#them dog dads bonding and letting their sons bond

[tudududu-leglerghhh]

I'm absolutely dead and gone guys. Roscoe and Leo MET AND I CAN DIE NOW IN PEACE. I LOVE THEM SM. (love their dads too but it's really not about them rn)

[tired-biscuit]

I don’t know if you’re still in a fluffy moods butttttt kibas reaction to y/n naming their soon to be born son after him (kiba jr!!) there’s absolutely no way he’d be able to hide his emotions. He’d feel all the feels. He may even shed a tear or two 🥹

omg yes, him trying to blink away the tears, like looking up towards the ceiling and sniffling a little cos he's trying so hard not to show what a softie he is when it comes to family. his heart is so much bigger than he tends to show and he just gets so emotional over things concerning his wife and kids :(

imagine as the years go by and the kid grows a bit older, you call out their name and they both do the same little head tilt as they look at you hdhshdhshsgs IT'D BE SO CUTE!!

also, imo if he had a son, the lil' guy would be his perfect copy by the time he grows older. right down to the way he walks and smiles, the temper and all sorts of little mannerisms would be stolen like that, so the name wouldn't be the only thing they'd have in common. he'd look up to his dad so much!!

i also think the kid would even be really happy when his friends would start using the same nickname that his dad has. like his best friend starts calling him 'ki 2.0' or something like that at some point, and it's just pure joy and kiba notices it and is over the moon too hahahshhags <3

[beast-of-the-void]

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[hooffuloftootsierolls]

In light of the reveal of Abel's complete design, have this dumb doodle i made on magma a week ago based on an interaction my bsf @plushtoothpanic acted out while we were joking about Vivziepop's lack of diversity(the dog character is his sona).

Also, rant below involving Abel, I don't want this to become a critical blog since Hazbin has held a special place in my heart since 2021, but oh my God I am so sick of the shit that Vivzie is pulling

Making Adam white was already quite a choice, I had a pretty specific vision of a dark-skinned curly-haired man before his face was revealed. Although I had been expecting a biblically-accurate Adam, I didn't mind having him white as long as Eve wasn't made white as well.

Abel's design throws this out the window.

First let's focus on Abel being the child of Adam and Eve. This means Eve is white, and likely also blonde. Historically, the first humans were East/South African, and not white. Ok, well what about biblically? The popular depictions of biblical figures are mainly European interpretations from when Europe adapted the Bible and made all the figures pale, like them. It's more likely that the dark-skinned writers that originally complied stories into the Bible meant for the figures to look more like them. It would make more sense if one or both of them was dark.

Saint Peter is a whole nother' piss drawer that I don't wanna open, but whitewashing an actual human being that existed is just so gross.

Now, the other thing I wanna talk about that talks less about race and more about theories surrounding Abel being blonde... People were already theorizing that maybe one of the kids was Lucifer's spawn because of the implied affair with Eve. It wasn't the most popular theory but now it's making a comeback with the reveal of Abel's complete design.

I dislike this theory(besides the fact that it's just stupid) because

1. Cain is Adam and Eve's firstborn son. Abel is their second. Even if Eve and Lucifer had an affair in Eden, that would result in Cain, not Abel. Also we aren't entirely aware of Lucifer's powers involving entering the living world but I doubt he can canonically go there, or at least not after Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden, since Hell was made as a punishment for him and any mortal that sins and I don't think he would be able to waltz back to Earth that easily. I suppose maybe they could be twins and Cain could just have been the first one born, but I don't think that's usually what "firstborn" implies, or how it's generally interpreted?

2. This is gonna look really bad on Lucifer's part?? Like, this implies that Lilith left Adam for Lucifer, then Lucifer got with Eve(possibly cheating on Lilith if she wasn't aware/didn't consent to the affair) and cucked Adam for a second time???? Lucifer would straight-up be getting the Stolas treatment where they keep making him more and more shitty then try to justify it anyways. Cmon guys.. I wanna be able to cheer for Lucifer too but he doesn't seem remorseful at all for anything he's done, more like he's been playing the victim for a decamillennium despite being a possible cheater and the one who destroyed Adam and Eve's life.

3. How would this be plot-relevant at all?? My closest guess is to make a disconnect from Adam like "oh he was never my ACTUAL father anyways" and also to try and make a bond with Abel and Charlie being blood-related so he would decide to side with her or something. Also on top of that I hate the whole trope of someone suddenly not giving a fuck about the parents who raised them in favor of their biological parents who didn't raise them. It's a dumb trope and if this theory is canon and they pull something like that.... ughh.

yeah. Overall, too many Aryans, pleasepleasepleaseplease pleaseeep please don't make Eve white even though I know they will anyways, and if that stupid theory is true then Lucifer is a snake-tongued, home-wrecking, unfaithful pile of shit that is disguised as a poor depressed dad that the fandom eats up and woobifies. Not that I don't want him to have flaws, but he doesn't seem very sorry for what he did(he has his whole snake and apple motif, that's like saying you feel guilty for a murder then using the hyper-specific murder weapon as your symbol) and also Abel being his son would be such an unnecessary plotline that would make him look soooo so so so so much worse because he wouldn't have much of a wholesome excuse for that.

The only good things I'm getting out of this are that I can post about Abel without having to tag it as leaks and also people are cracking jokes about Abel being the son of Lucifer and Adam

[huboi]

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CHAPTER 1 : EYE-TO-EYE

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╰┈➤ summary; one friday afternoon, you come face-to-face with a man covered in tats. when at the counter, a small voice politely asks ‘papa’ for a cookie…

╰┈➤ includes; gn! barista! reader, single dad! sukuna, child! yuji, extreme fluff, sukuna is 28 (had yuji at 18), reader is early 20s’ so somewhat of an age gap

╰┈➤ a/n; consider this mini series as a 1k follower special! I’m so stoked I made it this far, tysm for all the support throughout the years <3

╰┈➤ taglist; @alluresenses, @ryomku, @slaysksmska, @vduxx, @yanelis-world, @cloudy51, @gangeyes, @khaleesihavilliard, @valen-yamyam16, @craxy-gezel @kunasexygf, @sukunamylovexoxo, @mazzd4 (if you wanna be added just hit me an ask :3)

THE GENTLE TINKLE of the bell alerted you of a new costumer, causing you to turn around away from the coffee machine ready to greet said customer with a smile and polite welcome, only for your body to stiffen in reflex.

the man that now stood in front of the counter had an eerie aura to him. he wore a black wife beater, the tight clothing highlighting the muscles that lay beneath the clothing, his arms covered in black tats, the muscles making the tats seem extra prominent. his grey sweatpants may be baggy, but you guessed that underneath lays muscular legs and thighs that could easily crush a watermelon-

snapping out of checking out the hot, dangerous looking stranger, you gave him a strained smile at him, hoping he couldn’t sense your nervousness. a small voice saying “papa, can I please have a cookie?” startled you. two little chubby hands cling to the counter, a mop of fluffy pink hair peeking at the variety of cookies on display.

“oi you brat! you’ve already had dessert at chosos’, I don’t need you bouncing off the damn walls when we get back,” the man grunted, arms crossing against his chest, which made his man tits more profound.

“hey, how about this; you can have a hot chocolate instead of a cookie?” you suggested, smiling at the cute little boy in front of you.

facing his father, yuji proceeded to plead him with the signature puppy dog eyes whilst a continuous chorus of pleases left his mouth.

sukuna sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he mumbled out “one hot chocolate for the brat and black coffee for me,” causing yuji to throw a little celebration, squealing in delight and hugging sukunas’ slutty waist, literally jumping with joy.

the sight plastered a small, genuine smile onto your face, unbeknownst to you, causing a blush to form onto sukunas’ usually stoic face, heart pounding in his chest at this new feeling.

when they found a table to sit at, you began making their drinks. whilst brewing sukunas’ coffee you thought to yourself why only the father was out with his son, is the mother out of the picture? do they take turns with custody over the child? is he simply having some father son bonding time?

you choose not to pry over it, it’s none of your business anyways. it’s kind of comical seeing such a scary, dangerous looking guy with a cute little kid. you have to admit though, the kid’s cute, even though he’s just a carbon copy of the man, but cuter.

when finished with their drinks, you quickly carried them over to their table, noticing how yujis’ face seemed to brighten up at the sight of you carrying his sweet drink. you placed their drinks onto the table, yuji thanking you with all his might whilst sukuna mumbled a small ‘thanks’ in response.

“hiya! i’m yuji and this is my daddy sukuna!” the boy greeted before you left back to the counter. you decided to stay and talk to the kid a bit, since it was near closing time and no other customers seemed to be coming in.

“hi yuji, i’m (name), it’s nice to meet you,” you smiled, ruffling his hair, causing him to let out little giggles at the gesture. sukuna sat back idly watching you interact with his son.

‘mmm, they interact well with yuji. I haven’t had any luck with any partners, especially when they find out I’m a father. his mother was a piece of shit and didn’t even want yuji in the first place, she left me with the brat when he was born’ sukuna thought to himself, maybe he could try shooting his shot? earlier he did notice you eyeing him up and down like a piece of candy, so maybe you’re interested?

“oi brat! quit annoying them!” sukuna berated yuji, testing out the waters to check if you really did want to talk to yuji because you wanted to or if you felt obliged to.

“nonesense! he’s not annoying me, a cutie such as him could never annoy me. I love kids, they give me so much joy. your dad sure is a lucky guy to have you isn’t he?” you grinned, pinching his chubby cheeks in the process causing him to whine out in retaliation.

internally sukuna is smitten, he’s never seen anyone treat yuji with such love, other than choso. maybe you are the right one after all? the problem is, how can he ask you out without making a scene? (the scene being yuji making a huge fuss over him having a partner for the first time since his mum)

“do you have a pen by any chance?” the sudden sound of sukunas’ deep voice sent a small shiver down your spine. “yup, just give me a second sir” you curtly responded, rummaging through your breast pocket before grabbing a pen and giving it to the tatted man.

sukuna grabbed a napkin from the table and hastily scribbled down something before placing the pen back onto the table and practically chugging his coffee.

“brat you finished with your drink?” sukuna asked the little munchkin “noooo, need more time!” yuji cried out. you simply took his cup and placed the coffee into a take out coffee cup, giving it to him so he could drink it on the way back.

“thank you!” yuji bowed, before taking his dads’ way larger hand into his own tiny chubby one. you simply watched as they walked out of the shop, the gentle tinkle of the bell indicating that they’ve left.

you spotted the napkin sukuna wrote on, numbers scribbled along with a small ‘my number : if interested text me and we can go on a date’

you became flustered, feeling your heart flutter at the thought of seeing the attractive dilf once again. maybe you’d text him tomorrow, as you’re usually free on Saturdays as the shop closes earlier at 12:00.

you’re surprised that sukuna was interested, he didn’t show much interest during your interaction. he’s going to be a hard guy to read.

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[cameronspecial]

Traitor

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Summary: Drew and Y/N have different tastes in food and he is hoping that Sam will have the same taste as him.

Masterlist

Drew loves that Y/N can stay at home to take care of their three-year-old. She was a little hesitant when she suggested quitting her job to do so, but she wasn’t satisfied with her work and she needed some time to think about an alternate career choice. It turns out, that being at home with their son is where she finds fulfillment and Drew is so happy that his wife is finally happy with what she is doing. It allows her to cook more which she loves to do, especially since she is a picky and high-maintenance eater. Y/N can sometimes come off as a food snob because she sometimes has the standards of food that is homemade or expensive; however, it comes with the territory of being the daughter of a chef, who insists on practically making every meal for his family. It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t let her family eat fast food or store-bought snacks; she is a victim of eating McDonald’s or goldfish in her car like everyone else. She simply prefers making her macaroni and cheese with gruyere, asiago and fontina cheese. Or she would rather eat a sausage with mashed potatoes than an American hot dog. If there is one thing that reminds Rafe of the different social classes that he and his wife grew up in, it would be the food she now cooks for him. While the meals she cooks are exquisite, he is so grateful she isn’t one of those parents who doesn’t allow the family to eat anything processed because that means he can introduce Sam to his favourite childhood snack. 

Y/N has finally given Drew the go-ahead to let Sam try an uncrustable. He understands he had to wait so long to share this experience with his son because peanut butter is a choking hazard for children under four. He hopes his toddler will love them as much as he does. Drew tried to share his favourite snack with the love of his wife; however, she said they just tasted like a regular sandwich. It disappointed him a little. He even bought the Nutella version of an uncrustable because she hates peanut butter. 

“Sammy, lunch,” Drew calls to his son, placing the plate with two sandwiches and vegetables onto the table. Rapid thudding approaches the dining room and the father points to the bathroom. The little boy sighs and turns to go wash his hands. After rewashing his hands while singing the alphabet, Sam jumps into the chair in excitement. His grin drops at the sight of the circular bread in front of him. He spots the same food on his dad’s plate and watches the older man eat it with a smile. Not sure what to make of the new food, the four-year-old hesitantly picks up the uncrustable and sniffs it. “What this?” he questions, holding the sandwich out to his dad. Drew takes another bite out of his food, “That, Sammy, is a peanut butter and jelly uncrustable. Try it. You’ll like it.” The boy looks uncertain, yet still does as his father advises. The smile doesn’t turn into a grin as he chews on the food. In fact, his mouth turns into disgust and he places his lunch onto the plate, pushing it toward Drew. “Yucky,” he complains, reaching to nibble on a carrot. The actor frowns, “Come on, you only had one bite. Why don’t you take another?” As Sam considers the question, his mother comes in with a brie, apple and turkey sandwich. This piques his interest and he makes a grabby motion towards the fancier food. Not one to deny her child lunch, she slides her plate over and both parents observe as he devours half of the sandwich. 

Y/N can see a pout on her husband’s face and pulls him in so his head is against her chest. “He’s a little traitor,” Drew grumbles, picking up his son's unfinished snack to finish. She giggles, “I’m sorry, Baby. Maybe you can have this bonding experience with our next child.” He jerks away from her, staring her dead in the eyes to make sure he understands what she is hinting at. 

“We are going to have another baby?”

“We are going to have another baby.”

He cheers at the confirmation and picks her up, spinning her around before they both get dizzy. “I can feel it. I’m going to be fighting this baby for the last uncrustable. I can feel it,” he predicts with his hand on her stomach. She brushes his hair off his forehead, “I bet they will and then you wouldn’t be surrounded by traitors.”

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[emchante]

bundled in warmth | d. ricciardo

part of the divorced dad! daniel series

super fluffy blurb based off of this anon here! family fun in the snow, daniel being a menace and you bonding with his kids is all you need to know! small suggestive comment at the end, but that's all.

daniel is in full dad mode when it comes to getting wrapped up for the snow. listen, he’s australian, he’s loves the warmth. when it’s cold? that man needs to be in multiple layers just to be at average heat. so you know damn well he’s wrapping his kids up.

puffy jackets, beanies, gloves, scarfs, winter socks, snow boots— they’re kitted out.. for a hike in a blizzard, not some fun in the snow. but you know daniel is just being caring, even if it’s a little extreme.

he zips his daughters jacket right up, leaving a kiss on the top of her little nose as she giggles. you’re fixing his sons beanie for him before he engulfs you in a big hug, just like his father would. when they’re both ready, daniel is kitted up even more than them, and you’re in your own fluffy clothes, you all dash outside.

the snow had fallen over night, and god it was gorgeous. it had stuck, and it was up to just above your ankles. the kids were ecstatic, running around and marking the snow with their footprints— daniel’s daughter making a heart by putting her two boots together.

you were smiling at the sight, about to call out to them when something hit your back. you caught yourself after a couple steps, but you instantly turned round to daniel looking anywhere but you, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“really?” you ask, a giggle escaping you as you wiggle your shoulders, trying to shake off the excess snow from daniel’s snowball. daniel looks at you now, eyes widened with (faux) surprise.

“really what? i was watching the kids, sweetheart,” he asks as he walks over to you. you sense something is.. off. you don’t catch it until the very last second, you realise daniel has his hands behind his back and suddenly— a snow ball to the chest.

you gasp, looking down as you try to wipe it all off as quick as you could. you might have a few layers on, but it didn’t stop the coldness from sleeping through. “daniel!” you shout, a whine escaping you at how cold you were becoming just from the snowball.

daniel rolls his eyes, smirk still present on his face, moving his hands to wipe down your chest with you. you warn him with a “careful,” knowing exactly what he was like. he laughs at you, knowing him too well for him to pull a move.

“there, all better,” he mumbles, pulling you into him. you wrap your arms around his waist, chin on his chest as you look up to him with a pout. he coos at the expression, leaning down to place a soft kiss onto your lips. “don’t look at me like that, you’ll make me feel bad.”

“as you should,” you huff, moving so your cheek was against his chest now. you squeezed him gently, initiating a more proper hug now. daniel happily obliged to it, hands rubbing up and down your back slowly as if to help warm you up, even just the tiniest bit.

your little moment was shortly interrupted by his two kids shouting on you both, begging for you to come to them. you looked up to daniel with an eyebrow raised. it wasn’t shouts of terror, but it wasn’t excitement either. neither of you could guess the issue, so daniel let you go, gently tugging one of your arms as he moved to hold your hand.

upon walking over, you’re met with his kids rolling a large snowball on the ground, huffing as they struggle to continue. to give credit where it’s due, you’re surprised they got it so big with how little strength they have at their age. they both turned to you, looking at you with those big puppy dog eyes that they had gotten from their father.

“can you please help us?” his daughter whined, sighing as she took her hands off the snowball. “we want to build a snowman! but it’s too hard,” his son joined in, folding his arms in frustration. the little looks of desperation and annoyance were cute, and of course you were going to help them out.

you and daniel helped push the large snowball they had already began to make, as the two kids started another one— presumably the middle section. when you and daniel were finished with the base, thankfully the kids had almost finished the middle. and then, the head didn’t take that much longer. it was.. a bit wonky, but not everything is perfect.

the kids ran off, searching for two large sticks to substitute as the snowman’s arms. you went looking for some rocks, sticking them in the middle section to add buttons to the snowman. daniel ran back inside, fetching a carrot for the nose.

you and his kids were surprised when he came out with a packet of chocolate buttons, wondering what on earth they were for. “what? it’s his eyes and mouth?” daniel let out confused, as if you three were the weird ones. you slowly turned to his kids before you burst into giggles, daniel waving you off as he opened the packet, placing them onto the snowman’s face.

you all stood back, admiring the work you had spent the afternoon creating. only.. a gasp from his daughter broke the little moment of pride.

“he’s cold, daddy! he needs clothes!” she shouted, small hands on her rosy cheeks. daniel laughed, moving his hand onto her beanie-covered head as he rubbed it gently.

“he does, honey! but i’m not sure we have any spares for him that we can give,” daniel admitted, causing her to frown and her brother to deflate next to her. the view made your heartbreak, and you stared down at your own scarf before giving in.

“you know what,” you spoke up, making them all turn to you as they listened. you untied the knot in your scarf, slipping it off of your neck as you walked over to the snow man. you wrapped it around him, a loose knot in the scarf to make sure it didn’t wander off while you were all gone.

“sweetheart, don’t—” daniel began, taking a step forward to take your scarf off of the snowman, but you put a hand out for him to stop, and he did just that. you took your hat off your head, shaking your head lightly from side-to-side so your hair would fall back into its natural state.

you placed your wooly hat atop of its head, fixing it into position before you stepped back, turning to his daughter. “see? all better. do you think he’s warmer now?” you ask her, smiling softly at her as she grinned widely at you. she bursts into a small run, hugging your leg as she thanks you over and over. you rub her head gently, eyes widening when her brother joins her and hugs your other leg. you let out a giggle at them, your own smile widening when you feel a warmth at your back.

daniel wraps his arms around your waist, each hand resting on either of his kids heads. it’s a nice group— family hug, and you’ve never felt happier than you currently felt. daniel places a kiss onto your neck, and you melt into his touch instantly.

the moment doesn’t last forever though, as daniel feels you shivering as they all hug you. he suggests going back inside now, adding in that ‘it’s just a break’, incase the kids were to fight it. surprisingly though, they didn’t. they both agreed almost instantly, saying how tired they were and daniel said it was the perfect opportunity for them to nap.

the kids ran ahead, almost falling up the stairs as they raced one another to their room. daniel had his arm around your shoulder as he walked you inside, softly scolding how silly it was for you to do that. you rolled your eyes as he went on about how you’d end up catching a cold, or something even worse. now you know where his kids get their over-exaggerating storytelling from, too.

you leave daniel to tuck the kids in, walking into daniel’s room as you lay on the bed, covering yourself in the blanket pile. you close your eyes while you wait for him to come back, and when he does— he has a wide smirk on his face. he pounces on the bed above you, leaning down and smothering you with kisses as you giggle and try to hide from him.

“c’mon sweetheart, how about you and i catch a shower together? let me take care of you,” and oh, you’re tempted.

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[chuunai]

I’m back now

✧˚ · cartoons and fatherhood - chuuya nakahara, michizou tachihara

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → babies, babies, babies. annoying toddler television shows.

Chuuya Nakahara

Becoming a father is one of the best occurrences that has happened to him in his entire fucked-up life. It’s a reminder that he’s a real, breathing human. He’s not a monster—he’s just a dad dealing with a fussy newborn. Megumi was his blessing, given to him by you. Everyone loves a blessing until it comes with the downside of endless cartoons.

He doesn’t think it’s a fair compromise.

Chuuya despises them. The loud over-dramatized voices and sounds mixed with the bright visuals of whatever godforsaken moral it’s supposed to teach his kid. Don’t get him wrong, he does think morals are important, but a seven-month old who regularly to stuff a plushie into her mouth doesn’t understand the Golden Rule. The ONLY upside to the shows is that they entertain her, and she won’t cry if she sees it. And only then can he cook for you or sneak a kiss on your lips with the amazing noise of ‘Kitti the Kat’s World’ in the background.

One day, he’ll get her to watch those wine-making documentaries. That’s a good show right there.

Tachihara Michizou

It’s all Teruko’s fault. He lets her babysit Sou for one day and all of a sudden his son is obsessed with animated shows.

Tachihara doesn’t necessarily care much about the TV until the baby prefers it over him. Like, no? He wants Sou to want to spend time with him and not some fake characters on screen. He’s his father, for Christ’s sake! Not whatever bullshit animal is on the screen. Your baby should care more about you and him—his parents, his protectors, his family. Tachihara’s family had been dysfunctional with neglectful parents and a dead brother. He didn’t want his newfound family to end up the same.

He wants all of his free time to be with you and your child. Sealing that bond is his responsibility besides his duties of being a Hunting Dog. Sou should look up to his dad and be proud. Not look up to some fictional heroes. Tachihara’s a real hero. Someone many people look up to and thank for saving their lives. All he asks for is his family’s love and support.

He loves being a dad—but he hates the way the TV takes his son’s attention away.

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

[mamimiou]

I will always be grateful for the way foolish treats the eggs. People call him a bad parent but man, he’s just something else.

I’ve made previous posts about pepito and his circumstances before but after yesterday’s stream I just can’t stop thinking about it.

Foolish is capable of treating two eggs equally when he is caring for more than one, never ignoring his own egg or the one accompanying them.

To me, pepito is a small egg that can easily be forgotten even though a lot of people like him (just like his father COUGH), but whenever he’s under foolishs care i feel like he’ll always have his own place where he doesn’t have to live up to any expectations, he can just be an egg.

He was super timid about telling his parents about the cookie tasks and yet he went to his grandma and asked for help, even telling him about how he felt. A lot of people overlook their bond, even though it’s been something so nice to watch. From foolish taking care of him during his own son’s disappearance, being there for his first day of school, killing a panda infront of him (and then pepito killing a panda after learning from him) being there for his birthday party, giving him a totem (A PART OF HIM??), buying him things without thinking, doing his tasks, and even getting a room in FOBO (which was going to be inside his own room before sunny made room for him)

Even seeing leo get along so well with him after not trusting him at first. Giving him her little dog hats, letting him sleep in the tower, SHARING HER DAD!!!

I hope foolish leo and pepito get to hang out more in the future without him having to be on the brink of death. The three of them mean so much to me.

[xoxochb]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write one with Jason and a daughter of hades, just some fluff for them ps I love your writing I get so happy when they pop up in my tl :)

— the three headed dog

warnings: atod reference because I can’t be stopped pairing: jason grace x daughter of hades a/n: I wanted to include cerberus in this and I was thinking of bringing him to camp but he’s huge as fuck so I decided that why don’t read and jason go to the underworld?? but anyways thank you for your kind words anon ily 🫶🏼

“and this-” you turn the handle and open the door to your room “is my room!”

the room was large. much larger than your cabin at camp, which is why for the most part you would stay in the underworld with your father and step mother. the room had dark walls and black marble floors. a bed sits in the corner, with again black silk sheets and satin curtains around the top to block out any light from reaching you as you slept. the few things out of place on your bed were the stuffies beside your pillow— a moon, a cloud, a teddy bear (which jason had made for you), and a small cerberus. to the right of the room was a small dresser and a door beside it, a vanity on the opposite side. on the left side of the room there were double doors which lead to a bathroom

“well, this is my room. It’s nothing much, really. I spend most of my time in persephone’s garden anyways”

you drop jason’s hand and sprawl across your bed while he stands in awe. nothing much? this room was huge! along with your walk in closet behind one door and a large bathroom behind double doors. this could fit two whole cabins inside!

“I’m starting to understand why you’re never at camp” the son of jupiter jokes

you open your mouth to reply with a smart remark but a noise outside your window stops you. a gasp escapes your lips and you jump up, opening the screen to reveal cerberus the three headed dog. you squeal and take jason’s hand again and drag him out of the palace. you find the dog laying it’s three heads down on the underworld ground

“do you want to pet them?”

jason furrows his brows. “is it safe? how do I know one of them won’t eat me alive?”

“you’re fine. I’m here”

you walk to the heads and begin petting their fur softly. jason walks over and reluctantly and slowly pets another head. the dog lets out a whine when it realizes only two heads are getting attention. you roll your eyes and outstretch another to rub the last head

“my darlings, did you miss me?” you whisper to the heads

they lean into your hands in response, you take this as a yes. you turn to jason who seems to now be enjoying bonding with the creature. you make a mental note to bring him down here more often

“do they like me?”

you laugh. “they like anyone who pets them”

“so they’re not going to eat me alive?”

you shake your head

“do you want to finish the tour? we haven’t finished inside yet”

“I think I want to stay with my best friends longer”

a frown appears on your mouth and you cross your arms over your chest. “I sense favoritism. you’re girlfriend is supposed to be your best friend”

“you are my favorite, darling. just wait for tonight”

your face reddens but you don’t let his insinuation get far. “my dad has eyes everywhere. calm it down, casanova”

“are you saying you wouldn’t break rules for me?”

you walk past the two heads you stood between to be standing face-to-face with jason who watches you with a smirk

“I would burn this world for you. do you underestimate me?”

his smirk drops. “no. of course not”

“then remember that”

you stand on your tippy toes and place only a peck to his mouth, leaving him in search of your lips when you pull back so quickly. you smile and begin walking away, turning once to scold him, “hurry, we have a tour to finish!”

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Question how does Yuu’s dad relationship with nrc staff and others?

So since you asked about staff, I’ll just list the adults in the game(including Lilia) because it honestly varies:

Crowley: Yuu’s dad absolutely hates him with a passion. He sees how often he takes advantage of Yuu’s presence at NRC and isn’t doing his best to get him home. Literally wishes they went to the RSA welcoming ceremony instead because of him.

Crewel: He’s ok with him. Definitely not comfortable with him whipping students and the whole “good boy!” dog appraisal language. Met him plenty of times because he goes to Yuu’s potion class because he doesn’t trust the boys not to screw up(he has more faith in Grim).

Trein: He gets along with him. Trein gets why he acts the way he does because he has two daughters of his own. They bond over parenting a lot. They show each other their children’s baby photos.

Sam: He’s ok with him too. Like he appreciates that he’s basically the grocery store guy on NRC. He’s had to buy food from him many times, when he couldn’t do it on the island.

Ghosts: Doesn’t like the Ramshackle ghosts at all. Still holding a grudge that they tried to kill Yuu, him, and Grim when they first entered Ramshackle. He’s intrigued by the ones at school and how they’re working. Honestly, it really served as motivation to get home, because he doesn’t want to be in a world where he could potentially die and still be working.

Fairies: Doesn’t mind them. He prefers them to Malleus if he had to choose a type of fairy to be around him and his daughter.

Lilia: Shocked to know he’s a dad, because when Lilia said Silver was his son, he thought Lilia was a teen dad. Then he started the math and questioned why a grown person from Twist was doing classes and a fellow student with people a whole generation younger than him. Then he learns Lilia’s real age and he’s immediately creeped out that he’s hanging around NRC like he’s a normal student. Doesn’t let Yuu spend a long period of time alone with him.

Vargas: Reminded him of those creepy gym rat type of men in the real world. In general, he’s a little off-put by him. Legit worries about Yuu every time they have to do flight classes. He knows she’s on a broom with Grim, but he doesn’t trust a cat to pilot a flying object. Also starts to worry when he realizes there’s no nets to catch anybody if they fall. After that, he just asks for a sheet of physical exercises Yuu can do from the safety of Ramshackle because he doesn’t trust the students nor Vargas with ensuring Yuu is safe while doing PE.

Hope this answers your question! Thanks for the ask too!

[laswells-ashtray]

Okay, I have a silly request BUT- young John Price shenanigans WITH Macmillan.

I can see it now tbh. You think that man is sassy now? You should’ve seen him in his sergeant days.

Dude cussed out a whole Lieutenant, commanding officer, AND a few of his peers. He probably even got suspended a few times before the higher ups just gave up and made him scrub the showers.

I feel like Mac would also be a dad to him in a way. Stern, no nonsense, yet very tolerant of all of Price’s bullshit antics.

I’m very convinced that Price went on many solo missions by himself against orders, stole a few of his superior’s cars, and was out late past base curfew. Almost gave Mac a heart attack a few of those times and DEFINITELY got a smack to the back of the head.

I know little about MacMillan, I'll admit but one thing I do know is that he's Scottish. And as a Scot, [I need to bring it u every so often to you lot never mistake me as English], I know a lot about pissing off Scottish elders. Therefore:

"Hawl you, you crabbit little git. You're the one who insisted on playing hero, you're the one who fucked your ankle so if you're gonna be annoyed about not going on the next mission, you're to fucking blame."

The sheer angry look on little John Price's face would intimidate many, not Mac. He knows better. To him, it's just a boy with a petted lip.

"My ankle isn't even that bad, you're-"

"If the next word out of your mouth is overreacting then you're leaving here with a face like a skelped arse."

That promptly shuts him up, on more than one occasion he's smacked John with his gloves when he's holding them and they're fucking nippy, he knows that from experience.

"Time do you call this?"

The cheeky little fucker has the audacity to laugh at him.

"You look like a Bond villain, sitting there."

"Well, Mr Bond. You'll be scrubbing the loos clean with a fucking toothbrush."

Is it patriotic to say he likes watching the Englishman suffer? No, he doesn't but maybe it'll teach John not to make him suffer when he pulls another one of those fucking disappearing stunts.

"That's a pisstake, Mac."

"You're far too cocky for someone that'll spend tomorrow on his hands and knees, scrubbing bogs."

There's a brief moment of silence where he makes the mistake of thinking he might've gotten through to John before-

"Connery was the worst Bond."

"Get back here, you twisted little shite."

John is concussed. Everyone but John is willing to accept that he's concussed. Even when he's leaning a little too heavily into Mac's side and using the other man's head to block the sunlight from his eyes, he isn't willing to accept the fact that he's concussed.

"This gonnae teach ye not to run ahead like a fanny?" Mac is sympathetic, to an extent.

"Saved a rookie." John did and maybe later, he'll clap him on the back and tell him `good job, son` but right now he kind of wants to strangle him.

"That you did, not without taking a header when you landed tits o`er taes, mind you." His heart about hit his hole when he saw it, John had taken a hard hit saving a cocky younger boy who'd barged ahead against orders thinking he was the dog's bollocks.

"He has a little one at home, showed me pictures, Couldn't let him get killed even if he is an arrogant bastard."

"Aye, showed me pictures of the wain. She's a wee sweetheart, still doesn't give you the right to act like a prick."

"Who've I got at home other than the spider that lives by my window." One day he was going to kill John Price and he wouldn't feel bad about it, he was positive of the fact.

"You've got me, ye daft fanny. No getting yerself blown up tae fuck, too much paperwork on my end." That and it might kill him. John Price was a bitchy, reckless arsehole with no self-restraint when it came to the job and he'd wormed his way onto the short list of people that Mac could find himself giving a fuck about. The bastard.

[mischiefbuckley]

see it’s the fact that even despite their rocky beginning, buck grew to be an important person not only to eddie but to christopher as well and the fact that ryan in his latest interview said that, “‘I believe there’s an offer of comfort to Eddie knowing that even though Shannon isn’t there, he has somebody else in his life that he can kind of pass the reins to and say, ‘Hey, I need another perspective. Please help my son out,’” he said. “And Buck always shows up.”’

see I was also thinking earlier of the first time when buck finally learns about christopher. like eddie had started his day prior to the earthquake happening, taking his son to school in the morning and christopher being the adorable he is asks eddie “hey dad, do you think dogs know they’re dogs?” very cute adorable behavior from him and him being so in love and in admiration of his son he listens to him and tells him he loves him as christopher walks away to class. then we get the 118 in the truck heading to help out after the earthquake and eddie is in the truck trying to get ahold of the school to find out if anything happened. buck asks eddie “who you trying to get ahold of?” and that’s when eddie responds with “my son. I’m trying to reach my son.” and buck being buck responds with “whoa, you got a kid?” “and super adorable. I, uh, I love kids.” and eddie responds with like the most heartbreaking thing ever in like only the second episode of knowing him that “I love this one. I’m all he’s got.” little did you know the 6’2 gorgeous blue eyed handsome guy in front of you would be your co-parent to your son and someone that you could rely on for anything and everything regarding you and christopher including yk putting him in your will

while they are getting into the building, buck being buck and his random bits of facts and knowledge goes on to tell eddie “after northridge, FEMA spent $200 million retrofitting every school in the LAUSD. Ceiling tiles, lighting fixtures… Eddie, your kid is in the safest place he can be.” buck already starting that bond with eddie to reassure him that everything is fine and not to panic while they are on the job and eddie being eddie responds with “thought that was a high rise” referencing something Buck had said earlier when they arrived on the scene

and again this is the first time we see buck and eddie team up as friends after the whole tension from the previous episode. this is the first of what would become a normal work dynamic of them always being teamed up together because they do work well together as a team

and in the third episode we see them more of how they work together as a unit and how they fully start to trust each other and we do see other dynamics as well like their silly little banter/worry towards each other as when the elevator shaft is coming towards buck and allie we hear eddie yelling at buck “let’s go buck! move your ass!” and after buck and allie land on the floor where eddie and the man with a spinal injury are that buck says “I told you I liked our chances” again referring back to when buck was the one that had came up with the idea of going down through the elevator shaft

and the buck and eddie show up when chimney and bobby are planning on how to rescue hen and it starts to show the dynamic of how much each member of the 118 cares for one another and their safety and well being and how the 118 has gone from being a firefighter crew to being a family

and as buck and eddie are putting supplies away on the truck before leaving the scene buck’s phone buzzes indicating a message from maddie but buck goes on to tell eddie “hey. service” just giving eddie some peace of mind that he could finally get in contact with his son after the day that they both have had

and the final kicker to this disaster earthquake episode arc is that buck drives eddie to christopher’s school and we see two different perspectives here in the way where we see how much eddie loves and cares for his son and the way that now buck sees eddie in a new light. prior to knowing he had a son or even liking him in the slightest, all he had thought of eddie was that he was someone that was new in the 118 but also someone he was threatened by because he was this new person who had all this knowledge and confidence and buck was ultimately jealous of having another guy around his age around the team because again buck has his own problems with his insecurities and the way he raised growing up in his family dynamic (but that’s for another discussion)

but again just the way that buck stares at eddie while he’s hugging christopher after the day they both have had

IN CONCLUSION “AND BUCK ALWAYS SHOWS UP”

[pincushionx]

Listening to ‘I bet on losing dogs’ by Mitski and all I can think of is Caleb for some reason

While I think Caleb is a hallucination, I think about the possibility of ghost Caleb. Due to his body never being let to rest and his bones used to create new life he’s unable to move on. So he witnesses brother make a grimwalker, at first he’s shocked and disgusted, horrified by this act against nature but then he falls in love. This 1st grimwalker whose an abomination to life, who looks like he’s falling a part at the seems, who looks nothing like him, this uncanny being meant to replace him, was the most the most precious thing to him. It was heavily deformed but Caleb through his horror, loved the creature as soon as its head popped up from the ground. Perhaps it was that deep parental instinct in him , or the fact that he never met his own child but Caleb feels love for the being and is sadden that he’s unable to interact with him in a meaningful way. The grimwalker dies after a hour, it’s body too deformed and unstable to hold itself, it dies thinking it’s unloved as Philip simply let it die, neglecting the being, too disgusted by the beast and making plans on how to make the next one better as he withered. Caleb is heartbroken by this. And like that the cycle continues.

Not all grimwalkers are golden guards, many are just experiments or failures, his heart shatters for those whose survival was never a choice, all he can do is weep for their injustice. Their bones the base of the pit. He sees his brother, the boy he raised only grow colder and crueler. He hates that he misses the boy this monster used to be.

He watches over and over, a new grimwalker is born, lives poorly, and dies miserably. His babies, his children being murdered by his own brother and being able to do nothing about it. He’s tries to watch over Evelyn and his child and the generations of clawthornes after but he’s drawn back to the grimwalkers, they are made from his bone, his dna alone, he doesn’t dare to think of them as clones. The clawthornes have each other, these grimwalkers have nothing. He watches as they’re made to do heinous acts against witch and demon kind for their creator, their perception of the world being warped and freedom never being an option. Caleb thinks he would grow apathetic but the pain only grows as he watches the pile of bones get bigger. He sees his skeleton be reduced to quarter of its original size, he’s sees the wild land of the boiling isles being leashed by the rise of the empire.

He’s lost hope that his children would be ever able to escape, he’s seen to many die trying. He finds himself hoping they “stay in line” just to survive even if it wasn’t living.

But then one grimwalker, made from a rib, a child, the third one named Hunter made, finds flapjack. And he survives. He escapes his brothers wretched mind and runs, and like that, Caleb sees the first free grimwalker. His brother dies and he weeps for the child he raised. The boy, Hunter escapes to the Human realm. He follows. The world has changed so much, even more than the boiling isles. He finds himself exploring the place alongside the little grimwalker, Hunter and his friends. For the first time, he feels warmth. He wishes he could reach out and touch the boy and tell him how much he loved him. He wishes that for all the Grimwalkers but he wants to tell him how happy he is that he escaped. He watches Hunter grow a bond to kind women who treats him gently, with friends who love him dearly.

Hunter is his son and his son is alive. He mourns that he can never be a dad to the boy.

His son gets possessed, he watches his brother manipulate his sons body and he’s helpless to any of it, he had spent to much time following his son he didn’t think of the possibility of his brother being alive.

His son dies and Caleb feels as if he would be weeping for all eternity…but then his palismen, who he carved with his own hands lands on the boy chest and gives him life. He’s sadden by the death of his palismen but the bird has centuries to live, the grimwalkers never really had a life. This one a child, not even an adult like the previous where.

His son lives, now scarred and brown eyes and Caleb can’t help to think he’s only further solidified himself as his son. His son has powers, Caleb is a proud father.

Another grimwalker gets possessed but falls apart and dies immediately, Caleb mourns the son he never got a chance to see in proper lighting.

His brother dies. He grieves.

His son is cared for by adults who can be there for him. Caleb feels bittersweet. He watches from a distance, he’s accepted reality but he can’t help but imagine a life where is was him being the parent.

The bodies of his dead children are found, they are buried. Theirs names only remembered by the journals made by their creator.

His own body is found, or what remains of it. It’s buried, his son pays his respects and he feels like a proud father.

Suddenly theirs an opening and he can leave. He watches his remaining son grow a life for himself.

Caleb is at peace, he wants to watch but it’s his time to go. It’s been his time for centuries. He looks longingly to his living son. He wishes he was his dad.

He looks at the other side and hopes that he may reconnect with his wife, with their born child, and meet all the grimwalker children he never got a chance to show his love.

With the first breath he’s taken in centuries, he steps to the other side and Caleb is no more.

(Made myself sad and sorry for grammar issues)

[gunnrblze]

I hate that Rorke took Logan, yes. Put him through all that horrific torture and brainwashing. Turned him against the only people he had left, flipped his world upside down. However, there’s something I can’t help but be appealed by with this overall scenario. ↓

Maybe it’s the dynamic I think they’d have, the “leader and their dog that follows them endlessly” trope that always hooks my ass for some reason. I think Logan would learn (be forced into) a new flavor of loyalty. That more vicious type, the morally bankrupt type. Assuming he’s treated the same way Rorke was, he’d leave the pit and all of that torture believing the Ghosts/his family somehow betrayed him too.

I have no doubt Rorke would cook up some big lie to help Logan believe it. That those men betrayed him, and by proxy, also betrayed Logan. That his father and brother did so as well. Elias backstabbed Rorke, “lets his men die to save his own ass”, and not only did that make him a shitty lieutenant/soldier, but also a shitty father.

He’d no doubt use Hesh as a tool, I think. A tool to further Logan’s changing beliefs. Why didn’t Hesh save him? Why hasn’t he come for Logan? Tried to save him over himself? We can obviously tell from Hesh’s character that he’d easily sacrifice himself for Logan without hesitation, but I think Rorke would have him believing the same thing he believes about Elias, that he saved himself and let Logan take the brunt of it.

So if he can’t trust his brother or teammates, if his father was a sham in the first place, who does that leave? Rorke.

I imagine they’d be inseparable, bonded by a type of abuse that not many have been through, at least not in the way they had. And there’s something appealing to me about it. About Rorke, in a twisted way albeit, getting something good out of all he’s been through. Do I think the dynamic with him and Logan would be very controlling? Yes. Without a doubt manipulative and deceitful? Yes. But I think it’d be almost healing (again, in his own twisted mindset lmao) for Rorke to take Logan on as a sort of project. To train him to be a Ghost killer rather than a Ghost himself.

And after all the brainwashing, Logan would no doubt be blind to reality of course, and I think he’d follow Rorke without hesitation. In the same way that he followed Hesh blindly, went anywhere his older brother did, I imagine he’d do the same with Rorke. Rather than being bonded with Hesh through brotherhood and the war/enemy they were fighting, he’d be bonded with Rorke through that torture and “betrayal”, through the new enemy.

And given how similar Hesh and Rorke are, the parallels within their characters personalities/goals/motivations, I think Logan would see Hesh in Rorke. Not only would he be forcibly tied to him now, but he’d see his brother in this man, and I think it’d only unintentionally help draw him in.

I think Rorke would no doubt treat Logan like a son, in a way. His soldier, his bred killer, ready to follow him to the ends of the earth. In fact I think he’d make himself a surrogate dad of sorts. The opposition he had with Elias would continue on for him despite the man being dead I think, and it would only continue to fuel him. After all, that’s what started all of this, that was a turning point for him. He’d not only use it to his advantage in manipulating Logan, but I imagine he’d also be willing to take Elias’ place in a way, whether that’s expressly his intention or not. Quite literally just an “Elias wasn’t shit, but I am the shit” type mindset. He’d already told Elias he believed himself better than the man while he was beating the dogshit out of him, so I do think he’d have that type of “I could be a better father than your own father was” mindset. And as much as I hate it, I also can’t help but enjoy the idea (don’t kill me for this lol)

Fed Logan would be a complete monster too. He was already very good, trained by some of the best there was, but after being taken and beaten down by Rorke? After being primed by him? Yeah…as much as I’d like to root for the remaining Ghosts, I’m not sure how much I believe they’d successfully take down both of them given their track record already. Although I think the federation having been largely defeated would put a dent in Rorkes performance/operations, I still think he’d dominate the fight now with Logan on his side. But I also think Hesh could fight god with his bare hands after allat so who knows lmao

They’d be inextricably connected, Rorke would make sure of that. And despite them fighting for the wrong cause and coming after our beloved good guys, I think Fed Logan and Rorke would work so well together that I almost can’t even hate it completely.

[emchante]

Its me again! Hope you had a great sleep! (Aka i hope you conjured up more thoughts in your dreams)

Divorced dad!Daniel coming home to see reader having a tea party or playing a game with the kids noticing how much they’ve grown to like us! Smiling watching the scene for a minute before announcing he’s home and then he’s forced (he begged) to join in, after a while the game has to end because its dinner time and the kids have to get to bed but danny has a heart to heart with us (whilst cuddling in bed/on the couch) about how appreciative he is!

- 🐨

KOALA NONNIEE i am so happy to see you back!! my sleep originally was pretty ass, but i slept on and off all day so<3 ready to answer my asks at midnight (peak writing time for me, supposedly.

I LOVE THIS!! drabble below for this<3

it’s a little while into yours and daniel’s complicated relationship when he starts trusting you to watch his kids on your own. he knows you’re more than capable from the start, but it’s just his own inner battles he’s been fighting.

so when he arrives back home and shouts out to let you all know, he’s a little worried when he gets no response. no footsteps pattering down the hall, no ‘daddy!’ from his kids, no hugs or kisses. he shuts the door and kicks off his shoes before he goes on a hunt around the house, and it doesn’t take him long to find where you all are.

you, his son and his daughter are all in her room, a small table set up as you all sit on small chairs, with a mix of teddies around you, guests of his son and daughter. he smiles at the scene, watching as his daughter offers you some fake tea, which you gracefully accept. you all engage in conversation, and he loves how well you get his kids.

you’re so expressive with them to let them know you care, always asking further questions to keep the conversation going. he loves that you tease them and they tease you back, showing you have a close relationship. his heart swells at the sight, loving how much his kids have grown to like you. his heart skips a beat when he realises how much he had grown to like you, much more than he originally anticipated.

daniel lingers too long though, as it’s not long before his daughter, ever attentive, notices a figure in the door. and that’s when the “daddy, daddy! come join us!!” is shouted, as she gives him puppy dog eyes. “i even have a seat for you.. and a bear!” and shit. how can he deny that?

so, now daniel is sat on a tiny chair next to you and his nominated teddy bear, having tea with you and his kids. and he’s enjoying it. a lot. he loves having these small, family-like moments. his kids don’t get moments where they have both parents happy and together, and now you’re here? almost like a maternal figure? he swallows the lump in the his throat at the thought. that’s a conversation for another day.

the tea party lasts for a long time, so long that it ends up running past the kids bedtime. so, you help daniel put the kids to sleep, giving them a little hug and tucking them in to make sure they’re nice and toasty. you feel your heart swell when his daughter gives you a special kiss on the cheek, smiling bashfully at you.

and after that, you and daniel are in bed too. cuddling up closely, stealing the warmth from one another. tracing fingers over the other’s hot skin, placing kisses on the other’s soft lips. it’s a soft, loving moment. and daniel thinks it’s the right time to say something about today.

“i wanted to thank you,” he whispers, rubbing his nose against yours. “thank me?” you ask with a giggle, and he nods against you.

“yeah, thank you. you’re great with them, y’know. you just.. get them. much more then their mother does, too. she doesn’t put the time in to bond with them, she just.. uses them. wants them as doctors or lawyers, getting her money,” daniel tells you, shaking his head in anger at the thought. “but you? you took the time to know them, understand them and their likes, adapt to them. and i can’t thank you enough for that. you’re perfect sweetheart, i hope you know that.”

and you’re tearing up a little because fuck, you weren’t expecting that. not at all. all you can do is take him in for a deep kiss, to express your thank you in return for his kind words. daniel moves on top of you, pushing you gently into the mattress as his large hands caress your body, and things get a little more sensual as he shows you how much he loves you<3