#hug from dad :)

[doctorsiren]

“Sometimes when magicians vanish, they leave something behind…That’s how Trucy became Trucy Wright…my daughter. To be honest, I was pretty lost those first few days. Thinking back on it, it was a pretty dark time in my life. But Trucy…happy, smiling Trucy…she was my light.”

#doctorsiren #ace attorney #phoenix wright #trucy wright #beanix #ace attorney fanart #comic #art #digital art #my art #fanart #procreate #this started out as me wanting to give an origin to his dumb beanie #but then it became something so cute 😭😭 #she’s his sunshine 😭 #I took inspiration from Gwen Stacy’s universe where the colours reflect the mood and characters #especially for the part where Gwen hugs her dad —> Trucy hugging Phoenix #the only time that Trucy is fully blue is when she’s empathizing with Phoenix #because he probably told her that it’s okay to cry as well #I’M REALLY HAPPY WITH THIS GRRR 😭💖😭💖 #if I had a nickel for everytime I’ve created something where a dad is crying and their young child comes to comfort them and cheer them up #I would have a LOT of nickels #also!! when doing the shading #i first laid down shadows over Phoenix’s entire form #but then when shaping the shadows I took shadow away from Phoenix and added small shadows to Trucy #and she’s acting like a sort of pseudo-light source (the beanie also acts as this as well ^^) #sunshine is my middle name (not even joking) and so Trucy being his light resonates with me #it’s funny bc this comic literally contradicts the comic I did a couple days back because in that one he already has the beanie #but in this one Trucy says Iris helped her make the beanie

[princelancey]

I'm sobbing, Lawrence loves him so much 🥹

#f1 #lance stroll #formula 1 #aston martin f1 #Hug from dad is deserved after that performance

[voiddaisy]

“stop calling jason todd a silly guy” has it ever occurred to you that he is a silly guy? he is FOR SURE a murderer and can be so, so cruel, but he still has his moments. he can still be killing people while quoting books he read in high school. he can still be torturing people while humming mitski songs. he can still haunt gotham while making fun of his siblings. let the guy be silly!

#bat family #batman #dc comics #jason todd #rip jason todd you would have loved mitski #jason todd is so silly #jason todd is a fucking nerd #he is also psycho #and kills people #both can be true #it’s okay he died and came back to life #he deserves some grace #he needs therapy #and maybe a bpd diagnosis #and maybe a hug from his dad #red hood #silly little guy

[ivypond11]

it's been a week and i still haven't recovered </3 so i did a little sketch with this scene between normal and scary because it fucked me up and i need more moments of them comforting and caring for each other

#dndads #dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies season 2 #dndads s2 spoilers #dndads spoilers #scary marlowe #normal oak swallows garcia #these two make me so fucking ill #i love their relationship and i missed them having moments so much and i was so heartbroken when normal comforted scary about terry jr #it sucks! when your best friend looses her dad and she has to face all this feelings she was trying to protect herself from #and you can't do anything to help hee besides being there and hugging her #if normal could he would take her pain away in a heartbeat #which is an idea i am thinking. about normal messing with the modify memory spell to protect scary from being sad #anyways they are my babies and i love them so much and they are the siblings ever <3

[meownotgood]

aki crumbs for today

#from the chainsaw man exhibition book #he's so pretty #I love his dad fit 🥺 #I just wanna hug him... #I miss him I just #arrrggggyggg #aki hayakawa #aki <3

[knights-unwelcommentary]

Can we talk about how John at no point in the credits seems to have even considered living in the Crocker's house? It's basically his house but with a different version of his dad, so what gives?

#homestuck #john egbert #I'm choosing to believe it was the disappointment that his dad didn't actually come back from the death #like the platform hug would've made him assume

[mokulule]

The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached 3

Part 1|Part 2

Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Warnings: angst/depression and canon typical violence

I'm not entirely happy with this, but I hope you enjoy it anyways. Some things will probably be changed for the Ao3 version, this is very much first draft and I want to do a proper rewrite before then.

Jason parked his bike next to the Batmobile. There was a strange air in the Batcave or maybe it was just him being different. He couldn’t tell for sure. He stepped off the bike so he had his back towards Bruce, who sat by the Batcomputer with his cowl off. Jason could still feel his gaze when he looked up. He didn’t know what to feel. Where was he supposed to start?

“Little Wing!” Dick announced happily, suddenly slinging an arm across his shoulder from behind. It was only all his training that stopped him from jumping three feet into the air from the fright and he managed to just tense - but that was normal. Dick would consider that normal. Pull yourself together, Jason, he scolded himself. Normal, act normal, for one long moment he was grasping for what was normal. It definitely wasn’t the urge to lean into his big brother.

“Jay?” Dick asked quietly, worried, thankfully too quiet for anyone to hear. Panic grasped him and he elbowed Dick to get him off. Dick bent over with an oomph. At least elbowing Dick was a normal response, even if it was for the wrong reason.

Ignoring the strange urge to check on Dick, he squared his shoulders, firmly didn’t look back and walked forward towards the Batcomputer, where now that he had arrived the rest of this night’s patrol team gathered. Damian already out of his suit with damp hair and a towel slung around his neck glanced surreptitiously at Jason out the corner of his eyes even as he pretended to look towards Bruce - brat was still worried. Tim was curled up in an office chair doing who knew what with his laptop in a way that did not seem conducive to the healing of the broken ribs he’d been benched for. Bruce himself, paused what he was doing and spun around in his chair. Even sitting he managed to draw everyone’s attention, Tim even closed his laptop.

Jason purposefully crossed his arms and widened his stance. That’s what they expected of him, probably? How did he usually stand? He usually always felt one wrong comment away from a fight when he was here, he should stand like he expected it, right? Defensive.

This was exhausting.

At last Dick walked up to them completing their loose circle. He was rubbing his side and Jason felt a stab of worry and guilt. Had he aggravated an existing wound? Shit. Fuck. What was wrong with him? Why was he so worried?

“Oracle,” Bruce spoke, “please start.”

“Thanks to Hood, we now have a better headshot of the thief,” Oracle announced from the computer speakers“The Ghost,” Dick interjected in a sing song voice, “after what happened tonight you can’t disagree.”“Nightwing,” Barbara replied flatly, she didn’t even need to say she thought it was a stupid name. “The thief,” she reiterated in a way that left no room for any other arguments and Dick wisely held his silence. At least Dick knew Barbara well enough when to stop. Finally she pulled two photos up on the large screen. The one on the right was an older/early photo with the green glassed goggles obstructing much of the upper half of the face, a grin was a sharp line of white on the lower half of the face in the blurry photo, the quality was terrible and caught in movement.

The newer photo on the left showed a young man, maybe even late teens, eyes were wide, bright green, not quite glowing and his face beet red in embarrassment, mouth slightly open - this was taken just after he’d pushed away from Jason. His goggles sat at the edge of his messy black hair, just high enough to see the way he was beginning to swell on his forehead where Jason had clocked him.

Jason looked from one picture to the other, something was off to him. The grin was an obvious difference, but these where snapped in very different moments, and he shouldn’t let different emotions cloud his judgment.

“He’s lost weight.” The realization hit him with the certainty of a sledgehammer.

There’s dubious mumbling around him, about the blurriness of the first picture. But Jason is unmoved, there’s a hollowness to the guy’s cheeks that wasn’t there before.

“We can’t really judge that sort of thing with the quality of the first image,” Barbara cut through the murmurs. Jason knows he right, but he doesn’t feel like arguing.

He doesn’t feel like arguing, it’s another realization that leaves him wrong footed and he’s not listening for a minute. Checking back into the conversation he only caught the tail end of the conversation that was apparently about the Meta’s skills.“-we can now add phase shifting powers-““Like a Ghost.”

Tim groaned and Barbara outright growled - Jason reevaluated his earlier thought that Dick knew Barbara’s limits. Damian had already accepted the logic and Bruce had long since become immune to this sort of Dick antic.

“Back on topic,” was all he said. “Tim.”

Tim opened his laptop back up.

“Yes, so the items the thief-” There was a small beat as everyone waited for Dick to interrupt, Tim was side-eyeing him but continued; “-is stealing are still painting a very alarming picture, and there is a multitude of very dangerous uses, not to mention what kind of world ending horror they could be built into. Luckily he didn’t get the prototype spectral calibrator tonight, and we’ll be keeping it here for the time being and set the project on an indefinite hold at Wayne Enterprise.”Tim looked up at Bruce. “We’ll be needing to monitor Star Labs as they have a similar project, but so far the Ghost has not operated outside of Gotham to our knowledge.”

Bruce nodded, “I’ll arrange something.”

It was a signal for Tim to continue, “we’re still no closer to a way to capture him and the phase shifting is a whole other added concern. We’ll need to figure out if there’s something he can’t phase through, some denser materials perhaps. I just finished looking through tonight’s footage and from what I’m seeing at least the new filter program is holding up; both the audio and visuals have very few glitches now. But we still don’t know how he’s sending out the electromagnetic interference.”

“Ghoooost,” Dick said quietly under his breath.Tim’s left eye twitched dangerously. Jason couldn’t help smiling, it was very good he was wearing the helmet. Bruce once more ignored Dick looking to Damian.The kid straightened imperceptibly at the attention, it really was adorable, but his voice was as haughty as ever. “Blood sample is already being analyzed of course, tt.” Blood sample? Oh, that’s what Bruce had been doing on the roof, when Jason was distracted. A sick feeling rose in his stomach thinking of the blood, was Ghost even alive? He could be bleeding inside the head for all they knew.

“Hood,” Bruce asked quietly, “do you know why the Ghost reacted to you like that?”Jason stiffened. Fear grabbing cold onto his heart. There was no way he could tell them he thought it had to do with the pits. They’d think Jason was being influenced by the Ghost and bench him. He couldn’t let that happen, he needed answers. He didn’t need to fight his family.

“No damn clue,” he scoffed, hoping he sounded nonchalant and none of his panic shone through, “some weird trauma response? He’d just hit his head real good.”

Bruce looked at him dubiously, but he was clearly unwilling to risk pushing. Their truce was a tentative one after all, one they’d come to after many false starts and stops. Jason had never before been so glad for their tattered relationship.

“So to conclude,” Dick drew everyone’s attention off Jason, “the Ghost is still a mystery, we don’t know if he’s just a thief or a supervillain biding his time.”

“He’s not a supervillain.” Jason could have cursed himself, he’d just gotten their attention off him. Now he was forced to elaborate. “He’s not wearing any sort of body armor, just that hoodie.”

And he’d definitely broken some of his ribs landing on him, Jason thought with a pang of guilt.

“Not all villains wear body armor though,” Tim pointed out carefully, and now Tim was worried too, Jason had no clue what had given him away.

“The ones who engage in close combat with us usually do though,” Dick returned, and Jason could have hugged him for bailing him out again (if that had been normal, which it was NOT).

“He could just not be a very good villain?”

“Or he’s just banking on the fact that he’s very good at dodging,” Barbara interjected with annoyance before the discussion got out of hand, “or did you all just forget you’ve been chasing this guy for weeks without landing a substantial hit on him?” She could always be counted on to be the voice of reason.

Dick scratched the back of his head sheepishly. Tim looked down at his computer. Damian scoffed, trying to look unaffected but that was definitely almost a pout.

Bruce’s eyes twinkled in amusement as he stood up and was that almost a smile? How was this happening? It felt… His fingers dug into his arms. It felt like all the things Jason had convinced himself had never really been there. And there was Bruce’s hand landing on Damian’s shoulder; a silent comfort-encouragement, because Bruce was terrible with words but his touches always spoke volumes. And as the small smile bloomed on Damian’s face and he quickly looked away to hide it, Jason remembered exactly how that felt. Shit.

“Oracle, that’s all for tonight, we’re not getting anywhere without more information.”

“You got it, B, Oracle out.”

Jason spun and stalked towards his bike, before he did something, he didn’t know what exactly.

“Jay?”

Bruce’s voice stopped him in place. He glanced over his shoulder to see them all watching him. Don’t give anything away, he scolded himself.

“What is it, old man?” Jason asked trying to interject as much annoyance into his voice as he could, but it was so hard dredging up any of that when they looked at him worried like that, and his chest ached and he just sounded tired.

“It’s late,” Bruce said with a small unconscious wave of his hand as if anyone could tell the time of day from within the cave, “you could stay the night?”

After a beat he added, “Alfred would love to see you.”

Jason’s jaw clenched. Alfred would, but that’s not what Bruce was really saying, he was saying he would love to have him stay, but didn’t think Jason would be receptive to that and so he brought out the Alfred card. It was plain as day and how had Jason never seen that? Seen the longing on his dad’s face? His chest ached, he knew why. He was always so busy reading everything Bruce did as him trying to control him, every interaction tinted in green. His chest ached. Every inch of his body wanted to stay, to take a step back, see where this could lead, but he couldn’t.

He had to act normal. Normal Jason would never. Normal Jason could be back tomorrow for all he knew. He couldn’t do that to any of them, to himself.

With great difficulty he tore his gaze away from his family and walked the last steps over to his bike.

“Tell Alfred I’ll be coming over for tea on Tuesday,” he said loudly over the noise of his bike, not looking, because he didn’t want to see any of their reactions, then he tore out of there.

This was better for everyone.

Poor Jay really is having the time of it, maybe next part he'll get to actually enjoy not being angry.

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#dead on main #poor Jason has no idea how to act #when he's not perpetually angry #also he just really wants a hug from his dad #but that would be WEIRD #bruce is a good dad #Missed connections #Jason is catnip to Danny #thought sadly no Danny this snippet #probably next time though

[very-small-giant]

this event really reignited my love for their father-son bond it was so sweet….

#honkai star rail #hsr #jing yuan #yanqing #i think yanqing deserved a hug from his general dad after all that

[couch-house]

do you know for how long and how many times i have tried to draw sonic and kintobor hug. im obsessed. anyway read my old fanfiction it's still good bc Sonic and Kintobor Hug

#stc #sth #sonic the comic #dr ovi kintobor #sonic the hedgehog #fleetway sonic #exit sonic #fanart #id in alt text #'old' it's from like may. whatever. my brain is the same since then bc postcanon sonic is crazy to meee i need to rip him apart like a dog #can SOMEONE get this pathetic little RAT a HUG?!? yes :) he hugs his friends :) #well can the pathetic little rat hug his dad?? yes :) because i said so #a hug from kintobor wouldnt fix him but it would definitely do a lot #fic art #sort of. not really.

[rainy-day-revelry]

Absolutely adoring how the chain seems to have assigned big brother little brother pairings for all of the minors:

Legend who is making sure Hyrule doesn’t overuse his magic and exhaust himself

Warriors who is constantly scruffing Wind to make sure he doesn’t do something stupid

And Twilight who is trying to stop Wild from yeeting himself off the nearest cliff and failing miserably

Peak sibling behavior

#Oh minus Four #Though he (they?) is basically his own brother #The colors are all constantly holding each other back from doing stupid shit which is why Four appears sensible #And then Sky and Time are the Mom and Dad friends respectively #Sky is the affectionate baked goods kind of mom and you can’t convince me otherwise #Sky: Do you need a hug? #Every other member of The Chain: I- yeS- #i love these idiots #linked universe #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu warriors #lu wind #lu twilight #lu wild #siblings

[zeb-z]

I just think Tallulah gets to be upset about this. “It’s not Wilbur’s fault” “He’s not a bad dad” “He loves his daughter so much” yes! These are all true! And it’s not his fault! But he’s still not there. And Tallulah has gone through so much and still hasn’t seen him, the one time he was around was the one time she wasn’t, and all she has are letters and “I’m thinking of you always” and things that used to be theirs together, but he’s still not there. She’s waited and she’s been patient and she’s loved him all the same, and he’s still not there. Like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before, from the happy milestones to the traumatic events, he’s still not there.

She knows that it’s not his fault, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s absent. That in and of itself just adds to the sorrow, because she knows why he’s gone, and she’s been told time and time again it doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, she knows this - it doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting, that it doesn’t hurt, that she doesn’t yearn for her father to be there more than anything in the world, and he’s just not there.

So yes, she gets to be upset, and be caustic, and stomp her feet and write bitter messages, and be angry and vitriolic, because she’s a little girl missing her father, who feels things with her whole heart and soul - and that means she gets to feel the ugly parts of it, too.

#it’s like no wilbur isn’t at fault. especially if we’re talking about cc wilbur. but fuck man of course she’s gonna feel like this #this doesn’t make wilbur a bad person! he’s just a missing one. and Tallulah feels all the misery and bitterness as a daughter left behind #where is her father kissing her injuries and reassuring her? where is her father protecting her? hugging her at the end of the day? #Wil isn’t around to do this and she wants him back and he’s not going to be back. not for a while. and it’s not his fault but it doesn’t #stop it from being upsetting. she’s a little girl #and at least she has phil. her dad. who’s there time and time again. and it doesn’t make him somehow morally better or wtevr. he’s there an #Wil is not. and he’s going to continue to be there as a solid figure in tallulahs life that she needs #idk man like. fuck #lmao relating my own experiences from here below in the tags ✌️ #as someone who’s been in that position? a parent absent for reasons outside of control? yeah it’s sucks. and I love them and they love me #*with a parent I mean I wasn’t the parent lmao #and it will never be the same. and when they were gone and missing things I was furious at them #that resentment grows and then it fades and sometimes bitterness strikes again and it’s how it goes. love is still there #and it’s no one’s fault. it just is. and what is is messy #anyways #mcyt #qsmp #q!tallulah #q!wilbur #z speaks

[i-will-change-this-someday]

I keep seeing posts about Henry calling Normal a beautiful boy, which I think would be great, but what I want is for Normal to do something stupid and/or reckless, to save Dood or something, something so incredibly Normal, maybe getting injured in the process. He thinks he’s disappointed his dad, but Sparrow just grabs him, and hugs him, and whispers apologies for not being proud of him, and how he’s never done anything wrong, and he’s his sweet beautiful boy, and he’s so so proud of him for everything he’s accomplished.

#Dungeons and Daddies #DnDads #Normal Oak #Sparrow Oak #I just want Normal to get hugs and validation #especially from his dad #My Post

[voiddaisy]

the tragedy that is dick grayson is making me sad again

#bat family #batman #dc comics #dick grayson #nightwing #does dick grayson need a hug #nightwing has deep rooted trauma #please GOD someone give him therapy #and maybe a hug from his dad

[toapoet]

i know geralt is like token grumpy guy but what if he was also like…the “free dad hugs” guy at pride. ??

#he just gets clobbered by so many people needing dad hugs #I feel like he would be hesitant at first #but he probably gives like #the best hugs ever #and he’ll never admit to it #cause he has an image to maintain #imagine just a big ol warm squishy dad hug from someone who looks like them #or even eskel could do it #anyway #I think Jaskier would be so proud of him #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #eskel #the witcher #toapoet

[dirtytransmasc]

You wanna know what I need? I need Miles 42 to meet Miles 1610's dad.

I just know this kid who's supposed to be all big and tough and scary, the prowler, would turn into a teary-eyed little kid if he saw his dad again. I need to see him hug his dad, even if it isn't his dad, because Miles (1610) is very willing to share with his "twin".

I need to see this kid break down, but in all the best ways, letting himself be a little kid again, just clinging to his dad, because for fucks sake he's just a kid and he just wants to feel safe and protected, he just wants to feel his dads arms around him and hear his voice calming him down and the sound of his heart beating. Its not a need, its a want.

#and I know for a fact that while he's very confused he takes in Miles 42 with very open arms #thats his boy and he doesn't care what dimension he's from or the life he's led #he just wants to hold him and make things better #cause #jeff davis #jefferson davis #is a good dad #even when he struggles from time to time #and no one can fight me on this #miles morales #prowler miles #miles 42 #I need someone to hug him #plural someones #I need him to be love #both Miles's tbph #I need them to hug #I need Miles (1610) and Uncle Aaron (42) to actually hug #I need Jeff to hug both his kids #I need more Rio hugs #I need all the hugs #atsv #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse

[zabiume]

my toxic trait is that i don't think ichigo becomes a captain even after he dies and goes to soul society either. i think he dies at a very old age when his hair is all gray and he has laugh line wrinkles around his eyes and his memory has faded to a point where no one can believe he was the scowling, orange-haired substitute shinigami anymore. of course, there are rumors throughout rukongai that the savior of three worlds is out there somewhere, among them, but none of them know who it could be and where he is and captain kuchiki and vice-captain abarai politely refuse to tell them. he's earned his amnesiac retirement.

still, that doesn't stop some of the bright-eyed shinigami from looking for him. he saved them after all, and he saved their brothers and their sisters and they just want to see what that hero looks like now, past his prime. to the lucky ones that do manage to track down the little hut he lives in, all they see is a kind, slightly grumpy old man who doesn't understand why they came all this way, but he offers them water for their journey back nonetheless. he doesn't remember. they tell him he used to be a savior once and sometimes he dreams about slashing swords and charging head-first but he mostly just cares about tending to his garden and saying hi to little ichika, not so little anymore, whenever she drops by to check on him. he doesn't understand that she's doing this as a favor to his son back in the living world. he doesn't remember he has a son at all, but sometimes he remembers the warmth of a round pair of eyes, the soothing glow of a wife's hands around him after a battle hard-fought and he thinks maybe he's lived a good life. it's really all he can hope for.

#meanwhile rukia and renji SOB each night because he got older but they're more or less the same #anyway don't ask me about logistics or plotholes it's the THEMES that matter the NARRATIVE that counts😤 #maybe kazui sneaks away from home one day to go see him despite orihime's warnings not to. out of grief? out of disbelief? #he needs to see with his own eyes what his dad has become #spoiler alert: it's not so bad but he does hug his dad for like 30 minutes before he leaves and ichigo lets him #ichigo kurosaki #plot bunnies #maybe?