#daddy gravesbeaks

[nega-aria]

Decided that the world required this. Yup, totally necessary. Give me more Boyd robo insecurities!

And yes, Boyd has a heart. Functional and everything. It was one of the first things he deemed essential in his quest to be a “real boy” but he often gets a bit too caught up in his perceived notion of normal and forgets what’s truly important. Don’t worry, papa Gravesy is always here to remind him ❤

Scene came from Disney's animated Tarzan for those of you who don’t recognize it.

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ENDLESS SQUEE

Gotta work on stuff and be productive.

Also me hears about gravesbeak family stuff

Quick must draw bird dads to finish later!

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duckshow ocs! sue and her dad, jack. 

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Had to turn this into a #Gravesbeaks meme 🤣 Mark Beaks wanted a better look at himself! After all the camera loves him! The things Falcon Graves puts up with.. and secretly finds endearing💕 Boyd uses his built in jet feet to join daddy Mark on screen✈👍

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Can I request daddy GravesBeaks 🎄decorating a Christmas tree ❤

Somehow they keep running out of candy canes 🤔 Can’t imagine how.

Ended up combining these two because the idea of Mark making them all wear matching outfits to decorate was just too cute to pass up lol. Mark may have a tough time getting Falcon to dress like a fool, but big up-tight papa is pretty powerless when you throw some puppy dog eyes from Boyd into the equation.

This was a joy to do for you! I hope you like it ❤

[nega-aria]

Yup this totally checks out.

This is totally what would happen, right?

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Likes for daddy 💖

Mark isn’t quite used to being a dad just yet, but he’s starting to understand what people see in this whole fatherhood thing.

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Wow, this took a lot of time to come together, but I couldn’t let this anniversary pass without contributing something special. My little celebration for the anniversary of Gravesbeaks! And I guess their birthdays if you stick to traditional cartoon dogma. Dedicated to my fabulous partner in crime @worldsbesteagle because without her this ship wouldn’t be what it is today and this is just a little something to commemorate how far we have come with these two and how far they have come as characters.

Lots of love to all of you who have taken and continue to take this journey with us. This OTP brings me so much joy, and sharing it with other fans old and new seriously rocks. You guys are awesome ❤

Oh, and none of these backgrounds belong to me because fuck backgrounds. These all came from the show. Don’t sue me, I’m broke.

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I mean, yeah, that’s a perfectly reasonable reaction. Falcon is a smidge overprotective. Nevermind that his kid could probably stop a car with his bare hands.

Ok, I’m really proud of this thing. I really pushed myself to improve my comic skills, and ya know what? I think I did pretty damn good. In theory I’d love to finish this, but let’s be real, I’ll probably be too busy. A dude can dream though.

Falcon and Boyd supporting each other while they learn to be a dad and real boy respectively is the cutest shit ever, and I am living for it. That’s right, I cave. Daddy Gravesbeaks is a thing now and I can assure you will see more of it in the future.

Buckle up kids, these daddies have a lot to learn.

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Get hyped!!

THIRD ANNUAL GRAVESBEAKS WEEK

@nega-aria and I are thinking of hosting GravesBeaks Week 3.0. If there's enough interest we are planning to have it sometime during the first two weeks of May. Please like or reblog if this appeals to you. If we get a good response more details and prompts to follow. Get excited!!!

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Welp, it’s a day late, but I couldn’t let Halloween pass without some Gravesbeaks family nonsense. It is Boyd’s first Halloween after all, gotta celebrate! 🎃 Falcon isn’t particularly thrilled to be dressed up like a 10 year old anime kid, but he’d do just about anything to make his boys happy. I swear next year I’ll let him wear a dapper costume for a change.

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Not very good with prompt so maybe some ⛄ and ☕️ for the gravesbeaks family?

Let the Christmas countdown commence!

Falcon bringing some cocoa to his hardworking boys ❤️

Yes, I know they should probably have boots on, but I like drawing bird feet better so they’ll just have to suffer while I work on my shoe skills.

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📁

Boyd is obsessed with bow ties and actually feels uncomfortable when he’s not wearing one for an extended period of time. As he gets older he accumulates and entire walk-in closet full of them which he meticulously organizes (and reorganizes constantly). He asks Mark’s opinion when pairing them with outfits but Falcon’s when choosing a new one. Mark can’t be trusted when shopping.

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👀 unfinished request?

I certainly have one of those.

I honestly had every intention of finishing this, but besides the fact that Christmas is over I have also lost all motivation to do anything with it, so might as well set it free into the wild as is.

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Any Gravesbeaks family Christmas holiday headcannon? Even thou that Christmas is next month.

Finally getting around to this now that it’s actually the proper month lol, but yes I sure do! Some of these are more general winter things than Christmas specific but figured this was a good addition to my Christmas countdown 🎄

-Boyd has a reeeeally hard time waiting to open his presents. It’s not so much that he’s anxious for more stuff (let’s be honest he’s already spoiled rotten), but he’s just so freaking curious what’s in those pretty boxes! He has the bad habit of using his X-ray vision to sneak peaks at things.

-His dads now wrap all his presents in lead foil.

-Boyd and Mark are up HOURS before it’s actually time to open presents. They are strictly forbidden from waking Falcon before 6 am. They had to fight tooth and nail just to get him up that early, and they better have some good, strong tea waiting for him.

-Mark goes absolutely insane with Christmas lights. He spends hours programming app controlled light shows and is not above bothering random strangers about their super lame Christmas decorations.

-The main tree in the Beaks home used to reside in Waddle HQ, but Mark was jealous so he took it home. It’s tall enough that Boyd has to use his rocket feet just to decorate it. Which he’s not allowed to do because “no rockets in the house”. Falcon still can’t convince Mark to move the damn thing outside.

-On the other hand he did manage to talk his hubby into a more normal sized tree that doesn’t require professional help to decorate.

-Falcon never really got to celebrate Christmas as a kid (nothing all that fun anyway) so he gets more excited about sharing it with Boyd than he would like to admit. Mark thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

-Introducing Boyd to the idea of mistletoe turned out to be a bit awkward as he took to carrying it around and trying to kiss literally anyone. Poor Falcon had a rather uncomfortable time trying to explain kissing random people to “make them happy” was highly inappropriate.

-Mark loves ice skating and drags his husband along any chance he gets, but getting Boyd to try took even more coaxing. Boyd develops aquaphobia after the birthday party incident, and as it turns out frozen water isn’t much less scary than the wet kind. He actually shares Mark’s knack for skating, but it took a lot of time before he was willing to let go of Falcon’s hand long enough to really try. He still makes his dads inspect every inch of ice before he’ll set foot on it.

-Falcon sucks at skating and is much happier on the sidelines recording his boys for Mark’s social media. He did not appreciate having to explain to Boyd that falling on his ass was not part of the skating lesson.

-Wrapping presents can be a pretty stressful event for Boyd. He gets extremely obsessive about making every little thing perfect, and Mark spends a lot of time trying to get him to just let go and just enjoy it. Gift wrapping eventually becomes one of Boyd’s favorite ways to express his creative side, but it takes a lot of frustration and tears to get to that point.

-Mark uses several rolls of tape and about a pound of glitter just to wrap a single Christmas gift. He gets bored after exactly one and hires people to wrap the rest.

-At some point Boyd gets it in his head that it is completely necessary to get Falcon nothing but stereotypical English gentleman gifts for Christmas. Falcon doesn’t exactly have much use for a violin or smoking pipe (that actually blows bubbles because Boyd says smoking is bad for papa) but he loves them anyway just because his baby picked them out.

-Boyd spends about a week trying to understand “The 12 Days of Christmas” before his dads forbid him from ever playing the song again. The code remains uncracked.

-Mark has entirely too much fun planning out their family Christmas card every year. It usually involves embarrassing outfits and was probably taken in July. Boyd loves it; Falcon tolerates it.

-Boyd’s very first Christmas gift was a stuffed falcon who he named Mr. Scree. It quickly becomes his comfort item, and he absolutely cannot be separated from it when Falcon is away from home for more than a day.

-There is always at least one family snowball fight every year that is really more of a snowball war. Mark was extra excited to have Boyd around to help him finally win against Falcon for a change. Falcon ended up with some serious bruises the first year before Boyd learned to control his freakish strength.

-Boyd is obsessed with watching snow fall. He loves catching individual snowflakes to study and recreate in paper form.

-Fireplace snuggles are the best way to end a chilly day of fun, and it’s a family favorite every year 💖

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👀

I’ve been waiting for a good excuse to bust this one out lol. Just the start of a story about Mark adopting an egg before I ever knew Boyd would exist. It was originally gonna end with them still being childfree but honestly I’d kinda like to repurpose it now as an AU where Boyd was created as a little robo baby because it’s honestly way too adorable to watch these two struggle to raise an egg.

Anywho, enjoy!

Falcon was nestled cozily in the plush couch cushions, warm

tea steaming beside him and his favorite romance novel gripped in one hand. He

let out a contented sigh, shifting the makeshift nest in his lap so that the

small bundle he was warming was pressed firmly against his slightly lifted

feathers. This whole ordeal had been trying to say the least, but this part he

could definitely get used to. Just him, junior, a warm cup of tea, and—

BANG!

The large door behind him slammed open just as he was about

to sip his perfectly tepid beverage, startling him enough that he doused not

only his chest but the unhatched chick in his lap with earl grey. Falcon growled

in his throat, wiping the egg off gently as he glared over his shoulder at his

boyfriend who had just entered, or rather danced, into the room, terrible music

blaring in his ears and tail shaking with the motion of his hips. The talented

wiggling which normally would have been a welcomed show for Falcon now only

served to annoy. His eyes narrowed further and further until they were barely

open as he waited for Mark to actually notice his displeasure.

It took a moment, but he finally spun around, finger guns

cocked and tongue hanging stupidly from his mouth as he finally opened his

eyes. Mark froze for a moment as he took in the sight of his obviously angry

partner. “Oh, s’up fam?” he asked as he pulled off his headphones. “What,

ah...” He stared up and down Falcon’s exposed midsection with a smirk. “What

cha doing, bae?”

“Brooding,” Falcon

answered disgruntledly. Really that should have been obvious. 

“Heh, aren’t you always?”

Falcon’s brow twitched. “Not that kind of brooding.”

“Oh,” Mark looked Falcon up and down, trying to piece

together exactly what he was doing, “weird…

Looks super boring.”

“I was actually rather enjoying myself before you so rudely

interrupted.”

“Pfft, of course you were. You love lame stuff.”

Falcon glared but otherwise didn’t answer.

“So, hey, looks like you got junior under control, so I’m

gonna go tweet some deets, cool?”

“That is IT!”

Mark’s eyes widened comically as Falcon stood to tower in

front of him.

“You are going to take responsibility for this child whether

you like it or not! I am not a bloody eggsitter!”

Mark winced as if Falcon was about to hit him. Of course he

didn’t but Mark was even more surprised by suddenly having the egg thrust into

his hands. “Da hell am I supposed to do with this?!” he asked irately. 

“Keep it warm, dumbass.” Falcon sighed heavily at the

genuinely confused look on Mark’s face. Was he seriously going to have to teach

Mark the simplest of child care facts? He pinched the bridge of his beak,

clenching his eyes shut and trying to massage away his migraine. “Fluff your

feathers,” he said simply.

Mark did just that, instantly puffing up to impossibly

fluffy proportions and cocking his head at Falcon as he waited for more

instruction. Falcon hadn’t anticipated having to actually give more instruction, but he was finding it hard to be annoyed

when Mark was so adorably fluffed and waiting for Falcon to tell him what to do

next. Falcon flushed at the sight, clearing his throat before finally

continuing. “You have to open your shirt and hold it close so it can actually benefit from your body heat.”

Mark side eyed him suspiciously almost as if he didn’t

believe this was how one actually went about caring for an egg. The dead

serious stare he got in response made him regard the object in his hands

curiously. He shifted the vulnerable package clumsily to one arm, freeing a

hand to undo the top two buttons on his shirt. He gave Falcon one last

quizzical look before re-fluffing his feathers and holding the small life awkwardly

against his chest.  It was so strange.

Not because of the action itself, but from the all too real impact of holding

an unborn child so near. Mark’s eyes widened from a whole new form of shock.

His heart raced when a soft movement from the fetus inside fluttered against

his skin.

“Is… Is it moving?”

Mark said, a sparkle in his eyes the likes of which Falcon had never seen.

The childlike wonderment softened Falcon’s body language,

tugging at his heartstrings and making him chuckle sweetly at the reaction.

“Well, it’s only a few weeks at most until it hatches, so yes, Mark, our baby

is moving.”

Instantly Mark gasped long and drawn out as his stupid, open

mouthed smile grew to impossible proportions. “You called it our baby!”

Falcon paled. “No I didn’t,” he quickly denied.

“YEAH you did, papa Gravesy,” Mark teased. “You totally

wanna have my love child.”

“That is preposterous!”

“Admit it, you loooove our egg.”

Falcon flushed slightly at that, but chose to reroute Mark’s

attention rather than bothering to argue with his immature charge. “Stop

holding it like such a prat,” Falcon grumbled, grabbing Mark’s oddly placed

arms and folding them so that he was cradling the egg in a more normal manner.

“If you scramble that child I am not responsible for the consequences.”

There was no answer. Falcon continued to fuss with Mark’s

feathers for a moment as he tucked the blanket previously wrapped around the

egg into Mark’s arms and positioned his lifted plumage for maximum brooding

coverage. Slowly Mark’s stare began to wear on him, finally convincing him to

face his lover’s gaze.

Those eyes were sparkling at him yet again. Impossibly wide

and filled with absolute rapture. Falcon gasped softly at the loving look,

hands stilling but not leaving the warm shell beneath his fingertips. He could

swear he felt the egg flutter with second hand bliss.

“You’re so fucking amazing,” Mark said breathily.