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[dashingdad]

Sorry for the lack of content but I won’t be able to be online much for the next little bit. It’s all very personal problems, but in short my mother and grandmother are suing me and fighting to remove me from the family, over my late dad and grandfathers property ( which is in my name ). So I am just very overwhelmed with adult things and I just can’t be here right now. I’m so sorry and I miss all of you. I will try to be on some, but as of right now I’m to mentality and emotionally exhausted to do anything but … well cry honestly. 

#( ooc. ) #( queue. ) #tw negitive

[dashingdad]

Sorry for the lack of content but I won’t be able to be online much for the next little bit. It’s all very personal problems, but in short my mother and grandmother are suing me and fighting to remove me from the family, over my late dad and grandfathers property ( which is in my name ). So I am just very overwhelmed with adult things and I just can’t be here right now. I’m so sorry and I miss all of you. I will try to be on some, but as of right now I’m to mentality and emotionally exhausted to do anything but … well cry honestly. 

#( ooc. ) #( queue. ) #tw negitive

[dashingdad]

Sorry for the lack of content but I won’t be able to be online much for the next little bit. It’s all very personal problems, but in short my mother and grandmother are suing me and fighting to remove me from the family, over my late dad and grandfathers property ( which is in my name ). So I am just very overwhelmed with adult things and I just can’t be here right now. I’m so sorry and I miss all of you. I will try to be on some, but as of right now I’m to mentality and emotionally exhausted to do anything but ... well cry honestly. 

#( ooc. ) #tw negitive

[dashingdad]

father and daughter reunite

#( fanart. )

[dashingdad]

HER.

     𝗌𝗁𝖾  𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌  𝗈𝗎𝗍  𝗍𝗈  𝗁𝗂𝗆 ,   shaking  his  hand  lightly  before  her  own  returns  back  to  her  side .   her  brow  raises  slightly  at  the  mention  of  him  seeing  something  similar  to  what  is  happening  now ,   curiosity  making  a  home  inside  of  her .

     “   i  travel  a  lot ,   for  archaeology  reasons ,   and  i’ve  seen  some  unnatural   —   𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴  and  yet  i  think  this  is  worse ,   ”     the  truth  escapes  her ,   but  it  isn’t  something  she  chooses  to  hide  and  there’s  a  brief  pause  that  she  allows  to  settle  between  them .     “   what  are  they ?   do  you  know ?   ”

           The father opened his mouth, but for a moment no sound came. Instead, a silent moment of UNDERSTANDING. Trying to piece together that UNNATURAL puzzle that sat right outside, ready to RIP into the two if they dare step outside, “ ... Lycan’s, I think ... At least that’s we they’re being called. “

It was ODD at best and unbelievable at worst, yet here they were. Ethan looked at the woman again, “ You’re an archaeologist? “ He smiled, offering a LIGHTER conversation. Something to KNOCK the tense weight that sat over them aside, “ That’s impressive ... Have you been here long? “

#lowsurvival #(( we both know that ethan would fight for a live laugh love sign lmao )) #(( at least let him have a pillow with home. on it djkfsdh ))

[dashingdad]

#( aesthetic. )

[dashingdad]

FRIEND?

      @dashingdad​   ,         liked for a starter.

       should   she   trust   him?   but   it’s   not   long   until   she   hears   him   mention   a   daughter.   &   suddenly,   she’s   not   just   mad   that   they’ve   both   been   dragged   to   this   awful   place,   but   whoever   dragged   them   here   had   the   audacity   to   steal   a   child?   ❝   i’ll   help.   —   if   you   want.   i   was   brought   here   too,   but   priority   is   finding   your   daughter.   ❞  

          Help was a delicacy amongst the village, and often those who offered it would have to PAY for their kindness in BLOOD. It was something Ethan had already SEEN, already put himself and others through. Tired eyes watched the women for a moment, as if he could really REFUSE her help. 

“ Thank you. “ He spoke, a WEAK smile follows, “ ... It’s gonna be dangerous. “ Yet, a part of the father suspected she already KNEW that, “ ... I’m Ethan, by the way. “ 

#anxietyworns #(( get ready cause ethan will dad the shit outta you lmao ))

[dashingdad]

be kind & respectful to children or i WILL kill you with knives

#( musings. ) #(( they don't call him the father for nothin' )) #(( fhsdkjf ))

[dashingdad]

MILES

     Hᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs to argue the point (of course he does, when does he ever not argue about anything?), that even if he wasn’t, then he certainly carried one beneath his skin and that’s not so different from each other, but the words die long before they reach his lips, and he’s just — he swallows the words down, head tilted just so to lean into the palm further, own hand raised to fold over it. This is tender, and genuine; it’s been like this a lot more, back when they started out — but he never shuts up about anything but the important things, and then Ethan fills the ones he missed, or sometimes the other way around. One feeling too much, one too little.

     "Yours, mh?“ It’s just as low, and this helps to get him out of his head. They both have a lot of bad nights. Bad evenings. Too much trauma to work through on their own; but unable to help each other either.

     "When’ve you decided on that?”

           In a way, this was all just a calm before the STORM. The beginning of the end, that would inevitably come for them. Dragging the two men back to their reality, that PANIC and PAIN they called life. Where memories were not so KIND, but rather growling. BITTING even. 

Ethan moved to let his chin rest on the others chest, his eyes becoming more and more adjusted to the darkness around him. So that he could see the others face more CLEARLY, causing an easy hand to rise. Pushing the hair from his forehead, before letting the fingers rest on the side of Miles face. His thumb tracing patterns over stubble, “ hmm ... About a few minutes before you first kissed me. “ The answer made Ethan smile, remembering SWEETER time. 

The two were always so hard on THEMSELVES, which would leek onto one another. A black tar, that soured the mood. The father sighed through his nose, before letting eyes slide CLOSED. His head turning to rest over Miles chest, listening to the rhythm inside, “ ... Are you okay with that? ... Being mine. “

#apostlc #(( this is very sweet )) #(( and i'm worried to see who will ruin it first lmao ))

[dashingdad]

Villain apologist? Nah, I don't apologize for anyone. What my lover does on his days off is not my business.

#( musings. ) #(( *ethan knitting quietly while his lovers destroys lives* )) #(( just cute bottom things )) #(( fshdjkf ))

[dashingdad]

KARL

“Sorry, buttercup.“ He’d just been… curious, that’s all. Yet part of Heisenberg could understand why this topic seemed to be rather… pricky, with everything that Ethan had gone through and somehow survived.

So the Lord focussed back on wrapping that bandage around the injured hand, slowly, carefully, making sure that any exposed, raw flesh was covered in a nice, smooth layer of fabric. Part of the man actually wondered why those digits hadn’t regrown, why it seemed to be harder for Winters’ body to recover missing fingers than re-attaching a sliced-off hand?… Maybe it was because of the fact that those fingers were not there anymore, nothing the other’s skin and bones could attach to? Nevertheless, it was still fascinating.

Once finished he carefully tucked the rest of the bandage beneath another layer so it stayed in place, nice and snug and secure, taking a good look at his handiwork by guilding the blond’s hand left and right, turning it genly between his own fingers. Observing, just to make sure it was as perfect as it could be.

“Knives?” Blinking, Heisenberg finally looked back up, meeting Ethan’s gaze with his own - cocking a curious brow at him before an amused yet surprised smirk stretched along his features.

“You want me to? Didn’t think you would be into such an idea-”

            A soft hum comes for the father. The pet name causing him to flush, as a dusting of PINK covers his features. It wasn’t a HORRIBLE thing, really. Ethan had always used pet names for those he LOVED, so to hear the engineer speak it so simply. It was ... NICE. It reminded him of a time that was not so HORRIBLE. When he felt more ... HUMAN. Yet, at the question, he chuckled. 

“ Actually I’m not. “ He admitted, as he FOCUS returned to the Lord, before looking over his handy work. What REMAINED of the damaged hand looked so SMALL, with the fingers gone. For a moment Ethan turned his attention to the Lords hands, as the held his own. Ethan had always felt SMALL compared to Karl, but never truly in a BAD way. It was just facts, “ Just wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be any ... surprises. I’d be pretty pissed if I accidently stabbed myself. “

He offered a GRIN, before leading closer. Letting his shoulder bump the mans, almost PLAYFULLY, “ ... Good think I trust you, huh? “

#metalbond #(( i'm here to give you cute boys lmao )) #(( fhksdf ))

[dashingdad]

Dad of the year

#( fanart. )

[dashingdad]

MEME // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

@beneviiento​​ asked;

"you stabbed me!"

            Every inch of the father SHOOK, as bloodied scissors rested CRUDELY  in his iron grip. The light dripping of blood was the only sound for a moment. Donna’s blood, falling from the fathers ONLY weapon. Ethan’s mouth opened, but all words sat HIDDEN in his throat. Watching as the HALLUCINATIONS of Donna’s world faded away, leaving only the puppet master with a GAPING hole in his shoulder. 

“ I--- I’m sorry. “ Was he? The apology had just come naturally, the father didn’t STOP to think how TRUE it had been. Yet, as the woman gazed at him as wad of GUILT pooled in his chest. He had never WANTED to hurt the other, he had never wanted to hurt ANYONE, “ i-I just ... I’m sorry. “ 

#beneviiento #( answered. ) #(( have some sad lmao ))

[dashingdad]

#( musings. )

[dashingdad]

MEME // ALWAYS ACCEPTING 

@gecsha​​ asked;

“ i can’t let her catch me again... ”

             “ She wont. “ 

                    The father moved easily to TOUCH the woman's arm, perfect silk met with digits caked in GRIME and GORE. He offered her a soft smile, giving the appendage a COMFORTING squeeze, before guiding her closer to him. Where arms found their way around her middle.

Ethan always had a habit of treating The Lady as if she was GLASS, but not for him assuming WEAKNESS. It was because she had already endured SO MUCH, to the father she deserved that GENTLE touch. He wouldn’t pretend to UNDERSTAND the things Miranda had done before he arrived, he already had ENOUGH ideas from the short time of being in the village. He knew what the WITCH was capable of. He couldn’t image what the woman had been through. Yet still he was always sweetly SURPRISED by the KINDNESS The lady offered him, “ I won’t let anything happen. You know that. “

#gecsha #( answered. ) #(( well they kissed. now i gotta be gross on main )) #(( fhsjkdfh )) #(( they're sweet tho ))

[dashingdad]

#( musings. )

[dashingdad]

MEME // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

@lowsurvival​ asked;

[ TRAUMA ] - having both experienced a massive trauma, sender and receiver share a hug in efforts to comfort one another in the aftermath.

             He is DEAD ... or at least, he WAS dead. The last he can remember was telling Lara to RUN, as they fought off what Lycan’s they could. Yet there was so many, TO MANY as they set the village around them ABLAZE. He could smell the heavy stench of ROT and SMOKE, then the rest is all BLACK. Yet the still healing SCARS of claws and teeth still litter his chest and stomach, Ethan can still FEEL his body molding back together. Pulling itself back into one piece. 

It was ODD and made his skin CRAWL, the realization of being alive when he KNOWS he should be dead. HE WASN’T HUMAN. Yet, that all changed when his gaze falls to HER, “ Lara. “ The name is spoken like a PRAYER as she runs to him, nearly knocking him OFF his feet as her arms wrap around him. Ethan holds her just as TIGHT, burring his face into she shoulder, “ I’m so sorry. “ His words are muffled, but he can’t STOP the apologies the spill from his lips. As if somehow they could HEAL the pain she went through. Erase the TERROR she saw. Ethan couldn’t even imagine, “ I’m sorry ... I’m so sorry. I’m here, I’m okay. “

#lowsurvival #( answered. ) #(( catch me fuckin up the dash once again )) #(( wish this amazing couple )) #(( fhdskjf )) #(( i cry )) #(( look at them ))