#bug dad

[justvoidsdumbstuff1]

Gay dad's<3

(Love em)

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Little Devils meet Little Angels

Sparda

You have a thing for bugs, dilf's in monocles or maybe you just really want to bang dead beat dad's.

First Date:

Sparda has long been rumored dead so it's surprising when you find him all the way in Paradiso. Unfortunately for you he isn't interested since he left Eva for Balder of the Bayonetta universe and now helps care for his adopted daughter Ceraza. Turns out it's much easier to take care of a child locked in a cell then two twin demons who have a penchant for stabbing each other.

[runawaycarouselhorse]

I drew this back in high school, I think... I wasn't very good at anatomy, so don't mind, just appreciate sweet Tousen and Wonderweiss.

[blueflare7pkmn]

✪

Bug Dad is an amazing dad!! I mean, I was half joking when I asked to be adopted, but he didn't even hesitate!! I do wish he didn't get bitten by Vamp Dad, but that's old news. He's caring, sweet, and all around a great guy! Besides, he's full of bad puns, and who doesn't love those?

[fluff-and-such]

Time Fixit Things

Mostly Bugs. Worms.

🐛🪱🐜🪳

Ina: What if I were a Roach Linarian? *daydreaming*

Lina: IDK, would I also be a Roach then?

[kiiingsnake]

you should post your millipede

HOW DID YUO FIND OUT ABOUT MY MILLIPEDE

anyways here it is

[ratsiclesss]

i'm gonna post this on twt so i guess I'll put it here too

[songthursh]

Shhh kids, parents are discussing philosophy matters

Based on a little writing training by my lovely @stupidlynx

[capquinn]

what about quinn just basking in the way bug and mom interact?? its like they have their own secret language and he loves to watch it happen, makes him all fuzzy and warm and just honestly fall in love with you even more (if thats even possible) seeing you as a mom

i just know quinny would find himself tearing up every once in a while when he sees them all soft like this 😭😭

Quinn leans against the doorway, arms crossed, watching.

The house is quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the living room lamp. It’s late — Bug should be in bed by now, but instead, she’s curled up against you on the couch, her tiny body tucked into yours, head nestled beneath your chin. She’s talking, voice soft and sleepy, her words tumbling together in that half-lucid way they do when she’s fighting sleep. Quinn doesn’t catch all of it, but he doesn’t have to. Because you do. You always do.

And God, he loves watching it. Loves watching you. Loves watching you as a mother. It comes so effortlessly to you, like instinct, like something woven into your bones. The way you smooth your palm over Bug’s back in long, steady strokes, the way you hum in just the right places, murmuring quiet encouragements, responding to things Quinn doesn’t always follow, like you and Bug are speaking in a language only the two of you understand.

Bug pauses, her little lips pursing, fingers absentmindedly tracing tiny shapes against your arm, a habit she’s had since she was a baby. You don’t rush her. You just wait, patient, steady, your fingertips brushing through her curls, giving her all the space she needs to find her words. After a beat, she exhales, relaxing against you as the words come together in her sleepy little head.

“— and then the bunny had to go home,” Bug murmurs, voice getting sleepier by the second, “but the bear didn’t want her to.”

You tilt your head, waiting, because she always has more to say.

“Mm,” you encourage with a small hum, shifting just enough to tuck a loose curl behind her ear. “That’s tough, huh? Bear and bunny are best friends.”

Bug nods against your chest, letting out a little sigh. “Yeah. But… but bunny said, ‘I have to go, bear. My mommy’s waiting for me.’”

You hum again, warm and soft. “Because her mommy misses her?”

Bug nods again, slow, eyes fluttering shut for a beat. Quinn thinks she’s finally given in, finally let sleep take her...

But then, in the tiniest voice, she murmurs, “You’d miss me too, right?”

Your arms tighten just slightly, your lips pressing to the crown of her head, fingers tracing slow, steady paths down her back. Quinn watches it happen — watches the way Bug knows the answer before you even say a word. She doesn’t need to ask again. She feels it in the way you hold her, in the warmth of your touch, in the way you keep her close like you never want to let go.

It’s something innate passing between the two of you, this quiet understanding that doesn’t need words.

Bug breathes out, a tiny, content hum slipping past her lips, her whole body going boneless against you. A smile, soft and sleepy, tugs at the corner of her mouth as she burrows impossibly closer, little fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt, clinging without urgency, without fear. Like she’s heard you loud and clear, even though you haven’t said a single word.

But you do, because you know she still wants to hear it.

“Oh, baby,” you murmur. “I always miss you when you’re not with me.”

And that’s all she needs. She sighs, long and slow, her body going completely slack against you, safe and sure in the way you love her.

Quinn watches, his heart caught somewhere between aching and overflowing, the kind of fullness that makes his chest feel too small to hold it all. Because this — this quiet, sleepy moment, the two of you curled up together, Bug safe and sound in your arms — it’s everything.

Quinn swallows, stepping further into the room, perching on the armrest of the couch.

“She out?” he murmurs, voice hushed.

You glance up at him, smiling softly, your fingers still stroking through Bug’s curls, lulling her further into sleep.

“Almost.”

Quinn reaches out, his knuckles grazing Bug’s cheek, and she makes a tiny sound — somewhere between a hum and a sigh — before burrowing deeper into your warmth, her little hand still gripping onto your shirt even in sleep, like she never wants to let go.

Quinn feels something tighten in his throat. Because he remembers when she was just a baby, small enough to fit in the crook of one arm, when her cries could only be soothed by your voice, your touch. And now, here she is, still finding her safety, her comfort, her home in you.

And God.

He thought he knew love before. Thought he had felt it in all the ways that mattered.

But this? Watching the way you hold her like you were made for this, made for her? Watching the way she leans into you like she doesn’t even need to think about it? This kind of love? It’s something else entirely. Something that makes him want to reach out, to touch, to hold.

So he does.

His hand drifts, skimming over your arm before curling around the back of your neck, his thumb tracing a slow, grateful line against your skin. He leans in, presses his lips to your temple, lingers there for a moment longer than necessary.

You tilt your head just slightly, leaning into him the way Bug leans into you, and that’s all it takes. That’s all he needs. His family, his girls wrapped up in the kind of love that’s steady and sure and so achingly pure that he doesn’t know what he did to deserve it.

You sigh softly, shifting just enough to look up at him, your features soft in the dim light.

“You okay?” you ask, like you can sense it — how full he feels, how something inside him is stretching, expanding, trying to make room for all the love pressing against his ribs.

Quinn just nods, thumb still brushing lazy circles against your skin.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice quieter than he intends. “I just… I love you.” His gaze flickers down, taking in the way Bug is tucked against your chest. “Both of you.”

Your smile is small, knowing, like you already understood before he even said it. Like the secret language you and Bug share, that unspoken understanding, somehow it extends to him too.

“We love you too,” you murmur back, your free hand reaching for his, fingers threading together, squeezing gently. “So much.”

Quinn leans in again, kissing you slow, deep, the kind of kiss that lingers, and Bug stirs between you, sighing softly. You both pull back, sharing a quiet chuckle, and Quinn shifts, slipping off the armrest to settle beside you properly, his arm curling around both of you.

The three of you sit like that for a while, wrapped up in warmth, in love, in the quiet certainty that there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.

Because if there’s one thing Quinn Hughes knows for certain, it’s this:

Bug has the best mom in the world.

And him?

He’s the luckiest man alive.

[buggyrulez]

ugh my lady

Kaia is like. the protector of souls. You die, reaper takes your soul, Kaia is responsible for giving that soul a new body

she's got a special connection to said souls, can communicate with them on a whole nother level

It used to be a really big jellyfish that kept being reborn that was in charge of all the souls, but then there were too many people being born at once, so the jellyfish beached itself in the realm of the gods. Reaper found it, and had to pull out this little glowing egg thing that was inside.

Usually the eggs will form whatever its parent is, which is usually the big Jellyfish

but since Reaper ended up raising her, Kaia ended up mimicking his features instead. She can only mimick what she sees, so she doesn't have it all down perfectly, because he didn't exactly know to teach her about skeleton anatomy, but she was able to improvize. That's why she has ecto replacing her stomach and legs. It's just the hardened jellyfish bits that she was supposed to get. Somewhat malleable, but the rest of her body solidified into bone

[cryptic-underground]

☆ Next Summer Designs ☆

They're done!!! Yippee! I had a lot of fun drawing these. My favs are probably Mabel and Wendy.

Let me know if it's hard to read the text, and I'll type it out.

Family portrait:

Without text:

[demgozellegs]

Working on getting back into my interpretation series, here's Markoth :3

(he got that dad bod lol)

[blueflare7pkmn]

💬 You ended up choosing a father who is said to have Beedrill wings tattooed to his back, a rather cruel twist of fate.

Wha-

Why would he get such horrible things on his skin

Why would it be a cruel twist of fate hahaha your crazy anon

[trek-tracks]

Vulcan's hottest punk band is Kolinahrsty, with their hit single "I Purged All Of My Emotions To Piss Off My Dad"

[lavaflowe]

MORE BABY XIAOTIAN AND DAD WUKONG CAUSE IM IN A MOOD

[time-woods]

is projecting on a projection too far . . aka the rot is gettin bad yall . .