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bestarticle-1245 · 18 days

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Personalized Gifts for Father's Day,Thoughtful Ideas to Celebrate Dad

Father's Day is fast approaching, and with it comes the opportunity to show Dad just how much he means to you. While traditional gifts like ties and tools are always appreciated, why not take it a step further this year with a personalized gift? Personalized gifts add a special touch that shows Dad you've put thought and effort into choosing something truly unique. Here are some thoughtful ideas to inspire your Father's Day gift-giving:

1. Custom Engraved Watch

A timeless classic, a watch becomes even more special when it's engraved with a personal message or Dad's initials. Every time he checks the time, he'll be reminded of your love and appreciation.

2. Personalized Photo Book

Gather your favorite family photos and create a personalized photo book for Dad. Include captions, memories, and inside jokes to make it truly one-of-a-kind. It's a gift he'll treasure for years to come.

3. Monogrammed Leather Wallet

Upgrade Dad's wallet with a high-quality leather version monogrammed with his initials. Not only is it practical, but it also adds a touch of sophistication to his everyday carry.

4. Customized Grilling Set

If Dad loves to barbecue, consider a customized grilling set complete with his name or a special message engraved on each piece. It's the perfect gift for the grill master in your life.

5. Personalized Beer Stein or Whiskey Glass

Raise a toast to Dad with a personalized beer stein or whiskey glass engraved with his name or a meaningful date. Pair it with his favorite brew or spirit for an extra-special touch.

6. Customized Sports Jersey

For the sports enthusiast Dad, a customized jersey with his name and favorite team's logo is sure to be a hit. Whether he's a football fan, a basketball aficionado, or a soccer supporter, he'll love showing off his team spirit in style.

7. Engraved Pocket Knife or Multi-Tool

A practical yet personalized gift, an engraved pocket knife or multi-tool is perfect for the outdoorsy Dad. Add his name or a short message to make it truly his own.

8. Personalized Desktop Organizer

Help Dad keep his workspace tidy and organized with a personalized desktop organizer engraved with his name or initials. It's a practical gift that shows you care about his day-to-day comfort and convenience.

9. Customized Cufflinks

For the dapper Dad who enjoys dressing up, a pair of customized cufflinks engraved with his initials or a special date will add a touch of elegance to his formal attire.

10. Handwritten Letter or Poem

Sometimes, the simplest gifts are the most meaningful. Take the time to write Dad a heartfelt letter or poem expressing your love, gratitude, and admiration. It's a gift that comes straight from the heart and is sure to be treasured forever.

11. Personalized Father's Day t shirt

Personalized Father's Day t-shirts are a heartfelt and creative way to celebrate Dad. These custom-designed shirts, adorned with personalized messages, family photos, or humorous illustrations, offer a unique expression of love and appreciation. Beyond their aesthetic appeal, these shirts create lasting memories that Dad can cherish for years to come, serving as tangible reminders of the thought and effort put into selecting the perfect gift. Whether it's a simple design or a more elaborate creation, personalized Father's Day t-shirts are sure to bring a smile to Dad's face and warm his heart on his special day.this product t shirt for

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This Father's Day, go beyond the ordinary and give Dad a personalized gift that speaks to his unique personality and interests. Whether it's a custom-engraved watch, a personalized photo book, or a monogrammed wallet, personalized gifts add a special touch that shows Dad just how much he means to you. Celebrate his love, guidance, and unwavering support with a gift that's as special and unique as he is

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murk888 · 2 months

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Aro 👉👈

I DIDN'T HAVE MY TWILIGHT STAGE IN TIME, OKAY?!? Now I watch the films while dying from laughter most of the time, their faces I can't-

MICHAEL SHEEN >>>>> 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐

#i liked frollo and snape what did i/you expect..#GUYS. GUYS. HEAR ME OUT-#sketch #art #digital art #artists on tumblr #twilight #twilight saga #volturi #aro volturi #michael sheen #one word about me having father issues and i will fucking kill everyone in the room and then myself #jk i know i have them☠️#mommy issues too #bruh #sorry spamton lovers #its human time #or vampire time?#кровосися короче #hahahaaa i will suck your di- blood i mean blood #drawing characters who are extremely rarely liked #again #it happens every time i swear #spamton is the exception #he's popular and liked by lots of people fr #true big shot indeed #no but real Aro is nuts tbh #everyone who I like is!☠️ so I just change their characters to my own liking (and suddenly everyone becomes psychologically healthy hmmm)#be cringe be free #have a nice day everyone

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sseniita · 15 days

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your mom

please read!!!

The villain’s first thought took him by surprise.

Those are her eyes.

The child must have been one or two years away from high school, and yet her round cheeks and the way she played with the hem of her sleeves could have said otherwise. The villain didn’t recognize where the young girl’s dark brown hair or freckles came from- surely the hero didn’t have freckles? Did she? A surge of panic ran through the villain as the features of the hero’s face became warped and foggy in his mind.

“Absolutely not.” He said. The child pouted in response, flashing him a weak and pathetic mockery of the hero’s puppy eyes.

That’s her face, you faker.

“This isn’t fair.”

“Nothing is fair. Go home.”

The villain had noticed someone was tailing him recently, he had assumed some amateur journalist or paparazzi (no difference, really) was the culprit before she made herself known by sneaking in with his cleaning crew into his office. Hero’s daughter was kept as a strict secret, as far as he knew only himself and the child’s late grandmother knew about her.

“You have to help me.”

“And why’s that?” It was getting harder and harder to be civil with the trespassing child.

“Mom said you’d help me!”

The villain’s neck was beginning to strain looking down at her.

“The hero was an optimist. She saw and felt things that were never there. Any sense of camaraderie you think we had didn’t ever exist.” He didn’t mean to sneer, it simply came out that way.

The child laughed, a sarcastic, exhausted thing. She sounded like her too.

“You would have never known about me if that were true.”

“She could never keep a secret. Always jumpy. It took less than lazy observation to know.”

The villain, in fact, knew from the moment she was born. He was there. The hero had been conveniently taken hostage by the villain for five months right when she started showing and three months after for recovery, he hadn’t seen the child since. The villain wouldn’t ever admit it, but they were eight months of pure bliss. The hero’s pregnancy was pleasant, she handled it very well up until her last month when she needed the villain for every menial task. After abandoning her abusive diet and workout schedule she finally gained some healthy weight (although lost most of it a month into heroism) and began to sleep a much needed eight hours a night. For the first time since they met, she went back to being a shiny and sparkling thing, all smiles and rosy cheeks, pure indulgence and excitement.

The villain almost caught himself smiling at the memories before his gaze focussed back on the tiny monster in his office.

“Go home.”

“I can’t.” She said, copying his own demanding tone; slight pauses between words, emphasis on the important parts. “I have nowhere to go, the house was taken over by some people wanting to make it some messed up Hero museum. Grandma passed away, no one even knows I exist, and there is no way in hell I’m going back to the orphanage” She rummaged through the duffle at her side, the villain assumed it contained everything she owned. She pulled out a beige card with the hero’s writing in blue ink.

As the villain read, the child blabbered.

“You guys were friends, and I don’t believe you killed her like the news says. Mom talked about you all the time! She mentioned that she trusted you over and over again. You have to help me!”

The villain couldn’t tell who the card was addressed to. It wasn’t signed to anyone and spoke ambiguously about love and trust and other disgusting things, the girl had assumed the card was supposed to be for him. The villain, albeit embarrassingly, wanted to believe that.

“This isn’t for me.”

“Of course it was!”

“She’d never speak like this. Especially to me.”

“Well I certainly have no use for it. My mom loved me. I don’t need a lousy card to know it. She knew that too. But I don’t think she was brave enough to ever tell you-”

“You shouldn’t speak about things you know nothing about.” This, he hoped, was laced with venom.

“I dunno Mr. Doom and Gloom, you didn’t have to hear her go on and on about a secret crush she had rooftop fights with.”

Dear lord, Hero. I don’t know whether to be angry at you for not saying something, or at myself for never noticing.

He recognized how immature and childish his hope was. The only woman he’d ever loved was dead, and hearing now they had the illusion of a chance from her very own daughter was a worse heartbreak than if she just rejected him outright.

They always had a weird relationship. A complex, fluttering thing that consisted of fistfights (regardless of powers; the villain considered it intimate, the hero considered it sexy), partnerships of planning and scheming, and being public representations of compliance and deviancy, the good and the dirty, love and hate.

Somewhere along the line it had become late nights at diners, comfort in close proximity, a head on a shoulder, a hand on the back. The flirting, the teasing, the stares. The all-holy casual hookups.

The villain knew he was screwed when she came to his apartment late at night, drenched by the rain, mascara running down her cheeks.

Villain, I need your help. I’m pregnant.

The timing revealed Hero’s fling, it had been months after a fight that led them to ‘strict fighting terms’ it all broke down as fast as hero did in the villain’s arms.

But she was gone now, buried in a government cemetery surrounded by hundreds of now wilting bouquets and dusty gifts. And yet, the innocent joy of reciprocation flushed through his body. He allowed himself one more denial. Just to be safe.

“Perhaps it was for your father.” The child laughed at this, more genuine amusement than it was self deprecating, the villain didn’t blame her. He knew from the second he said it how stupid it sounded.

“Good one. Anyways. Help me kill Supervillain.”

Dejectedly, the villain plopped down at his desk chair, signalling the young girl to do the same on the chair across the desk. The girl happily obliged. “Here’s what I’m thinking, we disguise ourselves as post office men-”

“Wait wait wait. Be quiet for five seconds.” The villain found himself massaging his temples. “Your mother wanted one thing for you. And that explicitly included staying out of the business. I’ll get you a room with someone I trust. Lie low for now, I’ll send you off to a boarding school or something until you turn eighteen.”

“What? No! I want to help you bring down the supervillain.”

“Trust me, I can do that myself. You need to go back to the orphanage.”

“I hate it there! I have things to do! I need to avenge my mom and that means killing the supervillain myself.”

The villain was beginning to wonder if the child was a clone rather than a daughter. Perhaps the brown hair was just box dye. She had an edge she’d only seen in his hero, a bright star deep in the colour of her eyes, an unmatched amount of life inside her. The hero had passed away a little over two months ago and her daughter was immediately on the run. She must have known how important it was to stay hidden. When was the last time she had a full sleep?

“Look, Lily, I get it. But your mother will rise from her grave if she knew I got you hurt.” The villain ignored the shock on the girl’s face at the mention of her name.

Your mom wouldn’t stop talking about me, well I guess we were on the same boat then.

"Even better, I think." She joked. Of course only your daughter would joke at a time like this.

“You need time. You need to rest. I can offer you safety. I can promise you that when the time comes to kill Supervillain, it’ll be done as far away from you as possible. Your mother would never forgive you if you ever even touched the handle of a gun. Please, at least give her that.”

Lily was her mother’s spitting image. Her curls didn’t hold without product, her big brown eyes hid underneath long lashes. Her cheeks would stay round well into adulthood, and they both picked nervously at their nails. But when she finally lifted her head and her eyes met the villain’s eyes, he swore he saw a glimpse of himself in them.

“Make it slow.”

The villain smiled.

“Naturally.”

#hero x villain #villain x hero #writing #original fiction #hero and villain #enemies to lovers #i love a father!villain #if i could write only about villain parents #i would #love u all #this was supposed to be for mothers day #but hero is dead...#so maybe not i think #not proofread

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colesawicn · 11 months

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happy father’s day to them 🌊☀️

#drarry #i miss them please #yk what they say #behind every girl is a long history of drarry fics #dads!drarry my favorite drarry #i live for the domestic life of my traumatized skrunklies okay #they deserve the world #draco malfoy #harry potter #malfoy-potter #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers to husbands #happy father’s day #drarry fanart #hp

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doppel-dean-er · 7 months

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I just realized that the reason we all hate Jeff and Annie's relationship as romantic isn't because of the massive age gap (although that does add to it), it's because it feels like incest. In the beginning of season 1 they took a more brother-sister route, to change it so SUDDENLY just feels so GROSS. Dan Harmon was right about one thing and it is that their relationship is definitely Freudian (he must have been on mountains of cocaine when he changed them)

#it took me so long to realize its so... incesty #re: s2 e2 #“is he your father or your lover?”#all the oedipus references #Annie just wants an authority figure and Jeff wants something to control #Freud would have a FIELD day with them #community #community nbc #nbc community #jeff winger #annie edison #anti jeffannie

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horrorshow · 10 months

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"when did destiel sex happen for the first time?" i love that i'm living so far in my own obscure deluded doomed by the narrative canon-compliant version of surprisingly wholesome but tragic destiel that the only right answer isn't even an option on polls: stanford era.

#deancas #it's like.#you're in a car with an ugly old angel and he looks at you like he has loved and known you for years but you just met #and he wont tell you that he's hiding something from you but he's hiding something from you #and he reaches over and you let him hit bc you're lonely and he's saying all the things you wish your father told you #like he discovered a belief in a future where you'll have eye crinkles and your brother at your side and a home with your own bedroom #and you feel your heart taking root in your body until one day you wake up with a headache and no memory of him or the past 2 months at ALL #and you never have time to wonder about it bc its october 2005 and you have 327 episodes of horrors ahead of you #and they all happen exactly like they do on screen. destiel was real but it was also dead before the story even started #(other than that they only had sex in purgatory which dean came to regret bc it made him realize he's not into cas like that #and he had only invited him to his benny fuckfest bc they're friends and it seemed rude not to)#and dean never ever learns that they once were lovers. and for cas there's nothing to remember bc it hasnt happened to him yet #its beautiful. to me.#also slightly embarrassing for me as a person but nevermind that

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non-un-topo · 2 years

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#tog #siggy draws #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #the baby guard #baby joe #piccolo nicolo #a childhood frienemies-to-lovers au perhaps. or maybe they just ran into each other as kids once in canon #and got in a fight and their fathers had to break it up #conflict resolution is not going so well lol #did i just make joe and nicky's dads look exactly like them because i'm lazy? mmmmaybe...#also i'm not sure if uploading art two days in a row is too much? but soon i will have no free time ;_; so i'm doing it now #i feel like i could have made little nico a lot smaller. or maybe he's just tall for his age or yusuf is just wee. hmm...

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leonsliga · 11 months

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Leon is the son of Hömmels, the perfect combination of banedikt and Mats

Oh my god, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this ask my whole life. Leon being Mats and Bene’s son was a headcanon I thought no one else had, so you have no idea how much of a relief it is to know I’m not the only one with it!! Leon really is the perfect mix of both of them; he’s got Bene’s penchant for straight-talking honesty as well as Mats’s gift of eloquence. He definitely picked up Bene’s love for Schalke and was lucky enough to wear the Bayern shirt while his other dad, Mats, was there. He may be more private like Bene, but he’s willing to let loose with some goofy, no-context pictures every now then, exactly like Mats does:

Not to mention, Leon definitely got his early love of scarves from Bene:

And his love of a good coat was clearly Mats’s handiwork:

Surely it’s no coincidence that both Mats and Bene showed their immediate support for Leon and Jo’s We Kick Corona initiative:

And of course, I’d be remiss if I didn’t wrap this up with some classic family photos:

Fashion runs in the family

“I love you Dad. Promise you’ll let me go to Bayern?” 🥺👉👈🥺

Bene chaperoning Leon’s first date with Max like the overprotective (but fervently supportive) dad he is

“At least let me take a selfie of the two of us once, Leon. I promise I’ll play it cool.”

Pictured: that feeling when Bene’s finally willing to share Leon with you

“You know Dad? Your jokes are actually kinda funny sometimes.”

#manufavs <3 #anyways #happy belated Father’s Day to these two rivals-turned-lovers #stay tuned…full dfb headcanon family tree incoming #hömmels #mats hummels #benedikt howedes #benedikt höwedes #leon goretzka #my asks #football asks #compilations

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maegalkarven · 7 months

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Dreams of Red.

Characters: Enver Gortash, Dark Urge (Nemo).

Set between Empty Prayers and returning to BG in act 3.

Nemo dreams, Gortash wakes up.

TW: blood (mention), physical abuse (mention), choking, suggestive, not toxic but also not a healthy relationship (meaning they are awful but together kind of cancel it for each other).

He dreams of home; not the home in the flesh, but that place of dark alcoves and labyrinths made out of caves. He dreams of blood rivers running down the steps, of red fire lit sockets on a giant skull.

He dreams of his assassins, the unlucky souls who fated to meet him once and were damned enough to be caught in his gaze.

The First kneels before the altar, a tribute plastered on it, eyes closed in a reverent prayer.

She does not actually pray, somehow he knows it as well as he knows how many heartbeats are currently booming inside these halls.

The First is deep in thoughts and her thoughts are dark knots of resentment, anger and despair.

She grieves.

"Reaper of Bhaal," they turn around together as one; the girl made murderer made assassin and the benefactor who brought her there. So close to the girl's body he can taste the blood and sweat on her skin, sees dark shadows under her cold calculating eyes.

"Orin," falls from the First's lips. This is disobedience, he knows it somehow, for she is not simply Orin, but the Chosen of Bhaal.

Or is she?

"Look at what you have done," Orin-not-Orin says and her voice ricochets from the ceiling. It sounds...different.

It multiplies and shakes, and twists, and then suddenly its Sceleritas' voice.

Orin keeps opening and closing her mouth, but the sound he hears does not come from her.

"Look at the deeds of your disobedience. Once proud Temple of the most Gracious of the gods, now intruded upon by a mindless, senseless being you were supposed to enslave," an invisible hand closes over his throat, constricting the air.

He sees black and then red and then - Father.

Father is angry and that anger washes over him in waves, breaking his skin and piercing soft innards.

•••

He is seven again, bloodied heap of limbs on the floor as his caretaker walks around in circles.

"You're weak," Sarevok speaks. The boy hates Sarevok for how much his approval means to him. "You're fragile. You disappoint Father with your single existence. Stand up," a blunt hit across the spine. "Stand up and learn." Another hit. "Prove yourself worthy to be called a Child of Bhaal."

He is seven and he already talks more than he should, so he asks.

"Like you?"

Sarevok's unnaturally bright eyes blaze and the next hit landing on the boy makes him black out for a moment.

"Stand up," he hears again as his conscience returns. "Or die a scum and come back to Him graceless."

He stands up.

•••

Blood fills up his mouth, blood fills up his lungs. He gasps, choking, fighting the gravity - and swims up.

The pool is deeper than it should have been, the sacrificial room is darker, and Father's presence pierces his skull like thousand of red hot needless.

"Beloved son," Sarevok announces and the Echoes repeat. "Prodigal son, bathed in sacrificial blood in Your name, Father. Greet the unholy assassin born anew, Lord Bhaal, grace him with your presence."

He wants to step back, to avoid what is to come, but Bhaal is in his mind in an instance: an endless, darkest, bloodiest night.

The presence of Father is so strong the boy feels his own mind disappear, drown in the sheer force of his father's love.

Finally. He is worthy.

•••

Hands - bloodied, sheets - bloodied. Body after body, cold bed, red bed, sacrificial bed. Lover after lover, dead, dead, dead, dead.

Until the last one.

Until-

•••

He wakes up to the scene of Enver's flushed up face beneath him, the assassin's hands grasping at his throat firmly, pressing down, down, down, until the windpipe gives out, until the light leaves the eyes-

Nemo breaks the hold and collapses into the bed; not his bed, but the one he managed to crawl into in his sleep regardless. Gortash goes into the fit of coughs, proving once again how alive he still is.

Finally the man calms it down and tries his voice, hoarse from all the abuse.

"Good morning to you too."

Nemo doesn't reply, face digging into the rough pillows bellow - they used to be much softer than that - covering himself with Enver's blankets.

"Nemo," he refuses to answer. "Oh, for fuck's sake," the covers are dragged off his head, said head - turned.

Bluish bruises slowly imprint themselves on Enver's neck, prominent even in the dim light of the tent.

He appears to be annoyed.

"I said," the lord repeats. "Good morning."

Nemo contemplates tearing into this throat with bare teeth and chewing his way into the sweet red embrace of it.

"Nemo."

"Morning," he grumbles, unhappy. With this, with them, with the way Enver doesn't even look surprised, doesn't even care he almost died.

Again. He almost died again.

Something in the man's face softens.

"Bad dream?" And it's a cue for Nemo to crawl closer, to plant his face directly into the throat he was just squeezing the life out of, to put his lips to a pulse line and drink in the sound.

"Umgh," he replies unhelpfully. "Father is angry with me."

He can't remember the last time Father was not angry with him.

Enver sighs.

"At least he's still with you."

Nemo bites into the soft flesh slightly and then licks down at the bite.

"I wish he wouldn't," the admittance is so quiet it should be impossible to hear. Enver hears it anyway.

"And what would you do," a soft touch to his temple, nails scratching at the nape of his neck. Nemo feels his body relax at the merest of the contact. "If he'd let you go?"

"Whatever the fuck I want," another half-hearted bite. Enver always tastes divine. It makes Nemo want to tear at his flesh, crawl into his ribcage and stay there, forever as one. "Whoever I want."

"Oh?" His lover chuckles at that. "Have a list of men you want to fuck without killing them?"

No, Nemo thinks. Well, maybe. Not a list, no, but-

"I'd love to wake up someday without my body moving on its accord," he grumbles, tracing a scar down Enver's torso. A long and rigged thing running all the way to his abdomen. One of the earliest marks Nemo has left on him.

"I'm still alive," Gortash reads between the lines.

"You seem to be incredibly unbothered by the way I go for your throat, not even metaphorically speaking," the spawn comments. "Figures you'd be into me failing to kill you."

"You're not failing," Enver's breath burns into his hair, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. "You stray your hand."

"One day I won't."

"Today is not that day."

"You keep saying it every time it happens."

"I am alive every time it happens."

There's blood underneath his nails: it tastes sour.

There's also a row of deep red lines scratched somewhere into Enver's flesh.

Nemo snuggles up closer.

"I hate everything in this world but you," he confesses.

His lordling hums.

"I consider you a rare feat of a person who delights me more than not," he replies.

Nemo laughs.

"Smooth, motherfucker."

Enver gasps, fake-scandalized.

"But dearest, you don't even have a mother for me to fuck."

The spawn giggles like a lovesick girl and closes his eyes.

After a moment he opens his mouth again.

"How is," and how do you say it? How is everything? How are the ruins of your life? How does everyone at the camp treat you?

How does he say what he wants to say without, you know, actually saying it?

"Is Bane still silent?" He resolves on and then mentally kicks himself. Of fucking course Bane is still silent.

But again, so is Gortash.

"Yes," he replies after such suffocating pause Nemo started to wonder who was chocking who. "I...don't think he'll answer."

"I wish Bhaal would shut the fuck up," Nemo blurts and receives a surprised chuckle into his hair.

"Have you tried telling him that?" Even without looking up Nemo knows Gortash is smiling.

"Do you really think father dearest would listen?" He grumbles back. "He just gave me a lecture on how bad of a son I am."

"Aren't we all?" Enver's hands move in soothing circles up and down his lower stomach, inciting a rush of goosebumps and a wave of heat. Nemo catches one of the hands and moves it even lower.

"I'm going to be the absolute nightmare to be in any relation to," he states as Enver's swift fingers start doing their job.

"You're absolute nightmare in any other accord too," his lover murmurs into his ear, bringing out the first breathless sigh out of his lips. "And I don't think I'd want you any other way."

Well, if this is what Enver's into, who is Nemo to deny him?

•••

Karlach glares at the column of Gortash's neck with a scowl so deep it should have been cut directly into her skin, not pulled up by the muscles.

"I didn't do that to myself," Enver comments for some goddamn reason, making the entire situation more awkward than it already was.

The wizard chokes on air.

"Yeah, we didn't really think you did," former sharran comments, eyes darting to where Nemo is seated, stoically ignoring any inquiring gazes straying his way. "That would be anatomically impossible."

"You never know," the lord feels the need to argue. "I am man of many talents."

The vampire spawn snorts.

"Something tells me this is the product of someone else's talents," he comments.

Young Ravengard clears his throat.

"I have questions," he admits.

Enver seizes him with a stare.

"And do you want to hear the answers?"

"Not...really, no."

"Good. It seems we are on the same page then."

"I hate this fucking family," Karlach murmurs.

"Darling," the vampire starts. "I am touched! But also this one is more dysfunctional than the family I left behind, and those were the vampire spawns."

"My father is the God of Murder," Nemo comments from the distance. "How about that for dysfunctional?"

"And aren't you a walking red flag, my dear."

"Hey, excuse me, I'm the nicest murder incarnate you'd ever meet-"

This entire group of losers, Gortash decides. Is a freak show.

It might be just worthwhile enough to stick around.

#durgetash #dark urge x gortash #gortash x durge #dark urge: nemo #empty prayers au #the first is clotilda #bhaal sees nemo's children in numbers and nemo watches the dream through his father's gaze #nemo is sulking bc he almost killed Gortash again meanwhile gortash is like: oh just another day in the live of bhaalspawn's lover.#the sheer confidence that one has what nemo will always stray his hand is. uh. enver dear. this is not sane. or safe #it indeed is consentual

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july-19th-club · 1 year

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love an ending that is 'happy' in that a desirable outcome is produced, but made complicated by the fact that the protagonist has given up something integral to themself in order to make it so. it's sort of uncool in some circles to admit you LIKE when characters give up something really cool for something pretty basic, but it's all about context and quality of storytelling, right? that sort of conviction - this is a part of my personality that i am permanently renouncing access to, and it's my choice, and i'm going to miss it, but i'm not going to regret it - that's compelling. ending in which a character who loves nothing more than the rush of finding the answer to a question is handed, one day, a puzzle they just don't want to solve. and that part of their life is over, but it's not a bad thing. maybe the answer doesn't need to be known. maybe not knowing it opens you up to a creative mindset you never had before. character who gains some kind of special power chooses to give it up not because they no longer love the ability, not because it hasn't improved their life, but because this thing they love comes with costs, is getting in the way of a life someone they love or loved and lost would want them to live. i'm glad it turned out this way. i miss the missing thing with all my heart. i would let go of it again if i was asked to choose.

#stories where people give up something beautiful to live ordinary lives because there's something in the ordinary life they want more #a very common variant of this is of course the 'immortal character renounces their lifespan for a mortal lover' plot #which is fine and all #but i like more nuanced versions . like my tobias animorphs epilogue idea where he and his mother reconnect more permanently #and one day when he's at her house they have a long. long talk. about what he is going to do now. it's been years but he's still #in this holding pattern of grief and solitude. but his mother is his one anchor to the world of humanity. and she's not getting any younger #and hawk lifespans aren't getting any longer. and they spent so much time away from each other #and he says. i miss her like an amputation mom. how do you keep going?#and she says. not missing your father because i didn't know that i loved him and he was gone was worse #and she asks hm if he's sure he could be human again. if he could give up his hard-earned flexibility of form #and he says we've been sitting here talking for three hours. little late to second-guess it now #this got away from me . but you see my vision #writing tag #animorphs i guess also lol #q

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Father's Day is fast approaching, providing us with the perfect opportunity to express our love and appreciation for the special men in our lives. While finding the ideal gift can sometimes be a challenge, there's no shortage of thoughtful options to celebrate the fathers, grandfathers, and father figures who have made a lasting impact. From personalized keepsakes to practical gadgets, here are some gift ideas to help you show Dad just how much he means to you.

1. Personalized Keepsakes:

There's something truly special about a gift that's been customized just for Dad. Consider a personalized photo frame engraved with a cherished family memory, a monogrammed leather wallet, or a custom-made piece of artwork featuring his favorite quote or mantra. These thoughtful keepsakes serve as a constant reminder of the love and appreciation you have for him.

2. Gourmet Treats: Indulge Dad's taste buds with a selection of gourmet treats tailored to his preferences. Whether he's a fan of savory snacks, fine chocolates, or artisanal cheeses, there's a wide array of delicious options to choose from. Put together a gourmet gift basket filled with his favorite goodies, or treat him to a gourmet cooking experience with a gift certificate to a local cooking class or culinary tour.

3. Tech Gadgets: For the tech-savvy Dad, consider surprising him with the latest gadgets and gizmos to enhance his daily life. From smart home devices and wireless headphones to fitness trackers and high-tech grilling tools, there's no shortage of innovative gadgets to choose from. Select a gift that aligns with his interests and hobbies, whether it's exploring new music, staying connected on the go, or mastering the art of outdoor cooking.

4. Outdoor Gear: If Dad enjoys spending time in the great outdoors, consider gifting him with gear and accessories to fuel his adventures. Whether he's an avid camper, hiker, or angler, there are plenty of practical gifts to enhance his outdoor experience. From rugged backpacks and portable hammocks to state-of-the-art fishing gear and insulated drinkware, help Dad gear up for his next outdoor excursion with thoughtful gifts that cater to his adventurous spirit.

5. DIY Kits: Encourage Dad to unleash his creativity with a DIY kit tailored to his interests and hobbies. Whether he's passionate about woodworking, gardening, or brewing his own beer, there's a DIY kit to suit every skill level and interest. From beginner-friendly starter kits to advanced crafting projects, give Dad the gift of hands-on exploration and creative expression.

6. Ideas t shirts design

Celebrate fatherhood with our "I have two titles: Dad and Papa" t-shirt. Made for comfort and style, this shirt is a perfect gift to honor the special man in your life who wears both titles with pride. Ideal for Father's Day or any occasion, it's a heartfelt expression of love and appreciation

Celebrate a milestone with our "Our First Father's Day" t-shirt. This thoughtful gift marks the beginning of an incredible journey into fatherhood. Comfortable and meaningful, it's the perfect way to honor the new dad in your life

Celebrate your little one's big day in style with our "Dad of the Birthday Boy" t-shirt. This shirt is the perfect gift for the proud father, proudly declaring his role in the birthday festivities. Comfortable and stylish, it's a must-have for any dad who wants to make a statement at the party. Let him wear his title with pride and show the world just how special his birthday boy truly is

Conclusion:

As Father's Day approaches, take the time to honor the special men in your life with thoughtful gifts that reflect their interests, passions, and personalities. Whether it's a personalized keepsake, gourmet treat, tech gadget, outdoor gear, or DIY kit, the most meaningful gifts are those that come from the heart. Show Dad how much he means to you with a thoughtful gift that celebrates the unique bond you share. Happy Father's Day!

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