#grant shepard

[malibuposts]

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[backpackingspace]

I am once again thinking about how odysseus who witnessed the horrors that the captured women went through (one of his main duties in the iliad was taking the women back home and making sure they were as comfortable as possible and safe because he was the only one trusted not to violate them further due to his devotion to penelope. And in the odyssey part of the reason circe sent him to the underworld was so that he'd have to listen to all these women's stories (before he could talk to the prophet) ). Who was one of the few that saw women as people and respected their space and opinions. And was then put in those exact same situations. I don't have the motivation right now to do a full literary analysis of this (I'll site the sources too) but oh man one day I'm going to write a full essay on this.

[lastoneout]

I know it's a nuanced topic and any breed of dog can be dangerous but every time I see people scare mongering about german shepards I think about the first time I took mine to a dog park and how she was having a blast UNTIL she saw that there was a like, barely 1 y/o mastiff in there, and despite how badly that poor guy wanted to be her friend she had absolutely no idea how to process the very new information that there exist dogs who are bigger than her, and spent the entire time we were there standing on a picnic table looking desperately confused and occasionally whining at me to help her.

[thatzenithnerd]

Zoom + Adventure Time

[topaz-carbuncle]

Harbinger shot her into her 2nd hairstyle

[hellt00th]

im still mad about Liara LMFAO

[hitchell-mope]

Very good film. It deserves a better score than the one that rotten tomatoes gave it.

[ustalav]

9 for Grant, 16 for Giddyun 😊

9. What was their first kiss like?

So I have only sort of thought about this... but I imagine it was with a girl in Lothering, just some young fumbling. Perhaps he even courted her for a little until Grant ended things before they could get too complicated re: apostasy.

16. How do they like their baths/showers? Hot/cold, long/short?

I imagine in the Circle he did not always get to be leisurely about it and this is a man who loves fine things and luxury.

He is absolutely taking long, hot baths. He will reheat the water with his hands if he must (Andraste forgive him this trespass of her gift for personal pleasure). There are scented oils, there are bubbles, there is a silk dressing robe.

[gwynbleiddyn]

being forced to play MELE without a romance is my villain origin story actually

[sylkana]

thinking about making a new shepard who romances jacob and then has that fling with james in me3, but obviously it'd turn into something more in my head, hmmm...

[tuttle-did-it]

For some unknown reason, one of my secret delights is the way makeup was designed for film in the early days-- especially for television.

Because of the way colours showed up on camera, the colours used were not always the ones you might expect-- red, for example, often showed up more like black.

So, for example, green blusher and lipstick (or black) was often used on the actors (men and women). Shadows did not show up the same way, so there was some heavy contouring used.

Sometimes the pancake used for the full face had a green or blue tinge to it, so working on sets was very surreal!

1946 Jane Grant and Mary Wirt - film makeup

1939 - Makeup for Television - Elaine Shepard (with a very dated and distasteful subtitle explaining her makeup at the links below).

MaxFactor was instrumental in creating makeup that didn't terrify the talent and still looked great on screen.

[air-mechanical]

Turtles as healing and transformation, a line from the script that got cut. Healing and transformation has slowly crawled, against the odds, into the Church. There's a new Pope. But it's at risk of being brutally run over. But Lawrence - the Shepard, not the manager - returns it to safety. And hears a great roar of delight from the outside world. It's not shown, but the white smoke has been released. Lawrence looks up, delighted and relieved. But healing and transformation is already escaping, shown next to Lawrence in between the open gates. Healing and transformation can't be taken for granted. If they're to thrive, they need constant vigilance.

[meadow-of-daisies-and-lavender]

Summary: The winter ice has melted, and the spring blossoms have bloomed. But as the elders continue their tyranny over your village, your gods seemingly disappeared. Or had they? Eventual Poly 141.

A/N: Please comment and reblog. Thank you to @ethereal-night-fairy and @wildflower-and-honey for feeding my brain worms. I love you three and cannot thank y'all enough <3 Thank you, @saradika, for the beautiful dividers I use in everything.

CW: (18+) Children begone! PIV smut, swearing, a Dyslexic wrote this, Religious Kinks, some violence. Let me know if I missed anything!

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There was something in the air that had come with the visiting traders. Perhaps it was the joy of seeing fresh faces or new goods for the village, but you knew it was the change of winter melting into springtime, coaxed by the longer days and warmth of the sunshine peaking hopefully from between the rain clouds. Who couldn’t help but stretch their arms and sigh as if waking from hibernation? Even the trees reached their blossoms to the sunshine, eager to play in the rays of light, drink from the rain once more, and splash in the mud.

The melting waters came with the waking warmth, opening the trade routes in time for the Spring Festival. What once was a holy holiday to celebrate the addition of Kyle Garrick to godhood, the creation of youthful spring, was now a feast to celebrate wealth, trade, and alliances between villages.

You sat beside your neighbor, adding your dish to the feast to share, before twisting in your seat to watch the village elders light the bonfires for the evening’s celebrations. After a week of trade, your village offered a feast and celebration on the night of the holy spring festival as thanks to those who had traveled far and wide to come to the village. You only remembered the Spring Festival being a sacred holiday as a young girl. Somewhere along the way, the spring celebration had fallen from the gods and landed on mortals' laps, becoming a jovial, insignificant matter.

“Why do you look so sour?” Elder Sheppard spoke with a stern face. You would have turned, but his hand clamped down on the back of your neck, squeezing until you grit your teeth.

Elder Sheppard jostled you around like a kitten who needed scuffing. He was known for a forest fire of a temper, flaring into dangerous territory when he was the one who wanted you dead in winter.

You stumbled to your feet as he pulled you from the bench, holding you closer to his body. It was one thing for the elders to plot your murder in the wintertime, to speak ill of you until you had a reputation of a rumored curse. It was another to dehumanize you into their little doll, playing with their food until they decided it was time to eat. He shook you, squeezing your neck until you whimpered, speaking words you couldn’t make out over the ringing in your ears.

The hand disappeared as Elder Sheppard was pulled away by a trader in white, leaving you stumbling onto the table bench, shivering. You rubbed away the touch of Shepard until your skin felt hot.

A mouse had more fight than you did when Sheppard rattled you around. It was how the elders had managed to get you into the woods in the first place, even when you knew it would be your death. Being around the elders left your mind limp and your body frozen in fear, unable to breathe in the fumes of their reign, poisoning you slowly to death. A slow death was still a death- and the miracles to save you were used up and dried out.

The wind picked up as the clouds gathered overhead, threatening rain the next day. You ate silently as musicians began to play, dancers gathering around flames, emboldened by the flowing alcohol. Since winter, the elders made it known you were being watched. You were supposed to be a frozen corpse in the snow or a slaughtered woman at the hands of the gods.

Instead, you had been saved by the gods and granted a miracle of one more day alive. You had slept with the god of winter, partially in thanks, partially because you wanted to. John Price left his marks on your skin as the winter ice marked the rocks, splitting them over time. Apparently, even the gods wanted nothing to do with you now that John had his fill, leaving without a word or answered prayer over winter.

“Look!” Your neighbor gasped. Turning, you covered your mouth as Elder Sheppard hobbled from the trader in white, spitting insults at him as his broken nose gushed blood. The trader, who wore a hood and a mask, glared at the man oozing blood while he remained spotless. You quickly turned to your meal as if you saw nothing and took a drink of wine.

“He will have to leave in the morning as soon as dawn comes if he wishes to leave alive,” Your neighbor spoke. “Elder Sheppard is not a forgiving man.”

“He deserved it. A right bastard, treating people like animals on leashes like that if you ask me.”

A man’s voice from behind made you jump, nearly spilling your wine. With a sigh, you turned in your seat, looking up at the trader in white. Now, closer to the firelight, you could see the golden sparkle gliding through his gaze.

“Punching a stranger from a different village with high standings is like asking for war, trader,” You spoke, rubbing the back of your neck. “Doesn’t do much of anyone good to irritate the elder more than necessary.”

“Well, if he knows what is good for him, he’ll keep his hands off of a pretty bird like you,” The man’s eyes crinkled as if he was grinning under his mask. “Care to dance?”

“No. I only came for the food.” You stood to go home for the evening, appetite lost for the night. “Besides, you already have enough of a death wish with your hot-head actions.”

“Hot-head actions?” The man scoffed. “What he did was a right improper thing. What kind of leader treats his people like that? Yet, I’m the hot head?” The man spoke as he followed you away from the fires, his thumbs looped in his belt pockets. He walked side-by-side with you, only brushing your arm on occasion.

“It is said to be bad luck to speak ill of the elders around here, trader. A man died last winter because of it,” You scoffed, thinking of the soldier who traversed into the woods before you. “I’m lucky to be alive and do not wish it jeopardized, nor should you.”

“Pity. I heard dying is in fashion nowadays,” the man joked.

“Only for those lucky enough to be immortal,” You blandly replied. The man did not respond, deciding to pluck a blossom from a tree and examine it between his fingers. You kept walking, leaving him behind.

“I don’t remember the Spring Festival being a thing about trade.”

You rolled your eyes before stopping to respond, “It’s more lucrative to twist the meaning to bring trade opportunities in. They believe the old gods are dead, and only the new god of power reigns over their hearts and minds.”

“And do you, Fawn, believe the old gods are dead?” The trader spoke, making you squint in the darkness. You hadn’t been called Fawn since...

Tears welled in your eyes, and you unexpectedly felt your stomach drop. The whisper of John’s care still hovered in the memory of your body, keeping you awake and praying for his return. You had tried returning to the woods so many times over winter. But the elders were always there, watching and waiting for your failures. Your prayers echoed in the temple's vaults, responding in a puppet of your voice, mocking you. The gods had gone silent. For whatever reason, they did not want you anymore, casting you aside to deal with your mortal issues alone.

“There,” You swallowed thickly before clearing your throat. “There is a difference between the gods being dead and the gods not caring. Why should the gods not care for what has not cared for them?”

You furiously wiped at your eyes with your sleeve. Your village did not care for your gods anymore, but did it mean nothing that you still cared for them? That you still prayed nightly to John, Kyle, Ghost, and Johnny? That you tended to your altar within your home out of your love for them? Was it all for naught?

“Have you stopped caring for us, Fawn?” The man whispered.

Whirling around, the man had removed his hood and mask to reveal the god of spring, Kyle. His brow was knit low, the bud he had picked now plucked to parts on the road by his boots, and the golden sunshine in his eyes dark to match the reflection of the moonlight. Memories of waking in the north and east gods' presence were cloudy. Of Gaz, you only recalled his bright grin and his brown eyes. The shapes had gone fuzzy in your recollections, lost to time.

“I,” You paused as a light flickered in the distance, growing larger as the shape of an elder grew, walking down the road. Kyle turned, huffing once he caught what you saw.

“You would think your village elders had nothing better to do,” He huffed, placing a gentle hand on your lower back.

“They won’t bother me at home. I’ll make you some tea,” You offered, slipping your hand over his bicep and guiding him to your little home.

“I’m surprised to see you here,” You confessed as you deposited your muddy boots on the porch of your home. “I haven’t heard from you since winter, not even John.” You opened your door and began to busy yourself with illuminating the space.

“John wanted us to wait for you to come to us. He didn’t want us to overwhelm you,” Kyle mentioned as he followed suit, removing his boots. Standing, he moved to enter before pausing, holding the inside of your doorframe.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned, shucking off your outerwear.

“Well,” Kyle chuckled, fingers tapping along the oak, feeling the smooth surface. “We were waiting for you to come to us, but we never saw you enter the woods without the elders following you. And it seems whatever prayers you prayed had been blocked by… this.”

He tapped the top of the corner frame, where a very small sigil had been quickly etched into the frame. It was sloppy, the smooth curves of letters jagged in the rush. Such magic practices were unfamiliar to you but not unfamiliar to your people. However, very few still practiced the magic.

“It is made to keep anything from the spiritual realm out. Prayers, offerings, ancestors, everything is cast out,” Kyle informed you. “Even the fuckin’ gods.” Kyle reached into his belt, pulled out a knife, and whittled away the sigil until it was a scarred, scratched patch of splinters.

“I didn’t do that,” You muttered, fingers hovering over the spot. “Such magic must be an old practice if it works.”

“And it works all right,” Kyle spoke as he crossed the threshold, a gust of fresh air following him into the home. It was as if you had opened all the windows to chase away the stagnant build-up of air, a sudden wash of rejuvenation breathing new life into your space.

Glancing at Kyle, who had entered your home and leaned on the closed door, savoring the fresh air with his eyes closed, you couldn’t help but admire the scars on his cheeks and his tilted smile. You took a step forward, fingers itching to touch his cheek, to trace the plush swell of his lip and the divots of scars to the bridge of his nose. His eyes flickered open, and you froze, heat gathering on your neck. Stepping back, you retreated into the kitchen, rubbing your cheeks.

You loved the gods as a devotee. Out of that love, you let the god of winter, John Price, kiss your skin and cradle your love in his hand as if porcelain. Setting the kettle to boil, you jumped as Kyle settled his hands on your hips, but he waited to see if you would step away before slowly pressing his chest to your back.

“If we had realized the elders were keeping you from us, we would have done something,” Kyle confessed, lips moving as he spoke against your neck. “Price thought you wanted nothing of us after having you in our bed. That didn’t make sense to me, so I came to find you; figure out what’s happening.”

“Wanted nothing to do with you?” You scoffed, turning in his arms. “That’s the most absurd thing I’ve heard.”

Kyle chuckled, squeezing your hips. You reached to cup his cheek, finally being able to brush your fingers over his scars. He melted into your touch, his shoulders hunching as if the world's weight had been shucked from him.

“That’s why I came to see for myself, Fawn,” he grinned, pulling you closer. “We can’t let you slip that easily.”

“We?” You questioned, leaning closer to his face.

“We. Who do you think allowed me to go?” Kyle’s eyes drifted down to your mouth, and he leaned closer.

“I didn’t realize it was a group decision,” You breathed.

“It’s always a group decision, love,” Kyle brushed his nose against yours before kissing you softly.

Kyle kissed you as if committing the taste of your flesh into his memory, unrushed and slow. He did not bother to move his hands when yours traced his shoulders and biceps and scratched the back of his head, urging him to devour you. He seemed fearless of the coming dawn, blind to time and her urgency.

Coaxed by his ease and gentleness, your impatience soon melted away. Becoming lax in his arms, you conceded to follow his pace.  His hand slowly slid lower on your hips, reverently smoothing over the bumps of fabric and fat to palm your ass. Your hips jilted forward, bumping into his, making you moan as he swiveled his hips teasingly against yours.

“Fucking, take me to bed already, Kyle,” You huffed playfully against his mouth.

“I don’t know where your bed is, love. Your home, not mine,” Kyle teased back. You rolled your eyes, making him chuckle as he took your hand to follow you into the bedroom. He removed his clothes as you removed yours, eyes darkening as he took in your form.

Asking you to lay on your back, he kissed down your neck, reverently cupping your tits in his hand. He did not pinch or twist; he simply squeezed and caressed the softness in his hands. You rubbed your thighs together, but he settled between them, forcing your wetness to drip down and cool your aching cunt.

“Kyle, please, hurry up!” You huffed, tugging at his short curls.

“Fawn, we have all night,” the god of the north grinned, nipping at your nipple. “Let me enjoy you.”

“What if I’m not enjoying your teasing?” You countered, mouth dropping as his hands covered the icy scars of John’s creation over your womb just as he sucked at the sensitive side of your neck.

“Tell me you aren’t enjoying my mouth on your body, Fawn,” Kyle goaded into your ear, dropping his hips to grind his length against your wetness. He grunted, letting out a moan in your ear. “But it doesn’t seem like you hate this, love.”

No, you did love it. Reaching to grip his pert ass, you tried to coax him inside your cunt, but he swatted your hands away, pushing you up the bed as he spread your legs even wider. Staring intensely at your cunt, he licked his lips, easing a leg over his shoulder.

It tickled as he brushed his lips over the inside of your ankle, made you shiver as he licked the back of your knee, had your hips bucking by the time he sucked the skin of your thighs into his mouth, biting the flesh or rolling his tongue against it.

The only reason for your existence was to give his mouth your supple flesh to consume and drink from. His hips shuttered against the sheets as he ground his cock into the mattress, his back and hip muscles rippling with the motion. You moaned, throwing your head back into the pillows and pushing your hips against his cheek.

“Absolutely soaked for me, aren’t you, Fawn?” Kyle hummed as he dragged his tongue over your pussy, drinking you up. He avoided your clit, deciding to agonizingly insert a finger into your heat, rubbing against your walls until you relaxed enough for a second finger.

“I want to suck your cock, Kyle,” You whined, gasping as his other hand rubbed circles on your clit. “Probably as pretty as the rest of you,” You babbled, thinking about being on your knees for him, reducing him into as much of a flustered mess as you were at the moment.

Quietly, you heard the shlack, shlack, shlack of him fisting his cock before he licked at your cunt. Squealing, your bucked hips were shoved back to the bed as he wrapped his arm around your body to anchor you to him. With one hand around his cock, and one now playing with your clit as he ate you out, you gushed, knowing your wetness was wrapped around his cock.

“Are you going to cum all over your hand for me? I want to see you cum- so good,” You couldn’t stop talking, rolling your hips in time to his hand around his cock. “Shit, I’m,” You groaned, grabbing the back of his head, but just as you neared your orgasm, he pulled away, panting into your thigh.

Your body dissolved into the bed with a frustrated squeal, your cunt still pulsing for attention. You sputtered out curses at Kyle before feeling him hoist your legs in his arms and pull you down the bed to his waiting mouth, building you back up.

Over and over again, he teased you. Bringing you to the brink of the edge, he’d ruin your orgasm until you were babbling and thrashing beneath him. Finally, as he sucked your clit and pushed three fingers inside your cunt, he pressed down on your lower stomach. He let you cum then, bursting and gushing with a cry over his hands, feeling a very small stream of liquid escaping you.

Ears ringing, you went limp, feeling your pussy pulse with distant contractions. Your chest rose and fell with each pant as Kyle gingerly set your legs on the bed, rubbing at your sore thighs.

“Feel good, Fawn?” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your temple and brush his nose against yours. You nodded, letting your heavy eyelids fall, sinking into blissful warmth.

Kyle had fucked you before he left that morning, entwining his arms with yours as he worked his cock in from behind, spooning you in the morning hours. After, he fed you berries and nuts from his altar, which you had chastised him for.

“What’s the point if I can’t share?” He countered. “Besides, I don’t want them to go to waste when you need energy after last night.”

You had managed to wobble out to the door to see him off, kissing him one last time before he tugged up his white mask, making his way north to his woods. The birds sang from the blooming trees, and even with the morning chill, you couldn’t help but melt against the doorframe and inhale, exhaling into the stillness of the morning dew.

But even in the stillness of the morning darkness, tinged with the dusty blues of dawn’s hatching, you could feel the eyes of another raking over your skin. Peering down the road, you glared at a neighbor staring intensely at you from their porch and returned inside your home for more rest, knowing the elders would hear of your guest by sunup.

When you were woken by the mid-morning sun, you were not surprised to discover your arms wrapped in silver scars shaped like ivy and vines, the god of Spring, marking you as his.

a/n: Please comment and reblog!

[thatzenithnerd]

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[imimprisoned]

Hermes: Messenger of the Gods, God of Boundaries, Roads, Travelers, Merchants, Thieves, Athletes, Shepards, Commerce, Speed, Cunning, Language, Oratory, and Wit.

Offerings include:

1. foreign foods

2. souvenirs/objects from trips

3. white or red wine

4. stuff you like from other cultures

5. silver objects

6. statues/depictions of Him

7. honey

8. written stories, letters or messages

9. postcards

10. crystals/gemstones like amethyst, quartz, smokey quartz, orange topaz

11. olive oil

12. incense scents like frankincense, lavender or myrrh

13. maps

14. flowers like crocus, hydrangea or chrysanthemum

15. coins or money

16. zodiac or astrology related items

17. turtle-shaped objects

18. caduceus

19. petasos (winged helmet)

20. talaria (winged sandals)

21. naturally shed feathers

22. strawberries

23. depictions/imagery of cattle, turtles, rams, hawks, hares, roster, guard dogs, snakes

24. silver/yellow/light blue/purple candles

Prayers to Hermes:

Swift Hermes, provider of fair fortune, who travels freely among the worlds.

In pennies found, in laughter and delight, in messages trifling and essential, in unexpected twists of our life's plan, with these you touch us, genial son of Zeus.

Hermes, guide of souls, light-hearted one, swift as thought; you know the depth of impulse, quick-witted god of those who live by luck.

We thank you for the path unworn, for cleverness, for gifts unearned, for change unbidden.

Excellent Hermes, we praise and honor you.

2. Keen-minded Hermes, light fingered one, light footed one, quick and cunning, bright and merry, ever watchful, ever agile, ever sharp of wit. The wings at your feet carry you to any landing-place, in any realm; wearing the cap of Aidoneus, you tarry, unseen by mortal men. Wielder of the golden sword, player on the shepherds pipe, god of herdsmen, god of thieves, god of cities and of pastures, rustic and urbane, you walk the line between contradictions. Hermes of the borderland, Hermes of the threshold, god of the uncertain, consistent and contrary, you stand in the doorway, you stand at the edge; the knife-sharp boundary between two worlds is yours.

Hermes, child of rich-tressed Maia and thundering Zeus, Ithank you for your many gifts, I praise your might.

3. Hermes of the ready wit and the lightning smile, Wing-footed one who carries the words of the gods,

Compassionate one who guides the newly-dead to the hall of Hades and fair Persephone, Quick-thinking one who takes interest in the world and works of mankind, whose hand we see in a run of luck and a clever scheme, I call to vou.

Hermes, bearer of the herald's staff, your gifts

are great.

You guard our homes with constancy and care,

You grant to us a portion of your own craft and wile,

You join with us when we revel and are merry, You stand with us when we are far from home, alone.

You are ever with us, O Hermes;

He who holds in hand the good of men, I honor you

4. Swift Hermes,

Provider of fair fortune.

He who guides travellers,

He who treasures wit and humor, I reach out to you.

Grant me peace,

Grant me protection, And I shall give you My devotion.

5. May Hermes bless you with safe travels, and protect you from theives.

[fandom-lover2]

Finding A Family

So what if we took the 'can we keep it' trope and threw All Might and his daughter into the mix?

Word count - 1727

Toshinori unlocked the door and pushed down the handle, slipping into the apartment just as a strong gust of wind brought with it icy snowflakes.

“I’m home!” he called into the apartment.

The lights were off, strange. You should have been home by now.

Granted, the sun set at 16:30 during the winter months, so it was still technically really early, but you didn’t have any after school activities today. And you would have called if you were meeting friends.

Maybe you were home, staying concealed in the cold darkness. He wouldn’t put it past you, you did have impeccable eyesight in the dark, an assumed advantage because of your quirk.

“Y/n?” he called out, removing his coat and shaking off some snow.

Still no reply.

Toeing off his shoes, Toshinori flicked on the lights and made his way into the apartment. Everything was as it was left this morning.

Venturing to the bedrooms, he did not find you there either.

He frowned, pulling out his phone and texting you. He wasn’t worried, of course not. You were a teenager, you could take care of yourself. But, just to be sure, he wanted to know where you were.

He’s a dad, he worries. Sue him.

On his way to the text app, his finger hovered over the tracker app.

No, he needed to be respectful. It was your privacy.

He’d give you 20 minutes then he’d check.

Once he was sure the text had gone through, he moved back through the apartment to the kitchen.

Might as well start on dinner, something to keep him somewhat distracted as his mind spiraled into worst case scenarios as to why you weren’t home.

He had affectively managed to get himself so stressed out that he was ready to track you down when he heard the doorknob turn. He’d relocated to the living room now, looking out the window to see if he could spot you on the street, but the snow and poorly lit streetlamps did little to provide him an answer.

Finally.

What should he do? He didn’t want to charge right at you and make it feel like an interrogation, but he also didn’t want you to think you could get away with this kind of behavior.

Maybe he should wait for dinner to have the talk, when you’re both seated and relaxed.

He heard you struggle with your shoes, before something thudded, presumably your school bag. He turned, folding his arms and preparing to face you.

You froze when you spotted him, and actually looked horrified to see him.

“You’re not at work.” you stated, taking a suspicious side step, as if blocking someone from view.

“Where were you?”

Well there went to the ‘not interrogation’ tactic.

“Why aren’t you at work?”

And it was true, he was home especially early today. That didn’t excuse why you weren’t where you should have been.

You shivered, your entire body convulsing violently. He noticed your blue lips then, and how you were hugging yourself. Your shirt was wet, which it shouldn’t have been if the coat you were supposed to be wearing was catching the snow rather than your bare skin.

“Where’s your coat?” he asked.

“Uhh…” you trailed off, turning back to the apartment entrance. “In use?”

 Well that was entirely convincing.

Something wasn’t right, he could feel it.

He was about to open his mouth when movement behind you caught his eye. It was a dog, German Shepard it seemed.

Well, that was what it was supposed to be, except it was so covered in snow and ice it looked more like a Samoyed.

“Where did you get that?”

You tensed, and looked down to realize the dog was no longer behind you, but rather at your side.

 “It’s a funny story.” you started, smiling like it pained you.

Toshinori hummed in agreement as he crossed his arms, encouraging you to continue.

“Soo, I met this woman, on the street. And she, uhh, asked if I wanted a dog. ‘Cause she was getting rid of her. And I said ‘Yeah’. So that’s, that’s the story.”

And throughout the painful experience of watching you attempt to lie on the spot, he noticed you looked everywhere in the room but him.

“Great, now say that exact same sentence looking at me.”

 Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, cheeks getting redder than they already were from the cold.

“How’d you know?” you mumbled, looking at your socks.

“I’m your father.”

Good point, honestly. You remained stubbornly silent, resisting him. He continued to look at you pointedly, knowing you’d break.

“Fine.” you huffed, moving your head so you could look your father in his eyes.

“Everyday on my walk to school I pass a house, and they have her.” you gestured to the dog, who was watching Toshinori with the best damn ‘puppy dog eyes’ he’d ever seen in his life.

“They don’t give her water, and she always looks starving, malnourished. And she’s never allowed inside the house, no matter what weather. I usually give her my lunch and get her water, but with the blizzard coming tomorrow, I couldn’t stand by and let her freeze to death.”

Toshinori sighed, he knew where this was going. You’d been asking since you could talk to get a dog, and always wanted it to be a German Shepard.

How was it supposed to live in this tiny apartment anyway?

“So, I used my quirk and jumped the fence.” You added, piercing your lips as you watched your father for a reaction.

It took a him a moment to comprehend your words, repeating them to himself a few times to make sure he’d heard it properly.

“You did what?”

“They were gonna let her die.” you defended yourself, crouching down to wrap an arm around the shivering creature.

“I’m 99% sure what you did is illegal.” Your dad shot back, sitting heavily onto the arm chair behind him and dropping his head, hands coming up to massage his temples

“Only 99%? I thought you were a hero?”

Now wasn’t the best time for sarcasm.

“Y/n, you can’t just steal a dog.”

“They were neglecting her. It’s not stealing, it’s saving.”

“What are we gonna do with her? We can’t keep her in here.”

“We won’t. Just until the blizzard is over, then we find her a good home.” you pleaded to his right.

He sighed. Why did you have to have such a big heart?

Don’t get him wrong, he loved you for it, and he felt pride every time you went out of your way to help another, but stealing a dog? This was something new.

He felt a nudge by his foot, before something cold and wiggly was pressed against his slipper. He opened one eye and glanced down at the movement, expecting a full-grown dog staring up at him. Instead, he was met with a whining black mass so tiny it could fit in his palm.

“What the hell is that?”

“Oh, uhh, did I mention she has puppies?”

Toshinori clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes.

Of course, of course his daughter finds a dog with puppies and decides, “Hey, you’re coming home with me!” expecting there won’t be any issues from him.

And goddammit you were right.

He knew his answer had been ‘yes’ the moment he laid eyes on the mother, and the reveal of puppies did not change that.

He raised his head in time to see you walking towards him, four more black wiggles wrapped up in your coat. Well that at least answered one of his many questions.

You wordlessly handed the bundle over to him and he took it without hesitation, reaching down to grab the puppy squirming on the floor and adding it to the pile.

The puppies seemed barely 2 weeks old, eyes and ears still shut and limbs uncoordinated. He looked over at the mother, who watched him closely as he held her shivering babies close to his chest, and then looked over to his own baby who watched him just as closely, shivering.

“Go shower and get dressed warm.” he started, ignoring the smile that blossomed on your face. “Then you are going to find a vet that does house calls.”

“Yes! Thank you Dad.”

“You will be responsible for taking her out to do business, no matter the weather, and whatever monitoring needs to be done with the puppies!”

But you were already halfway to the bathroom, throwing an “Ok!” over your shoulder, despite not hearing a word he said.

He looked down at the mother dog, and she looked up at him.

“Kids.” he said, huffing in amusement when it seemed the dog rolled her eyes as well.

Toshinori moved then, making space on the floor closest to the warmest central heating panel and left the puppies to defrost, fetching an old towel to begin drying them and the mom, who’s ice covered fur was now melting.

Once they were all relatively dry, mommy dog lay down and the puppies immediately began the mad scramble to try reach her to feed.

It was at this time you had finished warming yourself and were heading to the front door to go find a vet and get supplies.

“Put a jacket on! It’s cold out there!” he yelled, standing up and rushing after you.

You smiled at him when he got to you, shrugging on one of his coats. “I’ll be back soon.” you reported, before taking a deep breath and braving it into the cold outside.

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It had been an hour by now, soup was made and waiting for you, and mommy dog was cleaning her puppies lazily while Toshinori watched on.

If someone had told him this was where his evening was heading, he would have believed them, and then joked about how he was surprised it wasn’t a horse.

“Guess what?” you shouted as you stormed into the apartment, shoes haphazardly taken off, judging by the loud thumps.

The female dog looked up and began wagging her tail.

He turned to look at you and his entire body sagged.

A woman in a white doctor’s coat stood behind you, removing her shoes. And at your side...

“I found the dad!”

Toshinori sighed, resting his head back against the chair.

Of course you had.