#mr dad

[ze0wlartist]

Our favourite uncle

[ferdihound]

hlep me lhpe hlep help help help

[watersneak]

i did this today

[bob-mirum]

small redraw :v (Season 2 Episode 2)

[shmypko]

trying to draw mr dad i think i went trough all stages of grief trying to understand how his hair works for some reason

[roseidiot]

My uncle in law after I told him that someone on r34 shipped him with Mr. Dad:

[grossnyucky]

someone sedate me

[hinkydinkz]

FINALLY DREW MR DAD!!!!!

Photo blooper,,

THANKS FOR VIEWINF!!!!!

[sillyf4gg]

Hey y'all........ Did this in class today

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🥤❤🧢

Am I sigma now y'all? [proud]

LITERALLY THESE GAYS:

[5tef1]

Here's a headcanon with an eerie, about Jake have a older sister named Jenny. Jake’s fear and Jenny's protective instinct come to the forefront as Jake finally tells her about Uncle Samsonite.

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The house is silent, blanketed in darkness with only a faint glow from the streetlights sneaking through the windows. Mr. Dad is sleeping quite, and Jenny’s just settled into bed when she hears a soft knock at her door. She sits up, confused, as Jake shuffles in, clutching his blanket and looking terrified.

“Jake?” she whispers, surprised. “What’s going on?”

He shuts the door quietly and walks over to her bed, his eyes wide and haunted. Without a word, he sits down next to her and wraps his arms around himself as if trying to keep warm. She’s never seen him look this scared before.

“Jenny… can I stay here tonight?” he mumbles, his voice shaky.

Jenny shifts over and pats the bed, a mixture of concern and curiosity tightening her chest. “Of course, but… what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady. “It’s… him. Uncle Samsonite. He comes into my room every night.”

She frowns, searching his face. “Uncle Samsonite? Who is he? And he sounds really weird” say Jenny

Jake voice barely a whisper. “He’s not just some weird uncle. He’s something… else. Something mythological.”

Jenny’s expression shifts from curiosity to worry. “Mythological? Jake, what are you talking about?”

Jake shivers, hugging himself tighter. “Every night, he comes to my room. Sometimes, I wake up, and he’s already there, just sitting in the corner, watching. And when I ask him what he’s doing, he just grins and says the same thing… ‘It’s time to have fun, with Uncle Samsonite.’”

Jenny’s heart races, a strange unease washing over her. “What… what kind of ‘fun’ does he mean?”

Jake looks down, his voice barely audible. “It’s never actual fun. He’ll make me play these weird, creepy games, or he’ll ask me these questions that don’t make any sense. Like, he’ll make me stare into the mirror and repeat my name over and over. Or he’ll ask me to count the stars in the night sky, even if I can’t see them. And he says it’s to help me ‘understand the truth.’”

Jenny is silent, trying to wrap her head around what he’s saying… this sounded like something out of a nightmare.

“Jake,” she says softly, putting an arm around him, “you should’ve told me sooner. I had no idea it was like this.”

He leans into her, clutching her tightly, his voice small. “I thought… I thought it was all in my head. But every night, it gets worse, like he’s waiting for something. And I don’t know what he is, Jen. I don’t even know if he’s really… human.”

Jenny feels a chill run down her spine. She doesn’t know what Uncle Samsonite is, either – she’s never questioned it, always chalked it up to his bizarre personality. But now, holding Jake as he trembles in her arms, she realizes there’s something more to this “uncle” than she ever suspected.

“Listen,” she says firmly, pulling him closer. “Whatever he is, he won’t get near you tonight. You’re safe with me, okay? We’ll figure this out. But right now, just sleep here. I won’t let him in.”

Jake nods, breathing a little easier as he clings to her. For the first time in nights, he feels safe, like maybe he won’t have to hear that haunting phrase tonight. He buries his face in her shoulder, and Jenny stays awake, staring at the door, silently daring Uncle Samsonite – or whatever he is – to come near her brother.

And just as she’s drifting off, she thinks she hears a faint voice from down the hall, whispering, “It’s time to have fun, with Uncle Samsonite…”

But she holds Jake tighter, ready to keep him safe, whatever it takes.

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I hope like it😭😭😭 (is my frist time write a headcannon🗿🫶)

[m1shka-moon-bear-feelings]

Just finished watching Jacksepticeye's old playthrough of Undertale, I think I'm in love with the series now. I'm craving getting plushies of my favorite characters, especially Asgore, he's such a big fluffy adorable bean. Though when I searched for a plush version of Asgore, I stumbled upon an SFW body pillow of him for sale on Etsy. Perhaps I might know what I want for the holiday season already for this year.

Bedtime stories with a dad who is too big.

[aroacedavestrider]

people will hear you talk about struggling with mental illness and say “you can do anything if you just put your mind to it”. brother what part of the body does the mental illness happen in. what do you think is the problem

[mo-mode]

AU where Mr. D claiming to be Percy’s dad accidentally counts as Claiming according to Greek god law or whatever and now all the other gods legitimacy believe Percy is his son, but if Mr. D corrects it, he has to explain to Zeus why he pretended he was Percy’s dad so now he’s like “YEP ol’ Perry Johansson is MY child wowie just look at the little fry, you have your mother’s eyes. Please stop standing next to water or you will blow my cover”

Meanwhile Poseidon is just standing off to the side like “how on earth did I dodge THAT bullet”

[toonsforkicks22]

If threatening Vicky says how much Timmy meant to them, imagine the absolute beef they have with his parents 💔

[shrimpyjackal]

When your dad talks abt your neighbor more then he talks abt you-

[start of the october]

[22nd day]⬅ [You are here] ➡[24th day]