#dadmode

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[nomsfaultau]

Can you ramble to me about anything with Philza pretty please

welp I'm working on Mandatory Family Reunion at this second, so. The absolute way MFR Philza just messes up his children each in such fun unique ways. Like the damage to Techno is OBVIOUS. Gaslighting minimizing destroying his entire sense of self etc etc. Philza is so deeply delusional, and the way he infects Techno is fascinating. But basically all of MFR is about that.

However, the way he hurts Wilbur and Tommy is so neat too, and I think it implies so much about Philza. Wilbur clearly has no sense of consequences for his actions ever. Which is crazy for a dude who has been doing various criminal activities. Super sheltered but thinks he isn't. And the way he's been left feeling incomplete, dedicating his entire life to getting back his 'other half'. And of course Philza gives him this whole talk about 'he is not replacing you' and 'our capacity for love grows' etc etc, promising Wil directly that he is equally loved. But like. He just clearly isn't. Philza is constantly, constantly paying 100% attention to Techno, which does ultimately lead to his down fall; Wilbur building the raid beneath his nose, being too depressed to properly rig the court case. Philza is utterly consumed with the mythos of his prodigal son, and forgot his 'eldest constant son' in the process. Like Wilbur word for word says he's just an attention whore, and Philza has so, so clearly shaped that. Grown up in the shadow of an impossibly perfect martyr that Philza built up in his head.

Plus Wilbur says he hasn't felt guilt since he was twelve, so he straight up just let a preteen into his criminal empire????? What is WRONG with him?

And Tommy. Ohhh Tommy. This is something I'll be really getting into chapter 11ish, but like Philza's severe paranoia was pretty detrimentous to him. Spending weeks in a bunker cut off from all his friends with no idea what's happening to his absent family? Hello? The strict scheduling and security makes me think Philza doesn't really let Tommy just spontaneously hang out with friends. See: actual months before he let Techno see even one friend (okay extreme case but still). And of course it's so very justified to Philza because welp he lost one kid before so no level of security is too much.

The fact Tommy thinks he was adopted to try and replace Techno. And. I mean maybe? Genuinely that might've been philza's angle?? At the VERY least Philza did not notice and cure that anxiety that his kid has. Obviously it didn't last long, but at the start Tommy really resents Techno in a way that's so unhealthy. Tommy is just screaming abandonment issues, really, especially during the Nether kidnapping. Philza promises to do better, of course. And then just doesn't, again. He completely shuts out everything but Techno the days leading to the final raid, and then lets himself go to jail. MFR Philza has all these pretty words, but he really, really does not back them up.

But also, he's lived every single second of the past 18 years in the minute he found Alexander's empty cradle, and I think it took Techno's last testimony for him to wake up. Philza spends most of MFR doubling down on the promises he's made about his happy ending for years. It's how he kept himself together and destroyed himself all at the same time.

Which, in comparison with The Lambs wolves wear Philza, it's really funny how both of them treat the mask of fatherhood. MFR Philza chasing perfect fatherhood so desperately to stave off the trauma of losing a child. And Lambs Philza forced into playing a perfect father no matter how much he hates it, again to stave off the trauma of losing a child. Anyway just funny they're both bad and fake at being a Dad in polar opposite ways.

Hold on I think Worth far more than your weight in gold Philza is also dadmoding to avoid dead child trauma. And Fault Philza gets Anderson killed and immediately stress adopts Wilbur as a coping mechanism. Honestly same with Tubbo. And Lord what fools these mortals be! Philza is kidnapping humans so he doesn't have to think about the horror of being a stagnate immortal.

Actually this is a really really funny trend I just found in my Philza's. Dad as coping mechanism and is kinda bad/traumatizing at it.

[its-sixxers]

Ava and Nines for @astral--ghost! Thanks for letting me work on 'em!

[silverdragonoid]

[mooglestiltzkin]

with every chapter of the academy’s undercover professor that features ludger & sedena interacting, it really feels like it’s going to culminate in

ludger: here. sign this please.

sedena, signs it: what is it?

ludger: adoption papers. you need a proper guardian who is genuinely invested in your health and well-being, and i am just the person perfect for the job. let’s get you some therapy.

[what-the-stark]

❛  hey uh… if i get hit by a bus, where’s the closest hospital?  ❜

Jessica Jones Sentence Starter Prompts || Accepting

Staring at his phone in disbelief, because Peter did not actually just ask him that, Tony immediately muted his feed and connected to the compound.

"Did you get that, FRI? Can you track our resident Spiderling and check his vitals for me real quick before I have an unfortunate cardiac event?"

Switching back to the call, Tony unmuted his end. "If the next words out of your mouth aren't 'I'm doing a project for school on hospital triangulation in the metro area' I'm about to be dropping in on your current location, kid. Count of ten."

[amischiefofmuses]

The next time Phosphorus leaves his room, he might see a young girl stood in the middle of the hall, clutching a stuffed animal in her arms. If he gets any closer, he might also catch her sniffling. She seems confused and a little afraid, perhaps having left her room to look for an adult she recognized and coming up short. It is pretty late, after all - too dark for her to roam until she hopefully finds somebody. The longer she's stuck in the hall, the more upset she seems to become.

Nights in the mansion are quiet, understandably given the kids that are staying there, but it leaves Phosphorus feeling tense. Belle Reve didn't offer much in the way of peace, like most prisons the noise was constant - if not yelling, then sobbing, even just the snoring of someone a cell over. Silence is a rarity and usually a precursor to something bad. So he decides to take a walk, stepping out of his room and closing the door carefully, hyper-aware of his own volume and the click of the door fully closing. He hears the child before he sees her, the soft sniffles drawing him around the corner with a little more haste, only to find a young girl looking lost and TERRIFIED. Yet he hesitates, unsure if he'll scare her if he just approaches, a brief wobble in his step before he decides to chance it. No one else is around to deal with it, he'll have to play responsible adult. -- ❝Hey there-❞ His voice is soft and measured, a calm tone to hopefully ease any startling from the sight of him. For now he doesn't approach, hands remain casually tucked in his pockets and posture relaxed. ❝You okay..? Need something..?❞

[fathoms-above]

Absolutely hilarious to me that when i got around to watching The New Furbait show it took .3 seconds to get me to adopt the puppy ppl are drooling over

[waywardsunlight]

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[sashiavi]

Oh I think Vampire Shane is such a fun idea. Just imagining him satisfying his diet by preying on the drunken folk he sees stumbling out of the bar, too drunk to even comprehend the feeling of his fangs in their neck. It's how he gets his fill, the taste of alcohol mixing pleasantly with the metallic liquid coursing in their veins.

He doesn't even start to consider any other way of feasting until you get to town and start pestering him. You insist on going out of your way to see him and gift him some of the only mortal food that he can stand. What were you thinking, coming to him after being hurt on the farm? You couldn't have gone to Harvey for a bandage?

As Shane grabbed a bandage for you, his eyes locked on the trickle of blood running down your arm. Before he even thinks about it, he's brought your limb up to his mouth, thick tongue lapping up every drop of the liquid. A soft moan leaves his lips. Locking eyes with you, a single thought crosses his mind: You'll give him more, won't you?

Vampire!Shane has quite the appetite.. I love to envision his normal self to be a bigger guy, so I'm sure his hunger for blood would be something he'd fall victim of to fairly easily.

Goshhh.. Injuring yourself on a spike of barbed wire, a totally avoidable accident and yet here you were, not wanting to bother the local doctor, instead choosing to come to the broody guy that lurked the ranch nearby.

Unwilling to harass the clinic and yet quite fine to show up like this- late into dusk with a richly thick scent coming off of you.

You weren't unaware of his antics- Hell, he probably nearly had a nip of you while walking out of the saloon, too slow to get a taste.

He tries to behave, he really does. Stuttering a gruff welcome before you're sat at the dining table. He rifles through a first aid kit, ready to rip open an antiseptic wipe, in DadMode™️, a strong hand holding your arm still before he stops short, sensing the a soft droplet of blood plat on to the tile floor.

Lips twitch, fangs ache, saliva pools under his tongue- He can't help the lap of a lick he makes up your forearm, following the trail of blood to the source, a cut near your wrist. It taints his tongue red, teeth turning into a soft orange with the stain.

His lips wrap around the cut, fangs pressing into your skin with an unintended threat, the soft prick of pressure forcing your heart rate to spike. You're sure he feels it, maybe he tastes it too- With the flutter of his tired eyes and the low moan bubbling from his throat.

For some reason you can't stop him- The sting of your cut disappearing, the slow, soothing licks of his tongue brushing the surface somehow melting at your heart strings. His eyes crack open, looking at you through his brows, greyish and green, flicking with want.

Thoughts are thinking.. Ohhh golly...

In a normal circumstance normal Shane would be unbothered by something like your period for example, throw down a towel and he's read for pound town.

Vampire Shane?? A Fiend.

[escapedaudios]

Does Ivan have a design?

Ivan: 5'11", Age 33. Deep brown, almost black hair. Light brown eyes. Dad mustache + stubble. Big smile, there are light wrinkles around the edge of his eyes in a smile pattern. Extremely dadmode. Somewhat muscled with a lil extra chub, just enough body fat to smooth his physique out. Strong but comfy.

Here's some face sketches by Palilious!

[theghostavocadoe]

Domestic remnants prompts you say?

Baby remnants being tucked in while Sephiroth goes full dadmode PLEASE

Sephiroth learned rather quickly that trying to separate the triplets was a spell for disaster. They needed to be at each other's sides. They were their own support system. When one fell, the other two would pick them up.

Of course the same went for when they were sleeping. Rather than three different beds, they shared one bed. Sephiroth trailed behind as the three ran up and clamored onto it, cuddling up with each other in their usual position. Loz, being the largest, slept in the middle. Yazoo would curl up under his arm on one side, and Kadaj would cling to them on the other side.

Sephiroth stood beside the bed and smiled down at them, watching them shuffle around until they were all comfortable. Simultaneously they looked up at him with giant eyes pleading for their nightly routine.

He leaned down and kissed each of their foreheads. They all smelled freshly of lavender thanks to their recent bath. "Do you three want a story tonight?"

"No, papa," Kadaj answered while the other two shook their heads in like.

Sephiroth watched as Yazoo leaned up to Loz's ear and whispered inaudibly, cupping his hand around his lips so that the other couldn't see. Loz then nodded and looked at his father.

"Papa?" Loz asked. "Yazoo has a question."

Yazoo rarely ever spoke to Sephiroth out loud. He never took it personally, of course. At first he was merely concerned for Yazoo's development, but after consulting several doctors and psychiatrists, they deduced that it was merely a rare case of selective mutism.

As such, Yazoo only ever spoke in full to his brothers. This led to him asking his brothers to speak for him when he couldn't bring himself to speak directly with others.

"Go on," Sephiroth said.

"Is uncle Gen and Geal still coming over tomorrow?" Loz asked, glancing at Yazoo to watch his facial expressions.

Sephiroth looked at Yazoo and brushed his bangs away from his face. "They are, don't worry. I'll be sure to tell them that you're excited to see them."

Yazoo gave a tiny smile and nodded before turning and hiding his face in Loz's shirt.

"Now be sure to get plenty of rest so you have the energy to play with them tomorrow, okay?" Sephiroth ruffled the silky silver hair on their little heads each, causing them to squirm and giggle.

"Okay, papa. Nighty night!" Loz said with a grin.

"Goodnight!" Kadaj chimed in.

"Night..." Yazoo murmured, already drifting off.

"Goodnight, my babies. See you tomorrow."

With one last forehead kiss for the three of them, Sephiroth pulled the blankets over their bodies and stepped away. He stopped in the doorway to glance back one more time, watching the rise and fall of their chests as they breathed. He then turned off the lights and let them sleep.

[oftimeslostlongago]

"You ok lass?" he'd noticed her flinch, unsure what had happened. Something in the past maybe, still concerning. Or perhaps she just reminded him a little of his daughter, and he'd hate to see her react like that. "You used to ride dragons?" that seemed even more mad than people riding inside the so called planes. He'd only really known one dragon, the thought of riding the beast... you'd only do that if you were inside it's belly. "Not that I don't believe you, but the ones where I'm from... you didn't ride them, you killed them or they killed you" he'd had no choice in the matter, Smaug had destroyed his home, and he had to protect his children.

ruminating upon one’s own thoughts had been an indecent habit of hers. her mother’s aggressions causing her to flinch every time she was caught in her reveries. here, helaena was blessing the seven that alicent was not around. she was finally able to be her own person, not a queen thrust into duty. overnighted and ignored, bo longer. she assumed the man had not intended to make her flinch, it was ingrained in her wits. “ pardon? “ helaena looks up to the skies, seeing the ‘ plane ‘ in question, the metal couldn’t hold a candle to her dragon, dreamfyre. “ i hear people actually ride in them. though i much prefer dragonback, it is still a way to roam the lands. not nearly as fun, though. “

@oftimeslostlongago

[moodymisty]

How about Din getting jealous? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

That Grogu like the reader more than him XD

I feel like he’d feel so betrayed and secretly pout under the helmet.

Author's note: You're gonna pay for baiting me like that, you know..... I kid I kid, I love dadmode!Din so much. Edit: forgot to add a few notes that I meant to earlier because I am... stoopid

Relationships: Din Djarin/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None unless you consider excessive fluff a thing to warn for. And snuggling. Just being a little family after Din gets over being overprotective and a little jelly (not completely but enough lol)

Din will never allow his eyes to wander off the kid when you're near him, at first. They usually never do, but with someone else close by, he's on constant high alert.

He'll snatch Grogu up if he starts walking your way, or make sure that any attempt to say more than a few words at the little one is met with a firm glare you can feel through the tinted visor of his helmet. Any reassurances of your peaceful intentions are met with incertitude at best; Though you still give them none the less.

His excuse for being this way is protection; He can’t just let anyone near the kid. And while you're understanding, at least somewhat, Grogu definitely isn't on the same wavelength as the two of you. and Din hates it. You two are attached at the hip within moments.

It seems like as early as the first day you saw him, any time you're within reaching distance of the kid he's trying to make his way closer; Tugging at your clothes or reaching out in your direction. If Din is holding him or he's snug in his pram, he's always trying to catch a peek at you, making curious little noises. You reciprocate every one, always smiling back or laughing. Din at first doesn't quite realize why his chest feels tight when you do.

The Mandalorian manages to halt most of these efforts, but a few manage to slip through his non-stop surveillance.

'Hello', You whisper to him at one point while you're walking beside the hovering pram, smiling down at the child. Din for the first time silently lets it slide, continuing forward but his eyes still watching you out the side of his helmet's visor.

You're not even looking his way at the moment, and Din eventually just sluffs off; Filled with noticeable displeasure. You roll your eyes at him, and try and ignore the way his sentences are more snipped for the rest of the day.

But now you take the passenger seat in the Razor Crest- or later in Din's journey his N-1 Starfighter with the droid port modified to be a co-pilot's seat- which had previously only been Grogu's. You end up having the little one sit on your lap most of the time, particularly if you're landing or taking off. Grogu seems more than fine with the arrangement, and Din decides not to make a big deal of it.

After you're off planet you like to talk to Grogu while in hyperspace, talking about the stars or how 'he looks like such a pout over there', gossiping to only to the kid and smiling at the way you watch the Mandalorian's helmet crook towards you both. He's displeased, but he once again finds himself looking forward again and letting it slide. Din knows he isn't too much of a conversationalist, so surely Grogu enjoys your chatter. At least he seems to; And Din finds himself not minding it much either. Even if he'd still rather you talk to him.

It just takes time, chipping away at him piece by piece. but over time, Din finds himself also seeing a bit of whatever the kid sees in you.

The ship's gangplank is locked, all the supplies are secure, his and your blasters are clean; Din runs through his mental checklist, eyes drifting over every single centimeter of the Razor Crest.

The spaceport he's docked at tonight is safe enough, he feels like he can rest just for awhile without anyone trying to tear metal off the sides of the ship to sell for scrap.

He had sent you off to do so quite a bit ago, seeing the way your eyelids were drooping and you struggled to keep up with his sentences. When he'd told you to go lay down, you'd done it without much resistance. After one more once over Din finally walks back to his cot he indeed sees you tucked in it, the blanket tugged up over your shoulders as you're curled up underneath. One glance to the foot of the bed and he sees the floating pram closed, safely within reach. He looks back to you, eyes lingering for a moment and watching the way your body slowly raises and lowers with your breaths; Before he begins taking off his armor.

He's so tired; His body aches from the pain of carrying so much for days without sleep. Each piece is like peeling off a bit of him; So uncomfortable yet relieving. He gently sets them down, making as little noise as possible until he's left in only his flight suit.

The ship is almost pitch black other than a few small lights that barely illuminate around themselves, and he knows you'll keep your eyes closed. it's a well instilled habit in you now.

Once he's finished undressing he approaches the cot fully, and notices your lips curling upwards. So he'd either woken you up, or you've been listening to him this entire time. Your voice stops him, once you feel the weight of his knee on the cot.

"Sorry, Din. Your spot is taken."

You blindly pull back the blanket just enough to reveal the little child curled up in your arms instead of the pram, safely asleep. You usually curl up against Din's chest, so instead he loops around to your back, moving into the spot behind you and fully forfeiting his normal spot to the child. His arm lays limp over your waist, and you raise your head enough that his other arm can slip underneath your neck, becoming your pillow. the blanket rests at your waist level, now that you have his body heat to help warm you in the cold confines of the ship.

And for the first time in awhile, Din feels like he can actually let down his defenses a bit.

You're both here; The kid and you, right in his arms where he can feel you and see you. He doesn't have to keep a watchful eye on every stranger within reach and a hand on his blaster. His clan his safe; His family is safe.

He can just, breathe. For a moment.

“I’m glad the kid likes you.”

You can feel his facial scruff scratch against the top of your head as he speaks. Your eyes are still closed, so close to drifting off that you almost don't even respond to what he just said.

“What, did you think he wouldn’t?” Din noticeably stiffens for just a moment, before relaxing again.

"No," You can feel his arm laid gently over your waist, hand laying limp right next to Grogu.

"I'm just glad he chose you."

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[monstersandmaw]

I mentioned that Rhuarc the grumpy, one-eyed orc is a Dadmode Sleeper Agent, well, he just came online. He came across Lucia begging in chilly Whiterun and instantly offered her a room in Breezehome when he learned that her own aunt kicked her out when she took over the family farm.

Rhuarc's heart then broke all over again when she told him he could help himself to the stuff she'd found and collected into a chest in her room. Like, no, sweetie, it's your room and your stuff, and here, have a doll and a taffy treat and another dress.

I did look in the chest out of curiosity, and saw it was full of stuff like a bee, a few flowers, two books, a steel dagger (!), and some other small alchemy stuff. I headcanon now that she wants to be an alchemist when she grows up and will help Arcadia and learn from her while Rhuarc is off being a merc to support his little family (he's not the Dragonborn in this found-family AU). Rhuarc's housecarl, Lydia, basically stays at home in Whiterun the whole time, and she'll walk Lucia to Arcadia's Cauldron on the mornings that she's expected there, and will teach her some basic sword-work and self-defence in her spare time. She becomes like an aunt or an older sister.

Sofie will be the other kid Rhuarc will adopt, because she sleeps on the street in fucking Windhelm of all the frigid places in Skyrim, though he'd have a huge pack of formerly-homeless kids and provide them with a secure home and a protective orc as their father if he could (i.e. if the game let him). Alesan would have been the other choice, but he can sleep in the inn in Dawnstar, and Blaise has a roof over his head too working at the stables in Solitude, even if he's miserable. These two girls had nothing and no one, but now they've got Orc Dad.