#sweet soft pyromaniac baby boy

[witchthewriter]

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 | 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟑

⤷ gender neutral, Valyrian blood (dragon rider), and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I kinda personified this group of dragons more than I have with the others...

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑

・You're actually apart of the royal family, your siblings already having bonded with either eggs from their crib or great beasts already living

・It felt embarrassing being the only one without a mount. It was true that not everyone in your family were dragonriders, but you didn't want to be anything but a dragonrider.

・You had heard stories of untrained dragons and with great bravery or stupidity, you went to find one

・Sheep Stealer and Grey Ghost have always stayed out of each other's ways. Not knowing what kind of dragon the other is (especially when the other wild dragon was a CANNIBAL)

・So neither Sheepstealer nor Grey Ghost stay in the Dragonpit

・With you, Sheepstealer is a lot more soft. It took time to build up that trust and reliance on one another.

・But once he realised that you weren't going to hurt or leave him, then the bond became one of the deepest ever seen

・When you're dreaming, it's as if you're in Sheep's head. Not controlling him, but seeing things from his eyes.

・And you can feel each other's emotions (like all dragon riders and their dragons) but it feels a lot deeper

・His favourite song would absolutely Sweet Carolina by Lana Del Rey. It would actually make him cry.

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓

・Doesn't like to share food (not that you'd eat his food? Never once have you tried to either. But every time he's eating, he you're near - he frowns and grunts)

・He was just used to being independent and fighting for his food.

・It took a long time for him to warm up to you. Not liking human interactions

・Knows many, many good secret hide outs... you love hiding in them with him. You aren't a people person either

・Once bit a handler... on the butt. It sounds comedic, but there was blood everywhere and holes in the man's buttcheek.

・Your father had to spend a lot of money for the man to be healed.

・(Grey Ghost wasn't chastised, your father too thought it hilarious)

・No one is allowed near Ghost except for you, I'm talking even existing near him.

・He likes his personal space

・Ghost actually got a bit of colour once you spent more time flying. He turned a beautiful silver instead of a dull grey and had a bit of a glimmer to his scales

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐗

・A pyromaniac; likes to hear the command 'Dracarys' (it's the fastest one he responds to)

・Likes hitting you with his tail and when you turn around to look at him, he's obviously looking somewhere else - but his lil dragon laugh gives him away

・But you got used to it and remember to duck everytime your back is towards him

・Is very competitive, especially against Arrax, who is the closest in age to him

・Crushing on Morning; likes her pretty pink scales. You know this because he rolls in anything pink (especially pink flowers)

・Would love country music unironically.

・Gives Dennis the Menace vibes but he is acutely aware of the trouble he causes. Loves chaos.

・Likes to gently bite your shoulder when your attention isn't on him

・IS afraid of cats. Pretends he's not but once when he was a baby dragon, your pet kitten swiped at him and from then on he was terrified...

・Vermax loves being called a "beautiful boy," "handsome man," etc but DO NOT DO IT IN FRONT OF ANYONE, HE WILL GET EMBARRASSED.

𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐗

・Bit shy for a dragon, still courageous and honorable. But prefers to be away from ... everyone

・Does like Tyraxes though; they seem to have similar souls. Some say they could've come from the same clutch of eggs

・Definitely a Libra or Pisces.

・For a long time he was scared of getting into trouble. But you've been working on it ... constantly reminding him he's a goddamn dragon.

・When Arrax is happy, he makes a trilling noise and the red scales/flaps on his neck and head shimmy

・Vermax has made fun of him for it but Moondancer growled at Vermax (therefore he never made fun of him ever again)

・LoVES LAYING HIS HEAD IN YOUR LAP. A very affectionate dragon, loves pets, being brushed down, having his wings gently touched.

・It's safe to say his love language is physical touch

・It took some time for him to be a confident flyer. But once he took off, he never looked back.

𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒

・A good boi, a very good boi. Does as he's told because his trust in you is unwavering

・When you look into his eyes, they almost seem ... human. They're a beautiful blue/green colour and seem to stare into your very soul

・You realised that at a young age, and swore to treat him exactly how you'd like to be treated

・Has youngest sibling energy (but the kind where the parents have a bunch of older children and for some reason have a baby in their 50s by accident)

・So technically youngest but basically grew up as an only child vibes

・...Loves baths. Like proper baths. You would bathe him as a little dragon. A tradition you and your mother started (because you, yourself hated bathing. So poor Tyraxes was subjected to it as well)

・Now that he's grown ... well ... the blacksmith had heavy pockets and no extra time on his hands for quite a while

・When the bath tub arrived just on the outskirts of the dragonpit, Tyraxes' tail wouldn't stop thumping. He knew exactly what it was for

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

・Aquarius asf

・Always pliant when it comes to be saddled up. Very good girl, you trained her yourself (or you were there for the majority of it)

・From a young age you found yourself talking to her as if she could understand you perfectly well. And now you still do it;

・She gives huffs and chuffs in response, smoke coming out of her nose when she heavily disagrees with something

・Knows about Vermax's crush on her but expects a lot of romantic gestures.

・She's also an Aquarius so they're pretty difficult to shack up with; their independence is highly important to them.

・Like a dog with bad experiences with men, Morning can sense when a person is trustworthy or not

・If they aren't ... SCORCHED. If they are ... UNSCORCHED.

・Literally takes it upon herself to administer justice

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑

・Quite calm in stressful situations

・Definitely more than you - not trying to be shady to you but Moondancer seems to know exactly what to do in like ... every situation?

・Nuzzles you with her nose

・Does adore when you clean her horns, I mean they're PEARLESCENT! (or chrome, however you want to see it)

・Absolutely adores music and will fly you to towns that are having festivals. (She's learned from experience that she can only fly over the top of the crowd and sit from afar...there have been some messy incidents in the past)

・Seems calm but is VERY overprotective of you. Will let you handle arguments until she can feel your heart racing and then she jumps in

・Likes adventure but not dangerous adventure. More so like finding pretty fields or lovely waterfalls.

[skylarsblue]

✦Call of Duty Bio Headcanons✦

(I know they have canon ages and heights and stuff, but listen. It's fiction, and I think I know better(/j). You can disagree, but these are my opinions. Also, obviously, not all of the info has changed.)

✧John Price✧

Age: 42 y.o Height: 6'2" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: "Sexy-Is-Sexy" (Or Pansexual) Middle Name: Samuel Likes: Whiskey, vintage radios, old westerns, horses, & mint ice cream. Dislikes: Streaming services, cigarettes(ironic), spicy food, dust, & cottage cheese. Birthday: January 1st Zodiac: Capricorn -Trivia- -Allergic to cats and didn't know until he moved out because his mother had like, four. Grew up around them his entire childhood and was honestly devastated when he realized they make him sick cause he loves'em. -He was definitely a fuck boy in high school/college. Not an asshole one, he made his intentions up front and he was overall sweet, but he didn't wanna be tied down. Ironic given how he ended up wanting the exact opposite later on. -Wishes he took better care of his teeth as a kid. They look great now but he has five fillings in his molars and one (now replaced), silver tooth all the way in the back. Phobia: Amenisphobia; The fear of amnesia Neuro...: Neurotypical

✧Kyle "Gaz" Garrick✧

Age: 26 y.o Height: 6'0" Pronouns: He/Him (I heavily support the trans!Gaz HC) Sexuality: Bisexual w/ a male preference Middle Name: Dylin Likes: Hot chocolate, the smell of lavender, coconut, licorice toffee, & nostalgic music. Dislikes: Milk, politics(irony again), Winter, grocery shopping, & spiders. Birthday: September 5th Zodiac: Virgo -Trivia- -Second oldest of four children, the only boy. He's a family man when it comes to his siblings, but not so much when it comes to his parents. Barely present father and a stressed out mother create for a shaky relationship with them. -Cannot cook to save his life. Man lives off of delivery, MREs, and cup noodles. He knows like...four dishes, and most of them are really simple. -Struggles decorating and making outfits cause he likes tons of different aesthetics. Everything from Scene Kid(for his inner teen) to streetwear. His version of housed decor are a bunch of plants. (Fake so they don't die when he's on deployment) Phobia: Arachnophobia; fear of arachnids/spiders. Neuro...: Neurodivergent (Dyslexia)

✧Johnny "Soap" MacTavish✧

Age: 29 y.o Height: 5'8" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Omnisexual Middle Name: Neil (heh) Likes: Knickknacks, loud music, punk aesthetic, chickens, & football(aka Soccer for us pathetic Americans). Dislikes: Silence, sitting still, vague answers, being told what to do, & big dogs. Birthday: August 12th Zodiac: Leo -Trivia- -Constantly on & off with a caffeine addiction. He'll do really good about just drinking water, then he'll have one energy drink and he's fucked it all up again. -The scar on his chin is from a dog, the scar in his eyebrow is from a fight he got in as a teenager. He got in a lot of trouble as a teen. -Borderline pyromaniac, honestly. Hyperfixated on fire as a kid and now he's really happy to be a bombtech. Bro loves blowing shit up. Phobia: Cynophobia; fear of dogs. Neuro...: Neurodivergent (ADHD, hyperlexia)

✧Simon "Ghost" Riley✧

Age: 36 y.o Height: 6'4" Pronouns: He/It (Using "it" makes him seem more ominous, which he thinks is fun) Sexuality: Gay or Homoflexible, demisexual/demiromantic probably Middle Name: Achilles Likes: Birds, alternative indie music, dark chocolate, Victorian architecture, & murder mystery books. Dislikes: Snakes, graveyards, the dark(when it's completely pitch black), 99% of physical touch, & fluorescent lights. Birthday: December 30th Zodiac: Capricorn -Trivia- -He'll never admit it but he loves babies. They're super tiny and super cute, and Simon's heart always melts when one's around. Alas, he's also terrified of scaring them or getting attached, so he avoids babies as best he can. Can't have people thinking he's soft. -Makes the best steak in Manchester. Sometimes his seasoning is bland but the meat itself is perfection, you won't find any better. Melts in your mouth every time. It's a steak equivalent of 6 orgasms. It IS an orgasm. He makes great fucking steak. -Isn't fond of pure silence like Soap, but he doesn't often wanna fill it with loud sounds. He has a playlist of softer, more instrumental songs for this. Or he'll listen to nature sounds. He likes quiet, just not silent. Phobia: Taphephobia; the fear of being buried alive. Neuro...: Neurodivergent (Autistic, dyscalculia)

✧Alejandro Vargas✧

Age: 38 y.o Height: 5'11" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual (Maybe Poly? He's not sure) Middle Name: N/A Likes: Hot drinks, the smell of roses, his nieces/nephews, physical affection, & cowboy hats. Dislikes: Sweaty palms, tourist-y Americans, caramel sauce, white-lies, & the feeling of glue. Birthday: March 25th Zodiac: Aries -Trivia- -Was with Valeria for awhile, but differences, stress, and Valeria discovering she was pretty gay broke them up. They had some tension, but he wasn't bitter towards her. Until she betrayed them, of course. -Was actually the last of his friend group to lose his virginity. He's a passionate, flirty man, but he's not throwing that kind of trust out willy-nilly. He had a few relationships but didn't reach that point until he was like, 19, about to turn 20. He asked a friend to share the moment with him. ...a close friend. -Cannot function in the cold at all. And his definition of cold is 21 degrees Celsius. (70 Fahrenheit for us Americans) He layers and complains all day, he's got a fuckin' heated blanket. A heated blanket owner in fucking MEXICO. Phobia: Coulrophobia; the fear of clowns Neuro...: Neurotypical

✧Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra✧

Age: 38 y.o Height: 5'9" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual (Also maybe poly but he's very hesitant about it) Middle Name: N/A Likes: Ice baths, windchimes, baked sweets(mostly pie), clean handwriting, & naps on the couch. Dislikes: Cutting onions, heavy blankets, confrontation(with like, loved ones. Not on duty, obviously), slow walkers, & reptiles. Birthday: June 20th Zodiac: Gemini -Trivia- -Super good at singing, but he never does, because he's embarrassed. His mother would often encourage him to sing when he was younger at family gatherings, and now he cringes when someone hears him sing and comments on it. -His house is full of fans. Some rooms have more than one. They're running basically all the time, as well as the AC. Sometimes he has to get a family member to go home and turn them off when he's on a long mission. -He knew Alejandro before Alejandro knew him. When they were kids, Rudy was shy and had some problems with his health(exercise induced asthma mostly), so he didn't go out of his way to befriend other kids much. But he was a people watcher, and Alejandro was the most fun to watch. They actually met because one of Alejandro's friends pointed it out and called him creepy, only for Alejandro to defend him. Then they became super close friends! Phobia: Bufonophobia; the fear of toads Neuro...: Neurodivergent (Autistic, echolalia)

✧Valeria Garza✧

Age: 39 y.o Height: 5'7" Pronouns: She/It Sexuality: Sapphic Demiromantic Middle Name: N/A Likes: Expensive paintings, perfect nail-polish, sandalwood incense, lemon water, & flowers. Dislikes: Shaving, back-talk, tiny text on documents or books, chunky rings, & pineapple. Birthday: January 23rd Zodiac: Aquarius -Trivia- -Has a pull to religious imagery in a darker light because of religious trauma. Roman Catholicism is quite common in Mexico, but her parents were really heavy about it. To the point it makes Valeria bitter over it. She has a rocky relationship with God, but finds Mary comforting. Because when she was brought to church, but wanted to hide, she'd hide beside a Mary statue in a corner. -She has an odd sleep schedule. She often only gets four hours of sleep, but she doesn't seem to be tired at any point. In fact, the more sleep she gets, the more lethargic she is that day. -Her first girlfriend was when she was still in the military. A traveling medic from Italy. Unfortunately, the flame came and went thanks to the medic having to leave. Valeria has moved on, but she does mourn their lost time sometimes and has a little dream of meeting her again one day. Though she knows that's not practical. Phobia: Ecclesiophobia; the fear of church Neuro...: Neurotypical

✧Alex Keller✧

Age: 36 y.o Height: 6'1" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Heteroflexible Middle Name: Sebastian (he's embarrassed about this) Likes: Golden retrievers, bad jokes, most seafood, provolone cheese, & hummus. Dislikes: Thanksgiving, the sound of rubbing styrofoam, being told to "do what he wants"(makes him feel aimless), tobacco smell, & overzealousness. (He likes simplicity...excluding his tattoos) Birthday: December 2nd Zodiac: Sagittarius -Trivia- -He doesn't really talk to his family excluding holidays. BUT, he will always keep in contact with his older sister, and his niece by proxy. They're the only two that made him feel wanted in his family. He wasn't abused in his mind, but he wasn't paid attention to much either. He always seemed overshadowed by something/someone, and as he got older, he got tired of feeling like an outcast in his own family. So he slowly drifted away and he goes on the guidance of orders he receives. -Probably born in a small town in a place like Utah. He's got small-town-mid-south manners. But I like to imagine he spent a lot of his time in California too, he seems like he'd enjoy the sun and the ocean. -Picks up languages really quick, somehow. At least, when he's around people that speak it. If he had to learn purely from books, he'd have choppy speech at best. He's fluent in English, Spanish, and Arabic. Also, knows a bit of ASL, but he's still working on that one. Phobia: Lilapsophobia; the fear of hurricanes/tornadoes Neuro...: Neurodivergent (Hyperlexia, SPD)

✧Farah Ahmed Karim✧

Age: 30 y.o Height: 5'5" Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Aliquaromantic Demi-Bisexual Middle Name: N/A Likes: Poppies, motorcycles, pretty much any food with chickpeas, super spicy stuff, and the sky at dusk. Dislikes: Overly salty things, riddles, genuine cockiness, the feeling of rust(that includes on spoons...), & long winded responses. Birthday: July 1st Zodiac: Cancer -Trivia- -Keeps her hair long despite the fact it's annoying to deal with sometimes. Purely for sentimental reasons. To her, it represents the growth she's had as a person. A far cry from the buzz-cut she was forced into when under someone else's control. So she refuses to cut it. -She will never use it, and she despises it, but she's semi-fluent in Russian. Being around it for so long made her pick it up. It works well if she needs to translate, but she'll be caught dead before she speaks Russian. -Honestly can't cook for shit. She doesn't know what the hell she's doing in the kitchen and basically relies on MREs or the skills of others. She's not a picky eater though, and she'll always finish what's put in front of her, even if she's not fond of it. Phobia: Agniophobia; fear of choking Neuro...: Neurotypical

✧Konig✧

Age: 28 y.o Height: 6'10" Pronouns: He/They Sexuality: Bisexual Middle Name: Obercht (Bonus)Last Name: Badubrecht Likes: Making bracelets, boxing(watching or doing), soda, heavy metal, & fresh bread. Dislikes: Certain kinds of wool, small cars, low doorframes, having to go to the medic, & the smell of hay. Birthday: March 9th Zodiac: Pisces -Trivia- -Was bullied all through high school for various things. His demeanor, his size, his hair(which was long), his cleft lip scar, etc. It took until he hit the largest growth spurt he ever had in secondary school when people began to stop poking fun, but instead avoid him. He maybe had 2-3 actual friends in his entire life before the military. And even now he mostly has acquaintances, not friends. -Doesn't talk to his mother, she was overbearing and cruel, mostly because Konig looks a lot like his father. He doesn't really talk to his father much because the man is hard to talk to. He's not completely cut off, but they are estranged. Konig's grandma hears from him almost every day, sometimes twice a day. She's a badass in her 90s who has never done him wrong, and he would blow up the entire world if anything happened to her. -Sometimes Konig gets comments that say he's got multiple personalities. (By uneducated people, clearly) Because he seems to switch dramatically between modes depending on time, place, and circumstance. Sometimes he's childish and giggly, cute even. Sometimes he's silent, unreadable, and withdrawn. And on the battlefield he's...inhuman, terrifying, and nothing short of bloodthirsty. Phobia: Equinophobia; the fear of horses. Neuro...: Neurodivergent (autistic)

[axolotlsketches]

LOVE the way you draw martin 🥺💚💚💚

Thank u!! More martins coming soon ;o)

[amerrierworld]

Oh, brother

for the request: Galadriel and her brothers

Summary: Galadriel’s surprise birthday bash! Modern AU 

Characters: Galadriel x Celeborn, a whole lot of Silmarillion and LOTR elves :D

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: none really, family fluff, annoying older brothers. a whole lot of blondes. 

If there was one thing Galadriel couldn’t stand, it’s surprises. She likes to know when things happen and have everything planned out. If she had the choice to foresee the future, she totally would.

But Celeborn wasn’t like his wife. And he really couldn’t refuse three ruthless blondes from barging into his home to throw a surprise birthday party for Galadriel, their baby sister. They would’ve broken the door down anyways.

It was a weekday, so of course Galadriel was working. Celeborn had taken the day off to pick up the cake that Galadriel had chosen for herself, and pick Celebrian up earlier than usual from school to help get a few decorations. The decor included a handful of balloons, and some party hats, which were mostly for their daughter than for Galadriel herself.

The door practically shook in its hinges at the sudden knock later that afternoon, making Celeborn jump. If it had been Galadriel, he would have been worried, but she had said she was working late. So who on earth...

“Celebooooooorn!”

“Oh... great.” Celeborn sighed and cursed internally. He set his laptop aside next to where Celebrian was colouring and hurried to the door, bracing himself.

“Is that Uncle Angrod?”

“Sadly.. yes,” Celeborn grumbled. He opened up and nearly fell back at the sight of three grinning faces. They were carrying large plastic bags and a few gift bags, and he immediately regretted opening the door.

They pushed inside, with Celebrian jumping into one of her uncles’ arms without any preamble, and Celeborn had a looming sense of dread about why they had shown up randomly at their home.

Finrod was the eldest, and the more approachable of the three. He explained their plans to set up a surprise party. 

“You know she hates surprise parties! The actual birthday dinner is this weekend, you know that!”

“Yes, yes, we know, but we figured we’d do something different this time.”

“Why?!”

“Galadriel works wayyy too much, Celeborn,” Aegnor huffed, flopping down on their couch. His blonde mullet was sleek and straight, and Celeborn caught a section of pure white that shot through one side of his hairdo. Another last-minute dye job, no doubt. “You both work way too much. If you’re not going to do anything about it, then we will.”

“She’ll kill us all.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Come on, help me with the disco ball.”

“The disco ball?!”

-

Galadriel knew what was going to happen the minute she pulled up to her home. If the half a dozen extra cars in the street didn’t say anything, the flashing lights from the living room window gave enough away. She sat inside her car, genuinely debating if she should speed away and just come back in the morning, leaving Celeborn to deal with the aftermath of what looked like an attempt at some sort of party.

But then she remembered her chosen cake and pursed her lips in defiance. She had been very excited to eat it, and curl up with her own  family to just watch a silly movie the rest of the night. She’d find a way to enjoy her birthday, even with her nagging extended family.

But the first person who greeted her at the door wasn’t her husband or any of her relatives. It was Gandalf, with a butterfly painted on his cheek and a top hat on his head. He had a juice box in hand and pulled her into a hug when he saw her in the hallway.

“Happy birthday, dear friend!” 

“Oh, Gandalf. What have you done?”

“For once, this idea wasn’t mine. I was simply invited.”

“I’m sure you arrived on time.”

“I always do!”

He promised there’d be no fireworks this time; when he had set off his pyromaniacal schemes last, poor Radagast’s hedges and flowerbeds had burned to a crisp. 

In the kitchen, Celeborn was nursing a wine glass filled with apple juice. Galadriel didn’t see any alcohol opened anywhere, which did help relieve her stress. He saw her come in and his face scrunched up in an apologetic expression, and it made her laugh.

“My love.. I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t start, Celeborn. What’s done is done. I suppose I’ll be forced to enjoy my birthday now?”

He grimaced and sipped his drink a little more. “If it helps, Celebrian is enjoying herself immensely.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“Orodreth is here. I promise everything is family-friendly, even if it is a little... wild.”

“Was the disco ball Aegnor’s idea?”

“Yes.”

“Of course.”

Galadriel’s siblings were all successful, hard-working people. At least, when they were on their own. Once you put the three brothers together, all hell would break loose. Despite their sheer differences, they were able to put things together and become a team. Often to the dismay of their younger sister who had to endure the torture.

Finrod was the eldest, and therefore the most responsible. He was a successful CEO who took his time to travel and explore every corner of the world. He was stern-faced, and defiantly defensive of his family and his life choices. 

Angrod was the middle brother, and the most outlandish. His passion could lead to anger very quickly, but it made him the most emotionally expressive. His son was practically the sheer opposite of him. Orodreth was a little older than Celebrian, and very soft-spoken and quiet. He was incredibly gifted and intellectual, but you would never be able to read his face and discern that yourself.

And Aegnor was the unhinged youngest brother. As an artist and creative thinker, he explored one medium of art to the next. Galadriel believed he had a lot of potential, and being the two youngest they bonded and got along very well. But she had no idea where his life would lead him. One week it would be pottery, the other it would become architecture. But he was kind and encouraging, which made him the most favourable to babysit Celebrian out of the three uncles.

But once put together, all precedented rules of their characters went out the window.

Eldalote was in the bathroom giving people painted faces, and Galadriel assumed that was where Gandalf got his colourful butterfly. She knocked on the door and came in on Orodreth getting a big fish painted on his forehead. Her daughter was watching diligently next to her aunt as she painted. She had a large flower and heart on one cheek, and a party hat tied snugly on her head.

The minute she saw her mother she squealed and ran into her arms. Galadriel picked her up swiftly, and suddenly felt she  couldn’t be mad at her brothers anymore. Nor could she be mad about them getting ahead of themselves and starting the party before she got home. It made it easier to blend in rather than have all the focus on her as soon as she had opened the door.

“Hello, sweetheart,” she nuzzled her daughter’s unpainted cheek who began babbling about the party thus far. Orodreth said a shy hello and wished her a happy birthday. Galadriel wondered how her idiot, reckless brother had ended up with such a diligent and sweet son. Nonetheless, she gave him a hug before Celebrian tugged her back to the living room, where the main socializing seemed to be happening.

The three elder brothers were plotting in a huddled group near the disco ball, and as soon as they saw Galadriel, they swarmed her. Aegnor set Celebrian on his hip, and Celeborn rushed to Galadriel’s side, still looking a little forlorn and guilty for letting the party get so rowdy.

“Sister! Happy fucking-”

“Hey! There’s kids.”

“Sorry. Happy freaking birthday, sis. Do you like our party?”

“I hate it.” Galadriel crossed her arms, but her eyes were twinkling. “You know how I hate surprises.”

“Hey, that’s why we’re not giving you a speech, alright? You should thank me.” Aegnor bumped Finrod with his fist. “Fin was planning on drawling on for forever if we hadn’t stopped him.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Finrod rolled his eyes, but he gave Galadriel a quick side hug. “We know you never celebrate yourself, Galadriel. So this is for you. We practically had to tie down your husband to let us decorate.”

“I mean, clearly.” Galadriel looked at the overwhelming amount of  paper decorations and bright balloons. “He’d never allow it to look so hideous if he could help it.”

“You wound me, sister,” Angrod clutched his chest. 

“Your cake remains untouched though,” Celeborn pointed out. “That’s the one thing I was able to protect. The rest of the house.. not so much.”

“Oh, well I suppose that’s alright,” Galadriel sighed. She watched the small group of friends and other people in her life gather in the living room and other spots in the house. The music was cheery but not blaring. And from the looks of it.. people brought their own dinner items, like an impromptu potluck.

Elwing and Earendil came over to greet Galadriel with happy smiles and a congratulations. The couple were constantly glued to each others’ side, and Galadriel was glad to have another set of seemingly sane parents in their social circle.

Their twins, Elros and Elrond, were sprawled out on the carpet with Lego and toy cars. Elrond’s face had been smeared with cupcake icing that he had scarfed down, and Galadriel watched, amused, as her daughter went over to him, tutting like she often would. She had a napkin in hand and proceeded to wipe his face, effectively smearing the icing even further onto his cheeks. 

The sight made her chuckle, and the initial stress she had seemed to finally leave. She supposed she could enjoy as much of it as possible. 

“To be fair, this party is looking to be the best I’ve ever had.” She looked around, slipping her hand into Celeborn’s. “Food I don’t have to pay for. No idiot college friends or condescending relatives. Kids who are actually enjoying themselves? I’d rank this in the top five, boys.”

“Then our work here is done!” Aegnor declared, bouncing Celebrian who giggled happily in his arms. “Now let’s get that cake.”

“Nuh-uh,” Galadriel wagged a finger at him. “That’s for me and my family alone. There’s enough food for you behind you. Go on, you swine.”

Aegnor stuck out his tongue, and she swatted him. He went off to explore the dishes that were laid out on the dining table. So did the rest of the group; going to get their faces painted or wolf down whatever fatty snacks were in reach. Galadriel turned to her husband and gave him a firm kiss.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t defend our fortress, my lady,” he sighed. She rolled her eyes. 

“It’s quite alright. I’m not angry. Maybe because I was met with a very gleeful Gandalf at the door rather than my overbearing siblings. Besides, we didn’t even have to cook.”

He laughed. “I knew that would be the thing to win you over.”

A/N: I love these guys ;-; This is my character interpretation of Galadriel’s brothers/family in a modern AU. I posted this out of order for CB’s birthday- I finished it over a week ago but then I realized how close it was to the 14th so I just waited! I hope you enjoy my loves 

[mccall-me-maurice]

Here’s a headcanon list because I haven’t made a proper one apparently ((under the cut because it’s super long shsjsjjsjsjs))

Jack

Definitely Scottish and that’s why he was called ugly

Comes from a stupidly wealthy and high class family

The oldest out of everyone, also the tallest after puberty

Has 6 siblings in total, making them a family of 9

Head of the debate team because he can carry a debate for 35365382 years

He LOVES 80s rock music and wouldn’t tell a soul

Is very self conscious because of his fathers words to him but will never admit it

Has an emotionally abusive father, who divorced his mother and remarried his physically abusive and homophobic stepmother

Jack is hella dyslexic and i will stand by the fact that he struggles with reading

Ralph

GLASSES. HE DESPERATELY NEEDS THEM TO READ

Has a lot of beauty marks on his face

He’s also very much French and will speak it when he’s really really mad because he finds it easier

Born on Halloween (October 31st) and plays the “it’s my birthday, you can’t be mean to me” card when someone insults his costumes

Very athletic. Like VERY ATHLETIC. Captain of the schools soccer team

Also the student council president and kind of a suck up to the teachers lmao

Really good at violin because he got pressured by his father to play an instrument

His mother passed when he was 10-12, leaving him alone with his father who just tries his hardest to parent a sarcastic teenager

Listens to Taylor Swift and Avril Lavigne

Pyromaniac 100%. Loves fire and will light candles whenever necessary

Simon

Helps his mother run her flower shop and spends after school hours working there

Usually holds the parties the choir throws because he’s the most social and his parents are very friendly

Has epilepsy and faints very frequently

A huge fan of musicals, specifically Grease, Dirty Dancing, and Hairspray

Rarely spends time indoors, he’s usually out biking by the park or walking around with someone

Paints rocks and gifts them to people when he thinks they’re feeling down

Roger

Huge emo phase as a teenager. Lip piercing, ear piercings, eyeliner, MCR, the whole 9

Comes from a Russian background and taught himself how to speak it to remind himself of his parents

An orphan and lives alone, both parents dying in a tragic accident

Spends most of his time with Jack or Simon, probably being a bad influence

He does have a soft spot for certain choir members and has fought on their behalf before (Simon, Robert, and Henry)

Has a pet black cat that he cares for with his life because it was the one thing that survived the accident

Sam

Super smart, like takes chemistry and advanced classes because he dedicates his time to his education. He usually does Eric’s homework for him

Fluent in German, Italian and English and was born and raised in Germany. However, he is best at English

Hates birthdays because he doesn’t understand the big deal around them

Gets very anxious in social situations and usually comes off as extremely awkward

Once dyed the tips of his hair a soft pink but quickly got rid of it because he was teased for it

Younger than Eric by a total of 12 minutes, which Eric uses to his advantage

Into super cheesy Romantic Comedies because he’s a sucker for a happy end

Maurice

ITALIAN. LIKE VERY ITALIAN SO VERY ITALIAN. A PASTA BOY

Born on April fools day so roger calls him a joke

His closet is somehow made up of flannels and two t shirts and he still wears different clothing every day

Uses different humour styles on different people because he wants to make everyone laugh

Very into affection, even if it’s from friends. He’s heavily touch reliant

Also really smart but plays it off as though he isn’t

Eric

Sarcastic little boy

Very easily picks up on languages. He’s fluent in German, English, Italian, French, Spanish, and Japanese

Not as smart as Sam, in fact he majors in art and his parents are like hey what the fuck you vs Sam?

Really likes the nighttime over the daytime

Not very open about his emotions which leads to a lot of bad things

Spends most of his time around Sam and cracking jokes. He also makes fun of Ralph very often

Robert

Comes from a family of 7, most of them being younger so he plays older brother a lot

Likes his popcorn burnt and nobody knows why

Very persistent, he never gets bored of doing anything

Percival’s older cousin so he’s very protective of him

Generally friends with everyone, despite Jack and Ralph not getting along

Not the best student but really doesn’t care enough to work on his grades. He has potential but wastes it

A sci-fi nerd and will ramble about it

He’s still baby tho, I love him

Piggy

Heavily relies on Ralph for anything even slightly aggressive

Helps his auntie run the sweet shop and spends most of his free time there

Is also extremely smart but everyone is aware of it

Used to be a boy scout because I said so

His name is Peter, that’s generally agreed on though

[simonxriley]

Deputy Maci Dalton x Sharky Boshaw

A fan whirred in the corner of a small room with a plain bed; a bed which contained two figures under the sheets. Deputy Maci Dalton and her lover Sharky Boshaw were in haphazard positions, a leg flung out in the open here and an arm tossed over the edge of the bed there. Maci’s eyes fluttered open, bleary from sleep as she brushed chestnut hair from her face and glanced at her companion who was still soundly asleep. His strong features so lax in his slumber, the deputy couldn’t help but smile while tracing a finger down his jawline. His nose scrunched up and he shook his head lightly. “That tickles…” He murmured, eyes staying shut. “Sorry, you’re too handsome to resist.” She replied and her finger trailed lower to his collarbone, tracing the raised sections with a feather touch. A deep chuckle rose from him and his eyes opened slowly, “Right back at you… minus the handsome part.” 

The deputy swiftly climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. “What if I wanna be handsome too?” She asked and leaned over him, her hair creating a curtain on either side of them. “Then you can be handsome.” Sharky rose up to meet her lips unexpectedly, his hands tangling easily in her hair as they share a soft embrace. When they parted, their features were both spread wide in sleepy grins. 

Soon, the pair were both standing and throwing on something to wear to prepare for another day in Hope County. “So, what’s the agenda today?” Sharky asked while tugging a pair of blue jeans over his cartoon print boxers. 

“I’m gonna ask Mary May if she’s heard anything on her end, but other than that I don’t have anything I have to do.”

“Well, maybe you could come with me today to throw back a few beers and catch some rainbow trout? I found a great spot just south of the Rye’s.” The man was calling out from the en suite, where he was trying desperately to smooth his hair down before putting on his signature ball cap. Deputy Dalton considered this a moment, “If Mary May doesn’t have anything for me, I’m down!” She decided. The Resistance had been working her quite hard lately, so what was the shame in taking a vacation day with her boyfriend? After grabbing a dark green flannel to go with her jeans and white tee, she decided that would do and opened the creaky door to the upstairs hallway. Her hiking boots took each step carefully, as she knew Mary May was a little behind on repairs with the whole cult business. 

“Morning barkeep!” Maci called and stepped into the quiet din of the bar, which already had patrons at 10am. Sharky made significantly more noise as he followed her path down the stairs, and headed straight for the bar. Mary May stood there with a washcloth in one hand and a beer in the other, looking the part. “Morning sleeping beauty, I thought deputies would wake up earlier.” She chided while setting the cloth down in favour of another cold beer, which she promptly handed to them as they both took a stool. “Yuck it up, a girl needs her rest after spending all her days kicking peggie ass,” Maci took the beverage happily- nursing it as she got to her point “So, you keep your ear to the ground, heard anything new lately? Or do I officially have a free day?” 

“No news here, looks like it’s all you!” She confirmed, holding up a finger to them as she moved to the other side of the bar to help some other patrons. Maci turned to Sharky with a satisfied look as she took another swig from the bottle. “Looks like I’m all yours today!” She winked playfully. “Lucky me, you’re awful hard to book nowadays.” He replied and downed the rest of his drink before standing abruptly, and taking her hand “You ready to go? I’ve already got some rods in my truck.” The brunette nodded, tipping her bottle up more to finish off the bitter alcohol. “Let’s hit the road Jack!” She hopped off the stool, following him out the door to his Jeep. 

  The Jeep peeled out of Fall’s End and proceeded to barrell down the uneven dirt road, Maci held onto the ‘oh shit’ handle, saying “Jesus, Sharky! Do you always have to drive like a maniac?” He looked over to her, taking his eyes completely off the road, “Yes I do, caution when driving is not a necessity, like my grandma used to say!” 

“The same grandma who said ‘suns out, guns out’?” 

“The one and only. R.I.P. Nana Boshaw!” He called out, taking a hand off the wheel to gesture to the sky and causing the car to swerve violently. The deputy grabbed hold of the wheel, which allowed Sharky to do the whole Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. “You’re crazy..” She gave him a playful glare until he grabbed the wheel once more. “Okay, okay I’ll try to slow it down.”  She shook her head, a smile on her features nonetheless as they careened towards the fishing hole. 

  When they finally arrived, the smell of grass and water permeated the air, it was sweet and outdoorsy. They parked at the trailhead that led down to the lake, stepping out of the vehicle as dust clouds settled from Sharky’s abrupt stop. “So, what’re we fishing?” Maci asked, slipping her hand into his. “Rainbow trout, the gayest kind.” He responded in a serious tone, causing her to giggle. The two of them grabbed all of their supplies, a backpack and two woven lawn chairs.

Stepping out into the open- they saw the wide Henbane river stretching on in a blue line for miles in either direction. “I’ve always loved this river. Fishin’ here with my ma, hunting the deer that drink at the shore with my dad.” Sharky reminisced while handing Maci her pole, and setting down the green backpack. “It is beautiful, it’s one of the first things that drew me in when I came here.” Maci responded thoughtfully and watched him unzip the backpack and pull out a round white container. “Got worms?” Sharky asked and held the container next to his face like an advertisement. The couple shared a laugh and Sharky pulled out a worm for each hook. 

They dipped their lines in the water, watching the white twine disappear in the murky depths held afloat only by a bobber. “Now we wait.” Maci said, pulling up one of the chairs they’d brought as Sharky mirrored her. The clouds floated slowly through the bright blue sky, and the sun shined down on them with just enough heat. It was an idyllic afternoon. Maci’s bobber ducked under water for a moment, only to rise again. She grabbed the tiny handle on her rod and reeled in slowly, enticing the trout to try for her bait again, the effort was shown to be successful as the bobber disappeared once more, and she yanked the rob upwards to hook the fish, exclaiming “I got one!” 

“Oh shit, way to go baby!” Sharky cheered her on while she spun the handle, pulling the fish closer and closer to the shore. They could see it thrashing in the water- making frothy waves. Seconds later, it’s gleaming pink and green scales shone in the bright sunlight as it flopped around in the air. Maci grabbed the line, pulling the fish over to grab it by the gill and fiddle with the hook, “Good thing this guy isn’t a messy eater, I wasn’t wanting to pull the hook from his mouth.” She commented and pulled the hook from it’s lip. “Good thing you’re such a fishing pro, look at this guy!” Sharky mused and gave her a proud smile. The trout was about 12 inches in length, and thick. “Yeah what can I say, I’m just that good.” Maci boasted jokingly, “What do you say we cook this bad boy up?” She asked him. The man nodded, saying “I’ll get the fire going!” and set his rod down to go to the treeline for tinder. She took the fish over to a beached log nearby, setting the now unmoving body down and pulling out her pocket knife to descale and clean it. 

Once the fish’s skin was fully exposed and the fillets were visible, she drew her knife right against the spine and cut off sections handing them to Sharky. “Man, why is fish so good but so gross?”  He pondered and pierced the sections on a stick, roasting them over the fire he’d produced rather quickly. “Looks like you don’t even need a flamethrower.” She said, tossing the skeleton and scraps into the reeds. “They don’t call me a pyromaniac for nothing!” He joked and set one of the now crispy fillets on a plate he’d drawn from the backpack. “This smells so good, I can’t wait to dig in!” She said and took a seat adjacent to him, and he handed her a beer to match his own that he’d produced from a cooler in the back of the Jeep.

As soon as the fillets were done- they both grabbed their share and snarfed it down. “A beer does not a breakfast make.” Maci said and popped the last savory piece of meat into her mouth. “I personally think I could live off of beer.” He replied with a shrug. “That’s because you have a problem, man o’ mine.” She said and gently punched his arm. 

“You may think I got a drinking problem, but I’ve got no problem drinking at all.” He said, his voice a little muffled from the meat in his mouth. He washed it down with some beer and leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach. “I’m positively stuffed!” Maci nodded, taking a drink from her own bottle and looking into the dwindling fire. “Too bad you didn’t catch anything.” She said, glancing at him. “Why would I need to catch anything when I’ve already got you?” He asked with a goofy grin, and held out his hand. She took it with a smile of her own, the heat from the fire not the only thing that warmed them.

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I absolutely LOVED it, thank you! 💜 You got Maci’s personality down to the T along with her relationship with Skarky!! I don’t think I laughed so much while reading something in a long time!

[waterloou]

Hello All!!!!! Wow! We’re at two wonderful months in OC Extravaganza Saturdays! Sorry this is a day late, but there’s still some absolutely fantastic ocs to share with y’all!

Here’s a masterlist of all the past weeks oc Saturdays!

OC SATURDAY MASTERLIST

Also know that you are free to submit your own oc or other ocs anytime through my inbox or dms! A lot of ocs have been submitted in both ways!

If y’all ever need to chat about your ocs, need help developing them, need help with an fc, etc, my msgs are always open!

Below are the five ocs that are featured with links to most things they’ve been featured in! Enjoy!

Blaise “Phoenix “ Shongo created by @humangrumpycat

Character intro

Mythology moodboard

Blurb:

‘Dude…’

‘My mom isn’t like yours, Phoenix,’ Viper mentions. ‘She won’t hear me out.’

Phoenix nods, slowly pushing his soda to Viper.

‘What did you do, by the way?’ Phoenix asks. ‘You didn’t get caught with my machete, did you? It’s my third, they won’t let me buy another one if I lose this one.’

‘Your machete’s fine,’ Viper sighs. ‘I gave it to Joker. His parents are visiting his sick aunt... or uncle, I don’t know.’

She takes a sip from Phoenix’ soda, waiting for Phoenix to calm down again.

‘I threw a beer can at a man’s head.’

‘They arrest you for throwing beer cans at people’s heads now?’ Phoenix grunts.

‘When they’re full? Yes.’

Phoenix snorts, leaning back until he almost falls off the stool.

‘I’m surprised they let you out,’ he jokes.

‘Yeah,’ Viper smirks. ‘A “little” birdie told me that if I pretend it’s an accident, they got nothing on me.’

‘Byrdie?’ Phoenix says, furrowing his eyebrows. ‘Why would she tell you that? I thought she’d be avoiding you since your mom sucker-punched her.’

Phoenix is a chaotic, pyromaniac who is easy to love! Go give him some love!

Freyja Thompson created by @vannahsunshine

Character intro

You don’t always have to be the hero(and you don’t always have to be the villain)

Moodboards: boxing 2

Nerve AU

Gay dads

I love Freyja’s give no shits like barely anyone attitude. She makes a lovely, but sullen addition to the serpent gang. Go give her some love!

Kimmy Hanson created by @cigarettesafterserpents

Character Intro

Riverdale Rugrats part one part two part three

Kimmy is adorable and a breath of fresh air! Go give her some love!

Jericho Jones created by @lorettastwilight

Character intro

Jericho Jones x season 1

(Looking under the tag ‘oc: jericho jones’ on their page will lead you to much much more content for this lovely oc)

Jericho is definitely one of the most unique Jones ocs I’ve ever run across. She’s awesome and complex and I love her a lot! Go give her some love!

Russell Macdermot created by @s-s-southsideserpentine

Character asks 1 2

Blurb:

“It’s your turn,” Talia would murmur to her husband as she molded herself around her body pillow, trying to soak up as many hours of half-sleep that she possibly could. With a groan, Russell would push himself up from the depths of the flannel bedsheets, grey sweatpants hanging low on his developing beer gut as he shuffled his way through the darkness and into the nursery.

“C’mon buddy,” He would mutter, clumsily picking up Robbie under his arms and nuzzling the fussy baby against his bare chest. Russell bounced the baby up and down in the way the nurse said should be soothing to the child, but was proving to be the opposite. He can hear Talia tossing and turning though the thin walls, a Mother’s ear was always tuned to the needs of their child. Robbie hiccuped, a soft sound that was less obtrusive to the ears than his cries. Looking into his son’s teary brown eyes, Russell feels a pang of something, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He carries the boy into the living room, knocking over picture frames and novelty snow globes as he searched the shelves with one arm before he finally found was he was looking for. The hard plastic of the cd player was cold in Russell’s hands, the thin plastic headphones clattering as they dragged against the shag carpet as he made his way over to the couch. Being enveloped by the plush cushions, Russell rests baby Robbie against his chest as he untangles his headphones and switches the CD player on. Already knowing what disc is tucked inside it, Russell skips all the way to track six, pushing the headphones down around his neck and turning up the volume so that they both could listen:

The peaceful, rhythmic finger-plucking of the guitar is soft in the crackly headphone speakers, as soothing circles against the soft skin of Robbie’s small back, trying his best to lull the child to sleep for at least a few more hours. Robbie stirs against his father’s chest, tiny toes curling and uncurling as he began to breathe easier. His chubby baby fist reaches to close around one of his dad’s long fingers and Russell finds himself nuzzling his nose into the barely-there tufts of towhead blonde hair on Robbie’s head.

“Someone told me there’s a girl out there, with love in her eyes and flowers, in her hair….The sea was red and the sky was grey, Wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today”

The music is quiet enough that Russell can hear his son's soft snores, giving the man a sense of relief knowing that he would be able to get some shut-eye that night. “Definitely my son,” he murmurs into the darkness, laughter bubbling as Zeppelin kept playing and Robert Plant kept crooning on about beginning again in California.

“Don’t tell your mom, but this is who I named you after…” Russell whispered into the sleeping baby’s ear, pulling his son closer as he restarted the song and closed his eyes before dozing off on the couch.

Russell is a sweet ol dad who has some communication problems at times. His passion for music is rather incredible and pretty darn endearing. Go give him some love!!

[savetheblackpaladin]

Hey I love your blog! It's my favourite! Could you do a Shiro imagine where it's years after Voltron and him and his s/o have children and it's all cute and fluffy! 💖💖💖

ok, so I got a lot of this type of request so I’ll just do random HC’s, yeah? Mostly because if I broke these all up they would probably be extremely similar

Shiro’s got twin girls and he’s Blessed™ every morning he gets to see their beautiful faces

we’re continuing with the twins from earlier posts: Astrid and Hayden

if you didn’t think he cried when he got his first ‘#1 Dad’ you’re fucking wrong because this man bawled

it’s his favorite mug

until his daughters grow up more and start making him one every year, then those are his favorite

also he loves the crazy ties they choose for him each year. 

you thought he was romantic before marrying him? Well buddy, i have some news for you

takes every opportunity to say “Wifey” any time he possibly can. You are his ‘wifey’ and he loves saying it.

or ‘husband’ if that is what you prefer. every time. “Hey Husband.” what is your name? Husband.

flowers/chocolates/food/gifts weekly. just because he likes the look on your face when he comes home

you know that Roseanne post where dan gets her flowers? Yeah, that’s him

date night every wednesday (bc Fridays are busy) and sometimes it’s fancy, other times it’s not (”What do you mean Panda isn’t romantic? This is peak romance right here.”)

randomly massages parts of your body without asking

“What are you looking at Shiro?” “Only the most beautiful person in the universe.” “You’re a loser.” “But a loser who’s in looove~”

*soft sigh* “How did I get so lucky?” you’d think you’d be used to this, but it still makes you blush years later

“You’re so perfect, absolutely perfect.” “Shiro…I’m picking up dog shit.” “Yeah~”

has pictures of you, your daughters, and your pitbulls (3) all over his work area

there’s a small voltron dedicated area too, but it’s tiny compared to his family area. Lance is appalled.

“You won’t believe how cute my girls were this weekend!” proceeds to whip out the new 63 photos long album on facebook

speaking of, amateur Dad Photographer Shiro

he’s got a fancy Cannon with a bunch of different lenses

weekend daughter photoshoots are a hoot

your girls grow up loving it, being dramatic, imitating tyra banks, wearing ridiculous outfits, they are owning that back yard

they continue pretty much until the girls are like 13, because “It’s embarrassing dad!” “Ok, but I’m supposed to be embarrassing?” 

Soccer Mom Shiro

he’s got shirts that say his daughter’s names and numbers for every sport

he’s got noise makers and flags

the obnoxious parent who heckles the refs

“Hey ref! Did you come from FootLocker!? Because that was BULLSHIT!”

“oH SCREW YOU COACH! YOU WANT ME TO COME OVER THERE AND SHOW YOU HOW A REAL ELBOW GETS THROWN??!!”

he gets red carded, a lot.

you don’t even fight it anymore

the team loves him though because he’s super supportive of the other girls and he brings some killer snacks

not homemade though, he can’t cook for shit

remember his Expedition? He finally traded her in for a new version and is the official Mom Car™ for team/friend trips

let me repeat, he can not cook for shit. but for some reason he can throw it down of the barbecue

convinced it’s a perk you unlock after childbirth

very protective of his daughters, but respects their right to privacy and right to do their own things

but he taught them how to fight, so every fuck boi within a 10 mile radius knows not to fuck with the Shirogane Twins

he chugs that Respect Women Juice

wants to break a kid the first time a daughter cries over a romantic partner. but then he remembers murder on Earth is illegal. 

overly supportive in whatever his daughters and you choose to pursue

just overly supportive in everything really

he basically lives for you guys 

doesn’t get sick for some reason, so whenever someone is sick in the house, Nurse Shirogane/Dad is on it

“Who wore their shoes in the house?? Seriously?”

*pinches his nose with a deep sigh* “I’m sorry, my daughter punched Travis. But frankly, he kept harassing her even after she told him to stop snapping her bra strap. So the question we should be addressing here, Principal, is why your teacher allowed this sexual harassment to continue and did nothing to help my daughter?” Guess who got detention? Not his daughter.

Wants to cry a bit when his daughters start asking questions about sex

but he’ll be damned if they don’t know everything

it was actually a good family talk, after the initial awkwardness

The Hot Dad

his daughters’ friends all have a crush on him and he can’t figure out why

it’s totally not because he’s hot

or that he’s actually interested in what they have to say

or that he does yard work shirtless

or that he remembers random facts about them that they thought he would forget

nope

his daughters are grossed out

you think its hilarious because you get to tap that

drops off his girls at school

“Have fun! I love you! Make good decisions! I miss you already!”

“OmG DAD GO HOME!”“GROOOOSSS!”

goes to pick them up and has a little sign like people do at the airport that says “Shirogane” with like glitter and hearts and shit

the twins are embarrassed each time but they secretly love it

threw up the first time he had to change a poopy diaper

he did it though. he did it.

sings around the house a lot, just little random song parts or to the dogs

“Where oh where are my pup-py dogs~?” the dogs come slipping and sliding around the corner every time you guys come home

*badly and purposely out of tune* “And there’s the love of my liiiiife!!!~” “Oh stop it Shiro!” “She thinks I’m talking about her~. but I’m talking about the noo~odles~” *you throw a noodle at his head*

accompanied by bad dance moves

speaking of puppy dogs, has 3 pitbulls that look vicious as hell but they’re just as sweet as him

they are wonderfully trained and big babies

his ‘other children’ 

wouldn’t hurt a fly, but ain’t nobody fuck with you guys on walks

Their names are Mr. Murder (Murds for short), Cupcake (Cakey), and Rebel (Bells). He didn’t name them. The girls did.

There is also a grumpy house cat that nobody knows how old it is or how you acquired it. The Captain has just, always been…

Cappy showed up one day and never left

he’s a solid grey Blue Russian/Siamese mix with green eyes that rules the dogs

only loves Shiro and tolerates everyone else (he loves you guys really, but Shiro is his person)

Shiro baby talks him, “Who’s a good murder cat? You are! Yes! You!!!”

the house cleaner, his house and yard is spotless.

once broke out a ruler to measure the grass. you made fun of him.

“I swear to God, if Jim’s nasty ass tree grows over the fence this year, I will cut it down. I don’t give a fuck.”

fond of power washing

hot mechanic, does his own car work

head kisses for everyone! you are a well kissed family

also you’re the couple that’s always got your hands linked, arms wrapped around each other, or just leaning against each other

you’re always touching. always.

family Halloween costumes

Halloween is his JAM

lives for Halloween decorating

watches House Hunters religiously

The one who drags the family to World Market and Kohl’s for house decor

the house is definitely decorated for every major holiday

and he’s actually really good at decor? Like, you wouldn’t think so given with his clothing style and bad hair cut, but wow. you’ve got a nice house. (yes, i’m dragging Shiro)

you’ve come home routinely to the girls doing is hair and makeup and nails

“Hey honey, look how pretty I am. Didn’t the girls do a wonderful job?” “Just…marvelous dear.” “Right? Your turn is next.” oh no…

doesn’t wash off the nail polish, nobody makes fun of him. nobody.

tries to make you breakfast in bed on your birthday and valentine’s day

he can only make harboiled eggs and toast

when the girls get older, it gets more elaborate because they can help

super excited to teach the girls how to drive, but worried about dying

screamed more than once in the car and tried to slam on his invisible break

“Please…stop… you’re making my hair whiter…”

“I said SLOW, THIS IS NOT SLOW!!!”

Hands are pressing on the roof of the car and he’s twisted in the seat trying to brace himself

one day he figures out how to work the crockpot and can now contribute to family meals

loves taking you guys camping

tent camping, because RV camping ‘isn’t real’

a pyromaniac

everyone needs a personal bear mace and a dog at all times

the cat goes too, on a harness

family snuggles in the hammock for star gazing. including said pets. it’s a big hammock. 

everyone has an absurd knowledge about space. he was an astronaut and lived in space for a few years, so yeah

routinely uses Scary Aunt Allura as a threat

selfies!!! he has a lot of surprise ones where he just comes up and kisses you and takes the picture

the girls are selfie queens too family pictures happen. a lot.

“Family selfie!!” “We’re at Albertson’s????” “Don’t care, get in here.”

just, embarrassing but totally authentic dad!Shiro melts me

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Recovery | Ch. 2

Title: Recovery Chapters: 1  Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance Group: BTS Pairings: Jikook, Namseok, Yoonjin Words: 2098 A/N: Header made by me in Canva~

Jungkook must have fallen asleep while writing because the next time he woke up there was a soft orange glow coming through the window. The room was dark, signalling that someone - possibly a staff member - came to check on him and shut off the lights upon seeing him asleep. Getting out from under the warm covers was something Jungkook didn’t want to do but he felt like going back to the common room and seeing if there was a book he could read.

After putting on a pair of slippers and wrapping his light blanket around himself, Jungkook made his way out of the room, seeing the faintest source of light from the common area. He tiptoed over, peeking around the wall and taking notice of the two boys from earlier, Yoongi and Seokjin if Jungkook’s memory wasn’t failing. The boys were sitting on the furthest couch, a small lamp illuminating the moment that made Jungkook blush.

Jin was seated fully, hand cupping Yoongi’s cheek as they shared a kiss. It was nothing scandalous by any means but to Jungkook it was something new. Since he didn’t go out of the house much, Jungkook wasn’t exposed to scenes like that often and was fascinated at how the two interacted with each other, especially as they pulled back with soft smiles and pink cheeks, fingers lacing together as they glanced over and saw Jungkook.

“Oh hello! Do you want to come sit with us? There’s no need to be shy.” Jin said with a warm smile, Yoongi pointing to the couch across from them. Jungkook slowly walked over, blanket dragging across the floor until he sat on the couch and curled into a ball, shyly looking between the two of them. “We never got your name by the way. Are you comfortable telling us or are you mute by any chance?” Jin asked curiously.

“I’m not mute,” Jungkook said, playing with the blanket as his voice came out, small yet melodic. “M-My name is Jungkook. You’re Seokjin hyung and...Yoongi hyung?” He asked, nervousness building since he didn’t want to embarrass himself. Luckily, the feeling dissipated when Yoongi nodded, seemingly honored that Jungkook remembered.

“Wow it’s been forever since we’ve been called hyung. The kids in here need a scolding.” Yoongi snickered, making Jin laugh at the quip. Jungkook watched the interaction with big and curious eyes, head tilting some as he focused. “Is there anything you’re curious about here? Us or the other boys?” Yoongi asked, being patient and waiting for Jungkook to speak.

“Well...when I c-came in earlier there were two boys sitting in those ch-chairs. They weren’t speaking or anything.” Jungkook stuttered, after another minute or two. “Who are they?” He added, peeking at Yoongi and Jin like they were the all knowing gods of Ward B. Well to be honest, they kind of were since the two have been here the longest.

“Oh that was Taehyung and Jimin.” Jin said softly. “They’re the two most serious patients here at the moment. I probably shouldn’t tell you this but oh well. Taehyung has Dissociative Identity Disorder and Jimin has Depersonalization Disorder.” He explained, laughing when he saw Jungkook’s eyes which were looking at Jin like he was speaking gibberish.

“Dissociative Identity Disorder pretty much means that Taehyung has more than one personality. I believe it’s 3 or 4?” Jin asked, looking at Yoongi who nodded as conformation. “Each personality has its own gender, race, age and more. We don’t really know his personality changes until he opens his mouth. Luckily none of the ones we’ve encountered are violent or things of that nature. He won’t tell us what caused this to develop but it’s not easy for the poor kid, that’s why we tend to care for him more.”

“Jimin is much more complex to put it in simple terms.” Yoongi said, taking over for Jin. “He doesn’t speak much to be honest. When he does he describes it as being numb in a way. Like he doesn’t feel connected with his body and is moving on auto pilot of sorts. Usually he sits in the chair across from Taehyung and they just look at each other, having a silent conversation since both of them sit still for long periods of time because of their issues.” Yoongi explained, taking a drink of tea then offering it to Jungkook.

The thought of drinking something warm made Jungkook feel fuzzy so he took the cup, drinking a tentative sip and sighing happily at the vanilla taste. “Why are you guys here?” Jungkook asked, placing the tea down as his hands grabbed one of the decorative pillows to play with. “You don’t have to tell me! I was just curious.”

“No no it’s perfectly fine. I’m 26 so I’ve accepted that I have to open up and talk about my problems.” Jin hummed, chin resting on his knees. “I’m a recovering anorexic. Trust me it isn’t easy to come back from where I was almost 6 months ago. I only weighed 95 pounds and was rushed to the hospital where I almost didn’t come back at all. After I woke up they shipped me here for treatment and now I’m at 110 pounds! They want me to at least 130 - 140 but I’m having a hard time now.” Jin said, sighing a bit. “I know it won’t be easy but I’m going to push myself day by day so I can get out of this place soon.”

Yoongi kissed Jin’s cheek and waved his hand sarcastically. “Hi there, I’m the token pyromaniac.” He said with a bright smile that was clearly fake, making Jungkook giggle behind his hand. “Thanks for laughing at that kid. Well I guess you could say I’m recovering cause I can’t really start fires in a Psychiatric Hospital now can I? All I get is daily therapy where we talk about our feelings. Honestly I’m waiting for someone to make a bonfire and bring marshmallows so we can sing songs.” Yoongi scoffed.

Jungkook was hiding his face, giggling at each word that Yoongi said. The older boy had a sense of humor that made Jungkook feel comfortable enough to open up a little bit. “I’m here for depression and Avoidant Personality Disorder. It means I’m really scared of talking to people basically. But you two make me feel comfortable.” He said, sounding painfully shy and sweet.

“Sweetie you don’t have to be nervous around us. We’re all just a bunch of dorks.” Jin laughed, the sound loud enough to make a door open down the hall, a slightly taller boy shuffling into the room with a cup of water and a wicked side eye glare directed at Seokjin.

“Honestly can’t you be quiet? It’s 9pm and some of us are trying to sleep.” The other boy grumbled, plopping on the couch and making Jungkook let out a soft ‘Oof’, catching the others attention if the way his face morphed into panic was any indication. Luckily the boy closed his eyes, doing some deep breathing and opening them a few moments later. “Hello, I’m Hoseok.” He whispered.

“J-Jungkook. Nice to meet you.” Jungkook whispered back, eyes glued to the floor again. “I’m 20. Are you my hyung too?.” He asked, trying to figure out if he was the youngest of everyone. Hoseok’s face lit up and he clapped his hands when he heard Jungkook’s age.

“Oh you’re the new baby of the group! Taehyung will be excited to hear he isn’t the youngest and can escape Jin being mother hen over him all the time.” Hoseok said, sitting back on the couch and drinking his water, choking when Jin flicked paper at the cup and it landed perfectly.

“Taehyung LOVES it when I baby him you slice of untoasted bread.” Jin said, the insult making Yoongi and Jungkook laugh as Hoseok looked like Jin had just insulted his entire family. Soon enough the two boys calmed down, wiping their eyes until Hoseok flicked water at Jin’s face, making the laughter start again.

“I am perfectly toasted for your information, Kim Seokjin. The same can’t be said for you with your windshield wiper laughing ass.” Hoseok said, nose high in the air until Jin squinted at him, getting a bottle of water from behind the couch. “Oh you really wanna start this? I’ll have you know that I’m undefeated.” Hoseok growled, Yoongi quickly taking Jungkook to the rooms.

“Get inside, kid. Trust me it gets ugly out there with the water fights between those two.” Yoongi said, stopping in front of Jungkook’s room. “Actually, how about we hang out together for a while in your room? I saw some sketchpads when Jackson brought your stuff in earlier and wanted to admire the drawings up close. You make art with pens and pencil but I make art with music.”

Jungkook’s eyes practically had stars in them. Ever since he was little there was a fascination with music inside of him. It didn’t matter if he was hearing a beat, listening to a beautiful voice or even hearing someone rap. Anytime music hit his ears the day seemed to brighten up even if just for a split second. Jungkook practically dragged Yoongi inside, carefully shutting the door behind them.

“These sheets are really nice. You got any extras?” Yoongi joked, taking a seat on them as Jungkook grabbed his sketchbooks and sat in the chair, passing them to the older boy who looked through them. “Holy shit these are like….really amazing, Jungkook. You could be an artist.” He muttered, a soft blush coming up on Jungkook’s cheeks.

“I actually wanted to be an artist. I’ve been drawing since I was a baby and won some awards in school when I went.” Jungkook explained, clearing his throat and building himself up to actually ask a question “Can you tell me what you want to do when you leave this place?” He asked, eyes wide and curious.

“I think I’d like to be a musician or a rapper. I always had this dream about traveling the world with all the other boys, starting a band and becoming famous.” Yoongi said, a small smile on his face. “But a dream is all that will ever be. Who knows, we might never get out of this place for all I know.”

“But you can’t give up on it.” Jungkook said, more like whispered since this is the most he’s spoken to a person in years. “I mean, if you say it will never be anything more than a dream then of course it won’t. But if you say ‘One day we’re all going to travel the world as a band’, it’ll give you the drive to keep on going and eventually get out of here. Everyone has hopes and dreams, Yoongi hyung.” Jungkook said, looking away when Yoongi asked if he had a hope or dream besides being an artist.

“Well, it’s always been a secret but I really want to sing and dance in front of a big crowd one day if I had the courage. Just hearing all the cheers and people supporting me would be the most amazing thing.” Jungkook admitted softly, the thought making him smile. “Who knows hyung, maybe you and I could be in a band together.” He said, a bit surprised when Yoongi held his hand out.

“It’s a promise then.” Yoongi said, shaking Jungkook’s hand. “You know, I never really had the passion to get better and leave this place, Jin resigned himself to the fact that this is our life now even though the two of us are in love. But now I have to get better.” He added with a smile when Jungkook tilted his head and asked why.

“Because we made a promise of course.” Yoongi said, carefully placing his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder, keeping still just in case the younger wanted to pull away. Instead Jungkook leaned in slightly, finding that he was starved for the affection he hasn’t had before.

The two boys kept silent, just looking out the window at the sunset through the field of flowers, The sound of Jin and Hoseok’s laughter ringing down the hallway. “You see the sky, kid? One day all 7 of are are going to fly up there. Probably by plane since we don’t have wings.” Yoongi said with a laugh, listening when Jungkook spoke up softly.

“But hyung we need wings to make it up there. After all, wings are made to fly.”