#rp: father and son

[hisbucky]

Bobby: Son, what do you have to say for yourself? Buck: Is this about me and Eddie commandeering our firefighter gear for domestic use? Because I don't think I should get reprimanded for doing what you and Ma already did, Pops. Bobby: ... Buck, sighs: It wasn't about that, was it? Bobby, voice strained: No, it was not.

[multiverse-peterbparker]

I’m the light of dad’s life 🥺🥺🥺🥺

@we-love-redwing

[waste-of-banadges]

What color is your heart? If I were to rip open your chest, would I be able to see it? Would I even be able to find it? Could you describe it to me? How tainted and dirty do you think it would be?

What color is your soul? If I were to split open your head, could I find it? Do you even think a soul exists? Would it be just like your heart? Do you think your soul is one of a human?

Could someone as tainted and filthy as you, whose victims still curse and spit your name in heaven or in hell, ever become a good man? Was Odasaku even a good man? Can a good man even exist inside the mafia?

“Ah… so inquisitive. Odasaku was indeed a good man, and the Mafia don’t posses any good hearts. They never do. All of them carry ill intentions, but if I were to state the good quality…it’d be loyalty. As for the rest, figure them out yourself.<3”

[x-rds]

That post about huge red flags from exes is going around and I’m like well mine requires some background reading

[llondonfog]

i've been working on color-themed icon sets for @/vargascamp and i thought you might enjoy these two from the red set uncropped

this was literally my reaction upon finding these in my inbox, i've not stopped staring at them for like five minutes ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! the quality is so CRISP and the coloring is absolutely GORGEOUS, they look so ethereal, lethal in their battle-ready prime, and absolutely resplendent in the brilliant shades of crimson piercing through the grayscale i'm genuinely obsessed

[alex-is-the-king-11111]

Me when I'm about to play Mama by MCR on repeat for an hour and cry

[child0ftheabomination]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

Every once in a while, my dad’ll take me out for a guys day, even let me skip school sometimes. We have these really cheesy T-shirts that say “Father Fisher” and “Son Fisher” that we wear out to arcades and movies and stuff. It’s fun, especially since I don’t get to see him a lot.

The Fisher jokes are killing me, though. I made the mistake of watching The Matrix with him after Larry and I went (it’s a GOOD MOVIE).

That damn kissing scene came on. It would have been fine, if the old fart didn’t have to go;

“there’s a million fish in the sea. Someday, you’ll have someone like that. You know why?”

“Because I’m a Fisher.”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE A FISHER!!”

“Alright, dad.”

We got kicked out of the theater after that.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

✭ concept is not mine! I can’t find the original Tumblr user who came up with this joke. ✭

[son-of-pendragon]

@camelotfallen continued from here

“Not like I’ve done anything to deserve it.” The words were out of his mouth before Mordred could even consider stopping them, and blue-green eyes with slit draconic pupils belatedly widened, when he realized what he’d just said — and even worse, that he’d talked back.

Flinching back before he could stop it, the Scot turned away, face burning and hands beginning to tremble. “M-My apologies, Father, I — ” The words tried to choke him, but Mordred forced them out anyway, though it felt like broken glass scraping his throat.

“A son earns his father’s care; I have not.”

He knew Morgan’s punishments. What would Artoria do?

[unluckiestluckystudent]

Wowhhhhq father x2 hahwjwj giggles hi hello hello hi waves waves waves waves waves FATHER

"F- Father?" Since when?! Well, nothing can be done about that now...

"I suppose with how my luck is, it only makes sense..." He shakes his head. What could he mean by this... "Hello, son!" He waves back!!!!

[aurora-retainer-silver]

I made one joke about unfortunate genetics and now my father is staring at the wall.

In hindsight it probably wasn’t that good-

But curse me if I passed on the opportunity.

[spicyflameprince]

You mentioned family reunions were a little awkward with your celestial side, but now that you meet up with your father's side, do they treat you alright?

Well, I've only met a few of Father's brothers in arms from his reign. Uncle Macaque and Uncle Wukong are the only two I have any form of relationship with.

As for the others, we all know how my first meeting with Peng and Yellow Tusk went. Father is less eager to introduce me to his family after that incident, and I can't say I look forward to meeting more of them either.

[xsecond-sonx]

Abel's door is violently kicked open, a furious Lute standing in the doorway menacingly.

"Give me your phone immediately if you know what's best for you."

@danger-tits-lute

"AHHHH!!" Hides under table, scared "OKAY OKAY IM SORRY!!"

Points to dropped phone, shaking

[commanderbragh]

Helping In Bastion

Valiant settled down on the ground, letting out a slight grunt as he touched down. The winged lion turned his head from side to side and scanned the area before folding his wings forward to let his charges down. Banagan slid off the lion’s back and started looking around. The grassy hills extended into the distance with different animals meandering around while grazing. There was a sense of peace here, but young paladin didn’t trust it. He kept his hand near the hilt of his sword, his thumb hooked over his belt. He turned back to see his father slide out of the saddle. Braghaman took a moment to look around before turning towards his son.

“The hold was impressive enough,” Banny said. “Does the whole place look like this?”

“A lot of it does,” Bragh answered with a content look. “But like everywhere else, there are less savory places.”

“Is this where you were help captive?”

Braghaman froze, his eyes dropping to the ground for a moment. Slowly he looked up to his son and shook his head.

“No. That was some place else. Bastion is different.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to bring up…” Banny’s voice trailed off.

“Don’t worry about it,” Bragh answered, waving it away with his hand. “We learn from the bad experiences as much as we do from the good.”

“So why are we here?” Banny asked, looking around again. For the first time, he noted the winged lions that were padding around near the top of the hill.

“We came here to help someone. I figured since you were still on R&R for your shoulder, you’d enjoy doing something that was a little less dangerous.”

“If it’s less dangerous, why’d you suggest I bring my sword and shield?”

“Because we’re paladins,” Braghaman smirked. “We can usually find trouble if we look hard enough. Also, when are you getting your armor back?”

“I don’t know? I kind of like this gear. It’s certainly lighter.”

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good look. Leather and mail works well enough.”

“I know, I know,” Banny responded, giving a smirk of his own. “The repairs are supposed to be done in a day or two.”

“Well it shouldn’t matter too much for what we’re doing today.”

“Which is what?”

“We’re here to help with those. They’re called larions. They’re native here. Rather territorial and they can get a bit huffy if they don’t like how you’re treating them.”

“Huffy?”

“Yeah. But they’re pretty noble. Treat them that way and everything should be fine.”

“Fine,” Banny repeated quietly.

“Sure. What’s the worst that could happen?” Bragh replied with another smirk. “Let’s go get you introduced.”

[savior-of-humanity]

@maykrisms -- continued from here!

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To be honest, Cassius had been expecting a demon or some other terrible bloodthirsty beast to jump out at him when the door opened. To instead be met with a ten-foot tall robot holding what looked like a demonic version of the Great Slayer's Crucible was... a surprise, to say the very least.

He blinks when Hayden speaks. Once, twice, his mind trying to play catch-up with a language he hasn't spoken in what might be decades. Thankfully, he still remembers enough of it to understand the former Maykr - and didn't seem to recognize him through the mechanical filter of his voice. His gaze naturally drifted to the demonic crucible in the cyborg's hand, but the sight combined with his voice still doesn't spark any sort of recognition as to who Hayden actually was.

"How do you know me?" Cassius would ask in perfectly fluent Argenta. He'd grown so much since he was a younger lad, almost as tall as his father but noticeably skinnier in physical build. He already had his fair share of facial scars, giving him an even closer similarity to the Great Slayer.

"And, to be fair, I didn't ask to end up here." Which was... mostly true. He'd only been following the trail of where his father had gone; he still didn't have a clue as to how he even ended up here, let alone outside of Hell at all, in the first place.

[lylailaeth]

Last session we found out that our ancient viking Baron never learned how to read, so we on a mission to convince his already overworked childer/ personal assistant/ the best son he ever had despite never admitting that aloud, to teach him. They desrve some family bonding time in those trying times goddamit!

[thetravelingymleader]

((@ula-ula-island-kahuna ))

Hey. This uh, Nox....and Nanu?

Because I'm Nanu, Island Kahuna.

Think I need to talk to you guys. Message me.

.... Nice joke bro. However, my dad is right here, soooo.

What is it?

I dunno, some dude pretending to be you, I guess.

Hmm. If they were, doubt they'd be wanting to talk to us and reveal themselves.

It's the internet, dad. People are just weird.

Right. Let's see what they want, son. No need to jump to conclusions.

Alright...