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gollygeewhizard · 9 months

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I cast Fatherly Love and my opponent broke down in tears.

#wizardposting #wizard #wizardcore #wizardblr #wizards #wizard spells #spellcasting #wizard posting #fatherly love

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unalteredgraces · 1 year

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aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire sáenz // father and son dancing by brian kershisnik // the pain scale by eula biss // the last of us part II // folding a five-cornered star so the corners meet by li-young lee // x // funeral by phoebe bridgers // trista mateer

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yonemurishiroku · 2 years

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Hades and Apollo unconsciously trying to one-up each other in a non-existent “Who’s the better godly father” constest

and Will doesn’t know what to do with all the extra godly attention whilst Nico freaking-Hades’s-favourite di Angelo is just like “Dad gave me more allowance, let’s go on a fancy date.”

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multicolour-ink · 3 months

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Can we get some headcanons of Pio Mario being a good dad?

How about one where this man is sitting on the couch, holding his newborn sons in each arm, and his eyes are damp because they are just too gosh darn adorable 🥲🥰.

#the babies look like tiny chicken nuggets all swaddled up 🥰#pio is a broad shouldered man so they look even smaller on him #super mario #mario #luigi #pio mario #papa mario #mario movie #the super mario bros movie #super mario movie #fatherly love #mario parents

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raindrops666 · 6 months

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BATIM the ink demons finds a toddler girl and adopts her.

Made for my friend Pudim, but others can read too <3

Warnings: bio neglectful parents

You are like me...

Your so called father takes you to a park. he doesn't care whether you have fun or not, he just wants you to leave him alone for a moment.

He scrolls on his phone and you wander off, after walking for a while you find yourself lost, and your father nowhere to be seen, being a toddler your instant reaction is to break down crying. After long hours of loud sobbing it begins to rain and you try to find shelter.

You see a house? You assume so at least. Walking into the place the door closes behind you.

You take a look around, ink, ink, and more ink drenching the floors and walls.

You walk around and see a cardboard cutout, you can't read but you see a friendly looking character and laugh a little.

You speak to the cardboard cutout.

"Hi! My name is Pudim! Who are you? " you speak in a friendly manner as if not knowing it is not alive.

After hopeless attempts to speak with it you continue to explore the place, your toddler curiosity having a hold of you.

Hearing terrifying roars makes you cry, as a kid you have no understanding of hiding so you plop on the ground and begin sobbing, "mama! Wahhh". Your soft baby sobs fill the place. The roars and footsteps get closer until you see a tall being with a big smile, covered in ink, it has hooves for feet as sharp claws. This sight alone makes you sob louder.

That is when the monster stops smiling and lowers his claws. *A baby?* He thinks. He had never seen one in real life, she was small, and dressed in pink overalls and a colorful sweater, she had her hair in two pigtails and tears streaming down her face.

This sight made the demon's heart melt. She cried, that made her imperfect, she was helpless, she was like him...

He was imprisoned by Joey and he was just as imperfect and helpless.

The demon walks to the kid and picks her up, he holds her in his arms and lulls her, he knows only one lullaby and it is because the workers used to listen to it on the radio.

"you are my sunshine, my only sunshine" he sang, voice rather hoarse but it still calmed the little girl.

This was the first time anyone had lulled her and rocked her in their arms.

She stared at the demon in amazement then laughed.

Now it was the demons turn to be amazed. Someone liked him, someone smiled at him...

The demon shed a single inky tear and smiled then continued singing, holding the girl in his hand.

He walked back to the darkness the girl in his arms.

She was his daughter now, and he would protect her with his life.

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I hope you like it hunny.

@pudimbot

#batim #ink demon #bendy and the ink machine #bendy the dancing demon #bendy and the dark revival #batim bendy #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #bendy x reader #ink demon x reader #fatherly love #toddler reader

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hotstreak2k3 · 10 months

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Instead of "Now it is up to you", in Japanese, Rauru says something that is more different: "Please take care of that girl (Zelda)". It shows Rauru’s fatherly care for her.

#japanese translation #totk rauru #Rauru #link #totk link #zelda #legend of zelda #the legend of korra #tears of the kingdom #tears of the kindom spoilers #totk spoilers #fatherly love #nintendo #nintendo switch #nintendo zelda #king rauru #loz link

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ohtheylovetolietoyou · 6 months

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the saddest part to me was that what i always wanted was a dad who would love me as i was—somebody who would say, “i just love you. you could do anything right now. i’d still love you with unconditional love.”— Britney Spears, The Woman In Me

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will-isonpills420 · 5 months

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JOHN PRICE + MALE READER

WARNINGS: slight mentions of nightmares, slight mention of dead parents, none other than that idk

Summary: You have a nightmare and go to your captains room, who you may or may not equate to your late father. Its just a little drabble I got the idea for. Not proofread

Quiet footsteps echo through the halls as you walk, socked feet muffling the sound as you hold your baby blanket close.

Sure you were a grown man in the military, but you'd had it since birth and it was one of the only things that brought you comfort and that you had left from your mom and dad.

You find yourself in front of a familiar door; Price's room.

You knock once, then twice, and when there's no answer you slip inside quietly.

The captain is sleeping like a log, soft snores coming from him, blanket wrapped around his waist and showing off his bare back. He's a stomach sleeper.

Your hand taps his shoulder gently enough and he wakes up, eyes fluttering open and face morphing into confusion when he sees you, before slipping into concern when he sees the way your eyebrows are furrowed and your hands shake.

"What's wrong kiddo?" He asks groggily, the nickname you hated at first now provided comfort and reminded you of your father.

"Had a nightmare," you whisper back, voice a bit shaky as you clutch your baby blanket to your chest.

Price sighs in understanding, wordlessly scooting over and opening his arms for you to climb in the sheets.

You don't hesitate to slip under his blankets and into his arms, head buried in his shoulder as he rubs your back. His hands are large and wide, and you can't help but cuddle into his fatherly embrace.

"Wanna talk about it or sleep?" He questions, voice rough and warm.

"Sleep," you whisper back, and his hold on you grows tighter.

He cocks his head when he feels the baby blanket press into his chest, glancing down at the fabric. It was your favorite color, somehow still very well kept and taken care of. It was still nice and fluffy, and clear of any stains it may have acquired throughout childhood.

He doesn't question it, instead just hugging you tighter. He doesn't sleep until he's sure you're breaths have softened and your body has relaxed.

He cuddles you further as he finally closes his eyes, letting sleep overcome him with you in his arms.

#price x male #cod fanfic #gay #john price #cod price #captain price #male reader #fatherly love #daddy issues

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thesillestluxeandcastiel · 7 months

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Don't!

Cordell Walker x Suicidal!Child!Reader

Author summary: Reader suffers from self harm and Cordell is blind enough to ignore the warning signs untill they fully try to commit.

Tw: Cursing, Heavy agnst, Heavy Fluff, Self harm mention, and Suicide mention.

S/C = Selected Clothes

W/J = Wanted Job

So, here we are folks! As much as I'd like to send all of you to therapy myself, I cannot. As someone who struggles with the same things, if you can, PLEASE get help. Either that, or call the suicide and self harm prevention hotline. (988) thank you for listening to my rant as someone who goes through the same things, and has lost quite a few people from these things.

Also, the x reader (romantic) will be out shortly. Probably the same storyline, just adjusted.

Thank you for reading my rant lovelies. Looks like I've kept you long enough, so let's get movin on, shall we?

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You groaned softly as you woke up. Smelling Grandma and Grandpas 'famous' bacon. You smiled, and got up. Quickly realizing the blade you had used yesterday was still left on your counter. 'Shit, shit what if dad saw? What if August saw? Stella?!' You thought, rushing over to lock it in one of your drawers. You sighed, hoping it was none of the above.

See, you were the middle child. August was the youngest, and Stella was the oldest. Obviously, you were different. Y/n Walker. 'What a wonderful name,' You thought sarcastically as you got up to look into the mirror. Last night you had only worn a S/C and some underwear, so you lifted up the sleeves of your S/Cto see the damage.

'Holy shit. That...that might be permanent.' You thought as you stared at self-inflicted scars with wide eyes. Then, suddenly Stella bursted into your room. "Hey, dad sent me in here to wake you- oh your already up!" She smiled at you. You quickly pulled down your sleeves, smiling back at her. "Yes Ms Blue, I am. Nowww I would like to get dressed, if you don't mind." You retorted, smiling and leaning your head towards the door. She groaned, and walked out the door with a smile.

'Now, what the fuck do I wear to hide all this shit?' You thought, staring at yourself in the mirror again.

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You had chosen a simple sweater and jeans. Also a belt. Only problem was it was a very hot day in Texas, so you were sweating bullets. Especially because you were doing chores with your dad.

Cordell quickly noticed something was wrong with your outfit. It was what, 90 degrees? Why are you wearing a sweater??

"Yknow, it might be easier if you just took the sweater off, N/n." He stated, focusing on carving the new post just right.

You bit your lip and mentally panicked because what the fuck were you supposed to say?

"Uh- well, it's my favorite sweater so... I'll just wear it for now!" You knew that wouldn't keep your father away for too long, especially sense it's... Him. But he brushed it off for now, making conversations here and there as he worked. You let out a quiet sigh of relief.

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You sat down at the dinner table. Luckily, no one was here currently so you could just relax for once. You sighed, and put your head into your hands, rubbing your temples. 'Today has been one hell of a day,' you thought, chuckling slightly. Then, you felt a figure slide into the chair in front of you. You looked up to see a very serious Liam staring back at you.

"N/n." He started, staring at your arms. Then, the anxiety rushed to your head, fearful of what he could've found.

"Do you mind explaining," he started, and then whipped out your journal and slammed it onto the table. "This? And don't play dumb with me, I read it. All of it." He explained, staring at you with worried eyes.

"U-uncle liam, i-" you started, tearing up. Quickly, you forced the tears back down. After mom, you promised yourself you wouldn't cry.

"I, uhm, have been struggling, a lot recently. As you probably read." You stated, motioning at the journal. He nodded.

"I understand that, but talk to one of us. Me, Your grandpa, hell, does your dad even know?" He asked, staring at you with concerned, but angry/disappointed eyes. Suddenly, Cordell walked in.

"Do I know what?" He asked, looking between you and Liam.

You looked at Liam with 'please, I'll tell him on my own time. Just don't do this!' Eyes, holding a breath. Liam sighed.

"Oh, uhm nothing much. Just discussing career paths with N/n over here. Yknow, it's crazy, they told me they want to work at a w/j!" He responded smiling quickly to cover the act, and you sighed a heavy sigh of relief. He probably got that from your journal. You smiled and looked at your father, nodding.

Cordell shrugged. He knew something was up, but it couldn't be Serious enough that his brother would lie to him about his own kid, right? He smiled, and went to sit next to you.

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It was, what? 3:30 am and here you are. Having a panic attack over cutting yourself. Again. 'Screw it, I'm ending this. Tonight.' You thought, sneaking out of your room quickly and quietly, trying not to make a lot of noise to wake anyone. Successfully, you had made it out the door.

See, Y/n walker didn't take special classes for nothing. You pulled a little trick, and managed to grab the keys for the mercadi on the way out. You grabbed them carefully, turning on the car and speeding off. Did you even have a license yet? 'No, but who the hell cares!' You thought speeding off. Little did you know, August had seen the whole thing.

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"Dad, DAD! wake up!" Stella shook her dad awake, he groaned and turned over to look at her.

He coughed and sat up, blankets still around him. "Yes, Yes Stella what's up? Why must you wake a tired ranger at, 4:00 in the morning?" He asked, yawning.

"Y/n is gone! August told me he saw them drive off with the mercadi! Dad, they don't even have a license!" She practically yelled at him.

"THEYRE WHAT?!" he yelled, springing out of bed quickly. He ran and put his ranger equipment on quickly, before returning back in front of Stella.

"Stella, listen." He crouched down in front of her. "They'll be okay, we'll find them I promise alright? Now, you go grab August and get him in the car." Stella nodded quickly, running out of the room to go grab August. Truth be told, he was worried. Enough of his family had died already. 'No no, no dark thoughts right now, N/n is more important. ' he thought, and nervously stepped out of the room, practically running downstairs and outside into the car.

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There you were, just peacefully sitting on the not so safe side of the railing. You took a deep breath in of fresh air, staring down at the busy street below you. 'I could just jump now, what am I waiting for?' You thought, and slowly wiggled your way off the edge. Starting to fall, untill a hand grabbed you back. You looked confused, turning around you saw August.

"August?! Wha- what are you doing here?" You asked nervously. Staring at your brothers worried face.

"Oh I don't know, I'm here because I'm not gonna let my sibling KILL THEMSELVES?! DAD! STELLA! HELP!" He yelled.

'Shit, shit, shit. This is not good, holy fuck.' You thought, letting go of his hand. "August, just let me go. I don't have to be a burden anymore." You said, staring at him with upset eyes as you teared up.

"Wha- NO! DAD- STELLA, PLEASE!" he yelled again, grabbing your hand tighter and trying to pull you up untill eventually your dad and Stella bursted through the door. Staring at you dangling off the edge. Cordell looked at you with shock, his mouth making a small O shape. Stella immediately started to tear up, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Uh, a little HELP, please?" August yelled at them, untill they snapped out of their trance. Quickly, you tried to wiggle your way out of August's grasp, but it was no use, as Cordell had a hold of your hand now, along with Stella. Quickly, you were pulled over the railing. You broke down, watching them all stare at you like some kind of lab experiment. Then, Cordell hugged you, as tight as he could.

You gasped, staring into his chest. Then, August joined the hug, along with Stella.

Shortly after they let go, and Cordell crossed his arms, staring down at you. "I think I can speak for all of us when I say, don't do this again, N/n. We love you. What would this family be like without you? You can always talk to any of us, you know that, right?" He asked, almost crying himself.

"I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I just didn't wanna be a burden.." You sobbed out. He sighed, and smiled at you.

"Well, let's take you somewhere where you aren't a burden then. Let's go home, okay?" He asked, smiling down at you. You smiled back, and nodded, still crying.

And eventually, maybe you would get better. Maybe, just maybe, you could actually get better.

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Originally written from wattpad, so if you recognize this from that you know who I am now!

1627 words! My best so far 😈

Bonus: Cordell watched you intently as you emptied your drawers for anything sharp as he held out his hand. You groaned and handed them to him. He frowned softly. "Yknow we all love you, right?" We're all here. Even if your grandpa seems like.. A meanie sometimes, even he'd listen about this. Okay?" He asked. You nodded, tearing up again. He smiled softly. "Alright, alright." He hugged you tightly, and for once, you hugged him back.

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ill0droprandomshizz · 1 month

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Sleepy daze with father and child bond

(edit: just realized the other tattoo is on the wrong side😭👍

(edit2: decided to color it

#one piece #charlotte katakuri #fun #ao3 fanfic #fatherly love #Oc mylene

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pakgirls530916 · 5 months

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Prince Charles (now KC) showing affection to his sons (Highland games). Yet Harry says he was distant.

#king charles lll #prince charles #proud father #fatherly love #prince william #harry markle #prince harry #scotland

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pikefied · 1 year

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A request by @thatisnotagoodswamp Pike & Spock. Spike. Gotta love the dynamic between these two. ❤️‍🔥

"Captain."

"Spock... Are you alright?"

"Is that a smile I see on your face?"

"I believe it is. Yes."

"Chances are he won't recover from this."

"Spock, you are... you are very important to me."

"As you are to me, Captain. Chris."

Looking forward to them getting closer in upcoming seasons. Their relationship is special.

P.S: Forgive the quality of the gifs. I can't get the images any crisper.

#star trek #strange new worlds #star trek strange new worlds #snw #st snw #star trek snw #spock #captain christopher pike #christopher pike #captain pike #christine chapel #fatherly love #brotherly love #otherly love 😉

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yonemurishiroku · 2 years

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No but it would be hilarious if Nico can be completely oblivious of his impactful position.

I mean it in the way that Hades is clearly putting more trust, privileges and responsibilities on him than any other demigod can come close to, and yet Nico still thinks it’s nothing, that those are just petty “errands” his father requests of him as an excuse to give him extra allowance.

Something like:

Nico: What do you mean favorite? Dad doesn’t play favorite.

Apollo: Nico, Uncle is forging you a crown as we’re talking, right now.

Or another, when Nico thought his promotion was in account of the crucial time only:

Hades: So, since you’re my Ambassador—

Nico: Wait, I’m not your Ambassador, dad. It’s not war anymore. You can drop it now.

Hades *looks at him dead in the eye*: You are my Ambassador, son.

Actually I kinda like this^^ because that’s a cement claim from Hades that Nico has gained his respect, and Nico can feel his father’s love for him transparently for the first time.

#nico di angelo #fanfic talk again bc what’s new anw?#yone rambling #powerful nico #prince of the underworld #ghost king nico #nico and hades #underworld famiy #hades (pjo)#pjo #hoo #toa #ambassador nico #ambassador of pluto #fatherly love #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #yone headcanon

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blrrblog · 4 months

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How to Mend a Broken Heart

Visiting home, it's been a month;

I breathe a sigh, the familiar scent stirs my heart.

Tears fall, broken pieces of my heart lie scattered about.

My mother lectures me.

She does not want to see me hurt.

Nor do I want to show my struggle.

For she tries to keep me safe,

From a life that might break my heart.

My father, eyes weary and chest heavy

Admits he wakes from his dreams, calling for me.

Not angry about my wild nights out,

He had asked his friends, from their clubs, to watch over me.

"Send me your art," he says,

"I like them, I want to print them out and hang them in my office

So I can show everyone how talented my daughter is."

Their love, always unconditional

And yet I have been selfish.

Selfish, and how selfless they have been!

I can spend a lifetime searching for true love

But no love would be more true

than the love of a mother and a father.

I open the door, breathing a sigh.

The familiar scent tickles my heart.

I smell it once again.

I smell my family.

The ones I call home.

The ones who care about me the most.

The ones who love me unconditionally

Even though I have made so many mistakes.

The ones I will always love,

Even if I have to wait a lifetime

To mend my broken heart.

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