#for Mother's Day Gift

[sunnythedawg]

Happy late mother’s day to the guy that brothered so hard he mothered

[nadal-designer]

[disgracefulthings]

I like the idea of Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua celebrating popular holidays and having the people around them celebrate with them

For Christmas, Shen Qingqiu loves giving gifts to his disciples and martial siblings (maybe a few of them believed they were getting courting gifts until it is revealed that he gave gifts to everyone). Shang Qinghua probably tries to get Mobei-Jun to dress like santa

Luo Binghe loves Valentine's Day the most, for he can get his husband to spend the entire day with him and only him (and maybe they read a Valentine's Day edition of Regret of Chunshan)

On Father's day Tianlang-Jun expects a gift from his son, but Luo Binghe gives a gift to Shang Qinghua instead to spite him

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Father's Day

Was going to post this for the steddie microfic June prompt, but decided it's probably not Steddie-centric. Still sticking to the reqs though, just for fun!

prompt: "stuff" || wc: 483 || rated: G || cw: none

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Everyone knows Steve’s house is free reign for hangouts, yet the Party’s collectively designated Sundays as alone time for the new couple. So it’s a bit of a surprise that someone’s knocking. 

The fact someone’s knocking at all is weird.

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie shouts from the living room, “can you grab that? I think someone’s here.”

Steve opens the door to find Dustin and Max looking slightly shy, if he had to put his finger on it. Odd, especially for them. They’re holding gift bags filled with colorful tissue paper, Max’s blue and Dustin’s red.

Before Steve can invite them in, they surge past him towards the living room. So not too far off from normal, he thinks.

He trails after them and finds Eddie right where he left him– sitting on the floor, surrounded by DnD books and a notebook perched in his lap.

“Babe, what are the sheepies doing here? It’s Sunday,” Eddie asks. He’s smiling up at them, despite the interruption.

Of course they’re happy to see the kids– always are, always will be– but only these two could get away with showing up on Eddie and Steve day.

“We brought you something,” Max says, thrusting the gift into Steve’s arms. Dustin drops his onto Eddie’s lap, scattering his loose notes.

Curious, Steve looks to catch Eddie’s expression to find him already tearing into the gift. Steve sets his on the coffee table and digs out the colorful paper.

Inside he finds a plain, white coffee mug, except it’s been hand-painted with colorful paint pens. On it he finds a basketball, baseball, and a crudely drawn version of his beloved beemer. But on the front, the word “Dingus” is written in Max’s bubble font underneath a bloody version of his nail bat. 

His eyes sting with warmth, and he looks up at Max, whose cheeks are flushed red. Steve finds Eddie holding a similar mug covered in what he assumes are DnD monsters, along with some dice, and his precious Warlock on the front with “Metalhead” underneath.

“What is this,” Steve asks, choking on the lump lodged in his throat.

“It’s all stuff you like,” Max replies, pointing at the mug, choosing the easy answer instead of the real one.

”No– why?” Steve feels like he can’t breathe, his eyes almost full, and his heart racing.

“It’s Father’s Day,” Dustin says, sniffling and wringing his hat in his hands “and me and Max, you know, we don’t–”

“You guys taught us how to play basketball, so we could practice with Lucas,” Max interrupts. “And how to play guitar. And all of the Upside-Down stuff. You’re always here.”

Steve wraps Max up in his arms, dragging her to the ground next to Dustin similarly draped over Eddie. It’s not the six little nuggets Steve asked for.

But these kids– their kids– are so much more than he ever could’ve hoped for.

~~~

To everyone out there who doesn't have a father, your father is absolute shit, or you mom was both parents -- I hope you have as good a Sunday as possible.

[scourge-sympathiser]

SCOURGE SUNDAY 035/???

hiss

[somnoir]

first time giving a prompt

deaged!Danny (may include Dani, Dan and/or Jazz too if you like) given to Themyscira to be raised by Kronos (Clockwork). They were given a vague reason (they either might end the world or save it. kinda like the PJO Great Prophecy "to preserve or raze")

cause a boy/s is/are involved. They get sent to be raised by Diana instead

i just really want mom!Diana to happen

god I love mom!Diana so much! I need this woman to just pop up to the watchtower with her own baby and tell the others to fuck off cause, BATMAN HAS HIS BABIES I HAVE MINE!

Percy Jackson themes? Let's go!

Children of Diana - part 1

Kronos was always a mysterious and frightening figure in their stories. The father that devoured their children upon a prophecy of a throne to be taken by his child. Five had fallen into his stomach, Hestia of the hearth fell first, whilst Hades was the last to be eaten. Only by Rhea's cunning did their youngest, Zeus, survive his father's hunger and grow to be king.

But Kronos never truly stayed dead.

He was time embodied, moving with every universe, even as he melted away from their world and into another.

Hippolyta told her stories of Kronos, along with how she wished for a child and how her love for one allowed her to make Diana out of clay and give her blessing of goddesses to be a mother to a blessed daughter. Diana heard stories from her mother of everlasting Kronos who's name shifted with worlds, with his domain of time. How the titan has moved past from his children and embedded himself into the stars.

Diana heard of his stories but never in her lifetime did she expect to be met with that same Titan.

Her first instinct was to bow, to greet this almighty titan with the proper etiquette. But Kronos only smiled at her, snapping his fingers.

One moment Diana was Louvre, then next she was beside her mother in Themyscira.

"Diana!" Hippolyta blinked, bewildered to see her daughter before the atmosphere turned tense, cold.

Once again, the Amazons were graces—perhaps even cursed—with the Master of Time's presence.

"Kronos." Hippolyta sucked in a deep breath, her stance going rigid as she prepared to greet and attack their guest. "My lord..."

"Progeny of mine," Kronos wore a purple rone that shadowed his face, with a body that floated from the ground. In his hand was a peculiar staff with a glowing blue clock. "I have no trust in my children but... You Amazons are more sensible and responsible than my brats."

"Except for Hestia. I would trust her but she is too close to them for my liking." He drawled, startling Diana.

Hestia was the eldest of the traitors, the first to be eaten. She was still referred to as a traitor and yet there is evident fondness in Kronos' voice.

"Nevermind that." Kronos waved it off, "Pandora has claimed that you are trustworthy—" THE FIRST WOMAN PANDORA?! "So I shall trust you with this prophecy. Especially, Diana... Wonder Woman. You will prove essential to the fulfillment of this prophecy."

Diana's body stiffened, unable to help but grab her mother's hand. Blessed as she was, Hippolyta squeezed her daughter's hand, comforting and reassuring before they nodded and waited for the prophecy...

Kronos was smiling.

"From the death of youth, a monarch shall rise,

To fall, and rise again with time's reprise.

Brother and sister by the throne will stand,

Balance to bring, or doom to command.

Should the path be dark, the stars will weep,

For the universe's fate, the king shall keep."

Diana's breath hitched. The prophecy was... It was scary. She couldn't fathom it. From the lines alone, there was a possibility of the universe's doom... But it involves a king of sorts.

What did that entail?

Kronos was laughing now. "Be wary, Diana of Themyscira... The High King of the infinite realms and his siblings will arrive soon..."

"The infinite realms?!" Hippolyta almost looked faint.

"Yes. The king, his royal siblings the prince and princess have entered a new cycle. Their oldest royal sister is currently regent and unable to raise them in the realms."

Diana cleared her throat, "My apologies, but why is the regent unable to raise her siblings?"

"Regent Queen Jasmine Phantom died long ago. She is a full ghost whilst her siblings are epitomes of balance, both living and dead. As they are still very much alive, being in the realms for too long during their years of development is unhealthy for their constitutions." He explained, glancing at his staff.

"It is time."

Again, Diana was startled and almost lunged forward for more answers before her mother squeezed her hand again. Her breath caught, glancing back at her mother who sent her a warning glare.

"I wish you the best of luck, Diana." Kronos smiled, almost softly, "You will do well to raise my children. I am in your debt."

All at once, Diana was suddenly the mother of three and someone the Master of Time owed a debt too.

Diana had not expected to find three children in her home. Yes, she expected to find three individuals, but she had at least expected infants. Not three children who's ages varied.

"Hello..." The middle of the three said, blue eyes, black hair, scrawny and small.

"Hello." She softly said, looking around her apartment before crouching in front of the children with the softest smile she could ever give. "I am Diana. Could you give me your names, little ones?"

"Dante." The eldest of the three, with blue eyes that flashed red, grunted.

"Daniel but I go by Danny." The middle smiled, then gestures to the toddler that clung to Dante. "This one is Danielle but she likes to be called Ellie."

The girl waved at her, rosy cheeks with blue eyes pile her brothers.

"Clockwork said we had to come to you because our sister couldn't keep us in the realms. We're sorry for the trouble." Danny grimaces, genuinely apologetic and clasping his hands together.

"I told that bastard that we didn't need to be deaged or anything. But no! He kept saying that we needed a vacation or whatever." Dante scoffed, rolling his eyes before adjusting little Elle in his arms.

Diana saw the discomfort on the eldest's expression as he tried to adjust his little sister in his arms. She offered her service to him, gesturing for Dante to give the toddler to her, bur she received a growl and a glare from crimson eyes.

One of the boys was the king of the infinite realms turned into a child. The prophecy had clearly stated that the king would be joined by his sister and brother, so the possibility of little Ellie being the king was void. So it was between the boys then.

"Don't be mean, Dan! Miss Diana is already trying her best right now. I'll tell Clockwork and Aunt Pandora that you're being mean to their favorite." Danny snapped, swatting his brother's shoulders.

"It is alright, your majesties."

"Oh!" Danny flushed red, "No need for that. You don't have to!" He insisted, "I'm not king at the moment since Jasmine demanded we were given a break... I just didn't think that a break meant going through a new human cycle."

Diana's eyes softened, so Daniel was king. "I see... I do not mind being your caretaker, little ones. I have friends who have children, and I have found myself rather envious of them. Truthfully, I never expected to beae children myself but... My mother lost the ability to have one herself, and yet she made me from clay."

Dante nodded, "We've heard of your story. It's quite beautiful how your mother loved you so much, even when you were nothing but a dream... But she managed to make you reality with that love. It's quite inspiring."

Danny soon explained, "Our mortal mother died many years ago. She and our father were ghosts, citizens of the infinite realms before my siblings and I encouraged them to follow through with reincarnation. We would have had our eldest sister do the same, but she is more stubborn than our parents." The fond smile on his lips was one tinged by melancholy and longing.

Diana realized that these children were ripped away from what they called home, forced by their own sister for their sakes. Immortal monarchs were thought to be all powerful, undying and never needing rest.

Diana herself saw it as such, with how Zeus refused to relinquish his throne, of how his siblings and children attempted to usurp him the same way he did with Kronos.

But the royals of the infinite realms seemed to be of a different breed. The dead who were once mortal, living, before time caught up to them and their existences were given to the realms. That humanity seemed to be what made the Ghostly royals to be so... Extraordinary. Because it was clear to Diana that the regent Jasmine loved her kingly brother and royal siblings with all her heart. Especially when she was willing to sit upon the throne, carry the burden of monarch, for a life time. All because she wanted them to be given a chance at happiness.

Diana has heard stories of the realms, of how the previous king, a tyran named Pariah Dark, was defeated. Phantom became king through conquest and it was rumoured he had still been a child, still alive and only half dead, when he was given the crown.

"Well then..." She cleared her throat, smiling softly. "I hope that you will be able to live comfortably with me, little ones. I will not force you to see me as a mother, but I will do everything I can to be a proper caretaker. I will love and cherish you the same way my mother and sister did."

That statement alone seemed to have affected the three, enough that Dante relaxed.

The second time Diana tried to take Ellie from his arms, Dante sis not resist. He carefully tucked his sister into her arms, showing her how she liked to be held.

Ellie giggled, reach up to her and nuzzling her cheek against Diana's chest.

"Adorable." She whispered, kissing the little girl's forehead before turning back to her brothers. "May I know how old you currently are?"

"Physically or chronologically?"

Diana chuckled, "Physically."

"I'm ten. Danny's eight and Ellie's two." Dante explained, pointing to them each whenever he spoke. "But chronologically, we're around... Actually, I don't know. Time in the realms and time here is different. It's also different from our earth. So..."

"Ah, no need to explain if it's too confusing. I understand that time flows differently for everyone. Let us just say that you've existed for a few centuries, yes? Keep it vague for everyone else." Diana grinned, already thinking of how Batman would be utterly perplexed by that.

"Well then, let us get you settled in, yes? Unfortunately, I only have one guest room." Diana frowned, cooing at little Elle that tried to wiggle our of her grasp, "I was planning on moving soon since this part of Paris is a little too loud for me."

A little white lie. She'd have to ask Bruce for help of finding a new space in a short time.

The three looked suspicious, skeptical, and already feeling guilty. Diana was quick to act, ushering them to their rooms, asking them if they've eaten and what they'd like for dinner if not.

Aside from a new place, she needed to acquire herself some parenting books. Yes. Lots and lots of parenting books, especially if her children were eldritch beings.

Maybe Bruce had more experience in that field.

No, Diana, do not think like that. You're a mother now.

Especially when she was the mother of three while Bruce was only parenting one child. Though said child was now a rather rebellious fifteen year old.

Masterpost

[terrorofthetrident]

they’re so important to me

[chainlxnk]

my friend said legacy in a normal everyday conversation am I cooked

[makoto-kaiser-blog]

🌙WONDER✨

HERE'S WUT I MADE MY MOM FOR MOTHER'S DAY. ITS A CUTE PAINTING OF MOON AS A SQUISHY. SHE REALLY LIKES IT^^

IT WAS SO HARD TO PAINT THE THIN LINES, ESPECIALLY THE WRITING. I ALREADY HAVE VERY SHAKY HANDS BUT I DID ALL THE LINE ART WITH A CHEAP PAINT BRUSH AND PAINT TwT

[grand-old-time-prints]

Vintage Floral Borders - Victorian Pansies

3 pack on sale now

[doodl3b3ans]

Better be there. I need my queen(s).

[mel-loly]

-Merry Christmas!💗✨

the tags (↓) are more important!!!

[orangerosebush]

Artemis will disassemble and clean a fountain pen with the same level of intensity as Butler disassembling and cleaning one of his guns.

[elsfairy]

✧ ˚. SOFT RIDGES ⎯ ABBY ANDERSON

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who is so messy when she eats you out. your slick and her spit running down her chin, calloused hands gripping tightly onto your hips, not giving you any chance to move away. mouth practically glued to you, shamelessly making out with your cunt. moaning and whimpering when you tug on her braid. “Baby, slow down. I’m not going anywhere.”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby whose brain short circuits and shuts down at the mention of her being your good girl. always wants to be your good girl. whether it be when she’s taking your strap, or when you’re eating her out. if you say it when she’s so blissed out, panting under you, then she’s an even bigger mess. sobbing into the pillow, & babbling in agreement. “I know, baby. you’re doing so good, my good girl”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who has a habit of sitting in your lap, face shoved in your neck and her voice quiet. barely a whisper, pleading and begging for you to touch her, kiss her. when she begs, she becomes red & flustered, whinier than usual but she sounds so pretty & needy. especially with how dirty words fall from her lips, and they sound so innocent. if she’s too shy, she’ll just sit on your lap, watching you. “gotta tell me what you want, or i can’t give it to you pretty girl. use your words”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who loves nothing more than waking up to your fingers buried in her cunt, lips leaving sweet kisses over her shoulder, and just hearing those pretty little sounds that escape from between her own lips. hearing the way she pants quietly, whining into your neck, whimpering against your mouth. if there was something else she loved a lot more though, it would be having your fingers in her mouth at the same time, fucking her throat. the sound of her moans, and whines filling the room. “you’re so greedy aren’t you, pretty? having my fingers in your cunt isn’t enough is it? need them in your bratty mouth too? dirty girl.”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who gets so needy when you don’t give her any attention, that she takes matters into her own hands, forcing you to sit there, and watch her. forces you to watch her fuck herself on her fingers, forces you to watch the way they move in her sopping cunt. she's so wet, can always hear just how wet she becomes when you're watching. and you can't do anything, just have to sit there, listening to every whine, whimper, moan, and plea that fall from her lips. have to watch the way her thighs tremble, the way the sheer sheet of sweat covers her body. “If only you could see how beautiful you look right now, fucking yourself all because i didn’t give you attention. needed me that bad huh?”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who loves the way you take care of her. always making sure she’s eating regularly, and drinking enough water. adores watching you prepare your shared dinner. of course, though, those innocent thoughts are out the window and the neediness is around the corner the longer she watches you, silently. tugging on the sleeve of your shirt, hugging you from behind, whining quietly into your shoulder. she craved your attention more than anyone else. she needed yours the most. she needed you. she needed your attention so much that she didn’t mind when she ended up bent over the table, and your fingers knuckle deep in her cunt, moving at such a fast but gentle pace. gasping and whimpering into her arms that were folded in front of her on the dark oak wood “you’re doing so well, you look so pretty like this. so messy but so beautiful Abs”

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub!abby who loves you. loves how you help her wash her hair when she’s too tired to do it herself. loves when you cook her food after a long day and she can’t be bothered to stand there and cook. adores when you braid her hair for her, gently and with so much love & attention. she loves when you let her curl up in your lap, slowly & soothingly rubbing her back when she’s tired. loves when you hold her hand during the night. whispering quietly into her ear when she’s half awake. melts when you play with her hair, twirling strands around your fingers. just loves when you take care of her, and keep her safe. “I love you, pretty girl.”

[jogabsha]

Maiasaura!

[ugh-my-back]

Gorgeous art by @pointdotiozao ♡♡

(Thank you again for murdering me 🫠)