#ice dad

[hey-michael-young-history]

Continuation of Ice Dad stuff

Eventually the sauna cooled down just enough for Bing-Yun to break the chains. When he thought of her and the danger she may be in, the ice filled him, then encrusted him, then spread. 

By the time he stumbled out, the entire room was covered. 

Father was waiting. 

Bing-Yun fell to his knees in front of him, desperately trying to keep himself conscious. 

“You have done your part, Vortex. We will watch over the boy now.”

“Yes, Sub-Zero.” Bing-Yun didn’t care about the boy. His life has already been planned. He worried about her. 

“You will never see that woman again. If you are ever caught leaving the grounds to see her, the grandmaster will show no leniency and I will do as he commands.” 

“Yes, Sub-Zero.”

Bing-Yun saw Father’s boots turn and walk away. He was not allowed to see her. He would never feel her warmth, her soft parts, her porcelain skin, it was all fading before him. Gone, gone, gone. 

“Father. Please.” His baritone voice cracked as he felt heat behind his eyes and his vision blurred. “I… I…”

He didn’t know what to do with these overwhelming feelings, this feeling of emptiness, like his insides had rotted. He didn’t care that he was showing this to Father. He’d rather die than continue feeling this way. 

The boots returned. Bing-Yun braced himself for whatever physical discipline was coming. But instead, Father’s hand was heavy on his shoulder. 

“You were careless. You must be more careful… my son.” 

Then, far too soon, the hand was gone and Father’s boots were leaving again. 

You must be more careful… my son.

My son. 

And careful, he was. 

But to be careful meant that he needed to be cold again. He never snuck out, only left to go on missions. That meant that he needed to be quicker. More effective. Ruthless. 

His objective to finish missions as quickly as possible meant gaining more control over his cryomancy, more meditation for his emotional instability. That meant that he needed to stay away from her. For weeks. For months. For years. 

He knew that she noticed the difference the second she put her hand on his chest. But she never said anything. She was only happy to see him again. 

Bi-Han was getting older and she was also making comments that he was abnormally cold to the touch. Bing-Yun thought he would have more time. The boy was only four, but he was strong. Cold. Vicious to other people. At this rate, the grandmaster would be ordering him to retrieve the boy soon. When she asked him to sit and told him that she had wonderful news, he noticed that one of the pillows on her bed was frozen solid. It was Bi-Han. He had had a nightmare and she gave him a new pillow until she could thaw his. 

“Get out of here.”

“What?” She asked. 

“Take the boy. Go. Leave the country. You have relatives in America, correct? Go to them.”

“Bing-Yun, what’s wrong? Are we in trouble? Are we in danger?”

We. The unit they could never be. Tightness in his chest. Sharp tingling in his body. 

He stood, pulling his hand from her. The absence of her warmth only intensified the urge to unleash the ice. “If you don’t leave, I will kill you.”

Threatening people usually made them comply without question. Bing-Yun was confused when she didn’t respond. He then felt the most empty worthlessness when she began to cry. 

January 12th, 2022 12:59am         

#mortal kombat #lin kuei #ice dad #ice mom #bing yun #sub zero #granddaddy sub zero did his best #bing yun is trying #sub zero bloodline makes great warriors not great daddies

[mkstrigidae]

Backgrounds? *puts on sunglasses* I don't know her.

My favorite girl Sansa, here to eat lemon cakes and take names.

#asoiaf art #asoiaf fanart #sansa stark #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #got fanart #procreate #house stark #costume design #queen in the north #my art #sansa art #illustrations #fanart #drawing my favorite girlie again bc I had to be at my parents' place for a few days and stole my dad's ipad to play w procreate #this is a lil rushed/not as finished as i want it to be for that reason #me beginning this drawing: 'I'm going to not go crazy on the details like I usually do' #me trying to finish this drawing: '...ah beans' #there's supposed to be big fancy embroidery on her long sleeve but i ran out of time #anyways this is just one big giant 'what can i do with procreate' experiment #bc i am still a newbie with it #the show should have had FANCIER CLOTHING #still salty about this #based on my earlier circassian sansa sketch #I am beginning to loathe drawing fur but it is inescapable with my stark kiddos

[riality-check]

The eagerly awaited part 2 of the DILF!Steve concert saga is here!! Part 1, in case you missed it.

"You're not going."

"Come on! I haven't thrown up in an hour!"

"The drive to the venue is an hour and a half."

"Steve-"

"And if you throw up in my car-"

"Oh my God-"

"I'll kill you."

Steve doesn't need to see Dustin's eye roll in order to feel the full force of it through the phone.

"I'll just kill you. You'll have a headstone within the week that says Here Lies Dustin Henderson: Rightfully Murdered for Puking in Steve Harrington's Car," he continues as he packs Capri-Suns into the cooler for the car ride.

He doesn't remember ever being that thirsty as a kid, but if Anna wants strawberry kiwi, Anna gets strawberry kiwi. It helps that it's Steve's favorite flavor, too.

"I'd need a big ass headstone to fit all of that," Dustin snaps.

"Your big-ass ego would demand no less, shithead," Steve shoots back.

"Swear jar, Daddy!" Anna calls from her room, across the house because while she doesn't listen to Steve when he's right in front of her, she can hear him break the swear jar rule from halfway across the world.

He zips up the cooler, fishes a quarter out of his pocket, and throws it into the half-full soup can next to the stove.

(A quarter doesn't mean much, but Anna doesn't know that. The day Steve teaches that kid about inflation is the day his pockets become permanently empty.)

"Did she just swear jar you?" Dustin asks from over the phone.

"You baited me into it."

"I did no such thing."

Steve rolls his eyes. "You're not coming, though, are you?"

Dustin sighs, and, for all his teasing, Steve does genuinely feel bad. "I still feel like if I breathe wrong, I'll hurl, so, no. I don't think I'll manage the car ride, nevermind the actual show."

"Sorry dude."

"Don't be. Some dickhead will live stream the whole thing on Instagram, anyway. I'll live vicariously through them."

Steve snorts and picks up the cooler. He got Anna dressed beforehand, so it's just a matter of getting her to stop playing with whatever toy she dug up - Play-Doh has been the fixation of the week - in her room so they can go.

"Besides," Dustin continues, and Steve hates where this is going. "Anna loved the show, and you've got a reason-"

"Nope," Steve says, knocking on Anna's door. "Don't finish that sentence."

"All I'm saying-"

"I know what you're gong to say, which means you know my answer. I don't date."

Anna opens her door. From the little Steve can see inside, there are at least three containers of Play-Doh open and strewn across the floor. He thinks her Barbies are involved in it somehow.

"Time to go," Steve says, and he thinks, Please don't let there be Play-Doh in the Barbie hair.

"Five more minutes," Anna tries.

"Nope. Clean up and roll out."

"Hi, Anna," Dustin says through the phone.

"Uncle Dusty!" Anna shrieks, and she starts jumping up and down. "Are you comin', too?"

Dustin sighs, and Steve can't tell if it's at the nickname or if he's still cursing the universe. "No, but you and your dad have a great time, okay?"

"Can you, can you tell Daddy I should get five more minutes?"

Steve raises his eyebrows at her. Anna, to her credit, ignores him wonderfully.

"If you clean up," Dustin says, because he's actually Steve's favorite person right now, "you get to do more headbanging at the concert."

Anna gasps like Steve didn't already tell her that earlier today, and she gets to work on putting her toys away. Steve helps, of course, and he finds that there is, in fact, Play-Doh in two of her Barbies' hair.

Fun. They're going to turn into Buzzcut Barbies when Anna goes to sleep because he can already tell that they are the furthest thing from salvageable.

But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is getting Anna in the car, deploying the first two of many strawberry kiwi Capri Suns from the cooler, and making the drive to the venue, which Steve does with minimal road rage and accompanied by the Disney radio station.

Success by all metrics, really.

Dinner might as well be now, so Steve shells out a truly disgusting amount of money for overpriced chicken nuggets and fries at the venue. Anna will only eat half her portion but say she's hungry later, but that's what the snacks and water Steve smuggled in via his jacket are for.

They get to their seats, dinner finished up, just as the lights go down for the first opener. Steve looks to his left, half-expecting Eddie and his friends to be there before remembering that they won't be.

He tries not to feel too disappointed. He fails miserably.

The seat next to him, however, isn't empty. There's a note taped to the back of it, one addressed to Steve and Miss Anna, so Steve feels alright taking and opening it.

At the top, there's a messily scrawled phone number. Underneath, it says:

Here's my number. Probably a bad idea to call with all the noise. Texting works, though you should do that after the show. I'll be a little busy until then.

-Eddie

Steve puts the note in his pocket, puts Anna's ear defenders on, puts his own earplugs in, and looks at the stage, where-

Hang on.

He squints at the stage, where four guys have started playing a song that, frankly, sounds too much like literally all the music Steve listened to yesterday for him to care about all that much. The drummer is pretty small, with wild, curly hair. The bassist looks familiar. The lead singer, who is very talented but not to Steve's personal taste, also looks familiar. And the guitarist-

No way. No way in hell.

It's a total coincidence. Lots of guys have long, curly hair and heavy jewelry and big eyes and are wearing formal wear, for some reason, and catch Steve's eye, and-

"Thank you for such a great welcome!" the guitarist says, and his smile totally isn't doing anything to Steve, thanks very much.

Anna stops moving, where she's standing next to Steve, and climbs up into his lap to get a better look at the stage. She looks out, then back at Steve, then out, then back at Steve, making a face as confused as Steve feels.

Some days, he thinks he ended up with a clone, not a kid.

"I'll get off the mic in a second. I only do the talking because Jeff," the guitarist points at the lead singer, who ducks his head, "is really shy."

Jeff. That name is definitely relevant, but Steve is a permanent resident of denial.

"We fought about what song we were going to include next in our set list, so much so that we didn't decide until yesterday and had to consult a tiebreaker."

Okay, maybe Steve is a less permanent resident of denial than he thought.

"So, thank you to Miss Anna, who did great at headbanging for her first time-"

Anna whips around so fast, her forehead nearly collides with Steve's jaw.

"And to Steve, who's a big fan of American Psycho."

At the song name, the crowd loses their minds, and if Anna wasn't sitting right in front of him, Steve would join them.

Because what the fuck is happening right now?

His question isn't answered. In fact, about five more questions pop up in its stead when, during the bridge of the song, Jeff puts on a clear rain jacket and picks up a prop axe.

Please, God, don't let this traumatize my kid, Steve thinks.

Anna, thankfully, doesn't get scared. When Jeff brings the axe down, again and again, Steve's weirdo daughter fucking smiles. And giggles. It's kind of cute, actually.

When the song ends, she turns back to Steve.

"That's Eddie onstage," Steve says, and saying it, somehow, makes it real.

"I thought so!" Anna says, and she turns back to watch the show. Steve puts an arm around her waist so she doesn't fall off his lap when she bangs her head to the music.

The rest of the songs, in Steve's opinion, are better than the opening song. They're more melodic, which Steve can definitely get behind, and each of them has a gimmick onstage, all based off of various horror movies. It's ridiculous, but also really, really cool.

And Eddie, onstage, because it is the same guy who flirted with him and was so sweet to Anna yesterday, is really, really hot.

Steve has never had a thing for guitarists before. He's never had a thing for musicians before. Hell, until a year ago, he didn't realize he had a thing for men.

Eddie is. Uh. Yeah. Really doing it for him.

Steve doesn't know whether it's his enthusiasm, or the way he moves, or seeing his hair tied up, or the fucking dress pants and suspenders, or just his hands, but he does know he has to get himself in check because this is an all ages show and he's here with his daughter.

He already knows he can't add these songs to his grading playlist, not when they're accompanied by visuals of Eddie playing his guitar.

Sweet Jesus.

"Alright, that's our set!" Eddie says. "Thanks, y'all, for sticking around for us, and let's give it up for the next act!"

The crowd, including Anna and Steve, cheer as they exit and the lights go up.

Steve fishes his phone out of his pocket, fully intending to add Eddie's number to his contacts, and is greeted by not one, not two, but sixteen missed calls from Dustin Henderson.

Naturally, Steve calls him back. "Who died?"

"What the fuck?" Dustin yells, and Steve just puts the phone on speaker to save the rest of his hearing. "Did Eddie fucking Munson just personally thank you from the stage?"

"Swear jar, Uncle Dusty!" Anna says.

"Sorry," Dustin says. "But Steve. Answers. Now."

"How do you even-"

"Instagram live. Is Eddie the guy you were telling me about yesterday?"

Steve takes his phone off speaker. Prior experience tells him that this conversation has a less than zero chance of staying PG, nevermind PG-13.

"Yeah," Steve says. "He is."

"The one who flirted with you, and you forgot to ask for his number."

"Well, I have it now."

"What?" Dustin shrieks, and Steve is incredibly thankful that he didn't take his earplugs out.

"He left me his number on the seat."

"Text him."

"I was going to, until I saw that you called me sixteen times."

"Jesus Christ, Eddie Munson was flirting with you."

Steve rolls his eyes and hands a pack of gummy bears to Anna when she taps his arm. "He could have just been nice. I don't even know if he's into guys."

"Have you looked at him?"

"Wow, Dustybuns, I didn't know you were homophobic."

"I think it's the complete opposite of homophobic to try to get you laid."

"Hanging up!" Steve shouts because a part of him will never see Dustin as any older than thirteen, and no thirteen year old should ever say that.

"Text-"

Steve hangs up the call. "Can I have a gummy bear?"

"No," Anna says, mouth full, in her seat, legs swinging.

"I bought them."

She shrugs. "You gave them to me. Mine now."

Steve stares. She stares right back.

He sighs and opens a new pack of gummy bears.

With his mouth full of sweet Haribo corpses, Steve takes out the note and adds Eddie to his contacts. Before he can overthink it, he sends him a message:

I guess I don't have to ask you what you do for a living. Just so we're even on that front, I'm a teacher, and Anna's full time job is preschool.

He tucks his phone back into his pocket and focuses on making this a good experience for Anna, who somehow wormed her way into a conversation with the intimidating-looking couple sitting next to her.

Because it's totally not like a literal rockstar is going to text him back. Right?

Part 3!!

#ria writes #this au needs a tag #uhhh #d&c au #there we go #dilf & concert #this was inspired by me seeing ice nine kills open for metallica #in case you couldn't tell #as well as the really cool dad and kid i sat next to #at fall out boy #shoutout to them #they were awesome #anyway #real tags time! #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #st #st ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #corroded coffin #rockstar eddie munson #dilf steve harrington

[bluejay757]

reading Marceline's Scrapbook honestly and truly ripped my heart from my body.

It's starts off as Simon's journal and then he later passes it on to Marceline when he has to leave her.

This is his first entry, right after he found Marcy he talks about how when he found her she was afraid of everything around her, including him. That the first night after he found her she didn't sleep, but instead cried all night.

Simon talks about how much he loves Marceline, and how she's keeping him alive. Because if he didn't have her, he'd have no reason to live. He basically outright says he wishes he was dead so if he didn't have Marceline to look after he probably would have killed himself.

And it starts to get more and more sad when he starts referring to Marcy as Gunther.

This was Simon's last entry before giving the journal to Marceline and the last thing he said in it was, "God help me" which I find really dark for, one, a cartoon, and two, adventure time specifically since Glob replaces God in most peoples vocabulary in Ooo so this really highlights his humanity imo.

But whats really sad is seeing how significantly his hand writing changes over time, it starts out very neat and ends up looking like chicken scratch.

This was Marceline's first entry in the journal, she wrote in it for a while before Simon left her. I highlighted where she called Uncle Simon. Because...

She later refers to him as a father, yes I know it's in quotation marks but she's talking about Simon and Hunson in the same way and Hunson is her actual dad. Everything about their relationship makes me want to tear my heart out.

Edit: I saw a couple people were confused, when she says "day 4 without Dad" she is referring to Hunson, this is shortly after he stole her fries and she forced him to leave, but he did things far worse than that. He killed her friends after he promised he would help save them, and him eating her fries after she hasn't eaten hot food in literal years was just the straw that broke the camels back. She was maybe 11 years old at that point.

"Maybe more."

#simon petrikov #adventure time #marceline #marceline the vampire queen #ice king #fiona and cake #Simon is marceline's real dad and you can't change my mind #fionna and cake

[livwritesstuff]

“Steve,” Eddie mutters, “Stop it, you’re staring.”

Steve is staring, eyes fixed on a family sitting in a cluster of seats two rows ahead of them on the commuter rail — a mom and dad with three kids, the oldest no older than ten, the youngest four or five. They’re not too much older than Steve and Eddie’s own kids (who are seven, five, and two), and by the looks of the princess dresses and mouse ears and branded souvenir bags they’re also on their way home from the afternoon Disney on Ice show at the TD Garden.

“That mom,” Steve says, addressing Eddie even though his gaze doesn’t shift away from the unsuspecting targets of his relentless judginess, “is upset because her kids are whining and misbehaving, but they asked for food and she said no, and they said they were bored and she ignored them.”

In Steve’s defense (not that Eddie would actually say any of this to him; he doesn’t need the egging on), his assessment isn’t exactly incorrect. All three of those kids are either colossally melting down or just on the verge of doing so, and both of their parents are mostly ignoring them.

“God, and they’re gonna grow up learning they can’t rely on their parents for help,” Steve continues, “I just...I just don’t get why we had to go through all those evals and interviews and home visits and shit before we were deemed suitable parents when any idiot straight couple can just have a kid with no regulation whatsoever.”

“Steve,” Eddie says through gritted teeth as he glances at their own daughters to make sure they aren’t eavesdropping (they’re not – Moe and Robbie are sitting by the window and playing with the toys they’d gotten to pick out during intermission, and Hazel is halfway to asleep in Steve’s lap), “My love — little pitchers.”

Steve only shrugs, but he does drop the subject for the rest of the train ride.

The universe must hate Eddie (or love Steve) because that family gets off at the same station as them. Hazel is completely sacked out by then, and Steve had taken her while Eddie manned the older two and they’re busy running ahead of him to the car so there’s literally nothing he can do when Steve detours away from them to follow a few yards behind the other family.

When he finally makes his way back over to them, it’s with a gleeful grin on his face.

“I knew it.” Steve says with a gleeful grin, “I knew they had to be shitty parents.”

Eddie eyebrows flew up, because – seriously, the fucking audacity on this guy.

“You know what I always say – you can either be a good parent or have a clean car, and that car was fucking spotless.”

“Steve Harrington.”

#all eddie had wanted to talk about was how they manage to turn the ice rink into a basketball court #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie dads #judgy steve my beloved #<- new tag let's party

[winterprince601]

i don't know how else to say it: jon snow comes from two long lines of reckless magical bullshit and is basically a melting pot of feral royal blood but that's less important than the fact that he was raised by ned stark.

#jon snow #asoiaf #asoiaf meta #house stark #ned stark #asoiaf shitpost #eddard stark #best dad #a song of ice and feels #maybe #i think it's incredibly important that rhaegar and lyanna created jon #i think their legacies will be influential on him and his status as targaryen-stark has magical significance #but they didn't PARENT him #congrats to ned for making the chosen one a levelheaded anxious man who cares more about his little sister than the existential threat #and a GREAT haggler :)

[noxcheshire]

HOT TAKE

But I like the idea of the phantom world being reincarnated into very unexpected people.

Like I still love the idea of Danny being Martha or Thomas.

Or Dani being another clone, or her being Damian, and Sam being Poison Ivy and or Martha, etc.

But I also like the unhinged nonsense of Sam being a clone in the dc world — ideally Kon, and Dani (or Dan) being Bruce, while Vlad is gasp Thomas Wayne.

HEAR ME OUT

JUST HEAR ME OUT

I just think the idea of Danny finding out that in an alternate world he married a nicer and age appropriate Vlad and had the son the guy has been demanding for so long in their world is hilarious.

The absolute mental breakdown that boy will go through: this is my son, and I love him, look at him go being a hero and kicking ass, but holy fucking Ancients above I fucked VLAD —

And on the other hand, can you imagine Bruce’s reaction? To his alternate mom being a sassy teenage boy, his alternate dad being an older guy ‘preying’ on this kid that absolutely HATES the guy, and being an absolute creep while his alt self **gestures to your choosing** is either a tiny girl menace or the biggest and meanest growling ghost that is BARELY tolerating being in the same space as the living.

But they also hate his alternate dad and would punch him into next week with Mom! Danny.

This man will being going THROUGH IT.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton #dp x dc prompt #batman #I’m kinda leaning into Tucker being Starfire #I just think he deserves to blast green powers #and also be the hottest girl he’s ever seen #I’m thinking maybe Jack Fenton is Dick Greyson #still debating on the others BUT DO YOU SEE MY VISION? #DO YOU SEE WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN? #GIVE THE ENTIRE DP SIDE OF THEIR UNIVERSE TRAUMA by seeing what they could be in an alternate world of themselves #Danny is going through it too #Vlad is not seeing the picture outside of the absolute joy he has at finally having a son that is just like Danny but without the clones #Vlad: finally! I have a son! And he has your blood Daniel! #Bruce: oh my god my dad is a creep #Sam judging Kon’s everything: you’re on thin fucking ice #she likes his fit but will fist fight him over what he eats and how he acts with his crush #Either Tim is Paulina or Valarie #Sam is judging Kon’s choices

[kennysdeadbody]

alone at a party

#i fucking loove fics/scenes set at a party #also ik theyre american but i thought it would be funny to give them the drinks i had at those shitty teen partes #bad cider smirnoff ice and beer someone stole from their dad that no one drinks lol #shoutout british houseparties you changed my life #sp k2 #kenny x kyle #south park k2

[littlewinnow]

How dare you Harry!!!

#drarry #drarry fanart #myart #drarry dads #scorp did not like that or forgive Harry for several days until he got him ice cream #even then he kept his eye on Harry #this baby may forgive...but never forgets

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan!Parents Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🐉 — lady l: Are these headcanons good? I don't know, but I hope you like it!! Forgive me for any mistakes ;) 🩵🤍

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, overprotection, mention of death and murder, unhealthy platonic relationships and messy writing.

❝🐉pairing: platonic yandere!daemyra x gender neutral!reader.

Rhaenyra and Daemon were looking forward to the arrival of their first child. Daemon already had two daughters and Rhaenyra her three precious boys, but they were very eager for the first fruit of their marriage to be born.

The day Rhaenyra gave birth to you was one of the happiest memories of her life. The pain of childbirth was excruciating, but when she could hold you in her arms, it was all worth it.

Daemon actually sobbed when he held you for the first time. You were so small, so innocent and so perfect. He swore to himself that he would do anything to be good to you. You would be loved and adored forever.

They are both extremely overprotective and possessive over you. You are their child, you belong to them, so you should not associate with anyone they do not approve of.

Any friends you may have will be investigated by Daemon and if he finds anything that displeases him, that friend will disappear from your life. He is not objective, if that person's great-grandfather was an bastard, for example, that means they will never be good to you. And you deserve only the best.

Rhaenyra not only agrees with this, but encourages her uncle-husband's actions. You are her baby, the most precious person in her life and she only wants the best for you. She will give you the best, she knows what is good for you. After all, mom always knows best, right?

Your older siblings would also have developed their own obsession with you, encouraged by their parents. It didn't take long for the Velaryon brothers and Daemon's daughters to become completely attached to you.

You were not only your parents' obsession, but also your siblings, meaning you can bet no harm would be done to you. You were spoiled and protected, the apple of everyone's eye in Dragonstone.

Whatever you want, you will have. Rhaenyra and Daemon are completely soft when it comes to disciplining you, just one puppy look and they will forget everything. You are their child, you could do no wrong in their eyes.

Everyone is instructed to spoil and protect you, the servants, the guards and your brothers will do so willingly too.

Daemon is very possessive, he feels entitled to you because you are his child. He will kill anyone who looks, says, or even breathes wrong at you. There's no way he's going to let anything happen to you.

Rhaenyra is more controlled, but she is still a dragon and you should never mess with a dragon's offspring. She loses all her senses, her reason when something happens to you. Even if it's a paper cut, she will go into a frenzy of rage.

Any love interests or suitors will also be dealt with quickly. They won't allow you to get married, no one will ever be good enough for you.

If something were to happen to you, gods be good, for the true fury of the Targaryens would be revealed. They will burn, kill and destroy everything in their path for you. All that matters is you, the war will be forgotten by you.

And when it was just ashes and the smell of blood and death was in the air, they would be satisfied. Daemon and Rhaenyra will go to extremes for you. You are their baby and no one, absolutely no one, can change that.

Daemon and Rhaenyra will not lose anyone else, not their child. And when the war for the Iron Throne begins, you would be locked in and protected the entire time. Your parents love you and would do anything, but they don't know boundaries or privacy. It doesn't matter, after all, they are your parents.

#hotd #yandere hotd #yandere house of the dragon #asoiaf #house of the dragon #a song of ice and fire #yandere asoiaf #asoiaf x reader #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yan!mom Rhaenyra targaryen #yandere daemon targaryen #yan!dad daemon targaryen #headcanons #yandere headcanons #x reader #yandere platonic #platonic yandere #yandere daemyra #yan!parents daemyra

[hey-michael-young-history]

December 25th, 2021 4:24pm

Someone very nicely asked me to write more for that subsmoke fic I was doing earlier, so while I’m waiting to go back and edit the gift I finished, I doodled some out.

With some Ice Dad because I need to practice him before I can finish something for him. AFTER MY STRIKE.

Return to Oz

The door opened, and Bi-Han stood immediately. “Well?”

The man before him was one of the few people tall enough to look down on him. His expression didn’t change as he said, “Calm yourself, Sub-Zero.”

“How is he?” Bi-Han demanded, removing his mask. He had just returned from a mission and didn’t even have time to warm up before Smoke told him that Tundra was in the infirmary. He had never seen Smoke so riled up, and even Cyrax seemed shaken by what he saw.

“Bi-Han-”

“Bing-Yun.”

He shook his head with a sardonic smile. “If I disrespected your grandfather the way you-”

“How is Kuai Liang?” He asked.

“The boy will be fine.”

“My room is covered in his blood. My- his friend said that he might lose his eye,” Bi-Han said.

“The grandmaster will be determining his punishment,” Bing-Yun said, walking away.

Bi-Han grabbed his arm. “Punishment? He was attacked.”

Bing-Yun stopped, and his skin chilled under Bi-Han’s grip. “You both know the rules. He is not to allow others to use him without the grandmaster’s permission. He lives to serve the Lin Kuei, not his own carnal desires.”

Bi-Han stared at him. Then his grip tightened, and his stare grew into a glare. “So because another one of these assholes-”

“Calm yourself, Sub-Zero, ” Bing-Yun snapped. “Do not speak of your brethren-”

“He is my brother. My only brother. When you decided that he was no longer your son, I became all he had. The only thing keeping these fucking animals off him,” Bi-Han snapped back.

“And you have been doing a wonderful job,” Bing-Yun said dryly.

“You knew there was no way he was an Alpha. Yet you still brought him here.”

“You have always thought I wanted to bring you both here,” Bing-Yun said, jerking free of his son’s hold. “I did not even know that he existed until I was instructed to bring both of my sons.”

“You abandoned her,” Bi-Han snarled.

“No. You have no idea, boy. My duty was to breed an Alpha boy. Your grandfather brought me back here with the instructions that I would bring you back when your powers were on the verge of awakening. But your mother….” Bing-Yun looked away. “I asked her to leave. To take you somewhere else. She thought that I was a monster. That I was threatening her. I had no idea that she was pregnant again.”

He looked into his son’s eyes. “When they put you into the breeding rotation, you will see. It is not as simple as staying.”

Bi-Han frowned. He didn’t see Bing-Yun very often, and he still needed him. He refused to speak to Kuai Liang but occasionally brought them books and pastries. He didn’t realize that it was not common for products of the breeding program to know their fathers, let alone stay in contact with them. If Kuai Liang needed extra clothes or medicine or to get into the infirmary when it wasn’t his scheduled day, they still needed Bing-Yun. “Father, I…”

“Go see him yourself. I have already told them to defer matters of his care to you.” He left without hesitation, leaving Bi-Han to go into the medic hall.

“I want to see my brother,” he demanded.

The orderly frowned at the paperwork he was looking at but paled when he looked up. “Of course, Sub-Zero. Follow me.”

He led him back, the patients more and more injured. Bi-Han kept his eyes forward and his face stoic.

“Right in here. He uh… he needed private accommodations,” the orderly explained before quickly walking away.

Bi-Han opened the door, and ice immediately spiked from his arms and shoulders.

This wasn’t a room. It was a closet. Tundra was sitting against the wall, still in his uniform. His face was swollen and caked with blood, despite the dirty bandage on his right eye. He was shaking and holding himself. When the door opened, he tilted his head up weakly. “Water, please?”

“Little brother.”

“Bi-Han?” He started rubbing his left eye, which Bi-Han now noticed wasn’t just closed but sealed by the dried blood.

“What hurts?” He asked, kneeling down.

He laughed, just as weak as his movements. He reached for his brother’s voice, and Bi-Han took his hand, rubbing their thumbs together. “My face.”

“Who did this?”

He stiffened and finally cracked open his left eye, blue surrounded by broken blood vessels. “I… it was an accident. My fault.”

“Kuai Liang.”

“Can I return to our room? They said… you had to approve.”

Bi-Han thought about what their father had said about the grandmaster deciding on a punishment. “Has anyone said anything about discipline?”

“Discipline? But…” His face paled even further, and tears fell from his left eye. “I-I told them I couldn’t have a bed. Just like you said. And-and I… what did I do wrong? I told your friends that I didn’t want to come.” He froze and looked up at Bi-Han fearfully. “I didn’t finish cleaning the blood in the hall and… and in the room. I’m sorry. Please tell them I’m sorry,  Bi-Han. I will finish. Please.”

“Tell who?”

“I don’t know!” He exclaimed. He tried to get up, but Bi-Han held him in place. “Let go!”

“He said you were fine. He didn’t even see you, ” Bi-Han growled.

“Who? Who?” He was trying to get up and trying to get the blood off his face.

“I will get you into a bed,” Bi-Han promised. “And they will treat you.”

Tundra slid back down the wall. “I’m sorry,  brother. You were right."

"Tell me who did this.”

“I don’t - I don’t think I want to die, Bi-Han, ” he said, holding himself as he shook. “It’s- it’s so cold.”

“We will warm you up,” Bi-Han assured him.

“I was- I got sick, ” he admitted. “They thought I was in heat.”

“Smoke thinks that you know who did this to you. Tell me.”

“Smoke,” Tundra muttered, holding his knees to his chest. “Tomas.”

“I will find out who did this to you,” Bi-Han promised.

Although, he had a pretty good idea already.

——

Kuai Liang was still shaking when the infirmary released him to Bi-Han.

They assured him that it would eventually stop after his body stabilized. His eye was going to be okay. Miraculously, his eye was not affected by the cut- his assailant wanted to leave a mark more than they wanted to hurt him. The medics were more concerned about his concussion and the bruising they found around his body, especially his neck.

Bi-Han helped him back to their room, sharply hushing him when he began to apologize for the blood stains still in the hall.

He tried to go to his blankets, but Bi-Han steered him to his bed. “You’re going to rest easier in a bed.”

“But I’m not allowed-”

“I made that rule so I can bend it, okay? It’s just temporary.” Bi-Han didn’t have a lot of body heat to give, but it was more than Tundra could generate right now.

He helped him into the bed, not surprised by how he immediately wrapped himself up in the sheets. He was shuddering more violently and burrowing as far into the sheets as he could.

“Tell me who did this to you.”

Tundra opened his eyes, and Bi-Han was covered in relief. He could still see. If he had been blinded by his assailant, he wasn’t sure how much longer the Lin Kuei would tolerate his handicaps.

He shook his head and tried to roll over, but Bi-Han stopped him. “Who has been choking you?”

He just needed Tundra to say the name. He couldn’t justify going after him without proof.

“Kuai Liang.” He took his hand again. “I have to ask you… have you been… has anyone….”

Both of their faces heated up. Bi-Han told everyone that he didn’t remember their mother, but the truth was that he held on to the memories of her tightly. Every day, her features softened and blurred. But he would never forget her smile. Her warmth. Her patience. He wished she was here to have this conversation with Kuai Liang.

“Oz said that we’re supposed to….” He cut himself off, but Bi-Han’s suspicions were confirmed.

“Oz.” His voice was surprisingly serene. “Oz has been… doing this to you. Oz has been choking you. Beating you. Cutting your face.”

“Oz is my Alpha,” Tundra said.

Bi-Han turned his neck, and it took every ounce of strength he had to stop himself from hitting him. “Godammit, Tundra.”

There was a bite, alright. A very deep bite that noticeably caved in the entire gland. The ridges of his gland had risen in ugly thick scabs. He touched them, but Tundra quickly turned, holding his neck.

“It still hurts, don’t touch it,” he pleaded. He slid his hands up through his hair and sat up.

“You let him bite you. Do you have any idea what that means?” Bi-Han yanked Tundra’s hands from his hair. A thin layer of ice was beginning to turn his scalp and arms blue. His breath was visible, little puffs of cold air coming quickly as he became overwhelmed.

“He- he said it. They won’t, they,” he stuttered and covered his face. Bi-Han hated when he stuttered. Oz hated it too. He would overwhelm him in front of other people so that they could laugh and belittle him for it. It was weakness, he assumed. Yet another weakness he could not control.

The one thing Bi-Han hated more than his stutter was when he cried.

He was so cold and so tight. His arms were locked, and his stuttering had deteriorated into a frustrated whine.

“Kuai Liang. Calm yourself. Don’t let the ice overwhelm you.”

It was Bi-Han’s voice, but it was too late. He was overwhelmed. And he knew that if he didn’t warm himself up or calm himself down, he was going to trigger a heat cycle, and Oz would smell him and-

He breathed in sharply and struggled to push the air back out. “H-help. Help. H-h-help.”

Darkness began softening the edges of his vision. He kept his eyes down, focused on the sheets, and tried to stretch his fingers. “Help.”

“It gets kind of scary, right?”

That wasn’t Bi-Han’s voice, and these weren’t his hands, and these weren’t his arms embracing him.

This was… warmth. So much.

“Yeah, I got you. Don’t worry.”

Smoke. He dove into the hug, pulling Smoke until they couldn’t get any closer. He felt moisture in his hair and arms as the ice melted, but he didn’t care.

“He’s not going to touch you again.”

Oz. Oz would smell Smoke on him again. He was older than Smoke. Stronger. If Oz found Smoke, he would kill him.

#mortal kombat #MK omegaverse #kuai liang #sub zero #bi han #ice dad

[silliestballbreakerfourteen100]

I slept for 3 hour and had to color in 3 things, anyways dad Simon and Marcy!!

#simon adventure time #simon petrikov #ice king #fionna and cake #at #adventure time #cute art #dad simon and marcy #theyre so cut #she has a stick on tattoo thats a dino!!! :3 #guys omg im getting so many notifs every 2 seconds #they r the only dad and daughter guys #hes so supportive #marceline #marceline the vampire queen #simon and marcy

[francy-sketches]

weird little guy

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #joffrey baratheon #my art #idk I just wanted 2 draw baby joffrey being weird and offputting. likely place for him to be #when you're so mad at your dad you dissect his fursona #I <3 giving asoiaf characters cute little plushies of their house sigils idc if it's anachronistic #little baby joffrey makes me sad to think about he's my eraserhead baby...I could be a good mother...I could still save him :( #ok maybe not but I could definitely be a better father than robert I'd give him litte pats on the head and say 'I'm proud of you sport' #I could not save him but I could love him </3

[kicktwine]

im a carpenter and a mage, right? im gonna make arenvald one of those walking wheelchairs. From witch hat. gods know wheeling around eorzea is impossible, especially gridania, NOT built for disabilities at all, and you’re going to be wandering around anyways so might as well give it hooves I think. I’ve got time. provided someone else helps me figure out how to enchant the darn thing. prototypes and all! what do you think alphy hooves or paws. maybe I could ask cid about an automaton type thing so it doesn’t have to… eat? Would a familiar have to eat it if doesn’t have a mouth? brb I gotta find matoya again

#play game #shadowbringers spoilers #your dad’s still on thin ice im getting levity into this situation if my life depends on it #arenvald’s not really a magic guy so maybe an automaton with controls would be better

[fr4nkoce4n]

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏! ʲᵃᶜᵏ ʰᵘᵍʰᵉˢ

in which jack comes home in a bad mood after getting eliminated from the playoffs but his two girls are always there for him.

song- watch you sleep. - girl in red

jack felt off, almost empty as he pulled into the driveway of his home. a frown was displayed on his face, after getting eliminated from the playoffs. his team had played a good game, but not good enough.

he opened his car door grabbing his bags and keys, making his way to the front door and opening it with one swift movement.

he dropped his bags to the ground and looked around, no one to be seen, the tv was turned off and all that could be heard was the song here comes the sun by the beatles.

it was his 4year old daughter, matilda’s favourite song, she would try her best to sing along to it, not able to even get the words correct. it always brought a smile to his face.

he made his way into the kitchen without trying to disrupt anything. he stopped from a distance as he saw his wife with matilda propped up on her right hip, dancing and singing around the kitchen as she was making something.

jack leaned against the frame of the window and just watched, a look of happiness spread across his face.

you had had a big night, from watching the game, to trying to make dinner, to trying to make matilda stop crying. the crying was never ending, and for what reason? she could never figure it out, tilly was now 4 but she was just always crying. and when you couldn’t make it stop you felt like a horrible mother.

at this very moment you had matilda on your hip and you were trying to distract her so she would stop crying. you danced around and even started singing before she stopped crying.

it was rough when jack had to go on a roadie, meaning you had to put in that little bit of extra effort around the house.

you weren’t going to lie, it was a little bit relieving knowing jack wouldn’t have alot of hockey to focus on after losing tonight. you sure felt bad for your husband though.

“need a hand?” jack spoke up and took matilda out of his wife’s hands and pulled her in for a hug, “dada!” matilda cheered and dug her head into her dads neck.

“hey tills!” jack greeted, placing a sweet kiss on his daughters forehead.

“im sorry about the game jack.” you spoke and gave your husband a peck on lips.

“it’s okay, we tried our best.” he sighed, you could tell he was upset about it all.

“i need to finish dinner, could you go give her a bath?” you ask quietly.

“of course.”

jack carried matilda to the bathroom and turned on the bath tub. he grabbed out the basket full of tillys bath toys.

“which ones do you want tonight?” jack asked as he spread them out along the ground.

she picked up her favourite ones and placed them in the bath gently, as if they had feelings.

“good pick.” jack smiled picking up the rest of the toys and putting them away.

once the bath was full jack placed matilda in the bath and she played in there while jack washed her.

as her daddy put shampoo into her hair she looked up at him, she easily noticed that he wasn’t as talkative as he usually was and looked like he was sad.

“daddy?” she questioned.

“yes tilly baby?”

“do you have a boo boo?” she sat up in the bath and jack stopped massaging her scalp with conditioner.

“no honey, why do you ask?”

“your sad, what’s wrong daddy?” she frowned. “is it because you lost?”

“yes baby.” he sighed.

“it’s okay.” she placed her hand on top of his hoping to turn his frown into a smile.

a smile broke out on jack’s face, “thank you. can i ask you a question?”

she nodded gently.

“why do you get so upset all the time darling girl?” he asked curiously.

tilly looked like she was about to start crying again, “i miss you daddy.”

jacks heart swelled but also dropped, he wished that he could be there all the time for his girls.

“im always with you, in here.” he poked her little chest gesturing to her heart. “but baby, you need to stop getting so upset, it’s really hard on mummy, she feels bad when she can’t make you feel better.”

“do I make mummy sad?”

“not sad, she just feels like a bad mummy.” he sighed, knowing tilly most likely didn’t understand him anyway.

“she’s not a bad mummy!” she sort of yelled.

“she’s not. now come on, let’s get you dry and changed and into bed gorgeous.”

jack changed her into her pyjamas and placed her into her big girl bed pulling the blanket over her.

she closed her eyes straight away, but just was jack was about to shut the door she spoke up. “daddy?”

“yes?”

“i wont cry tonight so mummy feels better.”

“come see me if you want me baby.”

he left a gap in the door and made his way into the kitchen, his amazing wife had made his favourite meal, spaghetti bolognaise.

“ugh it looks and smells amazing baby.” he placed a kiss on your forehead and sat down next to you to eat.

you both dug into your food and ate up.

“im sorry you didn’t make it through to the next round.” you spoke quietly.

“it’s okay, I want to be here more for tilly, do you know why she cries so much?” he questioned his wife, she shared a look with him.

“no clue, I can’t get a peep out of her when she’s crying.” you frown.

“she said it’s because she misses me…” he sighed, he felt horrible. “i knew i would be a horrible dad.”

“hey hey hey, no your an amazing dad, tilly loves you, she wouldn’t want any other dad in the world.” you grabbed your husbands hand. “and I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my husband.”

you grab your husbands hand and drag him to tillys room and open the door, she is laid in her bed peacefully, “sometimes when your on a roadie i miss you so much so i come in here and watch her sleep. she looks exactly like you jack, and she calms me.”

jack remembered when tilly was first born, he would stay in her room for ages and watch her sleep because he was so worried something would happen to his girl.

but now, like his wife said, it was calming.

the way her little chest moved up and down as she breathed, the way she would move around every now and then and the way she would cuddle her snoopy teddy which had a devils jersey on it.

“we made her.” jack spoke softly.

“yeah. we did.” she grabbed jacks hand and leaned onto his shoulder.

this moment was the only moment he ever wanted, who cared about making it to the next round when he had his two girls at home?

they were all he ever needed.

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #luke hughes #trevor zegras #nico hischier #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x oc #dad!jackhughes #nhl hockey #nhl all star 2024 #ice hockey

[noisesfrombeyondtheuniverse]

Gilear being Fabian and Fig's dad is so much fun to me i hope junior year has a scene with just the three of them.

#Fig is constantly like 'i love my dad' #And Fabian's like 'the man my mother has let into our house is on thin ice' #dimension 20 #fantasy high #gilear faeth #fig faeth #fabian seacaster