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colourstreakgryffin · 3 days

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Hiii! Can I request headcanons on what vox would be like as a father of a teen daughter? I feel like he'd be great to gossip with and would tell her to slap any boy that hits on her

Vox absolutely fucking would do this, and he is that type of girl dad to loudly brag that his Princess is cuter than every other father’s! Vox be like: ‘You wish your daughter was as cute as mine’

Vox- Baby Laptop

Vox is extremely doting and loving but extremely protective. Like, he has cameras and drones following you, his fourteen year old human life and demon life daughter, around all the time. You can’t leave the tower without him knowing and he won’t condone you walking around Hell without ALL his bodyguards escorting you

Vox is a bragger. He brags and he flexes what he has so when it comes to you, he is one-upping every known mother and father in the Pride Ring and flaunting his precious babygirl with no hesitation. You’re beautiful and Hell deserves to bask in your presence… according to Vox

Remember, your dad is the technology Overlord. The one in charge of every device in this city, so of course, he is kept to date with everything and he always gives you the latest models his slaves team create. He spoils you since it’s a symbol of his love

Vox is basically your best gossip buddy and no matter how busy he is, he’ll make time to talk to you. Call him, he’ll answer and whilst he works, he’ll listen to you and he remembers it. He has a good open ear and a good sense of ‘fuck you all’ so he’ll get rather into your gossip pieces and consider asking Velvette to spread them through her social media influence

Vox is more than capable of getting sweet, soft and emotive with you. He always proclaims to you, with his whole heart, that he puts you out because he’s proud of you and adores you and he wants you to have everything when back on Earth, he could barely give you anything

Yes. Vox loves you MORE than he likes messing with Valentino so if Valentino dares to hit you, your father is bolting across the room at mach speeds to make his on-and-off boyfriend regret putting his hands on you. You’re his spoiled little princess and nobody touches you! You’re too valuable!

Vox has a picture of you in his wallet and in his suit pocket. So, whilst he is working tirelessly throughout the days and hasn’t seen you in a while. He’ll pick either photograph out and admire it. Both are direct recreations of photographs he owned when both of you were humans

Like Carmilla Carmine with her two daughters, Vox likes to have you occasionally work for him and occasionally means occasionally. Vox only cares that you’re happy so if you want to spend all day everyday in your big fancy room in his tower free of stress, he lets it!

However. Vox, of course, teaches you important life skills. He didn’t get a chance to when both of you were humans on Earth so he is now. Every night, he teaches you to cook recipes, he teaches you to do basic chores, he teaches you how to balance any money you earn

Vox almost views you as the cute babygirl he had back on Earth. The little five year old that was so happy to see him come home after so long of working so hard as a TV salesman in the late 1940s. The little girl who needed him to go to sleep at night, the precious darling who claimed she’d grow up and become a saleswoman too!

Vox does baby you and he doesn’t regret it. He coodles, he snuggles, he baby talks, he coos. He does all of it because he loves you dearly, you’re the single thing that drove him to become a Overlord, you’re the single thing that motivated him to become one of the strongest Overlords in Hell, you’re the single thing that even brought him to work with technology

Vox had always taught you; ‘if a boy or a girl hits on you, slap them’ and that became your norm. You come home, Vox asks what happened and you tell him. He is always happy to hear that you don’t let anybody bother you

The only criticism or advice Vox will take for his products is you so when you say something doesn’t work or needs improvement. He takes it and throws it as his workers so they can fix up what you said. He doesn’t care what his clients think, he cares what his own flesh and blood thinks

Vox loves how you have his TV head and even gets you to wear a matching outfit with him as a cute father-daughter joke. He likes it, it’s adorable. You look like such a badass business lady! He is that type of dad that will embarrass you with how much he loves you

Talking about a father-daughter situation, Vox has the weekends booked all for you. Two father-daughter days out so you two go to the shops, get drinks, gossip more, talk shit about Alastor, go egg the Hazbin Hotel, get some shopping then go to visit the Vees to chat then pick up a movie suggestion to go watch a movie together! Vox loves these days since he is truly himself with you

Vox legit has you in his contacts as the following; ‘My precious darling princess’

“Darling, Princess. It’s time to wake up, we’re going out together! Yes. To the movies and to the shops. I heard that old timey prick is in a Hotel so let’s go egg it once we’re done, ‘kay? Great, I’ll be waiting for you, pumpkin”

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historysquib · 2 years

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One-Year-Old Isabela

Agustín sat at the piano, clacking away at a melodious tune. He got lost in playing fairly often as his fingers swiftly graced the keys while Julieta and baby Isabela prepared for bed. Some people read before bed to relax, he enjoyed playing a few songs before bed. As he kept playing, a slight interruption occurred. A gentle tug on his pant leg signaled someone was in his presence. A glance down, a tiny face greeted him with a smile.

"Pa," the tiny baby babbled with a wide grin.

Agustín beamed at her, lifting his sweet baby up into his lap. Excited, Isa slapped the keys to the piano. A sound that would make most musicians cringe, he let his little girl play on the keys. Notes flew out from the most thunderous sound to the brightest bing as Isa played. Leaning against the doorframe, Julieta watched the duo clack away on keys. She could hear the encouraging words of her husband speaking softly to their baby.

"Like this, amor," Agustín gently pressed down on the key.

Isa giggled, resulting in more keys being pushed and more fun sounds filling the room. The duet’s laughter and the piano created the perfect melody for Agustín. Here was his sweet baby girl playing happily on the instrument he loved so much. He could only hope she would embrace a love for music like him. Watching his happy baby giggling and smiling, Agustín never wanted the moment to end.

Five-year-old Isabela

"Here is the new sheet music that I came up with. Go ahead and give it a try," He encouraged.

Isabela studied the music and began playing, "Papí, this note doesn't make sense here. It should sound like this," She said, hitting a different key.

He focused and asked her to play the original and the slight change. She played it twice as he listened intently.

"Ay Isa, you are a natural. That sounds much better," Agustín smiled.

Isabela beamed at her father's words. He could feel her pride fill the room as she began to play again. Every note was hit with such grace at the right time. A smile appeared when he noticed the flower petals dance along the keys. It had only been a few months of her newly acquired flower power but a clear indication that Isa was happy playing. Everything from the sound to the petals showed that the little girl was feeling good and at peace. Another moment that Agustín was sure he never wanted to let go of.

Ten-year-old Isa

"It's okay, it isn't perfect," Agustín reassured, turning the sheet music back to the beginning.

The song he had Isabela playing was a challenging piece of music. It wasn't easy, but he would attempt to have her play it. She was so gifted at the piano that he wanted her to at least try.

A frustrated sigh came from her mouth, followed by, "Why can't I get it? It isn't supposed to sound like that!"

She slammed the keys resulting in an unpleasant sound and flower petals fluttering everywhere. He sat back as Isabela's elbow leaned on the keys. Her head fell into her hand as she looked down, not facing her father. She sat there tracing the keys with her fingers.

He sighed. Her perfectionist tendencies have always been there, but since her gift ceremony five years ago, her perfectionism had been in overdrive.

"It's not going to be perfect the first time you play it," Agustin states.

Isabela continued looking down, "I'm not going to get it, Papí. I keep messing it up."

"Isa," He whispered, "I know it's hard. It just takes a little while to learn it. It took me some time to learn this piece."

"It has to be perfect!" She snapped. "I am trying, and it isn't turning out! It has to be perfect, Papí!"

Agustín sighed, pushing her hair off her face. His heart hurt at his daughter's frustration. He would never bring up his own frustrations about how much pressure was put on his daughter to uphold a standard at the mere age of ten. He took a breath and began to comment, "Mi flor, you will get this. Give it some time. I know you can do it. I want to remind you that it's okay when things aren't perfect. Sometimes things take time, and that's okay too." He gave her a reassuring smile.

Isa looked up at her dad and gave him a big grin. She vowed, "Okay, Papí. I will keep practicing, and it will be okay." She began to play the piece again, not getting frustrated when she hit the wrong key, or the timing was off. Agustín would always be his girls' biggest cheerleader in moments of doubt and uncertainty. A constant in their corner.

Fifteen-year-old Isabela

Julieta listened intently to how excited Agustín was for the new piece of music he found to play with Isabela. His voice practically sang. Julieta smiled at how happy her husband was that their eldest daughter played piano with him once a week since she was little.

She darted through the kitchen out of the door, not even acknowledging her parents, who stood there.

He jumped up and hollered after the blur that was his daughter, "Isa! Wait, what about your lessons today?"

She froze and turned slowly, "Abuela needs me to put some floral pieces together for the Contreras's engagement party."

"Well, I can go with you and help, then we can practice," Agustín suggested.

"No, thank you, Papí," Isabela muttered. "Plus, I think it's better if I go by myself. We wouldn't want any accidents." She shrugged, giving her parents a half smile. As soon as the words left her mouth, Julieta closed her eyes, knowing they would hit him like a dagger.

A wave of devastation slapped him in the face. He stared at Isabela with hurt in his eyes. Looking away, he whispered, "Okay, Isa. Have fun."

Julieta watched their daughter leave before looking at Agustín, who had already left the kitchen. Her heart broke for the two of them. Agustín just wanted to spend time with Isabela and do what they always enjoyed doing. However, the little girl, who spent time with her papí, was growing up.

20-Year-old Isabela

Agustín sat at the piano, scribbling some notes on the composition paper. Isabela walked by the music room when he looked up.

"Isa!" He called to her, "Play some bars with me. For old time's sake?"

She paused and grinned, "Okay, Papí. I'll play." Agustín lept up, trying to play it cool.

"Alright, I just threw this together. Try it out." He set up the music on the piano ledge. She looked over the music, sitting down on the bench. Isa studied the music intently while placing her fingers on the keys to play. Like old times, she started to move among the keys. Playing like she never stopped, her father watched excitedly. She fell into playing the melody perfectly. A big smile draped across her face, a smile that Agustín hadn't seen in a long time. A familiar scent found its way to his nose, the smell of heliconia, as flower petals flooded the keys. Agustín followed the music, bouncing between the sheet music and Isa’s delicate fingers. Every now and then, a chuckle or word of encouragement fell from his mouth. Soon, their moment was interrupted by the matriarch of the family.

"Isabela, what are you doing?" Alma asked.

The young woman shot up, fixing her dress. "Ay, I'm sorry, Abuela. I was on my way–."

"I asked her to play the new bars I wrote. It was my fault," Agustín confessed.

"Be sure that you finish your chores before playing around. Señora Guzmán is expecting flower samples for her granddaughter's wedding bouquet," Alma declared, adjusting her earring before walking out.

Isa looked away shyly, upset that she had let herself get distracted. She hurried out of the piano room.

"Sorry, Papí. I have to go. I'll see you at dinner!"

"Isa, I am sorry! I didn't mean to distract you!" Agustín yelled out for her, but Isa was out the door. A wave of disappointment crushed his heart.

22-Year-Old Isa

Agustín had finished organizing the music room in the newly built Casita. Since the fall, the family spent their days rebuilding Casita and making amends with one another. Apologies allowed among the family members allowed them to bond about things. Agustín was happy that his family began repairing their relationships with one another. Mirabel and Isabela cultivated a better relationship with each other that created a better relationship between the Madrigal sisters. Alma and Mirabel amended their relationship after several serious conversations. His heart soared that his family could bounce back after many years of differences. His heart bursted with gratitude at the thought his family healing. He finished placing the last tiple on the wall, startled by a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see his eldest daughter smiling at him.

"Hola Papí," Isa grinned, looking around the room. "It looks great in her better than it did before! I like how the tiple wall looks."

"Ay, thank you. I wanted to try something new," Agustín shrugged, looking at the wall. "I figured that the wall could use more decoration. Why not decorate them with instruments?"

"I like it a lot. Very aesthetically pleasing to the eye,” Isabela beamed before whispering, “Umm, can I talk to you about something?"

"You know you always can. I'm always in your corner. I'm here to listen to you." He was always the best listener, giving his full attention to whoever he was talking to.

"I would like to start off with an apology. Papí, I am sorry that I stopped playing piano with you."

"Isa," Agustín sighed. "You don't need to apologize."

"I do, though. Time always got away from me because of my chores. I never had time to do what I wanted like okay the piano and spend time with you. I hurt your feelings too. I worried about my image that I struggled with wanting to be around anything that could disrupt my image," Isa confessed. "I'm so sorry, papí." Tears rolled down her cheek as exasperated sighed fell from her mouth. Engulfing her in a giant embrace, she cried even harder.

"You have nothing to apologize for, mi flor," her father comforted, hugging her. "I was never upset with you. At times, my feelings would be hurt but I never blamed you. You were growing up. No one wants their embarrassing dad around them."

"I missed playing piano with you. I’m so for everything," she cried, wiping her face, trying hard to collect herself.

Agustín held his daughter, whispering that it would be okay and there was no reason to feel guilty. He assured her that they would be alright and his love for her would never falter no matter what.

Isa pulled away, looking up at her father with a great feeling of admiration. "Pa, do you know what would make me feel better?"

"What's that, mija?"

Isa walked over to the piano and pressed a key. A grin crept on her face, "Do you have time for a piano lesson?"

Agustín's sudden smile lit up the room erasing all the memories of lost time. He leaned against the piano, "Of course. What would you like to play?"

I just wanted to write a wholesome father daughter moment between Isabela and Agustín. @sophiasi1172 told me that it is possible Isa pushed her father away because he is so accident prone. She didn’t want her father to harm her perfect image.

#agustin madrigal #isabela madrigal #Encanto #encanto fic #drabble #father daughter moments #squib fanfiction #light angst #fluffy #family fluff

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writer-of-various · 5 days

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Zero: Can I have a private talk with you?

Torque: Okay, as long as it’s not about tampons because I just don’t understand them.

#cod incorrect quotes #call of duty #cod bo4 #cod black ops 4 #cod specialists #cod zero #cod torque #father daughter moments

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aurelia11fan · 2 years

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Mi Hija, Mi Flor

Agustín rubbed his eyes as he headed down the upper balcony to bed. Antonio’s party had lasted long into the night, despite the guest of honor having been put to bed hours ago. His fingers ached from the amount of piano playing he had done and he had even filled in for one of the tiple players after they had too much to drink. Music was one of his greatest passions, but the downside was that he had only had a single dance with his wife. Mirabel’s interruption aside, everything had gone smoothly enough and Alma had seemed pleased enough, albeit chilly towards himself and Julieta at the end of the night. He tried not to take it too personally. He wasn’t quite sure what Mirabel had seen himself, but when he had knocked on her door, she had only asked to be left alone to sleep, so he figured he’d try again early tomorrow.

Besides, he had one more thing weighing on his mind and that was the plan for his eldest’s engagement. It was set to take place very soon and something was nagging at him about it. There was no harm in trying to investigate whether it was a father’s instinct or simply nothing.

Stopping at Isabela’s door, he gave a knock and a “come in” greeted him from inside.

“Hola, mi flor,” Agustín smiled, carefully stepping inside to avoid crushing any growing roses beneath his shoes.

“Papi!” Isabela was now a young woman, but he never tired of the way her eyes lit up when he was near her. He wanted to know that she still needed him even after all these years. She smiled and flung her arms around him. They hadn’t had much time that night to talk. Noticing that his flower was slightly wilted from the heat of the day, Isabela waved her hand over it, immediately refreshing it. Agustín smiled.

“Much better. It should be good to wear even tomorrow.”

“I have a new one for you already growing,” Isabela remarked motioning towards one of her favorite garden patches.

“Ah, my amazing garden girl! You’ve always got something wonderful planned.

Isabela blushed at her father’s praise. “I know you like zinnias, so I’ve been trying to grow more of them.”

“You know I like anything you grow.” Agustín kissed the top of his daughter’s head and pulled her tightly to him in a side embrace as he looked with wonder at her rose covered room. And not a bee in sight. Perfect.

“I need to talk to you about something,” Agustín said, his tone turning serious as he turned to look at Isabela. She rolled her eyes and sat down at her vanity to brush her hair before bed.

“Don’t ask me,” she huffed. “I don’t know what Mirabel’s problem is. She was acting ridiculous as usual if you ask me.”

“I didn’t ask you.” Agustín said, in a chiding voice. “And you will not speak of your sister like that.”

Seeing how his eldest daughter immediately hung her head, he softened his voice.

“Try to be understanding, mi flor. I’m not sure what Mira saw today, but we know she has a good heart and loves Antonio. Tonight was stressful and hard for her and she needs us to know that, despite how she might have acted.”

Slightly abashed, Isabela nodded. Agustín was a gentle disciplinarian, but his scoldings always made her shrink a bit, like they did when she was little.

“Lo siento, papí”

“It’s okay, but…” her father continued sitting on a chair opposite her, “I’m not here to talk about Mirabel. I’m here to talk about you.”

“About what?” Isabela asked, although she partially knew already. She evaded his eyes and pretended to get a stubborn snarl out of her glossy locks.

“About your upcoming engagement with Mariano.”

“What about it?” Isabela flipped her hair in a show of confidence, but Agustín wasn’t fooled.

“Do you really want to marry him?”

“Of course I do, he’s perfect!”

She spoke sincerely, but so suddenly and Agustín was caught off guard. He had barely finished speaking when she answered and, although others would have accepted her answer without question, Agustín knew his daughter too well. The slight raise in her voice and stiffening of her posture. She was trying too hard. She was always trying too hard and now she was trying too hard to lie to her own father. Agustín frowned slightly and scooted the chair closer. He lowered his head just a bit more so their eyes met directly.

“Really? You do?”

Isabela was silent for an uncomfortably long time, effectively answering her fathers question.

“Why…why wouldn’t I?”

In a movement reminiscent of her mother, Isa clasped her hands in front of her. Her fingers twisting together so hard that her knuckles turned white was not lost on Agustín and he sighed inwardly.

“That wasn’t my question.” At this last statement, Isabela’s face regained the same scowl she had had with Mirabel earlier that evening. Her fingers tightened around her silver hairbrush and the heat curled in her stomach.

“Papí, I don’t know what you want me to say. Abuela is happy about the match and you and mama like Mariano.”

“I didn’t ask about Abuela’s opinion and I didn’t ask what you thought your mother and I want,” Agustín pressed. Inwardly, he felt terrible. Isabela was clearly not interested in answering him directly and that told him everything he needed to know. He hated pushing her like this, but he needed her to know she didn’t have to do anything. A terrible feeling weighed on him that she hid more than she admitted. He would know. She was so like her mother

“Furthermore,” Agustín continued, resting his hand on Isabelas vanity. “Your mother and I only care about your happiness and well being.”

“I am happy!”

“Isa…”

“You couldn’t ask for a better son in law!”

“Yes, I could actually. I could ask for one that my daughter actually loves and wants to marry. I have nothing against Mariano or his family. They are wonderful people, but if he isn’t wonderful for you then quite frankly I don’t want him as your husband.”

Isabela sat as stiff as a statue and stared at her reflection. She wanted to run into Agustin’s arms and cry, begging him to free her from this horrid arrangement that brought a pit to her stomach every time she thought about it. She liked Mariano well enough— as a friend. She didn’t want to marry him at all, but family duty came first and she knew that her father would be on board if he thought it was what she actually wanted. She knew he was excited about the prospect of his daughters weddings and would hate to disappoint him too. She would hate to disappoint.

Would hate to disappoint…

“Isa, are you okay? I didn’t mean to upset you.” Her father reached his hand out and placed it on hers and something started to crack. “I just want you to be happy.”

Isa started feeling odd. She felt her body relax and slump forward as she hugged Agustín. She fought it as hard as she could, but a tear escapes her eye and soaked into his collar. Then another. Suddenly the flower he wore began to change. It went from pink to green and suddenly blue and gold hues streaked through it. The petels lengthened and curled at the ends and small vines emerged from the bottom. Startled, Agustín’s eyes grew wide and Isabela gasped when she saw it.

“Whoa, look at that!” Agustín stared in wonder. He had never seen such a thing before and gaped at his daughter, who seemed equally stunned.

As fast as it had started, it stopped. Isabela took a breath, regaining her composure, and the flower changed back into Agustins favorite pink Zinnia.

“Papi! What was that?”

“I don’t know, but it was amazing! What did you do?”

“I have no idea…” Isabela looked at the flower with a furrowed brow. “I…don’t know.”

“Well you must be even more talented than people already think. And I know everyone thinks you’re amazing and they are right. Truly. But Isa, i just want you to be happy. More than anything else.”

“I’m fine. I’m happy. Papi, you told me from the very beginning that I could decide and I want to marry him. I mean it. Please…just be there for me. I need you to be.”

Agustín looked at his eldest for what seemed like an uncomfortably long time.

“Please!” Isa continued. “Be there like you’re always there for me…you know…when you put your party pants on?” She wiggled her hips in an imitation of his ridiculous dance and when he laughed, she swore she saw his flower flash gold again.

“If you say so.” Agustín said. “You’re a grown woman and I’ll take you on your word. But Isa, i promise you can back out anytime you want and I will support you. Your choice. This is serious. If you want me at the dinner tomorrow smiling alongside you, then I will do it…”

“Yes, that’s what I do want!” Isa said, crossing her arms defiantly.

“Alright, alright. I just said I would.” Agustín took both her arms in his hands and, although desperate for her to hear him, kept his voice calm. “ I need you to listen to me for a minute. If you back out tomorrow, fine. If you back out next week, no harm done. If I’m walking you down the aisle at the wedding and you change your mind then, just pull on my arm and tell me. I promise you that what will happen next will be me walking with you straight out of the church.”

Isabela stared at her father, wide eyed. “What? Then…no wedding?”

“Not that day anyway.” Agustín looked completely serious. She had not been expecting him to say that. She couldn’t help but ask.

“Well…then what?”

“What do you think?” Agustín shrugged. “Then we run.”

Isabela giggled and her heart soared in excitement at the thought. It might have been her imagination again, but the flower on her fathers vest turned green and gold at the edges. “Papí, you are ridiculous.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Abuela would be SO mad.”

“She’d be fine. I’ll tell her it was my fault. She can yell at me all she wants. Wouldn’t be the first time. Won’t be the last.”

“But…all the guests!”

“We can still have a party”

“Papi!”

“What? I’m not backing out on a party. It can be your un-wedding day.”

Isabela couldn’t help but laugh giddily at the slightly scandalous thought of walking out on her own wedding and then still celebrating that night.

“And what about mamí?”

“I have my ways of calming your mother.”

Isa cringed. Ewww, she thought. Spare me.

Agustín blushed slightly and chuckled. “That’s not what I meant, but…”

“Please stop,” his daughter said, laughing and making gagging noises at the same time . “I don’t want any nightmares.”

“Alright, well. Speaking of nightmares, it’s probably time to sleep. I know you’re all fancy and grown up, but get some rest at least for your old papi’s sake, okay?”

Isabela nodded and tried to pretend she hadn’t heard this from him and Julieta half a million times.

“Okay. Deal.”

“Remember what I said. I meant every word of it. If you aren’t happy and comfortable, nothing else will matter.”

“I’ll try.” Isabela linked her arm with his and walked him towards the door. “I will.”

Agustín rested his hand on the knob and kissed her forehead. “Good. I love you, Isabela.”

“I love you too, Papí. Buenes noches.”

“Buenes noches, mi flor.”

After Agustín had left, Isabela stood for a long time facing her door. At the the image on it of her perfectly posing and creating symmetrical roses and maintaining a placid face, always in agreement with those around her. Never breaking. Always perfect. After what seemed like hours, she finally went to bed but found it hard to fall asleep.

When she finally did, she dreamt of her father’s zinnia, flashing gold, blue and green.

Dedicated to @allofasudden00 and @ginnyweatherby. Happiest of birthdays and here’s to many, many more.

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#encanto fandom #agustin madrigal #isabela madrigal #father daughter moments #Agustín loves his daughters #he knows #Isabela and Agustín have a moment

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calmboyl · 11 months

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PAPAS BAND SHIRTS ARE MADE DO BE DRESSES!!

#rotg pitch black #rotg #rise of the guardians #pitch black #goc #guardians of childhood #kozmotis pitchiner #seraphina pitchiner #emily jane pitchiner #father daughter moments #AAA #THEY DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING #PLEASE

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straykidsnerd255 · 1 year

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Hiii ! I hope you're doing fine and don't forget to drink water !!! I saw that your requests are open ! Can i make a request ? How Orphee and Eurydice would be as a parent ? How they would treat their child ( reader ) ? Thank u ! ❤

Sorry if this is short!! Hope you enjoy! I’m doing pretty well and I won’t forget to drink water!!<3

Orphee and Eurydice as parents:

Eurydice is gonna spoil you rotten. She will get anything that you want or need. She is bound and determined to make you smile or laugh. Right now, you and your mother were out playing in the flower fields laughing and dancing around. You were learning how to dance thanks to your mother.

Your father, Orphee teaches you how to play the lyra and you couldn’t be happier. Orphee was so proud of you when you were able to play a few songs on the lyra. He clapped his hands and bobbed his head as you played.

These two treat their child with so much care. They are bound and determined to keep you safe and teach you as much as they can. They take you around the island and talk to you about various things. They decide to teach you more things as you are a fast learner.

Orphee is extremely protective over you since you are his only daughter. He doesn’t like it when younger boys your age come and start talking with you. He’s afraid that one of them will take you from him and your mother. He knows that you won’t leave him but he doesn’t want to see you grow up too fast.

“Mamma, papa, when I grow up, I want to be just like you two.” You said one day at dinner. Orphee froze with his fork halfway to his mouth. Eurydice covered her mouth as she coughed a bit from inhaling her water. “What dear?” Eurydice asked when she cleared her throat and turned to her daughter. You looked down at your food before looking back up at her parents.

Both your parents look at each other before laughing. “That’s not for a long time sweetheart. Right now, just focus on having fun for now.” Ophree said, smiling at his daughter. You pouted but started eating your dinner again and grinning at how tasty the food was.

Orphee and Eurydice turned and looked at each other and smiled. Their daughter was such a sweet girl and wanted to be just like them when she got older. You continued to shovel food in your mouth so that you could go and play outside before it was time to go to bed. Orphee shook his head before standing up, cleaning his dishes and yours and following you outside. ‘What a troublesome child I have. She is just like me.” Orphee thought, shaking his head with a smile.

#anon #fluff #Saint Seiya #child reader #female child reader #cute #father daughter moments #mother daughter moments

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stargiirl27 · 2 years

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I think it's funny that my dad and i bond by sharing tips on how to evade the police

#father daughter moments

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akm87 · 3 months

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#character design #akm #comics #visual development #african #family #father and daughter #emotional moment

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ezlo-x · 7 months

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Cute little comic idea that I have for ww tetra/zelda and Ganondorf where its that one scene where Ganondorf is sitting next to her while Zelda’s in bed and she just asks “Do you think in some other lifetime we would’ve been friends?” And then Ganondorf pauses for a brief moment imagining all the scenarios of both him and Tetra being pirates and thieves and just simply answers “no” as he tucks Zelda in to bed.

#txt #I THINK ITD BE SILLY #almost father-daughter moment

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elshe · 4 days

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I like to think that Hiccup would be more of an affectionate father because he somewhat wished that Stoick was. Hence the birth of this sketch. I also love the more domestic side of Hiccup and Astrid, and can’t resist drawing cute family moments lol.

p.s.

Zephyr hates her father’s affection.

#don’t ever interrupt playtime #i need more zephyr and hiccup moments #how can you resist those chubby cheeks?#she’s definitely a daddy’s girl #father and daughter #httyd #how to train your dragon #hiccstrid #hiccup #hiccup haddock #zephyr #zephyr haddock #httyd fanart #astrid #astrid hofferson #married hiccstrid #hiccstrid babies #babies

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colourstreakgryffin · 2 months

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Omg I love your platonic alastor writings!!

Can you do headcanons for alastor x daughter!reader where the reader is now in her teens and gets embarrassed when alastor still treats her like a little girl?

Haha! Alastor being that embarrassing dad who doesn’t want his princess to grow up be like— I definitely can, darling. Consider it done! Kinda short… but done!

Alastor- Old Habits, Never Die

God… Dad, please stop. You’re embarrassing me!

This is all you think. Being the daughter of the Radio Demon is pretty hard. As a little girl, you didn’t have to deal with much but now as a teenager, almost around eighteen, you have begun trying to befriend Sinners(with very little success) and the small amount of friends you manage to make with the much older sinners around you, it ends with them creeped out by your Dad

You want to lash out at Alastor for the way he treats you but you can’t really blame him. He just loves you but then again, you hate how he always babies and coddles you. You’re not seven years old anymore; you’re seventeen, you don’t want people thinking you’re some spoiled brat or a overly daddy’s little princess

You’re already universally feared for having traces of your father’s immense powers and as well as universally disliked by a big handful of sinner demons for being your father’s daughter. So, you’re pretty isolated as a whole and Alastor just makes it worse for you

Alastor isn’t aware that the way he acts is humiliating and degrading towards you. He just wants his babygirl to never grow up and he can’t just watch you go out shopping on your own and see you wear bigger clothing on your bigger body and not cry hysterically at seeing his beloved daughter grow up

Alastor just wants one more day of you as a little five year old again. Where you’d run up to him and cry about your nightmares, and he’d put you on his chest, sit down in a rocking chair and sing you back to sleep. He loved those days, he wants just one more. He misses his babygirl so young and little and childish

Alastor is that type of dad who wants to stay in touch with you and your friends so he tries to do the ‘cool stuff’ you younglings like, in hopes to bond with you further, he can’t bond with you over dolls and dress up. He’ll bond with you through the new things you like

Alastor, of course, won’t stop treating you like a little girl. He’ll talk baby-like, he’ll get you food, he’ll take your belongings to hold himself, he’ll hold your hand, he’ll do your hair up for you. He does everything for you and is so blind in his fatherly love for you, to realise how selfish his actions are and how careless he’s become, as a result of not wanting to lose you as a child

Overtime, this unintentionally harsh treatment begins to strain your relationship with Alastor and you grow less patient with him, establishing boundaries and ordering him to stop inserting himself into your life

He doesn’t take that kindly. Alastor is offended and angry that you’re annoyed with him. He is your father, he has every right to be apart of your life, social or literal and he begins to argue with you

You have to constantly lay down the truth that you’re not a little girl anymore and Alastor refuses to accept it as fact. He wants you to stay young and childish, and he won’t ever admit that he knows your time as a child is up and he doesn’t want to lose that little princess

But don’t worry, Alastor will soften up and try decrease this behaviour and treatment when he realises you’re avoiding him and he tries his best to stop treating you like a little girl… despite, all he sees when he looks at his teenage daughter is the little deer-featured child who ran to him when she was scared…

He’ll try his darnest stop it for his babygirl, even if he doesn’t want to. He just wants you happy more than anything

“Darling… look. Look, I get it. I’ve been acting rather… unfavourably towards you and I apologise, it’s just… hard to have watched you go from so little to so big… it’s… it kinda hurts”

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