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mel-kusanagi · 10 months
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mylo and miguel
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a quick sketch of my spidey oc mylo and her dad miguel (they're talking about a guy named peter at miguel's workplace)
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ellieslittleburrow · 29 days
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Coming home late..doesn't keep Dean okay.
Summery : You've been acting out, lately. Or at least that's what Sam and Dean called it. For you it was just having fun, living. That is until Dean couldn't take it anymore...
Warnings : a bit of a violent behaviour, stern brother
Pairings : Dean winchester x sister reader
A/n : AHA WHATS THAT TITLE. Also i'm sorry if this brings bad memories to any of you guys ❤️ Comments are much appreciated peeps 🌸
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"Lookie here"
A voice you have so carelessly gotten used to, tinted with a hint of disappointment and of passive aggressiveness. "Miss wild life has just come back from her adventures."
You sighed as your boots tiredly thump the metallic steps of the bunker and Dean emerged through the metallic columns.
"What?" You threw your arms out. "Am i not allowed to go out now? Should i ask for your permission for everything?" You spat out. Fucker really had to do this as soon as you came back home?
"No!" Dean rose from the chair and dangerously made his way to you. "You could've answered the phone one of the 10 times i called, though!" He sounded enthusiastic for a second. "Or maybe just gotten home on time." And then that enthusiasm shifted to disappointment. And after a few seconds of silence, he spoke again, his voice fatigued. "What are you doing, kid?"
It was a simple 4 worded question. But the answer to it requiered a few shrinks and lots of writing. You didn't know why you were acting this way, really. To you it was no big deal. Why do they want to force everything on you? Get home at this hour, wear this and not that, eat, don't talk to that person, don't haunt this and that...You were just done with all this attention to the little details that meant nothing to you...You just..wanted them to notice you, what you liked, your qualities, the fact that you knew well enough how to haunt. There was also the fact that...handling things on your own was no longer a possibility..The pain, the nightmares, the memories.
"I'm not doing anything, Dean. I just got home like-" You stop to look at your watch. "A fucking hour late. Boohoo, what a big fucking dea-"
"LILY."
You stop! Faltering for a tiny moment before quickly recovering, adrenaline pumping through your body.
"Don't raise your voic-"
You'd spoke but Dean interrupted you, closing the gap between you, sending you staggering backwards. But you still hold your head up high, chest puffed up and ready to fight...cleching your fists as your hands trembled.
"i don't think you understand, lily." Your brother wrapped his hand around your arm, looming over your -what felt like- tiny body. You held your gaze down. Are you still going to fight? Or are you going to apologize and move on?
"It's not because i let you loose that it's actually acceptable for you to behave this way. I understand that you're angry and that you're taking it out on me-"
"that's fucking stupi-"
Fight it is..
"it's not stupid, you're acting out like you're five."
"i swear to god and i promise you, if you ever do this again, lily, you're done. And not done the way you usually are. I promise you that if you do this ever again, i will make sure you never forget that day. "
You scoff and shrug, the perfect cocktail for Dean's eyes to go lower, darker. Angrier. But all that bitterness washed away... and he nodded, slowly.
"Okay then" He let go of your arm and you internally wished he didn't. It felt now like you'd rather he grounds you and yells, because that smile meant that whatever was coming, was going to be much worse.
"Since you're all grown up and ready to take care of yourelf, let me change it up for you."
Much worse indeed..
He stood up straight and you shrunk again. You didn't want this!!! This is not what you had in m-
"We've already got enough problems on our plate, you acting out, with your temper tantrums and your shit-" He shakes his hands. " i'm not having it."
You'd speak up...apologize..But you're too angry and terrified to even think. Let alone talk.
"You do this shit again, you're out. Capiche?"
You opened your mouth to speak but!- you're stunned. And a lump grew heavy in your throat as regret set in....
"And you watch your language, or else i promise you i'll smack your face so bad your jaw will hurt."
Your eyebrows stood up in surprise..Never has Dean EVER been this violent. And by the looks of it, he meant it. He meant all of it. Every single word. And you...you-
You burst into tears, choking as saliva pooled in your mouth. You've never felt such things and-and you don't get why he'd eve-
"I asked you a question, lily." He thundered but you were in no state that would get you to stop crying, anytime soon. Only an unintentional whimper escaped your lips. "Lily, i asked you a question." He demanded again, groaning higher.
You nod, hoping it would get him off you but...that only infuriorates him more. "ANSWER ME."
his tone turned more violent, piercing your ears and you nodded again. "Yeah. Yes-I I understand." Your lips trembling as your upper body leaned away from him.
Just then does he let go of your arm. "'Out of my face now, kid."
Without hesitation, you stepped aside, heading for your room.
You placed the back of your hand on your mouth, covering it before another wave of tears comes in.
You might've fucked up, badly this time, as Dean has never been this mean to you. And it just felt like....John and Sam all over again.
You had to do something about. But it could wait. Until Sam came back.
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Ola, yall! I love writing angst 😭😭😭 What do we think???? ❤️❤️❤️🥀🥀🥀
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reaversanctuary · 5 months
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we forget we were human  (what do we need with the sun?)
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apolloskazoo · 11 months
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words cannot express how much I love this photo. they both look so confused,, disgruntled even. I don’t even know why they just have the same look on their faces and I love it. I love that they’re walking around together looking as if the mere existence of everything in their general vicinity is bothering them. they are so father-daughter
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azuneekun · 10 months
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hii!! love your art, question: if you have had any kids in sdv what have you named them??
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I got all 3 of my farmers married with kids 👍✨
(Ari belongs to @50der in our multiplayer game)
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fauvester · 10 months
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someone asked about girldad julian.. he’s trying his best
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random-lil-illing · 3 months
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low effort doodle of the butcher gang :)
hey. psst. @impishly-queer. this is a gift for you. :]]
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shirokuart · 4 months
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Klaus
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greywitchproject · 4 months
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He'll be fine
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peachy-doodles · 3 months
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sososo excited for the Eastward DLC coming out soon wahhhhh everyone pls play this game its soooo charming ;u; <3
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bluejaysgonerogue · 21 days
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okay but Price and Adopted!Daughter???
Adopted her after her family died. He was her father’s closest friend, she knew him etc. She was ten, turned 16 when he was promoted to Captain.
After she set her mind on joining the SAS because her dad is so cool, he took her to mil-sim over a weekend because ‘if you’re gonna join i might as well make sure you’re prepared.’
Queue the 5AM runs before school at 8. The workout program packet he compiled for her to make sure she would be safe out there.
Her nanny/the house caretaker is Ex-SF, approved by Laswell, has superb training in home defense, just generally a badass. Really nice woman too, makes amazing eggnog and cookies.
She's in TF141 as a Sergeant. The team jokingly calls her and Price the Dynamic Duo because they move so seamlessly together.
Falls asleep on the hard couch in his office while waiting for him to go home
a private once tried to harass her. Fully aware she was a Sergeant in the SAS, even knowing she was in TF141, he still tried to put the moves on her. Except Price was taking a cigar break outside. You can imagine how pissed Papa Bear Price was. That private cleaned the men's toilets with a toothbrush for three weeks before Price let him stop.
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ellieslittleburrow · 4 months
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Geralt Headcanons
Painrings : Geralt of rivia x daughter/ Geralt x platonic! Reader
Warnings : none
A/N : hello peeps, i tried my best to make them broader and not just limit them to father daughter stuff, we can turn one of them into a little ficcie if desired. Alsoo Comments are much much appreciated. Enjoyyy 🥀
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You and Geralt had found each other on destiny's commands. It wasn't easy, suddenly being under somebody's wing, having to trust them and listen to them.
Whenever danger was felt, Geralt would place a hand on your shoulder, his own little protective move, prepared for whatever's about to come.
When you're out in a market or somewhere he deems to be dangerous, he makes sure to always be somewhere behind you. No matter how far you get away, he's always somewhere close watching over you.
After a few of your nightly freakouts, Geralt offered up a little spot beside him every night. He doesn't order you to come over. He doesn't ask if you want to come over. He just settles down on whatever bed he's sleeping on and puffs up a little pillow he keeps beside him. If it's a whole seperate room. Then the same line is growled :"I'll keep my door open in case i am needed."
A boy smiles at you and the witcher is there to smile back. Not in a possessive way. Not in a she is untouchable kind of way. Just a simple smile, to assert his threatening presence. A smile that says if she is hurt, you're fucked.
Mornings are your least favorite time of the day. Geralt is always at the foot of your bed, gently swinging your foot left and right, in an attempt to wake you up. It surely annoys you but it's not until he grabs your wrist and pulls it upwards that you start getting annoyed. And then comes the full pull, when he grabs you from under the armpits and drags you out. You groan in unpleasentness but let go anyways.
Late nights are for sure your favorites, though. Just a grumpy old guy running after you and pleading for you to go to sleep. You dodge his reaching arm, giggling at his frowning features. He growls your name and sighs, giving up. And you just stand awkwardly, triumph radiating out of you.
What you reeeally dislike, though, is those little fights you and Geralt have about your future and your training. Him not wanting you to get in harm's way. You doing everything possible to get in harm's way. He yells at you. You never ended up crying or anything like that. You just bottled it up and sat in your little corner, getting slowly eaten up by the deafening silence that reigns the space. But then one of you breaks it. And everything slowly goes back to normal.
All in all, life with the witcher is not easy. But how could you deny the warmth that coated your broken heart, the warmth that filled it with love. The warmth that filled it with the father, brother, protector that you never had.
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End of poem. I could never use such methodology for my own school work, goddammit. Anyway, i hope yall like this ❤️❤️❤️🥀🥀🥀
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mikaikaika · 1 year
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Q!Quackity's relationship with the Soot and Sinfonia-Minecraft family becomes even more complicated once you realize that him and Q!Missa are ex-boyfriends
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blu3b1rd · 6 days
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I have had this au on the mind again, obviously, so here's a piece. He's trying his best as a single father with a daughter who's had a 20 year rebellious phase.
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she takes after her dad very much in this au.
Also i shouldn't need to say it but this au presents these two as adopted family, so there is no shipping or whatever. And I will not tolerate any reblogs/comments that imply it.
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kelpiemomma · 9 months
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forgive the random idea, but I was thinking about how much I love stories about people with power and in power, able to destroy lives and countries without a thought, being immeasurably strong and deadly... Being so soft and gentle towards their child.
Ingo being a god, a god who's been around for millenia. He's seen nations rise and fall, people come into and out of power. He's been revered and feared and forgotten and renamed. He's lived inthe heavens and on the earth. He's been mortal as an immortal, living a human life before dying and returning to godhood. He is old and tired and powerful. He has caused forest fires and destroyed mountains. He has provided bountiful harvests and life saving rains.
And then one day a child is left on the floor of his temple. A pair of wanderers stayed the night, and with nothing else to their names they left their infant behind. Ingo has no idea who they were, barely noticed that they had lingered, but the disturbance of the child left behind - a taste of innocence that lingers on his tongue, like the breeze over a wheat field and the cleanliness of a newborn - has him going to see what was left.
He's never had a child left as an offering, as payment. Sacrifices? Yes. But this one is still alive. She is so small, her eyes so big, and she looks at him without fear. He can't remember the last time he was looked at without fear, without blind devotion. He hesitates to touch her, not sure how to be gentle, and she reaches out first. She grabs his finger and begins to chew on it.
And Ingo is lost.
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iminkandpaper · 2 months
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Sidekick rammed into Villain, setting them both onto an off-balanced stumble into a food cart, where they collapsed in a heap.
Villain stood, dusting off his three piece suit. If he wasn't in his Civillian attire he would have retaliated much worse than the ensuing "Who the fuck are you?"
"S-s-sidekick?" The girl was suited and masked. On further inspection, he saw that her hands were cut and she had a bruise forming on her chin.
"You don't sound too sure of that," Villain said. He stared down at the girl- she couldn't be older than fourteen.
"Sidekick," she said again, more sure of herself. Sidekick backed up further into the wall. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you."
"How old are you?"
"Thirteen," she blurted. Then, seeing his look of disbelief, said, "but it's okay, Hero is usually with me when I go out. Most of the time anyway. Sometimes I'm alone because he- never mind, I saw you and I just really really need your help."
"You need my help?"
"Yes."
"With?"
"I need you to hide me or something."
Sidekick hugged her knees. She looked so vulnerable. Villains lips twisted into a confused frown. Even out of the suit he wasn't exactly the best liked person out there. In fact, he had several suits against him for tax evasion, though they never could seem to catch him what with the exorbitant amounts of money he threw at the feds.
"Or something," he repeated. Villain crouched so that he was eye level with Sidekick. "Why me?"
She mulled it over for a moment before she settled on, "you're rich and shady."
At that, Villain sputtered, "I am not shady."
He didn't deny the rich part.
"You are so shady, dude." She nodded solemly, a 'there there, it's all right' sort of consolation.
"Fine. Whatever. Who am I hiding you from?" He looked mildly annoyed now, and Sidekick bit her lip. She muttered something unintelligible. "What?"
She muttered again.
"Kid, I can't hear a thing you're saying."
"I need you to hide me from Hero," she said louder. Villain almost fell over.
"From... Hero?"
She nodded. "You're the only one who can, I've seen the way you lose the feds and the... whoever else."
Villain didn't want to do it. He really didn't want to. But she looked so... sad. He didn't like it, and when Villain didn't like something, he fixed it. So he took her home, gave her a room and clothes before they sat down to talk.
Sidekick was unmasked when she came into the study. Villain glanced up. She looked frustratingly familiar, though he couldn't place it.
A fresh bruise anointed her cheek, glaring him in the face. It was an extension of the mark he had seen on her chin. This wasn't from a nighttime scrabble.
"Who?"
She shook her head and said she couldn't tell him. Villain asked again. He had a few guesses with the way she fidgeted with her fingers and avoided looking him in the eye.
He eyed the necklace she wore, a dog tag with her name and date of birth.
"I'm a Foster kid," she explained. "They set up a system where we had to wear these for in case."
It hit him then.
"You're Alias."
"Yeah." She fidgeted more with the dog tag. "Hero is fostering me, but-"
Villain made a motion with his hand for her to keep talking. She shook her head.
"Well, since its out there," Villain mused at finally knowing Hero's identity, "I should mention I'm Villain."
Sidekick looked unsurprised.
"Did you know?"
"Yes."
"Lovely. Go to bed, I'll deal with your situation."
In the morning, Sidekick woke to news of Hero dying from a heart attack. She went down to breakfast where Villain was reading a newspaper.
"Good morning."
"You killed him."
"He was an abusive shit." Villain sipped his coffee. "It was warranted."
Sidekick didn't argue.
She opened her mouth, but Villain beat her to it. "You can stay for as long as you'd like, Kid. I'll have paperwork drawn up so I don't catch a case of kidnapping."
She stayed. Indefinitely.
Sidenote: Villain also imposed a nighttime adventure ban, which Sidekick tried and failed numerous times to break.
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