#you and your dad: my heroes
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“Piper?”
“Here.”
“Damien?”
“Here.”
“Clovis?”
No answer. Nico reaches over and pokes him, hard, and the son of Hypnos startles awake long enough to manage a garbled, “Present!” before nodding off again. At Chiron’s nodded permission, Connor procures an airhorn from what appears to be thin air, grins, and blares it right next to Clovis’ face. He shrieks, flailing off the chair, and would have slammed his face in the ground if Nico hadn’t caught him by the back of the shirt.
“Thanks, man,” he says, yawning.
Nico hauls him back upright, patting him on the shoulder. “No problem. I’m gonna let you fall next time.”
Clovis eyes him warily, shifting at Nico’s too-wide, sharklike grin.
“Noted,” he mutters, sitting straight to try and stay awake. “Jerk.”
Nico pats him on the shoulder again. “There, there.”
Chiron continues with the attendance.
“Butch?”
“Here.”
“Miranda?”
“Yep.”
“And…” Chiron sighs, peering through his reading glasses. “Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one…” He glances down at his clipboard, slowly tapping his pen on the edge of it. “Where is Will?”
A groan ripples through the gathered campers.
“Just start without him!” someone shouts, sinking into their chair.
“He always takes forever!” another person agrees.
“Almost like he’s busy running the infirmary that keeps us all alive,” Lou Ellen says drily, but her one vote of confidence is drowned out by several dozen other voices, all complaining.
Before Chiron has to deal with too much of a coup d’état, the rec room door creaks open, and Will comes strolling in after it, ignoring the heaps of boos and launched ping-pong balls at his tardiness. The beam of sunlight from the one dusty window seems, suddenly, to become a great deal stronger, highlighting the blonde of Will’s hair and strengthening the gleam of his easy grin.
“Perforated artery,” he explains cheerfully, settling down in the one empty chair. “Rogue Ares cabin mine went off. Had to do emergency surgery.”
No sooner are the words out of his mouth does he kick off his flip-flops, curl up in the rickety wooden chair, place his head on the nearest shoulder — Pollux, this time, who rolls his eyes affectionately and shifts to be more comfortable — and immediately starts snoring.
“Well,” says Chiron after a moment. “Let’s begin.”
“Wait,” Clovis complains, “how come he gets to sleep?”
Instead of answering, because there is no delicate way to say because he’s my favourite and I am a giant hypocrite, the centaur moves on. He gracefully avoids the various mutterings and calls for mutiny, instead running through the usual cabin check-ins at the speed of light to delve into the more interesting — and therefore distracting — things, such as Personal Grievances. This portion of monthly head counsellor meetings is Nico’s favourite, because he gets to sit back, be silent, and watch a bunch of teenagers yell at each other for his own personal amusement. On especially great days, he communicates with Connor through a series of complicated hand gestures to coordinate betting pools. Today, he is up seventy-two dollars. (Did he throw the pool by betting against himself and then inventing a fight with Chiara? Yeah. Did he cut her a deal for halfsies beforehand, making this technically fraud on two counts? Yeah. Can anyone prove it? Absolutely not. Suck on that, Stoll. You wanna be beat at your own game any day of the week? Nico’ll beat you at your own game any day of the week.)
As he’s accepting three dollars from a huffy Nysa (obviously the physical altercation count was going to reach six, c’mon, doesn’t she pay attention to these things), a hoof stamping the ground makes Nico jump.
“Boys,” Chiron says tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose, “that’s quite enough.”
Both campers immediately burst into louder arguments, continuing to flail and smack at each other as their voices get more and more raised and illegible.
“Boys!” Chiron stamps his hoof again. This time, they fall silent, staring at the old centaur with flushed, guilty faces. “Sherman, get Malcom out of that headlock. Malcolm, we are not building a pig pen in the dining pavilion so the Ares cabin can ‘eat in an environment more suited to their mannerisms’.” He pauses, nodding in acknowledgement. “As funny as that was, it was entirely inappropriate to say. Apologise at once.”
“My throat is too bruised to do so,” Malcom grumbles.
“My throat is too bruised to do so,” Sherman repeats, mockingly. “Gods, it’s like you’re asking for me to jump you.” At the immediate catcalls and jeers that follow, he reddens, hastily shouting, “Like mug! Jump like mug him, guys, like beat him up! Shut up! Shut up, or I swear I’ll —”
“Sit down, boys,” Chiron says, banging his hoof again. “For Hera’s sake. It’s like you want to embarrass yourselves further.”
Nico snickers with the rest of the counsellors as Sherman and Malcolm return to their seats. In their desperate attempt to separate from each other to assure their status as Heterosexual, Guys, Please, they manage to bump into each other, losing their balance and collapsing on a heap on the floor, more tangled than before. Predictably, this makes the flailing worse, which is unfortunate for them and their misery but a source of great entertainment for everyone else. Among the hooting and hollering and camera flashes, Chiron sighs, putting his head in his hands and muttering something about teenagers and being too old for this shit. Or something.
“If everyone’s quite done,” he says finally, ignoring Connor’s quip about how he could watch a few more minutes, actually, “I would love for this meeting to end. I have to do something that doesn’t involve teenagers for several hours. All of you exhaust me.”
“Except Will,” Sherman says petulantly, scowling at the still-sleeping medic. Pollux, who by close proximity has become endeared to the human disaster (Nico knows the feeling; he’s still convinced Will has weird powers that mess with one’s oxytocin levels by virtue of smiling as there is no way that someone so annoying can be so simultaneously endearing), glares somewhat protectively.
“Sh,” he hisses, at the same time Chiron says, “If the rest of you spent less time trying to kill each other and more time trying to fix the consequences of said attempted murder, I would be more lenient.”
Lou Ellen speaks up. “Also, Will has that whole cute, can’t-stay-mad-at-me thing.”
Various campers nod and mutter in agreement.
(Nico knew he wasn’t the only one.)
Nyssa clears her throat. “If we’re ready to return back to the actual meeting, I have a point of discussion.”
Chiron nods, gesturing for her to continue.
“The vans are breaking down,” she says bluntly. “Again. Because they’re, you know, older than everyone in the room.” She glances at Nico, frowning. “Well, except for him.”
Nico sniffs haughtily. “Youngin’s, these days,” he says, shaking his head disdainfully. “No respect for their elders.”
Chiron raises a bemused eyebrow. “…Indeed. Nyssa?”
“I need parts again. Preferably from that place in Virginia? They don’t ask questions and price fairly. That would be best. Only I need the van to go get the parts, so. You can see the conundrum I’m in.”
“Easy fix with the chariot,” Chiron decides. “Can someone wake Will?”
“Gladly.”
“Without the airhorn, Connor.”
“Aw. I’m not doing it, then.”
“How tragic. Pollux?”
Gently, the son of Dionysus taps Will’s cheek, shaking him until he blinks awake.
“I was totally paying attention and I think we should go with the second option,” he says, yawning.
“Not asking you to settle a debate, but nice try,” Pollux says.
“Well, shit. That one usually works.” He flicks still-tired eyes around the room, smiling when his gaze rests on Nico. Nico rolls his eyes, willing down the heat to his cheeks. Judging by the teasing edge Will’s grin takes, it does not work. “Whattaya need, then?
“The chariot,” Nyssa says. “Vans are breaking down again. I need a part from a shop in Roanoke.”
Will straightens. “Like, now?”
“In the next day or so, yeah.”
“There’s a strawberry delivery on Saturday,” Miranda pipes up. “So sooner rather than later.”
Will nods. “Yeah, that works. Hell, I can probably be back by —” he checks his watch — “late tonight, honestly. Just gimme the part number and —”
“I kind of meant that I could go,” Nyssa interrupts, looking at him strangely. “I know what the part looks like. I just need to borrow the chariot.”
Will presses his clasped hands to his face, inhaling deeply.
“I would absolutely love to lend you the chariot blessed by my father who has gone totally silent,” he begins, in a tone that makes Nico think that he would not, actually, absolutely love to lend out the chariot blessed by his father who has gone totally silent, “only that the last time I lent someone this super important chariot it came back in pieces.”
“I remember.” Nyssa levels him with a look. “I fixed it.”
“Exactly! So you appreciate how much I would like it to not be broken. In fact —”
“Alright,” Chiron interrupts, holding up a hand. “You’ve made your point, Will, the errand is yours. Choose a buddy to lower the chances of you dying and check in before you leave.”
Predictably, this choice is not well-recieved. Because why would things be easy?
“Totally not fair,” Sherman protests, the loudest of all complainers. “Will’s no less likely to break it just because his cabin thinks they own it —”
“Finish that thought and I will curse you in twelve different ways for the next eight months, Sherman.”
The Ares counsellor snaps his mouth shut, sensing the new, hardened edge in Will’s voice. “Noted.”
“He’s got a point, though,” Damien hedges. At Will’s glare — boy, is that chariot a sensitive topic, Nico is noticing — he holds his hands up, shrugging his shoulders. “We draw straws for small errand-quests, Will, you know that. It’s not fair that you just get to call dibs.”
Will takes a long, slow breath, fingers pressed to his temples. When he looks back up, his expression is flatter than the entirety of the Midwest, jaw set and eyebrow raised. He narrows his eyes, contemplating, then clearly comes to a decision, nodding to himself. Everyone watches with bated breath as he climbs up to stand on his chair, folds his hands together, clears his throat, and says, voice carefully controlled, “Who can guess how many surgeries I’ve done in the last week?”
For a long moment it’s so silent that Nico can hear every rustled shirt as people fidget, every aborted cough and uncomfortable swallow. Will’s eyes are piercing, and he takes the time to stare at every individual counsellor until they meet his eyes, squirming, and look immediately away.
Nico’s impressed. Sometimes he forgets how godsdamn rigid Will’s backbone is.
Finally, someone offers a guess.
“One?”
“Try four,” Will corrects, smile more like a bare of teeth. “I have not had a circadian rhythm since I was thirteen years old. I sleep when I can. And yet, somehow, you clumsy fucks manage to near kill yourself at the exact moment my subconscious even considers approaching REM sleep, every single time, and then I get to spend my next several hours piecing your sorry ass back together by hand, since hymns barely work right now. If I have to see another surgical pin I am going to stab it through someone’s eye. Am I making a point?”
No one answers.
“‘Cause I can make it clearer,” Will drawls.
“No need,” Chiron says hastily. “The quest remains yours, so long as there are no further objections.”
Wisely, no one speaks up.
“Perfect. Nyssa, if you’ll stay behind with me to iron out some details, everyone else — dismissed.”
The tense air immediately evaporates as people practically spring out of their seats, sprinting for the door. Nico is among the last to leave, having to stay and stop several fleeing demigods to collect his wares. On his way out, a heavy arm slings over his shoulders, and he’s suddenly enveloped by the intoxicating scent of lavender body wash and pure sunshine.
“Get off me, Solace,” he complains immediately, coming up to wrap his hand around Will’s forearm in the guise of shoving him off. Will is entirely unfazed, holding him tighter.
“But I have a proposal.”
“Take it elsewhere.” He ducks out of Will’s hold and sweeps his legs out from under him, sending him sprawling with an oof. Unfortunately, he doesn’t look any less sunny and smiley from the ground, somehow making it work for him, actually. He settles against the soft grass, sighing, hair fanning out like a golden halo. He pats the spot next to him, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in the late morning sun, and Nico swallows roughly, joining him.
“You wanna come with me to Roanoke?”
“Yes,” Nico says automatically. Will grins, and he flushes. “I mean, I guess if I have to. Loser.”
“Ever so grateful, Neeks.”
“You should be.”
He keeps his voice prim and superior, attempting to uphold his image, and since he is delusional he convinces himself he’s successful. Will, though, is entirely undeterred, lazy smile still on his face and arms stretched above his head, the picture of unbothered. A sliver of skin shows where the hem of his shirt rises and Nico ignores it. He doesn’t even glance at it, or the glint of Will’s belly-button piercing, at all. Nor is he aware of Will’s shorts riding up, or the curve of his calves as he crosses his legs. All of these things go unnoticed. Obviously.
“I have a proposal for you, if you’re done checking me out.”
Nico shoves his flaming face in his knees. “Did you know that in all the corners of the Earth I have been to, I’ve only encountered three things uglier than you?”
Will’s grin only gets wider. His eyes, even, start to get squinty as the force of his smile squishes his cheeks. Entirely unsubtly, because Will is the least subtle person alive, he reaches out and sends a wave of calming energy into Nico’s body, slowing his rapid heart rate.
“…Right.”
“Three things, Solace.”
“Of course, of course.” He removes his hand, graciously allowing Nico the space to breathe and remind his lungs that their job is not voluntary. “I’ll come pick you up in a half hour? Wear a jacket.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Nico pauses. “Yes.”
“Stellar.”
“God, you say such nerdy things unironically. How do you have friends?”
“I dunno.” He gets to his feet, brushing the dirt and grass from his shorts. “You tell me.” He leans down and presses a smacking kiss to Nico’s hair. Nico presses his fingers into his eyeballs until they hurt, screaming silently into his palms.
He waits until the smacking sounds of Will’s stupid flip-flops retreat before braving the world outside his little ball of misery, squinting at his retreating form.
“I think I should get a lobotomy,” he says out loud to himself, because, realistically, if his braincells are already spilling out of his ears like loose quarters every time Solace so much as smiles at him then there’s not much to lose, is there? and stomps off to his own cabin.
Out of spite, he chooses the New York Giants jacket he got from Percy, just because he knows Will hates it.
That’ll show him who’s bossing who around.
Totally.
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#love love love everyone knowing nicos crush including will himself and nico just continues to refuse to acknowledge it#so so funny to me#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#hoo#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#nico di angelo#will solace#nico di angelo & will solace#nico di angelo/will solace#nico/will#will/nico#solangelo#pre solangelo#pining nico di angelo#whipped nico di angelo#down bad nico di angelo#hijinks and shenanigans#longpost#my writing#fic#you know you’re up too late when you hear your dad starting to get ready for work 🤡🤡 well shit
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Sero Hanta, early-twenties, sat in a small room with his pants around his ankles and a small pot in his hand. There’s porn magazines all over the place, something he’s never quite cared for, but he still manages to deposit his sample with the nurse within a break-neck 10 minutes. Blame his youthful exuberance and the fact he hasn’t touched himself for almost two weeks leading up to his appointment, he guesses.
And you, fifteen years later, with your son. A lanky boy who’s too tall for his age, with a mop of black hair and eyes of such a richly, dark brown they’re often mistaken for black.
#Accidental dad Sero is my favourite#You scrape everything you can together to send him to UA;#bc he’s determined to become a hero just like Cellophane.#And yes; you have noticed that your sons quirk is a little similar to his favourite heroes;#but you figure there must be thousands of people with similar quirks.#Something; something - Sero guest lectures at UA and takes your son under his wing -#figuring he’s like a distant cousin or something.#Doesn’t think to ask tho.#Until one day; a heart to heart later… You son laughs; ‘Never needed a dad anyway - me and mum have always done alright.’#Sero braces himself for talk of abuse; abandonment and dead-beat dads#So imagine his surprise when he suddenly realises…#Shit.#Maybe he’s the dead beat here.
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I've been rewriting some scenes in The Present is a Gift--- one in particular where Twig discusses her backstory with Dusknoir, and he has to try and get her to see the truth behind her perspective of her past. It’s a scene that hits me hard and pulls from my own experiences with trauma, so it’s been difficult to get through. But I’m really liking how it’s turning out.
This was originally a comic before I turned it into an illustration, so I’ll include it in full below the cut. It might not make much sense without the fanfic for context, but consider it a teaser of what’s to come!
#Dusknoir isn’t easily moved to tears but he wants to cry alongside Twig in this scene.#Poor kid’s suffering and there’s nothing he can do about it.#My dad once said there’s nothing worse than being a parent and powerless to fix your child’s problems.#He was specifically referring to sick toddlers and how they don’t understand why they feel bad but expect you to fix it#but I’m pretty sure it extends past toddlerhood and applies to mental health as well as physical#*silently slides more Dadnoir content into your feed and then walks away*#the present is a gift au#stuff by sofie#pokémon mystery dungeon#pmd#pmd sky#pmd explorers#pmd eos#pmd2#pmd dusknoir#pmd2 hero#pmd2 oc#pmd fanart#PMD AU#pmd comic#pokemon mystery dungeon#pokemon illustration#pokémon art#pokemon art#illustration#dadnoir#charmeleon#pokemon charmeleon#dusknoir#pokemon dusknoir
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Keith walking into the holding cell greeting all the regulars by name while Lance is sobbing lamenting that his life is over and his future is ruined (they were like. Trespassing or some shit he’s going to be fine)
lance: (actively dry heaving in the corner, on the verge of a panic attack as he imagines having a permanent record)(actually what does a permanent record even look like?)(omg is he going to have to go to COURT? like in JUDGE JUDY?)
keith: remy, this is lance. lance, this is remy, she’s my favorite alcoholic :)
#voltron#klance#honestly I imagine they got caught trespassing while ghost hunting#if they’re in Texas then they will most likely get a full on misdemeanor on their record. Texas is very big on property rights.#trespassing can quickly elevate to criminal charges in texas it is actually very serious. do not trespass in texas.#meanwhile in Maine trespassing can be just an infraction & not added to your record#like sure they're teenagers so they could get their records sealed or expunged when they're 18. but like. the garrison would know. not good#sorry i just like talking about the law#speaking of which let me go on a tangent#i do think keith frequently gets charged with trespassing. at his own shack in the desert.#and so now he is Really good at juvenile law specifically because he is constantly arguing with cops#keith: this is not trespassing. my dad owned this property & he died unmarried without a will.#keith: i am literally his child and i inherited this land after his death YOU CAN'T ARREST ME FOR TRESPASSING ON MY OWN PROPERTY.#cop: okay well the house is all burned down it's a safety hazard#keith: I AM NOT IN THE HOUSE I AM IN THE SHACK WHICH MEETS MINIMUM SAFETY REQUIREMENTS. GET FUCKED.#cop: okay but you're out after curfew--#keith: is this a game to you? drag me in front of that judge i DARE you. you want to take the ORPHAN to court over CURFEW?#keith: you want to arrest my parents? WHAT PARENTS? everyone in this county knows me as the son of a hero firefighter.#keith: a hero firefighter who died in the line of duty btw. in case you forgot. since i'm an ORPHAN who has no one who CARES about CURFEW.#keith: my dad is dead my mom is gone my brother disappeared in space im 0 for 3 parents-wise. drag me before a judge. make my fucking night#sometimes i answer an ask or make a post specifically so i can do my own separate thing in the tags#i just like talking about law. i'm so excited for law school u guys#keith#lance#lance: (freaking out)#keith: (relaxed because he knows a really good lawyer who specializes in juvenile law)#shitpost#ask#anonymous#otp: we are a good team
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Age difference marriage for your choice of hornstappen or nico/mika please!!!!!
When Mika proposes, it's with the latest 2010 Mercedes sportscar model. Nico jumps into his arms, and then immediately reaches for the key. It's better than any ring, he tells himself.
"Did you know I used to have posters of him on my wall when I was a boy?" Nico wiggles his brows to the strangers at the Ibiza party lounge. Nico knows why Mika wants to get married in the party capital with no one else in their distinguished motorsports circle around. He's embarrassed. 42 year old, second marriage, pretty young thing on his arm. It all screams midlife crisis.
Well, Nico doesn't need to make it easy for him.
"Mouse." Mika's voice is warning, hand on his shoulder. Nico immediately turns to Mika, smiling, and crawling on his lap.
"What, it's true," Nico toys with Mika's collar. Mika's blonde hair falls over his eyes, hiding the carefully botox'd crows feet when he frowns. "You remember."
Mika's hand rests on Nico's hip. "Don't be trouble." Nico grinds down on him.
The strangers now look away from their public display, embarrassed, and Nico takes it as a win.
A GP2 crash shattered Nico's motorsports dreams, and he kept his word to his father, did 3 years at Imperial, graduated with flying colours with an engineering internship at Williams waiting with his name on it. Nico opted to instead chase after rallying and endurance races, cheering for Mika and waiting for him. It wasn't even hard, after Nico decided his favourite Finn was his white whale. Slipping into the hotel sauna where they were alone, and not wearing much. Mika objected weakly, the flimsy excuse for his conscience, and gave in anyway.
Nico grew up like a little prince so it's hard to spoil him. Mika does, anyway. A short fling of a childhood infatuation turns into something akin to whirlwind romance, it's dangerous and fun and a little bit taboo, and Mika leaves his wife for him.
Nico knows his father would disapprove. Mika knows it too, even as Nico shows up beside him more often than not. But it's nice, Mika's a large, protective figure behind him and always has a sweet name for him: mouse, pigeon, pet, darling, something in Finnish Nico can't quite decipher.
When they're in bed together, Nico can think of how neither of them are going to F1. Yes, Mika's technically on 'sabbatical' but everyone knows. The slight swell of his gut gives it away, but it's okay Nico will be fit enough for both of them, breaking up his croissant so it's harder to notice he hasn't touched it and feeding Mika. He likes that Mika has that touch of vanity of him, that keeps dyeing his hair blonder and is susceptible to the Monaco lifestyle of keeping everything looking young, tight, tucked in procedurally. It makes Mika not the dashing hero from his childhood dreams, humanizes him. And when Mika calls Nico beautiful, it is both a fact and tinged with envy.
"Pigeon, we have to go to the F1 paddock this weekend." Mika tucks Nico's long lock of hair behind his ear.
"Why?" It's technically their honeymoon.
"Mercedes are trying to get Lewis. Hamilton-Schumacher lineup. Ron called me to convince him to stay."
Lewis... Lewis Hamilton, 2008 world champion. The wonder rookie. Nico knew him once upon a time, when they both promised they'd make it to Formula 1 together, childish promises of becoming World Champion. Only Lewis kept up his end of the bargain. The thought of seeing him again makes Nico feel funny, like he wants to hide away. Nico hasn't even gone to Monaco in years.
At the British Grand Prix, Mika Hakkinen enters the McLaren garage with relative fanfare of a Formula 1 World Champion. Nico stays out of the cameras, doesn't have to field any interviews -- people generally don't know him without his dad around. The smell of the rubber and engine fuels and screams of thousands of fans, it's all reminiscent of his childhood. Nico idly thumbs the car keychain in his pocket, waiting for Mika.
"Nico? No way, is that you, man?"
#mika/nico#so you fucked your childhood hero that your dad wouldn't approve of and now you're in a serious adult relationship in your early 20's#I looooooove complicated relationships#f1 rpf#my fics#mika's sugarbaby nico is my strongest headcanon
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"Found you."
#all for one#bnha#afo#izuku midoriya#dad for one#dfo#that moment when your dad/sworn enemy is the same age you are#what a kooky situation#mha#my hero academia#spoilers#bnha spoilers#technically#god it feels so good to finally say that and mean the wings#i win -insert the wicked witch of the west laughter-
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something so funny about matt saying "its just like shooting a deer!" about grant killing the chimera. and freddies "yeah but no one has had to TELEFRAG a DEER"
#dungeons and daddies#dndads#grant wilson#also#gestures to all the hero oak swallows garcia art about her having to kill deer specifically#matthew you did not reach your target audience with that one LMAO 😭#i get what hes saying & how he wouldnt necessarily think abt the impact of it in the moment when he suggested it#HOWEVER i also disagree bc i feel like after Listening Back to that arc it is quite clear how that would be traumatic idk#i agree w freddie. like shooting something is one thing but ?!#idk . IDK i am just rambling#i am giving matt some grace though bc I understand his frustration w/ people using the chimera thing to make darryl seem like a horrible da#darryl wilson my beloved u are such a good father#idk i think people ignoring how much darryl changes in his efforts to talk to grant r ignoring a major part of grants character#which is that no matter how much someone loves/supports you it isnt going to suddenly get rid of ur trauma#ahem. Anyways. darryl is a wonderful dad and grant loves him very much 🩷#I should write something about them hmm
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Yes, this is a ranboo/Tubbo screenshot edit
#when you realise your adoptive dad is insane#Gentlecompress is my rarepair that i love more than life itself#gentle criminal x mr compress#dabi#dabi fanart#dabi art#mr compress#mr compress fanart#Mr Compress art#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha#bnha fanart#mha fanart#gentlecompress
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Here are some extra headcanons about Izumi
- loves fashion and likes to diy jewelry and design outfits inspired by her favorite heroes
- personal stylist for her parents (mostly Deku lol) when they go to hero events
- other hobbies include dance, sketching, and journaling
- habitual rambler
- Her and Katsuki are always competitive for Izuku’s attention (Izuku loves them both)
- thinks Katsuki is lame lol and calls him old man (Mitsuki gets a kick out of it and Deku thinks “like father like daughter”)
- likes to hangout with Uncle Todoroki’s daughter (To Todoroki’s delight and Bakugou’s dismay)
Todoroki: Yknow we might become brother in laws one day
Bakugou: over my dead body
#everyone: wow dynamight is so cool. how does it feel to have him as a dad?#Izumi: eH- that loser? tbh he ain’t all that#meanwhile bakugou at home: Deku everytime I see your face it reminds me of you#Deku: awww Kacchan!#anyways#Izumi is also going to conquer and continue the bakugou fashion empire#bnha#boku no hero academia#bkdk#my hero academia#mha#bakudeku#deku#bkdk kid#Izumi#oc#headcanons#bakudeku kid
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I feel like what hurts me most about Sparrow being all “I’m not proud of you” isn’t that he said it, cause I could already kinda guess that from the first scene.
It’s just that normal doesn’t seem to have had any inclination of it prior. Like, to him that’s just his dad being his dad. Not his dad trying to nudge him into being more normal.
And that’s exactly why Normal believes his dad hates him (at least in my mind). Cause as humans we are built to remember the bad as a way of survival, and normal probably can only think about the times he’s seen his dad cringe and how he’s so stupid for just thinking his dad was worried (even if he was worried and not in fact cringing.) like every memory gets corrupted with this new realization. When Teeny won the mascot contest was your dad actually smiling at how happy you were or was he just avoiding a scene, Did he actually enjoy watching those anime movies with you and hero when you were little or are you misremembering, was your uncle trying to warn you that you shouldn’t trust when your dad says he loves you, and so on and so on.
#dungeons and daddies#dndads#dndaddies#normal oak swallows garcia#normal oak#sparrow oak swallows garcia#sparrow oak garcia#I mentioned lark and hero but I’m not gonna tag them cause it’s more father son focused#this is also coming from someone who overthinks everything#if this is confusing I’m sorry#like when Lincoln places together all the little sniper stuff his dad did#honestly that’s probably why part of me doesn’t like sparrow#y’know I love sparrow but I don’t want to show him off to people#I don’t even dislike him though#you think my therapist would let me figure out what I feel about sparrow in a session#another good example might be Nick getting all of his memories of Glenn back#you love your dad but you have an example of a father that is at least from what we know so much better#Honestly Nick and Normal might need to talk about looking back at memories with new knowledge
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Btw did Izuku ever see All For One’s real face? (I genuinely don’t know tbh) and if not then that’s Very Interesting to me. He wasn’t even there when afo was fighting all the heroes during his rewind stage, was he? I still think it’s plausible that afo could still be Hisashi— after all, there’s hundreds of Quirks he’s stolen that we’ve never even seen before. Very inch resting. He could totally have fire breath and we don’t know. Yet.
#I didn’t read the manga or watch the show sorry#I’m assuming his fight with Tomura is elsewhere#anyways#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#izuku midoriya#all for one#dad for one#hisashi midoriya#I’m so funny#spoilers#prev friends if you see this no you didn’t…………..#imagine wanting to fight and kill your own child#Darth Vader ass#even had the breathing mask too I’m crying#Yoichi: damn I’m gonna miss you Hisashi#then Izuku is like that one scared SpongeBob in lake view hotel meme pic#bhna#mha
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thinking of a new tav who's an archfey warlock perhaps... she made a pact with [patron pending] to help her kill her last two husbands so she could keep their money. she's a noblewoman from the upper city of baldur's gate. definitely knew cazador from society parties & when astarion drops his lore unfortunately her first reaction is "oh he had such nice finger sandwiches at his parties. can we find out where he got those before we kill him." "well he probably ate the chef after so. no." "hm. sad. ah well!" because she sucks so much. she's going to romance Wyll perhaps (?) and MAYBE he can fix her. maybe. likely not but Perhaps.
#pers ⚔️#I miss Nelka too.. she was my og Wyll Concept (deep gnome bard with Wyll is just. it's just CUTE.)#but Nelka might be funnier with Gale actually.... she also sucks so much but in a much different way.....#bard4hero is a classic but I wonder if it's too easy. warlock4warlock has fun implications for wyll's later story arc#a girlie who's selfish and capricious and a bit foppish learning that Love Is Real; Actually.#thought she could social ladder climb perhaps when she finds out that he's Duke Ravengard's son and then. boom. SURPRISE.#you're actually in love. woe learning to love be upon ye.#all I know is she full throttle slams BREAK YOUR PACT with Mizora because by that point she wants him to be free so badly she'll kill#ANOTHER cambion for him. she does NOT care. and then they still save his dad.#going above & beyond for your Hero Boyfriend who likes saving people so much when you just wanted to#con people out of their money. tch.#i love how i started this out going 'maybe?' and then convinced myself in the tags. WYLL ROMANCE LETS GO.#bg3 spoilers
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i caved and went back to an old save right at the start of act ii, just so that in my head in one universe ryse and karlach could be together. broke up with lae'zel before she got serious about Us. all set for things to kick off.
....THIS TIME, WYLL FUCKIN JUMPED IN TO COCKBLOCK. APPARENTLY THIS MOTHERFUCKER WAS JUST SITTING THERE PINING THIS WHOLE TIME, AND ME BREAKING UP WITH LAE'ZEL WAS PRIME "SWEET DANCING MOMENT IN THE STARS" FOR MR BLADE OF FRONTIERS. I JOKED THAT SHADOWHEART WAS ALSO NURSING A SECRET CRUSH IN THIS LOVE TRIANGLE BUT NO!!!!! WYLL THIS WHOLE TIME!!!!! WAS THIS ENTIRE CAMP JUST WAITING FOR ME TO HOP OFF LAE'ZEL'S LAP FOR FIVE MINUTES SO THEY COULD SHOOT THEIR SHOT?????
and then i turned him down - of course, this was a Please Just Let Me Give Karlach The Sweet Fucking She Deserves save - and god, he looked so heartbroken and sad and - and - i didn't mean to reject you wyll i'm sorry i'm sORRY THIS WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN--
#LARIAN I'M BEGGING YOU PLEASE JUST GIVE ME THE ABILITY TO LET THE CAMP BE A COMFORTABLE AND LOVING POLY SHIP#I THOUGHT I COULD AVOID THIS BY BREAKING UP WITH LAE'ZEL WHEN IT WAS STILL JUST FUCKING!!! IT WAS FINE!!!!#SHE WAS LIKE 'HMPH YOUR LOSS W/E' AND DIDN'T CARE#BUT THEN I COULDN'T JUST MAKE IT WITH KARLACH WITHOUT HURTING WYLL????#THE WITCH'S CURSE THAT MEANS THIS KEEPS FUCKING HAPPENING TO RYSE IN EVERY UNIVERSE STRIKES AGAIN#miri plays bg3#baldur's gate 3#i'm going back to my regular save where my githyanki girlfriend just talked me into a demon deal#and karlach is my bestie who's so so mad about it#and wyll is my hero bestie who i'm trying to counsel through the Everything that is happening with his dad
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#where my mind has been since january#in case you were wondering#also this song is a bop#It's Flirt (with your Dad) by Tom Cardy who is a personal hero#sam vimes
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#Yes I see the irony of using Bugs Bunny#warner bros#discovery#merger#infinity train#my beloved#They did you dirty#mao mao heroes of pure heart#ok ko let's be heroes#12 Dates of Christmas#About Last Night#Aquaman: King of Atlantis#Close Enough#Ellen’s Next Great Designer#Esme & Roy#The Fungies!#Generation Hustle#Genera+ion#Little Ellen#My Mom Your Dad#Odo#Ravi Patel’s Pursuit of Happiness#Summer Camp Island#The Not-Too-Late Show with Elmo#The Runaway Bunny#Theodosia#Tig n’ Seek#Yabba Dabba Dinosaurs#My Dinner with Herve#Share
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