#cursed dad things

[not-another-robin]

One year, Alfred and Bruce dress as each other for Halloween. Alfred shaves his mustache, Bruce draws one on. They switch accents. Everyone hates it

[nouveaumoon]

various von zaroviching

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[kaeyachi]

There's something alarming about the continuing trope of an Alberich father putting their hopes and dreams on their sons, but their sons are dreaming of something else like, oh, I don't know, living a normal life? Not finding the world unfair? Have no burden concerning their lineage?

[kholnt]

to me time is like a light switch and his two modes are "calm and collected father figure" (time mode) and "will chew off your ankles and curse you out while hes at it but its all a display of affection" (mask mode)

there is one (1) person that can flip that switch and its warriors

[artiststarme]

Eddie didn’t like children. Well correction, he didn’t like little children. He watched the tiny humans run around the streets of the trailer park with their capes and missing teeth and it freaked him out. He saw the woman two trailers over with a baby in his arms and cringed at the sight. The little ones freaked him out. What good were the little fleshbags other than staring unseeingly into the distance and screeching through the neighborhood? He didn’t know so he avoided all of them like the plague.

Steve loved kids. He loved the innocence they had and the glow in their eyes when they looked up at people. He remembered when he had innocence and a shine of hope in his eyes. Simpler times those had been. But he loved kids, helping them and making sure they kept their innocence and hope for as long as humanly possible. However, he too didn’t like little ones. Babies were so frail and fragile that he was always far too scared to even go near them.

That’s why it was the perfect option to adopt a four year old girl and her six year old brother. They were big enough not to be “useless fleshbags” according to Eddie and they were big and enough not to be seen as overly delicate to Steve. When they chose to adopt the siblings into their small family, Steve and Eddie made things complete.

[nenoname]

honestly??? i still dont know what to do with the idea that there might be a bunch of clone fords out there???? it honestly makes me so unhinged??????

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

hi there 👋. If you're still accepting prompts. there's not much satosho kid artworks out there so I was wondering if you'd like to draw a satosho lil family with their lovechild present. Could be tiressan's kid hc melon/taichi or your own. Love your works as always! thankyou for being a blessing to the satosho fandom 💕💕💕

Sorry took some liberty and just drew Satoru with his little princess. I am very convinced that Gojo would be the best girl dad

[luna-the-cretar]

I love that Arabelle mechanically wasted a spell slot just to tell Clayton that she was having Mac and cheese for dinner and also that she missed his house and kinda sorta maybe him as well. I also love that Clayton’s immediate response was just “DID YOU JUST CAST SENDING!?” In such an “excited and confused and VERY proud” dad voice. I love them.

[thelilylav]

Everything will lead back to you

When one of you is a herald with no queen to announce, and the other is a queen with no subjects to be announced to

[casscainmainly]

Just asking for fun cuz I think you being really interesting points abt so many of the bats to the table: who do you think should be Batman if 1) Bruce Died, 2) Bruce voluntarily steps down (old age / debilitating injury) or any other scenarios you would like to explore.

It's an age old question, it's fun to see who thinks what and what thoughts they bring to the table :)

Such a great question!! Though honestly I'm not sure I have any original or good thoughts haha. For me the Batman successor should be one of two people: Cassandra Cain (I am a Cass blog) or Dick Grayson.

For Cass the reason is obvious. So many people have written about how Batman is the culmination of her arc about agency and controlling her destiny - for a girl who was raised to be nothing, to be a tool for other people, becoming the centre of the narrative is an incredibly poignant and wonderful conclusion. She wants to be Batman, she has the ability to be Batman, she believes in Batman; she is as clear a successor as you could get.

Dick is more debatable. His feelings on being Batman have always been tangled up in his frustrations with Bruce, in a way Cass (who is more able, albeit imperfectly, to separate the man from the symbol) doesn't deal with. So I think there's some panels of him saying he doesn't want to be Batman, doesn't like doing it, etc.

However, in my mind he does like being Batman, he just doesn't like being Bruce's version of Batman. He comes to this conclusion in Gates of Gotham, and the back parts of Batman and Robin (2009) is basically him having fun once Bruce is alive. It was Bruce's death that made things difficult, not the mantle itself. Where Cass can be Batman now, Dick can elevate the mantle; and it's no secret that Bruce himself views Dick as his clear successor.

I honestly think both should wield the mantle. I love the idea of Cass being Gotham's Batman while Dick is the Justice League/wider world's Batman. This plays to their strengths, and solidifies their arcs: Cass finds a permanent home and a place she loves that loves her back, and Dick gets to travel again, using his leadership and interpersonal skills to save people.

In the case of Bruce's retirement, this would be the perfect set-up. For his death, though, I think it would be complicated by both Dick and Cass' grief. Look at the Batman Reborn era: the Dick and Cass parallels were actually insane. They were both told not to wield the Bat mantle - Dick by Bruce's message, and Cass by Bruce asking her to give Batgirl to Steph. This hurt them immensely, but they tried to follow Bruce's orders. The only difference was that Tim (and Jason) forced Dick's hand into disobeying Bruce, while Cass was already gone.

In an ideal world, Tim should've been asking them both to take up the mantle. His meeting with Cass in HK should've kickstarted her journey home, and she would've arrived back for angsty talks with Dick about who the Bat symbol belongs to or something. This basically happens in Gates of Gotham: Cass' conversation with Dick in the car is about not letting Gotham (and, I would argue, Bruce) dictate who they can or cannot be. They both want the mantle, and this was an acknowledgment that they both deserved it, too.

So, long story short, Cass and Dick are my picks for Batman successor. Them simultaneously being Batman would be so fun too, given their complicated relationship. They would be keeping score of who's the better Bat, and Cass would probably lob Dick out a window again, but they'd also have a shared understanding and deep compassion for each other's circumstances and desires. Curious to hear other people's thoughts!

(Also Duke Thomas should be their Robin but that's a post for another day).

[mywitchyblog]

It’s amazing how many Percy Jackson fans jumped on me for saying Percy didn’t actually win against Akhlys in Tartarus, and that he’s not some unstoppable force who could solo Zeus. Let’s be real—Percy is a demigod. Demi is the key word here. He’s still part mortal, no matter how powerful he is.

First, let’s talk about what happened in Tartarus with Akhlys. People need to understand that Akhlys isn’t just some monster or even a god. She’s a primordial being, a child of Nyx and Chaos itself—the very forces that existed before anything else. When Percy faced her, he wasn’t just up against a strong opponent; he was up against a conceptual entity. Akhlys embodies poison and misery itself. She doesn’t just wield these elements; she is them.

In Tartarus, Percy and Annabeth were completely out of their element. Akhlys didn’t need to rely on physical attacks to defeat him. Instead, she poisoned him emotionally and mentally. She brought out something dark in Percy—something that scared even Annabeth. When Percy used Akhlys’s own poison against her, he didn’t just fight back; he enjoyed it. This wasn’t a heroic moment; it was terrifying. Akhlys pushed Percy to a place where he lost control, and Annabeth witnessed a side of him that left a permanent scar on their relationship. Akhlys didn’t lose—she won by breaking Percy in a way that no one else had. She infected his mind and relationship with a sense of darkness that left Annabeth shaken. Even after they escaped, it’s clear Annabeth will never see him the same way again.

Now, let’s get into the Percy versus Jason debate. A lot of people think Jason is weak or that Percy could easily defeat him. But the truth is, Jason has accomplished things that Percy hasn’t. For example, Jason fought and killed Krios, the Titan of constellations, with his bare hands. Yes, he had the support of the Roman legion, but it was Jason who ended Krios personally. He didn’t need his weapon; he finished the Titan off with sheer physical strength. Krios is a Titan, not just some high-level monster, and the fact that Jason killed him without a weapon speaks volumes about his strength and skill.

And then there’s their encounter with the Eidolons in Kansas. Percy and Jason were both possessed by these spirits, who know everything about their hosts’ abilities, skills, and weaknesses. The Eidolons were fighting to kill each other, and they weren’t holding back. They had been promised freedom by Gaea if they succeeded, so they had every incentive to use their hosts’ full abilities. During this fight, Jason!Eidolon had Percy on the ropes and would have killed him if Piper hadn’t intervened, allowing Percy!Eidolon to knock Jason out. This matters because it shows that, when both are going all out, Jason has the power to kill Percy. The Eidolons were only as strong as their hosts, and Jason, in full form, was winning that fight.

Now, let’s address Percy’s other “victories,” which aren’t as clear-cut as some fans think. Percy’s fight with Ares in The Lightning Thief wasn’t a definitive win. People forget that Ares, as the god of war, could have controlled Percy’s weapon as easily as Percy controls water. Ares could have seized Riptide, effectively disarming Percy. The only reason Ares didn’t finish the fight was because Kronos spooked him. Percy didn’t overpower Ares; Ares walked away due to external circumstances. Percy didn’t win; he survived because Ares chose to leave.

Take his fight against Hyperion in The Last Olympian. Percy doesn’t take down the Titan single-handedly. Instead, he has significant help from Grover and other allies. Hyperion is eventually immobilized, but it’s a group effort that relies on clever strategy and teamwork. Percy didn’t overpower Hyperion—he and his friends contained him long enough to escape.

Then there’s his encounter with Atlas in The Titan’s Curse. Percy momentarily holds up the sky, which is impressive, but it’s not sustainable. When he faces Atlas directly, he’s completely overwhelmed and would have been killed if not for Artemis’s intervention. Atlas is a powerhouse that Percy simply can’t match on his own, showing that he’s not this unstoppable force who can take down Titans at will.

And don’t forget his brush with Hades in The Last Olympian. Percy only survives because of his invulnerability from the River Styx. Even with that, Hades could have easily defeated him in non-physical ways. As one of the Big Three, Hades could rip Percy’s soul from his body or inflict damage that doesn’t involve direct attacks. The Styx’s blessing protects Percy from physical harm, but it doesn’t make him immune to the other godly powers that Hades wields. Once that blessing fades, Percy’s vulnerable. Hades isn’t someone Percy could just walk away from in a real fight.

And it’s important to note that the gods aren’t wary of Percy because of him—they’re cautious because of Poseidon. Poseidon is the second most powerful Olympian, and his influence is significant enough that any conflict between him and Zeus could split Olympus into factions. Without Poseidon’s protection, Percy would likely have been smited by the other gods. It’s not Percy who intimidates them; it’s the fallout of what angering Poseidon could lead to.

And let’s not ignore Jason’s extensive training. Jason has been at Camp Jupiter for 12 years, where he’s drilled in combat tactics and leadership. The Roman camp is all about discipline and intense training, and Jason has that experience behind him. Percy, meanwhile, only spends summers at Camp Half-Blood, totaling about 10 months over five years. While Percy has raw talent and power, Jason has years of structured training and experience as a leader and warrior.

Plus, Jason has taken on giants. He faced off against Porphyrion, the king of giants, who’s designed to be a direct counter to Zeus himself. Jason didn’t defeat him alone, but he held his own long enough for the team to intervene. Jason’s powers are formidable in their own right. He can control storms, wield lightning, and even fly—abilities that make him a powerful force. He might not control the sea, but he has strengths that match up well with Percy’s.

So no, Percy wouldn’t just “swat” Jason aside. Jason’s taken on Titans, giants, and even his own best friend in a no-holds-barred fight, and he’s proven that he can stand toe-to-toe with some of the toughest enemies out there.

In the end, while Percy is undeniably powerful, he’s not some unbeatable powerhouse. He often relies on help, luck, or his father’s influence. Jason Grace, on the other hand, has taken down divine beings with his bare hands and has years of experience and training that Percy simply doesn’t. People need to recognize that Jason isn’t just strong—he’s a capable and experienced warrior who can hold his own against Percy, and maybe even beat him when it counts.

Yes, Percy is often referred to as the most powerful demigod, but that doesn’t mean he’s unbeatable. He can be defeated, even if it takes significant effort. I’m not saying that Jason could solo him without a challenge, but I do think Jason could win against Percy in a high-difficulty fight. It’s not an easy win, but it’s definitely possible. Other demigods could also potentially overpower and defeat Percy, though it would take a lot of effort. Percy’s powerful, but he’s not invincible.

Also, let’s talk about the “bloodbending” headcanon that keeps coming up. Sure, there’s a basis in canon for Percy’s potential to manipulate water within living beings, but there’s no actual evidence in the books that he can control blood. People need to stop treating it as if it’s official. Does he have the potential? Yes, it’s possible given his powers over water. But has it been explicitly stated in canon that he can control blood? No, it hasn’t. Percy can’t just “bloodbend” at will—that’s purely headcanon, not established fact.

So while Percy is incredibly powerful and capable of amazing feats, he’s not this unstoppable force. He has limits, and in a high-stakes fight, there are other demigods who could push him to those limits and potentially even beat him.

[charmwasjess]

For a moment, Rael remembers the slim, dark Knight holding Dooku by the elbow, his eyes bowed in play. Always smiling, as if the entire galaxy contained a wonderful, secret joke, just for him.

Suddenly, he wants to hurt Sifo-Dyas.

[echolocalia]

He then realises with a certain gravity that Arthur Pendragon has not recognised the man in his reflection is a long, long time.

He can actually pinpoint the moment.

He was wandering the halls, just as he was now. He couldn’t have been more than nine summers old.

He remembers looking into the mirror and grinning, a wobbly, gap-toothed grin, he had been unsure of himself, but now he felt like he could fly. He had just unwrapped the bandage from his first ‘battle wound’. Squire trained had started that day, he had nicked himself on a sword.

That was before father actually began to acknowledge his existence and began getting very hurtful in his words.

An older Arthur looks back at him in the mirror, weathered and battle-worn, with too many scars to count, eyes red and face splotchy, he will hear no more of what his father has to say.

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽’𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒. }

he’s not really surprised that she said it, cuz you say it all the time, calling him a "dumbass/hoe ass nigga" or telling him "nigga shut the fuck up." and aizawa teaching black students (mina and deku) and having a few black coworkers (mirko, rock lock and orca) he hears it all the time himself.

but he’s downright flabbergasted when and how she says it right to his face at that; after you told her to go get her father to come here and yk how kids be, adding extra words nobody told them to say. so your kid stands in front of him with a mischievous smile on her face and glint in her dark brown eyes as she says "mommy said to tell you ‘nigga bring your light bright ass down to the kitchen fo’ you don’t get no damn dinner’ so are you coming daddy?”

and he pauses for a moment having your black mother mannerisms come out of him. “d/n? whatchu just say to me?” she pales a bit “no daddy! that’s what mommy said.” he calls for you yelling your name. "aye y/n cmere!" you shout a "what!" from your place in the kitchen and he repeats himself. the sound of your slippers hitting the tile as you approach your shared bedroom, the anger in your steps ever so evident, belly protruding cause of your second child as you grumble loudly all the way to the door.

"nigga what? i told d/n to come get’chu for a reason na' my damn feet hurt ‘n all I wanted t’ do was cook." you look at him with an attitude hand resting on your wide hip as you leaned on the doorway. "whatchu want shota?" you take in the situation, your husband sitting on the bed a displeased expression on his face and your baby girl got tears welling up in her big brown eyes as she fiddle with her fingers.

"why my baby bout t’ cry?" you walk further into the room standing beside your daughter and in front of aizawa with your arms folded, he rubs on your belly looking up at your frustrated eyes. "’m sorry mama." he kissed your belly. "making you walk all the way back here but what did you tell her to tell me?" you suck your teeth when he kisses your belly again 'ain’t this just what i said earlier??'

sighing out your frustration you continued. "i told her to tell you ‘bring your light bright ass down fore you don’t eat dinner.’ got me walking all up ‘n down this damn house when you know how fat yo’ damn babies are." he rubs you again "’m sorry.. again it’s just your daughter cursing me out." you snicker before he looks at you with dead eyes.

"oh you was forreal? what did she say?" shota and you both look at your five year old her tears still threatening to fall. "tell your mama what you said." she whimpers while repeating what she told her father earlier, it’s a moment or two of silence before you burst out laughing. "fuck i gotta pee ima pee on myself."

you waddled to the bathroom giggling as shota rolled his eyes this is not the right outcome you came out the bathroom wiping the excess water on the cami as tears filled your ducts "’m sorry baby it’s just that shit was too funny." you sat on the bed next to him as you picked up d/n placing her on shota’s lap. "you’re supposed to tell her that she shouldn’t be saying those words at her young age."

you pat his face leaning forward to kiss your daughter on both her chubby cheeks fixing around her bonnet. "those aren’t even the extra bad ones.." you caress her cheek with your thumb. "you know not to say those words to your teachers and the grownups outside the house right? unless they need to hear it.." shota nudges your shoulder and you exclaimed playfully. "what sho i don’t think it’s that serious i think it’s quite hilarious in fact."

he shakes his head from side to side kissing the top of your daughters’ cap "just don’t get used to saying words like that ya’ hear me d/n." she nods her head and y’all stay there for a minute or two loving up on her before you you spoke interrupting the silence. "so baby girl.. say another curse word." "y/n!" you cackle at shota’s face getting ready to get up.

"i’m just kidding.. alright let’s go i wasn’t slavin’ over that hot ass stove for nothin." your daughter jumped off shota’s lap running towards the kitchen. aizawa gets up grabbing you by your hand, pulling you towards him minding your belly, your arms wrap around his shoulders stroking the hairs on the back of his neck as he slaps your ass then grabs it. "she gets it from you ya’ know. you need to stop cursing."

you hum pulling him down kissing him tenderly before pulling away, dragging your hands from his shoulders to pat his chest as you look deeply into his eyes. "i ain’t gotta do a fuck thing.. pretty ass nigga." you peck his lips before waddling away.

you turn your head, sticking your tongue and middle finger out at him before crossing the doorway, your husband shook his head know something like that was coming his way as soon as he said those words. 'these girls are finna be the death of me i hope this next girl isn’t so troublesome.'

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[amavaria]

I ship dimple and reigen unironically