#daddy issues real

[justaduckarts]

Broken Circle

Star Holder Lore? Star Holder Lore. :)

Spoilers (ish)

The ballroom was alive with the sounds of laughter. Twinkling lights bounced off of the shiny marble floor. Flowing gowns and fine silks spun and swayed. Like a brilliant field of flowers. 

Among all of the livelihood, Eclipse. He was surrounded by lesser gods, all merrily wishing him a happy birthday. 

“Look how much you’ve grown,” an old golden bear remarked, “strong, just like your mother. You’re going to be a great leader.” 

“Oh, that’s too kind,” Eclipse laughed, “but I won’t be leading all alone. I’ll always have my brother with me.” Eclipse gestured to his brother, standing some distance away. 

Sun stood at his father’s side, hands tucked behind him. It was strange; it felt like it was only yesterday Eclipse was half his size, and following at Sun’s heels. Sun was, of course, very proud of how Eclipse had flourished. But...

The slow tap of his father’s foot told him that things were not as pleasant as he thought. Sun glanced up into the frowning face of his father. 

“Come along, Sun,” Solaris said quietly. Sun nodded. He followed the radiant god out of the room. 

Eclipse watched the two go. His smile fell. Yet again, their father was taking Sun off for a private conversation. It had been like that for a long time, but the older he got the more it bothered Eclipse. Just what were they speaking about? Why wasn’t Eclipse’s father close with him as well? Why didn’t his father ever seem to be proud of how hard Eclipse had worked? 

“Darling,” came that ever soothing voice. Eclipse turned. Indeed, crossing the floor in flowing black silks was his mother. A picture of strength and beauty. At her side, Luna, the moon goddess. The two had always been quite close. 

“Mother,” Eclipse brightened, “and your grace.” He nodded to Luna. As the goddess of darkness came strolling up, the lesser gods around Eclipse quickly dispersed to give them a chance to talk. 

“Oh, just Luna,” she laughed, “I used to help you tie your boots, dear. There’s no need for the formal title.” 

“Happy birthday, my son,” his mother said, wrapping all four arms around him. “Oh, you’ve gotten so tall! I remember when I used to carry you everywhere.” Eclipse laughed. 

“Mother, please,” he returned her hug, embarrassed by the two goddess’ reminiscing. Eclipse’s mother couldn’t help but notice that he only appeared to have two arms. She decided not to ask why he’d chosen to hide his extra arms- she suspected she knew. 

“We’ll stop teasing you,” Luna laughed again, “I ought to find Pluto and Moon. They’ve got a terrible habit of hiding away the whole night. Happy birthday, Eclipse. We’re very proud of you.” Luna gingerly patted Eclipse’s shoulder before passing him by. 

“Darling,” Eclipse’s mother said gently, “you’re troubled. I could see it from across the room. Do you want to talk about it?” 

“I’m fine,” Eclipse shook his head. 

“Do not tell your mother lies,” she said warningly. Eclipse shifted. 

“...Is father displeased with me?” Eclipse fidgeted with the brooch on his tunic. One his mother had gifted to him. She softened, taking up his hands. 

“My son,” she sighed, “your father... is in a difficult position.” She shook her head. “No. No, I shouldn’t make excuses for him. The way he treats you infuriates me. You are every bit as good as Sun. And I couldn’t be prouder of you.” 

“I know, mother,” Eclipse nodded, “I... just wish he saw it that way.” Eclipse’s mother squeezed his hands. 

“He will. We will make him see, my darling.” She did her best to keep the wind at bay. Oh, that horrible sun god. How could he be so cruel to their son?

Heavy wooden doors opened. Solaris strolled into a dark room. With a wave of his hand, the lanterns around the room sparked to life. The open display of fire magic made Sun shift, looking at his boots. Yet another thing he’d failed at. 

“This room is forbidden,” Solaris said quietly, “to everyone but you and myself. Not even the palace staff come to clean... So it’s a bit dusty.” 

Curious, Sun took the time to really look around the room now. I looked to be some sort of meeting room. Though, the last time it had been used, there must have been some sort of struggle. 

At the center of the room stood a round stone table, and around it toppled chairs. There was a fireplace at the far end of the room with a large, dusty mirror mounted above it. Tapestries depicting the crests of the different gods were hung on the walls, though several were burned so badly you couldn’t tell whose they once were. Books had been thrown about and shelves toppled. Papers scattered all about. 

“What happened here?” Sun stepped further into the room, milky eyes wide. 

“So much time has passed,” Solaris said, “no one knows the exact details anymore. It happened well before my time, that much I know. My father showed me this room. And his father showed him. It’s an important milestone for the sun god; learning that there are terrible secrets you must keep.” Solaris strolled over to the stone table. Sun followed. 

Up close, Sun could see that the table had a star carved into the top. And also that the table had been broken- so badly that one point of the star was entirely gone. Which was quite the feat, give how sturdy the stone table looked. 

“There’s a part of the Myth of Origin that is not told anymore,” Solaris ran a finger over the smooth edge of the table. He frowned at the dust on his finger tip. 

“You are taught that the first gods made things worse for this world before they were brought back to the heavens and blessed by their familiars. But you are never taught how they made things worse.” Solaris slowly strolled around the whole table. He came to a stop, facing Sun across the table. 

Sun stood just before the broken part of the table, looking between it and his father nervously. 

“You see,” Solaris gestured to the hanging tapestries, “some of the gods thought they should be the one to lead the people... and only them. It was an arrogant belief, and it sparked tensions. There was a horrible war and many mortals were caught in the cross fire. That is why the Star Mother called them back to the heavens. They’d caused terrible suffering.” 

“Oh,” Sun put a hand to his mouth, horrified. 

“It was long ago,” Solaris shrugged, “and I believe we have talked about looking so troubled.” Sun immediately straightened, hands folding behind his back. Yes, they had talked about looking troubled. 

Solaris had been very firm that Sun should always look composed and confident. It would show that he was a strong leader. And it would make his enemies believe he was not weak. Not that Sun had any enemies to worry about. 

“Where was I?” Solaris rubbed his chin. “Right. The war. So, the Star Mother brought her children back to the heavens, and she created the familiars to aid them. I believe you’ll finally be choosing your familiar this year. But that aside.”

“The Star Mother also wanted her children to learn to work together,” Solaris placed a hand on the dusty stone table, “so she created this table for them to work at. She told them that so long as their bonds were strong, this table would be. She told them to sit at this table and know each other. Grow together. Become brothers.” 

“And it was so,” Solaris looked at Sun, expression darkening, “for a time.” Sun swallowed, attempting to look less nervous than he felt. His father’s lectures could be... kind of intense. 

“What... What happened?” Sun shifted nervously. 

“One of the gods- and we do not know which anymore- betrayed the others. They decided they did not want to share power. They wanted to be the lone god.” Solaris gestured to the broken part of the table. “And the other gods were forced to stop them.” 

“Oh...” Sun looked at the shattered part of the table. 

“I tell you all of this because I am concerned about your brother,” Solaris continued, “he’s already stolen the gift of fire from you. And he’s become quite popular in recent days. You are my heir, undoubtedly. But I can’t help but fear Eclipse has grown to covet even more of what you are entitled to...” Solaris turned and began to pace. “These first gods were brothers. And yet, one still betrayed the others, motivated by their greed.”

“He wouldn’t,” Sun shook his head, “...Right?” 

“Wouldn’t he?” Solaris turned to Sun. “He’s stronger than you. If he wanted something, he’d only need to take it.” 

“But we’re supposed to rule-

“Together? Perhaps, but the others will begin to look for guidance. Moon is wise and Pluto is loyal, but they will look for your leadership. Unless Eclipse manages to overshadow you. And then they will turn to him. And you will be left alone in the dark.” 

“No,” Sun shook his head. “Eclipse and I are brothers- 

“That means little in the grand scheme of things,” Solaris shrugged, “love is temporary. I know better than most.” Solaris’ expression hardened. Embers sparked at his finger tips. 

“I thought you and mother were happy,” Sun said quietly, shocked. 

“We were once,” Solaris shook his head, “but now it is not so. I do not trust her. I do not trust her son.” 

“But he’s never done anything wrong,” Sun insisted, “he’s a kind person- 

“Ah, how kind of him to steal the gift of fire from you,” Solaris marched around the table and towards his anxious son. “How kind of him to steal your place among your friends. To steal the admiration of lesser gods from you.” 

Solaris grasped Sun’s shoulders, expression stern. “He will slowly claw his way into every aspect of your life, Sun. And he will leave you behind to rot.” Sun shook under his father’s blazing gaze. 

“...Go back to the party,” Solaris released Sun, “and stop trembling. It makes you look pathetic.” Sun rushed around his father and out of the horrible old room. 

As he jogged down the palace halls, he wiped frantically at his teary eyes. That couldn’t be true, could it? Could Eclipse be planning to betray him? 

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

Overindulgent father Astarion who tells his children they’re allergic to any kind of jewellery that isn’t made of the highest grade Dwarven crafted gold. 

It’s not even because Astarion might have a certain aversion to silver, no, he just raises his children to have standards, thank you very much. 

And it doesn’t end with shiny things, oh no… 

The Ancunín brood is known to be dressed in perfectly woven cotton, silk and soft leather clothes, no matter the occasion.

They’re seen playing with expensive toys, reading artfully illustrated books that certainly belong behind thick glass, not in children’s sticky hands. 

There’s even talk that one of the children is not as naturally inclined to music as his parents claim him to be, surely his lyre must be enchanted—the instrument certainly looks extravagant enough! 

And then there’s always this air of effortless haughtiness surrounding the Ancunín children whenever their nannies and servants are parading them through town as if they were perfect little dolls; objects to show off the wealth their parents acquired in quite the mysterious ways. 

So, it’s no secret that Astarion and Tav are pampering their children—some might say they’re even spoiling them rotten. 

And maybe they are, especially Astarion.

But he doesn’t see why he should raise them any other way, nor does he want to.  

When it comes to his children, Astarion has his own standards, and as long as Tav agrees with him nothing really matters. 

Because, these people, they don’t know anything about the Ancuníns. 

They don’t know that it’s not unusual for Astarion to wash out dirt and mud and strawberry stains from comically small finery, leaving behind only the memories of a day spent playing in the garden, chasing after ducks, picking flowers, lazing in the sun…

That any holes and tears the children’s clothes might suffer are quickly mended, making them look as good as new in no time. 

Nor do they know that Astarion doesn’t mind fashioning a brand new dress to match that of a favourite doll, either. Or to embroider a pretty vest with the likeness of that stray cat the children seem to adore, although their father would rather they don’t touch the mangy animal. 

No, those people know nothing at all...

“Not tired!” Astarion’s youngest cries; the vehement denial of her father’s earlier accusation is cut short by a telltale yawn.

The room still smells of fragrant lavender oil and peaches even when the bath water has already grown tepid, just one or two degrees above what Astarion would consider too cold to be enjoyable. 

Amused, he raises an eyebrow at the protesting toddler before he lifts her out of the copper bathtub with little effort. 

By now, he knows every step of this game.

“Tut-tut, my dear child, what did mama and I say?” Astarion kneels, quickly wrapping a soft towel around the child to keep her warm. “We only tell lies outside of this house.”

Unfazed by her father’s gentle scolding, the girl crosses her arms that haven’t yet lost their puppy fat across her chest, reminding Astarion a little too much of a very displeased Tav. 

Suppressing a sigh, he leans back to consider the pouting child, wondering what could possibly be upsetting her this time—the list is growing longer by the day, after all. 

“What’s the matter, dear?” Astarion asks gently, hoping it’s something easily fixable as it’s growing rather late. 

“Want apple!”

Decades ago, Astarion might’ve rolled his eyes—he knows exactly which stupid apple the child wants, it’s been haunting him all day—but once he started to treat his children’s problems as if they were his own, his life has grown somewhat easier. 

“Why, let’s get an apple on our way to bed, then. Would that be alright, Your Highness?” 

The girl promptly nods her head, allowing Astarion to pat her hair dry before dressing her in a clean night dress. 

She rests her cheek against her father’s shoulder as he carries her first to the kitchen to grab a fragrant apple and a knife, then to her bedroom where they settle on the cosy window seat, just like they do every night.

Soft moonlight is pouring through the windows; the child giggles at the way the knife’s blade is catching the silver light as Astarion peels and cuts the apple into even pieces.

“Here you go,” he finally says, giving the slice of apple one last examining look before surrendering it to the impatient little hands reaching for it. “A sweet treat for my little sweet. Doesn’t it taste so much better when we don’t eat it off the floor, darling?” And when it’s not crawling with ants…

The appeased toddler nibbles at the juicy fruit as Astarion carefully combs through her still-damp curls. 

Her hair’s getting long, he notices, knowing that taking care of it will become more time-consuming each day. 

Once, Astarion would’ve thought this task tedious, brushing out hair that’s not his own, oiling and braiding it for no other reason than knowing his children enjoy him doing it. 

But that’s why he loves doing it in the first place, he supposes.

Astarion can tell by his toddler’s heartbeat that sleep is about to claim her. 

The half-eaten slice of apple is still clutched in her little fist as he cradles the child to his chest, slowly rising from the window seat to put her to bed. 

He’s just about to lay the child down that the fruit drops to the floor, his daughter’s tiny hand clutching at his shirt instead.

“Thank you, papa,” she mumbles, more asleep than awake.

Astarion pauses.

He breathes in the clean, yet unique scent of the little girl that is forever engraved in his brain, the same way he knows under which exact constellation she was born. When she took her first steps, what her first word was. Soon, he will have to memorise her favourite colour, and what she likes to eat when dirty apples won’t be that appealing anymore. 

By now, Astarion knows this game by heart, knows that with every year that passes, he has something new to learn about his children.

And sometimes he wonders what it’s like to grow up with clean bed sheets and full bellies. Sleep filled with naught but warmth and happy memories. Ever open doors and tears that are dried by tender kisses. Living in a house where mistakes and anger are welcomed, safe. 

He wonders what it’s like for his children to know that their father’s love comes without conditions. Not now and not ever. 

Sitting down on the bed, Astarion holds his youngest a little closer to his chest, unwilling to let go of her, yet. 

He’s often accused of spoiling his children when most people can only just grasp the very surface of his love for them, the bare minimum of what he feels for his one and only, precious family. 

These baseless accusations are as unimportant to Astarion as the people voicing them.

He’s raising his children to have standards, wants them to take their father’s love for granted, to accept nothing less but pure devotion.

It’s the only way Astarion knows how to love them, the only way that comes most naturally to him. 

Astarion looks down at his little girl, now fast asleep, a gentle smile tugging at her lips. 

After all these years—all these children—he’s still in awe watching them sleep in his arms as if no harm in the world could ever befall them.

And it won’t—not if Astarion can help it. 

“No, thank you, my heart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against the crown of the toddler’s head. 

When it comes to his children, Astarion holds himself to the highest standard.

[tea-potato-gt]

One of my favorite parts of the manga Godaigo Daigo:

Read Chapter 1 here / Chapter 39 here / Table of contents here

THIS is the parental G/t I have been CRAVING for a long time.

A protective giant father not approving of any of his daughter’s fiancé’s.

He was turned into a giant after his daughter was born, and was separated from her for many years. This is their family reunion:

This family is EVERYTHING to me!

He is reluctant to let her get married because he didn’t see her grow up and wants to make up for lost time.

But when her new fiancée shows true guts and love for his daughter, he can’t help but approve.

But more importantly, he wants to make his baby girl happy 😭😌

This is a continuation of this post from @coffehbeans

Now I am BEGGING the universe for either an anime or a printed manga! (Preferably BOTH!)

I NEED people to read this manga RIGHT NOW

[oddreblogsstuff]

hi i’m fizz!! when i was little (age 0-3) my bio-dad used to leave for months and months at a time to go to festivals and party, and he would come back for at most 2 months. He was an addict and neglectful. Every time he left i would get super depressed until my mom couldn’t take it anymore and left him.

He’s stopped recently but for quite a few years he would try to contact me through my mom, once he basically messaged me “happy birthday !! what do you think of me as a person?” a month after my birthday. this was after he hid out in his moms house when we were trying to get him to release his parental rights, so i could be adopted by my (step) dad, who actually cares for me. it got to the point where we nearly had to hire a PI to sit outside of his house to serve him the papers :)

eventually he signed them and hasn’t contacted me since

anyways i brought the swedish fish !!

tags open

Candy bowl for Christmas but with ✨ TRAUMA✨:

Hi I'm Ysabelle/Bella and when I was 4 I was taking a bath with my brother and we're playing peekaboo when he surprised me and I hit my head to our toilet bowl,I had to go to surgery because I slashed the side of my left eye,The Doctors had to stitch it back together and I had thread on the side of my face😀😀,And I Brought Mars bars!!

Your guy's TURN!

@sapphic-soool @shipspainfulships

@ultravioletbrit (anyone can do this so feel free to say your trauma!!)

[hamoodmood]

[goblin-king-jay]

"No. I will not abandon this task. I love you, I love our home, but I can do this. I can do this. Do you believe that I can do this, with the help of my friends? That I can help them?"

(silence)

"Do you believe in me, Father? Do you believe in me? That's all I've ever wanted. Do you. believe. in me. Father. Is it so hard? Why do you pause? Why do you pause? The people that spoke out with me today did not pause. And I honor you, but I also question you. It was always him growing up -- and he is gone, and I am sorry. And it was not my fault, it was his choice. But I have a chance to matter. To help others. And all I need is to hear it just once. I know you love me, you have always loved me. But you have never trusted me one time without hesitation. Your only chance: do you think I can do this?"

[green--tea-owo]

i need him biblically.

i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism.

[lucien-leigh]

[everyonesfavmarley]

[rahabq]

[americanprometheuss]

god forbid women have hobbies and god forbid that those hobbies are listening to the tbosas soundtrack on loop and god forbid that another one of those hobbies is screaming into a pillow every time you think about what snowbaird could have been if coryo wasn’t obsessed with restoring the snow family image and god forbid that another one of those hobbies is hysterically rocking back and forth while olivia rodrigo sings can’t catch me now for the seventh time in an hour-

[aliyme]

What if they knew each other, way before tsuna’s flame got sealed?

Maybe because Tsuna is Giotto’s exact copy, they would have a deeper connection than the other Vongola bosses and their descendants

Maybe just maybe, their combine hyper will flame made it posible for Giotto to meet his great great grandson

But who knows, I’m just messing around I guess haha

Close up of them

[langernameohnebedeutung]

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[dixonschoppers]

I literally dk if I want him as a dad or just him🫡🙏

[mariatesstruther]

okay but sarah celebrating tommy every year for mother’s day

[angelflms]

i feel like every cobra kai person has a thing from the show they obsess over. my ass' obession is with how in two years time, a grown blondie literally fucked over his bio and step son mentally, emotionally, and physically over some high school karate-related rivalry that occured over three decades ago. and somehow neither son really gave him the proper cussing out he deserves (i love johnny btw).

and then he has the audacity to wonder why said sons don't get along. one of them literally nearly DIED because of the other hon. their daddy issues are at a nuclear level because of your sexual tension with your high school rival don't play. like at least the girls' drama is all because of them. like if johnny was a good dad... none of this woulda happened.