pouted, looking up at him with her big eyes, ignoring the stranger Vander didn’t seem to like.

“I’m almost done anyways. Come on, I’ll be downstairs in a minute to tuck you in.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

She huffed, but obeyed, heading for the basement.

She was curious, though. Too curious.

Luna had started to learn to sneak around thanks to her siblings. And she was good at it. It also helped that she was a small thing, which made it easy to hide in tiny crooks and creaks invisible to anyone who wasn’t looking for her (and also, sometimes, even when they were looking).

She walked downstairs and opened the door to her and her sibling’s room, but she closed it again without entering, staying silent in front of it. When she didn’t see Vander peaking through the door upstairs to see if she was still there, she tiptoed her way back up, making sure to not step on any creaky floor board.

Hidden from view, standing right behind the doorframe to the bar, she could hear Vander’s and the man’s voices just right.

“She seems like a sweet thing,” she heard the stranger say, letting out a light chuckle. “Seems to be taking after you.”

“Cut the small talk, Silco,” Vander’s voice was hard, impatient, uninterested, in a way Luna had never heard him before. “What’s it with the enforcers that has made you come all the way here knowing you aren’t welcomed?”

“They’ve been sticking their noses deeper and deeper into the Undercity.” Silco’s tone was soft but deliberate, dripping with the same quiet menace as always. “Your people are starting to wonder what you’re going to do about it. And I am asking myself the same.”

Vander didn’t answer.

Silco smiled thinly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. “I’ve been hearing rumours. Word has it you’ve been awfully quiet, Vander. It makes me wonder… Do you have a plan? Or are you just hoping the enforcers’ interest will go away on its own?”

Vander met his gaze, unwavering. “I’m handling it.”

“Handling it?” Silco echoed, amused. He tapped two fingers on the bar thoughtfully. “And what does that mean? Shaking hands with the enforcers? Hoping they’ll play nice?”

Vander’s jaw tensed. He didn’t respond. He wouldn’t give Silco the satisfaction.

For a moment, the only sound was the slow drip of a leaky pipe in the corner.

Silco’s attention moved to the door Luna had disappeared into a few minutes ago, catching the glimpse of a loose strand of hair peeking from behind the doorframe. He didn’t say anything, but his expression softened, though the shift was more unsettling than reassuring.

“You’ve built quite the family here,” Silco said, his voice quieter. “But you can’t shield them forever, Vander. The world doesn’t care how tightly you hold onto them. It will take them anyway.”

Vander’s eyes flashed with anger. “Stay away from my family.”

Silco straightened, smoothing out his coat with a casual gesture. “Of course. You’ve made yourself clear.” His lips curled into a faint, sardonic smile. “But let me give you a warning, old friend: the enforcers won’t play by your rules. If you’ve struck some foolish deal to keep them at bay… well, it won’t last. It never does. I, on the other hand, plan to handle them keeping the upper hand. I suggest, solely because of the old friendship that connects us, that you do the same if you want to keep your… family, safe.”

Before Vander could reply, Silco turned on his heel, striding toward the door. He paused with his hand on the handle and glanced back.

“To protect something precious,” he said softly, almost as though to himself, “one must be willing to do anything.”

Then he left, the door clicking shut behind him.

Vander let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

Luna ran down the stairs as quickly and silently as she could, opening and closing the door to the basement room the same way. She ran to her cot, seeing her siblings already deep in sleep, and she waited for Vander.

He didn’t take long, as he had promised.

Vander looked more tired than a few minutes ago, but he managed to smile at her softly, making the little wrinkles by his eyes deeper. He sat down next to Luna after pulling her covers all the way up to her neck, and he smoothed her hair down the side of her head, resting his warm palm on her cheek.

“Ready to sleep?”

Her voice broke the silence, answering with another question “Who was that man?”

Vander forced his face into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “No one you need to worry about, Lu.”

She frowned. “He looked scary.”

Vander huffed a quiet laugh, though it held no humor. “He wants to look that way, trust me. It’s how he gets what he wants.” His thumb brushed softly against her cheek as if trying to wipe away the thought of Silco entirely. “But you don’t need to worry about him. It’s late, and you’re safe here.”

“Promise?” Luna whispered, the word small but heavy, searching his face for certainty.

Vander paused. For a moment, he seemed far away, as though the weight of the entire Undercity hung around his shoulders. But then his hand lingered a little longer on her face, warm and solid, grounding her as much as himself.

“Promise,” he said at last, his voice steady, quiet, true.

Luna let out a tiny sigh, her body relaxing back into the cot. Vander stayed with her for a little while longer, watching her eyelids droop, her breathing slow. When he was sure she’d fallen asleep, he rose to his feet with the practiced quiet of a man who had tucked in children a thousand times before.

He stood at the door for a moment, looking back. The sight of her and the others—Luna curled into the tiny space they’d carved out of a brutal world, Vi and Powder cuddling as they slept, Mylo’s soft snores and even Claggor’s feet starting to dangle out of the bed—filled him with a fierce, wordless resolve.

Silco’s wrong, he thought, clenching his scarred hand at his side. I can keep them safe. I will. He had made a deal with Grayson. He’d keep the undercity under control, and she’d help keep the trouble far. He’d stick to the deal, even if it went against the morals he had defended most, if not all of his life, for the five kids sleeping in that basement he was standing it. He had to.

Vander stepped back into the hallway, ignoring the faint echo of Silco’s words on him like a shadow. The world doesn’t care how tightly you hold onto them.

He’d just have to make sure to hold onto them tight enough.

Taglist: @keira7664@starryhiraeth @eternallyvenus

[fallothemillet]

Invader zim comic strip #28

[ray-green-wicked4good]

Jinx: Ha! It's Me. Your vile villainess. The author of your nightmares. The dread of your--um, daytime nightmares? Or I guess just--all the nightmares? Yeah! All your nightmares! I'm in them! It is I, Jinx! And I am burdened with glorious purpose--

Enforcer: Wait, you mean Jinx, like, Vi's little sister?

Jinx: *launches a shark grenade at the enforcer's face*