#cult dad is not so bad

[foliosharley]

Just imagine Dad!Folio being wholesome with his little boy like his kid tells him he's sleepy at the park and he goes

"You wanna have a nap, buddy? Sure"

with that accent of his and head home together. He prepares the sofa with his kid's favourite blanket and some squishy pillows while putting some cartoon on TV, volume low enough so his kid can snooze into sleep.

Once you get home, tired from work, he'll welcome you with a soft shhh as to not wake your kid. Nick would rush to your side and squeeze you into a hug. Proudly, you two look at the beautiful child you created.

[thecoyotescry]

Okay okay! Nobody asked, but I’ll tell you my thoughts anyway.

Dad Bad Omens (or Dad Omens, if you will 😋). Here’s how it goes in my brain (don’t take this to heart if you don’t want to lol idk)

Noah has 2 kids. First, a baby boy who is his twin and wants to be just like him. Then a baby girl who still looks like him, but has all the mannerisms and personality of mama.

Jolly is a girl dad through and THROUGH. 3 or 4 little girls, all with long, luscious locks like him. Constantly begging him to join their tea parties and letting them paint his nails, no questions asked.

Nicholas has 3 kids. Girl, boy, girl. All cutie artistic babies who love animals like their dad. His girls are soft spoken like him and his middle child is your stereotypical insane 2nd child who’s not afraid of anything (and that scares Nicky lol).

Folio is boy dad coded. 2 twin boys who he loves to take fishing with him, play sports with, and shares his love of music with them. They probably grow up to be in a band together or motor bike enthusiasts or something.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

riz gukgak is SO distressing to have as a favourite character I can never funckign rest out here

[devilandacat]

i keep seeing a bunch of matt dad shit and figured i’d put my two cents in

also these aren’t necessarily “boy things girl things” you can read them however! he’d so teach his girl to play drums and have tea parties with his boy!!

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- he absolutely loudly open mouth dad snores

- grunts and groans when he stands up

- get this man a recliner and he’s never leaving it

- hover your hand over the remote and it’s an automatic “i’m still watching that” before he passes out again

- always helping you out with anything no matter what (dinner, shopping, laundry, dressing your kids/doing their hair, all the cute dad shit!)

- “kiddo”

- you would have to be the “voice of reason” (“you can have one, just don’t tell” as he’s taking one for himself too, but shhh you don’t know that)

- on the topic, he lets them do stuff behind your back (sneaking an extra snack or watching smth a little too inappropriate.. nothing too bad he’s a good dad!!)

- absolutely sobs when you tell him your pregnant or want to adopt (though he tries not to..)

- still sobbing when that little baby arrives (he’s so gentle w them it’s fucking adorable, someone definitely has a picture of him crying while holding them)

- super protective of the two of you

- you and him do that two hand swing while walking

- you’re always finding them taking naps together

he’s absolutely one thousand percent a girl dad and you cannot tell me otherwise !!

- “little lady” in any situation

- when he’s trying to dress her for the day she always ends up looking like a tiny him (xs mens lotr shirt that’s way too big for her and some extra long jorts)

- he’s horrible at doing hair but still tries which results in very uneven lopsided bun/pigtail.. things?

- putting her in his big hats that fall in front of her face

- oh so many pictures of her in said hats along with just her in general. if she’s playing dress up, helping you do something in the kitchen, whatever it is he’s taking plenty of pictures

- speaking of dress up.. there are countless times you’ve walked in on him in a teeny little tiara having a tea party with her and some bears

- “hates” (fucking loves it) when she’ll do his makeup or paint his nails

- will forever and always wear bracelets she makes for him (and tries to learn how to make them)

now if he did have a boy though..

- spitting image of him.

- like your kid looks exactly like him and wants to be just like dad

- he grows his hair out, starts asking to wear big shirts and hats, grows a big interest in drums..

- and matt would put big ol’ headphones on your kid and hoist him up on his lap to teach him how to play them (sobbing)

- also turning him into a ‘mini matt’ by putting this little guy into big graphic tees and shorts

- always roughhousing when he’s older, to the point where you make them go outside

- “hey big guy”

- would never say it but if he gets into lotr he could not be happier (if you’re there too you can see a smile on his face the entire time)

- he looks like he’d pull your kid under his arm and do that hair ruffle thing

[justarandomlambblog]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 [END]

The love story of a mortal and an immortal is always doomed to end in tragedy, but even just a little more time would have meant everything...

And that's Narinder's prologue for this au sketched out. Also yes that's a cat he's just got small rounded ears instead of long sharp ears <3

Explanation of the story under the cut (this time with some dialogue!)

During a festival, someone runs up to Narinder saying a stranger has come to the village, and he's wounded. Narinder recognizes the cloak he wears as being that of a Darkwood cultist, so Narinder takes the injured cat to his home to take care of him, and also to confront him without anyone else there. Narinder finds that he's brought a book of the Old Faith with him.

The stranger wakes up and notices Narinder immediately. Narinder confronts him about the book he's brought with him, and the fact that he's a follower of the Old Faith. The cat explains that he actually ran away, seeing no point in killing and fighting and living and dying for a god who is already dead (awkward considering Leshy is very much alive again and loyal to the Lamb by this time, but neither of them know this), but that his old family outed him as a dissenter and he was chased/attacked on his way out. Narinder accepts this explanation but gives a stern warning to the newcomer;

"These are godless lands and we bow to no one. There will be no talk of the Old or New Faiths, no talks of gods, no preaching. And this book stays in this room so long as you're in this village, got it?"

Narinder drops the book into the side table, then tells the newcomer that he's welcome to stay as long as he wants/needs so long as he doesn't bring talk of gods into the village itself. The newcomer accepts this easily enough- he ran away from the Old Faith, after all, he only brought the book by happenstance.

Narinder gives the stranger clothes and shows him around the village, introducing him to people (and translating for both sides, as the newcomer does not speak the godless language and the godless don't speak the language of the Faithful). Time passes, and the newcomer stays even when he's healed, slotting himself into the daily routine of the village. Narinder begins slowly teaching him about their culture, once it becomes clear that he doesn't intend to leave; he shows him how to take care of the feral beasts, teaches him how to make paper lanterns for their lantern festival, teaches him their dances, and eventually even gives him an ear piercing, the same as anyone who comes of age inside or is accepted into the village from outside gets. It's essentially the moment that he becomes an accepted part of the village, an acknowledgement that he is one of them now; no longer an outsider, no longer a cultist but one of the godless.

One day, Narinder's friend (as by this time he cannot really be called a newcomer and ofc I don't have a name for him...) confesses to Narinder, and Narinder realizes all at once that if he wants to pursue this... thing he and his friend have going on, he needs to tell him the truth.

So Narinder does it in the most dramatic sad wet cat way he can; he brings out the book that's sat gathering dust inside the drawer for well over a year now and finds the entry on the Red Crown and the One Who Waits. The "Friend" is confused at first before looking at Narinder and realizing that Narinder is the One Who Waits- a fallen god of the Old Faith, and arguably the most powerful of all of the Old gods.

And... he doesn't care. Narinder is Narinder, not the Bishop of Death after all. He just tosses the book- something once sacred in the cult he was born into- aside and expresses that he doesn't care; it doesn't matter who Narinder used to be, or the crimes he committed in the past, because he loves the person Narinder is now. Narinder accepts his confession with this acceptance.

Time passes. They marry, with Narinder presenting a marriage charm to him, much to his delight. They start a family- first child they name Ari, the second Elloi, and the third Minuit, all a few years apart in age.

And for just a little bit- everything is perfect. Even though Narinder's immortality hangs over him like a shroud, he takes every day a moment at a time, and he's happier than he's been in a long, long time.

Then one night they're woken by the sound of crashing and screams. They're a little freaked out, because it's been so long for both of them but they recognize that sound- they've just both been on the other side of it. Opening the curtains confirms Narinder's fears; there's a raid happening on their village, the same way gods and their cults once crusaded against each other and razed entire settlements in a bid for power. Buildings are burning, people are running and screaming and crying, some people are dead, and robe-clad people very reminiscent of cultists and heretics bear weapons and chase people down, uncaring of whether they're old, young or children.

Narinder scoops up the baby- only a few months old and crying in fear- while his husband rushes to grab their older kits, only to find their beds empty. Panic sets in, and rather than running into the forest (to hide and hopefully avoid the attackers) like they initially planned, they rush into the village to look for their daughters. Narinder comes face to face with a cultist, and has a moment where he remembers Shamura teaching him offensive magic- before they even had the crowns, back when it was just them and the magic they were born with. Chains, which he hasn't seen or felt in nearly a hundred years at this point, shoot up at his command, spearing through and instantly killing his would-be attacker.

His husband, somewhere along the way, loses the dagger he'd always carried while fighting cultists. He spots their daughters on the ground, holding onto each other and crying in fear while a cultist raises a sword. Instinct kicks in and he rushes to them, throwing himself between his kits and their attacker- too afraid that attacking them would still end up with his kits hit by the sword.

Narinder hears his kits scream and turns in time to see his husband collapse, mortally wounded (he did take a sword for someone who was in front of him, that shit went DEEP), and in a moment of horror reaches out with his magic, spearing their attacker with the chain before they can turn their attention to the kits again. He runs over, dropping down by his husband's side, and pulls him into his lap. His husband manages to smile at him, saying some final words before dying in his family's arms.

Grief hits Narinder hard, and his magic lashes out; withering lines of decay snake through the village, the grass crumbling and the earth itself cracking in the wake of his magic. It targets the cultists while avoiding the villagers, and the cultists begin rotting and turning to dust right on the spot, whether they are bodies on the ground or living beings in the middle of swinging an axe. All at once the tables are turned, their attackers reduced to ash and blood on the ground and in the wind, and careful to avoid the lines, slowly the bravest of the villagers follow the decaying earth to its epicenter; Narinder and his once-again-broken family.

None of the villagers fear Narinder, even like this. All they feel is grief; grief for what has happened to their village, grief for their neighbors and loved ones, grief for the families that have been lost, grief for what the future holds for them. They share in his grief, but they realize something in that moment; Narinder can actually do something with his grief.

A few days pass and the dead have been buried. Narinder and his older kits pay respects to his husband's grave, and some villagers approach to give their condolences and also ask; "What now?"

He looks back, listening to their worries. With his third eye open and with him reaching out to them with his own magic, he notices for the first time that some of them have a certain... energy about them. Some have more than others; some's energy is lashing out, while others' are gentle, and some are... reaching back to him. He realizes that this energy is magic- the same thing Shamura saw in him and the others, thousands of years ago, when they decided to train them.

He remembers Shamura telling him something now, when he asked why they taught him and the others to fight and use magic when they clearly wanted to keep them all safe; "Sometimes the best way to protect those you love is teach them to protect themselves."

He takes this lesson to heart now; the village must learn to fight, so that they will never be made victims again.

"We rebuild. We learn to wield swords." He summons a flame into his hand, holding it out for the villagers who have turned to him in this time of hardship to see. "And those of you who are capable of magic- I will teach it to you.

"What has happened here will not happen again."

[im2tired4usernames]

Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die

[meat-loving-meat]

I’m thinking about Modern!AUs in fanfiction and why sometimes they’re some of my favorite fics and also sometimes the Worst™️. (<-that is a joke. There is no such thing as bad fanfiction, just fanfiction I don’t personally like.)

Because I LOVE Modern!AUs that ask interesting questions about how the setting of a story impacts the characters—how much of the setting can you remove while still being able to recognize the characters in question? All of it? None of it? What new problems would living in a world with planes and phones create for these characters? How are the social and political tensions of the original canon reflected in our own world?

The “problem” (again, not an actual problem, just a personal preference) is that most Modern!AUs COMPLETELY refuse to engage with any of that. They instead become a stale rehashing of the original canon except with lower stakes. Nothing about the modern setting adds interest, and everything interesting from the original setting falls away.

I think that a lot of people write Modern!AU fics to deescalate the conflict of the original canon and give the characters more relatable problems, which isn’t universally terrible, but it can so easily become boring. I don’t WANT to know what it would be like if one of these characters was a florist and the other was a tattoo artist; I want to know what would happen if you gave one of them a gun.

[valengory1234]

Ok but the biggest mystery of House of Anubis is where are Fabian’s parents??

[razzygoat]

sometimes your home is you, the massive golden shrine dedicated to your likeness, your 4 spouses one of which used to be god, your crowd of 20+ adoring followers where one of them at any point in time is contemplating eating poop, and the funky little (sentient?) crown that gives you unspeakable powers

[tittyinfinity]

you ever see a bunch of adults in their 20s and 30s absolutely dragging someone and then you go and check the person's blog and they're 15 years old

[thecoyotescry]

Happy Saturday, gang! Here’s a quick thought for you all 🤭

Dad!Jolly letting his daughter braid is hair. They could be the world’s most loose, lopsided ones, but he’s wearing them with pride. “You did such a good job on my hair, I love it so much,” he’d say to her, without even looking in a mirror.

Dad!Jolly would also let her paint his fingernails, and again, he’s rocking whatever color they decide to do. He’s most definitely gone out on stage with bright pink or yellow or turquoise nails that pop against their all black attire. When he gets compliments on them from an interviewer or during a meet and greet, he immediately says “thank you, my daughter painted them. she’s really good, right?”

He’s just always complimenting them and supporting them at all times!

[hauntedtotem]

I think the biggest red flag for me regarding the hopelesspeaches and lio convoy stuff, their entire group (especially lio) has near identical speech patterns and dynamics as my mom's online friend group. Which is less of a red flag and more of a raging wildfire tbh

[devilandacat]

here’s more matt dad shit bc it’s literally all i can think about

- bedtime stories!!! omfg bedtime stories with the little forehead kisses and tucking them in a little too tight so he gets a “daaadddd” that leads to both of them giggling and laughing

- always checking for monsters under the bed and in the closet! you three get a nightly routine together very quickly

- his outfits already scream dad but when he’s actually a dad.. (pls the fits r so interestingly man)

- as basic as this is he’s def always holding your kid on his hip (god it’s so cute tho, him super busy doing whatever while he has to keep hoisting them back up)

- your kid bothering him on his hip tho.. he’s busy trying to work on his sound shit and they keep reaching out trying to touch it all and you just watch him slowly get fed up lol

- this damn kid bothers him so much but you better believe he would drop anything and everything for either one of you!!

- him teaching them how to do what he does (i actually have no idea what it is lol, sound stuff ig..?) putting them on his lap and pointing at what button they have to push or slide up with a little high five or hair ruffle and a “good job!!”

- little family outings just in the backyard!! he’s cooking on the grill while you’re tanning or playing with your kid and the dogs! it’s just the perfect day, perfect weather with your favorite people (and animals)!

- OHHH you just know his grilling is so good i need one of his burgers oh so badly

- imagine him trying to put together a crib.. do with that as you will (lowkey hot bc he’d have his hair in that low bun and he’d be making occasional grunts and shit but also he’s a loser with his stupid little shorts and lotr shirt and the way he’d be sitting on his knees reading the instructions)

- waking up to see the two of them passed out next to you in the mornings (crying)

- seeing him get just as excited as you for literally any milestone in your kids life (first steps, first words, bike without training wheels you name it he’s got a fat smile on his face and clapping so hard)

- speaking of clapping hard.. he’s got those annoying loud ass dad claps, and sneezes, and snores, and grunts, and groans

[raylangivins]

My very valuable notes from the last company meeting

[real-life-cloud]

:) 🧡

[maemil]

"One who has not one drop of Mandalorian blood in his veins"

I'm sorry, these motherfuckers are out here calling Din's religion a cult, meanwhile they're doing Mandalorian blood quantum levels???