#he would be a great dad for them

[hpnotfound]

ok so i wrote this and came up with a better plot but i dont wanna delete it all so im posting it anyways but there will not be any more

maybe ill get around to rewriting it someday :o anyway enjoy Papa Hueso gaining four extra children

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Hueso was putting his tiny son’s blanket over his sleeping form as he heard the telltale clanging sounds of something hitting the bottom of his dumpster.

“Ay, dios, malditos mapaches!” He cursed under his breath.

Seems like he would have to spend another evening out there chasing away the furry little bastards.  What a joy.

Softly stroking Juniors tiny head one last time, Hueso went to grab his cloaking brooch and the trusty lead pipe he swiped from one of the many construction sites around New York, and made for the magic alleyway exit.

It had been a real lucky find, this literal hole in the wall. A little enchantment and his Pizzeria was up and running. Good thing he still had had a few favors left to cash in…

Out in the streets, the cold November winds whipped around the trash and leaves. He could feel the cold down to the marrow of his bones. No wonder the raccoons were trying to find shelter in a dumpster, but he couldn’t have them build a colony there. It happened once a few years ago and he still regrets not stepping in sooner. Won’t be making that mistake again.

Hueso approached the open lid cautiously. The little beasts were fast and prone to biting, so he’d just have to be faster.

With a swift grab he had one of them by the scruff.

Only it was not a raccoon.

What struggled in his grip was a small green and scaly creature in and oversized red hockey sweater and a blue headband. The red markings on its face accentuated the big, dark –tired terrified desperate- eyes of what was obviously a hatchling of some sort or another. The markings kind of made the green kid look like the fruits of the pepino plant his mother had in her backyard.

It let out a string of colorful curses absolutely inappropriate for what the yokai assumed was a toddler.

Before he could reprimand it - him, Hueso supposed, they were clearly not just animals – he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and that was about all the warning he got before another little green creature –this one wearing a purple hoodie and big square glasses over a purple mask – darted towards him and nailed Hueso in the knee with a piece of wood.

It didn’t hurt as much as it could have but he was still startled enough to drop the still struggling kid in his hand.

The purple one – did this one have a pillow tied to their back? - grabbed their friend and pulled him towards the corner, where yet another one was crouched. This one was bigger than the other two and he could at last make out their species, the last one not wearing much clothes. Besides a red helmet and a sling around their shoulders, seemingly carrying their loot, they had nothing covering the spiky, dark green shell, identifying them as turtles.

The trio made to get away before Hueso could even react, the big one shooing their companions in front of them. He had not been expecting unsupervised yokai children in his trash; much less so on the human side of New York!

The kids didn’t get very far thought.

The big one started coughing violently, hacking and spitting and it didn’t sound like it would stop anytime soon.

Doubling back around the others hung onto their biggest friend.

“Raph!”

“You gotta breathe, Raphie!”

Finally catching up with the situation, Hueso walked towards the gaggle of kids, taking off his cloaking brooch as to not further scare the children. Even this young they clearly knew to keep away from humans.

“Hey, hey, niño, take it easy” reaching out his now bony hand to try and soothe the coughing fit, Hueso quickly pulled it back towards him again, when something whacked it out of the way.

The one with the glasses had hit him again. Looking even more scared than before, yet determinedly standing between the adult and their companions, they was brandishing the plank in front of them in a defensive position. 

“S-stay back! You can’t ha-have my brothers! I-I-I won’t let you- I won’t let you eat them!!” The little one looked like they was about to cry but still did not move his shaky legs.

The hacking and spluttering of the spiky one just got worse. The boy was desperately trying to get some air into his lungs, tears streaming down his round cheeks. Unsuccessful he went down on his knees, clawing at his throat as if something invisible was strangling him.

The pepino looking one was trying to pull him back up and away, crying all the while.

“Little one, I just want to help! Your brother sounds very sick and it’s too cold out here for you children. Where are your parents, hm?” He went down into a crouch as well in an attempt to look less threatening.

The suspicion in the little one’s eyes didn’t waver; he just gripped the wood plank harder. How was Hueso going to help them-

“Raphie, no! Don, help me, he’s gonna squish Mikey!” Looking over his shoulder, Don, apparently, dropped his weapon to quickly help drag his collapsed brother onto his side. They were struggling as he was clearly too heavy for the other two tired and probably hungry turtles.

Taking a chance, Hueso ran up to them and rolled the spiky turtle onto his back, making it easier for him to breathe. To his surprise, the sling did not contain any material possessions but a fourth, itsy bitsy turtle with yellow splatterings like freckles, swaddled in blankets and seemingly sleeping. Hopefully sleeping.

“Ay, dios, how did this happen to you kids?” He cradled the spiky one to his chest. While his head and body was way warmer than even a turtle yokai should be, his arms were ice cold. It looked like the big one gave his clothes to the one with the pillow on his back. The size at least indicated it.

At least he had stopped coughing and was breathing shallowly again. But apparently the one called Raphie had reached his limits, because his tearstained eyes did not open again.

He looked up to the other two, who were hovering close now. They were shaking their bigger brother and calling out to him, appearing to have forgotten about the skeleton completely.

“It will be alright, niños. I will see to it he gets healthy again, si?”

Big eyes snapped up to his own.

“you’re not gonna eat us?” Don asked.

“Why would Death eat us, Donnie? He’s Death, he doesn’t need to eat”

“How would you know?”

Before the children could devolve into more of a squabble the skeleton interrupted them.

“I am not Death and I will certainly not eat you. My name is Señor Hueso and I’m a yokai like you. I can help you get back to the Hidden City.” What was supposed to inspire confidence in his sincerity only sparked confusion.

“What’s a yokai?” “And what’s a hidden city?”

Well, at least they didn’t seem afraid of him anymore.

“Have you been living up here all this time? No, no, don’t answer! Not important right now! Let us get your brothers inside first. There will be time for questions later”

With that he shooed the children up to the graffiti piece marking the entrance to his restaurant. Carrying the other two in his arms proved not to be a problem. Shifting them to one side how he did with Junior freed one hand up to activate the portal into the well-lit entrance of his pride and joy.

The amazement on the kids’ faces was adorable.

“Welcome to Run of the Mill Pizza, hombrecitos!”

It was past closing time so the rest of the place was only barely visible, but the group was swiftly led though towards the back. Flicking on one of the smaller lights he sets the limp and silently wheezing body down in one of the booths. Procuring a blanket from where he stashed for Junior, he swaddled the sick turtle as best as he could. Keeping him warm seemed like a good step.

The next thing to do is take off the sash holding the littlest turtle, lest his brother decided to lay on him again. The orange clad one was still asleep, which deeply worried Hueso, but the kids didn’t seem upset by it so maybe this was a normal turtle thing? He still checked the kid’s temperature and pulse and found both to be in a normal –for yokai at least –range.

“Here, sit down with your brothers, can you hold this little one? I’ll go get you some hot soup, no?” They did give him some suspicious glances still but ultimately climbed into the opposite side of the booth. The little pepino held out his hands for the baby turtle and Hueso made sure it’s tiny head was held securely before making for the kitchen.

His first stop was the first aid cabinet in the corner which should also hold a fair amount of medicines. He’d need to contact his doctor friend Roberto in the morning for a better asessment but for now a fever lowering potion and some soup would have to do.

Gathering his supplies around the kitchen, he was well aware of the eyes following him through the open door. The kids were huddled together, both clutching the small one between them and were keeping Hueso in their line of sight at all times.

Understandable, really. Who knows what they have been through?

In the low light he could see how dirty and tattered their clothes were. None of them were wearing pants or shoes, just oversized hoodies and sweaters, the colorful bandanas and the pillow strapped to the bespectacled kid with what looked to be a phone charger.

They all would need baths before bed.

Warming up canned soup on one of the stoves took care of the food situation, but Hueso decided to also make them hot chocolates. They looked like they’d need it.

 Doing his best to project calmness and safety the skeleton quietly hums one of Juniors lullabies. His son was only six months old so he’d have to check on him soon. He didn’t sleep through the night yet. Good thing Hueso was used to little sleep.

Finally, the soup was warm and ready to be served to his nighttime visitors.

He put down the bowls and cups of hot chocolate in front the decidedly sleepy looking kids. They still gave him the side eye but it was clear they would not be able to stay awake much longer. It was almost 1 a.m. by now.

“Here, hombrecitos, eat this. It will warm you up” sitting down next to the sick child, he checked over him. His temperature was definitely too high, since he now had a comparison.

“What are your names, children?” The kids exchanged glances with each other and only pressed their lips into thin lines.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy Father’s Day to everyone but FNAF William Afton..

[soosoosoup]

treasure planet au, last of the batch (Poppy & Floyd)

[ghostbsuter]

There was a teen in the cave.

A teen no one knows and looks like he could be a wayne, stands in the cave.

"Actually, I'm a wayne." He says with a shrug.

Bruce, Batman, carefully thinks of the implication.

"Not yet," The teen, Danny, doesn't say anything. Simple smiles. "You're not a wayne, yet. You will be. But not yet."

Then Bruce sighs, dropping the batman mask in order to take in the teen.

"Does future me know of the time travel?"

Dannys smile grows into a grin, deciding to take pity on the man. "You, grandbat, have..." He makes a vague gesture. "Theories, which none of your children ever confirmed."

The bat's mind short-circuits at the choice of words

Dick is sputtering incomprehensibly, there are Baffled expression all around.

Because.

Because that child isn't Bruce's, but one of theirs.

"Who is it?" Jason demands, hand clenching his gun uselessly.

Danny continues to smile, a hint of mischief now peeking out.

The cave is filled with theories, some yell, some sob, yet all eyes leave danny.

All but one pair.

She had known the moment his body language switched just enough for her to read.

She had known the moment he disappeared before the clan.

Had known when his hand found hers, shoulders bumping.

Her heart clenches, throat dry and memories of her childhood flooding to mind.

So she asks, voice soft and hesitant.

"Am I a good mother?"

And danny looks up at cass, adoration and pride laid out plain for her to see and accept.

"You're the best."

And so they both watch the clan together, silent and comfortable.

(Cass doesn't question when she finds him, how and why. All she knows is that she's more attentive when out on patrol, looking and waiting.)

(This is how Cassandra Cain-Wayne returns one night from patrol, a child, barely out of toddler stage and clinging to her form.)

(This is how the Batclan officially meets one Daniel James Cain-Wayne, freshly washed and clothed, a cookie in hand and hiding shyly behind Cass.)

(When they meet, all they say is "Welcome home, danny," and "Good to see you again.", Danny doesn't necessarily get it, but that's okay. Maybe his new mom will explain it one day when he's bigger.)

[nenoname]

thinking about stan "god i love cards and gambling" pines

[dreadfuldevotee]

I hope in the bg of season 3, Louis is just constantly swatting 5 year old fledglings off his balcony. I hope he gets 15 different kinds of those anti-birdnesting thingys to try out but still ends off starting his evenings going out with a broom going "shoo shoo shoo"

[youngpettyqueen]

I know the decision to have Julian's parents have him augmented was made on the fly but imo its pretty obvious from early on that Julian has Family Issues because he avoids talking about his family like the plague and I think they should've incorporated this into the Julian and Sisko dynamic right from early on because I think it would've made for some really compelling stories and moments and could've set up a REALLY interesting Julian and Jake dynamic which they kinda started to do but never fully went for

[luminique]

You don't have to do this but I NEED me some Lighter as an adopted older brother or has a baby with the reader. I'm a sucker for big brother or fatherly things!!

‘it’s a rough life out here in the outer ring.’ those words echoed through his head as he scooped up the little baby wrapped up in a blanket. it’s face was all red, seemed to be a few weeks old at most, but he didn’t recall seeing this small package here before. its cries were quiet, due to it being muffled by its own blanket.

the hatred he had in his heart could not overtake how much it throbbed at the sight of such a small bundle of joy, pressed up into his chest as he cradled it to sleep. how was he going to explain this to the rest of the girls? how was he going to explain this to you? but more importantly, how was he going to bring it back without waking it from the loud roar of his bike? piper’s driving was out of the question and calling all of the girls over would just scare it even more.

as he made his way back to his bike, the baby’s little fingers had found its way to his scarf, tugging at it gently. once he had sat down on his bike, he carefully removed his scarf and used it to cover up the precious baby. it was preoccupied enough to not notice him turn on the engine but now was the difficult part; driving back one handed while ensuring it doesn’t wake up.

slowly, he was able to arrive back, a lot later than usual however. he was carefully shushing the baby, stroking its cheek so gently as he made his way to the fire pit. he paid no mind to lucy questioning his absence, nor did he try to entertain caesar’s invitation for a spar. he flopped down on the couch, the warm fire reflecting off of his shades. he looked around for you, desperately wanting some sort of reassurance in this situation.

of course the girls had immediately swarmed him but the moment their eyes landed on the little bundle of joy in his arms, they immediately softened up. awww’s and ooh’s could be heard, like a weirdly harmonized symphony. not before long, your head popped through the crowd and it felt like he had let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

the baby was so good, barely making a noise as he carefully handed it to you, albeit a little clumsily. however, it’s little hand was wrapped around lighter’s finger, gripping it like it’s life depend on it. “this little one really likes you, huh?” you’d try teasing him but he was using all of his power to not just melt at the sight.

he didn’t know he was such a softie. yeah, the Sons of Calydon have made fun of him for being soft once in a while, especially when it came to you, and he knew it but constantly denied it. now seeing you cradling this baby, cooing at it, something in his chest felt warm and it was definitely not from the fire.

after a few minutes, the baby started crying and of course everyone went into a panic. they scrambled around, trying to figure out what had occurred and it turned out that the baby just needed a change of diapers. a kind mother nearby living nearby was more than happy to assist, teaching how to clean and feed. no one ever told you about how stressful it is to handle a crying, squirming baby but after changing it’s diapers and giving it some milk, this was when you realized that the little baby was a girl.

everyone was exhausted and the girls had gone to rest in their rooms. it was fun nonetheless but taking care of a baby is a lot more work than you thought. you flopped back on to the couch, baby still in hand, slowly patting her to sleep. lighter followed you around, wanting to keep the baby close in his sight.

“what should we do with her?” you quietly asked, eyes slowly closing as the baby’s beathing could be felt on your chest.

��it’s a rough life out here in the outer ring’ there it was again. that same voice in his head. was it telling him to keep the baby? or was it telling him that staying here isn’t the best option? the proxies down in sixth street might know an adoption pla-

he felt your head resting on his shoulder, the slow rise and fall of your chest. a bundle of joy, all wrapped up in his scarf, gripping it tightly like how she did with his finger. as long as he had you, he was sure she would be brought up well. the other members of the Sons of Calydon would also not reject because that’s another girl for them to adore.

he removed his sunglasses, taking one last look at her small face before resting himself. then he looked at you, clearly exhausted yet keeping still for the baby. they say it takes a village to raise a child, he’ll come to understand if it’s true. the start of a new life, for not just this abandoned baby, but for him too.

[ifbrd]

Weird Gravity Falls question:

As fans, we’re all aware that Filbrick sucked as a dad.

But do Stan and Ford understand that?

It seems obvious to us outside viewers, but I don’t exactly recall any comments by either senior Pines twin that would suggest they have connected those dots. I believe it’s fairly normal for children of abusive, neglectful or just simply bad parents to think their parent’s behavior was normal or that they deserved it or whatever, and in addiction to not being able to remember a moment where they admit their dad sucked, they certainly have both internalized his words.

Ford continued to pursue his education and was obsessed with academic excellence, as that seemed to be the one and only thing that made his father show him any kind of appreciation.

Stan continued to obsess over money, as his dad told him that was the only way he was allowed to return home. And let’s not forget his comment in the finale “dad was right, I am a screw up”

But again, and please please correct me if I’m wrong, I can’t think of anything either of them has said that criticizes their father’s actions. There’s the comment that he “wasn’t easily impressed” which I think more than anything, serves more as an excuse for his actions. Heck, in the flashback of Stan taking boxing lessons, I felt that whole scene was framed as Filbrick being a good dad, personally, I thought he was a good dad up until A Tale of Two Stans.

Idk I guess I just always assumed that after several decades they started to understand that Filbrick wasn’t a great dad, but it’s perfectly realistic for neither of them to have come to that conclusion, and frankly, the tiny bits of evidence from the show support this being the case.

I rambled a bit here, but what do you all think? Did I forget a moment that proves they do see their dad wasn’t a good dad? Do you think they have processed that part of their childhoods?

[coquelicoq]

never meet your heroes. or your friends' parents

[unganseylike]

i know nothing about daredevil other than the netflix version i watched at some point but i just saw a gifset of charlie cox covered in blood and it made me wonder if anyone has considered the potential applications for declan, because daredevil is a catholic vigilante with a respectable suit-wearing day job that knows how to beat the shit out of people (partially due to his dead boxer father) and is kinda slutty

[macksartblock]

I’ve made a kiddads post assigning them things that I did/happened to me growing up. Now I’m doing that with the dads and my father’s experiences.

Darryl: In high school, he snuck out to attend a party - at a barn, in the middle of nowhere - with the rest of his football buddies. He did not have a good time and left not even two hours in. Frank didn’t even question him on his whereabouts, he woke up his parents and flat out confessed upon returning home.

Glenn: He was out at a bar with the GCT the night before his wedding. He’d only had one drink and walked outside to call a cab when he fainted and hit his nose off the edge of the curb. No one could figure out why he fainted and, sporadically, he still does. His nose is broken in all of his wedding pictures.

(Bonus: he once fainted in front of a cop after there was a noise complaint. Morgan came down to see Glenn flat on the ground and a mortified cop at their door. Glenn does not remember this at all.)

Ron: Early on in his relationship with Samantha, he took Terry Jr out on a “stepfather-son bonding day”. All they did was sit in a cafe, staring at each other in silence as Terry Jr had a milkshake and Ron had coffee. Ron did not like it and started stealing some of Terry’s milkshake with a spoon. This was the closest they’d ever been before the Forgotten Realms.

Henry: My father is simply too put together. He’s never had an experience like Henry in his life.

[raticalshoez]

Assissins and spies and their stupid found families

[seaglassdinosaur]

I know we collectively agree that Hiccup isn’t romantically inclined, and his getting married and having kids didn’t make sense in the epilogue, but consider: Hiccup getting married for political reasons.

It’s a marriage of alliance, which is recognized both by him and his partner, and they enter it without expectations of romantic involvement. Since they’re now married, they live in the same castle, spend time together, and Hiccup finds he really likes his spouse. They’re funny, get along with his friends, and has the same interests and values. They both probably speak multiple languages. She understands why Hiccup is so dedicated to making the Wilderwest better, and holds similar views. She’s a good politician (her job after all, was to be an ambassador). Hiccup likes spending time with them, and the feeling is mutual. They’re not in love, they have their own lives, but they’re dedicated to each other and eventually decide to raise children. They teach their kids how to train hawks and hunt with dragons, riding, history, the Languages, and all the necessary skills of their world. They’re not in love and they’re happy together.

[jadewritesficshere]

18+only

Steve rubs his eyes as he pulls the car into the parking lot. He yawns as he comes to a stop. Steve blinks a few times to get rid of the remnants of sleep as the passenger door opens and Eddie collapses in. "Thanks for picking me up," Eddie rushes out in one breath.

Steve hums slightly, reversing the car out of the lot and back down the road. "Can't believe the van died on me-" "seat belt." Steve interrupted, reaching across Eddie for the seat belt.

And if his hand felt against Eddie's chest, well who's to say.

Eddie snatches the seat belt out of Steve's hand, using his other hand to swat Steve away. Steve relents with a chuckle, going back to grip the steering wheel at 9 and 2.

"These are cute." Steve feels a tug at the hem against his thigh, causing him to look down. He got woken up so suddenly, he forgot to get dressed. Clad in only his plaid boxers, a worn grey shirt, and one tube sock, Steve ventured out into the cold night.

"Shut up," Steve rolls his eyes, batting at Eddie's hand just like Eddie had done to him moments before.

And if Eddie grabs his hand and holds it, well who's to say.

They sit in companiable silence before Steve clears his throat," Oh, by the way, I got you something." Eddie let's out a delighted gasp," Oh? For me?" "It ain't much, don't sound so excited." "Thee Steve Harrington bestowing upon me a gift? It's very exciting."

"It's in the glove box." Steve stares diligently out the window as he hears Eddie click the glove compartment open. He pulls up to a stop sign and stops. He can hear Eddie inhale slowly," uh Napkins?" "What? No-" Steve clicks his tongue looking into the glove box.

He reaches over and moves some napkins out of the way, finding the small bag. "Here." He tosses it in Eddie's lap. Steve grips the wheel harder, nerves taking over as he drives away from the stop sign. Its a stupid gift he thinks.

Inside the bag are a few things Steve had happened to find that screamed Eddie in his mind. A dark feather that shimmered in the light Steve had found outside the trailer. A random D20 Steve stole borrowed from one of the kids. A guitar pick he spent hours painting Corroded Coffin on. A rock from the quarry Steve had picked up after they had went and smoked there one night. A Polaroid of the two of them high, but Steve could see the love in their eyes as they smiled at each other. The ticket stub from the first movie they went to as a date.

"It ain't mu-" "Shut up this is amazing!" Steve blushes at the praise. Eddie's hand lands on his thigh, making Steve inhale sharply. "Gonna kiss you now," Eddie murmurs into Steve's ear.

And if they pull the car over and fog up the windows, well who's to say.

[honestlyvan]

I do kind of wonder if the implicit assumption that Door is mad at Alan for involving Saga should be re-examined a little bit.

The game is very careful to not frame any of Saga's relationships as paternalistic. Like, repeatedly, with emphasis, especially among the relationships with people who are close to her and have reasons to act protective over her. Having Door primarily be motivated by a sense of righteousness over someone messing with his protectorate goes against theme with her, and would single him out as the only male character whose help Saga does need.

Furthermore, we know Freya didn't seem to think that highly of Door, never telling Saga anything about him and being firm in not wanting to discuss the topic. Her considering Door a potential danger to Saga just like her powers and choosing to hide the truth to protect her wouldn't make sense if she, too, could use her seer powers to confirm that Door did have Saga's best interest at heart, and with Door existing outside of time, I don't think there's adequate signalling that this would be something he would have had a change of heart about.

Furthermore, while Door is very likeable and definitely not a villain or even an antagonist... he is very trickster-like, and seems very cavalier with how he chooses to interfere and when. From his interactions with the Old Gods, spending fourty years on kill-on-sight terms with them only to happily fanboy over having them on his show and collaborate with them to mess with Alan, to the way he almost deigned to let Alan create a hint for Saga about how to use her powers rather than letting Saga and Tim just work it out amongst themselves, he's playing the long game in every situation and seems to enjoy making the story take twists and turns because of his involvement.

So Door is in a weird superposition of meddlesome/hands-off largely because I almost got a sense that with Saga, he's keeping his distance on purpose. Keeping himself concealed and out of the conversation, despite much of her story being discovering her origins and discovering her own supernatural influence. Outside of letting Alan create a single manuscript page about him, he doesn't even hint at his own existence while Saga is in the Dark Place, theoretically right there for him to reach out to.

And if Door does ultimately think that surely any daughter of his can handle herself, there is one another innocent that has been involved in this all by Wake I could see him getting worked up over instead.