#mother figure headcanons

[elliesmainhoe]

Happy Mothers Day!!

HBO!Ellie Williams X MotherFigure!Reader

THIS CHARACTER IS UNDER 18 SO THIS FIC IS STRICTLY PLATONIC!!!!!!!

Summary: The first mothers day Ellie has ever celebrated and she's going to make sure that it's amazing.

Contents: tooth rotting fluff, happiness, extreme cuteness

Pancakes were supposed to be simple. Key word supposed.

Ellie woke up at the ass crack of dawn that morning, she had set her alarm clock for 6m and had switched yours off- discreetly forcing you into sleeping over time. She'd gathered all the ingredients the recipe had told her. Said recipe having been ripped out of the book they were originally in and found laying near a library a little outside of Jackson.

Ellie had squeezed fresh apple juice as she waited for the first pancake to cook through. A bad habit of Ellie's was losing track of time, she got carried away, squeezing the apple juice lead to her finding cutlery which lead to her cleaning said cutlery which lead to finding the right tray to put the silverware on. Ending up with the smell of burning flooding the kitchen.

She slammed the kitchens door, attempting to stop the smoke from wafting through the house alerting you of her antics and waking you up. She opened the window, the chilly air ventilating out the smell of smoke before she turned off the stove.

To say the pancake was a little crisp would be a bit of an understatement.

Shit. She only had enough for two, one for you, one for her. Oh well... She'll have the burnt one, today's about you anyways.

Take two was a little more successful a bit crisp on the edges but it'll do. She flopped them onto the two blue and white china plates- covering yours in fruit and hers in chocolate, balancing them on a wooden tray with the two glasses of juice before she took to the stairs.

She nudged open the door with her foot as she walked into the dark room, curtains closed and blocking out the ever insistent sunrise from seeping into your bedroom.

Cautiously, she placed the tray on your bedside table quietly before tiptoeing over to you window and drawing the curtains apart- the warm glow of the morning lightening the space.

Ellie watched as your eyes fluttered open. "Fuck kiddo. What time is it?" You grunted rolling over to look at your alarm clock 7:45am. 1 hour and 30 minutes late for patrol. Before you opened your mouth the soft voice of your daughter interrupted you.

"Don't worry Mom... I talked to Maria and she cancelled your patrol today" her hand gestured towards the tray of overlooked pancakes, before she whispered a shy "Happy mothers day mama..."

"Oh sweet girl come here" you opened your eyes as a blur of brown hair launched itself at you, her arms wrapping around you and giggling when you pecked her forehead lovingly.

"I tried to make you breakfast. It's not the best but-"

"It looks amazing kiddo. Thank you so much_ you smiled into her hair, before scooching up the bed- your back meeting the headboard as you move the tray onto your lap.

You took a bite of the fruit covered pancake, and honestly you couldn't tell whether or not Ellie was a culinary genius or you were just a smitten mother. Because fuck it tasted good.

Ellie's doe eyes looked up at you expectantly and with worry and anticipation. "Well done Ellie. This tastes so so so so good. You gotta cook for me more often now kid." You hummed, she seemed content with your answer.

"oh wait I got you something else" the girl said darting off your bed and out of the room before swiftly returning with what looked like... A sketch book? "I uh didn't really know what to get you and I thought you would enjoy something personal... So..." She shoved the sketch book into your hands "here."

You set your food aside, opting to open up the leather bound pad of paper instead. The first page read.

To Mom.

I know how much you like my drawings so I decided to put something together for you. Happy Mothers day.

Love Ellie.

You flipped to the next page and there was a beautiful sketch of you, sitting a the barstool of your kitchen island, glasses resting on the bridge of your nose as you read a new recipe

The next one was of you and Ellie. She had sketched out and traced the photo you both took in the malls arcade.

The next one was of a cartoon giraffe wearing a space suit on the moon.

It went on and on and on for 80 pages, sketches of you, her favourite things, her favourite hobbies, her favourite people it was so so so beautiful.

A single tear dripped down your cheek, "come over here baby" you sniffles hugging your girl tightly "my baby's so talented..." You hummed hands playing with her hair as she smiled joyfully.

"Thank you so much kiddo.."

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I actually celebrated mothers day 2 months ago! But I have baby fever rn so here I am again, healing Ellie Williams mommy issues.

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#ellie williams #the last of us #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x reader #mom!reader #mother!reader #mother figure #ellie williams x platonic!reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams headcanons #ellie the last of us #ellie x fem reader #ellie x platonic!reader #mothers day #tlou fic #the last of us fic #tlou #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x reader fluff #mothers day fic #hbo tlou #fluff #tlou but make it happy #bella ramsey #bella ramsey tlou #ellie hbo #ellie williams hbo

[4-orest]

Barb needs a mom in her life , Delta stepped up.

Barb being barb, probably saying something mean unintentionally

Delta grabbing her by the ear

Delta: … Barbara .Anna Marie.Thrasher… you are getting too big for your britches, quit it.

Barb: ….. where did you-

Delta: I have my ways now hush.

Barb: …

Barb grew up spoiled af cause she’s a daddy’s girl , definitely hasn’t heard of the word no. Like ever.

Delta said she’s gonna learn today.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #queen barb #trolls world tour #rock trolls #barb trolls #trolls 2 #delta dawn #country trolls #mother figure #trolls headcanons

[babacontainsmultitudes]

I was relistening to some of the trial arc stuff the other day (aheem heem), and found myself wondering who on earth Nick went to Universal Studios with, since it obviously wasn't Glenn. Then I remembered this adorable dad fact:

have I mentioned that Darryl's dad facts are objectively the best

So yeah, Darryl acting as a substitute dad taking Nick along with them whenever he brought Grant to theme parks true and real and beautiful to me now!

[Which got me thinking about the very non-canonical scenario in which stay-at-home-cooks-and-cleans-and-really-kinda-does-everything-for-his-son coach dad Darryl finds out that Nick sometimes spends a few months at a time by himself due to his dad's line of work and insists that Nick stay at the Wilson household so eventually he does and he and Grant get quite close as a result but Grant can't quite understand why Nick gets so emotional every time the family sits together for dinner and insists on helping Darryl around the house and laughs so wholeheartedly at all his dumb dad jokes and OUGH SORRY IT'S JUST NICK CLOSE MAN OUGHHHH]

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #ehehe #don't even get me started on how it would feel to have some sort of mother figure around #and Glenn actually be home for Christmas and being surprised when Nick tells him that they're both invited to spend it with the Wilsons #surprised because I suppose in this scenario S1 has not happened #darryl wilson #Nick Close #grant wilson #glenn close #dndads headcanon #btw this isn't Grant/Nicky propaganda but also actually yes it is

[himboblaze]

blossomfall being closer to daisy than she was her own mother for as long as she can remember. daisy being there to comfort and reassure her when millie and briarkit got moved to the abandoned twoleg nest as they were sick with greencough. daisy offering to play with blossomkit when she was scolded by millie for playing ‘too rough’ with briarkit, a kit slightly weakened by sickness.

blossomfall, a newly made warrior, beaming with pride as her and bumblestripe watch briarlight finally become a warrior alongside them, her mood only dampening when she sees how hard millie and graystripe are cheering briarlight’s new name. she can’t remember millie cheering that loudly for her and her brother, but she remembers how proud daisy looked. daisy always looks proud when a new apprentice is made a warrior, no matter who that apprentice may be.

blossomfall, a slightly older warrior, being lost in the tunnels under their territory alongside fellow dark forest trainee ivypool. she’s hit in the head by a falling rock as they attempt to traverse the darkness, and briefly, while struggling to maintain consciousness, she’s reminded of a memory from her childhood. bumblekit is there, alongside briarkit of course, but the molly watching them play from afar is.. blurry, non-distinct, ever switching between grey, and pale cream. no matter how hard she tries to focus, that cat stays ever unidentifiable.

blossomfall finding out that, as she’s scolded in front of her peers by her mother for getting lost, this inability to remember whether millie or daisy were more present in her childhood doesn’t bother her as much as it probably should.

#hi i’m back with another headcanon. au? whatever #warrior cats #blossomfall #briarlight #daisy wc #millie wc #au i guess where daisy is more of a mother figure to blossomfall than millie ever was #not on purpose just. naturally. because daisy is everyone’s mom #what did i tag my writing as again

[nyxofdemons]

honestly my new niche fixation in this fandom is tilla. i want to know SO BADLY about blitz's relationship with his mom i just KNOW he was the ultimate momma's boy. im banging pots and pans together man circus aftermath episode WHEN

#GODDD I HAVE SO MANY HEADCANONS ABOUT THEM #thinking about late nights in the circus when the kids were still really young and blitz staying up after everyone else #falls asleep and going and crawling into tilla's bed #thinking abt tilla telling the kids (blitz/barbie/fizz) stories when they couldn't sleep. beloved mother figure to ALL the circus kids #THINKING ABOUT BLITZ AS A SMALL CHILD MAKING UP STORIES FOR HER......... GOD #making up stories about him and his mom. him as the knight fighting off the dragon (cash) to rescue her from the tower (the circus) #and taking her somewhere far away where everything is better #idk whyyyyyy but i just. little kid blitz who picks flowers and makes up stories for his mom is SO SO IMPORTANT TO ME #DO YOU SEE MY VISION???? SHAKES YOU #mine #helluva boss #blitz #tilla

[astoryshark]

How about a nightmare Freddy x fem reader where she is like a mother figure to the freddles, if you have the time of course!

Hi! This was not easy at all and it turned out to be more about the freddles than about Freddy ;; Hope you still like it!

Nightmare Freddy x f!reader that is like a mother for the little freddles

First: Congrats for surviving against this guy! I don't want to imagine how difficult it was to argue with him to let you live...

It all started when Nightmare Freddy began hunting you, the freddles being part of the nightly "adventure" too, of course.

As we all know, Freddy sends them out first to give a good scare. Having them roam around the room, hiding in the shadows and letting out their disturbing sounds.

You were terrified already, having a rough day behind you was not making this any easier. You locked the door of your apartment, you were 100% sure of that! So..what could this be? And..Why you?

The freddles had more fun than usual with this. Your room was full of interesting stuff, plushies, games and decor they had not seen before. After some time, they forgot why they were sent out in the first place.

You noticed the behavior of the "creatures" change, taking all your courage together, you turned on the flashlight of your phone to shine it right on them.

One of the little guys was just starting to play around with some action figures. There was no sound, the air could be cut with a knife because how I tense it was as you and the freddle looked each other in the eyes.

Then you screamed - this was the begging of a wonderful friendship motherhood!

You started to interact with all three of them more over time, getting close to them slowly.

The four of you started playing together, you read a book to them and even started out to give snacks around.

However, it took not long until you were face to face with Freddy Fazbear himself.

He looked not amused, not. at. all.

Your heart was beating so fast you were sure it would jump out of your chest any second. Body trembling like it was exposed to freezing temperatures.

Before the bear could make any move, the freddles were out and stood in front of you to act as protectors.

It turned out that they were already attached to you and declared you officially as their mum! Congrats!...?

This leaves Freddy out to be the dad of course

Getting closer to Freddy took a lot more time. He was not talking most of the time and when he did, it was always hard to adjust to his deep, robotic voice. After a while though, you started to think it was..attractive? Soothing? You had no idea how to express it

Taking care of the three little bears was aaalll about team work! This way, you and Freddy were forced to do things together and also communicate

Time was flying by and you noticed how the five of you growed together into a great family

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #xreader #fnafxreader #female reader #Nightmare Freddy #Nightmare Freddy x reader #fnaf 4 #Nightmare animatronics #fnaf x you #Freddles #Mother figure! reader #f!reader #Animatronics #request #fnaf headcanons

[itsamenickname]

You know, I don't think that there's enough discussion on the possible relationship dynamic between Kammy and Luigi when it comes to Bowuigi.

Now don't get me wrong, while exploring Kamek and Luigi's relationship makes perfect sense (since Kamek's the one who raised Bowser and all (not to mention that he shows up in a lot more Mario games than Kammy)), I feel like Kammy is a really underrated Mario character and I can totally see her as either being Bowuigi's #1 supporter (which is what I'm personally leaning towards) or have her be the one who's really protective over Bowser instead of Kamek (or they can both be protective over Bowser, but Kammy would be much more protective than Kamek).

#should point out that this correlates with an idea that both Kamek and Kammy raised Bowser as their son instead of only Kamek #not sure what Kamek and Kammy's canonical relationship is in the Mario universe is if I'm being totally honest here #when you look it up on Google it saids that Kammy is Kamek's mother #which I personally hate because I just can't see Kammy as Kamek's mother #I honestly see them more as either siblings or a a mentor-student kind of relationship #kind of leaning towards the siblings route because of how much bickering they do towards one another in a lot of Bowuigi stories I've read #anyway that's enough of my rambling #Kammy would be a great mom to Bowser and she would be an especially amazing motherly figure/stepmom to Luigi #and I will fight anyone who disagrees with me #(I'm kidding about that last part) #but seriously though hashtag I think we need more mother/motherly Kammy especially when it comes to Bowuigi #luigi #luigi nintendo #kammy koopa #bowuigi #bowser x luigi #super mario #super mario bros #headcanons #mario headcanons #mario fanfic #mario fanfic idea #foreshadowing

[dumb-teambucciarati-headcanons]

Father’s Day headcanons (even though that already passed oops)

-since Giorno had such a bad experience with his step dad and never knew his real dad, Father’s Day has always been something he didn’t think much of. He understood the sentiment, but knew that parents weren’t always the ones that pointed you in a good direction. Often it was someone else that helped shape who you are for the positive. He always would wonder about who his real dad was though. Like is his real dad good at dance dance revolution?

-Father’s Day has been bittersweet for Bruno ever since his father passed away. Even though he doesn’t like the overly gendered things for sale around Father’s Day and Mother’s Day, anything that had to do with fishing always reminded him of his dad. So he always buys a ton of it when he sees it. The house is full of cheesy fishing Father’s Day merchandise.

-Abbacchio feels that the best gift he could give his father for Father’s Day is to not to have to hear from him. In fact most of the time he feels like people were better off if they didn’t have to put up with him, except for maybe the other members of the mafia. Abbacchio hates that steak is gendered towards men and rolls his eyes whenever he walks past the super “masculine” Father’s Day merchandise they sell in stores.

-Mista is a father to all of the pistols, obviously, so on Father’s Day he buys a ton of food for himself of course. He bought himself one of those #1 Dad mugs. Also has a #1 dad shirt he wears on occasion.

-Father’s Day makes Narancia feel a huge mixture of negative emotions. The rest of the gang know this, as most of them have negative feelings towards the day as well. But Narancia, being Narancia, is much worse about knowing how to decipher his emotions than some of the other teams members so he is usually having a super bad day without really knowing the root cause of it all or knowing how to best move forward through the emotions. He tends to make a mess.

-despite his anger issues and rocky family memories, Father’s Day itself doesn’t make him feel anger. It’s more the random people that would like to mention things like “oh, even if he wasn’t a great dad he still provided for you” that made him angry.

-Trish hates her dad <3

#I don’t think I did this for Mother’s Day oops #jjba #jjba part 5 #narancia ghirga #leone abbacchio #bruno buccellati #guido mista #pannacotta fugo #jojos bizarre adventure #headcanons #trish una #giorno giovanna #Father’s Day #hate that holiday #this is mostly negative lol jojo really is like that #best dad Mista #bruno isn’t portrayed as a father figure at all in these headcanons so don’t worry #not a big fan of the whole mom Bruno thing #like seeing it the first time was funny but it’s super old now and people take it way to seriously #older brother Bruno will always reign supreme in my head

[lunarcantdraw27]

I just thought of the head-canon that the other 2012 turtles call Leo mom. Not in the trans woman Leo way, they just call him mom because they feel like it I guess

#2012 donnie #2012 raph #2012 michelangelo #2012 leo #2012 teenage mutant ninja turtles #2012 tmnt #the sillies #headcanon #tmnt headcanons #Leo is a mother figure #i’m sad

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

Splinter Cell au today! Last Splinter Cell was father-son bonding time, so today Jak gets to spend time with his mom

Phobos was a light sleeper even in the best of times. Here in this rebel base, during the second week of her and Damas rotating between Haven and Spargus with their children, even the slightest noise was enough to wake her. She sat up in her cot and let her eyes adjust to the half-light of the Babak settlement's barracks. What had roused her?

She let her eyes roam the long wooden hut, taking stock of each of her fellow Spargans and the members of Brutter's tribe. Leave it to a son of Damas to reforge the alliance between the Babak and the House of Mar by accident. Damas had been insufferable for an entire day when he found out. But Phobos found she couldn't be too irritated at him; the way Jak and his fluffy friend brightened when they heard him bragging about them was enough to make that stupid little smirk bearable. They walked a little taller any time she or Damas complimented them, Phobos had noticed. It was nice to see Jak opening up.

Thoughts of her newfound son drew her gaze to his cot, two beds over. With how restless he'd proven to be, Phobos half expected the cot to be empty. But it wasn't.

Jak sat hunched in the center of the cot with his knees pulled to his chest. Even in the gloom, it was apparent that something wasn't right. The fingers that gripped his knees were tipped with curved, black, talons. His skin had faded from bronze to an almost reflective pearl.

Oh.

Phobos had heard the reports of Jak's "Hunter" shape before, but she had never witnessed it in person. She took in the curved horns rising from his curls, and it struck her that the boy resembled nothing so much as the dragonowls that nested in the cacti in Strider Range. All he was missing were the feathers at this point. Even the flickers of violet sparks dancing across Jak's horns didn't diminish the fact that, in the context of desert life,  the Hunter form was a little endearing.

Rising from her cot, Phobos shook out her tunic and made a show of stretching. From what she'd heard, startling Jak when he was in a battle-shift didn't end well. Stark black eyes zeroed in on her in an instant, tracking her movement. Phobos smiled at him and approached his bed slowly.

"Hey, little owl" she whispered, "What's got you up so late?"

His ears flicked up, then back -- a warning that he did not want to be touched, Phobos guessed. She settled on the very end of the cot and kept her hands where he could see them. Had he had a nightmare? From the things Tess mentioned now and then, Phobos knew the boy had more reasons for nightmares than most people twice his age. They may have been just acquaintances so far, but it rankled to know a young boy had suffered so horribly with no one to stand up for him.

"Are you alright, owlet?" Phobos frowned gently and tilted her head. "Has something disturbed you?"

Surprise softened Jak’s face. He cocked his head and mirrored Phobos's frown.

"You're not afraid?" asked clawed hands.

Phobos clicked her tongue, almost scoldingly.

"Why should I be? I am as dangerous as you are, owlet. And neither of us are as dangerous as the sea."

Jak furrowed his brow and drew his knees in closer.

"...doesn't feel good," he finally admitted. "Too much dark eco, can't let it out right now."

"Ah." Phobos sighed and shifted a little closer. "You're oversaturated? Yeah? I saw that happen to your father once when an ammunition crate broke."

It was getting easier to call Damas this boy's father. Easier to think of Jak as her own.

"It was a different kind of eco, sure, but it looked like it sucked either way."

If he had been Mar -- a strange statement, considering he had been Mar in another world, another life -- Phobos would have rubbed his back and hummed him to sleep again. But Mar was a toddler, still dependent on his adults for comfort. And Jak was just a few years shy of being old enough for the Arena trials! Most teenagers his age found such coddling embarrassing; Phobos could admit that she had been one such teenager once upon a time, cringing at her own mother's public affection.

But would Jak be the same?

He was so much older than their Mar, and yet sometimes she could see her little boy peering out from behind those bright eyes. He was starved for affection, but conditioned to distrust most touch. Unbearably lonely, but afraid of rejection.

Phobos bit her lip, then held out her hand. "Come on, Jak. Let's go outside. We'll get that eco spent so you can go back to sleep, alright?"

Jak winced and looked up. Fangs dug into his lip as he frowned.

"Can't. Might need it for battle."

"There will be more eco in battle," Phobos said. She stood and kept her hand extended.

"Come on, baby. I got you. I'll watch your back, okay?"

It took another five seconds of gentle cajoling before Jak uncurled himself and slid off the cot. He didn't take her hand -- he usually didn't -- but when Phobos looked back, he had the end of her sash in one hand, twisting it around his claws like he was afraid he'd get lost if he let go. He let himself be shepherded along the catwalks connecting the Babak village to the mine shafts. The humming of the elevator seemed to vibrate in his bones, through his horns, unbearably loud.

It was better to wake up in the stifling heat of the caverns, better to be surrounded by snoring, than to find himself in the harsh cold of the Baron’s laboratories. Better to be soaked with sweat on a creaky cot than to shiver while listening to the screams of other test subjects. But even here, even from the grave, Errol still held sway over his nightmares. That was what had gathered the eco into battle-readiness in his body, looking for threats that did not exist. Jak was a haunted man.

The cool night air washed over them both, and Jak shivered. It ended in a sneeze, and the woman beside him smiled softly.

She nodded to the cliffs above the cave network.

"Sig said he saw you scale a building in this shape, fast as a lizard. I bet you're even faster with real handholds."

She stepped back and squinted as if searching for something.

"I'll bet," she said slowly, "I'll bet you there's a couple hotfoot lizards up there, actually. You can eat those, you know. They don't taste that great, but they help your body regulate heat better for a while."

She shrugged.

"Why don't you see if you can catch a few, and I'll show you how to cook them in the morning."

Jak's sharklike eyes studied the cliffs, absorbing even the smallest pinprick of light. He grinned slowly.

"Eat them raw?"

Phobos made a face. "Blegh! You can, but you might regret it later."

"I might not."

"Oy!" Phobos shook her head and laughed quietly. "You sound like Damas when he was young!"

She wasn't sure if the subsequent darker hue of the boy's skin was a blush, or if the observation had made him lose a little dark eco.

Jak bent his knees slightly, and then with a rush of air he leaped; suddenly airborne, six feet directly up. One hand caught the face of the cliff, and soon he was scaling up the rocks at a dizzying rate. Despite herself, Phobos felt her jaw drop. She had never seen anyone but a Lurker make a jump like that unaided! Would Mar be able to do that one day? Or was this an ability only Jak had, learned from the Dark Oracle that favored him?

"Look at you!" She laughed in astonishment and clapped a hand to her forehead. "I oughta put you on the rigging in my fishing boat!"

Jak reappeared after a noisy minute or two with dark spots on one cheek that looked suspiciously like blood.

"Found the lizards," he signed down to her.

Phobos raised an eyebrow. "Did you eat them?"

"No....yes. One." Then he reached back and almost sheepishly raised the battered carcass of a Glub.

"Ohhhh." Phobos squinted up through the darkness. "You want any help up there? Or do you just want to hunt until the eco runs out?"

She knew the answer before Jak had even set the Glub down to sign again.

The moment she'd said "hunt", his eyes had narrowed and his ears flicked up.

Dark eco wasn't just the element of the ocean. It was the element of the hunter, the carnivore, and the tempest. The chase was in its very nature, and right now that nature was rushing through Jak's veins at breakneck speed.

Jak bared his fangs in what was either a show of aggression to Glubs, or a very unsettling smile. Then he dropped out of sight, and Phobos guessed that he was probably shimmying along the ground to look for lizards.

He would probably be up there for a little while. Phobos strolled along the small strip of beach, looking for palm fronds to weave into a basket. She somewhat doubted that Jak would remember to actually bring her any lizards, but she liked working with her hands nonetheless. Without really thinking about it, she hummed quietly, keeping a rhythm with her hands. It was a lively tune, a folk song so old that no one in Spargus really remembered where it had come from. In the language of the people who had once lived in the ruined coastal settlements, the lyrics were something to do with a wily cacomiztli asking a cockatoo to a Fiesta with her. She praised the bird's plumage and grace, and he, flattered, agreed to go. Naturally, the song ended with the cacomiztli having a very nice party meal.

A bit morbid, perhaps, but it had a fine, rollicking melody, and easy to remember rhymes -- even for those who couldn't speak the Coastwatcher dialect. And it reminded children not to trust a flatterer.

A shuffling of feet on the sand paused Phobos's humming, and she glanced up. Jak crouched less than two feet from her, watching with a bemused expression. How was he so quiet?!

His horns had receded considerably, now no more than little nubs poking out of his curls. He'd gotten some color back, too.

"Oye, owlet, did you bring me any lizards?" Phobos asked.

Sheepishly, he held up two lizard tails. Evidently, he had forgotten that the creatures could detach their tails and flee. By the mess on his hands, Phobos guessed he'd spent more time hunting Glubs. She laughed and patted the sand next to her.

"Better luck next time, eh? Here- go get yourself a frond. We're making baskets until you're ready to go back to sleep."

The dark eco continued to fade as Jak struggled to weave with claws. What little hadn't been expended on the small carnivores up the cliff was rapidly being reabsorbed into his bloodstream. When the dark form dropped entirely, Phobos almost didn't notice at first. Jak was as quiet as before, sitting still and watching her weave. She continued to hum until a raspy voice interrupted her.

"Did...Dax...teach you...that?"

Phobos glanced up and noticed Jak wince and massage his throat. She clicked her tongue sympathetically.

"Regretting eating that lizard raw, huh? Too bad we didn't bring our canteens so you could wash that taste out."

"It...was bad." Jak made a face.

With a chuckle, Phobos scooted closer. "Alright owlet, let me see what you've got."

She looked at the sad, lopsided basket, and took hold of Jak's hands to guide him.

"Here: over, under. Over, under. Do that all the way around until you have an alternating pattern on each stem."

Jak furrowed his brows and did his best to follow her movements.

"You didn't answer my question," he croaked.

Ugh. That taste was going to sit in his throat for hours.

"Which one, baby?" Phobos asked, reaching over to flick a coil of hair out of his face.

Baby.

Nobody had ever called him baby before. Well, not sincerely, anyway. Jinx and his guys did sometimes, but they called everyone nicknames like that, because they were weird.

They didn't have the same warmth in their voices, and they definitely didn't apply affectionate nicknames to his dark form!

"The song. Daxter's favorite when we were little. Did he teach you?"

Phobos leaned back. "It's been around that long? Huh! Didn't think the Coastwatcher people went as far as Dead Town."

Jak shrugged. "Daxter's not from Sandover either. He showed up in a boat a year before I did. Said a hurricane washed his village away and he was trapped in the boat."

Jak paused as something occurred to him.

"Wait. How far is your island from Misty Island?"

"Misty Island?"

"Where everyone says the Nest is," Jak clarified.

With how much dark eco had been there when he was a kid, he wasn't surprised that the metalheads had chosen Misty Island to nest.

"About two days on a propeller boat," Phobos said, rubbing her chin, "Closer to two hours by air."

The math lined up surprisingly well, and Jak began to wonder if perhaps his best friend had his origins on the same island he had allegedly been born on. One more thing tying them together; Daxter would be so excited!

"You telling me your buddy in the Titan Suit is a Coastwatcher?" Phobos asked with interest.

"Um...maybe? Have to ask."

Phobos whistled low. "When we go home, we'll have to keep the monks from snatching him. They're obsessed with history and archeological discovery. You tell them a Coastwatcher ancestor is still living and they'll lose their minds."

Jak laughed, almost silently. "He'd probably like that, though. It's rough being the last survivor."

Phobos wrapped an arm around his shoulders and, distracted as he was, Jak simply leaned into her. Phobos stilled, unwilling to jeopardize this moment. She smiled and set her basket aside to brush a hand over her son's hair.

"Well. Neither of you are alone now," she murmured. "And I can promise you, we're not going anywhere."

Was it her imagination, or did Jak lean into her side a little further?

They sat quietly for a moment, watching the waves roll in and out. Then, barely audible over the hiss of the surf, Jak whispered,

"Good."

#jak and daxter #splinter cell au #fic prompts #writing prompts #free day thursday #phobos #captain phobos #jak's mother #spargan ocs #jak and daxter au #my headcanon is that the ruins on the edge of the wasteland used to trade with sandover #and everyone in sandover always treats dax like an outsider so i figured hey maybe he came from another village #the descendants of the Coastwatcher settlements now live mostly in Spargus and don't know a lot about the communities lost in the hurricane #dark jak #dark jak gets to be treated with affection! #owlet is his mom's personal nickname for him now because of his dark form

[nathalieswiftie13]

Adrien and Nathalie head canon

Nathalie taught Adrien how to roast ppl and basic self defance skills

When Adrien was little he loves when nathalie sung a lullaby before his bed time

They both cat person

Nathalie love to make him laugh with cats video and cute trick

Adrien can recognize when Nathalie was sad but she often brush it off

Adrien loves it when his mom and Nathalie singing and dancing together

When Nathalie and Adrien first saw each other they a bit shy at first but quickly get along after a few interaction

#miraculous ladybug #nathalie sancoeur #ladybug and chat noir #adrien agreste #mlb headcanon #adrien and nathalie #mother figure #cute

[elliesmainhoe]

Goodnight, Mom

HBO ELLIE WILLIAMS X MotherFigure!Reader

This character is under 18 so the relationship is PLATONIC

Summary: After you help her down from a panic attack, Ellie calls you Mom for the first time.

Contents: mentions of David, trauma response, Ellie isolates herself, Night terror, Panic attack, Panic attack comfort.

A/N: I re-watched the last of us, and omg I need to comfort this bby so bad.

Ellie was such a ray of sunshine, so funny, so fiesty, so sweet. But ever since what happened with David, she just wasn't herself. She was quiet, reclusive and she never left her room, you went upstairs with a tray of food three times a day and left it outside her door, only returning an hour later to see it half eaten and abandoned in the same place you left it.

You missed her. You missed your walking boost of serotonin. Joel, Tess and you had been given her by the fireflies, you were all friends aswell as coworkers, well Joel and Tess had a little fling going on- but to each their own. She was so cute when you first met eachother, her little pocket knife and her messy brown hair.

And ever since you were assigned her as 'cargo', you hadn't been the same. The 14 year old immediately took a liking to you, and you to her. She stuck by your side through everything, you were practically attached by the hip.

She was with you when Tess died, when you tried to find Bill and Frank, when you met Henry and Sam, and when Joel told you he would no longer be coming with you. Ellie was your shadow, always lurking around watching you, smiling in admiration when you killed some infected in a particularly impressive way.

And that's why, after David, you couldn't bring yourself to deliver Ellie to the fireflies. You weren't stupid, you had a degree in biology for fucks sake, you knew- deep down that Ellie wouldn't make it out of that operating room. You knew she would want the truth and so you told her the truth.

Sitting in an old rusted car, driving down an abandoned highway back to Jackson you told her. She was conflicted- her life? For the world's? She was inclined to say yes. However, once you reminded her of the reality- it was unlikely it would work, and if it did it would be used as a political weapon against Fedra, and probably wouldn't see another person after its initial creation.

Once you made it back to Wyoming, you both settled down. Maria gifted you an old run down house to take on as your own.

When Ellie isolated herself in her room, you knew you had to leave her to it. She went through a traumatic experience and she deserved the time by herself to heal, no matter how much you were worried about her.

So, to take your mind of it, you went on patrols and found paint, old books, decorations and lights to try and make the house a home, and you think that you did that successfully. You painted the kitchen cabinets, reupholstered all the stools and couches. Added string lights in the living room and your bedroom to make it more cozy, and added potted plants around the house to bring the outside in.

After about 2 weeks the only room left to decorate was Ellie's. You had a large can of pale blue paint, and had collected a lot of posters of 70s-80s bands she had info-dumped about a while back.

It was night time, 10pm to be exact and you were exhausted- you did your usual routine, applying a moisturizer on your face and brushing your teeth before heading towards Ellie's door.

A small crack of warm light came out from underneath the wooden paneled door. Your first knocked onto the wood,

"you alright in there sweetheart?" you spoke softly, earning just a hum in response. "Well I'm going to sleep now- if you need anything don't be afraid just come wake me up"

"night y/n" Ellie's voice spoke quietly from the other side, if your ear wasn't pressed up against the panels you wouldn't of heard it. "Goodnight Ellie."

••••••••

At first the sound of Ellie's screams were no surprise, you often heard her sobbing, begging and pleading in your dreams, but this one was different it was clearer than usual.

Eyes flittering open and reaching over to your bed side table, you flicked on the reading lamp and blinked as your eyes adjusted to the warm golden light the bulb emitted. It did not take long for you to realize that the cries were very much real, and very much coming from Ellie's room across the hall.

Before you could even comprehend what you were doing, you scrambled out of bed and across the landing, swinging open the oak door that lead into the teenagers room. You hurried over to her bedside, turning on the table lamp so you could see Ellie fully.

Her body was writhing, her hands clawing at her own skin subconsciously. Her eyes remained closed, she was still asleep. Shit. First things first, let's make sure she doesn't hurt herself. You took her hands in yours, ever so softly, stroking your thumb against her palms reassuringly. You began speaking to her, trying to rouse her from her sleep as she began to fight against you.

"Baby- Ellie, it's just me Babygirl" you said, louder than you usually would. "You gotta wake up for my sweetheart."

After about a minute her eyes opened slowly- however there was a deep-rooted anger in them at first, for a split second she thought that you were him. She went to push you off of her.

"Sweetheart- sweetheart, it's just me Babygirl, it's just me." You comforted. Ellie's eyes softened, her angry screaming turning into words made incoherent by her relentless sobbing. You took a seat next to her on the single bed mattress, allowing Ellie's arms to wrap securely around your waist.

Her chest heaved- breathing quick and unsteadily. "5 things you can see, you know the drill" you told her, hands tangling into the brunette hair that laid in your lap.

"I can see... You, my sketches on the wall, my pencils, the moon out of my window and my comic book." She trembled through shaky breaths.

"Good Girl. Now, four things you can feel?"

"my bed sheets, your t-shirt, your hand in my hair and the socks on my feet." She spoke calmer this time, but the sniffles and occasional sob still left her lips.

"Well done sweetheart, three things you can hear."

"The clock ticking, your breathing, and my sniffles"

"Mhm.. and two things you can smell?"

"Your new soap and the smell of freshly clean laundry"

"And lastly, one thing you can taste"

"My toothpaste" she says, her breathing had now slowed and her sobs turned into the occasional sniffle.

"Well done Ellie, in so proud of you" you hummed, you pecked her forehead lightly- and grinned when you saw the hint of a smile grace her face.

"Can you stay with me till I fall asleep?" She whispered, looking up at you. "Course I can." you replied before shuffling onto the bed in a comfier position.

Ellie's face, still damp from tears buried itself in the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around you like her life depended on it.

"Goodnight Ellie".

"Goodnight Mom".

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[whirling-fangs]

Has there ever been a father figure for Inosuke?

[[ In canon... I guess not, actually! It's a little tidbit of a theme that I really like about him. He's had big brothers aplenty (Tanjiro, big-eared Takaharu, Zenitsu to some extent), he's even had a grandpa... but he doesn't have ONE designated father figure.

Gotouge sort of set up Kyojuro as Tanjiro's main mentor, Uzui as Zenitsu's... and Inosuke's would be... Shinobu :') because Sanemi didn't get enough screen time sobs it would have been a perfect chaotic match no father figures for this boy. He has all the most wholesome mom figures though ;w;

I'm pretty sure it's intentional too. Inosuke's birth father was a complete scumbag and Kotoha fully intended to raise him alone. And of course, there's Douma's case... Inosuke is pretty much cursed when it comes to father figures :')

I do love a found family above anything else, though, so I like to twist that "rule" a little and give him proper dads anyway. But the line between big bro/uncle/father figure is always a little blurry whenever I write it, because Inosuke himself isn't seeking a father figure. He has never known what it's like, and thus he doesn't miss it the same way he secretly and unconsciously misses a cliché mother's role in his life.

Yes that is an invitation to send your muses at him to adopt him anyway ♥ ]]

#boar compendium / headcanons #[[if you'll allow me to be a bit heteronormative for a bit #inosuke doesn't seek father figures because he doesn't think they have anything he needs #when his mothers have all been ripped from his hands in the most cruel ways :) ]]

[paradizetobefound]

One of personal pet hcsI have is that if Doctor isn't just a very talented and very fucked up collegue of Priestess she grew close to over shared dreams and visions.

Then the person we know as Doctor appeared when Priestess became Priestess. Literally or metaphorically. It does apply even to general "Priesstess and Doctor are just very good friends" idea but. idk, I think it is vital that you understand the alternative I specifically envision in my head as. What is knowledge. Can you truly define the Universe. What does it mean to exist. You categorize, you use your perception, the cognitive abilities your species developed over millenia. You think and ponder and engage in theorycrafting, and one of the results of this thought, of this attempt to tackle what, perhaps, may for all we know be impossible to define. As science. If Priestess ever ventured beyond the wall that we call "the known", then what she brought back from here she must have also coated in the definitions that can be known. The science. The doctor. Her closest most intimate friend. That's the alternative very dubious hc I propose.

In between we can posit many more possibilities of various levels of "two researchers really do some dubious things together and to each other" of course.

#OP #I am not sure what is going on just understand it is not a real theory or proper attempt at analysis I am just having a blast #also yes the second headcanon option suggests that in some way priestess is also like a mother figure (alternatively the adam) #assuming whatever priestess did after leaving doctor to nap alone is something we try to infer (like z.b. dissolving her ego in originium) #from dorothy's vision and lone trail we can project an even more bonkers dynamics between them #arknights #headcanon #ak doctor #ak priestess

[owlbeastly]

Lilith's classes

Odalia used everything in her power to get Amity a place under a Coven Head's training. Though she would've preferred someone else, Lilith was the Emperor's Coven leader. Personal history or not, that was the best for the family. However, her ideas of rigid, ruthless training were a bit off...

Lilith's training was indeed tough, but when Amity got admitted, she was just a five-year-old and way under the age limit. The Head Witch knew she couldn't just use the same methods. So she got in contact with Bump to talk with some of Hexside's teachers and learn a bit from them.

Clawthorne's plan was to follow the school's curriculum, focusing on really reinforcing the basics so the child could build upon it steadily and faster, later. So, while Odalia hoped they were forcing her daughter to sit still and recite the Magic Law, something else was going on... Something like:

Nursery Rhymes! Lilith knew a thousand Nursery Rhymes that taught kids the basics of magic, history, and science. She picked the ones she considered best and would always sing them with Amity at the beginning of class, teaching her the hand gestures and what they meant. It was heartwarming to see the child learning the lyrics and following her excitedly. Lilith was scared she would be too embarrassed to do the dances and that Amity wouldn't join her, but the little girl watched her teacher with her eyes glistening and a big smile.

Drawing and painting! Lilith would bring images of the Isles for them to draw and color. She first focused on the whole Titan, then on specific parts of their body to help Amity get a better understanding of their geography and Titan biology. She also knew, as a future Abomination Coven member, Amity needed to develop geometrical and observation skills to correctly summon and build golems that looked the way she wanted them to look. It was a challenge, and most of the little girl's first drawings were an abstract mess. Lilith toned down the requirements and asked Amity to focus on basic shapes first. This helped the child greatly and soon she memorized the looks of many geographical spaces and demons.

Physical games! Body Awareness and Balance were the only subjects outside of the common school curriculum that Lilith taught, going hard on extra teachings. As someone who never had this type of specialized learning in her youth and had to teach herself later on to survive the Coven's training, she intended to make sure every student of hers would be prepared, and Amity was the first one that would grow up with such nurturing. There were plenty of physical exercises whose intent was to strengthen the witches' bodies and prepare them to endure magical attacks from others and themselves. Specific knowledge ensured that the individual could work smarter with her stamina, reserving as much of it as possible to keep their bile sack from exhausting itself. For most people, it would've seen like senseless training, but every crazy-looking exercise had a point. Amity loved the time they spend doing the exercises and was the only moment she was actually allowed to roll on the grass and be under the sun. Odalia wasn't happy when she found her child dirty and pink from the heat, but Lilith did notice an increase in Ames' immunological system after they began 'playing' outside.

#toh #the owl house #toh headcanon #the owl house headcanon #amity blight #lilith clawthorne #odalia blight #a coven head's apprentice au #my hobby is to imagine their classes #lilith is a great teacher and wonderful mother figure #amity is a dream child #they make me soft #owl house

[thelost-teller]

ok, but

A twisted wonderland au (perhaps even twisted wonderland x ever after high?) where the dorm leaders (and Jamil) are the sons of the original villains.

I will not be quiet about this concept :)

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x ever after high #dorm leaders #dorm wardens #riddle rosehearts #Azul Ashengrotto #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #i need Vil as the evil queen’s son #him and raven would be so iconic #also Riddle deserves a better mother figure #ever after high #ever after high au