Starter call. Capping this at 3! For multimuses, please let me know for who is meant to be ♥︎
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when your children are still babies, they get so so upset when gojo comes home and doesn’t immediately pick them up. your baby has recently learned that the sound of the front door opening and closing usually signals the return of their father so tonight, when the door opens, your baby’s head perks up. when he finally takes his shoes off and makes his way into the home, he spots his little angel on the couch. “hi baby!” he coos at them with a smile on his face and his hands full with some packages. “let me go put these down and i’ll be right back!” he tries to explain, to which your baby just obliviously smiles at, just happy to see their father and know that he’s giving them attention. but when they realize that he’s leaving their sight and didn’t immediately pick them up… oh have mercy. it becomes a shit storm because who does he think he is?? to not give his baby all his time and attention! gojo comes running back into the living room confused as to why they’re crying but as soon as he picks them up, they stop crying and start giggling. what a dramatic little baby you’ve been blessed with. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree ig
— doc dad levi anon
SHUT UPPPPP because you know Satoru loves the attention too, they’re a perfect match together bye. All you can do is stand, bemused, as Satoru picks up the baby and almost instantly quells his crying, rocking him back and forth before stretching his arms to hold the kid at eye level with him and cooing, “Oh, I’m sorry my love, I missed you too, soooooo much,” Satoru bends his arms to brush their noses together and grin at the giggles the baby emits, “You missed me too, yeah? Aren’t you the sweetest little thing, missing me like that? So precious.” Satoru covers the baby in kisses and sweet words for nearly five straight minutes and they both love to bask in each other’s attention (you have the videos to prove it).
Something kinda funny tho is… you’re 98% sure your son can tell that Satoru will give into quickest lmfaoo. Your baby cries sometimes when you have to leave him, sure, and can definitely throw a fit when he wants your attention—but he seems to know to cry (or squeal, or babble, or screech) on demand for his sucker of a father. Nanami, Shoko, Megumi, and Yuuta (your on rotation band of baby sitters) have noticed that the kid loves to be held and has no shame gesturing for it—but they’ve never experienced the baby crying when they so much as step away for a moment, unless he’s hungry or needs to be changed. You don’t have the heart to tell Satoru he’s being played tho, so you just let them have their moment <333 (not that it would matter, Satoru can’t stand to see your kid cry in any capacity, so he’d go right back to giving in; plus it’s a win-win in his book anyway: baby stops crying, and he gets cuddles from his son).
(Then again, you think the need and love for attention might just be genetic, because Satoru has cried big tears a handful of times just leaving you and your baby at home for a few hours).
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A gentle and I hope kind reminder:
It makes just as much sense to not have a significant other and kids as an adult as it does to have them, whether you're talking about real life or writing characters.
The submas fandom is chock full of aro and/or ace people, so of course a large amount of people prefer to not go the amatonormative nuclear family route with characters whose home lives are a blank slate.
It doesn't "not make sense" and I again kindly ask anyone who thinks being alone or living with family or solely having platonic relationships as an adult is weird or a crazy idea to think about why they feel like that.
Having a partner isn't "probable," in real life or fiction, just because someone's sexuality or status is unknown.
Everyone is allowed to choose whatever sexuality and relationship status they want for characters, please just be mindful about how you speak about certain concepts okay? Characters can have no opinion on how things are written but real aro and/or ace people do, and it doesn't feel very good to read stuff like this.
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Picture: Danny, as little baby man, with an army of ghost blobs living inside a trash container like a family of possums in Gotham and suddenly someone opens that container and there is a glowing mass with equally glowing eyes staring at them frozen.
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also a Dirk Gently WIP whenever just for kicks. from the ongoing Forces Unseen sequel
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“Holy shit,” Todd said, hearing Dirk come in through the door he’d left propped open. “Did you know we can see the Washington Monument from here?”
Dirk joined him at the window and wrapped an arm around his middle from behind. He was suddenly feeling a bit clingy, like he was going to need to front load all the cuddles he could get, which was abjectly ridiculous. Todd had never shied away from that, if anything it was Dirk who’d been jumpy lately about tender little moments like this. Still, Dirk couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d be wanting more of this later but might not be able to get it. He hooked his chin over Todd’s shoulder and squinted out the window, not sure what Todd was referring to.
“The bloke on the penny’s house?” he asked, not seeing it. “I don’t think he lives in DC anymore, Todd.”
“What?” Todd asked, pulling back a little to look at him before pointing at a large lit-up obelisk surrounded by illuminated American flags. “No, that. I’ve only ever seen it in movies, National Treasure didn’t prepare me for the real thing.”
“Ohhh,” Dirk said, comprehension dawning as he held Todd close to his front. “You mean the giant pencil statue.”
“The giant—Dirk, that’s the Washington Monument. As in George Washington? It doesn’t even look like a pencil.”
“Doesn’t look much like George Washington either,” Dirk mused, and whatever retort Todd had been about to fire back was interrupted by the sharp trill of Dirk’s phone.
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for: open starter ( @fairfordstarters )
where: poshed and sloshed
bravery is a newer addition to her list of wants and things to be, something that certainly shows and while it isn't as if dealing with overly drunk customers is a new experience for her, dealing with them alone is a little more... fresh.
of course, applying what she'd seen the likes of tyson and the other men that worked at 'poshed and sloshed' doesn't hit quite the same when her voice shakes and she isn't quite as tall, but hell, aylin tried. she'd even raised her voice, threatened to ban them and even grabbed her phone to call her brother to come to the rescue and definitely do a better job that she had. but in the end, she'd needn't call for back up, because back up had already been there.
coming back into the bar wringing her shaking hands, aylin plasters on a smile and takes a breath, happy to hear the familiar and settled buzz of her family's business again and not the shouts of a bitter drunk.
"um... thanks for backing me up," she chuckles awkwardly. "i thought i was gonna have to chase him out with a bar stool or something. could you imagine?" a pause, long enough to giggle to herself. "i'd never be able to live that down."
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Absolutely wild that it's already been 3 weeks since I moved it feels like half that.... also feels like I'm still in recovery mode (I keep being like "recovering from What dude" to myself but I know the answer it's just. Hard to think let alone say or write.) but I've been slowly watching so many things on my list that I've been meaning to get to and not had the bandwidth for which feels like progress? Like I'm exhausted physically but mentally I feel way better. I know I have a lot of things I need to do but it's not stressing me out as much as it used to bc no-one is breathing down my neck about them & I can get to them as quickly or slowly as I want. I'm not forcing myself to do things when I'm not up to it and yet they still get done and I don't feel like shit during the process. I didn't mean for this to be this long I'm just. Aaa
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