#name another dog. a monkey maybe. other animals went to space and died. and had names. and caretakers. and many lived too

[fagsex]

it should be said that some of you are way too dorky about laika

[langdvnshepherd]

Headcanons: Jim Mason as a dad (Jim Mason x fem!reader) 

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: dad!Jim, pregnancy, drug mentions, mentions of smut, this is basically all fluff I couldn’t be mean to sweet Jimmy

A/N: I am back with more dad! content and honestly I am thriving. Anything that gives Jim the happy ending he deserves is the move. As always, send me feedback and let me know what else you wanna see!

Jim is the one that first brings up having a baby

You ditched Palos Verdes as soon as you graduated and had enough money to get an apartment

He became a completely different person, a happier person

You guys lived pretty lowkey and just minded your business tbh

Medina occasionally dropped in for a night or two, but you were alone with each other most days

Jim didn’t mind it being just the two of you, it was what he preferred actually

You’d held him through so many bad nights, and he couldn’t picture you not being with him for the rest of his life

Everything was peaceful, unlike how it was in PV with Jim’s parents and the Bay Boys

It didn’t seem possible, but spending the past several years away from the chaos made you both fall even more in love with each other

Jim felt like he had missed out on being truly happy because of the drugs, so he was making up for lost time by simply enjoying the little things in life with you

Maybe you’ve went to the beach so Jim could surf and you set up your towels next to a young family that had a small toddler with pudgy hands that looked like a spitting image of their parents

He sees how happy they are and how cute their baby is and thinks about how he could potentially have that with you one day

The little baby is so cheery and excited and Jim is obsessed

The baby runs up to you with one of their shovels and tries to scoop sand into your lap and you play along with them and help them build a sand castle

It makes Jim’s heart go SWOOSH

The way you effortlessly welcomed the baby into your care made Jim absolutely positive that you would be the best mom

When he finally builds up the nerve to talk to you about it he’s really straight forward

Tells you exactly what he wants and why

Your heart melts at his speech and you think about how far along Jim has come since overdosing on the beach so many years ago

He really wanted to be even more happy than he already was, and a baby would do that for him

It doesn’t even take any convincing on his part whatsoever

Just the idea of a mini-Jim with blue eyes running around your house made you weak

Plus, who are you to deny Jim of something you know who make both of you so content?

Jim definitely cries when he finds out you’re finally pregnant

Dad mode is immediately kicked into full gear

He doesn’t let you do hardly anything by yourself

You have to tell him to let you breathe sometimes, reminding him that you’re pregnant, not injured

He reads stories to your belly and always falls asleep in your lap at night

He wants to make sure that the baby knows his voice when they’re born

You know for a FACT he buys a newborn sized denim jacket so they can match

I think his hipster ass would also buy those little baby onsies that have band names on them too

Buys every stuffed animal in the goddamn world

For the sake of giving Jim everything he deserves, I’d say your pregnancy was relatively easy

No scares or problems really

It was Jim that endured the struggling

He thought there was no way that he would ever feel down knowing that he had a baby on the way

But he slowly grew sick to his stomach that he was going to fuck it up somehow

He was convinced that eventually he’d relapse, or his bottled up aggression would resurface

He’d fuck up his kid’s life and yours with his own problems, ruining everything

Causing you to pack up and leave, and his happy ending would fall apart

It took a lot to talk him down, but you managed

That night, you’d held him as close as your giant bump would allow and rubbed circles on his back until he fell asleep with his head buried in your hair

I picture Jim’s first born being a son, one that looks just like him

Blue eyes and chocolate brown hair

 Is a super soft and gentle boy that loves being close to his mom and dad as much as possible

A son also acts as another step in Jim’s healing process to see himself in his little boy and do everything he can to make sure their life is perfect

We all know that Jim does not stop crying when he finally holds his baby for the first time

He whispers softly to them over and over that he promises that he’ll never let them be exposed to the ugliness that he had been through

Jim is obsessed with everything that has to do with his baby

His sneezes? Adorable

His little toes? The cutest

His tiny butt?  Don’t even get him started

He loves taking care of him, but he really loves watching how the two of you bond

Little bubba laying on your chest while you both take a nap after a feeding? He can’t stop staring

Those are his two favorite people in the world that he’d do absolutely anything for if they asked

Jim is literally his baby’s biggest cheerleader

They learn how to hold up their head or sit up on their own or hold their bottle? He’s clapping and telling them, “Good job! I’m so proud of you!” While aggressively giving him smooches on the face

He knows they have no idea what the fuck he’s saying, but it makes the baby smile so he does it anyway

Let’s just say, Jim’s baby grows up to be a chunker

Like...a fat ass little baby with leg rolls and arm rolls and the squishiest cheeks you’ve ever seen

Jim loves to tickle their belly and do anything he possibly can to get them giggling uncontrollably

Squishy cheeks = slobbery baby that loves to put everything in his mouth

Jim’s nose, your cell phone, the corner of the coffee table, his fat little feet, the leash of Jim’s surfboard that’s propped against the wall? It’s free real estate for him to put it directly inside of his mouth

Since he’s so damn chubby, the little kid is like a portable space heater because of his rolls making him so warm

He also LOVES to cuddle with Jim

They are both Big Sleepy Boys so you can always find the two of them taking a nap together whenever they’ve gone missing in the house for a bit or their laughter had died down

His favorite spot is laying on Jim’s chest with you tucked under Jim’s arm so you can stick your hand out and he can wrap his tiny hand around your finger and conk tf out while you brush your thumb across his knuckles soothingly

Jim never wants to put him down, and you know he’s lowkey sad when his baby starts to walk and doesn’t need him to carry him around everywhere

He starts calling you ‘mama’ because he thinks it suits you and it always makes you blush

“Come here and let me love on you, mama.”

“You’re such a good mama.”

He mutters it into your neck during sex when you’re both exhausted and taking your time and it just feels so good

Let’s not waste anymore time and say that Jim is counting down the days until he can take his bubba to the beach and let him see the ocean

Knowing babies, your son probably freaks out when the tide comes up around his feet

Does the thing where he kicks his feet up while Jim is holding his hands so he can stand without falling and immediately gets scared and throws a fit

His crying makes Jim freak the fuck out because he never even considered the fact that his child of all people would hate the water

You have to tell him that he probably just didn’t like the cold and that he’d get used it eventually

And eventually that fat ass little baby does!!

He loooooves crawling around in the sand and trying to eat it

He also loves watching Jim surf

You point Jim out to him when he’s out catching a wave and clap his hands together with yours when he rides in on the shore and eventually

“Look at papa!! He did it!”

He keeps chanting, “Papa! Papa! Papa!” When Jim waves at you two from out in the water

There’s an old man that owns the ice cream shack on the beach where you guys have been going to ever since you moved there

He always told you guys that you two were the sweetest couple he’d ever seen on this beach

He also absolutely loses it whenever he sees you with your baby in tow

He’s been watching you guys grow older together and now you have a baby and he is your number one fan

He always gives you a free popsicle for the baby and squeezes his cheeks whenever you guys visit the shack

He also really loves watching how happy the baby gets when he sees the sugary treat

By the end of the afternoon the three of you are sitting on your blanket relaxing and digesting your lunch

Jim is burying your baby’s legs in the sand and savoring his little squeals as he does so

Soon he starts rubbing his eyes and you know that means he’s tired

He stands up out from the sand and crawls into Jim’s lap and wraps his arms around Jim’s neck

Jim lays back and lets him take a lil nap on his chest since he was so exhausted from chasing seagulls and dogs all day

You pack up and have a peaceful drive home, all three of you are drained by now and too tired to say anything

Jim rests his hand on the inside of your thigh and rubs his leg with his thumb absentmindedly as your son is in the backseat snuggling with his favorite stuffed monkey Jim had bought him before he was born

Once you get home, the baby immediately goes back to sleep in his crib and you and Jim collapse into the bed after a quick rinse in the shower

He buries his head in your hair and gets comfortable with his arms around your waist

Mumbles something into your ear and you ask him to speak up

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Everything.”

For staying with him, for loving him when it seemed like no one else did, for leaving PV for him, for giving him the most precious boy in the world, for making him truly happy when he didn’t think he ever could be

You give his arms a little squeeze, silently letting him know what he meant adn you both fall asleep peacefully

Imma tag the fellow dad!Jim thots I can think of and that’s it alright have a good day

@langdonsoceaneyes @thedeviltohisangel

[frogmanwritings]

Twinkle : Prologue

My name is Garfield Logan Wilson. I use to be a normal kid, living with my parents and going with them as they traveled around the world. I believe they were scientists? That or they just had a strange obsession with nature, so much so they made it their entire life. Regardless, I loved them. They kept me safe, I loved observing the wild life in their rovers and while they aren't exactly fighting tough competition, they were the best thing I have ever had.

But... it all started with some green monkey. Weird, right? Me, being the special kind of dumbass I am, climbed up a tree to try and... pet it, maybe? I was 10, your brain doesn't exactly function all that well at that age. But to move on, it bit me. Instead of Rabies, I got something called Sakutia. And it was killing me.

Any other day, I wished it did. But we'll go into why that is later. My father, good man, managed to save my life. Mutated my genes that infected me and managed to make the virus non-deadly. The catch? I turned green and I could transform into animals.

Life went on surprisingly as usual from there, that is until..

My parents were boating along a river through a tropical jungle, taking photographs of the scenery. I was along with them, enjoying myself like a kid's suppose to. But we didn't scout out the river's path fully before deciding to go boating on it and as it turns out, there was a massive waterfall at the end of it. The rushing water was too strong to swim through and land was too far away to make any sort of Olympic leap to safety.

I... managed to escape. Again, another scenario where I wished I had just died. Transforming into a bird, I managed to fly to safety where I watched my parents and their boat fall down the waterfall.

I never found their bodies. And I never will. Who knows where their carcasses are now, found by locals, devoured by predators, vanished into thin air? It doesn't matter to me. All I knew when I saw their bodies crash into the out-pointed stones of the plunge, as well as crashing into the water several stories below, is that my life might as well have been over like theirs.

But it wasn't.

Slade Wilson, my... father saved me. And that's the last time you'll hear me say his name.

He never told me, but he was, and still is, a deadly assassin that traveled the world and made his money by killing people. And he just so happened to be in Lamumba on one of his hits when he encountered a green, sobbing mess. He took me in, and that's where my life began again.

He was kind enough when he was first taking me in. Was it a charade to get me to trust him? If it was, it worked. I thought things would go back to normal, if that was even possible. I could live as a normal kid with a newfound father. But soon, I had to learn how to fight. Guns, swords, knives, axes, and as my claws grew in, he molded me into a master of all of them. And once he found out I could transform into animals? He'd have me go days and days on without rest until I could beat even the best of fighters in each of my almost unlimited list of forms.

Oh, but it didn't end there. He made sure that any chance I had of being 'normal' was evaporated over the years. I ate, and still eat, nothing but raw meat. But at least those were varied, pretty sure I've eaten the meat of every species at least once, including humans. They all tasted awful and I vomited it all up in the earlier days. Now? I'm pretty sure I can eat anything without even a second thought. And I mean anything.

When I first gained my 'powers', I turned into a vegetarian, as eating animals just felt... wrong then. It was cannibalism. But that didn't stop him. He forced the meat of the very animals I could transform into down my throat until I grew, not even to like it, but to tolerate it. Even now, I take no sort of pleasure in meat, it's simply a chewy chunk of some unlucky animal that I have to gobble down in order to stay alive.

Sunlight was a rarity. I used to think when he cracked open the dark-tinted window in my cellar, it was an accident. But thinking about it now, maybe he was just giving me false hope of things ever getting better for me. A light at the end of an endless tunnel. A single star on a cloudy night.

Oh, did I mention the cellar? That's putting it lightly.

A dark, stone room with not a soft spot in its unbearably small space. The only thing with color in it was a thick wooden pole that had a chain wrapped around it and a hook. Why was that there? Well, to restrain me like a dog during the night, of course! He... never sleeps, he has security cameras all over the goddamn place, not to mention traps and even bodyguards waiting for me to foolishly try to escape to take me down, and yet.. he still makes sure I stay right where he wants me to during the dark.

The hook on the chain attaches to my collar like a leash. Yes, I have a collar and I will not talk on it anymore. The chain isn't more than a foot long, not like there's much space to walk around, hardly even letting me lay my head fully onto the fucking ground, let alone get any sort of comfortable rest.

He never told me what he does as a job, but I caught on rather quickly. A guy goes out with army-grade weapons and returns with a bag of cash so many times, you kinda catch on. How he taught me to fight, both with blades, guns and with my bare hands, he wasn't just some karate instructor and I knew that he had to have acquired his wealth somehow.

I had begged him multiple times to let me JOIN him on these assassinations, just so I could go out and do... something that wasn't constant training. Of course, he declined, saying something about him working best 'alone'. And I knew right away that was bullshit, but it took a considerable amount of time before I realized just WHY that was bullshit.

While I was locked in a goddamn cellar, tossing around pebbles that were littered on the ground and eating any poor spider that decided to make the prison their home, he was doing 'business' in Jump City.

My father is a very secretive man, never telling me the place of where we lived, but not long ago, he finally told me. Jump City. Some place in New York that you could hardly point out on a map. Keep in mind, I had lived with him with several years, I believe it's reached the 5th year now? And only a few days ago do I actually know where I goddamn live. Not that it matters, since it's not like I was going out and exploring the place.

But, to the point. He acquired an ally by the name of 'Cinderblock', a giant stone monster with incredible strength and a pebble for a brain. He was his first real tool to commit local crimes while he either plotted or went out of state and country to murder people. It went rather smooth for a few months until my father realized he needed more than just him.

Cinderblock then stole a poor fella from prison, enclosed in a water tank, to forever sleep. Lucky fuck, ain't he? Well there's a reason he was always asleep. Something to do with his cells or something has made him a mutant, a bit like me in a way. Whenever he's awake, he transforms into a monstrous monster, like Cinderblock. But instead of being made of stone, it's sludge. Putrid, vile sludge. Got a whiff of it after my father had some on his boot, and it's disgusting.

The two of them were good, but... still not enough for him. So he goes and acquires HUMAN help, because apparently I'm not a human. H.I.V.E. Academy is a training ground for young supervillains disguised as a school led by Brother Blood. The two of them have talked on occasion, but Mr. Blood usually just lets his mistress do the talking while he's busy managing the 'school'.

The three top 'students' of the academy then began to do crimes for him. Going by the names of Jinx, Gizmo and Mammoth, I don't have a clue just what any of them look like or what they do, but apparently they were powerhouses of Jump City for a brief point, taking down police forces and... other crimefighters(I'll get to that), but were eventually defeated, and ever since then, went on to do independent crimes while my father moved onto a different target.

Alright, this is where I talk about why I'm even talking about this in the first place.

I am finally being sent out to do my father's bidding. After half a decade of training and numerous failed experiments, I am now allowed to go out into the city and do what he tells me to. Be it petty crimes like robbing jewelry stores, terrorizing local establishments or even being used as muscle to teach whoever my father wants me to a lesson. Police aren't a concern of mine. What my concern is?

The Teen Titans.

Five teenage superheroes that operate in Jump City and act as its local guardians. I have heard of them a few times, as they have become the source of my father's interests and frustrations. But I've never seen one of them, let alone what they can do in combat, so I'll just recite the files my father has on them.

Name: Dick Grayson

Alias: Robin

History: Former circus worker with his parents. Parents were assassinated, which was then staged as an accident after their ropes snapped. Was sent into adoptive care until Batman of Gotham adopted him and trained him to become his sidekick. Growing older and getting into disputes with his adoptive father, he ran off, eventually coming to Jump City and forming the Teen Titans after a fately encounter with his three future teammates.

Powers: N/A

Abilities: Top detective skills, master of hand-to-hand combat, very athletic and acrobatic

Weapons: Bo Staff, Birdarangs(Shock), Grapple Gun, Smoke Balls, Flashbangs, Ammunition Discs, Trackers

Armor: Kevlar and Titanium-enforced Bodysuit, Metal-Plated Boots

Weaknesses: Human Body, Human limitations in all skills, Risk-happy, can get Obsessed with targets and even seem unstable at times

Strategy: Robin is a peak athlete, but is still only human. He's durable, but not invulnerable. Strong, but not herculean. Fast, but not blazing. Mental fortitude is shaky, easy to get upset. Not incredibly accurate with his ranged weapons. Has very close bond with Starfire, exploit this. Not very difficult to overpower, though technically skilled and fast. Wear him out before going in close. Has shown mercy to foes in the past, try and fool him.

Name: Koriand'r

Alias: Starfire

History: Crash-landed on Earth while being captured by aliens. Was eventually saved by her three future teammates.

Powers: Superhuman Strength/Durability, Flight, Tamaranean Psychology, Superhuman Agility, Energy Projection(Eyes, Hands), Radiation Immunity, Lip-to-Lip Language Assimilation

Abilities: Hand-to-Hand Combat, Sword and Shield skills

Weapons: Starbolts(Eyes, Hands)

Armor: Tamaranean Durability, Can use Energy Projection as Shield

Weaknesses: Powers based on Emotion, Naive, Extremely protective of teammates, Mentally sensitive

Strategy: Starfire is physically the strongest and most durable of the Titans. Can be taken down if hit by surprise. Overly protected of teammates, put them in danger and she will risk herself to save them. Very close bond with Robin, exploit this. Speed on ground seems to be human level, get her grounded. Starbolts come from Eyes and Hands. Blind her and/or restraint her hands. Very naive, won't be difficult to fool and take advantage of.

Name: Victor Stone

Alias: Cyborg

History: Mother died in car crash, Father saved him by turning more than half of his body into cybernetics. Ridiculed and insulted, Victor ran away, eventually finding his future three other teammates in Jump City.

Powers: Superhuman Strength/Durability, Superhuman Genius, Psychic (near)Immunity

Abilities: Hand-To-Hand Combat, Advanced Warrior Skills, Mechanical Genius

Weapons: Sonic Cannon(Both Arms), Mini-Rocket Launchers on Soles of Feet, Rocket Launchers on Shoulders, Laser Beam(Chest), Trackers, Computer System

Armor: Titanium Cybernetic Body, Detachable Limbs

Weaknesses: Partially exposed head, Requires Power, Electric Overcharge, Mobility

Strategy: Cyborg is perhaps the smartest of the Titans. Robotic limps strong but not unbreakable, try breaking them off using brute force. Limited mobility, easy to outspeed and outmaneuver. Power Charge can be drained and turn him off, try and find something that can absorb his charge. His body can get overcharged, resulting in shortages and outages.

Name: Raven

Alias: N/A

History: Daughter of demonic overlord, Trigon. Was raised in realm called Azarath, which was eventually overtaken and destroyed by Trigon. Escaped to Earth, where she eventually found her three future teammates in Jump City.

Powers: Dark/Shadow Control, Astral Projection, Telekinesis, Telekinetic Constructs/Force-Fields/Teleportation/Flight, Levitation, Empathy, Spell-Casting, Healing

Abilities: Master of Spells, Multilingual, Hand-To-Hand Combat

Weapons: N/A

Armor: N/A

Weaknesses: Anger, Can't cast spells when unable to speak, Relies on nearby objects as weapons

Strategy: Raven is the most powerful of the Titans. Only decent in hand-to-hand combat, should be easy to overpower and take down. Spells depend on her chants, try to gag her or close off her mouth. Anger, when angry enough, she loses all control of her power and any sort of strategy. Be cautious when approaching this, as Raven seems to have no problem killing in this form. It is recommended to have some way to restraint or to overpower the demon's dark side when doing this. Can be manipulated at times, lacks someone she is truly close with. Can be used to try and get close to her.

A fun bunch they seem like.

My father previously tried to turn their leader, Robin, into his apprentice, and almost succeeded by using the safety of his teammates against him, but his plans eventually fell through and Robin escaped him.

This... really bothered him. Whoever this Robin is, it seems my father had a great interest in him. I've heard him say that he sees a lot of himself in the boy, and how he would've loved to make the boy as powerful as he could've been.

As much as he is a piece of... crap, I have no one else in my life. What did that boy have that I didn't? He was the apprentice of some superhero? I can turn into goddamn animals! I've lived with him for five years and still he looked for some caped crusader to make his apprentice instead of me! Why couldn't I have that validity?

But... moving on, Father eventually moved his eye to a young teenager by the name of Terra. The Titans found her first and took her in, but it was clear right away she didn't hold much control over her earth-bending powers. And after a confrontation between the two where he tried to convince her to join him, Terra ended up accidentally collapsing a mineshaft down ontop of her, killing her. Looking at pictures of her, she was definitely pretty. Seemed she had a troubled past as well, with her family and friends calling her a 'witch' because of her powers and even tried to kill her because of it. Life is... messed up that way.

And now, over a year later... finally, he chose me.

It... sucks being a last resort, but I'm just glad that I can go out on my own now, even if it's under watch. To put to the test my true skill and to show Father why he should've chose ME in the first place! I'm set to grab the Titans' attention by infiltrating a laboratory to steal a mechanical staff, said to have an explosive tip and even have electric properties. Easy to see why Father would want that.

But.. I guess that's it. For the first time in years, I'm finally looking forward to something. And I'll show those Titans a thing or two along the way. My father isn't perfect, but.. he's the only one who has given me anything since my parents died. If he has a problem with them, I have a problem with them.

Watch out Teen Titans, Garfield Wilson is coming!